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shamrockqueen · 7 months

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Grizzly: Chapter 6

Pairing : Alphas Andy Barber/Curtis Everett/Jake

Jensen x omega reader

Warnings : maximum angst, Sexual contact,

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Summary: Being a homeless omega was extremely dangerous, which was why you had chosen to take shelter in the nearby woods instead of out in any of the towns. You happen upon not one, not two, but three alpha brothers, marking each day more dangerous than the last.

Curtis hadn’t spoken since the night prior. There seemed to be many times that he’d try to talk, only to swallow the words back down as he stared out towards the sterile hospital hallway. Brow furrowed and teeth tight, he just stared.

Jake tried in vain to coax something out of his brother. The confession from the previous night left the young man shaken and confused. He would never have imagined his brother capable of something so horrible, and he still fought to think that maybe Curtis didn’t remember everything correctly. Yet, the unnerving presence of the strange omega left him fearful that Curtis was telling the truth.

Eventually, their stay in the hospital would have to end. The staff insisted on further observation, but Jake knew from the darkening circles under his brother’s eyes that being far from his Omega was making the older man slowly deteriorate. So, the two reluctantly refused to stay any longer and loaded back into the car, this time with Curtis in the front passenger seat beside his younger brother.

What awaited them at the cabin was stomach-churning, yet it mirrored the scene that Andy and Jake had found themselves in the day prior. Only much more somber.

Jakes pulled back onto the road but hadn’t been driving for very long before turning off towards a small pharmacy. The hospital agreed to send some meds over when Curtis had been hastily trying to leave without further treatment. The nurse told Jake where to collect the suppressants and pain pills, pointing out a little mom-and-pop shop up the road.

Curtis eyed his brother upon their immediate stop, but Jake assured him that “I just gotta grab a few things; we’ll be back on the road soon.”

The older man didn’t answer with words, only a brief nod before turning his head towards the window to look out at the road. Curtis’s mind was elsewhere like it was before, and Jake feared that he was losing him again.

The exchange was quick. The little old beta at the counter sensed something was off the moment he stepped into the store and got him the needed prescriptions as soon as he gave her the patient's name and date of birth.

“Rough week?” She asked as he rang up the order. “Like you wouldn’t believe,” Jake answered back with a twang of pain in his voice.

Jake grabbed the bag and left quickly before dropping back into the passenger seat and digging the medicine out of the bag for his brother, along with some water he bought alongside it.

“Can you please take the medicine? Curtis?” Jake asked shakily. It almost felt like his brother couldn’t hear anymore, like his voice just couldn’t reach whatever void the older man’s mind was locked into.

Curtis didn’t even look towards his brother as he grabbed the vile of pills from his open hand and the water from the other. The meds were downed quickly and silently before he handed them back. He met his younger brother’s gaze only briefly, but even in a split second, Jake had to search his brother's eyes. Yet all he found was a deep edge of despair.

Curtis' gaze shifts away again. He chooses instead to stare out at the road as Jake pulls back onto it and leads them towards the cabin. It would be a while until they reached the once beloved vacation destination, but something in the bottom of Jake's stomach told him something would be off once they arrived, and he wouldn’t be wrong.

You were still in Andy’s arms when the roar of an engine alerted him to their arrival. The crunch of the tires over icy gravel signaled the crumbling of this little bubble of heat he had shared with you.

Jake stepped out of the car first as Curtis stared out at the front door. A bead of sweat rolled down the back of his neck as a chill overtook his body, making his joints ache as he fought off the urge to burst out of the car and towards the cabin.

Jake smelled it as soon as he got to the door, his hand barely grazing the brass handle. It made his stomach twist, and the sting of bile rose up his throat. He turned back to the car, his breath a heavy cloud in the cold air as he shouted to the older man.

“Stay there!”

Curtis stopped, leaving the door of the car half open with one boot on the icy ground.

A smell lingered in the air from the closed door. God only knows how potent it would be inside the house. It was a familiar sensation with the omega scent lurking heavily, but this time it was coupled with a different alpha musk.

Jake watched as his brother started to sniff at the air as panic filled his eyes. His fingers dug into the side of the car door as he had to hold himself up while his eyes circled around the surrounding woods.

A heavier cloud of the mixed scents billowed out as the door cracked open. Andy’s face broke through the dark interior as his body slipped past the small opening he’d made. His skin was an odd shade of gray-pink, his short blonde hair was messy, and his beard was still tinted red from the blood that had dried into it. Finally around his hand was a dirty bandage from the now-unseen cut he’d caused after smashing that glass in his fist—a moment of both great strength and extreme weakness.

Curtis felt dizzy from just the sight of the older man and the thick smell of his omega tainted with that of his own brother.

“What the fuck did you do?” Curtis’ voice was broken and heavy with the sorrowful realization of what had happened, but something in him didn’t want to believe it.

Curtis’s feet were heavy as he lifted them along the icy gravel road, closer to Andy.

“What..did you do..?”

“Curtis, don’t.” Jake tried to grab onto his brother’s coat as he slowly approached Andy.

Jake walked behind Curtis, knowing he’d have to lunge at the already injured man if he were to become feral again. His last utterance to this sad exchange would be “Oh my God,” mostly spoken to himself as he processed the unfathomable.

The closer Curtis gets, the louder he speaks next. “What did..you..do..?”

The tears brimmed up in Andy’s already red eyes as Curtis drew slowly closer and screamed, “What have you done?!”

Andy’s voice was like dragged gravel as he finally answered “something terrible,” and Curtis winced.

There was no fight left in either of the men; they were simply too drained. Curtis suffered from a combination of his concussion and being pulled away from you as the bond between you and him was twisted. For Andy, it was from giving you so much of himself for the last day and a half.

Curtis only grips the sleeves of his brother's shirt as he breaks, finally shattering as the weight of what has become of this whole ordeal finally crushes him. His grip loosens and he falls to his knees, and Andy follows, trying to comfort the man he’d hurt as silent tears trail over his cheeks to get lost in his filthy beard.

Andy is and has always been a level-headed man, and now, as the hormones finally leached out of his body through his bare feet and pressed to the icy ground, he held his brother tightly.

Yet, even with all the suppressants in Curtis’s system, something inside of him surges. In the next second, his thick hands are circling around his brother’s throat.

“Curtis!!” Jake leapt at the two of them in the hopes of prying one man’s hands off the other man’s neck. He dug his nails into his brother’s wrists as he tried to pull them apart until finally one of the hands budged apart, and Jake was able to hand the other one off before pushing Curtis back.

Andy hadn’t lifted a finger to fight back; he only resigned himself to his well-deserved punishment before the younger man was able to free him.

Curtis was pushed back up onto his feet, and Andy sat there on his knees as they were still pressed into the snow.

Jake held him by his wide shoulders, trying to talk a little sense into his brother. “Don’t do something you’ll regret."

Curtis had to fight to catch his breath as he gritted his teeth. He looked out to Andy with a dimming bloom of rage before looking back at Jake and proclaiming, “I-I need some air,” before shaking his brother’s hands off of his shoulders and backing away.

Jake dropped down to pick Andy up off the ground before the ice could cut into his skin. “C’mon, get up.” He kept an eye out for Curtis as he watched him lumber out towards his truck.

Andy struggled to his feet as his youngest brother pulled him towards the cabin, dragging him through the open door before depositing him onto a chair in the kitchen to assess the terrible state Andy was left in.

“Wha-what the fuck happened?" Jake’s voice was almost shaking as he fought to keep his composure. “You look at absolute shit."

Andy gave a weak and coarse “I know."

“What were you thinking?" Jake racked his fingers through the dulled spikes in his frosted hair, hoping to shake off a building headache. It didn't take much to realize what had happened, especially while the combined scents were clouding the entire space around them.

Andy opened his mouth as if to speak, only to take a deep breath and ends it with a heavy sigh.

"You're still bonded, for fucks sake. This shouldn’t have affected you.” Jake truly couldn’t understand how his brother’s stonelike nerves broke so easily.

“There’s no bond left between Laurie and I.” The words from Andy’s cracked lips nearly punched the air out of Jake as they hit his ears.

Jake looked at Andy with a sick twist in his stomach before asking, “What do you mean?”

“She’s been wearing a new mark for almost half a year now.” Andy spoke with an unnerving little emotion as he opened a dark chapter of his life to his little brother.

“Oh fuck, I-I didn’t know."

“That’s because I didn’t tell you."

Jake huffed out with an air of frustration, “Good to see you can always call on your family for help.”

“It’s not like that. The divorce was already messy, and it was embarrassing enough.” “There just wasn’t a good time to talk about it. It definitely doesn’t feel like a good time to talk about it right now.

“Fair enough, I don’t even know how it came to this.”

“She must have broken into the cabin when her heat started to hit her. That’s how Curtis must have found her.”

“What, why?” Jake's eyes widened as they fixed back into Andy’s expressionless face.

“Her shit was in garbage bags; she was probably homeless.” Andy spoke so dryly that it almost gave his brother a stomach ache as he listened.

Jake winced at the thought that she must have stumbled upon the cabin, trying to get out of the snow, only to find herself caught in the teeth of not one but two alphas.

Andy got up from his chair before tossing open a nearby cupboard and rifling through the old bottles of medicine that sat inside.

“What are you doing?” Jake said as he looked up at his brother.

“Looking for some sleeping pills.” Andy spoke dryly as he continued rummaging around.

"What? Don’t take anything out of there. It all has to be expired by now.”

“I don’t care, Jake. I have to turn this off.”

“She’s buzzing around in the back of my head, and I can’t get it out.” Andy’s voice was low and broken as he pressed his wounded palm to his forehead to quell some of the building pain in his brain.

“This is insane.” Jake spoke more to the air than to his brother, but Andy answered anyway. “You don’t know what it’s like, so you wouldn’t understand.”

“Wouldn’t understand…I’m an Alpha too, and I haven’t lost my fucking mind.” Jake's blood began to simmer under his skin, making it feel like a slight itch along his neck and arms.

“It’s more than that!” Andy raised his voice at the younger Alpha. “I can feel her pain. Every throb and pulse in her body echoes in my head. I’m sure it did the same to Curtis, and it’s killing him right now.”

“I don’t know how to help you two anymore.” Jake couldn’t help the crack in his voice as he spoke while staring into the scratched grain of the table. “Not you, not Curtis. I can’t help anyone anymore.”

Andy finds the plastic bottle he had been looking for and rattles it by his ear. He dumped the contents into his hand to find there were only two pills left.

“You can still help Curtis.” Andy said as he rolled the pills between his fingers.

Jake looked up from the table before asking, “How?”

“You can put him to sleep. That way, she’ll only haunt his dreams.” Andy said as he eyed the two pills.

Jake twisted his head away from the sight of it. “I am not giving him old pills. It could make him sick. HELL, it could make you sick.”

“Then I will.” And with that, Andy walked out of the kitchen, leaving his younger brother behind to hang on to his last words. Andy made it past the front door and padded towards Curtis’ truck in his still-bare feet.

Curtis was already watching him from the window, and before Andy could make it all the way there, he pushed out of the truck and closed the gap between them himself.

He held the pill out wordlessly, leaving his brother to just stare at it.

“I already took suppressants.” Curtis regarded him as he stared down at the chalky wire pills.

“It’s not a suppressant.” Andy answered back.

“Then what is it?” Curtis spoke lowly, already exhausted but unable to find enough peace for sleep.

“It will make sleep easier.” Andy looked at his brother with actual sincerity. Something in these men had broken beyond repair, but together they were still connected, and they still cared for one another.

Curtis took the pill between his thumb and pointer finger, only to just look at the chunky tablet. He looked back at his brother, then the cabin, letting his vision cloud over with fresh tears. It made the bile well up in Andy’s throat before Curtis finally put the pill between his teeth.

He grabbed at an old bottle of water in the cup holder, still half full with now-stale water. He unscrewed the cap and took a chug from the bottle, sending the pill to the bottom of his stomach.

Curtis sat back in the truck, averting his eyes from Andy, as an air of silence widened the gap between them before Andy finally turned away from his brother and walked back to the house.

He glanced at Jake’s back as the younger man buried his face in his hands before walking past the kitchen towards one of the bedrooms. The master bedroom was to his right, and just further ahead was the old kid's room. You were still on the floor of the master bedroom, tucked up in a nest of blankets, and a souring look was spreading along your sleeping face.

Andy broke through the threshold before kneeling down next to you slowly. He arched his back and ducked his head towards you until his warm lips pressed against your forehead and your muscles seemed to relax.

It was the last he could do for you before standing back up and leaving you there on the floor. He did look back for a second and turn away from you again.

His pill was still tightly held in his fist until he brought it between two of his fingers. He opened his mouth, placed the chalky tablet on his tongue, and swallowed it back dry.

The rest of the night was quiet. Curtis resigned to sleeping in his truck; Andy took the old kids room, and you were still hidden in the master bedroom. Jake was left alone and awake as his brothers fought off odd dreams.

Jake was left slumped forward in the dining chair, his face having dropped into his hands as he tried to hold in his blooming sorrow. He fought it off hard, harder than he ever thought he’d have to. But, he couldn’t fight it anymore, and he finally broke.

Just like the small reprieve he allowed himself some months ago after he watched them close his father’s casket, he cried into his cupped hands and whimpered silently. He hadn’t bothered to take his glasses off, instead pushing them up his face with his fingers so as not to get them too dirty.

He didn’t know that this would have any affect on you, but as his scent twisted with grief, it didn’t fail to reach your room and make your body shutter awake. Something in your chest aches as your limbs twitch with a renewed liveliness. You're groggy but oddly more cognitive. You're floating on a thick cloud of heat as the still world around you moves in slow motion.

You feel over your neck, but don’t panic at the feeling of the two bites. Your mind still hasn’t returned. Your body can only be piloted by your inner omega, and she revels at the sting of each bite as you press your fingers into your skin.

The second bite didn’t leave and started to scab over a little like the first one did. Each one of them aches as you feel them over with the tips of your fingers. But, something was off, something in the air souring the semi-familiar scent you’d grown accustomed to.

You hear it too, his sorrow, his pain. It rings in your ears from the small noises of defeat that leave his lips. He just couldn’t stop himself from finally letting it all out.

You lean up from the nest of blankets and pillows you had wrapped yourself in on the floor of the master bedroom. You let the sheets fall from your bare body before grabbing a single blanket to drag with you. Better to seal in the warmth of your heat as it simmers lowly under your cold skin.

You follow the familiar path from the bedroom out into the den, and you turn your head towards the open kitchen and scent the air.

Yours gets more intense from the sight of your alpha in pain, making him shake as it permeates his mind without him realizing it. He would have assumed it was from the tears that flooded from his eyes as your impending presence stole the breath from his very lungs.

Yes, you. Lingering not far behind, your own heart cracked from the billowing scent of pain and anguish that clouded around what you perceived again as your alpha.

Your alpha was in pain. Emotional turmoil souring his otherwise sweet smell. It did seem sweeter than normal, but a heavy heart weighed it down.

You knew he needed your scent and your body to settle his mind. You were a good omega.

He hadn’t heard your footsteps, but as your hands found his shoulders, dragging your nails along his half-buttoned flannel. His body goes stiff as a small gasp escapes his throat. The rush of lavender and orange drops off your skin to cloud the air around him.

Your omega scent floods his nose and melts the hurt that had been burning the back of his throat. Your fingers slide along his neck to slip under his chin, bringing his head up to look at you for the first time.

For a moment, he couldn’t breathe. He just sat stalk, still fighting for air as the heat of your hands burned through his skin.

The blanket slips away from your body as you circle his chair before bending towards him, pressing your lips against his tear-stained cheeks, and kissing them clean.

You slipped your lips further along his face before you moved them over his. It left him mezmorized, drowning in warm lavender and citrus.

His mind begins to melt from the hot assault of your tongue slipping over his, drowning him in your thick pheromones. It sets his body on fire, as if he’ll burn right through his clothes. It awakened something inside of him, something that rumbled beneath the surface of his skin and had once been completely dormant.

He didn’t notice your nimble fingers burrowing their way into his clothes and skillfully peeling them off of his chest and arms, just one button at a time. A whisper of the word “Alpha” left your tongue once you pulled it away from his lips.

The moment Jake heard it, his body went rigid once again. His muscles clenched and tightened as his mind became a buzz of emotion. But, you were there to help his Alpha meld with your Omega.

You wanted his tears to dry from the mere touch of your body and his worries to become distant memories.

You slip around his chair as the sweat builds along his neck and his pupils overtake his pale blue eyes.

He doesn’t stop you from seating yourself on his lap with your legs on either side of his, letting you press your warm skin along his face and neck, spreading your thick scent all over him. He doesn’t fight it when you drag your nail through the zipper of his jeans to dip your hand into his boxers and unsheathe his cock.

No, not until you're angling yourself above him, letting the head of his swollen cock catch along your folds until it breaches your slick warm opening. Only then did he finally stir, shaking the spell you’d put him under for just a second, and making him struggle beneath you.

“…’mega..s-stop.” His voice was weak as he tried to fight both you and an inner strength threatening to burst out of him the further your cunt sheathed his cock.

“Let me..help you…Alpha.” You breathed the words into his skin before dragging your teeth along his neck. It was the new trigger he needed to make him buck his hips up in unison with yours.

His hands finally dared to touch your skin, pressing his fingers painfully into the soft, round globes of your ass before dragging his nails along your thighs.

The slide of his cock along your tightening inner walls made him into a melted putty in your embrace. You took his pain and ate at it, using it as fuel for the fire in your belly to burn the both of you.

You nuzzled into his neck and shoulder as your hips raised and dropped with the pulls of his hands, leaving a slap of skin to run through the air. His thrusts met yours, building and building to surpass your own movements.

It’s like his body is moving upon the will of a much more wild spirit, propelling him to spear up into your core to tear through your body. Your body bends in his tight hold as you snake your fingers along the back of his head to press his face against your hot skin.

He didn’t have to be himself; he didn’t have to carry any burdens; he only had to be the Alpha right now. You, as his omega, would twist around him as your core fluttered and the tip of his cock stirred deeply within you.

Your mingled scents and sounds filled the small cabin, only to be shut out by the other two sleeping Alphas, who had been dragged down into their shared nightmare. All as you dragged the younger Alpha into your heat.

The solid mass of his building knot catches and tugs at the opening of your core as you slam your body down onto it until it’s forced deep inside with an almost literal pop. It was the first time for him all over again, and he was drowning. His arms were tight around you as his seed was pumped into your stretched core, and his nose left your hair as his teeth finally came down against your neck. His full teeth tore through your skin in a single second before licking his jaw over the wound as blood started to trickle down between you two.

His knot throbbed almost painfully as your omega cunt squeezed and throbbed around his cock. He’s panting, struggling to breathe through his teeth as the taste of thick iron floods over his tongue.

Tonight, you will be bitten for the last time, and as he pulls away, his vision is blurred with the sweet sight of your body. His glasses were pressed up over his eyes towards his forehead, leaving the sight of the blood dripping from your neck and down your chest as just a mess of red.

It was chaos in a cup on the verge of overflowing, but his cares seemed to fade as his senses shut down. He was fully drained by you, but you left him with a renewed sense of bliss that finally let him find a restful sleep once you’d helped him out of the chair to lay out on the cool floor.

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akajustmerry · 10 months

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would LOVE to hear more about your tabitha and naomi headcanons!!!

and yee shall receive !! idk these are probably silly n basic because we know SO LITTLE about both, but whatever it's free real estate!!

considering we meet tabs at the underground rich ppl party, its a fair bet she's probably a rich nepo baby like everyone else in succ, but she seems pretty chill about it. she's just vibing, wooing her hot rich peers.

tabs has the laidback vibe of old fuck off money. older than the roys or pierces, i think. probably in property or land which is why she has no interest in the Roy trust or the pierce's or politics. we know that makes her more attractive to rome but probably to naomi too. here's someone so rich they really are only in it for you!

i imagine naomi and tabs crossed paths and hooked up occasionally in the past, but grew closer during/after naomi's accident. naomi told ken in the show she was struggling cos of press, trust, trauma, addiction, etc, during that time. from what we see of tabs with roman, she is a pretty patient and understanding person, at least to a point (everyone has limits). i imagine after her accident, naomi would have appreciated having someone like tabs in her life who isn't after anything and is relatively non-judgemental and chill.

don't really count this as a headcanon cos it's just true but tabs and Naomi were hooking up that whole weekend at the Pierce estate. I know it's framed as the "Ken and Roman attempt to get Some" weekend but we know neither of them got any lmao but u know who did?? my gorls <3

for what it's worth I do think naomi and Tabs both genuinely liked kendall and roman. i don't think there were any ulterior motives on their parts. as we saw, neither naomi or tabs had any power or insight to sway the deal in any way. equally, tabs and naomi really gain nothing power-wise from dating these guys so u gotta assume it was genuine on some level. like they really just saw these human shaped messes of men and went "hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii <3" kinda very bisexual of them both really. I felt v represented by it I must say

i dooooo think in the immediate aftermath of naomi and Kendall break up, the next time she hooked up with tabs, they defs had a little "what IS wrong with them?" convo where they probs just showed each other roman and Kendall's lame texts, had a laugh, and then washed their hands of the roy boys

when it's announced tom is ceo of waystar, naomi calls tabs like, "isn't that literally the guy who swallowed his own load because you told him to 😂" and she's like yeah turns out he never stopped and idk they probably start dating seriously again after that.

after naomi gets her share of the money from the sale to the Waystar I like to think she uses it to start some overpriced rehab centres or something. eventually, her and tabs get engaged. nan pierce never acknowledges the relationship and passively refers to tabitha as a friend of the family, even at their wedding because she honestly seems like that kind of bitch.

honestly they probably just continue living cool beautiful bisexual women lives. maybe naomi has some rough patches here and there cos you know addiction isn't easy, but tabs is there for her. they just become this quietly classy wealthy lesbian couple who throw great parties with other philanthropic influential gays and closeted wealthy folks. I'm imagining something like what the kindness blind items say sandra bullock does with all the Hollywood lesbians gays.

shiv invites them both to her baby shower because they're honestly the closest thing she has to friends who are women after everything. they don't go though cos they assume shiv is just inviting them to mess with the boys. they send a very precocious expensive gift though like literal gold and silver baby cutlery or something

tabitha becomes like an insanely successful ghostwriter or something. idk why I just have the impression she's kinda been a wallflower in all these insane wealth spaces and eventually tells all those stories somehow

I feel like if I don't stop I'll just be writing fanfic so I'll stop but idc if it's just projection I jus love that there's 2 beautiful aloof bisexual women in this show and the only thing we really know about them for certain is that they were both way too good for the Roys <3

#naomi x tabitha #tabitha hayes #naomi pierce #succession

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verdanabdit · 9 months

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This is the last little bit that my friend wrote for me, spur of the moment. It's fellcest with Sans in heat. Not actually very shippy though.

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n it happened cuz

they both get heat at the same time right

n heat depends a lot about their magic state

how much magic you have vs how well you control it

n uf sans has loads of magic and no control, so his heats are just f☆ckin insane

while uf paps has little magic and perfect control, so he's able to pretty much ignore his heats

but every month when sans gets f☆ckin wild n just

runs around the house humpin stuff n groaning and growling like an animal, clawing at sh☆t n generaly being very destructive in his desperation

n paps usually just lets him, even providin a matress or a pillow for him, n he's grumpy n annoyed but understanding

but one day it just gets way too wild like it's a really bad one n sans goes even more insane than usual n paps tries to be understanding but he's not the most patient guy around either n when sans gnaws a f☆ckin hole in the floor n beats himself against a wall he's just like ok that's it you little f☆cker

i gotta take precautions or you'll hurt yourself and destroy everything while you're at it

n he subdues him with a lot of difficulty n ties him by a leash to a support beam upstairs like a f☆ckin animal like i'm sure you can just wait it out u lill sh☆t, toughen up!

n goes back downstairs n just listens to sans groaning and heaving from upstairs n trashin around

like he'll tire himself out eventually

but he doesn't

n after a while he just

starts cryin out of desperation

n paps is tryin to be a big strong man with no feelings but

eventually feels really bad for him

so he debates himself for a while but eventually gives in and goes up there to find sans laying on the floor just completely desperate for anythin n paps is just

...

...i'm his brother but also, i'm his brother right

like i can't just leave him in such an awful situation like this but also what do i even do

so he comes closer like sans u ok

n sans is all sweaty and teary n can't even talk through his heavy ragged breathin

n when paps carefully approaches he just clings onto him in desperation n groans tryin to hump him cuz shit he dunno any better at the moment

n paps pulls away at first but sh☆t dude

he in heat too man, even if he good at surpressin it, it there

but he dunn wanna think bout that so instead he gets sans to the far end of the leash so he can't cling to him n just

awkwardly strokes his d☆ck

#fellcest #fellcest (afsj)#imagineskels #imagineskels (afsj)

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lovevalley45 · 2 years

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#fictober22 day four

"How would that even work?"

original fiction (continuation of yesterday's prompt)

word count: 942

Terra had expected to borrow some clothes and maybe use the phone to call her friend to get a ride back to where she left her truck. But as she had changed into a shirt for a local band she’d never heard of and a pair of sweats, the lingering wolf-smell clued her to the scent of coffee and bacon downstairs. Even though she had maybe gone after one of her sheep, the transformation always left her hungry. The waitress at the diner by her apartment got used to her disheveled appearance the morning after a full moon.

But she grit her teeth. She just had to get out of this woman’s hair. That was it.

Terra came down the stairs and followed her nose to find the kitchen. She spotted a phone on the wall, the off-white plastic looking right at home in the farmhouse. Without missing a beat, she headed over to it, but when she glanced over at the farmer, she was loading up two plates.

“Oh, I’m fine, I don’t need breakfast,” she lied, hand on the phone.

The farmer placed the plate down, shaking her head. “We got off on a bad foot, and I’ve got to eat anyhow. Sit.”

She complied, taking a seat across from the farmer. “I never got your name,” she said. “I’m Terra.”

“Jaime,” the farmer answered, already digging into breakfast. She didn’t seem to be in mood for conversation, and honestly, neither was Terra.

Instead, she started in on breakfast. It wasn’t anything fancy, just bacon, eggs, and potatoes, but she would eat anything right now. As she took sips of her coffee between bites, she thought about George, probably waiting for her to tell him she had survived the night. He was pretty patient, considering the trouble she could get herself into. But as the only friend who really knew her secret, she hated to leave him out of the loop.

She was already scraping up the last of her eggs before Jaime had finished. “Can I use your phone? I gotta call my friend to drive me back to my car.”

“I could drive you. How far’s your car?” she asked.

Terra had to think about it for a moment. “Uh, I think I parked in the lot of that general store, Patrick’s?” She’d driven back to park there after finding a farm that looked abandoned and barricading herself inside. Not well enough, she supposed. She didn’t like to park where she’d transformed, knowing there was too much risk if someone noticed her car and went to investigate.

“Alright. Give me a minute to finish up,” Jaime told her.

She wondered if Jaime still felt bad for shooting her and tying her up. Terra, of course, was fine. When she had been getting dressed, she checked to see if there were any wounds, but wherever she’d been shot had already healed up. That wasn’t super surprising. Most farmers didn’t carry silver bullets.

Her werewolf regeneration kept her safe most of the time. She’d escaped a bear trap, for Christ’s sake. But to shoot someone and have that person sitting at your breakfast table was probably weird.

Eventually Jaime stood up, taking Terra’s plate with hers to the sink. “Alright, let’s go.”

“I’m just gonna call my friend real quick. He’s probably worried sick,” Terra said, heading towards the phone.

“Fine. But be quick.”

She headed out the back door, leaving Terra alone in the kitchen. She dialed George’s number, one of the few she knew by heart. As she leaned against the wall and messed with the cord, she hoped he’d actually pick up. After a few too many rings, she heard him said, “This better be Terra.”

“Aw, you were that worried about me?” she teased.

“No, I didn’t want you to be a telemarketer. But yes, fuck, the sun rose like three hours ago.”

She sighed. “I got found out by a farmer. And she’s kinda hot, but like, in an older butch lesbian way.”

“And why is that relevant?”

“Well, first, she offered to give me a ride back to my car.”

“No, the her being hot part.”

Terra glanced out the window. She couldn’t see Jaime outside, but she could see that they really were in the bumfuck middle of nowhere. “Uh, because I might try and get her number.”

George stammered, before saying, “How would that even work? You’re going to try and hit on the woman who found out you were a werewolf?”

“Well, she also shot me, so maybe it can be a 'sorry for shooting you' fuck.”

“You have to lead with the getting shot part, Terra!” he shouted. He cleared his throat, and continued, “Being your friend is hard.”

“But you love it.”

“I do,” he said sincerely. “Just tell me when you get shot next time.”

“I’ll try. I’ll call you when I get back to my actual phone.”

“Alright.”

“Bye, Georgie.”

She placed the phone back in its cradle and stepped outside. It was already warming up. Jaime was leaning against her truck, which meant that she hadn’t been close enough to hear that conversation, thank Christ.

Terra walked across the dirt and the grass, still barefoot. Fuck it, she had shoes in her car. “Thanks again.”

“Least I could do after shooting you,” Jaime told her.

“Eh, let bygones be bygones,” Terra said, waving her off.

“You know, a lot of people would be a little steamed about being shot.”

As Terra walked around to the other side of the car, she said, “Well, those people don’t survive being shot.”

Jaime shrugged, opening her door. “Guess so.”

#alli writes shit #fictober22 #this idea was so fun i had to play with it another day

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bigolgay · 27 days

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that’s a very good reason not to reply, don’t you think? sleep is important :)) i took a nap which is the reason why i’m only replying now :) have things calmed down for you a little this afternoon?

wait…your gym has a pool? i have never seen that before but that’s so cool! i would probably go there to only use the pool as well haha :) i can’t believe i’m saying this but i’ve come to enjoy getting up early or at least earlier…it’s like now that i have more energy i actually want to do stuff and not just lie in bed all day haha :) i guess we’re gonna see how stressful it gets, next semester is gonna be the most important one yet but i’m feeling weirdly optimistic about it :)

definitely not the end of the world, yeah…at first it felt like it but i realised very quickly there’s nothing i can do so i guess i’m over it :) THANK YOU!! i’m very proud of myself for this one :)) this should be the official description of seasonal depression, thank you! it’s my favourite season too, i just love witnessing nature coming back to life :) i will patiently wait for your arrival ;)

i would appreciate that very much, thank you :))

Hehe the best reason to not reply! Love sleep… even if my sleeping schedule doesn’t reflect that…🤣I hope you had a nice nap! Yeah, after the initial mad rush of this morning trying to get all the time sensitive stuff done it calmed down loads😌

Yes! Admittedly it’s not a deep pool at this gym, only about 4.5 feet deep throughout, but it’s deep enough to swim in! But I think pools in gym are relatively common where I live? Or at least there used to be one in the other gym near me… but that one has been closed for… basically forever🤣and I think there’s one with a pool in the next town over? Maybe? I dunno, i think I went there once years ago after I had surgery (not immediately after surgery, just in the weeks following🤣). Wow… you’re an early riser?? I’m not only impressed but also slightly jealous. I feel like I’d be so much more productive if I could naturally wake up early everyday… or at least not without needing a solid hour to remember how to exist🤣but I’m honestly so happy that you have more energy now and it’s helping you get stuff done!👏. I’m glad you’re feeling optimistic! I’m also feeling optimistic, as always, you have my full belief and you’re gonna kick ass this next semester!

Aw sweetheart☹️it always feels fucking awful in the following days after finding out you failed an exam, I’ve failed plenty in varying degrees and whether I failed by miles or by a mark, it always felt like shit. But as you say, eventually it does get better and you realise nothing can be done and you’ve just gotta move on🤷. YOURE WELCOME. And as you should be! You did great!🫶🏼it should be shown directly under the google definition of seasonal depression🤣. ME TOO. I used to have horses when I was a kid and watching the winter turn to spring was always my favourite. Especially because winter felt endless and incredibly miserable (dark by 5 and freezing… not great when you’re in a shoddy barn with shitty lighting and you’re trying to muck out stables or mix up food or getting their rugs on and stuff🤣). Oh and lambing season, that’s the greatest indicator it’s spring time🤣. But I just love it. Everything gets so green and happy and I love it😌I’ll try not to keep you waiting too long!

#a sweetheart has stumbled into my asks!

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"that's it. i'm smashing our way through."

(from Amy!)

Everything is totally fine || Prompt

...C'mon, there had to be a way through this old and leaky cavern that they hadn't tried, right? These water-logged cave systems ran for miles on end, there's no way that one cave-in blocking their original entry point would cascade into a rock-based doom from which they could never escape, right?

It certainly seemed like Tails believed so, what with the overabundance of humming and hawing coming from his person. By gadgets galore did he swear his life to, now being no different. Holographic screens of whatever mapping system he had loaded up this time would be his wayward compass poured over as the pink and yellow duo's trek through submerged caverns continued.

And continued. ...And continued. ......And continued.

But don't you worry, the lack of results was not lost on the young fox. Humming and hawing had eventually degraded into grumbling and growling, a wayward knock of the glove to that faulty-looking map serving as their would-be compass.

"N-No, there's gotta be a passage... th-this way, then. —Right? I mean— right! Yeah! Totally!" Hisses... That burning feeling on the back of his neck, the tips of his ears... he hated it. And Amy, bless her heart, had been so patient with her tour guide in need of a career change. But everyone's patience had a limit. Even hers, evidently. Those words leave her mouth and a body is quick to spin around on its heel.

"WAIT-WAIT-WAIT! Okay, I know when I'm beat! I fully admit defeat— but smashing at these walls is only gonna get us crushed under the weight of the entire ocean, and I'll be the first t'tell ya that that's NOT how I wanna go out! I couldn't even begin to describe how many fathoms deep we are right now, this trek has taken us far further than I could've possibly imagined.

And I think that's why I'm having so much trouble putting together a proper map. This place is literally uncharted. So just let me... mull over our options. It's gonna take a little bit more than walking around aimlessly to our next way forward, I see."

Then, a small cough into the fist. "By the way, the suggestion box is indeed open, can't stress that enough."

#(IC.) ''Just call me Tails!''#(ANSWERS.) ''And that's my scope of the scene!''#asterismas #((i didnt have a specific zone or location in mind for this one?))#((so just think of any zone that has ''mystic'' or whatever in the title and place it six billion miles beneath the ocean))#((that's where they are right now sdfghygtfcd))

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thezeekrecord · 1 year

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would you rather

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Gordon wasn’t surprised in the slightest to discover, upon Benry’s invitation, that his bedroom was the basement. After watching Benry’s full day of work, pitching in a little bit here and there when he felt it was a simple enough task, Benry led him down the stairs and through the door to reveal a shockingly clean room. It wasn’t pristine, yet it was cleaner than Emmet’s—the bed was carefully made and all garbage and clothes were where they belonged, save for a mug and a couple cans of soda left behind on the desk in a neat line. Benry plopped down in his computer chair, jostling the desk a little bit as he reached for his Playstation controller. Gordon got a peek at the computer, now woken by the movement of the mouse; on the desktop, he found a dreamy picture of Legolas.

“...Big Lord of the Rings fan?” Gordon asked, nodding at his desktop.

“Huh? Is that what this guy’s from?” Benry replied absent-mindedly. “This was the desktop when I got it. Thought it was funny, so I didn’t change it.”

Gordon shook his head at the reminder of his computer’s origin, but couldn’t help a laugh nonetheless. “Man. I feel bad for that kid, still.”

“I saved all her stuff.” Benry told him, finding and holding up an external hard drive. “All I kept on here was the desktop picture. Her dad’ll get her a new computer eventually, so when I next see her, I’m gonna give this to her.”

Gordon shrugged, letting it go and sitting down on the edge of his bed. Benry hooked the Playstation up to the TV next to his desk, connecting to a Call of Duty server. As he let it spend a frankly ridiculous amount of time loading, he stood and approached the landline phone conveniently set up nearby, dialing a number by memory and leaning back against the wall.

“Tommy! Wanna play COD?” Benry asked with a grin, pronouncing the acronym like he was talking about the fish. Gordon waited patiently as Benry listened to Tommy’s reply. “Wha—? No, he’s right here...?”

Gordon paused as he realized his mistake. He’d just taken off for Benry’s house—no word or message left behind for his friends to know where he went. Gordon made a sheepish face at Benry as they made eye contact. Benry wordlessly held out the phone, so Gordon leaned forward to take it and put it to his ear.

“...Hey, Tommy.” Gordon greeted with a nervous laugh. “Uhh, sorry I disappeared on you guys.”

“What—Mr. Freeman, what are you doing at Benry’s house?” Tommy questioned. “I tried to visit you at your office, you just weren’t there. Then Darnold tried to stop by your apartment before coming home, and you weren’t there, either. I tried calling you, too...”

“I know, I know, it’s sudden.” Gordon replied with a sigh. “Uhh—it’s just...my parents are in town, I needed to get away.”

“Oh. Of course, Mr. Freeman.” Tommy said empathetically. “If you needed to get away, you could’ve always stayed with me, though.”

“No, yeah, I appreciate that, but...distance is kinda key in this situation.” Gordon sighed guiltily. “I’ll be back home as soon as I can be sure they’re gone.”

“Alright, then. Let us know if you need anything.” Tommy told him gently. “Uhh—I’ll just go knock on Darnold’s door, then we could join you guys to play Call of Duty.”

Gordon was glad he brought his headset and his proper one-handed controller, anticipating they might be playing together like this. They played late into the night, until there was an abrupt knock on the basement door. Benry groaned and pulled his headset off.

“Fuck off, Emmet, we’re busy!” Benry shouted.

“C’mon, you know how early you gotta get up.” Emmet replied. “Be responsible for once.”

“I’m like, 27, man, I can stay up late if I want to.” Benry argued, putting his headset back on.

“Actually, I might wanna call it a night.” Gordon pointed out, glancing at the time on his phone—which was really the only function it served here, without cell service. “It’s pretty late.”

Benry whined as Darnold and Tommy agreed. Moments later, they were logging off, Gordon unplugging and collecting his headset and controller to take back upstairs to sleep. If he was to help Benry with the cows in the morning, he was going to have to be sure to get up bright and early.

****

Gordon woke with a start at someone banging on his door. He jolted upright and reached instinctively to his side, expecting to feel the cool grip of a gun in his palm. Several jarring seconds went past as he both did and didn’t feel his right hand attempting to grip something; as his brain clawed its way into lucidity, the sensation subsided, and he remembered where he was. He let out a heavy sigh, pushing hair out of his face.

“Wakey wakey, eggs ‘n bakey.” Benry called from the other side of the door. “Casa de Calhoun ain’t free. You gotta help with the cows.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it! Gimme a minute, Jesus Christ.” Gordon called back as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. “Lemme get dressed, I’ll be down in a few.”

“Do you need a minute? Or a few of ‘em?”

Gordon grabbed one of the more decorative pillows from the bed and threw it at the door. “Go away! Give me some peace!”

“Well, I’m gonna go take Emmet to work. Go eat your breakfast, I’ll be back.”

Gordon threw himself out of bed at that, opening the door to catch Benry before he made it to the stairs. “Hold on! You’re leaving me here alone?”

Benry turned to look at Gordon like he had two heads. “What, do I gotta babysit you?”

Gordon glanced towards Moula’s bedroom. The door was open, and the light was off. He assumed she must have been downstairs—which, of course, was where Gordon would have to get his breakfast from. It wasn’t anything entirely against her; as a fellow parent, he understood her protectiveness of Benry. If anyone even thought about harming a single hair on Joshua, he knew he wouldn’t be nearly as collected as Moula had been thus far. As Gordon, though—the man who had killed her son—he wasn’t so eager to try and make polite conversation without Benry as a buffer.

“I mean...can’t I just ride with you and Emmet?” Gordon suggested hopefully.

“What? Without a shirt?”

Gordon glanced down at himself, forcibly reminded of his own indecency.

“You can ride with me ‘n Emmet if you wake up on time.” Benry chastised, proceeding down the stairs without him. “Be back in a few.”

Gordon gave up, watching Benry disappear down the staircase. With a deep sigh, he picked out some decent clothes to change into before he stopped at the top of the staircase. Spending a few moments steeling himself for awkward silence, he headed downstairs.

Down in the kitchen, Gordon found Moula stood at the sink, sleeves rolled up to wash dishes. Much like the previous morning he had spent here, he saw an assortment of food set out on the counter. This time, it looked as though whoever had cooked was in the mood for rice, with eggs and chopped vegetables to add to it. He cleared his throat, alerting her of his presence as he stepped into the kitchen to join her.

“Um...want some help?” Gordon offered, eyeing the drying rack precariously full of clean dishes layered on top of each other.

Moula gave him a glance over her shoulder. She didn’t look either pleased or displeased to see him; she just seemed tired, was all, Gordon thought. She let out a small huff as she scrubbed at a pan in the sink. “Sure, Gordon. Thank you.” She replied politely.

Gordon took up a rag to dry dishes with, struggling to find their assigned places in their kitchen. When he’d take a little too long figuring out where something went, Moula would break the silence to point him in the right direction. The rack was nearing halfway empty when Gordon decided he was sick of the awkward pauses.

“So, uhh—you live here in Colorado long?” He asked desperately.

Moula hummed thoughtfully. “Some part of me never feels like it’s been quite so long, but it has been a while. My family moved here shortly before I started college to be closer to some other family...”

“Do you like it here?”

Moula cast Gordon a brief, curious look before she turned back to the dishes. “For the most part, yeah. There’s a lot I miss about home, though.”

“Yeah, I feel that.” Gordon agreed as he carefully put away a pot lid, trying not to make a ruckus. “It’s nice that there’s trees here. Not a lot of green, out in New Mexico. I think that’s one of the things I miss most about Washington. It’s like everything in New Mexico is dead.”

“The desert isn’t dead.” Moula corrected with interest. “There’s plenty to look at, if you rethink what you’re supposed to be looking for.”

“Huh. Yeah, I guess that’s a good point.” Gordon said distantly, imagining the landscapes of home. He��d have to pay closer attention when he drove back, he thought.

“...I’d miss trees too, though, to be fair.” Moula added with a small laugh.

Gordon laughed with her, just a slightly-less-awkward chuckle.

“You know, despite everything, I think Benry will appreciate having some help with the cows.” Moula said suddenly. “He manages on his own, but it’s a lot of work and some long hours, doing it alone. I remember starting out while the boys were still in school most of their days. I thought I’d be ready for it, but I don’t think I stopped being sore for at least a few months.”

“Yeah, it never struck me as easy work.” Gordon said. “...I heard you used to be a vet tech. Do you like cow farming better, or...?”

“It’s leagues better.” Moula told him with a whole-hearted smile. The smile quickly faded, though, and she turned her gaze back to the dishes evasively. “At least...it was, back when I was strong enough for it.”

“Oh, uhh...yeah. Sorry about that.” Gordon said sympathetically. “...I know it sucks, when something disabling happens in your life like that.”

They both paused as Gordon rubbed his palm over his right arm. He’d had the time to adjust—he figured some things out on his own and got help with others, like his one-handed controller; still, his life was never going to be the same as before the resonance cascade. He wondered about Moula’s condition, in comparison—was this debilitating exhaustion something that could be worked on? Or did it just come down to long-term management of how she was now?

Moula eventually sighed, giving him a small, half-hearted smile. “Yeah. It fucking sucks.”

Gordon returned the slight smile before looking back down at his arm, chewing on his lip. A few moments of reflective silence passed before he glanced up at her again, finding she was looking him over. Gordon hesitated, the social anxiety that had left him over the course of their brief conversation returning in a flood.

“What?” Gordon asked nervously.

Moula set the last clean dish in the drying rack, taking up another rag to dry her hands off. Once they were dry, she leaned back against the counter, pushing some of her messy hair out of her face and crossing her arms.

“What happened at Black Mesa, Gordon?” She asked, furrowing her brow.

Gordon stammered uselessly for a couple of seconds. “I—...what do you mean, ‘what happened’? Benry probably told you everything already, right? At least...from his perspective, I guess.”

Moula shook her head slowly. “He hasn’t told me much, actually.” She said pensively. “I don’t mean that to say I think there’s any justifiable reason for you to have killed him. But...well, first of all, you don’t strike me as the type to think of murder as the first solution.”

“Um...thanks?”

“Second of all, I know Benry. I can see there’s a lot more to how he feels about you.” She continued seriously. “If it were up to me, based on what little I know, I wouldn’t like to have you around my son. Honestly, I expected him to turn you away, too, but...even though you killed him, he’s still let you back into his life.”

Gordon frowned deeply, absent-mindedly running the dish rag over an already dry plate in slow, useless circles. “I...yeah. I guess he has.”

“All he’s told me is that you walked in one day without ID, so—”

“Passport.” Gordon interrupted in a harrowed voice. He swallowed hard, trying to force down the nausea starting to stir in his stomach as he thought of the resonance cascade. “...It was my passport. I didn’t have my passport.”

"...Okay, sure, passport.” Moula said dismissively. “...After that, he said something went wrong with a test, and the whole facility broke down. You all were trying to escape, but in the end, when you all could have just gone home, you turned on him and killed him.”

“That’s not—no, no, that’s missing a lot of key details.” Gordon said, leaving the plate long forgotten on the counter. “Listen. Yes, I didn’t have my passport. Yes, something went wrong with the test. Aliens that were trying to kill us were popping up left and right, and then, the military showed up to cover it all up and kill everyone. He...”

Gordon hesitated, his chest starting to hurt as he remembered being plunged into darkness. He took in a stuttering breath, doing his best to speak evenly. “I’ve had my reasons for getting to the point where I didn’t trust Benry. He wasn’t...I mean, he was following us around, but...he wasn’t on my side. Like, seriously, it wasn’t even just him. I’ve had this issue with a couple of the others who were there with me, and we’ve had to work through it. Bubby and Dr. Coomer—there were points where they saw an easy way out, so they tried to take it, and—...and I got hurt because of it.”

He felt tears stinging at his eyes, holding his right arm close to his chest as a familiar aching feeling settled into it. “What we went through was fucked up. The thing is, I just—there’s a part of me that gets it, on some level. I don’t know what the strategy was with the military—try to make deals to capture and kill me, and then get everyone else later? But...I mean, if they’d approached me, and said that if I turned one of my friends over, they’d get me safely back up to the surface to my son...” He choked on a small sob he’d been doing his best to hold back, averting his eyes from Moula. “I guess it’s hard to say, in retrospect, whether or not I would’ve taken it. But I get it, because I sure as fuck know there’d be a part of me that would consider it. It’s just self-preservation. No matter how hard you try to think with morals, we’ve had self-preservation instincts baked into us since humans even evolved—I mean, since the start of life on Earth, really. No matter what you’re thinking, your brain and your body don’t want to die. You’ll look for any way out of death that you can. So...I get it.”

Gordon desperately wiped at the tears falling down his cheeks, unable to help another sob. He shut his eyes tight and tried to take in deep breaths to calm himself, but at this point, it was futile. He turned to lean his elbows against the counter, covering his face as he cried for several moments. “And—I mean, I don’t know if I’ll ever fully forgive them for it. But I’ve reached the point where I can say I understand, and I can still be friends with them, because circumstances are different, now—plus, at least they apologized. ” He went on through his sobs. “But Benry? He had just as much of a hand in selling me out to the military as Bubby did. With Bubby, I kind of got it, because I know he didn’t think they’d hurt me as bad as they did. But—but Benry—he fucking said he wanted me dead.”

It took a moment for Gordon to collect himself enough to breathe evenly. He glanced at Moula once he’d calmed down a little. She wasn’t looking at him, anymore; her eyes were unfocused as she stared vaguely ahead of her, brow furrowed as she chewed on her lip thoughtfully. When she did look at him, she had a conflicted expression, clearly still taking this in. He was grateful she was just listening, at least; no interruptions, and no obligation to try and mitigate his crying.

“I-...I just...” Gordon went on, reaching for a paper towel to clean his face. It was rough against his skin, but it was the least disgusting solution he had at the moment. “I never wanted to kill or hurt anyone. But...in Black Mesa, during the resonance cascade, I killed more people than I can even count, all so I could be here today. And—and it’s horrific. What it looked like, what it sounded like, how it felt—all of it is burned into my head. It was self defense, but...I don’t think I’m ever going to forget it. I can’t forget that I reached a point where it just...it got easier to...” Gordon fought back another sob threatening to escape, covering his face again to avoid Moula’s gaze. “It got easier to kill whoever got in my way, than it was to try to find any other way around it.”

When Gordon lost his ability to speak again, Moula finally said something. “So...that’s how it happened, then? You lost your trust in him, and he got in your way?”

Keeping his eyes firmly covered, Gordon forced in a deep breath to answer. “There was this point where he kept insisting we go back, even though we were told we had to go to some other dimension to kill something, if we wanted to stop what was going on.” He explained, voice shaking. “When he got big, I mean...I don’t know what else I was supposed to think or do. He’d already said to me he wanted me to die, and he was obstructing me at every fucking opportunity he got. I was told that there was something there that was causing aliens to teleport to Earth, and I mean—I didn’t know how far that extended. Was it just Black Mesa, or was it all over? Either way, as far as I could tell, doing that would save myself, my friends, and...maybe a bunch more people. He was the only one there that seemed powerful enough to do something like that, and he was following me around, saying he was gonna kill me. Killing him was—...at the time, it seemed like my only option to get back home alive. And it’s not easy, thinking back to killing him. Everyone around me acts like I don’t find it difficult. But...out of everyone I killed...I knew Benry the longest. Nobody else in the Science Team seems to think it haunts me, but...even if I haven’t been sure there was any other way we were going to live, and no matter how much I feel like I must hate him, no matter how necessary it felt and how motivated I was to do it in the moment...after the fact, I-...it really, really does haunt me.”

“...You’re not here because of your parents, are you?”

Gordon looked at Moula in surprise. He couldn’t even formulate a response to that; his brain felt like it was on fire, thinking so extensively of Black Mesa again, and no longer had the capacity to think about anything else.

Moula sighed deeply, dragging a palm down her face. “I get it, if you’re here to find something in Benry that would give you...I don’t know, answers or closure, maybe, for what happened.” She said exhaustedly. “This feels out of my league. I don’t think there’s anything I can tell you that would help any of this make more sense, and I’m not interested in trying to intervene in my son’s life like that, anyway. That’s for you two to sort out. But what I can tell you is that none of that sounds like my boy.”

Of course, his mother would say that, Gordon thought to himself. Why was he telling her all of this, anyway? He wondered. It wasn’t like Benry was going to let her be on anyone’s side but his own. He was just sobbing in front of her for no reason. He gripped the edge of the countertop tightly, biting his lip hard as he strained to stop crying fully.

“It sounds like there’s a lot more to what happened at Black Mesa that neither of you fully understand.” Moula assessed thoughtfully. “If you really want to know more, and you’re not here to hurt Benry...” A sharp look formed in her eyes at that, “it’d be worth being patient for a real conversation about it. He can be slow to come around to talking about something hard, but in my experience, he just needs extra time to think about it. I can see that he’s trying. I know he’ll open up to you sooner rather than later, if you keep working with him.”

Gordon nodded slowly. “...Yeah. Okay.” He murmured.

Moula looked like she was thinking something over hard for several moments. She took in a deep breath, giving Gordon a deeply intense look. “I know it’s complicated, considering he doesn’t actually die. I’m not going to pretend it’s not, and it changes the situation to you a little bit, I’m sure. But the intent is still there for me. I can’t speak to what happened leading up to your fight in Black Mesa, and I’m trying very, very hard to keep cool about all this for Benry’s sake. But I will say that now, in these circumstances, Benry does not deserve to die. And if you do try to hurt him, all bets are off. I won’t hesitate to put a stop to it myself if I have to.”

“...I’m not gonna hurt him.” Gordon said hollowly.

A few tense seconds passed, Moula just watching him closely, before she let out a long breath. She nodded slowly, indicating towards the remaining rice on the counter. “You should eat.” She said, reaching for one of the clean dishes to start drying. “After that, I’m sure Benry would appreciate it, if you got a head start on cleaning up in the barn. I’ll show you what needs to get done.”

“Uhh—are you sure you should be doing that?” Gordon asked, starting to feel slightly more stable. “I don’t want you to push yourself, I mean, I can just wait for Benry.”

Moula shot him an exhausted, slightly irritated look. “I said I’ll do it, so I’ll do it. You don’t know my limits.”

Gordon nodded and backed off, taking one of the bowls of rice from the counter. “Yeah, of course. Sorry.”

After having his fill of breakfast, Moula and Gordon bundled up to head out to the barn, Beef rushing ahead dutifully to wait by the doors. Gordon still wasn’t used to the smell of the barn; he was sure it became just as normal to the Calhouns as the smell of their own house, but it’d probably take him a while to reach that point. Moula pointed out what Gordon needed to do and what tools to use for it, taking up some of the lighter tasks herself. Gordon couldn’t sugarcoat it—it was disgusting. Fortunately, it only took a few minutes for his brain to switch gears from oh Jesus what the fuck am I doing to it’ll be good to get this done, and Moula and Gordon proceeded in silence.

Gordon never actively enjoyed cleaning, but he had to admit, it usually helped when something triggered him. He’d try to visualize the mess he was addressing as clutter in his own brain; physically taking care of the mess got his blood moving, and watching the space around him clear out helped put him at ease. He was feeling much better as he finished up cleaning the floor when the barn doors opened again, revealing Benry. He pulled the hood of his coat off, casting a worried look at Moula.

“Mama Moula, you should be inside.” He said, rushing to her side like she might faint at any moment. “Remember what that doctor said? Something, something, cold and immune system or whatever...”

“It’s fine, Benry. I’m not gonna spend the rest of my life inside.” Moula replied, waving him away. “I was just getting Gordon started out here.”

Gordon waved at Benry wordlessly when he glanced his way. He seemed far less interested in his presence than he was in Moula’s wellbeing, though; he grabbed a stool from the corner and dragged it over to Moula, setting it out beside her.

“At least sit down. Don’t fall over.” He said, urging her to sit.

“I feel fine right now.” Moula told him with a smile as she sat down. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

A concerned, irritated look spread over Benry’s face. He made a few vague gestures with his hands and said some nonsense noises, like there was too much to point out, and he simply didn’t know where to start.

“Maybe you need to sit down.” She told him playfully.

Benry gave up trying to put his thoughts to words, instead sighing and stuffing his hands into his pockets.

“C’mere.” Moula said, beckoning Benry closer.

Moula kept waving him closer until he was bending down at eye level with her. She cast a glance in Gordon’s direction before cupping her hands around her mouth, so Benry offered her his ear to whisper into. The polite part of Gordon wanted to give them privacy, but the curious part won out this time, watching them as Moula closed the gap to whisper to him. Instead of telling him any secrets, though, she blew a raspberry in his ear. Benry looked taken off guard, bursting out into a surprised laugh and pushing her away playfully.

Gordon was happy to let Benry and Moula’s attention stay mostly on each other for the next short while, as he finished up the chores Moula had directed him to. It gave him an emotional buffer, some time to recover from earlier and think.

Maybe it was weird, he thought, how Benry would so quickly transition into death threats, the way he had in Black Mesa. Part of what made Gordon so on edge about him back then was never quite knowing where he stood with him; one minute, Benry would be bizarrely flirting with him, and the next, he’d be stating with full confidence that he wanted him dead. Then again, whatever the answer was, did it matter in the end? Yes, he had his own selfish reasons for wanting Benry gone—how could he feel truly safe, with him around?—but at the same time, how he felt wasn’t really the point. It would probably take years to unravel the meaning behind Benry’s twisted and convoluted behavior, and that was time he didn’t have. Mr. Coolatta had made it very clear that it was in everyone’s best interest if Benry was disposed of. Even if it didn’t feel like it was.

Gordon let out a small sigh, pushing hair out of his face as he got back to work. Some part of him relaxed as he reasoned himself beyond getting into Benry’s past actions. He didn’t want to think about the guy’s feelings or justifications for what he’d done. None of that mattered.

“Gordon, hey.” Benry’s voice cut through his thoughts suddenly, bringing Gordon back to the present. He looked his way in a daze, finding Benry and Moula staring at him.

“Huh? What?” Gordon asked.

“Would you rather have to make dinner for five super picky two-year-olds—and they all have to get the same thing—or every time you close your eyes for two weeks, including blinking, you smell rotten milk? The babies have guns, by the way.”

Gordon stared at Benry for several long seconds. The moment a small snort escaped him, the floodgates opened, and he burst out into hysterical, screaming laughter. He was only laughing for a couple seconds before he grew lightheaded, sending him down to the freshly cleaned floor heavily. Even as pain shot through his hip as he landed, he kept laughing, rolling over onto his side as he struggled to breathe through his hysterics.

“What? It’s just a question. It’s not that funny.” Benry said with bewilderment.

Gordon’s stomach ached as he laughed, tears rolling down his face. Moula and Benry stared at him all the while, until finally, after what felt like an eternity, Gordon managed to stop. He had to take a few extra seconds to catch his breath before he answered.

“Easy.” He said, his voice raw from all the crying and laughing he’d already done today. “Cheese and crackers for dinner. Boom. Everyone’s happy.”

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redrattlers · 3 years

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luke hemmings making makeup transformation videos to the sound of his own songs has to be my favourite kind of content

#luke hemmings #lrhedit #5sosedit #lh1 #baby blue #wildflower #try number two!!#i hope it works this time cause i really love this #fucking hell WHY #WHY WONT IT LOAD #oh I think this works #just gotta be patient it loads eventually #okay everyone who reblogged it the first time can delete it if they want!!#wow what a frustrating 30 minutes that was #tumblr i hate u #*

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bokutoslittlebird · 3 years

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Request: nii!bokuto fucking y/n dumb at a team reunion party and the whole team ends up joining.

Okay so I made it so the whole team is there but Akaashi and Konoha are the only ones who really get to do anything. The others are enjoying the show.

Warnings: incest, humping/grinding, voyeurism/exhibitionism, watersports/piss play, gangbang, squirting, fire play/lighter use, breeding, dirty talk, cum shots, human urinal, thigh riding, asphyxiation briefly creampie, swallowing urine

Kōtarō-nii + Gangbang [includes Bokuto, Akaashi, Konoha]

It’s just supposed to be a little get together was what you were told. Two hours later, each old teammate of Bokuto was still downstairs, chatting and laughing. Every time Bokuto laughed so joyously, it rubbed you the wrong way. It was like he forgot about you, sitting back and talking to his old teammates. You were supposed to be hidden out of sight, but your needs needed to be met and if that meant walking downstairs to remind your brother you were still waiting for him, that’s what you’d do.

You didn’t expect him and his friends to wave you over.

“[Y/N]! It’s been so long since I’ve seen you! Visiting your nii-san, eh?” Komi asked, an eyebrow raised. ‘Visiting’ was one way to put it, but you were actually living with Bokuto, guest room still unused as your belongings were in his bedroom.

“Guess you could say that,” Bokuto threw out, then continued. “She’s going to college here, so it’s easier to live with me than pay for on-campus living,”

“Saving money, I see,” Akaashi piped up, taking a drink from his glass. It was just water, which meant they weren’t drinking alcohol. Bokuto had a soda, but everyone else looked like they were drinking tea or water.

“Hey, [Y/N],” Bokuto tapped you on the shoulder, making you turning your head towards him. “Can you get me another drink?”

“Of course, Kōtarō-nii,” taking his empty bottle, you go into the kitchen to see where he keeps the soda. Since he doesn’t want you to have any, they’re usually up high. Standing on your toes, you still can’t reach the sweet drinks. To speed up the time, you hop on the counter only to feel someone’s hands guiding you off.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” Bokuto says, caging you to the counter. “I thought I told you to stay upstairs,”

“I was bored, nii-san,” you whine, pressing yourself against him. “You’re ignoring me,”

“I’m entertaining my guests. You need to learn how to be patient,” he whispers, one of his hands rubbing at the spot between your thighs. “You’re dripping. Have you been touching yourself?”

“It’s not the same, plea—”

“If you’re good, I’ll fill you up so many times you’ll be swollen with my seed, how about that?” You nod your head, still pressing yourself against him. “Stop pushing yourself on me or I’m gonna have to punish you,”

With a final warning, Bokuto gets his own drink and removes himself from you, sighing as he sees your pout. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he pats your head. “Just another hour, okay?”

That’s what he said.. an hour ago.

Sitting beside him was almost too much to bear. Knowing he could take you whenever he wanted to and him knowing you’re desperately waiting for him to touch you, it’s all too much. Even as your thoughts swim with the image of him absolutely ravishingly you in front of his friends, your pleading eyes and a pout his way whenever he glances at you, yet all he gives is his arm around your shoulders. As a good big brother should, but this is getting to be too much.

Sarukai is the one who decided to play a game. It was a silly card game you played as kids, but it was fun to pass time. Since you didn’t wanna play, you had to sacrifice your spot to Akaashi, your bottom instead being placed on Bokuto’s thigh. A warning squeeze on your hip was all you got, quickly telling them that you were cold which they all brushed off, going on with the game. He was like a heater, warmth rising from beneath his clothes, but it just made you more hot and bothered. It wasn’t until he started rubbing a hand on your thigh — inner thigh, included, his fingers brushing against your sensitive area — did you really feel impatient.

You hoped nobody would notice as your body started moving, and it seemed like they didn’t. Legs on either side of his thigh, you rubbing yourself against him, trying to get as much friction as you could. Bokuto doesn’t stop you, his hand instead rubbing soothing circles into your hip as you continue to grind against his thigh. Eventually, you end up humping his thigh as the rubbing effect wears off, only to have him lean down to your ear. “You can’t wait, can’t you? Such a needy slut needs to be punished, you know?”

There’s no other warning, you suddenly being pushed in the middle of the game as everyone shoots back in shock, surprised at Bokuto’s actions. “You’ve wanted this for a bit, haven’t you? That’s why you’re even wetter, isn’t it?” He smiles down at you, prying your shorts off. He then addresses the guests of his abode, “you guys get to see how much my beloved sister loves me,”

With your shorts and panties off, you’re staining the wooden table with your dripping juices as Bokuto gets his cock out. His friends seem into it, sitting back on the couches and chairs, eyes glued to the way Bokuto spreads your sopping cunt, clenching around nothing as you wait for him in anticipation. Licking his lips, he sinks into you, without letting you adjust as your legs tense and your toes curl, squeezing him as he pushes himself all the way in.

“Did you already cum?” He asks, seemingly dumbfounded by your sudden orgasm. You don’t answer, simply keeping your head against the table and having your eyes rolled into the back of your head. With no response, he decides to roughly thrust up into you, making you gasp as he pushes in so far, feeling so full as he snaps his hips to yours, your hands grasping at the edges of the table as you moan. Through your blurry vision, you’re able to see his old teammates with their own cocks out, hands around the thick appendages as their eyes are trained on how well you take in their former captain’s cock.

It’s only mere seconds before you’re mewling, back arching as you’re clamping around his cock again, body twisting with the force of your orgasm as you shake. Bokuto removes himself from your cunt, though, making you whine. “Don’t worry. I’m gonna let my friends have a turn with you, though. You seem eager Akaashi, wanna go first?”

“I’d much prefer her mouth than her pussy, Bokuto-san,” he says, moving around to your head. His cock comes into view, to which you eagerly open your mouth to take him in, tongue killing out to lick at the tip.

“I won’t pass up free pussy,” Konoha chuckles, taking Bokuto’s position and pushing into you. “Thought she’d be loose after taking a cock that big, but you’re tight as a virgin!” He laughs, pinching your clit as you squeeze down on him even more, muffled moans coming from your throat which is stuffed with Akaashi’s cock.

“Mhm! I taught her well, didn’t I?” Bokuto hums, guiding one of your hands to his cock. “Don’t forget about me, baby girl,” he says, low as he watches your hand jerk him off. Despite your eyes not being anywhere around his form, your hand works expertly from experience of handjobs. Akaashi seems pleased himself, fingers occasionally tracing your jaw and throat, only to close your nose as he face fucks you. Konoha seems to be enjoying himself, as well, your legs secured around his waist as he thrusts into you, his thumb rubbing at your bundle of nerves that has milky fluid coating his cock with each thrust.

“I’m close, can I do it inside?” He asks, looking at Bokuto, using his own hand to guide yours.

“No. You can cum in her ass, but not her cunt. That’s only for her nii-san, isn’t that right?” He directs the last bit at you, fingers pinching your nipples as your body jerks. Konoha decides to pull out, letting his semen paint your stomach white as he groans, making sure every drop lands on your skin. Akaashi is right behind him, closing your nose as he shoots his own load down your throat, your eyes glazed over as you drink it all.

Konoha takes it upon himself to push back into your cunt, feeling your walls clamp around him once more time. It’s too much and you feel something warm fill your insides, eyes widening as you think he put a load in you. When he pulls out, however, you feel it trickling out as the warm liquid drips from your cunt. “Seems she’ll only take cum, not piss,”

“She’ll take it, won’t you, pretty girl?” Bokuto coos, fingers keeping your mouth open as Akaashi takes his turn, warm liquid filling your mouth as you struggle to not let any spill. Once he’s done, Bokuto closes your mouth and nose to force it down, your eyes squeezed shut as it tastes bitter. “See? Just gotta know which hole to use. It’s okay, I’ll clean her out so you can use her again,” he hums once more, pushing his thick cock into your still leaking pussy. The force of his thrust has you mewling, drool spilling from your lips as your body jostles with each thrust. “There’s a cute little trick her cunt will do if you give her a bit of pain,” he grunts, fishing a lighter out of his pocket. Your eyes widen at the familiar click of the item, brief light before it’s shut off. He hands it to Konoha, who then flicks it on as he brings the fire close to your face, the light dancing ridiculously close to your cheek. Akaashi keeps you fron moving your head, sweat beginning to form as Konoha brings the lighter closer, the flame barely licking your skin as you scream, tongue lolling out as your squirt all over Bokuto’s abdomen, his groan overwhelmed by your cute noises. With another thrust, he’s spilling his own load into you, fill you up exactly how you wanted him to.

Konoha shuts off the lighter, then locks across the mark against your cheek where the flame touched you, pressing a sweet kiss in apology to the hot skin. “Now, what do we say, [Y/N]?”

“Thank you for filling me up nii-san. I’ll take anything you give to me, I promise,” you sweetly say, another moan as you feel Bokuto’s piss fill you up as well, his thumb rubbing your clit.

“Don’t worry, baby. Only I’ll be able to breed you, but my friends can have their fun, can’t they? I’ll promise to give you all my attention later, is that okay?” Your response is a nod of the head, the rest of his friends eager to have your holes and your hands around their cocks.

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van-eazy · 3 years

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Rule #1: You owe absolutely nobody on the apps anything. Not a pic. Not a response. Nothing.

Rule #2: This is the digital equivalent of a gay bar in a lot of ways. And the block button is your friend, don’t be afraid of it. It’s not rude. It’s the digital equivalent of walking away from someone at a bar.

Rule #3: Read their profile before you message.

Rule #4: The squeaky wheel gets grease. The app is full of people waiting for someone to message them first. If you ain’t confident, fake it. Nobody can tell the difference. Eventually you fake it enough until you’re accidentally doing it for real.

Rule #5: Get to the point.

Want head? Wanna be my cumdump? Wanna adopt two cats and be monogamous and happy? We’re all looking for different outcomes and the faster you get to it the better. We are all busy. Get moving!

Rule #6: Not everyone responds instantly. Be patient. Go in without expectations regardless of what you’re looking for. Just cos Grindr says they’re online doesn’t mean they really are.

Rule #7: Understand that if you don’t share images with someone early on, and especially if you don’t have your face in you profile then you will have a difficult time making connections. Nobody wants to talk to a grey box.

Rule #8: Be positive, not negative. Don’t list the things you aren’t into. List the things that you want! If you want a load, say that! If you want a date, say that.

Rule #9: There is only one time when you kinda owe someone a message out of respect. If you say you’re on your way over or they’re heading your way and now you have to back out, you should let them know, especially if locations are given out. You don’t owe an explanation at all, simply “so sorry dude, but I gotta cancel.”

Rule #10: Don’t take it too seriously. Sure you could meet your husband or best friend on Grindr but chances are most days you’ll either get some dick or have a few nice conversations.

Rule #11: Do not make plans for sex. Just don’t. Don’t schedule a dicking down unless you two have already fucked before cos we can rarely predict how horny we will be at any given moment and the chances of ghosting or cancelled plans is like 97%.

Rule #12: Do not make date plans for anything past the same day or maybe the next day. Most times if you make a date a few days into the future one of you will lose interest before the date. Or they’ll text you nonstop for the nine days leading up to the awkwardly silent Starbucks coffee date on your lunch break.

These rules are just what I have come up with through my experiences with dating and hook-up apps so this is hardly gospel. Just some words that might help make your experience better.

Thank you for your time 🌺 🌸 🌺

#PSA #Grindr #seriously try some of this and you’ll be surprised how much Grindr isn’t quite as frustrating #but it’ll still be frustrating #nature of us stupid fags 😂🤣😂#my 13th rule is that I don’t talk to anyone under 35 lol. or at least rarely but that’s just for me #also the guy on the RIGHT clearly read my profile after he messaged me

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gay-shii · 3 years

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Jason Voorhees x Tall!Top!Black!Male!Reader with an afro

(damn so many tags) (I am black btw)

a relationship with Jason

You gotta be a beast if you’re taller then Jason. Over 6'5, are you serious?? Are you human?? Jason doesn’t know what to do with himself.

When he first meets you he’s just like oh… And is immediately on edge. Don’t worry though, he grows on you and eventually realizes you wouldn't hurt anyone.

Jason has never had to look up at someone to look them in the eyes in a while. His neck ain’t use to this.

Its been too long since he’s had good forehead kisses :) Keep them coming!

He loves your afro! big or small, he just thinks it looks so good on you. Jason is bald so he’s never had hair to appreciate. He would never touch it without your permission… with you awake. Has definitely touched and played with your hair when you were asleep. What you dont know cant hurt you.

If you let him pick it out or style it, he would melt. Just show him how to do it. He’s heavy handed, not the best choice if your tender headed. It might look bad but it doesn’t matter it’s not like a lot of people see you anyway.

Don't expect him to know how to braid. Again, he doesn't have hair, plus your hair is completely different from any of the hair he's played with. He loves it when you braid it or go out and get it braided, though.

nsfw headcanons

You’d have to be in a relationship for a while for Jason to agree to sex. His whole life sex was seen as a sinful act so be patient with him.

He’s literally a zombie so he’s not even sure if ‘it’ works

When he finally agrees, he's nervous asf. He’s never done this before plus he’s the one being penetrated. Comfort him please!

You gotta go slowly. Praises, loving touches and kisses all over his mask and body. (yes, the mask stays on during sex) He likes it when you play with his ass. Eat him out for forplay and he'll come shortly after. He wont admit that he likes his ass smacked. He likes it smacked hard, as hard as you can, he's not fragile. He doesn't understand the appeal of his soft plump huge thicc titties, but if you like them, they're free range. *drools*

When you say it would be easier to pull your hair into a ponytail he gets disappointed. Then he takes the rubber band from you. You’re not getting that back btw…

Cum on his mask. Oh, he loves facials; your thick white load seeping into the holes of his mask, the groans you make when you cum. It makes him wanna go 10 more rounds. But he understands if your done.

after care

When you two are done please cuddle him and tell him how much you love him. He’s very needy. You were tired and went straight to bed after sex? No more inside privileges for you. Will dead ass make you sleep outside on the grass. Dont test him.

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“Jason please! I was tiredd!”

You had forgotten to give him a goodnight kiss after sex last night. Real bad mistake…

Jason pushes you out of the house and gives you a blanket and an uncomfortable couch pillow. He walks back inside and locks the door. Looking out from the window, he sees you sadly laying yourself on the grass covering yourself with the blanket. He didn’t even give you your bonnet.

He feels no regret.

#slashers #slashers x male reader #jason voorhees #jason voorhees x male reader #black reader #male reader #jason is a bottom lol #hes so hot i drool for him

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harrysddtittys · 3 years

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Could you maybe write something where Harry is a single father to maybe a girl. And just write how he’d deal with her terrible twos. Like from morning to night or something like that? 🥺

wow i finally got a requestttt!!! here you go! I know nothing about young children, so i don’t even know if this is an accurate description of a 2 y/o lol. but i hope you like it <33

Warnings: fluffff, dadrry, most likely some typos :)

Masterlist ❣︎ Requests

Piece of work

“Oh my God, Lani.” Harry groaned, groggily, as he was pulled out of his sleep by his daughter sitting on his back and yelling “Daddy, wake up!” in an playful voice. As much as he tries to pretend to not to like being woken up so obnoxiously every morning, they both know he loves for the first thing he hears every day to be his little girl yelling in his ear.

He lays there for a couple more minutes, wanting to sleep for a little bit longer, but gives up when he realizes she’s not going to be quiet until he gets up. “Okay, okay. I’m awake. Calm down.”

When he says that, she immediately gets off his back so that he can sit up, sitting next to him. He looks over at her. She’s wearing a random shirt of her’s that she doesn’t really wear other than to sleep, and her pull-up that she wears to prevent wetting the bed at night, and she has a head full of curly, unruly hair. He just smiles, so in awe of the fact he helped create something so beautiful.

Fatherhood was by far the best thing that ever happened to Harry. The second he looked his little girl, Alani in the eyes, he instantly felt the connection. He loves her with his entire being. But she can definitely be a lot to handle

She turned two not even three months ago. Harry Honestly thought the “terrible two’s” stage was a myth. Boy, was he wrong. The tantrums hit like lightning. Not only is she in her terrible two’s, but she’s naturally very stubborn, and sassy. She definitely got that from him. He swears she’s a 13 year old in a 2 year olds body.

“G’morning, bug.” He says, sitting up slowly because of the stiff joints from not moving much all night. “Good morning, daddy!” She squeals excitedly. Once he’s fully sat up, Alani jumps on him, throwing her tiny arms around him, causing Harry to chuckle. She gets so excited when he wakes up for the day.

He wraps his arms around her and squeeze her lightly, but grunting as if he’s squeezing her as tight as he can, making her giggle. “Did you sleep good?” He questions, quietly. “Yeah.” She mumbles, feeling so content where she is, like in her dad’s arms is the best place in the world. “V’got some things to do today. Y’wanna go run some errands with daddy?” This causes her to pull away from him with with wide eyes, nodding eagerly. The biggest smile spreads across Harry’s features. “Yeah?” Which she responds to by nodding again.

“Then we gotta get ready, bub. Y’hungry?” He asks to which she responds with a simple “Yes.” “Alright let’s go eat.” When he says that, Alani gets down off the bed, before sprinting out of his room, and toward the kitchen full speed. “Stop running!” He slightly scolds, hearing her tiny feet padding down the hallway at a much slower speed than before.

He always gets so nervous when she’s running around, but especially when she’s running in the house. She’s so wild and crazy, yet so clumsy. Constantly falling, and running into things. She rarely actually gets hurt. Most of the time she moves on from it like nothing happened. But it scares the absolute shit out of Harry every time.

When he enters the kitchen, he sees Alani standing next to the counter. As soon as he’s in her line of vision she starts pointing to the box of cinnamon toast crunch. “Daddy, this?” with pleading eyes. Harry just laughs. He doesn’t let her eat those than often for breakfast, because of how sweet they are, choosing to fix something on the healthier side for them to eat instead. But today he figured it wouldn’t hurt to let her have a little bowl of it before the day starts.

He goes over to the little girl who is still aggressively pointing at the box of cereal, ending down to pick her up. “Alright, alright. Hold you’re horses, will you?” He coos softly. He gently sits her down on at the kitchen table before returning back over to the counter. He opens the cabinet, pulling out a small bowl. When he’s finished making her cereal, he grabs her one of her baby spoons before serving it to her. “Thank you!” she says loudly. “You’re welcome, princess.” he chuckles.

Harry doesn’t like cinnamon toast crunch, it’s way to sweet for him. He decides he’ll just pop a bagel in the toaster and call it a day.

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Once they’ve finished breakfast, they got completely ready for the day, and we’re soon ready to head out. Harry turns around to look at his daughter. She’s dressed in a denim dress, with a white t-shirt underneath, and white tennis shoes. Her hair’s brushed up into two sleek pigtails, which he’d become a pro at over the past couple years. Harry decided on a white t-shirt with a gray pair of pants. “Y’ready t’go, love?” he asked, feeling around his pockets to make sure he had everything. “Mhm!”

once they’re out to the car, Harry straps Alani into her car seat in the back, peppering kisses all over her tiny face once she’s all buckled in. “Daddy!” She squeals. Giggling, he closes the door, and goes around to the drivers side, getting in and powering the car on. “Alright, let’s roll.” he sighs, turning around to back out of the driveway.

They needed to stop at the grocery store, just to stock up on some things they needed around the house. So that’s where they were headed to now.

“Daddy, look! Red!” Alani exclaimed, pointing at the red car that was next to them. “Yes, that is red, baby, good job!” Harry beams. “Y’so smart.”

They continue driving toward their local grocery. Harry looks into his rear view mirror to check in Alani, and catches her staring at him. She’s always staring at him. It seems to be her favorite thing to do. He pulls the silliest face he could think of, causing her to burst into laughter. Harry laughs right along with her. Her laugh is so contagious. “Do it again!” She giggles. Harry happily obliges, pulling the goofy face once more, causing her angelic little laugh to engulf his ears.

After a little while of driving, they finally reached their destination, pulling into the grocery store parking lot. Alani watches her dad get out of the car, patiently waiting for him to make his way around to her side to get her out of the car. Soon enough, he does, taking her out of her cars seat and carrying her on his hip as the go into the store.

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“Daddy, Daddy! Can I have that?” Alani asks loudly, pointing to something. “Shhh, you have to use your inside voice, darling.” Harry reminds her gently. He looks over to where she was pointing and not to his surprise, he sees a doll on the shelf. He’s grown to hate telling her no, but they didn’t come for toys, and she has more than enough at home already. “No, my love. Not today.” Her face immediately dropped. “But… but please?” She whines, her lip quivering. Harry hates that she’s disappointed but he knows he can’t give in. “No, baby. You don’t have to cry. Just not today, okay?” he says gently.

That doesn’t help, considering her whimpers are quickly turning into loud wails, and he knows the meltdown is coming. “Lani, it’s okay. You have plenty of toys at home to play with.” he try’s to reason but it doesn’t stop the tears that are slowly rolling down her face, and the loud, attention drawing cries. People were starting to look, and Harry was starting to get frustrated, but she was only 2. He knew she was still learning how to deal with her emotions. But when your kid is having a complete meltdown, and screaming in the middle of a store over a doll, that’s definitely a bit annoying.

Harry leans down to be face to face with her in her, who’s seated in the cart. “Alani, I know you’re upset, but you’re not going to scream.” He says softly, but slightly sternly. She looks at her dad, still crying but visibly calming down. Harry waits for her whines to die down completely before asking her “Are we okay now? Can we keep shopping?” to which she responds to with a nod.

After picking up just a few more essentials, they’re in line, waiting to check out. Harry looks down at Alani, realizing she’s been pretty silent ever since she stopped crying. He sees her with the all too familiar scowl on her face, with a pout of her lips. “Why are you looking so evil, bub?” Harry asked, with a gentle shake of his head. She doesn’t respond, but she doesn’t need to because he already knows she’s mad at him for refusing to buy her a doll.

He just rolls his eyes and try’s not to laugh. She really is something else. But he knows that she’s genuinely mad at him and him not taking her seriously will set her off again.

Eventually, they make their way up to the front of the line to check out, and soon enough their heading back out to the car. Harry looks at her, as he’s loading all the groceries into the trunk of his car to see that she still has the same mean look on her face. “Y’gonna stay mad at daddy all day, huh?” He teases her solely for his own enjoyment, knowing she’s much to busy trying to have an attitude to laugh at anything he says. She nods silently, still refusing to speak to him. Harry can’t help but laugh at that, knowing that wasn’t true in the slightest. “Y’have to learn t’take ‘no’ for an answer, baby love.” He sighs.

When they’re in the car in the way home, Harry looks at her in the mirror, pulling some silly faces like he was doing earlier. She sees him, and while she was still trying to hold her angry face, he can see the smile tugging at her lips. He doesn’t stop until her scowl is completely replaced by a smile, her beautiful laugh ringing through his ears, making his heart flutter with joy.

“Ahhh, I thought you were mad!” Harry laughs, causing her to laugh along with him, knowing she failed her attempt at holding a grudge on him. “Are we gonna be friends again?” Harry asks jokingly. “Yeah, we’re friends again!” Alani states matter of factly, causing Harry to chuckle.

This child really was a little piece of work, but he loves her nonetheless.

“Good.”

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tsukishumai · 3 years

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pairing: miya osamu x gn!reader genre: fluff, strangers to lovers, slow burn word count: 3.2k summary: In which Osamu finds that the stranger lurking outside his store window has a connection to his restaurant that he could have never expected.

Osamu remembers every single face that has walked through the doors of Onigiri Miya since the day they’ve opened. He has yet to hire another worker, manning all stations of his business himself. The rush hours always provided him with a bit of a heavy work load, but Osamu has learned a lot about diligence and patience. Business had been good enough; traffic was steady throughout the day, and he had his fair share of regulars whose orders he had already memorized.

The stuffy, salt-and-pepper haired man in the pressed three-piece suit always ordered two umeboshi onigiri and a medium iced green tea. The kind old woman that ran the shop across the street would come in for his salted salmon, and if he had extra, Osamu would throw in an extra tuna mayo. She’d always smile and give him a pat on the shoulder, her eyes crinkling in a way that reminded Osamu of his grandmother.

It was when the shopkeeper had slowly walked out of his establishment and back to her own that Osamu noticed you standing a few feet away from his storefront. You had been wearing a face mask, but Osamu could see that you were staring at his sign. Your eyes squinted at the block letters that looked down at you, before they trailed down to land directly on Osamu. You seemed a little startled at the fact that his eyes were already staring at you, but you were standing outside his restaurant, weren’t you?

Before he could lift a hand to wave you in, you quickly turned and walked away.

Every few days, either during the dinner or lunch rush, Osamu would catch a glimpse of you outside of his restaurant. You’d stare at his sign for a few seconds; maybe glance at the menu board that stood a few feet away from his entrance, or look at the pictures of his full menu taped to the restaurant window. he would see the way you studied each item, yet you always walked the opposite direction.

It bothered Osamu. Why didn’t you want to come in? Did his menu look boring? Was his sign uninviting? Is his decoration too traditional? Should he have made it look a little more modern? He grumbled to himself about it each time you peeked in, and walked away. Why do you bother coming so often if you didn’t want to try his food? Osamu huffed.

It wasn’t until four weeks later, when Osamu had posted three brand new flavors on his menu board that you finally deemed his restaurant worthy enough to step in.

You had stopped by a little bit later than usual today, the dinner rush had come and gone, and the only ones left in the restaurant were you and Osamu. He stood patiently waiting behind his counter, desperately trying to look busy and as if he hasn’t been waiting for this moment for weeks.

He waited until you were close enough to his counter to say his greetings. You nodded at him in acknowledgment, taking a seat at the bar in front of him. He handed you a menu, and your eyes roved over the words as if they hadn’t done so dozens of times prior.

“Can I get ya anything to drink?” He asked, and you took off the baseball cap you had been wearing, setting it down on the counter beside you. Your finger hooks along the ear loop of your face mask and Osamu realizes he’s seeing your face for the first time. You place the piece of cloth in your pocket, and Osamu fights the heat across his cheeks.

“Just water,” you said, and Osamu was quick to set a fresh glass down in front of you.

“What’ll it be?” He asked after a few moments, adjusting the bill of his hat and settling his hand on his hip.

You hum a little, tapping your finger against your lips before you reply. “I’ll have the combo #2 with the gyoza.”

Osamu nodded, “What two flavors onigiri would you like?”

“For the first one, I’ll have your most popular flavor,” you say, before closing the menu and handing it back to him, “I’ll let you choose the second one.”

Osamu raised an eyebrow at your odd request, but nods anyway, putting the menu away and walking back to give his hands a quick wash.

He begins to gather his ingredients when he noticed you take out a notepad and a pen from your bag, placing it on the counter in front of your water.

“So,” he says, starting the process of making his number one seller (salted salmon), “What was it?”

“Excuse me?” You asked, pausing the drink that was half way to your lips. “What was what?”

“Well, ya stood outside for weeks, so I gotta know,” Osamu said, placing the delicate filling into the ball of rice he was kneading in his palm, “What made ya decide to finally come in?”

You tightened your lips, awkwardly setting the cup back down on the counter and placing a palm on your forehead.

“I was that obvious?”

“Were ya trying not to be?” He laughed, looking at you expectantly.

“It was the flavors on your board,” you finally replied, leaning back in your seat, “There was one that my grandfather used to make.”

Osamu smiled to himself, wrapping his first finished onigiri in the seaweed he had roasted earlier that day, placing it gently on a serving platter and moving over to make the next rice ball.

“That’s a coincidence,” Osamu said, “Your grandfather must have had great taste.”

“He used to own a restaurant,” you blurted out, and Osamu hummed.

“You’re kidding,” he said, “Whereabouts?”

You nibbled on your bottom lip, shifting your eyes side to side as if debating on whether you wanted to divulge him in your greatest secret. Eventually, you leaned forward, resting your elbow on the counter and placing your chin in your palm. “Actually, it was this one.”

Osamu’s fingers froze. “Ya don’t mean—?”

You nodded excitedly. Osamu lets out a scoff. “Now you’re just messin’ with me.”

“No, I swear!” A bright smile erupted across your cheeks as you jumped a little in your seat, “My grandparents used to own this restaurant.”

“I thought this was a boutique before I bought it?” Osamu questioned, putting his final touches on the second rice ball.

“It was,” you agreed, taking a sip from your water, “They owned this place until I was in high school, and sold it before they retired somewhere in the mountains. It’s been a few different stores since, but this is the first time it’s become a restaurant again. I was pretty surprised when I first saw it.”

Osamu felt an odd sensation of pride began to brew in his chest, shown in the way he sprinkled his sesame seeds a little extra forcefully.

“Well,” he said, placing the plate of two perfect onigiri right on the counter in front of you, “I hope I do this place some justice.”

You smiled, and Osamu found himself smiling with you. He pointed out the shake on the left, and the surprise flavor on the right. You nodded, intrigued, picking up the onigiri lying on the left side.

Osamu makes the gyoza while you take your first bite, nearly pumping his fist in victory when he sees you close your eyes in satisfaction, the tension he didn’t even know you carried slowly melting from your shoulders. He sees you quickly jot down comments on the notepad next to you, and Osamu tries to peek at what you wrote when he gives you the gyoza.

“Ya jottin’ down comments about my food?” He joked, and you jumped a little at his voice, “Got any suggestions, then?”

You smile sheepishly, “It’s just a little hobby of mine.”

He nods, grabbing a towel and wiping down the counter that he had just used. “Well, ya let me know if ya need anything else.”

“It’s just you working tonight?” You ask, grabbing your chopsticks and picking up a piece of gyoza.

“It’s just me every night,” he chuckled.

Your eyes widened as you chewed on your food, swallowing with a loud gulp.

“Doesn’t that get exhausting?” You ask, quickly jotting down your notes before diverting your attention back to him.

Osamu just shrugged. “I poured my everything into something I didn’t love half as much as cooking. This is just how I know how to do things.”

You tilted your head to the side, “What did you do before this?”

Osamu takes a deep breath as he lifts his hat up a little bit to ruffle his fingers through his hair. He flips the cap around and puts it on backwards, his vision no longer half covered by the bill of his hat and he can now look at you fully. He almost wants to laugh because no one has ever asked him that version of this question before. It was always, ‘What are you going to be doing after volleyball?’

He hated the fact that any answer other than ‘I’m going to play professionally’ was deemed a shame, or a waste. For Osamu, he didn’t want to waste another second not pursuing his passion.

So it was refreshing to tell you about volleyball as if it was just a footnote in his food journey; something that he had done prior to finally recognizing his actual potential.

You gawked at him in disbelief, “Volleyball? Were you even any good?”

Osamu actually recoiled in offense, “I’ll have ya know I was on a team that went to nationals three years in a row.”

You raised your eyebrows appreciatively, and Osamu straightened a little.

“So why food?” You question him again, and Osamu wonders if you’re always this inquisitive. He’s answered this question hundreds of times, swore up and down that he would shoot the next person that even dared to say ‘Why food?’ in front of him. Yet for some reason, he felt more than happy to divulge you.

“Because food is more than just something ya eat when you’re hungry. It’s coming back from a long trip, and it’s the warmth that spreads through your body when ya eat your mom’s cooking for the first time. That taste of victory that spreads across your tongue when ya go out for a meal with your pals after a game. The sensation of closing your eyes in satisfaction when ya take a bite out of a fresh onigiri after a long day,” you pause your scribbles at that moment, looking up to shoot him a playful glare. Osamu chuckled and continued, “It’s laughter shared around the table, and memories made over a plate that makes food more than just nourishment for our body, but also for our soul.”

Osamu feels his cheeks heat up as he finishes his speech, embarrassment beginning to sink in at the end of his long tangent. You looked at him with a soft look on your face as you finished the last bite of your first onigiri, and dusted your fingers from any stray grains of rice.

“Words to live by,” you commented, lifting your glass of water up in agreement before tilting it back for a drink.

He let out a breath of relief that lasted only a second when he saw you reach over to pick up the onigiri with toppings he picked out for you. He held his breath as you took a bite, not expecting to see your eyes widen so fast, snapping your head down to the innocent rice ball that now sported a bite mark.

“Shio kombu cheese?” you say hurriedly, holding the onigiri closer to your face.

Osamu steps forward, “Do ya like it?”

You take another bite, chewing slowly, savoring the flavors as they melded in your mouth, and your eyes nearly begin to water.

“I never thought someone other than my grandfather would be weird enough to come up with this,” you laughed, scarfing down the rice ball in less than two seconds. “Yet here it is.”

“It’s not weird,” he defended, “It’s refined.”

You laugh as you dive into a story from your childhood spent sitting in this exact restaurant. Osamu listens intently as you recount how many different failed recipes your grandfather had forced you to ty and review, helping him decide what to put on the menu, or which combinations would bring in the businessmen that always seemed to just walk passed the restaurant.

He tells you of the tantrum his brother threw when he told him he was quitting volleyball, but still, Atsumu was his first sale. You pester him about his secret ingredient, and give him an incredulous look when he says it’s the rice. (“My old volleyball captain is a rice farmer.” “… what an interesting volleyball team.”)

The furniture was different, and the lay out was unfamiliar, but the atmosphere around Osamu’s counter had brought you right back into your childhood, reminding you of all the reasons why you loved what you did in the first place.

Long after your plates had been emptied, and the hour hand on the clock had extended way passed closing time, you finally paid for your meal, stood up from your seat and prepared to take your leave.

“Thank you for the meal, and the conversation,” you lean forward to read his name tag, “Miya-san.”

“Osamu,” he corrects, and raises an eyebrow at you.

You tell him your name, and Osamu repeats it in his mind over and over again.

“Come back soon,” he calls out his usual greeting as you walked out the door, but it felt different when he said it to you.

“I will,” you smile, waving a hand before stepping into the night, leaving Osamu with a dizzy head and fluttering stomach.

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In the following weeks since his late night encounter with you, Onigiri Miya had ceased to be a simple stop along someone’s route to work, or an afterthought on the way home.

One could imagine Osamu’s surprise when he arrived an hour and half before he was due to open, and already a line began to form down the sidewalk. He thought, perhaps it was a fluke, or maybe there was some sort of business convention in town nearby – something to explain the sudden spike in popularity.

Yet day after day, the crowds of people came to him by the dozens, climbing over each other to get a taste of his cooking. He couldn’t stop to wonder how long this was going to last, barely having the time to stop and give himself a break.

He finally realizes it’s not merely coincidence when the lines get longer, yet the faces he sees stay the same. Osamu remembers every single face that walks through the doors of Onigiri Miya, and it’s the ones that he sees over and over that truly give his restaurant its meaning.

The last customer of the dinner rush left thirty minutes ago when Osamu’s phone rang.

“‘llo,” he greets, sandwiching the phone between his ear and shoulder as he sweeps the floor, thinking about how he needed to start looking for someone to hire.

“Hey, asshole,” the voice of his twin comes through loud and clear, “When were ya gonna tell me ya invited that food blogger to your restaurant? And how the hell did ya get them to like your garbage cooking?”

Osamu stops in confusion, grabbing the phone and holding it up himself. “Did ya finally get hit in the head a little too hard at practice? What the hell are ya talking about?”

Atsumu curses at Osamu, telling him to hold on a second as he sends him the link.

Osamu pulls the phone away from his ear for a second, quickly pressing on the blue url that popped up from Atsumu’s chat bubble.

It took a second for it to load, but when it did, Osamu’s jaw dropped

ONIGIRI MIYA IS AN ONIGIRI MUST HAVE by L/N Y/N

Beneath the obnoxious title was a photo of his sign, shining brightly against the wooden panels of his building, looking very much like a beacon for those searching for the perfect plate.

“Your shop is all over the internet and I had to find out about it on my news feed?! What the hell kinda brother are ya...”

Atsumu’s voice faded into the background as Osamu read the flattering words you had written about his restaurant. You complimented the decoration he had been insecure about, and he chuckled at the way you had described the fluffiness of his rice. He was captivated by your use of prose, painting the perfect picture of exactly everything he wanted his food to convey.

It wasn’t until he got to the last paragraph when he felt his breath hitch in his throat.

Though the years have passed, and the season have changed, the sentimentality of this particular shop had never lost its meaning for me. For the first time in years, I felt the soul of my grandfather, the curator of my inspiration and passion, all around the atmosphere of what is now Onigiri Miya. I have every faith that the new owner has already done him justice.

“Excuse me, are you still open?”

Osamu tore his eyes away from the screen, the very author of the only review that will ever matter to him stood a mere few feet away from his counter.

“Call you later, Tsumu,” he said hurriedly.

“Hey, wh—“

Osamu slips his phone back into his pocket, turning his attention back to you. You had a cheeky smile on your face as you waited patiently.

“Welcome to Onigiri Miya,” he says dryly, and you laugh at his tone.

“Should you be on your phone while you’re on the clock?” You joke as you settle in the same seat you occupied the last time you paid him a visit.

“I don’t know,” Osamu crosses his arms, “Should ya be writing articles about people without telling em?”

You winced a little at his words, holding your hands up in surrender. “You saw it then?”

Osamu nodded.

You looked to the side, rubbing the side of your arm. “Did you like what I wrote?”

Osamu smiled, uncrossing his arms and walking to the back to wash his hands. You watch him curiously as he walked back to you, and pointed to a spot on the wall directly to your right.

“That’s where I’m gonna put it,” he said, “when I print it out and frame it.”

You laughed at the seriousness of his face, and he smirked in satisfaction.

You ordered the combo #2 with a side of gyoza, letting Osamu pick the two flavors. You mentioned how you tried to visit a couple of times, but the line was always so far out the door. He realizes that he has you to thank for that, and you blush deeply when he sincerely tells you so.

“So,” you say as you munch on the honey garlic pork onigiri he prepared, “Aren’t you glad you did this instead of boring, old volleyball?”

Osamu nearly chokes at the insult. “Volleyball is not boring.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he says, clearing his throat, “Let me take you to a game some time. We can eat something other than rice balls.”

You look up from the half eaten onigiri at the chef who made it so carefully, looking so bashful and nervous you couldn’t help but smile.

“Yeah. I would love that.”

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forever-rogue · 3 years

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Hi love!! I know I'm sneaking it in under the wire, but congratulations again on your milestone! You deserve ALL the good things, honeybunch! For your prompt requests can I please get a fluffy something (maybe a lil unrequited-but-really-requited) friends to lovers with our hot daddy Marcus Moreno?? With the prompts:

“Stay. Please.” (prompt list 3) and 79. "I can't get you out of my head" (prompt list 1).

Feel free to get as creative or flexible as you want with this. Love you bb 💜🌿

I love you too bb! I am so in it for one (1) Marcus Moreno! Enjoy!

Marcus Moreno x Fem!Reader ; warnings: none

Pedro Character Masterlist

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Dating was hard. Dating was even harder when you’d been out of the game for years. Dating was hardest when you were a single, widowed father who doubled as a superhero.

Yeah, dating was hard for Marcus Moreno.

Even with all the support from you.

“Marcus,” you scoffed at him as you picked up around the kitchen, sighing at the small disaster that had occurred when he had tried to cook. He knew that tone of voice very well, and he took a step back and offered you a sheepish grin. You grabbed a dish towel and threw it at him as you gestured to the mess, “how? How does this even happen? All you did was make pasta and salad!”

“I don’t know!” he insisted meekly. It was true - the man was a walking, talking disaster when it came to anything related to cooking. But he tried, gods knew he tried so hard. He was trying to do good, to be better - his best - for Missy, and himself. And you. You just weren’t exactly privy to that fact just yet. He cleared his throat awkwardly before he got too caught up in his little daydream fantasies, “it just...happened. You don't have to clean it swee- it’s okay. It’s not your mess.”

“It’s alright Marcus,” you promised him as you threw all the trash in the can and set the dishes in the sink to rise, “besides you made dinner and dessert. It’s the least I can do.”

“I burned dessert…” he pouted slightly as you laughed, causing his heart to skip a beat at the magical sound. You watched as he came over and started to load the rinsed dishes into the washer, giving his hip a small bump with your own.

“You tried,” you shot him a quick wink, “that’s what counts. Besides, you had ice cream as a backup to save the day.”

“Luckily,” he agreed, pausing for a moment as he tried to choose his next words carefully, “umm...can I ask you for a huge favor?”

“Anything,” you promised softly as you finished stowing away the leftovers and wiping down the counter, “what’s up?”

“Can you watch Missy tomorrow night?” he asked quietly, almost as if he was embarrassed by his request. You quirked an eyebrow at him before leaning against the counter and offering him a curious expression, “I-I asked my mom but she’s got poker night with her friends. I can order pizza or whatever you want for dinner and-”

“Of course, Marcus,” you interrupted him before he could stammer further, pressing a finger against his lips. If you hadn’t been so caught up in your own feelings, you’d have noticed the ting of pink creeping into his cheeks as he tried not to focus too much on the feel of your touch, “you know she’s my favorite person on the planet, right along with her dad. Just let me know the time and I’ll be here - but I want Thai, including dessert!”

“Whatever you want,” he grinned softly, “you’re such a lifesaver, and I just...I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“I know,” you teased, “what’s the occasion? Another date with Katie?”

“No,” he admitted, as you offered up a look of surprise. You’d met her for all of about five minutes the first time he went out with her as you’d arrived to hang out with Missy. She was nice - pretty, funny, warm and despite the bit of a jealous twinge in your stomach, you could see why Marcus would fall for her. You were surprised to hear that things didn’t work, “she umm...it was fine. It just...I can’t see myself with her, you know?”

“You just gotta test the waters and see how it goes,” you swallowed the lump that had welled up, “you never know until you know. Who’s the lucky lady? If it’s a date - I shouldn’t just assume. Perhaps you’re busy saving the world?”

“I think those days are past me,” he admitted, “we leave that to the kids - with guidance of course. I..yeah it’s a date. Her name’s Stacy.”

“Oh, another first date?” you tried to keep your tone light and teased as he focused on the floor and nodded, “how very lucky she is. Hopefully she knows that and hopefully you’ll have fun! That’s what? The third first date this month? Things are looking up Mr. Moreno!”

“It’s nothing,” he swore as he shook his head, “obviously they’re first dates and they stay first dates. It is what it is.”

“Hey,” you reached over and gave his arm a squeeze, “you’re amazing Marcus, and you deserve the best. One day you’re going to meet another woman that will knock you off your feet. You just have to be patient. What is it that they say? Love is patient, love is kind? Or something like that!”

“Yeah,” he agreed as his heart dropped slightly. If he was a brave man, a bold man, he’d have dropped to his knees and confessed his love for you then and there. He’d have told you that it was you, always you, that you were the only one he wanted. But...he didn’t. Instead he swallowed his pride and his nerves and offered you a nod, “I guess we shall see.”

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But just as Katie had came and went, so did Stacy. And then Maria. And then Stefani. And then…

"Hey," you greeted Marcus as he came in the door, a dejected look on his face. You were sitting on the couch, doing some work on your laptop as you ate some ice cream. It wasn't terribly late, but Missy had already gone to bed, leaving you to your own devices. You'd gone and picked up around the house before settling on the couch, knowing Marcus had had an incredibly busy week.

"Hey," he let out a long sigh, immediately putting his feet on the coffee table. He looked at your laptop before holding his hand in front of the screen, "its late. No more working!"

"I'm multitasking," you insisted with a grin as you held up your ice cream and pointed at the television that was playing reruns of the Office. He tutted anyway and eventually you gave in, closing out your programs before closing your laptop, "fineeeee! So, how was it? Tell me everything!"

"Not much to tell," he shrugged softly as he took off his glasses and tossed them onto the table before pinching the bridge of his nose. You offered him a small smile before holding out the remainder of your ice cream to him. He looked at it as a smile tugged on the corners of his mouth and he took the bowl from your hand, "I don't think there's going to be a second date with her either."

"What? I thought Carla seemed lovely!" you were surprised by what appeared to be another failed date. You had liked her from all the things Marcus had told you about her, and you were positive that she would be the one, "what happened, Marcus?"

"I don't know," he shrugged lightly before taking a big bite of ice cream, "I don't think it was her. I-I think it was me."

"You didn’t like her?"

"I did," he swallowed thickly, feeling his heart rate pick up wildly, and he was positive you could hear it. Why, why, why couldn't he just tell you? Why couldn't he suck it up and open his heart up and confess his feelings? It would have been so easy, "its just...I umm…"

"You don't have to explain it to me," you insisted, reaching over and giving his arm a reassuring squeeze, "if you don't click, you don't click. Patience, my love, patience. There's no rush to get anywhere.

"Listen," he set the bowl down and turned towards, a serious look on his face, "I have to -"

Before he could say anything else your phone started buzzing on the table. You sighed lightly as you saw your boss' name light up the screen. You grimaced before grabbing it and offering him an apologetic look, "I should go and take this. I've got a big presentation tomorrow…"

"Oh yeah," he gave you a meek smile as you grabbed your laptop and bag before leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his head and promising him you’d text later, "see you…"

You were quietly answering the phone as you rushed out of the house, leaving Marcus sitting there by myself. He let out a long sigh as he leaned back and tried to calm himself. Of course, of course, of course, the one time he'd gathered up some courage, something interrupted him.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Soon he'd finally tell you. He wanted to, desperately so. Every date he went on that wasn't with you just made him realize that he wanted nothing more than you. He wished it had been you on all those dates.

That made him realize he needed to do this. Marcus Moreno was going to make his move - finally.

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And then he didn't.

He just...never seemed to get the timing the right. Every time he finally plucked up the courage to finally say something, he was interrupted. It was like the entirety of the universe was against him.

Eventually, he reluctantly gave in and decided to go on a second date with Carla. It was a combination of things, namely her asking him, but he gave in and said yes. It had killed him a little bit as he'd responded to her text; he'd been out with you and Missy doing some grocery shopping, watching as the two of you tried to pick a cereal (it was time for something other than Great White Bites, Missy had insisted). You'd caught his eye and smiled, but he still sent the text.

Anything to get his mind off of you.

But as soon as her excited response came through, Marcus felt like the worst person. Still - maybe he could make this work...maybe Carla wouldn't be so bad for him.

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It wasn't too late when Marcus came home after his date. He'd thought about texting you to see if you wanted him to bring ice cream, but had decided against it. His mind was made up and set on one thing.

You.

His second date with Carla had taught him that despite how kind, funny, and pretty she was, she would never be the one for him. The one for him had been right in front of his face the whole time and he finally knew what he needed to do.

Even if you rejected him, he had to tell, to get it out in the open once and for all.

When he got home, the house was quiet, with only the soft sound of television signaling that someone was up. You'd left one of the lights in the living room on, creating a soft glow in the quiet space.

Then he spotted you and was left breathless. There you were, curled up on the end of the couch, a warm, thick blanket draped around as you slept. What a pure, innocent sight, and yet - he still felt like his heart was on fire.

Almost as if you sensed some sort of disturbance, you slowly opened your eyes and blinked away the bleariness to find Marcus watching you intently.

"Hi," you smiled lightly as at him, "didn't mean to fall asleep. Long day...Missy's off in bed already."

"Okay," he whispered gently before coming closer to you, "listen, I have to tell you something. And I'm afraid if I don't say it now then I'll never have the courage to do it again."

"Of course," you slowly sat up and gave him the megawatt smile he loved, "but first, tell me how your date was! I bet she was so excited to see you again as she should of course because-"

"I'm in love with you," he cut you off before you could ramble on, surprising the two of you. A warm, wicked flush of red colored his features as he clamped his hand over his mouth and breathed deeply, "I...I didn't mean to quite say it like that. I just...I can't get you out of my head. I realized that every date I had didn't work out for a reason - because they weren't you. I wanted it to be you, and well...I wanted to ask and just never got the nerve."

"Oh," you tried to suppress the smile on your face, but it was futile effort as you watched him closely, "you know you're my best friend, and I supported you going on those dates because you deserve the world, only the best, but to be honest, I'm glad they didn't work out…"

"W-why?" he stammered nervously as his whole body vibrated with energy, humming like wildfire as he anticipated your next response.

"I think you know why…"

"Will you say it...please? I want to hear it...to know I'm not crazy. I can't be the only one feeling this…" the look in his gentle brown eyes was nervous, more so than you had never seen. You threw off the blanket and slowly stood up, taking a few steps closer to him so there was almost no distance between your bodies.

"I'm in love with you too," you promised softly, as a grin broke out on his face, "I have been for a very long time and I was never sure if you felt the same and didn't want to ruin anything…"

Before saying anything else, Marcus reached up and delicately placed his hands on the sides of your face as he studied you. It was long before he moved closer, and then even closer before you finally closed the gap and kissed him softly.

It wasn't some big grandiose thing, rather it was soft and gentle - a longing kiss between two people who had been waiting on this moment for a long time. And it was everything. Marcus kissed you until you were breathless, leaning into his touch and chasing after him. It was just...utterly perfect.

When you broke apart for a breath of air, he pressed his forehead against yours, giving your lips another saccharine little kiss. It felt natural for him to hold you like this, his large hands on your waist as your arms wrapped around his neck.

“I should have done this a long time ago,” he whispered softly, to where you could barely hear it and in some ways, you wondered if it was even intended for your ears, “I’m sorry I waited so long.”

“It was worth the wait,” you promised him gently, “you’re worth the wait.”

“Will you stay?” he asked softly as you gave him a confused look, “stay. Please…”

“Tonight?”

“Forever,” he closed his eyes as he kissed you again, holding you gently in his vice like grip, “I love you.”

“Of course,” you nuzzled your nose against his, before touching over his face gently and giving him a gentle smile, “of course. There’s nothing I’d rather be than your forever.”

“My forever,” he repeated, “you are everything.”

“Can I ask you for something Marcus?”

“Anything.”

“Please kiss me again.”

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playing with fire.

a/n: sooo this is my take on the racer!AU. i’ve spent some time watching movies about car racing to get a grasp on the whole scene so i hope i executed this well enough. i also used some terms that are related to cars and wtv, so you can google if you're curious.

word count: 3.8k

genre: smut, nsfw, mature, quirkless AU

warnings: illegal street racing

pairing: racer!keigo x f!reader

summary: keigo is notorious for being the king of speed and drifting in car races and you’ve caught his attention since the first night you joined as a line girl. although keigo has his eyes on you for a while now, he realizes that he might’ve missed a few things about you. and well, surprises aren’t exactly bad.. right?

keigo loves speed. he loves the adrenaline pumping in his veins.

and what better way can he express his love for it?

cars. races.

keigo is a force to be reckoned with. he grew to be infamous for his incredible skills and talent in the scene and because of that, he also became the main target for the cops.

however, he’s not aiming for anything in particular. yet he doesn’t mind the prizes that come with it either; recognition, money, women.

and boy, how he can easily get anyone wrapped around his finger.

but one thing he’s irritated about is how you’ve never paid him any attention. he got some killer looks, has won so many races, fucking loaded with money and he’s pretty confident about his size too (you can ask the other girls if you need reference, by the way).

what more does he need to entertain you?

keigo gets excited when you’re filling the role of the line girl for his races on certain nights. he knows that it’s the best opportunity to show you what he’s made of and he wants you to know that you shouldn’t be taking him so lightly.

the starting line is crowded with car enthusiasts, boys and girls alike– gathered for their love towards expensive sport cars, the sound of roaring engines, the thrill of watching and betting between two racers. the roads on the city outskirts has been put into lockdown by the responsible crews to avoid disruptions from other vehicles or bystanders.

keigo pulls up to the arena with his red nissan a few minutes early, not wanting to be late especially because he's the main star for tonight. his avid followers would already be there before him and instantly swarm around his loud car to cheer him on, wish him luck and maybe give him some kisses on his cheeks too.

as he’s chatting with the people around him, his golden eyes wander around from time to time to catch a glimpse of you in the arena. his eyes narrow when he finally sees you standing and talking by the window of his rival’s car.

he wishes he could hear what you’re talking about that makes you all smiles and giggles while all he has ever gotten is the cold shoulder. keigo leans on his car, arms folded across his chest as he watches you from afar. he can’t stop himself from rolling his eyes when he notices you kissing the guy’s cheek before you walk away and strut in his direction to get across the other end.

a playful smirk tugs on the corners of his lips by reflex as he watches you come nearer, the noises of the engines and chatters around him are quick to become white noises. yet, you only spare him a glance.

“hey,” you stop in your tracks and turn once you realize that he’s trying to talk to you and his lips curl into a lopsided smile as he smizes you with his golden eyes. “i’m keigo.”

you look at his extended hand peculiarly before shaking it firmly. “yeah, don’t humble yourself. all people here know you.”

“oh?” he raises a brow in amusement. “i’m just saying because you’re kinda new here.”

you smile, “already keeping tabs on me, keigo?”

“how could i not?” he chuckles. “always gotta keep you in my sight.”

“right,” you scoff. “what if i say that i’m taken and he’s my boyfriend?” you tilt your head to the side to point at the guy you spoke to earlier.

keigo inhales through gritted teeth, feigning a pained and offended expression on his face. “then you have a bad taste in men.”

“ha-ha,” you roll your eyes, pretending not to be amused by him yet he can see the small smile on your lips. “race is starting soon, you should get in your car.”

“don’t you wanna kiss me good luck?” keigo stares at your ass as you turn to walk away but he quickly shifts his gaze to your face once you turn to look at him.

“i don’t think you’re the type that believes in luck.” you flash a sarcastic smile before striding off towards the front center of the track.

two race cars come forward before the red line that was freshly sprayed just a few minutes prior. keigo watches you as he revs his engine, sending a flirtatious wink when your eyes meet.

ignoring him, you raise both arms in the air, glancing between the two males who now have intense glares on the road ahead as they grip their steering wheels and gears firmly.

“ready! set!” you shout through the revving engines and the cheers from the mob. “go!”

the moment you draw your hands down, both vehicles instantly speed off and emit white smoke from the friction of tires on the asphalt. when you spin around, you can vividly see that keigo is the one eating dust.

keigo is calm and focused. like a hawk soaring in the blue sky, he keeps his prey within his vicinity before he waits for the right moment to pounce. he loves to chase– purposely letting his opponent get swept by their own overconfidence before he severely crushes down their will by swiftly changing the lead. some wouldn’t take the risk, but keigo absolutely loves the devastated look on their faces when he veers beside them by surprise.

any regular racers would be familiar with the track by now. he presses the clutch as he changes necessary gears while the mph meter increases gradually as his right foot presses down the accelerator continuously. keigo skillfully speeds through tunnels and every sharp corner until his bumper eventually lightly hits the race car in front of him, making the two of them neck-to-neck.

however, the car in front of him keeps on shifting side by side in an attempt to stop him from getting the chance to overtake. despite the adrenaline pumping in his veins, keigo is patient. he’s aware of the corner ahead where people usually make the same mistake and that’s where he finds the opening to strike.

approaching the said corner, keigo has expected that the other car would make a wide angled drift thus with his own dexterity, he maintains perfect control as he drifts through the entire corner.

“hah, bastard.” he snickers, glancing at his side mirror to see the other car struggles to catch up from the poor oversteering.

keigo steps on the gas harder before he activates the nitrous oxide and boosts his ride until the finish line; easily completing the whole lap with the other car just a decent gap behind.

his ears are ringing with cheers as steps out from the car as people instantly flock around him to express their praises for his victory. keigo notices you weaving your way through the crowd to reach him and a triumphant smirk curls on his lips.

“i’m not surprised.” you say, voice lacing in sheer amusement.

“yeah, but you’re the big prize for me tonight.” he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer, ignoring the people around him.

“i wasn’t a part of the bet.” you chide.

keigo smiles at you endearingly before he gaze trails far in the distance. “we gotta run.”

as if on cue, the most hated and startling siren echoes through the street. everyone quickly scatters to their cars and drives off while you get inside keigo’s car with him. he wastes no time and speeds off before one patrol car chases after him.

“hold on, baby.” he swerves through corners, changing gears as he presses the gas harder to try and get the police off his tail. “one more corner will shake him off.”

keigo expects you to be frantic but he is caught off guard when he realizes that you’ve opened the window and stuck your upper body out of the car window.

“what are you–”

you lift up your shirt and flash your tits at the cops behind you, “fuck you!”

a look of shock is apparent on his face but then he laughs to himself, thinking that he’s seeing you as you actually are, even for a brief second, and not the cold façade you’ve always shown him.

you get back in and sink in your seat just before keigo makes it to the last corner, giving him a chance to widen the gap between him and the car behind him before he quickly brakes at a dark, quiet alley.

“think we lost them.” he peeks through the rear view mirror to see the patrol car passing and missing the alley you both are hiding. “let's wait for a few minutes before i take you home.”

the both of you stay in the car for a few moments, making sure that there are no more cops patrolling the roads before he starts to drive off to your house. keigo doesn’t know why but he suddenly finds himself to be rather nervous now that you’re alone with him. he chooses not to make you uncomfortable so he geeks about his car instead and talks about which car he’d like to own next and gives his own elaboration why he adores it in the form of horsepower, engine and all the shit that you’re probably not too familiar with.

now he feels like an idiot.

keigo hits the brake once you tell him to stop in front of your apartment and he’s a bit upset that the journey ended quicker than he thought.

“thanks for the ride, keigo.” you say before opening the door and step out.

“sure thing. sorry if i talked too much.” he scratches the back of his neck in embarrassment.

but he feels relieved and his confidence flows within him when he hears you laugh. “it’s fine. you did rather.. well.”

“you’re not too bad yourself,” he grins, knowing that you’re not talking about the race he won. “flashing your tits like that. you’re full of surprises.”

you close the door and lean down to the open window, “and i assume you’d like to know what i have up my sleeves?”

“i’m taking you out after my next win.” he snickers, honey orbs glinting with overflown confidence and mischief.

“only if i get to drive.” you smile cheekily, leaving him stunned before a cocky smirk etches on his lips.

“bet.”

it has been two weeks since keigo last saw you and tonight is another night that you’re filling in as the flagger. he’s uncharacteristically super pumped for his race tonight, coming with extra determination to absolutely annihilate the race since he can’t wait for the biggest prize that awaits him.

he watches as you stand in the middle of the starting line, not missing the wink you give him before you glance at the other male to see if both contenders are ready. both cars rev their engines as they wait for your signal. this time, keigo immediately accelerates with incredible speed and smokes the other, not offering the slightest chance for his opponent to take the lead.

the battle takes place in the parking lot tonight– from the basement until the rooftop. keigo is notorious for his drifting skills so he’s able to ascend to each floor without breaking a sweat, oversteering through every spiral ramp that eventually leads to the rooftop.

sounds of screeching tires can be heard from the wire. the winner is already expected by the crowd, yet they all stay and wait at the finish line to welcome the first car to arrive. sooner than later, keigo’s car is the first one to appear and the mob instantly runs over to him while the other arrives seconds later with some ugly dents and scratches on their car.

“you really didn’t hold back, huh?” you chaff, resting your arms on top of his shoulders before he pulls you into an embrace.

“i just couldn’t wait to take my prize back home.” he whispers in your ear, just audible for the two of you but before he can take the chance to kiss you, you pull away.

“come on, playboy. let’s take a drive.” you quickly jump into the driver’s seat and rev his engine. as he’s about to open the other door, you intentionally step on the gas to make the car move forward.

“you can do it.” you laugh, moving the car forward again when he tries to open the door.

“not funny, kid.” keigo looks at you in annoyance before quickly opening the door and sitting beside you.

“i’m just teasing you.”

keigo rolls his eyes and sighs, “okay, go slowly when we’re going down the ramps.”

he guides you the whole way down, reminding you to be careful of the corners and to keep watch on both side mirrors as you drive down until you’ve successfully reached the exit of the building and onto the main road.

“that’s good. i guess you know how the clutches work now. so when you want to drive faster, you should– holy shit!”

you immediately accelerate and skillfully shift gears as you drive through town. keigo on the other hand, quickly wears his seatbelt and holds onto his seat in fear for the whole ride. it must be the terrified look on his face because he can hear you laugh like a maniac as you drive even faster.

“fuck! slow it down, kid!” he yells, staring widely at the road in front him to make sure you’re not crashing his car to any poles or other vehicles.

keigo swears that his soul has already flown out of his body but luckily you both have made it in front of your apartment unscathed. he has no idea how, but he’s fucking glad the car has stopped.

“that was fun!” you chirp and turn off the engine.

“n-never again.” he stammers and quickly finds solace by stepping on the ground, thanking the lords that he still has the chance to see another day.

“get a grip, keigo. you’re lucky i didn’t use nos.”

you get out of the car and hand him his keys before leading him inside your complex.

“i wanted to drive to your place but you were busy screaming when i asked you where you live.” you purposely pick on him, remembering how he couldn’t utter cohesive words except for ‘watch out!’, ‘holy shit!’ and some other things of those sorts.

“shut up.” he pinches your arm.

“but my place is okay too, right?” you smile sweetly as you open your door and pull him inside. you both quickly take off your shoes and keigo’s arms easily wrap around your waist to pull you close.

“if here’s where you want to show me the tricks you have up your sleeves, why not?”

“but you didn’t seem too entertained with my surprise earlier.” you pout innocently, leading him towards your bedroom.

“i appreciate it.”

keigo crashes his lips onto yours and pushes both bodies back down on your bed. he quickly takes off his leather jacket along with his shirt and throws it to the floor before his hands roam around your body while your hands run through his fluffy blonde hair.

you moan into the kiss when you feel his erection grinding against your pussy and he breaks away to pepper kisses down your neck. keigo takes off your shirt and unclasps your bra before he latches his mouth on one of your hardened nipples and tweaks the other between his fingers.

“you’re so impatient,” he mumbles, pressing down your clit through the damped panties. “you’re so wet and i barely touched you.”

“stop it, keigo.” you whine breathlessly, rubbing the bud against his finger shamelessly to relief the dull ache.

“hm? i’m just teasing you.” he mocks. “can’t take it?”

“you’re an ass.” you bite back playfully, making the male chuckle with mirth.

keigo takes off your skirt and pulls down your panties, smearing his thumb with your slick through your puffy folds and revels over how warm and drenched you are.

“fuck.” he hisses as he watches you squirm from his touch. “what do you want me to do to you, babe?”

you nibble your lips anticipatingly, “hmm, show me how fast you are in bed.”

his eyes twinkle with pleasure and his lips twist into a sardonic smile, “oh? that sounds more like a challenge to me.”

keigo bends your knees up, holding your ankles as he dives down to lick a fat strip of your essence. you shudder from the feeling of his wet muscle lapping the slick up and down while he gazes at your blissful expression through half-lidded eyes. he intentionally circles your throbbing clit with the tip of his tongue and gives a harsh suck that causes your legs to tremble.

“mmph– keigo!” you whimper, trying to close your legs together but he only pushes your legs up even more until your ass is lifted from the bed.

he drags his tongue down slowly then prods it inside your dripping hole. he wiggles his tongue all around your walls, shoving it as deep as he can until most of his face is buried against your cunny. your cheeks heat up in embarrassment when you make eye contact with the male– his gaze is predatory and intense, his expression inexplicit as he continues to fuck you with his tongue.

the warm muscle brushing rapidly against your walls feels so lewd yet arousing. keigo can see that your tummy begins to twitch as your breath comes shorter while your legs shakes uncontrollably. keigo pulls away, licking his lips t0 clean off your juices yet you can still see some leftovers glimmering on the tip of his nose and his chin.

“shit,” he slides in a finger inside your quivering hole and groans over the feeling of your walls clenching around it. “you’re ready to take a cock, aren’t you?”

“mmhmm, please.” you whimper, grinding your hips to match his pace after he fits in another finger.

“i like you begging like this. not very cocky now, huh?” he curls his digits inside you, dragging it against the spongy part that bounds to tip you off the edge soon.

“oh, fuck–” you gasp as the muscles in your lower stomach continues to tighten vigorously. “keigo– wanna cum–”

“then cum.” he snickers, pushing his fingers back and forth at a ruthless pace while his thumb ghosts over your neglected clit. “come on. you can do it.”

keigo mocks again, not minding how he comes off quite petty since he’s the one who has the upper hand now. so he uses that opportunity to make you beg and given the fact that you’ve grown more desperate, you let it slide.

“p-please–” your hips are shaking, begging for one final push before you can completely reach your orgasm.

“you need me to touch this clit, don’t you?” he coos, grazing his thumb teasingly.

“pleaseplease. need you, keigo. make me cum–”

keigo generously rubs tight circles on your clit, causing your body to spasm violently as you’re pushed over the edge and cream all over his fingers. keigo crawls on top of you, drowning your moans with a fervour kiss and the saltiness that has enveloped his tongue embeds with your taste buds.

“but that wasn’t enough to show you how fast i can be, right?” he chuckles, freeing his throbbing cock from its confinement, tip already flushed with a bead of precum before he shifts back down and lines with your quivering hole.

you gasp when you feel his cock stretches your sopping cunny, each bulging vein brushes against your walls as he fills you to the brim.

“shit. i– ‘m so full.” you sob, clenching your sheets firmly before he takes out his cock halfway and pushes back inside you steadily.

“f-fucking tight. your pussy’s sucking me so well.” he props on his hands so he can look into your eyes while he pounds inside your pussy. reflexively, your legs are wrapped around his waist and allows keigo to ram deeper and concurrently kissing your cervix with his tip.

“hah– feels good–” you moan. “choke me.”

your request took him by surprise and it’s clear from the way his cock suddenly twitches inside you. nonetheless, he complies; circling his palm around your throat and pressing carefully.

“mmph– yesyesyes!” your eyes roll back as your mind slowly becomes cloudy from the lack of oxygen while the male growls above you, sheathing his thick cock in and out as your walls clench around him.

“goddamn, you’re clamping down on me.” he says through gritted teeth, applying more pressure around your neck as he thrusts harder.

the air in the room is filled with the sounds of his balls smacking your skin and lewd squelching noises. the pressure inside your tummy builds up drastically and your toes are curling as you chase for another orgasm while you submissively let keigo milk his cock with your sloppy cunt.

“come on, baby. cum on this fat cock.”

you’re unsure whether your mind is playing tricks on you or whether keigo’s pace has become more relentless and incredibly fast but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when it feels so good, the pressure inside your stomach is threatening to snap.

“keigo–!” with a loud cry of his name, you finally come undone– pussy fluttering around his cock and he finally lets go of his hold from your neck to let you breathe.

“fuck yeah. good girl.” keigo nibbles on your neck, marking you with purple bruises as he rides through your high. his sporadic thrusts soon starts to falter and you know he’s just close when you feel his cock twitching inside.

“fuck– baby– i’m gonna cum.” he says through grunts, brows furrowing as he desperately reaches for his climax. his hips stop moving abruptly, groaning in your ear as he fills you up with his load.

the two of you stay in trance for a moment, regaining your composure before keigo pulls out his spent cock and lies next to you. while keigo is still in a daze, you get up and reach for the drawer beside you and get on top of him. keigo snaps back to reality when he hears the clank of a metal sound above his head. by tugging his wrists, he can figure that it’s a metal handcuff. once again, keigo is astonished. it’s confounding and thrilling; how many more surprises do you have in store for him? all underneath that cold guise, he has never expected you to be such a fun person to be with.

“round two? so soon.” he smirks conceitedly, golden eyes shining brightly with eagerness. “i must’ve been that good, huh?”

but you only chuckle and shake your head before looking at him dead in the eyes. he’s slightly perplexed, but his blood run cold once you show him a shiny badge in your hand.

upon his obvious dismay, you return his smirk. “keigo takami, you’re under arrest for participating in illegal street racing.”

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