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demonvibez · 21 days

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Clueless

A/N: These requests were just too good, and I had quite a bit of fun with it. Karen Smith is such an icon, I had to take this idea and run with it, lol. Mostly fun, a few serious parts. Hope you guys like it - may expand on this later (perhaps with an nsfw version). Anyways, enjoy! ♡ Characters: Demon Brothers x GN Reader Word Count: 3.7k+ Rating: Teen [Suggestive Themes] Tags: gn reader, dumb reader, implied violence, suggestive themes/implied sex

☆ LUCIFER:

-> He believed it all to be an act at first - surely he and Lord Diavolo had the sense to acquire a human for the exchange program that would actually be up to the task to complete it. Surely you were just pulling a prank on him, much like his younger brothers would. You aren't actually this dense...right?

-> Feels even more responsible for you than normal, so he feels the need to keep a tight leash on you. You bring a lot of chaos to the Devildom, and he can't have you ruining any reputations (yours, his or Lord Diavolo's), so he practically becomes your shadow in order to minimize any mayhem you may cause - especially since you're so prone to injury.

-> Has a hard time punishing you - your obliviousness causes you to have a hard time taking any of it seriously. He'll never forget the first time you started giggling during one of his lectures, after he caught you and two of his brothers destroying the kitchen. After many headaches, he's had to come up with whole new ways to deal with you - most of which are torture via boredom.

♡ He's not sure when, but somehow, he began to find you rather endearing - and next thing he knew, he had actually fallen for you. No one is more shocked than he is - maybe it's the innocence in your eyes when you look up at him, or the way your smile brings a blush to his cheeks. But now he can't help but to feel affection for all of those dumb little things you do. You have turned the Lucifer Morningstar into a full-blown morosexual for you, and there's no turning back for him now - he is beyond smitten with you, although he does often question himself. "How can a human such as you stir such emotions within me?" So innocent, so earnest, so loyal. Many aspects of Lucifer's life is difficult, but loving you is so easy.

♡ As the Avatar of Pride, he has no issues being very blunt with his feelings for you. The night before, he stays up late in his study, writing several drafts of the confession he plans to recite to you over dinner at Ristorante Six. He knows you, after all, and wants to make himself very clear.

♡ He loves that you depend on him, he practically lives for it. You constantly need his help and protection, and his already ineffable Pride gets inflated every time you turn to him with those innocent eyes and pouty face of yours. It gets to a point where he is used to always being with you - you fall into a synchronicity, a routine. It gets to the point where Lucifer even asks you to move into his room; he would love to share the space with you, and it would just be much simpler for you both - he knows what's best for you, after all.

-> If anyone ever questions his relationship with you, he shuts it down instantly with a singular murderous glare. Pride is unshakable, but Lucifer is still prone to annoyance. He'll string them up in the middle of the RAD courtyard without even breaking a sweat. Nothing like a little public shaming to show the naysayers who the true imbeciles are.

☆ MAMMON:

-> Idiocy loves company, and he's beyond glad to have you in his company! Two peas in a pod, no wonder Lucifer stuck the two of you together!

-> He loves how easy it is to rope you along into pulling schemes with him - he's never had a better partner in crime! And when the two of you inevitably get caught by Lucifer, your cluelessness tends to come in handy.

-> He also loves how your grades are equally bad! It means he won't have to suffer the wrath of Satan's study sessions alone anymore.

-> Pretty much becomes your shadow when he notices how clumsy you are - any human would be in danger in the Devildom, but your stupidity leads you into more peril than normal. After a couple of minor injuries (and a scrape with a lower demon), Mammon decides it's best if he doesn't let you out of his sight. Lucifer put him in charge of you after all, he's just doin' what he's told!

♡ But in all honesty, it's another way you two connect. He loves all the crazy times you two have together, the impulsive adventures you get yourselves into. He feels like you both understand each other better than anyone! The only problem is, between his tsundere act and your extreme obliviousness, your relationship is stuck in limbo. All of his brothers' teasing goes right over your head, and a flustered Mammon usually denies it while trying to hide what a blushing mess he really is. Until, one day, he can't take it anymore - "I'm in love with ya, ya big dummy," he blurts out as the two of you ride in his Demonio 666.

♡ And ever since that random Tuesday afternoon, you and Mammon have been inseparable. You two are truly like twin flames - consequences don't even matter as long as you're by his side. He'd take a million lectures, be strung up a million times, hell he'd even cut up his credit cards into a million pieces if it means he gets to keep you forever. That dumb smile of yours is worth more than all the Grimm in the Devildom, and he'd do anything for you to flash it at him, even if just for a moment. He wasn't sure he believed in soul mates before, but now that he has you, he's damn sure you're his.

-> No one really gives Mammon grief about his relationship with you, seeing as you're a perfect match made in Hell (affectionate). But you can imagine if they did, they'd suddenly find themselves in more debt than the Avatar himself. And if that doesn't work, he'll fight for ya! Mammon is no stranger to winning a scrap ;)

☆ LEVIATHAN:

-> He makes a lot of assumptions about you at first - you're just another basic normie, aren't you?!

-> Sometimes believes you are mocking him with your questions - especially when it comes to his special interests. How can you possibly be so clueless?! He's explained this game to you literally ten times?!?! You must be inting or something!! You have to be doing this on purpose!!!

-> Also believes your forgetfulness is on purpose, thinking you secretly hate him - or at the very least, don't really care for him. He figures when you agree to hang out with him that you're either just being nice, or are too dumb to figure out how to get out of it, so you must just go along with it. So when you forget him, he thinks you're purposely ghosting him for someone better.

-> He eventually confronts you about all of this, only for him to be met with a confused look on your face. The two of you awkwardly chat it out, and afterward he starts to think that he may be the bigger idiot for making so many assumptions.

-> But once he understands you, you start to grow on him - you remind him of that one MC from 'Oops! That Normie Who Dropped in from Another Realm is Now My Bestie and I May Be Developing a Crush!' and how they may say and do stupid things, but it's actually kind of endearingly cute! And they're so soo loyal! Wait, you actually kinda look like them, too. Prepare yourself - new cosplay incoming, courtesy of Leviathan. He does second guess himself over it a bit - Is it weird if he makes the matching cosplay to go along with yours? It's totally weird, isn't it?! No it isn't, because you're too dumb to think too deeply into it! But he will overthink it all the same.

♡ Not the best at openly talking about his emotions, and he doesn't want to ruin your current relationship with him, so it may be more difficult for him to get across his feelings to you. He keeps dropping subtle little hints in the hopes that you'll eventually pick up on it. And if you never do, one day he just blurts it out (after numerous pep talks from his brothers). He tries writing a confession in the notes app of his DDD to read off for you, but he gets so nervous he drops his phone and ends up just shouting, "I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU!!!" - after which is followed with a flurry of apologies from the otaku demon.

♡ And after that, you find yourself practically living in his room - and he finds himself purposely losing at games so that you can get a few wins, all to see that excited look on your face that he adores so much. He truly has found his player two! ^.^

-> It would be unusual to find the hikikomori demon in a social situation where someone is questioning your relationship to his face - he does spend a lot of time defending you online, however, and has been successful in getting a few of your haters' accounts nuked. RIP.

☆ SATAN:

-> Honestly annoyed by you at first. You just ask so damn many questions, and it seems like you don't even retain the answers.

-> Then one day he overhears Lucifer lecturing you about your failing grades - Challenge accepted. You are now his new project. How hard could it possibly be? It would be quite the accomplishment for him, and he's sure it will annoy Lucifer in the mean time! Seeing him put so much effort into the stupid human is sure to throw Lucifer off of his game! The Old Man will think he is plotting something nefarious, but-

-> Ahem. Anyways, expect your bookshelves to rapidly fill up with gifts from him - with everything from textbooks, to picture books, to entire series of epic novels. Expect him to be over after dinner every night, to sit with you an indulge in one of these books. He'll let you pick something most of the time, but he occasionally becomes insistent of one of his own picks - the erotica he reads to you tends to go over your head, anyways.

-> Quickly finds he has to adjust his teaching style, having to go over rudimentary concepts with you multiple times. He's much more patient with you than he is with Mammon his brothers, his temper non-existent as he slowly repeats the lesson to you again. He knows you are trying your best, and is willing to put in the same effort you put forth. Occasionally you do aggravate him in this regard - he usually just takes it out on the first one of his brothers he sees, instead of you. Thankfully.

-> He's unsure what it is about you, but something about you really calms the wrath raging within him. Maybe it's your carefree, peaceful nature that soothes the storm within him. Maybe it's that adorable smile that can light up the darkest of Devildom nights. Maybe it's the way you never fail to make him laugh when you make Lucifer lose his temper. Either way he hasn't failed to notice that his days are better with you in them.

-> Sometimes his patience for you does wear thin though - especially when your stupidity gets you hurt! 'You're not going to survive in this realm if you keep acting so thoughtlessly,' he says through gritted teeth, as he patches up the lacerations on your arm - caused by you touching a killer plant adorned with a very large warning sign. He does his best to keep his anger within, but he's yelled at you a few times, almost desperate to finally get his point across to you.

♡ It is quite obvious to him why he has fallen for you, so he wastes no time in planning his confession. He knows his romantic gesture will have to be overt, the goal being that you truly comprehend understand his feelings for you. A thoughtful gift along with a handwritten letter, simply stating how he is deeply in love with you - and if any confusion remains, he'd be happy to explain.

♡ And after that, he spends each day with you in bliss. As the moonlight illuminates the pages of his book, he softly reads the words to you; and as you fall asleep in his arms, he knows that this is what true happiness is. He may never be allowed in the Celestial Realm, but being with you makes him feel like he's already there.

-> If people question his relationship with you, they only do so in hushed tones - no one wants to be on the receiving end of his Wrath, especially after that one demon went missing after gawking at the two of you on a date.

☆ ASMODEUS:

-> Excited to adopt you into his inner circle - he knows someone like you would be the perfect little doll for him! He already thinks you're just oh so adorable, and it will be incredibly easy for him to turn you into his little Mini Asmo.

-> New style, new hair, new everything! Be prepared to truly become his twin, for he wants you to become his shadow. Doesn't even take him much effort to convince you to change your schedule to match his!

-> Asmo is definitely the Queen Bee of RAD, but you're basically the Queen's Hand - he regards your thoughts and opinions highly, as if they are the royal decree. He may also lightly tease you at times, wanting nothing more than to see the many cute faces you make, but he would never stab you in the back. HBIC's have to look out for each other, after all!

-> Your grades actually go up, shockingly enough, thanks to Asmo having his fan club do all of your schoolwork. You don't have time for that nonsense! 'Pamper and Pre-Game' with Asmo is way more important than writing some silly Devildom Law essay - you don't wanna be late to the Fall, after all!

-> The two of you pretty much run the school, constantly making waves and setting trends. You get your own fan club, but you also have a fair amount of haters! Either way, all eyes are on you, and every dumb little thing you do ends up going viral online. Some days you're being praised for your fashion, others you're being meme'd for your clumsiness. And of course, Asmo always helps you take advantage of these moments, good or bad. Never a dull day on the Devilnet!

-> He especially loves that your air-headedness leaves a lot of room for you to be open minded to experimentation (or maybe you're just easy to convince, hehe). It's lead to a lot of wild nights in his bedroom, with the two of you experiencing unfathomable euphoria - those nights will forever live rent free in his mind. Perhaps he can convince you to let Sol join the two of you next time...

-> On the other hand, he notices he has to keep an extra sharp eye on you when the two of you are out partying together - your obliviousness has almost led you to a few dangerous situations, one that ended up leaving Asmo's strawberry-blonde hair stained crimson. He is now hyper-vigilant over you, always guarding your drinks and cutting in on the dancefloor.

♡ How could the Avatar of Lust not fall you for? His best friend, his partner in crime, his darling human~♡! He comes to the realization that he loves you even more than himself, and that he must start making a plan! The date of all dates to sweep you off of your feet and right into his arms~♡ He knows he'll have to be clear and concise when he makes his confession - not only are you a bit dense, but his usual Avatar of Lust brand of affection may make it... confusing for you, to figure out that he truly loves you romantically. Whatever, who cares! He'll tell you a million times over if you need him to ♡!

♡ After that, not too much will change, for you were already inseparable before his confession! He may become a bit more possessive, but that comes with the territory of being Lust's Chosen One. The two of you are RAD's Power Couple, and he will make damn sure the entire Devildom knows it!

-> When it comes to your relationship, Asmodeus is ride or die. If anyone ever questions it, he brushes it off with his signature smile and a cold remark - at first. Like a scorpion, he strikes from the shadows. Pink may be his color, but he is also well aware how amazing he looks in red~♡ ;)

☆ BEELZEBUB:

-> Doesn't think too much about it at first - you're just that nice human with the pretty smile and the fun stash of human world snacks.

-> The least judgmental of his brothers, while also being the first to get to know you deeply. He feels like you're really easy to understand, and he finds that it's really easy to open up to you. He becomes a lot more talkative when you're around, and soon the two of you have you own dumb little inside jokes that his brothers are jealous they aren't in on. You don't even get each other's jokes half the time (which is mostly your fault, no offense) but laughter truly is contagious, and you have so much fun in each other's company.

-> Once he really gets to know you, he worries about you endlessly! He feels the need to become even more protective over you than he already is. Not only does your clumsiness worry him, but your forgetfulness too. He knows for a fact that humans need to eat to survive! What do you mean you forgot to eat lunch?! How can you forget something like that...and before you know it, he's adding some of his Acidic Hell Fries to your plate.

-> So he starts inviting you to eat with him every single day, and he loves how easily you say yes! No matter the menu, no matter the restaurant, you're always down to go out with him and share a bite to eat - you don't even ask questions! And he really admires how adventurous you are - always ordering new dishes, never turning down a bite of some strange food when he offers it, the smile on your face when you actually do enjoy it. Sharing a simple meal with you quickly becomes the part of his day he looks forward to the most.

-> The two of you do get into your own share of trouble every now and then though. While Beel has been banned from the Devildom's various eating contests, you haven't been - and you never seem to learn how sick these contests make you, no matter how badly you wanna give the prize to Beel. And let's not forget all the times you've had to wash dishes at Hell's Kitchen because you both ran outta the House without making sure you had a single Grimm on you. Either way, the two of you have so much fun together, that you never regret it - or learn from it.

♡ He wears his heart on his sleeve, and while Beelzebub isn't dumb like you are, he does have a certain innocent honesty about him - so he has no problem telling you his true feelings about you. He may get the slightest bit frustrated after having to explain it so many times, but hand him a snack and he'll have all the patience in the world to sit with you and help you understand how much he truly loves you.

♡ And after that, you continue to spend your days with your sweet cinnamon roll of a boyfriend. Whether you're hanging with him at the gym or sneaking out for a late night snack, being with you always makes his heart feel so full - a feeling he would never trade, even for a thousand Shadow Goose Burgers.

-> Doesn't even remotely pay attention to what others are saying about his relationship with you - why even bother worrying about that? Although there was that one time some random demon at RAD did question him about it, but Beel couldn't hear them over the rumble of his own stomach - which they hilariously mistook as a threat, causing them to run off in terror.

☆ BELPHEGOR:

-> Your stupidity made his scheme in the attic all too easy! Truly like the wolf leading the lamb. He could have never dreamed that such a perfect target would just fall right into his lap, would stumble into the attic and right into his trap - it was almost comical. He could have also never dreamed that, once the veil of hate was lifted from his eyes, the amount of overwhelming guilt he would feel. Naïve, innocent little lamb. He'd do anything to make up for it - he's failed to protect you twice already, and he won't be making that mistake again.

-> Suddenly overprotective, as well as a bit possessive. He knows how easily you can be fooled into mortal danger, so you can expect him to lurk in the shadows. The circle of people he trusts (his brothers) is small, and he even occasionally has doubts about a few of them.

-> Other than that, he is beyond amused by you, and he knows he's going to have a lot of mischievous fun with you by his side! The House of Lamentation was already chaotic with just the seven of them, but your arrival truly added a wild card to the mix. Your absentminded hijinks are usually funny enough for him to warrant losing a bit of sleep.

-> He pretty much makes you the mascot for the Anti-Lucifer League - any schemes he and the Fourth Born can think up, they rope you into. Typically used as bait, watching Lucifer freak out as you stand there looking clueless truly never gets old. No matter how many times they explain the pranks to you, you never really understand what's going on - which makes for a great defense when all three of you inevitably get lectured by the Eldest afterwards.

-> Loves how easy it is to convince you to skip class and nap with him - you're the only one he's shown all of his favorite hiding spots to. Partially because he knows you'll never remember where they are without his help, but also because he loves cuddling up with you.

♡ He's actually tried several times to convey his feelings to you, with everything from romantic dreams to starlit dates. He's even kissed you, how much more obvious can he get?! If it were anyone but you, he probably would have given up and gone back to sleep. But you're you and you're worth it, so he stays up late conjuring up exactly what to say to you, hoping this time his bluntness makes it clear.

♡ And after that, the two of you spend the majority of your free time cuddled up in each other's loving embrace. It's nothing but sweet dreams and starry skies, so long as you have Belphie by your side.

-> Questioning his relationship with you (or badmouthing you in general) is probably one of the most egregious mistakes one could make. If the endless night terrors aren't enough to evoke instant regret, the Avatar of Sloth doesn't mind resorting to violence for you.

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futureplayboibunnie · 11 months

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Strong Enough

Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

18+ MDNI (y’all pls this is filthy)

- GIGGLING. KICKING MY FEET. i came back from spiderverse with JUST THIS MAN ON MY MIND. oscar isaac ur service is appreciated cause gah dayum.

- i had to write some super angsty smut abt him. i just had to, he’s so lana del rey vinylllll. i’m sorry if my spanish is crap (i had to use google translate bc my stupid ass took german instead of spanish in school- pls tell me if there were any mistakes. kiss kiss x)

warnings: dom!miguel, pnv, lotsa dirty talk (think i got carried away), angsty miguel, FANGS, sort of a soft end. AGGHH IM SO CRAZY ABOUT HIM WHAT THE FUCK.

enjoy bbygirls x

Miguel was furious as usual, his blood was beating like a drum with it, his mind buzzing akin to white noise. New anomalies, new foes but mostly a pesky kid who didn't know how to stay put and shut the fuck up- Miles Morales. He was seething- his eyes glowing a crimson hue violently assaulting against the hazel of his eyes. He looked like shit. Hell, he felt like shit. He was slipping, letting things get in the way, and he blamed you for it. Miguel doesn't slip. Miguel doesn't let things get in the way. Only until you came into his life and veered him off his intended course.

It was his hegemonic masculinity piping up like a hot breath down his neck. Miguel brought together the spider society- he was the solution to every problem, every anomaly, the answer to every spider. But he doesn't answer to himself. No, he didn't. You were the one that was overseeing Miguel's little society, hiding and checking in from time to time if the multiverse wasn't fucked up and every dimension was in a semi-stable state. Miguel was in control of the other spiders, he had to run his orders by you first even if you weren't at HQ half of the time. Being in a subservient position was exorbitantly and intensely frustrating and it made him highly hostile to anyone who talked to him.

You on the other hand had the jurisdiction to give him the authority- you gave him the damn idea, you were from his damn universe, but you couldn't deal with the politics and moral dilemmas that came with leading it. Also, you enjoyed toying with him. Fuck you found so much satisfaction in crawling through him, blowing at that over-inflated ego, those broad shoulders filled to the brim with hubris and pride. Hm, he was good at what he did though- actively scaring off anyone who dared speak against him. Except for Morales. You appreciated his pluck, it reminded you of yourself. Miguel was formidable but you understood why he needed to apprehend Morales- for some reason every time you were near the kid you started glitching out, it fucking hurt and messed with your brainwaves. You understood why he had to capture Miles but you didn't agree with how he was handling it. Miguel was sitting at his desk trying to figure out why this was happening and why this was happening to you but he came up empty. He didn't know what to think about it let alone do. It made him feel uneasy and he hated it. Cómo pedo solucionar esto? (How do I fix this?) kept looping throughout his head and it made him feel helpless and weak. Two words he would never associate with himself.

‘’Miguel.’’ Your voice echoed off the walls and shot straight to his ears, it was smoky and breathy.

"Y/N. Qué estás haciendo aquí? What do you want?’’ His usual low timbre makes your brows furrow involuntarily. ‘’Get out of the shadows.’’ He ordered and for once you listened to him, hopping on his platform behind him.

‘’Morales.’’ You stated deadpan knowing the reaction he was going to get, Miguel's eyes drastically narrowed and changed from a soft ambient scarlet to a scorching blood red. He turned his face a little to the side to glare at you.

"That kid touches anything in another dimension, I'll kill him myself.’’ He replied huskily. You weren't sure if you could trust his words. Yes, he was capable of it but you know deep down he wouldn't want to.

His moral compass strayed once, he won't let that happen again. Never.

"You wanna kill kids now? Is that how low we're going?'’

'We? There's we now?’’

You cocked your head at his question, your face remaining hard.

He stared at you in silent fury, of course he wouldn't want to resort to that but he had to do what he had to do. Miguel was surprised you didn't want to take him yourself considering he makes you glitch out. He hates you, God he hates you. But what happened to you...scared him. You'd been a part of this for so long, if anyone was going to hurt you it would be him- not anyone else. If anyone else did- Miguel dismissed the thought as quickly as it came.

Sometimes when he looked at you, he couldn't help but admire your callousness, your brutality yet your undying generosity to people who didn't deserve such a royalty. On the other hand, you were fucking gorgeous. He hated it. It was distracting. It was cruel. Though he couldn't help a little blip or mishap with his thought process- he was still a man after all. Miguel wondered what was under that suit. Wondered what you would like with nothing on at all. Wondered if you would still talk back with that snotty little attitude if you were choking on his dick instead. Though he wouldn't trust you not to bite his dick off in the process. Would you like his fangs? Would you like his claws? He shouldn’t be thinking such a thing.

‘’I should ask you the same question since he affects your stability también.’’ He replied calmly, slightly shocking you. ‘’No matter, I'll stop it. Alone.’’ He growled as he stepped off the platform, tired of entertaining this conversation with you. ‘’You've done enough damage as it is, now I have to fix it.’’

‘’I caused this damage? You realize how fucking stupid you sound. You control the spiders, I let you make orders.’’ You strike a harsh tone as you jolted in front of him to stop his path. Shit, he towered above you, all broad shoulders and disheveled hair. Although he undermined you like this, you wouldn't mind it in other situations...but at work, he was quite literally a piece of work and it made your blood boil. You both knew, you both could feel the palpable hatred swinging and beating again. ‘’And alone? I don't trust you not to kill him, Miguel.’’ You scowled, your eyes wide and piercing through him, halting him in his tracks. The gaze shared between you both was impenetrable, scorching, a battle against wills.

‘’I can't let you.’’ He shot back with a frown and grating red eyes.

‘’While I watch helplessly from the sidelines? I don’t think so. ’’ You challenged him white cold.

‘’I'm asking you, don't let me make you.’’ He gritted through clenched teeth, his fangs lightly protruding.

He was trying to scare you, it wasn't working.

‘’What is this to you? Playtime? To prove you're the strongest, to create fear wherever you go?’’ You pleaded with him orotund, inviting a yelling match to prove you weren't going down easy on this occasion.

You let Miguel do whatever he damn pleased like this was his own hunting grounds- but you won't let him lose his sanity.

‘’What? No.’’He replied shocked and confused at your presumed reasons why he was doing this. He just had to. He couldn't tell you the deep-rooted reason.

He didn't want to admit it.

Fuck, he couldn't admit it.

What kind of man would that make him?

What kind of leader? What kind of example would he be?

‘’Then what is it-?’’ He was trying to walk away from you but you snaggled onto his suit and brought him back to face you. ‘’Tell me.’’ You ordered stiffly.

‘’I have to do this alone.’’ His voice faltered a little and he was afraid that you might have heard it, that he gave you a glaring view of how quickly he was slipping through the cracks- how weak you've made him, how weak he was becoming.

‘’Why? Why do you need to, Miguel?!’’ You were almost yelling at him and no one other than you would get the privilege of living if they did that.

‘’Stop it.’’ He grunted like a wild animal.

"Then what-? What is it?’’ Your eyes searched for his as he was avoiding looking at your face, terrified that it would be written all over it. His heart was pounding.

‘’I'm not-‘’

‘’Not what?’’ You implored, pushing him further and further to the edge.

‘’I'm not strong enough.’’

‘'Strong enough? Oh yeah, and going after a kid will make you stronger.’’ You chided, eyes stiff cold, and judgemental.

‘’Yes, fuck. I-. No!’’ Miguel raked an exasperated hand through his hair, his palm was twitching and his talons were ready to come out. If only he could make you understand without telling you- but you were insatiable, a tick under his skin. Ready for another fucking fight.

Your eyebrows wilted as you said the words, so unbelievably paralyzed by his gall, his hubris, his never-ending need to prove he's the strongest, that he could do all of this. You knew he fucking could. ‘’That's what this is, some sort of bench press exercise for you? Some sort of work-out?!’’ Miguel grabbed you by the arms and his talons pinched at your skin through his suit, like he was trying to shake some sense into you.

‘’I can't lose you again!’’ He yelled at you, his face merely inches away from yours.

Your mouth popped open at his frazzled admission of honesty, his glowing red eyes faded as he stared at you, hoping for an answer he was sure you wouldn't give him. Miguel's harsh expression was lost with the wind when he hung his head to avoid that fucking look in your eyes. The one that made all the weight of the world he carried on his shoulders all the more fucking heavier, his hands raked down your arms as if he was soothing himself, and his breath became heavier as he closed his eyes to process the words he uttered. You glitching out every time Miles was near you is not an option he was willing to entertain: it was his job to worry about anomalies and canon events but on this occasion- he didn't. And he was admitting that to you.

It's not the fact that he's dangerous or an anomaly. It's because of you.

What kind of selfish would that make him?

Last time that happened he lost everything.

He would never make the same mistake again.

But look at him now.

Making the same mistake.

‘’I can't lose you. No otra vez....I'm not str-I'm not strong enough.’’ His head hung low as if the weight of the universe was saving him from completely falling apart.

You sighed in a mix of relief and pity. This is what it was all about? Pobre cosa (poor thing). Your eyes were wide with a magnetic pulse and your body was radiating a mesmeric need. He felt it. Your hands flew to his chest and slowly meandered to his broad shoulders, he was panting in exhaustion and regret but your fingers went to his chin and jutted it upwards so your longing stare could meet his. It was a scorching look between two tired and exhausted people. Miguel was working himself so hard and you just wanted to make him forget about it, just once.

‘’Miguel…’’

‘’Ahora me he dado cuenta de que no puedo hacer nada de esto sin ti.’’ (I've now come to realize that I can't do any of this without you). Miguel's eyes flitted to your lips, his voice low and husky...needy. ‘’But I'm a selfish man... y te necesito.’’ (and I need you). Your face looked blank, it's obvious you didn't understand a word he was saying. ‘’Whatever, you wouldn't understand what I'm saying anyway.’’ Miguel dismissed you as he let go of your embrace and attempted to head out.

Before he could move away too far, you exposed your wrist and webbed him, dragging him back to you. His eyes glinted with a surprise yet they were dark with need and arrogance. Miguel was in front of you and your pussy started throbbing. His senses went into overdrive and he couldn't hold back his will to not touch you anymore.

‘'He entendido cada palabra que me has dicho.’’ (I've understood every word you've ever said to me.)

He gripped your face and kissed you hard, it was furious and mean, and he tasted dangerous- just as you expected, just as you had been silently begging him to. Lord, you were sure you'd regret this but right now your body was alive. Miguel's massive hands pulled at your hair to open your mouth wider

'’Miguel...féllame, por favor.’’ (fuck me, please) you uttered breathlessly, his mouth traveling from your bottom lip, chin, and then neck. His lips then went to breathe raggedly in your ear.

‘’You've understood everything I've ever said under my breath about you?’’ He murmured, imploring you to make him understand. He thought he had the privilege of saying things secretly as no one understood his Spanish but him, so he could say things he didn't want to keep inside without anyone else knowing. But you pulled the rug out from under him, you've been fooling him. He hated it. The number of times he's mumbled how much he wanted you under his breath- fuck.

‘’Mhm.’’ You moaned as his hands flew to your hips and slammed you down on his desk with no finesse, planting himself between your soft thighs. ‘’I thought you would've caught me earlier than this chico.’’ You teased- the thought made him angry. His talons seeped out of his skin and ripped at your suit, exposing the bare skin of your waist.

‘’Y me he dado cuenta de lo mojada que te pones cuando estás cerca de mí.’’ (And I've noticed how wet you get when you're near me) The filthy words rolled off of his tongue like velvet. ‘’Don't think you have the upper hand here sweetheart.’’

‘’Even when I want you to fuck me, you still have to fucking argue with me.’’ You growled as your hands burrowed into his long raven hair

‘’Oh, but you like it this way.’’ He smirked in your ear, the cadence of his voice reducing your knees to that of fucking jelly.

"How do you know what I like? You never asked.’’ You flirted back, treading on dangerous waters with the man that is known for having paper-thin patience.

‘’Shut the fuck up.’’ Miguel clawed at your waist and then spun you around so the tops of your thighs were. digging into the translucent glass of his desk. All of a sudden, he placed his large palm just below your neck and shoved you flat onto the desk just with brute force. You were sure you were about to start salivating.

‘’Oh, mierda.’’ He breathed raggedly, his wandering hands ripping at your suit. ‘’Beautiful, dangerous, deadly. Pretending as if you're better than me... like you're not capable of killing.’’ He ripped at your suit some more, exposing more of your skin. Your breath trembled in anticipation as he bent down to whisper hotly in your ear, your ass already feeling his strong- oh. Shit. ‘’You drive my fucking crazy, you know that?’’ He ripped your suit until it was nothing but scraps. You were naked and desperate under him.

‘’Me vuelves loco.’’ (You make me insane).

‘’Stop fucking talking and just take me, Miguel.’’ You whined desperately as your cheek pressed coldly against the glass, your hair splaying all over your shoulders like a waterfall.

‘’Abre la boca.’’ (Open your mouth) He growled like an animal but you were too concerned with your wobbly legs and fraying patience, you replied with a stunned silence, almost jittering like a fool. A frown contorted on Miguel's perfect face, scrunching up his chiseled, picturesque features. His right hand gripped your hair pulling you up to him, his left hand brushed against your lips until he fully force-plunged two fingers in your mouth- saliva coating his fingers as you gagged and choked. Oh, he couldn't wait to get you on your knees- the thought provoked some visceral reaction within him.

‘’'That's it, good girl.’’ He grumbled the affirmation and it sent sparks shooting throughout your body.

Miguel rarely ever praised or complimented so this....fuck. ...this was different, you felt so damn special to him. The ever-so-broody Miguel O'Hara calling you a 'good girl' made an unstoppable moan rip through your throat. ‘’Oh, so you like to be loud? Seems like you can't shut up when you're getting fucked too.’’ He insulted adding insult to injury which just made you sweat.

‘’Is the venom from your fangs rushing straight to your head, Miguel? Or did you not hear what I said?’’ You spat with a distinct sharpness that he'd come to expect from you, he was glad to see he hadn't scared the personality out of you which he had the tendency to do to every single person he met. However, one thing he absolutely couldn't tolerate was backtalking- which you had a tendency to get away with most times but he thought this was the perfect situation to reinstate his rules. Miguel tugged on your hair again like his own personal leash.

‘’Puede que quiera joderte ahora mismo, pero no pienses ni por un segundo que no te haré sufrir en el proceso.’’ (I may want to fuck the shit out of you right now but don't think for a second that I won't make you suffer in the process) His voice was aggressive and heady and you were stiff with arousal, your pussy was aching for him.

‘’Por favor Miguel.’’ You begged softly and it made his gaze narrow and his fangs spike out of his gums.

At times like this, he was glad he had a suit that would come on and off as he pleased- right now he was sweating with need and he was thankful he was able to quickly rid of his suit. Miguel didn't think he would be this hard, but then again you did always have a knack for surprising him when he least expected it. His large palm smacked at your ass and he was happy to see a large indent of the outline he made. Like he had a claim on you.

‘’Miguel!’’ You whined like a bitch in heat.

He didn't listen to your plead, he didn't even tease you into it first, his rigid dick just slipped into your soaking wet heat and he'd never felt this pleasure...ever. You were seriously about to cry. He wanted you to. Your pussy molded around his dick, and you were afraid he wasn't even going to fit- but Miguel always finds a way. He felt so...fucking good. The dull ache inside of your stomach was twisting into a fit of knots and butterflies, he quite literally pulsated inside of you

"Tan apretado cariño.’’ (So tight sweetheart) Miguel's chest rumbled alongside his dirty words. Fucking hell, it was like you were vacuum sealed to his dick. He started rutting into you with abandon, without mercy.

You felt so good. He was so.. good...at this, as much as you hated to admit it. He kept pawing at your body, his talons creating the animalistic tension that much heavier between you.

‘’Mi vida...’’ He purred in your ear, going harder and faster with every pained moan that ripped through your throat like it was an incentive for him to keep going.

‘’So perfect for me. Squeezing me so well...Mierda.’’

‘’You want me?’’ You teased innocently as you twisted your head to look at him through doe eyes. His eyes were roaring red as his grip on your hips seeped into your skin harder.

‘’You know I do.’’ Miguel gritted through clenched teeth, baring his fangs. The sight just made you wetter. ‘’Let me show you how much.’’ He bent down and it felt like he was going to snap you in half, you were so close to reaching your peak. To add insult to injury, he bit down on the skin of your bare shoulder blade and blood dripped from his fangs when he pulled away- your moan in response was that of perfection. Fuck it hurt but it felt amazing.

‘’It's okay, mi vida, come for me. I won't tell.’’ Miguel cooed, showing a tender side to him as he kissed down your shoulder blade to your back. You obeyed his command and came onto him- violently, so fucking hard. A guttural groan rumbled from his chest and your honeyed pants brought him back to life- a cause and effect. He fucked you through your orgasm and allowed himself the privilege of finishing inside you.

Miguel pulled out of you, leaking against the back of your thigh in the process. The scene was filthy, completely obscene and you never thought this would actually happen. ‘’Stay still princesa.’’ He commanded and you actually listened to him. The pressure of Miguel's body left you exposed as your ears pricked up to hear a rustle of draws and a clattering of things behind you. You turned your head around and his hologram suit was back on, it hugged him so fucking tightly your knees were starting to shake again.

You felt his presence again as you felt a cloth clean up the leaks down your thighs. ‘’Muchas gracias, Miguel.’’ Smartass. You flirted and he just smirked back at you, helping you stand up straight and face him when he got you cleaned up. You gazed up at him, quite chipper if you were being completely honest. Maybe a good hard fucking from his was all you needed to straighten you out. His eyes were still greedy as they raked up and down your naked body.

‘’As much as I prefer you like this...here.’’ A hologram covered you and your suit was back on, fine lines and all- well, that's easier than what you have to go through every day to get it sitting nicely.

You gazed at the scraps of your suit that were on the floor. Jesus Christ, he fucked like an animal.

"Nice to know chivalry isn't dead.' You tiptoed so you could get closer to his face and kissed his cheek. ‘’Thanks for the fuck, Miguel. Also by the way, I'm still not letting you kill that kid.’’ You patted his shoulder sarcastically- toying with him even further. You just walked away from him and his platform, you left him in a stunned silence and a blank expression, he scoffed breathlessly as he turned around to see you saunter away so damn confidently.

‘’Princesa no tan rapida.’’ (Not so fast princess) He replied back with a broken half smile. He suddenly exposed his wrist and a web flew to your waist and he instantaneously pulled you back in front of him. The breathless expression on your face was something that needed to be showcased in galleries.

‘’Can't lose me again? Object permanence is a thing you know torombolo.’’ You joked and his brows furrowed slightly in response, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

‘’Don't joke about that mi vida.’’ Miguel's face had a sheen of concern and it made your stomach twist into butterflies. ‘’You could die.’’ His voice came across as more stern than intended but you didn't back away like anyone else would do- you accepted him for who he was.

‘’Oh, Miguel...Please, we'll figure it out. But that kid you're after is probably scared and alone- just like you were, just like I was and I don't want that to swallow him.’’

‘’But every time-‘’ You pressed your pointer finger to stop his lips from moving.

"Shush. I've always trusted you, Miguel, now I don't even think there's a point in me being your higher-up. If we work together, you don't have to be afraid.’’ You caressed his face tenderly and he got lost in the softness of your words and your ever so guileless eyes.

‘’Okay?’’ Miguel turned his head to kiss at your palm as an affirmation.

‘’Okay.’’

#miguel ohara #miguel o’hara #spiderman 2099 #spiderman #miguel ohara smut #across the spiderverse #across the spider verse spoilers #miguel spiderverse #miguel o’hara smut #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara angst #spiderverse x reader #spiderman into the spiderverse

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sapphiewritesstuff · 1 year

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Namora, Shuri, and Namor NSFW headcanons

breaking my no nsfw rule cause i wanted to write for Namora,, love her so much 😍😍

This was originally supposed to be a post only for Namora but I decided to add Namor and Shuri cause their tags are getting dry as well.

Reblog for pt two!!

Warnings: NSFW, fem!reader, dom! Namora, sub! reader, stress fucking, use of mistress, switch! Shuri, switch! reader, uses of daddy and mommy, punishments (but like the fun sexy kind) overstimulation, slapping/spanking, switch! Namor, switch! reader, public/semi-public, breeding, spit, group sex, cock worship, degradation, not proofread, aftercare included in all!

Namora

-first of all, Namora is a commanding and dominate woman, that doesn't change in bed

-However, I can see her being into more vanilla, sweet sex than anything else

-She spends her days as Talokans most celebrated warrior, commanding her army so when she gets home she just wants to relax with you

-Loves rubbing your thighs, your curves, ect as she leaves kisses across your body and loves it when you do the same for her

-MASSAGES MASSAGES

-Likes being called ‘Mommy’ and ‘Mistress’, but loves being called by her name

-She loves hearing you moan out her name

-Suck on her tits, look up at her and whine out ‘Mommy…’ and she’ll do whatever you want

-She’s always very gentle with you except for whenever she’s stressed

-She never degrades you, but gets a little bit rougher with her love making

-She’ll throw you onto the bed, place a hand on your mouth to keep you quiet as she relives her stress using you

-An absolute goddess at aftercare

-She massages anything that might be sore, gets you food, and insists that you get some rest

-The best warrior and lover <33

Shuri

-She’s an eater ohhh my god

-She loves to spend hours between your legs, she gets pleasure from it

-She also loves to sit on your face

-Has a thing for quickes, she’s busy with her lab work and responsibilities but wants to be around you and cherish you like you deserve

-When you finally get a bunch of time alone, she can go for hours

-She loves overstimulating you

-Is very playful and competitive in bed, makes you fight for dominance

-“You’re so cute struggling like that, baby. Go on, keep it up.” She teases as she effortlessly pins you down

-AHHW SUDBD NEED HER SO BAD

-sorry bout that

-She loves being called daddy, Princess, anything that makes her feel powerful

-She’s a brat tamer, doesn’t take any shit from you

-Whenever you’re acting up she places a hand on your shoulder before commanding you to behave

-Now… her as a sub

-She’s a brat and a powerbottom

-loves punishments so she keeps on acting out to see you pissed off

-“Look at you, you’re all riled up. Does my behavior piss you off that much? Hm?”

-loves it when you slap or spank her to shut her up

-She can be a sweet service submissive sometimes, you just have to break her in enough

-She’s mommy and daddy <333

-Aftercare with her consists of cuddling, pillow talk, and a nap

-After the nap you two will head to her lab for some more time together, or you two will watch a movie

-The queen of Wakanda and taking care of her partner <33

Namor

-look me in the eyes and tell me this man doesn’t like to be worshipped

-It inflates his ego so much to see you on your knees as your worship his cock and beg for him to pay attention to you

-thinks you look so pathetic like that and he loves it

-Like Shuri, he’s also a brat tamer, though he’s a little bit more harsh with his punishments

-won’t stop until you’re crying and apologies are spewing out of your mouth

-He has both a degrading and praise kink, he'll spit in your mouth and make you slut yourself out one moment and the call you his beautiful queen the next

-Also loves it when you degrade or praise him, make him kneel for you and beg

-Cup his cheek and call him a good boy and he'll melt into your touch

-If you were comfortable with it, he would love to have an orgy or have group sex one time

-idk if cucking is the right word for this? But he would have a thing for watching others fuck you or having you watch as he fucks others

-(if you were up to it, of course. He’s perfectly content with just you. After all, why did he make you queen if you didn’t fulfill his every need?)

-It makes him crazy possessive and he’s addicted to the feeling, you don’t mind because it means you get your brains fucked out by him afterwards

-likes to have sex on his throne, it’s up to you if there is an audience

-BREEDER. Cums inside you every time and only inside you just so he can knock you up

-He wants to have a family with you, he thinks you’re the most beautiful woman ever with the most fertile body

-He’s also extremely possessive as I said, so he would want to make everyone know your his and he’s yours by getting you pregnant

-Speaking of claiming, he gives you tons of hickeys and love bites and expects you to give him some too

-He is SO VOCAL!! Either moans like a little bitch or is grunting in your ear muttering praises

-100% serious during the act, only the occasional chuckles when he sees you squirm

-He likes it when you sit on his face

-He’s a freak (affectionate)

-Has to learn how to give better aftercare

-He does love you, and he does take care of you after lovemaking, but he’s rough which leaves you sore and sometimes leaves marks

-He’ll cuddle you, clean you up, and command his servants to get some food so he can hand feed you, but he doesn’t tend to any physical things he may have caused

-He isn’t used to how fragile surface dwellers are!! -He’ll notice sooner or later, and he feels horrible for not properly taking care of you from the beginning

-“My king it’s fine, you don’t hurt me!”

-“What husband am I if I don’t take care of you? It doesn’t matter, I will tend to you no matter what.”

-I love him

-Will massage every cramp, kiss every hickey or lovebite, and rub your ass after a harsh spanking

-He is able to take care of any other injuries, but very rarely does he actually injure you, you two have a safeword system for when you need to tell him to calm down

-He loves it when you pet his hair and pepper his face in kisses, he’ll fall asleep instantly

-He’s a god in bed.

#namora x reader #namora #wakanda forever #wakanda forever x reader #mcu x reader #black panther #shuri x reader #namor x you #namor smut #shuri smut

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namelessbutters-doodles · 6 months

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As You Wish, Starlight 18+ Mdni

Characters : Gene Simmons, Paul Stanley.

Pairing : Stardemon

Setting: Early 90's

Au : Marvel Kind of.

Summary: Minutes of awkwardness pass till Gene spoke up.

''There's something i need to ask you and i was hoping you could help.''

''What is it? Paul asked, wondering what it was.

''Since everything has changed, and i mean everything. i was wondering if i can test my body on you. See how it functions, see if i still got it.'' Gene smirked. ''Also to get rid of some disturbance from it.''

Paul couldn't believe Gene was asking, After being Gone for a whole month and finally coming back to him in the dead of morning, scaring him then explaining everything to him. Gene asks that!?!

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⚠️Warnings: Monster fucking, Nudity, Spanking, oral sex, Anal sex, Belly bulge, Fluids, Heat, Gentle/Rough sex, Dirty Talk, Breeding kink, Cum Inflation etc. Ask to tag.

Positions that are used: 69, cowgirl and finally the mating press~

ALSOOnA03NOW!

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It was a dark and stormy rainy night in Los Angeles, Wind almost taking down Trees or cars at 100 miles per hour. Raining soo much that it was even difficult to see out thru windows, which there was a travel advisory.

People were advised to stay in, which some didn't take kindly too. Thundering loudly like there was a volcano erupting. Los Angeles was terrifying place to be in right now, Especially at night like this where things could happen without control.

Certain creatures of the night can come out to cause havoc or even do...dirty things.

Which leads us to Paul Stanley who's all Alone in his Apartment, In the kitchen making a snack. Having the radio on, to listen what was going on since the tv lost signal due to a lightning strike. The rain was almost strong enough you couldn't really hear the radio, so he turned it up.

The door and windows were locked and shut tightly, the only thing that was lighting the room up a little was a candle on the counter while the snack was being made.

Pieces of cheese, cantaloupe, lettuce, etc. Were being placed in the bowl neatly, it looked like a fancy platter of food made for more than one people if one was having a party but they were not. They just couldn't sleep and there stomach was growling.

So walking down the stairs with the candle while thundering was truly a experience for him. Nearly almost tripping down the stairs from a nail that was not fully in, if he had fallen the apartment would have caught fire.

It was quite scary but he was used to it. The only sounds that he was hearing were the hard rain against the window to his left, loud thundering and the radio beside him talking about what's going on out there.

He hummed a fine tune while cutting pieces of fruit and taking little sips from his drink to keep him hydrated. It was very late to eat, in fact it was 1 am almost to 2 am. Knowing he shouldn't eat at this time but his stomach told a different story.

''More news reports of a strange figure jumping from building to buildings skyrocketed tonight, People are speculating it's a monster or Alien some kind. Red, White, and Black they say. It was last seen nea-'' Paul turned the radio down, not wanting to hear it. He didn't want to hear anything creepy or strange tonight.

It was already bad enough being alone at night, where the only thing that gave him comfort and safety was a candle, locked windows and doors. He didn't want to think about some strange being going around. He doesn't want that in his thoughts.

Especially when he couldn't even get a hold of a certain someone for months now. And that certain someone was none other than, Holly wood biggest star. Gene Simmons.

Gene Simmons, or just Gene was frankly nowhere to be seen or heard. Paul thought he was on some business trip or filming a movie just for a few days but then it turned into months after. The last time he seen Gene was when he awakened from being in a coma after 2 or 1 weeks, Paul couldn't remember due to being so worried and scared for him. Thinking of the worst, was he dying? Paul wondered, if so then would the doctors tell him? would Gene even tell him?

When Gene awoke from the coma, Paul embraced him in the bed. sobbing and telling him things only meant for him. Gene acknowledged him for a little, Then started to act entirely different after. Paul wanted him to stay in the hospital for more tests and observations but Gene refused.

Once Gene got discharged, he left without a word. Paul ran after him. Finally, catching up to him by a Fountain while the sun was setting.

Paul can remember the conversation clear as day.

(Gene, just stop! You should be resting right now!)

(i'm fine Paul, no need to worry.)

(You were in a coma! You fainted in front of me! I have to be worry!)

Paul remembered Gene wouldn't turned around when he was talking. He didn't know if Gene was listening to him all he was doing just standing and saying cryptic things.

(Are you sick? Dying? Injured? Gene please tell me!)

(....I don't know...)

(You don't know? What do you mean?)

Paul sliced some fruit in half without watching, frowning. Gene wouldn't tell him what was wrong, he was dodging each time.

(is it about me?)

(No, Absolutely not.)

(Then what is it? He asked walking up to Gene, standing behind him)

(....)

(You can tell me anything.)

(I Know.)

(Then why? Why are being so...secretive all of a sudden?)

(I just--sighs--Have to figure some things out.)

(About What? Paul hand drifted to Gene's hand and then holding it, causing Gene to flinch his hand away)

Paul sliced the fruit again but this time he got his finger.

''shit!'' He swore, dropping the knife onto the cutting board, clutching his hand. Boy it burned and stung.

(Ge-)

Paul looked to see what the damage was, it was bleeding a little but it hurt. He looked around to see any medical supplies nearby, there wasn't. So he head to the bathroom, opening up the cabinet. Looking and...

''Ah! There you are!'' Paul said, Spotting the hydrogen peroxide along with band-aids and cotton balls.

He grabbed the bottle.

(Look, there's something I need to do....By Myself.)

(....)

(Without you...)

''Without you'', the words repeated in Paul's head like a mantra. When he heard those words, it hurt him. Wither, it wasn't supposed to or not it did. After that, Gene left Paul spiraling. Spiraling about everything.

He worried about his Relationship more with him since that happened, was Gene done with him and found someone else he can be with and bring everywhere. Did he become too needy without knowing or too busy with his band as of late.

Paul thought long and hard about it, maybe Gene needed some space. Maybe that's what they both needed, time away from....each other.

He wiped the wound, cleaning it. Grimacing.

During the days that passed, Paul focused on himself a little. Trying to come up a with a few songs in fact, visit friends and family plus see the new predator 2 movie.

He wasn't really into horror and sci-fi movies that much but something about a movie that's a about aliens interests him. He didn't know what it was, but sometimes he'll cheer silently when the alien comes on screen or his heart will race causing him to blush.

It was unnatural, to cheer for Aliens and not for the hero's. Yet, he couldn't help it.

He had dreams after, wet dreams. Of a alien or monster just coming to earth and taking him. Teasing or being downright dirty to him. When it was getting to the ultimate climax, he would awake. Becoming frustrated and annoyed.

That was another thing, his orgasms. Since Gene left, He had a hard time orgasming no matter what he did. He tried going out with people but he opted out each time, tried masturbating or using a toy it didn't work.

Nothing worked...

Without Him.

He bandaged the wound, closing the cabinet. He stared at himself in the mirror.

After the few days had passed, He decided to try and call up Gene on his landline. He called and nobody answered except the recording, Oh looks like he's busy, Paul thought at the time. Deciding he'll just call later or tomorrow.

so he waited and called the next, no answer. waited again, no answer. He repeated this again till he went to Gene's house looking for him, Gene maid showed up and told him he's not home.

He then asks her when he'll be Home and she didn't know. Leaving Paul even more worry and concern.

Didn't he go home after the hospital if not then were could he had gone? He started to asks people around and some from the Hollywood side thinking Gene was secretly filming a movie but they said the same thing, other's had said.

(Gene's not here)

(I haven't seen him since he was hanging out with tim curry)

(oh he's still with you)

and much more, Paul even went to Gene's ex. Who was still on good terms with them both but will give some snarky remarks on the side.

(I Haven't seen him, since the little deer took him and changed him)

He got pissed at that, it's not his fault they broke up.

Over all, Paul got exhausted from looking for Gene and went home, Deciding to just move on with his life and if Gene ever pops up ever again, Hopefully alive. He'll be Happy and Hugging him.

For Now, He'll focus on himself.

Paul sighed. leaving the bathroom, turning the light off. He entered the kitchen. Everything was normal, till he saw the tv was on.

Strange, he thought. When did the tv go back on? Paul looked for the remote, it was on the news from he could tell saying :

''There's been 40% increase of people going missing, statistics have shown it's mainly people in poor areas-''

Paul found the Remote and just before he could turn the tv off, it said : ''the people who have been missing since late last night are Mark st. John, Vinnie Vincent and E-'' He Turned the tv off.

''Vinnie's missing?'' Paul said quietly, just as he said that he heard a thud.

He looked and the cutting board was on the floor along with his food. What the?, He thought. Paul went and tried to clean it up till he noticed a slight breeze coming in to his right.

He turned, the windows was open letting rain coming, he ran to the window trying to close it getting wet in the process. It was tough to close but he managed to do it, he let out a breath. ''Creepy..'' He said, Then noticing puddles of water on his rug.

''Okay....'' Becoming a little uneasy right now. Paul went to go grabbed the rug till he felt something dripped. He looked up slowly, The celling was wet and he could scratch marks, that freaked him out completely.

Paul Looked around more as he heard strange sounds, even growling noises and some scratching. It smelled Funky too.

He backed up slowly near the kitchen counter, He turned around. Holding his head in his hands trying to calm down. is it robber? He thought. Or a serial killer?

He was not prepared for a situation like this but who knows in the times he was living in now. He could fight back but that would be a bad decision, he could hide but that would take ages to find a hiding spot. The killer would probably look more than they do in movies.

Paul Let out a deep breath, whatever it was. It's probably small and not dangerous, he thought. to help calm himself. He breathed in and out. A technique that always helped in times like these.

''That feels better.'' He whispered. Feeling a lot better.

He turned around and...bumped into someone.

Paul trembled, His hands touching something. He flicked his hand away and turned around quickly. Scared as shit now. It was directly close, hovering above him. Breathing.

It was pressing against him too close, Paul's eyes glanced behind. It looked horrifying! Were those spikes!?! his back became wet with water. That thing came into apartment through the window!!

Before Paul could do or say anything-

A large hand came out from the shadows covering Paul's mouth.

''Don't Scream.''

The shadowy figure spoke in deep voice, Paul could literally feel him directly behind him. Paul was scared out of his mind, Panicking. if he moved was it going to hurt him or kill him.

His heart was racing out of his chest.

''You don't know me but i do know you, Paul.'' it said.

How da fuck it knows my name!?!?, Paul thought. Now becoming more petrified than ever. Was this a prank? No it can't be! Was it someone he knew!?! A lot of things ran through Paul's head, trying to think of a sane thought. But no matter what they came out with negativity.

''Look at me, I won't hurt you.''

He didn't want to, god he didn't want to. Too afraid to move, what if it bites his head or something worse.

''Look at me.''

Just as the being was tilting Paul's chin to make him look, But in a blink of a eye. Paul grabbed a Nearby object, with all his might. Bashed the creature's face in making the creature lose his holding on Paul's mouth.

Lightening striked!

''HOW THE FUCK YOU KNOW MY NAME!?!?'' He yelled, Running and Getting onto the stairs. Hyperventilating, Putting up whatever up he had in his hands. Putting a little brave face on.

The Creature groaned in pain, holding it's head. Stumbling.

''ANSWER ME!!''

''Pau-'' It's voice was shaking in two voices. the creature started walking to him, stumbling around still.

''STAY BACK!!! OR I'LL-'' Paul looks down at the object. ''HIT YOU WITH THIS FRYING PAN AGAIN!!!'' He yelled.

''It's me!'' The creature got in front of Paul now, Paul raises the frying pan and gets ready to hit it.

''I DON'T KNOW YOU!!!''

''STARLIGHT, IT'S ME GENE!!!''

Just as he swings, lightening struck loudly causing lights to flash all over the room, glass breaking. The Creature shows bits of himself Revealing who they are finally and it's....

Gene.

''Gene!?!''

The Frying pan flies out of Paul's hands, Nearly missing Gene's forehead by a inch and instead hits the wall behind. Lodging itself in, the wall cracked.

''Gene?''

The lights stay on, Paul fully seeing Gene now. Gene was rubbing his head and panting. He looked the same but different this time, he was wearing a orange turtleneck, Blue jeans and Black boots. His hair had grown longer than last time and he was sporting a beard too. He looked taller as well.

Paul stood there, frozen.

''my head...'' Gene groaned, never expecting to be hit like that in his life. Not from Paul too in fact, He thought he was going to faint or be concussed.

To be Honest, he deserved it. He thought it would be funny to scare him but it wasn't. It was raining and thundering, also....he was different now, he should of tried a different approach.

Either way, He's very Happy to see Paul again.

''I gotta say..'' Gene goes, laughing a little to distract him from the pain and the situation. ''You should tried out for baseball Paulie, cause that was a outstanding hit~!'' He Laughed.

Paul sniffled.

''Who knows may-ooof!''

Paul launches at him, embracing him making him lose his footing landing on the hard floor. Paul was rambling hysterically to him, hugging him tight.

Asking him questions so fast, Gene couldn't follow.

''wherehaveyoubeen!areyouokay?!?!?icalledyoumanytimes!?!?noonewouldanswerme!'' and so on.

Gene tried to answer each of them but couldn't, cause Paul ask right after the other. It was getting tiring and annoying.

''didyou-'' Gene muffled him.

''if i answered your questions and tell you everything from the day i left the hospital and before I enter, would that help you? Would that make you feel better? Just nod or shake your head.''

Paul stares at him, then nods.

''Ok.'' He takes his hand off Paul's mouth, Paul hugs tighter. Hearing Gene's heartbeat.

''I Missed you.''

Gene eyes light up, he hugs Paul back.

''I Missed you too.''

Gene sat him down and explained everything to him over a course of a hour, answering his questions. Telling him what happened, His journey he went on, the things he encountered while on it. Experiencing things that were abnormal and even revealing he ate things no human should even eat.

He didn't know Paul actually believed him or not, but he hoped he was cause if not he was going to scream. It's was a tough trip to get here from wherever he was to Los Angeles.

He told him how his body changed, how he was stronger and how much energy he has. Paul covered his nose, from the smell.

''Is that what i smell earlier?'' Paul said. shifting a little

Gene nodded and Continued on with his story, Finally revealing that there was a alien inside of him and ending the story with how the creature and him are now one.

''So in conclusion, this thing inside me is staying and that's all.''

Gene saw the Worry and Panic look on Paul's face.

''It's not hurting me, it's just let's me know when it's hungry or speak it's mind.''

''IT CAN TALK1?!?''

''Paul, lower your voice. it can hear you. And see you.''

''Lower my voice?!?'' Paul stammered all over the place, trying to comparand everything gene has told him. A alien inhabited Gene and is using him when needed, when he needs to eat or something. Plus he couldn't believe that monster was Gene earlier. It looked nothing liked him.

Also, he went to outer space!?! Hung out with some other aliens and saved a planet from certain doom!?! Da fuck!?! He met a guy, named silver surfer.

''Please tell me your actually joking...is this your new acting style?'' Paul groaned, sliding his fingers through his hair.

''Unfortunately no, This is actual real.''

Paul flopped backwards onto the couch.

''This is too much, even for me.''

''It was too much for me at first but i got use to it.'' Gene said, Leaning back against the couch.

Silenced fill the Room, the rain hit against the window more. Paul watched the ceiling fan as Gene looked down at the table.

''is it hurting you?'' Paul asked.

''It was at first then when it and i bonded, it stopped. we were now one. The only thing that bother me was i had to change my diet, i was happy that i grew taller.''

''Yeah, you were hovering above me.'' Paul chuckled, then going wide eyed. ''When you say, your diet has changed. What do you mean by that?''

''...''

''Ge-.''

''You don't want to know, you definitely don't want to know.''

''i-ok then.''

Minutes of awkwardness pass till Gene spoke up.

''There's something i need to ask you and i was hoping you could help.''

''What is it? Paul asked, wondering what it was.

Paul couldn't believe Gene was asking, After being Gone for a whole month and finally coming back to him in the dead of morning, scaring him then explaining everything to him. Gene asks that!?!

He expected it but not like this. Not after the whole debacle, Paul crossed his arms. Thinking about it.

''I can literally smell the stress on you, have you been taking care of your self?''

''Yeah.''

''Taking a shower?''

''Yeah.''

''Eating?''

Paul nods.

It was silent after, just them both staring at the ceiling.

''If your not up for it, then i-''

''How badly do you want me?'' Paul asked, smiling a little.

''W-''

''I said, how bad you want me?''

Gene looked at him.

''Answer me, My Demon~''

Gene heart raced.

''Badly enough that i've been humping pillows, imagining it was you. Screaming my name. Ejaculating into some objects, sweating at just the thought of wearing one my shirts only and fucking you on the kitchen counter.''

''And~'' Paul touches Gene crotch.

''Fucking your mouth till you can't swallow, Tearing all of your clothes off till you are bare.''

Paul shivered.

''An-''

''Making out with you while i fuck you into the bedframe till it breaks.''

Paul moans, rubbing his hand on Gene's crotch.

''Now?'' Gene asks.

''Now!''

Gene picks up Paul bridal style.

''Upstairs?''

''Upstairs.''

And Upstairs they go, stairs creaking each time Gene went up. Paul was going to finally have Gene and Maybe...

One but two surprises as well.

XxXxXx

Paul was thrown on the bed, While Gene Marched towards him transforming into the Monstrous being that Paul saw moments ago in the kitchen. It was Horrifying but Infatuating at the same time, seeing Gene just transformed with no problem at all just did something to Paul. The little black tendril like veins forming on skin changing it's structure.

Eyes going white with red and black forming around it resembling makeup they used when preforming, Teeth that was once normal now it look like it could bite someone's head off. Hands that were small now enlarged with long claws that can destroy anything or anyone. Body was a mixture of mostly black it seems.

The tongue. Ohhh that tongue, was longer than before making Paul face red as Raunchy thoughts began to seep in. How long is that tongue now? Would it be able to farther than before? What about those fingers, those nails would surely make him bleed. As the thoughts were going rampant in his head, Paul then noticed a new detail.

''Like what's you see~?'' Gene smirks, His voice was now different. Deep and Husky sounding. Gene now stood before Paul hovering over him snapping him out of his dirty mind. He now see's that the transformation is complete.

Gene looked like a actual demon now.

''U-um...'' Paul stammers, he looks down and see's not one but two big fat cocks. He didn't know what to say too distracted by what he see's.

It Freaked him out honestly, it did. But he was willing to help gene out with this since he agreed. Paul hadn't had sex or masturbated in months due to a grueling schedule and he needed a stress relief session badly, so this would probably help him a lot.

''It's eh...Nice..I guess.''

''Nice, what do yo-''

''I mean uh....wow.''

''Paul....''

''What?''

''Wow....really?''

''I'm not fucking use to seeing someone with two dicks and looking like the Alien!'' Paul exclaims. ''This is new to me!''

''This is new to me too! Asking someone to help me, it's embarrassing. Your the only one I can trust with this!''

Paul eyes widen.

''You...trust me?''

''Of course, why wouldn't I?''

Paul didn't know what to say or think at that. Gene was the only one who always helped when things were bad, he was there when the band broken up only leaving the both of them to pick up the pieces and start over. He was there when Paul got surgery for his ear, He payed it out of pocket for him.

When they started a new band, Starting to get famous and all. Gene stuck around for a while till he had to go work on movies Leaving Paul all alone. Paul Hated it, but was happy for his friend when the movies made him successful like him and they could finally hang out without problems hanging over them.

Gene trusted Paul and Paul trusted Gene, Making there Relationship blossom through the years. Strengthening there bond with each other through the toughest of times.

Paul showed Gene his most vulnerable self, then why can't Gene do the same?

Paul looked at Gene who was still standing before him, embarrassed and looking away from Him.

Paul sighs.

''I'm sorry, Gene.''

Gene looks back at him.

''It's just this is very different from what we usually do and I'm not sure how to process it.''

''if you don't want to do it, that's tot-''

''No. I agreed to this. the only way you and me can do this, is to process it together. No matter how-.'' He looks up and down. ''-freaky it is.''

''No matter how freaky it is, huh?'' Gene repeated.

''Yeah...''

''.....''

''How do you want to do this then?''

''I don't know, but let's start out slowly. See where it takes us.'' Paul puts his hand on Gene's thigh, it felt weird to feel the skin being so smooth and a little scaly. He looks into Gene's Eyes. ''Ok?''

Gene looks at Paul for a small amount time then puts his hand on Paul's as well.

''Ok.''

Clothing was taken off, piece by piece. Leaving Paul Naked as Gene left light touches as he go not wanting to hurt Nor scratch him. He felt Paul up as he went. Touching his sides lightly, Putting his hand between his thighs hearing Paul gasp when a nail touched his groin.

Gliding across his back, giving him a cold chill. All the way down, Towards Paul plump ass. He gave it a gentle squeeze, his nails going into the soft skin. Paul moaned, Feeling both odd and new sensations.

''You good?'' Gene asked, squeezing Paul's ass more. Paul wraps his arms around Gene's neck, Hiding his face.

''Y-Yeah..It feels different...'' Paul muttered, Face going red.

''How different?'' He asked, pulling Paul's cheeks apart. Seeing his hole, he slides his hand between them. His fingers were near the entrance, without a thought his finger entered Paul.

Paul breath hitches, getting a shock from the finger that had entered him. Feeling the Long nail against his fleshy walls, Gene's finger is bigger than before. Gene doesn't move his finger, letting it stay still so Paul can get use to it.

''How different is it?'' Gene asks again, feeling Paul shiver against him and hearing the small breaths he's doing.

''Very different...'' Paul answered, brushing his hand over his face. Sniffling. ''So fucking different, My god.'' He whimpered. ''I feel so sensitive now...'' Voice becoming shaky.

''is it because...I'm This?''

Paul tears his face away from Gene's neck, Facing him directly now. He's sweating profusely and face completely red like a tomato, he's breathing heavily.

''Yeah...and Your smell. Fuck your smell...

I Shouldn't have sniffed you.''

''Do i smell bad?''

''Not all all...''

''Then wh-''

''It's so strong now, Stronger than before.'' Paul cuts him off, The pheromones that were once small now was Radiating off from Gene like Some exotic perfume that's rare. Surprisingly, Gene didn't even notice anything off about the smell due to being use to it for a couple months. But, now he see's the full effect of it and how it's making Paul act.

Paul was rubbing his cock against him, it was more like humping. Very desperate, like. Paul was leaving small kisses on his neck and shoulders. Whining a little, precum was coming out already.

Gene only touched him lightly and put only one finger inside of him, he expected Paul to be a little undone but not like this. Completely shivering and whining like a bitch in heat.

Now he knows what his scent do to people now.

''G-G-Gene!'' Paul yelled, snapping Gene out of his thoughts.

''Hmm?''

''I Need You! He cried, Pushing Gene down onto the bed. The bed creaked a little, but he didn't care. Sweat was dripping off him. ''Badly! PLEASE!!!!'' He howled, humping Gene more now.

''How badly~?'' Gene cooed, Enjoying the way Paul was becoming already before him. It entertained him, seeing the singer who's considered to be Shy to everyone now being not so shy now about anything. He loved it.

''FUCKING BAD! PLEASE!'' Paul Yelled, loud enough for his upstairs neighbors to hear. His eyes getting all glossy.

''Till you can't walk? Or can't even think about anyone but me?'' Gene Taunted, Growling. His hand grabbing Paul's hair wrapping it around his fist tightly.

''Till you are full of my cum letting it leak down your legs showing everyone who claimed and ruined you?!?!'' He yanked Paul's hair.

''YES!''

''How about Covering you in it, like the filthy slut you are!'' He yanks it again but harder.

''YES!!!''

''USING YOU LIKE A FLESHLIGHT TILL I FUCKING BREAK YOU!?!?'' He growled ferociously.

''ANYTHING! PLEASE JUST FUCK ME!!!!

Gene chuckles, Yanking Paul towards him by his hair. Opening his mouth, letting that long tongue out. Licking Paul's face all over, wet with saliva. Almost letting it go into his mouth by kissing and nibbling on his lips.

They Make out, deepening there kiss. He pushes bits of his tongue in Paul's Mouth teasing him for what's to come later. Paul pushes back but Gene pushes harder.

In the end, they pulled away for air.

''As You Wish, Starlight.''

Minutes what feels like hours pass, Gene lays on his back using his arms as a pillow. Grunting and Moaning, from the pleasure that Paul is attempting to give him. He watches Paul go down on him, trying to deep throat but couldn't due to how big the cocks were.

He watch his mouth half way down almost to the middle each down than back up again. Slurping noises were heard each time he sucked the tip, Rubbing the other one, as he goes. Lips swollen already from how hard he was sucking. He was even rubbing his face on it, from time to time relishing in it's musky scent.

He knew Paul didn't have a gag reflex from experiences but this was different.

For Paul and Even For Him.

He didn't want to push Paul hard down on it, he didn't want to hurt or possibly injured him. He wouldn't forgive himself if he ever did.

He sighs. Placing his hand on Paul's hair, gently stroking and petting him. Encouraging him to suck more. Paul starts to suck more on the other leaving small kisses on it, Gene see's that Paul is wearing lipstick plus mascara. That turns him on more.

Seeing the lipsticks marks and mascara smears on the other that Paul was sucking on before he went to the other more clearly now. ''Goddamn...'' Gene whispered, Tightening his grip on Paul's hair.

He started to wonder about Paul, How was he doing during all these months. When he was all alone, did he get into any relationship or fuck anyone? They were exclusive, but yet he thinks Paul wanted to be in a relationship strictly with him. Both of them didn't get jealous when they slept with other people or dated them, it's just that Paul acted weirdly about it sometimes. Gene acted fine with it but he had to admit he did get territorial when Paul was with the strangest people that Gene thought were shady.

He couldn't forget it when Donna or couple of other women and men broke Paul's heart. it was such a awful to sight see him depressed and even worse when he stopped eating at some points when he was soo down. Gene comforted Paul everyday, taking breaks from filming movies to go see and hang out with to help him feel better. Bringing him some stuff from movie sets that he totally didn't steal to sleeping together.

When Paul was getting better and more stable, Gene took him out on some occasions taking him to places he could afford like his favorite restaurant and even shopping too. When he saw Paul smiled for the first time in a while, he swore his heart skipped a beat. The pure joy on his face, it made that day special.

''Sooo...good.'' Paul muttered.

Gene twitched, he glanced down. Paul took two of his cocks and started to lick the tips of it. He was licking them like it was ice cream, like he was a already a pro at it. Paul rubbed them both together as he licked more, unhinging his jaw a bit. Fuck, Gene thought. Isn't that bothering him? Would it be sore tomorrow? Would he be able to even fuck Paul? That worried him.

''Be careful.''

''I Will, don't worry.'' Paul said, reassuring gene. Flipping his hair around so it wouldn't be in the way when he licked. Gene moved some strands behind Paul's ear.

Paul went back to working on him, stroking the base of the cocks whilst continuing to lick the tips.

Gene also wondered about the symbiote inside him, Gene was in control most of the time but when he was hungry it was a completely different story. When the hunger came, the Alien being came to life. It's quiet most of the time, but when it awakens and it talks to him inside his head or comes out of him it's frightening. He truly doesn't want to kill anyone but if he doesn't his organs will shut down causing the symbiote possibly even him to die, he didn't want to die. He didn't want to leave thousands of fans and Paul. Mostly Paul. Paul was Mainly on his mind.

How could one simple thing change everything he knows and function after like everything was normal?

One day everything was normal then the next everything was hell. He went to go film some scenes, see's his mother, do some business to stopping his car at night in front of what he thought was a wounded person turned to be a whole other being that instantly went inside and changed him into what he is now.

It was hell days after, Night sweats. Couldn't breath sometimes, Pain shooting out suddenly, weird cravings, Coughing violently and so much more that he almost went to the hospital but decided against it multiple times till he fainted one day in front of Paul. Paul took him to the hospital quickly when that happened, not wanting to wait on 911. 911 would have taken too long.

When he was taken to a emergency room due to dehydration and high fever, Eventually going to a coma. When being in the coma, it was total darkness. Gene felt like he was floating or sometimes walking in the dark, He also felt strange like there was someone else in there with him. Just waiting on the right moment to appeared.

Then it Happened.

His body felt different, it changed. His heart and everything else stopped. It was like dying but he felt alive at the same time, he didn't see any anything all he did see was a shadowy figure standing before him then touching his forehead and boom.

He Awoke.

Awakening to his heart beating on the monitor, the doctors talking between each other loudly he could so called remembered and a totally distraught ridden Paul sobbing and hugging him. Holding him tightly as Gene looked around, examining his surroundings as if something was off and it turned out there was.

He was Reborn.

He felt Energized, Smarter, Healthier than he had in years. It was unbelievable, He felt like he could take on everything now and Maybe...just maybe the who-

''gene....'' Paul croaked, snapping Gene out of his thoughts completely. Paul laid his head between the cocks, Lips were big and swollen. smudges of lipstick and Mascara were all over his face, his hair messy. Eyes hazy, lips frowning. ''I can't keep doing this...My mouth...I can only do so much with it.''

''Want me to fuck you now?''

''mhmh...'' He nods.

''I Still Gotta prep you, Paulie.''

Paul whined, letting his face fall completely and started silently screaming plus complaining which Gene found funny, Laughing.

''It's not funny...''

''It Kinda is.''

....

After that Transition, Gene gently grabbed Paul by the legs and change there positions bending Him a little bit. Almost like 69. Holding Paul by the thighs, Paul grabbed onto Gene legs as hard as he could.

''Are you going to finger me?''

''Nope, even better.'' Gene smirked, ''I'm going to use my tongue on you.'' Flicking out his long tongue at Paul who was having a hard time seeing it making Gene chuckle. ''It might feel different than before, So be ready.''

''I'm always, ready.''

''Not everyone always ready, starlight. Not everyone.''

Getting comfortable in the position they were in now, Paul gave him the thumbs up and Gene went to town. Paul immediately jolted from the tongue, licking his insides. The Tongue wiggled inside, Touching his walls. Holding his breath each time, he felt sharp teeth graze his skin.

Gene swirl his tongue around, almost pushing Paul's hole directly closer to his mouth. Paul Moaned, Shaking from the intense pleasure that was happening to him. His muscles tightened. Paul tasted amazing, so fucking delicious! It's been so long since Gene ate him out. He doesn't know if it because of the change or they haven't fucked in months, otherwise he doesn't care.

It Drove him insane, hearing Paul scream and cry out. Asking for more. His screaming was like heaven to his ears. The tongue flicked against Paul's prostate quickly enough sending jolts throughout his body. Gene lifted him up more, completely off the bed.

''Ge-OOHHHH!'' Paul cried.

Gene wrapped Paul's leg around his head, diving in more into him. Paul couldn't hold onto anything, all he could do is dangle in the air and Moan loudly.

Tongue went deeper and deeper enough to cause Paul's belly to peak out a bit, thrusting in and out more harshly. Paul swore and babble to the point he didn't even know what he was saying.

Violent heat spread all over his withering body, Fingers and toes tingle, Head trashing around into nothingness. It's coming, oh it's coming. Arousal rising and rising. Paul can feel his climax coming closer. It's been months, Paul thought. Finally he can cum, finally he doesn't have to use his fingers or some object to satisfy him. Finally, Gene's here to fuck him, hold him and love him. He missed him soo much, it was awful!

Finally Gene can give him a Orgasm, Paul desperately deserves and craves. The orgasm only Gene can give him and nobody els-

Gene stopped.

Fully putting Paul's climax to a screeching halt, dropping him onto the bed like he was a rag doll.

''What the-!?!'' Lifting himself up, Paul turns around. Couldn't believe that Gene stopped of all sudden, denying him his sweet release he craved so much. ''Why did you stop!?!?'' He angrily asked.

Licking his lips across his teeth sensually, Gene laughs deviously. Which scared Paul a little.

''You were becoming too good, Baby. Soo fucking good, I Almost bit you.''

''But why did yo-.''

''I didn't want to hurt you~.''

''But i was almost there!'' Paul whined.

''I don't want you to lose a ass cheek, Paul. We can't have that now can't we? Just imagine going to the hospital, the doctors asking you what happened and what do you say?'' He chuckled. ''Plus your wet enough for me to slide into you.''

''I-'' Paul was about to say something but decided against it. He honestly didn't know what he'll say to the doctors if that happen, what was he's going to say anyway? That a 7 or 8ft alien who was actually a human bit his ass off while getting eaten out, they'll look at him like he was crazy plus it would be fucking embarrassing.

''I don't know...But still you should of let me cum. It's been hard these past months trying to make myself...without you y'know.'' Paul Pouted, mumbling the last part hoping Gene didn't hear him, but he did. Gene looked at him, It confirmed what he had wondered earlier.

Paul actually needed him, needed this. Badly it seems.

''Hey...'' He goes, Paul looks up at him. ''At least I'm here now.'' lifting Paul's chin up, Looking into his eyes. ''To help satisfy you, Starlight. And...''

He Grabs Paul's Ass, feeling him up. Paul blushed.

''Give you the Best the pounding of your life~'' He said, Spanking Paul's ass making him yelp. Then giving him a forehead kiss. ''How does that sound?''

Paul leans into him, Smiling a little.

''Enlightening~.''

Gene fixed his position, Laying against the headboard this time. He heard the bed creak again clearly this time. ''You know, you should really think about getting a new bed. It sounds lik-OH!'' He grunted, Looking down at Paul who was now sliding down onto the first cock carefully as he could. He was halfway down.

He watched the little breathy moans and the slight shivers Paul gave, Paul fell onto Gene's stomach whimpering. ''F-Fuck...'' digging his nails into Him.

''Yo-''

''Don't...'' Paul muttered, Trying to focus. The cock was stretching him, due to how much Gene prepped him. it sent little bits of pain through to him. ''I c-can do this....'' He looks up to Gene, shaking. ''You've done enough for me so far...''

Gene doesn't say a word, nothing. Letting Paul continue on.

Paul slide completely down, taking the whole cock in. He wailed, sagging backwards a little. Gene stared at him In shock, Paul took the whole cock in. Sweat running down his body, his hair all over the place, little whines and also....his stomach. Gene became heated, seeing Paul's stomach. It looked like Paul was pre-.

''Gene do it now!''

''Huh?''

''Fuck me! Move or do something! Please Just fuck me! Paul cried, his voice wavering, shaking more.

And On cue, lightening struck as Gene started to bounce Paul on his dick. Paul rode him as much as he could, feeling the cock hit his prostate.

''You feel so gooood!'' Paul moaned, bouncing more and more. Sobbing. His chest started to bounce along with him, so was some belly fat too.

Gene drooled at the sight of it, Never in his life expecting to see a man with a chest like that do that. He even watched the belly flap too, it was odd to get aroused at that but he didn't care.

His hand reached out on it's own before he can think, it was like it had a mind of it's own. His hand grabbed Paul's chest and started it to squeeze it.

''G-G-Gene!! What're yo-Ah!

The hand squeezed and pinch Paul's nipples, digging into them violently. He panted.

''What big tits you have, Starlight.'' Gene teased, pushing the chest together. Pushing his face into them, licking and sucking them. He pushed his hips up, thrusting up into Paul. ''I swear with tits like these, you could make milk. Sweet and salty Milk, I could drink from you like a god~.''

Paul too distracted from getting fucked, blushed hard and went wide eyed. Not ever hearing Gene say something like that before. Sure, they dirty talk before but this was new.

''Gene, what are yo-'' he cuts him off, ramming up into him. Going closer and bringing his hand to his stomach.

''Just Imagine, Your stomach swelling up my seed till you can't take it. Fucking you until you are baring my child. Your tits would swell till you are leaking with such substance, That I only would drink from you.''

Paul couldn't believe what he was hearing, He knew couldn't get pregnant but this was a whole new level. Milk, His tits, Pregnancy!?!? What was he going about? And why was it working?

He wanted to ask questions right then and there, but decided against it. He'll just ask Gene about it later.

Paul rocked himself back and forth now, Slamming his ass down more onto the cock. Gene growled and grunted, squeezing Paul's chest and Spanking his ass more till it was raw.

It was getting more hot, intense, sweaty.

Paul gripped onto gene, slamming and smashing more. He Knew for sure he wouldn't be able to walk tomorro- probably a week. The Climax was coming into him, he can feel it. The more he slammed it down in him, against his prostate. It was coming, he was holding back his moans. His throat was hurting, his face making expressions that people would think are funny or horrendous.

Wasn't even listening to Gene anymore, Ignoring the filthy things he was saying. He could still feel him pinching and now twisting his nipples. Paul only focused was on his climax now.

''yes...yes...fuck...Almost there...'' He chanted. Nearly at his peak, just one more and he ca-

Gene pulled out, Fixing Paul's position. Before Paul could utter anything. Gene plunged his other cock into him, penetratingly him deeply and jackhammering so fast.

''OOOOOOH-!!!'''

Gene slammed down into him, going completely in and out. Holding Paul's legs tight. He growled.

''Such a Needy whore!'' Gene grunted.

Paul screamed each time the cock went down. His mind was breaking. Thrashing his head around, Legs flailing almost kicking Gene's side.

''GENE!!!'' He cried, sobbing relentlessly. This was the best he ever had and doesn't want it to end. Gene went closer to his face and started sloppily making out with him. Pushing his long tongue into him down his throat, Paul wailed into his mouth feeling the violent thrusts.

Paul's dick was rubbing against Gene's other cock that was previously in him.

''Paul...'' Gene uttered, Paul side eyes him. ''Can...i-erh-Come inside?'' He groaned, his nails digging into Paul making him bleed.

Paul Nods frantically.

''Thank you.....''

Just like that, Gene went faster than ever before. Paul gripped onto him, closing his eyes tightly, Feeling his prostate be hit over and over. And then...

It hit them both like a white flash of light, Gene's Roaring, The Lightening strike, The bed broke all at the same time!

Gene flooded Paul with his heavy load of cum, Stomach becoming bigger cause of it, Paul choked on his scream. Cum gushing out from his hole as Gene completely for the last and final time ram into him. Paul eyes rolled into the back of his head as he spasm. His tongue out, His mouth wide open. His whole body twitched from the aftershocks, and some pain when Gene just bites into his neck right now, letting some bits of blood squirts out.

Cum went everywhere, and so did blood as well. Trailing down Paul's neck while Gene was lapping it up with his tongue. Blood filling his nostrils, Making Gene crave it more. Doing small thrusts into Paul as he licked his neck clean. Hearing small moans and cries from him.

''Shhh..your ok.'' He gently whispered.

Paul couldn't keep his eyes open, too overwhelmed with his release, the side of his neck a little swollen and Gene filling him. He couldn't even move or think. too tired and satisfied now. He felt like he was in space, The orgasm was mind-blowing. Gene pulled out, letting a stream of cum leaked out all over the place.

Gene rolled over, Panting. Transforming back to normal, Paul was laying on him. That was too intense, Gene thought feeling extremely better now. Breathing slowly now, he looked down at Paul. His eyes were hazy, Muttering some unintelligible words he couldn't understand but he understood the next ones he said.

''i love you.....i love you...i love you...'' He repeated endlessly. Gene wrapped his arms around him, petting his head gently.

''I love you too, Starlight.'' Gene nuzzled him, purring deeply.

''D-don't ever...Leave me again...''

''I Promise, Starlight. I Promise.''

Paul trembled as he moved his head to give Gene a kiss, it was a weak one but Gene took it and strive with it, murmuring sweet things to each other till Paul pulled away, letting his head rest against him.

''gee-eene.....you owe me...a new bed....'' He uttered just before he fell asleep in Gene's arms.

Gene chuckled, pecking him on his head.

''I will get you a new bed too~.''

Hours passed as Gene and Paul slept peacefully, the rain stopped and so did the thundering. Everything was all quiet till....

''Is that your Mate, human?''

A voice was heard.

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This was kind of inspired by certain venom animations, i'm a sucker for some monster/Alien fucking!

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that-headcanon-girl · 1 year

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Being Steve Roger’s best friend

A/N: steve is honestly one of my favourite characters bc he is so kind and if I could be his friend in real life I definitely would! Sadly none of us can so i wrote some headcanons about what it would be like to be steve’s sweet, introverted and bookworm bff! Enjoy!

you constantly make fun of him

i mean who can blame you he’s hilarious and he doesn’t even know it

he’s also your best friend

and he’s very strict

that means no cussing, violence only when needed, pls eat and get enough sleep

basically he’s the only authority figure you have in your life

and since you’re already 25, sometimes that gets on your nerves

you love to (playfully) mock him

steve: damn!

you: sTeVe wAtcH youR mOUTH oKAY!

steve: oh just shut up y/N!

you: hey! noT IN THAT TONE YOUNG MAN

steve: *rolls eyes*

steve is like a mom

no bc he literally is

when you’re going out he always carries the most absurd stuff with him

band aids, inflatable chairs, reese’s puffs (yk bc of sweets and sugar which gives you concentration and totally not because he’s addicted to them), double sided tape (adhesive on both sides cause you never know), tweezers (again you never know) and so much more

he is also the kind of friend who always listens to your problems and actually has great solutions

yk, a mom

whenever he comes over to your apartment, he randomly starts cooking something for you because he knows that sometimes you forget to eat

whoopsie

between missions and stuff things just get stressful and you don’t like to cook so you just forget about it until you get hungry

you try to hide your hunger, sneak an apple out of the conference room’s kitchen, steve notices, gets slightly angry and cooks you something

I mean, it works for you

steve is definitely the extrovert who adopted you as an introvert

steve is a really sophisticated, serious, honest, superhuman and reliable man and you’re just the shy, sweet and socially anxious bookworm also with superpowers who he drags to social events

he does not like going to parties without you

so he always begs you to go with him

and even though you HATE parties you still go with him bc how can you resist his puppy eyes

this man is good at convincing

and you always leave when you start to get overwhelmed / overstimulated

you constantly try to find steve a woman

“look, steve, steve, stEVE! you see that woman over there? Isn’t she cute?

but he just laughs and says:

“Y/N, you know I’m not looking for a relationship right now.”

“I know Steve, I just don’t want you to be alone so much.”

“I have you!”

and honestly, you’re more than enough for him <3

in a positive way of course

sure you can be annoying when you start rambling about your books but steve secretly loves it

when you go on missions, he’s always surprised about how strong and courageous you actually are

because when you’re not currently fighting the evil, you’re probably sitting on your couch reading a book and eating ice cream

preferably alone

or with steve

when you’re not doing that, you’re training, of course

but never usually with the others, you like doing it alone

otherwise you feel watched by the other avengers and you know they’re not doing that but sometimes you feel a little judged by them

bucky, natasha, bruce, sam, thor, wanda

they’re all so strong and sometimes you just feel a little weak

which you’re not

anyways since you’re always training alone steve and the other avengers never actually see how good you are

(which also makes them contemplate sometimes if they should keep you on the team because you’re always isolating yourself and only spending time with the team when needed)

so they are always very surprised on missions but also proud of you

some people assume you and steve are a couple because you’re so close

you’re often seen together

going to the theme park, getting dinner, getting ice cream, you wearing his hat, going to karaoke bars together

it could be interpreted as “very suspicious”

and the press thinks so too

but you could never be together because ew and again, steve is like your mom and you’ve just known each other so long

they just can’t deal with the fact that you’re just friends

you especially don’t like that they treat the avengers like a soap opera

whenever the press sees you in public steve just tries to shield your face or walk in the other direction

you have a ritual that you always cook or bake something together on weekends

since steve always cooks for you, you wanted to learn some recipes too in case he gets sick

which is rarely the case because he’s a supersoldier

but when he does, you are able to make some soup for him without burning the whole kitchen down

he’s also protective of you

when you’re on missions he always keeps an eye on you

he knows you can handle yourself

it’s just that he could never lose you

you’re his best friend after all

and since you’ve never really had a man in your life like a boyfriend or another guy friend or a brother

he’s very confused when sam tells him that he likes you

but he wants you to be happy so of course he plays matchmaker for the two of you

when you get married, steve is your best man of course

and you’re the one who’s the happiest for him when he goes back in time to spend his life with peggy and returns as an old man

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katsukidynam1ght · 9 months

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I see!

Ok I’ll answer the questions you asked and then try to give some details from my experience.

what did you eat?

I was vegetarian so I was provided with a modified diet, which the hospital will do for anyone if they are worth they’re salt. They had a meal rotation that I didn’t ever see, but we didn’t get the same food everyday at all. Breakfast usually came with oatmeal, some sort of starch (toast, tater tot’s, occasionally some pound cake), fruit, and juice or water. Lunch could be things like a sandwich, soup, or pasta. Dinner could be similar, but they also served things like burgers and pizza. Dinner also came with a diet soda and vegetables. All the food was served on cardboard trays in plastic or cardboard dishes. The utensils were plastic and they checked to see if you gave them back when you were done. Normally, I think meals would have been eaten in the cafeteria, but I was there during covid so we ate in our rooms at the little desks we had to avoid large gathering. They gave out snacks right before lights out, which were usually things like cheese and crackers or yogurt and more diet soda.

were the staff friendly?

Staff was very friendly, most kids are scared of them when they come in, but if it’s a good hospital the staff are going to do their best to work with you. Mind you, most hospitals are underfunded and don’t have good recourses, so staff can be unavailable to help you or unable to get you something even though they want to because of this. They will remind you of the schedule if you ask, they will help you find something, they will get you shampoo, soap and towels if you need to shower, all that. Staff had to unlock the door if we wanted to use the bathroom btw.

did anyone have nightmares?

Some people definitely did. If you wake up panicking or screaming staff will definitely check on you, they aren’t allowed to leave you alone if you’re in that sort of state. If a patient was upset, staff would ask them if they had a plan to calm down, what they were going to do next, then give them steps to calm down “breathe in, count to three, breath out. Can you tell me how many books there are in this room? Breath in…” they didn’t leave until the patient was visibly not crying, not screaming and able to confirm that they were ok and wanted to be left alone. If nightmares are bad enough it’s causing concern for doctors, they can prescribe sleep aids or sedatives.

was the door shut when you slept?

Most of the night, they did check in every hour or so until midnight. A nurse will quickly open the door, if you are asleep they will leave, if you are awake they’ll ask if they can do anything for you. The doors had small windows but there were covers on the outside that they rolled down at night. There were always staff sitting in chairs in the hall at night. Some patients weren’t allowed to be left alone so they had staff in the room with them or just outside their open door. The hallway lights were dimmed but never turned off because staff need to be able to work and get around in an emergency. The bathroom doors were supposed to be unlocked at night so you could go without getting staff, but sometimes they were still locked.

what was the routine like, and was it difficult to live without one afterward?

The routine went something like this: you wake up at 7 am. They bring you out into the hall, everyone lines up infront of this machine on wheels. They use it to check your vitals, blood pressure, heart rate, temperature. They’ve got a little clamp for heart rate, it goes on your finger, blood pressure uses the standard arm band that inflates, and they had a thermometer that they held to your forehead to check temperature. All of these need to be in some sort of acceptable range, I don’t know exactly what, but if they are not they retake the tests a few times and if they are still not normal they send you to this sort of mini doctors office. They had more equipment there, an iv, needles, ect. If everything’s normal they send you back to your room until breakfast. (If you take medications in the morning they will first send you to the ‘med window’ where a nurse will hand you your meds in a little cup and some water, usually they ask you to open your mouth to see if you swallowed, but sometimes they forget or just assume you did.) you get breakfast served in your room (you would go to the cafe and eat under normal circumstances, but covid so) and then around 8 am they start the day. If you were there during the school year, they sent you to ‘school’ for about 3 and 1/2 hours. It was a little classroom inside the building, ours was at the end of the hall where our rooms were behind a locked door. The teacher would give you simple assignments, maybe a math worksheet with some multiplication, maybe a paper to read on whatever topic the teacher picked. If you were able to get assignments from your normal school online, then you could work on those on an iPad they gave you. (If you were there during the summer they sent you to the game room for that time) once those hours were over you went and had lunch for a half hour. After that we had group therapies for another 3 and 1/2 hours. These could be lots of things, drawing activities, question and answers with the therapist, coping strategies, ect. You could refuse to participate, the staff would remind you that patients who participated always got out faster, but they would leave you alone in your room if you insisted. You could read books if you opted out (which you can bring in with you) but you couldn’t go to the game room until after group therapies were over. Once they were over, a nurse would unlock the game room and you could go in there for the rest of the day. They had a tv with Netflix and some video games (pretty much only Mortal Kombat.) you could also play Spotify. They also had some iPads in the back of the room, some tables for card games and board games and some couches for reading. You would stay there until maybe 7pm, then you left and ate dinner, then you milled around, or read in you room, or showered and brushed your teeth until 9 pm, when they turned out the lights. There could be variations in the schedule, like some patients were allowed to go outside for an hour after group therapies, and some days you went and met with your social worker and psychiatrist to discuss progress and plans for returning to the outside world, and sometimes you got phone calls or someone came to visit you (if that happened you would meet in your room until they left. Visiting hours were from 11 am to 6 pm.) they do have you make a routine for you to follow after you leave so it’s not totally gone, but it can definitely be hard to readjust.

how did they handle it if someone threw up?

They called a janitor to clean it up, and then they went and checked your vitals. They also asked some questions while they were doing that so try and figure out what caused it (or if you had induced it on purpose.) sometimes it happened because of medications patients were on, in that case you would meet with social worker and psychiatrist to figure out if you needed a medication adjustment or change. Although sometimes it would take a while to meet with them, because social workers and physiatrists are almost never available on the weekends.

So here are some smaller details from my experience. All the pens they gave us were bendy, you can have as many journals/notebooks as you ask for (well, not infinite but they will give you quite a few) the schedules could be personalized and were always able to be changed or modified. And getting out is a long process, it doesn’t happen in a day, usually it takes about 3 to get everything figured out, but it can take much longer. You can get water or extra toothpaste or a toothbrush or shampoo or soap or towels or have you clothes washed whenever you ask. (if there’s staff who aren’t busy) sometimes it does feel like a prison, and you’re sobbing and crying, other times it feels totally normal, and this is just another day. Lastly, the experience can be very different for everyone, some hospitals are very different from mine, sometimes it’s nothing alike, but generally they have similar structures and follow similar policies. Good luck and happy writing!

i seriously don’t know how to thank you enough. your reply is absolutely everything. all of the detail!!! i was on the phone with a friend when i saw this ask and i babbled about it for thirty minutes because it’s so beautifully long and specific. damn near cried. you are an absolutely amazing human and even though i understand being on Anon i wish i knew you so i could say thank you a million times over!!!

is it alright if i ask a few more questions based on your response? if so i’ll put them here, if not just ignore!

you said you had a vegetarian diet!! this is extremely helpful to me as i am utilizing that in my fic somewhat, so if you’d be willing to provide some of those examples (did you have plant-based “meat” or something else?) i’d love to hear about that!!

i’m so happy to hear about the supportive staff. were they referred to by first names or something else? was it common to befriend a particular staff member (or a few) as a result of constant exposure, and were you allowed to confide in them? did they have serious conversations with you?

what topics weren’t allowed to be discussed with other patients? obviously ones about harmful behaviors and things, but anything else?

what were the rules like regarding physical contact between patients?

was the facility relatively clean? what were the showers like? did you shower one at a time or were there multiple shower stalls, and how much privacy were you afforded?

you mentioned bringing books was allowed. did you bring your own clothes and other such items or did you get anything from the treatment center itself?

how did staff handle scars or other physical injuries? were they trained to care for those as well?

did residents ever fight one another? what was the response to this?

some patients were allowed outside time — was this in an enclosed area? how supervised was it? did the facility feel relatively cozy or very sterile like a hospital?

again, thank you so much for all the help you’ve given me so far. i had lots of things right it seems, but your answers have given me more details to add and i am so beyond excited to include them and increase the accuracy of my fic.

if the above questions are too much, i totally understand — i’m really asking a lot here (and honestly the more you answer the more i’ll probably ask. my curiosity is as insatiable as my writer brain) but if you’re willing i’d love to hear as much as you can give.

you are absolutely wonderful, Anon, thank you so much for sharing your experience for the sake of my story :’))

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #kats asks #kats answers #bakugou angst fic #regarding the bakugou fic #idk what other tags i had on that one ugh #pertaining to the bakugou angst fic #probably

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journals4546 · 10 months

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11/24/08

Here is the truth, what I do not write in my journal. My journal is honest also, but a separate honesty, one I would allow Ryan to be a part of. The truth in this side journal is for myself only, what I would not allow him to know.

The truth is, I have slept with four guys since Ryan & I broke up, in the six months since I have moved back to Iowa. JLove, a few days after the fourth of July, a disappointing dance brought on by the intoxication of a simple night, the kind you’d remember in the latter of your life as just… perfect. The night at Big Creek, with JLove, Racha, Meanz, Krystal, Brandon, & others, boating, midnight skinny dipping in a secluded cove, live music, an ecstasy achieved not by libation but by the simple perfection of the night. Conclusion coming with naked cuddling with JLove in his bed, which turned into sex not out of attraction but a certain loneliness, missing Ryan, my eyes clamped shut & seeing his face, imagining it was he who was pounding into my body, though Ryan was never as awkward as JLove. With Ryan our bodies moved to the same rhythm, one I can’t seem to find with any else. No orgasm on my end, no reaching the height of pleasure. Forgettable.

Then Jon Leopold, one boring, drunken night in Ames. A way to pass the time. Nothing worth remembering but the regret. Maybe only done to see what it would be like to have bedded one of the most popular guys in my school, a reason too embarrassing to admit to anyone. Leopold is the stereotype of all high school jocks - cocky & popular, with a future of drowning out his ten bastard children & job at the gas station with the beer that gives him his spare tire around his waist, looking fondly back on when girls used to giggle to be pinched on the ass by him. I think Bitchtoria put it best when the next day she asked me, “So how disappointed were you?” A night I’d sooner erase from my memory. Funny how attractiveness in youth causes cockiness, in middle-age brings an inflated sense of entitlement, & in old age begets gratefulness.

The third, my own private secret only Racha knows, a half-asleep nocturnal two-night bout with Nich. “I don’t want things to get weird.” “Trust me, that’s not something you need to worry about.” Neither time did he seem to enjoy it (though he instigated it), & it was only a form of stress release for myself. An end to our late-night cuddling parties, as apparently he did let it get weird. Not a bad way to spend two nights, but not worth how disconnected he’s seemed since, like he was afraid to be alone with me, as if he’d feel obligated. I don’t understand; after the second tryst I had no further interest in having sex with him, & I’d never behaved any differently than I usually did, I’d even stopped flirting with him. But ever since, our relationship has altered from the great state it once was in, & this saddens me.

The final, & by far most gratifying, satisfying person ironically, was just a boy, eighteen years of age, still holding onto that innocent sweetness that I’m sure will begin to dissipate in about a year or two, when the hardness of the world begins to slowly retard his zest for life. He is the new roommate of the friends in the apartment above mine: tall, muscular, swooped white-blonde hair. He is almost translucent, he reminds me of the yellow-haired boy in the film “Elephant.” A bourgeoning hippie with a taste for metal music & hockey, a very boyish masculinity, smokes pot & drinks rum straight. I met him for a moment in my living room the same night I went to the bar with Fake Plastic Dave, & then again two nights ago in James & Dylan’s apartment. We flirted, he loved my dimples & I could tell he had found an idol in Nich. He & I were up long after the rest had left, playing my SuperNintendo, he was thrilled & amazed that I still had one.

Then yesterday at work I texted Dylan, “So… I know it’s very eighth-grade of me to ask you, but… What’s up with your friend?” Dylan gave me his number. I messaged him “Are you at the apartment, because I want to play some Mario!” Awhile later when I’d gotten off of work, he messaged me back, “Who wants to play? I’ll race you to the room!” I laughed, told him I had to get dressed first. He told me no way, we’ll play naked! Too late, I responded.

In the midst of a movie, with James asleep on the couch & Dylan in bed, Blond & I were on the other couch, bundled up in blankets. Too shy to be bold, I began texting him on the phone, being flirtatious & coy. I was definitely rusty, not having had to flex those muscles since Ry & I first met. It seemed he also had just gotten out of a relationship recently & was not looking for it again. I told him I was in a similar state, & only looking for non-awkward fun. He jokingly asked if I wanted to do the “triple-B-D” (Racha-speak for “boom boom banana dance,” or sex) & I responded “Are you really asking me that through text?” Later, after a short silence, I asked him, “Wanna cuddle up?” & he responded with a smart-ass “Are you really asking me that though text?” I laughed, told him aloud I was shy, & he said “Well come on over here!” So I did.

We eventually went down to my apartment, got in my bed to “watch a movie.” He took his shirt off at one point, & I was breathless at the beauty of his body, in its prime, a small amount of chest hair as blond as the hair on his head, & a darker patch of hair beginning around & below his navel. Flat stomach, not deathly skinny as JLove but not chubby, muscular but soft. Absolutely beautiful. Ryan’s body is warm, comforting; I take comfort over beauty any day, I’m always intimidated by beauty, as much as I enjoy it. His beautiful body was in stark contrast to my own scarred & misshapen battlefield, tangible proof of experiences he probably couldn’t fathom yet in his innocence. No matter how old I get, I will always lose my breath at the visage of a perfect eighteen-year old male body, its ripples, muscles, flanks, hair, hips, forearms, collar bone. I could lay down in worship of a beautiful form like Blond’s, I’d never seen quite as flawless a specimen, the build that results from years of hockey, working summers in construction, & a diet of pot, rum, cigarettes & fast food.

After a bout of more flirting & coy teasing, he suddenly turned over & began kissing me, hard, quick, barely stopping to breathe, his hands running all over my body, lightly, then adding more pressure. He was somewhat shy until this moment, quiet unless spoken to. Here, he seemed more in control, confident. His lip ring pressed into my bottom lip & I immediately thought of Ryan.

I believe my favorite, most addictive sensation is that of right before the point of entry, that flushed, tingling, rushed anticipation. I like to draw it out, suspended in ecstasy, eager endorphins rushing to my head, making the wetness between my legs flow thick as honey. The previous three men failed to allow me even a moment of that enjoyment. With Blond it seemed to last for twenty minutes, when in reality it was probably no more than two or three. He moved at a leisurely pace, as if we had all the time in the world; he took his time exploring my ragged body, leaving a trail like electricity everywhere his fingertips traveled. A young boy, eagerly pawing a new toy. There seemed to be an unexpected grace in everything he did, like it was all one fluid motion. And then, entry, the feeling of fullness, a sense that my body was no longer my own, not in my control, every slight move a source of pleasure. The feel of strong muscled arms holding up my writhing body, rigid until orgasm, then limp, weakened until the sensation had passed & the energy returned in search of the next heart-shaking explosion, eruption. His body convulsed, shook in a rapid succession that sent jolts of pleasure through my insides, when I rode atop him & he was thrust as deeply as possible inside of me.

Still entranced by his beauty, I did not mind bowing my head to him, taking him into my mouth, as I do with others. Even his penis was beautiful, large, throbbing, tasted only of skin, not sour as others can be. He & Ryan are the only two experiences where I felt enjoyment in that act, which for myself seems so much more intimate even than copulation, more personal. I wonder if it was only his beauty that made it pleasurable for me, a joy & not a burden, when I would never otherwise perform this task for someone I had only met twice before, or was it some other reason I’m consciously unaware of. Something about him reminds me of the relationship I had with the Asshole, before its terrible demise.

After the act & its conclusion, we were relaxed, tired, comfortable with each other. Jokes were made about the parallel between his former hockey career & the hat trick he performed that night.

After he left, I collapsed, satisfied, exhausted, into my pillows now caked in sweat, & slept hard through the night, better than I have in months.

A text to Racha before I closed my eyes, “SO. WORTH. IT.”

Then I woke this morning in a great mood, a smile on my face, a bounce in my step. I played hooky from work for a few hours, I needed the rest. Not much could ruin this good mood for me, not even Nich laughingly telling me he’d read the texts I’d sent & received. Embarrassment didn’t redden my cheeks, I’m sure I practically glowed from the previous night. It was exactly what I’d needed, a night of good sex with a beautiful body, after these cold months of loneliness.

I haven’t seen him yet, gone upstairs, or ran into him in the halls of our apartment building. I’m not horribly rushed to see him, this is the part I hate. We made a deal not to let it get awkward, but I have no idea whether he’ll keep to it or not. And although I would not mind repeating the experience, I’m not sure if he’d be interested. Also, being the young, unassertive guy he is, I’m not sure he’d even tell me if he was interested. I don’t have much faith that he & I will share a similar relationship as I did with the Asshole, as easy & carefree, able to just call each other up & put out the invitation.

Yet, were we to achieve this level, what would happen if or when Ryan were to actually make good on his promise of a visit? Would Blond get weird? Would Ry catch on?

No; Ryan will never know about this, there is no reason for him to know. We are not together (his choice, not mine), & I’m certain that if he were to do something with someone (if he hasn’t already), he would never tell me.

Blond had wanted to discourage me against a relationship with himself; I felt like telling him, “dearest, there is but one boy with whom I would ever have a relationship, & not even you with your beautiful body are within lightyears of measuring up to him.”

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folkloreguk · 3 years

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French Class [6]

A/N: You guys might want to whack out your love song playlist for this one…I cried writing this BYE I'm posting this from my grave!!

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), fwb, f2l?, college!au, fuckboy!bias, nerd!reader, ANGST, smut

words: ~ 3.8 k

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You: can I come over? I kind of need u

H/N: you need me huh…you’re lucky I’m home alone

It always starts differently. Some other question, or a subtle message of telling him you’re bored, or a flat-out confession of being horny. The ending is always the same. You, naked in his bed. You just had to get there, and things were easy when you were already on his dorm’s doorstep.

The moment he had opened the door, you had fistfuls of his hair between your fingers and attacked his mouth in a feverish kiss. He made a noise between a laugh and surprise but reacted quickly. His lips parted right away, letting you in, and you tasted mint from the chewing gum he liked so much.

“Let me- at least- close the door,” he mumbled. “Jeez, what’s gotten into you today?”

You stepped aside and mirrored his grin. He was acting surprised, but the way he instantly locked your lips after he had shut the door told you he was enjoying this as much as you were. You ran your hands down his torso and along the side of his thighs. His happy hum only poured oil into the fire, and you saw no reason as to why you should have kept your clothes on any longer. In minutes, in the middle of heated kisses and clumsy chuckles, your clothes were discarded, and you were left in your underwear. You stumbled into his bedroom in a tangle of arms and legs and heads barely pulling apart.

“Will you tell me about the date you had today or are we skipping over that part?” he asked, as he pushed you down by the shoulders onto his bed. You groaned a little, not even knowing where to start.

“Didn’t go well, huh?” he asked. Only a few nights ago you had consoled him after his failed date, now the roles were reversed.

“That’s one way to put it,” you said. He was climbing on top of you now, and the weight of him between your thighs still did the same things to you it had done the first time. There was one of his random playlists playing quietly from the speakers, but you were both too occupied to even consider switching the music off. You weren’t in the mood for a chat, not when he was biting and sucking bruises into your chest, pushing aside your bra just enough. But you knew he wasn’t going to let it go this easily.

“Tell me about it or I won’t take one more piece of clothing off your body,” he threatened. You shot him an are-you-serious-look while he only blinked at you innocently, like he was awaiting your response.

“Fine,” you groaned. “But hurry, now.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, before unclasping your bra and throwing it to the other side of the room. “Go ahead, I expect a story.”

You had rolled your eyes at him, but when he sucked on your nipple all of a sudden, and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud ever so perfectly, your eyes moved to the back of your head involuntarily. And, before he could complain, you started to retell today’s events.

“Alright. First of all, he acted all gentleman-y. Pulling back my chair at the restaurant, letting me have a look at the menu first, letting me order first, asking me if I was okay with our seats because they were in the sunshine, or whether he should have requested we get a different in the shade table, blah, blah, blah.”

With the lewd noises he was making, kissing your chest and fumbling with your breasts, you almost wondered whether he was paying attention to you at all.

“I’m waiting for the plot twist,” he chuckled. “If he had been this great, you wouldn’t be in my bed right now, would you?” He was now on his way to your lower regions. Your breaths came out shaky when he gripped your hips with familiar fingertips and placed a few kisses there, right above the material of your underwear. Nonetheless, you had to continue your story.

“Oh, it’s coming,” you said. “Because I suspect, the only reason he was acting that way was to compensate. For the fact that he was an hour late.”

He stifled a laugh, and you slapped his head playfully. “It’s not funny! I stood outside that restaurant on a busy street like an idiot for an hour. During exam season!”

“I wonder, if studying is so special to you- ,” he said. He tugged on your underwear, and you barely cared about his words when you were already imagining his mouth on your pussy. “Why aren’t you at home right now, doing just that?”

“Too frustrated,” you groaned, spreading your legs, practically inviting him in. “You don’t get it. That was only the beginning of the date. It gets worse.”

“Oh, damn,” he laughed, and you were going to slap him again. Harder, this time. But his tongue kitten-licked over your clit and you didn’t dare interrupt him further.

“First of all, he turned out to be boring. An economics major. And look, I’m not generalizing, I’ve met some cool economics majors. But when I said I never really understood the whole thing with inflation and deflation, I wasn’t asking for him to explain it to me. I know what it means, I just meant to say money is the root of all evil,” you said, little moans slipping inbetween your sentences. He laughed whilst sipping on your clit. You couldn’t be mad at his laughing anymore. In fact, at the sound of his chuckles, your own lips curled into a smile, too. God, he was so good with his tongue.

“But turns out he loved money. Like it was the sole reason he was doing anything. When he showed me his gold watch I almost yawned,” you continued.

“Dating a rich guy can have its upsides too, though,” he said, but you knew he was joking. He was running the tips of his fingers over your core, and you whimpered at how badly you wanted him to put them inside of you. You loved watching him, loved feeling his hair tickle the side of your thighs and having his free hand laying on top of your hipbone. The familiarity of it all, his little habits, made your heart heavy, so full of emotion, all of a sudden. But you had to snap out of it.

“Not this guy. He kept saying these lowkey sexist things I won’t repeat now. It’ll only make me mad again. He was one of those who thought money would buy him a girlfriend. And I was really trying to see the good in him…only there was none,” you said.

“Alright, I’m starting to understand why you needed some cheering up,” he said. “Good thing you’re at the right place. I know just the thing.”

At this, he slid his digits into you. You hummed and dropped your head into the plush pillow. Slowly, you exhaled, happy you finally got to relax after being so upset. But of course, he had to interrupt. Again.

“Did I say you could stop? Was that the end of the story?” he said. How did he expect you to form a coherent sentence? He fingered you gently, but the slowness of it all only drove you crazier. You felt every tiny sensation, every new bit of you he touched.

“No,” you sulked. “Fuck, it feels so good.”

“Go on, then,” he encouraged you, grinning because he was proud of your reaction he had caused.

“Fuck- okay. He was super shitty to the waiter. I’m talking about criticizing everything. This man had the audacity to complain about the food. I’m not a food critic, but I swear the food was amazing, there was nothing to fault at all,” you said, and then whined when he switched from licking your clit to sucking it between his teeth. You knew he was doing this on purpose. To make speaking harder for you.

“Oh my god, H/N. Wait, let me finish this. Not only was he horrible to the waiter in person, but he also made fun of the waiter’s appearance behind his back. And all along he expected me to find him funny. I used to think he had a sense of humor but not after today. Blech.”

“At least you got a free dinner?” he said, and without awaiting your answer, went back to work. Your head was spinning in pleasure, and you could only laugh sarcastically at his suggestion.

“Yeah. And after that train wreck of a date, he really thought he’d get to stick his tongue down my throat,” you said.

“Did he at least ask permission?” asked the boy between your legs.

“Mhm…but I told him I don’t do that on the first date,” you said. “Safe to say there won’t be another date, though.”

He looked up now, laughing more than before. You grinned, mainly because the sight of him was so cute. He folded his hands on your belly and put his face down onto your skin to giggle. In no way could you be upset or urge him to keep giving you head. In fact, you had forgotten about all of that for a while, as he seemed to enjoy your misfortune a little too wildly. You should have been hungry, eager to have the half-naked boy inside of you. Yet, you laughed at the way his breaths tickled your stomach and when he finally made eye contact, it was a wholly different sort of hunger which overcame you. Instead of the heat he usually made you feel, it was a comfortable warmth that was in your chest. It reminded you of a bonfire or of drinking your favorite hot drink on a cool autumn day.

“I want to watch you come,” he said, casually. “Were you close?”

You were so lost in his trustworthy, dreamy eyes, you almost forgot to reply. Quickly, you nodded and hummed.

“I would have already come, had you not pestered me to tell you all the details of my date,” you said. The way his cheeks beamed when he smiled made you feel as if your insides were turning into mush.

“I’m sorry. I’m your friend, aren’t I allowed to ask how your day went?” he asked.

“Of course you are,” you said. The word ‘friend’ echoed off every wall in your head until you wished you could have deleted it from the dictionary.

“I’ll make sure it feels extra good now,” he said, kissing your stomach. You shivered as you watched his gentle lips move lower, to your hips and the insides of your thighs. The touch felt like butterfly wings on your skin, and the tardiness of it made you impatient. When his tongue came in contact with your clit again, you sucked in a breath of surprise.

He tried to start slowly, but then you gripped his hair tightly, and carefully pushed him further. It was something you did often, a way to tell him you wanted more without having to use words. After all this time, he understood perfectly. Your clit was between his lips and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pleasure. It felt incredible, creating a funny sensation in the pit of your stomach. His fingers grazed over your slit until you were whimpering and shifting your hips, trying to make him hurry.

One of his digits slid into you easily, curling against your sweet spot, and it hit you only now how much you had missed him between your legs since he had stopped a few minutes ago. It made you feel as though you were suddenly overwhelmed with all of him, but you were willing to let the heat crash over you if it meant you could be close to him.

“Am I making it up to you now?” he asked as he pulled away merely for a breath. “I’ll turn your day into a good one after all.”

In a different tone his words would have sounded like the exact thing one would have expected to hear from a fuckboy in the bedroom. He could have boasted and bragged endlessly about how great he was with his tongue and fingers – he would have been right – but he didn’t mean it like that. You could tell from the uprightness and the authenticity in his voice that he really was doing his best because he wanted to make you feel better and turn your day around. Because you were special to him. Or so you desperately hoped.

Your legs wrapped around his shoulders as if you were trapping him between your thighs. But he was right there, and he would gladly stay for so much longer, and to say it puzzled you was an understatement. The boy who belonged to everybody, who was known by all of the campus, was treating you like you were royalty, and not the other way around. You moaned, his name inevitably falling from your lips. He added another finger and the slightest stretch made you lose your mind for a split second.

“That guy could have never made you feel this good, could he?” he suddenly asked. Your initial response was a helpless whine. You had been so close, and his talking had interrupted the otherworldly bliss for a moment.

“No, never,” you then whimpered shortly. ‘No’ was such a tiny word. It could barely encapsule what you truly meant to say. Which was that it would have never even gotten that far. That other guys couldn’t even have you at all. They didn’t get their turn to try and beat him. Not as of lately, at least. That you didn’t so much as dare to think about sleeping with other guys. That even before you had gone on the date, you had known it wouldn’t lead to anything. No guy could let you develop an interest on him in the same way the boy between your legs had done it. No other would be able to kidnap your brain like that. H/N was always there. Even when it was only you and your sex toys, you would automatically pretend it was him getting you off. You were so far gone that it was embarrassing how long it had taken you to admit it to yourself. But it was a colossal thing to confess to him, and you would never do that. Rejection would hurt a billion times more than whatever it was you two had now.

Your heart was racing as you closed your eyes. You had been so lost in thought, it was wondrous you hadn’t fallen yet. But you were right on the edge, making your breaths come out like puffs and a string of moans and swears sound from your lips. He too had stopped talking, concentrating on the task at hand, and judging by the way your back arched he was doing one hell of a good job.

“Oh my god- “ you whimpered. “I’m so close, H/N.”

This time he didn’t reply, which was for the best. Only a few seconds passed until you started to quiver and whine beneath him. You were going to outer space behind your eyelids as your high rushed through you. Your fingers curled and tightened in his locks while your legs clenched around his head. He was quick to pull your thighs apart again, still not being finished. For long seconds you swam in pleasure, with nothing on your mind but bursting stars. He was heaven, knowing precisely how far he could take it until you were too sensitive to take any more.

When you were at that point, he finally pulled away and looked up at your crumpled form. There was a lazy smile playing in the corner of your lips and your vision was hazy after having had your eyes closed for a while. He climbed up your body until his chest was against yours so he could really look at you.

“I get all of this without ever having been on a single date with you? I’m so lucky,” he said. You only smiled at him, at a loss for words. What were you to say? The two of you were clearly past the awkward dating stage already.

“I’m lucky you let me come over all the time,” you said. “I would have expected the campus fuckboy to be busier. To not have an empty spot in his bed every night.”

“Ah, shut up,” he said. “I’d rather have you here than a girl I don’t know at all. Look, I’m really tired so I don’t know how this will go…but can I?” He was on his knees, a tent visible in his boxers. With a questioning look, he was tugging them down his legs now.

“Of course,” you said. As you watched him roll on a condom, your ears perked up. Did that song have to come on shuffle just now? The coziest, most romantic love song you adored so much? You knew if you looked him in the eyes you’d be done for. But there wasn’t anywhere else to look when he settled between your legs and held up his weight with his forearms. His eyes were deep enough for you to get lost within a second. Distracting yourself was impossible. The one last thing you could do was to reach between the two of you and guide his length into you.

The song’s chorus came on, you looked at him once again, and suddenly you were all his. You didn’t need to tell him so. He thrust gently, almost carefully, like he had never done it with you. Your heart hammered against your ribcage so vivaciously, you wondered whether it had turned autonomous and was now trying to jump out of your body, onto his skin and through it, so it could nestle next to his own heart.

Neither of you spoke. Yet, there had never been so much chemistry, such a heavy amount of uncommunicated emotions between the two of you. You were ready to hang on his every word, should he decide to speak up. In your head rampaged a billion sentiments you needed him to know, but there was no option to express them adequately. Perhaps there were simply no words in the English language to declare your feelings for him.

Small whimpers and moans left your lips only for him to hear. Sometimes he moved a little quicker, gifting you with the most perfect sounds he could make. And to know you were the cause for it sent you into overdrive. His mouth was right above yours. If you lifted your head slightly, you could have kissed his sweet, sweet lips. But you were so afraid. What would he think? You had never kissed him during sex. Not softly, like you wanted it so terribly.

Even worse, you craved so much more than that. You wanted to pull him in, envelope his mouth in your own, crawl over the edge of his lips and reside in his chest for safety. Because that’s what he was. Comfort. Reassurance. Home. How foolish you had been, pretending this little fling would lead to nothing more. You really had told yourself this would work. No feelings. Just fun. You couldn’t deny having fun with him. He was the best company you had ever known, and he had become your most precious friend quickly. It was as if you had only been waiting for the silly, flirty boy to sit across from you in the library and make weak advances towards you.

The love song tuned out slowly, replaced by something more sensual and sinful. In accordance with the new background noise, he gripped your hips a little meaner and went faster. You barely noticed how his breathing had sped up as he was getting closer to his orgasm. A trance had overcome you, transfixing you on his godlike features and how much it hurt to know you couldn’t call him yours. In your head you were made for each other. They always said to date your best friend, didn’t they? You could try to turn back time, go back to your first meeting place, at the party. See if things would turn out different. But you knew they wouldn’t. As much as your fear tried to suppress it – you would take the same path again, stumbling head-first into his arms and letting him into your life like a crashing wave of laughter and heart-crushing conversations.

Now you reflected in despair, how he had taken your heart in a storm, without having to try too hard. And worst of all, you were okay with it. Your heart was secure with him, you thought. The feelings yearned to be spoken out loud, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“You feel so good,” he said. “Always, so fucking good.”

He snapped his hips against yours, burying his cock deep inside of you and all you could muster was a hum of agreement. This is what you got for keeping him at arms-length from the beginning. Wasn’t it you who had challenged him to be friends and only that? Perhaps you would be okay, so long as no one else called him theirs either. You could go on like this, letting him use you for sexual relief and making him laugh when he needed it. Gladly, you would take the pain of not being allowed to love him with your whole being if it meant you could see him whenever you wanted. Exposing those silly emotions would wreck your friendship and you wouldn’t let it happen.

He grunted and only then, when he lowered his head into the crook of your neck and moaned your name, you realized he was reaching his high. Softly, you cradled his head in your hands, as if it was the last time you could hold him like this. When he put his forehead against yours, he had his eyes closed and his chest was moving steadier than before.

“You’re the best,” he whispered. “Stay the night?”

Should you have gone home, and missed him all night? Would you have regretted saying no while you curled up in bed with no Cheshire-cat-grin-boy to hold? Or were you to remain in his bed, and pray you would survive the torture of not speaking your mind? His skin radiated the most wonderful warmth and you wanted to trace his lips with your eyes until you fell asleep. That’s how quickly it was decided.

“Okay,” you answered.

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𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂!

izuku midoriya | tw!guns, single mom!reader, bouncer!izuku, domestic stuffs, tit sucking, mommy!calling ah, AND daddy!calling oh my, breeding kink, breaking the bed (futon). minors dni!

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“When’s the last time someone touched you like this, hmm?”

The alley is dark.

There's a disconcerting feeling as you step deeper into the quiet darkness,

You turn to look at the door you entered this dank place from, but it's just as dark and grimy as the walls. You're almost positive that if you rested a hand against them, it would return pitch black, and if you stood in one spot for more than five minutes, the sticky booze would glue your heels to the floor. You're surprised when it doesn't.

"Hand over your wallet and no one gets hurt, pretty lady."

He's a smarmy looking bastard and as thin as they come. It’s clear this isn’t something he does on the regular, the pointed gun quivering so much you worry a trembling might slip and pull the trigger. And you fucking freeze, blood running below zero and heart plummeting because why you?

And fuck, you’ve got a kid at home with a babysitter, and there are many outcomes to this situation, none of them too cute.

"I said hand it over," he grunts, pressing forwards. Your back hits the grimy brick wall as your eyes dart to the mouth of the alley, where life continues, where cars race past, but no one sees a damn thing. Fuck. Fuck.

And it's not like you have much—hell, you may be a mother, but you know how to party. You squeeze your eyes shut, grip tightening around your purse as you clumsily fumble through it and the man steps closer. You toss all you have to his feet. A fucking twenty. He raises an eyebrow before eyeing your watch. He lets out an unimpressed snort.

"That it?"

You nod, taking a shaky step back.

"Well, that ain't fuckin' enough."

There's a click and you're positive it's him turning off the safety. His face twists like he's about to shoot a bullseye, and you squeeze your eyes as tight as they can go.

Until the looming shadow of the stranger disappears, followed by a sound that's distinctly skin on skin. Er—skin on bone.

You don't watch the fight. Frankly, you don't want to, and you still get to hear your protector spew a litany of curses and disrespectful phrases that should really only come from someone's mother. You don't even open your eyes, still screwed shut with a vice grip around your purse and wallet.

"Um, excuse me Miss? Are you alright?"

Your protector's eyes are much bigger than you expect them to be—and green. You realize you remember seeing those eyes, hardened from across the club.

He's hesitant to touch you, hands rising and falling and rising again. Though you suppose a hug seems like it'd be a little abrasive, it also sounds like the exact kind of thing you need right now.

"U-Um, yeah I'm..." you start, before noticing your attackers body bloodied and wrapped like a pretzel on the ground. "...Fine..."

He sounds like he's going to pass out—he doesn't.

"We should um, we should get you home," As he speaks, the greenette shuffles you out of the alley and into the streetlamp light, blinking himself out of something before holding a meaty hand out of formality. "I'm Izuku by the way. Izuku Midoriya."

For such a big guy, Izuku seems rather timid, and yet, seeing him at the entrance with crossed arms in a black tee and a scowl in the club doesn't give you much insight into his personality. Which makes you wonder why he became the club's bouncer in the first place.

"Um, nice to meet you," you nod, trying to suppress the shake in your hands as you take his. "Y/N."

Izuku smiles at that, and even though you're a regular, you've never actually seen him beam on the job. "Cool! Cool, so...um, I don't really feel comfortable letting you walk home...alone..."

You nod—he panics as if you aren't already on board.

"'Cause it's like, a conscience thing, you know? Like, I really won't be able to sleep tonight otherwise," Izuku defends, shoving a clumsy hand in his green curls. "B-But if you don't feel comfortable with it, or something, that's totally fine! I know what you just experienced was horrible, and you probably do—"

"Izuku."

"Yeah?" He perks up. It seems as if the circuit his mind runs finally comes to a stop.

"I'd...feel more comfortable if you walked me home. Too."

Your innards ache at the stiffness in both your voice and figure, but Izuku doesn't seem to notice. Instead, he beams, standing ten feet taller, and you think—yeah. You'd feel much safer if he did.

"O-Okay! Cool!" He confirms a bit stiff himself, and then, in a smoother motion, holds his hand out to take. "Shall we?"

Your red palm claps over his, and you snort quietly, "We shall."

You two walk in a surprisingly comfortable silence for the beginning of the walk—you lead the way and he silently trails behind, glaring daggers at any passerby with lingering eyes as you march on, unknowing.

"So um, do you come to Club 777 often?"

Which is a question you know he knows the answer to, completely aware you almost come every Saturday. But you smile at his attempt to start a conversation anyways, hands tucking underneath your armpits in search of warmth.

"Yeah, sometimes. Just trying to get out and stuff. Y'know, away from the kid."

"I get that," he nods with a smile, before tugging at the hem of his hoodie. "Oh! Are you cold? Here—wait, let me."

He shucks it over your head and your positive it messes up your hair. But you find that you don't care much, especially in favor of the warmth that it provides.

And then, "You have a kid?"

"Yep," you say, tucking your fists into the jacket pockets. "A big two-year-old potato waits for me back home."

"Oh," Izuku chortles at your description before tucking his hands into his jean pockets too. Licking his lips, his eyes dart to the street, "I...assume your boyfriend watches him for the night? Or husband or whoever."

"Uhm, not quite," you chuckle towards your feet, though it's a touch acrid. Izuku picks up on it immediately.

"Oh I'm so sorr—I didn't kno—"

"It's fine, Izuku really—"

"I—but I shouldn't even be assuming what if you had a wife or girlfriend or—" he takes a second to gasp, and your eyes widen in fear that he'll choke, "—or if they're nonbinary or—"

"Izuku," you knock him on the shoulder and he finally shuts up. "It's fine. I get it all the time."

He falters, but at least he seems to relax. "Really?"

"Yes," you giggle behind a hand, and the greenette smiles at it.

"O-Okay, cool."

Flecks of gold swim in Izuku's green irises and you find yourself noticing them now, suppressing the urge to advance closer for a better look. You stare long enough to watch his smile relax into a comfortable line, but you snap out of it once he kicks a rock, the sound of the gravel skittering across the floor tugging you out of your reverie.

"I'm not very good with kids, y'know," he says as an afterthought. You snort.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I mean," he scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. "Like what am I supposed to feed it? French fries?"

"Toddlers aren't it's, Izu." You can't tell if he flushes from the nickname or from what you said, but either way, it's enough to prompt another laugh. "And maybe start with baby food?"

"Ah," Izuku nods, and you guide him in turning a corner. "That would make sense.

"It would."

By the time you stop in front of your red front door, it's almost three am. You figure you caught Izuku right after he got off work, if the cheesy All Might sweatshirt you're wearing is any evidence of that, but either way, he looks like he's about to fall flat on his face.

"You can stay for the night, if you want," you offer, albeit meekly, and Izuku lifts two hands with insistence.

"Oh! No no no please, I'm fine," he shakes his head so quickly his curls bounce in a flurry, and you genuinely worry he's going to pass out when he tries to blink himself awake. "Just...not used to staying up this late is all."

"Then stay," you offer with a shrug, and your orange porch light flickers. "It's the least I can do. I've got a bed and a futon, and I'm fine with sleeping on either."

"I..." Izuku's green eyes flicker towards your door before back to you, "I really shouldn't. I'm a stranger an—"

"And I'm offering."

Izuku's eyebrows fold with the dilemma, but you grab his hand with a tug and a smile, while your free one shoves the keys into the door. "C'mon. Let's get you some rest, yeah?"

You can't tell if Izuku blushes or if it's just the lighting, but either way, his chest inflates in protest before deflating in resignation.

"Okay."

With a smile, you turn the doorknob. Your door has always taken some shoulder to get open, so you don't hesitate in shoving your collarbone into the hardwood. Izuku cringes at the sight.

"Mama!"

Your hit in the legs first, nearly stumbling back with a quiet oof. You look down to see Max wrapped around your legs like you're a fucking jungle gym, grinning with two missing teeth and a bandaid over his nose.

It's three am.

"I'm done," your babysitter grunts. "He doesn't listen when I tell him to bathe, eat, anything—I fucking quit."

And with that, they slam the door behind them, house rattling under the pressure. You sigh. There goes another one. Fuck.

"Well that wasn't very nice," Izuku grumbles under his breath disapprovingly. You smile at the arms crossed over his chest until Max peeks around your legs to see...

"A new daddy?"

"I—no, baby," you fight the embarrassment (and the urge to say you fucking wish) by picking the little one up by his armpits, smiling when he thrusts his hands in the air and goes weee! After he's comfortably cradled in your arms, you say, "He's just staying the night."

"Like daddy did!" Max defends with a giggle before rushing the greenette with open arms. Izuku just looks at you with a shrug before kneeling to take a hug to the chest as Max chants, "New daddy! New daddy!"

And, well. There's no stopping him now.

You peel your heels off your cramping feet and sigh at the fucking freedom, toes uncurling from the scrunched position it feels like they've been holding the entire night. You curse under your breath when you realize since Max is awake you've got to put him to bed too, and honestly, if you knew this babysitter was going to be just as useless as the others, you would've just let Max run fucking free while you lived life for a few hours. Not like that outcome would be any better.

"Alright Maxie, c'mon."

You take him away from his celebration with the greenette and though he pouts, he allows his mother to gather him in her arms.

"Do you um, need help?"

You turn to see Izuku awkwardly shifting in the doorway from the request, hands behind his back with pursed lips. You shake your head.

"Oh no, it's fine. I just have to put him down really quickly and then I'll be—"

"Mama, I'm hungry. I want chicken nuggies." Max loops his arms around your neck and tugs so hard you worry about your bones. You shake your head with a sigh and a pout.

"It's too late for you to be up, bud. You can have chicken nuggies for lunch tomorrow. Sound like a plan?"

But goodness. In this state, it'll take hours for him to relax—and you still have to unfold the futon for Izuku.

Max whines and kicks his legs but doesn't say no, meaning he's not really that hungry, he just wants to stay awake. "But—but what if new daddy's gone in the morning like the last one?"

Fuck.

"Max," you sigh, giving him a light shake so his matching eyes look into you yours. You speak a little softer, "Izuku's not your new daddy, okay? He's a houseguest."

Max's face drops. "Not eve—"

"No, Maxie," you sigh, squeezing him on the shoulder. "Now let's go to bed, okay?"

"I can—I can put him down if you'd like! So you can get into something more comfortable and stuff. I mean, I've never worn a dress but sweats are so much better, you know? Or shorts, or...whatever you wear to sleep."

You understand the many points he's trying to get across, one being that's he's not a creep, just a nice guy, and you suppose you and Max can live in your "new daddy" fantasy for a little longer. Even if you know this one will be gone by morning.

"Um, okay yeah," you say, voice a little thin, before handing your child over to the greenette—who bounces into his arms excitedly. "I'll be back, then? His room is down the hall to the right. The one with the race car bed."

Izuku's eyes narrow as he processes your directions. "Down the hall to the right—okay! I'll just go take this little guy to bed, then."

"Okay, thank you," you nearly bow, because Izuku just saved both of you so much time and he doesn't even understand how. "Oh! And good luck."

"Good...luck?"

"Yep!" You say with a wink and a pat on the back before scooping your heels and booking it back to your bedroom with a cackle. Time to get out of this dress. Fucking finally.

You realize that being alone is much more unsettling when you've had a gun held to your head today.

Every little noise just seems off, like it could belong to something more than it actually does, even the silence; you find yourself shoving your head through your t-shirt abnormally fast, eyes blinking to take a survey of the room to ensure that you're alone. You are. It's fine.

And that's what you tell yourself when you close your eyes to run a wet rag over your face, and again with the dry one. All of a sudden, you don't like the way your bathroom window faces the open backyard nor do you like how dark it is outside. You don't like how big your bed looks, and goddammit, you haven't even gotten into it yet.

Pushing all uneasy thoughts aside, you stumble out of your bedroom with a fresh face and a new outfit, stilling in Max's doorway when the greenette doesn't notice you. Resting against the frame with crossed arms, you smile.

"I do so like green eggs and ham! Thank you! Thank you, Sam-I-am. You know, when I was a kid I—oh, he's asleep."

Izuku tucks the snoring boy in his lap under the covers with a gentle grin, pulling them underneath his chin. The greenette takes a second, watches Max's chest rise and fall a few times, before ruffling the tuft of hair on his head with a snort, and walking away.

You don't even think Izuku sees you until he practically sashays out the door, winking, "Good luck, huh?"

To say you go red in the face from that is an understatement.

"How do you do this?"

"Do what?" You ask as you pulling the futon in your living room forwards. Izuku yawns before gesturing to the clock with a shake of his head.

"Take care of a kid, and work, and go to a bar every Saturday evening? It's four am, and something tells me you've been up for a while. I'm practically dead and I wake up at one pm every day!"

You chuckle at that, jumping on the bed with your hands and knees to ensure its lays flat...and ensure that it won't make an Izuku sandwich at seven in the morning. "You build up stamina after a while, I guess."

"No shit," he gestures to you as you utilize the entire length of your body to put the sheets on the mattress. He would help, but you told him no, insisting that he'd only make this take longer. "Are you sure you do—"

"Nope," you huff, clapping your hands together. "I'm done."

Izuku blinks at the made bed, to you, to the made bed again, and then back to you with wide eyes.

"Mommy magic."

"I—" you blink towards the ceiling to see if that even makes sense, but you figure fuck it, it's four am, with a snort. "Yeah, sure. Whatever you want to call it."

In reality, you feel like you're about to pass out.

"Um, so I don't really have pj pants and I don't think you'll have any that'll fit, so..."

"Yeah no, I definitely burned all the shit my ex left—"

"Aha okay, cool, um, so just boxers...are fine...?"

He looks down at his black jeans and back to you, raising an eyebrow. You toss a nonchalant shrug in return, and you hate to say it, but your inner school girl goes—dick outline.

"O-Okay, then," Izuku says, and you watch his hands curl around the waistband. "I'm just gonna—"

He shucks his pants so hard they hit the floor, and your eyes widen because...well...looks like he's just gonna do it then.

Until Izuku's hands rush to cover his crotch (which you weren't peeking at, you weren't) and you realize that maybe you should've stepped out of the room or something.

"U-Um—that was fast—"

"I thought—thought you were going to uhm, turn around," he flushes, a funny contrast to the way his muscles fold under that black shirt, and your feet move to turn around like he ordered you to do it.

"Sorry! So sorry," you try to apologize, but now his dick print is burned in your brain, and...it isn't that bad.

"It—It's fine! I'm in the bed now so, you can turn around."

You laugh awkwardly and scuffle to turn, as you do, and Izuku beams at you from the bed with a wave.

"Hi," he says, his lower half-tucked under the covers. You wave back.

"Hi."

Izuku's eyes dart to you living room tv before the come back to you. "So uhm, I guess this is goodnight?"

"Oh right," you perk up at that, hands rubbing the sides of your thighs like there's something on them. "Time to go to bed, right?"

"Uh, yeah!" He nods, chest shuddering before he says, "so uh, sweet dreams?"

You smile tight at the kind gesture, and your hands opt to pull at the hem of your shirt instead, eyes drifting to an old pile of records you haven't regarded in months. "Thanks! You...too?"

Izuku smiles, though his eyes drift, "Yeah..."

You beam back. You figure you should probably go now, or something, until you think of something and slam a fist into your palm. "Oh! Also, I meant to thank you for saving me. I'm not sure if I did that. Did I do that?"

The greenette shrugs, "Uh, I think so?"

"Okay! Okay. Cool," you nod, flashing a tight smile. "Mmk. Night Izuku."

"G'night."

And see, you would move—except it seems as if your feet are glued to the floor and won't move no matter how hard you try, to the point where it feels like your straining and they're going numb, and yet you're still staring at Izuku's pretty fucking face.

"C'mon," he chuckles, scooting over on the futon to make extra space for you. "If you take all day, the beds gonna get cold, and then I'm going to have to crawl into yours like a creep."

"Oh my fucking god," you snort one breath and move to flick off the lights before stumbling through the darkness for the futon. "You're so weird."

"Weird in a good way, I hope," he lifts the blanket and you slide under—and swear your knee grazes his before it's snatched away.

"There's no weird in a bad way," you say once you've settled comfortably, tucking your hands under your head as you lay on your stomach. Izuku mimics your position, though he takes up much more of the blanket, and you find that it drapes over you like a tent over his shoulders. Neither of you close your eyes, for some reason.

"Hi," Izuku whispers.

"Hi," you smile back.

"Okay," he huffs, face twisting in determination, "Now it's goodnight."

"Right," you nod, but your eyes don't close. "Goodnight. Of course."

"Don't let the bedbugs bite," he says with a chuckle, and you can't tell if his eyes flicker to your lips or if you imagine it. Either way, you look them just in case.

"I better not have bedbugs," you snort. "I clean this place like a motherfucker."

Izuku's nose twitches at that with a nod. Moonlight pours into your living room and colors his pale skin silver, though you figure it won't take the sun much longer to color it a strawberry pink. "You really do. It's...different when it's quiet."

"Yeah," you agree, placing your hands on his chest. It shudders under your palms. "Kinda personal, huh?"

"Mhm," he nods, and though his hands wrap around your wrists, they never pull them away. You lift an eyebrow.

"A bad personal?"

Izuku doesn't hesitate, breath nearly ghosting your lips as he says, "Hardly."

"Would you..." now it's your chests turn to shudder, and sliding a hand up to play with his ear, you bite the bullet. "Like to get more personal?"

Izuku's lips melt into a grin against yours, "I'd love to."

His lips are softer than you thought.

Maybe because you assumed all of him was a bumbling mess, including his chapstick application; but they're fucking pillow-soft, and you don't realize how deprived you are until his hold around your body turns from protective to sensual and you melt from his heat.

"Fuck," Izuku huffs between kisses, growling when your grip around his neck tightens. "Watching you from across the club for weeks can do a thing to a guy's patience, you know."

"Oh?" You snort as he presses enthusiastic open-mouthed kisses down the column of your neck, hot and wet, and painful once his teeth dig into your collarbone. "A-Ah, Izuku—no marks."

"O-Oh! Sorry," he pulls away, lips red and swollen, and shiny with spit. You smile at the reaction.

"'S okay, Baby," you giggle at the speed to which his muscles go lax, and his eyes droop to your chest when you scratch the back of his head.

"Can I—can I suck your tits?"

He asks so bashfully it's nearly innocent, and you find your eyes dropping to your chest along with his before you're ditching his All Might sweatshirt all together.

"God," Izuku's eyes flutter as he gathers your breasts in both palms, groaning at the sight. "They're fucking perfect."

You shudder as his thumb ghosts a nipple, and Izuku dips an experimental hand under your lacy bra and pinches. Hard.

Your thighs jolt and hands fist the sheets, and a moan comes from the back of your throat before you can stop it. Izuku's hand rocket to cover your mouth.

"Shh—you don't wanna wake him up, do you?"

You shake your head, but it's hard to keep quiet when your nipples are as sensitive as they are. Izuku doesn't seem like he really means that statement, though, lowering his head with a devilish grin as if he knows that for himself.

“Sensitive, Mommy?”

“O-Oh um,” you flush at the nickname, and even more so when his lips close around your nipple and suck. Tangling a hand in his hair, you sigh, “Yeah, a little.”

Izuku hums at that, eyes fluttering to watch you bite your bottom lip in a poor attempt to muffle a moan, hissing as his teeth dig into the hardened bud. He pulls off with a slurp and moves to the other, but not without a few kisses across your chest.

“When’s the last time someone touched you like this, hmm?” Izuku nearly growls out before biting into the opposite nipple, and you shudder as he dips a scarred hand down the waistband of your shorts and panties. He chuckles after sliding a finger through your slit. “So wet for me.”

“It—It’s been a second,” you sigh, grip tightening around his shoulders as he slides a finger in. Even Izuku has to bite a lip at your tightness in anticipation, mouth descending over your nipple once more to send frissons of fire up your spine.

“No shit,” he grunts around your nipple, curling his finger. You gasp. “Think I can fit another one in there?”

“Why don’t you try?” You giggle, but it dissipates into nothing but air as he does, his two fingers filling you up enough to elicit a sigh.

“How’s that?” He breathes, face hovering over yours. As your hands coil around his neck, his free one reaches for your inner thigh and pulls it back far enough to give him a better angle as he presses you into the mattress.

“Good, it’s good,” you nod, and your hips start to move on their own, bucking forwards as if there’s any more finger left for you to fuck. (Spoiler: there’s not.)

“Good,” he breathes, eyes going glossy as he watches you writhe under him. You're positive that you're carving painful red lines into his back, but considering the way his eyebrows fold every time you do, makes you wonder if he doesn't mind. "Fuck I can't wait to fuck you—I can fuck you, right?"

"No Izuku, I'm just letting you finger me for fu-u—fuck."

He slides in a third finger and for some reason, it burns a little—but the burn only makes your eyes roll further, and he's stuffing you with a chuckle.

"What was that?"

"I-I—you're not pla—playing very fair," you huff, chest shuddering as he tilts your hips higher for a better angle. You suppress a scream when his fingers curl, jolting forwards at such a speed it makes the futon creak. Izuku tightens his grip around your waist to keep you from going too far.

"No one said anything about being fair, Mommy," he teases, and you whine when he removes his fingers, tapping them against your lips. "C'mon, you gotta get 'em wet so I can fuck you, right?"

You nod at the idea, enjoying the idea of being filled up much more, and coat his fingers to the point where they're dripping when he pulls him out. Izuku's chest rumbles.

"So good for me," he purrs, using your spit to coat his cock before he's sliding his head between your folds—you shiver, grabbing onto his back again. "Ready?"

“Mhm,” you nod, spreading your legs further—though you swear they do that on their own.

“Oh my, you’re um...tight...”

You whimper from the stretch and look between your legs, eyes widening upon seeing that Izuku’s much bigger than you had anticipated. Or had been warned of.

“F-Fuck, I can’t—“

“Shhhh, it’s okay, just a little more, okay?” Izuku nearly whispers into your lips as his hands move to rub your shuddering sides. Your eyes screw shut, “Jus’ a little more, Mommy...”

Izuku pushes deeper and you’re being split in half—because what else could that burn be—but you’ll admit, the feeling of accomplishment you receive once he bottoms out is surreal.

“Good—Good girl,” Izuku’s nearly quivering and plants his hands on both sides of your head with a huff.

“I-Izu,” you whimper as he starts to move, feeling impossibly full no matter how far he pulls out. Izuku shudders, mouth rounding into an ‘o’ when his hips slowly start to gain rhythm, and though it’s loud, you know the creak of the futon is unavoidable. You squeal as his head hammers into your cervix, pulling out a wanton Daddy before you have half a mind to shut the fuck up. You nearly freeze, and yet, all Izuku’s hips do is speed up.

“Yeah? Want me to be your new Daddy?” He moans, and you dig your nails into his back with a nod. The greenette curses at that, biting his bottom lip and his hand drops between your legs to rub at your clit. With thighs seizing around his waist, you slam a hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet.

“Fuck—I make you feel that good, Mommy?” Izuku nearly wheezes, eyes suppressing the urge to screw closed, “So good you can’t keep your pretty mouth shut?”

“Y-Yeah, I—“ you gasp when he lifts your hips off the bed for a better angle, hands fisting the sheets. “Harder, Daddy—“

“Oh Mommy, if I go any harder I think I might break this bed,” he says, borderline bashful, but you find yourself saying fuck the bed as your hips buck in search of a feeling he refuses to give you. Izuku’s chuckle strains as he says, “So needy, Mommy. You that needy for my cum?”

Clawing at his back, you try your damnest to stutter out a yes. Izuku chuckles at your desperation before he cuts himself off with a groan, eyes rocketing to where you’re both connected as you tighten around him.

“F-Fill me up, I wanna—“

“You want another baby, Mommy?” Izuku pants, and you’re so close you start to feel a buzz in your thighs, praying he isn’t too far behind. You nod vehemently with a gasp and his lips slide into an exhausted smile, "Fuck, of course you do—and you’re gonna take me so well, aren’t you? All of it.”

Izuku finishes his sentence with a growl, pressing you further into the mattress—it squeaks like a squeaky wheel, and when it thunks a level lower both of you yelp, the back of the futon thumping on your hardwood floor with each thrust.

“Told ya,” Izuku wheezes, eyes scrunching in a chuckle. You return it.

“It—It’s old anyway,” you reply, but your eyebrows fold as quickly as they unfold from the crash. The creaking futon increases in pitch as his hips pick up the pace, “Fuck—fuck Izuku I’m gonna cum.”

“What’s my name?” The greenette challenges, and you find yourself shivering at the dominance he exudes. The finger on your clit disappears and you whine, knowing damn well you can’t cum without it.

“Daddy—Daddy please—“

“Good—fuck, so good for me,” his hand returns to your clit and you sigh at the feeling. As the coil in your gut threatens to snap, his hips speed up, and Izuku pants, “We’re gonna cum together, yeah? Cum with me Mommy, c’mon—“

“Fuck!” You drag red lines down Izuku’s back as you quake under the weight of your orgasm, broken bed whining as Izuku thrusts all his weight into you. Digging his teeth into your shoulder, the greenette cums with a broken moan, hips stuttering into yours for the final time that night.

The room fills with a comfortable silence, minus the panting, and Izuku rolls onto the mattress next to you with a bounce. It creaks, whines, and then drops again, catching both you and the greenette by surprise. (Again.)

“I think—I think we broke it,” Izuku says towards the ceiling as he catches his breath. You giggle at that, hands laid across your sweaty stomach, and turn to him with your head in the pillow.

“Gives me an excuse to buy a new one,” you say with a shrug. Izuku chuckles back.

“I guess,” he teeters his head to both sides. “I can...also pitch in, if you want. Since I broke the thing. Technically.”

His offer sounds apprehensive as if he’s encroaching in your space, as if he hasn’t been all up in your space less than a minute ago. You smile. “I’d like that a lot, actually. Thanks.”

"And um, breakfast? I mean," he snorts, though it seems rather defensive, and his eyes rocket to the ticking clock on your wall. Your eyes follow: five am. "I mean—fuck um, I feel like this might be weird but I think you're cool? Um, yeah, so breakfast, I can make it if you want because you're so busy being motherly and stuff and plus, it's Sunday but again, if you don't wan—"

"Izuku," you giggle, wrapping your arms around his gut with a little squeeze. "Breakfast sounds nice."

The greenette beams and his chest stutters. "O-Okay cool! Cool, cool. Breakfast then?"

You snort, driving your palm into his face to shut him the fuck up. "Goodnight, Izuku."

Izuku giggles, getting the message, and coils his arms around your shoulders to provide a comfort you haven't felt in a very, very long time.

"G'night Mommy."

#— 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 #CLUB 777 #izuku smut #bnha smut #mha smut #midoriya smut

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I Know (Part II)

Pairing: Changbinxfem!reader

Genre: smut

Warning: mild stalking, stripping, phone sex???, mutual masturbation, semi-exhibitionism, a tiny bit of corruption kink, and an even tinier praise kink, switch!changbin, switch!reader

Words: 2.8k

Extra Notes: like I’ve mentioned in the last part, everyone is above the age of 21 (think senior year of college age), so thats that. I’ve also noticed that the lyric is not that related to the story, but oh well :’) anyways, hope you enjoy this

And baby, I know, I know whatever city you’re in, you’re still the boy that I’d pick…

PLEASE READ PART 1 FIRST BEFORE THIS !!

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This is no way representative of the way Stray Kids act. They’re nothing but references of character, and in no shape or form is this how they act. And I am in no way romanticizing or glamorizing any toxic behavior exhibited, they’re just stories that is meant to be read. Readers discretion is advised.

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Changbin’s calling me…

What in the world does he want to talk to me about in this ungodly hour? It wasn’t late, but it certainly wasn’t early enough for a call like this. I looked back at the window and I still see the curtains still closed, assuming he was out or maybe in another room. I answered and put the phone in my ear.

”Hello?”

“Hey, (y/n)! I just wanted to call to check up on you,” he said, “how are you?”

Damn, he only called for innocent intentions... Why is he so damn cute?! (y/n), you got two choices to respond back; you either respond give him a nice sweet response, or you give a sly yet friendly comeback. It can work—

“(y/n)?” The voice out of the phone took me out of my inner self’s debate.

“Yes! Yes! I am fine,” I said, embarrassed and mentally facepalming myself. This is not doing well, he already thinks I am a creep and a loser. Or maybe not, since its seems like I heard a faint chuckle and the word “cute,” followed by, but that could just be a figment of my imagination. “How are you?”

”Oh, I am good, just came back from hanging out with Chan and Han,“ changbin responded, there were shuffling in the background so he could be doing something while on the phone, but what is it? I wouldn’t know. I heard him and Chris mentioning a ‘Han’ in our conversation we had while preparing for my apartment, so that name is familiar, however the owner’s not. “You should meet him one day, I think you both will be good friends.”

”Woah there, you better take me to dinner first before I meet your friend,” I teased. Keep it going, (y/n), you’re on the right track, you’ve definitely caught him off guard, like you always do.

“Give me a place, time, and date, you’ll get that dinner, or maybe I’ll let Chris take you.” Changbin nonchalantly said, oozing confidence just by his voice. That bitch… Always makes it harder for me than it already is. As if he saw my blushing reaction, he began laughing.

“What’s wrong, princess? Cat’s got your tongue?” He said it in a low voice. Usually, I would gag if anyone—let alone a man—calls me princess, but with him, it felt different. It felt… arousing? No! No! (y/n), get a grip!

I rolled my eyes and laid on my back to be more comfortable, “What is it, Changbin?” I said, changing the subject, “What is that you wanted to call me at 10 p.m?” Yes, pretend like he didn’t just call you princess in the sexiest tone of voice you’ve ever heard. Totally would work.

”I told you, I just want to check up on you,“ he confessed but he also paused to say something further, “and also I am bored and I kinda felt like talking to you. I’m not wasting your time, aren’t I?” Although I couldn’t see him, he does however sound really sincere with his words. I don’t want to sound naive, but he sounded truthful.

“No,” I shook my head, “you really didn’t, besides I just got out the shower and was just scrolling through instagram.” I said, looking down in my nails.

”Oh, really?” He said, “were you going to sleep?”

”No, I stay on social media for a long period of time, I don’t sleep that easily“

”I see,” he said, but then he stopped talking. As the awkward silence has erupted between us, I started to think more about the first time I saw him and how I felt. While I thought it would be better for me to tell him later on and on person, but this balloon inside of me was getting bigger and bigger as guilt is inflating it. I sighed and started to speak, “Hey Changbin.”

”Yeah?”

“Can I confess you to something?”

”Tell me anything, doll, I’m all ears.”

Dammit! You’re not making it easier.

I bit my lips, “uhh,” I am glad he wasn’t looking at me, grimacing and slapping my head.

”You know hitting yourself isn’t gonna help,” as soon as Changbin uttered these words, my heart sank. My eyes widened as I got up and looked out window. His curtains were open, and it showcase a very, very pleasant show.

I see Changbin, sitting at the edge of his bed, facing me as his black shirt was fitting his form really well, especially with the semi-flexed arm that has his phone near his ears meanwhile the other arm was holding the elbow of the occupied arm. He was look at me straight at my eyes when we made eye contact, and fuck, was that an image to look at. As I looked like a deer going through a headlight, Changbin tilted his head in confusion, but he still had a smirk, “what is it you wanted to me?” he said through the phone.

”I-I“ I stuttered. At this point, I’ve lost all sense of dignity and my self thought, I am about to get called a creep by a good looking man I met not too long. Here goes nothing.

”I may have invaded your privacy,” I said, which caused Changbin to furrow his eyebrows in even more confusion, still having a slight smile to it. “What are you talking about?”

”Ugh, Changbin, I saw you half naked when apartment touring numerous times!” I yelled in frustration, as he kept pushing my button. I looked away, not bearing to look at him, as I closed my eyes out of guilt. “I understand if you don’t want to be friend, even though we met for only a week, but I just couldn’t bear the guilt that I—“

As I confessed, I heard a laugh coming put of the phone, I opened my eyes and looked at Changbin looking down, with shoulders shaking up and down. Now, I have the confused look that he had, “What’s funny?”

“Oh, princess, you have no idea,” He said, still looking down. Me still being bemused, he noticed my silence and looked up at my frowned face.

”I know…” He smirked, while my eyes were widened. Son of a bitch.

”W-wh-“

“I thought you knew that I’m doing all this on purpose, I’ve been trying to catch your attention every single way.” He leaned forward, placing both elbows in his knees, “I thought you were smart, only to be a gullible baby.” He whispered the last part, as I gulped at the last part. God damn, he’s so intense with his gaze. His eyes wandering all over me meanwhile maintaining a very dark yet exciting aura, which typically puts me off but now, I’ve never wanted to pounce a man so badly.

I smirked at him, the guilt I had had fizzled away, only to replace with arousal.

“So you’re not mad?” I looked at him, with innocent eyes, now laying on my side, facing him, as my robe slipped and exposed a part of my shoulder and the upper of my chest. He breathed in, as he was examining me, “no, why would I be mad at you?” He leaned back, as his head was thrown back, neck exposed, placing his free hand on the back of his neck.

God, is he so fine…

”I could never be mad at my precious baby.” He smiled a seductive smile at me, which made me riled up by rolling my eyes and looking up. “You like getting called that, don’t you?” He may have said it in a question form, but it didn’t feel like one, it was rather a statement than a question. “Hm,” I said, looking back at him, eyes half opened out of hunger for him.

We had an intense eye contact, where if it weren’t for the distant and the glass that is placed in front of us, we’d probably be all over each other.

”Has your hang out with Han and Chris worn you out?” I asked, decievingly innocent. Man, the power this man has over me is no joke. He scoffed, “so you’re just going to mention other men like that?”

Ignoring him, I got up, letting the towel that was loosely in my head fall onto my bed, and went closer to the window, “let me relieve you of your stress, if you don’t mind.” I shyly fidgeted on my robe belt. He looked at me up and down, licking his lips, “I wouldn’t mind, if you don’t as well.”

There’s nothing more sexier than mutual consent. (y/n), shut up, don’t ruin the moment.

I smiled and backed away from the window. I put my phone on speaker and put it on the side. I looked back at him, as I held onto my robe belt, he looked at me with a smile. I turned around with a slight sway on my hips, as I slowly undid my belt, slowly exposing my back at him, smiling as I heard a shuddering breath coming out of the phone.

As the robe completely fell off my body, being just in my underwear, exposing whatever secret flaws that has been hidden from the public. I silently gasp at the cool breeze as I held onto my chest, sensing my nipples getting hard. “Turn around for me, baby,” Changbin’s breathy voice echoed all over the room.

We may not be in the same room, and we maybe exposing ourselves to whoever is above and under us as well, but neither of us care. In our eyes, we only got each other, and we’re the only ones in existence.

I turned to him, letting go of my breasts and letting myself be bare, only to see him palming himself through his tight pants, groaning at his lack of full on skin-to-skin touch. It’s like he was waiting for me to tell him touch himself, which proved correct when he said, “please, let me touch myself.”

I smiled sympathetically, and also slightly astonishingly. I have never met a man with such switch like that. His dominating demeanor has faded and been replaced to a submissive cutie, which I obviously seem to admire very much. Pretending to thinking, I sat down, and looked at him, putting my hands behind me, “only if you give me a show too.”

I smirked at his state. He was disheveled, and adorned a beet tint all across his cheeks and nose. He looked beaten, but I loved it, and he does too. He put his phone on speaker too, quickly got up, and rapidly got his shirt.

“Ah ah!” I said, which caused him to freeze, looking at me, desparation was seeping through his eyes. Menacingly smiling, “slowly.”

Which he obeyed, surprisingly patient and sensual, I jokingly remarked that “he got dancer hips,” with the way he took off clothes while his hips moved in a way not many who can control their bodies can. He chuckle, “you should see how it works wonder,” his cocky attitude has made a comeback, which should piss me off but it made the whole thing hotter than it already is.

We’re both in our underwear, looking up at our eyes and looking down at each other’s half-nude bodies. Changbin wasn’t the tallest man I have ever met—not that it matters—, but he got many aspects that makes up for it, and its not just looks or personality. Just by the outline, I can tell that his little guy wasn’t little.

I propped myself with my elbows as I spread my legs, for him to see the wet spot that is stained in my underwear. He grunted at the sight, while I chuckle, “you like what you see?” I faux-innocently asked as I trailed my hand from my neck, making my head fall back, down to the valley of my chest, onto the waistband of my underwear.

“Fuck…” Changbin cursed, admiring the sight in front of him. He didn’t realize how lucky he was to see me in a state like this, not many have the privilege, especially not with men I met in a short amount of time.

I tugged my panties, took it off and exposed a part that he was dying to see, which caused him to gulp. He sighed with a smile, “god damn, (y/n),“ he shook his head in disbelie, “I’ve always thought you were gorgeous, but now I’m convinced you’re a goddess“

I giggle at his words, “and you, sir, are a demon disguised as a greek god” I teased back, tracing my two fingers around my lips, I noticed that he still was in his underwea. He still waited for my permission. How adorable.

”You can take off your underwear, Binnie” I didn’t even mean to give him the nickname, but I was too excited to even think straight. I looked at him, and saw him reveal his friend, and I gasped loudly, which made Changbin alert. “What? Whats wrong?”

”Nothing, its just,” I chuckle, “you have a nice dick.”

”Thank you,” He smirked as he sat down and looked at me, with full attention. I put my two fingers into my mouth, while maintaining eye contact. I then trailed my finger down to clit, which resulted in me letting out a blissful gasp. Meanwhile, Changbin was repositioning to a comfortable position as he began to touch himself, which caused him to let out a choked out groan.

”Binnie, as you touching yourself?” I half-whispered, but it was still loud enough for him hear along with my fingers movements that moved from my clit onto my slit, which made me moan.

”Ah-y-yes” Changbin groaned and nodded, as he was stroking his dick following the pace that I was going at.

After hearing Changbin’s groans, I began inserting my fingers at my slit, making me whimper in the process, “oh, fuck” I cursed, as I started to thrust my fingers in and out, noises coming out of my mouth along with the wetness of my pussy were getting louder, which excited Changbin, as his stroking was audible through the phone along with his beautiful groans.

“god, (y/n), if only I could touch you,” Changbin spoke through groans when he saw me fondling my breast and going faster. I was getting louder with my noises, in contrast of Changbin’s quite yet beautiful and audible noises. So much so, it sounds like Changbin was watching porn, rather than getting fucked at a distance.

“Ah-are-fuck-are you close?” Changbin asked through whines, his speech was getting difficult as he was getting closer to climax with his strokes going as fast as I was.

I nodded, out of struggle of speech, whining out, “Ah! Binnie!”

“Fuck, (y/n), I’m—“ Changbin grunted, as his strokes was started to get sloppy, he began to thrust onto his hands. I began to feel like something burning up in my stomach, moaning at the sensation, “Chang—I’m cummin— I’m cumming”

“Me too…” He choked on his words, as his groans and moans were also getting louder. Our phone voices combined was dirty but erotic, topped with the scene of two people masturbating to each other, now thats even a hotter view.

“Binnie!”

“Go ahead, baby... cum”

And just like that, I let out a squeal as I reached my peak, still playing with myself until I sensed an overstimulation. Not too long after, I was hearing a lot of grunt from the call and then I looked at Changbin, who ended up cumming onto his stomach, his chest raising up and down, letting himself catch his breath. Still out of breath, we both looked at each other, we both laughed at our fucked out state.

“Holy fuck, was that hot?” Changbin commented, taking the phone, putting it out of his speaker and back to his ear. I laughed at his sudden remark, nodding, “oh yeah, can’t wait to feel what you feel like,” I bit my lip.

”At least buy me dinner first,” He teased, referring to the remark I had at the time, which made me roll my eyes and him to chuckle. “You’re a dick,” I said.

”A big one, and a pretty one according to you,” He teased again. I started to jokingly groan at his words, causing him to laugh, “alright, alright, I’ll stop.”

I got up and picked the phone, looking at him, “I had fun, we should do this again,” him and I started exchanging a smile, this time it was more pure than the smiles we had earlier. He nodded, “for sure, but the next time is going to be in one of our beds, I really need to touch you.”

”The feeling is mutual.”

We began to talk a little more, until we both have felt that slumber was starting to sneak up onto our eyes. We both ultimately had to hang up, since we don’t want to raise our phone bills with our already long call. While facing away from the window, I couldn’t help but started admire Changbin in my head.

I typically hate men, but Changbin wasn’t just like any man.

He was Changbin, and I highly doubt that you’ll ever find a man like him.

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smells-like-mettaton · 3 years

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Rating: T (for inherent neutral ending angst)

Summary: Toriel's old house feels like a mausoleum. She will gladly ignore chisp crumbs and lumpy mattresses for a place that feels more like home. (Queen Toriel ending fic for Soriel Week 2021.)

Word Count: 5211

XXX

The bedroom was exactly how she left it. Her bed pushed up against the gray wall. A book about snails on the wooden desk. A knit sweater with the embroidered words "Mrs. Mom Lady" in the wardrobe.

Even after all this time, she could barely look at it without her soul splitting in two.

She'd known this wouldn't be easy. She hadn't seen this house in over a century. Still, she wasn't prepared for how Asgore had sealed up her old room like a tomb, a photograph of the day that everything went terribly, horribly wrong.

At least the last child was safe. They should not have had to take a life to save their own, but she doubted Asgore had given them a choice. Her own soul felt more numb than anything. To her, Asgore had died a century ago.

What was done, was done. And as usual, she was too late to do anything but sweep up the dust.

She backed through the doorframe, shutting the door with a quiet click. She would have to return eventually, but for now, she yearned for a place with fewer painful memories.

"Hey, Your Majesty." A voice startled her as she attempted to escape the foyer. Luckily it was a voice she would always recognize.

"Hello, old friend." She turned and smiled at the monster leaning against the stair railing.

He was smaller than she expected, with that deep voice. Not that that was a bad thing. As for him being a skeleton, that had been apparent from the abundance of bone puns.

"You know the formality is unnecessary," she told him softly.

"Is it?" He shuffled from foot to slippered foot.

In all her time of joking with him through the door, she had never expected him to be so cute.

"Didn't want to assume, old lady."

He winked, and she felt a weight lift from her chest. At least one monster would still treat her like a person, and not like a mythical figure returned to save them.

"Toriel," she introduced herself for the first time. He had to have heard already, but between rushing to the palace, scattering Asgore's dust, comforting their—her people… she hadn't had time to seek out her friend.

He seemed to feel comfortable walking right into her home, though. Did he ever visit Asgore when he was here? Her friend seemed like the type of monster who went wherever he felt like, and Asgore, for all his flaws, had never turned a monster away from his home.

"Sans." He held out a bony hand. "Sans the skeleton."

"Nice to meet you, Sans," she tested out the name and clasped his hand with her paw.

A loud pthbbbbbt echoed through the empty hall. Her eyes widened.

"Wow, Toriel. That's, uh, some way to make an introduction." He winked.

She squinted down at the inflatable object in his hand, the source of the farting noise. Then she pretended to ignore it.

"It certainly is. I was not aware that skeletons were capable of flatulence."

His eyelights gutted for a moment before he burst out laughing.

"Your jokes are even better in person," he said once he composed himself.

His laugh set her soul fluttering. In all their conversations through the door, he'd never laughed like that. Maybe she should have tried fart jokes sooner.

"I am always happy to tickle your funny bone." She smiled, and his face tinged blue.

"Happy to be tickled. But, uh. I guess that's not all I'm here for?"

Her breath caught in her lungs. Of course he would not visit without a reason.

"I suppose not. Would you like to have a seat?"

"It's nothing that serious," he assured her quickly. "I just thought you'd want an update on the kid."

"You've spoken with them? They are still here?" She tried to keep the hysteria from her voice.

How could they have taken Asgore’s soul and not returned home? Had the Barrier proven too powerful?

"No—geez, I'm making this sound worse." He ran a bony palm down his face. "They’re definitely gone. Papyrus tried to call them nonstop. Besides that, you know the big stuff. The king's dead."

Her lips drew to a thin line, pulling tight across her fangs.

"I can hardly fault them for that."

"Right." He stuck his hands back in his pockets. "I gotta be honest. The way the kid looked when I last saw them… I don't think they did it."

Her brow furrowed. She was inclined to hope that the child had not chosen violence. They had been so sweet, so eager to talk and joke with the monsters of the Ruins, so quick to hug her even after she’d fought them. It was hard to imagine them striking down Asgore.

"But… then what do you think happened?"

Sans shrugged. "Wish I knew. I kept watch best I could, but…"

"I could not expect you to come between them and your king." As much as she wished he could have. She had hardly expected him to agree to watch over the human at all.

“Couldn’t have even if I wanted to. These bones aren’t as sturdy as they look. Maybe I shoulda listened to my bro and drank more milk...” He grimaced and glanced away. “Anyway. Like I said, I don’t know what happened. Just. Be careful, okay?”

“Careful?” She blinked.

“Yeah. You never know.” His gaze flickered to a potted golden flower on the end table next to the stairs.

“Sans. If I did not know better, that would sound like a threat.” She crouched down, so she could better meet his eyesockets. “Is there something you are trying to tell me?”

“Man. First I rip one in front of a lady, then I threaten her. I’m makin’ a great first impression.” He rocked back and forth on his slippers. “Look. Toriel. I don’t wanna scare you, ‘specially since today must’ve been hard. Real hard.”

His eyelights bored into her irises. She found herself needing to look away.

“It has certainly been… interesting. Moreso than any day since I last saw this place.” She suppressed a shudder.

Change. Her life had been constant for so long. There would be no more of that, now. Hopefully that would be for the better, but only time would tell.

“Yeah. Being flung away from everything you’re used to… don’t imagine that’s a cakewalk. Don’t want you to worry about freaks hiding in the shadows on top of that.”

Somehow, she felt he made more sense when he was on the other side of a door. Knock-knock jokes had a formula. Just another normalcy she had forfeited, she supposed.

“Please, Sans. If you believe I am in danger, you may say so.”

“Fine. So.” He grinned, and she couldn’t help a snort.

“Alright, I suppose I walked into that one.” She smiled, despite his warning. “Under normal circumstances, I would say I could handle myself. But I must admit you are more updated on the state of the kingdom than I. Do you have any information that could help?”

“...Not really?” His grin turned sheepish. “You look like a tough lady. I bet my bones are rattling over nothing.”

“I would still humer-us you.”

He gave her a funny look. “You’re actually taking me seriously?”

“Why would I not? You are my friend. Perhaps… my only friend, at this point,” she admitted. It would be foolish to ignore a warning, even if it was based on gut feeling. Or, whatever skeletons had in place of a gut.

“Well. Uh. If someone, something, was behind the king’s… yeah. If it wasn’t the kid, whoever else it was might still be around. So.” He coughed. “Sounds stupid when I say it like that, huh.”

“It does not. I think it is sweet that you are worried.” He wouldn’t be able to see her blush, thankfully. It had been a long time since anyone had looked out for her.

“Geez, Toriel.” He rubbed the back of his skull. “You’re gonna ruin my reputation.”

“What reputation? Are you typically a monster with a heart of bone?” she teased.

“Nah. I just don’t worry. Too much work.” It was difficult to tell if he was joking. “Guess I can make an exception this once, though.”

“Why, thank you, my friend.” She had the sudden urge to reach out and squeeze his hand. It would be more for her own comfort than his, so she did not act on it. “To be honest, your words are a relief. I do not mind the excuse to avoid this place.”

“Oh.” He sounded surprised. “You got somewhere else you’d rather be?”

She both did, and did not. How could she explain without sounding like a clinging child?

...Perhaps that was the wrong metaphor. She would have preferred her children to be a little clingier.

“‘Cause, uh, if you don’t mind a bit of mess… my door’s always open.”

She blinked at the offer. Had he felt the thoughts stirring in her soul?

She didn’t want to be alone. Not again. And she had told him the truth: there were unlikely to be any other monsters she knew still around. Perhaps Gerson; she and Asgore had always joked that he would outlive them.

That joke seemed awfully morbid now.

“Sorry. Was that too forward? Our friendship’s built off closed doors; guess we should just take 'em one at a—"

"No," she interjected too forcefully. “No. I would love to visit your home.”

Though she had never set foot there, she already suspected it would feel more like a home than this place.

“You really—? Great.” His skull tinged the faintest blue. “Just, uh, know that it’s nothing fancy.”

Toriel smiled. “‘Nothing fancy’ sounds wonderful at the moment.”

Perhaps wherever he lived would be out of the way enough that news of her return would be delayed. If she could be lucky enough to pass for an ordinary monster… well, that was likely too much to wish for. It certainly wasn’t becoming of a queen to hide from her subjects.

Stars, there was so much to get used to. So many formalities to reacquaint herself with. She hoped such things would wait until tomorrow.

Sans returned her smile.

“In that case, I know a shortcut.”

XXX

She handled the shortcut well for a first-timer. No stumbling on the other end, no complaints of nausea or dizziness. Of course, she was a Queen. A Boss Monster. Why would a magic trick ruin her composure?

Sans wanted to laugh. All this time, he'd been joking with the Queen. She didn't seem to mind, but she could just be “humerus”ing him.

...Nah. She had every excuse to ignore him if she really wanted to. Instead she'd actually taken him up on his offer.

He almost forgot to drop her hand once their feet landed in the soft snow. Heh. Who was he kidding? It was just nice to feel her fur under his fingers. To touch her, and know that she was real.

"Oh!" Her eyes lit up, reflecting the gyftmas lights strung haphazardly around the house's columns. "I remember this place!"

"You do?" Sans's browbone furrowed.

"I saw it while travelling from the Ruins to…" she trailed off. To stop the kid from fighting Asgore.

Sans felt stupid for not trying to stop them himself. Not that a kid that determined would’ve listened, anyway. Still… he’d believed in them. Hoped that by some miracle, they’d get ‘em out of this mess.

Heh. That was too much pressure to put on a kid, even a determined one.

"Yeah." He coughed quietly. "Guess we're hard to miss. Papyrus did something to the Gyftmas lights—even when the CORE lights go out for the night, ours stay on. Never figured out how he pulled that off."

Toriel laughed before seeming to realize something.

"I will get to meet your brother!" She clasped her hands together. "I wish it had not come about for such an unhappy reason, but I am excited nonetheless."

He chuckled. Her excitement was contagious. That was something she and Papyrus had in common already.

He pushed the door open, called out for his brother—and noticed the monster sprawled out on his couch.

"Oh." Sans blinked at Undyne, who was snoring so loudly, he should've heard it from outside. Guess he'd been a little distracted. "Uh. This is awkward."

"What is it?" Toriel hung back, her head ducking through the doorframe. "Is your brother sleeping? I would not wish to wake him. You said he rarely sleeps, did you not?"

"Nah, it's not him. Forgot his pal's house burned down. Actually, I'm sure you met her. Undyne? Captain of the Royal Guard?"

"I… yes, we met." Toriel edged inside, closing the door behind her with a soft click. "She looks far more peaceful now than she did this morning. From what I understand, my ex-husband was something of a father to her."

"Something like that." Sans nodded in agreement. There hadn't even been a Royal Guard until Asgore created the position for her. Sans wondered if Toriel would keep it around now that Asgore was gone.

Welp. It wouldn't hurt, what with his suspicions about Papyrus's friend "Flowery."

(Maybe Sans should let Toriel sleep on the top floor rather than the couch anyway. No dirt for stray flowers to get into up there.)

"Should we be staring?" Toriel said with a soft chuckle.

Sans shook his thoughts away. "Sorry. Just thinking. I, uh…"

There wasn't room on the top floor. Sans's lumpy, crumb-dusted mattress was out of the question. That left only Papyrus's bed, which while rarely in use, had too much sentimental value to give to Toriel without asking. Where was Papyrus, anyway?

"Undyne!" His brother practically kicked in the door. "I have returned with nutritious—oh!"

Papyrus's sockets blinked at Toriel. Then at Sans. Then at Toriel again.

(Undyne let out another loud snore.)

"Sans?” Papyrus dropped his groceries on the table next to the pet rock. “Why didn't you tell me we had another guest??"

Because he was an idiot who hadn't planned past one impulsive offer. His face went a little blue.

"I guest you would figure it out," he managed to joke.

Toriel let out a bleating laugh at that. The suddenness of it was enough to jolt Undyne awake.

"NGAHH!!" She tried to leap off the couch, but ended up rolling onto the floor. "I'm here, Asgore! I won't—oh."

Her single eye blinked up at Toriel.

"Papyrus?" Undyne hissed through her teeth. "Why didn't you tell me the Queen was coming??"

"Because I didn't know!" Papyrus replied brightly.

"I, uh, promise I'm usually more professional than this." Undyne summoned an energy spear and used it to push herself to her feet. The attack left a small char mark on the carpet. "I am at your service, Your Majesty."

Sans thought she looked real professional in a pair of Papyrus's MTT-brand crop top pajamas. Toriel didn't comment on that though, instead opting for a matronly smile.

"There is no need for that, Captain. I am not here on business, but as a friend."

That smile turned towards Sans, and he fought back a blush.

"Yeah. I was just gonna, uh, make some dinner. Y'know, welcome our queen back with some Snowdin hospitality."

"Dinner?" Papyrus squinted suspiciously. "You don't cook dinner. I cook dinner."

"First time for everything, right?" Sans winked to hide his embarrassment.

Of course Papyrus wouldn't buy his excuse. But he really didn't want his brother and Undyne worrying on top of Toriel. Granted, it was Undyne's job to worry about security threats… but she'd tear up the house's foundation if she thought an enemy might be hiding anywhere in a five-mile radius.

"Sans," Toriel chided him. "You do not owe me that."

"Wowie! You must be a great influence on him, Bald Asgore!"

Toriel blinked before bursting out laughing. Sans's grin widened.

"Her name is Toriel, bro."

"Of course!! Where are my manners?" Papyrus bustled past him to shake Toriel's paws. "I am the Great Papyrus! It's an honor to meet you, Queen Toriel!"

"The honor is mine. Sans has told me so much about you," she said, and Papyrus blushed pink.

"You? Know the new queen?" Undyne whispered to Sans while Papyrus and Toriel got acquainted.

"You know me. I know everyone." He winked.

"She came out of nowhere."

"Yeah. My bro and I know what that's like."

Undyne huffed, but Sans didn't offer a more thorough explanation.

Papyrus's affronted shout signalled that Toriel had dropped her first pun.

"I take it back! This is the worst day of my life!!"

Sans met Toriel's eyes, and they both laughed.

"I suppose I will have to help Sans in the kitchen as my pun-ishment," she said with a coy wink.

"Normally I would object to a guest cooking, but in this case I will make an exception!" Papyrus turned on his heel and grabbed Undyne's arm. "We will clean up the living room in the meantime! Try not to corrupt the queen any further, Sans!!"

"Wouldn't dream of it, bro."

He gave a quick wink to Toriel behind Papyrus's back, and they moved to the kitchen.

"Did I actually upset him…?" She asked once they were out of earshot.

"Nah. He's just dramatic like that. He'll drop three puns per sentence when he thinks I'm not listening."

He turned away, rummaging through the fridge for something edible they could cook. Discreetly, he tucked his empty chisp bag behind Papyrus’s spaghetti-filled tupperware.

“Oh, good. I would not want to make a bad first impression.”

“Pfft. You’d have to try real hard to do that, Tori. My bro sees the best in everyone.” He smiled and pulled a “pupperoni” pizza out of the freezer. It wasn’t anything fancy, but at least it would be edible.

He turned around, pizza in hand, and found Toriel staring at him oddly.

“What?” His sockets widened. “Uh, you’re not vegetarian, are you?”

She shook her head quickly, her gaze skimming off of his like oil from water.

“Pizza sounds lovely. It has been quite some time since I had one.”

Sans didn’t pry, but he couldn’t help wondering what her expression had meant. Had he said something weird?

...Oh. He’d called her Tori, hadn’t he? He should know better than to use nicknames without asking. Papyrus hated them.

“Please, allow me.” She held out her paws, so she couldn’t be too upset.

He handed over the pizza, and he jumped when fire flared to life in her palms. For a moment he thought the fire would scorch the pizza beyond recognition, but the flames were just pleasantly warm. He’d never known a monster other than Grillby to have such careful control of fire magic.

“Heh. I didn’t know you were so hot, Toriel.”

As soon as he said it, he clamped his jaw shut. Geez, how stupid could he be? Making bad jokes was one thing, but flirting with bad jokes?

The fire went out. She looked up abruptly—er, looked away from the pizza. He was still a good two feet shorter than her.

“Tori was fine,” she said, her voice soft.

“Uh,” he replied intelligently.

She suppressed a giggle, and he was pretty sure his face burned hotter than her fire had. He could stand to take notes from Alphys and throw himself in the trash.

“Or not. Whatever is comfortable for you,” she reassured him. “Now, should we eat dinner before it gets cold?”

Eating was hardly something he could screw up at.

“Sure,” then after a pause, he tested, “Tori.”

Forget her fire magic. Her smile could’ve heated the pizza all on its own.

XXX

For once in a hundred years, dinner was a warm and energetic affair. In addition to the pizza, Papyrus had tossed together a salad from his fresh groceries, and Sans had briefly stepped out to grab a few orders of wings and fries. In the end there was plenty of food for four hungry monsters.

Papyrus apologized for the lack of seating, but Toriel didn’t mind sitting on the couch squeezed between Sans and Undyne, eating off of paper plates. She couldn’t imagine anywhere she would have felt more comfortable.

Before long, though, the day’s fatigue caught up with her. She supposed it was to be expected—she wouldn’t regain her social stamina all at once.

Sans caught her eye, and he nodded towards the stairs as Undyne and Papyrus “owned” each other in an MTT-Brand fighting game.

“Sorry. I know they can be a bit much.” Sans rubbed the back of his skull.

“They’re lovely. I wish I had the energy to keep up with them.” She smiled.

He leaned against the banister, smiling down at them. Papyrus had gotten the upper hand this time, and was punching the air with joy.

“Me too,” Sans said, still looking away. “I was thinking. If you want a place to rest for the night, my bed’s open.”

She blinked. Her face seemed to catch fire. That was rather more… forward than she was expecting. Sure, she had enjoyed his lighthearted flirting, and much as she tried to deny it, feelings had been growing in her for a long time. But to have him return those feelings? And so boldly? It was as unfathomable as it was unlikely.

“I can get ya some fresh sheets, and I’ll crash in the shed. My bro set up an, uh, guest room there when the human was in town.”

Oh. She rubbed the heat from her face while he wasn’t looking. How foolish could she be, to think he would be implying…? Well.

“I would not force you out of your room,” she said. “If your brother prepared a guest room, I am sure that would be adequate.”

He let out a quick laugh. “Uh, you’re not used to my brother’s… decorating. Seriously, I don’t mind.”

She sighed. If he insisted, she supposed it would be rude to deny his hospitality.

“Alright. Thank you very much, Sans.”

“Great.” He smiled back at her, then went into his brother’s room. She waited patiently, and only jumped a little when he suddenly reappeared from the right hand door. Perhaps the two rooms were connected in the back by a bathroom.

“Hotel Sans, one vacancy.” He winked while holding the door open.

She chuckled behind her hand. “You really did not have to resort to this.”

“Heh, I wouldn’t call it much of a resort. The bed’s not even queen sized.” He rubbed the back of his skull.

The bed was smaller than she was used to, but it did have fresh sheets. That was the only fresh thing about the room. Chisp crumbs had been brushed under the dresser, and… that was a tornado. A self-sustaining trash tornado. Though at least there was a pine-scented air freshener suspended in it.

“Sorry, it’s… really not much. Uh. Probably kinda insulting, expecting the Queen to sleep—”

“It’s perfect.”

He blinked. “Huh?”

“I am no stranger to a few crumbs, Sans.”

She remembered days that bled into weeks that bled into months. Months where she couldn’t bring herself to clean, could hardly bring herself to care at all. Months that had grown fewer and farther between since she’d met a friendly voice behind a door.

“I would’ve vacuumed,” he said sheepishly, “but I suck at it.”

More embarrassingly loud laughter burst from her. In front of Sans, though, she didn’t feel the need to curtail her joy.

“Thank you.” She poured as much sincerity as she could into her voice.

“‘S no problem, Tori.” A light blue tinge warmed his cheekbones. How could he possibly look so adorable? “Bathroom’s down the hall if you wanna wash up or anything. And Undyne’ll be on the couch, so this is probably the safest place in the Underground right now.”

Her brow furrowed. Sure enough, there was no bathroom door inside the room—he must have used one of his “shortcuts” to move from his brother’s room to here.

“So, uh. I’ll be in the shed—uh, guest room if you need me.” He flashed one more tense grin before turning to leave.

“Wait.” She stepped towards him without thinking.

He looked up, one brow ridge raised. She found herself biting her lip, wondering if she dared ask what her soul wanted. It was silly, really. She’d been on her own for years, decades.

Maybe that was why she was so hesitant to lose this one taste of companionship.

“I would feel… safer, if you would stay too.” Her face burned beneath her fur, but she projected her usual composure.

“...Welp. Can’t say no to that, huh?”

She was about to reassure him that he could say no—that she was asking as his friend, not as his queen—but the soft smile on his face told her he already knew.

He briefly left to grab a few things, then returned with a few pillows and, for some reason, a dog bed.

“You are not going to sleep on that,” she said in disbelief.

He flopped the dog bed in the middle of the floor and started fluffing it. “Why not? Gotta throw a dog bed a bone, right?”

“Sans.”

The outdoor lights dimmed, as if at her command. Only the colored Gyftmas lights outside and one dim indoor bulb lit the room.

Her confidence waned with the light. What had she expected him to do? She’d asked him to stay. Unless she wanted to…

Oh, to hell with it. She was too old to be so shy about these things.

“If you are not opposed,” she swallowed, “we could… share this mattress.”

When he looked up, she couldn’t make out his eyelights at all. Their glow returned slowly, like the rising of the sun from her memories.

“Heh… you sure? You don’t even know if I snore.”

She laughed and sat on the bed, patting the space beside her. “You do not know if I snore, either.”

“Fair enough, Tori.”

They took turns cleaning up in the bathroom—she was imposing on Sans enough without adding the smell of dirty fur to his bed. Then she did her best to ignore the flutterings in her soul as he slipped off his hoodie and climbed up onto the mattress. She insisted he stay under the sheets; her fur would keep her warm enough with just the light blanket on top.

The sheets were a barrier in name only. There was only so much space on the mattress, so no matter how he adjusted and apologized, she could still feel the curve of his spine against hers.

It felt amazing. It felt terrifying. It felt like a mistake. It felt like the only thing she’d ever done right.

The one saving grace of the whole situation was that it didn’t stir memories of Asgore. Her royal beds had been triple the size of Sans’s lumpy mattress. She and her ex-husband had rarely slept back to back, and if they had, the feeling would have much different.

“...Tori?” Sans’s voice was just above a whisper. “You, uh, still awake?”

As if she could sleep while enduring the wonderful agony of friendly touch for the first time in a century.

“Yes,” she replied softly. “Am I taking up too much space?”

“No, ‘course not. I was just, uh… geez.” He sounded embarrassed.

Risking their precarious balance, she rolled over to face him. Or to face the back of his skull, at least.

“Are you alright?” she asked.

“Doin’ sans-sational.” He chuckled to himself. “Sorry. Never got to use that one with you before.”

She would have laughed, had she not worried about shaking the whole mattress.

“It was sans-tastic,” she joked back, and he laughed again.

Then abruptly, his laughter cut off.

“Thanks, Tori,” he said in a quiet but firm voice.

“What for?” She wished she could take his hand, see his face, learn what thoughts were passing through his skull. Instead she gave him as much space as physically possible… which still was not much.

A long, silent moment passed. Had he fallen asleep?

“I know it’s not how you wanted,” he finally said, “but I’m glad I got to meet you. So. Thanks.”

Warmth spread outward from her soul to fill her whole body. Sans could probably feel it radiating from her.

“Thank you, Sans. If I had to return, knowing no one…”

He rolled to face her. His eyelights were mere inches from her pupils.

“You would’ve been fine. All you had to do was tell a few of your amazing jokes, and the whole Underground would’ve been linin’ up to be your pals.”

She suppressed a laugh. “I hardly think that would be appropriate, under the circumstances.”

“Eh.” He shrugged. “Plenty of monsters in town cope with jokes. You’d just be relating to the common folk.”

She stared into his sockets a little too intently. At this distance, it easily made her dizzy.

“Would you be included in that demographic?” she couldn’t help asking.

“When I first met you? For sure.” His gaze darted away. “But it’s crazy. Between you and the kid… I’m startin’ to think there’s more to life than good food and bad laughs.”

“Really?” She and the child had made such an impact on him?

“I know. Don’t tell Papyrus. He wouldn’t believe you, anyway.” He winked.

“My lips are sealed.” She smiled.

Silence hung between them. It should have felt awkward, but she couldn’t bring herself to turn away. In the end it was Sans who yawned in her face and then hurriedly flipped back onto his other side.

She laughed, and clearly she was exhausted too, because she pressed a kiss to the back of his skull without thinking.

He froze. She froze. There was no way to play that off gracefully. And there was no way she could fall asleep and pretend that it had not happened.

“Heh… those didn’t feel very sealed to me,” he finally rasped out.

It took her a moment to process what he meant. Meanwhile her embarrassment only burned hotter.

“I am so sorry—”

“I’m not.” When he rolled back to face her, his face was bright blue. “You’ll still be here when I wake up, right?”

His question was tinged with desperation.

“Of course,” she answered automatically, despite the many responsibilities that she would have to attend to in the morning. She was the Queen once more. If she had to, she could adjust the schedule of meetings and speeches to accommodate… this.

Whatever this was to be.

“Remind me in the morning,” he squeezed her hand, “that this is real.”

His hand quickly went limp. She was worried for a moment, before she heard the faint snore escape his nasal cavity.

She gave him a fond smile, and allowed her own eyes to close. She did not know if sleep would come or not. She did not know what challenges the new day would bring, or what old challenges would continue to rear their heads.

But she did know that she was not alone. For tonight, that was enough.

#soriel #sans #toriel #fic tag #tali writes #soriel week 2021 #soriel week #really glad to finally share this one!

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undersero · 3 years

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pairing: kuroo tetsuro x fem reader x bokuto koutarou (threesome)

warnings: unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (female and male receiving), swearing

word count: 3.1k

author's note: this is reposted from my old blog!

*this work is intended for 18+ audiences only. minors do not interact. do not repost this work*

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

This lie fell so easily from your tongue, and though it didn’t sound convincing at all, you didn’t care. You couldn’t see it in the dark room, but you could hear it… you could hear the wild smile unfurl on Kuroo’s lips.

“No idea at all, huh?” his voice sounded like gravel. It was deeper than normal, and so very dangerously close to your ear. Outside, the gym was silent. Everyone had gone to bed for the evening, meaning you had all the privacy you needed… for your punishment.

“What do you think of that, Bokuto?” Kuroo asked, and as if on cue, you felt strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you back against a broad, toned chest.

“Nah, I think she knew exactly what she was doing,” he contradicted, leaning forward so his mouth was directly against your ear. “And she did it on purpose because she wanted something… isn’t that what happened, little babe?”

This wasn’t the first time you had done this, but it was, sadly, likely one of the last, because the three of you were third years. Life as you knew it was going to change. As team manager for Nekoma, you’d been present at what felt like hundreds of these practice matches and training camps, always secretly nursing dual crushes on Kuroo and Bokuto. Then once, last year, all that changed, somehow, and ever since, you’d always ended up with the both of them, somewhere private like this.

Now it was a special occasion. A silently agreed-upon but never-spoken of deal between the three of you- no strings attached, though it didn’t seem like there needed to be any, because they would always look out for you, always protect you, and probably always have feelings for you, even if they didn’t try to give whatever this was more of a label than “friends with benefits”.

Today was a day like any other, though admittedly, you were more bold and made eyes at the two of them more than you normally would have dared. It started with soft fluttering lashes at Bokuto before breakfast… blatantly looking Kuroo up and down all throughout the morning, and appreciatively watching Bokuto with blushing cheeks and your bottom lip caught between your teeth during each one of his matches.

Soft, lingering touches at lunch. Squeezing his arm when Kuroo said something slightly amusing. Shyly grinning up at him when you gave him his water; and finally, winking at Bokuto all throughout his last match of the day. You could clearly see how much it inflated his ego, even from the entire way across the gymnasium.

Bokuto nipped your ear and tugged harshly on the lobe with his teeth. The action made you whimper, your ass nudging his crotch as you wiggled; you could clearly feel the imprint of his erection through his shorts and your khakis.

With greed, Bokuto ran his hands up and down your front, groping soft flesh and kneading your breasts, and Kuroo gripped your chin firmly in his hands, leaning down to kiss you with possession, no haste, and abundant lust.

Your soft moan was lost in Kuroo’s mouth as you kissed him back, sighing with content at finally having the attention you so desperately desired. From behind you, Bokuto chuckled, kissing down the back of your neck and sliding his hand up and underneath the waistband of your shorts.

His calloused, long fingers met your pussy with practiced expertise, and you whined in relief- he hadn’t given you anything to be so relieved about, and he didn’t plan to, not for a while after you’d teased him all day- but it was nice, still, to have his fingers so close to your core, where you needed them most.

At that moment, Kuroo bit down on your lip, causing a whine to fall from your lips- he bit you nearly hard enough to draw blood. Kuroo raked a hand through your hair and tugged, tilting your head back in the process. Though the equipment room was dark, your eyes were adjusting and you could just barely see the details of Kuroo’s face… and how dark his eyes were. He smirked down at you, thumb swiping at your bottom lip. He looked very much like a cat who’d caught a mouse.

“Do his fingers feel nice, little girl?” Kuroo’s voice was low, and it spurred Bokuto on as well, because when he heard it, he smirked against the skin on the back of your neck, and his breathing grew a bit faster, and definitely harder. The hand in your shorts began to move with more purpose, as he parted your lips and started dragging the delightfully calloused tips across your folds. The movement made you whimper, squeezing your eyes shut.

And Kuroo chuckled, amused.

“Aww, baby,” he cooed, almost condescending, “does it feel so good that you can’t even talk? Can’t even answer me?” His fingertips met your cheek with a sharp, but light smack, the noise echoing throughout the dark closet. The sound of his smack on your skin encouraged Bokuto even more as he began sucking what you knew would be a very dark, very noticeable hickey on the back of your neck. He more urgently pressed his erection into your ass, and abandoned your weeping cunt for a moment in favor of pulling off your shorts.

Kuroo’s thumb and pointer finger gently squeezed your cheeks, between your teeth, making it nearly impossible for you to answer him. That’s what he wanted, though, to have you helpless. He knew that was how you liked it. Smirking, he spoke again.

“Well, I guess if you’re not gonna talk with that mouth, you should put it to good use, then.”

Kuroo’s cock always astounded you. It was long, thick, with two pretty veins; one running along the bottom of his cock, the other on the side. They were exceptionally sensitive, too, and every time you ran your tongue along either one of them, Kuroo would whine and press his hips forward just a little more, desperate to get more of your mouth.

As Kuroo pulled himself out of his shorts, Bokuto had helped you out of your shorts, and he was on his back, on the floor, eagerly pulling you down to sit on his face. As always, your wet cunt was met with needy, lapping strokes of his tongue. He growled in appreciation of the taste, loving more than anything that he was able to get to have you on his mouth, that he could taste your sweet juices and make you cry from pleasure just from his mouth alone.

Already, your head was buzzing with pleasure. You’d become accustomed to the darkness of the room now, and you could see better than you could before, but you wondered if that was any good or not- because now you could see their sweaty faces. Now you could see how blown their pupils were and how feral they looked. You could see the muscles in Bokuto’s arms tighten and loosen as he ate you out like it was his last meal. You could see the frosted tips of his hair between your legs, you could see his golden, lust filled stare on your face as he ate you so voraciously. Kuroo’s sculpted stomach caught your eye as he pulled his shirt up and away from his aching cock, and seeing it made you even wetter than you already were.

One of Kuroo’s big hands came to cup the back of your head, the other hand on the shaft of his cock. Messily, he smacked the drooling tip onto your face, groaning at the noise it made and biting his lip at the wonderful feeling.

“Open wide, little girl,” he said, grinning down at you. When you complied, like such a good girl, he slid his cock in your mouth, immediately letting out a hiss of satisfaction.

Instantly, your mouth was full. Kuroo was hard and hot and throbbing. You swirled your tongue around it as much as you could, one hand grasping his cock, the other steadying yourself on his thigh. Being mindful of Bokuto between your legs, you lean forward a bit, sliding your tongue up Kuroo’s entire length, mouthing at those veins and getting the expected, yet still so satisfying, moans from the dark-haired man.

Bokuto continued his brutal pace while he ate you out. He was slurping wetly- if you weren’t so turned on you would have been embarrassed at the very thought of your cunt producing that much slick, but you still felt a great deal of pride that Bokuto was so excited to taste you.

His tongue grazed over one particular spot, and you cried out, jerking your hips forward. Bokuto chuckled darkly, arms locking around your legs like a vice as he held you in place and began lapping at that spot like a madman. Kuroo stepped closer, one hand sliding to the back of your head once more.

“Watch it, Bokuto,” he said, “don’t make her fall.”

Whether or not Bokuto heard Kuroo’s admonishment was unclear, because he didn’t even spare Kuroo a look or a noise. He just kept licking at that one spot.

You were nearly gushing at this point, having his tongue work at you so ferociously made you see stars. Your thighs were shaking and your folds were so wet that you knew you were soaking Bokuto’s face and the floor underneath him. Almost involuntarily, your hips were jerking along with Bokuto’s ministrations, grinding on him desperately to try and get more friction that you so desperately needed.

Kuroo tugged on your hair gently, bringing your head back to his cock. Obediently, you opened your mouth, taking the sopping tip back onto your tongue. Then, slowly, like he was preparing you for it, Kuroo began thrusting into your mouth.

Like usual, it was a little difficult at first. You gagged, the action causing your stomach to clench, and your muscles to contract, which only heightened the pleasure you were getting from Bokuto’s tongue. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes but you took several deep breaths in through your nose, and soon, Kuroo was able to fuck into your mouth as if it was just another one of your holes. Strings of saliva fell from your face, staining your shirt, some landing on Bokuto’s face (but he couldn’t be bothered by it), and some smearing on Kuroo’s thighs.

“Okay, “ Kuroo said, pulling you off his cock after holding you there for a particularly long moment, “ Okay, get up, come on,” he said, tugging on your hand. “Bokuto, let her up now, come on.”

Begrudgingly, Bokuto pulled away, spanking your bare ass before using his strength to easily lift you off his face- and this was so dizzying to you, the act of simple, brute strength was so arousing that you almost saw stars from it alone.

Your legs were too shaky to trust on their own, so you stayed kneeling, after Bokuto picked you up and placed you down on the floor. Kuroo quickly sat down in front of you, pulling you into his lap so easily, like you weighed nothing at all.

Kuroo’s cock breached you with no ceremony or preamble. Suddenly, even with Bokuto’s extensive and excellent preparation, you were stretched to your very limit. Crying out, your hands flew to Kuroo’s neck, lacing behind his head and holding tightly, almost desperately to him.

Bokuto shucked his pants down to his ankles, stroking his hard, leaking, red cock as he watched the two of you. He stepped forward, placing his hand on your hair and guiding your head to look in his direction. Again, so obediently, you opened your mouth for his cock, and he slid it into the wet, sloppy, already-abused cavern.

Bokuto’s cock was so different from Kuroo’s- it was thick. Girthy. An actual mouthful that, when pressed into your mouth or into your cunt, made you believe you’d be bursting from the seams in seconds. He never broke you, though. Not yet, anyway.

And he was so sensitive, too. Unlike Kuroo, Bokuto’s cock was sensitive all over. When you’d give the tip of his cock innocent kitten licks, he got goosebumps. When you pumped it in your hand, his toes curled. And when it was stuffed in something hot and sopping wet, Bokuto could see stars along the outside of his vision.

Kuroo’s hands on your waist were bruising as he bounced you on his cock with ease, like you were nothing more than a fleshlight with feelings. HIs hands were always so strong, so capable of holding you and guiding your hips over just the right spots. He filled you perfectly, too. You were full to the brim, the goodness of it all almost bringing tears to your eyes. This was where you belonged, fully seated on Kuroo’s cock.

But you also belonged on your knees for Bokuto. His normally golden eyes were stained nearly black with lust at this point, as he looked down at you with loving eagerness as he thrusted his cock into and out of your mouth. With his pleasure, his movements became harried and frenzied, hips jerking unpredictably, almost like he was a madman, though you were sure he was only crazy with lust for you.

Kuroo swiped his thumb up and down your clit as you rolled your hips on his cock.

“Heh… so wet for us, huh, little girl?” he asked you, squeezing your thighs in his hands before moving his hands back up to your hips. “Is this from you teasing us all day? Huh? Is this what happens when you act like a little whore for some cock?”

His words went right through you, slicing through you like a hot knife through butter. You cried out against Bokuto’s cock, effectively creaming on Kuroo’s dick with a soft, almost exhausted cry as your orgasm washed over you. You felt the pleasure in each and every nerve of your body; they hummed in warmth and with pleasure, and you felt the warmth that was in your stomach loosen and spread throughout your entire body.

Kuroo felt this too, and he laughed.

“Did she cum for you, Kuroo?” Bokuto growled, hand fisting in your hair as he drove his cock into your mouth harder and deeper. One of the biggest changes during these times was how animalistic and rough and feral Bokuto’s voice became. It made your head spin, it turned you on more than anything else. You were nodding in response to Bokuto’s question before Kuroo could even respond.

“Yeah, she did. Fuckin’ loves being talked to like that, y’know?” Kuroo said, smacking your ass with an open palm, the sting echoing throughout the room.

Soon, Kuroo was rocking his hips up into you erratically, like he’d lost his mind in the haze of all the pleasure. A guttural moan ripped through his chest, his hair falling forward in his eyes as he filled you up with his hot seed. You moaned around Bokuto, who waited until the very moment Kuroo’s hips stopped moving to pluck you off of the other one.

Your arousal, your cum, Kuroo’s cum, and Bokuto’s spit all leaked down from between your legs, and had your head not been fuzzy and unable to focus, you may have been embarrassed, but you knew it just made Bokuto more eager to fuck you. Sloppy seconds were his favorite.

While Kuroo watched, chest heaving, Bokuto laid you out on the floor. He folded you in half with ease, tossing your legs over his shoulders and pushing into you with one fluid thrust. He stretched you out completely differently than Kuroo had, dragging along different spots at his brutal pace.

Helpless, you clutched at his arms, nails digging into the yielding flesh, but you didn’t care, and neither did he. Kuroo’s hands were soon on you again, groping your tits from over your shirt, hand slid between your chest and your legs, and getting a prime view of where you were coupled with the ace.

Bokuto grunted, feral, each time he bottomed out inside you and his cock pressed into its maximum depth. Everything was soft, wet, spongey, and hot. So, so, so hot. He’d lost himself in the pleasure now, his muscles taut in the haste and the exertion of it all. With more mindful fingers, Kuroo slid his hand between your legs and began rubbing at your clit, which made you cum again, a second time.

This time, it wasn’t warm, and it wasn’t clean. Instead, it was hot, like fire, and it was wet. The second time you came, you squirted, crying out in a wrecked, broken voice, with no one outside the three of you in the tiny equipment room able to hear. Bokuto’s stomach and thighs, which were already wet from the blowjob you gave him, were soon coated with this slick, and he laughed.

“Good girl, good fuckin girl,” he said, hips driving into you harder.

It only took about three more bold, deep strokes for him to still and cum into you, spilling every ounce of his release into your hot, abused pussy. He squeezed his eyes shut as he came down, every nerve in his body feeling hot. His shoulders relaxed and he slouched a little bit, having enough mind to slowly, a little unsteadily, pull your legs off his shoulders, rubbing them gently with big, strong hands.

Kuroo, who was the least fucked of the three of you, touched your sweaty face gently. The soft gesture made you turn into his hand, and Bokuto, as the fog cleared, rubbed your sides gently.

“Give me my shirt,” Bokuto murmured, voice soft, but well-used and a bit worse for wear.

Kuroo handed him the shirt, the three of you unanimously and idly realizing you never really remembered when he’d taken it off. Though his previous movements were harsh, bokuto very gently wiped the shirt along between your legs, and after a few moments, pulled his cock from you, being sure to wipe away any more mess that escaped- you knew you’d have to take a proper shower very soon, but the thought was nice.

“I...I don’t like to think that this is the last time,” you murmured quietly. Bokuto was pulling your shorts back up your legs, and Kuroo was petting your hair sweetly, and at this mention, they both dawned dark expressions. Sad faces.

But then, Bokuto said with the utmost confidence, “Just because this is the last time at training camp doesn’t mean it's the last time. Wait ‘til I get you in a bedroom. I bet I can make you squirt three times in one session.”

*this work is intended for 18+ audiences only. minors do not interact. do not repost this work*

#haikyuu smut #hq smut #kuroo smut #bokuto smut #kuroo thirst #bokuto thirst

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yourdeepestfathoms · 3 years

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a little unconventional (part one)

[foster au]

this is set in America because i don't know how Romania works

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rapture rising

“Alcina, my beloved sister, are you sure all of this is necessary?”

Alcina shot a glare over her shoulder at her toddling younger brother, who she was making carry in several boxes full of various items into one of the many rooms in her mansion. This one wasn’t one of the bedrooms, but rather a temporary storage room for all the things she had recently bought. She was going to have everything set up for the children to choose from when they eventually arrived. Just thinking about them getting to pick out their bedsheets and paint for their new rooms made a smile come to her lips, excitement rushing through her like dozens of butterflies flying for the first time.

…And then her idiot brother bumped into the doorframe and caused an avalanche of boxes to come down on top of him.

“Be careful!” Alcina barked, whirling around to him. She bent down to start picking the boxes up. “You’re lucky there was nothing fragile in here.”

“I’m fine, thanks for asking,” Heisenberg grunted, rubbing his head.

“And to answer your questions, dearest brother, yes, this is all very necessary,” Alcina said. “I need this to be perfect for them. This may be the first time those little girls get a real home.”

“Inflating your ego, aren’t you?”

Alcina stepped on his foot.

“I have the paints.” Moreau, Alcina’s other brother, shuffled inside, holding several cans of paint on his arms. If they were hurting him, he didn’t say anything. He seemed pleased with himself for being so useful.

“Thank you, Sal,” Alcina said. She took the cans from him and placed them against the wall. “Yellow, green, red, blue, pink, purple… Do you think that’s enough? What if they want, like, a mauve room?”

“Mauve?” Heisenberg echoed as he was crow hopping on one foot, still recovering from being stomped on.

“It’s a shade of purple,” Moreau supplied.

“I know what mauve is, asshole,” Heisenberg hissed. “I was just saying.”

“And I’m just saying, what if they want a lighter-colored room?” Alcina said. “This purple is dark. Should I go buy more?”

“You could mix white into the paint?” Moreau suggested.

Alcina thought it over, then nodded. “Yes, I could do that. Good idea.”

“Who wants a mauve bedroom, anyway?” Heisenberg muttered.

“Alcina!” A fourth voice echoed throughout the house, and Alcina’s sister entered the room. Donna looked uncharacteristically bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. She was clutching something in her hands. “Alcina, I have finished them!”

“When did you get here?” Heisenberg looked at her.

“Just now,” Donna said. “It doesn’t matter. Look!”

A beautiful doll was presented to Alcina. It was hand-stitched and dressed with great care. All the little details, down to the freckles and shiny eyes, were incredibly-made, and Alcina couldn’t help but pick it up tentatively, as though she were afraid of accidentally destroying it.

“Oh, Donna,” she said. “It’s beautiful! Thank you.”

Donna beamed. “I have also made stuffed animals and toy clothes for them. An entire wardrobe, in fact. Many selections.”

“Damn,” Heisenberg looked impressed. “Toys dress better than I do.”

“We know,” the other three said in sync, eyeing his ratty trenchcoat and old cowboy hat that he insisted on wearing everywhere.

“You weren’t supposed to agree!” Heisenberg barked like one of his dogs.

“Shouldn’t have said anything,” Alcina shrugged daintily. She looked back at Donna and smiled. “Thank you, Donna. I really appreciate your support. I appreciate all of your support. Even yours, Karl.”

“Sure, sure…” Heisenberg said, though Alcina didn’t miss the glint of fondness in his eyes.

“This is so exciting,” Donna said. “It’s a wonderful thing you’re doing, Alcina. Do you remember when we were all adopted by Mother?”

Heisenberg snorted. “I remember being kidnapped as a child and held for ransom, and then being one of the abduction victims to be actually found alive, only to discover that my parents had been killed while trying to get me back, to which I was then thrown into a home with you three.”

Donna winced. “Not…quite what I had in mind.”

“And you say ‘you three’ like we weren’t your best friends growing up,” Moreau pointed out idly, not looking at Heisenberg as he was helping unload some of the boxes. That one in particular held a wide selection of different bed sheets, ranging from leopard print to floral to plain blue.

Heisenberg raised his nose and huffed. “Well. Still.”

Alcina shook her head with a warm smile.

She vividly remembered life with her adoptive mother, Miranda, and her three other siblings. She was reborn from ash and flame after her old family estate burned down to the ground, smoldering the life she used to have and taking her parents with it. Yes, she could still smell the smoke, taste the embers on her tongue, even now, thirty-five years later. She was so small back then, only nine years old when the fire started, and she watched her home crumble to pieces right before her teary eyes. She thought it was over, that she had nothing, that she was going to be alone forever without her mother and father, but then a woman in a black cowl whisked her up into tender arms and took her under her wing as though she were the chicken to a nurturing mother bird.

She was the first of Miranda’s ragtag rascal children with harsh upbringings. For two years, it was just the both of them, reading books and watching movies in a beautiful countryside manor that quickly became her new home. Though the wounds had still been raw, the burns were very fresh, Miranda filled the void in her heart that her parents’ death left behind, extinguishing that eternal fire of survivor guilt and mourning.

And then the others came along.

At the time, Alcina had been rather indignant at the idea of having siblings. She was an only child with her birth family and she preferred to stay an only child with her new one, too, but she never voiced this opinion to Miranda. She grinned and bore it, even if it meant losing the attention of her mother.

Though, they didn’t end up being that bad…

The first of the “intruders” as she used to call them was Salvatore Moreau, a boy her age, though three months younger, and with a story similar to her own. He had been in a car crash after his drunken father got into a pretty nasty collision. The engine caught fire and it wasn’t long until the rest of the car followed. Moreau was trapped in the inferno, but managed to get out, running towards a nearby lake to extinguish the flames that were trying to make him its newest pyre. Unfortunately, the event left him badly burned, the scar still lingering all these years later, and nobody wanted to take in such a “disfigured child.” Miranda, however, stepped up to the challenge and fostered the boy, eventually adopting him fully later on.

Alcina was, admittedly, rather uneased by her new brother’s appearance at first, but she quickly got accustomed to him, even protective. There were several moments in school where she verbally (and sometimes even physically) pummeled any kids who dared to make fun of him, drilling into the bullies that he was not to be messed with while she was around. Some of her best retributions were when she threatened to leak unwarranted dick pics to the entire school, as it wasn’t uncommon for horny teenage boys to try to get into her pants, and that always shut them up quickly, especially when she loudly proclaimed details on their pathetic excuse for a penis, like the size and shape.

She and Moreau grew close rather quickly, much quicker than Miranda had been expecting. They both enjoyed more mellow things, like reading books and going on walks through the forest. Moreau was the sole reason she passed any English assignments done on Shakespearean literature, as he actually knew how to discern the confusing text, while she had to reread the same page over and over again to simply get a loose grasp on the grammar. He enjoyed cheesy romcoms, birdwatching, and swimming, the last of which he had a strong affinity for because of how the lake beside the car wreck very well could have been the only reason he survived. Now, he owned that very lake and made it into a popular fishing and boating destination for locals and tourists alike.

The second to arrive was Donna Beneviento, when Alcina and Moreau were both twelve. She was a full five years younger than the two of them and didn’t talk very often, at least for a good chunk of the first year she was there. She was put into the foster program after her parents commit suicide, leaving her with nothing but anxiety, trauma-induced selective muteness, and a doll named Angie.

It took time, but Donna eventually started opening up. First to Miranda, and then to Alcina and Moreau. Alcina strongly remembered a time when her little sister came to her room during a thunderstorm, lips quivering, tears glistening in her eyes, Angie clutched in a vice from her thin arms. She didn’t say anything, just stared from the doorway, whimpering and shivering.

“Alright,” Alcina had sighed. She flipped open her comforter, welcoming Donna. “Come on.”

Donna had brightened and skittered into the bed, snuggling right up against Alcina’s side. Alcina didn’t mind and resumed the book she had been reading before--Animal Farm, she believed. Donna pointed at the pages and then looked up at her curiously.

“Oh, this?” Alcina had said. “It’s called Animal Farm. It’s about these talking farm animals overthrowing their farmer to gain freedom, only to then be ruled by a communist pig.”

Donna blinked. “What’s a communist?”

“Well, you see…”

Her late-night explanation was certainly aided by the fact that they were in the middle of the Cold War at the time.

Overtime, Donna slowly grew out of her shell. Though she was still soft-spoken and reserved, she was also very kind-hearted and incredibly creative, which she showed through paintings, arts and crafts, and doll making. She would make dolls out of anything she could find--wood, thread, clay--so it made sense when she eventually became a toymaker once she grew up.

Finally, there was Karl Heisenberg when Alcina and Moreau were thirteen and Donna was eight. Right from the start, he was a loud, spitfire ten-year-old that broke the serene silence that used to hang over Miranda’s estate. He caused a great amount of mischief and mayhem, though Alcina would later discover it was to hide the fact that he was deeply traumatized by what exactly had happened to make him a foster child.

Even now, so many years later, Alcina still didn’t know the full story. Miranda said it wasn’t her tale to share and Heisenberg simply didn’t like talking about it very much. But from what she did know, Heisenberg used to belong to an incredibly wealthy business owner that ruled over their company with an iron fist. Due to the harshness his parents inflicted on their employees, it caused the workers to revolt against the abuse. A certain group took this way too far and kidnapped Heisenberg, holding him for ransom so they could get better treatment and pay at their work. Something ended up happening during the time between Heisenberg being held hostage and his parents paying up, and it left his mother and father in a way that he could never bring himself to explain. She only got snippets of the brutality of their deaths through brief moments when he would come to after vicious nightmares, one of which she actually stepped in to stop when she heard him struggling one night.

“Their heads, Alci,” Heisenberg had gasped, clawing manically for a desperate grasp on her arms, his body jerking and spasming in terror as his nightmare was still releasing his small, twelve-year-old body. “Their heads-- their brains were--” And then he stopped and keeled into her chest, sobbing in a way Alcina had never seen him do before in the two years he was living with her before that moment. Despite her occasional vex towards the boy, he was still her little brother and she was still his big sister, so she had wrapped her arms around him and held him close while he trembled and cried.

She never did find out what Heisenberg meant by “their heads,” but she had a hunch. Still, she never asked.

Nowadays, Heisenberg ran his own factory, where he treated his employees the way his parents should have treated theirs, learning from their mistakes. He also fostered all different kinds of dog breeds until they found their forever homes and rescued the more ‘vicious’ ones, like pit bulls and rottweilers, all of which he treated like royalty.

A freakishly tall girl, a burned boy, a selective mute, and a dog lover… They certainly weren’t the epitome of the stereotypical nuclear family, but they were family through and through, if not by blood, then by bloodshed.

“Do you guys remember the time Karl tried to clean the dishwasher with Kool-Aid?” Donna reminisced with a giggle.

“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?” Heisenberg said.

“Absolutely not,” Donna grinned at him.

“I still don’t know how you came to the conclusion that that would work,” Alcina shook her head.

Heisenberg threw his arms up into the air. “John said it did!”

“John also tried to steal a school urinal.”

“Also, you’re supposed to take all of the dishes out before you try to clean it with Kool-Aid,” Moreau spoke up. “You left all of the pots and plates and silverware in it.”

“And he didn’t even put it in the right spot!” Alcina joined, cackling. “You’re supposed to put the powder in the detergent dispenser. Karl, you just poured it out all over the dishes!”

“It wasn’t even the right powder,” Donna put in. “You’re supposed to strictly use unsweetened lemonade only. You used tropical punch!”

Alcina, Donna, and Moreau all burst into laughter, while Heisenberg crossed his arms and glared at them.

“John never specified any of that!” he blustered.

“Never trust John, dear,” Alcina tittered.

“Well, it happened!” Heisenberg said. “It’s over! What other boxes do you need to move!”

More laughter.

“I’m serious! I’ll get the boxes! Also WHAT IS THAT.”

They all turned to see a patchy tortoiseshell cat lazily strolling into the room with them. It looked like it had been run over, dismembered, run over again, and then put back together by a blind surgeon, but it held itself like it was the most pristine lion to ever walk the earth. It glanced over at the four siblings, meowed at them, then continued on its stroll to one of the empty boxes, which it jumped into and made itself comfortable inside.

“It’s a cat,” Donna said as if it should have been obvious, earning a snort from Moreau and then a glare from Heisenberg.

“It’s not funny,” Moreau said quickly after Heisenberg glared at him, too, but it was obvious Heisenberg’s leer was all in good fun.

“No, no. Tom from Tom and Jerry is a cat,” Heisenberg said. “THAT is an overgrown street rat.”

“Well, one could assume the same about you, but you don’t see us pointing it out,” Donna said breezily.

Another bout of laughter, this time with Heisenberg included.

“Okay, okay, you got me there,” Heisenberg said.

“Must you insist on reacting the same way every single time you see Tea Cake?” Alcina finally spoke up through the playful bickering. She crouched down next to the cat and stroked its back, which caused it to purr in content.

“It’s my trademark,” Heisenberg said with a shrug. “That old woman is still alive?”

“And kicking,” Alcina smiled fondly at her pet.

Tea Cake had been with her for a long fourteen years, witnessing more than a few existential crises and drunken concerts put on to chase off her lurking PTSD. That cat came during the worst part of her life, and Alcina owed everything to that little beast. She learned how to laugh and smile and genuinely feel again, not hide behind the facade that she was a strong, powerful woman who could take on everything and come out without a scratch.

And, yes, Alcina had known- still knew, that she had Miranda and her siblings, but sometimes they were not enough, not back then, not when she was filled with so much shame and self-hatred and disgust. Animals were different in a way people couldn’t be. Animals didn’t lie, they didn’t judge or think about how messed up you were in their heads. They didn’t share your secrets or give you false hope. They just--be there. They listened and lent their presence and, sometimes, that was all that was needed, and some people didn’t seem to understand that.

Tea Cake’s fur had dried more of Alcina’s tears than anyone else ever had because she never let them fall in front of others. Tea Cake didn’t get upset when Alcina touched her; she didn’t understand the concept of emotional trauma and sexual harassment and body image issues. She just cared, even if she didn’t quite get it.

Alcina would probably be dead if it weren’t for her.

Yes, she remembered that fateful night… The wind in her shaggy hair she hadn’t washed in days, the moonglow on her ashen skin, the tears burning in her eyes--all of it was so clear, even now. She remembered how horribly, hopelessly depressed she had been and how she drove out to a field with a note on the dashboard and a gun in the passenger seat.

At the time, nothing had helped her. Her antidepressants weren’t working, going out only made her feel unsafe, and her family’s presence no longer brought her comfort and happiness, rather guilt and shame. The only thing that ever helped was when she drowned herself in the alcohol she made for a living, drinking away her despair and trauma until her body tingled and the phantom hands went away. She was surprised her liver never exploded inside of her during those awful few months.

She had sat in her car for a while, leaning her head on the steering wheel and wallowing in silence and darkness. Then, she got out, made sure the note was visible, and grabbed the gun.

She considered calling or texting her mother and siblings, but that would make it hurt worse. It was better to leave them with their last memories of her than to have this sudden news of a goodbye that they wouldn’t be able to stop.

She placed the pistol’s barrel in her mouth and rested her finger on the trigger. Her life didn’t flash before her eyes like some movies or books say it did, and she was quite thankful for it. She didn’t want to relive the agony she had been put through that led her up to that point. She just shut her eyes as tight as possible in preparation for the bullet to pass through her brain…

Then, there was a rustling from the grass nearby.

Alcina hesitated. The metallic taste of the gun left her tongue and she looked in the direction of the noise.

“Hello?” she had called out in her best possible not-about-to-kill-herself voice.

A tiny meow answered her.

“Your roadkill wants you,” Heisenberg’s voice cut through the daze that had momentarily descended upon Alcina’s mind.

Blinking, Alcina realized that Tea Cake was gnawing on her finger and meowing. She smiled.

“It’s probably dinner time,” Alcina said. She stood up straight. “Come on, children. I have news to share.”

Curious, her three younger siblings followed her out of the room and to her kitchen, Tea Cake padding after them eagerly. Her house was a beautiful creation of the finest wood and the most luxurious stonework. Top-of-the-line appliances filled the space and every little detail, down to the hanging droplets on the chandelier and the grooves in the staircase railing, were customized to her preference. 6 bedrooms, 9 bathrooms, 17,182 square feet, 14.99 acres filled by lush vineyards, and $5,500,000 later, and you had the Dimitrescu Estate.

And it was a barren prison.

It had always been there, ever since she moved in: that lingering loneliness that seemed to shroud every hallway. She had so much space, but nobody to fill it. Nobody except herself, Tea Cake, and her maids, of course. Lying awake one night, thinking about this issue as she often did, a solution had finally come to her.

After pouring some wet food into Tea Cake’s food bowl, Alcina grabbed a bottle of sweet butter wine out of her wine fridge and poured a glass for herself and each of her siblings, all of which were staring at her curiously. After taking a long sip, she finally began: “As you all know, I have plans to foster a child. And I greatly appreciate all of the support you three have provided me up until now.”

“Is this an award ceremony or something?” Heisenberg joked light-heartedly. “Can I have the award for most boxes carried? I think I deserve that one.”

“You mean most boxes dropped?” Donna giggled, earning her a playful poke in the side.

“No, it is not an award ceremony,” Alcina glared at Heisenberg without any fire in her gaze. She opened up a drawer in the stainless kitchen island they were gathered around. “Though, this may very well be an award…” She pulled out a blue folder packed full of papers and set it on the marble countertop, grinning brightly. “I just wanted to let you all know first that my training is done. I’ve completed all the classes.” Her heart swelled in her heart as she spoke her next words: “I’m a foster mom now.”

All at once, her younger siblings lit up brighter than the sun’s supernova, throwing their arms up into the air and letting out a celebratory shout. Donna and Moreau even raced around the island to hug Alcina, which she returned with a laugh.

“Oh, that’s so wonderful, Alcina!” Donna said, squeezing her with surprising strength. “I’m so happy for you!”

“Me too,” Moreau agreed.

“Sal, are you crying?”

“No!” Moreau yelped, then sniffled. “I just have something in my eye, that’s all.”

“You mean tears?” Heisenberg teased. He then looked at Alcina. “That’s amazing, Alcina. I’m really happy for you. You deserve this.”

“Aww,” Alcina crooned. “Is my little brother going soft?”

Heisenberg instantly steeled himself. “Me? No way! I was just saying what you would want to hear.”

Still being embraced on either side by her other brother and sister, Alcina chuckled. “I see.”

“Do you know your placement yet?” Donna asked, looking up at Alcina as though she were a child again.

“Placements,” Alcina corrected. She couldn’t help but grin again as she spoke of her future children. “Two. I’m getting two little girls.”

“Aww!” Donna and Moreau both cooed.

Heisenberg was nodding. “Girls. Yes. I can do girls.” He looked up at Alcina. “I’m getting them a puppy.”

“Oh, you don’t have--”

“I’m getting them a puppy,” Heisenberg said again, and it was clear he wasn’t taking no for an answer.

Alcina chuckled. “Alright. A puppy it is.”

Donna and Moreau began to join in on plans for being the greatest aunt and uncle, with Moreau saying that they needed to come to his lake for a swim and Donna listing off all the toys she would make for them. Alcina listened to them with a fond smile, happy to have such a supportive family. This was exactly what her daughters were going to need.

Daughters.

Just thinking about that word made her heart flutter in her chest. Her grin turned giddy. She was going to be a mother soon.

As she sipped from her wine glass, she thought about her placements. She had gotten the call four days ago and was scheduled to meet the little ones in the next two weeks. She could still hear her caseworker’s words in her ears during the conversation as she recalled it to her siblings.

“The first is named Daniela,” Duke had said. He was a studious, patient man with a warm smile and hands like chipmunk paws, keen on helping Alcina ever since she started her training to become a foster parent six months ago. “She’s a little girl and eleven years old. Her parents have, unfortunately, recently died due to a car crash. Her living relatives are unfit to take care of her, so she’s been placed into the foster system. Right now, she’s staying with her aunt and uncle, but she cannot be kept there much longer because of, ah…jealousy issues with their actual child.

The second is named Cassandra. Another girl, this one twelve years old. She’s been in the foster program ever since she was a baby when she was given up, as she was born from a teenager who couldn’t take care of her. She’s had…quite a few foster homes, all of which had given her up to someone else due to…issues. I understand if you don’t want to take this child. She’s been known to cause problems in her houses and pick fights. There is-- woo, that’s a lot of complaints… There are some notes on her left by her former families and-- Goddamn. They’re writing of her like she’s a monster or something…”

“Of course, I couldn’t turn down either of them,” Alcina concluded her retelling. “Especially the second one. Cassandra. The poor thing sounds like she needs a good home.”

“You’re so sweet, Alci,” Donna said, smiling at her.

“Think you can handle it?” Heisenberg asked. “I’m not doubting your abilities, but from what you said about the kid… Well, she just sounds difficult.”

“You were difficult,” Alcina said, grinning at him. “And everything turned out just fine, didn’t it?”

Her youngest brother’s concern didn’t diminish. “Yes, but… I don’t want anything to happen to you or my niece.”

Alcina, Donna, and Moreau all cooed. Heisenberg huffed.

“Oh, shut it! I have a heart!”

“You do,” Alcina’s smile lightened slightly. “But don’t worry: everything will be okay. I can do this. I need to do this. Those two little girls need a mother.”

Heisenberg considered her for a moment, then nodded. He smiled at her. “You’ve got a good heart, Alcina,” he said. “If you ever need any help, I’m here.”

“Me too!” Donna joined in.

“Me three!” Moreau piped up.

Alcina laughed. “Thank you. Really. This means a lot to me. Now…” She raised her glass. “Let’s drink before we have to cut back because there will be children around!”

Her siblings laughed and mimicked her gesture.

Alcina couldn’t wait.

#foster au #resident evil au #resident evil fanfic #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #karl heisenberg #donna beneviento #salvatore moreau #mother miranda #dimitrescu daughters #a little unconventional

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02 | kiss it better | myg

🠒 summary: you're one of the lucky ones, everyone else tells you. finding your soulmate the day you turn 18 isn't something that happens to a lot of people... but you and your other half are going to have to make a lot of progress to be able to tolerate each other.

or, you and yoongi can feel everything the other feels, and you're hell bent on causing each other pain.

🠒 pairing: yoongi x reader

🠒 genre: angst, fluff, e2l!au, soulmates!au, college au, crack?

🠒 warnings: profanity, implied smut

🠒 word count: 2.6K

🠒 notes: omg tysm for all the love im literally about to start happy sobbing rn TT i hope you enjoy this chapter!! <3

btw if my writing is not up to par at any time pls let me know, i'd hate to give you low effort writing TT

part 02: two band-aids

(series m. list)

"I am so fucking stupid."

"I know."

"I can't believe I just ran out of there without saying anything!"

"Ah. I can."

"How is it Yoongi, though? I don't understand! How can two people who are so obviously different and have zero chance at getting along be paired like this?!"

"Hey," Jimin places a comforting hand on your shoulder, "maybe this is the universe trying to prove that you can find love where you least expect it!"

You shoot him the nastiest glare you can conjure up in the moment. "You sound like a children's fairy tale synopsis. Please shut up."

"No, but think about it!" Jimin sits upright, pulling the nearest pillow into his lap. "You don't like him, and he probably doesn't like you. You hate coffee, and he's practically in love with it. The only reason you guys ever interact is Taehyung, who you happen to be in love with."

"I'm not in love with him!"

"Sure," Jimin rolls his eyes. "Anyways, this is literally the perfect recipe for romance. I feel like I have front-row seats to the best enemies to lovers story ever."

"Don't make me hit you."

"It's true, though," Namjoon pipes up from beside you. You're sandwiched between both of them in an attempt to extinguish the growing dread in the pit of your stomach. "You don't really know what he's like, Y/N. People aren't always what they seem at first glance."

"I had more than just a glance," you snap. "And I know him for exactly what he is. A fucking sociopath."

"I mean, he's nice enough," Jimin explains. "I've spoken to him a few times in passing. Maybe he just wasn't having a good day when you talked to him?"

You pause and think, because your friends are right. It's plausible, isn't it? Not every grumpy person you meet goes out of their way to be antisocial... but you can't shake off that feeling you've harbored ever since you first met him.

"I don't like this," you whine, hiding your face under the blanket. "I don't like him. I don't want to be his soulmate."

Namjoon chuckles. "Soulmates aren't always lovers, Y/N. If he's actually a sociopath, or you genuinely despise him after giving him a chance, you're not obligated to love him."

"True," Jimin nods. "My parents were never soulmates, but you know how well they get along. They had me, after all," he adds as an afterthought. "They couldn't have done that without loving each other."

Namjoon winces. "Okay, no. Didn't need to hear that."

You let out a frustrated groan, kicking your legs under the sheets. "I hate this," you grumble. "And I can't even do anything ab — oh!" You sit up, suddenly enlightened and an imaginary lightbulb over your head. "I can!"

"You can what?" Jimin asks, clearly confused. In response, you simply beam at him before doing an impromptu somersault over his legs and tumbling right off the bed, landing on the ground with a loud thump.

"Y/N?!"

"She's insane!"

"She's gone mental!"

"Is she having a seizure?"

"Do we need an ambulance?!"

"Is she okay?"

"Joon, I'm too broke to pay for the ambulance!"

You throw them both off of you. "I'm right here, very much alive, and very sane, thanks."

"Well, what was that, then?" Jimin demands. "If you were trying to show off your gymnastics skills, it didn't work. You look like a clumsy baby koala."

You point at Namjoon. "He's the clumsy one. And no, I wasn't trying to show you my nonexistent gymnastics skills." A huge smile spreads across your face. "I just discovered a great way to release all my frustration."

"By falling off the bed?"

"No, but yes." You lean in like you're about to tell them a secret. "You know... I bet Min Yoongi is cursing the heavens right now, isn't he? For pairing him with someone like me."

Namjoon stares at you incredulously. "Don't tell me..."

"She's going to do it anyway," Jimin tells him, before turning to you. "You're just going to hurt yourself to hurt him, Y/N? Are you for real?"

"It's perfect!"

"It's stupid, and usually I would tell you to go for it if you were planning to kick some dumbass's butt, but not if you're getting hurt in the process."

"Well, I'm doing it anyway," you say. You're 100% decided; you've just found the one part of your bond with Yoongi that delights you the most, and with that comes your singular goal: irritating him to no end. "And this isn't even that bad, Jimin. Wait until I'm on my period. Then he's really going to wish he never knew me."

Actually, you're screwed.

"Ouch!" you hiss, your body jerking at the pain that courses through your arm. You're forced to stop writing mid-word, the dark blue ink a mess on your paper due to these constant interruptions of your sudden movements. "What the fuck?!"

The girl sitting across from you raises her eyebrows at you, half concerned for your sanity.

"Sorry," you whisper apologetically. "My soulmate's a jerk. Honestly, I probably caused this, but I don't regret it at all."

She laughs, eyes turning into small crescents. "Hate at first sight?"

"More like at first conversation." You sigh, letting the pen fall from your fingers. "I don't know how I'm supposed to get along with him, let alone love him. We have absolutely nothing in common, and I'm pretty sure this dislike is mutual. Which reminds me—"

You bang your knee against the table in retribution for Yoongi's attack on his own arm, a satisfied smile on your face.

"Wow." The girl stares at you, rather taken aback. "That's some serious beef you two have got."

"Yep. Can't stand him," you confirm. "What about you? Have you found yours yet?"

"Not yet," she says, trying to look indifferent — but you catch that wistful look in her eyes. "Someday soon, hopefully."

"You'll find them," you say, the exact words you've repeated to Jimin multiple times over the years. "Time is all it takes. I hope yours is less of a jerk than mine... and if they are, I'm more than happy to instruct you in the ways of torturing them."

"Noted," she smiles, before returning to her book.

You, though, can't focus. Actually, you haven't been able to concentrate on anything lately — ever since this trivial back and forth between you and Yoongi turned into something more desperate and warlike, it's all that's ever on your mind.

Sighing, you stand up, leaving your place at the table to go fetch a book from one of the many shelves lining the opposite wall of the library. It doesn't take you long to find what you're looking for, but you immediately stumble over and hit the ground, nearly knocking your head against the wood of the shelf.

"Fuck," you hear someone curse in the next aisle. You know that voice, you realize after a few seconds, immediately ducking your head around the corner in amused curiosity.

"What'd you do to yourself this time?"

Yoongi scowls at you from the ground, as irked as always. "None of your business."

"It kind of is, actually, now that I feel it too."

"Oh, really? Where was that concern when you were hurting yourself just to get back at me for doing absolutely nothing?"

"You did it back! You have no right to be telling me what I did was wrong if you decided to do it too!"

"Why the hell did you do it in the first place?"

"Shh!" The librarian walks past the two of you, giving you a sharp glare as she replaces a few books with the ones in her hands. You nod apologetically to her, head bowed.

"You're so loud," you whisper a few seconds later, just as Yoongi gets himself off the ground and has managed to gather the books he'd dropped.

"You literally started yelling first, Y/N."

A deep frown makes its way onto your face. "You know what? I still don't understand why you're like this. Can we not have a civil conversation for once? Every time I talk to you it turns into a goddamn argument!"

"Yeah, well, maybe if you'd just minded your own business, we wouldn't be having this argument!" Yoongi pauses for a breath. "You always make it an argument, Y/N, I don't go out of my way to pick a fight with you!"

"Isn't that what you're doing right now?"

"No! I just don't understand your problem with me! Look," he says, a little calmer, "I know you don't want to be my soulmate. And I'm not particularly in love with you either. But you can at least act like I'm human too, right? Or is that too much for your inflated pride?"

"Did you just call me arrogant?" you ask incredulously, trailing after him as he walks back to where he was sitting. "You think I'm doing this because I'm conceited?"

"N—"

"Well, for your information, I'm not. I just really dislike you."

Yoongi tongues his cheek in frustration, slamming his book down onto the table. "And for what?" he demands. "I like to know it if and when I fuck up, Y/N. Stop repeating the fact that you hate me and just tell me why."

You flinch at his harsh tone and the sensation that sends a painful twinge through your palm. "You're just... you're so hard to talk to," you accuse. "Like, really? How am I supposed to wrap my head around this whole thing when I can't have a conversation with you without feeling like shit?"

He's gaping at you now. "I'm making you feel like shit? And you're not doing the same by basically trash talking me to my face?"

"I'm not! I'm just telling the truth; and besides, you asked!"

"Who are you to go around judging the way people are? Not everyone is bubbly and cheery, you know? Being grumpy for a second doesn't mean being grumpy for a lifetime!"

"Well, I can't tell, can I? Not when you always act like you hate the rest of the human race!"

Yoongi doesn't reply to you, just staring back at you for a few moments. Instead, his jaw clenches as he turns away without any kind of rebuttal.

"Alright," he says gruffly. "I'll go first."

Your eyes widen slightly as your frustration dissipates. You'd only meant to check on him out of curiosity after his fall, you hadn't intended for it to escalate to this scale at all... "Wait—"

"Don't bother to talk to me next time," he interrupts you, a hint of bitterness to his voice. "Since I always make you feel like shit, anyways."

"No, I didn't m—"

Yoongi's gone before you can give him any miserable excuse from your side, bag slung over his shoulder and that cup of coffee in his right hand. You catch a glimpse of his fingers wrapped around the cup, two band-aids covering the knuckles of his smallest digits, and you can't help but wonder... did you do that to him? All those days you spent wrapping bandages around your legs and arms, was he doing the same?

But you hate him, right? No matter how closely bound you two are, you're allowed to do this, aren't you?

You don't know.

You recall the sight of his worn out expression and sigh, shaking your head. Whatever it is about Min Yoongi that draws the worst out of you, you'll never know. All you're sure of is that apparently you're supposed to love him, apparently you're supposed to be his and vice versa. But you just can't.

As you trudge back to your seat, you notice that the girl from earlier is still there, still taking diligent notes — except her eyes now follow you, a mixture of concern and curiosity.

"I'm fine," you state. The words come out far harsher than intended, but she doesn't seem to take offense.

"Really?" she asks instead. "S'great if you are, but if you're not then you're just lying to yourself, Y/N."

You blink at her, surprised. "Huh? How'd you know my name?"

"You guys were yelling," she explains. "I could hear him from over here."

"Aish. Sorry."

"Don't worry about it." She chews on her pencil for a second, seemingly contemplating something. "Mind if I give you my two cents?"

The girl's awfully blunt and gets right to the point, and it reminds you of your friends for a moment. Something about her just makes you want to trust her, to let her in.

So you shrug your shoulders and say, "Sure."

"Second chances only come once."

"Huh?"

She nods, tucking her hair behind her ear. "You don't really know anything about him," she says. "You don't know what's happened to him before. You could be his second chance, and he probably just took a blow after that whole debacle you two had over there."

"What?"

She chuckles softly, and you find yourself rethinking your stance on the situation. She's right, she's right, your heart tells you, but your brain is saying something else entirely, and it's maddening.

"Give him a chance, Y/N. Everyone deserves one."

Hours later, you're still thinking about what a random stranger said to you at the library earlier.

Yoongi? A chance? No, thank you. You don't need to waste any more of your time on guys that aren't going to give you the time of day once they're not interested.

And yet, a small part of your conscience says otherwise. He's not just any guy, it reminds you. You're soulmates for a reason.

You're so frustrated you want to tear your hair out. "Soulmates are stupid!"

Jimin walks into your room with two cans of soda, an eyebrow raised as he tosses one to you. "Yikes, Y/N. What's gotten into you today?"

"Min Yoongi," you grumble.

Your best friend gapes at you, nearly spilling his soda all over himself. "I'm sorry, what?"

"What?"

"Already, Y/N?!"

You're confused as you take a sip of the sweet drink. "Already what, Jimin?"

He's opening and closing his mouth, eyes so wide he looks like a clown out of those children's cartoons. "You and Yoongi — you guys — I can't believe you finally got laid!"

This prompts you to spit out the liquid in your mouth, dissolving into a coughing fit as you try and regain your breath.

"There, there," Jimin says, stroking your back gently. "I won't mention it again if you don't want me to, I'm sorry. Was he a bad lay?"

"A bad what? Jimin, I don't know what you think I'm doing, but having sex with him is most certainly not on my list," you frown.

Your best friend, on the other hand, looks totally dumbfounded.

"Huh? But you answered with his name!"

You smack the side of his head gently. "That's not how idioms work, dumbass."

"Okay, sheesh, sorry," he apologizes, rubbing his temple. "But really, though. Everything okay with Yoongi?"

"Not really," you say truthfully, "but it's fine. Neither of us are expecting anything from the other."

Jimin looks skeptical as he eyes you carefully. "You sure?"

"Mhm."

He tilts his head back, draining the can of soda as he swallows. "You know, Y/N, maybe you should give the guy a chance."

There it is again, that word. The one thing everyone tells you that you need to give.

But is it worth your time? Is he worth your time? Or is he just going to walk away and leave you broken again? Maybe you're being selfish, but you'd rather spare yourself the heartbreak process than willingly go into something you know won't be good for you.

"Yeah, okay," you lie through your teeth, soda can still nearly full in your hand. "Maybe I will."

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pedros-mustache · 3 years

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convenience

summary: he was within arm’s reach. that’s all.

warnings: suggestions of harassment, alcohol consumption, language, innuendo

a/n: no thoughts, frankie morales and his broad shoulders only. poorly edited so forgive any mistakes you find. i’ll go back and fix soon.

you rarely come to the bar alone. tonight is an anomaly.

grabbing drinks after a long work week is more enjoyable with friends by your side, and you frequent this particular watering hole what feels like every friday but can’t be more than twice a month. life is busy for you and what friends remain from your college days. babies and partners and jobs—it keeps everyone running to and fro like chickens with their heads cut off. (for you, of course, it’s just the job that’s got you strung out. no husband, no babies. that shouldn’t matter, but sometimes it does.) still, despite hectic schedules, there’s a standing date a few times a month: friday, eight o’clock, the booth with the cracked-plastic seat coverings in the far right corner.

you like the noisy atmosphere of this place, and it’s easy to lose a few hours while gossiping over cheap margaritas, a whitney houston song thumping over the tinny loudspeakers. the air smells like cigarette smoke—that’s your only qualm—but the drinks are cheap, the food is passable, and it’s a chance to let loose and really enjoy yourself after a five days of business boredom.

of course, that’s what “the hot bird” is like most of the time. today is different. today is tuesday, it’s six-thirty, and you really shouldn’t be here alone.

you twirl the thin plastic straw around your drink and risk a glance over your shoulder. there’s a guy in your regular booth—red-faced with alcohol, tie loosened, dress shirt two sizes too big. you know he’s staring at you because you can feel his eyes on your back, your hips, your ass; he’s anything but discreet. his stare hurts like a healing sunburn: itchy, uncomfortable, hard to ignore. even from across the bar, his focus is unyielding, and you doubt he’s one to be easily dissuaded, not with the rabble-rousing friends at his booth, jostling drinks and shoulders alike. you imagine he’s biding his time, waiting for you to feel comfortable so he can strike. which is exactly what you need after being passed up for promotion (again): a drunk asshole bent on making your shitty day worse just for the hell of it.

the bartender—josh—says your name and sets a cocktail down on the counter in front of you. “here,” he says. he jerks his chin forward, indicating the back of the room. “it’s from the guy in the back.”

“oh god.” you resist the urge to look over your shoulder again. the muscles in your neck twitch, scream at you to turn and appraise the self-satisfied smirk on this guy’s face, but you hold still. you are nothing if not resolute in your determination to mind your on business, wallow in self pity, and get home without much of a fuss. “what the fuck is this thing?”

josh cringes. “it’s a b-52, our least popular drink.”

“it looks like spilled motor oil and congealed grease had a baby.”

to your right, in the barstool two over from yours, there’s a snort of amusement. your eyes snap to the side, but don’t register the other patron before josh is tapping your wrist. you hold your breath, stomach clenching at the conciliatory look on his face.

“don’t look now. i think he’s coming over.”

“of course he is,” you mutter, dropping your forehead to your palm. fuck, you really do not want to cry right now, but tears prick the corners of your eyes anyway. traitorous bastards. it’s been a long day, and you aren’t sure you have the mental fortitude to tactfully tell some guy to piss off without causing a scene or bursting into a blubbering mess.

“i can tell him—”

a smooth, unflustered voice cuts josh off mid-sentence. “no, let me.”

a half-filled pint of beer and a plastic basket of fries slide across the counter, and then a man, shoulders broad and trucker cap pulled low, drops to the stool beside you. you gape at him, jaw hanging. the guy from two stools over—eavesdropper.

“unless,” he continues. “you want to tell him to fuck off yourself. i’m sure you can—you look like a capable woman—but i know men and sometimes...” he trails off, but you catch his drift well enough. you know men too, and the men who frequent this bar are often of the seedier variety.

except maybe not this guy... he seems nice enough, willing to lend a hand, and after the day you’ve had, you’ll take any help you can get. plus he’s easy on the eye, and it’s been awhile since anyone with such a handsome face paid you any mind.

you twist slightly in your stool, turning your body to face him. you open your mouth to offer your name, but he beats you to it, sliding his hand over the low, curved back of your stool. his presence—so masculine yet so gentle—crowds you, and you fight the urge to suck in a sharp breath. mouth hovering over your ear, he lowers his voice, and his opposite hand, long fingers splayed outwards, settles on the counter. you’re boxed in, an arm on either side of your body, but, strangely, it feels... good, safe even.

“i’m frankie,” he says. “just follow my lead, and we’ll both be out of your hair in no time.”

you turn your face to meet frankie’s eyes. he’s so near you can feel his breath on your cheeks, could kiss his plush lips if you dared. his smile, small but encouraging, eases the clench in your stomach. your gaze drifts from his warm, brown eyes to the thumb-sized spot on his chin absent the fine layer of scruff otherwise covering his jaw. god, he’s handsome.

“uh—excuse me? i couldn’t help but notice you ignored the drink i sent over.” the man from the back of the room leans against the counter, his gaze tight on your face, elbows poised casually on the bar. his voice belies none of the uncertainty he should probably feel when confronted with your obvious disinterest and frankie’s breadth. “picked my favorite for a sweet thing like you.”

gritting your teeth, you turn your head. “thanks, but i don’t think—” your resolve wavers when the man’s fat lips spread into a grin. shit, he likes this doesn’t he—how uncomfortable you are? he reminds you of richard, the guy who got the promotion you deserve: smarmy and entirely too good at weaseling. your stomach sours.

“you can’t turn me down until you at least take a sip of the thing.” reaching over his chest, the man picks up the cocktail. the three distinct layers jostle in the small shot glass.

perhaps he sees the fine sheen of tears that rush to your eyes or perhaps it’s just to make a point, but frankie’s hand drops to your thigh. the warmth of his palm filters through the mesh of your tights. without thinking, you twine your fingers through his and squeeze.

“she said no, man.”

for the first time, your would-be-suitor’s stare slides to focus on frankie. he arches a thin eyebrow. there’s no mistaking the way his chest inflates as frankie straightens his spine. “yeah? and who are you?”

frankie speaks without hesitation. “her boyfriend.”

the man huffs, incredulous. “well, you didn’t claim her before now so i’m just taking my shot. free pick, ya know? first come first serve.”

frankie slides from the stool to standing. he’s near the same height as the other man, but there’s something about the clench in his jaw and the way his fingers tighten around yours and the way he moves to grip your shoulder than has you leaning into him despite the anger rolling off him in sharp waves. your shoulder pushes against the soft cotton of his t-shirt, and you hold your breath.

“say that again and i’ll crack your skull open on the counter.”

the man blinks, stunned, then laughs. it’s a harsh, nervous bark. his eyes flit to the back of the room then return to frankie. “you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. what are you? some macho man?”

“no—retired special forces. i can and i will make your life a living hell if you don’t crawl back into the hole you came from. leave my lady alone.”

“shit.” the man shakes his head before tossing the rejected cocktail down his throat with a cringe. “ain’t fucking worth it anyway.” he slams the glass down on the counter and, heeding frankie’s advice, returns to sulk in the back booth, tail tucked between his legs.

frankie waits until the asshole is sat snug in his booth before returning to his stool. he pops a now-cold fry in his mouth then tags a long swig of his beer. you watch him and decide you’ve never wanted to kiss someone so badly in your entire life.

“thank you,” you breathe. “i—fuck, i didn’t realize you’d be so... intimidating.”

frankie shrugs, eats another fry. he avoids your eye. “hate to see you treated like that. least i can do.”

you hum in approval, tracing the curve of his nose with your gaze. “i got passed up for a promotion today,” you offer. “put me in a real tailspin. i don’t normally go out in the middle of the week.”

fry dangling between his pointer finger and thumb, frankie finally returns his eyes to yours. “i’m sorry to hear that. if it makes you feel any better, i got stood up. i don’t normally go out in the middle of the week either.”

“guess we’re just a couple of losers then.” when frankie’s eyebrow lifts, you visibly cringe. you grab his forearm and squeeze your eyes shut. “no, wait—that’s not what i meant. i meant that... in the grand scheme of things, we aren’t... i mean...” squinting, you risk a peek at him. “shit, i’m sorry.”

after a moment, frankie smiles—and your heart leaps to your throat. he motions to josh at the other end of the bar. “what drink do you like?” he asks. “we can make it a real date, if you want? you know, to keep up appearances.”

“a real date?”

he nods. “yeah. i’m not big on fate and shit like that, but... well, maybe i’m big on fate tonight.” his eyes roam your face, and you wonder if he’s drinking you in, memorizing your features. unlike before, his stare is kind, appreciative, reverent. your cheeks heat under his gaze, but you don’t look away.

the corner of your mouth pulls into a grin. “okay.” you smile at josh when he appears. “i like mojitos.”

“really?” at your nod, frankie’s smile widens. “me too.”

you reach for a fry in his basket. “must be fate then,” you say with a shrug.

“yeah.” his hand falls to your thigh again, squeezing the flesh around your knee. you look from his hand to his face, and anything you once thought shitty about the day turns rosy with possibility. “must be fate.”

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