#rendering this was a workout I swear

[janetcage]

Drew everybody’s favorite blind telekinetic swordsman ⚔️♥️

#Dropping my first MK fanart on here #rendering this was a workout I swear #but he’s so nice to draw 🤩♥️🌟⚔️😍 #this is pretty much mk1 Kenshi but in his deadly alliance outfit #cause I ain’t drawing all of that 💀 #mk1 #mk deadly alliance #mortal kombat #kenshi takahashi #mk fanart #my art #mortal kombat fanart

[robynlilyblack]

That doesn’t leave us many options

Sirius Black x fem! shy! reader

Summary: Sirius gets an unexpected visitor whose in need of a place to stay

Warnings: swearing, mentions of food, eating and sex, acquaintances (but more mutual pining for afar) to lovers, sirius being a total sweetheart

A/n: 2.7k words, it's a little bit different to the usual enemies to lovers one bed trope and is more friends to lovers, I hope you like it x

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You took a deep breath before lifting your hand to knock, but your knuckles barely graze the wood, resolve faltering once more. You had to thank merlin that his flat didn’t have a peep hole, only thing that could make this situation worse was the embarrassment of knowing he saw you standing outside his door for what was quickly becoming a shameful amount of time

It shouldn’t have been this scary, the goosebumps on your arms and legs half from the cold air and half from the reason you came here in the first place. If it had been any other marauder you would have been nervous sure but not near crippled at the door. But this was no normal marauder this was Sirius, he boy that rendered you, an already shy, near mute girl just that completely

You had liked him for a while, that school girl crush you held grew post-hogwarts when yours and Marlene's flat just so happened to be across the street from his, James' and Remus'. The narrow street and similar height of your windows made things a little difficult…little being an understatement considering the amount of bruises you had now sustained via falling and/or launching yourself away from the window when you saw him

“You got this” you whisper to yourself, bouncing on the balls of your feet in order to psych yourself up

One shaky breath later you knocked, letting out a small yip at how loud the first thump was before letting the next two be rather pitiful as if that would make up for it

Silence

You honestly didn’t know if you wanted him to answer, but as you heard some weird creak from down the hall you hoped he would, and soon at that. Marlene was staying with Dorcas tonight as it was their anniversary and Dorcas' flat was closer to the restaurant, while James and Remus were off on a camping trip.

Why exactly? Because Lily and Marlene bet James he could never camp like a muggle for an entire weekend. And as for why Remus was accompanying him? Well, someone needed to vouch James didn’t cheat and actually did it, ergo leaving Remus with the job as Sirius wasn’t trustworthy enough not to lie or find a work around on his friends behalf

You knock again, flinching at the grumpy ‘I’m coming’ before a small crash and swear. Shaking your arm you prepared for him to open the door, not knowing whether to cringe or brace yourself for the one extraordinarily upset puppy you just woke up

“What!” he snaps as quickly as the door opens, breathing heavy and a groggy look about him

His eyes are still half shut when he hears your little squeak, flying open to see you standing in front of him looking sheepish

“Y/n?” his face softens immediately, instead of anger concern now paints his rather chiselled features…

...Not the time y/n...

Out of all the people to show up at his door Sirius never would have expected you, yet at the same time he always hoped you would. It wasn’t that you never came over on your own but more you came to see or talk to anyone but him. It hurt, although it was more of a dull ache now, it had been like this since hogwarts, you and he just never spoke, no matter how much he wished you would

Instead he let himself admire you for afar, that statement made true as he bribed Remus for the front bedroom so he could face yours. He was never a creep, but he did workout by the window, read and do mundane things there just so he may glance up to see you reading, laughing with marlene, maybe dancing around as you cooked…and once falling which was equally concerning and funny to him

“Hi” you give him a shy smile that looks more like a wince, still nervous he’s angry you woke him

His heart ached that he shouted earlier, even if he didn’t know it was you he still felt bad, like the way you step on an animal's tail and can’t begin to explain how sorry you are. Sirius never really felt guilt during his worst pranks, the willow incident excluded of course, so this feeling was foreign, yet it was how he knew you were special, he didn’t just care for anybody

“Hi…” he says quite roughly so he coughs in attempt to remove the scruffiness “Hi” another cough “Hi…fuck it” he lets out a breathy laugh embracing the scruff, even more at your little giggle “What can I do for you darlin?” he wonders, it was late not quite midnight but still late, anything could have happened, you needed him and he was more than here to help

“Well…” your words lose you, although from Sirius’ rough voice, somehow perfect bed head curls and use of the pet name you just adored, you were sure those words where running off to the hills and never to return

“Well?” he extends the syllables softly, not wanting to pressure or scare you away

You chew on your bottom lip, breathing slowly in and out your nose to compose yourself and try to remember the little speech you had planned

“Marlene is out, she’s staying with dorcas and…” you say shaky, nerves overcoming you as this would be the longest conversation you had ever semi held alone with him

He mistakes your nerves for fear though “What happened? Someone try to get in? Something break? On fire? Trust me I’ve dealt with it all…mostly being Prongs as he has a nasty habit of leaving the door unlocked…” he speaks quickly, soon off on his own little ramble, hands subconsciously finding the sides of your upper arms 

“Sirius?” your voice is timid and quiet but it’s enough for him to stop

“Sorry” he shake his head and self out of it “Sorry” he repeats, removing his hands and letting out a edgy chuckle as he scratches the back of his neck “So Marls is at Dorcas'…” he prompts trying his best to stop the blush creeping up his cheeks

Your eyes widen nodding as you begin explaining again “Marlene watched a movie without me last week…” you aren’t looking at him more just in his general area, eyes defocusing so you could concentrate on talking hence you don’t clock his surprise amusement at your first statement “...you see we rented it together but she watched in retaliation to me eating her…sorry” you cut your ramble short much to the boys dismay

“Don’t be, continue” he gives you a sweet smile

You return it bashfully 

“I decided to watch it myself as we need to give it back in a few days but she didn’t tell me it was a horror movie. So now every shadow I see or noise I hear I’m terrified it’s a little…creepy…” you bring your hands to the bottom of your face, wiggling your fingers “...thing coming to get me” you lower your hands, a little embarrassed but his fond smile makes you less afraid to ask “Can I stay here tonight?”

“Yeah” he says a little quickly and loudly causing you to jump “Sorry” he does it again before finally lowering his tone “Sorry. Still a little high from thinking I needed to kick a robbers arse” he plays it off, it was true in a way but he didn’t want to seem way too keen about having you under his roof

“I’m still a little high too…I sort of threw the remote control at a vase and smashed it thinking it was one of those things” you confess as he motions for you to enter and closes the door behind

He walks deeper into the apartment with you closely in tow “No shame in that. Me and Prongs made a fort the first time his parents left us alone, gathered every pillow and cover in the…fuck” he stops causing you to walk into the back of him

“Ow” you whisper as he turns around cringing “What's wrong?” you tilt your head

He scrunches his face “Moons and Prongs’ beds don’t have mattresses” he says almost like an appology

“Oh” you pout “What happened to them?” a small smile gracing your face as if you know the marauders you’ll know it’s something funny

“You can’t tell anyone” 

You hold up your pinky watching as he eyes it. You were about to explain what it was when he grins, wrapping his own around yours and giving it a squeeze before letting go

“Prongs and Moony bought a muggle tent for the bet, but Red and Marls never specified what size nor that the items inside couldn’t be charmed” he smirks and you listen to him entranced “They shrunk down their mattresses and bought an 8 person tent, took all of the covers and everything as Prongs thought a sleeping bag was uncivilised and Moony…well Moons’ back would break if he had to sleep on the ground like that” he chuckles

“That's really smart” you commend them, knowing pretty quickly it was Sirius’ idea by the way his happy grin turns prideful

“Thank you” he bobs his head, heart fluttering that his crush found him smart “Actually there is a spare mattress, we got it after the…” his words slow down “...you don’t wanna know” he shakes his head

You nod a little wary, following him into his bedroom and watching him look for the spare. You had never been inside his room, Remus’ loads since you, Lily and he would host your secret book club there, and even James’ once or twice. It was nice, smelt just like him, posters on the walls, clothes scattered about here and there but nothing too untidy

“Do you have a spare quilt too?” you ask causing him to stop raking and turn to you

“Yes” he nods but something flashes behind his eyes

“Yes?”

“Yes?…” his repetition is less certain “...No?” 

“No?”

He gives you a look somewhere between sad, embarrassed and weirdly proud “We used them to make a fort in the study so me and prongs could nap in our forms. They’ll be covered in hair…and probably drool…Prongs' drool’” he says firmly but the blush on his face tells you it’s not just prongs and you can’t help but feel your lips tug upwards at the image

You face then drops to a look of thought but before you could speak he does

“You can have my bed I’ll sleep in the little fort as Padfoot” he offers, ensuring your comfort came first

You start nodding but as he goes to leave you stop him “Wait…” you don’t finish your thought though

There were two perfectly good beds in your flat, you could offer them but a selfish little part of you wanted the idea that just sprung to mind “You once said that sleeping like that for more than two hours... fucks your back” you quote him on the last bit

Sirius’ face goes through a mixture of positive emotions that you remembered that tiny group conversation from well over a month ago as well as the fact you swear so sweetly it's almost not even one at this point

“That doesn’t leave us many options” his eyes flick to his bed then to you, as do your own, both thinking the same thing

“It’s a decent size” you note rather awkwardly

He chuckles “It is a decent size, average” he gestures to the air as awkwardly as you do before meeting your eyes “Little bigger than average actually” he says raises his eyebrows, underlying tone beneath h words

You cock your head in confusion before you get it, mouth like a fish before you press your lips together, trying to suppress your smile, cheek rising.

Sirius’ felt quite proud at that, especally as you were quite clearly flustered yet not looking uncomfortable, if anything your shoulders relaxed

Neither of you say anything else, instead moving to get into the bed, both fixing your pillows before you notice one final detail

“Single quilt?” you lift up the end Sirius places over you

He smiles coyly “Fake answer or real answer” he lets you choose, usually he would spout the fake one but you were you, he didn’t mind you knowing the truth

“Fake first” you ask and he obliges

“Cheaper and they only had a single at the shop” he says simply as you both shift under the cover, a healthy distance between your shoulders as you stare at the ceiling

“And the real one” you look over at him

He glances at you then keeps his eyes fixed to the ceiling, looking embarrassed as his answer is by any definition sadly sweet “A single encourages cuddling, something I really want but will never ask for cause I’m…I’m too scared” he admits, not daring to look at you to see your reaction, you probably think he’s a…wait

He feels you lift his arm, head snapping down to watch you slide in next to him, arm coming around his torso as your head settles above in the small space between his upper arm and chest

“Is this okay?” you check, even though you're sure his previous answer was an invitation...or at least you hoped it was

He doesn’t answer, just wraps his arms around you, tugging you impossibly closer and igniting some giggles from you. He eventually lets up his tight grip, your head on his chest with his chin brushing against your hair

“Why have we never really spoken to one another?” he whispers, the sorrow evident in his voice

Your head shifts upwards to you can see him, looking down at you with characteristic puppy eyes and you remain silent for a moment, thinking your reply through

“I’m quite shy…” you start “...back at Hogwarts you merely looking at me made me so…so flustered” you confess, eyes flicking away from him, missing how his own light up “I couldn’t even make a sound. Now, although I’ve gotten better I guess I supposed you wouldn’t be interested…in talking to me” you add in after a small break in order to save yourself from rejection

He gently rocks you closer and you return your eyes to his “I was very interested…in talking to you” he plays the same trick

“Really?”

“Really”

“Me?” you bring your hand up to point and he could've died right there at how cute you looked, eyes wide filled with hope, disbelief and everything he'd ever craved

“You” slides his arm from your waist, taking your hand and kissing the palm, lingering there as his eyes say fixated on you, and that was the moment you died and gone to the sweet hereafter

“Are you free tomorrow?” he asks, letting your hands intertwine before bringing them to his heart

You nod, heart thumping and you’re sure he can feel it as his is doing something similar

“Want to go on a date with me?” you nod again, a huge smile on your face “Sure? You don’t seem too eager” he teases, confidence returning now he knows you want him the same way

“Very sure” you can’t stop your smile from getting wider, nor your faces moving that little bit closer as you’re caught up in the excitement

He chuckles “We could make a day of it if you want? I have the bike” he suggests 

“What are you thinking?” you ask, eyes sparking as your faces continue to move closer

“Maybe to the peak district or the dales where some of those books you love are set? Maybe bring a picnic with us. With the bike we can get there in like a couple hours never any traffic up there” he jokes, cheeks going a little red as he realises how he just gushed, but the embaressement fade as your nose brushes over his  

“How long have you been…umm” you whisper, unable to finish as you didn’t want to assume

“A lot longer than I’d care to admit at present”

You both giggle

“You aren’t what I imagined'' you say when the laughter dies down and his head tilts ever so slightly “You know when you imagine someone in your head, and you tell yourself there is no way they would really be this sweet, especially not to me?” you think out loud

“More than anything” he replies, eyes meeting your own and occasionally your lips

“You more than exceeded my wildest dreams” you tell him, adoring how his eyes shine like the star he’s name after

“Ditto darlin’” he winks and chew on your lip, holding your smile as you watch his eyes drift down to it, lingering before the come back up “You should know that I’m putty in your hands…I’d do whatever you asked of me, and not even within reason I'd really do anything” he laughs as do you

“Anything?” 

“Anything” he nudges his nose with yours

“Kiss me”

Thank you for reading 💛

#sirius and reader #sirius black and reader #sirius x reader #sirius black #sirius black and you #sirius x y/n #sirius black x reader #sirius black and y/n #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x you #sirius and you #sirius and y/n #sirius x you #marauders #marauders era #robynsrequests

[starlitangels]

for the word im thinkingg reverie andd with guy

One of my favorite words!

Reverie

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Guy likes cooking. He always has. It's easy. You have instructions, you follow them. There's enough repetition that it keeps his mind delightfully empty save for instructions.

And when his mind is empty, it frees up disk space for him to imagine and dream. He's been writing since he was a kid, and he's finally making headway. Cooking helps him work through plotholes.

Sometimes it means he over-mixes his batter, but his hands go on screensaver mode while his brain spins.

This time, however, his mind isn't on the sitcom he's been brewing in the back of his mind.

Because you're actually home from work early.

And it's always a sight to watch you doing your after-work decompression workout.

His hand around the rubber scraper is going in circles in the saucepan of dinner, but he's not looking at the au gratin potatoes. He's watching you do pushups in the living room.

"You know," you say, "if you take a picture, it will last a lot longer."

Guy jolts, your voice knocking him from his reverie.

"Well sure," he replies. "But pictures don't move—and a video wouldn't render the detail of watching those muscles roll under your skin." He purrs seductively—and jokingly. Earning him a scoff and eye-roll from you nonetheless.

"You're gonna burn the potatoes," you remark.

"I'm paying attention," Guy says defensively. Proving his point by tearing his gaze away from your backside to his saucepan of potatoes.

You snort and continue your decompression workout. "Sure you are," you retort.

Guy swears under his breath and scrapes at where some of the potatoes are nearly burned to the bottom of the pan. You smirk—your point proven—and push yourself to your feet. Catching Guy sneaking a peek out of the corner of his eye.

"Enjoying the view?" you ask sarcastically.

Guy—potato scraping finished—whirls, placing the back of his hand on his forehead. "Always, honey!" he exclaims. "You find me entranced and enraptured by your unique level of intermittent affection and unendingly attracted to your disgruntled expressions and sexy ass—"

"Guy!"

He blinks, blue-green eyes turning innocent in a heartbeat. "Yeah baby?"

You roll your eyes. Again. "You've got such a crass mouth, Guy."

Regret fills you the moment Guy's face splits into that smile that spells trouble. "Well, why don't you come do something about my crass mouth?"

You lift a brow. "You're supposed to be watching the potatoes so they don't scald to the bottom of the pot."

"I can do both!"

"I'm gonna go shower," you say. "I'll be back. Stay. Here."

"But what if I wanna join you in the shower?"

"Too bad. Chicken is in the oven and you're on potato duty." You move to leave the room—but Guy grabs your wrist.

"One kiss?" He turns big, pleading eyes on you, batting his lashes.

"One." You lean and press a kiss to his mouth.

He tries to deepen it, greedily grabbing for more, but you pull away.

"Nuh-uh. I'm going to go shower." You pull away and dodge out of the room.

"Honeeeeeyyyyy!" Guy complains.

You snort as you shut the door to the bathroom. "Daydream about me if you're that needy!" you call.

"I already did that all day!" Guy whines.

"Dinner first. Then we'll see." You twist the knob of the shower to get it to start to warm up.

"Fiiiiine."

#Star does Micro Fics #Redacted Audio #Redacted ASMR #Redacted Guy #Redacted Honey

[visceravalentines]

yesterday I learned about Coregasms and then you post a fic about Bo working out 🤔

just gonna drop these couple excerpts here 🤔

"What exactly is a ‘coregasm’?

A coregasm is an orgasm that happens while you’re doing a core exercise or workout. When you engage your muscles to stabilize your core, you may also end up contracting the pelvic floor muscles that can be essential to achieving orgasm."

"There is one thing that scientists know for sure: Coregasms occur independently of sexual thoughts and fantasies. They’re considered asexual in nature."

"For men, a coregasm may feel similar to a prostate orgasm. Prostate orgasms are said to last longer and be more intense. That’s because they can produce a continuous sensation instead of a pulsating one. This sensation may also expand throughout your body.

Ejaculation is also possible — even if your penis isn’t erect."

"Although high-intensity workouts are thought to inspire a quicker coregasm, you can also make a low-impact routine work for you. If you want to spend time on an easier exercise, you can improve your chances by doing more repetitions.

Use mindfulness to bring your awareness to your body and notice any sensations that arise. Even if you don’t have a coregasm during your workout, it’s possible that by promoting blood circulation you’ll be more likely to respond to sexual arousal after you finish.

You may experience exercise-induced arousal if you don’t have a coregasm."

I'm not big into gym bros I swear I'm not but this really sent me on a journey. Not one but TWO filthy little blurbs below the cut:

You flinched like a kicked puppy when the mudroom door flew open with such force it rebounded off the wall. You almost bolted when you saw the look on his face, but the fight and the flight had been ripped out of you long ago and replaced with fondness, so you pressed yourself against the sink and waited for him to do what he would.

He pinned you to the counter with his hips, wrapped his big hands around the back of your skull, and kissed you with a fury. You melted into him, eyes open, always willing, always wary. Christ--he was already hard. His hands smelled like iron and his shirt was damp.

"Take your clothes off," he muttered, but he didn't give you the chance, hoisting you up onto the counter and forking your legs around his waist.

You gasped as he sucked on the hollow of your throat. His hands were all over you. There was something validating about his blind need, something that felt like purpose. "You feel good, baby?" you asked, almost but not quite teasing.

"Shut up."

You obliged.

And then AND THEN bc life is short and brutal and thinking about this man's general nasty makes it all okay

56 seconds. He could hold a plank for 56 seconds.

He was going to make it to a minute this morning, or he was going to be annoyed all day.

He sank to his knees on the frayed carpet square, wincing at the twinge in his bad leg. From there he went down on his stomach, trying to center himself, trying to clear his head. Exercise helped quiet the hum of his thoughts but today had been a struggle.

The carpet smelled like mildew. He planted his forearms, tried to focus. There was a bite mark on his wrist from the night before and he snickered at the memory.

Damn, he was struggling today.

He pushed into a plank position, started counting. The first 20 seconds were always easy. Around the halfway mark shit got hard.

33...34....

His breath started to come in spurts. His arms quivered, just a little, and he flexed them in protest. He felt his spine begin to bend and forced it straight, eyes boring into the floor. Bo Sinclair was a man made of will.

47...48....

His tongue played at his teeth. He angled his hips, demanding his trembling abs hold--hold--

A sudden rush of saccharine sensation flooded his body with a vengeance. Before he had a second to process what was happening he was collapsing to his knees, convulsing, gasping, rendered completely ineffectual by the merciless euphoria gripping him deep in his core.

Some semi-functional corner of his brain kept counting, 56, 57, 58....

He came back to his senses around 71. Panting hard, he rolled onto his back and stared up at the unfinished ceiling, stunned. His muscles were tingling, all of them. His chest heaved with an exquisite lightness; he was weightless, levitating off the filthy floor.

It'd been a long damn time since he'd cum that hard.

When at last he hauled himself up to a sitting position he felt the dampness of his boxers against his thigh. His mouth dropped open in unfeigned bewilderment. He hadn't creamed his pants since high school, when Stacey Fenway palmed his dick over his jeans while he sucked on her tits behind the drugstore.

He supposed he ought to be grateful for what he was given, but fuck. He couldn't even be mad. He wasn't sure what to be mad at.

Gingerly he climbed to his feet, stumbled, grimaced, and made his way inside the house, hoping to god he didn't run into you on the way to the shower.

#asks #ajarofpickledtears #bo sinclair #i just wanna make him suffer through 27 orgasms don't ask me any questions

[ryu-skies]

first meeting

Ren falls in love. (<1k)

A guy is in line at the campus juice bar waiting to order a protein shake and Ren is in line waiting with Dae. Ren notices the other male when he walks over to wait for his drink after ordering and is rendered speechless because he’s never seen a man so beautiful and radiant. He stares, taking in the guy’s perfectly styled shiny silver hair with a neatly shaved undercut, his crystal blue eyes staring absentmindedly on his phone, and his physique—oh my god his physique: a perfectly toned body, pecs jutting out under his tight workout jacket that matched his thick, muscular thighs, perky ass, and a waist so slim Ren could swear his fingers would touch it he wrapped his hands around it. He was gorgeous and Ren was stunned, feeling as though he just laid eyes on a literal god. 

Ren squeezes Dae’s arm and whispers. “That is literally the most attractive man I have ever laid eyes on.” Dae follows Ren’s gaze. 

“Oh yeah? He’s alright.”

Ren is taken aback, gawking at Dae in offense as his friend orders their drinks. “Are you serious? He’s like ethereal, dude.” Ren follows Dae as he begins to walk away. “Just look at him, he’s so fucking pretty—“

“Hey C!” Dae calls and the silver haired angel looks up from his phone, smiling at the taller boy. Ren’s heart stops, realizing that the stranger was capable of being even more gorgeous.

“You know him?!” He starts, but Dae is already pulling him towards C. Ren stands awkwardly, hoping the blush he feels burning his cheeks isn’t too obvious as Dae and C break into small talk. 

“… This is Ren, by the way. He’s also on the team and happens to be my roommate.”

C finally glances at Ren, eyes raking over him from top to bottom. He extends his hand to shake and Ren takes it, eyes glued to the grin C gives him. “Nice to meet you. I hope Dae doesn’t bother you as much about math as he does with me. I can only imagine what sharing a dorm with him is like.“

Ren laughs and nods, hand fucking burning where C touched him when he lets go. “It’s not so bad. He–”

The worker calls C’s name and C apologizes to Ren, leaving to grab his drink. He returns briefly, looking apologetic. “Hey, I gotta run before I get docked for being late. See you in class tomorrow, Dae.” He walks off, glancing back. “Nice meeting you Ren!”

Then C is gone and Ren is stuck processing his awkward and short interaction with the hottest man ever to walk the planet. Dae waits until C is out of earshot before he laughs his ass off, still laughing as he picks up their drinks from the counter and shoves Ren’s iced americano against his cheek. The cold shocks Ren, bringing him back to reality. 

“You were really frozen there, bud. You like him that much?” 

Ren busies himself in his americano, hoping the cold drink would offset the burning warmth he felt growing in his chest. “I think I will die if I never get to talk to him again.”

“Woah, okay buddy.” Dae slaps him hard on the shoulder, grinning. “If I had known you were into pretty boys I would’ve set you two up a long time ago. Who knows, maybe he’s into average looking nerds like yourself.”

“Oh shut up.” Ren shakes Dae off of his shoulder, leading them out of the building. “I’m better looking than average,” he grumbles. 

“Sure, sure, Rennie. So do you want my help or not?”

He glares at Dae, shooting him daggers. “…Yes.”

“Yes what?” 

Ren swears he’s going to murder Dae.  “Yes, please.”

#cren #fic #i might expand this one some day #but it's their very first meeting

[gummie-s]

𖤐Eyes on Me.

ORDER #7-- cucking, mirio's gf x tamaki, first time, clothed grinding, fingering (f!recieving), missionary, slight sub?tamaki to dom?tamaki, facial, cum play, bareback

WORD COUNT# -- 7.9k

HUNGRY FOR MORE? -- buffet entrance

tamaki's eyes blew wide, his jaw dropping as his face was consumed with a beating warmth that could only mean humiliation.

"you want me to what?" he whispered hoarsely, voice cracking on the way past his lips.

"fuck my girlfriend."

tamaki immediately felt dizzy with nausea, did mirio know? did he know he liked your smile a little too much? or about how often he stared at his best friends' girlfriend, unable to control his eyes when you bent over, just hoping to get a good glance at the curve of your ass. or how he jerked off to the imagined image of your tits after you would press close to him during the day. it only happened when you gushed about mirio's workout routine, he'd spend the moments just praying to commit a good second of your breasts squished against his arm to memory.

you were so kind to him, you were always patient and so pretty when you cocked your head to the side when you gave him your attention. you didn't mind his mumbling or the way his eyes were always looking below your chin, you knew how his anxiety got to him. it was just so much easier to stare at your bra strap, or the peaks of your nipples, if he's lucky that day, instead of your eyes.

did mirio figure out that he had a stupid little crush on his girlfriend?

"you're messing with me." tamaki accused, his feet pivoting to turn around, hoping to scurry off to his room before he could be interrogated.

"no, no, no! wait, i'm not, i swear!" mirio had no malice in his eyes, instead a goofy grin was on his lips and for once there was a nervous tick to his blonde brow. his big warm hands clamped tight on tamaki's shoulders, rendering him motionless.

"why would you ask that of me, of all things!?" tamaki turned his head away, face flaming and knees weak, held up by mirio's iron grip. the mere idea of what mirio had proposed made his head spin faster, he was still sure it was a joke, but mirio wasn't a liar-- this was so confusing.

"you know i'm--" tamaki cleared his throat harshly, "i'm a--"

"i'm sorry, buddy, i know it's sudden! i shouldn't have blurted it out." tamaki's shoulders were given another squeeze as he was cut off from finishing his embarrassing confession mirio was more than aware of.

"can we take this to somewhere more private, please?" tamaki choked out.

mirio looked around the 3A dorm common area, which was fortunately empty. that didn't mean it would be empty forever though. mirio sucked air through his teeth, "ooh, good idea."

"i was just trying to make a sandwich . . ." tamaki muttered to himself as he was dragged off to his dorm room.

"should i call her?" mirio wondered aloud, lounging on tamaki's floor.

tamaki sat with his legs crisscrossed on his bed, both of their notes spread out on his sheets. "hm? who?" he asked, not looking away from his paper, the back of his pen cushioned on his lips as he contemplated their homework.

"my girlfriend! who else?" mirio chuckled holding his phone above his face, thumbs tapping at the screen.

"oh, i thought you were talking about hado-san." tamaki muttered absentmindedly. something clicked in his head, he lifted the pen from his pursed lips and leaned over the edge of his bed to stare at his best friend "wait, why would you . . . call her." his voice cracked a little on 'her.'

mirio peeked around his phone, his expression unassuming. he didn't say anything and looked back to his screen, a blue glow enlightened his face.

"mirio, what would you be calling her about." tamaki's cheeks were starting to tingle with warmth.

"hm."

"mirio!" tamaki hissed.

"about sex."

tamaki threw himself to the other side of the bed to cover his face and groan into his palms. "you don't mean . . . what we talked about a couple weeks ago, right?" tamaki shakily asked, squinting through the spread of his fingers, his face thoroughly boiled red.

"well, yeah!" mirio sat up off the floor, "i told you she's into it too, right? we all agreed, so, why not now? 's not like we're busy." mirio supported his elbows on tamaki's mattress, resting his cheek in his palm nonchalantly.

tamaki gestured to their homework. "um."

he picked up the notes from a recent lecture.

"we can do that later." mirio grinned with confidence.

"you're almost at the bottom of your class in this subject."

"later! i promise that i'll change that if you please, just . . ."

"fuck your girlfriend?" tamaki finished meekly.

"yes."

tamaki was sure steam was gonna blow out of his ears if his face got any hotter. "fine. call her. but, um. just--" tamaki started picking up their homework, "i need some time to mentally prepare." as if the days of agonizing wasn't long enough.

"gotcha, buddy!"

mirio had pulled him aside a couple weeks ago to tell him about his fantasy of getting to watch his girlfriend get fucked by someone besides himself. tamaki hadn't believed him, confused beyond all reason as to why anyone would feel aroused watching their partner get it on and not join in themselves. tamaki had hesitantly asked if he meant a threesome but mirio shook his head, "i just wanna watch." he said. "i've tried fucking her and watching in the mirror but it's-- not what i want."

tamaki remembered the way his thighs flexed, and the way he crossed his legs as the image popped into his head, pretty little you under the sheer mass of mirio. your eyes watching your reflection as you got fucked.

tamaki swallowed, "ah."

"i trust you, tamaki. i couldn't ask anyone else," mirio had told him honestly. tamaki couldn't turn him down after getting mirio's puppy eyes, and it wasn't like he didn't secretly want to get with mirio's girl it just-- was weird. it would be just sex and nothing else, he was fine with that, he was gonna take what he could get.

"and hey, she thinks you're cute! we've already had a big talk about it, and she's totes on board if you are."

"she really said that?" tamaki had covered his mouth, his ears twitching.

"yep, you're a good looking guy, tamaki."

obviously tamaki had agreed to mirio's pleas, and now he was scrambling to get his room to look presentable. condoms, he didn't have any, he was a lame virgin, why would he have any? mirio stepped out to make the call and get you over, and when the door shut behind him, tamaki remembered mirio telling him you were on the pill. he was clean, and you and mirio were, since mirio told him that too. did that mean he'd get to cum inside? tamaki stumbled to his bathroom to have a quick anxiety attack.

he stared hard at his reflection, "this is crazy." he mumbled to himself. he didn't have time to take a shower so he just washed his hands and face, attentive when cleaning under his trimmed nails. his sheets were fresh, he had lube and . . . he had mirio as a guide.

"hey, she's on her way!" mirio cheerfully informed him, sounding way too excited.

"great." tamaki grit out.

"you remember everything i told you, yeah?"

"mhm."

"just relax, just go with it, this is supposed to be fun, okay?"

tamaki nodded stiffly.

mirio smiled encouragingly, his warm hand rubbing up and down tamaki's arm, "all you have to do is make each other feel good."

tamaki's cheeks glowed, and he nodded again, breathing out shakily, his nerves boiling under the surface. mirio's presence helped though, and he wanted to do his best to unwind before you got here. "i'm just nervous." tamaki admitted in a low mumble.

it was odd but tamaki was really glad he'd have mirio with him the whole time. he was lucky mirio was arranging this, even if it was for his own personal pleasure, there weren't any negatives for tamaki.

"yeah, who wouldn't be though? it's normal to be nervous! you'll be fine." mirio wrapped an arm around tamaki's hunched shoulders and sat them on bed, the mattress dipping under their weight.

"yeah . . ." tamaki sighed, his eyes fluttering as he stared down at the carpet. "i'm excited, too, though." he whispered shyly, his eyes nervously flitting to mirio in expectation of a jealous outburst.

he didn't receive one.

"i hope so!" mirio laughed. "my girl is hot!"

tamaki fidgeted with his fingers and mirio squeezed him into his side, "are you sure about this, mirio? this won't make it weird between us, right?" tamaki didn't look up at mirio again, his insides churning together. "she's your girlfriend, and i don't know, what if i overstep--?"

mirio interrupted him with a laugh, and he let go of tamaki to giggle into his hand and wave with his other, as if he could physically shoo tamaki's worries away.

tamaki frowned, "what?"

"trust me, you won't overstep." now that he was looking, tamaki noticed mirio had a light flush to his cheeks. "i'm already getting hard just thinking about this actually happening." he had the nerve to look a little bashful when he confessed.

"oh." tamaki's eyes immediately shot down to mirio's lap. he glanced away and scolded himself internally for looking so quickly.

"yeah." mirio said breezily and leaned back, supporting himself in his hands.

"sheesh. you really are a cuck." tamaki murmured quietly, his comment earned a loud laugh from mirio.

there was a soft knock on tamaki's door and the boys perked up.

tamaki swallowed hard and got up when he decided to answer it, mirio's expectant gaze boring into him. he walked silently to the door and twisted the knob. when he pulled the door open it revelead you on the other side, a little smile on your face and some comfortable clothes on. you had a small bag with you, tamaki had no idea what for.

"hey, amajiki-kun." you greeted him before he could open his mouth and you leaned in and hugged him.

that was new. his face felt like it was on fire from that alone. he rushed to meet you half way, his hands hesitantly holding your upper back and waist as he choked out a brief greeting of his own.

you weren't shy about strolling in, kicking off your dorm slippers and casually giving your boyfriend a sweet greeting, dipping down for a kiss with your hands placed on his strong shoulders. mirio stood up and tamaki pushed the door shut with his back, supporting himself against it as he watched the couple makeout. mirio looked huge with you up against him, his hands big on your hips and his torso wide and looming over your smaller frame.

tamaki had to try and act like his lower stomach wasn't full of butterflies just watching you kiss him. silently he let his dark eyes trail after your round ass in those yoga pants he knew you wore on friday movie nights. he really liked that pair.

you pulled away with a girlish giggle, looking over your shoulder towards tamaki. "are you going to get over here?" you asked softly.

tamaki jolted, shuffling over to you. "what's that?" he gestured to your bag, holding his hand out to take it like a good host.

you looked down at the bag in question and passed it over to him, "just some wipes and underwear stuff like that. i didn't want to come empty handed!"

"it's not like it's a potluck . . ." tamaki took it from you and gently set it on his bedside table, tensing when you and mirio laughed.

"you're funny, amajiki." you were up against him before tamaki could process it, your body flush with his sternum.

tamaki made a whimpery noise before he could catch it, "oh, um. i--i'm really not." he cleared his throat. your hands descended upon his waist, causing goosebumps along his skin and his sides to quiver, his trained muscles lighting up tightly.

his eyes were glued to your pretty face, unaware that mirio had backed away to sit in tamaki's desk chair nearby.

"sure you are." you smiled, and tamaki had to suppress another comment denying it when you started kissing at his collarbones, right where his shirt's neckline laid. tamaki fought the urge to squirm, and he gasped as your cold fingers guided his hands to your soft hips.

"you're very charming," you murmured the compliment sweetly as he tipped his head up, subconsciously asking for more of your kisses on his skin. "and very cute." he was officially speechless.

for once he didn't deflect the compliments, allowing your soft voice to wash over him.

just as his hands were beginning to grip you, you pulled away. "can we lay down, amajiki?" you rested your chin on his chest which was minutely shifting with his breaths.

"yeah." he agreed. as if he could say no to you.

tamaki let you lay first, watching you get comfortable and look up at him with an amused little smile on your plump lips. he stared at them, memorizing the color and wishing he could do the same with the taste.

"i meant, i wanted you to lay down with me." you laughed and it sounded angelic on his sensitive ears. stupidly, he watched you spread your legs and push your hoodie up your belly, exposing the bottom of the cups of your bra.

"oh, yeah, right." tamaki gingerly got down beside you, but you didn't seem to want that because your hands grabbed his shirt and pulled. your ankles pressed into his back, thoroughly dragging him to rest on top of you with his hips pressed to your own. tamaki worriedly glanced around for mirio, and he found his friend sitting in his chair with his palm rubbing at the front of his sweats, stroking his cock leisurely through the cotton.

tamaki squeaked and turned his attention back to you, in complete disbelief that this was actually his life.

"ah," tamaki's lashes fluttered, his face an embarrassing cranberry. tamaki toed his socks off and kicked them away from the bed before lowering himself down to rest more comfortably on his elbows.

"hi." he had no idea why he said that but he was glad he did when you giggled, arms looping around his neck.

"hiii, amajiki." you wrapped your pillowy thighs tighter around his middle, your hips swaying and grinding against his to an imaginary beat. your soft hand cupped his cheek and you coaxed him into a kiss, gently teaching him with your lips.

tamaki's eyes slid shut, he didn't exactly have experience kissing but he still did his best to copy you and enjoy it. his insides were tingling, twisting and full but in the best way. he knew that you knew he was a virgin, as embarrassing as it was, and he appreciated that you weren't rushing him. your lips worked slowly against his, sweetly with happy little hums passed between kisses. you just grew more addicting when he got to taste your mouth, the foreign activity of your tongue gliding with his felt so good, and he groaned softly as he started to gently rock with the sway of your hips. he had to remind himself to breathe through his nose and not suffocate, and he appreciated you little reminder to stimulate you in other ways too.

"touch me," you told him against his lips.

he distributed his weight between one elbow and his hips, his now free hand began to rub at your thigh that was clenching and unclenching around him. excitement was mounting and he could tell he was getting hard now, blood rushing south. he was surprised he hadn't been sporting an erection the entire time. he tried to pull his lower body away from yours to avoid you feeling it, just out of habit, but you just pulled him closer and grinded your clothed pussy against his hardening dick.

tamaki moaned into your mouth, his pelvis stuttering and his fingers digging into the fat of your thigh. he swore he could feel your cunt, even through his loose black sweats and your yoga pants.

"are you hard, amajiki?" you asked breathlessly, your lips puffy.

tamaki whimpered with a little nod, "uh-- yeah . . ." his eyes were stuck at half mast and he pushed his bangs out of his face to see you better. you took on the task yourself and threaded your fingers through his hair, combing the long dark cowlick tufts out of his face, making his nose wrinkle and his eyes squeeze shut. he enjoyed your fingers in his hair, the light scratch of your nails on his scalp was nice  and new to him.

"you're a natural kisser, huh?" you swiped your thumb along his cheek and he shook his head 'no.'

"i have no idea what i'm doing." he told you honestly.

"well, keep doing it because it's hot." you advised kindly.

you turned your head towards mirio, your face lighting up when you saw him with his hand down his pants. "should we use a condom, babe?" you asked him and tamaki was reminded that this was for mirio's fantasy. fortunately, it turned out tamaki shared the same one.

mirio had an expression that was way too pleased, his pale skin flushed pink and his styled hair messed up with golden locks sticking in the wrong places.

"mm, no. i wanna see his cum leak out of you." he said it so normally, as if it didn't sound like a porno line that could have come from tamaki's internet history. tamaki watched in awe as mirio pulled his cock out, his scarred hand continuing to languidly stroke the bright pink flesh. it would be weird to say that tamaki had already seen it before, but it was true. however this was the first time he'd seen it hard and dripping like it was now.

"okay, you heard him." you turned your face back to tamaki and he did the same, looking away from mirio's little masturbation corner.

"mhm." tamaki stared at you, wide eyed and totally lost. he had just gotten comfortable kissing, he wasn't sure if he could do this.

your hand slipped down to fiddle with the hem of his shirt, cautiously slipping your fingers underneath to touch his hip and then his lower stomach, making the muscles clench and his breath stutter. "ah, uh," tamaki's jaw hung open, his eyebrows knitting together as his head lolled to the side. his belly was full of butterflies, the gentle touch almost tickling him but not quite.

"i haven't even touched you yet." you murmured, "you want me to, right?" you asked genuinely, your hand continuing to rub his hip and trace through his light happy trail.

"y--yes. please." tamaki answered as soon as you were done asking your question.

"okay, sit up, amajiki."

he did as told, separating your bodies. he watched with heavy breaths as you slipped out of your hoodie, your breasts coming into view. you had a sexy black bra on with a cute lacey trim arching around the curve of each cup. tamaki resisted palming at his dick, instead leaving his erection alone to tent his pants. it'd be too embarrassing . . . he glanced to you and then to mirio. he'd have to get naked.

"can you see how wet i am, amajiki?" you asked coyly. tamaki's eyes zeroed in on the nook between your legs, your little cunt so perfectly nestled between the soft fat of your thighs. he could see your yoga pants clinging to the wet lips, cutely hugging every fold. his cock twitched, and his precum was smearing along the inside of his boxers by now, his tip painfully sensitive and throbbing against the thin material just from looking at your pussy's shape through your clothes.

"do you not have-- have any panties on . . ?" tamaki's voice shook as it dropped an octave.

"why don't you find out?" you angled your hips up, encouraging him to touch.

tamaki swallowed audibly, his shaky fingers moving to hover over your cunt. he used the pads of his middle finger and ring finger to gently stroke your clothed slit. his other hand caressed your lower waist, exploring the junction of your thigh and hip. his nostrils flared when he didn't find any creases where your underwear should be laying. the crotch of your silky yoga pants was damp, leaving his fingers sticky and pressing more firmly at where you were leaking.

"take off her pants." mirio instructed, voice somehow even.

tamaki rushed to listen, curling his fingers into the waist line and pulling down, helping you remove the stretchy, skin tight material with wandering eyes. he was sweaty by the time he got to look at your bare cunny. the trimmed curls at your pubic bone, your pretty puffy lips looked so soft, and your little clit so stiff-- god, you were so soft everywhere and it was driving him crazy. his fingers retook their place, the callused tips gingerly slipping through the slick of your sex.

"looks pretty, huh?" mirio prompted, earning tamaki's small hum of agreement. "why don't you tell her?"

tamaki's ears twitched. "you're very pretty." he complimented you in a quiet tone, his lips parted in awe as he tapped his finger along your hole, fighting the temptation of slipping the digit inside without warning.

"what's pretty?" you asked.

"your pussy . . . it's cute." tamaki practically whispered.

tamaki felt a pulse against his fingers. you grinned, taking his wrist and guiding his fingers up, "spread me and rub in circles up near the top, okay?"

"okay." he agreed readily, desperate to be told what to do to avoid screwing up. he scooted closer and spread your pussy with his fingers making a 'v' and he took notice of how when he did that he got to see how pink your pussy was on the inside. then he used his thumb to lightly swirl circles into the bud at the top of your cunt. he didn't want to press too hard and possibly make you uncomfortable, you're so tender and sweet down here, he wasn't the type to brazenly start a new task without caution. he wanted to treat you kindly.

your body arched in reaction to his touch, the muscles in your legs flexing subtly under his attention. "that's good, amajiki . . . good, now-- um, you can press a little more . . . 'n you can change directions every once in a while." you advised with this way too perfect expression on your face, something tamaki was going to be thinking of for probably the rest of time.

"oh, alright." was it this easy? he just had to do what you said and keep up a good rhythm to get you squirming against his palm? "is this good?" he asked, just to make sure.

"yes! please don't stop, amajiki . . . just keep doin' that."

"i won't stop." he reassured you, heart aching at how cute you sounded, how was he this lucky? not as lucky as mirio for getting this all the time but damn this was good for him too, even if it'd just be this once.

playing with a pussy was louder than he thought it'd be, it made these small wet schlick sounds that made him surprisingly burn.

tamaki used the 'v' of his fingers to rub up and down along your slit, gently pinching and playing with your lips and rubbing your arousal into the hot flesh. he kept up the circling where you wanted him to and occasionally switched from clockwise to counterclockwise.

"put a finger-- inside, inside," you had a begging note to your now whiny voice, your pitch had picked up and up as he continued steadily with his hands, your body reacting beautifully to his simple touches.

tamaki swallowed loudly, rubbing his middle finger against your hole and gasping softly as it easily slipped inside your soft pussy. it was so hot inside, and he had to stifle a moan when he felt your cunt part for him, it was so easy to have you spread out on his finger in one swift press. tamaki pulled the digit out and pushed it back in. watching a piece of him disappear inside you was immediately addicting.

"more, c'mon, jiki." you encouraged him sweetly.

another finger was eased inside, and then quickly another once you started shifting your hips into his palm as he made a gentle come hither motion.

tamaki was close to panting watching your little cunt clench on his three digits, your slick coating and stringing between the gaps in his fingers.

"you . . . it doesn't hurt right?" he asked softly, eyeing your pinched up face.

a smile broke out across your lips, "no, it feels good." your lashes fluttered. "can you take off your pants for me?"

tamaki gave a single nod and carefully retrieved his fingers, staring at the thick layer of your arousal on his skin. you took him by his wrist and popped the offending appendages in your mouth, sucking your taste off of him. tamaki gave a little whine, his forehead wrinkling and his jaw muscles flexing. when you released him a glob of saliva stretched out into a string and connected your lips to his fingertips.

"there!" you told him and began to unclip your bra.

"thanks . . ." he would need to process that later. tamaki hooked his thumbs into his waist band and pulled his pants off, leaving him in his shirt and underwear, his erection stretching the fabric.

he watched your tits spill from your bra, but he didn't have time to stare mindlessly at them because you were trying to take his shirt off for him. tamaki lifted his arms and shut his eyes, ready to do whatever you wanted of him. so if that meant you wanted his shirt off then his shirt was coming off, even if it made his spine curl self consciously and draw his elbows close to his ribs.

"wow, you're pretty." you told him, fingers exploring his chest and shoulders, giving him goosebumps and a tremble in his breath.

"y--you too." tamaki returned in a hushed tone. he relaxed at the praise, his muscles loosening once more as he let himself enjoy your contact.

"touch her." mirio advised from the sidelines, and tamaki jumped to follow his words, his hands resting on your waist. feeling a little too eager he cupped your tits, testing their weight and feel in his palms. so soft. he'd never gotten to see actual breasts before, let alone touch them like he was now. his cock ached with how hard it was, all his blood leaving his head and heading to the throbbing place between his legs.

"can you get the lube from my bag for me, jiki?" you asked, your soft hands massaging his shoulders.

tamaki slipped down to hold your waist again, leaning over to root through your bag with one hand until he found the bottle.

you palmed his bulge, making him jolt as his stomach spiked with butterflies. "ah!" he squeaked, hand tightening around the bottle and his ears twitching to stand straight up like little red beacons. you hummed in amusement, laying yourself back down but keeping your finger anchored by his waistband, pulling him closer by his boxers. the thin fabric being pulled away allowed his dick to stand up against his belly, exposing the pearly dots of precum smearing down his length.

"it's so red, you poor thing." you sounded genuine, your quick fingers diving in to caress his cock, paying attention to the swollen red tip.

"ahhh . . that-- it's sensitive, please, be careful." he hissed, covering his mouth and his soft cries.

"don't worry, jiki, remember, i've handled a cock before." your eyes glanced over to your boyfriend briefly, a little coy smile rounding out your cheeks.

a girl was actually touching his dick. your hand wrapped around his length and your other hand pushed his underwear down his thighs, exposing him completely. now you were massaging his balls in your hand, drawing a low whine from his chest.

"lookit you, your cock's big."

tamaki couldn't help but glance at mirio and his monster dick sitting out in the open. tamaki wasn't sure if he could call himself big, but watching your fist struggle to close around him did send his pulse racing.

"i-- i dunno about big." he mumbled his honest thoughts while trying to keep his hips from rocking into you. his fists were clenched so tightly he was sure he had warped the bottle of lube with his grip.

you had your legs spread again, showing your dripping pussy for him to admire. you had him by his dick, rubbing the thick tip against your pussy lips and the delicate flesh was so gooey and so hot on his sensitive head he got chills. "i mean, look at how big you are up against my little cunt . . . the tip alone feels heavy on my clit, see?" a groan creaked out of tamaki at your words, his head lolling and his eyes fluttering shut briefly, his hips moving to grind his tip into your twitchy bud. your pussy really did look small in comparison, was he going to fit? of course he would if mirio could.

"tamaki, do you want a condom? i know me 'n mirio are fine with none, but i just wanna double check before we go further." you suddenly said semi-seriously. "i just want to be cautious of your comfort."

"yeah, i know what i said earlier may contradict that, but seriously do whatever, i'm just watching." mirio popped in to add, a smile audible in his voice.

tamaki's face was burning up like a sparkler in july, his eyes wide and glued to where his dick was centimeters from being inside your pulsing cunny. he cleared his throat, a little relieved that he was being seriously thought of during all this. he was also a whole lot embarrassed over the fact he had to admit he didn't want a condom. he wanted to feel all of you, be as close as possible and use this opportunity to the fullest.

"thank you . . but, uh, i'm good with--with um, no condom."  he gripped the sheets, shuffling closer to your body laid out before him.

"then lube up your dick, tamaki. she really wants it, see?" mirio spoke up, his breathing picking back up in tamaki's ears.

tamaki looked at his friend and then back to you, a nervous wobble to his lips. you nodded eagerly, grinning in a familiar sweet way.

"uh-huh . . ." tamaki mellowed his anxious hold on the bottle of lube and flipped the lid off. his hand shook scantly as he drizzled some onto his dick, sighing as you stroked his shaft for him, spreading the slick substance around.

your eyes were hooded and your body relaxed. "alright then, amajiki. 'm ready when you are."

"okay." he whispered, narrow eyes bouncing between your pussy and your encouraging face.

"i'm just gonna . . ." he slid his hips forward, closing the distance between your bodies. you kept yourself spread pretty for him, even as his hard cock gently breached you. the swollen head went first, and when your coaxing moan resonated the rest of him went next, the overwhelming pull driving him crazy. he couldn't help it, he was obsessed, watching his dick disappear inside your hot lips and snugly be massaged by your velvety pussy.

tamaki moaned pleasantly, his thighs quivering already and his body burning up like a lit wick. "'s, uahh . . . warm, you're so warm." he muttered like a blubbering idiot, his head dropping forward to plant his face in your shoulder.

your fingers wove through his hair, cradling the back of his head. "lemme know when you wanna move." you told him, your lavish thighs compressed around his hips.

"now, i wanna move now," tamaki said in an undertone, hopelessly desperate to continue.

"then move, jiki." you told him, "move your hips, you know how."

he made a bashful sound. sure, he's humped his bed before but he's never fucked. this wasn't going to be smooth, but you didn't seem to care, and mirio didn't either.

tamaki slowly rose from his hiding place, and as he stared down at you the solid reality that he had his cock buried inside the pussy of his best friends' girlfriend hit him. never in his wildest dreams or guilty fantasies would he think this was remotely possible. before he fell victim to the clutches of performance anxiety he reminded himself he didn't have time to be unsure. he had to use this chance to the fullest, and his body really was itching to fuck deeper-- so he moved.

he started out hesitantly, getting used to the new movements as the rock of his hips turned into more fluid thrusts, his dick getting wonderfully submerged in your hot insides. every entry made a wet sound, and when his thighs gently collided with your ass it made a muffled slap just like in the porn he watched by himself late at night when he couldn't stop thinking about you. that little erotic noise grew as he put more power into his movements.

you kept making perfect, adorable little moans with every press forward, your breathing labored with your pleased cries that kept bubbling up like sweet soda pop.

you were so fucking soft inside, he couldn't get over that. his fuzzy brain couldn't stop thinking about you. he grinded his teeth and kept a steady tunnel vision on the parting of your cunts lips unfurled on his cock. you were making his dick wet, your slick doing a much better job than any lube ever could, but he was pretty sure it was supposed to be the other way around.

"you like it, babe?"

the sudden voice had his head snapping up to find the source, and his eyes widened in shame as he realized he'd forgotten mirio was there. his skin was scarlet, unable to stop the rhythm he'd built just for some potential conversation between you and mirio he had no real interest in, he didn't want to stop.

you made a small whiney sound when tamaki couldn't help but hump your wet pussy harder. not after you were squeezing down on him so nicely after processing mirio's silly question.

"of course you like it," mirio groaned, "god, look at you." he kept babbling under his breath, his large fist moving faster on his cock as he watched tamaki plunge inside you.

you whined some more, head tossed to the side and neck bare beneath tamaki, your breasts bouncing on every harsh press of tamaki's hips. your eyes were wide and doe like, completely enraptured with watching your boyfriend touch himself to the sight of your body getting fucked.

"stop looking at me." mirio told you, not in a mean tone but a quick order he wholeheartedly expected you to follow. "i'm not the one fucking you."

tamaki inhaled a sharply when you suddenly looked him in the eye, your gaze piercing his heart. his fingers dug into the soft skin laying at your hips, and he groaned softly as he increased the strength behind his thrusts, determined to withhold your gorgeous stare. he couldn't take his eyes off of you even if he tried. your expressions were mesmerizing, and watching your body bounce and jolt with every one of his movements was an unexpected turn on.

the way your pussy was squelching on his dick, your gooey warmth drawing him deeper and deeper with every hip roll forward, it had his low confidence swelling.

it swelled and swelled until his throaty voice broke past his lips, "yeah, eyes on me."

he didn't want you to look at mirio anymore, you were his right now. your pussy was his to fuck.

a sharp, prickly feeling emerged inside him, one he knew he'd been suppressing ever since you and mirio got together. it felt too good to have you gushing on his cock in front of mirio, to have your voice suddenly call his name, not your boyfriends.

"tamaki!" not 'amajiki-san' but a sweet symphony of his name pouring from your arched throat.

"yeah," tamaki groaned, your name escaping his lips like a precious prayer.

"'m close, so close, t'maki, 'maki, i--" you suddenly groaned. your hand fumbled for his, shakily guiding him to press his palm against your lower belly, his thumb naturally resting against your clit. 

he picked up what you were wanting pretty quickly, his thumb swiping back and forth and circling the swollen bud as he continued to thrust. he was grateful he was good at multitasking.

your pussy spasmed around his cock, it was the best feeling in the world. tamaki watched starry eyed as his forbidden crush curled her toes and wrapped her warm thighs tight around his hips. forcing him deep inside your depths so you could clench, clench, and clench down on his length. tamaki's eyes fluttered and he was so, so close-

mirio suddenly stood from his chair and stalked over to you, ignoring tamaki's grinding into your quivering body. his best friend towered over the bed with his fist moving fast over his hard cock, jerking himself off over your euphoric expression. your eyes were barely open, yet your tongue lolled out automatically once you saw your boyfriend's bright red tip hovering over your chin. mirio groaned and spilled his load across your cheeks, a few strings landing on your taste buds before you quickly swallowed. tamaki watched with his jaw loose, his dick twitching inside your cunt.

the room was full of heavy breathing as the moment winded down. your body melted into the sheets as mirio pulled his pants back up and kissed your head, his thumbs tenderly wiping his spend from your skin. tamaki settled and sat on his knees, your legs resting over his thighs. tamaki pulled out and hissed softly, his erection heavily resting against your wet pussy instead of residing inside it's warmth.

you tilted your face away from mirio's gentle touches, "wait," you swallowed, "you-- you didn't cum."

tamaki froze up, his body catching fire all over again despite just cooling down. "oh, um. yeah, sorry . . ?" he nervously squeezed at the fat of your thighs before realizing what he was doing and letting go.

mirio turned to look at him next, a comically sad frown on his face, "oh, man, for real? i totally thought you did!"

tamaki was supremely embarrassed, his ears visibly drooping, "i just didn't . . . get there." he awkwardly stated, rubbing a hand over his face. this was horrible, he got to fuck the girl he's been guiltily lusting after, and he doesn't even cum? how lame could he be?

"well, where do you wanna cum, amajiki-kun?" you asked softly, your breathing still uneven with pretty little gasps woven into your words.

"um, what?"

"you think we'd just let you leave without cumming? i'm a better friend than that!"

tamaki blinked owlishly at the couple.

"do you wanna cum inside?" you pulled your thighs apart to expose your puffy lips to him.

"inside?" tamaki gulped.

"uh-huh, inside."

he had been dreaming of cumming deep inside your cunt for he doesn't know how long but he simply hesitated.

"where do you want it, hun?"

tamaki glanced at mirio before looking at the bedsheets "your face." tamaki muttered his answer softly.

laughter bursted out of mirio, and he clapped a hand on tamaki's bare shoulder blade, "ohh!" he giggled. tamaki flinched, his eyes blowing wide and his face running hot like a heatwave had passed over him alone.

mirio bent down to quietly snicker in his ear, "you liked that, huh?"

shyly, tamaki nodded and covered his mouth. "a little, yeah." he spoke into his palm.

"a little, he says!"

"mirio, chill out, babe." you sat up, an amused grin on your lips, obviously sharing mirio's thoughts on the matter. you two were really in sync.

mirio removed his hand from tamaki's shoulder, "alrighty!"

eventually the trio changed positions. mirio settled back into his chair to enjoy the last act while tamaki sat at the edge of the bed with you on the ground between his knees. tamaki's dick ached, his stomach flipping knowing he was the center of attention and he didn't mind it for once. this moment was all for him.

your face was so pretty, so perfect. he liked everything about it, from your eyes gazing up at him all sweet-like, the slopes of your brows making your face look oh so innocent. to your lips just barely kissing at his balls when you spoke, "do you want help?"

tamaki nodded silently. he could still see the remains of mirio's white streaks on your cheeks.

his cock was still slick, but drying, and he watched enamored as you spat on his shaft, dribbling your drool along the veins of his dick. you worked on spreading it with a loose curl of your little fingers around his girth, gently pumping him. each pump made his dick shift and gently tap his dark rosette tip across the high point of your cheekbone, triggering your to eye wink cutely at him as if preparing for a picture.

tamaki groaned softly, nothing more than a low exhale that carried a little too much voice. your hand felt so different than his own, softer and more gentle. the softness of a girl was irreplaceable.

you continued to jerk him off, casually licking at his shaft and spitting on him when you deemed it too 'dry', even though the pace of your hand made a deafening slick squelch that had his ears burnt red. tamaki couldn't help but start panting, getting all worked up again as you popped your mouth open just waiting for him to cum across your pink tongue. his belly was all fluttery and his fingers were knotted up in the sheets, unsure if he could touch you right now.

he was already so close earlier, and this new intimate view just had him rushing closer and closer to the edge.

"you want his cum all over your face, gorgeous?" mirio asked you, still in his chair. he was reclined back a little, his fingers running through his golden hair like he was trying to contain himself.

you made a small "uh-huh" sound, your mouth gaping wider and your eyes fluttering shut, lashes fanning over the apples of your cheeks elegantly. precum leaked from his swollen head, dripping down your knuckles in pearly beads.

tamaki was close, his groans morphing into bitten off inhales. he watched you swallow around nothing as drool strung from your bottom lip. he couldn't take it anymore and tipped his head back, his hand moving without him meaning for it to as he cupped the back of your head. you used your unoccupied hand to cup and massage his balls in return, making him flex his thighs.

"what're you looking away for? don't you wanna at least watch when you cum across my girls face?" mirio's voice made tamaki snap his head forward, his body burning as he nodded, yeah, yeah, he wanted to see it.

"sorry, yeah-- i'm, 'm just ahh . . .yeah, close." tamaki barely got the words out. because when you peeked an eye open your tongue extended out a bit more and your eyebrows were crinkling along your forehead and you just looked so cute he--

tamaki moaned softly, the build up in his abdomen coming loose as he finally got over the last couple leaps before he made it to heaven. he did his best to watch, his shoulders tensing up while his legs shuddered.

tamaki moaned softly, the build up in his abdomen coming loose as he finally got over the last couple leaps before he made it to heaven. he did his best to watch, his shoulders tensing up while his legs shuddered.

his cum came out thick and in long strings that shot far past your mouth. the first rope of white went over your head and landed on your lower back where it was arched between his legs, and then it got in your hair, next your forehead before his last dribbles invaded your mouth. 

you gasped. your eyelids twitched and your lashes curled upwards the tighter you squeezed them shut. tamaki let out a grand exhale, his body turning into mush, yet he resisted melting into the bed. instead he slumped forward and shakily cupped your face with his searing palms. he watched your lips pucker as you tasted him. you swallowed and tamaki was surprised, he had expected you to spit his flavor out at his feet in all honesty.

"you okay?" he asked you before looking over your head at mirio for guidance. tamaki tried to catch his breath, gulping and blinking quickly like he could will himself out of his orgasmic high faster. your breathing was slowing too, your chest rising and falling in a more relaxed fashion.

"relax, she's fine. aren't you, babe?" 

"mmyeah. is it near my eyes amajiki-kun?"

"uh, not too close, no." tamaki gently swiped his thumb around your eyes just in case. he also wiped away the spend on your forehead, grimacing when it got in your hair a little. your eyes fluttered open and a charming, tiny smile tilted up the corners of your perfect lips. tamaki memorized it as well as he could in that moment.

soon mirio was standing beside the pair, a silly grin taking up the majority of his face. "oooh, unintentional backshots. nice."

your turned your head out of tamaki's hold and made a noise of intrigue. "wow, i thought i imagined that feeling for a sec."

"i'm sorry, i wasn't trying to just-- just, i didn't mean to--"

"it's fine, it's not like this hasn't happened before. i'm just glad you came so hard, i was a little worried you wouldn't because you were nervous or something." you interrupted his anxious apologies, your hands gently settling on his spread thighs. "was it good, tamaki?"

tamaki's lashes fluttered and his breath hitched at the use of his first name. "yes."

"good. that's all that matters." you looked up at your boyfriend, "sorry, mirio, i know you said you wanted to see him cum inside, but maybe next time. this was a good first time, though, don't you think?"

mirio gave you a solid nod and squatted down to your level on the ground, "it's fine! you took the words out of my mouth earlier, all that matters is everyone had a good time." he kissed your cheek and pulled you into his big side. "you were so great, baby." immediately you preened at the praise.

tamaki was reeling, his head suddenly dizzy, "wait-- n-next--? what do you mean next time?"

mirio quirked a brow, and the couple between his legs shared a mischievous look, "you didn't think this would be a one time thing did you?"

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Bike Ride - Red Velvet Seulgi

Saturday afternoon, you are on your usual weekend bike ride in the park, the sun shining on your back and the breeze flowing by you as you complete your route. As you get to end of the bike trail, you hear someone direct a question your way.

"Hey, is this where the bike trail starts?"

"No, this is-" you turn around to finish the sentence, but you are rendered speechless by the most stunning woman you've ever seen. She wore a cute top, but what caught your eye was the most form fitting and tight biking shorts you've ever seen. It was so tight, you weren't even sure if she was wearing underwear underneath. Her thighs were perfectly shaped, culminating in a hot little gap that you wanted nothing more than to be between, and you swear you see a little cameltoe if you could just look closer.

"Hello? Is this where the bike trail starts?" she asks you again, not realizing you were undressing her with your eyes.

"N-no, sorry, this is the end of the bike trail actually. But if you want I can show you where the bike trail starts?" You hopefully offer.

"That would be great, thank you! I'm Seulgi, it's nice to meet you!" she flashes you a smile as you introduce yourself too.

"So what brings you here? First time on the trail?"

"Yes, I'm new to the area, trying to get my exercise in around here." The two of you chat and you learn more about Seulgi as the two of you walk your bikes to the start of the route. Not only was her body amazing, but you found her a joy to talk to, and when her eyes form into half moons as she laughs at your jokes, you find yourself forgetting to breathe.

"If you're not too tired, want to join me for the route? We should race!" As Seulgi walks away, you take the chance to ogle at her back view - the biking shorts leave nothing to the imagination, defining her butt cheeks and looking like a perfect handful for you to grasp. Her legs and thighs look perfectly toned and sculpted, muscular but with all the right curves.

"Come on, let's... oh!" she turns around and blushes furiously, realizing that you were staring at her ass. You blush yourself and hurriedly catch up to her.

"So... race?" you awkwardly ask, trying to pretend nothing happened.

"Hah yes, winner gets... a prize." Seulgi winks, quickly regaining her confidence. She gives her ass a cheeky slap and you see it jiggle wondrously before she gets on her bike. Hoping your erection doesn't get in the way of your bike riding, you get on your bike too.

"Ready, set, go!" The two of you set off on the trail, starting slow but quickly picking up the pace. Seulgi was fast! You find yourself struggling to keep up, your legs burning as you do almost double your regular workout amount. You t-shirt is soaked with sweat, the sun on your back feeling more like a burn than a shine as you retrace your route, the wind cutting against your face now rather than a refreshing breeze. Seulgi gets further and further away from you, becoming a small figure on the horizon. But somehow she doesn't disappear? You see her silhouette grow bigger again - is she slowing down for you? Incensed and determined not to make a fool of yourself, you pedal harder, but in the end you find Seulgi waiting for you at the end of the trail.

"How... are you so... fast?" you manage to eke out between deep breaths.

"I exercise quite often, dancing really helps you stay in shape. And well you did just finish one run earlier right?" She brags before trying to comfort you.

"Right right, yes I did just do one run of the bike trail." You say, doubled over, trying to save some face for yourself after being so thoroughly trounced by Seulgi.

"Look, let's grab a bite to eat, you can tell me more about the city?" She suggests before bending down to whisper in your ear.

"Then you can give me that prize I won."

You watch as she walks away, and you do the only thing you can think of at this point - follow that butt. The two of you take your bikes and grab some hotdogs from a street cart.

"So what do you want as your prize?" you ask, taking a bite of your hot dog and chugging your bottle of water.

"You're cute, what do you think?" You choke over your water as you watch Seulgi slide the sausage in and out of her hot dog bun and giving it a lick on the tip.

"Hmmm, I think I know what to give you then..." you lean over and whisper in her ear, watching her shudder as your warm breath teases her ear. You find Seulgi a beautiful enigma - so daring with her come-ons, but turning beet red when you indulge her? You decide to take it to the next level.

"Let's lock the bikes, I know a... good spot for your prize." you grab her by the wrist and pull her to a quiet clearing among some bushes in the park. Discarding all pretense you pull her in for a kiss, your tongue probing her lips, which she opens willingly. Your tongues wrestle for dominance as your hand drifts swiftly to her butt, delightfully grabbing the butt that has teased you all afternoon. Seulgi squeals as she feels you knead and massage her butt cheek.

"You fill out those shorts amazingly you know that? I biked slower just so that I could watch you from behind." you claim brazenly.

"I know I do, and sure you did." Seulgi answers confidently. "You don't have a bad butt yourself." You feel her hand squeezing your muscular behind as well, and you decide to pay her back double, both your hands grabbing her butt - it feels heavenly, like you are grabbing on to soft but firm marshmallows.

"Mmm wait, not here." You feel her hot breath on you as she tries to stop the two of you from losing yourselves to the moment.

"It's late in the afternoon, no one will be here anymore. Let me give you your prize." You kiss down to her neck, your hands removing the white jacket she has on, revealing the tight black top she has underneath. Her stiff nipples are apparent through the top, her chest heaving as your hands finally leave her butt, feeling her rock hard abs and wrapping themselves around her waist.

"Ha-ah, make me cum, I'm so wet from the ride, knowing you were watching me. I slowed down because I knew you were watching." The two of you sit down on the grass, you straddle Seulgi from behind, continuously playing with her athletic body as she sits between your legs.

"Really? How wet were you?" You tease her further, one hand drifting down to her delightful thigh gap, feeling her wetness through her shorts. You hear her whine as you trace the shape of her enflamed pussy lips against the fabric, the shorts denying you immediate access to her. She is positively soaking through her shorts, and only the dark color hid that fact from anyone else.

"I was so wet, I almost came from riding the bike, I had to wipe down my seat before you caught up..." You are delighted by Seulgi's moans as you continued to rub her pussy through her shorts. Your fingers dig in further, almost pushing her shorts into her as you try to find her clit. She desperately tries to keep her moans down to a minimum, her hand covering her mouth. You're still in public, so you let her keep it there.

"No panties?" You're surprised to feel her wetness on your fingers already.

"N-no, the shorts are too tight- ah!" Seulgi tries to explain, but stops short with a yelp as you draw her clit out, your palm grinding on it as you run two fingers up and down her slit. You feel one hand grab on to your arm, the other still bravely trying to cover her mouth. She was only sweating a little after the bike ride, but now you watch with pleasure as her hair clings to her face beautifully, drenched with sweat and just as wet as her crotch. You found her scent of arousal intoxicating, and mindlessly you rubbed her harder and faster. Your other hand goes to her breast, cupping it and pinching a nipple through her top. Her moans go higher in pitch and frequency as she quickly reaches her climax.

"Mmmmmmmm!" Seulgi's hand continues to covers her own moans, but you don't need to listen to know she is cumming. She arcs her back against you strongly, tensing and freezing in place for a moment before leaning back and melting into you like a ice cube on a hot summer's day. You feel your hand get flooded with her juices through her shorts as she completely ruins them. Her harsh breaths sing right into your ear as all she can do is lay against you, trying to cool off from her orgasm. You take the opportunity to lick your fingers clean of her cream.

"You're tasty, I think I owe you another prize." you scoot around Seulgi, gently laying her down on the grass and positioning yourself between her legs.

"Wait, I'm all sweaty down there..." You hear her whimper in embarrassment as you look intently at the large wet spot between her thighs. She tries to close her legs, but you stop her immediately.

"I don't care." grabbing her knees and spreading them wider, you can clearly see the outline of her pussy through the wet fabric, looking like an absolutely delicious oyster. You look up at her through her legs, her expression undecided, before she takes a deep breath, her face the very embodiment of lust and arousal.

"You like my taste? Then go ahead, have your fill!" Seulgi answers confidently, her hands going to her shorts, and you feel drool leaking out the side of your mouth as you watch her lift her hips, shimmying her shorts off like a beautiful snake shedding its skin. You watch as a thread of her juices stick to the shorts, before reluctantly being broken - but just as that string of arousal breaks, you own resolve snaps and you dive in on her, giving in to your desires. Your tongue thrusts like a spear into her, lapping up more of her cream before pulling out and giving her clit a lick. Her thighs are perfect for gripping and you wrap your arms around them, locking yourself right at her dripping entrance as you feel her buck her hips at you, trying to push more of her pussy in your face. You vary everything you do, not giving Seulgi a chance to prepare herself for the different nerves firing pleasure into her mind, sucking at her clit and teasing her with your teeth, before diving deep into her pussy with your tongue, feeling her walls massage and grip you, and then using your tongue to flick and swipe on her clit, drawing random shapes on it. Finally you cover her completely with your mouth, sticking your tongue in her and rubbing her clit with your upper lip, shaking your head back and forth as the dual stimulation sets her off.

"Haaah! Fuck! Ughh...." You hear Seulgi's guttural moans come clearly through her hand as her world falls to pieces in your hands. Her other hand grips your head tightly, pushing you into her further. Your hands grip her toned thighs tightly as she bucks her hips erratically, her abs contracting rapidly as her body tries to find some outlet for her pleasure. But you are not to be denied your delicacy as you stay attached to her, eagerly drinking in her liquid arousal, and by the end of it your jaw is absolutely covered with her cum. Satisfied you get up and look at her, her face red with exertion and her eyes glassy, staring up into the cloudy sky as she tries to put everything back together.

"Fuck you are really good at that..." Seulgi sighs as her hand drifts between her legs, feeling the amount of fluid she left against her crotch.

"You win at sex, you deserve a prize too." You watch in wonder as Seulgi shakily gets up, copious amounts of fluid trickling down her thighs, before bending over, planting her hands on the ground. Your eyes greedily devour the sight in front of you, and you commit the sight to permanent memory - Seulgi's bent over in front of you, her legs and thighs straight and taut in all their glory, culminating in her perfect ass and a pussy that is just waiting to be plugged.

You swiftly take off your shorts, your cock standing fully at attention, pointing straight at her. Seulgi gasps as you take the chance to fill her thigh gap, her juices lubricating your cock, her skin soft and smooth as you enjoy a couple of thrusts between her legs, teasing her further as your shaft slides along her slit, the delicious friction giving you both jolts of pleasure.

"Hurry up and fuck me already..." she whines breathlessly, and you know you can wait no longer. You take your prize with pleasure, sinking your length into her bent-over form as you grab her hips. You groan at the tightness - doubled over she is more tight than anyone you've fucked.

"You feel so big..." Seulgi moans as you leisurely saw yourself in and out of her, enjoying her tightness, feeling her grip you every time you plunge into her. The angle the position provides you with is so pleasurable for both of you, your tip poking at her sweet spot every time you plug the leaking dam that is her pussy.

"Faster, please faster!" she pleads as you begin to feel your orgasm building as well. Your grip on her hips gets stronger as you begin filling her with firm and fast thrusts, the clap of flesh deafening in the silence of the clearing. You draw her juices with every thrust, staining your crotch and the ground below. Her legs quiver and the random clenching of her pussy let you know she is close to another orgasm. You redouble your efforts and are rewarded with more of Seulgi's airy moans.

"Ah, ah! Cumming again!" Seulgi's cry of orgasm pierces the air as she climaxes, a wave of juice rushing against the head of your cock as her velvet pussy massages you tightly. Your hands and dick are the only thing keeping her up as she lays limply bent over, her knees knocking together as her legs dangle, drained of strength from her orgasm. You're too close to think straight anymore, and knowing that she has cum, you begin chasing your own climax. Your arms burn as you hold her up like a ragdoll, skewering her on your cock with every thrust. You pump her even faster, both your arms and your pleasure reaching their limits.

"Fuck, Seulgi!" you yell as you thrust deeply into her, pulling her hips flush against you. You explode in orgasm, your cock unloading all of your pent up teasing and pleasure into her, covering her insides with your white cum. Completely out of strength the two of you collapse on to the grass, a torrent of your combined fluids drain out of Seulgi's pink pussy as you separate from her, earning a whine as she enjoys that last little bit of pleasure. For a while only heavy breathing can be heard as the two of you lay there, staring into the afternoon sky while trying to clear your minds of the orgasm-induced haze.

"I think we both won today." you pant, the biking and sex taking their toll on you.

"Yes... you were great." she scoots over and plants a kiss on you before leaning down and giving the tip of your dick a lick, causing you to shudder in pleasure.

"Wait, I'd love to go again but I need a break, my arms and legs are too sore."

"Fine, let's go back to my place, we should go anyways, we spent too much time here." Seulgi gets up, the last of your fluids dripping out of her. She puts her on her glorious biker shorts again, and you feel your dick stirring already. You quickly put on your clothes and follow her back to your bikes. You take a chance to cup her ass one more time.

"Not here, we're in public!" she blushes under your sarcastic look, remembering what the two of you have done earlier. She regains her composure with alarming speed, smirking and leaning in to nibble at your earlobe.

"Let's bike back, then I'll show you that a bike is not the only thing I ride fast..." her hand caressing your hardening cock.

Before Seulgi can pull away you hold her in place, turning to whisper to her as well.

"We need to rehydrate then, there'll be a lot of exercising, and I'll be... thirsty." you reply in kind, your hand rubbing her nether regions through her ruined shorts, feeling her shudder in sensitivity.

You follow Seulgi back to her place, biking as fast as your sore muscles will allow you to. Barging into the apartment, you cup her face and bring in her for a passionate kiss, your tongues tangling and and wrapping around each other.

"W-wait, let me get us some water, I might faint if we keep going like this." she gasps, pulling away from the kiss before turning to get water. You go with her to the kitchen and she hands you a glass of water, chugging her own glass. You finish off the water in one shot and grab her by the waist, causing her to yelp.

"Water's good, but I'm thirsty for something else." you bend Seulgi over the table, peeling off her shorts and exposing her peachy butt and puffy pussy lips once again. Your hands grasp and massage her butt as you kneel down and stick your tongue in her. No longer worried about being discovered, Seulgi's moans are music to your ears. Her juices flow freely, and you try in vain to capture everything, rivulets of girl cum trailing down her thighs.

"H-haah, yes yes yes!" Seulgi screams as you insert two fingers into her with a squlech. Her tunnel clenches on to you as prod and probe for her g-spot, all while you take her clit into your mouth, teasing it with your tongue. You don't see it, but Seulgi's knuckles are white, gripping the table for her dear life as you finger and lick her to an unrestrained orgasm.

"I'm cumming!" she announces her climax with a yelp as you attack her g-spot and clit at the same time. A loud moan accompanies every clench around your fingers as spurts of liquid spill out onto your face and fall on the floor. Seulgi slams her hand repeatedly, taking out her pleasure on the table. Heavy pants reverberate through her kitchen as she comes down from her high. You turn her around and give her a kiss, pinning her on the tabletop, your hands roaming up her abs and to her still clothed chest. Seulgi shows you what you want, taking off her top and sports bra, revealing her petite breasts. You waste no time showering them with attention, licking one hard nipple while a hand plays with the other. She moans her appreciation as you alternate between massaging and cupping her breasts, but soon she has other ideas.

"Wait, I want to do something for you." she leads you to her bedroom, pushing you onto the bed and pulling you into another make out session, her eyes full of lust as she enjoys plundering your mouth.

"You're sore aren't you? Do what you can, but don't worry about getting me off, you've done enough already." Your eyes widen as she takes off your clothes swiftly, leaving them strewn about on the bedroom floor. Before you know it she is on top of you, but not in the manner you expected.

"Fuck..." you hiss as you feel Seulgi's hot mouth descend on your dick, but you don't see her, as your vision is blocked by the view of her sopping wet pussy descending on your face. Your hands grab her waist as you pull her lower lips down to meet your lips, giving them a kiss before you start licking and swiping at her slit. You mash your face into her, smearing yourself with her arousal as you try to stimulate her anyway you can, drawing moans that you feel vibrating around your cock rather than hear them. You try to focus on the sixty-nine as you both try to suck, lick, and blow each other to completion first, but you were too horny and tired after the ride to compete with her. Your hands fall limp to your sides, gripping the sheets as you unconsciously buck your hips into Seulgi's mouth. You feel her tongue tease the tip of your cock, swirling around your shaft like she did to your tongue earlier. Combine that with her hands stroking the base of your cock, it all proves too much.

"You're going to make me cum!" you buck your crotch up fiercely as you drain your balls in orgasm, Seulgi sucking up as much of your cum as possible. You grunt and groan as she continues to have her way with your shaft, prolonging your orgasm to longer than you thought possible. After what feels like an eternity she gets up and faces you, wiping her mouth with a seductive smile.

"Mmm, you're pretty tasty yourself you know that?" You make to get up and try a change in position, but she doesn't let you go.

"Oh no, you're not going anywhere. Let me show you what else I can ride fast." With a cute wink she turns away from you and positions herself above your still hard cock before sitting down on you, sheathing your cock in her silky heat. The two of you groan at the penetration, and you take the time to admire the view of Seulgi's back - Her hair messily draping down her back, but not concealing how her toned back flexes as she tries to settle on a good position on top of you. Her skin is covered in a sheen of sweat, both from the biking workout, and from the more pleasurable form of workout you subjected her to earlier. You look further down to her slim waist, and past that to her hips and butt that tempted you from the very beginning.

"Ohhh Seulgi that's so good!" She snaps you back into reality as she begins grinding on you, rocking her hips back and forth as you watch her butt jiggle with the speed she's riding you with. You thank the stars that you just came earlier, because the sight of Seulgi basically twerking on your cock would have sent you to climax almost immediately. Groans from the two of you mix and clash in the air, the bedroom rapidly heating up as she chases her own orgasm. You feel her trying to grind deeper into you every time she comes down, your cock filling as much of her as possible. You watch the connection between the two of you with satisfaction, observing the growing amount of cream she leaves on your shaft. Soon Seulgi's pace becomes erratic as she leans forward, grabbing your legs for balance as she shakes her hips every which way, extracting as much pleasure as she can from you. With a low groan she suddenly stops all motion, and you feel her pussy grip you like a vise as she reaches another climax. Your crotch feels significantly wetter afterwards as she slowly begins grinding on you again, trying to extend her own peak as much as possible.

"You've worked hard, let me help you out..." you reach over and grab Seulgi by the waist, pulling her back so that is she laying on top of you. She shouts in surprise as you begin thrusting up into her, bending your knees for added leverage. Her arms reach behind, wrapping around your head as she turns to pull you in for a kiss, before being forced to break it to moan out her pleasure.

"Oh! Oh! That feels so good" Seulgi screams as you begin bouncing her, her body reduced to a melting puddle on top of you, free to thrust into at your will. Her leaning back gives your hands better access, and you take full advantage, playing with her breasts and abs, rubbing her clit as you fill her with every upward stab of your cock. You look at her beautiful face - her eyes unfocused in lust and pleasure, sweat dripping from her hair, cheeks flushed red with arousal, wordless groans and screams coming out at random intervals. You feel yourself boiling up to another climax, and you pound her faster and deeper on your cock, squeezing her breasts almost painfully before rapidly rubbing her clit as you try to trigger a final orgasm from Seulgi.

"Cum with me..." you whisper to her, and as if she was waiting for your permission her eyes roll up in her head as she announces her climax's arrival with a mighty scream, so loud that you worry about her voice afterwards. The rush of liquid on your cock and the sudden tightness of her pussy sends you into rapture as you unload all that you have left into her, absolutely soaking her insides with your cum. You silence her scream with a kiss of passion, sharing the aftershocks of your climax with one another, both of you twitching and quivering with pleasure. The evening sun shines on her gorgeous body as she lays on top of you, both bodies covered in a mixture of sweat and juices. No words were exchanged, both of you too out of it to form coherent thoughts due to pleasure and exhaustion.

"Oh..." Seulgi groans as she tries to roll off you, her pussy leaving a trail of her fluids and your thick cum everywhere - your crotch, her thighs, her bedsheets. You turn to face her, finding her eyes closed as she tries to regain her senses. You lie down next to her, watching her flushed face return to her normal complexion. She stayed so quiet and still, her expression one of satisfaction and peacefulness, that you thought she fell asleep.

"Stay the night, please?" You hear her whisper and grab you by the arm as you make to get up, the look you see in her eyes is one of contentment, before they disappear into half-moons as she smiles dazzlingly at you. You draw her in for a hug in reply, and you feel her drift to sleep in your arms. You feel exhaustion overtake you as you cuddle her, smiling as you think about your new... biking buddy? Friend? Hopefully something more.

AN: This ended up a lot longer than expected - I had a basic idea for the outside bit, and then it spiraled into a part 2 at her place. But I really wanted to write this one out and I think it turned out fine. That outfit of hers is insane. Thank you for reading!

#smut #red velvet #seulgi

[sweetsakusa]

Dimples and Laughter

Description: Sakusa has dimples. That’s it. This is what we are talking about today.

Disclaimer: I saw a post with something similar to this where they talked about Sakusa having dimples and I forgot who did it so when I find it, I’ll tag them. Just know that’s my inspiration for this. Anyways, enjoy my first post!

Genre: Fluff, sorta marriage and parenting au, drabble, slice of life, 

Character Pairing: Timeskip Sakusa x Reader + your nine month old daughter, Rina

Warnings: none (unless babies count as a trigger warning lmao I’m really sorry), SAPPY AND ROMANTIC AF

A/N: I’m so obsessed with him

Word Count: 1.5k words

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You roll over to your side, groaning as the sun’s rays penetrate through your eyelids, stirring from your restful slumber. You reach to feel the side of the bed where Kiyoomi normally sleeps, the sheets now cool to the touch from abandonment. You sigh into his pillow, the subtle scent of his cologne wafting into your nose. You want to stay there forever, but most of all, you want his strong arms thrown around your waist, burying into his toned chest, the warmth emanating off his frame in waves and warming your body. 

You feel yourself growing bored without his presence. You swing your legs over the side of the bed, trudging to the bathroom and turn the nob in the shower to get the hot water running. You throw your clothes into the hamper before hopping in. After showering, you grab some clothes from your closet and slip on a pair of sweats and t-shirt before tying up your damp hair. As you walk down the hall to begin breakfast, a fit of muffled laughter comes from behind a cracked door of the nursery.

Curiosity bubbles inside your chest and you tiptoe closer, leaning against the cool wood. Peeking through the small crack, the sight of your husband sitting on the sparkling clean floor, playing with your daughter, appears. A smile creeps onto your face as he holds her and lifts her up into the air and pulls her back down onto his lap. Her squeals of laughter fills your ears and Kiyoomi can’t hold back a deep chuckle, gentle and fluid, a flash of a smile flickers through his quiet laugh. Your eyes scan his handsome face, the beautiful head of curly, dark locks, obsidian eyes, his defined jawline, and the two moles above his right eyebrow only accentuates his beauty. 

You continued to watch your husband play with your daughter as another squeal of laughter falls from her lips. Slowly, but surely, the small, fond smile grows into a grin, full of genuine joy, and stretched ear to ear.

His smiles were infrequent. Occasionally, you will receive a smirk or a lipped smile that shows the tiniest indent of dimples, but other than that, Kiyoomi Sakusa rarely smiled.

Your breath hitches, absolutely dumbfounded. He’s grinning. Out of four years of dating, three years of marriage and almost a year with a child, you had never seen him beam with pure happiness until now. The dimples hidden behind his calm, nonchalant expression emerge. He has dimples, the indents on his cheeks so prominent that you are tempted to stick skittles in them and convinced that they will stay.

Understanding the rarity of this small moment, you stand there, lingering by the door and taking in every second that brilliant smile is on his face. The last thing you wanted was forget the smile that brought out the divots in his cheeks. It was like falling in love with him all over again, the feeling strangely familar, yet still foreign. Your mind spaces out, your heart swells with love, threatening to burst through your chest because your poor heart can’t take it. How is it possible that you can fall in love with him more than you already were? 

He’s difficult to read under his calm and collected demeanor. Everything is out of the blue with him, but he never fails to make you fall for his beautiful unpredictabilities. When he kisses your forehead through his mask after coming home, showering immediately and once he does, his lips will always be found on yours; when he mutters, “thank you, love,” when you hand him a cup of coffee or tea; when he purposely places your favorite mug on the top shelf of the cabinet so you have to ask him to grab it for you and he gets the chance to kiss your shoulder or cheek and hug you from behind; when you catch him staring at you and he doesn’t look away, he has a fond look of awe in his eyes, unwavering, and heat rushes up your face. 

The unpredictability of Kiyoomi only makes you hopelessly fall in love with him. It never fails to make your stomach flip at the small acts of affection he gives you, undeniable adoration he shows to you and to you only. It hits you when you least expect it and it's a wonderful surprise that renders you tongue-tied and you try to say the words, but your mind is in too much of a jumbled mess that they don’t fall past your throat. It was moments like these that left you star-struck and utterly speechless. You swear he’s going to be the death of you.

You decide to finally make your presence known. You nudge the door open, careful not to disturb their peace. 

“Good morning, Kiyoomi,” you whisper as you gently shut the door behind you. 

He lifts his head at your voice, a flicker of a smile still teasing his lips when he finally lets his face relax. “Good morning, darling.” The pet name always sends tingles across your body, making your toes curl and your heart ache.

Your daughter is still paying attention to him, her arms making motions in the air, trying to get his attention so he can lift her again. He obliges and the sweet ring of hysteric giggles fill the room once again.

You sit down next to him, your daughter’s large eyes on you now as Kiyoomi set her back down on his lap, his large hands holding her gently and rubbing her back in soothing patterns. His practicality and carefulness made parenthood look good on him.

“Good morning, Rina,” you say sweetly as you stroke the dark bunch of hair she inherited from her father.

She babbles as if trying to come up with a construction of sentences. You place a few kisses on her head, smiling at her nonsense words. Out of the corner of your eye, Kiyoomi lets his face break into a fond smile. You smile even wider.

“It seems to me that you have been using her as a dumbbell to workout,” you joke. He has been taking more days off to help you raise your daughter and she has grown even more fond of him. 

He quirks an amused eyebrow. “She isn’t heavy enough to be a weight.”

You roll your eyes. “I know that.” You hadn’t forgotten his taut, muscular figure, toned with muscle and minimal fat. 

“Have you eaten anything yet?” You ask as your thumb creates circles on his forearm, coiled with veins and tendons.

He shakes his head. “No.”

“I’ll start breakfast right now.” You start to stand up, but his calloused hand grabs your wrist, pulling you back. 

“Can I have a kiss?” He asks gingerly, his hand caressing your jaw. It was adorable when he asked for affection and it wasn’t often when he asked.

You give him more than just a kiss. You lean in, your hand rests on his shoulder and kisses him a few times. Each time you pull away, you smile against his lips as you lean in for another one.

“I love you.” The declaration of love whispered against his lips as you placed another kiss there to seal it, let it seep into his skin, make it known to him you meant every word.

“I love you, too,” he murmurs, his thumb cradling your cheek.

You break your loving gaze from your husband to your daughter, her eyes wide as she stares at the both of you, mouth slightly agape as her brain tries to register the tender action her parents just shared. Kiyoomi’s ears are brushed with a pink tinge. Still blushing after almost being together for almost ten years? You want to say, but you bite your lip to prevent them from falling.

You laugh, light and airy as you kiss her forehead. “And I love you, Rina.”

You lift yourself from the floor, walking to the door and closing it behind. You try your best to suppress the stupid grin on your face, but fail miserably. You walk to the kitchen to make yourself coffee. You open the cabinet to get your mug and realize Kiyoomi put it on the top shelf once again. Attempting to get the mug yourself is a lost cause because he absolutely forbids it in the case you might hurt yourself. 

You smile, but it falls from your face when your jaw begins to tense, letting you know you have been smiling so much to the point it hurts. Instead, you just let your lips tug at the ends. 

You fervently wish he never stops surprising you. Routine is a part of Kiyoomi’s lifestyle and he enjoys the familiarity and repetition; it brings him comfort. It is easier for him to follow a paved road than a gravel path. How much of a surprise it was for him to include you into his routine and take the beaten path instead so he can see the flowers while walking side by side with you.

Repetition and changeability contrasts with each other like black and white, yin and yang, like the cherry blossom petals dancing in the spring air and the autumn leaves floating in the cool fall breeze, but when they are put together, it creates something beautiful and Kiyoomi is the embodiment of that strange yet beautiful combination.

#haikyu x reader #haikyu fluff #haikyuu!! #haikyu drabble #sakusa imagines #sakusa x reader #sakusa fluff #sakusa drabble #domestic sakusa #kiyoomi sakusa x reader #kiyoomi sakusa #haikyū!!

[baby-n-boo]

Flu- Little!Tommy, CG!Philza, CG!Wilbur, CG!Puffy Flip!Technoblade Little!Ranboo, Flip!Dream

It had started with a splutter here and there, nothing to worry about, since it was Winter, the season of stray sniffles. Everybody in the SMP-who wasn't a genetically enhanced hybrid of some sort-was suffering from a running nose, maybe a few coughs now and then, but they didn't get super sick. Apart from Tommy, who didn't seem to shake his cold, still spluttering, complaining of a fuzzy headache and sore throat 'to end all sore throats' after a week of suffering. But soon enough, the few-and-far-between coughs had graduated to nearly as often as he breathed, paired with sudden, violent sneezing fits that left him breathless and red-faced, occurring more than he would let on.

But, on the morning that we set our story, Tommy had coughed too hard and woken himself up, a frequent occurrence in the past week or so, though hed never have let on to the rest of the facility that he was barely sleeping. But luckily, though he felt absolutely terrible and fuzzy-headed, like he could lie in bed all day and not feel any more refreshed, he had woken up Big, and was prepared to do what he had to, in order to stay that way. His solitary mission-Coffee-was clear in his mind as he carefully unlocked the clasps on his crib, ensuring he kept his favourite stuffie nearby, for mere novelty purpose of course. He blinked the sleep from his big eyes, impatiently rubbing his running nose on the sleeve of his sleeper as he pulled the side down and slid to the ground, glad for the fact he always woke up dry. He made short work of opening the usually baby-proofed door, CHATTR making no attempt to stop a clearly big Tommy from getting to his early-morning caffeine, all too aware of the violence and threats that usually ensued. The still sleepy man shuffled quietly towards the kitchen, muffling a few spluttering coughs in his stuffie, not wanting to wake the others. CHATTR was very quick to ensure he was informed of a -only really tiny- fact. The time being 4.03am.

Tommy was used to sneaking around early in the morning when he was big, liking to eat as little as he could and get to work with the day’s tasks, as quick as possible, before anyone could stop him. However, a spontaneous sneezing fit made his eyes water, and halted his plans. He had to stop in the middle of the hall, gripping his stomach hard as it started to ache, before slamming backwards into the wall, the explosive sneezes continuing. After only a few more, he slid to the ground, his legs too weak to hold his weight any longer. He hunched into a small ball on the floor to make it stop, the force of the sneezes rocking his small body back and forth, as he gripped his bear close. The sudden noise drew most of his family out of their rooms, sleep-tousled and wary, a few of them clutching weapons in varying stages of usability. But, when they saw the curled up man on the floor, clutching his bear with watery eyes, they soon calmed, used to the sight. Techno, tucking the pistol he had been gripping with deadly aim into a secret sheath in his PJ robe, ever royalty, smiled a little, before crouching down.

"Tom?" He asked carefully, as he put a hand forward. The little often didn't like to be touched by anyone but his carers-Wilbur and Phil, but in this case, he let him put his hand gently on the nearest knee with nary a flinch. Though that may have been because he was in the middle of a painful sounding coughing fit, the barking chokes wracking his body like they were ricocheting off of his ribs. Techno sighed sympathetically, helping him awkwardly to his feet, and leading him down the hall to the kitchen, as most of the others went back to bed for a few more hours sleep, though Wilbur followed the duo like a motherly phantom, already awake for an early workout. Techno was supporting most of Tommy's meagre weight as they slowly moved down the hall, having to take frequent breaks for Tommy to cough up a lung or sneeze some more, resisting the urge to scoop him up. But finally, they made it, Techno guiding Tommy to his highchair, ignoring his protests as he strapped him in. "You're safer here. If you end up all curled up like you did out there, you might fall off a normal seat and hurt yourself. So even if you don't like it, you're going in here." He explained, buckling up the straps and hooking the tray on, as Wilbur took a seat at the table, still silent. Once Tommy had started coughing again, rendering himself unable to continue the rather one-sided debate, Techno swept across the kitchen, grabbing a water for Wilbur, and flipping on the coffee maker for himself, and Tommy, though that was more of a courtesy than him actually having any purpose of giving it to him.

Wilbur had regarded the entire scene with worried eyes, sure that the other was deeply in his head-space, and concerned about the coughing that just did not seem to be ending, as Tommy hunched over the white plastic tray, his bear tucked securely into his lap. Call it brotherly intuition, but Wilbur knew that Tommy wasn't going to admit how deep he was falling into headspace, regardless of how terrible he felt, so, making a gesture towards him that he knew Techno caught, to signal as such, he looked away. Taking a gulp of the water Techno had handed him to take his mind off of Tommy's suffering, and to keep from running to a still sleeping Phil for comfort, Wilbur sighed, and pushed off of the chair, instead pulling on his sneakers. With a grunt, he pulled the door open and forced himself out of it, despite the fact that every part of him screamed to go back and capture the suffering man in a warm embrace, letting the door sweep shut behind him in a very unsatisfyingly silent movement, as he moved to work out his frustrations with a jog to warm up, before hitting the gym. The rhythmic slapping of his shoes on the springy asphalt sidewalk soon pushed all thoughts of worry out of his head, instead making his adrenaline surge, and his breath shorten ever so slightly, as he headed for his third lap of the course Big Tommy had set up for him the last time he'd gone on a renovating spree. Wilbur, pushing his body even further in a self-punishing burst of speed and endurance, that would have knocked out any sane, normal person, tried his hardest to get the last niggling feelings of something being wrong out of the back of his head, hearing slower footfalls behind him as his good friend, Charlie joined him silently for a few goes around.

Meanwhile, back in the facility mandated apartment, Techno had finished brewing the coffee, and, instead, was trying to convince Tommy to take his medicine-suspended in juice-from a sippy cup, unsuccessfully. "Come on, Tom, It's even got your face on." he encouraged, waving it in his face, but, burying his face in his teddy, he whined, and kept turning away. Sighing a little, Techno turned away, placing the Sippy back on the counter, and rubbed his eyes, more out of frustration than exhaustion, before turning back to the boy. "How about we go find Phil? He'll know what to do. And, he shoulda been up for this morning's jog with Wilbur." He suggested, unlatching the tray from the high chair, and popping the straps open from around Tommy. Exhausted, he slumped forward, leaving Tech to catch his weight, as he sniffled miserably into the silk-clad shoulder. "Yeah. Phil." He whispered, the words rasping painfully through his throat, not even caring as Techno continued to carry him down the hall towards Phil's room. His gait was smooth, and silent on the carpeted floor, thankfully not jostling his already pounding head, and he soon drifted back to sleep, free from the throes of endless coughing, at least for a short while.

Carefully pushing into Phil's room, still cradling Tommy to his side, Techno scoffed at the man, spread-eagled on the bed, his quilts not even bothering to cover a little of his bare chest, and pinched his leg, to wake him. His black PJ bottoms had bunched up about his legs in his sleep, making him look more like a medieval messenger than a modern day miner and father, but, as Techno placed a still sleeping Tommy down in the bed-side crib, he rolled over, his snores hitching, and caught sight of the duo through bleary eyes. "te’no?" he asked groggily, slurring his syllables together, before stifling a yawn with his hand, using the other to push himself up to a sitting position, and taking note of the red faced, whining in his sleep Tommy next to him. "Is he okay?" he worried, reaching over to feel the boy's forehead, all traces of sleep now gone from his voice. Techno nodded, with a grim face, and, making sure Tommy's teddy was securely tucked next to him for when he woke up, perched on the end of Phil's bed, staring down into his lap, at the tightly clasped hands. "He woke us all up really early this morning, coughing fit to die in the hall, but, when we tried to help him, he insisted he was big, and refused to take his medicine sippy. He asked to come see you, cause Wilbur's gone on a run to get rid of his nervous fluttering energy. I swear, sometimes he's more like a new mother than a brother to this boy." He weakly joked, but inside, the fear was coiling up, making him feel a little nauseous.

CHATTR, who had been silent up to this point, now piped up, and, in their ever-patient voice, alerted the two concerned adults. "It appears that Mister Innit is suffering from a very major form of influenza B. Having gone untreated for so long, it is at a very high risk of developing into pneumonia." He informed them, before illuminating the bedroom softly. "Might I recommend taking swift and decisive action when the young master awakens?" he mentioned, as Phil slapped a hand over his mouth. Shakily, he started hitting himself in the head with his good arm, his breath speeding up as he worked himself into a panic. "How did I not see it before?" He murmured angrily to himself, even as Techo grabbed his arm, and held it down to stop him. "Phil, its only flu. It's not your responsibility to notice everything about Tom. Thats why we are all here." He explained quietly, trying to calm him, though he just laughed hollowly, and kept staring at the sleeping boy. "Yeah. Influenza B. The one that can be fatal. Wilbur had it once, when we were younger. He almost died. Tech, promise me that Tom isn't gonna die! Tell me it's not true!" he panicked, turning to the pink headed voice of reason with tears in his eyes, as his voice increased in volume. He shook his head, unable to promise anything, but pulled Phil into a tight hug instead. "We're all gonna fight for him, we are gonna do even more than our best to make sure that doesn't happen." He assured, his eyes lingering on the little, who had now started tossing and turning, sweating through his onesie in distress.

The two of them stayed like that, watching over Tommy, and occasionally whispering to each other, for what felt like hours, until they heard a door slam open, clearly having been pushed, and Tubbo's voice filling the quiet facility, asking after Tommy. An answering cry from one of the many little's rooms followed, sounding like a fussy Ranboo, shortly before a berating from whomever had gotten up to care for the little-probably Puffy. The apology was drowned out by CHATTR entering back into the moment, and, a faint tinge of amusement in their voice, relayed some information. "Master Underscore is insisting I let him see Mister Innit. May he gain entrance?" he asked, and, a finger over his lips, Techno nodded, beckoning for the door to be opened. It swung open, and, almost immediately, Tubbo was upon them, asking hundreds of questions about Tommy, and why he wasn't up to go with him on adventures. Techno was quick to shush him, and point towards the crib, where Tommy, now starting to stir, was lain, subject to Phil's careful stroking of his hair.

"Oh, he's little." Was the teen's only response, instead deciding to sit on the edge of the bed, in the spot Techno had just vacated, and look on. "I know I have the hotel after school today, but can I stay anyway? I wanna playyyy." he asked hopefully, but Techno shrugged. "Since Tom's kinda outta commission, you're gonna hafta ask Uncle Sam." He smiled, watching as he slumped. "But Techyyyyyy..." he whined, turning his best puppy eyes on him, but Techno just chuckled quietly. "You'd have a better chance of success challenging your Uncle over there to a duel. Now go grab some breakfast, and get your butt outside, you tyke. Maybe I'll meet you at the park later. But only if you're good." He ordered jokingly, tousling Tubbo’s hair, before giving him a tight hug. He huffed, but obliged, wrapping his arms around Phil's middle too, and squeezing as tight as he could, laughing evilly when the older man groaned. "My bones are frail, Tubs. I'm too old for that!" he complained, reciprocating the tight hug with his free arm, which the younger boy valiantly took with nearly no complaint. Laughing, he danced out of reach as Phil tried to ruffle his, only just re-tamed, hair, a mischievous smile on his face, and smiled happily towards Tommy, who was silently watching the exchange through the bars of the crib with red eyes.

"Sorry nugget, guess you're in quarantine now?" he apologized, sending an air hug across the room, and grinning as he got to use one of the cute child nicknames Tommy always used to give him. "Keep me posted?" Tubbo asked hopefully, his grin only widening when Techno whispered an "Of course." Before he ran from the room energetically, already unbuttoning his formal shirt sleeves. "No running! And keep your shirt on, it’s nice-huh, there's no point." Techno came to the door, calling after Tubbo, shaking his head as he didn't listen anyway. Re-entering the room, he noticed Phil lifting Tommy out of the crib, and noticed just how deathly pale he had gotten over the past few weeks, as his head lolled weakly over the other man's arm and his laboured breathing became even more pronounced. A faint smell of dirty diaper was emanating from his direction, but, as Phil moved to take him to the changing table in the bathroom, he whined, and tried to wiggle out of the older man's hold. "I can do it myself, Phil." he murmured, his throat making his voice raspy and whispery, but, pretending he couldn't hear the boy, Phil carried on, laying the boy down on the changing table, before unbuttoning his onesie, and whistling at the diaper underneath.

Turning away to give the two some privacy, Techno started busying himself with straightening up the ornaments on top of the dresser, and the rumpled blankets on the bed, flinching every-time a rough cough sounded about the room, or a weak whine came from the boy at a cold wipe. It was almost unbearable, but, just as he was at his wit's end, about to leave, Phil padded back out, a limp, weak Tommy in his arms, wearing nothing but his diaper and a light blue plastic cover to hold back from leakage. Techno smiled softly, holding his arms out to hold the little, and shivered as his feverishly hot skin brushed against his arm when the boy was passed over. He was still speaking, trying to insist he was fine, but his voice was nearly all gone now, occasional letters breaking through the phlegmy stupor of his illness, so, ignoring it, techno pulled a light yellow shirt out of the drawer dedicated for Will’s little stuff, sure he wouldn't mind, and tugged it over Tommy's head, to give him at least a little modesty, watching as it fell to his knees comfortably. He reached back for a pair of sweatpants, but, a slight head shake from Phil, awkwardly lingering in the doorway, ready to leave, had tech withdrawing his hand, and, instead, carrying the little boy, his breaths now wheezing loudly as they went in and out, over to his CG.

Phil was quick to scoop the little boy back into his arms, cuddling him tight against his chest as if he was scared the boy might just turn out to be a hallucination, a figment of his imagination, disregarding the loud wheezing noises as he struggled to breathe. CHATTR lit the corridor in a dim blue, signifying they had a message, but their words came through muffled, as if underwater, through the stupor of fear and concern that Techno and Phil had surrounded themselves with. "Ice. We need Ice." The piglin murmured, holding up a finger to emphasise his point, as they reached the communal living area, where a little Ranboo was splayed across an entire couch, having his hair combed gently by Puffy , as he sobbed quietly, clearly unstable after his sudden awakening via over-excited Tubbo. Phil nodded numbly, clutching Tommy to himself as he looked around for Wilbur, who still hadn't returned from his run, Techno disappearing off to the ice machine in the front of the fridge.

Wrapping the cubes in a nearby hand-towel, he bound it shut, and brought it back over, gently placing it under the oversized shirt, onto Tommy's stomach, at which point he flinched, and started writhing to get away from it. However, even as his uncomfortable noises set Ranboo's wailing off again, techno stubbornly kept the makeshift icepack where it was, gently massaging the cold sensation into the little boys stomach, until he lost a little of the drawn, jaundiced aura he'd been sporting. "There we go. I bet that feels a little better, eh?" He asked, even as he smiled a little, and snuggled a little closer to Phils chest, having regained a tiny portion of his strength. The action, however, was merely a preceding event to a violent sneeze, that sent his head rocketing backwards so rapidly, Techno instantly started looking for signs of a broken neck, and, upon inhaling afterwards, his breath caught in his phlegmy throat, choking him to a sort of pinky-violet hue.

Puffy, sighing quietly, scooped Ranboo up onto her hip, and shuffled back towards the elevator, muttering something about never getting any peace, leaving the trio stood in the middle of the room alone. Techno kept the ice pack on Tommy's stomach, even as Phil shuffled awkwardly foot to foot, trying to look anywhere but at the little boy in his arms,even as the phlegm shifted, the violet finally subsided, and the boy started hiccoughing, tears streaming down his face that weren't all brought on by the coughing. "i'm big." He whispered, burrowing deeper into the shirt, and the ice pack, looking a tiny bit better, with the ministrations, though there was still a long way to go. "I promise. I'm big."

"Well, if you're so big, how about you go to your br-Techno, and let me go get us both a drink, eh?" Phil questioned, watching as the boy squirmed gently to get free. Techno smiled faintly, holding his arms out. "Come here, titch." He joked, but Tommy pouted, shaking his head. "Big enough to walk." He insisted quietly, holding the ice to his belly with one arm, leaving a wet patch on the yellow shirt. Sharing a quick questioning look with Phil, in which they seems to converse entirely, Tech raised an eyebrow, and warned. "I'll let you walk, but you have to hold my hand, in case you fall over." He compromised, seeing as Tommy weighed up the positives and negatives. "Mkay. Stiw want coffee tho." He mumbled, still using little vernacular, regardless of how old he claimed he was.

"Good boy. Come on then, let's go sit down, eh?" Techno enthused, helping him down from Phil’s arms. He nodded gently, holding himself like a cup filled to the brim, as he made a few tentative steps. "I cant promise coffee, Tom, but certainly a drink of some kind." Phil called from the kitchen, picking up the rejected medicine sippy from earlier, and adding it to the line up of mugs he was gonna take through. If the coffee machine would finish brewing the new jug already. "Come onnn." He groaned, combing a hand through his messy bed head, making a mental note to get a cut, as he drummed regularly on the counter top with his other hand. From where he was stood, he could only just see to the couch, where Techno was trying to convince Tommy to lie down, saying it'd 'help his head feel better'. A faint smile crept onto his face at the mini-tantrum the boy was throwing on mute, though, with a sigh, he knew that illness was no excuse for misbehaviour.

"Tommy." He warned, watching as the boy stiffened. "Behave, and do what Tech says. He knows how to help right now." He ordered, watching as he clambered onto the couch, and begrudgingly laid his head in the piglin’s lap. The coffee machine was still brewing a minute or two of silence later, seeming to go slow on purpose, so, turning to get a snack from the fridge, Phil heard the hall phone ring, and shook his head fondly, the old fashioned phone being one of Wilbur's little luxuries, even though they had CHATTR for it all. "Tech, that'll be Will saying when he'll be back, can you just quickly go and grab it? I'm sure Tom will be okay for a sec." He asked, hearing as techno pushed off of the couch again. There was the quiet sound of speaking from the hall for a few seconds, not even a minute, before he laughed, and bade the man on the other end of the phone a quick goodbye.

"About five-" he came through, calling back to Phil, before cutting himself off. "Phil? Where's Tommy?" He asked, fear in his-usually calm-voice. He whirled around, expecting to see him cracking up, or for the little boy helping himself to a now finally brewed coffee, but instead, techno was searching round the couch, no sick little boy in sight. The two of them stood there, shell shocked that they could take their eyes off of the boy for thirty seconds and lose him, until the elevator pinged, indicating that it had docked somewhere, and Phils head shot up. "oh no!" He gasped, scrambling towards the elevator. "Huh? I dont get it?" Techno furrowed his brows in confusion, still stood where he was, even as Phil started hammering the button for the doors. "He thinks he's big. Your lab!" He explained breathlessly, dashing inside as the elevator arrived.

_Techno gaped back, before sprinting into the elevator after Phil, grabbing his hands. "How did we not guess!" He shouted, as the metal box shot downwards at breakneck speed. Phil just shook his head, nervously pacing, too choked by fear to respond. The doors quickly opened again, and Phil went barrelling out, down the corridor towards Techno’s lab, the biggest one on the compound, but also the only one with the windows tinted black so nobody could see inside, closely trailed by Techno, who had the sense to turn off the security cameras as they passed, so nobody else could see what they were up to if they happened to look. He grabbed Phil’s arm as he raised it to pound on the door, instead knocking gently and politely. "Tommy? Are you in there? We’re not mad at you for running off, We just want to know you're safe." He called through the door, hearing the quiet sounds of items clinking into a pot and an occasional bubbling.

"Can...can you open the door?" He asked, hearing a stubborn voice waft back through, carrying a heavy, stuffy nosed denial, as the bubbling sounds stepped up a notch. "No' comin owt. Got importan stuff ta do." It yelled, as quiet footsteps could be heard, coming down the hall towards the lab, the long, light footfalls belying the fact Wilbur was back, paired with squared off, militant ones they knew too well. Dream. "Well, then you don't have to come out." He murmured back through the door, placing a hand on the cold glass, as Wilbur, looking determined, grew level with them. "But...can you let us in?" Techno purposefully kept his voice quiet and calm, one arm out to hold the two men- Tommy's other carers - back from smashing straight through the glass, like it looked like they wanted to. And, really, he couldn't blame them. If he had a sick little purposefully putting themself in danger, he would probably move heaven and earth to protect them too. But luckily, he didn't have anything of the sort. Just a sense of solidarity deep in his core, with the little boy on the other side of the-bulletproof-glass.

However, trying to be nice just wasn't working, as he quickly realised, sighing as he withdrew his hand, and stepped aside, for one of the other two to try. "Don't go crashing in just yet." He whisper warned them, before leaning against the opposite wall, watching as Phil tried to step forward. However, he was cut off by Dream, who nodded once, curtly, and stepped up to the glass, placing his hand exactly where Techno's had been only a moment or two before. He took a deep breath, rolling his shoulders back to give himself a more formidable posture, that made even Will shiver slightly, and dropped his voice to the deepest register. That level was usually reserved for full Daddy Mode, when one of his kids had done something super bad, like drawn on the walls with crayon. Techno, being a particularly mischievous switch, had had his fair share of that voice, only a hair of bravery keeping him from reaching forward to hold Will’s hand for support, despite the fact he was entirely big. "Tommy." Dream rumbled, entirely unamused by the little's behavior. "I'm going to count to three. By then, this door had better be open, or you are in some serious trouble." The order left no room for the boy to disobey, but, as the brewing stands kicked up into noisy motion, Dream was unphased, beginning his countdown. "One. I dont hear this door unlocking, Thomas." He spoke over the sound, voice clear as crystal. And just as cutting.

Subtly, he beckoned Phil and Wilbur over to his side, hissing his plan so quietly, Techno was surprised they could even hear it themselves. Nodding briefly, Phil placed his other hand on the glass like a rehearsed move, whilst Wilbur starting quietly asking CHATTR if they could get the three of them through the door, and Dream refocussed his attention on the countdown. "Two. I've got your brother and dad here now too. You better be telling CHATTR to let us in, or you're in for the longest corner time of your life, young man." Dream continued, knowing for a fact, by the continued sounds of brewing, that Tommy wasn't even trying to let them in. "Dun hear you!" He shouted back, clearly not entirely big, almost as if, in his extremely sick stupor, he was daring them to do their worst. Which, of course, they could, and would if it were not for some level of civility still keeping them from breaking in.

"One." Phil chimed in for the last number, the two of their deep Carer Voices legitimately making Techno wish he had brought his stuffed dog for moral support, as he felt himself fall slightly smaller, just from the environmental tension. "Tommy, you're already going to have corner time, you wanna make it longer? Don't make me come in there and get you." Philza warned, a vein beginning to pop in his neck at the effort of holding himself back, though he was just greeted by a stubborn silence. Dream sighed heavily, turning slightly so his shoulder was perpendicular to the door, and stepped into place to start battering the door down. "Zero. You're out of time. I'm coming in now. Get away from the door." Dream called through, starting to swing at the door, connecting with loud thuds. "I can and will break this, Thomas." He connected again, as the sound of the glass groaning echoed about the hall, muffling a scared whine from Techno, as he slipped properly down. He genuinely hated when anyone got all scary like this, especially Dream or Phil, it always made him feel like he was in a massive amount of trouble, like they were going to send him back to The Red Place if he misbehaved anymore. Logically, he knew that would never happen, that they all loved him too much, but, in littlespace, there was nothing he could think of more than just being sent back.

However, Will, who had backed away from the glass as Dream had started trying to smash through the door, looked over with concern, sure that he had heard something other than the hollow thuds of shoulder against glass. When he looked at Techno though, all he could see was an entirely composed, only slightly concerned mask on the piglin’s face, completely closed off to any other emotion, or study. Even for his empathetic experience, that had enabled him to tell when the slightest muscle feathered to bely a falsification, he couldn't tell a single thing about his expression. "So..." he started, trying to start up a conversation with Techno, sounding casual, as if the glass wasn't splintering under Phil’s ministrations. Will smiled weakly, but encouragingly as two big, innocent eyes focused up on him, and he released the seemingly forced casual position he had been maintaining. "Yeah..." he spoke carefully, as if he was trying to avoid saying something. Techno stepped slightly closer, resting his hand on Wilbur’s arm, and smiled back, a little toothily. "Gunna be okay." He murmured, so that only the two of them could hear. Will nodded, staring off into the void of the glass, and sighed. "Well, that's if Dream leaves any of him left to be okay." He chuckled slightly, seeing that the glass was only a couple of seconds away from shattering. He didn't want Techno to see that, the poor little one. He hated loud noises, and it wasn't like anyone could blame him, with his past.

"Hey, how about you go tell Puffy that we'll be bringing Tommy up in a minute or two, eh?" he asked, physically restraining himself from ruffling Techno’s hair as he nodded, and ran off, clearly little now, and chuckled. The sweet moment was quickly broken by the loud crash of Dream finally breaking through the glass,though, having resorted to kicking so he didn't fall straight through.

At first glance, it seemed like there was nobody in the lab, glass spread across the floor, and a half finished...mess of potion ingredients on the table, no interpretation of the pieces seeming to be instantly available. One of the downsides of Tommy being little and in the lab. Luckily, there was no blood this time, just a cowering boy under the table, choking on his own tears as he held his teddy close. "I sorry!" he shouted, as the two CGs gently stepped over the danger, to find him. He didn't dare get out from under the table, but, as Will held Dream back, and bent down himself, he did extend his arms for help. "Wilby, I sorry!" he hiccoughed, butt shuffling slightly closer so that Will could safely pull him into his arms, to swing him out of the small, enclosed space, into the light. He hissed slightly at the sudden change of light, burying his face deep in his unofficial brother’s shoulder, still sobbing.

"Hey hey hey, what are all these tears about? Its okay, we’ve got you now. How about we get out of this icky grownup lab, and we go back to somewhere safe? Wanna go find teddy?" Wilbur comforted, bouncing Tommy in his arms as he slowly inched out of the room, glaring at Dream for his violent threats towards the baby. Obviously he had needed something for disobeying when they told him to do things, but it wasn't entirely necessary to have scared the boy, especially in his currently vulnerable state. "Come on, honey, dry up those tears, its okay." Phil carried on, as the trio started back down the hall, Tommy still whining into Will’s shirt, wetting it with both snot and tears, in- if the adult was completely honest- a rather disgusting mix. Tommy just shook his head, nestling deeper into the soft cotton, still struggling to draw entire breaths, through his phlegmy throat, and the tears, and kept sobbing, not even paying attention as Will stepped into the elevator, hearing phil quietly ordering CHATTR to do certain things as he shifted his hand holds. One hand went to the back of Tommy's head, holding him close so he couldn't have looked at his surroundings, even if he had wanted to, since Dream was shadowing the two of them, and his carers really didn't want the boy to have another issue, when he was still on the comedown from the previous one.

When the small trio walked back into the main, communal room, they were faced with a solemn Puffy, and a Techno, who had fully given in to being small now, clutching his bunny as he hid behind Puffy-a small pink paci now bobbing securely in his mouth, absolutely from Ranboo, who was half asleep and watching cartoons on the big view screen, completely oblivious to what else was going on. Dream hadn't known what Phil had asked for, having been in the elevator after the other two, which, of course, had been planned, so he looked confused when Puffy didn't even say hello to either of them. "Alright, im going to go get this little one sorted out, if you could just wait here? I wanna talk to both of you about something once he's sorted." Phil explained, taking Tommy from Will, and heading down the corridor to Tommy's nursery, where he knew Tommy could calm a little easier, without Dream being in his view-line. Faintly, he could hear Dream starting to ask Puffy and Will what was up, and smiled, enjoying keeping him in the dark, hoping that it would reinforce his point that panic isn't always the best response. Puffy was certainly a strong enough personality-and caregiver-to deal with Dream’s endless questioning.

Dream’s voice, demanding to know what was going on in his biggest sounding way, faded away relatively quickly as Phil hurried down the hall with the baby in his arms, his sick sounds of wheezy breathing now pretty normal, though they still ripped out his heartstrings every time a wheeze would devolve into a cough. "Oh Toms, its okay, we're gunna get you all bundled up with your teddy, and your blankie, Mkay?" Phil monologued, as he turned into the nursery with a sigh of relief, placing the little on his flower print changing table. "Do you want your paci whilst i get your cute little butt all cleaned up?" He asked, not getting an answer over the little boy's wheezes, but one hand weakly curled into a grabbing motion as a few tears leaked down the baby's face. Phil wasted no time in plopping a cute little yellow pacifier into Tommy's mouth, which he immediately latched onto, suckling slowly as he drifted. "Hey baby? Stay with me honey." Phil begged, rising panic starting to choke him as Tommy's eyes started to drift shut again. "m seep." Tommy moaned, rubbing an eye slowly and wearily. Normally, sleep would be just what the doctor ordered, but, too scared to leave his baby, even for a nap, Phil shook his head. "Not yet bug. We can go ask Aunt Puffy to let you watch cartoons with Ranboo if you want? I'll get you some ice. And we can cuddle." He didn't want to smother the little boy, but he just looked so vulnerable, Wilbur's yellow shirt hanging off of his chest as he slowly moved, whining sadly.

"I know. I know, it hurts." Phil whispered, gathering the baby into his arms gently, flinching slightly as his boiling skin came into contact with normal temperature skin. "Collll" another whine. . Phil winced at this, hating the fact that the boy was so miserable. "Hey, it's okay, baby. Here. Take Teddy, and hold him tight. Ill grab you your blankie." He pressed the small, fluffy bear back into Tommy's arms, waiting as he sluggishly moved to accommodate it. "Well done honey." He praised, leaning over the edge of the crib, trying to find the light yellow blanket the boy loved so much. Of course, like everything, it was tangled around the bars of the crib, refusing to move as he tugged at it. Sighing, he weighed up the positive and negative ideas running through his head, eventually just rolling down the side of the crib and putting Tommy down on the mattress.

Flinching at the heartbroken wails that then started up, Phil employed both hands to untangle the soft material, which he quickly threw over his arm, lifting a red-faced Tommy back up. "Now that wasn't needed, now was it, baby? I only put you down so I could get the blankie you wanted, we don't need to be worrying." Phil admonished, lighthearted, throwing the edges of the blankie over his baby, not enough to sweat him out, but enough to cover the bare skin. "Now how about we go see Will? I heard he has a lot of cuddles for sick little boys like you." Tommy just whined, nestling his face between his teddy and his cg’s chest, snuffling sadly. "Awe, bunny, you really are sad. I've never known you to turn down cuddles." Phil murmured, more to himself than anyone else, as he headed back down the hall to the main room.

The scene was almost the same as when he left, Ranboo still blinking blearily at the view screen, Will now sat beside him, helping hold his sippy for him, and Techno still shadowing Puffy with her rabbit clutched determinedly between her hands. But this time, Dream wasn't demanding answers from anyone. Instead, he was sat way off in the corner, at the table, glaring angrily at everyone as he methodically ripped apart bits of lettuce from a salad bowl. Heading over to Puffy, Phil silently raised an eyebrow, prompting the only free caregiver in the room to try to explain what was up. "When I kept ignoring him, he gradually got meaner, and I put him in timeout. At the minute, he's trying to deny he's little enough for time out, but I think he's about.... five or six right now?" She estimated, as they both watched Dream move from one shredded leaf to a different one, his movements too jerky and rough for him to fully be his big self.

Phil nodded in understanding, smiling a grateful thanks as he looked down into Tommy's face, and saw him drifting off. "I'm being such a papa bear today. Can you take him?" he whispered to Puffy, who looked like she was gearing up to take the boy even before she had been asked. The nod that followed was too enthusiastic for anybody to have said no, so, chuckling slightly, Phil held out the baby to his aunt, who made short work of whisking him away to the couch. "He probably needs something to eat soon!" Phil called after the caregiver, who just held up a full bottle of formula, well prepared for the eventuality of having to look after Tommy. It was sort of a well-known fact that Phil exhausted all of his parenting in short bursts of nitro-papa whenever one of his babies was ill, so everyone prepared for being asked to take care of them for respite purposes.

Shaking his head fondly at Puffy’s pre-preparation, Phil's eyes lingered worriedly on his baby for a second, before ripping them away, sure that she would do a great job looking after him. After all, she had been caregiving for much more difficult littles than Tommy, which made for a lot of practice. Instead, he focused his attention on the moody little at the table, heading over there with many many thoughts in his head about what to say to him. But, when he actually got over there, all he could see was tears threatening to fall, and he melted. There was a reason he usually tag teamed being Tommy's CG with Techno and Will. And this was it. Phil could never stay fierce in the face of tears. Especially not from littles. So, instead of getting angry, he just swept the bits of shredded leaf aside, out of a seated Dream’s reach, and sighed. "Hi, little one." He murmured, taking one of Dream’s hands in his own, and massaging the back of it gently. He whined, shaking his head slightly. "m no lil!" he complained, thoroughly miserable, but Phil just took it in his stride, pulling out one of the other chairs around the table, and sitting down.

"You're littler than me right now though, aren't you? And that makes you a little one. You don't have to be really really little like Techno though. You can be a big and strong boy, kay?" Dream just nodded, looking over to Techno, who was stubbornly trying to get the toy weapons out of the chest without help. "But big boys have to have big talks about scaring the little babies, and they have to take their corner time like big boys too." Phil continued, trying his hardest to look serious, as dream’s eyes widened, and he slid off his chair onto phil’s lap. "Nooo! ‘m little baby! No corner!" he whined, trying his hardest to convince the caregiver that he was too little to be punished for what he did. But his efforts were fruitless.

"Nice try, mini milk." Phil ruffled his boy's hair, before pulling him back up to standing. "Now, tell me why you scared Tommy like that? He's very poorly, and you shouting at him didn't help." Phil prompted, holding Dream still as he started trying to twist out of the grip. Silence followed, and Phil's eyebrows dropped. "Dream..." he warned, his voice dropping down. "We can do this another way if you would prefer, but I doubt that’s the issue." Another careful warning, as a tear began to fall down the boy's cheeks. He shook his head, not wanting to speak, but, as Phil used a thumb to wipe it away, he let out a shuddering breath. "He sicky, n you were sads, so I helpin, but...but is just bad." He murmured, letting more tears fall. Phil started to talk, but he was cut off by Dream continuing, as he gazed off at a distant point, not even bearing to look into his daddy's face. "And...and den you were doin stuffs with tom, and mama doin stuff with Ranny, so I got big so ‘m not in way, and got shouty, and Mama says ‘m smol but ‘m no smol, I just got icky tummy cuz wan someon doing stuff with me, not Tommy. Tomm smelly." He whined, stamping his foot as he came to the end of what he was saying, still crying, as realisation dawned over Phil's mind.

"Awe, kiddo. If you were jealous, you could have just said. I’m sure your mama loves both of you a lot of a lot, and I know she doesn't want to make you feel icky. It's just that Tommy is very poorly right now, so he needs lots of hugs and kisses and icky medicines to make him feel better, and Ranny is having a hard day." He explained, trying to help Dream by drying up the boy's tears on the sleeves of his shirt. "Do you remember when you got a really icky tummy and you were so sleepy that you couldn't even hug the puppies they had at your drawing classes?" Phil asked the boy, watching as he nodded sadly. "Tommy's icky tummy is even worse than that time." At this, dream gasped, and tried to run over to the couch, though Phil held him fast. "So you have to be very gentle, and very quiet to him from now on, okay?"

Dream nodded solemnly, looking wise beyond his current years of 4, and stood still once more. A few stray tears still slid down his cheeks, but, for now, he was okay again. Phil, standing up, kept a firm hold of Puffy’s boy's hand, pushing the chair back in, and sweeping Dream into a tight, fatherly hug. "Now. I know your mama loves you lots and lots and lots, but these clothes are all icky from all the running around you did. Shall I come help you get changed into some nice clean and comfy clothes till she is ready? Then we can surprise her!" he proposed as he straightened back up again, his knees aching a little. Dream nodded happily, skipping slightly as they both headed back towards the bedrooms, for yet another change. The clock struck ten am, and Phil sighed heavily. It was going to be a loooooong day.

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[bombyxluna]

Headcannons of buff and huge mc? Pls i been needed this ;-;

This is such a cute request, thank you so much for it, anon! 

 I’m trying something kind of (?) new with the headcanons, they’re kind of like scenes instead of points! I hope that’s okay! 

Lucifer

Even though he had seen humans before on his travels to the human realm, he’d never before felt what he felt upon seeing you. Although he knew humans came in all different shapes and sizes, he’d never seen a human as tall and mighty as you stood. He was baffled, words scaping him in one of the rare occasions in which he was rendered speechless. For the first time in his eternal life, Lucifer wanted to be destroyed.

The first time you both had a proper conversation, he sat stiff and almost motionless, keeping as much poise as possible. It felt weird to you, how different demon’s mannerisms were and how they seemed to affect your interactions, but the glint in his eye, the way he looked at you… made your knees tremble in the best of ways.

Right now, though, as you sit together on your bed, tangled under the sheets, he’s open about the first impression he had of you, and how it still affects him. “You looked like a warrior angel, like something I didn’t know I missed until I’ve encountered it - the word ‘breathtaking’ doesn’t contain enough strength to express how I felt.” Even as you kiss, you know the feeling of warmth blooming in your chest will stay there. 

Mammon 

It’s no secret he’s into you, but when he asked you to go out with him, this is not what you had in mind. He sits across from a very pissed off looking demon - his arms are crossed and you’re standing behind him, doing your job as his newly attended bodyguard. Not that you have anything against protecting him, but oh how life enjoys mocking you sometimes.

The demon actually gets fussy, going as far as threatening both Mammon and you. Just one word from you, though, and she recoils, falling back on her chair and finally accepting whatever deal they were negotiating. Mammon beams, giving you the most enthusiastic thumbs up you’ve ever seen. It makes you squeal inside.

As you walk back to the dorm side by side, he stops you just before walking in. There’s a blush high on his cheek and he’s nervously rubbing at his arms. You’re left speechless as he thanks you for protecting him and, in a move much bolder than you would have expected, tells you how fucking hot that was. 

Satan

For some reason, he’s very open with you, and you end falling in a comfortable place around him. Spending the afternoons with him resting against your chest as he reads whatever book he’s chosen that week out loud became somewhat of a routine. You rest your chin on his shoulder, enjoying the way his chest vibrates in the slightest against your palm with every word.

It’s a little disorienting when one day he decides he must be the big spoon. With the chosen book in hand, you take a few moments to relax against him, but when you do it’s heavenly. Being bigger than most, you’ve previously fallen on the role of the bigger spoon in almost all of your relationships. This feels new, even though it is not. His warmth, the way his arms snake around your waist, his breathing on your neck, everything is too much. 

You manage to read as far as three chapters before he’s softly putting the book down, eyes meeting yours. You hold eye contact, lost in a moment that’s only yours, so profoundly perfect it almost feels as though you’re the characters in the book.

Asmodeus

Despite his reputation, you’ve always seen Asmo as more than just a sex-crazed demon. That took him by surprise at first, but he recomposed himself easily, going back to his usual flirting - to which you gladly retributed. The lingering touches he’d give you would stay with you all day long, a constant reminder of his hands on your muscles, caressing at the supple skin. But it was never anything more than that - a flirt here and there, a passing touch. Asmo is actually very respectable. 

So this is surprising. His stretched arms as he pouts, refusing to move lest you pick him up. It’s strange, and there are other students staring, but he keeps ground, glistening eyes teasing you. His smirk is what breaks your resolve and finally, you give him a piggyback all the way to the dorm. No one seems to really mind it, Asmo is really popular for certain reasons, after all, and you discover you don’t mind it, either. 

Now, he jumps up on your lap with every opportunity he gets, always wanting more of your touch. It’s comforting, his scent of roses and perfume has become something akin to home to you. He likes it too, whispering sweet nothings against your neck - often followed by quickly whispered moments of vulnerability that make you swear to always keep him close like this. Belphegor

At first, you took him for the rebellious little fucker his brother’s - with the exception of Beel - seeming painted him to be. As time passed, his walls came coming down one by one, until you’ve got a glimpse of his softer side, much to his chagrin. 

It works for him, however, as he drags you to his bedroom to watch tv. Getting on the bed is awkward, to say the least, but you make it work, keeping as much of a straight face as possible. Belphegor beams, which is rather uncharacteristic but so, so cute. He gets in and promptly cuddles up to you, burrowing his head on your neck. The tv is quickly forgotten as you become a mess of limbs on the bed - in what may have been the best nap of your life. 

You wake up to something scratching against your cheek. Blinking the daze of sleep away, you turn sideways to find Belphie’s tail cuddled up against your cheek. It tickles and you have to suppress a giggle, petting it. It’s weirdly responsive, even as its owner sleeps soundly next to you. You don’t really understand why Belphie has taken his demon form mid-sleep, but it makes you smile nonetheless, brushing some hair away to see the curled horns. A sound echoes through the room and you find Beel standing there, snapping pictures of the two of you on the bed. Through a smile, he tells you Belphie only takes on his demon form when he’s really comfortable.  Beelzebub

You two bonded easily since the start, over your mutual love for food and for the gym. You didn’t expect, however, to be awoken by a very excited looking Beel so early on a Saturday morning. He is grinning from ear to ear, barely containing his excitement as he all but jumps on top of you - you’re once again reminded of an overexcited puppy as you look at him. He tells you how gym had always been boring because he had to go along, it was impossible to get Belphie to join him, but now he has you :D!!!! If you want to, of course :(

As if you’d say no. Saturday morning gym was not in your plans at all, but his smile washes away any sleepiness from your body. You two walk together to the gym, stopping by the kitchen to pick up an actual ton of snacks - he gets hungry, and honestly, so do you. 

The workout is heavier than you might be used to, but it’s actually gratifying. And hey, you get to spend more time with Beel. Everyone’s a winner. Well, except for your thighs the next morning. But that’s okay because you found yourself waking up to an already half-eaten breakfast in bed - to his credit, waking you up was a nearly impossible thing to do, and the strongest arms you’ve ever felt engulfing you in a bear hug.  Levi

You always have fun with Levi. Even when he’s showing you the newest addition to his endless collection of trinkets and souvenirs and talking about how they’re now organized by collection, color, and alphabetical order. One of the figurines catches your eye, one you hadn’t really noticed before. You ask about, surprised to see him blush. 

He shyly tells you it’s one of his favorite characters from TSL: Lord of the Flies. He then complains to be unable to properly cosplay him, since his body type doesn’t fit the description. You watch his eyes light up as an idea clearly pops on his head. 

That’s how you find yourself dressed as the Lord of the Flies, being thoroughly directed by Levi on how to pose and act for the thousands of pictures and videos he intends on taking of you. You allow yourself some creative freedom after some shots, lewdly posing to get a reaction out of him. It works, and he is left a blushing mess desperately trying to grasp onto his camera for dear life. 

Masterlist

#obey me shall we date #obey me! #obey me fanfic #obey me headcanons #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphie #obey me beelzebub #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #lui9040

[smutty-ki113r]

Hiya! I saw your blog and was interested in asking for a romantic matchup! You can involve nsfw if you would like.

My name is Ronan, my nickname is Ro, my most used pronouns are she/her/he/him. My sexuality is demi-sexual meaning I don’t get sexual attractions to people unless I have formed a strong emotional connection with said person. My zodiac is Scorpio (that’s pretty much all I know about that lmao) also my personality is ISTP-T

Starting with my mental trash I have a VERY low self esteem. I never liked the way I look and probably never will. I suffer from chronic depression that’s pretty much taken over my life. I have a very hard time with social cues and can come off as an asshole most of the time and I’m extremely blunt. People tend to think I’m cute since I’m fairly small; I’m a 5’3 Nordic female with thicker thighs. I am absolutely OBSESSED with The Legend of Zelda franchise, it’s been apart of my life for as long as I can remember. I’m pretty musical; I play bass, drums, and sing. I also voice act so that’s really fun. Not gonna lie I say I have a huge ego but really I just hate everyone. Having depression I mostly lock myself in my room and work on my art.

How I look: I have black/brown hair in a boy cut. I have big round hazel eyes, my face is round with slightly chubby cheeks and freckles. I want to get my lip pierced but sadly have not gotten to that yet.. My fashion sense is kinda everywhere but I typically go for the cottage core aesthetic. I love muted nature ish colors, I think they look so pretty. I love to go on long walks and sit alone at my local park. I find being alone outside very calming. When I’m not outside or in my room I’m mostly playing video games with my friends and kicking their ass. Believe it or not I used to do boxing but now I just lift weights and workout some. I have a long history of physical illnesses that really render my body kinda useless so I always try to strengthen myself up however I can. I spent most of my childhood in the hospital due to these illnesses. I have been homeschooled my whole school years but I taught myself German, Japanese, and computer science. I actually have a job around it. I’m terrible at explaining my feelings and asking for help so telling people I love them is a huge chore for me. A lot of the time you can find me alone singing to myself with my eyes closed daydreaming.

I love to read. My friends say I’m really boring but whatever. OH I’ve always wanted to be a DJ. I know its a really weird dream but it just looks so cool. Nobody ever expects the sick quiet girl to want to be a DJ. Speaking of shy I’m a huge introvert if you couldn’t figure that out already. I’m extremely shy, don’t talk to me I’ll run away or you’ll be enveloped in my Zelda talk. I have amazingly crazy music taste (according to my mom) I listen to mostly heavy metal and Corpse Husband.

NSFW: Huge HUGE brat. You want me to do something? Yeah fuck you. I’m a huge sub you can pretty much do anything to me. I have a big daddy kink like please let me call you daddy UGH. Also praise but degrade me at the same time? Please thanks. I’m also a pillow princess. Um um ddlg yes thanks.

I match you with…..💖BEN_DROWNED💖

NSFW bellow~

OK OK I KNOW I KNOW, DON’T @ me for picking Benny boy for you Ro. I just think it’s the right fit. Let me start off with the whole depression thing, BEN relates to locking himself in his room and hyperfixating on something. At least you’ll have a gaming buddy to get you through it. Plus, he’s a very competitive guy. Get him to not cheat and you will have fun for hours. Not to mention you sound a bit like Jeff in the way that you can come off as rude. BEN and Jeff are pretty good friends, so you’ll make a wonderful partner for BEN.

Voice acting? BEN will love that, he’ll try to get you to do different characters from his video games or even anime characters. He loves your chubby cheeks, likes to squish them and make them puckered and then give you kisses. It’s quite adorable. Zelda talk? Yeah you don’t need to worry about him running off about that.

BEN will be obsessed with the cottage core, probably likes those little white flowy dresses. Maybe one day wear those elf ears and surprise him, I think he’d think it’s cute. You should definetly do his makeup, put that holographic glitter on his cheeks and some hair clips in his hair- maybe a skirt if he feels up to it.

BEN is very understanding about your illnesses, in fact he would be super impressed that you even lift weights. And is so so supportive about you wanting to be a DJ. He gets excited and calls over Jeff to show him. He’s not very shy about saying I love you, maybe the first time but after it’s constant affection.

For the smut! He can get rough sometimes, loves the daddy kink. He’s the type to soak all that up like a sponge. Praises you for taking his cock so well but will call you pathetic for making those noises. Probably wants you to wrap your thighs around his head and suck your clit for hours, he likes to feel you cum.

Ok Ok I hope you enjoyed that! I love how you have a big ego and then- low self esteem, sounds like me. I literally hate myself so much and then… holy shit I’m the hottest person alive. I know what depression is like, those thoughts just wrap around your throat and choke the life out of you, and it’s not even fast. It’s every day just heavier and heavier, dragging you down and making you feel horrible. I mostly lock myself in my room too, but writing helps me through it. I love love love your hair, boy cuts are so cool. And get that lip piercing! IT WOULD LOOK AWESOME. I love that you’re talented in music, I wish I was musically inclined. Scorpios are so cool, like I said, my best friend is one and so I LOVE YOU GUYS.

I am so incredibly proud of you, homeschool and then the illness stuff must be so hard but you are so strong for going through it. You don’t deserve it but sometimes life works that way. It’s ok to be shy and introverted. For the record, I think you would make an awesome DJ. DO it, I believe in you, so should you. I mean we all have our passions, work hard enough and I promise you’ll get there. I used to write a lot about my feelings and nobody ever read it, but I continued and look where I am now! Im so proud of myself for having this account, and you for being ALIVE. Thats all you need to do, you don’t need to be cool, or popular or skinny to be an amazing person.

Ro, I swear you are an awesome person. I can clearly see it, and I promise one day you’ll look in the mirror and think the same. If your friends say you’re boring they aren’t your friends. They sort of suck because reading is so cool. Without readers I couldn’t be a writer now could I? I believe in you. I know you can do it. Lifting weights is so badass I couldn’t even- I can barely do 5 pound weights man. Ya know I believe that the people who go through the most pain and sadness are the ones who will be the happiest in the end. The universe has to give us back what we lost, there is balance in everything and pain is only temporary. Everything is temporary. So I promise it’ll be ok man, and hey, you’re valid. I see you ro, and I know that you’ll make great places someday.

#ben drowned #creepypasta #ben drowned x y/n #ben drowned creepypasta #Ben drowned x you #📯 #♠️

[minsimagines]

green malice | chapter 6

Summary: Y/N is an avenger, and she can’t stand Steve Rogers. A powerful mage, able to conjure green deadly mists to use as she wishes. The public is horrified by her, so her private life is hidden by the name they gave her: The Green Malice.

Follow her as she tries to fulfill her destiny; to find both her place in the world and maybe love on the way there.

Characters: Y/N  Y/LN / Green Malice. Steve Rogers. The Avengers. Warnings: Swear words, remembering past, make out sesh, nothing bad?? Words: 2.2k A/N: gifs and images are not mine, credit to owners!! Sorry this took forever to post, I’ve been super busy:( promise next one won’t take as long!!

Parts: MASTERLIST  |  last -  next

When a month in the cabin had passed, you were growing accustomed to talking to Steve in the way he says was normal for people.

You still weren’t so sure, it felt awfully boring to bother someone with whatever fell into your head, but you did. And it was slowly getting easier.

“Steve, I’ve been thinking about something,” you said quietly, your eyes glued on the view from your bedroom balcony.

“What?” He asked, his eyes closed, leaning against the wall, enjoying the warm sun. Summer was close.

“You can sleep up here, with me, if… if you want,” you stated, head tilted, still looking out.

“Do you want that?”

“Yes, I think I do.”

“I’d love to,” he said, and you could hear the smile on his face.

Another slow afternoon was over, and Steve was urging you outside to train. You blew a raspberry and followed him. You had gotten better, according to him – though you weren’t so sure. You hadn’t beaten him, and you doubted you ever would. You were no Natasha.

“I really don’t think this is for me,” you complain as you warmed up. Steve could jog for hours if he wanted – you on the other hand… not so much. You were trained, HYDRA had trained you in both physical combat and endurance, as well as many other things, but you weren’t a super soldier.

“You’re doing great,” he said, with a smile. Who smiled during a workout? Ugh.

“You’re just saying that. I couldn’t beat you even if I trained for 40 years.”

“Sure you could,” he chuckled, stepping closer to you. You, already covered in a thin layer of sweat, rolled your eyes.

“Steve… you’re literally made of steel. Like, I’m almost a hundred percent- Aack!”

He cut you off by charging for you, fists first. You managed to duck, but he kept coming. You cussed in Russian as you tried blocking him, but he was so damned fast, and you hadn’t been at all prepared.

Steve slammed you into the ground, though not hard enough to really hurt you. His hand on your chest, right below your neck.

“You… asshole,” you muttered between heavy breaths.

“Again,” he said, holding out his hand for you to take. Glaring at him, you took it, and he pulled you up like you weighed nothing.

You fought, over and over, with same outcome. It felt pointless, though you could tell your body was liking the exercise, so you kept at it.

The grass below you was being torn out, and there was mud covering the ground. Your foot slipped and you yelped, grabbing onto Steve’s shoulders. He grabbed your waist, pulling you up, straight into his body. You came face to face with him, his breath fanning your face.

Swallowing, you looked up at him, completely caught off guard. He looked down at you, his strong arm holding you impossibly close, one hand on your waist.

You felt warmth spread across your face, both loving the feeling of him so close to your body, but also petrified of being so exposed. To you, it was dangerous for him to know you felt completely at his mercy. Something deep within your mind didn’t want to let him know you felt so weak around him – while still wanting to give him your all. To let him take your heart, because you knew he would protect it.

That was difficult.

But you could live with difficult.

Tipping your head back, your lips softly pressed against his. The feeling of his body reacting to yours, the way it relaxed against yours, had you feeling powerful again. Reminded of how you weren’t the only on who was weak for the other.

Your fingers traveled up into his hair, and his arms wound around you, afraid to let you go. Afraid you’d disappear – and you could understand why. You hadn’t been the most trust-worthy of characters.

A soft smile spread on your lips, still pressed against his. Who would have thought you of all people, walking poison, would have a weakness?

The public sure would have trouble believing it.

You had asked Steve several times during your time at the cabin, if his name was ruined. He said people could think what they wanted, he wanted to do what he believed was right. He, along with you, was also on the run. The board had found out it was him who took you, considering he was gone at the same time. And they hadn’t been to kind.

Whatever happened, it was you both against the world. Together.

Pulling back slightly, you peered up at him. His nose nudged against you, a stupid smile on his face.

Was this happiness?

“I’m sweaty,” you muttered, and he nodded his head.

“Yes, you are,” he chuckled, earning a hit to the shoulder.

“Let’s swim,” you suggest, looking towards the lake before prying his arms off you – which wasn’t as easy as it sounds.

On your way down to the water, you pulled your t-shirt off, followed by your training pants and shoes. Turning to look at him, you were surprised to find him right behind you, already in his boxers.

Grinning at him you turned towards the water.

“Do you think it’s cold?” I wondered, about to stick my toes in.

“I think we should find out,” he said, and you were about to turn around and look at him, when his arms grabbed your body and lifted it up, his feet stepping into the water.

“Steve!” You yelled, a laugh escaping your lips.

“It’s not that bad,” he said, stopping. You glanced down at the dark water.

“Your turn,” he teased, pretending to drop you. You gasped and hit his shoulder, laughing nervously. You clung to him, wiggling your toes in anticipation.

“Relax, I got you,” he murmured, and took a few steps further out, until you felt water under your butt. It was on the cold side, but it wasn’t that bad.

“Oh, thank god,” you chuckled as he eased you both down into the water. It felt amazing after your training. When under, you pushed out of his hold and swam backwards, letting your body float in the water. You felt free.

“See, told you it wasn’t bad,” he mumbled, and you looked up. He was right by you and you narrowed your eyes slightly. Flicking your finger at the water, a few droplets splashed him in the face. He closed his eyes to not get any water in them, before looking at you, his eyes darker. You let out a hesitant laugh through your nose, waiting for his reaction.

His hands found your hips and pulled you against him once again. You felt your smile spread, grinning playfully. Your arms lazily wrapped around his shoulders, and he guided your legs around his torso.

You bit your lip, waiting for his next move. The dark look in his eyes was still there.

His hands dragged you under water for a second, before pulling you up again, holding you close to him. You gasped and hit his shoulder again. He laughed at you as you pushed your hair out of your eyes. You tried glaring at him, though the smile on your lips had him laughing harder.

You liked his laugh. It was a sweet melody, and his face was beautiful when he did so. It was contagious and you wanted to laugh. So, you did.

 --

 “I’m going into town,” Steve called from inside the bedroom. You hummed a reply from the balcony, your head resting back against the wall. “You want to come?”

“No, I’m good,” you muttered, a small smile on your face.

“Right, I’ll be back in a few hours then,” he said, poking his head out of the bedroom to look at you. You gave him a short nod of your head, your eyes not leaving the sunset.

You sat there, a book opened in your lap, your gaze fixed on the wonderful orange. You could hear Steve start the car and drive off. There was this uneasy feeling in your chest each time he drove off somewhere, even if he came back every time. You couldn’t really tell what it was you were afraid of – if it was fear you were feeling, you just knew it made you feel uneasy.

And boy, were you right to feel that way.

Not even a few minutes had passed since Steve left you, the sun had set, and you knew something was wrong. You could sense it, as if the air around you turned colder. Your body tensed as your eyes glanced over the grounds around the cabin. The tall trees and the bushes.

There was an ominous feeling in your chest.

You were being watched.

Engulfing the whole balcony in green mist, you crawled inside the bedroom as fast as you could, your heart beating out of your chest. Taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you eased yourself from the floor. You had always been quite agile and though it had been a while since you trained for it – it kicked in as if it was second nature. You eased your body out of the room, your breathing even, your heart slowly calming. Sight never worked in these situations – if someone didn’t want to be seen, they wouldn’t be seen. All your other senses peaked.

At the top of the stairs, your back pressed against the wall, you let your mist flow down into the living room, engulfing the whole floor in green. You stood patiently, waiting, listening. If there were someone inside, they would fall to the floor right away, or at least begin coughing violently. Maybe even scream.

But there was nothing.

So, no one was inside. Looking back down the hall to your room, making sure no one had followed inside from your balcony, you slowly moved down the stairs without a sound. Your heart had calmed completely. You had forgotten how calm you could stay in dangerous situations and frankly, had you had time to think about anything beyond your safety at that moment, you would have been afraid of yourself. It felt like it had been such a long time since you could render yourself so cold.

Peeking around the wall, you let most of the mist stay around the room, camouflaging yourself within it. Whoever was out there knew about you, there was no point not using your powers. You didn’t know who it could be, though the Government was the first thing to pop into your mind – however, why wait until Steve was gone if you were both runaways?

There was another option, though your whole body shuddered at the thought. Anyone who believed you could actually destroy HYDRA was a fool. The name says it all; take one head, two more grows. You were certain they were alive and well. Sadly.

Though, no matter how sure you were HYDRA was still out there, that was something you didn’t want to even think about. Over the last few weeks, you had grown attached to freedom, you had grown afraid of captivity. You had grown afraid of the dark – it wasn’t your friend anymore.

So, naturally, the thought of HYDRA hiding in the bushes outside of your home was both terrifying and confusing. These thoughts were swirling around your head so loudly, you barely caught the sound of one of the floorboards by the door creaking.

Your body braced itself, smoke formed sharp sparks of poison in your palms, your wide gaze not moving from the direction of the door. You somehow just knew you were looking right at someone, and you had an awful feeling they were looking right at you too. Inside. In the middle of your poisonous gas.

A cold shiver ran through your body when you realized there was someone else who could withstand your mist. If it wasn’t Steve, then the group of people that could withstand your mist was slimmer – but not nonexistent.

There were a few. All super soldiers.

And just as you though of his face, Alexander stepped through the mist, the same nasty smile on his face he always bore.

Your bottom lip trembled upon seeing him, your whole body went cold. His face was one you had hoped you’d never see again.

“Now, don’t be too happy to see me, Y/N,” he said in russian, his hand resting on a machine gun hanging over his chest.

Fuck.

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[incorrectotaku]

Retribution.

Summary: In which you, the reader, landed in thirsttok and is discovered by him. He, as in whichever man you are currently simping for. 

Author’s Note: idk how I ended up seeing that man grinding the air’s life away. But it made me want to apologize to all my ancestors for being the current manifestation of the bloodline. I have disappointed them all. But, I might as well go further and write a fic lol. This is absolute trash, written with the pure intent to put a smile on someone’s face. Also idk how to write about the actual process of doing the deed so I left it to your imagination. 

Also warning, this has not been proofread cuz i don’t want to die of cringe a second time. so. proceed with caution. 

Also tell me who the “he” is!!! hehe

Thanks for reading ❤️

The gasp left your lips before your hands could muffle the sound. A small gurgle of shock— no excitement —followed. Hidden beneath your trembling fingers was a crazed smile that fought to break out. As much as you wanted to squeal out the bubbling feeling in your chest, you had to squash it. You had to. Or else you would be exposed.

You were wasting the day away with the mind numbing entertainment of tiktok videos before landing on the gem that caused all your tingling anguish. In all its alluring glory, a man with platinum blonde hair rolled his hips with the same lust as the music that blared in your headphones. You couldn’t help it. Watching with the comment section pulled up to save some inkling of innocence. Yet, you knew deep down that your name was long crossed out from the invite list to heaven.

As the dilemma of a hell fated demise complimented the rolling of the man’s hips, another issue reared its cruel face in the form of a masculine hand that swooped from above to snatch away your phone. It was so quick you had no chance to hide the evidence. It was as if god reached down from above to finally give you the punishment that you acquired through the years of existence. However, the notion was quickly wiped away as a delusional dream as you stared up at the face that was grinning with arrows of fire shooting out of his eyes.

‘Ooo.’ You thought sarcastically. This was the end.

“I-“ But you were cut off by the smile growing maniacally wider as the he watched the video loop over and over again.

“So. This is what you watch in your free time?” His voice traced down your spine menacingly, as if it was a declaration of your imminent doom. You flipped around to sit properly on the couch, now serving as your seat of judgement, with your cheeks warming from dread, fear, and a dash of mortification. The words that continued from him trailed away as your inner monologue of despair began. You reached the point of internally screaming to the gods when you were jerked out of your lamentations forcibly. Your eyes focused on the handsome face you called your boyfriend, finally allowing acceptance to displace the fear as you saw the burning pits of fire in those beautiful eyes.

“Hmm… so you also like to ignore me too?” Then his smile was replaced with a mock pout. “Maybe I’m not fulfilling my duties as your boyfriend properly. I’m sorry b a b e, let me redeem myself. ‘Kay?”

That high-pitched “‘Kay?��� was the final nail to your metaphorical coffin as your phone was thrown so far it landed back at its maker’s backyard. You were picked up like a sack of rice, flipped and swung over his shoulders with such ease you wondered if you needed to continue your workouts.

“My lord?” You said with a weak chuckle.

“Yes?”

“What shall be my punishment?” You wondered, eyes watching the couch growing further away.

When you heard that chuckle, your stomach fluttered. You just weren’t sure if it was from endearment or the lunch you had making its mark on your stomach lining.

“What do you mean punishment? I’m only trying to fix my errors and give you what you desire.”

“And what do I desire?” You were almost fearful to ask, as you knew exactly what this was leading to.

If you could see the dark grin on his face, you would have began writing your last will and testament. The day was long, but the night was longer.

—

“Please.” You cried, eyes so unfocused you saw waves instead of his face. It had been hours of him “doing his duty” and “learning from that tiktok video you were drooling at”. If you thought that man’s hips rolled like the hills, the man above you now was setting a whole new standard, and you were the model for his success as your cries rung out through the day—into night.

“Hmm?” His voice full of mirth and satisfaction. “Is it not enough, my love?” His words punctuated with another drawn out roll of his hips, coaxing out a trembling whimper from your lips. The hands that gripped limply at his shoulders fell to your mouth, attempting to muffle the slew of groans from escaping you.

“Nuh uh.” His hands securing your arms by your side, safely away from your mouth. “If my job is to make you feel good, then your job is to charm me with your beautiful cries.”

And with that statement, the night continued along, seemingly never-ending.

—

His hands rubbed soothing circles at the base of your spine, a satisfied smile keeping him from seeming even remotely apologetic at rendering you a soulless shell. You felt your life wisp away with every breathless pant, internally swearing away all technology to live a life of an ascetic monk.

“And they say jealous girls are scary.” You mumbled. “They haven’t met you.”

He laughed, his fingers gently massaging up and down your spine. “What do you mean? I was just trying to satisfy my girlfriend.”

“I’m dead. My will is that I leave all to Spoofles and you only get nothing.”

He laughed even harder, the vibrations traveling down to his hands. It shook your next words. “Stop laughing!” You huffed. “I’m very mad right now.” You found the strength to kick at the hands rubbing the soreness away. “No touching for an indefinite amount of time.”

“Please have mercy.” He chuckled, placing a kiss at your cheeks with every word. “I will simply die if I can’t touch you.”

“Then go die.”

“How about we call it even?”

You made a disgusted face. “You scammer! They’re not even remotely the same!”

“How about I deliver you boba for a week?”

You hummed. “Okay now you’re talking my speed… but.. two weeks.” You displayed to fingers, to which he pushed one down. “One and I do the chores for that week.”

“Okay fine.”

“So can I touch you?”

“Permission granted.”

“AAHH WTF!”

When permission is given to a man sick with love, it always leads to the grievances of the receiver. 

Best wishes reader.

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[moonlightandlilacs]

A Little Puppet Dance - Ch. 2

A The Cabin in the Woods fanfiction.

Ch. 1 / Also on AO3

Dana and Marty are apart, but they're determined to find each other again. The zombies in the way are in for a surprise if they think the humans are going to be stopped.

OooOooOooOooO (After the Window: Dana)

Dana watched from her position on the floor, frozen in fear and shock, as her friend was hauled out the window.  She could hear him screaming outside, and there were some loud thuds, but still she couldn’t bring herself to move.  Images of the horrible monster that had been beyond the front door when she had opened it were fresh in her mind, and the phantom weight of Jules’s head in her hands nearly brought her to tears.  Moving just seemed like a route to more pieces of her soul being carved away as she watched her friends die at the hands of creatures that shouldn’t even exist in the real world.  It was the sound of her name echoing through the woods that finally broke her free of her terror-induced trance, and she quickly lunged to her feet.

“Marty!” She called, as though he would come popping back through yelling “sike!”  Of course, there was no response, and she geared herself up.  “This is incredibly dumb,” she mumbled in admonition, but there was way around it; she had to try to save Marty.  Looking around the room for an acceptable weapon, her eyes lit upon Marty’s heavy-duty travel mug.  Or rather, Marty’s extra-heavy-duty bong masquerading as a travel mug.

“Good enough,” she asserted, and she quickly snatched it up and hooked it to her belt.  Another glance out the shattered window into the abyss made her hesitate, but she gave herself a firm shake.  “This isn’t going to get any less dumb by talking to yourself, Dana.  Time to go.”  And with that, she backed up and then leapt out the window, hitting the ground and rolling forward with the impact before standing.

The yelling had stopped, and there was no blood trail to follow (she reminded herself to be deeply grateful for that, even if it made things harder now), so she wasn’t really sure where to go.  It was too dark to be sure, but she thought there might be a drag trail in the dirt and leaves.  Since she had no better clues to go on, she started off in that direction at a careful walk, eyes flicking rapidly between the faint trail and the trees around her.  Each step, she expected another zombie to come leaping out of the darkness at her, but there was too much at stake for Dana to let that stop her.

“Marty, you fucking better be alive when I find you.”  As if in answer, the ground abruptly rolled under her feet, throwing her to the ground in a heap of twisted limbs and swearing.  Her ankle throbbed in protest at the abuse, but she forced herself to her feet.  As she limped on, she noticed a mist beginning to rise, seemingly out of nowhere.  She slowed even further to listen, and she quickly identified a hissing noise, one that she remembered from those terrifying and confusing moments in Marty’s room.

‘Gas,’ she thought to herself.  ‘They’re still watching you, whoever they are.’  Thinking quickly, she stumbled to a halt as though affected, holding her breath as surreptitiously as possible, until she allowed herself to collapse.  She fell, landing as far away from the gas spouts as she could manage.  She pressed her face into the moss and breathed shallowly, using it to filter her air until she eventually heard the hissing stop.  ‘Bingo.’

Opting for caution, she waited a few more minutes before she got up, hoping against hope that the mysterious they had stopped watching her.  When the gas didn’t start up again, she headed off.  She had lost the faint trail, but she was more sure than ever that she was on the right track.  “Hold on, Marty.  I’m coming.”

OooOooOooOooO (After the Window: Marty)

Marty was not having a good day.  He’d been repeatedly dismissed in his theories, despite the fact that most of them had turned out to be relevant, which he would be more smug about if things weren’t going to shit quite so quickly.   His friend had been decapitated, and now there was some weird conspiracy with cameras, knockout gas, and subliminal messaging.  Oh, yeah, and he was being kidnapped by a zombie.  Not his best day ever.

As he managed to get his feet outside the window, he turned to run, only to smash to the ground again as he caught his foot on a root.  Before he could stand, or do anything besides grunt, the zombie had him by the ankles and was dragging him away.  No amount of shouting seemed to deter the brute, and his squirming and grasping at the dirt was no more effective.

In a last ditch effort as he lost sight of the cabin, he screamed for the friend he had left behind in his room, both hoping that she would come to rescue him and praying that she stayed safe and away.  He believed for a moment that he heard her cry his name in return, but he shoved that idea away as wishful thinking.  Instead, curses bubbled freely to his lips, at his captor, at whoever was behind the scenes controlling this horror show, and at himself for not paying enough attention.  ‘I knew I should have barricaded that window when I had the chance,’ he berated himself as he growled out a particularly vicious swear.

As he began to run out of air and creativity, he felt the ground slope down, and it broke him free of his thoughts.  The moment screamed ‘Last Chance’ like a neon sign on the side of the highway, and Marty didn’t intend to let it pass him by.  In a maneuver that Curt would have been proud of, he used his arms and abs to flip himself over, wrenching his legs out of the zombie’s hold in the process and knocking the creature over.  Without giving himself time to think and second guess, he seized the trowel from the ground and drove it hilt deep into the beast’s chest, releasing a spurt of blood.  He had hardly started to relax when the monster opened its eyes and began to thrash again, so Marty pulled the weapon out and drove it in again, over and over.

His numerous review sessions with Jules for her pre-med classes all flashed through his mind as he attempted to render the disturbing creature harmless.  Placement of vital organs, the amount of blood a human could lose without dying, the way to dearticulate joints: it all buzzed in his brain on autopilot.  His arms grew tired, but fear and adrenaline kept him moving long after he would have given up on a typical workout.  He could practically hear Curt urging him on, one more set, just another rep or two, from the times he had accompanied his friend to the gym.  These memories of his friends gave him the strength to keep cutting and slashing and stabbing, though his stomach wanted to rebel at the mess and the squelching noises that accompanied it.

By the time he stopped, the living corpse had been reduced to a twitching pile of viscera with only a few largely intact pieces to show what it had looked like before.  The head was making horrifying gasping sounds, but Marty couldn’t bring himself to find out what it would take to make it stop.  He sat, panting, for a few minutes before he could focus on anything other than catching his breath and triumphing over the urge to vomit.  One of the zombie’s hands was twitching itself toward his knee, but he just brushed it aside absentmindedly, quickly reaching his threshold for shock and disgust.   Besides, he had bigger worries as he climbed wearily to his feet and scrambled out of the hole he found himself in: “Dana!”

OooOooOooOooO (After the Gas: Dana)

Dana still wasn’t sure just what the hell was going on, but she did know that she needed to get to Marty.  They were in this together, and she wasn’t just going to abandon him without a fight.  She was pretty sure she had ditched whoever had been watching, since the gas hadn’t started up again or anything, but she had no way of knowing for sure.  That freaked her out almost as much as the idea that someone was watching and controlling them all in the first place.  She felt like Marty as conspiracy theories and questions ricocheted through her head with no solid answers to be found.

She was so lost in her own thoughts that she almost didn’t notice the groaning noise at first.  When it registered, she spun around, expecting to see Marty on the ground somewhere, injured and in terrible pain.  No such sight met her eyes, however, and her alarm nearly settled before the sound came again.  Her fear spiked sharply, and she quickly freed the bong from her belt.  Gripping it tightly, she began sneaking toward the moans with extreme caution.  As she made her way around a tree, a saw buried itself in the wood just in front of her nose, and Dana let out a loud scream.  She scrambled backward and nearly dropped the bong in her shock.

The redhead whipped her head around, searching frantically in the darkness for the source of this attack.  A slight glow out of the corner of her eye attracted her attention, and she turned to face her foe.  The light, she discovered queasily, emitted from the stomach of a zombie, and she was reminded again of the words she had read what seemed like ages ago.  ‘Cut her belly and stuffed the coals in…’ oh, God.  It really is the family from the diary.  The Buckners, like that creepy old man at the gas station talked about.’

As Dana reached this conclusion, the creature in question finally managed to free its saw from the tree, and it advanced again.  The young woman fumbled for a moment in terror before she remembered her own weapon, still clenched in her fist.  With a snap of her wrist, she extended the bong to its full length and brought it up in time to counter a swing of the zombified mother’s  rusty tool.  Dana levered down, forcing the saw toward the ground, and then she twisted and lunged forward, striking her foe in the neck with as much force as she could muster.  Mama Buckner crashed to the ground with a hiss, but it didn’t seem much inconvenienced as it started to rise.

Before the beast could stand fully again, Dana cocked the bong back like a bat and took a hefty swing.  Her old days on the softball team carried her through, and with a disturbing crack, Mama’s head went flying.  In spite of Dana’s expectations, however, the body didn’t stop moving.

“Well, fuck.  I guess not all of the horror movie rules apply, huh?”  With that quip, she swept the bong under the zombie’s feet, knocking it over once more.  The saw fell from its fingers, and Dana quickly kicked it behind her and out of reach.  The monster, meanwhile, had gotten onto its hands and knees and was crawling toward its severed head.  With a quick thought of thanks to Marty and his ingenuity in creating his disguisable paraphernalia, Dana brought the sturdy thing down on Mama’s back, flattening it and drawing a groan.

Hope flared in her briefly, but then the creature began to move once more in the direction of its missing limb.  She prepared to hit it again, but she was stopped as a voice rang through the trees.

“Dana!”

Relief surged through her at the sound of Marty’s voice, and her battle with the zombie was quickly forgotten as she sprinted in the direction of the call, noting passively that it was back the way she had come.  “Marty!”

As she dodged around a tree, she looked up just in time to see her friend before she catapulted into him and sent them both tumbling back into the hole he had just climbed out of.

OooOooOooOooO (Reunited)

Marty let out a groan as they hit the ground, his arms instinctively wrapping around her.  The bong clattered out of Dana’s hand, and it bounced to a halt with a wooden thump that stirred something in Marty’s mind.  But most of his attention was on his friend, who was somehow here and safe and...digging her bony elbow into his gut.  He groaned again, and she looked up, or down, maybe, at him.

“Marty!”

“Hi.”

“You’re okay!  I mean, are you hurt?  I was so worried!”  She scanned him for injuries as best she could, hampered by the fact that most of his body was covered by hers.

“Dana,” he managed.

“Yes?”

“Can’t breathe.”

“Oh, what’s wrong?  Did you get strangled or punched or cut or something?”  At this, he huffed out a laugh.

“You’re laying on my lungs.”

“Oh, shit, I’m so sorry.”  She quickly slid off of him, blushing both at her mistake and the implications of their position that she was just recognizing.  Marty waved off her apologies as he hauled himself into a sitting position, and they both took a moment to look each other over, verifying that the other was largely unhurt.

“What are you doing here?” Marty asked once he was certain she was alright.

“I wasn’t just going to let you get-” she choked on the word ‘killed’ and opted for something easier “-taken.”  As uneasy as she was, she still found space to be indignant at the thought that she would abandon him like that.  “I had to try to help.”

He nodded slowly at this and reached forward to brush a chunk of moss off of her cheek before standing.  She smiled shyly up at him as he offered her a hand and hauled her to her feet.

“But it looks like you had it handled.  How did you get away?”  Just then, she felt a touch on the top of her foot, and looked down to see a disembodied hand crawling on her; she let out a scream and staggered back.  A hollow sound echoed under her shoes, and she looked around in confusion as Marty caught her arm.

“It’s okay.  It can’t hurt you.”  He steadied her.  “Sorry about that.  That’s… uh… that’s how I got away.”  His gesture encompassed the corner of the small space, and through the gloom, she saw the mess that had once been a zombie.

“Oh.  Good work.”  She grimaced.  “You did better than I did; I could barely get the head off mine.”

Marty froze, and his grip on her arms tightened fractionally.

“Yours?  Wait, what happened to you?”

“Well, once I got away from the gas,” at his look, she backtracked, “I think whoever’s fucking with us was still watching me when I went to find you, and they tried to gas me again.  Thanks to you, I noticed, so I did what I thought you would do and kinda… played possum until it stopped.  It made me lose the drag trail, though, and I guess I went the wrong way after that.  I heard noises that I thought were you, but it was another zombie.  I think it was Mama Buckner from the diary; she had coals in her stomach.” Marty’s face scrunched at that, and then he seemed to get lost in thought as he considered the implications of that.  “Anyway, I had your bong with me, and I used that to knock her head off, but she wouldn’t stop.  I kept hitting her, but it didn’t seem to do much, and then I heard you calling, and well, here we are.”

Marty bent to pick up the weapon in question, and as he did, he noticed an odd pattern on the ground.  It reminded him of the familiar sounds the floor had made, and he rapped his knuckles on it.  Again, it sounded back hollow, and he motioned Dana back.  After a moment’s inspection, he spotted a ring set into the wood, and as he pulled, he discovered what looked like a storm cellar.

“Curiouser and curiouser, said Alice,” Dana mumbled beside him as they both stared down into the abyss.

#The Cabin in the Woods #A Little Puppet Dance #My writing #Blood #Horror #Zombies #Marty Mikalski #Dana Polk #Marty/Dana #I'd end the world to let you live just a few minutes longer

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WTF is Cats About?

ralbert and cats the musical :)

warnings: none, cept cats the musical (if ur a cats stan, i swear im not making fun of it,,,,just,,,,,cats)

ship: ralbert

word count: 1577

editing: no lmao...CATS

-

Albert likes to think he’s gotten used to all of Race’s funny quirks and little habits.  He’d long since given up on getting him to stop biting his nails and the whole twirling his hair while he relaxes thing is pretty endearing.  But there are some things that still surprise him.  

Like his utterly amazing habit of withholding big life changes until they’re glaringly important and then announcing them as if he’s commenting on the weather.

Which is why Albert basically spits his tea all over his laptop one morning when Race announces he’s been cast in the fucking Broadway revival of Cats.

Fucking Cats.

Albert doesn’t even know what Cats is about.  Not that he’s ever really had the desire to know.  The whole show is a little too...furry for him.

It had been a mild Sunday morning up until then.  The sky was clear and blue and the sun rays hit just right on their bed, waking them up, but not disturbing them.  They’d lounged around for a few hours, switching between lazy morning cuddles and tiredly making out.  Life since moving to the City together had been exhilarating.  The freedom they’d once yearned for so heavily was finally at their fingertips, lending them the time to focus on their dreams and basking in the post college glow of their early adulthood.

Race worked at the local pizza joint when he wasn’t auditioning for whatever he could find casting calls for (which apparently included fucking Cats the fucking musical).  It was a good gig for him; it kept him busy and entertained.  Something Albert struggled to do single-handedly.

Albert on the other hand worked at a dingy mechanics shop a few blocks away, fixing up old cars on the side while working his way through the prestigious culinary grad program he’d somehow managed to get into.  All in all, they were doing well for themselves as 24 year olds living alone in New York City.

Somehow, they’d managed to drag themselves out of bed and into the kitchen, where Albert fixed them a modest breakfast of omelettes before docking at the counter to sort through some emails.  

Race was sitting next to him, absentmindedly petting Chips, their orange tabby, when he states, “I got cast in the Broadway revival of Cats.”

Albert pauses mid-type, glancing up at his boyfriend, who’s still intently looking at Chips, running his hand down the length of his back, “You what!?”

Race takes a deep breath, then repeats, “I got cast in the Broadway revival of Cats.”

Albert’s been rendered speechless by Race plenty of times in his 6+ years of knowing him.  But he’s never felt quite as...dumbfounded before.

“You got cast...in Cats?” He asks slowly, before shaking his head and backing up, “Wait, no, hang on, hang on...you auditioned for fucking Cats?”

Race ducks his head, a blush forming under his collar and around his ears, “Uh, yeah, I meant to mention it...but it never came up?”

Albert blinks again, “Who- what- what even is Cats?”

Race goes to answer, then closes his mouth hastily, “I don’t...actually really know…”

“How don’t you know?  You’re in the damn show!”

“I was only just cast!  I don’t know it that well yet!”

Albert makes a choked noise, “Okay, but you should at least know what the fuck the show is about if you went through a damn audition process- wait, when was this even happening? What- I’m so confused right now...my fucking boyfriend got cast in a Broadway musical- FUCKING CATS- and I didn’t even know he was auditioning.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you!” Race says, looking alarmed at Albert’s impending Cats- induced mental breakdown.  Chips gives an annoyed meow at the lack of attention being bestowed onto her and leaps off the counter, trotting away to find Queso, their golden doodle.

“I mean, you’re not entitled to tell me everything about your life, just...wow, I mean, this is big,” Albert scrubs a hand down his face, “I didn’t do anything to make you feel like you couldn’t share this with me, did I?”

Race’s face softens, “No, of course not, Albie,” he sighs, reaching across the table and linking their hands together, “I just got caught up in everything...sometimes things just feel so busy and overwhelming and I like to process it alone before letting other people in on it.”

Albert squeezes his hand, “That’s understandable,” he smiles, bending down to kiss his knuckles, “And congrats! I’m so proud of you! I mean, fucking Broadway...my boyfriend’s gonna be on Broadway.”

Race beams, “Thanks.”

“We have to celebrate,” Albert concludes, “I’m calling Spot and the others.  You better not have work tonight, ‘cause we’re going out for drinks.”

Race shakes his head, bemused, as Albert pulls out his phone to text their group chat.  

“Fucking Cats…” Albert murmurs as he sends the text, “Fuckin’....Cats.”

XXX

“Can you say that your bite is worse than your bark?  Are you cock of the walk when you’re walking alone?  Because jellicles are and jellicles do, jellicles do and jellicles would, jellicles would and…”

Albert freezes in the doorway to their apartment, slowly closing the door behind him as he strains his ears.  He follows the sound of the weirdly tempoed music to the kitchen, where Race is bopping around by the microwave, reheating last night’s dinner of chicken curry.

“Hey,” Albert calls, setting the groceries on the counter.

Race glances over, flashing Albert a smile and turning down the music a few notches.

“Hey, yourself,” he says, pulling his bowl out of the microwave and stirring it a bit with a fork to cool it down.

Albert crosses to him, pecking him on the lips quickly and grabbing a glass for water.

“Jellicles can and jellicles do, jellicles can and jellicles do…”

Albert wrinkles his nose, “the fuck even is a jellicle?”

Race shrugs, shoveling a forkful of curry into his mouth, “Dunno, some type of cat?  Google it.”

Albert hums, “So this is Cats then?  Interesting music.”

“I know, it’s kinda weird,” Race says, perching at the counter, “But it grows on you.  Rehearsal started today, so…”

“Yeah, you mentioned that,” Albert places his glass in the sink and leans against the counter, “How’d it go?”

“Pretty well, I made a few friends,” Race says, “Jojo’s in it.”

Albert smiles, “No kidding! That’s crazy.”

“Right?  I didn’t even know he was auditioning!”

“Seems to be the trend with this show.”

“I get it, I get it,” Race rolls his eyes, looking a little guilty.

“Jellicle songs for jellicle cats, jellicle songs for jellicle cats, jellicle songs for jellicle…”

“If they say ‘jellicle’ one more time I’m going to shoot myself,” Albert growls.

Race whips his head up, eyes slightly wide, “Oh, honey, you are not going to make it through this one…”

“Fantastic.”

XXX

“Hey, Race, have you seen my- WHAT THE FUCK!”

Race turns away from the bathroom mirror, fixing Albert with an innocent look.

“Have I seen your what?” He asks.

“No,” Albert says, pointing a finger, “First answer what the FUCK happened to your face.”

Race turns back to the mirror, dabbing some more orange cream foundation around his eyes.  Disturbingly, Albert notes that his makeup design looks very similar to Chips.

“Gotta do our own makeup for the show,” Race answers, padding a generous amount of setting powder around his face, “I’m practising.”

“Right…” Albert rakes his eyes over Race’s features.  So far, the makeup only spans on his face and down his neck a little, “What else does your costume entail exactly?”

Race grins wickedly and Albert swallows.  

“Oh, you’ll see.”

XXX

“Do you like my tail?”

Albert slowly closes his book, praying for strength as he looks up.  Race is standing by the doorway, rehearsal bag dropped at his feet.  His face is smudged- like he tried and failed to clean off all the layers of his meticulous cat makeup.  He’s dressed normally in adidas workout pants and a random t-shirt from a color run they did years back.  Protruding (Albert doesn’t wanna know how, but alas) from his backside is an orange tabby cat tail.

“Did you choose to be the same kind of cat as Chips?  Or was it some sort of creepy coincidence,” Albert deadpans, refusing to look at the tail longer than he has to and keeping his eyes fixed on Race’s face.

Race’s smile drops a fraction of an inch, “Wait, it’s weird that I chose to be her breed?”

Albert groans and picks back up his book.

XXX

“Congratulations!” 

Albert is met with a faceful of Race’s blond curls as the cast comes swarming out of the stagedoor.  He smells like makeup remover and sweat, but Albert doesn’t care as he kisses him, pride swelling in his chest.  

He doesn’t think he’ll ever get over the exhilarating feeling of seeing Race shine onstage.

“Thanks!” Race looks high on adrenaline and Albert never wants that light to leave his eyes, “What did you think?”

“You were so good!  Everyone was!  And the music was all better than I first thought it would be,” Albert said, playfully swaying them back and forth where they stood, keeping his arms wrapped tightly around Race, “Just one question.”

Race cocks his head, “what’s up?”

“What the fuck is Cats about?”

Race tips his head back and laughs, “I still have no fucking clue.”

-

the word ‘cats’ doesn’t even sound real anymore and i think that’s fitting

thanks for reading, chiefs

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Fix over fitness

Fitness fads are at an all-time high these days and practically every newspaper, invariably carries articles, tips and Gyan on fitness. I doubt if it is the synergy of such pressure around me, which somehow subconsciously drove me to join a gym recently. Though I am not to the fatter side, I realized that there was a total lack of physical activity in my life and impulsively hit the gym and enrolled myself. Little did I realize the implications it would have on the other aspects of my life.

I am left with no choice but to visit the gym, only at prime time. The crowd factor alone is enough to demotivate me. To top it, the stereo plays music on full blast, so much so, that at times I am unable to listen to the gym instructions. Though the cardio workouts render me active, the toning ones are quite demanding. Each part that is toned, sulks by throwing up an ugly ache at the end of the day. Sadly this lasts for at least two days. And on such days, the swear slang phrase used, "pain in the **", would mold itself into "pain in the particular part that aches"! With this new fitness schedule of mine, I seem to have started to shuttle over a paradox. When I stretch myself at the gym, beyond my capability, I curse myself and swear to cut down on junk food.....Read more

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