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jinkicake · 2 years

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Somebody’s Watching Me

What happens when you ignore him after a fight (#groveling).

Diluc Ragnvindr x Reader

Kaeya Alberich x Reader

Xiao x Reader

A/N: I actually wrote this back in July bc i wanted angst and tension and I meant to post it then but I didn’t have the balls to (still dont but--)... it took me three hours to write less than 3k.... im not who i used to be its so- whateverrrrr,,, as always more of my thoughts are after the tags kekeke, can you tell i still adore angst?

WC - around 2.7K

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Diluc R.

Baby daddy Diluc would love to give you space after a disagreement but, he can’t. He finds himself distracted with everything and anything, nothing can get done when you’re upset with him. Without your forgiveness, he becomes a lost soul! He follows you around like a kicked puppy, he can’t help it! Listen, this man is protective as shit and refuses to be in your bad graces. He’ll do anything to make it up to you, even giving you space if you really want it (although that is the last thing he wants). If you ignore him for too long tho, he might just melt into a puddle of goo and wipe out!

“My love, please-”

“No, Dliuc!” You push away his gloved hand being held out to you, the one that so desperately yearns to cup your cheek, you scoff at it. You scoff at him and Diluc feels his heart aching deep in his chest. “You might not think much of it but, I do. Leave me alone.”

The words harshly slap against him, leaving the man speechless as he pathetically opens and closes his mouth to say anything to get you back. His feet feel as if they’re made out of stone and he knows that no weight could ever keep him from running to you but, now, with the hurt on your face; he feels too ashamed to do anything but watch you storm out of the Winery.

He didn’t know that a snide comment about his brother would snowball into this, you and your unmoving anger.

You’re just so stubborn, so beautiful, that it makes him want to tug at his fiery roots until he yanks his hair out. Diluc knows he said the wrong thing, that maybe talking so lowly of someone you consider a dear friend wasn’t the right thing to do but, he simply could not help it.

Because Diluc watches whenever you step into his field of vision, makes sure to keep you within a safe distance beside him so then he feels comfortable enough to carry on with whatever he was doing.

The same thing happened earlier in the night, everything was fine after his usual scan of the room, but then he heard your laugh. Your charming laugh, one that he thought was reserved for him was instead being spoiled by his brother. It’s a miracle the glass he was drying in his hand didn’t shatter at that moment. Diluc is more than aware of your close friendship with Kaeya, he knows of all the commissions the two of you share and he hates it. Your relationship irks him in a way that he can’t comprehend and he’s aware that he needs to fix that. Fix his jealousy. However, it’s clearly taking much longer than he thought.

Instead of worrying, Diluc focuses on organizing the newly cleaned glasses he left after dinner. One by one, he sets them up perfectly on the shelf before carefully placing each napkin in its rightful stack. It’s become his ritual of cleaning the Winery each night. But, now he’s just distracting himself from the inevitable feeling that has already begun to set in. A mix of worry and guilt, inevitably overpowered by rejection.

His strong fingers thump against the clean dining table and for a moment, Diluc distracts himself from the one thing he wants most. You. It’s a distraction short-lived because he cracks a single finger before making his way deep into the office. Perhaps his paperwork will give him a large enough headache to distract him once more.

The numbing pain building in his temple is nothing compared to the hollow ache blooming in his chest. The mundane task works, the countless amount of numbers he checks over and over again do their job until he hears the gentle sound of the door opening. For a moment, he thinks he may have imagined it but then he hears your footsteps and Diluc is out of his chair and pushing the door out of his way to meet you.

Even if you glance at him and ignore him, walking further up the stairs to create more distance, Diluc already feels the ache starting to soothe over. He follows you after you, keeping a safe amount of paces behind you. Quietly, he moves as if you won’t be able to notice his six-foot frame doing so.

“Beloved,” He starts and you greet him with the bedroom door closing in his face. The action causes a small smile to appear on his face, but Diluc quickly shakes it away. “please,”

It’s nearing midnight and neither of you has time for this. The last thing Diluc wants is you going to sleep upset with him.

He sighs softly before following you into the bathroom, the man feels ashamed and it burns brightly in his chest,

“I’m sorry,” He murmurs against your neck, slowly breathing in the alluring scent entangled with your hair. “please forgive me.” In his own selfish way, a side he can only show towards you, he doesn’t really give you a choice. Diluc’s strong, muscular arms are wrapped around your waist and holding onto you so tightly. You couldn’t get away from him now without a fight. “I’m working on… my jealousy. Darling, please.”

Even you have to admit how hard it is to deny Diluc when he is begging so earnestly.

You lightly place your hand on top of his own, squeezing him gently before glancing back to place a gentle kiss on his jaw. He sighs with relief.

“I won’t forgive you so easily next time.”

“I know. I will hold you to it.”

Kaeya A.

Kaeya, my forever #1 in this game, would need space after a heavy disagreement. If you walk one way then he will walk in the other direction until he cools off. However, it usually takes him about ten meters before he realizes that he should escort you wherever you’re going so he just follows while silently stewing in his own anger. Kaeya doesn’t show it, he never does because he doesn’t want to displease you but, his upset feelings are there. But, he loves you and would kiss the ground that you walk on to prove it to you.

“Fine then.”

“Fine!” You shriek, and how it got to this, Kaeya isn’t really sure. He watches as you turn away and walk towards the entrance of Mondstadt, his stare lingers for a few moments before he heads towards the cathedral. The two of you always know how to make a scene, even when no one is around and it is late into the evening and all the shops around have closed. He finds that to be a good thing, he didn’t want an audience tonight. Not like this anyway.

His blood is still rushing through his veins, he can hear his heart thumping in his ears. He can still recall the fire burning in your eyes and the distinct way that your hands trembled by your sides every time either of your voices got louder. The captain feels guilty above anything else, anger is still there but he knows it’s an emotion that will fade away quickly.

“Damn it, (Y/N),” Kaeya sighs before tilting his head back, giving himself the view of the starry sky. You always did love the night sky. He knows what he said was wrong, that maybe he shouldn’t have insinuated that you needed support on such a lowly ranked mission but, he couldn’t help it. Kaeya does not like to take chances with you and he would rather underestimate you than overestimate, even if that makes you burn brighter in fury than his brother’s hair.

He just didn’t expect you to get so angry, he thought that maybe you would understand and take it down a notch. Kaeya can’t stand to see you get hurt, to find you fighting multiple monsters all by yourself at once. There’s nothing in this world that could save him if something happened to you, why don’t you get that?

Any unresolved anger gets put on the back burner of his mind, Kaeya decides to make it his priority to look for you. He’ll be damned if you don’t want to be found.

“Stubborn ass,” He murmurs as he heads out the gates, there are a number of places that you could be. Kaeya finds himself so focused, consumed with this one thing he wants so badly, that he doesn’t even blink as he passes the darknight hero.

The redhead beside him lets out a noise that is somewhere between a scoff and a laugh.

“(Y/N),” Kaeya calls when he sees you on the other side of the bridge outside the walls of Mondstadt, feet hanging off of the side while you stare at the ducks in the lake below. He sounds playful and that instantly causes your face to sour. Your lips purse at his voice, eyebrows furrowing together, you merely blink at Kaeya before turning your attention back to the water. “don’t ignore me, sweetest.”

In a way, Kaeya is still trying to level his own anger. He’s still processing the effects of your previous conflict while balancing your current conversation. It takes him a moment or two to find the right footing.

“What’s got you bothered, babe?” He sits down beside you very close to the point that there are mere centimeters that keep your thighs from touching. You look at him with a blank expression but Kaeya can see the irritation embedded in your features. “Oh?” He sounds amused when you ignore him once more but, that could be further from the truth. Kaeya is neither entertained nor delighted by this, no, he’s pissed. “Come on, talk to me,” He urges again and this time, he wraps his arm around your shoulders to pull you into his chest. “you wound me, (Y/N).”

“You wound me!” You finally snap at him, eyes filled with a rage that clearly hasn’t left you from before. “You think I’m weak!”

“I do not, my darling. I just think you need some extra help whenever I can’t join you.” Kaeya’s words do little to soothe your anger, in fact, you just become more irritated. You attempt to push yourself up, to stand up and walk away from him but the captain pulls you tightly into his chest. “You’re not running away from me again~” Had you not been so upset you would have caved in at his honeyed words, taking a rest in his strong arms. “I just want you to stay safe, you get that, don’t you?”

Some part of you can understand that.

“I’m sorry if I had upset you, sweetest, but I want to make sure nothing happens to you.” Almost as if he is trying to emphasize his words, Kaeya’s arms squeeze around you tightly. “Please let me protect you,”

“I can protect you too, okay?” You stubbornly stare at him and the challenge that rests within your eyes makes his heart flutter. “and myself.”

“Do you promise me?” Kaeya dips his head down, brushing his lips over yours.

“I promise.”

And he seals that with a kiss.

Xiao

If, for some reason, you end up in a disagreement with Xiao and you tell him to politely ‘fuck off’; he will respect your wishes. Xiao will respect it and you by keeping a safe distance of 50 meters between the two of you. Sorry to say this (teehee not really) but the adeptus will not let you out of his sight. He makes it his duty to protect you so when he ends up being the one that hurts you, he works tenfold to make up for it. Quietly, he will follow until you’re ready to come back and talk with him once more.

“Leave me alone, Xiao.” You didn’t have to even look over your shoulder to tell he was there. Still, you frown when you see your boyfriend behind you perched on the top of a large rock. Irritation blooms in your chest and you hastily try to swallow it down by taking a few more steps down the dirt path.

“Okay.” His voice is soft, almost as it if he speaks it like a promise. You sigh out in relief, feeling a weight lifting off of your shoulders because sometimes you just need space. But then he appears on another boulder in front of you, teleporting, and it almost feels as if he is mocking you.

Xiao watches you carefully, he doesn’t let his amber eyes leave your sight for even a second as you continue to aimlessly walk through the Bishui plain. Had you not known him so well, you would have thought he was angry. His face is hard as his hollow eyes stare and stare to make sure you feel his presence all around you.

This is a normal Xiao. Protective and kind, always worrying about you almost more than needed. No amount of arguing or convincing could get him to see that you’re fine without him hovering around you every second of every day. The mere thought makes you wince and ache blooms in your chest at the harsh words spat between the two of you earlier in the evening.

You shouldn’t have called him obsessive and paranoid.

He shouldn’t have called you weak and helpless.

Carefully, you glance over your shoulder to look at him. Xiao looks lonely on the rock, he feels distant as his eyes wash over you. Almost to ask what’s wrong, he subtly tilts his head.

You’re not ready to give in, not yet. You keep walking, ignoring the gentle breeze of air transporting around you until you reach a familiar rock.

The earthly object is not hard to climb, it sits low enough that you can place yourself on it without any work. It provides such a pretty view of the plains, and the gentle green and yellow accents never fail to provide you with comfort and a sense of stability.

Xiao lets you have your breath of air, he watches as you stare longingly at the scene in front of you. He doesn’t glance at it once, he’s meant to protect Liyue and will do so with his entire being when it comes down to it but-

But, something claws in his chest and urges him to protect you even more.

If you want space, he will give it to you. However, he will always see to it personally that you get home safely. His mortal treasure is more precious to him than duties.

He can only stand you angry at him for so long.

Xiao’s footsteps are silent, he moves so quietly that you don’t hear him but you always feel him when he is near. You know that he is now standing beside you, just a little behind so that he doesn’t impose on your view.

“Are you ready to forgive me?” Xiao, as much as he doesn’t know about mortal emotions, knows how this needs to go. He asks for forgiveness, you grant it to him then you’re not angry with him anymore. He sees the scene play out time and time again between couples at the Wangshuu inn, but he would never admit that he pays attention to them.

“Have you even apologized yet?” You glance back at him, brief judgment in your eyes but any of your fighting spirit had diminished hours ago.

“Oh,” Xiao quietly gasps, hiding the noise as he gently sits down next to you, he forgot about that part, didn’t he? “I apologize.”

“I’m sorry.”

You both blurt it out at the same time and a heavy air descends upon the two of you. Xiao shakes his head before tilting it away from you as he lets his eyes glance over rock to rock.

“You’re not weak.” His soft tone almost makes you melt and the quiet murmur makes your cheeks burst with heat. “I don’t want anything to ever happen to you. If you call for me, I will always be there.”

You smile, you smile at him and he feels the stiff heart in his chest thump.

“I know, Xiao.” His eyes widen as you rest your hand over his own, how can you be so kind and understanding? “I shouldn’t have called you those things, I didn’t mean it, I was just angry and took it out on you.” Xiao almost finds it hard to focus, your touch is so soft and your lips are so full underneath the moonlight. Oh, how can’t he kiss you at this moment? “I like my space but, only if you’re there to share it with me.”

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 1 year

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The Other Half

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Part Two | Masterlist

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Prompts: Sales/ Sparkling/ Opposites Attract

“Customer.”

You glance over toward a man looking in a display case as your manager nods them toward you. You puff softly before slapping a customer-service-ready smile onto your face. You’ve been avoiding really working for the last hour; you’ve been able to hide, shuffling things around in the stockroom before your manager had insisted that you return to the floor. You’re working on commission, though—you need the sales, especially with Christmas just around the corner. You still have a couple of last-minute gifts to get.

You walk over to the man peering into a sparkling display case, stopping just beside him.

“Is there something I can help you find today?” You ask.

“Yes,” The man raises his hand, tapping on the top of the case. “I’d like to see that tie clip, the uh…The silver one with the scroll work.”

There's something familiar about his voice, but you don't read too much into it. You round the counter, drawing a small key ring from your pocket.

“The sterling silver? An excellent choice. It’s one of a kind,” You commend as you lift the small display out of the case and onto the counter. “And we have a special sale on these this week.”

The man chuckles, offering, “I’m not particularly worried about it being on sale.”

Cocky much?

You glance at the man, then freeze, eyes widening. There’s no way that the goddamn Prince of Gotham is on your counter right now. Luckily for you, he’s focused on the tie clips. Maybe he knows you’re staring and is just ignoring it. Maybe he’s just so used to the sensation that he simply doesn’t register it anymore.

You clear your throat, forcing yourself to refocus as he reaches out, hand hovering over the tie clip.

“May I?” He asks.

“Of course,” You nod. You don’t expect him to run with it—the guy’s got more money than god. He slides his coat off of where it’s slung over his arm, setting it down on the counter and taking up the tie clip. You rest your hands steadily on the counter, watching his face as he eyes the clip. His eyes narrow a touch as he sweeps his thumb over the scroll work.

“May I ask who you’re purchasing this for?” You ask.

“My butler.”

Your brows raise a touch. You’d imagine that Bruce Wayne would be the type to give someone a store credit, and to tell them to buy something they like.

“What’s his style?” You ask, though it feels like the wrong question—and by the way Wayne’s eyes flicker to you, you realize that it sort of is.

“I suppose he’d describe it as understated. I call it boring.” He looks back down at the tie clip. “I was hoping to get him something to mix it up a little bit.”

You smile a little.

“Well, if you like that tie clip, we have matching cuff links to pair with them.”

“I’d like to see those.”

“Of course.” You crouch down again, drawing up the display with cuff links and setting it on the counter beside the tie clips. He sets the tie clip down, leaning over and narrowing his eyes slightly to look at the cuff links. After a moment, to your great surprise, he plants his elbow on the counter and rests his chin on his hand. You can’t help but smile. He looks like an indecisive little boy.

“What does your butler like?” You ask.

“...Mopping,” He answers after a moment, “And berating me.”

You laugh a little, unable to help it. “Something tells me he only really likes one of those.”

Wayne’s gaze flickers to yours, and you’re surprised to see him smiling, himself. It makes your smile widen before you arch a brow. “So?”

“Come to think of it, he likes gardening,” Wayne adds, straightening up.

“Perhaps a new set of gardening gloves?” You offer. “Or a trug?”

“What’s a trug?”

“It’s like a long sort of shallow basket for carrying back flowers and produce and tools.”

“...They sell those here?”

“Yes,” You nod, “The gardening section is on the fifth floor.”

“Okay,” He nods, rapping his knuckles on the counter. “Wrap up the tie clip and the cuff links, and then let’s go.”

You blink at him in surprise before you glance back toward where your manager is watching you closely.

“Ah—I’m not sure I can go with you to another floor,” You laugh nervously as you take up gift boxes for the tie clip and cuff links. “But I’ll be happy to call down and ask for a a sales associate that could help you.”

Wayne frowns a touch, gaze sweeping you before he looks around. “Where’s your manager?”

Oh—No. Are you going to get in trouble for following the fricking rules? Is he going to change his mind about the tie clip and the cuff links? The two items alone would net you a commission of almost $500. But you force a placid expression onto your face before raising your hand, signaling for your manager to come over. A dark expression crosses her face, and it turns your stomach.

“Yes, sir,” She chirps, coming to the counter and stopping beside Wayne, “How can I—” She goes silent as she realizes who he is. Her jaw drops a touch at the sight of him before she stutters, “How can I—I—Yes, sir?”

Wayne’s smile shifts to something that you haven’t seen at the counter—a press-ready, plasticized grin.

“Your associate has been incredibly helpful.”

“I trained her myself,” Your manager grins. You can’t help but roll your eyes. She certainly did not—you’ve been here for a year longer than she has.

“Well, you’ve done a marvelous job,” Wayne insists. “In fact, I’ve found her assistance so invaluable that I was hoping you could spare her for a little while.”

“Spare…?” The manager repeats, eyes darting between you, Wayne, and the gift boxes on the counter.

“Mr. Wayne is interested in a few items in the gardening department,” You clarify.

“Her sense of style and function are just…” Wayne trails off, lips curling teasingly as he shoots you a sneaky, cheeky wink, “Just what I need.”

You don’t even care if he’s exaggerating for the sake of your manager; the flattery still makes your face go hot, and that wink—you have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing.

“I suppose we could manage without her for a little while—But not too long. She’s such a valuable asset to the department,” Your manager coos. Well. That’s news to you—especially considering how much you slacked off that morning.

“If you could have these rung up,” Wayne reaches out, tapping at the top of the gift boxes, “And hold them for me here.”

“Of course. They were the…” Your manager glances toward you expectantly.

“The sterling silver scroll work tie clip, and the matching cuff links,” You relay.

“What beautiful choices! You have such a sense of taste, Mr. Wayne,” You manager turns a bright eye toward him again. You have to bite your tongue to keep from scoffing aloud. You’ve never seen her fawn over anyone like this. Mr. Wayne just smiles and gives a nod, taking up his coat from the counter as you tuck the two displays back into the counter, locking them up.

“Shall we?” Wayne asks, nodding toward the elevator.

“Of course,” You nod.

“Take your time!” Your manager adds brightly.

“Thank you,” Wayne rests his hand on her shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze before turning away. The two of you walk over to the elevator, and you clasp your hands in front of yourself as you wait. Wayne gestures for you to step on first, then follows, watching you jab the button for the fifth floor. It’s quiet between you for a moment before Wayne says,

“Is she always that bad?”

You can’t help but burst into giggles, raising your hand and covering your mouth.

“I think you brought something new out in her,” You tease. You lead the way off of the elevator as you reach the fifth floor. “Do you have any other people that you need to shop for?”

“What other people?” Wayne repeats. Your stomach swoops with panic. You know what happened to his parents—everyone does.

“A girlfriend, perhaps?” You clarify.

“Ah,” He nods in understanding before shaking his head. “No.” The two of you go quiet for a moment before he asks, “Have you gotten all of your shopping done?”

“Not all of it,” You sigh.

“What do you still need?”

“Something for my roommate—and uh, probably something for her parents. We’re going to hers for Christmas.”

“What about your family?”

“They live in Metropolis.”

“Are you from there?”

“No, no, I’m from Gotham. They moved there last year.”

“Why?”

“It’s just more affordable.” It feels like something stupid to say to a billionaire, but it’s the truth—and considering his comment on your manager’s countenance, you think he’s pretty good at seeing through falsity. But he just nods a little bit, looking forward.

“Here,” You gesture toward the display of gardening gloves, tucking your hands behind yourself. Wayne hums, taking a step closer and peering at the selection with the same interest that he looked at the tie clips and cuff links.

“Are there any that stick out to you?” You ask, looking around.

“He has a scarf similar to…Those,” He points to a check-patterned pair by you. You let out an interested hum, nodding and taking them up.

“They’re cute,” You turn them over, eyeing the fingertips, “And they’ve got little pads so that you can text while you’re wearing them.”

“I’m not sure Alfred would worry about that,” Wayne smiles, “Though I’ll be sure to mention it to him.”

You smile a little before nodding to the display. “All set here?”

“Mm, let’s make it two pair…You choose one.”

You consider, looking down at the gloves in your hand. If he’s getting one patterned pair…Maybe a plain pair? You look around, drawing your lip between your teeth as you consider. Then you reach out, snagging a pair of forest green gloves. Wayne reaches out, taking them from you.

“He’ll like these,” He says softly. You smile, relieved.

“Now,” Wayne adds, looking around. He seems to be squinting and pouting for emphasis. “On to the…shrug?”

“Trug,” You correct, “But I think you know that, Mr. Wayne.”

He catches your eye, his brows twitching in surprise. Then he smiles warmly, giving a small nod of concession, muttering, “Touché.”

“They’re this way,” You nod around the corner.

It doesn’t take the two of you long to choose what he considers a suitable trug—a light grained wood base with mahogany handles and silver fastenings. You expect to leave it there—to lead Wayne to the counter, to thank him for his business, and to go back to work. Instead, Wayne tells the clerk that he’ll be back for the gloves and trug, and then turns to you.

“Walk me to the elevator?” He asks.

“Of course.”

You ignore your coworker’s stunned expression and turn, leading the way down the aisle. Maybe he wants to go back upstairs and get the cuff links and tie clip. But—

“What are you doing for lunch?” He asks.

It feels like an illicit rush to get out of there—redirecting Wayne to the staff exit so that you wouldn’t be clocked by the security guard for leaving. He’d put his coat around your shoulders as the two of you had stepped into the Gotham chill. You hadn’t gone far—you’d insisted that you couldn’t. You’d wound up at a diner just a few blocks away from the store.

You glance at Wayne now, and smile as you watch him look around the diner.

“Why’d you ask me?” You ask after a moment. “Wanted to see how the other half eats?”

He chuckles, leaning back in his seat a touch and meeting your eye again. “I’ll have you know that I ate at plenty of places like this when I went to Princeton. Besides, you said you wanted to come here.”

“If I had asked to go somewhere else—”

“We would’ve gone there instead.”

“Even if it was some five-star something something?”

“Especially if it was some five-star something something. I’m guessing the wine list here is a little lackluster.”

You snort, looking down at your menu.

“...Why did you ask?” You press nervously. He doesn’t answer for a moment, and you glance up at him from beneath your lashes. He’s watching you closely, eyes wandering your face.

“Because you spoke to me like a person. Not like how your manager spoke to me, not like I’m ‘Bruce Wayne’.”

The admission is surprising. You hesitate before you argue, “But you are Bruce Wayne.”

He smiles softly.

“I know that and you know that,” He leans in, folding his arms on the table. “But I like it better when neither of us act like it.”

Part Two

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parkersbliss · 2 years

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070: “Married life, am I right?”

“We’re not married.”

“Not with that attitude we are.” With five? I don’t know, thought it would be funny.

Hotel Waffles | F. Hargreeves

pairing: five hargreeves x reader

warnings: none

wc: 600??

synopsis: if only retirement actually meant retirement for you and Five

requests: CLOSED

prompts: 070: “Married life, am I right?” “We’re not married.” “Not with that attitude we are.”

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“What kind of hotel doesn’t serve waffles?” You mutter, coming to stand next to Five with your plate.

“You can just get pancakes,” He suggests.

You scoff. “Five, it’s a right of passage to eat hotel waffles. They’re like… magical. I don’t know what they put in them—”

“I’m gonna take a guess and start with flour.”

You slap his arm lightly. “Five! Seriously, have you never had them before?”

Five turns to face you with a neutral expression, and you nod. “Oh, right. Apocalypse.”

He gives you a tight-lipped smile, moving down the buffet when Klaus jogs up to the two of you.

“Hey, uh, what do you say we get outta here? Take a little road trip?”

Five raises a skeptical brow, lifting the cover of one of the containers. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about a sojourn to the countryside. You, me, (Y/N), the wind in our hair.” Five scoops out the pancakes, still eyeing Klaus. “Thelma and Louise on the open road.”

“You know they die in the end, right?”

“Holding hands, living our best life my little cherub.” Five stops to put some fruit salad on his plate, and you follow, grabbing one of the pieces of melon off his plate and eating in.

“Listen to me. I nearly died last night because of Luther’s sleep farts,” Klaus said quietly, and you stifle a laugh. “We need to get out of here! Get some fresh air.”

Five turns around to face his brother. “Okay, I’ll bite. Why us, Klaus?”

“Because you said - you said you’re both retired, and that’s what retired people do. And don’t you deserve some fun? We can get… hotel waffles!”

You perk up at that, turning to Five to tell him you should go, but he stares at the empty tank.

“There’s no lobsters,” Five observed.

Klaus gives Five a weird look. “Excuse me?”

“There were three lobsters in that tank a minute ago,” You mumble, noticing the strange disappearance of the crustaceans at this time of the morning.

“Yeah, well, you know, maybe Chet blended ‘em into a morning smoothie.”

Five shakes his head but smiles. “You’re an idiot, but we’re in.”

You wrap an arm around Five, “Yes!”

…

“This actually isn’t so terrible,” Five admits glancing out the window at the rolling hills.

Klaus smiles. “See? Told you.”

“Come to think of it, my whole life, I’ve been under the gun. Missions for dad, working for the commission, trying to survive the apocalypse. I was always looking around the corner, just waiting for the other shoe to drop. It’s nice to just breathe.”

You prop your head on the center console, smiling at the two boys. “Yeah, I love retirement.”

“Good for you guys. Retirement is suiting you.”

“Oh!” Five suddenly perks up. He grabs something from the passenger side drawer. “Uh… all right. So, I’ve circled all the roadside attractions along the way.”

“Oh… I’m not sure we’re gonna have time for all that,” Klaus trails off.

“I have the Brownsville big nickel.”

“Oh, Ricky’s bakery has award-winning pies,” You chimed in, and Five points to you with a nod.

“Well, if you just let me explain—”

“Or there’s the cow henge—”

“Listen to me. Just shut up for two seconds, okay? Just two seconds, all right?”

“Okay,” Five said. “I’m all ears.”

“Me too, Klaus.”

Klaus takes a deep breath. “We are going to Pennsylvania to find my birth mother, okay? Yay!”

“Excuse me?” Both you and Five said, eyeing him up and down.

“I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry. I just needed someone to come with me for emotional support.”

“Oh, emotional support? Like a schnauzer?”

“Yeah, yeah, and I knew you guys wouldn’t come if I told you, so what was I supposed to do? Well, (Y/N) would have, but you wouldn’t let her.”

“You’re goddamn right we wouldn’t have come, Klaus. You know why? Because we are supposed to be retired!” You can see the vein popping out of Five’s neck as he leans toward Klaus. Though you do agree with Five, you didn’t mind supporting his brother as much as he did.

“Yeah, I know—”

“This was supposed to be a carefree road trip.”

“Well, it still can be, babe,” Klaus offered, smiling at Five. But Five’s eyes catch a sign.

“Ball of twine! Klaus, turn!” He shouts.

“What? Five? Five!”

“Ball of twine, turn!” Five grabs the steering wheel and jerks the car to the left. “It’s one of the best ones, c’mon!”

“Five!” You yell, flying around in the back seat from the sudden turn.

“Five, we’re gonna die! Ah!” Klaus screams when they almost hit a car.

Five’s hand grips the steering wheel. “I don’t care. Let’s go!”

“Five!”

“You know what? No twine, no birth mother!”

And that settles the argument pretty quickly. Klaus pulls up to the ball of twine, following behind you and Five.

“You know, I expected it to be bigger,” You said.

“Seems pretty big to me,” Five shrugs.

“Well, that’s what you tell yourself,” You snort.

Five scoffs at you, but you can see the smile on his features. “I just think this is boring. We could go to like… Hershey park!”

“Hershey park?” Five questions.

You nod eagerly. “Chocolate and roller coasters, why not?”

“I think the Philadelphia bell is a much better idea.”

“Nuh-uh,” You said.

“Yuh-huh,” He replied, and you go back and forth for a while until Klaus comes to a stand next to you.

“Married life, am I right?” He sighs.

You give Klaus a puzzled look. “We’re not married.”

Five whips his head towards you, crossing his arms. “Not with that attitude we are.”

You slap his arm lightly, looking towards the ground at his comment, and Five asks Klaus about his birth mom, and you tune out the conversation. It was between them, anyway. Instead, you just stared at the huge ball of twine, wondering if this really was the end. You could see yourself happy married to Five, driving around the country, and doing what retired people are supposed to do. Even though you both still looked like kids.

Perhaps that was a benefit though. You wanted to see if you could convince him to drive to the world’s longest water slide.

Five’s hand slides around your waist, pulling you out of your thoughts. “C’mon, we’re going to help Klaus.”

You hop into the backseat, getting comfortable, only to find after maybe thirty minutes, you were there. Klaus steps out, and Five gives him a pep talk before opening the backdoor and coming to sit beside you. He takes out the map, and a pen, turning to you with a smile.

“So, where to?”

You grin, leaning your head on his shoulder and pointing towards a few attractions. “Oh, I hear Disney World is a lot of fun!”

“Disney, huh?”

“There’s the Aero and Space museum nearby too, founded by Kennedy.”

Five shakes his head. “I think I’ve had enough Kennedy for a while.”

“So, Disney it is?”

“Whatever you want.”

“Really?” You asked with a laugh, surprised he was agreeing so easily. “You wanna go to Disney with me?”

Five nods, “I’ll admit it’s not my thing, but it’s what you want. Hershey Park is a no, though.”

“Disney World for the win!”

Five smiles, circling Disney on the map and putting a heart with your initials by it. “Disney it is.”

You smile up at him, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek as he hums along to the song on the radio. “You don’t even know my name,” Five sings along, feet propped up on the seat as he looks at the map. “I go inside the—”

Something suddenly knocks against the car, flicking you both to the side. You knock against Five, groaning. “What is—?” Five questions, standing up to find the field of cows is empty. You come to stand next to him, your shoulders falling. “Fuck.”

He gets out and sighs. “Oh, can’t we get one fucking day off?”

“So that’s a no to Disney, isn’t it?”

Five gathers you in his arms, “One day. Disney and hotel waffles, I promise. Right now we just…”

“Have to save the world again?”

“One more time.”

— END —

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hydrangeyes · 6 months

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Tobirama x Seme Male reader

So if you don't know, Yes this already existed, my old account was deleted (accident but I can tell I won't be getting it back), and am reposting my old x male reader works!

I don't know if I saved all of them but here is one that was saved to my AO3 account.

Edit: So shuffling through my docs It's been brought to my attention that wattpad (who I use as backup) Cut a lot of my fics in half??? anyway I'll be trying to fix that also

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Requested by bunglol

This is def Au piece where those who were revived, stayed. Idk that whole story arc just flew passed me lmao. This ended up longer than expected lol, uhhh oops?

Edited: *kicks door open* SUP I HAVE NO EXCUSE ONCE AGAIN I BECAME ADDICTED TO NU:CARNIVAL (like h scenes aside I really do like the combat aspect and am curious on where the story is going)

ANYWAY

IT'S SMUT SORTS, MAINLY FOREPLAY

If I remember right there is fingering and probably eating him out

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As to be expected his mission went well. A few hiccups with a couple of rogues but nothing he couldn't handle. Tobirama jumps rooftop to rooftop away from the hokage's tower, now free to go home after submitting his report.

The only thing nagging him was the fact he hadn't received a welcome back tackle from his....his... If anyone were to see him they'd see a soft blush on his cheek. Thoughts of his loud and energetic pup eased the lasting tension in his muscles and warmed up.

N/N inuzuka, A roguishly handsome man who front he moment they meet, made it a habit to take his entire attention. Knowingly or not. At first it was annoying how the cheery male would constantly try to drag him into mundane conversations and bring him furs from animals he hunted.

Embarrassing really, as Tobirama caught on quickly to what he was doing. And felt he was far too old to be courted by someone so young. N/n being in his early 30's but still, Tobirama felt dying and now back again was enough to give him the years of two old (So what if he was forever 34).

Anyway- N/n started this whole thing when he was just 24! Tobirama let out a bemused sigh as he slowed getting to his secluded home.

And yet, N/n got what he wanted. Tobirama fully and happily wrapped around his fingers. And given that outside of solo missions they weren't together , It felt weird to not have N/n bombard his space now that he was back.

Landing on the porch, Tobirama listened as he unlocked the front door (My how the future has advanced was a thought that kept passing his mind).

'He must have taken up a mission while I was out. Odd how he hasn't mentioned that in his last letter.' Stepping in and closing the door behind him Tobirama slips out his sandals just in time to be suddenly yanked further in.

N/n lets out a gruff whine pulling Tobirama close to sniff and run his hands over his form. Looking for any injuries or aches, ignoring Tobirama's sputtering and seeing there was no harm, he lifts the man up. Effortlessly placing him over his shoulders to carry, running a hand up and down the back of his thigh.

"I know I have been gone for some days, but really n/n! Put me down, what is going on with you!" The silver-haired man yelps lightly smacking n/n's back.

Smack

"Ahh! Ngh n-n/n?~" Tobirama moans out in wonder, a N/n gives him a firm slap on his ass, gripping and massaging the cheek afterward. The wolf huffs and tosses him onto the bed, tobirama blinks as he's being tossed onto the bed.

He watches as N/n eyes him from above, face flushed and fangs bared. N/n's eyes were hooded and dark with hunger, loose pants tented enough that there was no point hiding it.

"You were gone for too long tobi~" N/n purrs out finally, his voice was raspy and a growl trailed just after the words, sending shivers down tobirama's spine.

Oh. He could already imagine he will be out of commission for the rest of the week. His legs already trembling and spreading to allow N/n in.

N/n hums softly pressing tobirama down onto his back. "Of course, if you're sore or tired from your mission-"

"Fuck me."

And with that, the last of N/n's restraint snapped. Claws greedily tore and tossed off the clothes on tobirama, leaning down to eagerly lock and bite at the man's neck and chest.

"N/n! Ah- mm those were-" Rama (fuck it typing this instead of his full name) starts dispite his hands running through N/ns' hair to tug him closer.

"I don't care. We'll buy new ones." N/n growls tilting his head to get a look at the marks he left on the pale neck, before continuing on down.

Semi distracted with trying to mark every spot his mouth could reach, N/n uses his left hand to nudge rama's left leg up and over his shoulder; his right spreading the other.

Rama, having been biting his lips to cover up and muffle his raspy moans, hisses in embarrassment at being so thoroughly exposed. His own hands trying to come down to cover his twitching and flush cock. One glare from N/n stopped him in his tracks.

"N-N/n, please." He keens impatient and is already on edge. And well, seeing his bites litter his mates' chest and stomach, N/n decides to move on (he'll come back to the marking during the second round anyway).

Chuckling N/n gives his mate what he wants being a bit sadistic in taking his time in grabbing lube. Slicking up his fingers and Rama's greedy hole, he wastes no time in pressing and then thrusting two fingers into it.

Focusing on Rama's whimpers and desperate moans, N/n curled his fingers to brush and hit Rama's prostate. Cock twitching in his pants feeling the greedy hole tighten and suck his fingers in. Not able to help himself, N/n scouts up to flick his tongue against the rim, pumping his fingers faster and deeper.

"N-N/N!!!" Rama shouts arching his back and throwing his left leg over n/n's shoulder to try and press him closer. N/n's fingers and tongue overwhelmed him to the point of trembling and rolling his eyes to the back of his head.

Rama's shudders as he feels the large amount of precum he was leaking join the mess N/n was making of his hole. "P-please~" Rama sobs out, reaching to tug his hair for his attention. With a groan, N/n pulls out and back licking his lips eyes hooded.

"Sorry~ You're hole is just so cute and tasty-" cutting him off Rama yanked him up into a messy deep kiss, a trembling hand sliding down to grasp and pump N/n's thick cock.

Pulling back a little Rama stares darkly into N/n's eyes, he pants out. "If you don't fuck me right now pup I will through you down and fuck myself on your knot myself."

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Edit Nov.8.2023: Writing smut is so funny to me tbh

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iamfruitie · 2 months

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All To Ourselves

Thank you @damnthedead for the commission!

Summary: It's a rare day when the Manor is empty, and it's even rarer when the Manor is empty aside from one couple. Today is one of those rare days, and it's a day where Dark and Anti have the whole Manor to themselves. Anti makes sure Dark takes full advantage of the day to relax and have a little extra fun as well

All To Ourselves

The sun slowly crept up, covering the sky in its bright light. That same light soon leaked into the bedroom, shining on the display in the bed, a mess of blankets, pillows, and limbs. Two bare bodies barely covered by the thin sheets. One was a bit more together while the other was half on his partner and half dangling off the bed. The sun finally got to Anti’s face and woke him up. He grunted and rubbed his face into the bed before lifting it and seeing that Dark was still asleep. It was rare for Anti to be awake first, and he took this moment to enjoy Dark in his almost most relaxed state. Anti also knew a different time Dark was like this.

Dark was known for always looking stern, stiff, and all too serious, but asleep, he looked like everything was at peace. There was no work, worries, fighting, or mess to handle. Anti moved so he was laying on top of Dark, the sheet moving with him and only covering his rear as he gently traced a finger around Dark’s chest, kissing his cheek, and his throat rumbled softly with a purr.

“Hm?” Dark hummed as he slowly woke. “Morning.” He chuckled when he saw Anti on him, hearing his little purr.

“Morning.” Anti giggled as Dark wrapped an arm around his waist, rubbing lazy circles with his thumb against the soft skin. “Do you remember what today is?”

“Wednesday?” Dark answered with a slight raise of his brow.

“Yes, but it’s also the day that everyone is busy. We have the house all to ourselves until tomorrow morning.” Anti walked his fingers across Dark’s chest.

“That means I can get a lot of work done in peace,” Dark said with a playful grin, softly laughing when Anti slapped his chest.

“You’re not allowed to even think about work today.”

“Alright, what am I allowed to think about today?”

“Me.” Anti giggled, feeling Dark’s arm tighten its hold around him. Dark hummed and chuckled, placing his other hand on Anti’s face.

“I can easily do that.” He said before pulling Anti down into a kiss. Anti giggled again into the kiss, turning into a little laugh when Dark flipped them over.

“Looks like someone’s wide awake now.” Anti tilted his head as Dark started kissing the side of his neck. He closed his eyes and sighed happily, loving the warmth of the bed and Dark’s body. Anti kicked the sheet away so there was nothing between himself and Dark. His hands went to the back of Dark’s head as he guided him into another kiss. He nipped at Dark’s lip and rolled his hips, whining in protest when Dark held his hips, pressing them back down to the bed.

“There’s no need to rush things, dear,” Dark whispered against Anti’s lips. “I can’t remember the last time we had all the time in the world. When I could just savor every moment and worship every inch of your body.” His hands roamed as he spoke, gently caressing Anti’s thighs and hips and lightly hugging his waist.

“I can’t complain that you want to spoil me with attention.” Anti tried to lean his body into each touch, his hands squeezing and rubbing at Dark’s arms. He always adored the muscle there, how firm it was yet soft at the same time.

“It is a fun thing to do.” Dark kissed Anti’s shoulder. He trailed his kisses across Anti’s chest and down his stomach and then lightly nipped at his hip. Anti was practically purring again, hand running through Dark’s hair the lower he went. A squeak-like laugh came out of Anti when Dark put his leg on his shoulder and started kissing his thigh.

“I swear you are addicted to my thighs.” Anti teased.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Dark winked before scraping his teeth against the skin, getting a sharp inhale from Anti and a tighter hold on his hair.

“Sure you don’t.” Anti laid his head back down on the bed, lifting his other leg to Dark’s shoulder, letting out a heavy breath as more kisses and nips and hickies got placed on both thighs. “Darky, please.” He panted out when the teasing was beginning to be too much. Dark chuckled and kissed his way back up Anti’s body.

“Please, what?” Dark asked with a cheeky smile.

“Give me something good~” Anti poked Dark’s nose, sticking the tip of his tongue between his teeth.

“I guess I could spare a little extra.” Dark bumped his nose against Anti’s, slipping a hand between them. He adjusted his hips so he could wrap his hand around himself and Anti, earning a grateful groan.

“That’s a nice little extra.” Anti wrapped his arms around Dark’s neck.

“You said I wanted to spoil you with attention.” Dark dipped his head and kissed Anti’s collarbone as he moved his hand. Both men moaned, and Anti hugged Dark tighter to himself.

Neither was sure how long they were like that, how long Dark slowly worked them over, taking his time and drinking in every pleasure-filled sound Anti made and making his own as well. Eventually, Anti was cumming with a breathy curse. Dark didn’t take long before he followed suit, groaning deeply into Anti’s ear as he added to the mess.

“Please tell me you want to spoil-” Anti’s attempt to ask for some more stopped when his stomach growled almost comically loud. There was a pause before Anti and Dark started laughing.

“I think someone’s ready for breakfast.” Dark reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a tissue.

“Apparently.” Anti was still laughing as Dark cleaned them up.

“How about some pancakes?” Dark suggested, getting out of bed to throw the tissue away and then grabbing some sweatpants. He also grabbed a pair for Anti and tossed them to the bed.

“Pancakes sound good.” Anti rolled out of bed, not bothering with the pants yet and watching Dark get dressed. “I can help-”

“You are not cooking.” Dark stopped Anti short and tied the strings to the sweatpants.

“What? Why not?” Anti asked with a huff.

“Because you can burn cereal.”

“That happened one time!”

“Once is enough, darling.” Dark chuckled and kissed Anti’s forehead before leaving the room.

“Once is enough.” Anti repeated mockingly, pouting as he put some pants on himself and followed Dark to the kitchen.

“You look adorable when you’re pouting,” Dark said, taking some flour and sugar from the cabinet.

“You’re not even looking.” Anti huffed.

“I don’t have to. I know what you look like. And I always find it adorable.” Dark had a little smirk as he spoke.

“You’re a shit.” Anti bumped his hip to Dark’s. “I know what you’re doing.”

“Whatever could you mean?” Dark hummed, his smirk staying as he started putting the dry pancake ingredients in a bowl.

“Don’t pull that. You’re trying to make me blush.” Anti poked an accusing finger to Dark’s shoulder.

“I would never.” Dark turned, kissed Anti’s temple, and then went to the fridge.

“Yeah, yeah. That coming from ‘Mr. Romantic’.” Anti hopped and sat on the counter, putting himself between the bowl of half-finished batter and the stovetop.

“When have I ever called myself that?” Dark asked with a chuckle, carrying the milk gallon over and pouring some into the bowl.

“You don’t, but Bubblegum has been ever since we started dating,” Anti said, watching Dark mix up the batter.

“I’m guessing Wilford does that when I’m not around?” Dark asked as he reached into the cabinet again and took out a bag of chocolate chips.

“He does it enough that I’m convinced he’s forgotten your name sometimes.” Anti giggled and then noticed the chocolate getting added to the batter. “And it looks like someone’s sweet tooth is kicking in this morning.” He plucked one of the chocolate chips and ate it with another giggle.

“Maybe a little.” Dark also ate a chocolate chip before stirring the rest into the batter.

“A little.” Anti echoed Dark’s words in a sing-song tone. He winked at Dark as he took the bowl and held it in his lap.

Anti happily watched Dark turn on the stove and cook the pancakes, flipping them over to show the golden brown of each side. He could tell that the chocolate chips were melting, and he could hear his stomach growling again at the smell of the food.

“Would you like to eat while I finish the last of the batter?” Dark asked. “It sounds like your stomach is going to fight me if I don’t feed you soon.”

“My stomach can wait a little longer, but I’ll go ahead and get the rest of the pancake stuff out.” Anti sat the bowl of batter down and jumped off the counter. He got some more plates, some butter and syrup.

By the time Anti got everything set, plating some of the already-made pancakes, slathering them with plenty of butter, and drowning them in syrup, Dark finished making the rest of the pancakes. Anti guided Dark to sit down and eat even before the thought of cleaning up could come to mind, pulling an ‘I won’t eat until you do’ card since Dark was more willing to ensure the care of those he was close to than himself.

That card worked very well, and the two ate their breakfast almost in silence, both getting lost in the flavor and Dark discovering he was more hungry than he expected. After the food was gone, Anti stretched with a grunt. He stretched in a different direction and chuckled as a thought came to mind.

“We should go swimming in the pool. It’s always getting used by someone at this point. I’ve never gotten to swim in the morning.”

“A dip in the pool does sound relaxing.” Dark agreed, thinking about one of the pool floats, one large enough for himself and Anti. So they could lay on the water together, moving with the light ripples. Anti curled up on his chest, purring and looking at him with soft, adoring eyes and-

“You should wear a speedo,” Anti suggested with a big grin.

“I don’t have one.” Dark softly chuckled, getting a little kick at the very different directions their thoughts about swimming went.

“You could borrow one from Bubblegum. I know he has a few of them.”

“I’m not taking one of Wilford’s speedos.”

“Please?” Anti played up the plea, batting his eyelashes to add to his puppy-dog eyes.

Dark was doomed when he used those on him.

“Fine.” Dark sighed and smiled when Anti did a little cheer and stood up, taking his arm and tugging it.

“Come on, let’s go get changed.”

“We should clean the-”

“Later. We have all day to worry about that. Let’s have some more fun first.” Anti tugged on Dark’s arm more and giggled when Dark stood up and left the kitchen with him. “I’ll meet you at the pool.” He said and slipped into their bedroom.

“The things I’m willing to do for him,” Dark said to himself with a smile and a shake of his head while walking and going into Wilford’s bedroom. He and Wilford have shared clothing plenty of times, being close in size for most things. Wilford had also given Dark permission to borrow anything at any time, even joking about if Dark needed something he was wearing, he’d be willing to take it off.

While Dark was looking for his swimwear, Anti changed into his own and got to the pool area first. He had time to set up the speakers, playing some music for background noise. Anti took a second to dip his toes into the water and then casually jumped in, creating a big splash. He floated on his back as soon as he surfaced. Anti enjoyed the feeling of the water moving against his body until he heard Dark coming into the pool room.

“Well, hello, handsome~” Anti sang and whistled, swimming to the pool’s edge. He had the biggest grin at seeing Dark wearing only a pink Speedo. A drastic difference from his usual black and white attire. “You look good in pink.”

“These were the only clean ones I could find,” Dark explained. “Not really my first choice.”

“You could take them off,” Anti suggested with a wink.

“The Speedo is pushing it enough,” Dark said as he stepped into the pool, using the large stairs in a corner. “And we are not telling anyone about this swimwear choice.” He added and braced himself when he reached the bottom of the pool. Dark caught Anti when he launched himself through the water by kicking off the pool’s wall.

“No promises.” Anti giggled, wrapping his arms around Dark’s neck.

“I have denial on my side. No one would believe you.” Dark chuckled, walking through the water to get to a deeper part of the pool.

“Mad would believe me, and he’d tell Mare, who would tell Phantom, who would tell Marvin, who would tell Chase, who would tell Henrik, who would tell Edward, who would tell Host, and everyone believes Host, so if he says something about it, you can’t deny it.” Anti poked Dark’s chest at the last four words.

“Mad won’t tell Mare if I tell him not to.” Dark chuckled almost evilly.

“Don’t threaten the nerd.” Anti lightly flicked Dark’s nose.

“I wasn’t going to threaten him. Just strongly suggest keeping it to himself.” Dark caught Anti’s wrist with a chuckle and kissed his palm.

“You’re almost twice his size. That’s a threat.”

“Then you shouldn’t tell him, so he doesn’t have to worry.”

“You’re no fun.” Anti exaggerated his pout.

“I can be fun,” Dark said before lightly splashing Anti.

“Oh, you little shit.” Anti laughed and retaliated with his own splash.

“You said to be fun.” Dark protested with a laugh as he and Anti continued splashing at each other. After getting a few good splashes at Dark, Anti slipped out of the line of fire and got behind him, jumping the best he could through the water and latching himself to Dark’s back. Dark didn’t miss a beat and dunked himself and Anti into the water. They started laughing when Dark resurfaced, Anti still clinging to his back.

“Looks like some of the floaties were left out.” Anti finally let Dark go and swam to the little collection of pool floats. Most of them were clear who owned them, with colors and patterns being the biggest clue. “I’m sure Bing won’t mind.” He said as he took the orange floatie. The floatie was a net with what looked like pool noodles, making a large oval around the net.

“Perfect.” Dark took the floatie when Anti pushed it to him. He almost gracefully got himself into the net. “I’m thinking if you-” His suggestion for Anti got cut off by Anti just launching himself once more and plopping down into the net, making it sink into the water for a moment before bringing both of them back up, only their heads out of the water with it resting on the floaties rim. “I was going to suggest a smoother way to do that.” Dark chuckled while Anti brushed his hair out of his face before doing the same to himself.

“This was more fun,” Anti said with a grin, placing his head on Dark’s chest and curling up a little.

“I guess it was.” Dark smiled and freed one of his arms, wrapping it around Anti’s shoulders.

This moment was close to the thought he had earlier, relaxing on the water with Anti curled up on his chest. It wasn’t the exact way he had imagined, but that made it even better.

Dark wasn’t sure how long they lay there, just floating and listening to the music. But eventually, Anti lifted his head and sighed.

“My fingers are all pruney. We might have to get out.” He showed Dark said pruney fingers.

“A good sign to go get some lunch.” Dark looked at his hand and saw that his fingers were the same.

They got out of the floatie and climbed out of the pool. Anti fluffed his hair dry with one of the towels Dark had brought in before drying his body. Dark dried himself, too, a little more cautious of causing his hair to puff out, and wrapped the towel around his hips.

“Darky, you got something on your back,” Anti said.

“Oh? Is it some fuzz from the towel or a-” Dark’s question stopped when Anti casually slapped his ass and took off with a string of giggles. Dark stood there to process what had happened before softly chuckling to himself and taking off where Anti had gone, not shocked to find him in the kitchen.

“Hey~” Anti sang, sitting on the table and holding an apple. “It’s way past lunch. How about we whip up some sandwiches?” He spoke as if he hadn’t slapped Dark’s ass loud enough for it to echo only moments ago.

“Only if I toast the bread.” Dark decided to let the moment drop and went to the cabinet.

“I’m never going to be allowed near cooking equipment again, am I?” Anti asked with a huff, bouncing off the table to get the rest of the sandwich-making material.”

“Nope.” Dark playfully popped the p.

Making the sandwiches was the smoothest part of the day so far, and soon Anti and Dark were sitting on top of the table together, eating their sandwiches. Anti had his legs crossed under him, and Dark’s were casually hanging off the edge.

“I take great pride in getting you not to sit ‘all formal’ while eating,” Anti said after putting the last of his sandwich into his mouth.

“I’m proud of you too.” Dark kissed Anti’s cheek and returned to the last few bites of his food. Anti’s not usually one to not have words or get flustered, but for some reason, that got him to go pink in the face. A few moments after that, Dark finished and got off the table. “I’m going to shower before this chlorine dries me out completely.”

“How about a bath?” Anti asked, deciding to try to turn the flustered energy away from himself. “A shared bath~?”

“A nice warm bath with you sounds lovely,” Dark said with a grin, showing Anti’s attempt fell flat but was still more than welcome. “I’ll clean up the kitchen after.” His added comment got brushed aside by Anti taking his hand and walking him to the bathroom. Anti started the water, waited until it warmed up, and plugged the drain.

“Do you think Bubblegum would mind if we used some of his bubble soap?” Anti asked, taking Dark’s towel off of his hips.

“Wilford would have a field day if I told him we used his bubble soap,” Dark said, grinning at feeling Anti’s hands on his hips, fingers dipping under the waistband of the Speedo.

“Then we are so using it,” Anti said with his own grin as he pulled down the swimwear, leaving Dark naked. “Would you threaten Wilford if I tell him about the bubbles?”

“Wilford is probably one of the only people I would never threaten.” Dark returned the favor and got Anti out of his swim trunks.

“And I’m the other?” Anti hummed, wrapping his arms around Dark’s neck when he straightened back up.

“I was going to say the Jims, but I guess you’re one too.” Dark had a cheeky smile.

“You guess?” Anti played up his offended tone. “After all we’ve been through. How-” He giggled when Dark leaned in and kissed him, preventing him from continuing the bit. “I guess I can forgive you.”

“Glad to hear.” Dark chuckled before stepping away and checking on the slowly filling bathtub. Anti reached into the cabinet under the sink to get the bubble soap bottle, giving a glare to Dark’s phone that was on the sink. He wasn’t even sure how Dark managed to sneak that past him. Dark didn’t even bother trying to protest as Anti added a generous amount of soap to the water. When the tub filled, there was a thick layer of bubbles beyond the rim.

“After you.” Anti did a little bow and gestured at the tub with both hands.

“I might get lost.” Dark joked before stepping and sinking into the bubbles and water, using his arms to move the bubbles away from his torso and trying to make an open spot for Anti.

“I know how to make a mean bath,” Anti said as he got in, too, loving the warm water covering his body and the added warmth of Dark’s body pressing against his back.

“You like the extra warmth, like the cat you are.” Dark teased, getting the shampoo and pouring some into his hand.

“I do not deny this.” Anti returned to his purring as Dark scrubbed the shampoo into his hair. Dark only smiled and continued washing Anti, about to work on rinsing his hair, when a buzzing made him pause. “Answer that phone, and I’m elbowing your dick,” Anti stated without even opening his eyes.

“I’m not.” Dark knew that threat was real, and he started rinsing Anti’s hair, finishing as much as he could with bubble soap water, when the phone started buzzing again. “I should answer that, or it’ll never stop.”

“Fine,” Anti grumbled. “You have ten seconds.” He waited until Dark dried his hand off on the nearby hanging towel before he glitched the phone to him.

“Hello?” Dark answered the phone, trying to lessen Anti’s pout by playing with his hair. “Yes, Wil, that’s correct.” Anti made a noise and turned himself around in the tub. He grabbed the shampoo and poured some into his palm.

“Bubbles, you’ve got five seconds before the phone goes into the bathtub,” Anti gave the warning loud enough for Wilford to hear him. Dark made a ‘really’ face at Anti before speaking again.

“Yes, I am, but you don’t-no, I’m not giving you details! I will see you in the morning.” Dark quickly hung up and sighed.

“Close call.” Anti winked and glitched the phone back to the sink. “And now, back to the relaxing bath.” He started scrubbing the shampoo into Dark’s hair. “Apparently, I have to force it on you since you don’t know how to relax.”

“I’m trying, and I’d like to think I’ve done very well so far.”

“I’ll give you a little credit, Darky.” Anti giggled and kissed Dark’s nose.

They finished their bath, turning it into a shower to properly rinse the soap off of themselves, and they dried each other off before going into the bedroom and dressing in some comfortable clothing. Anti had to convince Dark that slacks were not loungewear and got him to wear a t-shirt and sweatpants with him. Anti then dragged Dark to the living room, not letting him look at the messy kitchen, and sat him on the couch.

“Stay,” Anti ordered before glitching away. Dark had time to chuckle before Anti returned and handed him the book he’d been trying to read for months. His other hand had some different colors of yarn and a crochet hook. “You’re finally going to start this while I work on a project I’ve wanted to do.”

“I think I can handle that.” Dark watched as Anti turned the TV on for some noise before plopping down on the couch, leaning against Dark. Dark kissed Anti’s head as he opened the book to the first page.

Time passed as episode after episode of random shows played while Dark read his book and Anti crocheted a little stuffed turtle. Dark had a good chunk of the book read, and Anti was working on the turtle’s tail when Dark’s stomach suddenly growled.

“Well, that’s a new one.” Anti giggled.

“Are you hungry as well? Maybe I’ll cook us some chicken, and there’s some pasta. I can look for a sauce or-”

“We should get something delivered. You’ve cooked enough today.”

“I mean, we haven’t had pizza in a while.” Dark hummed in thought and laughed when Anti suddenly turned and started slapping at his chest.

“You have to order pizza, and I want a pineapple.”

“Gross.”

“Gross!? That shit’s good!”

“It’s shit, alright.” Dark teased as he took his phone out, looked up the nearby pizza place, and called them.

“You should try it~” Anti sang.

“I have, and I almost vomited.”

“Bullshit.”

“Full shit-hello!” Dark’s tone changed, showing the place had picked up while he was cursing.

Dark ordered Anti is pineapple pizza and got himself a cheese one, and they continued to tease each other until the food arrived. Dark handled getting the food and handing the delivery driver a tip, adding a few extra bills when he recognized the voice as the one who took the call and heard him swear. Anti turned on a movie while he waited and happily ate away at the pizza. Dark made sure Anti had some napkins before he ate as well.

Empty pizza boxes and used napkins sat on the end table, and Dark lay on the couch with Anti on top of him. The movie they had started while eating the pizzas was finishing up. The ending got Anti to laugh while Dark rolled his eyes. They both could tell how the conclusion would be from almost the beginning and were accurate in their guess. As the credits rolled, Anti giggled and started kissing Dark’s neck.

“I know the perfect way to finish today~” He purred into Dark’s ear.

“Do you?” Dark tilted his head and rubbed his hands on Anti’s sides.

“You got to have your fun spoiling me this morning. Now it’s my turn.” Anti trailed a hand down Dark’s chest and stomach and stopped right above the waistband of his sweatpants.

“Is it?” Dark smirked as Anti nipped at his neck some more, put his hand into Dark’s pants, and palmed at him.

“Just relax and enjoy, Darky~” Anti giggled, feeling Dark get harder and harder. “Just like that.” He added when Dark softly groaned. “I love when you make those sounds.” Anti purred, taking his hand away just long enough to tug down Dark’s pants, giggling at seeing Dark’s cock spring free. “And I love this part of you as well.” He wrapped his hand around Dark once more and slowly moved his hand up and down, keeping his touch light to tease a little.

“I never would have guessed.” Dark chuckled, rolling his hips toward Anti’s hand.

“I know you love that I can get you worked up like no one else.” Anti adjusted the angle of his wrist and moved his hand a little faster.

“A little.” Dark joked with a light pant, hugging Anti’s waist tighter.

“A little? Give me some more credit, Darky.” Anti faked a pout and got his hand going at the perfect tension and speed he knew Dark adored.

“Shit~” Dark moaned.

“Who else can get you worked up so easily? Using only their hand to make you cum in record time?” Anti was going to ruin the man he loved, and seeing Dark having to close his eyes to moan again told him he was on the right path. Anti was always willing to admit he liked getting puddled, but he also liked turning things around.

“Keep going and-fuck-you’ll prove your point.” Dark’s had plenty of partners before, but something about Anti made everything feel so good.

“Good. Cum for me, Darky. I want the first mess right now.” Anti thrived on watching Dark, seeing him letting go and not bothering to keep composure, embracing the pleasure fully with no shame. Dark cursed again as he tensed up for a moment before cumming with a deep moan.

“That is definitely a record.” Anti chuckled as he cleaned his hand off with his tongue. “And now, to see if I can do that again.” He moved himself down the couch and knelt between Dark’s legs.

“You really do want to spoil me,” Dark said as Anti tugged off his pants and left his lower half completely bare.

“It’s only fair.” Anti did a little shimmy as he slowly stroked Dark’s cock with his hand until he was hard again. “Plus, it’s a lot of fun.” He added as he leaned down and dragged his tongue from base to tip before popping the head into his mouth.

“I love when you have fun.” Dark groaned, placing a hand on the back of Anti’s head and running his fingers through his hair. Anti glanced up, batting his eyelashes at Dark before he winked and took more of Dark into his mouth, still looking up at him. “Damn, Anti.”

“Hm~” Anti hummed and started moving his head, gently sucking and using a hand to follow his head, making sure there was as much friction as possible.

“That’s so good, darling.” Dark praised between his soft moans. “So good~” He echoed with a heavy breath, laying his head back.

Anti was good with his hand but was even better with his mouth.

“Faster, a little faster, please,” Dark asked, getting a soft hold on Anti’s hair. Anti hummed in approval and tapped Dark’s arm twice to show he had permission to move him. “Fuck~” Dark gladly held Anti’s hair tighter as he guided him to the speed that he wanted.

Anti relaxed and happily had Dark use him for his pleasure. He held on to Dark’s thighs and closed his eyes. He hummed more and softly moaned the best he could, enjoying the taste and feel and everything about this. Eventually, Anti heard Dark’s breathing deepen, and his grip on his hair strengthened. Anti tapped Dark’s leg twice, telling him he was good to go, and it was only a few moments after that he had Dark cumming down his throat.

“You are too good at that, darling.” Dark praised, using his thumb to clean off the corner of Anti’s lip after he pulled away.

“Think you can handle one more? I want to go for a ride.” Anti asked as he crawled his way back up Dark’s body, slipping a hand under his shirt and pushing it up as he went.

“I can keep going as long as you want.” Dark chuckled.

“Good~” Anti giggled. “Think you can get this off while I go get something?” He tugged on Dark’s shirt and giggled some more when Dark nodded. “I’ll be only a moment.” Anti glitched away mid-kiss. Dark sat up just enough to be able to remove his shirt, tossing it aside to join the rest of his clothing on the floor.

“Oh~?” Dark was very happy with how Anti returned, sitting on his lap and naked.

“Like what you see?” Anti asked with a grin, bottle of lube in hand, and he started rolling his hips.

“Very much.” Dark placed his hands on Anti’s waist, hugging the curve of his body.

“I can tell. You’re already so hard.” Anti adored how easy it was to get Dark worked up. Even after cumming twice, he was ready to play in record time.

Being a supernatural creature had a lot of fun perks.

“You have a talent in getting me worked up.” Dark praised with almost a purr in his voice.

“I could say the same to you.” Anti popped open the lube bottle with one hand while he used the other to guide one of Dark’s up to his chest, grinning when Dark eagerly squeezed his hand again. “Just feeling your hands on my body turns me into a needy mess.”

“It’s impossible to resist.” Dark guided Anti down into a kiss. The kiss was a simple and soft one before Dark lightly gasped at the feeling of cold lube on his cock.

“I know I am.” Anti had squirted the lube behind him, getting most of it where it needed to be but also making a mess. Just how he liked it. “And I also can’t resist how good you feel inside me.” He used his hand to be sure that the lube had spread before he started slowly sinking down and letting out a low moan. “Oh, Darky~” Anti adored the sound Dark made, feeling him nearly clawing at his body.

“A-Anti.” Dark groaned, showing that he was sensitive from everything happening one after the other.

“So addicting,” Anti said as he started to bounce lightly. “Feeling you move inside of me is something one would kill for. You fill me perfectly and fuck~” He moaned louder when Dark started thrusting up to match his bounces. “God, you’re so strong.” Anti continued his praise, taking a hand and stroking himself while riding Dark faster. “So easy for you to hold me tight and fuck me like a toy.”

“Fuck, Anti.” Dark moaned Anti’s name, gripping his hips and planting a foot on the ground as he matched Anti once more with his thrusts and soon was going even harder and faster, letting himself get lost in chasing pleasure.

“Dark~!” Anti gasped, barely able to keep his hand going as Dark fucked the breath out of him. His other hand gripped Dark’s chest as his eyes rolled back. “So good~! Keep going, keep going, oh fuck! Keep fucking me!” Anti knew his words were working since Dark usually maintained a steady rhythm, even when getting into it, but this was just messy and almost animalistic, and it was amazing. Anti fucked himself down as hard and fast as he could, panting between his moans and drinking in the moans Dark let out with him.

“Shit!” Dark cursed loudly, blunt nails digging into Anti’s hips, and he bucked up a few more times before cumming.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop. I’m so close, I’m so close.” Anti rambled, now focused on himself and fucking into his own hand while still bouncing. “Darky~” He moaned one more time, cumming on his hand and Dark’s stomach. “I forgot how fun a good couch fuck was.” Anti giggled as he caught his breath.

“Hm~” Dark only hummed in response, eyes half-closed.

“Looks like I succeeded in getting you to fully relax.” Anti leaned over and kissed Dark, letting out a heavy breath at feeling Dark’s cock shifting inside of him. “I think it’s time to clean up.” He groaned as he lifted himself enough to get Dark out before glitching them to the bed.

“Anti.” Dark tried to pull Anti down to him, but Anti glitched himself again, so he stood next to the bed. Anti had to catch himself, legs a little weak and needing a moment to get them working.

“God, I love the feeling of noodle legs.” Anti laughed to himself. Post-sex feeling was one of his favorite parts of sex. “I’ll only be a moment, and then we’ll cuddle to your heart’s content.” He patted Dark’s leg and glitched once more. He didn’t even want to test walking.

Anti appeared in the bathroom and cleaned himself up before taking another rag back to the bed, laying himself next to Dark, and cleaning him off, too. He tossed the rag aside and plopped himself down on top of Dark.

“Anti.” Dark wrapped his arms around Anti and held him tightly, smiling while Anti giggled and nuzzled against his chest.

“Did you enjoy today?”

“I did.”

“Good.” Anti turned his head enough to kiss Dark’s chest and nuzzled against him again. He was so happy that Dark had a good day. He got to relax and enjoy everything. No work, no stress. It was just himself and Anti.

They’ll worry about cleaning the house in the morning.

#danti #nsft #fruitie commission #fruitie writes

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Backstage Affairs - Randy Orton (18+)

Commission: @thesimonkshow

Pairing: Randy Orton x Simon

Summary: Simon is a backstage worker whom is entangled in an affair with Randy Orton.

Warnings: 18+, Deep throating, Throat Fucking, Blow Jobs, Affairs/Cheating, Cussing, Minors DNI

Word Count: 3,246

Parts: Two / Three

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Working for World Wrestling Entertainment was a dream come true. Becoming a backstage worker with the company meant there were some traveling in the job. I nearly visited every state twice and went out of the country a few times. I’ve recorded all of my journeys and even made a few friends along the way. Becoming close with some employees and even a few wrestlers, some wrestlers I grew very close, closer than friends.

I was talking about the one and only Viper, Randy Orton. It all started one drunken night at a bar. A few backstage workers and I were in a group having a few drinks away from the wrestlers. See, Wwe is like high school and the wrestlers are the jocks where the behind the camera workers were the geeks, but without us the superstars would be nothing. No air time, no help promoting themselves out in the world and no media. Some wrestlers had to hire people to run their accounts because they were too busy to do it themselves.

Back at the bar we were mingling amongst ourselves as we heard a loud ‘smack’. Looking down across the room a young blonde had slapped Randy across the face, probably disgusted with his manners and how he approached her. “Your loss, slut.” Randy grumbled loudly into his glass as he took another swig.

“Isn’t he married?” One of the girls asked.

“Yeah, he is. Someone should call his wife and tell him how much of a womanizer he is.” The second female scoffed, looking away from Randy before he made eye contact.

I made a face, I knew being on the road for so long got lonely and seeing these wrestlers getting divorced because they miss their wives or husbands and go out and cheat. “Hmm, I think I’ll take him back to the hotel room.” I mention, grabbing my beer I took one last gulp of it and placed it back on the counter.

“You can’t be serious? What has Randy Orton ever done for you so good?” The male coworker named Jermey asked. “Why be nice to one of the biggest assholes in the business?” He went on.

“Because I’m a nice person and I don’t talk shit about others behind their back. If you have a problem with them, say it to their face. If you don’t have anything nice to say then don’t fucking say anything, simple as that.” I snapped. “Now, excuse me.” I pushed past the small group and made my way to Randy. “Hey, Randy I think you’ve had one too many.”

Randy glared at me with his blood shot eyes. “I think I know when enough is enough.” Randy grumbled.

“Randy, come on, let me drive you to the hotel. You’ll thank me later.” I placed my right hand on his shoulder.

Randy looked up at me and huffed out a breath. “Fine.” He grunted. Straightening up he pulled out his wallet and slapped down a twenty dollar bill on the surface for the bartender. “Keep the change.” He hiccuped.

The drive to the hotel was quiet, I assumed that Randy fell asleep but was soon startled by his gruff voice. “I heard you talking to those losers at the bar.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, peeling my eyes away from the road. I finally looked at him.

“Sticking up to me after they trash talked about me.” He had his head resting against the window, staring out at it. “No one has ever stood up for me. People think I’m a careless asshole, which I know I am but I guess that’s what happens when fame and fortune comes into your life.”

“Well, you just have to teach yourself that not everything is about money.”

Randy sat up in his chair as I pulled into the parking lot of the hotel. “Will you teach me?” His blue eyes sparkled as he looked at me.

I was so dazed and memorized by his features I couldn’t help but to say yes to him. That night Randy was given the best pleasure of his life. Giving Randy a blowjob as his back was pinned to the wall, I was in control. I decided whether he came or not, I was the one building up his release and backing off. Randy has never begged before and he became humbled and caring after that night.

“Hello? Simon, Earth to Simon, hello?”

Snapping out of my thoughts, I cleared my throat and looked at who was calling me. “Yes, Emma?” I asked.

“Dude, you were staring at Randy for like the past five minutes, these cables for the camera aren’t going to wrap up themselves.” She pointed at the cords on the floor.

“Uh, right. Sorry I was just caught up in my thoughts.” I mumbled, leaning down I plucked up the end of the black cord and started to wrap it.

“What made you all so flustered?” A thick voice nearly made me jump out of my skin.

Stopping my work I looked to see Randy, he was out of his wrestling attire and in street clothes, his arms folded over his chest. “Nothing has me flustered.” I blushed, picking up the pace of wrapping the long cord.

“Oh yeah, then why were you staring at me for so long?”

“I was thinking.” I spoke, pausing wrapping up the cords for a second.

“Yeah, about what?” Randy hummed, intrigued by my pondering thoughts.

“I should really get back to work.” I looked back at the long trail of cord.

Randy grabbed me by my chin and made me look at him. “Tell me.” He growled.

I gulped, “okay, okay.” I quickly slapped his hand away from my chin, not wanting anyone to see us. “I was thinking of the very first night I sucked your cock.” I licked my lips, remembering as if it was yesterday but it was months ago.

Ever since that night happened Randy and I booked hotel rooms together and fuck, sometimes we even cuddle. I couldn’t help but to think I was good for Randy, he was nicer in the locker room and even to my work friends. Even though he was married, I did feel bad for having him go behind his wife’s back and cheat. I didn’t support cheating but I couldn’t get enough of Randy.

“Hmm, that night huh? I don’t recall that night ever happening.” Randy teased. “I think we might have to reenact it all, don’t you think?” There was a soft smirk set on his lips. “You know, jogging my memory.”

Gulping, I bit my lip at Randy’s teasing. I slowly nodded my head. “Y- Yeah.” I cleared my throat. “Yeah, I think I can do that.” I smiled. “Let me finish here and I’ll meet you at the hotel, sounds good?”

“Sounds awesome to me.” Randy smiled, looking around the empty hallway he leaned down and placed a soft kiss to my lips. “The room is 313, I’ll see you there, Simon.” He whispered. With that, Randy took a step back and walked away.

Sighing softly, I started to wrap up the cord once more. “Hey, Simon, a few of us are going out to get drinks. Are you down to come?” Dylan asked as a few people were behind him.

I bit my lip, knowing I should decline the offer but it’s been so long since I’ve hung out with friends. Nearly every night I spend it with Randy, one night with my friends wouldn’t hurt. “Yeah, I’m in.” I blurted out, knowing I should have texted Randy about the new plans but I was focusing more on my needs than his.

After a few drinks in the bar, I parked my car in the hotel parking lot. Checking the clock on the dashboard I realized I was two hours late. Gulping, I opened the car door and stumbled out of it. Hiccuping softly, I made my way to the back and grabbed my bag full of clothes. Locking my car I stumbled towards the entrance of the hotel.

I tried walking correctly, not wanting people’s attention. I rushed towards the elevator. As the doors closed I exhaled a soft sigh, I made it this far without anyone questioning me now I just have to make it pass Randy. Hopefully he wouldn’t smell the alcohol on my breath and I could just blame being late due to work, even though I left thirty minutes after speaking with my friends. While working backstage we get things done pretty quick due to everyone wanting to head home early.

As the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, I slowly walked out. I squinted at the bright lights shining down onto me, groaning. I held up my hand, shielding my eyes.

Finally I arrived in front of room 313. I stared at the number, grumbling. “He did say 313, right?” I questioned myself in a buzzed astate. I couldn’t remember. I patted myself down, trying to find the key card, cussing to myself as I remembered Randy didn’t give me one. “Fucker.”

Soon the door swung open quickly and there stood a large figure. “Who’s a fucker, hmm?” Randy asked.

Jumping back slightly, I gripped at the straps on my backpack, avoiding eye contact with him. “No one, no one a fucker.” I swallowed. “Can I come in?”

Randy arched an eyebrow slightly, stepping out to the side a bit he swung the door open more. Clenching the straps of my bag I quickly walked in, hearing Randy shut the door behind me. I placed my bag at the foot of the bed, grabbing fresh boxers. Turning around to head to the bathroom I ran into Randy, slowly looking up at his well built figure. “Where were you?” He asked the question I’ve been dreading.

“Uh, we had a few difficulties packing up. No biggie.” I tried to walk around him but he got in my way.

“Then why do you stink of alcohol?” He growled. “It’s been two hours after we spoke, Simon. No text, no call, no nothing and you come here smelling like liquor and have the audacity to lie right to my face saying you were stuck at work?” Randy snarled.

I couldn’t help but to look down. I knew better than lying to him, he was going to find out the truth, he always did. “My friends asked me to go out with them for a bit after work, I had a few drinks.” I mumbled softly.

“See, wasn’t that hard telling the truth.” He huffed, walking past me. “Take a shower, you smell like a fucking liquor shelf.”

Gripping my boxers tightly in my hand I rushed towards the bathroom and slammed the door shut and locked it. Sighing out softly, Randy had every point being upset with me but I don’t know why I didn’t tell him the truth.

Stepping out of the shower, I dried my body off and pulled up my boxers and walked out into the main room, seeing Randy sitting on the sofa with a glass of scotch. “Come.” His voice was rough.

Swallowing thickly, I walked over towards Randy. “Where’d you get the alcohol?” I asked.

“They have an open bar downstairs for the guests.” Randy hummed, taking a large gulp, finishing off the drink. “Sit.” Taking a seat on the sofa Randy tisked. “Between my legs.” He growled, slightly spreading his legs to make room.

My face heated up as I slid down from the sofa and crawled in between Randy’s large thighs. “Now, why don’t you tell me why you think it’s okay to lie?” Randy hummed, placing the empty glass on the nightstand next to the sofa.

Nibbling on my lip, I was nervous to speak. “I, well.” I stumbled over my words. “I just wanted to hang out with my friends.” I confessed.

“Why didn’t you just text me that? You know I never say no to you.” Randy placed his hand under my chin making me look up at him. “I think I know why you lied.” He looked into my sparkling eyes. “I think you like to be punished, I think you like to live dangerously and try to see if you can get away with it.” Randy chuckled as a pink tint of shade appeared on my cheeks.

He wasn’t wrong, ever since Randy and I became a thing I would be a bit more cockier where he was sweeter than before. “Say I’m right.”

“You’re right.” I nearly whimpered out.

Randy leaned back against the cushions and smirked. “And you’re going to make it up to daddy, aren’t you?”

My mouth became dry, my heart hammered in my chest. I could only nod at this point.

“Good boy.” He smiled, pushing down his shorts. His large cock appeared to be hard, laying against his lower stomach. “I think you know how to make it up to me.” Randy eyed down at his throbbing member, begging to be touched.

Licking my dried lips, I leaned forward. Sticking out my tongue, I slowly licked up his veiny cock. Randy shuttered out a breath, his hand running through my hair giving it a tug. “No teasing.” He warned, eyeing down at me. I couldn’t help but to give him a teasing smirk. Opening my mouth, I wrapped my lips around his mushroom-like head, suckling it softly as my hand wrapped around the base of his cock. Swirling my tongue around his sensitive head, I lapped away at the precum, my hand still jerking the rest of his cock.

“Ah, fuck yes just like that.” Randy moaned, pushing my head downwards, making me take more of his cock. Slightly choking as the tip of his dick touched the back of my throat. “Relax.” Randy reminded me. Breathing through my nose I moaned around his cock, slowly taking the rest of him. “Good.” He praised me at how well I was taking him.

As I bobbed my head up and down his shaft, saliva gathered and coaxed his large dick. Randy grunted and groaned in pure bliss. “Fuck, keep it up don’t stop.” His breathing became heavier as I picked up the pace. “Fuck, you’re going to make me come.”

A loud ringtone startled me as I had Randy’s cock deep down my throat. Randy let out a growl, annoyed that someone was calling and ruining the fun. Grabbing his phone, he huffed at the caller ID. “Fuck, it’s my wife.” He grumbled. He hasn’t talked to her in a few days, he knew if he didn’t answer that she’d know something was going on. He looked down at me as my mouth was stuffed full of his cock, my eyes glossy as I watched him decide what to do. “Keep sucking.” Randy demanded, clicking the green button he raised the phone up to his ear. “Hello?” His voice was deep and full of lust as he spoke.

“Hey baby, it’s been a few days. I was worried why you haven’t called.” His wife’s voice echoed out of the speaker.

“Yeah, well I’ve been busy.” Randy replied, running his hands through my hair. Busy as in he was busy with me.

“Well, the kids are asleep. I was wondering if we could have some one-on one time?” She purred.

Randy rolled his eyes slightly, annoyed that she wanted attention when he was getting his cock sucked. “Way ahead of you, my cock is already out.”

‘And in someone’s mouth.’ I added in my mind.

“Naughty boy, starting without me.” She giggled. Randy cringed at hearing her while he was spending his sexual desires with me.

“Hmm.” He replied, slightly thrusting his hips into my mouth. I gripped at his waist and pinned them against the couch, knowing he would hate that. Randy snarled out at the action I did.

“Fuck baby, I miss you. I’m so wet.” She moaned into the phone.

Randy grunted as my head bobbed up and down, slurping at his cock. “Yeah, I’m fucking hard right now. About to bust any second.” He warned me more so than her. I slowed my pace down, pulling away from his cock, I dragged out my tongue around his red aching tip. “Fu- Fuckin’ hell!” He moaned, trying to buck his hips and break free from my grip.

“Fuck, yes I’m close Randy, I’m close.” His wife moaned over the phone. Randy wasn’t paying attention to her anymore, not when he was getting real action on his cock.

Gathering saliva in my mouth, I spit on his dick and wrapped my hand tightly around it giving it a few strokes. His eyes fluttered shut, he wasn’t even paying attention to his wife anymore. Moans and whines left Randy’s lips as I sucked and licked away at his cock. Moaning at the sweet taste of his pre cpme, I grew needy, wanting his thick come down my throat. Fully pulling my mouth away, I leaned down his shaft and latched my mouth around his heavy balls while my hand kept stroking his cock. “Fuck, yes keep going baby. I’m going to fucking cum!” Randy roared out, tossing his head back over the sofa in bliss.

“Randy? Randy?” His wife called for his attention.

“W- What?” He angrily snapped at her, clearing his throat his balls ached as he was wanting to come.

“I finished a while ago, are you still jerking off?” She asked.

“No, no I finished as well. I’ll let you go. I’ll see you in a few days.” With that Randy clicked the red button, ending the phone call. He tossed his phone on the other end of the love seat. “Keep sucking my cock, whore. Make daddy come.” Randy grabbing my locks, pulling me off of his balls. I opened my mouth and swallowed his cock whole, wasting no time.

As Randy’s fingers had a tight hold on my hair, he used his free hand to slap my hands away from his hips. Breaking free, he started to push his hips upwards making his cock go down my throat roughly. “Fuck Simon, you take my cock so fucking well.”

Taking Randy’s large cock was painful on my throat but made my cock pleasurably hard in my pants. Hoping to have a reward after this throat fucking but I knew I wouldn’t be getting anything soon after lying to him.

Randy rammed his dick once, twice and a third time before pausing. His dick twitches violently in my throat. I ripped his cock out from my mouth. “Come here.” He growled, pulling my close he jerked his cock off furiously. “Fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming.” He moaned. Pushing my back slightly I had my chest revealed. Hot spurts of come hit my chest.

Come kept spewing from his aching cock all over my chest. “Perfect, now everyone will smell my spunk on you.” Randy laughed, taking a look at his art. I looked down at my chest, his come spelling out ‘RKO’ over my board chest.

I blushed at how he marked me as his.

Randy smirked at my flushed face and gaping mouth as I panted for air. He pulled up his shorts, giving my hair a soft ruffle. “Don’t fucking lie to me next time.” He kissed the top of my head. “If you do it again, the next punishment I won’t be so forgiving.”

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scuderiahoney · 5 days

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I find this discussion kinda hypocritical coming from anyone in the fanfic community. A community that in the last several years has continuously put more and more content behind paywalls like Patreon for a similar amount, of commissions. When the entire point of fanfic has always been about a free and inclusive community. And when those of us that even have the nerve to say hey, why are we paying for fics this doesn’t seem right. Were told to shut up and support artists or don’t bother commenting. At least what Shane/Ryan are doing is an original idea, and has a business to support. That’s their main source of income. I’d be more likely to pay for their content than fanfic. So if you view what Ryan and Shane are doing as a money grab, you have to extend that same energy to authors who are making money off of fanfic

hmmmmmm okay! i can sort of see where you’re coming from with this. here’s where i disagree.

first: they ARE making money already. they make money off of YouTube ads and sponsor deals and any of the other ways YouTubers have been making money for years. fanfic can’t be monetized in that way- we don’t get money from ads on tumblr, and god knows there’s no ads on ao3. you could maybe say the money they make on youtube isn’t enough, or that they’re trying to grow the company, except that they stated in their own video that they’ve hired 25 people as the company grew. and from their personal instagrams and the things they talk about doing, money doesn’t seem to be a struggle for them. who knows, maybe it is- i’m unaware of their personal lives. but THAT’S where i’m coming from when i call it a money grab.

second: when we talk about fanfic writers putting things behind paywalls, at least from what I’ve seen, it’s almost never all of their content! it’s, as you said, things like commissions, which are reserved for when someone has a specific request for a specific story. as a writer, requests are HARD! others might reserve specific content for things like a patreon. which is something i’m pretty sure watcher was already doing?? & i support that method whole heartedly. i think it’s a great model. i’ll admit that a lot of my feelings on it earlier were based on the statement that they would be pulling all of their old content from YouTube, which they have since retracted (but it WAS in the original variety article). that part felt like a huge money grab to me. content that we have watched for years and supported (& in the case of shows like too many spirits, been a part of) was set to be put behind a paywall when it wasn’t originally. it rubbed me the wrong way.

third: this is just my opinion on the situation! you’re entitled to yours too! but i’m sort of unsure why you’re bringing it to me specifically- I’ve never had a patreon/ko-fi or anything like that. i fully support authors who do! fanfic can take some serious work & some people out here create wonderful masterpieces & i cannot blame them for asking to be compensated for it. the recent conversation i’ve seen around patreon etc for fic has come out of having works repeatedly stolen and reposted, which is NEVER okay. also! there’s a cost of living crisis. things are tough for a lot of people right now. we are making ends meet however we can. the guys at watcher, frankly, don’t seem to have that issue.

i’m finding myself really frustrated by the sentence “at least what Shane/ryan are doing is an original idea”- maybe i’m reading too much into the tone here, it’s hard to tell over the internet. but that feels a little rude to fic writers, honestly. there is plenty of fanfic out there that consists of original ideas, and this feels like a bit of a slap in the face to include here.

idk. i’m frustrated by this ask bc i try very hard to create a inclusive place here on tumblr, and i see a TON of my fellow creators on here doing the same. i can understand that we have different opinions on this, but i hope you can understand where i’m coming from too when i say parts of this ask felt unnecessarily mean spirited towards fic writers. i really have loved the content watcher has put out- and i feel i’m a bit of an outlier, here, when i say this goes for all three of the guys: Ryan, Shane, and Steven. but right now i’m feeling not thrilled about the whole thing.

#box box #anon #non f1 #eat the rich or whatever tbh #sorry this got long

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love for rose (2)

synopsis ~ when ran needed time alone, he’d go to a vacant spot at the top of roppongi, where he grew up. what he didn’t know, was another person knew about it as well.

model!ran x artist!reader

you were freaking. the fuck. out.

you had quite literally no idea the respectful man you met last night with that wonderful sandwich was ran haitani.

at all.

when it registered in your mind, you ran to your best friend’s studio and paced up and down while rambling.

mitsuya sighed, dropping the pencil he was previously using to sketch and looking up at you.

“you have money?” mitsuya asked, leaning back into his seat with a frustrated hand coursing though his hair.

you paused, looking at him with confused eyes.

“not.. really. why?” you asked, putting your hands on your hips.

“you’re going to make a dent in my fucking floor, n/n.” mitsuya said, pointing to said floor.

you looked down, and sighed, plopping onto the couch hakkai was damn near passed out on.

he groaned, pushing his hair out of his face to look up at you with annoyed and tired eyes.

“you guys don’t get it! he’s actually ran fucking haitani.” you exclaimed, slapping the couch to emphasize.

“s’nothing. i work with him sometimes.” hakkai said, lifting you off him so he could turn over onto his back.

mitsuya hummed in agreement, looking back down at the item he was working on for someone’s photo shoot.

“besides. what’s so bad about him?” mitsuya asked, looking up at you for a split second.

you sighed in annoyance. “he’s a fucking charmer. he goes for any and every girl he meets.” you said, looking at the two.

“guys too.” hakkai said, looking at you from behind his phone.

you groaned, flicking the back of his phone so it fell on his face with a quiet thud.

“i’ll just avoid him. that’s all.” you said, shaking your head.

mitsuya rolled his eyes, checking the time and chuckling.

“then you might wanna leave now. he’s coming to get measured in 10.” mitsuya said, getting up and grabbing a bottle, spraying both you and hakkai.

it was clearly water with how he carelessly sprayed you like you were a cat.

you got up, sticking the middle finger up at him and grabbing your things as quick as possible.

“ah. you’re early. i’m assuming luna let you right up?” mitsuya said, his voice switching up ever so slightly.

“yeah sorry. kinda drove too fast.” the familiar voice chuckled lightly, making you pause in your footsteps.

it was him. he was here.

ran walked towards the coat rack and hung up his sweater, placing his bag right next to it.

“you didn’t tell me it was a public show.” ran joked, looking at you and hakkai with a friendly grin.

the same one he gave you last night.

“i was uhm.. just leaving.” you said quickly, looking towards mitsuya who was standing with his hands on his hips.

ran looked at you, a little shocked to see you in the studio he was usually getting his clothes from.

“rose. hey.” ran smiled, a pink blush dusting over his ears.

you waved slightly, starting to head down to the main part of the building.

“wait.” ran called from behind you, making you (almost) immediately stop in your tracks to face him.

“can we talk?” ran asked, suddenly standing from his seat.

all eyes were on the two of you, making you feel the slightest bit nervous. you nodded, and mitsuya gestured for hakkai to follow.

when you were alone, ran put his hands in his pockets, staying quiet.

“when were you going to tell me?” you asked, crossing your arms in a defensive way.

ran sighed, leaning back against the wall.

“i don’t know i just- i look up to you. i love your art.” ran said, pointing his phone towards you.

his lock screen was digital art that you had personally commissioned to someone. what was his name...

random.. rango... rin.. rindou.

“i personally commissioned that to someone else long time ago. how’d you get it?” you asked, crossing your arm with a small glare.

ran blinked a bit, before laughing nervously. you tapped your foot. you were losing patience quickly.

“i might’ve uh.. made my brother order for me.” ran said, chewing on his thumb slightly.

you couldn’t believe he was a fan for so long.

“i’m sorry but.. it’s not everyday someone as well known as me meets their idol that doesn’t fan over them.” ran said, looking at you.

he had a good point. since he was so well known, he had to resort to multiple hoodies and sunglasses, masks on occasion.

so when he met you last night and you treated him like any other human, he got a bit too excited.

you sighed, shaking your head. “make it up to me.” you said, fixing your stance and relaxing the muscles on your face.

“alice in borderland.” ran said, snapping his fingers with a grin. you raised your eyebrow, partially confused.

“what?” you asked, trying to think of something that you knew related with the sentence.

“it’s a show my brother wants to watch with me, but he’ll survive.” ran explained, laughing quietly.

you nodded, checking the time and chewing on your lip.

“how about 5?” you asked, tilting your head.

he checked the time on his watch. it was only 3:15 on the afternoon.

“you’ve got a deal. I’ll pick you up.” ran grinned, flicking your forehead before turning to get mitsuya from eavesdropping waiting.

you sat on the phone with mitsuya, only in your bra and panties with your arms crossed in annoyance.

you didn’t have a outfit to put on to go to ran’s house, and mitsuya couldn’t help you decide.

you didn’t think this far ahead at all.

“how did you go from wanting to ghost him to stressing over a outfit?” mitsuya asked, highly confused.

you groaned, tossing yet another outfit onto your bed. “that’s besides the point!” you exclaimed, looking back at your phone.

mitsuya chuckled, starting to pay more attention to you. you went back into your closet to look at outfits.

“if you’re only going to watch a movie, that outfit with the crocs i got you for your birthday would look good.” mitsuya said, pointing towards your bed.

you peaked out your closet following his hands. but all you really saw was the bunch of clothes you had scattered on the bed.

“what?” you asked, turning back in the closet to pull out the white crocs mitsuya got you for your birthday.

they were designed with your initials at the side, the jibbitz being anime related and some just being for jokes.

mitsuya sighed quietly, muttering something along the lines of not knowing why he puts up with you.

“the demon slayer shirt and the grey polo sweats.” mitsuya said.

you picked up the outfit and looked in the mirror, tilting your head and nodding to yourself lightly.

“okay i like. i like a lot.” you said, turning a bit. mitsuya laughed quietly, your phone dinging three times.

you picked it up, seeing messages start to pile in from ran.

ran <3 im hereee for youuu but im coming to the door i have a surprise for you ;)

your eyes widened as you looked at your figure. you weren’t even dressed a bit!

you tossed your phone and started to slide on your clothes, picking up your socks and running to the front door.

you swung the door open and seen ran waiting at the door, holding a bouquet of pink and purple flowers.

your eyes widened, as you took it from his hands in pure shock. he actually bought you flowers.

“zinnias and violets. they stand for respect and affection.” ran said with a short smile, not taking his eyes off your shirt.

you nodded with a soft smile, walking into your kitchen and filling up a vase your mother got you.

“you watch demon slayer?” ran asked, pulling at your shirt lightly.

you nodded with a smile, putting the flowers into the vase. “love the show.” you replied, putting the vase down and facing him.

“me too.” ran said, lifting his phone to show off the muichiro phone case he had.

your eyes widened as you took it from his hand with a soft smile.

“where’d you get this from? i’ve wanted something like this for forever.” you said, spinning his phone slightly.

ran laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “i got it custom made.” ran said, watching his phone in your hands.

“you can have it. i have others.” ran lied, gesturing to the phone case.

it was the only one he had, and muichiro was quite literally, his favorite character out of the series.

but he could make an exception for you.

just what were you doing to his heart?

~ tagsss ~ @a-cosmicdawn @reiners-milkbiddies

#ran x reader #tokyo revengers ran #ran haitani #ran haitani x reader #long hair ran #Tokyo Revengers #tokyo rev x you #mitsuya takashi #hakkai shiba #fluff #series

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creepybaesment · 1 year

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Alright because I have to go back to sleep I'm posting my best written bits of my story. cussing ensues because burnt bastard. Also talk of depression and thoughts of death, so read with warning. oh yes and demeaning and dehumanizing things said along with a slur, abuse menton as well. I do not support the harm of people or the people who say these things. I write because that's how I feel I'll reach people the best so we have less of those people in our world.

I am not fluent in Korean so I'm sorry if it's not perfect. I'm using a translator, not google translate, and I make sure to change it back to english to make sure it makes sense. sorry it's long.

A smile graces my lips as I see people gawking, at the buildings, and train lines. Everything here looks different to them- it looks like home.

“안녕하세요 히어로즈 커미션 스쿨과 함께 하시나요?” The teacher turns around, to be greeted with an hero from here, if I remember right his hero name’s 구리. The teacher pulls out a phone, I walk up before he uses informal greetings,

“안녕하세요 학교와 함께합니다. 만나서 반갑습니다 쿠퍼씨,” I hope my mother tongue isn’t too rusty, as I bow politely.

“청년 만나서 반갑습니다. 내가 당신을 알고 있습니까?” Oh I seem to forget I’m a clone of my mother. Heh it’s been that long.

“예, 당신은 우리 어머니와 함께 일합니다, 나는 그녀의 장남입니다”

“달빛의 자유?” he asks, Dalbich-ui Jayu, I can’t honestly remember the last time someone’s called me by my proper name. It feels so right, so gentle, like being in my mothers arms again, her voice weaving me into sleep. I can feel the smile of euphoria on my face as I say

“그래, 그래 난,” A smile shows on ˈKäpər’s face.

“네 엄마가 널 그리워했어, 아들아,” it feels nice to be called son by someone who's never hurt me.

“나도 그녀가 그리웠어 그녀는 그녀인가?” I ask.

“그녀는 될 것입니다 그동안 그들은 우리 언어를 알고 있습니까?” ˈKäpər asks.

“No, none at all,” I smile, I can feel Falk and Shant inching closer to me.

“Ah that’s too bad my english is lacing,” ˈKäpər’s voice is heavy with accent, and tired boredom at the americans. It’s funny no one would ever dare talk like this to the commissions hero teachers and heroes and training, we were meant to be the best in slot are we not? There’s a hushed laugh from somewhere above. The smile on my face grows bigger. The teacher turns around, red angry.

“I will not be made a fool of Tannafinn, get right here right now, I don’t care if you're Korean or some shit, it’s informal and rude to interrupt your elder and teacher.”

Mood swings aren’t uncommon for me, in fact they’re more than common. It's a day to day chore of making sure to not go manic while not getting myself so down I want to kill myself. So when I’m suddenly spitting in at rage my teacher, it doesn’t surprise anyone, not even ˈKäpər. He knew me when I was like seven. I was probably so much worse. I remember I was snarky, snappy, salty, and sarcastic, I can practically feel the migraine my mother always had with me around. I mean I am still those things but I’m not giving my mother the migraine anymore I’m giving it to myself.

“Well I’m sorry if I took the time out of my day to properly introduce the commission to Korea’s number two,” I snarl out, trying with all the best of my willpower to not slap him in the face. Rose, the teacher, looks at me with disgust.

“No wonder they call you a porcelain whore,” he waved his hand off. “your all looks and no bones, easy to break, useless other than for praise.” The fast suck of heat under my skin is burning, quite literally. Fire comes with every exhale I take, every fiber in my body wants him to burn alive, but that won’t sit well. I exhale again, trying to not let impulses take over common sense, it’s not going to work much longer, and Rose wants me to snap so he can prove himself right and so he could punish me, without it looking weird, he’d better be damn happy he’s rich.

“Oh so you’re the Rose bastard, get out of here ass-hat, let us teach the kids that's what you drop ‘em off for right?” Her voice is stern, and hard, but oh god it’s home and pure happiness. Rose scuttles off scared. She lands down, and pop’s her nucleus.

“So you're the American hero traineses? You all look like a breeze could blow you across the city,” She’s well built, short and a bit stocky. Her hair has pure white streaks but a mostly dark blonde-brown red. Her smile’s wry and strong.

“Well hello, nice to meet you. I'm Valerian, the top ranked hero in Korea and Third world wide,” I love her smile. I could see some of mine in it too, like she had given her smile to me.

“That’s only on popularity rankings right your so short you can be that good of a hero” Her smile gets more wry.

“You’re wrong kid, here in Korea, we don’t do polls by popularity, or salary, it’s pure raw numbers of how many we’ve saved, same for the world rankings” Blare the boy who had said that looked dumbfounded that a woman stood up to him, yeah he’s the class bully if you couldn’t tell.

“You seem smug,” Falk pointed out.

“Oh I’m oh so very smug right now” I hear Shant talking with ˈKäpər. A few sidekicks come up and start the god forbid tour. I hate tours, the feeling gets worse when I’ve lived in the place before. I sigh a bit too hard. I double down coughing. I’m acutely aware of how everything is spinning, and I can feel more than taste the blood coming up past my lungs. I can hear people mildly panicking around me, it’s on deaf ears, I can only make out the sound of my own coughing. A few minutes later I find myself sitting on the cleared out road with, my mother, Shant, Falk and ˈKäpər checking if I’m okay. I spit out the last bit of blood coming up for now.

“엄마,” tears spark in her eyes, and she smiles, her hand reaches out and presses on the burned side of my cheek. I lean into the comfort. I dimly note that in the past at least eight years, I’ve been the one cupping someone else’s face and letting them lean on me.

“엄마 나 또 몇살이야?”

“열일곱” her smile’s dim and sad, and how can it not be, I’ve got less than four years of life left in my damn body. I lean into her further, breaking into a hug.

“엄마 빨리 못와서 미안해” I cry a little, it really hurts. I wish I had more time, I’ve always wished I had more time. I’m not living past twenty one, if I even make it there. It hurts me that I want to stay here and get those surgeries that will fix me a little so I can have more time.

I want more time. More time to be loved. More time to give love. I want to be human again. I want more time so I can see all my siblings graduate and the smiles on their faces.

I want more time to see my mom live and go. I want more time so that she doesn’t have to spend her last years in the morning. I want more time from the world to help fix it. I want more time.

I want more time to be with Shnat seeing his eyes light up with joy. I want more time to see his face when he’s crying, I want more time to see wrinkles grow in his hands. I want more time to see his hair go gray and white.

I want more time to see Falk’s eyes grow shiney and old. I want more time to see the day Falk can take off his shirt and love his own body. I want more time to see Falk sit up after top surgery and have a bare chest. I want more time to see my mom love again. I want more time so I can thank Cinsin for saving me.

I want more time to see that young trans man become a hero everyone loves, and for his family to know his name Kalmiti. I want more time. I want to grow old. I want to feel loss and grief. I want to heal from that loss. I want time to see a world that has laws to keep heroes kid’s safe. I want more time. I want more time. It’s stupid really. I know it is, but can’t you help but wish for something you’ll never get? I want to get married, I want to adopt kids I can see myself in. I want to help them, so they never have to walk up to the public saying they were lying about their father shooting them.

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry it has to be this way” I can hear that she’s crying. I look up and wipe my tears.

“Thank you momma, I‘m sorry I can’t stay longer” I’m not going to kill myself, I don’t know why I say it. Maybe it’s what both of us need to hear. That we love each other and that we don’t want the other to leave. We’re all going to die sooner or later. It just happens to be too soon for some.

#angst #creative writing #i love you so im going to give you the worst trauama and life ever writing style #gay boys #girl boss #magic and hero society

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magpiing · 3 years

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some drawings for avian august!!

#someone slap me in the face so i work on my last commission #magpi art #avian august #birds #bird art #bird illustration

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mobagehelllocal · 3 years

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"lucky ending" ver iii - rook & lilia

commissioned by @hanafubukki

A/N: Why is it ver iii you ask? Because I finished it first. Why didn't you title it as v ii then? It's so that I'd get iffy and try to finish v ii ... That being said, my sincerest thanks to hanafubukki, who, without their absolute patience and support these two stories would not have been possible. Thank you so much, this is absolutely dedicated to you.

additional pieces: ver i (dorm leaders), ver ii (???), ver iii (this)

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“Hey, did you know?”

You looked up from your meal to see a grinning Ace.

“Well… you haven’t told me what this is about Ace.” you finally said in a dry tone. “So, no—I wouldn’t.” Beside you, Epel’s lips curled up in amusement.

“Are you sassing me?” Ace squinted at you.

“Who could say.” you shrugged your shoulders. “Anyways, what is it?” Ace studied you for a couple more seconds before he too seemed to ‘shrug’ it off and continue.

“There’s actually a tradition in Twisted Wonderland during graduation season.” Ace’s smile turned wicked, as he raised his hand and tugged at a button on his shirt.

“Please don’t strip. Nobody needs to see that.” you said—Deuce promptly choked on his food and Grim snickered beside you. On his other side, Jack sighed as he patted the man on his back.

“It’s not that!” Ace scowled. “Sweet Queen, if you keep going on like that, I swear—”

“Sorry, sorry.” you raised your hands—palms up. “So, what is it?”

“This button.” he pointed at the second button from the top. “Well, for NRC, they go with the fifth button—but either way…” Sebek leaned forward in interest.

“Is this the button tradition?” his eyes sparkled, “you see, I was thinking of giving—”

“It doesn’t work like that Sebek.” Ace said—at which the Diasomnia student immediately deflated in response.

"People give this out at graduation.” Ace continued. “It’s like the last chance to confess–before you leave the school life behind.”

‘Last chance huh…’ you thought, as you remembered Crowley’s words from the other day.

“In my generosity, I have found a way to bring you back home… but…” the Headmaster peered at you with glowing eyes. “Something tells me you don’t want that anymore.”

“And because I’m so generous… I will let you decide what you wish to do.” his eyes brightened behind his mask. “I hope to hear from you soon…”

"Why not the first button?” you couldn’t help but ask. Ace, who had just finished recounting how many buttons he had given out in his last graduation was startled by your question.

“Err…” Ace scratched the back of his head. “I dunno?”

“It’s the second button, because on the regular school uniform… it’s closest to the heart. Because graduations at NRC are in the summoning robes—that means the fifth button.” Jack finally spoke up, “what normally happens is… someone confesses, and the other party decides whether or not to give the button. When the other party gives their button—it means they return the love of the person who confessed.” Grim’s face twisted at that.

“In conclusion… disgusting.” Epel shrugged his shoulders, before he shot Jack a look. “I’m surprised you, of all people know that.” Jack’s whole body twitched, and his tail bristled in response.

“So. you were being a little shit.” Deuce told Ace.

“Yeah Ace, you’re an asshole.” Grim huffed.

“Not true, all of the people who wanted my heart, got it~” Deuce grimaced in disgust at his roommate’s response. On his other side, Sebek shifted upright.

“I don’t care what you all say, I’m giving—”

“Sebek, no.”

As your friends erupted into chaos your hands fell on top of your second button and you fiddled with it thoughtfully.

—

The colours of dusk dyed the Pomefiore courtyard in brilliant shades of orange and violets.

It made him breathless.

‘When something ends, it must be sad. So, tell me then, how an ending could be so beautiful?’

“—ok! Rook!”

Slap.

Rook blinked blankly as he realized his face was turned harshly to the side. He raised a hand to touch his face and felt that it was warm due to the harsh slap delivered by—

“Are you finally able to listen to me, Rook?”

He faced forward to see that the beautiful face of Vil Schoenheit was twisted in a look of disapproval. It took only a second before Rook managed to pull on the smile he always used to placate his Dorm Leader.

“Roi du Poison!” Rook sang, a hand on his chest and another extended outward, “Our Beautiful Vil! I apologize! I was so distracted by the way the twilight has coloured our beloved dorm, that I was caught utterly speechless!” Vil tilted his head and scowled at his Vice… former Vice Dorm Leader.

“Oh, please do not lie to me, Rook.” Vil fixed his ceremonial robes idly, as he repositioned the hood on his shoulders. “You were thinking of something… No, someone else.” He narrowed his eyes on the hunter. Rook briefly wondered if he was eyeing the creases in his own ceremonial robes. “Exactly what, however…” He let his sentence hang, suspended in a moment of silence. Beautiful Vil stared at him—and Rook realized that the man would not let this go. Would no longer let this go. At that realization, Rook’s hands fell to his sides and his shoulders slumped.

“I did not think you would notice a thing, Roi du Poison.” He admitted rather lamely. His eyes flickered off again, in the direction of a certain dorm…

“Do not insult me Rook. Of course, I would notice. I have known you for so long…” Vil sighed before he snapped. “Now out with it, what exactly is your problem?”

“Well…”

When it had been time for Rook to choose his internship, he had done so in his typical fashion—an eager single mindedness for the sake of something he considered beautiful. His internship would take him to faraway places—so much so that it would become difficult for him to keep in contact with his family and his peers. He had known (thought) that it wouldn’t matter too much for him. While Rook could enjoy being in a crowd—he was more of a solitary creature.

After all, the hunt is best done alone.

And it was fine in the beginning. He was able to throw himself into his internship with all his love and his energy. His supervisors were winded but amazed at his devotion to learning everything he could from them.

“Because what you do here is beautiful and there is nothing, I love more than seeing beauty—in all its shapes, sizes… forms—! How could I call myself la chasseur d’amour if I do not chase after that which I love~?” He had explained to them, and they had shaken their heads in bemusement over him. Then they shrugged—at least he was enthusiastic.

He did not know what had caused it. But in the middle of exploring a forest, there at the edges of the Land of Pyroxene—he is hit with the sudden thought of you.

It causes him to stumble on his step, for his inhale to be a little sharper—and a hand coming up to cover his mouth as he coughed in surprise. There is a knot in his chest that makes him think of the way you would look at him if you were with him at that moment. You would probably be nervous—uncertain about the situation you were in but…

You would take his hand. And he would assure you that all would be well.

He blinked, dazed. The image of you standing before him faded away as all distractions do.

When he wondered to himself why he remembered you—he had thought that perhaps it was because you were one of his fascinations; and Rook Hunt was a man controlled by his need to understand everything that drew his interests.

But why then? At that time?

He had taken his internship to satisfy his fascinations for so many other things and you—

You and your allure were currently a thousand miles away.

There should be no reason for you to continue to dwell in his thoughts… for he had already learned everything about you.

When something (or someone) drew his interest, he would consume all the knowledge he could from observing them. When that was finished—

His eyes would simply fall onto another prey.

You were his last fascination back at Night Raven College—just before his internship began.

So why then did he look back now? So why then is he remembering all the ways you looked at him? In the beginning—your eyes were filled with confusion. There was a time you regarded him with wariness. Then there came a time you peered at him with acceptance… with amusement. With admiration and even with fondness.

You had looked at him with worry in your eyes as well. So many things were left unspoken as he went away for his trip.

‘Perhaps it is that.’ He had concluded at that time. ‘Perhaps my research on you isn’t quite finished yet.’ He attempted to dismiss it as such. Often, he’ll suddenly remember a person who he had once given his attention to. Often it would just be him attempting to see if they had changed in any way and… Perhaps it was the same with you. He nodded to himself. Now that he has figured that out—you would likely stop interrupting his thoughts… It would let him focus on the hunt once more.

At least that is what he told himself but—

The moment he remembered you—you would no longer leave him alone.

Sometimes he would see you at the edge of his vision, standing there with gentle acceptance on the quirk of your lips. Sometimes he would feel your hand in his as he began to smell the homely scent of Ramshackle after a long day of schoolwork. There were the times he had mistaken the song of a bird for the way you would call out to him; and then the times when his thoughts wander to the taste of sunshine on the bright days you two would share.

Something in him began to hunger. To see you, as you are—without you fading away like a daydream. To really feel the press of your hand against his own, to be enveloped in the scent of Ramshackle—one he so strongly associated with your own. To hear your voice, speak his name again—and for the taste of days spent with you.

Suddenly the internship he did not want to end—could not end any faster.

And yet once he had gone back to Night Raven College—restless with the need to soak in your presence—not even a thought to if you would want to see him only to realize that you—

You were avoiding him.

Rook Hunt was not a person easily hurt. He had the tendency to be blunt and his desire for knowledge has let him step on several people’s toes. He was used to being avoided—in fact, it was a thing that brought him excitement.

It was a part of the hunt.

And yet—yet with you—

To know you were avoiding him made him… feel. Something. He cannot quite pinpoint what it is. It surely did not feel like fascination anymore—

There was nothing more important to him than which draws his fascinations—so what have you become then? What lies beyond his whimsical interest in you?

“You’re a bigger fool than I thought you were, Rook.” His Queen’s voice made him crash down to reality. He blinked in surprise—his lips fell into a perfect o as he studied Vil’s irate expression. Ah, had he spoken without thinking?

“Are fools not entertaining to you, my Queen?”

“Perhaps I found it amusing once... however, for someone who calls himself la chasseur d’amour…” The syllables of the foreign language drip off Vil’s tongue like honey. His Queen’s lips curled into a saccharine smile. “You don’t know the first thing about love, do you?” Rook blinked startled—

“Love?” He echoed, winded.

“Love.” Vil peered at him, there was something smug in the curl of His Queen’s lips—but he was unable to examine it further because Vil gestured at him to face forward. With him being as distracted as he was—he had failed to realize that they had arrived at the Pomefiore Lounge.

And standing by one of the great windows was Monsieur Cherry Apple… and you.

“Senior Vil, Senior Rook.” Epel greeted, a sweet smile on his face. “Senior Vil, as you requested.” Epel then waved towards you. You, who had been carefully avoiding his gaze by fixing your own, to the ground.

“Congratulations on your graduation!” Your voice faltered before you went quiet. Rook peered at you—the beginning of a frown tilted the corner of his lips. He could see the sweat drip from your forehead, the way your fingers and feet fidgeted… As someone who spent so much time observing people, he knew you wanted to run.

But why…?

(“Come Epel. Leave them be. There are things I need to discuss with you…” Epel looked at the two of you—quietly standing across each other. He had never seen Rook so quiet before—and this was unlike every other time that the older man was hunting. And then there was you… Queen, you worried them all… ‘But if there’s anyone who could cheer you up…’ he bumped his shoulder roughly against Rook. Enough to pull the older man out of his thoughts to meet his junior’s eyes.

‘Take care of my friend.’ Epel’s eyes narrowed, before he followed Vil.)

Confusion mixed with amusement bubbled up within Rook… How beaute! For the boy—nay, the man to challenge Rook like that… It could almost make him weep from the beauty of your friendship! ‘If Monsieur Cherry Apple challenged me like that… then it is only right that I face his challenge head on—!’ He dragged his eyes back down to your fidgeting form.

“Mon Monarque… It is a pleasure to finally speak with you.” You flinched at his words. “I feel as if you were avoiding me these past few days.”

“I wasn’t—!” you looked up—eyes glassy with unshed worries—but Rook’s knowing gaze made you falter. “… No, you’re right… I’m sorry. I’ve been very unfair, haven’t I?” you smiled weakly.

“As we all are, Mon Monarque.” This time you finally meet his gaze with those wet eyes of yours. “I believe I have been quite unfair with you as well. There were things you must’ve expected me to say back then…” He raised his hand, and happy that you were not flinching away, laid it on your cheek. “How you’ve tested me these past few days, mon amour!”

“Normally,” he began. “One such as I enjoy the thrill of the chase. You would not be the first to run from me… but…” he stroked your cheek with his thumb. “Once it was you who was running from la chasseur d’amour… once it was you, who began to avoid me…” his lips curled downward again—in memory of the past week… “It did not excite me, mon amour—instead… it filled me with dread.” At his words, your eyes burned, and your lower lip trembled.

“Sorry… I’m sorry.” Your voice is faint. “Please… let me explain.” And you do. You tell him what the headmaster had told you—about how you could go home now. You tell him about your conflicted feelings—about wanting a reason to stay but thinking about your family. All the while, he stroked your cheek in encouragement.

Beyond your shoulder, through the large windows—Rook could see the way the sun finally, completely dipped past the horizon. The light framed you completely, it made you look like some heavenly beauty who descended upon the earth. It was your mercy that allowed you to appear before him like this. In the brevity of the light illuminating him—You dazzle him—you blind him.

You made him breathless.

In this moment… he could lose you, couldn’t he?

Ba dump.

His eyes widened as the beat of his heart went unsteady at that realization.

Ba dump dump.

In that moment he realized that your time together could end. Yet, framed by the light—you were so beautiful.

‘When something ends, it must be sad. So, tell me then, how an ending could be so beautiful?’

He found himself lacing your fingers together before falling to one knee before you. You faltered in your words as he tightened his hold on your hands. Ah—so, this is why he couldn’t stop thinking about you. So, this is what Vil meant—when he called him a fool.

‘But there was one ending that was beautiful, non?’

“Rook…?”

“Mon monarque… Please forgive me for leaving you so. Perhaps I have no right to ask you for this but… would you please let me stay with you from now on?” He whispered as he peppered kisses against your palms.

“Rook—!?”

“…Mon amour, I feel faint at the thought of living in a world where you no longer exist.”

“Rook… you’re saying that you…” your eyes became even more glassy. He reaches down to his outfit and with a quick snap—removes the button closest to his heart—and pressed it into your hands.

“Tell me your answer, mon amour. I will accept it but… know…. I do not call myself la chasseur d’amour lightly. For the prize I am hunting now, is your heart.” You blink, and the glassy look in your eyes—shattered as tears slipped down your cheeks. “I will not give it up.”

‘That’s right. ‘They lived happily ever after’—are those not the words that define a beautiful ending?’

—

Nothing lasts forever.

Lilia Vanrouge was definitely the last person to think that.

But being aware of that doesn’t make it any easier for him. Perhaps it makes it worse. Lilia is used to losing people. They have either died too young or he has lived for too long. And when you’re his age you can’t help but begin to brace yourself for the inevitable—for the time you lose people as if they were dying like flies.

So when you waltz into his life here at Night Raven College—Lilia had an idea about how you might just ruin him.

It’s the curiosity that sparkled in your eyes. It’s the lilt in your voice that he cannot place anywhere in Twisted Wonderland.

You did not belong to this world.

But it was also for that same reason that Lilia was drawn to you.

Perhaps he had multiple interests throughout his centuries of loneliness… but you were the first bright spark in a millennia.

Your light was different from the way Malleus… Silver and Sebek shined for him. They were family. They were a constant source of light in the darkest of days. And—he would have them for longer. He would be with Malleus for centuries—he would have Silver and Sebek for their lifetimes.

But you—your light was akin to a shooting star. If he so much as blinked—if he took his eyes off you—if he looked at you a second too late—

He would instantly lose your light.

And shooting stars do not leave anything behind.

There would be no way to follow after you once you’ve gone.

That is why, while you still glimmered in this world of Twisted Wonderland—

He would relish in the way—

You made the world pause.

You made a moment extend into an eternity.

You made an immortal crave just a little more time.

But he would also brace himself—

Because the world will continue to spin.

Because a moment will always fade away.

Because there is never enough time.

So when you came to him (right before his graduation too—robes of black ink and spun gold spread around him on the couch), your eyes wet with your worries while your lips spilled the damning words of the Headmaster—he knew.

“In my generosity, I have found a way to bring you back home…”

He knew that the moments he spent with you had ultimately concluded.

He could already see it—the world dimmed as your bright light shot off into the distance. Ready to burn brilliantly for another world… while he must drift into an eternity with your glow haunting him beyond his closed lids.

‘Nothing lasts forever,’ Lilia thought—wistfully. ‘All things will come to an end.’

He knew what you came here for.

You wanted a reason to stay.

But this was something Lilia can not—no—will not give you.

“—And it’s insane, Lilia. I can’t believe—he just—I don’t know what to do—I—what do I do—?” Finally your eyes fall on him and instinctively your heart sunk. You didn’t know why but… perhaps it’s because you knew him so well by now and…

He gazed at you; expression surprisingly solemn and empty. It scared you. Lilia has never looked at you like this before—to your knowledge, you’ve never seen him wear such a grave expression on his face.

“Child.” You flinched immediately, eyes wide—and beginning to sting already. You tensed in your seat and the fairy in front of you sighed deeply. “Child, this is something I cannot give you an answer to.”

“W—what?” You sputtered, your eyes began to water. “But—”

Lilia—sweet, all-knowing—brilliant Lilia. He, who you always felt,had the answers in this world. He, who you felt safest with… Who was always able to explain things to you—

For once he had nothing to say?

“But nothing.” He said—voice light, gentle—almost as if scared that if he spoke with any more force you would shatter before him.

Who were you kidding?

You’ve already begun to shatter.

“My dear one, this is not my choice to make.” He insisted lightly, red eyes gleamed in the dim light of Diasomnia’s lounge area. “It is your own.”

Lilia’s brows furrowed as he watched your expression shift—from sadness, to confusion, pain—and… He did his best to stiffen himself and not attempt to gather you in his arms. To give you all the reasons to stay—

“It is not my choice to make… but I can give you advice.”

“Then give it. Please.” Your voice faltered in that way he knew that the tears were coming. He did his best not to be swayed. Not when such an important decision is laid before you…

“I believe you should go home.” He answered, and your head snapped upright. Shock coloured your whole face.

“Lilia—you—why would you—” you began to cry but he held up a hand.

“My dear, I have lived a long life full of loss.” He paused, “I will continue to live with loss at my side but you…” he raised his hand, leant forward to cup your cheek—and wiped away a tear right before it fell down the curve of your face. “You have not lived that life, child. Not yet. It is not something I would wish on anyone.” ‘Most especially you.’ He thought fiercely.

“You have a chance to find family again. That is good. I believe you should do it. Go home and reunite with them. It is not yet too late for you.” He murmured—this time tears began to fully stream out of your eyes.

“But Lilia—” you choked out through the tears. “But Lilia, I love you.” Your shoulders slackened as if you had finally let go of a burden, but you curled into yourself protectively. Terrified of the words that he might say now.

Lilia’s smile is sad—but even worse—is how knowing it was.

He knew.

He had known.

All along.

“A passing fancy, I’m sure.” He murmured as he pulled away and everything in you cried out in agony as the fairy lets you slip from his fingers. “Love like this will not last.”

Or at least it won’t last for a mortal like you. It was in your nature—he has seen countless immortal fairies let go of their human lovers. He himself had done the same throughout the centuries… The mortals—they all felt pain and they all felt anger—but ultimately they all moved on. It was the one thing he found that he envied in mortals. For them, life was too short to hold onto those who have chosen to leave them—but for immortals… Immortals always lingered. It was their nature to hold onto what they have let slip past them.

He was not an exception.

Never let it be said that he did not mourn each and every what if.

His love for you will last—until whatever end might meet him.

You will be the one he holds onto until nothing left of him remains—

However this was a type of love he won’t expect from you. It was a type of love he would not curse you with.

“Move on, my dear.” His words chased you out of the Diasomnia Dorm. “… as all mortals do.” He said, softly—this time to himself. He looked down at his small, ungloved hands.

His flesh was smooth, supple. His skin was not thin, his bones or veins not protruding. Immortal. Unchanged.

It was the best choice for you.

‘Let me be the lonely one. Let me be the one to miss you, while I become a faded memory. Let me be the one to remember the way we loved one another. Let me linger, while you experience all of what life has to offer.’

Lilia’s head snapped up as he heard a noise. (A little hope that, maybe, you won’t listen to this old man. Who might have grown in years but never truly outgrew his foolishness—) His eyes caught sight of Malleus—whose own gaze was fixated on the door.

“For once, perhaps I should’ve let myself remain uninvited.” Malleus said dryly. His eyes moved from the door… to Lilia. For a moment Lilia worried that the boy might smite him for making you, his beloved friend, cry. “In all the time I spent in your care…” Malleus spoke softly, “I have never seen you look so small, Lilia.”

Lilia inhaled and straightened himself. His lips trembled as he pulled it into a smile—but it snapped right back into a downward curve. There is no point in trying to hide it from Malleus—no point in attempting to tell him that he wasn’t hurt. For Malleus was just like him.

Someone who will linger in the great eternity, missing someone who will never return.

“I see.” Malleus paused, “… It will never get any easier… will it?”

“Losing someone is always hard. Regardless of the centuries one has lived.” Malleus raised his head again, eyes distant at Lilia’s words.

“Why do we still interact with mortals, then? Is it worth all this pain?”

“… Yes.”

Malleus turned sharply back to Lilia.

“Because even if there is pain… There is great happiness.” Lilia whispered softly as his eyes moved to the door—as if willing you to return even when he was the one to tell you to go. “Because even if we lose them… we will have eternity to remember them… treasure them… love them.” He chuckled gently. “Isn’t that a beautiful way to live forever? In the loving dreams of someone who will remember you.”

“You love greatly, deeply.” Malleus’s brows furrowed, “but why then—did you chase them away?”

“It is the nature of immortals to hold on, to linger. To remember.” Lilia said simply, his head tilted back to look at the ceiling. But his gaze was far away—perhaps fixed onto the sky, remembering all the stars that have slipped past him into the distance. Never to be seen again, but their brilliance and beauty to be remembered. Always to be remembered. “But mortals… the brevity of their lives will make them move on. They have to—they should move on. They can learn to love ano—”

SLAM.

Lilia flinched as his head jerked upright to look at Malleus. The heir’s expression was dark—stormy.

“I did not think I would ever have to teach you anything, Lilia.” Malleus said, disappointment crackled in his eyes.

“Teach me..?”

“Who are you to judge whether my friend should or should not love you?” The prince murmured, “Who are you to say that their love will fade away…? No… that is only something they should decide.”

Lilia blinked in surprise as Malleus turned away and moved towards the door to Diasomnia’s dorm. “Malleus—what are you—?”

“Do not dare to think about their affection… their love for you lightly.” Malleus continued to walk toward the door. He paused as his hand landed on the door knob. He turned to glance at Lilia from the corner of his eye.

“I will not let you underestimate the depth of my friend’s love.” He had said with so much certainty. As if telling Lilia that your return was as certain as night falling, as if your love was as steadfast as the stars above. With a smile, Malleus turned back to the doors and pushed it open to reveal—

You.

Lilia sat, frozen as you glared at him with wet eyes. When you blinked the glassy sheen in your eyes would fragment and slip down your cheeks. Your lips were twisted downwards in displeasure, and your hands were curled on your side. You don’t look at Malleus—but you whisper a thank you to him. You had stopped right outside the door, you had cried—but when you heard Malleus speak you quieted to listen. You can only guess that Malleus probably cloaked you in his magic to hide you from the older fae. Lilia turned to Malleus for a moment. Malleus inclined his head, a tiny smug smirk curled on his painted lips.

‘You have my blessing.’ Malleus seemed to say. Lilia wasn’t sure exactly what he meant by it but he didn't dwell on it because Malleus shimmered out of existence. This made his attention return to you.

You walked towards him—almost stomping. Perhaps any other time he would think of that as adorable—but for right now, he knew he should take this seriously.

Take your feelings more seriously.

“My d—mhm!” In a move he never expected from you, you bend down and kiss him. Your eyes shut tight, the tears slipped from your lashes and dropped down onto his cheeks. Your fingers curled in the silky material of the robe as you insistently pulled him closer to you. Just as he’s about to do something—take you into his arms, maybe—or kiss you back—you pulled away.

“I love you Lilia.” You professed. Yes, you weren’t sure about what you were going to do—where you were going to go even. But one thing you were sure of, is that you do love Lilia. And that if he reciprocated even a little— “I want your heart.” Your fingers curled tightly into his shirt, the button closest to his heart in the center of your palm—and it dug into your skin.

“I don’t need to meet anyone else. I don’t want to meet anyone else..! I just want you. In my life. For the rest of my life.” Your cheeks flushed at your confession but there was no going back now—you could only hope that the price of your honesty was his own.

“I don’t want you to lose anyone if you stay by my side.” His voice is shaky now. Unlike the self-assured Lilia you had always known.

“Then we’ll just have to figure out how to travel between worlds… or communicate—I don’t know.” You cried out. Between the two of you, it had always been Lilia with the answers. “Just don’t—make me choose one or the other… Let me choose both. If you don’t want me to lose anyone—then help me talk to them—but not at the cost of losing you! I want to spend all my time with you—!” Your voice pitched as Lilia dragged you down into his lap, fingers curled around the hand on his heart.

“… I’ve always thought I would be satisfied with just a little more time.” He murmured, breath brushed against the slope of your neck. “… but you want to spend all of it on this old man… are you sure…?”

“There’s no one else.”

“An immortal’s love is nothing compared to the one shared between humans.”

“Immortal or mortal—what matters is that it’s you and me.” You said stubbornly and he couldn’t help but chuckle. Malleus was right… there were still so many things he could learn from you… Learn to love about you.

And to a man who thought there was never enough time—ultimately, who was he to refuse?

Immortal or mortal, the undeniable truth was that Lilia was still just a man who wanted to love you without regrets. Without thinking of you as a what if.

“… When I’m promised something so dazzling, how can I refuse?” He pulled away and he gave you a sweet smile—red eyes glimmered with so much love. “If this is the love you’ve chosen to bestow upon me, then it is only right that I return it in full.” His face drew closer, his exhale wafted across your face.

“You have my heart then, my dear. You’ve had it since you first dazzled me. And I’m sure you will continue to do so… for the centuries to come.”

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The Assistant

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You were an assistant for Katsuki Bakugou and Izuku Midoryia, the two CEO’s of the largest security firm in Japan, better known as the most eligible bachelors today. Working for them was a dream, the pay was great and the hours tailored to your schedule. But the best part of the job was having the two men wrapped around your little finger. Eligible Bachelors? Not so much.

You suppressed the urge to gag as the tip of your boss’ cock hit the back of your throat. The various voices above you sounded like faint echoes, the loud beating of your heart filling your ears.

Drool dripped down the sides of your mouth coating the base of his cock in your saliva.

A light tap on your cheek was the only warning you got before hot spurts of cum shot down your throat, quickly overfilling your mouth. You pulled back with a wet pop and hoped the other men and women in the meeting room didn't hear it. You sat back and licked the salty cum off the half-erected cock making sure to collect every delicious drop.

A few minutes passed and the room emptied out, leaving you and your boss alone. The chair in front of you rolled back and you crawled forward with a dopey grin on your face. Green eyes filled with lust met yours in a heated gaze.

“Come here puppy, you’ve been such a good girl for me.”

You hummed at the praise and crawled onto his lap wrapping your legs around him. Izuku stood up with you in his beefy arms, pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips. The addictive taste of him invaded your senses, a wanton moan being pulled from your throat.

“Someone’s gonna w-walk in,” you whimpered as Izuku pressed kisses along your throat, sucking the spot where your pulse hummed at his ministrations.

He chuckled as he sat you on the large wooden table, peeling off your top and lifting your hips to unzip your skirt.

“I’m sure they’ll enjoy the sight of me fucking this beautiful pussy.” He enforced his words by pulling his cock out of his dress pants. The sight of his red weeping cock had you clenching your thighs in anticipation.

Izuku forcibly spread your legs apart and bit the inside of your thigh, soothing it with a kiss.

“Are you just gonna sit there all day or prove your point?” You smirked down at him, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. He met your eyes and gave you no response. He was in control and he knew it.

The feeling of his warm tongue on your clit sent your hips up, he grabbed them with his large hands and held you down to the table constricting your movement. His eyes pierced yours as he delved into your wet cunt, lapping your folds before taking your clit into his mouth. You moaned and threw your head back clawing at the wood table.

“Eyes on me puppy, or I’ll make you cum so many times the only name you’ll know is mine.”

Your pussy clenched at his lewd words and you raised your head to watch as he devoured you whole like a starved man. The thick wet muscle of his tongue slowly pressed into your entrance sending you into orgasmic bliss.

You bit your lip in an effort to suppress your moans but it was futile. Your loud moans bounced off the walls, filling the air with the lewd sounds of your voice and pussy.

“Oh god Izuku I-”

You were interrupted by the sound of the doors opening, causing you to whip your head back in surprise.

“What the hell is taking you so long…” The familiar rough voice trailed off, red eyes flickering between you and the man between your legs.

“B-bakugou, it's not what it looks like.” You stuttered out with a moan while attempting to push Izuku away, but he continued to fervently lick your pussy like nothing had happened.

Bakugou’s look of confusion slowly morphed into an arrogant smirk. He chucked and stalked forward, the faint click of his shoes like a doomsday clock ticking to the end.

“Hmm, can’t say I’m surprised, already knew you were a slut. Seems like you couldn’t wait eh?” Bakugou finished with a sneer and looked over your shoulder to see Deku wiping his mouth clean of your juices.

Katsuki scoffed and said, “Tch, of fucking course you couldn’t help yourself damn Deku.”

He gripped your throat with a calloused hand before you could speak, pressing a sloppy kiss to your swollen lips.

“Mmf, Katsuki I’m sorry.” You breathed out once he pulled away.

“Sorry my ass,” he scoffed. “I should’ve known cockhungry whores like you would pull this shit. Get the fuck over here Deku.”

Midoryia wordlessly stood up and walked around the table to stand by Bakugou’s side. With a snarl, Bakugou fisted Midoryia’s green hair in his palm, pulling his head back smashing his lips against his. You whimpered at the sight before you and rubbed your thighs together, more aroused than ever.

The blonde broke away, a string of saliva hanging between the two of them. Katsuki licked his lips, breaking the connection and turned to you. “Stop whining, woman, we got time.”

Without warning, Katsuki lifted you off the table and lightly threw you on the leather couch that occupied the left side of the room. He pushed your body forward so your head hung over the arm of the couch. “Since you wanted her mouth so bad you can have it while I fuck her pretty cunt with my tongue. Don’t cum until I say so, both of you.” Katsuki growled, gripping your hips with a bruising force.

“Yes Sir,” you whispered, body twitching in anticipation. Angering Bakugou could end in two ways, being deprived of his touch, or this, pure fun and pleasure.

“Come on puppy, open up.” Izuku murmured with half-lidded eyes, delivering a soft slap to your cheek. You opened your mouth in obedience, the blood already starting to rush to your head. The head of his cock touched your mouth, a drop of precum coating your lips in a wet shine. you flicked your tongue out drawing a hiss from Izuku and slowly wrapped your mouth around his cock.

Izuku threw his head back and moaned, gripping the sides of your face and pulling you along his cock. “Fuck y/n, you feel so good baby.” You hummed in response, gliding your tongue on the underside of his thick length.

Your hips jolted at the warm sensation of Bakugou’s tongue gliding from your puckered hole to your clit. Your cunt weeped in anticipation, eager to be stuffed full of Katsuki’s dick.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here...you’re fucking drenched.” Bakugou groaned, staring at your pussy like it’s the last meal he’ll ever have. You whimpered around the cock in your mouth and gripped his hair, lightly tugging to get him closer to your cunt. Bakugou slapped your thigh before inserting two of his fingers into your pool of wetness. You gasped at the sudden intrusion, Izuku took advantage of this and thrusted his cock in your wet cavern until the head hit the back of your throat.

Bakugou’s hand traveled up your abdomen to cup one of your breasts, tweaking your nipples The deep thrusts and scissoring of Katsuki’s long fingers and Izuku’s cock pistoning in and out of your mouth sent you over the edge, spiraling into orgasm. You spluttered around Izuku’s cock, body shaking as you came. Katsuki chuckled, rubbing circles around your clit. “Fuck, squeezing so tight around my fingers princess. I think you’re ready for our cocks.”

Izuku pulled out of your mouth, your spit decorating his cock in pretty strings. Bakugou pulled out his fingers bringing them to his lips. He kept his eyes locked on yours as he sucked your juices off his fingers.

“Don’t be greedy, Kaachan, let me have a taste.” Izuku leaned forward, grabbing Bakugou’s hand and popping a slick covered finger in his mouth. Bakugou smirked and shoved two fingers in his mouth pressing down on the back of his tongue. Izuku gagged and pulled his hand away with a frown. Bakugou chuckled and instructed you to get up before pushing Izuku where you laid. “Now get on top of him,” Bakugou instructed. You complied and crawled on top of the now naked Izuku, sneaking a kiss on his nose. The tip of his cock brushed against your folds, causing him to hiss and rut up against you.

A loud smack reverberated in the room, you looked up to see a faint red splotch on Izuku’s freckled cheek and Katsuki standing above him with a glare. Bakugou gripped Izuku’s cheeks and leaned forward hissing out, “Don’t you move a fucking muscle until I say so. Open your mouth.”

Midoryia hesitantly opened his mouth, flinching as Katsuki let a glob of spit fall onto his tongue.

“Now swallow.”

Izuku closed his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. “Good boy,” Bakugou muttered before releasing his grip on him. You and Izuku waited with anticipation as Bakugou rounded the couch to settle between the tangle of legs. Unzipping his pants, he fished out his cock revealing a thick angry red beast ribbed with veins. He established his own dominance keeping his remaining clothes on, leaving you two bare.

You could feel Izuku’s cock twitch under you pressing against your ass, only making you more desperate to be stuffed to the brim with their cocks.

“Tch, look at you two. So desperate like the sluts you are, pathetic.” Bakugou gripped your calves pushing them up for Izuku to hold, bending you into a full nelson.

Katsuki rubbed his cock against your wet cunt, gathering the slick along your folds. He groaned watching your pussy continue to leak its juices pass your puckered hole down to Izuku’s cock. “Don’t even need lube to fuck your ass, so fucking drenched for us.”

He made eye contact with Midoryia before they simultaneously pushed into you. Your eyes rolled back and your mouth opened in a silent scream. They fucked you in sync, not giving you a moment to adjust or catch your breath. They were determined to ruin you.

“Fuck y/n, if only you could see how lewd you look getting destroyed by two cocks, so filthy.” Bakugou growled out, reaching down to pinch your clit. You squealed and felt the oncoming waves of an orgasm, a blissful feeling spreading over your body. Your pussy tightened, causing your ass to clench around Izuku’s cock pulling a whimper from him.

He spoke between rapid breaths, the grip on your legs tightening. “You feels so good around my cock y/n, s-so tight. Such a good girl for us.” Izuku muttered more praises in your ear, your soft whines and whimpers fueling him on.

Bakugou dragged his cock out of your pussy only to thrust back in and brutally bury his cock to the hilt. The slight curve of his cock went so deep hitting that perfect spot, making tears well up in your eyes.

“Don’t be so fucking nice to her Deku, you know she’s just a cockhungry whore. She loves being reduced to nothing but a slut, taking every cock she can find.”

You whined at Katsuki’s words, shaking your head. “No, only you guys, only your cocks.”

Katsuki barked out a laugh and mocked your whines. “Only you guys. Such bullshit, you’re too desperate for that.” He leaned forward angling his cock to reach deeper in your hole while wrapping a hand around your throat. He squeezed lightly, enjoying the dazed look on your face.

It wasn’t long before Izuku’s thrusts faltered, whimpers falling from his lips. “I-i’m gonna cum.” He whined, wrapping one arm around your legs and reaching down to rub your clit. You hissed and gripped his arms, digging your nails into his skin.

Bakugou increased his pace, rutting into you and tightening the grip on your throat. “Don’t you fucking cum yet Deku or I swear to god I won’t let you cum for a week.”

Izuku whined, doing his best to hold back his orgasm. You sympathized with him, feeling the familiar warmth of an orgasm approaching.

“Fuck,” Bakugou cursed with gritted teeth. “Fucking cum you two.”

Izuku rutted into you with desperation groaning as he shot warm ropes of cum into you, filling you up to the brim. Bakugou followed with a grunt, his cock throbbing in your tight hole before releasing a load of his cum. The addictive feeling of their cum stuffing you full and Izuku’s fingers in your clit sent a roaring wave loose in your stomach. Before you could utter out a warning, liquid spurt out your cunt soaking their cocks and spattering on Katsuki’s suit.

The two men let out a groan at the sight, Izuku’s cock twitching in your cum filled ass. Bakugou slowly pulled out, watching the cum dribble out your hole and onto the Izuku’s cock, joining the messy concoction of cum.

Izuku enjoyed the warmth of your hole around his cock before pulling out and releasing your legs. You stretched them out, shaking away the numbness before spreading them for Bakugou. He smirked, giving you a rewarding pat on your thigh before dipping a finger in your messy cunt. He scooped up the mixture of your juices and his cum before pressing it to your lips. Your tongue slid out lapping at his finger. Impatient, he shoved it into your mouth chuckling at your twisted face.

“I wonder what people would think of our sweet little assistant being the dirty whore she really is.” Katsuki hummed, pulling his finger out of your mouth. You gave him a drowsy smile enjoying Izuku’s skilled fingers rubbing soothing circles on your shoulders.

“Well…” you trailed off. “I did always find Todoroki attractive.”

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shigarakis-cumdump · 3 years

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Needy Mission

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Summary: You were siked to hear that your new mission was to hunt down the League of Villains. Maybe Shigaraki would want your date to be early that day? You haven't seen your boyfriend in a minute, anyways.

Cw: dubcon, exhibitionism

Word Count: 1.7k

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There was an important mission you were grouped up to do with your coworkers: find and hunt down the LOV. It wasn’t easy, of course, but as a pro, you had to take on tasks like this. You and a few other pros left the commission earlier and split up to find their hideout. You aimlessly walked around town, pretending as if you were looking for this place that you had actually gone to every other night for the last 5 months. If word got out that you were dating the leader of the League of Villains, you would be locked away for sure. You forget how you got so infatuated with Shigaraki. The USJ attack was probably it. His recklessness just to get what he wanted; he was a lot like you, and you liked that. When you “captured him” during that fight, you told him to pull something to be able to get away- that you wanted to save him. He didn’t really understand, but the second he knew you were being honest, he fell in love. After that day, he stalked you for a bit. It would be weird if you started to randomly mention him during meetings and such, so you waited for Shigaraki to come to you.

“Someone miss me already~?” you hear from behind a building. Your face lights up and you hurry back to not be seen.

“We’re actually trying to find you guys today. I’ll lead them in the other direction, don’t worry. No one’s taking you or your league today, my love~” you kiss him on the cheek when he slaps your ass.

“There’s my obedient girl. Can’t get enough of this villain cock, huh? You might even lose your job if they find out. But my stupid bitch couldn’t care less..” he chuckles. You smile and nod, happy to please him. He gropes your ass, pulling you in tighter to smell your freshly washed hair. You used his favorite scented shampoo, in hopes you’d see him today. He trailed small bite marks from your ears to your neck, leaving some visible ones.

“Shiggy, you can’t make them noticeable..I’m supposed to be working right now, it’s not professional..” you lecture him. Shigaraki sighs and grabs your chin with his hand.

“Since when has any of this been professional? I’ve harassed your coworkers and students, yet you still seem to love me. Maybe I should fuck you right here so everyone can hear and see how much you love being my “heroic” little cock sleeve.” he said, crimson eyes staring into your soul. You hated when he used the word ‘heroic’ in a condescending tone like that. It made you feel like your line of work was for nothing. You took a deep breath and averted his gaze, whispering a small sorry. “What was that, slut? Might have to speak up, I don’t think anyone could hear you,” he lifts your chin up harsh-fully.

“Sorry, Shigaraki!” you shout, afraid you were too loud.

“Good girl, let them hear you submit to me..” he said, shoving you down to your knees. You watched him as he quickly pulled his pants down and let his cock out free. He tapped your cheek with it, and you opened your mouth like he trained you. He shoved his cock down your throat, immediately making you gag around his large member. He grabbed the back of your head and forced himself further down your throat. He throatfucked you for what seemed like forever, only letting you breathe every minute or so. Drool, sweat, and tears coated your face.

“Let’s paint that pretty face of yours, huh? Then I’ll ruin your pussy so you can barely walk the rest of the day~” he groans, taking his dick out of your mouth before releasing all over your pretty face. You scrunch your eyes shut as you feel his hot load trail down your face, getting caught in your eyelashes. You hear a phone camera shutter, and the flash turns your eyelids red. “Such a filthy girl, really,” he scoffs, and you wipe the cum from your eyes to look up to him. Your glossed over eyes shine up at him and he caresses your face. “Get up.” he tells you. You swiftly stand on your feet. Shigaraki throws you around like a ragdoll, turning you over so your ass is up in the air. He slaps it harshly a few times, loving the pathetic whimpers you let out. He lines his cock up to your wet hole, and without warning starts fucking into you mercilessly.

“Shigaraki- please! Someone will come back- ah! Here!!” you cry out, trying to cover your own mouth to muffle yourself.

“I thought you wanted everyone to see you look like a slut for your master?” he bucks his hips into your ass, rough enough to leave bruises.

“Master, please!! It’s too much!!” you whine. He shows no signs of stopping before he cums inside of your tight cunt, not soon after his first on your face. Anyone could walk behind the building to see this wanted villain fucking the pro hero who’s supposed to catch him. It could ruin your career- it could ruin your whole life. So why were you getting wet to the thought of someone finding you bent over like this? Shigaraki could feel your spongy walls clamping down around him, trying to milk him for all he’s worth.

“Calm down, baby, I’m not going anywhere~” Shigaraki chuckles. You hear a group of people walking close to the alley and you try to pry Shigaraki’s hands off of your waist. His grip only tightens, and to make it worse (or better) he slams into you, another involuntary shriek coming out of you.

“What was that?”

“Not sure, but hero’s are lining the streets, someone will help her.”

“Hear that? No one cares about you getting fucked by the most dangerous villain; but I’m sure my slut wouldn’t care..” he said, slapping your ass. You mewl out, feeling your release coming.

“Shiggy, I can’t!! Fuck I’m gunna cum..!”

“No you’re not,” Shigaraki never slows down his pace, but he grabs the small radio you have stationed in your pocket and says, “I think I found one of your little friends, she’s a real cute one; It’d be a shame if anything happened to her~” you hear your coworkers from the other end call your name and ask if you’re okay, but if you open your mouth, something other than words will come out. Shigaraki drops the radio and pounds into you a few more times before you feel his cum filling your dripping cunt once again. He quickly pulls out and starts to walk off, leaving you exposed and needy in the alley.

“Good luck explaining this one to them, honey~ see you soon..” he finishes before a warp gate appears for him.

Your coworkers rush into the alley to see your tear and cum soaked face, speechless. God, you loved Shigaraki’s games.

#shigaraki x you #shigaraki smut #shigaraki thirst #shigaraki x reader #fem reader #tw: exhibitionism #tw: dubcon #hero x villain

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dragonmuse · 2 years

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I am so in love with the Leda House verse and when i tell you, the last fic rocked my world. I would absolutely adore something more about nicknames and izzy and lucius the parts in your last fic about them really got me!!

(Thank you so very much! oh these boys! Hope this fits what you were looking for!)

“Did you have nicknames as a kid?” Lucius was laying on his stomach, legs kicked in the air, adding detail to a commission. He was mostly happy with it, except for the mole. It was splodgy and not in a fun way.

“Mm?” Izzy was sitting on the floor next to the bed. He had his laptop out, fingers skittering over the keys every few minutes. He seemed to prefer being on the floor a lot of the time. Just within reaching distance.

“Nicknames. I guess Izzy already sort of is one. My mother called me her little bird because I was always twittering about something.”

“And she still doesn’t know your gay?” Izzy snorted.

“She sees what she wants to see. Which is virtually nothing of me these days, let me tell you.” Which led to the thought, “What about your parents? Are they still alive?”

“No idea,” Izzy went back to typing. “My older brother died eight years back and he was the only one of the bunch I still talked to.”

“...how many siblings do you have?”

“Had three. Two brothers and a sister. And before you get into your head that I need some magical reconciliation, the last time we were all in the same room together, someone called the police on us.”

“Yikes. Another time being an only child pays off.”

They both worked for another few minutes before Izzy shut his laptop, “My brother used to call me Chomper.”

“Because you bit him?” Lucius guessed.

“Lost my two front teeth early when I got hit in the face with a baseball. Took a year for them to grow in. Just had incisors.” He huffed a laugh. A good memory then. “He made me bite things to make it look like a vampire got them and tried to convince his friends that he knew Dracula.”

“Kind of wish I could’ve met him now.”

“He would’ve hated you. Don’t take it personally. He hated everyone. It’s genetic.”

“Still. Little piece of young Izzy history would’ve been interesting.” Lucius leaned down to tug a little at his hair. “Come here.”

Izzy crawled back up onto the bed. He had an impressive bruise rising on his chest and Lucius slotted his hand over it.

“Got a picture of these Chomper days?”

“Not on your life,” Izzy snorted.

“Too bad,” he put his tablet down, rolling onto his side to face him.

“What about you? Any tiny Lucius pictures?”

“No,” he lied. “Burned in a fire. Very tragic, don’t like to talk about it.”

“How bad are they?”

“You’d never respect me again,” Lucius rolled his eyes. “Tragic stuff. Do you really not mind that I call you a goblin all the time?”

“Nah,” Izzy stretched his arms above his head, arched his back until something clicked, then relaxed again. “I know what you mean when you say it. Been called nicer things in a worse way.”

“Yeah, me too. Pup is good. Confusing, but good.”

“What’s confusing about it?” Izzy raised his eyebrows. “You snarl, gnaw on me all the time and you’d probably piss in my shoes if I got you mad enough.”

“Ha ha, please remind me to go back in time and slap myself for wishing your sense of humor would emerge.” He started idly petting Izzy’s chest. “I dunno. Pup is usually a sub thing. Or a puppy play thing, which, you know, good for them, hard pass for me.”

“Huh, didn’t think about it that way.”

“What way were you thinking? Zingers about my coordination can be tabled, please and thank you.”

“Fuck no,” Izzy closed his eyes.

“Oh, it’s good then,” Lucius grinned. “Come on, tell me.”

“....you’re cute. And I listen when you bark. So.”

“Aw, Iz,” Lucius beamed and kissed him. “That’s way nicer than mine.”

“Who cares about nice?” Izzy huffed.

“Good question,” Lucius kissed him again because he could. Because Izzy was pliant and open, eyelids were already at half-mast which passed for flirtation with him. Because he was Lucius’ goblin and that wasn’t nice, but it was very very good.

#leda house and the kraken verse #Lucius Black #Izzy Hands #goblin king and the pup #ficlet

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writethelifeyouwant · 3 years

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Everything's Bigger In Texas

Summary: You decide to drive up to Dallas to surprise your old high school buddy, Jared, while he’s there for a convention.

Pairing: Jared x Reader Rating: 18+ Tags: J2 convention hilarity, dick jokes, only one bed, high school friends, spooning, size kink Word Count: 3,504 Bingo Squares: @spnkinkbingo - Size Kink

A/N: Not set around any particular season. For the purpose of this story, Jared and Jensen are both single, non-fathers.

Commissioned by: @jbbarnesgirl She had a great prompt that this has now spawned a sequel (which will be a member exclusive on my website)! Thanks for letting my mind run wild on this one babe ❤️

You pull into the parking space the valet wrote on your ticket and park with a dramatic exhale of relief. You’ve actually gone through with it and made the three hour drive up to Dallas to surprise Jared at his convention this weekend.

It had been years since your last high school reunion in Austin when you’d run into each other and wound up drunk in a Waffle House at three in the morning, stuffing your faces with bacon and french fries. You and he were the kind of friends that were awful at keeping in touch but time traveled straight back to junior year anytime you ran into each other. You’ve always been able to talk and laugh like only a weekend had passed between visits instead of years.

You hope Jared’s happy to see you, because you’ve been bursting at the seams with excitement since you came up with your ‘surprise’ plan.

The hotel lobby is swarming with fans and you wonder how on earth you’re going to find Jared in all the bustle. Your plan is to find someone who looks like they’re working the convention and ask for directions to Jared and Jensen’s bodyguard, Clif, who you hope to God remembers dropping your drunk ass off at your apartment after the Waffle House incident. It’s not a very elegant plan but it’s all you’ve got. You spot someone with a lanyard and a walkie-talkie and beeline toward them, fingers crossed in your pocket.

Twenty minutes and several tiers up the convention staff hierarchy later you’re finally led to a service hallway and ushered towards a door, Clif standing guard stoically outside it. The employee escorting you speaks quietly to Clif while you stand there awkwardly, rocking back and forth, toes to heel, in an effort to contain your nervous energy. A look of recognition slowly dawns across the bodyguard’s face as he takes another look at you.

“Austin, a couple years ago?” he asks to confirm.

“High school reunion,” you nod in affirmation, relieved he actually does remember you.

“No getting Jared drunk until after the panel,” Clif admonishes, aiming a thick finger menacingly at your face, and you nod gravely before his face cracks into a grin and he swings the door behind him back on its hinges.

“Y/N?!” Jared’s facing the door and spots you immediately, his face breaking into a wide smile. The anxiety that had solidified in your chest with each passing mile on your way here disintegrates, carrying the tension out of your body as it melts away.

“Hey there, Hot Shot.”

Jared bounds forward and wraps you tightly in a hug, the muscles in his arms visibly bulging the sleeves of his t-shirt as he squeezes you against him, which you can’t help but notice because your eye level is at his bicep. You hug him back as tightly as you can manage, pressing your cheek into his chest.

“How ya doin’, squirt?” Jared grabs your shoulders and manhandles you away from him so he can get a better look at you, his eyes racing up and down your figure. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, Dallas is only a three hour drive,” you shrug. It’s no big deal really, you’d just wanted to see him. “Plus my mom cancelled our girls’ weekend, so I had nothing better to do,” you grin, your eyes twinkling up at him wryly. Behind you, you hear Jensen snort with laughter. Jared turns to his friend, giving him a withering look and Jensen chokes back another laugh, unable to hide his amusement.

“Dude, you were her back-up plan after her mom?”

“Shut up,” Jared rolls his eyes but you join in Jensen’s giggles.

“I’m Jensen, by the way,” the man in question raises a hand in greeting, and you smile back.

“Y/N,” you wave. “Went to high school with this nut case,” you jerk your thumb towards Jared.

“Feels like I do too,” Jensen laughs. “He still acts like he’s fourteen most of the time.”

“Hey!” Jared points an accusing finger at Jensen, “at least fifteen, thank you very much.”

“And what exactly is the distinction between fourteen and fifteen here, Jay?” he asks.

“He doesn’t pop a boner every time he talks to a girl anymore?” you offer, snickering. Jensen bursts out laughing, a full bellied, joyous sound that fills out every corner of the room. Jared is rolling his eyes again, but you spy the faint blush that’s started to creep up his neck, and based on the smirk Jensen’s wearing, you think he’s spotted it too.

“So,” Jared draws out the syllable, trying to change the topic. “Are you staying for the convention then?”

“Got my ticket and everything,” you wave your pass in the air. “But mainly I just wanted to see you, it’s been way too long.”

“Yeah, it has,” Jared squeezes your arm affectionately. “Where’s your seat? I think we’re getting called out soon.”

“Oh I’m with the plebs at the back, standing room. Seeing your ass is only worth so much money,” you tease.

“You’re standing?” Jared’s brow shoots up. “You won’t be able to see a damn thing,” he laughs.

“You’re tall enough to see from space, Bigfoot,” you try to hit him on the head but he easily stretches his neck so you can’t reach, illustrating your point.

“She’s gotcha there, J-Rod,” Jensen agrees, strolling forwards and smacking Jared on the back of the head for you, since your attempt was foiled. “But you don’t have to stand all the way back there, sweetheart,” Jensen adds. “Come out with us, we’ll have someone put you at the side of the stage.”

“Oh, no, it’s fine. I really don’t mind standing,” you protest. You didn’t want to take space away from the fans who had paid for the close seats. You’re only a casual watcher of the show anyways, ghosts and monsters aren’t so much your thing, you just watch it because of Jared.

“Nah, c’mon,” Jared ignores your protest, striding back towards the door and popping his head out to talk to Clif. “Can you have them slap an extra chair on the side of the stage? Y/N’s gonna stick around for the panel.”

“Sure thing,” Clif nods, and radioes a volunteer to get it done.

“Jared,” you roll your eyes at your friend.

“Too late,” he taunts. “You’re stuck with the fangirls now.”

“Just keep in mind all the shit I could tell them,” you threaten jokingly.

“Nah, you won’t do that.” Jared’s entirely unconcerned.

“Why not?”

“Because then I won’t pay for our drinks tab later,” he smirks.

You mime turning a lock and throwing away the key. “My lips are sealed.”

“You better tell me later though, sweetheart,” Jensen ducks his head to whisper in your ear as they usher you out the door.

“Buy me a couple cosmos, you can know anything you want,” you smirk, and let Jensen and Jared guide you out to the convention hall for their panel.

“I will definitely take you up on that,” Jensen’s breath ghosts ticklishly over your ear. He shoots you a wink as he ducks behind a dividing curtain and you wave back giggling, and make your way to the seat Clif is pointing you towards.

The panel is a whole lot of fun, and you have to admit it’s definitely better sitting up front than it would have been fighting to stay standing in the sea of hormones jostling at the back. This close up, you can see Jared and Jensen’s reactions much more clearly, too; every secretive grin between them, every twitching laugh line, every aborted glance back in your direction. Laughter rings through the crowd and you refocus your attention on the questions.

“Which one of us is the biggest what?” Jensen speaks into his mic, asking the girl on the opposite side of the stage to you to repeat her question.

“Well I’m the biggest,” Jared cuts in smirking, and the audience cheers and giggles. Jared flashes them a bright, goofy smile.

“Well, that depends on what she’s asking,” Jensen smacks Jared on the arm. The girl tries to ask her question again but she’s laughing through it and the words come out garbled again.

“Which one of us has the biggest pants?” Jared’s brow raises as he incorrectly repeats the question again. You know there’s no way that’s what the girl asked. “That’s still me darlin’.” He turns to your side of the stage goddamn winks, and you flush just as deeply as the girl asking her question. You roll your eyes at him, glad that he probably can’t see you very clearly due to the stage lights shining in his eyes.

“That topic is still up for debate, actually,” Jensen protests seriously.

“No it’s not,” Jared scoffs.

“Uh, yeah, it is.” Jensen’s not backing down. “Costume department compared our measurements bro, they’re the same.”

“You and I both know that didn’t include the measurement they’re talking about,” Jared glares jokingly out at the audience.

There’s wolf whistles and shrieks of delight from the crowd and Jensen bursts out laughing. “You’re gonna give them all aneurysms, man.”

You certainly feel like you might be having an aneurysm. Your blood is pumping hot and hard through your veins. You can actually hear it swirling around your body, leaking out into your capillaries, carrying burning embarrassment and desire to the tips of each vessel.

It’s a running joke, the size difference between you and Jared. He towers over most of the people he meets, so it’s not unsurprising that he towers over you as well. He’s called you ‘squirt’ as long as you can remember knowing him, and you’ve called him every name you can dream up, from ‘sasquatch’ to ‘jolly green giant’.

As you both grew older, and Jared’s physique caught up to his height, and your mind started to take up a more permanent residence in…ahem… lower places than it had inhabited in your youth, you began to wonder just how big Jared would be if you ever… You imagine big. Proportional, at the very least. Though, Jared has always been an overachiever, you imagine it might extend to this measurement as well. You secretly hope, anyway.

You gulp nervously. There’s a reason you and Jared had gotten so trashed the last time you’d hung out, and that was so you could drown your burgeoning crush in some socially acceptable poison and hope it didn’t break its head through the surface. Jared looks back at you and flashes you a smile, probably in relation to whatever he’d just said but you hadn’t been listening, mind too preoccupied thinking about the size of your friend’s dick. You let out a sigh of resignation – you were going to have to get smashed tonight, too.

“Oh,” Jensen’s voice rings through the auditorium as he finally understands the question. “Which one of us did the biggest prank?”

“Uh, Jensen,” Jared answers after a moment of dramatised consideration, “just now when he told you all he has a bigger dick than me.”

There’s an echoing thud as Jensen smacks Jared’s head with his microphone and Jared and Jensen both double up laughing, covering their mics so it doesn’t reverberate around the room. When things settle down after a minute you see Jensen lean towards Jared to say something privately. The mics don’t pick it up, but you’re close enough that you think you hear him say, “later tonight, we’re getting out the ruler.”

The hotel bar is basically empty, but you and Jared are still in a private room at the back so he doesn’t get mobbed by fans if they do happen to wander in. Jensen had joined you for a drink earlier, but he had to leave to perform at the Saturday night concert for the convention.

“Do you ever perform on Saturdays?” you poked at Jared, and both he and Jensen laughed wildly.

“Never in a million years,” Jared shook his head. “I just watch this guy give everyone in the room phantom orgasms all night.”

“Gross, dude,” Jensen shuddered as Jared guffawed but you had to agree, Jensen’s voice was orgasmic.

“Have fun with your ménage a several hundreds,” you waved Jensen off with a giggle.

“You’ll have to join in sometime,” Jensen backed out of the room with a wicked grin, wiggling his eyebrows ridiculously and leaving you and Jared laughing behind him.

“You want another one?” Jared asks, pointing at your nearly empty glass.

“If I have any more I’ll have to crawl back to Austin,” you hiccup, the alcohol making you giggle-y and unsteady despite your seated state.

“You’re not goin’ back to Austin, squirt,” Jared protests, drowning the remainder of his own glass.

“Am I being kidnapped?”

“Damn straight. You’re not driving anywhere tonight, don’t be stupid.”

“I was gonna dry out a little first,” you defend yourself. Of course you weren’t planning to drive home drunk.

“By the time you sober up it will be way too late to go back. Just stay the night here,” Jared shrugs, indicating it’s no big deal for you to crash. You think about it for a moment and then agree that staying over is a better plan. Besides, Jared will have a big fancy room since the convention is paying for them to stay here – he’ll have plenty of space for you.

“Fine,” you sigh dramatically but you aren’t all that perturbed, and Jared knows it too. “Thank you.”

“What are friends for?” Jared grins. “C’mon, I’ll grab a bottle from the bar and let’s go upstairs. I don’t want to get caught in the crowd after the concert finishes.” You also don’t want to be mobbed by hundreds of concert goers, so you happily follow Jared out of the bar and up to his hotel room.

Jared flops dramatically onto his bed when you get inside, but you stand by the door, taking in your surroundings. As you’d imagined, the room is lavish. Every piece of furniture is accented with metallics, and every soft surface is heaped with pillows, including the bed Jared is now snuggling back onto. But, you note with a bit of surprise, there is only one bed.

Apparently fancy doesn’t automatically come with multiple beds – and why should it? Jared hadn’t expected anybody to stay the night, he’d only needed the one bed. Had he known there was only one bed when he offered you a place to crash for the night? Or had someone else brought up the luggage that you could see piled at the foot of the bed, meaning he wouldn’t have known what the exact sleeping situation would turn out to be? You’re jolted out of your frenzied contemplation when Jared throws a pillow at your head, though it narrowly misses and hits the door behind you.

“Are you just gonna stand there all night?” he laughs, eyes crinkling.

“Uh, no, course not,” you scoff, hoping Jared assumes the flush creeping over your skin is from alcohol, and not embarrassment. Jared scoots over to one side of the bed and pats the empty space he’s just created. The bottle of whiskey he’d brought from the bar downstairs is propped next to him on the pillows and it bounces as you settle yourself on top of the covers. You reach for it and peel back the foil cap, pulling the cork free with a pop.

“Wanna watch something?” Jared rifles on the side of the bed, digging for his laptop in the bag on the floor.

“Whatever you want,” you shrug.

You inwardly hope watching something might help you control your drunk chatter. Your mind has been wandering to one specific place since the panel this afternoon and you’re hyper aware that when you get tipsy, your filter becomes non existent. You do not want to give Jared an unsolicited insight into your horribly inappropriate mind.

Your eyes shift from the bottle in your hands to Jared’s laptop, now open and sitting on his thighs while he surfs through movie options online. His hands overwhelm the breadth of the keyboard, the pads of each long finger almost bigger than the letter keys they’re hovering over. How far could those fingers reach if they were… No. You curtail that course of thought with a swig of whiskey straight from the bottle and flick your eyes away from his hands.

Jared’s legs are pressed together, gangly limbs and knees scrunched up and pushing the fabric at his hips into ripples. An unmissable bulge sits at the apex of his thighs, distending the denim so it’s stretched tightly across his cock while it’s bunched and wrinkled everywhere else. You swallow hard and tear your gaze away, forcing yourself to look back at Jared’s laptop. He’s stopped scrolling now, and after a moment you realise he’s asking you if the movie he’s hovering over is an okay choice. You nod mutely and take another drink.

“Woah there darlin’, save some for the rest of us,” he laughs, grabbing the bottle from your hands, fingertips brushing over yours as he wraps them around the green glass. You wonder if Jared feels the same pang of electricity that you do when you touch. He’s evidently curious as to why you recoiled so quickly, because he’s now carefully studying your hand and the fingers that had just brushed against his.

Your moment of thick silence is interrupted by the fanfare of opening credits as the movie begins to play, startling you. Jared smooshes himself further back into the feather pillows on the unfairly comfy bed and stretches his arms wide, patting the pillow he’s using as an armrest to summon you to him.

Nervous and giddy all at once, you tuck yourself into the crook of his arm, curling up against his side. Even laying down he feels so much bigger than you. Your eyes drop again, unbidden, to his lap and you rip your gaze away quickly. The whiskey must be settling in now, because you start to feel sleepy and because, for just a second, you think that the bulge in Jared’s crotch looks even larger than it had a few minutes earlier.

Jared pulls you close against him, offering you the whiskey bottle again, and you take it happily. The two of you lazily glug more booze and laugh along with whatever comedy is on the laptop, and you’re utterly content. At some point in time your neck loses its ability to support your head and you topple it sideways onto Jared’s shoulder.

“You comfy there, Y/N?”

“Mm-hmm,” you hum sleepily, snuggling even deeper into Jared’s chest, your arm winding itself around his waist of its own accord, and Jared squeezes you against him, laughing softly into your hair.

You aren’t sure when you fell asleep – you don’t remember the end of the movie at all. You don’t even remember how you’d wound up under the covers, cradled snugly in the bend of Jared’s body. Wiggling a little to reintroduce feeling into your left arm, you shift backwards into his chest, secretly hoping the arm currently resting on top of the covers might drop around your waist as you continue to sleep.

Arching out to stretch your legs a little, you wind up nudging your hips back into Jared’s and you freeze in shock. Here, pressed close beneath the confines of cotton-swaddled feathers, you feel it… and you can tell – Jared hadn’t been kidding at the panel earlier. He must be bigger than Jensen, because there’s no way anyone could be physically larger than what you feel pressing into the curve of your ass right now.

Your whole body flushes, but you’re too scared to move away lest you wake Jared, so you stay. You try to breathe, systematically unclenching the muscles in your body from head to toe and allowing yourself to relax against your bed companion. Darkness settles around you when your eyes drift shut again but the light from Jared’s laptop still casts a faint blue tint against your eyelids.

That comforting blue morphs into a shocking orange, and your eyes squint against the unexpected source of light now coming from the open door. Seconds later it’s even brighter as the lights in the room are switched on to reveal Jensen leaning casually against the back of the door, smirking in the direction of the bed. Behind you, Jared has jolted awake, sitting up and pitching you forward into the mattress with the force of his disturbance.

“Jay?” he asks blearily, yawning through the word.

“Why did I have a feeling this is what I’d be walking into tonight?” Jensen answers with a laugh and a kind roll of his eyes. You look sleepily between both of the men, confused as all hell.

Finally, it occurs to you why Jensen must be in the room – and why there had only been one bed.

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