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mulberrysilk · 3 years

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Iwaizumi Hajime x f!reader (ft. Mattsun. Makki, Oikawa)

part 1 here

summary: Iwaizumi’s sweet, innocent, vanilla girlfriend, is eased to the four men’s fantasy. The three best friend’s were finally going to have a taste of Hajime’s precious girlfriend.

words: 7.6k+

cw: smut, gang bang, corruption kink, dubcon/noncon, degradation, size kink, unprotected sex, innocent reader, tummy bulge cause of Issei’s BD , voyeurism, mean dom Oikawa, hints of jealousy

a/n: took me so long to finish this oh my goshhhhhhh. I was scared it would not be up to people’s expectations cause I feel like I set the bar high with the first part BUT anyways I did finish it. And I’m sorry for the longggggg wait!!! So here it is!!! So yee, if you like it reblog, like or even send an ask :> thank you for waiting and sticking around even when i disappear out of the blue. ( might change header pic for this post laterz hmmm let’s see)

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Iwaizumi nudged the door open with his foot and walked in with the tray, admiring your sprawled out body on his bed. You had shifted to sleep on your stomach, one leg over the other and extended long like a cat asleep beneath the warm morning sun.

He’d love to keep you like this, your face relaxed with no signs of any discontent or pain, and hair cascading over your shoulders, it was like one of those paintings he once saw in an art gallery that Oikawa dragged him along with. But he had to wake you up to give you some food to replenish from last night’s endeavors and to talk to you about a certain proposition.

Gently laying the tray on the empty spot beside you, he traced along the bare skin of your shoulders before pressing a kiss on them and with utmost care, caressed and nudged you to wake you from your peaceful slumber.

“Babe, it’s morning and I made you a little something,” he whispered in your ear, placing lazy kisses from the crook of your neck and up to your cheeks as you finally stirred.

The warm fluttering against your skin woke you from your dreamless sleep and when your eyes fluttered opened only to squint at the sunshine lighting the room, your body so slowly started to wake up one limb at a time.

“There she is,” Iwaizumi chuckled, sitting on the edge of the bed as you slowly gathered yourself, eyes shifting around you and limbs stretching so delightfully, the tension being released making you moan a little.

“Morning...” you mumbled, burying your face into the pillow once more, still drowsy.

“Y/N, you have to eat,” he gently shook you again and you whined a little. He smiled to himself. That was cute.

“Guess, I’ll have to eat these pancakes myself,”

Pancakes? You turned your head and took a peek at him with one eye, your line of sight immediately going to the tray that he was holding, golden fluffs of pancake with butter slowly melting on the top and drizzled so decadently with maple syrup.

“You don’t have to eat them yourself,” you shot up, clutching the blankets to your chest to keep your naked body warm. You wiggled closer and reached for the cutlery to indulge yourself in the breakfast treat that Iwaizumi knew you loved so much.

“You okay?” He asked, minutes after you had begun eating. Your cheeks were adorably full of pancakes, your hair was matte and messy but nonetheless, you were effortlessly glowing in his eyes.

“Mhm..fine...” you mumbled too busy with the delicious pancakes, squealing a little with joy at how fluffy and sweet they were.

Iwaizumi was ready to bring up the topic, not sure on how to tread on it without frightening you or weirding you out. But when you smiled up at him so sweetly after another satisfying bite of the pancakes he made, he hesitated.

You were still fragile for that type of thing...

shit. Iwaizumi swore to himself, feeling a pang of guilt for trying to put you through such an ordeal...if you had thought he was rough last night then he and his friends combined would obliterate you. But he was lying if the prospect of seeing your innocence crumble before him with mind-bending sinful pleasure didn’t turn him on.

“Hajime, you okay?” You placed your hand on his shoulder, breaking him from his intense trance completely clueless to the dark sexual fantasies that crossed his mind when he looked at you.

“I-I’m fine, babe,” he softly smiled, cupping your face and making you crawl closer to get more comfortable.“I hope I wasn’t too rough last night.” He caressed your cheekbone with the pad of his thumb while his other hand guided you to his lap, the tray of half-eaten pancakes abandoned on the left side of the bed.

“I didn’t hurt you did I?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your body against his, the blanket slipping from your form being the only thing separating your skin from his.

“No...” you murmured, burying your face into the crook of his neck as you recalled last night vividly.

Last night was intense, it was a side of Hajime you’ve never seen before. Even just remembering that aura of dominance around him triggered your body to respond and react to the thought of how he had gripped your waist and how fast, deep, and strong every snap of his hips was.

“If anything gets too much in the bedroom, you have to tell me okay?” He whispered in your ear, the concern contrasting so greatly to his possessive predatory one last night.

“I will,” you kissed his neck, the warmth of your lips making him shiver and wrap his one arm around you tighter. “Last night...I kind of...”

You felt embarrassed to say what you wanted and Iwaizumi could tell. He could feel how hot your face was on his shoulder.

“I liked it.”

Not knowing how your words played in him and his friends’ scheme, it gave him the green light, that dark twisted feeling deep within him waking once more.

Maybe he was wrong, Iwa thought, pressing a deep kiss onto your forehead.

Maybe you could take it.

The door to the bedroom closed, the click of the lock falling into place echoed throughout the silent living/dining room, catching the attention of the three other men.

Iwaizumi walked down the hall tray in hand, food eaten, and placed it on the kitchen island before looking at his friends.

They were on the edge of their seats.

“So?” Makki broke the silence, comfortably reclined against the chair. “What’d she say?”

Iwaizumi scratched the back of his head then leaned against the counter, hands firm against the marble.

“I didn’t bring it up,” Iwaizumi finally responded, fighting the blush that grew hot in his cheeks.

“What do you mean, Iwa-Chan? Didn’t take you to be a scaredy-cat.”

Just like that Iwa’s glare darkened.

“He’s scared it might freak her out,” Mattsun spoke up as if he knew you all too well. “Also, he’s a bit protective, aren’t you Iwaizumi?”

“It’s not like we’re going break her,” Makki chuckled, taking a sip of his half-empty glass of juice.

“We just need to guide her...the idea is foreign and also let’s be real, it’s very unconventional for a girl to have 4 lovers at the same time.” Iwaizumi thought out loud, heart melting a little at how precious his girlfriend was. You’d do anything for him wouldn’t you?

“Ooo, lovers,” Makki cooed, legs bouncing up and down excitedly. “Sounds official.”

“You sure she’s comfortable with this?” Mattsun wanted to reaffirm, surprising not only Iwaizumi but Makki and Oikawa as well. Was his crush on you simply just a crush? Or was it stronger than that? He put his own desires aside to make sure that you were comfortable with it despite lusting over you for so long.

“She’s shy...but she likes to please. Besides she’s warmed up to you guys a little. I just need to pace her through it...” Iwaizumi replied before trailing off deep in thought, formulating a plan. Was he a bad boyfriend for doing this? “When we first did it, I had to guide her all the way... It was cute.”

It made sense to them now.

Iwaizumi didn’t bring it up because he knew the idea would scare you. Trying and learning to please your boyfriend in the bedroom was one thing, and pleasuring his three other friends was going to be another. It was taboo. It was unheard of. It was the kind of thing you’d only hear whispered by word of mouth or seen in exaggerated hentai.

“We just need to guide her...” Oikawa hummed, thinking it over with sadistic glee. He always loved the innocent timid ones. Guiding you was just another way of saying, to dominate you.

“Roger that,” Makki nodded, an enthusiastic dark grin on his face.

“That’s that then,” Mattsun concluded. “We’re all in, Iwaizumi.”

“Right. You guys are coming over again next Friday then. Till then, keep your dicks in your pants alright? ”

The week passed excruciatingly slow for the trio, they were so looking forward to Friday night, and seeing you on campus was both a good and bad thing.

The good was that you couldn’t look them straight in the eyes and would blush whenever they were near, always moving behind Iwaizumi to hide a little. It was adorable and it stirred their want for you even more. Their excitement for when they’d go to Iwaizumi’s place again also showed during their practices, they were far more motivated and driven. Oikawa’s spikes, if possible, increased in strength, Hanamaki and Matsukawa were quick in their feet, the duo, even more intimidating on the court and never missing a single score. Their Ace, reliable as ever.

The bad thing was, seeing you around and hanging out with you on campus tested their self-control. The number of times they had to hold themselves back from attacking your neck greedily whenever you threw your head back as you laughed, or the times where you would innocently place your hand behind your skirt as you bent over to pick something up, or even when they walked you and Iwaizumi home, their light touches desperately wanting to be rougher.

But good things come to those who wait.

“Do you guys want any popcorn or sparkling soda?” You asked them from the kitchen, the movie flashing on the tv long forgotten.

“We’re good babe,” Iwaizumi called out and from where you stop with your glass of water, you smiled at him.

“Okay, well, I’m going to bed,” you waved before making your way to the bedroom, feet bare against the tiled floor and only clad in Iwaizumi’s hoodie, its sleeves going past your hands accentuating how small you were compared to them.

“Baby, come here,”

You tilted your head to the side questioningly but like an obedient little pup your feet carried you to your boyfriend sat in the middle of the couch, legs parted, inviting you to his lap.

Iwaizumi gently held your hand in his and tugged you onto his thighs, throwing a blanket over your legs, your face already going different shades of red as your body melted into him in front of his friends who you thought were watching the movie. He wrapped his arms around you, the position the two of you were in being familiar as you two have cuddled like this before.

He was quite clingy today...you guessed you’ll just fall asleep in his arms. But he had other plans.

“Hajime...not here,” you whispered, wincing at the sudden touch of his hands wrapping around your waist beneath his baggy hoodie.

Oikawa with his arms folded over his chest, watched the two of you in the corner of his eye, the blinking LED screen being the only source of light in the dark living room.

“If you stay quiet, no one’s going to notice,” he muttered, warm breath against your ear and callous hands cupping your breasts, massaging the soft plump flesh, and pinching your nipples.

“Hajime,” you whimpered, voice softer than the commotion in the film. Your hand grabbed his wrists, barely wrapping around their width as you tried to stop him from doing something so inappropriate with his friends so close.

Makki was slumped at the foot of the couch, his strawberry blond tufts of hair close to brushing your bare thighs, Mattsun was right beside Iwaizumi, eyes focused on the screen, while Oikawa occupied the armchair like a king sat upon his throne.

“You’ll be good for me right?” Iwa rasped, tongue flicking along the joint of your jaw, the same skillful tongue that had sent you over the edge last night.

“Haji...” you wearily mumbled, clutching his wrists to stop his hands from feeling you up which had you squirming and wriggling on his lap. What if his friends see? You didn’t want them to see you any differently or find you disgusting...

Your heart stopped when a hand rested on your thigh, squeezing the flesh so gently and thumb rubbing soothing circles on your skin. That wasn’t Iwaizumi. You knew how his hands felt, this hand had longer fingers and a slightly much more callous touch.

Mattsun felt you tense and that sent an excited shiver down his spine. Your skin was so soft and warm, he was tempted to let his hand travel further up and you looked so cute squirming on your boyfriend’s lap. Was your ass grinding against him unknowingly?

“Issei...” you murmured his name, your eyes meeting his. Your confused, furrowed brows and flustered expression, was sparking the long awaited need that’s been pent up for the past week. And god, you called him Issei. Not Mattsun, not Matsukawa, but Issei. You were really asking for it huh?

“Will you be good for us, baby? We promise to be gentle,” Iwa nipped at your earlobe, a delightful shiver running up and down your spine. “They want you so bad.”

No, they don’t, you denied silently in disbelief, mind fogging up with how Iwaizumi’s hands massaged your aching breasts and Mattsun’s fingers lingered between your inner thighs, so close to your clothed core.

You didn’t know what to do. You were so sensitive to their touch, it was embarrassing. Iwaizumi though relished at how responsive you were. Of course, you were so sensitive and responsive, the chastity he tainted had only got a taste of gentle, vanilla sex and he wanted nothing more than to explore some darker fantasies with you that he never realized he had til he met you.

He wanted to be the one who takes away your innocence completely...you were his to love and to ruin.

Makki was fully aware of what was happening and he felt his excitement bubble in his chest, he glanced at Oikawa who was actually focusing on the film almost like he forgot why they were here in the first place.

Feeling your thighs slowly inch apart, your breath hitched when you felt a warm soft breeze blowing against your core. You tried to squeeze them shut but your ankles were hooked around Iwaizumi’s parted legs, and Matsukawa’s strong hand aided the third person beneath the fleece blanket.

“Hajime..I’m—ah!” You squeaked when pressure was applied onto your clit, those same fingers beginning to slowly trace the shape of your slit through your cotton panties, the shock filling your chest making your thighs pathetically attempt to shut again.

Makki below the blanket and between the valley of your soft thighs, leaned closer, breath against your core, and rubbed your cute little cunt through your underwear, biting his lip when you involuntarily began to soak the fabric with your arousal.

“No...please,” you wriggled, your lower abdomen heating up the same way when Iwaizumi would touch you like that. But it wasn’t your boyfriend. It was Hanamaki.

“How is she down there?” Mattsun asked, voice low and caressing your thigh.

“She’s getting wet,” Makki responded, taking an experimental lick at your core, getting a taste of your juices that soaked your underwear. “She smells and tastes so pretty.” He groaned then buried his face into you, making you jolt on Iwaizumi’s lap. Makki’s finger hooked the fabric aside and his hot tongue dragged up your slit.

“Hear that Y/N? Makki says you taste pretty,” Iwaizumi whispered in your ear. The way his fingers worked at your breasts while Makki lapped at your core made your head spin as you tried to make sense of what was happening.

Was this normal? Do other girls with boyfriends have their friends do this to them too?

“She’s a pretty little whore in the making,” Oikawa’s voice dipped, words and change in tone frightening you.

“Oikawa-san,” your voice quivered, sinking into Iwaizumi’s body like prey cornered by hunters. He was so unlike himself. His chocolate brown eyes were dark and his pupils were so dilated that in this darkness he no longer appeared as the pretty charming prince that captivated everyone, instead he looked like a devilishly handsome demon.

Makki traced his fingers around your entrance, collecting your wetness before plunging inside you without warning, mouth sucking and tongue playing with your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Makki!” You cried out, back arching at the sudden intrusion.

“Holy shit, she’s so fucking tight,” Makki moaned against your cunt, the vibrations of his voice adding to the pleasure you tried so hard to deny, your walls clenching tightly around his fingers.

Only Iwaizumi was supposed to touch you like this, why are they— “Ah!” Your hands gripped Iwaizumi’s wrist as Makki’s long fingers began to curl and pump inside of you.

“Feels good doesn’t it, baby?” Iwaizumi hummed, letting go of your breasts to lace his fingers with yours in an attempt to comfort you.

You shook your head left and right, still in denial, thinking this was some sort of test to find out how loyal you were to Iwaizumi.

“No? But do you hear how wet you are?”

Your body was betraying you, the wet squelching sound of your cunt being pumped with Makki’s long fingers filled the room, and you could even feel how wet and slick covered they were. And his tongue, gosh, it had you tightening around his fingers every time he sucked and played with your clit. How could you let yourself be touched like this by his friends? Why was your body responding to them? Why wasn’t Iwaizumi stopping them?

Oikawa stood from his seat, height towering over you and casting a shadow over your body being fondled and played with by his friends. You were adorable like this, panting and helpless before them. He traced his finger along your jaw ignoring Iwaizumi’s dark predatory gaze watching him.

“You were always so cute, Y/N-chan,” he tilted his head, a dark smile on his face that gave you the urge to hide or run away. “But you’re a little slut too aren’t you? You like being touched like this. Why deny it?” His thumb ran along your wet plump lips.

“Is Makki going to make you cum?” Oikawa pouted with faux concern, peeling the blanket off of your lap to reveal your legs spread open and Makki playing with your cunt. His eyes observed your body tremble and jolt, grinding on Iwaizumi’s crotch unintentionally, his cock hard in his sweat pants.

“You bet I will,” Makki mumbled against your core, fingers not ceasing their fast pace, scissoring inside your velvety walls, your breathing was ragged and only whimpers and whines sounded from you.

“Bet your pretty little mouth can take—

Before Oikawa could finish his sentence, Mattsun, flicked the setter’s hands away and gripped your chin, turning your head to face him as he crashed his lips on yours.

Your eyes screwed shut as his tongue delved into you, lips kissing you fervently. Iwaizumi continued to attack your neck with his own lips, not stopping his friends. Oikawa pouted at being interrupted and gently wrapped his hand around your dainty wrist, guiding it to his crotch and placing your palm against his clothed erection.

Mattsun pulled away to catch his breath, the taste of your sweet lips lingering on his, wanting to take a good look at you. Tears were in your eyes and they stained your cheeks, your mouth was agape, gasping for air and whining for Makki to stop. His eyes flickered to your reddened lips, the lips he has dreamed so much about, be it kissing his own lips or wrapped around his cock.

“Makki, if you keep doing that I’m g-gonna—,”

“Cum?” Makki grinned, licking his lips stained with your essence, fingers curling in your gummy walls and hitting that spot inside you without fail that had your thighs trembling.

“Go ahead, baby. Let Makki make you cum,” Iwaizumi pinched and rolled your nipples between his fingers. “You sound so cute whimpering like that.” He nuzzled his cheek against yours momentarily before Mattsun captured your lips once again the exact moment your core snapped.

Your eyes widened and a cry struck your vocal cords as pleasure rippled throughout your body, your sounds muffled in the sloppy hot kiss Mattsun trapped you in. You writhed on Iwaizumi’s lap, trembling as Makki continued to lap every single drop of your climax, tasting you and suckling at your essence like it was honey.

Your heavy-lidded eyes flickered to Makki on his knees with his face buried in your cunt. Through your tear-stained lashes you blearily blinked at him, his own eyes locked with yours as you came on his tongue.

“Good girl,” Iwaizumi praised over and over in whispers against your ear, caressing your head. “Makki made you feel good, didn’t he? You don’t have to lie, princess. It’s okay.” He reassured you. Iwaizumi had to be the voice of calmness and reassurance at this moment, knowing that his friends had no intention to go gentle on you. He had to support you and guide you through this.

Makki awaited your response with bated breath, and let out a triumphant exhale and smile when you looked away shyly parting from Mattsun’s lips and nodded, chest rising and falling heavily.

“You tasted so sweet, Y/N,” Makki gathered your slick in his fingers again, your core still throbbing from the orgasm he forced out of you. “I could do this all day.” He licked his fingers clean, making you blush even further.

“Kiss her Makki,” Oikawa ordered, his hand still wrapped around your wrist that had your hand against his hardened member. “Let her taste herself.”

Makki grinned and instantly leaned up to kiss you, your fingers clutching into Iwaizumi’s forearm. You were supposed to find this completely dirty and embarrassing but tasting yourself on Makki’s lips and tongue, a part of you actually liked it.

“She’s so obedient,” Oikawa hummed in approval, tugging his trousers down, low enough to free his cock and guiding your soft dainty fingers to wrap around him.

Your heartbeat quickened. What were you going to do? You haven’t done that before, your panic was easily read by Oikawa.

“You’ve never given Iwaizumi a hand job before?” He raised a well-groomed brow.

Makki pulled away to rid himself of his shirt, allowing you to catch your breath. You were about to shake your head but Oikawa gripped your chin.

“Use your words,” he commanded in a sing-song voice that didn’t comfort you or lift the tension at all.

You felt so small around them. Even smaller than they already made you feel with their stature.

“I haven’t....” you admitted, holding Iwa’s hand.

“It’s okay baby,” Iwaizumi reassured, gently kissing your cheek. “You could always learn. It’s nothing to feel bad about. It’s not your fault.”

“You’re being too gentle with her Iwa-chan,” Oikawa tutted. “She should get some punishment for not putting in the extra effort to learn.”

You shut your thighs closed and began to sink against Iwaizumi, the word punishment scaring you. In their eyes, you were a cornered kitty with nowhere to go.

“Did you ever use your pretty mouth on him?” Oikawa questioned, guiding your hand up and down his shaft. You couldn’t even look him in the eyes. “Answer me, Y/N.” His voice darkened again.

“No,” you meekly answered.

“See, not so hard to use words isn’t it?” Oikawa caressed your cheek, while you wished Iwaizumi wasn’t so silent and as if he read your mind, he swatted Oikawa’s away.

“I told you to guide her through it, not be a dick about it,” Iwaizumi scolded his friend, Oikawa’s dominating facade cracking a little at Iwaizumi’s tone.

“I am guiding her. You should thank me, I’m gonna teach her how to use her cute hands and pretty mouth,”

“With your dick?” Iwa scoffed.

“Her hands on my cock and her mouth for you,”

“Just...” you finally spoke up, all eyes on you. “Please be gentle...I just don’t want to disappoint all of you...don’t want to disappoint,Hajime.”

A chord was struck within all of them.

This was what Iwaizumi meant when he said you loved to please. It’s not even because you loved it, it was in your nature. Your sweetness and desire to please rooted from childhood when you saw how pleasing others be it with good deeds or merely obeying, made them happy.

Their want for you if possible increased. That part of you just fed to their twisted fantasies, they could mold you to their desire, make you theirs so easily. With you, they knew that they could have you at the palm of their hands, they could condition you to love them and only them, to mark you as theirs and carve your walls with the the shape of their cocks that you wouldn’t want anyone else.

In fact, you should consider yourself lucky. They were going to teach you everything.

Oikawa sighed in defeat, deciding that he will be nicer to the Angel on Iwaizumi’s lap. He caressed your cheek, the warmth in his brown eyes returning.

“You can never disappoint us,” he promised, the trust and belief in your eyes sparkling before him. So obedient. So naive. You’d believe anything they would say.

As if to make you believe them even more, Mattsun pressed a kiss on the left side of your neck.

“We’ll help you,” he reassured, hand snaking up beneath the hoodie to cup your left breast. He groaned at their softness, they felt even better against his hands.

“But you have to be a good girl,” Oikawa was thrusting his hips in languid motions, your hand still wrapped around his cock. “You have to do as we say because I know, you know what happens to good girls who disobey. They get...”

“Punished...” you winced, when your darling boyfriend behind you had his hands on your hips, grinding your bare cunt against his clothed cock, the friction of the cotton fabric making you grip Oikawa’s cock a little more not knowing what it would do.

The setter groaned. “Mhm...Just like that.”

“Go faster, baby,” Iwaizumi whispered in your ear. “Move your hand faster. Up and down...good girl.”

You followed his instructions and Oikawa let out a moan while Iwaizumi ground against your core, his touch being something so familiar that your body reacted instantly.

“Your hands are so soft,” Oikawa hummed, running a hand through his hair, hips rocking forward and back assisting your motions. But when his eyes flickered to where your cunt drooled over Iwaizumi’s hard cock, staining his sweat pants, he grabbed your wrist to stop you. Worry flashed in your eyes.

“D-did I do something wrong?”

“No, no,” Oikawa smiled soothingly, hands grabbing the hem of the sweatshirt to pull it over you. He discarded it in the corner and your arms instinctively crossed over your breasts, not used to anyone else other than Iwaizumi seeing you so vulnerable. “We just need to switch up the positions a little bit. It’s not fair to keep the others waiting.”

You batted your lashes with confusion as he took your hand guiding you to your knees, trembling in anticipation and eyes glancing at Iwa for reassurance.

The brunette tucked your hair behind your ear and placed a kiss on your forehead before his voice got cold again and deep, making you feel as if you were standing on thin ice.

“I want you to ride our dear Mattsun,” he commanded, turning you to face Mattsun, his long legs spread wide open and the rest of him reclined lazily on the couch, his brows in their usual unamused arch.

“I think between Makki and me, Mattsun should be the first to fill your tight little cunt,”

“F-first?” Everything was happening so fast, your brain couldn’t take it all in. What did Tōru meant by first?

Mattsun’s hands found their way to your hips, caressing and feeling your skin, his eyes hungrily ogling your breasts and glistening core.

“He crushed on you long before Iwa-chan and you began dating.”

He what?

Oikawa with his firm hands on your shoulders pushed you forward to stand between Mattsun’s legs, the outline of his erection making you gulp.

“He’s been needing you the longest. Why won’t you be a good girl and straddle his lap, hm?”

Scared of the consequences if you did not listen, you placed your legs on either of his lap your hands resting on his shoulders as you looked at anywhere but him, embarrassed to be straddling another man right in front of your boyfriend.

“You’re so beautiful,” Mattsun whispered in your ear making sure only you heard what said. “He’s telling the truth you know? I always wanted you.”

“Issei,” you whimpered, when he pulled your hips down against his crotch, his hardness rubbing against your clit over and over. As much as you hated to admit it, your walls were clenching around nothing, begging to be filled and stretched, you could feel how wet you were and it showed when small wet stains marked the fabric.

“Do you want me, Y/N?” One of his hands left your hips, untying his trousers and freeing his cock from them, hand around his girth as he positioned the bulbous head of his cock leaking with pre-cum at your entrance.

Your hands gripped his shoulders when he began to trace the slit of your pussy with the tip, slicking himself with your arousal.

“You’re so nice and wet,” he praised, kissing your collarbone. “Take a look.”

You wished you didn’t. His cock was far bigger than you thought. It was lengthy and thick, it differed greatly from all his friends and you weren’t even used to how Iwaizumi’s own cock would stretch you every time the two of you had sex. How were you going to fit that inside of you? It was going to tear you apart.

“I-Issei, I don’t think it’ll fit,” you murmured, nervously clutching his shoulders. Yet your body was tingling.

“We’ll make it fit,” he simply responded, slowly pushing the tip of his cock in.

“W-what? Wait!” You slumped against him. “W-wait! Please—

“Y/N I’ve waited too long for this,” he growled, self-control fading fast at how your tight walls clenched around him at the first half inch. Fuck, he needed to feel those heavenly walls around his cock. He pushed your hips lower, watching the way your lower lips split open to try and accommodate his size. “Fuck.”

It stung. You really believed you were going to break.

You felt so utterly full and when you glanced down to see you were only halfway down his length, tears had begun to wet your lashes. This was wrong. That place was supposed to be only for Hajime. And yet, your boyfriend was watching, cock in hand and pumping at the sight of you trying to take his friend’s fat cock.

“Issei, it hurts,” you cried onto the crook of his neck.

“Never took a cock this big huh?” He kissed the side of your head, eyes crazed at how your little cunt was trying to swallow his length. This was far better than his dreams. “You feel so good. So tight.” His thumb circled your clit, helping to soothe and distract you from the unfamiliar stretch. “But we need to put your pretty mouth to good use too. Don’t you think?”

“W-what?”

Before you knew it, you were on your hands and knees, Mattsun repositioned himself behind you, toying with your clit while you were at eye level of Oikawa’s chiseled abdomen, his eyes judging and observing you with such strictness as you bobbed your head up and down, his cock twitching and hot in your mouth. The loss of Mattsun’s cock inside of you, made your core ache and it didn’t help that he was only playing with your clit at the moment and teasing the tip at your entrance.

“Hm...not bad,” Oikawa hummed, running his fingers through your hair, eyes closing as enjoyed the warmth of your mouth. “Use your tongue...just like that.” He groaned, bucking his hips ever so slightly into you making you shiver backward when his cock reaches in far too close for comfort. “Awe, princess, you’re still not so sure on how to do it Hm? That’s okay, I don’t mind doing it myself.”

Himself? You cried around his length when he began to thrust in and out of your mouth, your eyes wide when you feel him down your throat, your tears flowing down your cheeks as you helplessly let yourself be used.

Distracted with the dizzying rough ministrations of Oikawa’s cock in your mouth, Mattsun slid his cock all the way in your tight cunt once more, making you cry and moan onto Oikawa’s length, the vibrations of your throat making him groan and increase his speed.

Iwaizumi bit his lip, cock painfully hard in his grasp as he watched you. Your frame was so tiny compared to him and his friends. So fragile, and yet you were holding up with their rough actions. With observant eyes, he could see the bulge that came and went in your throat when Oikawa’s cock glided in and out of you, and with Mattsun’s hard fast thrusts, Iwaizumi and Makki swore he could see Issei’s cock bulging out your lower abdomen.

“That’s so hot,” Makki chuckled, giving Iwaizumi a squeeze on the shoulder like the ones he did before he went on court, and nestled his way beneath you, mouth latching on to your breasts.

“Do you feel Issei here?” Makki grinned, placing his hand on your lower belly, feeling the jolts of the collision between Mattsun’s cock and your cervix. You cried out at the pressure, trying to pull away from them in hopes to ask if they could be more gentle. “Shit, Mattsun, you’re really deep inside her. I can feel you dude.”

“Yeah? Lemme feel,”

There was so much going on. Your mind couldn’t process every movement and their words. You felt and heard them but they were muffled like your cries and moans, all drowned out by the maddening pleasure ripping through every fiber of your body.

Issei was stretching your walls and filling you up from behind, and you were so utterly full. You believed your mind was going to break from all this and Oikawa fucking your throat just added to this madness.

“F-fuck,” Tooru hissed, fingers tangled with your hair as he suddenly stilled. Then you felt it, his climax dripping down your throat. You desperately tried to pull away, you felt suffocated even though you were breathing in through your nose but your reaction made the setter growl and hold you in place. “Where do you think you’re going? I thought you were going to be good. Don’t waste a single drop, Y/N...or else.”

Your wide teary eyes looked up at him so weakly, so pathetically as you heed his commands, allowing the warm cum to spill down your throat till he was finished before pulling out. A string of his cum and your saliva went from his cock to your swollen lips, you did your best to try and let the oxygen flood your chest but that proved difficult with how Mattsun was pounding into you, his hands gripping your hips harshly.

“Let me see.” Oikawa gripped your chin, tilting your head up to him, your mouth open as you panted, no remnants of his cum in your mouth. The sight made the setter smile softly at you. “Would you look at that, Iwa-chan,” he chuckled mirthlessly. “She swallowed every drop.”

Iwaizumi from the armchair groaned at the sight of your dark pink mouth, cum swallowed clean from them.

“Ah. Issei!” You moaned, chest collapsing onto Hanamaki, your rear still hoisted up by Mattsun. “T-too deep.” Makki kissed your temple as you clutched onto him for comfort, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you whimpered and whined. “G-gonna cum!”

Your exclamation, if possible, made Issei go faster, repeatedly without fail hitting the sweet spongy spot inside you that dulled all reason and logic completely. All you could think about was his cock and the way it was making you feel.

Iwaizumi from his spot watched a twinge of jealously swelling in his chest as Mattsun fucked you dumb. It was definitely a sight that turned him on, your cute face was wet with tears of rapture, your moans and whimpers that gradually got louder and shameless were signs you were so close to falling apart and your body jolting at the sheer force of his friend’s thrusts made jealously and lust mix together.

Did you really look that pretty when he fucks you? Also, he couldn’t shake off the uneasy feeling of how you didn’t reach out or call out to him for comfort after his friends had you complying with their will.

‘Don’t want to disappoint, Hajime,’ your words from earlier echoed in his head. It was all for him. You were doing this for him. It was sweet really. And you were far too naive to know better, to know that a guy letting his friends fuck you weren’t normal at all. That this was just a sick twisted fantasy that he wanted to be fulfilled.

You were wholeheartedly his, and now theirs as well. But Iwaizumi knew, no matter how good they fucked you, you never loved them as much as you loved him.

Mattsun’s hiss pierced Iwaizumi’s ears but the soft refrain of your final cry dampened his sound, your body trembled from head to toe and it arched into Makki as you clamped around Issei’s cock, gushing around him while he unloaded himself into you. Hot spurts of his cum filling you up till it leaked from your abused cunt.

Iwaizumi scorned the look of adoration in Mattsun’s face as your body collapsed into Makki’s, panting against his neck and still shivering from the bliss. The way he looked at you. So fondly. So…enchanted.

Then Makki, took his turn, laying you down on the couch, parting your doll limp legs, and aligning himself at your entrance, a mix of yours and Mattsun’s cum leaking out. But Makki stuffed it back in by sheathing himself inside you, your walls hot and slick already.

“Ah, fuck! She’s so tight,” he groaned, moving in and out of you slowly, relishing each drag of your walls being stretched over and over with each thrust. “Even after taking Issei. F-fuck—“

“Makki, wait,” you whimpered, hand pushing against his hip. “I’m still too—ah!—sensitive.” But he didn’t stop, he’s dreamt of this for far too long too. “Hajime!” You cried out and he was immediately by your side, looming over you, eyes impassive as blearily looked at him.

He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear as your body bounced with each thrust. You looked so slutty like this, your furrowed brows and plump parted lips, eyes squeezing shut now and then when the sensation feels too much. So pretty, he thought.

“Go on, Y/N-Chan,” Oikawa chuckled your hand around his cock again as you pumped him mindlessly. “Show Iwa-chan just how good your mouth is.”

Without any hesitation, you opened your mouth, tongue poking out, so easily bending to their whims as the boys reduced you to nothing but a fuck toy. Your boyfriend did his best to not be as rash or rough as his friends have been, but the way your tongue and mouth worked wonders on his cock, had him losing his own self-control and rutting his hips hard, the tip of his cock reaching the back of your throat.

“Good girl,” Iwaizumi groaned, your eyes gazing up at him like he was your salvation making him buck his hips a little into you to feel your throat squeeze his cock. A soft smile adorned his face. Your heart swelled and you kept your teary eyes locked with his, the intensity of adoration they conveyed sending Iwa on the edge, cumming down your throat.

You moaned around his length when you felt his seed spill and the vibrations of your sounds made Iwa’s dick twitch in your mouth, another long groan of satisfaction leaving his lips. Then your body was engulfed by nothing but hot warmth, another orgasm shaking all over your body to your core. Makki’s cum mixed with Mattsun’s inside of you while Oikawa finished on your tits, his cum painting your skin white.

You weren’t able to gather what happened after that, the next thing you knew you were in yours and Iwa’s shared bed with him holding you in his strong arms with him asleep. Had all of that been a dream?

The ache between your thighs when you shifted on the bed told you it wasn’t and softly, outside in the living room, you could hear them. Your boyfriend’s friends, laughing away and talking about something you couldn’t quite make out. Your head felt light while your body felt the opposite, your cunt felt sore and your throat, was dry and coarse.

“Hajime—,” you croaked, an unpleasant raspy sound but his ears picked it up immediately. His eyes flew open and you were met the dark brown eyes that you trusted and loved with all your heart.

“What’s up, baby?” He asked, throwing an arm over your stomach and nestling his head into the crook of your neck.

Before you could say you were thirsty, you coughed and he was quick to grab the prepared glass of water by the bedside table, bringing the rim to your lips and helping your drink, the cool water soothing your parched and itchy throat.

“You did so well,” he cooed softly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to his chest. Your cheeks instantly warmed his approval meaning the world to you.

“I still only love you,” you murmured nervously, lacing your fingers with his, feeling a little embarrassed to have been fucked by his friends and to be seen so vulnerable as you only had been with Hajime. And yet, the pleasure they made you feel…it was on a whole new level.

Iwaizumi held back his laughter, your attempt of reassurance cute. He knew that already. Even long before he agreed his friends to indulge.

“I know baby,” he hummed, feeling you relax in his hold, melting into him, still fatigued. “I only love you too.” But then an image of how you looked at Issei when he had you and how Issei gazed at you with nothing but want and adoration, sparked hints of jealousy deep in his chest.

“Did you have fun?”

Reluctant to answer, you couldn’t deny that the sudden turn of events was erotic…and it was fun.

“Is it bad that I did?” You tilted your head to look up at him, his brows relaxed and not furrowed, his expression reassuring you a little. You were sure it wasn’t normal to fuck your boyfriend’s friends…the idea felt forbidden. Like a dirty fantasy that one cannot admit to having ever thought about.

“No.” His voice pierced your thoughts, making them part like dark clouds and finally letting some sunlight peek through. “What matters to me, was that you felt good. If those idiots couldn’t make you cum and didn’t care about making you cum, I would’ve beaten them to a pulp.”

Softly, you laughed, a smile etching its way on your face as relief washed over you, and the comfort and ease between you and Iwa returned, stronger than ever.

“You looked so fucking sexy though,” he whispered in your ear, the image of what had happened making his cock twitch under the covers. “So pretty.” He peppered kisses on the crown of your head. “I honestly didn’t think you’d be able to take it.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “I’m not made of glass, Hajime.”

“Is that so?” He smirked, and you found yourself flustered once again and even shoved one of the pillows into his face, telling him that before he could have any ideas, he should let you rest first.

And he did let your rest, before slipping out of the warmth of the bed and slipping on his sweat pants. He walked out into the living room to see his friends lounged about with another video game on the tv. They were in high spirits and he went over to where Makki and Issei sat, playing away, and smacked both the back of their heads.

Oikawa blinked, pausing his aimless scrolling through social media.

“Dude, what the fuck!” Makki groaned. “I felt like my head was going to be spiked off my neck. What’s the deal?”

“You idiots came inside her,” he growled, knocking their heads against each other this time.

“You didn’t say we couldn’t!”

Iwa’s teeth ground against each other, his jaw clenching. Makki was right, he didn’t mention it. That was his own fault. If only they knew how annoyed he was to be cleaning you up only to wipe away cum that wasn’t his.

“Next time you two pull that shit again, I’ll punch you both in the stomach.” He warned but his ultimatum wasn’t what they took away from his words.

“Oh? There’s a next time?” Oikawa smirked, thinking of having his turn with you.

A vein protruded in Iwa’s forehead, holding back curses and swears at their beaming faces. Instead of responding to the question they wanted to be answered, he turned around and made his way back to the bedroom, ignoring Makki and Oikawa’s boos and whines. Issei’s silence and laid back, uninterested gaze, making Iwa weary.

“Keep it down and lock the doors before you go to bed,” was all he said before disappearing into the room that separated him and his friends, in this room it was a tranquil moment and a place where you were wholeheartedly his. Not theirs. But his.

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Miraculous escape - Chapter 1

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

I wasn’t planning to post this yet, but it’s Lukadrien June and today prompt is ‘escape’ and, even if it’s only Lukadrien friendship (bc it’s Lukanette & Adrigami endgame), it fit so well that I couldn’t stop myself from posting this. Chapter 1 and the final chapter have been finished for months, but I don’t know when I’m going to continue with the rest...

This fic is based / inspired by Marilyn Monroe’s ‘Some like it hot’ film.

Thank you @alittleshycat for the header and wanted posters pic! ( I hope you’re doing well... I miss you... 🥺💙 )

Thank you @brickercupmasterx3 for proofreading! 💙

Summary:

Luka helps Adrien escape from his prison-like house and his strict father but Gabriel Agreste is not planning to let them go away easily. They become fugitives and ask Juleka for help, who offers them a very unconventional escape plan: joining a girl band/orchestra to flee the country.

Easier said than done, especially when they find something unexpected in that band: the two most beautiful women they've ever seen.

Warning: includes art

AO3

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Chapter 1: Fugitives

"My father is going to kill me."

"Your father is going to kill us."

One carrying a guitar on his back, and the other a piano keyboard case on his hand, two musicians were being chased by multiple cars around Paris. Turning corners, going up and downstairs, hiding behind trash containers and cars, the chase seemed far from an end anytime soon. Panting for air, the pair continued running after they turned the corner, just in time not to be seen- a close call. The loud sirens never seemed to stop, coming from all directions.

"I can't believe I finally escaped from home!", the young blond man exclaimed excitedly. "Thanks, Luka. I wouldn't have made it without your help. You're a real friend."

"Don't mention it, Adrien. That's what friends are for, right?", the blue haired man laughed and patted his back. "It would have been perfect if we hadn't broken half of your father's statue collection while escaping your bodyguards, though. Now he's gonna kill us for sure. We can't let them catch us!"

"We need to run away from Paris. And fast! My father is the devil itself! You don't want to know..."

"I don't!"

Jumping down a wall, and turning another corner, the two friends hid in the back of a funeral car and waited until the police sirens got further away. They had been scolded for being disrespectful with the dead, but it was worth it: they were safe- at least for now.

"We need to leave the city and find a place to stay. Knowing your father, he must have all stations, roads and airports under his control." Luka said, stopping Adrien from crossing the street to firstly check their surroundings.

"How are we going to do it? Our car became 'inoperative' during the chase and our friends and family must be monitored!"

Adrien's panic made Luka grab his shoulders to reassure him of their plans.

"No, look. They know you, but they don't know much about me. Not many people know I have a sister who lives here, in Paris."

"You do?"

"Yes. We need to make it to her apartment and then we’ll figure out how to proceed. Are you ready to run again?"

"More than ready. I'm excited!" Adrien grinned back at Luka, feeling an adrenaline rush.

"Let's go!"

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When Juleka opened the door of her apartment, she wasn't expecting to meet her dumbass older brother and Adrien Agreste, the young man who had been on the news non-stop for the last two hours. She raised one eyebrow and Luka knew she was looking for a reason not to shut the door on their faces.

"Juleka! We need your help! We have to get out of the city. Could you lend us your car?"

"What the heck is wrong with you!? It's been two years and that's all you have to say? What kind of trouble are you involved in now? This flower boy has been in the news for hours! They are even offering a reward for whoever finds him! And one for you! A dead or alive one in your case! They're saying you kidnapped him! So you better have a good explanation or I'm kicking you out."

"I do, I do! Listen: remember dad? I know you were little, but do you remember what being trapped is? That's this man's, Adrien's, everyday life for you. I couldn't bear to see my friend like that anymore so I offered to help him escape" Juleka's eyebrow sank deeper towards her nose, meaning Luka knew that wasn't good news. "I had to help him get his freedom! Can you believe he has never had a burger? Or been to a drive through? He can't even drive a car! He literally crashed my car at a streetlight after mistaking the gas and brake pedals! Have some compassion and help us escape Paris. Please?" he finished, pleadingly.

Juleka's eyes moved to analyze Adrien before answering: blond rich guy, well dressed and innocent looking. The way he was trying to figure out her front door and how his green eyes curiously examined his surroundings made him look like a playful cat, and Juleka had no doubt that he was as dumb, or probably dumber, than her older brother. Which meant Jukeka wanted them out, but also that she couldn't refuse to help- otherwise they would surely not make it out alive.

"Fine. What do you need?" She resigned.

"A car or anything that takes us away from Paris! No, better! Out of the country!"

Adrien was still examining Juleka's old and untidy room when she noticed his eyes paused on a paper on the table. She knew that paper: a girl band/orchestra called "Miraculous" was looking to recruit experienced musicians to perform around Italy for three weeks. Suddenly, she knew what to do.

"Join that girl band, the one in the pamphlet", Juleka suggested, pointing at said paper.

"What? A girl band? We're men, Jules! We can't join a girl band!"

"Luka is right!" Adrien quickly agreed.

"No, it can be done. I'm good with makeup and I'm tall enough for my clothes to fit Adrien. We can use some of Mom's clothes for you. ‘Old style’. Oh, and I have some wigs too.” Juleka continued. "Can this blondie play any instrument?"

"Well, yes. He's a pianist," Luka answered.

"Perfect! I'll find a way for you to cover for the pianist and the guitarist of the band: Chloe and Lila. Nobody likes them anyway, and the band members probably don't even remember their faces well, since they joined recently. Nobody will miss them. And it's perfect that you're blond, just like Chloe. I have the perfect wig for you"

Juleka disappeared for a few minutes and came back with a pair of scissors, two wigs and a box of makeup- oh, and wax. The two male friends could feel cold sweat down their backs.

"Wow, you have such a pretty face!" Juleka exclaimed, taking a closer look at Adrien's facial features. "I'll cut your bangs a bit so they don't show under your wig. Luka: do yourself a favor and go shave meanwhile."

"Are you serious about this, Jules?" Luka asked, moving towards the bathroom sink.

"Of course I am", she glared confidently at him. "Do you want to flee the country or not? I'm getting you out, but you need to trust me."

"Is this really necessary…?" Adrien asked in a trembling voice, seeing how Juleka's scissors were close to his eyes as she was cutting his long bangs.

"It definitely is! The band orchestra is leaving midday tomorrow and we have a lot to do!" Juleka ordered. "I can't wait to wax those hairy legs of yours" she murmured. Adrien could only gasp in fear.

When Juleka finished, she was proud of her results. The disguises were perfect: a long blond wig on Adrien, tied as a long braid, his big green eyes standing out with the mascara on his lashes, and he had pink colored cheeks and cherry lips. His face and hair were perfectly complemented by a white dress to his knees and a short jacket over his shoulders, covering his strong forearms. He also used some pads to simulate not very large breasts. The final touch was a pair of elegant high-heels with diamond looking glass studs on them. He looked beautiful, prettier than many women. So pretty the Couffaine siblings blushed a little at the sight.

As for Luka… well, he was tall, big and manly, and with sharp features: definitely not easy to pass him as a woman. But Juleka was almost a professional and she did an incredible job. He had his hair cut short so his blue hair didn't show under the long dark haired wig - good for covering his wide muscular back. He was advised to wear a hat and sunglasses most of the time, but he was also wearing lots of makeup. Using a full palette of skin tones, Juleka managed to hide his strong jawline and make his cheekbones, chin and nose look smaller and rounder. He wore black eyeshadow and mascara, brownish red lipstick and natural blush. He looked like an unfeminine lady but that could pass as genetics, right? People would maybe look away, but they would understand. As for his clothes: he wore a long wide purple dress tied with a belt and some brown pirate-like high boots (the only ones that would fit him because they belonged to himself). The bottom half of his outfit was complemented by a grey knit poncho. His fake breasts were bigger than Adrien's and he wore a wine red scarf to cover his neck- especially his pronounced adam's apple. He looked�� pretty good, considering the base product. And that alone was an amazing accomplishment.

"You're perfect. Ready to go. I've packed a pair of party dresses too. You'll need them for your performances" Juleka said, admiring her amazing work. "Oh, and just so you know. I'm also part of the band, so I'm coming too."

Later that night, just before sunrise, Juleka sneaked to Chloe and Lila's apartment to steal their accreditations and sent them fake cards about the train being delayed so they wouldn't appear at the last moment and ruin everything. Juleka smirked victoriously for having at last taken her revenge on the two women she hated the most.

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After nervously passing the first frontier of the train station- the ticket man, Luka and Adrien, who were disguised as women, moved towards the platform, happy for not having been recognized after the first control. Adrien had trouble walking in heels, so Luka lent him his arm to help him keep his balance.

"Remember: your name is Chloe now, and my name is Lila", Luka reminded his friend as they walked towards the train platform.

"I don't like those names", Adrien complained.

"I don't like them either, but it’s better that we don't stand out". Luka sighed.

Grabbing their baggage and instruments, the two men approached the train car written on the ticket. They were stopped before they could get on the train- just next to one of their 'wanted' posters. The two men didn't notice it, but Juleka did and rushed them to get on the train fast.

"Hey, who are you?" Asked a middle aged woman, the one in charge of the band, they assumed. "I've never seen you before. Are you new?"

"I- I'm Adri- My name is Noirette”, Adrien said, receiving equally surprised and annoyed glares from both Luka and Juleka. Before Luka could speak, Adrien continued. “And she's Lucia. We're the new pianist and guitarist of the band".

‘What. the. heck?’ Luka couldn’t believe his friend as he stared at him in annoyance and shock. His high pitched voice acting was hurting Luka's ears too. 'We're dead', he thought.

The middle aged woman showed orchestra at Adrien’s words: she clearly didn’t like last minute changes. Scanning them under her glasses, she questioned them again. "What happened to Miss Chloe Bourgeois and Miss Lila Rossi?"

While the two men were taking too much to come up with an excuse, Juleka, who was sick of their bad acting, stepped into the conversation.

"The talent agency sent them somewhere else. These two are here to fill in for them."

Still unconvinced, she raised her glasses. "Hmmm... you know them, Juleka?"

"They come from the same talent agency as me", Luka’s sister confidently said.

"Hmmm... that should be enough then..." It seemed like she was convinced at last and the two men could finally breathe. “I'm the band's director. You can call me Madam Mendeleiev. And that man over there is Mister Damocles, the manager. You can introduce yourselves later. Go to your seats now.” Before they could take a first step, the middle aged woman stopped them again and called for someone. "Yves! Come here and carry these ladies’ instruments to the train! Be useful for once!"

Luka and Adrien exchanged looks when a young blond man approached them quickly. "Yes, Madam!" He shouted, approaching the disguised men to get their instruments. He stopped in front of them, intensely staring at Luka’s pupils before trying to complete his job.

"Oh. Hello, there. XY at your service! Can I help you, beautiful? Fancy a drink sometime?" He raised his eyebrows twice, shamelessly flirting.

Luka's face went white in disgust. Juleka's chuckle and Adrien's big eyes made him snap out of it.

"Oh, Just carry this, thank you!" Luka answered, annoyed, as he shoved his and Adrien’s instruments and suitcases into XY’s arms, making the blond man lose balance from the pile of weight on his arms. “And take good care of them because they’re… fragile”

"A- As you wish, beauti- Ah!…" He stumbled, losing his balance and almost falling down. “But later that drink-”

"Yves!! Stop the crap and do your job!" Mendeleiev scolded him.

"Yes, Madam!" He straightened his back. "See you around", he winked at Luka before leaving, having trouble walking properly. The guitarist could feel shivers all over his body, while Juleka snorted, having real trouble trying to hold her laugh in.

"C'mon, hurry up!" Juleka pressured them, adding in a whisper "you better not expose yourselves before leaving."

"Thank you for saving us, Juleka." Luka whispered to her ear while getting on the train.

"You better stop acting stupid if you don't want to get caught!" Her response showed her annoyance and the men gulped in response.

The seats were arranged in pairs, so the two fugitives could sit together and relax a bit. They were also grateful for the lack of contact needed with the rest of the band.

The ‘Miraculous band’ was a dancing orchestra. Similar to a big band, but with vocals, a spectacular stage and completely fine for all ages to enjoy. In this case, its main particularity was how it was formed only by women. The band formation included: a rhythmic section (electric bass, electric guitar, drums and electronic piano), a wind section (saxophones, trumpets and trombones) and two singers. Many of the members were usually multi-disciplined in those bands, which meant they could play more than one instrument, just like Luka with the Lyre. Some of the side instruments were the violin, the flute, the maracas or the tambourine. Another particularity of these kinds of bands was the big range of styles in their repertoire: from rock and popular national or international hits to swings, waltz, salsa- anything that could be danced to.

If it weren't for the all girls' rule, Adrien and Luka wouldn't have minded joining them for real. But they had something more important to think about now- running for their lives.

"Is everyone here?", Mendeleiev asked, standing at the train car passage.

"Marinette and Kagami are not here yet, Madam" A dark skinned, red haired lady pointed out.

"Those two again… if they weren't so talented and popular I would have fired them already!"

"There they come!' A small blond short-haired lady screamed, startling Juleka in the process. "Sorry! I didn't want to startle you. My name is Rose" she introduced herself.

"Juleka…" and that's all she could say as she lost herself in that petit woman's eyes.

"What do you play?", the little woman innocently asked. "I play the trombone!"

"The electric bass…" she answered, hiding her blush. ‘Cute, sweet and with lungs of steel?’ Juleka gulped. ‘I’m screwed’.

"Finally!" Madam Mendeleiev said, as the ladies arrived, panting from their run there. "You're late! Go to your seats quickly!"

The two ladies who got in the train, bowed their heads in apology for their tardiness, as they walked to the empty seats of the back of the car. And when their faces looked up for a moment, it was the exact moment Adrien and Luka reached heaven. Their eyes couldn't stop staring at the most beautiful ladies they had ever seen, following them with their eyes and faces as they passed just beside them, moving to sit a few rows to the back. They couldn't take their eyes off them until Juleka called for their attention, warning for their discretion. But it was too late: the boys had lovestruck grins on their faces that didn't plan to go away anytime soon.

The two ladies had black hair and asian features. The short haired one was taller, had brown eyes and wore a beautiful white blazer with a red skirt. She looked elegant and confident, while the other woman looked cute, clumsy and innocent, and was shorter. She had blue eyes and dressed in a pink coat. Her hair was long and tied in two curly twin-tails. Their beauty stood out even more when they were together.

When the train started moving, Madam Mendeleiev gave the girl band some instructions- something Luka and Adrien would ask Juleka what it was about later. Later, Rose suggested an introduction game for the new members after the explanation had ended. The ladies excitedly agreed.

"I start!" said the same blond girl. "My name is Rose Lavillant and I play the trombone! I studied at a conservatoire in Paris for 3 years before joining this band recently. I like pink and unicorns and my favorite food is strawberry shortcake. Nice to meet you!"

After a round of applause, Rose signaled Juleka to continue, and she passively proceeded. "I'm Juleka. Bassist. Nice to meet you"

Next to continue was the red-haired woman from earlier, Alya, flautist and trumpeter; the drummer, Mylene; another trumpeter, Alix; and one of the saxophonists, Sabrina. It was Adrien's turn next.

"Hello!" He started, with his high-pitched voice. "My name is Ad-" he paused for a second at Juleka's deathly glare, gulping once before continuing. "My name is Noirette. I play the piano! I'm from Paris Classical School and I'm very pleased to meet you all!" He squealed, moving his arms along.

Adrien's excitement for freedom and new experiences was contagious to the rest of the ladies who energetically (almost hysterically) responded "Nice to meet you too, Noirette!".

It was Luka's turn next. He gulped, nervous, and with his fake high pitched voice and under Juleka's death stare, he started.

"Hi... My name is Lu- Lucia". 'I'm killing Adrien for giving me that name' he thought. "I play the guitar. Nice to meet you"

With their introductions over, Juleka finally relaxed. The rest of the ladies' introductions followed but, to be honest, neither Luka nor Adrien were listening: they were just patiently waiting to know more about the ladies that captivated their hearts. Their turn finally arrived, and the short haired one started:

"Hello. My name is Kagami. I sing and play the violin. I've been in the band for a few weeks. My favorite color is red and my favorite food is katsudon. Nice to meet you" a silence followed Kagami's introduction, so she called for her partner's attention with her elbow. "Marinette, your turn!"

"Oh-! Sorry… I was distracted… He-ello… My name is Ma- Ma- Marinette! I'm a singer but I can also play side instruments like the tambourine, the maracas or the castanets. I've been in this band for a few weeks and I studied in Paris Music School. My favorite color is pink and my favorite food is macarons. It's nice to meet you-", she ended with a nervous high-pitched voice.

Luka and Adrien exchanged excited lovestruck grins: the ladies' names and voices were just as beautiful as their faces. They were going to enjoy their outing with the band better than they could have expected.

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When the car got loud from the ladies chit-chat, Luka and Adrien found their moment of peace to share their thoughts.

“Luka, did you see that?” Adrien started, signaling at the end of the car, towards the singers of the band.

“Yes…I saw.” Luka answered, with a lovestruck grin on his face.

“That beautiful face…”, Adrien continued.

“Sweet voice…”, Luka added.

“Asian features…”, their mumbles continued.

“Dazzling eyes…”

“Dark shiny silky hair…”

The two men reacted at their exchanged words and looked at each other, surprised and nervous. Adrien gulped, worried.

“Wait- who are you talking about?”

“Who are YOU talking about?” Luka threw his question back at him, slightly aggressively.

“That girl, Kagami, of course!” Adrien exclaimed as if it was the most obvious response.

“Oh, that's good. I was talking about Marinette.” Luka sighed and showed him a relieved smile.

“Oh...” Adrien blinked, sighing and smiling in relief too. “I'm glad we weren't talking about the same girl. I wouldn't have liked to steal a girl from you.”

“What makes you think I wouldn't win her over you?”, Luka confidently grinned.

“Oh- anyway- It's better this way.”

The two men laughed together, trying not to be too loud for their manly voices to destroy their cover-ups.

“Will you help me with Kagami?” Adrien asked his friend.

“Only if you help me with Marinette.” said Luka, offering him a handshake he excitedly returned.

“Count on it, my friend!”

#my fic #fic: miraculous escape #lukanette fic #adrigami fic #my art #airipyon #airip4 #lukadrien friendship #endgame lukanette #sorry for the ugly art #It's OLD and I cringe #but you get the overall idea I guess?#silly comedy #This idea was from last year OMG #Idk when I'm going to continue it but I hope I will...#I'm super slow to finish my WIPs...

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Hey pls could I get a regular matchup for bnha!<3 I'd prefer a guy but if you think any female fits better then I can be down w/ that too ;))

Getting the basics out of the way: Aries, ENFJ 2w3, Hufflepuff, Chaotic Good

I'm 5'7 with quite a big chest but a lack of ass lmao and I've got bleach blonde hair with bangs that falls just in-between shoulder and chest length. Brown eyes with long lashes (honestly still confused why they're so long now bcuz I deadass cut them off like three years ago bcuz I thought they looked too feminine?? Jokes on past me I'm Extremely stereotypicaly feminine now😽) and a dorky smile that I try to hide in pics but that just ends up with me looking like I have resting bitch face💔

I'm extremely extroverted, bubbly and kind to others with a somewhat hidden vulgar sense of humour that rly contrasts the "cute fluffy animals in sunflower fields and neverending love" vibe that I give off irl. I take on a motherly protective role with my friends (we will pretend that wasn't just bcuz trauma made me mature early luv that 4 me) and am always there to offer advice or just cute pictures/facts to take their mind off their worries!

Despite being very extroverted and people-oriented some people that don't know me may think I'm a lil shy because of my anxiety and tendancy to overthink EVERYTHING. Around my friends I try and hide my real feelings behind a super happy mask so that others can feel the joy I give off and I don't feel like a burden🏃🏃 I can also be incredibly judgemental in my head and if I know I'm right about something I will fight to the death till others acknowledge that I'm actually right.

My current biggest hobby is cooking/baking and I always make dinner every Sunday without fail (shout out 2 my roast dinners they are elite if I do say so myself😌) along with some sweet treats. I also enjoy creating cosplays because it combines my love of sewing, makeup and acting because I can completely embody my character and not have to worry about being judged because it's not Me being judged it's the character I'm portraying.

I can honestly vibe to any music but I prefer cheesy pop songs and jazz music along with assorted classical music that I listen to every night to help me sleep (I say that but some of them fr have me trying to stay awake just so I can listen to the whole song rip)

When it comes to people I tend to gravitate towards introverts because I can always make them ramble their heart out and I adore listening it's honestly my hidden talent both romantically and platonically they've said that they feel I'm trustworthy and easy to talk to (SUCH high praise like 60% of my past friends were the bookworms that Never Spoke and one of my besties now talks to me more than most of her family after only knowing eachother 2months)

Ummm fun fact abt myself I used to be obsessed with the idea of being a spy when I was a child so I wrote my entire diary in code and to this very day I can't uncode a single thing I wrote💀

Have a wonderful day I hope this is enough haha💗

I WANNA MATCH YOU UP SOOO BAD WITH MONOMA SO I’LL HECKING DO IT

Listenlistenlisten you give off strong Kendou vibes, But Better. And I mean better suited for Monoma. He’s a lot to handle, but you can definitely do it. I think your friendly demeanour and naturally approachable self is VERY convenient for him, even if he won’t say it out loud for a while.

At first you can bet he’s not THAT interested; you’re just another person, and a bubbly one at that. But then he sees how your sense of humour completely derails from your persona and his heart goes “and I oop-“

Jkjk I honestly think it takes Monoma a while to fall, but it’s an irreversible process. Like you keep his boasting and insulting in check?? When he aims it towards you, you just aim it back at him with the same silver tongue he has?? Battle of the Wits. Everyone KNOWS it’s flirting but he doesn’t. You don’t. It’s actually sort of funny.

The fact that you can befriend literally anyone? He’s Shooketh, it’s something he’s not able to do (for very good reasons), but he admires it. He totally hid his admiration through “maniacal plans” of having you befriend people from 1-A and become a spy on the inside. You did not agree to his plans and still went on to befriend Koda lmao you really said “fuck yo plans”.

And my GOD YOUR ARGUMENTATIVE SIDE. He loves it so much, he loves to trigger it, he loves to argue with you, and it’s even better because he’s a bit,, dumb dumb so he 100% thinks he’s right but you KNOW he’s wrong but he thinks he knows he’s right and the arguments go on forever and wow I guess you’re moronsexual now?? This is oddly endearing to me what the heck.

It takes so long for this boy to realize his feelings, and even longer to confess, but through it all he remains the same towards you. The only exception is after you two become a thing and he gets comfortable with you, you might be able to draw out some insecurities from him. Please help him with those he needs help

Songs!!

- Wake Up In The Sky, Gucci Maine, Bruno Mars & Kodak Black

- That’s Life, Frank Sinatra

- Fame, David Bowie (if this doesn’t give you a Monoma vibe NOTHING will-)

- Fashion, David Bowie

#mha #bnha #mha matchup #bnha matchup #monoma neito

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Mineo Enomoto Character CD Mini-Drama Translation

T/N: This is a translation of the mini-drama that comes with Mineo’s character CD. Though a subbed fan video may come later, I haven’t uploaded the audio alongside this. If you buy the CD (Animate | CDJapan (Ltd Edition) | Play-Asia) or already have the track available, you can follow along while reading this! Thanks also to @jokertrap-ran for helping me proofread!

Translation key: Ichika’s thoughts: ellipses... | (Mineo’s thoughts) | [sound effects]

A Talk Between Two in the Steam

(Mineo Enomoto. 23 years old. Spring’s finally come for me too, and I’ve been spending happy days with my girlfriend. It’s truly a rose-colored life!)

(As for the love bible I stuck with, ‘100 Heart-Jerking Love Confessions’, I haven't opened it again. The reason why being… Now, by my own determination, I'm climbing up the stairway of adulthood! That's right. The stairway of adulthood that is traveling to the hot springs with my girlfriend...!)

Ngh… All right. The hostess left. God, I've been holding back since earlier. I…feel like I'm gonna explode...

...

Heh. So you noticed too, huh? It's just the two of us now… So… it's okay if I don't hold back anymore, right...?

Then… I'll say it.

--AT LONG LAST! SETTING FOOT UPON THE PLACE WHERE DATE MASAMUNE AND COMPANY ACHIEVED THEIR DREAMS - WE'VE ARRIIIIVED!!

Oh, man! I’ve wanted to try coming here for so long! I'm so glad I boldly launched the suggestion at you! It'd be boring going alone after all, y’know? I'm really grateful that you decided to come along with me.

...

Yeah, yeah! When Masamune and his company were here, his role in defending against and resisting outside invaders is what revived them…!

…

Huh? I'm as excited as a kid?

Hmph - well, I'm sorry. I'm a kid who admires Masamune so much I have an eyepatch for him after all. I mean, him being from the Sendai era would more than grab my attention…

But that's fine! I’m here with the same kindred spirit as him after all! Even without words, we'll be able to understand each other! This is - the MASAMUNE SPIRIT!

Whoops, I got kinda fired up there. Let's go bathe separately first!

(Hooo! The smell of cypress is real soothing…)

(A chance to be able to take a carefree bath like this rarely comes by… With the trip in general, I asked where she wished she could go, wanting to bring her there as a man should. But we ended up coming here ultimately.)

(But still, she came with me without pulling a single face.)

(Even though I didn't know what a mashed green soybean flavored shake would taste like, it was so cool when we both took no notice just drinking from our straws…! We tried to drink it at the same time and we ended up bumping our foreheads. But, when we looked up at each other, and started laughing after that…! Eheh! Eheheheheheh!)

(But, man, her eyelashes are so long... I couldn’t help but notice when she was looking at the shake… Ugh! What am I, Shiraishi now?!)

(...No. That’s not it. She's the only one I end up making observations of. That's just ‘cause I love her and I can't help but do that. In other words - I just feel like saying something…)

(Traveling with my girlfriend is THE BEEEEST...!!)

...Ah! Over here, over here! How was it? Did you enjoy the hot spr--! CU--!

(Gh! W-Wow… She looks amazing wearing a yukata…! It-can't-be-it-looks-too-good-on-her-more-than-that-it's-seriously-so…!)

E-Eh?! Oh, n-no no, it's nothing! More importantly, how were the hot springs? Were you able to relax in there?

…

Yeah, I feel you. The cypress floating in the bath gave it a classic Japanese feel, didn't it?

…

Ah. I saw the arcade corner too while I was waiting, but this also seems pretty promising. We might as well, so what game do you…?

…

Oh? The photo booth together?

Ohh, you wanna take some pictures? Well, we can write words onto them, so it’ll be something to commemorate our trip! Heheh. I have to brag about this to Takeru and Yanagi…!

…

Whooa…! So this is the famous… Ah, I’m not so good at handling complicated controls, so I’ll leave that to you!

Even though… I wonder what people who have it all would think in a situation like this… Ah, nothing, just talking to myself.

Oh, are we taking one now? What pose should we do?

…

Ehhh…? Clapping our hands together softly then making our faces small after? That seems cool. Let’s try that out!

[click!]

Wow! Look at those visual effects! Well, your face is small and cute to begin with, though--

Ow! What was that for?! It’s not something to hit me over!

…

Huh? Could it be you’re…being shy...?

! What’s with that…? If you suddenly make a face like that…even I’ll--

[click!]

Ah--?! I wasn’t looking at the camera…! Right, we’re still in the middle of taking pics, aren’t we? For a pose... Doing a generic peace sign should be a safe bet, right?

[click!]

The next one’s the last. Then we gotta go out with a bang. Plus we’ve come this far… Should we do a Date Masamune-like pose here?

…

Huh? ...You wanna take one with us holding hands…?

! What’s with that adorable request…?! Gah! If you’re okay with my hand, then do as you like!

…

O-Oh… I should sit closer, huh…

...You know. I’m...really happy right now.

[click!]

Next comes writing on them, yeah? There are two copies, so let's take one each and show what we wrote on them to each other afterwards! It’ll be more exciting that way!

First things first are the icon stamps, so...

Hehe. Damn… I’m having so much fun. I’m seriously so glad I got to travel with you! Coming to a place you like with the person you love is the best!

…

Huh? What’s up? ...We only have a bit of time left to doodle on them?

Ack, s-seriously?! This wasn’t the time to feel so moved inside! There’s still so much I wanna write…!

[stylus tapping]

No! Not yet! Don’t give up, Mineo! The first photo booth session for fulfilled-real-lifers I get in my life is the one thing I can’t let go to ruin…! I’ll pour all my feelings of love into this…!!

[frantic stylus tapping]

Th-That was close…! I barely managed to finish writing… Did you finish?

…

Hehh. That’s a real piece of work. Well, I’m only able to say that now. I fashioned a considerable tour de force in there myself.

Oh, they’ve come out. Let’s see, let’s see...

Ah--! You have an eyepatch too…! I see. You drew on one with a pen, huh? Lining it up like this… It's like a matching couple look…

…

Eh? That’s what you meant to…?

! N-Now, you! Just what’re you trying to do, making me so happy?!

…

Eh--? My pictures?

W-Wait, don’t yell so loud…! There wasn’t any time writing it, and I lost myself getting into it. When it suddenly stopped, I… ‘I love you most in the world’, is what I wanted I write…

...Eh? You’re happy?

Ha. I see. If that makes you happy too, then I’m glad.

Whenever we look at these, we’ll remember today. It’s...kinda weird! Us having a calm time like this...didn’t use to be a given, either. Back then, we went through pain, through sadness. Even now, there are people out there desperately doing their best. Everyone has hard times to overcome, and their daily lives to get on with now.

...Ah, my bad. I got a little solemn there! Wait, what time is it now…? They said there’d be dinner at 7, didn’t they?

All right! There’s ox tongue calling our name! Let’s hurry...!

Ahh, I’m absolutely stuffed! That ox tongue was so thick and tasty! My feet went on their own and got three helpings for dinner! Ah, it was tough…

[tea being poured]

Oh! Thanks!

[sip]

Going back to our room after a feast and having you pouring tea for me… Maaan, it’s just perfect!

…

Oh? What now? That’s true… We’ve done what there is to do outside the ryokan for the most part…

(...)

(!)

(...!!)

(Crap…! What do I do?! I don’t know what we should do now that it’s just us two in the room…!)

(Not to mention, looking right at her in the eye while she’s in her yukata makes my heart pound-- Ah, wait. It’s awkward to keep silent. Umm, uhhh…!)

(Ah! Why don't we sleep sooner! No! It's still 9 - that's way too early!)

(What else could we do… Nnrgh…! Do you wanna explore the ryokan! What am I, some primary school kid?!)

…

Eh?! You brought playing cards…?

Oh… OHOHO, nice! Why don't we play old maid or something!

…

(Phew! What a lifesaver…!)

(...No. Hold on. Could this be…she saw me struggling and threw me a bone when I needed it? Things like this happen every time…)

(She…must be thinking that…)

…Hey. ...I, uh… I'm probably just a kid in your eyes, aren't I…?

…

I mean, today… I wanted to escort you from the beginning, but at some point I just started having fun by myself. I wanted to…be classier doing this. Heh… Even though I think it’s shameful even by my own standards…

[table slam; rattling]

Whoa! Y-You scared me… Eh, w-was that something to get angry over…?

…

! It's okay if I'm not an adult…? But I'm the older one here. At some point if things keep going like this--

…

Eh! I-I get it - calm down…!

…

Being in high spirits together with me - is fun…?

...I also enjoy being with you best. I wrote that on our pictures earlier, too. That you're the one who I…love most in the world, so…

…

Hm? That's…the one we took earlier, isn't it? Ohh. We were so pressed to get to dinner, we didn't really get to see what we wrote on it.

…

Ah! You wrote something on it, too? Let's see… Mineo, I...love you…

Th-This…! …!

Really? You also wrote you love me. To think that we get along even on this… Eheh. Man, how much do we love each other?

Hah… I'm sorry. Of course that'd make you angry. You said you love me as I am now after all. I'm not me when I force and overstretch myself. That's what you mean, right?

Hey. Come over here a bit.

…

You know, I… keep feeling like I'm acing an exam when I'm with you. Just being able to travel with you made me ecstatic, and when I saw you climbing over the rock in your yukata as well, it was…kind of…different from how you normally are. It got my heart racing. When I sat closer to you when we took pictures in the photo booth, stuff like the smell of your shampoo seriously got to me.

Then, uh… I'm saying this now, but… The truth is, I...felt a little like wanting to… k...kiss you...

…

Eh--! Stupid! Don't say stuff like you'd be glad even if I did! Don’t underestimate me. Now see here - men easily get carried away! You're someone I…want to treasure.

… [hand holding]

…!

You're…always like that.

No matter how much I run away… you chase me, hold onto me, and don't let me go. You got more guts than your outward appearance suggests. You're a cool woman.

Though this is the last time I'm making sure… It's really okay?

…

Heh. I got it. Then…

[kiss]

Your heart's pounding... Hehe. Mine is too.

But, you know. We're okay like this. Having the same feelings, we reach an understanding, and move forward together. Going like that suits us most. Though I end up putting on airs in front of you, saying what I really think like this and being natural at times is also important.

Same goes for you. If you have something you want to say, say it without holding back.

…

Oh? That face means there’s something you wanna say...! C’mon, what is it? Try saying it!

…

...Eh? ...W-...Wait a sec… I-I might've misheard you… J-Just now, what...did you say?

…

Gh--! Y-You want to sleep together...?! Wai… I-Isn't the hurdle suddenly too high?! Are we going that far up the stairway of adulthood and the like...?! I mean, it's not like I didn't think of that at all, but - I thought of taking it slow and building up to the climax where--!

…

...Eh? …Next to each other?

..Ahhh, so that'd be, uh… Sleeping snuggled up in the same futon… That kind of sleeping together?

...Ha. Hahaha! AHAHAHAHA! U-Uh, of course...! I thought that's what you meant! I-If that's what you'd like, we can do that however much you want! I’ve done that with my little sister! I'm her companion when I babysit!

…

H-Hey, hey, you don't need to pull my sleeve for me to...

…

Huh? ...Hey... Your face is - looking kinda scary...

…

Not the same as my sister…? Wh-- Ah-- Oh, no! When I said that I didn't mean it like...!

…

Wha-- Oh, w-whoa, whoa...!

Uh-- Umm… I made a slip-up, earlier. I apologized, so...please cheer up.

…

C’mon, it's not that I treat you like a little sister...! Mnghh…!

...I got it. It'll be fine if we sleep together like lovers, right? Uh… Then…

[shifting; rustling]

…How's this? It's an arm pillow. Th-This is - only something lovers do, right?

…

Gh--! Is that it…?! You little…! Even though this is plenty given the situation…! If you make too many demands now… That mouth of yours? Will be sealed shut.

…

Ha. Jeez… I understand how you feel veeery well. Even for me… To be this close to you, and not do anything about it…is impossible.

[kiss]

For all of today, and until morning comes… I won't let you go.

#collar x malice #collar x malice unlimited #mineo enomoto #enomoto mineo #translation #mini drama translation #my posts

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exxar1 · 3 years

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Chapter 12: “The Solitary In Families”

3/9/2021

- 1 -

Last week, one of my Facebook friends posted a Lent devotional that was centered around Psalm 68. The title caught my eye as I scrolled through my feed. “God Sets The Lonely In Families.” That phrase grabbed me, and, after reading the short devotional (which was quite good), I opened my Bible app and looked up Psalm 68. Verses 5 & 6 made me pause.

“A father of the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in His holy habitation. God sets the solitary in families; He brings out those who are bound into prosperity; but the rebellious dwell in a dry land.” (NKJV)

The verse that my friend quoted was from the NIV, and it had substituted the word ‘lonely’ for ‘solitary’. God sets the lonely in families.

As I announced in my New Year’s resolutions back in December, one of my goals for 2021 was to join a church. Unfortunately, due to the current pandemic restrictions still in place in this blue communist state of Nevada, my Google search only turned up the larger churches with congregations of more than a thousand. Thanks to a recent battle with the Nevada supreme court, COVID restrictions were eased in December to allow group meetings of no larger than 250 or 25% of the allowed legal capacity of any one place. (Or something to that effect. All I remember from the headlines was that this was a victory for local churches.)

However, the two Baptist churches that Pastor Sjostrom and I thought might be a good fit for me – based solely on the info from their websites – were only offering the live stream option. Their auditoriums were – and are – still closed for in-person services. So, for all of January, I contented myself with enjoying Grace Baptist’s live stream from Twin Falls, Idaho, every Sunday morning in my pajamas, with my coffee and my Bible close at hand.

But then, one Saturday morning, as I unlocked my front door, I saw a small flyer tucked into the bars of my outer screen door. It was from a small Baptist church right in my neighborhood. From the brief outlines of introductory info on the card, it appeared to be exactly what I was looking for! I immediately plopped on the couch, woke up my MacBook, and pulled up the church’s website. The info there was even more encouraging, so I emailed the pastor. I introduced myself, asked him if he was holding in-person services, and if so, I would love to come visit.

I didn’t hear back from him. The first week of February passed, and every day I would check my junk mail folder several times to make sure I hadn’t accidently missed his reply. So I emailed him again, and this time I caught his response the following morning. This church was indeed holding in-person services, and the pastor said he would love to see me that following Sunday. I emailed him back with a couple other questions based on the info from his website, and he responded later that day. His answers were what I had been hoping to hear, so I told him I would see him on Sunday!

Now, I’m going to pause here, and tell you something you already know about me – both from my previous blog entries and those of you who know me in real life. But, for those who don’t know me, or haven’t read my previous posts (and why wouldn’t you? My journey started back in September of last year. You should start there as well, or a lot of this isn’t going to make sense. Why would you start a book in the middle anyway?), let me tell you something important about me.

I’m an introvert of the highest order. My current rank is Grand Admiral. I really don’t like people, especially when I’m forced to meet and interact with total strangers in anything more than the cursory “Hi, how are you, how can I help you?” part of my daily job. My work doesn’t require me to actually get to know strangers and befriend them. Nor do I really want to. At least, I didn’t used to want to. (Again, read my previous posts on being born again and God’s changing of my old attitudes.) And yes, I have been more cordial and polite with the people that have crossed my path every day in the last few months, and there are a small number of them that I have chatted with enough to get to know them somewhat. Turns out not everyone is as annoying or uninteresting as I used to think.

But (and this is a big ‘BUT’), there’s a HUGE difference between helping a customer at work and strolling into a totally strange place with a strange crowd on Sunday morning and having no idea whom I will meet or what I’ll find there. Forget butterflies. I get a damn fleet of moths, lizards, birds – basically a whole frakkin’ jungle of nerves in my stomach – just thinking of doing something so extroverted as that! And that’s not much of an exaggeration. I’m like Sheldon from The Big Bang Theory. I have my customary spot on the couch that no one else is allowed to sit on, and I don’t like large, unknowable social situations or interactions.

But, unlike my old life, I had no choice here. God was giving me my first real test. Hey, son, I know you don’t like this, but this is necessary, and I’ll be with you the whole time. You know that.

“Yeah, God, I know. But do I really have to? I can just keep watching Grace Baptist’s live stream every Sunday, and I don’t have to leave the comfort of my house. I don’t even have to get out of my pajamas! I’ll just wait until one of those larger churches opens up, and then I’ll go. I promise!”

Umm…no. You need to do this. Now, go.

“Ugh! Fine.”

So I did. And, truth be told, I was looking forward to it, but I was so, SO nervous and anxious that second Sunday in February. (Which was, by coincidence, Valentine’s Day.) And, of course, it turned out to be better than I had been expecting. The pastor was quite warm and welcoming, and he gave me a short tour of the cozy, one story building. (He wasn’t kidding in his email. This church was indeed small – both in physical size and in congregation.) The service went great, the preaching was rather good, and I left for work afterwards feeling very excited, hopeful, and spiritually nourished.

See? God said. I told you you would be fine. And this will get even better as you keep putting yourself out there until I let you know if this is the right family for you.

I replied with a short prayer of thanks and then ordered my usual iced coffee from the Dunkin app on my phone while waiting at the red light.

He was right, as usual. In the last three weeks, as I’ve spent more time with the pastor, and as I’ve gotten to know his small flock, I have felt even more keenly the working of the Holy Spirit within me. God wasn’t kidding when he commanded his believers in the New Testament to gather themselves together in order to spiritually nourish and sustain one another. It’s also been nice to get out of my introverted shell and meet new people. It’s not enough yet to change my ranking in that highest order of introverts – I’m still calling myself Grand Admiral of the Lonely yet Happy Brigade – but it’s a start. I will be probably be demoted to captain in the near future.

Which brings me back around to Psalm 68. Yes, I’ve been keenly aware of my loneliness for the past several weeks. Or rather, God has made me feel keenly aware of my loneliness. I have had a strong desire to be placed within a new family, and, until just a few days ago, I had hoped that this pastor and his very young church would be the family that I was seeking.

It turns out that God may have a different, better family in mind for me.

- 2 -

There’s a couple reasons I haven’t told you the name of the pastor or his church. Those of you that follow me on Facebook will know, and I was probably premature in my post a couple weeks ago about the one night I joined this pastor and some of his congregation for an hour of street preaching. But since this blog is probably going to reach a wider audience than just my family and friends on Facebook, I’m now reluctant to give specific names here because of what I’m about to say next.

The other reason that I’m not naming names is because I will probably not be staying with this church (hereto after referred to as Church #1). The main reason for that is because, as I have listened to the pastor’s preaching (hereto after referred to as Pastor #1) for the last three Sundays, I’ve heard some points and/or comments that have caused a few warning blips on my spiritual radar. Pastor #1 asked us during his sermon a couple weeks ago where in Genesis did we think that Lucifer’s fall occurred. The general consensus from the congregation was in the first chapter. The pastor confirmed this by saying that it happened between Genesis 1:1 and 1:2.

“Does God make anything that is not perfect?”

Well, no, of course not.

“So then why does verse 1 state that God created the heaven and the earth, and then verse 2 says the earth was without form and void?”

Wait. Say what again?

Yeah. Apparently, Pastor and Church #1 believe that God had created a perfect earth and heaven, and then Lucifer’s fall destroyed that first paradise and God had to start all over again.

Ummmmm. Yeah, that’s not how I read verses 1 and 2, nor was that what I was taught at Grace Baptist Church when I was a kid. Although God does not say specifically anywhere in the Bible, it is believed by most theologians and pastors that Lucifer’s fall occurred between chapters 2 and 3 of Genesis. The proper way to read Genesis 1:1 and 2 is that verse 1 is a statement of the end result, and verse 2 begins the story of how God created that end result stated in verse 1.

That’s the biggest warning blip thus far. Some examples of minor blips:

1) Pastor #1 used the verse of 1 Kings 18:28, which talks about the prophets of Baal, “And they cried aloud, and cut themselves after their manner with knives and lancets, till the blood gushed out upon them”, as proof that God does not approve of Christians getting tattoos. Doesn’t matter what kind of tattoo, they’re all a sin. (You’ve all seen the pic on my Facebook page of the tattoo of the cross and date that I had done last month as a way to commemorate my salvation.)

2) Pastor #1 is not a fan of C.S. Lewis or The Chronicles of Narnia. In his opinion, the fact that Lewis used the half-goat, half-man creature as one of the main Narnian characters proves that Lewis was not a true Christian. The faun – who was named Pan in Greek mythology – is actually one of the many symbols of Satan. (And, apparently, the English word ‘panic’ comes from the Greek root word of the name of that mythological character.) Also, for that matter, is the symbol of the fish that many people put on the bumpers and rear windows of their car. That symbol is actually connected to the pagan god Dagon. (No, I promise I’m not making any of this up.)

3) Pastor #1 believes that Hell is actually at the center of the earth. This was from a sermon three weeks ago, and it was mentioned in passing with no specific scriptural passage to back up such a claim. I’m fairly certain, however, that there is no Biblical proof for such a bold statement.

4) This pastor is also a vehement opponent of ‘Christian rock’. Now, this isn’t a big deal to me, as there are many Baptist denominations that believe Christian music should be separate from anything that sounds like secular rock music, so I wasn’t surprised when this comment came up in a sermon two weeks ago. (Also, Grace Baptist is a church that has always held this view. I had many, many arguments with my parents about my love for Amy Grant, Michael W. Smith and Steven Curtis Chapman when I was in high school.) I only bring this point up here to show how dogmatic Pastor #1 is turning out to be.

I should also note here that Pastor and Church #1 believe that the ONLY acceptable translation of the Bible is the 1611 King James version. All other translations (NKJV, NIV, NLT, etc.) are false and pervert the true Word of God. This belief is something new to me, and I asked Pastor #1 about this stance in my second email to him after he responded to my introductory email to let me know that his church was hold in-person services. He listed and quoted a few verses from both the Old and New Testaments, including Revelation 22:18-19 where God says no one shall add or take away from the scriptures, lest their names be removed from the Book of Life. (Which is what all other translations, especially newer ones supposedly do when they substitute specific words or phrases in order to match modern English in order to make the Bible more readable and accessible for today’s generation.)

I’m not sure that I totally agree with this belief. I was raised on the King James version, and, therefore, those words are what have stuck in my memory all these years from the verses that I had to memorize in Sunday School and the various other youth programs that I was involved in throughout my childhood. And, now, as I have begun to re-read the Bible, I really love the poetic beauty and the formality of the old English.

However, I am also reading the MacArthur Study Bible which is published in the New King James version, and it is a little easier to read, especially the Old Testament, where specific phrases and idioms have been updated to be a little more closer to modern English. In his introduction of that Bible, John MacArthur states that when the NKJV Bible was first being produced in the late seventies (it was first published in 1982 by Thomas Nelson), all translators had to sign a statement of integrity, faith and belief, saying essentially that they would remain faithful to the true Word of God, and that they would not change or omit any part of the scriptures that would in any way, no matter how small, alter the spirit and message of that Holy Word.

In my reading of the NKJV, I have not seen any huge difference between it and the KJV, other than that the former is a bit more readable, mainly because it doesn’t have a lot of the ‘thee’, ‘thou’, ‘begat’, and so on, that the KJV has. It’s only minor details like that that have been changed. Also, the translators of the NKJV used the same original, preserved Hebrew and Greek manuscripts that were used by the translators under the reign of King James in the first decade of the 1600s.

So, to claim that ALL other translations except the original KJV are absolutely false and perverted is a bit of a stretch for me. It’s a little too dogmatic, but if that’s the only issue here, then I have no problem being part of a church family that holds this view. Unfortunately, due to the some of the other concerns I listed above, I feel that God is leading me away from Church #1. It appears that family is not where he wants to set me.

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This past Sunday, as I drove home from Church #1, I felt very discouraged and, frankly, emotional. Why in the world would God lead me to this church only to tell me a month later that this wasn’t where He wanted me? I felt disappointed and despondent, and I called Dad as soon as I got home, unloading all of this on him in what he must have thought was some kind of breakdown. (And, in fact, I was near tears. That’s another thing about this whole sanctification process. My emotions lately have been living very close to the surface, and I never know what will set them off. Some days, all it takes is a cat food commercial or a particularly poetic verse in Psalms. Go figure.)

My dad, to his immense credit, was able to talk me down from the ledge, and I felt much better after hanging up the phone. I took a nap, and then, as I was fixing a late lunch, I remembered something that Pastor #1 had mentioned to me when we were on the street corner a couple weeks ago. I was asking him about his church, specifically how he knew God was calling him to form his own church. He replied that he and his congregation separated from a church (hereto after referred to as Church #2) about six years ago after that church’s elderly pastor had passed away. Though Pastor #1 didn’t give a lot of details – and our conversation was constantly being interrupted as we handed out tracks to passers-by – it sounded to me like the separation was caused by the congregation’s vote to have someone else besides Pastor #1 lead them.

After lunch, I Googled the name of Church #2. Their website looked promising (yes, they too believe that the KJV is the only acceptable translation of the Bible, as well as all the other typical Baptist beliefs – i.e., Pro-life, the traditional Biblical views of marriage & sexuality, etc.), so I immediately emailed the pastor (hereto after referred to as Pastor #2) to ask if he was holding in-person services. He responded almost right away that his doors were indeed open, and the evening service was at 6. I told him I would be there.

Once again, that whole jungle of critters and nerves was back in full force as I pulled into the parking lot of Church #2 (which was also in the same general of area of North Las Vegas as Church #1.) This church building was much larger than that of Church #1, and the congregation was very warm and welcoming. Within just a few minutes of chatting with Pastor #2, I learned that he was originally from Nampa, Idaho, and an alumni of Boise State University. Wow! Talk about a small world. When I told him that I, too, was a former BSU Bronco, he immediately called his wife over to introduce her and pass on the good news.

My visit only got better from there. By the end of the night – which concluded with an ice cream social in the fellowship hall behind the auditorium – I had met, shook hands, and chatted at great length with no less than a dozen fellow believers, all around my age. From what I could estimate during the worship service, the size of the congregation appeared to be about a hundred and fifty, and there was a good mix of old, young and in between. (There was also a good number of elementary and high school age kids.) In many ways, this church reminded me of Grace Baptist back home, and I drove away feeling much more excited and spiritually refreshed. I said a quick prayer of thanks to God, and I really can’t wait for this upcoming Sunday morning service!

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All of this church scouting has only intensified my homesickness for Grace Baptist Church back in Twin Falls. Ever since Aaron’s passing a few months ago, my mind has been wallowing in memories of my childhood within the halls of that church and its school there. What I had once upon a time despised in my adolescence and couldn’t wait to get away from I now yearn for with all my heart and soul.

As a kid, there were two places I spent the majority of my time: home and church/school. If I wasn’t at one, I was at the other. My parents were married in Grace Baptist on June 18, 1977, and I arrived on the scene a year later. My earliest memory of Grace Baptist was the hideous shade of orange that was the carpet in the auditorium. It was a burnt orange that was most assuredly made only in the 1970s, and there were no pews at that time either. Instead, we all sat in plastic, yellow chairs that, to my amazement, are STILL being used in the gym for special events. (I sat in one at Aaron’s funeral, and boy, those things are NOT very comfortable after a half hour or so.)

I have many fond recollections of me and my brothers tearing up and down the main hall of the church building, racing one another while waiting for our parents after evening church on Sundays. More often than not, we were scolded by one of the older ladies (I will not name names here, either, mainly just for privacy’s sake, not because I resent them now) who would order us to go find our parents. At one end of that hall is the nursery, and back then the door was separated in two so that the lower half could be closed while the upper half could remain open. In junior high, my friends and I would try to run and jump that door when just the lower half was closed. Again, one of the adults would scold us as they walked by.

More often than not, my brothers, friends and I would be out on the school playground during Sunday afternoons when dad had choir practice before evening church. On one particular Sunday, my brother Jeremy and I were playing tag with a couple other boys, and Jeremy ran headlong into a steel bar at one end of the playground. He had been glancing behind him to see how close his opponent was, and he turned his head back around just in time to slam it into the bar which was at just the right height for his forehead. To this day, I can close my eyes and hear, as clearly as if it had happened only a few minutes ago, that sound of flesh, bone and steel. I was on the other side of the playground, and that THRANG! resonated like the peal from a steeple bell. It’s also the only time in my life that I have seen that much blood at once. Needless to say, mom and Jeremy spent that evening in the ER instead of church service.

(Come to think of it, that was not Jeremy’s last bloody incident. He was around eight or nine, I believe, and during the remainder of his youth he would go on to experience the following: tearing up his face when he crashed headlong into the gravel of the alley behind our house while trying to jump a poorly constructed ramp on his dirt bike; shooting himself in the leg with a gun that one of his friends borrowed from the dad’s unlocked cabinet; breaking that same leg a year or so later during a soccer game – due, in part, to the way the gunshot wound had healed around the bone; and, finally, having his right foot shattered when the third baseman jumped to catch the ball and then landed on Jeremy’s foot with just right angle and weight as Jeremy slid into base. That incident occurred just last year, in fact. My brother has never been one to shy away from living life to the fullest, amen!)

There were numerous weddings, funerals, high school graduations, afternoon potlucks, and other such events held within the halls of that church over the course of my childhood. When my second grade teacher, Miss Sherri Bohne (pronounced ‘Bonny’), was married, I asked her for a picture of her in her wedding dress. I thought it was the most beautiful gown ever, and I’m sure I still have that photo somewhere in an album in one of my closets. (Once again, it shouldn’t have been a surprise to anyone when I emerged from the proverbial closet roughly twelve years later.) There were grade school plays, piano recitals, and high school choir performances that make up the bulk of both my fondest and cringiest memories. (I absolutely HATED the glasses that I had to wear for all of junior high and most of high school. I was never so happy as when my parents’ medical insurance finally allowed me to get contacts halfway through my sophomore year.)

My dad believed that our family should be in church anytime the doors were open. Sunday morning, Sunday evening, Wednesday night youth group, Cubbies, Sparks, Awana, Vacation Bible School in the summers, week long special revival meetings throughout the year – you name it, we were there, front and center for every service and/or event. The only exceptions were if we happened to be out of town on our annual summer vacations. When I was a kid, I didn’t resent all this church attendance that much. Everything that was church – all the services, songs, rituals, preaching, teaching, Bible verse memorization, family devotionals every night before bedtime – it was normal life for me and my brothers. It was in my teen years that I really started to resent and dread all the weekly services and activities. And, especially, when I started to realize I was gay and I had to keep that a secret it was even harder to find a good reason for all this religious nonsense. I was never happier than when I left high school (no, never graduated, see previous posts), and I could finally be free of all that hogwash.

Now, twenty-four years later, I feel much differently. I believe that, if we are truly lucky, the places where we grow up become part of us. Their essence weaves itself into the DNA of our very souls through the lifetime of memories and experiences that we carry with us, no matter where or how far we walk in the world. In 1998, when I was in the army and stationed in Hanau, Germany, there was a knock on the door of my barracks room one weekday evening. When I answered it, I found two gentlemen who were from a local non-denominational church. Their congregation was primarily U.S. service members from the base, and they invited me to their upcoming Sunday service. I agreed, though at the time, I couldn’t say exactly why. Looking back now, I know why. I was halfway around the world, very far from home and from almost anything familiar, and I was lonely. I had only just arrived at my posting, so I hadn’t yet become acquainted with my fellow soldiers.

I attended that little church for only a few weeks. It was a taste of home that I had been desperately craving, and I sang along with the traditional hymns, allowing my childhood memories of Grace Baptist to comfort me. But, once I got settled into my new life on base, I no longer needed the weekly church service. I was fine without God once more, and I quit attending. I had better things to do on the weekends. A year later, after my courts-martial, when I arrived back home in Twin Falls, I continued my life without God or religion. Eventually, I found a place of my own, and I lived my life as I wanted. I finally came out to my friends and family, and charted my own course. I would occasionally attend Grace Baptist as a courtesy to my parents, but I hated every time that I had to cross that threshold. It dredged up nothing but bitter memories from high school, and I had to force a smile and a handshake whenever one of the older folks was happy to see me.

You all know the rest of the story. While 2020 was the year that the world fell apart and went off the rails, it was the year that God woke me up and saved me. Back in January, when I started to watch the weekly service from GBC via the live stream on their Facebook page, I felt like I had come back home. The orange carpet and yellow chairs have been replaced by a lovely gray-blue flooring and more comfortable pews, but the spiritual essence is the same. For the last couple weeks, as I’ve attended church services here in Las Vegas, my homesickness has only intensified. I have been fortunate to reconnect with many of you from GBC through these blog posts, and I feel so blessed because of that. That’s what I miss most about Grace Baptist. My brothers and I weren’t reared by just our parents. We were brought up by a godly village of people who believed in Proverbs 22:6: “Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old he will not depart from it.” Boy, ain’t that the truth??? (This also, unfortunately, meant that it was a rare victory for me, my brothers, and my friends whenever we actually got away with some form of mischief or trouble.) Many of those ‘godparents’ have long since moved away from Twin Falls to serve the Lord in other ministries in other states, but their impact on my life is being felt anew. Others are still there, now teaching their grandchildren the same way they taught and nurtured me.

I miss that church family terribly, and I yearn more than ever to find a family of that caliber here in Las Vegas. I sincerely hope that church #2 is it. But, if not, I know that God will eventually lead me where he wants to place me. It’s not His desire that anyone should be solitary for very long.

Until then, I’m content to be Grand Admiral of the Lonely yet Happy in Christ Brigade.

Okay, maybe just captain.

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