#Aaah her tongue make us felt so hard in love

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Well, today's Devshort definitely gave enough ArthurxEleanor material to my fangirl soul hahaha.

Bless you Bag!Ben (?)

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The Cause and The Effect

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Leo found he couldn't stop smiling.

Mikey was running around, fun and fancy free, all about the halls as they traipsed through looking for Donnie -- or rather, AudreyTello.

Last LeonAudro knew or could remember from his universe (before he'd been re-spored and transported here), tensions with mutants were still high thanks to the TCRI and Mikey wasn't yet cleared to leave the lair, not even in disguise. He would have gone stir crazy if it hadn't been for Draxum and the Hidden City, or Leo's portals. But there was very little to match the feeling of being allowed to run untethered and unafraid. Part of Leo didn't want Mikey to ever leave this place, the sanctuary it offered, the freedom and the peace and the strange familiarity of it all. But he knew that this wasn't home, and in the end that was what he and Mikey needed more than anything. Home. Family. Peace.

And so Leo had decided to keep Mikey as entertained as possible. Much to the annoyance of Luke.

"I don't know if he should be running around a lot," Luke grunted. "What if he gets lost again?"

"He won't!" Leo rebutted, pasting his classic smirk on to prove his confidence in Mikey. "Besides, Michael's got our scents locked in. If he gets too far, he can --"

"There are literally hundreds of you here," Luke growled.

"But how many Leos that smell like fungus?" Leo challenged, his grin only growing. "And how many Leatherheads, or Mama Bears? Hmmmm?"

Luke paused, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to think of a comeback. In the end, he grit his teeth and pushed past him.

"I still think it's a bad idea."

Leo chuckled at his small victory. He knew ragging on the croc was not the best way to make friends, but he couldn't help it if he was too cool for him. Leo ran past the grumpy Yokai to catch up to his brother, who was already zooming back their way.

"Hey, Mike!" Leo called out. "C'mere, I got an idea for a game we can play!"

Luke grunted as he rolled his eyes. Julia stepped in closer and placed her hand on his shoulder.

"What's wrong, honey?"

"He's gettin' on my nerves is all," Luke sighed. "I don't know if I can trust him. He's still connected to the hive. What if he's secretly working against us? Or what if Audrey III is using him to unwittingly spy on us?"

Julia paused, tutting softly as she thought it over.

"...We should try to give him the benefit of the doubt. For Mikey's sake?"

Luke nodded.

"Okay, fine... but he gets three strikes. Three. I think, considering everything that we've been through, that's fair."

Julia sighed. She couldn't control Luke or his temper, and she could understand his hesitance to trust the NFIF AU.

"If you think that's best..." Julia relented. "But remember, people aren't always what they appear to be. I know you know that, and I hope you remember that applies to them as well."

Luke's expression softened.

"I know. And I get it for Mikey. He didn't choose what happened to him."

"Neither did Leo," Julia reminded.

Luke's mouth tightened.

"...I'll try to be patient with him."

"That's all I ask," Julia smiled.

Luke smiled back before rushing away to catch up to the feral teens who had somehow gotten away from him and Julia.

"Hey, guys!" Luke called out, scanning the many intersecting hallways. "Where'd you go--"

Luke felt something hard and heavy spontaneously crash into his chest, sending him flat onto the ground and knocking the wind out of his lungs. He gasped on the floor, looking up in shock to see DM Mikey's giddy and silly face, tongue half-hanging out the side of his mouth as his tail wagged. Leo revealed himself from behind a corner, laughing so hard he started coughing and choking.

"Oh-ho, man!" he cackled, doubling over and wiping a tear from his face. "Nice going, Mikey! And you should have seen your face, Swampy! You looked like this, like 'blaaah! aaah what is happening, raaah!' Y'know? Mikey loves doing that to me and the guys back home... Oh man, Priceless!!"

Luke grumbled as he sat up, glaring at LeonAudro.

"...Strike one."

"Strike-huh? Whadjya say?" Leo asked, face still red from laughing himself silly.

"That was strike one."

"Strike one? What, I have a strike count now?" To Leatherhead's astonishment, LeonAudro seemed more curious than concerned. "What happens when I get to strike three?"

"You don't wanna know," he growled, hoping that would convey the seriousness.

"Yeeeaaaaah but I kinda do, that's why I asked--"

"I said you don't wanna know."

"But what if I--"

"You don't. Wanna. Know. Dude."

"Can't you tell me?" Leo asked, almost begging as pressed his hands together.

"I'll tell you when you get to strike three," Luke warned with a growl.

"Okay great awesome thanks!" Leo said with a smile before grabbing his younger brother off of the croc's chest. "MIKEY HELP ME OUT WE GOTTA GET TO STRIKE THREE AS FAST AS POSSIBLE!! WE'RE SPEEDRUNNING THE CONSEQUENCES OF OUR ACTIONS!"

The two ran off again, leaving Luke sprawled on the floor with a grimace.

"...I think I kind of hate that guy."

. . .

LeonAudro tugged DM Mikey along the path, trying to find another good way to keep Mikey entertained. Mikey had opted to try and run on two legs rather than four, but this was still a challenge at times and could impede his speed. Thus, Leo was tugging Mikey along and not the other way around.

Leo saw a stall offering snacks and beverages, and brought it to his brother's attention.

"Hey Mike, ya hungry?"

Mikey nodded enthusiastically, stumbling a few of the steps as Leo guided him to the stall.

"You don't have to walk on the two legs if it's bothering you, bud," Leo said.

"I-I knnnnnow, b-but it l-looks weird," Mikey mumbled. "I get sssss-tares."

"Don't mind them, they just think you're super cool and they're embarrassed that they can't match your level."

Mikey laughed and gave Leo a side hug.

"Thanks."

"No problem. So, whatchya wanna nosh? I think they have shish-kabobs here!"

As Mikey perused the options, Leo ordered a can of soda. The mod operating the stall handed the cold can of carbonation over to him with a nervous smile.

"Careful though, it might be a bit shaken."

Leo nodded, content to wait patiently as his soda calmed itself down. But then he saw Luke barreling their way. And he got an awful idea. Leo started shaking the can as hard as he could behind his back.

"Heeyyyy, if it isn't Lyle Lyle Crocodile!" LeonAudro joked, a grin on his face as he greeted the steamed Leatherhead.

"You guys gotta stop running off like that," Luke growled. "You keep leaving me and my mom behind!"

"Oh, relax!" Leo crooned. "We're just having some fun, don't worry! Geez, you look hot-headed. Why not cool down? Here, you can take my soda, I'll get another one."

Luke raised an eyebrow as he took the can.

"Awfully generous of you-- BLRBGLGLBRB!"

Luke was practically waterboarded by the spray of soda. He dropped the can and stepped back, spluttering and coughing as he came to the realization what had just happened. He blinked, and saw Leo cackling madly, with Mikey snickering in the background. Luke scowled as the soda dripped down his face and chest, soaking the few garments he wore.

"That's strike two."

"Oh come on!" Leo laughed. "That shouldn't count! It was just a prank! It's half a strike, at best."

"I thought you wanted to get to strike three?" Luke questioned.

"Yeah, but I gotta earn it!" Leo smirked. "That wasn't even my half-best work."

"I don't know how Mikey can stand being around you," Luke grumbled, shaking some of the sticky soda that was dripping down his arms.

Leo lurched back at that statement, his perfectly crafted smirk stayed in tact, save for a small crack in the mask and a twitch in the eye and smile.

"Yeah, I know right? His standards have lowered exponentially!" LeonAudro laughed.

Luke raised a suspicious eyebrow, but didn't push the matter when Mikey came trotting along, three grilled kabobs in his mouth. He grinned at the duo, grilled steak and barbecued veggies in his smile.

"I'll go get us some drinks. Luke, want anything?" Leo asked.

Leatherhead blinked at the suggestion, then shrugged.

"I'll just take some water and a ton of napkins."

"You got it. Mikey, you want anything?"

"Owamge Soba, pweash," Mikey answered, kabobs muffling his speech.

"Okay, one orange soda and one water with a truckload of napkins. And I'm gonna get a new soda."

Leo stepped away for a moment before returning with the requested items, handing the soda to Mikey and the water with napkins to Luke.

"Thanks," Luke said, already wiping his face off. "What brand of soda did you get?"

"Oh, this?" Leo asked, holding the can up for Leatherhead to see. "It's my favourite flavour of soda, it --"

Leo was stopped mid-sentence when Luke, with a completely straight face, took the can, shook it vigorously, pointed it at the stunned turtle, and cracked it open. Leo was instantly drenched by the spray. He shouted his protests, little good it did, and stumbled backwards. Soon enough the can was emptied, and Leo stared wide-eyed at Luke, who finally smiled smugly and simply replied "Payback."

Leo turned and glanced at Mikey, who was desperately trying to hold in his snickers. LeonAudro smiled, giggles filtering in slowly.

"Okay, okay. I totally deserved that. So, we're even? Can we say no strike two?"

"Half a strike," Leatherhead conceded.

"Cool. I'll go get some more napkins," Leo nodded.

. . .

A phantom rolled through the arenas, unseen by the majority of the contenders. A cloud of mists trailed after him as he followed the butterfly mod. His violet caped flowed as he stepped with haste and determination. Something about his demeanor set the halls with a sense of dread, cold and calculating.

He had been searching for someone. Still searching, only now it seemed he was finally getting somewhere. This person he was looking for, a lost soul. Someone who would undoubtably have no idea what to do without his brilliant brother. He had to find him quickly, before he got himself into trouble. Fortunately for the phantom, this Mod had approached him with the offer to help find lost items or people.

"You're certain you can locate him?" the phantom asked, his voice low so as not to draw attention to himself.

He may have blended in with the shadows, but his presence was sensed nonetheless. Almost like that of a dream in passing, a memory you were trying to forget. A fear you did not want to confront.

"Don't worry!" the butterfly cooed brightly. "We'll find the one you're looking for."

"Good," the phantom smiled. "Because I am running low on time."

. . .

DM Mikey was getting fidgety. Leo noticed it, so did Julia and Leatherhead. Michelangelo was a rambunctious teen to begin with, bursting with energy and excitement, his ADHD running him wild. But now, his ADHD mixed with his animalistic mutations and instincts to roam free and be a bit feral; and he wasn't just run wild, it ran him ragged. Mikey needed to move around so much more, his creature features causing his metabolism to spiral. The teen could usually find ways to occupy himself (especially with Dee's special home jungle-gym), but it was getting tough to find ways to keep entertained in these never-ending backdoor-looking arenas. Leo knew he had to do something, poor Mikey was starting to unravel from jitterbugs and boredom.

And Leo knew he had to make up for lost time.

LeonAudro glanced back at Leatherhead and Julia, who were whispering amongst themselves. Probably about Leo's antics. Oh well, they could deal with one more antic, right?

"Hey, Mikey," Leo said in a hush-hush tone. "Wanna play a game?"

Mikey looked up at Leo, his eyes wide as he nodded.

"What game, Blue?"

"Wanna race?"

Mikey nodded again, his scarred and torn lips curling into a sunshine-bright smile.

"But w-w-what ab-bout Luke a-an' Big Mama -- Mama Julia -- Bear Mom?" Mikey stuttered.

"They can play too, don't worry!" Leo stated. "Ready?"

Mikey immediately got into a ready stance, hind legs reared and spine stretched out like a cat about to chase after his prey.

"Okay, ready?" Leo whispered, before looking back at the others. "HeyGuysWe'reGonnaDoARaceBetterGetReady!"

"Wait, what?!" Luke yelled back, distracted by his conversation with his mother. "Hang on--!"

"OneTwoThreeGo!"

Mikey sped off like a shot, vanishing almost instantly as he bounded away. Leo ran after him as fast as possible, though he knew he would never catch up to him. He was tempted to use his ninpo, but for whatever reason the power that kept him tethered to the spores kept his teleportation skills at a minimum. Luke and Julia screamed after them to hold on, wait a minute! But Leo didn't seem to care. So long as Mikey had a good time.

Leo ran as fast as possible, yelling back with a laugh "Try to keep up! Don't wanna get left behind!"

He didn't see the look of disgusted horror on Luke's face as Leo turned the corner and vanished. It took Leo something around 10 minutes to catch up with Mikey again, and that was only because Mikey realized he'd gone too far and turned back to find him. The feral fungus lads wandered the grounds, exploring the various compounds and stalls.

LeonAudro had found a door leading to an outdoor station, where old fashioned stalls made up to look like something from a fantasy novel were set around cobblestone pathways, a few carnival games, and grassy hills. Mikey had the absolute time of his life meeting new people and playing the fun games. They had all but forgotten about the MBU clan as the bros enjoyed their time together; and by sunset they were sitting on a bench, Mikey humming softly as they watched the sky change tones.

"That was fun, right?" Leo smiled.

"Y-y-yessss," Mikey crowed. "Fun day. Thank you, Leo."

"Anytime, bud."

The two sat in silence, the heavens turning red and purple slowly.

"...H-hey, Lllleo?"

"Yeah, Mikey?"

"Where are Red and Purple?"

Leo's breath caught in his lungs, and he thought he was about to have a heart attack. He'd been waiting for this question, and the fact that Mikey used their colours rather than their names was a bad sign. Same with his stutter -- those factors only came into play when he was nervous or stressed, or dealing with issues from the mutations. He was more likely to forget how to walk upright, or what he'd done that day, or how to say certain words if he was struggling. It was a reeeeaaally bad sign if he forgot his brothers' names. LeonAudro felt something rising in his chest, a cold anxiety that made his head light and his stomach flip. Blue tints filled the edges of his vision. He blinked it away, breathing deeply as he sought for the right words.

"...I'm not sure where they are right now. Do you know their names, though?"

Mikey paused, lifting his head to look at Leo's face.

"...D-D-Donnieeee... An' Rrrrraph," he purred. "I-I remember."

"Just making sure."

Mikey kept his eyes on Leo.

"Leo? Can I ask you ssssomething?"

"Anything, dude."

Michelangelo reached up, his claws gently coming to Leo's eyes but not quite reaching them.

"Wwwwhat happened to your eyes?"

The big brother's gaze diverted away from his curious and concerned little brother.

"It's... a long story. I had wondered if you remembered what happened... Mike, do you recall a mission with mushrooms?"

Mikey leaned in close.

"You mean... l-l-like... drugs?"

Leo almost doubled over laughing.

"No! No no no, not at all!" he cackled. "It wasn't like that, it was just an evil giant mushroom with a glowing eye, and when we breathed in the spores it made us see these terrifying hallucinations..."

"That sounds just like dr-drugs, Leo," Mikey insisted.

Leo laughed again.

"I swear it wasn't! Anyway, to make a long story short, I got infected by the mushroom and it... made me do a lot of bad things. Things I regret. And this is kind of a... calling card."

Mikey stared at him, studying every aspect of his face and eyes.

"Leo... was like Mikey?"

"Huh?"

"Prisoner," he explained softly. "Withhhh a voice in Leo's head that made y-you do bad things. Like Instinct."

Leo slouched, his usually over-confident facade fading away as he took Mikey's hand and nodded silently.

"Can Mikey help?"

Leo shook his head.

"That's not your job, bud. I'm getting better, I swear."

Mikey rested against his chest, a gentle hug made mostly so they could feel each other's heartbeats.

"Please remember I love you, if nothing else."

Leo pulled Mikey closer, recalling those words from a long time ago.

"I will."

The stars began to twinkle in the skies above, constellations that neither had ever seen before. Just as Leo was about to suggest heading inside, a gruff and furious voice called out to them.

"WHAT THE HECK WERE YOU THINKING?!"

Leo's neck was struck with whiplash from how fast his head swiveled. Leatherhead was storming over, smoke practically pouring from his ears. Julia was close behind him, her expression hard and stern but not quite so frightening as Luke's.

"Oh, hey guys!" Leo waved. "Glad you finally caught up."

"Don't EVEN start with me!" Luke shouted. "How could you just run off like that?! We were supposed to stick together! Why did you leave us? And not tell us where you were going?!"

"It was just a game, dude," Leo snapped back. "Chill out."

"We had no idea where you were!!" Luke screamed, startling Mikey. "We were worried sick!"

"Hey, calm down!" Leo yelled, grabbing Luke by the wrist. "It was just a game --"

Luke wrenched his hand back, snarling in fury.

"That's strike three," he growled, voice deep and dark.

Leo gaped at him.

"Wait, for real? You're striking me because I took Mikey --"

"Do you even CARE about what's going on?!" Leatherhead shouted. "Do you even think?! Or do you only just play around like nothing matters?? While you've been goofing off and causing trouble, we've been trying to find a way to keep YOUR brother safe! Or did you forget that?!"

"Hey, don't get all grouchy with me because you can't handle a few funny pranks and jokes!"

"The only joke here is YOU," Luke rebuked. "You don't care at all about your brother, do you?"

Mikey growled at Luke, his tail swinging in between the two and encompassing Leo, who looked stunned. Luke's eyes widened and his face went pale at Mikey's reaction. LeonAudro looked back at Julia, hoping she'd mediate somehow. Julia simply had her arms crossed as she shook her head.

"I'm not mad," she sighed. "Just disappointed."

Leo's mask fell. Not the fake one with a carved smile that he'd discarded some time ago, but the one he'd been wearing ever since he was made leader. The mask that hid his true fears and insecurities. Blue began to fill his eyes up again, his head felt light and his hands trembled.

"I... I didn't mean..."

"Let's just go," Luke growled, "let's find a place to stay tonight. Because after today, I'm done with you."

. . .

Julia opened the door to the room and gingerly stepped inside. Leo had mentioned that last year, after a whole spore-zombie invasion (he looked quite queasy and pale mentioning that) he and another few AU competitors had gathered for a post-victory turtle-pile slumber party. It was like a fancy hotel room, nice and clean and magically sized to house everyone needed. There was even a basket of knitting needles for her on the table.

The three AUs walked inside, tensions high and animosity still brewing under the surface. Everyone felt on edge. Julia stayed in the doorway as the three teens stormed into the room, each one taking separate corners of the living space to sulk in. The Mama Bear took in a deep and rumbling breath before addressing the trio.

"Alright, I've had enough of this," she stated. "You three are going to have a talk and work things out. Right now."

LeonAudro gawked at her, his mouth open as if to ask her what on earth she was thinking. But one 'Mom Glare' in his direction, and Leo had elected to keep his thoughts to himself.

"I'm going out to get some supplies. When I come back, I expect you to have patched things up or come to an agreement. Understand?"

"Yes ma'am," their voices echoed.

Julia nodded sternly before stepping out, leaving the room in utterly uncomfortable silence.

LeonAudro sighed deeply, and turned to Mikey, who looked terrified. Leo signed for him to 'give us some space'. Mikey's shoulders bunched nervously as he scurried into the other room. Leo waited a full fifteen minutes after he heard the bedroom door close to approach Luke.

"Heyyyy, uh.... wassup."

Was that seriously the best he could do?

He cleared his throat and tried again.

"Um, I just wanted to say... I-I'm sorry for everything I did, and..."

LeonAudro stepped around the couch to face Leatherhead, and saw red rimmed eyes and a completely tear-stained face.

"Dude," Leo said, eyes going big as saucers. "Are you okay."

Luke grimaced.

"Do you actually care?"

Leo sighed as he sat down on the arm of the couch.

"I do care. I guess I just have a funny way of showing it. And I really am sorry, I wasn't intentionally trying to bug you."

"What about the soda can?"

"Okay, maybe that time. But that was just for laughs, I swear. I'm not trying to make enemies." Leo huffed. "Let's be real, it's not like I have to try to make enemies. It just happens. I'm great like that."

Luke wrung his hands and sighed.

"Fine. And I guess I'm sorry, too. I didn't mean to make Mikey so upset... I just really care a lot about him, y'know? He... he reminds me of my Mikey. And he reminds me of myself. I had a tough time growing up and... I just want him safe." Luke looked up at him, voice dripping with anger. "And I don't know how safe he is with you."

Leo felt the colour drain from his face.

"I-- I know I made a lot of mistakes, I got the three strikes, but I'll make it up to you! I'll -- look, here, you can hit me! I'll let you punch me in the face top make up for what happened. You can hit me twice!"

Luke's countenance fell, a disgusted look of horror on his face.

"Or... maybe not? I'm guessing not? How do you feel about community service?"

"I don't want to hit you," Luke hissed. "Why would you think that?"

Leo swallowed.

"I... I figured it would make us even. For everything. I thought you would have wanted..."

"No," Luke explained calmly. "I don't. If I made you think that... I'm not that kind of person. I've spent my whole life trying to fight the allegations that I'm only a 'beast', or a 'monster'. People look at me and assume all I want is to fight, to claw my way to whatever I want. I just want my family safe and happy."

Leo tried not to look as small as he felt.

"I only want that too... and I'm sorry about the three strikes."

Luke rolled his eyes.

"Just... don't make it to four, okay?"

Leo looked up with hope, a faint smile on his face.

"So... does that mean we're cool?"

Luke nodded.

"Up to you. But for now... yes. We're cool."

. . .

Julia had gone out to procure some snacks for her boys and a few more balls of yarn for her knitting. She'd not realized how long she'd been until she returned to a dark room, with everyone asleep. Luke was passed out on the couch, and the only light in the area was a soft neon blue glow coming from one of the bedrooms...

The colour made her stomach flip. She knew that blue glow, she'd recognized it. It haunted her, even now. She would wake up late in the nights, convinced she'd heard one of her kids screaming or that there were vines crawling across her floors, walls, and ceilings. She did her best to confront these fears and recurring nightmares, but some things lingered even still.

The fact that there was no screaming or crying was a good sign. She glanced towards the couch to inspect Luke. His head was rolled back and mouth wide open as he snored. Julia grabbed a small throw blanket folded in the closet and spread it over him, inadvertently waking him.

"Sorry, love," she whispered. "Didn't mean to startle you."

"It's fine," he mumbled, stretching softly. "I should move to an actual bed anyway."

"Did you talk to Leo?" Julia asked, accompanying him to his own private room.

"Yeah," he whispered. "We talked..."

Julia and Luke discussed the conversation the two had before they'd each gone to bed. She listened carefully, taking note of some subjects she felt were important to focus on when she talked with him herself. Julia wished Luke goodnight before closing his bedroom door and turning her attention to the ominous blue glow. She inhaled deeply and covered her nose (a self-preservation habit she'd taken from the last time she encountered the spores), then slowly approached the source.

In the other room, on the bed, a nest of vines had grown around two slumbering figures. The vines were the source of the glow, with no signs of any spore clouds or fungus beyond that. Julia exhaled deeply, somewhat relieved. But the vines only confirmed her hidden fear. Leo was still connected to the hive mind, to Audrey III.

She stepped closer, looking the duo up and down with concern. LeonAudro slept in the center of the nest, cradling DM Mikey close to his chest. Mikey was curled up tight, knees against his chest and hands clutching onto Leo as he dreamt. The two were inseparable. Not from the vines, but by choice. Which was a consolation to Julia.

She may or may not have been worrying in the back of her mind about LeonAudro. She knew he was DM Mikey's brother, but he was also under the control of a homicidal mushroom. He'd tried to kill her just a few months ago. Her and a lot of other people. Julia was not the type to hold a grudge, but she understood that sometimes danger lingers. People are always capable of change, but that doesn't always mean they will. Take Draxum, for example. Many of her kids were the result of Baron Draxum and his cruelty. While some lived in universes where he had been redeemed and reformed, others lived in dimensions where he was incapable of such feats and had remained a cruel and manipulative villain his whole existence.

What Julia needed to decide was if LeonAudro could be trusted.

She stared down at the two teens, sleeping with the utmost peace in each other's embrace.

This boy, this Leo...

He wasn't a villain. He wasn't a bad kid. He'd been under someone else's control, no choice in the matter. He had been sleepwalking. Just like Mikey that first night in the daycare. It was not his fault, and she couldn't continue to hold him accountable for that.

She pulled a blanket out and spread it over the two kids, gently tucking it here and there before turning around to leave.

"...Are you going to make me leave...?"

Julia paused, glancing over her shoulder to LeonAudro as he spoke, his eyes glowing bright in the darkness.

"No, cub," she whispered back. "I'm not going to make you leave."

Leo gripped DM Mikey just a bit tighter, pulling him close to his chest and resting his chin against the top of his head.

"...Why not?"

Julia was taken aback by the question.

"Because I would never do that to you," she answered sweetly, tiptoeing back to rub his head. "Or to Mikey. You two need each other, I see it."

Leo's forehead scrunched, his eyes looking away. He was gently rubbing Mikey's spiked and shattered shell, hidden under the soft but tearing fabric from Julia's hand-knit sweater.

"Luke told me you asked him to hit you," Julia mentioned, sitting herself down on the bed. She noticed Leo flinch at the mention.

"I thought..." Leo shifted, hugging Mikey while making him more comfortable. The mutated boxshell boy hummed in his sleep as Leo adjusted him, trying to avoid Julia's inquiry. "I thought it would make us even. I didn't know it was a trigger for him... he's a big dude, and I figured -- I mean, with all the stupid stuff I did today -- I figured he'd leap at the chance to pummel me."

Leo hid his face behind Mikey's.

"Anybody would."

Julia cooed sadly, reaching forward and stroking what she could see of LeonAudro's head.

"Ohhh, cub! No, no no no..."

"All I do is cause problems and hurt people and--"

"Leo, that isn't true--"

"But I do, I know I do," Leo mumbled, his voice muffled as he buried his face deeper and deeper into the nest of vines and Mikey's sweater. "After everything I did, all the trouble and pain and fear I caused... All I do is cause pain. Any time something bad happens, it's because of me. I'm always there. Donnie always talked about catalysts, cause and effect. I'm the cause, I'm the curse. It's always my fault. I destroyed the future, I caused the apocalypse, I gave strength to Audrey III during the competition, it was always because of me --"

"That wasn't you."

Leo looked up, eyes wet with tears as he stared at the Mama Bear.

"B-but --"

"It was not you, my dear cub," she repeated. "You are right about cause and effect, but you have it backwards. Those things happened, but not by your hand intentionally. You weren't the cause, so much as the effect. How do I explain... Bad things happen everyday. But good things come to counterattack, and bring light to the dark. You were there because you were the good counteracting the bad!"

Leo stared at her, not entirely sure he believed her.

"You didn't start your world's invasion, you fought against it with every breath you had. You didn't purposefully let the spores loose, and you didn't choose to have Audrey III capture you or your family. You can't hold yourself responsible for something you had no control over. The day I first met your brother and Chaplin attacked us, Mikey was sleepwalking and Chaplin made him do things he never would do otherwise --" Julia raised her arm to show LeonAudro her injury, "-- do you think that was Mikey's fault?"

Leo shook his head.

"Then how are you any different? I know you didn't want to do any of the things Aufrey III made you do. And so I can easily forgive you for that."

"But today -- I was just a burden to you -- Luke was right, I goofed off and didn't contribute to the mission at all..."

"But you did," Julia insisted. "You were there for Mikey. He needed you, and you took care of him. I saw you, and you cared for him as only a brother can. You're a good kid, Leo."

Leo's eyes ran with bright blue tears. They streaked down his cheeks and left stains on his mask. He wiped his face, trying to hide his emotions as best he could. Julia hummed sweetly, pasuing to see if he would want any affection. Leo eventually looked up from his cry-fest, realizing that she was waiting for him.

"Th-thank you," he whispered.

Julia nodded with a smile, reaching out to touch his shoulder.

"Of course, cub--"

She touched him. All it took was a touch. And she saw it all. Hallucinations that filled the entire room, converting it into a scene -- a memory. A dark room with half-dead people bound by vines and roots, the centerpiece held a blue-clad ninja turtle that was being eaten alive by an enormous mushroom. The air was visible, muddled and murked by blue mists and fog, the stench of fungus.

Julia pulled away quickly. The world was put to rights. Leo was still laying there, still cradling a peacefully sleeping Mikey. It seemed neither boy understood what had just happened. Julia barely knew what had happened.

She reached out and touched him again.

She was in a laboratory with a godless man trying to drag Leo away by his legs as his brothers watched and screamed. When Leo fought back, he was hit with an electrifying device that sparks burning his shell and skin just a few feet from where Mikey was caged, tears flooding down his terrified face.

Julia released Leo. The room was still and quiet once more. Leo glanced at her, unsure of what she was doing. She wasn't sure either. But she had discovered one thing: Leo could still use his fear powers.

He suddenly sat up straight, eyes wide as his pupils flashed pure white. DM Mikey groaned in his sleep, trying to reach for his brother when he couldn't feel him anymore. But LeonAudro sat stock still, chest rising and falling frantically as he hyperventilated.

"Leo?" Julia whispered cautiously, wondering if he'd seen what he'd unintentionally made her see. "What is it, what --"

"Something's about to happen...!"

. . .

Baudrey hummed as he lead the way through the halls. It was always difficult to tell what time it was in here, since time technically didn't exist in this realm. There was a sun and a moon and a sky, but that was more so for decoration than anything. People from all sorts of timelines and years congregated here, and while months could go by, they wouldn't age a day and no time would have passed in their homeworld. All that to say, clocks were useless. But he could assume that it was late in the evenings based on how few people were still trotting about, and from how quiet it had gotten. Not that Baudrey needed sleep anymore.

"Hurry along now," he said, his voice sing-songy as he directed Chaplin to the daycare. "Wouldn't want to be late."

"I don't see why we're attacking again," Chaplin grumbled, his face alternating between shades of pale caucasian and purple. "It didn't fare well the first time around."

"Ah, but as a scientist you must know that new variables can alter the experiment greatly!" Baudrey chuckled. "You have me now."

The villainous duo approached the daycare; the purple dome surrounding it shimmered upon their arrival as a warning.

"You know what to do," Baudrey crooned, stepping aside and gesturing at the door.

Chaplin stepped closer, frills on his neck revealing themselves as he took in a deep breath, then yelled. Sound waves reverberated, cracking the dome and causing it to slowly melt away. Some areas stayed in tact, but there were plenty of holes for the men to enter through. Baudrey pushed the door open with a dramatic flourish and stepped inside.

"Your turn," Chaplin sneered.

Baudrey waved his hands, and clouds of blue began infiltrating the sleepy daycare.

"That should help keep the snotty brats entertained," Baudrey smiled. "Meanwhile we have free reign to roam as we please."

"And if they aren't here?" Chaplin growled. "What then?"

"Oh don't worry, I have a man on the inside. Though he has been somewhat of a disappointment to me as of late... no matter. There are other ways to get what we want..."

Chaplin smirked as his body grew and deformed.

"Shall we?"

The two strolled along the halls as the children began to scream from their nightmares.

. . .

"What do you mean, something is about to happen?" Julia asked as she followed after Leo. "What's going to happen??"

"Something bad, I don't know," Leo gasped, hurriedly rushing around the room. "I-I got a feeling -- almost a glimpse -- Audrey III, they're planning something --"

"Planning what? How do you know...?" Julia froze. Leo turned to look at her, his face pale and expression sick, as if he might throw up.

"I... I don't know how to explain it, but... it's in my head... he's still in my head..."

Julia's eyes searched his. She knew that those infected by the spores had bright blue sclera, irises and pupils a lifeless white. Leo's eyes were only half-blue, his pupils dilating between the black and white.

"I-I promise I'm not going to hurt you!" Leo insisted, getting ahead of the conversation he knew was coming. "I swear on pizza supreme, on my life, on Mikey's life--! I won't hurt you! I'm not a bad guy, I promise!"

"I know," Julia said, trying to calm him down without touching him. "I know, don't worry. But... I don't understand?"

"Like I said, it's hard to explain," Leo answered, words fumbling out of his mouth faster than he could process as he paced anxiously. "I am and I am'nt. Am not, are not -- whatever. Audrey III doesn't control me anymore, but it still has like, a direct line to my brain. I'm kind of plugged in, and sometimes I get a signal -- A-and I just got a big one! A signal or command, or m-maybe even a message."

"What message?" Julia questioned nervously.

There was suddenly a knock at the door. The two heads snapped in unison, staring at the entrance. They exchanged a glance laced with reservations and nerves before Leo timidly went to the aperture and unlocked it. The door lazily swung open, revealing a phantom in a deep purple cloak.

"Finally, I found you," he whispered, lowering the hood and revealing a softshell turtle with a purple mask and bright blue eyes with white irises. "Hello, brother."

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[ransprang]

Hi! Since you're asking for request i have a nsfw for you. Dante has a crush on the small seamstress who repair his trenchcoats. She's gonna make him a new one (maybe the one of DMC5?) so she gonna take him the new measurements and maybe Dante having her so close he decide to go wild and release all his sexual frustations?

Okay so this was revealed to me in a dream! Enjoy

Dante x F!reader (N/SFW in the trenches of love)

- descriptions of BJ

Dante made a routine visit to his local seamstress after a battle as usual. He particularly liked going there as he enjoyed the company and sight of the special y/n. She was known for her sewing far and wide but more than that Dante got flutters in his stomach and urges he would rather not share with anyone. This felt less of a chore and more of a break to him after a fight.

As Dante reached y/n's boutique he felt a bit nervous, but carried on regardless. He stepped into the shop looking for her, with a smirk on his face. He was up to no good today, Dante was feeling a little naughty. Y/n returned Dante the banter he brought with him, she countered his flirtatious attitude while keeping a modest distance due to her shy nature.

"Y/n you know what time of the month it is, and its not what you think!" he finger gunned and earned a raised eyebrow from the disappointed seamstress. "Dante, looks like you've outgrown good humor and perhaps your measurements too, now stand there so I can measure you." He rolled his eyes with a smile and stood before the woman, she was shorter than him. y/n's head came up to the base of his neck so she had to look up to maintain eye contact while he looked down. He could've almost kissed that forehead Dante thought to himself. He just gave her an awkward giggle as she maintained a ever so smiley face which she kept whenever Dante was around.

Y/n took out her measuring tape and started going around his shoulders. wrote something in her notepad, then she measured his chest and did the same. Then she measured his waist "still cinched...", Dante laughed and rubbed the back of his head embarrassed. He was feeling urges of letting his intrusive thoughts win but he was holding back his tongue as to not embarrass himself further after his entrance joke.

Y/n finally got on her knees and wrapped her measurement tape around his hips and was getting the reading near his zipper when suddenly she heard "suck it". y/n raised her eyebrows in shock, losing her smile to gasp and look up. Dante was looking down biting his lower lip. His expression showing a tad bit of disappointment that he actually said that, mixed with clear restraint. Dante subconsciously took his hand and placed it at the back of y/n's head and whispered again "suck it" with more conviction. He knew the situation was too far gone after the first time he said it so he decided to commit.

Y/n was struck with confusion but she didn't want to say no. Her hands let loose of the measuring tape and let it slip as her hands slid to the sides of his pants. After a moment of silence, Dante was losing his patience and his hard on was pushing against his zipper, so close to her mouth. He used his free hand to slowly unzip his pants and pulled down his trousers. Y/n looked at his dick, its pink tip touching the tip of her nose. She could feel a churning feeling in her heart, heart beating fast and mouth salivating. Y/n breathed heavily looking up into his ocean blue orbs. She slowly moved her soft lips and wrapped them around his member and slowly started moving back and forth with the aid of his hand hold back her hair in a pony.

Dante let out a sigh of relief and threw his head back, closing his eyes. "Aaah" he released as he increased the pace of y/n's head bopping by pushing her head. She gagged, increasing the grip against the sides of his hips. It was long since Dante felt the pleasure of having a woman's lips on his cock and especially a woman he actually liked. As he grew closer to climax he gritted his teeth and tensed his stomach as he groaned. He thrust faster into y/n's mouth as she choked and her saliva dripped down her chin. He made one last thrust pushing her head hard towards the base of his dick and counter thrusting as far as he could down her throat. She felt warm jizz slide down her throat as he closed his eyes tightly breathing relief through his mouth.

Y/n finally had the strength to push herself away and fall back on her bum on the floor. Dante immediately tucked his semi hard penis inside his pants, forgetting to unzip his pants. He dropped down to sit right next to her. Y/n was looking at him with a small smile as he panicked to grab the nearest fabric laying around in her shop to help clean up the saliva mess. y/n was finally catching her breath and she let out a laugh, Dante saw the lightheartedness and laughed with her and they both just giggled for a bit at the events that just happened. He had his hand around her shoulder give her a strong squeeze "that....was very good y/n, didn't know you had more talents". Y/n had a massive smile on her face "This was my first time", -"What?!!!" he let out a shocked exclaim. Y/n laughed "well yeah, I don't have the time nor any hot men that come around." Dante actually had a concerned and shocked expression, he seemed to be speechless. Y/n got up with the most arrogant smile and corrected her dress, "well Dante get up we still have work to get done." he got up baffled and wide eyed, Dante knew he was so impressed and he would definitely be paying more frequent visits.

Your Saliva,

Admin Sav

[pure-vanilla-lilies]

Midnight Love~

Story Description: “Just keep looking at me my little faerie.”

Pairing: Shadow Milk x Lily Orchid

Warnings: Fluff & Smut, Oral Sex (Female), Vaginal Finger + Sex, Hair Pulling, Breeding Kink & Degradation + Praise

Note: Okay I wanted to write these wet cats tonight, so please bare with me if it’s not good :)

It was late at night, Shadow Milk & Lily Orchid were finishing up a movie that they were watching. The girls were already in bed and the two needed some alone time in their room, so why not a movie to pass the time, while the movie was finishing up. The faerie looked at the time and it was close to midnight, and some reason she wasn’t tired at all, snuggling closer to her husband, the jester held his wife closer to him and continued to watch the movie. When the movie finished, the two weren’t tired at all so why not enjoy the time and relax and cuddle? But until, that Shadow Milk had a little fun idea..

Sitting on the jester lap as soft passionate kissing was at it place, Shadow Milk snapped his fingers making his and his wife’s clothes disappear. Both nude and desperate, since Shadow Milk is pent up and he really needed his wife so badly. With the jester lying down, Shadow Milk grabbed his wife’s ass and gently squeeze the fatty flesh making the faerie squeak and breaking off the kiss. Her face was more flustered as it took noticed by her husband, leaning up he squeezed her one breast as he kissed and sucked on her other one. A soft moan escaped from the faerie as he squeezed her breast tighter while flicking her nipple with his thumb, a soft cry escaped from his wife as her face was red as a cherry.

Removing his mouth from her one breast, he switched breasts as he did the same. Soft cries escaped from his wife while she was blushing more red. Lily Orchids untouched pussy was dripping with slick onto Shadow Milks hard cock, she whined as she needed more. With the jester removing his mouth from her breast, he flipped her onto her back, his wife was beautiful in his eyes, from her body to her scars, she was just beautiful in his eyes.. The jester kissed her battle scars that she had on her body down to her untouched pussy, once he stopped there, he put her legs on his shoulder as he kissed and sucked on her pussy.

“Mmmf- Fuck, Shadow Milk~” Lily Orchid cried out.

Shadow Milk sucking and licking the right spots on her pussy, it made Lily Orchid cried in pleasure as she curled her toes as she slowly moved her hips on her own. Basically she was humping herself onto Shadow Milks skilled tongue, grabbing a fistful of the bedsheets, the faerie cried out in pleasure as she felt her husband rubbing her labia. It made her hips go faster, she couldn’t control herself at all and she was close to cumming.

“I-I’m close, oh witches..Shadow Milk I’m cumming, I’m- Aaah Shadow Milk!” Lily Orchid screamed as she cried out.

With a gush hitting the jester, the faerie cum squirting a little making her breath heavily. Licking the last bits, Shadow Milk leaned up and kissed his wife softly making her taste herself on his lips. The kiss was soft and it was also distracting her that he rubbed her clit in circles with his fingers. The faerie cried out softly as her husband slowly thrust his finger into her pussy, started slow before going a little faster, the gushing of her wet pussy was heard in the room along with the faeries cries of pleasure.

“You’re so wet for me LilyBaby~ your cunt is swallowing my fingers well. You’re so desperate for my cock. You cock slut loving whore~”

The thrusting was getting faster, and with Lily Orchid was close again.. Without the warning, the faerie cum and squirts again. It made the jester chuckle softly. Removing his fingers out of her pussy, Shadow Milk turned her around which made on her hands and knees. Her pussy in front of him, dripping and throbbing waiting for his cock to fill her up. The wetness of her slick was used as lube for him, slowly pushing his cock in, tears of pain and pleasure filled the faerie eyes, fuck he was so big, it still a surprise he hasn’t split her open yet…

Grabbing a fist full of her hair, he started to thrust slow before going faster. He hit the right spots making his wife cry in pleasure, the bed creek as he was lost in thought, the floral scent made the jester drunk off of lust as he went faster and harder.

“Your so perfect LilyBaby~ your pussy fits my cock so well, mmmf, I need to breed you so badly~” Shadow Milk said with a slight groan.

His thrusting was faster and harder, cries of pleasure came from the faerie as her hands gave out that and her tummy was on the bed as she looked at her husband in love and yes she was cock drunk. The sound of gushing pussy, balls slapping filled the room, Shadow Milk wasn’t gonna stop until he breeds his wife and put a baby in her again.

“Mmm fuck, close~” Lily Orchid said as she kept moaning

With his free hand, he rubbed her clit to help her cum faster. Crying in pleasure, the faerie has cum again, there was a wet spot on the jesters lower area, it made him smile. Grabbing her hips tightly, his thrusts were sloppy, he was getting close to cumming again.

“Your gonna take my seed like a slut that you are, take my seed you slut!”

Without a doubt, Shadow Milk soon cum deep inside of her, his breathing could be heard as he pulled out. He couldn’t believe that he cum 4 cups inside of his wife pussy. With Lily Orchid flopped down and turn around, she was cock drunk, sweaty and full of lust. As the jester leaned down to kiss his wife, he moved her hair out of the way as he kept kissing her passionately and loving. He loved her and she loved him, nothing can ruin this night at all..

[niilue]

I need a grell fanfic 😭😭

ෆ    ִ      ׁ   sub grell x gn reader

cw; dom reader, gender neutral, spanking, praising, rimming, orgasm control, a really needy grell

grell loves it when you use her as if she were a toy for you. there are days when she is so horny that it's unbelievable everything she asks you to do to her . even though you really like to be more gentle in sex.

"just a little bit, love. yeah?" grell was sitting on your lap as she begged you to play with her and her body.

she asked you to spank her ass repeatedly while you took it upon yourself to control the number of times she could come.

you nodded unable to resist grell's advances. she was wearing a cute short white shirt with a too-short red plaid skirt. no underwear at all, which made everything more difficult. she was so beautiful <;33

with a little cry of congratulations she lay flat on your lap and with a smooth motion she hiked up her skirt until her pale ass was exposed.

she smiled excitedly and winked at you.

without thinking too much you slapped your palm on her skin, seeing how it bounced off the blow and turned her flesh reddish.

"aaahg!" gave a grell, too loud and sensual little scream. "more, more, love." she moaned, wiggling her legs desperately.

smack smack smack smack, over and over again. you pounded on her trunk, feeling her skin get redder and redder. your palms tingled from the insistent pounding.

you were stroking her buttocks, shamelessly squeezing and caressing her smooth skin. it was so addictive. "god, your ass is so pretty, grell." you said without taking your eyes off her ass.

you inserted a finger without a second thought into her entrance, watching her open up for you, taking your finger so well, you added one and two and three fingers.

as you fucked her ass grell was a bunch of whimpers and compliments to your long, well-trained fingers.

"ahahag, you always do this, so- so well."

you felt the need to do a thousand things with grell's ass. you really couldn't control yourself when you saw her round, firm ass.

"love, stand over here. and lift your nice ass up for me." you commented as you indicated to grell where to stand.

as grell did so you kept grabbing her ass and slapping her pale skin. you couldn't go a second without touching it.

when you had grell doing what you wanted without warning you went up to her ass and bit one of her ass cheeks.

grell screamed and looked at you with a pout. "you'll leave marks on me."

"i don't care, only i will see this." you said with your face pressed against her ass. you smiled and before grell could say anything else to you. you took both buttocks and spread them open with your hands and used your tongue to lick her dilated entrance.

"AHHG HAAA!" grell screamed excitedly at the intrusion of your tongue in her desperate ass.

while you were sucking and licking her ass, you took her member and began to stimulate it. you were tasting her entrance, penetrating her hot entrance with your tongue. while in your hand you were milking her cock.

grell was holding on to the couch, with her hands on the wall and her face in the cushions, breathing hard and whimpering like a cat in heat.

"mhmh, yes, more, yes aaah (name)"

she could only scream at you to keep fucking her with your tongue. her back arched in pleasure as her beloved orgasm peeked through. only to be snatched away by you as you stopped touching her.

ruining her orgasm. making grell start screaming and moaning in pain. by this point you had already ruined her climax three times. grell cried out in pain but when you wanted to stop eating her, she would grab your face and press it to her ass.

"no, no" she would gasp. "keep eating my ass, you know I need this, too much." she would say exaggeratedly biting her lips and making a sad face.

"all for my pretty redhead."

[caninesavior]

Hi Faith. Could you possible do a comfort fic with the ghoulettes where the reader (or another ghoul if you don’t do reader-insert) has had a hard day?

❤️

Lunch Table

(please do not laugh at the title LMFAO idk what to call it)

No proofread || SFW

Pairing: Ghoulettes x Reader

You took a deep breath and dropped yourself onto the sofa in the living room of the ministry. You just got home after a long day at work, and apparently, some people were not being nice to you today.

You raised your chin, resting your head on the back of the sofa. You attempted to relax, and it failed. You turned your head a little to the entrance door not far away from you, and even just looking at people and the ghouls of the ministry walking in and out almost pissed you off.

You closed your eyes, and suddenly you felt irritated by how sweaty your shirt was, and how much of a mess you were.

“Someone seems to have a shit day, huh?” You heard a voice of a lady coming closer to you, and when you opened your eyes you just gave her a shrug. “A total fucking wreck and super shit day, Cirrus. Fuck.” You mumbled under your breath. The tall ghoulette in front of you gave you her smile, showing a row of pretty white fangs. “I'm so sorry to hear that, love. Do you mind joining the girls at the lunch table and me?” She said, reaching out her arms to you.

You hesitated, not because you didn't feel hungry—while in fact you were so fucking hungry and you thought that what makes you angry, too—but because you were concerned that you might snap at them for being way too tired. “I’m- I'm not hungry,” you answered her. Cirrus clicked her tongue, “Oh I know you do. Fill your stomach up a bit, it’ll make you feel better. Come?” She pulled you up from the sofa, and you felt like you couldn't say no to her—because she was right.

Both of you walked to the dining room of the ministry, and you almost lost it when you saw a bunch of people and ghouls. Cirrus felt your energy and it struck her. “Calm down, honey. Ssshhh.” She moved her fingers and suddenly you felt a breeze of fresh air washing over you. “Oh my god, yes. Yes, thank you.” You muttered, letting out a sigh of relief. Cirrus nodded, “better now?”. You smiled at her.

Your eyes wandered across the room until you saw two ghoulettes waving in your direction. “Ay, ay!” Cirrus waved back and walked fast right in front of you to get to them and you followed her.

Cirrus gave Sunshine and Cumulus a high five each of them, and you sat next to Sunshine. Cumulus and Cirrus were sitting across from you.

Sunshine looked at you and cupped your cheeks. “Aaah, our baby is being grumpy today?” She said, a pair of bright orange-ish yellow eyes searching for something in your own eyes. “Grumpy and feels like shit, apparently,” Cirrus added. Cumulus reached out her hands and put your hand into hers. “I'm so sorry to hear that, sweetheart. You can talk to us about it if that makes you feel better. Here, have some smoked beef. Or those bread. Anything you want.” She had the most gentle voice ever, and you took some slices of the said beef, put them into the bread and you ate it. Dear Satan, it tasted so fucking good.

After chewing it for some time, you continued to tell your story. “Cirrus was right. I feel grumpy and shit because I had a bad day today.” You started. All three of them listened to you closely, their ears moving every so often to catch what you were saying. “What happened, darling? Mind to tell us?” Cumulus asked. You swallowed your saliva, preparing to recall whatever the hell happened to you that day. “Someone kept texting me non-stop and I don't even know who that is,” you murmured, “and I got yelled at by my boss. I don't want to explain why, I'm so tired. He can suck my ass.”

“Yes! He can suck ass!” Sunshine blurted out, and some of the ghouls and people who had lunch were shifting their attention to your table. Cumulus was mumbling a tiny ‘I'm sorry’ to them and Cirrus was covering her face. You saw Swiss and Dew at the far corner of the room almost standing on the chair shouting, “He can suck MY ass!” and you saw Rain looking incredibly uncomfortable he hid his face, and Aether folding his arms on his chest looking unimpressed by these two idiots. You cracked a laugh.

Cirrus rolled her eyes. “Sorry for the boys. And I'm sorry that happened to you.” Cirrus set her attention back on you, followed by Sunshine and Cumulus. “I wonder why some people choose to be an asshole when they could be kind. Guess humans are not always better than ghouls and demons.” She continued. “Well, you're right.” You agreed and unconsciously tapped your fingers on the table. Sunshine, noticing it, decided to stop it by putting her hand on top of yours. “You are safe with us, okay? We can bring you back to your room after you have your lunch and wait for you while you clean yourself up.” She said, and Cumulus nodded along with her.

You froze and took a good look at each of them. Cirrus with her grey-blue-ish hair, and caring but assertive gaze made you trust her even more. Sunshine with her sparky personality and her bright orange and yellow eyes, scared you at first time but they are the ones you needed to see right now and she was, literally, a ball of bright sunshine. Cumulus with her super fluffy cloud-like pink hair, and her bright pink lipstick, looked so pretty and soft and made you want to hug her to no end. These are your friends, your ghoulettes, who had been with you since the day you got into the ministry. When you were scared of everything–especially, specifically Dew–and they had been there for you and had been helping you adjust to your new life here.

You felt a tear coming up to your eyes and you whispered to them, “Thank you, you mean a lot to me. Thank you.” they aww-ed for a second and gave you the most comforting hug and reassurance.

[diedbutterflies69]

Cars- Bang Chan imagine

Contains: explicit sexual contact, chan as hot rich hotel owner, car sex, slight degradation, blowjob, fingering, etc

Minors don't interct.

Working in one of the most expensive hotels in the country was something you never expected. You were just a normal student who was struggling to meet deadlines and pay for tuitions and so doing many part time jobs. A law student washing dishes in random restaurant and drooling over food, observing the way those chefs used to work with wok , deep fried food, the process fascinated you so much. Even though you were familiar with cooking since a young age it was rather more like responsibility, a chore. And that's how you learned cooking by slowly observing the chefs and utube videos, as changing the entire career dreams at the last year was little too wild and impossible. But struggles eventually leads to happiness, the owner of one of the restaurant you used to work at got surprisingly close with you ,her name lucy a single divorced hot milf she thaught you many skills and tricks with cooking. Your last straw before quitting the law school was getting failed . And just like that a blessing in disguise. She noticed how dishearted you were and then decided to give you the greatest opportunity in your life.

Working in God's menu was every chef's dream, and Lucy made your dream come true. The owner and main chef of God's menu Bang Chan was close with Lucy and just by that using some connections you got yourself inside that paradise, but Chan was a total boomer with you, he didn't wanted to give you job at the first place as you lacked experience and knowledge but he valued friendships way too much to deny Lucy.

Chan was always hard on you, constantly making you work with him, teaching the mystery behind flavours, making you memorize foreign cuisine recipes, you sweared you didn't even struggled that much in law school as there was no one lecture you and expect from you. He acted all tough just to make you perfect and eventually became close, you fell in the pit of one sided love the moment Chan agreed to hire you. What you adored most about Chan was how he always made sure to not make you panic while being near fire, never told you to hurry while cutting vegetables. His this small gestures meant so much too you. And in span of 7 months that baby was finally your boyfriend. Chan was someone who followed his heart and just like that, he confessed in the most cheesiest way possible. And here you are today a great chef with lot of knowledge and a handsome, caring and loving boyfriend. 3 years of loving relationship.

"baby~~ " you said while hugging your boyfriend from the back who was too invested in making a 4 tower cake for his best friend's wedding even though he wasn't much experienced with baking whatever he tried doing was no less than perfection.

"yes, baby? Need anything?", Chan asked you. Even though you have been listening to his sweet honey voice since years it never failed to make your heart flutter.

"stop working now, it's 2:30 am let's go home now", you whined slightly tipping on toes and kissing Chan's neck. Getting a small hum from your boyfriend.

"just few more minutes babe", Chan said turning back and softly giving pecking your forehead . You huffed in response being too tired of your boyfriend's night owl tendencies, you went back to the table and singing a good night in most extra way possible. Chan just smiled at his girlfriend, he too wanted to go home and just cuddle with you but work was trash .

Finally looking at clock it was 3 :15 something, his work finally done. After cleaning up every thing,washing the dishes and shoving the massive cake into refrigerator carefully, Chan happily made his way to you. He too saying baby~ in most extra way possible, he was an true night owl no matter how much he worked at nights without you being by his side he wasn't able to fall asleep. A habit he picked up 3 years ago.

"get up, it's 5 am", Chan whispered into your ear while aggressively moving you to make you leave your dreamland.

"aggh, good morning the love of my life", you said slowly leaving your subconscious world. Even in slight unconscious mind you were flirty and cheesy.

"good morning, it's 5 A.M ", Chan again told you a wrong time just messing up with you.

"what the fuck", you yelled being angry on your boyfriend's crazy work habits , you were glaring at him till he bought his his wrist infront of your face . His watch reading 3 : 08 , being confused and worried for your wrong vision you looked at the wall clock that to read 3:07 am.finally realising you have been scammed.

" you fucking lier", you yelled at Chan for pranking you, but you were glad that he finished the work soon.

"heheh", Chan laughed, he was too cute for you.

"let's just go home", you said trying to keep a poker face, packing your stuff then gripping Chan's hand and walking out of the space.

Going down through the elevator, Chan unleashing his 50 shades enthusiast.

"What is it about elevators?" Saying this and immediately pulling you into a deep kiss, he tasted like chocolate probably from the previous cake flavours, his tongue feeling so good while exploring your mouth, one hand at the back of your neck and the other interlocked with yours. His lips always felt like heaven.

He broke the kiss as the door opened, he adjusted your hair and outfit and locking his eyes with you giving you a warm smile, fully a contradiction to his previous action. This man's duality always suprised you.

"let's go baby~", Chan said getting out of elevator with you, hands interlocked moving back and forth, if someone saw you both they would probably think that you both are possessed, smiling and jumping like kids finally reached the car.

"let me open the door for you", Chan said with a smirk while opening the car door for you , there was not a single human present in the parking lot, creepy vibes but perfect for your both future activities. Chan entered the car and stared at you in the most innocent way possible.

"what?", You asked him giving him the same innocent eyes.

"babe, the kiss made me hard", Chan admitted almost shamelessly his eyes pointing at his pants , and yes it was a great hot site too notice.

"will you melt, till we reach home?", You asked Chan looking into his eyes hands slowly creeping to his thighs dangerously close to the not so safe zone.

"I would rather burst here than melt till we reach home", Chan said holding your hand bringing it straight over his memeber, you blushed deeply at his actions.

"Come on babe, we had done Car sex multiple times", Chan said making you blush and wet down there even more. You got a little too needy as the memories of Chan fucking you ruthlessly on the back site of the car came to your mind. Your hand still palming his cock through pants.

"hop on the backseat", you said almost breathlessly, Chan smirking at your needy , horny State. You both went on the backseat to make a great mess over there .

"aaah" , you moaned loudly as Chan slapped your left boob while sucking your neck. His teeth never failed at marking you all over, his touch was heaven especially whenever he squeezed the back of your neck or roughly groped those boobs. Detaching himself from your neck he gripped your neck in an erotically painful way and forcing you on your knees.

"Suck, use that mouth atleast one time for a good cause", Chan said , his degrading voice mixed with heavy lust. Nodding at his words , without wasting any time you bought your hands to undid his belt and zipper . Palming him through his boxers and finally releasing it from all restraints, you slowly put hs cock inside your mouth, he was really really hard. A fucking long and thick cock he had, you not being able to take him even half way as the position was slightly painful but nevertheless you started bopping your head up and down and palming the remaining with your hands. His loud groans and moans indicated that he was satisfied enough, you increased your speed, occassionally hollowing your cheeks to take him deeper every time. He gripped your head as he was close , he started to move your mouth as he pleased making you gag non stop, it hurted but you liked it so much. " You feel so fucking good, all mine", Chan said breathlessly after a final thrust and empting himself inside your mouth, his cum feeling your mouth in escasty. You sucked off every single drop not wasting anything.

Chan lifted you up from the car floor and made you sit on his lap. You looking fully fucked out, with clothes misplaced and mouth dripping with saliva and his liquid , black mascara tears running down.

"My precious slut", Chan said while making his way to your panties, your jeans were already removed a long ago.

"you want my fingers? Hmm?" Chan said as his fingers were slowly entering your pussy , his cold hands making you shiver .

"yes please sir" , you begged voice laced up with pure desperation and needily grinding on his fingers and thighs. Chan smirked again at you.

"what you want more, my fingers or my cock?" Chan made gave you 2 choices both of them heaven.

"your cock, sir please" You begged again. He finally smiles at you pure ill intention smile.

"Since you are too good girl, I should give you whatever you want", Chan said and finally bought his cock towards your tight leaking cunt slowly entering himself inside you.

"ride", Chan said and you felt like being on cloud nine. Slowly moving your hips up and down in decent speed . His cock fitted so well inside of you, it was pure bliss for you.

But without a warning Chan bought his hands towards your clit and pinching it making your whole body jolt in overstimulation.

" babe,you are too good, so deserve my fingers too", Chan said with a sadistic smile.

It's gonna be a long morning.

[lavishedinjimin]

dom!namjoon with dom!yoongi with spit kink, hehe spanking and a tiny bit of degradation. basically hard doms lol. I LOVE YOUR DRABBLES SO FUCKING MUCH??? AND YOUR WORK IN GENERAL PLS HAVE SOME NEEDED REST ILY

I’m watching some youtube videos while writing and it currently doesn’t help with my procrastination. nevertheless, thanks darling! 

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Kneeling in the middle of the room, Yoongi observes your body, watching your figure tremble as Namjoon circles you around. You can’t handle the atmosphere in the room. Two very dominating figures stand before you, plotting what they’re going to do with you, while you just sit there with your head hung low.

“Aw, look at her,” Namjoon coos, stopping on your left as he leans his upper body down. He forcefully grabs your jaw, digging his nails into the skin of your cheeks. “She’s about to cry.”

Yoongi scoffs, making himself more comfortable on the couch. He points his chin at you, “Get on all fours and crawl closer to me.”

Namjoon removes his hold on you and slaps your cheek, “Get to it, slut.”

After a little whimper, you hold back your tears and did as you were told. Being so exposed and naked all to themselves was terrifying yet felt amazing at the same time.

Placing your palms on the cold floor, you crawl. Yoongi’s cock throbs from your big, pure-looking eyes. Without any warning, Namjoon spanks your ass that made you tremble in front of Yoongi. He does this a second, and a third time, biting your lip down in case Yoongi didn’t want you to be so loud.

“Does it hurt?” Yoongi says, moving strands of hair away from your face. “Hmm?” he abruptly grips your chin, lifting your head to meet his gaze.

“N-No—”

“Oh?” Namjoon chuckles, grinning as he looks at the eldest with a knowing look, “It didn’t hurt, she said?”

As soon as you realized what was going to happen, you frantically shake your head. “No! I didn’t mean it like that—aaah! Fuck!”

Namjoon groans as he further hits your sensitive butt with the rough, hard belt. He had no mercy at all and he was desperate to cover your sweet ass with bruises. With each hit, your body would jolt forward into Yoongi. He holds your face in both hands, watching your pained yet aroused expressions.

Namjoon stops spanking you but instead, pushing two slender digits inside your tight pussy. Finally, a tear slips past your eye, moaning in delight that your hole was finally filled. You gushed onto his middle and ring finger as he pumps them, finding your g-spot with ease.

Yoongi strokes your bottom lip with his thumb, “Open your mouth, slut.”

His low voice vibrates through your body, adding more fuel to the fire.

“Stick your tongue out.”

After you do so, what he did was far beyond what you were expecting.

Yoongi gathers a bunch of his saliva and spits on your tongue. Namjoon chuckles behind you, pleased by your reaction to Yoongi’s kinky act.

You whimper. “Nuh ah ah, swallow it. Don’t you dare fucking let it drool.”

Taking the courage to gulp down his spit, Yoongi praises you.

“You better get yourself get used to all of this, baby,” Namjoon says, “this will be a long, long night.”

[nekokoaa]

After School Part II - Bakugo x Reader x Midoriya (18+)

Summary: 

He was prepared for the insults, the hate, when all he was doing was discovering himself, just finding out the answers to his buried emotions. He knew this wouldn’t be healthy for his feelings, remembering those tears that rolled down his face when he watched you two declared your love for each other, the hurt that has been living with him ever since then. Would he really damage himself like that? Just to see Bakugo that way one more time?

Warnings: Explicit, angst, voyeurism, blowjobs, rough sex, sex toys, begging, threesome kind of

Part of the NSFW series Euphoria - Euphoria Masterlist

Also on AO3

Part one - After School (Recommended)

AC: Hey guys! Excited for this one. I recommend you read the first part before this one. It’s in the link above. Enjoy!

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After School part II – Bakugo x Midoriya x Reader (Sequel to After School)

Midoriya felt disgusted with himself yet he couldn’t stop his hand from rubbing up and down his hardened dick. He buried the side of his head against his pillow, gathering the white fabric into his mouth to muffle the moans he couldn’t contain. His eyes were tightly shut to avoid having to lock eyes with his posters of All Might. He didn’t need to feel anymore shameful than he already did. Being surrounded by images of his idol, them smiling proudly at him, it only made him feel guilty about his actions. Why am I doing this, he found himself asking just as he increased his pace, a certain blond teenager entering his imagination shortly. He let another moan get suppressed into the pillow, followed by gasps caused by the pleasure rising within his stomach.

It’s only been a week since Midoriya witnessed you getting fucked in the classroom by Bakugo and it was still fresh in his mind like he was rewatching a scene from a movie. He could remember every detail from your pleading moans, Bakugo’s groans to the sounds of slapping flesh and of course, those crimson eyes that bore into his own while he fucked you. Midoriya whined, fisting the sheets with his free hand as he felt his eyes tearing, pleasure and agony intertwining like brothers. It rose until he saw sparks in his vision, higher it went until all was white.

“Kac… chan…!” His hips stuttered, and then he felt wetness on his stomach and parts of his hand. He released the pillow from his clenched teeth, heavy pants rolled out of him as his lungs begged for air. He shielded his eyes with his cleaned hand soon becoming soiled with tears that rolled down his face. He didn’t know what to do. He felt as if he was too far gone in his feelings that he couldn’t just ignore how he felt towards Bakugo, but it hurt knowing that there was nothing he could do about it. The only thing he could do was lie in the dark in his room with his hand on his cock, soiled with his own cum, and his mind filled with Bakugo knowing he would never love him back.

Midoriya expected his day to start out the same as always. Even though he stumbled upon you and Bakugo a week ago, he was still able to maintain his normal school schedule. As well as Bakugo who carried on like that incident never happened but… today was different.

Midoriya caught you staring at him longer than he would’ve like and when he would meet your gaze, you would pretend that you weren’t staring at him but would make it obvious by the flush on your cheeks and the twiddling of your thumbs. There was even a moment in the cafeteria where you were sitting with Bakugo and you were both eying him and whispering to each other.

At that point, Midoriya panicked. Did you find out? Did Bakugo tell you? He was going to find a hole and bury himself alive if you found out.

What Midoriya didn’t expect was for him to be approached by Bakugo after school and with you standing behind him all shy and whatnot. He hadn’t expected to be cornered and pulled under one of the stairways, thrown against the wall with Bakugo’s hand slapped on the wall beside his head. Midoriya gulped, but also felt his pants getting tighter.

“Listen well, Deku,” he growled.

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t—I didn’t—I won’t tell anyone about it…!”

“Shut it!” He lifted his hand off the wall and slammed it back down. Midoriya jumped, his eyes flickering between you and Bakugo. He didn’t realize he was giving you a pleading look, although fear might’ve best described it. It made you hold Bakugo’s other arm and you gave him a smile before looking at Midoriya with flushed cheeks.

“We’re not here to scare him, Katsuki.”

Bakugo scoffed, frowning as he shoved both of his hands in his pockets.

“Katsuki told me you saw us…” oh fuck, he was screwed. He was undeniably screwed. You had found out and now he was going to become the laughing stock of UA. The one who jerked off and came in his own pants to his childhood friend fucking his girlfriend. He could see the headlines in the papers. Rumors would spread, and no agency would want to sponsor him. He would be ruined. “And we were wondering…”

Midoriya shut his eyes and prepared for the worse.

“If you would want to… watch us again?”

Huh? Midoriya’s eyes shot open. Did he hear correctly? Your shyness returned again, and you were now burying your head in Bakugo’s arm. Midoriya ignored the pang of jealousy he felt. You spoke up again, cheeks flushed and eyes everywhere except at Midoriya.

“It was… exhilarating having someone watch us. I was a bit freaked out when I found out but…” you bit your bottom lip. “Lately, I’ve been having the best orgasms imagining someone watching us so…”

“Don’t get any bright ideas, this was all her plan,” Bakugo grumbled. “And all you’ll be doing is watching!”

“So, what do you think? Do you want to watch us… tonight? Katsuki’s parents are away.”

Midoriya was shocked, mouth agape, eyes so wide that they look like they were about to fall out. He thought you were here to ridicule him, yell at him for eying your boyfriend and somehow knowing that he was masturbating to your boyfriend every night. He was prepared for the insults, the hate, when all he was doing was discovering himself, just finding out the answers to his buried emotions. He knew this wouldn’t be healthy for his feelings, remembering those tears that rolled down his face when he watched you two declared your love for each other, the hurt that has been living with him ever since then. Would he really damage himself like that? Just to see Bakugo that way one more time?

“I-I’ll do it,” Midoriya spoke under his shaky breath, his eyes shooting straight in your direction when you jumped for joy. He hesitated to look at Bakugo, but something made him anyway and he soon regretted it. The disgust in his eyes were apparent, probably because Midoriya had agreed to watch him again. He sneered at the thought of it.

Perhaps Midoriya should’ve said no. So that he could’ve avoided sitting leaned back in Bakugo’s chair in his room, legs spread and a hand palming the bulge of his pants as he watched a nude Bakugo suck on your nipples. He squeezed both of your breasts in his hands, his tongue heavy on your nipples as they grew swollen like ripe fruits under the sun.

Midoriya bit his lip to hold back a soft moan. He continued to rub his bulge, his green eyes fixed on Bakugo’s back, arms, hands, all muscled and leveled like mountains. Bakugo was already in Midoriya’s head, sometimes staring at your face until it would change into his own. Imagining how it would be like if he were under Bakugo, getting his nipples sucked.

He saw that you had glanced at him and your face flushed deeply as you turned your face to the other side.

“What are you being all shy for?” Bakugo teased, knowing damn well that it was Midoriya’s presence making you like that.

“It’s just… you know,” your eyes fluttered between him and Midoriya. “A bit embarrassing but I’m happy. Thank you, Katsuki.”

It unsettled Midoriya when Bakugo smiled down at you, his words being next. “Anything for you, babe.”

Bakugo resumed licking and sucking on your nipples before traveling north to your collarbones and neck and then your lips. Midoriya was still stuck on what Bakugo said earlier. His words were almost like he was doing this all for you. Midoriya shouldn’t have expected anything but it hurt to know Bakugo’s true intentions. Bakugo wasn’t enjoying his presence. You were.

Regardless, Midoriya continued to watch because he was going to sink in as much as he could in his memory, from Bakugo’s face all the way down to his ass.

Midoriya slowly unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his zipper and slightly slid off his pants and boxers, his dick flinging up, already hard with precum leaking from its tip. You two weren’t even fucking and he was already this hard. He stroked around the head first, smearing the precum around it before he began slowly moving his hand up and down his shaft.

“Nnaah…!” He then jerked his head up when he heard a squeal from you and saw that Bakugo was fingering you, using one of his hands to keep him propped above your body while he had the fingers of his other hand deep in your cunt, pumping three digits in and out of you. Midoriya could hear the sound of your wetness squelching and swishing against the speed of his probing fingers. Each thrust had you trembling, gasping, your legs lifting in the air and widening. Bakugo was smirking, watching in pride as his fingers wrecked your abused hole.

Midoriya whined lowly, jerking his hips into his hand but not too harshly to where you two would take notice of him touching himself. Even though you told him it was okay to do so, he still found it embarrassing to be in this position. He wanted to be invisible despite you and Bakugo knowing he was there.

“Aah—Kat—Katsu—A-Aaah…!” Midoriya assumed you came because he saw your eyes rolling back and your entire body shuddering to the waves that traveled throughout your pelvis. Bakugo continued pumping his fingers even a little bit after your orgasm but he soon pulled them out and you opened your mouth when he brought his fingers coated in your slick close to your lips. You accepted them with a hum, your own flavor spreading amongst your taste buds as your tongue curled around his digits. He was pumping them softly in your mouth and Midoriya couldn’t help but imagine himself in your position although with his mouth full of Bakugo’s cock.

At this point, Midoriya didn’t care that he completely replaced you with himself in his mind. He was already delirious with pleasure that none of what he was doing seemed wrong anymore. He had a single goal in his mind and it was to get himself off to Bakugo.

He watched how Bakugo pulled you closer by your hips, a single hand on his cock as he stroked the length with its head pressed softly against the moist folds of your vagina.

“Tell me you want it, baby,” you shivered, feeling the head of his cock push around your entrance teasingly. You whined about the same time as Midoriya.

“You know I want it,” you clawed your thighs and rolled your hips. “Don’t tease me, Katsuki… not in front of him.”

“You know how it is. You want it, you beg for it, even in front of him.”

You bit your lip, glancing at Midoriya who was stroking his length, mouth parted, and freckled cheeks red. You let out a soft moan when you felt Bakugo pushing in, stopping when the tip was fully embedded in you.

“Come on,” he grunted, his nails digging into your hips when he grabbed them. “Tell me all about how much you want me to fuck you.”

You looked into his eyes, pleading, yet you knew all this teasing was making you even wetter. You had no choice but to give in to his demands.

“Please, Katsuki… ahn… I need you to fuck me—I can’t bear it anymore…”

“Yeah…? How bad do you want it?”

“So bad…”

“This bad?” He slammed the rest of his length in you and it made your back arch. He gave you a few more hard thrusts before he suddenly stopped. You whined loudly. Midoriya increased his stroke speed.

“Yes…!” You cried, fisting the sheets around you.

“Yeah?”

“Yes!!”

“Scream it!”

“Yes! Katsuki!” Your voice cracked.

“Louder!!” A slap came to your thigh.

“Yes!!! Yes!! Yes!! Yes!! Fuck me, Katsuuukii…!! Fuck—Yes—uhnnahh—aah—yes!!” The first ‘yes’ you screamed at the top of your lungs was enough to have Bakugo roughly fucking you into his bed and the rest of it was just praise. Midoriya swore his bed was moving with him, rocking back and forth to the speed of his own thrusts. His hips clapped against yours like thunder, making your flesh jiggle to the abuse, something that Midoriya thought looked painful at first but saw that your expression was far from it. You looked delirious, drowning in pleasure, heat, and desire, like every one of his fucks was driving you insane yet you wanted more of it. You craved for it, sang for it, cried for it. Those tears rolling down your cheeks was because of the overwhelming feeling within your core, and how Bakugo’s dick was hitting all the right places every single time and never once losing his rhythm.

Midoriya was moaning right with you, not even trying to hold them back anymore but he kept his moans of Bakugo’s name under his breath. He imagined Bakugo thrusting into him in that same speed, and although he has no clue how it would feel, he imagined it would feel just like what he’s feeling now, pleasure.

You squealed when Bakugo scooped you up in his arms and changed positions. He sat down at the edge of the bed and positioned you on his hips with his dick still fully sunken in. Your back was facing Midoriya and your body covered most of Bakugo but if Bakugo were to rest his head on your shoulder, Midoriya would see his face. And that’s exactly what he did.

Midoriya gulped when he saw those red eyes on him. Finally, after all this time, Bakugo acknowledged Midoriya’s presence and he hasn’t since he glared at him after Midoriya said yes to this entire affair. He was kissing you on your shoulder, very light kisses as if any harder would’ve break you into pieces yet the contrast of how rough you were slamming your hips on him proved that you were no fragile being.

Midoriya couldn’t read the look in Bakugo’s eyes, nor did he want to in fears that all it would be was a cruel taunt again. He was just happy that Bakugo was looking at him, just the simple fact that his mind was off you and on him, even if it was for all the wrong reasons. Midoriya looked into his eyes while touching himself, pretending he could see some softness in them. He felt himself getting closer to the edge, gasping, moaning, jerking his hips forward. You had just moaned Bakugo’s name and he could’ve sworn he was the one who had said it.

In his eyes, he was the one on top of Bakugo, grinding on him, feeling his dick pulsing within him as he looked into his crimson eyes and would see the lust in them. Yes. That was probably the look that he wanted to see in Bakugo’s eyes. A look that said he wanted him.

“Aa… Aaah… Katsu…”

As soon as Bakugo’s eyes returned to you, Midoriya felt sorrow. He watched as Bakugo kissed you, his eyes brightened as he gazed into your face. “Fuck, you’re beautiful…”

You smiled lightly when he said that, replying with your moans and more aggressive hip slamming. You were feeling the pleasure rise like heat bottled up in a container ready to be unleash and every fuck was landing you closer and closer until you felt something snap within you, and that pleasure came out in waves upon waves, trembling your body from within until it traveled out into your arms, legs, and hips. It was as if, to Midoriya, you became possessed by something and he had no doubt in his mind that he would be seeing the whites of your eyes if you were facing him.

“That’s my girl… sexy…” he spoke with husk, rich in lust that sent even more shivers down your spine. He looked in your eyes all cloyingly, it had Midoriya seeing envy, yet that entire moment still made him meet his own pleasurable end, and not because of the display of your orgasm but because Bakugo continued thrusting up into you regardless. Midoriya couldn’t stop the stutter of his hips as his cum shot out of him, landing on parts of his shirt and pants.

What he did not realize was during his orgasm he had mewled out Bakugo’s name. So, when he was done looking at the cum on his shirt, he looked at the two of you and nearly froze. You were both looking at him.

“What you calling my name for, Deku?” Bakugo sneered. Midoriya gulped. He looked at you and saw that your eyes were wide and mouth agape. It was possible that Bakugo didn’t tell you that Midoriya was getting off to him and not you. It would explain why you looked so surprised when you heard him whining out Bakugo’s name and it looked like Bakugo was feigning innocence on that knowledge. He was pretending to find out the same moment as you.

“A-Ah-Ah-I-I…” Midoriya stumbled on his words. He didn’t know what to say.

“So, you were thinking of Katsuki… makes sense,” you and Bakugo gave each other a look that Midoriya had no idea what it meant but he was practically shaking in his disheveled pants. He wanted to leave already. He felt embarrassed enough as it is.

“How about we change the rules, Deku?” Every time Bakugo said his name, he always put so much emphasis on it, like he wanted him to know he was insulting him. He watched as you slowly lifted yourself off of Bakugo, moaning softly before you sat in the empty space next to him and leaned against him. Bakugo’s cock was still standing tall, coating with slick and your discharge. He was smirking as he looked at Midoriya. Clearly, he was planning something. “I’ll make your day. Finish me off.”

“Eh?” Midoriya blinked and watched how Bakugo gestured to his erect penis.

“Suck me off.”

“S-Suck…” Immediately, Midoriya’s face flushed in a bright red. He couldn’t believe what Bakugo was suggesting. He wanted him to give him a blow job?

You suddenly left Bakugo’s side and prance towards Midoriya. It startled him suddenly seeing a nude body in front of him and you grabbed his hand and led him closer to Bakugo with a smile. “You don’t want to?” You asked innocently yet proceeded to loosen his tie and pull it from his neck. His school collared shirt was next and then his pants that fell to his ankles. It was happening so fast for Midoriya that he was still trying to process what Bakugo wanted him to do.

He found himself leaned down in front of Bakugo with you on his right and a penis in his face.

“Have you ever done this?” Midoriya didn’t answer you but looked down and you smiled lightly, chuckling as you gave Bakugo’s penis a small stroke in your hand. “I’ll teach you.”

Midoriya watched as you slowly submerged Bakugo’s dick in your mouth. He could see the outline of it through your cheeks until your lips nearly reached the base, blonde pubic hair so frizzy it tickled your upper lip. He heard a groan from Bakugo and then saw his hand behind your head, caressing and ruffling your hair with his fingers, praising you for how well you were doing. You bobbed your head only a few times before pulling away. A bridge of saliva between your lips and the head was what connected you. Bakugo’s hand on your head moved down to your cheek and his thumb wiped the saliva off, destroying the bridge.

“It’s easy!” You smiled before returning to sit with Bakugo on the bed and hugged his arm.

“Just hurry the fuck up,” Bakugo grumbled and Midoriya gulped, eyeing his erect penis just inches away from his mouth.

What the hell was happening? At first, you and Bakugo wanted him to watch you two have sex but now they wanted him to suck Bakugo’s dick? Midoriya didn’t know whether to feel happy about all the attention Bakugo is giving him or to feel terrible that probably the only reason why he would allow that was because you probably got off of it.

But Midoriya wanted to feel hopeful. Perhaps Bakugo was harboring similar feelings as him but he was afraid to express them. Besides he already came this far.

Midoriya wrapped his scarred fingers around Bakugo’s cock, stroking it before he sunk his mouth on his length. He would never forget the heated salt with a tinge of sweetness upon his tongue. The taste was burned into his mind and he would never forget Bakugo’s flavor. He heard Bakugo hum and he swore he felt the vibrations all the way to the dick in his mouth. It took a few bobs for Midoriya to grow confident and moved his head as fast as he could, nearly gagging when the head would touch the back of his throat.

Bakugo was breathing through his gritted teeth and you watched in awe at the both of them. Already, you felt the wetness between your legs.

“Filthy fucking Deku,” Bakugo moaned and gripped the front of his hair. The entirety of his forehead was shown as he continued to suck on Bakugo’s cock. “Look at you… on your knees, all over my dick,” Bakugo shook Midoriya’s head by the grip of his hair, “didn’t think you’ll ever get to do this, huh? Sucking the dick of the future number one hero. Next… you’ll be having posters of me up in your room, beating your meat to them…”

Now those words had struck a chord in Midoriya. He immediately left his dick but Bakugo still had a hold of his hair. The next pull had Bakugo’s dick pushing against his cheek and smearing his pre-cum and saliva on his freckles. Bakugo found his green eyes on him looking hard and a shaky smirk that said he was afraid but couldn’t bear to hold back his words.

“What are… you talking about? Shouldn’t you be happy, Kacchan…? Future number two hero getting his dick sucked by the future number one? Then you’ll be the one fantasizing about me.”

You laughed a little too loud and Bakugo let out a growl. He pulled on his hair and Midoriya winced, gritting his teeth. Strangely, he was enjoying every second of this.

“You better watch your damn mouth. We all fucking know who’s gonna be number one!” He suddenly stood up and grabbed Midoriya’s head between his hands. “And it’s not gonna be some fucking nerd sucking on my dick!” He pushed his dick against his lips and forced them to separate for the girth and length that raided his mouth at a speed that had Midoriya shrieking.

Bakugo roughly fucked his face without any remorse. Midoriya clawed at his legs, red scratch marks developed around his thighs. He blinked at the tears hanging around the edge of his eyes. They rolled down his cheeks endlessly as he gagged, grunted, and groaned whenever Bakugo’s dick slammed back into his mouth. It was hard to breathe even through his nose and no matter what Bakugo wouldn’t give him a break. Then he roughly thrusted his hips in and stayed there, the tip of his dick pushing against the back of Midoriya’s throat and he started to whine. Any longer and he would empty his stomach.

“Can’t say much when you’re choking!” Bakugo gave a sadistic smile that sent both shivers down your spine and Midoriya’s. He ripped Midoriya off and he fell on his back coughing, saliva running down from his mouth and mixing with the tears on his cheeks. Bakugo climbed on top of him, knees between Midoriya’s head and without any delay, thrusted his dick back in his mouth. At this point, Midoriya was sure he was going to die. He regretted that sassy remark.

Bakugo fucked his mouth hard, using gravity to slam his hips back down when he lifted them up. Midoriya screamed every time he did it, his screams, of course, muffled because his mouth was full. The force so severe that his head would bounce against the floor.

“Diiiiiiiiiiie!!” His hips moved wildly, his breathing became gravelly, grunts loud as if he was a frightening beast. An alarm was going off in Midoriya’s head. Bakugo was going to cum any second now. He was going to cum… and he would have to swallow it all up. Fear flashed in his eyes because of the unknown. He didn’t know what to expect, but he also didn’t have a choice in the matter. It was coming regardless, and he would have to brace for whatever Bakugo was giving him.

He braced for the next few sloppy thrusts until he felt his dick throb against his tongue and he immediately tasted the bitter, sticky cum go down his throat and the last couple of spurts was to his face, all over his forehead, cheeks, and lips.

Bakugo stoked his penis until none came out and a proud smirk was on his face when he looked at Midoriya and saw what he had done to him. Midoriya’s entire face was dirtied with cum and flushed red, his lips and the area around his lips were even more pigmented because of the abuse it went through. He was trying to catch his breath and his eyes were off to the side, consciously avoiding Bakugo in front of him. He was still contemplating if this was real, leaning towards the side of it not being and suddenly waking up in his bed; safe and sound.

“You’re fucking gross, Deku.” He then heard Bakugo’s comment. He was sneering at his penis that stood tall and hard after all that. Honestly, Midoriya wanted to agree with him.

“That was so hot…” you moaned. Midoriya noticed you were touching yourself. “You should fuck him.” Midoriya looked back at Bakugo. Red eyes stared him down. Was he… Was he considering it…? Oh no. Oh no. no. no. Midoriya couldn’t do this. He already went too far down the hole, any deeper and he would get burned by the earth’s core. He had to leave.

Midoriya rolled himself onto his knees, “I-I should—”

“Hey nerd! You’re a virgin, right?” No. no. no. no. no. Midoriya couldn’t do this to himself. If he leaves here after being thoroughly fucked by his childhood friend—his crush, a person he can’t even have and is probably only doing this because of the amusement of his girlfriend, it would absolutely wreck him. Even if it’s his dream, his fantasy, his desire, he had to fight the urge to spread his legs for him. There was nothing to come from this but heartache and disgust all for a few minutes of imagining Bakugo was fucking him because he loved him.

“I’ll take that silence as a yes.”

Midoriya shook his head as he stood up. He hated the fact that he was hard because it made his next words unbelievable.

“I don’t want to.”

Katsuki glared at him. You began to pout.

“Why the fuck not? Weren’t you liking this? You’re saying that, but your dick is saying something else.”

“Doesn’t matter, Kacchan. I don’t want to do this. You guys had your fun. I was just supposed to watch anyway.”

“I thought you liked me—watching me fuck my own girlfriend and screaming my name when you’re cumming. Isn’t this your chance to finally have me?” This wasn’t having him, and he knew that.

“Please, Midoriya. This is the last thing and then you can go home.” Midoriya couldn’t believe you were begging him. He gave you a look of disbelief. You were actually that desperate to see your boyfriend fuck another man, not even caring if said man gets emotionally damage because of it. Midoriya knew he had all the power in this situation.

Which is why he would probably hate himself even more for doing this.

Midoriya marched in front of Bakugo, looking up into his red eyes. He gave a firm, “fine,” and then Bakugo smirked, hands reaching forward to stroke his erect penis but Midoriya stopped him. “But I don’t want you to fuck me. I want you to make love to me.”

Immediately, that smirk dropped and Midoriya continued to speak as he looked away from him. “Make love to me… treat me like a lover… that’s all I want, Kacchan.” His name felt heavy in his mouth. He was practically admitting his feelings for him and it was making him sick to his stomach. He wished it was a different time, a different place, perhaps, even a different universe. Somewhere in a weird timeline where you didn’t exist, and he was with Bakugo. It’s not like he hated you but… he just really wished he was in your position.

Bakugo looked genuinely surprised. His eyes wide and his mouth stayed in that usual “O” shape whenever he was baffled. He looked to you for an answer and you shrugged.

“It’s whatever you want,” you said, before a smile grew on your face.

Bakugo turned back to Midoriya, giving him a small look Midoriya couldn’t read before muttering, “fine.”

And then he found Bakugo’s large hand wrapped around his length. His cheeks grew hot and his first reaction was to step back but Bakugo easily closed the gap by swiftly claiming his lips. A ‘mmhp!’ leaving Midoriya after.

But as quick as he was surprised was as quick as he melted against his body. Midoriya grabbed onto his muscular arm and kissed him back, shutting his eyes, pushing and moving his lips against his as he felt Bakugo stroke his cock. Noses bumping into each other and pressed against each other’s cheeks. Humming at how sweet it felt to finally have his lips. Perhaps he should have never agreed because now it would be hard to live without this.

But gosh, he wanted this for so long. In his dreams, in his imaginative world—he wanted this.

Soon, Midoriya’s feet lifted off the ground, his legs wrapped around Bakugo’s waist and large hands cupped his ass. Bakugo easily carried him to his bed and he laid him down and climbed on top of him, lips still locked, hands roaming over mountains of muscles.

You laid down next to Midoriya for a better view, licking your lips as you looked between Midoriya and Bakugo. You soon reached for the drawer next to the bed and pulled out a bottle and a rectangular box. You left the bottle near Bakugo, but you kept the box close to you.

Bakugo lifted his upper half and Midoriya stared up at him with his forever blush and hazy eyes. His eyes wandered around his chest and shoulders, watching his muscles contract and expand when he reached for the bottle. He couldn’t believe this was happening. It was surreal seeing Bakugo on top of him as he spread his legs for him, how he fit perfectly between them—more perfectly than between yours—he wanted to imagine.

“Kacchan, I… I never did this before,” Midoriya whispered.

Bakugo scoffed, “I know, nerd.” He then opened the bottle and started coating his fingers with lube and tossed the bottle on the bed.

“Widen your legs,” Bakugo told him and he complied. Midoriya was already quite flexible from all the training exercises, squats, and stretches he does. It was nothing too difficult for him physically but emotionally, it was different. There was still something in the back of his mind telling him to run, to call everything off, put on his clothes, and high tail it out of there. But his horniness was strong, and it was telling him to lay there, hold his legs open, and get thoroughly fucked. Gosh, he thought he was smarter than this.

“You’ll love it.” Midoriya heard you say. He wished you would stay quiet.

He then felt something rimming his asshole and soon realized it was Bakugo’s fingers. One digit slipped in and all Midoriya felt was discomfort. You saw it in his eyebrows that knitted together and his hold on the pillow tightened. It felt like Bakugo’s fingers were searching for something, probing in different directions.

“You’re fucking tight,” Bakugo commented breathlessly.

He wondered how he must’ve look to him—Legs spread, cock erect and dripping from the tip, his hole turning red from his probing, lips parted for his uneven breath still red from the abuse it suffered from his cock. He wondered if how he looked was getting Bakugo off. If it was him or the fact that you were stroking his dick—once again, you were getting in the way.

“Mmpm…!” Midoriya bit his lip, suppressing a moan when he felt his insides spread for two more digits. He fisted the sheets under him because of the throbbing pain as Bakugo’s fingers moved in and out of him in a slow, steady pace. It didn’t feel good at all, but strangely he wanted to stay, thinking that any moment now pleasure would spring up.

And it did, around his shaft when Bakugo grasped his length, thumb rubbing at the head, fingers of his other hand still pumping in his hole. It was a whole lot of nothing but at least Bakugo’s hands on his dick felt good.

It wasn’t long until Bakugo’s fingers abandoned his hole and Midoriya watched as he coated his dick with lube.

“Kacchan…” he wasn’t sure why he spoke his name, but it made Bakugo look at him. Surely, by the look in his eyes, it meant that he wanted him, right? Or was it just his carnal instincts begging to find some release that he would accept any hole presented in front of him? He didn’t know. And the pent-up pleasure he felt within him made him not care anymore. His head felt fuzzy from the accumulating heat in his body. He was hot to the touch, and he bet Bakugo could feel it under his fingertips when he grabbed his hips tightly, fingerprints indented his skin.

The first thing he heard was him releasing a gasp and he saw him gritting his teeth. The second thing, he felt something nudging by his hole—something that was a much greater size than his entrance. He questioned if it would fit. A question he’s heard from so many scenarios in porn or accidental eavesdropping that he didn’t quite understand until he had experienced it. Would it fit?

He froze in anticipation. Any doubt that was creeping in the back of his mind was too late to convince him. He was here to see this to the end.

“A-Aah…!” P-Pain! Midoriya slapped his hands over his mouth, alarmed at his voice for reaching such an abnormal height. And he couldn’t muffle the next when Bakugo thrusted his hips forward, his toes curled tightly in the air, eyes blurred with tears from the pain. His mind immediately blanked as all he could focus on was the feeling of Bakugo moving in and out of him—and that stabbing pain, like his insides were being torn from Bakugo’s length and girth.

“Didn’t know you had a voice in you, Deku...” Midoriya heard his growl in his ear when Bakugo moved completely on top of him, his hips shifted up and his dick was being pressed between his and Bakugo’s abs, indirectly stroked every time Bakugo bucked his hips.

“Still fucking tight... even after all those fingers fucking you.”

Maybe he shouldn’t have agreed to this, but it was much too late.

He wanted to tell him to slow down but his dick angled in a way that hit his prostrate and an explosion of pleasure overwhelmed the pain, blow after blow had made him lost his mind.

“Aah! Hah… W-Wai..t… Kaccha—ahn!” Fuck, it was good—so so so good. He was clawing at his shoulders, splitting his skin and drawing blood. He heard his butt cheeks singing to his thrusts, a sound that echoed in his ears and heart, and matched with his loose moans and pants—he sounded so unfamiliar, so loud, he was surprised Bakugo wasn’t telling him to shut up.

Maybe he liked it.

He wanted to believe that was the case.

Bakugo’s room was quiet. At least it was to Midoriya. For the first time today, he forgotten your existence. He didn’t notice how you were watching them with hazy eyes or how you were fucking yourself with a dildo. The sounds of your moans were being drowned by the watchful vermillion eyes hovering above him and immense pleasure of his lower half. He couldn’t tear his emerald irises away from the blaring red. A hue he knew all his life.

“Ahn… Please…”

“Heh… you begging me?” Bakugo’s head dip and his lips brushed against his earlobe. His husky voice ran shivers throughout his body.

“Please…”

“Say my name, you know which one.” Bakugo grabbed his chin. “Tell me what you want.”

“Ka—cchan…”

Bakugo growled, and bucked his hips harshly, the deepest moan escaped Midoriya. “Tell me.”

“Kacchan… please… I—I…” Midoriya blushed, “More… I need more…”

That dark chuckle from Bakugo had made Midoriya’s heart flutter and when he began rocking his hips, Midoriya held on to him like his life depended on it. The bed shifted with their moving bodies, squeaking under the weight of two men making love. Moans and groans left their lips, evidence of their pleasure that could not be contained. Midoriya couldn’t believe he was making Bakugo sound this way. He was relieved that he felt good—that he was making Bakugo look as if this was the greatest feeling in the world. He was giving that to him.

Midoriya wrapped his legs around Bakugo, driving Bakugo deeper in his ass, drawing another deep moan from him.

“Kacchan… Kacchan… Ahn… M-More…” He felt Bakugo’s lips on his neck, wet with warm nibbles on his skin, no doubt leaving behind red blemishes. Bakugo was moving freely in and out of him now, the lube making it easier and easier the faster he went.

Midoriya didn’t hide his disappointment when Bakugo suddenly sat up and made his legs unravel around him, but it quickly left when he continuously thrusted into him with one hand on his hip and the other wrapped around his cock. Bakugo was working to get him off. He could tell by how his frequent moans were and the creases between his blond brows that he was almost close. He looked exactly how he looked when he came inside you that day in the classroom. Such a handsome face despite how scrunched up his expression was. He imagined many nights about that look and here he had a front row view, better yet, he was the one causing it.

“Oh… I-I’m cumming…!” Midoriya’s cum was already spurting from his cock before he let out those words. His back arched off the bed and Bakugo’s name spewed from him like it was the one word he knew how to say. Eyes rolling as Bakugo continue to slam into his prostrate. His body spasmed like the earth was quaking under him. The bed’s springs creaked from the force.

“D-Deku…” Bakugo gritted his teeth, his fingertips pressed into his hips until his skin bruised red. His pace was brutal, his grunts aggressively getting louder and louder until finally he spilled his seed in Midoriya.

Midoriya felt himself become full to the brim. It was an entirely new feeling that rushed through his nerves like he was lying upon the sand and a pleasant wave had washed his body and receded. He felt light as if he was floating in the air, yet his limbs felt heavy like he had just finished training. Everything sounded meshed together, a jumble of words and moans from who he could not pin a name to at the moment. He didn’t even realize his eyes were closed until he opened them and saw you and Bakugo beside him, Bakugo pumping a vibrating dildo in your hole and you shuddering in orgasm.

It was at that moment when he felt himself growing cold and the realization of what just happened hit him like a bucket of ice water.

He watched as you two collapsed together, enveloping in each other’s arms. Tired, Bakugo kissed you softly on your lips and he heard you give a small thanks before telling him you loved him.

And Midoriya’s heart sunk when he heard Bakugo say it back. It was like you two were in your own little world, snuggling together with body heat as if Midoriya wasn’t present.

Midoriya knew he made a grave mistake.

All of his logic came back to him once the veil of pleasure was lifted and embarrassment, sadness, guilt, and maybe even a bit of anger came over him. He was a fool to think there was something more to this—he was a fool to even agree to this. What did he expect when he came between two people already in love, there was no more love left to give—especially to him. To Bakugo, Midoriya wasn’t a childhood friend. He was just someone he knew as a child.

And Midoriya could never be that person you are to him.

Midoriya rolled himself off the bed. He felt the throbbing tenderness of his backside. He knew soreness would come to him in the morning. He quickly gathered his clothes from the ground, put them on, and left. Neither you or Bakugo gave him a single glance.

He had never rushed home so fast before. He was home in minutes, rushing up the apartment stairs, unlocking his door and escaping to his room. His concerned mother watched him run to his room and asked him what was wrong. Of course, she received no answer in return. He couldn’t bear to show his face to her right now.

He sat on his bed, surrounded by the images and figurines of his idol, All Might. Every single one of them staring at him like they knew what he just did, judging him just like they did whenever he would masturbate to Bakugo. He felt sick being surrounded by them, the very image of All Might reminding him of the past he shared with the one he loved. A love that he would never obtain.

Midoriya hunched forward, arms wrapped over his stomach. He felt nausea settling in, his bowels growled as they churned, and a dull pain appeared. Midoriya rushed himself to the bathroom and immediately went to the toilet. As soon as he sat, all of Bakugo’s cum that had shot up into him came back out. He felt sick—utterly sick.

“Izuku, are you alright?” His mother lightly tapped on the door. Midoriya gasped, but he knew she wouldn’t come in.

“I… um—yeah,” he felt his throat closing up. He swallowed the pit deep within it, wishing he could swallow the tears building in his eyes. “I think I ate something bad…”

“Oh no, I’ll fix something up to soothe your stomach, okay?”

He heard her walk away. He hoped his voice didn’t sound hoarse from all the moaning and now the crying. He couldn’t shake the tears away as they trickled down to his lap. Regret would’ve been the word to describe how Midoriya was feeling and that was the least emotion he wanted to feel. He knew what he agreed to, but within him, there was a very very small hope that, perhaps, Bakugo did feel what he felt—that there was more between them than childhood friends or heroes-to-be.

But what happened in Bakugo’s house just solidify that it was nothing more than his imagination. To just leave him after taking his virginity and pretend he was no longer in the room made it clear that he was playing with his emotions just for the sake of pleasing his girlfriend. And as much as he wanted to be angry at him, he couldn’t. That anger was directed at himself for falling for it—for feeding into his desires. The smartest thing to do was forget this ever happened and focus on becoming the hero he wanted to be. It was what he knew best, obsessing over heroes not love.

Within his hand, he felt a buzz. It came from his phone that he forgot he brought with him.

There were a few missed texts over the hours. Some from Todoroki, Iida and Ochako. But the one that caught Midoriya’s attention was the recent text from Bakugo. That pit in his throat reappeared and no matter how many times he swallowed, it wouldn’t go away. He started feeling sick again—just as another pile of cum dropped into the toilet—but it was all for a different reason.

lmk if you want to join again

Those words burned into his skull. He squeezed the phone in his hands until it trembled. He couldn’t believe he was hesitating right now. Another chance…

“Fuck…”

He slowly typed his reply and sent it. He heard the toilet bowl make another splash.

ok

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Hey em!! I have a smutty request if ur comfortable with this, reader n Tom is in bed cuddling but it's just so cold so they do cockwarming n they are naked wrapped in a veryy thick n fluffy blanket n while he's in her he's playing with readers boobs. 😅😅 You don't have to if ur uncomfortable feel free to ignore this.

it’s smutty sunday, my dudes

1. i love how polite this was thank u

2. i’m totally not above writing this bc it is...really hot. and i’m pathetic. here we go.

smut below the cut! 18+ only please :)

me writing this ^

“hey, blanket hog, give me some of the covers back!”

“no! i’m cold!”

tom tried to pull you out of your blanket burrito but failed miserably. “just let me innnn!”

“no! i’m too cozy!”

you were both still naked from the night before—you hadn’t even gotten out of bed yet this morning. tom was getting colder and lonelier by the minute, especially because he selfishly just wanted to feel your body on his again.

then, he had a lightbulb moment.

“aaah, a bug!” he yelled, making you squeal and flail around, undoing the cocoon you were in. he took the opportunity to take back the blankets, ending up under them with you lying on top of him, smacking him around as you connected the dots that it was simply a diversion to get under the covers.

“tom! why. would. you. do. that!!!”

he laughed and reached his head up to press little kisses all down your neck, making you quickly forget why you were angry. you snuggled into him in the covers, trying to heat up again.

“happy now?” you asked, kissing him on the lips after getting settled in.

“still a little cold...” he said, fingers trailing slowly down the sides of your back until they rested on your butt, squeezing hard and smacking your skin. you wriggled around on him some more and felt him getting hard beneath your stomach, taking the hint.

“and what do you suggest we do about that?” you teased.

“hmm...” he slipped his hand down further, feeling you already slick between your thighs just at feeling him twitch under you, and toyed with your clit, the message loud and clear now. “warm me up, darling?”

you grinned and spread your legs apart to straddle him, slowly grinding your hips back and forth, spreading your wetness over the length of his cock. his lips fell more and more open and his breath hitched in his throat as you easily lined him up to let him shove himself inside you, much harder than you were expecting.

“tom...fuck-”

he closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip forcefully to keep from naturally continuing to thrust in and out of you, wanting more than anything to just rail you into oblivion. but he had made a commitment, and there was nothing more he loved than watching you fall apart over him.

you tried to move yourself around, the pressure of him all the way inside you making your whole body tense, but he pressed his hands firmly into your waist and held you down.

“nope. no moving.”

you pouted at him, needing more than anything to feel some sort of movement, to alight every one of your nerves again.

“tommy, please...i need you,” you whined, moving your face down to his and nibbling on his ear, trying to get him to relent. but he was better than you thought.

“darling, you make one more attempt to get me to fuck you right now and i’ll go take a cold shower this instant.” the look in his darkened eyes told you he wasn’t kidding.

tom moved his hands from your waist to your boobs, kneading them in his fingers, the stillness of your hips on his making your legs quiver around him. he saw your frustrated expression and basically growled into your ear.

“such a desperate little thing for me, aren’t you?”

you buried your head into his neck, humming in resignation. “mhm.”

“you just wanna feel my cock move inside you, yeah?”

you made another annoyed moan at him, looking at him with a doe-like stare. he purposefully shifted underneath you, knowing the slight change of angle would drive you crazy.

“i’d do anything to make you fuck me right now,” you purred, giving your last best effort to get him to break.

he made a resentful grunt at you as you won him over, using his strong arms to hoist you all the way up off of him and forcefully driving your body back down onto his rock hard length, making you moan out loud in satisfied bliss as he finally gave you what you wanted.

“you’re too good, y’know that?” he mumbled as his eyes were fixated on the point where your bodies met, transfixed at how you move.

“i can’t help it...” you trailed off, leaning your head back and closing your eyes, bouncing on him with your hands pressed to his abs.

“you look so good on my dick, baby girl.” his inhales and exhales were picking up speed as you pushed him closer to the edge, and you could see on his face exactly what you were doing to him.

“cum for me, tommy,” you breathed out, tom grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you down to kiss him, sloppily shoving his tongue in your mouth and savoring how you tasted.

“fff-fuck-” he gave one last thrust upward and let go, his warmth filling you up as you rode him through your own orgasm. 

you laid back down onto his chest, your bodies sticking together with sweat.

“are you warmer now?” you giggled, feeling him laugh through his chest.

“for now, yeah,” he said, resting his tired hands on your back. “but i think i might get cold again soon.”

[razorblade180-heated]

Yoimiya and Kazuha fluffy smut to celebrate you gettin her 😏

Festive reunion

[Warning, it’s smut, duh…]

Speechless, it was never a word in Yoimiya’s vocabulary. It also was the last word anyone would use to describe her. On a normal day she was the chatter box of any conversation bringing zest and joy to any topic. However, today was a bit different. The hot blooded extrovert was had prepared herself to meet tons of new people now that she had been summoned to fight alongside Aether and his companions. Yoimiya had failed to realize one of them was Kazuha. It wasn’t like she forgot him. Far from it. There wasn’t a day since his departure that Yoimiya didn’t think about him and his flowery words that contrasted yet complimented her straight forward thinking. Looks like the feelings were mutual, because the wandering samurai was showing a more direct side of himself she’d never seen. With her hand in his, Kazuha led her to his temporary home inside a magical teapot.

Yoimiya couldn’t help but blush. She had only just showed up! Not only that, but he had gotten permission to perform the wishing by himself, creating this alone time. What are the chances the others knew his intentions to begin with? Oh her poor heart couldn’t handle that level of embarrassment!

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“H-Huh? What’s up?”

“Your face, it’s bright red.”

Yeah no kidding! Anyone’s would be in this situation. Being swept into romance moments after showing up somewhere was a lot to process for her.

“I’m fine. Hehe Just a little hot outside and you know…stuff.” She smiled sheepishly, fidgeting a bit.

Kazuha gave his own gentle smile as he blushed lightly. “Guess I’m going a little fast huh? Sorry, we take things slo-”

“No! Uhh I mean…it’s okay, really. Actually I’m extremely flattered. I just never expected this as my welcome present. I was expecting more of a meet and greet.” She giggled, “but…this is nice too. Now I don’t have to wonder if you missed me.”

“Days didn’t feel nearly as bright without you.”

Great. Her face might as be as red as her vision. Her heart fluttered each step they took until they finally walked into the modest home Kazuha made form himself. It was obvious he had found interest in Liyue aesthetic, except a fireplace in the living room that felt slightly out of place, yet cozy nonetheless.

Yoimiya turned around to close the door behind her. The sudden feeling of Kazuha’s arms wrapping around her waist gave her a jolt. The young man held her close and Yoimiya could feel the heat from his face tickle her back as he pressed his head against it.

“Forgive me, but it’s hard to control myself. It’s…been quite some time, hasn’t it?

“Yeah, it has.” She could feel his lips kiss her nape, grazing her neck and nipping on pale flesh until a red mark was left behind. Yoimiya closed her eyes and exposed more of her neck for him to have, gasping from contact. She leaned forward slightly, pushing her butt against his pelvis for friction. Her left breast was soon claimed right after, his fingers slipping through the bindings.

“Mmmm Kazuha~” Another moan escaped her when Kazuha’s other hand made its way under her yukata, making short work of those bindings as well. The flustered pyro bit her lip when she felt two digits slip inside. Yoimiya braced her arms against the door while she let her lover take control.

Kazuha could feel her grip around his fingers and he ran them over her most sensitive spots. “To think you’re already this wet?”

“I missed you too ya know!?” She blurted out, blushing at her confession. “Please don’t tease me.”

“Bend over more for me.”

Yoimiya did just that. Straight forward Kazuha was something she didn’t know she needed in her life. He removed his fingers from her body and bunched up her clothes. Her face grew hotter feeling the bindings on her fall off her, exposing her body. Fingers gripped her plump rear and the chill of one running down her slit would’ve made her yelp if it wasn’t for what happened next. The heat of Kazuha’s breath.

“Kazuha? What- Aaah!”

He slipped his tongue inside her dripping core, lapping up her essence and getting lost in her scent. Both his hands help support her legs as they trembled from his assault. The sound of her moans only spurred him to completely devour her.

“KAZUHA!!” She yelled, moaning heavily. She could feel his tongue flatten out and swirl around to rake every spot. “I-I said no teasing!” His fingers dug into her damp thighs as he continued to eat her out. Yoimiya’s body instinctively bent over more to allow him deeper reach. Her moans turned to panting. Kazuha wasn’t gonna let her go. The sound of her own arousal and his dramatic slurping noises only turned her on more like he knew it would.

Yoimiya dropped her head and look to the floor. That’s when she caught sight of Kazuha’s position, on his knees and his length already freed. The member was already hard and dripping precum in anticipation. Was it always that big? In a few short moments, that was going to be…just thinking about it made her mind go blank and body tense.

Her first orgasm hit hard, making her scream as Kazuha continued tasting the wave of pleasure that came with her orgasm, until he licked up the majority. Kazuha stood up, wiping his face and catching his breath as he admired the sight of Yoimiya trembling and still bent over. Her skin had gotten redder and a thin layer of sweat had started.

“You’re so gorgeous…”

“Shut up. I don’t wanna hear that while I’m this.” She muttered. Yoimiya felt embarrassed enough to just die! They’ve been intimate before, but knowing Kazuha was seeing her like this was always going to be too much to handle.

“Do you wanna stay like that?”

She nodded, “looking at you right now would be too much.”

Kazuha could see the tips of her ears turn bright red. He wanted to listen, but found himself denying the mercy.

Yoimiya was ready for him to continue until she felt felt his hand on her chest raise her up enough for his face to come over her right shoulder. Yet again the girl was speechless upon staring into his eyes and seeing his playful smirk.

“I missed all of you. That includes your eyes.” Not holding back, Kazuha captured her lips.

Yoimiya felt her heart pound and head go into a haze. She openly invited his mouth to conquer her own. Not like she was really using it right now anyways. The heat of his member pressed against her entrance and with a few hip movements, slipped inside. Yoimiya whimpered from the feeling of being spread open so quickly. Kazuha’s hips begin smacking against her rear. Whimpers turned to yelps between the patient kiss. How long had it been since she felt full? Was Kazuha always this warm? Was his grasp on her this good? All these things made Yoimiya kiss him harder, wanting him to continue this assertiveness.

Kazuha was in no better shape. Distance had only strengthened their yearning. Kazuha added his own gasps and grown into the mix. Yoimiya had a grip on him that made his hips move on their own. The heat and wetness of her core made him ache in the best way. Their lips parted to only paint and whisper sweet nothings as their bodies gave into pleasure.

“Kazu~ more…more~”

“You’re everything when you beg like this.”

“Mmmph~ meanie. I-aahh…want another kiss.”

Kazuha obeyed, giving her what she craved without question. Yoimiya was always cute, but the blush across her face brought it to another level. Kazuha could only be weak to it.

“Yoi, I’m…”

“Me too.” She gasped, reaching the end of her rope. Yoimiya stole another, longer kiss; moaning heavily as she came.

Kazuha could only thrust a few more times before her tightness overwhelmed him. He gave one last thrust, cumming inside her. He pulled from the kiss to let her breathe while he peppered her ear with kisses.

Yoimiya’s entire body shuttered upon feeling his warmth shoot inside. The little nips and pecks Kazuha gave her made her giggle, putting a smile on het face as she continued to catch her breath.

“Kazu, that tickles hehe.”

“Now how am I supposed to stop with you calling me that, Yoi?” He teased, continued his kisses. He slowly lowered both of them down to the floor. Yoimiya held his face and the two were finally face to face properly. He smiled at the girl who smiled back with kind eyes and a pinkish red blush. “Your face is more beautiful than any sunset.”

Yoimiya couldn’t help but avert her gaze briefly before staring back. “It’s dangerous to spoil a girl with talk like that. Especially after what we just did.”

“Heh, I can’t name a moment more perfect to spoil someone than this.” Kazuha kissed her forehead. “I love you. I’m glad you’re here.”

“Glad to be here.” She put her arms over shoulders and around his neck. “More kisses please.” Her heart danced so much Yoimiya thought she was at a fireworks festival. “Let’s love each other here a little longer.”

xxxxx

“Hello everyone, I’m Yoimiya!” She said to her new teammates, placing her hands on her hips and glowing like the sun; her time with Kazuha only adding to her radiance.

Many waved happily upon her entrance, while I few people like Aether, Beidou, and even Hu Tao noticed the marks on Yoimiya’s neck. They looked at Kazuha with a cheeky grin he did his best to ignore, but even laid back samurai couldn’t help but smile sheepishly.

[songsoomin]

Christmas Present (S)

Word count: 2K

Premise: SoftDom!Seonghwa, female reader. Y/N wants to give her boyfriend an extra special present - what he’s been wanting to do for some time

Warnings: Daddy kink, anal sex, oral sex, blowjob, fingering. Smut but soft at the end

Posted 25th December 2020

"Seonghwa." You called from your bedroom.

"Yes, Baby?" Your boyfriend replied from the living room.

"I've been thinking...you're always so good to me. You're so caring and loving - almost the perfect boyfriend."

"Only almost?" He cut you off with a laugh.

"As I was saying," You rolled your eyes though you knew he couldn't see you, "...I want to give you one of your presents early. An extra special one."

"There are still a few days until Christmas, Babe."

"I really think you're going to want this one now." You were excited as you walked out to your boyfriend, slowly making your way around the couch and into view.

As Seonghwa saw what you were dressed in his dark eyes widened in surprise, quickly replaced by desire.

You were in a very short 'Miss Santa' dress which barely covered your behind. It was red velvet with a white fur trim all around the hem line and the low cut, slightly off-the-shoulder collar - the deep v revealing your cleavage enticingly. To finish the look you'd styled your hair into pigtails trimmed with red tinsel and, as a little extra treat for him, you walked in sucking on a red and white peppermint candy cane, letting him see you lick around the tip of it.

"Baby, you look amazing." Seonghwa breathed, looking you up and down hungrily.

"You like it?" The innocence in your voice was in stark contrast to your attire and behaviour but you knew that was exactly how Seonghwa liked it.

His full lips stretched into a smile as his eyes darkened, "Come here and I'll show you how much I like it." he replied, patting his strong thighs to beckon you to sit.

As you straddled his legs, your boyfriend ran his hands up your legs and under the hem of your dress. His large hands cupped your arse, giving it a squeeze.

"Baby you're too good to me." Seonghwa said in his deep, low voice as you began to grind on the very evident bulge in his pants.

"It's you that's too good and because you're such an amazing boyfriend..." you leaned in so your lips were brushing his ear and whispered, "...that I'm going to let you do whatever you want tonight."

"Bedroom. Now."

Seonghwa lifted you off his lap and pulled you into the bedroom you shared faster than you could believe. He was the more dominant in the bedroom but there were a few things he wanted to do that you were a little hesitant to try. He'd never pressured you into anything but you'd thought about it and knew he'd take care of you and you wanted to give him something special for Christmas to show him how much you love him.

"On your knees." He commanded in a low, authoritative voice. A thrill shot straight through to your core whenever he treated you like this. You sank to your knees in front of him, looking up innocently, through your lashes.

Seonghwa unzipped his jeans, never taking his eyes of you, and lowered them and his pants to his ankles. He stood there for a moment, stroking his hard cock up and down as he looked at you like you were his toy to play with.

Your boyfriend took the candy cane that was still between your lips.

"Open up for me, Baby."

You did as commanded without a moments hesitation and Seonghwa's thick cock slipped in.

"Now...suck on Daddy's candy."

You started to lick and suck, all while looking up into his dark eyes with fake innocence.

"Jesus, Baby, your mouth feels so good around my dick."

A startled noise left you as Seonghwa grabbed hold of your pigtails and thrust right to the back of your throat, using them to pull you in as he fucked your warm, wet mouth over and over.

As the whines and soft choking sounds left your mouth you could feel him getting more excited until his hips stuttered and you felt his hot cum hit the back of your throat.

"Fuck, Baby, that was so good." Seonghwa murmured as he pulled out of your mouth. He watched as you wiped some cum from your lips and licked your fingers clean.

"I think my Baby Girl deserves something special, too."

Seonghwa threw you back onto the bed and climbed between your legs, spreading them to reveal the matching fur-trimmed panties you had on.

"Oh, you got yourself all wet sucking Daddy's cock, didn't you?" He said as he ran his fingers over the soaked material. You shivered at just that simple touch - his fingers were so skilled it didn't take much for him to work you up.

Seonghwa grabbed the delicate panties and slid them down you, discarding them carelessly on the floor before diving in between your legs. He teased you first, like usual, kissing the soft skin of your inner thighs and biting it gently.

"Daddy, please..." You begged, winding your fingers through his black hair and trying to pull him closer to your core.

"Naughty girl." he scolded, landing a hard smack on your thigh as he moved to hover above you, "If you're not patient you won't get any presents this year."

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I can be good."

Seonghwa looked down at you, making you wait before roughly pulling the top of your dress down to reveal your breasts. He leaned down and sucked harshly on one nipple while pinching the other. A loud moan left your lips as he played with your hard nipples, his tongue was just as skilled as his hands.

When he felt he'd made you wait long enough, he moved back down between your legs and licked straight up your folds before spreading them with his fingers to attack your clit. He alternated between licking and sucking the sensitive bud and pulling away every so often to bite your soft folds.

The tension was building in your lower abdomen so when two of his long fingers slipped into your tight, wet hole it was more than you could bear. The release crashed over you, making you cry out loud as the pleasure took over.

"Daddy - aaah! Daddy...too much." Seonghwa resisted your attempts to push him away from your cunt, forcing you into overstimulation. He stopped when your legs started to tremble uncontrollably.

"You did so well, Baby Girl." He praised, leaning down to kiss you so you could taste yourself on his tongue.

You laid there recovering from your intense high while Seonghwa kissed your neck, slowly moving back down to your breasts.

"We're not done yet." You opened your eyes to see him kneeling between your legs with a dark look on his face. "You did say I could do whatever I wanted."

You smiled at him and he beckoned you to sit up.

"Turn around for me, Baby."

"You'll be gentle, won't you?"

"Of course, Baby. I'd never hurt you - you know that."

You did know that but you were still a little apprehensive as you'd never fulfilled this one wish of his before.

Seonghwa pulled your back flush against his chest and started squeezing your breasts as he kissed the side of your neck, sucking just hard enough to leave marks that you knew he'd be admiring in the morning.

Slowly one of his hands travelled down towards your wet cunt, slipping his fingers in to collect your cum from moments ago. Glistening with your juices his fingers moved to the back and probed at the tight ring of muscle there.

You moaned as he slipped in one finger first, followed by another, stretching you out in preparation for something much bigger. To take your mind off the unfamiliar stretch, Seonghwa brought his other hand down to play with your clit again. You were still quite sensitive but it felt amazing to be touched like that while he continued to stretch you out.

"I'm coming in now, Baby." He whispered in your ear. You also heard the sound of the bottle of lube being uncapped. He continued to stretch you as he stroked his cock, generously covering himself with lube.

"I'll be as gentle as I can but tell me if it gets too much, okay?"

"Yes, Daddy."

Seonghwa groaned in your ear, "You best stop calling me that, Baby, or else I won't be able to be as gentle as I need to be."

You smiled knowing that was his favourite name. He often lost control when you called him that so you usually saved it for when you wanted him to be a little rougher with you.

Slowly he started to push into your tight hole and you gasped at the new feeling. Seonghwa stopped immediately.

"You okay, Baby?"

"Yeah," you breathed, "just give me a moment to get used to it. I've never had anything this big back there before."

When you felt more comfortable you gave him the go ahead and he pushed in furthe. You could tell he was being as gentle as possible but that it was very hard for him to do so. He'd told you before that this was the best feeling as it was so much tighter. He bottomed out and stayed as still as he could to let you adjust, holding you tightly against him as he struggled not to start thrusting into you.

"Seonghwa?"

"Yes, Baby?"

"I'm ready."

He let out the breath he'd been holding and pulled almost all the way out before slowly thrusting back in. He continued at this slow pace, waiting for you to let him know when he could speed up.

It didn't take long for the discomfort to become pleasure - so different to anything else you'd felt before. Once it no longer stung it felt exquisite to have his thick cock sliding in and out of you but it still felt naughty in a way. You mused over how Seonghwa had really corrupted you from the innocent girl you used to be.

"Daddy?"

"Oh, God. Please don't."

"It's okay, Daddy. Fuck me harder."

That was all it took for Seonghwa to start thrusting hard and fast into your tight ring of muscle, the wet sounds it created along with your soft moans driving him wild.

"Harder, Daddy."

Seonghwa's grip on your hips became slightly painful as he tried to control himself. You knew his fingers would leave bruises in the morning.

You slipped your hand between your legs and started stroking your clit in fast circles.

"Fuck, Baby. Such a naughty girl."

Your fingers circled faster as Seonghwa's deep grunts brought you closer to another orgasm. You could feel his thrusts grow sloppier as he felt you clenching around his cock.

"Daddy, I'm going to cum."

"Me too, Baby Girl. I'm gonna fill your tight little arse with cum."

Seonghwa's deep voice took you over the edge as he spoke those words into your ear and as you came you threw your free hand back and pulled at his hair. The mix of pain and pleasure was too much for him and you felt hot, thick cum filling your tight hole.

He stayed inside you, kissing your neck gently as you both came down.

He pulled out and went to grab a cloth to clean you both up.

Afterward you laid in his strong arms as he cuddled you.  

"Thank you, Baby. I'm so lucky to have you."

"Merry Christmas, Seonghwa." You smiled as you leaned in to kiss him.

[langdxn]

Careless Whisper!! I need my husband and Careless Whisper! Pwease 🥺

aaah i love this! i’ve been wanting to try out crispy Xavier for so long, so here goes…

WARNING: very graphic details of injuries (gif by langdvn)

“Hello?”

Xavier knew calling out would be futile; the others would be halfway across the camp by now, Bertie would never have escaped Jingles’ clutches and Jingles himself wasn’t likely to release him from this oven when he was the one that put him there in the first place. Nevertheless, he called out.

“Hey!” He cried, slamming his palm against the glass regardless of the stinging waves of heat flushing through his veins. “Hey!”

You’re wasting your breath, he thought to himself. Preserve your strength.

Unfurling his lavender collar and dipping his head beneath its thin veil, another pointless effort at shielding himself from the stifling heat closing in, Xavier felt his nose run cold, liquid pouring freely from his nostril. Raising a hand to wipe his lip, his fingers emerged coated in blood.

“Fuck,” he seethed under his breath, slapping his palm against the glass pane, a translucent barrier between him and freedom. “Fuck!”

Bashing the oven door over and over, his frantic rhythm was interrupted by a familiar sound outside his boiling prison. A lone saxophone blaring from the radio Bertie keeps beside her sink to stave off dinnertime boredom.

George Michael.

“Is this hell? Am I doomed to burn to the sound of Careless Whisper on an infernal loop?”

I feel so unsure, as I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor

“Help me!” He screamed in vain, yanking his hand from the glass with a hiss as blisters swelled at his fingertips. His gaze dropped to the grill beneath him, reluctantly accepting his fate. “I don’t want to die in here.”

As the music dies, something in your eyes

“But you are going to die in here,” a familiar voice rasped over the music, jolting Xavier to look out. Margaret Booth stood calmly at the oven door, arms folded before her.

Calls to mind a silver screen and all its sad goodbyes

“Margaret! You’re here! Please, please help me! Let me out!” Xavier’s sore hands crashed against the glass again. “It’s... it’s so hot.”

“I don’t think so, Mr Plympton.” Margaret seethed behind gritted teeth, lips furled into a snarl. “You see, you’re trying to destroy all my hard work.”

I'm never gonna dance again, guilty feet have got no rhythm

“What?” Xavier’s jaw dropped open, his brows furrowing intently. “Margaret, I’m not trying to do anything! Please, just let me out? We can talk this through!”

Though it's easy to pretend, I know you're not a fool

“You and your friends, you’re only here to bring the forces of Satan into Redwood. This camp is a God-fearing establishment, thanks to me. But you, you and the debauched company you keep, you won’t be leaving here until you meet your God and answer for your sins.”

I should've known better than to cheat a friend

“Margaret, are—are you crazy?!” Xavier wailed weakly, pressing his eyes closed to fend off the searing heat building in the sockets and coursing through his skull. “I’m dying in here, Jingles did this!”

And waste the chance that I've been given

“At least I didn’t have to get my hands dirty,” Margaret hissed through a sinister grin. Xavier forced his eyes open and she was gone.

So I'm never gonna dance again, the way I danced with you

Scanning the room, Xavier pressed his burning hands to the glass. “Margaret, please! Don’t let me die in here!”

Time can never mend, the careless whispers of a good friend

No response came. Xavier’s eyes darted around the dark kitchen, desperate and terrified.

“Margaret, please!” He cried. “I’m so sorry!”

To the heart and mind, ignorance is kind

A tidal wave of pain rushed through his head, forcing his eyes shut again as stifling blisters swelled on his forehead and cheeks.

“I knew you were capable of apologising,” another female voice chimed in, this time less evil but nonetheless livid. His singed hairs stood on end.

There's no comfort in the truth, pain is all you'll find

“Babe... is that...,” Xavier stuttered before opening his eyes to glance at your figure propped up against the oven door, one hand resting on the glass between you. “Is it really you?”

I'm never gonna dance again, guilty feet have got no rhythm

“No, but I’m surprised you have the capacity to imagine me,” you sassed with a quick roll of your eyes. “You probably don’t even remember what colour my eyes are, let alone anything else about me.”

Xavier’s bloodshot eyes blinked away blistering hot tears welling at his lashes. “Wh—why would you say that?”

Though it's easy to pretend, I know you're not a fool

“Because you were far too busy screwing that Duke girl to look twice at your own girlfriend.”

A single searing tear formed in Xavier’s bloodshot eye and dried before it could burst its banks.

I should've known better than to cheat a friend, and waste the chance that I've been given

“Baby... I made a mistake,” he shook his head furiously, his blonde streaks curling tightly on his forehead and melting into the vicious welts as they rose on his skin. His gaze wandered to your hand fixed to the glass, wondering why your fingers weren’t yet curled around the ladle jammed in the door handle to release him. “Please, let me out and I’ll make it up to you! Please!”

So I'm never gonna dance again, the way I danced with you

“Why should I?” You retracted your hand, folding your arms to mirror Margaret’s defensive stance. “It would be so much easier if you died here, that way I’d never catch you screwing that blonde bimbo in our bed again.”

“I—,” Xavier’s head shook in accepted defeat, gazing down at his hands. Flayed skin flaked away from his knuckles, revealing the raw crimson surface beneath.

Tonight the music seems so loud, I wish that we could lose this crowd

“Your skin is peeling, Xav,” you sighed unmoved. “Soon the skin that touched mine will burn away, soon there won’t be any of you left to touch me.”

“I don’t... I don’t know what I saw in her, baby, I don’t—.”

Maybe it's better this way, we’d hurt each other with the things we want to say

“Spare me the last minute defences, please.”

He sighed to himself, drawing his boiling lip between his teeth. “I deserve this.”

We could have been so good together, we could have lived this dance forever

“Amazing,” you scoffed with a wry smirk. “You’ve accepted your imminent death before you’ll even consider apologising to me.”

“Baby I’m sorry!” Xavier pressed his palms against the glass as if reaching out to hold you, his scorching nails slowly tearing away from their beds as he pushed against. “I’m so sorry!”

But now who's gonna dance with me? Please stay

“Too little, too late, Xav,” you shook your head dismissively, walking away with a click of your tongue.

“Where—where are you going?” Xavier inched closer to the door, careful not to touch his cheek to the searing surface.

I'm never gonna dance again, guilty feet have got no rhythm

“There’s a lady out here,” you declared, crouching to the ground to examine the twitching body at your feet. “She’s dying too.”

“Bertie?” Hope burst through Xavier’s voice. “She’s alive?!”

Though it's easy to pretend, I know you're not a fool

“Barely.”

Xavier’s heart sank, dropping to his knees on the oven grating.

I should've known better than to cheat a friend, and waste the chance that I've been given

“She reminds me of your mom,” you sighed, pressing a hand to her blood-soaked hair clinging flat to her head. “Before the alcohol turned her into a monster, of course.”

“She… she’s a good person,” Xavier muttered despondently, distantly aware of the scolding metal burning through his white pants to his kneecaps. “She’s the one that doesn’t deserve this.”

So I'm never gonna dance again, the way I danced with you

You turned to Xavier with a hint of sympathy in your gaze.

“Have you never seen a slasher movie before, Xav?” Pursing your lips, you chuckled under your breath. “The troubled guy always has to fight for his life.”

“But… but how?”

“That’s another trope that might just save you,” you rose to your feet and returned to press your hands at the glass to meet his on the other side. “The good woman always saves a life in her final moments.”

Now that you're gone

“But she’s...”

“She’s slipping in and out of consciousness,” you sighed, curling your lips into a comforting crooked smile. “Make enough noise and you’ll bring her back around.”

“Wh... why are you doing this?” Xavier cried out, visibly in tears which kept evaporating before they coursed down his blistered cheeks. “If I’m so bad, why are you trying to save me?”

Touched by his concern, you leaned your forehead against the oven door.

Now that you're gone

“Because you’re in the middle of a literal horror movie and you deserve a redemption story.”

“Th… thank you,” Xavier smiled, however much it pained him to stretch his swollen and burst lips.

“Don’t thank me, thank Bertie over here,” you sighed gently, gazing over at her body wriggling in agony on the tiled floor.

“Princess,” his fragile, frantic voice shook as he leaned in closer. “When I get out of here, I’m going to change. I’ll be the best boyfriend to you, I’ll take you to see Hall & Oates, I’ll watch Grease with you — you wanted a baby, right? We can have a baby if… if you still want to?”

Now that you're gone

“Xav,” you dismissed him with a shake of your head and a deep sigh. “Just promise me something?”

“Anything, any—anything at all!”

“Think of others before yourself this time. This is your second chance at life, don’t waste it. Be brave.”

Xavier silently confirmed with an understanding nod. You leaned in to press a kiss to the glass, cool to your lips as his skin peeled at the palms against the other side.

“Use your shoulder, Xav, she’ll hear you.”

Was what I did so wrong?

Xavier squeezed his eyes shut, clinging onto the hope in your voice. When they opened again, the vision of you vanished.

“B… Ber… Bertie,” he stuttered weakly, shoving his clothed shoulder into the glass with all the strength he could muster. “Please… please help me!”

With another sharp slam into the door, Xavier looked up to see a bloodied Bertie facing him, one eye fused closed and the other bloodshot.

“Bertie!”

So wrong that you had to leave me alone?

Suddenly, she collapsed in a heap as she unhooked the ladle imprisoning him, springing the oven door open and tumbling Xavier onto the floor beside her.

His agony stepped aside for utter relief as he felt the cool breeze of the kitchen sting his wounded face.

“Be… be brave, she said,” Xavier muttered to himself, sucking in his searing hot cheeks and holding his head up. “Time to be brave. For her.”

[crayonwriting]

Night Changes (Kuroo Tetsurou)

- night changes masterlist

"You know," you smiled at him playfully  "I can tie my own skates." Your boyfriend chuckled, lifting his gaze to you for a moment before going back to the task at hand. 

"Oh, I know that," Kuroo said, smug. "I also know that you like being pampered once in a while, especially by your handsome, perfect boyfriend."

"I wonder where he is, though." You pretended to think, putting a finger to your chin. "All I have here is you." Kuroo put a hand on his chest with a look of mock hurt on his face.

"You wound me, Y/N." You just giggled and stuck your tongue out at him. He tugged on the ribbon of your laces tightly, earning a light smack from you. He just shrugged and pursed his lips. 

"Aww, don't be so butthurt about it. You know I wuv you." You cupped his face in your gloved hands, squishing his cheeks together. You leaned over and gave him a big kiss on his puckered lips. Kuroo visibly blushed but still kept the smug smile on his face. 

“Hmmm. I love you too.” Standing up, he offered you his hand. “C’mon. The ice is waiting!”

—

This had become a tradition between you and Kuroo. During the winter season, you’d spend at least two weekends of the month just to ice skate. On some days, he’d call out his volleyball team to play tag on the ice or even some hockey.

You were the one who had taught him to ice skate. The memory of Kuroo’s tall, lean figure gliding and then immediately crashing down on the ice always made you laugh. You can also recall how tight he gripped your hand but your figure could only anchor so much of his weight, often times you’d go crashing down with him.

But now, after years, he has become a natural. You could now skate side by side without a worry of anyone falling.

“There are more people than usual, don’t you think?” Kuroo asked, fixing the scarf around your neck making sure you were warm. You hummed in response. Tugging on the sleeve of his coat, you peck his cheek in gratitude for the small gesture. Kuroo always looked after you. Small gestures, such as fixing your scarf and tying your shoelaces, were his way of showing his love. 

He held your hand delicately, pulling you along with him as he started to skate around the rink. It only took a minute before you fell in sync with his pace.

—

“You are so dead, Tetsu!”

“‘Gotta catch me first, babe.” He blew a kiss your zooming away. You did your best to catch up to him, avoiding bumping and crashing into the other skaters.

A group of kids were huddled in front of Kuroo making him halt to a stop. Seizing the opportunity, you sped up. With Kuroo distracted, you bumped into his back and clung to him like a koala. He held tightly onto the railings to balance the both of you.

“You’re it, Tetsu.” You teased, sticking your tongue out at him. He held you to his side and kissed the top of your head. 

“Yeah, yeah. You got me.” He slid his hand down your arm and held your hand tightly. “Let’s just stroll for a bit. I just wanna marvel in your presence.

“Don’t say those things, Tetsu.” You say, covering your flushed face.

“What? It’s true?” he kissed the back of your hand. He playfully spun you around. “I’m so lucky to have you, y’know.”

“You’ve been quite the charmer this whole evening, babe.” You giggled then smiled. “I’m lucky to have you too, Tetsu.” Kuroo leaned down and kissed you tenderly on the lips. The contact warmed you up in an instant. 

A silence passed, the both of you just enjoying each other’s company. You were going around in circles when you noticed a pair of skaters spinning together in the middle of the rink. There were caution cones circled around them which only indicated that they were professionals.

You stopped skating and pulled on Kuroo’s hand. You pointed to the couple just as the woman jumped and performed a triple axle. Your boyfriend whistled in amusement. The next stunt they did was something you only saw in movies.

The woman had her back to the man’s chest as they skated figure eights. When they finally had momentum, the man wrapped his arms under the woman’s and lifted her up. The woman momentarily stretched her legs in a split, in midair, then folded them backwards to wrap around the man’s waist.

When they had achieved that position, the man span in tight circles again and again and again until they were just a blur. Your mouth hung open, astonished.

After more furious spinning, they eventually slowed down. The woman landed back on the ice gracefully. A few of your fellow skaters, including yourself, clapped at their short performance.

"What if we did that?"

You snapped your attention to your boyfriend beside you, raising an eyebrow. 

"Are you serious? You asked. He looked at you with one of his mischievous smirks. You shook your head. "No, Tetsu. They're freaking professionals! I can't even do a single axle, let alone a triple."

"But you have me. We can do it together!" He suggested. You scoffed loudly, skating a little bit ahead of him. 

"You're even worst at skating than me." You turned to him when you were a few feet apart. "Besides it's dangerous."

"Playing ice tag is dangerous." Kuroo crossed his arms on his chest. "C'mon it'll be fine. My strong muscles," he flexed his biceps, "Will never let you fall."

You rolled your eyes at him. "Whatever, Tetsu. It's too dangerous, and I'm not gonna risk it."

"Y/N, please?"

"No."

"Please, baby?"

"Tetsu, no."

"I'm gonna just run up to you and lift you in the air."

"Tets—what?!" You shouted towards your boyfriend, who backed up a bit. He stuck his tongue out in full concentration. A beat had passed before he was speeding towards you. You did your best to back away, but with Kuroo'slong strides, he was in front of you in an instant. 

With the adrenaline from his short sprint, he had stretched out his arms towards you. Just as he neared you, bent his knees and put all his energy into his arms. He did his best to lift you up. 

The moment lasted only for half a second before everything turned into a total disaster.

Just as your feet left the ice, Kuroo underestimated balancing you on ice skates. His arms trembled a bit before he felt himself slipping, with you just above him. You tried your best to anchor the both of you when you felt him faltering but this only leads you to landing on your ankle badly, going down with Kuroo. 

He did his best to cushion your fall resulting to him hitting his elbow. Both of you landed in a loud and hard thud on the ice. Those nearby stopped and checked if both of you were okay. A small crowd had formed around you both, as your crash sounded bad. 

Kuroo had sat up, hissing in pain as he used his right arm to right himself. He cradled it against his chest. He looked at you still sprawled on the ice. 

"Y/N?? Are you okay?? Did you hit your head?" He helped you sit up. When you were upright,  a sharp pain shot up from your leg. You leaned forward and felt that your ankle was slightly swollen. You gave Tetsu a pained look to which he returned with a guilty one. 

"I'm sorry!"

—

You and Kuroo were being escorted home on the back of a paramedic ambulance. They offered you both a ride since you couldn't walk and Kuroo couldn't carry you properly.

"Your mom is gonna kill me."

"Hmm." You hummed in agreement. "Not if I kill you first."

Kuroo chuckled humorlessly, pulling up your intertwined hands to his lips. 

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I just wanted to do amazing couple-y things with you." He gulped. "And I wanted to impress you."

You flicked him hard against his forehead. 

"For a nerd, you sure are dumb when it comes to romance."

"Hey!"

"Just being yourself is enough to impress me y'know." You brushed some of his hair away, looking into his eyes. "Hell, your love for Chemistry is what impresses me most, to be honest." You gave him a soft smile. "You don't have to try too hard, Tetsu. I love you just the way you are." 

Kuroo hid behind your joined hands. You could see the tips of his ears flush pink. 

"Don't say those words, chibi-chan. I'm the one who’s supposed to say that!" You giggled at his reaction, leaning over to peck his cheek. 

"You're still not off the hook though. You're now my personal slave until I get better."

"Aaah." He kissed the top of your head. "Best job ever."

—

thanks for reading this short series! if you have time, please give a little love to my Atsumu fic. it’d mean a lot.

[semicielo]

Nsfw Hc's with kageyama? Can you also do first time as well?

:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆ :｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆ :｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡

Kageyama Tobio x Reader ; First Time

Kageyama x Reader

⇢ First time with Sakusa Kiyoomi 《 here 》

Type: headcanons || Genre: fluff-nsfw [!!: unprotect sex, age up characters, dry humping]

★彡like beginning a relationship, Kageyama first time wasn’t planned.

★彡It all started with a make out session.

★彡Kageyama and (y/n) were kissing so much, tongues playing together turning it into a sloppy and really wet kiss. Tobio a messy kisser and (y/n) was into that, despite their lips end up really plum and coated with saliva.

★彡(y/n) hands were running into Tobio’s hard chest, they sit on the boy’s legs to be more comfortable, he has a boner, and was touching (y/n) private part.

★彡their hips stared moving thrusting against Tobio hard dick, it felt good, his dick was rock hard and could sense his length, with the movements from (y/n) hips, he moaned into their mouth between the kissing.

★彡Kageyama change positions, pushing (y/n) against his bed, he was between their legs, roughly touching his coupe thighs, hips, waist to begin touching their chest.

★彡(y/n) could feel Kageyama’s harsh touch, their nipples were erect, they liked but he was being too abrupt “Tobio... be gentle it hurts” ; “I’m s-orr-y” ; “it’s okay, just” they took the mens hands to put them again on their chest and start moving them on a gentle way “this way... it feels nice...”

★彡he touch their chest a little bit, and played with (y/n) nipples, rubbing his thumbs against the erect bottoms.

★彡”can it? Ta-ake y-o-our clothes off?” (y/n) with pink cheeks nods, Tobio first took their bottoms off and then their shirt, he started at them, admiring (y/n) beautiful body “I didn’t imagine we were going to do something... so it not sexy underwear...” ; “you look hot (y/n)!” He almost screamed, he was really nervous.

★彡(y/n) go up just a little, to take off Kageyama’s shirt, they were embarrassed, it was (y/n) first time too, they hasn’t done anything sexual before, Tobio was always the first for them.

★彡Tobio naked abdomen was now on the sight, he was built, (y/n) hug him, their bare chest touching against each other and urged him to lay down together, they took a moment to be tender, the men fingers were caressing (y/n) soft lips touching the fluffy surface, (y/n) was looking at Kageyama’s pretty eyes, they brought her lips closer and crash them with Tobio’s.

★彡the began another smooching session, when the mans hips start moving against (y/n), they could feel the length of Kageyama’s dick rubbing against their sex, it’s feel really good that (y/n) began to moan separating from the kiss.

★彡but Kageyama trying time shut his groans began to kiss (y/n) neck, his mouth was open, against the soft skin, (y/n) smelled good and tasted sweet, he explore their neck with his tongues, sending a tickling feeling on (y/n) body.

★彡his took off his pants too, now he was only wearing boxers, Tobio’s hips continue moving against (y/n), now their hips were grinding too, they felt wet and hot, they both continue thrusting searching for their relieve, he felt close to cum.

★彡he lay down hugging (y/n) body, his hips hitting them, (y/n) was really close too, this felling was good, their arms warped Tobio’s body and hide their face on the mans shoulder

★彡”Tobio~” (y/n) mewl arching their back, they came, and after three thrusts he came too.

★彡they were sweaty and agitated.

★彡”(y/n), do you want to do it?” He asked, after the overwhelming pleasure they touch Tobio’s cheek “I want it...”

★彡he took his and theirs underwear, his dick was coated in semen, and (y/n) was wet too, he didn’t know what to do next.

★彡”so... should I put it in?” ; “I guess... be gentle” he reached to (y/n) face to give them a kiss, now he was running his hand on his dick, looking at (y/n) wet sex.

★彡the open their legs, to give the men more space, he brush his dick against (y/n) entrance, try to put it in but failed, he tried again, this time grabbing (y/n) thighs and lifting their hips.

★彡”it’s going insi-ah-de”

★彡his cook was deep inside (y/n), filling them, they were grabbing the sheets slowly moving their body trying to get used to the new feeling, Tobio’s cock was spreading them, he was static, waiting for (y/n) to tell him move, he was afraid to hurt them, so he was just enjoying the feeling of (y/n) tight walls.

★彡his hands were still on their thighs, caressing and squeezing them.

★彡”move...”

★彡he almost took his dick out to thrust it again into (y/n) sex, “aaah~ be gentle~” he was trying, but felt too good, (y/n) was recovering for the pain, now feeling pleasure.

★彡they moaned, whine, mewl, making those love noises, made Kageyama think he was doing a good job, his balls were hitting (y/n) ass.

★彡 (y/n) felt Kageyama’s pelvis bones hitting their inner thighs, he was being rough, the pleasure was too much and still feeling sensitive from the previous orgasm, they weren’t going to long last.

★彡when Tobio grab their ass up making them closer and deepen his cock in their insides touching new places, (y/n) knew this was the end, their body was shaky, their toes curled and a loud “Tobio ～♥” came from their mouth.

★彡Kageyama felt (y/n) was tightly wrapping his cock, he was sloppy pounding them, with the feeling of him cumming soon, he squeezed (y/n) ass, moving their body too, increasing the friction of their bodies together.

★彡”I’m go-nna c-um”

★彡with the hearing of (y/n) whines and the wet sound of their sexs hitting Kageyama cums deep inside (y/n) painting their walls with withe, emptying him, Kageyama moved his hips circularly.

★彡when Kageyama took out his dick he could see how semen was dripping out of (y/n).

★彡”I-I came inside of you, s-orry” ; “it’s okay Tobio, we will worry about that later, now, help me get up? We need to clean”

★彡he took their hand to help them, (y/n) legs were a bit shaky, so Kageyama wrap his arm on (y/n) waist yo help them walk.

★彡their fist time, Kageyama kiss their forehead “I love you” ; “aaw I love you too Tobio~”

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[ I Know ]

. two : the connection 

one

6:02am

I was dreaming about Omari again. For some reason, he came to me often while I slept. He had picked me up, as he usually did, but, somehow I knew that I wasn’t coming back this time. I was clueless as to where we were, but I also didn't have a single worry. I was with O and I was safe. That, I was sure of.

We were flying through the air, which wasn't odd for me because I’d had more than a few dreams where I could fly. Still, there was a difference. Whenever I’d be flying, I was usually doing so because something or someone was chasing me and I had to get away. And it was usually very dark as well. But now, I didn't discern any danger and everything around us was shining so brightly. I’d also never been able to actually stay up there. Whenever I’d stop flying, I would immediately start to float back down. That wasn't the case here. We stopped and were just suspended in the sky with no effort. He laid me down on what felt the way I thought a cloud should feel and, starting at the top of my head, he kissed my scars one by one. In some miraculous way, they all disappeared with a single touch of his lips. Amazed, I smiled and watched as he continued to make his way down my bare body. At first my nudity confused me, as did the lack of discomfort that came with it, but, when he reached my Love, I no longer cared. My grin slowly fell as he spread my legs and, without an ounce of hesitance, he began to spoil me with gentle kisses. I was stunned, but it never entered my mind to stop him. I had to admit, it felt good.

“Oh my... aaah,” I moaned softly, lacing my right hand with his left. It was almost like I could actually feel his tongue slipping around a part of me that only myself and Cam had ever touched. However, in this illusion, I had no problem with that fact becoming fiction. Though I had moved past the initial shock, unfortunately, I could sense my sleep coming to an end. He started to fade away as my eyes softly fluttered open, but there was still someone between my legs. And it wasn't Omari. I looked down and Cam had my thighs stretched wide, one arm across my stomach, licking the shit out of my pussy. I tried to get away, but my every pursuit was quickly shut down. Whenever he realized that I was trying to escape his firm grasp, he licked faster, sucked harder, rubbed deeper. 

No matter how hard I fought, my body began to respond on its own, grinding into his face. Before long, my hips were in the air, he was buried between my lips, and I had relinquished all control. I gripped the couch with both hands in an attempt to evade the floor. “Fuuuck,” I whined, so upset with myself. Then the self betrayal reached a new level as I clenched my eyes, having the most regrettable orgasm ever. I hated giving him the satisfaction that, even at a time like this, he still had the power to make me cum. My body fell into the cushions and I hid my face, embarrassed. I don't know what the fuck he thought this was doing, because he hadn't swayed me whatsoever. I felt no different about things than I had before. 

He came up with tears in his eyes, apologizing and telling me how much he loved me. “You know I love you. With my whole heart, Jade. I'm sorry.” Seeing him cry shook me up a bit, I won't lie, but I was so far away from succumbing to his will.

He came closer and laid his head on my chest. Not even the smallest part of me welcomed the contact, and I was not about to let this be over so easily. “It's not... that simple.” He looked up and I reached to turn on the lamp behind us. “Look what you did to me.” My neck held marks from his fingernails, my scalp was bruised, there were noticeable rug burns on my knee and both hips, my face was so badly swollen that a small cut had formed at the corner of my mouth, and there was blood stuck on my gum line and between my teeth. 

“Oh my God.” He quietly examined every injury, running his fingers gingerly over the damage, seemingly frightened by my appearance. 

“This is love, Cameron?”

“I'm so sorry, baby. I swear, I'm gonna work on being better. I don't wanna do stuff like this to you. I'ma get help.”

I didn't fall for any of that shit. Sadly, this was the routine. I'd get my ass beat, then I'd get fucked, next was the apology and last came the promise of counseling. A promise that he never kept. This was my life now. A life that I could not have imagined in my wildest dreams.

Cameron McKinley Taylor. He wasn't always this way.

We had been together for five years now, the first three being probably the most happy years of my adult life. He was always such a sweetheart. He'd call or text just to hear my voice or tell me he loved me, bring me flowers for no reason; you know, just little things to show me he cared. We would talk for hours about anything, and nobody could make me laugh as hard. We were just in tune with one another, damn near inseparable. But, shortly after the situation became a little more serious, after we moved in together, everything changed. Out of nowhere, he just switched up on me. All of the sweetness was replaced with constant anger. It started with him taking my car. To this day, I still have no idea what he did with it. Without a ride of my own, though, I couldn't go anywhere or do anything without him. But he somehow always found a way to accuse me of stepping outside of the relationship. Which I never understood. I made the decision to stick it out, thinking this behavior was only temporary. However, after two years had passed me by, I learned a major lesson; fun wasn’t the only thing that made time fly. Misery did it just as well. 

He moved us to Los Angeles from Atlanta about a year and a half ago for a chance at better career opportunities, he'd claimed. But, the more thought I gave it, the more I began to believe there had been some malice behind his motives. I was taken so far away from my family, or anyone I knew for that matter, that I had no choice but to spend all of my time with him. I wasn’t even sure what it was that he did. He had a couple of degrees and he was working for some company before we came out here. Whatever he was doing now required him to leave home for months at a time, usually around two, and his salary was ridiculous. That was where my knowledge ended. I had my suspicions, but I knew better than to question him about anything. I'd just convinced myself that as long as the bills were kept current and we weren’t living on the street, everything was ok. He wasn't the least bit stingy with his leftovers either. He just made sure to monitor my transactions very closely. Shopping had become a way of life for me. It was basically my therapy.

Almost as soon as we got to Cali, he left for work. For a whole week, I stayed inside, afraid to leave the house. Not only was it a new scene for me, but I was heavily intimidated by the fact that I wasn’t familiar with anyone in the entire state. Then one day, feeling unusually courageous, I just got an Uber. After a little convincing, along with some financial compensation, that lady drove me all over LA.

I met Omari that day.

I walked into this sneaker boutique just to look around and there he was, standing with four boxes beside him and still browsing.

I recall thinking he had a nice deep brown, caramel complexion with really smooth looking skin. His hair was how he always wore it; in neatly twisted braids that ran straight back, falling an ample amount past his shoulders. He had a goatee then and it was groomed perfectly to match. Likewise, he was dressed nicely in jeans and a crisp white v-neck tee that hugged his toned arms and chest perfectly. The black diamonds in his ears glistened in the sunlight, as did the gold beaded bracelet around his wrist. His feet held a pair of black high top Chucks and I caught a Louis Vuitton belt peeking from underneath his shirt right before I turned to mind my own business. Long story short, he was very well put together... and so damn fine.

I still remember like it was yesterday.

“Um, I know it’s a lot, but can I get these in an 8?”

“Oh, no problem.” The associate, who had just been helping him, eagerly studied my selections. Her memory must've been outstanding, because I definitely would’ve had to take my phone out and snap a pic. “I'll be right back”.

I smiled, thanking her as I resumed my search. I wasn’t exactly interested in anything else, I was more so making the conscious effort to keep myself distracted. I had briefly considered taking a seat when, from the corner of my eye, I could see him starting to come over. I immediately threw all of my attention to a pair of kicks in front of me. They weren't even cute, but that was neither here nor there. I just needed to conceal the fact that I had been checking him out something serious on the low.

“Hey,” he rasped, once he was standing next to me. I turned to him and he had the cutest grin on his face. I couldn't help but smile back. Plus he looked even better up close. 

“Hey.”

“I don't mean to interrupt, and I know you don't know me, but… I just had to come over and say hello. You are beautiful.”

Completely caught off guard, I blushed almost instantly. My ears weren't even tuned for that type of compliment anymore. He was serious, too. I took my gaze down for a moment, using a slight laugh as part of my recovery. “Thank you.” And upon realizing that I liked this guy and didn't want his good smelling self to walk away, I decided to go ahead and introduce myself. “Jade.”

“Omari. Nice to meet you.” He extended his hand to me and I obliged, giving it a shake. 

“Nice to meet you, too.”

“So, um, where you from? If you don't mind me asking.”

“How you know I'm not from LA?” I jokingly asked. I was nowhere near being from LA, I  just wanted to see what he would say. 

“I can hear it in your voice.”

I chuckled, fully aware that my accent had given me away. “Yeah, I'm from Georgia.”

“I knew you were from somewhere down south.”

“Yep. So, you from here?” I returned my attention to the wall of shoes in front of me, trying not to stare.

“Yeah. Been here all my life.” 

“Ok,” I nodded. “I've only been here for a couple weeks.”

“Oh, for real?”

“Yeah. Today is actually my first time getting out of the house, believe it or not.”

“Well, maybe I can show you around my city sometime.”

And, just like that, I was back. “Maybe…” 

I hadn't been able keep him out of my sight for more than a few seconds, but his proposition had warranted at least a glance; I had to see if he was playing around. The deliberate eye contact I was met with only erased some of my doubt, still his confidence was a turn on for certain. I was smiling at him, he was smiling at me, and I was more than sure that he was in possession of the prettiest smile I had ever seen. His lips were on point, too; nice and full with a couple beauty marks adorning the bottom one. I found myself licking my own lips, wondering if his were as soft as they looked.  

Right in the midst of a moment that needed to be disrupted, the saleswoman walked over toting my five boxes effortlessly. 

“Thank you,” I told her, not just for the footwear, but also for breaking me away from whatever this was. I mean, I was stuck. 

“You're welcome. I'll be at the counter when you're ready, and let me know if you need anything else.”

“Ok.” I sat down on the bench and came out of my left shoe, grabbing the first box from the stack. “So, Omari…”

“Yeah?”

“You do this often?” I quizzed, slipping a fresh sneaker onto my foot; undeniably one of the best feelings in the world. 

“Do what?”

“Just walk over to random women and start conversations.” I grinned up at him standing beside me and he chuckled.

“Well, if I can be honest, you caught my eye as soon as you walked in. I like your vibe. And you looked so nice standing over here, I couldn't leave without at least getting your name.”

He was such a gentleman, and quite the charmer. He had a way with words, for sure. My guard was still very much intact, but his company didn’t make me uncomfortable. In fact, the interaction was rather flattering. I didn't know the kid still had it. 

“And now you know my name and where I’m from.”

He laughed, dropping his head. “You right. But you know they say good things come in threes.”

“Yeah, I’m familiar.”

“So, now I need your number to complete the trilogy. I mean, if that's cool with you.”

I can’t lie, I was tickled. He was that cute, corny funny I was very fond of. “Yeah,” I agreed, without even a second thought. Despite the obvious, I didn't wanna say no. “You like these?” I stood and we both looked down at the deep pink suede Nike Blazer I had been wearing. 

“Yeah. They cold with the gum bottom.”

“Right?! I was thinking the same thing. I'ma get 'em.”

We made small talk until I'd tried on my last pair. Then the conversation carried on while he tried on a few more. The six or seven other people in the store probably thought we knew each other. He was surprisingly easy to talk to for a complete stranger. We eventually exchanged numbers and, ever since that day, we'd been down like four flats on a Cadillac.

He was the only friend I had.