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Worth It | Mystic Academia: Kaminari Denki's Route

↝ The day of the MFA party had finally arrived and despite all of setbacks you and your members faced, it all led up to this day.

⋆ PAIRING: gamer!kaminari x fem!reader ⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: fluff :) ⋆ WORD COUNT: 2K

A/N: here's the written part for kaminari’s route! don't pay any mind to how dog shit the banner looks, tumblr hates me. hope you enjoy!! :) the kaminari cap is from @eraserhead-transparents

Mystic Academia: Kaminari Denki's Route

The stairs leading to the venue felt longer and more prolonged than you expected as you nervously climbed each step carefully. The day had finally come after much anticipation despite all of the traumatic events that had occurred to you and your friends.

The MFA party was finally here and you were filled with both anxiety and utter excitement. You were finally going to meet your fellow MFA members whom you had been conversing with for over a week. To say you were excited was an understatement to say the least, especially to see a specific blonde gamer.

The anxiety you were facing slowly subsided as you began greeting the guests at the main doors, checking off people from your clipboard as they arrived. The security Bakugou hired had arrived and were stationed at every door and any possible entrance into the venue as he had instructed. Two burly men stood on either side of the doors, making you feel safe but also slightly scared at how intimidating their presences were.

The first guest, a romance novel organization recommended by Mina, arrived, greeting you with a bright smile as they expressed how elated they were that the MFA parties were back. You smiled and thanked them for coming, continuing to do so as eventually a line formed as people waited to be checked in.

About half of the guests had arrived before you heard a shrill, high-pitched squeal, causing you to snap your head up to the source of the sound. A woman sprinted up the stairs, throwing her arms around you, nearly making the two of you topple to the floor. The two security guards to either side of you, knelt to your side, concerned that a random woman had essentially thrown herself at you but they eased up once they recognized the woman.

“Y/N?! I can’t believe it’s you!” The woman squealed, squeezing your shoulders in excitement.

Thankfully since there was only one other woman in the organization, it was very easy to tell that this was Mina. You smiled. “You know you could’ve told me who you were before you jumped me, Mina.”

Mina laughed. “What can I say, I was too excited to see you.”

“Mina, I told you not to go too crazy,” a man scolded from behind Mina as he slowly climbed the stairs, clearly limping.

From his injury, you recognized him easily. “Hey, Kirishima.”

“Whoa you knew it was me?” Kirishima asked, slightly bewildered. “Was it the hair?”

You pointed to his leg and he laughed. “I guess that makes more sense.”

Your eyes darted to the long line behind your two friends, snapping you back to reality and your hosting duties. “Sorry guys, I’d love to chat but we still have all of these guests to check in.”

“Don’t worry about it. I can do it for you,” Kirishima reassured, taking the clipboard from you and immediately getting to work, smiling brightly at the next guest.

Mina looped her arm into yours, keeping an eye on Kirishima since his reputation made him popular and there was still a threat out there potentially still coming for all of you. “So, are you excited?”

You nodded. “I was definitely nervous before but I feel better after being here.”

“Oh, I get it. You’re nervous to see your boyfriend.” Mina stretched out the last word, poking your shoulder teasingly, prompting you to roll your eyes. “Speaking of Kaminari, what was it like seeing him in person?”

You shrugged slightly. “I think I was more worried about whether or not he was okay more than anything.”

You were purposefully leaving out a major event that had occurred when you visited Kaminari since you knew how Mina would react if she found out. However, she was not going to let you off the hook that easily, suspecting that you were hiding something.

Mina narrowed her eyes at you. “So something did happen, didn’t it?”

“No idea what you’re talking about.”

“Y/N, this is our first time meeting in person and I can already tell you’re lying.” Mina grinned. “Oh my god, did you guys hug or did he cry when he saw you? Wait!” She paused to gasp loudly.

“Mina, please calm down,” you muttered, smiling apologetically at the guests as they entered the building, taking notice of your energetic and overly excited friend.

“Don’t tell me! You kissed, didn’t you?!” Mina exclaimed.

Your left eye twitched, confirming her guess and she squealed even more. “Oh my god, you did! I’m so proud of you!”

She tackled you into a hug once more and before you could calm her down as your face was heating up from embarrassment, an angry voice broke you away from your thoughts.

“Who the fuck is screaming like a little girl?!” A man bellowed as he climbed up the stairs. If it weren’t for his fashionable suit and matching vest, his scowl on his face definitely confirmed your assumption. This was definitely Bakugou.

“Dude, you’re not helping much either by screaming, too,” another man said, shaking his head at Bakugou. His black hair was combed back and he wore a white, plain suit. His eyes met yours and he smiled. “Y/N!”

The two men climbed the stairs until they reached the top. Bakugou looked you up and down shamelessly. “I guess you clean up nice even if you’ve got shit taste in clothes, new girl.”

“What the hell is your problem? I’m sorry about him. By the way, this is Sero and Bakugou,” Mina gestured to the two.

“It wasn’t hard to guess which one Bakugou was,” you mumbled, causing Sero and Mina to laugh and Bakugou to simply glare at you.

Bakugou moved past you and into the venue. “Let’s see if this isn’t a shitshow.”

Sero sighed, giving you an apologetic look. “Sorry we had to meet again like this, Y/N. I’ll make sure he doesn’t harass the guests and the staff.” Sero went inside, following Bakugou.

“I guess we should head in there, too.” Mina moved to make her way inside as well, stopping once she realized you weren’t following. “You’re not coming?”

You turned to face the stairs, taking a look at the guests and seeing the number of people dwindle down. Glancing over at the clipboard in Kirishima’s hands, it looked as though most of the guests were here. Well… except for one.

“He’ll make it, don’t worry,” Mina said reassuringly, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder and smiling softly. “You know he wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

You reciprocated the smile, nodding your head as you headed inside with Mina.

The guests filled the once empty venue with their presences, numerous voices conversing and filling the once quiet air. The guests looked satisfied and happy, holding champagne flutes and plates of hors d’oeuvres. You smiled and briefly greeted them as you passed them, Mina doing the same. From afar you could hear Bakugou scolding one of the kitchen staff followed by Sero scolding Bakugou and apologizing for his friend’s brash behavior.

“Y/N!” Kirishima called out to you. He handed the clipboard to you as he gestured to his phone. “There’s three more guests we have to sign in. Could you check them in for me? I got a call from my agency and I’ve gotta answer it.”

“Of course.” Kirishima thanked you as he made his way to one of the back rooms to answer his call.

You made it back to the entrance, apologizing briefly for keeping the remaining guests waiting, and quickly signing them in. You sighed as you crossed the last guest name off the list, turning to thank the security guards who were keeping watch and keeping you safe.

One of the guards’ attention flicked over to someone behind you. “There’s one more guest you have to check in, ma’am.”

“Another guest?” You looked down at your clipboard and flipped through your guest list. “But that was our last guest…”

“Aw, come on, you already forgot about me, beautiful?” A familiar voice teased from behind.

You whipped your head around to the sound of the voice you wanted to hear the most, your heart nearly skipping a beat as you laid your eyes on Kaminari. He had adorned himself in a black suit, his blonde hair combed back with his black streak still in view and he somehow looked even more handsome than you could’ve imagined as he stood at the bottom of the stairs.

The guards recognized him as the last MFA member as they greeted him. “You guys can head inside. We’d like some alone time if that’s alright.” The security acknowledged Kaminari’s request, closing the main doors and deciding to guard them from the inside.

The sound of the doors shutting snapped you out of your initial shock and you rushed down the stairs and threw your arms around his neck. Luckily he caught you, preventing the two of you from falling. He laughed. “Did you miss me that much? We saw each other yesterday.”

You pulled away from him, moving your hands up to cup his face in your hands as you scanned him for any sign of pain or further injury. “Are you okay? Did the doctor say anything else? Is your arm infected? Did–”

“Okay, let’s slow down now,” Kaminari said with a laugh, moving his hand to hold one of yours in his. “I’m okay. The doctor said everything looks good which was why I was discharged today. You know I would never miss this.”

You smiled shyly, nodding your head as you knew he wouldn’t. “I know. I was just… worried.”

“You’re really cute, you know that?” Kaminari whispered, moving his hand to caress your cheek.

You felt your face heat up furiously from his words and he chuckled, knowing he successfully made you flustered. “Shut up, Denki.”

“I like the way you say my name,” Kaminari uttered softly, the pad of his thumb grazing down to your chin, hovering over your bottom lip.

“Denki?” You repeated, feigning innocence as your eyes met his and moved down to his lips.

Kaminari didn’t say another word as he wrapped his arm around your waist, bringing your body even closer to his and ducked his head down to close his lips over yours. You couldn’t help but smile against his lips, maneuvering your arms to wrap around his neck, as if you couldn’t get enough of him.

That moment was everything for you. Despite how terrifying things had been the past week, your worries dissipated in an instant as your lips moved in unison against his. That is until the sweet moment was cut short.

“Hey! Are you two fucking idiots gonna keep sucking face or are you gonna talk to our guests?!” Bakugou yelled down from the top of the stairs.

You and Kaminari pulled away from one another, looking up to the top to see Bakugou, Mina, Kirishima, and Sero all grinning down at the two of you.

You laughed, surprised that even Bakugou had a small smile on his face. “Get up here, you two!” Kirishima called out as Mina was clutching Sero’s side and squealing furiously.

Kaminari sighed. “Those idiots always get in the way.” He turned to you, extending his hand out to you. “You coming, gorgeous?”

You smiled, accepting his hand as your fingers laced into his and the two of you made your way back up.

This past week was a difficult one. Your life and the lives of your friends were continuously tested and you couldn’t help but feel as if you had made a mistake in joining this random organization that you happened to stumble upon, or rather were led to. But the sight of your friends looking down at you with genuine joy and the presence of the man you knew you wanted to be with for a long time made it all worth it.

Yeah… it was all worth it.

A/N: AAAHHH SHE'S FINALLY DONE! only took me two months hehe. thank you for all of the love and support for this route. i really enjoyed writing and editing this all out and i can't believe it's all done! if you're done with this series and are not interested in reading the other routes, thank you so much for reading kaminari's route! sero's route will take some time so for those of you waiting, please be patient :)

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skyartworkzzz · 4 days ago

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have any headcannons to share abt kallamar and his spouses? honestly i dont see a whole lot of people ship kallamar with all four of them at once, i love your interpretations of their designs!!!!

AAAAAA tysm!! Sorry this took a bitsy to respond cuz I was still figuring them out, BUT! I do have some things to say about them now, so check the list under the cut! <3

FIRSTLY I wanna talk about how Kallamar chooses his Disciples:

Being the most narcissistic one among his siblings, Id think that Kallamar wouldnt just pick about anyone to transmit all his knowledge to. Meaning that he'd rather have someone who would without a doubt die for him and be as transparent as they could with their lord, without him having to read their mind or expect betrayals

Out of all the siblings, Kallamar was the pickiest and last one to recruit his apprentices. He was convinced for a while to go without anyone, until he fell in love with his first disciple and made them what they are today From then on, he realized the quickest way to trust someone was if they were completely infatuated with him. So that is the "merit" he goes by and the same one that gained him 3 more Disciples after the first

All of that is to say: yes, if you are one of Kallamar's Disciples, you are also dating him

NOW onto his lovely (and deadly) spouses:

Astaroth (they/them):

The first Disciple

Quiet most of the time

Speaks more through actions

Loves reading

Scary when angry or serious

The most skilled warrior out of all the others being a Witness

Completely obsessed with Kallamar, to the point where they'd kill the other Disciples should they ever turn on him (not that it'd be smtng that wouldn't traumatize them, given they are also in love with the others-)

Main love language is quality time, even if they may not say much

Saleos (he/him):

Quite cranky, doesn't really like people

Isolates himself most of the time

Loves recreational arts and crafts, tho he doesn't let many ppl see it

Used to be in charge of making Kallamar's weapons

Always arguing with Harboryn, but they usually make it up moments after

Awkward with physical intimacy, the others are very patient with him

Loves being praised, especially by Kallamar

Main love language is gift-giving

Harboryn (he/him):

Very fucking smart

Used to be the one to plan routes and conquering schemes for Kallamar (it was also thanks to him that they found Lambert's village back in the day)

Loves physical affection, is very touchy with Baalzebub and Astaroth

Loves being praised, he knows he's good

His narcissistic personality serves for both him and Kallamar to tease each other from time to time

Enjoys Knucklebones or other table games

Argues with Saleos from time to time, but always feels bad afterwards, desperately wanting to make it up with him

His main love language is physical touch or gift-giving

Baalzebub (she/they):

The cute one

Very affectionate, mostly with Harboryn since he's a fan of it

Also pretty quiet, speaks mostly through actions

The second best warrior and the most skilled magic user

Loves weapons, used to be Saleos' main test subject to try his new inventions

Collects seashells

Cuddles up with Kallamar and/or Saleos to sleep

Avoids venting to others, fearing to burden them, so she takes it out by destroying things. That's usually when her partners know she needs to talk

Their main love language is physical touch

And that's all I have for now! Tysm for the ask <333

#ask #cotl headcanons #cotl #cotl kallamar #maybe some of these will change in the future Im not sure #BUT THATS IT FOR NOW YES #anyways love me a poly relationship where everyone loves each other #LOVE!!!! LOVE EVERYWHERE!!

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dyinglikenarcissus · 1 month ago

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Kitten

7k words

Warnings: 18+ only! This is pure smut. A little dubcon. Your brother’s alpha besties want you but they’ve been so good for so long. What happens when a group trip turns into a one bed situation? Also reader is Sam’s long lost sister or something. Suspend your belief 😂 (I had to include some kind of Sam for our shared birthday)

Enjoy 😊

Please do not copy or repost my work

This really wasn’t supposed to happen.

They’re your brother’s friends. How did you end up like this?

They were supposed to be going on a boys fishing trip to celebrate your brother’s new job but he suddenly came down with something and wasn’t feeling up to it and, as his roommate and baby sister, they insisted you take his place. You didn’t know the first thing about fishing! But when it came to his two alpha buddies you got all tongue tied and your omega came spilling out like an over boiling pot. They were just so handsome and big and imposing and charismatic. They have great jobs and fancy cars and penthouse apartments. The ideal alphas.

It also didn’t help that you were a couple weeks away from your heat. It just makes their sway over you more powerful. They didn’t mean any harm. They were just used to being surrounded by other alphas. They didn’t know how to reign it in. Normally your brother was around as a buffer. You were rarely ever alone with them…

The two hour car ride was the longest you’d ever spent with just the two of them. They went on and on about baseball and beer and guns and other things you had absolutely no knowledge about so you just sat quietly in the back seat with your phone and your switch and prayed you were almost there.

But it would be fine! It was supposed to be a huge family suite with a bunch of rooms and a full kitchen and everything. You’d have your own space to retreat to if they became…too much for you.

But being there gave you absolutely no relief.

“I’m sorry!” The hotel front desk manager started after looking up your stay. “We accidentally overbooked and had to give away your room. We can rectify it tomorrow but tonight all we have is a single king.”

They readily agreed, not paying any attention to your protest. They said it would be fun. Like camping.

You never liked camping.

So now you stand between the rock that is Steve Rogers and the hard place that is Bucky Barnes.

“We’ll just take the floor, kitten,” Bucky smiles using the nickname they’ve called you since you were children. “I prefer it anyway. Better for my back.”

“Yeah. You get comfortable. Don’t worry about us,” Steve assures you. You just nod while the boys call down for extra pillows and blankets and food while you clean up from the long drive. It wasn’t super late but it was late enough that you weren’t going to do anything else tonight. The boys wanted to get up early. Apparently that’s when the fish are most active? The most you knew about fishing was from Animal Crossing and if any of that was true, they should be waiting for it to rain. Which reminds you that you that you need to water your flowers in your little digital town. You’ll do it as soon as you’re out of the shower…

Well, ain’t this some shit.

You didn’t exactly pack to share close quarters.

The only PJs you brought were mini shorts and cropped tank tops that were pretty much transparent in the right light. You should have brought a comfy sweater or something to cover up in but you wanted to pack light. You didn’t want to look like ‘that girl’ with a suitcase for every night. But at least you’d have a sleeping sweater…

You roll your eyes at your idiotic lack of foresight and choose the least see through ones and hope they don’t look too closely.

So much for that.

The second you walk back into the main room, two sets of blue eyes are on you. They suddenly forget all about their baseball, their beer, and their guns at the vision in front of them. Your soft curves are clearly visible through your lack of clothes: a sight they’ve only seen when the group goes swimming. They can barely keep it together with you prancing around in tiny fabric triangles that barely cover your wet and obviously cold body. But normally your brother was there to keep them at bay.

No older brother in sight. Just you left alone for the two of them. All. Weekend. Long.

Steve is the first one clear his throat and avert his gaze. “We ordered some pizzas. Is that okay with you?”

“Y-yeah! Pizza’s great,” you smile nervously. “I’m done in the bathroom if either of you want a turn.”

Bucky doesn’t even spare Steve a glance as he makes his way to the bathroom. “Age before beauty,” he snarks at the blond leaving the two of you alone.

You just smile at the tall blond sitting on the edge of the bed before rifling through your luggage for your Switch unknowingly giving Steve the perfect view of your peach ass through your tiny shorts.

“Shit,” Steve breathes, tilting his head slightly to see what else you’re hiding under there.

“What was that?” You ask pulling yourself out from your duffle.

“Oh, nothing,” the blond says quickly snapping his head back to the TV. “Just the game. Crazy play…” he trails.

“Oh?” You smile and nod already knowing you won’t understand what’s going on so you don’t bother asking. You snuggle up against the pillows to play your game and ignore whatever sports ball game is on.

“What are you playing?” His voice doesn’t initially reach you as you shake your head and focus on the alpha watching you. When did Steve’s eyes get so pretty? They’re like kaleidoscopes of green and blue. Hmmmm…

Wait. He said something, didn’t he?

“I’m sorry?”

“What are you playing?” He asks again leaning back to see the screen of your handheld console.

“Animal Crossing,” you whisper. He’s so close you can feel the body heat radiating off of him. He’s never been this close…

“That game’s super popular lately, huh? Never tried it. I used to just play Halo and GTA when I was as your age.”

“GTA is pretty fun,” you smile.

“What’s an innocent little thing like you know about GTA?”

“I get on my brother’s PlayStation every once in a while,” you admit. “I’m not that innocent,” you giggle singing the song.

“I feel like we’ll be learning all kinds of things about you this weekend,” Steve laughs as his hand finds your ankle, stroking the smooth skin gently. You practically leap from your skin. He can’t do that! Can he? He can’t do it again…

And then he does, his rough fingers tracing the inside of your ankle, and a wave arousal spills from you like clockwork. His fresh rain and smoke scent washes over you heavily and a soft whimper escapes your lips.

You can’t do this! Not for a whole weekend!

A knock at the door has you leaping away from him, tugging your feet away quickly.

“Someone’s jumpy,” Steve laughs before getting the door. Saved by the bell. A hotel employee brings a stack of pillows, blankets, and towels before rolling in a cart with two pizza boxes and two pitchers of beer.”

“We figured you wouldn’t eat much,” Steve laughs grabbing a chilled glass and plate before leaning next to you on the bed.

“Food’s here?” Bucky grins stepping out of the bathroom in a pair of low hanging grey sweats. Just a pair of low hanging grey sweats…

So many muscles…so much outline…

You’re going to die here.

His hair was still wet and messy as he mimicked Steve; grabbing food and finding a spot on the other side of you on the bed.

“What’s up, kitten? You gonna eat?” He asks before taking a bite.

“Uh, yeah,” you whisper and slide out from between the two giant men. When did it get so hot? You’re suddenly glad for your lack of clothing.

There’s no chairs or a table in this room. It really is the barebones. It’s hard to believe that this is the same hotel with three bedroom suites.

You sit on the edge of the bed, taking Steve’s spot and nibbling on your food quietly.

“Kitten, you know we love you but you’re blocking the TV,” Bucky groans. “Come back up here.” No. No no no no. Not back there between those two big imposing men.

“Your spots still nice and warm for you,” Steve sighs patting the spot in between them. You didn’t need warmth. Warmth was the last thing you needed. But you slide your plate across the bed and scoot back between them.

“Ain’t this nice?” Bucky asks.

“You don’t want a drink, kitten?” Steve wonders.

“Oh no,” you smile. “Beer isn’t really my thing.”

“Shit! We should’ve ordered something for you. We should know you better by now,” Steve sighs.

“Rosé, huh, kitten?” Bucky asks guiltily.

“Yeah, a rosé would be nice but I’m fine,” you insist and shake your bottle of water before taking a sip.

“That’s no fun kitten. We want you to drink with us. I’ll call down and get a bottle.” A whole bottle? Oh no! You attempt to stop the brunet alpha but he’s already on the phone ordering their best bottle.

“Don’t worry about it, kitten. We’ll pay for it,” Steve laughs. That’s not the problem! You almost shout at him but then he uses that alpha influence on you. “Sit back and relax. Please.”

“O-okay,” you whisper and settle back into the pillows.

“Who knew you could be so obedient?” Bucky laughs hanging up the phone. “You never listen to your brother like that?”

These two are not your brother.

“Did you see that play?” Steve shouts.

“He’s going! He going! He’s going!”

“Come on, Evans! Fuck yeah! You’re going to owe me a fortune at the end of the season,” Steve laughs.

“My bracket’s going to turn around. Just you wait, punk.”

“Whatever, jerk.” You smile at their antics. You’ve heard it your entire life but it never stopped being adorable.

“You two are cute.” The words slip from your mouth before you get a chance to stop yourself. Their blue gazes are back on you in an instant.

“Cute, huh?” Bucky smirks, biting his bottom lip slightly. Oh no.

“You would know, wouldn’t you?” Steve grins leaning slightly closer to you. No no no no! You almost claw your way out from between them when there’s another knock at the door. Thank God!

You move to get up but Bucky presses your thigh back down. “Sit. I got it.” He returns only to hand you a glass of wine. “Drink up. You have a whole bottle to get through.”

“There’s no way I’ll finish that, Bucky,” you laugh taking the glass with both hands.

“You won’t know until you try, kitten,” Steve smirks poking your nose with his index finger.

These two are going to kill you.

You’re soon giggling at Bucky’s jokes and leaning into Steve’s touch after your third glass of wine.

“You should’ve seen him. He was puking over the railing. Those poor fish!” Bucky laughs at the man behind you’s expense. Steve attempts to fight off his own laughter, gripping your waist and pulling you closer against him as you laugh at Bucky’s story.

“Whatever. You keep talking shit. I’m going to take a shower,” Steve chuckles and pulls away from you.

“So, kitten, tell me about your first date?”

“What?” You laugh, taking a sip of your wine.

“We told you about ours. I wanna hear about yours,” Bucky smiles running his hand up your thigh.

“Oh, it really isn’t all that interesting. It was just this guy in high school. We went to the movies. I think we saw Superbad or one of those Michael Cera movies. He tried to kiss me before my mom could come get me up but I wasn’t feeling it.”

“You wouldn’t kiss a guy after one of Michael Cera’s attempts at acting?”

“No,” you giggle. “He’s a fine actor. I just wasn’t feeling it,” you shrug.

“Alright, tell me about your first kiss then.”

“My first…?” You ask scrunching your brows up at the alpha. “Umm, well…”

“Don’t tell me you’ve never been kissed,” Bucky laughs leaning a little closer. His hand hitches a little higher on your hip, gripping what’s exposed of your ass. Any other time you would have been running as far away from him as possible but right now his sandalwood and lavender scent is going to send you straight into an early heat.

“Promise not to laugh?” You ask looking up at him through your lashes.

“I won’t. Scouts honor.”

“Like you were ever a scout,” you smile in disbelief. “Well, I didn’t have it until college.”

“Late bloomer, huh?”

You nod. “I went to my first ever college party and got really wasted and I was dancing with this guy.”

“Recipe for disaster,” Bucky grins, pulling you a little closer. You happily curl into him, slotting your leg between his. Your hand comes to rest on his lower stomach. You’ve never felt such strong abs before. You can’t help but feel a little bit. You hope he doesn’t mind.

“I told you not to laugh!” You smile.

“You’re telling the story so dramatically I can’t help it.”

You groan softly and continue your story. “So I was dancing with this guy and my friends were ready to leave so we left and he came with us. Walked with us all the way across campus, it had to have been a couple of miles and he lived close to where the party was.”

“He was trying to get some,” Bucky laughs spanking you softly.

“He was! And he wasn’t subtle about it at all! We were plotting how to ditch him the entire walk. So my friend, Milly, said just make out with him and we’ll have the automatic doors at the dorm lock him out. She didn’t know I’d never kissed a guy so I was just dreading it. Like, why do I care how this guy thinks I kiss but we made it to the dorm. They’re looking at me expectantly, waiting to slam the auto doors on this poor kids face. I just copied what I’d seen on TV, lured him right into the doorway and I just went for it. I literally puffed out my cheeks and pressed my lips against his and he tried to stick his tongue in my mouth and it was horrible! It scared me so much, I stepped back before the girls said go but Milly was on the wrestling team so she has lightning fast reflexes and she slammed the door right on his tongue.” You can’t help the laughter that spills from you and Bucky’s soon follows. “You said you wouldn’t laugh!” You cry pressing your hand against his chest.

“How could you expect me not to laugh at that?” He chuckles. “Poor fucker. Didn’t know what he was getting into with a feisty little omega like you.”

“Feisty? Me?” You laugh.

“Yes, you,” Steve laughs from behind you, sliding back into the bed freshly washed and in only a thin pair of boxers and a tank top. “What’d you do, kitten?” His strong arms wrap around your waist pulling you slightly from Bucky’s grip. One hand splays across you stomach and the other rest a little too high on your ribs to be friendly.

“She was telling me about her first kiss. She’s an evil little thing.”

“Oh, not our kitten. She’s an angel,” Steve admits nuzzling his face in your neck. It feels so good. To be wrapped in two pairs of strong arms. Both their scents settle over you so comfortably. You wish you could drown in it. You practically purr at their touch. In fact…

“Kitten,” Bucky laughs. “Are you purring?”

“No!” You deny quickly pressing away from them. “We should really get ready for bed-”

“Aw, come on, kitten,” Bucky sighs pulling you back down into his embrace. “Hang out with us.” Hang out? The last thing these two were doing was hanging out but you fall back into his arms anyway. “Was your second kiss any better?” Bucky asks distracting you from Steve’s touch.

“W-well, yeah. They were all much better after that.”

“So, you’re a pretty good kisser, huh?” Steve asks pressing his lips against your neck then licking at the sensitive skin there just above your scent gland. “Do you kiss as good as you taste?”

“Wha-! No! Steve!” You whine squirming under his touch.

“Kitten, really. I wish you’d relax for us,” Bucky sighs. “You haven’t slammed anymore tongues into doors?”

You shake your head no while Bucky’s hand grips your ass, pulling you into him and right into something more stiff than his abs but they don’t even give you a chance to react to that.

“Can you show me, kitten? How you kiss?” Steve asks softly, his hand snaking under your tiny shirt and pressing you down onto your back.

“Stevie, Bucky, w-we really shouldn’t be doing this,” you whine looking up into Steve’s ocean eyes. He really does have beautiful eyes.

“Why shouldn’t we?” Bucky asks pressing kisses to your bare shoulder. “You trust us, don’t you?”

“We’d never hurt you, kitten. You have no idea how long we’ve waited to get you away from your brother.”

“Practically since you presented.”

“That long?” You whisper, attempting to look at Bucky.

“You developed all these tantalizing curves, kitten. How could we resist?” There are hands all over your body. You can’t tell which ones belong to who. All you know is that you don’t want them to stop.

“We know you want us,” Steve sighs pressing your tiny shirt up over your breasts. “Your scent is fucking intoxicating.”

“And it spikes like crazy when we’re around. Just let us make you feel good, kitten. If you hate it, we’ll leave you alone,” Bucky promises.

“But we know you’ll love it.” Steve presses down your body and nips at your breast. You whine, spreading your legs to accommodate his large body.

“See? You already love it,” Bucky chuckles. He finally presses his lips to yours and it practically takes your breath away.

“Bucky,” you whimper against his lips as his scents spikes for you.

“Fuck,” Steve groans against your nipples. “Open up for us. Good girl, kitten.” You whine as your core clenches around nothing. You need them. You’ve never needed anyone more in your life. A set of fingers find your clothed core and you arch off the bed dramatically. “Warm her up for me, Buck?”

“You got it, pal,” Bucky chuckles around your lips. So many of your senses were firing at once. You didn’t know what to focus on. Steve’s tongue on your nipples and Bucky’s fingers at your clit. Fuck. It was all too much.

“Please,” you whisper not knowing what you wanted but you needed it.

“Please?” Steve chuckles. “Whatever you want, kitten. We’ll give it to you.”

“But you gotta tell us,” Bucky mutters. His fingers clear your tiny shorts and make contact with your naked pussy. You gasp at the feeling making them both chuckle softly.

“What can we do for you?” Steve asks.

“I-I wanna-I wanna-“

“You wanna what, kitten?” Steve’s mouth sucks at your sensitive nipples and Bucky’s fingers press against your quivering clit.

“Wanna cum!” You whine sharply.

“Yes, ma’am,” Bucky chuckles and pulls away from you along with Steve.

“Wai-! Where are you going?” You pant as they sit back to watch you.

“We need to get rid of all these clothes first,” Steve explains and presses your legs together to pull off your shorts while Bucky tugs your tiny top over your head. Then they work on themselves. Your eyes widen as you watch them peel off their bottoms, revealing their hard red leaking cocks.

“What’s wrong, kitten? You look like you’ve seen a ghost?” Bucky smirks as he tosses away his sweats and grips his heavy erection, a steady stream leaking from it’s tip and making his scent so much more heady.

“You’re alright. Just relax,” Steve’s scent permeates beyond Bucky’s settling over you like a weighted blanket as he strips revealing his own giant cock. Precum bubbles out of his tip in thick globs making you gulp.

“Y-you’re both so big,” you whisper.

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Steve laughs. “We’ll get you nice and warmed up. You’ll barely feel us.” Barely!? You want to run away but you’re paralyzed under their gaze. “Now, let me get a real taste of you.” Steve tugs your legs up over his shoulders until you’re dangling with the top of your head on his lap and staring blankly at a now upside down Bucky. You don’t even have time to think about it before his tongue licks a strip up your core and you’re left screaming for him.

“Told you we’d make you feel good,” Bucky chuckles. “Now look at you. In the perfect position to fill up that cute little hole.”

“Wh-“ But you’re cut off by Bucky tapping his tip against your bottom lips. “That’s not gonna fit!” You protest but it’s on deaf ears as he presses past your lips into your hot, wet mouth.

“See? We know what we’re doing, kitten. Trust us,” Bucky sighs as he strokes himself against your lips. A hand wraps around one of yours and guides it around his thick member, showing you how hard to squeeze. “There you go, kitten. Good girl. Just like that. Fuck. How long do you think she can stay like this, Stevie?”

Steve pulls away long enough to mutter, “Until she cums,” before diving back into your hot pussy.

You whine around your oral burden feeling the blood simultaneously rush to your head and your core until you feel like you’ll pass out from the pressure. Your whimpers get more frantic and your attention on Bucky’s cocks gets more spotty until you’re legs are clamped around Steve’s head for dear life. You get so close as everything gets so dark and fuzzy around the edges. You can’t hold on anymore. Your eyes flutter shut just as sparkles burst behind your lids and you cum flooding into Steve’s awaiting mouth.

Fuck…

Fuck!

Your eyes wretch open at the impossible stretch inside your core. “Ah! Ahhh! Stevie! Bucky!” You cry out softly as the walls of flesh around you start to console you.

“Hey! Hey, kitten. You’re okay. Calm down,” Steve instructs, his scent starting to lull you into a sense of security as his fingers stroke your cheek gently.

“We told you you’d barely feel it,” Bucky laughs from behind you.

You feel it now! He feels impossibly large and how is he fucking you twice?

You glance down to see between your and Steve’s bodies.

No. No no no no! You let out a strangled scream as the pain of having two monster cocks inside of you starts register.

“Hey! Relax!” Bucky barks. “It feels good, doesn’t it? Being this full of us?”

“Just imagine being full of our babies,” Steve grunts.

“Fuck, you’d look so beautiful. All round with huge, leaking tits,” Bucky chuckles as his fingers dance across your hard nipples.

“You aren’t on birth control, are you?”

“N-no,” you whisper, smothering your face is Steve’s shoulder.

“Good,” they both reply at once. Not good. You weren’t ready for babies. You didn’t even have a mate…

“Stop,” Bucky calls to his partner sensing your distress first. “What wrong, kitten?”

“Tell us. Let us fix it,” Steve seconds as they both still inside of you.

You can barely think straight with them stretching you like this let alone reply.

“Can’t-can’t have a baby,” you strain.

“Why not?” Steve asks, stroking your braids from your face before cupping your face.

“I-we-we’re not-“

“Out with it, kitten,” Bucky groans smacking the side of your ass.

“Bucky,” Steve reprimands. “Talk to us, kitten.”

“We’re not mated!” You finally moan into Steve’s shoulder.

“Oh?” Steve laughs.

“Is that all?” Bucky chuckles. “Don’t worry about that.”

“You’ll have marks all over you by Sunday. No one will ever question who you belong to,” Steve smirks before gripping your hips and beginning to thrust into you anew. Bucky follows suit and you wonder just how much the human body can take before it splits in half. It’s too much. Far too much. They’re too big! They take up too much space in your little body. Just when you think you’ll pass out again Steve grumbles that he’s going to cum and Bucky mimics his notion shortly afterwards.

“Please, please, please,” you chant, slurring your speech with how close your own release is.

Then one of them hits that spot just right and you’re screaming for them, clinching around them enough that they cum spilling inside of you. And then you’re left screaming again as their knots pop into place keeping all that essence bottle up inside you as they continue to spew their seed.

You gasp as you feel your belly bloat with all of it, bowing outward against Steve’s strong abs.

“Too much!” You whine at the feeling. Too full. Too tight. Too heavy. Far too much.

“Hey! I know. I know. It’s a lot. Hang in there for us,” Bucky attempts to soothe but you immediately feel another round of hot cum paint your insides and ballooning your stomach even more.

“Can’t!” You cry but both men rub your arms and your face, attempting to calm you just enough to get you on your side. Bucky’s hand finds your bloated stomach and rubs soft circles into it while Steve whispers sweet praises in your ear.

“You were so good for us, kitten. The best girl we could ask for. You gonna hold on to all that hot cum and make us a bunch of babies?” You can only nod slightly as you attempt to get comfortable. Your quickened breaths eventually get heavier as you start to doze off. “There you go, kitten. Get some rest. You deserve it.”

“She’s tight as a drum, Stevie,” Bucky sighs as his fingers find your navel. It’s straining against the need to pop to give the cum inside you a little extra room.

“We might have over done it,” Steve chuckles until he feels his partner starting to strain against his knot. “The fuck are you doing?

“She’s just so hot like this. I can’t help it,” Bucky groans as he humps into their little partner.

“Fuck, Buck!” Steve hisses trying to ignore the friction against his own cock. “You’re gonna make me cum!” But Bucky just ignores him thrusting shallowly into you while you sleep.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fu-“ Bucky sighs cumming into you once more and pulling Steve closely behind with him. You whimper softly in your sleep as your tummy bows out even more.

“Fuck, Buck! No more. She can’t handle it,” Steve says with an air of authority as he holds you against him protectively.

“I’m exhausted anyway,” the brunet yawns and cups your breast and your stomach as he follows you into sleep.

You wake up far more bloated than you remember when you fell asleep but at least both your alphas knots had gone down.

Your alphas…

It was interesting to think of them like that after so long of them being your brother’s friends. Your alphas sounds…nice.

You scramble from between the two sleeping giants and rush to the bathroom to release the load they deposited in you. You watch your bloated stomach deflate and wonder what pregnancy would be like.

You quickly shake your head of the thought. No babies without mating! You don’t care how much your omega instincts want to take over, that was never going to happen!

You return to the main room and find Bucky and Steve had turned into more comfortable positions without being knotted inside of you. You still crawl in between them and curl over Bucky’s chest in exhaustion.

“Hey? You alright?” He yawns feeling your weight as you nuzzle into him. You just nod and attempt to snuggle further into his chest. “Hang on. I want my pick of spots. Sit up for a second.” You sleepily obey, sitting on your heels before him while he scrutinizes you. He tilts your head to the left and bares his fangs into your shoulder right above your scent gland. Your eyes widen at how simple it is. No posturing. No rituals. Just a mark and you already feel more drawn to him. “There. All mine,” Bucky smiles proudly. “Punk! Wake up and claim her!” You can’t help but giggle at the two before you slide into Steve’s arms. You hold up your head on the opposite side of Bucky’s for him and that’s it. He’s marked you for life. You feel his pull start to tug you in as well as you press a kiss to his lips. You crawl from his arms and attempt to curl back in between them.

“You are far too active for a pregnant woman,” Steve mutters turning over to face you. “It obviously didn’t take and we need to try again.”

“I agree,” Bucky laughs only for you to protest and use the sheets as a shield against them.

“We have all weekend, right? You two can destroy me again tomorrow?”

Bucky smirks at you knowingly before averting his gaze to Steve. “Only if that’s a promise, ‘mega.” Your eyes widen at your brunet alpha.

“Goodnight, kitten,” Steve wishes and presses a kiss to your temple. “Get some rest. You’re gonna need it.”

You were suddenly very awake.

“Kitten? Rise and shine, my beautiful little omega.” You curl further into the sheets after hearing your name.

“Too early,” you mumble.

“What happened to you being ours today? You promised.” You whine softly and peek from the pillows to see Bucky watching you expectantly. He’s already dressed for the day and so is Steve as he rubs your back from behind you. So sore. You wiggle your hips hoping to alleviate the pain but it doesn’t help.

“We should let her sleep in,” Steve sighs pulling you closer to him.

“She’s fine,” Bucky insists. “Get up and get dressed.” You stretch against Steve’s body, the sheets falling away from you and instantly reminding you that you’re completely naked. You let out a soft gasp and cover your chest out of instinct completely forgetting about last night’s activities.

“Shy all of the sudden?” Steve laughs and kisses your cheek. “You don’t have to hide from us. Come on. Get up.” You roll from the bed and stumble into the bathroom as the events from the previous evening start to flood your mind. You’re mated now. To your brother’s best friends...

He’s going to kill them.

Your eyes widen at the thought before you catch yourself in your reflection. Your braids are a tangled mess but under them you see two sets of semi circular marks on either side of your neck. You really are theirs now.

A shutter runs through your body and ends right at your core.

Theirs.

Your alphas.

This is kind of a lot to spring on someone after one night. You laugh at the situation. You never in a million years thought you’d be mated to Steve and Bucky. Sure you fantasized about it but it was never something you thought would become your reality.

You emerge from the bathroom freshly dressed in a short sun dress. “There she is,” Bucky smiles and pulls you into his arms. “You look so cute all dolled up for us.” You stand on your toes and press a kiss to his lips. He hums positively and pulls you back for more.

Steve chuckles from behind you. “Let her go so we can get some food. Gotta keep our little omega fed.”

You giggle and grab Steve’s hand as he leads you down to the hotel restaurant.

Your first time in public as a mated omega is interesting. All the attention you’re used to getting is gone? Well, not really gone. Alphas still look but they notice the marks you proudly bare on your neck and quickly glance away. It also didn’t help that your alphas were constantly all over you: making your plate, feeding you, making sure you got exactly what you wanted.

“Grab a jacket and something to keep you entertained,” Bucky instructs when you head back to the room.

“Am I going fishing with you guys?” You ask, stretching and yawning. You just wanted to go back to sleep. Steve gives you a positive hum while he gathers his things. “I can just hang out here. Get a massage or something,” you suggest. “Maybe a bigger room will be ready and I can move our stuff…”

“Nah, you can’t do that by yourself,” Bucky denies. “And we want you with us, kitten. It’ll be fun. Better than this stuffy hotel.”

“If you insist,” you sigh and follow them out to the truck. It’s a short drive to their fishing spot, maybe a little over half an hour. They’re quiet as the set up their gear so you set up a folding chair out of their way and work on your town.

“Kitten, you didn’t think you’d sit over there with your game all day, did you?” Bucky laughs calling you over. He grips your thigh under your dress and places a kiss on your hand.

“Is this fishing? Sitting around in the sun by the water?” You ask seeing their set up: a case of beers and a baseball game streaming on one of their iPads. How were they even getting a signal out here?

“Basically,” Steve smirks up at you, those beautiful eyes squinting in the sun. “I’m glad you wore a dress today. Less to work around.”

“Huh?” You question dumbly.

“Kitten, you remember how you promised to make us a baby this weekend?” Bucky asks pulling you closer by your leg.

“Right now?” You blanch looking around the forested landscape.

“Yes, right now. We have plenty of time.”

“What if someone sees?” You ask quietly.

“They’d get a beautiful show,” Steve sighs as Bucky’s hand snakes further up your leg to find your panties. He repositions you between his thighs before tugging the little piece of fabric down your legs. Bucky presses a kiss to your stomach just before his fingers find your slit.“Bucky,” you whisper, your face heating in embarrassment.

“Open up for me, kitten.” He kicks your feet apart and you fall into him, gripping his shoulders to keep your balance. His fingers tuck into your core, making a beaconing motion and immediately finding that spot he abused the night before. You let out a soft shriek as you grip his strong shoulders. Bucky lets out a satisfied hum and kisses your cleavage. “You’re so perfect for us. So glad we have you.”

“My alphas,” you breathe.

“Our perfect little omega,” Steve sighs stepping behind you hiking up your skirt over your ass. “With the best ass on the planet,” you hear the smile in his voice right before he smacks your ass roughly. “Open her up a little more for me, Buck.”

Bucky grips your ass and pulls your knees over his thighs on his folding chair. “Shit. Hold on,” Bucky grunts and stands with your legs around his waist. “Jacket, Stevie?”

Steve lays his jacket down for you to rest your knees on.

“Thank you, Stevie,” you smile.

“Anything for you, kitten.” Steve kisses you but you chase after his lips wanting more, both of their scents calming your nerves a little.

“Is this the same omega who was worried about being caught?” Bucky laughs gripping your bare ass.

“Bucky,” you giggle squirming in his grip.

“Calm down. We’re going to fuck you no matter what,” Steve jokes and kisses you once more. Bucky sits back down with your legs spread open for Steve, you can already feel your juices slipping from your core for them.

“There’s still some cum in you, kitten,” Steve sighs, swiping his fingers through your folds.

“I-it’s your fault,” you whimper.

Steve hums back, the sound of it runs straight down to your core. “My fault? It seems like I have a little kitten who needs to learn to clean up her messes.”

You drop your face into the bend of Bucky’s neck and inhale his scent. It’s so potent and heady you can barely think straight.

“Someone’s getting a little hazy,” Bucky sighs. “Your heat starting, kitten?”

“N-no!” You quickly deny and pull away from him.

“It’s okay. Come back.” He pulls you back into his embrace. “It’s okay if you can’t control it. That’s why we’re here.”

“Let us take care of that pesky heat,” Steve sighs. “You just be our sweet little omega.”

“Speaking of being our sweet little omega, do you wanna mark us, kitten?” Bucky asks pressing his lips to the mark Steve left on your shoulder.

“Y-you want me to…?” You question, your lids starting to feel heavy from the hormones suddenly overtaking your system.

Bucky gives you an affirmative hum, his lips never leaving your skin.

The thought never crossed your mind. You always assumed you’d belong to your alpha. Not the other way around.

It didn’t seem normal. Or, at least, no one ever talked about it.

“You’re sure you want me?” You whisper, trying to fight back the heat for a moment. It was coming no matter what at this point. It’s just a matter of letting it come.

“Kitten, we told you last night. We’ve wanted you for years,” Steve sighs, tilting your head back so you can see him.

“But you’re like a skittish little cat. You run at the first sign of danger. So we had to corner you,” Bucky adds trailing his fingers along your exposed cleavage.

“Get you alone, away from that protective brother of yours,” Steve smirks and kisses your forehead before releasing you.

“We want you, kitten. We have rooms made for you at our homes. Our kitchens are stocked with your favorite foods on the off chance you might come by. We just need you to submit.”

“B-both of you?” You breathe, glancing between the two of them.

“We’re a package deal, sweetheart,” Steve chuckles.

You watch Bucky’s chest for a moment, your fingers gripping his Henley lightly. You glance up at his blue eyes before shifting your gaze to his scent gland.

You nod slightly before leaning down to meet his skin. You kiss the area, trailing kisses until you find the perfect spot for your mark. Then you bite down hard and Bucky’s scent explodes for you. A fresh wave a slick coats your core and you almost feel faint.

“…so good,” you sigh out, mostly to yourself.

“If you like that, just wait for my rut,” Bucky grunts in your ear making your face heat. Everything suddenly feels so hot and your skin is so sensitive.

“My turn?” Steve asks, picking you up to cradle you against his chest. You nod and wrap your arms around his shoulders. You nuzzle against his neck, finding the perfect spot on him as well. Your lips explore his skin before you finally bite down. A whine escapes you as Steve’s scent overwhelms your senses. You grip his shoulders as a cramp runs through your body.

“Fuck, kitten, I felt that,” Steve groans.

“You need someone to scratch that itch?” Bucky asks.

“It’s more than an itch, Buck. She needs to get fucked,” Steve laughs and places you back in his lap.

“Is that right, kitten? You need to get fucked?” A soft whine escapes your lips as you squirm in Bucky’s lap.

You nod weakly. There’s no use in hiding it now. They know you carnally. They feel everything you feel and they definitely feel the slick dripping down your thighs.

“Good girl,” Steve sighs. Steve spreads your lips with his fingers and thrusts in so slowly you feel every ridge and vein adorning his cock. The moan that escapes your lips is feral. You need this. You need them.

Steve completely buries himself in you and your jaw falls open dumbly.

“Fuck,” Steve groans. “You feels amazing, kitten.”

You feel your core clinch around him so tightly it’s almost painful.

Bucky lifts you up while you’re still impaled on Steve’s cock. He unzips his own pants and spreads your cheeks. His fingers wipe up the slick seeping out of your core before fingering your puckered hole.

“Deep breath kitten,” he sighs as he massages your insides, spreading the slick until you’re nice and slippery. “Keep breathing for me.”

Then you feel him. His thick head starting to breech that hole where it definitely shouldn’t.

“Too big,” you whine and struggle between them but before you know it, Bucky is fully sheathed within you.

Part of starts to panic as your heart and breaths race.

“Calm down, little omega. We’re gonna take care of you,” Steve coos.

“Very good care of you,” Bucky agrees.

You return to the hotel and the woman at the front desks apologizes again and hands Steve the keycards to the room he initially booked. The three of you look at each other before Steve speaks. “Actually, do you have any king suites available?”

You let your alphas carry your luggage to your new room. There were much more amenities than the last one. A kitchenette, a jacuzzi, a separate living room and bedroom.

“This a little better kitten?” Bucky asks wrapping his arms around your waist.

You nod and accept a kiss. Your phone vibrates on the table and a picture of your brother pops up on the screen. You pull away from Bucky’s grip and press a kiss to his lips before answering your phone.

“Hey, Sammy! How you feeling?”

“Way better! So I drove out to meet you guys. I knew you didn’t want to be left alone with those jokers for too long.” Your eyes widen and meet Bucky’s gaze like a deer in a set of headlights.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asks throwing himself on the bed after he finishes unpacking again.

“Um, S-Sam…Sam is-Sam is…”

Bucky plucks the phone from your fingers. “Hello?” Bucky asks all concern but his face quickly lights up. “Hey! Yeah! Come on up. Room 532.” He hangs up your phone and places it back in your hands. “Sammy’s here,” he tells Steve as if it’s completely normal.

“Cool! I’m glad he’s feeling better.”

“The couch pulls out. I’m not moving rooms again,” Bucky sighs and pulls you to the bed.

“Wait!” You cry. “He-he’s gonna know. He’s gonna kill us!”

“I’d like to see him try,” Bucky laughs rubbing your stomach comfortably. “What are we doing for dinner?”

“I was just looking…there’s a steak house in town, twenty minutes away.”

“Steak sounds good. Anything for our kitten there?”

“They have salmon, shrimp risotto, oh! Lobster ravioli! You love lobster ravioli.” You do love lobster ravioli but your brother is about to see that his two best friends obviously fucked his little sister and you were all about to be on his shit list.

How can they be so calm about this?

There’s a knock at the door all too soon before you could even start to process a defense for the situation.

Steve gets up to answer the door and you hear the two best friends greet each other. Sam sounds so happy.

Too happy!

You start to panic when Bucky’s hand finds yours.

“Hey, relax. We’ll handle this. That’s what alphas are for.”

“Where my baby sister?” You hear Sam call and you pull away from Bucky and stumble from the bedroom. Steve brushes your lower back as you step up to Sam. You look up into his brown eyes and he instantly knows something is off.

He inhales your scent and sets a glare on Steve. “You fucked my little sister.” It wasn’t a question.

“Can you blame us, Sam? We’ve wanted her for far too long. We weren’t going to pass this up.”

“We? Both of you?” His gaze falls back on you. “Are you okay?”

You cock your head to the side. Are you okay? You let out a laugh and fall into a fit of giggles. “Surprisingly, I survived,” you breathe out through your laughter.

“Are you okay with this?” Sam asks once you sober.

You glance between the two men on either side of you. “I’m really happy, actually. They’re perfect,” you smile and grip Steve’s hand.

Sam glances between the three of you. “As long as you’re happy.”

“Anyway, we were thinking steak for dinner. You hungry?” Bucky asks and grabs Sam’s bag off of his shoulder.

“Starving,” Sam sighs. “Traffic was horrible.”

“Right? Poor kitten’s switch died and she was stuck just listening to us. She’s a fucking saint for that.” You giggle falling into Bucky’s chest.

“I think I fell asleep at some point,” you smile.

“And the room situation has been a nightmare. You don’t mind sleeping on the pull out?” Steve asks leading your brother into the room.

“Let me guess, they were out of three bedrooms and it was the one bed situation and now I have to watch my sister and my two best friends act like mates?”

“Yeah! That’s exactly it, actually,” Steve laughs.

“And we did mate her. You’re pretty good at this, Samuel,” Bucky smirks.

Sam looks between the three of you absolutely dumbfounded. “Alright,” he lets out a shaky exhale. “Give me a few days to adjust to this. Please.”

Bucky grins cheekily. “Should we start calling you brother, yet?”

“What about ‘a few of days’ aren’t you getting, Buck?”

“Your sister’s anything but quiet so you’re gonna hear about it all night,” Steve smirks.

“You know what, I’m just going to get my own room. I don’t wanna hear it.” You giggle softly at your brother’s comment. “Just don’t hurt my sister and you three can do whatever you want.”

“You know we could never, Sammy,” Steve grins.

“At least not in a way she wouldn’t beg for,” Bucky smirks.

“Stop! I told you I don’t wanna hear it. I’m not listening,” Sam calls before grabbing his bag and heading back downstairs.

“Wouldn’t it be funny if the only room left was the one next door?” Steve hums, pulling you closer and resting his chin on your head.

“Or the one we just left,” Bucky muses.

“Fine! I’ll get a different hotel!” Sam groans making you laugh again.

“Be nice, boys. We’ll behave.”

“You have to behave first, kitten,” Steve mutters before pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Definitely staying in a different hotel,” Sam sighs.

“Yeah, whatever,” Bucky smirks. “Like you’ll leave her alone with us for another night. Let’s go get some food.”

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shesnake · 3 months ago

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sorry to talk about star wars on main but

Leslye Headland is truly the funniest person alive for saying on record that oshamir was inspired by reylo. like it's the most transparent marketing line to simply tell you that they're "enemies to lovers" (pending) and to bait the reylos (who are arguably the strongest voice in the disney era fandom... like look what they achieved [derogratory]) into caring about non-white characters because yeah The Acolyte Does need the numbers.

and sure this is bringing people into the show for the wrong reasons and also deterring people from the show for the wrong reasons but it's a TRAP lol ms Headland has a comically large shovel-shaped lightsaber and is digging a hole in the ground right in front of us all. and I am DIVING IN HEAD FIRST before she's even sprinkled leaves over it. because oshamir is nothing like reylo, because The Acolyte is nothing like disney era star wars!

The Acolyte is critical of the jedi order and the absolutism of the dark side. it's not about Anakin but it does Understand Anakin and what went down in the prequels (unlike the kenobi series which essentially nullified his whole corruption arc...) and the jedi order's unique form of oppression through repression. up until this point we've only seen our protagonists being lured to the dark side through grooming and sabotage by a sith actively turning them away from the jedi.

but in the acolyte, our protagonist Osha has already been fucked over by the jedi without the influence of any sith! they killed her family, they killed her PEOPLE/RELIGION, they left her sister Mae to die (after they already decided she had terrible vibes), and they abandoned her as a "failure" because after all they did to cut her away from her life THEY DIDN'T WANT HER because she was affected by the trauma THEY CAUSED.

and they did say to Sol from the start that she was too old to be recruited. how many other padawans must they have done this to while they were too young for that trauma to grow and could still be groomed to believe in the force in the way the jedi order do. Sol is horrified at Qimir/The Stranger for killing a child and he just shrugs and says "you brought her here" because it really is on him.

but yeah Osha at this point in the story with her lived experiences is an adult who cannot be manipulated like that, by a jedi OR a sith. and so what other approach can Qimir really make to lure Osha over to the dark side except to... talk to her? sure there's a seductive subtext to it, but this is the first time we've seen someone with the force, sith or jedi, have to present their case like an adult To an adult.

and as the no.1 jedi order hater this is SO compelling to me because everything Qimir has to say is SO true and yeah manny is hot and amandla is hot and when you think about it he did kind of give her a knife lightsaber because he wants someone on that same level of enlightenment with him which does expose him to creating someone who could very well destroy him but he's taking that risk with her because he does Know her already from what he sees of himself and he's just going to get to know her better and they're both just going to keep talking it through and developing that set of beliefs together in That Beautiful Separation They Felt and she'll learn more about him and his particular history his real name and the scars on his back and also there's what he represents as a minority in the world and Headland's connection to him as a lesbian and how it feels like they don't want you to exist and let's not forget the colonial metaphors the manifest destiny of the way the jedi operate she'll see how alike they are and she'll be able to come into herself as an empowered user of the force and that'll be thanks to him and the journey will be Glorious!

but none of that is going to change the fact that before he made this intellectual/civilised/human/seductive approach with her as an adult HE STILL GROOMED HER SISTER and Osha is NEVER going to forget that because if she and Mae are the same person she's the only one left to remember he did that to her/them and I cannot fucking WAIT to see her lightsaber turn green when she finally runs it through his chest god bless 🥰

#the acolyte #ok to rb

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acesandocs · 5 months ago

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The gang indulges in some unrestrained summer fun!

This has been a wip for gosh knows how long, but I managed to get it done. It started with just Maire but then everyone got to join in.

The gang mostly belongs to @libras-interactives Lottie belongs to @maryannsstrawberry i belive. So sorry for misattributing her to Libra. Who has custody of Little Lottie I'm still unsure of tho.

Individual pngs below (theyre suposed to be transparent, but i guess tumblr can just decide not to do that sometimes. free website and all that), as well as art thoughts.

We’ll go from left to right

Jack: I feel like if Jack is going to the beach he need some protection from the sun. So along with a early 1920s style mens swimsuit, he’s also got a sun hat and a housecoat. I based it of a womans house coat as they look very light and breathable which probably helps with the heat while keeping him safe from sun. House coats were also generally not uncomon to wear on the beach. I also just like messing around with gender presentation in my art. I’m sure Marius approves.

Marius: Marius is sporting a mens bathing suit from the late 1920s. As he is very fashion forward I felt it fit him to wear something a bit more up to date. His fur pattern does make it look like he was wearing shorts and a t shirt and got sunburned lol. I based his fur on Eveline’s and the photos of the cat he was based on. Maybe a gradient would make it look a bit less silly idk. Feel free to weigh in if you have any ideas.

Eveline: I know Eveline prefers clothing from the late 1900-1910s more but I really loved how she looked with her hair up. I based her bathing suit on a 1920s version but added a few flairs to give it a bit more of a retro vibe for the time.

The Lotties: I gave Lottie a bathing suit with a belt and a cap. As per the laws of the Lackadaisy-verse her ears are tucked safely into her cap. No ear holes here. I wanted to give her a beach bag but I couldn't find any type of purse specifically for that so she’s got a shopping bag instead. I felt she needed somewhere to keep little Lottie's beach toys and sun screen, speaking of: She is wearing a very normal child's bathing suit. Not much to say on it. I focused more on her posing than her fashion.

Máire: the original name for this drawing when I was just planning on drawing her was bathing beauties… Anyway, she strikes me as someone who uses her time at the beach to relax and look good while doing it. Her swimsuit is based on something I saw on Pinterest. It had flowers painted on it which strikes me more as being ornamental. Shes also a pair of fashionable heals and a parasol.

And last but not least Malwina: Malvina’s bathing suit is technically from 1926, so maybe she is just way ahead of the trends. Her shoes are laced beach shoes. I feel like shed take the opertunity to enjoy the fresh air, and swim in the cooling water. Maybe check out some cute boys. I think shed enjoy having a day where she can just be a normal teenager.

Mc is probably around. Maybe off buying soda pops for everyone.

My main source for most of this was vintage dancer

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myobsessionsspace · 8 months ago

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"My last point is that I don't really see JK being a club going person."

I was going to say this a well. I quite don’t get why some people portray him as a party boy when he has shared several times that he’s more of a homebody and feels more comfortable chilling with friends or relaxing at home - which, for an introvert, isn’t surprising at all. He seems like someone who has a small close circle of friends and doesn’t really socialize outside of it. Sure we don’t know him in private and it’s not like he never goes out obviously but I’ve always felt he was pretty transparent and sincere with us. So I really don’t get the need for some fans to portray him as a person he hasn’t shown to be. It’s weird, it’s like he’s not enough for them so they have to twist his personality to make it fit the way they would like him to be. That’s not exactly what I call love, but well..

~Ask Anon is referring to~

Hi lovely!

Right?! Talk your talk 💪

Like how many times has Jungkook shown and spoken about his MTBI?! He’s an introvert through and through. From what we’ve seen he has his select few that he’s himself with and has fun with but we’ve seen him when not working like a dog, at home or working out.

Introvert in the wild

He drinks at home, due to sasaengs he works out at home, he sings karaoke at home, he cooks at home.

Of course he must do things with people that we don’t see or know about but the pervasive notion that he’s some addict fuck boy boils down to ta few things, the main ones in my mind right now, small mindedness and baseless rumours.

Small mindedness because according to the teen book, movie, tv, fanfic stereotype the dark clothes, piercings, tattoo, bike riding, quiet type can and only ever will be a ‘fuck boy’. He has a group of 97z idol friends that one outing, that made headlines, determined his character from that point forward. What else has he done that warrants such judgements? Drink at home in front of his phone? Have boxing as a hobby? Own a motorcycle alongside owning cars too?

The Wattpad f*ck boy of their dreams 😑 I’ve literally SEEN countless Wattpad covers, some actually entitled ‘f*ck boy’ or with a fuckboyjungkook! tag, no joke!!!

Rumours because his blonde foreign, dancer, idol, older actress, tattoo artist girlfriends all can attest under oath to his ways, no wait it’s the random online account holders that can attest under oath due to their inside knowledge

No matter how often he shows himself to be a homebody. No matter how often over the years the members and Jungkook talk about how Jungkook likes to stay in. Jungkook saying he’d rather join in on other people’s plans as he’s not one to do much of left to his own devices. Namjoon saying Jungkook likes to stay at home and Hobi saying ‘he’ll go for Jimin’. Jungkook saying he stays in and when given Netflix suggestions says he’s watched them all, used to stay in and play video games, draw and create etc it’s not enough to shift certain people’s mindset because his outward appearance sets it in stone for them. Oh that and his FICTIONAL music videos where he holds a woman’s hand and starts at another woman’s forehead

When the camera is rolling for the MV character, the pop idol

When the camera isn’t rolling for the MV character but to capture the man Jeon Jungkook

There are so many side to this young man who has an aesthetic expression that people will not get over.

Curteous

Kind and respectful

Loving

Tender and caring

Cute. Sorry Jungkook you are a grown man, yes, but still so damn cute!

You’re right in my opinion anon but I will say one thing…

You said: ‘It’s like he’s not enough for them […]’

I say: He’s too much for them, so they have to simplify him to a caricature because him as a whole is someone they can never appreciate, how he deserves to be appreciated. Him as a whole can’t be the person they’ve deemed their fantasy or enemy.

Thank you for your ask😊! As you can tell I needed to get that out and you gave me the opportunity 🙈

💜

#Jungkook #Anonymous Asks #Jikook

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tell-me-a-tale-that-tells · 4 months ago

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GREEN BRIGHT FUTURE

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Summary:

Request fulfilled for FlawlessMage!

I really hope you like this!

Notes:

"Hello!

I was wondering if you could write a Bruno x reader story?

Where his partner is a beautiful girl, younger than Bruno, everyone in the village loves her and everyone knows without any prediction that she will have a wonderful life. By the way, the girl is totally in love with the man and admires him every day. Unlike everyone else, she wouldn’t be afraid of Bruno’s strength, but would find it incredible to be able to do so. Sometimes Bruno would think it’s all just a joke, but everyone in his family is trying to make her realize that she’s in love with her.Please give that sweet, cinnamon roll-man a happy, fluff fiction! Thank you so much! I hope you have a pleasant day!"

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You strolled down the main street of the village, the warm sun kissed your lovely features.

Encanto was always bustling with life, people busy building new houses or doing restorations, younglings running around playing their favourite games, someone was singing and playing the guitar along with his friends providing cheerful background music.

As you walked towards the main plaza you waved and greeted every person that you encountered, you were well-loved by everyone, being a kind and nice girl it was easy to like you.

"Buenos Dias, señora Rojas!" You said to the little old woman knitting on the porch of her house.

"Y/N! Buenos Dias to you! The ruana you asked me to sew is almost finished, my dear" she informed you.

"Thank you so much segñora, Encanto would crumble to pieces without you!" You resume your walk as you heard the lady asking "But for who it's for?" And you refused to answer, a smile crept to your face without permission and a warming sensation spread to your chest.

Finally reached your destination, you checked your reflection in the wavy water of the fountain, flattened the folds of your dress and taking a deep breath you headed for the market, not because you had to buy something but you wanted to see someone you were sure was there.

Bruno Madrigal.

Some people still feared him but not you, it felt incredible at first because no one in the village would speak about him, worried about bringing bad luck even only calling his name.

However, you fell for him because you first saw the kindness and the cute awkwardness that made you love him so much.

His face lit up when he spotted you in the crowd.

"Y/N, you're here! I-I brought you the vision you asked, I'm sorry it's not clear as you probably hoped but...it's all I managed to do, I swear." he handed you a shining slab of thick green glass and started to pick at his clothes.

Engraved inside the transparent crystal you saw yourself smiling in front of the village church, waving your hand.

You smiled brightly at him feeling your cheeks warming up, thinking his powers were incredible.

"I'm sure that everyone already knew that your future will be full of happiness, it's what you deserve," he said before realising the words that came out his mouth.

You saw him blush furiously and before you could say anything or thank him, he pulled up the hood of his ruana and disappeared in the mob.

Bruno was cursing to himself on the way home, he hated how much he was inconsiderate in his usual rumblings.

When he was nervous he ran his mouth with so much speed that his brain didn't even catch up, he always felt so nervous around you and even if you two knew each other for a while the feeling was only intensifying.

You tried to follow Bruno through the flood of people but since you didn't succeed, you decided to return home.

You placed his glass vision on the little stand above your bedroom window sill, the sun shining through it tinted the ambient in a jade green light.

You wished that Bruno could see himself the way you saw him, even if your feelings were scary at first, you soon realized that you loved him more than anything, he was the reason you woke up early in the morning and why you always went out wearing your best dress, always walking in front of his Casita just hoping to see him.

Bruno was sitting on the stairs of his home when Mirabel passed by.

"Tìo Bruno, what's wrong?" She took place beside him, lowering the hood still covering his head.

"I'm just an awkward old man that lived with rats for 10 years, what do you expect?" He answered, avoiding watching his niece.

"No I mean, you're upset! Somebody was rough with you?" She bumped him with her shoulder.

"No, mi sobrina. There's a beautiful young woman that lived down the street...she's like grace incarnated. She's always kind to me but every time I see her, I just want to flee." He admitted.

Mirabel considered his words in silence.

"Maybe she likes you, tìo. Maybe you like her too!" She smiled at her bulletproof deduction.

Bruno laughter was full of sadness.

"She's just too educated to reject me like the rest of Encanto did for all my life, this is just some cruel game. Not from her! From...the universe, I don't know..." He explained in exaggerated vague gestures.

"Why don't you talk to her? Invite her over to dinner!" His niece proposed.

Bruno stood up abruptly like he was electrocuted, full of confidence.

"Sure! I go to her and I ask her to come here tomorrow and..." All his excitement vanished "...What if she says no?"

At that exact moment, Dolores and Camilo entered and having accidentally overheard the conversation, they offered their entirely casual help.

"Y/N, sure I know her! She likes eating Buñuelos and drinking sweet wine! " Dolores informed while her brother gave her a look.

"You don't know her, you just like to overhear what people say!" He admonished her, earning an elbow to his arm by Dolores.

"She always walks in front of Casita, Hermano. I know of who we're talking about and-" but she was interrupted by Mirabel.

"Tìo, I got the best idea!" And Bruno mumbled a weak "oh, no." to himself.

"Camilo, shapeshift into Y/N!" She chirped.

Before Bruno could stop his nephew he changed into you and even knowing that was Camilo the person in front of him, his eyes widen and his breath caught.

"It's easy, look at Y/N and ask her out," Dolores said.

"I won't ask out my nephew disguised as a young girl, now if you excuse me..." He said heartbrokenly before heading out of the house.

In the late afternoon, you were putting away the dried laundry still thinking about Bruno, your appetite was not enough for eating so you decided to go for a walk down to the river, just stopping by to señora Rojas to fetch your order.

As you emerged from the lush vegetation that lined the path that led to the river, your ear picked up what sounded like the sound of something falling repeatedly into the water.

Peering from behind a bush, you saw Bruno throwing stones, making them bounce on the surface of the river, your heart skipped a beat.

You were about to leave when you stepped on a branch that made an audible crackling sound, Bruno heard it and turned quickly, catching a glimpse of you.

"Please, don't leave Y/N!" he called as you stopped on your track.

You walked towards him with butterflies in your stomach, as he approached you one of his feet slipped on a wet stone.

You grabbed him from his ruana, out of instinct and pulled him to you, making your purse fall to the ground.

You stayed like that for a bit, watching each other in the eyes until a redness coloured yours and Bruno's cheeks alike and you let go of his clothing murmuring an excuse.

He crouched down to pick up your purse and you noticed a tear on the fabric on his shoulder.

"If that's not a fortune," you thought while he gave your purse back.

"Actually... I was looking for you" Bruno started "I was wondering if you wanted...no this is just a bad idea" he casted his eyes on his sandals.

Feeling courage you never felt before you reached for his face, lovingly cupping a cheek with your hand, he went rigid but leaned unconsciously.

"Whatever you want, it's a yes." You whispered.

Bruno stared at you, incredulous, he wanted to speak but the words kept knotting in his throat, he tried to swallow a few times without success.

You leaned in to give him a quick peck on the other cheek and he melted like butter.

"Bruno, I know it might be strange but...I love you. I admire your incredible strength, how much you care for your family, the kindness you have towards me and even the people that have wronged you in the past. You're incredible, Bruno Madrigal. There is no day when I don't think about you." You confessed with a trembling but sincere voice.

The man's eyes started watering "Is this real?" he whispered.

You nodded, he swept you up from the ground, hugging you tightly and spinning, laughing and crying for happiness.

Putting you back down he gently bumped his forehead with yours and brushed your noses together.

"Y/N, I realized that I love you too, for a long time now. I was scared that was just all my imagination b-because...you're younger than me and beautiful and you shine like a gem. I'm just a... I'm just an old man who sees the future and-" you stopped his cute studdering with a gentle kiss to his lips, carding your hands into his soft curly hair.

His breath itched but after a second of realization, he returned the kiss, placing his hands on your cheeks.

Everything stopped, you could not hear the sound of the river or the birds singing.

You took his hands then and headed back to the village, you learned that Bruno liked talking a lot about his passions and his family, swaying your joined hands while walking.

You gave him the ruana you brought from the old lady, it was black with bright green hourglasses embroidery and swirling patterns that remembered of sand in the wind.

He kissed you again with joy.

At the crossroads leading to your house, you stopped "Bruno, what were you going to ask me before?"

"If tomorrow you wanted to come over to mi casita for dinner with my familia." He replied.

"I'll be there" you answered back, giving him a peck on his left cheek before he leaves.

"Bruno!" You called and as he turned you saw his eyes widen.

"Goodnight!" You said waiving.

He stood there, in disbelief, because you were standing right in front of the church, waiving with your hand and with a great smile on your face.

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#ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #archive of our own #encanto #bruno magridal #bruno madrigal x reader #fluff

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sluttywonwoo · 1 year ago

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instead of you [part nineteen] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, reader has emetophobia, mentions of sex (mdni)

word count: 4.7k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

series masterlist | early access to the next chapter on ko-fi

“Why not?”

“You’re asking me why I can’t admit to wanting to kiss you?”

“Who said I wanted to kiss you?”

He was backtracking, trying to dig himself out of a hole that he’d already buried himself in. He cocked an eyebrow at you, somehow still arrogant in the midst of vulnerability. You called his bluff.

“I’m not stupid.”

He leaned away from you, a fraction of an inch. “I never said you were.”

You refrained from rolling your eyes. “Don’t act like you were testing me, like you had Jisung’s best interest in mind.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that for an actor you’re surprisingly transparent. No one leans that close to a person’s face for no reason. You were going to kiss me and now you’re trying to play it off like you were just testing me to see if I’d cheat on my boyfriend,” you paused for a beat, wondering if you could turn it around on him. “Because I was testing you, and you failed. Horribly.”

Minho blinked. “You’re fucking with me.”

“Does it look like I’m fucking with you?”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “I can’t tell.”

“Guess you’ll never know.”

“Guess so…” he trailed off, settling back into his own seat.

The moment was gone, dissipated along with the breath you’d been holding. It was like the tight line of tension running between you, inexplicably tying you to each other, had been given an inch of slack. It was still there, buried under layers and layers of repression and guilt, but subdued.

You couldn’t tell if you were relieved or disappointed. You didn’t want to admit to yourself that it was likely a bit of both.

Suddenly the bus lurched around a corner, sending you flying into Minho in an cruel, ironic twist of fate. Your head landed in his lap. As if that wasn’t bad enough, a speed bump caused your head to bounce up and come down back onto his thighs, face planting into his crotch again. You didn’t even want to think about what it looked like to the people across from you. This was not how you envisioned his dick pressing into your cheek would go.

Minho winced, helping you sit up. There was a tiny dark spot on his jeans, damp from where your open mouth had left an imprint on the fabric.

Mortified didn’t even begin to describe what you were feeling.

“Are you ok?” Minho asked, seeming totally unphased by the series of events that had just taken place. He was holding your shoulders like you’d run if he let go. He did a quick scan of your body, looking for marks as if you’d been hit by a car and not simply tossed into another human being.

“Fine, just absolutely humiliated,” you sighed, rubbing your cheek.

“Don’t be.”

“Well too late, I already am. And, uh, sorry about… that.”

Minho followed your gaze to the wet patch on his jeans. “Oh, don’t worry about it. It happens.”

“Does it though?”

He shrugged. “Seemed like the right thing to say.”

You slumped down in your seat, pinching the bridge of your nose. Minho brought his hands to his lap and turned to look out the window.

“Are you okay?” you heard yourself ask just moments later. “I mean,” your eyes flicked down to where his hands were resting on his lap. You thought he might have been holding himself in pain, but then you realized-

“Fine,” he answered through gritted teeth, and that was the end of the conversation.

The next stop was Mt. Fuji’s 5th station, another lookout- this time on the mountain, that provided an even better view. You felt a little dumb for taking all of those pictures at the first stop but then remembered what Jisung had said about sending him lots of photos and relaxed a little.

This stop also served as the lunch break. Meals were provided to guests that had added the option on their tickets. The Hans had elected not to spring for the included meal, leaving you and Minho to fend for yourselves. They invited you to join them at a noodle shop inside the station, but you declined, opting to use the time to explore and find something on your own.

More time alone, you thought to yourself. Great idea. The day wasn’t even half over and you’d already had a close call. Too close of a call. Was it really that hard to control yourself around your best friend’s brother? What was wrong with you? Maybe it’d be easier if he wasn’t such a fucking tease. Regardless, you needed to have a little more self-restraint.

The break period was only about an hour long and then you’d be driving to the next stop so you had to be quick.

You walked with Minho through the narrow passageways, nearly breaking into a jog to keep up with him. There were only three or four restaurants in the surrounding area, narrowing your selection down by a lot.

“Looks like our choices are kind of similar,” Minho said as he scanned the menu on the wall of the third restaurant you’d stopped in front of.

“Here seems as good of a place as any.”

It was relatively busy inside, but you and Minho were able to find a little corner table out of the way. You figured these places must make a fortune, seeing as there was so little competition and dozens of buses full of hungry tourists came through each day.

The exterior of the building was painted black, as were the walls inside to absorb heat. There were floor-to-ceiling windows on either side of the dining room, showing off the breathtaking view of the mountain range in the near distance.

“What sounds good to you?” Minho asked, leaning over the table to see your menu even though he had one right in front of him.

“Seems like everyone’s ordering soup,” you mumbled and nodded to the tables closest to you to prove your point. “I guess that does sound kind of good, especially because it’s so cold up here.”

“We could order a couple different kinds and share?” he suggested.

“Yeah, okay,” you agreed nervously.

You might as well share soup with your best friend’s brother that you almost kissed just an hour prior. Yeah, makes perfect sense.

Minho ordered for both of you when the server noticed you were ready. You watched him effortlessly make conversation with the waiter, cracking jokes like he’d known the man his entire life, and it made you think of Jisung. Jisung who always ordered for you, Jisung who counted the dishes he ordered on his fingers to keep track of them, Jisung who made friends in every situation he found himself in.

“What?” Minho asked, yanking you from your thoughts.

You hadn’t even realized you’d been staring.

“Nothing, sorry.”

“You okay? You didn’t hit your head earlier, did you?”

“I’m fine,” you insisted, rolling your eyes. “Thanks for ordering for me.”

“Oh, you’re welcome. I noticed Jisung always orders for you so I just assumed you might’ve had some anxiety when it comes to that.”

“I do, yeah.” you admitted. “But it’s just something he’s always done for me, even before we started dating.”

The word dating seemed to snap Minho back to reality and he leaned away from you, straightening his posture and seeming to take great interest in the napkin in front of him.

“That’s sweet,” he muttered, sounding completely unconvinced.

“He can be when he wants to be. Shocking, I know.”

After lunch you took a walk around the lookout together, pointing out different signs with Japanese characters and trying to guess what they meant. Minho had paid for both of your meals, unsurprisingly, and you hadn’t even put up a fight. You already knew he wouldn’t let you pay for your own if you tried, slapping his card down on top of the bill before the server had even left the table.

You were listening to Minho talk about why he thought a sign by the bus stop said ‘no baseballs’ when you felt your phone buzz in your back pocket. Minho had given it to you on the bus so you could listen to music on the ride up the mountain and you just hadn’t remembered to give it back to keep in his bag.

It was a text from Jisung. Minho stopped talking as soon as he noticed you weren’t paying attention to him anymore.

How is everything? Haven’t heard from you all morning! Send a pic of you and Minho when you can :)

“Ji wants us to send a picture.”

“Of what?”

“Of us.”

“Us? Like, both of us?” Minho asked, looking as confused as you felt.

You shrugged. “I guess he wants to make sure we haven’t killed each other yet.”

He nodded in understanding. “Proof of life photo, got it.”

“Where should we-” you paused, looking around for the best place to snap a selfie.

“Well we should get the mountains in the background, right?”

“Yeah, good idea. Let’s go over there.” You pointed in the direction of a cluster of benches gathered at the ledge of the mountain where people were taking pictures with their families.

The section was fenced off to prevent guests from falling off the face of the cliff, but that wasn’t stopping kids from climbing the railings or couples sitting on top of them. You settled for simply leaning against it, not trusting yourself enough to balance your weight on top of it.

“Here, you have longer arms,” you said, offering your phone to Minho.

He took it without argument and extended his arm so that both of you were in the frame. You’d forgotten that he was a practiced expert at taking selfies. You wondered how many phone cameras he knew how to use just from snapping pictures with fans at every event he attended.

You weren’t sure how close to stand to him, or what to do with your hands. You leaned towards him, not touching, and smiled awkwardly. You weren’t doing anything wrong at that very moment, so why did you feel so guilty? Minho snapped a couple photos and was about to hand the phone back when you were interrupted.

“Do you want me to take a photo of you?” a woman with a thick German accent asked. “You know, couple? I take photo for you, and you take photo of me with my family?”

You were about to politely decline, correct her, and just offer to take the picture of her family, but Minho was already handing the phone over. You were going to kill him.

Minho slung his arm around your shoulders like it was the most normal thing in the world and you forced yourself to wrap yours around his waist, resting your head on his chest as you bit the inside of your cheek. You could hear his heartbeat if you listened closely. It was steady, rhythmic. Not at all panicked or rushed like you were sure your own was. You faked a smile and waited until the camera stopped clicking before letting yourself breathe again.

Minho thanked the woman and traded places with her, taking a few pictures of her with her family while you paced anxiously in the background. You checked the time on your phone, wondering if it was time to go yet when you realized you still needed to text Jisung back.

You scrolled through your gallery, selecting all the pictures the nice lady had taken of you and Minho. Your finger hovered over the delete button, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to press it. You hit cancel, sighing in defeat.

You opened your messages again and stared at the blinking cursor. You flipped through the options on your camera roll, unsure of what to do. At the very least, you knew you couldn’t send one of the pictures the woman had taken to Jisung. He probably wouldn’t even question it, the pose was normal enough for friends, but then again what if he did? You couldn’t risk it.

You chose one of the selfies Minho had taken and hit send, promptly locking your phone as soon as you saw it was delivered.

“We have to get back on the bus.”

You looked at the time on your phone and then back at Minho, squinting in confusion. “We still have a couple minutes before we’re supposed to leave.”

“No, that woman’s son started talking about K-pop when I was taking their picture.” You glanced over your shoulder and saw the family huddled together, all indiscreetly staring at you and Minho.

“Don’t look!” he hissed. “Come on.”

He tugged you by the arm until your feet caught up with you and you were able to walk in step with him.

“They recognized you?”

“The little boy did. I don’t know if the others believed him.” You were tempted to look back, but you knew you’d probably be yelled at again. As if Minho could read your thoughts, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. “Keep your head down.”

“I don’t get it, doesn’t this happen to you all the time?” you asked. “What’s the big deal?”

“It doesn’t happen to me all the time, and when it does it’s usually not a big deal,” he explained as he ushered you up the steps of the coach. You shuffled your way to your seats, nodding in acknowledgment at his parents as you passed them. You got to the row first so you took the window seat. It was easier than having to shuffle around. “I don’t mind taking pictures with fans or signing things for them most of the time. It can get annoying, but I try to remember that I’m incredibly lucky to be in the position I’m in in the first place. And I’m just like them when it comes to football players and golfers, anyway.” You chuckled. “I’m serious! I stumble over my words when I meet them, and my hands are shaky when I ask them for an autograph- I’m a fucking mess. But we already had one close call this week with someone seeing you alone with me. Twice is asking for it.”

“Asking for what?”

“Rumors, articles, blog posts- I don’t even want to think about it.”

“I don’t think that little boy is going to start any rumors about us,” you said.

“You don’t understand.” Minho was serious, something you weren’t used to seeing from him. “It’s not that simple. Someone from that family posts a picture on Instagram, they tag me and they see you standing next to me. My fans… can be really invested in my personal life. And they’ll want to know who you are because they think we might be dating. That’s why I told you to keep your head down so they wouldn’t be able to see your face.”

“But guys and girls can be friends,” you reasoned.

“It’s the internet, y/n. No one cares. I’m seen alone with a woman and suddenly everyone wants to know everything about her from her high school GPA to who her mother voted for in the last presidential election.”

Oh. Ok, maybe Minho was right and this was a bit serious. Your social media wasn’t the worst there was out there, but it certainly wasn’t the cleanest per se… you had a whole story highlight dedicated to you and Jisung competing to see who could down a shot the fastest. Yeah, you were those people at parties. And even though you lost most of the time, you could already imagine the things people would say about it.

“I didn’t realize you were so popular,” was all you could say.

Minho chuckled bitterly. “I try not to advertise it.”

“I can see why.”

“It’d be hell for you to be associated with me.”

“I kind of already am,” you pointed out. Minho gave you a blank look as if he didn’t know what you meant. “Through your brother.”

“Right, Jisung.” Minho sighed, leaning back in his seat. “I don’t know what he’d do to me if you got tangled up in all this bullshit.”

“You’re always saying shit like that. Jisung is pretty harmless, you know.”

Minho shook his head in disagreement. “You only think that because you’re wearing rose-colored glasses when it comes to him.”

“That’s not true!”

“Oh, come on, yes it is.”

“We were friends for years before we started dating! I haven’t always seen him romantically.”

“Still, you haven’t known him as long as I have.”

“Well you have on… whatever the opposite of rose-colored glasses when it comes to him because you’re related to him!” you argued. “He can barely hold me on top of him- don’t ask how I know that.” Minho pursed his lips, suppressing a smirk. He’d clearly been about to ask. “I’m just saying I think you could take him.”

“I’m flattered, but I think you’re forgetting how protective he can be,” he protested. “Has he never gotten jealous?” Minho pressed, his body rocking slightly as the bus began to move. He stabilized himself against the seat in front of him, looking at you expectantly. “He’s never been possessive of you?”

You bit your bottom lip, trying to decipher whether or not this was a test. Did Minho suspect anything? Was he just being nosy or did he think there was something you were lying about. Was he trying to get dirt on his brother, prove to you that he’s not a good boyfriend? You weren’t sure what to think. You scrambled for something, running through your memories as you tried to piece together a story with fragments of half-truths.

“There were a couple of times…” you admitted, trying to even your breathing to sound more natural. “Like this one time, we were at a bar and this guy was trying to buy me a drink while he was in the bathroom and when he came back he just kinda came up to us and wrapped an arm around my waist and the dude fucked off.”

What had actually happened, was a guy tried to buy you a drink while Jisung was in the bathroom and you agreed, asking him to buy one for your friend Ji too. You let the dude assume it was short for Jisoo or whatever and entertained him while the bartender mixed the cocktails. As soon as you saw Jisung emerge from the bathroom you took both the drinks and ditched the man the second his back was turned. You presented your best friend with one of the drinks and toasted the man who bought them for you, clinking your glasses together in celebration. After you downed them, Jisung pulled you onto the dance floor with him, telling you to follow his lead. He made sure the stranger was watching and then kissed you hard right in front of him. You took it a step further, slipping your tongue into your best friend’s mouth and cupping his face between your hands. When you came up for air the man was walking out the door with a scowl on his face.

“Another time before we started dating he dropped me off on a date with another person, and wouldn’t even let me walk into the restaurant when he saw the guy through the window.”

That was true, but the real reason he didn’t let you go into the restaurant was because he knew the guy from one of his classes and had overheard him talking about how bi girls are freakier in bed which is why he actively sought them out.

“So I guess you’re right, he’s always been protective of me, even when we were just friends. But I don’t think he’d hurt anyone. He might say something brutal, but he wouldn’t swing at you unless he’s defending himself.”

“Well, I don’t want to take any chances.”

You thought Minho would be satisfied with your answers, but you couldn’t tell from the expression on his face.

You sat in silence for the rest of the bus ride to the next stop. There was that tension again. You curled into yourself, bringing your knees to your chest and pressing yourself against the window as you pulled your phone out of your pocket to text Jisung back.

J: dorks ;) looks like you’re having fun. love you!

Y: it’s ok i guess… would be better if you were here

J: that’s because everything’s better when i’m there

Y: nvm i take it back

J: rude

Y: how are you feeling??

J: just ok :/ mum sent lix and i some soup, but i couldn’t keep it down

J: sorry, i shouldn’t have said that part

Y: it’s ok

J: no it’s not- i know how you feel about that stuff

Y: ji, i promise it’s fine.

J: if you say so…

Y: i do

Y: btw… minho was asking if you’re ever get jealous

J: why

Y: idk it was weird- i told him about that time at the club near campus

You hoped he remembered which time you were talking about. You flirted with a lot of people for free booze.

J: i remember that night

Oh, so he did remember. Or he was bluffing just in case Minho was reading over your shoulder. You checked discreetly, sneaking a glance over at his brother. But Minho was scrolling through Twitter, completely in his own world.

J: did you tell him about what i did to you when we left >:)

Y: he’s not reading these, dumbass. you don’t have to do all that

J: i was referring to spilling my slushie down the front of your dress idk what you’re talking about

Y: i can’t stand you

“Hey, y/n.” You jumped at the sound of Minho’s voice, clutching your phone to your chest protectively. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. It’s just, we’re here.”

You hadn’t even realized the bus had stopped, but passengers were already getting off, eager to see the mountain from yet another view. Minho slid out of the row and stepped back to let you off in front of him.

“Where are your parents?” you wondered aloud as you passed their empty row.

“Guess they ditched us again,” Minho sighed. “Really loving this family trip. Not that hanging out with you isn’t cool and all,” he amended.

“It’s fine, I get it,” you assured him. “Except I’m going to take it very personally and give you the silent treatment for the rest of the day.”

He shook his head but laughed. You followed the rest of the tourists in your group who were getting into a fast-moving line and joined them at the end. You and Minho had been the last two on the bus so there wasn’t anyone else behind you.

You weren’t even sure what you were in line for, hell, you didn’t even know where you were, but men in beige coveralls were ushering the queue forward impatiently. They gave directions mostly through hand signals, pointing, thumbs up, thumbs down, probably so guests from all around the world could easily understand them.

Before you could even understand what was happening you were enclosed in a cable car that was ascending God knows how high with Minho and one other couple. They looked to be in their seventies, and were speaking Vietnamese to each other, completely oblivious to the seven stages of grief you were going through on the other side of the car.

“Minho” you whispered.

“I know,” he murmured back. He looked quite pale himself, but you knew it likely had more to do with being concerned about you than anything else. He hurriedly glanced around the tiny cabin as if there might be something in there that could help you.

“Minho,” you repeated, this time with more urgency.

“I-I” he paused, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know this was part of the tour. I didn’t mean for- if I had known I would’ve suggested we stay back.”

“I feel sick,” you mumbled.

“Let’s sit down.”

Minho tried to cross the car over to you, but his movement caused the gondola to shake. You barely managed to muffle a scream of terror with your fist. The car swung violently on the wire and you suddenly wondered how up to code these cable cars were. When was the last time they had been inspected? How old were they in the first place?

If you looked closely you could see rust corroding some of the bolts and paint chipping from the benches. It took everything in you not to collapse to the floor and assume fetal position.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Minho apologized. “I’m going to move again, okay?”

“No, please don’t!” you begged.

“I have to! I have to move to get over to you. It’ll just be one more time, I promise.”

You nodded, even though you were dreading it and screwed your eyes shut, bracing yourself for the rocking. The jolt was bigger than you expected and for a moment you thought the cable had snapped and you were plummeting towards the ground, but when you opened your eyes you were still moving steadily upward and Minho was by your side.

“Why did you jump!” you cried. “We could’ve died!”

God bless him for his patience. He wasn’t even phased by your accusations, instead he just took you by the hands and eased you onto the bench behind you, sitting next to you a moment later.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry,” you groaned, wiping your sweaty palms on your hands.

“Nothing to be sorry for.”

“That’s not true, I yelled at you.”

“I’ve had worse, trust me.”

He was trying to make you laugh, but you were still terrified out of your mind. Your whole body was trembling and your stomach was twisting with nausea. You were trying not to look down, but the whole cabin was made of glass. It was impossible not to look, and closing your eyes only made you feel sicker.

“Want to hold my hand like last time?” Minho offered.

You were quick to accept, grabbing his hand as soon as it was outstretched.

“I’m sorry my palms are clammy.”

“Mine are too, it’s okay,” he assured you, even though they were completely dry.

You squeezed his hand hard, just like you had on the rollercoaster. But it wasn’t making you feel any better.

“Minho, I’m scared.”

“I know, y/n. It’s okay though. You’re safe with me. I’ve got you, I promise. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

“How can you say that?” you whined, eyes darting around to all of the windows. “You can’t control whether or not we fall out of the sky!”

You suddenly felt horribly guilty for the other couple trapped in the cable car with you. They were probably just trying to enjoy their vacation and there you were having a mental breakdown thousands of feet in the air with nowhere for them to escape to.

Minho laughed despite himself and used his free hand to grab your face, turning your attention to him.

“Hey, look at me, okay? Don’t look out the windows. Just focus on me.”

“Okay,” you gulped.

You focused on his face. On the way his soft features hardened around the edges. His sharp jawline and perfect nose, easing into the light blush of his cheeks and warm, brown eyes. The dichotomy was striking, and the late afternoon sun that was shining in through the dirty glass made him look angelic. The way the light cast a golden halo around his curls was enough to draw anyone and you found yourself leaning closer and closer to his face.

You were the one to kiss him this time, but he more than reciprocated. The moment your lips touched he was tangling a hand in your hair, groaning softly against your mouth. His lips were just as warm and soft as you remembered, but the kiss was a million times more damning. You were both completely sober, even if you’d been consumed by terror moments earlier. You knew what you were doing. You both did. And you had the first time, but now there was no excuse.

You pulled away a moment later. “I-I’m sorry. I just had to see…”

Minho brought a hand up to your face and you flinched, but all he did was run a thumb across your cheek, collecting a stray tear on his fingertip. You hadn’t even noticed you’d started crying, and whether it was from fear or guilt you couldn’t be sure.

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twigs-sprigs · 1 year ago

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YOU CANT JUST PUT A PERFECTLY GOOD ANGSTY AU CONTINUATION AND N O T ELABORATE

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The darklies kids

Hngn

Ok but honest question sorry for being stoopid is the darklies kids group sometbing that happens after the initial “final” battle in the PA au? And how do they meet Lloyd?

If these four are the focus of the continuing PA au, then are the other ninja just off doin their own thing?

Again sorry if this sound stupid I am… actually stupid

HHUDWJDW I HOPE THIS CLEARS UP ANY CONFUSION I MAY HAVE CAUSED ON PA AND RPA. your questions aren't stupid at all!!! as for your questions! yes! the darkleys kids do end up taking the main role in pa for the time being (part 2). after the "final" battle of part 1, lloyd is found to be alive and rescued by zane, who helps him keep a low profile. lloyd meets brad because he's a barista at the coffee shop lloyd frequents, brad takes a liking to lloyd (unknowing of his troubled past) and lloyd meets sally and gene thru brad. things somewhat go downhill from there. the ninja take a step back as they are kidnapped by the overlord-possessed brad in part 2, but they return to the focus in the part 3 i have yet to work on. and about the three aus, i do *not* plan to make them all into fics or anything like that, as that would be way too challenging for me and i simply do not have the time to do so, as passionate i am about them, and as much as i'd love to. i would be happy to post about them from time to time though! like, little bits and pieces. you can send asks about them, but i do not guarantee an answer all the time, as making long written posts about it all proves very exhausting! not to say i wouldn't love to see any questions you all have! it's just that i can't exactly say for sure i'll answer each and every one! (still would love to see tho!! :D) hope this clears stuff up! (OH! and also!! P.A. and the two R.P.A.s both have tags! if you want to look through i'll leave them both (the rpas share a tag) down there, but remember that most of the info about pa is unreliable, since i have changed a lot about the au since i made a majority of the posts about it)

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look, guys, i know that farleigh isn't the main character in saltburn and is supporting cast at best, but truth is—i’d loved if they’d explored the queer and racial aspects of his character because there’s a lot of material there that they could’ve worked with. god, how i would’ve loved if they’d just given him five more minutes of screen time for that. but just like in the plot, no one really cares about farleigh, do they? because it’s not his story and it’s not his house.

but like- theres just so much to say about a queer and colored character in 2006-2007, y’know? at that point in time, being queer and colored was still seen as horrible and something to make fun of. and, like, farleigh is so extra, somewhat effeminate and just downright scandalously fashionable for an era where men were severely toxically masculine and wore double popped collars and relatively simple clothes. i’m sorry but… you’re telling me that nobody ever said anything about this man?

not only that, but he’s a black/mixed man in a predominately white university/space. i mean, huh? people were massively racist in 2006-2007, especially in places like britain (and you can’t tell me otherwise because we all know it’s true).

but, sure, let’s entertain the possibility that he might be in the closet, okay? yeah, whatever, i don’t care. but the doors are glass!! not even opaque glass or something like that, they’re plain see-through, transparent glass doors.

no one, NO ONE said anything? and he’s still popular as fuck just because he was felix’s cousin? people still talked shit about oliver at oxford even when he was felix’s friend but we never heard a single thing about farleigh. and that may be because he wasn’t given enough screen time for that, but it doesn’t matter.

what i’m trying to say is that they had so much material and they wasted it by not making the movie about him.

#they really missed a big opportunity #they don’t deserve my boy farleigh #and i said all of this from the perspective of a queer and colored man who studies art history and sociology #i know what i’m talking about #also i’m going insane over this movie #i’ve seen it 3 times in 2 days already #good god what am i doing #saltburn #saltburn film #farleigh start #saltburn farleigh #farleigh saltburn #saltburn 2023 #archie madekwe #vinnie.txt

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glaciertea · 6 months ago

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Masterlist here~

Tales the Songs Weave

Ch.10<< >>Ch.12

CW: PinV, smut, light bondage, oral sex, all that fun jazzy smut

Chapter 11: Same Way that my Whole World's in Your Eyes...

Word count: 6K

It wasn't much. A nice kitchen that was barely touched. Clothes, tools, and other technology pieces were scattered about the floor. His bedroom had one dresser, with the solitary turntable and records you gifted him decorating it, and a gigantic California king bed. There was a long pane glass window in his main living and bedroom overlooking the twinkling lights of Nueva York.

Truly a magnificent sight to behold.

You both decided to just relax on his provisional bed, laying on your backs and staring at the ceiling. It was past midnight, and neither one of you could fall asleep.

“You know, Miggy, I've been meaning to ask, what do you do to relax? Besides coming over to my place.” You propped yourself on your elbows, turning your attention on to his bright, red eyes.

“Huh. Well, let's see. I enjoy–I do enjoy listening to music. Going to the park where we met. Side note, why were you there so late?”

"I wanted to clear my head. The park is only ten minutes away from my building, so I decided to just go. Why did you go?”

“Something told me to go. I guess gut instinct? I usually try to use my head more, but it won that round.”

You crawled and perched yourself on his chest, lightly stroking his face. “I'm glad it won.”

“I'm glad it did too.” His arms linked around your waist.

“Now, back to the matter at hand, is that all you like to do? Music and the occasional trip to the park?”

Miguel pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek. “I… I can't think of anything else. I don't really have unlimited days and hours to do things I enjoy.”

“What about right now?”

His face twisted into a pensive daze. It barely crosses his mind that he appoints days for you. How prominent you're in his mind–that you capture so much of him.

“Huh. Well, I guess you can count this.”

“We can move on from this subject if you'd like.” Your forehead was placed on his.

“Quiero hablar de esto. It's okay, mi Luna. In a way, you're right. I see visiting you as a customary routine. That it's etched into another part of my day, but moments I profoundly enjoy.”

Miguel turned to the glass opening, concentrating on the artificial blinking lights that engulfed the world.

“But is it wrong to say I feel guilty?”

“Guilty when you leave your work?” You buried your head in his chest.

“I can't pinpoint the exact reason, or maybe I do. When I don't return, the burden dissolves but also manages to clutch onto that trepidation.”

“Miggy, are you still talking about your job?” You peered up at him.

Miguel leans his head back, vacancy plastering his face. “But does it truly wane? There's so much wrong, so many errors that I can't rectify, that I start to believe—no, do believe—I'm not worth…”

Miguel draws to you a solemnity that glosses over.

“Miguel?” You clamp your palms on the sides of his jawline.

“I'm sorry, mi corazón. I got lost in thought.”

“Are you okay? It sounded as if it was haunting your mind.”

“Haunting?”

You nodded. “Your eyes glazed over, fixed on something. You masked a stony facade, but your eyes had this faint, bleak, and ghastly look. What were you going to say? Do you believe you're not worth what?”

He averted back to the transparent window, a steady sigh spilling out. “That I'm not worth it. That I-I… shouldn't belong. That I'm this rancorous being with little to give. This monster that consumes others and brings them down."

You deadpanned for a moment, then slowly a choleric expression replaced it. Pressing his cheeks together until his lips puckered, you roughly placed your forehead on his.

“Don't you ever say that about yourself! You are worth every second, every minute, every hour, and every day! You aren't a monster; you are this amazing man who does his damndest to do good and to give so much to everyone and everything, and I want this man to do the same for himself! I want my star to see that he is just as bright and wanted as the others!”

Your heart drummed uncontrollably. Miguel was stunned at your sudden, blazing obstinacy.

“I-I'm sorry. I didn't-” He was left shell-shocked.

Having someone be passionate about how he perceives himself was an unconventional circumstance for him. He's so used to the belittling and snide remarks from others that all forms of positivity are out of the ordinary.

“Don't be sorry, Miggy. Well, you can tell yourself sorry. Don't talk down on yourself when you're far, far from those things. Do you understand?”

“Si. Si, mi Luna. Ay… ¿Qué hice para que alguien tan maravilloso como tú descienda a mi vida?”

“French! I took French!”

“Yes, yes, you did.” Miguel flipped you over, garnering a squeal from you.

He compressed a bit of his weight on your body and kissed your lips over and over before lingering for a few seconds.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”

“Any chance you can get.” You enfolded your arms around his broad shoulders.

“Then I'll keep saying it. You are beautiful, my moon. How you adorn life and the ones around you, no matter where you go, you illuminate the paths with a glow that will never fade.”

A croaking screech belted from you, and your eyes began to well up with tears.

“Mi Luna, you okay?”

“Yes! I'm okay! Just caught–caught off guard.” You planted your face on the side of his neck.

Then that fragrance smacked him. He removed his hands from your sides, digging his claws into the sheets. He groaned, doing his best to control himself.

“Miggy? Alright, there is something going on, and I'm getting anxious. This is the third time you have had this… reaction. What's wrong, mi Estrella?”

‘You should be ashamed, you sick pervert.’ It was one of the only sentences echoing in his conscious. ‘She is going to be appalled by your disgusting ways.’ Was one of the only assumptions he was falling for.

Yet, when he peers into those eyes, all he sees is earnest empathy. That you’ll take the time to understand, no matter what is propelled in your direction.

Despite the destructive beliefs he holds, he will let you in.

One string lies dormant.

“I-I… Since I have these enhanced... complications, I'm able to–I'm able to smell when you're about to... start your cycle?” He winced, his voice drawing out.

“Oh. You know, I think the app I have said I'm supposed to start in the next few days.” You rubbed your chin, closing one eye, as your brain tried to remember.

“I- you're not mad about that?”

“No, why would I? You're basically like a personalized, super-scent humanoid app. Ah, that sounds bad when I put it into those terms.”

“Ay, no, no, I understand what you're trying to say.”

Miguel gritted his teeth, avoiding your stare as he demeaned himself for a request he wanted. Despite him sparing no effort to shy away, you realized his chagrined feeling.

You wanted to help him. You would just have to leave earlier to make a pit-stop over to a pharmacy, but it'll be all worth it.

“How does it affect you? I mean, I can take a gander, but I just want to be a hundred percent about it.”

“I just get so tense, and my blood boils to the point I can't even control myself. That's why earlier on the roof, I almost bit you because your aroma was so strong. Well, if you're about to start, that's probably the reason why.”

You gnawed on your bottom lip, enquiring about your options.

“Off.” You simply commanded and patted his chest.

Confused, he creased his brows before following your instructions. His mind began to scramble, disconcerted by what exactly you were masterminding.

Sitting up, you flung your legs around his, straddling on them. “So, if I'm understanding this correctly, you basically get hot and bothered?”

You swept your thumbs against his digital suit. “And you need to have it taken care of? A sort of intervention?”

Interested in where this was headed, even though he caught the implications, he tightened his lips, not daring his mouth to open, and bowed his head.

“Well, if I'm causing this stimulation, then I should be the one to help, right?”

While leisurely caressing his thighs, you hypothetically watch his form for any minor differences. Rather, it may be from facial expressions to the body itself.

“Si. But, mi Luna, don't do this because you feel obligated to. I want you to be just as comfortable, and I don't want to-”

“Get rid of it.”

That dour attitude lunged out of nowhere. Miguel was keenly aware of how precisely doting you can get for your feelings for him, but never so frank with it.

“Corazón, are you sure?”

A roguish grin spread on your lips. You inched your hands towards his not-so-discreet bulge, your digits brushing against the fabric, concealing it.

“Is this answering your question?” You pressed your pointer finger on it, leaving feather-like touches around the outline.

Miguel sharply sucked in a gulp of air, your eyes enthralling him as if you were a siren.

A siren he will follow until the end of the universe.

“Remove the suit for me, Miggy. Let me help you.” You bent over right up to his ear.

“Let me worship you.” Your warm breath tickled his earlobe and part of his neck.

No hesitation; he got rid of his gear from neck to toe. Body burning with desires for you and what you were cooking up.

Your devilish grin dropped a bit, ogling at Miguel. You both haven't done anything explicitly sexual in your relationship, minus the few heated makeout sessions that usually lead to Miguel's shirt being thrown in a corner, but that's how far you would go.

It was mostly due to you being afraid you would be inadequate for someone like him.

And the same went for Miguel.

You bug-eyed at his size. You often daydreamed about how endowed he was. You were acutely aware that he was going to be large and highly telling due to his dimensions, yet being face-to-face with it was a new ballgame.

A drop of sweat trickled down to your cheek as you visibly gulped. Miguel, alerted, began to materialize his suit back on when a hiss revealed itself to him.

You groped him in your hand, pumping up and down in a steady rhythm.

“No. Don't. I'm just not used to something this big, but I'm not backing down from this, oh no, mi Estrella. I'm going to take this one head first.”

You slyly winked as your pace kept that firm pattern, your lips licking at the sight of him. He belonged in a museum. You felt so selfish, hoarding this sculptured man away from everyone, although you craved to keep him all to yourself.

Miguel bit his lip, grunting through his teeth at your soft yet strong grip. “Joder, Luna mía, no sabes cuánto tiempo llevo queriendo sentir tus delicadas y suaves manos sobre mí de esta manera.”

Groaning out, he dipped his head back, his hips bucking with your strokes.

“There you go, mi Estrella, let loose, my love.”

The only light to shine through was the city. You took in how the dazzling hues melded into a bewitching array over his chest and parts of his face.

You always inquired about how you were blessed with him.

Picking up speed, you adored every appearance his face created as you continued to work your magic. Precum was leaking down, some slipping through your fingers as squelches from his self-made lubricant blessed both of your ears.

“There's so much, Miggy. How often do you think of me? Of us? Of your moon taking care of you?”

You squeezed, causing Miguel to violently toss his head back as your nails carefully scraped down his length.

“¡Mierda! So much, mi Luna, so, so much. Necesito tu boca, por favor, corazón, tus bonitos y tentadores labios a mi alrededor, mi luna. Ah–¡Por favor!”

“What was that, mi Estrella?” Your tone rang out with a melodic chirp. Your hand jerked in a wild, twisting motion as his manhood throbbed from the strain you were creating.

“Your mouth–fuck! I need that pretty little mouth. Por favor, mi Luna.” Miguel rasped out, enthralled at how you were already breaking him.

The cheeky grin never once left your lips. You tilted your head downward to view your handiwork, your other hand searching its way and latching onto the thick shaft.

You could barely cover it as your palms gyrated at different tempos. More drops of the clear substance dribbled out from the swollen tip. Miguel gritted his teeth, his fangs grazing the bottom of his gums from the sensations.

He hasn't felt this way in years. If not, better. Even when those previous one-night stands or self-pleasing himself indulged, it couldn't compete with your touch or swift motions. How delicate yet robust your hands moved, using every fiber to care for him and make him feel good.

And it only made him want you more.

“Mi Luna–Ah–please your- fuck–your mouth.” Miguel couldn't contain the hoarseness in his throat.

You eyeballed the phallus in your hands. The more you pumped, the further that tingle in between your thighs grew.

The veins popping out, the heat warming up your fingers with every stroke, and the flowing liquid from his heightened arousal. His musk emits, mixing with the scent of pure desires.

Your mouth watered as you still gripped the pulsating member. Your head was leaning down as your eyes faced his reddened head.

Moistening your lips, you kissed it. A shock coursed all over Miguel. He released a low, husky groan, his hips bucking more involuntarily.

“Mi Luna.”

“I see you, mi Estrella. I see you.”

Observing his face, you made sure he was receiving the pleasure he deserved.

Trailing light kisses from top to bottom and back up. You licked the tip, swirling your tongue at a slow speed. His talons shoved in the thin bedsheets and the firm mattress. He rumbled out a growl, preventing himself from just forcing you all the way down on him.

“Eso es todo- ah, corazón, más, necesito más.”

Miguel abruptly thrusted upward as you instinctively grasped his thighs to prevent yourself from tumbling over. Not wishing to tease him anymore, you gradually engulfed him, as drool immediately emanated from the corners of your lips.

“Corazón, yes, there you go, bebita. Just like that.” His eyes fluttered into the back of his skull.

You moaned from the sensations as you took each inch at a deliberately methodical rate. You had to have one hand back around his shaft, loosening your cheeks to even attempt to make it halfway.

“Mmph–mmm!” You gargled as more spit spurted out.

Miguel entangled his unsheathed claw in your hair, pushing you down and impelling you to take another part of him.

“Si- si, si, mi Luna. Tu boca es una dicha eterna, mi corazón. Toma más, puedes tomar más.”

Tears pricked in your eyes as your hand was back on his defined thigh. You were so close to getting him all in. Feeling every inch as it would glide against your tongue, rubbing against your inner cheeks whenever you'd sucked in.

Noisy suction reverberated in the air as pools of your saliva and his salty substance dripped onto his lower pelvis region and thighs.

You were leaking from him. Your tongue was whirling around delicately and deliciously, as if he were the final meal you would ever be given. His tip nearly stretched to hit the back of your throat, and as hot tears streamed down your face as you peered up to look at his beautiful expressions.

“Mi Luna!” Miguel moaned, his hold strengthening. “So close, I'm so close, corazón. Fuck–so good, so good.”

He stroked along your jawline, admiring the sight below him. Your teeth feebly grazed his cock, faintly biting enough to send jolts through his body. Enough to elicit a growl from him.

Enough to face-fuck you.

“Mmmm! Mmmph–mmn!” You could only choke.

Your throat trembled around him and tightened with every thrust he gave. You were comforted when you saw pleasure written across his face. You were making him feel good, and in this moment, that's what truly mattered.

Miguel cried out. With his hips ramming up into you, he couldn't hold back any longer. That heat he wanted to experience from you was built inside of him. He was close, and you sensed it.

“Mi Luna!”

With a powerful roar, he finally released, pulsating waves upon waves of his hot seed down your pretty throat.

“Mmph!” Your eyes rutted wide as he spilled into your mouth, some leaking down to your neck. Nails dug into his thighs, and your eyes wanted to stare into his. He was majestic in your vision.

You desperately desired to capture this moment forever.

Gulping the final drop, you pulled away with a satisfying pop and heaved tirelessly.

“My… my God, Miggy. That was so much—holy shit.” You gasped, wiping some of his essence off your face with your fingertips before greedily lapping it up.

“I haven't done that in so long. Was it good? Was I good?” You rested your behind on his knees and finally peered up at him.

He had a fixed, ferocious glare. His burning, red eyes stirred something wild in them.

Goosebumps swept over you. You didn't know what to expect. “Was... was it- was I not good enou-”

He was sitting up, looming over. You shrank, neglecting exactly how colossal he was compared to you. That vibrant, captivating stare only made you tremor violently more.

“Mi-Miguel…” Your throat quivered.

In a swift motion, your back was against the wall above the mattress. Miguel had you pinned, his strong arms holding up your thighs as your legs dangled over his shoulders. You didn't even register how quickly he got you in this position.

“Miguel!”

“Ay, mi corazón, did you really think I wasn't going to reward you? That I was going to allow mi Luna to do all the work?”

He huffed a stream of sultry breaths on your covered inner thigh. “No, no. I'm going to show mi corazón that I can be good to her, just as she was good to me.”

He tore your sweatpants off in one fell swoop, muttering about buying you some more. Your chest heaved in rapid succession, head bowed as you watched how Miguel gaped at the massive damp spot from the earlier ministrations you performed.

“Did my moon enjoy going down on her papi that much?” His sharp talons pricked at your soft skin.

You diverted to observe the night's horizons, the lower half of your body barely able to shift under his hold.

“Look at me.” His authoritative tone barked out.

You nearly came from that. Flicking back to him, his lips were hazardously near your shielded folds. “Tell me what you want, mi Luna.”

“I-I…” You shrouded your face with your hands, mortified at the abundance of slick arousal seeping out of you.

His claws dug deeper into your skin as he stared you down, and his pupils dilated.

“Don't be shy, mi Luna. Tell me what you want.”

He trailed kisses back and forth from your inner thighs, massaging your buttocks. You were practically trickling from your private region. Mortified that you can effortlessly get to this point with him.

Miguel rested his cheek on your soft flesh, switching between kissing and licking exceedingly close to your bikini line.

Miguel wasn't one to be a patient man, but for you, he would wait until the end of time, only when you spoke the words.

“I-I want–”

“I won't begin, mi Luna, unless I hear it from those sexy little lips.” He purred, biting the crevice of your thigh, weary of his fangs. “So tell your Estrella, what. You. Want.”

He feverishly nipped the skin, running his wet tongue across it. He received a low whine as you shuddered at the wet appendage.

“Miguel! Eat me out—please, please, I beg of you!” Your head flung back, not caring about the self-impact of the barrier behind you.

You just wanted him.

“Como quieras, mi Luna.” His eyes darkened and delved in, lapping at the damp fabric with no hesitation.

You clung to his hair, your nails digging into his scalp. His claws tighten their vice on your supple ass-cheeks.

Miguel traced the outlines of your folds before flattening his tongue, pushing against your hidden vulva. The murky cloth rubbing against you and Miguel's tongue heightened your sensitivity.

You choked out a groan when you detected the tip of his talons making perfect slits down the back of your underwear before slashing the rest off of you.

“Mi Luna lo quiere, mi luna lo anhela. No temas, mi corazón, te daré todo lo que mereces.”

He admired the glistening heat, watching as it squeezed for him, savoring your fragrance. You mewled, abashed by the situation.

You didn't know what was to come or what to expect, but when you gazed into those lustful eyes, fear snuck its way through... and exhilaration.

“It looks succulent. I had the appetizer; now I want the full course.”

His hot breath teased your entrance before enveloping you in his mouth. His carnal tongue licking your labia, tasting your sweet and salty juices.

He stirred his tongue over the folds, dragging it all around, refusing to miss a single inch, then jutted in and out of your gushing core.

“Oh fuck–fuck! Miggy! Shit, shit, shit!” You wailed out, tingles rushing up and down your limbs.

Miguel was untamed, ravishing that soaking pussy. His movements were possessive, like a predator claiming its prey, yet behind it all was tenderness and longing.

“Mmmph.” A guttural growl sends vibrations through your sex, creating white stars in your eyes.

Thrashing your head from side to side, Miguel slid his appendage out and began to slurp. His tongue moved up to the clitoris, thumping it a few times, then he proceeded back down and repeated the pattern.

“Mi Estrella! Ah–ah! If you do that, I'll—I'll—fuck!”

Miguel only amped up. He paid attention to every sensitive spot on your honeyed pussy. He needed to drink your delectable juices as if you were the only thing left to drink in the world.

The raw energy from Miguel drove you into a frenzy. He was rough and powerful, but each impel was for your pleasure alone.

“I'm coming, Miggy! I'm coming!”

You cried out, clamping down on his tongue, and shuddered as waves erupted from your core. Your back arched off the wall, and your heels dug into Miguel's upper back.

He wanted to drink every drop as some trickled down to his chin.

“Qué dulce, qué apropiado para alguien como tú.”

Your forehead covered in sweat and thighs soaking wet, Miguel's ego brewed at the sight.

He did that. And he was going to be the only one to see you like this. To make you feel this way.

“How was that, mi Luna?” He nipped at the outer thigh and moved to clean up the rest of the spillage.

Your half-lidded, absent daze was all Miguel needed to know. He chuckled and strummed your back, loosening his grasp, and unlatched your legs, dropping you until they were locked around his waist.

He weaved his strong arms around your torso, listening to your steady breathing. He stroked your hair, then pressed a kiss on your forehead.

“You did wonderful, mi Luna. But there is still one thing. Well, two.”

Too jaded to even respond, a puzzled whine escaped you.

“I'm a selfish man, mi corazón, and my thirst isn't quite quenched.” He yanked your head back, and his tongue ran over your neck.

You gasped, your body aching in anticipation. He peeled you off him and onto the firm padding as you were positioned as an angel descending from the heavens.

“Oh mi Luna, ¿cómo tuve tanta suerte de tener a alguien como tú en mi vida? Todavía estoy tan desconcertado que fui yo quien te recibió.”

Miguel shifted off until his knees were on the wooden floor. He seized a hold of the thin cover you were on top of and hauled you to him.

“I still want more. But this time, I'm going to take my time with this dessert. Well, I'll try.”

“What do you mean?” You struggled to hide the intoxicated fright from whimpering out.

“You know exactly what I mean, mi Luna.”

He lingered over your body, roaming over it with his eyes. His hands stroked over every roll, dip, and curve, crushing his lips into yours.

Your tongues in an intense, messy battle as you tasted yourself. A string of saliva broke when he pulled back, both of your chests rising and falling in near sync.

“I'll let you pick, mi corazón. One or both?” His hands tugged your shirt off and threw it in a corner.

“B-both?” You were perplexed by those choices.

“Good choice.”

Yanking your bra up, he hungrily gazed at your perfect breasts, craving to have a nibble, maybe even a mouthful.

You covered them, forcing him to pin each of your arms near your face with his organic web.

“Miguel!” You moaned out, flushed over the new position.

“Do not try to hide that body from me. Yes sir?” He snarled out.

“Yes, yes! I promise I won't do it again!”

“Good girl. But just for safe measures.”

He spread your legs wide until they touched the mattress. He thwiped more of his silk webbing on your waist, ankles, and thighs.

You were exposed, your heart palpitating as you could barely even squirm.

“Now, mi Luna said both, correcto?”

You meekly nodded your head. With that, he needed no more. He cupped your breasts, squeezing and pinching the hardened nipples brutally. You moan in ecstasy as Miguel brushes his talons against the sensitive buds before colliding them together.

“Both.” He grunted and took both nipples in his mouth, licking them maniacally.

He tugs and chews at them, making sure to leave love-bites all over your chest. You groan out raspily when one hand leaves your chest and scrapes down your stomach in a non-stop motion, halting at your entrance.

A popping sound was made when he released one of your peaks.

“So wet again, mi Luna? Don't worry, I can fix that.” He took your left nipple back into his mouth, circling your clit with his thumb.

“Fuck! Oh–ah! Mmmn–Miguel!”

He plunged his pointer and middle into you, your walls clasping around them. Your back lifted up, only to be pulled back down from the binding.

He drove his digits deep into your core, his palms smacking against the folds as your juices spewed onto his hands.

Your lashes were wet from the sensual stirring from inside and your throat was hoarse from the screams and cries.

Miguel leaned his heavy chest on your stomach, leaving kisses all over your upper torso as you squished with every pump of his fingers.

“Mi corazón, you are so tight. I can feel every part of you. I will feel your wetness and your walls tightening around this cock. You want that, mi Luna? You want papi's fat cock to ravage and paint this gorgeous pussy?”

You could only sob as Miguel stretched you, rubbing against the top wall and locating your g-spot. His fingers create circular spirals against it.

You wailed, your heart was ready to burst from your chest. Silent cries and more tears, until Miguel stole another sloppily kiss from you, bruising your lips with his, desiring for you to release all over his fingers.

“You don't know how long I've waited for this; you adorn my life, my moon. You make me want to be better; you make me want to- to—damn it, corazón!”

Miguel pushed himself off you, removing his fingers, as you wailed out from the stoppage.

“Miggy! I was close! I was so—ahh! Mi Estrella!”

Miguel replaced his fingers with his tongue once more, his mouth on your pussy as he was ready to devour you. He stroked his swollen member, the clear liquid leaking out in ripples.

He didn't even want to speak anymore; he only wanted to hear those needy, shuddering moans and screams. His hums added more pleasure to their moment of passion.

He yearned for this. To make you come undone over and over.

He wanted to hold you, cherish you, please you, and protect you. He only wanted you.

And in this moment, he has that. He had one thing he longed for.

How long would this last? No, not right now. He didn't want to think that way. Now, he only wanted to make you orgasm on his tongue.

Snatching the webs from your thighs and ankles, he hoisted you up until your hips were in the air, your legs once more propped over his shoulders.

“I can't—I-I-I love—ahh!”

You were blubbering like a fool, with drool and tears drenching your face and sweat shining all over your body. Miguel gnawed at your clit, the glossy muscle, abusing your insides. He went raw and feral; he wanted you. He wanted this. He needed you.

Your walls tensed at every plunge, Miguel's eyes locking onto yours. Cradling you in one arm to support your waist, he returned to pumping himself.

You were on cloud nine, ten, and eleven. His nose swiping your throbbing clit, him feasting on you as if you were the final meal.

Your raw whines of lust were tipping Miguel over as his cock ached for you, wanting to invade your heated, velvety wall.

To mold you for him.

“I can't—I can't hold back, mi corazón!”

Pulling back, your legs collapsed on the sturdy cushions. Your vision was foggy, searing at the marbled statue that was Miguel. You crooned out as he hunched over you, his girth in his hand.

How it gleamed in the light, presenting every vein from thick to thin, the swollen phallus coated in crystalline cum, making it sheen and sleek.

You were hypnotized by the pulsating, twitching with every tug he made.

And that's when it hit you.

That was all for you. You cried out as Miguel buckled onto the mattress, his face near yours.

“I'm not going to have mi luna wait any longer. I'm going to fuck you until the only thing you can remember is me and this cock.” He huskily murmured in your ear, gaining a shudder from you.

“Yes, yes, please, Miggy. Only you, just you!”

You hiked your legs around his waist, latching on to the middle of his back as much as possible. He was big in every shape and form, but you loved it.

Propping an elbow by your arm, he lowered his body onto yours as his abs and muscular chest pinned you down, but he still left enough space for you to breathe. His other hand clutched his cock, lining it up to your seeping entrance.

“Are you ready, mi Luna?”

You bobbed your head.

“Good girl, now let me, mi corazón. Ah fuck–let me just.”

His chapped lips captured yours. You were sugar to him—sweeter than all candies combined. He nibbled your bottom lip, his tongue gliding across yours as he began to penetrate your hot opening.

You immediately clamped around the head, eliciting a gasp from both of you. He tried to push in an inch as slowly as possible, but found it rather difficult.

“Mi corazón, you have to relax. Shit–relax, relax. I got you; I got you.”

You mewled and nodded. With the help of Miguel's finger rubbing circles around your clitoris, you breathed in and out steadily, purring out whenever he slightly rocked his hips.

“There you go, such a good girl; you are doing so well. Fuck, mi Luna.”

He stretched you out more and more, pausing so you could adjust to him. After some help with encouraging rubs from between your thighs and several forehead kisses, Miguel was fully in.

He had to prevent himself from just railing into you as your inner muscles squeezed him.

“You can move, Miguel! Please! Please, please move!”

“Si, si, voy a ser dueño de este coño, moldeado sólo para mí, ah, mi Luna!”

His claws clutched the sheets above you as he slowly began to plunge into your depths. You released a cry to the heavens, feeling every pulse and steady pump from the man above.

You grinded up whenever Miguel thrusted downward, making your hip bones meet with every drive. He lapped at your neck, biting and sucking, leaving more purplish-red hickies all over.

He strived to restrain himself from plowing, but his hearing picked up every lustful squeak and moan, every squelch when he withdraws to the head and propel it back to the hilt, and every sweet nothing you murmured as you drooled and absent-mindedly grinned.

He sped up. Ramming into you repeatedly, plundering your drenched heat.

His member snugged as he experienced every inch of you clinging to him for dear life. His tip bullied your cervix, and you shrieked at every pulse as he rubbed against your walls.

“Too much, Miggy! Oh, fuck—I worship your cock, mi Estrella!”

“That's it, baby. Let go and surrender to me.”

Your nails dug into your palms as Miguel panted and growled in your face.

Surges of electric tingles through your body. The wet smacking of your pelvises flowed through both of your ears; a symphony of your raw moans and his low, husky huffs had your back slightly curling.

The mattress shifted with each retract and bolt as your breasts bounced in all directions. Your murky fluids gush on his lower abdomen and thighs, blemishing his mattress and soaking it thoroughly.

“Oh, mi corazón, so warm, such a perfect shape for me. Let me look. Let me look.”

Arching his back and hiking your legs up slightly more, you both viewed every exit before Miguel crashed back down to your core, hitting your g-spot perfectly every time.

Every inch of his length coated in your slick. Sweat dripping from his forehead on yours.

You were going to come undone.

“Mi corazón, mi Luna, you're so good. You are too good for me. Just us, just us.”

“Miguel! I'm so close! I'm going; I'm going to—ah!”

“Cum for me, cum for me, mi Luna.” He whispered gruffly in your ear, kissing your cheek.

His balls slapped against your ass from the brutal pace, his flaming irises treasuring every expression. You writhed as you deathly clamped around him.

Miguel hurriedly tore the webs from your wrists as you hooked your arms around his neck.

“Oh Miguel!”

You screamed to the top of your lungs, your eyes rolling into the back of your skull, as a kaleidoscope of hues and shapes blinded your senses. Your legs shook as if you were in a strong earthquake.

Miguel's motions became erratic, his hips moving roughly as he was nearing his own climax. A few more impels, his body tensed up, his seed spilling deep in your core, claws slicing the silken bedsheets.

“Eres mía, mi Luna. Only for me.” He snarled and took you in a sensual open-mouth kiss.

Two strings broke off.

“I-I… holy- mi-mi Estrella, I-”

“Shh, shh. Just relax, mi Luna. Relax. I'll take care of you, mi corazón. I will always take care of you.”

You lulled your head as your muscles unwind. Miguel freed you from the rest of his webs, but you didn't mind it. It felt right in a sense. Being bound up, you detected that security, that sense of trust you both held.

“I'll be here, mi Luna. I will always be.”

Were the last words you heard before your body was shuffled around as you passed out.

At this time, you felt as if things were going to be okay.

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karmalynn500 · 1 year ago

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Sid’s cute sister

character ~ billy loomis

Request~no- yes

warnings ~ drugging readers drink, i love to cuss, use of words like slut, whore and cunt, mentions of sex while under the influence, drinking, mention of kidnapping and murder, one night stand, kind of ooc billy and stu? Mention of death.

Word count~ 4728

“God damn it stu!” Billy was quickly getting frustrated, Stu didn't know how to drug a drink and Billy wasn't there to help. “How will we even know it works, there must be a better way to do this” stu’s whining was only pissing Billy off more. “Just put the shit drug in her shit drink!” Billy pulled up to the Prescott house where all the girls waited. “And hurry up, im picking the girls up now” billy quickly hung up before stepping out of the car.

“Oh come on y/n~ tell us who this mystery man is” y/n was panicking, she absolutely could not tell tate and sid that she was crushing hard on billy, sid's boyfriend. It's not like sid would have to worry, billy hates y/n, but it would still put a rift between them and y/n did not want that. “No thank you, i shall keep this man all to myself” y/n joked trying to shake the feeling of guilt. “Hey it's ok, i understand how hard it is to admit who you have a crush on out loud, it makes it real” sidney smiled in a comforting manner, sadly all her words did was make the knife in y/n’s gut twist. “Yeah.. to real” y/n forced a smile, continuing to look through her clothes.

Mr Prescott opened the door smiling warmly at billy. “Ah come in come in” Billy gave a small nod in thanks stepping into the cool house. “Thanks Mr Prescott, are they almost ready” Billy was ready to leave. This plan had to work and for that to happen Stu still had to get his hands on y/n and sid's dad. “I'm sorry to say that i'm not sure, they will come down when they're ready” with that the prescott twins dad left the room. Sid came down first, she was wearing a light blue sweater, a good color to stain red, with some slightly baggy jeans. Tatem was next, there was a lot of light yellow and red, another good outfit to stain red. “Hey Billy,” Sid smiled, giving him a small peck on the cheek. Billy forced himself to wrap his arms around his girlfriend, adding a fake smile to help sell the whole being in love shit. “y/n will be down soon, her heels are giving her some trouble” tatum giggled, billy tuned the girls out after that full attention on the stairs. Finally y/n started to make her way down the stairs. She looked hot, as always, clade in a lilac purple crop sweater, it had a deep v neck showing off y/n’s tits perfectly. She wore a short skirt, matching in color and texture to her top, it was short and Billy had no doubt that if she turned around he would be able to see the bottom of her ass. She paired this with a small lilac checkered purse and mostly transparent heels. “You look like a whore” Billy glared. Watching her smile fall a little broke his heart, he wanted that smile directed at him so bad but he always fucked it up, like now saying the exact opposite of what he was thinking. “Billy” sid scolded him lightly. Billy rolled his eyes unwrapping his arms from around sid, “whatever lets go”

Stu had finally done it, he drugged y/n’s drink. Knowing if it will work was another story, but for now he was proud of himself. He put it with a few other drinks in the fridge, which guests knew was off limits. “Hey man, where can a man get a drink around here?” some jock that was most definitely not invited asked. Stu pointed to the island where all of the drinks sat, how he missed that Stu would never know. Stu did not invite this guy for many reasons, the main one was that he constantly flirted with y/n, which pissed billy right the fuck off. Stu knew this guy would distract Billy, hopefully Billy killed him before the rest of the plan was being filled out. Stu rolled his eyes at the jock before being distracted by someone jumping on his back “were here!” tatum yelled. Stu smiled at y/n while grabbing onto tatum’s thighs, “hey bestie!! i put a few beers in the fridge for you, I know how you hate warm alcohol” y/n smiled going to the fridge. “Thanks bestie” she yelled as she left the room.

It had been about an hour, y/n was on her third drink and reasonably tipsy. She had been dancing with some jock that had been flirting with her since like last year. She always rejected him, cause she really doesn't like him, but he has a reputation for one night stands and a big dick, and that's what she needed right now a one night stand to help forget about Billy standing in the corner with sid. “Hey, i have a key to the guest room, wanna join me~” y/n whispered seductively into the jock she hasn't cared to learn the name of’s ear. “Hell yeah” he smashed his lips onto hers, hands finding her butt instantly, “knew you would give in eventually” he smirked. y/n rolled her eyes, was he trying to kill the mood. She grabbed his hand leading him to the guest room roughly, telling herself she needed this and not to let him ruin it.

Billy was growing angrier by the minute, sid had disappeared somewhere with tatum and with his only distraction gone he got a great view of y/n leading that shit face joke of a guy to the guest room, though it was basically her room at this point. “Dude you look about ready to strangle him” stu chuckled from beside him, billy was more than ready to strangle him, to watch the light leave his eyes but first he needed his name and him alone. “Stu, when mr jock comes down the stairs, send him to the basement, tell him to get something heavy like a keg, make him feel real strong too” Billy smirked.Billy wanted this guy dead, so he's going to die. Stu nodded with a dark smile, “you got it billy”

“That was great” the jock pantad from his spot beside y/n. “Yeah” to be honest the sex was not good, not even a little bit. She never finished and all she could think about was Billy, it was partly her fault but the jock was definitely a selfish lover. The jock also tried his absolute hardest to not use a condom, saying he would pull out, y/n quickly rejected the idea and told him he would use a condom or he wont get to fuck her. The jock got up, grabbing his pants and pulling them up. “The nights still young, you coming back to the party” y/n was honestly exhausted, she had almost fallen asleep during her and the jocks hook up. “Um no i'm going to go to sleep- you go ahead” the jock smirked, he obviously thought he was the reason that y/n was in this state. “Ok, see you monday” he winked before leaving the room.

Finally billy heard the basement door open, the door was locked and only he and Stu had the key, so it had to be the jock. Slowly the annoying man made his way down the stairs mumbling to himself. “ first i fuck y/n and now im the strongest man here! Tonights really my night, now where's that keg” billy was seeing red at the confession to fucking y/n, but he knew he had to be carful with this, there was a whole party upstairs and if the jock got back to it billy was fucked. The jock made his way over to a still very alive and very scared mr prescott, laid out on a table that stu and brought down just for him, “oh what the fuck man” the jock went to turn around, only to come face to face with a masked billy. If everything went to plan tatum was dying right now, and then the jock and then anyone who gets in the way of sids timely death. “actually what the fuck man” the jock tried to run past but billy quickly grabbed his arm driving his knife into the jocks shoulder. The jock screamed in pain, grabbing his shoulder as he fell to the floor. “ how weak,” Billy laughed. The jock tried to crawl away but billy stoped that by sitting on his back, “ah come on, i thought it was your night, fucked a slut~ the strongest!” billy smirked, he was glad that he and stu built the voice changers into their masks, makes it so they can taunt their victims. “Please don't kill me, come on man” the jock cried, struggling to get away. While the jocks begging amused Billy, he had a plan to finish. Billy grabbed the mans hair lifting his head roughly, “think before you fuck my cunt” and with that he slit the jocks throat. Billy smiled, letting the jock's head fall to the dirt floor. “Bye bye bitch”

Billy's side burned as he climbed the stairs in search of y/n. He had a pretty good idea of where she would be, the guest room or stu’s, she often would move from the guest room to her best friends when at a party. Billy checked Stu's room first, no sign of her there, guest room it is. The cops were on their way and he and Stu needed fresh air, but there was no way y/n would not be out there with them. Billy opened the door, blushing at the sight of y/n who was half under the covers, boobs on full display for him. Billy limped over, reaching out to slowly shake y/n “y/n'' Billy shook harder, “mmm billy?” y/n was groggy, not fully waking up. This was evident in the fact that she didn't cover up, “come on get up” Billy started to gather y/n's clothes “what, why?” y/n sat up still not realizing she was showing off her tits, “here get dressed i'll tell you what happend outside” billy didn't want anyone else to see her this way but he made sure to memorize how she looked in this moment, naked, sleepy and oh so beautiful.

y/n was slow and unsteady as she made her way down stairs. The strong iron smell was scaring her, waking her up fully. “Oh my god billy your bleeding” y/n reached to stop him, she wanted to check and make sure he was ok. Billy shrugged her off with an eye roll. “Let's just get outside, I feel like I'm suffocating" Billy continued down the stairs. y/n followed behind him, still unsteady. “Here hold my hand, you're going to fall” Billy took y/n's hand. y/n blushed, letting billy lead her out of the house. “Billy, why is there so much blood?” Billy and Stu spent a few minutes dragging the body’s out of the hallway so that y/n wouldnt see, but there are still puddles of blood on the floors and walls. y/n got distracted from the question when she saw stu, who was sitting on the porch scrunched up and leaning against the railing for support. Stu looked up giving y/n a pained smile. “Hey bestie” y/n sat beside him, letting him lean against her instead of the railing. she was crying, the tears staining her cheeks. “ what happened?” She turned to Billy who was now sitting next to her. “ your dad went fucking psycho, tried to kill everyone.. Were the only ones who survived” this was definitely not what y/n expected, out of everyone in this town the killer was her own dad.. “Oh” y/n turned back to the road. This was a lot to process, she hoped Billy and Stu would understand that.

Billy was getting antsy, y/n had passed back out a few minutes ago. stu was dying, and fast. Billy wanted to help but the most he could do for stu is maybe help put more pressure on his wounds, y/n he couldn't help. Billy was upset, why would the police take this long when a group of teenagers call saying someone is trying to- he hears it now, even so they are required to come check it out right. “Bro.. do you think i put too much in her drink” stu whined, whether from the pain, or him being stu, billy didn't know. Stu had warned Billy he didn't know what he was doing, Billy should have had him wait and put it in himself, or he should have sent Stu to pick the girls up. It's too late for that now though.”it's.. Crossed my mind, she should be fine as long as the paramedics get here” hopefully soon. Billy didn't want to admit he had actual feelings for y/n, while Stu knew he had a small crush, he did not know that Billy felt as though if she died his world would come down with her. When they decided she would be the final girl it was easy, y/n was stu’s ride or die, and billy had a small crush on her, that means that both were happy or somewhat happy she's alive. “Billy, you know now that sids gone… you can admit it's more than a small crush” billy couldn't say he was surprised that stu knew, he was the only person that could read billy perfectly, no matter what billy was thinking stu knew, same with billy for stu. Their parents used to tell them that they were the same person, they could just look at each other and be up to no good. “How'd you figure it out” stu chuckled shaking his head, honestly too tired to actually joke about it “billy when you see y/n, you relax and your face lights up, and you give her this look, that says i'm in love with you, how sidney never found out is a honest mystery to me” billy's rudeness to y/n had masked it pretty well, sid always thought he hated y/n but stu knew, stu always knows.

Stu had definitely put way too much in y/n’s drink, it had almost killed her. It's been three weeks, no one suspected it was them and both Billy and Stu have been released from hospital, they still spend most of their time there, seeing as y/n still hadn't woken up. “Dude!” Stu yelled from across the room, he had just got off the phone with his mom. “What” billy grumbled “oh don't get upset, you can stare at y/n all you want after this, my parents got us all an apartment, told them that the house was to traumatic for me and that i hated being away from you and y/n, plus that gives y/n a place to stay now, seeing as her whole family’s dead” stu shrugged, sometimes billy thought stu was the stupidest person alive, he really just shrugged about y/n’s family's death and didn't think about the fact this is a hospital it has cameras. Billy's only concern about the apartment is that Stu's family would pick, they had already been trying when Stu was looking at apartments near the college he was going to go to. “Are they picking?” stu smiled wider, “nope, we get to pick, trama works well huh” stu chuckled. Billy rolled his eyes, deciding watching y/n sleep was a better time waster then listening to stu.

Bright lights blinded y/n as she woke up from what felt like four weeks worth of sleep. She moaned in discomfort trying to blink the blurriness in her eyes away. Finally being able to see clearly she looked over her right, Billy sat there half asleep and holding her hand. y/n genuinely thought that billy hated her, so why is he here, holding her hand like its his lifeline? “Billy?” her voice was hoarse and she knew Billy just barely heard her. “y/n!” Billy was awake now, he had let go of her hand in the process of sitting up, a large smile splayed across his face. “One sec let me call the nurse, then i'll tell you what happend” y/n remembered what happened, her dad went psycho and killed her friends, and her sister. Billy pressed the button on the end of what looked like an extention cord attached to her bed. “Um, I'm sure you're wondering what happened to you” Billy started, honestly y/n wasn't, so what she slept for a few hours she would be fine. “Apparently someone drugged you.. The doctor found high levels of rohypnol in your system, she said you must have had both your drinks laced with the stuff” y/n was so confused, what even was rohypnol? “The only person- wait no people who could have drugged my drink was stu or that jock, never got his name, but he's been flirting with me all year?” y/n didn't think stu would drug her drink, i mean why would he? So that left the jock, who did have a reason kind of? He did look proud of himself when she was border line passing out. “Well there was a dead jock found in the basement.. So if it was him he got his karma” y/n was unsure about billy joking at a time like this, but it's billy and she gave him a weak smile nonetheless. “Hows stu” y/n was more then concerned for her best friend, she remembered how fucked he was. “Hes ok, he's in a lot of pain but he's been released from the hospital..” y/n let out of sigh of relief, her best friend was ok, she wasn't alone “he's umm he's looking for and apartment so he doesn't have to stay, you know..” y/n nodded, it would be traumatic to ever go there again, most of all for stu and billy. “We were wondering if maybe you.. Would like to stay with us, we know that staying at your house will be hard and expensive” billy seemed to rant, even though his words were calculated and thought out. Living with billy and stu seemed like a good idea, y/n knew staying in her house was a no, she couldn't bear being there without her dad or sister, and while she was still pretty sure billy hated her, stu was her best friend and it might be fun to live with his crazy ass. “Yeah sure, I'll move in with you guys” Billy smiled. Damn the doctor is slow.

Billy was relieved y/n said yes, this was his chance to fix there fucked relationship and maybe even get her to be his. “Hey bills” y/n whispered, the nickname was a shock. Not necessarily cause it came from y/n, she was kind of known for that, it was the nickname itself, he had heard billy, bill, will, even just a simple b, but he had never heard bills, not even once.”hm” he hummed to tell her he was listening. “How are you, you know.. Feeling” billy could tell she was trying to make some sort of small talk, she was trying to be nice and Billy couldn't be happier. “Mentally or physically” Billy was doing fine, Stu went a bit deep but other than that he had no other injuries. And mentally he was great, he got away with murder twice now, and Sidney's dead, now there's nothing stopping him from pursuing y/n. “Both” y/n said quietly, she didn't want to set him off or have him hate her again. Billy took a moment to plan his words, so that they came out in the best way for y/n. “I don't know where to start, i miss sid a lot, it was hard knowing i had broken up with her only for her to die that night..” y/n was shocked at the news of their break up, she thought they were happy. “Physically i'm fine, i got let out on my second day in the hospital, your umm, the killer wasn't able to get me to bad” billy shrugged, with a weak smile, in hopes that would get y/n to believe everything he said.

y/n was absolutely heart broken. Billy pulled up to the old house slowly, “you don't have to come in if you don't want to, me and stu can get all your stuff” Billy put his hand on y/n’s thigh, trying to comfort her. She shook her head, determined to say goodbye to the house, and to grab some of the things her dad kept hidden. “No, it's fine billy i want to go in” billy nodded reluctantly, “ok but if it gets to be to much for you then you come back to the car, or you sit on the porch, just look out for yourself” y/n nodded but billy wasn't convinced, “hey, just- promise you will leave if it becomes to much” y/n couldn't help the smile that started to form, billy seemed to care for her, and it made her happy in a way she couldn't explain. “I promise” Billy nodded, getting out of the car, moving to the trunk to get the boxes. “You ok?” y/n turned to the back where Stu sat patiently waiting for his turn to check in on his best friend. “Yes stu, i might need to hold your hand though” while y/n said it like it was a joke, it wasn't and stu knew that, so he nodded his head with a goofy smile to show he was comfortable with it.

Billy had been checking in on y/n the whole time. He could tell she was having a hard time, seeing her glossy eyes and hearing a sniff every now and then. “y/n, you ok.. Do you want to switch? I can help stu with the bed” billy asked as he shoved another piece of y/ns clothing in the box in front of him. Billy got put on clothes duty, which he was not complaining about since he did undies first, while y/n was taking apart her bed with stu. “Yeah, it's just weird knowing that this is the last time i will be in this house” y/n sighed, stu reached over to rub her back from where he sat. Billy felt bad for making her feel this way, but he felt no regret in killing Sid, or anyone for that matter. “Do you need a break, me or stu could sit out there with you” y/n just shook her head going back to unscrewing the bedpost from the frame.

Finally done, y/n looked back at her door for the last time. “Bye guys” she sniffed, she missed her family, she missed the good days. It was weird that she would never go back in, at least she didn't plan to. It felt like she was just going to stu’s for a movie night and would be coming home in the morning to her dad scolding her for spending the night again, on a school night. “You ready” she jumped, not expecting someone to be beside her. “Yeah, just saying goodbye” she wiped her face of tears, billy nodded with a sad smile. Billy wrapped his arm around her, gently turning her towards the path. “You're being so nice to me why” y/n couldn't stop herself from asking. “What?” y/n sighed at Billy's confused tone. “Your being nice, a-and caring, but i was sure you fucking hated me” y/n knew she should have waited for this conversation, stu was waiting in the car and they stood right outside of her child hood home, but she needed to know if this was a trick, or if he actually cared. “I never hated you?” y/n frowned, how could he say that when he was such a dick, “really? Cause it really felt like you did” she looked down to her shoes, suddenly becoming way more interesting then normal. “What's taking you guys so long” stu called from the car, clearly bored. Billy rolled his eyes, dragging me with him towards that car. “Lets save this conversation for when we get settled in at home” billy whispered in her ear, y/n nodded in agreement.

“Billy?” y/n knocked on his new bedroom door. Billy had been planning what to say to her, he knew this conversation was coming and he was not excited. “How do you tell a girl you love her, after you dated her now dead sister” billy whispered to himself. “One sec” he called out. Standing up from his bed, he realized just how nervous he is. He quickly threw on a white shirt before making long strides over to his door. “Yes?” he asked as he opened the door. “Can we have that conversation now?” y/n continued talking after that, and billy wanted to listen he really did, but her soft frown and glossy eyes distracted him. Billy must really be fucked in the head to think she looked hot like that. “Hey come in, stu’s nosy” y/n chuckled but nodded in agreement before stepping into the room. Billy watched as y/n observed the room. “You really like this band huh” she asked pointing to one of his many nirvana posters, “yeah” y/n smiled “i'll keep that in mind” he smiled ignoring the flutter in his stomach. “So.. you left off saying you never hated me?” Billy sighed nodding. “I really never did” he sat on his desk chair rubbing his face as he thought about what to say. “Then why were you such a dick to me” she walked over standing right infront of him. “I don't know” she laughed sarcastically, “Billy you made me feel like shit, the least you could do is tell me why” she glared. Billy really did not want this to turn into a fight, “Billy why!” he looked up to tears falling down her face. Billy stood up brushing the tears from y/n's face. “Billy.. Answer me please” billy knew he was going to regret this.. He sighed, smashing his lips onto hers. y/n wasn't kissing back, he didn't know if she was shocked or didn't feel the same way, but she wasn't returning the kiss and that scared the shit outta him. Billy frowned as he pulled away looking into her beautiful glassy wide eyes. “I-shit” billy bright his hands up from her face and into his hair, coming through it. “Billy do- do you have feelings for me?”

y/n was ecstatic, billy just kissed her “yeah… i do” she smiled wide, now he was admitting he had feelings for her, how was she supposed to feel. y/n leaned up pressing their lips together in a quick kiss. Billy looked shocked, but y/n couldn't really blame him, she was too shocked to kiss back the first time, and she saw what that did to him, he looked like a kicked puppy. “I have liked you for so long, you don't even want to know.. But you were dating my sister and i thought you hated me, so i pretended the feelings weren't there, i think stu knew though” y/n and billy’s smiles turned to lookes of annoyance when they heard stu yell “i did” from right outside the door. Billy rolled his eyes, smiling at y/n, a smile she now realized only she got to see. He then leaned down, connecting their lips in a soft kiss. Maybe living with billy wont be so bad.

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