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Horrorfest: The Formula for Life [Yandere Mahito x Reader]

Title: The Formula for Life [Yandere Mahito x Reader]

Synopsis: Mahito is your creator, and you ought to listen to his rules. But something inside you wants more.

For Horrorfest request: I got two different requests for Mahito + creating a Frankenstein-monster style of reader, so this is for those!

Word count: 5400ish

notes: yandere, very dubious consent, power dynamic abuse, non-graphic descriptions of sex; violence and death (not against reader); Mahito in general is a warning

You are perfectly imperfect. 

Mahito is not entirely sure where he heard the phrase before –a women’s magazine, maybe, or some 1960s British film with upbeat, witty dialogue and blonde starlet at the helm–but as he stares down at your prone, sleeping body, he decides that it’s a phrase which suits you well.

You are a perfectly imperfect human, naked as the day he made you. Something in him puffs up at the thought, a hot sensation that makes his chest tingle. Yes, he made you, didn’t he? He is your… creator. Or as close to a creator as you will ever get in this world or the next, because whatever came before no longer matters. 

There is no before-you. There is only the you-of-now, resting with your eyes closed and your mouth slack and ah, here, now, finally–

You wake up.

Limbs jerk and your neck twitches and he wonders how much it hurts–the stitches criss-crossing your body like his own, keeping the various parts of you held together. The skin and muscle and sinew, bold black stitches sewn across your hands and arms and legs and chest and every single part of you. There is even, and he finds it a delightful detail, a stitch across one of your ears. It’s cute. 

Like you, he thinks. Cute.

Cute as you sit up on his makeshift operating table, testing out your newfound limbs. Cute as your eyes squint, as your pupils adjust to the dim lighting, as your gaze steadies on the only other living thing in the near vicinity–him.

Cute as you try to say your first words. 

“Ah…” You say, or try to say, and he wonders just how much of speech your soul remembers, and whether or not that connection will extend to the way your body works. No matter. He’ll just teach you, if necessary. 

He grins, and puts his fingers on either side of your lips, squishing them together.

“Hel-lo,” he says, slow, moving your mouth with the words. “Can you say that? Hel-lo?”

You blink at him, awareness and confusion seeping into your expression. The stitches that cross your face, going from the corner of your scalp across the top of your nose and landing around the curve of your neck, scrunch in with the effort.

Your mouth opens, and closes; he can hear the spittle in your mouth working, can see the way your cheeks move, the pink of your tongue testing out its boundaries.

And then–

Then, you lean forward, and he grins, eager to hear you try; but ah, you surprise him. Cute, ugly thing that you are. Your hand extends, wobbling, and your fingers loosely grip his own lips like they’ve never held anything before. 

“Hel-lo,” you mimic, slow, warbled, the word coming out almost foreign. “Hel-lo?”

He grins, and can’t help the croon of pure, unadulterated delight that follows. 

–

He has a lot to teach you. You, dear pet, are a lot of work. Not that he minds. Not that he views it as a chore. No, teaching you is some grand, extended hobby. More fun than reading, more fun than experimenting, even, because isn’t that what you are? A complex experiment.

A beautifully awfully blank creature that belongs to him: that’s what you are, and that’s the first thing he teaches you. That you are his, wholly, and everything you should know and do will come from him.

You accept it so easily that he laughs until he cries, and then laughs some more, when you reach up to touch his tears and ask him what they are, and why they come from his eyes, and why your own eyes don’t leak like that.

“Don’t worry,” he told you, catching his breath, adoring the way your recycled callused fingers felt on his cheeks. “You’ll get some of your own eventually.”

And you did, of course. At the most stupid time, which was frustrating, but something he could work with.

The first time you cried was the first time he brought a human home to experiment on. Some salaryman he’d fetched on his late night walk home, exhausted, barely able to hold up his briefcase.  Mahito had set you on the ground (you never complained about it being hard, and maybe soon he would give you something soft to sit on, sweet thing that you are) and told you to watch, excited to see how you’d react. Would you be confused? Scared? Or simply feel nothing, and watch blankly as the man died?

But ah, how disappointing. You’d cried, of all things. Your hands had flown to your cheeks, feeling the wetness; your skin had gone all splotchy–”My head hurts, I feel warm,” you’d told him–and your lips curled into a nasty frown.

“Why are my eyes leaking?” You asked, and Mahito had to think about it. Because he wasn’t quite sure. He decided to root around in your soul for the answer, and it was so strikingly simple that he imagined slapping himself for it. You felt empathy for the man. You thought he was like you. And if you were being hurt, well, you’d feel downright awful, too. 

Silly thing. So that was the next thing he taught you: that the people he brought down into the sewer were simply experiments. Not living beings, not like you, and certainly not like himself. Nothing for you to worry about at all.

And you simple, sweet thing, what do you do after he tells you this? You listen. You’re so good for him that when he pats you on the head and says, ah, silly goose, this is not a person, it doesn’t matter if it gets hurt, if it dies, if it screams until its mouth bleeds…. You believe him.

And now, you simply watch–or don’t, if he says it’s okay to go about your simple day–as he goes about torturing countless living souls. Stretching, twisting, bending, hurting. None of it makes a difference, because Mahito told you it didn’t. The most you react is sometimes covering your ears–”Why does sound hurt, sometimes?”--and curling up on the nest of blankets he’s seen fit to give you.

You’re a bit like clay, he muses. To be molded and shaped in just the right way. And if something doesn’t work out, well, he can simply squish you in and start over. 

There’s something freeing, something altogether delightful, in the fact that you learn what he teaches you, you know what he gives you. 

He does not teach the concept of freedom–why should he?--or the outside world. 

There shouldn’t be an outside world for a creature like you, only the world he creates for you; this damp, dim world where he is the only thing you need to care about.

-

You do come with some surprises. Some things, it seems, came along with your soul.

“I know what this means!” You blurt out, beaming, looking to him for approval as you grip the well-worn cover of one of his stolen books. You read the title slowly, carefully, but there’s that flicker of recognition in the way your mouth sounds the words, understands the connection between the printed text and its meaning. 

You know something he hasn’t taught you. 

He frowns–and you frown just as easily, setting the book down like it burned your precious fingers. Your eyes get wide and your mouth gets slack and you stammer out an apology, even if you don’t know why.

It is one of your most endearing qualities, this readiness to understand that what he thinks is bad is bad, and the uneasiness in him flickers away, just a bit. You’re still his clay, his creature, his pet. 

He reaches out and runs his fingers into your hair, gripping your scalp hard until you grunt. 

“Well,” he says, when you look up at him with those confused doe eyes. “I suppose you could read my notes back to me, when I do my work.”

If you had a tail, it would be wagging.

And oh, he almost drools on you, from the way your expression shifts from that confused worry to unadulterated delight despite the pain that must be radiating through your scalp–

It feels good, sometimes, to make you look this way. It’s a strange notion, one he doesn’t want to think too hard about. It’s only natural that you should feel pleasure when he is pleased with you, but why should he feel the same? 

It’s a conundrum. Something to write about in his notes–the private ones you’ll never see, of course. The notes about you, and himself, plans and plots, theories and guesses. 

It wouldn’t do, really it wouldn’t, if you saw his scribbles about making sure you didn’t learn something that annoyed him. A something that would make you want to leave, or know other people, or comprehend that you were your own individual being.

Ignorance is bliss, or so he’s read, and he intends to keep you that way. 

–

Oh, oh, oh–your breath comes out in wispy pitter-patters that almost match the rapid beating of your heart. 

This… This is not allowed. It is not allowed because Mahito, your master, your creator, said so. And what your master tells you, you obey, because that is how the world works. He’s told you so many times, and it makes perfect sense.

He knows what’s best, because he’s smarter, and stronger, and you’re just a simple person. You’re supposed to make him happy, and would it make him happy, to break this rule? No, is what he would say.

And yet–you wonder. He likes it when you learn, when he teaches and you actually get it and can repeat it for him on demand. 

Like when you learned to walk without falling down, or when he taught you to stay still while he squeezed and touched and tickled your various body parts to see if they still worked. That was difficult, and it took many tries, but when you finally did it right, he praised you. Even if it made your stomach flutter in strange ways, and you were sometimes sore afterwards.

Would doing this make him praise you? Or would it make him angry?

Your fingers ghost over the covers, some of them all cracked and worn, others looking fresh and shiny. Books. His books. They’re all over the world, in stacks and stacks. On his hammock, on the floor, on the stacked table he said was a “book shelf.”

He said you weren’t allowed to touch any of his books or papers. Only what he gave you, when he gave you, and sometimes he even pointed to a line and said don’t you read past that, little pet, and you didn’t.

But he wants you to learn, doesn’t he? And you can learn from these books. Maybe you’ll learn something that makes you better, helps you avoid those stumbles that sometimes make him frown. Like when you first remembered how to read, or the time you tried to talk to one of his experiments.

Oh, you didn’t mean anything by it! You were just–bored. And while Mahito hadn’t been as sore once you told him why you tried to talk to it, he’d still punished you (rightfully so, you had been bad) and told you never to do it again. Unless he said so. 

So–so yes. He said not to read these books. But. If reading these books helps you be better, and being better means you’ll make your master mad less often, then reading these books is the right thing to do.

You just won’t tell him, and he won’t have any reason to be mad about it.

It’s so simple, you can’t believe you hadn’t thought of it before. Well–you can believe that. You aren’t very smart, or so your master says, and he knows everything. 

This will help then, won’t it? He knows what’s in these books, but now you will, too. 

With a lurching feeling in your stomach, you pick up the first book, a hard one with a shiny glossy cover that says HUMAN BIOLOGY, and flip to the first page.

–

You read about lots of things, and every one of them makes you wonder. 

The biology books make you wonder why your body looks like this, but all of the pictures of people (inside and out) look like that. You had never wondered before; you looked like your creator, and that seemed normal enough. But… none of these other people were all mismatched and jumbled. None of these other people had scars everywhere, patched together by black stitches that sometimes itched. 

The romance books are nice, even if they make you feel a bit funny. Your master touches you like the people in these books touch each other, but it’s not quite the same. He never says the same words, “I love you,” or asking, “Do you want me?” before he touches. You’re not sure exactly what love is just yet, but you’re sure one of these books will explain it properly.

One thing you learn is that the world is not actually the world. The world, you thought–you were taught–was just… here. With Mahito. In these walls, within the damp stone. But there is a whole entire world out there with things you’ve never seen before. 

Things you’ve never seen or done. Things that make you wonder why you live one way, and the people in the books another. People seem to live in houses, but this place does not match the descriptions in the book at all. People get married–you’re not sure what it means, really, except they are together, so maybe you and Mahito are married, after all? He does kiss you, and more besides. 

People have children, and these seem to be tiny people that grow up. But you don’t have any children that walk down a staircase–you have seen these in photos, and patch them into your images of houses–in the morning and complain about being tired. You don’t have a yard with a garden to tend to; you wouldn’t mind it, actually, from the pictures of flowers you’ve seen. They could be pretty.

You wonder how they smell. The books tell you most of them smell quite nice. 

It is this sort of wondering that gives you the strongest itch to tell your master that you’ve been reading, so that you can ask him to take you outside. Sometimes you even mouth the word to yourself, when you’re alone. “Outside.” It feels wonderful on your tongue, all tingly. But then your stomach hurts and you think he would be mad about the reading, so you don’t ask at all.

Not everything you read makes your stomach curl. You read about lots of things, things that make you smile, make you laugh. Things that make you forget the reason you started reading was to make Mahito proud of you, to learn how to be better. Things that have nothing to do with being better at all.

Even you realize that learning about the world outside isn’t going to help you in here. But the world outside sounds so… so… big. Big and full of things to see and do and experience. Full of people, trees, buildings and even animals. 

Oh, you really do love the idea of animals. One of your favorite books is a well-worn guide book to birds. Birds. What a wonderful thing they must be, all pretty colors, flying around in the sky; in the outside. 

What would it be like to fly? To have feathers with so many different colors? To make what the book calls “chirps” and “calls”? You’ve tried to imagine what they must sound like, but it’s hard, with no frame of reference.

And you can’t exactly ask your master to mimic them, either.

Sometimes, in your dreams, you turn into a bird. Feathers sprouting from your stitches and taking you up in the air. Birds, the books say, use their chest and supracoracoideus muscles to fly, flapping their wings in just the right way. You don’t think you have supracoracoideus muscles, except in your dreams, and you’re too afraid to ask. 

You’re glad Mahito hasn’t asked you about your dreams in a while. 

–

You are being so good today. So good, in fact, that Mahito has told you to sit quietly on your nest while he works on his latest experiment. You didn’t even have to read him his notes–you didn’t mind, and told him so, but he’d simply patted your head and said it wasn’t necessary today. 

So instead, you watched quietly, legs pulled up to your chest. It was harder to watch, ever since you started reading, because sometimes–

Sometimes you wondered if it was true, that the experiments were not people after all. They certainly look like the people in your master’s books. They talk like the people, sometimes, when they’re not screaming. 

But if your master says they aren’t people, well, he must be right. It does get a little frustrating when they beg you for help, because most of them can’t even see your master at all. That makes you feel a little sorry for them, sometimes, if they haven’t been screaming too loudly. If they could see your master, they might know he’s not doing anything wrong when he hurts them. 

He’s just learning.

Today, the experiment seems to be going well. Your master is smiling, humming, writing down his notes. You hope you’ll get to read these ones, eventually, but he doesn’t always let you. 

(He’s even got a private book, you’ve seen him scribbling in it sometimes. It is, however, the one thing you dare never to read. Not even to learn.)

And then the experiment does the silliest thing! When your master touches him, elongating his arms into a strange shape, he tries to run. Silly experiments, they never get far; but this one tries. He screams–ouch–and begins to run, flapping his arms like they’re on fire. No, flapping them like he’s a–

“Oh,” you say, leaning forward, a delighted smile on your face. “Like a bird!”

The man does not last long. Whatever your master did takes full effect, and he’s misshappen, no legs, a wiggling blob. Not like a bird at all, anymore, but it was nice while it lasted.

Nothing happens, for a moment. And in that moment you realize that something is wrong. It’s suddenly quiet, suddenly heavy.

Mahito, your master, your creator, slowly turns his head towards you with an expression you’ve never seen before. His pupils are too small, his mouth open in something like surprise. “A bird?”

“Yes,” you say, slowly, not knowing yet, not catching on. “It’s–his arms, you see? The way they moved.” You sit up on your knees and mimic the way you’ve seen birds flying in still photographs, the way you sometimes try to fly in your dreams. “When birds fly, they use…” But you stop, because Mahito is frowning. And when Mahito is frowning, you are doing something wrong.

But what, and when, and…

“How would you know what a bird is, pet?”

Oh, no.

The realization makes your guts clench so hard that you almost think you wet yourself, and you throw your hands over your stomach at the strange new sensation. An awful stomach-churning feeling. 

You don’t quite know what it is, but a memory from a book you read comes wafting back; a book about a woman who lives alone and a man tries to break into her house and kill her. She’s scared. Is that what this is? Are you scared? 

There’s no time to really wonder about this, because Mahito stalks over and grabs you by the hair, yanking you up until you’re on your feet, reflexive tears in your eyes. 

You don’t struggle, because he has explained to you that when you’re bad, he’s meant to treat you like this. And sometimes when you’re good, too. You’ve never figured out if there is a difference. 

“You’ve been reading my books.” Not a question, and you don’t answer. “What else have you been reading about?”

“Nothing,” you say, your voice hoarse. You scrunch your eyebrows together: that wasn’t what you should have said. You have read about lots of things. He asked, and you should have told him. That’s the rule he gave you. Simple and easy.

“I’ve read about lots of things,” you correct, confusion spilling from your mouth. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say nothing. I don’t know why I did.”

His eyes widen, and you don’t know what he’s thinking, but there’s that small-pupiled look of surprise again. “You lied,” he says.

Something in you wants to struggle against the tight grip on your hair. It hurts. You don’t like it, when it hurts, that something says. Even though your master says it’s okay for things to hurt. Which is right, your master, or that something-inside-you that has only gotten louder in the last few weeks. 

“I didn’t,” you say, some instinct pulled from deep inside you to deny, deny, deny. Then you pause. “What is a lie?” 

His expression never loses its own sense of almost horrified wonder, even as his other hand comes to caress your face, catching against your stitches. 

“When something isn’t true. And it’s not true, is it, that you haven’t read about anything else?”

“Yes–no.” Your little head is confused, and the sting in your scalp doesn’t help. “I did read other things. Lots of things.” You swallow hard. “I just wanted to know… to know…” 

But how do you explain it, this desire to know? The desire to know that went beyond pleasing him, making yourself better for him?

“Know what?” He murmurs, almost not a question, releasing your hair. You take the opportunity to put your hands in your lap, holding them tightly together, as all of the knowing you’ve been doing in the past few weeks catches up with you.

The questions come like bubbles in the water, one after another, having been crammed inside your head for far too long without a proper outlet.

“Why don’t I ever talk to other people? Why do I look like this, when they don’t? Why don’t we go outside? I want to see, I want to know–” Your fingers hurt from how hard you wring your hands together. “About the sky and the animals and the birds and what music is and how a train sounds and how many wheels do they have, and there’s more, there’s more, I just can’t say it all–”

You can see his expression shifting, but you’re so steeped in your own release of the knowing that you don’t heed it as a warning. Instead, you ask something that has been bothering you a bit. A lot, if you were honest, and you were supposed to be honest, weren’t you?

“What are we?”

His gaze narrows as he looks down at you, and you don’t want him to look at you like that. Not with the question you want to ask. 

“What are we?” He repeats, a hint of something in it that makes you feel ashamed. A joke–no, that’s not the proper word. Mockery, you think. Mimicry. Birds can do that, but, you’re not wanting to stay on the topic of birds just now.

“Are we…” Your brain fumbles for the word, flipping through the figurative pages you’ve read and read and read. “Married?” Yes, that was it. Many of the people in the story books you read had marriages. And other things, too, that you don’t have, and he hasn’t talked about giving you. 

“Do you love me?” You say, voice rising in pitch. “What is love, exactly? And why don’t we live in a house, in a neighborhood, with a street and a fence? Why don’t we have children? Why don’t I have a job or a dog or parents or ride an airplane–” 

He shoves a palm over your mouth and you do finally heed the warning: Stop. Talking.

Your breath comes out your nose against the top of his palm, and your stomach hurts, and all of this feels so awful that it’s a relief when he speaks, even if he’s not happy with you.

Mahito’s eyebrows furrow and he frowns and his mouth twitches before he smiles, but it’s not a smile that makes you feel better. It almost looks–like a lie, you think, the connections falling into place. He’s smiling, but he’s not happy, and that makes it a lie.

“Why do humans always want more,” he asks lowly, and you almost try to answer before he presses harder against your mouth, making your teeth ache. 

“Even broken ones, remade ones,” he continues, “always seek out more.”

If his hand wasn’t on your mouth, you would ask what he meant. You try to think about an answer, and maybe when he pulls his hand away, he’ll be happy that you came up with one. But it’s hard to get your mind around the question.

It’s too slippery, too vague. Are you the broken one? If so, he should fix you. And what was wrong with seeking out more? Isn’t that why he taught you things? Maybe you learned the wrong things from the books; but he should have read them to you, and corrected you, if he was worried about that.

It’s all too much, too confusing, and before you can stop them, tears are leaking from your eyes. Hot ones that make your eyes scrunch and you cry openly against his hand, wanting the confusion to stop, wanting the ache in your chest to go away.

Instinctively, your hands reach for his arm, holding him like you sometimes hold your blankets.

His eyebrows raise again, and there’s a flash of surprise before he smiles. This time, it doesn’t look like a lie.

“You poor thing,” he says, crouching down and bringing you to your knees with him. His hand leaves your palm and your little sobs come out openly, almost barking into the air. “You’re so confused, aren’t you?”

You nod, and it’s true, and you resolve to never lie again. Lying hurts. 

“I-I don’t know what I did wrong or why I did it wrong and you’re mad,” you tell him, open, honest, like you should be. The words come out fast and stumbled.  “I thought I could read books to be better but now I know about birds and I don’t know what they sound like or why I don’t have things and why I’m so… so…”

The word doesn’t come and that only makes you cry harder. 

He coos, and pulls you against his chest. It’s familiar, this soothing, and it makes you feel warm even as those confusing thoughts stay stuck to your brain.

“Want to know a secret about the two of us, pet?” He asks, speaking against your hair. “A secret about you?” Every syllable is soaked in the promise of knowledge.

“No,” you breathe out, and it’s that buried-deep-down instinct again, pushing the word through your lips for you. You’re glad, though, because you realize this wasn’t a lie at all. You don’t want to know a secret. If the books you’ve read are to be believed (and are they?) then secrets always lead to trouble.

You don’t want any more trouble. Not now. 

He presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“Really? I thought you wanted to know everything.” A touch of amusement in his face, and you cling to it like a lifeline. You remember this side of your master; the side that smiles and pats your head. It’s much better than the side that smiles when he’s not happy at all. 

Your arms latch around him, snuggling as close as you can get, your face pressed against his chest. “Can we go to bed?” Your words are muffled against him, but you’re sure he understands. “I’m so confused.” And tired, and worried, and scared. All these awful feelings swirling around in your guts, making you want to be sick. 

Mahito pulls away from you, and there’s a brief snatch of fear before he begins to wipe at your tears with his fingers. He wipes too harshly, and his nails catch on the lid of your eye, making it sting. You don’t pull away. You remind yourself, if he thinks this is how he ought to stop your crying, it’s the best option.

Is it really? says that deep-deep-deep-down voice, and you tell it to be quiet, you’re tired, you aren’t thinking right, and it should stay buried with whatever secret your master knows. 

“Poor pet,” he whispers, cooing. “It’s all too much, isn’t it?” You nod, chin wobbling. His hands go from your cheeks to your head again, petting you on both sides, snarling in your hair. “I could make it go away, if you want.” Sticky words that you want to reach for.

His hands smooth all around your head now, and it’s almost like he’s trying to feel something inside. Like your brain, like your thoughts, like everything that makes you tick. 

Your eyes get wide and all you know is that when your master says something, it’s true. 

Is it really? repeats that voice.

“You could?” is what you say, because it’s simpler that way. Simpler to remember the way things were before the world had birds, when what he said was exactly so. 

“If you’ll be agreeable to it,” he tells you. 

His hands trail from your head down your shoulders, your neck, your chest, down and down and down, tracing each stitch on your body. And something in you–that deep-deep-deep-down part of you–says this is wrong. He shouldn’t touch you, you should be screaming, clawing at him, getting out of here. 

But you push that something down, with the birds and the children and the stories of courtship, with the way your hands trembled as they flipped each page, with the way you felt proud of yourself for finishing each book. 

Those things were nice, until they were not so nice; until they upset the very creator of your being, and made you too confused and hurt to think about them. What good was knowing about the more when the more made him upset? 

It feels better, not to think too much. Not to know so much. And if he can fix you–if he’s willing to fix you ,then it’s what you want, too. You think. Maybe. Yes? 

“Of course I will,” you stay, trying on a smile.

You can’t tell, even as his hands go from touches to gropes, if it’s a lie or not. 

–

You’re finally sleeping now, and he doesn’t mind sighing, sprawling out on the floor and watching with his chin propped into his elbow.

What an awful human trait, this desire for more-out-there-in-the-world. What good is creating your own little creature if it always wants to find out its place in some grander scheme of things? The only world you should know is here, and him, and yet you had to get your grubby little hands on his books and read about ridiculous notions.

You probably didn’t even understand some of them, maybe most of them. That is fascinating, in its own right. He wonders what you would do, if you saw a pretty little robin hopping on the ground, about to get pounced on by some neighborhood cat.

Would your expression of delight turn to horror as the bird was mangled in the cat's jaws? Or would you not process it as horror at all, but simply an experience to learn about? Could he touch you to overlook it, as he has his experiments?

It’s tempting, sometimes, to see what you would do with more outside stimuli. But that temptation doesn’t go too far, because the whole point of your being was to shape you for himself. And that does not include this damned human desire to explore the inside and outside, forever expanding your knowledge of whos and whats and whens. 

Well. At least you didn’t put up a fight at the notion of being fixed. At least you seemed properly subdued, once he made it clear he wasn’t pleased. He’d brought you up well enough, after all. 

He’s not sure he can really pull it out of you. There are many ways to reshape the soul, and the soul he pulled into that cobbled-together body has certainly been–well, changed, by the experience. 

Could he change it further? Wipe out your memory of those books? Maybe he could reach further down, deep down into your soul, and yank out the offending desires like weeds from a garden.

Maybe so.

For his own pleasure, he’s willing to try again and again, until you are just right. 

He owes it to himself, after all, to never give up on his most thrilling experiment. 

[alchemiclee]

casual hu tao cosplay test 🤩👻

[endermaans]

I did the chasm quest (perilous trail, featuring xiao and many many others) last night. nobody told me I was going to be in hysterics the entire way down

anyways here's a few screenshots from when I was 0.2 seconds away from bursting into tears

bonus: this shit happened and I had to stare at my screen and go "kaeya are you seeing this shit"

[ellioooot-8]

the meeting of XD and 4K is finally here!! If you haven’t read this already, you are missing out!

I still can’t get over the way you write them, they’re just so. Damm. Perfect. I love how soft HD was in this, and how he’s just naturally protective of XD :((( and both of them just completely destroying XD! Their dynamic is everything and I just loved it���🏼

and the new lore :0 XD finally knows about HD being the god of the overworld!

Intertwined

DreamXD knew, in his head, that there would be a God of the Nether, but he never gave to much thought into who that could be. He certainly didn't expect to meet them. Sapnap4K is loud, incredibly open and upsettingly tall, but he's so friendly with HD, so XD tries to give him a chance.

The fic people have been waiting for and I was dying to finish.

Before you start reading I must warn you this fic is LONG. It's a bit over 12k words. So please get yourself a drink. Some snacks maybe. Or read it in chunks. Enjoy it the best way for you. I hope you enjoy the canon meeting of XD and 4K and for anyone curious, these events take place just a small bit before Dream gets locked in prison.

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The air of the Overworld was slowly growing tense. It seemed to build up every other day, and then would settle down to a stale standstill. DreamXD, trying to keep as neutral as possible, deliberately didn’t involve himself and tried as hard as he could to avoid knowing anything going on, but of course that was impossible. He could hear the whispers of gossip and talk of the day float his way and while he might not have known the whole story, he knew at the centre of it all was Dream.

It was harder to push down to a feeling of neutrality when it involved his brother. Torn in three ways between wanting to protect Dream, wanting to scold him for his actions and wanting keep out of it all was exhausting to manage. DreamXD tried as best he could to keep it all calm. He’d meet with his brother with smiles and keeping calm as he could, but the growing unease couldn’t be ignored anymore.

There was no way XD could keep ignoring it all, but it was a little easier to do if he just wasn’t there.

Despite what excuse XD used, eventually his visits to GeorgeHD in the Godly Realm became more for himself than to check up on his friend. It wasn’t like it was completely selfish though. He could still check on HD while avoiding his troubles; it didn’t have to be one or the other.

Visiting GeorgeHD was almost like a mini-vacation. With only the two of them they were locked away in their own world, of flowing soft colours.

XD was just making his way through the Godly Realm, watching the area dissolve into a void of colours. The realm was peach oranges and soft pinks, meaning HD was awake and in a good mood.

His steps hurried along the coloured void, his joy lifting immediately as though taking in the colours around him. He came to the familiar spot, where HD lay with his blankets and XD’s steps slowed.

There was an unfamiliar shape sitting by HD’s blankets. A large shape of mostly black but the closer XD’s unsure steps got, the more little details he could make out. This other shape was a person, or humanoid at least. They had on a large black coat, with thick black hair that faded out to a glowing fire orange down his back and two horns poking through the thick mane of hair.

A twinge of worry plucked in XD’s chest. If this person was here where was HD. But the closer XD got, he could finally see HD. The starry haired God was there, lounging over the lap of this new figure.

XD stopped in his tracks.

HD had never been the social kind of God. XD’s friendship with him had been about as smooth as trying to bring a cat into a bath, and the smaller God had never once mentioned any other relationships that XD was convinced he didn’t even know any other God. Yet here he was, so easily lounging over someone else’s lap.

The new figure said something that was too far for XD to hear. Whatever it was HD scoffed at it and rolled his eyes and the new figure grinned so wide with his shoulder’s shaking in a small laugh.

Jealously wrung it’s nasty head but XD swallowed it back down their throat and carried on. They didn’t know this new person, but HD did and HD was kind to them, and that was enough.

XD only had to take a few more steps forward until he was noticed. While the figure looked down to HD, their pointed ears twitched and orange eyes flicked up to catch XD approach. And they grinned again.

When the eyes were upon him, XD stopped mid-step. The stranger’s eyes were warm and sparkling with delight, like he was looking at prey. This figure was a God, clearly, and they were powerful.

“Finally. The God I’ve heard so much about.” The new God’s voice rumbled from his chest. Deep and rich.

HD tilted their head up, leaning over the God’s leg to look at XD. Their expression switched to a mild surprise. “XD. I didn’t think you’d visit so soon.”

XD took in a breath, taking a slower step forward. The new God chuckled slightly. “You don’t need to be scared. I don’t bite.”

“I’m not scared.” XD replied, hating how defensive he sounded but he was thankful his voice came out evenly.

The black haired God grinned again, slower this time. It wasn’t in a taunting or malicious way but XD felt like it held power. Like this God knew something more.

“I’m…at a disadvantage.” XD admitted. He stopped a few feet away from the two. “I don’t think we’ve ever met.”

“Hmm. No. We’ve not. At least not formally.” The new God looked down to HD, still lounged over their lap. “Usually the gracious host would introduce us.”

HD had been casually watching the two as they spoke. Suddenly addressed, his lips pulled into a scowl and he reluctantly pointed up to the figure looming over him. “XD. This brute is Sapnap4K. God of the Nether.”

The Nether God. XD thought, gaining some confidence as he stepped forward. XD knew there was a God for the Nether, or at least had assumed their was. It would have been rather selfish to think he was the only Realm God. The Nether surely had one. Maybe even the Overworld.

For the time being, XD pushed those thoughts aside as 4K extended a hand out. He shook himself off and quickly brought his own hand forward.

“I’m DreamXD. The God of the End.” They quickly introduced themselves, and shook 4K’s hand as he offered it. The Nether God’s hand was warm and his grip was strong. His fingernails were jet black and just a little bit longer than XD’s own. Something more akin to claws.

“I’ve heard about you!” 4K beamed and drew his hand back. He smiled a little softer than his grins, showing his array of fanged teeth. One fang, on his right side, grew just a little longer than the others and snagged over his bottom lip a little. XD was focused on it as 4K spoke again.

“How is the End Realm?”

It wasn’t a question XD was used to hearing. It caught them off guard for a moment, but they regained themselves quickly. “It’s…fine.”

“Really?” 4K’s head tilt. “Visited it at all?”

The question didn’t sit right with XD. A defensive tone surged through him, puffing up his chest but he, thankfully, kept  his voice calm. “I’ve looked in on it recently. Nothing changed.”

4K went to open his mouth again but rather than words a surprised squawk came out instead. 4K, and XD, looked over to see a white hand by 4K’s arm, poised in a jabbing shape and quickly disappearing as HD huffed.

“Forgive 4K, XD.” HD said as he pushed himself up from 4K’s lap. 4K leaned himself back to allow him by. “He means well but he comes across as a nosey, brash fool.”

HD shuffled himself over to his pile of blankets as 4K shrugged with a sheepish smile. “Sorry. I’m a working God. Can’t turn it off.” He looked back up to XD. “No hard feelings, I didn’t mean to give you a hard time.”

XD nodded as the flare in his chest died down. “It’s fine…” He gave a half shrug and hoping his voice didn’t betray his mood.

It seemed to have worked, as 4K’s smile softened; his eyes not glowing with such intent anymore. “Speaking of which,” He sighed. “I have to get back to the Nether. Can’t leave it alone for too long.”

HD gave a ‘tsk’ sound as his lips raised in a low scowl. The sleepy God seemed genuinely mad 4K was leaving. “It’s not going to implode.”

“No, but I can’t let the in-fighting get too rough.”

4K stretched out his hand to the ground beside him. The colours of HD’s realm swirled and mixed together, forming into an off purple colour before popping with light pink particles and the space under 4K’s hand formed into a small Nether portal.

The black haired God gave a final look over XD, smiling widely again. “It was good to finally meet you, DreamXD.”

XD gave a slow nod. “You too…”

4K nodded, to both XD and HD before he leaned back and fell into the Nether Portal. The purple vortex disappeared as soon as the Nether God was through and the ground turned back into the swirling colours of pinks and orange. He left a thick silence behind before HD let out an annoyed huff.

“What’s the point of his visits? He only ever stays for an hour, then he’s off.” HD complained while he rearranged his blankets. When he’d moved them into a position he was happy with he fell into them, letting the plush pillows and blankets break his fall as he huffed again.

When he had settled again, HD tilted his head to XD. “Also, what about you? Everything alright?”

“Alright?” XD repeated and looked over to HD almost in a daze. “What…?”

“You were here not long ago. Usually your visits are more…spaced out.”

“Oh. Yeah I’m fine.” XD shook his shoulders, shaking off the weird energy that was left behind. “I’m alright…” His voice trailed off, distracted.

Since laying eyes on the Nether God, and knowing who he was, XD’s mind was racing with a thousand thoughts and trying to carefully chose his words for how to ask HD how he knew 4K.

A low hum pulled XD out of their thoughts, just in time to see HD give a soft pat onto the blankets beside him, and XD took the invitation to sit down. They were no closer to sorting out their words, but they spoke anyway. “ I didn’t know you were friends with the Nether God. I didn’t even know you knew him.”

HD’s head slightly tilted over to XD and hummed softly. His expression was still passive so XD couldn’t get a good feel on the smaller God’s mood. “No?” HD hummed and stretched himself out. “I’d thought you had met him already…”

“I’ve not met many Gods.” XD admitted. It wasn’t like it was a terrible thing to admit yet their words still faltered slightly. They had assumed HD was similar, just from how anti-social the God was and how no-one else ever visited him before.

It was silent for a bit, but it wasn’t a bad silence. With HD, they were often quiet which meant XD had to quickly learn which silences were good and bad. Some meant he was just thinking and others meant he had nothing more to say. But this was a silence of thought, and after a moment, HD spoke again. Softly.

“That’s right. I always forget that.”

“Forget what?”

“How young you are. How much younger you are compared to us.” HD’s fingers began playing with the edges of his blanket, absent-mindedly running it through his fingers.

A horrible feeling welled in XD’s chest and it was a struggle not let it show in his voice. “How…long have you known 4K?”

The starry haired God paused and gave an annoying shrug. “Long time. Well, I’d say I only really started to know him recently but I’ve known of him. Seen him before. We weren’t close back then though.”

XD opened their mouth to speak again, but HD quickly sat up, and his ethereal hands all appeared to either straighten his robes or rearrange his blankets and pillows. “Can’t get comfy.” He  huffed, spinning himself around and resettling by XD’s side again, this time on his front. “Do you want to nap? Couldn’t sleep at all with 4K here, rambling on about nothing.”

XD softly nodded, laying back onto the blankets and few pillows laid out once the hands finished working. He went to lean his head back and settle but he felt a hand tugging at his cloak, and another curve around his shoulder and push. XD looked down to see the few ethereal hands on him, pushing him towards HD who opened his arms and hugged around XD waist.

XD was surprised by the affection but it wasn’t unwelcomed. He settled more into it when he felt HD settle, melting against his side and falling fast asleep.

It wasn’t the visit he had exactly planned, but XD was thankful for it and let his eyes shut for a moment of peace.

***

DreamXD’s wish for the situation on the server to be solved by itself was no sooner to coming true. The blonde God was trying to keep out of it all, which sadly meant avoiding his brother and friends more and more. He still kept an eye on things, making sure the server wasn’t falling apart, but without the comfort of friends, it was a very lonely task.

They tried so very hard to resist going to the Godly Realm and visiting HD again. While HD hadn’t exactly shamed them for it, XD felt self conscious the other God had noticed they were visiting so often.

It was a rather pleasant day on the SMP. A rare chill day of no fighting and the sun was comfortably warm. XD spent most of the day in their glade, but even that was getting too moody so they ventured out.

The loneliness of the walk was taking over enough that XD was beginning to cave on his alone time and tried to think of someone, anyone, he could spend time with. Dream and George were of course an obvious choice but it was only a growing matter of time with Dream until XD said something to him, so he thought better of it. Perhaps Phil and Techno would be a good visit. He hadn’t seen them in a while and it would be nice to visit them for a non-threatening reason.

XD was just talking himself into making his way over to the snowy biome, when he heard his name being called.

“Hey! DreamXD!”

It was a voice he hadn’t heard much, but one XD knew. One he had committed to memory since he’d first heard it.

“Thank Prime I found you.” The boisterous voice of 4K called out again as XD turned to address him. “I didn’t want to wander around the Overworld looking for you. Lord, this place is huge!”

XD turned, trying to hide his surprise to see 4K here but the surprise he so desperately tried to bury bloomed again, re-emerging in near complete shock.

DreamXD was tall. Even among the Gods he was fairly tall in his humanoid form. So then if he was tall, the only word to class 4K as was huge. The Nether God easily towered over XD, at least another foot taller. Probably more. For the first time XD experienced having to look up at someone.

If the surprise was obvious by XD’s manner, 4K either didn’t pick up on on it or he was very polite and didn’t mention it. He stopped just a bit in front of XD and clasping his hands together.

“Listen! I know this might be a little forward, considering we’ve just met and all, but I could really use a favour.”

No words came to XD’s mind, much less out his mouth. He could hear himself making a stupid, quiet “uhhhh” noise but all his brain could think right now was: how is he so fucking TALL?!

The top of XD’s head just about came to 4K’s shoulders, but even then XD couldn’t be sure. The Nether God hadn’t looked so tall when he was sitting down, but he had his coat blocking most of his legs, and even the parts not, HD was draped over them.

4K’s expression switched from a polite greeting smile to a confused look at the silence. “You alright?”

“Uhh…gh. Y-Yes!” XD shook himself out of his thoughts, cursing under his breath. “Sorry. It was a surprise to see you…here… What-What can I do for you?”

4K’s smile came back again, this time as a wide grin. “Listen, I know it sounds real odd, but I’m hoping it’s alright with you if I could go mine for a few pieces of iron.”

“I-Iron?” XD had prepared himself for anything when 4K asked for a favour, but he expected something a little less mundane. “Mining? I-I can just give you some.”

“Aww, you don’t have to do that!” 4K made an almost cute snort. “I don’t mind mining for it.”

“Well that’s…fine. I mean s-sure.” XD shrugged. They were never more thankful for the mask on their face because their eyes were mostly just glancing up to the top of 4K’s head and to the broadness of his shoulders and wondering how HD could just casually not mention how tall this God was.

“Great! Also, I know this one might be a bit of a stretch, but can I take a few bees back with me to the Nether? And some flowers too?”

“F-Flowers? Bees? Uh… I guess that’s fine but if you don’t mind me asking why?”

4K’s smile grew wider, eyes glowing in excitement. It was like he was waiting for this question and immediately bounced with energy just to answer it. “Okay! So I really really want to give cooking a try! I wanna try experiment with a few foods but, I mean, the Nether doesn’t have much food options. So I need to borrow just a few things from ya to start of. I really wanna try honey recipes.”

The God could make himself look like the pinnacle of terrifying if he wanted, and instead he was in the Overworld, absolutely gushing excitedly over the thought of cooking.

“U-Uh…huh. And the iron you want?”

“Just for a few buckets and cauldrons. Water doesn’t last long in the Nether so, gotta work with it how I can.”

It was weirdly endearing to see a God tackle a problem so naturally. 4K could have probably made anything he wanted from just a thought, just like most Gods, but he was so set to do it all himself; from mining to setting up the water to having the bees make honey for him. It was commendable and XD was almost distracted from the other God’s height to admire him for a moment.

“That’s all fine, sure.” XD nodded. “I’d just try and mine away from the busier areas, if that’s okay?”

“Sure! Whatever you want!” 4K grinned and he brought his hand to pat over XD’s back. His palm felt huge against the green cloak and XD couldn’t remember it feeling so big when they shook hands before. Not to mention the hit was powerful. XD controlled himself not to move much. “I owe you one! Promise! I’ll see you around!”

4K took his hand back, then took two steps in front of XD and suddenly disappeared in a fiery vortex. The flames were harmless and sizzled out as soon as 4K was gone, leaving XD alone again with his thoughts.

XD must have stood still, in the middle of the forest path, for a good ten minutes after 4K left just processing everything. His thoughts tried, very hard, to focus on 4K’s cooking journey but they all just wandered back to the shocking realisation of ‘he’s TALL’.

His first clear thoughts went to blaming HD. Not once had the sleepy God ever mentioned 4K’s height, or at least the fact he was taller than XD. It wasn’t an important detail of course but it was something that they could have at least mentioned. Just casually bring it up.

The blonde God drew their cloak around themselves in a half huff. It wasn’t jealousy, they convinced themselves. That was ridiculous. So what if 4K was taller, it didn’t matter. It was just a shock to see it the first time.

The plans to visit anyone were out the window but XD wasn’t dwelling so much on his loneliness now. He wandered back to his glade, laying on the grass and partially wondering if maybe he should have offered to help 4K mine the iron, or collect some bees.

“Suppose I don’t need to.” XD mumbled. “He could probably pluck the birds right out the sky just standing up.”

The shame hit him in a wince. Okay, maybe he was a little jealous.

***

A few days more and XD caved. They zipped off to the Godly Realm, uncaring if HD commented about it or not. They almost wanted to beg HD to be allowed to stay longer, for days or even months, anything to keep him away. They just couldn’t stand to be alone on that server anymore.

The vast colourful horizon was broken up once again by a large black coat. XD played off the slight slow in his steps and let the frown on his covered face melt away to neutrality again. 4K was sat by the bundle of blankets that HD was laying over.

The two God were talking softly between them until they noticed XD approach. HD noticed him first, turning his head just slightly but 4K followed his eyes and turned to the blonde God too. When he realised who it was, he was suddenly grinning. “XD!” He called over. “Finally! I was visiting every day waiting for you!”

XD came to a stop a couple feet away. “M-Me? Waiting for me?”

“Yes, you.” HD mumbled from his blankets. He lay over his front with a few pillows bunched in his arms to lean on. He pulled his face up  from the plush pillows to speak. “He’s annoyed me everyday asking when you’d visit. And ignoring me when I tell him to just go the Overworld and get you.”

4K scoffed to HD’s words, literally waving it away and addressing XD again. “Listen, I wanted to talk to you.” He stood up tall and XD held himself back from trying to strand up straighter.

“I feel bad how we first met. I didn’t mean to give you a hard time with the End, you know. I was just curious and I’m sorry I came off as brash.”

“O-Oh…” XD had not expected the turn of the conversation. It seemed 4K was just full of surprises, or XD had just judged him too hardly. “It’s okay. I wasn’t offended or anything.”

“Even still, I was wrong for how I acted.” 4K’s shoulder shrugged lazily. “I really want us to be friends.” He clapped his hands onto XD’s shoulders. “So, fresh start?”

The Nether God was so blunt and open with his feelings, which caught XD completely of guard. XD wasn’t shy about expressing himself but words never really came to him easily. 4K was so open and honest with it all, saying whatever came to his mind.

The honesty was refreshing and swept XD’s mood from unease to optimism. “Yeah,” XD smiled softly, hoping it was heard in his voice. “Of course!”

4K’s smiled wide and his eyes seemed to glow with his glee. “Fantastic!”

One of 4K’s arms hugged around XD’s shoulders and pulled them into the Nether God’s side. He was near meltingly warm and so much larger, but he wasn’t intimidating. XD had to stop himself for just leaning into 4K’s side as the taller God lead him to HD’s blanket pile.

“You all done being a giant sap?” HD muffled into their pillow.

“Well excuse me for broadening my friend circle!”

The two Gods bickered, but 4K spoke with a smile and HD’s cheeks were bright colours. The taller God led XD over, before taking his arm back and sitting down by HD. XD followed and sat opposite HD, closer to his other side.

4K had shrugged off his long coat and took off the armour on his chest and legs. He kept on his metal bracelets which seemed to be glowing on the underside against his skin, but other than those he was lounging in a ripped orange t-shirt and loose black trousers with black boots.

HD’s goggles were off too, leaving only the wraps around his eyes. Not wanting to seem overly formal, XD removed his mask and shrugged off his own cloak and folded it off to the side. Despite losing cover, HD’s realm was always warm and XD stretched out his arms a little to enjoy it. That’s when he noticed 4K’s eyes on him and the Nether God was grinning again.

Until one of HD’s helper hands appeared and began slapping into 4K’s arm.

“I told you not to stare at his arms!” HD hissed from his pillow, and looked near enough ready to hit 4K himself with one of them. “I! Told! You!”

“I wasn’t staring! I wasn’t! OW! Stohop!”

4K tried batting away the hand hitting against his shoulder and arm but it would always worm his way around and hit him again. Even despite the hits, 4K was smiling and laughing throughout them.

A self conscious shiver ran up XD’s spine. They suddenly became more aware of their lower set of arms and folded them over their legs just as 4K caught at the hand smacking him.

“Would you stop-I wasn’t staring! Not in a bad way!”

“I told you not to stare at all!” XD had never seen HD look so heated. His hair seemed to ruffle more from his anger than his usual bed head. XD remembered the times he met 4K and both times he had his cloak wrapped around himself, his arms completely out of sight. No chance to stare there.

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way. The extra arms are cool!” 4K repeated and XD realised he was addressing them now. “I’m sorry if I was staring. I really didn’t mean to make you self conscious it’s just that…well it’s cool!”

“I…th-thanks…” XD mumbled just not knowing what else to say. His arms felt awkward and heavy.

“No I mean it! It’s real cool. I mean, much better than having say - I dunno - a bunch of little white ethereal hands to control - OHOW!”

The whack to his arm was very obviously coming. 4K even flinched before the hand hit him but even still he was smiling and giggling all the while HD huffed.

“You behave like a child!” The hand disappeared and HD settled back into his pillow. “You just say stupid stuff to get attention.”

“Stop giving me attention then.” 4K practically had his tongue poking out, but HD just scoffed him off. “But back to my point!” His head turned back to 4K. “So, did you form with those arms? Like when you took a natural form?”

“Uh…yes. Well I guess.” XD hadn’t expected the question and tried to think. He was going back into memories he hadn’t thought of in years. Years of years.

“You guess?” 4K asked curiously.

“Well… I was made in this form so I see this as my…true form.” XD hesitantly admitted, though he really shouldn’t have been embarrassed. XD didn’t speak to many other Gods but he knew some, especially those choosing to live in the Godly Realm, would shrug off their more normal form to be in their true form.

Most were snobbish about it, but 4K’s eyes widened with interested.

“Oh really?! That’s rather cool.” The Nether God smiled. “Amazing. So you knew your form already.”

“I didn’t know that…” HD mumbled, trying not to sound surprised by it but he was clearly as curious as 4K was.

“A fact about DreamXD not even HD knew. Hmm.” 4K grinned smugly again. “Guess I’m the new favourite.”

HD scoffed again, and 4K tensed in perhaps expecting another hit but it never came. Once he relaxed again, he carried on. “But anyway, that’s rather cool. I always thought more limbs would be more handy. More hands to help, you know.”

“Does come in use for some stuff…” XD agreed. He wasn’t exactly ready to admit his arms had recently been more useful to hold someone down and give them tickles. He gave a small little glance to HD and even though his mask covered his face, he was sure his look was felt as the starry haired God’s cheeks flushed a little pinker but they said nothing. XD focused back onto 4K. “Being tall is also really useful.” He added.

“Yeah…I guess nothing is ever out of my reach.” 4K gave a snort laugh again. “Think I’d prefer the arms though…”

“Well it’s not like you’ve got nothing.” HD spoke up. He watched 4K with an expression XD couldn’t decipher, but it seemed to send the right message as 4K grinned.

“Oh yeah, I can do some things.” 4K turned back to XD, still grinning. “Watch.”

4K sat himself up straight and brought up his arms. He angled his right arm down and the glow under his metal bracer seemed to seep out, past the metal and running down 4K’s arm to his hand. XD blinked and realised it wasn’t just a glow; it was lava.

The lava drooped like thick syrup from the bracer, never breaking apart. It stayed in one shape as it ran over 4K’s hand. The black haired God’s other hands positioned under to catch the lava, but before it could make contact, the lava curved before touching skin and began to pool together and swirl into a ball shape. Just as the lava stopped pouring out of 4K’s right bracer, the God shifted the lava orb to hover above his palm in a perfect ball shape. It wobbled sometimes, a little drop falling out one way or another but it would right it self again and continue the cycle.

“It’s…lava. You can control lava?” XD watched the lava as he asked. It was almost hypnotising seeing the way the colours of fire would blend and melt together, giving it a warm glow.

“Yeah! But this isn’t regular lava!” 4K moved forward excitedly. “This lava doesn’t burn!”

XD threw up his eyebrow in a quizzical look. It wasn’t something too far-fetched to believe. Gods could do amazing things, but something in XD’s mind wouldn’t separate the look of lava from the heat of it.

“Look! Just try it!” 4K held his hand, offering the lava orb to XD.

“This feels like a trick.” XD admitted, their smile turning shaky. Of course 4K didn’t seem like the kind to hurt them, but they were sure there was some trick here.

“No! It’s safe, I promise. Look!”

4K shuffled himself back closer to HD, holding out his palm with the lava as offering. HD scoffed, almost giggling, but 4K pushed his hand forward and after a moment HD sighed and held out his own hand.

The lava dripped onto HD’s hand, and despite the sleepy God’s calm nature, XD worried when the first dropped touched onto his skin. But, HD didn’t scream in pain, or react at all. The lava melted onto his hand and HD even closed his fingers around it, giving a squeeze before handing it back to 4K. The lava returned to it’s ball shape in the Nether God’s palm.

“You see? It’s perfectly safe. Try it!”

Still with a sliver of doubt and precaution, XD slowly offered up his hand. 4K dropped the lava onto his palm, the same way he had with HD, and the lava melted again.

It flowed over XD’s hand as it did with HD. It was warm. Comfortingly warm. XD couldn’t really describe the feeling of lava and it probably wasn’t this. It was almost soft, and with it’s added warmth, it was like the feeling of being cosy in a physical form.

“It’s…nice!”XD’s voice sounded more surprised than he meant it to.

“Well of course! I wasn’t going to let it burn you!” 4K playfully scoffed. “Watch what else it can do.”

4K’s tone was worrying, almost teasing. XD didn’t have time to worry about it though because the lava in his hand started moving. It was no longer flowing like liquid, but it actively moved, curling around his wrist and up his arm. XD would have been more worried if not for the calm expression on HD’s face and the excited look 4K was giving him. This was clearly supposed to happen so XD calmed himself and watched the lava slowly expand up his arm.

When the lava reached to his elbow, it stopped moving and started stretching. The blob of lava thinned out as it stretched up to XD’s shoulders and around his back and draped over him like a large blanket.

“Th-This is…” XD shrugged their shoulders slightly, not to move the blanket off but to resettle it on them. It took on a more solid state, not drooping or dribbling but instead flowing down him like it was an actual cloak.

“Don’t tell him it’s good. He’ll never shut up about it.” HD huffed. “He’s been bragging and boasting about that lava blanket for months.”

“Uh! Excuse me! I didn’t hear you complaining about it when you were wrapped up and cosy in it a few weeks ago.” 4K’s acted offended but his voice was light-hearted. HD made a grumbled response into his pillow, his cheeks flushing slightly before settling back down.

“It is really good though.” XD complimented.

“You can keep it on for now, if you want.” 4K offered kindly. His smile took on a sweeter look, almost more warm than his grins. Though even with his fangs hidden, the one fang on his right side still poked out over his lip.

“You don’t mind?” XD asked, rather hopefully. The blanket was warm and comforting and they had unconsciously started wrapping it more around themselves.

4K gave a small chuckle, which XD blushed to, but 4K’s tone was warm and not teasing. “Yeah it’s fine.” His voice almost purred. “You look too cosy to take it away, anyway.”

XD hummed a thanks, wrapping the blanket till it was fully engulfing him, then he relaxed; slowly relaxing his muscles that he had no idea were tense.

Talk continued between the three, though XD was rather out of it conversation wise. Every once in a while the lava blanket would roll over one of his muscles, working out a knot and relaxing him down even further. His eyes were fluttering closed, straining to keep open as the other twos voices became distant and mumbled. He was still engaging in conversation as much as he could though, watching 4K with interests as he spoke so calmly to HD and looked so gently to XD. He felt warmed and safe.

In all honesty XD didn’t know where the conversation was by the time they’d fluttered back. They could have kept in that warm happy daze but 4K’s voice rumbled in his ear, warmly chuckling. “Enjoying yourself?”

XD blinked out their haze. The blanket was still around them but they had moved. XD was once sitting opposite HD and 4K, but now they were by 4K’s side, leaned against the Nether God as he had his arm around XD.

4K chuckled. “Good huh?”

XD’s cheeks burned a deep pink, but despite the shame they could feel themselves sinking further into the blanket. They went to talk, but the only sound they could make was low hum and soft sigh. Had they fallen asleep? How long for? They certainly felt groggy.

“Sorry…” XD pushed through the sleep heavy on his tongue.

“It’s alright, no need to be sorry.” 4K assured him. His voice was soft, warm and comforting, just pulling XD further into the pools of sleep. Trying to form words just made XD hum again. “You want to wake up?” 4K asked and, because his vision was blurred from sleep, XD couldn’t see the mischievous smirk upon the taller God’s lips. “The lava blanket can help with that too.”

XD’s ears twitched in interest and he looked up to 4K. “Oh?” He asked curiously, pulling himself to try and sit up.

The smirk had pulled back to a warm smile by the time XD looked up to him, and 4K nodded. “Yeah.”

HD’s hands gripped onto his opposite arms, watching the two like a hawk. XD just happened to noticed when the lava blanket slowly tightened around them. It wasn’t uncomfortable, more like being extra tucked in to a bed. The warm lava pushed XD’s arms into their sides and tucked under their chin. XD was still working through the haze of sleepiness, but they were aware enough to realise they were immobilised. Their arms gave an experimental push, finding the lava didn’t have much give.

Sleepiness faded not to alertness but to the realisation that something was going on. XD giggled, just to let out the nervous energy bubbling in his chest, but as he opened his mouth to speak a higher pitched, squeaking giggle came out of his mouth instead.

There was a definite poke into his side, but his eyes were on HD and 4K and he knew it couldn’t be from one of them. His first thought was one of the HD’s ethereal hands had jabbed at him to wake him, but there was nothing at his side. XD looked down and the only thing on his side was the lava blob wrapped around him.

The poke happened again, drawing out another squeak and XD clicked that it was the lava blob poking him. Again…and again and again and XD’s giggling just got louder and louder.

“Wh-wahaha?”

“I knew you were ticklish.” 4K voice was dangerously low and when XD looked over, the Nether God had a wide smile on his face. A smile like a predator just caught it’s prey.

“Wh-Whahat…?”

The lava poking had stopped now, but it didn’t unwrap itself. XD pushed at it with his arms again and it was still unmoving in their hold. “I-Ihihi’m…”

Saying he was not ticklish was a lie, and it had just been proven moments ago.  XD just started talking to let out the nervous giggles in his throat but now he didn’t know what to say.

“I told you he was!” 4K carried on talking. He uncrossed his legs while looking at HD, talking as if XD wasn’t even there.

“I said he was! I wasn’t doubting you.” HD huffed.

“I heard doubt in your voice! There was doubt!”

XD tired to push his arms again. He found out he had more wiggle room moving his arms up and down and tried to get his arms up to his chest, but he either moved too much or 4K looked over at the wrong time.

“Oh no you don’t.” 4K said so casually and just gave one little poke over XD’s forehead.

The world suddenly fell out of view as XD was easily pushed onto his back. His head hit a soft pillow he was sure wasn’t there before and his legs unfolded from underneath him. Stuck with an idea, XD tried to get his feet on the ground for balance and give himself a push, but his ankles were quickly grabbed and his legs stretched.

“Ah, ah, ah. None of that.” 4K tutted.

The lava blanket stretched again, going further and further down XD’s legs till they were pulled together and immobilised as well. The lava ended just above his knees then it stopped again.

“Wh-What’s happening?” XD didn’t speak again until the giggles were out of their voice. Didn’t stop them bubbling up in his stomach though.

“Well!” 4K’s grin widened and his eyes were suddenly on XD. It was somehow worse than having him just talk over XD like he wasn’t there. Now those glowing orange eyes were trained on him, making XD feel smaller than he’d ever felt. “I make it a personal mission of myself to know the tickle spot of everyone. A tickle connoisseur, you could call me!”

An indignant huff came from HD still nested into his blankets, which 4K ignored. His full attention was on XD. “So, I wanna know every tickly spot on you. But mostly I find out your worst tickle spot. The spot that drives you insane.”

4K’s eyes rounded with excitement and XD felt the ghostly tickles just starting in his armpits. His skin tingled and he tried his hardest to fight off the urge to curl in on himself. Not even sure the lava blob would have let him anyway.

“So, are you gonna tell me your worst spot right now?”

“N-Noho!” XD stuttered.

“Perfect! More fun this way.” 4K gave a small clap before pushing himself up. He hooked his fingers onto the front of the lava blanket wrapped around XD and pulled him up.

He moved about XD so easily it was like the End God weighed nothing to him. XD was turned and placed back on the ground but his head was now by HD.  He gave a shy look up to HD, who was smugly smiling above him.

“Hiya XD.” The starry haired God taunted, his voice unusually light.

XD’s cheeks flushed red and he tried to sink down and hide his face in his shoulder. “Nn-Wait! Hehedehe, help mehe!” He tried pleading, and his hopes for rescue quickly dashed as HD shook his head.

“Nope.” HD said with the same light playful voice. “I’m neutral in all this.”

“B-But…”

Whatever excuse XD was trying to cobble together flew out his mind when he felt the lava blanket lift off him. It unwrapped itself and pulled away, floating towards 4K’s outstretched hand. XD was too distracted by the sight to realise he was free, and when he did and tried to quickly push himself up, his wrists were suddenly grabbed.

Two of his upper arms were grabbed and hoisted up over his head. His lower two were pulled out and slightly up. XD looked up and around frantically, trying to find out what had held him down and saw his wrists held down by HD’s ethereal hands.

“Wah?!” XD’s voice came out in a part question and mostly a noise of pure surprise and betrayal. He quickly looked back up to HD. “YOU! Yohou said you weheren’t hehelping him.”

“Hmm…nope.” HD made an overly fake hum of thought before smiling. “I said I was staying neutral, and you assumed I wouldn’t help him. But honestly XD, this isn’t an equal fight at all. You’d be held down whether I helped him or not.”

Any argument XD had meant to say was suddenly forgotten as 4K sat down by XD’s side suddenly. One of his arms stretched over XD’s waist to lean on the colourful ground and lean over XD. The other hand held up the lava blob which turned into it’s smaller form. It seemed impossible that small blob stretched out so wide to entangle XD.

“So!” 4K’s spoke. “Here’s what I’m going to do. This little blob,” he lifted his hand slightly with the lava blob, “that you got so friendly with is going to travel up your body, starting with your feet, and tickle over every tickly spot it finds till we find your worst spot.” His grin widened, showing his full array of sharp teeth. “Then…oh when I find that spot I’m going to tickle you until you’re on the edge of madness!”

XD would have shrank down, if they physically could, but HD’s hands held tight and there was nowhere for XD to shrink in to. They were making a string of high squeaking giggles though, letting out their nervous energy they couldn’t let out through their body.

“Or… you could just tell me your worst spot now and I’ll be much more merciful.” 4K’s voice tried to take on a sweet tone but it was hard to describe him as ‘sweet’ when he was still grinning and his eyes were wild.

“Nnn…B-But you’ll still tihickle mehe…” XD voice squeaked.

“Of course!” 4K nodded.

“N-Noho!”

“Well suit yourself, that was your last chance.” 4K shrugged.

The Nether God turned his attention around. Down to XD’s legs. The blonde God’s eyes followed 4K’s line of sight and tried to curl his legs up, in some useless protection. It didn’t protect him at all when 4K swung one of his legs over XD’s thighs and held them down.

The lava blob was moved closer and closer down to XD’s feet. 4K watching for XD’s expression and even through the giggly nerves were running through every part of the End God’s body, he still managed to stutter out.

”W-Wahait! Wahait! Mihiy feet aren’t ti-tihicklihish...”

The blob stopped it’s terrible decent as 4K looked back to XD. His eyebrow cocked up and he looked up to HD for confirmation. XD just managed to see the end of HD’s shrug when he looked up.

“I dunno. I’ve not tickled him there.” The starry haired God mumbled. It was infuriatingly flustering to see the sleepy HD lounging so casually, and the ethereal hands holding down XD’s arms so tightly.

“Well, we’ll see anyway.” 4K turned his head back and the lava dropped onto XD’s feet.

Even though his feet weren’t sensitive, XD still yelped as the warm lava touched his skin. The lava moved like it knew it’s mission. It covered over XD’s feet, the warmth of the lava quickly heating them up. XD could feel the lava experimentally poke along his soles and trace up to his toes. He curled his feet a little, seeing how much movement he had and shaking off the goosebumps feeling.

His feet were hardly every touched, and XD honestly worried that maybe they would be ticklish after all this time. But thankfully his giggling died down completely, and the touch on his feet did nothing.

4K’s grin returned at XD’s yelp, hoping it had been a lie, but it fell again when XD stopped giggling. “Hmm…” They hummed. “Fine. So you’re feet aren’t ticklish. But no matter. We have other placed to try~”

The sing-song tone sent a small shiver through XD and he made another attempt to pull at his arms. His armpits were so open and vulnerable and the lava would surely be there in no time.

“Well that’s not going to work.” The soft tone of HD came from above XD and the End  God looked up. He must have been some sight with his face burning red and hair a mess from his attempted struggles, but HD just gave him a gentle smile. Not a taunting one.

“P-Plehease… Let me go?” XD tried begging to HD’s softer nature.

“Hmm. Nope.” HD gently shook his head. “As sweet as you are, XD, I fear 4K’s tickly retaliation more than I sympathise with your plight.”

4K made a scoff at that and brought XD’s attention back down. “You’re just as excited to see this as I am.”

The blob started moving again to 4K’s demand. It moved on from XD’s feet and stretched over XD’s ankles and up to his shins, encasing him from below his knees to his ankles. It moved as it had on XD’s feet, giving a few pokes, traces and tickles over every piece of skin it could get, and this time it was the response 4K hoped for.

A loud squeak came first before XD descended into giggles. The lava had poked at his ankles first, surprising the blonde God who hadn’t even realised his ankles were ticklish. Then the lava poked up and down his calves, tracing shapes into his shin and igniting his nerves.

“W-Wahait! NnnapphhAHAHAhahaha! S-Stahap! STahaHAP!”

“Well your feet might not be ticklish, but your ankles sure are.”

The rumbling, amused voice of 4K felt like it shook XD’s bones and tingled over every nerve on his skin. The tickles along his shins and ankles seemed more sensitive and his skin broke out in goosebumps.

“N-Noho! Pleeease! Pleheheahase dohohon’t!”

He pulled at his arms, and tried kicking his legs but the lava acted well to tickle and hold him down, while HD’s hands were locked onto his wrists. Then most movement he could get was shaking his head and wiggling his waist slightly but that wasn’t really working to free himself. It just really served to work out the squirming energy building up in him.

“Buuuut,” 4K carried on. “While your ankles are ticklish, it’s clearly not your worst spot.”

At his words the tickling slowly stopped, the lava blob laying still for just a moment before slithering upwards. Instead of stretching out, like before, it gathered all over both of XD’s knees, pulling them in together as 4K moved his legs to lay over XD’s ankles.

One of 4K’s claws was lazily tracing over XD’s sole, following the End God’s foot whenever he tried to shake the claw off. It didn’t tickle, but it certainly didn’t help the tingling feeling crawling all over his skin.

The lava settled over his knees, covering just above his knees and below. Even though it was only warming his knees for now, it didn’t stop XD’s blabbering and pleading.

“W-WAHAIT! Wait wait!”

“You keep asking me to wait, but you’re not offering any reason to.” 4K’s voice had just the hint of a disappointed sigh. “Why would I ever want to wait when your adorable giggles are just one tickle away?”

Despite trying with all their might, XD couldn’t hold back their giggling. Their face was already blushing red, now it felt like their cheeks were burning. “I-I cahan g-giggle without being t…t-t-tihickled…”

“But they’re not as cute that way.” 4K smiled, and though it seemed completely soft and sincere, the wild look in his eyes was anything but. He looked at XD like the younger God was food, and he was hungry.

XD tried to sink further down, but it offered no help to the worming feeling squirming around in their stomach. Their arms were held too far away so they couldn’t even hide their blushing face. They were open, vulnerable; and helpless.

The lava chose that moment to strike. Content with warming up XD’s knees, the lava poked into the side of XD’s knee which caused his yelp to come out in a scream. The curious little lava tendril slipped under XD’s knees, giving soft as feather traces to the sensitive skin while the lava just above XD’s knees began squeezing and kneading over them.

XD’s back arched as much as his bindings would allow. His squeak turned into a silent laugh for one small second before mad howling laughter burst from his chest and he squirmed as much as his binds would let him.

“NOOO PLEHEHEASE STOHOHOP! N-nOHOhohoT THEHERE!”

“Not there?” 4K’s grin widdened. “Is there a bad spot?” His voice rose with excitement but it was mostly drowned out by XD’s loud laughter.

XD’s knees were rather sensitive but they were never so bad he’d ever shriek. Honestly his knees were a favourite spot to be tickled, but something with that lava had turned them from a sweet spot to a direct link with his nerves, coursing electricity through him and giving him no relief from the tickling.

If this gets to my armpits, I’ll die. I’ll surely die!

The lava blob, which XD was sure was some kind of devil, stopped squeezing above XD’s knees and instead made a skittering feeling along the front and back of his knee. It wasn’t as maddening as the kneading and squeezes but still being on edge and overly ticklish, XD’s laughter came out in deep cackles.

“Have we already found your worst spot?”

XD could hear 4K’s words that time. He sounded almost disappointed though when the End God could muster up the strength to peek one of his eyes open he could see the taunting smile still.

A plan took root in XD’s mind. If he pretended his knees were the terrible spot he could handle more tickling there. It had been unbearably maddening at first but now XD knew what the lava could do, he could handle it easily. Much better than he could with it in his armpits.

But all hopes of that plan were surely dashed, as HD’s voice spoke up.

“No, they’re not his worst. He likes his knees being tickled.”

XD gave a gasp just as the tickling subsided and the lava fully stilled.

“Awwww, but his knees were so fun.” 4K pouted.

XD took a moment to catch their breath, grateful for the small rest, before looking up to HD accusingly, though it probably didn’t hold as much power as his hair was dishevelled and his face was blushing red.

“Th-This isn’t neutral! Thahat’s helping him!” He accused.

HD gave a slow shrug, annoying shrug. “Maybe just a little.” He grinned back.

“Hardly!” 4K spoke up. “I asked you for ages what his worst spot was and you wouldn’t tell me. I even tried tickling it out of you and you held out!”

The calm sweetness of HD’s demeanour melted away as his face turned red and he looked up to 4K with an expression mixed with flustered and annoyance.

“I told you I wasn’t sure and you didn’t believe me!” HD defended.

“Yeah, but you’ve tickled him before, you know some of his spots at least but you kept clamped up no matter how many times I squeezed your sides.”

While XD felt affection to HD above him, it was still mixed with thoughts of betrayal as the God’s ethereal hands were holding XD down. It was a fun, more playful side of HD that XD so rarely got to see, unfortunately he couldn’t enjoy it much as the lava started moving again.

It crawled up from his knees to his thighs, laying out over the legs and warming them up. 4K had moved from his legs, taking his own leg off XD’s but it was quickly replaced by two more of HD’s helper hands clamping around his ankles. XD wanted to hiss ‘traitor’ again but 4K started talking.

“Well, if you react to that on a spot you like, I think we got a good idea how you’ll be when we DO find that bad spot. So, lets speed up this process shall we?”

XD opened his mouth to protest, but his words were cut off by a squeaking laugh as the lava instantly started squeezing all up and down his thighs. It wasn’t a spot he was tickled a lot in, but XD knew his legs were sensitive.

The lava squeezed up and down the side of his thighs while few tendrils squeezed between and skittered his inner thighs.

“NAHAhaaha! Nohoho plehease! PLEASE! STOHOHOP!”

“Oh, a good response. But not the one we want.”

The lava stretched up, though it kept on tickling at his thighs, now squeezing down the back of them. XD fully tugged at the hands around his ankles but his leg was annoyingly unmoving.

XD felt a surge of sympathy for George for ever tickling him on the back of his thighs.

That lava had now reached his hips, drilling into his hip bones and sending shock wave after shock wave through his body.

“Nohoho! NOHOHO! STAHAHAP! I’ll-I’ll dieeeehehehehehe!”

HD cooed something above him, but XD couldn’t make out the words. He could just hear the older God’s soft tone while the lava continued up and up it’s climb. It slowly stopped tickling XD’s thighs, and shifted further up so now it was fully  wrapped around his sides and stomach.

He had just a moments rest, the lava settling over his stomach, before it started tickling again. This time the blob was vibrating just ever so slightly. Mostly his tummy and sides would elicit soft giggles from being tickled, but being so overly sensitive and warm, his giggles turned into desperate yelps and chitters.

“Plehehease! Plehehease plehehehehease!” XD helplessly yapped. “Dohohon’t! Plehehehease! DOHOHON’T!”

“You give the cutest reactions to your tummy being tickled.” 4K cooed. Finally being able to hear the two didn’t help XD’s already sensitive nerves. Even worse was him risking to peek out and watch 4K grinning above him, or completely ignore his ticklish plight and talk over XD to HD.

“Not a lot of space left on him.” 4K hummed. His voice as warm as the lava kneading into XD’s lower stomach. “Must be reaching that special spot soon.”

“I’d say so.” HD hummed in agreement. “He’s getting more and more squirmy the higher you go too.”

Were they? XD hadn’t even noticed. They’d honestly not been fully aware how their body was reacting. They pulled and tugged on their restrains but without being able to get free they tried not to focus on it so much.

XD had never felt the full jaws of helplessness. He’d been in weakened states before or maybe been surprised a few times with hands in his armpits, but he’d always had the power to fight back. In the past he’d let the tickling last for so long because he wanted it, knowing at any time he could have overpowered his ticklers and gotten out of it. But this was nothing like that.

He was fully trapped, unable to move and at the complete mercy of two older Gods who showed off and boasted how helpless he was. His skin prickled and felt overly sensitive to every little touch. Not even touch, even 4K’s teasing felt like it was tickling. Being tickled by words was something beyond fluttering.

Was this how it felt to be truly helpless? Was this how Dream or George felt whenever he held them still and tickled them?

The tickling stopped over his stomach and sides, but the lava never moved. It settled more softly over XD’s stomach, like it was a warm cat laid out over his tummy. But the second XD caught his breath, and sighed for his muscles to relax, the lava started moving again.

XD near shrieked. “NONononono! STOP!” He pulled at his legs, only managing to twist himself ever so slightly. “You cahahan’t!”

“Oh? Can’t I?” 4K leaned over XD, further driving in the helpless point. The wide grinning fangs of 4K came closer and closer and XD couldn’t slink back far away enough. “Cause it looks like I can. It looks like I can keep tickling your tummy if I want. And then, go up and tickle your ribs, then your armpits, then your chest and back, and then your neck. And then, if somehow I’ve missed your spot, the lava can go aaaaaaall the way back down and we do it again.” His grin widened. “And again, and again, and again…”

“No! Please…” XD gasped, his armpits tingling already from just the thought of that lava blob settling there. It would tickle him, beyond what he felt with his knees or his thighs. Beyond anything he had ever felt before. He’d go mad. “I’ll-I’ll do anything!”

“Well I want to tickle your worst spot so you’re already doing everything I want.”

“No!”

Panic and desperation flared in XD’s chest. His mind pulled for any excuse, any reasoning he could offer the Nether God to stop the terrible lava on it’s way. It was crawling half way up his ribs, nearly at his lower set of armpits. If it touched him there, he would die. Absoutely die. It wouldn’t even have to tickle him, if it just touched him he’d fall into hysterics right away.

The lava had just touched under his armpit, and XD screamed out of pure survival instinct.

“NO! MY ARMPITS! My armpits are ticklihish! They’re the wohohorst spot! Plehehehehease!”

The terrible lava stopped completely and pulled back. XD felt an elation of relief and joy, yet the triumphant laughter from 4K dropped all that into a nervous pit in his stomach.

“I knew it! I knew it!” 4K cheered. He pulled himself back with such force his wild hair went flying and he looked to HD with the widest grin. “I told you he’d cave before we got there! I told you!”

“Oh shut up!” HD huffed, but his cheeks were flowing with colours of soft blues, pinks and oranges. There was a light blush under them too. “I was so close.”

“Not close enough~” 4K sang in a teasing tone. Not even directed at him and XD was overcome with goosebumps. “I knew it’d get it out of him. Just a little teasing and he sang for me.”

His attention turned to the blonde God underneath him and XD couldn’t hold back his giggle from the stare.

“Just to let you know, your armpits being your worst spot is like the cutest thing ever. I assume it’s both sets of them, yeah?”

The ethereal hands around XD’s wrist didn’t let go, but the ones around his ankles faded off. It didn’t matter though as 4K swung his leg over XD’s waist and set himself down onto XD’s lap.

“Hah-wait wait!” XD frantically shook his head. “I-I told you! I said the spot!”

“Exactly.” 4K widely grinned. He reached out and gave a soft boop against XD’s nose. “And now I get to tickle your armpits to my hearts content.”

The sinking feeling came back. “N-You! You said you’d go easy on me.”

“Oh, no…” 4K’s eyes half lidded. “I said I’d go easy on you if you told me your spot. Buuuut, I also told you that was your last chance to tell me.”

The pit in the bottom of XD’s stomach seemed to open up and swallow them whole. A deep sinking feeling they were forever falling into.

“N-No! Please!”

“Don’t worry, I won’t use the lava though.” 4K quickly assured him. The lava had been resting in 4K’s hand, but at his words the lava slipped back into the metal bracer around his arm. With the monstrous blob finally out of sight, XD felt his muscles relax ever so slightly, but they tensed up again at the sight of 4K’s long black nails.

They were similar to XD’s, but just slightly longer. He’d always scoff when HD would call his nails claws whenever XD would tickle him with them, but XD couldn’t see them as anything but. They were claws. Terribly tickly claws that were about to dig right in and skitter into XD’s horribly ticklish armpits.

“W-Wahait! Ahaha…n-no! D-Dohon’t!”

“Ohhh and your armpits are so wide open for me as well. How thoughtful of you XD~” 4K continued to tease.

“N-NO! I cahan’t geheee…”

XD looked up to HD again. The starry haired God was still watching the scene but instead of the soft expression from before, he was looking almost excitedly towards the two. Waiting to see what would happen and grinning to XD when he looked up for help.

“Well let’s get started then.” 4K said excitedly, snapping XD’s attention back to him. 4K’s fingers were wiggling in anticipation, sending tingling tickles all through  XD’s skin. He near yelped when the fingers slowly came down, but then all at once the fingers stopped. 4K pulled his hands back and he looked calmer.

“Ah! Wait. What’s your safeword?”

4K’s voice came out so genuine it was almost whiplash from his teasing voice. It took XD out of the moment for a second, dumbfounding him into silence.

“Wha…what?”

“Your safeword? When you want it to stop. What is it?”

XD’s felt his cheeks flush with affection rather than anticipation. “Uh…Green…”

4K paused for a moment before letting out a low hum and shaking his head. “Nah, that won’t work. Sometimes we use the colour system to check in, and green means good to go. It has to be something different.”

XD racked his brain for another word. Something that he could remember but not just blurt out. Something that meant safety…

“G…Glade? Would that work?”

4K and HD both hummed together before 4K nodded. “Yeah, okay, that works.” He gave an easy shrug. “Now, let’s start.”

There was no build up or warning this time. 4K’s hands were suddenly in XD’s armpits, his claws scribbling all over the hollows, and XD howled.

“FFFFFFUHUHUHSSSKHAHAHAHA! HAHAHHA STAHAHAHAP!!! STAHAHAHAP!”

“This is the reaction I hoped you’ve have!” 4K yelled above the laughter. His voice didn’t sound at all bothered, as XD was struggling under him like a mad bull. He bucked his hips and squirmed side to side like he was trying to turn over, but 4K’s strength was not letting it happen. He did well to hold down the flailing End God.

“I think you’re really killing him.” HD commented, not looking up from watching XD’s hysterics. “I’ve never seen him this bad.”

“There’s another set of armpits for you to join in?” 4K offered. He was talking so casually as he started drilling his thumbs along the bottom of the armpits.

“I think that would really kill him.” HD mused, but he smiled afterwards. “Maybe just before he’s about to tap out.”

“PLEEEEEEHAHAHAHASE! STOHOHOHOP PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

The drilling into his armpits were not nearly as good as the scribbling. While still laughing he didn’t struggle as hard, though it was getting harder to tell if it was because of how much it tickled or from XD getting tired. His face was red, his hair sticking to his forehead and cheeks.

4K switched between vibrating and spidering his fingers into the End God’s underarms. The claws along his pits definitely had more effect than with fingers. Poor XD’s laughter jumped up to shrieks and his begs for mercy became more incomprehensible.

“FFFFAHAHAHAHAHAAASHHHH! FUHUHUCK! OHOHOHO PLEHEASE! Please! D-Dohohohohon’t! Have-HAHAve mercihIHIHIY! NOHOHOHO! NOHOHOHOT AGAHAH-AHAHAAHAHAHA!”

XD had never felt tickling like this in their life. Not even when Dream or George had gone for their armpits had it ever been this bad. With the two tickling them, they were always safe with the knowledge they could stop it at any moment. They were never fully trapped or helpless. But here, against two older and stronger Gods, there was nothing they could do.

He pulled at his arms but HD’s hands were firm. His legs kicked, hips bucked and knees struck onto the back of 4K’s back  and the Nether God barely reacted. XD had barely even moved him. All he could do was shake his head, laugh helplessly and plead for mercy from two overjoyed ticklers.

Tears fell down his cheeks from under the wraps of his eyes, giving him some sort of grounding feeling to focus on, but even that was a slipping comfort. The longer 4K attacked his armpits, the more he could feel his mind snapping. And yet he never uttered the safeword. Perhaps it was a delusional sense of pride, thinking he could outlast the two Gods torment and teasing. And there was a lot of teasing.

“Ya know your lower set of armpits seems much more tickly than your upper ones?” 4K pointed out while he was switching between tickling the two. Sometimes he’d tickle the right upper and left lower pit and switch every once in a while. Though there was never a set time for him to stay. Sometimes he’d tickle for seconds and other times it felt like hours. “That’s honestly really cute.”

“Your nose does a little scrunch whenever your lower pits are tickled too.” HD added. He poked at the tip of XD’s nose and tickled ever so lightly with his claw to re-enact the nose scrunching again. “You just become so cute when you’re tickled.”

XD made a sound between his laughter. Something between a bark and a hiss. It was possible he was trying to say words but 4K suddenly scribbling claws into his upper underarms mumbling up any words he could actually say into his laugh.

“I think he’d gonna tap out~” He could hear 4K tease. “I’m almost certain of it~”

Something about the taunt made XD strengthen his resolve he was going to last. They would give up before he would. Though perhaps he was only believing it because 4K switched from scribbling to vibrating again. He focused and tried to collected his mind even though it was being zapped by tickle after tickle.

“You want to join in now~” 4K grinned to HD again. He spoke in a softer voice, deliberately quiet to not be heard over XD’s laughter.

“Hmm… Maybe.” HD slowly grinned as well and resettled themselves up on his pillows. They brought their arms out from under them, not yet leaning them over in case XD saw.

“He will legit die after this though.” HD warned again. “So you can’t tickle him too much. You need to be able to let him speak, alright?”

“Yes, yes.” 4K nodded. “Ready?”

The laughter was louder than their talking, making XD helplessly ignorant to what was coming. He still pleaded between his laughs for them to stop while his mind was trying to stay determined. He could outlast them, he could. He just had to hold on a little longer. Just a little but more…

All four of his armpits were suddenly attacked. A hand in each pit, scribbling and vibrating into his most sensitive spots.

Their back arched as his laughter turned silent. Their eyes welled with tears which added to the stains on their cheeks. They could feel their fangs, growing in a panicked response but just shrinking in time as the shrieking laughter gained sound, and XD finally hand enough breath to scream.

“GLADE! GLADE! GLAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHADE!”

The tickling stopped as soon as the first word was said. His arms and weight on his legs were gone by the third scream and he turned on his side, curled up tight into a ball as the laughter died down and the ghostly tickles settled on his skin.

XD was giggling into the pillows. His arms wrapped around him, rubbing into his still sensitive armpits when he felt a hand on his back and his whole skin prickled with goosebumps.

“You alive?” 4K purred.

“Nnn-nooo…” XD forced himself to speak, despite how much his throat hurt in that moment.

The hand never left his back, but suddenly there was a poke at his cheek and XD looked up. One of the helper hands was above him, pinkie stretched out to poke while they held a glass of water. XD didn’t bother to think of where HD could have got that from and instead took the water gratefully, gulping it down.

“Okay, you definitely did die.” 4K spoke. “But your tickly armpits are like one of the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

The Nether God lay down behind XD, pushing his chest up against XD’s back. He was warm, and horribly comforting. XD couldn’t help relaxing back into him. A fact 4K could obviously feel, but never commented. He just wrapped his arms around XD waist.

“Do you know if they’re tickly to feathers?” 4K asked. “Or maybe like soft fluffy puffballs? Do you think you’d laugh with them?”

“N-Nohoho…” XD giggled. He tried to curl up more but all he did was push himself further into 4K’s chest.

“No more tickle talk.” HD said. They had rearranged themselves, turning around and settling down in front of XD. “That’s enough.”

“Aw come on. I’ll be fair. I’ll let you tickle me next.” 4K offered, the grin evident in his voice. “That’ll be fun! Tickled with four arms. I’ll even tell you my bad spots so we’re totally even!”

The offer was in both parts tempting and flustering. He’d never had such a lee willing to offer themselves up and his mind was racing. But HD quieted all of that with a hand brushing through his hair and a warning tone to 4K.

“No more.” He said again. “Now it’s time for a nap I think.”

4K huffed, but even he agreed. “A nap would be swell, actually.” He settled onto XD’s back again. “And blondie is falling asleep in my arms already.”

XD tried to mumble he wasn’t, but it came out as “mmnt…” and he couldn’t care to elaborate. He could feel HD laying in front of him, and without thought he opened his arms and the smaller God scooted in. 4K’s arm under him stretched forward, slipping under HD as well so he was holding both the Gods.

XD had never felt so safe. It was like a warm blanket enveloping him, soothing him down and coaxing him into a gentle sleep.

The warm gentle heat on his back was gone, slowly bringing XD out of his wonderful sleep. HD was still in his arms, though now he was turned on his back and his arms stretched up and covered over his head. The only one missing was 4K. Though when XD turned around, he saw the God slowly putting his long coat back on.

XD wasn’t sure if he should have said anything, but 4K caught sight of him as he flipped his hair out of his coat, and he gave a sheepish smile.

“Sorry I woke you.”

XD wanted to say he didn’t, but 4K carried on. “I need to get back to the Nether. I can’t leave the place alone for too long.”

XD was surprised he was disappointed at that. He really did want to know 4K better. “Will you visit again?”

“Yeah, of course. Always gotta keep an eye on the grump.” 4K motioned his head to HD, but his voice was affectionate. He came over to the two still laying down. “Of course you can visit the Nether any time. I can give you a tour.”

“That’d be good. I don’t go to the Nether much.” XD shyly admitted but 4K didn’t seem to take offence to it. He just nodded, then his eyes turned back to HD again, and he just stared for a long moment before he spoke again.

“You convinced him to go back to the Overworld?”

XD’s mouth opened to reply, but he was so caught off guard by the question. He had to really think a few times before answering. “I… Oh? HD? Well, I don’t know if I convinced him but I offered to take him to the Overworld one day and he said he’d think about it.”

“He never thinks about thing if he doesn’t want to do it. If he’s thinking of it he’s already decided yes and is just planning it out in his head.”

“Oh…” XD replied, unsure what to say. It was surprisingly to see how close 4K and HD were. How they acted so carefree to each other and knew each others actions and thoughts. XD wanted to ask how long they had been friends, but another question popped in his head as the words of 4K rolled around in his head.

“Sorry. Did you say ‘go back’ to the Overworld? HD’s been there before?”

“Well of course he has.” 4K looked to XD with a smile, then seemed to read something in his expression and he looked confused. “You don’t know? HD is the God of the Overworld.”

In XD’s mind, he knew HD was a God of something. He knew they were an old God, and very powerful, but XD never asked because HD never seemed to want to talk about it. XD assumed it was the God of sleep, or stars. He couldn’t imagine it would be for…well everything of the Overworld!

“I-I had no idea! No!” XD stuttered, and tried to keep quiet as HD shuffled in his arms. “I…he never told me.”

“No… I think he’s ashamed of it.” 4K’s voice sounded sombre and he looked back down to HD. “He never talks about it. Certainly not with me. I’ve tried for years to get him to go back to the Overworld but he always refused me. But you got through to him.” The Nether God almost sounded jealous. “I know I’m pushy, and maybe I wasn’t gentle with him about it. Whatever reason he had I know it hurt him. But… I don’t know.”

Suddenly 4K stood up and XD was annoyingly reminded of his height. He gave a little shrug before looking down to XD again. “I gotta get back, but I mean it when you should visit. I’d love to show you around. And after HD’s visit to the Overworld maybe he can join us too.”

XD just nodded to that, his mind racing too fast to form words. The tall God then waved before stepping back into a glowing purple Nether portal and vanishing out of sight. The portal along with him.

His mind was too alert to sleep, but he wasn’t so energised as to wake up HD. Instead XD lay his head back down, holding HD close into his chest and just thought. He felt foolish for not knowing who HD was, and he felt embarrassed he’d boasted to HD so much of the Overworld stuff when HD no doubt already known about it. But then HD never once stopped him, or corrected him. The sleepy God just let XD ramble, and listened and even asked questions.

XD was confused. He’d need to ask HD and get some answers but for now he let the God sleep. And not long after, he fell back asleep too.

[readwritealldayallnight]

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who from the moment he laid eyes on you, has only ever referred to you as his wife

You, this sweet little thing, running through the halls on base one day when you turn a corner and nearly run headfirst into the Lieutenant, who’s walking alongside Soap

“Oh! Sorry about that, sir.” You told him, never slowing down in your hurried pace as you snuck around his large frame and continued down towards whatever you were evidently late for

The only reason his gaze had followed your retreating form, was that unlike everyone else, you had met in his eyes when you spoke, even smiled warmly up at him

That one smile and he was done for

“Who was tha’?” The sergeant had questioned, seeing Ghost’s attention still fixated on you.

“Think that was my wife.”

“Yer what?!”

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who makes it a point to let everyone know that you are in fact his wife

Well, everyone apart from you apparently

He would certainly never abuse his position as a Lieutenant, but some new recruit had the audacity to whistle at you as you walked by? Well 100 laps around the base don’t exactly run themselves

Another soldier saved you a seat next to him in a briefing? He can enjoy scrubbing toilet seats for the next week in that case

Someone actually had the bollocks to ask you for your phone number? Perfect, he needed a volunteer for demonstrating hand to hand combat to the recruits, medics on standby of course

By the time he properly introduces himself to you for the first time, it’s understood by everyone else around that you are, for all intents and purposes, Mrs Riley

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who listens to you tell him your name in a voice that resembles music to his ears, hardly bothering to remember your last name, seeing as it’ll be changing soon enough anyway

“You can call me anythin’ you want, love.” His deep, gravelly voice had sent shivers down your spine, cheeky smirk widening beneath his mask. “So long as you call me, that is.”

By the end of your first date, (you were sitting alone in the dining hall and he wordlessly joined you what do you mean this isn’t a date) he’s wondering if you’ll insist on a ceremony or if he can sweep you away to the nearest courthouse and make this official, slipping a ring onto you finger and his cock into you

You had laughed when he put his number into your phone and named himself ‘Husband’, certain that the man was only messing with you, some kind of hazing that you apparently weren’t aware Lieutenants played on the new communications hire, but it was only fair seeing as he’d saved your contact under ‘Wife’

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who is over the moon every time you play along, even if he knows you believe you’re only playing

“Ach, thanks Lt. Just what I needed.” Soap said, seeing Ghost’s approaching form enter the common room, holding a steaming cup of tea in each hand

“S’for my wife. Get your own.” The older man gruffly replied, sliding the mug onto the side table next to where you’re curled up on the couch, reading a book

“Aw, thank you honey.” You giggled, smiling up as him with an expression he thinks would taste even sweeter than honey if he were to run his tongue across your upturned lips

“Happy wife, happy life, sergeant.” Ghost shrugged, ignoring the other man’s pout, landing next to you and reaching an arm behind you across the back of the couch

“God, maybe I really should keep you.” You’d laughed, reaching a leg out to dig your socked toes into his muscled thigh, teasing him

Grasping your foot into his large, strong hands, he began massaging it, uncaring that you were only two of the many people in the common room, not when you looked at him like that, smiling together as though you truly were nothing more than a married couple

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who surprised you one day, insisting he needed your help with something crucial off base, and drove you to a local shopping outlet to look at none other than dresses

“Is there some sort of party happening?” You’d questioned, confused out of your mind

“Suppose you could consider it a party.” He’d answered, leading you through the many racks of dresses, you noticed were all, very conveniently, white

“Now while you’re lookin’ through dress sizes,” he’d added, taking your left hand in both of his. “You know your ring size? Got my own shoppin’ to do ‘round here.”

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[m00sebaby]

just having a bit of a ramble dont mind me

[mahgyu]

Ex-husband!Nanami who even after so much time since the divorce, can only empty his balls with the memory of you.

Unconsciously, he opens that specific folder on his phone titled "my dear love" and scrolls through the numerous photos and videos of you until he finds the same video he always uses to relieve himself. Surprisingly, it's nothing obscene, but just a video he recorded of you while you were spending a homemade afternoon together. Your eyes so bright as you look directly at him instead of the camera lens, your subtle smile gradually growing along with the blush on your cheeks as his voice echoes in the background of the video.

Nanami already has his hand around his semi-hard cock, a weak sigh escaping him as he squeezes the tunnel formed by his hand around the pink head and slides down without loosening the grip, letting out a moan that sounds almost gasping. With the phone in his other hand, he doesn't take his eyes off your image, admiring every pixel on the small screen as if you were truly in front of him.

Nanami always feels his heart will leap out of his chest when he hears the same words that always push him to the edge: "I love you, Kento. And you don't need to record me saying this, you silly. We have a lifetime together for me to repeat this to you as many times as you want." Warm, viscous, and whitish jets stream down Nanami's abdomen where his now soft cock rests. He struggles to regulate his breathing and start to stare at the ceiling after putting the phone down beside him with the video already ended.

And even though the guilt for doing something so dirty with your image overwhelms him as he comes down from his peak, the greater guilt that Nanami truly feels is not having fought harder to keep you by his side. Only Nanami knows how much he would be willing to face the world just to hear you say those things to him directly once more.

Yeah, I have a certain arousal for depressed men AND SO WHAT?? Just a brief pause in the smut + audio series to post this thought I had. It's not corrected so please ignore possible errors.

Your interaction is very important to me, reblogs and comments are always welcome 🫶🏻💕

[phantomrose96]

So my mom's birthday was this week and I flew down with Patches to visit her for a few days. Patches, while a verified hater of the airport, really loves my mom's place because there are so many more closets to explore and birds to watch and cobwebs to dust with her stupid little face.

My mom also goes to bed earlier than anyone I know, so for the evenings it was on me to monitor Patches' activity. And she's very good. She's 99% good. She's 1% "could use improvement" good and the 1%, which I'd forgotten about, is tomatoes.

Patches will leave most things alone. (And by "alone" I mean she'll absolutely bitch slap them onto the floor, but they will leave the ordeal with just as many or few surface punctures as they had before the encounter started.) Not tomatoes. Patches has it the fuck out for tomatoes.

So when I noticed her batting something around on the ground I realized that my mom had left a sole, roma tomato in the fruit basket on the counter and it was now experiencing the life cycle of a pingpong ball between Patches' paws.

I take it away from her, like a fucking evil woman, and now I'm like "okay actually, where do I hide this." See at home I have an anti-Patches cabinet, which is for things that have no business living in a cabinet but which WILL have business dying at Patches' hands if left accessible. And this is WEIRD to have such a cabinet but it's my own home.

I'm scanning my mother's cabinets going "is this weird here? can the tomato go in my mother's dish cabinet?" And I briefly consider sticking it in the fridge, as a normal location, but the audacity of altering this tomato's ripening process is an audacity I do not possess. So I go with cabinet. I go with the first eye-level cabinet, which is the coffee mug cabinet, which is perfect because the tomato will not be lost to cabinet purgatory there, since my mom opens it every morning for her coffee. I will simply tell her in the morning that the tomato is there.

Next morning. Seeing as my mother goes to bed at the butt-crack of dusk she ALSO gets up at the ass-crack of dawn. This means I trail down like 2 hours after her with my work laptop and Patches. This is also now her birthday. I'm sharing the sofa with her for a good 15 minutes when I think to myself I'd like some coffee, and I remember I put a tomato in the cabinet. I tell my mom as much. I put the tomato in her coffee mug cabinet.

And the look I get is one I can't really figure out on spot. But she says "Chrissy this is the best birthday present you could have given me" which is a very weird response to the already weird statement "Oh you probably saw, but I hid the tomato in the coffee mug cabinet because Patches has it out for tomatoes."

So I do not at all know how this makes for a good birthday gift. My mom tells me how a week or two ago, she came home unloading groceries. At the end of putting everything away she could not for the life of her find her phone. Absolutely nowhere. She pinged it from her iPad and it started singing. From the fridge. She opened her fridge. Her phone was in the fridge.

A couple days later she lost Ash's collar. Spent three days looking for it. Couldn't remember where she'd taken it off or what she did with it. Showed up in the grass when she remembered she took it off to let him play fetch in the lake.

And then this morning, her birthday morning, she came into the kitchen, made her pot of coffee, opened the cabinet to fetch her coffee mug, and found... tomato. Singular. Tomato in the cabinet. Tomato she had no memory of placing in a cabinet. Tomato she could not possibly fathom having a reason for being in the cabinet.

She was like Chrissy I cried. She was like this is it, time to send her to pasture. She's a harebrained old lady now and there is no coming back from this. She's the lady who accidentally puts tomatoes in the cabinet. Awake before God, standing in the kitchen, signing her life away over this tiny roma tomato. (Roma tomato with little cat vampire teeth marks in it).

I was like oh. No. I put it there. Because Patches was going to commit war crimes against it. I put it there because I did not stop to consider "Will finding a single tomato in the coffee mug cabinet somehow be the very specific thing that undoes my mother this morning?" I put it there out of careful consideration for the life of this tomato, and with no consideration for the extremely esoteric way that a tomato in the cabinet could be received like a horse head in the bed, Godfather style.

We made a salad with the tomato. Happy birthday Mom.

[luvth0t]

NEED ME? ━ L.N

in which you’re on vacation with your ex boyfriend, the only man who’s been able to make you cum in recent times.

warnings; smut, unprotected sex, eavesdropping, cocky lando, ex lovers, conversations of masturbation and inability to orgasm, hair pulling, oral both receiving, overstimulation, praise, slight degradation, choking ect.

it was a throw away question. one lando probably shouldn’t have brushed off.

“you’re sure you’re fine with her coming?” max had asked so casually despite it being on this tip of his tongue for the last hour, eyes not lifting from his phone to see the way lando looked at him with raised eyebrows.

the driver said your name in confusion, even chuckled. “of course. why wouldn’t i be?” lando followed; a rhetorical question. he knew why max was asking such thing.

he watched as max shrugged, hummed mindlessly as if he didn’t have a response prepared.

“wouldn’t catch me wanting to share a roof with my ex,” max mused; putting his phone down and finally meeting lando’s eyes, glare more so, quick to put his hands up in defence. “just saying. something to think about,” max quickly added.

he had his best friends best interest at heart.

“so what? we tell her she can’t come?” lando scoffed, shaking his head as he leant back into the seat he was occupying. “we’re friends. hasn’t been an issue before.” lando dismissed.

and he wasn’t lying. you’d broken up almost a year ago, which was concerning at first considering you shared the same friend group. were friends before lovers.

but it worked, you’d remained friends. saw each other every now and then, in a group setting. you weren’t as close, obviously, but it wasn’t awkward.

“no i know,” max huffed; even rolling his eyes. “maybe two villa’s is something to think about, that’s all.” max shrugged once more. he wasn’t just thinking of lando, but you as well, his other dear friend.

the brit shook his head, not giving in to the worry max seemed to hold. “not necessary. no different than being at the same hotel.” lando concluded.

he’d seen you on nights out, had conversations with you on boats; you still got an invite and paddock pass to his home race.

there was nothing to worry about. if you two weren’t capable of being friends, such thing would’ve been exposed.

that’s what lando thought anyways.

standing on the deck of a ten bedroom villa in the south of france however, he realised maybe he should’ve considered max’s words more carefully.

small doses of you seemed to differ from your constant presence.

the break up was civil, lando was grateful for such thing. it’d been him who ended things, purely because he felt as if he couldn’t give you the time you deserve. it was a cop out, he feared, realising things were almost too good between the pair of you.

he wasn’t sure he could commit to putting you through a relationship where you wouldn’t get the time and treatment you deserved.

you took it well, an angel in fact; you wanted to hate him for it. but you couldn’t bring yourself too. selfless enough to put the peace of your mutual friends and him first. plus, losing him entirely left a bitter taste in your mouth.

you’d mourned the relationship, cried in private and cursed him to your best friend; and moved on. well, appeared to have.

it went unspoken, amongst the group; in front of you two at least, and between you two as well. not exactly something you were ready to laugh at yet. it just seemed to go… unaddressed.

until it was night two, dinner at a fancy restaurant with maybe a few too many bottles of wine meant piling into ubers to get back to the villa.

it sort of just happened, lando shuffling into the car behind you; leaving you in the middle of him and max; pietra on max’s lap and tom in the front.

your senses were consumed of him immediately, not able to avoid him considering you were practically pressed into his side in an attempt to give pietra enough room.

you glanced up at him once, smiling sheepishly to see his eyes already on you.

“you still wear it,” lando hummed casually, pinky finger reaching to brush over the bracelet he’d bought you a few months into your relationship, grazing your wrist as he did so.

your cheeks went a shade of pink at the observation, and if it weren’t for the fact you were wine drunk you probably would’ve made up an excuse as to why the piece of metal still found it’s way onto your wrist everyday.

“it’s my favourite,” you replied; glancing down at the piece as your hand moved to fiddle with it, small smile playing on your lips.

you missed the grin spread on lando’s face, a sense of pride fulfilling him as he recounted the stress it had caused him just picking out the damn bracelet. he was relieved to see you still wearing it, for some reason.

“i’ve got good taste.” lando bragged, eyes practically begging for yours to meet his again; smiling in amusement when they did as you nudged him.

you were suddenly even more aware of the closeness, the way your knees were touching, how his arm had stretched to rest over the headrest behind you. it was forced proximity sure, but an odd sense of familiarity that you hadn’t felt in a while was accompanying it.

“most of the time,” you mused, earning a nudge back ━ which had a giggle escaping you, one you attempted to hush; not wanting to draw attention to you and lando’s conversation.

if it did, the others in the car would’ve seen the way lando’s face lit up at the sound. he hadn’t made you laugh like that in months, he’d forgotten how good it felt to do so.

he’d almost forgotten how easy you were to be around. how easy it was to fall for you in the first place.

it was as if the universe was punishing him for such thing, because suddenly you were all he could think about once more.

that night, he was simply relaxing in his room; when you came waltzing in.

“p,” your voice hummed as you knocked; pushing the door open before lando could muster a response from inside. “do you have my top━ oh shit, sorry!” you’d cut yourself short when you found yourself standing in lando’s room. not pietra and max’s.

who was luckily just lounging on the bed in his joggers, not far from switching the lamp off and going to sleep.

but he had been shocked to see you enter his room in just a towel.

“you’re fine,” lando chuckled; having sit up. “we swapped rooms this morning… figured they should have a private bathroom,” lando explained; watching as your face softened in some sort of relief.

you hadn’t been crazy. regardless, still embarrassed; the redness on your cheeks clear as you nodded, cringing ever so slightly.

“right; my bad, sorry,” you repeated; not even wanting to imagine what else you could’ve walked in on.

lando simply chuckled, shaking his head as his eyes glanced over your figure just once; unable to help himself. having to swallow to not let himself think back to what he knows is underneath the towel keeping you modest.

“i’m gonna go,” you declared; sheepishly smiling as you turned on your heel; cringing once more now that you were out of sight, not hiding the urgency as you practically fled his room and slammed the door behind you.

lando hadn’t realised he was holding his breath until you left, body relaxing as he flopped back onto the mattress; a curse leaving his lips.

the next morning, you were there again. obviously. yet he couldn’t see you, nor could you see him. so technically he was eavesdropping; but it hadn’t been on purpose.

lando was out on his balcony first, which was above yours it appeared; mindlessly scrolling through his phone before arabella’s voice became audible, who you were rooming with this trip.

“since when did nicolas get ripped,” she’d posed to you, peering at the man who was dipping in the pool; your eyes following her gaze from where you both sat in deck chairs; smoothies in hand.

“he’s always been cute,” you pointed out; shrugging ever so slightly as you adjusted the sunglasses atop your head, rolling your eyes the moment you caught glance of arabella’s grin.

“and he’s always been into you.” arabella chimed, and you should’ve expected her to steer the conversation in such direction.

lando whoever, who hadn’t scrolled past the tik tok which was playing for the fourth time now, had not expected such words.

his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. you and nicolas? yeah right. you two were close friends, he knew that much. but nothing more. surely not.

“we’re friends bella,” you dismissed; shaking your head. slightly flirty friends as of recent, you’d admit. but just friends.

“so? doesn’t have to stay that way,” arabella had grinned ━ and lando felt betrayed; as if it should be him the pair of you were talking about. not nicolas.

“yes it does.” you laughed. “i’m not dating within the friend group ever again,” you spoke in such certainty it had lando confused, he didn’t think it faired that bad the first time.

but he also wasn’t opposed to your declaration. not that he was close to nicolas, in fact he probably knew him the least. but he was a brother of a childhood friend, who’d tagged along the last few trips. and lando had no complaints of the guy.

“don’t be silly,” arabella huffed. “i’m not saying fall in love with him. just that he could end the sex drought you’re stuck in.” arabella hummed, your eyes widening as you hit her softly.

“what? no one can hear us!” arabella spoke dramatically, and you rolled your eyes; no argument because you figured she was right.

however she wasn’t, because lando was still listening. and his interest had suddenly spiked.

“i am not… stuck in a sex drought,” you huffed; not sounding one bit convincing as you glanced at the pool. “men just suck. i’ve given up on having an orgasm.” your words were dramatic, and playful, but still a bit of truth to them.

suddenly lando felt guilty for overhearing, or purposefully listening, but he couldn’t help but be intrigued.

your words made no sense to him; considering nights with you would always lead to multiple orgasms for both of you.

and it wasn’t as if you were short on options.

“gotta do everything yourself these days,” arabella sighed out dramtically in agreement; but she had a boyfriend, and your friendship with the girl wasn’t one for many secrets; you knew she was only ‘relating’ out of sympathy.

truth was; since lando, nothing or no one could compare. not even your own damn fingers.

“can’t even get myself off.” you huffed out almost ashamed, and you only whined when you met arabella’s shocked eyes and slack jaw.

lando suddenly felt intrusive, and flustered from the idea of you touching yourself; one he’d grown familiar with due to long distance. suddenly he was standing and ready to walk himself inside in his room.

“is your body like… broken?” arabella sounded bewildered, and you could only huff.

you’d blame it on stress, or any of your medication if it was possible; you’ve heard stories, knew there could be many reasons as to why your sex drive and urges have suddenly changed. none aligned with your circumstances however.

“just deprived i think,” you sighed.

lando needed to get his mind off your sexual need’s immediately, deciding to go on a run with max to occupy himself. to get you off his mind.

and it worked, until he got back to the villa. hot and out of breath, he found himself in the kitchen ━ pouring a glass of water with ice, eyes wandering out the fold out doors that exposed the luxurious back yard. decking, sun lounges, a pool; and his closest friends.

and his ex girlfriend. in a little bikini. with another man’s hands on her.

he couldn’t help but scoff at the sight, you resting on your stomach as nicolas rubbed sunscreen into your back ━ watching as you grinned and spoke up to him momentarily. you were flirting, he knew that look.

his takeaways from his… eavesdropping, was that you didn’t plan to pursue nicolas. so what the fuck was this?

he wanted to laugh, you were going to seek answers to your problems in nicolas? he almost felt offended; if you needed good sex so badly he felt as if he was the obvious candidate.

“careful mate, you’re staring,” max’s words snapped lando out of his thoughts; causing him to glare at the man quickly, bringing his glass to his lips, unaware that his grip was so tight his knuckles were white.

max’s amusement only escalated, eyebrows raising as he chuckled quietly.

“i wasn’t.” lando murmured, leaning back against the counter. “just didn’t know that was a thing,” he tried to shrug off; eyes returning to where you now sat up, rubbing sunscreen into nicolas’s back now.

had he been oblivious to the pair of you?

“i don’t think it is.” max shrugged, following lando’s gaze momentarily, not overanalysing the sight. everyone was friends here.

lando looked to max in doubt, to check if he was being serious.

“does it matter if it is?” max questioned, sassily too, almost a challenge; and lando was quick to scoff ━ mustering up the best chuckle he could to appear as unbothered as he wanted to be.

“no,” the mclaren driver answered almost too quickly, clearing his throat slightly. “i hope it is. would be a good match,” he overcompensated; left to only flip max off as he chuckled and hummed unconvincingly.

“whatever you say,” max mused.

lando wished he was being honest, but as time passed by it became quite clear he was lying.

dinner that night you were sat at opposite ends of the long table, like usual; regardless, lando’s eyes were trained on you for the majority of the night.

you and nicolas of course. who’d snagged the seat next to you.

forced to watch as you shared food, laughed and chattered away in your own little world.

lando felt sick from the sight; that used to be him. should be him. and while he could only blame himself for it not being him, it was a cruel reminder of what he’d lost.

he felt utterly helpless however, because there was nothing he could do.

he couldn’t even express his dismay to anyone as he watched nicolas help you in the car. left to watch as you both giggled and stumbled up to the villa ahead of the group.

he wanted to intervene, to make his presence known to hopefully at least make it awkward. but he couldn’t bring himself too.

not when you’d been such an angel in the breakup, made things so easy for him from the start of the relationship to now. it just wouldn’t be fair to ruin this for you.

even though it was all he wanted to do.

he noted how you two were first off to go ‘sleep’ that night, halfway through the movie that had been put on. and he suddenly wished he’d downed a few more glasses of red at the restaurant, maybe then he wouldn’t have the capacity to brainstorm up everything and anything you and nicolas could be doing tonight.

he wasn’t going to say it was what kept him up, tossing and turning and unable to fall asleep; but it definitely played on his mind.

it was starting to make sense to him at least; he hadn’t been around you without distractions since the breakup. it suddenly became clear how helpful those distractions are.

3:42 the clock read.

lando hadn’t gotten a second of shut eye, and after two hours of laying there; he conceded. deciding to get a glass of water as if that would be the solution to all his problems.

instead he was just met with the problem itself; you.

surprise, surprise. nicolas was not the answer to your prayers.

you were already keen to tell arabella ‘i told you so’ when you returned to your room. having spent the night in nicolas’.

he was a nice guy, until the clothes came off.

it was nothing new, you on top; he came. you didn’t. he then tried to get you to finish with his fingers, and you faked an orgasm when it became clear he wasn’t finding your clit any time soon.

your frustrations had now multiplied, it felt pathetic. you were ready to give up.

you snuck out the moment he fell asleep, in the kitchen to get a glass of water and for a few moments to yourself.

“shouldn’t be surprised you’re up,” lando made his presence known, having debated running back to his room when he noticed you occupying the kitchen.

typical.

“needed a drink,” you hummed sheepishly; and for some reason when your eyes met his you felt intimidated; as if you needed refuge, turning back around to the fridge to fill your cup up with ice.

maybe it was because you were already sexually frustrated. or the fact you were stood with your ex boyfriend after sneaking out of another guys room.

“same,” lando hummed; moving behind you to grab a glass for himself, and you could feel him waiting behind you as you poured water into the glass.

“nice night?” lando asked when you moved aside so he too could fill his glass, not looking at you for the time being so you wouldn’t decipher the motives in the question. he didn’t need you to know how concerned he was with your night.

you nodded quickly, humming as you still had a mouth full of water, leaning against the counter now.

“yeah, yeah,” you spoke; pursing your lips. it had been. until it wasn’t. “restaurant was lovely,” you smiled; shifting on your feet slightly as you took in his appearance, even in the dull lightly.

his messy curls that look slept on, slightly tired eyes. he looked cozy.

lando nodded, so much on the tip of his tongue. maybe if it was a different hour of the day he’d have the common sense to not speak his mind, but he was slightly sleep deprived and going insane from his own thoughts.

“you know my balcony is above yours,” lando told you; randomly, your eyebrows furrowing ━ coughing out a slight laugh. you weren’t sure where this conversation was going to lead, your guess was awkward silence. not him blurting out something… irrelevant.

it took a few moments for it to dawn on you, the slight curve of lando’s lips into a smirk causing your eyes to widen in realisation.

you’d only been out on the balcony once today.

“oh my god,” you mumbled; cringing as he chuckled, shaking his head ever so slightly. “shut up!” you whisper yelled, leaning forward to whack his arm, which only had him laughing once more as his hands flew up in defence.

“i wasn’t eavesdropping! i swear,” lando mused, shaking his head as your eyebrows raised.

“great, so you just happened to hear all about my sad sex life,” you huffed, and lando couldn’t help the small smile that was refusing to leave his lips; always having adored the sight of you flustered and sheepish.

it didn’t help, the sight of you wearing what seemed to be just an oversized shirt. reminiscent of how his shirts would drape over your body.

“yeah,” lando confirmed sympathetically, causing you to whack him again; no force in your actions as you groaned audibly.

you couldn’t think of anyone you’d rather not hear that conversation; ever so grateful you hadn’t been completely honest with arabella.

you would die of humiliation if you’d told her how you compared every man to lando, how you found no one was able to make you feel anywhere near as good.

but regardless, there was a level of comfort. you trusted the man in front of you.

“nicolas though hm?” lando spoke light heartedly, reminding you of the man you’d just been in bed with.

was it bad he’d slipped your mind completely? having forgotten that he was who sparked such conversation this morning.

“did he make you cum?” his follow up question had you dumbfounded, having not expected such blunt words as your lips parted. “can i ask that?” lando added with a reassuring laugh. but you knew that look in his eyes.

they were darker than usual, he was staring at you intently; practically begging you to step closer.

“no,” you cleared your throat, opting for honesty. “he didn’t.” you huffed, eyes avoiding his for a moment as if you were ashamed. as if it was your fault.

the relief lando felt was pathetic, not that he wished a bad time upon you. or anyone for that matter. but god it felt like the door had been swung right open for him.

he was right; of course nicolas wasn’t going to do it for you.

“i know you can make yourself cum.” lando chimed, pushing himself off the counter and taking a couple steps towards you; ridding any distance as he stood in front of you. “used to be able to at least, seen it myself,” he told you as if you could forget.

you swallowed intently, the tension now almost suffocating. sleeping with an ex was something you swore against; recipe for disaster. but it seemed awfully appealing when it looked like lando did right now.

your cheeks were pink, thinking about the countless times you’d gotten yourself off on facetime calls with the driver, purely because neither of you could wait any longer to see one another again.

“not the same anymore.” your voice was barely above a whisper, it didn’t need to be; not when he was only centimetres away, looking down at you as if he was ready to ravish you.

lando’s eyebrow raised at that, eyes flickering across your face.

it wasn’t the same, you’d worked out the hard way. you only relied on your own devices when you had no other choice; and with that would be lando on the of phone with words of encouragement and direction.

“what, need me to talk you through it again?” his words were teasing as his hand moved to cup your cheek; your stomach turning at the thought. at the fact he seemed like he knew that would do it for you.

you let out a slight breath, shaking your head but you held little confidence in doing so.

“need me to touch you?” he added on, offer sounding almost like a request; words so hushed you could’ve missed them. but you didn’t, you heard him loud and clear.

his eyes were pouring into yours as if he pitied you, but the smirk on his face showed he wanted nothing more than to be the one to solve your problems.

you didn’t even need to think about it, no ifs or buts entering your mind; nothing could make the idea of him seem unappealing.

“please,” you mumbled; eyes pouring up into his, watching as a wicked grin spread on his features; one that made your knees weak.

it was all lando needed to hear, lips pressing against yours in an instant; it coming back to the pair of you quickly. feeling so natural, the way your body melted into his touch; the way your lips moved against each other.

your hands finding a grip on his shirt as his spread across your hips.

lando didn’t waste any time; he wanted to make you cum.

he wasn’t sure if it was because it seemed like a challenge, or because he missed you; but god did he want nothing more than to make you feel good:

his knee pushed between your thighs first, your legs spreading; immediately aware of the finger he was tracing up your inner thigh.

as much as lando missed the feeling of your lips against his, he loved watching you react to every touch and feeling. pulling away but not creating much distance as his fingers brushed over your clothed folds.

you took a sharp breath, shifting your weight to lean against the counter as the anticipation built within, eyes locked on his as he teasingly brushed your clothed clit as well.

he could feel your soaked panties, a wet patch that you knew wasn’t there when you first entered the kitchen.

“you know it doesn’t make sense,” lando started speaking through a breath; his fingers pushing your panties aside with ease, swiping through your folds; spreading your wetness to your clit. “because you’re always so easy for me baby,” he practically cooed as he slipped two fingers inside you.

your jaw fell slack, hips pushing against his hand lightly as you whimpered; cheeks hinting at his taunting words which you’d almost forgotten about and how crazy they drove you.

his free hand returned to your cheek, cupping the side of your face and adjusting your head to ensure you were looking up at him; his head tilting ever so slightly as he gazed down at you.

“so responsive,” he added in a hum; looking incredibly smug, thumb settling on your clit ━ and the moan that escaped you as he circled your sensitive bud had lando’s jaw clenching. he’d missed your pretty sounds.

he was toying with you, teasing. his fingers moving slowly, thumb only lightly circling your clit. yet you hadn’t felt this good in fucking forever, face contorting in pleasure proving such thing.

lando could get lost in the sight, not able to help himself from wanting to give you more.

his fingers gradually picked up the pace, thumb applying more pressure now; but it was when he curled his fingers, grazing that spot he never failed to miss, that you hadn’t been able to find, that a slightly louder moan escaped you.

“ah, ah,” lando hushed you; tapping your cheek lightly. “gotta be quiet baby,” lando hummed through heavy breaths, hating that he had to ask such thing of you.

he wanted to hear you lose control, hear you scream his name like you had countless of times. but he’d hate to be interrupted and have the current sight cut short.

you whined quietly at the request, biting down on your bottom lip as you tried to keep any noise at bay; knowing you had no choice. waking anyone up would be less than ideal.

but somehow, the thought of being caught was the least of your concerns.

your back arched when he added a third, thumb still expertly playing with your clit; your quiet whimpers and moans were growing in volume once more.

lando took matters into his own hands, the hand cupping your cheek shifting so he could tap his pointer finger on your bottom lip; and he had to shut himself up this time as you invited two digits past your lips without second thought.

“fuck,” he mumbled out; eyes fixated on the way you looked up at him with his fingers in your mouth; so similar to the sight of when you’d suck him off. his hard on was almost painful.

your moans were muffled now, thankfully, as your hips pushed forward once more; slowly losing control over your body as the pleasure continued to build.

you’d made a mess on your thighs, his fingers working in and out of you perfectly; beginning to curl his fingers repeatedly had your eyes rolling back.

“yeah, right there baby?” lando mumbled; despite you unable to respond. “gonna make a mess on my fingers yeah? think you deserve to cum,” he smirked ━ and if you could’ve you would’ve cried out, nodding quickly at his words.

your stomach tightened, it was sudden; more sudden than you remembered, lando having caught on to the fact you were cumming before you did; squeezing his fingers as you came undone.

his body was practically holding you up against the counter, vision going white for a moment as your muffled moans filled the air, hips bucking involuntarily once more.

lando wanted to curse himself for ever depriving himself of such thing, watching as you shook in front of him; fingers moving to let you ride out your high, until he was pulling them from your panties, and mouth respectively.

your eyes fluttered open, nothing but awe as you gazed up at him through hooded eyes; panting ever so lightly.

he was smiling cockily, if he didn’t know the root of your issue before, he did now. the way you needed him.

you couldn’t even crush his inflating ego, not when he’d made you cum so hard in a matter of minutes; giving you what you’d been chasing the past few months.

he was about to kiss you again, after moments of admiring your face; but the sound of a door shutting had the moment ruined, reminding both you and him of where you are and what you’re meant to be.

definitely not meant to be caught having a moment at 4 in the morning.

lando was quick in taking a few large strides across the kitchen, positioning himself on the other side of the island as you quickly tugged your shirt down and ran your hand through your hair.

when pietra walked in, it was an innocent sight. plenty of distance between the pair of you, not enough lights on to expose your flushed cheeks or lando’s glistening fingers.

you pretended to be surprised as you brought your glass to your lips, leaning against the counter because your legs were still shaky, lando nodding towards the blonde.

“can’t sleep?” lando hummed in question.

“need to fill my water up.” pietra nodded with a smile, eyes flickering between you in suspicion for a brief moment as she realised this was almost an awkward thing to walk in on. you and him.

if only she knew.

you nodded in agreement, raising your glass of water as lando let out a small chuckle.

“if you need a late night snack, the donuts are great,” lando spoke again; your eyes falling onto him, and you were sure your face was bright red as you watched him bring his fingers to his lips; licking them clean.

you coughed on air, playing it off as if your water went down the wrong way; pietra oblivious as she nodded with a smile.

“i’ll keep that in mind.”

the smirk he’d sent you was sickening, and with that he was saying good night and excusing himself.

lando ended up needing a cold shower that night, with his own hand and images of you burned into his mind.

you were hoping your head would be clear when you woke up, but it was only more scrambled.

you’d gotten what you wanted, was it greedy to only want more?

“good night?” arabella had questioned you, sitting next to you on the long dining table; bowls of cereal in front of pair of you; and the smirk on her face was quite telling.

except she didn’t know the half of it.

“yeah, yeah it was good,” you hummed; eyes shifting to the other end of the table; where lando sat, already staring at you. the mischievous glint in his eye had you looking away quickly, the sly smirk not helping you in trying to play it cool to arabella.

you knew he was listening.

“did your… problem get solved?” arabella attempted to ask without outing you, so oblivious to the fact lando could easily piece together her words.

your eyes narrowed towards her, as if to say ‘shut up.’ which she only looked back at you with wide eyes, finding herself quite discrete.

“well?” arabella pushed, whisper yelling.

“yes,” you huffed; in hopes she would shut up, you could feel lando’s eyes burning into you. the man who solved your problem, unbeknownst to arabella who thought it was nicolas who was responsible.

“ah! how exciting,” arabella grinned; standing up and taking her bowel to the kitchen, only then did you let your eyes fall back on the british driver.

who looked oh so amused, you had to flee; following in the girls steps.

it set the tone for the next few days; longing looks, tempting smirks and lingering touches.

you couldn’t bring yourself to go out of your way and seek more of him; despite how much you wanted it. nicolas had been forgotten about, failing to explain your sudden interest and now lack of in the guy.

lando was all you could think about. how couldn’t you? he’d fingered you in the kitchen, bringing you to a mind blowing orgasm you’d been craving; one you hadn’t experienced since him. and once again, it had gone unaddressed.

the tension was clear; you got peace from the fact he was in the same boat as you.

you hated that he’d walked off so smug that night and you yourself had nothing to brag about, left to accept the fact that you needed him. had missed him.

and he knew it.

so maybe you were tactical, every day the dresses got shorter. bikini’s got smaller. you wanted to see him squirm.

which was easy.

it was ridiculous, how often you felt his gaze burning into you; feeling the heat on your skin from such thing. you’d blame the hot summer sun for the the constant blush on your cheeks but in reality it was him.

made to feel better by the way his jaw was constantly clenched. hands fiddling with one another. leg bouncing impatiently because he was furious with the fact you were no longer his, he couldn’t whisk you away and tear your clothes off like he wanted too.

left to simply stare. dwell on the facts. wish that he somehow gets a moment alone with you again.

there were sliding doors.

two minutes alone underneath the cabin on a boat, both trying to find something to drink. he swore you were about to kiss him before max came bouncing down the stairs.

you’d all gone out one night, somehow it was only you two left at the bar. lando was convinced this was it, he was going to drag you off to the bathroom.

but then arabella appeared, demanding shots.

you’d never admit that you went out to the kitchen most nights, hoping he too would be awake at such ridiculous hour again.

you tried not to get frustrated, even with the knowledge there was only a couple days till you’d be flying back home to reality.

finally however, you got lucky.

lando had gone on a run; unbeknownst to you, who had slept in.

you rejected plans of going to a winery, choosing for a day by the pool to save energy to go out tonight like planned.

your group of friends had attempted to protest your decision, but you insisted. bribed them with a promise you would do some baking while they were out.

that’s where lando found you.

stood in the kitchen. of course.

tiny bikini. typical.

and no one else in sight. lovely.

“smells fucking amazing.” lando hummed; slightly breathless as he sauntered into the kitchen, moving to stand against the island ━ a safe distance between the pair of you.

the voice had startled you, jumping slightly as you turned around.

you smiled appreciatively at his words, attempting to not stare at his exposed torso. tanned skin, beads of sweat decorating it. his muscles only more prominent as he crossed his arms, flexing invitingly.

“would feel bad letting such a big kitchen go to waste,” you explained; shrugging ever so slightly as your eyes returned to the chocolate chip cookies you were currently making. refuge from the sight of him.

he chuckled, and nodded; not that you saw. but his eyes didn’t leave you.

he should go up to his room.

“who’s home?” he couldn’t help but ask, feet planted. he wasn’t going anywhere.

the question had you facing what you were trying to ignore; the fact it was just the pair of you. it was dangerous knowledge.

“just us,” you spoke through a breath. if the tension wasn’t clear before, those two words had it falling upon the pair of you like bricks.

lando nodded once more, lips pursing. you were so tempting. this was what he’d been hoping for. he was impressed he even had the mental strength to consider running off. hiding in his room till your friends returned.

that idea didn’t last long though. moving towards you, you heard him approaching; his presence was demanding.

he was behind you, causing you to freeze. breath stuck in your throat.

“you’re driving me crazy.” he’d whispered, despite no fear of anyone overhearing; and you had to shut your eyes for a brief moment when his lips grazed your ear, ensuring you knew just how in reach he was.

you found some solace in his words, confirming your suspicions. reassuring to know you weren’t the only one going crazy. the only one feeling nostalgic.

“how so?” you played dumb, bottom lip rolling through your teeth ━ regardless your head tilted aside as his lips grazed your skin again, his breath fanning your skin.

you heard him grunt, and it would’ve made you giggle if you weren’t fighting off the urge to jump his bones.

“don’t act like it’s not on purpose.” lando huffed, hands moving to play with the fiddling strings of your bikini, fingertips only just brushing your skin.

you had to draw in another breath, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable. you needed some sort of power, just a physical reminder that he too was struggling despite his admission.

so you turned on your feet, eyes flickering up to his as you shrugged your shoulders; breaths slightly irregular from the closeness. right in front of you. trapping you against the counter.

“know you haven’t forgotten that all you need to do is use your words if you want me to fuck you,” lando spoke before you could, oozing cockiness despite his wandering eyes and tense jaw; his patience wearing thin.

once more you were cornered in the kitchen by his attractive frame and blunt words that had your thighs squeezing together.

“goes both ways,” you chimed; worried if you didn’t speak now you wouldn’t get a word in. you knew how this went; it was only a matter of time till you were a mess in his hands.

his eyebrows raised, he even scoffed; if he wasn’t so eager for you to go on he would’ve reminded you it didn’t.

lando always had a kink for making you beg.

“i already got what i wanted,” you hummed; hands moving to rest on his toned abdomen, running down and across the muscles before finding the waistband of his joggers. “something you want?”

your teasing tone had lando remembering just how worked up you got him, how frustrating and almost annoying you were. how annoying it was to deal with your antics that was.

“the other night was more than enough for me baby,” lando mused; not cracking, even with your hands on his body. “always look so pretty when you cum.”

you wish his words didn’t have such a visible effect on you. how flustered you got clear by the way the blood rushed to your cheeks, even while you stood here playing with the waistband of his pants.

it was pathetic; neither of you wanting to crack first, wasting precious time because you both really thought you were above this.

able to be friends. exes who wouldn’t go back to each other.

you knew he wasn’t entirely lying; of course you could remember how you were gifted a man who got off from getting you off. how he’d spent nights with his head just buried between your thighs. making you cum countless of times before he got his dick wet.

“cold shower treat you well?” you huffed; not letting him get away with such thing. as if he wasn’t standing here with the need to fuck you.

he smirked at your words, your attitude more so; the playful banter having been something he’d missed. something that wasn’t the same since things became platonic.

“did the job.” he laughed, hands still ghosting over your hips. “jealous i can still get myself off?” he couldn’t help but chuckle; and your jaw dropped at him using confidential information against you.

your hands still on his stomach, whacking lightly which he only chuckled harder at; and if you weren’t embarrassed you’d be taking in the way the smile was lighting up his face.

“that was not something you’re meant to use against me,” you practically grumbled; eyes narrowing up at him and he practically awed at the sight, adoring eyes and all as his hand moved to cup your cheek. his grin not matching the sympathetic eyes.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbled jokingly as he leant forward; not giving you time to reply as he put the both of you out of your misery, lips connecting with yours.

it wasn’t what you’d both expected, the kiss to finally ease the tension that had been building ever since a few nights ago in the same spot; the kiss was slow. passionate and deep, but not rushed.

it didn’t last long; but was nice in the moment however. to feel him.

the urge to feel more however was soon too prominent.

your hands that had linked behind his neck soon tangled in his hair. the grip he had on your waist soon moved to your ass, squeezing the flesh within his hold which had you leaning into him.

he lazily dragged you back with him, his back hitting the kitchen island as he practically held you against his body; lips moving in sync.

you felt his hard on with the movement, contained by his joggers; your own excitement jumping as your hands left his hair to snake down between your bodies; palming him.

the groan against your lips only motivated you; and while you wish you could do what he does, stand here and tease him; you were too keen to get your hands on him. to hear more of those pretty sounds he makes.

so you simply smiled up at him as you pulled away; bending down and settling on your knees; hands tugging his pants and underwear down with you; revealing his cock.

his breaths were a lot heavier as he watched you, leaning back against the counter ever so slightly, gaze fixed downwards as a small smirk tugged on the corner of his mouth.

he hissed as your small hand wrapped around him; thumb swirling the precum ━ you loving every bit of knowing how turned you got him from just a few words and the sight of you.

he wouldn’t ever deny it either; no one did it for him like you did.

“look so pretty on your knees,” lando praised; eager to gain back some control, despite knowing he’d do anything you asked of him right now; your hand feeling much than his did the other night.

you were eager to continue to please, so you didn’t waste any time in taking him in your mouth. it was as if he knew such thing, by the way his eyes were peering down at you.

his head fell back at the sensation, one he’d missed ━ arms flexing as he gripped the counter; a few curses strung together tumbling from his lips as you practically took him in whole first go.

his tip hitting the back of your throat did little to deter you. it was natural, as if you’d done such thing only a few days ago; not months ━ second nature as your tongue swirled his cock.

your eyes remained up, looking through your lashes as your head bobbed ━ knees uncomfortably shifting against the tiles but it was the last thing on your mind with the beautiful man above you.

taking in the way his abs flexed, neck strained and lips parted as you sucked him off ━ gagging occasionally but both of you knew that was no issue.

“missed this fucking mouth,” lando grunted, hand moving to tangle in your hair; both to keep it out of your way and to just have some sort of hold on you.

he was blindsided with pleasure, more than he remembered he’d be. your bikini did little to leave much to the imagination from his angle, watching as your breasts bounced with every movement. matched with your doe eyes, his jaw was slack.

you hummed as he tugged your hair lightly, the sensation one you always welcomed; and he too was reminded of such as he felt the vibrations around him. tugging again with a little more force.

his groans were gradually becoming more regular, hips bucking once or twice ━ pushing his cock further down your throat each time.

“just like that baby, always so good for me,” lando breathed, eyes screwing such momentarily as his head fell back once more.

you almost whined at the vision, wanting to scramble to your feet and kiss at his skin, feel all over him.

and he’d be happy to let you, he was hesitant in having you get him off first regardless; you hadn’t left much room for argument with good reason.

but right now he had no complaints, moans growing slightly louder in volume ━ grip tightening on the strands of your hair. he didn’t give you any warning as he came, but you didn’t need any.

the way he twitched in your mouth, you didn’t miss a beat ━ swallowing all you could; revelling in the way your name left his lips.

your mouth left him with a pop, gazing up at him to meet his adoring eyes, staring down at you as if you were the greatest thing to grace the earth.

because he did think of you as such. you continued to amaze him, he didn’t grow immune to such thing; just had managed to avoid the fact for a while now.

you stood to your feet, relieving your knees of the discomfort; a coy smile plastered on your lips at him panting and flustered.

you felt even, for the other night; reassured you weren’t the only one in need.

lando couldn’t complain either, couldn’t throw a playful comment towards you ━ not when you stood there with messy hair and swollen lips. all he could think about was turning you into a whiny mess, desperate to have you at his mercy again.

it was clear neither of you knew what to say in the few moments of silence; shamelessly admiring the other, catching your breaths. it wasn’t awkward however.

you were happy to feel his lips on yours once more ━ his hands not shy in wandering your body this time, sliding down to your thighs and hoisting you up immediately.

he was swift in turning around and placing you on the counter, stood between your legs as he hummed against your lips.

it wasn’t until his mouth ducked to your neck, then your collar bones, becoming harder to ignore as your head fell back, growing hot from the kisses he placed where-ever he could, that you spoke up.

“should go to your room,” you managed to get out, watching him through hooded eyes as he simply grabbed the material of your bikini to let your breasts fall free, kissing at the skin of them afterwards.

it wasn’t that you were worried on being walked in on, you had the house to yourselves for at least a couple more hours. you knew that. more so just the knowledge this wasn’t your house.

his eyebrows raised as he looked back up at you, hand sprawling over your stomach as he pushed you back slightly; your body blindly following the suggestion as you leant back on your hands.

“i paid for this villa baby, if i wanna fuck you on the counter i will,” lando murmured, hands spreading your thighs further apart; putting you in no position to argue you.

how could you? his words sounded like a promise, one you could only hope he would keep.

you nodded pathetically, suddenly aware of his hands resting high up on your inner thighs; suddenly aware of your own arousal and need for him.

he discarded of your bikini bottoms with ease, admiring your frame for a few moments as his hand reached to squeeze your breast, nipple rolling through his fingers moments later.

“lando,” you breathed; almost in warning, almost a whine. your legs were still spread and you were already resisting the urge to squirm. your patience non existent.

he only grinned, a slight chuckle maybe as his hands pushed your legs further apart once more.

“i got you baby,” lando hummed. “always so needy for me, you need me yeah? don’t you?” he spoke teasingly, tone painfully sweet as his fingers traced over your soaked folds.

you wanted to curse his obvious teasing, point out how you hadn’t been so cruel. but you knew it’d be no use.

you were scared to admit such thing, huffing as your hips bucked upwards momentarily.

“want to hear you say it.” lando grunted when he realised you weren’t planning on speaking; pinching your clit to get his point across, a strangled moan escaping you as your lips parted, falling into submission.

“need you.” you whined almost shamefully, head falling back as if the ceiling would offer you refuge from his hard stare. “please,”

your pleas were always music to his ears, so much so he debated with the idea of teasing you some more; to draw more whines and please out of you. but the way you were spread for him, so ready; he couldn’t help himself any longer.

you yelped at the sudden feeling of his mouth on your clit, sucking at your sensitive bud; not expecting such feeling as your eyes rolled back.

his hands manoeuvred your thighs to place your legs over his shoulders; giving him full access to your core as sweet moans started to escape you.

“o-oh my god,” you whimpered; eyes flickering to the sight of his head between your thighs ━ back arching as his tongue swiped through your folds, assaulting your cunt relentlessly as if he was starved.

you’d been reminded of how good his fingers were; so much so you hadn’t even considered getting his tongue again.

his large hands were squeezing your thighs, a bruising grip to keep you in place; eating you out expertly.

“lando━ feels so good,” you moaned as if that wasn’t clear by the way your hips were pushing against his hold. your right hand left the counter, moving to tangle in his curls, something to grab.

his blue eyes ventured to the sight of you momentarily, and he groaned into your cunt as he took note of the way your face was contorting in pleasure, how your body flinched with every move he made.

whimpers and moans were free falling, lando enjoying every single one ━ glad you could be as loud as you wanted, as loud as he made you.

you knew you were approaching your high shamefully fast, but had little room to care when you’d failed to reach it so much recently.

lando knew your body too well, could tell by the way you were tugging on his curls and creating more force against the hold he had on your thighs that you were about to cum.

he wanted you to let go, tongue flicking and nose bumping your clit ━ you orgasmed hard, suddenly; cumming on his tongue with what almost sounded like a squeal.

he didn’t stop, letting you ride out your high ━ before pulling away, wiping at the corners of his mouth.

you were mistaken however in thinking you would have time to catch your breath, not getting a word out before lando was moving only one leg off his shoulder and sliding two fingers into your entrance suddenly; thumb landing on your sensitive clit.

your body almost didn’t know how to react, falling back onto your hands that found the counter you sat upon once more to stabilise yourself.

“s’ too much,” you whimpered ━ legs attempting to squeeze shut, failing with the angle caused by one leg draped over lando’s shoulder, which allowed his fingers to hit deep within you.

lando hummed in amusement, knowing how much you could take. knowing you always said that, just to whine and cry out if he were to stop.

“too much?” he mocked; fingers curling and your body jerking. “want me to stop?” he breathed; smirking oh so cockily because he knew the answer. chuckling as you shook your head ‘no’ incredibly quickly.

“didn’t think so,” he huffed; thumb speeding up on your clit, rolling over the bud continuously. it was pure ecstasy, the overstimulation overwhelming your entire body.

his breaths were heavy as he admired you, the way you were shaking beneath him. reminiscent of how easily he could you like this, of the nights he made you cum four or five times before fucking you.

it killed him he didn’t have the time to do so again. but he couldn’t possibly complain right now.

“making a mess baby, all over my fingers,” lando spoke; the filthy sounds of his fingers moving in out of you filling the room, and you weren’t sure you’d last much longer when he entered a third. “so greedy. gonna cum again aren’t you?”

it was like he was three steps ahead of your body, leaving you to whine and nod pathetically.

“yeah? that what you want? to cum again?” lando spoke once more; watching as your head fell back, your eyes screwing shut and it satisfied him to see you feel the pleasure he was giving.

he was hard again, purely from his name sounding so fucking incredible as you moaned and moaned, from the perfection you were.

his hand grasping your cheek had your eyes flying open as lando tilted your head forwards to look at him, eyebrows raised in expectance.

“words pretty girl,” lando reminded, chin still between his thumb and index finger ━ struggling to focus on him with the numbing pleasure that was causing tears to form.

you nodded, before processing what he’d said. words. right.

“please lando,” you gasped; eyes pouring into his, pleading with his as your back arched and legs shook. you weren’t sure you’d be able to stop yourself. “gonna cum,” you whined.

lando felt it had been far too long to be cruel, so he simply hummed in appreciation; smiling lazily as he pushed you over the edge as he curled his fingers once more.

your vision went white, screaming his name as you came again, all over his fingers.

lando’s bottom lip rolled through his teeth at the sight, able to take in every moment, no restraint for either of you and it felt fucking amazing.

his hands gently moved your leg off his shoulder, stood between them as his hands massaged your thighs comfortingly, giving you a few moments to come down and catch your breath.

your eyes fluttered open, and immediately you were smiling stupidly at the sight of lando; his own grin mirroring yours as he hummed quietly.

“you’re so beautiful,” he whispered; unable to stop the compliment from escaping him, and your smile only grew; knowing you’d disagree if you caught sight of your tangled hair and flushed cheeks. 

it had your stomach flipping, men compliment you all the time. only lando would gain such a reaction.

“got another one in you?” his question was gentle; the sparkle in his eye daring, and you had no hesitation in nodding.

“need you inside me,” you mumbled, causing the driver’s smirk to return to its rightful place ━ glad your wants were shared.

you may have gone a long time without, but your stamina hadn’t faulted.

lando was tugging you to the edge of the counter at that, and you easily got lost in the kiss that he placed upon your lips; rough and messy as you melted into his hold.

it’d caught you by surprise, when he tugged you down onto your feet, spun your round and bent you over the marble surface; a gasp escaping you.

“missed you so much,” lando sighed; ushering your legs apart as your breath hitched in your throat. you didn’t know what to focus on, his words, your position or the feeling of his hands on your ass.

the confession wasn’t one you’d hold onto, you knew better than to cling to words uttered during sex. but god it felt great to hear.

“missed you too,” you assured him back, moan slipping past your lips as you felt his tip press against your folds; but he made no further movements.

your hips shook slightly, attempting to entice him ━ so needy despite having cum twice already. you just wanted him. all of him.

his hand moved up your back, tangling in your hair and creating a makeshift pony tail ━ one he tugged on immediately, your head snapping up.

“what did i say earlier? about using your words?” lando leant forward, lips grazing your ear; cock pressed against your entrance, causing you to cry out.

your body was overstimulated, tired; tired of his teasing. out of practice to predict his wants.

“want you to fuck me,” you whined quickly, rushing your words out as your hips pressed backwards. “need you lan, please,” you whimpered; sounding oh so desperate lando couldn’t possibly deny you.

he entered you without any more warning, bottoming out as your walls wrapped around him; your gasps intertwining as you gripped the counter below you.

the cool surface against your front did little to cool you down, moaning at the feeling of being so full. full of him again, after so long.

too long.

“always take me so well,” lando grunted in your ear; giving you a few moments to adjust before he was dropping your hair and standing up straight ━ hands finding your hips now.

his thrusts were harsh, rough and deep; not too slow or too fast, ensuring you felt every inch of him as your aching cunt squeezed him.

every move had your body jolting, moans escaping you; the counter and lando the only reason your legs were able to stay upright.

“so-so good,” you stumbled out, eyes rolling back as your body fell limp, unable to process the pleasure you were feeling. what you’d been deprived of and craving.

the driver too was losing himself in the feeling, head thrown back as he moved in and out of you ━ sounds of skin slapping filling up the large and empty space.

it was a mutual feeling, as to why the fuck this didn’t happen sooner. how on earth you two had been in such close proximity throughout the months and not gotten to this point yet.

safe to say keeping your distance now would be difficult.

lando felt the need to be closer, as if he needed more of you despite having you already at his mercy.

his hand found your neck with ease, wrapping around your throat and guiding your head up ━ causing you to stand up right, back against his chest.

he didn’t apply pressure, yet, but just the feeling of his large hand wrapped around the base of your neck had your legs feeling weaker; split open on his cock meaning lando’s body was the only thing holding you up now.

“feel good?” lando’s question was just him chasing praise, knowing you were fucked stupid; but he couldn’t help but want to remind you just who was the reason you could barely form sentences.

you nodded as much as you could in his hold. always nodding, he could ask or say anything and you’d find a way to say yes.

“only i can make you feel this good hm? only i can make you cum?” lando didn’t stop running his mouth, basking in the fact it was him that had the tears spilling out of your eyes. a sense of pride washing over him.

you choked out a yes, his thrusts having only gotten faster ━ and when his hand applied pressure to your neck you were almost certain you were in heaven.

“so perfect, so fucking perfect for me baby,” lando grunted in praise; and the kiss he pressed to your shoulder blade was a vast contrast to the treatment of your cunt.

it really was too much, the few tears and whimpers made that clear to lando; you were only moments away from cumming again and the thought alone had his own high dawning on him.

“come on angel, cum on my cock. cum for me,” he was speaking in your ear again; and you practically screamed as your third orgasm hit ━ body falling limp in his hold.

the way your walls squeezed him had him cumming with you, groaning as his forehead rested on your shoulder ━ erratic breaths filling the room as he stilled inside you.

all his touches were suddenly delicate, pulling out of you as he moved you to lean against the counter, still holding you up slightly as you caught your breath.

it was a comfortable silence, his hands ghosting over your waist as you pressed your eyes shut for a few moments.

you’d expected some sort of regret. an immediate now what? for one of you to panic or flee.

but instead, neither of you wanted the moment to end.

“want to join me for a shower?” lando broke the silence, a half smile that had you feeling an odd sense of relief.

one he felt too when you smiled right back, and nodded in agreement.

he’d chuckled, you would even go as far as to say he was grinning; hands grasping your thighs and picking you up with ease, carrying you off towards the bathroom.

when your friends returned you had been on the sofa, lando out by the pool ━ strategically placed to avoid suspicion, already under the assumption someone would’ve brought up the fact it happened to be you two who stayed back today.

chatter filled the room immediately, lando trudging in to greet everyone. you having stayed seated, purely because you didn’t trust your legs.

“burnt cookies y/n?” max had spoke across the room; having been first to stumble upon the overdone batch sat on the kitchen island you’d spent the last 15 minutes sanitising.

your cheeks flushed, purely because you could sense lando’s eyes burning into you.

you could picture the cocky smirk plastered on his face.

“yeah. my bad,” you laughed sheepishly.

and you were glad to be the only one paying attention when lando passed the back of the couch, finger grazing your shoulder as he did so.

“my bad,” he corrected; your eyes meeting his smug ones in passing.

━━

a/n: did y’all miss my shitty endings???

anyways idk what this is but here it is

unedited atm so apologies xox

as always appreciate feedback so so much, love u all and hope u enjoy 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ it's a gift (you keep those) ]❜

ft. logan howlett x f! reader — xmen, marvel

╰₊✧ giving him a plushie that reminded you of him┊1k words

setting: deadpool & wolverine (2024) worst! logan contains: fluff, crushes, probably ooc but he’s so cute & wade is hard to write for, written for dp&w logan so idk if he got gifts in xmen, i forgot about laura, they are in touch and have a wonderful father-daughter relationship, i’m so sorry, edited

➤ author's note: i have so many thoughts but too incompetent to write

logan’s never sure who will appear when he opens the door as wade’s quite the extrovert, either vanessa or one of his many other friends whom he’s now become somewhat acquainted with, but he certainly wasn’t expecting to meet the familiar eyes of the cute neighbor who lived a few doors down. he nervously scratched the back of his head, suddenly becoming aware of his shabby appearance, “uh, are you looking for wade?”

“no, i was actually looking for you!” god, your smile is so bright, it’s blinding. he normally hates perfume of any sort as it’s so overpowering to his heightened senses, but the one that you wore smelled so lovely like always. is that a new shade of lip gloss you’re wearing? it really suits you. (why on earth is he noticing all of these details out of the blue? he needs to snap out of whatever spell you put on him after being introduced when he first showed up and only interacting in passing since then).

“looking for me?” he repeated, in disbelief, trying his best not to allow his surprise to slip into his voice. considering he isn’t from this dimension and not the most agreeable person to be around, he had no friends of his own yet and hasn’t been visited by anyone since he got here. a beat of panic struck him, thinking that he was in trouble for something and you came to complain. he really couldn’t think of any other reason you were here for him even though you were so cheerful.

you were carrying some shopping bags with you, dropping them on the ground before reaching into one and pulling out a large fuzzy plushie of a gray cat hidden under layers of glittery tissue paper, “i saw this cutie when i went shopping with my friends and thought it looked like you!” you held it out for him to take, looking so proud of the stuffed animal.

he hesitated for a second before accepting it, trying to take in the fact that you were reminded of him in your day-to-day life. it made his heart flutter, and he found himself dumbfounded by the feeling. he was frequently teased by his roomate about his little “crush” on you, claiming that it was oh so obvious and that the sooner he accepted it, the better, but he never realized until now how pathetic he was when it came to you. was the wolverine really getting butterflies like a fucking schoolgirl in his old-ass age? thank god no one was home right now to bully him about it, he would never hear the end of it.

“it does not look like me,” he scoffed playfully after a quick examination.

“no, it definitely does! it’s a big, grumpy kitty—” you took a step closer to hold it with him, pointing at all the similarities you observed, although it was clear you were exaggerating for laughs. “see the little frowny face and ears? it could be your identical twin separated from birth! willy mentioned that you act like a cat most of the time, and i think it fits perfectly!”

the smile he didn’t realize was plastered on his face faltered at the last piece of information, grateful that you didn’t notice. that idiot has been talking about him to you? he might as well forget about any chance of getting with you, because knowing how he yaps without a filter and loves to play matchmaker, you probably think he’s a freak of some sort. “only good things, i hope…”

you giggled, the sweetest sound he ever heard. “of course, he’s really fond of you… well, maybe a bit too fond, but you already know about that!” you opened your mouth to continue the conversation or say something else, but your phone started ringing and you excused yourself, looking a little shy as you grabbed up your bags. “i’ll talk to you later!” you sounded so excited about the prospect of it before leaving, your voice and footsteps becoming fainter as you walked back to your place.

“wait, you didn’t take back the cat—”

“it’s a gift! you keep those!”

“oh… right…”

he lingered for a moment, unable to say much in response since you left in such a rush. when was the last time someone gave him a present? staring at this brand new item, he still couldn’t see the resemblance in any way, but knowing that it was a gift from you gave him a rare feeling of happiness which returned every time he looked at it from then on among his few possessions. 

“oh my goodness, what is this adorable thing?!” wade exclaimed when he saw it sitting on the couch where logan slept, picking it up to gawk at before tossing it up in the air and catching it before it hit the floor. “ooh, let me guess, it’s a gift from her, isn’t it?” 

the mutant groaned at his mocking tone. “put it down before you ruin it with your grubby hands,” he commanded, snatching it from his grasp (rough enough to make his point clear, but carefully enough not to tear it apart). his roommate didn’t even bother pretending to be offended like he usually would as he was simply overjoyed that his “ship” was coming true. “it doesn’t mean anything, don’t make it weird.”

“it doesn’t mean anything?! how can you say that when it’s going to be the first gift you give to your first child together—”

“first what??”

“nevermind, what are you gonna name it?”

“i have to name it?”

“have you never owned a stuffed animal before? you have to name it! how heartbroken is she going to be when she asks what you named it and you say that you haven’t done that?! she’s gonna think that you don’t value her gifts!” you would think the world was going to end if he didn’t do so if you heard the way he was speaking.

“fine, i’ll name it…” he looked deeply into the toy’s soulless eyes, noting how soft the outer material was against his calloused hand, “... fluffy…”

“that’s such a shitty name—”

“shut the fuck up, it’s been decided.”

[hon3y-y]

Roomie!sukuna doesn't even get horny for anyone other than you anymore. You have the wettest, nastiest pussy he's ever seen- and he deserves the best so nobody but you will do. You're fucking so many other fine men now that you dont even give him a second glance when he walks out the shower in just a towel to tease you. And oh, his temper when one of your hookups pick you up and you don't come home for the weekend. Or even worse, they stay for the weekend. Sukuna has never let a girl sleep over at the apartment but now there are two colognes in the bathroom, two pairs or men's shoes at the door, and he can almost never see you in the living room without some other man hanging off your side

read the other parts here! : part 1 part 2 part 4

he’s literally so embarrassingggg it’s not even funny. he’ll walk around and flex his muscles, smirk on his puffy lips as the water drips down his ripped torso. he stands outside your open door, you’re looking down at your phone deciding on whether to spend the night at choso’s or nanami’s (pick choso, nanami gets up at like 5 am 🙄), “showers empty..” sukuna basically purr’s, resting his arm on the doorway.

and you literally could not give less of a fuck💀

you just nod, mumbling a ‘thanks’ as you focus on putting both their names in a generator and letting that choose your fate for the night. let’s just say sukuna was extremely angry when a motorcycle pulls up and you just giggle and hop onto it, kissing the stupid leather clad boy while throwing on the custom bikers helmet choso had made for you. and to top it off, sukuna had to physically restrain himself from blowing up your phone on where the fuck you are??

messages;

ryo<3: didn’t see you this morning

you: i’m staying with choso for the weekend! sorry, should’ve told you last night:/

you: i also won’t be home after wednesday satoru is taking me to this festival! i’ll send pics😋

ryo<3: have fun 👍

omfg he’s losing it. he literally will spend the whole time in the gym, refusing to be in the empty apartment for longer than eight hours for sleep. he feels like there’s a cement brick in his chest when you’re whisked away by these men. but nothing is worse than when he stays over.

he being satoru.

it was becoming a huge issue. his longest “sleepover” was a week. a week where you weren’t even home for half of it. but sukuna was. he was there for all of it.

there was now a third toothbrush taking up countertop space in the bathroom, he would find satoru’s clothes in the wash (which would always somehow be in there whenever ryo specifically had to use it??), and gojo absolutely loved to make out with you everywhere but inside of your room and sukuna started to hated it. publicly claiming you in front of the guy who literally made it possible🙄 unbelievable.

let’s just say you take a break from bringing satoru over, doing your best to settle the tension at home. but sukuna couldn’t let it go, not when he stares at the stupid fucking blue electric toothbrush and knows that it’s only temporary.

at this point he didn’t even give a fuck about the other guys, you can keep them as long as he’s added onto your roster.

it’s been a while since the two of you had a movie night. something that used to, at the very least, happen once a month has been delayed due to your extra activities. the two of you relaxed into the couch, the movie was a random one you found choosing whatever looked the best by cover and for the first time in a while, sukuna felt like he had you.

“did you buy the candy?”

“shit, yeah. i think i left it in my room?”

“go get it while i make the popcorn!” you smiled up at him, your eyes sparkling excitedly. you looked so cute and soft, and ryo got a glimpse of your cute pink panties when you bent over to grab something so he was feeling just as good. he could already picture the little damp spot he’d create after teasing you and then force you to beg and make it up to him.

he thought about it the whole walk to his room, picking up the bag and then back to the living room, fantasizing about what he plans to do. and just as he’s about to turn the corner, a head of white fluffy hair is laying on your lap, legs spread to take up the full length of the couch. and the only seat available? the one farthest from you.

“i hope you don’t mind, satoru said he missed us!”

us… sukuna looked down at gojo, looking at the content quirk in his lip while he snuggled into you more, moving one of your hands into his hair to play with it. ryo’s eye twitched before he put the bag down and went back into his room, the door slamming behind him. the noise makes you force satoru up, a pit forming in your stomach. you didn’t want sukuna to feel uncomfortable in his own house—

“damn, what’s he so mad abo- he got macha kitkats!? mmm~”

*bonus*

sukuna is literally in his room about to dry heave because??? what alternative version of himself gave him such bad karma?!? in his room like this;

but quietly, because he DEFINITELY doesn’t want you to see him like this. such a fein🤦‍♀️

a/n: i didn’t put smut because i didn’t want to get repetitive BUT should we finally let sukuna get a taste?? part 4 where he finally gets her?? lmk🫶

*not edited*

[flowersforbucky]

devil's in the backseat

bucky barnes x reader

word count: 3.7k

summary/prompt: a night at coney island with your friends turns out much differently than expected.

or getting fucked in front of a mirror

author's note: this is my first halloween fic!! this was so much fun to write. if you've read haunting adeline, then you know exactly what inspired the mirror maze scene! also disclaimer i have never been to coney island so if any of this is inaccurate then just pretend ok it's fiction :))

warnings/tags: smut, 18+ only content, sex in a public setting, mirror sex, oral (female receiving), unprotected p in v, friends to lovers, romanogers makes an appearance! kind of grumpy!reader, protective bucky, random men being creepy, language, reader is afab, she/her pronouns, reader pov, no use of y/n, porn with a little plot, fluff

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“I can't fucking believe I let you talk me into wearing this.”

You tug the tight, cherry red colored velvet fabric of the babydoll dress in place for the dozenth time since arriving at Coney Island.

“What? You look hot. Plus, our costumes go great together.”

Natasha's costume mirrors your own - except hers is a pearlescent white and instead of a pitchfork and horns, she dons angel wings and a halo.

“I don't feel hot. I feel cold. It's fifty degrees and the sun hasn't even set yet.” If it wasn't for the black thigh high boots that cover the majority of your legs, you'd be shivering in the chilly late October weather.

“It's not my fault that you put off getting a costume until the last minute and had to pick through what little was left at Spirit Halloween,” she mumbles, passing you one of the cups of apple cider that the cashier hands to her. You gladly accept, sucking down the hot liquid in hopes that it will warm you from the inside.

Her phone dings as the two of you walk towards the rides. “It's Steve,” she informs you as she reads the text message. “They just got here,” she looks back up at you with a smirk on her face and a mischievous gleam in her eye. “Bucky decided to come with them.”

You roll your eyes, suddenly hating your borderline provocative costume even more.

“I thought he was leaving for a job in Denver this evening?”

It's not that you didn't want to see Bucky. It's that you didn't want to see Bucky dressed like this. As if you don't already get flustered around him when you're dressed in normal, everyday clothing. The hem of your dress barely conceals the curve of your ass and your tits are practically spilling over the low neckline.

“Guess it's been postponed,” she shrugs, nudging you with her shoulder.

The two of you turn to look in the opposite direction when a familiar voice calls your names. You see Steve, Sam, and Bucky walking towards you. Steve is dressed as a pirate, eyepatch and all. Sam wears a cowboy costume with an oversized hat, concealing the upper half of his face entirely.

And Bucky? Bucky wears jeans and a navy blue Henley.

Yeah, you're regretting any of your life choices that lead up to this moment.

“Well, well, well,” Sam drawls as he tips his hat back enough to take in yours and Natasha’s outfits. “Look what we have here. An angel and a devil. Have you two already entered the costume contest for best duo or should I go add your names?”

“You wouldn't dare,” you scold him. Natasha just laughs, falling into Steve’s embrace as he plants a kiss to her forehead.

“We should, you know,” Natasha agrees. “I think we'd have a pretty good shot at winning.”

“Yeah, right,” you retort, looking around at some of the more elaborate, creative costumes that many of the strangers around you are sporting. You notice a man and woman dressed as Beetlejuice and Lydia Deetz and know that you and Nat wouldn't stand a chance in a costume contest. “And what about you?” You acknowledge Bucky, your eyes skimming up and down his civilian clothes. “Didn't have time to pull together a costume?”

He smirks, his eyes trailing up your figure for a heated moment before he responds. “I'll have you know that I am in costume, actually.”

Steve and Sam both snort in laughter.

“Oh yeah? And what are you supposed to be, exactly?”

He tugs up the sleeve of his shirt, showing off the shiny vibranium that is his left arm.

“I'm the Winter Soldier,” he says with a smug grin. “Obviously.”

“How creative,” you praise sarcastically.

“Cut me some slack,” he feigns insult. “I was supposed to be halfway to Colorado right now. I didn't have time to pull together anything too cute.” His eyes flicker to your dress and boots at the word cute. If anyone else notices, they say nothing.

“What are we doing just standing around here?” Natasha exclaims, tugging Steve in the direction of the rides and games. “I want to ride every ride and eat funnel cake.”

They race ahead of the rest of you, with Sam close behind, leaving you and Bucky to fall into step beside each other.

“So, why did your mission get postponed?” You ask casually, trying to fight down the nerves that threaten to bubble over every time you're alone with him.

“Beats me,” he shrugs. “Fury didn't give much of an explanation. I got the text as I was loading my bags into the car to head out.”

“That's annoying,” you mumble, swallowing the remnants of your hot apple cider. “I'm sorry,” you tell him with a glance in his direction. “I'm sure it was for a good reason.”

He shrugs. “I'm here, so I can't be too mad about it.”

Before you can overthink exactly what he means by that, you're both brought to a halt when a jolly looking man in a Ghostbusters costume steps directly in front of you, blocking your path.

“This little devil looks like she needs a giant sloth!” He exclaims, gesturing towards the prizes hanging above the balloon darts station next to you.

“Oh, no,” you start. “That’s okay–”

��Come on!” The red-faced vendor insists, looking at Bucky. “Don't you want to win your girl a giant sloth? Perhaps a giant giraffe? If she was mine, I'd be winning her any prize she wants. I'll give you five throws for ten doll–”

“Fine, fine,” Bucky relents, digging into his back pocket for his wallet. You notice a faint hint of pink blooms along the apples of his cheeks, but he doesn't correct the man when he calls you his girl. “You've worn me down,” he sighs as he shoves a crumpled ten dollar bill into the man's hand.

The man accepts the money with a satisfied, toothy grin and hands Bucky five darts.

“If you get three out of the five throws, you can choose a prize from here,” the man gestures towards a section of smaller prizes. “And if you get all five throws, you can choose–”

The man is cut off by the sharp popping sound of a balloon, and then a second, and a third, until all five darts have been impaled on the board in a consecutive line in a matter of seconds.

“She'll take the bunny,” Bucky tells him before he can erase the stunned look off of his face. He points to a large, flop-eared purple bunny hanging from the upper row of prizes.

Unlike the vendor, you aren't shocked by his perfect aim at all. Anyone who knows Bucky would have known that he wouldn't miss a single shot. You are shocked, however, that he chose the bunny without even asking which prize you want.

The man in the Ghostbusters costume grabs the bunny and hands it to you, surprise still etched on his face. He mumbles a quick goodnight before he's moving onto the next people approaching the stand.

“How did you know I'd want the bunny?” You ask Bucky, trying to juggle the stuffed animal, your empty cup of cider, and your pitchfork all in your arms.

“You like bunnies, right? It was an educated guess.” He shrugs, moving through a thick crowd of people away from the game stations. “Here, let me carry it for you,” he offers when he notices the large stuffed animal is obstructing your vision. You hand it over to him and he tucks it underneath his metal arm.

“Thank you,” you tell him, your cheeks heating at the realization that he'd remembered such an inconsequential piece of information about you. You do like bunnies. The cold night air suddenly feels a lot more balmy.

“I'm - uh - I'm going to find a trash can real quick,” you say as you wiggle the empty cup in your hand. Truthfully, you just need a moment to collect yourself.

You begin walking in the opposite direction before he can reply, your eyes scanning the throng of people for a garbage can.

So what if he knows that you like bunnies? It's a pretty trivial fact that probably means nothing. You know that Natasha’s favorite animal is flamingos - because she's your friend. It's normal for friends to know things that their friends like.

Right? Right.

“I like that outfit a whole lot, baby. But I think you'd look even cuter in just the boots and those horns.”

You're so lost in your internal monologue that you don't even notice two men closing in on you as you toss the empty cup into a trash can. Unlike most of the people here tonight, neither of them are in costumes. They stand so close to you that you can smell booze on their breath.

“Oh, fuck off,” you groan as you attempt to walk away, but they've effectively blocked you between their bodies and the large garbage can behind you. Wicked grins grow on their faces as you realize that you can't get by them.

“Look, I don’t have the patience for this tonight. Get out of my fucking way.”

“Or what?” One of them taunts. “You'll use that little pitchfork on us? Jokes on you, because we're into that.”

“What if I used it on you?” A familiar voice comes from behind them. “Would you still like that?”

Before they can even turn around to identify the voice, Bucky is pulling him back by the hood of his sweatshirt and throwing him on the ground with little to no effort. The other one attempts to stumble away as Bucky turns his attention to him.

He still has your bunny clutched in his flesh hand - despite the seriousness of the situation, you have to bite your lip to keep from smirking at the sight. You don't know of anyone who could be quite as intimidating while holding a stuffed purple bunny.

“What about you?” Bucky asks, towering over the guy by half a foot. “You got anything you wanna say?”

“I - no - we didn't know she was with someone,” he half slurs, half stutters out. His gaze flickers to Bucky's vibranium hand. The man on the ground manages to stand back up, following after his friend.

“Now you know,” Bucky calls after them as they quickly hobble away.

“I had that handled, you know,” you tell Bucky with a nod towards your pitchfork. “But thank you, anyway. Really.”

He places a gentle but firm grasp on the top of your arms and begins to tug you in the opposite direction, guiding you through the small crowd that had stopped to witness the altercation.

“I have no doubt about that,” he sighs, releasing his grip on you when the two of you are a reasonable distance away. “But I also don't doubt that you handling it would have drawn even more attention.”

He's right. If he hadn't stepped in, your method of handling it would have been even more dramatic.

“They would have deserved it,” you mumble. “I knew I shouldn't have worn this stupid costume.”

“They definitely would have deserved it,” he agrees. “And your costume isn't stupid. You should be able to wear any costume you like without getting harassed by drunk assholes.”

The two of you approach the ferris wheel as it comes to a slow stop, a couple getting out of one of the cars. You and Bucky flash your wristbands to the operator, who offers to hold your pitchfork for you while you’re on the ride.

“Besides,” he continues as you sit down next to each other in the car, the operator locking the gate in place. “I happen to like your costume. A lot.” He turns his head to you, his gaze trailing from the tops of your thigh high boots and up to the felt horns that adorn your head.

There's a shift in energy as the ferris wheel suddenly comes to life, sending you sliding across the limited space of the metal bench seat and right up against him.

“Oh, yeah?” You tease with your face a few inches from his. Close enough to see your reflection in his irises. “Is that why two different people have implied that I'm yours tonight and you haven't corrected either of them?”

“Your costume had nothing to do with that. I wouldn't have corrected them even if you were dressed as a giant banana,” he says, his tone and face both serious. “Does it bother you that I didn't correct them?”

“No,” you answer automatically - eagerly. You should feel embarrassed, but with the way he's looking at you, and how good it feels to be pressed so snug against him, you can't find it within yourself to care. “I didn't correct them either,” you point out.

The ferris wheel comes to a stop to let new people get on when your cart reaches the peak.

“And why is that?” he asks lowly. If you weren't sitting so close to him, you wouldn't have been able to hear him over the obnoxiously loud carnival music that pours from speakers in between the ferris wheel's carts.

He wraps his metal arm around your shoulders, pulling you further into him.

“Because I liked the sound of it,” you answer honestly. Your voice quivers - from nerves, or from a gust of wind that sways the pod still perching at the top of the wheel.

“Is that right?” he murmurs. He places his flesh hand on the exposed skin of your thigh - just above the top of your boot and just under the hem of your dress. His fingertips rest near the crack between your thighs. Instinctively, you spread your legs apart - not much, but enough for him to smirk at your body's automatic response to his touch.

“You like the sound of being my girl?”

“Yeah,” you breathe. “I do. Is that okay with you?”

He chuckles, his fingers inching further up your thigh. You spread your legs open further, giving him the go ahead to go as high as he wants. He stops when he reaches the apex of your thighs, just an inch away from the cloth of your panties. He applies pressure with his fingertips, his short nails digging into the sensitive flesh and making you clench your legs around his hand.

“That depends,” he contemplates. “Are you my girl?”

You open your mouth to answer when the sensation of his index finger grazing the fabric that covers your cunt makes you forget how to speak. You sit there with your mouth agape as he hooks a finger into the cotton panties.

He eases a finger through your folds, lubricating it in your slick before adding a second finger and massaging the pads of them over your sensitive clit.

“Feels like you're my girl.”

You become vaguely aware of the fact that the ride is now in motion once more, heading back down to the ground, when Bucky places the stuffed bunny on your lap in an effort to conceal what is happening in the cart that you and him share.

He alternates between slow, languid circles and quick strokes against your clit as the ferris wheel makes its way down and then back up again. You can feel yourself soaking your underwear as the world dizzies around you. You hide your face in Bucky's neck to conceal the pleasure written across your face.

You're seconds away from coming against his fingers, the pressure in your belly building to a climax, when he pulls away and tugs your dress into place. Your gaze snaps up to his, shooting daggers, as the ride comes to a slow stop. He looks back at you with an amused smirk as the operator approaches the cart to unlock the gate.

“Sorry about that, sweetheart,” he tells you in a strained voice as he snatches the bunny back from you. “After you,” he motions with his head as the operator holds the gate open for you.

Stunned and speechless at what just happened, you stumble out of the cart and down the stairs to the ride's exit with Bucky behind you - both of you completely forgetting about your pitchfork. You can't help but snort a laugh at the position of the large stuffed animal - directly over Bucky’s crotch.

“Real discreet,” you tell him, glancing down at the bunny and then back up to the semi-pained expression on his face.

“I have to admit, right now this thing is worth every penny that I spent on it,” he sighs, and then removes one hand from the bunny to place it on your lower back. “Follow me,” he instructs with a smirk.

He guides you through the crowd and you follow him without question, just trying to ignore the wet ache between your legs.

You shoot him a quizzical look when you arrive at the house of mirrors. You haven't been in a mirror maze since you'd gotten lost in one at ten years old.

There's an attendant sitting in a chair outside of the entrance who unenthusiastically greets the two of you. Bucky reaches into his pocket, digging out his wallet for the second time that evening. He pulls out a hundred dollar bill and flashes it at the elderly man smoking a Pall Mall.

“Take this and don't let anyone else in until we come out,” Bucky tells him before dragging you into the attraction. You and the gray haired man both go wide eyed.

“What was that?” you cackle as the door slams to a close behind you. Bucky doesn't answer, just grabs one of your hands in his and begins guiding you through the maze of mirrors as if he's been here a hundred times.

The entire place is lit by bright, neon red lights that only aid in further confusing your sense of direction. Bucky doesn’t seem phased in the slightest, finally coming to a stop after a few minutes of maneuvering through the endless mirrors.

“You never answered me, you know,” he says as he drops your bunny to the floor. “When I asked if you're my girl.” He smirks at you, stepping closer to you and backing you against the mirror behind you.

“You just paid that man a hundred dollars to get me alone,” you jab as you pull him to you by the front of his Henley. “I think it's safe to say that I am.”

He smiles as you pull him down to you, crushing your lips to his. His hands trail down your back until they land where your thighs meet the curve of your ass cheeks. You release months worth of tension into the kiss, sweeping your tongue along the swell of his bottom lip before slipping it into his mouth the second that he parts his lips for you. He groans into the kiss, kneading the globes of your ass with his fingers. You can feel a prominent bulge through his jeans against your stomach.

Adrenaline begins to kick in when he pulls away, looking down at you with lust blown pupils. He sinks to the floor below you, kneeling in front of your cunt as he raises your dress around your waist and tugs your panties down your legs and over your boots. He slips them into his back pocket before hiking one of your legs across his shoulder.

You can already feel your juices leaking down your inner thighs before his mouth makes contact with you. When he does, you lean your head back against the glass behind you in pleasure.

He sucks your clit between his kiss-swollen lips with an obscene pop before running his tongue down your folds. He plunges his tongue inside you and you grind yourself against his face, chasing the release that you were seconds away from on the ferris wheel.

He moans at the taste of you and the vibration has your walls clenching around his tongue. You ride out your orgasm on his face, the neon red lights blurring and spinning around you.

Despite the fact that your legs feel like jelly, you pull him up to you as soon as you're able to form a coherent thought. You clumsily paw at the button of his pants and his zipper, and he shoves both his jeans and boxers down over his ass, just far enough to free his cock.

He places both of his hands just under your armpits and lifts you as you instinctively lock your legs around his hips.

The head of his cock nudges your wet folds, your juices coating his length before he nudges it inside you.

You feel full before he's even halfway in you. Your walls constrict around him and he digs his teeth into his bottom lip as he adjusts to the sensation of you.

“Fuck, that's tight. You're perfect,” he grunts as he sheaths the rest of his length into you. You let out a sound somewhere between a whimper and a gasp.

He has total control as he cradles you between his body and the cold, hard mirror behind you. He sets a harsh pace, his head ramming against your cervix at the sweetest angle from his position beneath you.

He manages to support you with the strength of only his vibranium arm as he brings his flesh hand between your bodies, once again massaging your clit in rapid circles as he fucks up into you.

You cum around his length in a shockingly short amount of time, digging your teeth into the flesh of his neck as he follows after you, filling you up with hot ropes of his cum.

You stay in the same position after you've both reached your climax, panting against one another in the claustrophobic feeling space.

“We should probably go find our friends,” you say breathlessly with a kiss to the side of his face. “Sam's probably getting sick of being a third wheel.”

He pulls out of you, his cum running down your thighs and ass cheeks. He gently lowers you back down to the ground as he begins to tuck himself back into his pants.

He laughs, cupping your face in his hands as he pulls your lips to his once again.

“If he hates being a third wheel, just imagine how much he's going to hate being a fifth wheel.”

[inkskinned]

i was raised by a catholic deacon so as a kid - maybe ages 7 to 14 - i would have told you that abortion was only okay in exception cases like rape. i didn't even really understand any of the terms at play here, only how to parrot that there were "few and far between" exceptions, but abortion-as-a-whole was irresponsible and evil. i believed it was a bad form of birth control.

for context's sake - i still had a flip phone. google wasn't really a thing back then. the whole narrative was akin to the apostle's creed: i don't know that i ever thought about what the words meant, only that this was what i was supposed to say when asked. i remember being in 4th grade and having it down pat - abortion is evil, except in cases such as rape. my father wasn't insensitive, after all - he acknowledged there might be medical necessity to end a life.

what changed was that at 14 i learned how hard it is to prove that a rape has happened.

it was a boy, actually. and his piano teacher. and him telling me, crying, that nobody believed him that he didn't want it. and what if she gets pregnant?

this is the mark in a lot of our lives: at some point, someone will confide in you, and then you see exactly how often it happens. how it happens so fucking loudly, and nobody says anything. how often your friends, nervous, will shakily admit that while they love their partner, there are a few times that they didn't really consent, that they didn't really want it. for others, there are nights half-remembered in bars. for others, they married their partner at 15, so now it's "fine", legally. for others, there are yes moments that felt like a no. there were no moments that were never acknowledged. you say no but are told you actually said yes because of what you were wearing or because he is good at swimming and his life would be ruined or because he's a nice guy or -

in the last 8 years, my father has become radicalized. he now believes in "no exceptions".

but the truth is that there was never going to be a true "exception" clause. there was never going to be a grey area. i am not even really sure they believe in the concept of rape. and if they did - how would you ever prove it? in the six weeks you have to state your case - when it takes years in a court of law - the "rape exception" would simply evaporate under the continued pregnancy. you were never going to have a moment where you could privately tell a doctor - it's because of a rape. there was no box you could check. there was no form you could file. it was always going to be assumed consensual until proven malignant. it was always going to be your fault.

they also knew they couldn't actually sell the rest of us on this idea of it's always blessed. they knew in their hearts that every pregnancy should be wanted. they knew going in that plenty of us - even raised catholic, even having had this shoved down our throats - plenty of us still had too many questions about what ifs.

it's just they just didn't want to come off as monsters. they patted our heads and taught us they weren't insensitive. they just had these beliefs. and then they put their hands on our bodies. and said if you don't listen, i'm going to force them.

[annabelle--cane]

"the magnus protocol had a whole ARG beforehand? what?"

yes! it did!

"oh so I need to have participated in this whole big thing to actually understand the podcast?"

not at all! from the official post-mortem put out by RQ, "while the ARG was not something that was necessary to participate in to understand the magnus protocol, it was designed to contain a wealth of background story and context that would enrich any player's listening experience."

"a wealth of background context that would enrich my listening experience 👀👀👀 how can I learn about this?"

SO glad you asked. sadly, many of the materials made for the arg have been taken down since the game ended 😔 (ex., the official OIAR, magnus institute, and bonzoland websites. (edit ii: I found partial wayback machine captures! see below) though @strangehauntsuk is still up!), so we're a bit low on primary sources, but in terms of learning about what happened:

for a starting point, I would really recommend this video by @pinkelotjeart

it's super accessible, it was made in real time as the game progressed and follows the solving and revelation of clues as they happened, it hits all the major points of the mystery and moments of community insanity while eliding some of the nitty gritty puzzle grinding, 10/10 would recommend.

here's the official summary put out by RQ, and I'd recommend reading through this once you've already gotten a basic handle on the flow of the story and the basic connections between major clues and events. it's got some fun behind-the-scenes info and lays out the thought process behind the puzzles in simple terms

here's the full masterdoc of all puzzles and resolutions put together in the statement remains discord server. masterdoc my absolute BELOVED, masterdoc my bethrothed, masterdoc my soul mate. I'd recommend this as a second port of call after the above video as it either contains all details about the puzzles or links to other expanded docs that do.

here's the narrative summary doc that lays out all the plot and lore discovered in three pages of plain prose. if you just want to get to the good bits as fast as you can and get blasted directly in the face by contextless lore bombs, this is the doc for you. if you don't want to start with the video, I'd say this is another good entry point.

once you've got the lay of the land, some of the game materials that I found particularly interesting include:

the in-universe east germany expat usenet forum, with all content translated into english. most of it is irrelevant space filler with occasional extremely sus lore, but I still found it fun to read through. love to soak in some fictional forum drama.

chdb.xlsx, the spreadsheet of the names of all the children the protocol 'verse magnus institute was studying/experimenting on. EDIT: here is a version of the sheet without any annotations and with all of the names in their original order, kudos to @theboombutton for catching that the commonly shared copy had the order swapped around.

klaus.xls, a (very corrupted) spreadsheet with what looks like the classifications of a bunch of old OIAR cases.

EDIT: have a few more saved materials from the game that I forgot to include.

an in-universe audio ad to apply to the OIAR that ran before archives episodes and kicked off the whole game.

an in-universe video ad to apply to the OIAR, this one is an official upload that's still up from the game itself. you can subscribe to the OIAR's official youtube channel today, if you so chose.

the robo-voicemail greeting from the OIAR's phone line.

EDIT II:

here is a wayback machine capture of the OIAR's official website.

here is a wayback machine capture of the bonzoland website.

(pretty sure both of the above captures just archived the home pages, though I haven't tried clicking all of the links. I'd say they're still worth looking at, the home pages give a good window into the vibes.)

once you start poking around in these documents, you'll find a bunch of links to others with further information, the materials I've included here just contain what I feel to be the most relevant details to getting a broad feel for the whole game. once again, huge shout out to the statement remains server, I was barely in there as the ARG was in progress and only ducked my head in every so often to find links like these. true mvps of the fandom.

[loveanddeepthroat]

Come Home

Pairing - Sylus x f!MC

Summary - Sylus has headed out to deal with some business, leaving you concerned for him as he doesn’t return when he told you he would. Fluff and a bit of angst. Sylus and MC aren’t yet in a relationship.

Word count - 2k

A/N - Hi! This is my first little one shot for LADS, and I hope you enjoy it. I do accept requests and look forward to writing more for this fandom 🖤

It had been hours since you last heard from him.

You tried to tell yourself that you didn’t need to worry. That he was more than capable and has always returned in one piece. That your worry is wasted on him anyway, considering the fact that you weren’t even supposed to like him.

But you felt sick.

It was almost impossible not to be concerned. No matter where he was or what he was doing, he has always been reachable. You’ve tried his phone so many times that the battery eventually gave up on your futile attempts and went to sleep—which is what you should be doing at this hour. 

Mephisto had accompanied him on his outing, Luke and Kieran staying at the base with you under Sylus’s orders. They didn’t seem at all bothered by the fact that it was currently three hours past the time Sylus had told them he’d be back. They know him better than you do, but their constant reassurance did little to soothe the panic starting to show.

“Please,” you practically beg. “I have this awful feeling that something has happened to him. Please go and look for him.”

Kieran groaned at her, tired of having to repeat himself once more. “We already told you.”

“Boss’s orders are non-negotiable,” Luke chimes in from where he’s lounging in an armchair.

“He’d have our heads as soon as we walked out the door.”

You were becoming more irritated each second by their nonchalant attitude. They didn’t even seem to give a shit, and you weren’t currently in the right mindset to delve into why you gave so much of a shit.

He was a criminal. A man who had such questionable intentions and motives that you didn’t even want to know the bare minimum of what he got up to whenever he headed out alone.

If something had happened to him, however, you wanted names.

As poorly as your acquaintance with him had begun, you found him to be more intriguing with every moment spent in his presence. His likes and dislikes, his attentive nature whenever you’re around, the way he chooses a vinyl record based on the type of mood he’s in—even the way he dresses has you analysing his every six feet and two inches of pure, solid muscle.

He wasn’t bad on the eye, especially when he was looking at you. You couldn’t fully figure it out, but there was a very subtle tenderness to his presence when he was around you. Subtle in a way that didn’t overshadow his ability to be the biggest asshole you’d ever met.

“If you keep pacing like that then I’m going to throw up,” Luke complains.

You shoot him a harsh glare. “If you don’t like it then get out and find your boss,” you grit back.

With an exaggerated huff, he pulls himself out of his seat, stretching his arms over his head. You feel a glimmer of hope, only for it to be shot down almost immediately. “I’ll let you know if I pass by him in my dreams,” he teases, walking out of the lounge and towards his own room.

You wanted to drag him back and push him out of the front door, but the man could probably put you to sleep with a snap of his skilled fingers. Instead, you growl angrily as his chuckles sound from the hallway.

Kieran stood up, too, mimicking his twin with his stretching. He paused for a moment, and you waited for his addition to his brother's teasing.

“He’ll be back,” he assured, surprising you. “If he’s not back by morning, we’ll figure something out. Just go to sleep.”

He doesn’t wait for a response from you as he follows after Luke, both of them turning in for the night. Sleep sounded like pure bliss, but you weren’t going to be able to do so.

You couldn’t even sit down, your legs automatically taking you around every single piece of furniture so many times that you were starting to get dizzy. 

“Please come back,” you chanted quietly to yourself quietly, if only to keep your pacing on track and your mind alert. 

“Please come back. Please come back.”

You weren’t sure how long it had been, but as soon as you heard the front door, you bolted for it on unsteady legs.

He came in quietly, which was completely overshadowed by your crashing into things on your way to get a visual on him. You practically fell through the door that led to the entry hall, where he looked only mildly bewildered and wholly amused.

There were no visual signs of any injury, but light blood splatters dotted across his white shirt, indicating an altercation. Mephisto sat happily on his shoulder, cawing as soon as he laid his mysterious little red eyes on you. The damn bird was never too happy whenever you were around.

Sylus raised an eyebrow at you. “Expecting someone?” 

That asshole.

He dropped off the face of the earth for hours, and had the audacity to greet you with sarcasm. 

Before your brain could warn you about the threat of putting your hands on him, you sprang forward, striking his chest with the palm of your hand. Then again. And again.

It was pathetically weak from your exhaustion, and he didn’t so much as blink as you assaulted his blood-spattered shirt. Mephisto, however, took to fighting back immediately, pecking at your hands and screeching.

Sylus shooed him away quickly, and the mechanical crow reluctantly took his leave. He proceeded to just stand there as his winged companion flew away, entirely unbothered by your outburst.

Your movements were quickly faltering, the already feeble slaps to his torso becoming far and few between. Still, he did not move. Did not speak. He was the most feared man in the N109 Zone, and he was letting you lash out on him.

Your hand finally stopped on the lapel of his coat, gripping it for a second to catch your breath. He waited for you to finally take a step back, your arms crossing over your chest immediately so you could fully close in on yourself. You were certain that your little outburst was going to bring some repercussions.

Unable to fight it, your bottom lip started to tremble. You had been walking around that lounge for so long that you had convinced yourself he was not coming back. That the wrong person had finally found him and gotten the better of him.

And you just know what he would’ve said if you indulged him in that speculation. What a silly little thought, sweetie.

He closed the space between you, your head automatically dropping to avoid his crimson gaze. You couldn’t bear it, the anticipation of what he was going to do. Your ass was likely headed back to Linkon on foot.

Warm fingers curled beneath your chin, lifting your gaze back up to his. He was towering over you, but you strangely didn’t feel intimidated. All you could feel was his warmth, and your wave of emotions crashing into their withering barrier.

His face gave nothing away as he studied you, still holding your trembling chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Are you finished?”

He didn’t ask it sarcastically. He was giving you an opening. If you weren’t, he’d allow you to resume until you got it all out of your system.

But you were done, your arms feeling like jelly to the point that crossing them was taking a big effort from you. You nod, feeling wetness pooling in your eyes. This all felt ridiculous. He didn’t owe you phone calls or explanations, you both barely considered each other friends. 

The surprisingly soft pad of his thumb brushed gently across your shaking lip, his eyes following the movement. “I’m sorry.”

In any other circumstance, those two words would have shocked you enough to make you fall over. But you were a little too far on the delusional side of exhaustion, your body running on the fumes of your panic.

Your eyes flicker away, the wetness tipping over the edge and dripping off of your lashes. He turned your drifting head back to him to lock eyes with you again. He never did like it when you broke his gaze.

“Things got a bit out of hand,” he explained quietly, not needing an explanation for why you were so upset. “You shouldn’t worry.”

“I wasn’t,” you lie, earning an amused chuckle from him.

He brushed his knuckle across your cheek to rid you of your tears. “No? Why else would a kitten get her claws out, then? Did Luke and Kieran forget to feed you?”

You scoffed at his teasing, following his lead back into the ease of your strange companionship. “They’re terrible babysitters,” you say, sniffling away the last of your upset. 

He smirked, moving his hand to cup the back of your neck. He pulled you towards him, embracing you gently with a deep inhale. You almost swore he was smelling your hair, but you shut that thought down. It was far too complicated for such a tired mind to dwell over.

It wasn’t the first time you’ve both embraced, but this instance did feel quite different. It felt comforting, rather than nerve wracking. Nobody embraces a man like Sylus without at least a modicum of fear beneath the surface.

“You could have called,” you whispered. “Or…or at least answered my calls.”

He sighed, the blow of breath tickling your hairline. “There isn’t a good signal where I went tonight,” he explains. “I should have mentioned that. I didn’t want to call once I did have service in case you were sleeping. I apologise.”

An overwhelming warmth filled your chest, different to the one emanating off of his body. You look up at him, lifting a hand to his forehead. He humours you by allowing it, his eyes trained on yours as you felt the cool skin beneath the hair falling over his face.

“Are you coming down with something? You’ve apologised to me twice now,” you say, half serious.

He didn’t laugh or tease, his face slipping back into that easy nonchalant expression. “I assure you, I’m not coming down with anything. I could ask you the same thing, though. Since when did you become a worrier, kitten?”

You didn’t know how to answer that. It was something you yourself had to figure out. Caring for him wasn’t on your bingo cards when you first met. If anything, the very first day you met, you’d have been relieved if he hadn’t returned.

“Don’t get used to it,” you murmur, his smirk returning at your half-assed response.

“I’ll try, but I do get attached,” he whispers, tucking your hair behind your ear. He looks as though he’s contemplating something, and it takes a moment before he speaks again. “I’ll get us some better communication devices. Something you can carry around that I can alert you on.”

A slight sense of guilt washed over you. “No, it’s okay. You don’t need to be concerned about my insecurities, I shouldn’t be keeping tabs on you.”

Sylus shook his head, his mind already made up. He taps a finger against your temple. “My concern about what goes on in there is for me to deal with. If some better technology eases your troubles, then it eases mine too.”

There it was. That side of him that kept you so very intrigued and made you feel a sense of…home? He often used words that didn’t m quite mean the same as his intentions, but you could see it in him.

He cares.

He rubs a firm hand up and down your back before turning you around, lightly pushing you away from the front door.

“It’s about time we got some sleep,” he says, barely above a whisper. 

You let him guide you through the halls, his lips dropping to your ear as he whispered again.

“Feel free to monitor me.”

[amoressb]

𐙚 Hairclips

pairings : emo bf!niki x coquette!reader

synopsis : in which you saw you had some cute hairclips laying around and had the perfect idea to decorate your bfs hair in them

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You were walking around your dorm trying to find something to do. It was around 5 in the afternoon, you had a little snack and brought it to the couch in the living room.

Turning on the tv, it illuminated the small room as well as the two hairclips you left on the table. Suddenly you had an idea. Sprinting to your room, you find yourself looking for more clips and bingo! You found your drawer full of cute hairclips youve bought overtime and some your bf had gifted you.

That’s right. Niki. Your sweet loving bf.

You found it cute how he was basically the complete opposite of you. You loved all cute things and mostly stuffed animals. He on the other hand likes the complete opposite but that didn’t deter you from falling in love with him. Just then you look back at one of your plushies that remind you of him. Your badtz maru plushy. You had won it on a date you’ve recently went on with him and instantly fell in love with it as it reminded you of him. But back to the main thing here..hairclips.

You wanted him to come over quickly and what more of a perfect idea than to say that it was an emergency or that it was urgent that he come over. I mean technically you weren’t wrong..you missed him badly and you wanted to see him. So you grabbed your phone and sent the message to him.

A couple of minutes later, there was urgent knocks to your door and you ran to it knowing it was Niki. “What ha-“ was all Niki could say before he was dragged quickly to your room and sat down on the floor while you grab all the clips and sit on the bed. He was too tall to sit in the chair resulting in you having to be on your tippy toes.

“Can you tell me what-“ again he was silenced when you put your finger towards his lips smiling simply saying shhhh. You started by grabbing a pink bow of course and placed it on the side of his head clipping back his hair. You scooted back a bit and you were already in love with this idea. Immediately grabbing your phone you took a picture for memories of course and the bow was just too cute.

Many clips later, you reached the best clip of them all. Your badtz maru clip. He had been sitting there patiently waiting for you to finish. He realized a while ago that this is what was so ‘urgent’. The whole time he was admiring you and falling in love with your smile more and more as you keep adding more clips to his hair. He had his arms wrapped around your waist so you can be closer to him. He also ended up laying his head or his chin up on your lap as he was starting to slowly fall asleep to your soft touch and the cozy warm feeling he’s feeling being here with you.

Happily putting the special clip in his hair, you grabbed your phone once again to take a picture, letting you see that his eyes are closed which made it all the more cute. This was gonna be your new wallpaper for a lonng time. “I’m done my love” you say softly to him. “So this is what was so urgent huh” he sleepily chuckles. You smile as his sleepiness and softly lift his head up in your hands and melt seeing him lean into your touch. “I’m sorry it took so long” you say feeling bad that he had been stuck here for a while in the same position cuz you had that many clips. He smiled saying he didn’t mind and he was just happy to be with you.

You will say the contrast between him and the clips made it all the more perfect. He was wearing black plaid pajama pants with a black long sleeve so the pop of so much color on him with your hair clips really was perfect.

“The things i let you do to me” he says as he cuddles up to you wrapping his arms around your waist after having to sit longer just to take the clips off. You giggle into his chest and look up at him. You both looked into each others eyes not realizing you both are slowly leaning into each other. He lands a sweet kiss on your lips pulling back shortly after smiling down at you. “Goodnight y/n, i love you” he says kissing your forehead. “Goodnight Niki, i love you too” you say cuddling closer into his chest. You both fall asleep with a smile on your faces.