#I'm making as much art as I can before I burn out again without warning

[demapatto-art]

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[nicoline1998enilocin]

Happy Birthday, Daddy!

PAIRING || Boyfriend!Dad!Young!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Mom!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || 9K

SUMMARY || Saying goodbye to your boyfriend and twins will never be easy, but knowing you're leaving right before Tony's birthday makes it even more difficult. However, he doesn't know that you're going to surprise him on his birthday, and when you show up on his special day, it will become a day he will never forget.

RATING || Explicit (E)

TAGS || Canon divergence. No powers AU. Everyone lives AU. Modern AU. Young!Tony Stark. Dad!Tony Stark. Established relationship. Kid fic.

WARNINGS || Tearful goodbyes. Use of nicknames. Use of Y/N. Reader is described as tattooed. Referenced insecurities. Talk about conceiving, labor, and delivery. Explicit sexual content.

SMUT || Daddy kink. Praise. Marking. Hickies. Hair pulling. Nipple play. Grinding. Fingering. Oral sex (F receiving). Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!). Multiple orgasms. Cream pie. Cockwarming. Aftercare.

A/N || This one-shot is written in honor of the birthday of my greatest love, Tony Stark, and of course, this story has to be part of my favorite little AU. I want to thank @ccbsrmsf1 for everything you do for me, and I could not have written this without your support. Eu te amo 💙

EVENTS Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Maritime May || Body Art Masterlist || @kinky-things-happen || Marking

All graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark Masterlist || AU Masterlist

Usually, being away from your family - your boyfriend Tony and your twins, Hudson and Orion - is acceptable for you. Still, today is different, as this will be the first time you won't be sharing Tony's birthday all together. Instead, you must go for a work trip you can't get out of, and he's now dropping you off at the airport with the twins.

"Are you sure you have to leave soon, Sunshine? I'm not sure I can miss you on my birthday," Tony said with a slight pout. He's holding your hands, squeezing softly as he looks into your eyes. Hudson and Orion are strapped in their stroller as they happily babble away with one another.

"I'm sure, My Love. But I'll be back before you know it," you tell him as you get up on your tiptoes, capturing his lips with yours in a soft, sweet kiss that sets your insides on fire. Instead of pulling away, however, Tony gently grabs your face as he slowly deepens the kiss, leaving you breathless momentarily.

"W-what was that for?" you ask shyly, a burning sensation forming in your flushed cheeks.

"Nothin', I just felt like kissing my girl," he says with a smirk, and you're practically melting on the spot with those words. Before you can say anything, he leans in again. He bumps his nose against yours before kissing you again, his lips melding with yours effortlessly.

"I'm so lucky to have you and our little family," Tony whispers as he pulls away, a slight tremble in his voice as he knows the goodbye is getting closer by the minute.

"Oh no, I'm the lucky one, My Love. I wouldn't be standing here today with our beautiful Munchkins without you. Ti amo amore mio," you tell him, and his eyes widen as he hears the Italian words slip from your tongue.

"Ti amo, mio sole," Tony tells you in a soft voice, feeling overwhelming emotions as he pulls you in for another kiss. He can't stay away from you or your soft lips for too long, needing as much time tasting you as he possibly can.

"Can I say goodbye to your babies now?" you ask jokingly, and Tony agrees with a chuckle. He lets you go, so you bend down to grab Orion first while Tony gets Hudson out of his side of the stroller.

"Mommy is going to miss you so much, Babygirl!" you tell your three-year-old daughter, Orion.

"I miss you too, Mommy," she says in a small voice as she places her head on your shoulder and her chubby arms around your neck. As she melts into your warmth, Hudson also stretches his arms out, needing to be held by you.

"Me too, Mommy! I miss Mommy," he tells you before doing the same as his sister so you can cuddle both simultaneously. While they do this, you must try your hardest not to cry as you fight against the tears threatening to escape.

"I will miss you too, Babyboy. But I promise to call you daily and will return before you know it. Until then, you two get to play with Daddy, Gramps, and Glamma every day!" you try to tell them excitedly, but they pull themselves closer to your body.

"It's okay, Sunshine; you don't have to stay strong all the time," Tony whispers against your forehead as his lips brush against it, tears flowing down his cheeks as you let yours flow, too. Each goodbye is hard, but this one takes an even bigger toll on you and your boyfriend.

"I love all three of you so much, I can't even begin to tell you. But I promise to be back as soon as I can, okay? And I'm sorry I won't be home on your birthday, My Love. I wish there were more I could do," you tell him, though you don't mention that you plan to surprise him on his special day.

"You don't have to say sorry, Sunshine. You have tried everything you could, and we will FaceTime extra long on my birthday, just like we promised," he tells you, and you nod.

All four of you stay like this for as long as you possibly can, but now, it's time for you to leave; otherwise, you will miss the window to board the plane.

While you strap Hudson back into the seat, Tony's holding a sniffling Orion. These goodbyes always hit her the hardest, and even though Hudson doesn't like seeing you leave either, it's nothing compared to the way his sister feels about you going.

"I love you, my beautiful Babyboy," you whisper before kissing his cheek, making him giggle. Then it's Orion's turn to say goodbye and be put into the stroller, which she accepts.

"And I love you too, my beautiful Babygirl," you tell Orion before giving her a big kiss on her cheek, and she smiles through the tears as you pull away.

"And, of course, I can't forget about you, My Love. Because I love you more than anything in this world," you tell him before pulling him into a big hug, and he pulls you close against his body. His hands are fisted into the oversized hoodie you're wearing - his hoodie, to be exact - as he inhales small whiffs of your perfume.

"I love you so much, Sunshine. And I can't wait to have you back in my arms again in two weeks," he tells you in a small voice. After a few last hugs and more kisses, you let go of your boyfriend, ready to head through the check-in and towards your flight.

As you walk to the check-in line, you constantly look back to see all three of them looking and waving at you, and a giant smile appears on your face as they do. You wave back when you can, and once you're all checked in, you turn back one last time.

You raise both arms above your head to wave to all three of them and send them air kisses for as long as you can see them. Hudson and Orion are waving like crazy, and Tony mostly sends kisses through the air between waves until you're out of sight.

Tony feels the lump in his throat tighten as he looks at you as you walk around the corner. He grabs the stroller with his twins to turn around, but before he can do that, you run around the corner to wave one last time, and he waves back with a significant smile.

"Let's go home, Munchkins. Gramps and Glamma will be more than happy to see your sweet faces again," he tells the twins, who immediately get excited at the thought of seeing their grandparents.

Leaving your family behind always sucks, but the reunion is going to be more than worth it, especially when it comes at an unexpected moment for one of you, but you don't get to worry about that for another week. You will have to cross that bridge when you get to it.

You've been busy with work and planning the biggest surprise of Tony's birthday for the last week and a half. You've been constantly texting Howard and Maria to get everything in order, and now you're waiting on the airplane back home.

You get up at around 5 AM to get ready, as you must board the plane at 8:30 AM. This has been quite a challenge, seeing as you're not a morning person in the slightest. Despite this, you have arrived at the airport bright and early and are now sipping on a steaming cup of coffee while waiting.

As you're still trying to wake up, you grab your phone out of your bag and open the messages to look at the cute photo Tony sent you yesterday right after dinner. It's a picture of Hudson and Orion having smeared spaghetti sauce all over their faces and noodles in their hair, as well as the biggest, brightest smiles you've ever seen as they look at one another with pure happiness.

As you save the photo to set as your background, you think about how lucky you are to have two amazing children with the man you have fallen hard and deep for. Tony, Hudson, and Orion complete your world, and you couldn't have wished for a better life after moving to New York.

Before putting your phone away, you send Tony a message wishing him a happy birthday and telling him how much you miss him and your babies. Right after hitting 'send,' you're being called to board the plane. Perfect timing.

MEANWHILE, AT THE STARK HOUSEHOLD

Tony woke up a little earlier than usual. After slipping into his comfortable sweatpants, a simple shirt, and glasses, he was on his way to wake up your son and daughter. While walking to their bedroom, he's already smiling from ear to ear as he can't wait for the love he'll get from them.

"Good morning, Munchkins!" Tony says as he cracks open their door. Much to his surprise, it's not Hudson but Orion who's awake and ready to start the day. She's usually not a morning person, which is a trait she definitely inherited from you.

"Happy birthday, Daddy!" Orion says softly as she holds out her arms, ready for Tony to gather her for a much-needed cuddle this early morning. As he gets comfortable on her bed, Orion settles on his lap, and your boyfriend can't help but notice the resemblance between you and her, making his heart skip a beat.

"Good morning, Babygirl," Tony whispers before smoothing her long, dark hair out of her face and kissing her forehead, making her smile at the itchy feeling of his facial hair. Tony smiles into the kiss, a flurry of butterflies going wild in his stomach.

Tony gets lost in his thoughts momentarily as they're taken over by the love he feels for his amazing children. They have brought more joy and love than he could ever have imagined, and sharing that love with you makes it perfect.

Suddenly, Tony feels the bed shift, and he opens his eyes to see Hudson's bright smile and messy curls as he joins them on the bed. Your boyfriend allows him to get comfortable on his lap alongside his sister.

"Happy birthday, Daddy," Hudson mumbles as he settles, his eyes falling shut as sleep threatens to take over again. With a large smile, Tony places his head against the wall behind him, feeling more fortunate than ever. However, the only thing that would make today even better would be if you were here to complete his day.

"I love you both so much; do you two know that? I'm so lucky to be your Daddy, and today, I feel even luckier because I got to spend my birthday with the two of you," Tony tells them with a large smile.

"We're lucky too, Daddy," Orion says, and Tony brushes her hair out of her face again, looking at the flush on her cheeks. It makes him think of you, as he loves how you look with flushed cheeks after he compliments you.

"Yes, we're lucky because you're our Daddy, and Mommy is our Mommy!" Hudson then tells Tony, who can't help but smile like an idiot at their words before pulling them tight against his body. The three of them stay like this for just a few more minutes until it's time to prepare for breakfast.

"Daddy loves you both very much, but I can tell you two are having some hungry tummies! I can even hear one of them roaring with the need for delicious waffles!" Tony says as he tickles both of them on their sides, making them squeal from laughter.

Both Hudson and Orion quickly wiggle out of Tony's grasp to escape the tickles, and they're ready to get dressed and have their hair done. Orion is wearing a dress with a unicorn - her favorite - while Hudson is wearing a matching set of dinosaur clothes.

"If you two go and ask Glamma to do your hair, I will get ready and make you two some breakfast," Tony says, and with a pat on their butts, he sends them out of the room before doing a quick tidying of their bedroom, and then it's time for him to get dressed and ready for the day.

Tony opts to wear a relatively simple outfit today. The weather promises to be excellent, and he'll most likely be swimming in the pool this afternoon with the twins to cool off. Combined with his glasses and tied-back hair, he looks at himself approvingly in the mirror before breakfast.

However, before he does, he decides to look at his phone, and much to his surprise, there's a message from you. He didn't expect to hear this early from you, but he smiles from ear to ear as his eyes read over the message.

Sunshine ☀️ 💛 >> Good morning, My Love! ❤️ I wish you the happiest birthday today, and I can't believe you're turning 25 without me! I deeply miss you and the Munchkins and look forward to our FaceTime call tonight. I love you so much, and I can't wait to be home again with you all ❤️

Tony can't stop smiling as he reads the message, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he thinks about everything he has planned during your shared FaceTime call tonight. After a short moment, he texts you back with a thank you, how much he misses you, and a thousand I love you's, and then it's officially time to head down for breakfast.

"Happy birthday, Daddy!" Hudson and Orion enthusiastically say as Tony walks into the large dining room. He's greeted by all the decorations Howard and Maria have used to decorate the house and his twins, who are happily bouncing in their places.

"Thank you both so much!" Tony says as he smiles widely and sits on his knees for some more cuddles with the twins. Maria takes plenty of pictures to send you later, which will be the highlight of your day once you land.

After both Hudson and Orion have gotten a big kiss on their chubby, rosy cheeks, Tony goes to Howard for a hug and his birthday congratulations.

"Happy birthday, Son. I'm sorry Y/N can't be here today with us, but I'm sure she'll be thinking of you from the other coast," Howard says as he pulls Tony close, and Tony nods and sighs softly. This is his first birthday without you, and it feels like a piece of his soul is missing while you're gone.

"Thank you, Dad. I appreciate it," Tony says before pulling away. Then it's Maria's turn. She has to stand on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around her son's neck, but she doesn't mind.

"Buon compleanno, bambino," Maria whispers in Tony's ear, and he smiles widely at the words. Each year, his Mom wishes him a happy birthday in Italian, making him warm and fuzzy. They share something unique and something he looks forward to every year.

"Grazie mamma. Ti amo," Tony whispers, and Maria hugs him tighter at his words. She's the first one to let go, but before Tony can go too far, she grabs his cheeks and kisses his forehead, and Tony smiles at the touch.

"Although Y/N isn't here today, she still wanted you to have something special to wish you a happy birthday," Maria says. She turns her son around to find Hudson and Orion holding a card and a small present.

"It's for you, Daddy! From Mommy," Hudson says as he gives Tony the card, and Tony can feel a lump forming in his throat.

"Thank you, Baby Boy," he whispers as he takes it and carefully opens the envelope. Inside is a card with photos of you and him throughout your relationship and a few with the twins. He opens it to find a beautifully handwritten note from you.

My Love,

Even though I cannot be with you today, I want you to know I think about you every second. I hope you will make today a day never to forget, as you only turn 25 once, and I am happy to celebrate you when I'm back in New York.

Thank you for everything you have done for me over the last couple of years, as I know I wouldn't be where I am today without your support and love. Seeing you go from a sweet, shy boy to the most loving, fantastic father anyone could wish for has filled my heart with endless joy, and I cannot wait to see where the rest of our lives will take us.

I want you to know that I love you with all my heart and soul, and I can't imagine living without you. With all my heart, I love you, Tony. I can't wait to see you again.

Love you forever and always,

Your Sunshine ☀️

As Tony reads the card, he can feel the tears burning in the corners of his eyes as he smiles widely. A sniffle escapes before he can help himself, and he wipes away the tears slowly trickling down his cheeks.

"No being sad, Daddy," Orion said softly, and he shook his head.

"Sometimes it's okay to be sad, Babygirl. I really miss Mommy today, which makes me sad. But there's nothing wrong with being sad and crying. We can't always be strong, even when it's our birthday," Tony says, and she nods.

"We miss Mommy too," Orion says before hugging Tony again, and Hudson joins in on the hug before confirming his sister's words. Tony sighed deeply as he took in the moment, allowing them to pull away when needed.

"I love you too so much, and I'll be sure to FaceTime Mommy tonight with the two of you, okay?" he asks, and they happily agree, the sadness already forgotten.

"Here, Daddy," Orion then said, and she gave him a small package wrapped in beautiful paper with hearts on it. As he unwrapped it, he found a lovely family photo taken last Christmas, in which the entire family was wearing matching Christmas pajamas. In front are Tony and you, together with the twins, and Howard, Maria, and Virginia are behind the four of you, completing the photo.

He's smiling from ear to ear as he looks at the photo, but he can't take his eyes off you. Your bright smile and beautiful eyes have him falling in love all over again, and his heart beats faster as his eyes roam over your visible tattoos.

"My beautiful Sunshine," Tony whispers as he looks at you for a few more short moments, and then it's officially time for breakfast. Maria has prepared a large stack of waffles with many toppings, and the twins get to indulge in something sweeter today because it's a special day.

After cutting up the waffles for Hudson and Orion and putting them on their plates, Tony asks his Mom, "What's on your mind, Mamma?"

“Not much, il mio bellissimo figlio. I've just been thinking about how fast you're growing up," she says with a small smile, thoughts of the day he was born flooding back. The happiness they felt when they found out they were expecting a baby, and how amazing it was to hold Tony in their arms for the first time.

"You're turning 25 today but will always be my beautiful baby. I was thinking about the day you were born and how happy your Papà and I were when we held you for the first time. How loved I felt in that moment when you grabbed my finger," she says as tears form in the corner of her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips. Howard nods as he listens intently to his wife, love clearly visible on his face.

Tony can't help but tear up, too, as he felt the same way when he saw his beautiful twins for the first time. Holding them for the first time has been a highlight of his life, and he will cherish it forever.

"And now, you have your amazing children with the most loving and sweet girl to grace the face of the earth. Every day, I thank my lucky stars for how your life turned out," she says, and Tony is utterly speechless at her words.

"Seeing you grow up and become the man you are today is such a blessing for us, Tony, and I am proud of you. There's not a day that goes by in which I'm not proud to be your father and to see you take care of your Munchkins the way you do, even without Y/N by your side, shows us how devoted you are, and it truly warms our hearts. You give them everything we gave you and more, and to see that makes us the happiest, proudest parents," Howard adds.

Instead of saying anything, he gets up and walks over to their side of the table to hug them both. Howard first, and Tony cannot thank him enough for everything.

"I love you, Dad," Tony says, and Howard smiles at him before saying his I love you to his son. Then, it's time for Maria to get a hug, and she can't help but burst into tears when she holds her son. Like Howard, Tony also lets out a few tears of his escape.

"Ti amo, Mamma," Tony says after Maria pulls away. When she's calm, he bends down to kiss her cheek, which makes her beam up at her son. He might be quite a bit taller than her, but that doesn't matter. He will always be her little boy, and her love for him is indescribable.

"Ti amo, Anthony," she whispers as she softly caresses his cheek, and then it's time for breakfast. Hudson and Orion have been happily munching on the waffles Tony cut up for them, and they're enjoying every second of the special breakfast today.

After breakfast, Tony spends most of his time playing with the twins and talking to his parents until it's time for lunch outside and swimming after. While Tony is in the shallow end of the pool - Hudson and Orion both in their pool floaties - and Maria is dangling her feet in the water, Howard is on his way to pick you up from the airport, though Tony doesn't know that. Yet.

The moment you pick your suitcase off the large luggage belt, you let out a sigh of relief. Your flight was delayed for over an hour, meaning you're home later than you would have wanted, but those thoughts immediately melt away when you think about the fact that you'll see your boyfriend and babies again soon.

Once everything is accounted for, you walk towards the doors leading to the large arrivals hall, where family, friends, and acquaintances are waiting for people to get off the plane - and where Howard is waiting to pick you up.

As soon as the doors slide open, you search for your father-in-law, and you don't have to search long before you see his bright smile, which makes you smile in return. With a bit of a jog, you approach him before he pulls you in a tight hug.

"Welcome home, Y/N," Howard says as you melt into his arms. From the moment you met him, he has treated you like his daughter and stepped in where your father has been absent from your life. He's the father you've always longed to have.

Once you let him go, ask, "Hi, Howard. How's everyone doing back home?" He immediately puts on a mischievous smile.

"He doesn't suspect a thing, but keeping it a secret has been difficult. I had to tell them I "forgot" something at the store to go and pick you up just now," he says, making you laugh.

"I'm glad to be home again and to see everyone, too. I'm sure his reaction will be priceless," you tell Howard, who nods in response.

Before you know it, you're seated in his truck on the way to their house, and with every mile you're getting closer, you're also getting a bit nervous about his reaction. You don't want to keep secrets from him and ultimately know it's for the best, but that doesn't make it any less difficult.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Howard says after you've been zoned out for a while.

"Hm? Sorry- I just zoned out," you tell him apologetically, and he gives a reassuring smile in return.

"Been thinking about Tony's reaction; maybe he won't like me showing up out of nowhere after telling him countless times I won't be here today," you say softly, and Howard listens for a moment.

"And what gives you that feeling?" he asks, and it's your turn to let his words sink in with you.

"I-I'm not sure; he has never given me that feeling, but I guess it could be past experiences..." you tell your father-in-law as your voice trails off near the end.

"Well, I can assure you that Tony will be thrilled to see you today. When reading your card this morning, he cried and told Orion it was okay to cry, of course. He misses you so much, and he can't wait to have you in his arms again," Howard says, and your heart simultaneously seems to go faster and skip a beat at his words.

"Really?" you ask, and Howard nods.

"Really. He loves you so much, Y/N, and he's very lucky to be with you if you ask me. And Hudson and Orion are fortunate to have you both as their parents, as they couldn't have possibly had a more loving set of parents than the two of you."

You swallow the lump in your throat before speaking again. "Thank you, Howard, that means the world," you whisper, and the rest of the trip home is spent with light conversation between you two.

The moment Howard pulls up into the driveway of their house, your heart starts beating faster, and the butterflies in your stomach go wild as the seconds seem to turn into hours.

"Ready?" Howard asks, and you nod.

Tony is seated on a large blanket in the grass, underneath a large beach umbrella, with Hudson and Orion while Maria sets up the dinner for everyone. This arrangement is perfect; she can set an extra plate just for you.

Howard walks into the house before you, and you quickly slip into the bathroom to freshen up. While you're doing that, Howard says he got what was missing and that dinner can finally be finished, so he, Tony, Hudson, and Orion get ready to sit at the dinner table. Your boyfriend is facing the door, which you will walk through in a few short moments. Once Maria gives you the all-clear on your phone, you take a few more deep breaths and walk through the house, straightening your dress as you walk towards the large garden.

"We have one more surprise for you today, Angioletto," Maria says, looking at her son with an adorationful look, and Tony can't help but smile. The bond they share is near and dear to his heart, and hearing his Mom call him Angioletto, the nickname she gave him as a baby, has his heart bursting with love.

However, before Tony can respond to his Mom, he hears footsteps coming from inside the house, and his attention is pulled to it. For a few short seconds, it doesn't register to him what's happening, as you suddenly appear in the opening of the door, but once his brain has finally caught up to him, he shoots out of the chair he was sitting in, making it fall backward and onto the tiles of the terrace.

"Sunshine!" is all Tony can say before capturing you in a bone-crushing hug, your fists holding tightly onto his shirt as you smell your boyfriend's warm, musky cologne, his strong arms enveloping you as tears start trickling down your face, and he can't help but cry a little as well as he's holding you.

Tony is the first to let go, but instead of saying anything, he softly grabs your face as his thumbs wipe away the tears on your cheeks, and you can't help but smile up at him. A small smile brightens up his features, too, and he finally leans in to kiss you. His soft lips are kissing yours gently, and the kiss is very unrushed, making every nerve ending in your body feel like it's on fire as you squeeze his biceps.

"I can't believe you're here right now, my beautiful Sunshine! I thought you wouldn't be here today, but there's not a single present better than having my sweet girl with me," Tony whispers, making your cheeks heat up at his words. You bite your bottom lip as you smile up at your boyfriend.

"I'm here, My Love; I'm here on your special day," you whisper before standing on your tiptoes and kissing him again, your eyes slipping shut when you feel the softness of his lips against yours again. This time, however, he deepens it by letting his tongue glide over the seam of your lips, and you part them happily to feel his tongue against yours. You will never get enough of kissing him, and you've never been happier to have fallen in love with the man making you feel nothing but loved every day.

When the need to breathe finally becomes greater than the need to kiss one another, you pull away as you smile at your boyfriend. "I love you so much, My Love. Happy birthday." He mouths a 'thank you' before placing a few more pecks on your lips and grabbing your hand to go and say hi to your babies.

"Mommy!" they say in unison as they run over to you, and you crouch down to catch them in the middle of an enormous hug. They both wrap their arms around your neck, pulling you as close as possible in their hugs. Feeling the love of your twins is something you cannot put into words, as it's so unique and rooted deep inside all of you, but it's the best kind of love possible.

"I missed you both so much, you know that?" you tell them as you look at them, and they nod, making you and Tony laugh out loud. Their rosy cheeks beautifully frame their bright smiles, and you place a big kiss on them, making them giggle. Hudson turns a little bit shy, his cheeks turning an even brighter shade of red.

"I like big Mommy kisses," he says softly as he blushes, and you smile even wider at his admission.

"And I like giving them to you, Babyboy. I like them so much that you will get them for the rest of your life!" you tell him, making him feel even happier as he bounces on his feet.

Tony then crouches down next to you and pulls all three of you into a much-needed hug. When he finally lets go, it's time for dinner, and instead of being seated on your chair, Tony pulls you into his lap.

"Today I'm the birthday boy, so you're sitting with me for dinner, Sunshine. Now that you're home, I want you as close to me as possible," he says as he tucks some hair behind your ear, and you nod in agreement. You lean in for a soft peck, and Tony knows he will never get enough of these moments of having you close to him as he kisses you.

Once dessert rolls around, it's time for you to give Tony his official birthday present, and you have come up with something extraordinary over the last few weeks. Maria happily grabbed it for you so you didn't have to get up, and now it's time to see his reaction.

"I bought you something special for your birthday, My Love. Something very near and dear to my heart, and this way, you can always carry it close to yours as well. I love you," you tell him as you hand him a small box wrapped in red paper with a gold bow around it, and he can't stop smiling at you.

"Thank you, my sweet, beautiful Sunshine, and I want you to know that I love you more than I could ever explain," he says before kissing the back of your hand, followed by your lips. Then he moves to open the present. As he opens the box, he finds a square silver pendant on a silver chain with your name, followed by the names of your children on it, and there's room to add even more when you have more children.

"Oh my- it's- wow," Tony stammers out as he picks it up and turns it over to read the text you had engraved on the back. 'Our Daddy, Forever'. At first, he smiles at the words he's reading, but then the realization sinks in about the double meaning of it. A deep red blush spreads over his cheeks as he quickly turns it back over and meets your proud gaze.

You lean forward before whispering three simple words in his ear: "Happy birthday, Daddy."

After dinner, Howard and Maria cared for the twins and their bedtime, meaning you and Tony could have some much-needed time for yourselves. What was supposed to be a long, spicy FaceTime call has turned into a slow, sweet make-out session on your boyfriend's lap. He's now shirtless and proudly wearing the present you bought him.

Your fingers glide from his hair down his neck and to the pendant hanging from his neck, where your name and those of Hudson and Orion are proudly displayed, and there's room to add more in the future. Your thumb glides over the smooth surface as a small smile lies on your lips. "What do you think, My Love, of adding more names to your necklace?" you ask softly.

"I'd love nothing more than to add more names to it, Sunshine. Because how could I not want more babies after seeing how amazing our beautiful twins are?" Tony says as he leans in and bumps his nose against yours, making you chuckle at the gesture.

"Yeah? You want to have more babies together?" you ask, still unsure despite him telling you precisely that.

"I do, Sunshine. I'd get a whole football team's worth of babies with you if that's what you desire," he tells you as his deep, dark brown eyes stare into yours, his fingers gliding over the body art adorning your soft skin.

"I just- I never knew how to bring it up after the birth of the twins. I know how difficult it has been for you during and after the delivery, and I wasn't sure you wanted to go through it again," he admits in a voice laced with insecurity and worry.

"I know it wasn't easy, but I would do it all over again in a heartbeat and without a second thought, My Love. Seeing the joy on your face when you met our twins for the first time is one I will never forget, and I will do anything to see it again," you tell him reassuringly, and he smiles at your words.

"However-" you continue, his interest piqued. "I would like to wait a few more years so we can work on our careers and future together. If I happen to get pregnant again unexpectedly, I will be delighted, but let's wait a few years, My Love," you tell him, and he nods.

"Whatever you wish, my beautiful Sunshine. But all this talk about babies makes me want to make one with you now," he says as he wiggles his hips slightly, and you can feel how hard he is underneath you. A soft moan escapes your lips as he does, and he smirks at you as he knows how good he's making you feel right now.

Tony slips his large hands underneath the hem of your dress, pulling it over your head to leave you in nothing but your panties on top of him, and your nipples instantly pebble at the cold breeze going through the room. His gaze wanders over your beautiful body and the art adorning it, his fingers gliding over the beautiful tattoo on your thigh that bears his name and those of your two children.

"Look at you, Sunshine, so beautiful for me," he whispers before taking one of your nipples into his mouth and letting his tongue glide over it, sucking softly as moans escape your lips. While Tony takes his sweet time with your breasts, your hands slip into his long locks, and you pull the hair tie out of them to be able to properly roam your hands through the thick, soft, and dark strands, your hips rutting forward involuntarily as the pleasure builds inside you.

"D-Daddy," you suddenly gasp when the friction of your soaked panties and his shorts give you just the right amount of friction to stimulate your sensitive clit. Without thinking, you pull on his hair, and he groans against your soft flesh, carefully biting down on your nipples as you do. This little chain reaction builds your high quickly, the familiar feeling inside you quickly approaching.

"That's it, Sunshine, make yourself cum on your Daddy's lap," he growls against your soft breasts, his hands digging into the flesh on your hips to guide you over his thick, clothed cock until you're falling apart. Your head falls back as you pull on his hair, your legs trembling as you're cumming on his lap, moans now uncontrollable as they mix with Tony's loud groans.

Once you've ridden out your high, Tony trails a line of kisses to your neck, where he also leaves a few light purple marks, marking you as his. Your grip on his hair hasn't loosened much, and he only leans into the sensation as you pull him back by the strands.

"So perfect for me, Sunshine. My sweet girl," he whispers as his gaze roams over your body once more, his thumbs flicking your sensitive nipples to earn a soft whimper. You preen under his gaze, and warmth spreads over your cheeks as he lovingly looks at you. His hands glide down to your belly as he lets them rest there, thinking back to the conversation you two just had about having more babies in your future.

"A penny for your thoughts, Sunshine?" Tony asks once he meets your gaze, and you smile before telling him what's on your mind.

"I can't stop thinking about having another baby with you," you tell him as the warmth in your cheeks intensifies, and it feels good to admit it out loud finally. Even though you realistically know you want to wait a little longer, the thought is something you can't get out of your mind.

"Neither can I, my beautiful girl. Seeing how beautiful you were when you were pregnant with our miracles, the way your breasts swelled to the perfect size when they were filled with milk, fuck. And the glow you wore throughout it all? I want it all with you, Sunshine, but only once you're ready. That's the one thing I care about most: you being ready to have another baby," he admits, and you lean in to put your head on his shoulder, his hands gliding to your butt where he rests them.

"I love you so much, Tony," you say as you kiss the side of his neck softly, and his eyes slip shut at the feeling. You two share soft kisses, sweet words, reassuring touches, and loving glances. Nothing feels rushed, and there's nothing to worry about for now. It's just you, your boyfriend, and the entire night ahead of you.

"Sunshine," he says softly, and you lift your gaze to meet his deep, dark brown eyes. The same ones you've gotten lost in time and time again, and the same ones you're falling in love with all over again as Orion shares the same beautiful eyes as him, while he gets to fall in love with yours all over again when he looks at Hudson. They're the perfect combination of you both.

"I want to make love to you," he whispers, and you smile at his words before nodding. You climb off his lap, and as soon as you do, he already misses you on top of him. You get comfortable on the bed as your head lies on the pillows, and Tony makes quick work of his shorts and underwear until he's completely bare and standing at the foot of the bed.

Now, it's your turn to let your gaze wander over his body. Every little ridge and muscle is on display, and the length of his hair frames his face, which makes him look extremely handsome in combination with his facial hair. Once your eyes reach his long, thick cock you gasp softly before biting on your bottom lip and clenching your thighs together, earning you a disapproving hum from your boyfriend.

"Oh no, Sunshine, don't you dare hide that beautiful, sweet, drenched pussy from your Daddy," he says with a growl, and you instantly spread your legs to reveal your wholly ruined panties. He sits down on the bed before crawling over to you, and this time, he hums approvingly as he places a few kisses on your inner thighs, teasing you with the feeling of his facial hair against the sensitive skin.

"Hmm, you're so responsive for me today, sweet mama," Tony purrs at you, and your cheeks heat up at the praise he's giving you. Your eyes slip shut when you feel the warmth of his breath over your soaked panties, and he sucks the lacey fabric into his mouth to get the perfect taste of you. The groan he lets out crawls up your spine as you grab the sheets to hold onto, your back arching into his mouth.

"You taste fucking amazing, Sunshine; I've missed tasting you and your sweet, delicious pussy so much when you were away," he says as he finally slides the panties down your legs and retakes his place between your thighs. This time, he interlaces one of his hands with yours while the other wraps around your soft thigh, and your free hand buries into your boyfriend's hair.

Without a second thought, he dives back into your dripping core, and you moan as he takes his time eating you out, alternating between suckling on your clit and diving his tongue as deep into your entrance as he possibly can. He's an expert in building up your high, and once again, the feeling you've come to know and love over the years is rapidly building.

"T-Tony, 'm close-" you whine, and he grins against your pussy as he notices you're already going sweet on him. Instead of calling him Daddy, you're already calling him Tony, which you usually do once you're getting to the point of being thoroughly fucked out after a long night together, and this one has only started.

"C'mon Sunshine, cum on Daddy's fingers like a good little slut," he encourages you as he works two fingers into you, opening you up for his cock later while his tongue expertly plays with your sensitive clit. Before you know it, you're squirming under your boyfriend's touch as you're moaning loudly, and your orgasm is one of the strongest you've felt in a long time.

He works you through it with a careful touch, ensuring you're not dropping from your high. The entire time, he's giving you endless praise and peppering your thighs and mound royally with kisses until you're finally ready for the next step. He's taken his sweet time working you open, and when he crawls over your body, you can already feel your senses being on high alert.

You're still lying on your back, the mattress feeling extra soft under you as you slip into the comfortable headspace you enjoy getting lost in during these moments. Tony's achingly hard cock is already leaking pre-cum as it rests on the crease of your thigh, his hands interlaced with yours above your head as your tongues explore each other slowly, getting lost in each other's tastes.

Eventually, he lets his kisses trail over your cheek and down to your jaw, where he sucks a few deep purple marks before finally letting go of one of your hands, instead caressing the side of your neck as he looks up at you.

"Are you ready for me, Hot Mama?" Tony asks, and you immediately perk up at the nickname, though a bright red flush appears simultaneously. He smiles as he sees the beautiful pink tint on your cheeks, and in his eyes, you're only getting more adorable by the second. He kisses the tip of your nose, and you smile up at him as you nod.

Tony takes his time lining up with your entrance as he coats his tip with your juices by letting it glide back and forth a few times, making you gasp each time he teases your sensitive clit. However, the moment he pushes into your warm, tight pussy, he can barely contain himself as he buries his face in your neck to keep his composure.

"Fuck, you take me so well, Sunshine; it feels like coming home every single time," he whispers before kissing the corner of your mouth, instantly leaving you wanting more as you follow his lips when he pulls away. This time, he captures your lips in a soft kiss as he bottoms out, effectively swallowing your moan in the process.

"Daddy," you gasp out when you feel how full you are, every inch of Tony's long cock filling you to the brim with perfection. The veins adorning it give you just the right amount of pleasure, and his length hits your sweet spot just right. Everything about your boyfriend is perfect, and how he manages to make you feel so vulnerable yet powerful right at the same time is the sort of power you're glad he has over you.

Tony sets a slow, comfortable pace that has your eyes rolling back into your head as he repeatedly hits your sweet spot and smirks proudly as he looks at you. Your hands glide from his neck to his back as your nails dig into the flesh, earning you soft groans as his pace falters for a moment. He quickly picks himself back up as he rolls his hips at a pace that has you clenching around him.

"So full- 's so big," you mutter as Tony groans softly, your hands gliding in his hair this time.

"Yeah? You love being stretched by my thick, long cock, don't you? To be filled by Daddy's cock every single chance you get like a little cockhungry slut," he says in a teasing tone, but it only serves to heighten your pleasure.

"Y-yes! I Love Daddy's cock so much! Wan' it in me all the time," you respond, and it's a miracle you're even making sense right now with the way he's working his hips. Somewhere along the way, he picked up his pace just enough to have you bouncing up and down, and his gaze is locked on the sway of your breasts, as he can't get enough of them.

"God, I'm so happy you want more babies, Sunshine- Once your breasts are full of milk, I'm gonna drink from them every day and fuck this sweet, tight pussy when I do it. Fucking you so full of my cum every single day until you're round with my baby again, and after, I'll fuck you every single day to keep you stuffed with my cum, fuckin'- Jesus, you're tight!" he exclaims as you clench around his cock, on the edge of your third orgasm.

"T-TONY-" you exclaim as you yank on his hair, and he moans loudly when he cums without any warning, his cum spilling deep inside you as your orgasm crashes through your body like a flood, your vision going white for a moment as it does. Tony keeps himself up for as long as he can, but once you're both through your highs, he lets himself roll onto his side while pulling you with him, still buried inside you.

Tony's arms are wrapped around you as you're still trembling on top of him, the aftershocks of your orgasm still working its way through your body. His large hands run over your back in soothing patterns as your face is buried in his neck.

"I missed you so much, Sunshine, but I'm delighted you showed up on my birthday. I couldn't have wished for a better present," he tells you, and you smile at his words.

"Missed you too, amore mio," you whisper before lifting your head and meeting Tony's gaze. He tucks a few pieces of hair behind your ear as he smiles at you, making you fall in love with him even more. At this moment, you know you made the right choice by giving him a chance to get to know you, and it is the best decision you've ever made.

"I'm so lucky to know you, My Love. At first, I did think you were a bit odd, but I'm glad I stayed for the long run. If I didn't, I wouldn't have gotten to know the man you are deep inside, and I wouldn't have seen you turn into the loving father you are. And most of all, I wouldn't have had a chance to get to know my soulmate. Because that's truly what you are, Tony. I truly believe we were meant to be, and the universe brought us together in quite an unlikely way," you say with a smile, and he nods. If it weren't for you forgetting your wallet the first time you met, you two most likely wouldn't have looked at each other twice.

But here you are, wrapped in the comfort of each other's arms as he's still buried deep inside you after making love. You're glad to have given him a chance, as it means you met the man you will marry one day and grow old with. The one you will raise your children and grandchildren with, and you can't wait for that day to be here.

"Sometimes I still can't believe how lucky I am to have found my soulmate so early in life-," Tony tells you, and he leans up to nudge his nose against yours. "- to have found the woman I will love for the rest of my life and have two beautiful babies with her to top it all off."

You smile at your boyfriend before kissing his nose softly, making him smile in return.

"Shall we take a shower before bed? That way, we can relax even more before we go to sleep," he offers, and you nod. Tony carefully pulls out before massaging your hips and thighs, and you get onto the bed, allowing him to go and get the shower ready.

"Ready, my sweet Sunshine?" he asks, and you nod before getting up with his help, and he guides you to the bathroom. The water is already warm when you step into it, and the warmth immediately soothes your sore muscles. Tony gets in behind you, and his hands instantly touch you, making you smile again.

"Shall I wash your hair?" he asks, and you will never refuse him doing that for you. The sweet scent of the new strawberry-scented shampoo you got fills your senses as your boyfriend works his magic with his long, skilled fingers, relaxing you until you're moaning softly at the feeling of his massage.

He takes his time rinsing out the shampoo before putting it in conditioner to soften your locks. Once that's working its magic on your hair, Tony takes his time to get himself clean, too, while you're keeping an eye on everything he's doing.

"You forgot a spot," you tell him with a soft giggle, and Tony raises his brow in amusement. "Right here!" you say as you poke him in his side, where he is most ticklish. He laughs as he swats your hand away playfully before grabbing your face gently and pressing his lips against yours, your body melting into his touch. As you open your eyes, you look into Tony's brown eyes, and your heart flutters.

"I love you so fucking much, Sunshine. I can't even begin to describe how much, but I would say that to the moon and back is a pretty good start. Thank you for coming home on my birthday, as it wouldn't have been half as fun without you here," he tells you, sealing his words with a kiss.

"I love you too, Tony, and I wouldn't have missed it for the world. Your birthday deserves to be celebrated, and it wouldn't be the same without you by my side," you tell him before standing on your tiptoes and kissing him again. After a few more sweet words, he rinses out the conditioner in your hair and turns off the shower, ready to dry off and crawl into bed together.

Once completely dry, Tony guides you to the bed, where he instructs you to lie on your stomach. You do it without a second thought before being treated to Tony's nice, relaxing massage, and you've rarely felt happier. As his hands relax you, you realize that everything has fallen into place over the last few years and has come together beautifully, the way it was always meant to from the moment you met.

[junedenim]

dance in my underpants

the consequences of destroying bras

warnings: smut, age gap, fucking & stuff

word count: 2.7k

It was a trip to the mall. Two people who are having fun. The guidelines of your relationship haven't been outlined yet. Neither of you have raised any complaints about it. I mean, how could you complain when he looks like that and he fucks like that. 

You had fucked in a bed finally. Like a proper fucking. A couple of times now actually. Usually at his place because it was gargantuan in size and he had no one living with him in that villa. You fucked at your place once, last night, when your roommate was away for the weekend. During foreplay before the aforementioned fucking, he ripped your bra. Now you're at the mall after a promise to replace it that you are making sure he upholds. 

"I don't know why you need a bra," Alex says. "You look much better without one. You don't even need a shirt." He's got his arm wound around your waist. Your body touches his side and you walk in sync without even noticing.

"You'd like for me to walk around topless all the time?" You question. The mall is mostly bare. It's a Wednesday before noon. Something Alex is deeply annoyed by but you've got plans later today and you don't need this guy ghosting you over a bra, especially when you've seen what his house looks like. You can milk this sucker for the prettiest, priciest bra imaginable.

"I think society would like you walking around topless all the time. You'd get the key to the city or something." He's dressed differently today. Most of the time he's got that suit jacket on that looks like he just came from investing in the stock market or fucking your mom. Now, he's got a leather jacket on that makes it look threatening and burns holes through you, especially when his hard exterior dissolves into a chuckle.

"I think I'd be put on a sex offender list if I did that." He laughs at that and tightens his grip on your waist. You like how hard he presses into your skin. Fingernails indents found on your thighs. He isn't only in this practice. A fair share of clawing at his back has been demonstrated.

"Isn't that like your First Amendment right to do that? It would be freedom of expression. Your boobs are like a special art form or something. Like the Venus de Milo or something." He's cute with his sunglasses, his admiring gaze peeking through, that smirk that threatens his lips, that chain that hangs from his neck.

Inside the store, his eyes dash around the room with wonder like he is a kid in a candy store. You let out a huff of laughter. "You look like you're about to make love to the bras. You sure you want me walking around topless?"

He leans and whispers close to your ear, "No, I'll just rip every single one off of you."

You snap around and look him in the eye. "You will not be ripping any more bras of mine."

He nods with a tight smirk. "Yeah. And who is buying the bra again?"

"You're replacing what you broke."

"In that case, I'll buy you as many as you want as long as I can tear them off you." You giggle to distract yourself from the heat that rises from your core and floods through your whole body. You walk over to the push-up bra section. 

Alex comes behind you holding up a red lace balconette bra. "Already found you a winner." He is talking in a hushed tone because he knows exactly what it does to you. Rings of fire flush your cheeks. He reaches around you and picks up another one, a black push-up number. "Ooh, this one too."

You accept the bra with a laugh. "What is this? Project Runway?"

He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. "Does that mean I get a fashion show?"

You slap the bra in your hand on his chest playfully and turn away from him, the uncontrollable smile spreading on your face. You search through the store more. Alex, of course, has more suggestions and, well, if he's going to pay for it, who are you to deny trying them on?

When you head to the fitting rooms, Alex tells the employee working the section, "I'm gonna help her out."

Past the employee, you turn back to him with an accusing smile and an agape mouth. "You wanna fuck me in the changing room."

He pulls a shocked face as if it could be the most unaccepted thing ever. "You and your dirty mind. Shush."

You enter the fitting room with him following behind as he locks the door and rubs your hands over the fabric of the bras in your hand. It simulates a feeling in you. That one that's becoming familiar with him rubbing his hands all over you. Over your body. Over your breasts. Over your nipples. Your eyes stare at him, specifically his ass in those pants.

"You gonna make me?" You tease. He turns around to look at you. Quickly taking his sunglasses off, he looks at you smug. 

Alex is strange. An anomaly. He eyes you up and down, smirking the whole way, and then he sits on the little chair in the corner of the small room, crossing his legs. He could be Vito Corleone right now if he had a cat on his lap. A really hot young Vito Corleone, a young Marlon Brando. Or something or other, you're too horny-drunk to think of proper figures. He rubs his chin and says, "Maybe. Try on the black one first."

"Turn around," you joke.

His eyes widen and he lets a chuckle. "You know I've seen you naked before. Like fully nude, right?"

You nodded assuredly. "Oh, yeah, I know, but I'm afraid you'd get too turned on and cream your pants."

Alex gives a half-ass laugh because, yeah, you've turned him into a completely horny pervert that he is definitely going to cream in this fitting room but he's hoping it will be in you and not his trousers. "Shut up."

It's your turn to look smug. A flirty look with batting of your eyelashes is the quickest way to get him turned on. You undo the bra you were wearing and answer his request for the black bra first. It's cute, but not quite your style. However, it's definitely Alex's as he is practically drooling over himself. "I don't like it," you announce, reaching back to undo it.

"I fucking love it. Don't take it off yet."

You indulge him, standing there in your panties and bra. There wasn't much need to take off your pants but it will definitely quicken the process when he does fuck you. You furrow your brows and taunt him, "Weren't you supposed to be a cool older guy? You're more horny than my high school boyfriend."

"I fuck you better than your high school boyfriend." There's the smug bastard.

You huff and undo the bra. "You'd have the be a corpse to fuck worse than my high school boyfriend." 

"When was that? Last year?" 

"And you went to school when log cabins were a thing, right?"

He scoffs, "Funny." You both do that a lot. Tease the other about their age. The age gap isn't much of an issue because you're two adults and you're just fucking. Literally all the time fucking.

You slip on the red one, mainly because he picked it and you want to quicken the process and just have him fuck you already. Fingering, blowjob, penetration, you don't care, you just want him to get to it already. 

"I like this one." You fiddle with the straps. You're a temptress, snapping one strap back on your skin and letting the other one hang off your shoulder.

"I like this one too." He is, of course, staring at your boobs and not at you.

You hum. Staring into the mirror, you ask, "Are you sure it's not too sexy?" You're just waiting for his next move, trying everything to entice him. You look at him through his reflection in the mirror.

"I don't think too sexy is a thing." He is still sitting in that chair.

You sigh loudly, poking at the cups. "Then maybe it's not sexy enough."

"Not sexy enough is definitely not a thing."

You turn around. He's leaned back in the chair, showing no sign of movement. You're desperate and he is too, even if he isn't showing it now. "Prove it?" You request.

He wags his finger accusingly. "See, I knew you wanted to fuck in the fitting room."

You hold your hands up as acting defense."Whoops. You caught me. But you can't be looking arrogant in that leather jacket and not expect me to want to fuck you."

He's pleased by this, his grin growing into a shit-eating one. "Well," he stands up, "you are very hot in that bra. I just might have to."

You laugh. "Don't make it so procedural. Just get over here—"

With the go-ahead, he is pretty quick to interrupt with a hard kiss on the lips. "I'm worried you won't be able to be quiet though," he baits.

You rub your nose up against him, both breathing the same hot air. "I do have enough control over myself, unlike some other people."

"Shall we put it to a test?" No response is needed. He has his mouth on you in an instant. Like him admiring you in a bra but wanting you desperately naked, you push his leather jacket off in an instant. It splashes on the floor into a pile of black sludge. His boot kicks it back out of the way around where your clothes lie.

Hungry kisses on your neck and down to your chest. He devours every bit of your skin. Your belly, your thighs; his lips, his teeth. Every part of you is drawn to him, every inch waiting for his touch. When his fingers brush near the lacy edge of your underwear, you find yourself growing antsy, aching to be touched right there. To be touched by him and he's so close with one hand squeezing your ass and the other skimming your hemline but he just won't.

Suddenly he turns you around and the kissing doesn't stop there. Soft kisses over your ears, rough ones on your neck. You're helpless, unable to take control like you desperately want to—or pretend like you do. The feel of his weight on you and his hard-on pressed against your ass. Your breath comes in short bursts as he pushes you up against the wall. He's grinding against you and you're grinding against the wall, looking for some release.

Alex unhooks your bra and slips his hands under you. They're not cold, but you still shiver at the touch. The roughness of his grasp and the featherlike flick of his thumbs against your nipples. He murmurs into your ear, "Much better without the bra."

The throbbing between your thighs grows stronger as he pushes you against the wall, positioning himself at your knees. He slides your panties off, followed by his pants. He grabs your hips with one hand, pulling you up against his cock. You tremble, and you think he notices, because he teases, slowly rolling his hips against you, and you push back. He gets the hint and slips two fingers inside you, just barely, before pulling them out again. A frustrated gasp leaves your mouth, and you turn your head as if to say hurry the fuck up, but he just smirks and focuses his view on your pussy.

You're desperate and he knows it. He fucking enjoys it, keeping you in a holding pattern and grabbing your hips hard, like he's afraid you'll slip away, rubbing his cock against you like he's waiting for permission or really for you to beg. But you refuse to be the first to crumble and the next thing you know he's burying himself inside you, slowly but surely, like he wants you to feel every inch to the fullest. You gasp, just like he was hoping. A satisfied grunt leaves his lips, which not only gives you full satisfaction and pleasure of getting noise out of him but adds fuel to the fire and as he slowly pulls back out, you sway your hips a little, inviting him right back. His next thrust is harder and more brutal, but you're so ready for him that he pounds into you with ease.

"Oh, fuck," you moan and he is picking up the pace, trying to urge more out of you. You cover your mouth out of fear of capturing the employee—who is only a handful of feet away—and her attention. The aching becomes too much to bear, and you reach for your clit, but he slaps the hand away and holds it behind your back.

You whine, pushing against his thrusts, but he only slows down, murmuring into my ear, "You like that, don't you?"

"Yes," I whisper. "You're so—you're so fucking good."

"Uh-huh."

Once again you're left frustrated as he pulls out and flips you over. You arch your back against the wall as he expertly glides his hands around the curves of your body.

"A quickie is usually quick," you note.

He leans in closer, getting right in your face, gently raking his fingers through your hair. The look on his face is wanting, but soft. The slight part of his lips and his downturned eyes looking into yours. It's a jarring feeling, suddenly being the subject of his tender affection, but you're unable to look away or grab him and say we're here to fuck, not fondle. 

The taste of Alex's morning cigarette lingers on his lips. The tip of his nose bumps into yours as you allow yourself to sink into the kiss. His kisses are long and slow, matching the rhythm of your bodies as you begin to move again. You drink in all the groans and grunts you get out of him.

When he places his thumb just over your clit, the intensity catches you by surprise, but he steadies you. He holds his other hand over your mouth. Your moans muffled and hopefully quiet enough. He holds his thumb over your clit and you quiver at the touch. Your breath comes in shorter and shorter bursts. You're redder than ever, you're sure, and he looks so fucking pleased with himself, his arrogance driving you crazy in more ways than one. He picks up the speed a little, rolling his hips in rhythm with yours. The pressure on your clit and the throbbing of him inside you causes the sweat on his skin and your breath to shatter. As the orgasm overtakes you, you bite down on his shoulder, collapsing against him like you have no bones left in your body.

His chest rises and falls with yours, he holds you there until you detach. Before you can say anything, he holds you up in the air and fucks you, hard against the wall. His thrusting becomes erratic, unrelenting, and with a mess of strangled grunts and groans that he tries to hold inside.

"Wouldn't it be really funny if she knocked on the door now?" You joke.

Alex laughs causing his pattern to be even more fucked up. His smile drops as his breath develops heavier and warmer against your ear. He bites the lobe softly and whispers, "I'm gonna come in you, okay?"

You nod the best you can and his breath becomes strangled and choked-up. He lets out a noisy exhale before his cum floods into you. He nuzzles into your neck and he lets out a moan into your skin hoping to cover it. You stroke the back of his head, scratching your nails soothingly across the surface.

"Shall I try on the rest?" You whisper into his ear.

He lifts his head and chuckles, "Oh, fuck." He shakes his head, still out of breath, he says, "No, I'll buy all of them for you. I don't care if they don't fit. We need to go back to bed."

You giggle at how exhausted he looks. "I have plans."

His cock is still hanging in the air. He has done little to clean himself up, still staring at you. You feel him ooze out of you but you shockingly like the feeling. "Come over after. I'll fuck you in the hot tub."

*

a/n: submit your bald alex photos for more, well, bald alex (fucking in public, of course).

[dreamieparadise]

* failed flirting attempts * prompt. ( a drabble for gokudera x momina if possible)

Thank you for indulging me, Jojo...! Can't believe you're asking for drabbles knowing all I ever do is write way too long, tho....crazy but you asked for it!!! 😩

Pairing: Gokudera Hayato x Momina Luqman.

Warning: pathetic man behaviour, derogatory word usage: "pussy." Machismo. Gokudera and Momina are 19 here but what do I look like drawing art for this? So I put tyl Hayato as the picture [I'll draw something next time...]

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. Third Time's The Charm ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

Gokudera could hear his blood pounding in his ears as he recalled Shamal's words the other day.

"—Are you a pussy? Just go for it." The blunt words had been said without a shred of compassion towards the young man. In fact, with the way Shamal's face had been twisted, Gokudera was sure Shamal had lost even more respect for him.

The mere memory of that day filled him with rage and embarrassment. His ears once again threatening to turn red and angry against his pale skin.

Gokudera clenched his fists before he held the bathroom sink in a tight grip, leaning heavily against it. He hated the way his face reflected back at him, he really did look so pathetic and needy. A voice in the back of his mind went: "no wonder Shamal called you a pussy...."

Not only had years gone by since he and Momina met but they were now currently living together again while he went to the university nearby. Every day he saw her, and while it was utter bliss living together, he had tried and failed and tried and failed and tried and failed to confess to her or show her that he had any sort of romantic feelings for her.

Any time he tried his words would get stuck in his throat, his hands clammy and his breathing rapid. More than once Momina had asked if he was okay and if they needed to go to the hospital. It was utterly mortifying.

Still, he was a man and the man was the one who was supposed to take the lead in relationships! Even if up until this point it had been Momina.

Finding new found determination, Gokudera robotically confidently walked out of his bathroom and began searching for her.

When Gokudera found her she was making lahoh, just like she did every Sunday.

She grinned when she saw him, her eyes dancing with mirth. "Good morning, Hayato~! Did you sleep well...?"

Gokudera felt his heart skip a beat just from seeing her face and how quickly it brightened. His hands became clammy again, a person being so happy to see him still felt so undeserving, especially coming from the one he loved, but he soaked it in nonetheless. He eventually cleared his throat, looking away. "Ahem...y-yeah..."

Momina paused at his reaction. She was concerned but didn't want to pry so she grinned once more instead. "Okay, good! I hope you don't mind lahoh again...!" Her eyes widened suddenly as she added: "But you don't have to eat it if you don't want to! I can make you something else."

"I'd never mind it...!!" He spoke a little too fiercely, head whipping to her direction as his sea foam green eyes burned with intensity.

Momina, taken by surprise once more, eventually giggled. "I'm glad you like lahoh so much...!! That makes me really happy, Hayato!"

Gokudera felt his fingers tugging on the hem of his shirt. "Anything you make makes me happy..."

"Hmm?" Momina pushed her locks behind her ear. "What did you say...? Sorry, I didn't hear you...!"

"I said..." Gokudera felt his throat forming a lump again. "I said anything you make makes me happy..." He spoke a little louder this time but it was still just a mutter.

Momina paused before she turned the stove off and placed the last lahoh on the plate sitting on the counter. She then turned to Gokudera fully, her expression an apologetic one. "I'm sorry...! You don't have to repeat it again but I still didn't hear you..." Momina's hearing wasn't the best and she could feel herself sink. She hated burdening people like this.

Momina's downcast expression made Gokudera's heart race, the last thing he wanted to do was upset her. Without thinking he reached out and pulled her close to him, her long wavy hair bouncing as he leaned towards her in desperation. He wanted to make sure she could clearly see him.

"I said I love anything you make...! I love yoour cooking...!!" Gokudera was kicking himself by the end, too cowardly to express himself properly. His face and ears burned and he couldn't bare to look at her any longer.

Momina's stared up at him, taking his behaviour in again before her expression once more brightened. Her eyes sparkled as her cheeks rounded and she let out a giggle, swaying back and forth under his grip. "Hehe...! Yeah...? Yeah....? You think so? That makes me so happy!" Her happiness overflowed so much that she gave him a big hug and nestled her face into his chest, giggles escaping.

"I love making food for you!" She began as her gaze softened. She continued as she tilted her head upward. "Making sure you're eating well...that you're taken care of...it makes me so happy! I love you, Hayato...! I'm so glad we're living together again!!"

Gokudera felt himself short-circuit. Despite all his practice he found himself crumbling when up against Momina again.

Momina was still smiling when she felt him start to falter. Her eyes shot open in alarm, "Hayato!?"

"I-I'm fine...!" He spoke awkwardly, he was still struggling to keep himself upright, his grip on her loosened and his legs felt wobbly, even his head spun.

"Let's sit you down...!!!" Momina exclaimed, still holding him close but readjusting her grip on him as she led him to the nearest chair.

And with that another romantic failure was etched into the tapestry of Gokudera Hayato's life. But at least he got to be doted on by Momina...?

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.| End |‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

Extra:

"Pathetic, Kora!!" Colonello put down his binoculars and shook his head. He had witnessed another one of Gokudera's pathetic attempts to woo his cadet. "A real man would have just gone for it...! He's a complete pussy, hey!"

Shamal sighed, one hand digging into his hair while the other lowered his own binoculars. In spite of Shamal's lack of perceived interest in Gokudera, this did hurt his heart. He felt himself wanting to defend his charge but what was there to say...? He was a complete pussy!

"He should just let Momina lead...!!" Colonnello continued, he may as well be talking to himself.

Shamal finally spoke up as he rolled his eyes. "Look...I'm a gentleman---"

"Hah!!!"

"But there's no way that girl would confess! She'd have done it by now if she was even a little interested romantically! And anyway...what kind of man doesn't confess first...? This kid is the worst!"

Colonnello shook his head. "Don't look down on my student, Kora...! She's just stupid! She doesn't know how she feels so of course she isn't saying it!"

"...did you just call her stupid while saying not to look down on her...?" Shamal's face twisted incredulously. Talking to Colonnello was exhausting.

"It's not looking down on her if it's true! It's being realistic, Kora!" He crossed his arms. "The real problem is your kid! He's got no balls!"

"He's not my damn kid...!!!" Shamal's voice rose. He began going off on how he never slept with Lavina and how Gokudera wasn't one of his many biological children who he was still paying child support for. No one listened. No one cared.

Bianchi, who had been here the whole time, finally spoke up with a sigh. "My dear brother...truly...he doesn't have any balls." She shook her head. She would have to visit him once again and talk about this. Bianchi had been making such effort to push her brother to confess that she had gone as far as to talk to Momina about her dream wedding. And yet...

They all sighed, sitting in silence before they eventually got up and left their spots on the roof. They couldn't believe they've been watching this train wreck for years. Even so, they'd be reconvening once again, probably within a month's time.

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. |Actual End| ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

"How was this an attempt at flirting!?" What...you don't think complimenting the love of your life's cooking is flirting...!? 🙄😒 it's not my fault Gokudera is a wimp and struggles to do this much. Anyway this was fun! Hope you enjoyed it. 🫶🏾���💗💗

[xwx404error]

Cigarette (OP one-shot ?)

I wanted it to be like, Robin's p.o.v or even Nami's, but I'll leave it to imagination. Self insert if you want to.

I wrote this some time ago. I'll probably start posting one shots, headcanons etc of anime too. English is not my first language...I apologize if there are mistakes.

I'll probably do a revamp of this one later cuz I think I can make it better.

Warning: I guess it's kind of dark and can be quite "confusing". There's a resemblance to intrusive thoughts kind of. Idk

__________________

It's almost winter again.

Sitting on the edge of the bench, I rest my hands on my lap and remain more silent than before. I look at my long fingers. If I convince myself enough, I can feel my heart beating in the tip of them, and if I try a little harder, I don't feel them as I should. I end up thinking too much. Maybe I didn't want to be part of my body entirely, but all desires have a stronger source. In my case, this source may be more inconsistent than the desire itself. I've seen almost everything. I've studied too much, traveled and experienced, but life seems to slip through my long fingers all the time.

I'm ambitious, in a not-so-traditional way. The only thing that satisfies me...maybe it exists somewhere, but until I find it, I want everything, without needing anything. Why am I so empty? I think about my journey so far, about a life I decided for myself and all this freedom I have in this immense gray sea. It's so vast...I turn my head toward it, right there, with its passive, dangerous waves, carrying this ship silently, but whispering to those who can hear, "be careful."

Living is a privilege. An art that is difficult to appreciate. Every now and then I shy away from this to be less aware of this world, and fantasize about a personal achievement that fills my distant spirit. Not that it always works. I can't escape the acceptance of my own death, nor can I silence my thoughts wrapped in a taciturn mentality. I've tried, it's just complicated. I feel guilty...

I want to be loved. No...I wish to be free. I want to travel the world and devour it with all my teeth and a dry tongue, only to spit it out seconds later.

It makes me feel good like this — I raise my hands now and rest my face on one of them — My face knows how to smile and laugh. Little by little, I think I'm...

I smell a familiar smell. A taste of malice in the back of my throat. I take my eyes to the slender silhouette, with its thirsty 1.80. The cook, blonde, rests his blue orbs on my face and lights a cigarette between his lips. I give him a horrible, almost sadistic smile, so disguised in elegance. He smiles back, suggestive and posing near the counter. His unrequited advances became funny over time. Yes. It's funny. He always moves gallantly, and so willing with girls, that I despise him. I began to see him as an innocent, scared puppy, who waits for treats and carefully licks your hand. A good guy.

One way or another, he would come here to affect the scene as an egocentric arrogant, but at the same time kind and compassionate, in silence, with his strange charm and a perfume that is always corrupted by the aroma of cigarettes. He takes a puff. Smoke dances out of his mouth and spreads across the space, embracing me in the process. It's something that fills your lungs momentarily and is gone. Again and again...slowly. I stay focused on that, concentrated on the butt burning and the ashes falling...falling...falling. Where did this cook find this cigarette? How many things you must have seen, right? And the trips after his manufactured birth...until he arrived at these big, smooth hands.

I imagine the twilight of this cigarette's death. It distresses and intrigues me. His lips part along with my gently raising eyebrows. I wait for it to anxiously exhale the smoke, and when it does, I watch it fly away and dissipate like a soul. The fire from the cigarette butt sparking, like exclamations and renunciations.

Would you be relieved? Or less distressed? For so little, I don't know. Its size gradually decreases, aging and being consumed. Sounds familiar...

I realize I've been staring at him for a long time when his eyes question mine. I pay little attention.

—Do you want one...?—The man asks and wakes me up, pointing to the pack stuck between his teeth. Again, the malicious passive tone. A real flirt...

—I dont smoke. Thank you.—He nods briefly and continue. The ashes hit the ground, the cigarette butt still burns, and feeds his addiction.

Death...

I see my body between his lips, with my hands crossed over my chest and my head burning. With each puff, a piece of my soul dissipates, sickening me and killing me at the same time. My ashes fall, my body begins to fall apart too. I'm a cigarette in the cook's mouth. I want to be a cigarette, and kill and die, for a moment to have all the memories of addicts, of my travels around the world and of my artificial fabrication. If this cigarette saw the world until it was consumed, and Sanji is the kiss of death, I, who am not so different, also desire it. I, who am already old, who am so cruel.

My head feels hot, almost pulsing, and I imagine this scenario over and over again. Fantasizing with deep puffs. "Come on, smoke me!", and I am loved and free at the same time, consuming and being consumed, infesting your lungs with my emptiness and disappearing. Not that I want that. I realized at the last minute that I got too excited. The feeling of my spirit being obliterated, sucked in and expelled...I don't know why I fantasized about something so bizarre. I stand up and smile, impassive. How could I feel ecstatic about something like that?

[lexyvey]

Stranger Things Fic Recommendations

These last few months I've been reading a LOT of ST fan fiction and just wanted to spread word on some of my all-time favorite fics. Most are primarily steddie, but what can I say? I'm a sucker for those two lol.

Completed Fics:

without a flashlight in the dark by jurassicqueer (kukurosaki)

Takes place in s1 where Steve gets dragged into the Upside Down instead of Barb. By far one of my favorites. 10/10 recommend. It's a completed work with a little over 8,000 words and I wish I could read it for the first time again and again. Beautiful!

flight risk by Ayes, itskleo

This is probably one of the most popular ones on my list, but if you haven't read it yet, please, please, please check it out! The writing is phenomenal and these guys really know how to write a story (also the art that accompanies each chapter is just too freaking good). I've also been reading However Wild by them and it's really good as well but I digress. Steve is famous rockstar Eddie Munson's bodyguard and no matter how hard Eddie tries to shake Steve, he just can't. Then he figures out he doesn't really want to shake him off anymore... and need I say more? Go read it!

Black Out Days (Fairground Nights) by OonionChiver

Oooh the angst in this fic just doesn't stop. I absolutely love it. It's a completed work and a total binge read, though with almost 140,000 words there's no way you can get through it quick enough. It also kind of f'ed me up emotionally and I'm so glad it did. The fic is pretty much steddie to the max and I absolutely loved it. I feel like it's impossible to not want to reread it after finishing btw, so you've been warned in advance lol.

paradise by the dashboard light. by oaseas

another completed steddie fic at 154,000 words. Steve's car constantly needs fixed due to the Upside Down stuff and Eddie is the one always having to fix it up. Steve's nail bat is an "art project" and that just cracks me up. This fic is a beautiful slow burn with lots of pining. I'm in love.

smoke signal by Adure

Adure is possibly one of the strongest authors I've ever come across on ao3. This one shot was just phenomenal to read. I loved reading outlaw Eddie in this. It was just so well done. aaaahhh, just thank you so much to Adure for this one. I'm forever indebted to you.

New York Hardcore by CaptainHoney

Probably the best Punk Steve fic there is, or at least in my opinion. It's just a 7,418 word one-shot, but that's all you need because it's such a satisfyingly whole read. however... if you do want more (and you will) then you're in luck because it's part of a series including an Eddie POV as well as a sequel one shot.

WIP:

Jackrabbit Underneath by Grey_Lark

Probably one of my favorite Steve has powers fics. He has empathic powers, but doesn't know it, and that's just funny to me. This one is definitely not steddie and romance is not what the goal of this fic is, but the interactions with Tommy and Carol truly make it chef's kiss. It's incompleted but has over 210,000 words of content to tide you over until the next update. It's probably one of the most beautifully written fics I've ever come across.

Our Love to Admire by hibud

UGGGHHH, I'm literally dying to read more it's so good. Another Steddie fic that takes place after s4. It's one of my favorite tropes: enemies to lovers, but the author provides background as to why they don't get along and I just love it! It's also incomplete, but updates regularly. There's already over 200,000 words of poetic writing to satisfy you until the next update.

If I Ever Leave (You're Coming With Me) by roughvoiced, Sharpbutsoft (BuckysButt)

It's giving The Outsiders kinda vibes and I honestly wish there were more fics like this. I'm also a sucker for blonde Steve, though I had no idea until reading this. Eddie is still wanted for murder, but Steve manages to make them both disappear together on a road trip before Eddie gets arrested. Currently it's only 3 chapters in with 37,599 words, but so much has already happened and I just love it.

better by you, better than me by palmviolet

Eek! Another Steddie fic where Eddie is involved in all the Upside Down stuff since s1. Currently in the middle of s2 with 110,000 words in. The character development in this story is just top-notch. I swear this couldn't have been done any better. Can't wait for the next chapter.

Just Close Your Eyes ( the sun is going down ) by httphimbo

A hunger games au fanfic with steddie. I don't even know how I managed to come across this, but I'm so glad I did. I just remember going, hey that's a TS lyric so it's gotta be good, and then immediately getting hooked by the storyline. Every chapter leaves me on the edge of my seat. I'm so gone for this one guys. It's a WIP, but there's already over 25,000 words and it's a little over half-way in.

Please feel free to lmk any other fic recommendations through reblogs, comments, etc. I eat these fics up like breakfast and am always open to new suggestions. Might even update the list as I find new gems to add to the list :)

[prometheusinitiative]

[3/3] Interim Domain | IT WILL TEAR ME (US) APART

Michiya's mania was overwhelming him. His anger, his jealousy, his frustration that everyone was being forced to become cryptics when he needed to become one was ruining him!

With one last angry stomp, Michiya shatters the glass that protected him from the Broken Heart. Tearing off his gloves, he knelt down and reached for it. The last time he had held the Broken Heart it burned his skin, but now he holds it without struggle.

He slowly rises to his feet, holding the source of so much pain and potential in between his finger and thumb. His grin widens as energy now pulses out from it in waves. His coat flaps around him as he stares into it, thinking of every possibility. He laughs, almost bitterly, and continues to speak. 

"Detrital is chaos. It's the breaking of pieces and finding the meaning amongst the rubble. What needs to be broken before it's fully realized? What needs to die.... so something may be reborn?"

He looks a little sadly to a few faces in the crowd before pulling the Broken Heart closer to his face. 

"I told myself I would never play the game the way they want us to. That's just not my thing. So here I am, Michiya Usokami, announcing to all of you that I'm willing to leap off the edge into the unknown! For science, for myself, for the world! I'll tear myself to pieces and look between the spaces to find the truth that was right there before me all along!"

(Art by Michael)

He lets out a soft chuckle.

"You all said it looked tasty. So.... Bon Appetit." 

Michiya opens his mouth wide, and shoves the orb into his mouth. As he takes it in, and swallows hard, he begins to clutch his neck. As the orb is swallowed, bright lines begin to expand out of his body, all from a very clean and defined line of light bisecting his body.

The energy comes off of him in waves as he tries desperately to contain it. But detrital was never meant to be contained. He needed a lithic to do that. Michiya yells out in pain as blood begins to seep from the orifices on his face. He looks to the crowd, keeping a confident smile on his face. 

"Doooon't wo-rry! This i-is paa-art of the pla-a-an-”

“You promised!” 

Eden’s voice rings out over the chaos, his hands balled into fists at his sides. The others might have been watching in fear, or horror, or surprise as Michiya begins to light up in front of them. Eden sees it for what it really is.

It’s a turning point—the spinning of dice already cast, and the tipping of scales before they settle with the weight of newfound consequences. It’s the briefest of moments, suspended on the precipice of what’s already passed and what will come next. It’s an end. It’s a beginning. 

It’s an opportunity. 

—to be left behind again. His eyes shine bright with a hurt far deeper than Michiya could cause on his own. This is something familiar. Something he can change this time, if he hurries. It’s an opportunity—

—to finally get what he was after. This time, he can make sure he isn’t left behind. He can make sure that he goes with them. The determined look that crosses his face is the only warning given before Eden darts out from the crowd. He closes the distance between them in a blink, standing before his friend with a simple, unspoken request. It’s an opportunity—

—to prove that Michiya had meant what he’d said. Eden still has the words ringing in his ears as he reaches out to Michiya, too full of hope to consider what would come next if he were pushed away again. He won’t consider it. He can’t.

He doesn’t need to consider anything. As Eden approaches Michiya as the other slowly begins to corrode from the inside, Michiya opens his arms to embrace the smaller man. He promised him that he would never leave him. That he would die with him. That Eden wouldn’t have to fear being lost as long as Michiya was there.

(Art by Michael)

Slowly, he feels the energy build up in his chest, more energy emanating off of him. The glowing lines in him grow heavier and deeper as he squeezes Eden tightly. He turns his head to press his lips against the other’s forehead… 

Michiya then explodes, the energy being too much for the man to handle, and he takes Eden with him. The pair are eviscerated by a bright light, knocking everyone back against the walls of the tower as they begin to crumble around them. 

In the aftermath of the destruction, the silhouette of a large vulpine shape takes form, almost like an aura. Like a ghost. With an echoed laughter that speaks in both ears like surround sound, the walls and floors of the tower break away, revealing a twisted amalgamation of a neon bright amusement park with the cool and clean walls and floors of a research facility. The floors move and shift as the domain is built before you, separating three groups of you, forcing you to fend for yourselves. 

Welcome to the Domain of Fission

[mindninjax]

What Once Was Mine

Pairing: Kirishima x Bakugo x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 13.2K (I'm so sorry)

Warnings: Angst, , Sex pollen, Extremely Dubious Content/ Noncon (because of the sex pollen just in case), Love Triangle, Breath play, Spit roasting, Double Penetration, Cumflation, Some Degradation, Praise, Breeding, a little Bit of Rimming, sooooo much cum, Spit, Some KrBk action., some butt stuff bahaha,yannow fingies in booty

a/n: OK here it is. First fic for the Tales of the Dark Arts. This fic gave me GRIEFFFF goodness gracious. A huge goddamn thank you to my wife @whats-her-quirk for beta reading this and helping me SO much with this. I love you forever my darling. OK soooo it's angsty ok sorry I admit it. But it's a spoopy story it's gotta be! So I decided to take out the warning for the alternate ending. Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy this. Please go easy on me ok? IT's my first threesome fic and I am so fucking nervous. As always I appreciate everyone who clicks on this and gets through the entire thing because it is a MONSTER. Without further ado... here we go.

It’s not him. It’s not him anymore.

He’s in your sights, red spiky hair burning your eyes as the crosshair lines up perfectly between his eyebrows. It’s cool outside, the crisp October wind bites your cheek. It feels too cold to be October. If the world were normal you’d be picking pumpkins right now, hand in hand with the man you love as he smiled and looked at you like you were the greatest thing to ever happen to him.

If.

A gruff voice intrudes your thoughts. It’s intense, agitated, and worried. “If you can’t do it I ca—“

“I can do it, Katsuki.”

His words are sliced by your tone and your eyes never leave the scope as you watch your target through the window, waltzing proudly around the apartment, your apartment.

You feel a big hand on the small of your back rub gently up and down your spine trying to soothe you. His arm drapes over you protectively as you perch with the huge sniper poised against your shoulder. He’s warm, his touch tender and wrong, yet it does its job in keeping you calm and making you feel safe. It should be innocent, maybe even accepted considering you two might actually be the last two alive in the city.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. Katsuki’s hot glare burns the side of your face. The talk the two of you had before scaling up this building to sit on the roof across from your old home nestles in your brain and clouds your thoughts.

He’d held your face between his hands and made you look deep into his crimson eyes as he spoke. His thumb moved over the soft skin of your cheek, his lips pursed and the edges of them twitched like he was holding something back.

“I’ll take the shot. You don’t gotta worry about it.”

“No. It should be me. I’ll do it.”

“Tch, don’t try to be a fucking hero. I promised him I’d--”

“I know what you promised him, but I’m not gonna let him stay one of those things forever. I can do this.”

“Fine. But don’t you fucking die.”

A distant scrape of shoes on gravel pulls you back to reality, both your and Katsuki’s heads whipping around toward the direction of the foreign sound. You drop the gun as Katsuki puts a finger to his lips and urges you to keep quiet. He coils into a defensive crouch, taking a small step toward the sound before you grasp his arm tightly. You widen your eyes and shake your head, digging your fingers into his muscles.

Don’t go.

He reaches out for you, his hand caressing your cheek as his eyes soften and again his lips twitch with an unspoken confession. You see the softness in his eyes, the vulnerability before it fades quickly and his eyebrows furrow.

He swipes his hand from your face and grips the barrel of the gun, turning it back toward the window of your apartment. He looks pointedly down at it, then at the window and back to you with a scolding glower.

Don’t you fucking miss.

Panic bubbles in your gut as he takes another step toward the noise and you reposition your aim back to your target. He’s right. You have to finish this. He looks back over his shoulder and you flash him a pleading look in response.

You can feel tears pooling in your eyes but you take a deep breath to try and hold them back. He sighs quietly then tiptoes back over to wrap you in a tight hug. You bury your face in his neck sighing at his warmth. He grinds his teeth, like he’s struggling to keep his composure, then he quickly kisses the top of your head before pulling you back and whispering.

“Don’t. Die.”

He nods once and then he’s slinking back into the darkness toward the noise and you’re lining up your shot again. The wind licks at the back of your neck as you think to yourself over and over, please be ok and it’s not him anymore. You take a deep breath, still your trembling shoulders, place your finger on the trigger and peep through the scope again.

The breath leaves your lungs in a second as angry red eyes peer back at you through the scope. He’s seen you. You’re finished.

A sharp pain on the back of your head radiates through your body and you can’t make anything else out. A name muttered from your lips as you fall back onto the gravel of the roof is the last thing your attacker hears before you lose consciousness.

“Eiji.”

And then, darkness.

When you come to, dancing colors swirling behind your lids fade into one. Red. Your eyes flutter open and you can see plush red carpet. You try to flex your limbs, and realize you can’t move. Your toes dig into the soft carpet, wrists struggling against something—rope? Maybe?—and your head feels heavy, like you can barely raise it. It takes what feels like hours for you to understand you're tied to a chair. Your head aches and there’s something sticky dripping down the side of your face.

Tapping. There’s something tapping in the room with you. It’s annoying and it hurts. It’s tapping against a pain nerve in your head and you’re hopelessly wishing it would stop. There's too much red, it spells out anger, frustration, danger. The room smells damp, like suffocating wet musty air that pushes on your lungs. You cough and for the first time since waking up you realize you’re not alone in the room.

“Hey! Finally awake, sleepy head?”

The voice is familiar, but not. It’s chipper and comforting but forced. It doesn’t elicit the feeling of relief or joy it would’ve months ago. Still, if you don’t think too hard about it, you can almost trick yourself into thinking it’s ok.

“Eijirou?” you look up at him, hopeful, leaning forward in your chair. He’s leaning against the bedpost, tapping his fingers against the wooden footboard and smiling a big goofy grin at you.

You blink; that bed post looks familiar. In fact, this entire room looks familiar. In addition to the red feeling too overbearing, it’s also strangely comforting. You shift your eyes quickly to check out your surroundings.

There’s a black comforter and bedspread on the bed, neatly made with comfortable looking pillows propped up. Two wooden bedside tables sit on either side of the bed. A large dresser in the corner, lined with perfumes and lotions, long flowy red curtains that hang down to the floor near the sliding doors that lead to the balcony. And lastly, the painting perched above the bed of two people happily gazing into each other’s eyes, a diamond ring on the woman’s finger.

Your eyes burn with tears as you stare at the painting, the man’s spiky red hair and sharp toothed grin is more than beautiful and the woman looks completely smitten with her lover.

This is your bedroom. The room you used to share with Eijirou before...

“Yeah babe, in the flesh! Didya miss me?”

The man speaking bounds up to you like an excited dog. He stands before you and you study his features closely. He certainly looks like Eijirou, but there’s something off about him. His smile feels a little too happy, pulled too tight like a doll who’s had their mouth sewn into a smile. It isn’t authentic. It isn’t him.

“Y...you’re not him,” you say sadly, dropping your head.

The imposter scoffs, clearly taken aback by your words. “What’re ya talking about babe? Of course it’s me.”

Every time it speaks it rips at the hole in your chest. It feels like you can’t breathe. How could anyone know how terrifying it was to look at someone you thought you knew and have it so clearly not be them? Especially when your heart desperately wished it would be them.

“Stop. Stop! Stop pretending to be him. You're not him. You could never be him!” you shout as tears pour down your dirty cheeks.

The invader chuckles, and it’s not light or fun, it’s evil and slimy and it makes your skin crawl.

“Aww come on. The last thing I want is to see my pretty girl cry,” it says.

You seethe at the nickname falling from this thing’s dirty lips. A name only reserved for you from the man you love. Clearly, it’s toying with you.

“Don’t. Don’t call me that. Don’t you fucking dare,” you hiss, anger pulsing through your veins.

The monster bends down on its knees in front of you and moves uncomfortably close to your face. You can feel its warm breath on you and it almost makes you gag.

“Or what? Will you kill me? You couldn’t pull the trigger on the roof. What makes right now any different?”

It doesn’t smile, it doesn’t assure you everything’s ok. It doesn’t do anything your Eijirou would do. When it smiles it’s wicked, when it speaks only filth comes out. It’s dirty, disgusting and bile rises in your throat when you think about that thing crawling around inside of him and using him as it’s puppet. It’s eyes look far away. There’s no warmth, no personality. Your Eijirou is gone.

Yet it feeds on your unsureness, your wavering resolve in killing him—no, it. Eijirou would never want to be used by it. You’d be saving him. It’s only right to end him. And after, they can have you. It won’t matter when he’s gone. Nothing will matter in a world without Eiji. You’ve already lost him. How is killing him any different?

So why couldn’t you shoot? Why couldn’t you pull the trigger? Why is there a lump in your throat, burning at the idea of losing the man you love?

No. He’s already gone. It is not him. You spit a huge glob of congealed liquid in its face.

“Fuck you,” you hiss as viciously as you can.

It slowly stands, wiping the mess from where it landed between its eyes and nose. The calm, malicious look on its face is so foreign to you, it really does look like a completely different person. Then it lifts its huge, hulking arm back, muscles flexing as it stretches and slaps you hard across the face.

The momentum causes the chair to topple backward, your cheek burns and you’re brought to tears from the heat of its slap. When your head knocks against the floor, you accidentally bite down on your lip so hard you taste blood. The searing pain spreads up the side of your face and as much as you try, you can’t stop the tears from flowing.

It stands the chair back up right and you glare at it, wincing at the salty tears flowing into the cut on your lip.

“You should mind your manners. What would your little friend think if he saw you acting like this?”

You gasp. Is it talking about Katsuki? You look up at it now, wide eyes pleading for an explanation. “What did you do to Katsuki?”

“You’ll find out soon enough babe.”

No. Did they get him too? What did it mean “find out soon enough”? Did those things turn him into one of them? He’s all you had left. You feel like you’ve been hit in the chest too many times. It’s hard to breathe, your heart doesn’t just hurt, it aches.

Katsuki’s face flashes in your memory. You can almost feel his hands caressing your cheek again, wiping away the tears that involuntarily pour down your face at the thought of losing him. You remember the gentle press of his lips on your head and how tight he held you. His last words to you.

Don’t. Die.

The invader bends down next to your face again. It buries its face in your neck and inhales deeply as you lean away from it in disgust.

“You smell good. I knew you would be perfect,” it whispers against your cheek.

“Perfect for what?”

“Reproduction of course. It’s a species' primary goal. To reproduce.” It shrugs it’s shoulders as if this is obvious.

Is that what they’re doing? You’d noted to Katsuki when the two of you were researching if the hosts were able to be saved that the invaders never seemed interested in “taking over” the women. They were always captured and taken away while the men were regurgitated on and taken over by the parasites.

You curl your lip up in disgust. “If you think I’m going to let you do anything to me, you--”

“I’m not stupid. Our species happens to be far more advanced than yours. So don’t worry. I have a solution.” It smiles wickedly, breathes in deeply then exhales.

The air is cloudy and thick all of a sudden. Something wistful like smoke surrounds you. It billows up and around your nose, but it moves like it has a mind of its own. It reminds you of the smoke in old cartoon shows, beckoning to the characters, drawing them in with its seductive grip.

Seductive? What? Why would you be thinking about that at a time like this? You try to shake your head, clear your mind, focus on what’s happening right in front of you, but the view is starting to fade away. Your eyes feel heavy, but you don’t feel sleepy; there’s something, something you can’t explain, but something sitting heavy like a rock in your stomach.

As it continues to sit, it moves down between your legs and feels as if it’s vibrating. It feels good and you hum a little to yourself. The bedroom changes into a scene of you being rocked calmly back and forth in a boat on high waves. It’s soothing, safe, everything feels right.

Eiji’s voice is in your ear and again you hum in amusement. He sounds as if he’s singing to you, and when he holds your arms, loosening something that’s making your wrists feel heavy, you giggle and thank him for removing them.

“Oh, that didn’t take long at all,” Eijirou says with a smirk.

He lifts you up then, pulling you into his arms and you stumble like a newborn deer into his chest. You look up at him with a goofy grin and he leans in, puckering his lips to kiss you. This is what you’ve been waiting for. To kiss your Eiji again. You stand up on your tiptoes, leaning in to his advance.

Suddenly an explosion flips the boat you're lying in and sends you crashing into the deep rocking waves. The scene melts away and it becomes painfully clear it was all in your head. You see broken glass and Katsuki standing with a gun pointed at...you. He’s breathing heavily and looks vicious, like he wants to attack you. But why? Why would he want to attack you?

You feel a huge hand wrap around you and grasp your throat tightly. You cough trying to gasp air into your lungs but the hand constricts your air passage. You can feel a hard body on your back, you can’t move but that heavy thing is still sitting and vibrating between your thighs.

“Take your filthy fucking hands off of her,” Katsuki says to you. No, not to you, to the thing behind you.

That’s right. Suddenly it’s clear again and you remember your situation. The alien is using you as a shield. It drugged you somehow, made you see things that weren't there and feel tingly and weird. But how? You meet Katsuki’s eyes and he tries to give you a quick expression that asks if you’re ok. You try to nod but the parasite chokes you so you can’t speak or move.

“Or what dude? You’ll shoot me? Good luck shootin’ around her. You’re good, but your aim isn’t that good. ” the thing says. It pisses you off how it tries to mimic the way Eiji speaks.

You see Katsuki’s finger twitching on the trigger. The stupid thing is right. Katsu won’t risk hurting you to kill it. More of the wispy smoke floats around the room. It slowly snakes over to Katsuki and he fans it away in annoyance. It clicks then, the smoke. That’s what drugged you. If it infects Katsu too, your enemy could easily kill him when he starts to hallucinate like you did. You have to warn him.

The imposter Eijirou tightens his grip around your throat. His fingers squeeze, constricting your trachea and stopping air from reaching your lungs.You can’t speak and the more you try, the tighter it squeezes on your throat. Your mind is already hazy, thoughts tumbling messily around your head like clothes spinning in a washing machine. You watch in horror as the smoke slips into Katsuki’s nostrils and he falls to his knees, rubbing his eyes and coughing.

You try to call out to him but the squeezing sensation of Eijirou’s large rough hands—hands your body has become used to and reacts accordingly—makes your mind change the danger into something more erotic. You moan pathetically as the invader pulls you closer to his body.

What was that? Is it the work of the toxin in your system? Is that what it does? Make you horny? It doesn’t matter, you need to warn Katsuki. You try again to call out to him.

“K...Katsu.. Katsuki… get out of here! Please!” you wheeze, reaching out to him.

He winces at the sound of the mewls of pleasure that tumble from your lips at the end of your plea. You can see his brows furrowed in determination and desperation. He’s not going to leave you.

He’s going to get himself killed.

“Wow babe, I get captured and you immediately start fucking my best friend? Did you even love me? Or were you waiting for me to be captured so you two could make your move?” The leech speaks again, using Eijirou’s cadence but words he’d never say, especially to you.

“Shut the fuck up! Stop talkin’ like you’re him. You ain’t Ejirou. You’re just wearing his skin. Eijirou’s dead!” Resembling a rabid dog, foaming spit drops from Katsuki’s lips as he gnashes his teeth at the imposter. He’s holding his stomach, groaning in pain, eyes wide and breathing heavy.

With him incapacitated, the alien gains the confidence to loosen its grip on your neck. It holds tight to your wrist and yanks you down with it when it crouches on its knees to stare Katsuki in the eyes.

“He’s not dead. He’s in here with me. And he’s asking the same thing,” it replies, smirking and showing Eiji’s pearly sharp teeth. It’s wrong, it’s evil.

“He says he saw how you looked at her before. He knows you’re in love with her. He knows you wanna fuck her.”

Katsu groans inappropriately when the alien mentions fucking you. Then he shakes his head and blinks in confusion. “Fuck. What’s happening to me?”

You feel like you’re drowning, like you’re trying to keep your head up above the crashing waves, but you call out to Katsuki to make sure he’s safe. The calming, pleasurable voice of Eijirou’s imposter is beneath the waves and is a little stronger. You’re ready to give in.

There’s a biting pain burning inside you now, shooting through your limbs. The heavy vibrating between your thighs accelerates into a searing fire and it only disappears when you feel hot breath on your neck.

“Katsu…” You moan his name but it doesn’t sound like you’re worried for him. You’re beckoning to him, you want him to be the one touching you right now.

His cock is standing at attention in his pants and judging from the way he’s grinding his teeth and huddling over holding his stomach, it’s agony. He tries as best as he can to hide it, but there’s no mistaking the rising tent. He’s scrambling, trying to stay away from you and your siren-like moans. You’re ashamed to think it, but the bulge in his pants looks delicious, leaking and glistening precum that is soaking through the fabric of his pants. You lick your lips and squeeze your thighs together.

“That’s a shame, you know. Once you’ve inhaled that toxin, you’re basically useless to us. It’s not meant for human men. Makes you want to breed. And if you don’t, you die. Perfect way to get you out of my hair, though,” the sadistic creature says nonchalantly.

Die? Katsuki could die from this?

It turns and gives you a reassuring smirk.”Same goes for you babe. You either fuck or die. But don’t you worry, I won’t let that happen to you. Hope you’re ready.” It blows you a kiss and you want to gag. The parasite’s evil little words slither into your ear and break through your sensual confusion.

It shrugs and stands again, pulling you to the dresser and propping you up to sit down. Katsuki sits helplessly in the corner, thrashing and pulling at his clothes like they’re burning him. He watches helplessly as the invader slowly sheds its clothes and then yours. The cool air from the broken window nips at your budding breasts and it’s a relief to the burning quickly swimming it’s way up your entire body.

Katsuki looks mortified as he watches the man appraise you, palming your tits, squeezing your hips and biting its lip as it takes in your glorious figure. You can’t help the moans that escape you as it touches you.

You want to be quiet, to bite your tongue clean off so it doesn’t get the satisfaction, but you aren’t strong enough to go against what the toxin is doing to your mind and body.

“F...fight it…. You...idiot…” he grunts angrily at you.

He’s trying to readjust the tent in his pants but it only makes you groan louder, lick your lips, and beg more for him.

“Katsu… want you… it… hurts… Eiji… please… please fuck me…” you mumble.

You hear a disapproving “tsk” in front of you. “What a slut. A fucking slut. Doesn’t matter who’s dick it is, you just want it huh? You’ll fuck two best friends just for relief? You’ll fuck me even though I’m not your precious Eijirou. Pathetic. Weak. All of you humans are weak. The sooner we find the rest of you who are hiding out, the better.”

Then the foreign creature bends down in front of you. It pushes your legs apart as you sit with your ass propped on the edge of the dresser. It sniffs you again, and you hear a low growl and see it stroke its cock. Right before it buries its face between your legs, it sneers at Katsuki.

“You can watch me fuck her, Katsuki. You should be used to watching from the sidelines.”

Your mind goes blank when its tongue licks languidly through your slick covered lips. All your mind can focus on is the pleasure coursing through your body. Your hands drop to tangle your fingers in its spiky red hair and you push your cunt onto its face, craving friction on your clit.

You sink beneath the calming waves and fall into the comforting arms and tongue of Eijirou. Time no longer exists. Everything stands still and the only thing moving is Eijirou’s tongue flicking against your clit.

Eiji’s always been good at eating you out. Of course he has, he knows your body better than anyone. Why had you been fighting this before? This is the man you love, the man you’ve always loved.

That fact is cemented when he pushes his tongue inside your pussy and you throw your head back and squeeze your eyes shut. This is Eiji, you’re confident now, it has to be. There’s no way it couldn’t be him. He’s the only one that’s ever been able to make you feel this way, right?

“F..Fuck…fuck...ah...I’m gonna c...come…” A rough husky growl suddenly punctures the moment.

That voice sounds familiar and again it slices through the thick fog inside your head. It’s a growl, a pained growl that, despite stating it was in ecstasy, sounded desperate and pitiful. There’s a small tingling in your gut that tells you something’s wrong and you grasp it just long enough to pull yourself back above the hypnotic waves.

You look at the man between your legs. He’s not looking at you, but still tongue fucking you like a man who knows exactly how to pleasure a woman. It’s like he’s studied it for centuries but he's not looking at you. You intake a sharp breath as he nibbles on your clit and for the first time it’s not a sound of pleasure.

This is not Eijirou. Eiji would look at you, he’d look into your eyes the entire time. He’d make sure you knew by just looking at him that he loved you with everything in him. He’d want to see the pleasure on your face, the way your tongue would fall out of your mouth, and the drunken smile that stained your lips will he feasted on you.

You take a second to look around the room and your eyes fall on Katsuki, now naked and sitting slumped against the bedroom wall, watching you. His hair is plastered to his forehead, veins popping out of his head and down his neck. He’s flushed an angry red, and tears are flowing down his face as his hand moves furiously up and down his cock.

The muscles in his arm are flexing and he’s lifting his hips and fucking his fist frantically. He’s muttering something as his eyes stay fixed on you and your heaving chest. When you make eye contact, you finally make out what he’s muttering.

“I’m… I’m coming for you… don’t… fuck oh fuck… don’t worry… won’t...let it...do this…” he struggles between grunts and groans and pants.

Your heart wrenches in your chest as the peaks of an orgasm creep upon you. You twist your fingers into Eijirou’s hair, drop your jaw and close your eyes but the orgasm doesn’t come. Instead, you wriggle and try to push him away. You can’t focus on the pleasure now, not while Katsuki is suffering.

You’re panting, the ruined orgasm hurts, especially as the invader continues to lap at your cunt.You find your voice and it’s weak but persistent.

“Eiji…. Please… Please.. He’ll die…” you beg him. It doesn’t let up on your clit and you moan but try to keep yourself above the waves.

“You wanna fuck him that bad, huh? Won’t come for me, but I bet you’ll come for him, won’t ya?” it breathes against your inner thigh, running its teeth against your soft skin.

It makes you shiver but you keep your attention fixed on Katsuki suffering in the corner. Then you quickly grab Eijirou’s cheeks and make it look into your eyes. You ignore its slick covered face and its wicked smile, holding it tightly and staring deep into its eyes.

He has to still be in there. He has to. If he is, he’ll come back for you. He’ll come back if you ask him to save Katsuki.

“Please Eiji…please save him. Don’t you dare let him die. I know you won’t hurt me. I know you wouldn’t let your best friend die. Please Eiji...Please I love you.”

You pour everything into each word you speak to him. Every word is saturated with the emotion you felt after losing him forever. Tears pour endlessly down your face, you’re speaking through hiccups and holding its face so tightly your fingers leave indentations in its cheeks.

Suddenly its eyes go blank and its body goes limp. it’s no longer holding you tight against the dresser. Its hand drops away from your thighs and it staggers away from you. You blink in confusion but take the quick moment of reprieve to dash over to Katsuki’s slumped body.

You hug him tightly and he groans in pleasure the second your heated skin comes in contact with his. He kisses your shoulder, still pumping his cock and grunting.

“Katsuki, hey, it’s ok. I’ll get you out of here ok?” you say trying to help him stand.

“No… fuck.. Just make it...stop… I need you to make the fucking pain stop…” he growls.

He looks into your eyes and licks his lips. Hungry crimson eyes travel down your naked body. His lustful gaze triggers the toxin in your blood and you almost push him down and sink down onto his cock right there.

Your name is spoken behind you and both you and Katsuki pause in shock.

When it speaks it’s different, it’s warm, it sounds like home and you spin around to see Eijirou, your Eijirou, stumbling toward you with his arms outstretched. You hobble toward him, pulled like a magnet and he catches both you and Katsuki in his big strong arms.

“Eiji, Eiji, you’re back? You’re back. I love you. I love you so much. I’ve always loved you. I always will.” You plaster kisses all over his face, sobbing as you speak. He grabs you tight and props you up against his huge body, laughing and crying with you.

“I always come when you call, don’t I, pretty girl?” he says in his soft raspy voice. It sounds right, the name sounds so right and it only makes you sob and wrap your arms around his neck again.

“Shh I know. I know. I love you too baby. I’m sorry for everything I said,” he says, kissing your cheek.

“That wasn’t you. I know it wasn’t you,” you wheeze nuzzling your face into his chest. He shushes you again, and rubs your hair to calm you down. You almost forget Katsuki is there until you hear him groan in pain again.

“Fuck Ei, I...is it really you?” he asks incredulously through pained gasps.

“Yeah man, it’s me. Thanks for keeping her safe. I knew you would.” Eiji winks, actually winks, at his best friend as if this situation isn’t dire and it surprisingly makes you feel a little better.

“K… Kirishima… you better not...fucking die on us...we’ll come back for you..” Katsuki tries to be serious, he uses his family name to cement his promise.

“No way am I letting this thing take me out,” he responds, pulling Katsuki closer to him and giving him a reassuring nod.

You’re no longer able to hold back the searing pain in your gut. It swells back up again, burning your insides and demanding for you to be fucked one of the two men present.

“Eiji...please… it hurts… and Katsu… he....”

“I know, baby. I’m gonna make it go away ok? I promise.” He looks at Katsuki tucked under his armpit and then over to the large bed, a plan forming in his mind. “I’ll make it go away for both of you.”

He smiles at you like he’s proud of you and you swear you’ll never get enough of the way he looks at you like you’re the only thing that matters in his life. You can tell he’s trying to figure something out as his forehead creases and he looks back and forth between you and Katsuki . Something clicks in his mind and his shoulders slump.

“I know what we gotta do,” he announces, gazing at both of you sadly.

He holds you both against his body, grabs Katsuki’s hand and places it on your naked breast. Katsuki squeezes it and both you and he moan at the same time. Then his eyes grow wide as he snaps out of his pleasurable haze and quickly snatches his hand away glaring at his friend.

“The fuck are you doin Ei?”

“The thing said fuck or die. You know what you gotta do,” he jabs a finger into his chest and Katsuki hisses in pain.

“Fuck that! It could’ve been lying just to play mind games! Maybe...shit...maybe if we come it’ll be fine.”

Eiji sighs, shaking his head in disappointment. “Kats, it's ok. I unde-”

Katsuki grips Eiji’s shirt, moves really close to his face and snarls, “I am not gonna fuck your girl Ei.”

You jump in to try and ease the tension, pushing Katsuki back from Eiji’s face. “Maybe Katsu is right. When the alien thing was… you know… on the dresser… it felt good and the pain was going away but I didn’t finish and it still hurts so...maybe…”

You trail off, partly from the pain and partly because you don’t know what else to say. Eijirou sighs after a minute and nods in agreement.

“Ok let’s do this,” he replies in determination.

Eijirou places you and Katsuki down on the bed softly. You crawl away from them, prop yourself up on the pillows, open your legs, and thrust your fingers into your cunt. You’ll try to help yourself, Eiji can deal with Katsu. It’s the least you can do after both of them have constantly put their lives on the line for you.

He flashes you a worried glance and you shake your head and assure him you can handle it yourself. When you start to moan and hang your head back, he grasps Katsuki’s cock in his hulking fist. The second he makes contact with it, Katsuki moans like an actor in a naughty movie. Eijirou smiles warmly and slips his hand up and down, tightening his grip as the tip of Katsuki’s dribbling head peaks out of his fist.

Katsuki throws his head back, a long winded “Fuckkkk'' escaping him as he shuts his eyes and thrusts up into Eiji’s hand. It’s so erotic and tender. But it’s what you should expect from Eiji. Katsuki reaches out to play with Ejirou’s heavy balls and you hear an intake of sharp breath and a quiet moan.

“Unf, that feels good Kats. You’re doing good, man,” he praises.

You watch them both with lidded eyes, curling your fingers up to press against the spongy center inside you. They’re both so beautiful, two men you care deeply for pleasuring each other and it only makes you wetter and louder as Katsuki’s breathing increases.

“F…fuck Eiji…don’t…don’t stop,” Katsuki whimpers.

It shocks you how vulnerable he sounds right now and you’d be lying if you didn’t admit to liking it a lot more even beyond the toxin’s influence. His eyebrows are furrowed, he’s biting his lip, whining and blushing and craving more of Eiji’s touch. You wish for just a second that you could be the one making him look like that.

Eijirou grunts as Katsuki wraps a hand around his cock and he pushes his hips forward to fuck into his fist. You rub hard circles on your clit, legs tensing up as your walls clench around your own fingers. You can tell Eiji’s been trying to keep his cool, determined to be the one to help his best friend.

The way he grinds his teeth and bites his fist, the way the muscles in his neck flex, how his breath hitches, it’s delicious—you’ll admit it. The pleasure proves to be too strong for him though and he loses himself in the moment. He grabs Katsuki’s head, fisting his fingers into his hair.

“Suck, Katsuki,” he commands in a gruff tone and somehow it still has that loving Eiji likeness you’ve always known.

Katsuki opens his mouth immediately and takes Eiji’s cock down his throat. He moans around it, gagging as Eijirou continues to pleasure him, wet squelching paps echoing throughout the room.

Through hazy eyes you see Katsuki’s head bob up and down, pink lips wrapped tightly around Eijirou’s cock. He’s being so obedient, eager to please the man in front of him. You’re envious of the soft way Eiji holds Katsuki’s chiseled jaw, guiding his face closer and closer to the thick bush of black hair nestled around the base of his cock. Sweet praise drips like honey from Eiji’s lips and it only drives Katsuki to take more of him down his throat.

“So good Kats, you suck dick like a champ,” he says, patting his head.

Where you’re sure Katsuki would roll his eyes at the praise, and spit some comment back about always being a champ, he doesn’t. His reaction is foreign, like everything in this situation. This thought also excites you, the waves of arousal the toxin creates beat against your skull and you catch yourself moaning louder, and growing wetter.

Katsuki moans, almost whimpers like a puppy craving praise for performing a trick when Eiji pats his head. Sucking with more gusto, his face glistens with spit as he succumbs to the toxin’s libido-increasing fog.

You rub harder, pump your fingers faster and deeper inside yourself, clawing up to the cusp of your release. Adding another finger to your squishy cunt envelops the room in wet, lewd noises that drive the sensual atmosphere. Eiji throws his head back, his thick Adam’s apple bouncing in his throat, and he stops pumping Katsuki’s dick to hold in his impending orgasm.

You whine when Eiji pushes Katsuki onto his back on the bed and sits between his legs comfortably. A pitiful groan from Katsuki rings out in the room. The absence of Eiji’s hand on his cock makes him whiny. The massive redhead smirks a cocky grin, licking his lips as he looks at the naked body below him. Pink dusts his friend’s cheeks and he reluctantly pulls away from Eiji’s leaking tip, panting and grinding his teeth. It’s clear he wants more as he reaches out to run his hands down Eijirou’s abs.

“You want me Katsuki?” Eijirou asks in a husky voice.

It takes everything in you not to answer instead. You want his hands on you, you want Katsuki’s feverish kisses down your body, anything to make the white hot pain in your belly and cunt go away.

Katsuki can only groan in response. He looks at you with your fingers shoved in your cunt, breasts heaving up and down as you stare into both of their eyes. His eyes are sullen and desperate when he looks at you. Is he contemplating refusing? His brows furrow in frustration and he grunts a painful affirmation as if he’s made his mind up about something.

“Y…yeah…fuck, just make the pain go away,” he hisses through his teeth.

His voice is agony, defeated, full of suffering but littered with desire. He wants Eiji, but he doesn’t like that he wants him and you can hear it in every pained syllable he grunts out. Lack of control has always been frightening to him, you’ve known this for a while now. It can’t be easy on him to know that he’s begging for his best friend to fuck him especially considering...

Suddenly nothing else matters to you other than holding him. You’re ashamed of your previous selfish thoughts and decide you won’t let the toxin fuck with your head like that again. You crawl over, the pain in his voice forcing you to abandon your own orgasm. Your own plight is a floating memory in the wind, cast aside for something more important.

Pushing the ravenous need to be stuffed full of either of them aside, you focus on his grimace. Your hands are glistening with your own juices and when you reach Katsuki and hold his face in your hands, he inhales sharply. He tries to move away from you, clawing at the blankets so he doesn’t kiss or lick or take you right here. You don’t notice that Eiji has moved to grab the tiny bottle of lube the two of you keep in the nightstand.

He coats two of his thick fingers in lube, but Katsuki’s gaze stays fixed on you. You rub his hair, trying to calm him and let him know touching you is ok. He’s growling low, pupils blown as he gives in and litters kisses up your wrists. You break his stare to look at Eijirou again and right as he pushes his finger into Katsuki’s puckered hole, you give him an affirming nod.

Katsuki groans when he feels Eijirou’s finger plunge inside his tight heat. He hisses and grunts, grabbing his own cock and pumping it feverishly. The veins in his forehead and neck are so prominent he looks as if he’ll explode from the pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Ei...feels so fucking good… don’t stop… please.” he begs.

He pulls your hand to his lips and sucks the slick from your fingers. His eyes roll so far in his skull you can only see white. Drool drips from the side of his mouth and when Eiji adds another finger, he moans and swirls his tongue around your digits. “You...you taste so good… fuck I’m… sorry Ei…”

“Shh it’s ok Katsu,” you say in a soft whisper.

Eijirou focuses on pumping his finger in and out, hooking it up to hit a spot that makes Katsu sing with delicious praise and pathetic mewls. He looks relieved, so incredibly relieved that his friend is no longer in pain and again it is a poignant reminder of how amazing the man you love is.

Katsu’s cock twitches and your mouth waters. Grinding your teeth and trying to push down the ache in your cunt again, you quickly move Katsuki’s hand from his own cock and wrap your fist around it tightly. You’re determined to help him too and you’re relieved when he doesn’t push you away from him. He thrust his hips up into your grip, red mushroomed head peeking out the top of your fist with every lithe movement.

Pulsing heat in your hand, Katsuki’s cock seems to grow harder and harder. You watch his face grow redder, his voice raspier, and yet the more he climbs the mountain of pleasure, the more pain he seems to be in. Eijirou curses under his breath while pumping his own dick and coating it in his own precum.

He speaks through clenched teeth, “Come on Kats, I know you can do it. Come for me. You’re doing so well.”

Soft praise and gentle caresses from Eiji’s rough hands makes Katsuki convulse in pleasure. You didn’t know how susceptible he was to praise. Big strong Katsu always assured you he wasn’t weak and didn’t need anything, capable of protecting you from every danger.

You swallow a lump in your throat then join Eiji in the praise.

“So good Katsu. You’re so strong and brave, my strong man, my hero,” you whisper sweetly. Somehow your sweet voice is enough to send Katsuki over the edge.

You tighten your grip as Katsuki thrusts up into your palm one last time before shooting hot ropes of cum all over his abs and your hand. As he catches his breath, you watch it pool in the creases of his abs, watch how his body twitches in pleasure and how he mumbles something to himself you can’t make out.

You have to talk yourself out of licking the milky warm substance from your fingers like it’s ice cream twice. Instead, you clean your hand on the comforter and pull his head close to your naked chest. His usual spiky blonde bangs are flattened against his forehead and you brush them away and kiss it delicately. He’s trembling now and looks up at Eiji like he’s going to cry.

“Why isn’t it working?” you implore desperately, clutching the suffering man closer to you.

Eijirou looks at you, red eyes running down your body and landing on your puffy lips and glistening cunt. Then he looks at Katsuki, squeezing his eyes shut and burying his head between your tits. The veins coursing through his forehead and neck pulse like a strong heartbeat.

When a deep sigh echoes through the room and you catch the torment on your lover’s face, it feels like the world has stopped. A somber realization bellows in the silence of the room.

“Eiji? W...what’s wrong?”

“Not gonna lie, I hoped that making him cum was the answer. It’s clear what has to happen now,” he states.

He reaches out to you and almost instantly you move toward him before you realize you’re still clutching Katsuki. The minute he touches you, the white hot pain you’d been trying to ignore, ignites all over your body and blood pumps aggressively down to your cunt.

It’s as if someone is pushing your head under the toxin’s waves again and holding you there. Like a spell has been cast over your body, it moves on its own. You gasp at his heated touch and crawl to him eagerly, forgetting Katsuki entirely as he writhes and grips the comforter with deadly force.

You plaster your lips against Eiji’s, tongue pushing into his mouth and he groans like a man tasting food for the first time in years. His hand wraps around the back of your head and you purr against his lips.

You taste yourself on his tongue, tangy and briny and mixed with his sweet flavor; it’s euphoric. It feels so good to be kissing him again, his lips moving against yours just like you remembered; his tongue flicks against your teeth, he nibbles your bottom lip and scratches your neck gently. He feels like home. Like it’s where you’ve always belonged.

“Eiji, I missed you...want… want you please…” you whine against his lips.

You don't even sound like you anymore, is this purely the toxin’s work? Concentration on anything other than fucking proves more than difficult in this one moment. He pulls your reluctant body back to stare into your eyes and you’re clawing at the air, desperate to hold him again. He shakes you slightly, trying to bring your focus back to him and it’s the most serious you’ve ever seen him look.

“I know, pretty girl, I promised I’d help you, didn’t I?” he asks in a sweet voice and you nod.

“You gotta do what I say ok? Everything I say, and I’ll make it go away,” he says, pushing your hair away from your face tenderly. His thumb runs over your cheek, wiping away the tears you just realized were flowing.

“Yes… yes everything. I’ll listen,” you say, kissing the edges of his lip and jaw, drunk on his love and agreeing to anything that will make him fill you with his thick cock.

He sighs again, drops a hand to wrap around your waist, and looks at Katsuki who’s watching the two of you with a hint of envy in his grim frown.

“Katsuki, come here, she needs you.”

Both you and Katsuki stare bewildered at Eijirou as he holds a hand out to him. The blonde stares angrily at him. Then puffs up his chest and shakes his head violently.

“No fucking way.”

“Don’t you wanna feel her?” he replies simply.

His voice is surprisingly calm, like he’s not discussing the idea of Katsuki fucking the woman he loves. It’s strange, unnatural but then again, so is this entire situation. Of course Eiji would put his own feelings aside to stop both you and his best friend from suffering.

Katsuki doesn’t say anything. His eyes flash over to you and the way your tits move as your chest heaves up and down, your hard nipples, and finally the tuft of hair that covers what he can only guess is the best pussy he'll ever feel in his life. He looks away quickly, swallowing the truth and burying it deep inside of him.

“Don’t ask me that, Ei,” he grunts. His fists turn white as he grips his thighs, trying not to look at you. He hangs his head in shame.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

It comes out as a sarcastic chuckle and both you and Katsuki know it’s a cover for the hurt he feels.

“N...no Eiji…” you speak through your teeth, the pain of the toxin burning your insides. The potency clouds your vision again, or perhaps it’s the curtain of tears in your eyes.

“Ei…you don’t gotta do this.”

“Man just shut up and do it. She could die and I can’t do anything to save her! The alien thing wanted to mate with her and I think it’s still in me so I can’t…I can’t do it… it has to be you,” His voice breaks and you can see him struggling to finish the sentence. It rips your heart in two.

“You owe me, man.”

You hear Eijirou sniffle, his whole body is trembling as he holds you close to his chest. Yet his face is turned away from you, like he’s ashamed. He doesn’t have to say anything more about what Katsuki owes him. Katsuki’s eyes grow wide and he’s no longer focused on the pain in his stomach. He looks so anguished and confused, and conflicted.

There’s silence for too long, or what feels like too long in your clouded lustful haze. Eijirou’s next sentence breaks the silence and Katsuki reluctance.

“I’ll never forgive you if she dies, Katsuki. So man up and do it!” He explodes, thin red brows pointed angrily down as he snarls like a dangerous wild animal. He’s never looked that angry but you suppose, he’s never had a reason to.

Until now.

A torturous wail rips through the tense atmosphere and you’re surprised when you realize it came from you. There isn’t a word in existence to describe everything you’re feeling right now. Your body trembles, your crying is intermingled with desperation as you squeeze your thighs together.

Your vision goes in and out, unaware of who’s touching you anymore but the hands grip your hips and gently persuade you to lie on your back. Muffled voices sound like underwater conversation in your ears. You’re under the waves again, the toxin blocking out all your senses and enhancing the only thing needed to breed: your libido.

You puff your cheeks and grind your teeth, shutting your eyes tightly and trying to focus on anything but the heat between your legs. How you desperately wish for one of them to cool you down, fill your aching cunt with their seed. There’s suddenly hands on your face, dragging down the sensitive skin of your neck and you shiver and shriek.

“Please… please… it hurts… I need…” you don’t know who you’re talking to but at this point it doesn’t matter. All you crave is relief.

“Hey Sweets…it’s ok…” a voice breathes softly against your collarbone.

You feel soft lips kiss your burning skin and there’s instant relief. You crane your head to the side, exposing more of your neck and groaning. Your eyes are still closed but the voice brings instant comfort, a warmth that feels like soup warming your bones after a cold day. It’s gravelly, the edges of it jagged but sweet and vulnerable.

It hits you then. You know this voice. You’d know it anywhere.

“Katsu,” you breathe and he groans an affirmation when you pull him closer and wrap your legs around his waist.

Your fingers curl into his hair and you kiss his shoulder, nibble his neck, whine like a pitiful little baby searching for its mother.

“I’m here…unf… you’re already so wet for me baby…” he speaks against your collarbone and you can feel his arm slipping between your pressed bodies to swipe against your clit.

When you jerk and lift your hips to feel more of his alleviating stroke, he moves with you, grinding his rock hard dick through your folds. Like a synchronized dance between lovers, your bodies respond to each other naturally.

“Katsu… please make…make it stop… please it hurts,” you beg and plead and cry so much you feel like your throat will go raw.

A cold droplet—a tear you think—on your cheek makes your eyes shoot open and suddenly you’re staring into ruby irises. He's panting, his face is red and drenched in sweat. His tongue hangs out of his mouth like he’s hungry and ready to taste you.

He’s beautiful, he’s always been beautiful. You reach a hand up to brush against his cheek and he kisses your wrist, flicking his tongue to lick it, then bites down, leaving a mark.

“I‘ve wanted you for so long… I’m… oh shit…” he pauses, squeezes his eyes shut at you grinding against his cock, then he mutters a scolding curse to himself before continuing.

“I’m gonna save you and I’m gonna fuck you good, ok? Not just cuz of this fucking toxin. But because…because I…” he pauses again then finishes, ”I'm gonna take care of you,” he says through clenched teeth.

Your heart is beating fast, every thought of your feelings for him pulsing through your body. He lines the tip of his fat cock up with your entrance, a trembling breath escaping him at the anticipation of finally feeling you. He pushes your hair off of your forehead, balancing himself up on his elbows and holding your wide eyed stare.

He taps his cock on your puffy clit three times, garnering your complete attention. “Look at me. Don’t you look away, ya hear me? I told you I’d save you, yeah? I keep my promises. So look at me when I fuck you, ok?” he growls.

He almost shoots a load of cum all over your stomach when your eyes sparkle and you gaze up at him like he’s the only man you’ve ever loved.

“Yes, Katsu.”

You’re sure you see heaven when Katsuki finally pushes into you. You feel the delicious stretch pulling you open as he plunges slowly inside of you. The sound that rumbles from deep within him awakens some primal instinct in you. When he brushes against your cervix, fully cemented inside of your weeping cunt, you dig your nails into his back and hold him there, clenching to make sure he stays.

“Oh shit baby, you… you feel better than anything I’ve ever imagined… fuck… gonna move now…” he says adjusting himself to pull his hips back and snap back into you.

“Yes, yes fuck me. Katsu please,” you chant.

As he strikes up a pace, your mind clouds with only one purpose. Breed. His head is buried in the crook of your neck as he fucks into you, driving into your velvety walls deeper and deeper. He grunts between each thrust and growls like an animal with visceral instincts as he pummels your sloppy cunt.

“Mmm, so good, so good…thank..you…” you whine.

You’re wailing in pleasure, squeezing your eyes shut as the heat in your belly subsides and intensifies the glorious ecstasy of Katsuki’s thick cock stretching your pussy with every drive of his hips. You’re biting into his shoulder and he’s pushing your legs back against your body, angling himself to feel more of you and drown in your essence.

If you’re witnessing heaven during this moment, it must look like every single moment you’ve spent with Katsuki since the invasion. You can see every moment so clearly, feel every one of his past caresses, smell his musky scent when he pushed you behind him to shield you from an enemy.

“Mine… all mine right now… fuck…want to pump you full of my babies,” he’s panting into the crook of your neck, warm breath driving a delicious tingle up your spine. Right now, the thought of being full and round with his child is a dream come true.

You remember the way his large arms wrapped around you when he thought he’d lost you once during a scavenge for food. And lastly, you can feel the rough pads of his fingertips dragging over your skin as you slept peacefully in his arms at the end of another day. You remember his warm breath washing over your face as you drifted off to sleep and the thing he whispered under his breath when he thought you were lost in your dreams.

I love you.

Your eyes pop open as the convoluted knot of eroticism and emotions starts to unravel quickly inside of you. Suddenly your vision is clear as you hold Katsuki's burning body against yours.

This man loves you. He always has, and he is not only fucking you right now, he’s pouring all that love into you. It’s a beautiful act, but you can’t shake the fact that something is wrong. You care for him too, that much is absolutely clear but there’s something, one tiny strand that holds you back from plunging face first into the love that this man has bestowed upon you.

And then your budding orgasm is snatched from you in an instant and you know what needs to happen.

“Unf… ‘M gonna fill you up Sweets, oh fuck!”

Katsuki’s hips stutter and he presses down on your legs as he pumps you full of so much cum you feel like your belly is swelling. You dig your nails into his ass, holding him inside you as he trembles, painting your insides with thick oozing cum. He rasps a string of curses followed by your name before he collapses down on top of you.

White milky seed oozes slowly out the sides of your ruined cunt and froths around the base of Katsuki’s cock as he slowly continues to drag against your walls, spreading the cum around inside you and locking it in.

He kisses you then, out of the haze of the toxin. His face is smooth, the torturous pained expression absent and he thankfully looks as if he’s back to normal.

You return his kiss, giving in to your feelings for him and sighing at the way his tongue pushes past your lips and rubs against your teeth. He’s soft but frantic, as if he knows this could be the last time he ever gets to kiss you like this.

When he parts from your lips, he continues littering kisses down the side of your face, your cheeks, your jawline and finally back around to your lips again. It isn’t until he stops rutting against your cum covered walls that the pain from the toxin starts up again.

“You okay, Sweets?” he whispers, trying to catch his breath.

He’s mortified when he sees you shake your head and writhe in pain underneath him.

“Fuck! Ei, it didn’t work!” he shouts over his shoulder.

Eijirou’s hands are on you in a second, holding your face as you squeeze your eyes shut in pain. Katsuki is still embedded inside you and his cock twitches as you clench around him, pulling for more pleasure to ease the pain. You try to communicate your new discovery, you can’t come with just one of them, not while you know the other is hurting. It’s painfully clear.

Eijirou is trying to get you to look at him, whispering quick comforting words against your ear while Katsuki pulls out of you and you scream in pain from the absence. You try to still your rapid breathing, focus on what you need to tell them both. You swallow the scream bubbling up inside you and grit through your teeth.

“Need… need you...both… both of you… please… please,” you cry, tears staining your face.

Eijirou looks tortured; his brows furrow and you see tears streaming down his face.

“I can’t baby…I can’t… it'll… it’ll mate with you… I can’t.” His whole body is shaking as he crouches over you, holding your shaking body. The way he looks right now hurts more than the toxin but again you try to shove it aside to get your point across.

You put your fingers to your lips, moan a little and wet them before tugging his arm and looking him in the eye.

“Eiji please I want you. Want you here,“ you say, tapping your lips.

His eyes grow wide when he understands and when you look toward Katsuki and beckon to him as well, the idea seems to click in both of their minds.

“Fuck… you’re gonna make me hard again sweets,” Katsuki grunts through his teeth and when you whimper out a small “more Katsu”, both he and Eiji quickly move into position.

Katsuki lies on his back as Eijirou lifts you and places you down to straddle Katsuki’s thighs. You feel his cock, now hard and standing at attention against your ass. Eiji positions himself in front of you, cock already dripping pre against your lips. You lick them and moan and he holds your face in his hulking hands.

At the same time Katsuki lifts you and splits you on his cock, you take Eijirou’s thick member down your throat. Everyone moans all at once and this one action digs deep into your pleasure receptors. You’re all moving as one now, moaning and fucking together. Katsuki lifts his hips up into your hot heat and you moan loud and dirty around Eiji’s cock.

The taste of him excites you, the smell of him makes you wetter, the way you have to drop your jaw more to fit your mouth around his sizable dick is like a dream. And the way he’s looking at you, it’s exactly what the alien invader was missing when it pretended to be him. His undying love for you, is mirrored in your eyes as he looks down at his cock bulging in your throat.

“That’s my pretty girl, your mouth feels so fucking good, baby. I’m gonna cum down your throat,” Eiji pants amidst the wet gagging and the sloppy lewd slaps of Katsuki pounding into your cunt.

You’re jaded by the pleasure of the two men you love fucking you senseless. All logic flies out of the window. Fuck the aliens, fuck this entire situation, fuck your feelings or Katsuki’s feelings or Eiji’s feelings. Nothing else matters except what you want. And what you want is to be filled to the brim with Eijirou’s cum.

You can hardly control yourself when you pull away from his dick, a string of spit keeping you connected to him and look up into his eyes. You wrap both of your hands around his cock and he rocks his hips, slotting it between them.

Looking up at him, face covered in spit and cum, eyes shining brightly, he doesn’t think he’s ever seen you look so beautiful. But when you utter the next sentence he’s caught off guard, eyes wide as he stares down at you.

“Please Eiji… I want your cum. I want it. I want all of it. Don’t care about the aliens. I just want you.”

You can see his resolve crashing, crumbling like the walls of Jericho. All the logical arguments of being bred for the invaders tumbles out of his mind with every drag of his cock into your tight little fists. His eyes darken and he moves quickly, crawling down to where Katsuki is pushing up into your cunt. His balls slap against your ass like he’s punishing you, loud and sloppy as your slick makes them glisten.

Eiji grabs the little bottle of lube and pushes your body down so your forehead is touching Katsuki’s. Katsuki doesn’t pause his ministrations but he stretches to get a glimpse at what Eiji is doing. His eyes grow wide and then darken with lust when he puts it together. He grabs the back of your head and stares into your eyes as he slows his pace for just a moment.

“Be a good girl ok? Oi, look at me. Me and Ei, we’re gonna make you feel good, yeah? We’re gonna take care of you,” he coos in a husky voice.

You nod feverishly then smash your lips against his.

Cool slippery liquid slips down the crease of your ass and Eijirou’s thick finger is playing with your puckered hole. You hear him spit behind you and a blob of liquid slides through your cheeks. It’s filthy, so fucking filthy yet you poke your ass out and mewl for more.

He swirls the lube and Katsuki’s cum up and down your ass, messy squelching as he teases the entrance. Your eyes shoot open and you jerk up and away from his finger. Katsuki stills your body, digging his finger into your hips and smashing your face harder into his lips.

“It’s ok baby, relax. We’ll take care of you,” he hums against your lips.

You clear your mind, relaxing and putting your trust into the capable hands of the two men you would give your life for.

Eiji’s finger is long and thick, and when he pushes into your tight hole, you wince. He presses up against Katsuki’s cock pumping in and out of you and it makes your body go numb. He slowly moves in and out of your hole, adding another finger when your moans soften.

Both you and Katsuki tremble and shake with high pitched moans when Eijirou starts at the seam of Katsuki’s heavy balls and licks where he’s inserted inside your pussy, sucking the base of it and tasting his cum and your slick. He continues moving the tip of his tongue up until he’s licking your asshole, teasing it again.

You’re in bliss. Katsuki rocks against your sweet spot, grunting and pulling you down on his cock roughly. His fingers dig into your thick hips, and he bites your neck as he keeps your body pressed against his. With Eiji’s fingers in your ass and Katsuki pounding into your cunt, you feel weightless. Nothing could feel better than this moment.

Suddenly, Eiji pulls his finger from your ass, muttering something about being ready now. A sound you’ve never heard come from Eijirou rips throughout the room. A feral growl that borders on animalistic as he rubs the tip of his cock against your ass. You’re breathing heavy, still lost in the pleasure and placing sloppy kisses over Katsuki’s jaw.

When you feel the tip of Eiij’s cock at your ass, you pause and look back over your shoulder at him in apprehension. He’s thick and long. His dick is flushed, tip blushing as red as his hair. It’s throbbing in his hand like it has a mind of its own. The thick vein on the underside, the one you used to love feeling drag against the ridges of your pussy, looks threatening now that you think about it being stuffed inside your asshole.

He runs a large hand up your spine and grabs the back of your neck, pulls you up and curls over to kiss you passionately on the lips. Katsuki stops moving his hips and licks his lips as he watches the two of you with a wily grin.

Time seems to stand still when he pulls away from your lips and stares into your clouded eyes. “I love you,” he says softly and you nod in agreement. “I’ll be gentle baby. Do you trust me?”

You swoon at his sweet voice, he’s always able to hypnotize you with his charm. It’s one thing you love about him. You nod slowly. You’d agree to anything he said right now.

Your heart beats quickly and you clench again around Katsuki’s cock. He reaches up to massage your tits and whispers something about relaxing. Then Eiji pushes you forward and eases into you, slowly hissing as your ass stretches and sucks him in.

It hurts, it’s too much, way too much, but you don’t dare tell him to stop. You cry out, shut your eyes tight and bite into Katsuki’s shoulder as he wraps his strong arms around you.

He’s cooing soft words in your ear, licking and biting your earlobe, telling you how well you’re doing but his voice sounds so far away. All you can focus on is Eiji’s massive throbbing cock in your ass and Katsuki's twitching dick in your pussy.

Eiji’s groaning like a mad man, words stringing together so much it sounds like he’s speaking another language entirely but he praises the way you take him in. When he’s finally sheathed himself inside you, all three of you let out an exasperated whine.

You’ve never felt this full and you swear his dick is in your fucking stomach. The thought of being stuffed with both of their cum ignites the painful primal attraction to be bred again.

You scream as the heat inside you flares and burns your insides, “Move Eiji! Fuck!”

He’s always been in the business of giving you what you want and if you want his cum he’ll give it to you. He takes a deep breath, gives Katsuki a reaffirming look and they both start to pump inside of you slowly.

You can’t see, you can’t speak, all that matters right now is the sensation of both of their cocks ruining your insides.

You hear Katsuki grunt, “Shit, Ei, I can feel you inside her. Oh fuck, fuck you’re huge.”

Eijirou only responds by plunging himself deeper inside of you. He leans over you, his chest flush with your back and his cheek resting on your head.

“Gonna fill you up, babe. Gonna fill you up so you never forget me. Never,” Eiji moans and your entire body is shaking. The pain subsides into pleasure as your ass gapes around Eiji’s cock.

He drives his hips so roughly into your ass both you and Katsuki’s bodies thrust from the momentum. Slick, cum, spit, and lube create a concoction of lust and filth that string and web between your bodies as both men lose themselves in the hypnotic pleasure.

“I love you! I love you!” you scream and neither man knows which one you’re talking to but it doesn’t matter because you’re experiencing each other as one.

Your tongue hangs out the side of your mouth, drool dripping thick and wet down your chin, your eyes roll to the back of your head and you’re mewling again like a helpless baby.

Again you climb up the mountainous peak of pleasure but this time, you plunge over the edge full force. Your cunt spasms, you cry out so loud your voice goes hoarse and you see stars dancing in your vision. You squirt all over Katsuki’s dick and it’s the first time you’ve ever done this in your life. There’s a sharp pain on your shoulder and something warm dribbles down your arm.

Both men shoot wave after wave of hot sticky cum into both of your holes, and you feel like an inflated balloon as you collapse on top of Katsuki, spent and oozing white down your ruined cunt and thighs. Eiji detaches his sharp teeth from the shoulder he bit into as he painted your insides white. He kisses sensually down your spine as Katsuki holds you close to him, eyes shut and catching his breath.

The pain is finally gone, nothing but a distant memory and when Eiji picks you up to cradle your bruised body against his chest, you tear up again at the sound of his strong heartbeat. All of your limbs are tingling, your legs and pussy ache, you can barely keep your eyes open but you do to hold his beautiful face in your memory forever.

Katsuki walks over to the two of you, holding what looks like the red curtains hanging on the sliding doors. He tosses it to Eiji, quickly wipes his body off, and redresses in the corner across the room.

It’s silent as Eiji wraps you up in the curtain, gently wiping the blood from the bite mark on your shoulder and keeping you close to him. He’s so warm, huge hulking chest and arms wrapped protectively around you and you wish, no pray, that you can stay like this forever. Of course, that will never be the case.

“Hey…” Katsuki’s voice rings out in the silence. “I’m sorry for that. I… I know I’m a fucking scumbag for falling for a woman who was already taken. ’Specially one who was taken by my best friend.”

He struggles over every syllable, he hangs his head again, and doesn't dare look you or Eiji in the eye. Your stomach flips inside of you as your instincts kick in and you reach a hand out to comfort him.

“N..no…” you say weakly.

Eiji chuckles and it’s a beautiful sound, warm and loving and thrust you back to the time before everything went to shit.

“Aww come on man, don’t be such a downer!” he says laughing. Disbelief slowly makes its way onto Katsuki’s face and suddenly he’s back to his normal Katsuki pout and scowl.

Eijirou looks down to you in his arms now, love swimming in his eyes as he strokes your cheek softly. “It’s understandable. She makes it hard not to fall in love with her.”

Katsuki shakes his head and growls. “I woulda never done anything though Ei. You gotta know that. I ain’t in the business of fucking my best friend’s girl ok?”

“I get it man. You don’t gotta keep beating yourself up over this.”

This time he reaches out to Katsuki, and you stretch your neck to turn to look at him across the room with big pleading eyes. You see his ruby irises flicker to Eiji’s hand and then settle on your eyes before he sighs and takes two big strides over to you both. He bends down on one knee and grasps your hand, pulling it to rub against his cheek as he shuts his eyes and basks in the feeling of your soft skin against his.

“If you really wanna make it up to me you’ll make sure she stays alive and keep her safe,” Eijirou jokes, but Katsuki doesn’t let a second pass before he mutters back.

“I promise.”

Everything feels complete with your hand on his cheek and Eijirou's heartbeat booming in your ears. You sigh and close your eyes, taking in the small reprieve from danger. But just as quickly as the moment starts it’s brought to a swift end when all of you hear thumping downstairs.

“Shit! More of those things are coming!” Katsuki hisses.

Your heart speeds up and you feel Eiji’s fingers dig into your arms as his grip tightens protectively around you. He stares at the door of the bedroom with a frown, listening closely to the footsteps. Then he looks at you reluctantly, and you know what he’s thinking.

“No. No Eiji, come with us. Please,” you beg, holding him tightly. He kisses your forehead, closing his eyes as he lips press hard against your sweat drenched skin.

“I don’t know if the thing is truly gone or not. I’d be putting you more at risk,” he says to you tenderly.

He’s crying with you, tear drops falling onto your cheeks and lashes. One falls onto your lips and you lick the salty droplet before he bends down and kisses you deeply.

It’s the same kiss he gave you before he pushed you into Katsuki’s arms and sacrificed himself to make sure the two of you stayed safe. The night you thought lost him forever.

His teeth bump messily against yours and you lift up to run your fingers through his hair. You can feel your heart breaking again, shattering into tiny little pieces as his lips move against yours. You don’t want to let him go, afraid that if you do, this truly will be the last time you ever see him.

He pulls away from your lips then quickly carries you and places you into Katsuki’s arms. Katsuki cradles you against his chest, holds you tight and protectively, yet he doesn’t stop you from reaching out to grab Eijirou's arm.

“You gotta be brave for me, pretty girl. Let Kats take care of you. Will ya do that for me?” he says kissing your knuckles.

Through your tears you see your world crumbling, yet it’s still bright when he smiles reassuringly at you. Even if you don't believe everything will be ok, when Eiji smiles, the darkest nights shine brighter than the sun.

You nod, wiping away your tears as he looks at Katsuki and gives a quick nod toward the window. “Find any other survivors outside of the city, get her out of here, and promise me you’ll keep her safe.”

Katsuki bolsters you against his body with one arm, amazingly strong as he balances all your weight on his bicep, and reaches his hand out to Eiji with a determined grin.

“I will and I fucking promise, we’ll come back for you Ei. I ain’t leaving you here to die.”

He grasps his forearm tightly, fiery devotion blazing in his eyes. Then he readjusts his hold on you and quickly shuffles over to the window. The footsteps get closer as they bound up the stairs to the apartment.

Katsuki hurries and steps onto the balcony. Your eyes never leave Eiji’s. He stands at the window watching the two of you escape.

Before you’re out of hearing range you yell to him, ”I'll love you forever!”

You’re sure you’ll see him again, Katsuki will make sure of it. He promised him, the two of you will come back and save him. You will or you’ll die trying.

You take a deep breath of the chilly morning air, wipe the remaining tears from your face, and take one last look at the window slowly becoming smaller as you and Katsuki escape.

We’ll come back for you Eiji. I promise, you think to yourself. The last thing you see is his big toothy smile before he shuts the sliding door and turns to face the enemy.

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Epilogue

Eijirou rolls his neck, grabbing his discarded pants from the floor and slipping them up his hulking frame. He stretches his limbs, turning away from the window to face the door of the bedroom intensely. He takes a deep breath, in and out as if readying himself for something big coming.

Salty iron sits on his tongue and he smacks his lips when he remembers how hard he bit into your shoulder. A ghostly shiver of pleasure runs down his spine when he remembers how tight you were around his cock. A shame he couldn’t experience your weeping cunt, but all’s fair in love and war.

Or...whatever that stupid human saying is.

He rolls his eyes when his partner strolls into the room, Denki, he believes this one is called.

“Took you all long enough, what was the hold up? I told you when you heard me speak in our language, wait a few minutes then make your way up!” he scolds, crossing his arms over his chest.

The blonde man, Denki—yes he’s sure now that’s what this one is called—sighs and puts his hand behind his head sheepishly.

“Yeah well, a lot of us got caught up and couldn’t really hear you over all the screaming and grunting. Is that really what it sounds like when they mate?” he asks, a hint of disgust in his expression.

Eijirou laughs and slaps a huge hand over his back. “You’ll understand when it’s your turn to find a woman and mate with her.”

Denki looks confused, he blinks at Eijirou, raising an eyebrow. “So you did mate with her? Then what was that big show of pretending the host was in charge again? And why are you letting them go?”

“I didn’t mate yet, but don’t worry. I’ll have my chance again very soon. And so will all of you. But first, they are gonna lead us to all the survivors. And once they do, the assimilation will finally be complete. Our species will be saved from extinction.”

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Bewitch

Pairings: Osamu x F!Reader x Atsumu; Miyacest WC: 7.4k Genre/Warnings: smut, fairytale retelling (Hansel and Gretel), magic au, dubcon/noncon, incest (miyacest), fear, knife, monster, bondage, snuff, vore, gore/blood, object insertion, body horror, a bit of size, tummy bulge, oral (m.receiving), anal (m. receiving), masturbation (f. & m.), voyeurism, arson...

Summary: The unexpected guests at your cottage have a mysterious past and hidden agenda. Will they allow you to accompany them on their journey?

Travelers are advised not to spend the night in the Dark Woods. It's said that beyond the last hiking trail, past a brook, lives an Evil Witch. That witch is vile and merciless; often, fools lost in the woods are never seen again. It's said that she must be over 800 years old, feeding off of the essences of children and young men unfortunate enough to cross her paths. It’s said that she even eats fellow witches. No one really knows. After all, no one who has seen her has lived to tell the tale.

It's been a few months since your teacher has left you to fend for yourself here in the woods—your first time alone during this apprenticeship. She said she had to attend a big conference with a whole bunch of other grand witches. You asked if you could tag along, but she insisted that you stay and watch the cottage. The lack of company is about to drive you insane so you often resort to conversing with yourself or the forest itself.

The soft moss muffles the sound of your footsteps as you begin the trek back home, a faint off-trail path away from the main road that no one else would usually notice. On any other day, you would just go home without a fuss, but loneliness makes people do some bizarre and odd things. For instance, the desperate longing for companionship leads to you dropping a not-so-hidden trail of fancy pebbles to inadvertently lead someone to your abode.

For most travelers, going off-trail is akin to a death sentence as any wrong turn might lure them into the forest's deadly maze. Not for you though, you know this place very well: every fallen tree, overturned log, the wanted signs nailed to the trunk...

Wait. A wanted sign?

You can make out from your distance that there are two heads on it, but the details are fuzzy, and the bounty looks smudged. Before you can get a closer look, you hear the birds caw in the trees, signaling the beginning of sunset. You pull your attention away from the poster and continue on to your way home.

The cottage is extremely cozy and warm. The windows are bejeweled and the door is solid wood. You live here comfortably with your teacher, after all, learning about the principles of magic and what it means to be a witch. It's much more than curses and spells, as your teacher would tell you, witches have character and a moral compass. Although there are certainly those who decide to experiment with the darker arts.

While you get a fire going in the huge furnace and boil some water on the stovetop, you hear two voices squabbling outside followed by three raps on the door. You're stunned by the noise, turning to face the shut door wondering if you were just dreaming about the noise. Is it? Visitors? No, you must have heard wrong.

"'Samu, I bet it's a farce, let's not." The voice sounds both tired and weary, almost out of breath.

"Let me just try again, I can smell a working kitchen in there, someone is definitely there," another voice insists. Three more knocking sounds. "Excuse me! Is the owner of the house available? My brother and I followed a path of colored stone and came upon your establishment...could you spare us some water? A bite of food?"

Two men, though they sound friendly. You're frozen in the kitchen, staring at the door that remains between you and the strangers.

"Is there someone home?" The second voice tries again. "Please, my brother is not feeling very well."

Your initial wariness for the stranger melts when you hear about the brother, which does not sound like a lie based on the raspy voice you first hear. A witch's character is fundamentally kind to all sentient beings, especially those in need. But you're still nervous, so you end up grabbing a metal ladle before carefully going to open the door. When you crack the door open, you see a pair of twins. Beautiful men, one blonde and one grey-haired. The former, with a quirky grin, although his eyes certainly look lackluster. But the other seems like he's at the right place, eyes peering past you into your home, fixated on your kitchen.

"I'm Osamu. And this," he gestures to his twin, "is my brother Atsumu. We're a bit lost, you see."

You nod your head in a casual greeting and introduce yourself as the resident apprentice at this cottage. As a good host should, you open the door to the weary guests preparing to welcome them in.

"Are we welcomed in?" Osamu asks, not moving from his spot. Atsumu isn’t budging either, arms crossed and only looking at you from the corner of his eye, waiting for your answer.

Without giving much thought you nod and open the door wider. "Both of you are most welcomed in."

"Then we thank you for your hospitality," Osamu says, taking a step inside, dragging his twin with him.

Words, especially spoken words carry power and hold intent. And a witch's words, no matter how careless they slip out, contain magic. Welcome, as you say. So welcome, they are.

You shut the door behind them and prepare to go give your first-ever guests some water. When you turn around, you notice Osamu already in the kitchen, the sleeves of his tunic rolled up past his elbows.

"Your food is about to burn. Heat's too high," he tells you, expertly taking control of the sizzling pots and pans. "I got it, don't worry."

Feeling flustered at the faint smell of scorching food, you hurry over to see if you can be of any assistance. "Let me help out."

"No, it's quite alright."

How can a host let her guests do all the work like that? And the first company in a while too! What an utter failure.

"How—" you try to argue back, but you're cut off by Atsumu tugging on your wrist, dragging you over to the sofa in the corner.

"Don't worry about him, he loves to cook." Atsumu brushes out the wisps of his bangs with a huff. "And actually quite good at it. Anything that goes through his hands...well, in short, all become part of his design."

Like his twin, Atsumu's frame is broad and huge, but there is a quality of emptiness of sorts. Osamu's shoulders are wide but there's more substance to it, whereas Atsumu's form seems contained. You can't help but use your learnings to see if you can figure out just what's off about Atsumu. He's slowly walking around the living room and studying the portraits hanging on the wall. He picks up a frame that is set above the fireplace and comments, "None of these are you. How come?"

"Oh, they're my teacher. I'm just a witch-in-training at the moment, so—"

"A witch?" Atsumu questions, clenching the frame tightly. His hands begin to shake, the glass under his thumb beginning to crack.

You did not expect Atsumu to display such a visceral reaction upon the mention of witches. After all, witches normally stayed far away from ordinary human society and when they do mix, it's often a role of healing. But the look that sparks in Atsumu's eyes, it's almost—feral.

"'Tsumu!" Osamu yells while stalking over quickly from the kitchen. He throws his arm around Atsumu's neck and drags him off into the shadows. You can't make out the muffled voices and deep growling noises that are coming from down the hall.

It's their private matter, so you go back to the kitchen. True enough, Osamu's hands are almost like magic. The bubbling pot of broth doesn't seem to be on the verge of overflowing, the onions caramelizing beautifully, filling the air with deliciousness.

Moments later, the twins come back. You notice that Osamu clothes are wrinkled from tugging Atsumu around, but at the very least, Atsumu is looking much better than before.

The three of you set the table for dinner. Osamu brings out the plates as though he knows the kitchen inside and out already. Atsumu comes emerging from the cellar with two bottles of fine wine that you didn't even know your teacher had stowed away. Surely, she wouldn't mind? With Osamu and Atsumu sitting to the left and right of you at the round table, it almost feels like a more familiar, cozier gathering between friends than a situation of a host and her guests.

They tell you that they have been traveling across the lands for a long time now, looking for a cure for Atsumu's illness. It reminds you of the hollow, repressed form you saw earlier and your curiosity gets the better of you. They don't tell you the nature of the malady, but what they do share is that they are looking for a witch to undo the curse on Atsumu, a result of dark witchcraft.

"I am a witch!" you exclaim, feeling your call to action at the moment. "Please, is there truly nothing for me to help to undo the spell?"

Osamu leans in close to you, and wipes a bit of sauce staining the corner of your lips with the pad of his thumb. He smiles. "We're looking for a very high-level witch. One day, maybe you'll get to the level of magic needed."

"You're too weak," Atsumu bluntly points out. You're sure Osamu means to say the same thing, but Atsumu's words are really sharp.

"I know," you sigh. "My teacher tells me that all the time. So, I'm really trying. I'm sure there's at least something I can do."

"I definitely think that. Don't be so hard on yourself," Osamu comforts. "Have you been living alone here for a long time?"

You feel two pairs of eyes glued onto you waiting for your answer. You smile reflexively before your eyes trail to the empty plate and carefully choose your words. "Yea. Just me and my teacher. She's a grand witch...maybe if you wait here for a few days, you can meet her when she comes back from her conference."

"We—"

"We'll be gone tomorrow!" Atsumu snaps, staring into Osamu's eyes.

Osamu doesn't pay any mind to Atsumu, and puts an extra piece of dessert onto your plate.

"We have a long way to go. Atsumu's condition isn't getting better, so we can't stop in one place for long."

It makes you a little sad, because you were hoping to spend some more time with the twins, both of whom you have grown fond of. Osamu and his gentleness. And even Atsumu, despite his quick remarks and outbursts, adds a particular spice to your mundane life.

"Maybe we'll bring you with us," Osamu comments lightly, "'Tsumu, wouldn't that be nice?"

"She'll just be dead weight," Atsumu retorts. You wonder if he absolutely hates you. Is that why he is always so against you being next to Osamu?

Osamu puts an arm around you and blows on the shell of your ear. It tickles and you can feel his body enveloping you. "But she's so sweet," he tells Atsumu and whispers into your ear, "Aren't you?"

You find your wandering gaze looking into his half-lidded grey eyes. His face is right next to you, lips just hovering barely five centimeters away. The overwhelming presence of him is undeniably alluring. Your breaths become shallow as your heart rate speeds up with desire.

"I'm exhausted! 'Samu you too. We're going to bed!" Atsumu drops the silverware onto his plate and stands up. He comes around the table, muttering curses under his breath. Atsumu grabs Osamu by the wrist and drags him off towards the guest bedroom you have shown them before.

You didn't quite catch Atsumu's angry mutters, but you hear "slut" and "harlot" thrown around a few times. Were they directed at you? No, you're not like that, you tell yourself. Atsumu must have been thinking that you are trying to seduce his twin. After you clear out the table, you decide to clear up any misunderstanding.

You tip-toe down the hall to the guest bedroom prepared to knock when you hear muffled sounds coming from inside. You carefully press your ears to the crevice of the door and clamp a hand around your mouth upon hearing the stream of moans.

"'Samu, 'Samu please, ah—"

That's Atsumu? Your eyes are wide and still trying to process the shock of what you're hearing. You tell yourself you shouldn't be here. You should not be listening to whatever is happening behind the closed door, but you can't help it. Hearing Atsumu's moans makes you want to squirm.

You slightly jump when you hear a slap, followed with a pleasured groan. The sound is so clean it feels as though the phantom hands are touching your own heated skin.

Osamu's chuckle nearly makes your knees weak.

"Don't get cocky, if it were any other day ngh—, any other day, I would be the one pushing you into the mattress."

Slap. "Shut up, cute 'Tsumu. I like you being so needy for me like this. What do you want from me? Tell me."

"Fuck me, 'Samu."

"With pleasure."

The wood creaks loudly and you tell yourself, you really need to get out as you back away and try to quickly walk down the hall back to your bedroom.

You throw the door open and lock the door behind you with a click. With your eyes closed, you try to steady your breath and the building heat in your core. It's quiet. There's no noise coming from their room. But they are twins! 

You remind yourself that a witch is all-accepting and kind. There are so many circumstances beyond your understanding, judgement is not a part of your nature. And if what they are performing is wrong, what should you say about yourself? You peel off your clothes and step out of the soaked panty that is proof of your lust.

Pillows are fluffed and covers are pulled over your body. You try to sleep, but each time you are about to drift, Atsumu's cries of pleasure come back into your head. Your hand trails down your navel until the fingertips trace over your clit. Gathering some slick from your cunt, you drag it across the sensitive bud.

You shudder from the touch as images, constructed in your fantasy, cloud your mind. You imagine Atsumu's hands spreading your legs apart and Osamu's teasing words next to your ear. He would tell you to open wide and shove his cock down your throat. You suck on three of your fingers until lips wrap over the knuckles, your saliva pooling from hunger. And slip your fingers into your cunt easily, curling them against the plush walls.

"F-fuck me," you moan into your pillow.

With pleasure.

You quiver, clit pulsating, and your pussy juice dripping into your palm. The wash from the high soon takes you into sleep. All throughout the night, you squirm and feel the phantom sensation of being watched. Not just observed, but studied, by two pairs of glinting hungry eyes. You can almost imagine them on either side of the bed, trapping you into the mattress no matter which way you turn.

A few times the weird feelings almost pull you awake, but you don't dare crack an eye open to confirm your suspicions until the morning light begins to filter through the windows, rousing you from sleep. The air is filled with fragrant herbs and the sizzle of delicious brunch from someone awake before you.

No doubt, it's Osamu, because who else can it be? Atsumu? Please. The twins....

You climb out of bed and stretch your neck on the way to the washroom. Your bedroom door is open, but it's too early to notice that detail.

"Morning!" Osamu greets you from the kitchen. You find a fresh mug of coffee shoved into your hands from him.

You mumble thanks and sip at the brew while watching Osamu fry the eggs. Osamu looks to be deep in thought, probably thinking about something pleasant from the faint smile ghosting on his face. You feel a pang of guilt from both listening to their private lives, and also the strange feelings that maybe they heard your private life too—it's all your paranoia talking.

"You're so talented," you blurt out, fisting the fabric of your long skirt.

"Thanks, but better not let 'Tsumu hear ya, he gets jealous super easily."

Even if Atsumu hears, it's fine. You really mean both of them. Both of the twins both seem super talented as a duo; like they've been out there and seen the world. Meanwhile, you're still stuck here, without company. Would it be possible...if they simply stayed?

Osamu senses the words that are stuck in your mouth and answers them for you. "We're gonna be leaving right after breakfast. There's still lots of ground to cover today," he explains, plating the pancake before preparing to ladle a spoonful of batter for the next one.

"Do you have to leave?" you ask, almost pleading.

"It's cozy here and comfortable. We enjoy your company too, but we have to go. Your teacher would hate us, immensely, and on top of that...let's just say, we're always on the run."

"You say it like you two are fugitives or something."

Osamu chuckles and leans closer to you, hot breath flaming your cheeks, or maybe it's just the heat from the stove. A teasing grin pulls his cheeks up slightly as your eyes flicker over to see his lips spell out, "Maybe. Scared?"

Embarrassed, you take a defensive step back, squeaking and bumping into another body.

"MORNING!" Atsumu announces behind you. He's in good spirits and he has his hands on your waist to steady you; he sniffs your hair and smiles before letting you go. "I smell something delicious."

"Breakfast is ready," Osamu says, plating the pancakes. "Hungry 'Tsumu?"

"Tch." Atsumu shoves past you and knees Osamu, mood doing a complete 180. You're almost left like a fly on the wall as you watch the scene unfold.

Osamu is quick to catch his balance while keeping watch on the stove. "Not awake yet?" Osamu grins and passes him a plate of pancakes, essentially telling him to shut up and eat. "Who shoved a stick up your ass? Go eat."

"Fuck you."

"Hm."

Atsumu grumbles but digs into his food anyway. Osamu catches your amused expression in the corner and explains, "It's always like that between us. It's our...way of showing how much we care."

"I know." It's sort of endearing, the banter between the two brothers. Even if the world turns against them, no matter what the odds are, at least Miya Osamu will have Miya Atsumu, and Atsumu will have Osamu. Perhaps it's exactly that sort of bond the two share that you're envious of. Body and soul. Because if only you could have just an ounce of that sort of familiarity with another. But you're just an outsider without an invitation to join in.

While you're mulling over your thoughts, you don't catch the darkening gazes being exchanged between the twins. At some point, Atsmu's plate is already emptied and the wooden table is cleared while you're still lost in your mind. Osamu is fiddling with the metal tea strainer, bobbing it up and down to brew a mug of tea. He threads a cotton string in and out like it's a plaything.

"Do you really want to be with us?" Osamu asks nonchalantly. "'Tsumu and I were talking about it. If you do, maybe we can work something out."

"I just..." You feel like this is your final chance to tell them that you don't want them to go. None of the going around circle hinting that you have been doing. This is the moment to just tell it to them. If you miss this chance, you feel like you won't have another. And even though a pit pulls at your inwards telling you to reconsider, you're brave. "I just want to be together with you all, and help you cure Atsumu. My teacher is so talented, I'm sure she'll have a remedy."

They grin.

Osamu is a great cook, he can do that. Atsumu sometimes seems lazy, but he's super strong and quick to help too. And you can pick up all sorts of other tasks in the area! Maybe because they're so helpful, your teacher will even let them stay once Atsumu is cured. Maybe they can learn magic too! You have heard of warlocks who are powerful with spells too. And you can already imagine, the three of you, like a team, eventually going out into the world to fight demons and monsters and—

"Open wide," a sultry voice sounds next to you. Backing away automatically, you find Atsumu standing right behind you.

"W-wait," your voice shakes, stuck in your throat. "What are—"

His fingers reach for your mouth, prying it open. Before you can voice your distaste, a warm, metal ball gets shoved into your mouth, the thin chain quickly tangles into your hair. The faint traces of tea seep out of its small holes down your tongue and throat, while some spill out the corner of your mouth like trails of drool down your jawline.

Osamu smiles and wipes the liquid away with his thumb, relishing in how your widening eyes gape at him in confusion.

"Being together," he answers the question you wanted to ask, "is what you want isn't it?" He takes a spool of kitchen twine and begins to secure the tea strainer in your mouth. The thin cotton threads wrap around your head over and over again, tightening the steel against your tongue.

You shake your head and try to take another step away from the man you're beginning to become wary of, but the strong grip of Atsumu's hands on your shoulder prevents you from squirming at all. His fingers dig into your flesh, and when you turn to look at him you catch a glint in his eyes, glowering down at you.

"No, no, no, behave," he taunts you, "listen to 'Samu. He'll make you feel real good, trust me."

With the gag in your mouth, all you can let out are weak, warbling gargles from the back of your throat. Why are you doing this? You weren't like this before? Loud snorts flare out your nostrils from the fear screaming through your body.

Osamu comes back with a paring knife, examining the edge under the sunlight filtering in through the stained glass. He presses the cool blade along your cheek, dragging with the dull edge just enough so the sharp end doesn't cut your skin. You feel your knees growing weak and if not for Atsumu's hold on you, you would sink into a shuddering heap on the floor.

"You know, I think you might be the best meal yet," Osamu compliments, blade trailing down to your collarbone. The tip of the knife toys with the first button, pressing tension on the x-cross stitching. Snap. The first button pops off, dropping onto the wooden floor and rolling away to an inconspicuous corner. "I'll prep you well."

Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap. The knife flicks again and all the buttons clatter on the floor before running away for refuge.

Atsumu has cleared the table already and you find yourself hoisted up and laid onto the surface like a slab of meat on a cutting board. The cold surface presses against the back of your shoulder and ass. Osamu ties your wrist together with a hemp rope and secures the other end around the table leg. He also secures your ankles to two other anchor points.

You're utterly exposed and ashamed at your body's display, mortified at how your body is reacting when you catch sight of Atsumu, his eyes dilated, looking at your slit that you know is drenched already. The rough texture of the rope presses painfully into your skin from how tight the bindings are. You can only let out gagged whines in complaint, chest rising up and down from the loud breaths.

"Can't do, love," Osamu chides, kissing the knot at your wrist, satisfied with the results. His fingertips trail down to cup your jaw and his thumb runs across the tea strainer. You close your eyes and groan at his touch. Osamu murmurs, "I won't let anything go to waste."

Atsumu is growing impatient at the sight of his twin treating you like the finest specimen ever. You're not the first one. You won't be the last one, but he still can't stand the sight of someone looking just like himself having first tastes while he's missing out himself. He wants to shove Osamu aside, but he knows that Osamu absolutely hates it when he ravages the meal when it's not ready.

Atsumu unzips his pants and lets his hardened, leaking cock spring free. You stare at Atsumu who is fixated on his own pleasure. His hand wraps around his cock and pumps the length up and down.

Osamu turns your head to look at himself instead. "Someone there is impatient, but let's not learn from him, okay? I want to take you slow, make sure you'll be ready. I don't want you stressed, you release too much cortisol and that toughens the meat."

Anything that goes through his hands...well, in short, all become part of his design.

His hand kneads your breast and toys with your nipple, circling and tugging on the tiny, erect bud.

"Relax," he whispers into your ear. "Just like you did last night."

You try to clamp your thighs shut from reflex. Immediately the resistance from the rope ties stop your movements. Osamu squeezes your thighs and pushes them apart once more.

"Right here isn't it, after hearing me fuck 'Tsumu..." Osamu's finger runs down the sides of your labia. "You just couldn't help touching yourself too huh?"

He knows. They know. You feel your cheeks burn at the realization.

"There's nothing embarrassing about it. If anyone should be, it should be us twins, " Osamu's fingers easily slip in, your pussy already dripping with arousal. "Oh woops, I shouldn't need to comfort you. You're clearly not shy."

Osamu's fingers are thick and long, able to reach far deeper than you ever can. Your tongue is still struggling against the gag while your saliva steeps the tea leaves trapped in the ball.

"Oi," Atsumu cuts in with annoyance. "I thought you said to not play with food. What the fuck are you doing, chef?"

Osamu stops his finger in you for a moment before dragging them out. You're trembling at the sudden emptiness and desire to fill the space immediately. The lack of stimulation is irritating and you are desperate.

Osamu walks up to Atsumu, bringing his drenched fingers covered in your slick to his lips for a taste. Before he can do so, Atsumu grabs Osamu's wrist and takes in those digits, sucking on them gingerly.

Osamu smiles and runs the other hand through Atsumu's hair.

"Patience is a virtue, 'Tsumu, I was just getting her fully prepared for you. I'm giving her all to you already, you couldn't even let me have a taste of her?"

Atsumu releases Osamu's fingers with a pop. "I never said I wasn't going to share," he mutters before pulling Osamu in for a kiss, passing the taste of you along their tongues.

Your body jostles as you finally get a visual matching what you heard last night. You feel your pussy leaking with more excitement, the arousal drips all the way down to your asshole. And the more you squirm, it's as though the rope ties become tighter and tighter, rubbing your skin raw. But even that pain is incomparable to the need to quell your fire.

Atsumu pulls away and presses one last kiss on Osamu's nose. "I always love what you serve, thank you 'Samu." Your heart rate rapidly speeds up as Atsumu comes towards you. He's positioned between your legs, both hands on your thighs, marveling at the display of your body. His hands feel hot.

Atsumu grins. "You probably didn't expect me to be the one taking you, huh?" He guides his cock to your entrance, the bulging tip prodding along your puffy lips. "Did you want Osamu to be the one fucking you?"

No? You want to argue, straining your head up slightly, but only tea-laced saliva drips out from the corners of your mouth.

"'Fuck me, 'Samu. Fuck me, please.' Is that what you heard? Is that what you wanted to say too?"

Your screams are muffled whimpers.

Osamu snorts off to the side, watching Atsumu do exactly what he accused Osamu earlier of: playing with his food. Hypocrite.

Atsumu glares at Osamu before turning his attention back to you. "You'll be begging for me, Atsumu, after I'm done with you."

He lines himself at your entrance and inches himself in, groaning at how your cunt is somehow just sucking him in. You're so warm and tight inside, wrapping perfectly around every part of him. He sits in you for a moment, just enjoying being blanketed by your muscles and chuckling how you tighten around him every now and then.

You whine, urging Atsumu to move a little.

"Okay, okay. Geez, and 'Samu says I'm impatient." Atsumu slowly draws his cock out and snaps his hips forward, the base of his balls slapping against your ass. He delights at how you squeeze your eyes shut and continues rocking into you at a comfortable pace.

Osamu enjoys standing off to the side for a while. He always liked watching Atsumu savor and delight the food he prepares. Atsumu always eats with such gusto. It should have always been that way, until the witch ruined everything. The curse, an experiment with the dark arts, should have never happened. Above all else, it should never have been on Atsumu. Osamu can only wonder if the reason they are subjected to this fate is because they are twins. Until a cure is found, Atsumu, his most beloved other, will have to replenish himself in this way.

A sharp pain rips through you and tears well up in your eyes. You feel Atsumu's cock suddenly begin to pulsate and grow in size. At first, you thought it was because you're clamping down on him too hard and will yourself to relax. But the cock, the thing, is certainly unnatural now. And between your tear-stained vision, you can just barely make out... Monster.

You begin to thrash wildly, head tossing side to side, back arched as much as you can in a futile escape attempt. Atsumu's claws rest on your hips while he pounds into you furiously. His groans, now deep growls, send vibrations that you can feel within your throbbing clit. You fear that you'll actually be ripped in half by the way Atsumu is thrusting into you. The engorged cockhead hits your cervix each time and his ball sack, even heavier, bowls and knocks against you.

Osamu unfolds his arms and comes over.

"It'll only hurt if you don't relax," he tells you, reaching out to press on your clit. "Just let him have his way."

"Go fuck her somewhere else," Atsumu snarls. His voice is warped and bellowing. Your mind is getting foggy as Osamu's fingers on your clit don't stop teasing the bud while having a petty talk with Atsumu. And Atsumu, ticked off by Osamu, picks up his speed.

"There we go, now that's beautiful," Osamu comments, taking his hand away and watching you unfurl in your pleasure. Your abused cunt is puffy when Atsumu pulls out, and you feel the thick liquid start to flow out when you take breaths.

"No, don't do that," Osamu chides, taking three fingers to gather the cum spilling out and stuffing it back in. "Better keep it all in. 'Tsumu isn't done with you yet."

Not yet? You can't even voice your thoughts except weakly shaking your head and moaning into the steel gag. In the moment, your stomach rumbles loudly.

"'Samu, she's hungry," Atsumu points out, rubbing your tummy. "You feed her and I'll stuff her."

Osamu ruffles Atsumu's long hair and gives his new, erected horns a teasing squeeze. Atsumu yelps at the touch. "'Samu!"

"Okay, okay," Osamu relents and stands next to your head. You see him take the paring knife again and slide the icy blade between the cotton ties and your hot cheek. A quick slice and you feel the pressure of the gag release. Osamu removes the tea strainer from your mouth and tosses it into the sink.

"Must have been so over-brewed, I apologize for that," he says. You know he doesn't mean it at all.

"Why?" you croak out. Your jaw and cheeks are sore from being held in position for so long. There's so many things you believe you can ask why about. Why they are prepping you like a meal, fucking you like a toy...Why Atsumu is the way he is. Why Osamu is not who you think he is either. Why you.

Despite Atsumu's grotesque figure, you're sure that you fear this twin more. Osamu's thoughts are so well-hidden behind his eyes; he never gives away what he's thinking or planning. You can only accept his decisions from the receiving end.

"Because of Atsumu," Osamu answers. Everything is for 'Tsumu. "I'll feed you."

Osamu cradles your head with both hands, his fingers tangled in your hair. He prods his cock against your lips. Feeling your resistance, he grips your hair tightly, painfully pulling on your scalp, and presses the tip of his cock to force your lips open. You nearly gag at the length entering your throat and your hands ball into tight fists. Your nose is buried in the base of his cock, pressing into his balls. Each breath you take is heavy with his musky, hot scent.

It's easy to focus on Osamu's cock fucking into your throat, leaving an unamused, monstrous twin off to the side preparing to turn your attention back to him by force.

Atsumu rubs himself against you, preparing to enter you again. You're sure that he has become even bigger. When the tip pushes through, your body attempts to fight the intrusion in self-preservation. The claws at your hips dig in and Atsumu all but pulls you onto his length like a sock. You scream around Osamu's cock, throat clenching around his thick length, and nearly black out from the stretch.

You never had anything this big in you before. Atsumu lifts you up slightly, his grasp becoming large enough to encircle around your whole waist. Your ankles are still tethered and tug on you, much to Atsumu's annoyance. He easily slices through the bondages with a sharp claw. Now free of restraints, Atsumu can cradle you more easily, finally pushing the last section into you. 

Crack!

You can’t cry while you're stuffed with Osamu’s cock, but tears stream endlessly from your eyes. You’re sure your pelvic floor is broken, completely forced apart in a futile attempt to accommodate Atsumu stuffing you beyond your physical capacity. Your hips give out as your two legs, bone out from their sockets, dangle grotesquely.

“Just focus on me,” Osamu wipes your tears away and continues to pump into you. But you cannot focus on the human object in your mouth when your whole lower half and inwards are broken, stretched or squashed.

"Hey look ‘Samu! It's bulging," Atsumu marvels at the imprint of his tip pushing your flesh out from the inside. “Look, my cock is saying ‘hello��.”

Atsumu excitement translates into messy thrusts, treating your body like a game. “Maybe I can even touch your dick through her!” 

Your whole body is numb, the brain shuts its pain signals off completely, and hormones pour through your bloodstream in overdrive. The broken climax spasms through your body like the last bits of a faltering system.

“Better hurry...she’s...she’s fading soon,” Osamu warns between his grunts. He clasps your head and spurts his seed into you. You mindlessly swallow every drop of him, letting the contents slowly flow down your throat. You can’t process anything nor recognize any of the murky images. Who are you? Where are you?

Your memory fades in and out as your eyesight drifts between black and white. You can’t do anything about how the monster is now on all fours over your body, unrecognizable as Atsumu. You don’t feel any fear towards this grotesque figure. You don’t register how his tongue licks your neck.

Your mouth is now empty but you can’t formulate syllables.

“I’m sorry,” you hear Osamu whisper before sharp fangs pierce into your jugular, digging in deeper and tearing a chunk out. Red sprays across your body in fast spurts, drenching Atsumu and covering Osamu. The teeth at your throat gnaw at the flesh, starved, tearing through the skin, fat, and tissues like a child crunching fruit. 

You can feel the droplets falling onto your face like fresh rain after a storm. You vaguely remember your teacher and her warning of strangers. She always reprimanded you and you wanted to make her proud. There will no longer be any chance of that now. You weren’t a good student, and only an utter failure.

Osamu waits for Atsumu to finish you off. Atsumu always gets messy at this point. Osamu tried to help Atsumu section his prey off by cutting and organizing the limbs and even attempted to debone the meal beforehand, but Atsumu has his preferences, and Osamu respects them. So, Osamu delegates cleaning duties to himself instead. 

You’re already beyond recognition when Osamu comes back with barrels of oil. All that is left is a kitchen stained with blood and a pile of bone with chewed connective tissue left. Atsumu sometimes eats the bones too, but not always.

“‘Tsumu, are you full now?” Osamu asks, reaching out to cradle his twin. Atsumu has now transformed back to the way he is supposed to be. Osamu threads his hand through Atsumu’s blonde hair and inhales his twin’s scent.

Atsumu doesn’t respond and tugs at Osamu’s collar, trailing down his arm to bring Osamu’s hand to his own cock.

Osamu grins and kisses the top of Atsumu’s head. “Do you want to fuck me ‘Tsumu? I know you like to, after your meals.”

Atsumu whines and nips at Osamu’s jaw, pushing the twin down on the blood-stained floor.

“Okay, okay.” Osamu unzips and pulls down his pants before crawling onto all fours.

Atsumu’s hand cups Osamu’s ass and pries the cheeks open before curiously fingering at the specimen plugging Osamu’s hole. Atsumu holds onto the base and turns the object, before laughing.

“‘Samu, what is this you have in your ass,” Atsumu teases. “I like this presentation.”

This time, Osamu is the one embarrassed. “Last meal, it hurt like hell. So...I wanted to prepare a little.”

“With an egg holder?” Atsumu cackles again, fiddling with the ceramic object. “Should’ve just told me ‘Samu, I could never bear to hurt you.”

Atsumu holds onto the base and slowly pulls the object out before tossing it aside. He smiles and teases Osamu’s enlarged hole that’s opening and closing around nothing. Gathering up some saliva, he spits onto Osamu’s asshole before lining his cock at the rim and slowly pushing in.

Along with the curse comes a near insatiable lust. Atsumu knows that if he doesn’t fulfill his need to fuck or be fucked, he will snap. He doesn’t really care who he kills during a frenzy of that sort, but it’s too risky to get Osamu caught up in the collateral.

The witch that wanted to create the perfect weapon, failed. She failed because she underestimated the twins’ bonds for each other. She failed because the twins discovered that witches excrete a very special hormone in their body after climax, and it is exactly that substance that is slowly curing Atsumu. With every witch eaten and absorbed, Atsumu is healing and gaining magical powers. He is even capable of passing those essences to Osamu. One day, everything will be the way it's supposed to be.

Osamu plays with a few strands of Atsumu’s hair. Atsumu’s softened cock still buried inside of him. Atsumu has his jaw resting on Osamu’s shoulder.

“You make me feel so good,” Atsumu sighs, enjoying the quiet moments after his high.

“And what about her?” Osamu asks, gesturing to the table where your remains are still at.

“She made me feel good too. The best one yet, but don’t be jealous.”

“Come on, let’s clean up and get out of here.”

After washing their bodies and changing into clean clothes, Atsumu and Osamu are ready to say goodbye to the cottage they have overstayed their welcomes at.

"Let's go 'Samu, we're already behind." Atsumu finishes dumping the last bucket of oil along the edges of the room.

The clamor of boots stride across the creaking wood. As though with the passing of its owner, the cottage itself has lost the will to live.

"Coming," Osamu calls back, walking past the makeshift funeral pyre for you. He notices a flash on the ground and bends down to pick up a button.

"'Samu! Get the fuck out or I'll burn ya down too!"

"Yea, yea."

Osamu drops the button into his shirt pocket and joins his twin outside. Atsumu strikes a matchstick and tosses the small flame into the cottage. Fire meets oil and spreads in an instance, engulfing the cottage in an angry blend of orange and red, devouring all contents and remains within. The smell of scorched wood reaches the twins who are looking at the sight from a distance.

"She was good," Atsumu comments, looking at his twin unsure about what Osamu's grey eyes are thinking about. Atsumu realizes that he didn't specify what good exactly means. But it doesn't seem like Osamu is paying much attention. Is Osamu thinking about you? Is he unhappy? Does he regret what happened to you? Although what's done is done already, if time can go back, would Osamu choose? You or Atsumu?

Osamu slips his hand into Atsumu's, erasing the unspoken worries away. He gently leads Atsumu onto the trail, leaving the burning cottage behind.

"Stop thinking such nonsense," Osamu mutters, squeezing Atsumu's hand. No matter what happens, Atsumu will always come first. His needs, his desires. That's what it means for Osamu to love Atsumu. Even though the rest of the world may not understand the relationship the twins share, calling it depraved and disgusting, it's still selfless on their part. What sin is there to honestly love? What sin is there to try and save his loved ones?

While Osamu admits to himself that he does feel a deep attraction to you and knows that Atsumu feels the same pull as well, there's nothing that can be done about Atsumu's condition. But it's not as though you are completely gone. Your essences and core are within both twins, being absorbed as one with their bodies and soul. You'll forever be with them in that way, even if you no longer have any sentient memory of it.

Osamu fiddles the button in his pocket; there's still a physical reminder of you in that tiny form.

It must be about a twenty-minute trek from the burning site. Although the flames are already far from eyesight, the scorching smell and embers still drift over. The twins pick up their pace, eager to exit the forest before nightfall and make it to the next destination. On the way, they pass by the tree trunk with a wanted poster.

"They never get my best angles!" Atsumu complains, ripping a wanted poster that is nailed to the tree trunk.

"It's not like you have a good angle, ‘Tsumu."

"Shut it, we look the same ‘Samu. You're just calling yourself ugly too!"

Osamu shrugs and continues his trek down the main trail. Atsumu huffs, tearing the parchment into indistinguishable pieces before throwing the shreds up into the air like confetti.

"Wait up!"

Osamu stops in his tracks. "Hurry up, loser. We still have a long way to go."

Atsumu takes a few wide strides and swings his arm around his twin's shoulder. Behind them, a very light drizzle falls from the sky.

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Young Gods ❈ KNJ, JJK

❈ Pairing: Namjoon x Reader x Jungkook

❈ Genre: smut, f2l kinda, but also s2l, fantasy!au, fluff if you squint, gods!au, wizard/witch!au

➛ Part of the Namkook Moonrise Masquerade hosted by @jamaisjoons

❈ Rating: 18+

❈ Wordcount: 4.2k

❈ Warnings: it is jungkook centric, it does have a somewhat heavy plot, double penetrative sex, magical sex, teasing, slightest corruption kink.

❈ Summary: Legend has it that if you were to walk all the way up to Hallasan, and if the land is welcoming enough, you should be able to see the most beautiful lake where it is rumoured to home the most powerful being the world has ever had the pleasure to meet, so when young warlock Jungkook starts having trouble with his magic, who could blame him for travelling all the way there in hopes of finding answers only to be met with the hottest man he’s ever seen. and really,  who could blame him for fostering the biggest crush on him without saying a word for ages? that is, until y/n, a long lost friend of Namjoon shows up. so really, who is he to blame if he lets the two greatest beings in existence use him for their pleasure?

❈A/N: SHE'S HERE. GOD THIS TOOK A WHILE. Please enjoy! ALSO, banner by @jamaisjoons, I do believe the only thing that keep me writing this was the banner lol. Do tell your thoughts on this bad baby, I was heading towards a larger fic but I didn't have time yet magical au is most definitely there for future fics.

The first time Jungkook realised just how powerful he was, he was fifteen years old, although his mother can recall him being around four and being able to master a potion that most common-born non-royal witches could only hope to get mediocre at once trained at their young twenties. Of course, his magic had soon become taboo around the village, having to hide himself behind years of his father’s training, his lineage a bit closer to royalty, not quite, but just enough for his son’s magic to pass as his own. If his customers notice how better his spell jars or potions get once Jungkook turns eighteen, they sure don’t comment on it. Not that they would be able to tell that the family was hiding a master of the magical arts that could rival the country’s most powerful witch in the blink of an eye. Those were just rumours going around, as far as the Jeon’s were concerned.

“Son, I believe it is about time you get some proper practice on your magic” his father mentioned bypassing one Sunday night as they both locked up the store. He turned to hi, somewhat confused.

“Look if this is about Seojun noona’s elixir being more powerful than it usually is I swear it was a rightful mixture, my trial was right beside her actual one and she entered the shop sooner and-”

His dad shakes a hand dismissively at him, rounding the counter into the small storage room, coming back in sight with a leather-bound book in between his hands, calloused fingers roaming the antique-looking pages “I am not quite sure how much truth an old man like your grandfather could hold, but it wouldn’t hurt to try” he turned the yellowing book towards him, fast and almost undescribable scribbles decorating the paper as he squinted down at it, his father handling the energy in it to make the content quite literally come to life, a storytelling spell all too familiar to him from his young age.

“Dad, you know I absolutely love bedtime stories, but I’d say I’m quite a bit too old now for-” before he can even think about finishing the sentence, a mountain comes into view, alive straight from the book’s pages, standing tall and proud dressed in green, almost touching the sky, a magical aura surrounding it, one that he could even feel just by looking at it “What’s that?”

“The old man used to tell me stories about an ancient being, the most powerful of them all, living on top of Hallasan” the pages turn by themselves, the image changing to a faceless man, standing almost as tall and proud as the mountain itself, performing all types of magic, some of them Jungkook himself hadn’t even heard of “Legend says he was outcasted by royalty in fear of revolution, wouldn’t even be alive if it weren’t for he is a child of Earth herself”

“I-I don’t think I’m following”

His father sighs loudly before his magic shuts the book closed, all magic gone on a whim “Jungkook, whatever this man was, if my father was right and he really did exist, you might be like him”

“But-but I was born of both you and mum” he couldn’t quite yet fathom the extension of his own magic, much less think about the probability of being more powerful than any other being that had walked the Earth in millennia. Even if the man was real, would he even be alive still? If he was as powerful as he was presumed to be, would he even take Jungkook under his wing? What if he wasn’t as lucky as the man from the book and word got out and his life was endangered?

“Jungkook just think about it, you might be a child of the Earth”

“What if I don’t want to be” he couldn’t quite face his father, feeling his own heartbreak as the older man deflated. Jungkook knew that perhaps his dad had entertained the idea of his only son being a creature out of a legendary book, could feel how proud it would make him, for Jungkook to be a hero, make history with the power he presumably held within, yet he couldn’t help but feel like a small child again, afraid at the uncertainty that the future could hold. “I- I’m good with just running the shop and helping you and mother out with stuff”

His father sighed before placing a gentle hand on his shoulders, a small act that made him feel even more like a child, one getting subtly scolded by his parents as they prepare him for his inevitable future. “Jungkook-ah, your mother and I- all we really want for you is to live your own life”

His ears perk up, gaze facing forward as he catches his mother standing with her arms crossed over her body, the softest motherly look on her face “And if that means for my baby to go find himself at some faraway place, then so be it” she comes to join his father by his side, both of them bracing each other as the thought of their child growing up simmers down on them. “We just want you to grow up to your full potential Kookie”

.-.-

It had taken quite some convincing for him to completely make up his mind, the negging looks from his father as he helped around the shop, the longing yet scolding gaze his mother held over dinner until he found himself preparing a small bag for the long trip– almost burning inside his mind the map contained in his grandfather’s grimoire from the many times he had read over what he once thought to be a legend out of a children’s storybook.

The trip itself wasn’t as difficult as it was troublesome, having to hike up the highest mountain in the land, the difficult part–if the Jeon’s memories were anything to go by– was having the Hallassan land spirit to like you enough to show itself, even a step further to have the legendary witch to show his home.

For quite some time Jungkook entertained the idea of the immense possibilities on how the wizard could look, every possible image popping up in his head some variation of a wrinkly old man hunched over himself, staff in hand and he couldn’t help but laugh soundly at it, picturing himself getting nagged at by such a figure, perhaps he would end up looking like one of those old scholars that came to his village from time to time. But how wrong was he.

It took him three days, two cold sleepless nights in the woods and running in circles for at least two hours in the nothingness that was the top of the mountain for the valley to show up right where he had started to venture– he could almost hear the forest spirits snickering at him. He really tried to be angry at it, almost went back down just out of spite, yet the clearing before him had him doing a double-take, the space was bright and clear, none of the trees from before on sight, the small dipping in the middle of it leading to a sort of entrance– this was what he came for.

Jungkook had been raised better than what he found himself doing– walking into a stranger’s house uninvited. Was it really uninvited if after knocking for a few minutes the door opened on its own?

He walks inside, small steps, unsure of himself, his past resolve crumbling down completely as he walks further in where he listens to a hushed voice coming from his left, a mop of silvery hair turned away from him, green warm clothes cradling the figure, Jungkook entertains the idea of an old man still, yet not so much hunched over himself if the deep hushed voice and the hair colour was anything to go by. “...Now where did I last see-”

"Hello-"

"Oh! great timing! the pay is where it always is" broad shoulders are still facing him as the man moved around, a couple of won bills on the counter where he had waved his hand dismissively, not even bothering to turn around, for a legendary creature perhaps leaving his home door open was a recurrent thing, what with the whole clearing hidden from the public eye and all.

"Oh I'm not-" he had tried to make himself knows as definitely not the person he was expecting yet the man kept mumbling to himself, apparently in deep thought at whatever it was

""—So then if we are able to move this around we should -" he had started moving around the room, still not facing Jungkook directly, just pointing to places around the spacious room as his free hand busied itself with picking books from the humongous shelf against the wall

"I'm- uh" his hands couldn’t be still, grasping at the bag over his shoulder, knuckles almost white as he clears his throat "I'm not-"

"Did you forget where-" the man turns around and Jungkook feels whatever little poise he had gained leave him in the spot, right in front of him is the most legendary creature in existence, recorded alive for millennia, a god in more ways than one, no old man in sight but the prettiest human he had laid eyes on, fierce sight set on him awkwardly hanging at the entrance as the man keeps blinking at him "uh"

He bows down almost instinctively, 90 degrees, hair falling onto his eyes as he does so "Mister sir- uh keeper of Hallasan"

"You aren't Soobin"

"Uh.. no I'm not"

The man doesn’t even flinch at the information of a stranger setting a foot inside his house, deep voice calm as ever as he asks "How did you even get in?"

"Uh the door was open" he points to the door in a futile attempt for it to not make it seem like he was the weirdo picking locks or something at a magical creature’s home

"No it wasn't" he moves to the door in the most graciously way he has ever seen someone do it, almost gliding across the floor, eyes never leave him except for the brief second where his hand tries the doorknob "huh it was. Weird"

It took the man less than a minute after his initial shock to turn to Jungkook and invite him in, a pair of teacups resting against the table as they seated parallel to each other, him crossing his legs in a nonchalant manner as Jungkook couldn’t stop fidgeting in his seat– he certainly never thought he could come this far.

“So what can I do for you, Jeon Jungkook?” if he absolutely preened at the way that his name sounded in the stranger’s mouth, that was certainly something only for him to know.

The words died right on his tongue. There were certainly a lot of things the beautiful man seating across from him could do, none of them necessarily involving what he had initially come for, yet as the words take meaning inside his mind, he seems to short circuit yet again “I uh- you know- you know my name?”

He smiles a big smile, eyes crinkling into crescents, dimples showing and a heat simmering inside Jungkook’s belly “I know a lot of things, Jungkook” he stares off into space “Social skills are rusty, but they come back after getting a good look at you” Jungkook’s eyes must widen at the implication of his words. Could he read minds? Could he take a look into souls? “Just general stuff about you, don’t worry about it”

The man could definitely read minds.

Blink if you’re hearing this. The man blinks and Jungkook feels like fleeing. Wait. Everyone blinks, stupid. Perhaps some other time.

He somehow finds his voice, remembering the lingering question, the sole reason for him to be there “Mister Hallasan keeper, sir”

“Namjoon is fine”

“Mister Namjoon-ssi”

“Namjoon hyung”

Jungkook is sure this time his brain shortcircuits for real, for this complete stranger. Namjoon he corrects himself, to give him permission to call him so affectionately after only a few minutes of knowing him. After technically breaking- not breaking into his home.

Smile if you’re reading my mind. Namjoon smiles, something doesn’t sit right with him, he could very well be reading his mind, or simply smiling out of politeness at the extended silence Jungkook had caused, again. I’m onto you Mister Hallasan Keeper. Namjoon just smiles more fondly at him.

Jungkook goes on explaining his situation, from his rapid magic learning to being unable to wield his magic, to his father even suggesting that he could have been born from the Earth herself, just like Namjoon did all those millennia ago. The blond man restricts himself to listen to Jungkook speak, gaining a serious pose when he drops the reason for his visit, asking him for help. Jungkook’s almost sure he will deny it as he goes on to explain how his last magical apprentice had been there almost sixty years ago, going on about how he is pretty much a loner, no reason more than a brief excuse of being an outcast for practice differences with the village where Jungkook comes from, giving it a few seconds of thought before he accepts to have Jungkook under his wing, going as far as to give him a spare bedroom to sleep in along with the longest set of rules he had ever heard of.

Months with Namjoon look something more or less like this: waking up at 6 am sharp– something Jungkook had never done in his life, the first few times he had woken up later than that, it was almost impossible to know where his teacher had gone to. Have a rundown on the day’s activities and breakfast until 7. Jungkook was in charge of gardening on the 30-minute window of Namjoon harvesting for the spells he was due to make for the day. An hour of light reading– he knew better than to comment on how a thousand pages book was most definitely not light reading, but he did it anyway. He would then shadow Namjoon on whatever mystical task he had to do for the day before finishing up with him running basic high-level training with Namjoon’s guidance in the clearing– Namjoon had said that the Hallasan spirit would keep him safe and sound if he were to screw up, although so far all the spirit and her friends in the forest had done was laugh at his mistakes.

Five months in it, the whole routine came as second nature, he couldn’t even picture a day without Namjoon on it, not that there was anyone else that could pick up on the energy shift within it, Jungkook had learnt a lot from his teacher, not only in the magic department but about him as a person, couldn’t hide the lingering eyes, the curious touches of skin, every bit of information about Namjoon expanding that fondness feeling inside his heart, Namjoon was a man of habit, a powerful one at that, yet all those millennia living couldn’t hide the fact that Jungkook could see right through him, a lonely soul, as powerful as none other, yet so inherently say. Not even the whole power in the universe could keep him away from his own greatest danger: himself.

If you can read minds, kiss me. The kiss never came so perhaps Namjoon could never even read minds in the first place.

Now here’s the thing, Jungkook might be a mess when it comes to magic, but not so much at hiding his feelings, at least the best he could, Namjoon was as intelligent as men come and he had yet to notice. Namjoon’s friend that just happens to show up on a particularly lazy day– his teacher had said his magic tends to run out from time to time and would rather rest it; perhaps not so much.

Jeon Jungkook is a weak man. A weak man for beautiful things, like Namjoon, or you. Who just happened to walk inside Namjoon’s home like you owned the place– could he count it as his home too yet?

He could feel his heart wanting to leap out of him as soon as you introduced yourself, and perhaps he was imagining the way your eyes grazed over his figure before going to tease Namjoon, not that he stopped having heart eyes for the man when you walked in, he had enough heart eyes for the both of you, even if he had to keep them to himself. You were easier to warm up to than Namjoon if it was anything to go by, smoothly falling into conversation after you three had sat down for tea, walking up to Namjoon’s massive library, picking out books from their shelves as you asked him about his upbringings.

“The Jeon family? Oh, dearest, your grandfather was as good as wizards come” his brain cuts short as soon as the words leave your mouth, just how exactly could you have known the old man? The old wizard was presumably thrown out of the royal house for being unfit for ruling over the land. You playfully push your elbow against Namjoon “And I say this while knowing Joonie”

The blond man groans at your teasing.

“You-you knew my grandpa?”

“Yeh, such a shame he decided to be a mortal” Your initial interest seems to diminish as you turn to face the books yet again, a particular red cover catching your attention.

“What”

Jungkook faintly hears Namjoon standing up from his chair to try and get in between his conversation with you, although all he hears seems to come as if the voices were kept under cotton inside his ears “Y/N you’re overwhelming the kid”

For such a calm and collected posture, he had maintained not only while learning with Namjoon but back at home too, hearing such a word coming out of him really tips the glass “I’m not a kid! Why is everyone always treating me like a child!” surely it did seem rather childish to have an outburst like that, yet his mind couldn’t help but reel in all those other times in his stay where Namjoon had dismissed him from helping, saying it was a rather complicated spell you should wait this one out Jungkook. Or something along the lines of when you get stronger. It did seem the type of things one would say to their petulant child.

“Jungkook waits” Namjoon groans as he retreats to his assigned room, you can’t help the softness inside you at the way that strong independent loner Namjoon reacts to his apprentice being pissed off, certainly a first.

“You pissed off the kid” your remark isn’t that much well digested as Namjoon throws a dagger-like glare your way, groaning as he throws his head back against the couch

“Why am I parenting again?”

You shrug your shoulders as you offer him a tight lip smile, you had heard a lot about Jungkook even before you had walked inside the wizard’s home, like a reader of a slow-burning love story, you knew that ‘parenting’ was most definitely not the dynamic in his relationship with the younger, not with the way Namjoon had described the little mannerisms of his apprentice, or the way that he described his figure as the strongest back I’ve ever seen with such a tiny waist when he sent you a letter asking you to visit him.

The thing with the dynamic you had with Namjoon had been one going on for hundreds of years, feeding off of the magic that only such powerful creatures like you and him could conjure, effective yet dependent as when either of you two was in dire need of a boost, you would have to pay him a visit to work your magic. Jungkook hadn’t appeared after his little outburst, probably hidden in his room, taking only a few minutes of Namjoon glancing expectantly at the place where the younger had disappeared before you dragged him towards his room in an all too practised manner.

The whole environment was always on the calm side whenever you two get to it, something along the lines of strictly business, yet an undeniable connection between the two. Namjoon had you against his door, a dimly lit lamp on his desk, strong hands holding you in place at your waist as he leaned down to connect both of your mouths, eyes fluttering shut as he did so. Your hands found themselves tangled in his blond tousled hair in no time as he deepened the kiss, moving the both of you towards the bed as magic started glowing dimly within you two, connecting and feeding off of the spark of the situation, magic so profound and delicate that only immortal beings could hope to master. Namjoon placed himself against his elbows as you straddled his hips, your figure teasingly humping his growing bulge inside his pants as his breath started to become ragged, his own magic reaching forward to yours, just the way his lips chased yours. Yet there was only so much ominous Namjoon could handle. His hands were quick to undress both of you in between hot caresses and messy kisses as both of your bodies seem to move on their own accord, the magic itself doing the most out of the tantric experience, moans slowly but surely filling up the room as Namjoon positioned the tip of his hard cock on your entrance, teasing your folds for a few seconds before you settled on top of him in a familiar manner, sinking down on him as he throws his head back, letting out a groan. You are almost sure Jungkook could hear you both, yet your mind so clouded you wouldn’t have given it a second thought with Namjoon’s cock filling you up so nicely as you moved up and down on his length, that is until out of the corner of your eye you catch the casted shadow outside the dimly lit room.

"Your puppy is outside," You say as you stop moving on him, not quite removing yourself from the situation, yet you feel the magic in the room flickering faintly as if going dormant.

"What" Namjoon’s eyes are surprised as he lets reality sink in, his magic safely sated from the small act

"The kid that has an obvious crush on both you and me?” you state matter of factly as Namjoon’s jaw goes slack “He's watching us from behind the door"

As if on cue, there’s a rustling behind the door, feet rapidly resounding against the floor "No I'm not!"

Namjoon sighs loudly "JK just come in, I know this might seem.." the door opens and you could swear Jungkook’s eyes are about to leave his skull at the image he’s present with "weird"

"incredibly hot," they say at the same time, rendering both of them speechless

"huh kid's horny" you start removing yourself from Namjoon’s cock as your magic starts tingling, now reaching out for the younger "i like it"

"Y/N please"

You gesture by raising your hands as if surrendering, yet you know just how the night had taken a turn, willing to satiate your magic’s needs “He doesn’t like your PG training, let me handle this”

Jungkook is still sporting his Bambi eyes as he feels himself pulled into the room, closing the door softly behind him as he can only stare at you as you make your way towards him, lips ghosting over his “So tell me Jungkookie” your hand trails down to bring him closer to your naked body, taking his hand in yours and guiding it to your ass “Just how much are you willing to render of yourself for me and Joon?”

“All of me”

Jeon Jungkook might as well had been an erotic wizard like yourself if by the way he manhandles you and surrenders you to Namjoon like a loyal apprentice would to his master was anything to go by. Namjoon’s stare alone has the young man pliant as he caresses tan skin under his fingers, achingly curious as the youngest takes turns to kiss the eldest and yourself, Namjoon’s fingers playing with his nipples, your own hands working his length to life after your magic had completely undressed him, feeling both your and Namjoon’s magic reaching for Jungkook’s in a way you didn’t know was possible. A few kisses and lingering touches in, minds clouded with lust, kissing noises and moans taking over the space, Jungkook takes no time in positioning you on top of him, back to his chest as his length stretches you deliciously, long fingers playing with your clit as his own legs separate your thighs as if offering you up to his master, Namjoon looking like a man starved as he positions himself against Jungkook’s cock, his tip meeting no resistance as he glides in and nestles next to Jungkook, stretching you like no other time you could fathom, groans and ragged breaths of the men under and above you working you to your own climax, babbled words coming out of the youngest’s lips along with a promise of becoming yet another young god under your spell.

[shinobusupremecy]

Vampire Shinobu x f!human reader part 3

A/N: I read the new prompt or imagine thing @mxxstiq did with Shinobu and Y/N being in an alley and bro- I gotta do a part 3 now! I have also planned part 4 and no one can stop me! I hope-

This is not smut.

I apologize that Y/Ns personality kinda changed from part 2 to part 3. Idk maybe you can decide but if you think so I'm sorry.

Warning(s): Shinobu being a lil creep 

Art soruce 

Living with Shinobu wasn’t as bad as you thought it would and for the blood taking? You could get used to it, hopefully. Or maybe not, you still feel a bit weird about that one. Sometimes she does it without any warning! You could just be sitting on your bed or something and there Shinobu is instantly pinning you down and sucking blood from your neck. It was kinda irritating that Shinobu refused to find another way to suck out your blood because it was pretty painful when her fangs made two holes on your neck. So next time you were gonna stand up to her! You knew you were kinda dumb for this but you and Shinobu have lived with each other now so Shinobu would probably not kill you for your resistance. You hoped, after all you’re her only blood source she can access without having to hunt someone down. 

Another huge reason why you don’t like the blood sucking method she’s using is that she gets carried away and drained too much of your blood. Not good times. 

-

You were in the same awkward position again, with Shinobu on top of you and her fangs in your neck. You felt fine at first (besides your cheeks burning hot as usual), until you suddenly hit with dizzyness and you felt yourself becoming weaker, you saw how your hue began to pale. 

“Shi..nobu” You weakly called for her and tried to push her off but she wouldn’t budge. When Shinobu felt squirming she stopped to look down at you. Your face was pale, especially your lips and you were sweating all over.  

“Oh my, please forgive me! I must’ve gotten carried away” Shinbou quickly cleaned you up before treating you, but at least she was happily full. 

-

“Y/N, what do you say we go to Asakusa Tokyo?” Shinobu aksed you very very suddenly. 

“Sure! I would love to finally go outside! After you have locked me inside for weeks” You added bitterly.

“Y/N, you know I can’t go outside at day because of sunlight so night will have to do. I want to make it up to you so that’s why we’re going to Asakusa Tokyo” 

“When are we going?” You asked happily. You have heard that Asakusa was great and that it looked like it was day even though it wasn’t. 

“We’re going right now so change your clothes” You nodded in acknowledgement before you went to the bathroom to change. You changed to your most prettiest clothing that Shinobu gifted you. 

Shinobu knew this was wrong and invading of privacy but she couldn’t help herself. Unbeknownst to you she took a peek while you were changing. She didn’t watch when your clothes were off just when your whole neck was exposed and your shoulders.

Her purple eyes caught the side of your neck, veins slightly showing. Selt herself beginning to drool and had to fight every urge to not jump in there and have a bite on your neck. 

She realized she was drooling and quickly wiped her mouth. You opened the door and saw Shinobu wiping her mouth. You gave her a questioning look but she shook you off so you didn’t think much about it. 

It took some time to arrive but when you were finally there you were so amazed. You swore you began to feel a bit dizzy of the overwhelming light and people. You didn’t notice but your body was swaying a little. 

“My my Y/N I haven’t even drinken any blood and you’re getting dizzy?” Shinobu asked teasingly while also holding out her arms like you would fall.

 “No no it’s just all these people and the lights! It is really true that the town lights everything up like it’s daytime!” Shinbou couldn’t help to hum in agreement. 

You and Shinobu went around town to see what the town had to offer. Whenever you saw something exciting in your eyes you just grabbed Shinobu's wrist and dragged her around. You looked at jewelers, earings, clothes, candies and more clothing and repeat. 

After some more looking around and Shinobu getting dragged by you she suggested that you two are gonna go and eat. 

“Already? We have just been looking around for-” 

“Two hours Y/N. Two hours” Shinobu sighed out. 

“Well I’m not hungry” You said but your stomach seemed to say otherwise when a growling sound became audible. You sighed out and Shinobu took you to a food stand, this time she was the one that dragged you by the wrist. 

You ordered some dango sticks and Shinobu obviously didn’t order anything. Because she was hungry for something else. But Shinbou had to ignore the urge right now since you were eating right now and she didn’t wanna ruin it. 

All while you were eating you noticed Shinobu staring at your neck all the time. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. 

‘She sucked out my blood not too long ago so she doesn’t need more. Besides there’s no way Shinbou would risk her cover just for my blood when she can happily suck it out when we’re home. Doesn’t matter, I will stand up to her like promised and demand her to search for another way to take out my blood’ You continued to think and ponder until you have ate every piece of the dango sticks. It was good so you thanked Shinobu. 

“Alright, I took some money with me so how much money did it cost?” You asked. 

“Oh no need to pay me” Shinobu said as she raised her two hands up. “Although, I think you can pay me with something else” That line alone and the look she gave you changed the whole setting. 

“Wait wha-” Before you could say anything Shinobu grabbed your wrist and lead you to an alley way. She gently pushed you to the wall, licking her lips. 

“May I?” She asked as she cupped your cheek. You were again furiously blushing again. Your mind ran ten miles an hour and you have completely forgotten about you standing up to her. You nodded and Shinobu hummed delightfully. 

She gently brushed her lips against yours before going down and lightly placing her fangs on your neck. Since your neck hasn’t healed from the last time she sucked out your blood Shinobu took the other side. She suddenly heard how you whimpered and she couldn’t help but to smile widely. 

“Shhh, they’ll hear you~” You instantly tried to hold it in as you squeezed your eyes shut and braced yourself for the impact. 

You gasped loudly when you felt Shinobu’s fangs finally sink into your neck. Having nothing to grab onto you unintentionally but instantly grabbed the back of Shinobu's head and pushed her deeper leading to her fangs sinking deeper into your neck, you gasped even louder unaware that you were the one responsible. Your other hand grabbed the back of Shinobu's clothing pressing her body into yours. Shinobu blushed at your action not expecting this at all. 

When Shinobu was done she did the usual and licked up the blood that coated around the two holes she made. Her tounge was cold as usual making you shiver. 

Shinobu's hair was ruffled and the back of her clothing was wrinkled, you could still feel some blood run down your neck. But one thing was for sure that you both were blushing. 

“Seems like I won’t be sucking any blood from you for a while. But it was worth it” Shinobu chuckled. 

You were looking at her kinda surprised at her ruffled hair, you were still unaware that you were the cause of this. 

“Your hair’s very ruffled” You commented and Shinobu lightly slapped your arm. 

“You know you’re the reason for that?”

“I am? I’m sorry” Shinobu patted you in sign of forgiveness. 

“Did you enjoy it?” You said “yes” without hesitation even surprising yourself. 

“Then let the fun continue~” The setting changed extremely quickly again and Shinobu attacked your lips hungrily. 

[apocalypticgargoyle]

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝙍𝙄𝘾𝙆 | 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙡 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙗𝙨 (18+)

edit by 🐓 anon. im still screaming over this.

∘ request: [insert the 14 asking for more Sapnap humor in a pt. 1.5 of Meet the Jacobses]

∘ pairings: edgy!Karl Jacobs x fm!reader

∘ warnings: smut (18+), nsfw, language, drinking, mentions of Todd the frat boy, lots of dialogue, biting, asphyxiation

∘ links: 𐐪 ao3 𐑂 𐐪 previous part 𐑂 𐐪 submit an edgy!karl edit 𐑂

∘ a/n: this one goes out to the babes in the gc. ily.

i stole the Brick idea from the Jesse McCartney movie, Keith. I'm sorry. [tw for that link - sad & jesse mccartney not talking about beautiful souls]

also thank you everyone for your support on this series. when my friends and I conjured this up, I never thought I would be at the point where I get to share peoples art/paylists/etc. I'm so thankful for all of you.

okay I'll stop crying. happy reading and have a great week! :)

The sun beat down against your skin, your mind drifting to whether or not you should apply more sunscreen. Karl jumped into the light blue water in front of you, the water splashing out to almost completely soak you. You frowned at him as he came up for air, blowing you a kiss mockingly.

Sapnap’s cousins started tackling Karl, the chorus of laughter echoing around the pool. You stretched your legs out beneath the table, leaning into the shade of the umbrella as you watched them roughhouse.

Sapnap came out from the pool house, opening a beer bottle for you before taking the seat beside you. He sighed, buttoning the top of his shirt as he watched the boys. “Did you have a good time at the party yesterday? I dipped after an hour,” he asked, pushing his sunglasses to rest on top of his head.

You shrugged slightly, taking a sip of your drink. You couldn’t wait to tell your roommate how lavishly you’d been living. The fact that you were lounging by a heated pool, drinking beer from Copenhagen with the sons of millionaires was nearly mind-boggling to you.

You wet your lips, squinting your eyes as you looked at him. “I honestly have no idea. I was kind of just there as a Karl accessory,” you joked, making him chuckle softly.

“Yeah, I get that,” he flipped off one of the cousins as they threatened to throw water at him. “It’s always the Karl show around here,” he added. You raised your eyebrows at him and he backtracked. “I didn’t mean that in a bad way. He’s a good guy; everyone’s just obsessed with him.”

You nodded slightly. “Yeah, he’s definitely the star baby,” you joked, making him laugh. “I need to ask you…” You bit your lip voice trailing off as you searched for the night words.

He sent you a closed-mouth smile. “About my mom and Karl?” He asked, biting back a blithe expression. It shocked you how calm he was about the situation.

You chuckled nervously. “I swear I won’t bring it up again, I’m just,” you cut yourself off, unable to describe the question marks pulsing through your thoughts.

He snorted, taking a sip of his drink. “I know right,” he reassured. “When I found out, I almost broke Karl’s nose,” he chided. “Not that I was like… angry it was my mom but out of how weird it was.”

“Yeah it is really fucking weird,” you agreed, laughing slightly.

He gestured as if to thank you for understanding. “I mean, Karl’s a great guy. He was my best friend for a long time but…” He made a face suggesting his discomfort and you snicked. “That’s my mom, man.” You giggled wholeheartedly at this, making him laugh too.

“What are you guys talking about?” Karl asked, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, dripping wet from his pool time adventures.

“Speak of the Devil and he shall appear,” you joked, making Sapnap wink at you. “Tacitus’ Annals,” you answered, making Sapnap nod at you.

He chewed on his lip, with a calm expression as he supported your lie. “I was telling your girlfriend how much I enjoyed his love of Nero,” he continued, you bit back a smile.

Karl ruffled his hair out in a towel. “Come on now,” he grumbled, calling the two of you on your bullshit.

Sapnap squinted as he looked up at him. “Karl supremacy. As always,” he answered with a touch of quiet sarcasm, making Karl roll his eyes playfully as he took to the other seat beside you.

Karl ran his fingers into his hair. “You wanna get matching tattoos together, Sapnap?” He quipped; Sapnap sending him a smug expression.

“Why? What were you thinking?” He asked, knowing he was walking into whatever Karl was setting up.

Karl pulled the leg of his swim trunks off his leg a bit, furrowing his brows. “I wanna get your mom’s name on the top of my thigh,” he teased, biting his lip. You rolled your eyes playfully.

Sapnap let out a sarcastic laugh. “Oh my God, that’s so funny. I totally didn’t see that coming.”

Karl took a sip of your beer and you spoke up. “I think you’d look good with a tattoo, Sapnap. All jokes aside, you’ve got a great body,” you mused, sending him a wink. Sapnap bit back a smile looking at Karl, who you could already tell was glaring back at him. “Side note, I was meaning to ask you. There’s a guy that’s in Karl’s frat,” you paused, trying to remember what Karl had said Todd’s real name was when you were pinning his auction number on him.

Sapnap raised his eyebrows. “Oh, Mark?”

You pointed at him. “Yes, the fake Romney.”

Sapnap snorted. “He did that on campus too?” Karl nodded, a look of disappointment spreading across their faces.

“Speaking of Todd Mark, the king of the Brick” Karl kicked his feet beneath your chair before continuing, “I heard there’s a bonfire tonight,” he probed, making Sapnap slowly shake his head in disapproval.

You raised an eyebrow at the two. “What’s the Brick?”

Sapnap seemed to have already made up his mind on the situation. “A fucking cesspool,” Sapnap grumbled, sipping from his bottle as Karl tsked. Sapnap tilted his head. “You really wanna take her to the Brick? People get together and smoke crack over there. The fact that,” he paused to furrow his brows at you slightly, “Todd Mark? is the benefactor should say something,” he stated, lips curling into an uneasy expression.

You peered over your shoulder at Karl as if to ask if he were crazy. Karl swatted off your gesture. “They don’t smoke crack this time of year. All the locals are back visiting for break.”

Sapnap shook his head again in unease. You chewed your lip, leaning back in your chair. “I don’t know… Sapnap, do you wanna have a movie night instead?” You joked, making Karl sigh behind you.

Sapnap mimicked your mock severity. “Yeah, a stay in and cuddle?”

“Of course,” you repeated.

Karl wheezed. “No, we’re going.”

Without missing a beat, Sapnap chimed back. “Maybe you can take my mom instead?” Karl’s expression flattened at his words and you nodded, high fiving Sapnap in mock victory.

Despite Sapnap’s hesitation, you all went to what they referred to as The Brick. In reality, it was a spot on the edge of a lake. They only called it the Brick because of Todd’s dad, a racecar driver who claimed the post back when he was in high school and later bought it. A large bonfire burned in the center of the space, various people around your age and a bit younger were either dancing to the music coming from one of the souped-up sports cars or shotgunning beers. You pushed away the thought of your stingy fire marshall back home who―more than once―had reported you and your family for “overactive cookouts.”

“Overactive,” meaning your dad and Clay were failing at not catching hotdogs on fire when the two would get lost in a chat about a mutual videogame when the families would cross the fence line in the summer.

As soon as you had stepped foot on the gravel, Karl was welcomed back like some kind of celebrity, so you stayed close to Sapnap. He would lean towards your height, pointing people out that Karl had mentioned in the past or those worth noting. You nodded along, soaking in what he had to tell you and laughing at his jokes.

A random guy strolled past the two of you, making Sapnap purse his lips. “Hey, Sapnap. How’s your mom?” One of the countless jokes thrown at him since you’d arrived.

He tilted his head with a mock look of questioning. “Didn’t your parents just get divorced, Jeff?” He deflected. Jeff’s face dropped slightly as he moved on. You always found yourself struggling not to laugh at how well Sapnap was at counteracting the jabs at his mom and Karl. Most of you felt guilty for how long he had dealt with it.

Karl watched you carefully as you sat down beside Sapnap on one of the vast benches; hands shoved in his pockets as the group around him caught up. You were glad to have someone around like Sapnap, despite the fact that you often went to parties. In the past, it was more of a bi-annual thing, but since being with Karl, you found yourself shoulder to shoulder with nameless people in a line doing shots every other Thursday.

You laughed as Sapnap joked about avoiding the drinks at the Brick because of the mites in the water and the STDs in the beer. “So, I never asked how you met Karl?” He queried, sticking his hands into the pocket of his Baja hoodie.

You smiled slightly. “Uh…” Shameless thoughts of you on your knees in a random building when you barely knew his name paced through your head like a quickfire of serotonin. “We had a lecture together and he liked my handwriting.” Sapnap smirked, chuckling slightly at your words.

Karl’s eyes were trained on the two of you, demeanor shifting each time one of you leaned towards the other to hear over the music or the two of you bumping each other’s arms to grab your attention. You knew he wasn’t jealous, but his look of curiosity was almost hilarious to you. Sapnap stuck by your side while Karl introduced you to his friends. He was basically your encyclopedia on the newer people as Karl would go off on a tangent with them.

The fact that Karl was so close to all of them and was so popular made your heart swell with pride. You were used to Karl’s deadpanned glares at most of his frat brothers and his snide comments, but now he was welcomed back like he was some kind of hero returning from the war.

After saying goodbye to Sapnap for the day, you threaded your fingers with Karl’s, enjoying the time where it was just the two of you. He brought the back of your hand to his lips, smoothing a kiss against your skin. “So… Sapnap’s mom…” you began, making him chew the inside of his cheek. “Where… did it happen?”

He looked down at you with a perked eyebrow before raising his sights forward, pulling you off the street where the two of you were walking. You followed him as the pair of you snuck through between the houses and across the backyards until the two of you were at Sapnap’s house again. Through the front windows, you could see him talking to his sibling in the kitchen.

Karl grabbed your hand, leading you along the side of the estate and toward the pool house. You wanted to groan at the thought before he pulled you through the door with him. “Are you serious?” You hissed, looking around at the dark place. Karl fought not to smirk as he peered out through one of the windows, watching the lights in Sapnap’s house turn out.

The moonlight streamed through one of the slender windows, illuminating his face and washing his features clean. Your gaze trailed along his arms; his tattoos peeking out from beneath his hoodie as he reached up to lock the door.

He turned back to face you, walking closer to you. “Did you have fun today?” He asked, plopping down on one of the couches and pulling you into his lap. He moved your arms to rest around his neck, pressing his lips to your skin. “I feel like I didn’t see you at all. Sapnap’s a bogart,” he muttered jokingly, settling his hands on your hips.

You scoffed before leaning toward him, pressing your lips against his. “Make it up to me,” you murmured, raking your fingers into his hair. “I think I selfishly need you to ruin me here; you know. Like a cleansing of you and Ms. Scarlet,” you chided.

He bit his lip, eyes pulsing with lust as he fought not to grin. You pressed your lips against his, turning to lay back on the couch and yank him on top of you. He chuckled into your kiss, as your hands moved to curl into his hair. His lust was a taste you could get drunk off if given the chance as his hands traveled the length of your body, moaning as you ground your hips against his, gripping into his clothes.

He leaned off of you momentarily to pull his shirt over his head as you slipped out of yours, you wrapped a leg around him, pushing him onto the couch instead and pinning him between your thighs as you straddled him, running your hands up his tattooed chest and connecting your lips again.

One of his large hands covered your breast as you began to grind your hips against his. His teeth grazed against your skin as he caressed your body while you moved against him, trying to create as much friction as you could against his jeans. He ran his fingers along the hem of your underwear, his lips curling into a smirk as he moved slightly to get a better look. "These are nice. Did you plan this?" He leered, snapping the elastic against your hip playfully. You rolled your eyes, pulling his chin towards you and pressing your lips against his. Every movement of his body seemed to lick at the fire deep within you.

You smirked breathlessly as his lips settled against your collarbones. “These are my church clothes. I had no other motive,” you jousted. His hand reached up to rest against your collarbone, his fingers lightly curling around your neck.

“Of course, how could I not realize,” he jabbed, pressing his lips and tongue against your neck. You moaned, tugging at his zipper before wrapping your hand around his cock, pumping him into harder arousal. He groaned against your neck, bucking into your hand lightly. His head tilted back against the couch beneath you, cheeks flushed at the attention. His teeth nipped at your skin as you ground yourself against his thigh, basking in his noises of pleasure.

His cock pulsed in your hand, making him grab your wrist and pull you beneath him. He gripped one of your legs, resting it in the crook of his elbow as he pushed himself into you, connecting your lips to swallow your moans. The feeling of him inside of you sent a wave of pleasure through your body. His voice was low in your ear, murmuring your name as if it were a curse. You moaned as he took one of your hands, lacing your fingers together beside your head as he kissed you again, tongue slipping into your mouth.

His thrusts became more rhythmless, his hold on you driving him deeper as the pool house filled with the noises of your whimpering moans. Karl’s breath was warm on your neck as he took advantage of your submissive state. He moved his hand from around your leg, wrapping his fingers around your neck again. Your body shivered, waiting for the pressure of his hand as his hips rocked against yours.

He chuckled darkly, teeth grazing against your shoulder before his lips hovered beside your ear. “Beg for it,” he commented, voice strained as he thrusted into you.

You swallowed, fingers digging into his back. “Choke me,” you groaned, “please.” His hand tightened around your neck, breath hitching in your throat as his thrusts became rougher. He bit back a smug grin at the way you reacted to his antics, relishing in your body beginning for more.

He relaxed his hand, pressing his lips to yours as you struggled to inhale. Heat ran through your body as your leg curled around his waist, nails raking down his back.

You leaned away from his lips, voice coming out unevenly as you moaned his name. His movements became sloppier as you groaned in bliss, tugging the flesh of his bottom lip between your teeth. You tipped your head back slightly as you reached your climax, riding out your pleasure and sending him over the edge as he pulled you closer to him, his hands digging into your hips as he encouraged you to continue grinding against him. You exhaled deeply, pressing your lips against his neck and his cheek before kissing him breathlessly as your movements slowed.

You pulled on your shirt, Karl’s hands moving to rest on your hips as he pressed a kiss to your neck. “Should we leave a note for Ms. Scarlet?” You joked, making him chuckle as his arms wrapped further around your waist, cheek pressing against your shoulder.

“Who?” He teased.

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[wonderlandleighleigh]

Could you write some more Schneiders in Stars Hollow?

(It isn't my fault that the line "Lenny was supposed to bring the matches" appears in Star Crossed Lovers and Other Strangers in season 1)

"Why did we never stay for the Firelight Festival before?"

"Because we always left right before Thanksgiving," Lenny responds. "We never stayed the whole year before."

"I had no idea it was so beautiful," Midge says, marveling at the decorations in the town square.

"You've had to much punch," Lenny chuckles, wrapping an arm around her.

"That punch is no joke," Midge warns him. "I thought the stuff at the B. Altman Christmas party was strong, but they don't fuck around here."

"Apparently."

She cuddles in against him. "Let's give up our very lucrative careers and retire and stay here all the time. We can torment Taylor until we die, and then haunt him after."

"God that sounds romantic," Lenny teases.

"Ooh, someone's had too much punch," Lorelai giggles as she steps up to them.

"We don't normally stay for the Firelight Festival," Lenny explains. "But since we're here the whole year this year..."

"Midge got into the founders day punch."

"And how," Lenny chuckles.

Midge gasps. "We were here one year! The- Two years ago, remember? We came back for this! for the night! We had a night free and we came back, and then- they asked you to bring the matches and you forgot."

"On purpose," Lenny adds, chuckling.

"Lenny," Lorelai admonishes playfully.

"It was a good gag," Lenny defends. "Watching all the chuckleheads who've never smoked a cigarette or a joint before scramble for some kind of match or lighter. Harry and Taylor punched each other over it! I did that."

"I married a funny man," Midge grins proudly.

"Yes, you did," Lorelai giggles.

"Luke gave me free coffee the whole night that night," Lenny boasts.

"Yes, he did," Midge confirms.

Lorelai giggles. "They didn't ask you to bring the matches this year, did they?" Lorelai asks.

"Never again," Lenny confirms.

Lorelai laughs more and smiles at them. "It's been really great, having you guys here the whole year."

"Yeah, I didn't know if we'd like it," Midge admits. "We're such city people, but it's been fun."

"Our kids are furious," Lenny chuckles. "Really mad that we missed Thanksgiving and Hanukkah, but they all survived without us."

"Having everyone over for Latkes was fun," Midge beams.

"You almost burned down the house, and melted your pretty fingers off in hot oil," Lenny points out.

"In a fun way," Lorelai interjects. "That was fun."

"Yeah," Lenny agrees. "Who knows. Maybe we'll get old enough to slow down completely and just stay here one day."

"The kids would kill us," Midge comments. "But it'd be nice....I want more punch."

"No you don't."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not carrying you home."

Midge pouts and looks to Lorelai. "He never carries me."

"You're a strong young woman, you've got legs," Lenny reminds her.

"He's been saying that for decades."

They stand in silence for a long moment, watching the fire and Lorelai takes a breath, looking to the couple.

"You know, this festival makes everyone super sappy and romantic," she comments. "And every year, I find myself alone when it happens."

Midge smiles at her and takes her hand, patting it gently. "I know it's hard to be patient. Especially when things like this pop up and it's just...everywhere. I've been there."

Lorelai looks confused. "When?"

"On an impromptu trip to Paris in 1959," she explains. "There was this bridge...the uh...the Pont des Arts! And I'm walking at night, and I'm just...surrounded by all of these couples, holding each other and kissing...and I was alone. Joel had broken my heart - again - Lenny wasn't an option yet, and I was miserable."

"So what did you do?" Lorelai asks.

Midge shrugs. "I kept moving forward. Things always turn around, Lorelai. Keep trying, and keep moving forward."

"What're we talkin' about?" Luke asks, stepping up to them.

"Sappy romance stuff," Lenny tells him. "And that one time Midge's mother ran away to Paris and no one noticed for two weeks and they found her living in a one room apartment with a broken chair, no toilet and a tiny dog."

"Luke will you get me more punch?" Midge asks.

"That stuff will kill you," Luke says automatically.

Midge snorts. "Oh please, Sophie Lennon once tried to brain me with a Grammy award, I'm invincible."

"If I get you more founder's day party punch will you tell that story?" Lorelai asks, looking mystified.

"Yes I will."

Lorelai dashes off.

"Dammit," Lenny grumbles. "Now I really am gonna have to carry her home."

[cheelduh]

How to get Hit-listed by a Stonehide Lawachurl (High School AU!)

Part 6 of the highschool au

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5

Pairing: Childe x fem!reader

Synopsis: Childe’s a menace to everyone when playing dodgeball. Even as his new girlfriend, you’re no exception to his affinity for raising hell during the most tranquil of circumstances.

Warnings: Swearing, bad humor, and absolutely horrid spelling mistakes.

Words: 5.3k

Note: Longest chapter yet sheeeesh 🗿

Negotiation is an art.

Childe, or "Tartaglia" has utilized the art of negotiations in his daily life. Whether that be scamming the ninth graders with fake weed, or convincing the teachers why he doesn't deserve detention for injecting random fluids from the chem department into the school's resident pet frog.

All in all, by becoming an expert in the field of negotiations, Childe is nothing if not a master, tongue silver and smooth as he takes on a new opponent.

Which is why he dutifully negotiates with you on this Monday morning in front of the History classroom, getting down on one knee and pulling out a—

"I hope to Barbatos you aren't proposing Childe," You hiss, panicked eyes landing on the velvet box he's pulling out. "Considering that we're sixteen and still in highschool."

As if remembering those meagre details, Childe gulps and shoves the box back into his pocket. "Uhhh yeah, I was just, tying my shoelaces?" It comes out as a question.

You let out a sigh of relief, overlooking how he undoes his shoe laces just to do them all over again.

The ring burns in his pocket as he gets back up.

"Why did you call me here?" You ask, hand on your hip, foot impatiently tapping. The tap tap tap isn't because of impatience though, it's because you need something to cover the nervous palpitations of your heart.

He gives you a vicious smile, sinister enough to shake the bones of anyone who's observing, opens his daring mouth to show the imaginary sharpness of his teeth. Then with the confidence of about a hundred shirtless tiktok boys, he finally demands:

"If you don't become my girlfriend, I will kill—"

"Yeah sure thing." You answer before he can finish, soft smile growing.

Childe chuckles evilly, "I knew you'd say that, but I've come prep—wait a minute." He snaps out of his villain origin phase, stumbles back a bit, then his eyebrows are furrowing in confusion. "Did you just say yes?"

You nod, cheeks flaring up. "Don't make me repeat it." Then you look away, too embarrassed to see his reaction.

For a second, Childe's internal conflict following the chain of this event causes him to temporarily malfunction, and all he can do it stare at you in amazement.

It's only when you tell him to stop staring and jump off the school roof is when he snaps out of his daze, a grin festering on his face.

He lunges straight at you, giving you no time to deflect him as he wraps his bone crushing arms around you, then lands a soft smooch on your forehead.

"Let go of me you idiot!" You barely wheeze out, light headed not only because of your lungs being squeezed like oranges, but also because of the sloppy kiss he's delivered so ungracefully.

He does so reluctantly, and you're unamused, wiping the stickiness off your forehead with a sleeve as he steps back.

"Ew what the fuck?" You say, glaring at him. "What's wrong with you?"

He completely ignores you, giddy with excitement. "Ah girly, you have no idea how long I've wanted to do that. I can't wait to introduce you to my parents and eat lunch together and kiss each other during break—"

"Slow down." You tell him, as red as a tomato towards all his suggestions. "We've barely started dating."

"Oh," Childe stops momentarily, then nods in agreement. "You're right. We should start small. How about I walk you to class?"

"We're already in front of class." You nudge your head towards the classroom, and catch Zhongli and Venti peeking from the side of the door, trying not to be obvious.

You narrow your eyes at them threateningly.

Childe tugs your arm, lovingly looking you up and down. "Let's walk to class together anyways. In a circle."

A complete waste of time, yet it's impossible to say no to the face he's making.

Before you guys depart he suddenly stops, gasping loudly, remembers something important. "I have to make a quick phone call."

Childe speed dials Scaramouche, and the latter picks up annoyed, answers the phone with muffled sounds in the back. Something that sounds a bit like pleading and whimpering.

He then mutters something that forces dread into your system. "You can release the hostages."

You hear Scaramouche groan on the other end, muttering a "such a pain in my ass", but choose not to question it immediately.

As soon as the phone call is done and you're back by his side, you point at his phone questioningly. "What hostages Childe?"

He gives you a close eyed smile, taking the fifth.

"What hostages Childe?" You repeat again weakly.

—

First period goes by smoothly for the most part. Lisa, your so called best friend, once again is bought off like a corrupted politician by your new boyfriend. She sits far away from you, leaving you without any defences against the menace that dotes on you a bit too much.

Throughout class, all Childe does is score Venti's colourful pens, and then writes you annoying little love notes, using the expert origami skills he's learnt from Anthon to deliver them to you.

Despite the threat of distraction these notes pose, the corners of your lips can't help but tug upwards at his enthusiasm and attempt at poetry.

Zhongli makes sure not to ask you two any questions the entire class, leaving you to your own accord.

Lunch comes around soon enough, and your usual table of Diluc, Jean, Kazuha, and Lisa is disturbed by the torpedo that is Childe, and he brings collateral with him.

Kaeya whole-heartedly ceases the opportunity to sit near his stoic statue of a brother purely with the intention to annoy the premature crap out of him, but one look from the redhead sends the chicken-shit right back where he came from.

When Childe forcefu—lovingly feeds you the smiley fries and dinosaur nuggets his stunning mom packed him, Diluc looks just about ready to hurl.

Lisa winks at you two, Kazuha doesn't even bother looking, and Jean tries with upmost effort to keep Diluc from launching himself at the whipped fatui boy basking in your attention.

"Quit embarrassing me." You whisper-exclaim sharply, noticing how Jean passes Diluc—all green in the face, a puke bag discreetly. "Shouldn't you be doing something illegal right now? Or vaping in the stalls?"

"I quit vaping for you girlie." Childe boops your nose with his finger. "Well, at least full time. I still need a puff when I'm around Signora, to like, get rid of her awful vibes."

While it is endearing how he quit vaping for you, it doesn't lessen the need for you to bury yourself alive right here and now.

Then you sigh, pick up a Dino nuggie, and shove it in his mouth, the tip of his tongue flicking your finger. You die inside.

"There, you happy?" The action of feeding him is so...intimate, it sets your heart aflame.

Childe's a lovesick puppy when he chews, imaginary tail wagging a hundred times a second. "Can I have a kiss too?"

Diluc slams his hands on the table and stands up, hurriedly picks up his grape juice and makes a break for it. You don't blame him.

"I'll kill you." You smack him with a napkin, blazing red. "I'll end your pathetic little life right here and now."

By the end of lunch, Lisa and Jean have to restrain you so you don't break the world record for the maximum amount of mutilations that can be done on a single body.

Fourth period is a break. A break from Childe you mean. It's expected of the school's resident bad boy aka menace to skip classes in order to skip over the bodies of his victims.

You bask in the momentary peace, until it's disrupted by a tap on the window. Reckon it's nothing, maybe a bird flew into it, because intentional taps are impossible from the third floor. Except your conviction is hindered yet again by another tap.

What a nuisance.

You finally turn to look outside the window, face down, and spot Childe waving incessantly, rocks in hand, oozing with excitement that can't be concealed and a grin that nearly takes you into cardiac arrest. Without meaning to, you send him a small smile, waving back as Baal drones on about quantum superposition.

Successful in gaining your attention, he moves aside to reveal the hefty corpse of a stonehide lawachurl with a destructive path in its wake. The ridges and bumps of its hide are enough to do a number on the road, ruining the school's playing field.

Your smile drops down into a horrified frown in the span of a few seconds.

"Wow." Albedo, your lab partner whispers from next to you, for the first time distracted in class.

"Yeah," Kaeya whistles from behind you two, one hand supporting his head. "What a gesture."

"Y/N, I'd be grateful if you could possibly obtain a black crystal horn for me from the specimen." The blonde asks, entranced by the corpse that your boyfriend is flaunting off to you with pride.

"Aren't those things endangered cutie?" Lisa makes sure to butt in, as per usual.

Yes. Your boyfriend with several issues and an affinity for chaos brought you the corpse of an endangered geo-infused creature that's five times the size of him. During school hours too, the fiend. Like a cat dragging the corpse of a dead mouse to its owner.

You groan into your hands, heart racing while the fire is coursing through your veins.

That idiot.

—

Childe is exceptional at a lot of things, like the switch and making weapons out of seemingly harmless things (e.g shiv out of a toothbrush), but what he prides in the most is physical education. With washboard abs, uber tall height, and a dickish smile to top it all, he has everything it takes to showcase his top tier athletic abilities.

He pounces at the opportunity to show off in front of you, wanting nothing more than to have you fawn over his strength. He's sure it'll be enough to have you all over him, wrapping your cute little arms around his muscled ones, passing him his water bottle and dabbing away at the sweat on his forehead. Most of all, he daydreams you planting your soft lips on his to congratulate him after a big game.

Physical education, for you, is a pain. You may be good with your brain, but games exert more energy than necessary, and coordination that lacks logic entirely. You're just here for the credit. The over-achiever part of you walks the extra mile to ensure a grade in the high nineties.

Although witnessing Childe clad in the school shorts and matching polo shirt is enough to make this worth your while, you'll die before admitting it. Especially when he gawks at you as if it's the first time you're wearing the sports uniform yourself. It has you fidgeting with your fingers and tugging your shorts down nervously.

You try not to flip him off like you usually do, especially since it's not even been twenty four hours since he's asked you out.

Mr.Zhongli blows a whistle, calling all the students over to surround him. It's odd that he teaches most of the subjects at this school, seemingly the only adult present, but no one questions it in fear of genshin logic. Moving on, he explains that you have a dodge ball game today.

Lisa groans beside you. She hates anything that requires the exertion of energy, oftentimes bringing a book to read while everyone else screams in the background.

You're relieved, mainly because Childe and Tohma are usually captains, and Childe always picks you to be on his team as a means to flex his skills. For you, it means sitting back and watching him carry your team towards a straight A.

However, all your dreams are crushed when Zhongli announces the team leaders.

"Y/N, I trust that you'll lead the blue team to the upmost of your ability. Childe, prepare to lead the opposing red team."

Your knees shake as you stare at him in disbelief. "But Sir—"

"No buts Y/N." He scolds you lightly, checking off your names on the clip board. "I'd like to witness your exceptional leadership skills."

In reality, Zhongli just wants to reenact a lovers-on-opposing sides trope, wanting to see how the two of you crack under the pressure. In a way, it is an exercise of leadership.

Instead of picking teams, Zhongli assigns teams for the both of you according to his own judgement, trying to make it as fair as possible.

Lisa pats your back after your teammates are assigned, trying to cheer you up. "It's going to be okay. You guys are dating now, so he'll go easy on you."

You look up to meet Childe's eyes from across the court. He gives you a charming smile, which turns downright barbaric as he lifts up a thumb and motions to slash his neck with it. Then he wickedly mouths "I'm going to destroy you."

You blink and turn away as fast as you can in fear. "We're fucked."

Lisa, witnessing the entire ordeal nods alongside you, doing nothing to reassure you because she herself has given up.

Suddenly a hand lands on your shoulder gripping you tightly. "Let's wipe the floor with that g*nger." The voice is ice cold, threatening enough to send a shiver down your bones.

You turn to meet Rosaria, who frowns at you. Most of the time she doesn't really put an effort in dodgeball, but she must've seen your crestfallen expression, trying to comfort you in her own detached way.

Rosaria is the other school nurse in training, alongside Barbara, but somehow her patients end up more injured, sick, or mentally defiled than before they entered the room. She also spends after hours beating up Chads in the school parking lot. Also runs a blog with her booby co-author Kaeya that emphasizes mostly on the dark knight hero.

Spotting the rest of your team behind her, you begin to criticize them one by one.

Standing against the wall is Kaeya, pushing both his biddies up with his crossed arms like an absolute whore. He's breaking about several dress code rules right now. Venti is next to him, drunk off his butt as he beat boxes with Tohma.

Eula mutters under her breath, on and on about seeking revenge on Zhongli for putting her beloved Amber on the opposing team, promising him an unfortunate fate. Xiao is miserably squatting on the floor, sharp eyes observing everyone in the gym, scowl not ready to dissipate anytime soon.

Then you look over at Childe's team in the distance. Jean with a determined look on her face as she listens to Childe's game plan, and Diluc crossing his arms with his brows furrowed in concentration. Even Amber, the best baller in the school, is stretching out her arms, assisted by the gifted princess of the school, Ayaka.

Not only that, but Childe has the king of dodging on his team—Kaedehara goddamn Kazuha. Beidou shoots you a wicked smirk, winking at you until she's disrupted by Ningguang's shove.

"Oh my god." You cry out when the realization hits you, falling to your knees in despair. "We're completely fucked!"

"No we aren't." Rosaria mutters lowly. "You're only fucked if you want to be. Don't you dare throw in the towel before the fight has even begun."

"But I—"

"Stop it." She grumbles again, rolling her eyes. "You're being annoying now. If you lose the game, that makes him the dom. Don't you want to be the dom?"

She's right. You do want to be the dom.

Her words of encouragement, and not at all veiled insults somehow allow you to find motivation deep within yourself. You get up and stomp towards the rest of your team, calling their attention with your newfound confidence.

"Listen here soldiers!" You shout out, determination clear as day. "I know I am not capable of leading. I know that I barely have the physical capabilities needed to defeat the opposite team."

You take a deep breath, pointing at your cutie patootie boyfriend across the gym as you seethe. "But that man, that harbinger of chaos, that instrument of war, is nothing but a tyrant. And I cannot let such a tyrant be a victor in this battle. Not when innocent lives are at stake."

Tohma speaks up, sending you a bewildered look. "What lives—"

"Shut the fuck up soldier!"

"Yessir!" He immediately stiffens, saluting you.

"Are you ready soldiers?" Your voice booms, and everyone reinforces their priorities, except for Kaeya though. He just lazily smirks.

After Zhongli places the balls in the middle, everyone prepares for the battle of the century.

'Gods, please let us win this war' you pray to the archons above, closing your eyes in concentration.

'Give me the strength to flex my superior skills' Childe wishes, then adds on quickly 'also I want to dominate this world.'

'Give me the strength to make it to Friday.' Rosaria prays for nobody but herself, rolls her eyes at all the unnecessary dramatics of this dodgeball game.

"3..." "2..." "1..."

Zhongli ends the countdown by blowing hard into a whistle, signaling the beginning of the game.

Not even two seconds later a ball whooshes past a few of you at the speed of light, followed by a tail of fire. The ball of death kisses Kaeya square in the nose, sending him reeling back into a wall with enough sheer force to cause an indent.

Everyone winces.

Before you all can reel in from the initial shock and make sense out of wherever the hell that asteroid came from, Zhongli's voice booms throughout the gymnasium.

"Mr. Ragnvindr, headshots are strictly forbidden. You are out!"

With a scoff, Diluc, satisfied with his work, leaves the court with no apparent qualms. He accepts his defeat with the upturned corners of his lips.

Rosaria pokes Kaeya's body with the tip of her heels, then cringes when he shakes awake, up from his short lived knockout and sends a wink her way.

"Getting handsy when I'm unconscious? I didn't think you'd be one to partake in such vulgar activities." His eye twinkles in mischief, and if his momentary defeat at the hands of brother has him fuming, he doesn't show it one bit.

The only thing that keeps Rosaria from knocking him out for real is the blood that trails down onto his lip. She doesn't want to clean blood off her shoes, especially since it's a pain in the ass to get off.

You're about to tell them to get up and take this seriously, but a softball does your job for you when it darts straight at Rosaria. With pristine accuracy, the girl manages to pitch herself away last minute.

You swivel in Childe's direction, who wears a remorseless grin, which only grows wider once you pick up a blue softball next to your feet.

The glare that he receives has him shaking in exhilaration. More so than the elation he'd felt when he took down that Stonehide Lawachurl for you, as a gift of promise.

You begin to bark out orders. "Eula, Xiao, and Rosaria cover the front and act as decoys."

They nod immediately, but Xiao still clicks his tongue in distaste as he starts following orders.

Then you offer Kaeya a hand. "Get up princess. You're on sniper duty."

With Diluc out of commission, the battle is fair and square now considering both sides have the same amount of people. Ergo, no one's at a disadvantage.

That is—until Lisa fake trips over pure air, landing on the floor in a dramatic slow motion.

You roll your eyes.

"Oh dear! I think I've twisted something." She cries out, crawling away from the battle field, acting as if she's paralyzed completely. "Don't worry about me. I'll cheer you on from afar. The battle has begun, and it seems as if I've become the first casualty."

You don't let the countless amount of Lisa's betrayals get to you, even this one. It's just her personality to flake out on anything and everything that requires her to do more than below the bare minimum.

Focusing on the match, your eyes are only on Childe, just as his are on you.

You aim the ball straight at his ribs, step back a bit, then propel the ball in the air with as much energy as you can, using your entire body as a power outlet. The ball spins in the air, reaching the awaiting victim.

Childe, unbothered, dodges the ball with perfect precision, the ball not even grazing his clothes at the least.

Your jaw drops open, and you're about to move for another ball until he grabs the same ball you threw at him. With the sharpness of a predator locking in on its pray, he focuses on you like a missile locks on its target, launching the ball in the air for power that has you trembling, second to the powerful ball that was thrown by Diluc.

With your pupils dilated at your impeding doom, it's Xiao that grabs you and thrusts away.

The ball lands on the floor, smoke rising.

"Holy shit!" You shriek over everyone else's grunts and shuffles. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"Isn't it poetic?" Childe shouts back while he slides away from the balls being thrown. "Lover against lover. Either you're by my side, or in my way. And right now, you're in my way." He narrows his eyes dangerously. "Albeit reluctantly, I will take the victory babe. Even if we are on opposing sides."

"There was zero reluctance in that throw asshole!"

You thank Xiao, who wipes his hands on his pants in disgust. "Filthy humans. So pathetic and weak."

Mildly offended, you roll your sleeves up and begin to fight with everything you've got as soon as he walks away.

The dodgeball game goes as expected for the most part, Eula carrying for most of it with the flow of her skills.

Tohma actually tries like the presumptuous asshole he is, aims straight for his girlfriend Ayaka, and takes her out completely. His only justification for that is "I ain't no simp!"

He shelves his cocky attitude when facing Childe with a sense of dignity and prestige you didn't think he had in him.

The two one of a kind fuckbois puff out their chests so that they look more hefty than they are, having some kind of an Alpha match. The 'me stronger than you. me dominant. me get all the women' type beat.

Unfortunately, Childe manages to fence him with his throws, and lo and behold, the square off ends with a dejected Tohma dragging his feet to the nearest bench.

Eula oversees that Ningguang and Beidou meet a quick end, taking their slower dodging to her advantage. You're actually rooting for her, tasting a sliver of victory that you haven't reached yet. So close, yet so far.

Amber trips on herself in the middle of throwing a what should've been coordinated ball, and it loses most of its momentum. Xiao is directly in front of it, and will probably be able to catch it with ease.

Ah, another short victory.

If Childe loses his expert baller, he's only left with Kazuha and Jean, whom's lack in the art of throwing is made up by their ability to dodge most of the fastballs.

However, all your plans and hopes are crushed when Eula slides in front of Xiao last minute, sticks out her foot, and let's the pathetic product of Amber's would-be downfall hit her on the leg with the total force of about 0.0000001 newtons.

Your chances of winning have just went down by a staggering 60%.

"Eula!" You cry out, collapsing on the ground. "How could you?"

Tohma cups his mouth and bellows obnoxiously from the bench. "SIMP!"

"I cannot avenge my clan if I win a false victory." Eula crosses her arms, casting her gaze down in visible uncomfortableness. "Amber will pay her dues in two business days. Mark my words."

It all a load of cap. She's sleeping with the enemy and you know it.

You grit your teeth. Fuming with an abundance of rage, you pick up three balls and throw them all back to back, taking out Amber and Kazuha simultaneously.

Childe's heart flutters in another kind of delight when you pluck out his team members one by one with no hints of remorse.

In retaliation, Jean and Childe work in sync to swiftly take care of a distracted Rosaria.

"Shit." You hiss underneath your breath.

It's Venti, Kaeya, Xiao, and you who are the only remainders of your short-lived team. It's still two more people than Childe and Jean, giving you the upper hand briefly.

It's a mystery to everyone how Venti is still standing. You reckoned you would've lost him as collateral during the beginning of the match, but it seems he's able to hold his own.

When you squint hard enough, you realize that Xiao has been t-posing in front of the nonchalant SoundCloud rapper that's about as high as a kite. He must've been defending him throughout the entire round.

His defenses are all in vain once Childe correlates another attack with Jean, sharp-shooting four rapid balls that are secured on their targets.

Xiao swerves to the side, avoiding most of them, until one is about to reach a nonchalant as shit Venti.

You scream at him, eyes widening as you run towards them in slow motion. "NOoOoOOOo-"

The yaksha doesn't waste a moment, shifting so that he's covering Venti's body with his own, which to be honest is a pretty heartwarming sight.

The ball hits his lean back, a sharp thud following when it hits the floor.

Xiao is out. But his sacrifice is so inspiring that it brings tears to Zhongli's eyes, makes everyone in the gym go silent in awe.

Even the sadistic Childe melts, cerulean eyes gaining back their light, halting his fire.

When Xiao finally uncovers Venti's body, he speaks from the bottom of his dead heart. "I'd do anything for you..."

Venti shakes out of his baked state, blinking at him stupidly with a nervous chuckle. "Ehe~? I don't even know who you are."

The entire class sweat drops. Whatever slip of compassion on Childe's face earlier has become nothing but a memory. Even your eyes dim.

The next time Childe aims and locks at Venti, it's not with malicious intent. It's a favour, for you. In a way it adds dimension to who he is and the lengths he's willing to go for you, even at war.

Venti steps away with a bounce in his gait, hands behind his head.

Kaeya and you are the only ones left standing now, and the game becomes too tight knit to tell which side's going to win. It becomes utter chaos, balls being launched every second, stamina slowly decreasing as everyone lurches away from their demise.

As laid-back  and charming as the boy presents himself to be in front of the ladies, he's not very patient when it comes to facing circumstances like these. He's side lined for most of the match, finding it boring. And when Kaeya gets bored, the intensity of the tide changes, and everyone knows they're going to get a run for their money.

Kaeya coasts a hand around your hips, pulls you real close, purposefully leaning his bust into the side your innocent arm.

When Childe's smile drops, and the glint in his eyes reads 'DANGER' in full caps, you know it's time to be properly scared.

Your blood runs cold, mouth opening briefly and then clamping shut immediately.

"I'm so glad to be on your team Y/N. Maybe this'll give us the chance to become...closer." His hot breath fans against your ear, voice loud enough to be heard by onlookers.

Suddenly everything stops, falling into an unsettling silence.

You attempt glance at Childe, being met with a glare that's directed at the Captain of the Skating team. The ball in the orange-haired boy's hand deflates from the sheer intensity of the squeeze.

The tension becomes unreadable. Even Zhongli is caught mid-sip with his tea.

Quickly, you shrug off Kaeya's arm. "Childe, he's just fucking with you—"

Childe cuts you off by hurling a ball with nothing but the objective of cold blooded murder.

Kaeya whizzes past you, successfully ducking to avoid the hit, and his amused laugh rings through your ears. He rolls away from the following attacks, chucking his own series of colourful balls.

The events that unfold are blood-curdling enough to make even Satan boil his pants with diarrhea.

You take the clear opportunity presented by their concurrent dumbassery to take out Jean, the ace of the other team.

Childe's rage blows over when Kaeya eventually loses interest and takes the L, playfully winking at you while walking backwards to the rest of your team.

Now that all the distractions are dealt with, Childe's eyes flicker to you, and you share a murderous glance.

"Finally," He slaps the softball with a free hand, lips thinning into a homicidal smile. "I've been waiting for this. You better not disappoint me."

While Childe may be a violent anarchist who's only aspiration in life is to become a government contracted killer, he's also supposed to be your sweet boyfriend.

Slowly, you inch towards the front. "We don't have to do this Childe. We can coexist peacefully."

"Peace was never an option Y/N." He sighs, cracking his neck. "Besides—how else can I prove myself in your eyes? You may be my greatest weakness, but you are also my greatest adversary."

"I don't know, maybe start with not trying to obliterate me?"

"I'm obliterating you out of respect." He counters with a playful pout.

"Well I'll be paying my respects to your grave!" You lurch ahead into a sudden assault, yeeting as many balls as you can his way.

"That's my girl!" Childe whistles, grin widening psychotically when he goes all out, leaving you with an absence in favorable openings.

Out of nowhere, the fire alarms start going haywire, along with a beep in the PA system, which stops you two in your tracks.

A panicked voice of who you assume to be Yanfei shrieks through the comms. "CODE ORANGE! CODE ORANGE! EVACUATE THE BUILDING, THERE'S A STONEHIDE LAWACHURL ON THE PREMISES."

As if on cue, the ground starts rumbling and a Stonehide Lawachurl bursts through the halls and into the gym, looking around for something. Or rather, someone. It's sharp bumps and ridges make an indent on the floor, cracking it in.

Everyone falls into a state of panic, Zhongli trying his best to evacuate the class from the emergency back door as quickly as possible. "Settle down class, we have to follow protocol."

You, devoid of any emotion or sense of fear, turn to your boyfriend in such a calm manner it strikes an ominous dread in his stomach.

You stare.

Childe stares harder.

“I thought you killed it."

"I did." He retorts slowly, switching to gaze at the raging beast in amazement.

"Then why is it in the school!" You seethe, glaring daggers at his side profile.

Childe chuckles sheepishly, scratches the back of his neck. "I may or may not have stuffed the body in the boys washroom. Y'know, for safe keeping?"

The Lawachurl locks it's gaze on you, the prey, and then roars furiously. Turning into its geo-enhanced state, it begins charging at you with all its might, the target being solely Childe.

Leave it to your boyfriend to get on the hit list of an endangered beast.

"Fear not my vibrant girlfriend. Our first date can be surviving this." Childe cheekily kisses the top of your trembling hand before grasping it tightly and making a run for it.

[cryptiql]

riptide

pairing: dabi/m!reader

warnings: smoking, some mildly suggestive flashbacks + detailed descriptions of drowning. as always, please do not read forward if any of the listed warnings might trigger you in any way, and stay safe <3

words: 4.9k

a/n: welcome to the sequel of smoke signals. perish :)

dabi made a mistake. the knowledge sits in the bottom of his stomach like a lump of lead; his innards twisting into a knot whenever the memory of you crosses the expanse of his sleep deprived mind. the burns under his eyes might as well be bags, but they aren't large enough to bear the weight of his guilt. it isn't much better sitting on his shoulders, but the repercussions of pain are what keep him from letting it go, and that's exactly what he wants. no—it's what he deserves. he deserves the feeling like his head is going to burst; the ache in his spine from too many hours spent hunched over himself with a bottle clutched between his shaking hands; the burning intensity from overuse of his quirk. the extra inches of marred skin serve as reminders of what he did, but it's not half as satisfying when the pain doesn't last.

he wants to scratch at the wounds until they ooze that bitter garnet liquid; until he's suffocated by the metallic scent and forced to endure as the taste of blood engraves itself on his tongue when he chokes on it. he wants to suffer—the slower the better—because not even the strongest alcohol can cleanse his sins, nor the stench of his regret.

dabi made a mistake. it won't be the last time, he's able to admit, because his ego is too shriveled from the lack of your warmth, and his heart yearns for the passion of your kiss that still lingers on his lips. when the loft echoes with fragments of the city's ambience, drowning him in an incessant racket, he longs for the lighthouse. this place is infested with selfish ingrates, scuttling about in search of the next outcast to torment, and it makes him wish he still had that safe space at the shore. your siren song was a drug to put him at ease, and now he is without it, and the withdrawal has taken effect.

he knew this would come to pass. dabi overdosed on your love; your affection; your everything; all while watching the consequences unravel at a snail's pace, almost as if he were being teased by the inevitable end. he let it happen. he did this to himself, so he won't shake his hands at the sky, cursing gods he doesn't know exist; as if they would concern themselves with the faults of men like him.

he knew this would happen.

but then, so did you. you had to have known by the empty space in your bed where he used to lay; by the dates that kept getting postponed and the meaningless promises made to make up for them; by the shortage of visits, even just to say "hello" before he dropped from the face of the earth once more. if this were true, it meant that you were suffering just the same—nay, more than him, by forcing yourself into a state of compliance whenever he told you it was time for him to go. dabi could pretend like he didn't see your fingers twitching; resisting the urge to reach out for him; just as he could pretend like the rivulets of tears on your cheeks did not exist, though they begged to be swept away by him. god, he wants to hold your face again, noses brushing together and your dreamy sighs melding with his raspy laughter.

he had told himself that you wouldn't deter him from his goal, but even that seems like a pipe dream now. he feels like an underachiever, chasing a future that can't be set in stone when he already had you, which should have been enough. dabi realizes that the flames of his own passionate desire for freedom have burned you in the process, and it hurts more than he can put into words. you were always better with words, he reminisces, tracing the coffee stained parchment sitting in his pocket.

dabi has long since stopped reading the letters you sent, but he still carries them with him wherever he goes. they anchor him to both earth and sky; the reality that he's lost you, threatening to swallow him from under his feet; and the hope that he'll find you again, one day, after all this is over. "and just what do you think you're doing?"

you can see his reflection in the stove's glass sheen, his mouth drawn up into a devious smirk as he leans on the bedroom doorframe, clad in nothing but his briefs from the previous night. the purplish burns scaling his collarbone and abdomen give him a roguish look that—if you possessed no self-restraint—would normally have you lunging at him like a starved beast. you manage to smirk back at him, subtly shaking your hips while opening the stove door to pull out the doughy mound of bread inside. to your delight, you hear him grumble something not-so family-friendly before he snakes his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. you had never once thought that the feeling of staples against your skin would feel so good, but now you can hardly imagine being without it, and you immediately melt into dabi's touch.

he breathes softly in your ear, chuckling when you flinch in response, goosebumps stippling your flesh. by the way your cheeks puff out in embarrassment, he should take that as a sign to stop, but fuck, your pouting is just too cute for him to resist, especially when your worship-able body is basking in the afterglow of dusk. you keen when dabi starts peppering your shoulder blades with kisses, but nearly dropping the pan causes your senses to return, and you whisper a plea. luckily, he appears to be in a merciful mood, because he relents his onslaught of affection to rest his chin in the crook of your neck.

when he finally notices what you're making, he can't help but squeeze you tighter.

"is that a cake?"

you turn to give him a peck on the nose, which is rewarded with a halfhearted snap of his teeth just millimeters from your mouth.

"that'd be right. though, i'm astonished you know which way is up after last night." your sing-song tone of voice spurs him to squeeze your thigh, and you would have shooed him away if not for how much you liked it. dabi murmurs something unintelligible, the vibrations shooting straight down your spine, and proceeds to remove himself from you in order to better observe the baked delicacy.

"mm. what's it for?" he asks, discretely swiping a bit of the pink colored icing from the bowl to his right. sweet, but not sickeningly so.

you are none the wiser when dipping a spatula into the contents and smoothing it over the cake, a soft smile playing at your lips.

"you never told me when your birthday is, so i'm taking a wild guess. figured i'd whip this up as a surprise, but you woke up earlier than i suspected." dabi swears that his heart is about to burst from behind his ribcage, and all because you're too goddamn perfect. you may as well be a priceless work of art in museum that he's been prohibited from touching. however, the fading marks on your skin signify that he's done more than just touch, and he takes pride in the fact you can't seem to move further than two steps in any direction without faltering.

"i know angel food cake is your favorite—" dabi silences you with a kiss; bruising and passionate; and takes the spatula from your hand, blindly setting it aside on the counter. your protests are short-winded as he lifts you from your behind before promptly turning the oven off and spinning on his heel. he's memorized these halls well enough to not bump into anything during his trek back to the bedroom. you pull away, albeit with a hint of reluctance, just to glare at him.

"what about the—" dabi kisses you again, and while you don't seem too happy about being interrupted twice in a row, the shared heat between your bodies distracts you from being upset.

"you're off by about two months, doll. besides, i think i'd much rather have you as a late birthday treat."

dabi clenches his jaw at the memory, his knuckles whitening with how tenaciously he grips the tattered fabric of his jeans. the league's new base is just as rundown and close to crumbling as he feels, but his despair is masked by the rage that overpowers it. why couldn't you have been a normal couple? why couldn't dabi have grown up with a father who loved him; with a quirk that didn't gradually destroy him and without the resulting scars that made him a hideous monster in the eyes of all who saw him? why couldn't he be as beautiful on the inside as you said he was on the outside? why couldn't he just be happy, after all this time?

why? why? why?

dabi finds his answer hidden in the ashen battleground strewn with rubble and remnants of burnt remains. he finds it in the fear of his victims' expressions before the snare of death claims them in a flourish of blue inferno. it's written there in bold, ichor dripping from his fingers as they smear the message with red.

the privilege of living a normal life is, and always will be, beyond his reach. murder does not warrant mercy, and the only person willing to give it to him is miles away, still desperate for him to come back.

as fate would have it, you and dabi lived worlds apart, but you still look at the same sunset; the same array of stars forming constellations that told stories of your life shared together. they replay in his head like a record stuck on repeat, and only when the song ends does he find himself back in the clutches of his childhood trauma, rather than your embrace.

"dabi? dabi!" his trademark scowl automatically takes place when a finger prods and pulls at his cheek, the familiar voice of twice shaking him from his deep contemplation. jin has been so unfortunate as to suffer minor scorches from the ravenette's flames, on account of him being too bothersome at the wrong moments, and so he instantly backs away at the first indication of danger brewing in the air around him. with how on edge he's felt lately, he really should have gone on a walk to relieve some stress, but the looming knowledge that he can't go to the lighthouse would only ruin the trip.

dabi is fully prepared to smack jin's hand away until he sees what he's holding. he'd recognize that handwriting anywhere, and even without it, the scent of saltwater and freshly baked bread clings to the paper, altering him of yet another one of your efforts to communicate with him. dabi feigns indifference towards the object; quite the contrary to his thinning patience as twice waves it above his head excitedly.

"you've got mail! who's is from? probably a useless nobody! or maybe a secret admirer? but who would admire you?"

to his dismay, the commotion has grabbed toga's attention, and she veers over to their location with a giddy grin on her face. she all but drapes herself over dabi as he snatches the letter from jin, and it doesn't help his struggle when she clings to him like a koala. after a bout of kicking and shoving, he manages to break free of her grasp, grimacing at her lengthy, high-pitched whines of disapproval.

"and can you believe hawks was the one to deliver it? i didn't take him for a carrier bird. . ."

dabi doesn't hear the rest, nor does he intent to, because he's already making his way to the nearest exit with haggard breaths. whoever calls out for him and whatever they say are the last of his concerns right now, and they're abruptly cut off when he slams the door behind him. the summer heat wills beads of sweat to paint his forehead, but he soon finds comfort under the shade of a tree, cicadas buzzing noisily overhead. he would sooner keel over and die than thank the birdbrain hero for catering to him—and by extension, you—but now that the note is there, begging to be read, he can't help but feel some sort of gratitude.

"i need you to do something for me."

the bristles of hawks' feather hover over dabi's pulse in a threatening manner, but he feels no more in peril than he would at the cruelty of a baby chick. he knows the number two hero won't harm him, at least not without regretting it later, and this is the perfect time to use that to his advantage. hawks narrows his eyes at him, nose wrinkling in accord.

"why would i do anything for you after that stunt you pulled?" he snarls, and dabi almost has to laugh at the drastic switch in personality. the way he presents himself to the public is a true contrast compared to the persona only he and the league have had the pleasure of seeing.

"because if you don't, everyone will know you've been fraternizing with the enemy, and we wouldn't want number two falling off his high pedestal, now would we?"

this time, dabi audibly laughs when hawks' guise wavers. the other grits his teeth, slowly withdrawing the feather and allowing it to fall limp at his side. he revels in his victory, short though it be, and reaches into his pocket to procure a letter marked with your name and address. putting your location at the disposal of a hero isn't something he's proud of doing, but it's all he has left, and he doesn't have the resolve to tell you directly.

coward, his conscious mocks as he holds it out for hawks to take. the winged man stares at it with befuddlement, his movements stalling here and there when he seizes the paper between his thumb and pointer finger. dabi tuts lightly but menacingly, yanking hawks towards him by the wrist and igniting his quirk to leave a faint mark there.

"you're gonna deliver this for me, no questions asked. don't you dare open it."

despite the clear uncertainty, hawks took heed of the ominous demand and carried it out later that night. he had not expected a young man with tear-stained cheeks to greet him at the door, much less the endless babble of 'thank you's as you took the letter with shaking hands.

dabi hadn't wished for you to send one back, but the ongoing stream of them was considered fair, after he'd left without much of a trace. still, he had promised himself that he would never read them, for fear of it opening the wound inflicted by having to say goodbye.

dabi can't understand the sudden change of mind for the life of him, and yet, he finds that he doesn't care whether it opposes every rule he set to keep you safe—to keep himself safe. he tears open the envelope and slumps against the tree trunk, bark and leather grating together as he hesitantly unfolds the parchment, briefly shutting his eyes as a last act of resistance to the helpless cry from within; longing for the familiarity of your poetic words. instead of the delicate precision that was to be anticipated, dabi stared down at your messy scrawl, a carnal fear rising from within and causing his throat to clamp up. the memories begin to flash at a faster rate, like an old-timey picture film. dabi has just finished putting the kettle on to boil when hears the floorboards creak, followed by the sound of your slippers shuffling across the floor. he snickers, remembering that the only pair you have is the one he bought you; a well worn match that looks oddly like cloud bunnies. you've made sure to exemplify how much you love the gift by wearing them around the house on rainy or lazy days, all paired with a wistful smile. this morning is no different as you worm your way under dabi's hold and press your face into his chest, a satisfied groan escaping you when he cards his fingers through your hair and scratches the scalp.

the robe you wear is half-hanging from your shoulders, which makes for an enticing view from where dabi stands, but he simply kisses the crown of your head and continues waiting for the pot to simmer.

"did you hear that noise?" you slur, just barely discernable over the kettle's shrieking. dabi quirks a brow in question as you rub the leftover grogginess from your eyes, tiredly nodding at the back window.

"little past midnight, i think. coulda sworn i heard somethin' rifling around in the trash." dabi squints at this new information while eyeing your appearance. the dark circles and intermittent yawning indicate a lack of sleep, and if he weren't there to keep you steady, you might collapse onto the floor as a snoring heap. if it really disturbed him, he should have woken me up, he thinks, pulling you closer with an ever-deepening frown. you snuggle up to him as if it's second nature, sleepily giggling away when his digits stray too close to your side.

"s'probably raccoons, but if you're worried, i can stay longer just to make sure." you look up at him with nothing short of pure, unbridled adoration, cupping his face and squishing it gently, to your own entertainment. after a moment of consideration, you shake your head.

"nah, you're probably right."

the feeling hits dabi like a tidal wave, dragging him below the raging surface; far below where the light of day cannot touch. it suffocates him and brings rise to the sickening taste of bile on his tongue, but he doesn't have time to spare in throwing it all up, so he swallows it. withered patches of grass crunch under his feet as he peels himself from the tree and breaks into a dash, sparing your letter the flames fueled by his anguish as to let it drift in the breeze, the single sentence written on it already engraved in his mind.

it wasn't raccoons.

dabi doesn't care what shigaraki will have to say about this when he gets back. the only thing he cares about is that you'll still be alive to say anything to him when he reaches you, and that whoever has invaded your home is willing to die for what they've done, or what they're currently doing, and fuck—he isn't even sure if this is you calling for help or not, but he can't risk being right.

the distance between the base and the lighthouse feels lightyears apart, yet simultaneously at arms length when dabi is running at speeds he hasn't ever been able to achieve before. if he stumbles at any point during his sprint, or if he happens to bump into an unsuspecting civilian on the street, he doesn't notice. the resonant thumping of his own heartbeat is all that he can hear as he thanks the gods for the flow of traffic being so spaced out, otherwise it would be near impossible for him to reach you in time.

in time for what? he has to ask. dabi doesn't even want to think about the repercussions, but the scenarios arrive in rivulets despite the mental trapeze he goes through to push them down, and they only continue to grow into oceans; darker, colder and harboring thoughts too gruesome for even someone of his caliber to handle. he won't realize until much later that he'd forgotten to put on his disguise, but the way people ogle at him with fear and disgust does not suppress the need to protect you.

even now, he can sense the pressure building behind his eyes, though it's more painful that it used to be. dabi hasn't cried in months, and it shows by how unabating the rivers of blood trickle from his skin grafts, despite his feverish attempts to stop them. look at yourself, holding together by a thread and weeping in public like a child whose lost his mother in the crowd. it wouldn't have come to this if he had stayed.

something shifts in the scenery; a distinct line drawn between the city and its neighboring countryside; but it makes no difference to the impending peril that looms ahead. the closer he gets, the sooner he'll find you waiting for him, dead or alive. dabi staggers, his breath hitching at the thought, as well as the harsh sting of pain that erupts when his knee collides with the gravel below. he pushes himself forward in little time, a strangled yell ripping his throat raw as his vision settles on the top of the lighthouse, peeking over the hillside. you have to be there—you just have to. he isn't done with you yet, and you're sure as hell not done with him.

the earth is damp beneath his feet, and it soaks through the canvas of his shoes whilst he darts past the boulevard and onto your property, crying out to you. surely, you must hear him. surely—

dabi practically hurls himself at the front door, his blood running cold when it opens for him effortlessly and swings ajar to reveal the living room, upturned and scattered with broken bits and pieces of furniture. there's no sign of you or whoever did this. the oakwood flooring groans under his weight as he barrels down the hall, peering into every room, beneath your bed and any other place where you could be hiding. nothing. his search ends in vain at the front doorstep, where he stands hunched over and dry heaving. no, no, no. you can't be gone.

"y/n!" he shouts. his only response is the crashing of waves against the shore and the incessant cawing of seagulls. for a moment, dabi forgets how to breathe, and then the ability returns to him; his legs aching horribly as he rushes to the beach. the arrangement of rocks is sporadic at first, but they gradually form large clumps the further he carries on, urging him to squeeze between the narrower openings. it comes with some difficulty, but at last he is able to hobble onto the sandy coast and rest his sights upon the vast sea. he can recall when seeing its murky blue sea would have put him at ease, but now it only causes his senses to be clouded with distress.

"y/n!" the once calm ripples rise into rolling billows that drench the shoreline in frothy heaps of algae, wreckage and blood. it curls and disbands within the ocean to pollute its cerulean hues with ones of scarlet red, and just like that, dabi's heart sinks like the titanic. he'll never forget the sight of you, face-down in the water; your favorite shirt slashed to shreds, clinging to your body as nothing more than a tattered mess. dabi wades into the water until it reaches his ankles, completely numb to its freezing temperature as he sinks down to hoist you up. he rests you on his thighs and presses his lips onto yours with urgency, shortly pulling back so that he can thrust his palms upon your chest and push. he doesn't care to remember how many times he repeats this, but when he finally sits back on his haunches to release a stifled curse, the feeling of dread has only just begun to take control.

you've never looked so pale.

a guttural sob wrenches itself past his grinding teeth as more tears arise, dappling your cheeks like raindrops. it wracks his body and sends forth a surge of agony to course through his veins. dabi cups your face with a shaking hand, the other secured around your waist while he kisses you, his erratic pleas falling upon deaf ears.

"come back. . .come back." his bawling ceases to end, no matter the abrasive pain blossoming in his gullet.

"c'mon, doll. where's that sweet voice of yours?" his thumb strokes your bottom lip as though beckoning you to speak. when nothing follows, he makes a pathetic sniveling sound mixed with something broken; a blubber or whine, he does not know. the burden of your lifeless form causes the reality to set in; a dagger piercing his insides and twisting as to drag the most blood-curdling screams from him.

dabi loved you, and he wishes he had the strength to say it when you were still there. it was only within the presence of his own demons that he was able to utter his affections; curled into himself and waiting for a reply that would never come, carried on the wind that bit his skin. he loved you because you held him like a child when his father hadn't even the heart to acknowledge him as his own. you spoke his name—his real name—as though the blood on his hands was not there; like you had washed it away yourself through acts of tenderness that he did not deserve.

and now you're gone.

you're gone, and—

dabi's entire body jolts with a start, a familiar heat dancing across the grafts of his marred skin. a faint blue glow radiates from his fists, which are tightly fastened the weighted blanket that lays crumpled atop his legs. he lets go with a shuttering gasp, observing the black smudges that reside where his flames once were, then blinking owlishly at his surroundings. the room is shrouded in darkness, all save for the bedside table to the left of him that is dimly lit by a flickering oil lamp. that, and the spaces illuminated by the moon's brilliance, showering the floor with multicolored spots as it glistens through the stained glass window. something slots into place, but all it does is send dabi's mind into overdrive.

where is he? where are you? are you really dead? everything hurts.

his nails drag down the length of his arms, seeking some sort of comfort in the pain that blooms there. it doesn't last long, however, when the bed suddenly dips, and a soothing warmth is placed on the small of his back.

"touya?" you croak, your words lingering with the remnants of sleep. dabi—no—touya, swears that he could cry again, right then and there. his eyes flit over your torso, where several scars in varying sizes have desecrated the skin. as he idly traces the pink lines, one final memory surfaces from the depths of his subconscious. him, desperately pounding your sternum; the last threads of denial snapping in tune; and you, coughing and spewing both curses and whatever seawater that had clogged up your lungs. touya held you in that same position for hours, listening as your ragged wheezing turned into hiccupping sobs. hauling you inside had been no easy feat, and having to hear your muffled groans while he stitched you up by the crackling hearth was no better, but the evening after had been pleasant.

you could not recollect the face of the intruder, and with such little information to go off of, touya was left to wallow in self-loathing for love he had almost lost. no amount of therapy could prevent the following nightmares and panic attacks, but in time, the rekindling of your relationship was proved successful, and dabi was prepared to repay you for the moments where you consoled him.

it wasn't just a dream. it had all happened, and yet here you were, alive and well.

a pensive look crosses your features when you note how quiet touya is, and you take it as a sign to break the tension with a tried-and-true method from the past. he doesn't resist as you coo softly, pulling him under the covers and wrapping yourself around him, a garbled tune fleeing from past your lips before you press them to his shoulder. you trail the faintest of butterfly kisses along his neck, his jaw, his cheeks and so on. the anxiety coiled in touya's chest starts to untangle, leaving him as a trembling bundle of nerves in your arms as you shush him, your nimble fingers carting through his hair.

if he weren't so tired, he would have laughed at how the tables have turned; with you cradling him in the way he's so used to doing. still, not even he can deny that it feels nice to be held like this.

"s'alright sweetheart. i'm here. . ." you whisper, and the effect is instantaneous. touya stills as he inhales the scent of buttercream and fresh pine that wafts into the bedroom, his eyelids fluttering shut. all he can hope for is that your presence will drive away any nightmares that foreshadow his well-needed rest, and that when he wakes up in the morning, you'll still be at his side.

dabi made a mistake, and thousands more will come to pass, because underneath the grit and grime that makes up his callous exterior, there is a human being; struggling to survive and struggling to please, just as much as the next. but he'll never leave you again. he had promised you as such with the band of gold now encircling your ring finger, and as long as he lives, he'll never break it.

[autumnleaves1991-blog]

Hello there sweetie, I'm here to ask for #101 for our sweet Marcus Pike pretty please. That man makes me weak. *blows kisses*

A/N: Here ya go, doll! Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy it! Thank you for reading, commenting, and reblogging. 

Pairing: Marcus Pike x F! Reader

Warnings: Explicit NSFW 18 + Only for language, p in v sex, gagging (kinda), and breast worship. 

Masterlist 

More Than a Secretary 

Marcus Pike is one of the sweetest men on Earth. He’s kind, respectful, a hopeless romantic, an art lover, and appreciates a good meal. As the director of the art theft department at the FBI, he was assigned a larger office with a view of the National Mall, an insane amount of paperwork, and you, the woman who made it all run smoothly. 

Your job covered much more than getting him an extra cup of coffee and answering the phone. Marcus, as he repeatedly told you to call him, needed you. You kept his office organized, made sure he ate and held off the bosses who wanted nothing more than to drag him into unnecessary meetings where they could parade him around like a peacock. Your heart fluttered every time he put a hand respectfully on your wrist and smiled, telling you how he couldn’t live without you. 

But that wasn’t all true. 

It hurt to see him go on a date after date, and nothing came to fruition. And it wasn’t like he was unattractive. Fuck, the man was a damn work of art. He’d shaved off the beard and kept his face nice and clean, hair tidy, body athletic, and damn, you loved his nose, all sharp and those eyes? You could forever get lost in the warmth shining through; yes, Marcus Pike was perfect...and also your boss. 

You’re startled from your thoughts when a paper cup from the local coffee place you love is placed on your desk. You look up and smile at Marcus, “honey, citrus, mint green tea, right?” he asks and does a fist bump when you nod. “I also got you a peach muffin; you said you liked those last time you went.” 

“I did,” you giggle, “how did you remember that? It was like three weeks ago.” 

“I notice you,” he replies softly, giving you an almost shy smile. 

“Thank you, Marcus.” You take the tea and take a sip, yelping when it slides down the front of your shirt, burning your skin. “Shit, that’s hot,” you stand, holding the fabric away from your chest. 

“I have an extra shirt in my office from after my workout, come on,” Marcus quickly shuffles you in and closes the door. Going to the window and shutting the blinds, “are you okay?” he asks with a slightly panicked tone. 

“I’m fine,” you mumble, embarrassed, “it was just scalding.” You work on the buttons of your shirt, hand trembling, and stop before the last button, quickly realizing the problem. “Shit,” you whisper, looking up and watching Marcus, “the wire on my bra snapped this morning, so I just went without, I-” he eyes the trail of skin between the valley of your breasts. 

“You’re n- not, um, w-wearing anything under that, are you..?” you know you should tell him to look away, but you can’t seem to find the words. He takes a step closer and raises his eyes to look at you, “I’m sorry,” he mumbles, “let me get you that shirt.” 

He turns away and over to the large cabinet in the corner. The way his eyes traveled over your exposed flesh made your heart pound. The blood pooling in your ears as he watched the gentle rise and fall of your chest, the way a lover would. You flash through all the moments with Marcus over the past few months; lunch together, when he brought you coffee, the way he got you back a snowglobe from Alaska a couple of weeks ago. Does Marcus have feelings for you? 

The chance will not happen again, and you steel yourself for the possibility of rejection as you drop the shirt from your shoulders onto the ground. He doesn’t turn around, instead holding out the shirt behind him and keeping his eyes closed, “I’m really sorry,” he mumbles, “here, take my shirt. We can dry yours, and you can change back later.” 

You take a deep breath and step closer, grabbing the shirt from his outstretched hand. “Thank you, Marcus,” you toss the shirt onto his desk. “Marcus?” 

“Are you dressed?” 

“No,” you reply breathlessly, “Marcus, I want you to see me.” 

He drops his chin to his chest and takes a deep trembling breath, his eyes still closed. “I-I want to,” he whispers, “We shouldn’t; I’m your boss.” 

“Do you want me, Marcus?” 

“More than anything,” he whispers, shuddering when you step closer and press your chest against his, bringing his arm around you. He lifts his head and presses his forehead against yours, his lips but a breath away. 

“I want you too. I have wanted you for so long.” He groans, dropping his head and kissing you. You whimper against his lips, your nipples hard pressed against his chest as he runs his big hands down the naked skin of your back. You lick his lip, and he opens his mouth, tangling his tongue with yours. 

“Fuck, baby,” he moans, opening his eyes and gazing down at you. He cups your cheek and smiles, keeping his eyes on yours, always the respectful gentleman, “you’re so beautiful.” 

“I could say the same about you,” you tease with a giggle. He laughs, and the look of pure bliss on his face warms your heart. You made it a personal mission that you would try to keep that look of happiness on his face for the rest of your lives. 

“We should get back to work,” he whispers with a groan as you press closer to him, “even though I doubt I’ll be able to get anything done today.” 

“Oh, and why is that?” you ask and shiver, the Summer heat outside has the buildings running cold, and he shrugs out of his jacket and wraps it around you. He keeps his eyes above your neck as you put your hands through the coat. “Marcus?” he looks up, “you can look at me; I want you too.” 

He finally looks down, looking at you in his jacket, your breasts covered by the fabric, but the swells peek out on each side. He takes a step forward, “can I touch you?” 

You bite your lip, “I would be disappointed if you didn’t.” He wastes no time, running his fingertips down the center of your chest. You feel the goosebumps on your skin, and you tremble as he presses his hand over your breast, cupping you in his hands. 

“Are you cold?” he whispers, his nose running against your cheek as he tweaks your nipple between the rough pad of his fingers. His breath is warm, and you turn your head to kiss him again, moaning against his lips. 

“No, just touch me, Marcus,” you whimper as he brings both hands down to your hips and pulls you forward towards his desk. He keeps his lips on yours, and you gasp when he sits down on his chair and drags you to straddle his lap. His cock is hard and pressing against the seam, wanting to play. 

“Is this okay?” he asks nervously; part of him believes this is a dream that he’s about to wake up from. “We can stop.” 

“Don’t you dare,” you breathe, shifting higher on his lap and putting your chest towards his face, “taste me, Marcus.” He moans, pushing open his coat and tossing it to the floor. You thread your fingers through his hair and pull him forward, the wet tip of his tongue swirling around your nipple. “Fuck,” you mumble, arching your chest and throwing your head back. He takes his time pleasuring your breasts, switching between the two. 

You are soaking through your panties as he pleasures your chest. “Damn, you’re more beautiful than a work of art,” he muses, sitting back to stare at your chest. You’re panting, the rise and fall of your chest causing your tits to bounce, your nipples are red and dripping from the trail of saliva left from his tongue. 

“Marcus?” you ask, quiet lifting your head to stare down at him, “why’d you stop?” 

He grins at you and cups your cheek giving you a soft kiss, “because you deserve more than me fucking you in my chair at work. I want to take you to dinner and make love to you in bed. I want to give you everything you deserve and more. I’ve waited too long for you to fuck it up.” 

You nod, running your fingers through his hair, you feel how much he wants you, and you grin. “That sounds wonderful, and I want all of that, Marcus...but can’t we have both? Can’t you fuck me now in your chair at work and then take me to dinner tonight and fuck me in a bed?” He gulps, and you can see him becoming more convinced of your plan by the minute. “Unless you don’t want me right now,” you grind on his lap, and he groans, “but I feel like that’s not the case.” 

He looks at the clock on the wall and nods, standing up with you still in his arms, and you yelp and hold tight around his neck. “I have that meeting with Peterson in twenty minutes; I’ll have to be quick. I promise tonight I am going to take my time and memorize every inch of your skin with my tongue.” 

“Fuck me, Marcus, please,” you gasp when he tugs your pants and panties down your legs. He stands and pushes back, “lay back on the desk.” You climb onto the desk and lay back, feeling him step between your legs, pushing them up and over his shoulders. He fumbles with his belt, and the zipper lowering is loud in the silence of his office. 

He drags his cock through your folds, and you whimper when you feel him press inside, “shhh, you need to be quiet, baby, can you do that?” You nod, and he pushes himself further inside you, putting one of his hands down to play with your clit. You bite your lip as the moan creeps its way up to your throat; he quickly undoes his tie and shoves it in your mouth, “I’m sorry, baby tonight, you can scream as loud as you want.” He presses himself the rest of the way to the hilt, and he groans, biting the side of your leg as he rocks his hips back and forth slowly. 

He’s not overly big, but he stretches you better than any before, and his fingers on your clit have you feeling the pleasure swell. He snaps his hips quickly, and you pray no one comes knocking on his office door. The sounds of his cock snapping into you over and over again the only sounds as you salivate around his tie, his face a wreck as he fucks you deeply. “Fuck, you feel so good. Are you close, sweetheart?” 

You nod, eyes rolling back in your head; you arch your chest and tighten around his cock with a gasp. “Yes, baby, cum for me,” he whispers, quickening his pace, and keeping his eyes on you as you cum together. He spills inside you, hot and thick, you soaking his cock. Your legs ache as he slowly lowers them back down and pulls out. He reaches for the tie in your mouth and pulls it out, slowly bringing you up to kiss gently. He looks like a man who just got fucked, his hair a mess, a sheen of sweat on his brow, his tie missing, and his cock hanging down. 

“You’re naked baby,” you look down and giggle, noticing you are, in fact, utterly naked on your boss’s desk after he just fucked you on it. 

“I am indeed Marcus; what are you going to do about it?” 

He grins, “I promise you tonight; I am going to make you cum so many times. On my tongue, my fingers, my cock. I am going to treat you right.” 

He moves around the office, collecting your clothes and helping you get dressed. He takes a handkerchief out of his desk and wipes the cum from between your legs. “Do you still want my shirt?” he asks, holding up the shirt from his cabinet, “yours is still soaked.” 

“Yeah, that would probably be best,” you pull the shirt over your head, the big, bold yellow letters of FBI across your chest. 

“That’s something I could get used to,” he mumbled, coming to stand beside you, “you in my clothes, freshly fucked.” 

“It’s something I could get used to doing, but we don’t have time for that now Marcus, you have your meeting with Peterson in two minutes.” He curses, and you giggle as he fixes his hair in the mirror and grabs a new tie from the cabinet, slinging it around his neck. You come over and tie it around his neck as he pulls his jacket over his shoulders. 

“Don’t worry, baby, this is just the beginning.” 

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