#Yay my fist post

[self-made-purgatories]

yes that's an actual quote from the show @ablankboredtoinsanity

James Tits Kirk and his green shirt wish everyone a joyous Touch His Tit Tuesday

go for it Bones! just grab him back, you know his beautiful tits are irresistible in that slutty green wraparound shirt. come on you coward, do it for Touch His Tit Tuesday

(we're going to need a Scotty doll, @ablankboredtoinsanity, based on his face he definitely wants in on the next round)

[getthembees]

Cassandra Cain I Am The Dog Animatic

happy birthday to my beloved blorbo... this is late to cass cain week because as you can see it is a behemoth and i spent 2 weeks on it. first time making smth like this but phew the things i would do for cass. Song is I Am the Dog by Sir Chloe

if you wanna read me yapping about every choice i made for these frames it is under the cut!!

I'm not going to be pulling each frame for this because that would be so much so Ill go by lyric :]

head underwater / hand in a fist

I start with cass post shiva fight after she wins and then immediately go all the way back in time to the act of violence that put cass on her suicide mission in the first place

hard to describe something ill never miss

baby cass is holding that mans throat in her hands, the most prominent mark on her chest is his blood / adult cass is holding her mask in her hand, and the most prominent mark on her chest is the bat symbol

i am the dog under your couch

this wolf is a reference to the mark of cain symbol which im...pretty sure is a wolf? its really shittily drawn and not a lot of references but whatever. she is being partially covered by the mark of her father.

gnashing teeth and open mouth

remember that time where cass conquered a pack of dogs (or wolves?) and then ate a cow raw. this is that

shouldn't have clawed my own way out

this is pretty self explanatory

loving you's my only house

OK! that one scene where we see cass's birth and it says the first sound she heard was her mother and the second was a gun shot? that made me terminally insane. this is that.

then we go through a fast montage of cass's important parental people in her life in order david/babs/bruce/shiva. we end with the scene we opened with in the beginning, zoomed out, and cass seems happier. yay!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Besotted 5

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, virginity loss, age gap, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: your new neighbour brings intrigue and a bit of danger.

Characters: ex-con!Bucky Barnes (silverfox)

Note: Friday at last and my house guest is away for a couple days.

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Bucky plants his feet as the bike comes to a stop. You look up at the duplex and your insides get all swirly. You're home and still giddy. You've made up your mind. It's now or never.

He shuts off the engine and waits for you to get off first. You hang onto his shoulder for balance as you hop down. He gets off without much effort and heaves a dark sigh. He hesitates and you do too.

"That was awesome, Bucky," you shimmy. 

"Mm," he drones and flinches, moving toward the saddle bag. He unbuckles it and takes out the cookies. "Don't forget these."

You take them reluctantly and he hauls out his bag of groceries. He wraps one arm around it and lets the flap fall open. He faces you as you clutch the box to your chest. Don't let him do it. He can't send you away now.

"Hey, you want... want to try some? I could make us some tea."

His eyes dart to the side then he looks down at the bag. He fidgets and shifts on his feet. He looks at you and his forehead lines. He deflates just a little as you watch him with rounded, hopeful eyes.

"Sure, I should get the yogurt in the fridge though so why don't you come in?" He relents.

You could fist pump and jump in glee. You don't. You're not that lame. You bounce and smile.

"Oh, yay," you grin, "so you got everything set up?"

"Hm, not much. Still got a few things to grab," he grits.

You walk up the steps beside him and stand aside, waiting for him to unlock the door. He keeps the screen door open with his elbow then pauses before he pushes open the inner one. He sniffs.

"Go on, girl," he waves inside.

Huh, what happened to doll?

You enter as if you've discovered some ancient crypt full of treasures meant for the after world. There's a couch and a coffee table, a floor lamp behind the former. The area rug is the only piece of decor to give it any warmth. You try not to be too obvious as you take account of the barren space.

"I might got some tea," he says as he gentle touches your back and slips by. You savour the tingle along your spine.

You take off your boots before you break the threshold of the front room. You tiptoe in as you hear him in the kitchen. He sighs as cupboards open and close.

"It doesn't have to be tea," you call to him. You near the table and examine the motorcycle magazine, a sheet of paper tucked under the cover.

"Good, all I got is beer," he says. 

"Mmm," you turn as he comes close with the bottles.

"Coasters," he says.

"Oh, uh, right," you set the box next to the magazine and take two of the cork coasters from the stack. You place them down and he swiftly clanks the bottles into place.

"I know it's not much but uh, get comfortable," he says.

You pluck up a bottle and sit on the couch. You taste the malty beer. It's not bad. He paces around and nears the window. You watch his back.

You lean forward to set down the bottle and tear the seal on the box. You flip the top and pick out two cookies. You get up and approach him. You stop beside him.

"Try one," you offer.

He exhales and accepts it with a thanks. You nibble and he crunches into his. It's a bit dry by sweet.

You're nervous. You've never been this close in your life. Now you have the prime opportunity. You're in his space. You finish the cookie and smack your lips.

"Dry," you chuckle, "need to wash it down."

"Me too," he says.

He follows you as you go to grab your beer. You drink and sit. He does the same, stiffly, as he takes his beer and swigs. Your eyes stick to him. You watch his throat and the way his chest stretches the fabric of his shirt. You set the beer back on the cork and sidle closer. You're fuzzy all over.

You put your hand on his knee. He flinches and lowers the bottle. He looks at your hand and reaches to set down the beer. His other hand covers yours and he peels it off.

"Look, doll," he squeezes and clears his throat, gently laying your hand in your own lap. "There's things you don't know about me. I think you better just finish and go."

"Bucky, I... it's okay. Whatever it is."

"I'm too old for ya," he puffs. "You're young. Don't do this."

His eyes bore into yours. You pout.

"I might be young but I can make my own choices. So why don't you tell me so I can?"

His cheek twitches, "girl--"

"Please. Don't I deserve to know?"

"I don't know what you're thinking, girl. Alright? Look at us. I'm... I gotta twice your age. And you're... you're too sweet for your own good."

"Tell me," you reach for him again, petting the denim on his thigh. "I won't go until you do. Or you can drag me out."

His eyes flicker and he looks at the window behind you. His jaw squares and he shakes his head. He slaps his hand over yours again but doesn't move it away.

"I'm a criminal. I just got out and I'm tryna rebuild, but I'm not changed. Alright? You understand me," he snarls. "I'm a bad man. I hurt people. Too late for me to change that."

You search his face, "but... you haven't hurt me. And you did your time."

"Girl, don't be foolish."

"No, Bucky, you told me and I don't care. I don't care what you are. I know that you feel this too," you move closer. "Don't you?"

He turns his head and stares at the wall. You squeeze his thigh and get up on your knees. You trail your touch up to his belt and he grunts, stopping you with his thick fingers around your wrist.

"Bucky, please," you beg. "It's just us. Nothing else."

"Girl--" he pleads.

"You're not too old, you're not too bad," you slip free of his grasp and tickle up his shirt, "you're perfect for me, baby."

You bring your hand to his jaw and flutter your fingers along his beard. He shudders and you raise yourself on your knees. You lean in and press your lips to his. He grabs your upper arm but doesn't push you away. He growls as you open your mouth and slide your tongue along his lips.

His hand slides away from your arm and to your back, crawling to the back of your neck. You brace his shoulder and swing your leg across him, straddling his lap as you deepen the kiss. He groans as you hook an arm around his neck and snare him. You rock him slightly as you breathe into him, tilting your pelvis against him. 

He grips your hip with his other hand and parts from your mouth. His eyes are cloudy as he gazes up at you. The tension is his cheek pulses.

"Doll," he shakes his head, "one last chance..."

"I got condoms," you say as you sit back and reach to your cross body bag, still resting against your side.

He shivers and slackens against the couch. "You're too much."

"I know what I want," you assure him.

He stares at you and his lashes flick, He grabs the strap of your cross body bag and unhooks it from around you. He puts it on the cushion and gulps. He frames your face with his hands, his thumbs rubbing your cheekbones. He sighs. 

You reach up to curl your fingers under the straps of your tanks top and drag them down your arms. You feel him beneath you. He's hard already. You're soaking through your panties, not that there's much to them.

You push down the sheath of your top to your waist. He inhales sharply and you reach back, your chest bulging as you tug at the band of your bra. You unhook it and quickly drop it down to your wrists. Your tits pop free and jiggle as you toss your bra.

He blinks at your chest. He just sits there, paralysed. You giggle and grab his hands, putting them on your tits, making him squeeze them. He purrs and rolls his hips.

"Doll, you're... you're..." He gropes you then slips his hands down to lift your tits. He leans forward and nuzzles your flesh, pushing your chest around his face as he snarls. You got him. There's no going back.

You arch your back and cling to his head, urging him on. He nips and teethes at you, tracing your nipple with his thumb before popping it between his lips. He hums and swirls his tongue around the hard bud. It must have been a while for him, having been in jail. That sends another thrill through you.

You twine your fingers into his hair and grazes his scalp with your nails. He snarls as he continues to bounce your tits, squeezing and pawing. You never cared much for the extra weight, but now that he's drowning in them, you can't complain.

You lip your hand down between your bodies and feel along the front of his jeans. He groans and wriggles against your touch. He's rock-hard. He hisses as he pulls away and drops back against the couch heavily.

"Doll," he tenses up.

You giggle and tug at the bottom of his shirt. You push it up his stomach and over his broad chest. You mess his hair as you swoop it past his head and drop it over the back of the couch.

Now it's your turn. You flatten your hands across his pecs and moan. He growls and you drag your nails lightly down his skin, the soft hair contrasting against hard muscle. His stomach is cushier but not in a bad way.

"Baby, you got me struggling," he groans and rubs your thighs, his pelvis tilting desperately.

"Me too," you breathe.

You linger at the top of his jeans then back off of him carefully. His eyes widen. You see fear in him. You grin and turn to wiggle your ass as him. You hook your fingers inside your leggings and bend as you push them down. Your thong rides up between your cheeks. He hums as the couch springs whine beneath him.

You shiver as your nerves flurry in your chest. This is it. So close. You're throbbing. You can see the slickness in your leggings as you step out of them.

"How... why do you want me, doll? You're... you're gorgeous," he rasps.

You stand and face him again. You shake your chest at him and he brings his fist up to bite his knuckle. You feel powerful.

You slink closer to him and touch the front of your bejeweled thong, a little heart on black. "Can I keep these on?"

"Yes," he croaks and clears his throat, "yes, doll."

You grin and grab your bag. You unzip the front pocket and slide free the strip of condoms. It unfurls and you laugh. "Oops... think we'll need them all?"

He startles you as he swipes up the end and tears one off, "we'll see."

You drop the rest beside your bag and blink at him. You sense something different. He tears open his pants and raises himself off the cushion as he shoves the denim down. His dick bobs above the elastic of his briefs, the head swollen and weeping. You get even wetter as you see the veins bulging under the skin.

He rips the wrapper with his teeth. He trembles as he presses the rubber to his tip and you near him, wavering as you weigh the moment. This is your last day a virgin. You take a silent breath and lean forward to grab his shoulders. He quakes and moans as he slides the condom down his length.

You bring yourself over his lap, hovering above him as he grips himself. He frames your hip and hisses, "doll, please, please, I need you on me. I need--"

You reach down and wrap your fingers above his. He lets go and gasps. You angle his tip along your cunt and push your panties aside. You stare down at him. Your eyes cling to his and you bite your lip.

You dip down carefully. As you open around him, you grunt. You sink your nails into his trap and your eyes speckle with tears. Oh, it hurts more than you expect.

He taps your hip, "stop," he snarls.

You bat your lashes but obey, "I can take it--"

"Come on," he feels along your side. He loops his arm around you and in an instant, he has your back to the cushion. He slips out of you. 

He fishes out your bag from beneath you and sweeps it onto the floor. He knees on the other end of the couch and urges you further up. You drag yourself until your head is against the armrest. 

He bends between your knees and kneads your thighs, his eyes on your cunt. He licks his lips before he plunges in. You yipe in surprise as he laps at you, his beard tickling your lips as he pushes your legs wider.

He flicks his tongue around and across your clit. You spasm and clasp onto his hair as the sensations stir within like flames. Your thighs clench and your spine stiffen. You pout and gulp loudly as he toys with you, suckling and swiping as you squirm.

He growls into you and traces a finger along your ass up to your entrance. He spreads the wetness there before he delves inside. He pushes his finger in bit by bit then draws it back out. He adds another and urges inside even deeper.

His tongue teases you to the edge as he pushes in and out of your cunt. He hums and drinks you up, spreading his tongue as wide as he can to taste all over you. He seals his lips once more around your clit and the pressure pinpoints, pulsing faster and faster until your muscles release.

There's a sudden surge and a hot flow coursing from you, dripping down his fingers. You convulse and whimper as you wash away with your orgasm.

He kisses your cunt before he sits up. You watch him, bleary-eyed, and he wipes the glisten from his beard with a hum. He inhales so his chest puffs out and he cracks his neck.

"If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it right," he growls.

[kennedysbaby]

be my angel

content: re4r leon x female reader. domestic fluff. making out. established relationship. angst elements. author's note: inspired by the mazzy star song! the lack of leon kennedy fluff is concerning. also first time posting on tumblr yay.

₊⊹⁀➴ ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55001149

if it weren't for you, leon probably would've lost his mind a long time ago. you were so sweet, so gentle, so understanding—he sometimes questioned if he even deserved someone as unscathed as yourself. it was comforting dating a regular civilian, someone who wasn't exposed to the daily nightmares he faced in his line of work. being so blissfully ignorant to the horrors of the world was a luxury he no longer afforded, never did. 

leon hated the sad look that'd cross your perfect features as he left for one of his gruesome missions, that last goodbye kiss that had him tightly gripping the steering wheel as he pulled out of the driveway, the asphalt crackling beneath the tires. the fact that he couldn't tell you much about said missions, given their classified nature, only made him more upset—it felt like wordlessly forsaking you for one-to-two weeks at a time.

oh, but the sweet expression you'd have on your face as you twisted the metal doorknob, the way it lightened up at the mere sight of him. it had leon's chest tightening and breath hitching, wanting nothing more than to pull you into a long, hard kiss. you had him acting a fool, needless to say. 

tonight was a little different, though. the digital clock on the dashboard read 12:47 am, causing leon to scoff lightly under his breath. he disliked coming home late, knowing most likely that you were probably up, huddled on the couch with thick blankets wrapped around you, wishing it was his arms keeping you warm instead. 

leon's gaze then drifted back up towards the heavy rain thrashing vehemently against the ground, the deafening silence disrupted by the droplets pattering against the window and the swiping of the windshield wipers doing their job, giving him a clear view of the road ahead. he was still a good twenty minutes away from home, and that fact alone makes him press his foot against the gas a little harder, damning any traffic laws at the moment. 

though, crashing the car in an attempt to see you sooner was a bit counterintuitive—and he'd be seeing god, if anyone.

once leon finally pulled up to the quaint little townhouse the two of you owned together, he parked the car, pulling the keys out of the ignition and shoving them into the pocket of his black cargo pants. with a soft sigh, he quietly shut the car door, and walked up the steps to the front door. the rain had calmed down a bit, simply drizzling now. 

knock, knock, knock . his fisted hand gently rapped against the door a few times, but to leon's dismay, he still hadn't heard your footsteps leading up to him. it then hit him that it was one in the morning, and it was more than likely that you'd fallen asleep—possibly from staying up for him. a frown creased onto his lips, upset with himself for coming back so late. even if it wasn't his fault, he still felt guilty. despite how much you reassured him, leon always thought you could a whole lot better than him.

reluctantly, leon pulled his set of house keys out of his pocket, and slid the metal through the lock, opening the door with a click . inside was dark, quiet…yet peaceful. as he padded across the area, the floorboards lightly creaking beneath his feet, he took notice of how clean it was; someone had used their time wisely, he thought with a smile. well, either that, or you had just gotten so bored out of your mind waiting for him. he was well aware of how antsy you'd get on the days you knew he was coming back.

leon was also now aware of how disappointed you probably were now, seeing as he came back far later than anticipated. 

that's when his eyes land upon you, snoring away softly on the sofa, and—just like he imagined—curled up beneath a warm, knitted blanket. the open tv cast a soft glow across the tidy living room, alongside a few warm-scented candles you had lit. that, alongside the rhythmic thrumming of the rain against the windowpane, made for a very cozy atmosphere. leon took careful steps towards the couch, kneeling down in front of you. 

"i'm sorry, angel," leon mumbled, his voice soft as to not wake you up. he brushed a few stray strands of hair behind your ear, the contrasting feeling of his calloused fingers against your soft skin roused you a bit, causing you to stir in place. leon chuckled at your tired grumbles, pressing a chaste kiss against your forehead. 

the kiss is what fully wakes you up, instantly jolting upwards, sitting yourself upright. the blanket rustles around you as your sleepy eyes widen, registering the fact that your boyfriend—that you hadn't seen in two weeks—was right in front of you, giving you the softest smile. "leon?" you muttered, still in disbelief.

"go back to sleep baby, we can talk in the morning," he said, peppering gentle kisses across your face. your skin burns beneath his lips, any feelings of exhaustion slowly slipping away. if leon really wanted you to go back to sleep, he damn well knew better than to act all sappy like this.

"no, no, no," you quickly—and incoherently—mumbled, blinking a few times to adjust your eyesight, "it's okay, i'm not sleepy. i was waiting on you anyway," that's when you started to excitedly ramble, "i just…forget about me, what kept you so long?" you raised a curious eyebrow. "something bad happened?"

"nah," leon shook his head, still smiling—god, it felt so good seeing you after so long. "writing up that report took a little longer than anticipated. i'm really sorry, pretty." his smile then shifted into a frown, a soft sigh escaping from the depth of his lungs. "so sorry," he whispered as he kissed your lips for a quick second. 

the look of pure anguish contorted on his sharp features sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. despite how tired you were, seeing leon look so upset over the fact that he couldn't see you sooner made your mind dizzy with love. 

"that's okay. it happens. i understand." you replied honestly. you were aware of leon's job before getting wrapped up in a relationship with him. and you also knew just how much this man loved you, even if he couldn't see how amazing he was. flaws were human, you'd tell him. people tended to forget that—leon might be a zombie-killing machine, but deep down, he was only a man. one with feelings and emotions. 

dating leon made you feel like such a special girl. he was a closed-off, reserved man. just one quick look at him and you could tell that he most definitely could kill a man with his bare hands alone—if he wanted to, that is. he was cold, intimidating, and brutal on the field. but you didn't see that side of him. 

no, you saw a total sweetheart. in your presence, leon was a complete softie. it was actually quite adorable seeing him sleepily pouring himself a cup of coffee at the crack of dawn, dressed only in loose pajama pants, his chiseled abs put on display just for you . his blonde hair framed his face so perfectly, the soft strands falling in front of his face. despite being a total fucking unit, having biceps nearly bigger than your face, he was so gentle with you, treating you as if you were a porcelain doll. 

at least, he tried to be, but sometimes he got a little… carried away .

you were the person who got to see him leaning over the bathroom sink, holding a razor to the lower half of his face, shaving away the light stubble that had formed after neglecting the duty for a few days simply because he got too lazy. you saw him narrowing his eyes at the god awful instruction booklet that came with ikea furniture as he attempted assembling a new bookcase. you loved the way he would sometimes squint while looking at something afar, then claiming he "didn't need glasses" when you pointed it out. 

it was so raw, so real. 

leon just sighed, shaking his head in disbelief, "you do realize you are too sweet for your own good sometimes, right? you should be upset i was late, i promised i'd be home for dinner." he chuckled dryly, climbing onto the sofa and taking a seat right next to you, sitting above the comforter. 

"i dunno what i'd do without you," his gaze was trained on you, admiring how pretty you were in this state—with messy hair, half-lidded eyes, and puffy cheeks. "i love you so much." would it be too awkward to mention that he'd marry you in a heartbeat at this time of night? probably.

you can only laugh in response, trying to downplay how much his words were affecting you. "you're so corny. i love you too, lee." yeah, if he was so corny, then why was your heart beating of your chest?

leon was being dead serious, even if his execution made it seem like he was just playing around. you were his light in the darkness, his sole comfort amidst his disastrous life.

he slid his brown leather jacket off, letting it fall to the ground. your eyes fall to his arms and how yummy they look in his compression shirt. would it be weird to say you just wanted to take a bite out of them sometimes? lovingly, of course. "i missed you," leon mumbled, his own voice taking on a sleepy lilt. 

"me too." you shook your way out from beneath the thick blanket, scooting closer to your precious boyfriend. you cradle his cheeks with your hands, smiling as you stared into his icy blues. his eyes really were to die for, you could just get lost in them sometimes. he leans into your touch, eyes fluttering shut. you go in for a kiss, soft lips meshing with his chapped ones. 

the action elicits a soft, content sigh from leon, his big hands running up and down your back above your thin tank top as the two of you stayed like that for a few moments, lips moving against one another languidly. your chest presses up against his, sending a pleasant rush through leon's veins. when you two pull away for air, a bit breathless and frazzled, you can only marvel at the sight of him before you.

his lips were parted, taking slow and deliberate breaths, his pale cheeks now a little rosy, and his tired eyes now glazed with lust, drunk on your lips alone. you chuckle softly, your hands still cradling his cheeks as you brush your thumb over his bottom lip. he kisses the tip of it, allowing you to slid it between his lips for a split second. it's so awfully intimate, causing waves of satisfaction to wash over leon. 

that's when you plunge right back in, this time your tongue slipping past his lips, interlocking with his. he moans so softly, his hands roughly gripping your hips, drawing out a sigh of your own. leon mutters hoarsely, "you're too good for me, sweetheart. way too good. what did i do to deserve you?" he's still so in disbelief that a precious thing like yourself is all his .

this causes you to part again, a slight look of confusion crossing your features. "are you serious, leon? what didn't you do?" you shake your head, sighing. "you're way too hard on yourself, baby. i swear, i've never had a man that's as perfect as you before, regardless of what you might think. you deserve this. you deserve everything after what you've been through." 

you loop your arms around him tightly, hugging him as your bury your face in his chest. your thumb traces little circles on his back, as you whisper, "don't ever think you aren't enough." that was a little something you'd picked up on in the three years you'd been dating leon. he was very unsure of himself. he didn't deem himself worthy of love, no less the amount you poured out for him.

"i love you, in all your blonde glory," you chuckled, not wanting to sound too deep, even if your words carried an incredibly heavy weight.

leon couldn't help but feel a swell of emotions all at once, instinctively holding you even tighter, pulling you close and never wanting to let go of you. not even for a single second. "you're so corny," he mocked, letting out a light laugh as he pressed a kiss on top of your head. god, you fit him just like a puzzle piece.

"it's all your fault, asshole. you started it." you grin, lifting your head up from his chest, and leaning into kiss his perfect lips again. 

"hmm," leon mumbled, a low chuckle erupting from his throat, "guess that's too bad, then." 

finally, after kissing him for a good several minutes, taking labored breaths through your nose, you pulled apart, a thin trail of your mixed saliva following suit, now dripping down your chin. you chuckled, wiping it away with the back of your hand. your hips shift a bit suggestively as you climb off of his lap, causing leon to inhale sharply. 

"you need a shower. i'm going to bed." is what you say with a snicker as you turn on your heel, padding across the wooden floors to your shared bedroom. leon just scoffs, and shakes his head, watching as you stumble away from him.

"that's not fair." he grumbled to himself, his hands falling to his thighs.

he did tell you to go back to sleep earlier, though. damn it. 

[princessbrunette]

bbf!jj was at your beck and call. reluctantly.

you were lucky he didn’t have any plans on this particular saturday night — infact for once he wasn’t even with your brother when he got the call, lounging on his own couch with a bag of chips and a controller on his lap when he presses the phone to his ear to see what you wanted.

“yeeeeello?” he greets, picking out residue chip from his teeth.

“jj! yay you picked up— okay so, this guy was supposed to drive me home from this party but he ended up getting wasted and now i’ve got no ride home… please come n’get me? please please — n’don’t tell my brother he gets all annoying and judgy—”

the mention of another guy pricked jj’s attention, his brow raising.

“uhhhhh, kinda like… preoccupied right now…” he makes no effort to move, staring ahead at the pause screen on his game before pressing his lips together, the image of you stood alone outside a party all lost and frightened filling his mind like a cloud of poor judgment before he sighs. “yeah i’ll come getcha. text me the addy, okay?”

jj rolls up twenty five minutes later, looking absolutely delectable to your slightly wine-tipsy self and you can’t help the big grin that spreads across your face when he hops out his side of the car to open your door.

“a gentleman.” you tease with a giggle and he awkwardly scratches the back of his neck before stumbling back over to his own side.

“yeah, sum’n like that.”

the streets are oddly empty for a saturday night as jj cruises along, glancing at you as you stare happily at his profile. “you uh, good over there, trouble?”

“mhm… thanks for coming to get me jj…” he feels almost preyed on, seeing you bat your lashes through his peripherals. this only ever ended one way with you, and it filled him with guilt for his closest confidant. god, he was really gonna bone his best friends little sister again— wasn’t he?

“‘mean i always do. s’like our thing at this point… y’know when you hit my phone i know it’s gonna be one of two things. you need’a ride, or… you need’a ride… y’know like, on me.”

“sometimes both…” you are unmoved by his slight accusatory tone, perhaps you don’t even notice it due to your own lust and slight intoxication.

“w—yup. sometimes both.” he glances at you. “is that… what’s goin’ on tonight? or…”

that’s how you end up cramped in the backseat with your knees practically pinned at your tits and jj’s head between your thighs, ravenously devouring you off some empty side street. he was a little pissed. how he’d ended up like this, not even getting anything for himself was beyond him. his love for eating pussy betrayed him, but he couldn’t really complain listening to your pretty moans as he suckles on your clit and curls his fingers up inside— hurrying you towards a thunderous orgasm.

actually — he could complain.

right as you’re about to cum, jj lifts his head suddenly from beneath your dress — slick coating his lower face and a slight irritation to his brow.

“so what am i like just — like, a taxi or somethin’? who is this other guy anyway— the dude that was supposed t’drive you home? sounds like a douche—”

“jj!” you mewl, practically sounding like you were on the verge of tears. “was about t’cum!”

“my bad but real quick if you could just answer the— nope, okay—” he flinches as you weakly throw your fists at wherever you could reach, shoving him back down between your legs. “yes ma’am.” he mutters, before getting back to work.

when the two of you arrive back to your house in silence after the ordeal, hair and clothes a little mussed and disheveled from the backseat shenanigans — the curse of terrible timing strikes, and your older brother opens the front door before you get the chance, stepping out for a smoke.

“the fuck?” he doesn’t seem too alarmed, perhaps in the dark not noticing the clear post sex image projected onto the two of you.

“hey! big bro!” you squeak, overcompensating.

“howdy dude uh — your lil sis here she uh—” jj claps a hand down platonically on your shoulder as you go to speak over him with an explanation.

“he was just passing through and—”

“i saw her leavin’ some place alone n’couldn’t let that happen. drove her right on home. you better get straight to bed, missy.” jj scolds lightheartedly and now you’re avoiding everyone’s eyes, nodding as you squeeze through the two guys.

“mhm. goodnight!”

your brother watches you leave as he digs in his sweatpant pocket for his lighter, before turning his gaze back onto jj — who stands with wide eyes and pursed lips, still as a statue.

“whatever.” he shrugs tiredly, before moving past the blonde to walk down the drive to his usual smoking spot.

[loveandleases]

Cam and MC marrying without telling anyone except Aunt Em and G (they're the witnesses), just going to sign the papers, celebrate and then posting a pic of their hands doing a heart showing off the golden rings 💍

Chris 💩 and Co reaction?

Yay for angst. (I only did a reaction for Chris and Jade because any more trash and I’d owe a disposal fee. 😏) 💩 Chris: Pacing, they're pacing. Over and over to the point their feet ache and they worry the carpet will begin to show the signs of their frenzy. How many times have they looked at that photo? Five, no, ten? It's not enough, it's never enough. Chris growls, fist clenched as they slam it against their door, in hope that this pain will outweigh the hollow ache in their chest. It doesn't work. It never fucking works. It burrows, deeper, trying to claw its way out of their throat, threatening to spill over in wet, humiliating tears. "How could they..." The words die on their lips, heavy and jagged. The fight to say them is too pathetic, too painful. Another punch, another clench of teeth. The stinging pain in their hand begging for attention, denied once more. Denied like the acknowledgment of the ache that's tearing them up inside.

"Think, think damn it," Chris' voice shakes, an edge of desperation leaking through as they begin to bite on their nails. Teeth pulling at the skins of their fingers like a nervous habit. "There's still time to have it annulled. I just need to get to them."

That's all Chris needs: time. Just enough to undo this mistake. Because it has to be a mistake.

I know you, I know.

Another wrinkle in Chris' otherwise perfect life. Wrinkles that started when you showed up. When you wormed your way inside and made them feel things they weren't supposed to. Nothing is going to plan. 💀Jade -

She doesn’t say anything at first,her silence cuts far deeper than her words could.Instead, her attention drifts to her manicure. She stretches her fingers out, inspecting them with the utmost care. A cold smile pulling at her lips as her dark eyes take in their color. White, how fitting. For a moment, she wonders what you wore. White, doubtful. It's too classy for you. There—a slight chip at the edge of her acrylic. She clicks her tongue softly, an expression of disappointment entirely unrelated to the news she’s just heard. "Tsk. Can’t they do anything right?"

Internally, she seethes. It’s a slow, simmering fury, kept carefully beneath the surface. She’s not the type to explode; no, Jade’s anger is colder, more calculated. She ignores Chris’s pacing and furious glares as if they're no more than background noise. A tantrum, really. How hard is it to stay still, to know your place, to behave?

This isn’t just a problem for her—or even for Chris. It’s bigger than that. Chris is a Clarke. That name carries weight, meaning, power. And no matter how much Cam says he doesn’t care about it, the reality is, he’s tied to it and now so are you.

Externally, she behaves as though someone has told her there’s a chance of rain tomorrow. Actually, no—that’s not fair. She’d look more affronted by the rain.

There’s always a calm before the storm, that deceptive quiet that makes you think you’re safe. That’s the space Jade inhabits now, a porcelain veneer masking the storm beneath. She feels the challenge in this, the audacity of it. Always seeking to outdo her, to claim the spotlight. Just like before. Now, that simply won't do. Will it?

She rises smoothly, not sparing Chris so much as a glance. Let them have their tantrum, and the next one if it comes to it. Which it usually does. One of them has to handle the situation. With that thought, she reaches for her phone, her voice sickeningly sweet when she speaks. "Well, if it isn't my favorite..."

[toovaeloe]

maybe, baby!

you feel sick and your boyfriend automatically assumes you’ve got a bun in the oven because he has a debilitating case of baby fever

pairing: satoru gojo x fem!reader

cw: mention of morning sickness and throw up (very light), Gojo (yes he is a content warning)

established relationship; fluff drabble

wc: 645

Satoru’s been pretty preoccupied the last few months, you’ve noticed.

First it was when he was lingering in the toy aisle of the store.

When you had pointed it out and teased him about it, called him a man child and all, he had scoffed with an equally playful smirk and fired back some jest.

But then you noticed it again when he dragged you to the baby clothing store while you two were shopping at the mall.

“Look!” He had beckoned you, hands pinching the socks of a pink bear onesie. His lips were wobbling in an exaggerated pout, his eyes watering as he turned to face you looking like he was about to ugly cry. Not that ‘ugly’ was really within his jurisdiction; he was the most ethereal ugly crier to the point it was almost irritating. But you couldn’t be irritated with him at the moment. Not with how adorable he looked so wistfully teary eyed right now.

“Look how little the feet aaaaarre!” He’d whine, thrusting his face into the crook of his elbow as a couple of sobs took him.

Needless to say you had to drag him out of the shop. But it was more like you guiding him out; patting him on the back and soothing him as he cried about how cute the tiny baby mittens were.

And one night you had come home to him sitting at the kitchen table with all the lights off, the only illumination the pale light of his screen on his face as he intermittently clicked the keyboard or scrolled. His eyes were laser-focused and unblinking as you peered over him to see what he was looking at,

It was an array of tabs; some of them overfilled carts on online catalogs of baby supplies and formula, others articles on symptoms of pregnancy, afterbirth, and postpartum depression…and Reddit..?

“r/pregnancy, how to comfort my wife when she hates my guts at 17 weeks pregnant” !?!??

Yeah. He admitted to mayhaps, perchance, having just a liiiiitttle baby fever. He did his best to not be too overbearing about it. But this is also Satoru Gojo we’re talking about.

One night while the two of you were simply cuddling in bed, arguing over if Levi Ackerman or Erwin Smith was better, you suddenly felt an odd wave of nausea. You’ve felt off all day…maybe you ate something bad and it gave you a stomachache?

No, you were going to throw up. Right now.

Satoru noticed the odd expression that had settled on your features, but before he could react you were already clambering out of bed and booking it toward the bathroom. He was there in a matter of seconds by your side as you hurled your guts into the toilet bowl, rubbing your shoulder and hushing you with gentle words and praise. But when you blearily looked over to him…he had the hugest grin on his face. You have no words.

’Fuck is bro smiling about!??

He didn’t acknowledge your dumbfounded expression, only beamed up and pumped his fists in the air.

“Yaaay! I’m so excited to be a dad!!!” He cheered.

He read on some online forum that morning sickness was a symptom of pregnancy and that it could happen practically any time in the day despite the name. This had to be it, right??

You sat there completely bewildered as he continued cheering ”Yay!!! yay, yaaaay!!!” Probably the happiest any man has ever been to witness his girlfriend hunched over a toilet bowl and spewing her guts.

You were still in shock as Satoru began rustling through your bathroom cabinet, pulling out— a box of pregnancy tests!? When did he even buy those—

“Here, sweets,” He’d usher it gently towards you with that goofy exuberant smile still plastered on his face.

“You should take one right now!”

a/n: I did say I was gonna post it awhile ago and completely forgot about it 😭! So here it is, Ü

i need gojo to disappear from existence— fr, he’s a disease i hate him sm

everyone have a great day!!

[archiewantsheetmetal]

First Official Hello From Archie!

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[mihii-i]

hiiii!!!! i’ve been your follower for a while now and i really like your works:> you’re one of my fav authors atm and i always find myself giggling and kicking my feet everytime you post something💞 can i also request a one shot with service top robin (hsr) x power bottom afab!reader? you don’t have to respond if you dont want to! i just wanted to try💞

my angel.

Pairings: robin x fem!reader

CW: nsfw, female reader, afab reader, power bottom reader, service top robin, sesbian lex hwhehhdhdeh, cunnilingus, jealousy mention, hair pulling, fingering, marking, GIRLS KISSING WOAH, wlw, petnames (love, angel), that pussy FIREEE DAMN, the way I wanna be reader so bad, wrote this with no tea so it might be bad :(, not proofread.

A/N: IM SCREAMING THATS ACTUALLY SO SWEET ILY IM SO HONORED TO BE CONSIDERED ONE OF YOUR FAVORITE AUTHORS YAY also everyone requesting the hsr characters im absolutely obsessed with do yall know something or am i just not slick about being obsessed with acheron and robin🕯️

“Is this alright?”

Robin’s sweet voice muffled against your soaked cunt, tongue lulled out as her emerald eyes flickered up at your arched form. Hands planted behind your back, you lowered your head to gaze upon your halovian girlfriend, whispering out a satisfied hum before threading your fingers through her hair.

“Mhm. Just like that.” You whispered, hushed voice attempting to bite back a moan from leaving you. Each swipe of her tongue massaging your clit elicited a pleased sigh spilling from your feverish lips, repeated motions of her tongue being engulfed by your hot walls driving you mad as your hips rolled up to meet her movements. Her movements only ignited a flame of desire within you—the desire to have Robin all to yourself.

The fact that your girlfriend was a famous idol always ate at your mind, especially whenever you could only imagine the filth that some fans of her mutter behind her back. Every quick glance cast at her by a random in her crowd never failed to make you tense up, your blood boiling especially whenever you saw one of them have evidently perverse intentions. However, Robin never failed to calm you down, reassuring you however she could. Including the way she was devouring you like a woman starved being one of them.

Her soft moans vibrated against your pussy, causing euphoric shocks to pulse throughout your quivering body as you threw your head back with a whine. Robin cocked her head to the side to angle herself perfectly against your cunt, fingers tightening into the supple flesh of your thighs as she parted them and allowed her tongue to flick against your heat.

“Just..like that..” you moaned out, balling your hand into a fist as it remained tangled in her lavender-tinted pale hair, earning a brief gasp from Robin. All of a sudden, she seemed to pull away from your cunt, leaving you utterly confused—and kind of empty as her head raised up to to meet yours, making your eyes widen a little upon coming nose to nose with her. Robin angled her head slightly, eyes fluttering shut as her lips locked with yours.

The velvety comfort of her smooth lips pressed onto yours, mixed with your own slick coating tongue made you nearly melt into her touch, an intense desire burning against your flushed skin. Your eyes abruptly shot open, grip on her hair tightening as you felt her soft fingers run along your slit in slow, tantalizing motions, causing you to choke back a lewd noise that threatened to spill out against her lips.

Pulling away, Robin’s eyes trailed down to your exposed neck, her heavy pants being cut short as her teeth pressed against the open spot. Your mind blanked as her fingers continued curling inside you, breaths coming out in quick gasps and shallow pants as your walls clenched around her fingers rhythmically moving inside you.

You barely drawled out a breathy laugh, moving your hands to rest against Robin’s shoulders, as the dim lighting above you grew blurry, and the satin sheets soaked with your juices. You basked in the pleasure of her fingers fucking you so well, and her bare body towered over you with her lips ghosting your throat.

“Ah- Robin, love…move a bit lower for me, would you?” You gasped, coaxing her shoulders downward, and signaling her to plant kisses all over your body.

Red marks bloomed against your skin with every hickey Robin imprinted onto your neck. Her groans filled the room each time she felt you clench around her digits, and saw the sight of your back arched up with your head thrown back in ecstasy. The way her kisses reverbated against your sensitive flesh only drove you over the edge, a familiar heat building up in your lower abdomen with each thrust of her fingers.

“Don’t keep me waiting, my angel.” You chuckled, only replacing it with another moan as she complied with your erotic command. Your eyes only squeezed shut as her movements grew rougher, fucking you into the sheets like you asked as you fisted the sheets between your free hand to ground yourself.

You briefly shot open one eye to look down at your girlfriend, her gaze meeting yours once more with heavy lidded eyes as she resumed her movements.

“No need to get jealous. I’ll give you whatever you need. I’ll reassure you as much as I can. You know that you’re the only woman for me.”

Her words ripped a whorish cry out of your throat as your head fell back and sank into the plush pillows, your orgasm washing over you and coating Robin’s fingers still buried in you.

Once you recovered from your high, you only smiled as she found her way beside you, snaking an arm around your torso protectively and kissing the back of your neck. You giggled at the ticklish sensation of her lips, turning around to press your nose to hers. All she wanted to do was make you happy, make you feel loved in any way possible.

And you would do the same just for her.

A/N: now playing: kehlani - jordan adetunji

sorry if it wasn’t up to par I didn’t have any tea 💔

[ceridescent]

strap me sunday — m., wanda

power bottom!wanda x service top!f reader

summary: lazy sunday turns into strap-me sunday!

warning/s: STRAP, rough sex, dirty talk, breast play, mommy kink (slight), spit kink, hair pulling, slapping, L-bombs; a little aftercare at the end.

word count: 1, 948

author’s note: a little prelude for ‘you’re a smart girl’ (not affiliated) because not writing for an entire year and a half and producing something big here is terrifying. btw, it’s sunday today. don’t let a bunch of calendar’s convince you otherwise. yay 1st post after a year and a half! 🥳

“yeah?” wanda pants, whimpering as you nod your head, mouth wide open in fascination as you stare above you. it’s not every time you get to do this to her. “you want me slow, darling?” you aggressively nod your head, “y-yes! i-i want to see it disappear inside you…” your hands fisting the messy sheets, afraid to touch her body. her slicked, glistening, smooth body.

wanda shakes her head, her tongue flicking the roof of her mouth, making ticking sounds. “you filthy girl,” she sniggers, “you’ve learnt a lot from me, haven’t you?” teasing her hole on the tip of the red didlo clamped around a harness, the squelch causing you both to moan in tandem.

“yeah…”

“yeah?”

“mhmm,” you whimper as she finally slides her hole down into the strap-on, a trickle of wanda’s cum coating the length. her cheeks are fluffed out red from the past hour of indulging; the ceremonious lazy sunday turned into strap-me sunday just because you decided to tempt the devil by wearing nothing underneath the apron whilst you baked pie. her fingers magically appeared in between your legs as you checked the oven midway the timer, ass in the air.

you’re not complaining at all, though. you’re right where you want to be.

you feel the strap pressing against your pelvis as wanda descends further, the dildo stretching her pussy in a way you’ve never seen before. they’re so swollen and puffed out, and oh-so slick with her thick cum. it didn’t matter you cleaned it off a while ago after she came in your mouth twice, as with the idea of riding you was something she has been fantasizing about for a while.

“you see me, baby? you see my pussy stretched out for you?” she grunts, mostly to herself. you whimper in response, the words lost in your head. wanda hits the base and a full deep moan lurches out of her throat, folding herself over by your torso to get a good grip at the sheets.

“are you okay?” you ask, sitting up to get closer to her, which only makes her yelp.

“i’m sorry!” you exclaim, your eyes bulging out of your eye sockets. wanda whimpers and reaches for you, gripping the back of your head, “i-it’s okay, my love, i-i was just getting used to t-the angle, that’s all,” she consoles, squeezing your hand and giving you a strained smile.

you fall back down the mattress holding her hand, “okay, tell me when to start moving!” taking breaths in between.

“o-okay,” wanda sighs and gulps down her saliva. giggling to herself, “i’m not even moving yet but i’m about to drool,” giving a little bounce and contorting her face in pleasure at the process.

you squirm at the pressure on your pelvis as wanda bounces again, this time with more intent, another heavenly moan falling from her swelling red lips.

“y-you can drool all you want, wanda, i don’t mind,” you say, obediently, naturally.

she nods her head, eyes shut tight, catching the feeling of the shaft hitting her at the spot. she squirms and finds herself arching her back, her hands firmly placed on either side of your knees behind her, fully displaying herself to you.

wanda’s breasts move in tandem with her thrusts, her nipples peaking and just begging to be sucked. her chest and torso littered with love bites both purple and red, the colorful blotches marking your territory. sweat begins to form around her forehead.

“y/n, baby,” she whines in both sweetness and need, your attention automatically scanning her gorgeous face, her hands gripping onto your hips. she looks at you with a pleasure-stricken face you can’t help but to match, both of your inhibitions melting away.

“a-ah! please-“

“right there?” you tease as you drive your hips roughly into her, the momentum causing her to plop down against your torso. “OH!” wanda yelps and immediately gets back on top, her entire body convulsing in pleasure. ““god, baby! yes! yes! right there! right there!”

each moan comes out deep and guttural, continuously leaving her swollen mouth like an avalanche.

“you like that?”

a long, animalistic growl comes out, “if you don’t shut up-!”

“if i don’t what?” whilst you tease yet again, abruptly sitting up from your previous position. grabbing her hips, completely ramming her very own strap-on into her, fucking her to oblivion.

her pussy is so drenched, each thrust sets a disgusting squelch, your thighs wet with her cum.

“fuck,” you pant, “your pussy sound so fucking good!”

pressing your lips against wanda’s molded into a sloppy kiss, more wanton than the next, inhaling every moan coming from her mouth. the pounding goes on, your tempo and precision never once faltering. sucking her tongue and biting her lip simultaneously as she weakly tongues you back, giving your all to stimulate her to the brim.

as you do so, your right hand finds her hardened nipple. a tiny flick causes her to get more feral as she grabs at your hair, pulling at it. you both moan at the same time when you begin to twist and pull at her nipple, your name falling from wanda’s lips like a mantra.

“please, baby, n-need your mouth, please-!”

“oh you want it?” wanda nods her head with a whimper.

“you want it so bad?”

you take her in your mouth before she could respond, giggling as a scream falls from her mouth.

“oh my god, y/n!”

you suck profusely as if it’s your last lollipop in the world.

“oh my god, no! no!”

wanda pushes you until you land on your back again, her hands pinning your wrists on the mattress as her bouncing degrades into grinding.

“i-i can’t, baby,�� she whimpers, a frown etching on her glowing face, brows furrowed as the pleasure glues itself there, “i don’t want to come yet. let me savor this.”

“whatever you want, wanda,” you smile, caressing her hip, “i love you,”

“i love you, honey. thank you,”

“anything for you,” you say and then flick at her nipple. “hey!”

you giggle, “sorry, i can’t help it,” biting your lip. “i know,” wanda responds with a smirk, “i’m irresistible!”

“cocky!” you retort back with a roll, causing her to yelp. she raises her brow, slapping the side of your abdomen. “pun?” she asks, beginning to thrust her hips again. you mewl at the sight, “no ma’am.”

“good. good girl,”

you moan in approval at the pet name as you drive the fake cock slowly into her pussy, meeting resistance at every squelchy thrust. your own clit twitches at the sound, so close to the edge.

“wanda, come on, please, oh, you feel so good,”

“you feel so good to me, baby.”

“you feel so good around me!”

one hard thrust, “yeah?” her pitch getting higher, “yes, i can feel you squeezing this cock so hard,” her moans erratic. “you’re about to come, aren’t you, wanda?”

she whimpers and nods her head, her moans getting higher and breathier.

“a-and who’s c-cock is t-this?”

wanda’s as magnificent as ever — hair undone, sweat clinging onto her temples, swollen mouth open, in pure bliss.

“my mommy’s cock.”

“fuck! me! fuck!”

wanda bounces on top of you like there’s no tomorrow, each one pressing harder against your clit. her tits goes along with the flow of it all, your hips obeying her commands. “please, wanda-!”

“open your mouth,”

you thrust harder, only caring about her, obsessed at the sight of her, glistening in both sweat and cum, her command going over your head.

“i said, open your mouth!” she yells and squeezes your jaw, your mouth hanging open immediately.

you unclench then, wanda’s two fingers plunging inside of you, opening your jaw wider than they already are. before you could swipe and suck, she pulls them away only to be greeted by her spit.

it hits you then, your back arching into a perfect curve, “that’s right,” jackhammering the cock into her tight pussy, taking her spit after spit, choking on it, crying for more. “i-i’m sooo close!”

“w-what’s my name?” wanda snaps, slapping your tits. she smirks, then nods, when you say, “mommy, i’m yours!”

another slap lands against your face, this time in approval, your eyes blurry due to the haze and lust, your apex minutes before you.

“that’s right, my baby,” wanda croaks, “but you’re not fucking me hard enough to still be able to say these big words.”

“oh wanda,” you murmur incoherently, your tongue lax and melting away with your brain. you grip her sides and slam your hips into her, pinning her hands on either side of her so she has no choice but to just take it.

““i-i can’t any-m-more—i’m s-so-! i want to come!” and she only moans at my neediness. “mommy’s close too, baby, come with me, okay?”

you nod your head as you whimper, “p-please,” your sight turning glossy as you reach over wanda’s clit and rub over it. she tells and falls into you, curving her back as she bites into your shoulder.

“come with me, y/n,” she pants into your ear, whimpering as you scream into your climax, your hips stuttering, wanda coming apart with you.

you fall into the mattress, exhaustion mingling with gravity, the full weight of wanda’s body furthering you into the post-bliss of it all. you’re giggling as wanda catches her breath, joining along as she kisses your jaw, moaning in content.

“oh, wanda!” you sigh. what a heavenly way to die.

“what was that?” she teases, palming your abdomen, her fingertips trailing close to the strap clipped around your pelvis. you squirm and whimper, shaking your head.

“just your average strap-me sunday, i think,” you cackle as soon as the words left your mouth, tilting your head to admire the soft pinks dusting wanda’s cheeks, and her oh-so green dilated orbs you so love to see. she takes your cheek into her hand and pulls you into her, her bright, gummy teeth blinding your sight.

“so pretty, my baby,” you whisper, tangling your fingers into the locks of her auburn hair, meeting your noses together for an eskimo.

the giggles that fill the bedroom remind you of two high school girls discovering the peculiarity of kissing another of the same sex. the endless possibility of taking it further, knowing no one will suspect. the possibility that no one ever will. the relief that no one will take it away.

“i think…” wanda begins with a rasp in her voice, her sokovian accent taking over, “that…” throwing over her leg across your torso, climbing on top of you without breaking eye contact, “…no one could ever compare…” pecking your lips with soft kisses, her hair falling over your faces like a curtain.

“i certainly hope so!”

she giggles, kissing down your body, fluttering her eyes close as you sigh above her, taking it like all the kindness given to you.

“i love you so much, moy malysh,”

wanda, with so much concern, slowly takes the strap-on off your pelvis, gasping at the sight before her. she laps at your juices as you squirm, the touch of her warm tongue blossoms a riveting adoration within you, sighing at the affection she’s nurturing you.

“after this,” she starts, her words muffled as she licks a stripe off your pussy, “i’ll get us on a warm bath,” kissing your clit as you moan, “i’ll dress you up for comfort,” sucking into your bundle of nerves like she never gets enough, “and we’ll eat that pie you so sexily baked for us,” prying apart your thighs to make more room for her ministrations.

“how’s that sound?”

[animasola86]

Lessons in Love-Making

Notes: So I received an amazing request recently and this is what I made of it! I hope you enjoy! (If you like to give me smut requests as well, please feel free to do so! My inbox is open!)

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader

Genre: Fluff/Smut

Warnings: NSFW! MDNI! Explicit sexual content! Assisted masturbation. Voice kink. Fingering. Sex. (Infidelity?)

Word count: 9.8k

Synopsis: To say you and your boyfriend have a poor sex life would be an understatement. One day after a particularly horrible experience, you find yourself crying in the hallway. And then Sebastian finds you, always eager to lend a hand.

Warning: It's smut time again! Yay! I mean, beware, there's some spice below the cut! Don't get it in your eyes!

-- can be read on AO3 too --

Lessons in Love-making

You are tense. So tense, your entire body is shaking. Gritting your teeth and clenching your hands into fists as you walk through the empty hallway, you are not surprised when the first tears roll down your cheeks. Because you are not just tense, you are frustrated. And you've been frustrated for quite a while now.

It always comes to you when you walk back to your common room, in that post-haze clarity, not that there had been any haze, there was fog, sure, perhaps a few lightning bolts and one clap of thunder, and the rain that should be soothing was just a little drizzle, if it came at all.

And if you had time to think of silly metaphors for your poor sex life, then it really wasn't that good apparently.

You let out a shuddering sigh and stop walking, too wound up to wipe at your wet cheeks. Too wound up to do anything and so you sink to the ground and just sit there, trying to ease your breathing and your drumming heart, trying to clear your head and not think of what has happened and what has been happening over the last months.

Soon you are so focused on creating your own personal pro and con list, that you shriek loudly when you suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder. You jump and hit your head against the wall behind you, looking up with wide eyes and your mouth open.

“Sorry, didn't mean to startle you.”

And just like that your mind is empty. His voice makes sure of that. And that smile. Yet all you do is stare, while the tears still stream down your face.

“Are you alright?” Sebastian asks as he settles down next to you on the floor.

You let out a sob and raise a hand to wipe at your tears, before you give him a shrug and half-hearted grunt of confirmation. He raises an eyebrow and watches you closely.

“What happened?” he inquires with that low voice that causes your tense body to shudder deeply.

You swallow and look away, unable to answer him right away. Even though he's been your friend for quite some time now and you've shared a lot of low and high points together and you know you can tell him anything, you feel embarrassed to address your frustration.

You feel him scooting closer and then his hand is on your knee. “Did he do something?” he asks and just the implication that your boyfriend could have done something bad to you makes you turn your head.

“No!” you say quickly, before you pause and let out a dry laugh. “That's the thing, really... he never does... anything...”

Sebastian tilts his head, frowning slightly as his dark eyes wander over your face. “He doesn't satisfy you, eh?” he then states and the brutal straight-forwardness of his words makes you wince.

You don't answer right away and that is probably answer enough. Sighing deeply, you look down at his hand on your knee, feeling his warm touch and how it affects you. And you shouldn't feel like this. Because you have a boyfriend and it is not Sebastian Sallow. You would add sadly, but in truth you are quite content with the boy that asked you to be his girlfriend almost six months ago.

You love talking to him, you feel safe in his presence, he makes you laugh and happy. But when it came to sex, he was really... bad. And for months you've just dealt with it, not complaining, just trying to be happy for him because apparently it was quite enough for his liking. And the sad truth is that you've accepted feeling unattended whenever he would find his release – and then fall asleep right after. You didn't even mind the pain any more, because quite frankly, it was the only thing you could count on whenever you would end up in bed with him.

Tonight has been especially bad, causing your ever-growing frustration to burst through the seams of your patience. And the tears that won't stop flowing are proof of that.

“Please don't mention this to anyone,” you whisper and wipe at your cheeks again. “It... it really is not that big a deal...”

“Are you sure about that?” Sebastian asks and gently grabs your chin to make you look at him. “This does look like a big deal to me...”

You shake your head and his hand away, sobbing quietly. “I'm just frustrated and it's okay, it'll pass, like always. It's silly, really, crying over something like that...”

“It's not, you have needs too. Everyone has. And you shouldn't just be his plaything...” he tells you quietly, his voice vibrating through your very core.

“I'm not! You know he's not like that...” you start defending your boyfriend once more.

The boy next to you watches you closely. “Perhaps you want to be his plaything, but he just doesn't comply.”

“Stop saying plaything, it's vulgar!” you hiss.

He laughs, the sound ringing in your ears. “I can be more blunt, don't worry,” he says and nudges your knee before he leans away and crosses his arms behind his head. “So why don't you take care of your frustration yourself?” he then whispers, his eyes on you.

You stare at him, a little puzzled, before it dawns on you what he means. Averting your eyes, you blush deeply. “I... uh, tried, but it wasn't for me...” you admit eventually under your breath. “It doesn't feel right...”

“Then you may have done it wrong,” he says and leans closer again.

Swallowing hard, you raise your gaze and meet his. “I think I know my body and what it... wants...”

“Do you though?” he asks with a sly smirk.

“Well, of course, it's my body!”

“But then why are you crying in the hallway because your sorry excuse for a boyfriend can't satisfy you the way you like it, hm?”

His words hang in the air, luckily only reaching your ears, and you look at him long and hard. The longer you stare into those dark eyes that practically sparkle in mischief, the hotter you feel, your cheeks positively aflame as they burn your tears right off your skin.

“I can help you,” he then says quietly, and the implication alone makes you lean back from him.

“What? No! I... I have --”

“Yes, I know what you have,” he sighs and tilts his head. “And I'm not saying you should cheat on him with me, okay? I just want to... show you something. Help you out. Fight that frustration with you. Make you feel better.”

His promises sink into your mind and leave you wanting exactly that. You know how good he is at manipulating you, not that you would call it that, he was just very convincing. Persuasive even. And this was for your own good, wasn't it? Like he said, you have needs too. And as you wipe at your burning eyes, you find yourself inhaling deeply, before you nod shortly.

When you look at him, you see his face lighting up, the faint shadow of dimples gracing his freckled cheeks. “Of course this will be purely educational,” he tells you with a wink as he gets to his feet and holds his hand out for you to grab.

When you do and he pulls you into a standing position as well, you bite your lip and square your shoulders. “Of course,” you agree.

*

“So tell me what you usually do with him,” Sebastian asks as you sit down on that old couch in the far back of the dimly lit Undercroft.

You feel embarrassed, but then you sigh. “Well, we sit on his bed and then we... kiss and that's quite nice,” you start, already defending your boyfriend again, almost unconsciously. “And he would touch me...”

“Where?” the boy next to you inquires.

You look at your hands in your lap. “He usually gropes my breasts, sometimes my hips,” you whisper, before you look at him and he nods to make you continue. “Then he'd lie on top of me --”

“Are you naked when he does that?” You wince slightly at the bluntness of his question and look away again.

“No,” you admit, your ears burning. “He... doesn't like being naked...”

Sebastian laughs loudly at that, before clearing his throat. “I'm sorry, I...” he says a little breathlessly, before he shakes his head. “So you just grope each other through your clothes? But you do have sex, right?”

You blush deeply once more and fidget with your fingers. “Well, yes, he would push my underwear off and... stick it in...”

You hear him stifle another noise of surprise or whatever you want to call that gurgle that escapes his throat and you start feeling a little more frustrated, but for a different reason. “And then what?” you hear him ask once he catches himself again.

“He'd...” You let out a groan. “Tell me again why it is necessary to share these things with you?” you ask and stare at him.

“Well I have to know what you already do know in order to teach you more,” he tells you with a smile. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ridicule your boyfriend, I'm sure he has other redeeming qualities...”

“He has!” you confirm with narrowed eyes. “That's why I put up with that, okay?”

He raises his eyebrows, then nods. “I see. So, please, continue, tell me what exactly he does that leaves you so frustrated.”

You sigh and inhale deeply. “Well, he... comes very quickly. He's barely in there before he... grunts, pulls out and comes all over my stomach...”

“He doesn't even finish inside?” Sebastian exclaims in surprise.

“Because he shouldn't!” you reply a little more agitated than you've expected.

“Why not? You do take those contraceptive potions, don't you?” He tilts his head, looking genuinely concerned now.

“Yes, I do, all the girls do, we are basically forced to. Nurse Blainey makes sure of that...” you whisper.

“But then why doesn't he come inside you?” he asks as if you were talking about what to eat for breakfast and he was really appalled by your choice of cereal.

You take a sharp breath and look away. “I don't know, he probably doesn't like it...”

“I bet he never even tried...” you hear him whisper. “Trust me, it's the best feeling...”

You swallow and look at him. His smile is both boyishly charming and devilishly sultry. “So you know your stuff, eh?” you whisper under your breath.

He laughs. “I do, love,” he says with a wink. “And I'm going to teach you a thing or two. If you let me,” he adds quietly.

You are intrigued, certainly. And you've already shared all those embarrassing things with him. Talking about more couldn't possibly hurt, right?

But you haven't taken into account that Sebastian Sallow was more for learning by doing than anything, so you suddenly find yourself sitting sideways on the couch, your legs lying on his lap as he gently pushes your skirt up to reveal your underwear. Biting your lip, you watch him.

“So how would you normally touch yourself?” he asks as he looks into your eyes, making it sound so easy and simple as if he wanted to know your favourite colour.

You blush and look down, moving your hand between your legs slowly. “I'd... rub right here...” you whisper and put your middle finger against the thick fabric of your bloomers, lightly teasing your heated skin.

“No skin contact?” You shake your head and he huffs quietly. “Love, you have to give your body room to breathe, let the air caress your skin, put your fingers right in there, properly feel yourself. May I?” he then asks and you look up in surprise when he gently grabs your hand.

You nod hesitantly and watch how he moves your hand against your centre, repeating the motion you just made, guided by his slender fingers pressing against yours. “Remember this feeling, okay?” He then grabs the waistband of your underwear with his free hand and without hesitation pushes your hand beneath the fabric until you feel your fingers gliding over your hot, wet skin.

You gasp and almost jerk your hand away if he wouldn't hold it. You can feel not only your fingers, but his as well, as he presses your hand firmer against your skin. “How does that feel?” he whispers and his voice alone makes you issue a tiny whimper.

Taking a shuddering breath, you feel him letting go of your hand, before he puts his fingers around the waistband of your underwear and in a swift and unexpected motion pushes it down your hips and off your rear and legs, and you barely even noticed him raising your body for that. Too shocked about his brash action to fully react to it, you instead focus on your hand resting on your exposed mound, your fingers teasing at your folds. Your first instinct is to cover yourself with your other hand, but you hear him shushing you softly.

His hand is lying on your thigh now, his touch warm and somewhat comforting. You bite your lip and look at him. With a smile he tells you: “Come on, don't be shy, touch yourself.”

Oddly enough you don't feel shy at all in his presence, a little taken aback maybe, but not shy. And so you start moving your finger over your skin, exploratively, literally testing the waters as you let it slide over your lower lips and then between them. After just a few rubs, you feel your breath accelerating.

“You might want to move your finger a little higher,” he whispers, his voice not only helping you calm down under the unusual task he's given you, but also helping you in other ways that are quite the opposite of relaxing.

You follow his advise and move your fingertip higher until you feel the little nub that causes your stomach to tense slightly when you touch it. You breathe loudly through your nose as you push your finger against it and start rubbing slow circles around it. Closing your eyes you focus on the sensation, until you feel a warm breath near your ear.

“That's it, keep doing that,” Sebastian whispers right into your ear after he has leaned closer to you, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your thigh. You open your mouth slightly and take a shuddering breath. “Feels good, right?” he continues, his voice causing goosebumps to ripple over your skin like waves. That or the steady movement of your finger. You feel your hips stuttering slightly, your thighs twitching with every push against that agitated bundle of nerves.

“Oh yes...” you moan softly and lean your head back, chewing on your lips as you work your finger against yourself. You feel a familiar tension, yet somehow it feels different, more intense, and you move harder and faster against that nub. As your body starts shaking badly, almost spasming, you feel his hand pressing on your thigh as if to calm you, or hold you in place, and in your desire to finally finish this you grab it with your free hand and close your fingers around his.

He holds onto your hand tightly and even scoots closer to you, lifting and parting your legs slightly as he does so, and then wraps his arm around your shoulders. “Almost there, love,” he whispers and you whimper under the sound of his voice, your eyes squeezed shut as you lean against him, furiously rubbing yourself. “You're doing so well,” he adds and his praise is what pushes you right over the edge.

You buck your hips and cling to his hand as you feel the coil that had been sitting in your stomach for so long, unattended and so tightly twisted it was almost painful, suddenly explode into a blindingly bright light. You gasp and cry out, your legs twitching as your toes curl up and you feel the blood rushing through your head while you hold your breath under the unknown feeling of your release.

As you slowly come down from your high, your fingers shaking against your heated skin, you feel him stroking your arm and squeezing your hand. “Well done,” he whispers and you feel his lips brushing against your hair. You are breathing heavily and when you open your eyes, you see him smiling at you. Your cheeks are flushed, your lips parted and trembling. You feel as if you've just run up several staircases.

“Was that your first orgasm?” he then asks and you just look at him, taking in his face, until the cold reality of the situation comes back to you. Blinking slowly, you squirm against him, but he holds you tightly, not letting you go.

“I... I shouldn't have --” you mutter under your breath, quickly looking away again, biting your lip.

“Oh you definitely should have, that was long overdue apparently,” he says quietly, shifting beneath you until he pulls you right onto his lap. You lean your shoulder against his chest and slowly look at him, fighting the embarrassment. “Don't be ashamed,” he whispers as he tilts his head, his dark eyes on you. “That was beautiful to witness.”

His words do the exact opposite of what he has intended, they don't reassure you, they make it worse. You look away with a hoarse groan, chewing nervously on your lips as you clamp your hands to your core and clench your thighs around them, too shaken still to think about just covering yourself with your skirt.

“Do you feel a little better at least?”

“A little,” you confess quietly.

“I'm sure there's more where that came from,�� he then whispers, his lips right against your ear and you flinch and turn your head towards him with wide eyes.

“What do you mean?” you ask innocently, truly innocently because you just don't know any better.

He smirks at you. “You know, love, unlike men, who need a little time to gather themselves, women are capable of experiencing multiple orgasms in quick succession,” he explains almost matter-of-factly and you listen with blushed cheeks but growing interest. “Do you want to test that theory?”

You stare at him and lick your lips, still feeling the distant shudders of your last release, but you know he's right. You've been tense for so long, never able to let it all out, so why stop now? The harm is already done, you tell yourself and try not to think of the details of experiencing this whole thing with another boy while your boyfriend is probably fast asleep and happy about what you'd done earlier.

“Yes,” you tell Sebastian quietly and watch him smile wider at you. Without any warning, he then grabs your shoulders and turns you around until your back is pressed against his chest and you sit with your legs wide open astride on his lap, facing the vast space of the Undercroft.

“You can put your feet on the couch if you want, but keep those legs open, okay?” he whispers, his breath hitting your ear as he leans his head around slightly. You shift on top of him and gasp softly when he snakes his arms under yours and around your torso, grabbing the fabric of your skirt to ball it up more and push it out of the way.

“I can... take it off...” you mumble under your breath.

“If you want to,” he says and lets go of it.

You stand up then and suddenly feel your legs shaking beneath you. He quickly grabs your waist to support you and you inhale deeply to gather yourself. With shaking fingers you unclasp your skirt and push it off your hips until it drops to your feet. Stepping out of it, you then settle back on his lap and put your feet up like he told you to. You can feel the soft fabric of his trousers and slightly more as you shift your rear against him to find a comfortable position.

His hands now roam freely all the way to your legs, his thumbs teasing at your inner thighs. “I can assume you've never had a finger inside you?” he whispers against you and you feel a shiver run down your spine.

“Isn't it enough to have a --” Weirdly enough you can't say it, can't name it. You feel your cheeks blush even more.

“The word is cock, darling,” he tells you in that sultry voice that masks the vulgarity of his words so well. “Or dick or whatever you want to call it,” he adds with a chuckle. “Don't be afraid to name it. It won't bite. It's there for your pleasure, you know?” You squirm and make a low noise of embarrassment. He only chuckles again. “And you know, no, it's not enough to have a cock in your pussy. It is certainly the main goal, but there are so many other things you can use to pleasure yourself. Like your fingers,” he concludes and you feel your ears burning when you listen to him. He talks about these things so easily, it's almost impressive if it wouldn't be so lewd.

As you still chew on his words, he suddenly grabs your hand and guides it between your legs, his fingers on yours as he presses them against your folds that feel warm and wet under your touch. You inhale sharply and bite your lip. Feeling him rest his chin on your shoulder, his cheek rubbing against yours, you look down and watch him move your hand up and down your mound, teasing at your clit, pressing into your slit until you feel your fingertip pushing against your entrance.

“Give it a try,” he tells you quietly and just the sound of his voice makes you close your eyes and take a deep breath, before you tease your fingertip into your hole.

It feels so tight and you suddenly know why it hurts every time your overeager boyfriend presses his thing (still can't even think about it) into you without warning or preparation. You feel Sebastian moving his fingers back to close around your wrist as he guides your hand further, pushing your finger deeper. You shudder at the sensation.

“How does it feel?” he asks and you feel the vibrations of his voice more than you hear his words.

“Weird,” you reply quietly as your finger scrapes over your soft wet flesh. “So... squishy...”

He chuckles. “That makes it so desirable, love,” he whispers and you feel him turn his head and brush his lips against your jaw. “It can be soft and welcoming, but then it can clench and tighten and really squeeze...” He inhales deeply, almost longingly, when all you can do is focus on his voice and the sensation that causes inside you.

And you knew then that it wasn't your finger inside you that made your stomach tense, it was the timbre of his voice, those low vibrations, the way he pronounced certain words, those low and high notes of his speech, and that combined with his lewd words was just irresistible to you. A soft moan escapes you as you shift slightly against him, pressing your back into his chest.

“Keep talking,” you whisper as you move your finger a little faster against your flesh. “Please...”

He seems to pause at your request, then you feel a warm exhale against your cheek as he breathes a throaty laugh. “You like my voice, huh?” he concludes and all you can do is nod. “That's new. Have you always --” He pauses again. “Are you honestly jerking off to my voice right now?” he asks and you blush and bite your lip, but you don't stop moving your finger against yourself.

He laughs softly and tightens his grip on your wrist as he helps you with that motion. “Try adding another finger,” he tells you, his lips brushing against your ear and you shiver deeply. You comply and slip your index finger in with your middle finger, slightly stretching your entrance as you do so. Another moan escapes you. “Push as deep as you can,” he continues in a low whisper that resonates through your entire body. You do what he says and you don't even flinch at the wet squelching sound you create with your movements. “In and out, that's right,” he comments on what you're doing. “Go a little faster, really move those digits. The more friction the better, love.”

You feel your heart pounding inside your chest as you work your hand against your folds, your fingers slipping in and out fast and hard and you can feel your walls clenching around them, certainly reacting to your touch. Your breaths become shallow and you feel your wrist hurting from him holding it and you moving your hand so much, but you keep going.

“Now put your thumb on your clit,” he whispers, seemingly watching you follow his every word. “Pump those fingers and press against your clit and I bet it'll feel even better...” And it does and you almost flinch off his lap if he wouldn't hold you as you feel your thighs twitching when you start rubbing the sensitive nub with every rapid pump motion of your fingers.

You lean your head back against him, breathing louder and harder, your whole body shuddering under the sensation. “You're so good at this,” he tells you and you feel even better. “And I wonder why you never did this before, you're a natural.”

“You... you're... helping...” you whimper breathlessly. You hear him chuckle and then his lips press against your ear.

“Am I?” he whispers with his voice so deep and low that you can only moan more. “And I could tell you anything? And you would still find it... sexy? Hmm,” he hums and you almost lose it right there and then. “Hmm, okay, so, did you know --”

But you never heard whatever he wanted to tell you as your entire body shuddered all over again. You arch your back against him as you buck your hips off his lap and really push your feet into the cushions of the couch when you feel that awful knot tensing up painfully once more before it breaks free with such a force that you let out a cry of pleasure that echoes loudly through the Undercroft. While your hips stutter, you feel something warm and wet coating your hand as you finally still your movements and even press your thighs together before you curl up on his lap, shaking uncontrollably under your release.

He holds you in his arms as you shake and whimper, gently cooing in your ear, and you feel completely spent and very, very happy as you lean against him, smiling tiredly as your eyelids flutter open.

“That was powerful...” he whispers as he meets your eyes with a smirk. “Well done. You even squirted, I'm impressed,” he tells you and you frown at his words, before you loosen your legs and open them once more, only to see a large wet stain on his green trousers.

Despite the sensation still rushing through your body, you basically jump off his lap and hide your face in nothing but pure humiliation as you stand awkwardly in front of the couch, your release still dripping down your legs as you shift on them shakily. “No! Oh no, I'm... I'm so sorry... I didn't --”

He is with you immediately, pulling you into a tight hug and holding you against him. “Shh, it's alright! Don't worry about it! It's completely natural,” he whispers, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “And I can clean that up, no problem. Don't be ashamed! Be proud!”

You issue a strangled noise and bury your burning face in his shirt, your hands clawing at the back of it. It takes you a moment to recover and you feel even sillier over how you've reacted to your mess. “Sorry,” you mumble once more and he shushes you once more.

He even grabs your shoulders and leans you back, looking at you with a serious expression that stuns you for a moment. “Don't apologize,” he whispers and tilts his head. “I wanted you to feel good about yourself, and didn't you feel good just now?”

You swallow and nod almost a little timidly, chewing on your lip.

Sebastian smiles at you. “Then focus on that,” he says and you feel his hands moving down your arms until they hold your waist and pull you closer to him. “And I'm sure you want to feel good again, don't you?”

You take a shuddering breath, unsure if you do. But then he leads you back to the couch, sits down and pulls you onto his soiled lap. You shift a little uncomfortably as he pulls his arms around you and presses your shoulder into his chest. You look at him a little conflicted.

“Hey, cheer up!” he says with a smirk and kisses the top of your head. “And tell me... what do you think about toys?” You frown when he goes back to the topic right away as if nothing has happened. He mistakes your facial expression for confusion and adds: “You know, those phallic things that imitate the real deal? Or other toys you can stuff your pussy with?”

His lewd words make you shiver in slight discomfort and yet they also cause the heat to pool back between your legs immediately. “Haven't thought about those before,” you reply shyly, even though you hold his dark gaze.

“Want to test them out?”

“Do you have stuff like that?” you ask in earnest and surprise, before he chuckles and makes you frown again.

“I'm a wizard, love, I can conjure you anything you desire,” he says with a wink and you blush deeply.

“Perhaps... another time,” you reply eventually. “I... I think I'm good for tonight.”

He watches you closely. “Are you sure? Are you completely frustration-free?”

You consider his question, your eyes wandering over his freckled face. While he waits for your answer, you go back in time and think about your friendship with him. This was still a friendship, right? You have shared so many things, the good and the bad, the worst even, and you were always there for each other. But you have never been this intimate. You've hugged and he's kissed your head a couple of times, tonight included, and he didn't shy away from holding your hand or touching you (appropriately), but you never did the things lovers would do.

And somehow you still didn't consider what has happened tonight to be something like that. He had just helped you, assisted you in relieving the tension that's been troubling you for so long. He's never touched you (inappropriately) himself and you know he wouldn't do that without your permission. And even if the thought of pleasuring yourself right in front of him was still a little daunting to you, you haven't felt too awkward about it because he has made you feel so at ease.

Sitting comfortably on his lap, leaning against his chest, looking into his dark eyes, you suddenly wonder about something else and despite not really wanting to go down that road right now, you just can't shake the thought. So you voice it. “Sebastian?”

“Yes?” he replies, watching you patiently, a gentle smile playing around his lips.

“Why... aren't you my boyfriend?” you ask quietly and for the first time tonight you see him blush. He quickly clears his throat and laughs it off, shaking his head.

“Yes, love, why am I not your boyfriend?” he teases and nudges your shoulder playfully. “Take a guess.”

“Because I chose him or because he was faster in asking me?” you whisper.

You see him clenching his jaw, before he gives you one of his carefree smirks – that you know he uses to hide his deeper thoughts behind. “Both? Honestly, I am happy when you are happy and if you're happy with him --” He pauses then, watching you closely with the smirk slowly fading. “Are you happy with him? If I learned one thing about your beloved boyfriend tonight, it's that he seems to neglect you pretty horribly.”

You inhale sharply. “No, he doesn't! He's really sweet, he just doesn't know any better...” you quickly fall back into defending him.

“And apparently he's unwilling to learn either. Or do you guys just not talk about these things?” he says quietly, his tone a tad too serious for your liking. When you avert your gaze and bite your lip, he exhales loudly. “Of course you don't talk about it! Darling, you have to talk to him if you want to have a better experience! The times are changing, you don't have to take them like they come, you can fight against them, make them better!”

“It's really not that important...” you start quietly, even though you want to agree with him. But some things are always easier said than done.

“Really? It was important enough for you to get so frustrated that you ended up crying in the hallway! I bet he wouldn't like to see you crying either. Talk to him!” he insists, his arms tightening slightly around you. “Or shall I talk to him?”

“No!” you exclaim immediately, staring at him with wide eyes. “Please don't! I --” When you see his smirk, you groan and hit his chest playfully. “Don't even joke about it, okay? He can never find out what... happened here tonight...”

“You know your secrets are safe with me, stop worrying so much!” he says gently and raises a hand to push a strand of your hair out of your forehead. “What we have is special, isn't it? I wouldn't want to jeopardise that.”

“Me neither,” you agree, your eyes boring into his. “Sebastian, I... I want to thank you...” you then start, shifting nervously on his lap.

“No need, love, it's quite alright. I'm always here for you,” he replies, but you shake your head.

“I mean it, let me thank you,” you whisper urgently and he raises an eyebrow.

“What were you thinking of?” he asks then, sounding quite interested in how you want to thank him.

You lick your lips and lean closer until your lips are brushing against his ear for a change. “I...” You blush deeply and inhale sharply, before you lean back and look at him once more. “Listen, don't take this the wrong way. I mean, we've already crossed some lines today, right? So...” Taking another deep breath, you return to whisper into his ear: “I want you to come inside me.”

He grabs your shoulders and stares at you, his lips parted and his eyes wide. “What did you just say?”

You fight the heat overtaking your face and hold your breath when you look at him. “You heard me,” you say and chew on your lips.

“I'm not so sure, to be honest...” he replies quietly, frowning deeply. “Sounded to me as if you --”

“Listen!” You inhale deeply, before you pummel him with your words. “You said it's the best feeling, right? And quite frankly, I want to experience that too for once. So this might also be a selfish request, but also a way of saying thank you for your help tonight...” Staring at him breathlessly, you blink slowly. “What do you say?”

He raises his eyebrows and watches you for a moment, unusually quiet. “Are you sure about this? That would be a major line to cross...” he whispers eventually.

“See it as a service between friends,” you explain with a shy smile.

You see him working his jaw as he looks away slowly, his eyes moving over your exposed legs. His hand moves down to your lower back, teasing under the hem of your shirt, before he lowers it to gently caress the curves of your bare rear. “And we'll still be friends afterwards? Promise?”

You tilt your head. “Of course! Why wouldn't we?”

“What if... that changes things?” he asks quietly, still not looking at you.

“Look at me,” you tell him and reluctantly, he does. “No, really, look at me! I just came all over your blasted trousers! That should have changed things, but it didn't! Not for me. We've been through so much, Sebastian. I think our friendship, or whatever you want to call this, can handle anything!”

He watches you closely, your words slowly bringing the smirk back onto his lips. But you're not done yet.

“And you know? It's only fair that I see you come undone as well, don't you think?” you whisper and smile at him, and despite your confident words and eager attempts to convince him to do that with you, you feel your cheeks burning and your stomach tensing up in anticipation. You might also be dripping onto his trousers some more, but you really don't care any more.

“I suppose,” he replies quietly and you see the tip of his tongue moving over his bottom lip. He smirks wider when he notices where your eyes have wandered. “And you wouldn't consider that cheating? You'd be sleeping with another guy...”

“There will be absolutely no sleeping, okay? Don't you dare fall asleep on me as well! I wouldn't be able to handle it,” you tell him with a hearty laugh.

He chuckles, but you can see a dark shadow crossing his eyes. “No falling asleep, I promise.”

Your eyes move over his face. “You want to do this with me, right? I wouldn't want to... force you or anything.”

His laugh is genuine this time. “You find me a teenage guy who wouldn't want to be forced to have sex!” he says, then clears his throat. “I mean, ugh, you know what I mean!” You see him rolling his eyes as he blushes deeply and you chuckle softly while you raise a hand to rub at his red cheek.

“I want you to feel good too,” you whisper.

“I appreciate that,” he replies, before he tilts his head. “You know, we never even properly kissed and now you expect me to put my cock inside your pussy? That's quite the step we'd be making...”

You almost choke on your own spit when you hear his blunt words before you try to laugh off your shock. “Well... we can also do the steps in between, if it makes you feel better...”

“Well, if I have to,” he mocks your tone and smirks at you, while he extends a hand to cup your face, his long fingers moving into your hair as his thumb caresses your cheek. “Do you want me to kiss you?” he then asks quietly, leaning a little closer.

You look at him, inhaling deeply. “Yes,” you reply without hesitation.

For a moment you just look at each other, each of you weighing the consequences of what is about to happen. But all that flies out the window, or at least your head, when he leans in and presses his lips to yours, gently, softly, testing the waters, and when you kiss him back, he tightens the grip on your face and pulls you towards him, his lips closing around yours eagerly.

You've often imagined kissing Sebastian, or at least for a long while, and you've seen him kissing other girls, but feeling his warm mouth on yours now, with his lips moving confidently against your own and his tongue cheekily slipping into your mouth feels like nothing you could have ever imagined. You are so absorbed in the sensation that you barely notice shifting on his lap until you straddle him, your chest pressed to his as you lean against him, your arms wrapped around his neck as you deepen the kiss almost hungrily.

His hands move down to your hips and even further, and when he starts kneading the soft flesh of your rear, you moan softly into his mouth. He leans back then, watching you out of dark eyes, and you draw a much needed breath. “You really want this?” he whispers equally breathless. You nod and already lean in once more, your lips brushing over his, but he leans back again. “You really want --” You see him clenching his jaw. “You really want me to come inside you?” he says barely audible and you smile at his sudden shyness, or whatever you want to call this kind of hesitation you've certainly never seen from him before.

“Yes,” you breathe against him, your hands finding his face as you hold it firmly. “I want it all. I want you!”

His gaze becomes harder for a moment. “What if I want you too?” he then asks darkly.

You tilt your head and frown, licking your swollen lips. “What do you mean? You have me, right here.”

“What if I... wanted more?” His voice is low, but in a way that causes cold shivers instead of pleasant ones to rush down your spine.

“What are you saying?”

He inhales deeply and then shakes his head, giving you one of his smirks. “Never mind. Forget I said anything,” he then brushes it off and leans in once more to kiss you quickly.

Your turn to lean away. “Sebastian...”

He sighs loudly. “Sorry, I shouldn't have --” You see him closing his eyes for a moment and working his jaw. “This is a service between friends. We are friends, nothing more. You have a boyfriend and I'm just here to help you out when he is too incompetent to treat you right!” He exhales then, leaning his head back against the couch, and rolls his eyes. “Sorry, I mean... I just...” He issues a groan and stays silent.

You grab his face and look at him. He avoids your gaze. “Do you want me to break up with him?” you then ask as straight forward as possible.

His eyes find yours. “I would never ask that of you,” he tells you and even though he sounds sincere, you know better.

“That's not my question,” you whisper.

“Why do you press this so much? Let's just fuck and get it over with!” he grimaces darkly and sits up straighter again, grabbing your waist. “Or not, if you don't want any more because I ruined the mood or something...”

You sigh and roll your shoulders, your thumbs grazing over his cheeks. “Tell me to break up with him,” you say quietly and watch his eyes go wider.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“You don't mean it,” he says quietly, eyeing you closely.

“What if I do? We could do this all the time, without having to hide anything...” you whisper, licking your lips.

“I thought you love him...”

“I love talking to him, spending time with him. The sex, if you want to call it that, was just a... necessity...” you tell him and scoff.

He watches you with dark eyes, his face hard. “What if he doesn't want to talk to you any more... afterwards?”

“His loss,” you say surprisingly indifferently. “I enjoy his presence, but I enjoy yours more,” you tell him with a warm smile.

You see him opening his mouth, ready to say something, make it better or worse, but instead he pushes his lips against yours as he grabs the back of your head and pulls you towards him. You gasp, but quickly lean into the kiss that is much more passionate than before. His words still echo inside your head despite the static trying to push them away and you wonder what if...

He never actually said it, you realize, if he wanted you to break up with your boyfriend, and even though you've seen the signs, you can't be sure. And quite frankly, you are a little apprehensive about making rash decisions while you're still battling your frustrations and basking in the sensations another boy has invoked in you and it wouldn't be fair to -- When you feel Sebastian's tongue pressing against yours demandingly, you focus back on the kiss and for a moment you truly forget about everything.

Your fingers dig into his hair, another thing you've always wanted to do, and you even start grinding your pelvis against him as you kiss him breathlessly. He groans quietly against you, the sound so low and deep it immediately causes a reaction deep within your gut. You grip his hair and wrestle his tongue hungrily, your heart pounding inside your chest. His hands are on your hips, just holding you, but his grip is tight and almost possessive, definitely bruising your skin.

With the last of your willpower (or the urge to breathe) you lean back then and watch him out of half-lidded eyes. “Do you... still want to stick your cock into me?” you ask, blushing from your own whispered words, but also no longer caring about etiquette. He's certainly had a bad influence on you.

Yet he seems just as surprised as you are and issues a short laugh. “Yes,” he eventually says back, breathlessly and with his eyes sparkling mischievously. You smile at him and scoot back on his lap a little as he pushes a hand between your bodies and fumbles with the buttons of his trousers. Watching him eagerly as he finally frees his arousal, you can't help but stare at it for a moment. “You can touch it if you want,” you hear him whisper with a chuckle.

When you look up into his face, you lick your lips and smirk. “I have a better idea,” you whisper back and shift on his lap once more, grabbing his shoulders to pull yourself as close to him as possible before you start moving your pelvis against him, feeling your wet folds sliding over his length as you grind against him slowly.

He immediately gives you the desired reaction and moans deeply, watching you with his eyebrows raised and his lips parted. “Good... idea...” he mutters breathlessly and grabs your waist to assist you in your movements. Together you move in a slow rhythm and you quickly feel your legs shaking and your core burning in pleasure.

Throwing your head back, you gasp and moan softly, before you close your eyes and lean into the sensation. You feel him gripping you tighter, his noises vibrating through you deliciously, before he suddenly grabs the back of your head and pulls your head towards him. Your mouths collide with a smack and after a desperate kiss, he rests his forehead against yours and breathes heavily against your lips. “You wanted me... to come inside you, right?” he whispers deeply.

You open your eyes and look at him, your vision blurry. “Yes...”

“Then please, take me inside already,” he says with a low chuckle. You watch him closely and realize that you are on top and he even confirms your suspicions. “This is your night, love, move at your own pace. Use me as your plaything,” he adds with a smirk.

You lick your lips and try to ignore his word choice for now. Inhaling deeply, you sit back on your knees and look down at his eagerly waiting cock. It's glistening from your slick and those veins bulge quite aesthetically and when you close your hand carefully around his shaft, you give them a light squeeze that causes another moan to fall from his lips.

With another reassuring look into his dark eyes, you lift yourself up and position his precum coated tip against your entrance. Watching you with heavy breaths, he gently massages your waist. Suddenly you feel a little nervous, not about doing it with him or because you think he might not fit, but because you've never been on top, you've never been in charge like this. He seems to sense your worries and reaches one of his hands up and grabs your face, gently caressing your cheek.

“You can do this,” he whispers and it's the sound of his voice that makes you start moving. “Yes, just lower yourself... slowly...” he comments and you bite your lip as you listen to him, your body doing the rest for you. He groans deeply when you feel his tip slipping past your entrance. “You're so tight...” he mutters, inhaling sharply.

You let out a moan and hold onto his shoulders with both hands after you let go of his cock as it slowly disappears inside you. You feel him moving further and further, deeper and deeper, filling you more and more, and the feeling is so new and foreign to you that you feel a deep shudder rushing through your entire body. A little whimper escapes you when you finally bury all of him inside you, and you are both impressed and terrified at the thought.

Breathing heavier, you settle on top of him, your fingers clawing at his shoulders as you try to adjust to his invasion and the sheer length and girth of him. You find him watching you equally breathlessly, his lips trembling slightly and his cheeks redder than you've ever seen them before. You lean in then and try to kiss him, but the motion causes you to move against him and you let out a wince when you feel him pushing so deep he's certainly poking something he probably shouldn't.

He doesn't seem to mind and finishes what you started as he grabs the back of your neck and pulls you closer, kissing you deeply as you let out another gasp. “Does it hurt?” he whispers into your mouth, but you shake your head.

“No, it's just... so new...” you confess and he grimaces darkly before he kisses you again. “But it feels so good...” you add and kiss the corner of his mouth as he gives you another smirk. “Having you all the way in there...” You inhale deeply and bite your lip. “Feels perfect...”

He moves his fingers into your hair and chuckles. “You just wait till we move together,” he whispers and pulls your mouth closer once more. You kiss him hungrily and wait for him to do what he just said, but he doesn't. When you lean back to look at him, he smiles. “I'm your plaything, use me however you like,” he says again, his voice low and sultry.

You chew on your tingling lips, before you grab his shoulders tighter and start leaning up on your knees, slowly raising your rear, feeling your walls clench around his length as if they don't want to part from it. He leans deeper into the couch and watches you, his hands letting go of you to rest on the back of the lumpy furniture piece. He truly lets you do all the work.

And you give your best as you keep moving up, before you move back down with a smack, coaxing a cry and a gasp out of your own throat and a deep moan out of him when he plunges back into you all the way. “Careful,” you hear him whisper with a smirk. “Ease into it,” he tells you and you nod, repeating the motion but a little more deliberate as you move back down on him.

Slowly you find your rhythm and he even starts assisting you as he puts his hands on your waist after all and guides you up and down. Your breaths are shallow and you feel your legs shaking under the exertion, but you keep going, your eyes on his face the entire time. His gaze is just as dark as yours. “Tell me... how it feels,” you whisper in between issuing moan after moan.

He exhales loudly through his nose as he smiles darkly at you. “Amazing,” he groans quietly. “You're so warm and tight... and how deep you can take me feels incredible...” His voice helps you in moving slightly faster now as you feel your insides tightening around him greedily. “Oh yes, you move those hips, love,” he breathes. “Just like that... you really are a natural...”

You bite your lip and move your hand to grab the back of his neck as you place your other hand on his chest, riding him faster and harder with every rapid heartbeat. The slapping of skin against skin and the squeaking of the old couch echo in your ears and fuel your desire to do anything to get that extra bit of friction, that extra scratch you need so badly as you grind your hips, feeling him stretching your walls and moving against those sweet spots. You moan louder and for once you don't care who can hear you.

All you care about is your pleasure and it feels so good and refreshing to have someone allow you to chase it. Even though he seems to really struggle beneath you, his fingers digging into your skin almost painfully as he grunts and groans while you moan and whimper. “Are... are you... close?” you ask, your voice strained and shaking from your continuous motions as you move your entire body against him.

He lets out a deeper grunt and you see him squeeze his eyes shut. “You... first...” is all he utters. You lean closer then, your arms wrapping around his neck as you press your chest against his. Your lips brush over his as you start moving your rear up and down as fast as you can, really leaning into it, and you hear him groan louder and faster as he too wraps his arms around you and holds you close.

You almost lose it right there and then when he starts pushing his hips upwards against you, mirroring your movements and doubling the sensation. Moaning right into his ear as you bury your face in the crook of his neck, you feel your walls clenching more and more despite the rapid movement of his cock sliding in and out of you as he fucks you open relentlessly. Your whimpers grow louder and you cling onto him as if your life depended on it.

“Please,” you hear him whisper hoarsely. “Come for me...”

You move faster, the heat almost unbearable now, and as you hold onto him and he holds onto you, you feel your muscles contracting, your insides convulsing, that sweet tension building and building, and when it finally burst into an explosion of tiny little lights, you cry out loudly, arching your back and sinking your fingernails into his shirt, gasping for air, before you collapse against him, breathlessly and spent, your limbs twitching and your heart ready to jump out of your chest.

Yet he keeps moving his hips against you even faster, the sound of your bodies connecting an obscenely wet one, the couch creaks beneath you, and his groans become louder and louder, until he shudders against you, his arms tightening around you to the point where you can barely breathe, and when he pushes your body hard onto his lap, burying his entire length as deeply as possible, he grunts and stills his movements, and you feel him twitching inside you, before something warm and wet fills you up as he mindlessly pumps his load into you.

You whimper softly as you lean against him, completely exhausted and yet so satisfied like you have never felt before. For a moment, none of you move, it's only the last tremors of your orgasms causing your limbs to twitch occasionally, before you hear him breathing heavily into your neck as he pushes his lips against your damp skin and kisses it lazily. “You're amazing...” he hums and you shudder deeply at the sound and sensation. “That was... amazing...”

You move your shaking fingers into his hair and gently caress his scalp, your breaths still shallow but not as frantic any more. “You... too...” you whisper quietly. “Thank you...”

He chuckles softly at that, his voice hoarse and strained as he speaks. “No, thank you. It really is the best feeling, you know?” He shifts beneath you and you gasp softly as he pushes his hips upwards once more. “Can you feel it? How warm and cosy it feels?” You nod your head, hoping he'll notice it. “I almost want to stay like that forever,” he continues quietly, his breath ghosting your ear, causing goosebumps to ripple over your heated skin. “You're the perfect fit...”

You breathe against him, fighting the thoughts pushing through your cloudy mind. Before you can help it, you feel a tear dropping from your lashes and a sob falling from your lips.

“Are you alright?” he asks immediately, loosening his grip on your body, but you keep clinging onto him, not wanting to face him right now. “Does it hurt? Shall I pull out?”

“No,” you say firmly. “I'm okay, don't move...” You feel him rubbing your back soothingly, his touch warm and comforting, and yet it causes more tears to roll down your cheeks. “I wish we --”

Suddenly he presses his lips against your ear, his breath hot on your skin and his voice vibrating through your head so intensely, it stops any ongoing thoughts instantly. “Please break up with him,” he whispers.

It's these words and his low voice and the need behind it that makes you lean back eventually. Ignoring the slight jab of pain as you shift on top of him, you look at him and his face is as flushed as yours feels. His eyes are dark, yet pleading, his lips parted and trembling. You reach out a hand to caress his cheek and push a wild strand of his messy hair out of his forehead, before you lean in and gently press your lips to his.

You'd be a fool if you'd ignore his request now. It wasn't just the amazing sex and all those moments before, it was the promise behind his words to treat you like this for as long as you'd let him. And how could you ever say no to those puppy-dog eyes? You chuckle at the thought and lean back, meeting his puzzled gaze. “I will,” you then tell him, as simple as that, and his reaction couldn't warm your heart more.

The smile spreads over his entire face, making those dimples pop and his eyes sparkle, and then he wraps his arms tighter around you, pulls you against him once more and kisses the side of your face with a happy chuckle. You laugh against him, relishing the warmth that courses through your entire body. And you know from that moment forwards that you need him to come inside you every blasted time.

Because it truly is the best feeling.

End notes: Breeding kink activated! He's converted another one!

And speaking of kink: that voice kink, right? Confession time: I cannot stop listening to Sebastian saying "forgotten", the way he pronounces that word is just *chef's kiss* to me! (I have it bookmarked, see link above... And even though it's the scene where he's angry with us, I cannot help but melt away at the sound of it XD)

On another note: With Kinktober over, what are we calling November? Because uh, no, I will not participate in No-Nut-November, excuse me? Our boy can't handle that! So Smutvember? Lovember?

While I wrote this I was imagining who that useless but sweet boyfriend would be - and while I have some ideas, I'd like to hear yours! Who do you think would be a great guy to talk to, but would be utterly useless in bed?

MASTERLIST - KINKTOBER - AO3

[the-moon-files]

Aaaaa yay, you updated for Linked Universe again! 🙏 And right when the hyperfixation was coming back for me, too 👀 

I was looking over your posts for LU, and if you don’t mind, I’d love to share some of my own random thoughts with you! I hope that’s okay 👉👈

After I read your “Humans aren't just round-eared Hylians?” post I have had,, many thoughts 👀 One random difference between humans and Hylians I thought about was the possibilities of varying strength,,, You briefly mentioned how Hylians seemed lighter than they seemed to Guide!Reader, and let me tell you, it was such a small detail, but I was transFIXED. I have this image of humans/Guide!Reader just being naturally stronger than the average Hylians - and it made me think of scenarios of the Reader just effortlessly hauling around two Links on their shoulders like sacks of potatoes- And them also picking up things that are supposed to be really heavy with ease! Like, Four would make a longsword, and Reader picks it up out of curiosity, expecting it to be really heavy, but it’s actually not that bad?? (Four in the background: 🧍)

If the Reader is already pretty strong (and maybe even has a profession in fighting, like a boxer or something,, [I might be projecting slightly—]), then ooo 👀 I can see there being this one time where a bunch of monsters ambush the Chain, and as everyone is fighting with the Reader giving them advice and whatnot, a Lizalfos managed to slip past everyone and sprint towards the Reader to attack them. The others are panicking because they won’t be able to reach the monster in time, but just as the Lizalfos raised its sword, one single punch from the Reader sent it flying back into the fray, knocking it into a Moblin. Reader is just standing there with their fist still in the air like “👁️👄👁️ h u h … whY ARE YOU GUYS STARING, YOU’RE STILL FIGHTING—”

In your newest post about the Guide!Reader’s voice, you mentioned how some entities could hear them, and I don’t know if he would, but I think it’d be kinda funny if Ganon and all of his other reincarnations could hear the Reader talking to Link- I’m not sure if he remembers his past lives, but if he does and hears/recognises Reader’s voice, I love the image of him thinking “Oh god, THIS guy again??” Because Reader WILL clown on him-

Dehydrated Ganondorf: *insert evil monologue here*

Guide!Reader: Uh-huh, sure, bold words for someone whose skin looks like a prehistoric riverbed. :|

Sage: *w he eze*

As I was writing all this, I had to think to myself, “Huh,, Guide!Reader doesn’t die when they fall into lava, aren’t really affected by harsher temperatures and winds, and also can swim against strong currents. They’re environment-resistant basically. But there’s bound to be at least one weakness to it all, right?” I did come up with said weakness, and I think it’s kinda basic, BUT one idea I had was that because Guide!Reader is so resistant to the natural elements of Hyrule, they are conversely quite weak to unnatural causes in turn. If they get injured, say they get cut with a knife by a Bokoblin, then that wound would take much longer to heal than it should. Any injuries that the Reader sustains in Hyrule are harder to heal (which I feel like could make some interesting angst,, 👀); their injuries would take more magic to completely heal them, or have more healing potions to drink. I also thought of the Reader being very vulnerable to any sort of poison- Like, if they get a pinch or two (or three) of strong poison in their system, they get knocked out for like two days 💀 

So basically, Guide!Reader is very resistant to the environment, possibly quite strong, but does not have any good constitution,,

[On another note, maybe it’s just a me thing, but I personally love the thought of Wind looking up to the Reader as like a big brother figure,,]

And also!! Happy birthday!! 🥳🥳🎉 As a way of procrastination, I’ve been compiling memes with Guide!Reader and the Chain because the brain rot is hitting HARD,, I can share it with you in the future if you like! /gen /pos And sorry if this is such a long post dkjfgndf-

NOT SOMEONE BEING HAPPY I UPDATED UwU

ur ideas, ur compliments, ur bday wishes, etc. hitting me like^^

Sun: Masc!Reader (he/him) this will be default unless ppl specify otherwise! , Guide!Reader, Boxer/Martial Artist!Reader

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: Most Links of the Chain mentioned + Sage (Totk Link)! No focus/centric Link

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: light cussing, & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

In reference to This Post! Wait, Humans Aren’t just Round-Eared Hylians??

YOUR BRAIN>>>????!!!

This was such a yummy treat tysm for this, sharing is caring 🫶

I absolutely think Humans could be 10x stronger than Hylians, I mean if we base everything abt their universe off of Link weighing ~8 apples lmao

that means swords, armor, broadswords/claymores, battle axes, huge shields, if those weigh abt like fake swords/wooden ones back on earth to us, then i cant even imagine what canons/horses/tree trunks/boulders weigh 💀

like props on a stage weight rather than the real thing lmao

No but how many Links can you fit in one carry??

ok u got a heavier Link on your back, like Time, Twi or Wars, then Four/Wind/Hyrule/Legend (yes he’s light/smaller side, tho he may deny) in ur arms like one Link per arm, maybe 3 Links if you can like wrap ur arms around them

so like 4 Links total? well, Wind or Four r so light/small one could possibly ride on ur shoulders, so 5 LMAO??? that's like half the Chain already AHALJFAfJLL-

on another note,

I LOVEEE ganon being able to hear Guide Reader bc spent too long around them, also i originally based that off of characters who’ve shown they're meta/highly magical kinda (esp the meta part where they may have directly addressed players/broke 4th wall)

No bc Ganon would just be SO fed up by like, Wild’s time, it would literally be EXACTLY like what u said I’d imagine:

(u just playing the game and not realizing until later they can hear you)

Ganon: “ugh that blonde twink again, god when will this plan actually work-?!”

You: “eyyy, Ganon! omg, why’s he?? Hot??? damn, botw best ganon version fr”

Ganon: “you know what maybe you should just kill me right now, hero Link.”

(the thought of Ganon never being able to escape ur voice whenever Link was near him bc u didnt have a body to fight/kill, and instead he just had to deal with ur comments is SENDING ME)

changing subjects again sorry

YES!! that's the weakness/drawback I was thinking abt for Humans in Hyrule, while yes their environment isn't that effective on us, (i like to use “inside a video game” as the reason bc i think its neat)

humans are notoriously fragile in our own world already - we get sick, we get acid-reflux/throw up from bad food/food poisoning, etc.

so it makes sense we’d be more sensitive to this new environment, but even if we got adjusted,

we’re more external-proof, not internal-proof

(u know that's another reason why it works for Hylians and not Humans, we aren’t automatically healed by food, but their world does, and even in botw/totk when u have “dubious” food, its never inedible, its just useless to eat, so technically Hylians can kind of eat most anything off of that logic, like there is no such thing as “bad food” for them)

and u could take this either way tbh,

like we’re either entirely resistant to magic/dont take to it well bc our world didnt have it so potions/fairies don't work and we have to heal naturally

or just yeah, its like ur in a new country tbh, new germs/nature/food/etc. and u def cant guarantee u wont get a little sick from that

this would definitely include genuine poison!

bro the amount of WORRY the Links would feel after realizing the human guide guy who’s physically here now can barely handle their food??

Wild’s making a thorough list of what foods work for you and what don't, like safe foods to go back on, including recipes,

the way Time/Wars would absolutely be willing to take little detours/stop by towns more to make sure you have the right food you can eat,

and even tho Wild’s cooking, Sage is constantly testing for poison, like the dish itself, the herbs/plants, every ingredient needs to be extra safe even by Hylian standards (like not eating adventurous stuff like pufferfish or smth that could possibly have poison if cooked wrong/not enough etc)

that is to say, even if Wild makes a new recipe/other meal, he always has a backup safe meal to give you instead on those nights, and just way too many in general (yes he knows it doesn't buff ur health but he cant help his Hylians instincts to stuff the hurt person’s face with food ok??)

Hyrule! Is!! Losing!!! It!!!!

he has all the healing magic in the world and the one man he wants to help the most, for keeping him from being lonely on his adventure/looking out for him/being on his side no matter what, now he finds out he can’t even help them??

mans would literally keep trying to heal u til he’s drained it all out to just try and get the wound to close, if u didnt stop him

U get injured for the first time, and while a bruise/cut taking weeks to heal (depending on how bad) is normal to you, Hyrule + lowkey everyone is Freaking Out

Wounds DO NOT take weeks to heal?? They take hours at most??? Dude, are you dying-

(Wind got elbowed for that one, purely bc he voiced Sky/Hyrule/Wild/Twi paranoia out loud lol)

that is going with the version ur mostly unaffected by magic, but u could also do the human thing where we get adjusted to things over time (at least more than nothing), including food/sickness

The way All the Links just surround you or outright don’t let you come into crowded parts of town so ur poor immune system wont make u sick again 😭

on the bright side they'd all get rlly good at preventative measures like this, and taking care of sick you lol

(yes, u bribed Wind to get little bro cuddles when ur sick, it wasn't hard, he sees u as the most genuine bigger bro probably bc ur likely hte most affectionate out of all the Links)

(should I get into cultural differences between humans/hylians like humans being more openly cuddly/affectionate? like how in humans are space orcs fandom they acknowledge its unusual for us to “packbond” so easily to so many different species? and how this could possibly apply to not only Hylians but any Friend-shaped creatures across the Hyrules?? ..nah. I’ll save that for another post)

AND YES!! feel free to shoot rambles/thoughts/not even requests my way! Id love to talk abt it or just post it for the world to marvel at too lol

ohh mY God;; YOU HAVE MEMES FOR THIS?? PLEASEEEE SHOW ME????

thank you for this, srsly /pos

Peace out,

🌙

[smiley-mcdoggington]

FIRST POST YAY YAY YAY (tw: smut, stancest, dubcon, beware!)

Unicorns were, by far, the most irritating creatures Ford has ever come to know of all the anomalies of Gravity Falls. The amount of trouble it took to sedate that unicorn made Ford want to grab fistfuls of his own hair were they not already filled with the holographic strands from said unicorn. It had taken all day, but it would be worth it - once his house was Bill-proof, it would be worth it.

He fumbled with the frozen doorknob before shouldering into the house with a loud noise. “Stanley! I'm back!” He called, kicking the snow off his boots and reaching for the lightswitch.

There was a takeout menu taped over the thing. Ford rolled his eyes. Of course Stanley couldn't make the trip to the grove on his broken leg but he could snoop around to beg for food.

He tugged the paper from the wall - but then his eyes caught the stocky writing on the back.

‘I'm sorry, Sixer. You can put me in a home or something when it's over, I know I shouldn't have done this without saying but it's the only way to protect you from him forever, this way you don't have to worry so much. Please take care of yourself. -Stanley’

Ford struggled to fit the pieces together. He looked further into his dark home. “Stanley?!” He called again.

He strained his ears, but he couldn't hear any sort of response.

He flicked on the lights, reading over the note again, and making his way deeper in.

“Hello?!” He practically shouted up the stairs.

He almost thought he didn't get a response - then he heard a very faint “Hello..?” from his brother. Ford’s shoulders dropped with relief.

He stormed up the stairs. “Stanley, what is the meaning of this note? Is this about Bill? I told you what the unicorn hair was for--” He found his brother sat on the floor or his bedroom wearing Ford’s favorite trench coat that had gone missing that morning.

“What are you doing on the floor?” Ford asked.

“My leg hurts.” Stanley said astutely, and Ford eyed the leg that Stanley had taken out of its boot.

“Yes, that tends to happen when a leg is broken. Why did you take your boot off?”

Stanley looked dumbfounded. “My leg’s broken?” He asked.

Ford started walking closer when his foot met something. He looked down and saw the memory gun.

He picked it up, and saw the setting entered.

‘Stanley Pines’

He looked back at his brother - who’d cut his hair, was wearing his glasses and his clothes, and was staring uncomprehendingly up at him.

“Stanley, what did you do..?” He asked faintly. Of course he had theorized - but it was just that, a theory, one only meant to be proven when all other options ran out.

His brother had a confused frown. “I'm Stanley?”

Ford’s hands shook where they held the gun - the one Stanley pointed at his own head. He threw it across the room, getting to his knees in front of his brother. “Yes. Stanley, what do you remember? Do you remember making a deal? Anything?”

Stanley leaned away from him. “Uh. Sorry, man - I don't, uh. Do I know you?”

“You do.” He said immediately. “Stanley, you know me, it's Stanford - you know me--” He put his hands on his brother’s shoulders, the same way he had done two days ago, but instead of him calming down he just seemed more uncomfortable.

“Sorry, Stan, doesn't ring a bell.”

“I'm not Stan, you're Stan and I'm Ford.” He corrected immediately.

“Yikes, that's gotta be confusing. So Ford, would you tell me where the hell I am?”

He genuinely didn't remember. Ford felt sick.

‘You can put me in a home or something when it's over,’ Stanley had said in the note he left. He knew what he was doing to himself. Why would he--

Ford got to his feet, storming out of the room and down the stairs, down to the basement - the second floor of the basement, the floor he’d been avoiding for months. He grabbed the lighter from his pocket and started lighting dusty candles.

He sat himself in the middle of the circle, anxiety overwrought with anger. He recited the incantation he knew by heart and forced his mind to open.

But nothing happened.

He tried again.

Nothing.

He looked up at the ceiling. “Bill!” He yelled into the air. “I've come to make a deal!” He lied, but nothing happened. There was no possible way Bill would pass a declaration like that up - just like Stanley said, Bill was getting desperate, he wouldn't pass up a chance for Ford to let him in his head.

Stanley was dressed up like Ford. Stanley knew how desperate Bill was, knew he would shake hands with Ford no questions asked if he thought Ford offered up his mind.

He ran out of the room, back up the stairs so quickly he ran out of breath. When he got back to the second floor and his brother was face-down on the floor. “Stanley?!” He was over immediately, a hand on his neck looking for a pulse.

Stan smacked his hand away with an annoyed huff, sitting himself back up on his own. “Hey, Phil - thought you left.”

“Ford. What were you doing, Stanley?”

“My leg’s broken.” Stanley said in explanation. “I was thinkin’ of driving myself to the hospital.”

“You could have called me!” Ford argued.

“I did! I thought you left and I wasn't gonna keep on yowling for help like some sick cat, now are you gonna drive me to a hospital or am I gonna drive me to a hospital?”

“Drive myself - grammar.” He corrected, and Stanley gave him a blank look as if unaffected by their usual topic of bickering. “Just - let me help you up.”

Ford hefted Stan's thicker arm over his shoulder and hoisted him to his feet - mostly his left foot, his right dragging behind them as they started walking.

“Hey, uh. Buddy. Stairs are that way. This ain't the first floor.”

Ford wanted to drop him, frankly. Stan again forgetting his name made him perhaps a little too angry. “Wise deduction, but you came from that way - and you walked into my room with a boot on. A cast, too, but I don't want to see what chewed-up mess you made of that. I'm assuming you hid it there.” He said, lining up the back of Stan's knees with his bed and dropping him. Stan didn't make a sound, but the short drop made his eyes wide - still afraid of heights? Or something else?

It didn't matter. What mattered was that Stanley was blinking up at him with eyes that still didn't quite recognize him. Ford kind of wanted to punch him. Or the wall. Or Bill when he got back.

He busied himself with scanning the room - everything had a fine layer of dust, his bedroom hadn't been used quite possibly since the day he made that deal with Bill to increase time spent on the portal past all of his waking hours. He had most of his wardrobe in the basement, and needed nothing comfortable to catch him when he passed out.

He opened the closet door of his room - filled with summer attire for all the good it did him in February. At the bottom was the plastic boot the hospital had given Stanley, and just as he suspected the torn up remains of his cast, still with a pair of bent kitchen scissors lodged into the thick material.

A new cast would be easy to make, but the boot would help as a guideline. He didn't want to go to the hospital with Stanley again - not after the looks the staff gave him every time previous.

He grabbed it and headed downstairs again, already logging what he would need. Fiberglass, cotton, calcined gypsum, calcium sulfate, polyurethane, bandages - he was sure he had more than enough lying around for something as simple as a cast.

He started nosing through the clutter in his house, picking up everything he needed and putting it in an old grocery bag he found to take upstairs.

Once he was satisfied with his haul, he went back upstairs. He checked back in his room and Stanley was right where he left him.

Stan was also looking at the bag like it was his saving grace, then back up at Ford with a determined set of his shoulders. Ford ignored it, going over to the bed and dropping the grocery bag next to the cluttered nightstand

Stan was looking at him still - scanning him. Ford had no idea what his brother could be thinking until he opened his mouth. “Can't get on my knees that well with the leg, John.”

Ford’s mood soured. “Ford. It's Ford, you don't even have to remember two syllables, Stanley.” He snapped, but Stanley just tilted his head down like a scolded dog.

“Sorry, Ford - I'll call ya what you want.” He said, once again eyeing the bag for a second too long to be inconspicuous.

Ford sighed. “It doesn't matter - will you just - just sit there? Sit still?”

“Yes, sir.” Stan said, and then dropped into his back, completely ignoring what Ford just said, but Ford was still reeling from the use of “sir” by his twin brother. Ford didn't look nearly that old - or maybe he did, he had broken all the mirrors weeks ago - but Stanley was the same age as him, regardless!

Finally collected on why this offended him, he turned to look at Stanley again but then lost his train of thought.

Stanley was looking at him. He had taken his glasses off and was staring down at him expectantly over his own chest - was his back arched? Ford opened his mouth and Stanley’s legs visibly inched apart.

“... Stanley?”

“Yes, sir?” The title again - but now in a vastly different context. Why the hell was Stan looking at him like that? Sounding like that? Acting like that?

“What?” Ford said in summary of all his questions.

Stan tilted his head coyly. “Just doin’ what you want, sir.” His eyes flicked to Ford’s bag of supplies and then back. “Bag like that of food ain't cheap. Lemme make it worth your while?” He purred, and Ford’s usual urge to correct him didn't even notice that Stan thought his cast supplies were normal groceries.

Why was the thought of a bag of food making Stan act like a cat in heat? Was his brain damaged with the memory gun or is this such a frequent occurrence even the memory wipe couldn't rid him of it? Ford wondered just how many times Stan had looked at a stranger the way he was looking at him right now. Was he even clean?

Disgust and guilt and something else rolled in his gut - was this a con? Had Stanley still not put together that they're brothers? Would he still be lying on the bed that nicely if he did?

Stan's arms itched upwards and the sides of his knees couldn't go any farther apart from where they hung over the bed - that must hurt, with the leg. Stan didn't react to that, though, instead staring intently down at something while his fingers slowly dug into the dusty sheets.

Ford looked down as well.

Oh.

Ford cleared his throat awkwardly, tugging the front of his shirt down. Stan was looking up at him again, an easy smile on his lips. “You gonna just look at me? You can do whatever you want, s--”

“Sixer.” He corrected, his voice sounding off in his own ears. “You'll call me Sixer.” He said with more confidence than his sweaty palms suggested. He vaguely justified the change in his head while he watched Stan's fingers drag along the sheets.

Stanley, again unaffected by being corrected, leaned up on his elbows. “Alright, Sixer. You want me on my back?” He was scanning Ford again. Ford began answering when Stanley added another question. “... You want me to start by myself--?”

“Yes.” He said in response to the first question, because rolling over might shift the bones in his leg, and then felt shame burn in his throat when he registered the second. He moved to correct himself but Stan moved quicker.

He was undoing the buttons of Ford’s trench coat that Ford had yet to make him take off. His fingers sliding over the large brown buttons with ease, revealing more of the collared shirt he had seen just peeking over it.

It was no wonder he had closed the jacket Ford normally left open - the button-down was also Ford’s, and it looked it, stretched over Stan's larger frame. Ford’s eyes drank up the peeks of skin between buttons where fabric had bowed out, the buttons straining to keep from either undoing themselves or ripping from the their threads entirely. Dark hair wiry and obvious with the white background.

Stan shucked the trenchcoat, leaving it under him while he went for the smaller buttons of his shirt - Ford’s shirt that he had probably stretched beyond recovery. The long sleeves were like a second skin on Stan's forearms as his hands went deftly over the top button.

The button over Stan's pecks, the one most strained, popped open before Stan could even touch it, and Stanley’s breath hitched. He was staring right at him. “Sixer?” Stan asked, still releasing the buttons from their strain. Ford waited for Stanley to say anything else, breath shallow and eyes watching Stanley’s fingers.

“Sixer, come on.” He said, it sounded almost like a whine, like a twisted mimicry of when Stan would tell him to keep up as children running across the sand. Ford’s mouth went dry. Then he felt the warmth of Stan's wrists under his palms as he yanked his hands off that godforsaken button-down. Ford froze like a deer in the headlights when he realized what he’d done, but Stan was looking up at him like he was fucking smug about it.

Ford grabbed him by the back of his roughly chopped hair and dragged him into a kiss that was mostly teeth. Ford bit Stan's lower lip and Stan huffed a laugh like he had won, somehow. Perhaps he had, now that Ford was indulging in this - this incest.

He broke the kiss, going down to undo the last stubborn button and get the shirt off.

“Fuck you've got big hands…” Stanley huffed in almost a whisper, and really? That was Stanley’s candid reaction to the extra digits? Ford almost wanted to cry, instead he went back to kissing Stan like his life depended on it while his hands ran over his arms to get his sleeves off. Stan started pawing at Ford’s own button-down, but Ford just pulled it over his head easily - he had lost a few pounds before Stan got there.

Stan didn't seem to mind at all, hands running down his sides and leaving goosebumps. The distraction let Stan push forward in the kiss, technique much different - better. One of Stanley’s hands started itching down the front of his pants and Ford made an embarrassing noise that had him freezing up.

Stanley stopped, breaking away to get a look at Ford, but Ford just grabbed his wrists again and pushed them into the bed. “No touching.” He said, trying to sound authoritative instead of like someone liable to come in his pants at some heavy petting.

Stanley obediently kept his hands where they were when Ford let go, leaning down to meet Stanley again. Ford tried to copy what Stan was doing earlier, and Stan hummed in his mouth.

Ford slowly moved down to Stan's pants - still his, it seems he didn't even attempt to squeeze into Ford’s stiff slacks. Or maybe he did and hid the ripped remains somewhere. He undid the fly and button and Stan groaned. Ford, spurred on by the noise, started pulling down his pants and underwear at once.

Stan chuckled in his mouth - voice low and harsh and scratching at Ford’s brain. “You wanna stretch me or you wanna watch?” He asked, nose running by Ford’s cheekbone.

“Watch.” Ford said. It was only smart, he had never done something like that before, all of his college trysts were with women. Stan scooted backwards on the bed - barely wincing when his leg shifted. He looked Ford in the eyes and started laving three of his fingers in saliva for a second, before pulling away, a string connecting them to his lips for a moment as he reached down, passing his erection and going further.

Ford watched Stan shove two in immediately - really, how experienced was he? He started pushing them deeper and then back out. Ford watched him work himself open, want making his stomach ache. He reached down and started palming himself, and Stanley groaned again. Ford’s eyes snapped up to his face.

“Sixer? Six - get - lemme see? I wanna see.” He was looking directly at Ford’s crotch, fingers slow and making faint wet noises.

Ford hesitated - one of Bill's many efforts to demonstrate his lack of bodily autonomy was to go to a tattoo and piercing parlor and get what he thought would shame Ford as much as possible - publicly and privately.

“Sixerrrr…” Stan's voice dragged, his hands moving faster - three fingers, now. “Please - God - please lemme see, jus - please, Six I just wanna see…”

Ford undid the front of his pants like they were on fire, and Stan's hand in himself slowed to a crawl. Ford swallowed thickly, pulling himself out of his underwear.

The small barbell glinted off the light. Stan made a breathy sort of whine as his hand sped up again. “Please.” Stan said, more easily than he had ever begged for anything. “Wan’ it - Sixer, Sixer - Shit--” Ford grabbed the hand Stanley had half-buried in himself and pulled it out. His hole was red - open and flexing to the beat of Stan's panting. Ford lined himself up. “Wai - wait.” Stan licked his own hand, the one he just had in his asshole, and then reached down. He ran his five-fingered hand up and down Ford’s length twice and Ford moaned. Stan squeezed his base to keep him from shooting off early and Ford’s cheeks burned.

Stan was looking up at him like he was gorgeous, though. “You good?” He asked gruffly, and Ford nodded.

Stanley leaned back again, resting on his elbows and bending his unbroken leg up. Ford lined himself up again and slowly pushed in.

Stanley was hot - he was saying something, but Ford didn't recognize what. He was so hot - his muscles spasming around Ford and Ford had to grab his base again, whimpering as his orgasm failed again.

Stan started thrusting down onto him - fucking himself, shit - and Ford started tentatively following, slowly releasing the pressure from his hand.

“Shit, Six - Sixer. You gotta move, you - you're killing me here.” Stan whined, back arched, and hands gripping the sheets. “Please.” He begged, and Ford drew his hips back and slammed them forward.

Stan moaned. “Tha - Fuck - That's it, Six - Jus’ like that--” Ford started thrusting in earnest, Stan making these huffing noises to the pace of it. Then Ford’s unfortunate piercing caught something on the drag out and Stan's gasp hitched. He groaned obscenely. “The - their - right there sweetheart - Sixer - Fuck!” Ford’s mind pulled up a diagram of male genitalia - specifically the location of the prostate. Should be…

“FUCK--” Stan sobbed. “Please please Sixer Sixer Sixer F-Ford--”

Ford’s body was overtaken by static, spine curling forward until his nose was buried in Stan's chest hair while his spend flooded his brother. Hands started carding through his hair while he trembled and groaned, he felt himself slowly relaxing into the big arms around him and the soup of endorphins in his head.

The last thing he thought before his mind drifted away was that he could have sworn he was supposed to be staying awake.

[yaoi-enthusiasts]

Phone Smex

Convicted Masterlist - Ryomen Sukuna Series

Warning A: Rated 18+ | reader is abused by father | murder | dark content | smut | cursing | modern au

Short & smutty yay

“When you comin’ home woman?” Sukuna said over the phone. “Jesus Christ, I’ll be home literally tomorrow.” You chuckled. You had went and visited your sister in the city she moved to for work for the weekend.

“I don’t want tomorrow, I want right now.” Sukuna groaned, he was currently in a towel and a whole lot of sunshine underneath. “Well the only thing I can offer is tomorrow, it’s the only date available.” You said sarcastically. “You little brat.” He groaned, his voice breaking and staggered. “Sukuna?” You questioned as you heard uneven breathing. “Are you okay?” You questioned. “Mmmm… fuck… Y-yeah.” He stammered out, then it clicked. “Sukuna are you really jerking off right now?” You sighed. “Fuckkkk… Couldn’t help it, I miss your walls squeezing me…” He moaned into the phone. You could hear the wet noises coming from his fist. You felt the demon in you wanting to tease, wanting to make him reach completion, his cum dripping down his hands after the post nut clarity. “You wish that were my hands grasping your cock baby? Squeezing your balls, rubbing all the way from your balls, to the tip of your pretty cock… Oh how I love how red it gets, your pearls peeking out, begging for me to have a taste…” You spoke vulgarly to your husband who quite literally had his dick in hand. “Fuck yes…” he groaned and whispered, shooting ropes of his seed on his chest. “Fuck woman… I just took a damn shower. This was supposed to be in you, not on me… You are never allowed to leave again!” He groaned. “Well maybe if we didn’t fuck in my sisters last apartment, she would let you spend the weekend with me.” You chuckled, “Well if she would have a boyfriend, she would know what its life.” He scoffed, as he wiped himself. “Actually so she does have a boyfriend now…” You dropped the news. “SHE WHAT!?” Sukuna nearly had a heart attack. “Well stick a tail up my ass, and call me a horse. Who would have fuckin’ knew.” He laughed dryly. “Sukuna… I am never coming home to you again after what just came out your mouth.”

You did go home, and instead of a tail up your ass, it was his swollen cock, you were never leaving his side again.

[ladysomething]

I forget, is it snippet wednesday or full chapter wednesday today?

hi!

it is snippet Wednesday, and I did post one last night, but after the day we've alll had .. fuck it, lets have another one.

this one will also be heavily edited before it makes it's way to ao3, so that's exciting! yay for seeing the process!

“You can talk to me,” Max murmurs, voice so endearingly awkward and unsure. “If you want. I—I’ll listen.” 

He’s so nice. He’s always so nice, always just wants to be kind to him, but Charles doesn’t think he deserves it. 

“Why would you do that for me?” Charles asks, sniffling loudly. 

It’s pathetic. He’s pathetic. 

“You know why,” Max answers, a little helplessly. 

Charles’ heart squeezes, so painfully it makes him whimper. He doesn’t deserve this. He doesn’t deserve Max, and his unwavering loyalty, his dedication to keeping Charles safe even when he was being such a dick. He definitely doesn’t deserve to still have Max’s love, even when Charles can give him nothing back.

“I’m sorry,” Charles says, but it comes out almost as a sob. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’ve been so mean to you and now you’re stuck with me forever and I can’t even . . .” 

“Stuck?” Max asks, clearly bewildered. Charles doesn’t blame him—he’s just as confused at his own behaviour. It makes him cry harder, because Max is being so gentle, even though Charles is acting crazy. “What on Earth makes you think I feel stuck? If anything, you’re the one stuck with me.” 

“You are,” Charles cries, fists tightening in Max’s shirt. “You’re so nice, and you always defend me, even though Lando was right, because I can’t make any food and you always have to do it and maybe I can’t have kids but everyone keeps telling me that you want them! I’ve ruined everything. I ruined your life, and my life, and what if I can’t even win the Championship? What if I’m not good enough? And—and—Kelly! What about Kelly? Jean-Luc is here, all the time, and not with Kelly and Penelope and it’s all my fault, I’m so stupid, I don’t know why all of you would do this for me! I’m not worth it, I’m not, Max, I’m so stupid.” 

Max rubs gentle, soothing circles on his back as Charles sobs desperately into his neck. He doesn’t even know where half of that came from, which just makes him cry more. 

What is he even saying? What is he talking about? He really is so fucking stupid—

“You’re not stupid,” Max whispers fervently. “Don’t even say that. You’ve been put in an awful situation and you tried to make the best of it. That doesn’t make you stupid.” 

Charles sobs loudly, rubbing his wet face against Max’s shirt. 

“Don’t be nice to me,” Charles whispers desperately. “I don’t deserve for you to be nice to me.”

[these-written-reveries]

Dissimulate My Love (Pt. 2)

‣ Pairing: Touya Todoroki (Dabi) x GN!Reader

‣ Genre: flangst (angst & fluff)

‣ Summary: Touya is in love with you, and Toga knows. The self-proclaimed “expert” crafts the perfect plan to bring the two of you together, but Touya is still determined to keep his feelings hidden from you. Unfortunately for him, Toga’s plan seems to be working out in her favor, his carefully crafted mask slipping and his secret threatening to reveal itself at every turn.

‣ Warnings: angst (with a happy ending), slow burn, brief examples of suicidal/homicidal ideation, lots of swearing, Reader gets hurt but is alright, insecure/self-deprecating talk, Touya pining for Reader HARD, Toga being an annoying younger sibling to Touya

‣ Word Count: 11,018

‣ A/N: Finally got fed up thinking about it and decided to write it. Yay! Could've split this into multiple parts with how long it is, but I'm nice, so I won't do that to you guys (I really don't wanna format more posts than I need to heh). Would love to hear your thoughts on it!

***I imagined Touya wearing this as his disguise lol.

(Part 1 here)

Touya was way in over his head.

When he had agreed to Toga’s stupid blackmail proposition, he had hoped that she’d quickly forget about it, find something else that suited her fancy and leave him the hell alone.

It had been days, and her persistent, knowing looks and teasing chatter about you showed no signs of stopping anytime soon.

Oh, she was really set on this.

He should’ve known.

“We need two people to follow the suspect and gain more intel. Based on what Y/N gathered from their previous stakeout, it appears highly likely that he is working for both sides,” Shigaraki explained to the League members, scattered around the room.

Red eyes landing on you between the fingers of the mask covering his face, he continued his speech. “Y/N, you will be assigned as one of the members for this mission. As for the second-”

“Ooh!”

Toga had her hand raised high, almost falling out of her seat as she tried to get Shigaraki to notice her.

He sighed. “Yes, Toga. I already picked you to be the second.”

“Actually, Tomura, I-I mean, Mr. Boss, I was going to suggest that Dabi be the second member for this mission,” Toga spoke sweetly, obviously hoping to sway the decision of the shaggy-haired leader.

Touya narrowed his eyes at Toga, but didn’t bother opening his mouth to object. Even if Shigaraki didn’t pick him, he was going to personally threaten persuade him into allowing him to go with you instead. After last time, he wasn’t letting you go without his protection.

Shigaraki’s eyes mimicked Touya’s, a mixture of curiosity and suspicion within his gaze. “Why?”

Toga shrugged. “Just ‘cause…well, I don’t think I’m a good fit for the job. Dabi would be better, in this case.”

“What are we? Chopped liver?” Twice scoffed.

Toga waved her hands around in defense. “Nooo! I just think Dabi and Y/N make a good team. Wouldn’t you all agree?”

Mr. Compress nodded. “They do work well together.”

“That’s true! Like that one time they defeated that rogue Nomu together!” Spinner added.

“Oh yeah! I thought we were all gonna die!” Twice put his hands on his face dramatically as he recalled the ordeal.

Toga smiled, looking back to Shigaraki. “Exactly! That’s why Dabi should join Y/N on this mission, Mr. Leader Boss!”

Fucking kiss ass...

Shigaraki rolled his eyes. “What makes you think extra crispy over there is a better fit for a stealth job, hm? He stands out like a sore thumb.”

Touya clenched his fists tightly, glaring daggers at him.

Fucking asshole...

“Don’t worry! I can sort out a good disguise for him!” Toga assured, a confident smile on her face.

Clearly over the entire conversation, Shigaraki grumbled to himself before letting out an exasperated sigh.

“Fine. But you better not fuck this up,” he said, pointing to both Toga and Touya.

Touya was almost annoyed he didn’t point at you too. Then again, he would’ve sooner burnt the crusty leader’s hand to ashes before it ever pointed your way to begin with.

He looked at you to gauge your reaction about him being your partner for the mission. You looked back at him and smiled, sending a surprising wave of relief through his body.

“Looks like you’re getting your wish this time,” you teased.

Touya half-chuckled. “Yeah, lucky me.”

“We do make a good team, though, don’t we?” you asked, looking at him with a familiar, yet all too foreign, softness in your eyes.

Unlike him, you didn’t try so hard to hide every ounce of emotion you felt. You were openly kind and compassionate towards those you cared about; always there for the other members of the League when they needed it. He admired that about you. And yet, he always found himself so confused to be on the receiving end of your kindness.

Why waste your kindness on someone like him?

If anything, you were a fool for doing so. Unbeknownst to you, every time you offered your sweet kindness to him, he only grew to crave it more, to crave you more.

In a way, his feelings for you were all your fault. If you had never spared him that warm smile when you two had met, if you had never gifted his ears with the sound of your adorable laughter when he had said something funny around you for the first time, if you had never placed a gentle hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him after a bad day, if you had never shown such concern for him when he was hurt, if you had never looked at him with that sweet look in your eyes…

If you weren’t still looking at him like that…

…maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t be so fucking obsessed with you, fighting for his goddamn life to remember how to breathe under the weight of your beautiful gaze.

It was pathetic, honestly. He knew it, yet he couldn’t make it stop.

All your fault.

“Yeah…I guess we do.” He nodded, doing his best to appear nonchalant, hiding the fact that internally he wanted to scream at you and kiss you at the same time.

All the while, he could feel the looming gaze of the young blonde behind him, her little giggle ringing in his ears—a taunting reminder of her secret plans and the fact that Touya still hadn’t found a way to put a stop to them before she pushed things too far.

Yeah. He was definitely in over his head.

“Change of plans. You’re gonna be their boyfriend!”

Touya stared at the young girl before him with a bewildered look on his face.

“Uhh…wasn’t that already implied when you said you wanted to 'help', or whatever?”

Toga groaned dramatically. “For the mission, dummy! You’re gonna be their fake boyfriend. And if you’re lucky, and you listen to every word I say, by the end of it, you’ll be their real boyfriend!”

Now it was Touya’s turn to groan.

It was too early for this shit. And by “early”, it was 2pm. His sleeping habits had started to resemble a nocturnal creature’s many years ago, and he never bothered to change it. Being up at night was better anyway, as he could more easily hide in the shadows and conduct his business, out of sight from those who may easily recognize him.

However, this mission required him to be up earlier than usual. Earlier than he really needed to be, but Toga insisted on having extra time to get his disguise all sorted out. She had been working on it for the past week, finding the right pieces for him. He had to keep her on a tight leash, otherwise he’d be clad in colorful clothes, a wig, and blingy accessories, as she had previously suggested to him before he quickly shut it down.

But of course, she always managed to find a loophole to appease her whims.

Unbeknownst to him, Toga had a vial of his blood laying around that she’d greedily stole from him the last time he was bleeding out after being injured. He was so out of it at the time, he didn’t even realize.

Apparently, she saw this as the most opportune time to use it.

He was mortified upon waking to find teasing messages from members of the League and pictures of Toga posing as him in a bunch of ridiculous outfits being used as memes in the group chat.

The group chat you were a part of.

To say he wasn’t happy with the little brat that week was an understatement.

By the end of it, he was nearly out of breath from saying so much at once, and she was smirking.

He was so livid and embarrassed, he waited for her arrival back home, only to pull her aside and berate her for it, ignoring her attempts to apologize and play innocent. He told her that it was a huge invasion of privacy and that she was sabotaging any chance of her stupid plans coming to fruition by sending embarrassing pictures like that and that you would probably never be able to look at him the same again and that she better drop the whole “matchmaker” act, because now he was absolutely certain he would never confess his feelings for you, because there was no way in hell you would ever feel the same, especially after seeing him like that!

Why the fuck was she smirking?

His heart nearly sank to his feet when he realized you had walked into the room.

Fuck.

Touya cringed thinking back to it. It had been three days, and he hadn’t spoken to, nor seen you at all. He still wasn’t even sure if you’d heard anything. You seemed to look away quickly and acted as if you didn’t just walk in on him angrily admitting his feelings for you to Toga, but how was he to know you weren’t just pretending not to have overheard?

In the moment, Touya didn’t bother to press for answers. He was out of there faster than anyone else could blink, but not before sending Toga a sharp glare, a silent warning not to speak a damn word to you, or she’d be next on his hit list.

Now, as he sat in an uncomfortable chair, suited up in his disguise, he grumbled at Toga’s hands in his hair. He gave up trying to swat her hands away after the third time of her smacking his hands in return and threatening to burn him with the curling iron if he didn’t stop. He made some snarky comment about his scars and how if she was gonna threaten him, she’d have to do better than that.

Just the mention of her spilling his secret to you was enough to shut him up real quick, his jaw clenching tightly as he huffed in frustration.

It wasn’t until a few minutes had passed that he felt it safe enough to continue his snarky attitude.

"This is stupid," he muttered.

"No, it's perfect! This is your chance to make a move!"

"The hell are you talking about? You really think that me pretending to be their boyfriend is gonna somehow make me their real boyfriend? This is just a job to them. They'll see everything I do as acting, that’s it."

"UGHHH! Haven't you ever seen a romance movie before?!" Toga exclaimed, waving the curling wand in the air dramatically as she spoke.

She didn't bother to leave room for him to respond, already knowing the answer.

"This is the part where you woo them by showing them what it'd be like to be in a relationship with you! They'll suddenly look at you differently afterwards and from there, the love will only grow bigger until you both can't take it anymore and then you'll finally makeout and live happily ever after!"

Touya rolled his eyes. "First of all, stop wavin’ that shit around unless you wanna end up lookin’ like me. Second of all, I don't know why I'm taking romantic advice from a naïve kid.."

Toga scoffed in offense. "You think I'm naïve, huh?"

"Yep," Touya responded, popping the "p" for extra emphasis.

A deep frown overtook Toga's features, huffing at him angrily as she pointed the curling wand at him. Touya remained unmoved, a deadpan look on his face.

"I am not! You're the one who knows absolutely nothing about love!"

A dry chuckle escaped Touya’s mouth, though his face remained mostly impassive.

"I may not know much about love, but I do know it's not all sunshine and rainbows and happily ever after's like you very obviously think it is. Sometimes people love people who’ll never love them back. And sometimes people love people, but that doesn't mean they should be in a relationship! Especially if it'll only ruin the life of the person they love."

The room went silent for a moment as Toga lowered the curling wand, her face softening.

"You really think that way about yourself? That's sad."

"Tsk...My whole existence is sad. Pathetic, really." Touya moved his eyes down to focus on the ground beneath his feet, suddenly feeling uncomfortably vulnerable under her gaze.

He was struggling to keep up his tough, detached façade. Even his self-deprecating jokes weren’t landing right.

All because of the thought of never getting to have you the way he longed so deeply for, to feel the love he'd always secretly wished to experience. It wasn’t something he could easily brush off with an indifferent shrug or a stupid joke. It was just depressing.

All your fault.

"Hey! Don't talk about my big brother like that!"

Touya's eyes went wide as they snapped up to meet Toga’s, who stood firm with one hand on her hip and a pout on her face, the other hand pointing the curling wand at him once more, this time in a scolding manner.

"Maybe you don't think of me as your little sister, but I think of you as my brother. I don't like it when the people I love say mean things about themselves. Especially when it's not even true!"

Touya was shocked into silence, which urged her to continue to speak.

"The only reason why I wanna help you so bad is because you're family and I want you to be happy. You deserve to be happy, Dabi. And I know you'd be great in a relationship because you're an amazing person! You're so tough and brave and you always protect us and you let me sit with you when I'm sad or when I have nightmares and you always make me feel better with your messed up jokes, and you're very considerate of the people close to you, even when you act like you could care less!"

She paused to take a breath, her passion getting the best of her.

"You're just...really cool, and I look up to you a lot. So I know you'd make Y/N happy too, and I bet they totally love you back! And even if they don’t…then it’s their loss!"

Touya remained silent, unsure of what to say. For once, he didn’t have a witty or even snarky response in return. He was filled with emotions he couldn’t fully make sense of or translate into words, even if he wanted to. Even if he should have said something.

Thankfully, Toga knew him well enough to know when to press for a response and when to move on. This time, it was the latter.

"Hm...you know, I think this look definitely needs some glasses," she said, stepping back to scan him up and down.

Touya let out a small huff of laughter, a fond smile tugging at his lips.

"You already curled my hair or whatever and now you wanna put me in glasses? What are you tryna to do? Reverse 'Princess Diaries' me?"

"First of all, they are beach waves. They’re super in style right now and—Wait...Did you just—"

"I've seen some romance movies." Touya shrugged, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

Toga let out a laugh that sounded more like a pig squealing. She seemed to be way too excited over this, and Touya couldn’t help the chuckle that rumbled in his chest as he watched her.

Once she managed to get ahold of herself, she spoke again.

"Since when do you, big scary Dabi, watch movies like that?!"

"Since when I wasn't big scary Dabi. I dunno, haven't seen that shit in years." He shrugged again, trying to bury the memories that began to bubble up to the surface.

Toga understood what he meant and grew a little quiet along with him as she finished up the final pieces of his hair and fixed the collar of his coat once more.

"I meant sunglasses, dummy. Since you won't let me use makeup to cover up your scars."

A cringe overtook Touya’s features. "I don't want that cakey shit on my face. Besides, I doubt you'd be able to cover all this up."

Toga shook her head with a sigh. "You underestimate my skills. Also, hate to break it to you, but 'Princess Diaries' isn't technically a romance movie."

Touya was taken aback. "The fuck? Yes it is."

Toga giggled. "Nope. It's like a total side plot. Cute of you think that, though."

Touya’s eyes narrowed at the blonde, who simply stuck her tongue out at him in return, handing him a black face mask, that which he quickly snatched from her.

"Don't patronize me, brat. You're younger than me, remember?"

"I may be younger, but I'm clearly smarter,” she said, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

Touya glared at her, yet he could barely contain the amused smile that tugged at the corner of his lips behind the mask that now covered the lower half of his face. He opened his mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by the sound of footsteps entering the room.

Turning his head, he almost choked on his spit when he saw you, stood there in a pretty wig, the color of which matched his Blueflame almost perfectly, and artificial black horns curling out of the sides of your head. His eyes trailed lower, admiring every detail of your casual civilian outfit that suited you so well. Your face was covered with a black face mask, similar to his, but he could tell you were smiling underneath it by the way your eyes crinkled—a mixture of amusement and embarrassment at his reaction.

He was gawking like a fool. Thank fuck he had a mask over his mouth, otherwise he'd be even more embarrassed by the way his jaw hung slightly open as his eyes scanned over your perfect form. He turned to Toga, his hand outstretched.

"Gimme those glasses."

As he put them on, Toga began speaking, a smirk on her face. "Wow, Y/N, you look smokin' hot! Don't you think, Dabi?"

He rolled his eyes, clearing his throat before speaking. "Mhm, sure, I guess."

"Is that how you're gonna speak to your romantic partner? Come on, you can do better than that!" The younger girl nudged him with her elbow, staring at him expectantly.

He glanced at you, surprised to find you crossing your arms at him as well.

Between the two of you, he was doomed to never catch a break.

"Fuck, okay...You look...hot, or beautiful, or whatever. The blue suits you," he muttered, his face flushing as he tried to get the words out.

Toga patted him on the arm approvingly. "See? Was that so hard?"

Touya ignored her, his eyes glued on you and the way you looked back at him with your eyes crinkled up into somewhat of a flustered smile, a small giggle leaving your lips.

Goddammit. Could you stop being so fucking cute for one second? Give a man a break!

"Thanks, Dabi. Not to say you don't look good as well, but not gonna lie...somehow you look even more suspicious in that coat than without it,” you spoke teasingly, your eyes raking up and down his figure, making him suddenly feel way too hot in those clothes.

Toga spoke up before he could get a word out in response, waving her hands around as she spoke.

"I tried my best, okay?! This guy is not only very hard to properly disguise, but he's also stubborn as hell!"

You chuckled, placing a hand on Toga’s shoulder to get her to settle down.

"It's okay. You did great."

Turning back to Touya, you glanced at Toga’s work once more, before reaching a hand out towards his hair, causing every muscle in his body to freeze as you ran your fingers through it. The gentleness of your touch was so unfamiliar to him, yet he knew right away he could never get enough of it. He had to stop his eyes from fluttering closed in response to the intimate contact, instead focusing on your face that was much closer to him than usual, suddenly wishing he wasn't wearing the sunglasses so that he could truly admire the details and colors of your skin and eyes and the way the blue hair framed your features.

"I like your hair like this. It's nice." The soft tone of your voice somehow made the moment feel even more intimate.

Touya could feel his body temperature increasing. He hoped you couldn't feel it radiating off of him.

He swallowed hard, trying to make his voice sound nonchalant, despite the racing beat of his heart. "Thanks."

Just as quickly as you had initiated the contact, you pulled away, leaving him nearly whimpering at the lack of your touch. He stifled his response and by the time he had collected himself, you were already by the door, looking over your shoulder at him.

"You coming, boyfriend?" you asked, a teasing tone lacing your words.

He was fucked. What the hell had he gotten himself into?

"Y-Yeah." He cleared his throat. "Yep. Let's go."

He followed you out the door, stopping before it shut to glance back at the giddy girl looking after the two of them with a toothy smile. Any annoyance he felt towards her melted at the sight of her happy face.

Dammit. He really was getting soft, huh?

"See ya later, brat," was all he said before he finally let the door shut behind him.

The two of you had been following the suspect around all day, having gained little to nothing from it so far. He had been going about his business around town, while the two of you tried to appear like a normal couple, spending the day together, while still mostly staying out of sight from him. From your last mission, you had gathered information that put this guy at the top of the suspect list for being the mole that had been responsible for the sabotaging of many of the League’s planned attacks, forcing your leader to shut down any current and future plans until the mole was found and rid of.

You were told not to come back unless the two of you had successfully gathered the incriminating evidence needed, and you had the mole in your possession.

At this rate, it seemed like the two of you were never going to come back.

On second thought, Touya wouldn’t mind that one bit. The idea of spending the rest of your lives together, under the obligation of some stupid mission you were assigned years ago, made him smile to himself. At what point would it turn from “just a mission”, to something more?

If he really was lucky, as Toga suggested before, then this stupid mole would go underground, leaving the two of you to continue searching for him forever.

Forever. Just the two of you.

“What’s got you smiling so big?”

Touya snapped back to reality, locking in on your curious, but teasing eyes.

You were huddled against him as you both leaned against the cement wall of a random building, hugging his arm against your chest—the cold air apparently being the reason for your doing so. Your chin was propped up against his shoulder, glancing up at him with those gorgeous fucking eyes. Even behind the mask over your mouth, he could see you smiling clear as day.

He suddenly felt weak in the knees.

All day you’d been touchier towards him, and it was driving him insane. Of course, it was part of the job, but damn was it hard not to grab you and kiss you when you were so close to him.

So goddamn close, he was sure the scent of your perfume had attached itself to him too. So close, he could feel your breath at times, tickling his skin when you leaned in to whisper something to him. So close, he could see miniscule blemishes and features on you that he hadn’t noticed before.

His strength was wavering, as was the invisible mask he usually wore so well.

Unfortunately, the real mask he was wearing was doing little to hide his embarrassing moment of weakness from your observant gaze. Or, perhaps the lack of sunglasses over his eyes were to blame as well. He had taken those off a while ago, due to very few people being around.

And the fact that he was sick of them preventing him from being able to truly look at you.

Clearing his throat and straightening his spine, he wiped away his smile and shook his head.

“Nothing.”

As if you were going to let him off that easily. He knew that, but he was physically incapable of saying anything else in the moment, especially not when you gripped his arm tighter as the wind blew past the two of you, tugging him close enough that he could feel the rise and fall of your chest against his arm.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah.”

There was a brief pause before you spoke again, standing on the tips of your toes as you drew yourself closer to his face, a playful smile on your own.

“I bet you were thinking of me, huh?”

Touya couldn’t help that he grew tense over what you said, but it only encouraged you to continue.

“Ha! Look at you, stiff as a board. How cute,” you teased. “I bet you enjoy pretending to be my boyfriend, huh?”

Damn right he did.

Touya scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Don’t get so cocky, now. That’s my job.”

You hummed. “And yet, I don’t see much of that cockiness right now. Looks like we switched roles, didn’t we, hot stuff?”

“You’re insufferable,” he muttered, shoving his hands deeper into the jacket of his coat and staring straight ahead near the shop where your target was expected to exit from at any moment.

He was dying inside. You were going to be the death of him.

You gasped, pointing at him. “See? That’s my line!”

He couldn’t help but join in on your laughter, shaking his head as you giggled into his arm.

Although he was desperately seeking an excuse to flee the current conversation, he simultaneously found himself disappointed when he spotted the familiar figure leaving the small convenience store with a bag in hand.

At once, he grew serious, honing in on the man, who took a quick scan of his surroundings as he continued to walk down the street opposite of the two of you.

Touya nodded his head in the direction of him. “He’s on the move.”

Placing a hand on your waist, he guided you to walk with him, lingering behind a ways back so as not to arise attention or suspicion from the man.

Touya felt your fingers graze against his palm before they laced themselves between his.

His breath hitched in his throat.

It was so much harder to focus when all he could think about in the moment was the soft feeling of your hand and how it seemed to fit in his perfectly.

Almost like you were made for him.

The two of you walked along for a while, taking some twists and turns, until you were eventually headed down a path towards an area Touya was quite familiar with.

His hold on your hand grew firmer, pulling you slightly closer to his side as he leaned in to speak to you.

“This place is trouble. Stay close to me.”

You nodded and wrapped your other hand around his bicep, a smirk tugging at his lips beneath his mask at the way you so willingly clung to him.

After a few more blocks, it became more obvious what Touya had meant. It was a severely neglected part of the city, a hot spot for criminal activity and overall shady business. Touya recalled once arguing with Shigaraki about never sending you to this area, at least not alone. He had heard too many stories and experienced many things himself in the area that just the thought of you stepping foot there sent a shiver down his spine.

Unfortunately, he didn’t get a say now. You would never agree to being left behind while he went alone. You were too stubborn for that.

He put all his focus into keeping an eye out for any danger that may be lurking around the corner, growing tense as he prepared himself for anything that might happen.

You seemed to respond to his shift in energy by holding onto him just a little tighter. This small action only spurred on his protective nature even more, determined to keep you safe from any harm.

A few more minutes of walking and the man suddenly came to a stop, making an abrupt turn into a small coffee shop. You and Touya stopped at the end of the block, staring at the shop he had just entered with bewildered faces.

“Coffee? Here? Didn’t we pass up like three other shops on the way here, in much safer areas?” you asked, looking at Touya.

He nodded. “There’s no way the coffee is that worth it.”

You were both silent for a while, hidden behind a corner as you watched the man order his drink and proceed to sit at one of the indoor tables near the window that served as a wall between the indoor seating area and the small, empty outdoor seating area.

Chewing on your lower lip, you hummed. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to find out for ourselves, huh?”

“Tsk. Fine.”

Touya took a step forward, but you stopped him, pulling him back by your connected hands and placing a firm hand on his chest. He looked at you with furrowed brows.

“I don’t think you should go in. Walking outside on a cold day looking like that is one thing, but entering a coffee shop looking like that will only draw suspicion. Especially the whole sunglasses indoors thing,” you said, motioning to his outfit. “I’ll go in and order and you can pick one of the outdoor tables for us to sit at. I don’t think he’s really seen us yet today, so he probably won’t even pay any attention to us.”

This time, you tried to take a step forward, only to quickly be drawn back, Touya’s arm snaking around your waist so you didn’t stumble.

“Ha. Very funny,” he muttered dryly.

“What? It’s a good plan!”

“Wrong. It’s a shit plan. In fact, it’s hilarious you think I’d let you go off anywhere on your own in this place.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, a frustrated huff causing your nostrils to flare.

How cute.

“I can handle myself, you know? How do you think I managed to get into the League, huh? Why do you think Shigaraki always sends me on missions like these?”

Touya pretended to be deep in thought. “Hm. Good questions. I think the answer to both is ‘’cause you’re pretty’.”

You gasped in offense, stepping back from him. “That is not true!”

Touya half-chuckled. “You think my eyes are lyin’ or somethin’?”

A frustrated growl left you as you yanked your hand out of his, trying to keep your voice contained as you spoke. “I am not just my looks! I have real skills, and I’ve made it this far without you, boyfriend, so I think I can order a damn coffee by myself!”

With that, you spun around and began storming towards the coffee shop, ignoring the fact that Touya was following behind you in stride, hands in his pockets as if he was unaffected by your sudden outburst.

Inside there were very few people and no line. You didn’t even spare a side glance at the man you’d been following all day, too angry to do anything but step up to the front counter and spill out some random order from the very small menu to the guy running the register. The other worker sat on a stack of boxes near the entrance to the back room, scrolling on their phone, but quickly sighed and got to work once they heard your order.

It was hard not to notice the gun poking out of the back of his jeans, just below where his apron tied around his waist.

“Can I get you anything, sir?” the cashier asked, the words lacking emotion, as if rehearsed to death.

You rolled your eyes as Touya’s presence loomed over you.

“Black coffee. Hot.”

Touya could tell you weren’t really paying attention to anything that was said at this point, still running over the words that were spoken earlier between the two of you in your mind as you reached for the wallet inside the little bag Toga lent you.

Touya was faster, handing the cashier the money before you could finish sifting through your wallet.

Your head snapped up, followed by a sharp inhale as you processed what he had done, before sending a glare his way and storming off to sit at one of the outdoor tables.

Now he was starting to regret being an asshole earlier. Just a little.

He still couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at his lips as he looked back at where you had run off to.

You were just so adorable when you were so worked up.

Pretty hot too.

You’d kill him if you could observe the thoughts than ran through his head.

“Trouble in paradise, huh?”

The cashier’s voice rang out in his head, interrupting his train of thought. He felt a twinge of annoyance as he turned to look at the guy, but ultimately let out a small huff of laughter, his eyes finding you again as he spoke.

“Yeah…Somethin’ like that.”

Touya was right. The coffee definitely wasn’t worth it.

Yet, the two of you continued to sip away at your drinks as if you couldn’t get enough of it, suddenly very interested in the trash blowing in the wind and the car alarm going off a few blocks away. You occasionally flicked your eyes to the man through the window, who seemed entirely uninterested, or possibly even unaware of your existence.

The last time Touya tried to speak, you snapped at him to “shut up”. At this point, he was running thin on patience.

"I was kidding, you know. You're a lot more than your looks. I didn’t expect you to take it so seriously."

“Of course I did. It came from you,” you blurted back, your tone full of bite, but your words revealing the hurt underneath. You let out an exasperated sigh as you pulled your mask down to take another sip of your drink.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know…It doesn’t matter,” you mumbled, picking at the edge of the cardboard sleeve over your cup.

An annoyed sigh fell past Touya’s lips. He reached over and placed his hand over yours, gently pulling it away from your cup so he could grasp it properly. Your eyes met his as he spoke.

“It matters to me. So spill it.”

He watched as the walls you built crumbled away, feeling you relax slightly under his touch.

“I just…I care about what you think. I respect you a lot and…I hate the idea of you thinking of me as only being valuable for my looks,” you explained, your eyes disconnected from his, but your grip on his hand growing slightly tighter, almost as if subconsciously seeking his comfort.

He tried and immediately failed at letting his ego run wild with this.

You were holding his hand. Seeking out his comfort. You cared about him and what he thinks.

Fuck. He needed to focus.

Touya scoffed. “Are you kidding me? Fuck…Yes, you’re goddamn gorgeous, I’d never lie about that, but I’ve never once thought of that as your sole defining quality. I mean, you’re badass as fuck, and I know I haven't really said it out loud before, but I really respect and admire you and your skills, and who you are as a person, and whatever. You’re just…really amazing.”

Your eyes crinkled slightly, your cheekbones rising on your face.

“Don’t listen to me, okay? I mean—yes, listen to me, but don’t listen to me when I’m being a dumb asshole, ‘cause I never really mean that shit. I just have a tendency to push people’s buttons,” he continued.

“On purpose. ‘Cause you like riling people up,” you added.

He chuckled, but remained serious as he spoke. “Yeah, but it’s different with you. As much as I like seeing you riled up, I don’t like it when you’re really hurt by what I say, so if I ever say some dumb shit again, you better call me out on it.”

“You know I will,” you laughed.

He joined your laughter, now feeling a weight off his chest as he looked at you fondly. “Good. I need someone to keep me in line.”

“Oh? And you’re electing me for the job?”

Finally, the two of you were back to your regular banter. Touya felt airy and happy once again as he smiled at you.

“You far exceed the requirements. Couldn’t think of a better person for the job.”

A delighted gasp entered your lungs. You placed a hand on your chest in a playful show of pride. “Wow. I’m honored.”

Touya couldn’t help but feel his face flush a little at the implications of your conversation. If only you meant it in the way he did…

He deflated a bit, but tried to hide it by placing his lips on the rim of the gross coffee that he regretted buying more with every little sip.

Silence dragged on for a while, both of you eyeing the man who still hadn’t moved from his spot in the coffee shop. He had bought himself a newspaper and some chips from the small convenience store earlier, seemingly reading every inch of the paper diligently.

At this rate, the two of you would be stuck in the damn cold outside of this coffee shop for hours. He was growing more aware of every chill that passed through you, and it made him grit his teeth, about to rip off the stupid jacket he was wearing and pass it over to you at any moment. But you’d inevitably decline, making some worried comment about how he might get recognized.

Stupid scars.

Finally, you broke the silence.

"Soo...those pictures…"

And just like that, he wished you hadn't. Was this your way of punishing him for earlier?

Touya's mouth suddenly felt dry, his hands becoming clammy as he braced himself for the rest of what you were about to say.

"You looked pretty good in the blue jacket. Kinda bummed she didn't pick that one for you."

He let out a small breath of relief, but tensed up once more when you opened your mouth to speak again.

"Not cool of her to do that, though. I'm assuming you scolded her well enough, based on the other night. Sorry for walking in on you, by the way. I didn't reali—"

"You heard what I said?"

Touya could feel his heart beating out of his chest. The fear and embarrassment of you finding out like that was enough to make him want to run out into oncoming traffic and let death finally take him.

He eyed the nearby street, mentally begging for a car to come speeding through.

"Not really. You just seemed upset, is all. Rightfully so, if you ask me."

And just like that, he no longer wished to die. Maybe life was worth living, after all?

Touya shrugged. "Yeah, I was. But she's just a kid, you know? No parents or whatever to guide her, just us pack of freaks. She's bound to make stupid mistakes," he explained, his dry laugh manifesting as a transparent cloud amongst the cold air. "Shit, I've done way worse. Guess I don't have much room to judge."

Your warm, visible smile set his nerves at ease. He latched his focus onto it as you took another sip of your drink before glancing back at him with a look that felt genuine and kind and made him feel...safe?

"You're a good big brother, you know?"

"Oh god, don't tell me you see me as that too?" Touya blurted with a groan of distaste.

You smirked. "Would that be a bad thing?"

Fuck. You're fucking kidding, right? What the hell was he supposed to say to that?

"Yes, that'd be the worst possible thing, even worse than being friend-zoned, because that means I stand even less of a chance than I have secretly begun to hope that I have, all because I've been letting that little brat get into my head lately, and fuck, of course this would happen to me, I'm an idiot to think that you'd ever love me back, what am I even doing—"

"Uh, no. That's...fine. Whatever," he said quietly, suddenly shutting down as he looked at his coffee.

Your breathy giggle is what caused him to glance up at you, only to find you covering your mouth like you were amused by some joke he wasn't in on. Or, perhaps, a joke that he was the butt of.

"I don't think it'd be appropriate to view my boyfriend as a brotherly figure, would it?"

God, he wished you weren't joking, that you really meant it, that none of this was pretend.

His teeth clashed together as he forced out a huff of laughter through his nose.

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

And just like that, he couldn’t wait until all of this was over.

Finally…

Touya watched closely as the man stood to leave after receiving a phone call. Reading the man’s lips during the brief call failed to provide him with any valuable information. Regardless, the two of you were going to find out what he was up to…

one way or another.

Was Touya considering simply cornering the man and placing a hand around his neck, increasing the temperature in his palm until he finally talked? Maybe toss him around, leave a few serious burns, if option one didn't do the trick?

Yes. In fact, he’d argue his methods were far more effective.

But you wouldn’t approve, and neither would Shigaraki—in this case, at least.

As far as Touya was concerned...

This was a waste of fucking time.

The sound of your shoes making contact with the pavement was the only sound he could hear in the quiet area that the man had lead you to. Daylight was beginning to fade as the sun set against the horizon, causing the regular bustle of this side of the city to settle—for now. Touya knew better than anyone that the cover of night was a criminal's best friend. It was only a matter of time before the more dangerous kinds of creatures began to roam these very streets.

You both slowed down a bit, making more of an effort to remain quiet and undetected.

Touya couldn’t help but think of this guy as an idiot for not paying more attention to his surroundings. For what he was suspected of, you’d think he’d be a little more careful.

That, or you and Touya were just too good at your job.

Glancing at you, he took note of your focused gaze, and the fact that you weren’t touching him anymore.

He knew it was his fault for shutting down earlier. You seemed to sense this and backed off from the whole “couple” act. Despite the fact that it was his fault and you were simply trying to respect his unspoken boundaries, he couldn’t help but feel frustrated at you for it. Had he really grown so greedy and entitled to your touch and affection—albeit not genuine—in the span of a day?

All he knew was that his hand felt empty without your fingers laced between his, and that pissed him off.

How dare you give him a taste of this, with every intention to rip it all away from him after the mission was completed. How dare you toy with him like this, making him want you even more than he thought possible.

All your fucking fault.

And partly Toga's too. But he wasn't thinking about her at the moment.

Only you. Always you.

The target stopped before the back door of what looked to be an abandoned warehouse, causing you both to come to a halt. Touya pulled you around the corner the moment the man turned his head to glance around, checking for any observers.

Your back was pressed against his chest, his arm wrapped around your front as he kept his back flush against the brick wall. He didn’t hold himself back from indulging in the moment, breathing in your shampoo and perfume as your warmth and the distinct scent of you permeated through him, making his head feel fuzzy.

Maybe he was imagining things, but he could’ve sworn you leaned back into him, almost as if savoring the fleeting moment as much as he was.

No. He was definitely imagining things.

Once the two of you were sure the coast was clear, you snuck your way over to the abandoned building, checking for any windows that could be used to take a look on the inside.

“Over here!”

Touya turned his head, quickly following your hushed voice to where you stood, a window just above you and a pile of old wooden boards and boxes below it.

He smirked to himself as you struggled to climb on top of it before walking over to you and hoisting you up onto the platform without a word. You gave him a nod as a “thanks” and immediately turned to the window, standing on your toes to peek through the bottom of it.

“He’s meeting with someone. A man in a black suit, but he’s wearing a balaclava,” you whispered, detailing what you were seeing.

“They’re talking…Oh! The man just grabbed a briefcase from behind the box around the corner!”

“Let me guess. It’s filled with money,” Touya muttered flatly, leaning against the wall beside you.

“Yep.”

Touya scoffed, crossing his arms. “Let’s just bust in there already. We have the evidence we nee—”

“Oh shit! Oh fuck!” you whisper-yelled, voice laden with panic and surprise.

“What?!” Touya asked, only to be completely ignored as you leapt off the platform and began running as fast as you could around the corner, headed straight towards the door you saw the man enter through.

Shit.

Touya raced after you, suddenly understanding why you had run as he saw the man in the suit and balaclava bolting down the street a hundred feet ahead of you with the briefcase in hand.

“Y/N! Fall back!” Touya yelled, urging his legs to move faster so he could catch up to you, the cold air prickling his hot skin and blowing back his hair as his hood flew off his head.

The man turned his head, unwavering in his pace, as he reached his hand out behind him and out came a bunch of small blades, whizzing like bullets in your direction. You stumbled backwards, attempting to dodge the blades, and fell hard, hitting the back of your head against the pavement.

Touya’s heart stopped, his stomach dropping between his racing feet as a wave of dread sprawled from his chest to his head, making his ears ring.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!

Not you. Please not you.

Why didn’t he stop you earlier from running? Why wasn’t he faster?

This was all his fault.

It felt like years before he finally reached you, falling to his knees before you, his chest heaving, burning, aching for you.

You were out cold, unresponsive to his hands on you, trying to shake you awake as he scanned you for any serious injuries from the blades.

He would’ve been relieved to find that the blades managed to miss you, besides a few nicks on the surface of your skin, but all he could think about was the fact that you still weren’t waking up.

“Y/N! Wake the fuck up!” he cried out through clenched teeth, trying and failing to keep the panicked tears from welling up in his eyes.

Nothing came from you. No warm smile. No adorable laughter. No gentle touches. No sweet look in your eyes. No teasing remark.

And just like that, he felt like burning the whole world to ash and taking himself down with it.

“Fuck!” he yelled, yanking the mask off his face.

He checked your pulse, but it seemed slower than it should've been.

Or maybe he was simply too out of it to count properly.

Tears fell freely down his cheeks, the intensity of his emotions putting a strain on the staples around his mouth and eyes, causing pain to radiate throughout his face.

But he could barely feel it over the pain he felt in his chest, like his heart was being slowly torn to shreds, bit by bit.

With shaky hands, he pulled out his phone, struggling to find Kurogiri’s contact.

Why the fuck did he never bother to put his number on speed dial?

What the hell was he thinking?

This was all his fault.

Before he could press “call”, he heard a small groan come out of you, his eyes snapping up to you as you scrunched your face slightly in discomfort, your eyes beginning to flutter.

“Fuck. Y/N!”

His phone fell to the pavement as his hands instinctually moved to cradle your face, his touch mimicking the gentleness of your own towards him earlier that day. Every ounce of his being craved you, desperate and pleading for any reminder that you were still with him, that you wouldn't leave him. He was absorbing every micro-expression, movement, sound, and breath coming from you, as if it were the life force that fueled him.

When you finally opened your eyes, he felt like he could breathe again.

“D-Dabi?” you mumbled, your voice a little hoarse.

“Shh, it’s okay. I’ve got you,” he whispered, not even bothering to hide the look of pure softness and love in his eyes as he gently grazed his shaky thumbs over your soft cheeks, wiping away the tears of his that fell like droplets of rain onto your skin.

He was filled with an overwhelming sense of relief and gratitude. Nothing else mattered to him in this moment but you.

Your eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips, which remained mere inches from yours, a shaky breath entering your lungs that Touya didn’t miss, snapping him back to reality for a moment.

His eyes were intense with worry and panic as he spoke.

“Are you okay? Are you hurting? How’s your head?”

“Kiss me,” you whispered, quickly causing him to grow quiet.

Touya froze, a blank stare on his face as he tried to process what you had said.

“Huh?”

“Please. Kiss me,” you repeated, your voice soft.

Touya wanted to scoff, but he didn’t have it in him. Clearly, you had a concussion and were talking nonsense.

He scanned your face, your eyes pleading and desperate.

For him.

Who was he to deny you at such a distressing time?

Letting go of any remaining inhibitions, he closed the gap between the two of you, pressing his lips against yours tenderly. Pouring all his feelings into the kiss, he internally melted at the feeling of your lips and the way they moved against his just as fervently.

Forcing himself to pull away, he opened his eyes to meet yours again, noticing the small, warm smile that pulled at your lips.

And just like that, everything was right in his world again.

Well...almost.

He needed to get you somewhere safe, where he could take care of you and make sure no harm ever came your way again.

“C’mon, sweetheart. Let’s get you home,” he said, grabbing his phone before helping you sit up.

You leaned your head against his chest weakly.

“You’re such a good boyfriend,” you mumbled, slurring your words.

Touya let out the smallest huff of laughter. “Yeah…We’ll see what you think when you come outta this hazy state.”

Pressing his phone to his ear, he waited for his cue before speaking.

“Kurogiri. Sent the address. Come get us. Y/N’s hurt.”

“What about ‘don’t fuck this up’ do you not understand?” Shigaraki snarled at Touya, who merely rolled his eyes at him, focusing on his job of carrying your tray of food to your room.

“You got your stupid mole-”

“Yeah, half dead! He’s still in a fucking coma! We’re no closer to finding out who he was working for! He’s just a useless corpse at this point!” Shigaraki stomped after him, scratching incessantly at his neck.

Touya clenched his teeth, letting out a frustrated huff before spinning around to face the red-eyed leader.

“Stop complaining. Doc said he’d wake up soon, didn’t he?”

Shigaraki grumbled to himself, scratching harder at his neck. “It’s taking too long. You do realize that every second we don’t find the fucker that you let get away, the entire League is put in more danger?”

Oh, he could just strangle him. Maybe light his ass up. Turn the crusty prick to ash before he could even think of spewing another disrespectful word at him.

“Y/N almost died trying to catch that bastard,” Touya spoke through his teeth. “If you think I don’t want his head on a stick, you’re sorely mistaken. I’ll find him myself if I have to. But for now, we wait.”

A growl left Shigaraki, his patience thin to none and his stress at an all-time high, if his raw and bleeding neck was anything to show for it.

Touya was seconds away from joining the club.

“We wait,” he repeated. “The ‘useless corpse’ will quickly become a lot more useful once he wakes up. Trust me.”

With that, he turned, continuing to walk the short remaining distance to your room. “Now, fuck off. Y/N doesn’t need to hear this bullshit.”

A scoff could be heard behind him, followed by some angry muttering that Touya didn’t even bother listening to.

All he was focused on was you.

Upon knocking quietly on the door, he heard a different voice instead of your own, granting him access.

Toga stood by your bedside, head facing the door as she locked eyes with Touya, a big knowing smile on her face that made him frown in return.

“You mind? They gotta eat,” he said, trying to get Toga out of the room as soon as possible. The longer she spent in there, the more likely she was to make it weird between the two of you.

Even weirder than it already was.

“Oh! Yep, not at all! See ya later, Y/N! Feel better soon!” She smiled and waved at you before practically skipping out of the room.

Touya rolled his eyes at her childish glee over the two of you being in the same room together.

Shutting the door behind her with his foot, he offered you a small smile as he set the tray of food on your bedside table.

“Need help sitting up?” he asked, and you nodded, still feeling quite weak after all that you'd been through that day.

Without hesitation, he leaned in, wrapping his arms around you and pressing his hands firmly against you as he positioned you upright, placing a pillow behind your back.

He was about to grab your tray when your hand wrapped around his wrist, causing him to look back at you.

“I still mean it, you know.”

Touya’s brows furrowed. “Mean what?”

You smiled. “That you’re a good boyfriend.”

Touya let out a sigh. “Thanks…I guess,” he muttered, before attempting to turn away from you again.

You wouldn’t let him. Tugging him back towards you.

“Just admit it.”

“Doll, if you don’t stop talking in vague little riddles, I’m gonna have to send the doc back in to reevaluate you,” he said, growing slightly frustrated.

“Admit you liked it! Being a couple…”

Dammit. Were you hell bent on embarrassing him to death, or what?

He already cried all over your face and kissed you while you were clearly out of it. If you didn’t stop, he might say something that would ruin what was left of your already shaken friendship.

He couldn’t lose you.

Touya scoffed. "You admit it!"

"Don't turn this around on me! I asked you first!" you said, pointing a finger at him.

"I'm not admitting shit!"

You raised a brow at him. "Oh really?"

"Yeah."

You suddenly grew quiet, the look on your face wavering, almost as if you were...nervous? Unsure?

"Why not?" you asked, your tone lacking the confidence it once held.

Touya was all the more confused, but he quickly shoved it down, along with the rest of his feelings.

He wouldn’t lose you.

"What the fuck does it matter? It was a job, nothing more!" he argued, waving his free arm in the air dramatically, hoping you'd drop it already.

You didn't. Of course, you didn't.

Instead, he watched as your face morphed into that of stubborn determination as you shifted your legs in the bed, fighting through the discomfort and weakness so you could stand up to properly face him, swatting his hands away as he tried to stop you.

“What’re you—Would you stop being so goddamn stubborn! Lie back, right now!” he ordered, to which you merely scoffed.

Touya gave up, allowing you to use his arm to stand up.

“If you try to leave this room, I will throw your ass back in that bed and tie you down,” he threatened lowly.

“Just shut up and look at me,” you commanded.

Touya blinked at you, shocked by your sudden shift in attitude to something far more serious than before.

Your eyes were unreadable, but they held strict contact with his, clearly challenging him. His heart fluttered excitedly in his chest, only frustrating him more.

“Drop the fucking attitude—”

“Touya.”

Shit.

Memories flooded back of him drunkenly telling you his real name and almost confessing his feelings for you shortly after. Even without him asking, you promised not to tell another soul about his true name. But you still knew, and that meant you knew more than anyone else in the entire League knew about him, and for some reason, that deeply frightened him.

He knew it would come to bite him in the ass someday. At least one of his secrets were still kept hidden from you.

It was better that way. For his sake, but mostly yours.

Hearing his real name roll off your tongue sent an immediate shiver down his spine, a mix of emotions rising within him as he remained frozen in place, his eyes watching you with intensity as you moved closer, stopping just inches away from his lips.

He had to remind himself to breathe.

"Just be real with me. Be honest,” you whispered, your breath fanning against his face.

Silence.

As it stretched on, and Touya battled with his own hesitation, your face began to grow more frustrated, until you finally snapped.

"Fine. I'll start."

You inhaled sharply, eyes boring into his as you spoke.

"I lied when I said I didn't overhear what you said the other night to Toga. I heard almost all of it."

Touya’s eyes widened, his face flushing.

"What…"

His brows furrowed as his face quickly evolved into a scowl, hands clenching, even as he continued to allow you to hold onto his arm for balance.

"Why the fuck didn't you just say you overheard me sooner? Why do all of this…teasing and prodding bullshit?"

You responded, but seemed to completely ignore his words. "It's a little cowardly of you, don't you think? And the Dabi I know isn't a coward."

Touya grew quiet.

You were right. He was a coward. If there was one thing he hated about you, it was the fact that you made him act like a damn idiot.

“Well, maybe Touya is,” he spoke softly, the fear seeping out of him as he felt his mask being pried off by you—the same one he’d hidden behind for years up to this point.

You were going to see him for who he really was, and you were going to fall back in disappointment, in disgust.

He didn’t want to lose you.

“Touya—”

“Don’t.”

He let out a shaky breath, keeping his eyes away from you.

“All I wanted was for you to tell me yourself! And every time I tried to give you the chance to, you didn’t take it,” you said quickly before he could interrupt you again.

"Let me guess, you had something to do with Toga's stupid plans?" he spoke flatly.

"Not really, but she did come to me first with the fake couple idea. I thought it was funny, so I agreed. Figured that maybe it'd give you the nudge you needed to stop being a big wimp and fess up already,” you said, attempting to lighten the mood a bit.

Based on the way he snapped his fierce gaze up to you, it was obvious that you had failed.

"Fuck you." He tried to sound angry, but even he wasn't convinced by his performance, internally cringing when he noticed a hint of the amused smile that you were trying your best to hide.

Touya growled in frustration, continuing to speak before you could say anything.

"So is this just a twisted ploy to get me to look like a fool, or do you actually want something more here?"

Your smile grew into a smirk.

"What do you think, hot stuff?”

Touya looked at you incredulously, before his face hardened, eyes filled with anger and hurt. You had to be fucking with him.

"Right. Well, I'm leaving. Glad you got a good laugh."

You grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks.

"Wait! I love you too, okay?!”

Touya paused for a moment, replaying your words over and over before he finally turned around to face you, slowly…hesitantly.

"I never said that I lov—"

"You didn't have to. But you do...don't you?" you interrupted, growing impatient with the back and forth.

Touya shrugged his shoulders, his eyes softening as he looked at you. "The fuck do you think? I'm still here, aren't I?"

"I suppose I'd be incinerated by now if you didn't, right? Considering all my mean teasing and prodding," you said, a playful smile tugging at the corner of your lip.

He let out a dry laugh. "Maybe. Probably."

The air finally felt lighter between the two of you, but it was different than before. Touya considered for a moment that he must be dreaming, still too shocked to comprehend that you really felt the same as he did.

"So, what now?" you asked, your eyes flickering away as you suddenly struggled to hold eye contact with him.

So damn cute.

"You're asking me?" he questioned, brows raised.

"I just need to know if you want this too! You know…if you wanna be my real boyfriend,” you said, clearly flustered and unsure as you looked to him to anchor you to some sense of security.

Touya scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Fuckin’ hell," he cursed, taking a step forward before grabbing your face and pulling your lips to his.

He kissed you just as passionately as the time before, but this time the kiss felt more confident, more assured.

He was less gentle as well, grabbing your waist and pulling you flush against him as he continued to kiss you with everything he had, smirking against your lips when you let out a gasp in response to his actions.

For once, Touya was dropping the mask and allowing you to see his feelings for you in all their messy, stupid, lovesick glory. And for once, he felt confident about one thing…

He’d never lose you.

You’d already seen this much of him, and you hadn’t so much as flinched at the sight. Instead, you were diving right in, clinging to him for more.

He’d be damned if he were to ever let you slip away.

Your lips chased after his when he pulled back, eliciting a light chuckle from Touya as his eyes met yours again.

"Does that answer your question?" he spoke softly, so as not to disturb the delicate moment.

You nodded, still unable to speak. The way you pulled at his shirt told him all he needed to know as he leaned in again to press his lips against yours.

With his heart laid bare before you, he felt terrified, yet more free than he'd ever felt before. Knowing he had you to himself, your lips, your touch, your love, soothed any fears that managed to come up. He was melting into you, becoming softer for you, and he didn't regret it one bit.

“Are you guys making out yet?!” Toga’s voice rang from behind the door.

Touya groaned as he pulled away from you slightly, turning to yell at the door.

“What did I tell you about privacy, brat?!”

A girlish giggle, followed by the quick patters of her footsteps echoed down the hall.

He turned to find you giggling too.

“Look what you’ve encouraged!” he playfully scolded.

You laughed harder in response, grasping onto his shirt once you began to grow dizzy.

Touya clicked his tongue and shook his head, his hold growing tighter around you to protect you from falling over.

“Alright, that’s enough.”

He lifted you up before you could say a word and carefully placed you back into bed, letting out a sigh as he pulled away.

"You better hurry up and get un-concussed soon,” he said.

Holding a hand on one side of your aching head, you looked up at him with a pout. "Why?"

Touya smirked, leaning in to press his forehead against yours, blue eyes sparkling with affection as he looked into yours.

"So I can take you out on a real date."

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