#and since i didn’t eat my chicken I had some fruit

[br4nd-n3w-bl4d3]

Forgot I ate today and I was like “wow I did so well ^_^”

And then I remembered I did in fact eat a lot today

Actually just k1ll me at this point

[cloudcountry]

I just discovered your writing and I love how you write Idia! If requests are open, could you write Idia with an S/O that cooks for him? It's heavily implied that Idia has depression and is very thin do to his lack of self care and malnutrition, but since he started dating he gains some weight and gets a bit insecure about it but reader comforts him because they're just happy that's he's eating healthy

SUMMARY: idia is starting to eat healthier and put on weight, which spawns new insecurities. you help him through it.

COMMENTS: i'm so unhinged about this request please. PLEASE. do not look at me right now im in SHAMBLES. you've saved my life with his request. IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT FOREVER I WROTE THIS IN LIKE 45 MINUTES IM LOSING IT. THIS BAD BOY CAN FIT SO MUCH NON SEXUAL INTIMACY IN IT. CRYING.

In the beginning of your relationship, getting Idia to eat and drink was like pulling teeth. You didn’t want to force it—Idia knew how he felt far better than you, and making him do something he didn’t want to was just cruel. You knew from the start that if he didn’t want to eat, he wouldn’t, and even after consulting Ortho you didn’t notice any changes in his attitude towards eating. You reminded him to drink water constantly and brought him little snacks, but the water bottles remained mostly full and the snacks were unopened. While you managed to coax another few sips of water out of Idia, the snacks were still a no-go and his vitamin drinks won the day once again.

It took until the two of you were second years for him to consider eating more, and you were so delighted that you began to cook for him. Although he still gained most of his nutrients from those vitamin drinks he’d always drink in place of meals, you were so proud of him when he started eating the small portions you’d set out for him. Each container had four sections, one full of dried fruits, one with nuts, one with vegetables, and the last with meat. You always wrote him a note telling him how proud of him you were, encouraging him to eat the whole thing but letting him know he could stop eating whenever. It was more of a snack than anything, but he’d eaten it, the whole thing, and you felt so moved you’d almost cried.

Idia never thought it was that much a deal, even when you started gradually increasing his portion sizes into your third year at NRC, always replying to your praise with bashful mumbles and scoffs, twisting his beautiful hair into knots as a nervous habit. He would finish his snacks and bashfully ask for more, turning his pink cheeks away from you when you’d beam and tell him you’d be on it right away. Noodle dishes were popular, along with sweet chicken recipes, and anything with rice or pasta. You avoided using meats like pork or beef or anything that wasn’t light like poultry. Idia always favored things that went down easy, not hearty meals that left you feeling stuffed (and, of course, you never fed him sushi due to his dislike of raw fish.)

He was drinking more water as the years went on, too—by the time you came to collect his dishes and figure out if he wanted more food or not, you’d catch a glance of a half empty water bottle and feel your heart fluttering in your chest. It made you so happy to see him eating and drinking healthier. Even if he complained about needing to go pee more often (which took out of his gaming time, oh the dramatics) you could tell he felt better. It had been a journey of three years but you and him were making some serious progress together, and you couldn’t be more proud.

To celebrate just how proud of him you were, you’d gotten Idia a small chocolate cake to go with his lunch, and you were delivering it a bit early to surprise him.

Balancing all of the food on one hand, you bounce on the balls of your feet as you punch in the security code to his room (it changed every day and he always texted you the new one, reassuring you that your messages had been encrypted ten times over so nobody could even chip at the defenses, not that you were worried about someone hacking your phone in the first place.) The door opens with its usual mechanical woosh and shuts behind you the second you step inside, immediately locking again.

“Idia, I bought you a gift today!” you cheer, setting the containers down on his bed.

You turn around to face the rest of his room before stopping dead in your tracks, coming face to face with very wide eyed, shirtless Idia. He’s clutching his shirt to his chest, trying to hide as much of him as he possibly can, but the way the fat of his stomach pinches and rolls at his side could still be seen past the fabric. Your mouth forms a small o shape as you stare, taking him in.

“Stop staring!” he yells, and it's only then that you notice the tears in his eyes and the pink borderline red flickers in his flames, “Get out!”

He throws himself into the gamer chair, spinning it enough so that the back of it faces you. You can see him curling up into a little ball, struggling to get his shirt on in the state he’s in.

“Idia, wait!” you call out, stopping him in his tracks.

Soft sniffles fill the room, and it breaks your heart.

“Why are you here early?” he snaps, still not coming out from his hiding place.

“I bought you a miniature cake. You’ve been eating more lately and I’m proud of you for that.” you say softly, sitting down on his bed, “I’m not going to come over there, darling. Don’t worry. This is a safe space, you know? I would never judge you.”

Idia is silent for a few beats before he speaks again.

“Maybe...maybe I should stop eating.” he murmurs, and the pain that shoots through your heart makes you gasp.

“Idia, no.” you plead, gentle even though you’re panicking, “What’s making you feel this way? You’ve been doing so well, you’ve told me how good you’ve been feeling this past year because you’re eating healthier, what changed?”

“I look like this!” he spits out, and there’s so much self loathing in his tone it brings tears to your eyes as well.

“You look beautiful, darling, you always have. What about yourself do you not like?” you plead, hoping and praying he’ll open himself up to you.

“I’ve gained weight. I’m not as skinny anymore. I look gross.” he peeks out from behind his chair and your heart breaks at how bloodshot his eyes are, “I don’t...want you to see me like this and leave me.”

“My love...” you keep his gaze, leaning as close as you can to him without leaving the bed, “I love you no matter what you look like, you know that right? I love you as a person. You will always, always look lovely to me. I love you. I don’t love a perfect version of you I made up in my head. Every single insecurity you have, I love, because they aren’t flaws. They’re just you.”

You let him take your words in, listening to his heavy breaths before you stand up.

“Darling...can I see you?” you ask carefully, “I want to see you.”

He hesitates.

“Promise me you won’t be disappointed.” Idia’s voice cracks mournfully, like he’s already accepted a fate that will never befall him.

“Never.” you answer immediately.

Your breath catches in your throat when he shamefully moves away from his gaming chair, staring at the ground to avoid looking at you. Your heart hits the ceiling with how light it feels, your lungs contracting and your body growing warm. Oh, he’s ethereal.

You take in the parts that he hates—the creases of his neck and his soft pecs (his nipples are blue, you note, and honestly that doesn’t surprise you), the rolls of his stomach and the fiery trial of hair that leads to his pelvis. You take in the blue glow under his arms and the way the fat of his upper arm folds into his shoulder, and his way his stomach hangs a little over the waistband of his pants. You take it how his arms are bigger now, whether that be from growth or the added weight you don’t know, but what you do know is that all of this beauty was hiding under his hoodie for the past three years. Probably even longer.

“You’re beautiful.”

And your voice breaks as a single hand covers your mouth, hearts in your eyes as you finally, finally make eye contact with Idia, his hair sparking and popping like solar flares as the flames turn pink.

You love that pink.

“B...Beautiful!?” Idia jerks back, looking so scared and ashamed and confused, “What are you talking about!? Beautiful is for men in otomes with eight pack abs, I’m no ikemen but I’m not stupid and how could you ever call me something like that—!?”

“Idia Shroud, you’re beautiful!” you shout, your voice far louder than you intended and it cracks again because oh, you’re so emotional, how could this man think he’s anything but beautiful?

“...what?” he whispers, shirt still clenched in his hands like a lifeline, “You...you don’t want to leave me?”

What you want to do is ask why you ever thought he’d leave you in the first place.

What you do instead, is tell him no.

And you stay.

You don’t make an excuse to leave or try to let him down slowly. You stay in his room and you ask to hug him, you stay in his room and you embrace him so tenderly when he says yes, you stay in his room with him and you kiss his temple, holding all of the extra fat he didn’t come with when you fell in love with him in your arms, loving him all the same even though he’s changed.

He doubts you’ve ever called someone beautiful as many times as you’re calling him that right now.

So Idia shuts his eyes and buries his face in your shoulder, hiding his face and his body and his sobs from the rest of the world in the safety of your arms.

You really will love him no matter what.

He doesn’t know what to do.

[izudeeilo]

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You can study me

Sero hanta smau

volley-ball player sero x art student fem!reader, no quirks au, college au.

a/n it's been a while since I've written something like this...I'm nervous

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Senior year is finally here! You thought that this time, the teachers would be more lenient with you and your classmates, but not at all. In fact, they even got stricter... They assigned you a half year-long work, which would be worth 30% of your final grade. What does the work consist of, you ask? Making a complete study of the life of a student you need to pick and paint it.

But... you can't pick a friend.

Profiles • Part .2

Part 1

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You sat outside, pen in one hand, the other on your lap. Scribbling on the piece of paper quick doodles of a random animal. A rooster...a chicken…why was this one that popped in your mind, you don’t know.

A sight escapes your mouth as you look up at the sky. “This is going to be a nightmare” you mutter.

You would’ve been more ok with all of this if you could’ve chosen someone close to you instead. So much easier, simpler. But in the art course? nothing was easy.

You sometimes thought of quitting, completely. But the love you had for art kept you here and perhaps your supportive friends too. Seriously they meant everything to you, they’ve been here through thick and thin. They could be…themselves but you’d do anything for them, the other way around as well.

Taking your phone from your pocket, you check the time — 12:40 pm. “I should already be on my way to the cafeteria.” You get up slowly, grab your bag from the ground and shove the paper and pen inside.

As you enter the building, you greet with a wave of your hand some classmates you had met in your morning class. When you enter the cafeteria, you grab the tray from the pile and pick up a sandwich, a fruit salad and you pay for a soda can at the vending machine.

You weren’t particularly hungry today.

Scanning the room you make eye contact with your friends a bit further away. You march over to them and install yourself next to Himiko, Izuku in front.

”I’ve missed you guys so bad.” you say hugging Himiko’s arm. She hugs you back with a big smile. “Us as well!” she chuckles. “It’s only the first day of the week and I’m already tired.” adds Izuku with a slight smile before taking a bite from his sandwich.

You begin eating as well. “Can you guys believe it's the last year we’ll be together..” you say to them. “Oh don’t start already or I’m going to cry.” says Himiko, turning her head.

“ I know we’ll definitely be busy after but ain’t no way we’re getting separated, you better believe me, you ain’t getting rid of us” she taps her finger on your cheek in a teasing way.

”Oh that I already know” you chuckle.

Izuku suddenly perks up and says “By the way y/n I talked to some of my classmates and I’m sorry most of them don’t feel comfortable with that…” “Oh right mine as well…they say they don't want to meet new people or whatever” himiko adds.

”Oh well I did expect that honestly” you cross your arms and straighten yourself. “Guess the whole art course is going to struggle with finding someone” you sigh and begin to wonder how else are you going to find a student willing to participate in that. Ochaco may try with her classmates but you already have an idea of how it’s going to end.

You’d like someone with personality as well and there’s plenty of people like that here but—

You were cut off by a cheerful voice.

”Izuku you’re here!” A girl with pretty pink hair stopped in front of the table with her tray in hand. You all turned your head at her.

”Oh I didn’t know you were with friends my bad you guys!” she smiles.

”No it’s alright, you wanted something?” he responds.

”The boys are over there and I wanted to know if you wanted to come sit with us! Your friends can come as well if they’d like” She smiles at the both of us.

“Yeah for sure! Does it bother you guys?” He says looking at us.

”Not at all” Himiko and you respond at the same time. You look at each other before chuckling slightly.

”Perfect, follow me!” the girl begins walking ahead. “The name’s Mina by the way!”

”I’m y/n!” you respond back.

”And I’m Himiko”

You all reach a long table with four people already sitting and talking.

Four boys to be exact, one had blond hair and was just staring at the other three with a raised eyebrow, another had red hair and was laughing at something another blond said next to him and the last one with longer black hair was holding his sandwich with a smirk on his face.

”I am here and brought companyyy” Mina chants at the boys.

They perk up at the sound of her voice and all turn their heads towards us. You and Himiko smile not knowing what to do next.

”Hey, these are my friends, Himiko Toga and Y/n L/n !” Izuku introduces us.

He turns to us and points at the boys one by one.

”This is Kacchan- I mean Katsuki Bakugo. You already know him.” he laughs pointing at the blond with red eyes.

Bakugo nods his head with an almost visible smile.

”This is Denki Kaminari” The other blond points finger guns at us.

”This is Eijiro Kirishima” the red haired boy waves at us with a smile.

“And last but not least Sero Hanta” the black haired boy throws a peace sign at us and winks.

They all greet us happily and urge us to sit with them. You began talking for what seemed like hours, they told you they were part of the school volleyball team.

”Oh that’s so cool, how long have y'all been playing for?” you ask.

”We pretty much have been since we were kids. We practically all met through that.” Kirishima responds cheerfully. “Yeah we’re all like a biggg family” Kaminari leans on his shoulder.

Bakugo turns his head at us before speaking “So y/n, art huh? How is it being an artist?”

I laugh “I’m not an artist, artist yet but—“ you were cut off by Izuku.

”Oh stop that you draw, you paint even if it's not professionally yet you’re still an artist.”

”Yeah, it doesn’t matter even if it was just a hobby, you still are an artist.” Sero joins him before continuing. “And how is it going so far?”

”To be honest? Right now, horrible.” you chuckle.

They all seem taken back as their eyes slightly widen.

“It’s mostly because of an assignment our teacher already gave us.”

”Oh that's rough— On the first day?” Kirishima says.

”Yeah, I have like half of the school year to complete it? And it's worth 30% of my final grade too.” You lean your head on your hand. “I need to pick a student I don't know, to study their life? Like get to know them so I can make a painting of it—“

”You can study me?” Sero suddenly says, catching you off guard. “We just met so that’ll be perfect and I get to spend time with a cute girl like you so it’s a win-win situation.” He smiles and leans back on his chair.

You stare at him. That’s...a good idea actually you think to yourself and it’s not a total stranger if it’s one of Izuku’s friends…right?

”Well Sero you’ve got yourself a deal” I smile back at him.

”Call me Hanta.”

a/n i hope you guys like this aaah i'm so nervous and excited to post this...🤧 see u guys in the next part! 💋

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : CRAVINGS AND ARGUMENTS

This pregnancy was different from your first to say the least. The first pregnancy you had no cravings, so when you woke up today craving some weird food combinations you had a plan set in motion.

The only problem is? Your husband hasn’t left your side since he got home two days ago. He doesn’t let you drive and he doesn’t let you be alone for more than five minutes.

If you had to go to the restroom he made sure to be outside the door to hear in case you fell or something. He was every bit dramatic and worried, you loved that about him. But after two days, you were growing annoyed.

You were putting your sandals on when Jack walked into the living room.

“I know you’re not going anywhere right now.” He crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow . “I see you have your purse and keys, were you sneaking out?”

You groan. “You and Mia were taking a nap so I was going to make a quick run to the store.”

“Absolutely not, I told you-“

“Yes, yes, I know Jackman.” You roll your eyes.

“Okay first of all, calm down.” He goes to hug you, rubbing circles on your back. “Second of all, hand me the list and I’ll go for you.”

You shake your head. “Jack, I want to go. I need to get fresh air.”

“Go outside then, I finally built your swing.”

“Ughh, okay okay. Just go.” You plop down on the couch. “I’ll text you the list.”

He bends down, lifts up your chin so you can look at him. “Don’t be moody baby.” He pecks your lips and smiles. “I’ll be back.”

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It was thirty minutes later that Jack was walking back inside the house with two bags in hand.

You’re immediately confused. “What’s wrong? Did you forget your wallet?”

“Huh? Oh no, I’m done.” He says, walking into the kitchen. You quickly follow behind him.

“Babe, you usually take forever at the store when I send you with a list. No way you’re back this fast.”

He starts taking out the groceries from the bags and you look at the stuff in confusion. “What’s all this?”

“Your snacks and food.”

You grab a bag of green beans, “This wasn’t on my list.” You look at the peas, the wheat thins. “I definitely didn’t put this down.”

Jack doesn’t say anything. “Jack, where are my pickles? My hot Cheetos, my Dr. Pepper?” You dig through the stuff he brought home. “Most importantly, where are my spicy noodles?”

He scratches his neck. “About that.”

“What?”

“Baby, that’s all unhealthy stuff. You need to watch what you eat for the baby.”

You glare at him. “Jackman, please tell me you’re pranking me right now. Because if you didn’t bring me what I asked for, you’ll be sleeping on the couch.”

“Okay so I didn’t bring- wait before you get mad.” He goes up to you. “There weren't any noodles and babe, Dr Pepper with creamer? That’s gross so I’m saving you the disgust.”

“You don’t see me give you shit about your chicken and peanut butter.” You glare.

“Wait, that's not fair. Mia actually likes my chicken with peanut butter.”

You chuckle. “News flash, she doesn’t. She hates it and throws it to the neighbor's dog.”

He gasps. “Wow, what a way to shatter my heart.”

You glare at him and walk out of the kitchen and make your way back to the living room. You snatch your phone and sit down.

Jack follows behind you, smirking “What are you doing grumpy pants?”

You ignore him, continuing to scroll through your phone.

“Babe, are you really going to ignore me?” You stay quiet again.

“So what snacks do you want from the kitchen? I’ll cut you some veggies and fruit.”

You glare at him. “If you come near me with those wanna be snacks, I will hurt you.”

“Babe, stop being dramatic.” He chuckles, placing his hands on your bump.

“I’ll be whatever I want to be right now.” You push his hands away. “Don’t touch me.”

“What? What’s wrong?”

You roll your eyes. “You offered to go to the store for me, the least you could’ve done was bring me what I asked for.”

“That is what has you so mad?” He shakes his head. “Babe, I’m just looking out for you.”

You hum, but continue scrolling through your phone. “Who are you texting?”

“Gerald.”

“What did he say?- WAIT WHAT?” He snaps his head towards you. “You’re texting who?”

“Maybe he’ll bring me what I actually ask for.”

“Stop being petty.”

“Who said I was being petty? You can’t give me what I want, let me go ask all the guys who are in my dms begging for scraps.”

“All this pettiness over fucking food?”

“YES.” You yell. “You know I don’t play about my food, especially with this pregnancy. I crave weird things, you think I’m happy about that? I watch what I eat every other day but god forbid I get a weird craving, don’t blame me if your son comes out with a cone head.”

The doorbell rings and you get up as fast as your belly lets you and head to the door.

You grab the bags and close the door.

“Who dropped that off?”

“Gerald.” You snap at him.

Trying to head to the kitchen but he takes the bags from you. “Quit fucking playing.”

“Maybe you should’ve brought me what I asked for.” You shrug and start unpacking the bags.

You smile at what he dropped off. “He’s the best.”

“Who dropped these off? Because no way delivery got here this quick.”

“My favorite Harlow.” You bite into a pickle and do a little dance at the juicy flavor. “Your brother knew you’d pull some shit so he asked me to send him my list.”

You grab the monitor from the counter to double check Mia was still down for her nap. Once you see that she is, you continue to unpack the groceries your brother in law dropped off.

“Okay, I get it but I was only looking out for you.” He groans once he sees the pack of noodles. “I hate when you eat these.”

You shrug, “That sounds like a you problem.”

He nods and scratches his beard. “Do you need anything else ?”

You shake your head. “Oh no, I’m good, wouldn’t want you ruining anything else.”

“I’m going back to bed with Mia.” He kisses the top of your head. “Sorry for all of this.” He mumbles quietly and walks out.

You pick nothing up on his tone so you continue with putting away the groceries that you weren’t going to use right now.

In a plate you placed two pickles, baby carrots, and peanut butter. You filled a glass cup with ice and poured some Dr Pepper with creamer.

You made your way to the table, grabbing the black bag of hot Cheetos. Once you take a few bites of your snacks, dipping your pickles with peanut butter. You get a wave of emotions crashing in on you.

You can’t help but let the tears out, you push away your plate. You were about to head upstairs but you came face to face with Jack.

“What’s wrong.?” He asked, scared.

You hug him. “I’m sorry, I was being a bitch and you didn’t deserve that. I know you’re looking out for me but I just get annoyed so quickly and I hate it that I take it out on you.”

“Hey, hey.” He rubs your back. “Deep breath’s baby, you’re okay.”

You shake your head. “But I’m not, I shouldn’t be so mean to you, over snacks and food. That’s so silly.”

“I should’ve brought you what you asked for, so it’s on me.” He hugs you tighter against his chest.

“Why couldn’t you get the weird cravings again this time?” You joke, remembering how when you were pregnant with Mia, it was him with the mood swings and cravings.

He laughs, “That was a crazy time.” He pulls back a bit so he can look at you. “We’re okay baby, I understand you feel different this time around. I shouldn’t be pushing your buttons about it either.”

“I’m still sorry though, I know you’re trying your best.” You get on your tippy toes and kiss his neck. “You’ve been amazing and I’m just bitchy and moody.”

“Baby relax, everything is okay.” he places his hands on your round bump. “Let me help you”

“I’m going to hold it for a little while, is that okay?” You nod, as he quickly places his hands under your belly, lifting it up a bit.

You lean back on his chest and leave out a deep sigh. “That feels good.”

He kisses your neck, “Little man is really kicking at your side right now.”

“You know he does that whenever we fight or whenever he hears your voice.” You close your eyes as he starts swaying you both side to side.

“He’s going to be good at soccer.” At those words, you feel a big kick on your side, you and Jack chuckle at that.

“We’re good baby boy, just mommy and daddy having a disagreement.” You place your hand where he kicked.

“We’re more than okay little man.” He whispers. After his words, your son kicks again making you and Jack smile and shed a few tears of happiness.

This pregnancy wasn’t easy by any means but Angel “Ez” Harlow was worth it.

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[stvolanis]

Pretty Stars

PT .1

PT .2???

PAIRINGS: Elvis Presley x Rival! Rockstar! OC

WARNINGS: EATING DISORDERS, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, EXPLOITATION, MENTIONS OF ABUSE, inaccurate time lines probably, this is more depressing than my other stories, age gap (OC is 19 and Elvis is 23), foul language, Elvis is an asshole but so is OC, typical rivalry things, enemies to lovers

NSFW WARNINGS: NONE, it will all be in part 2 if this does well :)

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Rosalee Marziel worked her ass off to get where she stood today, and she’d die before she let some stupid boy ruin it for her.

She’d lived in cities since she was a toddler, and growing up in such a hostile place causes you to realize that no one will help you but you. It took her losing her mother, her extended family, and a few boyfriends and flings to realize this. Once she had nothing, and was at rock bottom, of course she’d sign her life away. What more did she have to lose when everything was already lost?

The 1st amendment no longer felt like it applied to Rosalee. She was stripped bare of her former self, and instead embodied a new persona, Rose Marz. Rose Marz was confident, selfless, bold, and had no problems making a statement. She was a music, movie, and fashion icon all the way past France.

Truth was, she’d been groomed since she’d signed her life away when she was only 15. Groomed by the men around her who only wanted the greatest pleasures of life, and naive Rosalee Marziel was their ticket to that. ‘Wear less, and more of this’ they’d tell her as they held up skimpy playboy sets. She was 16. ‘More makeup, she’s aging.” They’d tell her makeup artists. She was 17. By the time she had reached 18, she’d corrected every little flaw they had pointed out. She spent hours covering acne scars, moles, and stretch marks.

She’d powder and cake herself in flawless natural makeup, which wasn’t so natural once you’d watch her apply a ton of it. She formed an eating disorder and lived off of eating Cesar salads with extra grilled chicken, and even then, she’d sometimes feel herself become sick. The smell, taste and feel of food made her vomit in her mouth. So, when she went to ball events, charity event, etc.; she’d stick to a glass of water and give tight lipped smiles when offered a plate of appetizers.

You’d think oranges were her favorite fruit, but she’d only eat them when she’d gain a pound or 2. Her stomach pains sometimes became unbearable, but beauty is pain, or at least that’s what her producers would tell her with money on their tongues. Sometimes she swore instead of feeling spit when they’d speak to her, she felt hard and cold coins. God forbid they found out she’d eaten that day, the comments would strike up.

The ones that formed her eating disorder in the first place. The ones that make her cry herself to sleep and curl into a ball. The ones that made her weep for her dead, junkie of a mother. The ones that made her throw up her insides till her stomach felt like it was trying to eat itself. And the ones that made her wanna not wake up the next day.

Roses first gig was a lousy bar her old manager booked for an hour. It’s one she’ll never forget, I mean, it’s what sparked her love for preforming in every sense of the word. On stage, she didn’t have to be the broken shell of a little girl, especially not when she heard people cheering her name. The rush of adrenaline shot into her veins was addicting and was a high she’d strive to chase any moment she could. In those first moments, she felt like her body was on fire, and the words slipping from her mouth held every ounce of raw emotion she would never normally say.

She had something other rising female preforms didn’t have, and that was a genuine love for music. They didn’t have the same spark in their eyes like she did. They weren’t passionate about the lyrics they wrote or sang. The only reason they were famous was because of their sex appeal.

Climbing the ranks in a male dominated industry wasn’t an easy task by any means, but Rose managed to do it. She sunk her perfectly manicured claws into their backs to rise herself to get to where she was today. Past Carl Perkins, past Johnny Cash, even past Jerry Lee Lewis. She was at the top of her game.

Showered in every luxury she could imagine. Queen worthy jewelry, the latest and hottest cars, 3 mansions and 10+ houses stationed all around America. Her favorite house was stationed all the way in Milan, Italy. She had an endless list of ‘friends’ and men throwing themselves at her feet for even a glance, but she wasn’t naive anymore. She could see right through them with the x-ray vision she swore to herself she had.

Hell, even the Kennedys loved her.

But none of it was ever enough. None of it made the throbbing pains in her head, chest, and stomach stop. It didn’t stop her from taking nearly lethal amounts of pills on her roughest days in hopes that just maybe she’ll find the courage to take a little more.

Rose was never satisfied with the life she had. And when they started throwing her in movies alongside people she didn’t care to know, she nearly lost herself. Rose? An actor? That couldn’t be right. She was a singer. But it’s what her fans wanted, which means it’s what her producers would make her do.

She was sure her fans adored her, and she was grateful that they did, but a small part of her detested them. A small part of her had wished she’d never became famous. If she knew this would be her at only 19 years old, she would’ve ran away from that man with a few papers and a pen all the way to across the globe. But she could never bring herself to hate the people who got her to where she is today.

They are the only reason she’s able to live the way she does, after all. Those little girls who look up to her, dreaming of being in her shoes and, wishing to be like her when they get older and cheering her on from crowds will always be the reason she continues to preform. But how badly she wanted to cradle them and tell them ‘careful what you wish for.’ Because she wishes someone had told her.

Though she was at the top of her game, there was still one large obstacle in the form of a southern man.

Elvis Presley.

No matter how many movies she starred in, or how many songs she made—no matter how many awards she won and was nominated for, he always somehow managed to beat her. Not to mention the constant comparison she was always faced with when I came to him. ‘Elvis does this better’ her manager would start. ‘So you need to do this’. He’d say.

I learned how to dance, and Elvis was the star of a dance musical called ‘Copacabana’ the next day. I mentioned i knew how to draw, and all the sudden Elvis’ art was plastered in museums. The list goes on and on of him trying to out-do her an coming out successful. Naturally, Rose wouldn’t care, but at the end of the day it was her having to hear her entire management team on her ass. One time her producer even phoned in about it.

It was a constant battle between the two and it seemed like an endless cat and mouse game. Not to mention Elvis throwing loads of shade at her when he was in the press a few weeks prior. Since then, anytime she’s been asked about their ongoing rivalry in the press, she’s said the upmost worst things about him. If it was any other A list celebrity, her manager would have her head, but it was the 2 most hottest people in America going head to head like bulls. Obviously it would make both parties become a more popular subject, and the more publicity, the better.

And now they want Elvis and Rose to preform together for a Valentines special? Hah, they must be crazy to think they wouldn’t claw each others throats out. Rose had never dared to protest against anything her producers and managers had planned for her—the last time she did she was beaten. But this—this is the one thing she wouldn’t go down without a fight for. After a good year and give or take a few months of going against each other, why would they now want them to make amends? The damage had already been done.

Rose was fortunate enough of never having to actually meet the man talking the upmost shit about her in person, till now.

As she sat in her dressing room, she could swear her makeup was sweating itself off, resulting in her panicking. Her eye makeup was dark and bold, and her lips were a faded cherry red. The dark mole above the corner of her lip just barely peeking through her pounds of foundation. Her hair was was naturally a brunette, but her main manager thought blonde would be a better look on her. So now she sat with her blonde hair teased and overly large, adorned in pink and red flowers to match the Valentines theme.

Rose felt her confidence begin to dwell as she thought of every possible terrible outcome this show could bring. Her brows furrowing as she applied setting powder aggressively while thinking of beating that stupid man, Elvis Presley, to a pulp if he tainted her imagine in any way, shape, or form.

A knock on her dressing room door brought her out of her thoughts. “Miss Rose, it’s almost time.” An annoying feminine voice said from behind the door. Rose huffed as she got up. “Alright, give me a moment.” She yelled back as she began to dress herself.

They’d chosen a white, tight fitted turtle neck long sleeved shirt for her to wear, paired with a short, light pink dress to go over it and a large white belt fit around her waist to seem more slim. The knee high white leather boots and different shades of pink and red heart earrings pulled the whole look together as she stared at herself in the long mirror in front of her.

She smoothed her hands down her dress as she took in a long breath of air before she finally found the courage to leave her dressing room.

When she stepped out, the narrow backstage hallways parted like the Red Sea at her entrance. Her manager, a short old man with the personality of a donkeys ass, stumbled his way over to her.

“Ah, Rose! There you are, come.” He said urgently as he tightly gripped her upper arm. Rose didn’t get a chance to respond, and instead winced as she was dragged along with him to wherever he was taking her. Their walk wasn’t long as they stopped at a tall man with his back turned to them.

“Mr. Presley.” Her manager coughed out, making his prescene known. Rose fought an eye roll. The man turned around and Rose swore her jaw could’ve dropped right then and there. The pictures and interviews did him no justice, as he was even more good looking in person, much to Roses dismay. Nonetheless, this god of a man was still her biggest rival and the only person stopped her from being deemed ‘queen of rock n roll’ on every cover of The Rolling Stone Magazine

Screw him and his charming smile. She hated his stupidly perfect hair—and she wanted to pull the little strand hanging out on the front out of his head. She wanted to punch him in his perfectly chiseled jaw, and same with his nose. She didn’t like the fact that he easily towered over her, even in heels, so she thought about kicking him in the back of his knees to bring him to the ground where she thought he belonged— below her.

Elvis on the other hand felt his breath get caught in his throat and her nearly dropped the cup of water held in his hand. There she stood, in all her terrorizing glory, was Rose Marz. But Elvis’ eyes couldn’t help but linger on the chubby fingers tightly wrapped around her arm, almost in a painful manner.

How could this little thing be his biggest competition? She was so small. So pretty. So- “fuck you.” So vulgar. That was the first thing she’d ever said to him, and he’d remember it for the rest of his life. He would’ve been offended if it wasn’t for the fact that she was so damn cute with her furrowed brows and pouty red lips.

Her managers face went pale as a ghost. “Aha!! She meant hello!” He nervously laughed as he glared at Rose through the corner of his eye. The small girl let out a huff. “Elvis.” She acknowledged, sizing him up with a quirked brow. He felt a chuckle rumble deep in his chest.

Rose turned her head downward to hide the blush creeping onto her cheeks at his intense gaze, even as he talked to her manager. “That’s quite alright, Mr.Smith. How ya doin, Rose?” He said in that southern draw that made all the girls’ head spin and panties drop. Now Rose understood why, but she would never admit it aloud.

“Terrible since I seen you.” She said with an eye roll. Elvis pursed his lips. “I’m real sorry ‘bout what I said in the press about ya.” He replied with a nervous chuckle. Roses head shot up at that. “Liar!” She called out with a pointer finger.

“Jesus, Rose! Can’t you act civilized for one damn moment?!” Her manager screamed in her face. Rose went beat red in embarrassment, her hands clenched into fists. The old fat man looked at her pointedly. “Excuse my behavior, Mr.Presley.” She said through clenched teeth and false smile.

Elvis pondered for a moment as he took in the situation before him, before coming to a conclusion. “Lemme take ya to dinner to make up for it, Rose.” He said. Something boyish was swirling in his eyes and a certain hope was in his small smile he sent her way. Rose opened her mouth to reject his offer, but it seemed her manager had other plans. “Yes, of course she’ll go!” He answered for her.

Elvis merely glanced down at the obnoxious fat man. “I’d like for her to answer.” He stated with a glare. Rose paused. No one had ever stood up for her like that. No one batted an eye when people would yell at her, grab her, or even beat her to a pulp. She didn’t know what to think—or even how to act.

Her mouth was hung agape as he awaited her answer. “I—uh, sure.” She responded—seemingly in a daze as she gazed up at the taller man. His eyes danced all across her face before stopping at the mole she tried so desperately to hide. “Tomorrow night.” He said before his eyes snapped up to meet hers again.

Rose, absent minded, merely nodded her head.

“You’re on in 5!” Someone shouted over the loud backstage ruckus. That caught Roses attention as she quickly smoothed herself out and took in a deep breath. Elvis reached his hand out towards her. “Shall we?” He asked with a smirk.

Rose rolled her eyes as she slapped his hand away. “Let’s just get this over with.” She replied as she turned quickly away from him.

But Elvis didn’t miss the blush on her cheeks.

˚ ꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ˚

this wasn’t proofread

[cer-rata]

Excerpt from "Heart of Gotham"

Damian rarely ate during his designated lunch period, partially because his eating schedule was warped by the fact that dinner was usually served at midnight, but mostly because it gave him some time to himself to read and people-watch. This time he was guts deep in “Kaguya-sama: Love Is War” and so was pretty annoyed when he felt his phone buzzing to let him know he’d received a text. He’d get to whoever that was later. Then it buzzed again. And again, and again and…He angrily yanked it out of his pocket and scowled at the screen. For some reason Maya desperately wanted his attention.

~~~

Somebody: dude

Somebody: dude

Somebody: dude

Somebody: dude

Somebody: dude

Somebody: dude

Somebody: dude

Somebody: i know ur at lunch answer me

Somebody: dude

DemonBird: What do you want, she-demon?!

Somebody: did u talk to him yet?

DemonBird: I don’t see how that’s any of your concern.

Somebody: so that sounds like a no lmao

ColinW6969: Yeah no he chickened out lol

DemonBird: Wait

DemonBird: WHY IS THIS IN THE GROUPCHAT?! THIS IS A PRIVATE MATTER DUCARD!!!

Somebody: bro everyone figured it out at the hang, i’m tired of people asking me what’s going on

Suren: There is nothing to be embarrassed about, Damian. I think.

Bacon: I disagree, this all sounds very embarrassing. 

JK: Kathy! -_-

ColinW6969: Jokes aside, this is a safe space to be a lil bit fruity man. Kathy is the only one here who would hatecrime you.

Bacon: So true. I have a list.

ColinW6969: You’re like a lil fruitbat lmao

ColinW6969: Wait, do robins eat fruit? I thought it was bugs and trash.

DemonBird: Have a care, Wilkes, I can kill you and be back in school before anyone would notice.

ColinW6969: Con likes me though, he’d be maaaad at you.

DemonBird: You’re actually going to make me break my oath.

WillyBillyBat: All I know man is that If you take any longer I might have to pick up the slack myself

JK: :O

Bacon: lol

Somebody: oop…

Suren: What?

ColinW6969: Damnnn

WillyBillyBat: What can I say, people love a CHAMPION who can reach a high shelf

Bacon: Wait Billy I didn’t realize you belonged on my list. Since when?

WillyBillyBat: I dunno, I think Achilles is rubbing off on me or something lately

DemonBird: SERIOUSLY! I KNOW HOW! TO KILL! ALL OF YOU!

DemonBird: I’m doing it today okay!?

DemonBird: I’m going to ask him to the gala we’re hosting on Friday!

DemonBird: Happy!?

JK: I mean, if that’s actually what YOU want because YOU want it, and not a scenario where someone is controlling your free will and forcing you to make a horrible mistake, then yeah, I’m a little happy :3

Somebody: …

JK: What 

DemonBird: I am muting this chat. I will see you all in hell.

~~~

Damian quietly growled and shoved his phone back into his pocket like he was punishing it. Of the many dangers present in allowing himself to have a social circle, he always managed to underestimate just how annoying other people could be. But…he was at a point where he could admit to himself that he preferred it to being alone.

Eugh. Enough of that, he had manga to enjoy.

[yamst3rdamctrl]

When Sexual Desires Clash YN Story

Chapter 10

Michael left her house for about 10 minutes, and to YN's surprise, he came back with a bag. Michael stripped naked and laid down in the bed with YN and wrapped his arms around her, and they both drifted off to sleep. When YN woke up, she was in bed naked and alone. She did not know what to expect, but she did not expect to see Michael there due to the way he is. YN got up and put clothes on and walked to her kitchen to cook herself some breakfast. When YN was getting closer, she heard music and smelt food. YN walked into the kitchen, and to her surprise, Michael was standing there with no shirt on and basketball shorts. “Look who finally woke up from having some good dick. I decided to cook since we don’t ever spend some time together.” YN then sat down, and Michael brought her a plate with scrambled eggs, bacon, cheese grits, toast, and cut up fruit for breakfast. YN started eating breakfast, and she couldn’t help but fall in love with the food. “This tastes good as hell, sir.” Michael chuckled and said, “Glad you like it. So... I was thinking that it's Friday, Lupita told me you were off this whole weekend, so why don’t we spend the weekend together?” YN could not believe her ears due to what he just said. “You know what? I will take you up on that. I need some more of this fun.” Michael smiled and said, “Good, after we finish eating food, we are going to spend the weekend at my house. So go pack a bag and we out.”

YN and Michael gathered their belongings after cleaning up and headed to Michael house. YN unpacked in his room which was very nice and velvet. She then went and met Michael on the sofa. Michael had the whole weekend planned for her and each evening would end in quick fucks and relaxation. Saturday came and that is when Michael decided to have everything ready. They woke up, ate breakfast and got dressed comfortably. Michael then pulled the car up and YN got in. Michael took her to an amusement park, because YN has only been once. Michael then dropped YN off at the spa to let her relax, therefore he could get everything ready. Michael then sent a car to pick up YN and bring her back to his house. YN walked inside the door and saw the house dimly lit, and when she walked in the living room Michael stood there with wine glasses and said, “Welcome, I cooked us a great 3 course meal and then we can enjoy desert and a movie.” Michael poured YN a drink and pulled her seat out. “Michael this is truly sweet of you.” Michael chuckled and brought out crab, and spinach dip with pita bread which is one of YN’s favorite. He and YN enjoyed the dip and small conversation. Michael then brought out Chicken Parmesan with garlic bread that made YN nose dance. YN then devoured her plate and so did Michael. They both cleaned up and headed to the front room to watch a movie. Michael put on Kinky which YN was not expecting. The sex scenes started to play, and YN started to feel herself getting hot. Michael noticed how YN was feeling and decided to take advantage.

Smut loading….

Michael looked at YN and saw how she was looking good. Michael paused the movie and looked at her. “What” YN said to Michael. Michael moved towards YN and grabbed her face and started to kiss her. Michael continued to kiss YN and put her on his lap. YN would grind on Michael while they were making out. They were making out like two kids in high school. It was such a tease and they both knew it, but she did not care. YN then moved went down on Michael and pulled his dick out of his pants. “Ooo shit.. You about to eat that dick?” Michael said smiling. YN then put her mouth around the tip of his dick and made him grunt. YN then started to suck and lick as much of his dick as she could. Michael had to admit that he was in heaven. He didn’t let her know nor gave her the satisfaction until YN grabbed his balls while sucking his dick. Michael knew how good it was feeling, and he let it out. “Shit… eat that dick up. Show me how much you want this dick. Spit on that shit.” Michael said and then held YN by her hair and started to fuck her throat. YN took every thrust that Michael could give. Michael thrust started coming quicker and sloppy. “I’m bout to nutt.. oh my god.” Soon as Michael, started to push he came right in YN mouth, and she swallowed every inch of cum.

Michael was ready to give YN the best night he could. He picked her up in bridal style and took her to his room. He gently put YN on the bed and started to kiss on YN on her thighs and then started to tongue kiss her pussy. YN was so in shock and started to moan. YN started to grind against Michael’s tongue, and he would suck, lick, and finger her pussy. It made her nutt so hard. Michael then got on top of YN and slid into her with ease. Michael wrapped his hand around her throat and started to fuck her slowly where she would feel each thrust, he delivered. Michael knew he wanted to make love to her and then fuck her up. Michael continued to thrust slowly and hard inside of her. “YN I loved every moment of this weekend with you. Pussy good asf girl.” YN nutt started to build and Michael saw it in her face. Michael then grabbed YN by her legs and put them over her shoulders and pounded her. “Give me that nutt baby.” That was exactly what YN did. Michael pulled YN by her ankles to the edge of the bed to where her pussy was off the side of the bed. He knew the animal was unleashed and that is when he went crazy. Michael fucked YN so hard to the point YN was trying to run. “Ain’t no running... you’re going to take this dick and everything that come with it. Do you hear me?” Michael was thrusting hard, and YN said, “Yes. I hear fuck…” YN came again. Michael laid down and made YN ride him. YN started to ride as hard as she could. She laid on Michael and Michael kept thrusting inside of her. Michael started to moan and say, “YN I’m finna nutt all in this pussy. You better milk my shit.” YN tightened her pussy muscles around his dick and that is when him and YN came at the same time. They both fell tiredly on the bed and went to sleep. YN woke up the next morning and cooked Michael breakfast and they ate. Michael dropped her off at her house and they enjoyed their Sunday resting apart.

Michael was scared to admit that he was starting to really fall for YN. He was scared that the feeling was not going to be mutual. However, Michael didn’t know YN was feeling the same way about him. Michael didn’t know that soon he was going to be tested. Michael is going to have to open up to YN soon because his character is going to be challenged when he sees YN with someone else. Will he act as a man or go crazy?

[rhodesrider]

My Girl

Mafia!Cg!Cody R. x Spoiled!Little!Black!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Agere, mentions of weapons, affirmation, cussing, fluff, mentions of violence and self defense

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A peaceful morning, the cool breeze in the room from the AC being triggered on a timer. A pair of rich brown eyes flutter open as the sun slightly grazes their eyelids, soon a sweet yawn behind it. Y/N smiled as her eyes adjusted finally and she got up slow, as there was her boyfriend sleeping soundly next to her. She smiled and kissed him on the cheek lightly slowly moving out the bed, not knowing he was silently counting down from 10 ever since she rose outta bed. He soon smirked counting at 1 and gets up in a swift movement grabbing her before she even touched the hardwood floor. “Papa no!” She squealed and soon was back in bed, her bonnet surprisingly still gripping her head while she was now locked in back in bed cuddled up against. “What’s the password?” He grumbled. “Let me go!” “Nah that’s not it.” He yawned and she looked away to dodge his morning breath scrunching up her nose some. “Papa please I have to do my skin routine!” She wiggled and whined but he had a good grip on her. “Bahhh you don’t have to, my babygirl is so perfect without it.” He whispered and kissed her cheek. She groaned soon getting tired from the moving around and was soon giving in, his warmth and his kisses were like a spell. Cody noticed and he smirked again, “But I’ll let you do your routine-“ he loosened his grip some and Y/N stayed where she was. “Nuuuuu!” She pouted. Cody smiled and held her close getting her comfortable. “10 more minutes with papa and we both get up ok?” She nodded and hid in the blankets more as he checked messages on his work phone.

After that, they both started to get ready for the day. Joint sink bathrooms, Y/N on her side had natural creams and most products of Cocoa butter scents. Leaving her skin smooth and sweet, glowing even. She checked her face for stray hairs and got on the counter for a closer look in the giant mirror. “Off the counter princess.” Cody warned. Sure it was strong marble but he didn’t want her getting hurt. Y/N rolled her eyes some and got down soon being given a face mirror. “You have so many mirrors baby use them.” He said going back to his skin routine. “But it’s different papa.” She pouted but used the mirror given to her anyway. After that she brushed her teeth and soon released her hair from her bonnet. She sighed knowing she really doesn’t feel like doing it, it was a lot to deal with. “Want papa to take you to your hair dresser? She wouldn’t mind a walk in.” Usually that means ‘give her a big tip outta my card’ so she doesn’t mind the walk in. “It’s ok baby, I’ll just moisturize it and put it in a ponytail.” She grumbled. Cody was already done and got the products out for her. “Can I help?” She can’t really get a good grip out of her hair so he’s her best bet. She nodded at his request as he was always so fascinated with her hair. She blushed as he ran his hands through her scalp with the moisturizer, and smiled as he was able to get a beautiful high ponytail. He brushed out her hair as she took some product making some cute curls on the side. “Rating?” “9.3.” his eyebrow arched in question but soon kissed her cheek. “Ok now a 10.” “That’s what I’m talking about.”

Breakfast came around and Y/N wasn’t hungry, but still needed something in her system. “Since you’re riding with papa, you know I eat first. So, chicken biscuits?” “I’m not in the mood for bread daddy..” she pouted not hungry at all. “Fruit bowl and I’ll stop at our coffee shop for your usual.” She smiled and nodded as she could deal with that, she sat at the island in the middle of the kitchen and watched as he pulled out fresh fruit getting it ready. He had a quick protein shake and soon both finished up their outfit getting out the door. But Cody glanced out the car first, his usual car was keyed and the tires flat. He groaned as he knew it was probably some kind of cute warning. But not to his work car. “Princess let’s go take the BMW.” He smiled as he shut the door and walked her to the garage. “Why not the other car daddy?” She pouted acting like she didn’t see the damage, Cody got the remote key and unlocked it. “I gotta get it fixed.” He smiled but really he was pissed. “Get yourself in, I have to make a call.” She nodded getting in as he opened the door for her and put her seatbelt on for her kissing her nose before closing the door. He sighed and controlled his anger, soon getting his phone and calling Jey his partner.

“You got Jey.” Jey answered as he was working on his car. “They touched my car, imma need you to pull camera when you get a chance.” “Got you, did she see?” “I don’t think so but she probably did. She’s smart.” He grumbled and leaned against the car. He doesn’t want Y/N to worry about this type of stuff, bad enough she knew. When they were in the first phase of dating, a good year in he hid his job well. But one night she wanted some snacks and stumbled upon a weapon wall. It was hard to calm her down and Cody thought he was gonna lose her, but she stuck by his side. She wants to be oblivious to his job but she knows. “Get here soon, I’m heading out now.” He sighed. “I got you uce.” They hung up and Cody got in letting Y/N start the car, she likes pressing the button. “Ok so after the coffee shop I’m just dropping out off to your nail shop, you text me when you’re done so I can pick you back up. Then a little shopping nothing big.” Y/N was listening but was more worried about the car she saw. Cody glanced at her then back at the road. “Papa doesn’t like that worried face, you ok baby?” She nodded. “You sure because I would hate to just head home after the nail tech-“ “Papa…” she looked at him with daggers. “Don’t look at me like that, what’s wrong?” “Why did they do that to your car?” Cody sighed. “Because they don’t like papa. But papa doesn’t care and when he finds out who did it, well we are gonna have to talk our feelings out.” Y/N nodded understanding. “I like you.” She giggled. “You don’t love me?” He gave a dramatic gasp and Y/N took it back quick having a laugh.

Throughout the day, the two would text each other. “Ok she’s starting my nails soon, what color papa?” She asked looking at the many colors in the guide. “Periwinkle.” He simply texted back honestly kidding but was wondering if they had that color. “Ok I’ll show you the finished product after! I love you!” She put her phone down and her tech started the process as they talked gossiping here and there. With Cody, he was looking back at camera footage Jey sent, seeing the masked assailant fucking up his car. He sighed and wanted him found because that was his favorite car. “Jey, anything else?” “It looked like he wanted to break in but he just left.” Jey said watching tapes back. “Yea he was smart as fuck that he just left.” Cody hissed some in anger. “I see a tattoo as well, it’s one of Roman’s boys.” Cody rolled his eyes. “Cute. He’s still mad about the last meeting we had. Find him.” His ordered and hung up loading his gun and putting it in the dashboard. He rode to one of Roman’s Chop shops and texted him. Soon Solo came out with him, he was in a tank top gloves on working. Seeing Cody he smirked and handed solo his gloves, walking to the car. “Cody. What brings you over on my side of town?” Roman was a man of business as well, Cody simply just gave him his phone showing pictures of the man’s exposed arms. “He fucked up my car and was thinking about breaking in my house.” Roman saw the tattoo. “It looks like one of my boys but i cut him loose a while back I think this is one that’s wanted and I’m looking for him too.” He grumbled. “Lemme know if you see him.” He gave the phone back to Cody. “You won’t protect him?” “He’s on my shit list he was trying to touch my girl.” He sighed. Cody looked behind Roman some seeing a girl handing out bottles of water for the guys to take a break. “Dasha? Making a pass at her? I’m surprised he’s not dead.” “She told me last minute. She broke down and was scared to tell me.” Even though most of the time these two don’t get along, they understand protecting what’s theirs. “I’ll let you know if he comes back around.” Cody saids and Roman nods patting the roof going back in the shop. He smiled at Dasha as she handed him a bottle as well, he smiled and kissed her forehead in thanks. She waved bye at Cody and he nodded driving off. Soon he got a text from Y/N, her nails were done. Seeing the picture of beautiful almond cute periwinkle nails, Cody loved them. He sent some hearts along with “I’ll be there soon.” But soon he saw a text that made his heart drop,

“Papa your friend just picked me up.”

Cody soon started to book it and track Y/N trying to know her exact location. He practiced this with her, making sure if this happened she would stay calm and act like nothing is wrong. “Princess, remember I love you. 5 minutes.” She read the text and looked at the driver some. She sighed keeping calm and smiled. “Could we turn on some music?” She asked. “Sure.” The dude smiled and turned on the radio. Yea, this was definitely not one of his men. They offer her bluetooth. She reached in her purse slow outta his view, and at a stop sign, she pulled out a knife cutting the side of his neck. He screamed at the top of his lungs, she got out the car and booked it for the nearest police station in town. The officer at the front desk looked at her seeing blood on her hand and face, lucky Cody paid of the police department. “Where’s Rhodes?” The policemen said. “Text him I’m here and let me hide in the booth.” Y/N instructed. The cop nodded and did so as she sat on the floor cleaning herself off. There were cops responding to the man she stabbed since he stopped in the middle of the road and caused a wreck. She sat on the floor getting her thoughts together. ‘Why am I always in some shit…’ she groaned.

Cody busted in the police station and looked in the booth dropping on his knees and hugging Y/N close. “You’re late.” She hissed and got up angry at the fact she has some man’s blood in his hair and stained in her nails. “I’m so sorry.” Cody sighed and held her so close embracing her. Soon regressing back, away from her anger filled automatic personality, she whimpered and started to cry. She was about to get kidnapped. “I know baby, I’m sorry papa wasn’t there.” He could tell the difference. Y/N shook in his arms and he simply picked her up and walked her out saying thank you to the police men.

At home, she sat in bed under blankets trying to relax. She was about to be taken away and if it succeeded what would have happened. She heard a knock on the door flinching slightly and peeked seeing it was Cody again. Coming up with some water and sitting by her. “You look cold.” He simply said. He got behind her in the bed and held her close. “Papa…he was gonna take me away…” she whimpered. “No he wasn’t.” She looked up seeing that Cody had some dried tears as well. “No one was gonna take you from me. Papa got to you. Papa got you home safe as sound. I promised at that the first time we met right?” She nodded looking out the window. “What if they come back for me again?” “I’ll kill them princess. You did such a good job defending yourself. But papa protects you. No matter what.” He said as he held her close. She enjoyed his embrace and felt a simple kiss on the lips. “Thank you Cody…” she mumbled and stayed in his arms as he rocked her back and forth. Cody was in anger, it might not be now but when the time is right he will find out who is behind this sending men to his home and trying to patience and bothering his peace…

[nikethestatue]

Butter My Bread

Elriel Month 2023 (Glances and Touches)

Elain Archeron is cranky and hungry. All she wants is some toast and bread. During Rhysand's birthday celebration, she uses an unexpected utensil to finally get her bread buttered. And then, all hell breaks loose!

No warnings! Just nice clean fun

Elain Archeron did not like chaos.

Not at all. She didn’t like things to be messy. She didn’t like disorganisation. She didn’t like spills, or rips, or dirty dishes. She didn’t like dust, or grime, or water stains. And today, was just of those days.

The kitchen, the larder, the pantry were all a mess—cakes were being baked, crates of fruits and vegetables piled on the floor, berry juice smeared over the counter, and crumbs were on the huntboard. You know what else didn’t help? Cassian. Cassian, sweet and too big, in this space, pawing at food, ‘sampling’ tarts and pies, offering advice that no one needed, dropping things on the floor.

“You are interfering,” Cerridwen told him sternly.

Defensively, he argued, “I am assisting. Not interfering.”

“One man’s ‘assisting’ is another man’s ‘interfering’,” Nuala threw at him. “Do you want to get in trouble with Elain?”

“Petal loves me,” he told her with bold confidence.

“If you eat another of her blackberry tarts, she will cut off your arm,” Cerridwen just shrugged, as she offered the gruesome warning.

“Precisely. She makes them for Azriel,” the latter was whispered in a hushed tone by Nuala.

“Why is he getting blackberry tarts?” Cassian frowned jealously. “I want them too!”

Cerridwen sighed and then murmured in a sing-song tone, “She luuuurvvess him…”

Brows knitted, Cassian stared at her dumbly.

“Who?”

“Elain.”

“Loves who?” he repeated.

The twins rolled their eyes and Cassian roiled his back at them.

“Elain’s got a mate,” Cassian reminded them. “Lucien likes blackberry tarts?”

“Sure,” Nuala sighed dramatically. “She baked them for Lucien,”

Cassian’s eyes jumped between the two sisters and then he announced, “well, since no one here appreciates my input, I guess I will be on my way.

“I hope that you are all cooking Rhys’s favourites!”

“Oh don’t worry. Only the best for the High Lord.”

Just before he left the kitchen, Cassian paused and then turned and asked,

“Wait, are you saying that Elain likes Azriel?”

Cerridwen looked at him and asked, “What would give you that idea?”

He smirked to himself. Yes, exactly!

 *

It was Rhysand’s birthday.

Elain had spent the morning at the market, mostly to avoid listening to her sister getting railed by her mate. It was challenging—living with the two, now three of them. She appreciated the kindness, she loved baby Nyx and tending to him was her joy, but she always felt like an intruder. She was like a fifth leg on a dog—unnecessary, and ungainly.

And things have been even more uncomfortable lately, for a variety of reasons. She felt like she had no privacy, and with Fae’s acute scenting, she spent half of her time dodging her sister and Rhysand, or bathing. And Rhys was still watching her like a hawk, even two years after that Solstice. She’d learned how to navigate his suspicions, how to assuage his worries and how to dodge him, but she also existed in a permanent state of acute anxiety, which just didn’t help at all.

And what’s more, Cassian ate two of the blackberry tarts, and Elain was miffed. Ehhh…She was miffed at many things today, because the day wasn’t going well. She didn’t find fennel at the market, so her idea for a chicken dish with fennel and oranges went straight to Hel, and she was forced to think of something completely different on the spot. Elain liked to plan, so this wasn’t the way she enjoyed doing things.

She passed by the various stalls, the sight of meat and fish making her kind of queasy and the fact that she couldn’t make her chicken dish was making her upset.

“What’s wrong?”

Azriel’s soft, dark, husky voice startled her. How could a man so large, with his massive wings and enormous height, move so silently? How could he navigate among the shoppers and somehow, part them so smoothly, that Elain didn’t notice or sense him until the side of his arm was brushing against her body.

“Nothing,” was all she answered.

A smile touched his lips at her surly attitude and he pressed,

“Can I help?”

“No!”

He smiled again and then took her basket.

“Let me carry this,” he said. “Tell me what’s wrong, sunshine?”

Exasperated, she announced aggressively, “they don’t have any of the ingredients I need! I am running behind. I am hungry. Cass ate all the blackberry tarts!”

“What do you want to eat?” he asked at once.

“Nothing,” she said petulantly.

“Elain,” he prodded.

“What?” she snapped. “I don’t want anything from here. It all looks disgusting. I want toast!”

“Alright, let me get you some toast then,” he offered reasonably.

“They don’t have the toast that I want,” she argued, her lip almost wobbling from how upset she was. “I don’t want to do this birthday celebration. I want toast. I want toast with butter.”

He gently took her hand and pulled her alongside him.

“Let me get you some toast, beautiful,” he implored. “I don’t want you to be upset. It’s just bread,”

“It’s not just bread!” she stomped her foot. “I want it with butter. I want bread and butter. And I don’t want to do the birthday celebration. Rhysand doesn’t even like me,”

“That’s not true, sunshine,” Azriel argued gently, herding her away from the meat and the fish stalls. “He likes you very much,”

“No he doesn’t,” she insisted.

“He doesn’t like you with me,” he corrected. “Otherwise, he adores you.”

“So why am I baking him cakes and making him dinner if he is keeping me away from the only thing that I want in my life?”

Azriel’s sharp features softened and he stopped in the middle of the road, and gently brushed his knuckles over her cheek.

“Am I the only thing you want?”

“You know it,” she murmured, kissing the scarred skin of his hand. “The one and only.”

Azriel looked around and his eyes zoomed on the gorgeous display of fish and seafood.

“Why don’t we get a couple of these large salmon—everyone likes salmon, don’t they? Some of these scallops—Rhys’s favourite and then we can send them directly to the River Estate. And I can take you out and get you some toast,”

She considered everything he said, wrinkled her nose at the seafood, and then nodded with approval.

“With butter,” she warned.

“With butter.”

 *

Rhysand observed the gathering in front of him.

He was seated in an armchair, his arm firmly wrapped around his mate’s hip. Feyre, gorgeous in a pale blue gown, with her long hair loose and pinned with two diamond combs, lightly stroked his hand with hers, as she laughed at something with Mor. Mor’s already had a little too much to drink, and they haven’t even had dinner yet. It was something that he and Feyre had discussed before, on many occasions—Mor’s excessive drinking, which slowly, but surely morphed into controlled alcoholism. They’d have to address it with her. Eventually. Today wasn’t the day. Tonight was for celebrations, and not accusations or revelations.

Tonight, he wanted to enjoy being with the people that he loved.

He watched Lucien and Helion from the corner of his eye—their tentative, stilted conversation, as the two of them navigated their new reality. That of a father and son.

Rhysand wasn’t surprised by the fact that the news came as a shock to them both, and they didn’t rush into each other’s embrace letting all the bygones be bygones. It would take time. It was particularly difficult for Lucien, who struggled with being the seventh son of one High Lord, to becoming the heir apparent to another Court. All the while absorbing and dealing with the betrayal of his mother, who’d made choices that affected both him, and Helion. Rhys didn’t know what to think of the Lady’s decisions. He couldn’t judge her, but he also understood Lucien’s anger, for the male suffered for most of his life for sins not of his own making.

Rhys shifted in his seat, glancing at the loud red-headed Queen, who accompanied Lucien. The male had brass balls. He had the audacity to bring his apparent lover to this dinner, knowing fully that his mate would be here as well.

Rhys’s eyes moved on to the said mate—Elain. She sat by her favourite window, on the cushioned window seat, her back straight, her long golden-brown hair loose just like Feyre. There was a frown on Elain’s beautiful face, a sneer that she was attempting to hide, but evidently forgetting that it was there—bracketing her mouth, furrowing her brow. She’s been in a mood lately. He knew that she was avoiding him, and even Feyre. She took Nyxie to his playdates and cared for him when duties called Feyre away, but she preferred to take her meals on her own, or told them that she would be dining in the city. Feyre proposed that maybe Elain had a suitor, though he found the idea preposterous.

Unsurprisingly, Azriel made a quick, but determined stroll towards the object of his obsession. God, the male could never go for an available female! First it was Morrigan, who refused his advances, for whatever unknown reason. Though Rhys suspected that Mor wouldn’t be seen with a bastard born Illyrian, and therefore, cut her losses quickly. And now it was Elain, who had a mate. There were plenty of other—available—females out there, but Azriel insisted on pining for those he couldn’t have.

Whatever. Rhysand gave him an order and that was that. Azriel took an oath and it was his duty to serve his High Lord. Do his High Lord’s bidding. Even if Rhys felt marginally bad for his brother, he also understood that politically, this was wise. Elain was not Azriel’s. She wasn’t meant for him.

He watched Azriel whisper something close to her ear, and then offered her a glass of ice water.

“Are we getting to the table any time this year?!” Cassian groaned loudly and theatrically, not waiting for anyone else, including the High Lord/birthday boy.

“You’d think you haven’t eaten for a week,” Nesta snapped at him. “Wait up and let the others sit.”

Nothing changed between these two. Ever. They bickered and taunted each other, only to fall into some rapturous sexual adventure once they jacked one another up enough to start tearing their clothes off. The pairing was not Rhys’s favourite, but it was better than Elain and Azriel.

“Sorry if I’ve been saving up for this dinner!” Cassian patted his stomach. “I bet petal’s made all kinds of delicious things.”

Elain smiled at him, though it looked more like a scowl, and then got up from her window seat, with Azriel hovering behind her like a shadow.

Rhys wondered if Azriel knew how obvious he was?

But maybe not. Because apparently, Cassian still had no idea that Azriel desired Elain.

It was…messy.

Amren took her seat first, not waiting for anyone else, as if she was the hungriest of them all. Everyone knew that she’d barely eat anything.

At last, everyone was seated behind the lavishly decorated table and Cassian began pouring wine, laughing at something with Mor.

“To another 540 years of bliss, Rhysie!” Cassian raised his glass and wrapped his heavy arm around Rhys’s shoulders. Rhys sighed and whispered, “please don’t remind me…”

“Come on, brother! You are still a spring chicken!”

“Most of the days, I feel like a well-aged rooster that’s being fattened up for the next soup,”

Elain snorted a laugh—the first genuine one that Rhys had observed from her.

Feyre got up and cupped his face in her hands, before pressing her lips softly to his.

“Happy birthday, Rhysand darling.”

“Thank you, my love. And everyone who joined me tonight. You make my life complete.”

“Completely intolerable more like,” Helion joked, raising his glass as well.

“I wasn’t going to say that…but now that you mentioned it,” Rhys smirked and sat back down.

Nuala, Cerridwen and other servants began bringing platters of food out—smoked fish, Azriel’s beloved beet salad, carefully arranged boards of cheeses, cured meats and dried fruit, spicy meatballs that both Nesta and Elain loved, bread and butter.

The conversation fell into the usual back and forth of jokes, jabs, laughter, teasing, and stories.

It was both disturbing and adorable to watch Azriel hover over Elain like a mother hen, offering her this and that, though she only picked at some salad and didn’t lose her scowly expression. Whatever was bothering her, the dinner wasn’t making it much better.

“May I have the bread?” she asked Vassa, who was nearest to the breadbasket. Before Vassa heard her, the bread was snatched away by Helion, and then went over to Feyre.

“May I have the bread please?” Elain requested again, eyeing the basket hungrily.

“Hold on one sec, petal,” Cassian reached across the table, but the corner of his jacket swiped Elain’s silverware off the table and onto the floor.

“Oh fuck!” he cried out, “sorry!”

In the commotion and all the jostling, no one noticed how Elain got up and suddenly, her voice boomed loudly, an angry note to it,

“May I have the gods-damned bread! For fuck’s sake!”

Everything and everyone came to a complete halt. Elain using her voice this loudly was unheard of. Elain cursing and using bad language was shocking.

Azriel stood up abruptly and grabbed the bread, while everyone just stared in confusion.

It was what she did after she got a thick slice of crust bread that really lived on in the family lore.

Without batting an eye, Elain clasped the hilt of Truth Teller which was attached to Azriel’s thigh and pulled it out of the sheath, slamming it into the butter dish and smearing her bread with a heaping mound of butter.

While utensils dropped and clattered on the plates and the table and everyone just stared, mouths gaping, eyes wide, she slumped back down in her chair and bit into the slice with an audible pleasure-filled ‘mmm’.

Elain Archeron just used Truth Teller, with which she killed the King of Hybern, to butter her bread.

Azriel’s only reaction was to ask ‘good?’”

“So good!” she nodded eagerly, chomping the bread down like she hasn’t eaten in a month.

Mor began choking on her salmon loudly, while Helion was slapping her back, everyone was looking around, like lost children, while Azriel tore off another generous slice of bread for Elain, who used Truth Teller to smear butter on it.

“I hope it’s disinfected,” Nesta wrinkled her nose, watching the blade spread soft butter over the bread.

“it’s fine,” Elain waved her hand. Chewing contently, she asked Mor, “are you alright?”

Mor was still gasping for air, with Feyre and Helion hovering over her, and Lucien pouring her a glass of water.

Amren was chuckling.

Rhysand was feeling perplexed. Like something was happening around him, and he didn’t understand what it was. A secret that he was not privy to.

Mor finally caught her breath, panting loudly, her beautiful face red and sweaty. She collapsed back in her chair, watching Elain and Azriel, while Elain was busy with her bread.

“What would you do if I was choking?” Elain suddenly asked with a grin, looking directly at Az.

Azriel almost choked himself on his wine and then said quickly, absently, his eyes on Mor, “Pull back a little…or release your throat,”

“Wha-?” Cassian’s eyes bugged out and the rest of the table turned to the shadowsinger now, staring at him with confusion and incomprehension.

“What are you talking about?” Feyre queried, puzzlement on her lovely, soft face. “You shouldn’t even be touching her throat if she is choking,”

Elain squirmed in her seat, her cheek bright red, and a light sheen of sweat sprung over Azriel’s temples, while Rhys’s eyes became as big as saucers.

“Feyre darling,” he reached out to drag his fingers over Feyre’s cheek. “What Az means to say is,”

“I am having a baby,” Azriel declared loudly, his voice both panicked and excited. His gaze found Elain’s wide, shocked doe eyes and he smiled at her, before saying, “Elain…Elain is having a baby. We are having a baby.”

Complete silence engulfed the air around them. Such deafening silence that everyone’s rapid breaths sounded like gongs. Amren grinned like a fiend. A deep crease originated between Nesta’s eyebrows as she glared at Azriel.

“Wait, what? I am confused,” Cassian broke the silence at last, his head pinging back and forth, seeking answers. “What baby?”

“Azriel!” Rhys rose from his chair, his look both enraged and horrified. “What did you do?!”

“Yes, I’d like to know that as well,” Lucien shrieked from the other side of the table.

Azriel gently placed his large, scarred hand over Elain’s flat belly and said,

“Save it, Rhysand,”

“Wait, I don’t understand,” Cassian repeated helplessly. “Why are you having a babe with Elain? What’s that mean? “It means,” Nesta snapped angrily, “that he impregnated Elain! That’s what it means! He took her dishonourably and,”

“Wait a minute!” Elain slapped her palm over the table, so that the dishes jumped and the glasses clanged, “he did not take me dishonourably!”

“Flower,” Azriel cautioned her gently, trying to pull her back, but she glared at them all and suddenly twisted her finger and showed the crowd a ring that adorned her finger. It was a hefty thing, with a large square sapphire and diamonds around it.

“We are married,” she said softly.

A tense beat of even more shock, more surprise, more of everything fell on the table.

In the doorway, the wraith twins stood silently, both grinning.

A whoop of such utter joy and love tore from Cassian’s lungs, as he tackled both Elain and Azriel in his massive arms, lifting them off the floor that even Rhys stopped in his tracks.

“You got your girl, Az.”

Azriel, looking emotional, nodded, pressing his face into his friend’s neck.

“I got my girl,” he confirmed breathlessly.

Cassian pulled him closer, embracing him tightly.

“The one that’s for you!”

“Yes. My girl. The only one for me.”

“We made it, brother,” Cassian gasped, tears streaming down his sharp cheekbones, as he squeezed Azriel’s face in his hands.

Azriel stepped into his brother embrace, wrapping his arms around the general, and whispered, “We made it, Cass. We really did. And now, I finally have my girl and my babe.”

Elain stood next to them, wiping her own tears, while the two greatest Illyrian warriors wrapped their arms around her, kissing the top of her head together, at once.

“Now, can someone please get my pregnant wife some toast?” Azriel asked, holding her to him, and never letting go.

[the-masked-ram]

A Perfect Place for a Pet- Kuroko x Akashi x Reader Commission

CW: NSFW, fem reader, poly relationship, pet/master, DDlg, impact play, knife play, some mild mentions of blood, mild breath play, collar/leash play, bondage, dubious consent, yandere, college AU, double penetration, anal sex, vaginal sex, oral sex, voyeurism, unsafe sex, breeding kink, abduction A/N: One of my favorite poly comms to write for the wonderful @crowned-peony. Such a great commissioner as per usual, and seriously it was so fun to write for these two KNB jocks <3 I don't get to write KNB nearly often enough Also I don't normally do this for my pieces but since this thing is a monster I will put the word count WC: 17+k

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Lunch on campus was never something extravagant. Sometimes it was sandwiches, sometimes it was soup, and sometimes it was something fancy that everyone looked forward to like pasta. But that fancy pasta wasn’t even truly fancy like what you made at home. Still today was one of those days, it was chicken alfredo, and you were thoroughly enjoying the creamy sauce with just the right amount of garlic.

A chocolate chip cookie sat off to the side of your tray, taunting you to hurry with your noodles so you could indulge in its sugary sweetness. Your friends sat on either side of you. People you’d found in the years during your college stay. People who supported you, one was eating a sandwich, one of those ones they made every morning and wrapped up for the day. The other was eating the same plate as you but had a bowl of fruit with it as well.

“So have you seen the new additions to the basketball team?” your friend to the right said.

“The ones who transferred over halfway through last year?” you asked.

She nodded, “They are so fucking gorgeous.”

She squirmed in her seat, and you didn’t blame her. They were beautiful, two men you’d watched from afar with barely disguised lust. Kuroko and Akashi, you’d heard their names in passing, you would never have the bravery to approach them on your own. Though Kuroko seemed friendly enough, he never left Akashi’s side, and that red head radiated cool confidence, so much of it that it cowed you from across the room. But oh, did you wish you could talk to them. You wished you had the pride and the confidence to walk up to them, tilt your head, bat your eyes, and draw them in with an innocent question. Still, you knew that would never be. That wasn’t who you were.

You were soft, shy, introverted though you craved attention. Perhaps you leaned toward being an ambivert. So, often you found yourself desperate for company to combat the loneliness you created within yourself. But that was hard when you so easily got overexerted and needed to recharge at home under a fluffy blanket with a book in hand and some TV show you’d seen hundreds of times playing in the background.

You didn’t realize that you’d garnered the interest of a pair of calculating red eyes.

---

Kuroko had noticed though; it was hard not to when his friend and partner had been distracted. Akashi was never someone who let his attention stray too much from the subject at hand, even if that subject was just listening to Kuroko yammer on at lunch.

Once Tetsuya fell silent though he found his boyfriend’s attention wandering to the side, over his shoulder. Kuroko turned his head, though not even Seijuro seemed to notice him doing it. The taller college student didn’t even seem to be aware that his own attention had drifted. But it didn’t take long for Tetsuya to find the source of his distraction.

“Hmmm, she’s cute,” Kuroko said, his voice was the usual bland tone, but he never said something he didn’t mean.

Akashi blinked and turned his gaze back to his boyfriend before it drifted once more towards you, “Yeah, she is. But that’s not all it is. I just… haven’t figured her out yet.”

“I’ve missed you,” Kuroko said softly, reaching out to trail his fingers across the back of Akashi’s hand. “Maybe we need someone new. To keep us stable, we need to stop breaking up and then coming back together. Maybe… she….”

Tetsuya broke off when the three of you stood behind him and threw away the trash from your lunches. Your trajectory brought all of you right past the two boys’ table. The two girls that flanked you stared unabashedly at him and Akashi. But ever the quiet one in the center, you who had drawn the attention of his partner, kept your gaze ahead, only diverting it from the path you walked long enough to check your planner.

“She’s interesting,” Kuroko agreed and his blue, usually gentle eyes narrowed, showing a flicker of something darker.

“Would you like a pet? Tetsuya?” Seijuro asked.

Tetsuya laughed but there was desire in his expression as he watched you walk away. Your hips swayed and your thighs looked so soft, perfect for sinking his teeth into. It was as if all of you was meant to be bruised by the two of them. It was only too easy for his attention to be snagged once Akashi’s was. There was no reason for him to answer Akashi out loud, because when he looked back into his lover’s red eyes, he saw his own growing desires reflected tenfold.

--- “Who is she?” Kuroko asks from beside him.

Akashi looks at you as you sit across the room at your desk. A smile graces your features, both he and Tetsuya had found their attention wandering to you more and more. Their conversations often turn to you as the topic. Eventually, becoming part of their relationship wasn’t just an undiscussed desire. Now it had been picked apart to the minutia. There was very little wrong with the idea in their eyes. The only problem would be if you said no.

Seijuro, however, knew there were many ways to make you see their view. Yet, he wanted to do the one with the least likely failure rate.

“Do you actually know her?” Kuroko prodded again, pushing past Akashi’s thoughts.

Seijuro scoffed, “Of course I do. I wouldn’t want her otherwise. She’s from my shogi club.”

Tetsuya turned his blue eyes onto you again, curiosity sparking deep within them. The innocence shining on your face surprised him. Why would you be into a cutthroat and manipulative game like shogi? How could someone as bright and happy as you be good enough at it to capture his boyfriend’s attention?

Usually, the only people Akashi played shogi with were either himself or people extremely competitive. Could you be like that? Or was there something about your softness, your gentle energy that had ensnared the redhead?

“Pay attention! This is coming up on the test in a week,” the teacher said strictly, pointing to the chalkboard.

Akashi rolled his eyes toward the information, looked over at Kuroko who was idly writing it down, and then glanced down at you. Your notes were a mess from what scribbles he could see, and you were just adding to the clutter. Your panicked writing made no sense, but perhaps it did to you. He sure hoped it did since the test counted for a third of everyone’s grade. It was the closest thing to a final you’d all get in the class.

“Hmm,” Akashi hummed thoughtfully, and Tetsuya leaned over, trying to see what had caught his attention this time.

He narrowed his red eyes at his boyfriend, trying to move his shoulder out of Kuroko’s space so he could have some breathing room.

“What did you see?” the shorter man asked.

“I think I know of a way to approach her,” Seijuro murmured, resting his cheek on his knuckles as a cruel smirk curled his lips.

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You were scrambling desperately to gather all your notes together. Now, after everything towered in stacks of paper that threatened to fall at any moment, you needed to find the books. There were so many books, so many you didn’t even recognize the name of. How could you be this unprepared? You’d been in that class from day one, taking notes, scribbling things down that were both important and unimportant.

You sighed as you pulled down another book, your eyes scanned the first page and title when you realized that it wasn’t the one you needed. Just two more books, right? Just two more, you looked down at the paper seeing the other three were checked off.

How had you missed the warning for the test two weeks ago? These kinds of tests were usually given with at least three weeks’ notice. You felt like perhaps that was a day you were sick. Maybe that was a day when the anxiety was crushing you with so much brain fog you felt like you were drowning.

You weren’t sure, you couldn’t remember, and you felt like crying, like tearing your hair out and throwing a tantrum. But you couldn’t, once again, you couldn’t because it was painful to be seen with your lip wobbling like it was now and how your tears were filling your waterline. Your breath tried to hiccup in your chest, but you pushed it down instead, you swallowed it deep into your gut.

“You look like you’re struggling there, Little Rabbit,” a deep voice said from beside you.

You blinked and a single tear tracked its way down your cheek as you turned. A redhead stood next to you, leaning nonchalantly against the shelves. He tilted his head, and you recognized him as the one you and your friends were drooling over earlier.

The sound of footsteps scuffing the carpet beside the two of you caused you to turn again. This time you’d moved into half a circle as you stared at the boy with blue hair that so often seemed attached to this red head’s side.

“Don’t tease the Bunny, Akashi,” the newcomer said and reached out to wipe away the tear drying on your face.

You flinched, nerves flaring up in your mind again. It was like they were wolves in sheep’s clothing. You could see the soothing, innocent façade they put up but something inside you, some instinct twisted, screamed at you to run. You didn’t though, this happened often, this fear of the normal.

Normal… was it normal to wipe away a stranger’s tear? To subtly tease someone for having an anxiety attack about an upcoming test? But… was that what was really happening? There didn’t seem to be any malice behind their red and blue eyes. If there was… it had to be your imagination, right?

That tiny seed of doubt was easily smothered by a fistful of positivity. The desire you always carried with you, to believe the best in people. You smiled awkwardly, fragilely, as if something inside you was waiting to crack and you scrubbed your palm in frustration against the tear track that had already been cleared from your cheek.

“Sorry you had to see me like that,” you said, your eyes wandering back over your shoulder at the tall shelves of books. “I just… feel so overwhelmed this time around.”

“With Stearl’s class?” Kuroko asked, his attention following where your gaze fell.

“Yeah,” you sighed. “I’m just barely holding onto my B in that class.”

You shook your head and disappointment showed in your face. Something dark gripped your heart. Self-hatred, anger, frustration, all pointed at yourself. How could you have let college get away from you so easily?

“We’re in that class too,” Akashi said nonchalantly, examining his cuticles before looking at you from underneath his lashes.

Kuroko looked over your shoulder and you watched his eye flick over the list in your hand before his long fingers pulled out a single book.

“This one has footnotes. It’s easier to understand,” he handed it to you with a bright smile curving his lips, though it never quite reached his eyes.

You looked down at the item in your hands, and then up at the two of them. Suddenly you weren’t scared of them, instead you just felt relief. This made your job just a bit easier.

“I know,” Akashi said slowly, as if he were testing the words on his tongue. “Why don’t you join our study group?”

Gratitude, sheer gratitude, flooded your system and tears threatened to break through your resolve once again. Kuroko grinned wider and this time a spark lit within his dimmed pupils.

“I think that’s the perfect solution Seijuro,” there was a lilt of mischief in his voice that you didn’t pick up.

You were too stuck on trying not to cry as that feeling of overwhelming relief broke away your stress. Your hands shook a bit but all you could do was bow your head.

“Thank you, I don’t know how to repay you,” you murmured.

“Bring some cookies,” Kuroko chirped.

“Play me in shogi again,” Akashi said.

You laughed, it was watery and weak, but it was real. Tension melted away from your body and you nodded in agreement to their terms.

---

It had gone so smoothly, and Akashi leaned back in the chair at the fast-food restaurant with a confident, near arrogant, smirk dancing across his lips. He knew it would happen, but he didn’t realize how effortlessly you would mold to their whims. He watched with affectionately narrowed eyes as you and Tetsuya ordered a second set of drinks at the counter.

You shook your head at something and threw your head back to laugh. It showed off the line of your beautifully curved throat and Akashi’s mouth watered. He wanted to bite your flesh, mark it, bruise it, draw just a bead of blood, and let the world know you were owned.

He turned his attention back to the books and papers spread out on the small table in front of him. He couldn’t let himself lose control in public. He shifted in his seat, hoping the half chub growing in his pants would go down as his eyes began to scan over the study plans, he’d made for you. He and Kuroko were both fine, knew the material down pat, but it was easy enough to act like they needed to study.

The sound of feet squeaking over tile had his attention snapping up to find the two of you walking back. Kuroko held two drinks and you were sucking on a straw that was in a milkshake topped high with whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles. Your eyes were glowing as you smiled at Seijuro around the plastic between your lips. He met your positivity as best as he could.

There was something about the innocence you held so easily in your expression when you looked at him. He felt things he shouldn’t creep along the back of his neck, whispered words he should never think brushed through his mind. But Akashi didn’t push them away. He didn’t ignore them like a sane person would. Instead, he embraced them. He embraced the fact that every fiber in his being wanted to keep you caged, safe, and where he and Tetsuya could have you at their fingertips whenever they wanted.

“We got you something,” Kuroko said, pressing a coke into Akashi’s palm with a meaningful look.

That quiet stare said Seijuro’s intentions were shining through, and he needed to get a handle on himself. He shot his partner a secretive smile and took a sip from his drink to try and get his wandering mind under control.

“Alright, are we ready to start again?” Tetsuya asked with excitement threading through his bland tone as he sat down.

You nodded, finally taking one last sip of your milkshake and setting it aside. The rest of the session went well, just like the other two had before that. Slowly the three of you had moved away from meeting up at the school to meeting up at a public place outside of it. And even more slowly, Akashi was setting up the board to box you in, steal your territory until you had no hope but to bend to his and Tesuya’s will.

As you packed up, a smile of relief curved your lips, and a sigh left you so strongly that your entire body seemed to melt with it.

“I don’t know what I would have done if it weren’t for you two, you know?” you said jovially, as you swung your shoulder bag over your neck and fixed the protective pad into place.

“It’s no trouble for us, really,” Kuroko said, brushing off the gratitude without a thought. “We’d be studying anyway.”

Akashi knew it was a down and out lie, but he hid his smile by taking the straw from his Coke into his mouth and picking up his bag. Kuroko shifted until his backpack sat correctly and the three of you walked out of the restaurant together.

“We just have time for one more meet up before the test,” you said.

“Do you feel prepared?” Seijuro asked.

You shook your head, “I’m not sure I ever will feel confident, but I think I’m as close to it as possible. This last session will just be making sure I have everything locked tight away in there.”

You knocked your knuckles against your skull. Tetsuya shared a look with Akashi, one the red head had seen often but wasn’t quite sure where his boyfriend was going with it this time.

“Let’s do the last session at our place,” Kuroko motioned between him and Seijuro.

Akashi smiled easily. Sometimes Kuroko’s calculating side even surprised him. But he knew ultimately how dark the corners of Tetsuya’s mind could get. Especially when he wanted something, and he could see it in those blue eyes, Kuroko wanted you.

Akashi wasn’t sure if it was as bad as he did, but it didn’t matter, they were both on the same page, which meant they would work in perfect tandem. Just like they could on the court. They were a team that could put everyone else to shame. Akashi would always take advantage of that; he loved having the upper hand.

“You sure?” you asked, blinking up at the two of them as you finished slurping down your milkshake.

Akashi nodded in agreement, “Of course, it’ll make it so we can study longer.”

You fell silent for a moment, your brow furrowed in that way he recognized during shogi matches when there was several moves you could make, and you had to think things over. Finally, though you met both of their eyes and nodded confidently.

As they dropped you off at the bus stop, Akashi watched you leave with narrowed eyes and Koroko waved you away with his signature emotionless face.

“I like her,” Tetsuya said, finally turning to his boyfriend.

“I can tell,” Akashi scoffed.

“Don’t act like you don’t feel the same,” Kuroko sighed as they began to walk in the opposite direction than where your bus had gone.

“I never said I don’t feel the same. But it’s not just that I like her,” Akashi said slowly, carefully. “It’s that I want her. I’m tired of waiting. We should show her how perfect it can be, with the three of us together.”

Tetsuya glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, but slowly a small smile perked the corners of his lips.

“I think you’re right,” he finally agreed, his fingers worming their way between Seijuro’s despite the red head’s dislike for public displays of affection.

Still Akashi didn’t drop his hand, instead he silently squeezed the smaller man’s palm. This would make everything better; you were the cornerstone they needed.

“So, you’re ready then?” Akashi asked.

“You’re being unusually worried about my feelings on this matter,” Tetsuya said.

Seijuro rolled his eyes, “This is something that will change the whole dynamic.”

“Only for the better,” Kuroko whispered, his words carrying the weight of a promise. “I swear nothing, but good things will happen from this.”

Akashi felt a flare of nerves, something foreign to him. He’d seen all the possible outcomes to this. Still, this was so different, they’d never crossed the threshold of bringing another into their relationship. It had always been just them when they were together. Yet, he knew you’d be perfect. You were perfect. Just like Tetsuya was, with the two of you together he would have everything he needed. The both of them would have everything to complete their bond.

Akashi trusted Kuroko’s blind faith in what would happen. Tetsuya had never steered him wrong before.

---

Akashi’s flat was large and beautiful. It didn’t surprise you, though, considering both him and Tetsuya were in America on a scholarship. However, you had learned from Akashi himself the more you spent time with them, that his family was well off even back in his home country.

Tetsuya stayed with him on occasion but there was no inclination they actually lived together full time. The common space was large and open, not even the kitchen was walled off by anything more than the island that served as a table. There were a few aesthetics from Japan but not much. Most of it was art, a shogi board, and a couple sitting pillows around a lowered table where the game sat.

You stood still in the entry way, uncertain if you were supposed to take off your shoes. But when your eyes fell on the shoe rack and then noticed Akashi toeing his sneakers off you got your answer. You were too focused on unlacing your ankle boots to notice both boys give you an approving look.

When you stood up straight, Akashi was already moving into the house and Tetsuya was holding out his hand to you. His face was emotionless even though he had his head cocked curiously to the side. You smiled, comforted by his familiar actions and slipped your hand lightly into his. He gripped you gently and led you over the threshold.

What you noticed strangely was that he didn’t let go of you once the two of you were inside. Neither he nor Akashi addressed it either. They acted instead like it was completely normal.

Your stomach fluttered with embarrassment and your eyes skipped away from them. You felt like Kuroko holding your hand meant something more than just leading you inside, offering your comfort, or even simple flirting. You felt an excited tension in the air you couldn’t name, though you were certain you were just imagining it. At least that was what you convinced yourself.

You pushed your anxieties away, instead forcing yourself to enjoy your time with the two of them even though you were all there to study. All of you took a stool around the island with glasses filled with water as you prepared to tackle the books once again.

It was an easy study session. You knew most of the material already, like you said last time, it really was just about making sure you had it all memorized. Once making sure it was easily at the tips of your fingers, Akashi and you found yourselves around the shogi table playing a game while Kuroko made lunch. It was strange having someone else wait on you, bring you something to drink, make you food, and make sure you were entertained, when that was what you were used to doing.  It was strange but you didn’t dislike it. In fact, you wanted to relish in it.

As the quiet click of shogi tiles hitting the board filled the living room, the sound of something else slowly began to take over. Something from the outside that reminded you of an awful lot of shogi games. Your eyes dragged over to the window just a few feet down the wall. Water rolled outside the glass, it was small drops at first, but within just a minute of you watching it the trails turned fat and the rain became violent. You’d be soaked as soon as you stepped outside.

Your face fell, you could feel the sensation start in your expression and swoop all the way to your chest and then through to your toes. You hadn’t brought an umbrella. Everything in you knew you would be shivering and sopping wet by the time you got home. You didn’t even have anything more than a thin sweatshirt to keep you warm.

Your wide eyes turned to Akashi who was looking calmly at the window. The time you were supposed to leave was ticking closer. You only had an hour.

“Stay here until it stops, maybe it’s a quick passing storm,” Tetsuya said as he placed some late lunch down at the table and Akashi moved the shogi board carefully to the side.

Not a single piece slid out of place, and it reminded you that Seijuro was careful with everything he did in life. He planned everything out. So, this sudden change in weather and you uprooting the rest of his day must have been upsetting him despite him not showing it.

“I’ll leave soon,” you said quickly, starting to make a grab for your bag. “I should leave before it gets worse.”

Akashi turned to look at you, his eyes narrowed, his voice stern when he spoke, “You should stay. At least eat lunch, we will how things look after.”

Your spine stiffened under his intimidating stare, but everything inside you screamed to agree. You wanted nothing more than to please him, to soften his gaze.

“Okay,” you murmured.

A small smile broke out on his face, “Good, Bunny.”

The two words were barely a whisper, but you weren’t far away from him. With no more sound than the muffled torrent outside, there was no way you wouldn’t have been able to hear it. You blinked at him blankly, even though your stomach shivered with an excitement you couldn’t place. A mild embarrassment tried to take over you, but you refused to let it. There was no reason for you to be affected so much, right?

Instead, you forced yourself to turn your attention to Kuroko, whose face was unusually soft, slightly excited, and a smile tweaked his lips, an expression you realized he only showed to those he trusted. An expression you’d seen before. His gaze was on both you and his boyfriend and though part of you was unnerved by both their attentions focused on you, it was wiped away by the fluttering happiness you felt at being under their stares. You shouldn’t crave their affections so much, but with both their expressions so warm, you couldn’t help it.

Slowly, without feeling so much shame and guilt, the three of you worked your way through your lunch. It was a warm soup, something that filled your stomach on the cold day. It caused your lids to lower and a comfortable drowsiness to take over. Your mind slowly fogged and eventually Tetsuya seemed to notice.

“You look like you need a nap,” he murmured as he leaned near you to scoop up the empty bowl.

You blinked up at them and shook your head, “No, I-I’m okay.”

Even to your biased ears though, your words sounded unconvincing stuttered by a large yawn.

Akashi scoffed, “Don’t lie to us, Rabbit.”

Once again, the use of the Bunny and rabbit to describe you. You turned your attention to the redhead, but you didn’t hate the nicknames. In fact, there was a part of you, not as hidden or pushed away into the dark corners of your mind as it should be, that squirmed with pleasure as he said those names and looked at you like a wolf that would devour you whole. You wanted to be that scared little Bunny for him, you wanted to be a fluffy little creature on Kuroko’s lap as he spoiled you and brushed your hair. But you were nothing but a study buddy for them.

You nervously ducked your head until finally you heard Akashi clear his throat and Kuroko chuckle from behind you. Butterflies fluttered around your stomach, erupted through your chest, and you felt like you couldn’t swallow for a moment. You were too distracted from the way heat was scorching through your body and you were desperately trying to keep your gaze focused on your lap.

It didn’t matter though, you wanted to please them, it was such a natural instinct. You couldn’t fight it, and as you felt the heavy weight of both their stares continue expectantly, you finally lifted your eyes.

“Do you need to sleep?” Akashi asked, pressing the issue Tetsuya had brought up.

His red eyes narrowed, and lips thinned, you knew there was no way out of this. You didn’t understand the situation, but you knew they were laying down something. They were both in on a plan that you had no idea what even the basic outline was. The bricks of it were surrounding you and you felt nerves trickle through your veins, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand.

It felt like you were surrounded by hungry and slobbering wolves just waiting for you to break into a run so they could chase you down and devour you. And why did that imagery cause your thighs to squeeze together?

“Yeah,” you croaked, before clearing your throat with a firm nod. “Yeah, I do. Or I at least need to lay down for a bit if you two don’t mind.”

Your gaze cut to the side.

“We have just the spot for you,” Kuroko said, a tiny lilt lifting his usually deadpan voice.

You blinked up at them in surprise, but Seijuro was already standing, holding out his hand to you with a look of passive impatience on his face. Right… right, this was Akashi, you needed to acquiesce to his needs, his desires, or else that switch you’d seen on the courts might flip.

“I don’t just let anyone touch me you know,” he murmured, and you wondered if you supposed to hear it.

He’d spoken so quietly and not once glanced at you after as he led you down the hall, hand-in-hand, that you assumed he was just saying it to himself. Though the thought you’d been gifted something special like physical contact by Akashi was enough to cause your breath to catch. You didn’t realize that wasn’t a common thing for him.

Neither of them talked as they led you to a door. It was across from an open room which looked like the main bedroom of the apartment. You glanced over your shoulder through the doorway at the room that was obviously shared between the two of them.

Soon enough though your attention was drawn back to the closed door in front of you as you heard the click of the doorknob turn. Akashi was stepping through the entry way, and from what you could tell it was just another bedroom. It seemed unused for the most part and with gentle coaxing from Tetsuya’s hands at your back you stepped through the doorway.

The room was not as normal as you first thought. In the corner was a tall cage, dropping from the ceiling and going all the way to the floor. There was gauzy pink fabric laced through the top parts of the bar woven with fairy lights that were colored by the gauze. Inside the cage was a floor futon inside something that reminded you of a bright pink dog kennel, piled high with squishy looking pillows and stuffed animals, almost able to hide the chains and collar.

Your footsteps stopped and your heartbeat sped up. Were you supposed to ignore it? Was this something the two of them were into? You swallowed hard. How did you react to this?

The sound of the door snapping closed behind you caused your head to swipe towards the movement. Kuroko was locking it tightly in place. Panic gripped you and your eyes skipped to the knob, noticing that you would need a key to unlock it. Fear, but… you shouldn’t be afraid of them, right? Yet… they had no reason to lock that door. There was no way to talk yourself out of this. There was no way to defend them.

“Actually, I don’t think… I think I’m just going to go,” you said, taking a step back, towards that firmly locked door. You looked in front of you, with the desperate need to know where Akashi was and realized the red head wasn’t there.

“Now, now, we went through all this trouble to set this up for you, Little Rabbit,” he said, his words being spoken just inches away from your neck.

You could feel his breath roll across your skin and you shivered. Before you could turn, he gave you a hard shove toward the open door of the massive cage and you toppled onto the bed. You huffed out a groan as you felt a warm heavy weight press into your back, coupled by the sharp pressure of something cool and thin against your fragile throat.

You swallowed and felt the prick of a blade. That was the distinct coldness against your throat. You shouldn’t be turned on, you shouldn’t feel your stomach warm, and your thighs press needily together. Warm wetness dripped from your cunt, and you hated that you felt this way. Yet, you couldn’t deny that the dangerous weapon controlling you while the heat of the body against your back was a wonderful contrast.

“Hm?” Akashi’s sinful voice sounds from behind the two of you. “That’s interesting, she’s squirming, but almost like… do you enjoy feeling so helpless, Little Rabbit?”

Tetsuya chuckled lowly, a sound you never thought you’d ever hear from him. It was vicious, so dangerous, teetering on the edge of insanity. You felt the point of the knife spin against your flesh, taunting you. That light prick, the soft pressure warned you what a precarious position you were in. These two men wanted something from you, and your mind could easily fill in the blanks now that your desire to defend them had been brushed away.

It was easy to tell their plans for you were anything but innocent. You just didn’t know quite how dark things would get. And you hated yourself because despite all the unknowns making your stomach knot there was another sensation growing stronger by the minute. The fear mixed terribly with your growing arousal, making heat flush through you and your head grew light, floating away from all rationality.

You swallowed carefully, feeling the knife dig in just a bit more as your throat bobbed. Your fingers dug into the plush blanket beneath you as you felt him drag the flat of the cold steel down your neck to your clavicle. Kuroko’s nose pressed against the base of your neck, and he inhaled.

There was the sound of heavy, calculated footsteps and the jingling of metal from somewhere nearby. You felt a cool touch on your ankles. Cold skin touching the flushed heat of your body, you couldn’t decide if you wanted to welcome it as a grounding sensation or jerk your ankle away. The knife shifted onto its edge just between your breasts and you whimpered.

You felt a light weight and thick material encompass your ankle. That gentle tinkling happened again and then whatever that material was, tightened. Fuck they were cuffing you. You moaned softly before biting it back.

“Such a lovely voice,” Kuroko crooned, his normally placid tone turning sharp just like the blade in his hand.   “Move Tetsuya,” Seijuro said from beside you this time.

You wanted to turn your head. You wanted to see why he was beside you, but you couldn’t. Both your feet now felt heavy and trapped. Yet, there was still the tinkle of metal from where Akashi was. You felt Kuroko shift to the other side of you, but that knife only moved to press lightly and directly under your jaw.

You wanted to swallow, wanted to push back against the chilling feeling of the blade just barely digging into your fragile skin. Instead, you stayed frozen.

Suddenly you were being lifted to your knees and your wide eyes could see Akashi kneeling in front of you. He held a beautiful leather collar, baby pink and butter soft. The buckle had a lock on it, which he held the delicate key to in his hand as he moved around Kuroko’s wrist and carefully slid the fur-lined collar around your neck.

“Perfect,” he smiled, but it was a mixture of affectionate and cruelty as he closed the buckle and locked it close. “The perfect pet.”

His eyes finally met yours and you knew from the way he looked at you, he wouldn’t hurt you, as long as you did what he wanted. As long as you listened to both of them.

Kuroko’s finger traced the line of the leather around the back of your neck, and you shivered, forcing down a whine. Feeling both their attention so heavy and hot on you was enough to override the terror and now all you felt was a squirming desire to be taken. Your mouth watered and your eyes turned glossy, Akashi’s smile sharpened.

“She’s ready,” he said.

That feral lust inside you leapt at the thought that maybe they’d both would give you what you needed, at the same time. Yet, your hopes were immediately dashed as Akashi stepped away. You twisted for a moment, struggling against the chains holding you captive.

A small sting smarted at the spot where the knife was and Kuroko’s voice purred in your ear, “Ah, ah, only when we say so.”

You knew he’d nicked you. It should have made you terrified again, it should have cooled the lust licking at your veins, but it didn’t. Instead, it just fed the flames. They burned harder, ate away at your sanity and begged for more. The tiny amount of pain from that small cut did nothing but make you aware how much you wanted these men. You weren’t sure when it happened. When it grew beyond admiring from afar to this dark sin you didn’t acknowledge until you were quite literally caged in their room. But it was now something you couldn’t escape. You were just as twisted as them.

When they both left you with nothing more than a couple of pets and a chaste kiss on your forehead from Tetsuya, you felt they were stomping on your heart. That they were pouring cold water over your head. They were leaving you. Immediately you stood to follow them, but the chains rattled noisily just within a few steps. You swallowed and the lust disappeared, the realization you were truly captive dawned on you.

“Stay here, be good,” Seijuro said from the other side of the bars as he locked the cage closed. “You won’t want for anything while you’re here with us.”

You didn’t deny that everything he said wasn’t a lie, that he meant every single word. You wouldn’t need anything, they would fulfill your desires, your needs, and possibly give you things you’d never known you wanted. From the way both their eyes dragged over your form before they left, you knew they wouldn’t leave you alone for long.

You turned on the spot, your eyes roving the space they’d created for you once again. The futon looked so soft despite the fact it was stuffed into an even smaller cage, you hadn’t been able to truly appreciate it before and when you crawled into it you luxuriated in the way it cradled you. How the blankets in it were both fluffy and silky, and how you had more plump pillows and stuffed animals than you could ever want or need. The pillows and plushies actually spilled out the small door onto the floor.

You pulled out a lamb that fit perfectly in your arms and before you knew it the weights around your neck and ankles no longer felt strange and uncomfortable. Instead, they easily became soothing and welcoming, they made you feel something you never knew you needed, you felt owned.

---

“She’s perfect, you were right,” Tetsuya sighed, nearly melting into the chair of the living room.

“I’m always right,” Akashi responded with an arrogant smile.

“What should we make her for dinner?” Kuroko asked, his placid façade back.

“You want to celebrate, don’t you?” Seijuro frowned.

“Don’t act like you don’t want to Sei,” the smaller of the two said, a spark of mischief glowing dimly in his blue eyes.

It was so hard for most people to see emotions in Kuroko unless he let them. But Akashi had known him long enough, soon you would too. Akashi was certain there would come a time where you would be like this with the two of them. Where all three of you could be in the same room, you could stay unchained if you wanted, though maybe he’d keep that collar on you, you looked good in pink.

Days passed, just a few but Akashi was certain it felt like weeks to you from the way you kept asking about school, about when you’d be let out. You promised you wouldn’t run away, he scoffed when you said that. You had no reason to, you were fed, clean, didn’t have to worry about paying rent or doing homework or studying for tests, you didn’t have to worry about socializing beyond with them. You lived without stress and instead were pampered.

Kuroko made sure you were well fed, and he made your favorites regularly, Akashi bathed you and brushed your hair, and just as you’d stopped asking to leave the cage, just as you’d started to adjust was when things changed. Akashi had planned it that way though. He wanted to keep you on your toes, just like with shogi.

The two of them walked into your room and Kuroko produced the key with a flourish. They didn’t hold anything beyond a bottle of water, and you looked up from your coloring book with a curious head tilt.

“Hi!” you squeaked. “Why… what’s going on?”

Kuroko snorted out a quiet laugh from beside Seijuro. Akashi however, rolled his eyes, you were still a little shy. However, after today’s experiment, perhaps you would open up more. If not then, it would only take a little more time, they would make sure of that.

“Don’t be so shy, Bunny, we aren’t going to eat you,” Tetsuya teased, his darker side coming out to play. “Well, not if you don’t want us to. I’m sure you taste delicious, though.”

His gaze raked over you and even Akashi knew how invasive it felt to be under that lustful stare. Though Kuroko tended to submit to Seijuro, that didn’t mean he didn’t crave his boyfriend. And when Tetsuya desired someone, he made it known.

The room was heavy, thick, the air so humid with sin it was hard to breathe. From the way your breasts jumped with your heaving breaths, Tetsuya could tell you felt it too. Neither of them had to say anything, just the way they stared, the way they moved into the larger cage and circled around you, made you instinctually aware of how vulnerable you were to their wants and needs.

Yet, from the way you didn’t move more than to your knees, the way you tilted your chin up to expose your delicate throat despite the knife Kuroko had held to it just a few days ago, and the way your eyes softened, Tetsuya knew you wanted this just as much as they did. His fingers twitched at his side, hungry to touch you, to explore your soft curves.

Something was exchanged between the two of them. Akashi caught Tetsuya’s eye and he watched the movement of his boyfriend’s hand as he motioned silently to you and nodded once. You stared, unwilling to ask the question that likely lingered upon your tongue.

“You sure?” Kuroko asked.

“You’re always gentler than I am,” Seijuro smiled, though there was a tinge of bitterness in his red eyes.

Your attention bounced between them. There was a slight frenetic energy in the way your fingers twisted around each other, but that was the only sign you were truly nervous. Seijuro wasn’t sure if you were just ignorant or brave. Did you trust them? You shouldn’t, though they would never intentionally hurt you, their motives were far from pure.

Tetsuya turned to you and crouched onto your level. You looked so small, so soft, and he wanted to grip your thick thighs and plush breasts. He wanted to bury himself in your cunt, in your scent, and surround himself in your flesh.

“Will you watch?” he asked without looking over his shoulder.

“Of course,” Akashi responded, and your eyes darted over Kuroko’s back to watch the other man sit down. “Focus on Tetsuya.”

His words guided you to look back at the blue haired man in front of you and forced you to wait. At first, he just stared at you, taking your breath away with the intensity of the emotions he so often held back. His hands lifted then, touched your jaw, gently thumbed the small scab that was the result of his blade, and he smiled apologetically.

“I’m sorry things went so far. I got a bit excited last time,” he murmured, his breath ghosting over your lips. “I promise to take things slower this time.”

You nodded, unsure of what you were agreeing to, but you knew you wanted to put him at ease, “Of course. I trust you.”

Did you? Did you really trust him? Tetsuya searched your features for a moment, looking for a lie laying beyond. He found none, so he praised you with a kiss. It was chaste at first, testing the waters. Yet when you didn’t pull away, when you didn’t fight, he pressed his tongue forward to trace the seam of your lips. You opened your mouth on a moan and he eagerly took advantage to taste you.

Strawberries, you’d been eating some sort of candy that tasted specifically like artificial, too sweet strawberries. It fit you. You were sugary, luscious, a fruit waiting to be picked. Waiting to be sampled by him. His tongue swept forward in long hungry licks. You felt like he was claiming you even more than the chains and collar had. You felt like he was taking over every part of you.

Not just your tongue, not just your mouth, but your teeth, your breath, he stole every word you could possibly speak or any sound you could make. He took your thoughts like they were nothing but wisps of air for him to inhale. You were nothing right now, but an object created for him. You were his pet, and he would split you open and show you just who you belonged to.

The sound of Akashi relaxing against the chair behind him pushed Kuroko to tilt your head when he placed his palm firmly around your skull. He encouraged you to open wider for him, to give him more. Every shiver that escaped you he claimed with a curve of his lips. He pressed closer until you were leaning back, until eventually you were laying down and he was balanced on his forearms above you.

He finally broke away from you and the way you looked at him, the way your chest heaved with shallow breaths and your breasts brushed against his shirt, had his hips grinding against your thigh. His knee found purchase between your legs so he could roll the length of his leg along your cunt, watching your eyes roll and your hands grasp for an anchor. He became that safety in the storm that was growing inside you. You held onto him for dear life, and he watched as your lids fluttered in a desperate attempt to stay open.

“Give in,” he breathed, his voice a raspy growl because, goddamn, you were beautiful.

You shook your head, “I want…”

You swallowed heavily; he could see the bob of your throat as it worked around words you couldn’t bring yourself to say. Your eyes met his defiantly, though your lids were half closed and heavy, you refused to do as he said. He smirked and tilted his head, intrigued by your sudden desire to fight him on this.

“What do you want?” Kuroko pushed.

You gulped again and he watched as your strung-out mind searched for the answer he was looking for. He watched you struggle for a bit. There was a part of him that enjoyed watching you want to please him, he bet Akashi liked it even more. The sadist.

“I want more,” you finally answered. “I need you.”

Did you even know what you really wanted? Tetsuya felt like he knew what you needed more than you did. He could see it in your fluttering gaze and parted lips. You wanted to feel more, you wanted to know who you belonged to. You wanted to be owned even more than you already were.

“You need this,” he corrected and sank his teeth into the thick muscle on the side of your neck.

At first you stiffened under him, whimpered, before going lax and moaning. It all happened within a handful of seconds, and it was enough to make his mouth water. When Kuroko was certain there was a strong set of teeth imprints on your flesh, he moved lower, lapping over the stinging skin before dropping to the lingerie you now wore all the time.

You’d been gifted a lacey pink and white baby doll for the first bath. It was Tetsuya’s preference. The one you wore now, with black and red trim was Akashi’s. You never wore anything different unless you got cold, then often you had a set of knee-high socks and a robe of some sort. But always a set of lingerie underneath. Therefore, their collection had grown exponentially.

You looked beautiful underneath him, wrapped up in sinful colors with a lustful sheen to your eyes. He dropped to the swells of your breasts and sucked a dark mark into each of them, something that would turn into a bruise, something that would blossom into another sign of ownership. Those too were surrounded by his teeth prints, like macabre rose petals painted on your skin.

Seijuro shifted behind Kuroko and though he didn’t say anything, Tetsuya could sense his impatience. There was a reason, Akashi had told him to go first. Though he could exercise patience, especially when he wanted to and when he won something out of it, with you in front of him, his foreplay would be far less gentle than Kuroko’s.

Tetsuya scraped his teeth down your sternum as he opened the lacings in the front of this particular baby doll. It made for easy removal. The fragile cloth fell away, opening up and sliding down to bare you to him, catching around your shoulders.

“Look at that,” Kuroko drew in a sharp breath, shooting you a look under his lashes. “Such a perfect picture, all splayed out for me.”

Akashi clicked his tongue.

“Ah, sorry Seijuro, us. For us,” Kuroko smiled mischievously above you.

He was doing this on purpose, dancing along the line of pressing Akashi too much and not enough. He wanted to see if his boyfriend would break, would he eventually drop his own rule and join them when he couldn’t take it anymore? Kuroko wanted to see that. Some petty part of him, dark and hidden away, wanted to see Akashi shatter because he never did. Seijuro was constantly composed.

Even now, when Tetsuya looked over his shoulder, he saw the aching erection in Akashi’s pants, something that the other man resolutely ignored. Instead, his chin balanced on the knuckles of his hand as he observed you and Kuroko intently, refusing to miss a single second.

Tetsuya turned back to you when you wriggled under him, impatience beginning to take over your sounds and slowly a slight, yet persistent whine began to crawl up your throat. He chuckled and leaned back to land a sharp smack on the top of your thigh. You squeaked and instantly fell silent.

“Remember, I know what you need,” he growled.

Akashi hummed his approval, and he watched as Kuroko nearly basked in the small sound. It was interesting because Tetsuya never let himself go like this with anyone but him. A small part of Seijuro was jealous, just for a moment, before he remembered both of you belonged to him.

His fingernails dug into the arms of the chair, into the flesh of his palm, as Kuroko leaned over you and dragged the pads of his fingers up your thighs until he could press them back. Your knees touched your chest and exposed your always uncovered pussy to the air. You shivered and your legs naturally fought back against Tetsuya’s hold, until his palm cracked against your ass.

“Stop squirming,” he hissed.

All that softness that he’d shown earlier had disappeared like smoke in the wind. Now it was harsh, madness unprotected by the fluff of affection. You shuddered under the heat of his strike and nodded, your eyes glistened with tears at the corners and yet that crazed excitement that drove Tetsuya in these times caused him to bounce back with a smile.

“Good,” he purred, rolling a wet tongue over the sting of his handprint. “I just want you to let me take care of you.”

People always assumed Akashi was the most unhinged of the two of them. Yet, when Tetsuya truly let go, Seijuro almost wondered if he was worse. Was it all the holding back? Did it just drive him to the brink every time, making him almost lose his mind once he finally acted like he wanted to?

At his words Akashi saw you relax under Tetsuya. Every desire to fight left you. It’s like you turned to a melted puddle of putty. Still moldable, still handleable, but so much more accepting and welcoming of the touch that wanted you to listen. Tetsuya sighed into the crook of your knee as he placed your ankle of his shoulder.

His movements turned to lax and lazy, and he dragged his wide hands over your curves. He relished the sensation of your plush and soft skin. His eyes focused on yours, devouring the way you couldn’t quite meet his stare but wouldn’t look away completely either. You were stuck somewhere in limbo, glancing occasionally at his eyes, his lips, and the bob of his throat.

He ducked his head, licking his lower lip as his palm dragged up, only stopping long enough to heft the weight of your breast in it and then thumb your nipple. Then it slipped along your sternum until he gently wrapped it around the soft part of your neck, just under your jaw, and used a small amount of pressure to force you to tilt your mouth up to meet his.

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Yet, Tetsuya stopped just half an inch short of pressing your lips together. He stopped and hovered above you, letting your breath mingle, letting his eyes get lost in yours, and letting this strange intimacy build until it felt like you were drowning in the weight of it. It was strange. The passion in the breadth of a minute was headier than the kiss just moments before. Was it the waiting? Was it the yearning? You couldn’t reach out though. You wouldn’t. You knew better than to ask. You wanted to wait like this and let the desire build just as much as he did.

You swallowed and Akashi cleared his throat once more, and finally with a smirk quirking his lips again, Kuroko kissed you. You moaned, loud and unabashed into it. Your voice was so strong that it broke past the barrier of your fused mouths. Tetsuya couldn’t swallow it all and that made his movements all the more eager. His hand left your neck, his tongue slipped past your teeth, and his fingers trailed to right above your clit’s hood.

Your hips bucked slightly of their own accord. You whined desperately, fingernails finding his shoulder blades and scrabbling to find purchase and an anchor within his flesh. He hissed and pressed further into you until you were certain your joints would pop and maybe your bones would break. However, if this was how you would crack, if this was how you would die, smothered by love no matter how twisted and dark it was, you were happy for it to happen.

Finally, his touch gave you what you needed. It circled your swollen nub experimentally, searching for the pressure, the stimulation that would have you squirming and screaming and so out of your mind not even his words of reprimand could control you. Not even Akashi would be able to control you.

It wasn’t hard for him to find it either, it seemed like within seconds he was pulling breathless words from you, “Oh god, oh Tetsu. Please more, there, don’t stop.”

It all ran together and was barely coherent, he’s pulled back to watch you through his beautifully thick eyelashes. It was perfection to feel the weight of his gaze. But you wanted, no you needed more. You looked to the side, to where Seijuro sat and one of those hands that was grasping at Kuroko reached out to him. It begged for his attention.

“Akashi,” you whispered, still too scared to say his first name out loud.

His eyes had never left the two of you, you had his attention. Yet, you wanted more, you were greedy right now. You wanted his touch, his kiss, and to feel his breath.

“Please,” you murmured hoarsely.

It was barely loud enough for him to hear, but with the only sound your labored gasps and the clicking of your slick as Kuroko worked over your clit, Seijuro tilted his head curiously. You knew he’d heard you just fine. He smirked.

“Not yet, Rabbit,” he responded.

You shivered as he used that name, as his gravelly voice stroked over your heated skin. Goosebumps rippled over your flesh, and you cried out as you came. It wasn’t too hard, but you knew with the sensitivity it brought it would only be a matter of time before you were orgasming again and again, and harder and harder.

Kuroko grinned, “Isn’t he mean?”

He burrowed his lips into your neck again, only to trail down your skin to different places leaving kisses in his wake. A trail of heat and cooling saliva caused more bumps to jump to the surface only this time on your ribs where he lovingly placed nips and tiny kitten licks.

You could feel it all in hyper definition. It was too much, your nerves burned, they sparked with lightning, too much sensation bounced between your skin and muscle fibers, and you just needed it to stop for a moment. Your hips shifted away from his seeking fingers, still plucking at your clit. Yet Tetsuya didn’t relent. He wanted to hear you moan and scream more.

“Tetsu,” you breathed harshly, your fingers curled into your palm, and you pushed your closed fists against his chest.

You wedged your hands in against his broad body and insistently pressed against his hard muscles. You needed a moment; your mind and body were frying. You felt like you were catching fire, your lungs couldn’t bring in enough oxygen and there was a prickling sensation in them.

“Tetsu!” you cried insistently.

Akashi growled, “Listen to her, Tetsuya.”

Kuroko sighed and pulled back, and though he was obviously against giving you a break, concern etched between his brows as he observed your distressed features. There was a moment where a hiccupping sob tried to tumble past your trembling lips. It tried to rip another cry from you, but Tetsuya kissed your temple, lingered there and you could feel him inhaling your scent.

“Sorry,” he murmured into your hair. “I got carried away.”

You shook your head, “It’s okay. Just… too much. Want it inside instead.”

He pulled back, considered your face again, looked over at your lone observer and then looked at you again, “Yeah?”

You nodded firmly, blinking away the sting of tears. He murmured his affection, kissed down your soft stomach and then ended at your sticky cunt. He spread your lips and you once again tried to close your thighs around his head, so aware of the two pairs of eyes on you. Kuroko didn’t let you though, instead he spread you wider, lifted your hips off the ground and lapped over your twitching hole without a warning.

You sucked in a sharp breath, it was almost too cold for your lungs, you were worried you’d start coughing. Yet, his tongue was slipping inside your clenching walls soon enough, stealing any oxygen from your chest that might have caused a problem. Instead, your back arched, lifting your hips further towards his mouth and you cried out in approval as your hand immediately fisted in his blue hair.

It was so warm, so slick, his spit only adding to the mess you’d made of yourself. A frothy mixture of his fluids and yours covered your labia, covered his lips and chin, and Tetsuya only seemed too eager to lap it up. His tongue curled inside you, probing and searching for any spot he could reach that would make your eyes cross. He was too good at this. Your toes curled in pleasure, and you tugged at his hair, bringing him impossibly closer to your skin, smothering him in your scent and between your thighs. Kuroko would happily die here though.

Sparks shifted behind your closed eyelids, that tension in your body snapped and you ground down against his tongue. Gasps shuddered from your chest, pulled by his talented mouth and you finally, finally felt everything drifting away from you. All your worries, at least for that moment, right after the peak of your climax.

Soon your walls had opened again and stopped convulsing with tiny shocks of the vestiges of your orgasm. He could sense it too because right when you widened and relaxed a bit more he pulled back despite your whines and desperate manipulation of his head. He curled one arm around your thigh so he could hold you still, and then pushed his other set of fingers into you.

Two at once, filling you but then he added his slick tongue to your sensitive clit. Steady strokes, pressing intently until you were rolling your pelvis against his face, chasing that sensation more and more. Akashi chuckled and your tear coated eyes sought him out. His cock was so hard you could see the imprint through the bleary vision you currently had. It was thick and heavy, pressing insistently against his jeans. Yet he didn’t touch himself, he tilted his head, still carefully perched on his knuckles and narrowed his eyes at you in a strange mix of affection and approval. The way his attention sank into you like Tetsuya’s teeth had done just moments before, it pushed you closer to your next peak.

Then you looked down at the man between your legs, who had been watching the exchange with sparkling and observant eyes. You could feel the curl of his smirk against your pussy and knowing that both their stares were on you was all it took to have your muscles bunching too quickly, too soon. Everything grew sharp, near painful within your body, but then it snapped and pure pleasure washed over you. It was white hot and enough to suck your breath away.

Your entire body curled into the waves of your orgasm. You bucked against Tetsuya’s mouth and experienced fingers as they dragged more and more sensations from your body. Burning satisfaction filled you, and you screamed wordlessly with the feeling. Electricity shot up your spine, filled your mind, and when you closed your eyes, you could see the leftover static of it behind your lids.

He dragged more and more contractions from your walls until finally you thrashed and pulled away from his pliant hands. He let you go this time without a fight. Every look, every touch, was too much right now. You curled in upon yourself and shuddered into your aftershocks. Slow breaths filled your lungs and you looked dreamily at Kuroko as he leaned back and flicked opened his pants with practiced ease.

You watched through slitted eyes as he dragged his pants down his pale legs. Tone muscles and deep hip dips greeted but your gaze was greedily drawn to the slender yet long cock in front of you. The tip was flushed the palest pink and it was slathered with sticky precum, excitement caused it to pulse visibly under your observations. You couldn’t stop yourself from licking your lips, swallowing down the saliva pooling in your mouth.

He manhandled you into position, shifting you until your pelvis was pressed up against his and the length of his dick could slip between your slick lined labia. Your breath hiccupped in your chest, and you whimpered.

“Oh,” you squeaked, unable to do more than mouth the rest of what you were going to say when Tetsuya caught your clit.

He huffed in response. His body tensing and his head falling back on his shoulders, and he relished the feeling of your heat for just a minute. The two of you were so close to being connected and you understood exactly how frustrating and yet soothing this was. The was drawing it out just a bit longer prepared you a little more for the actual act.

His length dragged over your sensitive skin again and again until you thought you were going to go crazy and finally, he dipped down and began to push inside.

“Fuck,” he hissed, something so uncharacteristically Kuroko.

Tetsuya didn’t curse much even when holding a knife to your throat. Now though… when he was splitting you apart and your tight hole was working to accommodate his length it made you shudder. His girth wasn’t massive, but it was enough to make your muscles seize and your thighs tense.

“Let me in, Bunny,” he breathed, his arms falling forward on either side of your head so that he was pinning your legs back up to your body with his chest.

He buried his nose in the crook of your knee, as if desperate to find something to anchor himself. You wondered if the soft skin of your leg and your scent did that for him. You spasmed when he pressed forward too fast, and a whine of discomfort left you which dipped into a low moan of appreciation once your body finally relaxed. Now your walls were wide open and welcoming for him, sucking him inside, hugging him tight and refusing to let go.

You pulled in a breath, shivering as he finally sank in balls deep and groaned when you fluttered around him. Your body approved, your soul approved, and you found yourself falling for these depraved men more. Perhaps they were right. Perhaps they knew what you needed more than you did.

Kuroko pressed butterfly kisses along the back of your knee and just at the start of your thigh, “It’s like you don’t want to let me go. Feels so good.”

He was nearly slurring his words; it was so unlike his usual self. For a moment it boosted your confidence, long enough that you reached out to card your fingers through his hair, affection in every single movement. He leaned into your touch with a sigh before pulling back so he could rock his hips.

He started slow, he rolled and hitched his hips in different ways. He was looking for more of those spots that caused you to gasp and moan and clench. You could tell he was concentrating on your reactions from the way his brow pinched and the way he did everything methodically. It reminded you of the look he got on the court.

Then you felt it, that sensation of his cockhead dragging wonderfully across the spongey spot inside you. It had you nearly choking on the sound that pushed out your throat. It was a strangled cry that dipped into a low groan.

His head tilted and eyebrow arched, then he very specifically imitated the same thrust. It caused flames to lick across your skin and your nails to sink into the sheets below you.

“Oh f-fuck!” you screamed. “There!”

He grinned, “As you wish.”

You should have known from that laughter that danced in his expression that you’d asked for your downfall, but you were too far gone. All you wanted was more of that toe curling pleasure that seemed to be eager to build.

Tetsuya lifted himself away from you a bit, just enough to have you whining but then he set a brutal pace, something that could only be described as being fucked. Something that made you forget about everything but the cock pistoning in and out of your poor sloppy cunt.

“Should have done this ages ago. Should have moved here just for this perfect pussy,” he breathed. “Akashi was right. You’ve been what we were missing.”

You wanted to answer him, you wanted to do more than just gasp and moan or even scream him praises. You wanted to say you were missing them too. That this was what you needed too. He was right, they were right, they knew exactly what you wanted. It was them.

You couldn’t though, you were a slave to the burning sensations causing your cunt to froth and clench rhythmically around Kuroko’s cock. For a moment you had the sense of mind to turn your bleary eyes to Akashi once again. You could barely make him out, but you knew from what you could see, he had not moved. His chest was heaving just a bit more, his pale cheeks just slightly flushed, but that’s all that had changed.

He didn’t speak, he didn’t draw attention to himself. Yet his presence was impossible to ignore. The heavy weight of his lustful gaze dragged over the both of you and when your back arced as Tetsuya pressed in at a particularly delicious angle, Seijuro let out the softest groan.

You answered back instantly. A guttural moan ripped from your chest, leaving your throat aching and lungs trembling. Your thighs twitched in Kuroko’s grasps right as the grip of your pussy snagged him tighter than ever before. You came with a high-pitched cry. Your body snapping into a sharp bow and your breath wringing from you.

“Oh god, oh god,” you whispered hoarsely in between grunts.

You humped as much as you could against Kuroko, chasing more of that delicious sparking sensation. That feeling that had you creaming nearly endlessly on his cock. Tetsuya shouted, curved over you and through your pleasure-narrowed eyes you saw his tendons tight against his skin and his skin blushed red. He bit his lip, fucked hard into you until his movements became sloppy and then pressed himself against you tight.

That’s when you felt his length thicken impossibly more, kicking within your walls as warm cum filled you to the brim. You shuddered, another small orgasm sinking its sharp teeth into your oversensitive body. You squeaked out a whine and twisted away from him only to be held still as Kuroko thrusted forward and back, pushing the last of his seed deep inside you.

“Mmmm, bred you good, didn’t I little Bunny?” he murmured, pressing a lazy kiss to your lips.

His deep blue eyes were soft, sleepy, and completely different than how he had been looking at you before. All that existed in them now was satiated warmth, love, and the desire to rest.

“Don’t sleep yet,” Akashi said, and the sound of the chair cushion squeaking let you know that he had stood.

Your brain was too foggy to register much other than the need to have him fill you up as well, because his erection looked painful caught in his pant leg. He glared at you though when you weakly reached toward him.

“No,” he said firmly. “Once you two are a little more coherent, we’ll clean you up.”

There was no anger in his voice, just expectations to follow his demands. So, though your lip wobbled, you nodded.

Two days passed and eventually you were allowed out of the place you’d learned to call home. The cage was no longer the only space you were allowed to roam. Akashi and Kuroko permitted you out as long as they were home and oddly it felt welcoming, warm around them. It was comforting being surrounded by their presence in a domestic atmosphere.

You helped Tetsuya make dinner and Seijuro managed to convince you to play a short game of Shogi. You watched with fascination as his eyes lit up with every tile that was placed. Those moments made your new life seem more normal. Until night fell at least.

You were led to the bathroom where Akashi sat you down in front of the mirror. For someone who was so brusque and cold, he sure seemed to love to pamper you. With a brush in hand, he stood behind you and began to work the teeth between the strands of your hair.

Each stroke of his fingers over your head, every time his touch curved around the shell of your ear, had your eyelids drooping. Soon you were wobbling on the seat until eventually an exasperated sigh came from the man behind you and he gripped your jaw tightly.

“Stay awake,” he growled, forcing your gaze forward into the mirror.

His lips had dropped just beside your head causing his breath to rush over your sensitive skin. You shivered, goose bumps raised over your necks and throat. A sigh rushed from between your lips as your head rolled back, exposing your pulse to his mouth, surrendering.

He chuckled; it was so low it caused that shudder to roll over you again. It caused lust to sink into you, thick and hot like lava, but dark like molasses, trickling heavy through your veins. The feeling made you weighted, made you limp and pliable and you fell into his grasp so easily. His arms encircled you, propped you up on the chair you’d been sitting on as his lips dragged over your flesh openly. They were soft, like petals, something that surprised you.

“Akashi,” you breathed.

“Seijuro,” he corrected firmly. “It’s about time you started calling me that.”

He murmured into your skin. You felt the tip of his tongue against you as he talked. It was soft, warm, and wet. It made your entire body stiffen, your clit throb, and you whined. You couldn’t believe just a week ago or was it longer now, you had been afraid of what these two would do to you. Now you were giving yourself over willingly.

“You are so needy already. After getting fucked dumb by Tetsuya just a few days ago? Aren’t you a high maintenance one,” Akashi grinned against your neck.

You could hear the smirk in his voice just as much as you could feel it. You whimpered, hips shifting, thighs tensing, looking desperately for friction that didn’t come.

“Ah, ah,” he reprimanded, smacking the sided of your leg. “Don’t even try to get off without my permission. I mean, honestly… why would I let you play with yourself when you have both of us so willing to play with you instead?”

“I’m sorry, S-sir,” you stuttered, your eyes fluttering.

He hissed in pleasure, “That sounds good coming from your mouth. Yet… perhaps there’s another term you want to use. Something… that maybe you are holding back?”

“Daddy,” you whispered, hesitant.

“That’s it, good girl,” he purred wrapping his wide palm around your delicate throat gently.

Your body became his weight to support, you didn’t try to hold yourself up. Instead, you were too focused on the way his eyes caught yours in the mirror. The way his lips trailed over your ear now, how he watched his own reflection pull sinful sounds from you.

“Are you ready?” he rasped. “Ready to take us both?”

You sighed, squirming in his grip for a moment at the thought, “Yes.”

“Perfect. I’ve been waiting. It was so hard holding back last time, you know,” he breathed.

It didn’t seem like it was. Even as he spoke those words and told you it had been, it didn’t seem like he had suffered in any form. You, however, had laid awake at night thinking of it. Wondering what it would have been like if he had joined in.

“You didn’t have to,” you responded, honest to a fault.

“I will always make sure you are safe with us,” he said, dragging the blunt of his teeth over the shell of your ear.

You keened, shuddering in his grasp, rolling your hips and your desperation made him huff out a laugh. His fingers tightened just enough around your throat for you to gasp, for the pressure to be noticeable, and his glittering red gaze looked back at you with keen interest or was it mischief. He knew what he was doing, how he was affecting you. Not that you were being exactly subtle, you couldn’t be, you needed him so badly.

His hand left your throat, trailing down over your clavicles, tracing the dip in between them. He touched the skin stretched tight over your sternum, exposed by the lingerie you always wore inside the apartment. Your breathing sharpened, so much so it began to burn in your throat and then your lungs. You couldn’t bring in enough oxygen, even without him holding your neck.

You finally tilted your head to look up at him and he looked down at you, his eyes scanned your face just long enough for you to bring in three shallow and shaky breaths, then he claimed your lips in a near painful kiss. His teeth nipped at yours hard enough you knew they’d bruise. He pressed his tongue past your teeth, fucked it in nice and slow until you felt like you were completely his in just a couple seconds.

“Come, let’s get back to the bedroom,” he growled, scooping you up into his strong arms.

You allowed him to carry you, not struggling so as to make it easier, eagerly nuzzling into his neck but refraining from tasting his skin like you wanted. It would have been so simple just to lick a stripe up his throat, yet you knew you couldn’t. He would reprimand you. You knew he would guide you in the dance about to come and you would have to listen to his every command. Just the thought had prickles of excitement pebbling over your skin.

He huffed out a laugh, staring at you through slitted eyes as he sat you down on the futon you called your own.

“Tetsuya!” he called.

Within seconds there was the sound of pounding footsteps and Kuroko was running around the corner. He stopped, frozen for a moment as he took in the scene. You strewn out on the blankets and Akashi with a half-hard on standing above you. Instantly that feral darkness swallowed his usually dull and yet somehow bright personality.

“Oh,” he breathed, with enough tension laden in that single sound that it rolled over your body tangibly.

“Strip,” Seijuro demanded, his gaze firmly locked on his boyfriend.

Tetsuya flushed a deep red but instantly responded, his long fingers carefully pulling his clothes off his body and folding them neatly on the floor. This was a routine they’d obviously done many times. Once he was stripped his cock was already thick and hard, curving upward and pearling with precum. You craned your head, curving your throat to be more exposed so that you could see the delicious sight.

It was interesting how subservient Tetsuya had turned at just a single word from Akashi. The heavy air made your thighs press tight together.

“Come,” Akashi said and held out a hand to the other man.

“Yes, Sir,” he responded, almost seeming to flash to his boyfriend’s side.

“Keep our little Bunny busy while I get ready,” he murmured, looking down at you with eyes that said you would never be ready for what they had planned.

“Happily,” Tetsuya responded, licking his lips.

He dropped next to you where you stayed still like a good little pet. You were promised a good time, that they would take care of your every need, all you needed to do was listen. So that was what you did, sometimes without even being told.

“Such a good Little Rabbit,” Kuroko breathed, gripping the tresses of your hair hard enough for it to sting slightly.

You gasped and writhed, “Oh god, please.”

“Yeah,” he agreed with approval and claimed your mouth with his.

The kiss was softer than the ones Akashi took from you, but they were sloppier, less restrained. Spit slicked your lips and his tongue slipped as far back as it could. You melted under the onslaught, turning into a literal puddle.

He moved over you, straddling your entire body with his and rutting his aching dick against your plush, lace covered stomach. The tacky fluid rolling down his length coated your lingerie, guiding his thrusts. He didn’t stop kissing you for a second, and in fact it was so deep that your lungs were beginning to scream from the lack of oxygen. They burned, your head spun, and it was oddly addictive, knowing you could pass out at any second just because he wanted to taste your mouth so badly.

Your fingers raised up to curl into his broad shoulders, your nails cut into his pale flesh and that caused him to finally pull back with a groan. His head arced, exposing the fragile column of his throat as he soaked in the pain you created with your sharp nails, thrusting against you harder.

Akashi moved to kneel behind Kuroko, in between your legs, you could see it just over his shoulder. He pressed his fingers lightly against your slick slit, testing your readiness. One finger sunk into your pliant cunt as his thumb pressed steadily against your clit, you gasped, and your hips jerked upwards.

“Stay still, both of you,” Seijuro growled and instantly, Tetsuya stilled.

It was like Akashi had yanked on a set of strings binding Kuroko, a set of invisible strings that tightened and kept him painfully still. His muscles tensed above you and his breath stilled so much that you had to search for the rise and fall of his chest. Shallow, desperate to please, but in his eyes that gluttonous hunger never left, in fact it only seemed to grow with Seijuro’s demand.

You took a little longer, it took several deep breaths, a whimper, before your trembling legs could widen and stop.

“Good,” Akashi cooed and that approval in his voice had your blood singing happily.

Akashi was skilled, his fingers twisted and curled until he touched any part he could reach, until he found spots not even you knew about, ones made you gasp and fight to writhe. The wet squelch of your arousal filled the air and Kuroko whimpered when he looked down at you, his cock jumping against your skin in restrained excitement.

Soon another of Akashi’s thick fingers was splitting you open, and you keened, your breath leaving you in a gasp. Yet then there was the sound of a lid popping open followed by soft dripping. Then you felt a gentle finger traced lower over your perineum, slipping between the plumpness of your cheeks and then circling your puckered hole. You hissed at the sensation, body jumping at the foreign sensation while Akashi’s other hand kept pumping in and out of you, dragging throaty groans from your chest.

“That’s it, you’re taking it so well, Little Rabbit,” he praised, as his first knuckle breached your ass.

You stiffened, only brought back down into a melted puddle once again when his thumb slick with your arousal swiped over your pulsing clit. In fact, he was so good at distracting you with the hand fucking your pussy that you barely felt his finger press fully to the bottom. You were just aware of the pressure and stretch. It wasn’t bad, it didn’t hurt, it just made you feel fuller.

It was harder to breathe somehow, even with how little you had inside you. Kuroko bent over you, tapped the side of your face and you turned your glazed eyes toward him.

“It’s alright, Bunny, soon we’ll both be inside you. Just like you wanted,” he murmured and then kissed you hard.

You moaned low, all words beyond you now. Only choked inhales and sounds of pleasure were within your grasp, and so you kissed Tetsuya back with desperation as if he could anchor you. As if the air he was feeding you could steady your mind as it spun when Akashi curled his fingers inside both your holes.

You were so fucking hot and dizzy. Your nails scrabbled at Kuroko’s hair in fear you might float away. It was addicting. Finally, you tore yourself away to cry out as Akashi added another finger to your puckered hole and rolled your clit aggressively beneath his thumb. It was too much, so good, but too much and you squirmed, unable to stay still like he wanted.

“I can’t,” you whined, trying to shift away but held down by the weight straddling you and the heavy hand on your hip.

“You can and you will,” Akashi corrected.

His words shot through your body, causing you to become pliant with your next breath. Kuroko rewarded you with a bite to the neck, a lick to the throat, and then his mouth latched to your pulse point. Akashi’s fingers became more insistent, demanding as they sought out every spot inside your holes, places you had never explored yourself. You squealed, which slowly tumbled into a throaty groan when your orgasm slammed into you, no warning only violent spasms as you fought to rut into his hands but were unable to due to the insistent pressure upon your body.

Kuroko’s teeth which still snagged at your skin, claimed pieces of you over and over again, before finally delving back to your mouth, adding an addictive mix of pain with pleasure. You couldn’t do this anymore; you couldn’t hold onto your sanity. So, you offered it up to the two of them. Silently you gave into their demands and let them take you apart piece by piece.

And Akashi did just that. He pulled more and more pulses from body, prolonged your climax until finally you were left panting, unable to reciprocate Kuroko’s wild and messy kisses.

“Tetsuya,” Akashi said sharply.

Instantly the shorter man stiffened and looked over his shoulder, his lips glistening with your saliva.

“Get the collar and the leash. It’s about time,” Seijuro’s gaze was firmly locked on your fluttering entrances as you squeezed around his fingers desperately.

Then you felt an intense tension again, the addition of a third finger in your ass. You breathed sharply, and though you still remained soft under his guidance, you looked at him through teary eyes.

“You’re going to take us so well, Little Rabbit,” he promised.

All you could do was nod, “Yes, Daddy.”

Because really, who were you to deny him? Who were you to deny either of them? They’d shown you where you belonged, what you needed, and they’d given you everything.

Kuroko was beside you again and, in your delirium, you hadn’t even realized he’d left. The stretch in your holes had taken the place of the weight he’d left on your body. Making it hard to breathe no matter what. Causing your chest to shudder with each breath.

He held in his hand your collar, beautiful, thick, pink leather with heart studs decorating the sides. The leash was matching and connected to a thick d-ring. You were never allowed to remove it yourself. Yet Akashi or Kuroko always did when taking care of you. Tonight though, you knew this was important.

A slight ache had you whimpering as Seijuro slowly withdrew his touch from your body. Suddenly you missed that fullness, instead you now felt so empty. You hated it, you wanted something more. Despite the fact that you were just complaining that you couldn’t take it anymore, you realized you wanted that sensation. You wanted to feel overwhelmed and full to the point where you couldn’t think straight. You wanted to feel like you might rip in two while these men held you together.

Kuroko scooped you up into his arms, while Akashi took the collar from his fingers. You accepted the manhandling; you couldn’t think of anything else you wanted more in that moment. Yet before you realized it you were being settled against Tetsuya’s torso as he laid down, his long cock laying in between the cheeks of your ass.

Seijuro was still completely dressed and after wiping the lube from his hands on his trousers he began to pop button by button of his dress shirt open. It was slow, tantalizing and his eyes narrowed, glittering with the knowledge that he knew exactly how needy you both were. Kuroko’s fingers gripped the soft flesh of your waist rhythmically, occasionally thrusting gently against you.

Eventually slivers of pale skin gave way to planes of it, until the cotton of Akashi’s clothing was sliding from his body like water rolling off. It was beautiful and something you would have paid to have painted if you could. Especially when he looked up at the two of you through his lashes and knew he had your undivided attention.

When his lower half was bared, it made your walls clench with anticipation. He wasn’t as long as Kuroko, but he was thicker. He’d make you sore afterward and you finally realized why he’d been so careful. If he was as rough as he said he’d be, with Tetsuya taking you at the same time, you truly wondered if you’d make it out the other side.

Your legs which had been splayed on either side of Kuroko’s began to close as if to protect you from the though, but you felt a pair of strong hands wrap around your thighs from behind and hold you open.

“Nuh uh. No hiding, pretty girl,” Kuroko breathed against your ear, groaning when he thrusted once more against you, sliding down from your ass in between the apex of your thighs and his cock pressed through your slick folds.

Akashi stepped closer, each movement he made was controlled and calm. He leaned down and your body naturally stiffened even though the heat of Kuroko and their mixed scents was nearly enough to lull you back into a false sense of security. Yet, he didn’t do much, he just gathered your neck in his hands, forced your jaw back with firm pressure and then carefully buckled the collar in place.

The heavy weight, the familiarity of it soothed your mind almost instantly and when Akashi gently tugged on the leash you gasped, and your muscles quivered in anticipation. He pulled on it until your head tilted back and the leather tightened on your neck, your eyes fluttered and you squirmed.

“She’s ready,” he muttered.

Kuroko licked a stripe along your jaw as he spread your legs wider and shifted so the soles of his feet were on the ground. You felt the prod of his blunt cock press against your softened asshole.

“Remember to breathe for me, Bunny,” he whispered and then rocked upward into you.

At first you forgot that reminder of his. Everything was just pinpointed on the pressure of him entering you, the sting that was just enough to have you whimpering and tightening up. Tetsuya hissed behind you and groaned lowly. Tears pricked your eyes but then there was a distracting something, the soft, slippery touched of something warm on your clit. You looked down to see Akashi watching, his hand still gripping the leash tight as he lapped at your bud until finally you gasped in some oxygen, and both sets of your walls fluttered open for Kuroko.

“That’s it, good girl,” Kuroko moaned as he pushed further and further inside you.

So full already, that’s all you could think of. How you were impossibly full and yet you needed to take another one. You watched as Akashi’s fingers pressed back inside your cunt, rolling through your slicking and rubbing against Tetsuya’s cock through the thin membrane of your flesh. Kuroko gasped and bucked his hips slightly, his hands shook on your waist, and you gasped, squeaking out in a delirious mix of uncomfortable pleasure with the movements.

“Just focus on the feeling,” Seijuro guided you, his deep voice wrapping you up in warmth.

His tongue kept working over your clit, short circles that had your body trembling excitedly as he worked a second finger into your tight entrance. Kuroko wasn’t moving but you could hear his breath puffing from between his lips, you could feel it against your neck. He was holding himself back, letting you adjust and a feeling of burning affection caused you to loosen more.

Finally, you felt Kuroko bottom out and he sighed, pressing a lingering kiss against the junction of your neck and shoulder.

“Move, Tetsuya. I need to see if she’ll take you well,” Akashi demanded.

He groaned and immediately complied. You heard the squelch of your own fluids mixing with the lube as his cock rocked in and out of you. At first it was just strange, not as bad as it could be since that overwhelming sensation of being stuffed was oddly something you craved. But then as your body began to grow less sensitive to the pain and Kuroko shifted, there was a pulse of pleasure, something sharp enough, deep enough to pull a guttural moan from your throat. It was mixed with enough of a growl that it caused a lingering ache and soon you were moving with Tetsuya, seeking that feeling. You wanted more.

Your nails sank into his forearms as he wrapped them around your torso. It was strange having them talk like you weren’t there, like you couldn’t answer for yourself, but maybe that was true. Words were beyond you right now. All you could think about was how much the stretch satisfied you, how the sting was fading faster and faster, and how your vision was blurring. You wanted more.

One of your hands released Tetsuya and he hissed right by your ear, his hips jumping out of rhythm for a moment as the pressure eased on his arm. You reached towards Akashi’s cock, hard and flushed, dripping precum but too far away for you to touch. You whined; your tongue too heavy to speak. You needed to say it. You needed to tell him that you were ready.

Your hand shook as Seijuro grinned, and Kuroko’s pace picked up though his thrusts remained shallow for now. Akashi rolled your clit a bit harder, and it was torturous, you didn’t want his fingers anymore.

“Nnn,” you tried to communicate, you thrashed your head from side to side and wiggled in Tetsuya’s grasp.

“I know, baby girl,” Akashi said finally.

Then he moved, closer, his leg moving over yours and Kuroko’s, so his cock was brushing your wet cunt while he withdrew his hand.

“I know,” he groaned and pushed forward.

It was too much instantly, and your body tried to pull away.

“Ah, stay still Bunny, you will get used to it,” Kuroko groaned, stilling his movements.

You could feel him shudder under you as you split apart on Akashi’s cock. You cried out, your hands flying to Tetsuya’s arm once again and sinking in with a vengeance. His hips jumped slightly at the feeling, and he growled.

“Oh fuck,” Akashi breathed.

He swore so little, but you were feeling it just the same. Those words you couldn’t say were now spilling from your lips in a string of expletives.

“Fuck, fuck, w-wait,” you squirmed. “W-wait please. Dammit.”

Akashi did, he paused but not because you asked. You knew he was pausing because he could feel you tightening down on him like a vice. You knew even in the haze of pleasure surrounding him, he was thinking about you. He bared his teeth in a snarl and hung over you like a man possessed. His red eyes stripping you bare. You felt like offering up your soul to him to feast upon.

Kuroko pressed frantic kisses and snagged your skin with his teeth. Impatience filled his every movement and you felt it through his flesh. You felt it in the way he trembled and mumbled against your sweat coated body. His tongue flicked against you, lapping the salt away with reverence, even as he waited for you to voice your acceptance of both of them.

Then you felt it, your body fluttered and with a gentle encouraging brush of Akashi’s thumb against your clit, and a deep exhale from you, it opened. Your walls relaxed and then tightened once again but not nearly as tight as before. No, this time it was greedy and gripped him just enough to have him pushing forward until he was pressing his hips against yours.

You shivered and a whine ripped itself from your throat. Oh, it was delicious, still a bit too much, still a bit overwhelming, but you couldn’t think, couldn’t worry and wasn’t that what you always wanted? Your head was too full of them, of the sensation of being pleasured as Tetsuya slowly retreated and dragged along every good spot inside you, that you couldn’t even form words anymore. Once again, the possibility of speech fled from you, and you didn’t give a damn.

They moved slowly at first, finding a rhythm between the two of them where you were always filled with at least one. Kuroko retreated and Akashi pushed forward, then they switched it around, again and again until you weren’t sure how you would ever piece your fractured psyche back together after this. How had you survived before this? Without them, without feeling this separated from your conscious and being this loved and coveted?

You struggled slightly in Kuroko’s grasp and Akashi’s palm pressed against your sternum. His beautiful lips formed a word, yet before he could say it the sound was torn from him, replaced with a moan instead as he thrusted into you. You could feel both of them brushing across each other, feel them rubbing against that fragile skin between them. It felt like all three of you were one.

Moans and curses tumbled from your lips; screams erupted when they hit a particularly wonderous spot.

“Oh,” you shuddered. “Oh. My. God.”

Kuroko chuckled behind you, though it was breathless, “Sing more for us. Fuck. So good.”

He groaned, nipping at your ear. His teeth were a bit too sharp, his tongue not soft enough to soothe the sting, but you didn’t care. You were spiraling and you weren’t sure if it was up or down.

“That’s it,” Akashi urged, his voice breathless, shaky.

Your twisted, and the words you would normally say in warning were nowhere to be found as your body convulsed so violently you felt them both hold you down harder. Your orgasm burned through your veins, hot and gluttonous. It ate your nerves up until you felt raw even as it was still be dragged endlessly from you by their relentless pace. Oversensitivity welcomed you into its embrace soon enough. Their movements never stopped though and they were so greedy, with the way their hungry words stroked over your skin and Kuroko’s panting, or Akashi’s gaze ate you alive.

You knew they wouldn’t last. Not with how thrashed Seijuro sounded and not with the way Tetsuya’s pants had turned into high pitched, and needy whines. Akashi’s hand reached out as your body calmed into satisfied twitches and gripped the pale blue hair of his other partner.

“You’re going to cum for me, aren’t you?” he growled, his body flexing and arching with strain as he fought against moving faster than you could take. “Going to cum like a good boy.”

That’s all it took for Kuroko’s thrusts to become inconsistent, losing the rhythm as he chased his high in a few quick, violent fucks. You felt his cum warm you, slickening his still sliding cock as he worked himself towards overstimulation.

“Good boy,” Akashi turned his red gaze to you. “And you are such a good fucking girl. Taking us both. I’m going to breed you now Bunny, fill you up until your so full you have no choice but to carry our brats.”

Your cunt fluttered at that thought and he laughed, the sound sharp and winded. His hand found your neck again and with the tightening of the leash looping further around his fingers, and his palm resting heavily on your collar, it was a welcome pressure. You didn’t even realize you were going to cum again, when you actually did. All you knew was it felt like too much, like your body was desperate to get away. There was too much sensation and then warmth spread over you, interspersed with sparks of electricity zapping up your spine to your brain. Unfurling like a blooming flower that had your body spasming. You couldn’t breathe at a point, and you worried about passing out, worried about missing the ecstasy that would paint Seijuro’s face. So, you fought the darkness at the edge of your vision even as your body twitched, and exhaustion dragged at your limbs.

Akashi grunted, his faced pinched and teeth grit in a look of pleasured agony. You felt his cock kick inside you, so aware that you had what seemed like an impossible amount of cum inside you now. That you were sore and fucked out and couldn’t think beyond the fact that you needed it to stop, but it was too good, and you never wanted it to end. Conflicting thoughts warred within you, none gaining the frontlines.

It was only when they’d pulled out and you felt the warmth of a washcloth over your body, you were painfully aware of what had happened. Warm cum rolled out of you, only to be chased away by two hands carefully practiced movements. They wiped your entire body clean. They pampered you. They adored you as they looked down upon your absolutely wrecked body.

“You’re perfect,” Kuroko said.

“You’ll always have a place with us,” Akashi added.

Dreamily you looked at them, watched as they washed you clean and tucked you in bed. You should be horrified, you should want to leave, all of this you knew. Yet all you could do was snuggle deeper under the covers, smiling as you thought you’d found your perfect place. A perfect place for a pet like yourself.

[the-guilty-writer]

Meal Prep

Request from @lubunnii: Not going anon for this one. This is purely self indulgent,

Rossi’s child is underweight (not an ED or anything) and because of their anxiety they don’t really have an appetite.

That’s all I got, you can add more to that if you want.

David Rossi x teen!reader

Summary: Preparation of food is a sign of love in your family, so when your anxiety makes your stomach churn, your dad prepares you something special.

A/N: Thank you for this request! Hopefully it is what you were looking for. My ANS sucks so I understand the loss of appetite thing and sometimes a smoothie is all I can manage to get down so that's the first thing that came to mind.

CW: reader has a hard time eating due to anxiety, reader is underweight, doctors don't take reader seriously, lots of talk about eating and food and feeling sick

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You didn’t hate food. How could you when you grew up in the Rossi household? A place where meals were made with passion, following recipes that had been passed down for generations which brought people together time and time again. The careful preparation of dishes and gathering to eat together was part of the way your dad expressed love. He’d go to the local grocery stores to pick out the finest ingredients and then spend hours in the kitchen cooking for the two of you, making sure everything was perfetto.

But good god your anxiety was a bitch. The underlying sensation of stress that caused your entire body to shake under the skin and your heart rate to rise also made you sick to your stomach. The nervous churning of your insides and the unsettled nature of your gut made you too nauseous to eat anything. Sometimes you could manage something easy on your stomach- a cup of plain yogurt with some fruit, half a granola bar, or a few bites of lightly buttered pasta if you were lucky- but some days you woke up feeling as thought you might vomit if you even smelled food.

And it really really sucked.

Your doctor had told you that you needed to eat more. Your weight had dropped below what was healthy, but all the M.D. did was write you a prescription for some prozac and send you on your way. You’d go back in a few months just to find out that your body still couldn’t keep on weight and be switched to a different SSRI that wouldn’t do any good in fixing the problem. Any request you made for anti-nausea medication would be denied due to the fact that you “just needed to relax” or “learn to meditate” or some other stupid passive gaslighting excuse a medical professional could come up with.

You laid on your bed, hoping that the nausea would subside soon so you could get something- anything- in your stomach. Despite your lack of appetite all you really wanted right now was to be able to enjoy the extravagant pasta dish your dad was preparing in the kitchen at the moment. The thought of missing out on it made you upset, but the thought of joining in made you want to vomit.

“Polpette! Dinner is ready!” your dad called from downstairs.

Years ago your nickname- meatball- would have made you smile. It was your favorite food when you were a little kid and it still was, but now hearing it just made you sad. Your stomach couldn’t handle the rich, hand-molded, mouth-watering food anymore.

You sighed and got out of bed, exhausted from your constant underlying unease and lack of fuel from being unable to consume more than a few hundred calories at a time. When you reached the kitchen, your dad welcomed you with his warmest smile.

“We have options tonight!” he said. Since Garcia got him into meal prepping, he’d often spend his days off making multiple dishes that could be reheated easily if he was in a rush. David Rossi wouldn’t be caught dead buying take out. “There is simple lasagne, spinach and cheese ravioli, chicken tetrazzini, and your great grandmother’s carbonara!”

The smell of the dishes hit your nose and your face warped as the idea of ingesting anything made you want to gag. You weighed your options.

“I- um.” You felt your face twist even more. “I don’t think-”

You felt panic rise in your chest, your hands shaking and your stomach churning. Tears began to flood your eyes and you shut them tight to keep them from falling.

Rossi was next to you in a second, wrapping you in a fierce hug. “It’s okay.”

“No it’s not, dad,” there was a hitch in your voice. “I want to eat but I feel so sick every time I think about it.”

Rossi placed a kiss on top of your head. “Go sit in the living room. I’ll be there in a minute, okay?”

You nodded and your dad wiped away your tears before you left the kitchen to sit in the living space. You curled up on the sofa, hugging your knees to your chest and leaning your head back against the couch cushions, willing your stomach to settle.

A few minutes later your dad walked into the living room and sat down next to you; he was holding a cup of something with a straw poking out the top. “Here,” he said, holding the straw for you. “Have some of this.”

You slowly sipped from the straw, a not-too-sweet liquid filling your mouth. It was a smoothie- strawberry and blueberry if you had to guess. The ache in your stomach calmed just a little as you swallowed the liquid mixture. Your dad rubbed your back with his free hand and you took another small sip.

“There you go,” Rossi said quietly. You leaned into him and he put the smoothie down on the coffee table to wrap you in a hug. “How are you feeling?”

“A little better,” you said. It was true- your dad knew exactly what you needed at that moment. It wasn’t a heavy dish that he had spent hours preparing, pouring his heart and generations of your family’s cooking techniques into in an effort to make it the most mouth-watering and flavorful meal on the planet; it was some fruit and ice cubes in a blender.

“Good,” Rossi said. He squeezed you gently around the shoulders. “We’re going to figure this out, alright? But until then I’ll do my best to make things easy for you.”

“Okay,” you whispered, thankful for your father’s understanding.

For the next hour, the two of you watched TV, him helping you take small sips of the smoothie between long stretches of time so you didn’t make yourself sick. It wasn’t until you almost finished the drink and he tucked you in bed that he went back to the kitchen to make a pitcher of the mixture in the hopes that you could drink some of it throughout the day tomorrow.

Perhaps it wasn’t the ingredients or the hours that made food special, but the thought and love behind it.

[finn-m-corvex]

Whumptober Day 28: Sacrifice

SACRIFICE SACRIFICE SACRIFICE! This is actually a concept that I talked about a WHILE ago with Shark and I realized that this was the perfect chance to help it get to fruition! Go me!

Taglist: @splinnters @abigailxoxo @tornoleander @mondothebombo @ghostwalloper @toastingpencils37 @lightning-chicken

Words: 2k

The guy holding him captive had two heads.

That wasn’t normal, right? Like, Jay had seen guys with two heads before, but those were snakes, so were they really guys or was it just something different? Maybe Garmadon would know something about it since he had extra limbs?

Now was not the time to start thinking about that, especially with him being tied to a strange chair covered in flowers and leaves and sticks and all sorts of other nature-y stuff.

“Let me out of here!” Jay demanded, pulling on the rope holding his wrists and feeling it dig into his skin. They were tighter than what he was used to. “I’m innocent I tell you! Innocent!”

Mr. Two Heads looked very unimpressed with his display, instead only turning away and walking out of the door. Jay didn’t know what kind of building he was in, a small hut if he had to guess, because whatever the purple lightning was had knocked him out cold. Trying to be a good audience for the king afterwards only proved to backfire, and the next thing he knew he was stuck here in this stupid hut. Being tied to a chair and kept there against his will wasn’t exactly his idea of a good time, but who knows! Maybe this was just their way of greeting people.

The man turned back, but this time he was carrying a tray laden with enough food to feed Jay for days. There were coconuts and berries and bananas and weird star fruit looking things and wow maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. It had been a while since Jay ate anything substantial—

No! He was the enemy! They were the enemies! He shouldn’t eat an enemy’s food!

“Food? Drink?” the man offered, and Jay recoiled away when the tray of food was shoved in his face. There was something about being offered a feast of food that tugged at unpleasant corners of his mind, and Jay pushed those feelings down as soon as they threatened to come back up.

Grimacing, Jay did his best to squirm away when it was pushed even closer. “No thanks, I’m really not that hungry.”

“You’re not? You just made a long trek through the jungle trying to make it to our village, and even battled against our stone guardian! Surely you must be at least a little hungry after all that?”

“Yeah, no. Not hungry, thank you though. Can you let me go now? Maybe let me go and see my friends?”

Frowning, Two-Head put the tray down on the ground next to Jay. The motion was slow, deliberate, and sent shivers down Jay’s spine. He said the wrong thing.“You are not being a very good guest, gift of Jay. It would do you well to eat some of our food.”

He was not prepared for a large fist to slam into the side of his head; he didn’t even see it coming. Pain blossomed across his temple, and Jay grit his teeth as the first came down again with enough force to try and bludgeon his face open. It drew blood the second time, warm and sticky and dripping down the side of his face and onto his gi.

Jay barely opened his mouth to yell about how this was assault before the guy was shoving food into it, and it took everything in Jay not to choke. A not entirely unpleasant sweet-salty taste exploded across his tongue, and he swallowed thickly to try and clear his mouth, working his bruised jaw and chewing.

The food was flavorless when he bit into it. Whatever he was tasting was only coating it.

Only when he was on the verge of actually choking from food inhalation did the two-headed man stop stuffing his face, and almost instantly Jay felt light-headed. The taste was overwhelming, coating his throat and making him cough violently as his head started to spin. Something was wrong. He couldn’t feel his hands or his legs, and his tongue was rolling around in his mouth like someone had disconnected it from the rest of his body. Kinda like how his head was feeling, actually.

Drugged. This was far from the first time that Jay had been drugged by random strangers looking to take advantage of him, but it never got any easier, especially when they used different drugs every single time. Would it kill his enemies to at least try and have some sort of consistency?

“You should be grateful, gift of Jay,” said the purple man, but his words sounded more like gobbledeguk than actual language, “because the king originally wanted you to have to do this completely sober. At least now you will remain somewhat unaware of your fate.”

“What fate?” Jay slurred. “What’s happening? What are you doing?”

Something was lifting his chair up. Jay struggled against the restraints keeping him in place, but his body refused to cooperate, his vision blurry and fading in and out like one of his pa’s old radios. The movement aggravated his head, and Jay would’ve thrown up if there was anything in his stomach. Bile still dribbled down his chin when he heaved, and there was cruel laughter as the chair was carried out of the hut and onto a strange wooden walkway. The dancing lights of the torches painted red streaks across his closed eyelids, and Jay only vaguely realized that they must’ve put some sort of primitive plant drug on the food.

First Master, the least they could’ve done was let him eat some that wasn’t drugged!

Tugging at his bonds, Jay realized that the knots were too tight for him to just pull, especially with his weakened strength and flimsy coordination.

But the real problem came about when one of the guards struck him with one of the lightning spears.

Purple arched through the air and Jay screamed. He slammed his head against the back of his chair, yanking at the restraints and desperately trying to squirm away from the sharp tip digging into his side. The person just kept pressing it further and further into his side, eventually drawing blood and making Jay gasp before finally pulling back. Unfamiliar electricity was still running through his body, and the sensation made Jay want to tear his skin off and throw himself into the nearest thundercloud to be cleansed. Mr. Two-Head was chuckling at the display, eventually reaching behind him and grabbing Jay’s chin.

Jay hated that he couldn’t fight back, feeling his stomach roll at the thought of even trying to move in his condition. “You are being quite unruly for a sacrifice,” Two-Head clicked his tongue in fake remorse, “but that is alright. We will be sure to beat it out of you before we arrive.”

“Where are you taking me?” Jay asked. The blood was starting to cover his eye, and he swallowed down the panic that started to swell up when half of his vision was turned red.

The two-headed man's grip tightened on Jay's chin, forcing him to meet the unnerving gaze of both heads. "You are being taken to the place where you will meet your end, gift of Jay. There, you will meet the beast and fulfill your destiny as a sacrifice."

A chill ran down Jay's spine, making him shiver violently, and he mustered the strength to spit at Two-Head's face. The glob of saliva landed on one of the heads, causing the man to react with a disgusted expression. Jay yelled when the butt of one of the spears slammed into his temple in retaliation, and he was fairly sure he had a concussion by this point. If they kept hitting him in the head like this then he wasn’t going to be conscious for much longer.

"Feisty, aren't we?" Two-Head wiped the saliva away, his expression shifting from amusement to irritation. "You will learn to respect our traditions, gift of Jay. The king demands it."

With that, the procession continued down the wooden walkway, torches casting long shadows in the dim jungle night. Jay's mind raced, his body still sluggish from the effects of whatever drug they had fed him. He needed a plan, an escape, but the restraints were unforgiving, and the guards with their pulsating purple spears kept a watchful eye. It reminded him too much of what it felt like to be on the shipl; he was just a thing for them to parade around, an object to toy with and throw away whenever they were done with using it. Even the notion made him sick to his stomach.

He thought he may be able to hear the ocean some ways away, but instead of trying to know for sure Jay let his head thump against the back of the chair. Closing his eyes, Jay did his best to get his breathing back under control, helping his heart to stop galloping in his chest. The drugs definitely weren’t wearing off, maybe they were of a variety that got stronger over time? That wouldn’t be good. Well, nothing in this situation was good, but Jay would really like it if at least one thing were to start going his way.

There was a rustling sound in front of him, and Jay cracked his eyes open to see his guards messing with something on the ground. Two-Head noticed that Jay was looking, cracking a toothy grin to the blue ninja that was just off enough to make alarm bells ring in Jay’s head. Jay craned his head to try and see what the object was, but one of the other guards was quick to grab Jay’s chin and force his head forward again. Jay was getting really tired of being manhandled.

“Now, how could we forget the best part?” Two-Head said, holding the thing behind his back. “A gift of our own for you, gift of Jay. I hope you enjoy it.”

It was a flower crown made from oddly colored roses, and Jay’s eyes widened when he spotted the thorns still embedded in the stems. He struggled to get away as it came closer and closer to his head, and someone shoved him forward to make it easier to put the damn thing on him. They grabbed at his hair, keeping his head in place as Two-Head finally pushed the flower crown down.

Jay hated how he could feel every thorn digging into his skin, the blood rushing down as the crown was pushed farther and farther. It was painful and definitely something that someone like Nadakhan would’ve enjoyed, and Jay bit his tongue to keep from crying out as he felt the thorns scratch at his forehead. It was getting tangled in his curly locks but the man didn’t care, continuing to adjust it until it was exactly where he wanted it to be: right in the middle of Jay’s forehead, so that even the most miniscule of muscle twitches would cause it to move.

A cruel smile played at the man’s lips that had Jay reeling. “There we go! Isn’t that so much better? Look how nice it looks on you, it even matches the color of your blood!”

“That’s not a good thing,” Jay ground out, doing his best to keep his head still. He probably shouldn’t be poking this bear, but he couldn’t care less about the consequences of literally anything right now.

Scoffing, the man gestured for the procession to continue, and Jay could’ve sworn that they were rocking the chair more now just to get a rise out of him. The thorns kept digging into his skin, almost as if they were trying to burrow into his skull, and every sensory issue Jay had was screaming for him to take it off. The blood was making his skin crawl, especially when it went directly down his next and onto his undershirt. The ocean sounds were getting stronger, and Jay wasn’t exactly sure if he wanted to know what the next part of the process was.

He hoped that the others would be there, though. They would make it better.

[royrockstone]

treat it as a prompt to spread your food motifs thoughts, would love to hear some (especially after finale)

ty for askinggg <333

4x10, as told through food:

Caribbean Air Clear was a big win for caroline ed truthers. caroline’s food stuff has always been a stand-in for her failure to parent— she is either resentful of having to, or unable to, nourish them; she gives food in paltry amounts because that’s how she parcels out affection. and the kids find what she does give them inedible. at the Peter Munion Pitch Dinner, she announces that the portions are going to be small, and the only thing that looks like palatable food in her kitchen (the cheese) is reserved for peter— a person she actually chose to put in her life and seems to be happy with.

in contrast to logan, who tested and punished them around food, i read caroline’s inability to nourish them as more unintentional— she just can’t do it because she feels so much bitterness about her family. i also think there’s gender stuff in there— she's not Womanly bc she can’t cook (or, more likely, have someone else cook) properly, she’s like if the wire mother didn’t even give milk. in some ways, she’s sort of girlish rather than womanly (expressing in chiantishire that she wants to like have fun and drink and fuck and gossip rather than settle into being an older woman who’s best days are behind her. and she gets along best with her girliest kid, roman.) it always makes me feel crazyinsane that the one moment In The Light that roman seems to have gotten is laughing with logan about caroline’s inability to feed them (“three muddy trout for six and fill up on mustard”) those kids had no chance to be fed emotionally or physically lol </3 

meal fit for a king! lets talk about it. it is, first of all and foremost, sweet! it’s a time when food is being used playfully and you’re expected to eat rather than expected to abstain. but theres also such a dark side to it imo, as with all affection for the roys. 1. shiv spits in the blender (in a mirror of when she spit in kens notebook in s3) which is meant to be at least a little bit degrading 2. the whole point is kind of degrading (the name sounds like something logan would do — see boar on the floor, dinner for winners and mole in the hole from the script books) make kendall eat something disgusting, not as a test per se, but as a way of humbling him just a little. food is still lowkey a weapon even when it’s sweet and silly. (also theres some kendall jesus motif— roman crowns him but in a way that’s mocking etc) 3. it’s sweet specifically because the foods are a) unwanted— the roy kids have been starved, of affection and literally of food, and they’re making something genuinely nice with scraps and b) not luxurious— it’s not ortolan or kendalls endive salad, it’s bread ends and cocoa powder. 

there was an interesting moment that mirrored my 4x08 food lore thoughts— ken offers roman rum punch when he’s still trying to woo his board vote against shiv, and roman ignores the punch, pours himself a shot, then grabs a beer. kendall is the one who locked him in a cage and made him eat cake, he’s the reason they had to eat roast chicken, roman experiences his brother as always trying to subordinate him by controlling what he consumes (which is obv a corollary to trying to control him in business.)

on the less thematic/more personally self-serving ed headcanon side of things, nothing has contradicted my hc that roman hasn’t eaten solid food since logan died. all he does is lick Peter’s Special Cheese, drink coffee (sleep deprivation won succession, actually), and drink alcohol. we see roman eat cake at connors rehearsal dinner, pre-logan death and during what he thought was a secure time in the sibling alliance, then never again. his habit of snacking on little bits of fruit and desserts has totally disappeared. tho it's not shown, i could see him eating the night of the election when he realized he won at something and was expecting to crush it at the funeral the next day. if hes becoming logan, hes allowed to eat. but the second he flames out at the funeral and realizes he is, in fact, still a dead man walking, he’d go back to not eating. trying to please the dad in his head, or to express his essential deadness/emptiness without his dad. 

ofc, we don't rlly see the other siblings eat, either (i have laser-focused Roman ED vision so something might have slipped past me. does shiv taste the breakfast tom brings her?) notably, no one ate at the Funeral Planning Committee breakfast, they don’t eat at the tailgate im p sure, i don’t think anyone touched the food at the Munion Pitch Dinner. (tbh concerned for shiv’s fetus re: having adequate calories.) i think part of it is grief and part of it is collective family Disorder and part of it is the good old competitive strong dog weak dog stuff.

i made a joke that roman is going to end up like caroline, but i kind of meant it? i can see him having no food in his house, cocktail in hand, snugly burying himself some place out of the way and fucking around with mild self-destruction for the rest of his life. (altho rather than a failhusband i think he’d try to replace logan yet again and end up with a partner who was pretty brutish or domineering) 

ty again!

[jcdedmemories]

[ jonathan bailey, cis man, he/him ] — whoa! JASPER VANDERBILT III just stole my cab! not cool, but maybe they needed it more. they have lived in the city for THEIR WHOLE LIFE, working as a PEDIATRIC SURGEON. that can’t be easy, especially at only 35 YEARS OLD. some people say they can be a little bit EMBARRASSED  and SENSITIVE , but i know them to be INTELLIGENT and PERSONABLE. whatever. i guess i’ll catch the next cab. hope they like the ride back to MANHATTAN! — @bhqextras

CHARACTER INFORMATION:

full name: jasper alexander vanderbilt III

nickname(s): super jr, doc, jav

pronouns & gender: he/him & cis man

sexuality: heterosexual

age: thirty-five

relationship status: single

birth date: november 3, 191988

birth place: manhattan, new york ,ny

hometown; manhattan, new york, ny

time in town: whole life

occupation: pediatric doctor

parents: jasper & madelyn vanderbilt

siblings: skylar vanderbilt, logan vanderbilt, spencer vanderbilt, holden vanderbilt, bailey vanderbilt

personality: embarrassed, intelligent, personable, sensitive

pet: none

children: none 

APPEARANCE:

celebrity doppelgänger: jonathan bailey

height: 5'11"

hair color: dark brown

eye color: dark brown

FAVORITES:

color: slate gray

non-alcoholic beverage: polar cherry limeade seltzer

alcoholic beverage: michelob ultra

season: spring

candle scent: clean linen

book: to kill a mockingbird by harper lee

video game: n/a

tv show: law & order svu

animated tv show: bob’s burgers

movie: spiderman w/ tobey maguire

holiday movie: a christmas story

disney movie: peter pan

pixar movie: inside out

disney channel original movie: n/a

candy: sour gummy worms

chocolate candy: raisinetes

Fruit: honeydew melon

Vegetable: asparagus

cuisine to eat: chicken and waffles

cuisine to make: pasta

genre of music: pop

artist: michael jackson

band: the backstreet boys

song: i want it that way by the backstreet boys

BIOGRAPHY:

Growing up with parents that were heavily involved in the medical field was very intimidating. It probably wouldn’t have been as bad if said parents didn’t put so much pressure on you to the point where felt sick to your stomach a majority of your life. With a father that was a neurosurgeon and a mother who was a cardiovascular surgeon, you felt like you had to live up to their image, especially being the first child that they had. He never thought that someone would feel remotely the way that Jasper felt, but then he met Devi Nadar. 

Since they both grew up with rich families, he felt like they thought the same way that money wasn’t as big of a deal as their parents may have felt. While Jasper excelled in science and math classes, it was clear that he was going to end up in med school just to make his parents proud. What they didn’t know was that he was planning to become a pediatric surgeon. He felt like there weren’t enough pediatric doctors in the nation overall and even less surgeons. He had gone off to med school but he remained close with Devi, not wanting to be severed from her. 

A lot of people would’ve thought that Devi and Jasper were dating and he didn’t mind that because he knew what him and Devi had with one another. They kept in touch with his best friend as he went through school and even his residency. He didn’t have as much time to hang out with her throughout the residency but luckily she understood that about him which made Jasper appreciate the time they had together even more. 

Jasper met a woman who was as gorgeous as they came. He thought he was going to spend the rest of his life with her. Things were going great until well, they weren't. She eventually got sick of Jasper's long hours and constantly being on call during his residency that she was tired of feeling alone. Jasper did though try to come by and surprise her with flowers and take out so that they could spend an evening they didn't know they were going to get together with the one he loved. Well, he came home to her in bed with someone else. Jasper's heart was broken. 

After his residency, Jasper remained in New York and got a job as an attending at Mt. Sinai Hospital as a pediatric surgeon attending. He has performed many life saving surgeries in his time as an attending and he is grateful to have helped as many kids as he could. While his parents think he copped out in going to pediatrics, his younger sisters have been routing for him since day one. 

[thebawdybaldurian]

Halsummer Day 7

AU of your choice

Last day of Halsummer! Thank you to everyone who participated! This is a scene from an upcoming chapter of my modern AU, Texts from Baldur’s Gate. I want to start DMing in person and thought writing Halsin as one would be a fun experiment. It features some dialogue through text messages and other simulated media.

Summary and Background: Addy is TAV, a folk-pop musician and Astarion is a political TV pundit. They’ve just started seeing Halsin, who is the director of a conservation group. He invites them to visit his farm outside Reithwin, to play Daggers and Damsels, a popular tabletop role playing game.

Addy and Astarion drove out to Reithwin at the start of the tenend. This was the first time they’d been to Halsin’s small farm and arrived in the late morning. “Well look at him,” Addy grinned, pulling up in front of the farmhouse. Halsin was shirtless and pulling carrots out of a vegetable garden. He glistened with sweat from the bright sun and had his hair in a high bun.

“You made it,” he smiled as they climbed out of the car.

“Your directions were extremely thorough,” Addy grinned, sauntering over to kiss him hello. “Mmmmmm…I missed that smell,” she shivered excitedly, nuzzling his neck. He smelled like the earth and it instantly made her feel at ease.

“I’ve been pulling vegetables up all morning. We’ll have plenty of snacks for this evening,” he held her just off her toes to kiss her again.

“I hope that’s not all we’re having,” Astarion smirked, giving Halsin a peck on the cheek so he didn’t get dirt on his clothes. “Vegetables aren’t snacks!”

Halsin laughed, seizing Astarion by the waist and pulling him close against him. “The other players will be bringing food as well and some of them eat meat. There will also be special brownies when the session starts wrapping up.”

“Ooooo ‘special’ special or made with zucchini ‘special’ brownies?” Addy asked, nestled between the two of them.

“Both,” Halsin smiled.

He helped them bring their bags inside, the farmhouse sparsely, but finely furnished. Addy helped Halsin scrub and chop the vegetables while Astarion attempted to befriend Thaniel, Halsin’s elderly cat. “Is he alive?” Astarion asked when the cat didn’t stir as he stroked his head.

“He sleeps quite deeply,” Halsin called from the kitchen. “I’ve nearly buried him several times before he woke up to eat.”

Halsin gave them a tour of the small farm once they finished inside. It had a coop full of chickens, several vegetable and herb gardens, a tiny orchard of fruit trees, and a greenhouse full of halflingweed, which they shared a small pipe of. It was a lot for Halsin to manage on his own, but his friends and co-workers often stopped by to help out in exchange for fresh produce and weed. The other players began arriving late in the afternoon, planning to camp overnight in the grass fields since they’d be imbibing. Nettie and Rath had driven together, bringing both chicken and cauliflower hot wings with them. Two other friends, Ormn and Arron also carpooled and brought a variety of salads. The last player, Tuffet, overslept and arrived just as Halsin was staring to get the table assembled. She’d grabbed a pizza from town, which Astarion thanked her for multiple times during the evening.

Halsin introduced everyone who hadn’t met, most of the guests playing it cool around the famous couple. They plated up food and settled into the table, Nettie sitting between Addy and Astarion to help them with any game rules and mechanics they didn’t understand. “Everyone ready?” Halsin finally asked, taking a small sip from his beer.

“Absolutely!” Addy smiled, getting her dice arranged just right.

“Alright…since our last adventure, Frannie and Finwick have been taken down by a stomach flu, and cannot continue your quest to retrieve the Heartlight Crystal. Since time is running short before the arrival of Draven the Underlich at the Summer Solstice, you’ve decided to inquire at a local tavern for some mercenaries willing to aid you on your dangerous trek. You enter and see a pair of elves sitting at a table, looking over a bounty contract. Please, Addy and Astarion, tell us who we see,” Halsin began, weaving the story so his lovers’ characters could be easily introduced into their campaign.

“You see a very elegant, but slightly gaudy bard. She’s wearing the full costume: ruffled collar jacket, puffy-legged pants, and a tricorn cap with feathers so long they are tickling the half-orc sitting behind them and making him very irritated,” Addy introduced her character. She poked Astarion, who was too busy perfecting his player portrait in the Daggers and Damsels app on his phone to notice it was his turn to introduce himself.

“Oh right,” Astarion set his phone down. “I’m a very handsome, dark-haired underelf in black armor that almost makes him disappear. He’s currently doing that thing, with a dagger, where they try not to stab their fingers.”

“Five-finger fillet,” Halsin smiled. “Roll a dexterity check to make sure you don’t stab any of your fingers.”

“Oooo first roll!” Addy said excitedly, picking at her dice like it was her turn.

“How do I do that?” Astarion asked, picking up his phone again. “It said I can roll using this.”

“Oh that’s so boring,” Addy moaned, handing him one of her dies. “Just do it the traditional way.”

“You’ve never even played this before,” Astarion shooed her hand away. “There it is right there,” he pointed at the screen. “It says my dexterity is high, so I’ve got this,” he clicked the button to roll the check. “A two. That’s good right?”

“Oh dear…What’s your modifier?” Nettie leaned over to help. “Uhhhh, he rolled a total of nine.”

“You make it all the way around once, but catch your pinky on the final stab. Mark off one health point,” Halsin smiled.

“Damn it!” Astarion clicked another button on his phone. “Now it says I am dead.”

“I think you typed in 111,” Nettie helped him reset it.

“I use…Jester’s Jingle to restore the health point,” Addy looked up from her brand new player’s manual.

“Alright,” Halsin nodded, amused by her enthusiasm. “Astarion, you are back to full health. What is everyone else doing? And since Astarion and Addy are new to the game, describe your characters as well.”

“I’m Bregga, a stout dwarf with a long beard,” Nettie held up her simple 3d-printed miniature. “I’m going to get a drink at the bar and look around for anyone who looks like they can fight. And laugh a little at the elf that stabbed his finger.”

“Hey!” Astarion pouted.

“I’m Shadowclaw, a werewolf that has a human form, much like my own,” Rath introduced his character, showing off a colorful portrait he’d drawn on the front of his binder. “I’m also getting a drink, but in a bowl.”

The other players introduced their characters, settling them around the imaginary tavern. “So, Callia,” Nettie asked, speaking to Tuffet’s giantkin barbarian character. “What do you think of those two over there? It appears they are looking for work and we could probably offer them a little more coin than the bounty they are looking over.”

“What is the bard going to do?” Tuffet replied, lowering the register of her voice to seem gruff. “Tickle our enemies to death?”

Everyone laughed, including Addy, who was hanging onto every word of the players’ dialogues. “Oh I’ve got all these spells, don’t worry,” she held up her player’s manual.

“Let’s go see if they are even interested,” Arron, the halfman tinkerer Cogson Dimbledust, suggested. “Most people wouldn’t dare step foot in the Forest of Hums.”

“Sounds fun!” Astarion smirked. “I love humming and hummers,” he gave Addy a look.

“I’m going to walk over to them,” Nettie said, ignoring the crude joke. “Hello there. Are you two looking to collect that bounty?”

“We are,” Addy squeezed Astarion’s thigh, urging him to start role playing more. “My partner here is always stabbing himself, so we’re short on coin and healing supplies.”

“We might be able to help with the coin and we have a cleric. The name’s Bregga Brokenshield,” Nettie replied.

“A pleasure,” Addy tipped her head. “Chardonnay Brandywine…roaming minstrel and occasional bounty hunter. My stabby friend is…”

“Lucius Blackwood,” Astarion pretended to bow. “Playboy, knave, and professional liar…I’m going to try to pick Bregga’s pocket as we’re talking.”

“Astarion!” Addy playfully smacked his arm.

“Roll a sleight of hand check,” Halsin chuckled.

“Stop having to do rolls,” Addy whispered. “Let someone else get a turn,” she rearranged her dice again. “I’m going to kick Lucius in the shin under the table to interrupt his pickpocketing.”

“Alright, you will roll against Astarion’s sleight of hand.”

“Yes! Which die do I roll and for what?” Addy got overly excited at finally getting to use her brand new dice and tray.

“Athletics,” Halsin replied as Nettie pointed out the right die.

“Can it be acrobatics?” Addy asked sweetly. “I have a much higher acrobatics.”

“Unfortunately, you aren’t doing a flip to stop him,” Halsin grinned at her.

“Such a strict DM,” she grinned back at him, nudging his foot playfully under the table. “Okay, that’s a….16 total…I think.”

Nettie nodded to indicate that she’d added everything right. “Alright, Astarion?” Halsin asked.

“Ummmm…” he stared down at his phone. “15…shit!”

“Chardonnay kicks your shin under the table and it makes you shift just enough that Bregga notices you.”

“Excuse me?” Nettie puffed up a little.

“That’s a lovely belt you have,” Astarion pretended to laugh nervously, finally getting into it. “You said you might be able to help us with coin?”

They discussed their way out of the tavern and onto their adventure, stopping to restock on health potions. Astarion’s character managed to steal an extra one with his first successful dice roll. Halsin guided them outside of the fictional town and into the forest. “So why do they call it the Forest of Hums?” Astarion waggled his eyebrows.

“It is full of restless spirts that hum endless death knells,” Ormn replied, playing the solemn shapechanger cleric, Solan.

“As you two are talking, you start to hear that aforementioned hum,” Halsin spoke up. “I need everyone to roll a stealth check.”

“Oooo I’m good at stealth,” Astarion boasted. “But I don’t trust this damn phone,” he grabbed Tav’s 20-sided die instead.

“I have some dice you can borrow,” Nettie grabbed her sack for him to choose from.

“Ha! Nineteen…plus…8. Twenty-seven total!” He said happily.

“Very good,” Halsin smiled, excited that they were both really getting into the game.

“Oh no,” Addy’s face blanched as she rolled her die. “Natural one.”

Everyone jeered at that, laughing happily as Addy blushed from embarrassment at rolling the first one of the night. “My little boots I am wearing have bells on them and I forgot to take them off and they are just jingling as I…” she laughed, mimicking the cartoon creep walk.

“Alright,” Halsin chuckled, getting out of his chair. “With that failed roll, everyone needs to roll initiative.”

Everyone cheered, clinking glasses and getting their dice and minis ready. Halsin disappered into the other room, coming back with a large combat board set up to look like a forest. “Oh my Gods, did you make this?!” Addy stood up to look it over as he carefully set it in the middle of the table.

“I did…and I have another surprise,” he smiled, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out two 3d-printed miniatures for Addy and Astarion, one in a colorful bard’s costume and the other in sleek black armor. “They just finished drying,” he handed one to each of them.

“This is amazing,” Addy turned it around, a lot of the details lost at such a small scale, but still recognizable.

“Rath had them printed yesterday and I painted them last night,” Halsin replied, setting the enemies on the board.

The party rolled and got into combat, finding the encounter troublesome due to the spirits ethereal nature. With Astarion’s added sneak attacks and Addy’s support spells and inspiring song, they made it out alive and healed up. They took a short break after to stretch and get more food. Halsin led them through a few more encounters and they finally arrived at their final destination to retrieve the Heartlight Crystal. It was getting late, so Halsin decided to end the night as they arrived at the Chamber of Sanguine. “Oh come on!” Astarion laughed happily, the special brownies starting to take effect. “Let’s keep playing!”

“We’ll be here all night if you keep rolling this low,” Halsin yawned.

“We’ll just have to come back again,” Addy replied, carefully examining her miniature, feeling fully stoned. “We had a lot of fun.”

[eddiemunsonw]

It takes one kiss

CHAPTER 5 - As real as they come

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5

Steddie Fanfic

Summary: Steve hosts a party and ends up suffering through the consequences of humoring Tommy.

OR

Steve Harrington kisses Eddie Munson by accident and that sucked. Right?

CW / Disclaimer: Some mild overlap with S4 scenes (barely) - But (!!) Eddie lives - Mention of F-slur once.

Author’s note: My first Steddie fic! Another first woop. Let's hope you like. It has five parts that I'll be posting both on here and on my ao3: eddiemunsons. Enjoy!

Words: (of current chapter) 4651 / (complete fic) 15381

Steve’s POV

“Who wanted a hamburger?” Steve called out, looking around the backyard. Dustin, Lucas and Mike jumped up to get their fill, plates in hand. Steve’s stomach grumbled a little, although most of his appetite had gone purely from smelling all the food.

“Me first, I need one for Max too,” Lucas said right away. No one protested and Steve watched as Lucas walked back to Max and El. The latter started to cut up the hamburger so Max had an easier time eating while talking animatedly to her. Max was still confined to her wheelchair for now and the doctors weren’t sure whether she would ever get out of it. People often expressed their sympathy, but Max wanted none of that. Sure, she missed skating and her independence, but ever since her vision returned she had found peace with most of it. Being able to see Lucas and the others again was a gift she didn’t think she would get back.

It had been Nancy’s idea, to all get together and have some fun. So when the weather forecast showed a blazing sun and a fair bit of heat, Steve had suggested having a barbecue at his house. His parents weren’t there as usual, so it was most convenient. That, and the large grill they had in the backyard. Steve watched how everyone was eating and put some chicken satay and sausages on while subconsciously counting heads. Habit. He barely had a chance to frown when he noticed someone was missing as said person popped up next to him.

“Scooch over, Harrington. You should eat.”

Steve gave Eddie a look as he felt him try to pry the tong out of his hand. Simply because he could, Steve tightened his grip and smiled softly when he heard Eddie huff. Eddie had been cleared of crutches since last week, but he had a long way to go to regain the strength in his legs, which made Steve want to decline. But, knowing how stubborn Munson could be, he relented and handed him the tong.

“Thanks. I just put these on, make sure to—”

“I know how to handle a piece of meat, Harrington. Don’t you worry your big head over it. What do you want? These things? Something else?”

“Sure, yeah, uhm, maybe some ribs?” Steve offered as if he needed approval. Eddie shot him a grin and took a large gulp from his coke while dismissing him with his hand.

“I’ll bring it over when it’s done. You relax. Take some of that too,” Eddie said, gesturing at the table ladened with bread, several salads and fruit. Steve gave him a nod and joined Robin who sat close to the pool after filling a plate with some garlic bread and potato salad.

“Finally. Thought you’d never sit down.”

Steve eagerly started to eat, took his time munching away before responding to Robin. She watched him fondly.

“Eddie took over,” Steve explained. Robin smiled and glanced over at Eddie who seemed pretty much in his element. Especially when he scolded Mike for already coming back for more, waving the spatula around as he exclaimed it was Steve’s turn now.

“I saw. Nice view, isn’t it?”

Steve looked up, his mouth stuffed with a piece of bread as he frowned.

“That’s not very I-only-like-girls of you Robin.”

“I meant for you, dingus.” Immediately, Steve’s cheeks gained the color crimson and he swallowed the piece of bread down a little too eagerly, making him feel it go down all the way. He shook his head and took a spoonful of potato salad as he narrowed his eyes at her.

“No.”

“Oh come on. Did you even talk to him yet?”

“There’s not much to talk about.”

“Uh, there is plenty to talk about. Starting with the whole I-really-liked-kissing-you thing.”

Steve groaned and huffed a breath.

“I still wish you hadn’t heard that.”

“Well, too bad. I did. Loud and clear. And you two should talk.”

Back then, in the Upside Down, when Eddie had confessed he had liked kissing him, Robin had heard. In the midst of all the chaos she had heard and had decided to sprung it on Steve weeks later, in a completely out of the blue way that was very typical for Robin.

“That guy that you kissed, the one that made you realize you were bi with my incredible help and guidance, that was Eddie?”

Steve had panicked, looked around in horror to see if anyone had heard them, momentarily forgetting they were by themselves in a pretty deserted field of grass (He had been physically dragged out of the hospital for an afternoon by Robin and discovered they liked watching clouds together).

He still didn’t know how Robin had managed to miss the whole ordeal that had gone down all those years ago. Steve had no reason to not admit it right then and there and it had honestly been a huge relief to have someone to talk to, as his bi-awakening had been in a pretty dire looking coma at the time and it was turning him into a wreck. However, Eddie woke up, and so did Robin’s desire to help Steve confess his feelings. Steve, on the other hand, was convinced that that was a very bad idea.

“I don’t even know how to start.”

Robin shrugged, formed two mouths with her hands as she mimicked their voices badly. “Hey Eddie - Sup, Harrington - So uh you said you really liked kissing me when you were in my arms and I just wanna say me too man - Wow let’s kiss.” Robin brought her hands together and made smooching noises and Steve pushed her hands down.

“My god Rob, stop it.”

“I’m just saying, he’s literally making you food right now. Unlike me who selfishly sat here to cool my feet in the water.”

“I wouldn’t trust you near a barbecue anyway.”

“Ouch. I am hurt,” Robin deadpanned. “What do you have to lose?”

“A friend?”

Steve dared to look over at Eddie who was so focused at turning the sausages that the tip of his tongue was sticking out, wetting his top lip. He sighed.

“Gross. You’re so lovesick.”

“Mhm. How’s Vickie?”

“I’m seeing her tomorrow. Unlike some of us I actually am doing something about it.”

“That’s great, I’m happy for you, Rob. Go woo her.”

“Take a piece of your own advice and go woo Munson for me will you?”

“I’ll think about it.”

Eddie was coming over and Robin took that as her cue to join Nancy, Jonathan and Argyle at the table. His gaze followed Robin for a moment and then he settled down next to Steve, cross legged and facing him.

“Here.”

Steve looked down at the plate filled with two big chunks of ribs, three sausages and four satays. Eddie avoided his eyes and focused on the meat instead as he handed it over.

“Thanks, Ed. I’m not sure I can eat all of this though, do you want some?”

“Of course you can. It’s good for those jock muscles of yours.” Eddie’s hand clasped his knee for a moment. His hand was hot. So were Steve’s cheeks, now. He barely registered it though, as the word ‘jock’ settled unpleasantly in his mind.

“Can we just call them muscles? No longer a jock.”

“You’re kind of a retired jock, though.”

“Please?”

Eddie scratched the back of his neck and frowned.

“Right, okay. My bad. It’s just good for these bad boys, yeah?” Eddie said as he leaned over to squeeze both his biceps. Always touching him lately. “Gotta keep you well fed in case we gotta fight off monsters again some day.”

“The only monsters I wanna fight from here on out are lousy parkers and whoever keeps me from buying my favorite ice cream.”

“Who even wants strawberry ice cream anyway,” Eddie mumbled. “So… standard.”

“Oh, yeah, banana flavor is really wild,” Steve mumbled sarcastically, although he felt a flutter in his chest at the fact that Eddie remembered his favorite ice cream flavor. He picked up a rib and started eating while Eddie leaned back on his hands, looking way more delicious than whatever was on his plate right now. Cut off gray Iron Maiden band tee, sleeveless and fraying at the ends. Whenever he stretched his arms upwards, which he apparently did a lot, Steve noticed, a stripe of skin became visible just above his belt, showing off his happy trail and large, pink scars. Steve had a few of those himself now too. 

The most surprising part of his outfit were probably the black shorts that stopped just below his knees. Black, chains as usual, some extra pockets that he stashed several lighters, keys and his cigarettes in. Below were his milky white legs that were quite the contrast next to Steve’s sun kissed ones. He tanned pretty easily and had noticed Eddie’s skin simply refused to do any of the sort. Steve had only briefly looked down and Eddie had given him a warning look, as if to dare him to say something about it. Steve wouldn’t. He liked Eddie’s appearance more than he’d like to admit, legs included.

“I’ll have you know that banana flavor is quite delicious and very underrated.”

“It tastes super artificial.”

“That’s what I love about it.”

“You’re weird.”

“Why, thank you, that’s so kind of you to say.”

Steve smiled and dared to look up at him through his lashes as he bit off a piece of chicken. Eddie watched him quietly, his smile matching Steve’s. Then, he looked away to watch the kids as they chattered away loudly, animatedly. Carefree, almost.

“I gotta give it to Wheeler. This was a pretty neat idea.”

Steve followed Eddie’s gaze and nodded.

“It’s nice.”

Late afternoon turned into evening and Eddie had appointed himself the designated driver to drive the kids home. Nancy and Jonathan had already left half an hour earlier with Argyle, Mike and Will, which only left Dustin, Max, Lucas and El. It was mostly convenient too, as his van had enough room to put Max’s wheelchair in the back and her and Lucas fit easily next to him at the front while Dustin and El sat with their backs against the seats. Steve was so busy saying goodbye to all the kids that he hadn’t even really said goodbye to Eddie. A sigh escaped his lips as he closed the door behind him, immediately faced with Robin.

“Oh, you’re leaving too?” he asked, a little surprised. Robin nodded, giving him an apologetic look.

“I have to help my parents in the morning and I don’t want to be completely exhausted by the time I meet up with Vickie so I have to get a decent amount of sleep,” she sighed. Steve nodded in understanding.

“Of course. You go have fun tomorrow, yeah? Just make sure to throw the bowling ball forward and not backwards,” he teased. Robin rolled her eyes but smiled affectionately before pulling him into a hug.

“Thanks for the solid advice, dingus. See you Monday.”

“Good night, Rob.”

As soon as she had driven off, Steve closed the door to lean against it. Even the softest sigh seemed to echo in the large house. It immediately felt so empty without them. He only allowed himself to wallow in the feeling for a good minute or two before he pushed himself away from the door to put on some music. Just as he put the needle down, the doorbell rang. Knowing Robin, she probably forgot her sweater or something. Already looking around for anything out of place, he made his way over to the door and swung it open.

“Forgot something Rob— Oh.”

Eddie’s POV

Eddie walked past him without a word and only turned around when he stood in the middle of the hallway.

“So it was Buckley I just passed.”

When Steve gave him a confused look, Eddie gestured vaguely in the air and shrugged.

“I guess we’re alone then. Beer?” Steve was looking at him as if he had grown a second head and Eddie licked his lips, suddenly feeling a little awkward. “Unless, uh… I’m totally overstaying my welcome here,” he added, scratching the back of his neck. “I didn’t expect everyone to be gone by the time I came back, even though… I literally took all the remaining people with me except Buckley. Shit. Sorry, I—”

“It’s alright Eddie, you can stay. Glad you came back, in fact,” Steve blurted out. Eddie gave him a lopsided smile and started to shuffle backwards towards the kitchen, where the cold beer was neatly stacked in the fridge.

“Glad, huh? Missed me already?”

“Only every hour of the day,” Steve said jokingly. Eddie hummed in thought after he opened his can, really making a show of it. Tapping his chin with his finger as he gazed up at the ceiling.

“We ought to do something about that. What about a nice life-size cutout of me to look at whenever I’m not gracing you with my presence?”

“You’d scare the living death out of me if I woke up in the middle of the night facing that thing.”

Eddie grumbled something incoherent, grasped at his chest and gasped.

“Oof. You hurt me, Harrington,” he sighed dramatically. Steve smiled and Eddie cocked his head towards the backyard.

“Wanna go outside? It’s pretty nice out now. Bit humid still but nothing your pool can’t fix,” he suggested, already walking to the door.

“You wanna swim or something?”

“Ah, no, I meant just soaking our legs until our feet are old and wrinkly looking.”

“Oh. Cool.”

“Unless you want to swim?” Eddie asked, glancing back over his shoulder as he stepped outside. Steve laughed and shook his head.

“No, I’m good.” He closed the door behind him to keep the mosquitos out and joined Eddie at the edge of the pool, taking off his slippers as he watched him taking off his thick boots and socks.

“Aren’t those super hot to wear?” Steve asked curiously, pointing at the boots. Eddie nodded and put them to the side as he immediately dropped his feet into the water, a content sigh leaving his mouth.

“Mhm, but slippers are an atrocity. Uncomfortable, sand and other shit gets everywhere and I’m doing the world a favor by keeping my feet from view.” Steve peered down to look at Eddie’s feet, which were being swung back and forth into the water.

“I think they look fine.”

Eddie snorted at how genuine Steve sounded.

“I know. People would die for a closer look, which they’ll never get. So, in that way, I’m doing everyone a favor by keeping the temptation hidden from their sinful eyes.”

“So what are you doing to me now?” Steve asked, his brow raised. Eddie gave him a funny look and nudged him with his shoulder as he wiggled his feet in the water.

“What, you got a foot fetish or something, Harrington?” he teased, his nose nearly touching Steve’s cheek. “‘Cause if so… I might make an exception.”

Steve shoved his shoulder halfheartedly as he leaned away from him, laughter escaping his lips. Eddie felt his chest tighten at his laugh, which was a rarity to hear nowadays. To be the cause of it made it even better. 

Ever since… everything, he had seen Steve on the regular. Never alone, though. Tonight was the first time. However, he had seen loads of him. Had seen how he kept up a front around the others and saw it drop when he thought no one was looking. Except, Eddie was always looking. He had wanted to reach out to Steve numerous times, but especially on those occasions. Take him somewhere, just let him talk. He never did. Something held him back and he knew exactly what it was. Not even nightmares about the demobats, that he was certain only Steve would really understand, were enough reason to get him to do that. He just… couldn’t.

“Shut up, I don’t,” Steve sighed. His eyes fell on one of Eddie’s pockets, the familiar outline of a pack of cigarettes visible.

“Feel like donating a cig?” he asked, poking his pocket with his finger. Eddie smiled and took something out of his other pocket instead

“I’ll do you one better. Wanna share?” he asked, holding the joint between his fingers as he raised his eyebrows meaningfully. Steve smiled and gave him a nod.

“Been a while since I last smoked one.”

“Sounds like you should hang out with me more. Unless you wanna hang with Jonathan and Argyle instead, of course.”

“I wouldn’t just hang out with you for your stash, Munson.”

Eddie smiled softly and lit the joint, took a drag and handed it to Steve. After Steve enjoyed the familiar feeling in his lungs and released the smoke, he sighed.

“Today was nice. It felt good seeing Max smile so much. The other kids too, of course but… you know,” Steve said, knowing it needed no further elaboration. Eddie nodded. He did.

“They’re a great bunch. Support each other well. Lucas in particular has been so good for her.”

This time Steve nodded and a moment passed as they each took another drag.

“It was also nice seeing you smile today. Like genuinely,” Eddie added gently.

“I’ve been smiling,” Steve protested, though one look from Eddie made him swallow the rest of it. He looked away, gazed down the backyard that suddenly felt too large again. “You sure pay attention,” he concluded, looking back at Eddie.

“I do.”

“Why?”

“Because I care.”

“… Why?”

A hidden question lay somewhere in the cloudless sky, waiting to drop down on them as it had been lingering around them for ages, waiting to see who was going to get the answer from who. A moment went by only accompanied by the sound of their feet moving in the water. Eddie looked up at the sky, his exhale partially blocking the view as the smoke passed his lips.

“How long are you gonna make me wait, Steve?”

He felt the other boy stiffen beside him and it made him want to take it all back immediately, but it was out there now. It had to be, anyway. No matter the outcome Eddie couldn’t handle another day of not knowing. It was all or nothing.

“What do you mean?” Steve asked softly, with a tone that suggested he had an idea what Eddie was hinting at. 

“You said you weren’t gonna respond to what I said to you in the Upside Down while I was out. I’ve been out of that sweet hibernation for a few months now and… nothing. So I’m asking, how long?”

Eddie didn’t have to look to know that Steve wasn’t looking at him. He wordlessly held out the joint for Steve and he accepted, their fingers brushing just like they had done a few times before.

“So it’s really true, huh… people do hear things.”

Eddie nodded, leaning back on his hands as he smiled softly.

“Yep. I liked how you picked different voices for the characters. Really nice. But, back to important matters.” As much as he wanted to talk about the fact that Steve had read about halfway through the first book for him and how impressive that was, he had other priorities right now.

“I mean…” Steve hesitated, “it’s kinda obvious, right? If you add it all up?”

Eddie nodded again, his lips forming a smirk as he spoke.

“Yeah. It is. Since you didn’t say anything for months, I’ve concluded that you’re straight after all and just had a Fuck-Eddie-is-actually-kinda-hot phase. All good.”

“I’m not str—”

Eddie barked out a laugh and threw his head back, missing how Steve looked at him in horror when he did.

“I know, I know. Only a fool would lie about being anything other than straight in this day and age. I do appreciate that you were more passionate about defending your sexuality than denying that you find me hot, though.”

“You’re insufferable,” Steve groaned.

“One of my many middle names,” Eddie sighed. He bent forwards again, his hands now folded into his lap after taking the joint from Steve’s distracted fingers.

“Funny.”

“Not as funny as you avoiding what you were going to tell me once I woke up. Sarcasm, for the record.” He took the last drag and tossed the bud behind him, earning only a mild frown from Steve as he was deep in thought. He exhaled shakily.

“I hated it… that I liked it. At first.”

Eddie’s hand found his, patiently listening while nudging his pinky against Steve’s, linking them together as if to encourage him to continue.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about it and I didn’t know why. The main reason it took me so long was because I had no idea bisexuality was even a thing. I thought you were either straight or gay. Stupid, I know.”

“It’s not stupid at all,” Eddie reassured him softly. Steve gave him a weak smile that gave away that he had a hard time agreeing with it, but seemed to relax as Eddie grasped his hand and squeezed. A nod, a sigh, and he continued.

“So… that’s when I came to you, you know trying to figure out if it was just a you-thing. But then you refused and… well. I mean, makes sense. It was a dumb request, I shouldn’t have asked that of you.”

“It wasn’t dumb, I just didn’t wanna risk being Steve Harrington’s little experiment. That would uhm, hurt, y’know? Didn’t want that,” Eddie explained immediately, to which Steve nodded again.

“Yeah. I uhm, tried to accept that I just had to forget about it. Didn’t work. Then, everything else happened and I knew I was the last person you wanted to see but I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t want you to be alone.” Eddie felt Steve squeeze his hand, though he avoided his gaze as he played with the frays on his shorts. Denim ones, just above the knee.

“I know I was a hard ass to you. Sorry about that,” Eddie sighed, looking guilty. “It’s just my front, and around you I had pulled up about three just in case. You were right though, back then. I was really scared. Of a lot of things,” he admitted. 

Steve’s POV 

Steve quickly shook his head, meeting his eyes. He didn’t want Eddie to feel guilty about anything. Although it hadn’t been easy to deal with Eddie’s sour mood at first, he understood where it came from and could only imagine how hard it must have been for him. As much as it had interfered with his desire to get clarity at the time, it wasn’t Eddie’s fault. At all.

“No need to apologize. I know what it’s like. To have to take it all in, have it crash down on you with no mercy at all.” Eddie gave him a grateful nod.

“And then…” Eddie started, followed by a rueful chuckle, “I thought I was gonna die so I dropped my brain-to-mouth, mouth-to-brain? filter, and spilled my deepest thoughts to you.”

“And then you didn’t die,” Steve added, turning his head completely towards Eddie now. Eddie nodded and sucked in his lips. He pressed down on them for a moment and then let them go with a pop.

“And now we’re here.”

“And now we’re here,” Steve agreed. “And…” he sucked in a deep breath, “I really liked kissing you, too.”

Eddie lifted his gaze from the water, searching his eyes for truth and Steve gave him the tiniest nod to confirm. His gaze softened, a hesitant smile on his lips.

“Yeah? Care to show me how much?” Eddie asked softly. Even before Eddie had completely finished the sentence, Steve was already leaning in, his hand confidently reaching for Eddie’s jaw while his heart threatened to stop functioning altogether. Eddie leaned into his touch, lips parting the second he felt Steve’s brush against his own and the softest gasp escaped his lips. As if they had kissed many times in between that one night and this one, Eddie’s hand found its way into Steve’s hair naturally, tugging ever so slightly. In his eagerness to find a better angle, Steve moved closer and attempted to straddle Eddie’s lap, momentarily forgetting they were still at the edge of his pool and therefore had his knee slip right off the edge. A gasp left his lips and in the midst of his panicking he quickly grabbed onto Eddie’s shirt, which was so worn that it tore under the pull of Steve’s weight. In the same second, Eddie quickly reached out to Steve, grabbing him tight, but it was too late. They both toppled over and landed in the pool.

Even before Steve got his head above the water again, he could hear Eddie’s bubbling laughter above him. Still holding tightly onto his waist, Eddie looked down at him with a big grin.

“Damn Stevie, so wet for me already?” he snorted, earning a shove against his now naked chest from Steve which did nothing more than push himself slightly back into the water.

“Shut up,” Steve grumbled, trying to not completely blush like a virgin at the sight of Eddie and the fact that he was holding him in a way he had fantasized many hours about. Eddie gestured at his torso with a grin.

“I mean… you literally tore off my shirt.”

Of course Eddie had to remind him.

“Shut up.”

“Are you blushing?”

“Eddie—” His frown ceased to exist when he looked up into those big brown eyes, who stared down at him with— affection? Fondness? All he knew was that he wanted Eddie to look at him like that forever. Still, he wasn’t going to admit that just yet. Instead, his lips formed a smile.

“I really hope you weren’t carrying a fortune of joints in your pockets today,” he mused, looking down at Eddie’s waist that was definitely below the water, including all of his belongings. Eddie looked down in horror only for a moment and let his gaze linger on Steve’s stomach, slowly raking up to his chest until their eyes met again.

“I don’t know, I’m feeling pretty high right now, Steve. I think I can go without for a bit.”

Steve rolled his eyes half heartedly and prodded Eddie’s chest with his finger.

“That’s because you literally just smoked a joint with me.”

A playful sigh from Eddie.

“I was trying to be romantic, Steve.”

“Didn’t take you for a sap, Eds.”

“Didn’t take you for someone who’d tear the clothes off my body before the first date either but here we are.”

“You’re—”

“Insufferable?”

Yeah, he was. Insufferable, sweet, kind, funny, pretty, handsome, and everything Steve apparently wanted, even if it had taken him quite a while to figure that out. He watched as water droplets fell from that wonderful mop of hair that really shouldn’t be that attractive now that it was soaked, onto his cheeks that had a light flush on them which made them extra cute and down to his chest, decorated with tattoos and the aftermath of not quite dying just yet.

“Yeah, that, and… so fucking hot,” Steve sighed, refusing to take another second being away from those plump, kissable lips. He slotted his arms around Eddie’s neck and let their lips meet again in a sweet kiss. Eddie hummed contently and pulled him closer by his waist, really pushing their bodies together.

“I could get used to this,” Eddie mumbled softly against his lips. Steve gave him the slightest nod.

“Me too.”

“So… 9.5?” Eddie asked as he gently nudged his cheek with his nose. This time, Steve shook his head, a smile forming on his lips.

“No. 10.”