#but then he turns it into another test: you're so good you could replace me actually. and then light just calls him on it in front of the

[konshokoentaiko]

i always thought i was a very typical enemies to lovers girlie but i think i just realized my actual taste in ships is the dynamic where the two are supposedly equal rivals/enemies who represent diametrically opposed themes (for the Aesthetic), but in actuality it’s just one of them yanking the other around on a chain while the other whines and rages and protests and ultimately makes an absolute spectacle of themselves

so uhhh. how did THAT happen and when and why

[rafecameronssl4t]

Reminder || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: It was just harmless banter between you and another socialite, but rafe reminds again you what the diamond ring meant on your finger.

Warnings: angst, jealous/possesive rafe hehehehe

Word count: 2,160

A/n: guys guys guys it's getting hot in here.

MASTERLIST (forced marriage au masterlist)

divider by @h-aewo

The gala is in full swing, the grand ballroom echoing with the hum of conversation and the soft clinking of champagne glasses. You stand next to Rafe, dressed to perfection in an elegant gown that draws more than a few eyes in your direction. Rafe's hand rests lightly on your waist, his touch possessive but distant—as it usually is during events like this—as you mingle with other high-society figures.

The night feels long, your polished smile tiring as you listen to half-hearted pleasantries from the guests surrounding you. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Alexander Hawthorne making his way over, his smile wide and confident, his eyes locked on you. He’s known for his silver tongue and effortless charm, especially with married women. Tonight, his gaze feels particularly intent.

"Well, well, if it isn't the most beautiful woman in the room," Alexander says smoothly, his eyes lingering on you just a little too long. "You always manage to outshine everyone, don’t you?" You offer a playful smile, aware of Rafe's tightening grip on your waist. "Oh, you flatter me, Alexander," you reply lightly, not fully dismissing the compliment. "But I’m sure there are plenty of others here more deserving of your attention." Alexander chuckles, clearly pleased that you're playing along.

"I highly doubt that. No one else in this room could possibly compare." His eyes flicker briefly to Rafe, but he seems unfazed by his presence. "I was actually hoping to steal you away for a dance, if I may be so bold." You glance at Rafe from the corner of your eye. His jaw is clenched, his posture rigid, but he says nothing. The tension between you and him has been building over the past few weeks, and part of you enjoys testing his limits.

"A dance?" you echo, your tone teasing. "That sounds tempting." Rafe’s hand tightens even more on your waist, his irritation palpable. "I don’t think that’s a good idea," Rafe’s voice cuts through the playful banter, his tone sharp and controlled, though you can feel the storm brewing beneath the surface. His grip on your waist has gone from possessive to borderline painful, but you don’t flinch.

Instead, you tilt your head and glance up at him, your expression sweet yet defiant. "Oh? Why not, darling?" you ask, your voice dripping with mock innocence. "It’s just a harmless dance." Alexander, sensing the tension but relishing the drama, grins wider. "Come on, Rafe, it’s just a dance. Surely you trust your wife enough to let her have a bit of fun tonight?"

You notice Rafe’s jaw clench even tighter. He glares at Alexander, but the challenge is unspoken, simmering beneath the surface. You can feel Rafe’s jealousy in the way his body stiffens beside you, and for some reason, the idea of provoking him further feels oddly satisfying. "I don’t mind," you continue, turning your gaze back to Alexander.

"After all, it’s not every day a charming man asks me to dance." Rafe’s fingers dig into your side, and you suppress a wince, though your heart flutters at the possessiveness. "You’re not going anywhere," Rafe says, his voice dangerously low. His eyes lock on Alexander, who merely raises his brow in amusement.

"Rafe," you start, keeping your tone light though there’s an edge to it, "you’re being dramatic. It’s just one dance." But you know you’ve pushed him too far. The moment the words leave your lips, you feel Rafe's grip on your waist disappear, replaced by an icy tension that makes your breath catch. In one swift motion, Rafe steps forward, his broad shoulders blocking Alexander from your view entirely.

His stance is commanding, exuding an unmistakable fury, though his face remains composed—a deadly calm that’s somehow more terrifying than if he had exploded. "Back off, Hawthorne," Rafe snaps, his voice a cold, simmering threat. Each word is sharp, delivered with a quiet intensity that sends a chill through the air. "You don’t want to test me right now." If it wasn't Rafe height that loomed over him that intimidated him, it was the icy look in Rafe's eyes that did.

Alexander’s usual bravado falters, and though he holds up his hands in a gesture of nonchalance, the gleam in his eyes fades. If it wasn’t Rafe’s towering height that made him take a step back, it was the icy, penetrating look in Rafe’s eyes. Alexander hesitates, his playful smirk faltering, eyes flickering between you and Rafe.

"Alright, alright. Didn’t mean to step on any toes." He glances at you with a wink before adding, "But you can’t blame a man for trying, right?" Rafe’s gaze doesn’t waver. His silence hangs heavy in the space between them, tension crackling like electricity. It’s clear that Alexander, for all his charm and wit, knows better than to push Rafe any further.

As soon as Alexander retreats, Rafe's shoulders remain stiff, his body radiating with tension. The darkness in his eyes lingers, the anger now fully redirected toward you. Without a word, his hand closes around your wrist, not painfully, but firmly enough to make it clear that this conversation isn’t over. He pulls you with him, weaving through the crowd and out of the grand ballroom, into the quieter, more secluded hallways of the estate.

The moment you’re alone, Rafe spins around to face you, his body towering over yours as he leans down, his breath warm and rapid against your ear. The fury in his gaze makes your stomach twist with both dread and excitement. "What the hell was that?" Rafe growls, his voice barely above a whisper but thick with anger. His grip on your wrist tightens just slightly as he looks down at you, eyes wild with accusation.

"Flirting with him right in front of me?" You lift your chin, meeting his gaze with a calmness you don’t quite feel. "It was just harmless fun, Rafe," you reply, though your voice lacks its usual conviction, "you’re the one who overreacted." "Harmless?" Rafe repeats, his voice growing even lower, his face so close now you can feel the heat of his hander.

"He was crossing the line, and frankly, so were you" Rafe steps closer, his body looming over you, his hand gripping your waist. "You think I didn’t see the way he was looking at you? Or how you were playing along?" You swallow, your heart beating faster at the intensity in his eyes. "Maybe I was," you admit, your voice steady but challenging. "Maybe I wanted to see how far I could push you. Like I said, it was harmless."

Rafe's grip on your waist tightens even further, his fingers pressing firmly into your side, the pressure bordering on painful. You let out a small groan, a sound that escapes involuntarily from the mix of discomfort and the charged intensity of the moment. The pain is sharp, a physical reminder of his anger and possessiveness, and you can’t help but shiver at the heat of his touch.

"I don't care if it was harmless," Rafe growls, his voice low and dangerous. "You're not playing those fucking games with me." Each word is punctuated with a barely restrained fury, his breath hot against your skin. You want to speak, to push back, but the fire in Rafe's eyes freezes you in place. The fierce protectiveness radiating from him mixes with his jealousy, overwhelming and intoxicating.

His hand moves from your waist to your hand, fingers brushing over the large diamond on your wedding ring. "Did you forget what this ring meant?" Rafe's voice is low, almost a growl, as he taps the diamond, each tap a reminder of the vow that binds you both. The possessiveness in his touch sends a shudder through you, your breath catching as his lips graze your ear once more.

You can feel the tension thick in the air between you, the hallway around you fading into insignificance as his words cut deep. "You’re mine," he whispers, his tone raw, dangerous, and resolute. "And I don’t share." Your heart pounds in your chest, a mix of thrill and fear coursing through you at the intensity of his words. You glance down at the ring he’s tapping, a tangible symbol of everything that’s between you—love, control, obligation, desire. It’s suffocating, yet addictive.

You shiver as Rafe’s words linger in the air, thick with possessiveness. His grip on your wrist tightens, but it’s the way he looks at you that keeps you frozen in place—intense, unrelenting, a silent challenge burning in his eyes. You try to keep your composure, to push back against the overwhelming force of his jealousy. "Rafe," you say softly, your voice barely steady. "It was just a dance. It wouldn’t have meant anything."

"That’s not the fucking point," he snaps, his tone sharper now. He steps closer, his body pressing against yours, almost forcing you to look up at him. "You knew exactly what you were doing. I saw the way you looked at him—like you wanted me to react." You swallow hard, but you refuse to break eye contact. "Maybe I did," you admit, your voice low but challenging. "Maybe I wanted to see if you even care."

The words hang between you, and for a moment, Rafe’s expression shifts—his anger momentarily flickering into something else, something raw and vulnerable. But just as quickly, his walls slam back up, his face hardening again. He releases your wrist, but not before pulling you closer, his lips inches from yours, the tension crackling between you.

"Care?" he growls. "You think I don’t care when I’m right here, watching you entertain someone else? You’re mine, and I won’t let anyone forget it." You feel the possessiveness in his words like a pulse between you, and despite the storm raging inside him, there’s something about it that draws you in. His jealousy, his frustration—it’s all because of you, because deep down, beneath the cold exterior, he does care. You can feel it, even if he won’t admit it out loud.

Your voice softens, just enough to break through the tension. "I wasn’t trying to make you angry, Rafe." "You know that’s a lie," he murmurs, his eyes locked onto yours. His voice drops lower, and you can feel the intensity in his words. "But you succeeded. And I don’t like being tested." You glance down for a moment, trying to gather yourself, but when you look back up at him, your heart beats faster.

"Maybe I wanted to see if you still care. Lately… it feels like you’ve been distant." His jaw clenches at your confession, his eyes narrowing slightly. For a brief second, something softer flickers across his features—a trace of regret. But Rafe doesn’t back down, his hand still resting on your lower back, firm and possessive. "I’ve been busy," he mutters, but you know it’s not the full truth. You’re about to push him on it when he pulls you closer, his breath warm against your cheek.

"But that doesn’t mean I don’t care. You should know that by now." You let the silence stretch between you, your body pressed against his as you absorb his words. His anger, his frustration, all boil down to the same thing—he doesn’t want to lose you, not to someone like Alexander or anyone else. "You don’t have to act so cold all the time, you know," you whisper, your voice soft but daring.

Rafe’s lips curl slightly into a smirk, though his eyes remain serious. "You think I’m cold?" "Most of the time." You challenge him, your tone laced with honesty. His hand moves from your back to cup your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek. "Then I’ll remind you," he says, his voice low and dangerous, "how I feel about you."

Before you can respond, Rafe leans in and captures your lips with his, the kiss fierce and possessive, like he’s trying to prove something—to himself, to you. His hand tightens around you, pulling you closer until there’s no space between you, every inch of his body pressing against yours. The kiss is raw, full of unspoken frustration, but also something deeper—something neither of you are ready to name.

When he finally pulls back, his breathing heavy, he keeps his forehead pressed against yours. "Don’t ever doubt that you’re mine," he whispers, his voice ragged but full of conviction. Your breath comes in shallow, your heart racing from the intensity of it all. "And you’re mine," you murmur back, your fingers curling into his jacket, holding him close.

Rafe pulls you back into him, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "Let’s get out of here. I’m done with this place." Without waiting for your response, he takes your hand and leads you out of the manor, his grip possessive, his pace quick. You follow silently, your heart racing, knowing that tonight’s encounter has stirred something deeper between you both—something raw and dangerous that neither of you can ignore any longer.

[we-are-maladaptive]

a story in which katsuki's bratty son tries to blackmail his mother! how terrible

— characters. katsuki, reader, katsuma (the son)

— contents. fluff, katsuma is a little shit

— word count. 600

— authors note. GJFCK MFGVFDXK GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRDOMESTICTRASFJNRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGJBJFNVDSLM

Your son is alot like his father, in good ways mostly.

He stands up for himself at school, and is mostly independent. For the most part, Katsuma was a pretty easy kid.

However, he can also be the most major little shit on the planet, much like in the situation you're in now. He's learned what blackmail is, and he loves it.

You were in the kitchen, baking cookies, when you heard Katsuma’s voice from the living room. "Ma! What's this?" he yelled.

You turned to see your five-year-old holding the pregnancy test you had thrown away earlier.

Oh no.

Your heart skipped a beat. "Katsuma, where did you find that?" you asked, trying to stay calm.

"In the trash," he said with a mischievous grin. "I'm gon' tell Dad unless you give me extra cookies- and I wan' that brand new hero figurine at the store...AND I wan' my own bb gun- AND!!! I wan' a brand new pair of boo-"

"Katsuma." you sighed. You've known your son to be a major handful all his life, but also know realizing he did indeed have you in a tight spot. "Katsuma, this is important. I wanted to tell your dad in a special way."

Katsuma pouted, crossing his arms. "Fine, but I still want extra cookies...and the figure...an' can I still have the bb gun?" You sighed once more.

"Alright, you can have two extra cookies- AND the figurine... but you have to promise to keep this a secret for now," you said, hoping to buy some time.

"Deal," he said, his eyes gleaming with pride.

As you handed him the cookies, you couldn't help but feel frustrated, yet a bit amused. Katsuma was a lot like his father—brash, stubborn, and always wanting to be in control. You watched as he stuffed the cookies into his mouth, crumbs falling everywhere, and shook your head with a small smile.

Just then, you heard the front door open. Katsuki walked in, looking as intense as ever. "What's going on in here, hm?" he asked, sensing the tension.

Katsuma jumped in before you could speak. "Mom's got a secret, but she won't tell me!"

You shot a look at Katsuma, then turned to Katsuki. "It's not like that! I just…I found out something today and wanted to surprise you..."

Katsuki raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? What's that?"

Taking a deep breath, you decided it was now or never. "Katsuki, I’m pregnant. We're having another baby."

For a moment, he just stared at you, processing the news. Then, a rare, genuine smile spread across his face. it was sadly short lived, and replaced with a smirk instead. "Oh really?".

Katsuma looked between the two of you, his earlier mischief forgotten. "So, does that mean I get a little brother or sister to boss around?"

"Katsuma, you will not be bossing your them around." you said, ruffling his hair. "You have to be a good big brother, okay?"

Katsuma's eyes widened. "I’ll be the best big brother ever! Can I teach them how to play hero games?"

You chuckled. "Sure, but you'll also need to help take care of them."

Katsuki walked over and pulled you into a gentle hug. "I'm really happy, you know," he said quietly. "This is good news."

You relaxed into his embrace, feeling a wave of relief. "I was so nervous about telling you."

He pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes. "Why? You know I’m always here for you, no matter what."

Katsuma tugged at Katsuki’s pant leg. "Dad, does this mean we need to buy more baby stuff?"

Katsuki laughed. "Yeah, it does. And you can help pick it out." "Good! Yknow dad...when we go to the store,I wanted to see if you could buy me a new figurine..or a bb gun...or a brand new pair of boo-" "No." "Oh.. DAMNIT!"

The rest of the evening was filled with excited chatter about the new baby. Katsuma kept asking questions about what it would be like to have a sibling, while Katsuki suggested names and joked about teaching the new baby how to be tough like him.

Later, after dinner, you all sat together in the living room. Katsuma was snuggled between you and Katsuki, half-asleep from all the excitement.

Katsuki looked over at you, his expression softer than usual. "You know, I never imagined myself having a family like this," he admitted. "But I wouldn't trade it for anything."

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you. "Me neither. We’ve come a long way, haven’t we?"

He nodded, reaching over to squeeze your hand. "Yeah, we have. And it’s only going to get better from here."

[reverieblondie]

Clumsy Kitty: Part 2

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara X Blackcat Fem!!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Smut with Plot, oral (fem receiving), Teasing, Spanking, Inquiries, slight angst? Unprotected Penetrative Sex, Miguel dosen't communicate well and neither do you.

Summary: After your night with a specific grumpy spider you test the limits to your new found...relationship?

A/N: So I rewrote this a lot because this originally wasn't supposed to have a part two but here we are! Hope you enjoy!

Part 1

Word Count: 6,157 (I wish I knew how to write smaller fics!)

Eyes still shut you are leaning on the warmest thing you have ever felt. It's so silky soft you can’t help but nuzzle your face deeper. The smooth breathing and the sound of a steady heartbeat lolls you further into a relaxed state. 

Very gently you feel the solid warm mass being replaced with a cool pillowly feeling, you feel yourself pout from the loss of warmth but you're too exhausted, your body feeling too drained to even muster a protest. The warmth is back for a single moment, it softly brushes from over your swollen lips to your cheek. The soft touch makes you drift further into the sweet darkness of rest. 

Almost as quick as it was to slip into your slumber you are rushing to awaken from it. Opening your eyes abruptly you are met with the sight of your room, lying in your sheets, wrapped in your comforter smelling like the detergent you used to clean all your clothes. Blinking for a couple of minutes your brain goes over everything that happened last night. 

Going to lean up your now awake body feeling painfully sore, Plopping back down you feel the soreness everywhere your arms, your legs, your throat, your aching sex. Spider-Man or scratch that Miguel did a number on you. Though you would do it again, you plan to do it again. 

Stretching your arms you hear your bones pop and the soreness stretch through your shoulders, where's the damn Tylenol? Getting up, the rest of your body aching from standing awake you finally look over to your nightstand where a note catches your eye. A paper folded to stand says ‘Take me’ and there's an arrow pointing down to a pill. Ah, plan B smart. 

Grabbing the pill and the card you walk to your restroom, examining the card you assume to be from Miguel you take in how nice his handwriting is, and turning the card over you see another message for you, ‘stay out of trouble’. A small chuckle leaves your lips and you stand in your small bathroom. 

“Stay out of trouble huh?” you say with a smirk, looking back to the pill you laugh slightly again before unceremoniously dropping the pill in the toilet and flushing it down. 

Probably should tell Spidy you're on the pill, no plan B needed, and also there is no way in hell you're going to be staying out of trouble now, not when you've got so deliciously rewarded for your little escapades. Now the trick will be how to see him again…you know now where his little clubhouse’s location and you could always do your tried and true getting into trouble, though what if you should try to see him out of the suit, like just regular people…would that even work? Could you even find him? 

Losing yourself in thought you run through the possibilities, though one thing rings in your mind, does he want to see you again? Whelp, that's just something you will have to figure out. 

Taking a deep breath you look at your reflection in the mirror, time to get ready for another mundane day. Though your day was sure to be as mundane as any other, the excitement of what the night could hold has you looking forward to your day. 

Now, you might be crazy or just too dickmotized but going into the same museum that you had first met Spider-man seemed like an almost romantic way to meet him again. Poetic really. Walking through the museum you walked around looking for something good to snatch up. Your eyes fall on some relic-looking thing in a glass box with lots of lasers to set off, perfect!

Public eye hot your tail, and you're running from them hoping from building to building then finally slipping to the underground, a place they are sure to lose you in. It worked but you're a bit disappointed, Miguel failed to appear. Now stuck with some relic you don’t even want you to start to make your trek back to your apartment.

Swinging from building to building, you stop to rest in a dark alley, you need to work out more if you're going to keep this up. Taking your breather you fail to hear the person sneaking up behind you.

Suddenly a large hand is placed over your mouth while the other wraps tightly around your waist. Being pressed against the solid body of your capture you only panicked for a moment before feeling that familiar warmth. Turning your head you see that it’s the masked vigilante himself pressing you close. Dragging you further into the ally, and you let him lead the way. Finally being secluded enough to his liking he releases you. While he releases you he grabs the relic from your hand. 

“Didn’t I tell you to stay out of trouble?” Miguel places the relic to the side before he crosses his arms, you know under that mask he's giving you that furrowed brow look of disappointment. 

“Oh well you know old habits die hard,” You say slowly getting closer to him. You reach your hand out to touch his chest but he quickly grabs your wrist before you can touch him. Looking at him you're a bit confused but filled with anticipation. 

Pulling you closer he causes you to crash into him holding you tightly, more bruises for your already sore body. You can't help but feel that familiar excitement from the last time you two were this close.   

“Kitty, I told you to keep out of trouble, if you keep up this bad behavior I will be forced to do something about it…” 

Oh, this is perfect, he is definitely into your bad girl behavior, “Well then do something abou-” Before you can even finish your sentence, you are turned around and quickly pinned to the nearest wall. 

“You're in trouble now gata, now count…”  

“Count-” Right as you're saying the word back to him you feel a hard slap across your ass. Mouth hanging open in surprise you don’t even know what to do. The rush of excitement makes your lower stomach tighten as you feel that familiar tingling. Hands grip hard to the wall and you brace yourself.  

“Count…” his gruff voice demands in your ear. 

“One” turning your face still against the wall you see that he’s still in that damned mask. The eyes narrow at you then another spank strikes you making a quick moan escape you. Your body shakes in excitement, “Two”

Miguel's large hand can be felt running up your body from your hip to your breast massaging gently. It's a completely different feeling from the sharp slap following the gesture. “Th-three” you stutter out, the spanking is degrading enough but forcing you to count, it was making your slick pool in your panties.  

A fourth slap and you're starting to feel the stinging pain welling up on your cheek. After mewing out “four” you feel him rub his large hand on the plush flesh of your bottom. The sweet gesture has you arching yourself towards him feeling his length straining in his suit.

 As you're grinding your ass against him, he moves his hand away, reeling back. Knowing what’s going to follow you shying away from the incoming spank before he’s even done it. 

Soft lips are then pressed to your neck and his hand moves from your breast to grip your chin. Feeling his desperate open mouth kisses burning against your neck, your eyes rolling as he approaches the shell of your ear, nipping slightly. 

“Don’t shy from it now bad girl, take your punishment…” nodding your head slightly you still yourself as best you can, clenching your thighs and shutting your eyes tightly, bracing for the delicious sting. 

The fifth spank comes down, but it’s gentle still felt but not as hard as the other four. The warmth of his body moves away from you and you can’t help how you almost whine missing his warmth so close to you. -you’ve got it bad…

Turning around still pressed against the wall you see his mask is off and he's smirking at you, clearly proud of himself. And he should be, your body is heated, face flushed, and panties are ruined. If the goal was to turn you on and take you in the alley it was working and you were willing. 

Though, to your disappointment, he grabs the relic you stole instead of ravishing you further. 

“Was that supposed to teach me a lesson? I think you could have done more than that” you tease trying to get a reaction.

“What do you even need this for?” Miguel tosses the relic in the air and catches it casually. 

“To lure you out spidy” Danm, getting good at this confident banter. 

Miguel shoots you a look that you easily read as he silently says ‘really’, you can’t help but laugh, “You're the one who keeps rewarding my bad behavior” This gets a soft chuckle from him. -Hell yeah! Fall for my charm spidy.

Miguel's mask goes back over his face and before he goes to swing off into the night Miguel tosses the stolen relic back to you, “Make sure you be a good kitty and take that back.” 

Going to grab the relic, you're trying your best to catch the priceless artifact. However, you have never been good at catching. 

The relic fumbles in your hands before it crashes onto the ground breaking into pieces.  The impact makes your hands fly to cover your mouth to hold in your yelp, this is not good… Slowly you lift your eyes to Miguel as he stares down at the ruined artifact before he slowly rises to view your shocked face. 

“Really…” his voice says dryly

“I wasn’t expecting you to throw it!” 

Breaking a priceless artifact and then haphazardly gluing it back together before returning it to the museum was not one of your prouder moments. Can’t say it didn’t fit in with the bad girl persona, even without trying you were slipping into your naughty girl ego. Though Miguel didn’t exactly seem happy about a priceless relic being destroyed. -whoops

You would just have to make it up to him. Did it involve you breaking into somewhere and stealing? Yes, but you made sure to steer clear of anything too irreplaceable so you opted for Alchemax, a place that every time you sunk it Miguel was a forsure arrival. 

It was the chase that had your mouth watering, barely slipping through Spider-Man’s fingers as you ran away with whatever bullshit seemed important. Honestly it didn’t matter, he was chasing you with that taunting tone of come back and you were swinging and climbing barely out of reach. Miguel could have caught you easily, he was stronger and way more agile in the air than you, but something told you he was enjoying chasing his prey as you led him closer and closer to your apartment.  

Spider-man catches the bad blackcat to face justice, and if the place he so happens to catch you in was your apartment then so be it. Sure the neighbors would be confused about who this so-called Miguel is as they file a noise complaint about you. But he had to be rough with you slamming into you over and over as you begged for forgiveness and promised to be a good girl. How else would he teach such a bad girl a lesson? 

Too lost in the thrill of the chase and the fantasy of the night in store for you; you don’t notice that your grappling claw is releasing at a delay. So, once you jump off the side of the building and shoot for the next, it jams. 

Panicking, you're trying to release it but it's not reacting and now you're falling. The ground is fast approaching as the neon lights of the city blur in your vision. You're quickly trying to find something to grab or something to land on. This is something you have never thought would happen and now it’s happening, you should have planned better. Trying not to panic you can’t help how you slip a cry of Miguel's name, slipping his identity is a major no no but you don’t know how else to convey you are in trouble. 

Though your outing of his name isn’t even registering to him right now, he just sees you falling to the ground; panic consuming him. In an instant, he's jumping down, crawling, falling, then grabbing you in a bone-breaking embrace. The force of him hitting you in such a desperate attempt has you both crashing into the nearest building's window. Breaking and entering unintentionally. 

A throbbing pain can be felt on your head and talons can be felt piercing through your suit and skin, holding you so tightly in his burning warmth. The blazing warmth of the tight embrace almost has you not registering how the blood weeps from your wounds. Breathing in a stutter from the adrenaline and from how he is almost crushing you, it only tightens further until you can relinquish one steady breath that eases him. Pulling away from him you can only imagine what's behind his mask in this moment, anger, happiness, relief, fear? 

Suddenly a sharp pain makes your brows furrow and your hand shoots towards the pain, placing your hand to your side you feel it then looking down you see it. A shard of glass embedded into your side blood coating the transparent intrusion. Not used to such injuries you scream then almost faint but Miguel is swift to catch you in his arms. An injury like this is nothing to him you assume from his apparent calm demeanor. 

“Really I will be fine” You sat on the couch as you heard Miguel shuffling around your bathroom muttering to himself. With his mask off, you see that it is not a calm or even a pitting demeanor; he’s irritated and it seems to be pointed at you. 

Coming back into view you see he has managed to scrunch up some supplies to help take care of you. Laying all the supplies on the table he doesn't meet your eyes. Feeling guilty about the whole situation your eyes fall to the floor, this was not what you had in mind for the evening. 

Fingers caress your chin making you look and meet his eyes, those eyes…absolutely hypnotic…you can’t help how you slowly lean in wanting to kiss him. But he moves his head back slightly avoiding your advance, looking down at your side still impaled with the glass and his face twists into further irritation. 

“This might hurt,” he says dryly.

“What?” swiftly Miguel pulls the glass from your side, honestly not all as deep and bad as you had originally thought, But the sudden yanking out of you is painful. 

“Son of a bitch!” you yipe at the sting. The stinging pain was quickly dissipating as Miguel worked tentatively to patch up the wound. Honestly, him playing doctor with you was making your stomach swarm with butterflies. 

Wanting to flirt and tease him you decide against it as you look down at his face. Seeing him with a serious face was nothing new for you but in this moment there was an air about him that was making you walk on eggshells. Miguel had hardly said anything to you this whole time, he was just speaking under his breath or just giving sharp commands.   

“Okay strip, I need to patch the rest” Miguel demands as he stands away from you. 

Gently you run your hand along your side where he had bandaged you up. Looking up at your hero, he’s refusing to meet your gaze as he is prepping alcohol on a cotton pad and setting up more bandages for you.

Standing carefully you start to disarm your gadgets and slip off your suit letting it pool onto the ground beneath you. Having to strip down in front of him has your face blooming in a deep blush. Yes, the man has seen you naked, hell he’s been inside you but the situation still makes your stomach flutter. 

Once stripped to your underwear Miguel gently turns you around to observe the inquiries to your back. Softly his hand traces where his talons had punctured and scratched your skin. The dried blood trails down your back and he is extra gentle as he cleans you up with a rag. Applying the alcohol to the wounds makes you tense releasing a hiss, the sting disinfects and cleans the marks. Tension in the air is thick as he gently begins to patch your wounds with bandages, you hear him faintly whisper an apology as his large hands work on you. Unsure if he meant for you to hear the apology you just hum softly. 

Once you're finally patched up he moves away from you and starts packing away the supplies. Softly you thank him and he only hums in response still avoiding meeting your eyes. Awkwardness makes you fidget and you excuse yourself to your room to put on something. Miguel is always quiet and sure he is not the most commutative but he’s acting strange, even if he was mad at you from past experiences with him you know he wouldn’t shy away from telling you that he was mad at you, so what's his deal?

Quickly you slip your shirt and shorts on returning to the living room. Sat on the couch you see Miguel looking down at your suit and gadgets neatly folded and placed on the coffee table. Seeing him still in your apartment has you surprised, with the way he has been quiet you were sure he was angry with you and would have slipped out but he’s still here…Maybe he wants to stay and look after you for the night! That would be a welcomed surprise!  

 “Can I get you some coffee?”  you ask eagerly while rushing towards the kitchen, but as you are rushing to make coffee you stub your toe on the couch leg as you are passing it; letting out a sharp cry as you hold your foot. How did this hurt more than the glass? 

“You can’t even walk in your apartment without hurting yourself.” Miguel laments, shaking his head as he walks past you making his way to the kitchen. 

Shortly after Miguel is placing a hot coffee in front of you as you sit on the couch favoring your foot; he even places down sugar and creamer on the table. Looking up at him you see him drinking his coffee, steaming hot and black you assume based on his personality. 

“Than-”

“I’m taking the suit and the stuff with me…” he interrupts sharply 

“What? Why?” you ask confused.

“Are you serious? You almost died today! Look at you!” Miguel's eyes are piercing you as his body tenses further. 

Deep down you know that Miguel was right, your inquiries could have been a lot worse if he wasn’t there, you understand that, but taking your suit to prevent you from being Blackcat was overreaching. 

“Look what happened was scary but I am okay and I’m going to make sure to fix it where it doesn't happen again.” Reaching your hand out you step closer to him, but he backs away from you. 

“So am I,” Miguel says dryly, staring daggers into you, unwavering in his decision. 

Opening your mouth to further protest you are cut off by Miguel's watch beeping and his holo agent appearing. “Miguel, we have a situation that needs back up” 

Miguel's eyes stay on you roaming over your figure watching the bruises slowly blooming on your skin and the patches he so tentatively wrapped you in. 

“Tell them I’m on the way…” 

“Right away~”

Miguel swiftly grabs your suit and gadgets from the coffee table heading towards your window to make his exit. 

“Miguel, wait! You can’t leave now! This isn’t over!”

“That's where you're wrong…it is over…”

Stopping dead in your tracks you feel a sharp sting in your chest from his sharp words. Does he mean the conversation or does he mean…

“Wait!”

Halfway out of the window he turns to look at you cutting you off again, “Just finish your coffee and for once listen to me.”

The pain and confusion must be evident on your face because, for a split second, you see his face go from irritated to concerned before his watch goes off again, making him break his stare and slip out your window into the restless night. Taking your alter ego with him leaving your head whirling. 

Who does he think he is? Taking your stuff and leaving! Taking away the one thing that was keeping your life entertaining! If he thinks he can just take your stuff without consequence he has another thing coming! Plus what did he mean by over? Does he mean your crimes or did he mean…you two?

It had been two days and you had healed up and couldn't take it anymore. Sneaking into his HQ you were ready to enact petty revenge. It was a lot easier to break in this time, maybe it was the fact that you had done it before or the fact that you were driven by your anger but you were a cat on a mission! 

Miguel taking the things that you worked painstakingly hard to create was driving you mad, little did that grump know you made an extra set of grappling claws for emergencies like this. Though you didn't have another suit you had to just settle on an all-black ensemble, not as super thief looking but the hoodie was comfortable.   

Starting off sneaking in, were you quickly seen by multiple spider-people? Employees? Whatever, they didn't seem to care about you being in there very much, a few even waved at you saying “Miguel's cats here” or some cat-related pun. You weren't listening, just focused on getting to his office. 

Finally making it to the dark office you can’t help how your chest aches from being in the place that took your criminal x superhero relationship up a notch. Up to a level that you were not exactly sure what it was or how to define it. Complicated? Enemies with benefits? though now that the two of you were upset with each other you were even more confused. 

How do you even talk to him about this? Do you talk to him about this? Shit, are you here making an idiot of yourself? Just had to like the hero ....you're not good at this bad girl game…

Rummaging around his office you do not care if you're making a ruckus or even a mess. You wanted Miguel to show his stupidly handsome face, and give him a nice verbal thrashing of all the things you thought to say after he left.

There was a part of you that wished this would end up like the last time you were here, ending with you wrapped in his arms…growing closer…this alter ego is how you got to see him after all, it's not like you have ever met as civilians, hell, you didn't even know how you two would find each other…you didn’t even know his last name. 

Stopping with a sigh you start to think of the word “over”. Was that his way of ending things, this, whatever it was with you…the thought leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. Now here you are so desperate for his attention, to keep it going after he told you to stop…there is no way this ends well right? 

“He’s not here” A voice suddenly startles you. Looking around you try and pinpoint where it’s coming from then you look up. Walking casually on the ceiling you see a lanky-looking man in an odd-looking spider suit with a pink robe, he smiles at you before he drops down in front of you. 

“Where is he then?”

“He's been out on a mission, I think he’s coming back soon though. Do you want to wait for him? Or I can call-”

“Don’t!” you say quickly cutting him off, he gives you a quizzical look. 

“We aren't exactly on friendly terms right now” 

“Then…Uh whatcha doing here, stray?” 

“Stray?” you quickly shake off the comment “There was a slight accident, and he got all grumpy spider and took my suit and gadgets, so I am just getting revenge. Don’t try to stop me.” the man seems to only laugh at your comments so you look around for something to take till something catches your eye “How about that white and red suit? Seems important…” 

“Yeah, I would advise against that. I think taking things is only going to escalate things.” 

Huffing you lean against a nearby desk crossing your arms. “Then what should I do?” 

The man laughs before he speaks, “Cat, you're asking for advice about a very complicated guy…”  

Sighing you feel a mixture of emotions swell through you, the man leans against the desk next to you, “Have you tried talking to him?” 

“This isn’t exactly a very communicative relationship, I don’t even know if he even likes me or if I am just entertaining him…” 

“Oh, he likes you,” you can’t help at how you light up at that comment looking at him with pleading eyes, wanting to hear more. 

“He has been in such a better mood with you around, and get this, he doesn't even mind the cat jokes. Plus..” He leans closer to whisper in your ear “I’ve seen him looking at pictures of you” 

“Really,” You try to hide your enthusiasm but it seeps through making the man laugh and nod yes. 

“If you ask me he seems to like you” 

“He said this was done, and the bastard didn’t even bother to elaborate on what he meant!” 

“So why don’t you ask him? The first time you confronted him worked out for you, why not do it again?” 

“Yeah but…that was confronting Spider-Man, not Miguel whatever his name…”

The man thinks for a moment then a smirk stretches over his lips before he snaps his fingers “I have an idea!”  

Either this Peters guy’s plan was completely brilliant or completely idiotic. Here you are, broken into Miguel's apartment in Babylon Tower. Waiting for him to come home to talk to him. Talking to him in his office you thought would have been better but Peter was instant that you come here. Something about forcing Miguel out of his Spider-Man ego and the shocked look on his face. 

Sitting in his apartment was pretty surreal. You two have only met in costume, and now here you are unmasked and waiting for him. This felt like something people in relationships would do, not whatever you two are. 

As you sit waiting in anticipation the moment finally arrives. You hear Miguel's front door opening with his holo agent greeting him and informing him that he has a visitor in the living room. Miguel rightfully looking confused approaches the room quickly, stopping in his tracks when his crimson gaze falls on you. 

Watching his face contort from confusion to irritation back to confusion he finally starts to ask a question but you are the one to cut him off this time.

“I need to talk to you and…this is what your friend Peter suggested.”

Miguel rolls his eyes “Of course he did…” 

Placing his eyes back on you he approaches. Coming closer, you're able to see him in his normal attire out of the iconic Super-suit, oddly he’s still as intimidating. Muscles still bulging with every movement. The shirt he was wearing was basically crying against his wide chest, One sharp movement and you're sure it would rip into a bunch of tiny pieces. 

“I’m guessing you're not here to talk about getting your stuff back considering you broke in here without issue” -Okay not seeming mad this is a good start. 

“Actually I do want those back but that’s a later conversation. I’m here now to talk to you about…us?” you can’t help but cringe at your own words sounding so pathetic. 

Miguel on the other hand seems unfazed, “what about us?”

“Are…Is this thing over? Or was this not ever even a thing? I mean you're a hero and I'm just a thief and not even a few good one either…” As you're rambling on you fail to notice Miguel inching closer keeping his cold gaze fixed on you. 

Once you finally look up Miguel has moved so close to you that he is practically pinning himself against you. All your words begin to die off as he lifts his hand to cup your cheek gently stroking your soft skin. It's almost like he’s petting you to soothe you. 

“Cat…”

“Spidy…”

Leaning down his warm breath fans across your face, those blazing eyes burning into yours. 

“I couldn’t be done with you even if I tried”

“Mig-” 

True to himself he cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours. The kiss is different from your first kiss, it’s gentler. Holding onto you as if you were made of glass, Kissing you as if you are precious to him. And you are…

Beginning to move his lips against yours he opens your mouth effortlessly, then capturing your bottom lip between his teeth he pulls back and lets go making your lip pop back and swell instantly from the teasing bite. 

The sensation makes you moan pressing yourself flush to his body, that warmth of his is still intoxicating to you. Moving your head to expose your neck he kisses your sensitive skin with hot open mouth kisses that lick and bite at you. Shuddering at each kiss you feel yourself getting slick between your thighs. 

“Your Mine” His rough voice purs before he's lifting you effortlessly causing you to curl your legs around his narrow hips. Miguel bounces you up and down a few times just because he can. The Motion has your cunt rubbing against his strained cock tenting his pants. 

Miguel carries you to his bedroom commanding Layla to dim the lights. Pressing kisses desperately against each other you finally make it to the bedroom. Crashing into the mattress doesn't stop the pursuit of each other's lips. Getting drunk on one another's taste you're making quick work to get each other naked as quickly as possible pulling and tearing at the clothing. Mouth-watering as you finally pull away to admire Miguel's body shows his sculpted physique and perfect skin, you can’t help that you start licking up and down his chest making him shamelessly whimper. 

Once he can’t take anymore he's tasting your skin but kissing from your neck, licking at your collarbone, then finally finding his place at your breast. Miguel is quick to latch his mouth onto your nipple, licking and biting causing you to moan out as he continues to suck, moving from one to the other and trailing his saliva all over you, practically marking you. His other hand fumbles with the button and zipper of your pants as he snakes his fingers underneath the hem to strip them off you. 

Releasing from your swollen bud he is pulling your pants off completely. Looking down at you he spreads your legs apart to watch that glistening stain on your panties. Without reservation, he's leaning down lapping at your clothed cunt eating you through the thin fabric. Feeling him sucking and rubbing his hot tongue against your bundle of nerves has your toes curling and throwing your head back. Practically begging at this point you're pushing your sex against his face selfishly wanting to chase your high. 

Popping out his talons he quickly disregarded your panties, throwing the remains to the floor. Lifting his eyes to meet yours he sees your desperate eyes lidded and mouth pouting for him to taste you fully, his lips curl into a grin. 

“Such a needy girl.”

Whimpering at his taunts you spread your legs wider for him then take your hand to slide across your folds to spread yourself for him. 

“My girl is begging like a damn slut…You want me to take care of you, baby?” 

Nodding quickly he's quick to take care of you. Leaning down he flicks his tongue on your clit making you lift your hips off the bed. Keeping his tongue working on your clit he probes his finger into you, starting with his index finger and then moving in his middle both plunging knuckles deep, curling against your gummy walls. The closer you are to your orgasm the more you tangle your hands into his thick hair, Pulling him into you more. He was right, you are needy. 

Feeling that familiar quivering of your cunt and the shakes from your body he’s licking faster, getting that white-hot pleasure rushing through you as you cream on his fingers. You swear you hear him chuckle before he pulls out his digits to lick up your essence. 

Once he's done he's moving away from your weeping slit, already aching for more. Discarding his pants quickly he’s already crawling back on to you. The tip of his cock bobs up and down nudging along your cunt. Leaning down he kisses you desperately making you taste yourself on his tongue. Pulling away he pumps himself as he lines up to your entrance.

“Your mine…all mine…” 

All you can do is nod and hum as if you're too drunk in anticipation to give out actual answers. Sliding in you gasp at the overwhelming stretch. Your cunt is so desperate to be filled you could feel yourself practically sucking him in and the feeling is not lost on him. 

“Damn…if you keep sucking me in like that, I’m not going to be able to resist filling you up,”

Mumbling out a string of yes’s you curl your legs around him as he draws his hips back to where only the tip was in. Leaning down he nudges his nose against yours probing you for a kiss, arching forward to slide your lips hungrily against his. 

Thrusting upwards he hits that sweet spot deep inside you causing you to break the kiss with a moan. 

“That's my girl” Pulling out and rolling into you deeper he keeps praising you “My good, good, girl,” with each word he thrusts into you deeply making you shake and cry. 

“So, tight..and mine…” his words slur together dripping with lust as he continues to fuck himself deeply into you. Both of you are approaching your highs feeling his cock throb in you as he continues to moan a symphony of ‘mine’ as he ruts into you. 

As you begin to feel yourself clamp around his thick cock you hear him softly say your name making you clamp down harder humming to him. 

“Say your mine,” His thrust began to speed up. 

“I’m yours, always,” with that he rolls into you deeper making you squirt on his cock, making a creamy mess all over him. 

Groaning and grinding against you, his orgasm finally washes over him. Miguel cummed in you, it was deep and hot like the first time setting your insides ablaze. Unhooking yourself from him you're surprised to feel him lean further into you, keeping himself in you. 

In this position, you could feel his racing heartbeat. 

“Say I’m yours…I…I need to hear you say it” looking up at you with his intense eyes and flushed face. The sudden vulnerability makes your heart skip. He made it clear that you were his but he wanted you to want him as much, and you did. 

Cupping his cheek he leans into the soft touch, “Your mine Miguel…”

“You know, this doesn’t mean I’m going to stop being Blackcat,” you say resting your head on his warm chest. Miguel just chuckles slightly as he lazily traces your side, carving your figure into memory. 

“Yeah, I figured you still wouldn’t listen, But maybe you can be helpful to me instead.” 

A huge smile stretch’s on your face, “Are you going to let me join the spider society?” 

Miguel gently creases your chin and pulls you closer to his face, “perhaps if you learn not to be so clumsy” he quickly teases before he places a kiss on your nose. 

Huffing you are not entertained by his teasing. Watching him with a pout you see that perfect body of his roll off the bed heading towards the bathroom. 

“You know, you're not funny Mr.-” you stop. -Shit after all that you still don't know his lastname…

“O’Hara” His smooth voice breaks your thoughts.-O’Hara, huh?

“Now come on, I want to take a shower with my pretty girl before I have to go back to HQ” 

“Your leaving me already?”

Miguel approaches wrapping his arms around you pulling you closer to his bare body. “Don’t worry pet, I plan on taking you with me.” Leaning down you feel his hot breath against the shell of your ear making a familiar heat shoot down to your stomach.

“Maybe I will even let you sit on my lap while I work…”

Tags:

@xspideyxx

[billthedrake]

SUGAR DADDY (PART TWO)

The next day I was a little bit of a wreck. Still coming down from the high of my fantasy time with Mike Keenan. Sucking his cock. Kissing him. Enjoying the privacy and the deep conversation. I thought of texting him but decided that wouldn't be welcome. It hadn't been a date, it had ust been something that had happened. A combination of Mike taking pity on me and wanting to get his rocks off. We both got something out of it, but it was surely a one-time thing.

I had class that next morning and baseball practice that afternoon, then weightlifting. It was early evening when I got done and saw I had a text from Mike.

"Hi Luke, sorry no contact, I had a long day here. Enjoyed last night. Any chance for a repeat some time?"

My heart pounded. Maybe I was the one overthinking things. Mr. Keenan just wanted his cock sucked again.

"I'd love that," I wrote.

"Nice," came the reply. "You around to talk?"

I said good night to my buddies and told them I had to get back to study for a test. Then I texted a "yes" to Mike. A second later my phone rang.

"Hey," I said. God, I was majorly crushed out on the guy.

"Hey Luke," he said. His voice was sexy as fuck. "What are you up to?"

"Just getting out of practice. Bout to grab some dinner."

"I haven't eaten either. Want to come over? We can get dinner in the hotel bar."

"I probably need to change," I said. I was still in my workout clothes.

"I bet you look sexy as fuck," he growled. It was a trip to hear him lust for another man. "But take your time."

"Yeah, I probably shouldn't go to some fancy bar in my gym clothes."

"They don't give a fuck," he said. "But do what you feel comfortable with."

"All right," I said. "I'll text you when I'm on my way."

"Take an Uber," he said. "I'll pay."

"OK." Then I hung up. I was going to object, but I was eager to see the man. And truth be told I was hungry, real hungry. Maybe that's what made me decided to head right over, underdressed as I was.

"OK, I'm getting in my Uber," I typed to him five minutes later.

He sent a smiley face reply.

The man was in his suit, without tie, on one of the bar stools and his eyes lit up as I walked in. He had a smirk as I set down my backpack and pulled out the adjacent stool to sit. "I was right," he said softly. "Sexy as fuck."

I blushed. "I didn't think you went for guys that way," I whispered.

His blue eyes twinkled some as he patted my back. "No labels, remember?"

I was getting hard in my shorts. Unfortunately the thin fabric wasn't going to hide my boner, but fortunately, it was hidden by the bar. And my hunger was going to win out.

"The steak here is great," the man said as he handed me a menu.

"I dunno," I said as I looked over the option. "A burger is fine." Of course I was concerned about the price.

Mr. K could read me, though. "Get the steak," he grunted.

I felt a little chastised and said something I instantly regretted. "Is that how the Sugar Daddy treatment works?"

Mike gave me a quick glance then replied without missing a beat. "Buddy, you don't eye me up like a cash machine like those girls do. You don't know how nice a change that is."

I blushed and I felt his hand pat my bare thigh.

"I like that I can be honest with you, Luke, for real." His bossy tone was gone, replaced with the old Mr. Keenan charm.

I gulped. "I like being honest with you, too," I said. Until Mr. Keenan re-entered my life six months prior, I hadn't realized how rare it was I could be honest about things. I gave him a smile and saw him smile in return.

"Since I'm being honest," I started, but just then the bartender came over to take our order.

"Two steaks," Mr. Keenan said, ordering for me. "And another scotch and..." he turned to me.

"An IPA?" I asked. The bartender nodded and named off some brewery. Sounded good. We watched as he poured our drinks in front of us and placed them on the bar before going off to ring up our order.

"So..." Mike picked up. "Since you're being honest..."

I lowered my voice. "It's like I said before. You don't need to pay for anything, Mike. Or be a sugar daddy or anything."

He grinned. "There's always trade offs," he said. "And maybe I enjoy the control."

"Control?" I asked dumbly.

"If you're paying, you get your say in a lot of things," he said. He paused and watched me blush. "You think less of me."

"Honesty, right? You don't know how crushed out I am on you."

He smiled. "I have an idea. It's flattering." He took a sip of his scotch and looked over at me like a wolf eyeing up his prey. "I'm hoping you stay over tonight."

I was in over my head. Emotionally, but also with a man like Keenan. Decisive. "If you want, I will," I said.

"Good," he said, satisfied.

***

Mike Keenan surprised me that evening. After we ate and he paid the check, we went up to our room. We showered together, making out, feeling each other up. I was surprised how much this straight man was into my very male body and my cock. Well, he was probably bi and in any case had his no-labels motto. I was gonna embrace it.

Particularly as we made out on the bed, me beneath his middle aged, fit hairy body. I'd eventually find a real boyfriend, I knew, but I also knew it was going to be hard for any man to live up to hot how Mr. K was. His cock felt hard and even bigger as we humped our bodies together and kissed.

"So, Luke... you up for me being inside you?"

I nodded, hungrily. "God yeah, Mr. Keenan."

He grinned. "You have much experience?" That concern coming in.

"A couple of guys, yeah," I said. Then with deep candor, I added, "I wish you'd taken my cherry, Mike."

His voice got husky. "I've done anal a couple of times. With an ex-girlfriend."

His words made me actually break out into goosebumps. For some reason the idea of Mr. K doing some woman in the backdoor seemed kinky as fuck. But also the way he unmistakeably was communicating that he knew how to fuck me. "You liked it, I bet," I said with a lusty smile.

He nodded and winked just as he leaned up and knelt on the bed. His hardon looked magnificent, the thickness perfectly framed by his hairy, DILF-y body. I decided then and there I'd have a hard time sleeping with a man under 40. "Oh, yeah, buddy," he said. Then my body shivered again as I watched the confidence with which he picked up the lube he'd set out next to the bed. As he returned his focus, I pulled back my legs and spread them some, letting his slick hand in to lube up my hole. "It's probably my favorite thing. Hard to talk a woman into it, though."

"I can imagine," I hissed, enjoying the cool contact of the lubed finger on my ring. "I bet that costs extra huh?" Maybe that sounded accusatory, but from my tone it was clear that it was a joke, and Mr. Keenan picked up on that.

He laughed. "I don't hire hookers, but don't think I haven't thought about it." His cock jerked, and I was relieved that being with a dude seemed to work for him as much as fucking a chick.

He pressed in and worked me open some. "That feel OK, buddy?"

I looked at him excitedly and nodded. I kept expecting resistance as the man fingered me but there was none. At all. "Feels amazing Mr. K." My longtime nickname for him just slipped off my tongue, but the man seemed excited to hear it. His cock actually jerked.

He now slipped in a third finger, twisting me open and working in and out. "You're ready," he said, though I knew there was a questioning behind his assured tone.

"Yes, sir," I hissed.

Mike was horny, too, I realized as he scooted in to place and nudged his meaty cock right into place. I don't know the approach he took with women, but he angled his finger to let his prick push in just as he withdrew his hand. Kind of a shoehorn move that slid his meaty cock right into me. Three solid inches inside me in one go.

"There ya go," he said with satisfaction. Then he moved forward, his hips driving more meat into me, as he leaned his upper body forward. I was getting well and truly penetrated.

The thing was, my insides were starting their natural resistance, my guts clenching down on the invader and trying to repel it. Mr. Keenan mistook my discomfort for a natural stimulation of an ass on his cock. "That's goddamn nice, buddy," he hissed and like that he was kissing me, hard and possessively.

I met his tongue as well as I could, but there was something that clicked in me. I was a dude, a masculine dude. I didn't like to think of myself as feminine, and I got offended by the way people would associate gay sex with being feminized. And yet, I was pinned down beneath Mike Keenan and all I could think was to compare myself to those college chicks Mike banged. My hole relaxed around him and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Not slutty or anything, but damn I needed and wanted a Mike Keenan fuck.

He must have sensed the change but in any case pulled back from the kiss. "I guess I didn't even ask about protection," he hissed, his hips slowly pumping me.

"This is perfect, Mr. K," I growled. His dick was rubbing right over my prostate, not punching the button, but playing it like a violin string. It was a surprisingly new sensation for me.

The man liked my answer. He pulled back, further back, and pushed all the way. Then again. Not rushing it, but definitely claiming me with this cock. All the while his blue eyes bore down on mine. "How do you normally like it, Luke?" he asked.

I racked my brain. It was actually hard to think with the man's cock pressing in and out. And I'd only had a few experiences bottoming. "Slow, I guess," I replied. But then as I felt up the man's naked torso and strong arms, I wanted more. "But this is weird to ask... but I'd like you to show me how I like it."

THAT turned Mike on like crazy. "Yeah?" His nostrils flared. "I can do that buddy."

He pulled back and I felt his prick punch into me. In retrospect it probably wasn't rough, but I'd never been fucked with that much force. Then another. Slow, steady, and hard.

The fact that it was Rich's dad doing this drove me wild. I looked up into his handsome face and imagined him rough fucking some sugar baby who'd have to work for her apartment money.

"Shit!" I gasped. My prick was dripping already, a telltale sign that I was about to cum. I gripped it, just in time to let the pleasure boil to a full orgasm, all while Mr. Keenan pounded it out of me.

His own face was scrunching into a clear sign of pleasure. The man was ejaculating into my guts, and good.

"Well, fuck me," he sighed as he lay his forehead against mine. We lay like that, my hands on him and my legs wrapped around him. His more mature, fit body resting on top of me as he caught his breath. "Please tell me you liked that buddy," he hissed.

I felt weirdly emotional. I don't know, it wasn't just the crush I had on Mr. K. It was the hormonal rush on top of the mind fuck of having had such hot sex. "A little too much," I admitted.

That made him smile.

He finally leaned up and slid out of me, and off me. His dick was thick and plump but softening, and very wet. He looked down on me with a mix of surprise, paternal-like affection, and pride in conquest. I loved it all, and it was then that I realized I was hooked on the Mike Keenan experience.

"I thought I was pushing my luck asking you to meet me again," he said as he stepped off the bed and down some water from a water bottle. His middle-aged muscle was covered in a sheen of sweat. The man was sexy as fuck. His eyes barely left my nakedness. "But I guess not," he continued.

I felt all sorts of weird, and more than a little cheap now that the endorphins were wearing off. I sat up in bed, my hole feeling used and wet now. "You really do like being on control, don't you, Mike?"

My words caught him by surprise. "I guess I come on strong, huh?"

"A little," I admitted. "I should probably go," I said as I searched for my briefs.

"Will it make you feel better to stay over?" he asked.

It was my turn to be surprised. "You think I'm like a chick?" I asked. I wasn't sure I was upset he was stereotyping me as a gay guy. Or upset because maybe he was right.

"It's just a question, Luke," he replied. "I'll give you Uber money."

I swallowed my pride. "I'd love to stay. Sorry I was giving you grief."

He smiled. "It's fine buddy. I'm used to game playing. But you're a straight shooter. I like that." Then matter of factly, he added, "I get up early."

"That's cool," I said.

****

I gave Mr. K a blowjob early the next morning. And he stroked me off. I guess I was leaning toward being a bottom before Mike Keenan, but I'd never embraced the label. What the fuck, the man was making me realize the shoe fit.

I was happy and content all day. I kind of wanted a text from Mr. K, but I didn't need one. Even being young and naive, I knew I had to take this for what it was, or not at all.

Around 5:30 I got a text. "Dinner?"

I had a late game and plans with my buddies. "I'm tied up, Mike," I wrote. "Sorry."

"What time you done?" came that reply.

"I don't know. 10?"

"Come over then. You know the room number."

Maybe it should have rubbed me the wrong way, but it didn't. I was horny for this man. So bad.

Only after I replied with an OK, I got a Venmo alert. Mr. K had sent me money. Not an exhorbitant amount. But a lot.

Oh shit.

***

I was nervous as Mike ushered me in. The worst part was how fucking handsome he looked, even in his readers and plush hotel bathrobe. He didn't look exactly sleepy, but he seemed in a relaxed, tired state as he looked me up and down.

"Thanks for coming, Luke," he said. That easygoing charm I remember from going over to his place when I was visiting my buddy Rich.

"Sure," I said. Looking around, I wondered what it was like to live in a hotel like this a few nights a week, always being on the road. I smelled Mr. Keenan's cologne before I felt his hand on my shoulder and his warm body press against my back. Already he was kissing softly at my neck.

"Listen, Mr. K... can we talk about the money thing?"

His voice had a throaty growl. Maybe he'd been thinking all evening, all day about sex, because he seemed to be in a horny mode. "Sure. Was it not enough?"

"No, Jesus," I hissed, feeling his fingers already running beneath the hem of my T-shirt tracking my abs. "I don't need anything. For real."

OK, now his fingers stopped their seductive movement. I guess the man was getting it. "You offended?" he asked.

I blushed. "I dunno," I replied. "It didn't make me feel great."

I felt his breath against my neck. "You deserve the money more than Kimberly," he said. "Or the others. It's just a little something, Luke. Use it to have fun. Or save it for a rainy day."

I don't know how Mike Keenan was so persuasive a man, but he was. Maybe because those fingers are once again tracing up my abs and pulling my shirt with them. "Come on, buddy, let me see that hot baseball jock body," he urged.

I went with it. I knew I was good looking, and even if I had some bulking goals for the off season, I knew I had a solid body. But the fact Mr. Keenan was into it had me so turned on. I turned around to see a smile on his five-o-clock-shadowed face.

"Nice," he said, eyes sweeping up and down my build. "Lose the shorts, Luke," he said.

Mr. K had talked about enjoying being in control. I was now wrestling with the fact that I enjoyed being bossed around, at least by this man. I stepped back and undid my shorts, stripping down completely for him. I was rock hard.

My heart pounded as I watched Mike get a more serious look on his face, as his hands reached down to undo the tie on the robe. The white terry cloth flapped open to show off his furry fit torso and, beneath that, his thick boner. "Come on buddy," he said in a deep whisper, nodding down at his crotch in an unmistakable signal.

I gulped. I assumed my normal catcher's squat, a position which made my hard dick stick up at an angle.

"Fuck yeah," Mike said. He scooted up to offer me his prick. It was fat and veiny, and while not porn-long that dick was pretty damn big.

I leaned forward just an inch to start licking him. Top to bottom. Along his furry nuts. Tasting every inch of Mike Keenan. Maybe his relaxed vibe gave me the implicit permission to take my time.

Only by the time I actually began sucking him, working my mouth up and down on him and doing my best to coordinate suction and tongue along his shaft, the man was starting to get worked up.

"Easy there, buddy," he hissed, gently pushing me off his dick, which throbbed and jerked a little, wet with my saliva. "I almost blew there."

I grinned. I felt so fucking proud. I didn't have a ton of sexual experience and it was good to know I was doing something right to get Mike so close so soon. "Why don't you?" I asked, sitting back on my haunches and looking up at him. I was getting more confident in having sex with this older man.

He let out a heavy sigh, like he was fighting off the urge to do just that. A smile crossed his lips, though. "Guess I'm like a kid with a new toy," he explained.

It took me a second to get it. "You wanna fuck me again." Half statement, half question.

Mike nodded. "Been thinking about it all fucking day, man. Your ass is so fucking tight."

I knew this was a possibility, and I wondered if I should be giving my hole some rest. But I also knew it was going to be hard to turn down a Mr. Keenan fuck. I stood up, my dick riding that crest between pure excited hardness and nervous flagging.

"Ok if we kiss a little, Mike?" I asked feeling almost embarrassed to ask. "You know, make out a little?"

My buddy's dad nodded and grinned as he stepped up to me, placing his hands on my waist. "I guess I can come on strong, huh?" he asked.

God, feeling his dick press against mine and the heat and the soft-hard combo of fur and muscle against me was going to drive me wild. "Some, yeah," I admitted with a laugh. Then blushing, I added, "Part of me really likes it, but fuck it's intimidating too, you know?"

Mike didn't reply but just gave a sympathetic nod and leaned in for a soft kiss. We made out some, and it was incredible to feel the contrast between the gentle approach kissing and the mauling of his hands on my jock body, particularly my butt. Mr. K wasn't kidding about having a new toy. He seemed to really love my ass.

He walked me back to the bed and I went back down on the mattress with a motion of his that was between guiding and pushing. He quickly lost his bathrobe and joined me, covering my body with his older, more experienced one, feeling me up and kissing along my neck, my ear, my upper chest. Mike was in full-on horny mode and bring me there right with him.

Finally he lifted off and rolled to the side. His erection was dripping and rock hard and looked amazing against all that body hair. "All right buddy, get on all fours."

I was primed for Mike Keenan in full on control mode. I scrambled to do as the man asked, facing the headboard and feeling the man settle in behind me. Already his hands were cupping my glutes and feeling the smooth muscle.

"You got a hot fucking ass, Luke," he growled. He pawed at me another few seconds then reached for some lube. The first wet finger felt great, and went in pretty easy.

"You're looser today, buddy," Mike hissed. A second finger popped in.

"Yeah, probably," I responded. "After yesterday."

"I wanna keep you this way," came his deep voice. "Ready for me."

"Oh fuck, Mr. K," I whined. There was an edge to his tone that drove me wild. And as his prick pushed in, I felt a welcome pleasure, even with my residual tightness.

"Fuck yeah," Mike grunted as he felt my insides and pushed to bottom out. "Right back in the saddle."

His grip clenched roughly on my waist. Just as quickly as that thick cock pulled out, it barreled back in. And again. One hard thrust right after the other as Mr. K grunted deeply. "Ung. Ungh. Ung."

The man was fucking for his pleasure, not mine. Still I felt an excited thrill. I wouldn't say I enjoyed this nearly as much as the missionary mating the night before but it felt new to me. Animalistic and raw. I was hard even with the discomfort of the shafting.

Wham. Wham. Wham. That thick piece of hard dad meat was drilling steadily. Then the cadence went off. Mr. Keenan's rhythm was getting more spasmodic and jerky as he pounded me. Then I felt those fingers dig into my hips.

"FUCK!"

From his cry and the sudden stop of his thrusts, I knew the man was seeding me.

I loved every part of the experience, but I now regretted that I hadn't gotten off. The fuck had been too hard and too quick.

Thankfully I felt the man shift behind me and, prick still buried inside me, he leaned forward to press against, my back.

I loved the feeling of his kiss on my neck, but even more I loved the slickness of his palm as he wrapped his hand around my hardon. Mike didn't even need to do much. Just give slow soft pumps in and out of my guts while his fingers ran along my dick. I fired off, heavy and hard. I felt lightheaded when I came.

We were quiet as we uncoupled. The shame was coming back to me as I showered off. Shame that I enjoyed what others might see as a dominant, selfish fuck. Shame that there were funds in my Venmo account. Shame that I was falling for Mr. Keenan so hard. I knew I couldn't stay over in this hotel room, not tonight. I needed some space to think.

Mike had his robe back on. To this day a white terry bathrobe is a fetish for me. His tone was more serious. "You mad at me Luke?" he asked as he sat in the hotel chair and watched me get dressed.

I grimaced but shook my head no. "I didn't think I'd like sex that rough," I said softly.

I could see a sly grin from on his lips. But he continued. "I wasn't talking about the fuck."

God, the man could be intense, behind the suave businessman outgoingness and the friendly paternal vibe. It was like I was seeing the real Mr. Keenan. Intimidating, sure, but I also wondered if he had a hard time with real relationships. His marriage hadn't worked out, he was clearly estranged from his son, and he basically hired dates instead of having real girlfriends.

I paused, just holding the T shirt I was going to put back on. "Can I be blunt, Mr. K? You say you don't want a hooker, and yet have a way of treating me like one."

He was prepared for that. "You're not that, Luke. But I'm not ready for anything serious. I figure I can help you out, and you can help me out." He looked at me and could tell I still didn't get it. "Listen, it's not just sex. I love spending time with you buddy. You're a hell of a lot more fun than those sugar babies, I'll tell ya." He cracked a smile, and I had to as well.

"I guess," I said. Remembering Kimberly, I could imagine she'd be more work than fun.

My conciliatory tone made him happy, and I was glad to see the friendly Mr. Keenan return. "Well, it's just I don't always have the time or interest for all the other boyfriend bullshit. Checking in, looking after emotional needs, dealing with jealousy."

I gulped. I was starting to get a better picture of Mike. The side Rich hated. The side I should hate more.

He watched my reaction but continued. "I know that wouldn't be fun for you to deal with, so I want to make it worth your while."

"Make what worth my while?" I asked. Again, as persuasive as he was, I felt he kept talking around the sex part.

He laughed, almost amused at how astute I was. "Luke, I'm not going to pay you per sex act. Or per night. But..." his voice got conspiratorial. I wondered if he knew what that supportive dad-figure tone did for me, and just weaponized it to get his way. Honestly I think it just came naturally to him. "Well, bud, I'd love an arrangement when you're able to keep me company when I'm in DC." His blue eyes got an impish cast to them, and I knew he was in seal-the-deal mode. "I'm pretty sure we could have a lot of fun together."

"You wanna be my sugar daddy?" I asked, point blank. It's not that I was dumb, but I actually didn't think Mr. Keenan was outright going there.

He nodded. But his face had a caution to it. "Would it better if we ditched the labels?" he asked, a smirk on his face reminding me of his own no-labels policy.

"It would," I answered. Then. "OK if I think on it, Mike?"

"Of course," he said.

He stood up as I finished putting on my shoes. Seeing how handsome he was I almost asked if I could stay over again. But the vibe wasn't right for that.

As I made my way to the room door, Mr. K patted my shoulder. "You're a fine young man, Luke," he said. His fingers gave my muscle a little squeeze before letting go. "I mean that."

"Thanks, Mr. Keenan," I said.

***

The Uber ride was quick at that time of night. I'd have to come up with an excuse to my roommate while I was out again. I'd probably have to come up with a lot more excuses if I hung out more with Mr. K. Or, if he got me my own apartment, things would be easier. Meeting up with him. Having sex with him.

I pulled out my phone. I thought I'd hesitate before sending but I knew I knew my answer.

"You'll have to let me know how it works Mr. K," I texted. "But I'm in."

No labels. But if Mike Keenan was going to call himself my sugar daddy that was probably OK too.

I got a quick reply. "That makes me happy Luke. Talk tomorrow sexy."

I felt warm inside. Mike Keenan was going to make this worth my while. But I was determined to make it worth his, too.

[minispidey]

02: Barbie's Dreamhouse.

Joel Miller x f!bimbo!reader. previous. series masterlist. next.

02. Strawberry Lemonade.

warnings: reader stares at joel a lot and finds him hot as hell, reader is dramatic as hell (might be annoying to some), explicit thoughts, suggestive, sarah is alive and 12 years old here, reader thinks she's a homewrecker, not beta read.

summary: you just can't help but gawk at your hot contractor who's working for free, thank god the view is free too. but a revelation makes you question if you're lusting for a married man.

reader's outfit is the blue one of the dolls from the barbie movie (this one under)

You had settled on the couch on the second-floor balcony with a glass and pitcher of cold lemonade and a few snacks, while Joel was up on the roof, using a ladder to climb up to the edges.

There was no mistaking his experience— he made little noise at all, moving around the structure as if it were just another Tuesday. Despite his hardass appearance, he was a very skilled worker.

He eventually climbed down from the roof and headed inside, taking a second to catch his breath before spotting you upstairs.

He was immediately thrown off by the adorable dress— especially the heart detail. But he knew it was rude to stare, so he did his best to keep his eyes on yours.

"That… was actually a lot quicker than I thought it would be," Joel said, clearly pleased. "I should have the rest of the replacement shingles put on in no time at all…"

"Are they pink?" you giggled.

"They're white but I painted over the roof last time, I'll just paint over em' some other day."

"I got some snacks for us. I tested the fridge and it was working too." you poured him a glass of lemonade. "Here, cool off."

Joel took the drink. The cool liquid was very much appreciated after all of that hard work. He took a few swigs from his glass before he looked you over again.

"Thank you…" He nodded, clearly still unable to tear his eyes away from your dress. "Where'd you stay last night?"

"I found a nearby bed and breakfast beside a gasoline station. At least they didn't question why I was all dirty when I checked in." you giggled. "So, what's next?"

"Hmm… the plumbin'. I’m assuming it hasn’t been fixed." Joel's brow furrowed slightly. “The main shutoff doesn’t work very well, so if there’s a leak, you won’t be able to do anything about it. That’s pretty much a priority.”

"Oh, right. Um... so what do we do?"

"Well, we’ve got to find the shutoff for now," Joel said as he set his drink down. It was clear he hadn’t done much plumbing in his life, but from the times he had worked on it, it was also clear he was quite skillful when it came to repairs.

"Follow me. The main one should be in the basement, from what I remember."

"Alright! Lead the way."

You follow Joel as he headed down the stairs into the basement— it was pretty cluttered down there, with lots of old junk strewn around. As he made his way across the room to the back wall, he grabbed an old flashlight and turned it on.

"Hopefully, the shutoff valve ain't coated in any rust," he muttered. "But if it is, might be tougher than expected…"

Sure enough, he found the right valve, but it was covered in that awful orange rust and was completely stuck. He frowned as he studied it.

"Oh… that ain't good. This could be a problem…"

"Oh no... what do we do?"

He looked at you and shrugged.

"We could apply some WD-40 to it and hope that loosens it up. But that’s a long shot. In all honesty, I think we’re gon' need to hire a professional plumber to come in and see what can be done about this."

"Well, uh..." you trailed off. Joel watched as you fidgeted with your fingers as your body grew stiff.

Joel could tell that you were trying your best not to worry, but he really couldn’t come up with any alternative. As much as he hated to ask, he really didn’t think there was another way around it.

"I'll cover it. Don't worry."

"Thank you, Joel." you put your hands behind your back and smiled cheekily at him.

In the course of the next few weeks, Joel hired workers from an electrician to install the chandelier and fix the wiring, to plumbers to fix the plumbing issue. With his own money, nonetheless.

"Thank you, seriously, Joel..." You stared up at the pink jewels dangling off the chandelier in awe.

Joel chuckled softly and was about to respond, but he paused, realizing just how many times he’s heard those same words in just a few weeks.

"You don't have to thank me so much, you know. This was nothing"

"I mean, giving thanks is always a basic human thing." you smiled and placed both of your hands on your hips. "Appreciation can do amazing things."

There was another pause. He shrugged and smirked. "I mean… are you always this appreciative?" he asked, trying to hide his smile.

"Of course! Why wouldn't I?"

"I dunno, I've just never known anyone who can be this appreciative, you know? It’s definitely not something I'm used to hearing…"

There was another pause as he was contemplating what to say.

"It’s just that… you're never gonna make me feel bad for it or anything, right?"

Your shoulders dropped and you tilted your head to the side. "Why would I?"

He sighed.

"I dunno. It's just that most people I know like to take advantage of or make me feel bad for what I do for them. You know, like always makin' me feel like I should do more just because I'm helpin' in the first place. But you don't ever act like that, and… well, I dunno. I guess I haven't been used to it."

"Why would they do such a thing?" you looked offended, furrowing your brows.

"I've always just been surrounded by assholes. I guess it's what's really normal for me. But with you… I mean, the difference is staggerin', isn't it? I guess I'm just now realizin' just how shitty most people that I've known actually are."

You smiled and walked towards him. "And how many people did you offer to fix their house for free?"

He laughed as he thought about it.

"Never before have I offered something like that. Usually, it's more like helpin' 'em fix their car or somethin' like that. So honestly, this is new territory for both of us. Though, even then, you're still much more appreciative than just about anyone I’ve ever come across."

"But I do promise," you held out your pinky finger with a wide smile. "I will pay you back soon."

For some reason, the pinky finger was funny to him. Maybe it was just that you were so genuinely innocent in your promise, or the contrast between how serious of a situation this could potentially be and you being so playful. He took your pinky finger and wrapped his own around yours. He looked you over.

"Do you swear? Because if you don't, there's about to be hell to pay. I take pinky promises quite seriously."

"That's so fun! I always keep my promises."

"I know you will. So this right here is a sign of a promise. And I trust that you will be able to keep that promise, so I don't need you to repay me right away."

"I promise. Cross my heart, hope to die."

He laughed and nodded, his smile growing as he squeezed slightly harder around your pinky. "Okay then. Just remember, you break this pinky promise, and I won't hesitate to let you know just how disappointed I am."

You let out a giggle after letting go of his pinky "Ooooh, I'm so scared."

He laughed as well.

"I think you should be! I'm not usually one to joke around when it comes to stuff like this." he chuckled again. "But just so you know, even though I'd be pretty angry, I really wouldn't have it in me to stay mad at you. You know that by now, right?"

"Why?" you batted your eyelashes at him "Is it because I'm preeeeetty?"

He was trying really hard to suppress his smile and hold back from laughing.

"It is indeed because I think you are pretty…. But I can't deny the fact that you've also become really good at pushin' out my buttons. Even if I really should be furious 'bout all the money I spent on this house, you make it tough not to just smile back at 'cha and forgive ya."

"I know, I'm sorryyyy..." you clasped your hands together and dramatically knelt down in front of him.

He chuckled. "Well, I really mean it. Your personality is one of the most refreshin' personalities I've ever come across in a long time. And I never would have even met you if it weren't for this house and Mags. That has to count for somethin', right?"

"Sentimental value?"

"Yeah, exactly. It's like the universe knew I needed someone like you in my life. Who knew a house could actually lead to a meaningful relationship… I definitely didn't see that comin'."

"The world works in mysterious ways." you shrugged. "Keep up, old man."

Joel laughed louder. There was something about you calling him an old man that he loved, even though he should be offended.

"Watch it, before you start makin' this old man feel his age. My body is just now startin' to fall apart on me, don't give it a reason to start fallin' apart faster than it already is!"

The both of you laughed. You got up from the floor and fixed your dress "So, is there anything else the house needs?"

Joel thought for a moment, finally coming to the realization that the house was probably good for now. It'd definitely need some more work on the interior in time, but at the least, it was liveable.

"Honestly? No, I don't believe there is. I think this house is good for now. I'll keep doin' my check-ins every few weeks or so to make sure that everythin' is alright with the house, but besides that, there's really nothin' more we need to do here."

"So..." you fiddled with your fingers. "What do we do now?"

Joel shrugged. "I'm not sure. I guess we just have ourselves a nice, long moment of standin' here and being proud of the fact that we've both survived the experience of trying to renovate this damn house. It’s a miracle either of us has our sanity still intact."

He laughed as he leaned up against the wall of the dining room.

"You know, you've spent a lot of time here. I've never even seen the inside of your house." you giggled.

"You know you're not wrong, I was here almost every day for weeks on end." his eyes trailed off as he thought and sighed. "I guess I should invite you over sometime then, right? It's not nearly as interesting as this house, but I'm sure you'd love it."

"My house is pink. Big deal." you rolled your eyes and walked towards him, leaning against the kitchen wall "You know every nook and cranny of my house, of course, I deserve to know yours."

"It's only fair."

"Indeed."

You kept staring at Joel. He had some beads of sweat falling from his scalp to his face, and god did he look hotter than hell. You felt like a Victorian lady seeing an ankle.

"Are you single-" your question got muffled by the sound of the doorbell, and turn your head towards the door "Coming!" you said.

You walked towards the door and swung it open, greeted by a young girl. "Hi, is my dad here?"

Your brows furrowed. "Dad?" who could possibly-

"Sarah," Joel said from behind you. Your head immediately snapped towards him and your eyes widened like a deer in headlights. "Have you met my daughter?" he asked you.

You blinked twice. "I-I don't think I have."

You really had no idea he even was a father... or even considered, married.

Sarah looked around the room in awe, her eyes trailing all across the furniture and her expression changing several times as she looked.

"Did you fix this house all by yourself?" she asked Joel, her eyes wide.

Joel cleared his throat and nodded. "Yeah. I rebuilt this whole house pretty much myself— minus the plumbin' and electrician work, which I had hired some guys for. We still have to go through planning on each room, but it's almost done." he pointed towards you. "She's still thinkin' about what to do with all these rooms."

Sarah's facial expression changed to a small smile as she giggled. She turned her head towards you. "Daddy tells me a lot about you. He says you're so nice. The nicest lady he's ever met. Was it all true?”

You were still in a shocked state but you shook your head a bit and gave her a smile. "Why don't you be the judge of that?"

"You're really pretty..." Sarah stared in awe at you.

"Hey, didn't you say you gotta pick up your Girl Scout cookies today?" Joel looked at his wristwatch. "We gotta hurry if you wanna start sellin' 'em tomorrow."

"Oh, right!"

Joel and Sarah waved goodbye to you as they walked out of your house, and you stood there on your porch questioning everything.

"He's... married?" you closed the front door and walked up the stairs, slowly and dramatically. You tried to think of the signs that he was married. Ring? You didn't even notice! Well, not counting the times you stared at his large fingers and imagined them inside of you...

"Oh, god..." the realization hit you. You entered the main bedroom and you fell to your knees. "I'm a homewrecker!" you cried out.

tags: @danaispunk @buckybarnessweetheart @skysmiller @joelsflannel @sweetenerobert @clownd1ck @jhiddles03 @schwytie @femmeanonymelives @redemie @pedropascal-whore @hello-shirousa @survivingandenduring @sk-e-le-ton-s @urbrazysimp @amyispxnk @clownd1ck @livingdeadmaria @joeldjarin @blood-suckerxoxo @reallylovereading

(tags are open! just reply to be added. reblogs are appreciated!)

[anon-sect]

Can you transform me into a pair of insoles for my buddy's football cleats?

Picture source: @coachesdreams

Daison wondered why his football cleats hurt his feet after every practice and game. They were his favorite pair, but they were doing a number on his feet when he took them off. He did have them for several years prior, but just the start of this year, they weren't so comfortable on his feet. He peeled back the tongue to see that the insoles in both cleats were a mess. His feet had done a number on them over the years.

Daison saw these as his lucky cleats. His team had won the championship for the past three years. He didn't want to trash them for some new cleats. So he decided to buy some new insoles to make them comfortable again. Every new pair of insoles just weren't comfortable enough for his standard.

Kevin noticed a little frustration on his friend's face. "What's the matter?" He asked.

"It's my cleats. The insoles are badly worn out, and other insoles just aren't cutting it. My feet still hurt, but I don't want to get rid of my lucky cleats." Daison spoke, trying to come up with another solution, but about to give in to buying a new pair.

"Hmmm, there is one other solution, but it's extreme." Kevin spoke, not sure if his buddy wanted to try it.

Daison was intrigued. "What is it?" He asked since it was extreme.

"You can turn a human into your insoles. There is a rumor that human transformed objects last longer, can be durable, and are super comfortable to wear. But, honestly, thinking of making a human be your insoles you step on is sort of crazy." Kevin answered him.

Daison actually was considering it. Durable and comfortable insoles were what he wanted. Just the thought that another human being would be suffering under his feet just to make his feet comfortable was extreme, but also win for him. He could keep his lucky cleats and have a good pair of insoles. "How do you go about turning another human being into insoles, maybe?" He asked.

Kevin was surprised that Daison was actually considering it. "Well, they have to drink a durability formula first. Then, you transform them via a TF Ray device or download the TF Ray app onto your phone. Finally, you have your human transformed insoles." He paused for a moment. "But think about what you are considering. You would force another human being to support your feet. Doesn't that sound cruel?" He added.

Daison realized his buddy wasn't too fond of it. "You're right. I will replace my lucky cleats." He spoke an answer that Kevin would accept. Yet, he wasn't going to turn down such a good idea.

FOUR DAYS LATER......

Kevin was sitting over at Daison's house watching tv when his buddy brought him a drink. He tasted it and it was so good. He had drunk the entire contents of the glass within seconds. He saw Daison smiling at him and noticed he had barely drunk some of his. He saw him pick up his phone and flash the camera from his phone. He lost consciousness instantly.

Daison was surprised it really worked. The TF Ray app on his phone had instantly changed his buddy into a pair of insoles. He picked them up. He was so amazed. They felt different than normal insoles you buy in a store. "I know you didn't agree to this, but you gave me a good idea. You can't blame me for wanting to try it out. I put durability formula in your drink. It should make you last a while under my feet." He paused, still examining his new insoles. "I am just going to wear you for this week's practice. I will turn you back to normal next week." He spoke as he went to his football cleats. He removed the worn-out insoles and put in his new ones. He couldn't wait till tomorrow's practice. He really was looking forward to testing out his new insoles.

Kevin woke up to hear his friend's words. He was turned into a pair of insoles. When he was shoved into his football cleats, he was bombarded with a foul foot odor that saturated all of the insides of the cleats. He was literally trapped in it totally against his will by his friend. The mention of a week long football practice gave him thoughts about what he was about to endure, not including the foul stench of the cleats.

ONE WEEK LATER........

Daison was so amazed. Everything that Kevin told him was so true. His feet felt wonderful on the football field. Practice was sometimes almost three hours every day, yet his feet came back feeling great. The insoles held up all week long. He even saw that they had molded to his feet perfectly. The insoles smelled just like the rest of the insides of the cleats at the end of the week. Human transformed objects are way better than normal objects, he concluded. It was decision time. Should he keep his new insoles or keep his word. He wasn't sure which to choose. So he decided to let fate decide Kevin's new destiny. He decided heads for keeping his word and tails for keeping his insoles. With one flip, it came up tails. He then erased Kevin's data from the app, further ensuring that his buddy could never be human again.

"You are my insoles now. I deleted your reverse information from the app. Sorry, but I need really good insoles, and normal insoles can't replace what you do for my feet. But don't worry, I will make sure you and my feet have many days together for a very long time. Thanks for your sacrifice." Daison spoke to his insoles before going to take a shower.

Kevin was slightly devastated at the news. He had endured a week of hell under his buddy's feet. All the drills and constant running had molded his insole bodies to form the perfect comfort for his feet. He no longer had that fresh smell. He smelled just like Daison's sweaty feet. Each step was pain personified that he had no words to describe. He was just used as an object under his feet without the slightest care of how he was feeling. Now to be told by his friend that this was his life permanently, shocked him, yet he shouldn't have been surprised. It was his idea in the beginning. He simply accepted that his new existence was just to be under Daison's feet forever now. Honestly, though, he thought there were worse fates than this one.

[aquagirl1978]

Crown

A/N: My fifth entry for An Invitation to Crown hosted by @judejazza Pairing: Victor x Reader Prompt: playing with hair Word Count: 1459 Tags: NSFW; Minors - DNI; soft sex; fingering (both reader and suitor), edging; hair pulling; reader is afab; no pronouns used but reader is referred to as "good girl"

Victor had the most beautiful hair of anyone you had ever met. Strands as dark as the sky at midnight, it cascaded from the crown of his head past his shoulders and down his back. Brushing his hair had always been a bit of a chore, but ever since you entered his life, you were happy to take over. You loved running your hands through his long hair, his dark locks slipping through your fingers like strands of fine silk. Doting on him in this small way, and seeing him smile the way he did when you were done, warmed your heart each and every time. 

Today, Victor was seated at the edge of your bed, with you behind him on your knees. Gathering his hair in your hands, it was no accident when your fingertips grazed the nape of his neck, the way his body shivered didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Sit up straight for me,” you said, your hand gentle on his back. He was already sitting straight, but this simply gave you an excuse to drag your hand down his spine. 

Keen to your usual tricks, he let out a small huff of laughter as he made an exaggerated effort to straighten his spine. But he would never question you, he enjoyed being the recipient of your tricks as much as you liked to play them on him. 

Oftentimes, much like today, you were both quiet as you doted on your lover. You found the repetitive nature of running the brush through his hair relaxing.

When Victor let out a small, soft noise, you realized you must have tugged his hair too hard in a pass of your brush  

“Victor,” you asked, “I’m sorry, did I hurt you just now?”

“Oh no,” he replied, his usual cheerful voice replaced with a deeper one. “You can keep going.”

You continued to brush his hair until you heard him make another similar noise.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized again. “I’ll try to be more gentle.”

“You didn’t hurt me,” he mumbled. “You're not done yet, are you?”

“No, I’m not done yet,” you confirmed as you continued to brush his hair. If it didn’t hurt when you accidentally tugged on his hair, you wondered why he was making those sounds. Heat rose to your cheeks when you realized what it could be. Brush in hand, you decided to test out your theory and tugged on his hair, a little bit harder than you did the previous times.

The noise that Victor let out this time was most definitely a moan.

“I'm so sorry,” you blurted out, waiting to gauge his reaction. “I didn't mean to –”

He turned around and glanced up at you silently, his jewel-like eyes glittering with mischief.

“Did you like it when I –”

“Let's find out for ourselves.” He took the brush from your hand and placed it to the side. Bringing his lips to yours in a greedy kiss, he guided you onto his lap, the outline of his bulge pressing against you. 

Oh… He definitely likes this.

Threading your fingers through his silky strands, you deepened the kiss, permitting his tongue to enter and taste you. Wrapping a few strands around your fingers, you tugged gently, knowing you wouldn’t be hurting him. He moaned into your mouth, his hand on your hip, pressing your body closer to his. 

Lips locked, his hands moved under your skirt eliciting a moan of your own. With one hand twined in his hair, your other hand drifted towards where your bodies met. Dizzy with desire, you slipped your hand inside his waistband, your fingers wrapping around his shaft. His body tensed as his cock stiffened in your hand, sending heat to flood your core. When his fingers found your clit, he ran his thumb along your slit, coating it with your nectar. 

“Looks like I'm not the only one enjoying this,” he said, his voice laced with lust. Your breath hitched as he plunged two fingers inside you, your fingers grasping for his hair.

He smirked into the kiss, but quickly pulled back, wanting to fully enjoy your expressions of pleasure. Your soft sighs came more frequently as he scissored his fingers inside your walls, his thumb stroking your clit the entire time.

Your hand fell from his head, your fingers releasing his hair; palm pressed against his chest, you were eager to undo his pants as you slid your hand down towards his waistband. With his free hand, he took yours in his, and returned it to the crown of his hair. The look he gave you rendered you incapable of putting up a fight.

“Good girl,” he whispered as he inserted a third finger inside you.

Just when you were close to your peak, he withdrew his hand, eliciting a sad whimper from you. The fire in your body blazed as he undid his pants and freed his erection. 

With his eyes fixed on you the entire time, he stroked his massive cock, coating it with your nectar on his hand, sliding his fingers along your slit to collect more.

Lifting your skirt, you readied yourself to be seated and filled with his cock. Victor was a large man, your body was still not used to his size and being broken in half each time you fucked. 

He rubbed his tip along your entrance, this mere touch enough to send your body spiraling. You tugged on his hair causing him to moan loudly as he moved his hands to your hips and pushed your body down on his length, slowly stretching your walls. 

“Almost there, I know you can take a little more,” he groaned as he lifted you up and pushed you back down.  You tugged on his hair again, enjoying the pleased expression on his face as much as he did yours.

When he bottomed out, you cried out in a pain that quickly morphed into pleasure; looking down at your joined body, your heart swelled with pride knowing you swallowed his entire length. 

“Good girl, I knew you could take all of me.” Victor was so big, he sometimes worried a time would come when he couldn’t fit all of him inside you fully. Sex with Victor felt like it was the first time everytime, and you hoped it would always be like this.

You placed one hand on his shoulder, your private sign you were ready. 

“Don't stop,” he hissed when you moved your hand from his head. Obliging his request, you promptly returned your hand and tugged on his hair harder than before.

He let out a low groan, his sounds sweet and delicious to your ears. 

His pace increased as his cock pumped in and out of your pussy, his thrusts relentless as you reached your peak. A tear trickled down your cheek as your body filled with rapture, creaming on his cock.

“I’m not done yet,” he whispered, tugging on a lock of your hair when your chest collapsed onto his. Your back straightened, tingles shooting through your body from the pleasurable pain of your hair being pulled. He let go of your hair and gripped your hips with both hands. 

He changed his pace, edging you by slowly dragging his cock in and out of your body. You pushed your hips down to meet his, whimpering every time he pulled out. Already chasing your next climax, you squeezed his shaft, wanting him to join you in bliss this time. 

“I can last all night like this,” he said with a wicked grin stolen from the devil himself. He gave your hair another quick tug, enjoying the strangled sounds you made. “But I won't,” he added. Placing both hands on your hips, his large fingers dug into your skin bruises were sure to appear the next day. When he pushed his cock back inside you, he heard the sweetest moan leave your lips. 

His pace increased, each thrust sending you closer and closer over the edge. Burying your head against his shoulder, your body clung to his as you began to tremble.

“That's it, come for me,” he coaxed. You soon toppled over the edge, your body drenched in euphoria.

A few moments later, he joined you in a beautiful state of bliss.

Victor fell back onto the bed, your body collapsing on top of his. Resting your cheek on his chest, you drew idle circles on the palm of his hand. 

“I love how we’re still learning things about each other,” you said softly with a gentle pull of his hair.

“Watch that,” he warned, removing your hand from his hair and lacing his fingers in yours, “or you'll find yourself on your back before you know it.”

Tagging: @redheadkittys @themiscarnival   @coral-relevium @cyberk1ee  @kookie-my-little-sunshine    

@pathogenic @ellisgivesmelife013 @ikemen-writer   @nightghoul381 @judejazza  

@xbalayage @xenokiryu @alydra @drachonia @ranhanabi777

@silver-dahlia @lunaaka @ikesenwritings @sh0jun @starlitmanor-network

[midmourn]

happier

title happier

pairing park jisung x gender neutral!reader

summary you know you're being selfish— but you hope she doesn't make jisung as happy as you did.

warnings angst, post break up

word count 1,412

author's note jisung is not an asshole in this dw i could never see him like that LMAO. as usual, let me know what you think bc it encourages me to continue writing!! reposting from my old blog.

"Jisung has a girlfriend," Jaemin fumbles with a stray string from his cardigan, looking at you from the corner of his eyes to gauge your reaction. You pause mid-bite, grip around your fork tightening before you relaxed your expression, slowly nodding. "Her name's Minji."

"Good for him," you mumble through a mouthful of food as your foot starts tapping on the tile. Minji as in Lee Minji? The girl in his dance class? You hope your eyes don't tell Jaemin anything, the last thing you wanted to talk about right now was your ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend. You press your lips together, no longer feeling hungry and set your fork down, "Do you want the rest of my food?" When he shakes his head, you sigh and nod, closing the box up so you can eat it later.

Jaemin opens his mouth before closing it as the two of you notice your friends walking over to the lunch table and stands up, "Alright, I'm going to sit with the guys, then ..."

"Bye, Jaemin," you send him a smile as Ningning replaces him and you turn to her, "Hey, how was the test in chem?" You ignore Jaemin's sigh before he walks away to another table, eyes slowly darting away from Ningning's as she rambles about the chemistry test. You follow him with your eyes, mouth twisting to the side as you spot the only girl at the table full of boys. Jisung's sitting beside her, his arm wrapped around her shoulders as he slowly eats his food while she talks beside him, occasionally nodding. You refrain from huffing and scowling, you didn't want your friends noticing.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?" You tear your eyes away from them, turning to Ningning who looks at you curiously.

"You good?"

"Just fine," you smile, patting her arm before turning and tuning into the conversation between Yeojin and Taehyun.

"She's so pretty," you mumble into your pillow, head face down as your mother rubs your back comfortingly. "And I know she's sweet, we were lab partners last year ..." Unlike after your break up, you haven't cried at all since you found out they got together. You consider that an accomplishment.

Your mother sighs, "At least you know he'll be happy, Y/N."

You don't tell her that you hope he isn't.

After your mother leaves your room, you flip onto your stomach to look at the ceiling where you have bright glow-in-the-dark stars stuck there. A sigh leaves your mouth, blinking as you remember that Jisung was the one who helped you put them up there. He didn't make fun of you for the fact that you wanted them up there.

"I think I accidentally made those ones look like a constellation," you followed with your eyes to where Jisung's pointing and raised your eyebrows.

"What constellation?"

"I have no idea, but they definitely look like one."

You laughed, "Do me a favor, don't major in astronomy when we go to college."

Jisung chuckled, "Hey, I could be an expert in astronomy before we get to college, alright? You don't know that." He turned on his side, but you don't look at him until his hand rested on your cheek. You met his eyes, blinking curiously at him and he smiled slightly— you were close enough that you could see his eyes and smile clearly. "You know, you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen in my entire life."

"Oh, yeah? What about Taeyeon? IU?" You snort, rolling your eyes at his cheesiness. "Ooh, Taecyeon? He's pretty hot."

"They're pretty, and hot," he shrugged as best as he could, still smiling, "But you're still the most beautiful."

Your cheeks burned hot and you just hoped he couldn't see that well in the dark as you turned your head back to the ceiling, "OK, cheesy. Next topic."

Jisung laughed, knowing exactly what was going on and pressed a kiss to your cheek, resting his head on your shoulder. He let the two of you be in silence for a few minutes before he said softly, "Y/N?" You hummed out a response, and he continued, "We're gonna be together forever, you know that?"

You don't respond for a moment, and he briefly wondered if you fell asleep on accident, but you exhale and say, "I hope so."

Bullshit, you roll your eyes. Love was a bunch of bullshit, and you can't believe you even believed for a while that you two would stay together forever. You force yourself into a sitting position and grab your phone, going on Instagram to find Minji's account. She hasn't updated in about a month, but she has enough posts.

She is pretty, as much as you want to deny it. She's kind, as much as you want to deny that, too. You wish she was a horrible person and tricked Jisung into liking her, but you can't blame him for liking her. She volunteers as much as she can, and she helps around her house with chores and babysitting her younger siblings, and works with no pay at her family's restaurant.

Park Jisung deserves someone like her.

You toss your phone on your bed, pressing the palms of your hands against your eyes as you slump against your wall. You want to cry, you want to scream and toss things at your wall and wreck everything in sight. But your mind overtakes your heart, and you know it's not a good idea. You love Jisung with all your heart, and you really do hope he is happy. It's what he deserves. But you thought he was happy with you, and look where that ended.

No one made you as happy as Jisung did, and you're not even sure if you would ever find someone like him again. As selfish as it sounds, you hope it's the same for him.

You blink and lean forward to grab your phone, clicking on Jisung's messages. You never deleted them after your break up, the last few ones being about picking his things up from your house that he had left when you two were dating. You force yourself not to read through them, and start typing.

YOU: hey, i heard about you and minji, she's a great girl. i really hope you two are happy~ :D

You hesitate before you press send, staring down at your phone. Was this a good idea? Would he tell her and then she turns into a jealous monster and comes after you? Your brows furrow before sighing, going to click on the text to delete it but your stupid-fucking-thumb accidentally touched the send button. You gasp, eyes widening at your luck before you clicked out of the message and actually throw your phone across the room.

"God," you groan, closing your eyes as you leaned back and hit your head on the wall. It hurt like a fucking bitch, but you figured you deserved it. Out of everything that had to happen, your thumb just had to accidentally hit send. Someone, whoever is up there, must really hate you. Your heart pounds in your chest, worry setting in. What if he confronted you at school tomorrow, saying you were out of line for talking to him? What if he or her took your message the wrong way?

Sure, you might be selfish and hope he wasn't as happy as he was with you but— you weren't a homewrecker. If you two were meant to be together, like you once thought, you'd end up together, right? Your stomach twists and you huff, clenching your fist to ignore the stomach ache.

Your phone dings from its place on the floor and your eyes shoot open, staring up at the ceiling and the stupid stars. You hastily sit up and grab your phone, breath hitching as you see the notification. Jisung responded back.

JISUNG: hey, y/n, thank you so much. i hope you're happy too.

A second later, another message comes in.

JISUNG: we didn't really talk about it before but we never ended on an actual bad note ... we're still friends, right?

You exhale, closing your eyes as you sit down, legs feeling wobbly. Would your regret this? Probably. Your eyes open as you make up your mind and smile sadly down at your phone, feeling the back of your eyes sting harshly.

YOU: of course, jisung. we were friends first before everything. see you at school tomorrow.

sour series masterlist. masterlist. rules.

[ineedtotouchgrassrightnow]

Moon,Sun,Earth

”The moon needs the sun to shine but the sun couldn’t care less earth is the one who recieves all the sunlight"

Child of Zeus!!!

You've been friends with Percy for years. You two just clicked from a young age, and nothing could alter that. You were each other's complement – you on his right, he on your left. Inseparable, wherever one ventured, the other followed; an unbreakable bond that time couldn't touch.

Every time he fell sick, you cared for him despite his reluctance, cautious not to make you catch the sickness. Whenever he fought with his stepdad and needed someone to confide in, you were there. Through every bout of poor grades, you stood by him.

Since meeting Annabeth, everything went awry. Initially, he praised her intelligence and agility. But it escalated, becoming a recurring issue in where every conversation somehow revolved around her. Hanging out? "Annabeth showed me-" Your birthday? "Annabeth did the funniest thing yesterday!" Even breaking your arm was tied to Annabeth, as he exclaimed, "I think Annabeth is mad at me." The focus shifted entirely.

It has reached a point where he cancels plans with you to cater to her every need. He promised to assist you with training later in the day but had to cancel due to Annabeth's fever. Even after she reassured him she was fine, he stopped talking to you. He ignores your waves when you cross paths, always choosing Annabeth. Every new quest or important news, he rushes to tell Annabeth. In his constant pursuit of her, he overlooks the one who was there for him from the beginning.

You reached a breaking point after he forgot your birthday again. It was worse than enduring his rants about her last year. Does he even know your birthday? If you were to ask him, 'What's my birthday?' would he mistakenly say July 12th, thinking about hers?

"Why are you acting so stuck up?" he snapped at you, frustrated with your behavior.

"Why am I acting stuck up? Why are you behaving like you're better than me?"

"When did I ever start acting better than you?"

"I don't know? Maybe after you completely forgot about me!? Perhaps it was when you replaced me with someone who is just another facade of me!"

"Don't you dare disrespect Annabeth!" he shouted, his voice clear and sharp, sending shivers down your spine. He had never defended you like this before.

"Disrespect? You disrespected me. What are you talking about? After all I did for you?" You couldn't help but laugh at his demeanor. "I wasted my whole life looking after you!" Your hand gripped into a fist.

"I took care of you every time you got in a fight with your stepdad! I nursed you back to health when you were sick! I walked you home! I tried to help you get better grades. I stayed up late talking to you even if I had a big test the next day!" Your nails dug deeper into your skin as your fist clenched turning white.

"I never asked for any of that! You just wasted your own damn time!"

"I wasted my time being a good friend!?"

"I never asked you to be my friend in the first place! You just came along some random day and never left! Following me around like a lost puppy with no life!"

"I'm sorry for caring about you!!! I won't do it again!" The words hung heavy in the air, a bitter acknowledgment of the unraveling friendship.

"Good, I don't want or need you in my life!"

"I want you!" You yelled without realizing. You quickly covered your mouth, but he still heard you. Percy didn't know what to say in response to that, the pissed demeanor fading to a confused look mixed with disgust. The tension thickened as the weight of your confession lingered in the air, both of you grappling with the sudden shift in the dynamic that had defined your friendship.

"Did you honestly think I would be anything more than friends with you?"

"I don't even like you romantically!" You felt your heartbeat race as you lied.

"I want you back! You were my friend, my other side. I miss you!" You took a deep breath as you felt your lungs giving out.

"I miss listening to you rant about your day, about the girls that bullied you, about your favorite class! I miss you! I miss my friend!"

"Were you my friend or was I YOUR friend? “Was I your friend... or were you my friend?" The questions echoed, revealing.

"Look, can we just call this quits? I have training with Annabeth-"

"Annabeth this, Annabeth that! What about Y/N this and Y/N that? Huh!? What does she have that I don't? What did you see in her that you couldn't see in me after years?"

"Do you want the truth?"

"I don't... I don't know. Something about her..." His face turned a slight pink as the heat rushed to his face, thinking about her. The room filled with an awkward silence.

You couldn't help but start laughing loudly too. "Y-You don't kn-know!?" Your sentences were breaking up due to your unstoppable laughter.

"Bullshit! Y-You, I- I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ANYMORE!" You couldn't take it anymore. All the thoughts in your head were mashing together and mixing to the point you didn't know what to think. The room echoed with the chaotic laughter.

"Fine then! Forget me! Go, leave, go hang out with Annabeth!"

"Thank you." Percy rolled his eyes and left, leaving you standing all alone, dumbfounded.

*"I hate him! I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!"* You knew you could never hate him, but you needed to feel like you could hate him.

You watched as he walked up to Annabeth, and his mood increased right away, the same way it used to when you two would hang out. The contrast stung, emphasizing the void left.

Even if you hated her, you saw what he saw in her – she was smart, sassy, charming, strong-minded, and all the good stuff. She had nothing negative about her! He would be crazy not to be head over heels for her. Yet, you couldn't stop feeling guilty. You knew she did nothing wrong; she was always nice to you, but she was just... so UGH!?

A new pit of rage mixed into your stomach, one that grew bigger and bigger every time you saw them hanging out, laughing, or doing anything together! The conflicting emotions churned within, a storm of resentment and self-blame.

Not knowing what to do, you went back to your empty cabin, cabin 1, and grabbed everything that belonged to Percy: his hoodies, his sweatshirt, the stupid letters he would write to you when you were younger that made no sense since he had bad dyslexia, and the stupid stuffed dog he got you at the fair after struggling many times to get it. In your fit of rage, you went to grab a towel he left a long time ago and ended up hitting your side on an extra bunk bed. All the emotions you had bottled up came pouring out of nowhere; this was the final straw. Tears came down your face like crazy.

“I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE MYSELF I HATE MYSELF I HATE MYSELF I HATE MYSELF I HATE MYSELF”

Ignoring the pain in your throat, you shouted uncontrollably. Once you started yelling, you couldn't stop; your breaths became uneven, and you sounded like a distraught child crying. If you were a child, you would probably run to Percy about this too.

Without thinking, you shoved all his stuff into a box, getting ready to leave. However, the stupid bear just stared up at you from the box, a silent reminder of the shared memories.

“…”

You ended up throwing the bear onto your bed and walked off with the box in your hand, a sobbing mess. Your destination: Cabin 3, Poseidon’s cabin—the one where Percy would be.

As you were about to knock on the door, a laugh you knew all too well reached your ears. "I- I love you so much-" The words were abruptly cut off, replaced by the sound of a kiss. It took everything in you not to drop the box; a wave of sickness threatened to overwhelm you at any minute.

Without thinking, you placed the box in front of the door and banged loudly, surely startling them inside. You ran off to the side of his cabin as the door opened. "What is it, Percy?" "Just some stupid box full of my stuff," he sounded annoyed but took it inside.

Alone in camp, with your only friend turned against you and longing for the girl you wished to be, you felt stranded. The wait until you could leave weighed heavily on you.

Feeling a sense of emptiness, you stared up at the ceiling, boredom consuming you. With nothing to do or say, time passed, and as darkness enveloped the surroundings, you remained motionless. No standing, no thoughts, no appetite – just a lingering inertia as you lay there, lost in a void. Despite skipping meals, you knew the campfire was unavoidable, bound by camp rules. Summoning every ounce of strength, you reluctantly stood up, acknowledging that you would have to face them there.

Each step towards the campfire felt like a heavy burden, the weight increasing with every step. As you arrived, the sight of them together, laughing and sharing a moment, struck you. A shiver ran through her, and he offered his jacket, a familiar gesture that once belonged to you. She hesitated, blushing, but he insisted, and you witnessed the echoes of your past now shared between them.

Uncertain of what to do, you sat on the ground, drawing in the dirt with a stick you found nearby. Seeking any distraction to make time pass faster, you focused on the simple act of creating temporary patterns in the earth beneath you. It was a long 30 minutes, but you finally decided on getting up and leaving. You felt her eyes on you – her disgusting, kind gray eyes.

You went back to your cabin, laid down again, and started sobbing loudly. You hated him so much, but how you loved him! You ended up going into a depressive episode. You refused to eat for days on end, refused to train, refused to do your hair—refused to do anything other than lay down. It's been a mess outside; Zeus is fighting with Poseidon again due to this. Percy hurt you, and now the sky is fighting with the sea.

The sky is thundering like crazy, and the water is going wild as well. Hey, this is your fault; you should know better—water and electricity don't mix well together.

[toubledrouble]

In the honor of my uranium post, here are more things my chemistry teacher has said and done:

Explained that actually electro cars are stupidly unecological because they use lithium batteries - creating them ruins the environment and we have no clue how to get rid of them

Microplastics in our blood are his favourite topic

Artificially supplied hormones and how they get from our bodies through the sewer systems to water (we can't filter them) where they mess up fish and make them gay (then the fish die) and then apparently make people gay. Somehow. He didn't elaborate because he was too busy with calculating how many gay people should statistically be in our class (it was like 3.5 btw)

Keeps bringing up how he supports gay people because there isn't enough love in the world ("but you at the last desk please do whatever you're doing at home, this is a chemistry class")

Explained how his hearing and sight work - apparently, now he can't enjoy much music because his hearing makes them sound out of tune

Talked about their fave kdramas with my friend

So many 'fun' stories from his past jobs (like when one of his university students committed suicide by poisoning himself with something they were working with in the middle of his class. Out of unrequited love. It was a very dangerous solution or something and he died before they could help him)

Frequently reminds us that we shouldn't swing on our chairs because he has already seen a human brain on the floor and doesn't really want to repeat that experience (another work accident)

The last class before Christmas break, he came in in full Christmas themed clothing (an ugly sweater, a winter had with a white front that he turned into a snowman, reindeer shoes, you name it)

Calculated how many wind turbines would it take to replace Temelín

Proceeded to calculate that they would make a straight line from said Temelín to Belgium

When our medic group was at a competition, he came to walk with us and our teacher with a tote bag where he had bananas that he then handed out and made us eat them

Also gave us good marks for participating in the competition because safety is important in a lab

Complained that we as a country care too much about other ecological/economical problems when we have our own ("mně je tygřík usurijský srdečně u prdele")

Talked about how our economy went to shit with the nazis and them the communists. Again, in chemistry, for some reason

He follows our school meme page (I'm one of the creators so this made me happy) and he laughs at the memes, even the ones about him

Told me that moravians (for context: I'm moravian but now live in central bohemia) are the best people

Made fun ways to explain chemistry to us when someone didn't understand the original versions (instead of repeating how one atom replaces another and creates a different solution, he made an explanation using relationships so people could relate and understand better)

Genuenly seemed like he was going to cry when I gave him homemade fancy decorated gingerbread (because mom is amazing and decorating it)

Always checks what book am I reading and talks to me about it for a bit

Doesn't mind when I zone out in class and miss a question which is so nice

When he saw our 'time till we leave' countdown, he said we may be happy but he will be sad and will miss us

Said that men are a dead end branch of evolution (loosely translated from "slepá vývojová větev") and had facts to back that claim up

Told us how someone poisoned his coworker by switching ethanol, which he poured into his morning tea, for methanol

Gave us a literal sheet with numbers of classes and exams that we will have. Like "lesson 24: carbohydrates I" so that we could prepare ahead

Cancelled final exam because he didn't feel like teaching (and because it wouldn't fix anyone's grade anyway) but then decided to make it voluntary in case someone would actually want to take it

Played 'calming Japanese music' during a test

Kept the nickname "Gargamel" that students gave him because he seriously looks a lot like him

He keeps all the gifts from his past students in his chemistry classrom/lab (it's 2 in 1)

Always tells us not to sit on the floor because we will get sick and won't be able to have children (aka the most slavic thing ever said)

Always has a speech about trash and the existence of trashcans when he sees some trash on the floor

When someone is being too stupid even for his patience, he says "I get that you have one brain cell that is jumping around trying to find its friends so hard it gave itself a concussion, but-"

Assigned us numbers based on the alphabetical order of our last names and made us sign tests with it to keep it anonymous so he can just throw them out without having to worry about our names being leaked (yeah it's a whole thing) because getting rid of the papers otherwise takes too long

[takemetothemoon-fics]

Starts with S, nine letters.

Title: Starts with S, nine letters

Pairing: Killian Jones x OC

Word count: 900

Warnings: none

Tags: Fluff, a loooot of flirting, mild smut but mainly kissing

Synopsis: This story is about Seraphina Vale, my OC, who meets Captain Hook when she's in a bar. Things get flirty real quick...

A/N: Hello!!! So happy you're taking the time to read this. This is my first fic ever!!! For this story I decided to create an OC, but you can just replace the name with Y/N if you'd like. Just for the sake of this story I decided to give her a name, since Killian has to guess her name at some point. Hope u like the story. Don't be afraid to follow me here :)

MASTERLIST

She had no clue what was about to come upon her. Who she was about to meet. It was late in the evening. Seraphina was sitting in a bar, alone.

'Hello darling.'

Sera looks up. There's a man standing next to her table. Without asking, he sits down at the head of the table.

'And you are?' Sera asks.

He raises an eyebrow and is amused by your inquiry, a warm smile growing on his handsome face.

'Why, I'm Captain Killian Jones darling, also known as Hook.'

'And you are?' he leans in and looks into her eyes.

'Hook. Interesting name. My name... Is not important. For now.'

'Hmm…' he raises an eyebrow once more, taking note of this strange woman who has chosen not to introduce herself.

'Not important… ' he says in a contemplative tone, 'I have stumbled upon a mystery. I'm quite good at solving mysteries, you know.' he says with a smirk.

'I'd like to see you try' Seraphina says. Hell, why not, she thought to herself. She felt like having some fun.

He smirks and leans on the bar, his tone flirtatious as it always is.

'Oh, is that a challenge I hear darling?'

He tilts his head and looks at her with a sly grin.

'Hmm…' he muses, 'a woman who wants to test me… ' he purrs and his eyes look like they are assessing her up and down.

'What are the stakes?'

'You name them.' She says, in a teasing tone, daring him to bite.

His eyebrows raise a little higher this time, his smile growing bigger and even more smug.

'Hmm… how about a kiss?'

'You know what? I'm bored. Yes. You'll get a kiss as soon as you guess my name' She says.

He nods his head, his smile growing wide as he leans in and looks deep into her eyes.

'It's a deal, darlin'. You have yourself a challenge.'

It's clear he's confident in his ability to complete this task, although he's also intrigued by the mysterious woman in front of him.

'Let the games begin…'

He grins from ear to ear as his eyes sparkle with confidence and his eyebrows raise.

'And may the best pirate… win.' he says with a self-assured smirk that shows he's more than ready to play the game.

Killian takes a sip of his drink and starts to observe her closely, carefully considering all of her features and mannerisms as he begins to think of who this mysterious woman could be.

'Hmmm…'

He leans forward slowly with a smirk on his face, his eyes fixed on hers as he looks into her eyes, looking like he's carefully considering what name might suit her. He's clearly starting to get into the game now, and his eyes have the playful, teasing look about them that's so characteristic of him.

'How about…' he says playfully, 'Annabel?'

'Wrong.'

He pulls back a little, running a hand through his hair as he thinks for another few moments. After a little time, he leans forward slowly once more, and looks into her eyes with a coy smile once more.

'Well then how about… Charlotte?' he asks teasingly with a wink as he once again tries to narrow down her name, his eyes gazing into hers as if he's trying to uncover her secret to get to it.

'Such basic names..' She teases, 'wrong again.'

Killian raises an eyebrow, his playful face turning slightly more serious as he considers the matter at hand.

'Basic names?' he asks in a joking tone while he moves his face a little closer to hers as he raises the other eyebrow.

'Give me something less basic.' She says with a teasing tone while his eyes look her up and down with a playful but calculating gaze.

'Something… that'll suit you. ' he purrs as he leans even closer, clearly enjoying the game and wanting to continue teasing her.

'I'll give you a hint. the name starts with S, and has 9 letters'

Killian leans back in his seat in mock frustration, but a warm smile also crosses his face.

'Nine letters… S…' he hums to himself, clearly running through the names and combinations of words in his head while he looks at her thoughtfully and a playful, yet calculating look crosses his face.

'How about… Seraphina?' he says with a smile as he watches her, waiting to see if he got the name right this time. The way he says her name gives her goosebumps.

'Well played. You got it.' Seraphina says, impressed with how quickly he got her name.

'Well, my dear Seraphina, consider the game won.' he says with a flirtatious grin and wiggles his elbows.

'Now… about that kiss…' he says with a teasing wink, moving forward and gently placing a hand on her cheek.

'Call me Sera, and yes. You've earned it.' She says, seductively.

'Sera it is darling…' he says with a playful smile as he leans closer, placing the other hand behind her neck while he tilts his head a little to the left as he once again moves closer for what promises to be an intense kiss. His breath hits her lips as they get closer and the passion in his eyes is easy to see.

'Sera…' he whispers as the two of them share a slow and sweet, yet passionate kiss that takes their breath away.

[subliminalbo]

Assimilation #3: All Life Surrenders to the Master

Gabrielle's friends knew that she was drunk when she insisted, "Guys, guys, I'm not Gabby tonight, okay? I'm Gabr-ielle." No one had ever seen her like this. She was the straight-laced one, the good kid who didn't break habit in college. But tonight, just for one night, she wanted to fuck around.

There was a pause among her girlfriends before they all burst out laughing. "Shut the fuck up!" Katy shouted. "You're so drunk."

Gabrielle shook her head. "Not drunk enough!" She took another sip from her long island.

The Gabby embargo was just a small part of her big plan for hot girl summer, which Katy had come to call “the summer of fucking strangers and forgeting about Ty.” It started with the tight red dress that curved its way down her body. She'd never felt this hot before in her life and she wasn't going to waste this energy tucked away in a booth at the club. The new Gabby–Gabr-ielle–liked to dance.

"Let's get back out there," Gabrielle said, eyeing a group of white boys in pastel polos and khaki shorts. Not her type, but she was up for anything tonight.

Katy shot a side glance to Crystal as the girls slipped out of their booth. "Watch her, okay?"

The girls were used to getting fucked up, but Gabby had a habit of ditching the group before the second round of cocktails. They'd all shared a laugh when she told them about the plan, but the way she was grinding on every eligible stranger tonight showed just how serious she was. She was testing them. First, to see if they measured up to Ty. Second, if they had the potential to be even better.

It wasn’t like she was looking for a replacement. Gabrielle wasn’t even close to getting back into serious dating. But Ty had certain skills that she missed late at night in the lonely darkness of her apartment. She’d give anything to feel that kind of human connection right now.

After working her way through a parade of spoiled white boys, she found herself alone and exhausted at the bar. That was where she met Justin. Tall, athletic, and crazy hot. They chatted about hot girl summer as he made her a drink, which somehow shifted to literature. He was smart too, it turned out. Justin was tending bar as he worked his way through engineering school, but he could hold his own in a conversation about books. (Nabokov? Overrated pervert. Flannery O’Connor? Overlooked genius).

Gabrielle’s drink was reaching the bottom when Justin asked, “What do you think about a guy like me?”

Gabrielle laughed. She tried her best to straighten her face and she said, “That depends. How often do you pick up girls here?”

“Completely honest?” Justin asked. “I don’t mess around at work. But I think you’re worth breaking the rules for.”

Gabrielle’s next laugh came out short and squeaky, more like a snorty hiccup. It was a goof line, but it was definitely just a line.

She smiled, tried not to laugh that awkward laugh again, then leaned playfully away from the bar as if to size Justin up. “Completely honest?” she mimicked him. “You’re running laps around these other boys right now.”

Justin smiled. The club lights made his eyes appear to glow, and Gabrielle saw hunger in them. It only made her want him more.

When Gabrielle’s back touched the cold ceramic, she gasped. The feeling was jarring enough to pull her from whatever thoughts had been running through her head as she followed Justin to the employee bathroom. They were almost certainly thoughts about Ty. But as she pressed her palms to the wall to brace herself for Justin, all she could think about was this moment. She’d never done anything this impulsive before. She’d never just followed her instinct.

Gabrielle closed her eyes as Justin nibbled at her neck. She swung her hands up from the wall and pressed them to his chest. When Gabrielle was a teenager she’d been attracted almost exclusively to lanky, nerdy men, but Ty was a linebacker for the Carpenter State Gremlins when she met him. A junior redshirt. He redefined everything she thought about her sexuality. Feeling Justin’s sculpted body beneath his sweater made her heart race. “Your lips feel so good,” she moaned. “But I want your body.”

Justin whispered, “Fuck!” and Gabrielle’s eyes snapped open.

“What’s wrong?”

“I need a condom,” he said, patting down his jeans.

“Baby,” Gabrielle heaved a frustrated sigh. “Don’t play with me.”

Justin gestured for her to stay put. “Wait here. I’ll be two minutes.” “Bay-by!”

Despite her protests, Gabrielle found herself alone in the small bathroom, nothing but the sound of the muffled bass from the club to keep her company. Two minutes, she thought. Then on to the next one. But the longer Gabrielle waited the more susceptible she was to second guessing. She already doubted every choice by nature, what was she doing waiting for some fuckboy in a public bathroom?

She closed her eyes again, tried to work herself up by picturing Justin’s body beneath that tight sweater. But once she was in the dark she only saw Ty’s face.

“It might hurt, but I’m with you. Don’t hold your breath.”

He’d been so gentle their first time. She could still feel him sinking inside of her, going slow and studying her reactions. It was everything she had imagined. Tender, loving, and passionate. And even though it hurt, she was eager for more.

“Breathe.”

God, she was getting so worked up thinking about it. Ty wasn’t even here and he could still work her up more than anybody. Gabrielle’s heart rate was picking up again, her legs were shaking. She needed to be fucked, and she needed to be fucked by him. She tried to talk herself into Justin. He was hot, he was smart. If she kept her eyes closed, maybe she wouldn’t even know the difference.

“Exhale. Exhale and…”

submit

The voice hit Gabrielle like a Mack Truck.

It wasn’t Ty’s, or Justin’s, or even Katy’s. It didn’t even feel human. The moment its words found her mind, everything snapped away as if the world was a conversation spoken over the phone and the line had just been cut. Thoughts of old boyfriends and rebounds, concerned friends, the stress of finals, internship applications. It was all gone, replaced with nothing.

Nothing but an instinct to submit.

“Hey! Fuck! Are you okay?”

Justin found Gabrielle slumped on the bathroom floor. His first fear was a seizure. Her eyes were closed, her body was tight, her muscles spasming. A line of drool had begun to dribble down her chin. Had she been high?

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Hey,” Justin repeated. He squatted down to her level and pressed his hand to her warm cheek.

come

Gabrielle’s eyes snapped open in response to the voice, sending Justin backward on his ass.

“Yesss,” she moaned. “Jesus, you scared the shit out of me,” Justin sighed.

Gabrielle tilted her head at the vague recognition that she wasn’t alone in the room, but her mind remained fixated on the voice.

“I must go to him,” she said.

“Go to who?” Justin asked.

Gabrielle pushed herself up from the floor, inching slowly up the wall until she was on her feet. She stumbled forward, her eyes sinking through Justin and into some vast oblivion where the Master was calling. She moved silently by him, even as he called out after her. She disappeared into the darkness of the club, and now Justin was the one lost for words.

By the time Gabrielle’s friends noticed that she was gone, she had followed the voice deep into the Romero forest. Dozens more joined her along the way. Pulled from their cars, their beds, their dorm rooms. There in the center of the forest they encircled a massive pond, its water as black as ink.

When the Master’s voice echoed once again in their minds–that phantom command to drink–its first converts dropped to their knees in obedience. Gabrielle pressed her hands into the dirt and drank from the pond. A feeling of peace washed over her as the Master took hold. It worked its way inside of her, rewriting the chemistry of her body. The Master was a better feeling than Ty, or Justin, or any frat boy could give her. It was the feeling she’d been searching for this whole time.

Everything in her relationship with Ty had been scripted. Even their first time, when Ty had been so gentle, Gabrielle had control of it all. She planned every detail, from the dinner to the brand of condom. With Justin, Gabrielle sought something more than just a simple rebound. But the whole time she’d really been looking for this. An instinct. And the base instinct of all life was to surrender to the Master.

The voices came to her just as the Master’s had, but she knew that these were human human. While the Master spoke to its vessels in commands, she recognized that the voices echoing through her head were thoughts. She was filled with an indecipherable wall of whispers like a packed theater anxiously awaiting the big show. Gabrielle tried to make sense of the noise, but the sudden surge overwhelmed her. Her body began to tremble, growing more powerful until her knees buckled and she was back on the ground. Her mind replaced with pure, unfiltered ecstasy. It wasn’t merely her own orgasm, but the feeling of all the Master’s vessels witnessing their awakening all at once. The cries that had echoed through their minds now pierced the cold air.

When her senses returned to her, Gabrielle found herself face to face with her own professor, Charlotte Blake. She’d known Professor Blake well in her human life, working closely with her as an editor for the Carpenter Bard. The vessels began to pair off now, cocks filling pussies, tongues licking clits, lips suckling from breasts, practicing transmission. Gabrielle landed in the soft dirt with her professor, her red dress thoughtlessly discarded in the weeds.

Professor Blake spread her legs before Gabrielle, the Master’s black liquid form spilling from her pussy. “Drink,” Professor Blake commanded with the same power as the Master’s voice.

Gabrielle obeyed, her mouth filling with the Master as she licked and suckled at her professor’s clit. Not her professor. Her fellow vessel.

“This is only the beginning!” she cried, her voice coming out in sharp gasps as tremors came in waves. “One by one we will spread, until the Master has taken over every home. All life surrenders to the Master.”

Gabrielle looked up at Professor Blake behind empty, pearl white eyes, her mouth dripping with her professor’s inky black sex. “All life surrenders to the Master,” she droned.

"Breathe, exhale."

return

[dream-meister-translations]

LINK’S PAST STORY #2

━

LINK'S BROTHER : WOW!! That's amazing! This car is sooo fast!!

LINK : Right? I made it with Lewis.

After they split me and Lewis up, I modified the car exactly like I said I would, and my brother took it for a test drive outside the house.

LINK : (Yeah, it's faster, but…)

LINK : (If only Lewis was here, we'd have made it even faster. )

My dad's a servant working in Lewis's mansion. Lewis and I were huge tech buffs and we hit it off as soon as we met, but…

But Lewis's parents didn't like us playing together.

It had been a week since then, and I still hadn't found a chance to talk to Lewis.

LINK : (Ugh… I wanna talk to Lewis…)

LINK : (Next time, I wanna find a way to make it change direction…)

Lewis is smart, well educated. I learned a lot whenever we'd talk. But most of all, he was just fun to be around.

I adored him.

LINK : (They told me I wasn't allowed to send a letter or call him on the phone… As if a letter would ever be enough…)

Face to face, we'd talk about everything together.

That's how it had always been. We're we got all our best ideas from…

LINK : (We need to find another way… Some way we can talk freely even when we're apart… I wonder if I could make it…)

━

A month or so passed and Lewis and I were finally reunited. Not that his parents gave him permission. We'd secretly exchange letters and meet up without them knowing.

LEWIS : Hey Link, I got something for you today. You said you were wanting to read this, right…?

LINK : No way!? That's not the book on Ortega Theory, is it? For me!? Really!? I'm so happy, Lewis!!

LEWIS : Haha, you look so excited! I'm glad I bought it.

LEWIS : If there's anything you don't understand, you can always come to me, so please keep studying.

LEWIS : I want to talk to you more about machines.

LEWIS : Someday you and I are going to create something that will change the world!

LINK : Yes!

━

Five years passed in the blink of an eye. And I turned 14…

HOUSE CHEF : Oh, hey, Link! Can I borrow you a minute? The oven's been acting up all morning.

LINK : Yes! I'll be right there!

By now I worked at the mansion with my dad, helping him around the house. It was a good way to make a living.

LINK : Hmm… Seems there was a break in the circuit causing it to cut out. I replaced it with a new one, so it should work again.

HOUSE CHEF : Oh, you fixed it already? Thank you very much. You're really good at this kind of thing, aren't you~?

HOUSE CHEF : Self-taught, right? I heard you won a prize in some contest.

LINK : Yeah! It was a contest for local inventors! I made a machine that could amplify sound or minimize noise!

HOUSE CHEF : Well, I don't know about all that. You and Mr. Lewis are one of a kind to the average person.

LINK : Ah-Hah, no, I'm still a novice compared to Lewis.

HOUSE CHEF : I heard Lewis is doing incredibly well in school right now.

Lewis had went to a highly prestigious engineering school. Many famous mechanics had graduated from there. And Lewis was top of his class.

I needed to work harder, too.

I studied every day, in between jobs. I wanted to hone my skills so that I could be on the same level as Lewis.

"Someday you and I are going to create something that will change the world!"

I was determined to make that dream come true…

[zeasty]

"What are you doing with that remote?" Jordan asked, raising an eyebrow. His muscular arms were crossed, and he towered over the couch where I sat in my yellow underwear, Xbox controller in hand.

"Just testing something out," I replied casually, trying to hide my grin. Jordan had always been the loud, cocky gym bro type—constantly flexing, bragging about his lifting stats, and tossing around jokes that weren’t nearly as funny as he thought they were. I had tolerated his presence because, well, we were stuck sharing the flat. But when I discovered the strange power this controller had, an idea formed in my mind.

Jordan leaned in, his short blonde hair catching the light from the window. "Whatever, man. I’m hitting the gym in a few, just don’t mess with my stuff."

I pressed the first button on the controller—A—and felt a small jolt in the air. Jordan paused mid-sentence, blinking rapidly.

"Uh, what was I saying?" he muttered, confused. I couldn’t help but smirk as I watched his broad, muscular chest shift, subtly narrowing. His gym shorts, always barely clinging to his tree-trunk legs, now seemed looser. He looked down at himself in mild confusion but brushed it off with a shrug.

"You're saying you're going to the gym," I reminded him, holding back laughter.

"Right, yeah... gym," he said, but his voice had softened slightly. Another button press—B this time. His aggressive posture relaxed, and his towering frame seemed to shrink just a bit more. His shirt, which used to cling to his body like a second skin, now looked slightly baggy. His previously sharp jawline was rounding out, and the confident swagger he always carried had faded.

Jordan glanced at me, his short beard now a mere shadow on his softening face. "Do you think... I look different?" he asked, his voice quieter, almost shy.

"Oh, you look perfect," I said, pressing the Y button. His attitude shifted instantly. The cockiness that once radiated from him was gone, replaced by uncertainty. He ran a hand through his buzz-cut hair, which now seemed to grow slightly longer, falling over his forehead in soft waves. His shoulders, once broad and imposing, were becoming delicate.

"Wait, man, something's off..." Jordan said, his voice cracking as he spoke. His gym clothes were hanging off him now, and his once-athletic frame had become slight and lean, devoid of the bulk he’d worked so hard to maintain. His movements were less confident, more hesitant.

I pressed the X button, and his face flushed a deep red. "I-I don’t know what’s happening," he stammered, his former bravado completely gone. His once-muscular body was now slender, his shorts hanging loosely around his narrow hips. His eyes, wide and unsure, darted toward me. "What did you do?" he asked, his tone soft, almost pleading.

"Just making a few adjustments," I said, standing up and walking over to him. His hands trembled as he looked up at me, no longer the towering gym bro who used to dominate the flat with his presence. Now, he was a small, submissive figure, staring at me with a mixture of confusion and something else—obedience.

I tossed the controller onto the couch. "I think you’ll like this new version of you. Don’t you, Jordan?"

He hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly. "Y-Yeah... I guess so," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

"Good boy," I said with a grin, knowing full well there was no turning back now.

Jordan blinked slowly, as if trying to process the new reality that had settled over him. His lips parted, but no words came out. I could see the inner struggle in his eyes, like he was trying to hold on to some fragment of his old self, but the transformation was too strong.

"Jordan," I said, my voice firm, "you don't have to think anymore. You’ll do what I say, won’t you?"

His eyes fluttered. He hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Y-Yes," he murmured, his tone now soft and deferential.

I moved closer, standing just inches away. The shift in dynamic was palpable—he, the once-dominant gym bro, was now looking up at me with wide, obedient eyes. I could sense his new instincts kicking in, the need to follow, to please.

"Good," I said, running a finger down the side of his face. His skin felt smoother, softer now. He shivered at the touch but didn't pull away. His body was leaning into it, unconsciously seeking more. "And you know what else, Jordan? You’re gay now. You’re going to enjoy every second of it."

His eyes widened, confusion flashing across his face, but then something changed. His posture softened further, his breath coming out in shaky, unsure bursts. His lips trembled, and I could tell the thought was settling into his mind like a command.

"Gay?" he repeated, the word sounding foreign on his tongue.

"Yes. You want men now. You want me," I whispered in his ear. He shivered again, and I could see his resistance fading. Whatever remnants of his old identity were left were crumbling under the weight of this new reality.

Jordan swallowed hard, his gaze dropping to the floor. His breathing was faster now, and I could see the internal struggle, though it was barely there anymore. I pressed another button on the controller, sealing his new desires into place. His body relaxed completely, accepting the truth.

"I… I want you," he whispered, the words coming out as if they had always been there, just waiting to be spoken. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and submission, his old bravado utterly gone.

"Say it again," I ordered.

"I want you," he repeated, louder this time. His voice was soft but sure. His once-commanding presence was now reduced to a whisper of obedience, and I could see the hunger in his gaze—a new, undeniable part of him that would never go away.

"And you’ll do anything I say, won’t you?" I asked, watching him closely.

He nodded, more eagerly this time. "Yes, anything."

A satisfied smile spread across my face. "Good. From now on, you're mine, Jordan. No more gym bro attitude, no more trying to act tough. You’re going to be the obedient little twink I made you, and you're going to love every second of it."

Jordan’s eyes glazed over with a mixture of awe and desire. "Yes," he whispered, the word almost a prayer now. "I’ll do anything for you."

The transformation was complete. Jordan—once an obnoxious, straight, alpha male—was now soft, submissive, and undeniably mine.

Hayden Greene

[utahimeow]

SEX101 — kageyama tobio [lesson 3.]

summary — your virgin best friend asks you to teach him how to have sex.

pairing — kageyama x f!reader

warnings — nsfw content. minors dni. oral (m and f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, possessive reader, fluff

word count — 4.6k

author’s note — it only took three and a half months but the final part is finally here !! hope u enjoy <3

read part one here and part two here!

When Kageyama texts you that he's on his way to Ayumi's house for the night, you don't respond. In fact you have to throw your phone away from yourself so you don't text him something too spiteful.

What you don't know is that Kageyama is fighting the urge to cancel his date because the only person he wants to see right now is you. He's not sure when the initial spark of excitement about Ayumi faded away when it had only been two weeks since he had even met her, but all that's running through his mind is that it's still not too late and that he still has time to tell her that his brother got in a car accident (he doesn't have a brother).

But Kageyama’s too much of a pussy. ‘How bad could it be, anyway?’ he thinks. Who’s to say it won’t go super well, and he’ll want to see Ayumi again? The poor, unassuming Ayumi, whose face in Kageyama’s mind will undoubtedly be replaced by yours tonight. 

You probably should turn your phone off and watch some show or movie that’ll distract you from thinking about your best friend, but the more reckless part of your brain tells you to pick up your phone and scroll through your social media just in case of something. A text. A call. Whether it’s good or bad. Anything that will feed your restless mind.

Less than an hour after Kageyama’s initial text you get another from him. Manifestation indeed works.

hi. i’m on my way to yours

You frown as you type back to him, overflowing with questions in your thoughts. This can’t be a sign of anything good, but despite that there’s a selfish feeling of excitement looming over you.

okay

are u ok??

yes

Unfortunately the thumbs up emoji he sends is not enough to reassure you.

Kageyama shows up at your house twenty minutes later with an expression that gives no hint to his sudden arrival. There's a small pout on his lips, as is standard for the boy, but other than that, he stares at you blankly. 

"Tobio? What happened?" you ask, beckoning him inside. Ever the mystery, he's quiet as he follows behind you on the way up to your room, a little closer than you expect from him.

This time, he hardly hesitates when he lands on your bed next to you. In fact he sits so close to you that your legs touch, and he doesn't shrivel away at the contact.

"...Things went bad, didn't they?" you ask. Your hand settles on his muscular thigh in a test of waters. Kageyama's shoulders fall in a slow sigh.

"Ayumi told me to leave."

"Why?" you near-shout.

Kageyama swallows hard. He hesitates, eyes flicking up to yours before they drop back down to your hand where your fingers are drawing small shapes against him now.

After a long pause, he finally speaks. "I couldn't get hard."

Your hand stops. You sit up straighter, boring your eyes into his, searching for some sort of hint that he’s kidding. Your jaw drops as you search for something to say–you want to console him but no matter how hard you try you can’t seem to push away the overwhelming rage that stirs within you.

"Are you serious?" you ask, quietly. 

Kageyama nods, shoulders slumped. His irises are dull with shame. Your body starts to boil, and your jaw clenches. The sight of him lights a fire within you, a dark flame of regret that you even let her get the chance to have him. You're half tempted to ask for his phone so you can give the girl a piece of your mind.

You pull yourself out of your spiral though, fingers tenderly lifting Kageyama's head by his chin so that his eyes meet yours. You're almost scared you'll hurt him like this, fingertips just barely brushing over his soft skin.

"You better not be blaming yourself, you hear me?" you say, and despite the demanding nature of your words, you say them softly. "If she really liked you she wouldn’t have had a problem waiting for you."

He nods his head, still pensive, but his features slowly start to fill with a recognisable clarity.

And along with your rage, a sense of pride grows inside you too–it’s the last thing that you should be thinking about, but your kisses worked. Your touches worked. He got hard just from touching your boobs. He lasted as quickly as you wrapped your lips around him. Perhaps you should feel ashamed, the fact that you technically 'ruined' Kageyama's chances with his date. However his ever-intense gaze at you quashes any guilt before it can bloom into anything significant.

You swear there's relief in how he stares at you.

"What's on your mind?" you ask, but you doubt you'll get much of a response. Mostly it's your way of prying at him to show you rather than tell you.

Dark blue eyes flicker from your stare down to your mouth.

"I really want to kiss," he admits quietly, swallowing hard. 

It's so unexpected from him that even your heart leaps and your breath hitches and your head starts to spin a little. From the way his cheeks burn, you think that he didn’t expect it from himself either.

"Then kiss me, Tobio."

And he falls forward into you before your mind can even comprehend what's happening. The breath is knocked out of your lungs, both from the force that he smashes his mouth to yours with and the shock from the entire ordeal that leaves you reeling.

It takes a moment for you to come to your bearings enough to kiss him back. It's hardly enough to keep up with the fervent movement of his lips against yours though. His warm tongue prods at your bottom lip, reserved yet somehow he's simultaneously so demanding. He licks into your mouth like he's hungry, like he's desperate. 

Rough hands make their way to cup your face, drawing you impossibly closer against him. Him being so much larger than you means it takes him hardly any effort to push you gently backwards against the mattress. One hand plants itself beside your head to keep him hovering above your body, the other glued to your jaw while your mouths mingle in a mess of saliva.

Then he’s trailing along your curves with a feather-light touch, ghosting his fingers over your thighs, squeezing gently. Still he touches you with a sweet curiosity because he’s still learning everything about you, but his usual hesitation is replaced with a gentle confidence. It’s a big development from your first lesson (hookup) with him, where he looked as though he was going to pass out when you guided his hand to your body. 

You stuff your hands beneath his sweater so you can shove the article upwards and help him shrug it over his head. His lips land back on yours the moment he’s shirtless, and it can’t be unreasonable for you to mourn the fact that you can’t see his toned abdomen right now. But his kisses are so addicting that it makes your brain fuzzy and your disappointment is soon forgotten.

Right as Kageyama’s fingers dip beneath the elastic of your leggings, you grab his wrist abruptly. 

He looks so frightened that you can’t help but laugh in his face, but at least it assures him that he hadn’t done something wrong.

“Babe,” you start. And the word slips out, but it feels right and yours and Kageyama’s lack of acknowledgement of it indicates everything. “I still owe you from the other night.”

It’s your hand that makes its way south this time. You reach between both your bodies, slyly settling against his clothed crotch. To your lack of surprise, Kageyama is rock hard.

He swallows hard as his eyes grow distant and his gaze becomes concentrated. You’re familiar with this expression. He’s thinking hard. Contemplating. Weighing his options. It’s practically his default expression when he’s playing volleyball.

“Tobio,” you say, interrupting his thoughts. “Just let me take care of you, dummy.”

Your fingers squeeze at his cock through his jeans and in an instant he melts. He relaxes against you, lets you shove at his chest until he’s on his back and you’re between his legs and you’re practically licking your lips at the sight of his defined muscles all splayed out for you. 

Ever so teasing, you decide to bend forward, dropping your mouth to his neck instead of touching his cock again. And this time, you don’t hold yourself back from nipping softly at his flesh. The way his breathing stops as your teeth graze over his sensitive spots has you grinning, lips curling even wider once you pull away to admire your work. He looks gorgeous, marked up with faint lovebites, indicators of you on him.

Swiftly, you pull your own t-shirt over your head and toss it onto the floor and your leggings follow it not long after.

Your gaze is locked on him the entire time you fiddle with the button of his pants, before you move onto the zipper, before you’re pulling his jeans down his long legs and he’s so relieved that you’re done teasing him. Fingers crawling past the band of his boxers, you tug them off him hurriedly, growing just as impatient as Kageyama. 

The sight of his cock never disappoints. Everything about this boy is so pretty. The veins along his shaft match the ones on his arms and all you can think is how it was made for your mouth. 

One of your hands curls around his thickness, gives a few pumps, and then your tongue darts out to swirl around his tip. There’s a slight saltiness from the pre-cum that drools from his slit. Kageyama shudders instantly, forever in awe and doubtful that he’ll ever get used to the warm and wet sensation. 

Just to torture him a little, you tap his cock against your tongue a few times, an image so lewd that Kageyama can’t help but moan out loud. He’s in disbelief again, struggling to grasp how on earth he got this lucky. When your mouth finally envelops him, it takes everything in him to not thrust into you uncontrollably–he knows that even if you let him, he’d cum then and there. 

His fingers curl into the bedsheets below him, an attempt to control himself. Even if it’s futile, even if he knows he’ll be on the verge of losing his very last grip on reality with the way you move your mouth up and down him–he’s determined to hang on.

It’s why you go a little slower, take your time. It’s not a lesson anymore. It’s ‘payback’, technically, but that’s shoved to the back of your mind and replaced with an eagerness to make your sweet best friend see stars. You don’t take him all the way to the base just yet, focusing on his tip, getting him worked up. Well, more worked up than he already is. 

Every wet flick of your tongue against Kageyama’s tip is met with a hiss or a shuddered gasp. The hand you have wrapped around his thick base starts to pump up and down, ever so slowly, ever so lightly. Saliva slips out of the corners of your mouth as you suckle at his head. Your hand smears it all along the rest of his length, the slick noise it makes sparking a heat deep in your core. 

Your eyes flicker up to your best friend’s face with a flash of deviousness behind them as you slowly start to swallow the remainder of his length. Every bob of your head you bring your mouth lower, choking on his cock before you’re even halfway. 

Kageyama’s thighs tremble. Perfectly straight teeth clamp down on his bottom lip while his eyes roll into the back of his head. You have to remind yourself to keep going, to physically force yourself to not pause and stare because he looks like a god among men.

You still haven’t worked the entirety of his cock into your mouth when it twitches, and with a guttural moan as your only warning, he spills his load down your throat. Salty warmth fills your mouth before you swallow it down happily, but when you peer up at Kageyama, he’s got his face buried in his hands.

“Fuck. I did it again,” he groans. “I’m so sorry.”

“Tobi-”

He doesn’t give you a chance to reassure him, flipping you onto your back like you’re weightless before you even comprehend what’s happening. 

“Can I make it up to you?” His hand trails up your thigh, inching closer to your panties, making you shudder. He’s barely even had the time to recover from his orgasm, yet his eyes are eager, like a dog ready to play fetch. 

“Please,” you say, surprised by how breathless you are.

In an instant your underwear is torn down your legs, your dripping pussy exposed to him. Kageyama presses a light kiss to the inside of your thigh, moves to the other side and kisses it again, and again, and again, switching from leg to leg until he’s hovering above your heat. 

Finally, he’s diving into your cunt, sliding his tongue between your folds without an ounce of hesitation. He makes his home there, already familiar with it.

While his tongue glides over your clit, two of his fingers prod at your entrance, sliding in with ease from the way you’re soaked with arousal from your getting him off. All of his self-control evaporates. He doesn’t want to tease you, no. He wants to see you writhe. Your hand tangles into his hair like an instinct, clinging to his locks when a swipe of his tongue sends pinpricks of pleasure shooting through your veins.

“Mmh, Tobio,” you whine, tossing your head back. It makes his concentrated gaze shoot up to meet yours when you say it. His ocean eyes are almost black from how dilated they are, sparkling apologetically.

With his fingers knuckle-deep inside you, Kageyama reaches your spongy sensitive spot with no effort and has you moaning out swears every second. His fingertips reach it with every pump of his digits and along with his lips that wrap around your clit and suck, it’s no surprise that you feel him bringing you closer and closer to the edge with every passing second.

His fingers keep working your hole when he pulls his mouth away from you despite your harsh grip in his hair, and your curiosity is curbed when he lets a wad of spit dribble down to your clit. You’ll question him about where he learned that later, but right now your eyes are rolling back and your hands are grasping at the sheets beneath you when he then continues to swipe his tongue over your throbbing heat. You're shocked, really, that you haven't cum yet from the way this boy puts his soul into eating your pussy.

By now, each thrust of Kageyama’s fingers comes with an obscene squelch from the mixture of spit and slick that drips out of you.  That's when you notice it—his hips are moving back and forth against the mattress. Like he didn't just cum.

"Oh, fuck, Tobio," you start as your pussy pulses around his fingers. "I'm close, baby."

You don't need to say anymore. He's curling his fingers inside you, thrusting them in and out of you impossibly fast as his mouth slurps and sucks at your sensitive bud relentlessly.

Before long your vision turns white. Your back arches off the bed as your orgasm sinks into every one of your muscles, making you sob out high-pitched moans. Your legs quiver as Kageyama finger-fucks you through your climax, after which you sink into the bed, still gasping for air.

When you peer up at him as he rises to his knees, you’re met with the sight of his cock–standing straight up in all its intimidating glory.

“You’re hard again?” you ask, eyes wide as you gaze up at him.

Kageyama’s cheeks burn and he curls into himself a little. “Making you feel good makes me feel good,” he admits, shrugging.

You’re beaming up at him like a smitten fool, but how can anyone possibly blame you? 

It’s easy to assume that Kageyama is heartless. Most people do–from how standoffish and rude he is at times, many don’t bother to look past that. It pisses you off. 

They don’t know that he gives you his umbrella in torrential rain. That he gives you his lunch when you forget to bring yours. That he lets you hog the one blanket you’re sharing at a sleepover so that you’re not cold. That he cusses out the idiots who are making fun of you. Yeah, he’s mean, and awkward, and short-tempered… but he’s also sweet, and kind, and he cares. It’s his nature.

“Wanna try be on top this time?” you say, raking your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. He nods with certainty, leaning down to kiss you with a tenderness that makes you melt into the mattress. 

After he pulls away, he stares at you with a tiny smile, then reaches a hand in between your smushed-together bodies so he can guide his cock to your hole–it’s just begging to be filled, and how could he possibly deprive your sweet pussy of its needs?

This time, Kageyama knows to take it slow. He pushes the tip against your opening gently, cat-like eyes fixed on your face in search of the slightest hint of discomfort. He sinks into your warmth slowly, inch by inch, in spite of the stinging sensitivity in his cock from his previous climax. 

Once he’s fully sheathed inside of you and his pelvis is pressed against yours, a high-pitched whine leaves your throat, so sudden that Kageyama’s face drops and he thinks he’s hurt you. Then he sees your face, coiled up into pleasure and he relaxes again. He remembers how you rode him, the way you rocked your hips and took all of him with no issues–with a smile on your face and your eyelashes batting, and he realises he’s a fool for thinking you couldn’t handle him.

“Gonna move, yeah?” he breathes out, fixing the position of his hands where they’re next to your head.

“Yes, Tobio,” you say, whining again. Your voice like this makes his cock jump. It’s dangerous.

Kageyama pulls out until just his tip remains, then slams back inside you in a way that knocks the breath out of your lungs. Within seconds he finds his pace, hard and fast and earnest, and it sends you reeling, giving you no room to breathe.

The way his cock stretches out your walls is heavenly, like he’s reaching every last part of you. Meanwhile the feeling of you wrapped around him, warm and tight as you suck him in, makes Kageyama think he would give up the world for you. He’s truly and utterly addicted. It’s no wonder he’d spent the last few weeks falling asleep thinking of your mouth, your hands, your tits, your cunt. You’ve got him under a spell. He’d spend an eternity buried inside you if he could.

“Does it feel okay?” he asks, as if your parted mouth and your nonstop moans don’t give him his answer. But he craves communication. He wants to hear you say it–only then would he be satisfied.

For a second you forget that this is his first time actually fucking someone. You spared him from doing the work last time, so the way he rocks his hips against you makes you wonder just how much porn he’s been watching. He refuses to let you forget he’s an athlete with his strokes, so precise, nothing short of perfect. All he’s known his entire life is flawless, polished movements, and it shows.

“Feels so good, Tobio,” you reply, high-pitched and needy. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper. He feels it too, gives a low grunt when his cock sinks into you even further at a brand new angle that makes you both feel dizzy.

Your hands, locked at the back of Kageyama’s neck, pull his face towards you until his lips are on yours. He can’t help the way his hips slow just a little as your tongue shoves against his–it’s too much for him to handle. The way you kiss him with insatiable greed overwhelms his senses, making him wish he could melt into you. He’s so close to you, but still not close enough. 

After you pull away so you can breathe, Kageyama rests his forehead on yours, both of you sweaty and boiling hot. He’s able to pick up his pace again, this time ramming into you even harder when he peers into your blown-out eyes. They’re so dreamy as you stare back at him, glimmering with want and wonder. He has no idea how he went all those years without kissing you.

His head drops to your neck, leaving soft, wet kisses against it because he remembers you doing that to him. You clench around him instantly, giving a soft, breathy gasp as shivers run through your entire body. 

“Doing so- ah- so well, baby. Gonna cum soon,” you manage, but it’s half-moaned. Your nails rake down the toned expanse of his back, urging him on. Kageyama’s cock throbs at your praise and he shoots up, sitting back on his heels, ploughing through you with abandon, with no thoughts in his mind other than to make you climax. 

His dark eyes are aflame with an intimidating concentration and his jaw clenches. Blunt nails dig into your hips, pinching into your flesh so hard but you can’t even think about the bruises that will undoubtedly form. He uses his grip on you to drag you along his cock, abandoning all morals as he fucks into you so intensely that your eyes begin to brim with tears.

You jolt when his thumb lands on your swollen clit. He begins to twirl it in rapid circles and you’re squirming immediately, arching your back off the bed with obscene noises dripping from your mouth. He’s feeding the flame in your lower abdomen with every push and pull of his hips, every flick of his finger against your sensitive bud dragging you closer and closer to your edge.

It’s only a few more seconds before your orgasm comes hurtling towards you, crashing into you like a wave that makes your limbs go taut. Your mind is blank–all you know is the warm pleasure pulsing deep in your core, flowing all the way to the tips of your fingers and making you scream. 

It doesn’t help that Kageyama hasn’t slowed down. Even as your pussy spasms and clenches around him, he’s relentlessly pounding away, chasing his own climax now.

“Want you to cum for me, Tobio,” you pant, still recovering from your high.

“I-inside? Can I?”

“Mhm,” you say, nodding, giving him a sweet, fucked out smile. Your walls squeeze around him, squelching with every stroke as if it were begging to be filled up and he obeys, of course. 

Kageyama gives a resounding groan as he buries himself as deep as he possibly can inside you and pumps you full. His cock twitches with every spurt, abdomen muscles tensing and his hands grabbing at the flesh of your waist, hips, thighs. Small, shuddered gasps leave his swollen lips until he’s given all that he can give and his broad shoulders heave as he tries to catch his breath. 

And despite how he’s literally inside you and how you’re filled to the brim with his cum, it’s not enough. You’re tugging at his hands until he leans forward, puzzled as to what you’re up to until you bring his lips to yours. It’s sloppy and sweet–just the way you like it. 

You hum against his mouth, satisfied–although that’s an understatement. You’re in heaven. With your arms wrapped around Kageyama’s shoulders, you drag him down to the mattress next to you, grinning blissfully. Like instinct, his arms wrap around your waist and he pulls your body flush against his, both of you too content to be concerned about being covered in sweat. 

“You were so good, Tobio. So so good,” you tell him, pressing a kiss to his pec where you lay. “You’re getting so much better already. You’re a quick learner, you know.”

“I am?” he asks, ever so clueless. It’s adorable.

“Yes.” 

Silence fills the air as Kageyama ponders what you said. He knows he’s gotten better since the first time you helped him, obviously. But he also knows very well that he still has a lot to learn. And when he gazes down at you, your eyes fluttering shut from fatigue, he’s determined to be better for you. 

“Can I ask you a question?” he says in a small tone. 

You blink up at him, nodding with a gentle smile. “Ask me.”

“Are we… like… boyfriend and girlfriend? Or like- I don’t- how does-”

Your giggles cut off his rambling and that’s when he thinks he’s fucked up everything. His blood turns cold with dread. How stupid could he be?

“Do you want to be boyfriend and girlfriend?” is what you ask, with warmth blooming your chest. You bite back from smirking.

“Well- yeah, but only if you do,” he says. 

As if your nude body is not pressed against him, as if you’re not leaking his cum, which–yes, perhaps to some means little to nothing. But you touch each other with something other than lust. When whispers of his name turn to cries, it’s not only with need, but with adoration. Ever since your first time with him, it’s been so much more. 

“Obviously I do, dumbass,” you say, flicking his nipple. “When you told me you had a date I…” You pause. ‘Wanted her dead?’ No, that’s too much. “I was so jealous of her. And I had no idea why, because you were just supposed to be my best friend.”

“So, all my teammates were right? You remember how often they’d mistake you for my girlfriend?”

Your mouth drops, opening and closing repeatedly as your face burns. “Okay, but- that wasn’t- I didn’t know I had feelings for you then! Man, have I had feelings for you that long?”

You’re brought back to yours and Kageyama’s first year at Karasuno, when you cursed the building down during one of his matches against Seijoh–more specifically against Oikawa. And when you jumped into a teary-eyed Kageyama’s arms to comfort him after his team’s loss, eyebrows certainly raised (it was only when you got a boyfriend in second year that they believed that you weren’t dating Kageyama. Except you broke up with him three weeks later because you ‘lost feelings for him’ and now you realise it’s because he wasn’t Kageyama).

“God, we’re idiots,” you say, smacking your hand over your face. When you peer up at your boyfriend, you find him staring at the ceiling. 

“Hey, we should go to the aquarium tomorrow,” he says. 

You snort, expecting nothing less from him. “Don’t you have practice tomorrow?”

“Yeah, but I have a girlfriend now. She’s more important.” He’s grinning, all lopsided and cheesy.

You scoff at him, but really your tummy is fluttering and your heart is racing and you’re so warm with love. 

“Fine. We’ll go to the aquarium, but don’t make skipping practise a regular thing, you hear me?”

“We’ve been dating for five minutes and you’re already telling me what to do,” he teases.

“It’ll be no longer than five minutes if you don’t shut your mouth, Kageyama.”

tags — @tobiote @ushiwhacka