#did i make this too uhhhh tease-y or

[chokamo]

crossing paths

pairing : single dad!charles leclerc x fem!reader

summary : you moved to monaco, a place you never expected to call home. after an unexpected dm, you met charles, leaving you to wonder whether it was fate or coincidental.

a/n : this is part one of the “fateful encounters” series .

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if someone had told you that you’d end up in a long-term relationship with your neighbor, you would have laughed and brushed it off with a “that’s crazy!” or a “in what world that would happen?” but here you were, as it turns out you were wrong.

it was around the month of may. you had recently moved to monaco for a job opportunity, and, by some wild coincidence, the building you rented your place was the same building he lived in, and, little did you know, it’s the same man who’d soon be occupying more of your thoughts than you’d ever expect.

with the help of your best friend, you managed to moved all your belongings up into your new apartment. boxes after boxes piled up like a mountain, and you’d think after months of dedicating to “decluttering” you’d minimize the items you own, hoping that it would fix your life. but it didn’t and here you are sorting it all out.

“i cant believe you are finally here in monaco” she exclaimed, while folding the boxes down in the corner, with a large grin.

if you didn’t know better, you’d think she was the one moving, with how bright she’s smiling.

“right? it feels like a dream.” you replied, laughing.

“yeah, and as i was saying. as your friend who cares about you, you better hook up with some rich monaco dude here” she teased, pointing at you with faux seriousness, her eyes glistening with mischief.

you laughed, rolling your eyes. “oh please, don’t get me started with that, i just got here!”

“i’m serious!” she insisted, a playful smirk painted on her face. “monaco is full of hot guys - you’re bound to snatch one up. . . i mean, just look at you!” she exclaimed making a show towards yourself “you are a total catch, babe!”

“you say this with every country we’ve been to” you pointed out, chuckling at her antics.

she shrugged playfully “ well, have i ever been wrong about this?”

you nodded your head, “ yes and yes, but i’ll test your theory out” you said with a wink.

time passed, and the adrenaline rush quickly faded turning into a comforting silence.

after countless of kisses and gratitude of thank-yous for her helping hand, she turned to you with a shaky smile.

“don’t miss me too much, will you?” she teased.

you let out a shaky laugh “ i’ll try, you know how much i need you in times like this”

with one last hug, she rushed off to catch her flight back home, leaving you to settle alone.

you couldn’t lie - you were nervous. this was your first time being in a foreign country living by yourself which only made it harder to accept. despite all the months of planning and preparation, it still wasn’t enough to ease the knot in your stomach as you stood infront of the building taking it all in, you sighed and made your way back inside the lobby, wondering what this new chapter of life would bring.

unaware of the person infront, you had accidentally bumped into them, knocking the item they were holding as it tumbled to the ground making a light thud noise. you gasped, at the sound more concerned about potentially breaking the person’s item more than your own stupidity. quickly, you knelt down and moved to pick up the fallen item - what you now noticed was a phone and swiftly handing it back to its owner.

“im sorry, so sorry” you blurted out, your mind racing as panic seeps through your system. what a good first impression, you thought, note the sarcasm. it wasn’t until seconds later after - you realized you’d spoken english in monaco, where the people dominantly spoke french, and suddenly, feeling self conscious about it. but before you could back track, thankfully, the person spoke english as well with an accent you could assumed sounded local ;

“don’t worry about it” his tone sounding amused.

you lifted your gaze to take a look at the mysterious man, your eyes trailing and tracing over his features - his lips, his shining eyes, the tousled hair. he was undeniably attractive, you realized, a thought that would lingered longer than you might expected.

then, suddenly, something clicked. that undeniable beautiful eyes and his gorgeous face - you had seen him before. your breath hitched as recognition dawned on you.

it couldn’t be. . .

but there was no mistaking it now. the man standing right before you was none other than charles leclerc. the man who dmed you the other day, but didn’t have enough time to respond.

this wasn’t just a coincidence, or was it? your mind raced, trying to grasp the situation. the man in front of you or was it really fate - the universe bestowed upon you?

breaking your shameless staring, a sheepish smile tugged-on your lips, “i’m really sorry about this. it’s not the best way to start the morning with, is it?” you said with a small huffed.

he smiled, chuckling softly “it’s not something you experience every day - that’s for sure” he replied.

“though i wouldn’t mind getting interrupted by you” he added, his smile remaining on his beautiful face sending jolts down your body and leaving you feeling fuzzy. “in exchange for your time “ he continued, his accent making the word lulled like musical notes.

you blinked, your mind freezing at the brazen request “ you want me - uhh my time?” you echoed playfully after breaking from your shock, trying to match his boldness.

“you would be suprised” he said lowly, his voice dropping down to murmurs.

“i’m charles, i live here,” he continued, his voice smooth introducing himself .

“oh, really?” you said jokingly, already knowing who he was. “i live here too” you replied.

his eyebrow arched in a feign suprise “i’ve never seen you here before?” he remarked, seeping through his tone as he studied your face.

“ i just moved in. . . today” you explained.

“ah, i see,” charles said thoughtfully, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

you raised your eyebrows, genuinely surprised by his nonchalant tone “you already knew that? didn’t you?”

he grinned, “you caught me” raising his hand into a playful surrender pose “your best friend told me about you” he added with a mischievou glint in his eyes.

your eyes widen in shock, “my best friend?” you gasped.

“she’s a good help, credits to her for - “

“no wonder she was persistent about that earlier” you confessed, feeling betrayed by her slyness, a knowing smile crept to your face, recognizing how she was always on the lookout for a chance to play matchmaker. “i should have seen it coming.”

after a brief pause, he nodded, “it was nice meeting you y/n” his lips forming into a smile.

“it’s a pretty name” he complimented, his smile widened, showcasing his full lips.

you offered him a soft smile “thank you” .

“take care, then.” his words were simple but warm, and you returned the gesture with a quiet, “you too.” you whispered softly.

as you walked away, your thoughts drifted to charles. in a massive building surrounded with so many people - the probability of running into him is slim, you figured you would never see him again. and maybe, that wasn’t such a bad thing after all. a part of you was relieved by the thought.

but as much as you tried to convince yourself, there was a stubborn part of you that hope to cross paths with him - just once more.

but what you didn’t know was that charles hoped the same. how could he not? his aka “celebrity crush” or whatever, pierre, his best friend teased him with was you.

the moment he came across your page, he was hooked. he wanted to get to know you. but he had no way to communicate you - not until your move to monaco, it gave way as a perfect opportunity for him to meet you. even if it was just a friendly exchange, he wanted to seize the chance to get to know you better.

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a/n : tell me how u feel about this lol (my writing is mehhh and i re read this so many times i gave up even checking for any errors) and part two will come in october <3

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disclaimer: this is a work of fiction, the events and characters depicted are not based on real life, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

[breadbrobin]

friendship bracelets

leo valdez x reader — heroes of olympus

[gn!child of demeter reader]

summary: friendship bracelets are a love language in themselves. it’s a shame leo can’t wear the ones you make him.

warnings: little bit of swearing, possibly ooc leo, fluff, food and eating, leo forgets to eat sometimes.

word count: 1.2k

(so i wrote a leo fic too uhhhh. anyway. i love him and i have always loved him and i will always love him, so here’s a lil gift from me to you and uhhh yeah enjoy!)

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you’d given leo two bracelets. one was at the wilderness school. it was flimsy and made of red and yellow beads, held together by an elastic tie you’d smuggled into the school. the second was after your first quest. you’d managed to get some leather straps and made a braided leather bracelet for him.

he thought you’d made them for your other friends too, but he soon found out that he was the only one to get a matching leather bracelet with you.

“i don’t have enough for everyone,” was your excuse as you hid your rolls of leather threads and straps under your pillow. “i wish i could.”

that was good enough for him.

he soon realised, though, that he couldn’t wear them.

the risk of them burning was far too high, and after he nearly melted the beaded one when he got too excited one day, he decided to stop wearing them.

they held pride of place on his bedside table though. they were right beside his three-day-old water glass and the shrivelled pot plant you’d given him that you swore he’d be able to keep alive.

“it’s a cactus, leo! you can’t kill a cactus.”

he killed the cactus. or, at least, he mostly killed the cactus. you’d even named it jeremiah in the hopes that it would make him remember to water it, but he’d known a jeremiah once and hated his guts, so it hadn’t really helped much.

so leo valdez was a plant-killing, bracelet ignoring bastard. what was new?

oh, nothing. just the fact that he was madly in love with you.

maybe it was the bracelets, or your insistence that he would be able to keep a little cactus alive, or your uncontrollable laughter as he showed you the wilted plant, or maybe even the way you used your influence over plants to heal the little cactus and bring it back to life.

whatever it was, he was totally screwed. so screwed, in fact, that he took to staring at the two bracelets on his table every night before going to sleep, wishing he could wear them to see the look on your face.

leo worked hard. he always did. once he got into something, he didn’t stop until it was finished. sometimes, that meant ignoring his body’s need for food and water.

you marched into bunker 9 with a bag in hand. “leo valdez!”

he looked up from his workbench. “what did i do? whatever it was, it wasn’t me. i swear.”

“yeah, you didn’t do anything. like eat! i didn’t see you at breakfast or lunch!” you sat on his workbench beside him and placed the bag down in front of his busy hands. “it’s three o’clock now, so i bought you food.”

“i really have to—“

“eat? yes, you do.”

“no, but—“

“and drink water? that too. there’s a water bottle in there.”

“y/n—“

“leo, if you don’t eat your food i’ll break your hands so you can’t work anymore and then i’ll spoon feed you chicken soup every day until your hands are better.”

he looked up at you, offended. “i hate chicken soup.”

you smiled and leaned forward. “i know. so eat your fucking food.”

he raised his hands in defeat. “okay, fine.” he set his tools down and opened the bag with a teasing roll of his eyes. “if it pleases you so.”

“it does, indeed.”

as he ate, you walked around the bunker as you did every time, your hands behind your back like you were at an art gallery. to you, it was a gallery. bunker 9 was like the inside of leo’s mind: chaotic, messy, always moving and changing, and covered in memories of you. there were polaroid pictures that you’d given him pinned to a cork board. the whiteboard beside it read: ‘meet y/n for campfire’. there was even a note you’d scrawled to him in Ancient Greek a few weeks ago: ‘don’t forget to eat, dumbass.’ Apparently, he hadn’t listened to that one.

you walked back over just as he finished his food. he made to hand the back bag to you, but you stopped him. “you didn’t get everything.”

he frowned and opened the bag again, looking inside. “what are you— oh!”

he reached in and pulled out a leather bracelet. it was similar to the one you’d made him before, but tidier. you’d clearly gotten better at making them. “it’s beautiful, but, y/n, you know i can’t—“

“you can’t wear them because you’ll burn them. i know. put it on.” you smiled knowingly.

he put it on warily. it was nice, and his heart fluttered a little at the gesture, but he still couldn’t wear it out of fear.

“now burn it.”

his eyes widened and his eyebrows raised. “what?”

“burn it.”

“i’m not gonna—“

“do you trust me?”

“sometimes, like when you tell me to burn your hard work, i don’t, no.”

you stepped forward and tightened the bracelet on his wrist. “leo. burn it. or i will.”

he frowned up at you. “you’re very scary today.”

“thank you,” you smiled, stepping back. “just trust me.”

he sighed and shook his head, but lit his hand and lower arm on fire, watching forlornly as the bracelet melted to nothing—hold on. he extinguished the fire. the bracelet was still there. “how did you—?”

“talked to lou ellen. there’s a spell on that one. i had to get her to do it as i made it, but it won’t burn. it’s magic.” you smiled proudly, rocking back and forth on your heels.

he looked at you in shock and stood up. “you made a fire resistant bracelet for me?”

you shrugged. “of course, i did. and look!” you extended your wrist to him, showing a matching one. “i made a better one for me too!”

he looked from your wrist to your face with his signature impish grin. “thought you didn’t have enough to make anymore.”

you shrugged. “maybe i underestimated myself.”

“maybe you did.”

for a moment, you just smiled at each other, and he thought he could have kissed you right there and maybe (just maybe) from the look on your face you wouldn’t push him away, but then you slipped your hand into his and pulled him to another work bench. his hand was still warm, as always. “now, tell me what this is, because i have no idea.”

so, as he explained how one of his many projects worked and you hung onto his every word and held his hand tightly, he couldn’t help but feel a little warmer than usual.

and maybe, when you left that afternoon, leaving him to continue his work, pressing a kiss to his cheek like you always did, he could summon the courage to pull you back in for a kiss on your lips, like he’d always wanted. and maybe your friendship bracelets would turn into something more.

but, even if they didn’t, he knew he’d fall asleep that night without staring at his bedside table. he’d stare at his wrist instead. and he’d never take that bracelet off. ever. not even if the gods themselves required him to.

[spextr1m]

Growing up with Ben Tennyson (headcanons-Scenario)

⚠️ = Spoilers, jealousy, kidnapping, mutation (reader), Mpreg, swearing, Ben's hand is the Thing from Addams Family, heartbreak moments, childhood enemies to lovers (sorta of?), arachinchimp coded reader, fear of rejection, OOC Ben

A/N: Gender neutral reader

10-11 years old

- You first met him when Ben was framed

- It didn't go off well was because he was being brat which led you getting irritated

- You two are pretty much schoolmates in same school but you didn't know him well

"Bleh! I am not gonna hang out with other doofus!" Ben crosses his arms and makes a face only you get irritated

"Will you just SHUT up?" You immediately riled up and replied back.

- Even though you're quite an opposite of him, it didn't stop you from calling him out

- Only you realized that he's hiding something from you which is him being "Silly" (to cover up his fear)

- But if you get kidnapped by aliens or human like, it's time for Ben to confess that it should've be him not you (Remember Gwen got kidnapped and he went apeshit) shows that he does care for you.

- You two like Sumo Slammers which strengthen your bond with him.

- That's where he'll open up to you although slowly.

-When Ben unlocked Feedback and favoring that alien, you cant help but to feel replaced so you got heartbroken the way that he favors Feedback.

- Remember how he's secretly sorry for Kevin? Yeah you're conflicted whether you should feel bad for him or... No.

- But in return, you tease Gwen for simping over Kevin

- You and Gwen get along quite well

-You ended up crushing on Ben but you felt tad sad that he has a crush on Kai.

- Unfortunately before the event of AF-Omniverse, your parents have to move out of town and you bid farewell to Tennyson family.

15-16 years old

-You went back in Bellwood and you'd think that nothing change in here until.. It sorta did?

- Gwen is now mature while Ben... Well

-He's now showing maturitiy besides him being silly all the time

-You headed to Mr. Smoothie and being overwhelmed by its changes until you bumped into a green jacket

"Oh sorry, I didn't see you here" You apologize to that guy who's standing by

"Y/N?" Your eyes shot opened when you hear familiar voice and you looked at this person revealing to be Ben.

-You two at first, awkward since you two haven't talk for long time now until he broke the silence about how you're doing in other town

- Turns out you have a boyfriend (which he congratlute you but tingle of jealousy filled him), your parents are very much bus than the usual, and normal life too than him.

- You're also shocked when you realized that Ben was preggo (pregnant) was because of Big Chill being a seahorse

"Wait, you're a mother this whole time????" Your jaw drops when you see mini versions of Big Chill, now staring at Ben who's also disbelief

"Uhhhh yeah?" He's embarrassed that he gave birth to mini Big Chill while staring.

"Damn... No wonder why you ate a pickle" He's surprised you notice smallest details about him but secretly happy that you notice small details about him.

"The next thing was you supposed to be stringray alien but then you ended up becoming THAT thing!" Of course you didn't know about his new aliens' names to be honest with you, you get mixed up with Big Chill and Jetray was because they're both flying aliens well sometimes.

-Sometimes you made a joke that Kevin loves his car than Gwen

-Which Ben spit his smoothie, laughing his ass off.

"He's planning a wedding and his bride would've be a car-" You made a comment about Kevin's car only Ben spit his smoothie, laughing his ass off while his hand slapping your back.

"What? I'm being honest-" Which it also makes him laugh harder.

-You also freaked out that Ben's hand was sentient and crawling onto you which you immediately threw his hand at almost everything including him

"BENJI, YOUR FUCKING HAND IS CRAWLING AGAIN-" You freaked out as you began to grab Ben's hand which also makes Kevin laugh at you freaking out

"NOT FUNNY DUDE!" You added up right after you threw his hand at the wall, annoyed that Kevin continues to laugh.

-Unfortunately, your parents had to call you again to go back to other town which you bid bye to Ben again hoping you'll return someday.

-Bad luck tells you that, your boyfriend has broken up with you because two of you are now pursuing different school times and distant too.

-Ben got famous thanks to that kid who exposed his identity to the entire damn fucking world which you cannot help but to be worried about him and his family which adds his burdens as a teen.

-Luck is in your hands that your parents moved back to Bellwood

-You're also shocked to hear that Ben and Julie broke up (Writers fucked up their love life)

- So fame gets to his head that he becomes arrogant so bad that you called him out (he apologizes afterwards and wants to make it up for you)

- Unfortunately because of alien shenanigans, you ended up being... mutated into an alien. You immediately freaked out bout your new form and have many thoughts that Ben wouldn't like your ugliness and your parents rejecting you for being a mutant.

- Since you now see yourself as a "monster", you immediately distance yourself from Ben which he cannot help but to be worried about you.

- Like he ASKS Gwen what to do when your friend went missing and she replied that he'll find you.

- Okay now setting to Omniverse, still cocky teenager boi but he does concern for you

- Like if you have an ID mask, Ben will ask plumbers to track while worrying for you.

- It wasnt until a random ass villain and then you of course, you have basic knowledge about your newfound powers thanks to the id mask that makes you unrecognizable even though you easily forgetting your own face.

- *Inserts Ben fighting villain*

-You try to save Ben only the mask got knocked off immediately exposing your true form

-You freaked out when you see yourself again which you began to run away until Ben stops you from running away

"WAIT DONT GO Y/N!" He stops you from running away, fearful that he didn't like you AT all.

"Just go away, Ben." You shoo him away while distancing yourself away from him, his eyes are shot opened when he sees you in that mutant form

"Where have you've been? I haven't see you for time like this and... I've thought that I'd lose you." Ben shows his concern towards you for going missing, his eyes are filled with sad, care and worry..

But you take it as rejection, this self loathing intensifies that he didn't like you for being a mutant which you sadly looking down which also makes Ben begins to reassure you

"I don't really think you're hideous." Your eyes blinked, registering what he said, his footsteps getting near to you and his voice is now sincere.

"You.. Think so?" Your extra arms are crossing while your other arms are hanging, still saddened that you look like this.

"Of course! Do you really think I'll reject you because you're no longer human? I don't care what other people think of you so please... Y/N, let me help you." Ben offers his hand for you, at first you'd thought he's bluffing until you offer your hand which he pulled you into a hug.

You and Ben slowly blossomed into more than friends

-You continue to wear an ID mask but in the indoors, you showed up your mutated form and hang out with him but the outdoors, you still continue to wear ID Mask unless if its Undertown

- You two usually hang out in Undertown

-If Ben has bad day, don't worry you'll comfort him

- But if you have shitty day, Ben will also comfort you

- These feelings showed more

- Who kiss first?: Ben

- You slowly reverting your old personality

- He lets you mess his hair up

[tpwkwriter]

hellooo! i love ur writing, could u please do one where Y/n and harry talking about the nicknames they have for each other and why and harrys are really sweet and cute. (ideas of nicknames from harry to y/n: princess, sweetheart, baby, sweet girl, angel, beautiful, my girl, my love, darling, pretty girl etc.) and then liek harry starts tickling y/n and its all fluff tysm

My only Angel

Omggg tysmmmm🤍 and thank you for the request it’s absolutely adorable<3

Warnings: slight cussing, tooth rotting fluff, supperrr duperrr domestic.

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Through this relationship pet names were always there.

Even from the very beginning.

Even if they were upset, angry or frustrated there was always a ‘love’ or ‘baby’ in the mix.

“Why you so lovey today?” Y/n asked adjusting her arm so Harry can fit closer to her side.

“Y’complaining?” He lowly asked.

“Not at all, y’okay?”

“Mmmhmm, jus’ wanna love all over you” he whines.

“Such a sap sometimes” she says dropping her phone and snuggling in further to his warmth.

“Y’ cant blame me, Y’so lovely love”

“There not kidding when they say you love love” she laughed.

“Mmhmmm, I love loveee love you” he dragged craning his head slightly to press kisses to her cheek

“I love you too harry” she replied, melting under him.

“Heyyy” he frowned, lips leaving her cheeks.

“What?”

“Y’never say Harry” he falsely pouted.

“Oh, I love you too bubs” she giggled.

“God were sickly” she added.

“Mmm, but that’s why I love us” he hummed.

“Our pet names are weird” she thought, running her free hand through his disheveled curls.

“Noooo, there cute” he answered.

“Okay bug” she giggled emphasising the last word.

“I like that oneee, it’s cute” he defended.

“What’s y’favourite?” He asked, his eyes opening to watch the girl speak.

“Uhhhh” she sighed “where do I start”

“You call me Princess only really when y’drunk but I find it sorta cute, but you melt m’heart when you say ‘darling’ or ‘poppet’” she admitted, a slight heat rising to her cheeks.

“Is tha’ so?” She smirks, his arms tightening around the girl, loving the fact he has the effect.

“And when m’sad ‘angel’ can always make me feel better” she smiles.

“Can’t have m’angel being upset” he responded pressing a kiss to her nose.

“What’s yours then?” She said eyebrows raising.

“Well, obviously the traditional, ‘babe’ n ‘baby’ not really a pet name but I find ‘H’ sweet” he said as his ringed fingers go to her chin and guide her for a sweet peck.

“I love calling you bubs!” She said, a toothy grin evident.

“Y’too cute” he said pratically melting into her soft touches.

“Y’so clingy sometimes” she blushed, pressing a kiss to the boys forehead.

“Clingy?” He said head shooting up.

“Y’really asking for it huh?”

Without another word he moved into a straddling position above the girl, giving the girl 0 time to think, his fingers found her sides and he began mercilessly tickling the girl.

“Harry” she gasped, a line of giggles leaving her mouth.

“Omg!” She yelped.

“Tell me you love me n m’the best and I’ll stop” he smiled.

“N-no- n-never” she laughed, trying her best to flail him off, but to her Knowledge his time in the gym paid off.

“alright” he smirked as continued.

“Ok-okay, baby yo-you are th- the best boyfriend and I love you so much your the best” she managed to blurt in between fits of laughter and play screaming.

“Aww thank you poppet” he emphasises, leaning down and kissing her smiley lips.

“Now get off me y’lump” she said trying not to laugh, trying to wriggle out of his hold.

“Heyyyyyy”

“Where’s this attitude come from?”

“Because you tickled meee” she dragged adding a false pout to add to the effect.

“Ohhhh babyyyyyyy” he cooed, “c’mere” Harry rolled to the left side of the girl and opened his arms wide for the girl to hide herself in just like he did previously.

“Hate you” she huffed, snuggling into him.

“That’s why y’cuddling me then?” He teased, wrapping his arms fully around the girl.

“Shut up” she mumbled

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[imhidingfromschool]

Professor- Nanami

WC: 3,329

TW: uhhhh n/sfw? use of words like doll and good girl? idk, kinda public, prof/student relationship

AN: This was a request I did on my wattpad, it isn’t proof read 😋

His warm hand slides up my shirt, warming my icy skin. I can barely hold in a moan as he grinds against my throbbing heat. His gentle eyes stare at me with such love that I can't help but give myself to him.

"[Y/N]?? Hello are you with us [Y/N]?" Your teacher Nanami Kento calls out, snapping you from your not so innocent day dream.

Your face burns red, no way you just had some weird sex fantasy about your teacher...mid-class?! You stand up from your seat and grab your text book, preparing to read.

"No, no need to read [Y/N], you just seemed...distracted. I have a low tolerance for daydreamers." He says causing your blush to deepen. You immediately sit back down, hearing some of your classmates snicker.

When the bell finally rings you begin to pack up your bag. Of course with your shitty luck you spill your pencil case and end up staying later than your other classmates.

Finally when you get your stuff together you head towards the door. You can't even make eye contact with your teacher, the embarrassment is too much to bare.

"Wait [Y/N] come here for a moment please." You hear Mr. Nanami call out. You stop in your tracks and slowly turn around. You mentally prepared yourself for the scolding you were about to receive.

"Yes sir?" You ask, still avoiding eye contact with him.

"I was just wondering if everything's alright? You've seem to be spacing out more and more often in class. I'm just worried about you." He says while placing a gentle hand onto your shoulder.

Honestly you were shocked, Nanami Kento was famous for his harsh punishments. You once heard a rumor that he kicked a student out of his class for dropping a pencil!

You stare into his warm eyes, they're so different from his normal piercingly cold ones. Fuck, this man has no idea what he's doing to you. If it wasn't so taboo you would have already made a move. You're both adults so what does it matter?

No! That's only the horny talking, you know you can't hit on your teacher! You think to yourself, trying to snap yourself out of your lewd thoughts.

"Ah I'm sorry sir, recently my parents have been going through a divorce and things have just been weird. Especially with my father, we've never been especially close." You say to him, technically it wasn't a lie, you and your father had always had a...strained relationship to say the least.

"Okay, just let me know if you need anything." He says and you quickly thank him before scurrying out of the room.

Your friend is waiting for you outside with a smirk plastered across her face.

"So how was getting chewed out by the infamous Nanami Kento. I'm sure that crushed your little crush on him." She says with a wink that causes your blush to return.

You made the mistake of telling your friend about your crush on your Professor. She constantly teases you about it.

"Actually he was super sweet and understanding. He said that I could go to him if I needed anything." You say with a soft smile, thinking back on his warm touch.

Later that night when you finally get to your dorm your friend plops right down onto her bed and passes out.

You envied her carefree nature, she was naturally so smart. You sat down at your desk and opened your textbook to your assigned homework. You sighed, your one little not so innocent day dream set you back way farther than you thought.

You were already struggling but now it felt like everything was in a different language! Nothing was making sense and your grades were already slipping.

You tapped your head against your desk, you needed to start getting more serious. Grades would be sent home soon and your dad would not be okay with any of these.

Slowly you open your lap top and start your intense study session. You watch several youtube videos and read several articles. After all of that you still felt like you only understood a fraction of the lesson.

Unfortunately the sun had already begun to rise. Panic immediately sets in as you realize you went the whole night without sleeping.

The next few weeks are a blur of trying to improve your grades but miserably failing. You try to ask your roommate for help but she's terrible at explaining.

"Just do it! I don't get what you don't understand [Y/N], just go through these four steps!" She insists but it never gets through your thick skull.

Finally the day has arrived, the day you have been dreading for the last few weeks. The day that your grades get released to your parents.

You knew your mother wouldn't care, she was always so supportive. She knew you were doing your best and that was enough for her.

On the other hand your father was cruel, always has been and probably always will be. He would send you harsh messages, and scream at you for the slightest failures. If it wasn't first then it was last to him.

Shockingly enough it had been two days since grades had been released and nothing. No messages, missed calls, or even voicemails. Maybe he had missed it, either way you were relieved. Until it happened.

DING

Your phone lights up with a message from none other than your father. You stare down in horror, you know the worst is about to happen.

[Daughter],

I'm not just disgusted; I'm questioning how someone I raised could sink so low. You've not only let me down; you've shattered any pride I had in being your parent. It's shameful to be associated with the poor decisions you're making. Your recent behavior is beyond disappointing; it's utterly shameful. Your choices not only reflect a profound lack of character but also make me question the values I thought I had instilled in you. Frankly, associating with someone displaying such a flagrant disregard for decency is nothing short of humiliating.

Revulsion,

[Your Father]

You stare down at the message in shock, he didn't even bother to use your name. You quickly run into a nearby classroom, trying to hide the tears that have begun to well up in your eyes.

You collapse, leaning against the wall and falling to the floor. Tears begin to pour out of your eyes as you reread the message. After that paragraph he continued to send more harsh messages, messages that you couldn't even repeat out loud.

CLICK

Your eyes shoot up to the door to your left. You thought you had stumbled into an unused classroom but you realized a little too late that you're in your math professors room.

"[Y/N]?" You hear a familiar voice call out. Your eyes widen in horror, it's Mr. Nanami.

Quickly you scramble to your feet. You try to wipe away your tears but there's no hiding the red rim around your eyes and puffy face.

"Ah I'm sorry, I didn't realize this was your classroom Sir." You say with a quick bow, swiftly walking towards the door.

"Wait-" He says, grabbing your wrist gently and spinning you around. You fall forward into his chest from the quick movement.

Your face irrupts into flames from the close proximity and you slowly take a step back. His face is unreadable and the two of you just stand there in silence for a moment.

Finally he breaks the silence."Are you okay?" He says slowly reaching for your face, rubbing a stray tear away with his thumb. Your eyes widen in shock, the man in front of you who is known for being cruel is being so unbelievably gentle.

"Mr. Nanami-"

DING

That one noise was enough to send you reeling. It was like you lost all control of your body as the grief washed back over you. Your head falls against his chest and he quickly wraps his arms around you.

"[Y/N] what's going on? Talk to me please." He says while rubbing circles into your back. It takes you a second to catch your breath and realize who arms you're in.

"Omg I'm sniff so sorry Mr. sniff Nanami!" You speak out between sobs, trying to pull yourself together.

"Don't worry [Y/N] you're safe, let it out." He says, pulling you back into the safety of his arms. You sob into his arms while he gently caresses your hair, the size difference between you two being incredibly present.

"Good girl, just like that." The innocent words caused your face to engulf into flames, your tears beginning to slow.

Eventually your sob comes to a complete stop and you slowly step away, begrudgingly leaving the warmth of his arms.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Nanami it's just some family issues, I really shouldn't have reacted like this, I'm so sorry." You begin to apologize profusely, embarrassment kicking in.

"It's really no problem [Y/N], I'm here whenever you need." He says with the softest smile ever. Your heart nearly skips a beat before you scurry away.

Over the next couple of weeks you avoid Nanami like the plague. Quickly leaving class as soon as the bell rings. The embarrassment from your pathetic actions have truly stared to get to you.

Unfortunately today you couldn't rush out as fast as usual. You were taking a math exam when the bell rang, and you hadn't finished.

"Ah, sorry, Mr. Nanami I didn't finish." You say with an adorable pout.

"I'm staying after school today, if you'd like the come finish it later." He says, glancing up from his desk briefly to address you.

"That would be great, thank you Mr. Nanami!" You say with an enthusiastic smile, trying to ignore your pounding heart.

Finally the time has come, your last period has ended and it's time to head back to your math room.

Your heart is practically leaping out of your chest, just you and Nanami, alone together. Considering the fact that there's also a near by basketball game the school will be practically empty.

knock knock

"Hello Professor? It's me [Y/N], I'm here to finish my test." You say sheepishly, the door slowly opens and you're met with Nanami gazing down at you.

The two of you just stare at each other for a long moment before Nanami clears his throat, stepping aside. You thank him before heading inside and sitting at your usual desk.

He gives you your test back and the two of you sit in comfortable silence as you work through the unanswered questions.

"Shit" You huff under your breath. You couldn't remember the equation you had to use for this specific word problem.

The way it was worded was similar to another equation. You knew it wasn't that but you just couldn't for the life of you remember what it was.

"Hm?" Nanami hums out, standing over your shoulder, watching your struggle against mathematics. You startle slightly, you hadn't even heard him stand up.

"Use the Pendulum Formula." He whispers as if someone else was in the room, someone waiting to bust through the door and yell at him for giving away answers.

You look over your shoulder, making eye contact with him. He was so close you could practically feel his breath on your face.

The tension was so thick you could practically taste it. His eyes on your lips and yours on his, you knew it was wrong, but was it really that bad?

Within seconds his lips are attached on yours. Your arms fly up, desperately grabbing at his hair, pulling him impossibly closer.

You don't even notice as he picks you up off of your chair, seating you on his desk. Your to focused on him, and the taste of his sweet lips.

Neither of you could get enough, your legs wrapping around his waist, him grinding against your clothed pussy.

Begrudgingly the two of you pull apart, gasping for air. His head falls onto your shoulder, arms tightening around your figure, you were so small compared to him, practically caged between his arms.

"W..We should stop." He huffs out, but you knew that was the last thing he wanted, you could tell from the large bulge rubbing against your inner thighs. He wanted this just as badly, if not more than you did.

"I know, but I really don't want to." You say, tightening your grip on his hair and pulling him back into a sloppy kiss.

His hands roam your body, sliding his warm hands under your shirt, sending shivers down your spine.

His hands take little time making their way up to your breasts, pulling your bra down but not off. Leaving your breasts exposed to the cold air, your nipples immediately hardening.

You don't just sit there idly while he toys with you, you're making quick work of his belt. Quickly undoing it and unzipping his pants.

You slide your hand inside, against his clothed heat, still being protected by his underwear.

The two of you pull away from each other once more, though this time it's for the sole purpose of undressing. Immediately you reach for the hem of your shirt, yanking it up and over, leaving your perky nipples on complete display.

He groans at the sight, barely being able to focus on the small buttons that line his shirt. You take pity on the man and help him out.

Your breath nearly gets stuck in your throat as you watch him take off his shirt, teasingly slow. His chiseled body on complete display all for you.

Gently he clears his desk, gently pushing you down on the now cleared area. He hovers over you, so large you can't even tell that he's still standing.

He starts with your lips leaving feather light kisses down to your jaw, your throat, and your collarbone. When he gets to your breasts he pauses for a moment before kitten licking your right nipple.

Your legs squeeze around his waist at the feeling, letting out a moan that sounded more like a squeak. His right hand comes up, sliding across your thigh all the way up to your left nipple, making sure it's receiving the same attention.

It was heavenly, but it wasn't what you wanted, no needed what you needed was him, all of him.

"P-Please Nanami, I w-wanna feel you." You barely manage to squeak out, moaning in between syllables.

He unlatches from your chest with a pop before moving back up to kiss you. The kiss only momentarily distracted you from his quick fingers.

You felt your belt loosen and your pants unbutton and in what felt like a mere second you were just in your panties.

He pulls back to take a look at you, completely flushed with you bra unceremoniously pull down, your arm placed on your forehead and you pretty pink panties with a noticeable wet spot.

Fuck he could almost cum just from the sight of you. You watch his every move, desperate for him to touch you, anywhere at this point.

He wanted to take his time, he wanted to make love to you, show you that he really did care about you and this wasn't just some one night stand, but after seeing you so desperate for him he knew that'd have to wait for another day.

Swiftly he slides his underwear down, allowing his dick to spring free, practically slapping his stomach. The tip was flushed red, precum practically drowning out.

Carefully and slowly he aligns himself with your entrance, practically teasing you as he slides himself through your folds a few times, mixing both of your fluids together, creating plenty of slick.

You reach up, wrapping you arms around his neck, pulling him down into a passionate kiss as he slowly, painstakingly slowly enters you.

The two of you pant and mewl into the kiss, both completely blissed out from the feeling. Your warm velvety walls are sucking him in so nicely, you're so fucking tight he can barely handle it, and fuck he fills you up so nicely, the stretch feeling more pleasurable than you could've imagined.

The two of you take a moment to catch your breath before he begins to move, but it's not enough. He's going to slow, to sensual, what you need is for him to fuck you, have you seeing stars.

"M-More, fffffuckkk, Nanami harder please." You moan out, squeezing around him.

"F-Fuck, whatever you say Doll." He says and the nickname only causes your heart to flutter and your pussy to beg for more.

Oh and does he deliver. He grabs either side of your hips, holding you securely in place as he pounds into you. When he finds your prostate he practically abuses the squishy area.

He's groaning and huffing above you, trying his absolute hardest to hold out, to not cum on the spot from your warm walls.

As he feels his release approaching one of his hands snake down to rub at your throbbing flit. Your legs wrap around him, somehow even tighter as you let out a whiny moan, pleasure hitting you.

"F-Fuck, I'm almost there." He groans out and he can tell you are too, he can tell by the pulsations, your pussy practically sucking him in deeper.

Without any warning he pulls out and you whine, your hole grasping at nothing. The empty feeling making you whine out in disagreement.

He doesn't make you wait long though, plunging two fingers inside of you. Mercilessly fingering you and practically abusing your clit with his skilled younger.

He has you cumming in mere minutes, but the two of you aren't done yet, no he still hasn't cum. Without even letting you catch your breath after you intense orgasm he pulls your practically limp body off of his desk and onto the floor.

You sit down, staring at him with glazed eyes. Your mouth practically watering at the sight of his dick, it's practically crying for your help.

You spare little time, wrapping your soft delicate fingers around the base and gently licking the tip. He groans, "fuck please, don't tease me."

You smile at his politeness and decide to listen, taking him in your mouth. He's huge and you're practically choking but it's exhilarating. Your heart is racing and your pussy is dripping from excitement.

Your hollowing your cheeks, humming on his dick, swirling your tongue around the tip. You're giving this man the sloppiest fucking head ever and he's enjoying every minute.

Gently intertwining his fingers into your hair and practically fucking your throat with his cock. "Fuck just like that, who's my good girl? You're doing so good for me baby."

When he starts to twitch in the back of your throat you know he's close. That only encourages you to speed up, bobbing your head up and down, staring up at him through tears, not breaking eye contact for even a second.

That was the last straw, he felt something snap and he was gone, shooting warm streams of milky white cum down your throat. You're practically choking on his cock but that doesn't stop him from holding you in place.

"You can take it for me, I know you can, you take me so well princess." He groans out as you work him through his orgasm.

Finally he releases your hair and you slide him out of your throat with a pop. Quickly he leans down to pull you up and into a tight hug.

You return without hesitation, leaning your head on his chest, but he wasn't done. No this was just the beginning.

He gives you a moment to regain your composure before he's bending you over his desk, ass out and ready to be fucked.

[heartsoji]

treating his wounds

suna, kenma, and akaashi x reader (separate)

summary: you were not leaving his so-called "minor wound" untreated

warnings: post time skip

a/n: first fic ! yayyyy enjoy hehe

s. rintaro

GIF by chososleftboot

it was an ordinary tuesday like any other. the air in the apartment you and suna share is peaceful and quiet, save for the sound of your knife hitting a cutting board as you prepare dinner.

you hear the door creaking open.

"i'm back," suna says in a monotone voice.

"welcome back!" you happily greet him. "how was practice?"

"tiring. atsumu hit me with a chair." he says in the same voice , pointing to medium-sized scrape on his calf.

you gasp. "are you ok? how bad's the pain?" you ask, your voice laced with concern.

"i'm fine." he answers, beginning to head towards the couch.

"nuh uh. sit down on the couch. i'll be right back."

"where are you going?" he asks.

"gonna treat your scrape." you reply, heading to the closet.

"no no bunny, i'm fine." (I HC THAT HE CALLS U A RLY AFFECTIONATE NAME) "come back."

"nuh uh uhhhh. if you don't treat it, it might become infected." you walk over with a first aid kit and a cup of water. "sit down."

he sighs in defeat, (not that he put up much of a fight lol) plopping his bum down on the soft cushions. he slightly rotated his leg so that it'd be easier for you to treat it.

you begin to treat the scrape as gently as possible, gently cleaning and pressing. (to stop the bleeding.)

after rinsing with water, you apply some alcohol to a pad and then to his scrape.

"ow. ow. ow. it stings." he says slowly, his voice as deadpan as ever.

"did i ask?" you tease.

"you just asked."

"huh?"

"you just asked if you asked, therefore you asked." he answers, his face showing no sign of a soul living in there.

"i- what? never mind." you continue to treat the scrape, ignoring his past complaint.

suna looks down at you as you gingerly treat his scrape. thinking about how much you care about him and how careful you are not to be too rough reminds him of just how much he loves you. he truly is lucky. as he gazes down at your concentrated, sweet face, he can't help a small smile from forming.

"..and done!" you smile, giving the bandage a little pat and a kiss.

"thanks bunny," he says, dropping a small peck on your forehead.

"of course!" you answer. "why'd atsumu hit you with a chair, though?"

"osamu came to drop off some onigiris. atsumu told him to get out. osamu took onigiris with him. the two started fighting. i started taking pictures. i got too close. i got hit by a chair when atsumu wound up for a hard hit. it scraped me. the end." suna answered, his voice as deadpan as ever.

"oh love that for you." you answer. "come on, now help me out with dinner."

"you want my help?" suna questions, a little bit shocked.

"right. the incident." you decide to make dinner by yourself.

k. kenma

GIF by ash-is-poly

"ken, you almost done streaming?" you question, poking your head into his gaming room.

"almost." he answers, his slender fingers rapidly clicking on his keyboard.

is that y/n?

Y/NNNNN

hi y/n! how r u ?

"chat says hi." kenma tells you.

you walk up to him and look at what the chat was saying.

"hehe hi!" you give a little wave.

you glance over at your boyfriend to see a small bruise on his forehead forming.

you gasp. "what happened to your forehead?" you question, obviously very concerned.

"nothing. don't worry about it."

HAHAHAHA

HE BANGED IT ON THE TABLE

HE RAGED AND BRUISED IT

LMAOOO

HE COULDNT CLEAR LEVEL 69

RIP

"ken." you say, towering over him with your hands on your hips. (he was sitting.)

he gulps. "what?"

"how many times do i need to remind you that you come to me for these types of things?? how much does it hurt?" you nag.

"i didn't get you because it wasn't worth your concern." he replies, his eyes still glued to the screen.

"but it is! you have a bruise on your FACE! that's not a big deal?"

"it's not." he answers, his voice monotone.

you sigh. "be right back."

2 minutes later, you return with a glass of orange juice, an ice pack, and an elastic bandage to keep the ice pack secure.

"i told you that i was fine." kenma mumbles.

"nope!" you stick your tongue out. "besides, i can use this as an excuse to stare at your cute little face."

kenma's face turned pink, and his chat went wild.

ooo feeling flirty, y/n?

WAIT THATS ACTUALLY RLY SWEET THO

HIS REACTION IS SO CUTE I CANT

screenshotting that and putting it as my lock screen

kenma just turned three colors in the span of three seconds lmao

you grin at the comments and carefully begin securing the ice pack to his forehead, checking with him if it was too tight along the way. you secured the ice pack and also put a little bow on the back of his head, just for fun.

"thanks, y/n." he says, his face still slightly flushed. (i hc this man blushes easily and it lasts forever FIGHT ME on this)

"you're welcome." you smile.

you stay for the rest of his stream on his lap, and the two of you were a trending topic on twitter for the next day.

a. keiji

GIF by katsukes

"i'll get started on dinner, love." akaashi says as he stands up.

"i'll help!" you say, jumping up from your position on the couch.

he smiles. "thanks, love."

the two of you both enjoy cooking, so making dinner is a fun little activity the two of you do together. (technically you're supposed to alternate who makes dinner, but the two of you always do it together lmao) you always have fun figuring out what to make and then making it. it's almost like a fun little game (you two dorks lol)

you put on a pot of olive oil to boil (for olive oil poaching bc ugs like trying different things) and you both start on the prep work. you begin to filet the fish, and keiji gets to work on cutting the vegetables. the two of you prep the food and chat simultaneously.

part way through, you hear him sharply inhale. you look across the counter to see that he cut himself while julienning the carrots.

you gasp. "oh no! does it hurt a lot? how deep is the cut?" you ask, running to take a closer look.

he grabs a paper towel and soaks up the blood on his finger. "i'm fine, let's get back to work." he says, not wanting to ruin the fun.

"no. you should treat it." you insist.

and with that, you walked away to go get the supplies to do so.

you quickly came back with a small tube of antibacterial ointment. some gauze, and a small bandaid.

"love, i told you that i'm fi-"

you cut him off by yanking him by the arm to the sink to wash the cut.

"you can't leave it untreated. that's not good, keiji."

after you finished cleaning it, you pressed some gauze to his finger to stop the bleeding.

"love, i can do it my-"

"no."

"seriously, it's fi-"

"no."

"love-"

"keiji, you're always so good to me. so i want to be good to you too, ok? i love you so so much and i don't like seeing you in pain."

he sighed in defeat. you were just too cute, and he could never resist you for long.

"ok. thanks, love." he said, pressing a couple gentle kisses to your cheek.

you blushed slightly. "no problem."

you took off the gauze and gently dabbed a bit of the ointment onto the cut before wrapping a bandaid around it.

"alright, i'll finish dinner. go ahead and sit down." you said as you resumed filleting the fish.

"are you sure? i don't-" he began to protest.

"i don't want any bacteria in the cut. just sit down and we'll talk." you insisted.

he gave in to you two times today, and those certainly wouldn't be the last time that he did. something about you made him weak at the knees, and he has never and probably will never be able to resist your charm.

[ackermancurse]

Prompt List

Tell me the truth or I will walk out that door and I won’t come back.”

“Y-you love me?”

“Maybe we could go on a date or something.”

“I waited for you for hours!”

“You just took my breath away.”

“I wish I could stay here all day.”

“Keep singing please I love your voice.”

“I bought you a bottle of my cologne/perfume so whenever you miss me you can just spray it on something and it’ll be like I’m there.”

“I like your name but my last name would sound so much better with it.”

“So you’re telling me that this was all apart of your big plan?”

“How about I kiss you here and here and…”

“Lucky for you I make a mean fettuccine alfredo.”

“The plane just left… it’s too late.”

“Stop sending me mixed signals!!”

“Even when we were kids I always kicked your ass!”

“I love your smile and how I can make you smile.”

“You’re such a dork.”

“Is that my sweater?”

“Damn you look sexy.”

“If you actually cared how I felt then you would show me.”

“Do we have a deal?”

“If you can look me in the eyes and tell me that you feel nothing between us then I’ll stop and leave this alone.”

“Just leave me alone.”

“They make it look so much easier in the movies.”

“Give me a reason to not turn around and leave.”

“Are you jealous?”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

“Can’t you see that I’m in love with you?”

“Hey I need you to be my fake boyfriend/girlfriend for a family dinner tonight!”

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Just wondering but uhhh what are we?”

“Don’t do that again I was worried out of my mind.”

“You can’t just scare people when they’re walking alone in an alley oh my gosh!”

“What’s the surprise?” “Well if I told you it wouldn’t be a surprise now would it?”

“Forgive me please I don’t know if I can handle you being upset with me.”

“Join me in the shower?”

“You owe me a kiss.”

“Would you just hold still please?”

“I’m not even gonna lie I love this.”

“Let’s go skydiving!”

“You’re drunk.”

“We’ll make the distance work I promise.”

“Stop being a tease!”

“I uhhhh locked the keys in my car.”

“Do you want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you?”

“One day we’ll get married and have kids of our own.”

“We’re stuck in the middle of nowhere.”

“I’m a helpless romantic.”

“Why are we whispering?!!”

“I can’t believe I get to wake up to you every morning.”

“That’s my favorite bra.”

“You’re not alone, I will always be here for you.”

“Did we seriously just match?? Are we a couple that matches clothes now?”

“Happy Anniversary.”

“You’ll eventually fall in love with me, mark my words.”

“You gave me a hickey??!!!?”

“Stop doing that.” “Doing what?” “You know that thing where you look at me and give me butterflies.”“Did I just turn you on?”

“C’mon dance with me.”

“You know how in the movies when everything goes in slow motion before the kiss? That’s how I feel everytime I’m about to kiss you.”

“What’s wrong love?”

“Okay hear me out... What if we have sex?”

“Can you play with my hair please?”

“I need a massage and a glass of wine right about now.”

“Try me.”

“Are we back in middle school?? Just tell me already!”

“It’s simple, you help me with my homework and I’ll give you kissing lessons.”

“Is that… lingerie?”

“That was my best pickup line!”

“Hey calm down I’m here, I got you, slow your breathing.”

“Let’s just forget that never happened.”

“Nice of you to drop in.”

“I’m so unbelievably stressed and I can’t handle it anymore.”

“Don’t leave me please.”

“Do you have a daddy kink?”

“Looks like that study session went well.”

“I’ll always be your biggest fan.”

“Wow I didn’t think I could fall even more in love with you.”

“Me sarcastic?? Never.”

“Is that a cut on your forehead??”

“I can easily go without sex for a month.”

“S/He’s my best friend, nothing has changed.” “Well I can tell the feelings you have for them have.”

“C-can I hold your hand?”

“This song always reminds me of you.”

“If only I could kiss you right now.”

“I have to make this right.”

“You’re a little sunburnt.”

“What if I told you I felt the same way?”

“Just kiss me already.”

“Focus on me alright? Just keep your eyes on me.”

“The smell of coconuts and vanilla reminders me of you.”

“Let’s just say I’m the best girlfriend/boyfriend ever.”

“I cannot wait until we get on that roller coaster!” “We???! So all of a sudden you speak french now?! I am not going on that!”

“We’re meant to be together and you’re too scared to admit it.”

“Never have I ever been in love with best friend.”

“Guess I have a way with words.”

“It’ll be like we’re Bonnie and Clyde!” “You do know they die in the end right?!” “Can’t you ever just let the analogy work for once?!!”

“Are you flirting with me?”

“Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy/girl I just confessed my love to.”

“Why haven’t you kissed me yet?”

“You’re such a brat!”

[jellypopjoo]

tied up. (suh kyungmin 서경민)

synopsis : your friend kyungmin who’s struggling with his recent college assignment, pleads for your assistance. so you help him with it, as well as with tying up his hair.

genre : fluff, friends with crushes

warnings : death jokes, uhhhh idk there’s a lotta fake bickering between you two ig??

wc : 1.3k

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this phone call had lasted way longer than you had intended, but that seemed to be a common theme when it came to your good friend kyungmin. he was never one to talk too much, except for when it came to you. he could talk for hours, even on autopilot.

“kyungmin, I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t die any time soon,” today’s topic… was a hectic one.

“y/n, y/n I’m terribly sorry but to be fair it’s this assignment’s fault,” kyungmin was losing his mind! but what else was new?

“I’m sure it’s not that bad,” defusing your friend was never your strong suit, with his bold and stubborn personality and all.

“not that bad…” oh, here it comes. “why don’t you try taking econ then, see how you like it!”

“absolutely not,” you shut him down quickly.

“okay then! so the least you can do is try to ease my pain,” and here comes the part where he throws in a request from you.

“good god, why did I befriend you?” you kid, a common theme between the two of you.

“to be honest y/n, I don’t wanna hear it,” you smile on the other end, because truth be told you did love his little attitude.

“yeah yeah, where are you at so I can make sure you don’t die early?” and you also did love him, so of course you’d give in to his requests.

“our usual spot of course,” ah yes, the campus quad, under the tree you both agreed looked like a bizarre version of the pokémon mew. “withering away… can’t hold out much longer…”

“you’re so dramatic, I’ll be there in a bit,” you smile to yourself once more.

“bring… snacks…” and then you roll your eyes at yet again another request.

“we’ll see. bye.”

-

finally managing to make it to the quad after about five minutes (which according to kyungmin time was an eternity), you finally spot your friend at the very spot he stated he was. he sat crisscrossed with his chin rested on one of his hands, textbooks sprawled on the grass. you speed walk towards him, careful not to make too much noise.

“hi, kyungmin,” you greet him, snaking your arms around his shoulders to hug him from behind. you feel a small jolt from his long frame, before he instantly relaxes upon realizing it’s you.

“y/n, what a relief,” he sighs while leaning his back into you, soon shifting to turn around and wrap his arms around your torso.

“I see you’re that excited to see me,” you say, taken aback by his embrace but still having your arms around him nonetheless.

“thrilled actually,” his voice is muffled as he speaks into your chest. “so if you don’t mind, I’m gonna stay like this for a bit.”

“if you insist,” you respond, and for a bit he does because it’s probably a solid minute before kyungmin finally lets you go.

“okay, okay. I’ve recovered,” he plants a small smile, eyes half open due to his drowsiness.

“so I’m the antidote to your studying sickness?” you tease as you always do.

“I thought that was obvious,” he says with a pout, enlarging his eyes.

“you’re ridiculous,” you laugh, because truly he is.

“ridiculous this, ridiculous that,”he rolls his eyes. “what’s really ridiculous is this godforsaken deadline.”

“okay, poor sap,” you smack a hand into his shoulder, then sliding yourself to sit opposite of kyungmin and his mess of textbooks. “just show me what you’re dealing with and I’ll try my hardest.”

“my hero!”

-

“I see you’re in your zone, kyungmin,” you’ve been observing your friend for the last few minutes as he’s been scribbling left and right, never looking up.

“huh?” he darts up to you the minute he hears your voice, the first he’s heard of it since a while. “oh, guess so.”

“question,” you probe him.

“hm?” he asks, tilting his head the slightest bit.

“have you ever considered cutting your hair?” you tread cautiously, because you don’t actually know what thoughts your friend has for his hair.

“hmmmm…” he looks away in thought, deeply considering your question.

“not that you need to!” you backtrack instantly, afraid you’d give him the wrong idea. “I like the length, but does it ever bother you like, especially because it’s warmer out now?”

“hm, a little I guess,” he admits, tugging at the ends of his shoulder length hair. “and I try to tie it up every now and then, but to be honest…”

“what?” you’re intrigued by his next words, him dragging them out.

“I don’t really…” he still hesitates, before he’s finally admitting it. “know how to use a hair tie.”

“you grew your hair and you don’t know how to work a teeny elastic…” you can’t believe what you’re hearing.

“I don’t need you shaming me!” he’s locks down into defense mode quickly.

“alright, alright,” you backpedal, deciding not to tease him today. “but at least let me help you.”

“yay,” he says straight faced. perhaps admitting he’s bad at something aside from his econ class brings him shame.

“give me the hair tie,” you demand, hand outstretched doing grabby motions.

“it’s on my arm,” he says, extending his right arm out to you. somehow, you didn’t even notice he had something attached to it.

“okay. one day I’ll probably use hyunwoo or yejun’s head as an example to actually show you how to use it, but for now I’ll just do it for you,” you say, dragging your friends into it as you remove the tie from his arm.

“y/n… you’re my lifesaver. what would I do without you?” he says with a pouty expression, you swear you see his eyes start to glaze over.

“I thought we’d already established you’d be dead,” you reply, dragging yourself to be positioned directly behind him.

“we did, didn’t we?” he nods.

“dork,” you can’t help but chuckle a little. but back to the task at hand. “do you want it in like, a low pony or half up?”

“I think half up is fine,” he answers surely.

“your wish is my command,” you rub your hands together, as if you’re a mosquito.

“okay, genie,” now he’s the one laughing.

you start grabbing pieces of kyungmin’s hair, smoothing out the top and making sure you’ve grabbed enough before you finally tie it all together with the band.

“alright done, now let’s see…” you shift back to where you were before right in front of him now, examining your hard work.

“is it fine?” he asks, eager to see the result of your hard work.

“ah, hold still,” you grab the right side of his face, tilting it so it’s angled more downwards. “I grabbed too much of your bangs…”

“oh,” kyungmin’s breathing stops as you pull away at his bangs, grabbing the few you accidentally tied up.

“okay!” you let go of his face and examine your work once more. “perfect as always, suh kyungmin.”

“ah… thank you,” he says, feeling the tiny pony tail you tied up. he attempts to hide the blush he didn’t even realize was growing on his face.

“of course!” you examine him fully, looking at every detail of his hair and face. but clearly more his features, and not the obvious cherry he turned into. “it suits you too, your bangs frame your face so nicely but you can hardly tell when your hair’s just down.”

“maybe I really do need to learn how to use a hair tie then,” he says in a chuckle, looking away from you now.

“you definitely do,” you laugh back.

“now uh…” he starts, but it seems he’s hesitating as he looks back up to you. “before we continue my suffering I mean studying, I have a question.”

“shoot,” you respond eagerly.

“…did you bring the snacks?”

[tainted-by-skeletons]

Reader X Sans X Grillby (Part 2)

“Well… mmn. I'm sure Sans won't mind if you stay.” Grillby said.

“Woooah. Grillby. Let's not get too crazy.”

Suddenly, I was curious about something.

“You don't want him drinking but you'll agree to be alone with Grillby drunk? Are you guys secretly fucking?” I asked.

Sans’ face went pure blue. He hid behind the table.

“I don't think we went that far. But I definitely wouldn't mind~"

“Hahaha what the hell? What happened? Is that why Sans has been weird all night?”

“My sweet boy~ Are you ashamed of me?” Grillby teased as he looked over the bar.

“Come on sweet boy.” I joked. “Answer the man.”

“Yes. I am.”

“Well we better fix that! More alcohol for everyone.” I said.

I was intending on scaring Sans off so I could have Grillby to myself. But apparently I underestimated Sans' protective nature.

“No way. Nobody is getting any more alcohol. Come on Y/N. Enough fucking around. Let's get Grillby in his house.”

“Stop talking about me like I can't hear you.” Grillby grumbled.

“I know you can hear us. I just don't care. Come on.”

Grillby looked over to me.

“Y/N. Sans is such a party killer. Right?” He said.

“Couldn't have said it better myself.”

“I know Sans. I've known him for years. He just needs a good time. Don't you think?”

“Heheheh. As long as you don't leave me out of it.”

“Oh. Yeah? Giving me a taste of my own medicine now?” Sans sneered.

“Oh~ I'd never leave a cute little boy like you out.”

“Uhhhh. Eheh. I uh. I'm not sure about calling me little boy. I'm a man you know?” I said.

“Okay! I think I've had enough. Drink yourself to death if you want to Grillby. Come on Y/N.”

“What? The hell makes you think I'm leaving? You go.”

“Not a chance.”

Sans has a serious look on his face.

He's not… jealous. Is he?

Before we realized, Grillby had snuck around the counter and grabbed me by the waist. He towered over me by at least a head and a half. 

“Uh!”

“Grillby! Fuck off!”

Now Sans seemed pissed. But by his glare I couldn't tell who he was mad at.

“You're not gonna leave me alone with this maaan~ Right Sans?”

“Hell no!”

“Ohoho?”

“Uh!” Sans had apparently spoken without realizing. His protectiveness and jealousy was now on full display. Grillby backed away from me and went up to Sans instead.

“You only have one option, Sans. Stay with us and have fun for once. I miss you. Why do you think I did so many shots while your back was turned?”

“What?! You did that just to get my attention?!”

“You won't give it to me otherwise. I like to be doted on too some days.”

“Ah! I'm not-”

“If you'd rather leave I'll let Y/N stay with me and make sure I'm safe. You'll be careful with me. Won't you Y/N?”

“No promises~”

“Rrrr. That's it. You're not holding me hostage here. I'm not gonna be tricked into doing something gross with you. Especially not both of you.”

“Jeez Sans. What a way to put a guy down.” I said.

“W-what the hell?! You'd actually do that?!”

“I was considering it. I'm a little too sober for it right now but in a few more drinks I think it'll sound like a great idea.”

It was a little cruel to say, but I was feeling very honest at that level of drunkenness.

“Fuck you.”

“That's what we're hoping for~”

I was oblivious to Sans' rage, but thankfully Grillby wasn't. I probably would have died if Grillby didn't walk in between Sans and I, kneel down and hug Sans around the chest.

“Don't be mad sweet boy. Please let me have fun. Just tonight. Please? I'm begging you.” He said in a sweet whispery voice.

“U-uuh! I-I…”

“I'm an adult Sans. I'd do it anyway if I wanted to. Don't pretend that you have to protect me.”

Sans sighed and turned his head away from Grillby.

“Fine. Just don't go too crazy if I'm gonna stay. Alright?”

“Yes!” I cheered.

“That means you too!”

“Haha alright alright. We’ll go easy on you.”

Grillby and I shared a look. A look that meant we were lying.

“I think we can start off with some special drinks. Right Grillby?” I said.

“Woah hey. I thought you said-” Sans started.

“We mean drinks that taste good. Not shots.” Grillby clarified 

“Oh okay. That sounds good actually.”

Grillby went behind the bar again and started mixing three drinks. I caught Sans nervously looking around the empty restaurant. 

“Hey. Seriously man. Why are you all uptight and nervous? Is there something going on I don't know about?” I asked.

“Uptight? Now that's just mean.”

“It's not like you to be such a wet blanket.”

“Haha. I hope not… uggggh. You really want me to tell ya?”

I smiled.

“Alright. So a couple years ago I fell asleep at the bar here and Grillby got bored and started drinking. I woke up to him… uh…”

Sans turned his face away from me. He was probably blushing.

“K-kissing my head. Heh. Uhhh so I woke up and asked him what he was doing and he started uhh ya know. Just. Acting weird.”

“Yeah? Did you guys have sex?”

“Ahhh. Not really. We got to his room but he fell asleep before I did. And ya know. I kinda have the feeling he wasn't wanting to.”

“Really? He's been really flirty. I would have thought otherwise.”

“I dunno. He's different today.”

“Why are you two talking about me like I'm not here?” Grillby interrupted.

[afniel]

Nevi Infodumps Upon Request: MMX2

Because god damn let's just make this its own thing and stop doing it on some other poor bastard's post, what did they to do deserve me happening to them.

Also I have to make a correction! There is no Z-Saber in X1, I just remembered that goofy. Zero doesn't give you shit if you upgraded your arm parts, he just dies. It doesn't even exist until X2. I have no idea why I thought that considering I played it recently enough but despite appearances I'm not known for my great recall of chronological order shit.

THIS IS GONNA BE A LONG POST AND I HAVE REMEMBERED THAT "MANNERS" EXIST SINCE YESTERDAY SO. I am using a cut. And lowering my voice. This too is "manners."

@longshotlink I have done the thing! It does not stop from happening.

OKAY SO TO RECAP.

Mega Man X1: *slaps X* this bad boy can hold so much survivor's guilt and self-loathing.

There, that's it, that's the recap you get.

My second favorite game in the series is X2 and you're about to find out that I like them in the order they came out in, so this is going to look chronological. It is not! Not really. This is a coincidence.

Six months after X got PTSD real bad from everyone he knows dying/being killed by him (except technically Dr. Cain I GUESS, I forgot he existed for a moment there) he's still tracking down Sigma's followers and presumably shooting the hell out them. He goes to an abandoned reploid factory with the Maverick Hunters, where Green Biker Dude dies after a glorious ten seconds of doing nothing but popping a sick wheelie on a Ride Chaser and getting shot to fuck.

Rip to a real one, I guess. Pour one out for Green Biker Dude while we're here.

(Because we source our art here, this is by Springqueen on DeviantART.)

X tears through the factory and kills a huge-ass mechaniloid—wait, you say, the hell is a mechaniloid, we got reploids but that hasn't come up yet? Well, see, there's normal robots, and there's people robots, and mechaniloids are the normal robots who aren't really self-aware, and you literally cannot predict who the fuck is which:

This is a sentient being, with a rich inner life and emotions equivalent to a human's! (Only the C-15 model from X1, though, after that they're mechaniloids.)

This man is just a really fancy computer who can't actually feel anything!

I am not even joking. This is canon. Figure it out! I sure can't. It is a mystery. Nothing makes sense and everything is confusing and quite possibly bad.

There are three dudes ominously watching X and talking about some kind of nonsense bullshit crap, and these guys are Agile, who is tall, smirky, and pointy; Serges, who is short, Dr. Wily, and pointy; and Violen, who is huge, dumb as a sack of hammers, and pointy.

No really, they're all kinda pointy. For some reason they specifically have pointy feet. And they're talking about 'the control chip' and being all m~y~s~t~e~r~i~o~u~s but let's just get it out of the way. These mofos are reassembling Zero for nefarious reasons. Why? Well, you see, when you're Keiji Inafune and you just made a game, even though you teased a sequel in the post-credits, you totally did not think this through (because you have never thought anything all the way through in your life and you are not beginning now!) and now you're stuck, because you WANTED to make Zero the main character, got talked out of it, and then somehow ended up killing your intended main character. And everyone else. The only surviving named characters are X and Dr. Cain, and like...now what, right? Shit. Fuck. You fucked it up. You were supposed to leave some guys for the sequel. Well uhhhh they're all robots, just...reassemble someone real fast. Like Zero. You wanted him to be the cool one anyway, let's try that again but not wrong this time!

But never mind that! It's all fixable. Everything is fixable. Even Zero! Well, no, X isn't fixable, he's a goddamn mess, but details, man.

This gets a LITTLE fucky to summarize because there's some branching paths, so I'm gonna flip back to the actual game side for a second. X2 actually fucking slaps as a game. It's got an extra math coprocessor in the cartridge! Did you know that? The Cx4 chip showed up again in MMX3, and was the reason X2 suddenly had WAY more onscreen sprites, transparency effects, and even 3D wireframe enemies. This shit was amazing on the SNES.

Also, X2 is another case of "oh no, these Mavericks are ex-Hunters again," so like. ACAB. Not all of the Mavericks are, but still more than none, which you'd hope would be the number. They have not learned shit about shit for vetting members. The call is coming from inside the house, guys! Maybe Hunter HQ should think about the implications of the fact that—*I am shot in the head by Keiji Inafune, who has never once thought something all the way through in his life and is not beginning now, killing me instantly*

In X1 there were basically three kinds of defector:

I'm So Bored Please God Kill Me Now

I Just Love Hitting Things

and

Whatever You Say Chief!

Well, and Storm Eagle's unfortunate little thing of

I Got My Ass Beat To Hell And Back Until I Said Fine I'll Kill The Humans With You Just To Make It Stop And All I Got Was This Terminate On Sight Designation T-Shirt

X2 is a little more varied than that. You now have the new exciting backstory flavors of

I Love Money More Than My Life And This Guy Promised Me A Raise, Sooooo... (Bubble Crab)

The Bad Guys Are Somehow Less Ableist Than The Good Guys (Overdrive Ostrich, who USED TO be able to fly, lost the ability in an accident, and retired because the Hunters were kind of treating him like damaged goods and he was over it. Editor's note I do not blame this dude at all, what the fuck!)

BLOCK OUT THE SUN (Flame Stag)

I Love Trash (Morph Moth, who was not a Hunter)

Idk I Was Already Doing Crimes, Might As Well (Crystal Snail, also not a Hunter)

Sigma Is My Literal Dad (Wire Sponge, made in one of Sigma's reploid factories. He came out wrong even for a Maverick. Good job, Sigma. Great quality control.)

There's Still No Virus In The Continuity But I Sure Caught It Somehow Anyway?? Help Me (Magna Centipede, who used to be in Zero's unit, but got 'brainwashed' somehow.)

(This happens a lot. This will keep happening. Zero collects subordinates who are just WAITING for an excuse. Also this will make a whole lot more sense once they retcon in the Maverick Virus and then MORE sense once they retcon in that it is coming from Zero specifically but we aren't there yet so right now it's just weird and kind of unfortunate!)

And you still have at least one I Just Love Hitting Things (Wheel Gator).

Also why are so many of these guys invertebrates? This is like the invertebrate game. X1 has two, but X2 has five of these things. (X3 has three, X4 has two again, X5 has three again, X6 has three, X7 only has one, and you will not see another game with five again until X8, the last one. I don't know why I went to count that.)

After X whacks a few of the Maverick stage bosses, there's a little cutscene at Dr. Cain's lab. The three shadowy weirdos from the intro call Dr. Cain to say like, "Hey, X, we named ourselves the X-Hunters for reasons you'll never be able to guess, and also we have Zero's parts. Meet us at the wherever the hell on the map we visibly teleport to after this in fifteen minutes for an ass-kicking." They hang up, Dr. Cain is like, "Well, it's fine, we still have Zero's control chip here and they can't really resurrect him without it, plus this is obviously bait, so maybe don't do anything too hast—"

X declares he's got to get Zero's parts back at any cost and runs the fuck off, because he's fine, okay. He doesn't wanna talk about it.

This scene is way more interesting in Japanese, where Serges and only Serges slips a bit and calls him Rockman X, which is sus, because nobody really mentions Rockman in the games, except for some reason Dr. Cain in English who calls him Mega Man X. Dr. Cain has actually read Dr. Light's notes so he's got at least a historical reason to be doing this, but Serges wouldn't know that shit, right? It is definitely unrelated that the Japanese materials describe Serges as having comparable intellect to a certain unnamed mad scientist. It is also certainly coincidence that despite Zero being an absolutely undocumented black box of a Wily creation, Serges somehow knows how to upgrade him too.

Let's assume for the plot that X does go through and collect all of Zero's parts, which is his head, torso, and legs. Now correct me if I'm wrong but his head did not actually fall off in X1...but meh, details, right? Once you have all three, Dr. Cain says he needs a little more time to get Zero's control chip installed, so go deal with the other Mavericks until then. Then, once you do that, he tells you it's going to take even MORE time, but hey, the X-Hunters are hanging out at the North Pole, like some kind of shitty dollar store Santa Clauses who come down your chimney and murder you. So X fucks off to the North Pole to do some violence, and shoots the hell out all three of the X-Hunters, like you do. In Japanese, Serges is kind of pissed that "Light's memento robot" defeated him, which again...yeah, that seems normal, nothing to see here!

Once X murderhobos his way through the rematch fights, he gets a random zoom call from Sigma, who invites him to come to the central computer in fifteen minutes for an ass-kicking, and once there he gets a nasty surprise: his buddy Zero is there, chilling, and Sigma is like, "Lol he's so mad that you let him die. Look at how upset he's getting. Look at his fists. They're balled. He wants to beat you up so bad." Except, assuming you collected all of Zero's parts, this is a shitty dollar store Zero with a palette swap, and the real Zero is offended as shit and shows up and kills the fuck out of his copy, saving you a fight. Sigma is like, "WHY are you not on my side though man you should be. You should totally be on my side and fighting him instead, it's your destiny." Zero's like, "Maybe so, but I still don’t like you!" <- Unlike almost everything else I keep putting in quotation marks, that's a real quote. I'm not making that one up. It's even better in Japanese because it's SO DISMISSIVE the way he says it. It's literally, "It's because I don't like you," but you'd almost have to localize it to something like "It's because I don't like your face," to convey the don't-give-a-singular-fuck disdain. He's just like, fuck your stupid destiny thing, do I look like the kind of person who cares.

I feel like this game is just kind of less interesting at the end than X1. Sigma did actually run off to Magna Centipede's level for his final stage for some reason, which is unusual. A lot of the implied angst in the first game exists, and X basically ignoring Dr. Cain's attempt at warning him to be careful because OH MY GOD WHAT IF HE CAN FIX THIS ONE THING AND MAYBE AT LEAST ONE PERSON HE CARES ABOUT WILL BE OKAY is pretty good. And once you blow up Sigma, he does have a little foreshadowing about Zero being "the last of the doctor's creations," or MUCH more specifically in Japanese, being "the last of the Wi...num...ers..." aka the Wily Numbers, aka Dr. Wily's robots, which is like...where'd you hear that, hm? Were you talking to that shady Serges guy again who was also basically your lieutenant? Couldn't be he's someone from the past who would know all this shit.

But I'm not gonna touch the epilogue just yet because let's say X decided that actually he should focus on the mission at hand and ignore these guys clearly trying to goad him into doing something stupid. Good call, X! You have finally learned a little self-preservation. Except, this goes badly actaully, because the X-Hunters will break into Dr. Cain's lab, not butcher him for some reason even though that would have been the logical thing to do if they really wanted to fuck with X and hamper his efforts, and steal all of Zero's parts, including his control chip.

I have a little headcanon about the reason they didn't bother, but I'll save that for a second or three later. For now...

X fucks off to the North Pole as before, deals with the X-Hunters (who are now shitty dollar store Santa Clauses who come down your chimney and STEAL YOUR DEAD FRIEND'S LEGS??), meets Sigma at the central computer, and Zero is there, only that's the real Zero, and X has to fight him. Maybe for the first time, but not for the last time, because reasons! X wins, which apparently slaps some sense into Zero, who for some reason apologizes for causing so much trouble (probably having been resurrected, reprogrammed, and then kicked in the head by your bestie until you're unreprogrammed makes you stupid) and says he's going to go destroy the main computer.

Wait, what main computer, like do you mean this entire stage? When did we ever establish about there being a main computer that needed to be destroooooh fine whatever go destroy the main computer and X can just fall down this hole where Sigma is. X is like, "Take care of yourself, Zero. I don't have time to put you back together again," and once again that's a real quote and I'm not just being flippant. Was that an attempt at humor? In Japanese it's just, "Do you intend to die?" which is like. God damn, X. I know this is the point in the game in which Zero exploded himself last time, but he JUST got here, he's not going to Death Hug the computer too. But ya boy is evidently having a flashback.

From there things proceed as normal, X defeats Sigma, and this time,

Two of them.

Joined by his friend Zero, Mega Man X gazes out over the sea. Sigma has once again been destroyed, but X wonders if the fighting will truly end. Was Dr. Light’s dream of a world in which Reploids and humans lived together in peace merely a dream? The price of peace is often high, X thinks to himself. Who or what must be sacrificed for it to become a reality? And when the time comes, will he be able to do it? The future holds the answers or…

It's a lot less of a downer than X1 was. The music is tense and kinda gloomy, but it's not the endless despair party that X1's ending theme was. X is like, okay, maybe this will work out. Sigma's defeated again, this sucks and all, but he's clearly the bad guy in this situation so there's less of an internal conflict about Was This The Right Thing To Do. Obviously so! It's less, was this right, and more, can I do this? And Zero's back, so maybe even some of the mistakes are fixable. It's not going to be easy, sure, but it at least feels possible.

Or maybe it's hopeless after all. Will the fighting truly end?

Haha, no. But don't tell him that right now, I don't think he could handle it. Can you imagine. Let the poor dude rest for five minutes. Just let him have this one little victory. God damn.

Anyway, let's leave those guys on their cliff and go over here instead for

HEADCANON TIME oh boy let's do it!!

So, it is not at all a stretch to say that Serges is probably some kind of AI incarnation of Dr. Wily. The game is not explicit about this, no, but it's heavily implied in the Japanese version, and Keiji Inafune, who has never thought anything all the way through in his entire life and is not starting now, is on record as having left it intentionally vague so that you can draw your own conclusions. Weird thing to tease, if there weren't a little truth to it.

This takes some of the later games' plot existing to make sense, but I don't think the X-Hunters really exist to be subservient to Sigma and just carry out his funny little genocidal reploid rampage. It's established that Zero was created by Dr. Wily, and if there's one thing that you can count on with Dr. Wily, it's that he is the kind of guy who will create a whole guy whose personality is summed up by, "I exist to kill this other guy and then after that I have no idea." He definitely did this with Bass. He definitely did this with Zero. In fact he went so overboard with Zero's Kill A Guy programming that Zero wanted to kill EVERY guy upon activation, which Sigma had to beat out of him (X4), making him weirdly normal.

(In fact the original recipe Maverick Virus was just a day-one patch for Zero's omnicidal bullshit tendencies to make him fucking stop it, dude, you have things to be doing that aren't creating new Pollock works all over the buried lab every time like a rat or something wanders in. But then because Wily is kind of a shit programmer but a really good scavenger of other people's shit, the day-one patch went, fine, you suck, I'm doing a world tour and getting stronger and coming back and FIXING YOU. Maverick Virus out.)

Now if you were some kind of AI version of Dr. Wily watching this—your favorite and final murder machine that you made specifically to kill Dr. Light's little baby-boo-bop hugs and love machine—and he is NOT doing that, he is in fact BECOMING BESTIES FOR LIFE with his enemy, this is not cool! This is just more proof that you are a bad programmer. Or, your original meatsuit self was a bad programmer, and now YOU are a program made of and by a bad programmer, which is arguably WORSE. It's enough to give a guy a FUCKING COMPLEX. Which is also a common thing to happen to any given Wily creation.

So your goal, here, because you think you're Dr. Wily or close enough to count, is to manipulate the situation into getting Zero to remember that he's supposed to be biting X to death with his teeth, not whatever the fuck pattycake he's playing with him right now, what the FUCK. WHAT the FUCK. Ahem.

If you have the X-Hunters kill Dr. Cain, well, that's not going to incentivize this happening at all. X is going to be so mad he kills you, and that's not optimal for shit. So fuck that guy. We ignore him. Unused variable. Just get Zero's parts and scram, because the important thing is rebuilding Zero, not fingerpainting with the innards of some human. (Even if Violen would probably be into that, but he's an idiot whose text box dialogue even appears more slowly than anyone else's, you can't listen to him if you want to get ahead in life.)

Sigma is really secondary to this too. He's very conveniently placed, and kind of easy to manipulate: just tell him that you know all about Zero (which is true) and that he's supposed to be on Sigma's side (which is close enough to true that he won't question it) and you can make this happen (you think you can. IT SHOULD WORK. Dammit. How bad of a programmer was your mental predecessor, anyway?). So Sigma kindly sets up everything for you, and you do your thing.

And they fight! Finally. It is glorious. Of course you are dead by the time this happens, probably, but maybe you aren't, because you have probably vacated your trashed-ass body into some other convenient system. (You will definitely not show up in X6 as some guy named Isoc, who upon finishing his work, goes absolutely inert like his whole-ass self just left his body, which you have definitely not just done and will not do again.)

EXCEPT GOD DAMMIT ZERO X HIT YOU IN THE HEAD HARD ENOUGH YOU CALMED DOWN AGAIN. GOD. DAMMIT. WHY THIS. FUCK. Okay, yeah, you're leaving. See y'all in X6, this sucks.

Anyway the real takeaway here is that Dr. Wily was just such a big fan of percussive maintenance that Zero occasionally needs to get beaten in the head with a wrench for a bit and then he's great for a while. If he starts twitching, that just means it's Wrench Time.

Anyway, that's X2, my second most favorite one.

Wire Sponge is a luffa, by the way. Loofah. However it's spelled.

This thing. That's what he is.

And I will not stop calling centipedes 'hyakuleggers' now because Magne Hyakulegger is way funner than Magna Centipede as a name.

[err0r-of-lif3]

First blog entry! Will try have a consistent recounting style and sense of authorial voice but be patient with me while I find those :)

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*What are doing doing this afternoon?*

That's the text I received yesterday at around 10 am. From Him.

Now, let me begin by saying I already knew he was asking because he wanted to hang out but for want of not seeming arrogant and also because of the fact he has cancelled on me the last 3 weeks, I pretended I have no clue why he's asking.

*Want to hang out?* Of course I did, he has me wrapped around his finger. On the other hand? Gotta play it cool. I think an "uhhhh sure ig" was nonchalant enough tbh...

When I finally got to his school, I was in fact all of 2 hours early (way to play it cool) but I didn't tell him that. Instead I walked through the park and sat watching the ducks play in the water. Some kids and their grandparents watched from the other side of the pond. This is where my good mood starts, with cold stone against my thighs, and warm sun illuminating my face.

God I love the hugs we exchange after we havent seen eachother in a while. My hands rising across his shoulders, my hands getting lost in the grown out undercut he wears. His arms falling around my waist, landing in the small of my back. I love it. We fit together like a puzzle. We tried to find something to do, walking through the shopping centre closest to find something interesting. It didn't work so we got on the train and started our journey to his house.

After our train ride we get on a bus and my favourite part of being in vehicles with him is being able to feel him against me the entire time. Our sides sewn together. Also beating the shit out of him when I see a yellow car (he got a really good shot at my leg holy fuck).

Another thing I love is teasing him when I know for a fact I'll lose. He knows I know too. That's why, when he tells me he needs to piss, our eyes meet (how romantic). My hand is I m m e d I a t e l y in the soft of his side. Pressing and prodding trying to find his bladder. His hand is immediately on mine, holding tightly and twisting trying to get my arm away before I find it and make him piss himself. This repeats several times as we walk from the bus stop to his house.

That is until he finds his waterbottle a worthy weapon. Spraying water in my directing to keep me at a respectful distance (he ran out pretty quickly). His desperate attempts to unlock his front door were also hilarious as he was cornered and I could poke and prod all I want.

We took turns watching eachothers shows. His eyes shining and following along as I rushingly explain the character arc of every single character in desperate housewives. He brings his arm up and moves it side to side making a clicking noise to imitate a metronome, something he thinks I need to pace my speech. (Idk tho).

"....so how long have you had your peircings for?"

We are halfway through an episode of DH.

'Two weeks today, why' "no reason......"

A beat passed between us.

"and how long was it until you could touch them?" 'Uhhh two weeks I think, yeah'

Another beat passes and I look back to the TV and then he fucking grabs my chin gently and tilts my face towards him and makes out with me.

The rizz.

Astonishing tbh

Anyway, you can guess what happened after that so I will skip that and tell you that falling asleep in his arms after a month was fucking amazing. Loved it. Love him. 10/10

Okay I don't wannt proof read this, I wanna write about today so I'll post this to satiate Alia and Rizzler and then I'll start writing today's entry :))

[yestrday]

On the opposite end of the spectrum, may I suggest the upperclassmen with an immature younger sibling/imouto type MC? Just a reckless, naïve, wild card of a person who s o m e h o w managed to attract a whole group of unhinged admirers. Idk, I just think it would be funny.

you might like : yan! first years w/ oneesan-esque darling , yan! third years hcs

( collars, perverted behavior, manipulation )

he's already got the big brother vibe going on. you two are already a match made in heaven. childe adores you, spoiling you at every given time and always going along with your whims. one of his favorite things to do is to cook you food, since you usually forget to bring your own lunch. what a ditz... but at least he gets the chance to see you stuff your face with his food! he laughs in delight and brushes away stray crumbs as you exclaim through mouthfuls of food at how good his cooking is. seeing you happy because of him honestly makes his day!

however... that naive nature of yours might get you into trouble, y’know~? your wide, innocent eyes that look at him with sooo much trust, damn. you’re literally asking him to take advantage of you! from time to time he’ll intoxicate you with his sweet words, reeling you in with words that bait your childish curiousity and taking away the others’ time with you. accident after accident follows you and you’re both frightened and confused without even realizing the obvious shadow of the man trailing behind you.

it’s so, so fun, messing with you like this. but he can’t help it! the terrified expression that takes over your usually ditzy features is soooo fun to look at!

“tsk, tsk,” childe clicks his tongue disapprovingly. his large hands clasp themselves on your shoulders as he presses his chest on your back. you’re forced to face the mess you— you swear you didn’t do any of this!— caused. 

his breath tickles your ear as he murmurs, “look. look at alll this. i’m the one who has to clean up after you, y’know?” from the corner of your eye, childe’s deep blue eye glints almost dangerously. “surely you still have some conscience left to pay back your loving senior?”

zhongli tells him not to tease you too much, but it’s so fun to see you curl into his touch and nod frantically, fully under his control.

you know, you’re gonna kill diluc one of these days. those reckless, foolish actions of yours has him snapping his neck to and fro as he tries to keep you away from danger. if childe and itto are the ones that pull you into danger, diluc is wholeheartedly trying to stop you. he’s always, always warning you, and yet being the hardheaded thing you are, you never seem to heed his words. he could really just save himself the headache and leave you alone, but he’s naturally drawn to you. he’s pressing down your clothes crinkled from playing, fixing your tie and fixing your hair. anything you ask he will give.

so please, listen to him just once, will you? do you really not value his words that much? because if you had an ounce of respect for him you’d steady yourself and stop getting yourself into these dangerous situations! he’s already had plans to lock you away, and the more you prove how irresponsible you are with handling yourself, the closer you are to reaching his bad ending. just... give him some sort of reassurance of your safety, and he’ll probably stay put. probably.

“[your name]. i’m begging you.” the thought of the diluc begging is almost impossible, but here you are now. “if you have any— any! — self-respect, you’d stop your foolishness and stay still.”

confusion etches itself onto your face. you don’t know what brought this on. you were only receiving treatment in the clinic after a pretty nasty fall down the stairs before he bursts into the room and his frantic eyes fall on the dark bruise blossoming across the side of your torso.

“i–i’m not sure what’s going— ah!” diluc’s gloved hands dig onto the wounded part. “that– that hurt!”

“... did it now?” his voice is so condescending, as if mocking you you flinch when his dark eyes meet yours. you gulp. “then you better steady yourself. or i’ll jus have to tie you down myself.”

itto loves that energy you have going on! he plays with you a lot, pulling you into extreme adventures and situations, much to the chagrin of the other harem members. he puts you on his shoulders to reach the beetle on the highest branch, or carry you away as soon as the authorities are coming. most times you get into trouble with itto, although the teachers and students are in silent agreement that he’s just a bad influence on you. he’d boisterously laugh and pull you in by the side, lovingly ruffling your hair and smugly announcing that you just really love to be around him. you don’t deny it because really, where’s the lie?

more often than not, violent images of you flash behind his eyes and he’s overcome with guilt. he knows he shouldn’t be thinking such things, not when you smile at him so brightly and look at him with such adoring eyes. and yet, the more primal side of him feeds him oh-so-tempting images of his fangs sinking down into the soft of your neck, or your dumb and dazed look as he sits you on his lap and forces you to give up your everything to him. ah, fuck. now he’s drooling.

“itto, itto! look—!”

he can hear you calling his name, feel you tugging on his sleeves as you point to an shiny new beetle you’ve never seen before. but right now the top buttons of your uniform are undone due to all the playing, revealing the smooth expanse of your upper chest. unknowingly, a pierced tongue swipes across his lower lip and he gulps.

your hand can barely encase his palm, and he wonders if it’d break too easily as he hoists you up for his own taking. perverted fantasies slowly overtake him as he imagines unbuttoning the rest of the uniform and digging into your flesh. he wonders if your blood would be metallic and tangy, wonders if your childish naivety turns into horrified realization.

he squeezes your palm tightly (oh, how small it was) and fakes a stiff smile. he shouldn’t be thinking like this. you don’t deserve it. but he wonders if he deserves all this painful torture as he holds himself back just for you.

whenever he’s around you, kaeya’s sure that he won’t be easily bored. you’re brimming with entertainment, always dragging him around as you go about your day with wide-eyed curiosity. kaeya naturally tags along, maybe even act as the devil on your shoulder and encourage you. he’s just really happy that someone wants to be around him for so long and not look at him with some degree of wariness like the others do. he can chalk that aspect of yours to foolish trust, but kaeya’s honestly glad that you’re a wee bit stupid. with you, loneliness is barely a thing.

although, that makes his times alone even harder to bear compared to the time when he hadn’t met you. there’s nothing more he wants to do than see you run back to him with that childish grin and adoring eyes. and what better way than make you rely on him? a few strings to pull here and there, keep you on your toes for just a bit (although paranoia is a more fitting term), and sure some people might end up getting hurt in the crossfire. and yeah, maybe you’ll end up feeling the guilt for the rest of your life. but no one is dead! and plus, seeing you cling to him as you sob brokenly gives him a twisted sense of satisfaction.

kaeya’s dark hands know how to work their magic, soothing your back as they rack from hiccups and sobs and bringing your head closer to his warm chest. “poor thing,” he murmurs to you, gently lifting your head to see your teary-eyed face. as much as kaeya loves your carefree spirit, something about you being as broken as him leaves him wanting for more.

“perhaps you should’ve listened to diluc... your reckless nature really is a bit troublesome, you know?” you’re surprised that he’d actually agree with diluc, but you can’t bring yourself to disagree.

“i– i’m sorry,” you sob. “i didn’t know better! i shouldn’t have gone there!”

“you shouldn’t,” kaeya affirms, kissing the space between your brows and wiping your wet eyes. “rely on me a little more, alright? don’t go anywhere by yourself... don’t ever leave my side.”

in the midst of your fear-numbed thoughts, you absentmindedly nod a deadly promise.

another free-spirited guy, venti is another one who indulges you. noticeably, he’s far gentler than the others and actively tries to keep you out of harm’s way, though not very obvious. after all, you’re his muse, and he wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to you! most days he invites you to his jam sessions, singing happy songs together without a care in the world. other days he’d sneak a bottle of wine and take advantage of your curiousity to prod you into drinking some, much to zhongli’s contempt. he often coaxes you into pulling harmless yet elaborate pranks on the other members and if one of them should fall victim, if they’d look behind them they could hear the mischievous cackles of you two as the ends of your uniforms scamper out of view.

yet another one who likes to take advantage of your foolish trust, but it’s nothing too harmful (or at least, not compared to the others). venti invites himself into your home and you let him, unsuspecting of the things he does when you’re out of sight. there’s just sooo much inspiration to be had here! when he gets home, still drunk off your scent, he frantically flips to a fresh page of his lyric book and jots down incomprehensible lyrics of your beautiful gait. zhongli takes a peek the next day, and distaste immediately overtakes him as he reads over the lecherous lines.

“... he’s sooo mean!” venti rants to you one day, petting your hair as you lay down on his lap. “he says that my lyrics are too filthy! do you agree with him, [your name]?”

you actually don’t know what his lyrics are about. you haven’t seen his lyric book ever since zhongli had a stern talk to you about it. but why would his lyrics be dirty? the venti you know is absolutely capable and wise, and even one of the best students in the music program! you grin and nod, absolutely unaware of the situation. “i think your lyrics are the best, ven”

he squeals and nuzzles your nose with his. “of course, you do!” he coos. “my darling [your name]... ♡ gosh, how are you still adorable after all this time!”

he tickles and kisses you all over your face, eliciting delighted giggles from you. you don’t even notice the hand he’s slipped underneath your shirt, perversely groping and stroking the undefiled skin underneath.

zhongli finds your naiveness refreshing and it gives him a sense of satisfaction to be the one to teach you all that you need to know. to be honest, if it were any other person he’d find them a brat (coughhutaocough), but there’s something... different about you. zhongli also loves to spoil you, likes seeing your eyes sparkle as he covers you with jewelry you’d never dream of adorning. you often come to him for more of his stories and he’ll happily make space in the tea club for you. out of all your seniors, you hold his opinion in the highest regard, something that the others find absolutely annoying.

still, your recklessness can bring about unneccessary trouble, making zhongli feel that he needs to put you on a tighter leash. you’re very hyperactive, he says, and he feels the need to drill some sort of elegance and style into you. this is, after all, an elite school. some actions of yours just won’t be tolerated. what you think is his guidance is to him training a dog to stay still.

“umm... zhongli... do i really need a leash..?” you know it’s impudent of you to question his actions, but the leather has you in a chokehold, and sitting on your knees as he looks down at you elicits feelings that you were incapable of identifying.

the crueler part of him is tempted to call you an idiot. here you are, seated so submissively for him, so vulnerable, and you have no clue about what’s going on. he could do all sort of things to you and yet you’d still believe he was doing his job as a good senior.

but if you insist, he’ll play the part of a benevolent mentor. he sighs and crouches down to your leve. “this is training, [your name]. once you graduate, you will be in a place where that personality of yours will be shunned.”

his eyes glow as an amused smile drapes over his lips. “now behave or else.”

[how-do-i-delete-this-acc]

treating his wounds

suna, kenma, and akaashi x reader (separate)

summary: you were not leaving his so-called "minor wound" untreated

warnings: post time skip

a/n: first fic ! yayyyy enjoy hehe

s. rintaro

it was an ordinary tuesday like any other. the air in the apartment you and suna share is peaceful and quiet, save for the sound of your knife hitting a cutting board as you prepare dinner.

you hear the door creaking open.

"i'm back," suna says in a monotone voice.

"welcome back!" you happily greet him. "how was practice?"

"tiring. atsumu hit me with a chair." he says in the same voice , pointing to medium-sized scrape on his calf.

you gasp. "are you ok? how bad's the pain?" you ask, your voice laced with concern.

"i'm fine." he answers, beginning to head towards the couch.

"nuh uh. sit down on the couch. i'll be right back."

"where are you going?" he asks.

"gonna treat your scrape." you reply, heading to the closet.

"no no bunny, i'm fine." (I HC THAT HE CALLS U A RLY AFFECTIONATE NAME) "come back."

"nuh uh uhhhh. if you don't treat it, it might become infected." you walk over with a first aid kit and a cup of water. "sit down."

he sighs in defeat, (not that he put up much of a fight lol) plopping his bum down on the soft cushions. he slightly rotated his leg so that it'd be easier for you to treat it.

you begin to treat the scrape as gently as possible, gently cleaning and pressing. (to stop the bleeding.)

after rinsing with water, you apply some alcohol to a pad and then to his scrape.

"ow. ow. ow. it stings." he says slowly, his voice as deadpan as ever.

"did i ask?" you tease.

"you just asked."

"huh?"

"you just asked if you asked, therefore you asked." he answers, his face showing no sign of a soul living in there.

"i- what? never mind." you continue to treat the scrape, ignoring his past complaint.

suna looks down at you as you gingerly treat his scrape. thinking about how much you care about him and how careful you are not to be too rough reminds him of just how much he loves you. he truly is lucky. as he gazes down at your concentrated, sweet face, he can't help a small smile from forming.

"..and done!" you smile, giving the bandage a little pat and a kiss.

"thanks bunny," he says, dropping a small peck on your forehead.

"of course!" you answer. "why'd atsumu hit you with a chair, though?"

"osamu came to drop off some onigiris. atsumu told him to get out. osamu took onigiris with him. the two started fighting. i started taking pictures. i got too close. i got hit by a chair when atsumu wound up for a hard hit. it scraped me. the end." suna answered, his voice as deadpan as ever.

"oh love that for you." you answer. "come on, now help me out with dinner."

"you want my help?" suna questions, a little bit shocked.

"right. the incident." you decide to make dinner by yourself.

k. kenma

"ken, you almost done streaming?" you question, poking your head into his gaming room.

"almost." he answers, his slender fingers rapidly clicking on his keyboard.

is that y/n?

Y/NNNNN

hi y/n! how r u ?

"chat says hi." kenma tells you.

you walk up to him and look at what the chat was saying.

"hehe hi!" you give a little wave.

you glance over at your boyfriend to see a small bruise on his forehead forming.

you gasp. "what happened to your forehead?" you question, obviously very concerned.

"nothing. don't worry about it."

HAHAHAHA

HE BANGED IT ON THE TABLE

HE RAGED AND BRUISED IT

LMAOOO

HE COULDNT CLEAR LEVEL 69

RIP

"ken." you say, towering over him with your hands on your hips. (he was sitting.)

he gulps. "what?"

"how many times do i need to remind you that you come to me for these types of things?? how much does it hurt?" you nag.

"i didn't get you because it wasn't worth your concern." he replies, his eyes still glued to the screen.

"but it is! you have a bruise on your FACE! that's not a big deal?"

"it's not." he answers, his voice monotone.

you sigh. "be right back."

2 minutes later, you return with a glass of orange juice, an ice pack, and an elastic bandage to keep the ice pack secure.

"i told you that i was fine." kenma mumbles.

"nope!" you stick your tongue out. "besides, i can use this as an excuse to stare at your cute little face."

kenma's face turned pink, and his chat went wild.

ooo feeling flirty, y/n?

WAIT THATS ACTUALLY RLY SWEET THO

HIS REACTION IS SO CUTE I CANT

screenshotting that and putting it as my lock screen

kenma just turned three colors in the span of three seconds lmao

you grin at the comments and carefully begin securing the ice pack to his forehead, checking with him if it was too tight along the way. you secured the ice pack and also put a little bow on the back of his head, just for fun.

"thanks, y/n." he says, his face still slightly flushed. (i hc this man blushes easily and it lasts forever FIGHT ME on this)

"you're welcome." you smile.

you stay for the rest of his stream on his lap, and the two of you were a trending topic on twitter for the next day.

a. keiji

"i'll get started on dinner, love." akaashi says as he stands up.

"i'll help!" you say, jumping up from your position on the couch.

he smiles. "thanks, love."

the two of you both enjoy cooking, so making dinner is a fun little activity the two of you do together. (technically you're supposed to alternate who makes dinner, but the two of you always do it together lmao) you always have fun figuring out what to make and then making it. it's almost like a fun little game (you two dorks lol)

you put on a pot of olive oil to boil (for olive oil poaching bc ugs like trying different things) and you both start on the prep work. you begin to filet the fish, and keiji gets to work on cutting the vegetables. the two of you prep the food and chat simultaneously.

part way through, you hear him sharply inhale. you look across the counter to see that he cut himself while julienning the carrots.

you gasp. "oh no! does it hurt a lot? how deep is the cut?" you ask, running to take a closer look.

he grabs a paper towel and soaks up the blood on his finger. "i'm fine, let's get back to work." he says, not wanting to ruin the fun.

"no. you should treat it." you insist.

and with that, you walked away to go get the supplies to do so.

you quickly came back with a small tube of antibacterial ointment. some gauze, and a small bandaid.

"love, i told you that i'm fi-"

you cut him off by yanking him by the arm to the sink to wash the cut.

"you can't leave it untreated. that's not good, keiji."

after you finished cleaning it, you pressed some gauze to his finger to stop the bleeding.

"love, i can do it my-"

"no."

"seriously, it's fi-"

"no."

"love-"

"keiji, you're always so good to me. so i want to be good to you too, ok? i love you so so much and i don't like seeing you in pain."

he sighed in defeat. you were just too cute, and he could never resist you for long.

"ok. thanks, love." he said, pressing a couple gentle kisses to your cheek.

you blushed slightly. "no problem."

you took off the gauze and gently dabbed a bit of the ointment onto the cut before wrapping a bandaid around it.

"alright, i'll finish dinner. go ahead and sit down." you said as you resumed filleting the fish.

"are you sure? i don't-" he began to protest.

"i don't want any bacteria in the cut. just sit down and we'll talk." you insisted.

he gave in to you two times today, and those certainly wouldn't be the last time that he did. something about you made him weak at the knees, and he has never and probably will never be able to resist your charm.

[genshin-latte]

Omg I love all of your Christmas prompts asgdhshdh uhhhh may I request 16 with Childe bc he'd def fuck up decorating the tree and end up all tangled in lights lmao XD

Hc or scenario is fine, whichever you're feeling!

Since you said whichever I’m going with uh.. what is this.. semi-scenarios put in bullets(?) 😂 I feel like I suck at full scenarios lol. No beta read we die like m

Prompt #16: “Why are you tied in Christmas lights?”

Pairing: Childe x Reader (Romantic)

Note: in case anyone didn’t know, Childe has an older sister, an older brother, and two younger siblings (Tonia and Teucer) which I will feature in this story. (I might have remembered wrong though please do tell me if I made a mistake)

“Why are you tied in Christmas lights?” Is your first words upon waking up that very morning. Childe had dragged you to spend Christmas at his place in Snezhnaya. However, you did not expect waking up to the boy being covered by blinking lights.

“Good morning, (y/n).” You heard his mother greet you. What baffled you more is how his entire family acted like this was completely normal. With his older siblings gathered around the table and, Teucer and Tonia running around, flapping Christmas decorations in hand.

“Did you have a nice sleep?” You heard him ask as if he wasn’t lying flat on the ground whilst his younger siblings cover him in more decorations. “Uh, yeah. Looks like yours was good too.” Your reply earned a chuckle from him.

“He wanted to get the decorations ready for you.” his older sister teased whilst pouring an extra glass of hot milk for you, beckoning you to join them on the table. “Leave him be.”

“Teucer wanted me to put up the lights.” Childe nervously laughed. “Big brother Ajax tripped and now we’re decorating him!” Teucer’s enthusiastically added, jumping up and down as he takes your hand “Let’s decorate big brother.”

“You and Tonia go ahead and have fun doing that.” You giggled, scooting down to their height. Both siblings pouted at your rejection, “But you have go play with us outside later.” “Sure, sure.”

“And good morning to you too. Make sure to get yourself out of that before eve.” You leaned down ruffling Childe’s hair. He chuckled again, his usual confident smirk plastered on his features.

“Are they going to kiss?” You hear Tonia whisper, “Eeww” Teucer’s reply was a bit too loud in comparison to his sister’s voice.

“A kiss would be nice”

“No.” You blurted out, suddenly self conscious on the five pairs of eyes staring at you.

“Ah, to be young again.”

[triplexdoublex]

Bittersweet

Pairings: Colosn x Reader

Warnings/Tags: Anal, feet/foot fetish, sucking toes, cum play, phone sex, surprise exhibitionism?

A/N: oh look another anal fic who’s surprised .. literally no one.              *DJ Khaled voice “Another One!”

“Ughh, the night before tour starts back up is always so bittersweet,” Colson says, in his boxers, climbing into bed with you for the last time for at least the next 6 months.

“Why’s that?” You ask.

“Well, bitter, ‘cause I know I’m not gonna see you for a while, but sweet because you usually lemme do whatever I want to you before I leave,” he smirks, gently kissing your lips.

“Oh yeah, and what do you wanna do ?” You play along coyly.

“Well, first off gimme ya damn feet”, he laughs, wrestling one out from under the covers. “You seriously have the most beautiful feet I’ve ever seen,” he says softly rubbing your sole.

“Glad you think so,” you blush, still not fully understanding his kink, but you let him indulge in it nonetheless; it turns you on to see how much it turns him on . “I always keep them done, just for you,” you flirt, pulling out your other foot from under the blanket. You press it firmly against the hardening bulge in his boxers, curling your painted toes against him. 

“Uhh, Fuck,” he growls, holding your foot in place as he leans in to kiss you again; your body contorted into an awkward position. “You always know how to get me going,” he trades your lips for your jaw, nipping along its perimeter, while he rocks against your foot. 

“What else do you want?,” you giggle, pushing him up to tug his oversized shirt off your body, leaving you completely nude— you never did sleep in panties.

“Mmmmhh, this ass,” he hums, rolling you to the side to give it a smack, then kissing and rubbing over the mark he left. “Can’t wait to be inside of it.”

“Well, what are you waiting for then?” you roll over onto your back and lift a leg over his head, so he’s between your thighs. Gripping you by the back of your thighs, he forces your legs up by your head and licks a stripe from your ass to your clit and back again, pausing to keep his tongue focused on your eager pink pucker, making sure it’s sufficiently slicked before inserting two fingers to stretch you out. He twists and turns his fingers, aiding in the relaxation of the tight mussel he’s dying to penetrate. “Fuck, Cols! Need your dick,” you whine impatiently. 

“Just a lil’ longer, I don’t wanna hurt you, babe.” He continues to play with your asshole, getting it ready to take him. 

“C’mom, I know it’s not often, but it’s not like we haven’t done this be—-“

“Patience,” he cuts you off, before attaching his lips to your clit, sucking it gently as he slips a third finger into your ass.

“Mmghmm God, Kells!” You cry out , enjoying the feeling of the much needed  attention your clit is receiving along with his long beautiful fingers working you open. 

Once he can maneuver his three fingers with ease, he knows you’re ready. Slowly he removes his fingers from you and pulls down his boxers just enough to free his hard cock. He teased the tip through your wet folds coating himself  with your natural lubricant before sliding down lower to enter your ass.

His eyelashes flutter close as he sinks into you with a groan. “So, fucking tight for me” he grits through his teeth, snapping his hips foward so he’s buried to the hilt.

“Uhhhh!” you shriek in both surprise and pleasure caught off guard by his swift movement. 

“You like that?” He teases, slinging your legs over his shoulders. “Who’s ass is this? He demands to know, as he pulls you against him 

“Yes! Oh, fuck,” you moan out. “Yours, baby! All yours.”

“Fuckin’ Christ”  he exclaims, in enjoyment. “You should really let me do this more often” he says with a smile, turning his head to kiss down your calf that’s resting over his shoulder. 

When his kisses reach your ankle, he grabs your foot, slipping it from his shoulder and brings it to his mouth. He hums around your big toe, sucking it, as he pivots his hips, each thrust bringing you both closer to the edge. 

Just when you think you're almost there Colson pulls out. “Turn over,” he demands,“Wanna fuck you from behind.”

You do as your told , getting on all fours for him as he quickly re- enters you. It’s not long before he has you on edge again. “So close,” you pant, pushing back against every thrust, his hips audibly slapping against the flesh of your ass. Close as well, he slouches over you, his tattooed chest pressed against your back as his movements grow sloppy. Wrapping his arm around your hips to your front, he rubs quick side to side motions over your clit as he finishes inside you filing your ass with his cum, in turn triggering your own orgasm. 

“Fuck, that’s so hott!” He exclaims as he pulls out watching your gaping hole contract around nothing; his cum dripping out.  “Yeah, baby c’mon, push it all back out for me , wanna see it!”

“You’re so fuckin dirty,” you giggle as you fulfill his fantasy; cum bubbling, and dribbling down from your used hole, landing on the soles of your feet. 

“God Damn, that might just be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He says smearing one of the drops of cum on your heel with his thumb. 

****************

“Hey, baby, how’d the first show of tour go? I miss you already,” You say when you pick up his call the next night.

“Miss you too, “ he says. “It was great! Went out with the boys after, just got back to the bus, getting in my bunk now,” he says holding the phone with his shoulder as he undresses. “I wanted to call you before I crash for the night. I wish you were here with me.”

“I wish I was there too.”

“Yeah? What would you lemme do to you if you were here?” He asks, settling into his bunk, and pulling the curtain closed.

“How did I know this is where this phone call was gonna go? You chuckle, rolling your eyes even though you know he can't see you. “I’ll tell you what I’m NOT gonna let you do… my ass is still sore from last night, you giggle. “I can still feel you inside it every time I sit down.”

“Oh damn, girl! Keep talking like that, that shits hott” he slides his hand into his boxers, only to be interrupted by a shouting Rook.

“God Damnit, Kells if you're gonna do that shit at least take the phone off speaker! It’s bad enough we have to listen to you, but do we really need to hear her too?

“Colson Baker!!!” you scold. Do you really have me on speaker?”

“Yes, he does. Y/N!” Slim shouts back, answering you.

“And it’s not the first time,” Baze adds.

“Jesus Christ!” you laugh. You’re embarrassed, but not mad — typical Colson behavior, you're used to his shenanigans . “You know how you always ask me why I won’t let you record us fuck?-- This, this is why. You’re an exhibitionist, you would have shown the guys five times by now.

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Not A Date

Summary: You’re Bruce’s cute little intern and he has a crush on you, but doesn’t want to admit it. Except Thor’s kind of his best friend and can tell. He just needs a little push.

Pairings: Bruce Banner x black!reader x Thor

Warnings: smut, mmf threesome, age gap, daddy kink, swearing

(A/N: decided to change it up a little to celebrate 500 followers 🥳. It’s a little long. Enjoy, like, and reblog.)

Tagged: @titty-teetee​, @harrysthiccthighss​, @iam-laiya, @sweeterthanthis , @night-of-the-living-shred​, @mariahthelioness29, @liquorlaughslove, @blackmissfrizzle

Bruce would have never thought about being with someone that worked under him until you. He liked to think of himself as a man with integrity when he wasn’t the Hulk. Yet he found himself thinking about you in the worst ways.

It was worse because you were half his age. He never wanted to cross that line. Despite Tony trying to convince him to ask you out for drinks. He didn’t wanna freak you out or make you think he was a creep. You really had no business looking that sexy in a lab coat, though.

What was worse was that it seemed like he couldn’t get a break from you. You genuinely enjoyed his company. You were eager to learn and Banner was definitely eager to teach you.

The only problem? Thor had taken a liking to you. How the fuck was he supposed to compete with that.

Would you rather have Banner? A nerd that spends all day in the lab or Thor. A king from another planet whose people had been forced hereafter said planet had been destroyed. The choice seemed pretty obvious to him.

Not that Thor wasn’t great. After everything that’s happened Bruce and Thor were practically best friends. Thor gotten him through a really rough time and obviously Banner had been there to help the god save his people. Then after everything with Thanos. They’d bonded in a way neither of them had expected.

He doesn’t even know why he tortures himself thinking about it. It was bad enough that the King of New Asgard was making googly eyes at you. Or that you seemed to be reciprocating it.

You were doing it right now. Laughing about something he said while his friend trailed his different colored eyes up and down your body. He couldn’t even blame him.

“Banner, you want to come out with us for dinner?” Thor had asked as you’d started taking off your coat getting ready to leave the lab for the day.

Bruce sighed. Why did Thor have to torture him like that. “No, it’s okay.”

“Oh, come on, Dr. Banner,” your voice was so smooth and sultry. Like you were always about to whisper something dirty. “Come out with us. All work and no play make you a dull boy.”

“I wouldn’t want to impose on your date,” he said as he finished packing up.

You tilted your head to the side with those confused puppy dog eyes. “Date? This isn’t a date. We’re just bored. And I wanna get drunk.”

“Yeah.” Thor nodded. “Just three friends having a few drinks and dinner.”

Banner looked between the two. Both of them with those sweet looks on their faces. Why the fuck did Thor have to be one of the nicest beings he’d ever met. It was hard to say no to him.

“Okay fine. Where are we going?” He asked as he finished packing up.

“It doesn’t matter as long as I get nachos!” You replied with a grin. “But I need to change first. I feel icky.”

Bruce had decided to do the same. He didn’t want to admit it, but he wanted to at least look nice for the first time you’d be seeing him out of work. Not that he was planning on acting out on any feelings. Again. He didn’t wanna freak you out.

“I know your secret.” Thor narrowed his eyes with a smirk on his face making Bruce almost smack onto him when he’d walked out of his room.

“Jesus, Thor!” He put his hand over his heart trying to not freak out completely.

He put his hand on Bruce’s shoulder. “Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I do know your secret, though.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You like Lady Y/N. Am I right?”

His jaw dropped, but he tried to sober up quickly. “Wha- what. Why, why would, what makes you think that?” He stuttered.

“I’m a fertility god.” He rolled his eyes dramatically. “I can tell these things.”

“Oh...” he trailed off his cheeks getting bright red.

Thor laughed. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. She’s beautiful.”

“She’s half my age,” he replied.

“So?” He frowned in confusion. Of course, Thor would have no concept of an age difference when he’d lived through centuries.

Bruce sighed. “So, it’ll look odd if I start dating my twenty-five-year-old intern, Thor.”

He shrugged. “Look I’m sure Stark has done much worse. Don’t worry about what people will think or you’ll never get your chance.”

—

You sipped from your margarita from your spot beside him. Why’d you have to be so close. Not that he was complaining. You’d started drinking the tequila before you’d even gotten the chance to get your food.

It was so different seeing you out of the lab and compound. You were dressed so simply in a white v neck tucked into your black jeans and a pair of black boots, but you looked so good. Your hair was up and done in your natural look. Like a cute pineapple.

“Wait, can either of you even get drunk?” You asked.

Thor had set down his beer and nodded. “I can, there’s nothing like Asgardian mead, though. What about you, Banner?”

“I don’t drink. Not sure how the big guy would react,” he answered.

She nodded. “That makes sense. Hope you guys don’t mind if I get drunk as fuck.”

“Feel free,” Thor replied. “We’ll protect you. Won’t we?” Thor kicked him lightly under the table.

“Yeah... yeah,” Bruce replied.

“Dr. Banner, loosen up. We’re here to have fun.” You nudged him.

“Yeah you’re right,” he replied a tiny smile appearing on his face as he tapped his fingers against the table. “I guess a beer wouldn’t hurt. If anything, we can just stay at Tony’s.”

“How many homes does this man have?” You asked wrinkling your nose. 

—

Thor spun around with you on his back as you guys walked towards the entrance of the complex Bruce had told you that Tony wouldn’t mind if the three of you crashed in for the night. Just because Stark Tower was gone didn’t mean the billionaire didn’t have other properties around New York.

Banner laughed as he walked behind the both of you. He’d stuck to a beer to be safe and had loosened up at least a tad. He’d enjoyed seeing you have fun more than anything. All those stories the three of you would share. Of course, nothing compared to the odd adventures Thor had over the centuries, but still entertaining nonetheless.

Once you’d made it in you pretty much skipped inside as you looked around the penthouse. “Wow is it weird that I’m surprised that he’s trusting us with this place?”

“What’s not to trust?” Banner asked with a chuckle.

“Oh, come on. This is the face of a troublemaker.” You made a kissy face at him.

He shook his head. “You look like you stay up watching Bill Nye the Science Guy.”

Your jaw dropped. “Hey! Bill Nye is a national treasure. I used to have a crush on him. I think I have a thing for nerds.” You shrugged as you walked over to the kitchen.

Thor wiggled his eyebrows at Banner before motioning at him with his head. Bruce in turn shook his head at his friend. “Just talk to her,” Thor whispered still a little too loudly.

“No,” he replied.

“Think Tony will get mad if I drink some of his wine?” You asked as you took a wine glass.

“Eh, Stark will be fine,” Thor replied. “Enjoy yourself.”

So, the three of you had settled down to watch a movie. You’d also maybe raided the pantry which led to you and Thor throwing M&Ms into each other’s mouths while Bruce munched on chips. “At least Tony let us stay in the place that has snacks.” You laughed.

“Or does he know?” Thor asked with a smirk leaning over to steal one of Bruce’s chips.

“We’re not breaking and entering, are we? Because you guys might be able to get out of it, but...”

“We’re fine,” he answered, waving you off. “This is like the party house.”

“Yeah and where he goes when he wants to snack away from Pepper,” Bruce said with a smirk on his face.

“Wow shady, Dr. Banner,” you gasped with a giggle.

He groaned. “How many times have I told you to call me Bruce.”

“What if I like it?” You teased. “Besides if I call you Bruce I’m gonna end up calling you Brucie.”

“How about you can call me whatever you want then.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and he knew he was in for trouble. “Fine. What if I call you Daddy?”

For a minute, Bruce was sure his brain had short circuited. As soon as that word left your mouth, he could feel it happen. He closed his eyes for a minute. Almost like he was savoring it. He opened his mouth ready to say something witty or flirty or anything and, “Uhhhh...” It was like his voice had short circuited.

“Bruce, I’m kidding.” You laughed as you stood up, poking his shoulder. “I’ll be right back. I have to pee.”

As his friend was trying to process what had just happened, Thor sat beside staring at him with a dopey grin on his face. “I told you,” he teased waving his hands excitedly.

“She was just joking,” he quickly retorted.

Thor shook his head still absolutely beaming. “No. She’s totally into you.”

Bruce groaned because even if you were, it was still so inappropriate. “Thor, I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. Who’s going to stop you?” Thor shrugged. “Now fuck the twenty-five-year-old or whatever that is.”

“Thor!” Banner said, feeling himself almost lose control. The Hulk must have had a crush on you, too, because he did not like the other man talking about you like that.

Thor quickly sobered up, not meaning to push him that far. “Shit, I’m sorry,” he said.

“Is everything okay?” You asked peeking out of the bathroom. You looked a little panicked because in the few weeks you’d been helping him you’d never seen him go Hulk. This was the first time you’d even gotten a glimpse of him.

“Yeah. Just...” Thor looked at Bruce. “Give us a minute, Sweetheart.”

“Okay,” you replied softly biting your lip and close the door again. You’d already been over so many evacuations plan for just in case it happened, but you kind of cared about him so it would be kinda hard to see him like that.

“You okay?”

Bruce had his eyes closed and nodded. “No. I’m fine. I just... he wanted to come out and play a little.”

“You sure? We can go for a walk if you want. Clear your mind or whatever.”

He laughed. “No. I’m okay. Thanks. Y/N, you can come in!”

You peeked your head out again, looking between the two of them. “Everything cool?”

“Yeah, we’re good,” Bruce answered feeling a little bad if he’d scared you. 

You came back over and took a seat on the couch that was across from them. Like you weren’t sure if you should get close. 

“Y/N, you can sit here,” he said, looking down at your former spot on the floor. 

You knew he hadn’t done it on purpose, but this kind of felt like a command and you found yourself complying. You weren’t even sure if it was from what’d just happened or from the daddy thing. “Okay,” you replied softly, making your way over.

You sat criss cross applesauce in between them. Thor peeked out from over the top of your head, staring him down. ‘Do it,” the god mouthed to him. You looked over and groaned. “Shoot forgot to get more wine,” you said standing up again.

“Banner, be a man,” Thor mumbled.

“I could say the same thing for you.” 

“I am a man. I would have kissed her already. Taken control. Like a man.”

“I don’t want to scare her off.”

“So, you do like her!” Another grin grew on his face. “I told you.”

Bruce groaned softly. “Why would I want to do that with you here anyway?”

“Just trust me on this,” he replied as you walked up with another glass. They probably should have stopped you because by now you were pretty tipsy.

“Ohh, trust you with what?” You asked, sitting back in your spot.

“Nothing,” Banner replied. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It does, but he won’t admit it.” Thor added with a dramatic sigh. 

You scrunched up your face in this cute pout as you got on your knees to wrap your arms around Bruce’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Brucie. I won’t let Thor bully you.”

Thor was so giddy. 

Your breasts were so close to his face. “I thought you were supposed to call me Daddy?” He asked, looking up at you.

You got back on your knees your arms still around him. “Bruce! You’re so bad.” He could have done it. Just moved a little bit closer. Instead he froze again. 

At that exact moment. While you were waiting right there. For him to just move closer to you. To connect your lips. His fucking phone rang. He groaned, resting his head against your shoulder. He dug it into his pockets to answer it. “Fucking Tony.”

You retracted your arms as he got up to take it. You leaned back resting your ass on your heels. “What, Tony?” He said a little harshly into the phone after he’d made it into the hallway.

“Where’d you put my wrench?” He asked and Bruce could hear the clattering of things being moved in the background. 

“Seriously? This is what you’re calling me about?” Bruce laughed sarcastically.

“I texted you, but you never got back to me. I knew you three were out on your date thing.”

“It’s not a date, we’re just hanging out,” Bruce replied clearing his throat. “Why would you call it a date?”

“Yeah, whatever. Keep lying to yourselves. Anyway, where’s my wrench?”

It took a minute, but he’d finally found it and he was hoping he could get back to where the two of you were a moment ago. 

It didn’t even make any sense. He was a fifty-year-old man, he shouldn’t have even been trying anything with you. Yet there he was ready to risk it all. For as Thor kept putting it, twenty-five-year-old pussy.

Of course, though, Bruce had the worst luck in the world. Between the Hulk and that whole thing. Making Ultron. Yeah, he’d fucked up a few times. Apparently walking away from you was one because there you were with his one of his best friends making out with you just like how he was supposed to.

Thor pulled away from your mouth to start kissing her neck. His hand went to one of her breasts. You looked up at him with this troublemaker eyes. “I told you to be a man, Bruce,” Thor said, in between nips on your skin. “So, I’m showing you how.”

He could feel his face getting hot. Like the big guy was threatening to come. He didn’t want you to see him like that, but as you stood up you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“It’s okay. I have enough holes for the both of you.”

His jaw dropped, but he couldn’t respond as you’d already smashed your lips into his. Your mouths worked together. His hands stayed at his side as you pushed him back until he could sit on the couch.

You climbed on his lap. Straddling him as his hands went to your ass like it was an instinct. He could pretty much hear the Hulk actually giving him kudos for doing it.

“See how much better that is,” Thor said sitting next to the two of you as he started kissing your neck.

Bruce thought for a minute. He should be telling Thor to go away, but the fertility god was just trying to help him out. Maybe he could play and not really touch.

“Brucie,” you moaned as he started to trail down your neck with his lips.

“Been teasing me all night. Haven’t you?” He said, into your ear.

You nodded with a chuckle as you started to roll your hips against him. He moaned into your neck as he cupped the bottom of your ass. You gasped, “Daddy.”

His dick rubbed into you in the most delicious way. Fuck he felt so damn good. “That’s such a good girl,” Thor said, coming to sit the beside of you.

“Thor!” Bruce pulled away.

Thor rolled his eyes. “Stop making this weird.”

You laughed grabbing the man who’s lap you were currently on top of. “It’s okay,” you said in such a cute way, your body perking up.

He sighed before looking at Thor who started to kiss your neck again. You didn’t even give him a chance to think as you smashed your lips against his. It didn’t take long for that to become his focus.

One of them started to pull your shirt up making the other follow. You helped them as you pulled it from your body, lifting it over your head. They kissed the tops of your breasts as Thor reached behind to undo your bra. “Look at these beautiful fucking tits,” Thor said licking your nipple.

Banner went back up to your lips, grabbing your ass with so much more force. Suddenly Bruce stood up with you wrapped around his waist. Ended up dropping you so your back was against the couch. You squealed then laughed as he started kissing you again.

There was still enough room between the two of you to where Thor could fondle you and kiss your neck. Honestly you felt like a fucking goddess with the two of them worshipping you like that.

You started to undo Banner’s shirt needing so much more. He helped to undo the rest while you reached forward to unfasten his belt. He was quick to help so you could start to work off your own pants.

It all happened so quickly. Before he knew it the both of you were naked and you were ready for him to fuck you. “Please,” you whined.

“What do you want?” He asked.

“For you to fuck me.”

Just like that he slammed into you, not being able to wait anymore. Fuck it had felt so good. He’d been wanting to do this ever since you started coming around. All that pent-up sexual frustration.

The noises coming out of your mouth were perfect. He couldn’t believe he was finally inside of you. “Yes,” you moaned.

Thor had taken his dick from his pants as he watched the two of you. Bruce never thought he’d find himself here. Fucking you with his best friend stroking himself as he watched. It was probably hotter than any porn he’d ever watched.

“Harder,” you whimpered.

“Fuck her like a man, Banner,” Thor groaned. “Like the slut she is.”

“Yes,” you mewled.

Banner groaned before pulling out of you. “Turn over.” He demanded.

You did as you were told, flipping onto your stomach so your ass was in the air. He wasted no time in slamming into you making you yelp. “That’s good, Banner. Fuck her just like that.” Thor reached out to stroke your cheek. “You look so beautiful getting your cunt stuffed.”

You moaned looking up at the god with big doe eyes. The way you were biting your lip. Banner honestly felt intoxicated just from being inside of you. As he worked his hips back and forth while you worked back against him, he honestly felt like he’d died and went to heaven. Even Hulk was giving him props.

“That’s it,” Thor groaned as you finally put your mouth on his dick. As much as he was trying to resist it before, it was kind of hot to see you getting your face fucked by Thor as he fucked your pussy. 

“I’m gonna cum,” you moaned taking your mouth off of Thor. Bruce rubbed your clit making trying to coax it out.

You tightened around him. He honestly felt like you were trying to milk his dick. “That’s it,” he groaned. “Cum for me, Baby. Be a good girl and cum for Daddy.”

His words made you explode because you were not prepared for him to say anything like that. Banner pulled out of you helping you flip back over onto your back. He once again wasted no time to enter your overly sensitive pussy.

You scratched his back and he noted that it was probably his favorite feeling. The way you raked your nails up and down. “Oh, Daddy.”

“That’s a good girl,” he groaned.

Thor got on his feet so he could get access to your mouth once again. You turned your head, ready to serve. “Thor!” Banner groaned.

“It’s okay,” you moaned. “I like it. And, look at how pretty it is.”

“See, Banner. It’s okay.” Thor moaned feeling your tongue back on him.

Besides it felt kind of good to be this desired. As a woman of science there was something so hot about Bruce Banner fucking the shit out of you while your mouth was full of dick from an alien god king. This was like your dream come true.

Though hesitant at first, Bruce was finding himself enjoying seeing your mouth be used by Thor at the same time as he fucked you. The way you licked it like he was your favorite popsicle before taking into your mouth. He could tell you were having a little trouble me multitasking since you kept pulling away from Thor to moan.

“Fuck, Daddy!” You whined having to pull away from the other dick once again. Your head was swimming because it was almost too much, but you were determined to please.

“Ah, ah, ah, Pet, I didn’t tell you to stop,” Thor scolded grabbing the puff of hair on top of your head so he could push back into your mouth. Even at the strange angle you were sucking his dick like a perfect little cocksucker.

It honestly looked so good. Seeing you moan as you tried to keep up. Bruce’s mouth was practically watering as he looked down at your spread-out legs and the way you attempted to take his best friend down your throat. He wasn’t sure if you could because Thor was as big as he looked like he’d be. Then again seeing you choke on him sounded kind of hot.

Slobber drooled down your chin. You were making such a mess, but it looked like that had been exactly what you’d set out to do. Bruce had only seen blowjobs that sloppy in porn. “That’s such a good girl,” Thor groaned. “Look at that. Doesn’t she look so pretty like this.”

“So pretty,” Bruce grunted as he fucked you getting more on your body now. He buried his head into your neck as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

You were slurping on Thor’s dick and fuck you were so wet. How was your pussy so damn wet. “Been teasing me all this time, huh. How long you been wanting this? Is that why you applied for the internship? So, you could take my dick?” He angled his hips in a way so that he could go deeper. His cock surrounded by your spongy walls.

As much as you’d fantasizes a long time about him, you never thought it’d be like this. Fuck were you pleasantly surprised.

“Answer me, Honey,” he said, looking back up at you.

Thor’s hand was still gripped in your hair and he forced you off of him long enough for you to speak. Except at that moment you finally reached your breaking point cumming around him. You felt yourself milk his dick and all he did was keep fucking you. “Yes!” You cried. “Fuck me, Daddy!” You begged.

“Such a good girl,” Thor cooed before shoving himself back inside your mouth.

You moaned around him. All that spittle on your face. Bruce wanted to kiss you so bad, but considering your mouth was a little preoccupied he hesitated. It did look good, though. He glanced up at Thor who was mostly watching you take him like a good girl.

He noticed Bruce’s eyes on him before looking down at him with this slight smirk, shrugging his shoulders. As a god and until recently a prince, he had no shortage of lovers. This meant from different beings to whomever. Men or women or anything else. So, with the way Bruce was looking at him, he wasn’t really shocked.

Bruce on the other hand had only been with a handful of women. As Thor’s thick cock was just right there in front of him with your lips sucking at it, he felt like he couldn’t help himself as he leaned forward to lick what you hadn’t been able to fit into your mouth.

Thor hissed at feeling your mouth and his tongue now added. “Fuck,” he said under his breath.

You smiled around the dick in your mouth and pulled out with a giggle. “Daddy!” You squealed. Bruce blushed, pulling way. You leaned into him to connect your lips with his. He stopped moving and instead held you there. “It’s okay. I’m having so much fun.”

“Me, too,” he said, his face still red.

“Banner, it’s okay,” Thor said, rubbing the other man’s salt and pepper curly hair. 

Bruce found it more comforting than he even expected before lifting away from you so he could lick it again, tasting the saltiness. You moaned underneath him connected your lips to his neck. “Don’t stop, Daddy,” you whispered in his ear before nibbling along his earlobe.

He ground himself, starting to move his hips again. This time fucking you with slower, deeper thrusts. This tingle that had already built up inside of you grew more intense. He was working your pussy so fucking good. Then seeing him do that you could feel a new orgasm building up inside of you.

“Help me, Baby,” Bruce said.

Thor smiled because he was happy to see the teamwork. Besides two mouths were definitely better than one. “That’s it.”

“Fuck you’re gonna make me cum again,” your voice shook as you suddenly clung to him. This one was definitely going to be more intense. 

You squealed out your moans opening your mouth before biting down on your lip only for your jaw to drop again. You lip quivered into a pout while your brows tensed up. He couldn’t help it has he mesmerized the little details. Noticing how your eyes got so desperate looking. And it was for him. For what he was doing to you. Of course, you’d clearly enjoyed what Thor had done to your mouth, but he was the one fucking you into two orgasms one right after the other.

“That’s it, pretty girl, cum for Daddy,” he grunted because he could feel himself ready to also cum inside that pretty pussy. “Want Daddy to cum all in this pussy?”

You nodded, but you were so sensitive at this point because your orgasm was intense. Bruce quickly followed behind unloading into you. Tremors ran through your body as your eyes closed.

When Bruce looked down to see he immediately got off of you. “Shit, Y/N,” he said, he rubbed your cheek. “Hey, hey,” he talked to you ever so softly.

Thor got down next to you. “Sweetheart, are you okay?”

You wrapped your arms around him and he hugged you back tightly, kissing your temple. Bruce rubbed got down beside him, so he could rub your back. “I’m sorry. It was just a lot.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Bruce said. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No.” You laid back down as Thor kissed your forehead.

“Why don’t we go lay down?” Thor suggested.

“That’s a good idea,” Bruce said, grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles.

Thor carried you to one of the many bedrooms. Your legs wrapped around his waist; chin perched on his shoulder. Bruce trailed behind watching the glazed look in your eyes.

As Thor laid you down, he made sure the blankets were pulled over you before kissing the top of your head again. “Comfortable?”

“Mhm,” you answered contently.

“Need anything?” Bruce asked. “Water? Pretty sure we’ve been through most of the snacks.”

“Can you lay down with me?” You asked looking between them with big eyes and a pout. Thor grinned before getting in beside you, Bruce quickly doing the same. You got snuggly between them. Thor against your backside and Bruce in front of you so you could wrap your arms around them.

You were enjoying the closeness of them. They would kiss you softly wherever they could reach and traced their fingertips on your skin. All the affection was making you feel like you’d settled into his haze.

Thor tickled your side and you giggled trying to get closer to Banner. “Daddy, tell him to stop.”

Bruce chuckled and kissed your nose. “Is Thor teasing you, Baby?”

“I’m the tease?” Thor gasped. “I’m the one who didn’t even get to cum and somehow I’m the tease?”

You laughed. “I’m sorry.”

“You will be sorry,” he said, as he brought his hands further down over your butt, squeezing your flesh.

The jealousy Banner would have felt earlier was gone. Instead replaced with curiosity over what he could possibly do to her. The anticipation was making him hard all over again.

“Daddy!” You gasped; eyes wide as you looked into Bruce’s. “He’s touching me!” It sounded like you were trying to tattle and Bruce couldn’t help it as he laughed.

“Oh yeah? What’s he doing?” He asked with a smirk on his face.

Thor had lifted your leg up so he could stuff his large fingers into your cunt from behind. “His fingers are in my pussy,” you replied with a moan.

“Does it feel good?”

“It feels really good,” you whimpered.

Bruce chuckled as he pulled you in so he could kiss your lips again. Thor kissed your shoulder as you started to leak all over his fingers. “That’s such a good girl. Why don’t you ask Daddy if I can fuck this pussy,” he whispered in your ear, the bass of his voice sending shivers down your spine.

“Oh, Daddy, can I?” You asked.

“That’s not how you ask politely, Sweetheart,” Bruce scoffed.

You swallowed down a moan because fuck Thor was really working you over good. “Daddy, can Thor please fuck me?”

“Since you asked so nicely,” he said. He felt like he was drunk off of you. For once even Hulk was at peace.

Thor grabbed you making you face him as he kissed you greedily. You climbed on top of him straddling his waist. He grabbed your hips to lift you up and then eased you back down onto his dick.

“Oh.” Was all you could say. Your face felt hot all of a sudden. It felt like you were almost too full from him.

Bruce smiled at the dazed look on your face. You looked so beautiful. “How does it feel?”

“He’s so big,” you whimpered.

“You wanted a God’s dick baby,” Thor said beginning to move you up and down his length. “You have to take it.”

“Is it too much?” Bruce asked taking his hardening member into his hand because watching the two of you was so perfect.

“I can take it,” you whimpered through gritted teeth because you weren’t entirely sure you were telling the truth.

“That’s such a good girl,” Thor groaned. Fuck your cunt was tight. If you weren’t having such a hard time now, he would have been slamming in and out of you. Your pussy felt so damn good.

Bruce’s watched intently as the other man fucked into you. He wasn’t sure what had come over him tonight, but he doesn’t think there’s any coming back from this. “Fuck, Thor,” he groaned, “your dick is too big for her.”

“Is it too big for you, Sweetheart?” Thor asked. “Too much?”

“I promise I can take it,” you cried because you felt like you were gonna be split in two.

“You better fucking take it,” Bruce said.

Thor finally started to pick up the pace. You threw your head back, biting your lips, eyes squeezed shut with your eyebrows furrowed.

You looked so gorgeous like this and even though you’d just made Bruce cum in that pretty pussy he wanted to do it again. Thor had this smirk on his face because there was something so funny about this little human woman struggling to take him.

Thor looked at Bruce as he’d glanced over him and Bruce wasn’t sure what came over him as he pressed his own kiss to Thor’s lips. Thor always needing to dominate kissed the other man deeply tongues fighting against each other.

You finally opened your eyes noticing the change in Thor’s movements as he tried to keep up with both at the same time. You started to move your hips faster because fuck they looked hot together and even though it felt like Thor was going to break you, you needed it.

“Fu- fuck!” You yelped as your orgasm came through. Thor smacked your ass and laughed against Bruce.

“See I told you her twenty-five-year-old pussy would feel good,” Thor couldn’t help himself from saying.

“Thor!” Bruce groaned.

You stopped moving, a laugh wrecking up through your body. “What?”

Your night pretty much went the same way. Getting used by both men until you were completely tapped out. You fell asleep nestled between them as they whispered sweet nothings to you and surprisingly each other.

Bruce couldn’t believe the smile that was on his face. Whatever aftermath happens after this he could deal with it. As long as you and Thor were there. Well mostly you since Thor would have to go back to New Asgard at some point. 

—

“I don’t even know how she found out!” Tony complained to Happy for what was probably the millionth time.

The other man shrugged. “Maybe the kid let it slip?” He suggested as they finally came through the door. The both of them looked at each other as they saw the bowls of snacks around the floor and the only have drunken glass of wine.

And all the clothes.

“Who the fuck...” Tony gasped.

“I’ll do a sweep of the place,” Happy said already getting into protective mode.

Of course, Tony not being able to be patient wanted to see who the hell it was that had clearly had sex on his damn couch and didn’t even clean any of the evidence.

His jaw dropped seeing you in bed all safe and sound with Bruce. All of the irritation he felt was suddenly replaced with shock, but also relief because at least it was just Bruce. Besides he needed to get laid.

Thor came out of the bathroom at that moment, making Tony’s eyes widen as soon as he saw the god in all his naked glory. “Hi, Stark.” Thor greeted him with a grin as he went back over to the bed.

“I fucking called it!” Tony shouted, jolting the two of you awake.

You let out a scream before throwing a pillow to hit him in the face. Happy had covered his eyes because this was too much for him. “We’ll just wait outside,” he said, grabbing Tony’s shirt to yank him away.

“I knew it was a date!” He giddily yelled.

“Well, at least we don’t have to tell everyone because Tony is probably having Friday text everyone.” Thor shrugged, before scooping the both of you into his arms. Fuck, Tony. He was going back to sleep with his two small humans and then take them out for breakfast.