#i hope at least one of you sick bastards (like me) gets some enjoyment out of it

[cowboyemeritus]

goddammit i have to do EVERYTHING AROUND HERE

cw: evil vampire perpetua, violence, death (?)

You’re slowly coming to terms with the fact that you won’t be sleeping again tonight. A glance at the alarm clock on your nightstand tells you it’s nearing three; the witching hour, you think. The little red numbers mock you as you wallow under your duvet, mind racing in spite of your heavy eyes. With tour fast approaching, there’s just so much to do, and so little time to do it.

Fucking Marika and her fucking budgets. She’s worse than Imperator ever was.

Lying still with your eyes closed had been a fruitless endeavor, as had counting sheep. If the melatonin you took at nine was going to kick in, it would have already. You should have invested in some Benadryl the last time you were in town. Dementia seems a small price to pay for a decent night’s sleep.

You turn over for the umpteenth time. A lump of despair rises in your throat, lodging itself behind your windpipe. Your eyes begin to sting, and maybe a good cry is what you need. Devil knows you have a lot to cry about. Try as you might, though, the tears don’t come. You think about dead puppies, about work, about the economy — nada. All you get is that choking sensation and an increasing feeling of agitation. Why the fuck can’t you sleep?

Before you know what you’re doing, you’re throwing the covers off and flinging yourself out of bed. As you head for the door you grab the cardigan draped over your desk chair and shrug it on, though your blood runs hot. Without having to think, your feet carry you out of your dorm and through the vacant, darkened hallways, until finally you’re setting yourself down in the chapel pews. The cold air is a like a balm against your flushed skin, and you heave a sigh of relief, shutting your eyes and letting your head fall back. At long last, drowsiness begins to creep in. Sleeping here wouldn’t be so bad. It’s definitely not the most heinous thing someone has done in this ancient, unhallowed space.

You hear movement, and crack an eye open. Scanning the room, you find that you’re still alone. Must be a rat or something. You grumble, lying down on the cushioned bench. The least Frater could do is call pest control. It takes some effort to force yourself to relax, but eventually, you start to drift off again. You don’t know what it is, but there’s something in the air that makes you feel guarded, watched over. Perhaps it’s the Old One, here to personally usher you into Dreamland, a reward for all the hard work you’ve done in His name.

Just as you’re about to go under, your stomach suddenly drops. It’s not the typical falling feeling you sometimes get, but rather an immediate, profound discomfort, like someone’s poured cold water on you. You’re afraid to open your eyes, but they do it anyway. By the light of the moon pouring in through the stained glass, you make out a pair of long, slender legs. You jolt upright, only to be met by the visage of the newest Papa looking down at you, his white eye glowing like a cold star.

“Your Excellency,” you say, heaving a sigh of relief. “You scared me.” Perpetua cocks his head to the side, and you can’t help but feel like a lab specimen under his gaze.

“What are you doing up at this hour?” He asks, his voice oddly still. You could ask him the same thing. Uneasiness begins to gnaw at the inside of your belly, though you don’t know why.

You swallow, mouth suddenly dry. “I couldn’t sleep. I guess I’m just stressed about-” You don’t want it to sound like you’re blaming him for this. “Work stuff.” He nods, expression softening beneath the smooth, silver mask.

“I can sympathize.” Of course he can; he’s about to embark on a world tour, putting himself on display for hundreds of thousands of people. A long pause hangs in the air. “But you should really go back to your room. I’ve been told there are unsavory things that roam around here at night. It’s not safe.” Rumor has it that he was raised outside the Church, so ghouls and demons, creatures you’ve come to accept as part of daily life, are new to him. Though they look scary, they’re bound by contract to serve the Ministry, not to prey upon its members. No doubt this is Frater’s attempt at hazing his gullible, long-lost brother. You feel bad for him, but the naïveté is pretty cute. He extends a hand, and though he’s not wearing his gloves, you can’t miss how sharp his nails are. “I’ll walk you back?”

Your cheeks flush. Perpetua is new, exotic. Members of the Congregation have been vying for his attention from the moment he set foot on campus, though he’s largely kept to himself. You’ve been preoccupied with your work, but that hasn’t stopped you from thinking about the mysterious frontman either, wondering what he’s truly like under the mask, behind the veneer of Papal regality. Such a gesture tells you he’s a gentleman, a trait that definitely tickles your fancy. Maybe this is your chance.

“Oh, thank you, Papa.” You take his hand, flinching a little when you find it’s ice cold. He must be able to see the color in your face, because there’s an odd look in his eyes as he helps you up from the bench. It takes you a moment to place, nervous butterflies flitting around in your stomach when you realize it’s hunger.

The feeling is mutual.

You walk in silence, the clack of his boots against the tile the only sound between you. He’d let you go first, but you’d quickly slowed your pace to walk side-by-side, unnerved by the feeling of his eyes on your back. You suppose you’re a little starstruck; it’s hard not to be when the last few months of your existence have been consumed by preparations for his tour. The man lives rent free in your head, though you do get paid quite handsomely to think about him.

Blinking, you suddenly find that you’re standing at your door. You realize you can’t recall the journey back from the chapel, head a little fuzzy. What’s clear is that you need some fucking sleep, ASAP.

“This is me,” you say, reluctant to leave his presence. You regret not making small talk, trying to get to know him a little better while you walked, but you’re so tired you just weren’t thinking. If he’s been having the same problem as you, though, you’re sure there will be plenty of time to chat on another sleepless night. The thought is enticing, even if it means facing another bout of insomnia.

“Well, then.” He turns to you, taking your hand and pressing it to his frigid lips in a manner not unlike his third brother. You have to stifle a giggle. Perpetua doesn’t carry the dynastic name and is much more reserved compared to his predecessors, but he is undoubtedly an Emeritus. You didn’t think it was possible for your face to get any hotter, but it does, heartbeat thrumming in your ears. “Goodnight.” He keeps your hand for another moment, thumb brushing over your knuckles. “I’m sorry for the stress the Project has caused you, but your hard work hasn’t gone unnoticed.” His eyebrow turns up flirtatiously. “You haven’t gone unnoticed.”

You could faint. “Oh, Papa, I-” Scratching the back of your head, you huff out a sheepish laugh. “It’s an honor to ser-”

His mouth is on yours. It’s a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. Instantly, your back is to the door, his weight to pinning you there, and your surprised little squeak turns into a groan as he presses his body against yours. His tongue is already darting out to prod at your lips, and the boldness of it is so out of left-field, so not what you were expecting from him, but you really don’t mind. You consider it a privilege, being the one to unravel the mystery of the Fifth Papa, teasing out the parts of him he keeps so well hidden. It’s a lot to handle all at once, but it has arousal sparking in your gut nonetheless. 

As you let him into your mouth, you grope around blindly for the doorknob. When it opens, you stumble back into your room like you’re drunk, though Perpetua doesn’t follow, standing just outside the threshold. You shoot him a confused look, hoping you didn’t somehow misread his intentions.

“Y-you can come in,” you sputter. 

That’s all the permission he needs, striding into the room with a nod. It’s like the world around you dissolves, leaving only Perpetua, his roaming hands, and his claiming kisses. He has you backing up until your knees hit the bed, mouths disconnecting with a smack as you tumble down onto the mattress. Before you can get a breath in he’s climbing on top of you, seizing your wrists and pinning them above your head. Chest heaving, he slots himself between your legs, grinding his pelvis into your core. You let out a moan, hips bucking up to meet his. When you finally make eye contact, he looks rabid, pupils blown wide, curls of black hair escaping out from under the straps of his mask. He kisses you again, nipping at your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. You gasp, and at the same time he groans, cock noticeably throbbing against the apex of your thighs.

“Papa-” He silences you with another kiss, leaving a trail of them across your jaw and down your neck. Burying himself in the junction of your shoulder, he inhales your scent, shuddering. It’s like he’s suddenly become an animal, and though it stands in stark contrast to how polite he was before, it’s absolutely thrilling. Who would have thought an utter beast was lurking just beneath the surface? Perpetua plants his lips over your pulse, sucking and lathing his tongue across the soft skin there. Your toes curl, back arching off the bed. Of course, he knows exactly where your sweet spot is without even try-

There’s an overwhelming, piercing pain. It takes a few seconds for it to register that he’s bitten you, hard enough to puncture the skin. Instantly blood begins to issue forth, and he laps it up like a dog, a growl rumbling deep in his chest. The shock is paralyzing, and for a moment you just lay there, mouth agape but unable to make any noise. Then he sinks his teeth in deeper, shaking his head to open the wound a little more, and your entire body convulses beneath him. On reflex you gasp for air, and he releases one of your wrists to clap a hand over your mouth. You thrash around, screaming into his palm and pounding your freed fist against his back, but he’s deceptively strong and must have hit an artery, because your strength is fading fast. Perpetua continues to drink from you, letting out the occasional guttural noise, until you go slack, ears ringing and head light like air.

And more than anything you’re cold. So, so cold.

When he pulls away, his chin is dripping with your blood. Panting, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and it’s only now that you see his sharp teeth — his fangs — poking out from under his lip. The look in his eyes is sinister, wolf-like, and though you don’t feel much of anything anymore, a final pulse of fear races down your spine. He leans in again, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth, and it’s cruel how gentle it is. Then he rises from the bed, straightening out his suit jacket and adjusting the straps of his mask. He gazes down at you one last time, mouth twisting into a perverse little smile.

“Sleep well, darling.”

You do as he says, vision fading to black.

if Perpetua doesn’t tear someone’s fucking throat out in the new MV I don’t want it

[emi-writings]

sliding in your inbox to tell you i'm impressed by how much you write!! like wowie!! that's a lot of words!! :O

also also!! thank you dearly for the lovely fics you're sharing and i hope you're having a wonderful time writing them!!! ^-^ <3

Thank you so much!!!

I wrote these fics as a quick little thing for a close friend of mine. Obviously, while life shit happened right at the beginning of the Niki Nihachu Summer, that became something I really wanted to focus on. I wanted to create more content for Niki fans like myself who are kinda sick and tired of not being able to find any content for her because he tag is spammed with fics that have nothing to do with her.

Seriously, can people stop tagging things as Niki-centric when they're not Niki-centric?

But obviously that has put my tntduo content on the backburner, which probably wasn't great timing.

After everything that came out from the POS William Gold, a lot of people are obviously dealing with that news in different ways. For me, I nearly gave up writing entirely, and the fandom. That didn't happen, and I've reclaimed the character with a very fun redesign, alongside with headcanons that would piss William Gold off, but are canon compliant so that bastard can suck it. Wilbur was a really important vent character for me - while I'll probably never really write something the explores the abuse I've gone through, Wilbur is still an important character for exploring other things in my life. And I'm kinda sick and tired of abusive white men destroying things that are important to me.

So I figured that not only was my friend in desperate need of some tntduo content, but the tntduo fandom also probably was, so why not just blast out as many tntduo fanfics as I could? Obviously not everyone is gonna love my writing, but at least some fans will have a decent time and get some enjoyment.

I don't want the tntduo or c!Wilbur tags to be claimed by abuse apologists and misogynistic assholes. I'm not gonna let that happen. I want to keep doing what I've been doing. So you can all expect more tntduo content from me in the future!

That being said, I am still writing for the Niki Nihachu Summer event because damn, we need to get at least one of the female dsmp characters into being in the top ten characters in the dsmp tag, and it'll only take 4000 works, so I'm gonna be busy!

[noobsomeexagerjunk]

day 5 update of my first disco elysium run! semi-blind bc i got stuck and unironically started looking shit up to progress my game

(earlier details of said run can be seen here)

prefacing this that my Harry's signature is Inland Empire, the base general stat bars going by 4 for Intellect, 3 for Psyche, 1 for Physique, and 2 for Motorics. my man's been every idealogy except fascist, teetering the line between Sorry Cop, Boring Cop, and somehow the Superstar Cop copotypes.

i hope to give my first Harry a happy enough ending but I don't want to lose the cringefail energy too much haha, the game decides!

i'll make another post or reblog when i finish the day. or game. it's the end of the week i guess

politcally my Harry is pretty centrist & moralist but i'm playing him as someone who doesn't want to be but hasn't figured out where he really wants to stand. the amnesia and shame contributes to the indecisiveness. he does want to get better as a person and craves Kim's friendship. He and I dread the gilding of the Church of Dolores Dei

- Turns out exhausting all the dialogue options with Klaasje was the way to help me finally get through Titus. I can't believe my attempts to keep my Harry from discussing anything remotely reminding him of his drug addiction (for RP reasons) kept me from fucking answers. I'm making him braver now, but more tempted to take shit in again bc I've been playing him sober besides the health and morale medicines from Frittte and he is still f r a g i l e. I failed the Authority skillcheck thrice and at that point Kim fucking spoke for me, his patience is insane

- Did not cuss out the racist lorry driver enough. Espirit de Corps has convinced me of a truth I didn't need to be reminded of (shaky backbone). I need to make it up to Kim

- Losing my fucking mind, René fucking dies?!?!? does this happen after exhausting some dialogue options or is he destined to die on Day 5??? Gaston I'm so sorry, and to think you loved him dearly.

- Took René's uniform and I gotta be real I dress my Harry up in an unholy balance of aesthetic, rp, and stats. So I went around wearing the pants from René's uniform coupled with some RCM uniform, the gift from Lena (more powerful than that bastard tie) and those red shoes from the Church. Whenever I change I make some effort to kept at least one piece of the default outfit (and will stop doing that once my Harry picks a side) and my god. Only after asking around the fishing village for Ruby does Kim pull me aside to tell me I look like a fascist. Why didn't you tell me sooner, I would've done otherwise. I agreed to change and forgot I acquired that brown detective coat. I feel like I'll start changing my clothes less bc of the sick coat (except for necessary stat boost bcs failed skillchecks have been slowing me down so fucking bad man). Goes nicely with the detective hat Annette gives me

- I can't believe how incredibly loreblocking these failed white skillchecks are giving me, like i feel some shit would have been solved so much faster had i figured them out in day 1. Took me too long to finally get our anoid dance music enjoyers to move into the Church with our radio girl. shout out crab man tiago

- Found Ruby! Died in the encounter bc I forgot to replenish my health. Bless Autosave. Ran back to Frittte to literally replenish and dress up to pump my pain threshold stat (that i gotta be real, really neglected for rp purposes).

- Ruby offing herself caught me off guard and then it clicked that I have given no reason for anyone in town to trust me and Kim. Yeah fuck, she wanted to make sure we couldn't get anymore out of her. Klaasje Klaasje Klaasje...

- THE TRIBUNAL. I mean, stopping it at the pace I was at was impossible but did I really need to walk straight into it after watching Ruby die????? Fucking hell dude. Shoutout Inland Empire for warning me as we were a few feet away from all of it, I could change up into appropriate stat clothing. I got the warning about the tribunal at Day 2 and assumed it would be happening five days after said warning, not literally at Day 5

- Klaasje fucking left. I think I understand what people say when the skillsets aren't always right <- why bother to reason???? but my Harry still persisted, even after what happened to Ruby

- I heavily debated shooting Rudd, but I wasn't sure if an even 42% would do me favors. Kim sweeping in to shoot the bastard himself gagged me. Of course you took the lead here, your volition was always stronger than dear old Harry's

- Fuck me I get shot TWICE????

- BLESS BLESS BLESS my dear lieutenant listened to me and avoided getting shot too

- I've been playing on Psychological voice mode up til Day 5 where I switched to Full. Limbic System gives me the creeps

- I chose to survive. Thank you for being there, Kim. You deserve some rest too. What do you mean we jumped straight to Day 7

[hawks-soup]

A Day with your Friends

A/N: Baby’s first smuttle (and fic) please be gentle. Also this is based off @libiraki​ boys! She is a writing inspiration to me. 

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Degradation, Humiliation, Misogyny, Dubcon/Noncon. 

Pairings: Hawks / Shigaraki / Dabi x Reader

You should have known, really, you should have.. but it never failed to surprise you on how purely disgusting and sick-minded the people you hung around could be. Sure they were villains, murdered people, did petty small and large crimes, everything bad in the sense.. But you’d think being a part of their little gang would give you some relief from their behavior. Treat you with a bit of respect since you were team members ya know? “Pft Awee, c’mon doll we were just joking, don’t get your panties in a fucking twist!” Dabi rasped from across the room, snickers of delight joining his.

How wrong you were, but again, you knew and was used to it by now. 

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“It was just a little pinch doll.. Didn’t mean nothing by it, just having a bit of fun is all. Right Shiggy? Bird boy?” Dabi purred out to you, Hawks comments of agreement following suit and a grunt from the leader himself.

“Oh I’m sure she liked it.. Just too flustered to admit it. Wouldn’t wear such revealing clothes around us if she didn’t want us to touch her.” Came Shigaraki’s low tone, nursing the drink he was given by his two male partners, who’d already finished off theirs.

Now Dabi and Shigaraki were one thing to deal with together. If anything Shiggy dear would roll his eyes and just ignore his burnt partners jabs at teasing you, never caring to give him the satisfaction of knowing they were on good enough terms to help torment you.. But with Hawks joining the team and hanging around the two, it’s like Shiggy was opened to the idea that messing with you was actually pretty fucking fun with the two playing with you. 

So now, he joined in the fun of making nasty remarks and grabbing at you like they did. Pulling at your shirt, tugging your skirt up, pinching any exposed skin.. Really, you wish he’d turn back into the hermit that stared at you every once in a while he once was and leave Dabi to being the only one that preyed on you, cause at least by himself he got bored. Now there were 3 of them on your heels. And whenever you’d complain to Kurogiri - hell even AFO whenever you got the chance - they gave the simple answer of ‘boys will be boys, little one.’ They are dealing with that time in their life ‘no they weren’t, they weren’t fucking teenagers popping boners whenever a girl breathed their way’, and they aren’t doing much harm are they? It’s typical for a guy to pick on the girl he’s attracted to, let them be and just try to deal with it.

“Come on baby bird.. We didn’t mean anything by it, come back to us.. I’ll let you sit on my lap and we can have an exclusive fan meet right here~.” The perverted bird brained male purred. You could hear a whistle after it, and assumed Dabi. Hawks.. Was interesting. Sometimes he came off as that billboard hero and would show some compassion, but flushed it right down the toilet when he got too comfortable. Who would have known he was a gross pervert along with the rest? Making sexual comments and too comfortably rubbing at an exposed skin you could offer. And with the way Dabi egged him on, he started to cross boundaries like smacking at your ass, and on the worst of days, using his feather to pull down your skirt whenever given the chance. You could have sworn you heard a camera shutter, but the bastard was quick enough to put away his phone before you could press him on it. But still, you couldn’t help but keep your rose-colored glasses on to the fact he was your favorite hero.. Or at least your hero crush. While you didn’t like heroes, you had to admit you were like any other girl who saw an attractive guy that could give an award winning smile. A little star-struck you could say.

“Yeah doll, come sit on his lap. Aren’t you a fan? This is a pretty big offer here. Hell, I’ll let you even sit on mine after.” “As if. And if you three are done, I’d like to leave now.”  You made your way out the kitchen to ‘throw away some trash’, but was really an excuse just to get away from them for a moment without them stopping you. You didn’t dare go back over to them though, opting to stand against the doorway of the kitchen that peered into the living rooming where they all sat. They’d pressured you into joining them at Dabi’s place to ‘hang around’ and ‘get to know your favorite hero crush’, and in your naiveness of believing their words of letting you hang around and fan over Hawks - despite your working in partner of villain status - you fell prey to being trapped in the run down apartment with them making sure you didn’t escape.

“What?? Awe com’on we just got here! Don’t run away yet little girl.” Dabi gave a fake pout. “I promise we won’t touch you anymore, feather. Just come back okay?” That charming smile and soft pat to the empty space on the couch between the two of them after. Shigaraki has yet to speak, more so one to get handsy rather than talk the talk like the other two.

“I.. don’t know. Do you guys promise to behave?” “We promise dove, just come back.” “We’ll be good dollface, let’s get back to having fun.” Naive at best, you poor fool.

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Hands all over you, you just knew it would happen but it was your fault really for going back. Your shirt lifted up to expose your chest and skirt way over on across the floor after being carelessly tossed away. 

“You dress like this just to get us to notice you, don’t ya?” Too hot hands rubbing the pebbled nips as you were forced onto his lap, legs spread over his to leave you open for the rest.

“Fuck little bird, you always let them do this to you? And I thought I was special. Guess you are nothing but a common whore for us to play with like they say. You aren’t even in my lap, some fan you are.” Fake disappointment in his tone, but really he was enjoying rubbing at your clothed slit. Trying to wiggle his fingers into the sides of the fabric and get to your petaled flesh. Sitting right beside you both and pressed up as much as he could be. Shigaraki was near your legs - you could tell - breathing hard against your knee as his rough hand smoothed over your leg, the other rubbing your sock covered toes. “She’s nothing but a slut, bet she want’s to fuck her way to the top like the leech harlot she is. She’s always coming into my room, she wants me to do something to her.” He rasped, now licking at your knee with his wet tongue. He was drooling and it started to soak your socks.

“I’m just checking on you like Kurogiri as-a-AH! Stop!” Dabi’s fingers pinched harder, his other now yanking up at your panties to make them wedge into your pussy and between the lips. “Damn ain’t that cute. Bird brain, take a picture for me won’t you?” “Already on it my friend.. Fuck, you have a cute pussy. I can’t wait to use it. I bet you’re fucking tight, even with you being a little whore and all.” Shutters of the camera clicking every few seconds, telling he got a few and at different angles. His free hand spreading at your lips, tugging the tightened fabric over to the side, and even pressing his fingers to the entrance. Making sure to capture every move he made. “N-no guys seriously stop! I don’t wanna do this anymore! I wanna go home, please!” You cried, tears starting to leak down your cheeks the more violated and humiliated you felt. You didn’t like this feeling, your body may have been responding but god did this feel so wrong. You felt sick to your stomach.

“Don’t cry, aren’t you glad your favorite hero is giving you such special attention? You wear the cutest clothes around me, you wanted me to touch you.” “She wears these clothes everyday around us. She’s a little kitty in heat I bet. Besides, it’s your fault really. You should know better to hang around men all by yourself dressed like this.. Really, you want this I can tell.” Dabi purred into your ear, his grip and grabbing getting rougher now.

Your soft pleas of ‘no’s’ were ignored when you felt a finger dig it’s way deep into your slick heat. You cursed yourself for enjoying how the thick fingers explored and stretched you, deep humiliation bubbling in your tummy at their laughs and enjoyment from your embarrassment. You didn’t like this… You wanted them to stop and let you go. You needed a bath to wash away their touch.

“Your body knows what it wants. You’re such a dedicated fan aren’t you? You’re doing so good for me baby bird. Being our little slut, just for us only.” Hawks praise.. Felt so good. It ran shivers all up and down your body, causing you to mewl the more his big digits squished into your heat. Gods you couldn’t stop crying though, your brain knowing how fucked up this was. Even though your body felt pleasure, you still felt so dirty and wrong. The ‘stop’s’ and ‘no’s’ didn’t end though, your brain knew better than to give in to what your nerves felt.. This didn’t feel good, and you couldn’t help but turn away and shut your eyes, hoping for it to be over soon.

“Hey you fucking creep, be useful and hold the camera. Record her or something. Add some content to that spank bank you got on your computer, ya?” Dabi grunted behind you, bucking his hips up to steady you more firmly against his chest, causing that leathery bulge to buck against you. While one hand remained tormenting you poor tender tits, the other ran down to your cunny, rubbing at your little clit and adding more stimulation to the already thrusting fingers of Hawks.

“Fuck off asshat. Don’t got a spank bank..” Shigaraki mumbled from below, but snatched the camera from Hawks hand anyways and turned on the record function. Though even then he was still licking at your legs and rubbing his red-tipped member with his free hand, leaking pre-cum all over his hand and your foot. Was that camera truly angled? He didn’t know nor care, he just wanted to fucking cum. Assholes probably wouldn't send this to him anyways. “Better not be fucking shaky cause you can’t stop beating your meat, fucking virgin. Don’t wanna hear your desperate breathing either so keep it down.” Dabi teased, using his foot to kick at Shigaraki’s side with a laugh. And from the red tinting the pale cheeks, he knew he had gotten to him like always. “Fucking shut UP!” “What!? You’re the creep jacking it to her fucking feet when you got a perfectly wet cunt in your face! The hells wrong with you, ya’ nasty bastard?” 

“Can you both shut up and focus on that task at hand, giving my fan the spotlight. Looks like she’s close to… That right birdy? Gonna come for me… for us? You been dressing up like this to get our attention right? And now look at you, you got it and so much more~.” My how his fingers felt good, and you hated it. They had been nothing but perverted freaks towards you. Having their dirty gazes upon you and their hands fleeting on your clothes and body whenever you got within arm's reach of them. Only for your body to betray you in this way, what the hell was wrong with you..? Even with the rising knot in your stomach, you still hated the feeling.

“Come on sweet thing, let go for us.. Give us a show.” Dabi whispered in your ear, that that’s all it took paired with their stimulating fingers to ruin you. The spasm in your hips interrupts caused you to buck a little and gasp but cutting yourself off with the bite of a lip. You didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of hearing you cum along with seeing it.  “Nngh!” The feeling is unfair, unable to stop the jet of liquid that shoots out from in between your legs as you curl and uncurl your toes, trying hard to close your legs but your own body not allowing it. 

After having a moment to let your body somewhat settle, your hazy eyes looked down at the mess you made. Due to Shigaraki being in the line of fire, your fluids had gotten all over his face. He looked stunned for a moment, his body freezing up like a deer caught in headlights. You were a little worried that maybe he was angry, but once you felt the warm seeping into your socks you could tell he stiffened up cause he came… from humping your fucking feet. And to add onto it, your cum directly targeting him pushed him over the edge in a sudden pace he didn’t set.

Your eyes then flicker up to the two degenerates holding you at hearing the sound of coos, “Oh my, would look at that, little one just squirted.” Hawks teased, thankfully moving his fingers out of your sopping cunt onto your tummy, giving it soft grazes of affection. Dabi on the other hand wasn’t feeling as loving, giving you abused pussy a wet slap which caused you to jump. “Cumming all over him, and we’re the ones doing all the work.” Dabi tsk’ed, giving Shigaraki a sneer before kicking him again. “Enjoying it asshole? I hope you savor that, it’s the only time you’ll have a bitch squirt on you.” Which in turn caused Shigaraki to hiss at him and swipe at his leg that narrowly pulled away. He didn’t bother to respond though, not trusting his voice to come out without a stammer. He had to admit, the warm liquid on his face felt fucking hot, and after a quick swipe of his tongue, it tasted good.

All it took was for you to try to squirm your way out of Dabi’s lap to snap them all back to focusing on you. Shigaraki now dropping the phone to place both hands on your knees, Dabi’s rough hands finding your hips and digging into them, and Hawks gently grabbing your chin and pulling it to his direction. Those golden orbs hyper focused on you, almost like he was looking at a piece of meat. “Oh no where do you think you’re going feather? It would be unfair to not help us get off when we helped you. Come on, be a good little fan for me? I’ll even buy you something pretty after, for being such a good girl.”

You didn’t have a choice, you knew that for sure. All you could do is give a small nod before feeling warm lips pressed to yours. “Atta girl.”

[rouiyan]

𝘔𝘠 𝘗𝘜𝘊𝘒 𝘐𝘕 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘎𝘖𝘈𝘓 [ 𝘭.𝘥𝘩 ]

⧏ hyuck’s installment of the keep your cool collective ⧐

synopsis: you’ve decided that the boy in ‘66’ is yours.

✧ ice hockey player!hyuck x (fem.) reader x ice hockey player!jeno + best friend!renjun

✧ genres : fluff, minor angst ✧ word count : 2.3k ✧ disclaimer : swearing

✧ author’s note — finally my brain had the gall to pull through with this idea but i'm left with the realization that all my hyuck fics are just him simping for u.

hyuck internally sighs, his head ringing and ankles sore, as the buzzer goes off, signaling the end of the third round. he’s almost elated, even though he’s sure his team hasn’t won, by just the fact that the game is over. hyuck is by no means sick of ice hockey but lately, the mere idea of it drives him into exhaustion. as he turns to expect the disappointed stare of his coach, he’s surprised when he’s met with a halfhearted smirk. weird, the coach should know more than anyone how lazily this game had played out. but then, as an afterthought, he checks the scoreboard and realizes with an oh shit, that they were tied with the opposing team, somehow.

his line of vision is parting from the board when he makes unfortunate eye contact with the person entering the rink. your hair is pulled back with a pale pink scrunchie and your outfit is a certified mess of oversized hoodie and sweat shorts upon white sneakers. he can quite literally feel the heat that is quick to rush to his cheeks, unfailing to hide his flustered state. he knows he looks stupid but he still can't help but stare and ogle at new and blatant eye candy as she crosses the threshold into the cold space. half your figure is  now covered by the wall that separates the stands with the rink though it doesn't matter because he's still equally enamoured by simply your presence. 

"hyuck, why you staring at y/n?"

hyuck can only wince inwardly as he stutters out, "that's- that's y/n?" it seems unfair that renjun's been hoarding such a pretty specimen to himself. "like your best friend, y/n?"

"yeah, what about her?"

"br-bro, you never mentioned that she was pretty."

"hey, don't even think about it. you're the last possible person i'd set her up with. plus, she's with jeno, they went on a date after practice last time, remember?"

there's an underlying disappointment in donghyuck's tone when he's only able to produce a soft, "oh," because frankly he doesn't know why he's so worked up over someone who he's never even met and that's also dating one of his close teammates. amidst his confused trance, he almost fails to notice his coach call for a pre-game huddle.

he ends up tuning out most of it, now distracted by how jeno keeps glancing back at you and making funny faces, you returning them with the! cutest! little expressions he has ever had the pleasure to lay his eyes upon. the rest of the game is played out with enthusiasm on his part, even going so far as scoring in two more points. he's quick to doubt the truth but donghyuck knows that it's whoever that girl is in the front seats that's making him outdo himself.

the game ends and his team wins, claps and cheers at how the game had turned around in their favor, but donghyuck reverts into a sulky demeanor as soon as he's off the rink and into the locker rooms. he notices jeno, being quick and almost feisty with the other boys that are taking too long for his liking in hogging the showers. donghyuck assumes it has something to do with the (gorgeous, wtf) girl that's waiting on him for a date. hardly fair, he thinks, if only he'd met you earlier by chance, he knows he'd definitely have the ability to charm you out of your wits. after all, he's smart, his face is undeniably agreeable, his sense of humor is top notch, and well, what's not to like?

instead of getting closer to you as he so hoped he would, he ends up becoming more familiar with the routine disappointment, and yet delight, at seeing you show up after practices, games, and eventually, team gatherings outside the rink. he's okay with it, he thinks. but it becomes frequent, even, that you show up out of the blue, with the invitation from jeno, and he's starting to lose his cool when it comes to the simplest of interactions. being included in a conversation with you was no problem, as long as he wasn't talking. eye contact? bearable, but not for more than half a second. and the utmost unfortunate luck for the boy if you ever asked him to pass you a fork, or a spoon, or a goddamned napkin. 

he's not so sure anymore, one sullen night, that he could ever make you his, even if he was gifted the chance. when you're not by jeno's side, you're by renjun's, and if that isn't telling enough about how uncomfy you feel around everyone else, he wouldn't know any better. but even laying within the deepest, darkest parts of night, the screen on his phone displaying your more recent instagram post of you on jeno's back, a sun setting beach painted behind the two of you, he finds his heart yearning to know more about you. he knows you're not one to reach out, to make friends unless in a situation that calls for it, so he supposes now is as good as a time as any to shoot his shot, at being friends.

he braves himself for this hefty task. his breaths are ragged and his heart is already hammering a deep crater inside his chest at just the thought of following through with his plan. his fingers are shaking and his pupils are twitting at about the same pace and it appears that none of his bodily functions seem to be within his control anymore. but before he can press the button, his door is thunked wide open with a hard force, the handle even going so far as to lodge itself neatly into the wall that's now been broken through. donghyuck's mouth is hanging ajar but he's barely surprised to see that the culprit of such heinous and costly action is jeno. lee jeno. 

donghyuck makes swift and subtle actions to shove his phone underneath his pillow but when he takes a good look at the boy's face, he realizes that he didn't need to be so discrete in the first place. jeno's eyes are swollen, and not in the way that suggests he got into a big manly manly fight and came out the victor, but in the way that looks as if his three cats died, all at once, and he'd taken it upon himself to cry for each of their mothers respectively. 

the same eyes rove about the room before settling on the bed, his body following suit but moving as if it were part of another entity entirely. the mattress sinks down low with his body weight and he repositions himself so that he's laying down comfortably, his legs still hung over and down the side. donghyuck can hear jeno's ragged breaths, not unlike his own a minute ago, and he wonders what hell of a day the boy had had to render him into this state of numbed consciousness. but before he can even form the question that sits at the edge of his mind, jeno's voice reverberates lowly in the silence of the room.

"she broke up with me," donghyuck blinks purposefully, "something 'bout how she thinks she might like someone else, fucking bastard."

"is she the bastard?" donghyuck tries to disassociate his feelings from his words and come across as...helpful in lifting his friend's mood.

jeno chuckles, "no, hyuck, she's not the bastard. bastard's the guy who has her heart. i'm glad she told me though, she's never been one to hide things."

"yeah, would've been worse if she dragged it on, huh."

"yeah, a lot worse."

donghyuck's voice almost gets caught within the confines of his rationality, "did she tell you who he- the bastard is?" he sighs inwardly, knowing that this was none of his business whatsoever, but the desire to know seeps into his thoughts. 

jeno sighs as well, "no, not really. she said it was some boy on the team though, might even be you now that i think about it."

"oh," is, yet again, the only thing he is able to produce. 

the new revelations seem to give life to donghyuck. the mere idea that there's a possibility of interest in his direction is something that he thrives off of. mundane tasks like washing the dishes are now enjoyable hobbies, no actual brain work, head empty, thoughts of you exclusively. when it comes to practice, you're no longer there, your presence reduced to hushed talk between the boys and renjun, asking him if you really are the reason jeno's been so out of it, letting easy pucks into the goal left and right. hyuck is relieved, though, that he gets a break, a step back to rethink his crazed emotions. maybe it really was just simple infatuation. maybe it was just because he hadn't gotten laid in awhile. or even just the fact that he's been hanging out with the boys too much and that the first girl he set his eyes on in days ultimately became the protagonist to his daydreams. hell, he is especially glad that you decided it wasn't worth showing your face at the rink for the time being for jeno would've been downright devastated.

that whole paragraph of feelings is bluntly disregarded and thrown off track as he enters the corner cafe a few blocks down from his house and is met with you waving your hand excitedly at him and motioning for him to sit with you. he doesn't hesitate, of course, but makes sure he takes slow and deliberate steps to the window booth you're sitting at just to make sure he at least gets in four deep breaths before he is inevitably subjected to not breathing in your presence.

"hyuck, it's been awhile, i hope this doesn't make you uncomfortable or anything," your face morphs into an expression of realization as it hits you that calling him over was entirely to satisfy your own hopes and dreams. the boy sitting across from you, smiling lightly, might as well be feigning a pleasant disposition, grossed out by the girl that dumped his friend just because she thought she was interested in someone else. by the end of this thought, your voice is reduced to a timid pitch, "you can leave if you want, it's all good."

"actually, i think that it'd be more uncomfortable for you if i left." he feels his heart constrict at the sight and the knowledge that his words enlightened your composure. you take it upon yourself to start some light conversation, not wanting to disclose the reason you'd called him over in the first place just yet. your heart picks up pace, rivaling hyuck's own, and you can't help but think of the sheer likeliness of the luck you'd just encountered. just as you decided to brave up for once and not take advantage of your best friend setting you up on one too many blind dates that were just, too artificial for you, the boy whom you had taken a liking for had shown up before your eyes, breezing through those glass doors as if it were a sign for you to just take charge. 

"and i was telling him-"

"are you free friday?"

"what? oh, what?!"

"i'm asking if you're free friday."

"i- i mean yeah, i have practice at three, but i'm free afterwards."

"let's grab dinner together then."

"oh shoot, okay, like with the boys? 'cause i could ask them if they're down."

"no, i was hoping it could be just us. like a date."

"so, hold the fuck up, you're asking me out on a date?"

"yeah, why…? am i not allowed to do that? is going out on a date with me gonna break bro code or something?"

"n- no, nothing like that. it's just...you can't possibly be serious."

"oh, trust me, i'm dead serious."

"...holy shit, i'm in."

donghyuck fucks up big time at practice, his cheeks are way too hot and he's sweating gallons per second. his jaw is clenching and unclenching in hopes that the action might make him a little more attentive while on ice but instead, he finds his eyes roving over to your figure in the stands far more often than he'd like to admit. he thinks, no he hopes, that jeno is okay with the fact that you're not here for him but rather the 'boy on the team' he'd unknowingly referred to a few months back. hyuck knows, though, that renjun is definitely not okay with it, the aforementioned boy throwing just as many glares at hyuck as hyuck's many glances towards you.

practice is over long after he hoped it would be but you're patient and supportive nonetheless. his eyes crinkle and his smile widens as you sidle into him for warmth in the cool air of the ice rink. hyuck solves this by removing the hoodie from his own, accustomed body, and gently tugs it over your shivering one. he thinks he handles the wave of adoration that consumes him pretty well, even able to ease the corners of his lips down a tad bit. "you're cute," you pull at his cheeks and suddenly things are not so easy to handle. 

donghyuck does eventually get used to all the sneaky shit you pull just to get his ears red and shy smile blossoming, but he knows he'll never get used to the sight of you in the stands, adorning his spare 66 jersey with everything else fading, and fading further away until it's just you and him, and him and you.

copyright © 2020 rouiyan all rights reserved.

✧ end note — i hope you find someone that holds you in such high esteem as hyuck does in this fic, i'm sure you deserve it <3

[profoundpidgeon]

✨Haikyu Headcanon(s) of the Evening! ✨

Author's Note: These are just lil' roomate headcanons I came up with cause I just wanted some so I decided to make some! Anyways this is a part 1 out of 2 (I think and hopefully) and as always I hope y'all enjoy! 😊 ~Pidge

Miya Atsumu:

• God this chaotic bastard where do I even start

• Well let's just say you were looking for a roomate and stuff and welp he took the opportunity and idk why but you accepted him (I guess he checked all the boxes for you congrats🎉🎉🎉)

• Now actually LIVING with him can either be a pain in the ass or quite enjoyable

• He gets up at a decent time, early for volleyball (maybe 7-8am) but SLEEPS IN when he doesn't have to go. (I believe like 2-3pm at times) one time you thought he was dead and almost called the hospital, he almost smacked you for that 🤣

• I see him as not being the apartment that often cause of volleyball but he'll be in the apartment just to chill or just to annoy ur ass if he's bored.

• HE WOULD LIKE TO HAVE DESINGNATED MOVIE NIGHTS!!! he also might invite ya know bo, hinata and sakusa but there's sometimes where he just wants to chill with u~

• I believe he's not really a good cook and you would have to make most of the meals or at least remind him to have a decent meal once in a while (if your not a good cook welp... y'all will suffer together I guess)

• He'd be snacking CONSTANTLY I👏SWEAR👏 (This is why ya gotta remind him to have decent meals all the time). I mean there will be nothing in your pantry. It's a literal compition that he wins most of the time to who gets the last packet of pocky. Smh 😑

• I feel like his room would be half messy and half not? Like there would be clothes on the floor but he would make sure to make his bed and his dresser would be a bit messy but not too messy. (Ya know? I hope you get it cause I'm not changing it)

• Please give this man the head pats before volleyball practices (he'll find it cute and if you look close enough you might see him ~blushing~)

Bokuto Koutorou:

• YES ITS TIME FOR MY FAVORITE HIMBO!!! god I LOVE him

• Such a caring man AND WITH SO MUCH RESPECT WHAT DID WE DO TO DESERVE HIMMM

• anyways

• I hope y'all were friends before you decided to move in together PLEASE SAY YOU WERE (well too bad, I'm the writer, you got no choice in the matter)

• He takes afternoon naps... end of headcanons (no but really when u come back from school or work and he's home before you, you can sometimes hear a soft snore from the couch and you just decide to put a blanket on top of himmm)

• On the contrary of Atsumu, I think he'll be a great cook! I think he'll know how to make 3-4 meals very VERY well and present them to you and be so proud of them. He'll puff out his chest and everything (gosh he's making me so proud just writing this)

• He might once in a while ask you politely if his friends can come over and might borrow the apartment for a while (you'll be out till they leave but hopefully you don't mind)

• If he comes home and he's in his emo mode, you either 1. Call Akaashi or 2. Make him soup and build a blanket fort (it will either be chicken noodle or just some comforting soup... anything to get this baby happy again 😊😊😊)

• This may or might catch you off guard (depending on how close y'all get) but he may ask for random hugs. Just for the sake of it and because I believe he's touch starved and craves physical affection.

• Even tho I said before that he might politely kick you out if he wants to have the home/apartment for the bois, at least PLEASE have some games of chaotic Jenga with them like COME ON (I play chaotic Jenga with my friends all the time and hoooo boi)

• Like Atsumu, he deserves the head pats too! I believe there will be a lot of physical touch/affection in your relationship and it's just so sweet! GAH Y'ALL ARE ADORABLE!

• Anyway, Bokuto Koturou would make a great roomate... MOVING ON

EDIT: Damn I forgot to add that he'll probably join in if you decide to paint your nails. Alright now let's continue!

Sakusa Kiyoomi:

• ngl idk how you became roomates with him but congrats 👌👌👌(I guess by pure chance I guess??? ) anyways...

• Y'all would have assigned cleaning chores of course. If you're having a bad day or not feeling good, he wouldn't mind doing your chores for you and taking care of you.

• Ya know I feel like just doing a puzzle with him so y'all might have some puzzle nights and try to challenge yourselfs after each one you complete.

• LOVES TEA. Will recommend tea and different types of tea to you. Will bring different types of authentic teas into ur apartment and y'all can rate teas together! 🍵🍵🍵

• Not that affectionate but will accept words of affirmation. Really does appreciate a 'thank you' and a genuine compliment once in a while.

• Will remind you to wear a mask outside ALWAYS, he doesn't want you to get sick what can I say?

• Even if it might not look like it, Sakusa does care about you. He will give you those gentle reminders to drink water and eat everyday, say lil' thank yous' here and there and genuinely respects as a person.

ANOTHER EDIT CAUSE I CAN'T CONTAIN MYSELF APPARENTLY: But ALL of them would in some way sing in the shower:

Atsumu and Bokuto just BELTING without any care or regret (especially bokuto, some of you've seen tiktoks)

And I feel like for Sakusa he would either silently hum or either have a mini conversation with himself (like a lil' podcast or somethin' 😂) ALRIGHT IM DONE IM DONE

Another author's note: This already seems romantic but I meant it in a platonic way. When I make both parts keep in mind the the relationship is platonic! (Don't worry I might make a part where they go from roomates to lovers if I can gather the brain power 😂)

ANOTHER AUTHOR'S NOTE! :

https://profoundpidgeon.tumblr.com/post/642970351801958400/haikyuu-headcannons-of-the-evening

HEY LOOK! I MADE A PART 2! I hope y'all enjoy! 💖💕💖

[depressedkakashihatake-fics]

I’m Not That Short

Hatake Kakashi/Maito Gai

1615 Words

A jokester.

Gai thought he was a jokester. It was going to be his new career and he was going to make everyone in the world laugh because he was so damn funny. No one would be safe from his perfect, hilarious jokes.

He’d change the world with just how funny he is.

“You look upset, Rival,” Narrowing his eyes, Kakashi glared over at his friend from his hiding place under the tree. Having removed himself from the small group of friends that had gathered there that morning he hoped to avoid any further commentary from Gai. Apparently his plan was not going to work. “Do you not like our plans to go out to Ichiraku Ramen for lunch? It’s ok if you’re worried about sitting on the stool, I’ll help you up.”

The small group burst into laughter, and Kakashi’s rage only grew.

“I’m not even that short!” He snapped “Genma, Ebisu shut up! You’re both the same height as me!”

“Are you sure about that, Rival?” Gai took a moment to look between him and the two men currently holding onto each other's shoulders to keep themselves standings. “I don’t think you’re right at all. Genma at least comes up to my chest.”

Genma doesn’t even argue with Gai over the jab even though he’s clearly only a few inches shorter than the bastard, just like Kakashi. Instead, he actually falls over laughing.

At least he was having fun with this. Kakashi certainly wasn’t.

“Come on,” It takes a considerable amount of effort not to crawl out of his skin when Gai shows up directly in front of him. He wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to just how fast Gai was. “If you’re nice I’ll even let you sit on my shoulders during the festival tomorrow so you don’t miss anything all the way down there.”

“I am three inches shorter than you!” He finally snapped, surging forward to tackle Gai to the ground. There was no intent to hurt behind the tackle, which is probably why Gai let him get away with it instead of slamming him onto his back right away. “Quit it with the short jokes!”

For a second he thinks Gai might actually listen. There’s a soft look of contemplation, and even remorse for a second.

Only a second though, and then it’s gone and Gai’s right back to where they started.

“My papa always said the shorter a person is the angrier they are. Such a tiny body can’t hold that much anger i guess, so you just have to let it out more than us taller people.’

Why was he friends with this asshole again?

Oh, right. No one else liked him as a kid and this was his punishment. Putting up with endless ‘short jokes’ for the rest of his life.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------- Quiet.

Peace and quiet after a long, grueling day of endless D rank missions with his team. No Naruto screaming in his ear, or Sasuke pouting in a corner somewhere, or Sakura trying to desperately prove that she is the only normal person on their team.

Just him, his book, and the sound of the wind in his ears.

“Rival!” Scratch that. Peace and quiet was simply not something he was going to get today. “I almost didn’t see you there, you're so tiny. Have you shrunk?”

How was it that Gai, his best friend in the whole world, the man that he would throw down his life for, was so damn annoying?

“Don’t you have students to go teach?” He asked through clenched teeth.

“The three of them have decided to spend some time bonding as a team over lunch,” Gai dismissed his comment with a shrug of his shoulders and a smile that’s all too innocent for the man who just said hello with a short person joke. “I was going to do laps around Konoha before going for lunch myself, but now that I’ve found you we should do a challenge.”

First a short joke and then a demand for a challenge?

Gai really was pushing his luck today, but Kakashi could do that. He rarely ever got snippy during their challenges so maybe he’d get a break from the short jokes today. It would be the first time in a week he wouldn’t have to hear one of them leaving Gai’s mouth every five minutes.

“Fine,” snapping his book shut he reached back and carefully tucked it away in his pouch. “What kind of challenge do you want today?”

Gai’s eyes lit up and Kakashi knew right away that he was in trouble, but at least he wouldn’t have to hear any more short jokes for a while. Plus he did have to admit that Gai looked kind of cute when he was excited.

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“How’s the weather down there?” Looking up, Kakashi glared at the arm now awkwardly positioned on top of his head. How was that even comfortable for Gai? He had his arm wedged up at such a weird angle just to pull this joke off.

Kakashi would at least give him points for dedication.

“It’s fine,” he reached up and shoved Gai’s arm away from his head. “You’re blocking my sunlight.”

“Right, sorry,” Taking a step back, Gai beamed when Kakashi raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing?”

“I was reading,” emphasis on ‘was’. He never got to keep reading when Gai was there. His friend demanded too much attention when they were together and these days he wasn’t one to deny Gai. Not when he had such a pretty smile whenever Kakashi was acknowledging him. “Let me guess, challenge?”

Gai shakes his head ‘no’. A surprising response considering they haven’t had a challenge in a few days.

“Then what would you like?”

“I was thinking about lunch,” Pointing towards the market nearby, Gai’s smile only grows. “We haven’t had a chance to just sit down and relax for a while. Maybe we can have a challenge after.”

Well at least he knew Gai wasn’t sick. He’d never turn down the chance at a challenge unless he was feeling under the weather, and even then he’d try to push himself to ‘test his boundaries’.

It rarely worked out well for him on those days.

“I could go for some Miso Soup,” he agreed, suddenly noticing that he was feeling hungry. Maybe he should have gone out for lunch with his team when they offered, but then he’d be stuck eating Ramen. Again. “The usual place?”

“That sounds like a grand idea,” Gai agreed with that stupid beautiful smile of his. The one that made Kakashi melt in his spot and brought up the weird urge to just kiss it off of his stupid happy face. “Do you want me to give you a piggyback ride there? I know it’s tiring running around on such short legs all the time.”

Ok, maybe he didn’t want to kiss him after all.

“I hate you,” Gai’s arm came down around his shoulder and pulled him right up against his side. “I hate you with the burning passion of youth.”

“Not quite what the springtime of our youth is for, but I'll give you points for trying,” Gai chuckled. “Race you to lunch?”

Challenge after food his butt.

“Fine,” shoving himself away from Gai, he couldn’t help but smirk when an idea came to mind. “Loser has to pay for lunch.”

Not the most creative punishment he has ever come up with, but he always liked getting a free meal out of his friends, and Gai wasn’t as weak to compliments as Tenzo.

“Agreed,” Gai nodded his head, getting into position beside Kakashi. “3...2...1…”

“When I win you have to kiss me.” Kakashi threw out just before Gai said ‘Go’ and burst forward to start the race, unable to stop himself from laughing when he looked back to see Gai standing there with wide eyes and a stunned look on his face.

“W- Hey!” Gai scrambled forward, desperate to catch up to his rival.

Personally, Kakashi didn’t hold out much hope for actually winning the race. Gai was faster than him at the end of the day so it would make sense for him to catch up and even surpass Kakashi with each.

But the thought of getting to finally kiss that handsome face because he won a race to lunch?

Well, that made all of the ‘short jokes’ he’d put up with over the last few months a little more bearable.

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Lunch had not happened.

Not that the two of them hadn’t actually wanted to get lunch. Even now Kakashi’s stomach was growling angrily at him demanding food, but he had so much better things to do. More enjoyable things to spend his time on.

“We really should get some food,” Gai’s voice is beautiful post sex. Intoxicating, even. If he wasn’t already completely drained of energy he would jump Gai all over again. For now though all he could do was press another gentle kiss against Gai’s collarbone. “Are you too tired to move, rival?”

“Well, you know how it is,” Laying his head down on Gai’s chest he closed his eyes and listened to the light thump of his heartbeat. “Us short people have less space to store energy, so we run out quicker.”

He’s not sure he has ever heard Gai laugh louder than this moment and it’s absolutely beautiful.

A hand settled in his hair, and the feeling of fingers gentle combing through the short silver strands sends shivers down his spine. There is no place he would rather be right now. No place that feels more at home than here in Gai’s arms.

[kyouxa]

Diabolik lovers Chaos Lineage: Shu Sakamaki (Story 14 + CG)

In terms of the gameplay: The black choices lead up to a bad ending, the white choices lead up to a good ending. Please no reposting onto other sites, ask me before translating this into another language too!

Place: Scarlet mansion — Living room

Shu: Ngh!

Kino: You know you can’t win with a brute force approach, right? Ha!

*Kino throws dagger*

Shu: Nn… ! I’ll make sure to fully deal with you exactly that way then.

Monologue

Kino-kun has been magnificently defending himself against Shu-san’s raised sword, and the space he created while doing so was used for him to counterattack with another dagger.

However, Shu-san was luckily able to step outside the danger zone Kino-kun’s attack created.

While I watch both of them fight, I secretly pray for them to stop, and yet none of both sides shows any sign of giving up.

Place: Scarlet mansion — Living room

Kino: Kch… you’re unexpectedly good… but how will you dodge this one!?

*Kino throws another one*

Shu: Your movements are monotony.

Yui: (Good, he avoided another attack… !) 

Kino: Don’t act so full of yourself. Just because you’ve been sleeping everyday, you shouldn’t act so surplus with your strength...

Shu: Seems as if you’re slowly getting anxious. You mustn’t be good at proofing your strength, are you?

Yui: (Both of them seem to have equal strength, but they also seem to slowly run out of breath…)

(However, I still know Shu-san has at least some superiority. If he continues to fight in this state… !)

Kino: Tch… he’s really unexpectedly strong...

…That’s it. I think I came up with a good idea.

Yui: (Eh… Kino-kun… why is he looking over here now?)

Shu: ...Don’t tell me

Kino: I’ll make sure to take the most important thing from you first then!

*Kino throws dagger*

Yui: Kyaaa!?

(The dagger is flying right over here!!)

Reiji: Damn it!

Shu: Fuck!

*Shu protects Yui*

Shu: Are you alright… ?

Yui: Shu-san… !

Kino: Fufu… that’s no good. You make it even easier for your rival to get a chance!

*Kino throws another dagger*

Shu: Ngh… !

Yui: Shu-san!

Kino: Fufu… you still don’t have enough? I’ll deal with your wretched self until you can only crawl then! 

*Kino throws two more*

Shu: Aghh!

Yui: Ahh, stop!

*blood drops*

Shu: Don’t… worry… it just cut the side… of my arm a little...

Yui: ...Nn! You’re obviously lying to me… Nn, you’re also clearly losing a lot of blood right now… !

Kino: Yes, Yes. And you even were close enough to finally receive your highly wished checkmate!

*Kino throws two more*

Reiji: Kch… !

Yui: Reiji-san…

Reiji: I am terribly sorry, I can barely protect you with my hand already being at its limit. I do not know whether or not I can repel them all...

As we are right now, we are the same as hostages. This place is now completely under his control, it allows Kino to aim for us at any point.

Yui: Nn, then the inside of this room is—

Kino: Have you considered escaping from here? If you’d like to get covered in a concentrated fire of daggers, why don’t you try it?

Yui: ….. ! You’re playing an incredible unfair game!

Kino: Whether it’s unfair or not, I wouldn’t want someone to cause a disadvantage with protecting another, while the others are on the wage of war.

It’s not difficult to understand that your brothers are merely hindrances for yourself now too, you should be aware of that by now, huh?

Shu: ...They’re a hindrance? Don’t be stupid...

I’m only here to fight you, for the sake of protecting those guys!

*Shu stabs Kino*

Kino: Aghh!

Yui: (He caught up to the distance Kino-kun created in an instant… !)

Kino: Ngh, how dare you do this...

Shu: You can’t only win with your pathetic sword technique. Even if I’m simile to a hostage that you can damage,

You should give up on clinging onto those useless delusions about being the successor to this old man’s powers.

Kino: Useless… ? What has been useless about it!?

What does a blessed person, who naturally has everything in his life, understand about any of this anyway… !?

You, who always had sheltered upbringing, and never experienced disgrace put over yourself!!

*Kino activates something*

Shu: Nn… !

Yui: W-What’s that!?

(Some sort of semi-transparent light is surrending Shu-san’s position)

*Shu falls over*

Shu: Ngh… you… what did you surround me with… Nn

Kino: This has been created by the church, it’s a magic spell that summons a talisman to catch a vampire while being chased.

Once a vampire is confined within this power, he’ll lose the strength to move.

I’ve been saving this in case of an emergency, since it’s limited to only be used once.

Shu: Why are you even possessing this sort of thing to begin with...

Kino: Who knows? This shouldn’t be worth worrying about now anyway, right?

Even if you try struggling with this magical spell on you, you won’t be able to pass through this barrier until a certain amount of time has passed.

Right now you’re as unable to move as a dartboard getting hit with darts!

*Kino throws dagger*

Shu: Aghh!!

Yui: No, stop it! Shu-san!

Reiji: Shu!

Shu: Nn… don’t come closer, Reiji!

That guy just waits to be able to aim for you as well… so don’t move an inch from over there.

Reiji: Kch… but!

Kino: Look, Look, I wonder how many you can take? I won’t allow you to die so easily on me, ha!

*Kino throws another one*

Shu: Ah… !

Yui: No! Stop it!!

(Shu-san’s whole body is completely stained with his own blood already… he’ll be killed if things continue to go like this!)

Ayato: That guy… why is he so desperately fighting, while also risking his life to protect us… ? 

We’re enemies, and yet this shit doesn’t make sense.

Yui: ...Because you’re siblings...

Ayato: Hah?

Yui: I know you argue with each other every now and then, and I’m also aware of all the things that have happened in the past to you.

*Yui starts crying*

Yui: But, still… even if not all of you are related by blood, you’re still siblings...

Shu-san doesn’t want to lose anyone who's dear to him anymore… ! 

Ayato: ...What are you crying for now… ?

Subaru: Siblings that aren’t related by blood...

*weird sound*

Subaru: Ngh, kch… !

Yui: (Eh… ?)

*weird sound*

Ayato: Fuck… ! What’s this… Nn

Reiji: What is the matter with them!?

Yui: Now that you say it, everyone is… ! 

Shu: Shit… this barrier… sucks…

*Shu tries moving*

Shu: Ngh…

Kino: Hahaha! Must be awful to have no control over your body, but serves you right!

C’mon, will you be even more worn out when I send another dagger flying your way? I wonder if you’re able to avoid it this time!

*Kino throws another dagger*

Shu: Aghh…

Yui: Shu-san!!

(If this continues, Shu-san will…)

(I don’t want… I don’t want to see Shu-san get any more injuries than he already has… !)

Kino-kun… ! Stop this already!

Kino: You want me to stop at the most fun part of this all?

Moreover, it’s useless screaming. It already has been settled that this guy has lost this game.

You can’t do anything else other than stay silent, and continue to watch the show.

Choices

1) We won’t give in yet (white)♡♡♡

2) Please stop this (black)

— We won’t give in yet♡

Yui: This hasn’t come to an end yet...

Shu-san would never lose to anyone who only plays this sort of dirty tricks… !

Shu: ….. !

Kino: No matter how much of an idiot you are, can’t you see that I’m the winner of this?

Now that I’ve brought down Shu, I can finally become the king… I can finally become his successor. And I won’t let any of you be a hindrance in my way any longer.

Yui: That’s not true! I know Shu-san would never lose to someone like you. I know because he promised it to me...

That’s why I’ll keep believing in Shu-san, even if it’s until the very end… !

— Please stop this

Yui: Please stop this! If things are continuing as they’re now, he’ll die!

Reiji: Wait!

*Reiji grabs Yui*

Reiji: Did you forget the promise you have made with Shu?

Yui: Reiji-san…

(That’s right… I promised to believe in Shu-san, even if it has to be until the very end)

Shu-san… !

I still believe in you being able to win this, Shu-san!

Shu: Ahh… Thank you.

end Choices

Kino: Aren’t you sick of not being able to stop that farce by now? It’s really starting to annoy me.

I’ll make sure to crush your hope and aspiration all together then. You’ll witness all of it before your own eyes.

*Kino pulls another dagger*

Yui: (Nn, another dagger… Shu-san, please avoid it!)

Shu: Tch…

Reiji: No way… he cannot possibly stand up in his current condition… !

Yui: Such...

Kino: Now, let’s officially get rid of this pitiable appearance right in front of everyone!

???: Stop it!!

Yui: Eh…

Kino: Huh… ? Just now, who?

Ayato: Finally snap out of it already. You can’t just do whatever pleases you...

Shu: Ayato… ?

Ayato: What are you doing, man!? Hurry and get up!

Bastard, what sort of an elder brother acts as if his self-importance is worth being thrown away even after hearing this!!

Yui: ...Huh…

Shu: You remembered… 

Yui: A-Are you sure?

Ayato: I sure am! When I saw that dull guy during the time I was worn out, it came together in my head...

I honestly got no idea about what’s going on or whatsoever. But even if I don’t, I seriously won’t forgive you if you lose!

Hey, Shu! Stop pitying yourself already, that’s an order!!

Shu: Ayato...

Kanato: That’s right, I’m very much close to losing my patience too. Didn’t we all refuse to come to this place to begin with?

Although Reiji was the one arranging this plan, why is it that such a thing happened… how unforgivable.

Laito: I at first thought skipping this sort of event, may end up being enjoyable. But I don’t feel like taking part in this game anymore.

Come on, big brother. Do your best for the sake of your younger brothers, okay?

Shu: Kanato… Laito…

Subaru: You haven’t lost as long as you didn’t die! Get yourself together and beat him! Shu!!

Shu: Subaru…

Yui: Did everyone… finally remember… ?

Reiji: It appears as if seeing Shu desperately fight in front of their eyes, triggered something that successfully brought their memories back.

That’s sincerely why he is an unpleasant person to me. That person must have fascinated the others with being so determined to its goal.

I sincerely get fed up thinking how I, myself… am no equal match to this man.

Shu: Fufu… those guys… 

Kino: Why… their memories shouldn’t return back to themselves this easily, but yet they still managed to remember.

♡ Roses ♡

Shu’s shoulder: Seems as if I’m still the eldest son, no matter how much I’ve messed up so far. 

Shu’s sword: I've not been defeated yet, so there’s no need to make such anxious expressions. Just keep staying behind me, even if anything unpredictable happens.

Shu: It’s strange. But maybe this is the true strength that lies between the siblings’ bond? 

Kino: ...Ngh. This gives me the creeps… and yet, I won’t let you have your way!

Shu: If so, I’ll tell you something. I’ll bring you down in order to proof something to you.

— I’ll prove that this fight between siblings is over. And I’ll be the one ending it.

[mostlymobilegames]

The way this sick bastard is happy to capture his own son, knowing damn well how Dino feels about his betrayal and the whole situation, makes Fencio irredeemable for me. Not that he had any chance of being forgiven or something, but I thought his concern for Dino and Dino's unwillingness to hate him and kind nature (even tho he did say he'd kill Fencio if necessary 👀) made me believe he might change his mind and come to his senses, or some dramatic, last second plot twist like that (which is probably what will happen with Adi, but anyway)

The least he could do is not act like they've won the lottery by kidnapping the best students of the Academy, including his own flesh and blood, who spent his entire 26 years of life achieving his goals and reputation, with no consideration of his personal needs and wants (until the MC appeared, which also only happened because of Fencio lmaoo)

God, Fencio's death is gonna be enjoyable, but I'm really worried about Dino's "If father threatens you... I will kill him", it almost feels like a premonition. Also, at the time, Sammy's last words to Fencio ("The moth dies when it reaches its goal") made me think that Malbonte would just get rid of Fencio after using him, which can still happen, if Fencio stops being "a raging engine" and becomes a "hindrance", but now it makes me think of another possible ending for him.

So, obviously, Fencio's main reason for doing all of this is to gain power, no doubt about that, but the way he was so excited to have Dino at the camp, Dino's assessment earlier ("I'm sure father thinks he did the right thing for the common good"; only appears if they listen to Rebecca's story) and Fencio's response to being called a monster in the season 2 finale ("I don't expect people like you to understand me") make me believe that a part of him realized how unjust and unfair the ruling side really is, and that only when he was stripped of his rank for a mistake, while the other person involved was forgiven. This makes me think Fencio will try to reason with Dino, try to make him see that Malbonte is fighting for the right cause, try to get him on his side.

Now, the MC will probably be blackmailed into helping Malbonte, since I doubt this decision will be a choice for the player, but I'm thinking the three musketeers might pretend to join Malbonte, like some espionage shit, or actually be forced to join him, after they fail to escape his imprisonment ("When the cage is too narrow, the birds try to escape..."- ep. 5 description). Therefore, Dino "switching" sides would be Fencio achieving his goal, having his beloved son by his side again... who eventually kills him (whether it will be because he threatens the MC, or because of something else).

While there isn't an ending more brutal than looking into your child's eyes as they drain the life out of you, and as much as Fencio deserves it, I hope someone else will kill him because Dino doesn't deserve that experience.

On a side note, Rebecca being the one who kills Fencio would be hilariously ironic, given than she metaphorically ended his life in the past, when she crushed all his hopes and hard work, and it would feel like getting the closure that didn't occur in their last meeting, after graduation ("Rebecca left, and Fencio kept looking at her with an unspoken promise in his eyes"/"She smiled maliciously, as if Fencio has just proven how weak he was"- S. 2, ep. 8, Dino's memory)

There's also the possibility of the MC killing him (because that's her thing 🤡🤡) but I just don't think that it would have the same emotional impact as the others

[ninjacupcakelover200]

More my Type~!Villain! Izuku Midoriya x reader

Word count: 1162

Description:(Y/n) had been worried about Izuku ever since he left UA. She worried for him every day hoping one day he would pop up and everything would be back to normal back now it's far from it. Izuku does pop up like (Y/n) wishes but she was hoping more for her Izuku for the villain Izuku.

Warnings:  Angst

Deku smirked as he walked down a long hallway. At the end of the hallway held his sweet little princess, (Y/n). No one was allowed there, but of course the exception of him. He has been the only person visiting (Y/n) for the past 2 weeks and Izuku could tell it was driving her crazy. He quietly knocked on the door before he grabbed onto the knob the door and pushed his way into the room. Within the room was a bed frame with a mattress on top of it. With a dress off to the side with very few limited chooses of clothing for (Y/n). Deku's smile brighten once he looked to the corner of the room and saw as (Y/n) sat there glaring to the door.

"I don't know why you even knock anymore. You don't wait for me to actually say to come in." she said to him. Izuku chuckled hearing as she said this. "Maybe because I know you're response would be something like got rot in hell." Izuku said as he closed and locked the door behind him. (Y/n) faked a smile to him. "You know me so well." she said to him. Izuku just shook his head and walked over to the corner (Y/n) was sitting in. "Why do you want me to rot in hell, (Y/n)-chan?" Izuku asked her. "Why do you keep me locked up in here?" she asked him back. "Because I love you." he answered her as he towered over her small frame. "Well because I hate you." she said back to him with a smug smirk.

Izuku growled a bit hearing as she said this. He then knelled down in front of her so they were at the same level. "Sticks and stones may break my bones but not your harsh words, (Y/n). Sticks and stones." Izuku said. "Oh well actually last time I check it was actually the quirk you stole from All might that broke your bones." (Y/n) growled to him. Izuku let out a chuckle hearing as she said this. He then quickly used his right hand to firmly grab onto (Y/n)'s chin and make her look at him. "Well you don't have to worry about that anymore, my love." he spoke to her. (Y/n) whimpered a bit feeling as his grip gotten tighter as he held her chin. "I'm not the weak little boy you use to know, (Y/n). In fact I've learned to master One for All." he said to her.

(Y/n) glared to Izuku as he said this. "In fact I've learn how to enhance it. I can even use it better than that so called Symbol of Peace of yours." he said smirking to her. "You want a cookie for that?" she growled out to him. Izuku just shook his head as he glared to her. "I want you to look at me as if I'm a actually human being and not some trash you found on the side walk." Izuku said to her. "You're not trash, Izuku." (Y/n) said to him. Izuku cringed hearing her used the name Izuku but looked to her in her (e/c) colored eyes. "You're a monster!" she shouted to his face.

Izuku just shook his head hearing as she said this. "You tear people apart and slowly torture them and all for what? For your own sick enjoyment? You a sick bastard Midoriya!" (Y/n) said to him. "You don't have any right going by the name of Deku. You barely deserve the name Izuku Midoriya but I guess the police do need some kind of name for when they find you and throw you behind bars." (Y/n) said to him. "ENOUGH!" Izuku yelled to her. His right arm soon wasn't gripping her chin anymore and was soon wrapped firmly around (Y/n) neck. His grip getting tighter and tighter as he cut off her airways. "IT'S LAUGHABLE FOR YOU TO THINK YOU'RE ANY BETTER THAN ME, (Y/N)!" Izuku yelled to her. (Y/n) looked at him in confusion. "IN UA, YOU KNEW KACCHAN LIKED YOU. HELL THE WHOLE CLASS KNEW SINCE THE FIRST FUCKING DAY. YET YOU FOLLOWED AROUND HIS BEST FRIEND LIKE SOME TYPE OF LOST PUPPY! EVEN BECAME IMITATE WITH INNOCENT LITTLE KIRISHIMA BUT WHAT EVERYONE DIDN'T KNOW WAS THAT (Y/N) HAD ALSO SLEPT WITH KATSUKI! DON'T KNOW IF IT WAS OUT OF PITY OR THE FACT THAT YOU ACTUALLY LIKED HIM. SOON LITTLE (Y/N) DIDN'T FEEL SO GOOD.WHICH THAT CAUSED A WHOLE LOT OF PROBLEMS BETWEEN KIRISHIMA AND KACCHAN!" Izuku yelled in her face.

This had brought tears to (Y/n)'s face as her airways were still being blocked off by Izuku. "I wonder if you knew that Katsuki and Kirishima fought over you. In fact several times but of course why would they do this. Well this was because of the fact the little slut (Y/n) didn't know for the father was." Izuku said to her. "Did you know Kacchan wanted little Koru so badly to be his kid that he became depress when the DNA test came back in and Koru turned out to be Kirishima's kid? He got so depress I swear he started cutting for a while." Izuku said this to (Y/n). She started to gasp for air as she clawed at Izuku's hand that was wrapped around her throat. "Fast Forward past UA and little (Y/n) and Kirishima are married and planning on starting a bigger family but of course with the stress of worrying about her little hubby. (Y/n) had miscarriage after miscarriage. Which caused problems in the marriage and Kirishima couldn't handle the stress of being married with you while also being the 3rd Pro Hero but then there's Katsuki Bakugou. The 1st Pro Hero, who could handle all your fucking drama and impregnate you like there's no tomorrow. " Izuku growled to her. "

"You broke Kirishima, (Y/n). If it wasn't for me I'm sure you would have broke Kacchan sooner or later." Izuku said to her with a smirk. (Y/n) growled and used her left hand to slap Izuku across the face as he said this. Izuku quickly let go of (Y/n) throat and held his cheek in pain. "Don't ever try and fucking compare me to you! I'm not a monster. Yes I had my fair share of issues but at least I didn't run away from them and become some villain." she growled to him. "I sat there and handle each and every problem. I didn't break any fucking one. If anything I was then one who got broken in the process." she said to him as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"I will tell you this now that I won't ever and I mean EVER look at you as if you're a human being again."  

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 Hi there guys this is a story you can find on my Wattpad account which is at _holy-water-needed_. The story is called More my Type. Please do be warned that yes it’s a bit of a Katsuki x reader as well but please don’t comment on it. I already have enough comments judging on how I write the story. Okay bye :)

[acciomanorian]

Wasting All These Tears on You (Jurdan Modern Au)

So, I did a thing. This is my first time trying to write fanfiction, and I hope that it isn’t horrible. If you like it, and want more, I would be willing to give it another go. I actually, kinda, had fun. Also, I left room in this fic for their to definitely be a part 2.

This is based off of the song Wasting All These Tears by Cassadee Pope. I couldn’t get it out of my head, so I tried to write it out instead. I really hope you guys enjoy. 1770 words.

Of all the days for Jude Duarte’s car to break down, of course it had to be the one with the downpouring rain. Fortunately, her office was only a ten minute walk from the home she shared with her fiance, Cardan. Unfortunately, she didn’t even have an umbrella, assuming she would have a working car to protect her from the rain. Maybe she could run into the coffee shop five minutes from their house, with the chocolate crullers that Cardan liked so much, a little treat for them both. Jude had been cutting down on carbs since the proposal, when she realized that she would have to wear a wedding dress, and wanting one scandalous enough to offend Madoc and Oriana. 

Just as she was about to duck into the coffee shop, Jude saw something through the glass that made her heart stop. Cardan sitting in a corner booth. He was supposed to be at work until six, he said. Something about an important meeting at the firm, a new client. Maybe that’s who he was meeting, although it doesn’t explain the expression on his face, like a love sick puppy. Or the glimpse she caught of the mysterious person, a girl really, who also happened to look extremely familiar. Nope, not a business meeting, Jude thought as she saw Cardan lean forward and kiss his “client” on the lips. 

As he leaned back, Cardan looked up, out the window and saw Jude standing there, watching him and a look of absolute horror overtook his face. The girl looked over as well. Nicasia. There was a sly smirk on her painted face, and she snuck a kiss on Cardan’s cheek before getting up from the booth and walking out the door. Cardan followed her, and Jude didn’t know if he intended to stop and explain himself or just keep following Nicasia. She turned away at the last second, feeling the tears running down her face, and began to walk towards her home.

“Jude!” She heard Cardan call behind her, but she was not going to wait. “Jude! Please, let me explain.” 

“Explain?” Jude cried, whipping around so fast, her wet hair smacked across her face. “Explain what? That you’re cheating on me? That you’re lying about where you are, so that I think I’m in a loving relationship with a loving fiance.” People were staring,  but it was the least of her concerns. Cardan however, was looking around, trying to find a place where they could talk without all the attention. 

“Please, Jude. Let’s go home, let me talk, let me explain.” 

“No. You can go home. I’m done. I’m going to stay at Vivi’s. I’ll be by tomorrow to pick up my stuff,” Jude turned around again, pulling her phone out of her pocket to call her older sister. Catching sight of the diamond on her finger, Jude ripped it off and threw it at Cardan, shouting “Take this, too. Maybe you can give it to Nicasia, since it seems you care more about her than about me.” 

Cardan let the ring land at his feet, not bothering to pick it up. “Jude, dear…” he said softly, but Jude was done listening to his lies. She didn’t want an explanation. She wanted her sisters, and a dozen bottles of alcohol, preferably the strong stuff. Luckliy, that was Vivi’s specialty, being a bartender at the local gay bar. 

The phone rang once, before Vivienne answered with a “‘Sup.”

“I’m coming over,” was all Jude said. The tears were running down her face, mingling with the rain pouring from the sky. 

There was radio silence, on the other end of the phone, and then “Okay”. No questions, nothing. This was the reason Jude called her older sister first, rather than her twin. She also knew that the second Jude hung up the phone, Vivi would be calling Taryn, and Jude’s best friend Liliver. 

The second Jude walked through the door of Vivi’s apartment, she was bombarded with a hug by Taryn, before being traded off to Vivi, and then Vivi’s wife Heather. After she was released, Jude found a bottle of vodka sitting on the counter, placed there by Vivi only moments before. Without any hesitation, she ripped off the top and began to guzzle it down like it was water, relishing the burn in her throat, hoping that it will make her forget the ache in her heart. 

She was halfway through the bottle when Liliver walked through the door, saw the look of Jude’s face and said, “Viv, you better have more than just that one bottle.”

She shot Lil a look. “What do you take me for? An amature?” 

Liliver just shook her head before coming over to Jude. “Babe, what happened?” she asked, swiping the bottle out of Jude’s hands. Lil took a sip before handing it back to her. 

“Cardan cheated on me. I saw him kissing another girl, and not just any other girl, but Nicasia.”

“Nicasia,” Taryn started, “as in his ex Nicasia.” 

“The one and only.” Jude took another chug of the vodka and wiped her wet eyes with the palm of her free hand. 

“That bastard. Wait until I get my hands on him, he’ll never know what hit him, my baby sister.” Vivi began to pace, until Heather put a hand on her back and handed her a glass of honey whiskey. She had two more glasses, as well as a barely opened bottle. Pouring generous amounts of the alcohol into the cups, she handed them out to Taryn and Liliver. Heather opted for a ginger ale herself, due to the fact that she was 3 months pregnant. 

“I have a better idea,” said Taryn after draining her glass. “Let’s go out and get wasted.”

Jude looked up at her twin, and saw the devilish grin on her face. “For the record, I had already planned on getting wasted, either alone or with you guys, but I’m in. Anything to make me forget, even for a little while.” She turned to Vivi, “You got something I can wear, cause I’m not going to a bar in my slacks.” 

Vivienne ran to her room, returning moments later with a silver mini dress. “The only way you’re wearing this is if you promise no more Cardan tears, cause I don’t need that negative energy polluting my favorite dress.” Jude only wiped her eyes a final time and took the last swig out of the vodka bottle. Rising from the chair, she accepted the dress from her sister and made her way to the bathroom. She splashed water on her face, thanking God for waterproof mascara and proceeded to get dressed. The silver mini was a little tight, thanks to Vivi’s slender figure, but fit nonetheless. 

Jude exited the bathroom, and grabbed her phone from her bag by the door. 13 missed calls, all from Cardan. She shut it off and threw it back into her bag, no inclination to call him back. 

“Let’s go get wildly drunk and make me forget everything,” Jude loudly shouted, followed by a woot from her sisters and friends. She was beginning to slur a little, the effects of an entire bottle of vodka slowly hitting her brain. Heather noticed this, and also knew that it was only going to get worse. 

“As the only person here who can’t drink, I volunteer to be the designated driver and get all of your drunk asses home tonight.” Heather also knew that she would be the only one with a working brain tonight.

The girls piled into Heather and Vivi’s car and made their way to Elfhame, the only bar where ladies get in free at all hours. Even though it was only a ten minute ride, Jude couldn’t hide her delight of the tiny bottles of assorted liquors being handed out from Vivi’s tiny bag. 

“Bottom’s up,” said Lil, before shooting back whatever was in the bottle she had been handed. Jude also drained hers, some cheap tequila. Good enough to get her drunk fast, but not enough to avoid a major hangover in the morning. 

Two more shots later, they arrived at the club, and were ceremoniously allowed inside. Jude would be lying if she said that she hadn’t flirted with the bouncer a bit in her inebriated state, just for a little extra treatment. It was granted, as the group was corralled into the VIP section and handed complimentary margaritas, mostly alcohol from the smell of them. A sip of her’s confirmed Jude’s suspicion, and she began to take bigger sips. As soon, as she finished the first drink, a second was pressed into her hand, another margarita that Jude drank half of immediately before making her way to the dance floor. 

Two hours, and about five drinks later, Jude was having the time of her life. Dancing with her sisters and friends, enjoying herself without the pressure of having a fiance at home who might not be too approving of the dancing she was doing with strangers at the club. 

When Jude and Taryn excused themselves for a quick brush up in the bathroom, she caught a glimpse of a guy watching her with profound interest. She knew him too, and allowed him to see her face, and the enjoyment of the night. Valerian just shot her a grin, in his eyes, a promise for something fun later. 

“How are you feeling?” Taryn asked once they got into the bathroom. 

“Never better,” Jude replied, throwing on another layer of lipstick. “I don’t even remember what I was crying about earlier, or if I was even crying.”

“Good, I’m glad. We haven’t had a good girls night out in a while. I missed this, and I missed you.” 

“I missed you too.” Jude gave her twin a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, leaving a bright red lipstick stain behind. Taryn didn’t even bother to wipe it off, she just laughed and pulled her sister out the door and back onto the dance floor, where they were greeted with another round of tequila shots and margaritas.

…

At five in the morning, Jude found herself on the bathroom floor of the guest room she was sharing with Taryn and Lil. She was over the toilet, dry-heaving the alcohol left in her system. As the memories returned to her more sober brain, she began to cry in earnest again. She remembered why she wanted to go out drinking, remembered seeing Cardan and Nicasia together, the fight, the ring. Jude felt her heart break a second time.

[illfoandillfie]

Better Than Chocolates (Non-Daddy Version)

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader x Brian May

Summery: It’s your first Valentines Day together and Roger, ever the romantic, has a number of surprises in store.

Warnings: Smut (18+), some sickeningly sweet fluff mixed with some absolute filth oh my god. threesome, sir kink, dom/dom/sub dynamics, orgasm delay/denial, public teasing, public oral sex, oral sex (m and f receiving), face slapping, choking, spanking, spitting, hair pulling, double penetration, degradation.

Words: 13 572 (jesus christ)

A/N: This is a reupload of my latest fic but with the daddy kink stuff taken out! If you want to read the original version it can be found HERE

There were those who would call your relationship weird or wrong. The tabloids for one seemed to take endless enjoyment from criticising you and Roger, as did the nosey and bored. The age gap would have been enough to draw attention, much less the fact he was a world-famous musician and divorced. Phrases like midlife crisis and gold digger had been whispered behind your back and printed in black and white for anyone to read. And that was without any of them knowing that you’d met while on the arm of one of his best friends and bandmates. You could only imagine the trash they’d say about you if they knew the half of it. If they knew you’d caught Brian’s eye while out at a club and then found yourself in his bed for the next few nights. If they knew that he’d taken you out  and you’d run into Roger while on your way to a bar. An unknown number of drinks later and you found yourself between them, Brian’s hands expertly slipping into your underwear as Roger teased your nipples from over your shirt, his breath warm where he leaned into your neck. When you woke in the morning you had a hangover and marks all over your body, mostly hickeys but some were left by teeth and some by hands too. Gradually the night came back to you, the insistence for them to be rougher, the way they’d complied with your request, taking it in turns to pin you down. It was worth it even with the throbbing headache. And it left you hoping for a repeat at least, if not something more. The opportunity to take them at the same time, perhaps? You’d thought you lost the chance when you and Brian sort of fizzled out, mutually deciding it had been fun while it lasted but had gone as far as it was going to. A few months later you’d run into Roger again, playing along when he acted like he’d forgotten your name. You accepted his invitation to join him for a quick drink and then the invitation to join him for dinner and before you knew it you were dating for real, holding hands in public and being gossiped about in trashy magazines. If Brian was uncomfortable with the new development, he didn’t show it and Roger assured you that everything was completely fine, so you’d kept seeing him. Now, almost a year into the relationship, you were woken up as Roger climbed back into the bed you shared and snuggled in close to you. A glance at the bright numbers on the alarm clock told you it wasn’t as early in the morning as you would have liked.    “Y’gonna have to let me go soon,” you mumbled sleepily, “gotta get up for work in a bit.”    “Not t’day,” he said back, voice still morning rough as he dropped a kiss to your shoulder, “I called you in sick f’the rest of the week,”    “What?” You rolled over to face Roger, suddenly much more awake.    He cracked an eye open at you, though the other remained tightly shut, “you have a virus,” he shut his eye again.    You flicked his nose, “Rog, explain,”    He groaned and scrunched up his nose at the attack, “First Valentines together, got something special planned.”    “Valentines isn’t until tomorrow blondie,”    “Said it was special,” he pulled you tighter against him, “now go back to sleep, doctor’s orders.”    You rolled your eyes but snuggled into him, deciding it would be easier to get answers when Roger was more prepared to wake up. And really, who were you to say no to a lie in.    “Better,” he mumbled into your neck once you’d settled, “love you.”   

 It turned out to be harder to get Roger to explain than you’d thought it would be. He’d tried to surprise you in the past but usually got too excited about it to keep it to himself for long. But not this time. This time he changed the subject whenever you asked what he had planned or why you needed half a week off work for it. Leaning across the kitchen island, hands wrapped around a mug of coffee, you again tried to wheedle more information from him, putting every tool in your arsenal to use – his favourite pet names, whiney pleases, even a cheeky peak down your shirt.  “Y’know things’ll be more fun if you stop asking and let it be a surprise,” he said, leaning over the other edge of the island, not quite nose to nose.    “Surprises make me nervous,”    “I promise you’ll enjoy it. Now why don’t you go get changed, baby, I’ve booked us into a spa,”    “Is the spa part of it?”    “Could be,”    The way he grinned at you made you want to slap his shoulder and sink to your knees in equal parts but instead you settled on pushing yourself forward on your toes to close the gap between you, saying a soft thank you as you pulled back.”     “Don’t need to thank me,”    “Think I do. I didn’t really have anything planned for Valentines. The best I’d come up with was cooking you dinner. Maybe a box of chocolates.”   “What I have planned is so much better than a box of chocolates.”    “Well, I did also buy something fun to wear,”    “You mean the teddy I found in the cupboard? The red one with the hearts?”    “Roggie! You saw?”    “You didn’t hide it that well,”    “I thought I had,” you pouted.    “If it’s any consolation, seeing it on the hanger gave me a semi, so imagine what seeing you in it is gonna do to me.”    “That is the fun part,”    He leaned in to kiss you again, softly, though his voice was closer to a growl when he spoke, “Mmhmm, definitely the fun part.”   

Upon arriving at the spa you realised your expectations were set way too low. A massage was all you’d been thinking of – in an out in and hour and a half and then home again to have a late lunch and maybe fool around a bit. But then the ridiculously calm and beautiful woman at the reception desk said the words full Valentines package and Roger had confirmed it, squeezing your hand just a little tighter. You shouldn’t have been surprised really, Roger made no secret about how much he enjoyed spoiling you. Whenever you protested, he’d just shrug and say you were his favourite thing to spend money on, although sometimes he’d add on “after the cars”, grinning at you like he’d made the world’s funniest joke. A luxurious spa day wasn’t anywhere near the most extravagant thing he’d bought you, and it definitely left you feeling completely indulged and pampered. It started with you both stripping to your bathers and being led to a private steam room, a range of muds and scrubs left for you to try. You imagined the intention was for it to be romantic and maybe just a little bit sexy – gently rubbing the different pastes into each other’s skin – and it kind of started that way with Roger’s firm hands on your shoulders, smoothing out a thick blob of something or other he’d picked at random. But then, in trying to reciprocate the gesture, you inadvertently flung some towards Roger which led to him smearing a handful over your face and any chance of soft sexiness was gone in a burst of squeals and giggles and curse words.    “Probably for the best,” Roger said when you pointed out another couple in the hall towards the baths, finger tracks of mud over every inch of bare skin and eyes locked in a nauseatingly gooey way, “would have ended with some poor bastard who works here walking in on something entirely inappropriate.”   Roger was almost correct. The scrubs were washed off under showers, Roger turning you to check your back was free of goop, his fingers making goosebumps rise despite the warmth of the water, before you returned the favour. And then you were left to relax and float around in a perfectly temperate pool.     “Christ this is nice,” Roger said after a short while. He’d never much been one for silence.     You just hummed your agreement, eyes closed as you felt your body relax, muscles loosening, worries disappearing.     “I’ll take it that means you’re enjoying yourself,”    “Mmhmm,”    “Are you ever going to say more than monosyllabic noises again?”    “Mmhmm is two syllables,”    A splash of water hit you from where Roger was.    “Hey!” you finally opened your eyes only to find him holding his hands up, a look of false innocence plastered over his face.    “Sorry, baby, accident,”    “Somehow I don’t believe you,” you shook your head but couldn’t hide your amused smile, “And I think you need to kiss me to make up for it.”    “If you insist,” he laughed as he caught your hand and pulled you through the water, backing up until he hit the pool wall which gave you the chance to hook your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck. The goosebumps returned as his hands slid down your sides, drops of water running from them, and he found your lips in a soft, unhurried kiss. The moment stretched on, neither of you interested in anything outside of your warm bubble, and you were still wrapped up in each other when the door opened, another beautiful woman striding into the room to disrupt you.     “Mr Taylor, Ms Y/L/N, your masseurs are ready for you. If you’d like to take these robes and follow me,”    “Thank you,” Roger still seemed a little distracted, but he let you go free, although not without giving your bum a small squeeze first.     You smiled at the woman as you wrapped yourself up in the soft fluffy robe and followed her out of the room and down a hallway.    Roger caught your hand as you walked and leaned towards your ear so only you could hear him, “D’you reckon you’d have to be ranked on an attractiveness scale to get a job here or is there something in the water?”    “God I hope it’s the water. Wonder if any of them would be interested in joining us one night,” you raised your eyebrows suggestively.    “Have I told you I love you?”    “Yes, but I’m happy to hear it again.”   

The massage was the part you’d been expecting but, even so, you were pleasantly surprised when you were told, in a calm soothing voice, that it was a hot rock massage, ideal for relieving muscle tension and stress. The room smelt faintly of roses which only served to calm you further, until your breathing was deep and even. Roger was on the table beside you, sighing as his masseuse gave extra attention to his shoulders and upper back, per his request. Drumming wasn’t necessarily easy on his body but a massage every so often helped. You had a stash of oils and lotions at home that you pulled out whenever he needed to ease the tension in his back or his legs or his wrists and fingers, but there was no denying how incredible a professional massage was. And being able to share the experience was even better. It certainly made it easier to endure Roger’s whispered jokes, filthy of course, when you were told a facial was next. That was followed by a manicure and that by a pedicure. Finally, you were led to the last part of the package. Two glasses of champagne and a chocolate brownie shaped like a heart awaited you by a tub large enough for both of you, full almost to the brim with rose petal infused water – one last chance to relax together before the real world came knocking. It was perhaps a little too full, some of the water spilling over the edge as you both climbed in and settled, Roger pulling you against his chest and handing you one of the glasses.    “So, my love, did you enjoy it?” Roger’s voice was soft, his fingers softer, stroking your shoulder as you leaned against him.    “So much,”    “Good,”    “Almost a shame to have to go home after all this,”    “Well, I guess I have some good news for you then,”    You sat up and turned to look at Roger quizzically.    “This was just the beginning of your surprise, I’ve got a few more things up my sleeve but we have to go on a small flight to get them.”    “A flight? Where to?”    “Well now that would be spoiling things and you know I’m not going to do that. I’ve already packed our suitcases and they’re in the back of the car.”    “When the fuck did you organise all this?”    “Oh y’know, here and there. Took me a few months to get it all sorted but it was nothing. It’s worth the effort to make you happy,”    “Rog I would have been happy with a couple of drinks and a good fuck,”    “Believe me, that’s coming. But I wanted to do something proper romantic for you. Best boyfriend ever, right?”    “Without a doubt,” you leaned in to kiss him hard.   

  ***    

 “Can you give me a hint about where we’re going?” you asked as you walked through the airport, dragging your suitcase with one hand, your other entwined with Roger’s.    “No,”    “Oh c’mon,”    “Love, I’m this close to blindfolding you and plugging your ears so it won’t be spoiled.”     You rolled your eyes at Roger’s determination to keep you in the dark and dropped the subject, letting him steer you towards a nearby coffeeshop. The opportunity to find out the truth arose while he was distracted with the menu, sunnies firmly in place so he could read the signage, boarding passes almost forgotten where they stuck out the top of his bag. With a quick glance to make sure he wasn’t about to turn around, you bent a little to examine the tickets and found the name of the destination.    “Crete? As in Crete, Greece?” you asked, louder than you’d intended as you stood up straight again.    Roger turned and held his hands up in a gesture that clearly said what the fuck.    “You can’t blame me for wanting to know, Roggie. Fucking maddening being stuck with all your ‘guess again’s and ‘that’s not its’.”    “Fucking maddening organising all this. Least you could do is play along,” he crossed his arms over his chest, ignoring the people in the queue turning to look at him, a tell-tale pout appearing on his face, the first warning sign of a potential tantrum.     “No need to sulk, Rog. If you’ve done as much as you’ve hinted then I’m completely in the dark about the rest of it.”    “I’m not sulking,”    Before you could answer back the speaker overhead crackled a staticy call for your gate number, loud enough to make you cringe, and Roger grabbed you by the hand, swearing under his breath. Being first class passengers you had plenty of room to stretch out as you waited for the plane to fill, a luxury you’d never have dreamt of before you met Roger. Brian had never had cause to fly you anywhere, so it had never come up.    “So, how come Crete?”    “A few months ago you mentioned wanting to go to the beach,” he shrugged, still sounding a little grumpy, “figured that since I was already spoiling you I might as well pull out all the stops.”    “Y’know, if this got printed in a magazine it’d only fuel all those sugar daddy rumours,”    “Who fucking cares what they think.”   “I’ll remind you you said that next time you’re going on about parasites in the press,” You turned your head towards the window and the view of the runway, able to feel Roger’s gaze on you.    “View’ll be better once we’re in the air,” he said, nudging your shoulder.     “Yeah no shit,”    “You should be nicer to me considering everything I’ve organised,”    “Once the plane takes off you can follow me to the bathroom and I’ll show you just how nice I can be,”    “Naughty,”    “Naughty, nice, whichever way you want, Roggie,”    “Keep it down, love. Or I might start to think you get a kick out of the sugar daddy rumours. Besides, we definitely don’t want anyone to get jealous hearing how filthy you are,”    “Might need to gag me then,”    Roger’s hand tightened on the armrest and his voice was a warning rumble when he spoke, “Y/N,”    “Roger,” you imitated his tone.    “I don’t want to have to tell you again to keep quiet,”    “What’ll you do if I don’t stop?”    He paused for a moment, eyeing you up as he thought, “Think I’d have to edge you for a while.”    “Is that all?”    “Believe me, it’d be worse than it sounds. I know you’re picturing an edge or two before I give in, but I’d make sure it was much more than that,” his voice seemed to get lower with each sentence, sending a shiver down your spine, “See, I have something in mind for tomorrow night. It’ll be fun regardless, but it’ll be more fun if you’re a desperate mess. So edges is all you’ll be getting for now. And if you can’t behave yourself then you’ll be getting them right here in this seat. I knows my little slut can have trouble staying quiet when she’s being edged but it’s a risk I’m willing to take.” Roger’s tone would have been enough to make you listen, it didn’t leave you any choice, but add into the mix the content of his statement, and the way his voice dropped into a quiet gruffness so as not to be overheard, and you were practically whimpering. You quietly crossed your legs, pressing your thighs together. Roger glanced down at them and then back at your face, an eyebrow slightly raised, and for half a second you thought he’d throw out another teasing remark to push your buttons and rile you up. Instead he just smiled, face softening completely, and took your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm.   

He kept up the game for most of the flight, the hours stretching as he shifted from sweet to teasing and back again, fast enough to have your head spinning. In one second he’d notice you were feeling chilly under the air conditioning and wave down a stewardess to get you a blanket, and in the next he’d be spreading it over both your laps and commenting on how it would help hide his hand when he checked how wet you were. He’d pull you into his side, drop a kiss to your temple, as you watched a movie, only to slip his fingers under your shirt and rub teasing patterns on whatever skin he could subtly reach. And, though he’d hinted at it, he never once followed you to the bathroom or let his fingers wander anywhere inappropriate, which left you almost tense with anticipation and want. Finally, hours after taking off, you landed, thankful the torture was over for the moment, and collected your luggage. It was dark outside of the brightly lit airport, night having fully settled while you’d been in the air. There was a short wait as Roger collected the car he’d rented, always hating to be without easy transport, but soon enough you were on your way, making a short stop to pick up a quick dinner before you arrived at your accommodation. A large villa awaited you, a little off the road, hidden by a pocket of trees on one side and sand dunes on the other. The automatic security lights flicked on as you approached, illuminating the white walls and bright garden out the front. Once inside Roger fumbled around for the light switch and, upon finding it, led you into the living room. It was spacious but nicely furnished and stretched out with doorways leading to more rooms in every direction.    Leaving your luggage by the front door, you made a beeline for the doorway to your right and found yourself in the kitchen. One wall was mostly taken up by a large window that you were sure would show you a view of the ocean once it was light enough to see. The rustle of plastic bags being placed on the kitchen counter was the only indication that Roger had followed you, until you felt his hands wrap around your waist and his head buried in the crook of your neck.    “You smell nice” his breath tickled your skin as he spoke, and you couldn’t help but laugh a little.    “You sure that isn’t the food?”    “‘m sure,”     “You smell nice too, blondie.”    He hummed appreciatively into your neck, squeezing you tighter, “s’pose we should eat before the food gets too cold.”    “Probably a good idea.”    “Okay, yeah, I’m pretty hungry,” he said though made no move to release you.    “Gotta let go of me if we’re gonna eat, Roggie,”    “Don’t wanna.”    “You’re such a baby sometimes,” you laughed, trying to pry his fingers loose.    “You’re a baby, I’m just here because you looked cold,”    “And who’s fault is that? Couldn’t have taken me to a beach with beachier weather? A tropical island perhaps?”    “Perhaps I should have,” he said as he let you go and moved to unpack the boxes of takeout, “could have had hours longer to tease you before we landed.”    You paused, considering how the time might have been spent and just how desperate you would have been at the end of it, “Tropical islands are overrated,”    Roger chuckled and handed you a plate, “Think I saw a fireplace in the lounge, so we can warm the place up a bit. Although I do like having an excuse to cuddle you.”   

In the end he found a midway point. Roger got a fire burning but, when he returned to the couch, he sat so his legs stretched out over your thighs, knees slightly bent, plate balanced on his lap. He flicked the TV on but mostly talked over it until you were both ready to hop into bed. From the bedroom you could clearly hear the waves lapping against the shore, though just thinking about the water made you feel a little colder. It didn’t matter so much once you’d piled multiple blankets onto the bed and Roger had climbed in beside you. He was always warm. Especially when he shuffled closer, pressing himself against your back and throwing an arm over you. You sighed contentedly and placed your hand over his, slipping your fingers into the spaces between his own.    “You excited for tomorrow, my love?”    “Of course,”    You felt his chest shake as he chuckled, “good, me too.”    “Still not gonna tell me what you have planned?”    “Absolutely not,”    “Not even a little hint?”    “Mmmm okay, one hint. Dinner will be involved.”    “Well I’d assumed that much.”    “Alright, alright, I’ll give you a proper hint. Ummm,”    “Take your time,”    “Oh shush, I don’t want to give it away entirely. Oh, okay, that thing you want is going to happen.”    “What the fuck does that mean? Which thing? You sound like a bad fortune cookie.”    “That’s all I’m saying.”    “God this is worse than knowing nothing.”    “Night baby,”    “You expect me to be able to sleep? C’mon Roggie, just tell me,”    “Y’know you should really get some rest. I want tomorrow to be really special and you’re going to need your energy to handle everything I want to do to you.”    You could tell he was smiling, even if you couldn’t see it, barely keeping his elation at being able to tease you so easily in check. And it had been ridiculously easy to get your pulse racing as your mind ran through every possible scenario he could be insinuating, “Maybe you should give me a small taste now, help tire me out,”    “You don’t want that, darling, it’ll just get you all frustrated and keep you up longer. Besides, I want to be as well rested as possible too. So close those pretty eyes and go to sleep.”    You groaned as you were once again left with nothing to satisfy you. Even pressing yourself harder against Roger didn’t get you anything other than a slight squeeze of your fingers.    

***    

Roger let you sleep in, stopping the alarm he’d set before it could wake you too and then quietly disentangling himself from where you’d rolled over and curled into his chest. He’d meant what he said about making the day special, hurrying off to set everything up before you woke. When you did finally stir it was at the sound of his footsteps coming back towards the bedroom, his head poking around the doorway the first thing you saw.    “Oh, you are up, don’t move I’ll be back in a second.”    You were still groggy with sleep, barely registering what Roger had said as you pushed yourself to sit and rubbed your eyes. But he didn’t take long to return, carefully laying a tray over your lap before leaning down to kiss you.    “Morning my love,”    “What’s all this?”    “Breakfast, obviously. Took an early run to the shop so I could make the first of the surprises I have in store for you. Or the second I guess, if we’re counting the spa.”    The tray was laden with food of all different sorts, a bowl of yoghurt topped with fruit, scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast, a small stack on their own plate with a selection of condiments in case you wanted something simpler. Plus a cup of coffee. And, in the middle of it all, a small vase with a blue flower sticking out of it.    “All of this is for me?”   “No one else here, is there. I mean, I can help you eat it if you want,” he picked a berry out of the yogurt and popped it into his mouth.   You smiled at Roger and picked up the vase, “I’ve never seen a flower like this before,”    “I found it in the garden out front. I’m sure the person who owns this house won’t mind me stealing a couple. Not sure what type it is are but it’s pretty, right?”    “Very pretty.”    “Go on, cold eggs aren’t anywhere near as good,” he took the vase from your hand, sitting it carefully on the bedside table.    You replaced the vase with the knife and fork, gladly attacking the pile of food. Roger stole a piece of toast from the top of the pile and took a bite, sitting back against the foot of the bed, “is it all okay? I didn’t burn anything too bad?”    “It’s delicious Rog. Way too much for me to eat on my own but very tasty.”    “Well I wasn’t sure what you’d want so I figured I’d give you some options, chuck us another bit of toast?”    He only just caught it, almost losing it over the side of the bed, sending both of you into a fit of laughter. He shuffled closer after that, picking at the breakfast with the spoon he’d brought up for the yoghurt, sometimes offering you bites or taking what was on your fork. Eventually you’d both had your fill though and he took the tray from you.    “You relax here, I’ll go wash the dishes,”    “Roggie, you don’t have to do that. You made breakfast, I’ll wash up.”    “You want to?”    “It’s your valentines too, I’d like to do something even if you insist on keeping it all a big secret.”    “Alright, but only because the faster we clean, the faster we can go down to the beach.”   

 The window in the kitchen drew your eye instantly. You’d been right when you guessed it would show you a glimpse of the beach but your imagination hadn’t quite got it right. The call of the gulls as they landed on the rocks a little way out in the ocean, the clear blue of the water, the little path off the sand that led to a set of white stone steps that led past the villa towards the back patio.     “You think it was worth the flight, even with not completely beachy weather?”    All you could do was nod, still trying to take in the view.    Rog laughed softly as he placed the tray down and leaned on the counter, still watching you, “we can go down in a bit, once this is cleaned up. Might be there’s another surprise down there.”    If anything was going to get you moving it was that, curiosity burning within you as you tried to think what he might have planned, what the thing he’d hinted at the previous night could be. Roger did his best to distract you from the task, wrapping his arms around you while you ran a sink of hot soapy water, letting his fingers linger on your skin as long as possible, just because he could. He did dry the dishes as you washed them though, and then sent you off to finish your morning routine and get changed with a kiss. When you were ready, shorts and a button up you’d stolen from Roger pulled over your bathers, he told you to go on ahead.    “Just follow the path, you’ll find the spot no trouble.”    There was some slight trepidation as you set off. You knew the path ended at the edge of the beach, so you hoped the direction to where Roger had set up was as obvious to you as it was to him. Out the back door, down the clean white steps, pausing to glance up at the kitchen window where Roger made a shooing motion so you’d keep moving. When you reached the edge of the sand you found an arrow drawn in front of you, pointing out where to go.   You didn’t have to walk far along the otherwise deserted beach before you found the place Roger had set up. It was marked by a bright beach towel, laid out on the sand, plus a couple extras stacked beside it in case you wanted to swim. Atop the towel sat another of the blue flowers he’d stolen from the front garden, this one sticking out of a tall glass he’d stolen from the kitchen. You took a seat, digging your feet into the sun warmed sand, and waited for him to join you. Now that it was closer to midday you felt the warmth better than you’d done during the night, although the cool breeze that blew in off the ocean almost had you wishing you’d grabbed a cardigan. Perhaps it was too cold to swim. The sound of Roger’s voice made you look around as he treaded over the sand towards you, wearing brightly patterned shorts and a red tank top, arms full of what looked to be bottles though you couldn’t quite make them out.     “Here take these,” he said when finally within reach, handing you first two cocktail glasses stacked together, and then a bottle of peach schnapps and a bottle of vodka, “thought we could treat ourselves to a little sex on the beach…on the beach.”    “Never one for subtlety were you?”    “Never one for appreciating my genius were you ?” he nudged your side with his toe before depositing the rest of the bottles on the towel and sinking to his knees to mix the drinks, making as much of a show of it as he could. When he was done and you were both holding your glasses, he sat back beside you, knees and shoulders bumping together as he leaned back on one hand.    “Cheers,” you clinked your glass against his.    “Happy Valentines, baby,”   

The alcohol certainly helped you stop feeling the chill on the breeze, as did Roger’s own body heat as he shuffled closer, your head falling onto his shoulder. For a while you just sat and watched the waves, laughing together and enjoying your drinks, until Roger decided a swim sounded like a brilliant idea and hurriedly began stripping off down to his briefs. You were on the verge of following him into the water when a loud “fuck!” rang through the air and he stumbled backwards away from the waves rushing at his feet.    “It’s fucking freezing!”     You couldn’t stop the giggle that rushed up your throat, earning a glare from Roger.    “Was that a laugh?” he was barely holding back his own amusement, “Were you laughing at me?”    “Maybe,” you poked your tongue out at him.    “Right, well, let’s see how you like it, then,”    Before you could properly register what was happening he had his arms around your wrists, pulling you to your feet and towards the waves as you struggled to break free. You managed to break his grip, darking away from him but he took chase, sprinting after you in an attempt to heard you into the waves. His legs were longer than yours and he managed to catch you, dragging you towards the edge of the water.    “You are so fucking in for it,” he said, out of breath with exertion and laughter.    “In for it how?” you tried to wriggle free again but his grip stayed firm.    “In for it in every conceivable way,” his voice was lower, closer to your ear, “but you already know what I do when I need to teach a brat to behave. And how much fun I have doing it.”    You whimpered involuntarily, knees suddenly weak as Roger stopped and turned you to face him. He took you by the chin, tilting your face upwards a little.     “Three. Two. One.”    You squealed as the icy water ran over your feet, jumping back out of the way as Roger laughed and flopped down beside the towels again.    “Prick,”    “Love you too. Come ‘ere, baby,” he held out his hand.    When you made no move to join him he pouted up at you, his fingers moving towards his palm in a ‘come here’ motion.    “Oh, alright,” you took his hand, letting him pull you down onto his lap, his arms encircling you automatically.     Roger leaned forward to snatch the flower from its makeshift vase and tucked it behind your ear, “I am so lucky I met you.”    “You’re just saying that so I’ll forget what just happened,” you buried your face in his neck, a little embarrassed to be talked about so earnestly.     “I mean it though,” he said softly, stroking your hair, “you’re incredible and I can’t imagine how I got on before I met you. And I know it’s not always easy being with me, I can be a right arsehole sometimes and then there’s the press and all that, but every day I get to wake up next to you is a good day.”    “I feel the same,” you whispered back, hand slipping up to his cheek as you leaned in to kiss him, partly to save yourself the awkwardness of being so gently praised. He didn’t seem to mind though, smiling against your lips, arms tightening around you as he lay back on the sand and pulled you down with him.         ***   

You only decided it was time to head back to the house when the tide had come in enough that the cold water was lapping at your toes, hurrying to collect all the bottles and towels Roger had brought down before they got too wet or washed out to sea.     “I can’t believe you didn’t bring a fucking bag or a basket or something.”    “I stand by my choices.”    “Oh yeah? Even the one about not touching me properly?”    “Baby, we just spent I don’t know how long making out in the sand, I’ve been touching you plenty.”    “But not properly.”    Roger let out a self-pleased hum as he followed you up the stairs.    “Don’t think I didn’t notice how into it you were getting just now, you’re shorts don’t hide it that well. Might be time to reconsider your choice…I assume we have time before dinner.”    “We do but it’s not happening. You’re fun when you’re frustrated and needy.”    You groaned, elbowing through the unlocked back door a little harder than you perhaps should have.    “Look, think of it like this,” Roger said, dumping his armful of things on the first clear surface he saw, “it’s like at Christmas when you know you’ve got a big lunch coming so you don’t eat much beforehand so you’re not full when you get to the main meal.”    “That’s stupid.”    “Alright, think of it this way then, it could be a whole lot worse. I could tie you up and leave you without so much as a kiss for the rest of the day. Now why don’t you go and wash off the sand. Take you’re time and have a good soak and let me know what you think of the surprise I left on the bathroom sink.”    He leaned forward to peck you on the forehead before turning and leaving you a little confused and a lot curious. You made your way towards the en-suite, spotting a small box tied up in a red ribbon as soon as you walked in the door. Without a second thought you untied the bow and slipped the lid off. Inside sat a shiny silver plug, similar to the one you had at home except brand new and sporting a red jewelled end that caught the light as you picked it up. And there, lined up with the soaps and scents taken from your bathroom back at home, a bottle of lube. You swallowed thickly, absentmindedly squeezing your thighs together. This was the first real clue you’d gotten as to what Roger was planning. It was exciting to say the least, though you still weren’t sure how it connected to the other clue he’d given you.    

When you’d finally deemed yourself clean enough you left the bathroom, wrapped up in a fluffy towel. Roger was stretched out on the bed, a book in his hand though his eyes didn’t seem to be focused on the page.     “So what’d you think? Has it got you wondering what I’m going to do to you?” he asked slyly, closing the book and throwing it carelessly onto the bedside table.    “Maybe a little,” you admitted, laying on your front beside him, “but I think I can work it out.”    “Baby you’ve got no idea what you’re in for tonight. You gonna show me how it looks?” he leaned forward, reaching for the hem of the robe but you rolled away from him, onto your side.    “Nope. If I have to wait so do you,”    “Touché,” he chuckled, “In that case, I’m going to go have a shower too.”    “How long before I have to start getting ready for dinner?”    “A few hours,” Roger shrugged.    “And you definitely don’t want me to join you in the shower?”    He laughed, “Nice try, but no. You should just relax for a bit.”    “Oh alright,” you sighed, not entirely sure how to kill the remaining time. Still wearing your robe, you decided to explore the villa properly. You hummed to yourself as you walked from room to room, checking out which ones had the best views, half wondering if Roger had hidden any other surprises around the house or left something that might give you a clue as to what you should expect that night. The thought of what was coming had your breath coming harder and your imagination running wild with thoughts of how Roger could fuck you in each of the rooms. The plug definitely didn’t help, only a small taste of what you should expect but a powerful one. But you found nothing other than a guest bedroom, bed fully made up, and the knowledge that turning the shower on in the second bathroom would mess with the temperature of the shower in the en-suite and that Roger’s shout could be heard rooms away. Roger was in the kitchen when you got back to it, examining the contents of the fridge.     “You wanna go for a drive?” he asked over his shoulder when he heard you approach, “Not far since we’ll have to come back and change, just do a bit of sightseeing or something.”    “Sounds fun.”    “Okay cool, meet you at the car in like five minutes?”    You nodded and hurried off to throw on some actual clothes.    

Roger kept his hand on your knee as he drove, only moving it back to the gear stick when he had to. True to his word he didn’t take you too far, following a road that ran along the coast until he found a small rest stop to pull into that overlooked the ocean. Upon spotting a couple of viewfinders he dug around in his wallet for loose change, smiling as he handed you a coin. There wasn’t a whole lot more to see that you hadn’t already but you laughed as you spun the viewfinders around first to try and spot the villa you were staying in and then towards the nearest city, trying to describe what you saw so the other could find it too. When the time on the viewfinder ran out Roger led you back towards the car, pulling himself to sit on the hood and patting the spot next to him. His arm wrapped around your shoulders and he pulled you into his side as he leaned back against the windshield. It was peaceful and calm, only a few cars passing by, both of you talking in low voices as if you’d break the atmosphere by raising your voices too much. Slowly the sun began to sink lower, turning the sky a pinky orange, and the temperature began to drop, making you grateful for Roger’s embrace.     “S’pose we should go back,” he almost whispered into your hair, “Wouldn’t want to miss our reservation.”    You hummed in agreement, “Wouldn’t want all that taunting about surprises to go to waste either, or the present I’m currently wearing.”    He laughed at that, giving you a squeeze, “definitely don’t want to waste that. God we’re going to have fun tonight.”    “I hope so. Been wet since I put the fucking thing in so it better be worth it.”    Roger laughed again, louder, as he slid off the hood and held out his hand for you, “That is so good to know.”   

  ***    

“The teddy you bought is hanging in the bedroom cupboard with some of your clothes from home, I think they should all cover it. Also, your makeup bag is on the nightstand.” Roger said as you pulled into the driveway.    “You really thought of everything,”    “Well I wasn’t going to half arse it, was I?”     You left Roger to get changed, pulling the teddy you’d bought weeks earlier from the cupboard as soon as you reached the bedroom. It was tight fitting, red and lacy with a heart shaped cut out over each nipple and your bum. Seasonal and sexy, Roger was going to love you in it and love getting you out of it. You flicked through the options he’d packed, mostly dresses and all on the fancier end of your wardrobe. Eventually you settled on a black velvet dress with a flared skirt, picking out a pair of heels to match and red lipstick in the hopes it would remind Roger of what you were wearing under the dress and perhaps get you out of dinner a little faster. You were working on your makeup, adding a thick layer of mascara to your lashes, when Roger knocked on the door and came in.    “You look phenomenal,” he said, stepping up behind you and dropping a kiss to your cheek.   “You think this is good, you should see what I’m wearing underneath,”   “You have no idea how excited I am to find out,” he laughed as he turned to reach into one of the draws of the nightstand, “Just one thing missing.”    “Holy shit, Roger,” it was all you could think to say when you caught sight of the necklace he was holding up. A teardrop of what you could only assume was actual ruby dangled from the chain, making I hard to look away or form a coherent thought as Roger draped it around your neck and fixed the clasp. The one clear thought you could come up with was that the ruby looked awfully similar to another jewel you were wearing, and you were sure that had been deliberate.    “It suits you,” he said softly, leaning down so his chin was on your shoulder, arms around your waist, “matches.”    You felt your cheeks grow warmer as he seemed to read your mind but tried to push the thoughts away, dragging a finger over the jewel, “It’s beautiful.”    “I’m glad you like it.” He pressed another kiss to your cheek before stepping back to find his own clothes, leaving you to finish your makeup.   

  ***    

The restaurant was full when you arrived, loved up couples sitting at every table, dressed to the nines in their fanciest frocks. Your waiter chatted pleasantly with you as he led you upstairs and out onto the veranda, telling you they’d already had two proposals happen and another three men had asked for rings to be placed in champagne glasses. You gave Roger a quick look, but he just shook his head. Lanterns lit up the length of the veranda, and every table you passed was decorated with a vase of red and pink roses. Except the one you stopped in front of which had a handful of the blue flowers from the villa amongst the roses.   “Here we are, and – oh, so sorry, Mr Taylor, there seems to have been a mix up, I’ll have the extra chair removed for you.”    “No, no mix up, we requested the third chair, thank you.”    “Very well, here are your menus, I’ll be back in a few moments to take your orders.”    Roger pulled your chair out for you as the waiter walked off, but you were more than a little distracted by the extra place setting, “what’s that about?”    “What’s what about?”    “The chair. Roggie, what’s going on?”    “Nothing’s going on. Should we get a bottle of wine or champagne?”    “Umm,” you were still curious about the chair and he was clearly trying to draw your attention elsewhere.    “S’pose it depends what we order really, what d’you reckon?”    “Sorry I’m a bit late,” a man said as he dropped into the seat, looking from Roger to you and back again, “what’s wrong with her?”    “Brian?”    “Were you expecting someone else?”    “I wasn’t expecting anyone,” you rounded on Roger who was grinning from the other side of the table, “is this the fucking surprise you were talking about?”    “You didn’t tell her?”    Roger shrugged, “thought it’d be more fun this way.”    “What if she’s not into it though? Jesus Christ Rog.”    “What wouldn’t I be into?”    “You worry too much Bri, she’ll be into it. Two months ago we went out for a couple of drinks, Y/N here had a little more than that and told me some very interesting things.”    You didn’t know who to look at, eyes darting between them as you tried to remember what you’d said while you were drunk.    “Seems like the little slut’s been getting off thinking about having us both again. Once wasn’t enough for her.”    A gasp escaped you, audible over the general noise of the restaurant, and you clapped a hand over your mouth too late.    

You barely remembered ordering or your food arriving, still trying to get your brain to comprehend what was happening. It didn’t help that Roger began explaining in detail what It was you couldn’t remember telling him, though everything certainly lined up with a lot of the fantasies you’d entertained yourself with.    “Should have heard her though, Bri, oh Roggie it’s not fair. I wish you’d both used me at the same time. Can’t stop thinking about it, you fucking my arse while he fucks my pussy. Or the other way around. D’you think Curly would join us again if I asked nicely? Maybe if I begged?”    “I don’t sound like that,” you tried to make your voice as steady and offended as you could in an attempt to hide how much you were squirming at the thought.    “It was actually pretty spot on,” Brian sniggered.    “Can we just go already?” you began to stand up, smoothing out the skirt of your dress.     “I’m not finished my dinner yet.”    You sat back down, earning another light laugh from Brian that had your cheeks burning.    “You’ve got her trained well.”    “Bri, you don’t know the half of it, but you’ll see once we get her back to the house. She’ll let us do just about anything we want to her.”    “I seem to recall she has a thing for choking.”    “Remember last time when she put my hand on her throat?” Roger laughed, talking to Brian but watching you struggle to stay composed, “Kept asking us to be rougher.”    You crossed your legs under the table and squeezed your thighs together in an effort to find some small relief, “that’s because you were being way too gentle. I wasn’t in the mood for gentle.”    “And what are you in the mood for right now?”    “At this point I’ll take whatever you give as long as it gets us back to the villa.”    “What if we decide we want to edge you all night? Or tie you to the bed arse up, ready for us to come and fill whichever hole we choose when we choose?”    Biting your lip didn’t quite stop the whimper that rose up in your throat.    “Ask me nicely if I’m ready to leave,”    “Are you ready to leave, Sir?”    “Not yet,” Roger flashed you an almost angelic smile before taking another sip of his drink.    “You could try asking me, nicely.”    “Are you ready to leave, Sir?”    “Good girl. But no.”    You groaned at their teasing, only just restraining yourself from stamping your feet like a child who’d had their favourite toy taken away. Instead you brought your glass to your lips and listened as they continued to discuss all the things they might do to you, hoping they’d turn themselves on so much they’d cave before the waiter came back to ask about dessert.   

Brian was just beginning to describe a scenario in which you were blindfolded and handcuffed when an idea popped into your head. With a quick glance around to make sure everyone at the other tables were preoccupied, and another large gulp of your drink for courage, you slipped off your seat and onto the floor. For a second you knelt there, the floorboards of the veranda cold and hard under your knees, listening to the two men chuckling about your disappearing act, before you crawled between Roger’s legs, reaching to undo his fly as you made yourself as comfortable as possible in the slightly cramped position.     “Such a slut,” he muttered, more to Brian than you, but he made no effort to stop you as you wrapped your hand around his base and began slowly stroking him, “she better hope she doesn’t stain that dress though or everyone’ll know.”    “She’d probably get off on that,” Brian laughed, “But she better realise she’ll have to suck us both off before we’ll even think about leaving.”    Taking care not to bump your head, you leaned forward, taking Roger's tip between your lips. His knee jolted at the contact and you heard a low oh shit leave him as you swirled your tongue around him, able to feel him getting harder with every stroke of your hand. Slowly you began to take more of him, sink deeper onto his cock, until he was almost in your throat. You paused at the first gag, pulled back to run your tongue along the sensitive head again, conscious of potentially being overheard or caught should anyone look too closely at the foot of the table where the cloth didn’t quite reach the floor. You were glad you’d made the choice not to push yourself any further when you heard footsteps approach.    “Did you enjoy your meal Mr Taylor?”    “Y-yeah, it was brilliant”    Hearing Roger trying to sound normal only made you double your efforts to break him.    “Can I interest you in our dessert menu?”    “Uhh, Yes, why not. And maybe another bottle of wine?”    “Right away, Sir.”    You whined once the footsteps had disappeared again. Dessert meant staying even longer and you were already finding it hard to resist slipping your hand into your underwear. Roger’s fist entered your field of vision, hitting his thigh as your whine sent a shockwave through him.    “Oh, Jesus Christ,”    “She always did enjoy sucking dick,” Brian said, thoughtfully.    “Mmhmm, and she’s only gotten better at it.”    “Oh? Does she like that rough too?    “Begs to have her throat fucked. You’ll have to give her a r-run once we get her back to the house.”    Roger’s legs stiffened as the waiter approached again, opening the new bottle of wine and placing it on the table. He managed to give his order with only a little strain to his voice.     “And for the lady?”    Brian was the one who answered, “She’s just had to run to the ladies' room but I’m sure she’ll be happy with the same as me.”    “Excellent choice, I’ll have them out to you as soon as possible.”    As soon as the waiter had left again Roger relaxed, shifting his hips slightly to encourage you. You picked up the pace, bobbing a little faster, matching the pace of your hand as it stroked where your mouth couldn’t reach. You could tell Roger was getting close from the way his breathing had picked up, his stomach rising and falling with each breath, a dull thump as his hand hit the table. And as much as you wanted to do more, the height of the table and the worry about being overheard stopped you from letting him into your throat properly. Instead you focused on all the spots within easy reach that you knew made him weak in the knees, tracing your tongue along the veins before sucking on his head, your nails lightly running over his thighs and up his shaft.    “God, I’m gonna-”    Brian laughed and you wished you could see what Roger looked like, how obvious it was that he was about to cum in your mouth in the middle of such a nice restaurant. It was a good thing you knew Roger so well, knew the signs of his impending orgasm. You took him as deep as you dared under the circumstances, trying to make sure no stray drops escaped your mouth. His hand dropped under the edge of the table, finding yours where it was braced on his thigh and he stroked the back of it with his thumb as you tried to stay quiet and swallow everything.     “Well fuck,” he said softly as you tucked him back into his pants, attempting to get your own breathing under control.    

“Oh she’s done is she?” Brian clicked his fingers under the table, and you crawled over to him, touching his leg to let him know you were there.    “She better be quick,” Roger warned, “The waiter’ll be here with our desserts soon and if she isn’t back in her seat he might start getting suspicious.”    The reminder that other people might notice your absence if you were gone for much longer set your heart racing as you fumbled with the fly on Brian’s pants. He was already hard, having been anticipating this since you disappeared under the table, which made it easier on you. You didn’t waste any time, leaning in as soon as he was free and licking a thick stripe up his shaft, pumping him a few times to spread the saliva along his length before taking him into your mouth proper. He was longer than Roger so you took extra care not to push yourself too far down, although the idea of the waiter or other customers hearing you choke on him didn’t make you any less aroused. Brian seemed to be thinking the same thing, his hand finding the back of your head under the table.    “Just one gag, c’mon,” he muttered, pushing you down a little further as he leaned back in his chair. You complied, relishing the small laugh he made as his grip on your hair loosened, his hand retracting until it was on the table again, letting you go back to a more comfortable level.    “She really does take orders well, doesn’t she?”    “Oh yeah, loves being bossed around.”    You hummed in agreement and Brian’s breath caught in his throat but you were sure you could get more of a reaction from him. You readjusted yourself, stroking him as you shifted your knees, trying to ease the stiffness beginning to spread through them. And then you leaned forward once more, pressing your lips to the underside of his cock and giving him a small nip with your teeth.    Roger laughed as Brian swore, somewhat louder than you’d intended though hopefully not enough to get caught out. It wasn’t until you felt a drip on the back of your hand that you realised you’d made him spill his drink.    “There you go you animal, use that,” Roger said through his laughter and you felt a cloth napkin being swiped against the back of your hand as Brian tried to clean up the mess as much as he could.    You knew you’d have to pay for that when you got home but for the moment your focus returned to finishing Brian before the waiter turned up. It didn’t take too much longer. Brian was already worked up from talking about what he wanted to do to you, and it was easy enough to push him over the edge with a tight suck on his head and a well-timed moan. His orgasm took you a little by surprise, certainly not as prepared for it as you had been with Roger’s, but you managed to catch the cum that leaked from the corner of your mouth before it could drip anywhere noticeable.     “You can stop looking so pleased with yourself,” Roger said once you were back in your seat, “If you’d been patient and not played your little stunt, you’d have been naked in bed by now cumming for the second time. Instead, you’re going to have to wait even longer.”     You took a swig of your wine to rinse your mouth out and stuck your tongue out at him.     “I’m so sorry Brian, she’s being a right fucking brat tonight.”     “I expect that’ll change once we get her in private.”     “Let’s hope so, though she’s been fucking impatient ever since we got on the plane, haven’t you baby? Tried to get me into the bathroom stall and then kept grinding against me instead of going to sleep last night. Even tried to get into my pants on the beach earlier today. And then had the audacity to ask if she could join me in the shower. I swear to god, you stop her from cumming for a couple of days and she turns into a bratty, cock crazed slut. Can’t think about anything else. Y’know, I bet if we took her into the back alley and told her to bend over, she would.”     You tried not to let on how true that was as you touched up your lipstick.  

By the time Roger finally called for the cheque you were sure you’d left a damp patch on your chair. When words had failed to be enough to tease you with Roger had taken to teasing you with light touches – running his foot up the inside of your leg, shuffling his hair closer to yours so he could lean into your ear, finding any small reason to touch your hand or your arm or even your neck. The worst was when he watched you swipe a finger through the last of the caramel sauce on your plate and caught your wrist before you could lick it clean. Your cheeks burned as he brought the fingertip to his own mouth, sucking it between his lips with a satisfied hum. You wanted to check if anyone was watching but couldn’t find it in you to draw your eyes from his lips, even when he let your wrist go. Brian didn’t help, leaning in on your other side, his hand dropping to your lap slowly inching the material of your dress higher, exposing more of your leg to the cool night air and his grasp. It was enough to draw a whine from you.     “Think we should get her home now?” Brian asked, voice closer than you’d have guessed it was.     “Yeah, I think we’ve earned it.”     You let out a sigh of relief that you were finally going to leave, finally going to get what you wanted, but it was premature. The teasing didn’t stop once you were in the car, if anything the privacy only spurred them on since there was no need to whisper or be subtle. Brian ushered you into the backseat, climbing in after and his hands were on your breasts before Roger had turned on the engine, pinching at your visibly hard nipples peeking out through the holes in the bust of your teddy. Roger damn near sped the entire way back to the villa, growing more impatient now that you’d left the restaurant.     “This is pretty,” Brian said, touching the teardrop of the necklace.     “Ro-Roggie got it for me,” your voice stuttered as Brian shifted his hand so the palm rested over the ruby, his long fingers laying against your collarbone.     “Rog has always liked shiny things. But I’m a little surprised he didn’t get you a choker.”     You whimpered as he reached behind your neck and tugged on the chain, pulling it tight around your throat.     “Oi don’t break it. Brand fucking new.” Roger said glancing into the mirror to watch.     “I won’t break it,” Brian rolled his eyes, “And tell me she doesn’t look good like this.”     “You mean how she looks completely fucked out before we’ve even touched her.”     Brian let the necklace drop back to its regular length as he and Roger laughed, leaving you feeling beyond flustered.    

 Once you were back at the villa you thought they’d pounce on you, sure that every step would be the last one you took before they pushed you against a wall or to your knees. Instead they just looked you over like predators assessing their prey.     “Are you going to behave for us?” Roger asked suddenly as he dropped the car keys on the living room coffee table.     You nodded, your voice not wanting to work.     “Take that dress off.”     Neither of them moved as you reached behind you with shaking fingers to undo the zip, even when you struggled to pull it down at first. They just stood there, watching. Brian made a noise of approval as the dress finally hit the ground, exposing the lingerie to them. Roger smiled to himself and made a circle motion with his finger. You did a slow turn for them, letting them see every inch of your outfit, from the heels and necklace you still wore to the cut outs in the front and back and the shine of the plug as it caught the light.     “If we wanted to be really mean we could just fuck her arse. Wouldn’t even have to undress her.” Roger said lowly, and then to you, “Now the necklace and shoes. Don’t want anything getting in the way. Tell Brian your safeword.”     You had to clear your throat before you could get the word out, “Red,”   “How fitting,”   “And what is it you want?”   “Your cocks, Sir,”   “Because…?”   “Because I’m a whore,”   “Good girl.”   “Behaving much better now, isn’t she.”   “I figured as much. Maybe you should give her something, Bri, make sure she understands her place.”   Brian stalked towards you, lacing his fingers in the back of your hair and tugging your head back gently to make you look at him, “Show me where the bedroom is, little slut, and we’ll see how much you can take.”   You knew you must look pathetic. Wide eyed and eager to earn his praise as you nodded with a small yes Sir. Brian let go of your hair and followed you towards the bedroom, ordering you to kneel on the bed once you were through the door. You knelt and waited. Brian traced his thumb over your bottom lip and let you suck on it.    “Probably soaked. And you’re sure she can handle it?”   “Positive. She’ll let you know if she can’t, or I will.”   That was enough for Brian who began undressing in front of you, popping the buttons on his shirt one by one. You would have watched, enraptured by the way his fingers moved, except that Roger took hold of your chin and turned your head towards himself.   “Your little performance back at the restaurant was a good way to kick things off, darling, but Bri isn’t happy you made him spill his drink. You’ll be paying for that little lapse of judgement now. And I won’t deny it’ll be hot to see you choking on him.” His grip on your chin loosened but the second you began to turn your head away Roger left a sharp slap on your cheek, “Pay attention. Now you’re going to show Brian just what a good hole you are, and if you’re lucky we’ll give you a chance to cum.” Roger turned back to Brian, “Don’t hold back.”  

 As soon as Brian’s cock was out he had a fist in your hair, pulling you towards him, his patience worn too thin. Not that you minded. This was what you’d tried to get from both him and Roger last time you’d been between them, they’d clearly learnt. He gave a handful of slow, shallow thrusts into your mouth under the pretence of letting you adjust but he soon lost any sense of mercy, relishing your gags as he pushed himself deeper down your throat. You braced your arms on his hips, his grunts as he rammed into your throat the only sound outside of your gagging. Tears began to pool in your eyes and you squeezed them shut only to feel Brian’s fingers hit your cheek in a sharp slap that didn’t quite hit the mark.   “Eyes on me while I’m ruining you, slut,”   You forced your eyes open, blinking until the mascara tinted tears ran down your face instead.   “Better. F-fuck you’re so fucking messy.”   You could only imagine the picture you must look, your freshly reapplied lipstick probably smeared over your face and Brian’s dick, hair wild from being grabbed and released and grabbed again, a mix of tears and saliva dripping off your chin onto your chest. The crotch of your teddy was definitely soaked by now, your cunt throbbing with the need to be touched. Brian gave your hair a particularly forceful tug and you moaned.   “You – fucking hell – you were right, she’s lo-ving this.”   Roger laughed, his voice getting closer as he moved away from where he’d been watching and came to stand behind you, “Hold her still a sec, I wanna get at her arse.”    Brian pulled you off him, fingers still tangled in your hair as he watched you cough and take as many gasped breaths as you could as Roger tugged your legs back, your hands falling to the mattress to hold yourself up. A sudden spank against your right cheek made you jolt and cry out.   “There we go. Can see that pretty new plug now.” Roger tapped the end of it pushing it further into you and making you gasp.    “Aww, does that feel good, fucktoy?”   You squeaked as he pulled the plug out a little, twitching under their grasps as Roger leaned forwards and spat on you before pushing it back in again.   “So wet already. Let’s see if we can’t make her drip.”   You had the chance to take one more hurried breath and then your head was being yanked back over Brian, his fingers in your hair pushing you the whole way down his length as Roger continued to play with the plug. A sudden spank caught you off guard and made you jolt and then gag, both of them making noises of approval in response. All it did was encourage them, Brian returning to his previous pace, holding you still as he used your throat relentlessly, Roger alternating between spanking you and twitching the plug inside you, both making you whine. Finally, when your bum was pink and stinging, they let you go, Brian practically throwing you from him. You landed on your side but quickly scrambled back to your knees so you could see them both.  

 “Oh good girl,” Roger cooed, swiping his fingers through the mess of saliva on your chin, “Think you took that well enough to get a chance to cum, what d’you say Bri?”   “I think so.”   “Thank you, Sirs,” you said somewhat breathlessly.   Brian moved behind you, pulling your arms behind your back and holding them in place as Roger let his fingers wander lightly over the material that covered your pussy. You hummed when he finally pressed against your clit, arching into his touch as Brian held your arms in place. You’d been waiting so long and you were so worked up it wasn’t long before you felt your orgasm beginning to build.   “Five. Four. Three. Two. One.”   Roger pulled his hand away before you could finish.    “What? No. I need more,”   Your cheek stung as Roger slapped you again, “You need what we say you need. Said you’d get the chance to cum and that’s exactly what you got. If you didn’t make it that’s because you didn’t want it enough.”   You felt Brian let go of your arms and then his hand between your shoulder blades pushing you down.   “All this on my account,” his nail tapped against the plug, “Maybe we should give her another chance.” Two fingers wormed their way underneath the teddy and pressed into your cunt with ease, “Maybe the poor little slut just didn’t have enough cock last time.” The fingers pumped into you a few times and then they were gone. You whined at the loss but it was only momentary, Roger beginning to remove the lingerie from your body and Brian pulling it all the way off your legs leaving you completely exposed to them. And then the fingers were replaced by Brian’s cock as he slowly sunk into you.    Roger’s hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing lightly as he forced you to look at him, “Is that what the whore wanted? To have her cunt filled?”   You keened as Brian pulled back, so slow you could feel every inch.   “Words.” Roger’s grip tightened a little.   “Ye-s, Sir, ‘s what I wanted.”   Each time Brian sunk into you was faster than the last and had you moaning, Roger squeezing your throat tighter.   “Five. You going to cum for us this time?”   “W-ait – fuck - more, please,”   “Four.”   “I ca-can’t,”   “You can’t? Hear that Bri, she can’t. So ungrateful, think I need to shut her up.”   Roger’s hand left your throat, the rush of air making your head spin, but then he was squeezing your cheeks until your mouth opened wide enough for his cock to fit. The counting stopped and you lost all sense of time. All you knew was them, their cocks. You could feel yourself getting closer to orgasm but Brian refused to touch your clit, just kept pounding into you, and it wasn’t enough. And when you did start to think that maybe you were going to cum Roger’s thrusts would get rougher and distract you. They didn’t care though. You were there to be used, a set of holes begging to be filled and nothing more. Even your moans were in their service, the vibrations making Roger swear. His hand found your throat again, squeezing around the dick shoved down it, making you clench around Brian. A warm, tingly feeling bubbled up in your chest as Brian grunted out something about how fucking tight you felt. And then he was gone, pulling out before he lost himself completely. Roger gave you a few more thrusts before he followed, and you collapsed in a gasping heap.   

“Still didn’t cum,” Brian said offhandedly, swatting at your hip, “should we give her another chance?”    "What do you think, fucktoy? Do you deserve another chance?”    “I think so Sir, I’ve been so good for you.”    “Hardly an unbiased opinion. But okay.”    There was a beat of silence. You didn’t want to say the wrong thing and change their minds when you were so close to getting the relief you craved. They looked at each other and then at you and within second you found yourself being rolled onto your back, each of them holding your legs wide open. Roger leaned down, his tongue tracing over the crease of your thigh, enough to make you squirm.    Brian slapped the thigh he held though it didn’t have as much power behind it as other hits you’d received, “Fucking beg for it, then.”    “Please Sirs, I want to cum so bad. Please make me cum.”    You’d barely finished speaking when you felt Brian’s finger enter you again, drawing a soft moan from you as they curled against your wall. It was nothing like the moan that came when Roger joined in. His lips latching onto your clit had your head tipping back and your hips pushing up and a long loud moan rising into the air as you finally got what you needed. Without thinking you dropped your hands and twisted your fingers in their hair, tugging lightly as your back arched. It didn’t take long to have you writhing as you came hard, all the  build up  of the last few days reaching a crescendo and finally breaking. But that didn’t mean they were going to stop. Your first orgasm had barely subsided when your stomach tightened with the second your hands clutching at their mops of hair as they expertly drew you to the edge and pushed you over. They kept fingering you and lapping at your clit as your release washed over you. For a wild moment you thought they were going to pull another orgasm from you but then they stopped, crawled up either side of you. You didn’t really notice until Roger tapped your cheek and told you to open. You didn’t know if he meant mouth or eyes so to be safe you opened both, watching as he spat onto your tongue and then as Brian did the same. You dutifully swallowed and thanked them both.    

  “You can have her first. Lube’s behind you on the nightstand.”    “You sure?” Brian asked.    “Yeah,” he looked down at you, “I don't mind sharing my toys.”    You were still a little dazed when you felt them both pulling you up onto your knees, but Roger let you wrap your arms around his neck.    “You okay?” he asked softly, “still want to do this?”    “Yes, so much.”    He chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to your jaw, “You’re fucking filthy.” He kept talking, soft words of encouragement and praise to help keep you relaxed as Brian carefully removed the plug and pressed his  lubed  up fingers into you instead. There was a pause as he coated his dick in lube but then you felt his tip pressing into you and groaned into Roger’s neck.     “Fuck. And I thought your cunt was tight. No, shit, don’t laugh.”    “Sorry,” you giggled against Roger’s skin, “just hit me how fucking wild this whole thing is.”    “‘s alright,” Roger said, trying not to laugh himself, “Just go slow,”    Brian waited to make sure you’d calmed down  before he pressed himself deeper. You whined when he started to fuck you, slowly, letting you adjust. You knew  the gentle restraint was over when you were pulled back against Brian, his hand latching onto your throat.  Roger shifted your legs and shuffled closer, sliding his cock along your slit. It was agony waiting for what you’d been fantasising about for so long, just out of reach. You tried to beg but Brian just pressed down harder on your throat, cutting you off. And then the wait ended, your head falling back into Brian’s shoulder as you grasped at them both, making Roger hiss as your nails bit into his skin.  If you hadn’t known they regularly performed together it would have been obvious from how in sync they were, picking up on small signals from each other and working in tandem to completely undo you. Brian’s hand left your throat but you barely noticed because Roger’s replaced it in a matter of seconds, keeping you twitching between them as they railed into you from both sides  until you lost all sense of who was where .  One of them dropped their finger to your clit, rubbing it in in fast harsh circles.  It was enough to have you reeling, their voices twice as loud as they mocked you , heat burning through every inch  of your body but twice as hot under their touch, your own heart beating so hard you were sure it would pound its way out of your chest.   “Stop fucking clenching like that,” Roger growled as he let your throat go, “not ready to leave your whore cunt yet,”    You inadvertently clenched around him again as he hit just the right spot, and w as  rewarded with a blow to your hip, the easiest place for him to reach. The noise seemed to echo as they drove into you , so hard and deep you could feel them in your throat. Or maybe that was just the fingers Brian had given you to suck on as he repeated  don’t cum yet  in your ear. Once he said  you couldn’t  it was all you wanted to do, all you could think about , the fingers on your clit drawing you ever closer . But  Roger was in your other ear ordering you to hold it as well. You bit your lip and squeezed your eyes shut but it was no use.    You whined around Brian’s fingers and let them slip from you, “I’m gon – gonna,” you panted out, tugging on Brian’s hair.    “Don’t you f- ucking  dare. Not yet,”    “I –” you moaned as you slipped over the edge, unable to hold it any longer, shaking as the orgasm rolled over you.    “Oh f-f-fuck,” Brian groaned, “Take it you f- ucking  sl-ut,” he pressed deep into you as he hit his release, filling you with hot spurts of cum. Roger stilled at the same time, keeping you in place until Brian, breathing hard, pulled himself free.     “My turn.”    You had a moment to feel the emptiness as  Roger  left you and pushed you onto your back before he shoved himself back inside your  sensitive  cunt.  Pressing your leg towards your head he resumed his rough pace, if anything rougher now that he wasn’t accommodating Brian as well, until his hips stuttered and his cock twitched, coating your walls.   

Roger collapsed beside you but other than that it was a while before any of you could find it in you to move. Brian was the first, shifting until he was more comfortably settled and throwing a hand over his eyes as he tried to process what had happened. You jumped slightly when Roger touched your arm lightly.    “Hey, just me. You okay?”    “Yeah.”    “You had a good time?”    “Yeah, yes.”    “Really? You seem  kinda  distant, you sure you’re alright?”    You turned your head to smile at him, “Positive. Just thinking about next valentines. You know it's going to have a lot to live up to.”    You watched him push himself up onto an elbow, his gaze shifting from you to Brian and back to you, “I don’t think that’ll be a problem,” He leaned down, his nose brushing yours as he kissed you softly.  Your moment was interrupted by Brian clearing his throat as he sat up, “Fuck next valentines, we’re going  again  tonight aren’t we? Tomorrow at the very least. I was told you had this place booked for the rest of the week.”    Roge r hummed , dragging a fingertip from your waist up towards your chest, “ Definitely going again.  There is still so much we  can do to her .” He winked at you, sending a shiver running down your spine.    “Maybe something else to drink first?”    “Of course, my love, ” He swung his legs over the bed and stood, stretching his arms above his head, “You want a drink too  Bri ?”    “If there’s one going,”    “Be back in a sec.” He stopped in the doorway and turned back to you and Brian, “but I call dibs on her arse next time.”     

[afteriwake]

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…And All The Men And Women Merely Players - Mycroft Holmes is not-so-subtly trying to make sure there’s a reconciliation between his youngest sibling Sherlock and his ex-wife, Molly Hooper, by forcing them to work together on a theatre project. But it isn’t all smooth sailing when his and Sherlock’s sister comes back from the States with a boyfriend who is the devil incarnate…and all hell is about to break loose.

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He was quite surprised to see his brother-in-law at the theatre with Mycroft. Gregory was a former cop with Scotland Yard, who had retired just three years ago after an injury on the job that required him to use a cane. Sherlock had gotten him a walking stick for his birthday that year that he liked to use when he did his morning and evening walks, and he was leaning on it now. “Trouble?” he asked when he got closer, letting Molly take Russell so Mary and John could coo at him. Both John and Mary had been asked to come back today to give opinions, but he’d already decided Mary would be perfect in the Ricoletti role and John would do well as the detective who investigated the case. Those were two of the meatier roles, as Emilia Ricoletti was supposed to haunt various men even after her death early in the play, so unless someone was better than them, he doubted he’d cast anyone else in the roles.

Mycroft nodded. “Eurus has found out about this production. She’s not interested, of course, since she despises us both, but...he wants a role.”

“No,” Sherlock said. “No bloody way am I letting that bastard get within a mile of a role in this play.”

“Gregory will be here to ensure that,” Mycroft said with a nod. “I also thought we could stay and keep an eye on Russell for you, at least for today. You know once Mummy finds out you have him early she’ll take him off your hands during the audition process.”

“I know, but...I might not get to see him as much if Janine’s thoughts to her weekend go the way she hopes,” Sherlock said.

“An engagement to the bloke she’s seeing?” Gregory said. Sherlock nodded. “Well, good. It will do the tyke good to have two good role models in his life as his da.”

“And you know the truth?” Sherlock asked Gregory quietly.

“Figured it out a while ago, but yeah,” Gregory said. “But you won’t hear me say anything other than what you and Janine decided upon.”

“Good,” Sherlock said, breathing a sigh of relief. Then he turned back to his brother. “Has Eurus given any indication of how long she plans on sticking around?”

“There seems to be the potential of a role in a film for her here, at Pinewood Studios, but other than that, no word,” Mycroft said. “Like you, that puts me ill at ease.”

Sherlock nodded, turning to look at Russell. Janine had been given a false name by the birth father, so he had no idea if it was someone in the circle of England’s more prestigious theatre crowd or an ex-pat who had come to add a West End play to their resume, but if there were two people he wanted to be kept far away from his godson, it was his sister and James Moriarty. They were never up to any good. While both were talented enough actors, they weren’t top tier and often resorted to...other means...to get their roles.

And Moriarty would get a role in this production over his dead body.

Gregory went over to join Molly and the others to spend time with Russell, leaving the Holmes brothers alone for a moment. “The reconciliation seems to be going well if she is that comfortable around Russell,” Mycroft murmured.

“She knows the truth, now. I think there will be a reconciliation, but...only time will tell. I don’t want to rush forward and plan a second wedding just yet.” He rubbed his thumb along his wedding band. “Janine knows she knows the truth, but she didn’t realize the rest of my friends and family were quite that astute. I think we’ll need to talk again soon about things. Russell is young enough that within a few months, we can count on her possible fiance being called Daddy and a new nickname for me.”

“But the fiction for her family?”

“I’ll keep up the pretense as long as she wants me too, even if she tells others the truth as well,” he said. “I...care for her and Russell as though they really are my family.”

Mycroft nodded. “That’s a good thing, you know, because you need the stabilizing roots family gives. I’ve worried while you’ve been alone.”

Sherlock’s gaze turned to Molly then, who was smiling brightly at something Gregory said. As soon as she caught his eye, she turned Russell to face him and they both waved, causing a wide grin to erupt on his face as he waved back. “If I ever find the bastard who donated his sperm to Russell, I think I’ll do whatever I can to make him pay and stay away from them forever.”

“It was consensual?” Mycroft asked.

Sherlock nodded. “Yes. But he wasn’t truthful, and so--” He was cut off by a shrill whistle behind him, and he turned to see James Moriarty walking up to them. It was all he could do not to roll his eyes. “James.”

“Sherlock,” the man said, adjusting his aviator sunglasses. “Heard you had a new play, thought I’d turn out to see if there was a spot in it. I also heard your ex was the one who wrote it.” There was a wolfish gleam in his eye that made him feel sick to his stomach, but it seemed fortune was on his side, as Molly came over and kissed him softly before passing Russell to him.

“Wanted his Da,” she said with a smile.

“And he’s got him,” Sherlock said, relaxing when Molly stayed close, even as Moriarty gave her the once-over. “I suppose we should all go in. I’ll spend some time with him and then he can go with his uncles for the day.”

“I think we can plan a trip to somewhere enjoyable and then let Mummy know he’s in town,” Mycroft said with a soft smile, roundly ignoring Moriarty. He headed to the theatre doors, leaving the unwanted man with Sherlock, Molly, and Russell. Moriarty eyed the child with a mixture of distaste and curiosity.

“Looks a lot like I did when I was a boy,” Moriarty murmured before reaching over to pinch Russell’s cheek. Russell turned his head, burying his face into the crook of Sherlock’s neck, and Sherlock turned so Moriarty had to drop his arm before he reached Russell. His head was clanging alarm bells at the notion the Moriarty could be the sperm donor. He hoped it wasn’t true, that the similarity was just a fluke, but as Moriarty spat out a huff and walked around them to the theatre doors, Molly looked up at him worriedly.

This could all get much more complicated than Sherlock had ever dreamed of...

[boned-spy]

TF2 Secret Santa 2019!

Merry Christmas/Smissmas @trashiny-draws​!!! I was your Secret Santa this year! I heard you really love Scout and specifically fanfics of Scout so I did my best to make sure you got exactly that this holiday!

You offered so many great prompts to pick from so I decided to mash some together for you! I hope you enjoy it and have a wonderful day of celebration!

Also, your Secret Santa was super enjoyable for me to write so don’t feel bad for wanting so much Scout content! You deserve it, man! Also, I apologize if my writing is bad. It’s been years since I last wrote these characters.

Prompts I mashed together: “Takes place right after End of the Line”, “Scout is a Dumbass™ and needs help while stuck in the snow”, “Scout completely forgot about Sniper- BIG UH OH TIME”, “Team bonding and being a loving murder-family”, “Dad!Spy”(Strongly hinted)

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“Yo, hardhat! You drifting off on me? I didn’t even get to the best part yet!” Scout tittered, still sitting on the edge of his seat, wide-awake.

“Boy, you’ve been goin’ on about yourself for hours; from how ya woke up to what you ate for lunch. We’ve had a pretty long day ourselves and wanna get some shut eye before we start cleaning up all the debris outside tomorrow.” Engineer sluggishly bit back, cranky from exhaustion but unable to put any real heat into it. His eyes were clearly burning as he pulled his goggles off his face to rest along his neck, pinching the bridge of his nose to dispel the ache bundled there. With a sigh, he tried a little more gently as he met the runner’s gaze again, “You reckon you can wrap your story up soon, son?”

Scout took a quick glance around the dining hall and only then just noticed how worn out everyone looked. Medic, Spy, and Heavy looked bored. Tired bored. Demo and Soldier had settled down with their hands holding their heads, stubbornly trying to beat the sleep threatening to take over them any minute. And then there was Pyro. Scout couldn’t tell if Pyro was sleeping or still awake since they had been resting their head on the table ever since everyone sat down to eat a few hours ago.

If he wasn’t careful, Scout was on the verge of completely losing the group’s attention. And Scout could NOT have that.

“Psh, fine! I’ll get to the juicy bits then. Now where was I…? Oh!” Scout suddenly leaned forward conspiratorially as he began talking with his hands, hoping to get everyone in the room more invested in his story by doing so. “So there I was, freezing my ass off in the lookout. It must have been, like, negative 400 degrees. Probably. I couldn’t feel my toes, my fingers, or my gorgeous face! But did that stop me from my incredibly important duty? Hell no! I patrolled the crap out of that crappy shack like my life depended on it! And it totally did! Cause, ya see, right after circling the perimeter or whatever for like, the two hundredth time, my incredible Scout-hearing picked up the screeching of that train before it even passed by! You know, the one that almost killed us and all those poor, defenseless cat orphans?”

The room deadpanned at the expectant pause.

“Anyways, that’s when I turned to Snipes like the badass I was and told him to get his van started for us to chase it down. The guy was basically lost without me! ‘Was super busy peeing in jars and cleaning his rifle or whatever--“

“And where exactly is Sniper to back up these claims? I’m fairly certain he would have already poked a hole or two in this unbelievably long-winded and far-fetched tale of yours.” Spy cut in dryly, his stony expression largely unchanged since first sitting down earlier that evening.

The whole room stilled at the question, as it was a very good question.

For the first time in hours, the room stirred as seven sets of eyes (and Demo’s single eye) sleepily searched around the room for the Australian. After a moment, however, brows soon furrowed and heads turned at greater angles as they inspected the hall more attentively. Typically it wasn’t odd for the marksman to be missing, as everyone knew how much he enjoyed his privacy, but the team was well aware they hadn’t seen Sniper since the incident that day. Or with Scout afterwards, for that matter.

At the quiet but unified revelation, all eyes leveled suddenly on the Bostonian who was now sitting with his back ramrod straight at the scrutinizing stares, never mind the dawning horror that manifested quite clearly on his face.

“Scout? Where is Sniper?” Medic repeated the question cautiously, slowly. The air felt uncomfortably stiff as mere seconds of silence threatened to deafen them all.

The last Scout had seen of Sniper was when his van crashed into that rundown building hanging off the edge of the cliff after he jumped onto the train to try and stop it. He hadn’t seen if Sniper’s van stopped dead in the building or if it ran clean off the edge. And if it did happen to be the latter…

“Oh, my God.” Scout stood abruptly, banging his knees off the table with a yelp. “Aow! Oh, my God! Oh, sh- I gotta go! I GOTTA GO!”

The runner was already out the door and sprinting for the RED Bread truck by the time someone managed to shout after him to wait and explain himself. Scout had barely registered who it was and didn’t care to as he reached the garage and practically leaped into the driver’s seat to fumble with the keys already sitting in the ignition. He started the vehicle as quickly as he got inside of it, slamming the stick into reverse before peeling out of the base with a loud scream of wheels.

“Oh crap, oh my crap. Snipes, man, you better be super alive out there.” Scout muttered in a panic to himself, foot pressing harder on the accelerator as an intrusive thought interrupted his focus regarding how long the hopefully still-alive Australian had been missing for out in the extreme cold. The runner dared to sneak a peek at the digital clock resting above the vehicle’s transmitter and paled.

Seven hours. If Sniper was alive, he’s been sitting in the cold for seven freakin’ hours.

“Oh, God, this guy’s freakin’ dead! If he wasn’t dead before, he’s super dead now! He complained about the cold the whole freakin’ time and now he’s a Snipe-cicle. The poor bastard barely had a chance!” Scout ranted and raved out his nervous energy, still unfalteringly speeding towards the lookout up the mountain despite the words coming out of his mouth. “I should have offered him my gum, man. Chewing keeps you warm like talking keeps you warm. Now he’s gum-less and frozen to death. Way to go, Scout, you killed a guy by not giving him some damn gum!”

The video transmitter suddenly started blaring from the dashboard, startling Scout enough to veer the van off the side of the road with a terrified scream before hurriedly readjusting right back onto it, foot never letting off the pedal the whole incident. Hardly able to catch his breath from the scare, Scout blinked down at the ringing device before punching the button to ignore it. Whoever it was could wait. It was taking all his concentration to not crash and a conversation was the last thing he needed right now.

The dangerous drive up the mountain towards the wreck site took less than thirty minutes thanks to Scout’s reckless regard for his own safety, the bread van’s engine practically screaming for mercy by the time he wrenched the vehicle to the side of the snow-covered railroad tracks before hopping out.

It was a thousand times colder than it had been earlier in the day, nightfall dropping already cold temperatures to an insanely low degree. Sure, Scout had been spouting about Sniper’s death the whole drive there, but it was only then he realized how very probable it actually was.

The revelation had the runner feeling sick to his stomach, but he still pressed on and attempted to ignore his own hang-ups for his teammate’s sake. Flicking on the flashlight he had hurriedly stowed in his jacket pocket before launching himself from the truck, Scout approached the now dilapidated building with a sizable van-shaped hole. Light snowfall calmly blanketed the ground as he trekked, so thick that the runner had to lift his knees higher from the ground to avoid dragging them through the frozen terrain. Even the air felt harder to breathe from how cold it was.

“Snipes?” Scout called out with uncertainty, shining his light around and wincing at every broken board and tire tread mark he spotted, “You, uh, huddled in a corner around here or frozen to death or…?”

Scout finally reached the end of the destruction at the other side of the building, his flashlight illuminating a hole complimenting the one he entered just moments ago. His heart dropped into his stomach, sure that Sniper really had driven off the mountain and to his death, until his light reflected off a cracked side-door mirror that blinded him.

“Ugh!” Scout squinted with an annoyed grunt, perking up immediately when he realized exactly what he was just blinded by. As fast as he ran on the battlefield, he mindlessly sprinted for the driver’s side with a huge grin of relief, feeling silly he ever doubted Sniper’s survival to begin with. “Yes! Oh, thank God! Sniper, man, I thought you were—“

The runner stopped himself short as he shined his flashlight into the van, the door already kicked open and stuck, frozen solid. Small icicles formed along the roof of the interior, a thin coat of frost encompassing the entirety of the dash, and Sniper…

Sniper was curled in his seat, feet pressed flat against the window, arms braced against the back of where he sat, skin pale and violently shivering. Scout took a step forward instinctively to try and offer help only to squeak in surprise as he caught himself before walking completely off the edge of a cliff. A cliff, he finally registered, that the whole van had been teetering on for at least seven hours now.

“Oh sweet Jesus.” Scout grimaced, placing both hands on top of his head as he took in the puzzle he had to now solve, by himself, in zero degree weather.

He could totally do this.

“Okay. So, time to use that big brain of mine...” Scout muttered partly to himself as Sniper continued staring at him, too ridden with frostbite to speak or move. The youngest had no doubt that if the marksman had control or feeling in his facial muscles, he’d be glaring daggers at him right now.

The van seemed completely frozen, tires included, so Scout was pretty sure it could take a nudge or two without nose-diving off the mountain. Still, Sniper was frozen to the van too, so the Bostonian would need to do more than nudge to get him out.

Okay.

Scout clapped his hands together with determination, his resolution so plain on his face, Sniper’s brow just barely managed to knot in deep concern.

“You gotta work with me here, brotha. Just relax and let the expert get to work.”

Sniper’s eyes widened in alarm as Scout strode closer and leaned his body out over the edge to reach for the huntsman, fingers outstretched with effort before clamping down like vices into the frosty, stiff sleeve of Sniper’s shirt. His weight made the van groan, the vehicle budging by millimeters as Scout placed more of his weight into the front of it in order to get a better grip.

“S-s-s-st—S-top!” Sniper chattered desperately through gritted teeth, seeing more than feeling his van lurching ever so slowly forward towards the void below as Scout strained to gather more of his clothing into his hands.

“I got you, man! Just…! Almost!” Scout grunted with the effort, white clouds from his panting filling the air around them as he finally managed to gather Sniper’s jacket into his other hand. “Gotcha!”

Just as Scout poised himself to jerk Sniper out of the icy prison that was his seat with all his might, Sniper’s van tottered violently forward, dragging Scout with it as he lost his footing from the edge.

Scout screamed from the top of his lungs as he felt himself get pulled off his feet, fingers clenching for dear life onto the still-stuck Sniper in the van as he dangled in mid-air helplessly.

Wait. Dangled? Shouldn’t Scout be at the bottom of the mountain by now, body horribly twisted in metal and covered in broken jars of jarate?

“Well, that was idiotic.” A nasally voice chided from where Scout had been standing just seconds before.

Unable to swivel his head around to see who it was, Scout squawked as he felt the entire van tilt backwards and somehow reverse back onto solid ground, his body half-buried by snow as it was dragged away from certain death like a lifeless doll.

“Danke shoen, Heavy.”

“Mm.”

With a groan, Scout pulled his head from the unforgivingly cold fluff his face had been buried in and blearily blinked up at his mysterious saviors.

“Guys?”

“Guys?” Spy mocked, replicating the runner’s voice perfectly as he glared down in disapproval at Scout shakily rising to his knees, moodily tossing his spent cigarette into the blackness below. “The next time you decide to run off and ignore our calls, I may conveniently forget I placed a tracker on you and leave you to whatever fate your stupidity leads you to.”

“Tracker?!” Scout started patting himself down frantically.

“You will not find it.” Spy informed casually, shaking his head before turning his attention to Medic and Heavy, who had already dragged Sniper out from his van and were carrying him into Engineer’s truck to get him warmed up.

“What in Sam Hill were you thinking, boy?” Engineer came over to bend down and pick Scout back up on his feet, brushing the snow off his shoulders a little too roughly as he scolded him. “Running away without telling a soul where you were going or why, just to end up out here and nearly killing yourself and string bean over there. Did you knock your head earlier today or what?”

“I get it! Jeez!” Scout snapped back defensively, arms flung up in exasperated defeat. “But Sniper’s been sittin’ out here for hours! I had to do something!”

“And you could have done that something more effectively if you simply explained to us what had happened.” Spy bit back, his agitation and concern simmering under a cool, stern façade.

“Alright, that’s enough bickerin’ now. I’m too damn tired to put in the effort and it’s too damn late to be doin’ it.” Engineer wiped a hand over his face before slapping it onto Scout’s shoulder to give a firm squeeze. “We worried about ya, is all. We thought we lost Sniper and you and, well… We already dealt with a lot today, and you runnin’ off didn’t help much.”

Spy refused to meet Scout’s eyes as he nonchalantly pulled out another cigarette, avoiding Engineer’s gaze as well when the laborer glanced over pointedly at him as he spoke. Scout shot the Texan a confused look before Engineer shook his head with a sigh.

“Just don’t do it again.” Engineer patted Scout roughly on the back before moving away to check on Sniper, who was still sitting in his truck and trying to recover. The windows of the pickup glowed red from Medic’s medigun, doing his best to help the Australian along in healing his frostbite. He’d be in perfect health and ready to head back to the base in no time, Scout knew. And thinking back on it all, considering how easy saving Sniper was when everyone was involved, maybe it would have made more sense to bring the gang out with him.

Maybe Scout had kind of overreacted and made the whole rescue mission way harder than it needed to be. Especially on Sniper.

Feeling like a moron now despite genuinely trying to do the right thing, Scout stood and watched with his arms crossed as the other mercenaries milled about around him, rubbing his arms in an attempt to warm himself after rolling around in the snow.

“You’ve got guts, son!” Soldier’s voice boomed suddenly from behind him, causing Scout to yelp when a large, calloused hand slapped his back a little too hard. “Your bravery deserves a medal of honor! No man left behind! That’s what I like to see in this unit! Stop by my quarters later and we’ll celebrate your efforts the proper American way by training! With me! Hehehehe!”

Scout coughed and tried for a convincing smile at the offer, a small part of him appreciating the little bit of praise he was getting that night. He waved half-heartedly after the patriotic man with an uneasy chuckle as he passed him by with a massive grin on his face. “Oh, sure, yeah. I’ll have to try and remember when we get back to, uh, totally do that.”

“Ach, donnae worry, lad. It’s the wee hours of morning. ‘Ain’t a chance he’ll remember on the car ride home. He’ll be bloody asleep by the time we get back.” Demoman nudged Scout’s arm from behind as they watched Soldier march back to the truck to also check on Sniper. The two stayed standing side-by-side and observed for a few moments as the majority of the team hovered around the marksman just to make sure he was okay. Scout found himself smirking a little to himself at the rare sight.

“Like a fooked up family, we are. Eh?” Demo chuckled, pulling Scout into a quick, friendly side-armed hug. The Bostonian allowed it, but made a bit of a face at the affectionate contact, still feeling out of sorts from the whole incident he couldn’t help feeling was partly his fault. The demolitions expert picked up on it easily, however, and released him with a sigh. “Don’t let this eat’ya up, laddie. Just like I said, right? We’re one bloody mess of a family. If yer gonnae do something stupid, ya might as well include us.”

Scout snorted genuinely at that, shrugging but with a small smile on his face. “Yeah, yeah. I got enough brothers at home. I don’t need a bunch of dads to match.” He replied jokingly to deflect the rather sappy sentiment.

“A family’s what’cha make of it.” Demo shot back easily enough, earning him a look of surprise from Scout at the sincere wisdom from out of nowhere as the explosives expert idly searched his own person for his flask. He muttered to himself in dismay when he turned up with nothing, eyeing Sniper’s van before giving a groan of resignation. “Ach, mother o’ mercy. Must’ave left the bloody thing back home. Guess I’ll be in the van taking a bleedin’ nap until we get back then.” Demo gave a two-finger salute as he turned to leave. “Nighty night, lad.”

“Yeah, night.” Scout called after his shoulder.

The Bostonian turned back towards the loose crowd still hanging around the truck and allowed himself a warm, heartfelt smile.

Man.

Scout really had to pee now.

_ -_-_-_-_-_

[grotesquegabby]

I know I may have asked this before so you can skip it and I can try to find the OG answer, but how would your elders feel about mine? I believe you only did three of yours which is okay, just wanted to see if you were willing to do it for others

I found the og post huehue~ So I can answer for the rest of them. uwu I am totally willing~ some of these guys are assholes so I apologize ahead of time

Seraph: (golden bitch)

Risus - Eh suppose you are fine as long as you dont cause trouble for me.

Trituna - Would try and stay out of Tritunas way not because they are scared but because even Seraph understands the balance of things shouldnt be fucked with.

Conllium - this may come as a surprise but Seraph would actually like Conllium but wont admit it. They like Conlliums realm and how just....the way everything is. They wont admit this to anyone though x3

Cundolili - Would mostly be curious about Cundolili

Trema/Astute - would be neutral towards

Decla -  another they would be neutral towards

Nalia - Just wants to say they love Nalias outfit but wont say anything else x3

Sionis - booorrring.

Mecor - Another beautiful elder whom Seraph will be jealous of x3 but wont say anything about it.

Logium - wouldn’t really know too much about Logium so not too much of an opinion.

Zerneboh: (bastard mode activated)

Risus - a possible ally/friend/frenemy

Trituna - As one who destroys the balance of things they will hate each other.

Conllium - Wouldn’t like Conllium one bit.

Cundolili - Will be curious, as to who this is and why they will be replacing Conllium.

Trema/Astute - Would Tolerate more than Decla.

Decla - Would tolerate Decla but would not like them. Zerneboh loves absolute chaos and disaster~

Nalia - Wouldn’t like Nalia in the least but knowing Zerneboh he pretends to be friendly with almost anyone. Cause hes a bastard.

Sionis - would find them annoying.

Mecor - hmm~ Zerneboh might be a creep to her but there are those who wont let that happen so she will be fine. But what an interesting family~ he thinks to himself

Logium - No

Orfeo: (a little bitch)

Risus - would see a possible friend in Risus.

Trituna - Dont think He would like her. Balance....gonna fuck that shit up.

Conllium - Nope

Cundolili - uhhh

Trema/Astute - maaaybe?.....I...wait...no...

Decla - They deal with Risus they can handle Orfeo x3 so this is a Nope from him heheh

Nalia - Thinks they are beautiful will learn quickly not to be a creep to them

Sionis - ah fuck...

Mecor - beautiful~.... (dont even think about it Orfeo...)

Logium -well x3 I dont really need to say why these two wont get along lol

Pestilence:

Risus - What he feels about Risus is hard to say, Pestilence is a complicated guy.

Trituna - Pestilence is iffy again here. Hes not one to always deliberately piss someone off like Famine or accidentally like War. I imagine these two would be an on off kind of possible friendship or allyship wise.

Conllium - A chill tree, a lovely place to be. Definitely would see them as a friend indeed. His contribution to the decorations are masks to hang upon their branches~

Cundolili - Would be welcoming to Cundolili. Curious about them,  but would never do them harm. Just as welcoming to them as they are to Mecor. uwu

Trema/Astute - Wouldnt mind Trema, though Trema might mind him. Pestilence can be annoying to some.

Decla - I feel the relationship here would be rocky considering Pestilence is Pestilence and they spread all kinds of sickness and destruction. But he is a chill guy who wouldnt mind chilling out if asked nicely. hes weird that way x3

Nalia - honestly seems like a really fun person. Pestilence would enjoy their company a lot uwu

Sionis - Doesn’t mind Sionis, chill, does a good job at their role. Even Pestilence loves Justice, especially when it happens to those who deserve it.

Mecor - Elder to be/New Elder, Pestilence would welcome her with open arms. He enjoys meeting new people. Would think shes a swell lady, lovely family.

Logium - Time is Time and Time is a friend to some and an enemy to others. But Pestilence has no issue with the Lord of Time in fact finds them quite entertaining and such uwu

War:

Risus - is a torn between hating and wanting to help them in whatever they do. War is a complicated person and War does as War does.

Trituna - I think these two would have a tough time getting along.

Conllium -  I imagine she has tried to fight Conllium but failed to lift them cause she would try that. I imagine she would give up though and pass out next to them asleep x3

Cundolili - would want to know who this is as soon as possible. Could be a wrestle buddy you never know. x3

Trema/Astute - might find Trema kind of boring.

Decla - Wanna wrestle...at least? I think they would see Decla as a possible buddy. Something about Decla screams friend to War.

Nalia - I dont imagine these two would get along very well. War might not like how peppy Nalia is or seems. and Would try and void them.

Sionis - Wants to fight but in like a...friendly way. War isn’t so good at understanding friendship but she would Sionis as a possible ally and friend.

Mecor - Will ask if she wants to fight as a sort of welcome and to see how tough she is. You can turn her down its okay plus she will be told thats not how we welcome people into the council. Stop asking everyone to fight (its like that zodiac make up video where one of the zodiacs constantly is like wanna fight)

Logium - Gets the weirdest feeling they have to be super respectful. So shes gonna try.

Famine: ( the least liked of the horsemen)

Risus - eh...could get along actually. Famines is more leaning towards that side.

Trituna - Famine is the type fo fuck up balance. He and Trituna I dont believe would get along very well...

Conllium - He wouldn’t care for Conllium no reason specified why though

Cundolili - Wouldnt really have an opinion as of yet.

Trema/Astute - Wouldn’t have too much of an opinion but would tolerate Trema/perhaps even find some enjoyment in talking with them though Famines not much of a talker.

Decla - The things Famine does is in no way a sensible disaster...I imagine Decla would be trying to fix whatever damage Famine does. So they wouldnt get along either. Would find Decla annoying

Nalia - Would find Nalias outlook and attitude irritating. Too much positivity.

Sionis - For some reason I dont see these two getting along. I see Famine being kind of a dick to Sionis, it could be that Sionis is for justice/protection and such and Famine is...well Famine. So he would see Sionis as someone who would try and stop him from what hes doing.

Mecor - a newcomer who was fated to come. Hed share his piece about the Elders with Mecor and be on his way. Hes not very welcoming....so just ignore him the others will tell Mecor the same uwu

Logium - Mysterious being who Famine has honestly never seen. And hed be lying if he said he wasn’t a tad bit nervous to meet them. Something about this elder would send a slight shiver down his spine.

Hope:

Risus - Oh crumbling biscuits....not another one.

Trituna - You are the elder of Balance, she would consider it an honor to meet them. Hope loves many of the elders like Trituna. Would show them respect uwu

Conllium - definitely someone she would fall asleep next to them. She would also go and talk with them a lot. Conllium is such a wonderful elder. uwu

Cundolili - Would adore Cundolili (- uwu-) even if their presence means Conllium is no longer around which would sadden Hope. She would welcome Cundolili with open arms.

Trema/Astute - somewhat nervous around but would get used to them uwu Knows they are not a bad elder like Risus or Zerneboh

Decla - This is a being who works very hard and deals with a lot. They deal with Risus and who knows what else. Definitely deserves respect

Nalia - Would Love Nalia, absolutely love them. Would definitely want to spend time with Nalia the most.

Sionis - Sionis would make Hope a bit nervous but she knows they are just a serious person. She would trust them and find them quite reliable uwu look up to them even.

Mecor - Would love to meet her, cant wait to meet her. Shes heard nothing but good things!

Logium -A very wise and calm being, Who Hope would feel compltely safe around. uwu Definite trust from the start.

Space Grandpa:

Risus - Would absolutely dislike them

Trituna - is someone they would enjoy being around. Space Grandpa isnt always one for talk but Trituna is someone they would enjoy spending time with regardless if they talked or not.

Conllium - Is one who would visit Conllium, unfortunately would not be able to sit beside them and sleep. Too big. x3 but They would love to chat with them, spend time with them.

Cundolili - welcome with open.....tentacles? arms? claws? something x3 they will welcome them. Offer any assistance if they so wish for it.

Trema/Astute - would remind him of The Void,

Decla - would feel bad they have to deal with Risus so much. Would offer an ear to listen. Space Grandpas a good listener. Definitely would see Decla as a possible friend.

Nalia - Loves how Nalia is, loves their attitude and personality.

Sionis - Admire Sionis, Dependable, a good person. Sees them as an equal like other elders among them.

Mecor - Would be welcoming, more so than normal with others. Mecor is family after all.

Logium -equal footing. A good being and wise, mysterious

Void: (This is more of how void would describe them..as Void is neutral to everyone)

Risus - one who causes trouble

Trituna - Balance, you are very important to the multiverse.

Conllium - a peaceful being

Cundolili - a young one, welcome

Trema/Astute - perfect neutrality

Decla - hard worker

Nalia - peppy one, they were once that way. It is nice to see another

Sionis - a being who watches, reliable.

Mecor - fated to be.

Logium - Father time is a thing theyve heard humans say. But Time is Time

Hope this was good~ uwu sorry I know its a lot

[fluffyheretic]

I’m so fucking tempted to say “every single question with Kazushuu or Hitoshuu (except for the nsfw ones i guess)” But I don’t want to singlehandedly kill you

ok let’s do it

as a side note sometimes the answer is the same or similar for both ships just bc shuu is uh. the same person. but ofc not always

under cut for lengthhhh

1. Who makes the first move and how?

hitoshuu: normally im gonna say definitely hitori. he probably decides to be direct and just straight up ask. in iwasweetie au specifically tho i want it to be sweetie if only bc i need to make him get over his shit. he also asks “directly” but it actually involves a lot of stuttering and beating around the bush so it ends up not being very direct

shuukazu: im not sure if it would really be one of them specifically, i can see them as the “this kind of just happened” couple. maybe kazuaki is the one after several months whos like “so um… what are we…. lol………..”

2. Who is the most insecure and what makes them feel better?

hitoshuu: shuu, not that hitori is the paragon of confidence but shuus like “wtf hes the ideal young man and im Bastard Supreme but ok i guess”

shuukazu: BOTH LMAO but kazu is more vocal abt it and shuu is the Bottle Up EVERYTHING type

some good ol body positivity cuddle sessions work in both cases

3. Who is the most romantic?

anyone but shuu for obvious “i dont even know what feelings ARE” reasons

4. Who can’t keep their hands to themselves?

again anyone but shuu for obvious “i dont even know what intimacy IS” reasons but specifically hitori is just more confident and kazuaki isnt necessarily confident but is more just. shameless

5. Who says ‘I love you’ first?

not shuu for similar reasons as above. there’s a trend here, you see

6. Who would they ask if they ever had a threesome?

THIS is a CHRISTIAN blog

7. What do they get up to on a night out?

hitoshuu: going to dinner at a place thats nice but not TOO nice. like good comfortable atmosphere and good food but not posh

shuukazu: they probably just wander around, maybe go shopping, kazuaki keeps pointing out stuff he wants and dr iwamine “i dont know what to do with my money bc i dont want for material things” shuu just buys it for him. shuu please stop enabling him. stop it.

8. What do they like in bed?

hitoshuu: cuddling :)

shuukazu: snuggling :)

9. What is the most embarrassing thing they have done in front of each other?

i feel like shuu considers every single new couple-y thing he does to be the new most embarrassing thing he’s done. we’re holding hands? embarrassing. i kissed you? god now THATS embarrassing. you caught me wearing your sweater that you accidentally left at my place? well put me in the fucking ground thats literally the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to anybody. how dare i show sentimentality. despicable

kazuaki is similar in that he’s constantly one-upping himself and getting a NEW most embarrassing thing but his things include stuff like getting caught watching really strange anime and scream-singing pop songs and anime OPs in the shower

hitori probably like tripped on the sidewalk once

10. What two songs, two books and two luxury items do they take to a desert island?

these questions are difficult bc man idk what media exists in 2188 bird japan

11. What do they hide from one another?

in both cases shuus answer is “just about everything” hes terrified of the mortifying ordeal of being known. pretty much everything you learn about him has to be squeezed out

hitori hides how troubled he really is because he wants to seem like the responsible one everyone can depend on so that they dont have to worry about him. he does his best to hide when hes struggling but since shuu has that exact same impulse they pretty quickly start to see through each other, but are also very understanding about it.

kazuaki probably doesnt have as much to hide but he might be shy about portraying how REALLY in love with shuu he is too soon because he doesnt want to scare him away. he also hides the weirder shows and games and stuff that hes into lol

12. What first changes when it starts getting serious?

hitoshuu: i can see them having that kind of relationship where at first its casual and almost competitive in a way, like a “i think youre sexy and the only thing i know to do about it is see what i can do to make you flustered, then act smug when i succeed” thing. but over time when the novelty of that starts to wear off they both kinda realize they just straight up like each other and start being more genuine and soft.

shuukazu: again its a similar thing with shuu where he starts feeling more comfortable with letting himself be a little more genuine and START opening up. kazuaki picks up on this as a good sign and starts to worry less about trying to impress shuu and more just enjoying their time together.

13. When do they realize they should get together?

this is another one that i think is a similar answer in both cases, at least for shuu’s part he has a “dammit. i cant lose him” moment. since hes a person of very few words he tries to communicate “i want us to be serious” via letting down his walls a little bit, which hitori/kazuaki hopefully notice is happening and then are like “oh maybe we can work”

14. When one has a cold, what does the other do?

for shuu and hitori its “responsibly take care of you, bc its what i should do but also secretly i get STRESSED AS FUCK when someone i care about is sick so i gotta make sure youre okay”

for kazuaki its “take care of you, although i dont really know what im doing, also i thought since youre bedridden we could cuddle but its not as enjoyable as i wanted so like I’m Here but also im gonna watch tv okay? ill get u crackers and ginger ale”

15. When they watch a film what do they choose and why? Who gets the final vote?

hitoshuu: shuu’s gonna say he doesn’t care, but hitori also doesn’t really care so eventually he’ll get shuu to admit that he’d like to watch a nature documentary. especially if it’s marine-themed. hitori likes that too so hey there you go

shuukazu: shuu WILL watch the 76th pokemon movie OR ELSE

16. When the zombie apocalypse comes, how do they cope together?

hitoshuu: both are cutthroat bastards that do anything it takes to keep each other safe. their reliance and trust in each other is probably 99% of what keeps them going.

shuukazu: again shuus gonna do literally anything it takes to keep kazuaki safe, but to be real i dont know if kazuaki is making it out of this one. and if he doesnt then shuus not either.

17. When they find a time machine, where do they go?

shuu’s answer is going to be at various points in prehistory to study organisms that are now long-extinct (side note god thats definitely my answer too). his bf is worried abt the dangers but comes with him to make sure he doesn’t get into trouble.

i think hitori might not have anything specific in mind but going to historical sites in their heydays seems like a good choice.

since kazuaki likes literature he’d probably want to see historical stuff related to that, like seeing shakespeare plays when they first came out and meeting his favorite dead authors to ask them questions.

18. When they fight, how do they make up?

hitoshuu: hitori doesn’t like to dance around that kind of thing, after a little time has passed for them to both think about it then he’ll just be direct and say “hey lets talk about that thing that happened” if he feels he was in the wrong then he’ll then follow that up with an apology. i can see hitori being a little grudgy but then quickly getting tired of it and just wanting things to be resolved. shuu hates talking things out because hes bad at it but he knows its best so he’ll just try to explain how he felt at the time but also what he’s considered since then. even if he’s not good at explaining himself, hitori is good at understanding him anyway so they usually work it out pretty quickly.

shuukazu: they can be messier since kazuaki gets really emotional really quickly and sometimes says things he doesnt mean. theyre both bad at dealing with it afterwards though until after a few awkward days, kazuaki cant take it and is like “waaa i dont want us to be fighting anymore 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺” and shuus like “ok.” because yeah he’ll take the easy way out. they could probably improve their communication tbh

19. Where do they go on their first date?

hitoshuu: they probably decide to do something simple and casual to make it less awkward so they just get coffee. shuu feels like, from what he knows, that he should be expecting hitori to make a move on him. hitori doesnt because he wants to be considerate of shuus comfort level, but shuu takes it as a sign of disinterest. luckily shuu realizes hes wrong about that when hitori quickly invites him on Another date where they take a stroll in the park, and thats when hitori goes in for the tactical hand-hold maneuver.

shuukazu: kind of the opposite of hitoshuu in that they dont really declare it officially as a date. kazuaki just asks shuu if he wants to see a movie with him, not really calling it a date but kind of implying it to be one. shuu probably doesnt care about the movie but thinks this might possibly maybe be a date so he should go. kazuaki then uses it as a chance to Put On The Movies, as awkward as that might be, including the classic “stretch with my arms up and then let one down over your shoulders” move. shuu doesnt really know how to indicate his own interest in response but hopes the fact that hes also not complaining in any way gives a hint. despite it not REALLY being an official date at the time, later on theyll look back on it and decide that yeah that was their first date.

20. Where do they go on holiday?

shuu hates taking time off work, but if he must, then he’ll be content as long as theres something scientifically interesting there like a museum or an aquarium.

hitori doesnt really mind where they go, hes just grateful to get to go on holiday at all, so he’ll let shuu pick. and again, that’s going to be somewhere with a natural history museum, probably a very nice one and they’ll both enjoy it.

kazuaki is similar in that he’s just happy to be there but his ideal holiday destination is probably just…. akihabara. so shuu relents and goes there with him occasionally. kazuaki does like to visit aquariums with shuu though! they do both

21. Where do they get nervous about going with one another?

hitoshuu: the cemetery, at least at first when they arent used to being that vulnerable in front of each other

shuukazu: well shuu sure as shit is nervous about going to anime cons with kazu

22. Where does their first kiss happen?

in both cases, definitely at one of their homes, because shuus too much of a wreck to have a moment like that in a public place.

for shuukazu, i picture it that theyre just hanging out at kazuakis place and relaxing, and they end up cuddling a lot, and kazuaki kisses him kind of impulsively. hes then very apologetic about it before shuu manages to assure him that its fine.

hitoshuu, maybe hitori walks shuu home after a date and goes for the classic end of date goodbye kiss, but just on the cheek. then when once again hitori has walked shuu home, shuu wonders if he should expect a real kiss this time, but hitori goes for the cheek again. shuus disappointed and grabs hitoris sleeve before he turns away because he doesnt know how to say he wants more. but hitori takes the hint and kisses him for real this time.

23. Where is their favorite place to be together?

in both cases it’s at home, because shuu finds it much easier to be intimate when they’re in privacy. i think all three of them really appreciate just getting to relax together.

24. Where do they first have sex?

what did i say about this being a christian blog

25. Why do they fight?

usually its because shuu said something a little too tactless. hes not so clueless that he’ll say something really obviously offensive, but sometimes he really doesn’t know what’s too much. but his bf is hopefully understanding of this and corrects him Still Firmly but still with some “but i know you didnt mean it like that, we’re okay” way, because chances are he really didnt.

for hitoshuu specifically, hitori has to be on shuu about eating properly and can sometimes get kind of annoyed about it. shuus kneejerk reaction is to then be offended because hes an adult who can take care of himself. but they calm down and make up when shuu remembers that hitori just worries for him, and hitori remembers that shuu doesnt not eat just to spite him.

for shuukazu, i can see kazuaki’s lack of responsibility and aloofness start to get on shuu’s nerves, and when he brings it up kazuaki thinks he’s just being mean. again, similarly to hitoshuu, they get over it when kazuaki reminds himself that shuu wants him to be able to take care of himself, and shuu reminds himself as well that he can be too abrasive and should work on it.

26. Why do they need to have a serious chat?

hitoshuu: they dont have to right away but over time it would be good for them to be honest abt their respective traumas and the shit theyre dealing with instead of hiding it

shuukazu: similar, shuu should probably get around to being more open abt his shit. they might also want to have a talk abt what a serious relationship is gonna look like for them

27. Why do their friends get annoyed with them?

hitoshuu: i answered this already! but again, its bc theyre so ~responsible~

shuukazu: ppl either see kazuaki being super clingy and think “man hes so overbearing, his poor partner 😒” or see shuu being emotionless and think “man theyre so cold, their poor boyfriend 😒” actually they gotta mind their own damn business

28. Why do they get jealous?

hitoshuu: i feel like hitori actually gets hit on a pretty decent amount. shuu is never happy about it, but the death glares he starts sending usually scare the person off anyway

shuukazu: both of them think the other is too good for them so if anyone looks at them with even a little too much interest the other is immediately like “well i guess this is it”

29. Why do they fall a little bit more in love?

hitoshuu: little moments shuu loves is when hitori asks him how he is, how he slept. when he makes him dinner. hitori loves when shuu looks deep in thought, tucks his hair behind his ear, and he definitely likes to see him get along with nageki, which he does.

shuukazu: shuu loves when kazuakis eyes light up with excitement when he sees something he likes, especially when shuu realizes that hes one of those things too. he also loves kazuakis really nice hugs, especially when shuu just woke up from a nightmare. kazuaki loves how shuu listens to him intently, and asks questions about the things hes interested in, and sometimes rests his hand on him when hes getting tired.

30. Why does it work (or not work) between them?

hitoshuu: both are important figures in each other’s lives, obv shuu helped nageki but also hitori is probably the first person to get even a little close to shuu after ryuuji died. theyre both just pockets of trauma but are doing their best so it would be good for them to support each other and try to heal. theyre both pretty dependable so when the going gets tough they’re each other’s rocks

shuukazu: theyre definitely the “it will never work” couple that ends up working anyway. shuu might think kazuaki is annoying at first but if ryuuji is any indication shuu definitely seems to gravitate towards people who are more chill and even a little silly, and when shuu realizes that kazuaki isnt as dumb as he makes himself seem that helps a lot. for kazuaki shuu definitely has a ~mysterious~ aspect that draws him in initially but when it wears off as he learns more about shuu, instead of the magic being gone he just starts finding him more relatable and endearing so their relationship actually improves.