#i just wanna shower him in love and so many trinkets and anything his heart desires

[a-bucket-in-the-void]

god i’m in love

[starry-eyed-wild-child]

~ i'd never want once from the cherry tree ~

kappa x reader

summary: a family gathering takes an unexpected turn, and you swear you're going crazy

warnings: kinda yandere!kappa? alcohol, kappa deserves his own warning (he ain't really in this part much tbf)

a/n: you have a twin brother in this, I'm sorry it's probably inaccurate but it's a huge plot line later on!)

It was late in the afternoon, the sun began to set, bleeding pretty colours of a vibrant pink and orange hue. You'd already showered and had changed into some more comfortable clothing - a patchwork shirt and a pair of mandala pattern shorts. You'd made yourself a herbal tea, flicking on the record player in the corner of the room still going until there was a firm knock on your front door.

Your smile widened, becoming ecstatic at the sight of your parents and twin brother. Eagerly, you opened the door, welcoming them into your home. As you shut the door, you gasped for air when your mother pulled you into a hug.

"I can't believe you still have all these." your dad said, chuckling as he gestured to the record player playing softly.

You laughed softly, turning up the record player a notch.

"Got in just before the rain?" you teased, nudging your brother Fionn playfully. The two of you had always been close, and your parents had said you'd always had a strong connection. Growing together meant that you shared a bond that many usual siblings couldn't even imagine sharing.

"Did you cook something?" your mother asked, glancing over at the kitchen, the scent of the lentil bolognese cooking bringing a wave of nostalgia - a staple family dish in your household.

"Only the best lentil pasta you've ever tasted." you said proudly, moving into your small kitchenette so that you could stir the tomato sauce you'd prepped for the family meal.

Your parents smiled, glad to hear that you still loved cooking, after all these years. It was always something that you'd loved, and it was nice that that hadn't changed.

You took out the hand painted bowls from your cupboard, little trinkets that you and Fionn had made as kids. You served it on the table with two large bowls of salad and bread so that your family could help themselves. Feeling generous, you cracked a bottle of red wine open for your folks, knowing it would certainly please your mother at least.

"Tastes amazing, as always, sis... maybe you should start serving it to the family."

You almost choked on your pasta, sipping at your water to wash it down. Your parents looking over at you concerned, hiding you awkward cough with a low chuckle, hoping that your parents didn't catch on to what Fionn was implying.

Hell, you weren't even sure what he was implying.

"Are you alright, honey?" your mother asked, leaning over the table a little. Your dad leaned back in his chair, glancing between the two of you.

You nodded at your mother, still washing down your pasta with a large gulp of water as Fionn nearly spat out his wine from laughing. Your parents grew a little suspicious at the unusual interaction but they soon waved it off dismissively.

"It's nothing... think Fionn here is just afraid I'm gonna run away and start feeding cults or something." you laughed, though your own words made your heart skip a beat at your own implications. You knew it wasn't far from the truth, but you doubt you'd be there to feed them.

"A cult?" your dad asked, glancing over to his son with an amused brow. "What you wanna be the next Jim Jones or something?" he joked. You laughed though you hid it well enough so that your parents couldn't see it.

"C'mon, you know she'd never do anything like that." Fionn snickered, smirking as your dad shook his head. Your brother took a sip of the wine, pretending to choke like it was poisoned koolaid making you playfully kick him under the table.

"Actually, dad, yeah... I'm gonna run away and fall in love with a cult leader and everything." you joked, making your dad roll his eyes with a fond smile at your teasing gesture.

"Oh yeah? Some hippie with dreadlocks and a joint in his mouth in the back of a van? Would you go for that?" your dad said jokingly, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

The entire situation was very ironic. There was so much truth in your words and you had no idea.

You nearly choked again on your food, coughing loudly as tears brimmed in the corner of your eyes.

"I'm just saying... I don't want you falling in love with some weird hippie that lives in the back of a van, okay?" he said jokingly as he reached over to steal some of your bread from your plate. "That would be a nightmare."

Your father chuckled, amused by his own joke. In a way, you knew he was just trying to look out for you.

"Well... what if I become the weird hippie that lives in the back of a van?" you bit back playfully, raising a brow at your father.

Fionn smirked, amused that you were even bold enough to go this far in front of your parents. But to his surprise, there wasn't any suspicion - as though perhaps your parents weren't as perceptive as you believed them to be.

"I wouldn't let you do that... too dangerous.... no weird men, okay? I don't want anyone stealing my little girl away."

"Guess you won't be coming to the wedding then?" you smiled, nudging your dad as you stole your bread back from his plate.

Your dad's eyes widened as he looked to Fionn, then back to you. "Wedding?! What wedding?"

Your mother looked over, smiling when she caught on to the conversation. She looked between you and Fionn with a knowing, dreamy smile on her face.

"Married? You're getting married?"

You and your brother burst out laughing. You shook your head dismissively as you choked on your words.

"There's no wedding, Mama," you giggled, "nobody's getting married."

"I can't believe none of our babies are married yet," she said, looking over at her husband with a dramatic tone, "what have we done wrong?"

You chuckled softly at the dramatic display, sipping at your wine. "Nothing, Mama. Just don't suppose we've met the right people yet." you shrugged nonchalantly.

Though your words stung to say. You had met the one. You were sure of it. Though you knew your parents couldn't know that this was the life you were choosing. You didn't like this. Not one bit. You hated lying to your parents and knowing you'd have to create an entire web of lives to keep them off your back.

Fionn looked over at you with a knowing smirk before turning to whisper into the ear of your mother. "I think she's already in love. She's got that look..." he whispered with a chuckle.

You pretended that you hadn't heard him - but you did.

Your mother, however, looked... happy. All she'd ever wanted for her children was for them to be themselves and find love. Her mind worked in romanticism and fairy tales like that.

"Anyone for dessert?" you spoke, desperately attempting to shift the topic at hand. "It's tiramisu... grandma's recipe."

Your parents agreed, and Fionn joined you in the kitchen to help dish out the dessert and clear away the dinner plates. You were only halfway through the night and already you felt your nerves creep in like an unwanted guest.

Fionn threw you a sympathetic smile, sensing your anxiety.

"Still got board games to get through." you joked to Fionn as he laughed, offering to take your dessert bowl to the table.

After dessert, and some mindless chatter, your family followed you into your living area, watching intently as your dad attempted to set up monopoly on your coffee table, mumbling and groaning to himself.

You and Fionn were insanely competitive with one another, and so it wasn't a surprise that he groaned and muttered at you under his breath when your brother found that he was losing.

Your parents held hands, something that always made you smile. The sweet, wholesome gesture softens your features. They had, you supposed, what you had always wanted. A tender, gentle love that lasted forever.

You suddenly looked up in surprise - when you swore you heard a knock on your front door and yet it went completely past your parents.

You heard it again. Again... and again... as your family went about the routine of the game, completely oblivious.

"Should you get the door, honey?" your mother asked with her eyebrow raised, glancing over her shoulder at your wooden front door.

You glanced around nervously, gulping as you stood to your feet. Though to your surprise, there was nobody on the other side to greet you. You shrugged it off, dismissing your thoughts as quickly as they came, closing and locking the door.

"Must've had the wrong house..." you said quietly, rejoining your family on the floor around your coffee table.

Throughout the night, there were no more intrusive questions or subtle jokes about what had happened, to which you were relieved. after packing away, you led your parents to their room, kissing them goodnight.

You rejoined Fionn downstairs, two mugs of chamomile in your hands.

"What was the deal with all that?" you asked your brother with an irritated tone, crossing your arms over your chest.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" he said, eyeing you with a glare at the accusation. "It's weird that you thought someone was at the door."

You sighed, throwing yourself down on the couch next to your brother.

"No, Fionn... I heard it and you did too... I know you did." you said, sipping at your tea and rubbing a hand over your eyes. "Listen, if you're playing with me on this..." you began but he held his hands up in defence. No, Fionn wasn't that much of an asshole.

"Look, I just thought it would be funny to see you panic... I didn't think you'd actually believe I heard it." he said, his eyes softening as he watched you look away.

"I know... but I really did hear it, Fionn..."you spoke lowly, starting to become a little scared. Kappa had barely been on your mind all night so why was everything flooding back now?

"you're a dick... but you're my brother and I love you, yeah?" you smiled, ruffling his hair with a cheeky grin. To ease your mind, you flicked on a movie so that you could both criticise how awful the special effects were.

You sat there, laughing with your brother as he threw popcorn at you, cheering when you caught one in your mouth perfectly. Fionn clapped mockingly, making you take a dramatic bow. It was nice. It made you forget about everything. About the cult leader waiting for you to show him a sign. Anything.

It was then you noticed it... a figure. A silhouette behind him.

Your breath hitched, hands trembling.

"Fionn... stay still. There's... something behind you." you said lowly, almost so quiet he couldn't hear you.

Your eyes widened, searching frantically around the room, Fionn following your eyes with a concerned expression etched into his eyes. Your breathing quickened, inhaling deep breaths as you glanced around the room - but there was no sign of anyone.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. "i'm just a little jumpy." you said with a sheepish laugh, "I don't know what I thought I saw." you said, brushing your shoulder with Fionn's to reassure him.

He smiled, though it looked a little too forced as he took in a deep breath. "Let's just... finish the shitty movie, yeah?" he asked, glancing back at the television.

He was here. You knew it. And in an odd way, it made your heart warm knowing you'd see Kappa again.

"That movie way so dumb." you laughed, switching off the television screen. You watched as Fionn walked to the front door, checking your lock for what seemed to be the hundredth time. "Jesus, Fionn, you know you've checked it about ten times." you smiled, though flattered that he wanted to make sure you were okay.

"Yeah I know, I just... I have a bad feeling." he said, looking over at you with concern written across his face.

"I'll be fine, Fionn..." you assured, playfully telling him to get his ass to bed. You followed him up the stairs, bidding your twin goodnight before heading to your own room. You sat on your windowsill, lighting up a cigarette, hoping to smoke away the stress of the night.

You thought about him again. How you hadn't seen him since that night. The night the family broke into your home. The night you'd let Kappa have you.

The night you fell in love.

It was crazy to think that you'd met him once and yet you'd become obsessed. You'd fallen in love and had your heart broken all in one night.

"Knock, knock." a voice whispered from the corner of the room, a mischievous tone to the voice.

You flinched at the unexpected noise but your heart leapt as you threw away your cigarette. You couldn't believe it. Clyde had wanted to be reunited with Bonnie - and so soon.

"You didn't really think I'd wait that long to see you again, did you?" he asked with a smirk, looking you up and down, like he was undressing you intently with every look.

"My brother is in the next room." you whispered, shutting your window behind him as he went to sit on your bed. You were wearing the same little nightgown you wore the night you met, making him smile fondly.

"Why are you worried about him?" Kappa whispered back with a smirk. "Can't I come see my girl?" he asked, tugging you closer so that you straddled his legs.

"Oh, I'm your girl now, huh?" you joked, resting your hands on his chest. "We meet once and suddenly I'm your girl?" you teased, threading a hand through his hair.

"Mhm... that's right.." he spoke into your ear, nipping at the skin of your neck as if to taunt you.

"Jesus! Not so fucking loud." you hissed quietly, glancing at the door as Kappa laughed lowly. "What would they say, huh? If they saw their precious little baby like this?" you teased, referring to your parents.

"I reckon they'd be quite surprised... they have no idea about their little girl's wild side. Her little obsession with me." he whispered teasingly.

His breath was warm on your skin, and your face heated up as he nipped at your skin. "If anything, it's you that's obsessed with me..." you bit back playfully, softly tugging at his hair.

"You know I can't keep my hands off you." he murmured into your ear, nipping and biting at the skin of your throat, his hand gripping at your thigh.

"Why are you here?" you asked, not harshly but with tenderness. With a gentle curiosity.

"i needed to see you, sugar..." he spoke, his voice a little quieter than usual. He looked into your eyes, hands roaming the exposed flesh of your thighs. "I couldn't stop thinking about you... are you not happy to see me?"

You sighed contently, holding his face in your hands, his face buried in your chest as he pressed soft kissed there.

"You're mine, y'know that?... only mine, sugar." he breathed with a possessive glint in his eyes, leaning in to press a slow kiss on your lips.

"Mhmm... all yours, Kappa." you hushed out, desperate not to disturb the rest of your family. "So what do you think... about me joining?" you whispered softly, referring to what you asked him the night you met.

He chuckled, running his fingertips up and down your bare arm. "You're not gonna let me say no, are you, sugar?" he asked, a small smile on his lips as he looked up at you.

"I wouldn't mind seeing you around all the time..." he whispered, toying with the lacy hem of your nightgown.

"If my parents told me I'd fall in love with a cult leader and join a hippie cult I would've laughed in their faces." you giggled, the sweet sound amusing Kappa.

He was flattered that you wanted to join this life with him. Meet the family and lead alongside him. And he couldn't help but think back to the other night, at the bonfire with Theta. How jealous she was and how excited the family were to meet you.

"Who would've thought, huh?" he teased, chuckling lowly to himself as well. He could feel your lips on his skin, cradling your head to his chest as you left small, heated kisses on his shoulders - his heart racing.

Kappa tilted your chin up from his body, making you look into his eyes. He grinned, admiring the sight of you above him, so adored and flushed before leaning in and giving a passionate kiss to your lips.

"You're real pretty, sugar." he hummed gently, "and all fucking mine." he said possessively, holding your waist to steady you.

You nodded with a content hum. You swore you could stay like this forever with him. You wished you could walk out with him right now - to show your parents who you loved and who you were going to marry someday.

You were pulled from your reverie as you heard a knock on your bedroom door, your eyes widening as your blissful peace was cut short.

"Sis? You still up?" Fionn's voice called from the other side of the door.

[house-of-slayterr]

I feel like we don’t talk about how much of an absolute Angel this man would be as a boyfriend or husband or queer platonic partner…

Romantic candle lit dinners

Pet names like doll, sweetheart, Angel, darling, bumblebee…

Slow, passionate sex and make out sessions

Reading books in bed with you when he’s not summoned or tracking a victim

Bubble baths or showers together

He’s an amazing cook, and he’s not restricted by things like money, he can make you whatever you want

In fact, he can get you whatever you want, and nothing would make him happier than to give you the world

He can scare and haunt and kill his way into anything. Because nobody can hurt him.

He would protect you with his life. And he’ll forbid someone hurts you. They won’t live much longer after that.

If you died, you could be ghosts together forever. He’d cherish you for eternity. Every century he’d remarry you to strengthen your bond.

I don’t believe this man cares much about looks. He simply knows that you’re stunning and has eyes for no one else. Whatever you’re insecure about, he’ll spend hours praising and reassuring you about how much he loves every part of you. Maybe even show you how much he loves it, if you’d let him.

He would let you talk for hours about hyperfixations. Patiently listening and remembering things you’d never expect him to. Expect little gifts and trinkets stolen from his victims if they remind him of you.

Man can give a heavenly massage. If you’ve had a rough day he’d be glad to help you relax anyway you need.

A lot of long nights. What you get up to together is up to you. He’s just happy to be there.

If you were a little, he would take so much caution with you. He wears an oven Mitt on his hook hand so he doesn’t hurt his baby. He would hold you, and read to you. You’d have so many toys and so much attention. In fact, he’s furious if he’s summoned away from you by some dumb teens playing his game.

Expect the proposal to either be the grandest thing you’ve ever seen. Or if you’re not one for surprise and attention, just a subtle “be mine forever?” In the middle of a conversation. You’re so shocked you have to ask him to repeat as he pulls the ring out of his pocket.

His heart feels like it beats again when he hears you call him “my husband” “my boyfriend” “my partner” or “my house spouse”. Whatever your relationship is, he just loves to hear you call him yours.

Cuddles, cuddles, cuddles!!! Dear god expect to be smothered. He likes to sleep with your full body weight on him. No he doesn’t not care how heavy you are. And don’t you dare bring it up unless you wanna be attacked with kisses and compliments.

He will not leave you’re side if your sick or in the hospital. And if you have a disability, he spends any time he’s not stalking victims or with you, learning about it. So he can take care of you to the best of his ability.

He hates when you’re in pain and wishes he could take it away. He will wait on you hand and foot on flare days. He’s even ignored the call of a victim before, because you’re that much more important to him than his vendetta.

Over all I think Daniel would be a lovely partner in any capacity. I’d be grateful to have him in my life 🥰

[ventisehe]

being in a relationship with bennett and razor / genshin impact

i main these boys and they make such a great team, i love them so much. i had a lot of fun writing this hehe. again, all characters are aged up, 21 or older unless stated otherwise. this includes chongyun and xingqiu.

requested by: pastelpeachyposts

includes: bennett, razor

warning: unedited, not proofread

You, Bennett, and Razor were an unusual trio, and many will attest to this statement. You differ in personalities and ambitions, even favoring completely contrasting delicacies, and yet there will never be a more lively and iconic dynamic than the three of you.

You and Bennett were the first one to meet when he rescued you from a group of vicious Electro Slimes. He was successful in his intent, but you had to escort him back to Mondstadt where he can be healed by the Deaconess.

You met Razor the next after you grew comfortable with your friendship with Bennett. The latter excitedly told you about another friend of his who resided in Wolvendom and was quite well acquainted with the wolves. Your first encounter with Razor was rather tense, and understandably so. He was wary of you, watching your every move as you strolled around Wolvendom with a gleeful Bennett who was oblivious to the atmosphere between the two of you. Most of his experience with humans are less than ideal but as Bennett unknowingly forced the two of you to spend time together, his walls slowly broke and he accepted you as one of his Lupicals.

As time passed and the three of you grow closer and closer together, a revelation descended upon you, and a startling one at that. You acquired feelings for both boys. It wasn't difficult for you to understand why you grew to like both of them. They were so easy to fall in love with. Bennett is an adventurous and motivated boy who, although had a streak of bad luck in him, has a positive spirit and is very generous and caring towards everyone. Razor is a strong yet gentle soul who is protective over those dear to him, and will always go out of his way to show his affection with his uncommon but innocent gifts.

Unbeknownst to you, the two share the same feelings for you. Bennett knew he liked you when you refused to leave after he saved you, even after he insisted this was a normal occurrence for him. Razor took a while to understand what was that hammering in his chest after you took the responsibility of caring for the wolf pups his Lupicals gave birth to.

It was an awkward situation for the three of you when Bennett and Razor decided to confess to you at the same. When the two of them professed their love for you and offered their gifts with bowed heads and tightly closed eyes, they slowly turned to look at each other with puzzlement, heads tilted and eyebrows furrowed. You, however, stood in front if them with redness coating your face and a thundering heartbeat.

"You like ( Your Name ) too, Razor?" Questioned Bennett, gaping at him.

Razor nodded once. "Like her, very."

Normally, when two people discover that the a close friend of theirs holds the same affection to their person of interest, a quarrel will ensue, and estrangement will follow. But Bennett and Razor were very unlike such an example and instead of compromising their close friendship, the two came to an agreement that whoever you should choose - if you indeed have feelings for one of them - they will remain friends and accept your decision.

Imagine the surprise on their faces when you leaned forward and gave each one of them a small peck on their nose, admitting shyly that you have feelings for both of them.

It took some time for the three of you to get used to your relationship. After all, none of you have ever been in a relationship before, not to mention there was the three of you in it. You carefully treaded through uncertainties and tribulations of inexperience, and it took a while but the you, Bennett, and Razor got the hang of how to make your relationship work.

Bennett is always the one dragging you and Razor to adventures. He will come knocking at your door with a wide grin, Razor lingering behind him and giving you a small smile and a shy wave.

"We're going to Windrise today! I heard some adventurers saying they spotted a weird looking Hilichurl with a briefcase! Wanna join us?" Asked Bennett excitedly, eyes shimmering.

Razor glanced at the other boy before returning his gaze at you with firmness. "I will protect you both. No worry."

You can't ever say no to them, especially when both of them look so happy and thrilled.

Razor is the protector of the relationship. With the dangerous enviroment he grew up in and the training he took under the supervision of a human, it was to be expected. He was always on the prowl, prepared to draw out his claymore and defend you and Bennett from any enemies with an evil intent.

You and Bennett are never worried of being attacked out of nowhere with Razor around you.

Razor takes his responsibility as your protector seriously. The rare times he and Bennett come over at your place, he will never allow himself to fall asleep and would sit by the window where he can oversee your residence. You and Bennett would have to drag him to your bed and convince him that you were in a safe enviroment to make him ease down and actually take a rest.

You three share the same bed, and it's always you in the middle. Bennett will cling on to your slumbering form and would snore from time to time, but when you stroke his hair or when Razor softly nudge his head against his, Bennett will quiet down for a while and continue snoring again after. Razor was quite a sight to see when sleeping. Being raised and cared for by wolves, it was to be expected he would mimic their position in sleeping. He would curl up beside you or Bennett, always nuzzling his face against the crook of your necks. You and Bennett will never say it but he looks so adorable when sleeping like that.

You and Razor know of Bennett's unluckiness. Unfortunately, because you're in a relationship, you two are more involved in his bad luck. Bennett is always guilty of putting the both of you in difficult situations and will apologize profusely, even when the two of you insist that it wasn't his fault.

"It kind of sucks that I'm also giving bad luck to the two of you. I mean, you're one of the few good things that ever happened in my life." He admitted in a gentle whisper, a pout forming on his visage as tears begin to appear at tbe corners of his eyes.

You and Razor felt like an arrow shot through your hearts at what he said and you spend your time cheering up Bennett. Although his unluckiness always seemed to hinder your attempts, Bennett appreciated and loved your efforts, which is enough to bring back his big smile.

When the rare times come when one of you are busy and cannot find time for the other two, the latter pair will frequently visit the missing member, often with gifts.

Bennett loves giving you kisses. Not just on the lips, but all over your face. When your relationship was still at the early stages, Bennett would lean forward towards your face and pull back after an awkward amount of time of hesitation. But when you told him that he is allowed to give you kisses and you would love to receive them, Bennett will take all the chances to shower you with kisses. He loves giving kisses more than receiving because he has so much love to give, but when you do the same to him, his cheeks will be painted in a rich scarlet color and his tongue will be tied, unable to anything except stammering.

"A-Ah, ( Your Name ), please, stop - " Stuttered Bennett as he covered his blushing face with his gloved hands, embarrassment palpable in his posture.

You let out a giggle as you took his hands and tried to pry them off. "Aww, don't be like that, Benny. Let me see your cute face. And I know you love my kisses."

Bennett splutteted.

Razor prefers to give you hugs over kisses. His hugs are big, warm, and welcoming. You'll always feel safe when you're in his arms. When you're in his embrace and you're both comfortable, you won't be leaving his arms for a while. Sometimes Bennett will wiggle himself into the embrace and the three of you just cuddle.

"You're so warm, Razor." You whispered as you nestled yourself on his chest.

Razor showed you a small smile. "I make you feel safe?"

You let out a laugh. "And loved."

More often than not, Bennett and Razor will convene and think of something to surprise you. These boys are filled with love for you that even if there's no occassion, they'll come together to buy you a gift they thought of together.

Bennett gives you trinkets from his solo adventures, but even if most of the time they're broken or burnt, you heartily accept them. Razor always gives you items that are found in the wild such as sweet flowers, mushrooms, pinecones, windwheel asters, sometimes wolfhooks, and if he was lucky, an abundant amount of fowls. You mentioned once how you needed ingredients to make food while you're out adventuring alone, or some things for this thing you call ascension. You love their gifts and always make good use of them or take good care of them.

Bennett had long introduced Razor to his dads (a group of adventurers who saved Bennett long ago). When he introduced you to them, you were immediately flocked and you regaled with tales of their adventures back when they were young, and Bennett was just a wee baby then. You stayed with them for hours, just listening. All the while, Bennett just enjoyed watching you get along with his family so well. Since the adventurers were old, you visit them often and help Bennett take care of them.

Some would think meeting Razor's family would be difficult. They are wolves, after all, and they were known for being vicious. But they couldn't be more wrong Anyone Razor trusted, the wolves trusted so they immeditely accepted you in their pack and treated you the way they treated Razor. They surround you whenever they sense danger, ready to pounce on whatever enemy emerges. The wolves would stay close by and let you snuggle into their fur when the weather is cold. Razor really likes it when you play with the wolf pups and help in hunting dinner for his family.

Bennett and Razor talk about you with their families. Bennett's dads approved of you the very second they saw a glimmer in his eyes when he mentions you, and even though the wolves cannot understand Razor's human speech, they can sense the love in his voice and the frequent drop of your name makes them understand it was directed to you.

" - she and Razor helped me fight an Abyss Mage earlier!" Bennett exclaimed, beaming. "If it weren't for them, I would've probably returned back here with more injuries, hehe."

"( Your Name ) made Bennett and me flower bracelets." Razor then proceeded to lift his arms to show the wolf pups the bracelet he mentioned. "Now, Razor need to take care of it, so me not moving around much."

The three of you always walk hand in hand together, you in the middle. You will swing your linked hands together and Bennett will follow your lead. You and Bennett will have to encourage Razor do the same and have to explain the process of it. Razor will be a little confused at first but then begin enjoy the hand swinging once he get used to it.

Dates are frequent, and it'll always be with the three of you. You all promised never to have a date with someone missing. There will be times where the boys will want a private date with you, but most of the time, it's always you three.

Bennett's dates are adventurous - of course - and unique. He'll find some place you haven't seen before or find an activity you three can try. You'll experience a lot of things in his dates, this includes being attacked out of nowhere and having to save Bennett from time to time. Nonetheless, his dates are always fun and will your heart palpitating.

Razor's dates are simple and peaceful. He'll find a nice and safe place with a beautiful view and the three of you have a picnic there. He's always the one preparing the food for you to eat, but you and Bennett will always bring desserts for Razor to try. Razor insisted that he wanted to learn more human dishes and he can find motivation in doing so by having you and Bennett eat them. His cookings at first were not up to standards - or consumption - but the more dates he arrange, the better he becomes. You mentioned once you liked his hash brown shaped as a puppy paw print and strived to perfect it. If you're lucky, he'll even bring a wolf pup or two.

In your dates, you always make sure you cater to your partners interests. You will do something Bennett likes to do, and then what Razor likes, and then something the three of you can bond over. With that, your dates are always chaotic (not as chaotic as Bennett's dates though) but extremely fun.

Bennett and Razor are suckers for your compliments. They always love getting them from you. Although the two have different ways of accepting them.

Bennett cannot easily accept compliments. It was rare for him to receive one with his bad luck and whenever he does get one, he malfunctions. What more if it comes from you?

Bennett will shake his head vigorously as redness painted his cheeks, waving his arms as though denying your compliment.

"( Your Name ), y-you can't mean that! I-I'm not that great!"

"But Benny," You cooed, as you leaned closer to him, smiling. "You're one of the best person I've ever met! You're kind, sweet and - "

As you continue praising him, Bennett will slowly, slowly accept your compliments, and you might not know, but your compliments are building his confidence in himself. Bennett is a happy and positive boy but his bad luck caused him so much troubles and backlash that his self esteem plummeted. Continue supporting and praising this boy, you're making him super happy.

"I guess I do have some good qualities . . . thanks ( Your Name ). You're really cool, too. And very pretty." Bennett admits as he rubbed the back of his head.

Razor's compliments to Bennett are simple and straightforward, and somehow Bennett accepts them easier than yours. Probably because it's simple and straightforward.

Unlike Bennett, Razor accepts your compliments with a smile and always returns your compliments with one of his own. He doesn't know why some people are embarrassed being complimented. It was a nice thing to do, after all.

"You're really strong, Razor!" You exclaimed after watching the Cryo Abyss Mage he was battlinng evaporate in thin air.

Razor faced you, a smile gracing his briks as he wiped a sweat from his brow. "Thank you. You strong too."

"I can fight Hilichurls, but I'll need some backup if it's Abyss Mages." You laughed. "But thanks, Razor!"

Razor and Bennett insisted that they help you train. You have seen how they fought and trained, and you were a bit reluctant because of its harshness, but after contemplating over its benefits like being able to defend yourself, helping more in adventures, and being able to finally properly protect Bennett and Razor, you accepted.

Bennett is very eager to teach you what he knows and has brought you and Razor to a nearby Hilichurl camp to showcase his abilities and give you pointers after. You and Razor end up carrying him back to the Mondstadt with his arms over your shoulders, the Hilichurl camp up in flames behind you two.

"Did I . . . defeat them?" Questioned Bennett. He couldn't lift his head from the exhaustion and pain.

"Yes, you definitely did." You answered.

Razor's training was a bit more proper but you haven't learned much because his training required claymore, and you were far from being a claymore user. Razor demonstrsted how to pick up a claymore but you couldn't even lift it off the ground.

You pouted as your hands lets go of the handle of the claymore. "I couldn't do it."

Razor approached you and patted your head. "Good effort. Maybe claymore not for you."

Bennett and Razor now always goes to you when they need patching up. Now, they could go and visit Barbara like they used to but they preferred that you tend to their wounds for two reasons. One, they love you and love spending time with you. Two, they get kisses on each wound you cover.

Bennett has a habit of running towards you and Razor at full speed and tackling you both down to the ground, hugging the two of you. You and Razor don't mind it and actually enjoy this sort of thing.

Razor named wolf pups after you and Bennett. This causes confusion when you visit him at Wolvendom.

"Bennett, sit." Ordered Razor.

Bennett and wolf pup Bennett both sat down at the same time.

"( Your Name ), stop playing with food." Razor reprimanded sternly.

You looked down at your plate of neatly cut steak strips while wolf pup ( Your Name ) who sat by your feet poking at the meat it was eating whimpered.

When a fight ensues between you three, it won't take long before you relent and make amends. You three have soft hearts and can never stay angry at each other for too long. You apologize and promise to be better and more understanding.

But if a fight arises between only a pair, the one who isn't part of the fight courts the other two to make up already. If you and Bennett have an argument, Razor will push Bennett to talk things out with you. If you and Razor are the ones in the argument, Bennett will panic and will have a hard time choosing who to approach first. You and Razor make up after the two of you try to comfort Bennett at the same time. If Bennett and Razor were the ones in an argument, you can easily talk to them individually and the two will approach the other and apologize.

Bennett and Razor never compete to be your favorite. They know you love both of them equally, and they love you just as much. You have never felt unloved when you're with them. You three are content and happy.

The most wholesome relationship ever.

"And you two got ambushed by a Geovishap - wait a minute - " Your eyelids curtained your retinas as your digits delicately massaged your temples, trying to ease the pressure in your head as Razor and Bennett averted their guilty gazes from you. Their skis were marred in cuts and bruises, their hair disheveled, and clothes torn from what you suspect were large and sharp claws from a humongous creature. " - how did you two even encounter . . . what was it again - a Geovishap? I know there isn't one in Mondstadt."

Bennett reached out to rub a his hand of his over his neck as he tried to dismiss the mystery at hand with a chuckle. "Uh, well, we kinda . . . " He trailed off, clearly not fond of the idea of continuing his sentence.

Your eye fluttered open and you lifted a brow at Bennett. "You what?"

Bennett opened his mouth to answer but right when you thought he was about to speak, he nudged Razor with his elbow and whispered, "You tell her."

Razor turned to you and looked at you with reluctant eyes, shoulders slackening. "Me and Bennett," He began, " - went to Liyue."

You let out a deep at their answer, your hands slipping from your hips. "I knew it. I heard the two of you talking about doing a commission there. I just didn't think you'd go through with it, and without mentioning it to me." You stated. "Do you know how worried I was when the two of you didn't visit me earlier? I had to learn from Katheryne you took on a commission."

Bennett and Razor casted their gazes away, guilt crowning their expression.

You heaved out a sigh. "At least you two are back safely. And alive."

You approached the two boys who have yet to return their sights on you and assessed their forms, scrutinizing each of them carefully. "You poor things. Those look painful." You murmured. "Need me to patch you up?"

Bennett's and Razor's eyes shimmered at your offer, and the two nodded eagerly in response. Any traces of shame vanquished for they know your disappointment has evaporated and they were forgiven. "Yes, please." The two answered in unison.

You permitted a small laugh to escape your lips. "Alright, alright," You tittered. "Follow me, then."

Before you can even move, Bennett interjected. "W-Will we still get kisses . . . " The white haired adventurer turned completely red as he realized how silly his words were. " . . . you know what I mean . . . "

Razor looked down, a shy expression encompassing his features, to which surprised you. "Razor wants kisses too . . . from ( Your Name )."

Your heart jumped in your chest at the sight of their hopeful and coy expressions. Even if you wanted to tease them a little for this as payback, your heart couldn't. You shook your head at them and clasped their cheeks, one hand on the other as you stared into their eyes.

"You two . . . " You whispered, breathing out. " . . . you make it so hard to be angry with you."

Their only response was a grin.

[dadgonedeku]

HI I SAW THAT YALL DIDNT GET MANY ASKS AND I LOVE YALLS WRITING SO CAN I GET HCS W AN AGED UP PRO HERO KIRISHIMA AND A SHORT SCIENTIST S/O (GN! PRONOUNS PLS) AND HE LOVES BUYING THEM STUFF AND THEYRE LIKE "i have an income bro" AND ITS REALLY FLUFFY PLEASE AND THANK YOU. HERE'S SOME LOVE ❤️💗💓💖💕💞💘💝❤️❤️💗💓💖💕💞💘💝❤️❤️💗💓💖💕💞💘💝❤️❤️💗💓💖💕💞💘💝❤️❤️💗💓💖💕💞💘💝❤️❤️💗💓💖💕💞💘💝❤️❤️💗💓💖💕💞💘💝❤️❤️💗💓💖💕💞💘💝❤️❤️💗💓����💕💞💘💝❤️❤️💗💓💖💕💞💘💝❤️❤️

Scientist!Reader x Pro Hero!Kirishima who loves giving presents

🥊~OMG WHEN I TELL YOU I SCREAMED WHEN I SAW THIS 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I literally rolled around on my floor and squealed. THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOUUUU ❤️❤️❤️❤️

🥊~AND YES THIS IS AN AMAZING CONCEPT AND KIRI IS HIGHKEY MY FAVORITE CHARACTER!! 🥺 I love him he’s baby!! 💝

🥊~SFW & Gender Neutral!Reader as requested :)))

🥊~I rlly hope you like these!!! I enjoyed writing them!❤️❤️❤️

🎁~ Okay so right off the bat 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

🎁~ THIS MAN LOVES YOU WITH HIS WHOLE ENTIRE HEART!!!!

🎁~ So never expect anything less than to be showered with love and presents EVERY DAY!

🎁~ As a pro you already know Kiri makes that BANK so of course he’s gonna spend it on you!

🎁~ He’ll go to stores and stop by gift shops during his patrol or break time and pick up a few things for you.

🎁~ Gifts from him can range from shirts or sweaters, to cute bracelets, to even action figures and your favorite foods.

🎁~ One time this man really bought a step stool for you as a joke and you actually ended up using it. 😭 He thinks you’re so adorable.

🎁~ Seriously Kiri is one to always spoil his s/o!!!

🎁~ Then he’ll just casually drop by your work and be like, “Omg hiiii babe I got you presents ily” 🥺

🎁~ “Eiji I’m in the middle of a shift-“

🎁~ “Me too but I just saw this in a shop and it reminded me of you.” :)))))

🎁~ HE IS A TREASURE ITS SO ADORABLE!

🎁~ He’ll also lean down and pick you up and give kissies and hugs because you’re so little and he always wants to make you feel loved and safe.

🎁~ He’ll never say it but he LOVES that you’re shorter than him.

🎁~ Part of you is so touched but also you’re a scientist and you got stuff to DO! So whenever he does come by it’s often really short because both of you have to get back to work.

🎁~ There’s barely any resting for you at work, but during the times he does stop by and bring you food or presents, you can’t help but thank him for the tiny break away from all the hustle and stress.

🎁~ If you have co workers they’ll always tease you both and secretly aww in the background.

🎁~ Kiri will also never mention it but he loves it when you come out in a lab coat or safety wear. HIS BBY IS DOING THAT WORK AND MAKING THAT BANK TOO YESSSS HE’S SO PROUD OF YOU-

🎁~ In the beginning his visits were very random and unexpected but now you kinda grow to get excited everyday because he never ever breaks his streak of stopping by at some point EVERY DAY! Busy patrol or not. This man will straight up walk in carrying takeout and a cute little beaker plushie for you all the while looking like a whole beat up mess.

🎁~ “EIJI WHAT HAPPENED!”

🎁~ “Pshhhhhh don’t worry I’m fine, look I got food.”

🎁~ “Thank you but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re bleeding-”

🎁~ “I’m okay I promise, I still kicked butt so it’s fine. Also I bought this cute sciency keychain for you!” :))))

🎁~ Please help him I-

🎁~ He’s so passionate in his love for you and it’s so pure and lovely.

🎁~ Side note: As a pro you already know that this boy is now a big beefy stronk MAN and you love that about him! So whenever he comes in and people see your size difference they can’t help but think about how adorable it is!!

🎁~ He always asks you about how your day was and if you discovered anything new or conducted any new experiments.

🎁~ “Ei you do know that being a scientist isn’t all experimenting right?”

🎁~ “I mean...kinda but also I’m really proud of you and I wanna know what you do at work.” 🥺🥺

🎁~ He always wants to check up on you because he sees so much hurt and gore while on the job and just hearing about your day or your achievements is just so refreshing and exciting to him.

🎁~ But then sometimes the presents will be expensive on the low...

🎁~ “Kiri what the heck?!”

🎁~ “Whatttt it’s just a cute little gift?”

🎁~ “That costs so much!! You know I have a paycheck too right?”

🎁~ “Yeah but I do too and I wanna use it to make you happy.” :))))

🎁~ BLESS HIM HE CANNOT DO NO WRONG!!

🎁~ All of his trinkets and gifts cover tabletops and desktops and shelves and just everywhere because there are SO MANY-

🎁~ Keep him he loves you.

[sswifts]

Another Christmas Story Chapter One: Not So Silent Night

A/N: so this is the first official chapter of Another Christmas Story! I’m really really excited even if there’s hardly any activity and people hate this story or don’t read it. I’m just thrilled to be writing again and making it public. Also I’m a sucker for Dylan wearing green so I put that in here. And I watched “The One With the Fake Party” episode of Friends for inspiration. Except this chapter takes place during a real party. I HOPE YALL LIKE IT <3

Warnings: oral (female receiving), orgasm denial, doggie style, unprotected sex, swearing

Words: no fucking clue. it’s been three (four? idek) days since i started writing this chapter and it feels like it’s long as hell but it’s probably a pretty average length. unlike what i imagine dylan’s dick to be like. oops.

It was a few hours before the party. Lydia and Malia came over to help you get things prepared and set up; red, green, and white balloons with matching streamers littered your apartment. Also, Lydia had come over because she claimed you would need help making yourself look ‘amazing’ for Stiles.

You took the dish of chip dip out of your oven, cheese bubbling and brown on the top. You set it on a rack on the stove and put your oven mitts away as you moved on to the next thing.

You helped Malia tie some of the balloons to the backs of chairs and laid out snacks on party dishes your mother had passed down to you; a large Christmas tree shaped platter on your island was full of chocolate covered pretzels as well as regular. Later you were going to put a platter on your dining table with mozzarella sticks and dipping sauce, per Liam and Mason’s request. You had wine coolers and beer in the fridge, Scott likes the can but Stiles likes bottle so you got both. You kept thinking about what he said the previous night, nervously glancing at the clock every second even though it was 5:30. When Malia and Lydia made their arrival you made sure to make it your first priority to tell them the details of your conversation with Stiles. Lydia was shocked and her reasoning for helping you get ready was to ‘advance forward with Stiles’.

“You both flirted yesterday. It’s obvious he was flirting with you,” she had pointed out, Malia nodding in agreement.

You scoffed at both of them. “He’s always like that with me! I’m basically second closest to him after Scott. It’s not flirty, trust me.” you had told her. But you were mostly just trying to convince yourself that that was really the truth.

You were drawn out of your thoughts when Malia announced that she was gonna head home.

“I’m just gonna go get dressed. I’ll be back in a little bit,” she said, waving behind her as she walked out of the door. You went back to what you were doing before Lydia spoke up.

“So what’re you going to say to him?”

You turned around and furrowed your brow. “To Stiles? About what?”

She stood up from your couch and gestured her hands towards you. “I don’t know, Y/N, maybe something about your passionate love for him?”

You relaxed your shoulders as your head fell to one side, an exasperated look on your face. “Lydia, I wouldn’t say something about my feelings if I wasn’t sure he felt the same way.”

She let out a lighthearted laugh. “What’s the worst that could happen if you told him how you felt?”

“What if our friendship is never the same again? What if he becomes more awkward than usual and we stop talking?” You said, not being able to fathom the disastrous result of a heart-to-heart with Stiles. “Look, he’s coming tonight, and I just wanna hang out with him and everyone else, and if I decide to say it I will. But just let it go, okay?”

Lydia sighed. “Okay. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You nodded and smiled at her. “It’s ok, Lyd.”

“You guys would just be so good together.” she said, giving you a toothy grin. You let your head hang back as you walked away, rolling your eyes and laughing.

“I’m going to get ready!” you called as you strolled to your bathroom to shower.

“Bye, Y/N!” Lydia called back in a sing-song voice, and you laughed to yourself as you could picture the smirk on her face. You heard your front door close just as you closed the one to the bathroom and hurried to get ready in time.

It was 6:30. Malia had come back and you let her in then ran back to your room, clad in just a towel, to put your outfit on. You stared into your closet until you found something you liked. You pulled jewelry from the various trinket trays around your room and sat in front of your mirror to do your makeup. You hoped before Lydia came back you could set the groundwork on your face before she did whatever it was she thought would help with your Stiles situation. With a layer of foundation on your face and your brows filled in, you stood up to get dressed.

Standing in front of your mirror, you smoothed your hands over the ensemble you had put together. You had on a green, crushed velvet camisole tucked into a black mini skirt. You accessorized with some plain gold bracelets and slipped into a pair of simple gold flats. A quick knock sounded on your door and Lydia rushed in without waiting for a response.

“Y/N! It’s almost 7!” she exclaimed, and she strode through your room, pushing back on your shoulder and leading you to the seat in front of your makeup. You plopped down as she searched through your things, figuring out where to start. She bronzed your cheeks, along with a deep blush that you protested against, which she then protested back “You look smokin’ hot. And it’s kinda festive looking, too.” 

You left your eyes closed while she did most of your face, even when she wasn’t working on your eyes. You wondered how the party would go, and if you remembered to turn off the oven, you hoped Malia hadn’t eaten a lot of the food, she was a known snacker, especially if she knew she had to wait to eat. And you wondered about Stiles.

Did he even really want to come? Or is he using this as an easy way to catch up with everyone at once then he’s gonna go back to D.C? What was he gonna wear? Was he staying with his dad in his old bedroom or sleeping at Scott’s? What if you said something stupid?

“Earth to Y/N,” Lydia said slowly, waving a makeup brush in front of your face.

“Sorry,” you said, looking up at her with embarrassment.

“I was just wondering which lipstick you like better…?” she asked, waving two tubes in the air. You looked at them, and put the one in her right hand back in the drawer.

“This one. It’s shimmery,” you said. Lydia smiled at your taste as she took the cap off and wiped the apple red color across your lips. She brushed some highlighter across your cheekbones and sprayed your face to set the whole look. You looked in the mirror when she announced she was completely done, smiling at her reflection.

“Thank you, Lydia,” you said gratefully, standing up and turning to hug her.

“Of course. Just make it count though.” she said, winking at you.

You were afraid you had rolled your eyes so many times they would get stuck. “I told you, Lydia. Whatever happens, happens.” you said, and fluffed up your curled hair before leaving your bedroom.

Malia was setting out the mozzarella sticks with some chips and other snacks before she turned to see the final product of your look. She grinned at you. “Well, if Stiles wasn’t in love with you already he will be after tonight.”

You couldn’t hold back the smile that grew on your face. You couldn’t help any of your feelings you had at that very moment. You were excited to see Stiles. The ache in your cheeks and butterflies in your stomach told you so. You looked at the clock. 6:53.

You distracted yourself, remembering that Stiles said he would be here at 6:55. You made sure there were utensils and napkins placed on the table and all the food was hot and ready. Lydia and Malia had already opened a couple of wine coolers, drinking and talking before your place grew louder. Then your buzzer went off.

You walked to the front of your apartment and pressed the button on the intercom. “Hello?”

“Hey, Y/N. It’s Stiles.” he said.

“Hey. I’ll let you in.” you replied, pressing the other button and heading back to the kitchen.

“Hey, when he comes in, just grab him and kiss him and see how he responds. That’ll let you know right away how he feels about you.” Malia said.

You creased your brows at her. “I see you still have some things to learn about proper human behavior.” Malia shrugged, sipping her wine. You froze as you heard the door open, but turned around soon after to see Stiles already looking at you, smiling.

“Hey,” he said as he came down the hall, nodding his head up once.

“Hi,” you said, completely blanking on anything else.

He wore khakis with a green henley shirt and his grey Adidas shoes. His hair was relaxed, if not everywhere, dark curls surrounding his ears and just barely swooped across his forehead. You hadn’t realized yesterday that his hair had gotten longer, but you liked it. You couldn’t help but think about how soft it probably felt. Your eyes skimmed him up and down, thinking about how the rest of him felt.

“Hi, Stiles,” Malia and Lydia both said, and you felt your face get hot as you realized you hadn’t said anything else. Stiles walked around you, and greeted the girls. You sighed at his body moving away from you, but you were ready for the night to begin.

Scott, Liam, and Mason all showed up, even Derek a little while later. Scott and Stiles spent a long time talking and sitting in your living room, and after a while there were empty cans and bottles on your coffee table; the remnants of a deep conversation between two men.

“I don’t know what to fucking say to her, Scott. What if she freaks out? What if she hates me and our friendship is ruined?” 

Scott stared at the beer can in his hands, playing with the tab at the opening. He looked to his left, at his best friends anxious eyes. “Dude, that would never happen. She loves you. Like, she would act the exact opposite of scared if you told her.”

Stiles looked at Scott, dumbfounded, then looked back at his beer bottle. He finished what was left in one gulp, then stood up and patted Scott on the shoulder. “You’re right, Scotty. Fuck it.” he made his way toward the kitchen.

While Scott and Stiles were talking, you were in the kitchen stalling. You watched the rest of the group sit around the dining table, picking at what was left of the snacks and things. You slid your wine cooler around on the island, mentally laughing for boring yourself at your own party. Lydia got up from her seat and pulled a compact mirror from the pocket in her dress to check her makeup as she stood next to you in the kitchen.

“What’re you doing?” she said bluntly. You looked up from your drink, raising your eyebrows.

“Nothing? I’m drinking.” you said. She closed her mirror and twirled around to face you with her hair getting blown off her shoulder.

“Why are you in here if Stiles is all the way over there?” she asked.

“He’s talking to Scott.” you pointed out, taking a sip of wine. She rolled her eyes.

“So? This is important enough to go interrupt.”

“Why are you so keen on making sure I talk to Stiles about this?” you asked, turning to face her with a hand on your hip and your the hand leaning against the counter.

She chuckled. “Because I really think you should. I think you’ll regret it later.” she gave you a small, hopeful smile. “Plus, I’m getting bored with this. The awkward silences between you and him are not entertaining.”

You laughed. “Well, it’s a good thing it’s not your life so you don’t have to actually do anything.”

She knew that was your way of saying shut the hell up. Just as she leaned over to rub your arm comfortingly and go back to your other friends, Stiles walked into the kitchen. You stood up straight and glanced at Lydia.

“I’m gonna go see what the kids are doing. Just…” she slowly backed her way out of the kitchen. “make sure Liam doesn’t break anything…yeah.” she turned and disappeared around the wall separating the kitchen and dining room. You looked at Stiles, raising your wine cooler slightly at his beer bottle.

“Hey,” you said, the fluttery feeling in your stomach coming back. He walked over to lean against the island with you and set his bottle down.

“I feel like I’ve barely seen you since the night started.” he said, his eyes looking in yours. Fuck.

You shrugged and gave him a shy smile. “I am the host. I’ve been around all night, y’know.” you looked down at the array of bowls and plates across your counter, a bashful smile creeping up your mouth. He swallowed hard, opening his mouth then closing it. He walked around the counter to stand next you and you heard your heartbeat in your ears like bombs.

“Y/N, I don’t know if I should be saying this, but I just -” he shook his head at you, his eyes soft. “can’t hold it in any longer. I like you,” he said, moving closer to you. Your eyes widened. “I have feelings for you. A lot of them,” he laughed lightly. “But I just needed you to know and if you’re totally freaked out right now I’m just gonna walk out of your apartment and never come back-” you cut him off by placing a finger on his lips. You were standing on your toes, face to face with him. His eyes got wide as they looked back and forth at yours.

“Stiles,” you started, admiring his eyes up close. “I have a lot of feelings for you too.” you stood flat on your feet again and your hand moved from his lips down his arm to his own hand. He looked down at your hands together as you swayed them slightly.

“Oh. Well, good,” he whispered. He put his other hand on your hip and leaned down to kiss you. It was gentle but he put everything he had into it, taking his hand away from yours and placing it on your neck, his thumb grazing your jawline. You sighed into the kiss moving your body into his until your chests were pressed together. You both pulled away when you heard laughter coming from the other room.

“We should get back,” you said. Stiles’s face fell slightly, as he held you against his chest, forehead resting on top of your head. He got an idea, and pulled away to look at you.

“I could stay after the party’s over,” he suggested. You looked between his eyes and tugged your bottom lip between your teeth, smiling.

You nodded. “Yeah, I’d like that,” you whispered, and pulled him down for another kiss before you joined the rest of the group.

You both grabbed your drinks and left the kitchen, grabbing seats next to each other at the dining table. Lydia gave you a look, but you shook your head just enough for her to see, signaling that you would update her later. Scott and Derek were telling stories, reminiscing over the previous years and the crazy things that had happened. Everyone was laughing and drinking, grateful to have free time that you could all spend together before you all returned to jobs and school, in Liam and Mason’s cases. You stole glimpses of Stiles from the corner of your eye, as you could feel him staring at you, especially when you leaned across the table when the group played cards or when you adjusted in your seat as your outfit moved with you and your camisole crept lower down your chest. It had gotten gradually hotter in your apartment as the party continued and you were glad you didn’t wear something over your top, but it was unfortunate that you couldn’t do something about the way Stiles was watching you with all your friends still here.

It was 11:00. Liam and Mason left, then Derek, predictably, he showed up late and left early. Scott and Malia hung with you, Lydia, and Stiles for a while before heading out.

Malia swung her arm loosely around your neck. “Don’t do anything stupid.” she said quietly. You blushed hard, and moved away from her arm.

“Got it,” you said and gave her a smile and a hug.

Scott was with Stiles in the living room, talking quickly before he left.

“What’re you doing?” he asked Stiles as he put on his jacket. Stiles rubbed his neck nervously.

“I told her. We kissed. I don’t know what I’m gonna do. I told her I’d stay after the party. I’ll help her clean up or something so we can talk more.” he said.

Scott nodded, approving of his best friend’s thoughts. “Okay,” he said, and gave him a bro hug. “Good luck,” he said over his shoulder as he followed Malia out the door.

Lydia grabbed her purse and put on her jacket, pulling her hair out from underneath it. “So you kissed? In the kitchen?? And he’s staying with you after we leave?? What does that mean? What’re you going to be doing?” 

You put your hands on Lydia’s arms. “Slow down. You’re not my mom. I don’t need your permission to have a boy stay over. I know you’ve been trying to help, but he told me he likes me and now it’s done and over with. I got it from  here on out, Lyd.”

She looked at you when you were done. “I get it. You’re right.” you smiled at her response and gave her a hug. 

“Goodnight, Lydia.” you said. She left your apartment and you closed the door behind her. You took a deep breath and went back to find Stiles.

Stiles was in your kitchen, cleaning up bottles and cans and throwing away paper plates. He was tying a garbage bag closed when you entered the room. He stood up straight and motioned to your island.

“I was just trying to get some of this stuff out of the way,” he said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. You had noticed it was something he did when he was nervous and smiled to yourself.

“Thanks,” you said. You stood in silence for a moment, and your fingers played with the hem of your skirt. Stiles scuffed his shoe into the floor, avoiding eye contact. You moved closer to the island, and stacked plates and bowls to be washed later. You placed them gently in the sink, quiet clinks coming from the dinnerware as you set them down. Stiles looked up at you and moved to stand next you at the sink.

“You looked really beautiful tonight,” he whispered in a low voice that made you feel warm. You turned your head to look at him and your breathing sped up.

“Thank you,” you whispered back, leaning on your elbows against the sink as he replicated your movements. You damn near stopped breathing as his left arm moved across your back, his other arm still leaning against the counter. He pushed your hair off your shoulder, moving it out of the way as he moved in to kiss you. You sighed, letting out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding and you deemed the leaning position too uncomfortable for kissing. You stood straight and turned so you were pressed against the counter and Stiles followed your movements, his hands going to your hips like last time; and you realized you had been missing the way it felt. Your hands sat still on his cheeks, feeling the stubble and moles that graced his skin in those spots.

His hands moved up to your back on the bare skin not covered by your camisole. You moved as close as you could to him, so close that you could smell him, you were tasting him, and you pulled at his shirt until it was heartbeat against heartbeat. Your ass was shoved up against the counter, in a rather unpleasant position, and you pushed yourself up onto the counter to Stiles’s surprise. He looked up at you since you were now taller, and you kicked off your shoed behind him as your arms locked around his neck. He took one of your arms in his large hand and kissed your shoulder up to your collarbone and neck, then sucked along your jawline until he left one last kiss on your chin, opening his eyes to look at you. Your hands moved up to his hair, your fingers weaving through the longer pieces at the crown of his head.

His eyes turned dark, pupils dilated when he looked at you and his lips swollen. You gave him a sly smile, different from the shy one you had given earlier. You grabbed his face and pulled it towards yours, kissing him hard on the mouth. It was open-mouthed, wet, warm…and everything you wanted wrapped into one man. Your tongue against his made you ache, needing more. His mouth moved back to your neck, but on the other side, and his hands transferred to your thighs. He moved his hands across your smooth legs, going down the side of your calves and coming back up towards the insides of your thighs.

“Stiles,” you whispered, your head against the cabinets behind you and your eyes half closed, showcasing your bliss. He pulled away from you to look at your face.

“What? Are you okay? Did I -” you covered his mouth with your hand. Your eyes were bright, flicking between his.

“I’m okay. Let’s move somewhere else.” you said, clenching your legs against either side of him. He let out a breath that you felt faintly against your face as your feet landed on the floor. You grabbed his hand and he followed behind you to your bedroom.

Your head laid on your pillow, the only light in your room that had been turned on was a small lamp, creating a dim yellow burn on your walls, the setting conveniently romantic. Your skirt had been removed, Stiles had taken his shoes off, and he was on top of you on the bed.

Stiles shoved a hand through your tousled hair with his other hand holding him up, and the way his bicep looked when it flexed didn’t go unnoticed by you. He pulled away as you both breathed heavily.

“You’re so sexy,” he told you, his eyes moving all across your face, memorizing it. You were sure your makeup was messed up, your lipstick definitely almost completely gone by now, but you knew Stiles, and you knew he would always tell you you’re beautiful in any situation.

You arched your back to meet him chest to chest and he looked down to kiss you there. He left a bright purple and red mark above one of your breasts and you reached up to pull at his hair, pushing your head further into the pillow. You were panting and you could feel the pulsing running through your pussy, you were ready and you wanted him.

You worked together to take your camisole off, throwing it to the floor beside the bed. When you looked back at him, his eyes were scanning across your chest and torso, his lips slightly parted. You didn’t have a bra on and it seemed it had caught him off guard. With one hand still holding him up, the other moved up your hip, lightly running across your torso and up to touch one of your breasts gently. His fingers held on to the side of it and he ran his thumb ever so lightly across your nipple that it sent chills through your body and made you shiver. You stomach was rising quick and heavily. But then, you realized you were very naked in front of him and he still had his clothes on.

You smirked and flipped the two of you over, yanking his shirt off and straddling his lap. You admired his build, letting your fingers tenderly move from his pecs down to just above his pants waistband. You hadn’t noticed it before because you were on the bottom, but his khakis were tight. Holy hell, you thought. Your smirk hadn’t left your face and you ground down into his crotch, letting your shoulders relax and your head hang back as you felt his cock through the thin fabric of your panties.

“Fuck,” Stiles said under his breath, looking at the connection between both of your legs. You couldn’t keep your eyes off the indentation of his abs, or the dark, dark hairs below his belly button that went beyond his waistband. You leaned down, finally feeling him skin to skin, not believing this was real. You grabbed his face hard, pushing your tongue past his lips.

You didn’t expect him to let out a moan but when he did, the cracked sound of his arousal in his voice made your stomach flip. He flipped you back over and sat up on his knees to take his belt off, then unbuttoned his pants and used his feet to push them off his ankles. With just his boxer briefs on, he left kisses along your hipbone and up to your side which made you squirm away because it tickled. He looked up through his eyelashes at you with a grin on his face that made you feel hot all over. He left kisses over your diaphragm, then the valley between your breasts, and a single tender kiss on your collarbone before planting a second tender kiss on your lips.

“Stiles,” you said. He lifted himself a bit to look at you. “I want you so bad,” you breathed out, feeling so bare and exposed in this moment that you didn’t want to hold anything back. He brushed some hair away from your face with a small smile. He lowered his face as close as he could to yours without touching you.

“Then let me give you a night you’ll never forget,” he murmured before he reached his hands down to pull your underwear down tauntingly slow.

“Oh, baby,” he whispered, tossing your undergarment to the side as he unveiled the most private part of you. He scooted himself down the bed and left a slow kiss on your mound. Your head was already digging into the pillow, your hands brushing strands of hair off Stiles’s forehead. You parted your legs for him and he hooked his elbows under your thighs and moved his hands up to hold your torso firmly. You were sure he could feel your stomach growing and shrinking with your heavy breathing but all you cared about was the feeling he was giving you.

He left a second kiss on your clit, the featherlike feeling already making you want to scream. At this point your hands were pulling at his hair, trying to tug him towards your pussy because you needed him.

“Please, Stiles,” you gasped, bucking your hips.

He flattened his tongue and ran it through your folds and up over your clit. You gasped again, pulling his hair harder like a reflex. He continued licking over you, lapping at the moisture that left your pussy. Stiles flicked his tongue over and over your clit in short and quick licks, repeated identical movements that drove you crazy. You were soaked for him but it didn’t seem to matter because he was swallowing every drop of you.

You were bucking your hips rhythmically now, feeling his nose poke you every time you snapped your hips up. You could feel your orgasm getting close, your back was arched off the bed, and your hair was most likely knotting from your head rolling around the pillow.

“Stiles, I’m-” you gasped, but he had pulled away. Your brow was creased as you shot up, leaning on your hands that were pressed into the mattress behind you.

“I want you so bad too, you know,” he said, dropping his underwear and smirking. You panted, giving him a once over; but actually, a lot more than just once. You couldn’t take your eyes off his lean form, let alone his dick that was red and swollen.

“Is that what you’ve been hiding under there for all these years?” you said, smiling. He rolled his eyes and moved toward the bed.

“It seems that way,” he replied. He pulled you up to sit on your knees with him on the bed, and you almost keeled at the feeling of his hard cock pressed between your stomachs. He kissed across your cheek until he was at your ear and kissing at your hairline. He tugged your earlobe between his teeth then whispered, “Let me do the work, baby.”

He flipped you over so you were on your hands and knees. He groaned at the sight of your ass high up in front of him and smoothed a hand over the curve of it. He adjusted his position and held your hips as he pressed his throbbing member between your cheeks until it hit your equally throbbing pussy and he pressed his tip into you gently.

You moaned loudly at sensation that ran through you and pushed your body towards the mattress, all the while pushing back into Stiles. He watched the curve in your toned back, biting his lip and squeezing your ass again.

“What do you want, Y/N?” he whispered, the sexiness practically dripping in his tone. You were breathing heavily, your arms supporting your weight.

“Fuck me, Stiles. Hard.” you deadpanned. Stiles looked up at the ceiling as he felt himself twitch at your words. He pushed the rest of himself in you without any warning and the obscenities began to fall from your lips. He thrusted in and out of you, your walls tight and warm around him. Your body shifted with the force of Stiles fucking you and he watched your body move with his. God he was in love with your body already.

He continued pushing in and out, occasionally going out slow and thrusting back in fast, loving the reaction he got from you. He was spurring you on, and he knew it, but he couldn’t get enough of the sounds he got out of you.

“St-Stiles,” you barely managed to get the words out. He was hitting your g-spot perfectly with every single thrust, and you couldn’t get much else out besides your moans. He could tell you were close again and pulled out of you, flipping you around. He moved to the front of the bed against the pillows, his cock glistening with moisture from your pussy. You straddled his lap and placed your arms around his neck as he guided his dick back into you.

“I wanna see your face when you cum,” he said to you, and your moans had already started again.

You bounced quickly in his lap and Stiles watched your breasts move as you did. He kissed and bit at your chest, saliva mixing with sweat on your body. You rocked and circled your hips on his cock, creating perfect feelings for both of you.

“Y/N,” he panted. The hairs framing your face were damp with sweat and stuck to your temples and cheeks. You were beautiful, breathtaking, sexy, all of the above to him in this very moment. “Touch yourself.”

You leaned in to kiss him hard but fast, then brought your index finger up to his lips. He took your whole finger in his mouth, with you slowly dragging it out. You brought it down between your bodies and rubbed your clit.

Stiles bucked his hips up into you, never missing a beat. His cock filled you entirely and it felt oh so good. With your finger still down at your most sensitive spot, you rested your forehead on Stiles’s shoulder.

“I’m so close,” you whimpered, clinging to his body with your free hand like your life depended on it. Stiles’s grip on your hips hadn’t moved in several minutes but you could barely feel it as you edged closer to release.

His head was resting against the headboard as his thrusts became even faster than they were. You threw your head back as your clit became too sensitive to touch, your orgasm running through your whole body. You felt it in your toes all the way up to where your eyes rolled into your head and you clung to Stiles’s biceps. Your throat felt dry but you didn’t care; the moans caused by the heavenly sex was worth the temporary sore throat.

Stiles had a death grip on your hips at this point as his cum shot inside of you. He moaned along with you as you slowed your rhythmic bounce then slowly lifted yourself off of him, and collapsed next your newfound lover. Stiles adjusted the two of you so you were under the covers, and he could tell you were already falling asleep against him.

“Stiles,” you slurred, your brain shutting off as you drifted into sleep. You were laying against his chest and his arm was around you; neither of you cared about the stickiness of your combined sweaty skin.

“Hm?” he responded, his eyes closed.

You patted his bare chest with your hand. “Will you make me breakfast tomorrow?”

He smiled at your innocence. “Of course I will, babe.” He wasn’t even sure if you heard him because you didn’t say anything, and all he could think was your last thought before falling asleep was probably an image of him cooking pancakes without a shirt on.

He gently kissed your hair, barely pulling away before sleep overtook his body as well.

A/N: fuck. i don’t think i’m ever going to want to write anything ever again after the hell that was writing this chapter. i get distracted so easily and i was visiting family for a day and a half for christmas so i’m sorry to literally like the 40 of you who liked my post of the prologue. if you actually read it and have been anticipating the first chapter, i’m terribly sorry that i can’t do any work for more than like ten minutes at a time. and i’m sorry to myself for staying up so late to work on this repeatedly. anyways this feels like it’s 10,000,000 words bc thats exactly how many hours i spent writing it but when i scroll through it seems like it’s probably 3 or 4 thousand something. i’m just so glad that this wasn’t a school assignment and it didn’t have a due date. anyway. i hope you liked this chapter. hugs and kisses and happy holidays. and happy holi-dyl’s.

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Something New- Chapter 6 (Trixya) - Julie

AN: Thank you guys so so much for all the lovely feedback on my last chapter! It really meant a lot to me. And to the anonon that asked for longer chapters - this is 5k.

Feel free to say Hi on my blog @trixyaas !

Chapter 6 includes: deep talks, trans issues, Violet Chachki being protective and smut.

There was a bit of a pronoun discussion going on a few days ago regarding another fic and I just wanted to clarify that Something New is written out of Brian’s point of view and that’s why Violet is described with he/him pronouns at first, but when it’s mentioned that they use they/them it quickly changes. Thanks for reading! - Julie

Brian was nervous when he knocked at Katya’s door. It’s just dinner between friends, he reminded himself, but his hands were sweating regardless. Kim had picked up Keira half an hour ago, when Brian was fresh out of the shower and had just applied too much cologne. Kim had just scrunched his nose and reminded him that it was dinner and not a prom date. Brian had punched him in the arm.

When Katya opened her door Brian’s heart stopped beating. He was sure he would die right there in the dim hallway, standing in front of Katya.

She wore a red dress covered in fringe. Her black heels made her almost as tall as Brian. Her hair was braided into two braids, that fell down her shoulders to her breasts, which looked bigger than usual. Brian knew that hormones could give you an A cup, and while he was by no means an expert, he was sure that this was at least a C cup. She dressed up for me, he realized. He couldn’t help but laugh when he saw the little doll hand clipped to the side of her head.

“It’s fashion, Trixie”, she said as a greeting and Brian had to laugh even more.

“You look nice”, he said and Katya smiled.

“I know”, she grinned and Brian snorted. He hadn’t offered her his arm but she took it anyway, linking it with her own.

“You ready?”, she asked and Brian nodded affirmatively.

“So where are we going?”, she asked once they were stood outside of their building. It wasn’t quite dark outside yet and it was still relatively warm.

“There’s a Vegetarian Restaurant nearby”, Brian said, “it’s a fifteen minute walk, are you up for that?”

“I have good company”, Katya said and they started walking, arms still linked together.

“So you said you were into gymnastics?”, Brian asked trying to make conversation.

“Oh yeah!”, Katya said, “I come from a fitness family, you know? My parents insisted that we all did sports and I stuck with gymnastics.”

“I thought of singing Keira up for a class”, Brian explained.

“It’s honestly so much fun”, she said, “wait!” she unlinked their arms and looked around herself. Then she pulled up her dress a little and slowly sank into a split. Right there in the middle of the pavement. But because this was LA and people paid her no mind. Well, except for Brian, who watched her with an open mouth.

“Oh my god”, he exclaimed when she hit the ground. She bounced up and down a couple of times and he laughed. Then she swung her legs around and extended her arm, wiggling her fingers. Brian grabbed her hand and pulled her back up.

“That was – wow”, he said and Katya smirked.

“I’m a woman of many talents”, she said and let go of his hand to link their arms again. She was closer now, her side pressed against his and he could feel his skin shivering underneath is clothes. God, the things this woman did to him.

The restaurant wasn’t very crowded even though it was a Saturday. Only a few tables were occupied and Katya and Brian chose a table in the back, further away from where most people were sitting. The walls were painted green and Katya let herself fall onto a white bench while Brian sat down on a chair opposite of her. He watched her as she looked around the restaurant. There were pictures and cloths hanging on the walls. The room was decorated with trinkets that the owner had probably picked up at various flea markets. A little golden elephant figurine was set up next to a hideous red vase. It all was kind of mismatched and it reminded him of Katya’s flat. Keira had loved the place when they had discovered it. She had looked around in awe, not unlike Katya. Maybe that was why he decided to bring her here, to see her look around in astonishment and to have an excuse to look at her.

“This is a really nice place”, she commented after a while and Brian smiled.

“Keira likes it too”, he said and Katya looked at him with her blue eyes.

“I can see why.”

“Hi, I’m Jason, I’m your waiter for the evening”, a bored voice suddenly said next to Brian. He looked up at the young man who wore his long black hair in a bun. He wore tight black jeans and a white dress shirt.

“Can I bring you anything to – BITCH”, he suddenly shrieked loudly. Some heads turned their way and Brian looked at Katya confused but the blonde woman just stared at their waiter open mouthed.

“Oh. My. God”, she said punctuating every word “you fucking cunt.”

Now, Brian was really confused. He watched as Katya stood up and pulled Jason into a tight hug. When the separated his hands remained on her shoulders. He looked her up and down.

“Bitch you look great”, he said a tad too loud, “look at those tittys!”

“They’re not real”, Katya laughed and Jason joined in.

“Vi, this is Brian”, Katya said, finally turning her head back to Brian, “Brian this is Violet. Well Jason but Violet’s fine. They were my roommate when I used to do drag”, she explained.

“Hi”, Brian waved awkwardly and Jason, or Violet, ignored him. They looked at him quickly and turned their attention back to Katya.

“Get it girl”, they grinned and Katya hit their arm playfully.

“So my boss is gonna get really pissy if I don’t take your orders soon so what do you guys wanna drink?”, they said and Katya sat back down.

“I’ll just have a water”, she said, “oh no wait! Do you have coffee?”

“Bitch it’s 7:30”, Violet said clearly judging her but Katya just shrugged.

“I’ll have a coffee”, she insisted.

“And for you?”, Violet turned their attention to Brian, “something with a lot of alcohol and a Xanax when you’re having to deal with that one?”, they gestured to Katya and she gasped exaggeratedly.

“You’re a whore”, she said and Violet cackled.

“I’ll uh”, Brian said, “I’ll think I’ll just have a water?”, he said and felt incredibly awkward.

“Well don’t say I didn’t try to warn you”, Violet turned around on their heel and walked off. Katya looked after them.

“God I haven’t seen them in ages”, she sighed.

“Did they do drag too?”, Brian asked.

“Oh yeah. I think they still do. At least I hope so, they were so good. God, I had no idea they moved here! The rotted cunt didn’t tell me.” Brian chuckled nervously.

Violet came back with their drinks and set them down before them.

“So are you ready to order?”

“You, uh, you never brought as a menu”, Brian said carefully and Katya started her wheezing laugh that Brian loved to hear. She grabbed the edge of the table. Violet just raised an eyebrow at them and turned around to grab them two menus. They dropped them on the table and crossed their arms. They didn’t leave like any normal waiter would have, instead they just stood there, tapping their food impatiently. Brian felt incredibly uncomfortable and rushed, so he just ordered the first thing he saw.

“I’ll have the Vegan Caesar Salad”, he said and Violet nodded, not writing his order down. Katya took longer to order. She wasn’t phased at all by Violet’s presence and looked through the menu multiple times. Violet coughed a few times to signal that they wanted her to hurry but Katya simply ignored her. She finally closed the menu.

“I’ll have the Vegan Caesar salad as well”, she said and handed Violet her menu.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”, they groaned and Brian had to bite his bottom lip to not start laughing. He didn’t know Violet, but he knew that they probably wouldn’t appreciate being laughed at. He just handed them his menu and Violet grabbed it from his hand.

“Oh my god are you losers wearing the same fucking nail-polish?”, they snickered.

“Fuck off and bring us our food”, Katya said giving Violet a exaggerated smile and they flipped her of. However they did turn around and walked over to the kitchen.

“Violet’s such a bitch”, Katya laughed and Brian smiled at her weakly, not really knowing what to say.

“But really nice. I miss them.”

“Yeah they seem…great”, Brian said carefully and Katya let out a laugh.

“They can come on really strong but once you get to know them, they’re the sweetest. If they like you, that is. If not you’re fucked.”

“I’m a bit intimidated”, Brain confessed.

“When I first met them I thought they wanted to kill me”, Katya laughed, “they are just really really confident.”

“I can tell”, he said, “So tell me about your drag! If you don’t mind, of course.”

Katya sighed.

“It was all really confusing”, she explained, “Like, I thought it would be enough to just dress as a woman at night and perform, but it really wasn’t. I did like a weird Russian character and I did lipsync performances to Russian songs. I think most of the people that came to my shows thought I was actually from Russia”, she chuckled lightly. Brian didn’t say anything to not interrupt her.

“But like I said it was tough, I was in a really bad place. Like I was on so many drugs, it’s a miracle I’m still alive”, she laughed but it sounded forced and nervous. Brian hadn’t seen that coming.

“You don’t have to tell me all this”, he said when he realized she was getting more personal than expected.

“No it’s fine”, she said and took a deep breath, “I’m sober now. Apart from weed, but that’s not doing any harm. I just took the drugs to feel better, you know? Like, I could forget that I was in this body for a few hours. It felt good. Right somehow. Violet actually helped me a lot at the time when I was trying to stop.” Katya looked at Brian, trying to rad his face.

“This is a lot, sorry for dumping that all on you”, she said and took a sip of her coffee.

“I think it’s great, that you’re so open about this”, Brian said earnestly and she smiled at him weakly.

“Sometimes it feels good to talk about it”, she shrugged.

Violet came back with their food and looked at them with judging eyes, sensing the mood-shift.

“Wow, you guys are having a blast, aren’t you?”, they snorted, as they set their salads in front of Brian and Katya. They turned around before either of them could respond and walked off to another table.

“Tell me about you, then”, Katya said and crooked her head slightly.

“What do you want to know?”, he asked between bites.

“How does a gay man get a daughter?”, she asked and Brian sighed.

“I was drunk, I met a girl, I thought ‘Hey, maybe I’m not a too big disappointment to my parents if I’m at least bisexual’, we had sex, it was awful, I forgot about her, nine months later Keira was at my doorstep and I never saw her again”, he explained, not wanting to go into too much detail.

“Ouch”, Katya said, “she sounds lovely.”

“Honestly, I don’t even remember what she looked like”, Brian shrugged, “but I sure had a blast, explaining the whole situation to my parents.” Katya smiled sympathetically.

“Well, from what I can see, she’s turning out pretty good”, she said.

“She is. I never wanted to have kids, but she’s just such a sweetheart. Although I would appreciate it, if you’d stop encouraging her to dress the way she does”, he laughed.

“Hey! Our fashion sense is amazing”, Katya exclaimed and Brian’s heart fluttered a bit, when she said 'our’.

“Is it?”, he questioned and Katya pretended to be shocked.

“I saw you wearing a fucking fanny pack the other day”, and Brian burst out laughing and Katya started wheezing again, slapping her knee repeatedly. A few people turned their heads and looked at them.

“Fair enough”, Brian said when he had calmed down. They continued eating in a comfortable silence. Suddenly he could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket. Slightly panicked he pulled it out, thinking something might had happened to Keira. But Kim had only sent him a photo o f her, sitting on his couch. Her hair looked ridiculous, Kim had put it into many little ponytails and she was snuggled in a blanket. Her eyes were closed and a bowl of half eaten popcorn was balanced on her lap. Brian smiled fondly at his screen and then turned his phone around to show Katya.

“Aaaaww”, she squealed and then took his phone from his hands.

“May I?”, she asked but she was already typing something.

“There”, she said and and handed it back to him, “I put in my number. Feel free to send me pictures of your child whenever you want. That sounds creepy. I mean that in a non-creepy, non-predatory way.” Brian snorted when he saw what name she had given herself.

“Russian Hooker”, he read out loud and Katya grinned at him cheekily.

“Text me something, so I’ll have your number as well”, she demanded and Brian considered briefly what to text her. She laughed out loud when she got his text.

To Russian Hooker: How much do you charge?

“More than you can afford, Trixie”, she said as she saved his number.

“Since your inviting me, I’m going to go the bathroom while you pay, okay?”, she said and stood up before he could say anything.

He made eye contact with Violet and signaled for them to come over.

“I’d like to pay”, he said but Violet ignored him and sat down in Katya’s seat.

“Listen”, they said, their voice stern, “I’m going to say a few things to you and you’re gonna listen, understood?”, Brian nodded and he hated that he was so intimidated by them.

“I’m not only sexy, I’m also smart”, they said, “and I know that Katya wants to fuck you,” Brian’s eyes widened at that but Violet continued, “and I also know that you want to fuck her.”

“I don’t - “, Brian started but he was interrupted by Violet again.

“Shut up, yes you do. Katya is very fragile. Katya has been hurt before and she doesn’t trust people easily. I don’t know why but she seems to trust you.”

“You haven’t talked to her in years”, Brian said, a bit annoyed by the fact that Violet was trying to, to what? To threaten him?

“I still know her better than you”, Violet said and raised an eyebrow in a challenging way. Brian said nothing.

“I can also tell that you’re gay. And while Katya might have a dick she’s still not a man, you understand? She’s not going to be the fulfillment of some weird fetish you might have.”

Violet leaned in closer.

“I might haven’t seen her for a while but if you fucking hurt her I will fucking castrate you!”, they said through gritted teeth. They leaned back again.

“That’s 23$”, they said and stood up, slamming the bill on the table.

“I don’t want to fuck her”, Brian said but the words didn’t sound convincingly. Who was he kidding? Yes, he wanted to.

“Oh, please”, Violet snorted. In that moment Katya came back from the bathroom

“What’s going on?”. She asked, sensing the awkward tension.

“I’m waiting for him to pay”, Violet said and Brian wondered if it even took effort to sound so annoyed, if they had to practice it or if it just came naturally. He quickly fumbled out his wallet and put some cash on the table, leaving Violet a too high tip. They definitely didn’t deserve it but if Brian was being honest, he was kind of afraid of them.

Katya pulled them into a tight hug and he could see Violet soften. They handed her a piece of paper and said: “Call me. We’ve got a lot of catching up to do.” Katya kissed their cheek once and pulled away from them, walking over to where Brian was standing. She took his hand as if it was naturally and smiled at Violet.

“See you around, whore”, she said and Violet winked.

“Bye cunt”, they said and Brian wondered if that would be how he talked if he had done drag professionally.

“Uh bye”, he said and waved but Violet just turned around and ignored him.

The air had cooled down drastically as they stepped outside the restaurant.

“Fuck”, Katya said, “it’s cold!”

Brian could see her shivering. Reluctantly, he let go of her hand, to take off his jacket. He wrapped it around her shoulders and she glanced at him.

“Aren’t you going to be cold?”, she asked and Brian shook his head.

“I’m alright”, he said. It was a lie, he was cold, but he found himself thinking that he’d gladly be cold if that meant Katya wasn’t.

“So what did Vi say to you?”, she asked, wrapping her arms around herself.

“Nothing important”, he lied and he could see that Katya didn’t believe him. She didn’t pressure him into talking though, and he appreciated it.

“I have the feeling that they think they’re better than me”, he said instead and Katya giggled.

“They probably are”, she said, “They’re better than most people. Problem’s just they know it.”

“Mhmm”, Brian said. He didn’t know how to think of Violet and it frustrated him. But Katya seemed to think highly of them and that had to count for something.

“Thank you for dinner”, Katya said and Brian smiled at her fondly.

“Thank you for the painting”, he replied.

“I had fun tonight”, she continued, “it felt great being able to talk so honestly with someone.”

“Well, if you ever want to talk you have my number, hooker”, Brian grinned and Katya laughed. It was so easy to make her laugh and Brian suddenly felt like this was his sole purpose in life. Making her laugh, making her happy.

“Sure thing, Tracy”, she said.

“Trixie”, he corrected but Katya just shrugged.

“Trixie, Tracy, Tallulah – it’s all the same.”

“If you say so”, he said and they walked next to each other, their bodies close but not quite touching. Brian was cold and Katya had taken a cigarette out of her purse a few minutes ago. He knew that the smell would linger and that it would be hard to wash it out off the jacket but he also knew that he didn’t mind, because this was Katya. He knew that he didn’t mind that Katya was a woman either. He had found her intriguing ever since he first met her. He knew that he wanted to get to know her better, that he wanted to make her laugh.

He knew that he wanted to fuck her, or maybe that he wanted to get fucked by her, Violet be damned. She was something else, something new, and Brian was drawn to her.

They were standing in front of their building and Brian was fumbling with his keys while Katya stepped out her cigarette. He held the door open for her and her side brushed against him when she entered. They climbed up the stairs in silence and Katya stopped at his door. She pulled the jacket from her shoulders and handed it to Brian.

“Do you, uh, do you want to come in for a drink?”, he asked and all of the sudden he felt nervous.

“I don’t drink, I’m an ex-addict”, she reminded him.

“Right”, he said but he made no move to enter his flat.

And then all of the sudden Katya pressed him against his door with a surprising amount of strength and her mouth was on his. Brian gasped in surprise but then he was kissing her back and his hands came to rest on her hips. Katya broke the kiss, too soon for Brian’s liking, but her body remained pressed against his. The door handle was digging into his lower back uncomfortably but he couldn’t care less. He had dropped the jacket and it was lying to their feet. He could taste smoke on his lips.

“I can still come in though”, her voice was low and he could feel her breath hot on his cheek, “if you want me to.”

“Please”, he said, fingers still digging into her side.

He reached behind him to open his door and they stumbled into his dark flat. It took him a while to find the light switch next to the door but eventually the he got it and there was Katya, standing in his entry area, looking gorgeous despite the crappy lightning. She looked at him, her lips slightly parted and Brian took a step forward, cupping her cheeks.

“You are so beautiful”, he mumbled before he pressed his lips onto hers and he could feel how she practically melted into the kiss, deepening it. Her fingers gripped the front of his shirt and he could feel her nails through the thin fabric. He pressed her against the door and ow it was her who was trapped. Her hands left his chest and trailed down his body and then she was grabbing his ass and he groaned against her mouth. She chuckled lightly and suddenly her tongue entered his mouth.

“Where is your bedroom?”, she asked when she broke the kiss, leaving Brian panting for more. He took her hands and led her there. Once they had entered, Katya pushed him onto the bed and then she was on top of him, straddling him. Her mouth was back on his and now Brian was the one who let his hands roam around her back before they came to rest on her ass. Her grabbed it experimentally and she moaned into the kiss. Brian realized her never wanted her to stop making those noises, ever.

He could feel her hands at the hem of his shirt and he lifted his arms so she could take it off. Katya threw it on the ground next to his bed and her hands were on his chest again. Without the shirt in the way the sensation was so much more and Brian gasped when she flicked his left nipple. He could hear Katya giggle and he loved how she never stopped laughing, not even in a situation like this. She placed little kisses down his chin and Brian moaned when she reached his neck, tipping his head back to give her better access. She licked over his Adam’s apple and then she began to suck at the skin at his collarbone. Her fingers were still playing with his nipple and Brian grabbed her ass harder. She moaned into the crook of his neck and Brian knew that she was going to leave a mark, that Kim would tease him over relentlessly but he didn’t care. He could feel himself getting hard and he knew that Katya could feel it too because all of the sudden she was grinding down on his lap and Brian moaned loudly.

“Katya”, he breathed out and she giggled again. She reached around to her back to unzip her dress but Brian was faster. He fumbled with the zipper a little but then he finally managed to pull it down. Katya stood up and was now standing in front of him to step out of her dress. Brian was palming his erection through the fabric of his jeans and he was so aware of his own loud breathing. Katya let the dress fall to the ground and kicked it aside so it was now laying next to Brian’s shirt. She wore black lacy underwear. It was matching and Brian asked himself if she had planned all this, if this had been her intention from the beginning. In a touch of doubt he wondered if they were moving too fast but then Katya’s hands were back on his chest were back as she pushed him deeper into the mattress.

He could see that she was hard too.

She was straddling him again and she rocked her hips so their hard dicks were rubbing together.

“This is going to be less attractive now”, Katya warned and reached into her bra to pull out two silicone implants that she placed on Brian’s bed side drawer.

“Can I?”, Brian asked and reached around her back to unclasp her bra. After he fumbled with the bra catch for a few seconds, not managing to open it, Katya swatted his hand away.

“Oh my god, it’s really not that difficult”, she rolled her eyes but he could see that she was grinning. She unclasped it in one swift motion and let it fall to the ground.

Carefully Brian cupped her small breasts with his hands. Katya gasped at the contact and he started to massage her boobs. She moaned and began to grind down harder against his dick.

“Oh fuck”, she moaned, as he flicked his tongue over her now hard nipple.

It felt weird to feel breasts in his hand. Weird but not terrible, and hearing Katya’s soft moans was definitely worth it.

He was still wearing his jeans and the hard fabric pressed down uncomfortably on his dick, Katya’s grinding was not helping.

“I need to-”, he started but Katya’s hands were already unbuttoning his trousers. She had to leave his lap in order for him to be able to take them off but he whimpered at the loss of contact.

Once his jeans were finally on the floor he and Katya looked at each other.

They were both shirtless. A few strands of hair had fallen out of her braids and were now falling into her eye. She pushed them to the side, tucking them behind her ear. Her lip stick was smudged and he could see sweat glister between her breasts. She was breathing heavily, her chest rising quickly. Her cock was hard underneath her lace fabric and Brian wondered if he had ever seen someone this beautiful before.

He knew that the answer was no.

Brian scooted from the bed and dropped to his knees before Katya. He placed his fingers at the hem of her panties and looked up at her.

“Is this okay?”, he asked and Katya nodded above him. He pulled down her underwear and her dick sprang free.

Brian kissed her head and slowly took her dick into his mouth. He could hear Katya hiss above him and he could feel her fingers grabbing his hair.

He began to move his head, taking Katya deeper into his mouth. He swirled his tongue experimentally and Katya’s grip on his hair tightened and she groaned. Brian moaned against her cock and he could feel her bucking her hips. He moved his hands from her hips to her ass to steady himself.

“Brian”, she moaned, “Brian I’m gonna cum.”

He started to move his head faster and one hand left Katya’s butt to stroke himself. She came while moaning his name and he swallowed her cum. He looked up to her through his eyelashes and her mouth was opened while she panted.

“Bed!”, she breathed and he laid down on his back. She climbed on top of him and kissed his mouth hungrily. Her tongue was practically licking the inside of her mouth and Brian knew that she had to taste herself.

Her now soft dick was rubbing against his hard one, sending waves of pleasure. Katya reached between them and started to pump his dick with her hand. He didn’t last long and quickly came over her hand and his stomach.

Katya rolled over and they were lying next to each other in silence. The only thing that could be heard were their loud breathing and panting.

Brian rolled to his side and Katya did the same so they were now facing each other. He pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and couldn’t resist the urge to stroke her cheek.

“You are beautiful”, he whispered and she smiled at him.

“How does it feel?”, Brian asked, “Having sex, I mean.”

When Katya didn’t respond immediately he said:”I’m sorry you don’t need to answer that. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“No it’s fine”, she assured and paused for a while, gathering her thoughts.

“It’s weird”, Katya admitted, “it feels wrong. Not because of you! But it doesn’t feel right.”

Brian nodded understandingly. He wasn’t offended by her words, not in the least.

“There was a time when I didn’t touch myself”, she said, “I was disgusted by myself. But now I’ve kind of come to accept it. It’s not like it’s going anywhere”, she laughed harshly. There was nu humor in it.

“Don’t you want to get surgery?”, Brain asked.

“Of course”, she said, “but that shit’s expensive. Insurance only covers so much.” She sounded frustrated and Brian felt bad for bringing up the topic.

“I’m sorry”, he just said and Katya smiled at him weakly.

“It’s fine”, she said but Brian knew it wasn’t.

“You should get cleaned up”, she said, motioning to his stomach.

“You’re right”, he said and stood up, feeling bad about leaving Katya, even if it was just for a minute, “Do you need anything?”

“I’m fine”, she repeated.

When Brian returned, Katya’s eyes were closed. He tiptoed around the bed and tried to lay down as gently as possible but when he hit the mattress Katya’s eyes opened slowly.

“Brian?”, she said, “Thank you.”

“For what?”, he asked.

“Everything.”

And with that Katya closed her eyes again and snuggled closer to Brian, draping an arm around him. He didn’t know when he drifted off to sleep.