#just want someone to sit me in their lap while we get high and crossed

[tofeelanythingderangesyou]

Puppy is half an edible and two drinks in, someone come tell me not to take the other half of this edible with another drink, I don't think I could handle it without someone here to take advantage of this

[joelslastofus]

[SUMMARY: Joel struggles to fight temptation with Sarah’s bestfriend after he’s forced to share a bed with her.]

Smut dry humping 18+

He knew it was best to sleep in his jeans, at least the heavy material would do better at hiding a boner he knew he would get.

Winter vacation with the Millers was something you had been looking forward to for the past month. Sarah and you were on break from college and had been best friends since high school. The two of you always planned vacations together and this time her dad and uncle were apart of the plans. A road-trip to Colorado to stay at a cabin and go skiing, you were so excited. The ride was about twelve hours long but you loved road-trips so you were perfectly fine with the time it would take to get there.

“Everybody packed?” Joel came out putting the last few bags on the back of his truck as Sarah came out in a panic.

“Shoot! I forgot to leave my work keys at the job”

“Doesn’t someone else have em?” Joel asked confused.

“Sidney is off and I was suppose to leave them for Matt, they’ll kill me. I’m so stupid”

“Alright relax-“ Tommy came in to the recuse as he usually did.

“I gotta drive by your job anyways and pick up a couple things, we’ll stop by your job and then continue heading to Colorado”

Sarah jumped up and down in relief.

“Oh uncle Tommy, you’re a savior”

“So I’ve been told” he shrugged with a chuckle.

“So what are we doin’?” Joel asked as you stood silently waiting for a plan.

“Sarah and I will go do what we gotta do and you and her can get a head start so we don’t miss our check in at the cabin”

“You want me to go with your dad?” You attempted to whisper to Sarah as he looked over at you.

“Yeah cause remember we booked the cabin under our names so me or you need to at least be there for check in” Sarah explained. Joel tried to hide his look of disapproval. Of course it wasn’t that he didn’t want to be around you, it was more so that he knew he shouldn’t be, especially alone.

“Alright well let’s get goin’” Tommy jumped in his truck as Sarah followed while you got in the car with Joel.

The drive was slightly awkward at first, being that Joel wasn’t much of a talker. His body felt tense as he drove, sneaking a glance at you as you looked out the window. You wore a jean skirt with a plain pink top, but all he could focus on was your legs.

“Mind if I put on the radio?”

He quickly looked away the second you spoke.

“Go ahead” he couldn’t help but notice your hand with red nails reach forward. God he hoped Tommy and Sarah wouldn’t take long doing what they had to do because Joel didn’t know long he could handle being alone with you.

“So are you excited?” You asked trying to make conversation.

“Course I am, been a while since I’ve gone skiing but I’m sure I still got it in me”

“Well maybe you can teach me” you spoke innocently, yet your words lingered in the air sending a shock of pleasure down his groin. He shifted in his seat as you sighed and changed the radio station not having any clue just how aroused you were making him simply by being in his presence.

Joel tried anything to get his mind off you, singing a song in his head, thinking about the last movie he saw, hell, anything to distract his mind from wandering off, especially with you right beside him. As the hours went by it helped that you had fallen asleep. Your hands folded on your lap as you leaned toward the door, Joel couldn’t help but take a slow look at you now that he could without being caught. He’d known you for a few years now but he didn’t know what the hell changed on you once you graduated high school. A simple look couldn’t hurt he convinced himself..

Not too long after, you woke up to Joel on the phone, whatever it was, you could tell he wasn’t happy about it.

“You’re kiddin’ me right?” Joel uttered low.

“Why the hell didn’t you say somethin’ earlier?” You crossed your arms sitting up wondering what was going on as he pulled over to the side of the road.

“The hell am I suppose to do now?” He continued, a few more words were said before he slammed his phone shut.

“What happened?” You spoke in a soft voice.

“Tommy’s truck broke down”

“What? We still have hours to go, where are they?”

“They’re three hours away��

“What?” You whispered confused.

It was ten at night and you had no idea where you were or what you were supposed to do.

“So now what?”

“We get a motel for the night, they’ll meet us in the mornin’-“

“A motel?“

Joel cleared his throat looking away, obvious discomfort on his face as he tried to hide how he felt about staying at a motel with you.

“Yeah, Sarah already called the cabin. We’ll make it there tomorrow” he continued to drive as you looked at the road confused.

Luckily Joel had found a motel up the road.

As soon as he entered the lobby he was clear in asking for two separate rooms or at least a room with two beds. Of course with his luck there was only one room available with one bed.

“Jesus christ” he ran his hand through his hair in frustration. With there not being another motel for another ten miles down Joel gave in and took the key.

Unlocking the door you could see how annoyed he felt, you figured it was because of delay in the trip. Pressing his lips together he looked up at you and motioned for you to walk in before him. The first sight of the bed sitting in the middle of the room you sighed as Joel stood behind you and shut the door.

“You can take the bed” he uttered low throwing his bag to the side.

“And where are you going to sleep?”

He pointed at a wooden chair in the corner of the room making you scoff.

“Don’t be ridiculous , Mr.Miller. You need proper rest, you’ve been driving for a few hours and-“

“I’ll do just fine on that chair” he insisted “and how many times do I have to tell you to just call me Joel”.

“Well, Joel, the bed is big enough for both of us, why make things harder for yourself?” you raised a brow as you took your bag and walked to the bathroom. Joel never thought he would ever find himself in a situation like this, his mind racing with things he found harder to ignore.

After changing into your pajamas you walked out of the room yawning making Joel turn to you. Instantly taken back by what you wore, an oversized t shirt that dropped down above your knees.

“The hell are you wearin’?”

“My pajamas?” You looked at him confused, his hands on his hips as he looked flustered.

“Ain’t there somethin’ else you could wear?”

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” You tilted your head as he bit down on his bottom lip. There was no way Joel was going to be locked in a room with you just wearing an oversized shirt. You didn’t see anything wrong with it especially with how long it was.

“I’m gonna go get somethin’ from the truck” he uttered under his breath as he turned towards the door. Yeah, that’s what he figured he would do. Sleep in the car.

“Wait-“ you took a step forward.

“What?”

“Where are you going?”

“To my truck, I’ll sleep in the car and-“

“No!” You took another step forward.

“You can’t leave me alone in this motel…I-“

“Why not?” He furrowed his brows.

“It’s creepy and…I don’t know…I’m kinda scared to stay alone up here”

“You’re scared?” You could hear the irritation in his tone, God you were making it harder for the man to keep himself away from you.

“Yes, can you please stay”

Joel sighed looking away knowing he had no choice. He knew he couldn’t just leave you alone like that.

“Thank you” you whispered and headed to the bed.

“So what side do you prefer to sleep on?”

Joel looked up at you, clearly over the whole ordeal.

“I ain’t sleepin’ on the bed”

“You’re still going on with that? Look how big this bed is!” You took it upon yourself to choose a side and lay back.

“You know something Mr.Miller-Joel” you corrected yourself as you sat up.

“Sometimes I think you just don’t like me and I don’t know what I’ve done but whatever it is, I apologize”

Joel stood still, Jesus Christ, now he had you thinking he didn’t like you, which obviously was so very far from the truth. He cleared his throat, not exactly sure how to defend himself without being obvious how badly he actually wanted you.

“That ain’t it, sweetheart” his words were spoken softly, probably the softest he’s ever spoken to you. There was an awkward silence after that before you sighed and got under the covers.

“Well, if that’s not it, then I insist you lay on a bed to sleep. I won’t bother you I promise” he watched as you turned over and proceeded to close your eyes.

Giving in, he walked towards the bed. Still debating in his mind what he should and shouldn’t do. He knew it was best to sleep in his jeans, at least the heavy material would do better at hiding a boner he knew he would get.

“You didn’t pack pajamas?” You suddenly turned catching him off guard.

“Yeah uh-“

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna sleep with jeans on, that’s so uncomfortable” you turned back the way you were as Joel took a deep breath. Without saying a word he proceeded to change his clothes in the bathroom.

Sweats and a navy blue t shirt Joel awkwardly sat on the bed. It seemed as if you had already fallen asleep, if so, it definitely would be better for him. Laying on his back he looked at the ceiling, his knee up as he carefully tried not to move much with you beside him.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad he thought, just a few hours, make it through the night and everything would be fine, right? He couldn’t help but look over, the blanket covering your legs until you moved shifting its place on you. Now a hint of the back of your bear thighs exposed to him, he didn’t even realize he began to breathe hard. His eyes darting back and forth between the ceiling and your legs until he found it in him to reach over and attempt to cover you. Of course, just as he did you unexpectedly turned over toward him, his hand now trapped beneath the side of your thigh as you faced him.

“Shit” he whispered, his breathing becoming harder to control, a feeling of anticipation he couldn’t hide. His hand feeling your bare skin on him, he could feel the pressure in his chest when you abruptly turned away again.

God you were moving a lot, each movement taking him by surprise but now here you were with your ass poked out just inches away from his crotch area. Looking down, his hand ached to grab your waist and press himself against you. The scent of your vanilla spray filling the air, only weakening his fight. A soft sleepy moan escaping your lips making him look up, the sound you made only making his cock begin to the throb as it hardened in his pants when your phone began to buzz.

Joel quickly turned onto his back lifting the covers over him as you responded in a lazy like voice.

“Mhm. Sure…yeah…I’ll tell him” you sighed before clicking the phone off and turning to Joel.

“Sarah said-“ you stopped in your tracks noticing how fast paced his breathing was.

“Are you ok?” His knee blocking his erection as he refused to look at you.

“Joel?” You whispered.

“I’m fine” he responded in a much more aggressive tone than he meant to.

“Are…are you sure?”

He looked to you with a clenched jaw but he didn’t say a word. His mind going hazy the second he laid eyes on you, he knew he was no longer thinking straight. Joel felt like an animal was taking over him when he abruptly turned towards you and kissed you. You squealed in shock as his hand caressed the crook of your neck, he placed himself over you just before he pulled his lips away. You panted looking up at him in disbelief, how he managed to get himself between your legs so quickly you couldn’t say.

“Joel..” you whispered.

“You scared me” your words instantly setting a realization within him, regret was clear in his eyes.

“I’m sorry-“ but just before he attempted to remove himself, you gently placed your hand on his face. He closed his eyes savoring your touch, your legs adjusting around his waist allowing you to feel his fully erect member against you.

“So this is what it’s all been about…” you whispered somewhat amused as he looked away with shame.

“This ain’t right” you felt him about to move away and tightened your legs around him.

“Wait” you whispered.

“We don’t…we don’t have to do anything but you can just…just stay here” you felt yourself become aroused, the head of his cock against your pussy lips. Through his sweats you could feel the shape of him against you, your black lace underwear soaking up from your excitement. As good as it felt between your legs, Joel took a deep breath.

“I can’t” he whispered, his lips against your forehead.

“Please..” you grabbed onto his shirt wanting to feel him even closer and that’s when he slowly thrusted his hips against you. Your lips parted against his and he thrusted again and again. Your moan made him freeze in place, he wanted more. Joel lifted his body up and looked down noticing the wet stop you left him on his grey sweats, only tempting him to continue.

“I’m sorry” you whispered slightly embarrassed.

He didn’t say a word, you could see him losing the fight and angled his face back to you.

“It’s not like we’re having sex..” you whispered.

“We’re not doing anything wrong” you continued, your thumb brushing over his lips.

He needed to feel more.

With one hand leaning beside your head, he pushed himself up and pushed down his sweats along with his underwear, revealing his aching member.

“What are you doing?”

“I won’t put it in, I just-“ he proceeded to take his cock and brush it up and down between your lips, you lay silently feeling aroused like you had never felt before. Your silk underwear slowly moving aside the more he teased you, his eyes on yours as he focused on the hold he had on you.

“Just don’t-“

“I won’t” he whispered hoarsely. The feel of his cock coming into contact with your pussy, you slowly reached between you both and pulled your underwear aside giving him complete access to feel you.

“Oh, baby…I don’t know if I can stop” he panted as your body squirmed beneath him. You both wanted more, the sound of how wet your pussy was only continued to awaken the animal inside him. His eyes focused on yours when he suddenly slipped himself inside you making you gasp. He held himself feeling you throb around him, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“Joel..” you whispered, his eyes dazed.

“I’m sorry..” he whispered.

“Don’t be…. Again…please” Joel did just as you asked, sliding himself nearly all the way out before ramming himself in you once more.

“Is that what you want? Tell me” he demanded, both of his hands grabbing your face. You nodded desperately before he began moving his hips in a rhythm against you, again and again and again. The bed squeaking loudly the faster he moved.

“Fuck” you moaned as he aggressively pulled his shirt over his head with one hand before sliding his other hand under your ass and lifting you up closer against him. Joel didn’t give a shit if what he was doing in that moment wasn’t wrong and neither did you. You felt better than he could imagine, your tight wet cunt wrapped around him, he moaned deeply. You didn’t want him to stop, you didn’t want it to end when someone suddenly knocked on the door. You and Joel froze out of breath as someone knocked again.

“Housekeeping!”

“No!” Joel blurt out roughly.

“No thank you” he breathed in relief that it was no one else before continuing what he was doing. Next thing you knew, Joel flipped you on top of him, his hands pushing up beneath your shirt grabbing your breasts as you bounced him. Joel could feel your cum dripping down his ballsack.

“Just like that, baby” he panted looking down at his cock.

“Fuck, Joel I’m gonna-“

“You’re gonna cum? Look at me, fucking look at me when you cum” he grabbed a handful of your hair and bought your face down close to his as he pushed his pelvis upwards as fast as he could. You couldn’t take the pleasure he was making you feel, your screams echoing around the room as you came repeatedly.

“Atta girl” he slowed down and flipped you back on your back, your body limp from your orgasm he got on his knees and quickly pulled out. Jerking himself off, his cum shot out of him onto your stomach as he leaned over you.

“Oh shit” he spoke breathlessly looking down at when slowly the intense high came crashing down. He had just fucked his daughter’s Bestfriend.

Joel pushed himself off the bed, slowly stumbling towards the bathroom as your body still tried to recover. He didn’t say a word slamming the bathroom door shut as you slowly pushed yourself up.

“Are you okay?” You called out to him cleaning yourself up, your legs slightly trembling. He didn’t respond.

A few minutes later Joel came rushing out fully dressed and began packing his bag.

“What are you doing?” You asked confused.

“Get dressed, we ain’t stayin’ here”

“Joel, where the hell are we gonna go?”

“Get dressed” he narrowed his eyes on you with a tone you didn’t like.

“Where are we going? Sarah is three hours away and the cabin is still hours away-“

“I ain’t stayin’ here” he walked past you picking up his sweats and throwing it in the bag.

“I don’t understand-“ he abruptly stopped before you and grabbed your face making you gasp.

“I just fucked you in a damn motel. If I don’t leave from here, I will fuck you again and again” his eyes drifted to your lips as you looked at him speechless.

“You’re my daughter’s best friend, I can’t do this” he whispered as he got lost in his temptation and kissed you passionately. He carried you up against the wall brushing his hand up your thigh pushing your shirt above your hips before he moved his lips away. Leaning his forehead on yours he slowly put you back on your feet.

“Get dressed” his tone was cold as he turned away from you.

“You know what-“ you walked towards your bag and pulled out your pants.

“As soon as Sarah and Tommy meet us we can switch, I’ll ride the rest of the way with Tommy” Joel instantly looked up from his bag. Clearly what you said didn’t exactly sit right with him. The thought of you traveling alone with Tommy knowing how his brother was something he was not going to allow. Especially after what had just happened with you.

“So you wanna ride with Tommy now?” He made his way around the bed walking towards you as you pulled up your pants without looking at him.

“Mhm” you responded with clear annoyance.

“You gonna wear your little panties for Tommy too?” Your eyes widened.

“Oh screw you, I didn’t make a move on you”

Joel stood silent, he knew you were right yet his jealousy somehow overpowering his emotions. He felt defeated.

“You’re not ridin’ with Tommy and that’s final” he turned away.

“And what makes you think I have to listen to you?” You quickly followed him until he suddenly turned back to you catching you off guard. He was silent, his jaw tense as you looked up at him slightly intimidated. You could’ve sworn he was going to say something….anything until your phone rang.

Sarah and Tommy got a ride and were now much much closer than you both originally expected them to be and that’s when it hit you, that you were now stuck on a four day trip with your Bestfriend and her dad that you had just slept with..

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Not Just Friends - 8 -

M.List : Prologue : Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3 : Part 4 : Part 5 : Part 6 : Part 7 : Words 2.6k

Childhood best friends turned into something more, at least with the label. Katsuki Bakugo, a fast-rising hero and fast-learning guy who is ever so slow in getting attached to and loving someone. Even three long years into a relationship, and your friends even forget you're even dating. Nothing happening, spare a few kisses.. like 3 kisses, during high school. Graduated and living together, and you guys have done absolutely nothing to further the relationship. Are you sure you're not just friends? Also not edited!! CW: Smut, brief domestic violence discussion, virginity loss, aggressive flirting from creeps, gore with pro hero stuff (lmk if i missed any) Applies to all chapters regardless of it is in said chapter.

"It's been two weeks," you pointed out, telling yourself and him.

"That doesn't mean you have to be okay already," Katsuki huffed at you, crossing his arms as he leaned against the makeup table in front of you.

You were going on for the interview that you promised that night. Truth quirk and all. They were prepping you right now for it, covering the dark circles under your eyes as they made sure to add highlights.

"I go back to work tomorrow, I want everything to be dealt with before hand," you dismissed. You wanted your plate clean so you could throw yourself fully back into work, you were itching to use the equipment. "Besides, Aizawa is here. He'll make sure to turn off the truth quirk if needed."

He grumbled, watching you intently as you got up, makeup finished and TV ready. "I don't like this." He didn't want you to go back to step one, even if you claimed to be fine.

"I know," you patted his arm, he's been trying to convince you not to. But his PR manager advise you to do it, knowing if you switched up that the public would think the worst.

An assistant knocked on the door, peeking through when you told them it was okay. "You're on in five," and with that, they left.

You swallowed nervously. "It's not to late," Katsuki offered.

"I said I'd do it, so I will," you looked yourself over in the mirror one last time, brushing your clothes smooth before you walked to the door. Katsuki following behind as you waited behind the curtain, ready for your cue. You made eye contact with Aizawa who was on the other side, next to the interviewer with a truth quirk. You gave a small wave and gained a nod back.

"Remember that you can dodge the question, it's not considered lying," Katsuki informed you for the millionth time, going down his prep list, "I studied them, they make you say the truth but not blurt it, so you have time to form your words."

"And now we have Dynamight's girlfriend," the talk show host called your name, greeting you on stage. "She'll be giving us all the details of her juicy relationship with our number two hero! All under a truth quirk." You walked onto the stage, giving Katsuki a nervous smile before turning to wave at the crowd.

It wasn't your first interview but it was the first major one. A huge live audience that filled the room. You shook hands with Gossip, the hostess nickname for the public. Shaking hands with the truth quirk interviewer as well before sitting down. Aizawa stayed off stage, ready to cancel things if needed.

"Nell, here," Gossip called attention to the truth quirk, "Known as 'Spills' will activate her quirk and ask questions about her secret relationship with Dynamight." Nell waved at her introduction, smiling brightly. "We've opened questions to the audience as well, so let's get started," Gossip grabbed a stack of cards from her desk, nodding to Nell to start.

You crossed your legs, hands clasped in your lap as you waited for the effect.

Gossip handed Nell the cards to read out. "You were the one on the phone with Dynamight two weeks ago, correct?"

"Yes, called me while I was making dinner," you laughed trying to add anything you could to the questions because you wanted good press.

"How long have you been dating?"

"Three years," you answered easily, feeling the small buzz of the truth quirk in your mind, "Since second year of high school, even though I liked him way before that." Well, you haven't meant to say that, the truth quirk making the small bit of information slip out.

Gossip grinned at what you were saying. "And you've never liked Deku? No romantic feelings there?"

"He's like my younger brother, absolutely no feelings there," you confirmed.

"You don't even find him attractive?"

"I do, just not like that. I only have eyes for Katsuki really," you didn't even know why you were anxious at this point. Part of you was worried it'd make you slip up, say something in the wrong way and make it seem like you wanted him.

"How cute!" Gossip gushed to the crowd. "Well now that we have that settled, lets get to the nitty gritty." You paled at that.

Opening your mouth the protest before Nell interrupted you, "What about Dynamight annoys you the most?"

You rolled your eyes, "He leaves his socks everywhere. Literally only his socks, everything else he is a neat freak about."

"Anything else?" they pushed for something more.

"He literally argues with himself while getting ready, calling his teeth stupid for getting dirty," you ranted, glad you had no real issue with him.

Nell and Gossip shared a look, unsure of where to go. "What do you love most about him?" the decided to switch from negatives to positives, trying to feed his fan base.

"Oh," you paused, mind swirling with too many truths, "He remembers all the small things," you settled on, talking fondly, "He bought an extra chair for his office because he knew I hated the ones he had. He might not talk a lot but he does so much."

The crowd swooned at how fondly you talked of him.

"Why are you with him?"

"Cause I love him?" you questioned back confused, paleing when you realized you haven't directly said it yet. You've been together for three years and knew you loved each other, it was just hardly, if ever, spoken.

"How about we open questions to the fans?" Gossip turned from you and pointed at someone who raised their hand.

"What's Dynamight's biggest weakness?" the crowd called out, Nell immediately asking you the question.

You froze, Aizawa was being distracted and couldn't save you. You faintly heard Katsuki's loud foot steps coming up, trying to save you.

"He loves his back being popped," you answered, truthfully, the interviews losing the spark in their eye as you didn't give good enough gossip. "Seriously, he loves it. Practically melts afterwards."

Katsuki stood next to you, grabbing your hand and pulling you to stand. "This shit is done."

"Dynamight," Nell called out as Katsuki dragged you away. The truth quirk likely making him stop. "Do you seriously love her?" She spit those words out in a manner that reminded you of the break in.

"Yeah, so fuck off," he barked over his shoulder, pulling you off stage.

---

In just the drive home, your phone was blowing up entirely. You were trending on Twitter, Tiktok, and any social media already. All they needed was an hour. You scrolled through TikTok as you curled in on the couch, swiping from one video of you to another video of you. People were gushing over your relationship, loving how he protected you and how you talked about him.

It turned the fan girls more on your side, having gotten a glimpse of your life with him. They concluded that you were one of them. You even saw videos of how you cheered him on during the first-year sports festival. They took any social media post with the two of you and over-analyzed it. Talking about how you looked at each other.

"Still looking at that shit?" Katsuki called from the kitchen. Currently packing up the leftovers of dinner.

"It's cute," you defended, "They found a photo of us during graduation," you lifted your phone over the couch for him to look, hearing him shuffle over to look.

It was a photo of you two hugging after the ceremony, probably seconds after he asked you to move in with you. "This is horrible for my image," he complained as he saw the caption, "Makes me look fuckin' soft."

You rolled your eyes, looking up at him from where he leaned over the couch, "You are soft."

He scoffed, "Sure."

Humming, you got up from the couch, moving to head to your room, wanting to grab a book from a box. You hardly unpacked, your room still empty as you've been spending the past few nights in Katsuki's room.

"Hey Kats," you called from your doorway, seeing more boxes in your room than before. Probably and entire third of boxes that you didn't put there, you were at work all day, busy with meetings while Katsuki got home early.

"What?" he asked when he met you in your doorway, looking over your room.

You stepped in, glancing into an open box and seeing Katsuki's stuff filling it. "What's all this?"

"Figured with you sleepin' in my room all the time we might as well share," he crossed his arms as he shrugged, leaning into the doorframe.

"Really?" you looked up at him, taking your eyes of the open box, lighting up inside as you looked at him.

"Why not?"

You've been waiting for this since he first asked you to move, but you knew that if you freaked out he would back out. You bit back a huge smile, joy seeping through your expression regardless. "Want to set things up then?" you offered, answering his unasked question of it was okay.

He didn't give an answer before he moved in the room fully, grabbing a box of his clothes and going into the walk in closet. You stepped out of your room, seeing how his old room was empty minus a bed. Smiling, you moved back into your room, grabbing another box of his clothes and placing it beside him before grabbing your own clothes and finally unpacking. You took two of the walls of the closet, him taking the last wall, having less clothes.

Cycling through each box until they were all unpacked, your room looking like a mixture of the two of you. His comforter but your sheets on the bed, pillows stacked the way you loved and his limited edition All Might alarm clock sitting on the nightstand. The dresser being spilt for the two of you with small touches of each of you adding to the room. Giving it personality.

It made you giddy, to see everything done up as a combined. You let a bright smile grace your features as you changed for bed, Katsuki showering in the connected bathroom while you slid under the covers. You grabbed a book from your nightstand and flipped to the bookmark.

Reading through the rest of the chapter before Katsuki came out of the bathroom, ruffling his hair under a towel as he walked in. Hanging the towel up and shaking his head like a wet dog to fluff it back up. He stayed shirtless, how he's been sleeping the past few nights, and only wore his boxers.

You eyed him over your book, watching his arms flex with any simple motion he made. Eyeing him as he walked to his side of the bed, slipping under the covers fully before wrapping his arms around your waist.

The motion was surprising, filling your stomach with butterflies as you accepted his hug. You were propped up on pillows, making it easier to read with the posture, his arm slipped easily under you, his other going under your book. He squeezed light, wearily of the wound that was still present on your left side.

"Your shower is so much better than the one in the hall," he grumbled, digging his face into your shoulder. His shampoo scenting the air as you leaned your head onto his.

"Our shower," you couldn't help but correct him.

"Do we want the old room to be your office? The other mine?" he questioned.

You closed your book, setting it on the nightstand as you held onto his arm. "Maybe one can be a guest room? Your mom called and said she wants to visit," you suggested.

"That hag been callin' you often?"

You slapped his arm for how he addressed his mom, "She's worried."

"Hm," he dismissed, "I don't care."

"The interview wasn't that bad," you changed topics, "Just made me say softer versions of the truth."

He took his head off you, moving to sit up so he could look at you, "They asked you about my weakness? Do you know how bad that coulda been?"

"But it wasn't, I did what I said and nothing bad happened," you matched his glare.

He rolled his eyes, falling back onto you.

"I surprised how cuddly you are," you said, not to tease but point out.

"Fuck off," he scoffed, moving to flip away from you. You hooked your arms over his shoulders, trying to pull him back but just got flipped back over with him, letting out a squeal of surprised. Situated right on his lap, close to his face. His hands held your thighs as you straddled him unintentionally. "'m not cuddly," he pinched your thigh.

"Sure," you teased now, "That's why you've been all over me."

"I can finally touch you, think I'm not going to take advantage of it?"

You pulled back, sitting up right on his lap as you looked down at him. Brows furrowed, "Is your watch always on?"

He shrugged, "Not always, but most of the time, 'round you."

Your stomach dropped, you moved to grab his hand and saw that it was on. Turning his quirk off. "You can't use it that often," you told him, worried.

"I turn it off before I sleep," he brushed off, moving his hand away from yours.

"When was the last time it was off around me?"

"When I was asleep last night," he answered easily.

"Katsuki," you frowned, "That's not good for you, you need to turn it off." You reached for his hand again.

He snatched it out of your hand, "The fuck's your problem?"

"I don't want every time you touch me you need that stupid watch on," you complained. It made you feel disconnected from him, like he had to hide his true self.

"It's not on all the fuckin' time," he argued.

"Then you should have no problem turning it off right now," you challenged. His face was all scrunched in distaste as he looked at you.

"I don't have shit to prove."

"You're using it as a crutch," you dug, "I shoulda never built it for you."

"So you would of prefered staying how it was? Don't want me to touch you?" he argued, getting frustrated that you were upset. Defaulting into anger.

"I'd prefer you," you clarified, "The actual you that doesn't need to suppress his fucking quirk."

"I don't need anything," he hissed, "I was doing it to make you fuckin' happy but now you're all bitchy about nothing."

You widdened your eyes, pushing yourself off his lap finally and moving to your side of the bed. "You'll kill yourself," you commented, "Not having access to your quirk is deadly."

"No I won't," he huffed, not moving from where he laided.

"You're right, cause you can turn it off," you decided, "I'm not going to touch you until I know it's off."

He sat up right, "Really?" he looked down at you.

"Yep," you popped the 'p', "I only made the watch for work training, not sex training like how you're using it."

"That's ridiculous," he tried to reason.

"Well, I'm going to be 'bitchy' about something that'll kill you," you crossed your arms, standing your ground.

He shifted, "So we're going back to square one? That what you fuckin' want?"

"Sure," your chest felt tight, hating how frustrated he was. But your side made sense. "I want you alive."

"I'm not going to die."

"Yep, cause I'm not encouraging you to turn it off anymore."

"Can't kiss you or anything then," he tried to threaten, failing to change your mind.

"Okay," you shrugged. Internally mourning the loss of it already.

"Seriously?" he was in disbelief.

"Goodnight Katsuki," you turned onto your side, making him unable to look at you anymore.

When he huffed and turned away you were worried he'd leave. Go back on sharing a room. Truly test how far you were willing to go.

But all he did was adjust onto his side of the bed, angrily turning his lamp off, darkness coating the room.

At least you had that, but who knows how long you would. You clutched at your chest as you sunk in on yourself. It would suck to go back to how it was two months ago. Not being able to kiss him, or hug him freely.

You've gotten so far and had to throw it away. But it was necessary. The nitroglycerin made his heart run slowly, he needed to have his quirk flowing or you didn't know what would happen. You weren't trying to risk it so you could feel him up.

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[rafesangelita]

hii again ik i just sent one but what about rafey manhandling you out of a party when you get into an argument w some girl who was like trying to get all over him (he was clearly not into it and was telling her he had a girl) and then him eating her pussy in bed that night saying that shes the only one he wants cause he loves her and her pretty pussy so much -👛

warnings: arguing, oral (f receiving)

you were sitting next to rafe when the broad stumbled over to him, so high out of her mind that she didn’t notice your head resting on his shoulder. “hey rafeee!” your eyes shot to the source of the voice, your boyfriend immediately glancing over at you. “you got a line for me?” she smiled, tripping over her heels before falling right into his lap. “yo, come on!” he pushed her, “watch the fuck out, i got all this shit out right here.” you glared at her, annoyed with the way she was looking at your boyfriend.

“i don’t have any money on me, but i could pay you with something else..” rafe’s lip curled in disgust, physically cringing at her while you fought the urge to drag her out of the house by her hair. “go be a mess somewhere else, i got a girl.” rafe pulled you closer to his side, her eyes finally landing you. “all lines are fifty dollars, babe. sorry, no free plays around here!” you flashed her a smile, running your hand across rafe’s chest, “this is your girl? my god, i’d think you have higher standards, ray.. guess not.” you took a moment to examine her.

“then what does that make you?” you stood up. “the whole world could see where your hair extensions start, your lashes are hanging on by a thread, you desperately need a nail fill, and you could barely walk in those things called heels.. you’re as low as they come.” rafe was already packing his stuff, knowing how this would end if you two didn’t leave right now. surrounding partygoers were now looking at you two, your boyfriend tugging on one of the belt loops of your skirt. “my daddy is chief police, i’d watch out if i were you. i could shut your whole operation down.” at that, rafe cursed under his breath, dragging you away before anything could escalate.

“do it then! and make sure you tell him how you’re an easy coke whore while you’re at it!” rafe picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder while you tried to squirm out of his grip. “put me down!” it wasn’t until he made it to the truck that he placed you in the passenger seat, your hands shoving him away when he tried to talk to you. he groaned, making his way to the driver’s side. “you should’ve defended me.” rafe looked over at you with wide eyes. “i should’ve defended you? against what? the idiot that couldn’t tell left from right?” he laughed.

“it’s not funny.” you crossed your arms over your chest, scooting as close to the door as you could. “are you seriously mad at me right now?” you swatted his hand away when he reached over, making him shake his head. “just wait till we get home.” you rolled your eyes, ignoring him for the rest of the ride. you were quick to get off the truck once he pulled in, slamming the door shut as you ran inside. rafe scoffed, “well that was a little dramatic.” he went up upstairs, groaning in frustration when the door knob to his bedroom didn’t budge. “you can’t lock me out of my own space!” you were naked, about to step into the shower before you shouted, “i just did!”

you took your time under the hot water, washing off all of the irritation and anger from tonight. you knew rafe did everything he could to establish himself as unavailable and uninterested to that girl, he even pushed her for crying out loud. the guilt for being mad at him was starting to seep through, making you open the bedroom door after you got out of the shower. once you changed into a pair of his boxers and a baby tee, you climbed underneath the sheets, waiting to hear his footsteps walk in. eventually he did, sitting at the edge of the bed.

“i’m sorry,” you apologized, “i just get so mad when someone thinks they can just flirt their way into getting your attention.” he turned, rubbing your leg through the comforter. “no one, except you, has my attention, y/n. nothing else matters to me.” he uncovered you, fingers toying with the waistband of your, well his, bottoms. you sighed, pulling him to your chest where you cradled his head. “i promise i won’t be mad at you when it comes to other girls. i trust you.” he kissed you before pulling away, sliding his boxers down your legs.

you let him have his way with you, a gasp leaving your lips when he pulled your thighs on top of his shoulders. “you never have to worry about anyone else, no one even compares.” rafe left wet kisses on your folds, your back arching off the bed when his tongue met your clit. “i’ve never met someone so beautiful, ‘never seen a pussy this pretty.” he spread you apart with his thumbs, marveling at the sight of you. “you’re the only girl i need, ‘the only one for me.” you knew rafe had a mean head game, but one hour later and he was still making you cum until tears rolled down your cheeks. “please! it’s too much, rafe,” you sobbed, your body on fire as your legs trembled.

he finally pulled away, his lips shining with your slick. “i love you.” he rubbed circles into your skin. rafe waited until you were able to meet his eyes, your chest falling and rising with each breath. “i love you, too.” you blinked slowly.

[paladinncleric]

Kitchen Capers.

Pairing(s): Jenna Ortega x fem!reader

Summary: Jenna and R's attempt at 'cooking'

Warning(s): fluff

Words: 1k+

A/N: Not a big fan of this, but kinda enjoyed writing it. Hope you like it!

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"Babe." Jenna poked my cheek as I concentrated on beating my highest score on Flappy Bird.

"What?" I said giving her a quarter of my attention.

"Babe." She poked my cheek again.

"Whaaat?"

"Babeeeee" She said as she repeatedly poked my cheek.

I groaned as I stared at the 'Game Over' on my screen just a few points away from my top score. I looked at her sitting beside me on the couch giving me her best innocent smile as I glared at her.

"Now what exactly do you need me for, Your Highness?"

She climbed up on my lap, straddling me, as she squished my cheeks together causing me to look like a duck, she repeatedly pecked my squished-up lips as I sat there with my arms crossed, which I eventually melted into cause who could resist her kisses? Certainly not me.

"Stop being cute and tell me what you want." I said as I caressed both her thighs exposed from her shorts while she caressed my neck, still in my lap.

"I was thinking we could make pasta to take to my mom's tonight."

"Okay...that sounds easy enough?"

"It's not."

"It's not?"

"I was thinking of making it from scratch..." Said Jenna trailing off absentmindedly playing with my shirt.

"Oh like not the store-bought kind?" I asked and she nodded.

"Well...can you?"

See, after recently moving in together we realized neither of us are all that big into cooking, with me lacking the skill and Jenna's career keeping her away most of the time. So, I've taken up some cooking classes to at least be able to feed both of us. But it's only been like a week so my skills are nowhere near good enough, I don't wanna accidentally poison someone. That's why we've been striving off of takeouts and dinners in her parent's place every once in a while.

Which is also why we've been invited to her family's house tonight for dinner, and Jenna being Jenna was determined to show them that she's capable of living alone without their help.

"Of course I can, I've watched my mom make it a hundred times." She said as she looked at me with furrowed eyebrows.

I chuckled and said to her, "Babe I'm sure you're aware that there's a difference between watching someone make it and making it yourself."

She stared at me annoyed, "Obviously, but how hard can it be right? I'm pretty sure I know all the stuff that goes in there."

"Are you actually sure? Cause we can call your mom an-"

"No! I want to do it all by myself and without her help for once."

I sighed at her stubbornness and said with my eyes narrowed "If I die tonight because of your food, I'm haunting you for the rest of your life."

"Wouldn't want it any other way, baby." She said with a chuckle and a quick kiss to my cheek and got up from my lap already on her way to the kitchen.

I sighed as I fall back on the couch and I pulled out my phone again to try and beat my score for the 5th time, but as soon as I got comfortable Jenna's voice boomed through the house.

"GET YOUR ASS IN THE KITCHEN Y/L/N, I WON'T SAY IT TWICE."

I groaned as I got up and made my way to the kitchen with slumped shoulders and mumbled a quiet "Yes mom."

Jenna immediately turned towards me again and asked with a glare "What was that?" Making it clear she heard me.

"Nothing." I said avoiding eye contact with her.

"That's what I thought. Now, get to work." She said then went back to taking out all the ingredients, which I followed to do after dramatically groaning.

**********

"Uh babe are you sure we added the right things?" I said as I looked at her trying to massage the watery dough.

"I mean, yeah, I'm pretty sure." She said with furrowed eyebrows and flour covering almost every inch of her face. I chuckled as I took a towel and turned her face towards me as I gently cleaned her face. After I was done, I gave her a kiss on her nose as she smiled at me softly and I smiled back.

"Thanks." She whispered.

I caressed her cheek with my hands as I replied, "You're welcome, gorgeous." She kissed my chin then went back to her work.

I watched her struggle for 10 more minutes as I say, " Uh we can check google if you want?"

"No! Nope! I said I'm not taking any help tonight. I'll figure it out myself." Jenna's stubborn ass said.

I sighed as I leaned back against the counter knowing it's gonna take a while. I would try and help her normally, but in these situations I'm even worse than her.

I watched her for a while, now with an hour and a half till we need to leave. When finally, she groaned and pushed away from the dough. She turned around almost into tears. I open my arms for her as she stumbles into it, her holding the back my shirt as I rub her back while trying not to instinctually move away from the wet dough smearing on my shirt from her hands.

"I really thought *sniffle* I could do this."

"Hey it's ok babe, don't be sad. I can totally become the perfect housewife/trophy wife for you after I'm done with my course. I mean, c'mon, at that point I'll almost be a professional chef."

"Shut up." She said with a giggle as she backed away from the hug and wiped under her eyes with her dough hands as she froze.

I saw her analyzing everything with wide eyes, to my dough-covered shirt, to her dough covered clothes from vigorous stirring of the dough, to her face now filled with dough to her hair and the kitchen floor covered in flour. Then finally, her eyes landed on the clock above my head which read exactly an hour left to leave.

"Shit!" She exclaimed as she ran for the bathroom.

"Hey! I need to shower too!" I yelled after her.

"Join me!"

I smirked at that and was about to respond, when she said, "Without your unholy thoughts!"

I laughed to myself, as I quickly cleaned the floor and threw the dough away while trying not to touch it. After about 10 minutes I was done, as I stripped my clothes along the way to the bathroom and threw it on the floor of the laundry room.

I finally got in the shower, as I saw Jenna washing her hair butt naked. I smirked and went to slide my hands around her waist, when she abruptly turned around and said with narrowed eyes.

"Don't even think about it."

I threw my hands up in surrender as I exaggeratedly looked her up and down with a teasing smile on my face. She groaned and went back to showering as I joined her under the water.

**********

After showering, I wear some slightly baggy jeans with a button-up and my converse, while Jenna wears something similar too.

We both nod at each other with an approving smile, as we run towards the door with us already being 15 minutes late.

We enter their house with Nat standing and pointing at her watch at the entrance. We both sheepishly smile as I give her a quick hug and Jenna gives her a kiss on the cheek as we both move on to greet the rest of the family.

"So, how's everything going back home? Settling well?" Jenna's dad, Ed asked us after we all finally settled on the table for dinner.

"I'm sure they are, was probably too busy 'unpacking' to get here on time." Aliyah said while quoting 'unpacking' with her fingers.

I coughed as I picked up my glass to drink my water so I didn't have to reply, while Jenna subtly kicked her under the table. I saw Aliyah wince as I struggled to hold my chuckle in.

"Everything's going great Dad." Jenna clarified.

"Except." I said as Jenna's head snapped towards me as she threatened me with her eyes.

"Don't you dare."

"Her attempt at spaghetti ended up failing so bad, it was hard to distinguish the edible part."

Aliyah and her parents burst out laughing, Jenna glared at me and smacked my shoulder with her hand as I stuck my tongue out at her.

"You could have asked for my help mija.”

I saw Jenna’s shoulder slump and she pouted at the table.

“I know but I wanted to prove a point.” She grumbled as she shoved bread in her mouth.

“Yea you proved it very well.” Aliyah said sarcastically.

“I’m still proud of you for trying at least, God help me I don’t wanna step foot in a kitchen anytime soon.” I said exasperatedly.

“You ever plan on cooking?” Asked Aliyah.

“Of course but only when I have the assurance I can cook something decent and won’t burn the house down.”

“Take all the time you need, Y/N. At least in this way I get to see my daughter more often.” Said Ed taunting Jenna.

“Daaaaaad.” Whined Jenna

“What?” Said Ed laughing at his daughter as she sat pouting again.

“Okay that’s enough, let the poor girl eat.” Said Natalie as she shook her head smiling.

**********

I unlocked the door as Jenna stomped in and went straight to our room as I sighed at her child-like antics. How can a person be so poise and yet childish? Fuck if I know. I locked the door behind me as I approached our bedroom slowly dreading what I’d have to face. I get in the room to see her getting ready to wipe her makeup already in her sleeping clothes. I stood there staring at her through the reflection of the mirror. Her eyes caught mine as she raised her eyebrows at me as I squinted my eyes at her.

“Do you have something to say?” She asked.

“Uh no…do you?” I replied as I stared at her confused.

“No…?”

“Oh okay great!” I brightened up significantly as I thought she had forgiven me.

I happily walked to the bathroom. Did all the necessary things, emptied my stomach, changed clothes, brushed. I happily trudged back into my room to see Jenna taking up the whole bed and my pillow nowhere to be seen.

Uh oh.

“So uh dumb question but where’s my pillow?”

“Oh they’re on the couch.”

Well, shit.

“My I ask why…?”

She just stared at me blankly as she faced away from me. I sighed and groaned as I flopped on the bed, half on her and half on the bed.

“I’m sorryyyy, we just always joke about your culinary skills and I thought you wouldn’t mind.”

“I told you I was trying to prove my independency to them, but you saying that proved the opposite.”

“Jen I’m pretty sure they know you’re independent, you literally travel country from country shooting films, most of the time alone.” I said as I looked at her quizzically.

“Well…yea but they were still reluctant with me moving in with you.” She countered back.

I laughed as I pull my head up to look at her and say “That’s because you’re their little girl and of course they’re gonna be sad and kinda worried about you moving out of their home for the first time.”

Jenna groaned as she put a pillow on top of her face and said “I knowww it’s just them being so, I don’t know, over-protective this way makes me feel like they don’t trust me with taking care of myself.”

“At the end of the day, they still let you right? focus on that. I think they let you ‘cause they know I’ll be here.” I said with a smug smile as Jenna rolled her eyes at the bullshit I just spewed.

“Also I think you’re parents think we’re like, some sort of, sex crazed people...oh my god is this why they were reluctant?” I said as I made a ‘mind blown’ face.

“No, of course not why would they think that?” Jenna said as she looked at me confused.

“Well with the way your mom makes sure we have weekly check-ups and your dad’s The, by the way very terrifying, ‘Talk’ he gave me I’m pretty sure they do.”

“Oh my god, shut up you’re being ridiculous.” Jenna said laughing as I smiled finally hearing it.

We laid there for a while, me half on her and half on the bed as she stroked my hair. After a while, she stops and says.

“I’m still mad at you though.”

“Oh please, woman you’re not fooling anyone.” I say as I get up to get my pillow back.

“Ugh you’re lucky you’re cute." She said and I responded with a 'duh' face.

"The lower half of my body is numb because of you asshole.” Jenna said as she wiggles her toes in my face as I stand in the doorway of our bedroom and smack her feet away.

“This is what it feels like being the bigger spoon most of the time, except it's the upper half, so now YOU deal with it.” I say as I quickly stick my tongue out and move out of the way as a pillow comes straight to the door. I stuck my head in again as I look at the pillow and her on the bed with deadpan eyes and say.

“Hahaha you miss-“ a pillow smacks against my face.

“Now go get your pillow and hurry up I’m tired.” Jenna said as she situated herself on the bed again.

“Yes ma’am.”

**********

“Does it actually feel bad to be the bigger spoon?”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“But you just said.”

“I like it as long as you’re my little spoon.”

[slaytheusurper]

⭑ Want to be more than your friend ⭑

Masterlist

Pairing: Coryo x bsf!fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, making out, grinding, oral (fem receiving), handjob

Summary: Your best friend catches you reading your dirty book while he's studying...

Word count: 1.2k

You were sitting on Coryo’s bed watching him closely as he sat at his desk, studying as always. Being quite the adequate student yourself you didn’t fully understand his need for studying every second, of every day. But you decided to just leave him alone, knowing that if you bothered him he would just rant about him having to become president one day and not having time to enjoy himself. So you indulged yourself back in your book, it was one of your favorites and it was quite a ‘spicy one’ so to say. Did you feel a bit guilty about reading it in the same room as your best friend? A little. But it was just getting good again and you couldn’t stop.

You turned the page and started reading, not noticing a certain someone had quietly gotten up. You smiled to yourself as you read the smutty scene in your lap before Coryo snatched it out of your hands. “Coryo! No please! Give it back!” You yelled at him, now off the bed and chasing him across the empty apartment. He tried to read the sentences but it was hard trying to run from you and read. "Why? You always tell me to have fun, so here we are.” He said, now stopping in his tracks and holding the book high above your head. Seeing as he was much taller than you this was only a little effort.

“Coryo, please just give it back, please?” You pleaded, hoping he wouldn’t read it, especially not in front of you. “Why do you not want me to read it? It’s just a book.” He laughed, clearly he didn’t understand what kind of book it was, and you thought it was for the better. But then he started running back to his room and closing the door behind him, seeing there was no lock, he held the door tightly shut. You ran after him and tried to open the door but he was much stronger than you. “Coryo please just give it back, it’s not funny!” You yelled at the closed door, praying to anything he wouldn’t read a smut scene in the book.

Obviously he got curious and started skimming the pages still with a smile on his face, but after a couple of sentences and words as ‘member’, ‘bundle of nerves’, ‘heat’ and ‘moaned’ his smile faded only to return when he realized what sort of book you were reading in front of your best friend. He opened the door and watched the terrified look on your face, still smiling. “Noooow I get why you didn’t want me to read it.” He said, closing the book and handing it to you before he walked over to his desk and leaned on it, crossing his arms. You threw the book on the ground. “I- I- didn’t- uhm, I’m sorry.” You mumbled looking down at your feet. “Why are you sorry?” Coryo said with a slight grin on his face. “I don’t know, for reading such a vulgar book in front of you? I shouldn’t have. God this is embarrassing.” You ranted while walking over to his bed and sitting down. “Don’t be, I just didn’t know you were into such books. You’re just always so...innocent.” He said, stepping a bit closer and sitting next to you on the bed.

“I guess.” You mumbled, still looking down, you couldn’t bear looking into his eyes. “Have you ever done something like they did in the book?” He asked softly. “Oh- uhm- no no not really, I don’t know what it would feel like but it’s just...fun to read, I guess?” You said a bit of an awkward smile on your face. Coryo leaned in getting close to you. “Would you like to?” He asked, his voice slightly raspy. “But- best friends don’t do that.” You said as you looked in his beautiful blue eyes, he seemed very serious about his offer. “Some do, and I would like to make you feel like how they do in the book.” He said, his voice was so sweet but low at the same time. He moved his hand on your thigh, looking deeply into your eyes.

“I would like that.” You said in almost a whisper. As if a switch flipped he pressed his lips against you hard. He grabbed your face and pulled you closer to him. You almost let out a whimper of his harshness, not expecting him to be this desperate to touch you. But you kissed him back passionately, his tongue softly going over your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You let his tongue slip in your mouth and his hand went to grab you waist to pull you on his lap. As you were seated on his lap he grabbed your ass and gripped you against him tightly. Now starting to move you against his hardening groin. He groaned in your mouth at the feeling and moved you off of him and onto the bed.

“Let me make you feel good princess.” He murmured against your lips, his hands moving over your thighs as you laid down. “Yes- please.” You whimpered. His hands now moved to pull of your dress while you lifted yourself so he could fully pull it off, leaving you in your bra and panties. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Coryo said as he took in your body. “Thank you.” You smiled shyly. He moved on top of you and kissed your neck, his hands now kneading your breasts. After a couple of seconds he slipped the bra straps of your shoulders, unclipping the back as well and removing your bra fully. Next he moved on to your panties, which were already soaked from his touch anyway, and threw them both next to his bed. “So wet for me huh?” He smiled, clearly pleased with the effect he had on you.

He moved his fingers to your wet slit and started to circle the bundle of nerves, you moaned his name at the feeling. It felt so good, but not enough. As if he read your mind he moved his mouth to your clit and his finger softly entered inside your tight walls, slipping in easily since you were so wet. “Mmh.” Coryo moaned at the taste of your soft cunt. He had been waiting for so long to grab his chance at tasting you, at feeling you. And finally he could. “Shit- Coryo, it feels so fucking good!” You moaned and gripped his blonde locks as he continued lapping at your pussy, his finger still moving inside you to stimulate you even more. You were getting messier each moment that passed and that sweet high came near. You sucked in a breath and moaned loudly when you finally came, gripping Coryo’s hair harder which made him groan after licking up your release.

As he came up to your face he smiled and kissed you. “How’d that feel baby.” Coryo asked. “I’ve never felt such pleasure in my life.” You smiled, still trying to catch your breath. “I wanna make you feel that good.” You whispered, kind of embarrassed for asking. “I’ll teach you, but for now I just wanted you to feel good.” He smiled, laying next to you. Maybe you should read dirty books around him more often…

[janeyseymour]

Intervention- pt 2

an anon asked for a part 2 where Barb might be hurt that she doesn't know about you.

WC: ~2.9k

“You have a girlfriend?” Jacob is the first to gasp out. “Mel Mel, I didn’t know that I wasn’t the only queer one in the school!”

Your girlfriend rolls her eyes. “Yes, I do have a girlfriend, and you ain’t nothin’ special kid. I just don’t make it as known as you do.”

“I’m Y/N,” you smile at the group. You then address them all by name. They look impressed. And then you get to Barbara Howard- of course you know that she’s your girlfriend’s work-wife. “And Barbara, I’ve heard the most about you. It’s truly a pleasure getting to finally meet you.”

“I wish I could say the same,” she glances at you as she shakes your offered hand. “Melissa has kept you her dirty little secret for how long?”

“Barb,” the redhead warns lowly. “She ain’t my dirty little secret- just a topic that hadn’t really come up in conversation.”

“Well, I would say that-”

“Why don’t you guys come on in,” you tell the group softly, trying to get the two squabbling women to quit. There does not need to be any point of contention while your girlfriend’s friends are here, and it certainly does not need to be over you. All you want to do is make a good impression.

They all enter the house that they thought they knew and had seen prior to the breakup with Gary. But now, it’s different. It’s… definitely still Melissa- but the plastic on the couches are gone, it’s a bit brighter, and there’s a sense of someone living in the space. It’s nice. You don’t miss the way that Barbara only continues to study you as you lead everyone in, offering drinks or food in the kitchen.

“Melissa wouldn’t let me in the kitchen for this, so please… know that you won’t get food poisoning from today,” you joke as you hold the redhead’s hand. “There are other beverages outside in a cooler if you would rather a beer or something like that. Please… help yourselves.”

You head outside yourself to go grab yourself and your girlfriend a Yuengling. “Does anybody want a beer?”

Mr. Johnson is the only one that agrees, the others deciding that a water or a soda is okay for now. So, you head out to grab three beers.

Meanwhile, the rest of the crew is staring down the mob-like woman that they thought they all knew.

“What?”

“Damn, Schemmenti,” Ava raises a hand for a high five. “She’s hot!”

Melissa just rolls her eyes, but she does give her boss a high five, along with Mr. Johnson.

“Well, tell us about her!” Jacob and Janine both look at the redhead urgently. “How long have you been together, what’s the deal with her?!”

Barbara just looks at the woman she thought trusted her enough to tell her about a relationship like this with crossed arms.

“She is here, so you can just ask her yourself you know,” Melissa chuckles as she sees you come back inside. You go for the bottle opener on the fridge, expertly popping the tops off of the beers before distributing them out. 

“Ask me what?” you ask as you snake an arm around Melissa’s waist and pull her closer gently.

“About you!” Janine states with fire. “We didn’t even know you existed!”

“Well,” you chuckle. “I’m Y/N, I’m an accountant down at one of the firms in Center City, Mel and I met at a Bally’s in Atlantic City, and we’ve been dating for about… a year and a half?”

“You kept this from us for a year and a half?” Gregory cuts in.

Your girlfriend just shrugs. “Youse never asked if I was dating anyone- just assumed I was single and mopey.”

You see the way that Barbara glares down her friend, and you try to cut the tension by inviting everybody to come sit outside in the small backyard that you have. They of course follow. 

You and Melissa allow everybody to find a seat before you go to sit, but of course, there is only one chair. She takes it while you perch on the side of it. With an eye roll, she pulls you into her lap.

“We’re dating, hun,” she tells you. “You’re allowed to act like you love me.”

“I do,” you laugh. “Was just trying to be respectful and not make anyone uncomfortable.”

“Greg and Janine were grinding up on each other at the club,” Ava laughs with a wave of her hand. “And that was before they were dating. Y’all are together, and have been for some time.”

The two mentioned blush as they look at each other… they were hoping their boss would’ve forgotten that by now.

It’s a bit of time as they chat and catch up, Melissa filling you in on the missing pieces as she sips from her beer, before conversation comes to a quiet lull. Barbara only continues to stare down the two of you, and it’s quite clear she isn’t happy.

Barbara Howard not approving of this relationship is something that could make or break what you have going on with who you genuinely think might be the love of your life. Barbara Howard was the one person that you were really hoping to impress, and she’s making it quite clear that she does not care for you. Barbara Howard hasn’t spoken a word to you or Melissa since the first few minutes that she’s been at the house. And it is making you beyond uncomfortable. 

“Well, I think I might start firing up the grill,” you sigh softly as you stand from your place in Melissa’s lap. “We have stuff for burgers and dogs, so… if everyone wants to let me know what they want, I can get that started?”

You have everyone’s orders being shouted at you faster than you can type the orders down in your notes. All of the orders have been taken except for… except for Barbara’s.

“Barbara?” you ask softly, eyes full of warmth. You’re really trying to get her on your good side.

“I’m fine,” she says astutely.

“Make a couple extra of each,” the redhead tells you. “I’ll grab a couple plates for you to put ‘em on as they’re finishing up.”

Of course, Mr. Johnson, Jacob, and Gregory both follow you over to the grill and make conversation with you as you cook, leaving the rest of the Abbott crew with your girlfriend.

While Jacob is questioning what feels like every aspect of your life at the grill, you can hear Barbara and Melissa getting into it.

“Are you seriously mad?” you can hear your girlfriend ask her work wife, clearly annoyed. 

“I don’t know why you wouldn’t trust me enough to tell me who’s courting you,” Barbara states, hurt evident in her voice.

“Nobody’s courtin’ me, Barb. This ain’t Bridgerton,” the second grade teacher retorts with a sarcastic laugh. 

“I just don’t understand why you wouldn’t tell me,” your girlfriend’s work wife tells her. “We’ve been friends for over fifteen years, and you’ve told me about other relationships- like Gary.”

“Because you approved of Gary,” Melissa tells Barbara.

“And what would make you think I wouldn’t approve of Y/N?”

“Well,” your girlfriend drawls out. “She’s a woman, you’re a woman of God, she’s a hell of a lot younger than we are, and it started out at a casino and sharing a cigarette. Forgive me if I thought that Barbara Howard, woman of God, might not like the backstory I would’ve given you.”

Barbara goes to spit something else out, but Janine cuts in rather quickly. For once, her and Ava are on the same team and are able to divert the conversation elsewhere. 

You awkwardly make your way over to the group, juggling plates in hand. “Dinner is served,” you smile as you set them on the table. “Did anyone want a beer or a seltzer or anything like that?”

There are a few that chime in, ready for a drink. You oblige their requests with a smile. Dinner is nice, if a bit stilted as people try to find common ground to chat with you about. It all ends up leading back to Abbott, and you can’t find yourself complaining. It’s quite funny to hear the hi jinx that happen in an elementary school and all of the background things that happen out of sight of the kids. And then the topic shifts to the relationship that everybody has with Melissa. You find that Melissa is like a mother to Jacob, an aunt to Janine and in turn Gregory, close friends with Ava despite appearances at school, Mr. Johnson and her have some sort of ally between the two of them, and of course you already knew her and Barbara were like work wives.

Barbara just huffs at that sentiment before sighing. “I suppose I should be heading out.”

“But Barb!” Janine protests. “We haven’t even started setting off fireworks!”

“I got the good ones too,” the custodian cuts in. 

But the woman dead set on heading home holds up a hand to halt their protests against her leaving. “It is time that I leave.”

She says goodbye to everybody before turning to you and your girlfriend. “Thank you for inviting me over,” is all she says. And then she’s seeing herself out.

The rest of the fourth of July gathering is quite nice, and you find yourself quite glad that you were able to meet the people that Melissa constantly talks about during the school year.

Before you know it, the school year is right around the corner. Despite having been in the same classroom for the last several years, Melissa asks if you’ll accompany her down to the classroom to prepare for her incoming students. You wholeheartedly agree, knowing that a good deed on your part will end up in well… a good deed.

As the two of you are lugging in a few boxes of new supplies, Barbara pulls up. There is no hello, no ‘how are you’. Just a simple glance before she turns her nose up at the two of you and begins to unload her own car.

“Barb,” your girlfriend calls in the direction of the kindergarten teacher. There is no dignified response. “Jesus Christ.”

“Give her a few minutes,” you tell the redhead softly as you pull yet another box of supplies out of your car. “She’s probably just in a rush to get all of her things in here before she exchanges pleasantries.”

“No,” the second grade teacher huffs. “She’s still all pissy that I didn’t tell her about you. Hasn’t reached out since the cookout.”

You know that to be quite odd. When the two are on good terms, they speak quite frequently- last year over Summer break they had spoken almost everyday. 

You just nod before jogging over to Barbara’s car and politely asking you if she needed any assistance. She told you no. So you jogged back to your own car before picking up the same box that you had earlier and carrying it into the school.

The two of you make another trip, as does Barbara. Still, there are no words spoken between the two, and you can clearly see that it’s upsetting your girlfriend.

In the confines of her classroom, you close the door and perch yourself on Melissa’s desk. “Babe?”

“What?” she asks as she continues to staple the border around her bulletin board.

“You need to take a breath and maybe consider things from Barbara’s side,” you say quietly.

“So you’re on her side?” Green eyes whip around and land on you.

You slowly climb off of her desk and go to pull her in gently by the waist. You give her a sweet peck on the lips before whispering, “I just don’t like seeing the tension between you and your best friend.”

“I’m not even mad at her,” Melissa shrugs. “She’s mad at me.”

“I understand that,” you promise your girlfriend quietly. “But… imagine how you would feel if she started dating someone seriously, and you didn’t find out until they had been living together and dating for a year and a half.”

“I wouldn’t have to imagine that, because she’s been married to Gerald for thirty years, and the two of them are more in love than-”

“Mel,” you sigh quietly. “Just… put yourself in her shoes. Please.”

“I would… I would be pissed,” the teacher admits. “But I know that she wouldn’t like how our relationship started, and I know she was pissed when I ended things with Gary, and-”

“She stood by you through your divorce, she stood by you through your breakup with Gary; you’ve seen her through almost everything her and Gerald have been through. I can see why she’s hurt right now, hun.”

“I don’t,” your girlfriend huffs. “She knows I’m a more private person.”

“But you aren’t with her,” you reason. “Around her, you’re you. She knows every piece of you, even pieces I don’t know yet. I don’t think she’s mad at you- I think she’s hurt. This is just how she’s showing her hurt right now.”

“So what do you suppose I should do about it?” Melissa purses her lips. You can’t resist stealing a quick kiss.

“I think you should talk to her,” you advise. “I think you should apologize for not telling her once things got more serious between the two of us, and then I think you should invite her out for a dinner with just the two of you so you can chat and tell her more about us before suggesting a dinner with all three of us.”

“When did you get to be so wise?” your girlfriend asks you as she pulls you just the slightest bit closer to her.

“I’ve had some practice,” you chuckle softly. Then you pat her butt gently. “Go. Talk to her.”

Melissa bites her lip nervously before nodding. She heads out the door. You follow a few seconds later.

“I’m just going to stand outside the door out of sight in case the two of you need any mediation,” you tell her when she turns around and looks at you curiously.

She nods before continuing her journey down to the kindergarten wing. She knocks on the door in a rhythm that you know is only saved for her work wife.

“Melissa,” Barbara says, but there’s a bit of bite in her tone.

“Barb,” your girlfriend says quietly. “Can we… can we talk?”

“About?”

“I came down to apologize to you,” the redhead says softly as she steps into the room a bit further.

“For?” You can practically see the woman folding her arms across her chest and looking at Melissa as though she’s a student.

“For not tellin’ you about Y/N,” Melissa breathes. “For keeping her a secret from you, and then not being considerate of the feelings that you have. I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just… nervous? I know that you’re a woman of faith with morals higher than I ever thought possible, and if it were to go up in flames with her, I didn’t want you to have to be there to pick up the pieces like you’ve done so many times before.”

“Melissa, if you thought I wouldn’t approve of the relationship you have with Y/N because she is also a woman, I would like to remind you that I adore Jacob like the son I never had,” the kindergarten teacher says evenly. “And we are best friends- I want to be there for you at the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. I do not care that you are dating a woman; I just want you to be happy. I wish you would have let me know earlier than you did. I thought we were closer than that.”

“We are,” your girlfriend says. “I messed up, Barb. An’ I’m sorry.”

“Well, thank you,” Barbara says quietly.

Melissa shifts where she stands. “How can I make it up to you? Dinner maybe? Just the two of us?”

You can hear the shift in tone between the two of them. Something changes. “I’d quite like that. I’ve missed you these past two months.”

You know it’s taking everything in Melissa to not make a comment about how she had reached out over the summer, but Barbara had not reciprocated. “I’ve missed you too,” you hear her say.

“And I better get to hear all about Y/N,” the kindergarten teacher chuckles. “She seems like a sweet girl, and she knows her way around a grill.”

“She’s… she’s really great, Barb,” you hear your girlfriend’s voice go soft- something she really only does when she’s talking about you. “She’s something special.”

“Well, I look forward to getting to know her,” Barbara chuckles. “And ooh, girl, do I have some things to tell you about what my girls got up to over the summer.”

“Over dinner? I’d be delighted, but right now Y/N is here helping me clean up my room for the upcoming year, and I’m sure she’d be more than happy to come help you too.”

And just like that, you know that everything just may be okay. Barbara and Melissa have made up, the kindergarten teacher herself said that you seem like a sweet girl, and now your girlfriend won’t be as much of a grump coming home from a hard day’s work today.

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2 Sweet 4 Me | Part One

Dieter Bravo x AFAB Reader Words: 3k Minors DNI

Part Two | Part Three | Epilogue

Dieter knows he fucked up, knows he lost you, knows it hurt and that he deserved it. But if its the way things had to be, the way they were always going to be, predestined as he is, apparently born under a vengeful and unforgiving star, then why does it still fucking sting so much?

This is a love story.

Warnings: Drug use, oral sex, M/M, M/F, tiny hint of a miscarriage. Cover image doesn't represent reader. Dieter being angsty and defeated, Dieter beating himself up, Dieter self-effacing and self-sabotaging. Just Dieter.

Dieter had really tried to be good. The problem wasn’t that he got bored easily, or that sometimes it felt like his bones were kind of itchy in an unsettling way. It wasn’t that everyone he knew wanted something from him, wasn’t that they usually got it. It wasn’t that he missed the chemical burn up his nostrils, the glug of the pills caught on the back of his throat. It was all of the above, and a bunch of other stuff his fifth therapist hadn’t yet figured out how to excavate.

He slumped his head back on the couch, his trailer too cramped for someone who won an Oscar, but absolutely the right size for someone successfully snorting it all away. He was in the back row, a long line of trailers all the way down to the highway, such that he had to put on his music to drown out the cars going past, and it was fucking impossible to concentrate on his craft when all he could hear was honking and the drone of the 9-5, of the people coming and going completely unaware that life was supposed to be about creativity and fun and getting your cock sucked by the best boy between scenes.

He had to be careful not to be too loud. Had to hold his cigarette tight between his fingers in case he dropped ash on the head bobbing up and down in his lap. He sighed.

‘I’m not sure this is working for me,’ he said, after a while, his mouth strangely dry, his tongue sticking to the roof his mouth. If you’d been here, you would have told him to drink some water. He tried to swallow down his feelings dry.

The best boy hummed, switching from forcing Dieter’s length down his throat to pumping with his fist while he tongued at Dieter’s balls. That was a slight improvement, Dieter considered. But not enough.

Gently, he took the best boy by the collar, heard the slick of his skin as it eased from the younger man’s mouth. ‘Thanks, though,’ he said, half-hearted.

‘What about if I…?’ the best boy asked, taking two of his fingers and swooshing them upwards into the air.

‘No, no,’ Dieter waved him away. ‘I just need to relax, I think.’

‘I have some edibles in my car, I could go and get them,’ the best boy offered, springing up on youthful knees and sitting, too close, to Dieter on the couch. ‘We could do them together,’ he went on.

Oh, fuck. Dieter could see the look in his eye, had seen it a thousand times. A look like he thought if he swallowed enough of Dieter’s come it’d land him a production assistant gig, a job on a daytime talk show, one of those ones that’s been going for 20 years.

‘Sorry, man,’ he said, standing and tucking himself back into his shorts. The best boy stood with him, hurt crossing his face before a professional veneer slotted over the top. For a moment Dieter stared at him, scared he was going to say something, and not sure what he would say that scared him the most; the offer of more drugs, of more sex, or just to tell him he was due back on set. ‘I gotta pee,’ Dieter said, eventually, scurrying away to the bathroom in the hope that by the time he emerged the younger man would be gone.

He avoided his reflection in the mirror, knew that if he looked, he wouldn’t recognise himself anyway. He could feel the stage makeup settling into his pores, could feel the mascara clumping in the corners of his eyes. Sometimes, when he was drunk enough but not high, when he was jet lagged but not too fuzzy, when he was feeling vulnerable but not unsafe, sometimes then he would look. Study the deepening lines across his forehead, the crow’s feet crinkling his skin all the way to his temples. He’d pull his hairline back, check for any movement, stare into the dark of his eyes and see if the rot was leaking out. He’d wonder why you chose him, husk of a thing that he is, how you stayed for so fucking long.

--

All of it was just sleight of hand. He’d go out there onto the soundstage, hit his mark and say the words someone else had written, pretend he was somewhere, someone, better. He’d got so good at pretending, at covering up, and making himself disappear that he’d forgotten now how to do the magic trick. It just happened. He won awards for it, the slippage.

On the way back to his rented apartment, because he can’t even commit to a real estate agent let alone to a partner, his driver wound down the window to try and clear the smoke drifting over from where Dieter sat in the back.

‘Sorry, Rudy,’ Dieter muttered, using the butt of one cigarette to light the end of the next. It occurred to him that all he ever did now was apologise. Fuck up. Apologise. Repeat.

That’s what you’d said to him, too, when you’d stood in his kitchen next to your overnight bag filled to the brim and reminded him that ‘sorry is not change’. You were right and you were smart and you were too fucking good for him, had always been. He hadn’t blamed you for leaving. Would have left himself too, if he could.

He wondered what you’re doing, even though it hurt. It’s nearly 11 PM on a Thursday night, so he knows you’re probably taking off your makeup, getting into your sweats to go to bed. He wondered if you’re alone, if that guy from your office, fucking Jonathan, was there with you. For a second, he let himself imagine you’re waiting for him at home, the bedside light still on and a book lying discarded next to you on the blankets as you snooze. He approaches, quiet over the carpet, pulls his shirt off, pushes his pants down over his hips. You smile, but don’t so much wake, as he slides in behind you, feels the warmth of your soft skin on his. ‘Hey baby,’ you say, quiet and half-asleep, and he buries his face in your hair. In the morning he’ll have his filthy way with you but right now he just wants you close, in his arms and under his blankets, inside his four walls. Wants you tucked up safe against him, wants to feel your love.

He looked down at his hands, could still feel the warmth of your skin on them, as if for a moment he wasn’t imagining but conjuring. He believed for a moment that it was possible. Wondered if the yellow stains on his fingertips were from the nicotine or just the orange glow of the streetlights.

His house was quiet when he gets in, because of course it was. He wondered if he should call his weed guy, call his E guy. If he just wanted a whiskey, maybe a little Valium first, maybe just a lobotomy. The silence was making him antsy again, sling-shotting from maudlin to jittery as the silence crept into his bones. He could paint but he couldn’t be fucked. He has a 6 AM call time in the morning. Rudy will be knocking on his door at 5.

He realised he’s too amped up to sleep, but that he needed to if he was going to be in any sort of functional state tomorrow. He really didn’t want to fuck up this job, this little indie shooting on the streets of LA on actual film like it’s the fucking 90s. This was maybe his step back into legitimacy, maybe a chance to show he’s still worth a shot. You were so proud of him when he got it, all those months ago, when even his agent seemed a little misty-eyed at the offer. This was important.

Just Ambien, then.

In his bed, Dieter waited for sleep to take him. He still had the picture of you and him on his nightstand, the one where you’re looking up at him as he holds you by the middle, your smile bright and shining as he stares, warmly, into your eyes. You’d been at some party, and even though he couldn’t remember where exactly you both were, Dieter remembered that moment, the snap taken by a friend who had no idea of its significance. It was the moment he knew he loved you, and felt it without fear. It hurt now, hurt a little then, and he left it there for every time he turns his lamp off. Lets it remind him that there was a golden period of some months where you existed in his life and he was yet to fuck it up.

--

Sometime around 2 AM he’s woken by his phone, his body moving before his brain registered what was going on. He doesn’t remember setting an alarm, barely remembered falling asleep. He tried to shift some of the fog to the side so he could think.

‘-lo?’ he muttered, his throat dry.

‘Dee?’ you asked, and he could hear in your voice that you were flustered, worried. He sat bolt upright in the bed, pushed over the picture of you as he reached for the lamp.

‘Baby?’ he asked, as he felt his pulse race and the room swim in front of his eyes.

‘Are you OK?’ you asked, and he could hear how tight your voice was.

‘Mm’sleepin’ he said, surprised by how hard it was to get his mouth to work properly. ‘You OK?’

‘You texted me,’ you said, and he felt his stomach drop. Oh, fuck. Oh fuckedy fuck fuck.

‘I did?’ he asked, as he searched his brain for some scrap of memory. All he could now remember was why he never fucking takes Ambien anymore.

‘Yeah, you said you needed me.’

He slammed his hand to his forehead, hoped for a second that he was actually just straight up hallucinating.

You were still talking, and he tried hard to focus on what you were telling him. ‘You said you’d made a mistake, that I was…’ you paused, and he realised you’d pulled the phone away from your face to read his own messages back to him. ‘Too sweet for you, that you broke us, that you are not so much a bull in a China shop as Mengele hanging out in an orphanage.’ He cringed, no matter how poetic it was. And accurate.

‘Then I think you tried to send me a picture-’

‘Oh God, please tell me not of my-’

‘It’s too dark to see, I think its your ceiling. And you’re saying something about falling stars, and comets.’

Despite his mortification, he could hear a tiny bit of mirth creeping into your voice, and he felt it tinkle warm and delicate at the base of his spine. If he waited long enough, sent you enough fucked up texts, maybe he’d even get to hear your laugh.

‘Fuck, I’m so sorry,’ he started, but stopped when you shushed him.

‘Just tell me what you’ve taken so I know if I should call 911.’

‘Just Ambien, I promise, baby,’ he said, and he hated the little surge of something proud and excited that you cared enough to maybe call help for him. Hated that he had been the one to exploit that in you, for the entirety of your relationship, wondered if he’d started to dangle himself off the cliff just to see if you’d still come and save him. Fuck, there was so much to be sorry for. He’d lost track a long time ago.

‘Dee,’ you said, and then you trailed off, and he could hear that you were about to kindly, gently, admonish him.

‘Didn’t even know I was doing it,’ he explained, and he listened to your sad little sigh. He shut his eyes against it, pinched the bridge of his nose. ‘Not that I didn’t want to…I mean, not that I wouldn’t have if I…not just because of the meds, I guess, I mean.’

In the silence, Dieter checked his phone to see the damage for himself. There were a couple of messages that had failed to send, gibberish mostly, and he deleted them before his phone attempted to deliver on his garbled words. There was, indeed, a picture of his ceiling. He wondered if his medicated mind had wanted to show you what it would look like if you were with him.

He read, quickly.

Down in mmy sheeps with me.

Brokei t. Us.

2 sweet 4 me

not so much a bull in a China shop as Mengele hanging out in an orphanage

He swallowed, assumed he must have got Siri to dictate that last one.

‘What did you mean?’ you asked him, and he heard the sheets rustle round you as you settled yourself back down in bed. He felt his heartrate pick up, had assumed you would hang up on him having been satisfied he was still alive. It had been so long since you’d talked properly. Since after you left, but also a little bit since before.

‘Well, he did a lot of experiments on kids, twins mostly,’ Dieter began, and you stopped him.

‘No, Jesus, no. Fuck, Dee.’ You collected yourself. ‘That I’m too sweet for you. You really think that?’

He thought about you staying up all hours of the night to chat to him on Facetime when he was on location, sleepless and anxious over some tiny bit part, in another country. Thought about you pulling the router out of the wall and putting his phone in the safe when the first reviews for Cliff Beasts 7 were looking shaky. When you cried, quiet in the bathroom when you thought he couldn’t hear, over the comments left on his Instagram the first time you were papped together.

‘My life,’ he started, rolling out a sentence both his manager and agent had said to him in the aftermath of the breakup, ‘is not a good fit for civilians.’

He heard you take in a sharp breath.

‘That’s not it though, is it?’ you asked him, and his eyes were getting heavy, the Ambien still in his bloodstream, the day, week, month, weighing heavy on his shoulders. ‘You put me on a pedestal, Dee. I was never too anything for you. I just don’t think you could bare it when I was real.’ 

He thought about that time he’d screamed at you, upended your suitcase onto the floor, while you were packing for a work trip, the hypocrisy of it not lost on him even then. That time when he’d dragged you out to an industry party, his nerves jangling, not able to remember the last time he’d done it sober, only to lose you in the crowd within fifteen minutes of arriving, everyone wanting to talk to him, to rub up on him, his hand slipping from yours in the throng of it, his mind tuning in to the attention of strangers, ignoring or rejecting or minimising that he had all the love he could want in you.

That time when you’d been sick, bleeding on the floor of the bathroom, calling him to come take you to the hospital, and he’d sent his assistant because he was about to shoot a big scene.

He shut his eyes, the shame of it licking at his cheeks. You didn’t come home after that. You returned to his place, stayed in his bed for a few weeks, ate the food in his fridge and haunted his living room, but you didn’t ever actually come home.

‘I miss you,’ he said, because it was all he could say, and because it was true.

‘Dee, don’t,’ you whispered, and he closed his eyes to revel in the sound of it, to ignore what you were saying to him and to just imagine for a second you were saying it with your body pressed to his.

‘Nothing feels real without you,’ he said, and he meant it, meant how he spent all day in clothes that weren’t his, saying words that he didn’t mean, to people he barely knew. That each morning they had to spackle over the hate and the want and the wash out, try to build him back up into a human being. He was so fucking cold without you, in the middle of an LA heatwave.

‘I wonder if you’ll remember this in the morning,’ you said, and it stung him. He felt the hot prickle of tears at the back of his eyes, felt the strain in his jaw as his mouth turned down.

‘I want to remember it all,’ he said, and he heard you huff out a quiet little laugh, not at all what he had been hoping for. ‘Do you miss me?’ he asked, dropping his hand to his chest to try and still his racing, terrified heart.

‘Go to sleep, Dee,’ you said, before the line went dead. He pulled his phone back to check that you were gone.

It was 2:30 in the morning. Rudy would be there within hours. 

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[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

No Nut November - Lars

Warnings: Smut, jealousy, dom!reader, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Intro

Lars knew exactly what you'd done with Kirk. Well, maybe not exactly, but he knew Kirk was out. He saw you under the blankets and pillows, that look on Kirk's face.

Lars was keeping an eye on the two of you the rest of the next day, how you kept smirking at him and the brunet would blush and look away, how Kirk always tried to keep a distance and you'd ignore him just to watch him get all flustered.

Lars wanted it.

He wanted to be the one you got close to, the one you smirked at, the one you made blush. He wanted to be the one on the receiving end of your attention.

Lars wanted it. He wanted you.

It was late and you were changing in your room when Lars barged in without knocking. "I know you slept with Kirk!" He stated angrily, face quickly turning a bright shade of red as he realized you didn't have a shirt or pants on, only panties as you'd just taken off your bra to go to bed.

You were a bit flustered yourself, not having expected someone to come in on you at all, never mind while you were changing. You took a second to think about where you stood and where Lars was, deciding to see where you could bring this.

"Oh, you know?" You asked, turning to him, top exposed, and making your way over to him slowly. "You know I got on my knees in front of him and sucked him off? You know we switched places after you went back to bed?" You were stood less than a foot away from him now.

Lars swallowed hard. "I- you just want to fuck all of us, don't you?" He accused, trying to be more dominant when all you wanted was to have him begging under you. "Groupie whore..." He muttered.

You rolled your eyes at him and crossed your arms over your chest. "You really think that of me?" He gave a firm nod, unable to tear his gaze away from your chest. He couldn't help it, your tits were just so close.

You caught his wandering eyes and smiled. You dipped your fingers into the waistband of his shorts and led him to your bed, no protests coming from him as you pushed him back against the headboard.

"I'm gonna ask you again, do you really think I'm just a groupie whore?" You asked, looking down at him with a knowing look. He hesitantly shook his head. "Words, baby girl."

"I'm not a girl." He bit.

"Answer the question." You ordered, rubbing a hand up his bare thigh, going under his shorts and gripping him through his boxers.

He gasped softly and shook his head again. "No, no, I don't, I don't think that." You smiled, happy with his answer.

"Good." You mused and helped him out of his shorts and boxers, trailing a finger up his length with a feather light touch. "Now, you came in on me rather abruptly, wouldn't you say?" He nodded, watching your hands every move on him. "So, I think I'll be rather quick, you don't seem like you'll last long anyway."

Lars went to deny it but was cut off by a moan.

You moved to straddle his lap, pushing your panties to the side and sinking down onto him. Lars stared up at you, eyes wide and mouth agape, breath stuck in his throat with his words.

You brought your hands up to cup his face, leaning closer to him. "You feel so fucking good." You mused, hot breath fanning over his face. "Just sit pretty for me, will ya?" He nodded and closed the gap, kissing you with such need.

He refused to let you pull away, arms wrapped around and holding you close as you started grinding against him, hips pulling back and snapping against his, his moans and whines funneled into your mouth.

"Mh~! Fuck, m'so close-!" He moaned, words muffled against your lips. "Gonna cum inside, gonna cum in-!" His words were caught in his throat again as hot cum hit your gummy walls.

"I knew you were pathetic but this was a lot." You let him ride out his high, waiting until he'd calmed down a bit before lifting yourself off of him. "Or, I guess it was a little, huh?" You teased, moving to sit on the edge of your bed.

He stared at you, chest rising and falling as his breathing tried to fix itself. "What-what are you doing?" He asked out of breath.

"Come sit." You said, patting a spot between your legs. "Taste yourself and try to actually get me off." Angry and horny, he couldn't say no to you.

[lemon-russ]

No Ambassador today, just getting a talking to from Guillidad.

Part 16/ ???

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Cato Sicarius x F!Reader

CW: Anxiety, Mentions of sex, not much going on today

Summary: Cato has a heart to heart with his dad

word count: 2,882

thanks for the dividers @squishyowl! Taglist: @sleepyfan-blog @undeaddream @scriberye

Cato sits across from Titus, shoved into the back of a too small cargo hold.

Titus shifts in his seat, his knee grazing Catos as he tries to find a comfortable spot while hunched in the tiny seat.

Cato scoffs, knocking his knee aside with his own. “Don't touch me.” he grumbles.

Titus shoots him an annoyed look. “Oh please, don't start. You're the one who suggested we hop an earlier ship.” He snaps back.

Cato scootches himself back against the wall of the ship a little harder, crossing his arms. A small shake in the craft makes him bump his head on the short ceiling, and he groans as he curls himself forward.

“I didn't know it was made for apparently a single, very small baseline.” He huffs. The Ambassador would be plenty at home on the tiny transport, he thinks to himself. He imagines them stuck in it together, her little body tucked into his lap, him holding her protectively, his face nestled in her hair and smelling the sweet smell of her perfume-

Titus bumps his knee against his again, snapping him from his thoughts. Cato scowls and knocks his leg away again. “Stop that.”

Titus returns a scowl of his own. “You stop. You think I want to be stuck a foot apart from you while you go off in daydream land about the Ambassador?”

Cato flushes. “I was not-” he starts to protest.

“Oh like hell you weren't.” Titus snaps. “I've never seen your face get so… so soft except when you look at her.” He grumbles, trying to stretch himself to the other side. He was a bit bigger than Cato, and obviously was having a harder time with their cramped seats. “You think I want to be stuck face to face with you while you're staring off, daydreaming and thinking lecherous things about a high ranking official?”

“Oh shut up-” Cato mumbles, feeling his face warm further. A week ago he'd kill someone for even suggesting he would be distracted by such base things as a baseline woman. But now here he was, doing exactly that, and he can't even deny it.

Even still, he wishes she was here with him. It'd been two days since she was retrieved by their primarch. If he'd known that dance would likely be the last time he was allowed to see her, he'd have focused more on her instead of getting distracted with wanting to piss Titus off.

He pointedly stares at the wall, leaning back and crossing his arms, trying to look annoyed. He didn't like that Titus could read his thoughts through his expression. He wasn't sure what he meant by his face looking “soft”, his face was made of muscle and skin, of course it was “soft” in some parts. And hard in others. Stupid Titus, he thinks to himself.

He glances over at his battle brother, who was staring at the other wall in a similar pose. Cato's eyes narrow as he studies his brother’s face. His eyes were…. Eyes? Somewhat closed? His mouth was… frowning a little? Cato huffs a little. This tells him nothing. Stupid Titus must have been lying to get under his skin and just guessed what he was feeling.

“Hey-” Cato gruffs. “What are you thinking?” He asks.

Titus looks at him and furrows his brow. “What?”

“Your thoughts.” Cato says tiredly. “Tell me them. I'm trying to see something.”

Titus’ face scrunches. “Uh… I'm thinking I'm pissed off and annoyed having to be stuck with you like this for hours?” He says, eyeing his brother incredulously.

Cato frowns. “Hmph.” He huffs, turning back to staring at the wall. He couldn't tell that at all from Titus’ face, it just looked like face. Not harder or softer or any other texturally different than any other time. Stupid lying Titus, pretending he could read thoughts through faces. Maybe he's a secret psyker. Maybe he could report him as a secret psyker and get the satisfaction of watching him be dragged off by inquisitors.

The thought makes him smile to himself, and Titus sighs. “What on Terra is so funny, you cryptic ass?” he asks tiredly.

Cato bristles, snapping his eyes back to Titus. “What- stop that.” He snaps, “How are you doing that?”

Titus frowns and knits his brow. “Doing… what…?”

Cato scowls. “Reading my thoughts. I know you're not just doing it from my face.” He sits up and side eyes Titus. “Are you a covert psyker…?” He asks in a low, paranoid tone.

Titus’ jaw drops a little. “You… you can't be serious.” He says, studying Cato's face, his own baffled.

Cato frowns harder, and Titus lets out a deep sigh. “By the emperor, this explains so much, yet raises so many more questions…” he mumbles, shaking his head and turning back to stare at the wall.

Cato scoffs and turns back to his own wall. “Stupid lying psyker. I'm onto you.” he growls, curling in on himself defensively.

Titus rubs the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes closed. “How in the god emperor's name did you manage to seduce a woman…” he mumbles under his breath.

Cato pouts to himself, ignoring his cryptic maybe-psyker gene brother. He tries to keep his mind blank, but his overworked thoughts eventually fall back to the Ambassador. A pit forms in his stomach at the thought that he'll probably not only never be allowed to guard her again, but Guilliman likely would ban him from so much as sharing a planet with her.

Maybe he'd be consigned to a death oath if Guilliman was angry enough. He wasn't sure there was anything specifically in the codex about sleeping with the primarch's top Ambassador, but Guilliman wrote the codex, so he could likely be found guilty just in spirit. Even then, if he survived whatever mission he'd be sworn to go do or die trying, even if he was forgiven, then what? He'd still be forced apart from his Ambassador.

“Hey.” Titus’ voice breaks him from his spiral, catching him off guard. He glances at Titus, who actually looked somewhat… well, not angry. Was he worried? What face had Cato been making now? Or was it more of his brother's psyker powers reading his anxious mind?

“What?” Cato asks, pulling himself together and sitting upright more, forcing his face into a glare.

Titus just frowns more. “You, uh, look a little stressed.” He says awkwardly, shifting so he can stretch a leg out. “You really that worried about going home…?”

Cato looks away, trying to keep his face neutral. “No.” He lied, “Just wondering what my death oath will be. There's not much in the Galaxy that would pose a suitable threat to me, maybe I'll end up a one man army against an ork invasion or something.” He says with a forced smirk. “So I guess you'll be in charge while I'm gone.”

Titus chuckles a little. “Cocky bastard as always. I doubt you'll be sent on a death oath. It's not like Calgar is doling the punishment, it's Lord Guilliman.”

“Well-” Cato shifts in the cramped seat, “I suppose it depends on what the Ambassador told him. And if he's calming down or getting angrier while I'm gone.” He shudders internally, praying it was the former.

Titus looks at his face a moment in silence, making Cato squirm and frown. “What?” He asks gruffly.

He shakes his head a little. “Nothing. I wouldn't worry. Whatever you've done to the Ambassador, she likes you. And I don't think Guilliman would condemn you to a death oath if it would upset her.” He says, shifting back to looking at the wall. “But you should stay on her good side. If you upset her, Guilliman would have more fuel to exile you.”

Cato huffs out his nose. “As if I'll ever see her again.”

“True.” Titus says, then smirks and glances back at Cato. “I'll tell her you were all soft and pathetic over her when I guard her again though, don't worry.”

Cato scowls, crossing his arms and looking away again. “You're such an asshole, Demetrian.” He mumbles.

Titus smacks his leg with the side of his own. “Stop calling me by my first name or I'll tell her you ran off with a resort girl the second she was gone. That will get you sent to a death world.” He threatens, but his tone is teasing.

Cato rolls his eyes. “And I'd conquer and come back just to tell her what a lying asshole you are before you sink your claws into her in my stead.” He retorts, smacking his leg back.

Titus chuckles. “You keep assuming I'm as vile as you. Whatever helps you sleep, pervert.”

Cato opens his mouth to retort when he's stopped by a jolt of the ship as it starts to port. He feel a cold wash down his spine and the pit return to his stomach.

Titus’ teasing smile falls as he watches the color drain from his brother’s face. He sighs and gives him a nod. “Welcome home, Captain. Emperor have mercy on you.” He says in a more solemn tone.

Cato nods back without meeting his eyes. He hopes the Emperor would do just that.

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Cato stands before Guilliman's desk, a mirror of how he stood nervously before him worried, he'd be punished for failing to protect the Ambassador, what feels like ages ago now.

Except that day he was worried for no reason, and his gene father quickly assuaged his worries. Now Guilliman's usually tired but kind eyes are seething and cold as he silently stares Cato down. He'd been glaring at him silently for 4 minutes and 37 seconds now, and Cato could hardly manage to keep his expression neutral.

Finally, his primarch sighs and leans forward to support his elbows on his large desk, folding his hands together. “Captain Sicarius.” He says, breaking the silence.

Cato nods, swallowing a dry gulp. “My Lord.”

Guilliman pulls an old, worn copy of the codex astartes from a nearby shelf and drops it on the desk. The crack of the impact echoes off the walls, the only sound for a few moments.

“I have scoured and reread the words I know by heart, and I cannot find a concrete rule you have transgressed upon.” He finally says.

Cato starts to let out a held breath from his nose, but stops when Guilliman stands, placing his hands on his desk.

“However-” the primarch says, returning his steely gaze to his wayward son. “I can always write more when new situations arise that require clarification.”

Cato tries to suppress the clawing fear in his stomach. “And… what would those rules be, exactly, sir…?” He rasps out.

Guilliman's mouth twitches down at the corners, trying to maintain some professionalism. “I suggest you do not contribute to the conversation until asked, Sicarius.” He says in a flat, cold tone. Cato swallows and gives a terse nod.

“As I was saying-” he says, flipping open the codex. “I can interpret the spirit of the law and record new needed rules if I must.”

He rounds the corner of his desk, coming to a stop right in front of Cato with his hands behind his back, forcing him to crane his neck to look up at him.

“Unfortunately-” he says with a frown. “I made an, ehem, pinky promise to the ambassador not to kill you, and to give this whole… situation a chance.” He gruffs, frown deepening.

Cato blinks a few times as he processes the demi-gods words. “A… A pinky promise, Father…?” He croaks out.

Guilliman sighs. “Yes. Of which the ambassador assures me the repercussions of breaking are dire.”

He turns his back to Cato, walking to stare out a window with a disgruntled frown. “So, I will not condemn you to a death oath, as much as I would like to. But I will be setting rules.”

Cato, still somewhat in shock, takes a second to respond. “Rules for what, sir…?”

Guilliman glances back at him. “For… for dating the Ambassador. Or whatever it is you two are doing.” He says with a huff.

Cato's mind reels. He wasn't going to be exiled? Or banned from seeing her? She'd actually convinced the primarch to give them a chance? An unconscious smile starts to spread across his face before he quickly schools it when Guilliman shoots him a warning look.

“Firstly, I will be keeping a close eye on her. If I find out you have coerced her at all, in anyway, or even suspect she may be being forced into saying or doing something, I will skip the oath of death and end you myself.” Guilliman says, leveling a look at Cato so cold it makes him shiver.

“I- I'd never, my Lord-” he starts, but Guilliman holds a hand up to stop him.

“Please, I'm trying to be thorough.” He says. “Apparently I have been too vague in the past, so I want to be especially, specifically clear.”

Cato nods once and Guilliman turns back to the window. “secondly, if she ever wills it, she can cut you off at any time. I'll make sure you never share an orbit with her if she so wills it. You have far too much power over her for me to leave her to your mercy.” He continues.

“Lastly… just…” Guilliman sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose. “Just keep it under wraps, please. I don't want this to become a thing marines think they can do. I'm making an exception as a favor to the Ambassador. Don't let others know about… any of this.” He says in a tired, defeated voice.

Cato nods slowly. What did the ambassador do to his gene father? To not only get off punishment free but, with pretty reasonable restrictions? He almost chuckles, his little ambassador had the Lord Reagent wrapped around her finger and probably didn't even realize it.

Guilliman groans and flops back in his seat, looking a few years older than at the start of their conversation. “And for the love of terra, if I ever have to even think about what you are getting up to together, let alone see or hear it-”

Cato's face warms again, “oh- of course, sir, never-” he says, coughing awkwardly.

Guilliman stops him with a grimace, “Don't even say it. Please, keep anything like that so far out of my range I can keep assuming you're a functioning, desireless astartes.” He groans.

Cato blushes more, but nods. “Y-yes, my lord.” He confirms, shifting foot to foot.

Guilliman sighs and looks away a moment, then grimaces and looks back. “I don't have to give you, you know… the talk?” He mumbles.

Cato flinches, “oh, emperor, sir please don't-”

Guilliman nods, rubbing his face with both hands, “Good, good, okay-” he mumbles, “Don't- I mean, she's got a career, it would make her job so difficult if she-”

Cato puts his hands up, pleading for his gene father to stop speaking, “Sir- I know- please stop” he begs.

To be fair he hadn't actually stopped to worry about that. He kind of assumed he was infertile. A cold shiver runs down his spine as he remembers he very much was not concerning himself with those things in the cave, or by the pools.

Guilliman sighs, head falling to his propped up hands and rubbing his eyes. “Okay, good. Now please just- go. Send Titus in on your way out.” He grumbles.

Cato raises a brow. “Titus?”

“Yes, your vigilante battle brother who god in a mud covered fist fight- don't think you're getting out of that either, by the way. Or the ship thing.” He says, shaking an admonishing finger. “I just need to cool off before I can properly think of punishments, but you're still suspended until I do.”

Cato sighs, but nods. “Yes, sir. Understood. I'll send Titus in.”

He gives an aquillian salute, then takes his leave, leaving a very distressed primarch at his desk. Outside the office, he allows himself to smile. Sure, he was in trouble, but that felt like nothing when he'd be able to see the ambassador without punishment.

Titus is smirking and leaning against a wall, but his expression falters when he sees Cato come out smiling.

“No fucking way you got away with it-” he starts, scowling and walking toward him.

Cato grins. “Lord Guilliman would like to see you.” He says teasingly.

Titus’ face drains of color. “You can't be serious-” he starts, but Cato walks away chuckling.

“Have fun, Demetrian.” He calls back.

Titus lets out a frustrated groan before Cato hears the office door close behind him.

Now, Cato thought, Where's my little Ambassador hiding?

[ririsasy]

Sit on my lap [part 2]🔞✋

Part 1

Varadha wasn't really actually in a gang, it was just his group of friends. They ditched Varadha with Deva the other night because they're too scared of Deva to even ask for their friend back from the clutch of a wolf like him. They have heard about Deva's reputation and know that Deva is a gang leader and he's ruthless! He breaks people's bones left and right if they dared to cross him.

They thought that was the end of Varadha after he throw up on Deva! What was he thinking doing something so unthinkable like that.

Varadha quickly left Deva's house in a taxi after he get dressed in hurry with his own washed clothes. He went straight to Rinda's house to curse at him for being such an unreliable friend leaving him with a stranger like that. Rinda explained to him that Deva wasn't an ordinary stranger and from now on they should be avoiding that club with all costs if they wanted to stay alive.

But then a week after the event Deva and Varadha met again accidentally, this time Varadha's group yet again got into a fight but with other people and Deva happened to pass by. Deva didn't even think about getting involved in the first place but the attackers suddenly pulling out knives, so Deva had to step up before anyone got badly injure. It was just like another monday for Deva, he easily can avoid the attack going his way and broke the attacker' arms to make them drop the knives, true to his reputation as bone snappers, they scattered away after that holding their broken hands.

Varadha's friends look at Deva in fear but also thankful of his intervention, but they didn't dare to say anything to Deva, so they push Varadha as their humble sacrifice to go talk to the wolf.

"...Thank you for helping us." Varadha said reluctantly.

"..why you guys always got into a fight you can not win?" Deva asked while fixing his leather jacket that got ruined from the fight.

"We didn't search for trouble but when it came to us we didn't back down!" Varadha quickly shout back trying to defend his group.

"Whatever, next time pick someone your size or you will be bleeding on the street." Deva said while looking at Varadha from head to toe, appreciating the see through white shirt that leave little to imagination.

"Yeah yeah we will make sure we never have to bother you or show our faces in front of you to cause you an inconvenience. What should I do to repay for the trouble?" Varadha asked while rolling his eyes because this man is so high on himself.

"Still the same thing I told you when you were in my place, get on my lap and give me a kiss." Deva teased him again patting his own inner thigh, delighted at the fast spreading blush on Varadha's cheeks.

"You pervert old man!!" Varadha shouted at his face and then run toward his friends and pulled them away from Deva who couldn't stop laughing at Varadha's adorable reaction.

Varadha's friends only nod at Deva's direction and making a thankful gesture with their hands as Varadha keep dragging them far away from Deva.

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"So, you and Deva huh?" Rinda, one of Varadha's friends started teasing him as they order their drink at a nearby cafe after they run away from Deva.

"No such thing!" Varadha dismissed the accusation quickly, he shivered just by the thought alone that there was something between him and the insufferable man.

"But he said there was something happening at his place? "Same thing I told you when you were in my place" quote unquote that was what he said. Wasn't it?" Rinda still didn't want to let it go.

"As you heard! It was just his wish, nothing happening, no way I will like such an arrogant bastard so full of himself like that. But aren't we all trying to stay away from him for the past few days now? Why are you showing interest at him now?" Varadha squinted his eyes at Rinda's direction in suspicion.

"Nothing like that. It's just he helped us just a moment ago! So he wasn't actually that bad? Imagine if we are on his good side we don't need to be worried anymore about people pushing us around. " Rinda trying to give reason to Varadha.

"So what now? You want to join his gang or something? Go a head! I don't want to do anything with him. Enough talking about him, my headache can't handle it anymore. Tonight we still go to that new place that you found right? I really need to unwind. Especially after what happened today." Varadha said with a sour mood.

"Yeah yeah, same time as plan, you, Bilal will join us or not?"

"Hard pass. I rather sleep after I got the most of the beating before your knight in shining armor came to our rescue. Good rest will do wonderful thing to my bones." Bilal said waving his hand in front of his friends, he sometimes feel like he is too old for all of this escapades.

"Your lost! We're going disco tonight, gonna wear all the obnoxious outfits we have right varadha? Bring out that slutty red jeans with red flower shirts you have to seduce some prey."

"Totally, gonna make sure I got laid tonight no matter what." Varadha said with conviction, Bilal could only shake his head at his friends' terrible, somehow he feels like something unexpected is bound to happen.

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Bilal is perhaps a psychic because here comes the trouble.

Varadha was asking for his third drink to the bartender after he was exhausted from dancing on the dance floor not caring about anything in the world, his chest peaking from his barely buttoned silky red shirst glints with sweats from his previous activity, his hair sticky just the same, but he didn't care he at least could free himself from Deva's images that's been occupying his mind.

He was looking at Rinda who still dance on the floor with girls glued to him from all side, Varadha chuckled at his carefree dance that didn't even match with the rhythm of the music. He looked back again at the bartender thinking he had served him his drink only for the bartender to gesture him at the faraway table at the corner of the room, it's luminous with yellow light, even half drunk Varadha could easily spot the tall figure sitting there.

Shit, it's Deva.

"That's the owner of this club, he said, your drink is free, he would appreciate if you can thank him in person." The bartender pushed the drink toward Varadha with the tip of his fingers.

Varadha is not flattered, he's indeed furious, why is this man couldn't leave him alone at all, why he is everywhere, and why the hell this club belong to him? Varadha was just enjoying his time and actually like the atmosphere of this club and the drink actually taste good here and not like piss, he was just about to put this on the list of the club he would like to revisit and now he didn't know anymore.

He gulped down the drink in one shot, wiped his mouth haphazardly with the back his hand and stomped his feet toward Deva's place.

Looking at Varadha's arrival, Deva dismissed his companions, most of them just sexy girls who pour drink for him and light his cigarette, Varadha step aside as the last girl who sit on Deva's lap stand up and make her exit as well brushing the side of his shoulder. Varadha tried to ignore the increasing hot feeling in the pit of his stomach, he didn't know where it came from, he refused to admit that he was jealous from what he just saw, there's nothing going on between him and Deva at all, why did he need to be angry?

"What do you want now? I didn't know this is your club, I will leave." Varadha finally said, after it's just the two of them left. Deva only look at him curiously, like he is inspecting a product, puffing his cigarette and then holding it between his two long fingers. He rest his clasped hands under his chin.

"It was you who decided to not meet me again but fate said otherwise, you came to my den perfectly on you own accord, here you are standing in front of me, looking like that, like an offering, can you just quench my curiosity and be done with it." Deva asked like he was bargaining something he could pay, Varadha is so frustrated by a man with no manner like this and yet he feel intrigued and saw it like a challenge.

"What's your curiosity? What can I do so fate would tear us a part so we don't have to meet again?" Varadha asked with fire in his eyes.

"Same thing, come here, sit on my lap and give me a kiss." Deva took another drag from his cigarette, adjusting his sitting position, spreading his legs wider and pat his lap, looking at Varadha with blatant want.

Varadha wanted to jump at him, not because he like this man not at all but because he just want to slap that confidence off of his handsome face.

"What with you and your childish game?" Varadha asked Deva from between his gritted teeth, he was so furious that he couldn't control himself and grabbed Deva's collar ready to throw a punch.

Deva didn't even flinch, he just looked at Varadha with his piercing eyes up close, inspecting him some more, puffing the smoke on his face, Varadha close his eyes immediately, trying not to cough at the smoke onslaught to his sense.

"It's not a game to me, just sit here, after all, you already scared my companions for the night because of the fury in your eyes, but up close, I can see how long those eyelashes are, it would be even prettier if there's something else in your eyes rather than anger when you look at me."

"You are drunk and you don't even know what you're saying" Varadha whispered the words now they're too close to each other. He didn't let go of Deva's collar, still pulling it tight in his grip.

Deva slowly put his hand on Varadha's waist, soothing it with his thumb when he felt Varadha jump from the touch and hold him steadily as he slowly guide Varadha to really sit on his lap. Varadha was too stunned to react.

How did he really end up on this man's lap? This wasn't how he envisioned his night would go.

"There. It wasn't hard, was it?" Deva asked without remorse. From this up close, it would be so easy to choke Deva but Varadha just couldn't do it, this man and his confidence will be the death of him, he instead settled his hand on Deva's shoulder for balance.

"I won't even touch you, you can just sit on my lap as I finish my cigarette how about that?" Deva asked the question like Varadha has other choice, he actually has, but there's something at the back of his head who whispered to him that he should play this game.

"Is this some kind of kink to you? Asking any random man to be on your lap?" Varadha questioned him accusingly.

Deva only chuckled, puffing out yet again another smoke but this time to other direction that didn't bother Varadha.

"The only man, can you believe? Usually there are girls. The first man I saw that I want to be on my lap." Deva told him truthfully, his eyes are wild, he couldn't control it, scanning Varadha's figure, fixated on his exposed chest.

Varadha noticed those hungry gaze, the warm feeling quickly spreading to his entire body turning his cheeks into shade of pink.

"Should I be flattered? Or you use this line to all the man you pick up? To make them feel special?" He challenged again, despite his best effort to conceal what he was feeling, Deva's words had started affecting him.

Varadha involuntarily whimpered when Deva's hand brushed his waist accidentally when he took his drink on the table.

Deva smirked at his reaction.

"You are so skittish just from so little. Sitting on my lap is not a hard task is it? Or do you want me to do more?" Deva asked from under his eyes like a predator while he drink his whiskey, his plush lips shining from the remnant of the liquor and Varadha suddenly had an urge to know how those lips taste.

Shit, what's happening.

"What did you drink awhile ago?" Deva's deep voice pulling Varadha out of his reverie; another inhale to his cigarette.

"Just a margarita." He answered shortly, tearing his gaze away from Deva's tempting lips.

"Can I have a taste?" Deva asked again.

"I drank it all in one go, I doubt there's anything left unless you asked your bartender to make a new one., after all it's your club." Varadha said matter of factly.

"But there's still some on your lips. I can have those." Deva raised one of his eyebrows unashamedly. Varadha almost gasped at his attitude but yet again he shouldn't be so surprised anymore considering their situation currently.

"Is this a new trick to ask for a kiss?"

"Only if it's proven successful." Deva looked at him with anticipation and Varadha didn't know what come into him, he was already curious about how Deva's plush lips would taste like and now there's even an invitation from the owner, so what was he waiting for?

Varadha slowly leaning down and place the softest kiss on Deva's lips, the spark that Deva felt from just a little touch almost made him unable to control himself not to take more than what Varadha offered, luckily he could refrain himself and stay still, waiting for whatever Varadha gave him.

After awhile Varadha pulled away, his eyes glazed with something new, there's no more hatred in there, only a novel desire.

"There's a hint of citrus there but other than that I could barely taste it, can I ask for more?" Deva brushed the bottom of his lip with his thumb, once again being so blatant with his flirting.

Varadha didn't object the request, instead he dived down once again, this time pushing his tongue through Deva's open mouth, Deva welcome him way too eagerly, quickly entangled Varadha's soft tongue with his own, sucking on it like he's truly chasing the remaining liquor taste left on Varadha's tongue.

The couple was lost in each other's taste, forgetting the space and time completely like there's no one else in the room but only the two of them, music distance in their ears, conversations swallowed into background noise, all they could hear was just each other's labor breathing and the passion of their heart in their own ears, it's intoxicating and deafening.

Varadha's mind start to go fuzzy on Deva's lap, he almost lost his balance when Deva's tongue literally assaulted his mouth with how deep he could reach inside, Varadha hasn't kiss many men before, he clearly wasn't accustomed with a man's strength and their hunger, usually he was the dominant one but now he almost couldn't handle the way Deva literally fuck his mouth with his tongue alone.

Varadha quickly encircled both his arms around Deva's neck to support himself because he felt like he was floating. Deva immediately put his hands around Varadha's slim waist, holding him in place and pulling him closer toward him, he slowly rest more of his body into into the armrests and pulled Varadha with him making Varadha straddled his lap completely.

After what feel eternity, Varadha break away from Deva's demanding mouth breathlessly, he rest his forehead agaisnt Deva's, staring down at the handsome Devil beneath him.

Deva slowly opened his eyes, the hunger still visible in them, lips glistened with the mingle of their spits. Varadha is instantly in love.

Deva close the distance between them to planted a kiss at his mookuthi, then the tip of his nose before kissing his lips softly.

"Gosh, you are so damn beautiful, Varadha. You have been running around in my mind for a whole week how dare you run away from me after you throw yourself into my arms that night! Almost make me go ballistic because how much I want to have my way with you, but I was trying my best to be a gentleman to you, but deep down I want ...I want to eat you up." Deva confessed boldly. He was indeed holding himself back from pursuing Varadha because he didn't know if he would be interested and he liked him too much to scare him away or hurt him but fate keep serving Varadha in a silver platter for him, tempting him to take a bite.

"What do you want to do to me if I allowed you to have your way with me?" Varadha teased between the hammering of his heart inside his chest for this dangerous man, he never meet anyone who could be so honest about what they want, he knows he is playing with fire, but damn him, he loves the color it makes.

.

"Oh..I will show you pretty baby, I will show you all night long."

Deva pulled Varadha on his face with both of his hands for another passionate kiss.

.

"Bilal, come pick me up, I am drunk and can't drive."

"Where's Varadha?" Bilal asked with concern in his voice.

"I am the one who called you and yet you only think about young master, Varadha."

"It's not like that, you know how he is, he couldn't handle a liquor too much."

"You wouldn't believe where he is right now, man."

"On Deva's lap?"

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU A FREAKING PSYCHIC BRO?" Rinda yelled through the cellphone, suddenly feeling sober.

"I swear to God trouble always find that boy and now it's the biggest trouble of his life. Wait there don't go anywhere I will come right away, keep eye on Varadha."

"Can't anymore, man. We have lost him. I saw Deva carrying him on his hips with one arm to his car where our dear Varadha shamelessly clinging to him like a little koala. It was comical and embarrassing. Varadha couldn't stop kissing him and climbing on him like a horny little cat, pick me up I am too embarrassed no one want to go back with me to my place. Before I cry here feeling so single!"

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Part 3

[thegettingbyp2]

Sebastian Kydd x reader

She is Walt’s sister who starts school and she so nervous to meet people as she is shy and always stays with her brother, Walt introduces her to his friends and she catches Sebastian’s eye

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‘What if they don’t like me?’ you asked your brother, Walt, as you trailed behind him as you walked into the diner. You were Walt’s younger sister and you were just about to join the same High School so, instead of being on your own and knowing no one, Walt thought that he’d introduce you to his friends so you’d at least have a couple of people you could talk to at lunch.

‘(Y/N), you’ve spoken to them before,’ Walt reminded you as he held the door open. You stepped into the diner and Walt’s hands landed on your shoulders, steering you in the direction where you saw Maggie and Carrie sitting at a table sharing a plate of fries.

‘Hi!’ they both exclaimed, jumping up from the booth and wrapping you in a hug when you reached the table. After greeting them both, Walt turned back to you.

‘I’m going to head off so you three can chat,’ he said, grinning when he saw your face fall and panic briefly cross your features. When you sat down with Carrie and Mags, the three of you got to talking and you found that you actually had a lot in common with them all.

You were halfway through planning a shopping trip with them when you noticed someone walk in. He was tall with blonde hair and you couldn’t help but thing that he was really cute. As if he was able to read your mind, his gaze moved over to you, his brows furrowing when he didn’t recognise you before he smirked slightly at you. You smiled back at him just as a girl with dark hair, grabbed a hold of his arm and kissed him, making you quickly avert your eyes and go back to your conversation.

‘So, well go on Saturday? Gives us time to get new back to school outfits,’ Carrie said excitedly and you and Mags were quick to agree. While you all continued to talk, you could feel eyes on you and you knew that it was the cute guy who was now sitting at a table across from you with the girl practically on his lap.

Mags and Carrie excused themselves to go and order some more fries, leaving you at the table, waiting for them to come back. Not long after they’d left, you jumped as the cute guy slid into the seat opposite you.

‘I’ve not seen you around here before,’ he said, smiling softly at you.

‘No,’ you said, laughing nervously and looking down as you felt your cheeks flush, ‘my brother dragged me here so I can talk to his friends before starting school so I’d know some people.’

‘Walt’s your brother?’ he asked.

‘Yeah, do you know him?’

‘Kind of, I used to hang out with him, Mags and Carrie,’ he said, clearly not wanting to talk about it any further.

‘I’m (Y/N),’ you said brightly, holding out your hand across the table as you tried to change the subject.

‘Sebastian,’ he replied, reaching out to take your hand in his, not letting it go for a few seconds. ‘It’s nice to meet you, (Y/N).’

‘Nice to meet you too, Sebastian.’

When he let go of your hand, he leaned back in his seat, just looking at you for a while, making you wonder if you had something on your face. ‘Would it be okay if I got to know you a bit better?’ he asked, tilting his head to the side, his smirk back on his lips.

‘You can always stay right now?’ you suggested, leaning forward. ‘Mags and Carrie should be back soon and you said that you used to hang out with them, so why not start again?’

‘That’s probably not a great idea at the moment, it’s a bit complicated between me and them at the moment,’ he said, chuckling nervously as his fingers toyed with a napkin.

‘Oh, okay,’ you replied, feeling a little disappointed.

‘But we could always go grab a coffee tomorrow if you’re free?’ he was quick to suggest.

‘Okay,’ you said, feeling excited at the idea of spending time with him.

‘Great,’ he said, sending you a genuine smile. You noticed his eyes flick past your shoulder and his smile faltered slightly before he looked back at you. ‘Carrie and Mags are heading back over so I’m gonna go back to the other table but it was really nice meeting you. I’m looking forward to tomorrow.’

‘Yeah, me too,’ you replied, somewhat confused as to why he didn’t seem to want to be around Mags and Carrie. He smiled at you one more time before he slid out of the seat and went back to his table.

‘Was that Sebastian?’ Mags asked as soon as they sat back down.

‘Yeah, he was just introducing himself, he seems nice.’

‘Stay away from him, you don’t want to get caught up with him, you’ll just end up getting hurt, believe me,’ Mags said, entirely serious.

You sat in silence as Carrie and Mags carried on talking, your eyes wandering over to Sebastian every now and then, wondering what he did to make them not like him.

[gabriel-xander]

Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

23: Dude, You Could've Predicted This Shit

A/N: Fifty Shades of Beige mentioned No, nothing explicit at ALL but just in case i don't need someone cheesing me for not addressing it first

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You plop down on your bed (the couch) with a smile, looking over at Sans while handing him the bowl of popcorn. He gives you a small “thank” while taking it, using his magic to move the popcorn into his mouth like a true gamer. Honestly, if you had that ability, you’d pull shit like that, too.

It’s the same day and you three had planned for a movie marathon tonight, Papyrus wanted to watch this movie parody knock-off called “50 Shades of Beige” and “Twilight: Old Moon.” You’re so nervous about 50 Shades of Beige though, and you told Sans the lore behind the original movie, too.

He only shrugged at your worries, saying something along the lines of: “you forget paps is a grown man, he’ll be fine.”

…Yeah, okay, fair. You suppose internally you’re still seeing him as “fanon” Papyrus and have been babying him a bit. You really need to work on that because it’s not fair to him, and he’s earned more respect than to be treated like that.

Still though, you’re not so sure how to feel about watching a possible porno with two men–with Sans and Papyrus of all people.

it will be the experience of all time. Hey! Maybe you can even add it to your bucket list and immediately cross it off.

“Oh, by the way,” You speak quietly to the older brother, whispering close to him just in case, “I really gotta talk to you once Papyrus is asleep, preferably out of the house but not in Undyne’s killing range.”

He raises a bone-brow at you, “uh, okay? am i in trouble, or…?”

“No, no. Uh, well-”

“uh oh.”

“-I don’t know, honestly. Ah-ha, if anything, I’m scared I’ll be the one in trouble,” You admit with a forced, nervous smile, “But uh, we’ll burn that bridge when we get to it, I guess.”

Much to your surprise, he gives you a reassuring pat on the leg.

“i’m sure it’s gonna be fine, [y/n]. let’s just enjoy the movie for now, no use it stressin’ about it.”

“Yeah, you’re righ-”

“-SANS? RIGHT ABOUT SOMETHING? RIGHT ABOUT WHAT?”

As if he was waiting on cue, Papyrus jumps down the fucking stairs like a true gamer, already in his pajamas and a cute nightcap.

“[y/n] was just telling me she’s nervous workin’ for grillby soon. i told her she’s got it in the bag. don’t you think so, bro?”

“WHY, ABSO-POSITIVELY-UTELY! YOU’RE ONE THE OF THE MOST DILIGANT HUMANS I HAVE EVER MET.”

You pause and squint into nowhere in particular, “Aren’t I the only human you’ve met?”

“DETAILS, DETAILS.”

The tall, lanky skeleton jumps onto the couch to seat himself on the opposite side, causing Sans to bounce in the air from the sheer force alone. It wasn’t comically high, but it was enough to make him tumble into your personal space, nearly landing in your lap.

“Oh!”

“uh…”

With a hot face, you help the poor man off you, grinning because of his own visible flusterness. He moves off you but decides that maybe he’s too lazy to get completely out of your space. He sits close to you, flushed to your side and relaxing when you don’t seem to mind. Sans balances the bowl between you two, letting it lean against your leg more than his, and drapes his arm behind you on the couch.

And you don’t mind it, really. You’ve gotten used to his boney ass by now and the position you’re in now is pretty comfortable. You’ve been trying to keep a physical distance from the guy when you can help it because you thought he’d be touch adverse, but he keeps surprising you each day.

“You sure you don’t want any, Paps?” You lean over a bit to look at the skeleton.

Damn, you know you just accepted that you don’t mind Sans being in your dance space, but now Papyrus has all that couch to himself now.

“OH, I REALLY SHOULDN’T. I CAN’T STAY UP TOO LATE TONIGHT, YOU KNOW. I HAVE AN EARLY PATROL WITH UNDYNE TOMORROW. AND DON’T WORRY,” Papyrus holds up his hand as if to silence you (you weren’t going to say shit), “I WILL MAKE SURE TO NOT MENTION A WORD OF YOU. MORE SO, IF SHE SUDDENLY DECIDES TO MAKE A SURPRISE VISIT, I WILL BE SURE TO LET YOU BOTH KNOW VIA TEXT.”

“I know I keep repeating myself, but you are seriously the coolest,” You say with earnest, “Thanks, Papyrus. And good luck with patrol tomorrow!”

Sans winks at his brother, “see? what do i always tell you, bro?”

“Y-YES, WELL–THANK YOU! NOW, LET’S START WITH FIFTY SHADES OF BEIGE!”

“Nuh God.”

…So, 50 Shades of Beige was, indeed, a porno. A very terrible porno, but a porno nonetheless. The acting was terrible, and they had the “I’m not at a beach, this is a bathtub” scene, too. That shit made you cry legit tears, all three of you laughing hard throughout the entire movie.

It was a little awkward at first considering Sans is right there, but it quickly died out when the first scene made you realize it’s not that deep. At some point though, you swear you felt him messing with your hair, but it was gone when you all doubled over in laughter.

50 Shades of Beige, you will always be famous.

Now, as for Twilight: Old Moon… There is a special place in your heart for movies that really want to be good, but are so terrible because of the acting but that in itself makes it so good.

“Isn’t that guy just in a onesie?” You asked with a tilt of your head in Sans’ direction.

He mimicked the gesture so your temples bumped lightly, “yeah, but he’s so killing it.”

Papyrus scrunched his nose, “HE SEEMS TO LIKE IT A LITTLE TOO MUCH…”

Yeah, either that monster actor was clearly finding this scene hot, or he’s just very blessed by the universe. It reminds you of the Olympics for some reason, you don’t know why…

Funnily enough, at the end of the movie, the character that was supposed to parody Edward came out as gay and he ended up with Jacob. It was so wholesome actually and taught you the meaning of life, you think you’d rate it in your Top 10.

“I hope I find someone who looks at me the way Edwardo looks at Jacobin,” You sigh with whimsy, “I want that for me someday.”

“YOU ARE SUCH A CATCH, [Y/N]. I’M SURE THERE ARE MONSTERS OUT THERE WHO THINK YOU ARE THE BEES KNEES.” Papyrus reassures, turning down the TV volume.’

“yeah, like that pollux guy,” Sans teases you, tapping your head from behind, “he’d definitely give you all his attention if you just look at him.”

“OOHHHH?” Papyrus grins mischievously at that, “IS THERE SOMEONE WHO TICKLES YOUR FANCY ALREADY, [Y/N]?”

“Ehhh, I mean he’s alright,” You grimace, shrugging your shoulders, “Not my cup of tea, but I’m not very picky either, so.”

“TELL ME ALL ABOUT-”

“-ah, ah, ah, not so fast, paps,” Sans shakes his finger disapprovingly at the other, “you gotta get to bed now, don’tcha? you’re already staying up a little later than you should.”

“OH, YOU’RE SO RIGHT, SANS.”

The babiest of all boys gets up from the couch, doing a big stretch with a pop in his spine. He sighs in relief at the release, putting his hands on his sassy hips while looking at you and Sans.

“YOU MUST TELL ME ALL ABOUT THIS POLLUX CHARACTER TOMORROW, THEN. BUT FOR NOW, I MUST BID YOU A GOODNIGHT, MY DEAR FRIEND.”

Sans pats your head again before pushing himself off the couch, stretching as well.

“Yeah, totally. We’ll have a little Tea-Time™ during lunch tomorrow where I tell you what’s good,” You salute your friend, “Have a good night, Papyrus. See you tomorrow.”

“GOODNIGHT, [Y/N].”

“g’night, [y/n]. c’mon, papyrus. you’re never gonna believe what story i have for you for tonight.”

“…IS IT PEEK-A-BOO WITH FLUFFY BUNNY?-”

“-it’s peek-a-boo with fluffy bunny.”

“OH, I LOVE THAT ONE!!”

“yeah, i bet. let’s go.”

They’re very cute. Very mindful. Very demure.

You clean the place up while they’re doing their routine, putting away the popcorn bowl, tidying up the couch, and turning off the TV. You even had time to change out of your pajamas into something more casual and cozy; a light sweater and rain boots that Papyrus let you just the other day. They’re too big on you because the fucker is a huge monster, but they’re better than nothing and you know how to be grateful. You implied to Sans that you want to talk with no one around, but you’re not going to risk being seen looking homeless. You have some standards.

You’re on the couch while writing in your notebook, writing a few random things down when Sans finally emerges from Papyrus’s room. You put your book away and stand up, waiting for him with a patient smile.

“you ready, freddy?” He asks as he reaches you.

“Yeah, you know a spot, right?”

“yep, got just the place in mind.” Sans extends his pin-gloved hand.

You don’t think twice about taking it, closing your eyes in anticipation of a shortcut. You feel a strange sensation; you didn’t feel it last time but you do now. You hope it’s not related to anything you want to talk about today. You don’t open your eyes until you get the okay from the skeleton, gasping in awe when you do so.

You’re in the Waterfalls now, one of the most beautiful, if not the most beautiful, places in the underground. You don’t recognize this area specifically, you think it’s supposed to be another area of the map you couldn’t access.

“ha, i had a feeling you’d like this place,” Sans nudges your arm playfully, “come on, the place i wanna take you is just this way.”

“Okay!”

You don’t know why Sans didn’t teleport to the place he was talking about, but you’re certainly not complaining. Maybe he did it on purpose, actually. The stream that flowed down the same path you were walking on was very shallow, shallow enough that you could safely walk in without raising the water getting in your boots.

Gosh, the in-game visuals couldn’t replicate this shit. The water is so beautiful and there’s a slight sound of dripping water, occasionally falling on fallen crystals and making a pretty noise. The smell of wet grass was subtle and pleasant, making you feel like a fucking magical princess. The only thing that could possibly make this better is if you could hear the Waterfall OST.

But alas.

Such is life.

After about 10 or so minutes, you reached a deeper part of the cavern, fewer and fewer Echo Flowers appeared and quieter it became. It was a little nerve-wracking, but you guess Sans also doesn’t want to risk anyone listening in, or any Echo Flowers picking up your words.

It’s a dead-end, eventually. There’s a small stream of water that ends at a deep pool of water, with one or two water sausages, and lilies floating on its surface. The water looks deep, but it’s not so high on the edge that you and Sans feel okay enough to sit and dip your feet in the water. Sans removed his slippers before that, of course, he’s not a savage, and your boots are still tall enough that water won’t threaten your sanity.

“It’s really pretty here,” You say softly as you sit with him, “What is this place?”

“the waterfalls, pretty self-explanatory,” He replies just as softly, “i like comin’ here, i don’t think anyone knows about it since it’s so deep down. i just gave us a head start, otherwise, we would’ve wasted hours walking to this place.”

Oh, wow. This place is hella deserted then. Randomly, you think of Flowey. You doubt Sans would take you here if he thought Flowey could stalk either of you in this place. Ugh, now that you think about him, you’re a little more nervous about bringing it up.

But you can’t… No, you don’t want to keep this in and handle it alone anymore. You want to tell someone. You want to tell Sans.

Sans gives you your time, he doesn’t rush you, doesn’t press you to talk. He sits close next to you, his eyes trained on the waterlily floating close.

You take a deep breath after a while. It’s now or never, otherwise, you really will end up not telling him at all.

“So…” You start oh-so-casually, “This morning when I was out with Papyrus, he asked me about my life on the surface, and I told him a few things here and there. Pretty much told him what I told you for the most part. And then… I asked about you two, and, he said I should ask you if I want to know more. And also…”

You bring your hands on your lap, fiddling with your fingers, “He mentioned your dad?”

Oof, Sans immediately tensed up at that. Still, you keep going.

“He said he isn’t around anymore, and that he barely remembers him or his name. That if I had questions, that I should ask you,” You sulk your shoulders, “I understand if you don’t want to talk about him-”

“-good. ‘cause i don’t.”

You widen your eyes in surprise at his interruption, though you know you’re going to have to push it this time. You can’t let this opportunity go.

“But, I-I had this dream–the other night. It was, like, the second day I was here. I know this is a stretch, but it-it was this other skeleton monster talking to me in a… I don’t know. I couldn’t understand him at all, it sounded like gibberish. I just thought you’d know something cause you and Papyrus are the only other skeletons I know.”

You can feel Sans’ eyes on you now, his body tense and stressed from beside you.

“do you remember what he looked like? you said he was a skeleton, right? are you sure?” His words are quick and urgent.

Ahhh, to be honest, no. You don’t remember what he looked like in your dream because you didn’t actually see him. But you knew it had to be Gaster because of how he sounded, and because, just like with Sans and Papyrus, you just knew he was speaking in Wing Dings.

You make gestures with your hands as you talk, finally getting the courage to look at Sans.

“He had a crack in his skull here and here. This eye was droopy-ish,” You raise your hand and circle your palm, “And he had holes in both hands. I think he was wearing black. It gets kind of fuzzy from there, but that’s what stuck out to me the most.”

As you kept describing him, Sans got visibly more distraught. You feel kind of bad stressing him out, but now you two can suffer together, so yay!

Sans exhales heavy, his smile is struggling to stay but it’s hanging in there like a trooper.

“yeah…” Sans shakes his head, “yeah, that’s him. that’s… he’s called w.d. gaster.”

You have to ask: “W.D?”

“wing dings.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

“he made papyrus and i a long time ago. i won’t get too into it, but he raised us for a little bit, but then he–just wasn’t here anymore.” Sans shrugs, “i don’t talk about him a lot not ‘cause i have bad memories of the guy, but it’s just really fuzzy thinking back on him, and it brings a major headache.”

You nod in understanding, “But, he was a decent guy?”

“yeah… pretty alright in my book.”

Fuck it, we ball.

“There is more, Sans.”

“oh, no. what else?”

You might get killed. You might not get killed. It’s a 50/50 but you’re already this far, you might as well go all in. Never back down never what?! NEVER GIVE UP!!

“I think I knew from the moment I got dragged into this place, that this isn’t normal. I don’t mean monsters and magic, by the way. I mean this,” You gesture vaguely to the area in front of you, “I think you know what I mean. I think we’re similar in that regard. I mean… remember when we first met?”

So Sans wasn’t making it up in his head! You know something about this place, but… It’s weird. If you’re secretly playing him, then there’s no fucking way you would’ve brought up Gaster just like that. He genuinely doesn’t get the vibe you’re secretly evil, either.

It’s a big risk, but maybe you are like him. Probably not to the same extent as Sans, but you’re clearly caught up in a mess you didn’t want to be in. You’re just not a fool to let yourself get caught in the rising tide.

The real question is… How much do you know, and how much can Sans get away with without fully exposing himself? Is he even willing to expose anything to you?

“I was scared to say anything at first. I mean… First day here and I almost got fucked up by a talking flower, and he get even more bitchy when he realized I wasn’t some confused damsel and a pushover.” You chuckle at remembrance, “Toriel likes to think I am, though. But I’m kind of thankful for it.”

That confirms it further for Sans. if Flowey was that desperate to kill you, more so than he was with Frisk for the first time, then there is something odd with you. Strangely, that thought kind of reassures Sans.

If you were stronger than Frisk in terms of Determination, then you’d have the ability to Reset, right? Flowey probably sees you as a threat because of that, and in that case, you could easily be swayed to Sans’ “side.”

There’s no way you’re faking your affection for the monsters since you’ve been here. He’s seen that in Frisk after how many Resets, he knows that isn’t in you.

There’s really only one way to know for sure, though. But… Sans doesn’t think asking to see your soul will go well.

“you know, that’s why i wanted you here in snowdin where i can keep an eye socket on you,” Sans admits as well, “i know this place isn’t all that normal, too. it’s why i was kinda unsure of you at first. but now i know that you’re like me, and you’re just trying to survive, too.”

You nod again in understanding, not knowing if you should say anything to that. It’s out there now, it’s up to Sans to do with that what he will. At least he doesn’t want to kill you, not now at least.

This went a lot better than you expected, but you really need to remind yourself: Sans isn’t a bad guy. He’s scary, and he has every right to treat you like a threat, but he’s not a bad person. He’s apathetic and nihilistic, but he’s not bad.

You’re not sure what you were expecting in terms of his reaction, but this is enough for you two for now.

“i gotta ask,” Sans speaks up after what seems like 10 minutes of silence, “you wouldn’t happen to remember what gaster said in your dream, wouldja?”

You scrunch up your nose, “Uh… no, sorry. It just sounded like… I don’t even know how to describe it. I just remember his face more than anything, anyway. Not that I think you have all the answers, and like I said, it was a stretch to see if you’d even know anything about it. But… I wanted to tell you anyway, just in case.”

He nods and pats your hand that was on the ground, “well, you did right by tellin’ me. you’re right, i don’t have all the answers, but i’ll do what i can to look into it. just… make sure to tell me if you ever get another dream like that, okay? or even if you just feel like something isn’t right in general. we’ll figure it out together.”

“You don’t–You’re taking this surprisingly well.”

“eh,” Sans shrugs, “that old man was always doing the weirdest crap, i wouldn’t be surprised if he’s actually messing with your dreams from wherever the hell he is.”

“Ah, just a bit of Monday afternoon trollin’ from the W.D. Gaster, huh?”

“it’s his favorite gooning time, actually.”

You laugh because never in your life did you need to hear Sans say “gooning” so casually. Sans’s grin becomes natural, leaning back on his hands while accidentally laying one of them on top of yours. You don’t make a move to move away, so neither does Sans.

“I… Uhm, thank you, Sans.” You smile, feeling the weight on your shoulders get easier to carry, “for believing me, and listening to me, and not just vaporizing me on the spot with your Divine Skeleton Death Blast.”

“…my what?”

“It’s a spell for Necromancers in Dungeons and Dragons. We should play it sometime, it’s such a good game for nerds.”

“nerds? count me in.”

You fall into a comfortable silence this time, letting yourself relax now that you’re not going at this alone anymore.

You can expect some things to pick up now, right? You know Sans is still a nerd, so surely he’ll be working on some things in his own time? Actually, he’s a lazy guy still, so you might have to wait just a little while longer.

“hey, [y/n].”

“Yes, Sans?”

“uhm… thank you…” He mumbles, his cheeks a soft pink, “for trusting me… i know how scary it is to… to admit this stuff. so… yeah, thanks.”

You feel yourself smiling involuntarily, heat picking up on your own cheeks as well. “Don’t mention it, bone boy.”

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Dom Mysterio x Reader

Chapter Twenty | Where It All Started…

I woke up to someone pulling me into them, my ass fitting perfectly in their crotch and their hands cupping my breasts.

“Finn. Push over,” I said while pushing forward.

Pushing his mouth up to my ear, his hot breath covering my neck. “Finn, huh? That’s who you think is pressed against you? Does it feel like Finn?”

There was no denying his smooth voice skating down my back. “Dom. Don’t let go.”

I thought I dreamed it when I woke up with my head against his chest and his hand finding my ass. “Hey sleepy head,” he hummed.

“You’re really here. Where’s Finn?”

“I kicked him out. For some reason he was sleeping in my bed with my girl half naked. Is there something you want to tell me?” Dom asked fully clothed with his ankles crossed and arm still around me.

“No, don’t be silly. I’m not attracted to him. He was comforting me, seeing some girl on top of you wasn’t fun for me. She doesn’t seem like she’s acting, her part seems all too real.” I said sitting up.

He looked at me in this way I couldn’t figure out, almost like he had no real thoughts on Liv. “I can’t speak for her intentions, mi amore. I know it’s the script, I don’t want her, and I’m not going to fuck her for any script. Did my dick react when she did that? For a second because I want pussy. That doesn’t mean I want hers.”

Leaning into my palms I leaned over and let over mouths softly touch. Dom kissed me back before his mouth opened on mine and I felt him touch push against mine.

Straddling his lap I let my arms fall around his neck before he pulled away just enough to get his words out. “Tell me you haven’t take any pills. Tell me you aren’t high.”

Still kissing his neck at every word I stopped myself. “I’m not high, Dominik.”

“When was the last pill? How many?” His hands were holding my hips in place.

Sitting back, I stared at him in disbelief, “Last night. Two. Happy now?”

Pushing me down to the bed and off his lap he leaned over the bed. “I’m not fucking you high. I’m not gonna support your old pill habit. The last time I fucked you high I felt like a fucking rapist. I had no idea how much you remembered or wanted it. I’m not doing it again.”

“Are you kidding me, Dom? The last time you fucked me high was high school on the ski trip where you saw every pill Blaine fed me and every drink I threw on top of the high. I was doing what everyone was doing. I knew we had sex, Dom.” I held onto his shirt forcing him to hover above me even more.

Scoffing, Dom, looked down at me. “Blaine kept getting you high all night. The amount of vodka on top of that would have anyone fucked up. We didn’t have sex just one time either, babe.”

Waiting for him to continue, I opened my legs letting him adjust to the space between them and kiss his neck as he spoke. “He was hellbent on proving we fucked or were fucking, who knows. He kept that fucking dumb game going with the dares. More and more drastic every-time.”

“I remember, Dom.” My hands fisted the fabric of his shirt and pulled him closer.

“Do you? You couldn’t even stand up without help. Blaine dared you to kiss me, that’s when it went from bad to worse.” His legs pushed up against mine and I could feel his body finally press against mine. “I looked in your eyes and you weren’t there. You were high on pills, I could have been anyone Blaine told you to fuck in front of our friends. I felt like a fucking predator.”

That night came back to me years later in broken pieces and shame.

Blaine hadn’t forced me to get fucked up the way I was on day two of our senior ski trip. I did it all on my own every time I asked him for another pill or opened a new bottle of liquor. 

I avoided eye contact with Dom until I was messed up enough to not notice him judging me. I was tired of overcoming everything, I was tired of watching him and Marie or wonder how much I would lose him. I wanted to get numb and stay numb until I decided so that’s what I did.

Blaine made it his personal mission to prove Dom and I were fucking only he was about five months too late. Marie had occupied that space now. It didn’t stop the flirting or teasing but we hadn’t actually slept together for a while. Blaine didn’t know that and that’s what fueled his mission the night we played Dares.

It was Blaine’s favorite twisted game to bring out when everyone was drunk enough to not want to argue with him. Marie joined us but we all knew the girl who refused to let loose wasn’t about to partake in anything.

Blaine started with Ashley who he dared to run outside naked while on IG Live then he moved to his other best friend Jaden who he dared to play condom roulette with his girlfriend since middles school. He had poked holes in only some of the stash and Jaden completed the deed before coming back. 

For some reason people couldn’t say no to him. He was cruel, manipulative and everything he said was dripping with anterior motives. 

“Your turn babe. Don’t let me down,” he smirked at me while I sat on his lap. Dropping down to my knees between his legs I guess his dare before he spoke again. “I want you to fuck Dominik. Right here in front of everyone.”

I swallowed hard, finding Dom’s eyes and trying to stay composed. Any tick could give Blaine what he wants, the truth that we had been hiding.

“Or just tell us the truth babe. I want every horny detail of how you fucked your step brother.”

Turning around I stood up, “He’s not my step brother, we aren't related. Why are you doing this?”

“As your boyfriend I think it’s weird that you don’t put out unless he’s in the room. I wanna know why. You wanna fuck him? I wanna watch.” His hand slapped my ass like I would bring him home a championship. 

Walking over to Dom I grabbed the vodka bottle, drowning my liver or whatever organs could get drunk off it. Silently, I stared at him waiting for him to talk. “Blaine, you can’t be serious. I’m not fucking your girl.”

“Don’t be such a pussy. It’s just sex. Maybe your girlfriend wants to know why you get hard for your sister too.”

Straddling his lap he tried to fight it but not the way I imagined. “I’m sorry, Dom.”

“We aren’t fucking in front of everyone. You’re fucking drunk and high.” Dom’s voice was full of rage at the idea.

Marie was watching closely at every move like it told a story we wouldn’t. “It’s just a dare, babe. Senior year is supposed to be wild and fun.”

“I need a condom,” he whispered to me while my hands caressed his face. Almost panic like we would forget in the heat of the moment.

“Confident, I like it.” Blaine showed from the armchair across from us, perfect view. 

Kissing Dom the room seemed to fall away completely. Our mouths were hungry for each other and our hands grabbed at what we could reach. 

“Fuck, slow down.” He whispered to me and it only made more of a mess between my legs for him. My hands works to pull on the waist band of his shorts and find him inside. 

Grabbing my hands and holding me still he barked his demands at me. “Slow down. Just ride it a little first. Let him suffer. My girlfriend is right there.”

Dom’s erection was pressing against his shorts when I readjusted myself and started rolling my hips. Chugging more vodka I tried to forget the people around us. 

I was spinning, drunk and high enough that my eyelids felt heavy so I let them clamp shut. “Oh my god, Blaine. I’m too wet. Please.”

I knew I said the wrong name but Blaine didn’t get to have that part of us. Dom and I behind closed doors was private, no one could have that.

Dom looked at Blaine like it was enough proof when he urged Dom to keep going with it. “Dude, how is that not enough proof? She said your name. She’s too fucked up to even know the difference.”

“I’ve said the wrong before. That doesn’t prove shit. Let her ride it.” Blaine wasn’t taking any amount of tampered evidence and it was pissing me off. 

Riding his lap I felt euphoric, airy and barely there. I was a ghost and shell of myself while I was rubbing my panties on Dom’s lap. I begged him to fuck me and watched him begrudgingly guide every inch of himself inside me before he exhaled. 

I continued to say Blaine’s name and ride Dom like one of my toys even though his anger was only building. His clenched fists, the way he would only breathe heavily with no groaning or moaning, the way he started at me pissed off. I knew I had crossed some line but it was protecting him.

Blaine couldn’t win that one and Dom would never forgive me otherwise. Hurting him was the only way I could protect him.

“You're mad I said his name instead of yours.” My hands found their way under his shirt, touching him.

“The one and only time I felt second choice. That doesn’t change the fact that I can’t fuck you while you’re high. I wanna know you’re here when I’m making you come.” His mouth covered my neck in kisses while my back arched.

“I’m here, Dom. Please.”

Dom pulled away, his hand immediately adjusting himself above me. “You haven’t even been cleared baby. I don’t wanna hurt you.”

I kept thinking to last night, how willing Finn was to touch me while Dom made excuses. My mind worked overtime thinking Liv had something to do with it. Dom took time to shake off the sass of his character but this would be a near kind of carrying your work home.

“There’s other ways to make each other feel good, Dom.”

His head fell, dipping, his hair only trapped by his hat he still had on. His face found mine, so close it hurt with my legs still tangled in his. “I don’t want to touch you, mi amore, I want to fuck you. It’s so hard to fucking control it with you like this.”

“Like what, Dominik? Desperate? Jealous?” I begged, hands still touch him under his shirt.

”No. No, with your legs open and your pussy wet. The way you fucking whimper for my dick. Fuck. I want to baby but I want more than we can do.” His hand dipped between us and I felt his fingers find my clit. “You wanna come on my fingers or my cock?”

“Dom,” I whispered and agreed forcing him to stop.

“Get dressed for the doctors. I’m gonna find Finn.” I watched him adjust himself and let me get ready all breathless the way he left me.

[bonny-kookoo]

I love how tongue tied Yoongi just kidnaps the mc whenever he wants 😂 do we get to see mc going to the packs house for the first time and how they spend their weekend together? If staff doesn’t interrupt their time together that is

While at first, some of the boys are a bit worried about Yoongi just.. bringing you over like that, they quickly warm up to the idea, both Taehyung and Jungkook eagerly playing around, the youngest especially happy to have someone to playfight with, the moment he notices you're not at all too fragile for that type of rough play.

And on the sidelines, there's Namjoon, watching, analyzing, already on his phone making notes.

"She's cute, isn't she?" Jimin says sitting down next to his packmate. "Its like she's always been a part of us here."

Namjoon nods, though more or less in acknowledgment. "I'm more interested in.. some things that she's been doing." He tells the younger wolf. "Taehyung had been talking to me about her speech. And if we go by his descriptions of how she behaves, it seems to imply that she's able to do more complex tasks like making tea or shower all by herself." He explains, locking his phone before he lets it fall into his lap.

"I mean, she's pretty chatty with the boys." Jimin agrees. "But I think you're probably thinking of something deeper?" He asks, and Namjoon nods, arms crossed.

"I don't believe she's a category five at all." He says, and Jimin seems to frown a little.

"I mean- she does show behavior that would make sense for a-" he starts, but Namjoon shakes his head.

"No, that's the wrong way to think about it." He tries to explain. "Dont think about what she can't do for a second, but what she can." The pack leader says. "She's entirely aware of her surroundings, of social norms, uses logic instead of instincts in a lot of cases, and even if she doesn't use complex language like we do, it's clear that she understands the concept of it." He rambles.

"But she still can't really speak, Namjoon. She still cries whenever she's taken away even though it's just to go home. She's still incredibly clumsy with most more.. I guess complicated tasks? She can't tie her shoes or button her coat-" jimin tries softly, and Namjoon cuts him off with a somber tone.

"What if she was never taught?" He asks. At that, Jimin's blood seems to run cold at what his packmate is suggesting. "Or what if something happened that made her forget? She's a dog hybrid, her left leg seems weaker than her right, and her left eye seems to be very sensitive to light.." He offers carefully.

"What're you suggesting?" Jimin asks, watching how you happily nuzzle into Jungkooks chest, curled fluffy tail wildly wagging as Taehyung laughs.

"Maybe a stroke. Maybe an accident with head injury. Or maybe neglect and she was never taught anything properly- theres hundreds of cases of this after all, especially in dog hybrids." Namjoon grimly responds. "We've never been shown any of her papers. We know nothing about her." He says as he watches your concentrated face while Jungkook tries to help you pronounce his name. "But I don't think she's so high on the scale. She could be a three at most, if you ask me." He shrugs.

"There's no way for us to know." Jimin sighs defeated, before he looks over at Namjoon who's got that signature look on his face whenever he's got a plan for something. "Or..?"

"I've got an idea." Namjoon simply offers, not giving away anything else.

All while you're simply happy to be surrounded by people who offer you happiness and comfort for once.

[waitlexist]

anyway I want to write more. A LOT MORE‼️‼️

I forgot some of the original lines from the game, so forgive me if it’s not 100% accurate. These are mostly the same if Luna is a male, with the exception of one of the conversations about Robin and the event where you sit on her lap(it pokes you) changing. Please give feedback, darlings(said platonically) <3

The < indicates the selected choice! Ask nicely and I might write the other choices 😈

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You are in the canteen. The loud chatters of other students drowns out most noise.

1) Sit with Luna | + Luna’s love <

— If the player has less than 30% love, Luna will be incredibly awkward, blushing and stammering and giving short responses. You think it might take a while for her to warm up.

-*-

— If the player has 30% or more love:

You slide into the seat across from Luna, who looks up at you with a smile.“Hey, you. Thank you for sitting next to me, friend.” She happily munches on her salad.

The two of you talk throughout lunch about random things.

- Lunch Dialogue (friendship edition)

“You’re friends with Robin, right? She/He plays a bunch of video games, right? What kinda games? Do you play any? I’d love to play some with you sometime. I’m the not the best, but I’ll try my hardest for you.”

-

If Robin’s confidence is low and the player is not in a relationship with them:

“I ran into Robin earlier today. We have English together. It was awkward, but, um, we talked about video games. An RPG, called Jaldur’s Door III. We apparently played the same class. But s/he hasn’t played any of the earlier games. I recommended her/him Divine: Untouched Evil 2, but s/he said s/he couldn’t play it for whatever reason…” Luna frowns. “Shame, I really would have liked to have someone to talk to about that…”

(AN: this is supposed to allude to the fact Robin is a poor mothafucka! Since Luna is a LI and not a PC, she would not be aware of his financial issues)

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If Robin’s confidence is high and the player is not in a relationship with them:

“Robin, um, talked to me today. S/He’s more social than I remember. We talked, and—”

If Robin is male: “He asked me if I could take his measurements and help him tailor some old dresses he got from some orphans. I didn’t know he was into cross dressing! It surprised me, but I’m happy to help.”

If Robin is female: “She asked me if I knew how to tailor suits. I was surprised, but, I told her I’d happily help if she or someone else needed any adjustments made to their clothes.”

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If Robin’s confidence is low and the player is in a relationship with them:

“You made a good choice, you know. In partner. Robin is sweet. S/He’ll treat you well. Er… I just worry s/he wouldn’t… well, fight for you. S/He’s kinda, too.. meek. So… maybe call me instead if you get into a bad situation.”

-

If Robin’s confidence is high and the player is in a relationship with them:

“You know… based on what little I knew about Robin before you started dating… I think you’ve really changed her/him for the better. I’ve seen her/him stand up for you in the hallways. Even seen her/him stand up for her/himself occasionally.” Luna smiles and gives you a friendly pat on the shoulder.

-

If the player’s clothes are frayed or in worse condition:

“I really like your outfit today, you know? The color suits you… oh, you have rips in your clothes. Here, let me patch that up real quick. It’ll only take five minutes. Better than having to buy new ones, yeah?” Luna reaches over and holds your arm. She looks up at you for confirmation.

1) Accept | + Luna’s love <

2) Decline

You nod and hold out your torn clothing, and she quickly procures a sewing kit from her bag. Luna happily fixes up your clothes.

“Y-you know, don’t you think the ability to mend clothing makes someone a good housewife…? Hm, oh, um, no reason… just thought about it.” She blushes and looks away.

(A/N: Luna would be a bit disappointed if PC said no here, but she wouldn’t be upset with PC, hence why she loses no love. She understands some people might be sentimental about their clothing or would prefer not to be touched.)

-

“You know, that greasy black/brown haired kid stares at you a whole lot. Are you two secretly dating or something..?”

1) Confirm

2) Deny

You shake your head vehemently, voicing a small complaint on how s/he’s a teensy bit obsessed.

Luna frowns. “If s/he ever bothers you, please tell me. I will kick the shit out of her/his tiny ass.” She turns to shoot her/him a glare across the cafeteria, which Kylar returns. | + + Jealousy

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If player’s love interest is Kylar:

“So, uh… I heard a rumor that you and, um… Kylar was her/his name? That you two were dating. You, um… like her/him? Is that true? ‘Cause I’ll tell people otherwise if you’re not.”

You shake your head. “Kylar is my (girl)boyfriend.”

“Er… um, wow, okay. I mean… I get it, I’m also freaky like that, but… I’m a bit worried for your safety. You’re a good, er… friend of mine, and I don’t want you to get hurt. So, if s/he makes you uncomfortable or hurts you… let me know. I will kick her/his ass.”

-

If player’s love interest is Great Hawk:

“So, how is Bird Brains doing? I haven’t seen her/him in a while. If s/he’s making you uncomfortable at all, please feel free to let me know. I’ll go over and scold her/him well and good.”

-

If player’s love interest is Whitney:

“So… how are things going with cig master? Good, right..? I know s/he makes you happy and all, but if s/he ever hurts you or makes you uncomfortable, I’ll happily kick her/his ass. Er.. hurt as in domestic abuse. Please don’t let me know if you do any kinky shit…” She looks away awkwardly.

You reassure her of your relationship, and she quickly lets go of the topic.

(AN: Since Luna is not a PC, she doesn’t really know Whitney’s vulnerable sides. And since she doesn’t, she thinks he’s just an asshole. Which is why her opinion of him is drastically lowered compared to how she views him as a PC.)

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If player has triggered Whitney’s dismissal event and intervened:

“I, um, heard that there was a thing with you and Whitney… I, um… I just think what you did was… amazing. Like… wonderful. You are a beautiful person. I just… I wanted to let you know.” Luna smiles, gazing at you adoringly. | + + + Love

“I’m not a fan of him/her myself, but… I kinda realize now that s/he’s like the rest of us. Fucked up by this place. So… yeah. You’re wonderful. I know I wasn’t the one who got saved, but, um, thank you. For putting more good into the world.”

-

If Sydney is pure and isn’t in a relationship with player:

“You know, Sydney is pretty cute. If s/he wasn’t so vehement on glazing the temple, I’d pine after her/him happily. And an absolute sweetheart. I would love to hold her/his hand and watch the stars.” She sighs dreamily. “You think s/he’s into polyamory..?” Luna wonders aloud, before shaking her head. “Never mind. Anyways.”

-

If Sydney is neutral and isn’t in a relationship with player:

“Is it just me, or has Sydney been a bit… ya know… freaky-er than normal lately. Like… maybe I’m crazy. I don’t fuckin’ know… still cute, though. And I still want to hold her/his hand, though…”

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If Sydney is corrupt and isn’t in a relationship with the player:

“Sydney’s been working at the store every time I do. I thought s/he preferred to spend her/his time at the temple…? S/he even coerced a customer to get a bigger, er,.. toy the other day. I like this change. I feel like he’s more… free now? Mm, maybe not the right word… open? Unrestrained…? It’s kinda… hot, you know?” She fidgets with her hair.

-*-

— If Luna is in a relationship with the player:

You slide into the seat across from Luna, and look up to see her pouting. “I, um… I’m new to relationships and all, but… I want to sit closer. I’m… clingy, sorry.”

1) Scold her for apologizing and invite her to next to you | + Love

2) Invite her to sit next to you | + Love

3) Invite her to sit in your lap | + + Love, + Lust | Promiscuity 2

4) Ask to sit in her lap | + Love, + Lust | Promiscuity 2 <

5) Shake your head and say you want your space | - Love

If the player is submissive/meek: “Um…” You manage to stifle a blush before looking up and fluttering your eyelashes at her. “May I… sit in your lap, please?”

If that player is neutral: “Hey, Luna…” She looks up, biting her lip nervously. “Let me sit in your lap, please?”

If the player is defiant: “Your pillowy thighs call to me. May I?” You grin and tilt your head.

Her face flushes bright red, and she sputters for a moment before covering her face. You hear a muffled “yes” escape her lips, and you stand, moving your tray next to hers and crawling into her lap.

If the player is tiny/small: You fit pretty well in her lap.

If the player is average: You’re a bit big for her lap, but the softness of her legs makes up for it.

If the player is large: You’re barely able to squeeze into her lap, but surprisingly enough, it’s quite comfortable despite your size difference.

You see her giddy, shy smile only for a moment as she wraps her arms around you and buries her face against your shoulder/neck(whichever is closer, depending on PC’s size). You can feel the warmth from her face seeping into your shoulder/neck. Your heart feels fuzzy. | - Trauma, - Stress

1) Continue with lunch <

2) Reach under her skirt | + + Lust, + Arousal | Promiscuity 5

- Lunch Dialogue (dating edition)

First time PC sits in Luna’s lap or Luna sits in PC’s lap:

She spends most of the time hiding her face, too embarrassed to do anything. There’s a mix of both relief and disappointment on her face once you finish eating, knowing she has to now let go/get up. You think she’d like to do this again, but it might take her a while to not be so embarrassed when doing so.

-

If player has another LI:

“H-hey, so… I know we already talked about my boundaries and all. I’m still polyamorous, of course, but, um.. er… never mind. It’s nothing.” Luna shakes her head. You have a feeling even if you asked, she wouldn’t open up.

-

If player has another LI and it has been more than a month of dating:

“Soo, tell me about this other person you’re seeing. I want all the details. I’m going to need them if we’re going to share, of course.” She hums, leaning against you.

-

If player’s LI is Robin:

“Soo, um… Robin. Do you think, um… s/he’d be into, a, um… th.. th… n-never mind!” She quickly finishes eating and darts out of the canteen. Odd.

-

If player’s LI is Robin and it’s been more than a month of dating:

“Mmm… so… Robin would be hard for a threesome, no? … that joke was unintentional.” She snickers behind her hand. “I don’t imagine her/him being into it… you’d have to give her/him puppy dog eyes. But it won’t be fun if you coerce her/him into it and she/he doesn’t really want to… maybe I should just ask her/him myself sometime.”

-

If player’s LI is Whitney:

“So, um… Whitney… s/he’s, um… h-h-hot. Yeah. And probably kinky, so, um, do you think… oh, never mind.” She quickly changes the subject.

-

If the players LI is Whitney and it’s been more than a month of dating:

“Okay, so, I have an idea. I flash Whitney my tits. Coerce her/him into threesome at my place— don’t worry, I’ll make sure it’s safe for her/him. No angry animals. Besides, I’m not really into the public degrading shit s/he does… I want those pretty faces of yours to only be seen by people I deem worthy.”

She raises a brow. “Yes, I deem Whitney worthy. S/He’s still an ass, but s/he makes you happy and occasionally treats you right. Anyway— thoughts on the plan?”

-

If the players LI is P!Sydney:

“Sydney… d-did I ever mention I thought s/he was, um…” she hesitates. “.. n-never mind…”

-

If the player’s LI is P!Sydney and it’s been more than a month of dating:

“So. I know you’re promised to Sydney and all… but I want in. I’m thinking… I can watch you two? Or maybe— ooh, that’s too kinky to say in public, never mind. Syd’s too innocent for that anyway.” She sighs.

-

If the player’s LI is C!Sydney:

“Um… you know, sometimes when I’m working at Sirris’ shop, I catch, um, S-Sydney, um… looking at some…” She’s too embarrassed to continue. Luna quickly takes a long sip of water before talking about something else.

-

If player’s LI is C!Sydney and it’s been more than a month of dating:

“Ok— darling. You’re not gonna believe me. I mentioned the idea of threesomes while I was working, and Sydney fucking said s/he’d try anything once. I’m going to ask straight forward, but, isn’t this exciting?” Luna clasps her hands together and picks her feet under the table. Somehow, in this kinky town, she didn’t expect anyone to be down for one.

-

If Luna is the player’s only LI, the player has expressed they have no desire in polyamory, and it’s been more than a month of dating:

“You know… I was wondering. I know I mentioned to you that I was polyamorous when we started dating. I’m probably just being dramatic, but… if you’re ever worried, I’m not unhappy or unsatisfied with this relationship. You are more than enough. I just like loving multiple people. I’m perfectly fine if I can’t.” She plants a kiss on your cheek, staining it with purple lipgloss. Luna snickers and wipes it away with her sleeve. “I love you, and only you.” Her green eyes stare at you like you’re the only thing in the world.

-

If the player know’s her secret and it’s been more than a month of dating:

“Ah.. canteen food is so boring. Ooh, you want some dust? Non-addictive, and will only get you slightly high.” Luna grins, leaning forward.

-*-

If player has let another school LI write on them:

“I, um… heard that you sometimes, let, um… other people write on you. I was wondering, um…” She bites the inside of her cheek and stares down at her lap, fidgeting with her hair nervously.

1) Offer | + Love + Lust <

1) Shake your head | - Lust

You hold out your arm and she happily takes it, pulling out a glitter pen from her bra and scribbling onto your arm. | + Arousal

—

List of various things Luna may write:

Anytime-

If the player has the fallen angel transformation: ‘Still worthy’, ‘Beautiful’, and ‘it’s ok’

If the player’s trauma is high: ‘Breathe’, ‘it’s ok’, and ‘I’m here :)’

If the player’s stress is high: ‘breathe’, ‘I’m here :)’

Not in a relationship, mid love-

‘Notebook’

‘My best friend’

‘Forest friend’

‘Pretty’

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Not in a relationship, high love-

‘Perfect’

‘(Platonic!) soulmate’

‘Darling’

If player has bird transformation: ‘Bird brains #2’

If player has angel transformation: ‘Godsend’

If player has demon transformation: ‘Silly imp’

If player has cat transformation: ‘El gato!’

If player has wolf transformation: ‘Perrito!’

If player has fox transformation: ‘No swiping’

In a relationship-

If player has fox transformation: ‘stole my heart’

If player has bird transformation: ‘my songbird’

If player has cow transformation: ‘My Moo-n’

‘Mine <3’

‘My love’

‘Queen of my heart’ (regardless of player gender, said gender neutrally)

‘My __’ can be human, angel, fox girl, etc., whatever the PCs current “race” is.

‘My favorite person’