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perotovar · 8 months ago

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bloody kisses — part two: i don't wanna be me

pairing: shane morrissey/tim rockford rating: E (18+) mdni word count: 6.6k content: vaguely takes place in the 00s, age gap (shane is 23, tim is 40), internalized homophobia, descriptions of a crime scene/injury (bullet wound and head trauma)(not shane or tim), heavy petting, oral (male receiving), protected p in a, discussions of dom/sub and top/bottom, tiny bit of misogyny (shane is ignorant af and it's like 2002 lol), first time bottoming, shane's internal battles, tim being a really fucking good partner, f e e l i n g s, seriously this is sappy y'all, if i missed anything lmk! dividers: @saradika-graphics beta: @chronically-ghosted (seriously i can't explain how much taylor has helped with this story, go give her some love!)

series summary: shane has been in denial about himself for a while. newly single and with the help of one of his favorite singers, he opens his eyes to a new venture he could possibly take: the cop he sees on a semi-regular basis, detective tim rockford.

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Shane locked himself in his bedroom for three days after the disaster at Tim’s apartment. He’s never felt so stupid in his life. How could he just… kiss him like that?

Why did he do that?

He thought about that moment constantly, for hours at a time. Tim’s lips, for how briefly they’d touched his own, felt so… correct. They were soft, a little chapped, but warm. It was like things clicked into place for him. He doesn’t remember any kisses with Raven ever feeling like that. Or any girl he’d been with, for that matter.

He hated himself for how good it felt. Especially because Tim ended it before it ever really began.

Shane wasn’t sure if there was anyone else he could go to about any of this. Legally, he still lived with his mom and her husband in their downtown apartment, but they never saw each other. He basically had his own area of the apartment to himself. His mom and her husband made enough that they didn’t really notice or care what Shane did with his life. He didn’t have any goals, and he guessed that’s why he did petty crimes like he did. He was just so fucking bored.

And now he was dealing with… this.

He stared at Tim’s business card, his thumb rubbing over the older man’s name. He was curled up on his bed, holding one of his pillows close. He looked at the clock on his bedside table. The bright green text read 2:18am. He sighed to himself and rolled over onto his back.

He wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight.

Nobody noticed a change in Tim at work. If they did, they were professional enough not to bring it up. He felt fucking awful for how things went down with Shane. He wanted to reciprocate so badly, but Shane was vulnerable and Tim didn’t want to take advantage of him like that.

“Boss, I got those files you needed.”

Tim looked up from his desk, pen still in hand while he filled out the paperwork for a robbery he’d taken care of the day before. He’d thought about Shane and his magazine the entire time. “Thank you,” he grunted, pointing at an empty spot on his desk. “Can just set it there, please.”

The agent set it down and took off, getting back to work.

Tim looked back down at the file he was working on and sighed, losing his focus. He looked over at the phone on his desk and frowned. He didn’t have Shane’s number so he couldn’t call him. He wanted to tell Shane that what happened wasn’t wrong, or even unwanted.

The sound of heavy footsteps brought him out of his thoughts. Matthews, his partner, slammed Tim’s office door open.

“There’s been a shooting!”

Tim furrowed his brows, pushing his thoughts of Shane away for now, and focusing on the task at hand. “Where? Do we know anything else?” He asked, opening the drawer in his desk to put his gun holster on over his shoulders.

“Yeah, it was at a liquor store downtown. We have an idea of who the victim is based on descriptions from the employee working at the time, but not of the shooter,” Matthews answered, handing Tim’s trenchcoat to him.

The two detectives made their way to Tim’s car and sped off to the crime scene.

“His name is Howard Xavier, and he’s twenty-eight,” Watson, the cop who was in the area, explained. “He’s on his way to the hospital now, but he looks to be in decent condition.”

Tim nodded, eyes looking over the crime scene. Flashes of photos being taken filled the peripheries of his vision. There were bottles of wine and hard liquor crashed everywhere. “Looks like Xavier tried to run from the shooter,” he mumbled, crouching down to look at the dirty boot prints on the linoleum floor.

“Do you think they knew each other?” Matthews asked.

Tim sighed, looking up at his partner before standing again. “Who’s to say?” He shrugged. “Maybe. Do we have any information on any relatives or associates?”

“No family, but we’ve found a couple of friends on file,” Matthews replied. “I think we’ve got them back at the station.”

Tim nodded. “Let’s head back and see what we can find.”

“Yes, sir.”

Tim couldn’t believe his fucking eyes.

Known Associates: Tracy Wynanski and Shane Morrissey.

This had to have been the coincidence to end all coincidences or Tim had an insane amount of luck. There was a phone number for Tracy, but no address. He stepped out of his office and approached his secretary, an older woman by the name of Dolores.

“Can you get me Shane Morrissey’s file, please?” He asked, voice a little more gruff than he’d intended.

“Of course, sweetie, give me one moment,” Dolores smiled, rolling her chair to the file cabinets.

Shane’s file in hand, he sat back at his desk and started looking through the files for Howard Xavier again. A bullet wound to the thigh, and blunt force trauma to the head.

He figured it’d be easy to get the professional parts out of the way first and called Tracy, asking if she knew anything about the shooting. She said she didn’t, since her and Howard hadn’t seen each other in a couple of months. She’d gone back home to Philadelphia after a breakup.

“Thank you, Tracy,” he said. “Do you happen to know Shane Morrissey? He’s one of Howard’s other known associates and I’d like to ask if he knows anything.”

Tracy let out a bitter laugh and said, “Oh, I know Shane. He can kiss my ass for all I care.”

“Ms. Wynanski, please–”

“I don’t have a number for him, but I can tell you where he lives. Not saying he’ll be there, though,” she paused. “Likes to frequent this one house full of his ‘friends’ when he’s not at home moping.”

Tim felt his entire body relax, shutting his eyes as he took a deep breath. “That will be very helpful. Thank you, Ms. Wynanski. Do you have the address for the other house?”

“Yeah. I wouldn’t go in there like you’re looking for him, though. They’ll all run off.”

“I can handle it. Thank you, Ms Wynanski.”

After confirming that the address Tracy had matched the one they had on file, and wrote down the other address, he called Matthews, who decided to check on Xavier at the hospital.

“He’s stable. He’ll probably stay here for a couple of days,” his partner said through the phone.

“Alright. I’ve got a lead on one of his associates. It’s fucking Morrissey, John,” Tim chuckled.

“You’re shitting me. Employee at the liquor store said Xavier looked like he walked out of the Satanic Temple so I guess I’m not too surprised.”

Tim rolled his eyes and snorted, making one last note on Howard’s file. “I’m gonna head out and look for him. Could you go to one of these addresses for me?”

“Sure thing, Tim. Don’t get trapped in some ritual sacrifice.”

“Fuck off,” Tim laughed.

Tim decided to go to the second house full of Shane’s “friends”. He figured it was more likely that he was there, and he was right. It looked like it was a gathering of about ten or fifteen other kids around Shane’s age, all dressed in similar clothing.

The house was filled with smoke and had music playing, so he decided it was better if he stayed in his car until Shane came outside. He didn’t want to embarrass the kid.

It didn’t take too long, Shane stumbling out of the house and laughing loudly. Tim turned the key, the engine for his Caprice coming to life. Shane startled and looked over, eyes locking with Tim’s behind the wheel.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Shane barked, stomping over to the passenger window and glaring at the older man.

“I need your help,” Tim said softly.

Shane rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. “Did you fucking stalk me here? You can’t be here– They can’t see me with you.”

“Then get in. They won’t know.” Tim looked up at him, eyes softening when he saw the clear hurt on Shane’s face. He wasn’t very angry by the looks of it. Just upset.

Shane scoffed, looked back at the house, and raised his arms in defeat. “Fine,” he grumbled, opening the passenger side door and sitting down.

“Seatbelt.”

“Eat me, old man,” Shane rolled his eyes. He lifted a leg and rested his chunky boot on the car’s dashboard.

Tim sighed heavily and didn’t argue. He’ll just clean his car later. “You wanna talk at the station or at my apartment?”

Shane bit his lip, picking at a rip in his jeans and making it worse. “I don’t wanna go to the station.”

“Figured as much,” Tim exhaled, looking behind the car for any oncoming traffic and pulling out of the neighborhood towards his apartment.

Shane stared at Tim’s arms underneath the tight white dress shirt, the fabric pulling at the thick muscle. He wondered what Tim looked like on top of him, those strong arms pinning him to a mattress and–

“You know a Howard Xavier, right?” Tim asked, eyes squinting at the file in his hands.

The two of them were seated at the table in Tim’s dining room, the surface in front of them covered in documents and files.

“Yeah, that’s X,” Shane mumbled, picking at his nails so he could hide the pink in his cheeks.

Tim raised a brow but didn’t comment, nodding. “Do you know if he had any enemies, Shane?” He asked, digging his glasses out of his front pocket and putting them on. “That’s better,” he said to himself, the text on the files clearing up.

Shane blinked a couple times, the sight of Tim wearing glasses doing more for him than he thought possible. His breathing picked up a little, heart pounding in his chest when Tim made eye contact with him, waiting for Shane to answer. “U-um, I don’t think so? X was always pretty chill,” he mumbled.

Tim nodded and took notes on a sticky pad. Tim’s phone started ringing, making the older man get up and answer it. “Rockford,” he grunted into the receiver.

Shane stayed seated and kept to himself, listening to the one sided conversation.

“You’re shitting me. He did? Thanks, John. Yeah. You too. Have a good night.”

Tim exhaled and hung up the phone, clicking his pen. “Good news,” he smiled, taking his seat at the table across from Shane. “Xavier woke up and described the shooter. My partner found him.”

Shane nodded, tapping his fingers against the surface of the table. “‘S good,” he mumbled.

Tim watched Shane’s face closely, eyes trailing over the piercings and the messy hair. “I’m sorry I took you away from your party,” he said softly.

“‘S okay. Don’t like those guys very much,” Shane shrugged. Now that he was here, he was having a hard time not curling in on himself again. He couldn’t even look Tim in the eye without thinking about what his lips felt and tasted like.

Tim furrowed his brows. “Why do you hang out with them, then?” He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. He didn’t want to pry, but it was sort of his job to find information. Shane wasn’t a job, though. He was much more than that.

Shane sighed and angrily looked at Tim for a second before looking away again. “Why do you care?”

Tim bit his lip, fiddling with his tie. “You really wanna know, kid?”

“Wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t,” he rolled his eyes.

“Because I see a lot of myself in you, Shane,” Tim admitted gently, crossing one leg over the other.

Shane furrowed his brows and looked at Tim incredulously.

“It’s true. Would you believe me if I said I got arrested? Was about your age, too.” Tim chuckled as he remembered what caused his arrest.

A small smile grew on Shane’s face. “What’d you do?”

“Public Indecency.”

Shane’s eyes grew three times in size. “Did you get caught having sex? Were you streaking?” He giggled, the tips of his ears turning red.

“Uh, well,” Tim chuckled. “I was in my car at the time and having sex.”

Shane laughed, face as red as a tomato. His thoughts flooded with images of what Tim having sex looked like. What sort of faces did he make? What kind of sounds did he make? Was he more dominant or submissive?

“Were you going down on her or…?”

“Him,” Tim answered easily. “And no, we were uh… I was found on top of him.”

Shane froze, eyes wide. He looked away, his heart pounding in his chest. He looked back at Tim briefly before settling his eyes on Tim’s tie. “You’re…?” He asked shakily.

“Yeah, kid,” Tim chuckled. Shane looked terrified and it broke Tim’s heart. “I said I was here for you if you needed me. I still am.”

Shane squeezed his eyes shut and let out a heavy, shaky breath. He rubbed his sweaty palms against his jeans and looked at Tim with wet, glossy eyes. “I don’t– I don’t understand,” he shook his head in disbelief. “You don’t seem–”

“Not every gay person is really flamboyant, Shane.”

Shane blushed in embarrassment. “Why did you turn away from me, then? Why didn’t you kiss me back?” He frowned, voice shaky and hurt.

Tim’s eyes rounded, his whole face becoming softer. “I wanted to,” he admitted, looking down at Shane’s ring-clad hands. “But it wasn’t fair to you. I didn’t… I didn’t want to take advantage of you like that.”

“Take advantage–! I kissed you!” Shane roared.

“You were vulnerable and confused. And,” Tim gulped. “And I’m a lot older than you, it’s… It’s not appropriate.” He shook his head, closing his eyes briefly at how much it hurt to say out loud.

“Tim,” Shane whimpered, biting his lip. He felt a thick lump in his throat. He couldn’t believe he was having this conversation right now. He couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth. It felt like he was having an out of body experience. “I don’t care about that, I’m– I’m more worried about you being a cop than being older than me. I’m an adult,” he scoffed, his bottom lip trembling.

Tim couldn’t hold in the chuckle that bubbled out of him. “I know you are. I just don’t– I don’t know how this could continue–”

“Please, shut up,” Shane begged, getting out of his chair and making his way over to Tim. He looked down at the older man, face burning, and slowly crawled into Tim’s lap, wrapping his arms around Tim’s neck. “I don’t wanna talk anymore,” he whispered. “I don’t wanna think anymore. Please.”

Tim’s hands instinctively found their place on Shane’s hips. His eyes moved from Shane’s to the younger man’s lips, then back up. “Are you sure?” He asked softly, rubbing his thumbs into Shane’s hip bones.

“No,” Shane mumbled. “Well, yes, but… No.”

Tim raised a brow and smirked. “How about we take things slow.”

Shane nodded, biting his lip. “Okay.”

Tim smiled and softly connected their lips, caressing Shane’s head, thumb rubbing at his jaw. Shane whimpered quietly as he tentatively kissed back. His lips trembled against Tim’s, soft huffs of air expelling out from between them. He’d kissed before but this was so… different. The feeling of Tim’s facial hair against his lips was weird. Good, but weird.

Shane experimentally ran his tongue along Tim’s bottom lip. Tim took the hint and softly caressed Shane’s tongue with his own, making the younger man gasp into his mouth. Tim squeezed Shane’s narrow hips, trying to ground him, and sighed into the kiss. It built a little over time, but eventually, they found a rhythm. The soft clinking of metal from Shane’s earrings filled the otherwise silent apartment. They learned each other over the course of their kissing. Tim learned that Shane liked to nibble and bite, and Shane learned that Tim liked to encompass him entirely, like he could devour Shane’s mouth if given the chance.

When Tim pulled away for some much needed air, Shane whined in protest, his face leaning toward Tim’s to keep going. “Slow your roll, kid,” Tim chuckled, pressing his forehead to Shane’s and panting quietly. Shane blushed, and chewed his swollen bottom lip while he waited. “C’mere,” Tim grunted, tugging Shane’s leather duster off his shoulders. Shane went along with it, pulling his arms free before the sound of squeaky leather fell into a heap on the floor.

Large hands ran over Shane’s hips and waist, but never ventured lower. Shane shivered when Tim’s blunt nails lightly scratched at the exposed skin of his lower back as his t-shirt rode up. Shane’s cock twitched in interest, making him blush high on his cheeks.

“‘s okay, sweetheart,” Tim hummed. He rolled his hips a little, his own half-hard cock rubbing against Shane’s.

Shane’s eyes grew twice their size at the feeling and looked down at the bulge in Tim’s slacks. He squeezed his eyes shut and turned his face away. His imagination was a lot easier to handle than the real thing pressing into his inner thigh.

Tim furrowed his brows in concern and rubbed Shane’s skin underneath his t-shirt comfortingly. “What are you thinking about?” He asked softly.

Shane inhaled heavily, and slowly let out a deep breath before turning his head back toward Tim. He opened his eyes, but didn’t make contact. “Just… weird. Feeling your…”

Tim hummed in acknowledgement. “Do you want to stop?”

Shane shook his head, eyes still burning holes into Tim’s slowly rising and falling tummy.

“Need to hear you say it, sweetheart.”

“N-no, I don’t want to stop,” Shane whispered.

“Do you want to lie down? There’s no expectation for anything,” Tim said, sitting up a little more in the dining room chair.

The stretch in Shane’s thighs suddenly overtook any doubts he had, making him shakily get up from Tim’s lap. He was used to having someone sit on his lap like that and being in that position made his stomach hurt.

Tim laced his fingers through Shane’s and gently guided him to his bedroom. He kept the lights low and rubbed his thumb over Shane’s knuckles. “You okay?”

Shane stared at Tim’s bed and swallowed a lump in his throat. “Y-yeah,” he croaked.

Tim chewed on his lip in thought and let go of Shane’s smaller hand. He gave Shane some space as he took off his glasses and removed the tie he was wearing. He toed off his dress shoes and put them in his closet. When he turned around after unbuttoning his dress shirt, Shane was sitting on his bed, hands curled up into fists on his ripped jean-covered thighs.

Tim sighed softly and sat next to him on the bed. “What’s goin’ through that pretty head of yours?” He asked, tugging on pieces of Shane’s hair that were sticking straight out.

Shane shut his eyes and took another deep breath. “I’m just… I’m having a hard time being… like, the female part.” He curled in on himself, his shoulders hiding his ears.

Tim blinked a couple times. “Sweetheart, we’re both men.”

“I-I know that! I just,” he swallowed a lump in his throat. “Usually, I’m in your position. Taking charge.”

“I see,” Tim sighed, getting more comfortable and turning toward him. Shane did the same, but didn’t make eye contact with him. “Can you look at me, sweetheart?”

Shane blushed, those big brown eyes of his lifting up to meet Tim’s.

“Alright, firstly, who told you there were ‘male’ and ‘female’ roles?” Tim raised a brow.

“W-well, uh–”

“It’s alright, I already know who. Lesson number one,” Tim smiled reassuringly. “Just because you’re sitting on my lap, letting me ‘take charge’, doesn’t mean you’re weak, honey.”

Shane gulped and nodded, taking all of this in. Tim felt like a professor. Probably the first one Shane would ever listen to.

“And women aren’t weak, so get that out of your head, too.”

Shane let out a heavy breath. This was a lot to take in.

“Did you feel good?” Tim asked, picking up one of Shane’s hands and rubbing his thumb over the scabbed knuckles. When Shane nodded jerkily, Tim grinned, his chest feeling warm at the admission. “That’s all that matters. Think of it this way,” he paused. Shane hung onto every word. “Everything we do? It’s with your say-so. You’re driving the car here.”

Shane blinked as he thought about it. He could work with that. “Oh,” he said quietly.

“You want me to make you feel good again?” Tim smiled, eyes crinkling in the corners. Shane’s heart thundered at the sight.

“Y-yes.”

“Go ahead and lay back for me, alright?”

Shane nodded and got comfy, head cradled by Tim’s fluffy pillows. His entire body was buzzing and tense. He kept his eyes on Tim’s popcorn ceiling, the sounds of Tim’s belt jingling filling the room. When the bed dipped with Tim’s weight, Shane’s heart stuttered a little. One of Tim’s big hands cupped his cheek and gently turned his face so he could look at Tim again. Shane wasn’t expecting the softness in Tim’s features, or the heat in his eyes.

Tim rubbed Shane’s cheek with his thumb. “We don’t have to go far tonight. There’s no rush.”

Shane nodded, letting out a shaky breath. “Okay.”

This time, when their lips connected, Shane eased into it a lot sooner, kissing the older man with renewed fervor. He sighed into it, the warmth radiating off of Tim being an endless source of comfort. He gripped onto Tim’s opened dress shirt and tugged it down his shoulders. Tim released Shane’s lips briefly while he shrugged the shirt off and tossed it on the floor. Shane moaned weakly when Tim surged forward and sucked his bottom lip between his own.

Shane’s head was fuzzy, all the blood there rushing down between his legs. He gasped when Tim rolled him over and hovered over him, pressing his hips between Shane’s thighs. Tim took his time with him, kissing him languidly while he unbuckled Shane’s jeans.

“Can I touch you?” Tim breathed between kisses.

Shane nodded quickly, holding the sides of Tim’s head and tangling his fingers in the short, thick locks of Tim’s hair. Tim smiled against the younger man’s lips and pulled Shane’s baggy, ripped jeans off. Shane toed off his own socks before wrapping his legs around Tim’s thick waist. Tim was so much larger than Shane was and it made his head spin.

Tim’s hands played with the bottom of Shane’s t-shirt and slowly lifted it up, bunching under his armpits. He pulled away to look at Shane’s torso and grinned when he saw the small tattoos there. Both hands holding Shane’s sides, he gently rubbed at the younger man’s nipples, making Shane gasp. Goosebumps and flushed skin covered his entire body in seconds, making Shane lightly smack Tim’s shoulder. Tim laughed lightly and softly kissed his way down Shane’s torso until he was eye level with the tent in the younger man’s boxers.

Shane blushed hard, eyes wide. “W-what are you doing?”

Tim raised a brow and tilted his head slightly, tugging on the elastic of Shane’s boxers. “Said I’d make you feel good, sweetheart.”

Shane blinked. “B-but isn’t that…”

“There are no roles. But if you don’t want me to, then–”

“I do!” Shane smacked his hand over his own mouth and shut his eyes, hoping the bed would swallow him whole.

A wolfish smirk crossed Tim’s features as he lowered his head, kissing along Shane’s pelvis. Shane whimpered at the feeling of Tim’s facial hair across his skin, his body shuddering. “Breathe, sweetheart,” Tim whispered, shutting his eyes to suck gently at Shane’s hip and leaving a mark.

Shane forced himself to take a deep breath, shutting his eyes to center himself. When he opened his eyes, Tim quirked a brow up at him as he tugged on Shane’s boxers again. Shane nodded his consent and almost groaned at the cool air in the apartment hitting his throbbing cock. Tim hummed appreciatively and didn’t waste a second, kissing the tip, then making his way down the shaft.

Shane moaned openly gripping the sheets of the bed into tight fists. “T-Tim, what–”

“Shh…” Tim whispered, engulfing the head of Shane’s cock in his mouth. He moaned at the taste and watched Shane’s face as he slowly bobbed his head up and down. Shane’s eyes rolled back and arched his back off the bed.

Shane felt his cheeks throb and the blood rushing in his ears, doing everything in his power to keep his hips down. When his hips bucked up on their own, he moaned weakly, looking at Tim’s face to make sure he didn’t choke him. What he found instead made his cock twitch.

This was one of Tim’s favorite things to do. Making his partner feel good with his mouth was something he always got pleasure out of and Shane was no different. In fact, this was probably one of the more rewarding times, because this was the first time a man had done this for him. He felt good knowing he got to be the first, and a little possessive side of him liked the idea even more.

Eyes shut, Tim moaned around Shane’s length, losing himself in it. He gripped Shane’s hips and rubbed the bones there to soothe him. Shane’s chest rose and fell quickly as he watched. He felt a little embarrassed to admit that this was probably the best head he’d ever received.

Tim opened his eyes, keeping an eye on any changes in Shane’s face.

Shane felt his balls drawing up, making him moan weakly. “I-I’m gonna–” He cut himself off, gripping the sheets tighter. Tim doubled his efforts, bobbing his head a little faster. “Oh, fuck,” Shane whined, his thighs trembling on either side of Tim’s head.

Tim moved his hands up Shane’s torso and rubbed at the younger man’s nipples again, urging him on.

“W-wait, wait–” Shane gasped, smacking his hand against Tim’s shoulder as the pressure built and built. Tim watched closely and if he could, he’d grin to himself as he watched Shane’s eyes roll back. Shane’s entire body stilled and he came hard, thick ropes of cum shooting down Tim’s throat. Shane’s moans went up three octaves as he shook with pleasure, his toes curling.

Tim swallowed everything and slowly, gently, raised his head. He licked Shane clean, kissing back up his torso. Once he was hovering over Shane again, Tim smiled at the blissed out expression on his face. He chuckled lightly and kissed Shane’s cheek.

“Still with me?”

Shane shivered at the gravelly tone of Tim’s voice. It must be an octave or two lower than normal given what he’d just done. He slowly blinked his eyes open and didn’t have the energy to hold back the smile when he saw Tim’s handsome face. “Yeah, ‘m here,” he mumbled, his body feeling heavy and sated.

“Good. You should get some rest, sweetheart.” Tim’s laugh rumbled in his chest.

Shane pouted, big brown eyes glazed over, but determined. “What about you?”

“I’ll be okay. Get some rest,” Tim said, kissing Shane’s forehead. “Can I take your shirt off?” He asked, pulling the material down from where it was bunched up under his armpits.

Shane nodded, watching in awe as Tim took care of him. It was at this moment that Shane realized Tim was completely serious with him. He wouldn’t make fun of him, or use him. Shane felt tears prickling behind his eyes, but quickly blinked them away.

“Be right back, okay? Gonna get you some water,” Tim grunted quietly, crawling off the bed. Shane didn’t have the energy to argue, and just watched Tim’s broad back leave the bedroom.

When Tim returned with the glass of water, he was greeted with the sight of Shane’s sleeping form. He smiled at him, and set the water on the nightstand closest to Shane.

He got himself undressed, making sure to be careful of his own half-hard cock. Once he was down to his boxer briefs, he crawled into bed behind Shane and held the younger man close. The day caught up with him as he laid there, eyes trailing over the messy curls and multiple piercings in Shane’s ears.

He drifted off quickly, and had a dreamless sleep.

Twitch. Twitch.

Shane groaned in his sleep.

What was that?

He slowly opened his eyes, blinking as he adjusted to the light. He tried to turn and feel what was poking against his back, but he was held firmly in place by… Were those arms?

Shane’s eyes snapped open as the memories from the night before came flooding back. His cheeks burned as he looked down and saw the strong, very male, hands holding him close to a broad chest. Tim huffed in his sleep, making Shane smile shyly. He couldn’t deny it, being held by Tim felt really good. It was so warm.

He tried rotating in Tim’s arms, silently exhaling in relief when he didn’t seem to wake the older man. He felt the twitching again and looked down between their bodies.

Oh.

Shane smiled at the sight of Tim’s morning wood through his boxer briefs. He looked back up at Tim’s sleeping face and decided against doing anything until he’d woken up. For now, he ran his fingers through the thin layer of chest hair on Tim’s skin. It seemed obvious when he thought about it, but it was so different than when he was with a woman. He didn’t feel like he had to hide with Tim. Tim wouldn’t judge him.

Tim made him feel safe.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about, sweetheart?”

Shane startled and looked up, Tim’s soft smirk and sleepy eyes greeting him. He shook his head in lieu of an answer.

When Tim grumbled in response, it reminded Shane of a bear.

“Do you want… You need help with that?” Shane asked timidly, pointing between their bodies. Their legs were tangled together and they were touching everywhere. The proximity and the feeling of warmth radiating from between Tim’s legs had Shane throbbing in no time.

Tim snorted and leaned forward, kissing Shane sleepily. Shane moaned into it, grinding his own cock against Tim’s. Tim pulled back and panted a little against Shane’s lips.

“We don’t have to. I’ll be okay–”

Shane cut him off by gripping Tim’s ass and squeezing. When Tim made a small noise of surprise, Shane smirked, attempting to pull Tim onto his own lap. “I want to,” he said, voice determined, but shaky. “I want… I wanna know what it feels like. I have to make sure.”

Tim blinked at him, a little shocked by the sudden change in Shane’s behavior. One of his legs was draped over Shane’s waist as he cupped the younger man’s face. Shane seemed to melt at the gesture, making Tim smirk. “Are you sure?” He asked, brows pinched in concern. He didn’t want Shane to rush into anything.

“Yes,” Shane nodded.

There was more conviction in that one word than a lot of things Shane had ever said to him, so Tim smiled softly at him. He held onto Shane’s thighs and rolled them over so he was hovering over Shane again, and rubbed the smooth skin comfortingly. “Alright. Lube and condoms are in the top drawer,” he nodded his head toward the nightstand.

With pink cheeks and a determined expression on his face, Shane reached over and dug out the necessary equipment. Everything really settled in his gut when he was holding everything. This was really going to happen. This wasn’t some dream he’d come up with while he was alone in his bedroom, looking at the cracks and fist-sized holes in his walls.

“C’mere,” Tim grunted, gently taking the items from him and holding Shane’s hip. “Gotta get you prepared, okay? Don’t want it to hurt for you.”

Shane nodded appreciatively and watched as Tim discarded his own underwear, kneeling on the bed between Shane’s thighs. He looked the older man over, eyes raking over the messy, gray curls and pillow creases on Tim’s cheeks. His eyes traveled down over the broad shoulders and chest, and down to the swell of Tim’s stomach. That was probably one of Shane’s favorite parts. His eyes landed on the thick cock between muscled thighs and Shane bit his lip. He had to remind himself not to pinch his arm, because this was real.

Tim carefully got the condom secured around his cock and drizzled some lube on his fingers. “You ready?” He smiled down at Shane, chest warm at the sight of him. Shane nodded, smiling shyly up at him.

Tim curled his fingers around Shane’s cock and pumped slowly. Shane sighed and shut his eyes, lips parting. Tim couldn’t help himself and surged forward, kissing the younger man deeply. He kept his hand on him, keeping up a decent pace as he teased a finger against Shane’s hole.

Shane’s body jerked at the intrusion, making Tim soothe him gently. “Shh, it’s okay,” he whispered. “I’ll be gentle.”

Shane let out a weak noise and nodded, holding on tight to Tim’s shoulders. He spread his legs a little more and wrapped them around Tim’s waist.

The first press of one of Tim’s thick fingers inside him already had Shane seeing stars. He panted as he looked down between his legs, trying to see what was happening. Tim cupped his face and forced him to look there instead. “Eyes on me, sweetheart,” he smiled.

Shane bit his lip and nodded, but gasped soon after as a second finger joined the first. His face twisted into an almost pained expression. Tim watched closely, eyes locked onto him. Tim pumped his fingers in a steady rhythm, searching for that sweet spot inside him. Shane was panting heavily, eyes glossed over, but staying on Tim’s face.

When Shane rolled his eyes back and he gasped, Tim knew he found it. Shane moaned, his cock twitching violently against his lower tummy. “H-hurry up, old man,” he groaned, toes curling on either side of Tim’s hips. “P-please,” he breathed.

Tim snorted, but didn’t argue, removing his fingers gently. Shane groaned at the loss and braced himself for the intrusion, eyes squeezed shut.

“Sweetheart, I need you to breathe first.” Tim leaned over him and kissed him tenderly. He watched as Shane let out one last deep breath and nodded up at him. “Atta boy,” Tim grinned.

Shane scoffed and rolled his eyes, but smiled all the same. As Tim lined himself up, Shane’s heart thundered in his chest, watching the focus on Tim’s face mellow out. He had that same facial expression whenever he was interrogating Shane back at the station, or reading through files, or taking notes. But here, with Shane, he seemed to deflate a little. He relaxed.

The first push in knocked the wind out of Shane. He moaned, digging his nails into Tim’s broad shoulders. Tim hid his face in Shane’s neck and kissed along the younger man’s sleep-soft skin. “Doin’ so good, sweetheart,” he breathed, hips slowly pushing forward.

Shane trembled in Tim’s arms until Tim’s hips were flush against him. Time stopped as Tim settled, letting Shane adjust. Shane had to blink a few times, swallowing around a lump in his throat. All thought left Shane’s head and the only thing left was the sweet stretch of Tim’s cock inside him. Every wall he’d built up was successfully crumbling at his trembling form.

Tim petted Shane’s sweaty hair out of his face, kissing him on every available patch of skin he could find.

“M-move,” Shane panted, eyes half lidded and glazed over. “Please.”

So Tim did.

He built up a slow, steady rhythm. Before either of them knew it, their bodies rocked together in perfect harmony. Tim hugged Shane closer, his hips being the driving force while his arms kept Shane grounded.

The sounds leaving Shane’s mouth were so unfamiliar to his own ears, he couldn’t even tell where he was for a moment. The only thing he could feel or think about was the stretch of Tim’s cock, Tim’s heavy breathing against his neck, and Tim’s big hands holding his hips. It was all Tim, Tim, Tim.

He didn’t even feel the tear slowly falling down the side of his face until Tim gently wiped it away. He nearly sobbed when Tim kissed him, chest hitching with every powerful thrust.

Tim grunted every time Shane clenched around him. He was so tight, which he expected, but he was having a hard time keeping a steady rhythm. He was still tired and his body was trying to catch up. He watched the younger man’s face twist in pleasure and sped up a little, moaning down at him.

Shane wailed, one fist curling up tight and weakly hitting against Tim’s chest. “I-I’m close,” he panted, his cock dripping pre-cum onto his stomach. “T-Tim, I’m–”

“‘s okay, I’m here,” Tim groaned, curling his fingers around the younger man’s cock. He started pumping his fist in time with his thrusts, eyes glued to Shane’s face.

Shane nodded furiously, scratching his nails down Tim’s chest. Not long after that, his entire body shook like a leaf and he clenched hard around Tim’s cock, coming in waves. He moaned out loud, his back arching off the bed, and gasping for air.

Tim’s own eyes rolled back as Shane squeezed around him. Shane’s face was turned into the pillow as he breathed heavily, coming down from such a high peak. Tim slowed down some, letting Shane have a moment.

When Shane made eye contact with him again, Tim’s heart stopped. He didn’t think Shane had looked more beautiful than he had right in that moment. His hair was a mess, his face was blotchy and red, there were tear tracks down his cheeks, and his lips were swollen from all the biting. Tim was pulled out of the fantasy when Shane clenched around him again, making a moan bubble out of him.

“C’mon, old man,” Shane smirked, voice tired.

Tim huffed a laugh and hugged Shane close, hips snapping quicker now. Chasing his own release, he hid his face in Shane’s neck, sucking a dark mark against the younger man’s collarbone.

In just a few short, quick thrusts, Tim was following Shane over that ledge with a deep groan, emptying inside the condom.

Shane exhaled deeply, arms wrapped around him. Then, he giggled quietly. He was elated, he was on cloud nine.

Tim lifted his head, hair sticking up every which way. He raised a brow at the younger man and smirked. “You alright?” He chuckled.

Shane nodded, a wide grin on his face. “Yeah. I’m good.”

“Good,” Tim grunted, slowly moving out from between Shane’s legs to dispose of the condom. He crawled back into bed and cuddled close, kissing Shane lazily. They both sighed into it. Eventually, they had to come up for air, and when they did, Tim breathed, “You hungry? I’m hungry.”

“God, yes. I’m fucking starving,” Shane groaned.

Tim laughed and rolled his eyes and pressed a light kiss to Shane’s lips. “You like pancakes? I make some really good pancakes.”

Shane giggled, feeling lighter than he had in years.

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blueberry-rose · 2 months ago

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Dilf!Arlecchino x fem reader

Warning: smut, bondage, sesbian lex, gags, praises, and breeding kink.

Idk why but Arlecchino has a breeding kink. Also the first like half of this is fluff, with suggestive themes so I’ll mark where that starts. Also child Lyney is a little shit.

Forgive me I haven’t wrote a while

Colors: Arlecchino, Lyney, Lynette, Freminet, you

Your babysitting for a ceo with three kid. You have been for almost a year, and every time you see her, Arlecchino you trip over your words she’s so tall and muscular it’s hard not too and it doesn’t help that you have a thing for older women. And her three small children Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet, tease you every time you stutter. Mostly lyney as he giggles anytime he hears you. And it doesn’t help that he just flat out asked you if you liked his father last time you badysat them. You went red and he started to giggle when Arlecchino arrived home not even 30 minutes later, you sometimes hate how smart that boy is. Which the arrived of arlecchino only made you more red, which then prompted her to ask if you felt ok, placing a hand on your forehead.

When you arrived to look after the kids the morning arlecchino was running late, and she looked off somehow. She was rushing and she seemed a bit flushed, you have never seen that woman running late she was very strict with timing. “Are you ok?”

“I’ll be fine, just make sure the kids get up and get food I’ll see you tonight.” She said as she adjusted her jacket before leaving. Then you saw lyney at the top of the stairs, always the first to wake up.

“Lyney do you know what’s wrong with your father?”

“She had a hard time sleeping last night.”

“Do you know why?” Lyney let out a little giggle.

“Nope, I’ll go get frem and Lyn up”

“And I’ll start cooking,” you couldn’t help but notice that you only saw Arlecchino grab a drink this morning and no dishes were dirty. You let out a sigh. You’ll have to talk to her tonight. The kids came down Lynette and freminet rubbing their eyes sleepily. “Morning kids how did you sleep”

“Good until Lyney woke me up.” Lynette sat down at the table.

“He threatened to pour water on me” freminet said as he hugged your leg.

“Lyney.”

“What? I wouldn’t actually do it”

“Well I’m going to have to tell your father”

“You can’t even speak to father without stuttering”

“Lyney!” He let out little giggles. “You are a brat sometimes you know that?”

“Father says I’m a little shit”

“You are, but don’t curse. You are like 6”

“7 actually”

“Go sit down”

After breakfast you dove Lyney and Lynette to school. And spent the rest of the day with Freminet at around 3:30 you drove to pick up Lyney and Lynette the same schedule as always. But Arlecchino got home an hour late and didn’t send you a text which you couldn’t help but get a bit nervous when 6 rolled around and she wasn’t home, then 6:30 then 7:00 then 7:15 she finally got inside.

“Arlecchino you didn’t text me saying you were going to be late today. Are you ok”

“I’m fine I would have. I” she let out a sigh “I got stuck in a meeting and didn’t think it would take as long as it did. How were the kids?”

“W-well um Lyney cursed, and threatened to pour water on his brother today.”

“I’ll talk with him about that. Have you guys had dinner?”

“N-no I know how much you like spending your one meal with them.”

She turned to look at you with those pretty “x”s that always made your heart flutter. “Then stay, it’s getting late and I know you don’t live in the most safe neighborhood, being a pretty young lady you’re in the most danger at night.” You felt your face heat up, and Arlecchino’s eye brow raised. “Of course the choice is yours but the kids always get so sad when you leave”

“I-I’ll stay but I don’t have any clothes”

“You can borrow some of mine and I’ll wash your clothes tonight” you just nodded. You heard her chuckle a bit, before walking to the kitchen.

It didn’t take long before hearing Lyney ask “is she staying the night?”

“Yes now got get ready for bed you guys are going to bed after dinner” you then saw Lyney getting his siblings whispering something to them then looking at you and giggling as the walked up the stairs. You then walked to the kitchen, seeing Arlecchino grabbing some pans and ingredients. “You good with some fettuccini?”

“Yeah, that sounds good but um Lyney whispered something to his siblings and started giggling when they looked at me” you swear you saw her smirk.

“Oh don’t worry about them,” she sighed. “Maybe I should just order food it’s getting late.” She started to put stuff up “maybe I should invite you to stay the night on a day I’m not late. Or maybe on a day I’m not working.”

“Oh why?”

“Lyney told me something the last time you babysat.”

“W-what did he tell you” you saw her smirk, before leaning down to your ear.

“What do you think he told me?” You’re face heated up,

“I don’t know”

“Why don’t I show you instead?” You just nodded you felt a little dizzy. Before she leaned in and kissed you, she was a bit rough with it. You felt so small under her tongue how it easily overpowered yours, her hand wandered down to your waist, and you could feel your desire pooling between your legs. Only to be interrupted by a sea of giggles. All three kids giggling as you went red again. Arlecchino just removed her hands and straightened up. “Change of plans kids we are just going to order some food” she leaned down and whispered “you should sleep in my room tonight” you just nodded. “Good girl” that’s it she teasing you and you hated how much you liked it.

Arlecchino just ordered some pizza. And after the kids went to bed, you sat downstairs with Arlecchino for a bit her hand on your waist. “You are so shy dear, you shouldn’t be it’s not surprising that I would be attracted to you. My kids love you, you’re so sweet, and absolutely adorable.” You just kept feeling your face go more red.

“C-can we go to bed?”

“Oh? Are you that excited for me to show you how much I want you?” You simply nodded. “No, no dear I want to hear it. Say it.”

“Yes I am” god why did you love being told what to do so much

“That’s a good girl” she picked you up easily and carried you upstairs. “You should get used to being carried around after all, I’m going to make sure you can’t walk tomorrow” you buried your head into her shoulders hiding your face. “Oh you better not hide from me when we are in bed” her voice was now whispered as she walked by the kids rooms. As soon as she had you in her room. She started to kiss your neck, locking the door. “I’m going to need you to be quiet. As much as I would love to hear you moan I’m going to have to gag you. Maybe I’ll take you on vacation and get someone to watch the kids, just so I can hear you sing for me.” She provocative words were enough to make you weak.

“Fuck” your voice was breathy, needy.

“I hope you don’t use that language around my kids”

“You’re the one who calls your son a little shit”

“He is”

“I think I know who he gets it from” she grabs you by the chin, firmly.

“Be careful pretty girl, you don’t want me to have to teach you a lesson in respect.”

“Yes ma’am” she finally placed you on the floor your legs shaking as you gained your balance.

“Aww you look like a baby deer, now go lay down I’ll be back, don’t take your clothes off yet” you nodded and went to lay down waiting for her,

she returned with a gag, placing it gently in your mouth. “Look are you I’m not even done setting up and you look irresistible” the bulge in her pants as clearly visible, and you couldn’t help but reach and touch it you ran your fingers over her clothed member. Making her let out a groan. Which made you let out a laugh behind the gag.

“Oh you little tease.” She grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head. “Behave this is your last warning” with her free hand she traveled up your stomach under your shirt, you let out a little whine behind the gag.

“Patience dear or I’ll just go slower. And you wouldn’t want that would you?” You shook your head no. She was so agonizingly slow removing your clothes, but finally she removed your pants. Chucking slightly running a finger over your panties makes you let out a muffled moan. “Your so wet dear, do I really make you this horny” she reached for your bra unclasping it and throwing it out of the way, and finally she removed your panties, then she removed her belt, and used it to bind your hands.

“Gods, you are going to be the death of me,” her eyes were glazed over, hungry, lustful. She lowered her head to eye level with your pussy, she looked at your face, “may I?” You nodded eagerly, she had no hesitation her lips were wrapped around your clit, sucking and licking like a starving woman. Making you buck your hips and moan loudly though muffled, Arlecchino’s hand shot up and covered your mouth. “Keep it down” she went back allowing her tongue to slip into your slit,

“You taste so good i could do this forever,” her voice was muffled, the vibrations shooting pleasure up your whole body. You body tensed as you came all over Arlecchino’s tongue. Arlecchino lapped it up greedily. Pulling back she unzipped her pants, rushing to get her cock out. “I’m going to fuck you, and I want you to count how many times you come over my cock. Do you understand?” You nodded your cunt was drooling at the thought, Arlecchino kissed your cheek, then slowly going down your throat,

As soon as arlecchino got her cock free she pressed her cock to your drooling cunt. And pushed inside letting out a groan. “Fuck, I’m going to get addicted to this, you’re so tight” you moaned out as well you couldn’t feel arlecchino stretching you around her cock. A whimper escapes, “ even with the gag you’re so noisy,” her hips snapped into you driving her cock deep in your pussy she hit your gummy spot without even trying. You moaned out, getting your mouth covered again.

“You feel so good, I could keep fucking you forever.” She was thrusting into you with reckless abandon, you could tell she was holding back her grunts. I didn’t take long for you so cum, a creaming ring forming on her cock, you shakily lifted a finger holding up a one. “Such a good girl you’re doing such a good job taking me so well.” Even as she praised you she didn’t give you a second to recover. Continuing to pound into your sensitive cunt, making you moan out, and the gag in your mouth was making you drool, soon the numbers of fingers that you were holding up went up.

“You’re really drooling over the feeling of my cock in that pretty pussy of yours?” You nodded, Arlecchino’s movements were growing unpredictable, you could see sweat form on her brow, she was clenching her jaw. “Fuck, I’m going to cum, I’m going to make you the mother of my four child, would you like that?” You moaned out as you felt her warm seed flooding into your cunt and your womb. She stilled inside of you, her breathing heavy. “Gods, how about you move in? So I can do this more often” She removed your gag.

“I-i would love that” your voice was quiet.

“Good,” she covered your mouth again pulling out slowly then removing her hand. “Fuck you look hot as fuck with my cum leaking out of your cunt. And even hotter with your hands bound” she undid her belt freeing you hands.

“Do you plan to tie me up every time?”

“Of course, though I hope you have birth control. Because if you don’t we are going to have a very big family.” She kissed you deeply again.

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thoughtswithbbg · 1 month ago

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Chapter Three

Sk8erboy_(M/N) has been added to THE BOYS group chat.

(M/N) woke up to his the alarm he set the night before, for 5:30. Even though he felt like dying because of the time, he got up anyways. He checked his phone messages first, seeing one from Kyle, one DM from coonstagram plus some spam from a group chat he was added too, and a bunch of pickup lines from Kenny that were sent at 3 AM. Why was he up that early anyways? (M/N) decided to check Kyle’s messages first.

My Hot Neighbor

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5:00 AM

My Hot Neighbor: Hope you have a good day at school :) Me and the guys will be riding the bus if you wanna come with!

(M/N) smiled at the message, but frowned at the time Kyle sent that. Why were these boys up at such ungodly hours?

(M/N): Why are you up so early?

My Hot Neighbor: Im always up this early, i have to make breakfast and get Ike up

My Hot Neighbor: Wbu? why are you up so early?

(M/N): gotta get the drip for my first day of school

(M/N) didn’t hear a response back from Kyle so he went to check his coonstagram account and look at the dms. There was 20+ messages in that group chat so he decided to check the singular message request first

Testaburger_Wendy_

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1:40 AM

Wendy Testaburger: please stay the fuck away from Stan, you f*g.

(M/N) read the message with a shrug, this random girl couldn’t tell him what to do. He simply deleted the message and moves on with his life. He’s been called worse anyways. He finally decided to check the 20+ group chat messages, after much contemplation of course. He didn’t read the messages though, too much reading and he had to get ready for school soon.

The Gang Bang

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5:45 AM

Sk8erboy_(M/N):

Hello?

(M/N)’s #1 Lover(Kenny_McCormick):

(M/N) MY LOVE!!

Sk8erboy_(M/N):

Wtf is that user name? who is that?

TolkienBlack:

Sorry (M/N), Kenny and Clyde had a fight about whose your “#1 lover” and ended up playing rock paper scissors over FaceTime to decide

(M/N)’s #2 Lover(Clyde.Donovan.):

KENNY CHEATED, HE SWITCHED LAST MINUTE

(M/N)’s #1 Lover:

JUST ADMIT YOU LOST

(M/N)’s #2 Lover:

NO! YOU CHEATED

Stan.Marsh_:

Please stop spamming, some of us are trying to get more sleep

Sk8erboy_(M/N):

Sorry abt that Stan, go back to sleep

Stan.Marsh_:

Thanks (M/N), See you at the bus stop

(M/N)’s #1 Lover:

How come you give Stan special treatment :(

Cartman_TheGreat:

Shut up kenny, ur such a SIMP

Sk8erboy_(M/N) changed Cartman_TheGreat’s Nickname to Fattest Ass Around

Fattest Ass Around(Cartman_TheGreat):

FUCK YOU (M/N)

Sk8erboy_(M/N):

Imma go get ready, ttyl

(M/N)’s #1 Lover:

LMAO, bye pookie ttyl

(M/N)’s #2 Lover:

HE’S MY POOKIE NOT YOURS

TolkienBlack:

Not again 🤦🏿‍♂️

(M/N) laughed at the stupid messages that followed after that. He checked the time, 5:35 AM, he still had plenty of time to get ready. He looked through all the new clothes he bought with Kyle as he searched for a cute outfit. He finally found one, after searching through every single bag of clothes he bought. A striped black and red sweater with black baggy cargo jeans, some chains as accessories and finally some spiked earrings to go in all his piercings. He had a couple in his ears, one tiny spiked stud on his nose, a spiked eye brow piercing and, though no one would see unless he lifted his shirt up, a spiked belly button piercing(i want all these piercings btw), along with all the ear piercings he had. Three holes on the bottom part of his ears that had normal black studs filling them. and then two cartilage piercings on each ear, with matching think hoops filling those too. (M/N) smiled at himself in the full size mirror he bought before doing his hair and then sending a picture to the group chat before starting on his makeup. He wanted to go a bit natural so it’s not as obvious that he was wearing too much.

The Gang Bang

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6:20 AM

Sk8erboy_(M/N):

*Image sent*

(M/N)’s #1 Lover:

OMG POOKIE YOU LOOK SO EMO I LOVE IT

TolkienBlack:

Kenny is that even a compliment?

Also (M/N) you look very nice, I didn’t know Alt was your style

(M/N)’s #2 Lover:

WHO CARES IF HE LOOKS EMO, MY BABY IS SO FINE

(M/N)’s #1 Lover

IT IS A COMPLIMENT, I LOVS MY BITCHES EMO

they’re so hot

smash

(M/N) let me hit please

TolkienBlack muted (M/N)’s #1 Lover(Kenny McCormick)

TolkienBlack:

sorry about that (M/N), Kenny has no filter

Fattest Ass Around:

your all so gay

(M/N) you look like shit, emo mf

Broflovski.Kyle. muted Fattest Ass Around(Cartman_TheGreat)

Broflovski.Kyle.:

Yeah, sorry about them (M/N)

You look really nice, i can see through my window

*photo of (M/N) posing in front of his mirror*

Sk8erboy_(M/N);

OMG KYLE THAT’S CREEPY AS SHIT

*photo of Kyle laughing his ass off and waving at (M/N)*

SHIT IMMA BE LATE FOR RHE BUS

Stan.Marsh_:

what the absolute fuck

(M/N) rushed down the stairs, grabbing his skateboard and waving by to his aunt who didn’t even hear as she was passed out on the couch with Grey’s Anatomy running on the TV. He thought she must have had another unsuccessful date. He placed his skateboard on the snow covered ground and frowned, he couldn’t skate on this. He scoffed irritably and placed his skateboard back in his house before finally making his way to the bus stop.

He sighed in relief when he saw Cartman, Kyle, Stan, and Kenny at the bus stop. Kyle saw him first and waved, giving him a charming smile. (M/N) could’ve easily fainted right then, how are all these small town boys so handsome? He finally reached them and waved back with his arm that wasn’t broken. “Good Morning!”

Stan gave him a tired smile, before moving to doze back off. Kenny flung his arm around (M/N)’s shoulders in a makeshift hug. “(N/N)!! I missed you!” His voice was muffled by his orange parka but (M/N) could make out what he said while he was close to the other boy. Kyle shoved Kenny off of (M/N), much to the (h/c) boys disappointment.

“Sorry about him (M/N), Kenny has no concept of personal space.” Kyle made a not so subtle jab at Kenny, who in return punched him in the arm. “Ow! You bitch!”

“Kahl shut the fuck up, none of us want to hear your jew mouth run, right (M/N)?” Cartman spoke up finally, but before Kyle could retort or throw a bunch at the male, the bus arrived.

(M/N) sighed, getting on the bus after the other guys. He frowned when he got on. First noticing how everyone who wasn’t his friends, Can he call them that?, were giving him weird looks. Second, all the guys got their own seats with each other, leaving him with no one to sit with or a seat to himself. Kenny and Cartman were in one seat while Stan and Kyle sat behind them, they bickered the entire way to their seats and continued to after they sat down. (M/N) stood there awkwardly until someone called his name.

“Oh (M/N)! You can sit with me!” He looked to the right of the bus and smiled when Butters waved him over. He plopped into the seat next to him, sighing deeply as he finally felt his nerves sort of relax and a wave of tiredness hit his body.

“Oh jeez (M/N), did you get enough sleep last night?” (M/N) laid his head on Butters shoulder, shaking his head no. Butters felt his face heat up, mumbling a small “golly” as he patted (M/N)’s shoulder awkwardly.

“No i got like,” He thought for a moment. “four hours maybe, i’m not sure.”

“You need more sleep (M/N),” Kyle spoke up from the seat a row over, where Stan was napping next to him against the window. Cartman snickered, facing Kyle’s seat that was behind him.

“What are you, his mum?” Cartman flipped him off but dodged Kyle’s punch that was aimed for his face. Stan jolted awake at the sound of Kyle’s fist hitting the seat, to which he groaned when he realized what happened.

“Watch where you punch Kyle..” Stan mumbled at he glanced over at (M/N) and sent him a very small smile before going back to sleep.

“You’re such an ass Cartman!” Kyle was standing now, pointing an accusing finger at the guy who was basically provoking him on purpose.

“Not as much as you! You fuckin jew!” Cartman screamed back at him with a growing smirk on his face.

“Mmh! mmh mmm!” Kenny shouted at the two of them and it seemed like (M/N) was the only one who didn’t know what he said.

“what?” Kenny didn’t answer his question, just sent him a wink. (M/N) could already tell that these buss rides are gonna suck everyday, he’s hoping that instead he could skate to school instead. A raging headache was making its way into his head and he groaned in annoyance, if only he had some Coffee…Wait! that’s it! He pulled out his phone to text the ‘Team Craig’ group chat on Coonstagram.

Team Craig

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7:06 AM

Sk8erboy_(M/N):

Hey Tweek, can you bring me a coffee? Pretty please?

I have a massive, raging headache.

Tweak_._Tweek:

O Ofc (m/N)!

Clyde.Donovan.:

Oh no :( (M/N) hang in there!

JimmyValmer_Official:

How did the headache find relief?

Craig_Tucker:

don’t even jimmy.

JimmyValmer_Official:

It took an “as-pir-inspiring” vacation!

Craig_Tucker:

god damn it 🖕

Sk8erboy_(M/N):

I wish i had an aspirin rn

TolkienBlack:

Sorry (M/N), just hold out till you get to school, I have some in my bag for football practice

Sk8erboy_(M/N):

I’ll try

(M/N) smiled at the texts but groaned when the bus came to a very sudden stop. His whole body jerked forward and he hit his head on the seat in front of him. Cartman let out a loud “HAH!” and Kyle smacked him across the head. Hard.

“Not so funny now, huh fatass?” Cartman began to yell obscenities at the top of his lungs at Kyle, who simply ignored him with a satisfied smile. Everyone was standing up to get off the bus and (M/N) blinked away his tiredness to stand up. Kyle ushered him to go before he did, and (M/N) smiled at the sweet gesture. Before he could make it past Cartman’s seat, the boy tripped him, causing (M/N) to begin to plummet to the floor. He awaited the impact of the fall with closed eyes but nothing came. He looked back to see Kyle holding his sweater collar with a scowl at Cartman. Kyle picked him up and put him back on his feet before ushering him out of the bus, putting himself, Kenny, and Stan between (M/N) and Cartman.

“He has a broken arm fatass, what the fuck were you thinking?!” (M/N) sighed and zoned out as he got off the bus, looking around before seeing Tweek, who smiled at him and waved with his hand that didn’t have any coffee in it. (M/N) almost squealed, almost. But he figured that would be way too embarrassing for his first day at this place. He did, however, make a run towards Tweak who was standing with the rest of the guys in the little Group chat that had. (M/N) flung his arms around Tweek, gently of course because he only had one arm plus Tweek was anxious and had his coffee in his hands.

“Tweek!!! I could kiss you right now!” Tweeks entire face lit up red as he began to stutter out and he pushed (M/N) away and gave him his coffee, saying something along the lines of ‘too much pressure!’. (M/N) didn’t take offense though, he just smiled and took a sit of the coffee. It tasted divine, per usual.

“Here (M/N).” Tolkien grabbed his attention and put an aspirin in his hands. (M/N) could almost cry from how sweet and kind they all were being to him. He gave Tolkien an awkward hug too and swallowed the aspirin with his coffee. Clyde whined, not liking how he was the odd one out of all the affection (M/N) was giving out.

The rest of the guys finally caught up with (M/N) and the rest and they all began to walk into school. (M/N) could not only see but also feel every eye on him, safe to say it was making him mega uncomfortable. He stood at the entrance of the school and glanced around. He saw the office room and released a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He glanced back at all the guys, noticing they were either talking civilly or bickering. He noticed Craig, who wasn’t saying anything and was on his phone. (M/N) walked up and tapped his shoulder, causing a cold glance his way.

“Sorry Craig,” He whispered, not wanting to alert the others. “I’m heading into the office now, will you ask someone to stay behind so they can show me where my classes are?” Craig sighed and flipped him off with a head nod, (M/N) returned the gesture as a symbol of his thanks and made his way into the office.

(M/N) came out a couple minutes later, surprised to see only Craig standing there. “Craig? Why did you stay?” He thought for sure Craig would be the last person to stay behind, well besides Cartman but that’s a given.

Craig didn’t answer his question, he simply said, “I told everyone else to fuck off, what’s your first period?” (M/N) simply shrugged and showed Craig his schedule. The standoffish guy simply started walking and (M/N) followed him.

Little did (M/N) know, all the boys had an epic rock paper scissors contest and Craig won. He wouldn’t even realize it till he saw the video on Coonstagram later.

(M/N) and Craig walked into the same first period, Pre-Calculus with Mr.Mackey and all eyes turned to the door. All his friends, He needs to confirm that soon, waved at him. Almost all of them that is, a couple of them were still bickering. (M/N) looked around the room. He didn’t recognize a whole lot of faces, but he did notice some Goth kids in the corner, they looked so cool. He decided not to focus on the people and decide where he should sit. He saw an empty seat in the desk next to Stan and hurriedly sat down when the bell rung, startling him.

Stan was napping when he heard someone slide in the desk next to him. He looked over, expecting to see Wendy and was awaiting the nagging voice of her and her complaining that he wasn’t doing enough. When he saw the (H/c) angel, he smiled a goofy lazy smile. (M/N) looked over at him with a grin of his own. He then reached into his bag, causing Stan to ponder what he was doing.

(M/N) pulled out a small hershey kiss from his bag and wrote a little note before handing it to Stan, to the tired males surprise. Stan took the chocolate as (M/N) turned around to talk to Tolkien, who sat behind him. Stan looked at the note, not noticing his girlfriend walk in. The note read:

Chocolate’s good for the brain

i don’t have any Aspirin, assuming ur hung over

sorry stan, hope this helps you thru math <3

Stan smiled at the note before he heard his girlfriend’s annoying voice. He hated that she changed so drastically since Freshmen year.

(M/N) looked over at Stan while Tolkien reached into his bag to give (M/N) a copy of the football schedule for the rest of the season. Wendy ran up and hugged him and he could almost sense Stan’s annoyance at the action. Another bunch of girls walked in as Tolkien handed him the schedule. (M/N) thanked him and faced the front when Mr. Mackey walked in. (M/N) counted his blessings when Mr.Mackey didn’t make him come up and introduce himself.

The bell rang, interrupting Mr.Mackey’s rant on whatever he was talking about. (M/N) didn’t know, he zoned out after the teacher got off topic. He packed up his bag and looked at his schedule. Theater Arts.. (M/N) didn’t know why he had the class but he did. “Hey guys, do any of you have theater arts?” They were all at the lockers when he asked, and even the guys bickering stopped. Everyone went silent. “Guys?” (M/N) questioned before everyone broke out into laughter. Some guys tried to hold it in, like Kyle, Tolkien, Tweak and Butters. The others, besides Stan who was talking to Wendy further down the hallway, were cackling. Cartman even had to prop himself against the lockers to prevent himself from falling over. It’s a wonder the locker didn’t dent…

(M/N) was shocked and his face flushed with embarrassment and frustration. He huffed, slamming his locker shut and walking away from them. They didn’t even know he left, they were all just laughing. (M/N) felt humiliated, and he probably shouldn’t have but he did. He thought they were friends, friends are supposed to support each others interests. He sighed, and looked around the hallway where he ended up, and it was a miracle he even found the Drama Classroom. He walked in, looking around at the very limited faces. One guy got his attention. He looked EXACTLY (M/N)’s type and the boy hurriedly sat next to him before anyone else could take the seat. (M/N) glanced over, multiple times to see if he was seeing what he thought he was.

Admittedly tall, the boys legs were in a man spread as he played on his phone. His dark hair was barely above his eyes and (M/N) couldn’t help but notice the honey brown color his eyes were. The boy was as pale as he was but he had some eye liner on and a kinda edgy outfit with combat boots on. (M/N) thought he was gonna pass out when the boys veiny hands tapped his arm gently as he tried to collect his thoughts. “U-um..” He coughed in his hand to make his voice not seem so shaken. “Yes?”

The boy showed (M/N) his phone. “Hey, you’re staring.”

(M/N) wanted to die, he actually wanted to pass away but he kept his composure and said a tiny apology. “Sorry, you’re just, exactly my type.” He covered his mouth quickly, wondering why in the world he would say such a thing.

The hot male next to him let out a chuckle. “I’m glad because you’re my type too sugar.”

(M/N) chuckled as well, sticking his hand out in an introductory manner. “I’m (M/N), i moved in a couple weeks ago!”

“Dovahkiin, nice to meet you Sugar.”

“Are you gonna keep calling me that?” the male next to him nodded and before he could type out some more conversation, the drama teacher stepped in to teach her class, much to your disappointment.

(M/N) sighed, he had lost Dovahkiin and Stan, who were in his third period, on his way to lunch. Stan got whisked away by Wendy and he had no idea where Dovahkiin went. And now he was lost, the hallways were empty and he no guide. He groaned in frustration and just made his way out the back door of the school. He glanced around, not seeing the goth kids who blend into the wall of the school. He shrugged and plopped down on the steps. He was alone with his thoughts now, and they were plagued by his little sister. He missed her bright smile, he missed all of their bright smiles. His mom, his brother. Gosh he can’t afford to cry right now.

“What in the emo bullshit?” (M/N) screamed, turning around and looking at the four people that now stood near him. The one who spoke, a pretty goth plus-sized girl was the one that spoke to him, her eyes glaring at him. The boy next to her, joint in his mouth as he glanced over at (M/N) with an uninterested expression. He had a cane and jet black hair and he was really, really tall, maybe even taller than Craig? (M/N) didn’t know. The boy across from him had semi red roots, which stood out against his all black outfit. Out of all of them, the one with red roots had the kindest expression, which wasn’t saying mush because he still looked like an ass. The shortest one, who (M/N) assumed was a freshmen pulled out a pocket knife, as if to threaten him. (M/N) just stared at them, kind of in awe.

“You’re the new kid, right?” the girl of the group spoke up, patting the seat beside her against the wall and (M/N) walked over and sat down next to her. “Nice boots.” (M/N) mumbled a thanks and they didn’t seem to mind his quietness. The short one even put his knife away.

“Wanna spill your guts to us?” She said in almost a threatening way but (M/N) chuckled, understanding what she meant. But he did see the short one pull out his knife against, only to get lightly kicked by the tallest guy.

“I’m (M/N), by the way.” He didn’t even hesitate to tell his story of the past month to them, watching as they all listened carefully. He couldn’t feel any pity gazes, which made him happy just a little bit.

“That’s so goth,” The girl gave him the tiniest of smiles and he smiled back. “I’m Henrietta, That’s Micheal,” She pointed to the one with the cane, who gave him a smirk that could only be described as sexy. “That’s Pete.” The one with red roots rose his head in acknowledgment to his name being called, almost like he was in class while role was being called. “And that’s Firkle, he’s a bit violent.” The youngest one rolled his eyes and went back to playing with his knife.

(M/N) nodded, remembering the names when Pete offered him a cigarette and to be honest? he needed the buzz so he took it. The rest of his lunch break he spent smoking with the Goths, ignoring the times his phone buzzed with notifications. He gave Henrietta his Coonstagram account as the bell rang before he let them be outside the school, making his way to his fourth and last period of the day.

When (M/N) walked in and saw Dovahkiin, he completely ignored the fact that Stan, Kenny, Tolkien, and Craig were in his class too. They sat sort of near Dovahkiin, though he was in the corner as the boys were in the middle. (M/N) walked right past them, aware he kinda reeked of Cigarette smoke. He had given his Coonstagram to Dovahkiin as they were switching classes so he didn’t have to talk and have the boy show him his messages. The few boys in his class seemed irked he just annoyed them, but they didn’t try to approach him, deciding that maybe he just didn’t see them. (M/N) pulled out his phone finally, looking at all the spam he had before ignoring all the messages and texting Dovahkiin.

Dovahkiin.Rider_

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1:20 PM

Sk8erboy_(M/N):

Whats up Dovah?

Sk8erboy_(M/N) changed Dovahkiin.Rider_’s name to Dovah

Dovah:

Was the nickname necessary lol?

Also you reek of Cigarettes, you smoke?

Dovah changed Sk8erboy_(M/N)’s name to (N/N)

(N/N):

yes and yes,

i smoked with some goth guys at lunch,

super cool guys.

Dovah:

You could’ve had lunch with me :(

(N/N):

I couldn’t find you! :(

Before Dovahkiin could type out an apology, their history teacher walked in and they put their phones away. Well, (M/N) did, Dovahkiin seemed to be taking notes on his or something.

(M/N) still didn’t notice his friends in his class as he walked out of the classroom with Dovahkiin, who offered (M/N) a ride in his motorcycle. (M/N) couldn’t refuse of course. All his friends had football practice and before they could offer him to stay and watch, he texted them he had a ride and he would be going home. They didn’t object but let’s just say they were pissy all of football practice.

After (M/N) got home, he went straight to shower, before doing all his skin care. He did facial masks with his aunt as they cried over Grey’s Anatomy, safe to say that his friends were mega pissed off. But he didn’t even answer all his coonstagram messages before going to bed. He was just too tired to deal with everyone.

#x reader #south park x reader #sp x reader #eric cartman x reader #kyle brovlofski x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #stan marsh x reader #craig tucker x reader #Tweak tweek x reader #tolkien black x reader #clyde donovan x reader #Dovahkiin x reader

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[CN] MLQC Lucien’s On Fire MQ translation + video with sub EN (Part 2/3)

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for an MQ that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

On Fire MQ | Part 1 (1-2) | Part 2 (3-4) | Part 3 (5-6) | Moisturize ASMR

[Warning]: The content of this MQ is currently the most explicit compared to other dates and may not be suitable for individuals under the age of 17 (CN server). It is recommended that those who do not meet this age requirement refrain from proceeding beyond this point.

Part 1 & 2-> [Here]

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—[Part 3]— Video Timestamp: [11:53]

After finishing the bedroom arrangement, comes a rare night of good sleep.

Upon waking up, sunlight filters through the blinds, dancing across the room. Lucien is dressed in plain cashmere pajamas, reading reports by my side.

Seeing me wake up, he sets down his pen and reaches out to hug me.

Lucien: [chuckles] Not going back to sleep anymore?

His pajamas is a bit cold, so I shift closer from under the covers to wrap us both in a blanket.

MC: Mmm, I've had enough sleep already.

I nuzzle my head into his embrace, my chin resting on his shoulder, rubbing against his small warm patch of skin.

MC: It's a bit chilly, last night seemed much warmer than now.

Lucien wraps his arm around my waist, freeing the messy hair that had been pressed beneath my shoulders while I was sleeping.

Lucien: There was a power outage in the early morning, the heating system was interrupted for a few hours.

I sit up groggily, reaching for my phone at the bedside, only to realize it had run out of battery last night and was already powered off.

Lucien hands me his phone, with a single-digit battery percentage remaining, displaying a power outage notification sent by the organizers late at night.

MC: "Temporary Notice: Power maintenance in the town. Estimated power outage from 5:00 to 12:00. Please make necessary preparations."

MC: Who can be prepared for this!

Subconsciously, I furrow my brow and mutter a complaint, but I immediately stop myself.

Yesterday, I promised to convey more positive emotions to Lucien. I can't ruin it now!

MC: Let it be, if there's a power outage, then so be it.

I flop onto the bed, then with a sudden inspiration, I lean over to rest on Lucien's shoulder and flash him a smile.

MC: Consultant Lucien, do you think the power outage is also arranged by the organizers, just like the "bedroom makeover"?

Lucien doesn't rush to answer. His fingertips touch the corner of my smiling mouth, tracing along the curve gently, as he murmurs softly in a low voice.

Lucien: [whispers softly] I adore the way your lips curve into a smile right now.

MC: Hehe, if Consultant Lucien could divulge a bit of insider information about this experiment, maybe I'd be even happier!

Lucien smiles noncommittally as he wraps his arm around my waist and lies down face to face with me.

Lucien: [chuckles] Unfortunately, I'm now a participant who's as clueless as you, Miss Experimental Subject.

MC: [doubtful] Hm? Really…

Considering the fox in front of me repeatedly pretended to be clueless, I look into his eyes, trying to discern some clues.

Yet, observing his calm demeanor, I faintly sense that he indeed hasn't displayed exceptional acting skills in this matter.

I turn my head slightly, then smoothly lie down against his chest, idly playing with the buttons on his cuff.

MC: What do you think we can do to pass the time?

I pout and look at Lucien, who has been watching me intently, his eyes filled with subtle amusement.

As our eyes meet, my desire to lazily lie in the arms of the one I love this morning outweighs all other thoughts.

So, I nuzzle against his chest, snuggling up to his familiar body temperature.

MC: I've got it, let's just enjoy the morning like this~ You can keep reading your report, and I'll just keep lying here in your arms.

The sunlight filtered through the blinds scatters upon us, casting a gentle honey hue on Lucien's irises.

Lucien: Okay.

He props a pillow behind my head, adjusting me to a more comfortable position against him.

The light is dim, peacefulness fills the air, and only Lucien's rustling of papers can be heard as he reads the report.

Last night, I washed and dried the newly bought bedding before going to bed. Since I didn't have fabric softener, I added a few bottle caps of shower gel into the wash.

The scent on Lucien's body and mine should have been the same as the bedding, but everything seems to be different when it comes to Lucien.

I prop up my chin and gaze at him, then lean my head towards his shoulder, gently sniffing.

The scent of shower gel mixes with the ink from the pen, the ink from the printed paper, the aroma of new furniture wood…

All the scents are warmed by his body temperature, flowing together like a stream merging into the sea, forming the embodiment of him at this moment.

I can't help but be filled with affection. I gently nuzzle against the exposed skin along the collar of his shoulder with fondness.

Lucien flips through two reports, then reaches out to touch my hair, his gaze bearing a questioning expression.

Looking into his calm gaze, I can't help but entertain thoughts of pushing things further. With a smile playing at the corners of my mouth, I press my lips against his skin and suck gently.

Lucien: Mm?

Lucien: This lady who enjoys the morning... Are you now in the mood for breakfast?

I release my mouth from Lucien's smoothly sculpted shoulder, and a faint, moist dark red mark appears. I reach out and poke at it.

MC: I'm not hungry, you can continue reading the report.

I stuff the report back into Lucien's hand. His eyes seem to have become a bit more moist, and his gaze slowly shifts to the spot where I had just sucked, then back to the report.

I obediently wait for a while, making sure Lucien's attention is on the report. Then, I press my lips against his skin again.

Starting from the dark red mark just now, I gently peck and trail kisses, tenderly gliding towards the two curved collarbones hidden beneath his collar.

The skin beneath my lips trembles for a moment, then quickly returns to calm. I raise my head to observe Lucien, whose eyes are still fixed on the paper.

I suppress the smile at the corners of my mouth and continue my attack towards the next spot.

My lips pass through the tightly buttoned lapel, landing on the side of his waist. My tongue gently swirls around, leaving a shiny, wet mark.

I part my lips and nibble on this "territory", leaving a faint red mark behind.

Lucien: [grunts sexily]…!

I’m like the greedy serpent in the Garden of Eden, having taken a bite of every apple, yet still insatiable as I look for ‘food’ everywhere.

Until Lucien puts down the report in his hand.

He grabs my restless hands on him with one hand, pinning them above my head, and gazes calmly at me with an inquisitive look.

Under his gaze, I show no sign of "repentance", and instead I chin up defiantly.

MC: Have you finished reading the report?

Lucien: Not yet.

MC: Then, will you continue reading?

He gently tilts my chin back, wordlessly locking eyes with me, his gaze deep and enigmatic.

The air in the room seems to have become humid imperceptibly, and the next moment, a scorching breath falls on my neck.

Lucien: [whispers] It seems studying my reactions is what makes you happy this morning.

He's very close to me, and the hot, moist flow of breath from his lips as he speaks brushes against the skin on my neck, causing me to shiver instinctively.

The murmurs from his lips at my neck quietly shift to my ear, tinged with a husky chuckle.

Lucien: [whispers hoarsely] To make this lady even happier, why not take it a step further?

After speaking, Lucien lifts the blanket, his shirt in disarray, with traces of my actions visible all over his skin.

Like water droplets splashing on white silk, a few scattered red marks slowly spread on Lucien's body, staining the surrounding skin around them with a crimson hue.

The smile I've been suppressing spills over my lips.

MC: Then, I'm in charge now.

I dodge Lucien's hand, which is about to pull me into his arms, and roll over to reach for the pen lying on the nearby report.

Lucien lets me undo the disheveled buttons. As the sunlight filters through the blinds, it becomes thinner, casting stripes of light onto us.

I take out the pen that I've been holding in my hand, its cold and smooth body gliding leisurely over the patches of light and shadow on his body.

As I pass over those conspicuous red marks, I deliberately press and twist the pen body as if sealing and stamping them down.

MC: With me doing this... how does it make you feel?

Lucien looks at me, his eyes filled with a smile that conveys his ease.

Lucien: [hoarsely] I like everything you do on my body.

MC: Uh-huh, wrong answer, not that one.

I twirl the pen in my hand, using the end that hasn't been warmed by body heat, lightly tapping his chest as if writing.

The icy touch noticeably catches Lucien off guard, causing his muscles to tense for a moment, and a light exhale escapes from his throat.

Lucien: [exhales sharply]…..

He looks up at me, the sunlight casts a narrow beam of light on his face below his nose, while his eyes, shrouded in shadow, appear even deeper and more profound.

MC: Do you have any new thoughts now?

Lucien: I'm thinking about your technique, it's like stirring flowers and plants…

Lucien: Gently stroking the branch, unfurling the petals and leaves…

Lucien reaches out, covering my hand holding the pen, his fingertips slipping into the gaps where a thin layer of sweat has formed, lightly clasping.

MC: [smiling and blushing] Mm~ still not quite right.

My lips linger on his hand for a moment, gently taking his fingertips into my mouth.

MC: I don't want your carefully crafted response…

Lucien's gaze momentarily freezes, and then his slender fingers curl, grazing over my tongue.

The small stimulation causes an involuntary moan to escape me. I struggle to contain the desire to completely indulge in it and release his fingers from my mouth.

MC: You... you haven't told me... what your body's senses are telling you yet.

I seem to have lost patience as well, so I swap the pen with my fingertips, letting my hands roam all over him.

The prolonged tension in his muscles causes fine beads of sweat to appear on Lucien's body. I'm using my fingertips to trace circles on the sweats, gazing at him intently.

A hint of confusion and hesitation crosses his face, yet he remains composed.

Lucien: Your fingers are a bit cold…

Lucien: The places covered by the blanket are warm, but my exposed skin feels a bit cold because of the air seeping in through the window crack…

I let out a satisfied sigh, as a stray strand of hair is brushed away by a slender hand. There seems to be an undercurrent of emotions in his eyes as he silently watches me.

Lucien: [hoarsely] Miss, what else would you like to guide me to say?

MC: I think…

Before I could finish my sentence, my waist is suddenly gripped tightly, and the world spins before my eyes as Lucien flips over, and pins me down beneath him.

Lucien: [whispers] You've been thinking for too long. So, next, let me be the greedy guide, okay?

My lips are pressed down slightly firmly, and between our intertwining breaths, the joy I've been suppressing surges up like a tide.

I no longer endure the soft moans at my lips, allowing my senses to indulge in experiencing every inch of pleasure.

MC: Mmh…

Lucien: [chuckles and kisses wetly] I think…. the guidance just now wasn't complete. I can make it more thorough.

His lips fall down again, and a slight pain makes my whole body tremble involuntarily.

Lucien: [bites and kisses gently] From here…

He raises his body upwards, his tongue and breath engulfing everything. And in that moment as our bodies merge, I hear him whispering intimately on my lips.

Lucien: [MORE wet kiss noises] To here…

My heart is so warm that it feels like it's melting, and I'm following his guidance, looking for places that make each other feel more pleasure.

The muffled laughter blends with our breaths, while the emerald green blanket draped beneath us.

The light entering through the blinds creates an uncertain interplay of light and shadow as our bodies intertwine; the only certainty lies in the touch of the other.

It's as if we are lying in the waving grass, undulating with only each other until dusk.

(T/N: ‘waving grass’ being used as a euphemism because the green blanket making wave underneath them is genius🤪 also, dang they're really going at it 12 hours non-stop from early morning to evening; rip his unfinished works, hopefully, it doesn't cost him his sleep-)

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—[Part 4]— Video Timestamp: [21:37]

As the experiment schedule progresses, we gradually adapt to the occasional surprises and scares that the organizers throw our way.

Sometimes, we have to earn "laundry vouchers" through games, and just when we think there will be a bigger "surprise" the next day…

Apart from finding small gifts piled up at our doorstep, nothing else happens.

Thanks to these thrills, Lucien and I lead fulfilling daily lives in the small town.

And now, we are standing in the bustling and lively market, engulfed in the sea of people.

MC: Wow, is this fruit stuffed with dried fruit? It looks so delicious! And those sugar-filled snowballs, I've never seen them in Loveland City before!

I'm drawn to the sight of various delicacies, and when I snap out of it, my bag is almost full.

MC: Ahh, I need more bags!

Lucien's eyes are filled with my reflection, and he smiles lightly.

Lucien: If I were to give a mood scale, I'd give this little lady a very high score right now.

MC: Of course! Today is the last day of the experiment, and there won't be any more of those occasional "unexpected events"~

MC: And as a reward for all the hard work we've put in, today we can enjoy zero-cost shopping all day!

Lucien: It sounds like MC has some opinions about this experiment?

Recalling the beginning of accidentally joining the experiment and the process of various emotional experiments, I ponder for a moment.

MC: ...It's not that, but it's my first time participating in such a large-scale experiment, and I still feel like it's different from what I imagined.

MC: The organizers often arrange unexpected small activities and even give out gifts…

I recount a series of experiences from these days and come to a conclusion.

MC: Actually, it's not too far off from our initial intention of coming here for vacation~

MC: After all, isn't encountering odds and ends also part of vacation?

Lucien: From what you're saying, it sounds like optimizing the experiment model is indeed necessary.

Lucien reaches out and helps me pick up the cookies placed at the back of the stall, tossing them into the bag.

Lucien: Actually, I was involved in the original design of this experiment's model, but the model itself wasn't as interesting.

Lucien: Perhaps to increase interactivity and fun, the organizers optimized the model based on theory during its implementation.

MC: No wonder! With these "optimizations," even Professor Lucien couldn't figure out the organizers' "surprises".

The warmth of the sunlight fell on Lucien's face, warm and comforting, highlighting the smile on his face.

Lucien: [chuckles] I enjoy these 'surprises', they're worth leaving us with memories.

I raise an eyebrow, stuff an empty bag into Lucien's hands, lean in, and look up at him with a smiling face.

MC: [smiles widely] So let's create some even more special memories. Today's menu is in your hands to decide!

Lucien: Is this a test for my experimental subject, or is it a challenge for this "vacation town"?

(T/N: he called ‘cooking’ his experimental subject njddjndjndf how cute-)

MC: Perhaps it's both?

Lucien chuckles and smoothly takes the bag.

Lucien: [chuckle] It seems I can only accept the challenge.

Under the midday blue sky, the bright sun shines, and the warm aroma wafts from the food stalls, settling on Lucien as he walks around.

His consistently well-groomed hair is fuzzily tinged with light, making it fluffy and warm, giving him the appearance of a little fox going around and seeking food to store up before the winter.

We passed by various stalls, yet after half an hour, there was only one vegetable in Lucien's bag. I teasingly approached him with a bit of laughter.

MC: After wandering around for so long, how come you've only bought these lettuce leaves?

Lucien takes out the lettuce from the bag and seriously explains to me.

Lucien: [in a serious tone] This is hydroponically grown loose-leaf lettuce. The leaves are compact, and currently, it's the freshest produce I've come across.

MC: That water celery we just passed by also looked fresh, but why did you pick it up and then put it down?

Lucien: That one is soil-grown. In this season, hydroponically grown water celery has more moisture and better flavor.

MC: I didn't expect Professor Lucien to be so knowledgeable about vegetables. I thought...

Lucien seems to be amused by my comment; the corners of his lips curve into an almost proud arc.

Lucien: I just applied the experience of raising flowers and plants to vegetables, drawing parallels and adapting the approach.

Lucien turns around and walks to another vegetable store; it's also water celery, but the price has more than doubled compared to the one we saw just now.

I watch as he prepares to put other vegetables into the bag, silently choosing to avert my gaze from the price list.

MC: [sweating profusely] Ahem, it seems like we've bought enough vegetables. How about we go and get some meat?

In front of the butcher shop, the well-dressed Professor Lucien calmly speaks up.

Lucien: Boss, if we want to make dumplings, what type of meat is more suitable?

Owner: Oh, that would be the foreleg, handsome guy, this piece here is a good choice.

The owner points to a piece of meat, and before I can take a closer look, he picks up a knife and turns towards me.

Owner: How much do you want?

Caught off guard by the question, I feel a bit flustered and hurriedly think about the quantity.

MC: Less than one kg should be enough...

Owner: I'm busy right now, so I'll try to cut as few pieces as possible to avoid holding up the people behind you.

Lucien: Wait a moment, please don't cut yet. Is this foreleg meat?

Lucien suddenly speaks, leaving me a bit confused.

Owner: What do you mean? Is it not clear that I'm the one who sells meat?

Lucien takes the meat hook from the side and flips through the pork shoulder on the edge of the cutting board.

Lucien: The shoulder blade extends upward from the pig's front leg. When cutting, to make it easier, a portion of the shoulder blade meat is often cut together before further division.

Lucien: Here, there's no muscle pattern of the shoulder blade that aligns with the piece of 'foreleg meat' in your hand. Instead, it aligns with those pieces in the corner.

Lucien puts down the meat hook, smiling slightly as he squints his eyes, the curve of his lips gentle.

Lucien: There are fewer fascia in the muscles of the foreleg compared to the hind leg. I suppose the owner was too busy and accidentally took out the hind leg meat.

The owner's face turns slightly pale, quickly followed by an embarrassed smile as he hands over the genuine foreleg meat from the side, giving us a discount.

Owner: Oh, I must have been too busy! The meat looks almost the same anyway. Take it, and have a good day!

I glance at the price difference between the foreleg and hind leg meat, and can't help but let out a soft grunt.

MC: Boss, don't forget to treat yourself to a pair of glasses when you're making money!

I take the bag of meat and as I walk out, I playfully tug at Lucien's sleeve.

MC: I bet the boss thought he could take advantage of you since you don't buy groceries often.

MC: But our Professor Lucien is a genius, and the boss's sneaky little trick got ruthlessly exposed!

MC: How do you even know the difference between front leg and hind leg meat? It couldn't be some research experience, could it…

Lucien meets my curious gaze, his eyes revealing a hint of cunningness.

Lucien: In clinical experiments in neuroscience, we often deal with animal anatomy. Would you like to hear related stories?

I look at the pork in my hand and swallow.

MC: No, no need! Let's change the topic, shall we? Like... what do you think is the difference between buying groceries yourself and accompanying me to buy groceries?

Lucien ponders for a moment and quickly gives me an answer.

Lucien: The biggest difference is probably changing from an observer to a decision-maker.

Lucien: I need to think about the taste of vegetables and the texture after cooking. Whether you prefer them tender or crisp...

He sighs lightly, meeting my gaze with candidness. His brows furrow, as if analyzing some complex data.

Lucien: [sighs] ...This makes me a bit troubled.

MC: [laughs] Why does it sound like buying groceries is more challenging than conducting research for you!

I stand on my tiptoes, cup his face, and rub the furrow between his brows. Lucien chuckles.

Lucien: [chuckles] It's not really challenging, just might require a bit of courage.

Lucien: I need to personally seek out and prepare, delve into these bright, warm... sometimes a bit dangerous corners.

I can't help but chuckle softly as I help him carry some of the bags.

MC: But I really like seeing you like this!

Lucien: Mm, I also noticed that this little lady seems to really enjoy seeing my troubled look while grocery shopping today.

MC: Humph, because it's very cute and quite rare to see.

Lucien seems to have already anticipated my answer, and he winks at me.

Lucien: Have you noticed that this reaction is the opposite of the conclusions we reached about emotions a few days ago?

I pause for a moment, then quickly catch on.

MC: Right! Negative emotions are supposed to influence each other, but just now, I found you to be so cute when you seemed troubled.

MC: Maybe because I know these little troubles won't discourage you, but instead, they'll provide you with the pleasure of a challenge from another perspective~

Lucien tightens his grip on my fingers, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

Lucien: In this light, those somewhat "negative" emotions don't seem so terrible, do they?

Lucien: The emotional fluctuations in our day-to-day lives are just a very small part of our overall happiness.

I smile knowingly, taking his hand as we head towards home.

MC: Then I won't push myself to be a girlfriend who's happy every single moment anymore.

MC: Let me just be the girl favored by Professor Lucien~

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—[Memory Silhouette]— Video Timestamp: [28:41]

As the New Year approaches, the supermarket is even more crowded, with shopping carts loaded with goods weaving through the aisles under the decorative lanterns hanging all around.

Lucien emerges from the bustling crowd, purposefully striding towards the sparsely populated kitchenware section.

He stops in front of a row of pots and pans, carefully examining the product descriptions. His brow furrows involuntarily, so he decides to grab a few, preparing to feel them in his hands.

Salesperson: Sir, are you choosing pots? If you have a family of three or more, I recommend this one here. If it's less than three people, the one in your right hand is good.

The salesperson, who has been idle in the kitchenware section for a while, enthusiastically approaches, launching into a sales pitch about the features of several pots.

Salesperson: This is our best-selling item in the store! It features 16 cooking modes, comes with 3 types of pots, and you can even download our app with a vast collection of recipes…

Lucien squints as he listens to the salesperson's extravagant sales pitch, glancing down at the instruction manual in his hand.

Lucien: The so-called barbecue function seems to be just designing the lid of the pot as a grill pan, which probably won't achieve the heating power needed for a true "barbecue".

Lucien: Moreover, this pot has a relatively short warranty period, and the after-sales service centers are only available in select cities nationwide…

As Lucien calmly continues his inquiry, the salesperson's expression gradually stiffens, until they are left speechless.

Lucien pauses for a moment, then smiles and speaks again.

Lucien: However, it seems my girlfriend is using the same model. Could you please help me with the installation?

The salesperson hesitates for a moment, then visibly relaxes, quickly pushing over an oversized shopping cart, which Lucien politely declines.

Lucien: I only need one pot, no need for a shopping cart.

Salesperson: Haha, alright then, please carry it yourself. By the way, it's best to use a wooden spatula with this pot, do you have one at home?

Salesperson: If your girlfriend enjoys making soup, it would be best to have a matching wooden soup ladle…

Salesperson: For boiling soup, it's best to use a dedicated anti-scald stew pot with a safety power-off feature. After all, most household accidents tend to happen in the kitchen, and this is also for the safety of your loved one…

This time, Lucien listens in silence to the salesperson's “targeted promotion”, his gaze focused. His eyes land on rows of kitchen utensils, and he raises his eyebrows a bit, making a silent selection.

Lucien: I'll choose the spatula myself.

Lucien: Please fetch the anti-scald stew pot for me, and also…

Lucien looks towards the empty shopping cart not far away and taps his knuckles against the heavy kitchen utensils.

Lucien: Could you please bring that shopping cart over here?

From the stew pot to the chef's knife and then to kitchen shears... in order to create a safe and easy-to-use kitchen environment for her, the shopping cart is now filled to more than half its capacity.

Lucien: Apart from the kitchen utensils, I also need to purchase two sets of aprons and gloves, as well as kitchen-specific cleaning supplies…

Lucien: [chuckles helplessly] ...there's quite a lot to prepare.

Lucien glances at the time; it's almost been an hour. It's time to meet up with her.

Lucien: That's all, thank you.

As Lucien walks towards the checkout counter, he realizes that, for once, he's like everyone else in the supermarket, pushing a cart filled to the brim.

The level of meticulous preparation for a single cooking session is even more exaggerated than he had anticipated.

He wants to succeed, he wants the dishes to be more delicious, he wants... her to like them after tasting them.

Lucien: Falling into the trap of consumerism... is it because of this mindset?

Not far away, a familiar figure is waving at him. The closer they get, the more surprised the expression on that face becomes. Lucien can't help but laugh.

After she sees him, she will probably say that she just wanted to buy a new pot.

Part 5 & 6-> [Here]

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spiralinghours · 1 month ago

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“I’ll Be Seeing You” (3/?)

Fandom: Saw franchise

Pairing: Mark Hoffman x Peter Strahm

Rating: PG-13

Warnings/Tags: Mild 90’s/00’s homophobia and closeted behavior, chubby chaser Strahm, mild violence (?), mild blood mention (?)

Summary: Picking up directly from part 2 (please read before this), we see comparisons between the stakeout in 1992 and 2006. We jump back to earlier in 1992 to get Strahm’s first impressions on Hoffman.

These two men don’t know what they want.

Author’s notes: Sorry for any errors and for how short it is!

I dunno, actual intimacy may occur in later installments. They’re both verse in my opinion so if you don’t like that, this series may not be for you.

MAY 1992

“Did you see that?” Peter rasped in a quieted breath, staring out into the shadows.

Mark’s gaze tried to hone in and focus on whatever he had caught, but it was hard to see anything in the heavy shade within the already deep night atmosphere.

A lot of use they were.

“What is it?” Mark bumbled, still not seeing anything.

“Thought I saw someone walking into that little storage shed over there.” Peter pointed vaguely to the area in front of their car. “Hold on, I just need to—” With binoculars he had seemed to pull out of nowhere, Peter leaned over the center console at a severe angle to get a better view. It had him practically hovering over Mark’s chest (who, all the while, stiffened up, as if movement would somehow disrupt the process).

Without realizing how much he was extending himself, Peter lost balance, fumbling into Mark’s lap, binoculars clattering somewhere into the floorboards.

“Heh heh.” Mark giggled at the awkward pile of lankiness atop him.

“What?!”

“I dunno. You’re cute… Special Agent.”

“Cute?!” Indignation spread over Peter’s face, which only gave him a sour-sweet appearance—brows hanging heavy over dark, full lashes.

“Take a compliment, Agent Strahm.” Mark’s voice had dropped to a softer whisper, as if he was trying to gently scold him. “I wouldn’t say it if it weren’t true. You know, not many guys in this field can keep their good looks like that. Stress is a hell of a thing.” The corner of his smile dimpled up, already chewing on another fry.

Strahm was at a loss, mouth reaching to say something, but still devoid of the words. No thoughts.

After a briefly awkward pause, he scrambled to get himself untangled from Mark’s seat.

“Lemme help,” Mark offered. When he moved to seemingly brace Peter’s shoulder, his hand slipped instead to his chin. With Peter’s face steadied in his grasp, he leaned in for a kiss.

It was a warm, salty swirl of tongue and gummy-plush lips. Strahm stiffened at the notion that he had intrusively wondered what those lips felt like—what they did. He was getting the firsthand experience now, playing it all out like a strange dream, feverish and curling low into the pit of his stomach.

Mark pulled away suddenly, expression shifting back to dull, bored, and blank, as if not a thing had happened. “Wanna get out and take a look?”

“What?” Peter tried not to gasp, but he was taken so aback.

“Yeah, if you think you saw someone around that shed or whatever, maybe we should look into it.” Solid, flat. Mark was playing it absolutely cool.

That’s how it was going to be then.

“Yeah… sure,” was all Peter could get out, nodding with traces of confusion still in his lingering glare.

He didn’t like the amount of figuring out this Hoffman guy was going to be putting him through.

2006

Despite only mildly admitting to his inclinations towards Hoffman’s voluptuous form, Mark continued to make a show for Strahm, going as far as undoing the button of his pants—one small barrier that would further be breached later.

Peter took note, rolling his eyes, mouth crinkling into a bothered, jagged line. There was no hiding his frustration and his roaming eyes. “Real professional,” he huffed.

“Excuse me, I just wanted to be comfortable,” Mark jabbed, managing to keep his tone nonchalant and sarcastic.

“Good luck pulling your pants up if we see an apprentice and have to go running after them. Might as well take your belt off too.”

“You’d just love that, wouldn’t you?”

Peter scoffed, making his best attempt to pry his eyes away from Mark’s figure and endearingly dumb face.

“Feels like yesterday since we did this last.” Mark folded his hands delicately over his belly as he spoke.

“Don’t go pretending to be sentimental, you fuck.”

“Not pretending. They sure were pairing us up a lot, huh?”

“Yeah, yeah…”

“It’s like the precinct knew you liked me.” There was a dumb grin blooming across Mark’s lips.

“Me like you? Don’t flatter yourself.”

“I never disliked you.”

“Oh, how gracious. Thank you.”

“That’s your problem. You got so grumpy. Not just over the years… You were a little rigid back then too.”

“Sorry if I’m trying to take my job seriously and don’t particularly like being dragged around by a caveman like you.”

“Thinkin’ ‘bout me dragging you around, huh?”

“Please shut the fuck up. You are such a goddamn smug bastard. I can’t stand you.”

“Yeah, how ‘bout you make me?”

Hoffman relaxed back against his headrest, thinking Strahm would be sick of the back and forth, thinking he had gotten him. But he was stunned at the sudden nip and suck at his lower lip—almost blood-drawingly harsh, skulls clanking together, prominent noses pecking against each other.

Despite all the vile acidity, Strahm kissed him with such fervor, wetly swallowing and slipping his tongue as if he was parched. Beyond all hunger and thirst.

And then…

It was just over.

Mark was almost certain his lower lip was bruising and shredded. He had to admire the ferocity.

“Unless you need me directly for whatever reason—and there better not be one—you work with Perez, or Erickson, or anyone else from my office. But I’m not fucking around with your difficult ass after this.”

“Hmm, so sure about that, aren’t you, Agent Strahm?”

So hard to get, that agent liked to play. It tickled Mark immensely. Sure, he’d made his mistakes, but the head-butting and hostility was such a tease. Something about it, especially years on down, had riled him up.

He’d get Strahm to give in, like him… trust him a little.

#coffinshipping fic #hoffstrahm fic #coffinshipping #hoffstrahm #90s hoffstrahm

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dreamylittlesugarcube · 1 year ago

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Clickbait

Genre: EXO AU

Characters: Kyungsoo x Female Reader

Warnings: Kind of some swearing?

Word Count: 1000

Summary: You meet your long-term pen pal and it’s SURPRISE, Kyungsoo.

A/N: This was a request and a fun one at that! I hope you enjoy it. Don’t forget to like and re-blog if you do. How would you react if this happened to you? Leave me a GIF in the comments!

Also note: This is my own original work, if you’d like to share, please re-blog. Do not re-post. Image used is not mine, credit goes to Soompi.

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Crouched behind a hip-height brick wall, you carefully checked your phone, watching as the seconds ticked by, second by second closer to the appointed meeting time.

55…56…57…58…59…60

7:00 AM

Behind you, the giant hands on the clock tower advanced and the bells chimed, each dong seeming to say MOVE YOUR BUTT, COWARD! You peeked around the corner, careful to stay hidden as you scanned the mostly-deserted park, wondering if any of the strangers walking by happened to be your stranger. Though perhaps ‘stranger’ wasn’t the right word. More like ‘person-I’ve-told-all-my-inner-thoughts-to-but-actually-never-met-and-might-

be-a-scammer’.

Not for the first time, you wondered if you were foolish. Foolish to have joined a cooking community on Reddit. Foolish to have responded to a post from soogoodmykimchispaghetti. Foolish to have spent over a year messaging a person you only knew online. Day by day, falling for the kind, witty man you exchanged food porn photos with.

If you’d learned anything from MTV’s Catfish, it was to be skeptical of young, seemingly attractive, well-spoken men online. Especially ones who avoided video chatting and changed the topic every time you asked for a picture. You’d sent him one of yours, hoping he’d respond with one in kind. But he hadn't. And yet somehow he’d still talked you into flying to meet him in Seoul. Which was precisely how you found yourself in your current position, hiding within sight of the meeting place, unsure of whether you actually wanted him to show up or not.

From your point of view there were three options ahead of you:

Option 1: He ghosts you and you can quietly pretend this never happened

Option 2: He’s nothing like you imagined

Option 3: He’s everything you thought he’d be and more

Option 4: He tries to extort you for money or join his MLM scheme.

Honestly, 75% of those options sucked.

“Um…puffypancakegirl29?”

You startled at the sound of a voice behind you, losing your balance and falling flat on your butt in the process. On the ground, you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before you looked up. You had time to register dark brown eyes, fluffy black hair, and full-looking lips before instant recognition hit.

Your ult bias, EXO’s Do Kyungsoo, extended his hand to you.

“Puffypancakegirl29?” he tried again.

Your throat felt tight as you nodded mechanically, managing to grasp his hand and allow him to pull you up from the dirt. You made a show of dusting off your pants as you thought about what to say.

Hello Soo, nice to meet you, by the way I love you and your voice makes me melt? Or Nice to meet you Soo, by the way I really enjoyed that low-cut white pirate shirt you wore on Music Bank the other week?

Both of those options sounded like excellent ways to freak out the K-Pop idol who was apparently your long-term penpal.

“Are you okay?” Kyungsoo asked, dark brows knitted together in concern.

You swallowed hard. “Yeah, yep, totally fine, all good,” you sputtered. “Just waiting for you.”

“Behind a wall?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow in amusement.

You shrugged, murmuring something unintelligible. Fighting the urge to run, you made a beeline past Kyungsoo for a bench you spotted just down the path.

“Wait,” Kyungsoo called after you, stooping down to pick up the phone you hadn’t realized you’d dropped. “Your phone…”

Now in front of you, he stood, staring at your lock screen with an expression you couldn’t quite read. In horror, you realized what he was seeing: a close-up of him wearing that god-damned pirate shirt, looking sexy as hell during his “Cream Soda” promotions.

You quickly snatched the phone out of his hands, hiding it behind your back to try and bury the evidence, though you knew it was already too late.

Kyungsoo sat down beside you, hands folded calmly in his lap.

“So…I take it, you know who I am then?”

“Yeah,” you replied. “Yeah, I know who you are. But only now, I swear I didn’t know before.”

“How would you?” he asked gamely. “I never sent you a picture…which I’m sorry about, by the way, I just–”

“No, I get it, Kyungsoo. I do. With your job, you have to be careful…and sending pictures to some random girl you met online–”

“You’re not some random girl–”

You laughed. “I’m the definition of ‘some random girl’, Kyungsoo. I mean, we met on a cooking subreddit thread, for pete’s sake.”

“True,” Kyungsoo chuckled. “It’s nice to meet you, by the way.” He extended his hand for you to take. “You know, once we decided to meet, I’d been thinking about how to reveal my identity to you, but I guess now I don’t have to.”

You took his hand, pumping it up and down. “I swear, I’m not a weirdo. I just really like your voice, that’s all.”

“And my chest, apparently.”

You felt your face get red. “I would love it if you would forget about that,” you said, wondering if there might be a sinkhole nearby for you to fall into.

“Not a chance,” he responded, sporting a grin that said this would definitely come up again in the future.

“Um…so…what should we do now,” you asked dumbly, trying to shift the conversation to literally anything else.

“I was thinking maybe breakfast? Get to know each other a little more?” Kyungsoo replied. “I know a great place near here that serves those fluffy, souffle pancakes and I assumed maybe you–”

“Is that why we had to meet at the crack of dawn?” you blurted.

Kyungsoo laughed, his eyes squinching in a delightfully cute way. “Well, partially. That…and I’m…well, me, so–”

You smiled at his words, holding up a hand to cut him off. “Breakfast sounds good.”

Kyungsoo got up, putting on a black baseball cap and face mask. His “on the down-low” gear, you assumed. You walked together through the park in companionable silence and once on streets, let him guide you down some surprisingly quiet alleyways towards your destination. A bright yellow awning greeted you, along with the sweet smell of baked goods and maple syrup.

“Kyungsoo?” you said, stopping him just outside the restaurant.

He turned to smile back at you and your heart thumped loudly in your chest.

“Thanks for being Option #3.”

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Thanks for reading Clickbait! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Don’t forget to leave me a meme or GIF in the comments. How would you react if this were you? Inquiring minds must know!

XOXO,

Emmy

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Fandom: Undertale, Undertale AU

Rating: G

Prompt(s): "Who said this is a good idea?"

Warnings: may contain nuts...and lame jokes

It was 3:00 AM and with the nightmares you'd just woken up from?

Well, let's just say you weren't planning on sleeping anytime soon.

Why not follow the skeleton wandering down the hall with a jar of peanut butter? Your sure there is a perfectly reasonable explanation for him having it.

Sans hadn't said much since you'd joined his silent wander around the house. After your initial greeting and inquiry about his choice of sandwich spread he just shrugged and invited to to "wait an' see".

No unwanted looks of sympathy or prying questions.

You appreciated it.

"So, do you often get a late night craving for peanut butter?" You ask softly as you leave the living room and head towards the stairs together.

Sans gave you a lazy smile, but remained silent.

"Makes sense that you'd choose peanutbutter." You continue.

Sans keeps moving towards the stairs but you can tell he's listening.

"I hear it sticks to your ribs." You watch his back intently and light up when his shoulders start to bounce.

The two of you travel to the very end of the hall. The rows of bedroom doors are uniform in placement, yet uniquely decorated by each occupant.

Sans comes to a halts in front of one decorated with caution tape and very cool flame art.

You then watch as he proceeds to unscrew the cap and using a plastic butter knife, smear a thick glob along the underside of the door handle.

You watch him pause to consider his work before silently stepping across the hall to the opposite door.

This one is similarly decorated, but instead of very cool paper drawings taped to it, this door has a white board full of jokes and little cartoon food stuffs riding shooting stars doodled in blue marker.

He proceeds to do the same to this door knob before moving onto the next one.

And the next one.

Then the next one.

Zig and zag.

Back and forth until finally you can no longer watch on in wondering silence.

"So, your doing this to everyone? This little prank?" You ask, keeping your voice to a low whisper.

Sans make a soft hum of acknowledgement before moving to a door with a black chalkboard sign framed in black leather and spikes boldly proclaiming "KEEP OUT OR DUST!" and dutifully scooping another knife full of peanutbutter.

"Even the angry ones?" You ask eyeing the spiky sign.

The one across from it was a bit more plainly decorated, though the chalkboard on this one was a bit ... vulgar.

Sans chuckling was almost inaudible.

" especially those ones." He mused.

You grimaced as he pulled out a sheet of bubble wrap from seemingly nowhere and added a door mat.

Two presents? Sans was being one generous guy tonight!

"Who said this was a good idea?" You ask trailing behind him to the next set of doors.

These ones were less angry and more rustic. One was decorated with a stick framed cross-stitch welcoming you inside and the other was plain, except for a wicker wreath that said "bless this mess"

Sans gave you another shrug.

" no one, but that's half the fun." With the last of the doors booby trapped, Sans turned to face you.

The shadows under his sockets rivaled your own, but there was a certain gleam to his eyelights that hadn't been there when you started.

His smile was contagious.

"So what now? You asked.

I was almost 4:00AM.

Sans let out another quiet hum.

"the first of them will be up in an hour...wanna watch tv until then?"

You nodded, before adopting an impish smile of your own.

"Can we make sandwhiches first? "

Sans raised a brow bone.

"sure, what kind?"

"Well, I was thinking," in one swift motion you scooped a bit of peanutbutter with your fingers and spread a generous helping down the space between his orbital bones.

"Why not make an open-faced?" You smothered a laugh as Sans eyelights crossed.

"Huh, that's quite the spread." He snorted, his own laughter barely contained.

"Yup," you grinned, " It's my favorite kind of sanswhich."

#fictober22 #undertale sans #undertale au #possibly too late for a reblog #but I wanted to write this anyway #echoes transcribed

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ocean-again · 9 months ago

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the kind of dad who wants you to learn exclusively guitar is a 90's/00's era pop-punk washout gen X who sold out to the man (quit the band and got a job to support his family) and isn't gonna let his kid sell out, by which we mean, live their own life and play the music they want to play.

he's not gonna buy you that expensive violin, you don't need a suit to play music, look at all those conformists with their Orchestra *he spits the word* you don't need other people to play music, just like how he didn't need the guys in the band, (the band is now a bunch of studio musicians who are making it work even if they're not living in a big house or supporting their families all that well)

no, kiddo this family has a perfectly good collection of (untouched, and at this point mostly decorative) guitars displayed on the walls like the ghosts of the dad's dreams deferred, and the instant the kid tries to touch the dad's guitar, at the sound of their first strangled out of tune chord, the dad takes the guitar away to "show you how it's done" which leaves their kid in a state of frustrated boredom listening to the dad doing a super long solo only to be gasping in indignation when the dad goes "whelp, that's enough music lessons" and puts the guitar away when they're done.

kid is dejected, they take the bus into the city from the suburbs and they get out at the opera house because that's where they pipe out the orchestra music to scare off homeless people, but it's raining outside, so we watch them hopelessly slump to the ground against the wall in the transit tunnel.

up steps a busker, you first see just their feet, polished leather shoes that have seen better days, and then they begin to play, the violin weaving into the sound of the underground, cutting through the despair of our protagonist, here is their mentor, their yoda, a concert violinist who is barely squeaking by on passion alone.

they convince their dad to let mentor give them guitar lessons, which are actually violin lessons, they play a loud recording of bad guitar to cover the violin sounds and the house is so big that their dad, with the door closed, in his office, thinks it's great.

we montage a lesson into an expository flashback

how did the kid get into violin? well, dad kind of married up, their now dead/gone mother was a violinist who loved classical music and they have a lot of warm memories of fancy nights out with her before what's implied to be the Russian mob took her away.

the violinist mentor understands this. in America, you think you can escape your troubles, but they often find you again.

this also explains why the dad is so pressed to keep the kid of out classical music, the tumult of emotions surrounding his wife's disappearance are too much for him, he retreats into the simple life of smoking dobies with this bros and playing guitar for an audience of noone in his little home office.

a montage of lessons, this subterfuge is easy when your mark doesn't want to know the truth, the mentor is doing better with another steady source of income, he has new shoes, the kid has a spring in their step again which pleases the dad, when dad asks the kid to show him what they've been working on the kid can dutifully plonk out a few chords before once again, now gratefully, surrendering the guitar to his dad for an expert and super long solo, the game it seems, will never be up.

one day, the mentor and the kid are so wrapped up in their lesson, maybie they're playing together, and the cover-story tape of crunchy inexpert guitar music cuts out, and their song, beautiful, haunting, drifts across the house to the dad, who, insulated in his office is caught with perhaps a vision, a drifting dream, a memory of his lost wife, he gets up and softly pads across the house not wanting to break the spell, his face, for the first time in this whole movie, is soft, open, no worries cloud his brow, he is enthralled by this music,

he gets to the music room, and opens the door softly saying his wife's name, only to reveal the kid and the mentor.

we have you classic "what are you doing!" "I can explain!" "where did you get that violin?!" "I found it!" "you found it??" "it was in mom's study" "your mother's study...I told you never to go in that room!" the kid has been playing their mother's violin this whole time!

the dad demands the violin, the kid doesn't want to give it, the dad demands it, "you had no right" the mentor makes a hand gesture as if to say "they had every right" but they know their place, they cannot interfere.

the kid lovingly places their violin back in it's careworn case, snaps the snaps shut, and hands it to their dad before crying as they run away down the hall, the dad, also crying, softly rocks the violin in its case to his chest.

(the finale is obviously a duet of the solo the dad always plays, their kid on electric violin, the dad on acoustic guitar but we HAVE TO EARN IT, also at some point we need a flashback of violinist mom playing that same duet with the dad and we realize his solo has needed another voice this whole time, ovb it is also his leitmotif)

anyways, I feel like the mentor would be like, ok, so, you know kid is actually very good at violin right? and the dad is like, get out.

the mentor is like, No.

Not yet.

you want them to love music, they already love music, but you can't ask them to forget her and you shouldn't try and forget her either.

and the dad is like get out, he is still clutching the violin. his leitmotif is being played mournfully on the strings.

the mentor looks him in the eyes, puts a business card down on the table, and says "call me when you want to talk about it" and walks out.

crucial detail, the violin playing mentor must be one of those people who plays like every instrument, they're a studio musician type, they were recording fresh "practice guitar" tapes for covering over the kids lessons and have thus been practicing guitar themselves, we need to have this established in the teaching montage because shots of the interior of their home also need to be looking nicer over time, so we get a sense that they're actually also very good at playing the kind of guitar the dad respects and has been enjoying.

alright, so now we're back to what superficially looks like where we were at the beginning, but now the house is large and full of silences on a way they weren't aware of before. nobody is happy. doubly so because they remember what it was like to be happy. the kid is absolutely not talking to the dad. the dad is trying to chatter in a superficially upbeat way, this fails. and they go their separate ways to school and work once more at opposite ends of this house.

the dad looks at the business card from the mentor, now worn at the corners from being thumbed constantly, and calls up what the audience believes is his buddy from the old band instead. that guy comes over, it's the mentor, they've known each other from way back, "i'm sorrys" are exchanged, they hug,

and the two of them are now out behind the garage smoking a doobie like the delinquent teens they once were.

they discuss the situation.

the friend/kid's mentor makes the point that the kid has, up until this point, been such a good kid, so easy, that dad got complacent. didn't his friend remember the things they used to get up to? dad makes a face like, hoo boy.

an incident with the thing, is mentioned but never explained, and dad is reminded of how he used to fight with his own old man about music, he remembers that teenagers are people, together they hatch an idea.

cut to dad gettig the kid ready to go out

there's a little bit of subterfuge on the kid, maybe a blindfold, they both get dressed up and it's a bit of a surprise, the kid needed a new outfit because the last time they wore something nice mom was still alive, and then there they are,

on stage.

the dad is holding the violin case, he extends it to his child like it is very precious to him but he knows it is very precious to them too, and he apologizes for being a shitty dad, there on stage, in front of god and everyone.

"I'm sorry for being weird about your music, I should have listened, and I want to hear you play, Bill here" the mentor steps forwards, "and I go way back, he reminded me that you were just trying to find your way like I he and I did back when we were your age, and I'd really like to hear you play"

it's the kids first recital, and they do a solo, and at first it's the mother's lietmotif and then the dad's and then the kid's own lietmotif that before now was never played in full or alone. it is haunting. it is perfect.

we roll credits and over the dad and the kid and the mentor all playing music together.

Nobody ever writes stories about kids who want to learn the classical violin but whose parents force them to learn the electric guitar instead.

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late shift

Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker x Reader (fem)

A/N: I wrote this within a few hours today after feeling a little blah - I hope y’all like it! Please do not read if you’re under 18. There are darker themes in this fic lol ps I might write a second part

Summary: your employer calls you in for a late shift at the lab. What happens after horrifies you.

Warnings: ANGST, non consensual touch, older themes, bad words, talks about bruises and booboos (plz I wanted to write something scary lol bye)

What I listened to writing this lol so dramatic

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It was far later than you normally liked to go in, but your boss insisted. You walked into the dark lab, quickly turning on the lights - seeing that most of the bulbs had gone bad. “That’s weird,” you mutter under your breath before walking over to the utility closet and grabbing light bulbs and a step ladder.

Shuffling over to the blown bulbs you grab your cell phone, turning on the flashlight and starting to examine the lights as you stood on the step ladder.

“What in the world?” You whisper under your breath, seeing that all of the blown bulbs weren’t blown at all.

Smashed. Every single one of them.

“Okay….” You breath, looking around and seeing all of the glass shattered in the floor before your eyes met the project you and your team had been working on for the last eight months.

“Oh my god.” Clicking through your phone you called your best friend and colleague’s number - the phone began to ring:

“Heyyyyy!” His voice sang. “What’s up? Did you watch the-”

“Hey, Pete,” you speak quickly, “Dr. Octavius randomly asked me to come in tonight - he said it was urgent.. but when I got here he wasn’t here; no one was. Most of the overhead lights are busted and the cr-“

“Busted how?” He interrupted.

“Pete, I didn’t call about the lights,” You reply, trying to change out a light. “I called because Project 00 and Dr. Octavius are both no where to be found. Why call me in and not be here? Like, I’m tired dude - I just wanna go home and take my pants off and watch something. Also, does he just take Project 00 home with him after work or something? That’s like totally weird, right?”

The line grew silent.

“Peter?” You ask, growing a bit concerned. The line sounded as if something was rustling before Peter spoke, “I’m on the way right now.”

You could hear him breathing heavily on the other line, “Peter, what are you doing breathing like that, you weirdo?”

He breathed heavily as he spoke, “I’m running.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I’m running,” he repeated. “I just have a really weird feeling right now and I don’t want you to be alone -“

You smiled as he took a few labored breaths before beginning to speak again, “- and I don’t want you to be alone to change all of those lightbulbs, shorty.”

“Did you just call me shawty?” You chortled. Though Peter still breathing heavily over the phone he mocked you with a loud chortle before speaking, “No, I called you shorty as in-“

You quickly block Peter’s words out as you hear something moving in front of you, a glimpse of silver metal bouncing off of the few still working fluorescent lightbulbs in the lab.

“Peter,” you whisper quickly. “Peter - how far away are you?”

In one ear you hear Peter’s labored breath, while in the other you hear the sound of metallic thuds seeming to be growing closer to you.

“I’m ten blocks away,” he says, his voice breathless as he spoke, “What’s wrong?”

“This is going to sound crazy - but something is in here with me,” you whisper, stepping off of the ladder and onto the tile floor.

“I’m coming, please don’t worry - I’m coming,” Peter said - still breathing heavily as he ran to you. “I’m only five blocks away now.”

“How are you only five blocks away? You just said ten blocks?” Brows furrowing as you question Peter. “And-“

A loud thud came from behind you as you turn towards it, dropping your cellphone as your eyes met that of your employer, the most understanding and kind mentor you had ever had in your life - “Dr. Octavius?” You stared at him in complete shock as tears started to form in your eyes.

He was perched up on what looked like Project 00 - the project that was supposed to help heal others - but he had added four large long metallic tentacles to the suit.

You looked at his face - or what little of his face you could see. His hair was disheveled, his face looked different - more sinister. He let out a low breathy chuckle before he spoke, “It’s Dr. Octopus now, gorgeous.”

Gorgeous? You cringed at the word. Dr. Octavius was a very professional man and highly respected you. “What?” You whispered, a tear slowly falling down your cheek as you remained staring in shock at the man before you.

“I knew you’d come in if I asked,” he hissed as a frightening smile formed upon his face. “You have always been my favorite because you always do whatever I ask.”

You start to back up, seeing your phone still lit up with Peter on the line.

He approaches you, “You have always been such a gorgeous young lady. After my wife died last year I became weak. But then I put on the 00 Project suit,“he stops grimacing and changes his expression into a petrifying smile before snapping back to you, “Now I’m a changed man.”

“You’re supposed to be a kind man,” you whisper through tears, trying to feel behind you for anything to be a weapon.

“Oh, I’ll be kind to you, gorgeous,” the two metal tentacles not bracing him on the ground slowly crept towards where you stood. “I have wanted to fuck you since the moment I saw you. Your intelligence - it’s sexy. I know how you love to please me. You’re always such a good girl.”

His chilling eyes basically undressed you already as his metal arms grabbed yours, picking you up as you started to cry - “Dr. Octavius, please. What has happened to you?”

One tentacle wraps around your waist like a boa constrictor, slowly bringing you toward him. “Pretty, pretty, pretty,” he says, almost as if you were his new pet. “I can’t wait to get my hands on you,” viciously smiling he wraps his hand around your throat - now holding you up by your throat, his free tentacle plays with the hem of your shirt before he rips it open, exposing your chest as your arms tried to hide it from his view.

“Dr. Octavius please!” You cry, “It’s me! You know me! You, me and Peter go do karaoke on Thursdays!”

His face grows from lust to anger in less than a second as he slaps you across the face with a hand remaining around your throat now tightening. “I told you my name is Dr. Octopus!”

A lab table flew across the room, hitting the terrifying man and dropping you to the ground - gasping for air as you held your throat, trying to hold your ripped shirt closed. You look up to see Dr. Octavius unconscious on the ground.

“Are you okay?”

“Spider-Man?” You choke out in a whisper. “How did you know I was here?”

The masked hero ran over towards you as you stared at him, still in shock from Dr. Octavius’ actions, “I think you broke your ankle - let me take you to the hospital. And- and,” he looks down at your torn shirt, quickly looking away, “your shirt.”

“Where is Peter?” You ask desperately, starting to look around. “I need Peter - where is Peter?”

Peter’s heart broke as he heard your pleas.

You started to cry, “Do you know Peter Parker? He’s my best friend…”

Kneeling beside you, a masked Peter wrapped his arm around you, “I’m sorry he isn’t here right now, I’m sure he will be soon. It’s going to be okay. Is it okay for me to fill in for him right now?”

You nod before your facial expression changed to terror, pointing in front of you, “Spider-Man…”

Peter looked up, seeing Dr. Octavius starting to stand - just as horrified as you were to see his beloved mentor become a monster. Peter knew he couldn’t be scared right now. He had to be strong for you.

“Hey man, what’s up with the tentacles?” Standing up, Peter quickly shoots a web at a tentacle, pulling it out from underneath the man, making him fall onto the ground again.

The man growled, gritting his teeth as he stood again. “Spider-Man, Spider-Man,” he says in a singsong tone, “Does she know?”

“Hey man, stop being so vague or I’m going to have to trip you up again,” Spider-Man joked, quickly shooting a web. Dr. Octopus dodged it, throwing himself at the hero and wrapping a tentacle around his neck - throwing him into the wall.

“Stop!” You scream, the evil man directed his gaze towards you - immediately dropping Spiderman and starting to approach you with a lustful smile on his face.

“Don’t you dare get near her!” Spider-Man screams as he hurled himself towards Dr. Octavius, wrapping his legs around his head and making him fall to the ground.

A fight broke out between the two of them; Spider-Man throwing thought out punches and shooting articulate webbing - hoping to trip up his opposer; and Dr. Octopus using his heavy tentacles to toss and restrict the hero.

You sat frozen in fear as the fight unfolded.

Spiderman was losing.

Dr. Octopus hit the hero repeatedly as he pinned him to a wall, turning towards you and flashing you a smile before turning back to Spiderman - lifting his mask from his face.

“Peter?” You whispered, hot tears rolled down your face as you watched Dr. Octopus hit him again.

And again.

“Get up,” you whispered to yourself. Breathing deeply, you clench your fists - scanning your surroundings for a weapon to protect Peter with. “Get up,” you whispered again, this time standing as your legs shook with fear, trying to not step on your left foot. Your attention stayed on the two men in front of you.

“Little Peter Parker tried to come save his crush,” Dr. Octopus teased. Peter looked over at you as you stood, “But jokes on him…. Because she is mine!”

He throws Peter to the floor, laughing as he does. “Pretty, pretty, pretty,” he coos as he approaches you, ripping the rest of your shirt off. “Pretty, pretty, pretty.”

“Please, stop!” You scream, trying to hold yourself up on a table.

Peter tries to get up, but Dr. Octavius is too strong now - too powerful. He throws a table at Peter, just like he did to him - knocking him to the ground.

The villainous man pins you to the wall by your throat, going for the waist band of your pants, “I bet everything is just as pretty as what I’ve already seen.” He makes a rip in your corduroy pants, smiling viciously as he wrapped you in his tentacles. “The things I’m going to do to you.” He breathed in, almost as if he were trying to inhale your scent.

“Please Mr. Octavius, it’s me,” you plead with him as his tentacles rip your pants further.

“Hey Otto!” Peter yelled, getting his attention and causing him to turn away from you. “You’re pitiful.”

The man that clung to your body gave Peter a low growl as he dropped you to the floor yet again, “Orphan Peter Parker is calling me pitiful?”

Peter gulped as he stood his ground, crushed by his once beloved mentor’s painful words.

“Peter Parker who let his girlfriend die,” he gritted his teeth into a smile as he approached where Peter stood. “Peter Parker who is going to watch me fuck the greatest love of his life right in front of his eyes… just like you watched your parents leave. There goes another person, orphan boy.”

Otto wanted a rise out of Peter. Seeing the pain in his eyes was like serotonin overload for Dr. Octopus - once he put that suit on Otto Octavius died and Dr. Octopus was born. Pain equaled pleasure for him now.

“What are you going to do about it, Pete?” He pouts, teasing Peter - sending him over the edge. “Are you going to web me? Give me to the NYPD?”

“I’m going to fucking kill you,” Peter hissed as he shot a web at the ceiling, throwing himself at Dr. Octopus and kicking him in the face before wrapping both of his legs around Otto’s neck.

He punched him in the face over and over again as he gripped his neck with his legs, starting to choke him out as his tentacles flailed around trying to hit Peter. No matter how many hits he took, Peter didn’t let go of his grip of Octavius’ neck. He didn’t back down on the punches. He threw his entire body into every angry punch.

Peter’s face was red as his expression was pure rage. You had never seen him like this before. His eyes were black as he pummeled the villain.

You watch in horror - trying to compose yourself. “Peter,” you say in a whisper, watching him unravel in a fit of anger. Clearing your throat you speak, “Peter.”

Dr. Octavius finally starts to grow weaker with each hit, slowly slumping to the tiled floor - Peter still punching as he screams.

“Peter!” You scream, finally getting his attention. He turns to see you standing, braced on a lab table in a bra and torn corduroy pants, already bruised from Dr. Octopus’ abuses.

Your neck was bright red, growing into a shade of purple, your chest had scratches and bruises, and your ankle was definitely broken.

Peter blinked back tears as he finally let off and let go of Dr. Octavius, looking at his face before he quickly swung over to you - immediately embracing you.

His arms wrapped around you, holding you close to him - but not too tightly.

You sobbed into him as he held you close, “please get me out of here, Peter. I’m so scared.”

He gulped, not even saying a word as he quickly shot a web, swinging you home through the quietest parts of the city - swinging you to his apartment to take care of you.

All he wanted to do was take care of you.

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bonbonthedragon · 3 years ago

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Meeting You Changed Me (15)

Dad!bakugou x fem!reader

A series

Summary: When Bakugou leaves an ugly divorce, leaving him as a single dad he never can imagine himself finding love again, not when he was never actually in love. People manipulate and lie and he can’t trust anyone but those close to him and now protect what he has left. But maybe...just maybe he can give her a chance.

Warnings: fluff, angst, cursing, smut, 18+

Note: so sorry this is some hours late. Lots happening here at home while I’m away and ajndksmdkdk so I hope an extra long chapter makes up for it! Have a lovely day!

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“Whoa man, that’s insane. You really think he was in her apartment yesterday?”

“When I was there? Yeah. She blamed the cat but when I got there I could have sworn I saw the cat outside by the railing, laying in the sun.”

“Spooky. Ghost cat” kamanari said, shoving a piece of sushi in his mouth

“No ya damn wall outlet.” Bakugou rolled his eyes “I want you to help me save her.”

“So like,” kamanari Swallowed his food “kidnap her with consent and keep her at your house? Kinda like a cute hamster.”

Bakugou stared at his friend, blinking. He reached across the table to slap him before Sero grabbed his wrist and held him. “Okay okay man,” Sero patted the blonds back, helping him calm down and sit back in the chair. Sero sent a look at kirishima with a small smirk, to which the red sent his own knowing smile.

“Seriously though,” kirishima said, until kamanari cut in

“Noooo man! It’s guys night, can we just relax. It was a long day a work.” Everyone stopped and stared at the electric blond, Bakugou clearly on the verge of jumping him and sero smacking his own forehead. Kamanari raised a brow “what? We’re out and drinking. I thought we were-“

“No man.” Kirishima began “Bakugou called us to help him with (y/n) and this mob monster man. We are not having boys night. Minas not here because of her sister. And you two are the only ones drinking. Your just crazy and bakugous drinking because he’s stressed”

Kamanari stared at them, slowly taking a drink of his beer and setting it down “so we can’t get drunk and have karaoke…?”

Bakugou definitely and clearly thought about reaching over and strangling his friend, but he decided against it. Instead he sighed and dropped his head to his folded arms on the table. The others looked over at him, having not seen him so beat since…well since he realized he was going to marry Kioko….

“Alright. Come on guys,” kirishimas phone pinged, bringing it out and texting something and then nodding “oh! They’re here.”

Bakugou brought his head up “who”

“Hello everyone!” Deku chimed, letting go of todorokis hand to close the diner door

Bakugou put his head back down “no”

Deku looked over at bakugou, who clearly didn’t look okay. He frowned, walking over and taking a seat “Kacchan we are here for you, and-“

Bakugou stood and slapped his hand away “i don’t need you here for me. (Y/n) needs us there for her-“ he was suddenly interrupted by his phone ringing, he pulled it out, freezing when he saw the contact. (Y/n). He stood, looking at the others before walking out of the place and outside “hello?”

“Hey, it’s (Y/n)”

“Hey” he breathed, leaning against the wall

“I um...you don’t have too but- I was wondering if you wanted to go to dinner? Make up...for the other day-“

“Yes- yeah I’m free.” He put his phone on speaker and quickly began to look at some restaurants “does Antonio’s sound good? At 7:00?” It was a sudden decision but-

“Oh- yeah. That’s perfect actually. But what about tatu-“

“He’s at my parents!” He immediately intervened, keeping her on speaker and texting his dad “he was already going to stay the night there so- yeah whatever, I’ll make reservations”

She paused. Was he too clearly excited? Maybe he freaked her out- “okay, if it’s not a problem.” She finally said

“-not at all.” He felt a smile appear on his lips, cheeks dusted with a light blush. He turned, freezing when he came eye to eye with the five idiots at the glass door, all smirking at him. He frowned, but his cheeks heated more as he hung up “I’ll meet you there” he shoved the phone in his pocket and scowled at his friends, growling a bit and shoving past them inside “oh fuck off.”

“Kacchan’s got a date!” Kamanari teased

“That’s great!” Deku added

Bakugou grunted, taking out a 20 and setting it on the table “fuck you guys I’m leaving. Got somewhere to be”

“With yo girl! that’s who!” Sero yelled

“Good luck bakugou!” Kirishima said, giving him a thumbs up

Bakugou grumbled as he went out the door, getting far enough to finally take it all in. The giddiness filled his body and he found himself beginning to jog to his apartment to begin getting ready even though he had a few hours. As he did, he got a text back from his dad that they would pick Tatsumi up from daycare and drop him off at noon tomorrow. He called the restaurant for reservations and got a perfect time. Finally things were looking good and he made it to his building, taking the stairs instead and getting into his apartment. As he walked he dropped his hero suit and went straight towards the shower, stepping in and scrubbing every inch of himself.

He wondered if she wanted to see him just as much as he did her. He wanted to know she was okay, that maybe she would clear some things up about yesterday. He wouldn’t bring it up unless she did, that was for sure. Honestly he would rather her not, not to be rude, but he wanted a normal night, just to chat and we’ll...be in her presence. Just the two of them, on a date. Well- she didn’t call it a date, it was like one though- ugh his brain was thinking too much and he sure as hell shouldn’t be getting his hopes up like this. Bakugou turned off the water, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around himself. He dried and quickly got dressed, putting on a nice pair of jeans and a long sleeve, not wanting to be too formal. After blow drying his hair and grabbed his wallet and phone, heading out the door. He’d stop by that flower shop again for some roses. It was probably too forward, but he wanted too. He wanted to see the same look she gave him when he gave her flowers the first time the other day. By the time he was out of the shop, his phone rang to his mother calling.

“Yeah?” He answered

“Dada!” Tatsumi rang through, sounding upset

“Hey kid. Sorry I-“

“You weft’ me!” He whined. He could hear the giggles in the back by his parents, them yelling in the background that the little one stole the phone and was his problem now.

bakugou sighed “sorry bud. Dads got some...uh- extra work to do, I couldn’t come get you. Even if I did I wouldn’t have time to tuck you in or anything.”

“I misss youuuuu, come getttt meeeee”

“It’s just one night-“

“Save meeeee I’m dyinggggg”

He rolled his eyes “I know your grandparents suck but they aren’t that bad”

“You better watch that mouth Katsuki or ill give you a reason to!” He heard his mother yell, making Tatsumi giggle

“Grandma is dropping you off sometime tomorrow, right now you should be in bed. Why you still up?”

“Bwews’s cews’!”

Blues clues, right. “Don’t stay up to late, if you do I’ll ban French toast in the house.”

Tatsumi paused “Wat-“

“Good night squirt, I’ll talk to you in the morning. Love you”

Tatsumi still stayed silent, until bakugou heard his dad tell Tatsumi he didn’t mean what he said about the French toast. Only then did the kid seem to perk and yell into the phone “wove’ you too! G’ight’ daddy! MUAH”

Bakugou chuckled, ending the call and stuffing the phone into this pocket. He froze when screams claimed the night of the silent city. His head whipped around and eyes danced across the street. The wails continued but he didn’t see and bystanders, until smoke and light emitted from behind a building. He looked from down the street, where he should be heading for the restaurant, but then back toward the alleyway. Sighing, he did as any hero would and ran toward the chaos, as he ran he looked down at his watch, if he was quick, he should only be a little late. Another scream was heard and he hurried his steps to the fight. A woman was held up against a wall by a long arm, and a man being held at gunpoint. The villain with the long arm looked over as bakugou appeared and smiled devilishly, shouting to the other to take care of him. Bakugou set the flowers on the ground gently, looking back at the villains and growling.

“Bastards” he cursed, readying his hands at his sides

“DynaMight! What a delight!” The man retrieved his arm, shortening back to a normal length and dropping the woman who fell and held her throat “Bowey?” He turned to the other man, this guy having dark red skin and bright eyes “we have a bit of an issue” he drawled

Bowey looked over at bakugou, hand falling to his side and gun pointing down. Bakugou nodded for the innocent man to run and he did, grabbing the woman and hiding. The ash-blond turned, but before he could say anything, a bright hand came to grab him. He jerked to the side, the hand just grazing him and burning his skin. Fuck. When he jumped back he got a good look at him again, this Bowey mans hands were like the sun, emitting a blinding light and burning like fire. Suddenly bakugou’s head pushed forward, a pulsing pain ripping through his skull as he stumbled back, he growled and turned to the elastic like man.

“Fucking think before you pull stupid shit like that.” He warned, leaping forward “NOW DIE!” His quirk activated and hit the villain, sending him into the wall and time to deal with the other shitty one. Before he knew it, he was behind shoved by the burning hands, tripping over. So he whirled around before he did and grabbed onto Boweys shirt, sending him down with him and causing a explosion to fly him into a building window. Getting up, he groaned annoyingly, looking down at his burnt shirt and huffing. Rude fucker. He was seething with rage when he finally heard sirens, police coming from the end of the alley and jumping out of their cars. Bakugou grunted, going over to the elastic man and pulling him out of the now indented brick wall. The villain howled in pain as he did, limp at bakugou’s hold and letting the hero drag him up to police. Looking over at the broken glass, Bowey laid in blood, eyes wide open and staring at the sky, light in his palms fading. At least he was alive.

Police thanked bakugou and the bystanders clapped. Photos were taken and lights flashed, making the man more irritated. He looked at his watch, fuck. He looked around, people crowding around and news reporters recording live. He glared at the cameras and scoffed when a news woman came up to him. He couldn’t leave, he knew that. So he answered question after question while he was thanked by the man and woman caught in the crossfire of it all. He helped police put the purps in the car and ambulance, looking down at his watch again. Fuck finishing this, he looked around for the flowers, spotting them in the same place he set the bundle. His heart dropped when he realized they were bent and burned a bit, sighing and carefully dusting off some of the charred bits. He didn’t have time to get new ones. He looked at his reflection in a window of a shop, a tattered and singed man looking back who was dirtied in soot.

“Bakugou?”

His head shot up and he came eye to eye with (Y/n). She stood awkwardly in the street, her face was covered in worry. That really didn’t matter right now because his eyes couldn’t help but travel down. She wore a simple dress that came down just above her knees and around her was a large jacket for the cold. Her hair was brushed down and curled it looked. God he never thought someone could be so beautiful-

Suddenly she was in front of him and he blinked, looking down to see her taking his arm and examining them for injuries. His cheeks flushed and he couldn’t help but to just stare, trying hard to look away but it just wouldn’t fucking work. Her eyes met his and he was forced back to reality, cursing himself and stepping back.

“Shit. Sorry I’m late. There was an attack and I couldn’t just leave it-“ he looked down at himself, finding the once intact roses in his hand “oh- uh” he held them up “they were for you. Sorry, they kind of got...sorry”

She blinked at them, taking them and smiling, making the hero’s cheeks threaten to blush more. She freed her other hand and went closer, going to hold his cheek. She held it there for a moment, and bakugou found himself closing his eyes, letting her hold him. It was nice, like honey and silk- what the actual fuck. Bakugou Katsuki doesn’t feel fucking honey or silk. What was this woman doing to him? She stepped closer, retreating her hand only for a second to place the flowers and her bag gently on the ground before returning with both hands. He fought the urge to nuzzle into it, not wanting to make things too weird or seem too needy. Cause god damn it he was more needy than he thought he was. His hands went to hang onto her arm, sighing at the touch.

Click snap

Snap

Click

His eyes shot open to the flashing lights, watching the cameras snap photo after photo. He looked down at (y/n), who had retreated her hands and was now blocking her eyes from the blinding lights. She backed away and grabbed her things, face scrunched and turning so not to face them. She scurried behind bakugou, who got a glimpse of her eyes, which were shadowed in fear. She can’t be seen with him. He turned to the paparazzi, who were asking question upon question.

“I thought you were married!” A man shouted

“Are you cheating on your wife? Who is she DynaMight? A mistress?”

“Look over here! Lady! Can you tell us your name?”

He growled, holding out his arms to cover (y/n) from view “fuck off! Non of ya damn business you bastards” he looked around, and as he did he felt (y/n) back up closer to his side, clearly uncomfortable. He looked back down, seeing her discomfort and went to gently put a hand to her back side. It made her body stiffen, but she went along and let him lead her out of the crowd while still covering her form from the others. She used her coat to cover her face, tucking herself into his shoulder and matching his steps. He found the back of a building to slip behind, putting her in front of him as they lost the group.

He made sure the cost was clear before checking on her. (Y/n) took deep breaths, eyes closed and holding her chest “sorry I…don’t really like my picture taken”

He grunted “its okay. These damn idiots should mind their own business. My love life is non of their concern- I mean- not that I’m in love with you- well I like you- fuck no I mean- your great-“ he was silenced when her hand lightly touched his elbow, making him shut his mouth

“Your covered in soot. My place isn’t far, it’s just a block down. You’ll get sick if you stay dirty like this.” She went to grab his hand, still clearly a bit jump as she only took a couple of his fingers in her hand before beginning to weave herself along the back of the building. He followed wordlessly, in a daze and too stuck in his head about almost confessing right then and there. Before he knew it they were in front of her shop and she was digging for her keys while they went up the steps. She held the door for him, noticing how she stayed by the frame to search the outside, as if someone could be watching.

“Go take a shower and leave your clothes outside. I have a men’s shirt and sweats you can barrow.” He looked at her funny, and she just shrugged a bit “they’re comfortable to sleep in. But I don’t want you changing back into a shirt and pants that are already falling apart from those burns. Your not hurt are you?” He shook his head and she hummed. She sent him to her bathroom, telling him which soaps he should use and fussed over how much he should use. He nearly smiled at that, how she was so easily mothering him. She set some towels out and he followed her over to the door. She walked away, going into her room and as bakugou began to close the door, she was stripping herself from her coat. He paused for a second, (y/n) taking her arms out of the sleeves. The bruises were worse, looking to have set in and darken. She sighed, going over to the mirror and began to look at her self, extending her arms and wincing a bit. Her neck tilted to move her locks out of the way, the prints on her neck matching those all over her. She went to grab the top button of her dress, undoing it, and onto the other, and the other. Bakugou shut the door quickly, taking a deep breath and turning to strip himself.

—

The hero found himself taking a nearly 30 min shower, just sitting there and letting the hot water hit his face. He was too lost in his thought, everything swarming in his head. He finally stepped out and changed into the clothes, taking a deep breath of her scent covering his body. It made his muscles lax, as if there was not problems in the world, only harmony. He stepped out and noticed she was no longer in her room, rather she was in her kitchen. Before he could make any noise, he heard a whimper, a small gasp coming from her lips. He quieted his steps and glances over to the kitchen.

She hung over the counter, a small picture frame in hand as one of her hands lay over her eyes. She was now in a sweatshirt and shorts, clearly trying to be silent while setting the picture down and wiping her face. It was one of Ren, a smiling boy looking up at the camera, holding up what looked to be around be some kind of hearing aid and his hand in a peace sign. She stood there for a moment, collecting herself and startling when bakugous steps made the floor creek. She whipped around, taking one look before looking away, excessively rubbing at her eyes to get the stray tears away. Bakugou went over to her, gently taking her arm and turning her so he could push her body into his, just enough to give her slack to pull away if she wanted. She didn’t, instead she hiccuped, letting his arms wrap around her as she wept. Second later she was pushing him away, rubbing her eyes again and shaking her head.

“I-I’m sorry I don’t know what came over me”

“It’s okay” he reassured, fighting the urge to pull her back in

“No it’s not I- this is embarrassing that’s what it is.” She took a deep breath, then froze when his hand grazed hers. She began to shake her head again as he ignored it and pulled her in anyway. There was no struggle, just the sway of her body coming back against his own. Bakugou looked down and maybe it wasn’t right, or the right moment, but he couldn’t help but get her to look back up at him and connect his lips with hers. She froze, and he gave her room to move back, but she didn’t, neither did she pull in. The blond didn’t force it, his lips just barely on hers. He pulled away, watching as she refused to meet his eyes and hung her head low, tears beginning to spill.

“Shit- I’m sorry-“

“N-no I-“ she came closer, resting her head against his chest as she stared at the floor “I like it but- I can’t…not yet but I… I want to try, try to be closer. I need time- The things I’ve been through- certain people- I dont think I can…I don’t expect you to wait for me. It’s okay if you dont-mph” suddenly his lips were back on hers, and she stayed hesitant at his taste

“I’ll do what fucking ever as long as you give me a chance. Tell me to fucking jump and I will. Just say it. I want you so badly. I’m yours.” He tucked a stray hair behind her ear and out of her wet face, feeling himself get emotional at the sight. He knew why, why she shouldn’t be doing this, couldn’t do this. There were too many risk but- fuck. “Can I kiss you again?” He asked, eyes going to her lips. She nodded, tugging on the shirt and pulling him in.

“Just tell me to stop. We don’t have to.” He said

Before her lips went to his, she spoke, her hold on his shirt tightening. “Please be gentle”

Bakugous chest set aflame, embers beginning to dance and cause his heart to flutter. He experimentally pushed harder against her, loving the way she whimpered into the kiss. He gently trailed a hand to set on her back, hovering over until she helped him do it, taking his hands and placing it on her lower back and the other going to the small of her waist. It was almost as if she fell into him, letting him hold her weight while her hand came to cup his jaw and the other on hang on his arm. They retreated, both huffing for air as his head rested on her shoulder.

He nuzzled his head into her neck, pushing her hair away as she titled hers. He placed a light kiss under her ear, sending a visible shiver through her body. He sucked a spot into her delegate skin, noticing the purple and blue already on her neck. It made him want to cover them, make his own marks but he knew the limit right now. He’d be damned is he scared her off, if he hurt her. She made a low groan, holding his head closer to her. She kissed at his neck when he pulled away, mumbling something about the bedroom. Bakugou moved to pick her up, causing her to gasp at his strength while he went toward the bedroom. Walking in, his mouth refused to leave her, carful not to run into anything. His knees hit the edge of the bed, freeing a hand to place on the mattress as he slowly lowered her down. Once on the blankets, he stood to take off his shirt, quickly climbing back over to capture her lips again. (Y/n) arched when bakugous hand went under her back, tugging at her sweatshirt. She sat up, his hands removing the clothing. His eyes watched as her arms raised and her breast moved with them, settling back into the black lacy bra when she set the hoodie aside. He moaned at the sight, but was quickly thrown out of the state when he truly go a good look at her.

Her arms, chest and stomach littered in bruises, punches to the gut and being forcefully grabbed by….he nearly growled. (Y/n)s eyes widened, seeming to remember them and immediately went to grab the hoodie, looking away as she covered herself. His stomach dropped, grabbing the hoodie and making her look at him.

“Your fucking beautiful” he murmured, guiding for her to let go of the cloth as he set it aside. Her bottom lip wobbled and he took her lips again. He felt his cheeks wet against her returning tears, wiping them away with his thumb “can I keep going?” He asked. She nodded again, taking his hand and placing it on the mountain of her boob. He groaned as he watched, squeezing softly and ripping a moan from her mouth. His dick throbbed painfully in his sweats, fuck. He moved so she was in his lap, hand undoing the clasp of her bra. As it fell, his eyes watched her breast fall, making her jump a bit as his cock hardened further against her leg. He chuckled, going in to suck on one of her perky buds, his hand rolling the right nipple in his fingers. She sung a symphony atop him, balling his hair in her fist.

Bakugou took his time with each, flicking them against his tongue on one and kneading the other. He licked in the valley of her tits, tasting her as he went down and down until only her legs were hooked around him and she was laying on the pillows. His lips hit her shorts, looking up. She was huffing, looking down at him with lust filled eyes. He took it as a sign and hooked his fingers under, tugging her shorts off and throwing them on the floor. He groaned, seeing the wet spot on her panties and went to graze his fingers over it. She jumped, whining and pushing her hips forward. God he was going to ruin her. He almost didn’t know if he could be as gentle as he needed to be.

In seconds he ripped off her panties, throwing those too and settled between her legs. She whimpered at that, hiding her face behind her hands. He reached up, taking them and away from her face.

“Fuck. Don’t hide, I want to see you.”

Her cheeks went pure red, shaking her head again and tucked her face into the nearest pillow. He snorted, not bothering to pry further and kissed just above her clit. Her hips bucked, his hand having to go and rest on her lower stomach to hold her down. He kissed inside her thighs before hiking her leg up and over his shoulder. (Y/n)s arousal glistened in the dim light, sticking to her inner thighs and making bakugou groan. His hips began to grind into the mattress and he took one long stride between her folds before he dug in. The woman sang as her hands clawed at the sheets, bakugou sucking fiercely at her clit. Her legs threatened to close but he held them open, attacking her pussy like a starving mans last meal.

“F-fuck- bakugou-“

“Shit” he gasped for air “it’s Katsuki- please” and he dove back in, swinging her other leg over and bent them to her stomach.

“Kat-“ she whined

He growled, tongue prodding her needy hole, which was soon replaced his thick fingers. He curled up and watched her reactions, every gasp, whimper and moan like music to his ears, fingers stretched her out in the most delicious way. He grinded against the bed as he attached himself back to her clit, making her body arch off the bed and a cry escape her lips. God she tasted so heavenly. He felt her clamp around his fingers and his cock ached. With his fingers filling her and his tongue doing wonders to her sensitive pearl, she came and he quickly retreated his fingers to watch her gush all over the sheets. It was a fucking sight and he kissed in inside of her leg as she came down from her high. Her body shook and she heaved.

“God- such a good girl- so fucking good. You did so good baby- god you taste like fucking honey” he praised, sucking a bruise into her leg. Bakugou let go as she sat up, pulling him back over her and taking him in a deep kiss. Her hand felt over his pecks, the other rubbing circles into his arm. Bakugou pulled away, making (y/n) whine. Her eyes danced like his all around his body as he began to take off his pants then his boxers. She blushed harder as his cock sprang free, watching him stroke it a bit before crawling back onto the bed. She reached to touch him, but he nudged her back down. “I wanna make you feel good” he said, she just blushed further, letting him get back on top as he positioned himself. He looked up, her hands going to grip his shoulders “tell me if it hurts” he said, leaning down to capture her lips as his tip pushed in. She winced at the stretch, whining into the kiss and making him lean back so he could watch her reactions to know when to stop if it was too much. She shut her eyes tightly, nails digging into his skin and creating crescent moons. He went in to kiss her again, trying his best to distract her from the pain of it. Soon he bottomed out, moaning lowly and dropping his head into the crevices of her neck. He kissed her jaw and down to her collar bone until her hands cupped his face, making him look at her. Her eyes were half lidded and she was clearly lost in pleasure.

“Katsuki- move”

That’s all it took, he planted his hands beside her head and pulled out until just his tip lay then settled back in in one swoop. She moaned loudly, hands flying to his back and digging into him. He grunted with each thrust, watching her expressions and what looked to please her most. With every whimper and cry, she screamed in pleasure as he found her g-spot and hit it over and over. Her pleas were an orchestra, encouraging bakugou to nearly slam into her while the bed shook and creaked. He was so fucking close, her gummy walls gripping his length was becoming too much. He trailed his hand down to her clit, rubbing sloppy circles into the bud.

“Cum for me (y/n)- fuck- you so fucking tight-“

Those words seemed to be all it needed for her to break. (Y/n) cried and wrapped her legs around the blond, pussy taking his dick in a vise grip. He groaned, quickly slipping out and began to pump himself, finishing on her stomach. He nearly collapsed on top of her, nearly, but he didn’t want to crush her. Her held himself up, and she lifted her head and began to kiss his eye lids then his cheeks and jaw. He smiled as she did but froze quickly, leaning back and looking at her stomach, which was covered in his cum.

“Fuck- sorry I didn’t know where too-“

“It’s okay. I’m on the pill anyway.” she led his head to look back at her and his heart melted. She looked so beautiful in the afterglow, like a fucking angel. He shook his head, kissing her before getting up to go to the bathroom. She sat up and watched him go around and grab a towel and wet it with warm water, returning and kneeling onto the bed. Bakugou wiped her down, making sure she was clean and then himself. It saddened bakugou how foreign she acted by the care he was giving her, as if...no, she was never treated like this. With kindness. He walked back and put the rag down in the sink, going to turn on the bath and back to gently pick (y/n) up from the bed. She grunted, clearly sore. He set her on the edge of the tub, letting her get in. He turned to find some towels for when they got out, and as he did he saw her smile from the corner of his eye.

He came back and set the stack on the counter and went to step into the tub with her, getting behind as she rested against his back. He took the soap and luffa and began to scrub her down then himself, bringing handfuls of water up to rinse her off. Her kissed along her back as he did, every handful another kiss placed. She was silent, it wasn’t uncomfortable but rather nice, and he wouldn’t speak a word so he didn’t startle her too much. After the bath he dried her off, changing her into a over sized shirt and underwear while he dressed in the sweat she gave him. He carried her to the bed and set her down, falling in behind and letting her snuggle into his chest. She clung to him like a koala to a tree and it made his whole body giddy at how cute the action was, how different he was seeing her. It was a whole other side he didn’t know existed and he loved it.

“Thank you, for taking care of me.” She mumbled, wrapping an arm under and around his torso.

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scintillasofbeomgyu · 3 years ago

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➷ a star called you — chapter 42: “big brain era”

pairing: choi beomgyu x reader. genre(s): fluff, band txt, college au, smau (this chapter is semi). wc: 1,1k. warning(s): food pictured; not proof read, typo in twt too lazy to change. disclaimer: NO i do not support idolxidol shipping! this is just for the purposes of the story. an: i'm gonna pull a cia and dip after this so don't hate me too much 😁

[06:11 pm] — “so what did you want to talk about?” you asked after shoving your phone into your pocket with a huff. taehyun was like a doting mother, which was rather ironic considering the way he always ruthlessly blunt with no remorse. you’d eventually concluded by the time you got to high school (and after incidental and intense exposure to japanese pop culture) that taehyun was simply, just tsundere.

subin caught the light chuckles slipping from your lips and stole glimpses at you from the corners of his eyes. you seemed comfortable, or atleast that’s what he was hoping for. the look in your eyes when he had arrived to pick you up from the store was still fresh in his mind: surprise mixed with the tiniest bit of anxiousness that you attempted to conceal with a smile. it was a god-sent that his sister made him babysit, otherwise, if he had been alone, he was sure you would have run away.

his hands tightened around the steering wheel and he sighed, “we’ll talk when we get there. it’ll only be a minute.”

you kept your eyes on the passing buildings outside. the sun had just tucked itself beyond the mountains and night fall was quickly decending upon the city. the sinage of the stores lining the street were beginning to flicker on and the pavements were beginning to fill up with those coming from work, from school, and those heading out with or to friends and family.

the temperature was starting to drop, so you rolled up the window and glanced toward yina, subin’s niece, in the backseat. she was fast asleep, features relaxed peacefully, worn out from all the excitment, the sight making you smile fondly. if it weren’t for her, you couldn’t imagine what would have happened. despite reassuring your friends and taehyun that everything was okay and that you were fine, truthfully, being with subin made you feel uneasy.

the car turned, rolling down an incline and into the underground parking lot of a building. when the realization that it could only be Alice that you had arrived at, adrenline pumped through your veins and the edges of your lips tugged into a huge grin. this feeling chases away any worries and concerns plaguing your mind, to make room for but one nearing reality: you were going to see beomgyu.

the minute subin turned off the engine you would have charged for the elevator you’d been eyeing like a bird of prey, if it were not for the fact that he kept the car doors locked. you fiddled with the handle before snapping your head in his direction with a peeved pout.

his laughter echoed off the walls in the parking lot, “we still have to talk, silly.”

“o-oh, right,” you blushed, slowly reclining back to the leather of the seat and hoping it would swallow you whole.

subin prayed the overhead lights didn’t show the begrudging expression forcing it’s way into his face no matter how hard he tried to remain unstirred. did he ever make you feel this way? he didn’t know whether to believe he did or didn’t was better, either theory made him upset.

“i wanted to aplogize,” he started, gulping before he continued, “for what happened in the past. i was really immature. a-and stupid,” he frowned at the steering wheel, his breath becoming unsteady, “i didn’t deserve you— i still don’t. you opened up to me and told me things, things that take alot of courage to share, and i threw all of that back in your face. i was insecure because to me you were someone... perfect. i didn’t think i was good enough and yet i had the audacity to act like i was”

you nodded along as he spoke, the tension in your shoulders slowly easing. he went quiet for a moment, before he turned to face you fully, the leather beneath him squeaking, “i know i don’t have the right to say this, but i still love you. the parts that are the same and those that have changed. through all these years, i guess i didn’t think about it because i just thought i’d never see you again. but when i saw you again... i didn’t want to let you go.”

teeth sinking into your bottom lip, you squeezed your eyes shut and sighed, “subin...”

“i-i’m not finished,” he frowned. he hestitated, then put a hand on your shoulder, “i was a really bad boyfriend, but i didn’t break up with you because of... you. my mom—”

“i know,” you smiled, genuinely, placing a hand over his before removing it from it’s place. you still couldn’t believe you weren’t guilty, “it’s okay. i was really foolish too. you only did what you did because i wasn’t considerate enough of the way you felt.”

subin’s frown deepened and he clenched his fists. he might not have been the only one who made you this way, but the fact that he contributed at all frustrated him.

“yn, no, you—”

“let’s go before we miss him, yeah?” you patted his shoulder before stepping out of the vehicle. subin groaned internally. he felt like he hadn’t made any progress. after running his fingers through his hair a few times, and making sure he didn’t wake yina, he stepped out of the car.

he was in the middle of locking the car, when he found you frozen in your tracks. he arched a brow, walking toward you and tapping your shoulder. you didn’t even flinch. he followed your eyes to the scene infront of the glass doors to the company.

ryujin skipped out with her arm hooked into beomgyu’s and her head resting on his shoulder as they both shook with laughter. a black van pulled up that subin assumed had come to pick her up, and beomgyu pulled away from her, patting her head with a smile. in the middle of their parting conversation, ryujin reached up and brushed some of the hair from his face. subin’s eyes widened and he could feel your shoulders shake.

subin looked back to them just as ryujin got into the van, but she paused, leaning back to look him dead in the eye. she waved, mouthing, thanks for the recommendation.

beomgyu followed ryujin’s eyes and scowled finding subin standing there. he waved goodbye as she left and walked over to him with his hands in his pockets. subin panicked, looking around him, but you vanished.

“fancy seeing you here,” beomgyu squinted into his car and grinned, “new partner? ready to leave yn alone now?”

subin gave his shoulder a hard shove, “keep acting so friendly with other people and you’ll find out.”

yn and their friends run the campus radio for which yn is the host of the evening show "dear sputnik", where they share stories and hope to create a healing space for all students— even though many don't listen to it. little does yn know, their biggest fan, angel313, is choi beomgyu— the boy they've silently had a crush on for the past four years.

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You're Mine | Gonta Gokuhara.

genre ; nsfw oneshot.

request ; Gonta Gokuhara with a breeding / matink kink.

summary ; being raised in the wild, Gonta's repressed primal instinct has been kept away for too long. It's time he gets to make you his, forever.

tags ; afab!reader, boyfriend experience, breeding / mating kink, slight size difference, rough sex, vulgar language.

wc ; 1,7k.

note ; ahh I absolutely LOVED writing this! Feral Gonta is what keeps me up at night, so I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

This is an 18+ post. Minors dni.

The rays of the morning sun gently shine through the curtains of your shared bedroom, the alarm clock next to your bed indicating it's nearly 7:00 am. Last night was one of your weekly date nights, usually consisting of cooking dinner together and watching your favourite movies or tv-shows together while you talk to each other about your week.

Gonta's laying on this back, bare chested with just his boxers on and your soft white bed sheets covering his lower half. He had just woken up, grunting softly as he stretches his arms. He groggily rubs his eyes and turns on his side, now being met with you peacefully sleeping next to him.

He's usually the one to wake up first, and he loves to start his morning off by making breakfast for you and bringing it to you while you're still laying in bed. He'll get in bed and nuzzle next to you as you eat your breakfast, talking about your plans for the day.

Not this morning, though.

Ever since you've been together, Gonta has felt a weird feeling build up inside him. He's aware of what these feelings are, but he's scared that it might ruin things for the two of you. He's very attracted to you and loves you very much, so against his better judgement, he hides this part of himself for the sake of your relationship. He's never told you about it, but unbeknownst to him, you've noticed something is holding him back, and you have a pretty good idea of what it might be.

Hoping it would make your boyfriend finally act on his urges, you decided to tease him. A LOT. You started being more suggestive in certain conversations, or you'd try to seduce him by suddenly sitting on his lap or whispering things into his ear. You could see the internal struggle Gonta was having with himself. All he could think about in those moments was just absolutely destroying you and filling you with his seed. He was content with the vanilla-y sex you two had, sure, but it always took a lot for him to hold himself back and not absolutely ravage you, and he wouldn't be sure what would happen once he'd let himself go.

You decided to wear some... suggestive clothing to bed, in the hopes of making him want to do things to you. And it worked. Gonta slowly moved closer towards you and gently caressed your sides. His face was flushed red, feeling a tent already forming inside his tight boxers.

God, he loved how you looked in that. The color of your silk sleepwear complimented your skintone beautifully and the sheer lace left little to the imagination. He wrapped his big arms around you and gently pulled you against him, his hard-on poking against your butt.

Feeling something poke against you and the weight of his arms around your waist, you slowly opened your eyes. You let out a soft yawn and teasingly rubbed your body even closer against his. "Good morning, baby."

Without saying a word, Gonta held you even tighter as he started planting sloppy little kisses along your neck and shoulders, sending shivers down your spine. You could tell he was at the verge of breaking, and that all that was on his mind right now was fucking you senseless. His breath against your skin made your body weak, feeling your nipples harden by the sensation of his bulge right against your entrance.

"S-S/o... Gonta apologize... H-He not contain himself any longer," he mumbles, his tone noticably lower than how he usually talks. You feel your face burning up, reaching up to gently caress his face. "It's okay baby... I don't mind," you whisper, grabbing his hand that was resting on your sides and guiding it up towards your chest.

You hear him gasp softly, even feeling his bulge twitch slightly by the sudden sensation of his large hands on your chest. Gonta immediately gets up and turns you around in one swift motion, now hovering above you as you're facing him directly. Your flushed faces finally meet each other, and you can see a look of lust and desperation in his red eyes.

"H-Honey... G-Gonta want to tell you something," he starts, clearly ashamed about bringing this topic up. You look into his eyes and nod in anticipation. "Gonta... Want to make you his, forever. He... Want to mate with you."

Your face flushes bright red and you place your hands on his face, bringing him in for a passionate, lustful kiss. "I know... Go ahead baby, make me yours," you whisper into his ear, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Like the flick of a lightswitch, something snapped inside him and the last ounce of hesitation disappeared from his mind. His primal instinct had now fully overridden his gentlemanly ways and he hungrily started kissing down your chest, wasting no time in forcefully pulling your clothing off of you, exposing your beautiful naked body. He made his way down your tummy and hips, kissing and leaving hickeys everywhere. He wanted to mark you, making sure everyone would know you're his mate. If you were to walk a little weird the next day with marks all over your body, then so be it.

"G-Gonta..!" You exclaimed as you felt him kiss the inside of your thighs, dangerously close to your wet entrance that was eagerly awaiting for him to slip inside. You let your fingers run through his messy hair and held on tight, preparing yourself for the immense pleasure you were about to receive. And he did not disappoint.

He started lapping at your clit and folds, his tongue working it's magic as you arched your back in response. You knew he was good at this, but it was even better when he was in a state of pure primal instinct, wanting to make you so wet that the sounds of you two fucking would be heard from down the street. You heard his hungry groans from between your legs, his big strong hands holding a steady grip on your ankles. You felt your climax approaching, your legs twitching from the pure extacy Gonta's mouth was giving you.

Your climax was about ten times stronger than it usually was, your eyes rolling back as you let out a surprisingly loud moan.

"B-Baby please, p-please fuck me... I need you inside me-" you begged, frantically searching for him with your hands. Not even having enough time to completely come down from your high, Gonta swiftly lifted your legs in the air and over his shoulders. Because of his large physique, You felt like you were almost hanging upside down as your legs hung over his broad shoulders. He looked at you with a wild and lustful expression, instantly telling you that there was no backing down from this. Once he had claimed you as his mate, there was no going back.

He slid the tip of his cock in between your folds, audibly grunting. The feeling of just your entrance without a condom was incredible. He could not believe he was actually doing this with you. His brows furrowed and he gave you one last look before pushing into you all at once, the both of you letting out a loud moan in response. God, he was huge, and without a condom you could feel all of him, his tip already pushing against your cervix without even moving. You grabbed onto his forearms with all your might, feeling him start to move and quickly picking up the pace. His huge cock thrusting in and out of you with an incredible speed made you gasp for air, your eyes starting to tear up from the immense pleasure.

Gonta leaned in for another kiss and groaned loudly, like a wolf hunting it's prey. He felt like a completely different person, pounding into you like there was no tomorrow. Seeing you writhe underneath him and nearly lose your mind from how hard and fast he was going made him so close. He stopped for a moment, quickly turning you around on all fours and pushing back into you just as fast. You felt your body getting weaker and weaker, becoming a trembling mess with your ass up in the air as Gonta was rearranging your insides.

"F-Fuck, Gonta y-yes, oh my god..!" you managed to blurt out as uncontrollable moans spilled out of you, his grip on your hips tightening and his nails digging into your skin. He was pounding into you relentlessly, all while hitting all the right spots.

"A-Ah, s-s/o feel so good around Gonta-" he grunted. You moaned loudly into your pillow as your second orgasm washed over you, screaming out his name. The feeling of your walls clenching tightly around him was what finally made him tip over, his huge load of cum finally bursting inside you. He moaned out your name as he came inside, biting your neck in response as he felt your walls milk him of every last drop.

"Is... Is s/o okay?" Gonta panted, slightly worried that he might have just broken you. You nodded in response, not being able to form a cohesive sentence after being filled to the brim with his hot load. A small pool of saliva had formed on the pillow you used to muffle your moans, both of your faces flushed red from the intense sex you two just had. But this wasn't the end of it.

After letting you rest for a little bit, he bred you about three more times before finally collapsing on top of you, panting heavily. Your entire body was marked with bruises and hickeys, and so was Gonta's. Afterwards, he kissed you all over and got you something to drink and a wet cloth for your bruises. The look of satisfaction and slight horror at the sight of you after having just bred you like four times was kind of adorable, so you pulled him towards you and snuggled up against him.

"That was... unbelievable. I love you so much, Gonta..." You managed to get out, your voice sore from all the moaning and screaming. You gently rested your head on his chest as you let your finger twirl around a lock of his messy green hair.

"Gonta very happy s/o did this with him. Gonta loves you a thousand times!" he exclaimed, hugging you even tighter.

"Now s/o is Gonta's mate, forever."

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