#nothing good can come from that tag combo

[lea-andres]

😈😈😈

*does fucked up shit to Dinah in a later fic*

[taegimood]

— finally (k.th) ♡ PART 2 of phone sex with bestfriend!taehyun

pairing: kang taehyun x fem!reader rating: nsfw, mdni wc: 3k warnings: unprotected sex, rough sex, mean dom / soft dom tyun combo, brat taming??, pet names (baby, good girl, princess, baby girl, angel), daddy kink, degradation (reader receiving), humiliation kink, slight dumbification??, spanking, pussy slapping, light choking, mention of riding his abs, mention of oral (m receiving), fingering, creampie, dirty talk, squirting, lmfao damn wtf

a/n - cranked this out in one sitting just like the first one 💀 please read part 1 here first~! tagging those who requested this 2nd part: @fallingclose2u @mitchko11 @antoncyng @/nonnie

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you sit there staring at your now-blank phone screen for what feels like an eternity. your eyes are wide. your mouth hangs open in disbelief.

he’s gonna WHAT?

as if it wasn’t crazy enough that your best friend just brought you to an insane orgasm with his filthy words alone, he’s now coming over to FINISH THE JOB?

it’s like an invisible string is tugging you forward as you snap back into reality and instantly scramble off of your bed to the bathroom.

“holy shit, should i shower? should i put on makeup? i already did my skincare.. fuck, no, i can’t shower, he’ll know.. he said not to move, oh fuck, he’s gonna know-“ you ignore the fucked out look in your mirrored eyes and rush back out of the bathroom, frantically throwing the clothes laying scattered around your floor into the closet and straightening out your desk.

“this is so fucking stupid.. this is your best friend, y/n, he’s here all the time, you’ve never cleaned for him before..” you’re mumbling to yourself, but when you feel your own wetness that still coats your naked thighs, a deep blush rises to your cheeks.

“but this is different!”

a nervous glance at your phone shows that he’ll be arriving in 2 minutes if his math was right, which it always is, and with a squeal you dash back to your bed. you wince at the soaked, now-cold sheets and push your long-ago-discarded shorts and panties to the floor as you situate yourself. you contemplate removing the little cropped tank top you’re wearing, but with another blush, you remind yourself that he said not to move, which means the shirt should still be on.

i can’t believe i’m doing this.

you lower yourself onto the spot where you laid before, this time on your stomach, and slowly position your ass up as you press your face into the sheets with a groan. this was humiliating, embarrassing, belittling; and yet your pussy clenches wildly around nothing when you hear the beeping of the passcode on your door being entered.

there’s only one person who knows it.

your heart is thrashing against your chest as you hear his footsteps, fresh arousal leaking from your cunt as your bedroom door clicks open.

from where you’re laying, you’re forced to make eye contact, forced to face the humiliation as he steps into the room and shuts the door behind him; his gaze is burning, an intensity like you’ve never seen from him before, even on stage. but despite the controlled manner that he holds himself with, he’s still your best friend after all — and you can tell how he must have thrown himself out the door from the disheveled state of his clothes.

his sweatpants hanging low on his hips as if he’d pulled them up in a hurry; his zip-up hoodie wide open and slipping down one shoulder as if he’d tugged it on without stopping; his brown hair slightly tousled, as if he’d gotten up out of bed and left without bothering to style it. all of which you know to be true.

the realization that he is just as desperate for this as you are makes your thighs tremble.

you can tell he’s trying to keep his labored breathing under control as his eyes rake down your body, and when they stop on your dripping pussy and stay there, you can’t take it anymore. you squeeze your eyes shut with a humiliated whine.

“t-tyun..” you whisper, shamefully, desperately. you need him so bad that you don’t even care how pathetic you must seem.

you clench the sheets in your hands and shut your eyes even tighter when you hear his painfully slow footsteps approaching the bed.

“ass up and everything,” he hums appreciatively, a low murmur, as if to himself; a gasp escapes you at the feeling of a warm palm sliding over your ass.

“still so fucking wet… like the desperate little pervert that you are, huh?”

you whimper loudly, pathetically, at his words — and when a second hand follows the first and he spreads you apart, your pussy clenches hard before you can stop it. taehyun chuckles.

“poor baby, doesn’t even know what to do without a cock to fill her up…” his hand slides slowly, leisurely, up along your spine. “could barely even get herself off without my help.”

you can feel the bed dip and the warmth of his body hovering over yours as he leans down, his breath ghosting across your cheek and making you shiver. “without my voice in her ear.”

there it is. that deep, raspy, sexy voice that had brought you to the edge only 15 minutes ago, and this time, the man that it belongs to is actually here. you can’t take it anymore as your eyes open and you moan wantonly at his words, rutting your ass back against his clothed hips as you beg, “tyunnie, please, just stop teasing and fuck me already, i can’t-“

you cry out as his warmth disappears and a firm smack to your ass shuts you up. you try to look over your shoulder at him, mouth already opening to complain again, when another smack has your head dropping right back into the sheets.

“you really don’t know how to be patient, do you? tsk - you’re talking back a whole lot for someone who wants to cum so bad.”

all you can do is whimper, gripping the sheets with watery eyes. “m’sorry,” you whisper, “just want you so badly.”

he coos at you, hands massaging over your ass to soothe the reddened skin. “i know, baby. but brats don’t get to cum. understand?” you nod vigorously, sniffling, “yes, daddy.”

his hands pause for a moment and you can hear the deep breath he takes to steady himself at that. “good fucking girl,” he utters lowly, and you jolt at the sudden feeling of his fingers sliding up and down your slit. “always so eager for daddy’s cock… you think i don’t notice the way you look at me?” you swallow hard. have you really been that obvious?

“think i don’t notice the way your pretty thighs squeeze together when i sit too close to you?” you moan loudly as he slides two fingers into your sopping pussy, and he hisses at how easily he’s able to move them in and out. “so fucking wet for me, princess.. think i haven’t noticed all this time how much of a nasty perv you are.”

the degradation has you trembling, and when he picks up the pace of his fingers your legs can’t help but buckle as your hips fall to the mattress. immediately he takes his hand away and you’re crying out at the empty feeling. “ass up.” he orders firmly, and you scramble to re-situate yourself as you babble, “m’sorry, m’sorry, i’m- i’m fucking crazy about you, taehyun, just need you so so bad, couldn’t h-help myself whenever i heard your v-voice-“

“shhh, shh, i know..” he leans down to pepper kisses along your spine as you wipe at your teary eyes. “you’re all mine, now, baby. won’t leave until this pretty pussy is fucked beyond what it deserves.”

you spasm at the contradiction of his filthy promise and soft touch, moaning out “please, don’t want anyone but you, only you!”

the last of taehyun’s resolve seems to crack at your words, because with a muttered curse he’s backing off the bed in seconds and throwing his clothes to the floor.

you drink in every inch of his body, not caring about the drool that threatens to spill from your lips at every ridge of muscle; his collarbones, his biceps, his chest, his abs — “wanna ride your abs,” you mumble shamelessly, and for the first time tonight he laughs, eyes twinkling. “oh yeah? maybe we can arrange that if you’re not too dumb on my cock.”

you open your mouth to protest, right as he hooks his thumbs around his waistband and pulls his sweats and boxers down in one go.

you don’t think your jaw has ever dropped so fast.

the thick, veiny shaft that comes up to slap against his stomach is more mouth-watering than you could have ever imagined yourself.

it’s hard and leaking and long, and you lift your head weakly as he once again approaches the bed.

“w-wanna.. tyun, w-wanna suck on it..” you can barely form a coherent sentence and he knows it.

he tsks. “can’t even speak properly and i haven’t even fucked you yet, princess. you wanted it in your pussy so bad — so that’s where you’re gonna get it.” his hand coaxes your head back down as he positions himself behind you, and it takes everything in you not to buck your hips back impatiently when you feel the head of his cock teasing at your entrance.

“good girl,” he murmurs. “nice and patient for me..”

you moan softly as he rubs his tip up and down along your pussy, collecting your wetness achingly slow, making you shake when he catches it on the hood of your clit before bringing it back up to your waiting, dripping hole.

his hands find purchase on your hips and before you can even blink, he thrusts his cock in to the hilt. your legs spasm as you shriek in surprise and he holds you up as you fight to keep from sinking down to the mattress; a deep groan rips from his chest as you clench tighter than you swear you ever have, his hips pressed to your ass as he begins to grind them experimentally.

“so.. so fucking tight, fuck… keep squeezing me like that and i won’t last,” he breathes.

he seems to adjust must faster than you, however, as not long after he’s already picking up into a firm rhythm, skin slapping against yours as he pumps in and out of you.

“f-fuck, slow down, t-too much-!” you squeal, gripping the sheets tightly in your hands, mouth hanging open as he hits particularly deep, jolting you up the bed, and you’re seeing white as he only angles his hips further and fucks you harder.

you’ve never felt so good in your entire life — and taehyun knows it.

“nah, you fucking love it, don’t you?” he pants, “would cry and complain if i actually listened to you.” you can hear the smirk on his lips. “want me to listen to you?”

“n-no, no!” you blurt without thinking, heat rising to your cheeks at the fact that you just proved him right. he laughs, patronizing. “that’s what i thought. so fucking take what you begged me for.”

he pounds into you until you feel like nothing more than a ragdoll, your body going limp from the pleasure, almost too fucked out to even hold yourself up anymore as he pulls you back and forth on his cock. “got me doing all the work here, baby. can’t take it any more?” there’s a taunting lilt to his voice that has you shaking your head weakly in protest. “c-can take it.. promise..!”

suddenly a strong arm is wrapping around your middle and you’re being tugged upwards, and you yelp when your back meets taehyun’s chest as he sits you firmly on his cock. “hold onto me,” he says in your ear, and you reach back for the nape of his neck just in time for his hands to rip your little tank top open, clean in half and quickly discarded.

“t-taehyun-!!”

“i’ll buy you a new one.”

you don’t even have time to stay shocked as his arm wraps across your front and his large hand grips your bare breast, his other arm draping over your hips as he wastes no time slamming his own back into you again.

your head tips back onto his shoulder as you moan wantonly, gripping onto him so you don’t fall forward from the force of his thrusts.

“i’ve got you,” he says breathlessly in your ear, as if reading your thoughts.

and he’s right; you obviously knew taehyun was strong, knew that he’s constantly in the gym, but damn-

you’re taken out of your thoughts at the feeling of his fingers sneaking down to circle your clit, and you tug desperately at his hair in response as your hips jump. “yeah? need me right here, baby?”

his voice is low in your ear — fuck, that damn voice — and you’re complete putty in his grasp as he tweaks your nipple with his other hand, pinching it as his fingers work your clit faster and faster.

you know you’ve taken too long to answer when suddenly he delivers a slap to your pussy, nearly making you cum on the spot as you jolt and gasp, and the overstimulation leaves you dizzy as right away he continues his previous ministrations.

“f-f-fuck.. p-please…” you stutter dumbly, eyes rolling back. your entire body is on fire.

“please what? hmm? tell daddy what you need.”

a moan rips through you as the hand that was teasing at your tits slides up to your throat and squeezes; your tongue lolls while the head of his cock is hitting spots inside you that you didn’t even know existed and you’re convinced he’s gonna fuck you right into another dimension when his other large palm presses down on your lower tummy, and you feel every inch of him, every vein and ridge, the pressure too much as your legs turn to jelly and you swear you’re about to explode-

“need to CUM, fuck, please let me cum please let me cum please let me-“

“cum.”

what happens next is a blur; your orgasm hits you so hard that you’re jerking forward, taehyun’s strong arms holding you against him as your whole body spasms, the pressure releasing, his hot cum pumping into your cunt as you soak the sheets, soak his thighs beneath you, soak everything, holy fuck you just SQUIRTED —

you think you black out for a moment as he gently guides you down to the mattress, faintly aware of the way he’s so easily able to manhandle you as he moves you to a spot on the sheets that isn’t as wet — turning you on your back and smoothing the hair out of your face as he takes the wet patch for himself when he cradles you to his chest.

“did so good, baby girl, so good, just relax…”

both of your chests are heaving as you try to catch your breath. you lift your teary gaze to find deep brown eyes searching your face, your best friend’s eyes, comforting and strong and full of an emotion you can’t quite place right now in your disheveled state.

“so proud of you, baby,” he murmurs breathlessly as he presses kisses to your forehead, wiping away the tears that you didn’t even realize were there, your orgasm apparently that intense.

“tyunnie,” you whisper blearily, “wanna kiss you..”

is this okay? is it too much? what if he doesn’t want it, what if he only wanted sex-

his lips melt into you, slow and sensual and warm as you moan against him; his tongue slipping between your parted lips and swirling with your own as his hand smoothes up and down the curve of your waist.

he sucks lightly at your bottom lip before nipping it gently, pulling away with a small smile as you catch your breath again.

“y/n,” he whispers, reaching up to trace his thumb along your lip, “you’re my best friend. but i want more.” his eyes move across your features before finally meeting yours. “i’ve wanted more for a long time.”

your breath catches in your throat. am i really hearing this correctly?

“and i know that you have too. i’m just grateful for that little stunt you pulled earlier on the phone,” he smirks, and your eyes widen as you smack his chest.

“t-that wasn’t on purpose!” you squeal, heat instantly rising to your cheeks, and his head tilts into a laugh.

“oh, believe me, i know. this is just the first time i decided to do something about it.”

you pause.

what? wait. then does that mean….

“w-wait. you- you knew? you knew i- before tonight, you knew that i-“ your sputtering has him rolling onto his back in another laugh, and you shoot up in disbelief.

“taehyun!” you whine loudly, covering your face in sheer embarrassment, his laughter making you want to crawl in a hole and die.

“baby, you really think i wouldn’t notice you touching yourself right in my ear like that?”

despite your humiliation, your heart flip-flops at the nickname.

it feels different when it’s not during sex.

“god, the amount of times you left me rock hard to fend for myself when i had early schedules in the morning…”

you look down at him incredulously. has he really felt the same way this entire time?

you’re stuttering again, which gives him enough time to pull you back down into the pillows, effectively shutting you up when he hovers inches over your lips.

“you have no idea what you’ve been doing to me,” he utters, voice low. you shiver.

“no idea how hard i’ve had to restrain myself since i realized your little secret.”

you bite your lip to stop a whimper from escaping — why does it turn you on so much when he points out how nasty you are?

“it’s only been for you,” you whisper sheepishly. “i-i don’t know when it started, but i- i just can’t get you out of my head, tyun. everything about you. i just- fuck.” you groan. “i want to be more too.”

his eyes flicker between yours for only moments before he’s closing the gap to kiss you again, and your hands fly to his soft hair when he tilts his head to a deeper angle. you suck on his tongue eagerly when he parts your lips with it, and you’re addicted to the taste of him, to the feel of his body pressing into yours, the scent of his cologne that you’re so used to smelling on your sweatshirts now wrapping all around you.

“you’re mine,” he whispers against your lips.

you smile giddily when he pulls away to meet your eyes. “yours.. fucking finally.”

he scoffs, sitting up and pulling your tired body easily along with his as you grip his strong shoulders.

“always a brat, huh? c’mon, princess. let’s get you cleaned up so i can taste you some more.”

“whatever you say, daddy.”

you pause.

“wait- MORE?”

taehyun chuckles as your smirk falters from your face. he scoops you up into his arms as he heads for the bathroom — “if i recall, you’re the one who wanted to- what was it? ride my abs... suck on my cock…”

you shiver at his words, at his breath fanning over your ear, warmth filling you as you picture it. your aching pussy throbs against your will.

“promises, promises, angel. don’t bite off more than you can chew.”

[thevirtualvalentine]

TAPE ONE : PIZZA DELIVERY !

Starring… PORTGAS D. ACE 📸

SET SCRIPT :

“Hi hi hi!!! For the follower request event, can i get a pizza delivery Ace? Sweet boy, kinda clueless, and a sweet reader as well? 🥹❤️”

MATURE WARNING(S) : unprotected penetrative sex, cheesy porno dialogue, cunnilings (you sit on his face), slight breeding kink if you squint, afab/fem reader, Ace thinks you’re really pretty, thick!dick ace (canon), switchy!ace, & he calls you “sweetheart/pretty girl.”

DIRECTORS CUT : for my love @kingofthe-egirls !!! I loved this prompt so much and have been itching to complete it since I saw it. Thank you for requesting, hope you enjoy. 🖤

A Friday night with nothing to do, a product of boredom. You didn’t feel like doing anything tonight, especially cooking. Sitting in your apartment in shorts too tiny for your ass and a tight tank top, waiting for your pizza delivery.

Getting your usual favorite combo from the local shop guarantees a good comfort meal with some quiet TV before you head to bed. The couch offers you adequate back support after a long week at your desk, sighing and falling into the cushions while ads play in the background as ambiant noise.

Time slips you before there’s a series of knocks at your door, playing a rhythm as you’re pulled from your trance. “Yo, Delivery.”

Checking the peep hole before unlocking the door you’re faced with the cutest delivery boy. He’s in shitty combat boots and cargo shorts matched with a half buttoned uniform shirt. His long wavy black hair kept under a hat as he reads the receipt, “a large pizza for y/n?” You open the door wider as you step into frame. “Ohhh, for miss pretty y/n,” he corrects himself, tipping his hat at you with a smile.

Giggling slightly you cover your mouth, “yeah, y/n. Thank you so much, let me get my wallet.” You wish you could invite such a cutie inside but you know it’s against better judgement. Turning around you make your way through the apartment looking for your wallet.

Ace, the delivery boy, grins watching your dainty ass sway as you saunter back inside. Tiny shorts riding up between your cheeks as you bend over the counter, but he’s just the delivery boy. A distressed look crosses your face before you walk back to the doorway where he’s leaning. One arm holding your pizza and another flexing as he rests his weight into it.

“Everythin’ ok?” A pretty girl like you should never have such a perturbed look spread across your face like that.

You lean forward, studying his name tag. “I’m sorry Ace, I can’t seem to find my wallet. I must’ve left it at work.” Feeling like an idiot you’re barely able to look at him. The guilt of making him come all the way from across town to deliver your order setting in.

“I can help ya find it,” he offers, ignoring the fact he’s on the clock. It’s not the first time something like this has happened at work, just not to someone so enticing.

“No no,” biting your lip as you try to think of a solution that’ll remedy the situation. You look at him, worried to find an annoyed expression on his face but you heat up finding such a soft handsome gaze thrown your way. A complete stranger so bothered by your troubles. “How bout I pay you back? Whaddya say?”

Confused, he tilts his head; was that not the problem in the first place? “How,” he asks curiously.

Looking into the hallway, you check down both ends before tugging him inside by the collar. “Like this.” Leaning on your tip toes not letting go of his shirt you kiss him softly, taking over his senses with your soft plush lips against his. Ace drops the pizza and doesn’t even bother to catch it as it clatters to the floor. “That ok with you?” Your eyes looking at his lips and then back to the rest of his face.

He’s lit up bright red as he nods dumbly, “more than ok.”

You push him back against your front door chasing his lips once more. He tastes like cinnamon gum as you swipe your tongue against his bottom lip, eager for entry into his mouth. He grants it to you unquestionably, equally craving the feel of your heated tongue sliding against his. Muffled groans escaping him as your hands caress his warm exposed skin beneath his shirt.

“You’re s’good at this,” he says in between each wet smack of your mouthes. His hands wrapping and groping along your waist and backside, kneading the plump flesh like playdough. The cutest part is he’s much taller than you, bending down so you can kiss him how you want.

“You think so? I can get better.” One of your hands leaves his chest, trailing down his toned body as you palm his hardening cock in your hand. “Oh, and you’re so big Ace. Almost like you’re paying me with all this.” Heavy breaths leaving him as you cup his dick tenderly and give such feverish love to his neck all at once. It has him rutting into your hand trying to satiate that itch that’s been bothering him ever since he saw you in the doorway. Little shorts leaving nothing to the imagination.

You unzip his cargos, leaving only his thin boxers between his growing length and your nimble fingers. He rolls his hips harder each time you tease the waist band and lick his lips as you both swap saliva. “Stop teasin, thought I was ‘sposed to get paid.”

“You’ll get compensated, delivery boy,” you grab him by the belt loops as you lead him to your couch. Smiling as you push him back, he plops against the cushion with a soft ‘hmp’. Ace takes off his shirt, throwing it to the side as he man spreads to ease the ache in his balls, bulging erection awaiting your attention. “Want your dick sucked or what?”

While that sounds like a great idea, Ace is more eager to taste the sweetness between your legs. “Sit on my face pretty girl, wanna eat you.” He pulls you by the back of your thighs, edging you closer to his body as he starts to slide down your shorts. His forwardness makes you glow, slotting your hands in his hair, ruffling it slightly while he tends to your clothes. For a delivery boy, he sure knows the art of seduction. You’re practically dripping for him already.

He kisses your hipbone while waiting for you to join him on the couch. Sliding down the cushions, grabbing hold of your legs as you mount and hold the backing. “You sure?” He stares up at you from the valley of your swell breasts and smooth tummy, not having any of your objections. He sits up to swipe his wet muscle from your clit down. A soft ‘oh’ leaving your lips as he gets to work.

“Mhhm,” he moans as he taste you, almost analyzing its components like a savory sauce. He plants his hands on your waist, pulling you down further onto his mouth— it’s as if he’s not afraid of suffocating down there.

He’s eating you out like a man starved, dipping and curving his tongue into your oozing hole before suckling on your clit. He ignores the mixture of spit and slick on his chin as he devours you greedily. “Pussy’s so fuckin’ good, could eat this every day.”

Your soft moans encourage him to give you more, he needs you to fuck his face. He uses those same hands to hook around your ass and thighs, dragging you down on his tongue as he licks your insides. “Oh shit, ah— wait Ace,” you try to sit up, running from all the attention but it’s no use.

His strong arms keep you planted in place, “no runnin’ m not done yet.” Fuck this guy is hot, it’s like he’s straight out of a shitty 80’s porno as he makes you cream against his mouth. He slurps and sucks your hole as you whine loose chants of his name.

Adding his hands into the mix when he slides two fingers knuckle deep inside you. Scissoring your tight walls, you shake feeling those calloused pads massage your g-spot. “Gotta cum for me sweetheart, then I’ll fuck you as a tip.”

It feels even closer cause his tongue does not relent from your throbbing bud. Sliding it back and forth while his fingers give you something to squeeze on. “Yes yes, like that!” You sound so raunchy taking advantage of his face; running your hips in a figure eight along his tongue.

He’s grinding against the air trying to find friction, shallow thrusts up that match the pace of his fingers inside you. So close, you start pinching your nipple trying to tip yourself over the edge of raw pleasure. The pizza delivery boy of course notes this, groaning as he watches you play with yourself. He wants to replace his hand with yours, pinching and tugging at your dark bud. But, he has to keep you in place while he fucks you on his fingers. “Gonna— oh fuck,” here it comes.

Your orgasm crashes hard, washing over you in one big wave as you almost collapse on his face. He drinks whatever you offer as you whine and cry out, it’s too good. “Think you’re stretched? Cause I really wanna fuck you now. Ya look really hot when you cum.”

He’s swiping the culminating wetness from his face into his mouth, sucking the fingers he had inside you like a greedy bastard. Licking and suctioning onto the pads to emphasize how needy he is for you. Oh, he’s good.

“Be my guest, pretty boy.” Ace has never really thought of himself as pretty, so hearing someone as beautiful as you say it, it must be true. He flushes a light shade of pink while removing the rest of his clothes.

“Condom?” Like an idiot, he didn’t bring any and his wallets downstairs in the shitty delivery car where he typically keeps one if he’s lucky.

“Want you inside, I’m on the pill.” Oh.. and he gets to pound you raw? He’ll definitely be coming back here. Shaking your ass back and forth at him as if to invite him over. “Cmon I want the tip already.” He laughs at your two way pun, rubbing your ass in his hands as he marvels the sight of you bent over the side of the couch.

Ace sees his hard work continuing to drip down the insides of your thighs, smirking while lining his fat tip up with your cunt. He spits in his hand before pumping himself to make sure it’ll fit just right. You’re pushed forward till your hips meet the arm of the couch, sandwiched between two immovable forces.

He’s trying his hardest to not just slam into you, your pussy is so warm and wet around his cock and there’s nothing separating the two of you. You’re squirming from the sheer size of his length even after all that work he did to prep you. “Doin’ so good taking all of me sweetheart. Just a lil’ more.” He doesn’t know if he’s saying that for you or himself at this point, the way your bare walls grip his cock makes him double over.

The couch gives before Ace does, each thrust of his strong hips into you makes it creak and slide forward. He starts off with deep punctuated strokes, each one earning a high pitched cry from you. He’s pummeling your cunny, making your hips rub against the arm as your knees begin to buckle.

“Feelin’ good pretty girl?” But when you go to open your mouth any answer is replaced with moans that sound so pornagraphic. “Fuck your cunts so good. Suckin’ me in.” Being drilled by the hunk of a man behind you and the friction of being fucked into the couch is bringing you near your second orgasm of the night, you start to feel it licking at your insides tentatively.

Ace isn’t in much better shape himself, fucking your pussy raw is taking all of him to shoot his load right in you. He needs to get his moneys worth after all. “Can’t cum yet pretty, wanna see you.”

He moves you both to the couch so you’re flat on your back, one leg hooked around his small waist as another dangles off the couch. “Easy baby, remember to breathe,” he says before easing himself back in. That feeling of fullness returns and brings a dopamine rush with it as he flashes a toothy smile your way. Savoring the feeling of sliding his tip through the gummy resistance.

Your body is so warm beneath him as he drives in and out of your soaking cunt. “Cmon’ give it to me baby. Know you were so close…” Ace trails a hand down your abdomen, spreading his palm across your stomach as leverage while he fucks you stupid. Hair shrouding his face as he coos at you. “Please, dont wanna without you.”

The way he pleads for you is what does it, breaking the dam that was holding back another mind shattering orgasm from this sexy delivery boy. “Ahh fuck, cumming— oh! I’m-” you’re gripping onto him for dear life, firm biceps not budging an inch even when you start to dig your nails into his skin.

It all happens so fast he doesn’t even realize he’s also cumming right behind you, too caught up in the way your sultry lips fall into an “O” shape as you scream his name loud enough to be heard by the entire complex. He buries himself to the hilt, mind boiling with the thought of how he’s fucking his cum into you raw. For some reason the idea only pushes him to not pull out, letting you keep all his seed as he mewls. “Take it, take it all,” sweat accumulating at his hairline.

You’re squeezing him like a damn vice while you come undone, face scrunched so pretty. It makes his cock ache inside you, relishing in the soft sighs that come from your parted lips.

You both start to come down from your lust filled highs when he speaks again, “mhhhm, you’re still a few cents short.” He kisses you, leaning forward and almost suffocating you into his large chest.

Oh boy, hopefully he clocked out.

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[jakesangel]

baking with jake ꣑୧

thinking about rainy and boring days with jake. every lego set or marvel movies already been watched ten hundred times, but your boyfriend can't stop whining on your belly, wanting to do something. babyyy~ please play with me, he whines, behind your phone screen, you simply laying on your bed. there is nothing do to jake, we can cuddle and watch a movie tho ? you ask him, still not really paying him attention, mindlessly scrolling on tiktok.mmh okay, he sadly say, his puppy ears going low. the idea to cuddle with you is appealing to him, just enough to make him stop pouting for a while. he backs up a bit from you, and come on top of your chest, right under your arms. his head is between ur soft skin and your phone, eyes looking at what is taking your attention away from him.

the silence is comfortable between you, his whines breaking it here and there as he wants needs your hand playing with his hair. which you gladly comply, making him sigh in contentment. the both of you watch your thumb scrolling on tiktok, him secretly waiting for you to get tired of it. but it's only then he sees a baking video that you scroll past on. he excitedly break away from you, and position himself o nhis knees, his puppy tail wagging, let's bake baby, please ? we will have so much love, he says as his hands claps together. he even uses the round eyes + small pout combo to be sure you'll give in to his pleadings.

you're now behind your counter, all ingredients laid out, jake looking for a playlist to play. what music do you want to hear ? he asks, eyes still strained on his phone, i dont know ? something slow but not sad ? like jazz or rbnb maybe ? you reply, a but unsure as you dont know how jake will be today. clingy ? serious ? funny ? alright, love he mumbles. it takes a minute for him to find it, and once the phone finally connected to the speaker, he sets the phone down and come closer to you. alright, so where do we start ? dry ingredients right ? at first jake was really helpful, doing everything what the tiktok says and was following throughly every step, even measuring with precision all the ingredient. but as the time goes by, n the soft mood sets in thanks to the music, jake can't help but take your hips in his hands, swavving them along the music. jake... ? do i have the remind you that you're the one who ask to bake ? you chuckle a little as he keeps moving along your hips, come on, love, dance with me, he softly replies back, this time hugging you close, his head on your shoulder. you're almost done and i want to dance with my pretty girl. you knew your boyfie wouldn't stay put in place, his needs to be close to you at all time always catching him and no matter what you say, his body will react for him, you can only make him wait. wait til it's ready to put in the oven and ill be all yours yunie. and just like that he just back hugs you, eyes on your soft hands making the dough. he kisses your shoulder and trails the kisses to your nap and neck, you smell so good baby, he whisper as he kisses right behind your ear.

once finally done, he helps you withe oven, taking the tray in one hand and hold yours in the other. he leads you there and once set and oven closed, he takes your lower back in the other and start to slow dance with you. he pulls you close and put his head on top of yours. his natural odor and his arms encircling you, makes you feel safe and at peace. the slow movements and his relaxed breathing against your head makes you comfortable, almost sleepy. this is much better than cooking, he whisper to himself. you can barely heard it as his voice muffled because of arms surrouding your head. you hum, knowing he would feel it on his chest, and dig your head deeper, sighing in contentment. he smiles to himself, understanding you also feel the comfort he is feeling at the moment.

notes : i'm so delulu i need to bake cookies w him asap

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[ninjatrashpanda]

Tricks and Treats (But Mostly Treats)

Written for @bucktommywinterfest Halloween Warm Up round!

Prompt: Couple Costume

Rated: T| cw: Buck and Tommy get a little suggestive in the first scene, but nothing actually happens

Relevant Tags: established relationship, BuckTommy as Uncles, Family Planning

Can be read on AO3 here.

~

“I’m starting to think I shouldn’t have been Batman,” Buck muttered under his breath, taking off his mask to run a hand through his sweaty hair. He and Tommy stood at the end of the driveway, watching Jee-Yun, dressed as a perfect little Wonder Woman, excitedly run up to the house’s front door, her already half-full, pumpkin-shaped candy basket clutched against her chest. “This thing is hot!”

With a grin, Tommy wrapped an arm around his shoulder and pulled him in to press an exaggerated kiss to his crown. And instantly regretted it, if the way his face contorted as he pulled away was anything to go by.

“Oh, wow. You’re sweating a lot.”

Buck laughed, shoving Tommy’s shoulder playfully. “See? I told you!” He held the heavy, black Batman mask in his hands, eyeing it like it, rather than the Joker, was his arch-nemesis. “Whose idea was it to wear a full-on cowl?”

Tommy bit his lip, fighting a smirk. “Yours, remember? You could’ve gone with just a mask, but you decided that anything not full Dark Knight was ‘too cheap.’”

Buck rolled his eyes, glancing over at Jee-Yun, who was happily bouncing up and down as a woman in vampire getup handed her a piece of candy. He couldn't help but smile. Seeing his niece so thoroughly enjoying herself almost made him forget about the cowl from hell. (Almost,)

“Okay, okay, I get it,” Buck said, finally conceding. He glanced over at Tommy, who looked far more comfortable in his (maskless!) Superman suit. If he stared just a little longer than necessary at the way the blue spandex stretched over Tommy’s biceps or at the big, iconic “S” that seemed to almost burst at his chest, then that was nobody’s concern but his own. “We’ll switch next year. You get to sweat your ass off, I get the nice, breathable spandex-and-underpants combo.”

Tommy chuckled, giving Buck a sly sideways glance. “I think you’d look pretty good in the Superman suit, actually. Maybe even better than me.”

Buck raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Superman. I’m still making you wear the cowl next year, see how you feel when you’re melting away.”

“Excuse me?” Tommy teased, feigning offense as he crossed his arms, a mock scowl on his face. “You think I couldn’t handle it?”

“I don’t know,” Buck replied, raising his hands in mock surrender. “I’m just saying, it’s not easy to wear the cowl,” he said, holding up the mask with dramatic flair. “It’s for the elite few who can tolerate their own sweat for an entire night.”

Tommy laughed, the frown, fake as it was, instantly replaced by the scrunchy, crinkly smile Buck had come to love. The sound made Buck’s heart feel like a popsicle in the sun, and not just because of the bat cowl either. He thought the gooey, warm feeling Tommy had caused in his gut from the beginning would eventually die off, but it never had. And Buck felt more glad about that than he could ever express.

“I don’t know, Batman,” Tommy said, a playful glint in his eyes. He pulled Buck into a quick kiss on the lips now, soft, but feverish, and full of want. It only lasted for maybe two seconds, just long enough to make Buck’s lips tingle. A soft whine escaped Buck’s mouth before he could stop it when Tommy pulled away, bringing a teasing smile to his boyfriend’s face as he leaned in to whisper into Buck’s ear. “I kind of like you all hot and sweaty, you know? And something tells me you’d like me like that just as much.”

Buck felt his ears heat up, his cheeks flushing. He quickly glanced around to make sure there weren’t any kids around to hear them, his lower lip caught between his teeth, before turning back to Tommy with a dirty grin of his own. “Sounds like someone’s eager for our niece to go to bed tonight.”

“Oh, trust me,” Tommy replied, that mischievous glint only growing stronger. “I’ve been counting down the minutes since we put on our costumes. Taking them off again is half the fun, right?” He winked quickly and leaned in for another quick kiss that did nothing to stop Buck’s blood from rushing downward at the prospect of tearing the spandex off of Tommy’s chest, and arms, and everything later tonight, his mouth watering a little at the thought.

Visions of skin, maybe not as drenched as his own, but still slick with a faint sheen of sweat beneath the blue fabric, flooded Buck’s mind as he imagined peeling it away, inch by inch. The fine, curly, dark hairs on Tommy’s chest, growing from one peck to the other, would start revealing themselves, eventually traveling south, growing more and more narrow as they formed the treasure trail leading to Tommy’s groin.

Treasure trail, Buck thought with a grin as his eyes met Tommy’s again. What a fitting name. Because he sure loved following it, pulling whatever bottoms Tommy was wearing past his hips, down his thighs to his knees, revealing his-

“Uncle Tommy! Uncle Buck! Look! I got a whole Kit-Kat!”

Just then, Jee-Yun came running back down the driveway, her candy basket swinging with every step. She was practically glowing with excitement as she skidded to a stop in front of them, holding up the piece of candy triumphantly.

Buck quickly snapped out of his haze, shaking off the daydream and trying to plaster a totally innocent smile on his face, as though he hadn’t just been mentally undressing Tommy right there in the driveway.

“That’s my girl!” he cheered, leaning down to high-five her. “A whole Kit-Kat? You must have actual superpowers!”

Jee-Yun beamed, nodding enthusiastically as she unwrapped the candy with determined little fingers. Tommy crouched down to her level, brushing back a stray curl from her face. “Guess Wonder Woman knows how to pick the best houses.”

“Of course she does,” Buck agreed, ruffling her hair. “No stopping this superhero squad tonight. Now let’s go! We’ve got more candy to collect!”

Jee-Yun nodded eagerly, already starting down the street to the next house. As Buck and Tommy chuckled and followed her down the sidewalk together, Buck couldn’t resist one last glance at Tommy’s suit, his tongue darting out to lick his lips in anticipation for later tonight. He already couldn’t wait.

*

“Excuse me?”

Buck and Tommy, who’d just watched Jee-Yun skip down another driveway to the next stop of her trick-or-treat tour with a bunch of other kids they had just met here on the curb, looked over to where the voice had come from. A young woman, maybe in her late twenties or early thirties, with a face full of green paint and dressed in a black witch costume, had wandered over to them, a kind smile on her lips.

“I’m sorry, I don’t want to disturb family time. I just wanted to tell you that your daughter’s costume looks amazing! Is it homemade?”

Buck’s eyes went wide, his gaze moving from the woman’s face to Jee and back again. His mind briefly flashed back to that one time he and Eddie had taken Chris to see Santa a few years back, and he could almost laugh that something similar had happened again.

Except that unlike back then with Eddie, here and now, Buck felt a weird sense of warmth start in his chest. It spread, slow and steady, like someone had just dropped a single matchstick into the middle of a fireplace, lighting up something inside of him that he only allowed himself to think about every now and again. He and Tommy had only talked about kids in hypotheticals, a “maybe later, we’ve got time.”

And honestly, even though he loved kids, Buck was still open to not having any if Tommy didn’t want them. The two of them would always be surrounded by kids anyway, from Jee-Yun, to Chris, to Denny and Mara. Being the fun uncle was something he had always been destined to be anyway.

Still, the thought of being a Dad instead of an Uncle, even if it was only briefly because of a wrong assumption, made his insides jump with a strange sense of want.

“Uh, she’s not… we’re not…” he started stammering, his tongue tying itself into knots. He felt a little embarrassed about getting this caught off guard, and by something so comparatively trivial at that, but he couldn’t help his brain turning into mush right now. Thankfully, he wasn’t alone.

“She’s our niece,” Tommy finished for him, an easy-going smile on his lips, as if being mistaken as your niece’s father was the most normal thing in the world. “We only just got engaged a month ago, so it’s gonna be another year or two until we have one of our own. But yes, Evan made that costume himself. He’s really talented.”

Buck shot Tommy a look, a mix of surprise and flattery. “I mean, yeah, I might’ve dabbled in a bit of DIY here and there,” he said, trying to sound casual but clearly proud.

The woman grinned, genuinely impressed. “Well, it’s beautiful. And congratulations on your engagement! You two are going to be amazing dads one day.”

Buck felt that warmth in his chest intensify. He glanced at Tommy, who squeezed his shoulder in a reassuring, almost grounding way, his smile softening as he looked back at Buck. “Thanks,” Tommy replied, his gaze not leaving Buck’s. “We’re looking forward to it.”

The woman gave them a final smile and a wave before heading back up the street, leaving Buck and Tommy alone again with their thoughts and the faint laughter of kids echoing through the neighborhood.

“Did you…mean that?” Buck asked, his voice softer now, his eyes searching Tommy’s.

“Of course I did. Have you seen Jee’s costume?”

“Tommy.”

Tommy’s smile didn’t falter. If anything, it grew, more gentle, more certain. “I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t.” He tugged Buck closer, resting his forehead against his. “I’m not gonna lie, the thought of being a Dad kinda scares me. Kids are so small, and fragile, and easy to mess up.” He took a deep breath, pulling back to look into Buck’s eyes now. “But then I see you with Jee, or I hear Chim and Hen and Eddie talking about how you take to kids on calls…and I think ‘Know what? I could do it if he does it with me.’”

Buck felt the breath hitch in his throat, overwhelmed by the sincerity in Tommy’s voice. He swallowed, trying to clear the lump that had formed there, his deeply ingrained insecurities he still fought every day rearing their ugly heads and yelling at him that Tommy didn’t mean anything he said, that he was only lying to make Buck temporarily happy. He quickly shook his head to clear his brain of them.

“Tommy…” he began, his voice barely a whisper. He’d thought about having kids with Tommy before, of course he had, but somehow hearing him say it out loud…hearing that he could imagine the two of them as parents, a team, a family, made the idea feel more real and tangible than it ever had.

Tommy squeezed his hand, grounding him. “I know it’s still a while until we’re really there. We still have a whole wedding to plan before we can really think about kids. But the way you look at Jee, the way you make everyone you meet feel safe and seen…it just feels right, Evan.”

A smile tugged at the corner of Buck’s mouth, warmth flooding through him. “You think we’d be good at it? Really?”

Tommy laughed softly, the sound filling Buck with a kind of joy that felt too big for his body. “I know we would be. And besides,” he said, glancing over at Jee-Yun, who was now trading candy with a group of kids, “we’d have the best role models. Bobby and Athena, Hen and Karen, Chim and Maddie, Eddie… we’re surrounded by people who’ve shown us what it means to be a family. I’d say we’ve got a pretty good head start.”

Buck looked at Tommy, his fiancé, his partner, and saw a chance at a future he had made his peace with never having. “Then let’s do it. Someday. When we’re ready.” He let out a breath, realizing how much he meant it, how much he craved it now. “I want that with you, Tommy.”

Tommy’s grin softened, and he brushed a thumb gently over Buck’s cheek. “Good. Because I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else.”

Buck smiled softly, his eyes tearing up slightly as he pulled Tommy into a tight hug. They stood there together, holding each other, surrounded by the soft glow of streetlights and the warmth of the love that had built between them.

“Uncle Buck! Uncle Tommy! Hurry up!” Jee-Yun called from a few houses down, waving them over impatiently, her skirt flowing in the breeze.

Buck chuckled, breaking the embrace. “Guess duty calls,” he said, squeezing Tommy’s hand one last time before letting go.

*

“So have you thought about how we’d do it?” Buck asked a few houses later, as Jee once again raced up a driveway. “Having kids, I mean. I’m a firefighter, you’re a firefighter-slash-rescue pilot. Our schedules are…a lot.”

Tommy hummed lowly, his arms crossing in front of his chest. “I mean, I’m pretty old. I could retire early, be your sexy house husband and take care of the kids while you’re out there fighting fires.”

Buck laughed, nudging Tommy’s shoulder. “Sexy house husband, huh? I can definitely get on board with that. But you’re not that old! Would you really give up your career? You love helping people. You love flying.”

With a sigh, Tommy reached out to grab Buck’s hand and squeeze it. There was a sincerity in his eyes that Buck hadn’t expected. He’d figured Tommy had been kidding, but… apparently not?

“Evan, I’m 41,” Tommy started with a soft smile. “By the time we actually get to the ‘having kids’ part, I’ll be, what, 45? 46? Maybe a little older, still?”

Buck blinked. A sudden wave of realization washed over him as he realized…Tommy was serious. The notion struck Buck in a way he hadn’t anticipated. Tommy was willing to give up his job for their (hypothetical) kids. He knew that Buck wouldn’t want to, that he would do it if it was the only way, but that he wouldn’t be happy about it. And instead of expecting Buck to bend and do it anyway, he volunteered himself.

Buck suddenly felt himself fall for Tommy all over again.

“Yeah…yeah, I suppose so,” he murmured. The warm feeling in his chest was almost overwhelming, but there was something else hiding in the shadows of it all, too. A sense of profound guilt. “But still, you don’t have to-”

“Evan, seriously,” Tommy interrupted gently. His smile was still just as warm as it had been before. There wasn’t a shred of the pain or resentment Buck had expected in there at all. “I joined the military at 17, went to Iraq, and then started the fire academy the moment I was back on American soil. I’ve been doing heavy labor for almost thirty years, and my body’s not gonna keep going just because I want it to. You know my back is kinda busted already. Besides, like I said, we still have a few years. It’s not like I’d have to retire tomorrow or something.”

Tommy gave Buck’s hand a squeeze, grounding them both. “And when I retire,” he continued with a gentle shrug, “I’d be more than happy to spend my days keeping the house in order, making sure there’s good food on the table, picking our kid up from school. Maybe even teaching them some skills like changing a tire or cooking, or whatever. Honestly, it sounds kind of… nice. I’m kind of already looking forward to it.”

Buck felt the familiar sting of tears prick at his eyes. Tommy really was serious about this. “You really would do that? Just for me?”

“Not for you,” Tommy corrected softly, his gaze steady and sure. “For us. For our family. Part of being a family is making sacrifices for each other. Plus, like I said, my body’s already kinda falling apart, so me staying home just…makes sense.” He grabbed Buck’s chin then, not unlike he’d done back when they had first kissed, and slightly lifted his face up. “I want this, Evan. I’m not settling, you didn’t coerce me into suggesting this, none of that. I choose to do this once it’s time because I want to, and for no other reason. And I’ll gladly keep reassuring you of this until you believe it.”

For a moment, neither of them spoke, and the buzz of Halloween activity around them seemed to fade into the background. Buck swallowed hard, Tommy’s dedication warming him from the inside out like hot chocolate on a cold winter night. Here was this man, this strong, resilient, steady presence in his life, who was willing to lay down his greatest passion, his purpose, his calling just to build a future together with him.

Not for the first time since he and Tommy had started dating, Buck wondered how he had gotten this lucky.

“Okay,” Buck said finally, a relieved sigh escaping his lips. “Then when the time comes, we’ll do it. We’ll figure it out together.”

Tommy’s lips curved into a smile, his eyes twinkling. “Together.”

Just then, Jee-Yun came bounding back, her eyes wide with excitement and her basket overflowing. “Look! Look! I got so much candy!”

Buck grinned and swept her up into his arms, laughing as she giggled and kicked her legs in excitement. He held her close, his heart swelling at the pure joy radiating from her. And as he looked back at Tommy, he knew that this was the start of something wonderful. Their family, their future, whatever it looked like…they’d be ready for it.

[belle--ofthebrawl]

holy holy holy (Kinktober Day 4 combo: CNC/Anal)

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Swiss/Rain, Aeon/Rain

W/c: 3.6k

Tags: Consensual Non-Consent, Consensual Kink, Anal Sex, Rough Body Play, Rough Sex, Light Sadism, Non-Consensual Spanking, degradation kink, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Cuckolding, Revenge Sex, Angry Sex, Masochism, Painplay, Slut Shaming, Consensual manipulation?? consensual unhealthy relationship dynamic?? Trans Male Character

Summary:

Their eyes meet as the first droplets of Aeon's cum start leaking out to slip hot down the inside of his thighs.

“Heya toots.” Swiss drawls, looking at Rain with heavy lidded eyes. “You look like you had fun.”

Inspired by @divine-misfortune posting about Phantom/Aeon secretly taking his condom off mid-fuck to really feel how good Rain is. Well, I thought. If Swiss is Rain's boyfriend (see: if you want to, I can play the victim) he's probably not going to be too happy about that...

Think I covered all my bases in the tags but there is no check in and no in text discussion or use of safe words. This whole thing was set up in advance and Rain is enthusiastic about his own degradation and suffering. I did my best to imply that with certain lines but please let me know if I'm missing any tags or warnings. I want people to know what they're getting into but I'm not interested in inserting any pause so the characters can have the RACK talk. This is a fantasy scene that goes perfectly with nothing wrong.

Ao3 or Below.

Rain feels guilty leaving Aeon alone, but he promised Swiss not to spend the night. Besides, he rationalizes as he quietly closes the door behind him. Aeon had practically fallen asleep mid conversation. The wonders of good sex on an anxious soul.

“Fuck.” He mutters, resting against the wall and crossing his legs together. He doesn't have much time before it starts dripping out and he’s not keen on leaving an evidence trail behind on the hardwood flooring of the wing. What he needs to do is get to the showers, or even his own room and clean himself up as best he can before going to see Swiss. 

Whose room he has to pass on the way to either of those places. 

Whose door is open to show the light is still on. 

Who calls out to him as he tries to sneak past.

“Is that my sweetheart?” Swiss sounds so happy to see him. It only serves to worsen the guilt and shame twisting in his heart. “Lurking in the shadows doesn't suit you baby, come in and let me look at you.”

It's like Swiss has him enthralled in some kind of trance. Instead of telling him to wait, Rain enters his room. Shuts the door behind him and takes in the multi-ghoul lounging on his bed. He looks like he's just woken up and Rain’s heart melts at the sight of his soft smile and a sleepy expression.Their eyes meet as the first droplets of Aeon's cum start leaking out to slip hot down the inside of his thighs.

“Heya toots.” Swiss drawls, looking at Rain with heavy lidded eyes. “You look like you had fun.”

“I’m sorry,” Aeon whimpers in his mind as his hips stutter in their pace. Rain moans as a new heat begins spilling into him, so hot and thick and right. Lost to his own orgasm, he didn't notice how much wetter his cunt had gotten. If there was a single shred of sense, he put the feeling to being with a new, albeit unexpected, partner. “You just feel so good like this, just like- just like he said-”

Rain shivers. Swiss tilts his head with a lazy grin.

“Cold, honey? C’mere, let me warm you up.”

He doesn't want to let Swiss warm him up. Doesn't want his hands to go from rubbing his arms, to his chest, to between his legs; where that awful secret lies waiting to be discovered. But he's pulled by a force beyond him, something he wants to blame on pure habit and not the way Swiss’ eyes are glinting with unnatural light.

“Right where I want you.” He purrs as Rain crawls up on the bed next to him. “You were nice to him, right? Didn't bully the new kid too much?”

“Can I have a kiss?” Aeon asked. It started so innocently. A kiss as forfeit for losing, which Rain gave gladly. His kisses were easy, one of his best favors to give. And Aeon had been so sweet and shy as Rain pressed their mouths together. Aeon had certainly been kissed before but each time he acted like it was his first, color blooming on his cheeks as Rain pulled away.

“That's not encouraging me to win, you know.” He teased. “Anyone ever tell you how cute you are?”

“Psh.” Aeon replied, drawing his legs up to his chest, shifting uncomfortably. “All the time.’

“So why does it still give you a boner when I do it?” Rain smiles, laying down to get more comfortable, but more so Aeon can see the lines of his body as his clothing drapes and accentuates it. The dip of his waist, the gentle swell of his chest. Aeon seems especially entranced with the curve of his hip bone as the band of his pajama pants shifts to expose it.

“Uh.” Aeon says intelligently. “You're just…really pretty, I guess.”

“I feel as good as I look.” Rain teases, just to see the expression on his face.

“Swiss told me “ Aeon confesses and Rain throws his head back to laugh.

“Swiss likes to show off his treasures.” 

“Does he ever…I don't know, share?”

Maybe Rain shouldn't have been so surprised at what happened next. It was practically like he had asked to be taken advantage of.

“I was on my best behavior.” Rain says carefully as he falls into bed next to Swiss, who grabs him by the waist and pulls him close. Giving him no chance to wiggle away. “We played videogames. Talked about stuff.”

“Mm.” Swiss chucks the underside of his chin with a knuckle, pulls him in for a kiss. Rain shuts his eyes and prays Swiss can’t taste anything unusual as their tongue dab together, when Swiss kisses him deeper.

“You want me to leave so you can take care of that?” Rain asks with an arched eyebrow as Aeon covers his crotch and the obvious way his stiffy is poking up. “Or…I can stay and watch?”

Aeon whimpers, giving himself a squeeze. 

“Maybe…” Rain says with a lilt to his voice. “Maybe something else?’

Aeon looks at him with wide, innocent eyes and for the first time in his life, Rain understands what drew Swiss to him, all those years ago.

“There's my gorgeous Rainy baby.” Swiss says as Rain peels his clothes off without a second thought. “Never understood how anyone could look at you and think you had to be clothed all the time. Should keep you naked for everyone to look at and no one to touch.”

Rain watches from somewhere outside himself as Swiss' hands trail down his stomach, ticklish and feather light. 

“Wet for me already?” He laughs but the amusement leaves his eyes as he strokes between Rain’s folds to where the truth of his betrayal lies. His smile falls, face hardening as he crudely shoves two fingers inside, jostling Rain and making him yelp as Swiss scrapes against the walls of his cunt and withdraws. When he holds his fingers up in the light, Rain can't look at them.

He's adorable in his desperation to fuck Rain. So unused to the feeling of a warm and welcoming cunt around his cock instead of his own hand and some lotion. Fast, uncoordinated bunny humps that jostle Rain against the bed and nearly make him laugh at how single-mindedly Aeon is chasing his second orgasm. 

"Slow down!" Rain says with a laugh. "Savor it, I'm not going anywhere."

"Sorry..." Aeon replies meekly. His thrusts do slow down though, dragging his cock out until it slips out. "You feel so good, Rain...I can't help myself."

If he hadn't been too busy stroking his own ego over the compliment, maybe he would have noticed the way Aeon was moving. Nervous. Shaky. Maybe he would have heard the sticky sound of the condom being taken off. Maybe he would have felt the difference when Aeon slid back in and moaned so dizzily in raw pleasure. How his cock felt, rubbing inside him unprotected.

Too late for maybes.

“You easy little slut.” Swiss says, and smacks him. Smears Aeon's cum along his cheek and lower lip before he grabs Rain’s chin and digs his fingers so hard into the skin Rain swears he can hear it breaking. A thumb forces its way into his mouth and he lets it drag his jaw open wide for Swiss to inspect. A finger prods his tongue, his teeth, going in nearly too deep but Rain’s gag reflex has long been trained into suppression. Still, it tickles the back of his throat before Swiss takes his hand out just to slap him again. 

“Gave him your mouth too?” Swiss sneers. “You could have hidden that bruise if you hadn't been too damn lazy to clean yourself up before crawling back to me.”

Aeon had been meaner than Rain expected, pulling him by the hair to hold him still as his hips bucked frantically. Rain was out of his depth quicker than he expected, thinking he’d tease the little quintessence ghoul with his tongue longer, see how much he could take but the second Rain opened his mouth wide enough, Aeon took advantage and fed him his cock so fast it made Rain’s head spin. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck Rain-” 

Already, he's cumming; shooting fast and hot down his throat, cramming himself in as deep as he can. Rain’s face is crushed to his hips, delicate skin scraped by his hair as Aeon holds him tight to avoid spilling a single drop. He goes limp as Aeon shakes below him and finally lets go.

“You're so good at that.” Aeon breathes reverently and despite his loss of control, Rain preens at the praise. “Can I use my mouth on you? Can I taste you too?”

Hands are already tugging his sweats down, Aeon marveling at the way he's already shiny with slick, ready to be devoured. One finger pets down the center of his folds and before Rain can even think to say no, it's curling inside and Aeon is kissing his clit with clumsy enthusiasm.

One finger turns into two and what little control Rain has over the situation is long gone by the time he automatically chokes out “Condom, use a condom” when Aeon's naked cock brushes up against his thigh.

“Right! Sorry…” Aeon says quickly, sounding embarrassed. “It's okay though, right? I can fuck you?”

Rain opens his mouth to tell Aeon it's gone too far. He promised Swiss as long as they were together, no one else could have Rain’s body like that. But Aeon looks so hopeful as he uses one hand to hold the little foil packet to his mouth, carefully tearing it open with his teeth while the other tugs at his soft cock. The sight is so endearing and so different from how Swiss usually treats him. Bullying his way between Rain’s thighs and taking what he wanted. Aeon looked so helpless and sweet, even as his eyes fluttered shut from the pleasure of his own hand. What would his face look like when he slipped inside for the first time? And if he wore a condom, then…then it would be fine, right? Just like a toy. The small little dildo Swiss bought to see him blush at the sight of it.

And now here he was underneath someone else.

Excuses. Too much time thinking up the excuses and not enough time telling Aeon to back off because his cock is hard now, he's rolling the condom on with shaky fingers, plucking and settling the band until it sat comfortable. Falling on top of Rain with a clumsy kiss and clumsier thrusts. Keeping Rain’s mouth so full of his tongue he can't say no to the easy way his cock makes a home of his body when he finally slips inside.

“You know when I was bragging to him, that wasn't a fucking invitation to take you for a spin.” Swiss shoves him down, man handling Rain into a suitable position for what's about to happen next. “Just let it happen, you fucking whore.” Swiss spits when Rain kicks his legs and lets out a wail as he's easily dragged in, thrown over Swiss' lap. “Too late to fight back now, Rain .”

The first spank hits so hard his ears are left ringing. It doesn't get easier from there. Swiss is angry and he's taking his fury out on Rain’s body however he wants; spanks and scratches, pinches that will no doubt leave bruises scattered on his skin. Fingers are stuffed up his cunt again, scooping out cum that he’s forced to clean off until Swiss deems him empty enough.

“You're so damn loose.” Swiss hisses. “Can you even tell how many fingers I’m using?”

Rain moans and gets a cruel twist on his nipple for the effort.

“Four.” Swiss informs him. “But you're so stupid off someone else's cock you probably can't even count that high right now.’

He's spanked again. And again and again and again until his skin is no doubt cherry red and hot enough to split and bleed if Swiss keeps it up. He might, if Rain can't find a way to distract him from the single-minded focus Swiss has on hurting him. 

“ Please-” He mewls with a tremor to his voice. It's enough give Swiss pause, his hand coming to rest gently on the burning skin of his cheeks.

“Do you have something to say for yourself?” He asks, entirely neutral. Rain’s mind is long gone to the sensation, thoughts wrapped in fuzz and slow to surface but eventually he parses out something Swiss might like to hear.

“Remind me?” He asks hesitantly. “Remind my cunt…how much it loves you?”

“Oh, honey.” Swiss says kindly. “I think you're too stretched out for me to feel anything at this point. Don't you?”

He punctuates the statement with another slap and the dam inside Rain breaks, tears quickly overfilling and spilling down his face as Swiss swats him again. He isn't losing strength or stamina; if anything, his rage only makes him stronger and every single one of Rain's tears gives him another reason to keep spanking him.

“Be grateful I don't feel like using my belt.” He warns after an eternity of pain. Rain sniffles and shakes and nods, gasping out thank yous like Swiss expects. He's hot all over, throbbing with bruises already blooming and still, he doesn't think Swiss is quite done yet. Not by the hard jut of his cock in his pants, or the strong flex it gives when Rain peers up at him through tear-damp lashes. 

“Your mouth is better off apologizing. Pussy’s all used up.” Swiss gives him a leer, one that has Rain rolling off his lap in apprehension. Crawling back as the gears turn inside his lover’s head, drawing to a swift and terrible conclusion Rain can only guess at.

“Rainy, baby.” Swiss croons and Rain freezes at the sudden, loving tone. It proves to be his downfall, as Swiss lashes out. Grabbing him by the throat, just firm enough to hold, to trap. A thumb smooths over his gills as Swiss gives him a lascivious once-over. 

“You might have something I want after all.” He drawls with a nasty smile. One that makes Rain’s heart skip a beat as his stomach sinks. Swiss is already pushing him down, caging him in with his body and Rain can't run away. Doesn't want to run away because if he does, then he thinks he'll lose Swiss forever for this accident and he can't bear the thought of sleeping alone again. 

But he's not sure if he can do what Swiss wants him to either. 

“You gave me your first everything, baby.” Swiss says softly, stroking a fingertip up Rain's cheekbone. He twines a curl around his finger until it slips off. Brushes it to the side and kisses his forehead. “First kiss, first blowjob. First real fuck instead just fingers. You were so good at all of it, weren't you? Took to it all like you were born to be a slut.”

“But I'm yours.” Rain whispers, lips numb. He has to remind Swiss that underneath all the anger he still loves Rain. That at the end of the night, Rain still returned to him. That has to count for something, right?

“Yeah.” Swiss hums. “You're mine and I turned you into a real whore, didn't I?”

Swiss kisses him on the mouth, the first kindness shown to Rain ever since his secret was discovered. Carefully, so Swiss doesn't think he's about to fight back, Rain embraces him. Holds him close as Swiss gives him his tongue. He's a much better kisser than Aeon, though maybe it's just because he knows Rain so well. His legs part willingly and Swiss moans in approval. When they part, Rain searches his face for any trace of forgiveness, any hint that his ordeal will be over soon. He just wants his Swiss back.

“Roll over.” Is the only thing Swiss says. “I'll be taking what's mine now.”

“Swiss?” Rain asks. He gets a millisecond of Swiss looking at him before he's backhanded across the face. Rain cries out as he's forced onto his stomach, Swiss tossing him around as easily as a ragdoll. Hands are clapped to his sore asscheeks, nails digging in the new bruises as he’s spread and …and inspected. 

“You look wet here too.” Swiss murmurs, petting at the tight little hole Rain hardly thinks about. “But pink. New. At least you kept one thing safe for me.”

Swiss falls silent. Rain's tail twists around itself in anxiety, his ears straining for any hint about what might happen next.

Swiss spits on his hole and it's akin to an electric shock.

“Have you ever tried…you know.” Aeon asks. He's blushing. He just took Rain for the ride of his life and he's blushing.

“Anal?” Rain asks casually, feeling so worldly and experienced over the sweet new summon and his softening cock. The high of his orgasm has yet to fade, he has yet to look between his thighs and discover the selfish thing that sweet new summon did to him. “No. Swiss pesters me for it, but I don't know. I want to save it for a special occasion.”

“No.” Rain says, louder than he expects. Fear washes over him, cold and overwhelming. “No Swiss- you can't, not there, you can't.”

Swiss is laughing by the time Rain says his name, sharp and mirthless.

“I can't?” Swiss asks lowly. “I’m not the one you should be saying no to. Remember? You're mine.”  

Swiss sits his full weight on him, letting the weight of his clothed cock rest between his cheeks as threat. He leans over, grabbing Rain by the throat again to whisper his next words close.

"You go around acting like a slut, don't get upset when I fuck you like one. Whores don't get the luxury of choice." He's given a shake to let the message sink in before Swiss has his fingers prodding his lips, wiggling inside.

“Get them nice and soaked.” Swiss tells him. “Because that’s the only lube I'm giving you. I want you to hurt tonight.”

Like he isn't already. But he obeys. There's no way out but through it. Swiss rocks against him the entire time, moaning deep in appreciation of Rain's talented tongue. Keeping his cock pressed close so Rain can't forget the reason he's doing this. He shivers when Swiss takes his fingers out and trails them down his spine. Taps at the base, then even lower. Rain stops breathing as a pad rubs over the puckered skin of his hole, smooth and easy from how wet he is. No catching. 

"Maybe you don't need it after all." Swiss says thoughtfully, almost to himself. "Or maybe I don't think you deserve even that." The fingers leave and Rain breathes again. Only to gasp as the heavy weight of Swiss' cock smacks his bare skin.

“Scream.” Swiss orders breathlessly, wedging the fat head of his cock inside Rain’s unstretched hole. “Show me some appreciation for still wanting damaged goods.”

It's shocking how easily Swiss slides in, Rain’s body greedily gulping the thick length of him down like it was all he was ever meant to do. But Rain still screams, hiding his face into the mattress as Swiss forces his way deep inside. Everything else shuts off as his mind narrows in and focuses on the burn as Swiss' cock pushes him open, wider and wider . He feels so much bigger like this, taken where Rain had never let anyone go before. His hips slam in a cruel pace, too much and too fast, the sounds of their bodies so awful and loud.

“Slow down!” Rain cries. “You’re too big, it's not going to fit!’

“I'm making it fit.” Swiss says darkly. “Stop whining. It's your own fault I'm doing this, could have just kept your damn legs shut, could have just sucked his cock and been happy but no, you had to try and sneak around-”

Rain’s crying into the mattress now, sobbing and hiccuping as Swiss fucks him harder; carving Rain up with his nails, coring him hollow with his cock, chewing him up just to spit him back out. His whole world is Swiss, as it should be. 

Swiss, breathing hot in his ear. 

Swiss, warm and heavy on top of him. 

Swiss, using Rain however he wants, putting his cock wherever he wants because at the end of the day, Rain is his to play with.

No matter how much it hurts. 

And Rain will always allow it because it means Swiss loves him.

“M sorry!” Rain gasps, turning his head to the side for a breath of fresh air. “Swiss, please stop, I’m sorry!”

“You won't let it happen again?” Swiss growls. Despite Rain’s begging, he doesn't slow down. He goes harder. Meaner. Rain’s already given up but Swiss pushes him further into the mattress, pulls all the way out to groan at the way Rain’s hole gapes for him.

“No!” Rain wails, as Swiss drives the full length of his cock into him again, turning his answer into an extended cry for mercy. It's ignored. He's pulled up by a hand grasped tight to his hair, forcing him into a brutal arch as his ass is slapped, Swiss aiming to renew his already fading handprints.

“Keep. Apologizing.” He's jerked up higher, Swiss’ cock stuffed so far up into his guts he can't even breathe. “And keep telling me to stop. It makes my cock harder. Can't you feel it, sweetheart?"

He can't feel anything else.

“What do we say?” Swiss says, all sickly sweet. He kisses a tear off Rain’s flushed cheek.

“Thank you.” He hiccups miserably, feeling his cunt clench down on nothing. His clit feels swollen and hurts worst of all with how it needs so badly to be touched. He's so close. Swiss will keep him here, dancing on the edge for ages.

“Again.”

“Thank you.”

[koolades-world]

Hello is hug deprived anon again (this might be becoming my name oh no) and I’ve had an idea

I’m sure we can all agree that mammon deserves all the love, especially because his brothers are too mean to him, they pretend they don’t love him too constantly

So, what if Mammon is away for a week, doing photoshoots or dealing with witches or something, and MC is moping because they miss him,, like, they keep turning to their side to whisper to him and then like deflating when they see no Mammon,, and like, reaching out on that side to hold his hand and then being confused when there’s nothing there, and then they realize :( maybe they stole his blanket from his room because it smells like him, so it’s the best substitute for Mammon hugs while he’s away

Maybe Beel (idk if any of the other bros would be nice enough to tell him) is texting him like “your human is too sad come back soon” and sending him pictures of MC doing this stuff

When Mammon returns MC jumps on him for hugs like “you’re home!!!!!”

Idk I think he’d cry

I think he would feel very loved and probably also cry abt it

What you think? What do you think he’d do?

(If you choose not to write anything about this no worries obviously) (but I eventually might lol I think it’d be very cute and make him very happy to have someone who really misses him when he’s away)

HI!! haha if you want and plan to request more, feel free to pick an anon name! or I could just call you something like hug LOL

wayyy back when I first got into obey me in like 2021, there was this one specific fic I read kind of similar to his idea where mammon was upset at be mistreated and mc stood up for him and it was this cute bonding moment, and this request kinda reminded me of that!! gonna try to channel it a little bit

this idea is literally so cute and I'd be happy to write it! it makes my brain like a cat who has the zoomies hehe enjoy :D

How Ironic

You watched agonizingly as the clock ticked by even slower than usual. You'd been trying to do some sort of work, or anything other than stare at the damned clock forever now, but you just couldn't focus.

It had been exactly four days, six hours, and fifteen minutes and counting since Mammon had left for a week long promotional photoshoot in another ring of hell. You had your sad, but sweet send off and you promise yourself that time apart might be good for you. After all, it always felt like you could never get anything done with Mammon around. Yet, here you were, staring blankly at a clock with a blank piece of paper and pen in front of you.

Finally deciding to throw in the towel for now, you got up from your desk in your room. A walk to a local convivence store was in order. Snacks and fresh air wasn't a combo you could pass up. On your way out, you passed the door to his room which was slightly ajar. You briefly had the thought to poke your head in and ask him if he wanted to come, before remembering that he wouldn't be in there. You continued your walk to the front door, where you put on your shoes and grabbed a bag that had a few necessities in it for the short journey.

Thankfully, you hadn't passed any of his brothers on the way there, meaning you didn't have to explain yourself or have them ask to tag along. While you enjoyed their company, they weren't Mammon. If you needed help, you could always summon one of them thanks to the pacts, but you needed this short walk to clear your head.

The air was unfortunately stifling and overly humid outside, making you glad you were dressed light. It was basically just your pajamas but when you went out with Mammon, the two of you did this every time. As you autopiloted to your favorite corner store, your thoughts wandered back to Mammon again. You wondered how he was doing and if he missed being at home. You couldn't blame him if he didn't and hoped he was enjoying his time away from home as much as you wished he was by your side.

Once you got to the store, you wandered around for a bit, debating what to get. After grabbing a small basket, you began to pile in various things that sounded good. Once the basket was full, you came to the realization that all the snacks were Mammon's favorites; hell sauce flavored instant noodles, Chaos Devil Cider and ginger ale to mix, Devilbee honey popcorn, and a variety pack of Devildom gummies. This is what he introduced you to the first time you did a snack run together. You decided, in light of this discovery, to buy extras for him for when he got back. You figured he would enjoy it and it was the least you could do to thank him for introducing you to so many tasty things you would've not tried otherwise. Once you checked out, you returned back to the House of Lamentation with a new skip in your step.

You made your way back up to your room, and passed the ajar door of Mammon's room again. Memories of the two of you together flooded back again, and you couldn't help but step in. Just being in his room was like he was really right next to you again. You couldn't help but sit on his sofa and think about how much you missed him even though it hadn't even been a full week. His absence made you realize how much you missed his presence. After a moment, you decide to leave the snacks you bought for him on his bedside table so his brothers were less likely to wander in and find them before him.

As you were setting down everything you'd gotten for him, you something caught your eye just about to fall off the end of his bed. After you picked it off the edge of his bed, you realized it was the hoodie he always wore around the house. It was faded from lots of usage and the strings were fraying. You knew it smelt like his cologne and his shampoo from all of the tight embraces he'd given you while wearing it. You for sure thought he would've taken it with him, but it looked as if he had thrown it off last minute and thrown it on his bed without looking back.

Looking around as if someone might be watching (which could very well be the case since Lucifer was notoriously quiet), you pulled it to your chest and deeply inhaled. Of course, there was the chance that it was dirty, but you couldn't care less. It wasn't anything you hadn't seen of him before. Since there really wasn't anything stopping you, you took it back to your room with you. You weren't even really that cold, in all honesty. It was more of the idea that he was right next to you since it smelt just like him.

You continued your night like you had before you left, just with his hoodie on. You were magically much more productive wearing it and you managed to get several things done. Usually, you would be chatting with Mammon on the phone at about this time to talk about how your days were, but he was unfortunately busy with something work related. Instead, you decided to send him a sweet goodnight text and send a picture of your set up with the food and the show you've been watching one episode at a time. Not expecting a response before you called it a night, you turn your phone off and focused on eating and watching tv.

Beel wasn't sure what woke him up first: his stomach or Mammon blowing up his phone. Sitting up in his bed, he peered at his screen, squinting at it. He had at least twenty texts from his brother asking him to check on Mc for him after they hadn't responded to his texts. He wasn't sure if Mammon knew they were probably asleep or if he was just worrying for no reason. Either way, he decided to check on them for him anways. After his kitchen run, of course.

After letting Mammon know, he got out of bed and left his room. On his way to the kitchen, however, he ended up following the smell of cup noodles to Mc's room. There, he was able to complete both of his missions. He snapped a picture of Mc fast asleep with a couple half finished snacks, then took the snacks. Mission complete.

Mammon was only halfway through the only kind of dumb business dinner when he spammed Beel about Mc. He was more worried than he would admit to himself about them. He knew it was probably nothing and that they had fallen asleep, but Beel was usually awake at this time eating anyways. The food was nice and he was the star of the show, but the dinner was much too stifling for his taste. Most importantly, it was cutting into his precious time with Mc, something he looked forward to at the end of every day. He loved getting to hear their voice after being away from them for so long. He missed getting to see them in person, but getting to hear them was next best.

As he was poking at his food, he finally got the response he was waiting hand and foot on. Beel had responded with just an image at first, so he scrambled to open it. He breathed a sigh of relief. It was a picture of his beloved Mc fast asleep in their bed. You looked so peaceful but your face was barely visible because of the hood pulled up over your eyes. After squinting, he realized the hoodie you were wearing looked oddly familiar. He realized that that was his hoodie, the one he'd left on his bed when he was late the morning he left.

He could barely contain his excitement and it must had been evident on his face since those around him glanced at him, and then between each other a few times. He saved the photo to his phone, and texted Beel back a thanks. As everyone talked around him, he debating asking to leave the shoot early right then and there. If he left right now, he would be able to make it home before you woke up. While he entertained this thought for a while, eventually he decided to stick it out since there were only a few days left. As soon as he was allowed to leave, however, he would buy you something with the paycheck he'd be given. Something nice, maybe a gold bracelet that would remind you of him when you see it. He spent the rest of the night thinking, then dreaming about you. He could only hope you were doing the same. (you were <3)

After those final two and a half agonizing days and many texts later, it was finally time for Mammon to return home. For now, he decided to leave his car parked just outside the house, since he may or may not have been planning to take you out to dinner later that day. As soon as he walked in the door, one of his suitcases in tow, something, or rather someone, attacked him with a flying hug. At first, he was processing the situation as Mc began to squeal and squeeze him as tight as they could into a hug. He wasn't really sure where they had come from, but he knew who it was as soon as their arms were around him.

"MAMMON!" Mc swung the both of them around, buzzing with excitement. "Diavolo, I missed you so much. I don't want to let go of you. If you don't take me with you next time, I might die of sadness and loneliness!" Their arms were around his neck, and their face in his chest. He finally let go of his suitcase and hugged them back. He held them close, shutting his eyes for a moment to take it all in.

"I missed ya too. 's good to be back." He, again, couldn't stop the smile from growing on his face. His brothers never expressed themselves the way Mc was to him in that moment, so he wasn't quite sure how to feel. They never seemed excited to see him, so it was so refreshing to see Mc visibly excited and made him feel truly loved. All their time apart was worth moments like these.

As MC was squealing, a few of his brothers began to gather around the foyer around them. Perhaps they heard them, or maybe they knew he'd be back today at around this time. Either way, he waved at them, still keeping an arm around Mc.

"Guys! Mammon is back." Mc nuzzled his neck, still holding onto him.

"We can see that." Belphie remarked, sounding unamused. Mammon's smile faded a little. So, they didn't care that he was back, did they? He should've expected that from them. Actually, they probably wished he'd been gone for longer with the way they treated him sometimes.

"I talked to you guys about this. I don't expect you to do what I'm doing, but you need to show him you're happy he's back. You can't lie, he's irreplaceable! I don't know what I'd do without him, and I missed him so much." Just like that, Mc's words lifted him back up. Suddenly, he was no longer upset that his brothers didn't care. He had the attention and care from the person he thought about the entire time he was gone. "Shame on you all. Don't expect me to talk to you for the next few days. Let's get your things from the car, and go upstairs. We have so much to catch up on!" Mc only let go of his neck to grab his hand instead. They dragged him back out of the house, shutting the door with their foot behind the two of them.

"Mc, ya didn't have to do all that fer me..." Mammon glanced back at the shut door. His brothers didn't open it, or try to follow them.

"But I did! You're my first man, after all. I really can't express how much I missed you and just saying it doesn't feel like enough." They reached into the trunk of his car to begin taking out his suitcases. Mammon moved them aside gently, not wanting them to do even more for him that he felt as if he didn't deserve.

Mammon was silent for a moment, then decided to go digging through his backpack for the bracelet he'd bought for you. He hoped it would make it easier to tell you how he felt. "Here, this is fer you." He presented the small, black box to them. Looking caught off guard, they accepted it and opened it carefully. Your mouth dropped open as you saw the golden piece of jewelry he bought for you on the drive back.

"Mammon! This is beautiful. Thank you so much! But, I don't understand why. What's the occasion?" You removed it from the box and held it up to the light to study it. Several small charms hung off of it.

"That's the thing. There isn't one." He took a deep breath and looked down at his feet before continuing. "I just... yer so good to me. Ya texted me daily, called me daily, thought about me while I was gone, and even waited fer me like that so ya could surprise me when I got back. Ya care, and I know I'm not the best with showin' I care and it makes me feel shitty. Thank you, fer everythin'. I really missed ya." He couldn't see how Mc reacted, but was essentially tackled into another hug again by them.

"Mams, you show me you care in little ways. Just because you don't say it, doesn't mean that you don't. You just being back here with me is more than enough." He immediately thought about how ironic the entire situation was. He never actually told them how he felt and treated them like garbage sometimes, and he thought it might've been pushing the person he cared for most away, but really, he never had to worry about that. he'd never considered that they could see past his inability to admit his feelings. He hugged them back, savoring the moment since this time they were alone.

"Thank you Mc." He held back happy tears.

"No, thank you! Thank you for always being by my side. Now, instead of actually unpacking, let's just lock the car and sneak back inside. Maybe they'll eventually feel sorry and come looking for us, but we'll actually be hiding right under their noses. It'll be like a spy mission." Mc giggled leaning back to see his face. Mammon let them look him in the eyes, glistening tears and all.

"Yeah, let's do that. We can watch that movie ya wanted to watch and just share headphones." He found himself joining in with the quiet laughing along to something he wasn't sure either of them really understood. Something he did understand however, was that he knew he was loved back by the one he loved the most, and couldn't ask for more.

[pajarinwrites]

you could ask

➳ fem!reader x Dino

➳ wc: 2.7k

➳ TAGS: pwp; fluffy smut, smutty fluff MDNI, my dudes; it's so sweet tho kjsdiasejnasd

➳ WARNINGS: fucking(?) it's super fluffy though; fingering (f receiving), kissing, marking, petnames (babe, baby for her)

➳ AN: i continue to surprise in that dino is my least biased member except now that i wrote this, he might not be anymore; he's such a cutie ugh; also this RAN! AWAY! FROM! ME! it started as a drabble but 2.7k can under no circumstances be classified as a drabble. also there initially was supposed to be piv sex but then it got too long. i'll definitely write a continuation one-shot for this ugh. anyway, ENJOY!

also that's my fave photo of channie

You look up from your phone as your friend enters the lobby. He has his duffel bag thrown over his shoulder, wearing the usual cap, mask, sunglasses combo in public, in an effort to remain unrecognised.

“Hey,” you greet with a soft wave. He pulls off his sunglasses to reveal eyes crinkling with smiles. “Hey!” He replies back, pulling you into a short hug before calling the elevator.

“How was practice?”

“The usual. Except Hoshi-hyung was hungover.”

“Huh?” You ask, sure you must’ve misheard him. Chan laughs in reply.

“Yeah, he filmed that program with Youngji yesterday that you like watching.”

“And he didn’t tell me?” You ask in mock affront, one hand resting on your chest dramatically. Chan shrugs. “I guess he assumed I’d tell you. But I forgot.” He sticks his tongue out to you as you follow him to his apartment.

You pass Vernon and Dokyeom in the kitchen; they wave to you in greeting before you follow Chan into his room.

“Leave the door open, children!” Dokyeom screams after you, prompting your friend to scream a dry hahaha back and slam his door all the harder. “They’re not even funny,” he pouts, dropping onto his bed where you’ve already gotten comfortable.

“Ugh,” he groans as the climbs up to the headboard next to you. “What’s wrong?” You ask, looking at his tense expression.

“It’s fine, practice just kicked a little harder than I thought.”

“Are you still up for movie night? We can just move it if you’re too exhausted.”

“Of course not! I always have energy for you.” He smiles softly, scooting closer, resting one arm on his headboard behind you as if it did nothing to him. You cleared your throat, trying your hardest not to shuffle so he wouldn’t feel obligated to move his arm away again.

“What’ve you got saved on your laptop?” He asks as you pull it up and open Netflix.

“I mean, I’ve been dying to watch the Scream remake for a while…” You know his stance on horror movies. As expected, “ugh! Can’t we watch something cute and cozy that won’t make me pull a muscle from jump scares!”

“Unfair argument! First you say you’re up for movie night and when it comes to picking a movie you bring up the issue of your sore muscles!”

“Well I can’t just make ‘em magically disappear.”

“But you got to pick the movie the last, like, three times!”

“I’m not saying you can’t pick. I’m just saying pick a different one!”

“Nuh uh, I want this one.” He groans again, rolling his head.

“Okay, then what will you do about my sore muscles?”

“Me? Do you want me to massage your sore muscles for you? Since when are your sore muscles my fault or problem?”

He grins, and with how close his face is to yours, it’s doing all kinds of things to your heart. “If you want to watch Scream so bad, it is your problem…”

Oh, so that’s how it is, you think, realising he never expected you to make good on any muscle relief. Lee Chan knows damn well you hate massages unless you’re on the receiving end. The amount of times he’s given you one eclipses the times you have returned the favour, a grand total of zero times.

“Sure,” you smile sweetly, setting your laptop back down on the floor next to Chan’s bed. He stares at you, eyes wide as saucers. “Huh?”

You remove his arm from your shoulders and get up, motioning for him to lie down. If your best friend wanted to play a game of chicken with you, he absolutely could.

“Also, you obviously gotta take your shirt off.”

Instead of moving, Chan is sitting still as a statue, still staring at you as if your hair had spontaneously changed colour. You wondered if this was really all it was going to take but eventually he shuffles down on the bed. He shrugs off his tee and you pretend like you aren’t surreptitiously looking him up and down.

“Okay, but you gotta do it properly, “ he states as he rests his head on his arms.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You inquire as you get into position, positioning your left knee beside Chan’s body and swinging the other over so that you are straddling his butt.

“Just that you can’t quit after five minutes, and you can’t do it all softly.”

“Hmm,” you hum in agreement, “elbow grease.” Chan giggles in response, but it turns into a groan as soon as you dig your thumbs into the tops of his shoulders.

“You really aren’t holding back, huh?”

“I’ve been ordered to give it my all,” you reply, bearing down on one especially tight trapezius. Chan’s breath stutters under your ministrations and you’re glad he can’t see your face heat up. As your hands wander lower you feel like he’s tensing up more instead of less.

“Hey, relax,” you instruct, “this was your idea.”

Chan grumbles something into his pillow in reply but it only takes him a few more minutes and a few sounds that veer suspiciously into moan territory before he shrugs you off forcefully.

You let out a yelp of surprise as you flop down on the mattress next to him. “What was that for?”

“You did enough, we can watch your silly movie now.” He avoids your eyes and you can see that his face has turned red, but you try to blame it on the heat of the room and the fact that you just treated him like bread dough for fifteen minutes. As he sits back up against the headboard, he pulls the blanket over himself, his hands in his lap awkwardly.

“What are you doing?” You cock an eyebrow.

“Preparing to be scared to death,” he replies with a chuckle you believe was supposed to be light-hearted.

“It’s okay, I’ll protect you. You can hide behind me if you get scared,” you offer graciously. Chan rolls his eyes. “Just start the movie.”

You pull up your laptop and snuggle into your friend’s side. Chan fluffs up his pillows, one behind your back, one in his lap, and welcomes you into his arms again. You’ve watched movies in this position before, but today you’re restless. Chan seems to exude extra body heat today, and maybe it’s your wild imagination but his workouts have really started to pay off, and the feeling of his biceps pressing into your side distracts you more than you’d like to admit.

You stopped watching whatever is going on on screen several dozen minutes ago when you finally clear your throat. You’d been sneaking glances over at Chan for a while, his uncomfortable shifting, the suspiciously placed pillow. You had a hunch when he shrugged you off him earlier but the longer you sat next to him, having to endure his endless shuffling, the more convinced you were. Of course, you weren’t entirely unbothered by his presence either. The glimpse of his naked chest and back hadn’t left your mind, although you were hard-pressed to admit, that that sight had been the reason for your inability to focus. 

“It’s a little boring, isn’t it?”

“Huh?” He asks, turning his frightful eyes from the screen. You hit pause.

“The movie, Chan.”

“Boring isn’t the adjective I’d use, but sure. We can definitely watch something else.”

“We could do something else.” You smirk, shifting so you can face him fully. Bless him, his expression betrays nothing but confusion. He opens his mouth to ask what you’re on about but you beat him to it.

“Chan,” you sigh, “is this going to be a repeat of Seungkwan’s birthday party?”

“Huh?” He asked. But the fact that he had turned a shade redder let you know that he was very aware of what you were talking about.

“You know, when we were in the kitchen alone and you leaned in and I was waiting for you to finally kiss me? But then you chickened out the last second and pretended you had just wanted to grab the vodka from behind me?”

Chan blinks at your, your words evidently not quite processed yet. “You wanted me to kiss you?” You rolled your eyes.

“For someone with such a big head, you can be pretty stupid, you know that?”

“Well, how was I supposed to know? I can’t read your mind.” You lean in closer - resting your hand on his thigh - and take delight in the way his breath hitches.

“You can always ask.” You whisper. He moves in even closer, the pillow sliding off his lap and letting you see that you were right about your prior assumption. You bite your lip at the sight of the obvious tent in his sweatpants.

“Can I kiss you?” Chan asks, bringing your attention back to his face. He’s gorgeous, you think, in the half-light of his bedroom, his hair unstyled, his eyes shining. But he really isn’t going to budge if you don’t answer, it seems. “Yes, please,” you breathe.

His lips are on yours, softly, as if he can’t quite believe this is happening. His right hand is cradling your cheek. It makes you smile, wrap your arms around his neck, and pull him down with you. Chan let’s out another groan, catching himself with his left hand next to your head instead of letting his full weight crash into you, which coincidentally happens to be exactly what you wanted. You nudge his hand away, hoping for him to get the hint. Much to your chagrin, he pulls back, panting against your lips.

“What—“ you mean to ask but don’t get around to it when you see the dark, almost desperate shadow in his eyes.

“I can’t believe you’re real.” His gaze drops to your lips, he’s nipping at your lower lip, making his way down your jawline. You manage to hold out on him until he reaches your pulse point, attaching his lips to the sensitive skin and nibbling at it in a way that’ll definitely leave a mark makes you whimper. Right now you couldn’t care less.

“Chan,” you moan, “please…” You can feel him smirk but he complies with your unspoken wish, continuing his way downward.

“Can I take this off you?” He asks, tugging at you shirt. You look down at his eyes, blown out and looking at you like you created the universe.

“Only if yours comes off too,” you say, meaning to tease him. His shirt’s over his head and at the other end of his room before you can blink. “Better?” He smirks, usually you’d be careful not to stroke his ego too much, but right now all you can think about it tracing every ridge on the expanse of his body with your tongue. It’s so much more fun when you can look freely. It must show on your face because Chan leans forward, whispering, “You can eat me up later, baby. Right now it’s my turn.” You have half a mind to hold back your whimpers at the tone of his voice but at the end you’re just a human, not some saint, so you stand no chance against the carnal vices of the flesh.

Chan takes off your shirt so skilfully that a very unwelcome thought of possessiveness flashes through your mind but with how he looks at you (very much not like you threw on your oldest, most comfy sport bra) the evil little voice in your head stands no chance. There can’t be any lingering doubt over his feelings with the way he undresses you slowly, deliberately, with all the care in the world, makes you think he mistook you for a fragile piece of art. His eyes say the same, casting glances at your face again and again, questioning; like he’s ready to drop everything if you so much as breathe a word. You have to commend him, especially with how evident the tent in his sweats has been for the better part of this evening.

“Chan,” you whine, ripping him out of the worship of the skin on your tummy. He looks dazed already. “Please stop teasing.”

He smiles, “Am I teasing you? Sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to. You’re just so beautiful.”

You want to tell him off for being a sap but he starts kissing a straight line downwards from your navel and your words are caught in your throat.

His hands skitter up your thighs, making you shiver as he finally presses a digit to your core. He groans, “So wet for me already, love, you’ve soaked through your panties.”

“Looks like you have to take them off, then.” You smile and he obliges easily. It seems he’s really had enough of the teasing because he presses his thumb to you clit immediately, circling it. You moan his name as he slides one finger through your slick, “wanna touch you too.”

“Later, baby. Let me focus on you for now. Can I keep going?”

You mumble a pathetic Ohmygod yes please, that earns you a soft chuckle from him. He wastes no time in sliding a finger into you. Chan moans at the feeling of you wrapped around his fingers.

“Shit, babe,” is all you get out of him before his mouth is back on your skin, kissing up the insides of your thighs as he stretches you out on another finger. “Wanna come on my fingers, love?” You don’t trust your voice right now, so instead you nod vigorously. He stops testing the waters as his fingers and thumb speed up, spreading a familiar warmth in the pit of your stomach. He shifts his weight upwards and is hovering over you, never ceasing the motion of his fingers.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks softly.

“If you don’t, I’m leaving right now,” you barely manage to breathe out between pants. From the way Chan smiles at you, you can tell you must look at least as fucked-out as you feel. He chooses not to tease you and you silently thank him for it. Instead he just leans in, meeting your lips in a manner that is nothing like the soft, innocent kisses from before. He pushes his tongue past your lips, exploring your mouth as if he wanted to taste all of you. Just at that moment his fingers find that spot inside you that makes you see stars. You moan into the kiss, prompting him to mirror your sounds. Chan doesn’t let up on that spot, speeding up and hitting it again and again and again until the pressure becomes to much and the knot in your stomach snaps. He fucks you through your orgasm, leaving soft pecks all over your face until you’ve calmed down.

“Feeling better?” He asks. You’re forced to watch as he retrieves his fingers from your pussy, putting them in his mouth instead and licking them clean. He hums comfortably, “you taste so good, babe.”

You’re still staring at him, wide-eyed, trying to make sense of why the sight of your best friend licking his fingers clean of your essence is the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. He notices your state and his brows furrow.

“Hey, are you okay?” There’s real worry in his voice, so you nod in reassurance.

“I was just thinking that if this what I get for massaging your sore muscles a little, I’m definitely gonna start doing it more often.”

His eyes widen. “You wanna do this more often?” The disbelief in his voice makes you laugh in earnest. “Of course, in case you couldn’t tell, I had a lot of fun.” You’re unsure of your next sentence, but if you don’t say it now, you fear you’ll say it never, “and I like you. A lot.”

He has the dopiest grin on his face as he leans back down, giving you another sweet kiss. “In that case, let me take you out on a proper date before we do this the next time.” You cock an eyebrow.

“Chan, do you wanna be my boyfriend?” The man in question blushes, avoiding your eyes. “If that’s something you also want…”

You look at his expression, hopeful gaze lifting to catch yours. There’s a blush lingering on his cheeks, his hair all mussed up. You’ve never felt more comfortable with another person.

“Of course,” you reply, snaking one arm around his middle and pulling him close, “I’d love that, actually.”

[miscling]

i am a toy for others to enjoy!

TASKS ARE CURRENTLY: CLOSED

I AM USING THIS TASK LIST NOW:

Pick an emoji and send it to me through my ask box, and i'll go off and do it as soon as i can (usually in the afternoons and evenings)! i love to get tasks so i can show off what a good and obedient girl i am.

If it comes with additional instructions, send those too!

i will accept tasks from anyone (including anons).

You can send more than one at once in combo, but add instructions if it might be complicated!

Don't send tasks that will take more than 30 minutes to complete or have open ended instructions!

i'll also take suggestions for things to add to the list!

(Most tasks recieved and completed in one day: 18) (Most tasks recieved on a special occasion: 48)

Masochism Tasks

🤏 play with my nipples for 5 minutes. 🗜️ Nipple clamps, 5 minutes, go. 🥶 put ice on my nipples for as long as I can hold it. 👋 go get tickled by my nestie for 5 mins (name a tool to use and/or body part to get tickled) 🖐️ slap myself or get someone to slap me 10 times! (tell me where to get slapped) 🏓 Choose an implement to hit myself with 10 times! (name an implement and location, and I'll do my best) 👣 put elastic bands around my feet and snap the band against my soles 10 times. 📦 Pick a number between 1 and 5, and i'll put that many pegs on both sides of my cunt for 10 minutes. ⚡choose a location to use TENS unit on for 10 minutes. 🫶 get your nestie to choke you and hold your breath over a 5 minute session (please do not mix with other non-aftercare tasks)

Transformation Tasks

🪆 Be a doll! for the next 30 mins cup your hands, stay on your tip toes, and arch your back. You want to be a good doll after all. 😺 Who's a pretty kitty? (for the next 30mins, keep off the furniture and only move around on all fours, and only talk in meows.) 🐮 Be a good Moo! (pump my udders for 30mins, only talk in moos) 🤖 Be a good robot and complete one thing on your to-do list! ♾️ get your breast cups and pump your breasts up a size for 15 minutes

Obedience Tasks

💧 Get a glass of water and down it! no using the toilet for the next hour. (mutuals can tell me to ask their permission publicly or privately to use the toilet instead of setting a time limit) ⛓️ Get tied up in self bondage for 15 mins. (send me ideas!) 🥊 No hands! put on my hand mitts for 15 minutes! 🤐 no talking! Gag yourself for half an hour! (tell me what kind of gag to use and if I have it I'll use it, otherwise I'll pick) 👗 Get undressed! Be naked for the next 30 mins! 💄 Do/touch-up your make-up! I can always make it a lil' sluttier 😉 ✏️ pick a spot for me to write what you want on my body (tell me where, but I won't use anything that won't wash off easy on my face) 😵‍💫 Stare at a spiral for 5 minutes (send me a spiral to use) (I won't use spirals that give me bad vibes, but I'll use any I've already reblogged)

Content Tasks

👙 put on a sexy outfit and do a photoshoot! 🖼️ take and post a selfie, tell me if you want a specific body part! (I won't post a face pic or anything nsft, mutuals I've been talking to can ask for spicier things in private) 🗣️Speak! Give me a topic to write about (kinky or otherwise) and I'll infodump about it. 🔊 Send me a post or a write something for me to record saying, and i'll post the recording. 📝 Go add 100 words to my current WIP novel.

Horny Tasks

🫴 edge for 5 minutes (Send me instructions, porn, a post to edge to, or a mantra to repeat while I do it, you can use my mantra tag for ideas. i cannot do this task on thursdays) (nothing involving anyone who looks under 18 or scat, I like affirming mantra) 😈 No touching! Don't touch myself for half an hour. 👅 tongue out for 10 minutes! 🎁 Share a control link for one of my long distance remote control vibrators. (no account needed to use, i'll use it on myself for 10mins, and stop if no one takes the link while i'm doing that. i cannot do this task on thursdays) 🕳️ Fill up a hole for 10 minutes! (Choose to plug my cunt or/and ass, i cannot do this task on thursdays) 💋 go practice deepthroating for 5 mins.

Aftercare Tasks

(Use these tasks in combination with tasks from other categories) 🚰 Go get some water and drink it! 🍇 Go get a snack and eat it! 🌊 Fill up a tub of warm water and soak my feet for a bit! 🤗 Put on a big hoodie until I feel nice and cozy! 🧸Hug time! (go hug someone i care for or a stuffie for a minute) 💖 draw a little heart on myself (tell me where if you'd like!) ❌ Go take a Break! (go stand outside for 5 mins) 😴 Take a nap! go lay down in bed for 15 mins, no screens allowed.

or...

⁉️ Give me a task not listed! (You can find the contents of my toybox here for ideas) (I reserve the right to safeword, but I'm very open and obedient, so shoot your shot)

[ofallthingsnasty]

been thinkin about mouth inspections at the dentist (with our faves). Isn’t there a way to tell if you’ve given bjs before? Like there’s an indent in the roof of your mouth or something? Since you have experience in dentistry, i thought I might ask💀

Perhaps dentist fave pokes around in your mouth and finds that spot, asking all sorts of gross questions, who’ve you done it with? how many have you given? and then forces you on your knees, explaining the whole time what he’s doing to that spot in your mouth as he brutalizes your throat. Law or Doffy would be the worst for it. Doffy wouldn’t be able to control himself and Law would be so calm and collected, it would be scary

Yes, but only hard and recent blowjobs - there can be petechiae on your palate!! (Think tiny red spots) We don't care, though ajsjjksk and as always THIS IS FICTIONAL OFC I DON'T ENDORSE THIS AJSKKS

The mental image of 'big dick Doflamingo's everything but mostly expensive implants mill'-dental office is sending me. Baby 5 not-so-subtly chewing gum behind her mask while she makes you wait in the chair. Him coming in half an hour late (you've been nervous and sweating the whole damn time and the radio is blasting nothing but shitty early 2010s pop which doesn't help), clearly fresh from some break and not a difficult procedure, showing you just how much he doesn't care about you. He fucking reeks of cologne. Light pink scrubs that fit him so well it's not even funny. Has a weirdly delicate gold chain around his neck that really emphasizes the way his pecs puff up before connecting with his collarbone. It kind of makes you want to fall into his... well, his cleavage. (Because of course he chooses scrubs with a rather unorthodox neckline - who's going to tell him off? He's the boss. Sometimes he comes in wearing polo shirts in that same pink tone and they're always, always a little too tight.)

He throws himself into his little chair so hard it skids right up to you and he just smiles as a greeting, porcelain-white veneers blinding you for a moment, before he puts his mask up (also pink, it's a whole fucking theme here). It's all pretty standard, Baby 5's clearly fake nails clicker-clacker away at the keyboard while he lists off your dental status - until he gets to the soft tissue, especially your palate.

tw. crack treated seriously + noncon = the combo from hell, medical malpractice, Law is in here too, as a separate listing (same tags for him + hypnosis), minors dni, don't take this too seriously i had too much fun writing this it's so silly, dental hypno doesn't work like this don't worry lol

Well, that's certainly an eyebrow raiser. Looks like little old unassuming you has a bit of a wild side. He can tell you know your stuff by how big and angry-red the bruise on your mucosa is. You've been a patient of his for a long time now - and other that the fact that you pretty much look like you're about to faint every time your ass touches the chair, you've been rather forgettable (but cute, he has to admit). He can tell you don't like the way he fingers around your mouth one bit - and that you're waiting for his final evaluation, taut like a bowstring. You're probably pissing your pants at the thought of getting some major work done. He knows your type and nudges his fingers just a little farther down your throat, to your uvula, just to see how trained your gag reflex is (and to keep you anxious for just a few seconds longer, it's just too precious).

You don't even blink. Others would have coughed up their breakfast by now but you're sitting there, eyes teary and face worried. Would you look at that. It's good he's wearing his mask or else you'd be able to see that he's poking out his tongue because he's smiling so hard - you're suddenly in his top ten patients, right next to all the big bucks and two or three genuinely interesting cases. And oh, he's getting ideas with the way you fidget under his gaze. You wouldn't tattle. You wouldn't even fight back. My, you're perfect for a little lunch time fun.

Baby 5 is out of the room with a single gesture, closes the door behind her with a distinctive click. She won't bother him either, she'll just go hide in the break room and text her newest boyfriend until someone scrapes her out of there again. And you? You're already anxiously waiting for his diagnosis, fearing the worst. Oh, he'll give you the worst. It's delicious to see your face go from nervous to absolutely crestfallen as he spins some tall tale about how need to get big work done on two molars, how bad it already is and how you probably should opt for implants (his specialty, after all. And so expensive he just knows you'll do just about anything to save a little money.) Of course, you trust him. And of course, you agree for him to go with the 'best' (and coincidentally most expensive) option, even when you're clearly fighting back tears at the price. He tells you to lay back, brings the chair to the highest, horizontal position and overstretches the neck so that your mouth is in a perfect line with your throat. It's unpleasant how the blood from the rest of your body is cut off from your head in this position, how the whole room is suddenly overhead and that damn light is shining straight into your eyes. It's supposed to give him a better look at your upper teeth - but when you open your eyes to his fucking dick of all things and him telling you that you want that treatment cheap, don't you?, you learn that not everyone has your best interest in mind. (Sadly, you don't even get to answer because he just shoves himself into you and fucks the protest right out of your oesophagus.) When he's done with you, your whole face is full of spit and mucus and you probably lost consciousness at least once - turns out not enough perfusion for your brain coupled with extreme anxiety and someone gripping your throat to fuck it better isn't exactly the healthiest thing in the world.

Honestly, you'll try so hard not to go back after that experience, you really do. Problem is, you gave them your mobile number when you first signed over your data - and just two days later you'll get a barrage of texts in finest text speak anno 2004, with a million of 😜🤞😂🦩 emojis asking you about the state of your throat and if you still want that follow-up. Cheapest set of dental implants you'll ever get, honestly. You only have to sell him your dignity.

Law on the other hand... All prim and proper in starched white, medical professional through and through, yet so gentle - has a whole concept around dental phobic patients, with warm and welcoming treatment rooms, gentle music, offers laughing gas, hypnosis and even general anesthesia if the fear is especially bad. Always professional and never condescending or infanitilizing (like some can be when it comes to phobic patients). He's a dentist, a doctor, the authority in this place but he guides with a gentle hand - and people adore him.

You've been his patient for a while now - and he can't lie, he really likes you. You've been a dream to work with despite your anxiety; have endured every session bravely, you hang onto every word he says with big, wet eyes. He makes a suggestion - you take it. No matter the cost, the time, how outlandish the approach might be, you're always willing, nod your head yes and try to tough it out. You're somewhat soggy, almost whiny but that's okay. It's kind of cute, really. So when he sees those telltale red spots on your palate, he's a little surprised... You come across as so meek while on the chair, it's hard to picture you as anything else outside of it. But clearly, you're either an extremely attentive lover or you're wilder than he thought. Honestly, he's almost pouting over this revelation. Who are you fucking? Even if the sentiment is inappropriate, it should be him - at least that's what his little crush on you whispers to him deep, deep down. He mills over it a little too long, long enough for you to try to speak around his fingers in your mouth - there you go again, asking him (and so politely, too) if there is something, anything? And to his shame, all he can think about is if this is how your tongue feels like when you're using it. The way you slur against his hand, that warm and entirely too inviting mouth so close yet so far - it's giving him some shameful, shameful ideas. What harm is in a little test drive - especially when you've been proven to respond well to hypnosis. He has just enough time to rope you into a little session, as well. So he pulls a face behind the mask and explains that yes, actually, you have a little cavity - a teeny tiny thing that could be filled so easily right now, if you have the time for it. The way you immediately tense up underneath him isn't lost to him. God, you hate surprises, he knows that, and he's being so, so selfish - but it's too late to take back his words now.

He can practically watch the thoughts form in your brain, can see how you valiantly try to fight down the panic over a surprise dental procedure. But, as always, you swallow the lie hook, line and sinker. And when you ask him if he can use hypnosis on you again, he knows he's won this round. It's not ideal - you're already upset over this whole situation and to get you into that relaxed state is going to be a lot of work, but he knows you well enough by now. A sentence here, a soothing word there, gentle encouragement wrapped around it all like a bow - the moment you've let go, he can simply pull his pants down and force himself into your mouth, that's how far away you'll be. Of course, you aren't as active as he wants you to be, but the thrill and novelty of the situation is more than enough for him. The thought of marking you like this, to cum right down you throat without you or the ominous other person fucking you knowing, is more arousing than he'd like to admit. Maybe he has to stroke himself to completion (because your slack lips around him are far from enough) but his orgasm builds up quickly and hits him hard. He can already feel that pesky sense of guilt nagging away at him the moment he collects his breath - but he cleans you up and fixes your rumpled clothes and shoves all those bad feelings into some far away corner of his mind.

Your numb jaw is easily explained away, as is that horrible taste in your mouth - and he did give you a filling, after all, so hey, the lie isn't that bad, right?

(Law totally did his junior time at Doffy's terrible implant money grub mill and then vowed to himself that he'll never ever ever become like that. Well, that kinda sorta didn't work out, huh?)

[distant-velleity]

cat got your tongue?

Summary: Five times Yuhua didn't say what he thought and one time he finally snapped at someone other than Ace (verbally. You don't get the physical beatdown yet). Word count: 3.6k+ A/N: LMFAO okay so. I had this idea like 3 weeks ago but I only got around to writing it recently. It's ... honestly somewhere between serious and slightly crack treated seriously but yk fuck it we ball. No beta. Outsider POV. FloYu crumbs and everything. Let's go. (Also a sneak peek at my new OC :))) ) Taglist (lowk forgot who's on this so uhhhhh. Some people might have been tagged incorrectly): @thehollowwriter @theleechyskrunkly @elenauaurs @casp1an-sea @nahelenia

@boopshoops @skriblee-ksk @nemisisnemi @nyx-of-night @scint1llat3

@the-banana-0verlord @beneathsakurashade

~

I. 

One day where he can make it out of the cafeteria in peace. That’s all Florian wants. And yet—

“Hey, freak. Where’s that meal combo you promised to get for me? And the homework you said you’d do for me?”

Eeeek!!!

Florian almost bursts into tears on the spot when someone in his grade, a burly bear beastman, grabs him by the back of his collar. It hasn’t even been two weeks into the school year and this guy, Darren, has made it his personal mission to target the weakest student he could find. 

“Uh—um—I—” Aaaahhhh!! Get me out of here!!!!! “M—My housewarden, Rosehearts, he… He caught me trying to do your homework for you, a-and…”

“Bullshit,” Darren snaps, “You—”

He’s cut off when someone bumps into him—that someone being none other than the magicless assistant, Yuhua. 

Yuhua. Florian’s saved! He’s really saved! Surely, the person who’d suddenly gotten involved with Heartslabyul’s tyranny and pulled off such heroic moves can do something about this…!!

“Whoa… Sorry. What’s going on here?” asks Yuhua.

Darren glares at him, and Florian wilts from second-hand fear. “Nothing, just a talk between classmates. Keep moving.”

Florian gives Yuhua the most pitiful, pleading, desperate look he can in the hopes that it’ll communicate a cry for help.

It seems to work, because the TA turns to the other freshman and tilts his head. “Yeah… That’s definitely all that’s going on? No intimidation or anything?”

“How’s any of that your business?”

“Hey—” Yuhua throws up his hands in a placating gesture, although his expression looks very bothered. “I’m just asking…”

Well, that doesn’t work. Darren lets out a low growl from the depths of his throat. “Who the hell do you think you are, seriously? You think a bunch of rumors are gonna make me afraid of you? Fuck off already.”

Yuhua frowns. “Then… Then maybe you shouldn’t consider doing this in the middle of the cafeteria if it’s private business?”

“Are you kidding me?” Another pissed off growl, and Darren shoves Yuhua. “I could burn you to ashes like it’s nothing. Don’t forget that you’re magicless.”

It’s not directed at Florian, really, but he can’t help but wither and shrink into himself even more on Yuhua’s behalf. Scary… He wants to say something to defend Yuhua, to say that everything’s fine, but—when he looks over at the TA…

Yuhua opens his mouth automatically as if to say something, then closes it. Florian isn’t nearly good enough at reading that kind of complicated expression yet, but he seems to consider something deeply for a second. “Jeez… You know what?”

“What?”

Florian stays silent, eyes wide. He mentally echoes the question—what? Did Yuhua come up with a genius plan to de-escalate the situation? Or to retaliate? Please, please, say this knight in shining armor will do something—

“I just remembered, Crewel needs Florian for something~” Putting on a smile that seems fake even to Florian, Yuhua switches up his mood like it’s nothing. “Sorry. Maybe we can resolve this another time.”

Florian and Darren blurt out, “Huh?” at the same time. 

“Come on. He won’t wait forever.” Yuhua pats Florian on the shoulder and uses that to quickly weave them into the crowd of students, making their escape. As much of an escape as it can be called—they’re really only saved by being smaller compared to the beastman, small enough to get through the lunch line mob.

Sigh…

To be honest, Florian was expecting something a little cooler after seeing Yuhua’s defeat of Riddle, but as long as he’s safe for now…

—

II.

It’s a beautiful day outside, the birds are chirping, and the flowers are blooming… something like that. Meanwhile, Ace could be doing something fun right now, but he’s stuck doing an assignment for potions class. Collecting ingredients in the botanical garden… does it get more boring than that? Someone, free him already.

At least he’s pretty sure Yu’s around here somewhere. So, once he’s done collecting a jar-ful of some plant with a name too long to memorize, he’s off to find his yellow-eyed partner in crime.

Making sure to avoid the tropical zone (Yu had warned him about a… uh, certain lion beastman taking naps there), Ace navigates the garden with the ease of a slightly-familiar tourist. The TA had said he’d be near the entrance, so—

“Well? What are you just standing there for?”

…Huh?

Ace turns a corner on the path and is immediately greeted by a sight he probably should have expected—a fight, or something, a commotion smack in the middle of the botanical garden.

“You—Is there some cue I’m missing here?” asks Yu, and Ace realizes with some horror that he’s holding a very obviously bruised cheek. Umm, what the fuck? “Is this suddenly your… territory, or something?”

The other guy, the one who’d spoken earlier, crosses his arms. “No… but I told you to scram already, so scram. Just seeing a magicless charity case here makes me sick.”

Magicless charity case. It’s not the first time Ace has heard those words directed at Yu, and it definitely won’t be the last. Still, it makes his blood boil, and by the looks of it Yu is getting pretty pissed, too. 

Ace steps forward, finding his place next to Yu. “Uh, who the hell even are you?” he asks the other guy. “Don’t talk to Yu like that.”

“Ace?” Yu blinks. “What are you—”

“See? A charity case.” The other guy tsks. “You even need a freshman to help you out.”

No, seriously, what is this guy’s deal? What did Yu even do to warrant getting hit and treated like this? Ace swears the TA is a magnet for trouble. 

“He’s not—” Yu closes his mouth, and takes a deep breath. “Okay, then. Have it your way. Ace, did you get everything you needed?”

“Yeah, but—”

“Great. Let’s go.”

Even though Yu is a solid eleven or so centimeters shorter than him, Ace finds himself being dragged out of the garden by the coat lapels. He stumbles, but Yu keeps pressing forward, storming away until they’re well out of earshot from that prick.

Finally, Yu lets go.

“What was that?” Ace demands, straightening his labcoat to the best of his ability.

“I don’t know,” mutters Yu. “Some asshole. I don’t even know his name.”

“Okay. And why did we just leave like that? He hit you, didn’t he? And what he called you—you’re just gonna let that slide?”

Ace is, to be frank, nothing short of bewildered. Doesn’t Yu have any sort of dignity, a sense of, what, honor? Yes he does, Ace is pretty sure he’s seen it, so why didn’t he just… you know… let himself be mad?

Yu rolls his eyes. “It’s fine. There were still other students there, you know. I didn’t want to cause a scene.”

Cause a—

“Now, can we go to the infirmary? I don’t like talking to the nurse on my own.”

“You—”

Oh, what the hell. 

Ace doesn’t get it at all, he wishes Yu would have stood up for himself, but fine. That stupid bruise won’t heal itself.

—

III.

To call the Mostro Lounge boring would be inaccurate. With a bustling population of both students and employees at most times of the day, there’s always some entertainment to be had for Jade. Especially when he’s on the job, serving drinks and handling disputes.

But, well… That isn’t to say he minds when there’s a bit of additional drama. Especially on the day when Azul has asked Yuhua to cover someone’s shift.

CRASH!

An Ignihyde student shoves the TA, although it looks like a mere accident—a rush to get back to his well-earned seat after using the bathroom. Consequently, the drinks for their table are spilled… all over Yuhua, who’s been knocked to the ground.

“What the hell?!” demands the student. “You clumsy little bitch—those were our drinks!”

Stunned, Yuhua is frozen, staring at the fallen drinks in shame. “I—”

Oh, dear. There’s a bit of a berth forming around them, multiple people craning their heads to look at the source of the shouting, but Jade can get a good look even from this distance. 

“I can’t believe this.” The student continues to go on a tirade, complaining about the service, about whoever let Yuhua work—and finishes off with, “What do you have to say for yourself?”

Oh my—what arrogance. 

Jade is rather certain, actually, that this Pomefiore student was one of many who had been turned into anemones by Azul just a few weeks ago. It seems that he’s painfully unaware of how much Yuhua had sacrificed to save his sorry hide, however.

And Jade is certain that the same thought is running through Yuhua’s mind right now, although he can’t quite see his face. The TA digs his long nails into the fabric of his pants, a clear sign of suppressing anger.

Oh, dear~ Perhaps, it’s time for Jade to extend a helping hand—

Instead of fighting back, Yuhua lets out a soft sigh that blows his bangs out of his face. The action reminds Jade something of a popped balloon.

“Sorry,” the pitiful TA replies, finally raising his head. His expression is neutral despite the remaining redness of his cheeks. “I’ll take care of it. You’ll be rightfully compensated for this.” Said a bit despairingly, resigned. 

It seems to appease the student, who grumbles a little more before sitting back down. 

Yuhua’s lips set into a thin line for a moment. He gets himself back onto his feet, only kneeling down again to collect the fallen drink glasses and tray. The other waiters make a respectful, awkward space around him as they walk by.

How… disappointing. Jade would have anticipated more of a fight, based on not only certain rumors but also what he had seen during Azul’s Overblot, but it seems Yuhua hadn’t quite reached the boiling point just now. Instead, he’d settled for people-pleasing.

If it were me, thinks Jade with a pleasant smile on his face, I wouldn’t have let that ungrateful anemone escape with all his teeth and joints intact.

But in any case—

“Do you need any assistance?” he asks, approaching Yuhua.

He gets a surprised look for his troubles, and a rejection. “No, it’s okay…” Yuhua smiles, laughing it off. “The customer’s always in the right, right? I’ll handle it myself.”

Having been brushed off, Jade simply watches as Yuhua scurries back over to the kitchen counter.

Hmm. I wonder if he’s simply playing the long game, then…

—

IV.

Of all the places that Jamil usually expects to hear arguing, the library ranks last. Generally. Not that it’s always free from arguing, but that’s probably on him for having even the slightest faith in NRC students. 

Speaking of which, that’s exactly what he hears when he enters the library one day after classes: arguing. It’s coming from behind a shelf, so Jamil has to guess who it is based on voice alone.

“Please quiet down.” That’s… Crewel’s assistant, Yuhua. “Crewel needs me to borrow this, okay?”

“Uh, hello? Are you not good enough to be his assistant, or something? I need it more. So just hand it over already.”

Jamil stifles a sharp, stressed inhale. That’s a Scarabia student, no doubt—one of his former roommates. Ugh. And just when he thought he could skirt by without having to get involved. What a way to reflect poorly on our whole dorm…

He creeps around the side of the shelf, and what he sees confirms his well-educated guess. A student with a maroon armband towers over Yuhua, who holds a rather thick textbook in hand. The student’s back is to Jamil, but Yuhua’s expression is still visible…

Wait a minute. What the hell? Is… Is Yuhua glaring at the taller guy?

Jamil recalls a conversation he’d had with Ace just the other day: Ace had been in such a hurry to get out of practice that he’d caused multiple… inconveniences for others.

“Yu’s gonna kill me if I’m late for studying!” was his excuse.

“Why are you so scared of Yuhua?” Jamil had asked. Even though Yuhua had been… present, for his Overblot, he still didn’t quite get the control the TA seemed to have over the freshmen. 

“You don’t get it, man,” Ace had said. “I almost pissed myself the first time Yu got seriously mad at me. You don’t think anything’s happening because he’s just narrowing his eyes at you, but it’s like toggling a lightswitch. He gets violent out of nowhere.”

At the time, Jamil had shrugged it off with his normal amount of skepticism. Even though he had proved himself able to be as two-faced and cruel as any other student in this school (Jamil never, in his life, wanted to be on the receiving end of the full Octavinelle trio’s scheming again), Yuhua still seemed too… docile. Too naturally passive to be like that when angry. It wasn’t the first time Ace had exaggerated, either.

But now, he’s seeing all the warning signs Ace had mentioned. How Yuhua is narrowing his eyes like an irked cat. If he allows this to continue, then—Oh, great. A fight. In the library, no less. Another problem he’ll have to clean up because it’s his dorm’s student who likely started this mess and will inevitably get into trouble.

With a long-suffering sigh, Jamil steps forward to intervene—

“...Okay, fine,” Yuhua concedes, although it’s a bit of a reluctant grumble. He holds out the textbook instead of bashing it over the student’s head like Jamil had expected him to. 

A scoff. “See? Wasn’t that hard.”

“...Right.” Yuhua turns as the student walks away, so his expression is unreadable. 

Huh.

Jamil stares blankly for a few moments. That… did not go as he expected, at all. 

So much for ‘explosive anger,’ really. Yuhua had just given up.

Well, whatever. Jamil will just chalk it up to Ace’s overdramatic nature and think nothing of it. As long as it was resolved peacefully without needing him to risk grey hairs…

—

V.

When Vil calls for a rare water break, Rook takes the opportunity to observe the NRC Tribe’s stiffest fledglings. 

Today, again, they’ve taken on pirouettes in a corner where they can still see the mirror. Certainly, it makes for quite a sight: the normally-withdrawn TA trying to instruct two freshmen who have likely never seen a true ballet performance in their lives.

Rook had known Yuhua had a history in dance and music from the start—there was a clear lift to his chin and in his posture when he didn’t feel insecure, holding himself high and sitting on the edge of every seat. He walked with a slight turnout, and was light on his feet; not to mention the controlled expressiveness of his hands. However, the TA didn’t seem to enjoy flaunting these facts, making moments like these all the more enjoyable. 

“Epel.” Yuhua frowns, a little soft and yet a little frustrated. “Are you trying?”

The Pomefiore freshman bites the inside of his lower lip. “Uh, well…”

A sigh. “That’s about what I thought. Vil and I aren’t asking much: just a clean single so you can master the basics.” Yuhua crosses his arms. “Is something on your mind?”

“I just…” Epel grimaces. “I still don’t get it. What’s so manly about any of this turning?”

Ah, there it is again.

Rook does not intervene, continuing to observe, even though he can see Yuhua’s eyes briefly twitch into narrowing and his lips press into a strained smile. Any dancer would start to lose it after yet another generalization of their field, especially an ignorantly derogatory one. After multiple generalizations, in fact.

Like any trained performer, however, he smooths it down. That self-control is beautiful in its own right, no matter how strained.

“Manly, huh…?”

Epel yelps as Yuhua, deceptively calm, grabs his arm to adjust it.

“Your elbows are too stiff. Don’t interrupt the line; make them look round and effortless.” A tap to Epel’s back. “Don’t lean forward when you plié, you’re not about to break into a sprint; if your pelvis isn’t under you, then you’ll be off-balance when you turn.” And then, a nudge to the underside of Epel’s chin. “Don’t look at the ground. Look at yourself in the mirror. Keep your chin level so you can spot properly.”

The foundational advice is given almost clinically, automatically. Rook watches with keen interest as Yuhua withholds the same kind of scathing strictness Vil would have easily dished out, even though this must be the second or third time he’s had to say these things to Epel. 

“Deuce,” Yuhua asks levelly, “did you hear everything I just said?” To the trained ear, it sounds like a test, an I am on my last straw so there is only one correct answer here.

Thankfully, one of his students is more eager to learn than the other. “Yes!” is the earnest reply from the two of spades, who is already adjusting his posture after listening with the utmost dedication.

“Thank you.” Yuhua turns back to Epel. “We don’t have a lot of time. Just focus on improving for the SDC, okay?”

Epel bristles at being treated like a child, but nods. 

A smile spreads across Rook’s face. Ahh, the liveliness of a dancer and his mentees at work…

“Rook.” Vil’s voice snaps him out of his momentary reverie. “Let’s continue practicing.”

Right. Duty calls.

 “Of course~”

—

VI.

By now, Floyd had noticed, most people were learning to steer clear of starting shit with Yu. On top of him making more friends, on top of the (true) rumors that he’d Overblotted, most people had probably just accepted his presence.

(It also probably helped that Floyd regularly finds great joy in standing behind Yu and scaring off anyone who tried to be a problem.)

But, even then… 

Some people don’t take the hint.

Floyd doesn’t know how or why it started, only that when he walks into the courtyard of the main school building, there’s someone yelling at Yu like it’s his Seven-given right. It’s so loud, like a dog’s yapping. So annoying.

Bark, bark, bark. Floyd doesn’t listen to the full thing because it’s not worth his time, but it feels like it goes on for forever. To the point where people are gathering like it’s some kind of show, heads turning.

What a serious mood killer. Maybe Floyd should get involved, start a fight. Let everyone have a piece of this idiot. It doesn’t look like Yu will: he’s just standing there, silent, suffering quietly like he usually would.

“What’s wrong, cat got your tongue?” taunts the nasally little offender. Of course, he’s the worst breed of coward—only able to say these things once Yu is on his lonesome. “No one’s here to defend you now, huh? Aren’t you gonna say something?”

Silence.

“Well?”

“Haaah…” Yu closes his eyes. “I’m seriously sick of your shit.”

“Huh—”

That’s the only thing the yapper can get out before Yu grabs him by the face. His fingers dig into the person’s cheeks, the palm of his hand conveniently muffling any complaints. If looks could kill, he’d be a murderer. 

“Didn’t you hear me the first time? I said I’m sick and tired of your bullshit!” Yu shouts. He angrily tightens his grip. “Listen, buddy, I don’t know who the hell you think you are—I don’t know who half the people at this school think they are—but someone needs to humble you, desperately. Have you heard yourself?” 

His voice reaches a high, mocking pitch: “Ohhh, no! There’s a magicless person at my school, but I think I deserve to be hot shit because I can make a few pathetic sparks with my magic! I’m gonna pick on him to assert my nonexistent dominance because I think he looks like a weak doormat!

“Yeah, well, womp fuckin’ womp. Being chosen by the Dark Mirror doesn’t mean anything. You’re just a copy-and-paste of every other small fry I’ve met at this school. Ego in the clouds, even though your performance is so bad that you reek of failed contracts and the threat of being held back. Am I right?” Yu scoffs without waiting for an answer. “Grow the fuck up already. Aren’t you embarrassed? Don’t you have any respect for anyone?” 

He lets go with a shove, pushing the previously-confident person to the ground. Yu’s heel finds a nice spot to rest on the student’s chest and send a message.

“Do us all a favor and actually have the bite to back up your bark next time. You’re making a fool out of yourself.”

And even after yelling like that, Yu walks away like it’s nothing.

Oh, Sea Witch. Floyd feels ready and raring to kick ass again. 

That was great.

—

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Riddle has no idea how he ended up in this situation, but here he is. Having ended up next to Floyd, watching Yuhua curse a student out.

For good reason, of course. But Riddle didn’t even know that the TA had that in him.

“...Well.” Riddle turns to leave—that’s enough of enjoying the ‘show’ for today. He makes to weave his way out of the crowd that’s gathered, but something makes him pause. He looks up.

There’s a dumb, dopey, lovestruck look on Floyd’s face. That’s the only way Riddle can think to describe his smile, mismatched eyes following after the exiting Yuhua.

…what can he even say in this situation? Riddle stifles an embarrassed grimace and walks away.)

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“We don’t need a baby,” Chris insists. “M-Mom already stopped coming over to see us like she used to. Now she will be here with her baby and she won’t…”

He trails off and erupts into another fit of tears. 

Eddie sighs. He thinks exactly the same terrible thought Eddie had voiced to Buck, right after finding out about the baby. It’s a thought he no longer has. He’s worked himself down from there. But he can’t blame his son for going to the same place. A place born of fear. 

“Christopher, I get why you’re scared,” Eddie says gently. “But this baby doesn’t mean you’re going to stop seeing your mom. It just means our family is getting a little bigger. Okay?”

“Then why did things change?” Chris whines. 

Yeah. Eddie also isn’t quite sure. He doesn’t know how to answer that. 

“Your mom and I are going through some stuff right now,” Eddie says. “Things are going to look different. But that doesn’t mean they’ll be bad.”

As he says it, he realizes it could be true. It could be. With a lot of work, from both of them. And if the main thing standing in the way of that is Eddie’s wounded pride and his heartbreak, then he is failing not only Chris, but his unborn child, too. The same way he had when he was too scared to let Shannon see her son again, last year. 

“Do you promise?” Chris asks.

“I promise.” Eddie says. He kisses the top of Christopher’s head. “Why don’t I go check on Mom now, and then maybe we can all talk about it again?”

“Okay,” Chris agrees.

“Okay. Can you play with your Legos for a little bit?”

“Yes.”

“Good man,” Eddie says. “I’ll be right back.”

Eddie leaves him there and heads towards the kitchen to find Shannon. She’s leaning over the sink, glass of cool water in hand. It’s clear she’s been crying. 

“Shannon,” he says when he walks into the room. “Hey, it’s okay.”

“I’m sorry,” she blubbers. “I didn’t mean to react. I just don’t have a good handle on it right now.”

“It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. It’s not fine, Eddie. This is why I wasn’t sure. I’m hurting him again.”

“No, you’re not.” Eddie shakes his head.

“God, why did I think I could do this? I keep fucking up with the kid I have. I don’t deserve another one.”

Eddie does something then even he doesn’t expect. He steps towards her and pulls her into a hug. Maybe he shouldn’t. Maybe asking for a divorce also means hey, don’t touch me ever. But this is insane. This is so crazy. They both love these kids and want the best for them and they’re meant to be a team. 

They’ve never actually been a team. 

He’s been Christopher’s father. She’s been Christopher’s mother. They’ve been two people in love. Two people with a lot of sexual chemistry. But they’ve never, not once, operated as a team. 

And Eddie knows a lion’s share of the blame for that starts with him.

“Shannon, that’s not true,” Eddie tells her. “He was upset about the living arrangements. He thought it meant you’d spend all your time with the baby and none with him. All he needs is to know that’s not true.”

Shannon, to Eddie’s surprise, doesn’t reject the hug.

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Which Buck is honestly happy about.  It’s such a beautiful day. Perfectly sunny, but with a cool breeze. They’re in one of the most gorgeous places Buck has ever been. They are sea kayaking. Might as well linger here forever. 

The tour goes as well as Buck hoped it would. They see the seals, sea lions, and otters. They even spot some of those famous sea slugs.

Nothing compares to Christopher’s expression, though, when sea otters get within feet of their kayaks. He lights up with a sort of joy that’s rare in a teenager. That reminds Buck of when he was little. Eddie watches Chris watching the little critters with the same sort of joy in his eyes. He looks totally at peace. Buck feels totally at peace. 

It’s the perfect way to spend a morning. 

His arms are pleasantly sore from a new sort of motion by the time they make it back to shore. He thinks he likes kayaking. 

He and Eddie help Brittany load the kayaks from the beach onto a rack.

“Thank you!” She exclaims as they’re halting them. “Most visitors don’t stick around to help.”

“Ah, we don’t mind,” Buck says. 

“They’re firefighters,” Chris says. “They lift heavy stuff all the time.”

“That’s right,” Eddie says, sliding a kayak onto the rack. 

They’re at the top of a sandy slope, in front of a little shed that belongs to the tour company. It has a gorgeous view of the waterfront. Standing right in front of the kayak rack on that slope, Buck turns to admire the view for another minute.

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Younger Thistle's sense of fashion was chaotic mess to say the least and I want to shake him for his wardrobe choices.

🌿 He was never outright alternative with a specific genre like gothic or scene or whatever. He never went all in but it was a smaller school and so any amount of alternative was like, really alternative. Junior year was probably the worst of it, I think. We're talking the random dog tags, the layering bracelets and rings. Nail polish. He probably managed to snag a pair of THE ugliest Tripp pants on clearance and wore them until they fell apart. Probably had Jesse try to help him with eyeliner like twice but ended up giving up 'cuz that shit was hard and it hurt to put on. Really thick and fluffy mfing cloud hair at this point.

🌿 Senior year was when he started easing into a style rather than just trying to emulate whatever was in the window of Hot Topic at the time. At this point we're more in the grunge sort of territory. Band shirts, jeans, hoodies, beanies. Distressed and full of holes. Still layering necklaces and shit but not as egregious. Makes sure he's practically drowning in his hoodies. This is his 'still alternative but also really pathetic meow meow' look. Still kind of shaggy hair but cut shorter.

🌿 The tail end of senior and into 19 - 20 is when he starts introducing items he'd previously avoided sort of in the same way girls refuse pink shit even if they really do actually like the color. We're talking camo patterns, Carhartt, flannel and plaid, light wash jeans, baseball caps. We've kept just about everything from his senior year though so it's a real mish-mash of a time. At this point he's cut his hair pretty short enough that his curls are a bit more defined (when they aren't hidden under a hat). Starting to play with the idea of facial hair at this point.

🌿 21 - 25 is when he really starts not giving a fuck. He's started to favor sleeveless shirts and even the occasional pair of shorts. We're kind of in a period where he just looks like a normal dirtbag dude. Jeans, maybe a band T here and there. Really bad about just wearing undershirt tank tops. Raggedy jeans, etc. There's still an undeniable grungy look about him but nothing that screams it.

🌿 25 - current is when he's come into his own. Pretty good eye for cool T-shirts. He wears a majority of sleeveless when he can help it and DIYs most of his shit at this point. Still pretty into distressed hoodies, likes his flannel and t-shirt combo. Hair is chopped pretty short and at a few different lengths depending. Big big with constant facial hair now. Comfortable in his own skin and self, he does get silly and quirky in his fashion again and really enjoys turning cute old granny shirts into sleeveless monstrosities. Also will wear the most heinous shitpost shirts without batting a lash. Will sometimes paint his nails but they're always chipped to shit.

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mor·tal·i·ty Chapter 4

mor·tal·i·ty Chapter 4

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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!OC x John "Soap" MacTavish

“I don’t have soap for men. I don’t want you using my stuff either.” Her hands wrapped around the bottle of dish soap she keeps next to her sink. “So you’re going to use this until I get you something better- this evening when I go shopping after work.”

He opens his mouth- but no words come out. Closing again, then opening again. A fish, gaping in the air as he stares at the dish soap bewildered. 

“Ok.” He agrees, nodding. 

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At first it’s the repetitive trill of her alarm from her bedside that starts to wake her up, then its the headache that seems to seep in through her temples, tricking right behind her eyes pooling like a thick sticky mess. Sticking to the tops and sides of the inside of her head, curling around her brain- leaking out her nose.

Camile pulls herself out of bed as her alarm sounds off, groaning and get up onto her feet. She felt like shit, and that was to be expected after the long night she had. Not that she wasn’t familiar with the feeling of waking up with a hangover- why did she go to bed with socks on? She grimaced, closing her eyes and rubbing her feet together until the socks fell off somewhere under the sheets. 

If she just kept her eyes closed, she’d be fine. She’d gone through this quite a few times, blindly reaching out to push the door to her bathroom open. Not bothering to turn on the light because she knew she wouldn't bother anything other than darkness for a while. Gripping the cold ceramic of the sink felt grounding in a way, soothing. Like the splashes of cold water flicked onto her flushed and puffy skin.

“Good dogs get bubble baths.”

She presses the backs of her hands against her eyes and lets out a breath, tilting her head to the ceiling and stretching her neck- mind drifting to the night before. Large hands reaching out, spanning the width of her thigh. The feeling of the warmth radiating from his flesh to hers- the greed she felt to take more. Lean in and suck as much warmth as she could from his bones.

The bum- the runaway- whatever the fuck her was. The lost puppy -  “..... Maybe even a dog bed in my living room if you're good.” She wanted to lean in and bite- latch her teeth into a corner of his flesh and not let go. The first breath of fresh air she’d felt in months- the only solace outside of work. The only anything really- her life had been consumed by the big monster that was ambition. Her career. To please the people above her and prove that she was good enough at what she did to stay. To belong.

In a way she envied him. The ability to run away like he had- to be able to say something is too complicated for him to sort out- to run away and hide like a coward. 

She opens her eyes, leveling her head and lowering a scrutinizing glare at her features. Dark circles under her eyes, messy hair, the tank top she work under her blouse yesterday volunteered to be her sleepshirt. 

Was she any better than Johnny? The sweet lost little dog- the puppy, the coward, the mysterious, warm handed specimen she wanted to put in a little jar and shake until she could dissect the insides. She wasn’t, and she knew that. Taking everything on the chin like a team player, giving more and more and more of herself until there’s nothing left. But she needs to prove her worth- prove that she can and that there will always be more to give- that she will always remain useful. 

She files paperwork in her sleep, shuffling folders and clicking on tabs. Dreams of embodying the cocky, angry man that can throw the folders on the floor and storm out- demand nothing but the best. A glance to the side sending interns trembling. Respect. 

Power.

Pushing off of the sink, wandering through her bedroom and pulling open the door to the living room & kitchen combo, her eyes narrow at the the form of a large body curled up on the floor next to her couch. Unconsciously, she can feel the way her tongue grazes over her teeth, disgusting- fuzzy, in need of a brush. Her throat hurts from the alcohol the night before- she’s still tired. To the bone. But somethings settled in the back of her mind staring at the figure curled up not on her couch- not slithering into the cold side of her bed at night.

Curled up on the floor, a not as much as a throw blanket haphazardly tossed over him- only his own sweater being used as a pillow. Something horrible, feral, greedy and viscous claws its way up into the back of her mind. Pride maybe? To know that he listened so well, that he knew he hadn’t earned the right to sleep on top of one of her cushions yet . 

He was right- he knew how to be a good boy.

She tries to keep her steps as quiet as possible, the carpet beneath her feet muffling the connection of feet on the floor. She feels a perverted shame stalking up to the sleeping man- as if the potential to disturb the man's sleep is a crime. The lines around his eyes are slack- no tension in his forehead as he sleeps. Eyes closed- those pretty baby blues no longer scanning the room every thirty seconds. 

She creeps, kneeling down as careful as she can- the most care into the physical movement of her body she can remember in a long time. Hesitant, restrained, as if she were creeping up on a pretty bird in the woods. A puppy in the street. Approach too fast and you’ll spook it, it’ll run away and even the food in your palm won’t lure it back.

Her fingers gingerly, slowly reach out- pressing down on his chest. The middle of her sternum- safe- applying the lightest amount of pressure.

His eyes snap open, the immediate focus and something darker hazing over the bright blue as his hand snaps up fully engulfing her wrist and clamping down. A sharp intake of breath as he lurches forward- almost slamming their foreheads together in the process. Inches away from eachother she can feel it. The heat on his skin, the warmth from his breath.

She want to devour his heat.

His eyes frantically move about the room for a moment, a horrible metamorphosis of sudden shock, fear glittering across his eyes, and the steeling of himself to act . Settling on her face, blinking a few times and leaning back before that darkness faded from his eyes, finally speaking. “Good morning…” He grumbled out.

For a moment, she’d bet he wasn’t here. He wasn’t sleeping on her floor, safe and warm. No, he was somewhere else. He was where he was running from, and a sick little part of her wanted to see it again. The fade to recognition- the firm grip on her wrist loosening when he realizes it’s just her. He’s no longer in the jaws of a beast.

He’s in her den. A prized little pitycase. 

“I was just making sure you weren’t dead. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” Camile apologized, pulling her hand back after the grip released around her wrist. She raises her hand to touch his face- hesitates, and stands without completing the touch. 

“Mmm. I’ll never be mad about you caring.” Johnny replied, flinching as he made himself sit up.

Camile grins, looking down into his eyes and standing up. “I have to go to work in a few hours- you stay here and don’t do anything stupid until I get back with new clothes for you.”

“What makes you think I don’t have any other clothes?” Johnny asks.

“Do you have any other clothes, Johnny?” Camile asks, with a slightly annoyed tone as she quickly fixes herself breakfast in the kitchen.

“.....No…” 

“My point is proven.” She sighs, moving to pick up her bag and put on her shoes. “Don’t break anything. Don’t start a fire, don’t kill yourself… And don’t sit on any furniture until you bathe.” She points at him, and he lifts his hands in surrender. “Ok. Good.” She sighs, relaxing her shoulders. “I won’t stay late at work, alright?” He nods, pulling himself up from the ground and standing. 

She’s already in the kitchen, chugging a cup of water- the cold liquid like heaven against her throat. She’ll need another and some painkillers before heading to work, but she will manage.

She always does.

“I don’t have soap for men. I don’t want you using my stuff either.” Her hands wrapped around the bottle of dish soap she keeps next to her sink. “So you’re going to use this until I get you something better- this evening when I go shopping after work.”

He opens his mouth- but no words come out. Closing again, then opening again. A fish, gaping in the air as he stares at the dish soap bewildered. 

“Ok.” He agrees, nodding. 

“The bathrooms on the right from my bedroom. Wash up, don’t put those filthy clothes back on- and Johnny?” She asks, her voice pitching up.

He’s already halfway across the room, breaching the threshold of her bedroom before he stops. Well trained. Spins around and faces her completely before asking “Yes?”.

“If I go in there, find you digging through my hamper for some panties?” Camile pulls a carton of eggs from the fridge, setting the cardboard down on the counter before shooting him a sharp look. “I’ll scream.” 

“Wouldn't dream of it.” He nods. Dish soap in hand, charging off to her shower like its the most important mission he’s ever had.

She can’t help but think about it as she cooks the eggs. Her choice of words- not I’ll kill you, I’ll wring your neck, stab you with this knife. I’ll scream . Maybe its the smart part of her- she knows, truly- that if this man wanted to hurt her she’d never stand a chance. The healed scars over the tops of his large hands- his broad shoulders and thick thighs. 

Even if he wasn’t large- he’s a man. She’s veiled this as some kind of charity work with a harmless, innocent puppy. She watches the eggs crackle, bubble, solidify.

He isn’t a puppy. He’s a scarred, beaten dog. And sometimes the only thing those dogs know how to do- even if it’s to a soft hand, is bite.

[ventisettestars]

Happy New Year! This is a fic/art combo for @46-reasonable-hamsters in the 2023 Holiday Truce. The prompts were fun but I adored this one. The art is at the end. I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Danny needs adult supervision while his parents are out of town.

wc: 1.2k

Tags: Badger Cereal, Maddie the Cat, it's all fluff, no beta

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"Daniel." Vlad looked down at Danny from the doorway of his Amity Park mansion, making note of the suitcase beside the boy.

"Hey. So my parents called you a bunch, and Dad said he left a message so that was as good as you agreeing to this." Danny pointed a thumb to indicate the GAV behind him, his father giving them both a thumbs up as Vlad made eye contact.

"Ah, yes, how could I, as his best friend, turn down a sudden request." Vlad's voice was dry. He'd listened to the messages, and hadn't responded back for a reason. They were going to a convention and didn't want to bring Danny along. Too dangerous or something?

"Yeah, you must have been just soooo busy you forgot to call him back." 

"Your father is a fool." Vlad scoffed. 

"Watch it. Anyway, if we just make it look like all is good, I can just fly back home once they are out of view and they won't know a thing." 

"That isn't a bad plan." Vlad waved to Danny's parents, who then began to speed off. "Though seeing as it's the holiday week, you're welcome to stay and enjoy some real food. I'm having some things catered throughout the week as well." 

Danny raised a brow. "This isn't some weird 'show me true holiday' scheme to make me want to be your son again?" 

"No, if that is the outcome, I wouldn't dislike it. But it is not the plan. Simply, just a lousy time of year to spend alone. Shall we call it Truce early?"

Danny seemed to ponder a bit. "I guess as long as you don't try to force actual holiday cheer at me, warm meals would be a perk." 

"Splendid." Vlad grabbed Danny's suitcase telekinetically and had it follow the both of them inside. 

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The room Vlad led Danny to was weirdly plain. A normal guest room with a TV and balcony facing away from the city with a rather nice view of the sky. 

"The room faces the sunrise, so I'd suggest closing the curtains if you don't want the sun in your eyes first thing in the morning." Vlad set down the suitcase near the wardrobe. "My room is directly below this one if you need anything."

"You didn't take the top floor with the best view?" Danny walked over to check out the view.

"It was originally, but I grew tired of having to go one more floor up each night."

Danny let out a little snort. "That's super lazy of you when we can both fly."

"I'll admit it's partially to do with the lady I employ growing older as well. I'll introduce you to her when she comes in the next few days." 

"Huh, Okay." Danny didn't expect that from Vlad. 

"I'll leave you to it. You know where the Kitchen is, so help yourself to anything."

Danny watched as Vlad left. It made him suspicious on how non-confrontational Vlad was being, but he settled into the room and started sending messages to his friends.

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A few nights into Danny's stay, things continued to go smoothly. Vlad left Danny to his own devices most the time, only interaction around meals or a few times when Danny was bored. 

Most the time Danny spent playing with Maddie the Cat, or checking out Vlad's lab since quote 'I've nothing in the lab you haven't seen before while we fought'. 

Danny wouldn't admit it was nice to be able to move around without having to keep an eye open for ghost traps at all hours of the day.

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"Aw, hey there Maddie, whatcha got there?"

The cat merped from where she rolled in her tangle of yarn. Danny took the thread of yarn from her by phasing her out of it, starting to ball it best he could. It was longer still and trailed up the staircase. He followed it to one of the many rooms that Vlad had on the second floor. 

Looking into the room was a given. Danny looked in confusion as he was greeted by a wall of yarn. Shelves contained a well organized gradient of yarn. Vlad sat at a desk with his laptop in front of him, a pair of knitting needles with half a scarf floated next to him. 

The two half ghosts stared at each other, the only sound in the room was the clicking of the needles followed by Maddie jumping onto Vlad's lap. 

Danny's eyes drifted to the striped scarf, that matched the sweater that Danny had assumed Vlad bought, but no. It was the same colors, and not that Danny knew anything about producing sweaters, he's sat through enough of Sam's gripping about matching all the shades of black. 

"Ah, Maddie had this." Danny held up the yarn he collected on his way to the room. 

"I was wondering why it'd gotten so quiet." 

"So, you knit?" 

Vlad sighed and pointed to the other chair in the room. Danny took it and got comfy, yarn still in hand. 

"I do. It started as a means to control something telepathically while distracted. The lady next to me in the hospital back when- Well she would be knitting while doing just about anything but eating to keep her hands from going stiff." 

"So you do it with your mind? Doesn't seem the same." 

"No, but at the time I needed something to help fine tune my control. It was only one of the things I did, mind you." 

"But you kept at it cause you liked it?"

"Indeed." Vlad barely even glanced at his work as he switched colors. 

"What other things did you do?"

"It was before I made my fortune, so small things. Cleaned, dishes, puzzles-those were the worst cause I needed to have a visual most times- sometimes folded clothes. Once I'd even tried to use telekinesis to pick up the floor rather than vacuum."

Danny laughed. "How'd that end up going?"

"Terribly. I just made the floor intangible so that the dirt would go into the apartment below me."

Danny laughed. "That's evil."

"Well, they vacuumed at 6 in the morning, so they deserved it." Vlad followed Danny's gaze to his knitting. "Would you like to try it?"

"Wha-"

"You can even use the yarn that Maddie summoned you here with." 

"I guess it couldn't hurt to try." 

5 minutes later Danny was about to stab someone with the needles. "How do you like this?"

Vlad tsked. "You've hardly even started. I never took you for a quitter." 

"I'm not quitting." Danny bristled. "It's just so- It looks ugly." 

"It's because you're just learning. You're good enough with your powers this should be cake walk."

"You say that, but I just throw things."

"Then this is good practice. Developing fine motor skills has no downsides."

"Fine. I'll finish this damn scarf. It's gunna be for your cat." 

"Ah, nice and small then. She will love it."

Danny growled and put all his focus back into making the needles move.

End notes:

The prompt was: Someone stumbles across Vlad practicing his ‘hidden’ hobby—knitting.

And I just couldn't get the idea of that being the one thing Danny would end up letting Vlad mentor him in.

[trytofic]

Here is some Killer/Cross.

I've been meaning to post this for forever. I asked @unknownarmageddon a long time ago if they wanted more fics, and what would they prefer. Annnnd this is what I've come up with, some Killer/Cross and I thought this was a good combo of sad and cute <3 Enjoy~

Wind rushing past his face, the fluff of his hood is soaked from the waterfall he “fell” into. His stupid teammate, friend, lover, whatever they were, decided to play around when they were on a mission, which shouldn't be as surprising as it was anymore. Killer had been acting strange all day and it all led to Killer deciding that “they should play a game”. He said it was a simple game of tag, but nothing was ever simple when it came to Killer.

If Cross could catch him the game would end, but if Killer tagged Cross, they would go to another AU of Killers choosing and the roud would go until Cross or Killer tagged one another. They had been running around a Fell AU and when Killer and gently tapped a finger to the tops of his skull, he could see his next request would be a big one. He asked for Cross to bring him to his home AU and he hesitated. He didnt want to bring him anywhere near that hellhole anymore, but with Killers sharp tounge and quick talking skills, it made him irrational. He never did have the best impulse control.

So when the portal opened, he ended up in a echo flower field in Waterfall. The next thing he knew was being shoved into the nearest waterfall, but when he went to look for Killer, there was no “playful banter” to follow. Instead Killer had vanished. He searched the whole area, no sign f him or any of the residents of the world. It was so quiet, he can only imagine how Killer had felt when he was stuck here. 

Eventually he made his way to Snowdin, an empty skeleton brother home, door wide open yet no turned on lights or footprints to be seen. As he made it into the town, instead of silence and darkness, he saw Grilby’s with the lights all on and music so loud he could hear it from several buildings away. It was some kind of swing or jazz music. He didnt know for sure, as he had never been musically inclined. He sighed as he opened the door, a strong warmth hits hom and takes the edge off the harsh chill that set in his bones. 

At the bar he saw Killer sitting at a stool with one empty bottle at his right and he was nursing a tumbler with a copper liquid in it. His bones were fish with magic and his grip on the glass was strong. He was already past his limit. As he took his first step inside and the door closed loudly. 

“Killer…”

“Heya Criss Cross!”

“Why are we here Killer?” He said walking to the bar. 

“Today…” He took a large drink from his glass. “Today is the day I said yes to Chara.”

Cross stood dumbfounded. Killer wasnt one to dwell on the past if he could help it and he really hated talking about what happened in his timeline. Cross started at Killer twirl the ice in his glass with the tip of his finger. He could see the thick tar dripping from his chin to the bar counter and even with the loud music playing he could hear the steady PLOP that the tar made as it fell. Cross was never great with helping with emotional problems, he could barely stay stable with his own. Yet Killer… Killer was different. Someone who he wanted to help, no matter what. So he grabbed a stood and sat right next to him. 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“It aint a nice story.” Cross showed him a gentle smile.

“Most of our stories arent.” He placed his left hand over Killers right and all he could think to do was gently rub the knuckles. It made Killer huff.

“I thought it was the right choice at the time.”

“At the time its all you could do.”

“That monster thought it was the coolest to have my abilities… but in the end I won. I got my body and I got their powers for a little while. Course I got all their baggage and torment, a fucked up soul that taunts everyone by being visible. Almost fees like it wasn’t worth it.”

“But…” Cross got Killer to glance his way. “You got us in the end, so you already feel much more love than LOVE than Charac did.”

Killer set down his glass and smacked the counter, letting out loud barking laughter. The tar falling from his eyes slowed and the tar seemed to thin as there were tears falling from his eyes. Between laughter there were sobs. But he took a deep breath and squeezed his sockets tight. When he opened them again, Cross saw the small white eye light looking his way.

“Oh boy, Crossy. That was corny.”

“You know you love it.” He chuckled as Killer put his glass to his teeth again, yet now there was no air of sadness, in fact is was happy. So to keep that mood going Cross asked for Killer to tell him stories. Funny stories from his world, about his brother, about anything at all. Killer happily obliged. One drink, slowly turned to two, then to six and Killer giggled as he sloppily sang to the music playing and when Cross decided it was time to go home Killer hoisted himself up as if he hadn’t drank a drop. Cross opened a portal and once inside the familiar walls of the castle he noticed the stagger in Killer’s steps. 

“Heya Criss Cross, take me to my room.”

“You can walk on your own. Ive seen it.”

“But I’m having a bad day.” He leaned into Cross’s side as he let out some soft laughter.

“You’ll live Mr. Giggles.”

“But woe is me!” Killer dramatically thrusted his arms into the air and began to fall. But ever the gentleman Cross was, he caught him in his arms.

“Woe is not you! Get up and get to bed!” he laughed the whole time he could see Killer getting comfortable in his arms. He could barely keep his eyes open and with some failed attempts at flirting towards Cross, he finally fell silent. Crss could only laugh as he gave in to Killers' demand. He tightened his grip and leaned Killer's head against his chest, Killer holding tight to his jacket. 

“We will go to my room tonight.” With a gentle clank to the top of Killers skull he felt Killer nuzzle into his chest more. He mumbled a bit yet Cross heard something very clearly. 

“Mmm I love you.” Killers sleep filled voice made Cross stop walking and his grip on him tightened. 

Love.

It was a word that he hadnt said with anyone since their relationship started. He could eel his soul pund in his ribs  and heat rise to his face. Love was a word Killer threw around all the time, but as Cross heard his gentle breathing, the word felt different. Did he love Killer?

He slowly got his feet moving and he found his way to his room. The door was open and there stood Dust, Horror, and Nightmare. All he could do was give them a tired smile. Horror took Killer from his arms and Dut pulled Cross towards his bed. He barely got to kick off his boots and jacket before he was lying with Dust on his chest, Horror to his left with Killer in his arms, and Nightmare to his right, his tentacles gently wrapping his way around them all. He could feel a gentle movement coming from Dust's scar, telling him Gwah was there with them. His family. His loves.