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ray-ray-writings · 4 years

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Okay I’ve been recently getting super into Karl’s streams because I just adore his puppy energy but, hear me out here.

Reader and Karl are friends right? And she goes and hangs out with him a lot and eventually one Saturday she convinces her BF, Techno, to come with her. He follows, mostly cause he’s bored and she’s persistent, they get to Karl’s place, Reader knowing instantly what to do gets up near Karl, grabs something Techno can’t see from where he’s standing, spins and belts out a song for Karl’s Karaoke. (The song playing in my ears right now is Talk Too Much)

Cue Technos surprise as he hears his s/o sing for the first time, grinning like a maniac. Reader tries to get him into it but he refuses until he watches Karl and Reader do a duet together (they’re best friends your honor) cause no one else would duet with him and he just gets up very bored my, lumbers over and snatches the microphone from Karl and does some soft deep number. Nothing energetic it’s gotta be deep and soft. (First thought is resting on Achilles Come Down)

After the singular song he doesn’t get up to sing again and you think he’s hated the whole experience but next Saturday you find him by the door ready to go with a bag in his hand. It isn’t til halfway through the time when he does his weird standing up, snatching the microphone from whoever was singing, setting it back in its stand and grabbing his bag before Reader realizes he brought a fuckin violin. Tommy or maybe Ghostbur get jazzed because “I REMEMBER WHEN MY BROTHER PLAYED THAT” and just-

GOOD SHIT!!!

With love- 🌻

Holy shit 🌻 you have my entire heart. This is so amazing. So so poggers. (Also, this is the only post for tonight! Hope you enjoy!!)

So yes, you and Karl are best friends and you two hang out a lot. But as more and more things happen on the SMP, you find yourselves spending less and less time together, which makes you sad. So as a compromise, you two decide that the two of you would hang out every Saturday night. No exceptions, no excuses, Saturday is for Y/N and Karl. And it works very well with you guys, sometimes you have dinner and talk or you play games and yes sometimes even karaoke. Even when you and Techno got together and he, Sapnap, and Quackity got together, you two never missed a Saturday. Sometimes though, Sapnap and Quackity tag along which is just fine with you. And if you could convince Techno (you never could but just in case haha), Karl would be fine with that. But everytime you ask Techno, he says no, he doesn’t want to intrude and he doesn’t really want to do some of the things you two do.

But that all changes on fateful Saturday. Techno had been gone for a majority of the week and had only gotten home in the early afternoon of the Saturday. You two had been cuddled up in bed, just cuddling, kissing, and catching up because you’d missed each other so much all week. But it gets to be that time and you try to leave your bed, but Techno has an iron grip on you. “Tech, babe, I’ve got to go” you whisper, pressing a few kisses to his face before landing one on his lips and smiling at him. Techno only pouts at you, “No you don’t. I just got home. You could stay here with me.” he grumbles, attempting to pull you closer to him, but you don’t let him. “I know baby, but you know Saturdays are spent with Karl… If you want you can come with, Sapnap and Quackity will be there so it won’t be awkward. We can have a fun time. My best friend and his s/os and me and my s/o. It will be fun, come on baby,” you murmur, running your hair through his pink locks causing him to sigh. He pretends to think for a moment before giving you a nod. You smile at him before easily weaseling your way out of his grip, pulling him with you. He steadies himself on his feet as you reach up and press a kiss to his lips before bouncing out of the room. “Come on baby, we’re going to be late.”

The two of you leave the house and make your way to Karl’s house. You throw open the front door without second thought, “Karl! We’re here!” There’s a bit of noise from further in the house before Karl calls back, “We’re??” you can’t help but laugh as you shut the door behind you and Techno before pulling Techno arm along with you as you move to where Karl’s voice was coming from. You make your way into the living room and find Karl hunched over what you know to be the karaoke machine and Sapnap and Quackity curled up together on the couch. “Yeah, we’re” you answer from the doorway causing all three men’s gazes to snap to you two. A huge smile grazes Karl's face at the sight of you two, Quackity gets a little nervous but is quickly comforted by Sapnap’s smile and a quick kiss. “Hey Techno! It’s great to see you!” Karl, ever the charmer and the kind heart, greets your boyfriend. Your boyfriend gives the man a small wave, “Hey Karl… Sapnap………….. Quackity.” The other two give the pink headed man a small smile and wave before turning their attention back to Karl. You pull Techno around the side of the couch and usher him to sit down and before you can sit next to him, Karl has grabbed your arm and pulled you to the machine. “Karl, I wanted to sit and relax with Techno for a moment,” you complain to your best friend. Karl just grins at you and shoves a microphone in your hand as music begins to play. You roll your eyes at how well your best friend knows you and he moves to sit next to his fiances. With all eyes on you, you decide to have fun. You belt out the lyrics and dance around just having fun. (This is the song! Talk Too Much by COIN!). Every once in a while one of the fiances would let out a cheer, edging you on. Techno though would just be staring at you with wide eyes, he had never heard you sing before, well maybe once but never this carefree.

The four of them clap in excitement after you finish and then bound over to the couch. Once again, you move to sit next to Techno, but are instead this time pulled down onto his lap with your back pressing against his chest and burying his face into the place where your neck meets your shoulder. “I didn’t know you could sing like that” he murmurs into the skin. You can’t help but melt a little bit as you relax further into him. “It’s just something we do for fun sometimes.” you murmur in response, your eyes watching as Karl stands up and picks out a song for himself to sing. “It was nice” That was the last words before Karl began his own song.

The two of you watched as each of the fiances sang their own solo. “Do you want to sing something?” You murmur, leaning back and turning your head slightly to talk to your boyfriend. Techno let out a huff and tightened his arms around you for a moment, “No” he answers simply as Sapnap and Quackity step up to the mic. The three of you watch Sap and Quack do a very cheesy duet together causing you and Karl to laugh loudly and Techno to hide his chuckles in your shoulder. When the two were done, they were pouting. “Hey! Stop laughing at us!” “Yeah we sang a very serious duet together” And when neither of you stop laughing Sapnap and Quackity plop down on the couch and fold in to each other, “Fine, see if either of us sing a duet with you Karl” Sapnap juts out, poking his tongue as his fiance. Karl immediately stops laughing and begins to beg his lovers to sing with him, but the two don’t budge. So Karl does the next best thing he can think to do. He turns to you with a wide pout on his lips and puppy dog eyes, and who are you to say no to your puppy dog eyed best friend? You let out a sigh before carefully removing yourself from Techno’s arms, despite the grumbles of protest, and join your best friend by the machine to sing a duet with him. Karl wouldn’t let you see what he picked but as soon as the music began, you almost lost it. Of course he would pick this song. It is not only about two “best friends” it is definitely bound to make his two fiances just a bit jealous. (It is the Bro Duet haha. Find it here)

The two of you goofed around and sang your hearts out, changing every “no homo” to “no hetero” Karl sang the first part and you sang the second. Throughout the song, Sap and Quack, although amused, were admittedly a little jealous, that should be them up there singing about how much they love each other. Techno on the other end of the couch was a little confused and a little jealous. He couldn’t help but wonder to himself if this had actually happened. Had you and Karl one time gone to the beach and you had to give Karl CPR? Had you gone to an amusement park and started choking on a turkey leg and Karl gave you the hymlick? Had the two of you fallen in love with each other? What the hell was happening? Toward the end of the song, Techno found himself standing up from the couch and walking toward you two. It surprised you, because Techno had literally told you he did not want to sing. But here he was, grabbing the microphone from you… in the middle of a song no less. Karl and you stopped singing as you stared at Techno who now held the microphone close to his chest. Almost as if reading his mind, you took a step forward and gently cupped his face, “It didn’t actually happen Techno. It’s just a song.” You comfort your boyfriend. Techno’s shoulders did a big relax at your words. “Sorry” he grumbles out, “Didn’t mean to interrupt your song.” You can only give him a warm smile at that. “It’s okay lover. Do you want to sing something now?” And to your surprise, Techno walks over to the machine and begins looking through the song choices. So you and Karl share a look before making your way back to the couch and sitting down. Karl was immediately engulfed in a huge hug by his fiance’s while you curled into the still warm spot that was Techno’s. Soft cello music rang from the machine as Techno awkwardly stood in front of you four, his eyes dancing around the room. Techno took a deep breath before his beautiful bass voice rings out into the room. His voice completely encaptures the four of you sitting on the couch and not even Quackity is making a single noise. Techno sings a beautiful rendition of Achilles Come Down, it quite literally brings tears to your eyes. But once he’s done and the song is over, Techno sets his microphone down and immediately walks over to the couch and sits down next to you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close to him. You try to tell him how good it was, but he kisses you to stop you. Later that night when you two go home, you try once again to tell him how amazed and impressed you were at his song, but he brushes your compliments off and kisses you again before cuddling you to sleep. And so, you figure he absolutely hated it and never wanted to do anything like it again.

So the next Saturday, you know is another karaoke night and this time Karl had invited the whole SMP to come. You were fine with it and you knew not everyone would show up. So when it was time to go, you looked everywhere in the house for Techno so that you could tell him goodbye but you could not find him. You were about to just leave when you hear your name being called from the front door. You rush to the door and find Techno standing there with a bag in his hand. “There you are. Are you ready to go?” Deciding not to question it, you give your boyfriend a smile and a nod before the two of you head out for Karl’s. When you arrive, there are quite a few people there, but not it’s definitely not everyone. You quickly find Karl and greet him with hugs before helping him get completely set up for the night. Techno hovers around you two, not really helping but not wanting to go around and socialize. Eventually he spots Philza and leaves your side briefly to greet his father.

Finally everything is set up and ready to go. So Karl calls out to everyone to please take their seats, it’s go time. I would like to say that you go first and sing another fun and upbeat song to get everyone hyped. (I do not have one in mind for this time) But it’s great and a total banger, we stan. So then when you’re done, everyone claps politely and Karl moves to take your place. So you bound over to Techno and sit on his lap. One after another, people went up and chose a song and sang their heart out. You don’t expect Techno to get up and sing. You thought he hated it last time so why would he do it again? But he surprises you, of course haha. But after listening to Quackity screech out a song that you honestly cannot tell what it was because of how much he was joking around and not actually trying his best to sing, Techno had had enough. He carefully moves you off of him, grabs his bag, and moves to the front of the room, snatching the mic out of Quackity’s hand. “Hey! I wasn’t done singing!” Quackity protests, reaching for the mic again. “I was done listening… we are all done listening” Techno shoots back. Quackity glances around the room, lets out a sigh, before shuffling over to his fiances and curling into their arms. Techno very quickly turns off the music and a sigh of relief sweeps over Karl’s living room, which makes you snicker behind your hand. You’re surprised when Techno doesn’t pick another song from the machine, but instead he opens his bag and pulls out a violin. You haven’t seen him play that violin in so long and it melts your heart to see him pull it out and bring it up to his chin. You watch in awe as he brings his bow to the strings and begins to play so beautifully. “Oh I remember when my brother played the violin! He was always so good at it! We used to play together all the time. He on violin, me on guitar… It was amazing,” you hear Ghostbur exclaim from somewhere else in the room. And he’s right, it is amazing. It’s even more amazing when Techno opens his mouth and lets his beautiful bass voice ring out into the room. It’s really truly an amazing thing to see. Techno not only playing the violin, but also singing. The room is dead silent and all attention is on Techno as he sings about his time as king, as the Blood God. Please find the violin cover here and the song he’s singing here. Song is Fallen Kingdom…. Yes that fallen kingdom hahahah).

When he’s done, the room is so silent you could hear a pin drop. Techno glances around the room in a panic and you can see his face flushes. You know the voices are going crazy, trying to convince him that he just fucked up and everyone hated it and hated him. So you slowly stand from your seat and begin clapping. Heads snap to you as you clap. Philza quickly joins you, standing up and clapping. Slowly everyone joins you, and then everyone at once. Techno gets a standing ovation from the crowd. This makes his blush even harder and he quickly takes the violin off his shoulder and puts it back into the bag. You don’t let him get off the makeshift stage though, you quickly walk up to him, grab his now empty hands causing him to freeze and look at you. You just simply leaned up and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. “That was amazing Techno” you mumble against him. He hums in response, kissing you back. “Oh it was nothing” he murmurs back. After a few more moments, the two of you pull apart and you give him a small smile, “sing a duet with me?” you ask him as the applause dies down. Techno looks hesitant, but one quick glance around the room at the encouraging smiles, he decides one more song couldn’t hurt. He lets you pick out the song and his heart almost melts at the choice. (Here is the song. It is Come What May from moulin rouge). Your voices meld so well together and it doesn’t leave a single dry eye in the house. Again, once you’re finished the room is roaring with applause. Literally everyone is crying. Like it’s so obvious you two love each other and that you two mean the words you’re singing in the song. You two end the song with another very passionate kiss as everyone claps so hard they’re all sure their palms will be red and sore the next morning. You and Techno pull apart and you have matching grins on your faces as you set down your mics and move back to the couch to cuddle again. It takes a hot minute for anyone to step up to the machine, not wanting to follow that amazing performance, but slowly Karaoke night gets back on track. Neither of you two get up to sing again though. You’re just content to sit in your boyfriend’s lap and he’s just content to hold you. As you snuggle into him, Techno thinks over the past two Saturdays and he decides quietly to himself that maybe spending Saturdays with you and the fiances wouldn’t be so bad… I mean he actually had fun. He deserves to have a bit of fun every once in a while.

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kenganparadise · 3 years

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Is it ok to ask for some (nsfw) headcanons for Meguro Masaki? Like what he wants to do with his S/O or what he wants his S/O to do? (⺣◡⺣)♡* (◉___◉) Thank you very much! ♡♡♡

Thank you so much for requesting this. I’m a huge fan of your work!!! Sorry this took me so long! (I added our boy Hayami Masaki becaus I know you like him too)

⚠️ WARNING NSFW AHEAD- IT GETS NASTY⚠️

Meguro Masaki nsfw-

• he’s quite blunt with what he wants. He’ll come up to his S/O and tells them exactly how they make him feel. Tho he doesn’t really quite know how to put it into the correct words exactly.

• “hurts. Y/N you’re making me hurt.” He’d whine. This is the first time he’s done this. His S/O would be clearly confused and worried. He starts rubbing himself against their waist. His S/O would be able to catch on pretty quickly.

• normally Meguro is able to handle these things himself, he pleasures himself to the thought of his S/O quite often. But his feeling bubble over and he can’t take it any more. The words “do you want me to help, Meguro?” Is musics to his ears.

• This is probably the first time he’s felt like this. Normally fights are what get home off. Inflictions pain while also receiving. He’s finished in his pants during a couple of battles before. So this is completely new to him.

• he knows he has to be gentle with his S/O. He doesn’t really want to break them. They’re one of the only people he genuinely likes after all. Though sometimes he gets downright brutal. He can’t really help himself the first time. If his S/O tried to give him oral he’ll accidentally thrust a little too hard into their throat and comes a little too quickly. He grabs the back of their head while face fucking them.

• he’s breathing heavily when he sees his S/O undress. Hed probably help rip their cloths off. He can’t help it. He licks their whole body.

• He’d want to kiss them. He’s knows there are things normal couples do. he’s a sloppy kisser, and shoves his tongue down his S/Os throat every chance he gets. He’d want to taste every inch of them.

• it’s probably his first time having penetrative sex, right when he’s feels his S/O warmth and how tight they are he pretty much cums instantly. He actually kinda feels bad that he did. He does give a bashful apology.

• makes up for it by going down on his S/O. He finds out quickly that that’s his favorite thing to do. His S/O is going to have a hard time pushing him away from their core.

• he could go down on them forever if he could. He loves the taste of his S/O. And his tongue is so long. He’s got a major scent kink as well. He’s quite sloppy when he does do it. Juices will be dripping off his chin. He also moans soooo much when he does. He also tends to talk with his mouth full.

• his S/O will be overstimulated and sobbing once they’re able to kick him off.

• after the initial first time Meguro does learn. He does genuinely want to please his partner. He wants to make them feel as good as they make him feel. He tries to be much more gentle with his partner, it take a lot of self control, especially when their mouth is around his cock.

• he also learns some serious self discipline. He can penetrate his S/O without cumming instantly. Now he can burrow into their warmth and enjoy it even longer.

• he can get super rough. He’s both a Sadist and masochist. He gets pleasure if theres a little pain.

• HATES pulling out. Always wants to finish inside. Though if his partner doesn’t like it he’ll beg and cry and whine but he doesn’t want his beloved to be mad at him! He pulls out and cums on their belly or thigh, much to his dismay.

•he loves watching his release dripping out of them. He’ll go down on them after that, doesn’t really care that he’ll taste his own cum.

• he does have a major scent kink. He has a collection of clothing that he’s stolen form his S/O. He loves burrowing his face in their hair. He’s stolen some underwear, he’s probably used them to masturbate with.

• he likes dry humping his S/O a lot. He will hump his S/O’s leg while goes down on them. He has probably orgasmed in his pants while eating out his S/O.

• he also likes Cockwarming very much, when he has the patients of course. he’d want to spoon his S/O while buried deep inside them. He can also snuggle his face in their hair. He loves the snug tight warm feeling. Though after some time he can’t help but move around. He probably ends up cumming a few times. Makes up for this by going down on his S/O. he will not stop till they’re screaming.

Hiyami Masaki NSFW-

• very much a gentleman. He’s so kind and respectful to his S/O. The first time he and his S/O have sex he wants it to be prefect. He plans the whole day and night.

• forplay is important to him. He wants his S/O well prepped. His cock is average length, but boy is it thicc. It stretches out his S/O so deliciously.

• can be quite silly in the bedroom. He wants to see his S/O smile and laughs. He’ll tickle their sides to get them to giggle.

• likes missionary so he can see his S/O’s face. When entering his S/O he looks for any signs of discomfort. Once he’s in the clear he starts thrusting into his S/O. His thrusts are always short but quick. He ruts himself deep into his S/O.

• he prefers to cum inside his S/O. he and his S/O practice safe sex of course. if they’re not cool with it he won’t have his feelings hurt.

• this boy makes love to his S/O. The whole time he’s starring at their face, whispering sweet words of encouragement and complements. He wants them to feel loved.

• he loves kissing his S/O. He loves sweet passionate kisses with his beloved. Though when he gets close to finishing his kisses get much sloppier.

• he moans loudly when he cums. He prefers to cum inside his S/O but if they don’t like it he’ll switch up up. But he hates making a mess.

• he practically melts when his S/O tops him. He tries not to buck his hips too much when they do but sometimes he can’t control it. He love it when they get rough with him. He loves it when they use his body for their pleasure.

• always gets his S/O off. No matter what. He tries his very hardest to make sure they’re satisfied.

• loooooves going down on his S/O. And Damn is he good at to. He know that he can get them off this way. He’ll have them shaking and cumming in no time!

• aftercare is very important to him. He’ll carry his S/O to the bath and clean them up. He’ll also bring them water and make them snacks. But if the couple is too exhausted, he’s fine cuddling his S/O close to his chest and he kisses them to sleep.

#masaki meguro #masaki hayami #kengan asura #kengan ashura #kengan omega #kengan ashura x reader #nasty

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straycat-writes · 5 years

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I know it's not on the fluffy Valentine's day prompt list but could I ask for headcanons of Chuuya’s and your favorite BSDs character’s S/Os (separately) coming to their work to surprise them with flowers and a card? Also which characters do you wish you got more requests for. I love your writing but sometimes I can't think of which character I want when requests are open. I hope this makes sense and Tumblr doesn't eat it.) Have a happy Feburary!!!

[I knowww you said headcanons, but...idk how this happens, I’m sorry :( As for my favourite bsd character, we all know it’s Dazai xD]

Flowers For Him

Nakahara Chuuya:

Going to see Chuuya at his work is quite a task because you have to go through so much security to even get into the building. The people know and recognize you, but with the kind of organization they are, there’s no such thing as too much caution.

Still, it’s all worth it when you finally get to see him.

He had just got back from an overseas mission a few days ago, and you knew he would be busier than usual, tying up all the loose ends. But you didn’t expect the gigantic pile of paperwork sitting on his desk as you entered.

So stressfully immersed in working on multiple files at ones, Chuuya didn’t even notice your presence for a while. Holding the bouquet of flowers you had brought behind your back, you went up to him.

“Do I have to compete with those files for your attention now?”

He looked up, face lighting up instantly like a Christmas tree, “Hey, (y/n). What are you doing here?”

You pouted, “Is that how you greet the one great love of your life? And when I brought something for you too.”

“Aside from your cute ass, you mean?”

Your cheeks heated up, and you quickly pushed the bouquet in front of him, “Flowers! I brought you flowers, you moron…”

He laughed, taking the bouquet of flowers from your hands, “Thanks, babe. They’re lovely.”

Your face fell a little. You had been hoping for a little more than that, or for him to at least wish you a happy Valentine’s. But maybe amidst all the work he was buried in, it had slipped his mind.

You forced a smile onto your face, “Okay, I guess I’ll see you at home, then.”

You had just begun to leave when his hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you backwards and down onto his lap. The sudden movement knocked the air out of your lungs.

With one arm wrapped around your waist, he used the other hand to gently turn your face towards him, “And where do you think you’re going?”

Something about being so close to Chuuya seemed to steal all words from your lips, and you were left merely stuttering for something to say.

He smirked, the smug expression on his face betraying just how much he was enjoying your flustered reaction. “Aw, did the one great love of my life really think I forgot?”

Before you could even think of anything to say, he put one hand at the back of your head and gently tipped it forward, kissing you full on the lips. And as you reflexively closed your eyes, you were once again reminded of just how blindingly intense and disorienting it is to kiss him.

His lips felt like satin against yours, and even after he pulled back, it took you a couple of seconds to blink yourself out of the haze. He chuckled, and with how close you were, you could feel it reverberating throughout his chest.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”

Dazai Osamu:

It was only as you climbed the stairs of the Agency building, a bouquet of lilies in your hand, that it occurred to you that Dazai might not even be there. True, it was a working day for them, but when had Dazai ever cared about that? He’s more than happy to fuck off from the office more than half of the time anyway, so thinking about it now, it was actually highly unlikely you’d find him there.

Still, you had come all the way here, so you thought you’d at least check before leaving.

Even before opening the door to the office, however, you could hear commotion from the inside. Frowning in confusion, you pushed the door open.

Immediately, a frightened Atsushi rushed towards you and hid behind you. ‘(Y/n)! Thank God you’re here! Please help!”

“Whoa, Atsushi, calm down.” You stumbled a little, trying to keep your balance as he hid behind you, “What’s wrong?”

“Dazai-san has gone crazy.”

You rolled your eyes. The phrase was not something you were unused to hearing. You just wondered what it would be about this time.

Just then, you saw Dazai rushing over to the two of you, stumbling over several things in the process, “Atsushi!! You have to – Oh, hey (y/n)!”

He crashed into you full force, so quickly you barely had time to get the bouquet out of the way as he almost knocked you off your feet. At least Atsushi had been quick enough to duck away before disaster struck. Dazai would later call it a hug, but you failed to see any resemblance.

“Whoa, Dazai. Okay, - can’t – breathe – “

He quickly loosened his grip and you took a deep breath. He smiled sheepishly, “Sorry, I was just so happy to see my belladonna.”

You laughed, “Is that so? Did you miss me?”

“Miss you?” Kunikida said from behind him, “He was just chasing Atsushi around the office to scare him into going to fetch you.”

Atsushi nodded vehemently, “I thought he was going to throw me out of the building himself!”

“It’s not my fault.” Dazai rolled his eyes, “It’s Valentine’s Day and none of you can fit the space the love of my life has made in my heart!”

That was apparently enough for Kunikida to kick the both of you out of the office, yelling at Dazai not to come back until he was done with his Valentine-y bullshit.

Away from the commotion of the office, you finally remembered the bouquet you were still holding. “Oh, I brought these for you.”

His face lit up immediately, and he fake gasped, “Flowers from my beloved? I think I might just die!”

“Alright, that’s enough, drama queen.” You said, rolling your eyes, although you couldn’t help the slight laugh that escaped your lips, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Dazai.”

You prepared yourself for another one of his overdramatic one-liners, but he only looked at you with what you could only call adoration on his face. And then he smiled. It was small, but it was sincere, which was so very rare for Dazai. He wasn’t putting up an act, he wasn’t being intentionally melodramatic. For once in his life, he wasn’t trying to fool anybody. He was just…genuinely smiling. It made your heart melt.

“Happy Valentine’s Day to you too, babe.”

You smiled and stood up on the tip of your toes to lightly kiss him on the cheek. He pouted, “What? Is that all I get?”

You laughed, “If you want more, at least take me out on a date first. I assume you don’t have any work to do anyway.”

“That is a very hasty and very incorrect assumption on your part, belladonna.” He said, trying to sound serious, “I actually have a very important to-do list for today.”

“Oh, yeah?” You said, leaning on the closed door to the agency office, the tone of your voice clearly saying you didn’t believe a word he said, “And what’s on it?”

“You.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks faster than it had ever done before, and all the agency members could hear from behind the closed door were sounds of Dazai dissolving into peals of laughter as you hit him repeatedly on the chest.

#chuuya nakahara #chuuya x reader #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #valentine's day #drabble #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd #imagines

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urlocalbunny · 4 years

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.threesome - aaron/elo/ivan.

Hello, babes! I know it November but national exams got me good and I'm having a lot of fun. I've finished kinktober officially, the only thing missing is proofreading and time, two things I currently don't have, but I'll have soon, I hope.

I have other five OS' proof read, so please look forward to It!

I got too carried away, so please enjoy this 3,320 words. Kinktober was supposed to be 1000 MOST for me. I can't do anything according to plan. Holy Moly.

Aaron was ultimately tired. That was it. His head throbbed with the need to sleep, but he couldn't yet. He just helped Ivan with his training, and now Eloise needed some help with swords. That was a lot to take in. Ever since Eloise appeared in the manor as a young vampire, they became a handful. That was just because Aaron was very adamant about "raising them to be great fighters."

He knew how much it counted for their bodies in the long run. Eloise was a controlled vampire due to not suffering an accident like Ivan, so Aaron would wait for her to feed, and then they'd help him.

Even if they were getting great results, he couldn't help but worry.

"-ron? Aaron!" Someone shook his shoulder. Eloise had an annoyed expression on her face. "I've been calling you for solid five minutes! You scared me!" She huffed, sitting close to his side on the bed. He could feel her hips smashing on his ribs. He swallowed deeply. "I think we should take a break. How about we watch TV with Ivan?"

"You know I don't like that TV stuff. It hurts my eyes. Let's lay down in the grass outside instead."

"You're so boring," Ivan said on the doorframe. He was shirtless. "I turned the TV off."

The blonde hopped on the bed, sitting close to them. Eloise placed herself on the werewolf's side, and he rested his head against the wall. They started a conversation, but Ivan seemed a little off. He lifted himself suddenly, making the other two share a look. He closed and locked the door.

"Hey, Aaron, you seem like you could use some distraction after putting such an effort to help us out there, don't you think, Elo?" Ivan said, coming back to the bed. He crawled seductively, giving Eloise some sort of cue to follow. She flashed him a look of realization.

"Ivan, are you out of your mind?" She whispered harshly with a panicked look on her face. Aaron got suspicious.

"Alright, what are you two little troublemakers planning?" his mannerisms made them snicker. He turned to Eloise, who seemed flustered and a little hesitant in following Ivan's plan. He turned when he remembered Ivan was approaching. He looked to see him right on the side of his face, looking at him almost hungrily. Aaron pushed him to sit down on the bed. "What's going on?"

"Um... It's just that Ivan is too impulsive and as stubborn as a mule!" she started shyly, but then she got angrier and smacked him in the arm. He stuck his tongue out.

"That doesn't say much," Aaron answered. She covered her face. "Is it something... Embarrassing for you? If so, Ivan, you should quit it-"

"-No, that's not it. It's just that Ivan and I- We've been talking, and, um- I told him that I think you're attractive." Ivan snorted.

"That's not what you said-" "-Yes, it was." she cut him off.

"Thanks, Eloise... But I still don't understand why this is so embarrassing."

"We share the same opinions," Ivan said bluntly, "And I'm pretty sure you like Eloise too... She's so cute, isn't she?" Ivan pulled her hand lightly, making her tumble to the back of the bed, slamming her face on Aaron's hard chest. Her hands pressed against his abdomen for leverage, and she let out an embarrassing squeal. Her big eyes looked at him from below, and he smirked. "Yes, she is." He helped her sit down again, turning to look at Ivan. "The math still doesn't add up."

"Thing is, I'd fuck Eloise. And she'd fuck me too." Aaron widened his eyes a little at his bluntness.

"Holy- Is that... True?" She hid her face in her hands.

"Maybe." Ivan and Aaron looked at each other.

"Maybe the way I approached the situation wasn't the best, right, Aaron?" Ivan looked at him like a slut. He wiggled his ass playfully and slowly as he resumed his crawling towards him. This time, while keeping his eyes on Eloise's, Aaron let the blonde straddle him. "We should show her it's okay, hm?"

"Wha-" She seemed to pant a little when their lips came in contact. Aaron kept his eyes open, inviting her in.

Their lips met slowly, but the raging feelings were intense, making the kiss deepen in sync with the beginning of Ivan's hips grinding lightly against Aaron's. He closed his eyes finally, satisfied with how much Eloise seemed to be in a trance. The bed dipped slowly, and her hands found themselves in Aaron's thigh. Her minty breath fanned on the side of their faces. Ivan moaned into the kiss, pulling the hem of his shirt and failing to take it off when Aaron started to grind upwards unconsciously. He broke the kiss giggling, and opened his eyes to see Eloise looking at them with a dazzled expression on her face. She shook it off quickly, though, and turned to Aaron.

"Can I- can I do it too? I want to do it. Please," Eloise asked shyly, to which Aaron obliged, pulling by the hairs on the nape of her neck and kissing her softly. She was so sweet. It just came with her everywhere she went. But this time, Eloise was not having any of it. Her lips hungrily latched themselves around his, and soon her teeth found his lower lip, biting it hard, just not enough to break the skin. He groaned, bucking harder into Ivan, who did not stop grinding.

Eloise was a good kisser. Aaron liked the way she suddenly took control. The idea of being fucked silly by two other people was too tempting, but he had to have the upper hand. His hand gripped her hips and slid lower yet, riding up her dress as Ivan watched with hungry eyes every inch of her thighs get exposed until her panties were on sight. Aaron rubbed his thumb lightly over her clit, making her whimper and move her hands from his leg to his torso, breaking the kiss to pull his shirt and her dress off. The kisses resumed, but Ivan loved the way her mouth moved so much that he just couldn't wait any longer.

"Eloise, I want it too. Fuck." Ivan whined and pulled her off of a dazed and moaning Aaron, placing her between them with her face turned to him. His hand worked quickly on her bra, and Aaron took care of her panties, ripping them eagerly. She didn't even glare. All she did was grind her hips roughly into him and Ivan.

The blonde leaned in, capturing her lips and kissing her with the same intensity Aaron was kissing her just a moment ago. Her hands found themselves on his naked chest, then around his neck, and when they broke the kiss, she looked at Aaron behind her, spinning her hips lazily and whining.

He pushed her off carefully and opened the button on his pants, kicking them with his boxers too. She widened her eyes. They both chuckled.

"Don't worry about it... I guess." He joked, shoving her into the bed and motioning to Ivan's pants, making him take them off quickly too. Aaron was on top of her, kissing her neck and leaving tiny bite marks on her collarbones, giving Ivan a chance to pull him with his back to the bed.

"Stop trying to do the work. This is about you, isn't it?" Eloise giggled, turning around to kiss his chest and caress his scars. Ivan positioned himself in front of Aaron's length, licking a stripe on the underside and jerking him slowly, making eye contact. The werewolf arched his back, grunting blissfully and grabbing Eloise by the arm to play with her breasts. She sighed, caressing his hair as he pinched and licked her skin.

"Hmm, Ivan, suck harder." She said in a breathy whine. He did, making Aaron groan and bite her nipple. The blonde's hand fiddled with his balls slowly, while the other hand caressed his thigh from time to time when the vampire's head was buried deep. With the last bob of his head, Ivan buried his nose on Aaron's crotch and swallowed as he moaned helplessly, hugging his hips lovingly and pulling out with a loud pop.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." His cock throbbed in a silent threat to spill his cum out. Ivan giggled, rummaging through one of the drawers and pulling out a bottle of lube.

"I knew you still had this!" He opened the box with lube and a condom he left not long ago when the opportunity to use seemed to be close.

Eloise, in the meanwhile, was sitting on Aaron's lap, nibbling on his ear and teasing the tip of his cock with her entrance, pulling her hips up when he tried to bury himself in, then going back to grind slowly. "Shit, that's hot," Ivan said, laying down close to Aaron, who looked at him.

"How about you fuck him?" Aaron said, running a hand through her hips. She blushed but threw her leg around Aaron to get closer to Ivan by his side.

"Aww, look at how wet she is." Ivan cooed when she straddled him, lining up with her. She sunk in, making Ivan hiss. Aaron was laying down on his side, supporting himself on his elbow and watching as Eloise tried to sink in. Ivan groaned. "Shit, that's a tight fit, baby." He gripped her hips, helping her balance herself.

"She's embarrassed. Stop." Aaron giggled, reaching forward to push two fingers up Ivan's mouth. He sucked on the digits eagerly, watching Eloise support herself on his chest. Aaron thought that she was inexperienced if the way she didn't want to talk was anything to go by, but she didn't need Ivan to start moving slowly. Her hips moved precisely on top of him, earning a surprised grunt and wide eyes from Ivan. The noise suddenly turned into a whine full of approval and grinding upwards. Aaron watched the shiny coat of her juices flowing slowly around the shaft, her red face, and the way she seemed to hold in her whimpers. Her hair fell over her face, but she was quick to tie it up with the ribbon on her dress.

"Shit, shit, shit." She muttered under her breath, her resolve seemed to break, and she opened her mouth, moaning shyly at first. Aaron shot a hand to her thigh, then higher until he was toying with her clit. She wiggled under his touch, crying out in pleasure.

"Yes, please play with me." She whispered, making Ivan pull Aaron's fingers off his mouth with a pop. Eloise admired how well built he was. His curves were on display. The nice tiny waist and the broad shoulders, the curve of his large hips and his strong legs... Eloise wanted to support herself in those as she bounced up and down until none of it mattered anymore. He was divine.

"Shit, Aaron, prep me, or I'm gonna cum right here," Ivan said suddenly, making Eloise realize that she got too carried away and bounced wildly into Ivan. She mewled at that, nodding eagerly at him. "Do you want to see it?" She nodded again, hopping off of him. Aaron took the bottle while Ivan eagerly put himself in all fours, waiting patiently for the cold feeling of the lube to hit.

"Here you go." He said softly, letting it drip on his ass. Ivan moaned lowly. His cock twitched. Aaron pulled an unsuspecting Eloise by her legs roughly, making her yelp and giggle.

"You stay right here." She sat in front of Ivan, who wasted no time and kissed her inner thighs lovingly, looking at her through hooded lids. His hands held onto her hips for support, relishing in the way her hands caressed his hair. His kisses were soft, sometimes a little fervent. He then licked a wet stripe on her sensitive clit, sucking it into his mouth and kissing her inner thighs again. Aaron was prodding one finger carefully in Ivan's entrance, thrusting slowly.

"Fuck, Aaron, just add another one already." Aaron smiled, a smug one.

"Be patient." He said simply, prodding another finger, curling and scissoring to make things easier for him. Ivan was a mewling mess, lapping up to take out on Eloise instead. She was too mesmerized by the way Aaron treated him. His fingers worked with care and the touch of roughness that only Aaron would give off. His eyes stuck on Ivan, and his motions, every whine, the way he arched his back, and the blonde was careful to pull out when he started to grind too hard to match his pace without hurting him. Soon, to Eloise's happiness and sadness, he stopped, making Ivan soften his work. Her stomach was tense, her pussy was throbbing. She was close. Ivan looked at her with an evil glint on his eyes. He was going to stop.

"Aaron is going to keep this steady for me. If you suck me off real good, you might get to cum. Get under me." He teased, making her cock her head to the side lightly to see his length hanging under him, a pearly drop on the angry tip waiting for her to collect it. She wasted no time, pushing in between him and expecting him to understand and maneuver to let her push through. Her hand found his cock, pumping it as she poked Aaron's thigh. He handed her a smaller pillow, resuming what he was doing, but this time, his cock throbbed more than usual. She stopped pumping Ivan to reach for him with a grip that had him whining her name and bucking up instead. She licked the tip of Ivan's cock, sucking the head into her mouth eagerly and tasting the salty precum leaking. Aaron was moaning behind them, bucking his hips pitifully. Soon, she let go of him to let him slip a condom on, kissing Ivan's tip before taking what she couldn't get with her mouth and slurping to milk some more out of him.

Aaron started to push inside, making Ivan whimper lowly, pulling air through his teeth. "Shit, Aaron, that's good." The blonde hissed on top of the girl, thrusting lightly to the front to get more on her mouth. She didn't even let him think.

"You're so tiny." He chuckled, reaching for his arm and pulling him up. "Forget about it, Elo. Turn around," she obeyed eagerly, turning on her stomach to keep sucking Ivan off. Aaron started to thrust shallowly and then deeper, making Ivan get used to it. "Can you handle it?" Ivan nodded, watching the way Eloise swallowed him almost whole and came back to slurp roughly at the tip. She noticed what he enjoyed fast.

"Aaron," Ivan whined, desperate for a kiss that didn't take long to come when Aaron leaned to the side. His hips snapped harder, making him whimper loudly. "I'm close. So fucking close. Please." He pushed his hips to meet the redhead, relishing in the way in which Eloise choked around him and then hummed against him to show she was okay.

"Fuck, fuck, gonna cum, gonna cum, Elo, don't stop." He cried, bucking his hips into her mouth lightly. She took it, holding onto his hips for balance with one hand and cupping his balls with the other.

Eloise moaned around him when he spilled his cum inside of her mouth. She pulled out and swallowed, sighing in bliss.

"Too m-much." He whined, making Aaron slow down and push him in all fours.

"You said you could handle it." He chuckled, pulling out and tossing the condom in the trash. Ivan laughed.

"It's Eloise's fault." He said, leaning over her and kissing her lips hungrily. "I taste good." They giggled, intertwining their fingers. Eloise, however, caught Aaron staring at her dead in the eyes besides the bed, slipping a new condom on without taking his eyes off. He was rock hard. "Aand, I just might want to fuck you again in a few- what the fuck, Aaron?" He groaned when Aaron pulled on his legs and took his place, still holding eye contact. He looked like he was starving.

"I want to fuck her." He said, looking at her instead. Ivan smirked.

"By all means, go ahead!" He answered, sitting by her side and pulling her legs open. She whined in expectation. "Stings just a little, baby." He cooed, but she shrugged.

"Just fuck me already."

Aaron pushed the head in, making her suck in a blissful breath the farther he went. Her eyes rolled, and she let her head fall into the pillow by Ivan's side. He used two of his fingers to touch her clit, circling slowly.

"You should be like her, Ivan. She's so patient." Aaron's voice was so close that if she wanted to, they could kiss. And that's what she did. The kiss was slow but intense and violent, just like the first.

"Shut up. She whines all the time. Look," he rubbed roughly, making her sway her hips and moan into the kiss. Aaron bottomed out.

"God, you're too narrow." He hissed, pulling out and in again carefully. His cock brushed on the right spots, making her arch her back. There was an orgasm already building up, the stimulation was overwhelming, and she knew Aaron wouldn't take long to reach his ending.

"Can't you take that off?" She whined, making Aaron widen his eyes.

"The condom? You don't-"

"-If you didn't wear a condom with Ivan the request wouldn't even exist. Cum inside me," She interrupted, pushing him off and pulling the condom out. He hesitated but pushed in after a few seconds. He threw his head back.

"You're so wet, fuck." He moaned, losing the little resolve he had. His hips stilled and stirred, pulling out and slamming back again. He set a slow pace at first, but it was short-lived. His eyes admired her sweaty form, the way Ivan's fingertips were coated in her juices, her doe eyes looking at him with a pleading and almost pained look. He couldn't resist going harder.

"Ahn- yes!" She cried, making Ivan groan lowly and pinch one of her nipples. "Ivan!" She moaned, arching her back. Aaron slipped a hand under it, balancing her and closing his eyes to focus on the wet sounds in the room. Her lewd little huffs and pleas made him throb with the need for release. After a few strong thrusts, the girl abruptly went quiet and held her breath, throwing her head back with her mouth ajar. Ivan sped up, whispering some things in her ear and squeezing the underside of one of her breasts, sucking on the nipple casually. Her legs trembled violently.

"Uh, A-Aaron!" Her loud call for his name and her walls holding onto him with a vice-like grip had him moaning her name like a mantra, over and over as he came. "Fill me up" she whispered, her breath hot in his ear."

They kissed yet again, and then the silence filled the room. The only thing they could hear was their labored breathing. Eloise made a grabby hand to Ivan and pushed Aaron to her side, laying his head on her chest softly. He held onto her hips, entangling their legs. His eyes closed for a moment. Ivan laid his head on the other side, anchoring himself on her waist and squeezing ever so slightly. Aaron opened his eyes, meeting him and giving him a loving peck. Eloise was almost drifting off when the werewolf spoke up.

"You both know that I'm still rock hard, and I'm just letting you both catch your breaths, right?"

"Uh- what?" Ivan peeked at his crotch.

Eloise chuckled "Well, shit. Looks like your plan backfired."

"Sit up. You're both going to make me cum more." He smirked, patting Ivan's ass.

#bunny's writing #moonlight lovers #moonlight lovers headcanons #moonlight lovers smut #moonlight lovers fanfiction #kinktober 2020 #ml aaron #ml ivan #aaron x eloise #ivan x eloise #ivan x aaron #ivan x aaron x eloise #nsfwbunny

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pumaskulls · 25 days

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Updating refs once more! And very happy with how these guys are turning out :3

#my art #my ocs #digital art #character design #procreate #original character art #oc: thena calder #oc: stella calder #oc: epsilon denny #oc: salamander calder #os: bury them quick/deep #artists on tumblr #just 2 more refs and this whole story will be updated yay!#however i cannot focus to save my life lately so who knows when ill get to those last two

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plussizeappreciationfics · 5 years

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OS: The real one

Pairing: Yahya Abudl Mateen II x Plus sized reader

Warning(s): NSFW 18+only, unprotected sex (wrap it up before you back it up)

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Picture(s) found on: Pinterest/Google

“I need to stop this…” you whispered while shaking your head, feeling like an idiot for actually having acted like one. Your eyes were focused on Yahya, your boyfriend of four months. He gave you a disappointed look while shaking his head, the thick tension in the air making it clear that he was angry at you.

“This is an issue we need to discuss, [Y/N]” he said in a sad tone despite his angered emotions. He then joined you on the edge of your bed, his hand gently placed on your thick thigh while his eyes focused on your face. You avoided his intense gaze for a few seconds, feeling tears starting to form in your eyes but quickly blinking them away. Crying wasn’t what you wanted to do right now.

“Please tell me why you’re behaving this way so I can help you fix it. I won’t judge you, babe. I just need to know why you’re sabotaging our relationship” It was undeniable that Yahya was hurt, but he was more than ready to listen and learn why you had been doing the things you did because it was starting to take an ugly turn on your relationship and neither of you was happy about it.

You took a deep breath and looked him back in the eyes again, his beautiful dark brown ones making your heart flutter in your chest. You loved this man to pieces, but your ugly past relationships had caught up on you.

“The reason why I have been self-sabotaging our relationship is because I-…You’re perfect and I feel like I don’t deserve this. Every person I’ve been with has ended up breaking my heart…” the truth was finally out and you felt your heart pound against your ribcage as you knew that you needed to dive deeper into your bad experiences.

Yahya frowned sadly and took your hand in his, kissing the back of it before letting out a disappointed sigh. He had suspected that you had gone through some shitty things with your ex-partners, so finally getting the confirmation wasn’t too pleasant for him.

“I’ve dated people I loved so much that I was willing to change for them, take up new habits and make everything go their way. All that succeeded for a little while…but they eventually stopped making an effort in keeping the relationship alive. I had to give my 100% and get nothing in return.

I spent countless of nights crying myself to sleep because I knew that this would happen. With. Every. Single. Partner. It’s like they all disguised themselves as these perfect angles and the second I agreed to a relationship with them, they removed the façade and revealed that they were just vultures: sucking the love and happiness out of me and leaving me with no energy” you took a deep breath and let your shoulders slump in disappointment.

“It got to the point where I started to believe that I didn’t deserve true happiness, Yahya. That every single lover I’d meet would find a way to break my heart all over again. It took me a long time to realize that nothing of that is true. That I deserve all the love and happiness in the world just like everyone else.

But unfortunately, my old habits have come back stronger than ever since I met you. Because I’ve never felt so much love and joy with anyone but you, babe”. Yahya couldn’t help but lean in and sneak a quick kiss from your delicate, soft lips. “I feel the exact same” he confessed while feeling his heart flutter in his chest.

“You’ve never made me feel worthless, never disrespected me in any way whatsoever and never made me act a fool due to any type of stupid shenanigans. I am terrified because I’m so happy. I keep telling myself that something’s bound to happen that will leave me heartbroken so I started to act out on my feelings” you finished with a shameful sigh.

Ever since getting with Yahya, he had never failed to deliver the love, affection and security you needed and deserved. He was the first guy to ever really love and appreciate you and wish to plan your future together, no bullshit and broken promises. Seeing that he actually was dead serious about his plans with you, the frustrations of him not treating you shitty started to get to your head. When your frustrations hit the peak, you suddenly were a clingy and jealous mess, demanding Yahya’s location and accusing him of cheating on you when he wouldn’t respond to your text messages (because he was obviously working).

Today was supposed to be a date night, but Yahya cancelled it when you tried to pick a fight over a dream you had about him. He watched in great pain and confusion how you tried to explain that your dream was a sign that he was bound to do something hurtful to you. When he didn’t react the way, you wanted (or let’s say how your exes did by yelling and gaslighting you), you finally realized that you had taken things too far.

“[Y/N]” Yahya gently whispered and brought your intertwined hand to his soft lips again, kissing the back of yours while closing his eyes in pain. “I am so sorry for everything you went through. No one should ever go through so much pain to the point where they start believing that it’s what they deserve. No one.

I can finally see through you and I’m not mad at what you’ve done. I’ve shown you countless of times that I truly love you. I want to marry you, have kids with you and grow old with you [Y/N]. But you have to believe me, my words and actions…”

You nodded your head in agreement and already believed in your happily ever after with your boyfriend. Now was the time to stop assuming the worst and finally give into the indescribable emotions he made you feel.

“I’m so sorry for doing the things I did” you apologized and wrapped your arms around Yahya’s neck, feeling at peace in his strong arms. He wrapped his strong arms around your thick waist and nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your delicate scent and immediately feeling like floating on cloud nine.

“It’s okay, baby. I forgive you”.

Hearing those words made your heart swell in your chest, the tension quickly vanished from your body while your lover gently picked you up and threw you in the middle of the bed. The air immediately got thicker once you saw him bite his lip while positioning himself in between your spread legs.

A soft moan escaped your lips while you quickly tugged at your shirt before pulling it over your head and tossing it on to the floor. Your lover did the same with his, your arousal gathering in between your legs the second your eyes landed on his toned upper body. The tight muscles flexing while he then quickly moved to his own shorts and yanked them off.

“Gosh do I want you, [Y/N]” Yahya groaned when you slipped out of your sweatpants and underwear and then palmed his hard length through his boxer briefs. Feeling him twitching in your hand made you let out a soft moan, “Then have me”.

That was all the confirmation your boyfriend needed before he leaned down and placed his hand on either side of your head. The warmth his beautiful body was radiating onto you had your stomach in delicate knots. Feeling him so close and heavy on top of you was pure heaven.

“Look at me” Yahya groaned while removing his boxer briefs with one hand before placing his throbbing thickness at your already drenched entrance. “Please” you begged and grinded your hips upwards, dying to feel him buried deep inside you.

The actor chuckled deeply and then teased your swollen and sensitive clit with the head of his length, the intense feeling leaving you a shuddering mess while you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and dug your nails into his skin.

“Yahya…” you whimpered while staring deeply into his eyes, not knowing for how long you’d be able to handle the delicate teasing.

“[Y/N]” he growled as he looked down and saw that his whole length was covering in your arousal, that being a magnificent look.

Without a further word, he surprised you by slowly sinking into you with one, deep thrust. “Oh!” you cried out and clenched your eyes shut, your inner walls being stretched deliciously. “Oh, baby” Yahya murmured before placing his head in the crook of your neck, a shiver running down his spine as you felt heavenly wrapped around him.

He gave you a good minute to get used to his impressive and throbbing thickness, the tender kisses he left up and down your neck being a beautiful distraction before you felt ready for some friction.

“Move” you gently spoke, making him lift his head and smile down at you. His bright smile made you copy his action while his hips slowly started to move against you, his strokes deep and steady.

The room was quickly filled with your loud love sounds, the delicate sensations of having your boyfriend buried deep inside you leaving you breathless and shaking. The two of only stopped staring at each other to share some passionate, French kisses or when the pleasure become too much, you had to clench your eyes shut and let it wash over you.

“Baby!” you moaned out loud and arched your back, your eyes shut and your legs shaking. Yahya’s throbbing length had just hit your weak spot and that immediately triggered the delicious knot to form in the pit of your stomach.

He felt your inner walls tense up around his length and he had to clench his hands into fists, trying his best not to cum right now in that moment. “I-I’m close” he growled before staring down at your beautiful face that was covered in a light layer of sweat.

He leaned down and captured your soft lips in a kiss so intense that it made your toes curl while the knot in your stomach only got tighter. You had no energy left to make a sound, just kiss the love of your life with the last strength in your body before feeling your orgasm wash over you.

“Ah…” you whimpered in a high note, the earth shattering waves of ecstasy washing over your body, your inner walls clenching themselves around Yahya’s now twitching length. A weak moan left his lips before he also was thrown over the blissful edge, his whole body shaking while he released himself deep inside you.

Yahya fell on top of you, his heavy weight being welcomed by you. Loud panting filled the room while you slowly felt your bodies recover from the breathtaking highs. He still was buried inside you, but you didn’t mind that at all. The moment still felt intimate and beautiful.

“I love you so much, [Y/N]. You’re my person” your boyfriend whispered in the crook of your neck; his arms now wrapped around your thick waist. “I love you too, my person” you whispered back happily, feeling his heartbeat slowly sync with yours while you slowly fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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austennerdita2533 · 4 years

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A/N: Just a Literati trifle in celebration of GG’s 20th Anniversary Week. I still have another chapter or two to write but I wanted to get this out before the event officially ended. (Canon compliant + OS + divergences)

Also here: (AO3)

Enjoy!

xx Ashlee Bree

An Archive of Words Between Us

One day, many weeks into it but still no closer to clarity about what it is between them, Rory does what she does best: she makes a list.

Marked at the beginning, from when she and Jess first met, she soon starts to add to it with frightening regularity. A new entry comes any time there’s news, insight, questions, or growing confusion to report. She writes it all down. Out. She compiles everything in a beat-up old notebook she’s taken to carrying around.

Over the years that follow it becomes a confessional of sorts for her, a still developing story. She reaches for a pen whenever the mood strikes, and writes…then writes some more…

Committing to paper all the things they’ve said to each other over the course of their history, as well as many of the things they didn’t.

- i. things we said when we were strangers -

“Hey, Dodger, wait a minute,” she calls out before he disappears behind the gazebo. “Is this a gimmick of yours? Do you always write margin notes in the books you steal from strangers?”

Jess stops. Casts a cursory glance over his shoulder before turning back around with hands in his hoodie pocket.

“Depends, I guess.”

“On?”

“Does it matter?”

Rory shrugs.“You could be a literature-defacing miscreant on the lam for all I know. Your face might be tacked to Wanted posters all over New York City. I’ve got to edge my bets, protect my assets.”

“What,” he says, “you aiming to sentence me without a trial or something?”

“Thinking about it.”

“Wow. I can’t believe you’re going to bust out the cuffs already, Judge Judy,” he chuckles, raising his hands in supplication before rocking backwards on his heels like he’s been shot. “That’s not very neighborly.”

“Sounds like there’s evidence to be had if I dig a bit.” A pause. A teasing quirk of an eyebrow. “Is there?” she asks.

Though he stays silent at this, a spark of something catches deep in his dark eyes as their gazes meet, and Rory's stomach flips.

“Well?”

“You tell me,” he says, all smooth and inscrutable and James Dean cool as hell.

“I’m no Agent Scully at the FBI, but the truth is out there. Don’t think I won’t uncover it,” Rory replies, her wit flowing strong and sure. “If I think it’s warranted I could hire Kirk to lay chase for a while…he likes detecting. Takes payment in Skittles, too. Boxes of which I will have no trouble acquiring, I assure you.”

“Who the hell’s Kirk?”

“Let me worry about that,” she beams back at him coyly, bouncing the book he’d pilfered earlier against her hip.

“Save your Skittles, concerned citizen. I’m clean.”

“Oh, yeah? And why should I believe you when I hold proof to the contrary?”

“Because—” Ambling backwards in the middle of the street, a crooked smirk forms along the corner of Jess’s mouth as he gives her one last idle loll of his shoulder. “I only leave notes for people who might appreciate them. Start with the one on page three, by the way,” he adds with a farewell salute. “It’s a doozy.”

Curiosity piqued, Rory ignores the warmth in her chest as she watches him turn to leave a second time. Instead, she buries her nose in the margins of Howl and peruses. Losing herself in his tiny blocked script the whole walk home.

- ii. things we said because we were lying to ourselves -

Pacifying the town's fears about their friendship isn’t easy.

Especially not after Jess outbids her boyfriend at the basket-bidding festival to win an afternoon of her company. Or the night he shows up on her doorstep unannounced, bearing food and intellectual discussion after she swears to everybody else she wanted to spend the evening alone. Or when he wrecks her car on their way back from a spontaneous hunt for ice cream cones.

Then there’s the time she misses Lorelai’s graduation because she’s stuck on a bus next to some scruffy-looking creep who spits chew into a soda can while he mumbles the names of state capitals under his breath in an Appalachian-sounding litany, Rory having skipped town impulsively to visit Jess in the Big Apple after Luke had sent him packing because of an accident that had no real bearing or blame. At least not unless it was half hers to share in, too, in any case.

She expends a lot of energy defending what they are to people. Clarifying what they’re not.

Pretty soon a truncated version of the truth skips from her mouth like a message she’s spent months concocting, memorizing, and then recording, with her smart enough not to speak it aloud until it sounds convincing. And it does. She makes sure of it.

Tensions abate after that, for a time. Mostly because of the distance.

Mom and Dean, in particular, seem to breathe easier with so much of it stretched between them. They’re much happier once Jess is no longer there to lurk around Luke’s, or clog the aisles of Doose’s, or stake out chalkperson outlines on the sidewalks of town where he can draw her closer to him. Too close for comfort, as far as anyone else is concerned. Even if his only aim in doing so had been to imbibe her in intellectual conversation.

Rory finds it funny how his absence from Stars Hollow makes it both easier and harder for her to placate everyone’s misgivings. The words may be simple to say, but the meaning behind them feels deflated. Half-bodied at best.

Like calculus, it causes her headaches. Forces her to work twice as hard to make everyone believe she doesn’t care that he’s gone and likely never coming back again. That the vacant space he’s left behind doesn’t sting whenever her gaze passes over it, remembering.

Exhausting though it is, however, she does her best. She makes the effort.

She starts by dolling out extra attention and assurances to Dean about her commitment to him. To their relationship. Then she pivots around mention of Jess’s existence to her mom because she knows she doesn’t approve of him let alone agree about any of his good qualities. With Lane, she focuses on school and Mrs. Kim and music they can add to her floorboard collection. And in front of Luke, so as not to burden him with more disappointment, she acts as if nothing is different. Pretends that nothing much has changed.

Omission quickly becomes a habit for Rory. A way of life.

Only once does exposure threaten to spoil everything when her mom confronts her openly one afternoon about a placeholder that’s slipped out of her copy of For Whom The Bell Tolls.

“It’s nothing,” Rory says as she makes a quick grab for it in the kitchen and blushes.

“Really? Because nothing to me looks a hell of lot like a paper plate fragment. One that’s smudged in pizza grease and blue scribbles.” Laughing, completely unaware of her daughter’s wide-eyed discomfort and humiliation, Lorelai hands it back to her without inspecting it closely. “I’m surprised by your choice is all. Messy and makeshift isn’t your typical bookmark M.O., hun.”

“Yeah, well, that’s what happens when Paris accosts you at the break bell. You drop things. People jump, drinks spill. Beloved bookmarks go soaring…”

“Ah. I take it she was yelling in dog decibels again?”

“More like she put out an APB on all aliens living a few hundred million lightyears away and then gave them exact shouting coordinates for where to find her. So same difference, really.”

Her mom snorts. Passes over the ranch dressing.

“She’s a pill, that one. I’m telling you Pink wrote that song with her in mind.” Shaking her head, Lorelai closes the fridge behind her as she bites into another French fry. “So how’d you come by the plate?” she asks, her mouth full.

“It was spontaneous. I was running late so I nicked it from the cafeteria on my way out,” Rory lies, knowing full well Chilton never dispenses paper or plastic dishes for dining.

“Oh.” Her mom considers this. “Well, I suppose there were times even Madeleine Albright couldn’t find anything better to use in a pinch. That was very…replateful of you.”

“What can I say,” she exhales with relief, feigning amusement as her fib is accepted with alacrity, “the Forks was with me.”

“Only the Forks? Don’t tell me you’re leaving out the spoons and the knives. How could you?” says Lorelai, aghast, as she scoops stray kitchen utensils to press them against her chest in a bodily cuddle. “It’s cutlery discrimination!”

“No, it’s punning.”

“Says who?”

“Me.” A pause. A nibble of pizza. “Also, Shakespeare would agree.”

“Psssh, Shakespeare! That old killjoy,” her mom says dismissively, rolling her eyes in good humor as she tucks a box of strawberry Pop Tarts under her armpit and motions toward the living room. “What’s that you have written on the inside there, anyway? French? Calculus? Rolling Stone lyrics? A blueprint for the evil plan you’ve hatched to shoot Grandma to the moon? I’m dying to know.”

Waving her off, Rory tucks the shard back into the spine of her book where it belongs. Hiding it from view. “It’s for school,” she assures her as they settle onto the sofa.

“So tell me about it. I don’t care if it’s boring.”

“Pass.”

“Come on! I could use a good Chilton-instigated snooze.”

“Too bad. No beauty naps for you.”

Lorelai pouts, fake affronted. “Rude!”

(Turns out that ‘shard,’ that ‘thing for school’ which is stuck between the pages of Rory’s Hemingway, isn’t boring at all. In fact, it has a history. A story. The truth is it’s a souvenir she’s saved ever since she and Jess talked books over pizza at Antonioli’s on basket-bidding day.

Toward the end of the meal he’d ripped off a piece of plate so he could jot down his phone number and a quote. Only sliding it into her hand, folded in half, crinkled up like a note passed between desks at school, in the moments before they parted ways and headed home.

It’s stupid she’s kept it. She realizes that now. Stupider still to slip it between the pages of each new book she reads or unfurl it in the privacy of her bedroom to puzzle out if the line he’d included from A Moveable Feast is meant to have double meaning:

“We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and [liked] each other,” it reads.

Stupidest of all, she can’t seem to bring herself to stop looking at it. To throw the darn thing away. A note…a number…a greasy sliver of paper plate!)

“Like I said, Mom,” Rory swallows before smiling over at her convincingly, “it’s nothing. Really.”

- iii. things we said on the verge (of something) -

In early June, Sookie’s wedding day arrives.

Things are static again. Serene. Normal.

Granted, slight changes do sprinkle into the mix here and there because of her dad’s presence, because Dean holds her a little tighter around the waist now than he once did, but mostly it’s the same here as it’s always been. Pleasant people fade into gossip and nonsense while fun blurs into peculiarity.

Life feels simple once more. A tad plain and colorless, maybe, but simple.

Then Jess returns to town on a whim or a fluke or a who the devil knows what he’s thinking and everything goes sideways, pear-shaped, belly-up-and-down in seconds because this is the last thing she’d been been expecting and suddenly the only thing that registers is the length of the grass plus the number of steps it will take to close the distance between them. All that matters is he’s here, he’s back, he’s near enough to touch, and she’s smiling so hard she can hardly breathe as she drinks him in from head to foot like a glutton: her pulse leaping, her heart lurching free from the cage of her chest.

The whole world tilts. Collapses. The pale yellow of the sun shines down like a spotlight so it’s only a rippling alcove she sees. Just him, just her. Just them canopied beneath these flittering fronds of green.

Any rational thought Rory possesses scatters across the wind with the pollen. And then before she knows it, the ground tilts out like a ramp underfoot.

It pushes her forward. Outward. Sliding her toward him until she’s thrust and tangled in his arms with no memory at all of how she got there, or why their mouths feel so hot and wanton like this, so damn unsatisfied. It all seems impossible considering they’re still pressed together in a kiss that can only be described in one way: illicit.

“Not a word,” Rory pants when they stop and Jess pulls back, his jaw taut, his expression shuttered, to nod once understanding.

“Okay,” he says.

“Promise me.” The huskiness of her voice feels at odds with this demand, with the trembling fist she still has curled in the lapel of his jacket, but she cannot think about her stinging mouth or his tongue right now so she clings to desperation instead. “Can you do that?”

“Okay,” he repeats, all eyes, eyes, eyes. And with that single look, she forgets to breathe let alone digest anything he’s promised.

In the end, it’s an impulse that overtakes them not a decision. It’s a moment of clandestine passion they share, not a confession that will alter the circumstances any.

And yet it’s guilt, not regret, that begins to pull like an anchor in her belly until she’s running in shoes that chafe the back of her heels. It’s terror and confusion, not apology, that ripples along her nerve endings until she’s dashing through the trees like a coward or a swindler because she needs to believe behind her there’s still a haven of black and white she can cross with both feet.

Only when Rory stops does she feel the change. Does she discern the difference. It takes one sting, one breathless stitch in her side, for her to know she’s tumbled forward into color without noticing.

Looking down, and there it is. His name already singed across her chest in scarlet letters.

- iv. things we whispered on the hood of your car -

“Tell me something no else knows.”

“About what?” he asks around midnight the following April, the two of them sprawled on the hood of his car at a deserted rest stop off the I-95 on their way back from a concert in the city.

“You, silly.”

“Funny you’re thinking about penning my biography already, Churchill. I’m honored, truly, but aren’t I too young for that sort of enumeration?”

With a roll of her eyes plus a protracted har-har, Rory lifts their intertwined hands, watching, mesmerized, as their fingers thread then unthread as they lay side-by-side parked beneath the Big Dipper in this forsaken parking lot. Though they’ve been together about six months now, prying Jess open has been slow work. It’s like taking a crowbar to cement: one chip, one crack, one crumble at a time.

“Stop deflecting, Mariano,” she warns. “Evasion’s for chumps.”

“Fine,” he sighs. She presses a kiss of reward against his knuckles before curling tighter into his side. “How about this: every year roughly sixteen hundred people in New York City are bitten by other humans.”

“Bitten?”

“Yep.”

“Why?”

“That’s just it,” he says in his best horror story voice, “could be vampires, could be cranky commuters, could be urban mania or road rage…nobody knows.”

“Oh, please. As if I’d let you off the hook with that obvious dodge. You’re killin’ me here, Smalls!” Rory says with an elbow rib and tsk. “Second of all, you so made that biting thing up.”

When she edges her head back onto his shoulder to look at him, Jess drags his pointer finger down her forehead before bopping her affectionately on the nose, his expression neutral.

“Didn’t you?” He shrugs in that cute off-the-cuff way of his then smirks into her hairline. “That’s unbelievable!”

“It is what it is.”

“So, what,” she says as she throws her leg over his hip to lug him closer, her arm already stretched out across his middle, “is there a case of zombiepox going around that the CDC has neglected to inform us about? Because I’ve got to tell you if that’s so then I’ll need an inoculation ASAP, mister! Frazzled, bloodshot, and half-rotted is not a good look for me. It just isn’t.”

“Oh, I know.”

“Hey!” she exclaims.

“No offense, critter of Frankenstein,” he chuckles, absorbing her retaliatory swat with a grunt and rolling her further on top of him, “but I’ve seen you pre-coffee. It isn’t pretty. We’re talkin’ bolts out your neck, monster glares, frothing purple mouth and everything.”

“Yeah, yeah. Keep up your running tally and you might find I bite you next. Rory the Ripper does have a nice alliterative ring to it—you best remember that,” she warns all narrowed eyes and silky breath and arms folded under her chin.

Jess cocks his left eyebrow, brushes his thumb over her bottom lip. “Idle threats don’t scare me, Gilmore.”

“They should.”

“Maybe.” A lazy grin forms at the edges of his mouth. “But yours don’t.”

“Fine,” she blows out a breath. With her head resting in the center of his chest, Rory fixes him with one long steady look, her voice dropping an octave lower as it drains free of sarcasm to assume a more serious edge. “Name one thing that does then. That scares you, I mean,” she says.

He doesn’t answer right away. In fact, he fidgets so long beneath her that by the time he settles with his hands clasped behind his head, lost in thought and translation, peering up at the sky, she’s half convinced that silence or deflection is the best she can hope to expect from him in reply.

Reticence is a quality she’s come to recognize in Jess. It’s one she can reflect back at him in part because they’re both cut from the same quiet, introspective cloth. However, it’s also one that restricts her access to his thoughts and feelings when she most wants it, and that can take a toll. Makes her wonder if they’re parked at different weigh stations in this relationship or not.

It’s bizarre to reconcile how she can understand him so well in some contexts, to the point where she can predict his next reaction or sense a good joke hanging in the periphery that's about to descend; while in others, he’s a total head-scratcher. Like a Sudoku puzzle with numbers that don’t add up to anything.

The silence between them continues to stretch. It becomes an awkward, formless wall.

The stillness, too, which is illuminated only by the light of the moon and the faint din of the car radio, hangs between them until he draws her up his body and folds her over him with a green plaid blanket. His fingers tracing languid strokes up and down her spine.

“Swans,” he says at last, his tone subdued. Scratchy. “Swans scare me.”

“What else?”

“Tennis balls. They’re too small and fast as they zip past. I hate how they can leave imprints on your face like ugly yellow snitches.”

“Okay then. Weird but fair. What else?” Rory asks all warmth and eagerness, her eyes searching his for something he wouldn’t want to slip free.

“Pennywise.” Though she snickers at that, it’s a valid fear. Clowns unsettle her, too. Evil ones especially. She’d had nightmares for eight months after she’d read Stephen King’s It for the first time, and had taken to sleeping with the bedside lamp on for years.

“Anything more?” she asks.

“Cricket bats.”

“Ooh-ho!” Poking him, “So Mrs. Kim got to you, did she?”

“Listen, I tried to be cool and unaffected but who knows what would’ve become of my head if she’d taken a swing with that thing?” Jess shudders at the same time she imagines Humpty Dumpty and laughs. “Jeez.”

“Things would’ve gotten messy,” she adds honestly.

He stalls a moment, then blinks back at her all wariness to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “How messy are we talking here?”

Rory cocks her head and bites the corner of her mouth, musing. “Think pumpkins.”

“Smashed ones?”

“Yep.”

“Figures,” he mutters miserably.

With an encouraging pat, “Don’t worry, I would’ve stepped in before Mrs. Kim buried your handsome yet indignant face beneath the floorboards or behind a brick wall in the catacombs with Fortunato. It’s the least I could do since I sort of like you and all.”

“Sort of?” Jess asks.

“Yeah. I’m no unreliable narrator girlfriend who'd escort you to your doom, you see. I’d much prefer to keep you,” she says with an adoring grasp and swivel of his chin, which he deflects by tickling her breathless as she bends down over him.

“Gee thanks, Casper. Nice to know you care about me.”

“Not about you exactly,” she teases, her flip-floppy giggles still piercing the air. “Just your head.”

That stops him. “My head, huh?”

“Sure.” Still a little breathless, she reaches toward him to fist her fingers through thick black tendrils along his nape. “It’s pretty.” She gives the strands a little tug. “Full of thoughts I’m hoping to pilfer for further study.”

“You know, I always thought there was some hoodlum in your DNA. Now I’m convinced,” he says as he leans over to commence the tickling again. “And you will pay."

The two of them continue to roll then thump against his windshield all elbows and knees until the levity starts to leaden and transform. As Jess reaches over to cup her cheek, their gazes meet in the silvery darkness and hold, kindling like flint.

Quiet washes over them again for a moment. Only this time, it’s bloated; it’s heavy. It’s a mess of a hundred thousand decipherable something’s teetering on the precipice of expression.

A flicker of alarm passes over his features as he frames her face with his hands, palms flat against the car. He hovers aloft, unsure. Indecision mixes with fear to tangle with retreat even as gravity beckons him nearer, his head dropping low enough for their foreheads to touch.

“I sort of like you, too, you know,” Jess breathes softly, his lips lowering to press against her mouth in a quick but lingering kiss. “A lot.” His jaw clenches. “Maybe too much.”

Suddenly there’s a tightrope pulled taut and vibrating in every direction because there’s no shrinking back from the dense electricity pulsating between them. There’s no more room to dance around unnamed emotion whenever it identifies itself in blown pupils, in a bobbing Adam’s apple, in hands that slip and slide until they fit together like aligning planets.

In that instant Rory knows. She knows right then and there she’s falling in love with him, that she’s half fallen already. And it’s both a revelation and a fact so natural she can feel the truth of it whistling from deep in her bones.

Looking nervous, vulnerable, more fragile than she’s ever seen him, he swallows hard then shifts to squint out at the shadowy tree line while scratching at his nape. “It’s just…so many people have treated me like garbage that all I know how to do is spoil things. I destroy, Rory—ruin what’s good. It’s what I do best. It’s all I know. I’m trying here and all, but I…don’t know how to do this,” he says, gesturing lamely between them. “How to do us right.”

“Hey now,” she thumbs his cheek, tries to turn his head back toward her but it won’t budge, and neither will he. “That’s my boyfriend you’re talking about. Go easy on him, will you?” He nods into her palm, softening a little. The tension leaves his body as he gathers her in his arms again, her head conforming to the crook of his neck, but she’s not convinced all is well yet.

“There’s no rulebook or anything,” Rory says placatingly. “We’ll figure it out together, okay? You and me.”

“Yeah.”

“We will,” she says with an emphatic, assuring squeeze. “I know we will.”

With a caustic laugh, a heavy sigh, he runs his teeth over his lip, “I’m a screw up, Rory.”

“Hey. Not true.”

“I am.” Jess sounds so resigned, so convinced, it ties her into knots thinking he sees himself that way.

“Not to me, you’re not.”

“No,” he says with a deadened inflection, with a sad downturn of his mouth. “Not to you.”

Frowning, she feels his cynicism, his self-deprecation, descend like a slash across the gut. Helpless to do anything but try to be a soft place for him and his insecurities to land, she pulls him toward her, embracing him, quieting him, caring for him more with each passing second even though a warning gong goes off in her heart when she leans in to steal another kiss.

“Maybe I’m not a screw up to you yet,” he whispers, “but I could be at another time. On another day.”

“Stop,” Rory declares forcefully, holding her finger against his lips so he knows she means it.

Jess relents. “Okay,” he sighs. “Just know I’ll get it if you change your mind.”

- v. things we cried out at a crossroads -

Strained.

Silent.

Distant.

Those are the best adjectives to describe the status of her and Jess’s relationship as the bus pulls away from the curb a couple weeks later. After the party from hell. From her place on the sidewalk, her chest full of a heaviness she can’t name, Rory stares after it - after him - with little to no regard for the hour’s lateness or for the morning bell which signals the start of homeroom.

It’s the middle of May. That means finals, graduation, and summer loom on the periphery but she doesn’t care. None of it resonates. In the background she can hear Paris barking orders at a few trembling freshman and minted sophomores, but she does nothing to intervene. She makes no move to prevent her frenemy’s yellow journalistic splatter from crushing the innocents to smithereens.

Instead, she watches the hum and bump of the vehicle’s dusty rubber wheels as they roll down the street. She tracks the plume of smoke swirling from the exhaust pipe into the sky, which clouds over with blacks and grays instead of with clearing blues and radiant yellows. She waits until the bus turns left, its engine loud, roaring, to putt around the corner. Disappearing from view.

I hope he calls later, she thinks with a pang, with an iota of hope. We need to talk soon.

Rory’s eyes want to keep traveling with him long after he’s gone. So do her feet. They seek to follow along wherever Jess has gone, to ride beside him until they’re able to make sense of this mess between them and fix it. Fix them again.

Unfortunately for them both, they don’t. And it’ll be some time before they can, let alone before they do.

#gilmore girls #gilmore girls fanfiction #literati #literati fanfiction #ggturns20 #gganniversaryweek #ashlee bree's writing endeavors #it needs editing #but hopefully it's not as awful as i'm imagining it to be #*bites knuckles and hides*

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- My Baby Does Me -

Finally I can publish the translation made by @painkiller80 of my os Deacury with fem!Fred. Hope you like it!

Pairing: Melina Mercury x John Deacon

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John has to make up for a lot of things, first of all, the way he ran away in the middle of the new album’s recording session, leaving the band with a simple note on his bass guitar in the recording studio.

This is why Melina finds herself, for two days now, enjoying his company, in a wonderful private villa with the best view in Bali.

John showed up days ago at London’s studios, back from his escapade, with a simple white envelope and two first-class flight tickets. Melina was the only one there, ready to let out one of her best outburst he had ever seen, but after seeing him again, so beautiful and relaxed, desperately seeking an apology, all she could do was to accept to spend few days together.

To hell with Brian and Roger.

She knows exactly why she cannot be seriously angry with the man, among the four of them, John is the one who, the most, needs his personal space and even if he chose to show it childishly, she can’t blame him.

Her pride still strongly raging inside her, she’s the leader and a strong woman despite all, but she finds impossible to resist him, she loves him too much.

Once discarded her own façade, Melina decides to treat herself with this impromptu holiday. She deserves it as anyone else, she deserves to be pampered in one of the best resort on the island, and she deserved all the attention of her own bass-player.

The sunset hides behind the palm-trees while a light sea breeze moves their branches, its light follows the outline of the reef that contains a little private beach; the fine white sand slowly turning cold giving a sweet soft feeling under her feet. She wore her best bikini, a black high-cut little number with a tight top that covers the bare minimum, her purpose is clear; she wants to be absolutely suggestive and flirty but just for John’s eyes.

Her deep black hair is styled in soft curls, still slightly damp from the recent showers, like the rest of her sun-kissed body.

She wears a bit of makeup, kajal to emphasize her cat-like eyes, plump lips with just a touch of gloss to make them shiny and needy and a little gold necklace, long enough to sit at the top of her plunging neckline, just like a little and innocent bait.

Melina walks slowly, swinging her hips, to the center of their beach where a king-size canopy bed is. She literally throws herself in the middle of it and adjust herself slowly, just like a cat that waits for her master, sinking her head between the fresh clean pillows; clearly aware on how to pose in the exact moment she heard footstep behind her, eyeing John’s profile on her right when he appears a few moments later.

He’s breathtaking,

His skin lightly tanned it glows in the afternoon sun and makes him so much inviting even if he wears a simple short-sleeves shirt and pale shorts; Melina regrets his choice to cut his beautiful curls though

The echo of his perm slightly remains on the short hair. He seems more mature, a man although still younger than her, she finds him dominant but in a sweetly gentle way.

John has a quite charming gaze that already makes her feel like a helpless prey while carrying a welcomed surprise, two whiskey glasses and the best Tequila around, just fresh from the fridge because Melina could clearly see few little drops of moisture on the bottom.

He smiles at her, a sincere and childish smile, one of his bests and eyes her.

- Hello, kitten – he says stepping up on the wooden platform first and then on the bed, approaching her on his knees. She offers him a lingering smile, enjoying those little chest hair that appears from the slightly unbuttoned shirt.

- I should be still very angry with you, you know? – she murmurs, feigning offence, turning her head away from him but letting the other continue to enjoy the view of her body. Soon a pair of fingers graze her chin, making her face him, his sweet eyes eats her up slowly. He lightly strokes one of her cheek with his fingertip still saying anything; just watching her like it was the most valuable treasure he ever found, totally in awe of her beauty.

John kisses her slowly, caressing her lips with his, she extends her neck a bit to deepen the contact, open her mouth to let, even for a bit, him slip his tongue inside. It feels fresh, suddenly that light touch cause a hot shiver that goes straight in her lower abdomen.

When they break apart, john’s eyes burning with such an intense passion that she could feel her blood boil. She smiles and places her hand to caress the portion of bare chest and John inhale deeply at that.

- Now I understand why you ran away..- She said while looking briefly at the landscape before her – it’s a dream. The perfect dream-

Melina closes her eyes for a moment when John’s hand creeps into her hair, lightly scratching the skin.

- Never as much as this bikini, God! Mel ..you’re..- He stops himself trying to find the right words. So she decides to take advantage of the situation stretching and lifting her arms above her head holding the pillow, making her breast brushing against John’s body. He sighs deeply and a light growl escapes from his throat, the hand that was in her hair now rest on her hip.

- I am…what?- she murmurs letting him enjoy the view, bringing her face close to his neck just to leave a quick wet peck near his Adam’s apple and watches him swallow nervously, she giggles, proud to make such effect on him.

When she returns flat back on the mattress, the bassist’s hand tightens his grip a little on her hip absently sliding under her bikini bottom.

- Stunning – he whispers with a grin, stepping away just to take the two glasses.

Melina purrs like a cat while lifting herself up and leaning on her elbows, taking one of the glasses filled now with tequila.

When she swallows the first sip, she squints and curl her nose, making the other giggle.

She didn’t have to ask for another round since the glass is promptly refilled, and she raises an eyebrow amused.

She has a quite fun idea in her head now and John notice that.

He tilts his head on the side, settling better next to her, so he can almost intertwine his legs with hers.

Melina let a light chuckle, searching for cuddles that soon follows. She bares her neck to him letting his hand drove slowly on the hot skin and down to the side of her left breast.

- What’s on your mind, little kitty? – He asks, while she still smiles seductively at him, firmly holding the glass in her hand.

- Oh..you know..- She starts, biting her own lower lip – there are better ways to drink such an expensive tequila… - deliberately hanging on her words - like this one…-

John frowns a little, and she finds it adorable when he does that, watching him thinking and failing to understand what she’s talking about.

- A hint… – he asks then – maybe? – watching her expectantly.

The singer then points at her décolletage with a nod of her chin whilst allusively looking at him. She playfully rolls her eyes when he still doesn’t get it, so she points again the same spot but now with her own glass.

The bassist seems to finally understand and accidentally sucking in a breath, then parting a little his mouth in a smirk.

- Seriously? – he giggles, suddenly stopping and let out a little whimper when he sees Melina pouring all of her glass content on his breast.

On the other end, she shivers a little when the cold hits her hot skin making her nipples instantly hardening against her top. Putting on a little show, she closes her eyes, moaning softly and biting on her lower lip.

When she looks back at him, she has her best smile on, white teeth stand out between her plump lips.

- Seriously – Melina answers in a low voice, looking directly at John still speechless by her bold move. A lustful gaze in her eyes.

But soon she finds herself cheerful chuckling when her beloved’s mouth is on her chest, following all the little drops, licking, sucking and biting slowly her golden skin.

She lewdly sighs when he starts to squeeze one of her boobs in his hand, taking the soaked pendant between his teeth; she moans louder at the sight, his lips slightly parted and shiny. When he let go of it he goes back to explore her skin inch by inch, promptly shutting her up when he moves up to devour her lips, leaving her a trembling mess when he presses his body closer to hers. When they break apart with a wet pop, John focuses on her chest again, biting slowly on her neck.

- Squeeze your boobs together, love.– he sternly orders, blowing cold air on a fresh hickey; she didn’t need to be told twice and forcibly grab her breast pushing it towards the center forming a little cup, making her necklace disappear. John takes advantage of the situation, grab the liquor and pour a generous amount on her, careful to soak completely her bikini top too.

Melina lay her head against the pillow when John crashes his mouth on her chest to lavishly drink all that amber juice, moving quickly to the little swollen nipples pressed against the fabric, biting and sucking over the thin layer.

- D-Deaky – she stutters, now at the mercy of pleasurable shivers, feeling them flow between her legs, her bikini bottoms already ruined. John, on the other hand, keeps on teasing relentlessly on that exact spot, burying his nose in that soft, firm and perfect flesh of her breast. When he stops his sweet torture on the left one, Melina could see a tiny string of saliva that hangs off John’s lower lip, he immediately focuses on the needy other.

- Johnny – she whines, starting to rub her thighs together – c’mon..John – she moans louder, clearly turned on when she feels more tequila poured on her, this time on her abdomen, she could feel the liquid run down and slowly ooze on the sides of her narrow waist.

John slips towards her navel starting to lick it down, making her giggle at first. However, that dies down in the very instant when he slowly spread her legs putting himself in the middle of them. She’s so damn wet and it’s all his fault.

When he looks up to her, Melina’s breath hitches, and she doesn’t dare to speak, she’s just waiting for the next move; the bassist barely smirk while he tugs on her panties, sliding them down on her sides and off completely. She has no shame on obediently open her legs more while stares at him fiercely she realizes that she still squeezing her breasts involuntarily pinching on her nipples. She feels so warm it’s almost unbearable; John still stare at her, probably thinking on what to do next, but let her watch meanwhile his shirt flies on the floor next to her bottoms and can hear her holding her breath.

- You’re so…beautiful – she sighs, making him slightly blush in an instant, in contrast with appearance, now much more masculine than when they met.

He still is and always be her little Deaky.

That brief moment of tenderness dies down when John drinks the last sip of tequila in his glass, without swallowing it. Melina tries to say something, anything but words dies in her throat when she feels the bassist’s mouth against her pussy and the cool of the alcohol hit her clit.

She throws her head back, opening her legs more, if possible and enjoying every single lick and bite on her wet cunt, going crazy for that sweet torture. John mutters against hers, his nose deep in the thick dark hairs and his tongue rhythmically works on her outer labia.

She’s losing her mind, pushing her heels on the mattress and slowly lifting her hips towards that wonderful mouth more, but the bassist’s hands forcefully keeping her down at the mercy of his attack.

- J-John..God!..John..ah! – She cries desperately in need for more contact, moaning loudly when John working deep in her and a finger goes on her clit.

When both mouths clash on a new and hungry kiss, Melina can taste herself on his tongue, the faint taste of the Tequila mixed with the sweet taste of her juices make her collapse completely.

- Am I forgiven? – John quickly asks, still breathless, caressing her face lightly damp with sweat, pushing her hair away from her neck to leave a small bite; Melina arches a bit, pressing her breast against his, feeling the hint of chest hairs, and she rolls her eyes in pleasure.

- Oh…y-you should ..try more…for that – she affirms, trying to regain control over her body, failing miserably, her muscles still trembling and her voice weak. But she manages to slide a hand between their bodies and grand his crotch, his erection painfully hard, ready to be freed – You have to work harder than that to have my forgiveness –

John grins before lightly biting her on her chin, it doesn’t take long before they are completely naked against each other, Melina’s skimpy bikini bra now rests next to the bassist’s shirt and pants on the floor.

- You know I love you, Mel, more than my life.. – He whispers almost without breath against the singer’s neck when he slowly sinks inside her.

- I know stupid,..i..- she says weakly -..know –

She clings with both hands on his shoulders, feeling his muscles vigorously move under her fingertips.

- Forgive me, love - He rasps, making her smiles uncontrollably while she closes her eyes.

He doesn’t wait for an answer, now fully sheathed into her, and start to quicken his pace, gripping on her hips while his forehead rests on hers.

- Mel...fuck...i missed you- He whines, propping himself on his knees and taking one of her legs on his shoulder; the position allows him to go deeper.

- John...oh...- She mumbles, almost unable to speak, letting herself go completely at the mercy of her sweet boy who, now, worship her body like she is some kind of pagan goddess.

She had missed him too.

They continue to make love and to make up on the lost time while the sun dies behind the shore, and the light breeze of the night caress their sweaty bodies.

#deacury #melina mercury #fem!freddie mercury #fan fiction #dailyart #dailyphoto

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dapper-ships-herself · 4 years

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Should you fight my f/os?

Tagged by @megane-shipping @rose-wine-selfships @firebird-inkheart

I have many f/os, so this isn't all of them but I still did a fair number of 'em.

Also the rating system confused me but I did my best.

Dazai: He looks pretty scrawny, and while he is a pretty good fighter fighter through skill he isn't the physically strongest opponent, but you still wouldn't be able to beat him. He'd come up with some sort of plan where you'd probably think you'd won but then you turn around and oop no Dazai won. How does that work? Who fucking knows.

No fighting Dazai. 2/10

Erza Scarlet: She will kick your ass with the power of friendship and her eighteen thousand swords. Are you kidding me? She's queen of the fairies, no way. Beating her up only inspires her to win for the sake of her guild.

No fighting Erza. 1/10

Shinobu Kocho: She will poison you with a smile on her face. Unless your name is Douma, I would not recommend (ouch).

No fighting Shinobu. 4/10

Chuuya Nakahara: if you're looking to get crushed by a manlet in a fancy hat, then go for it. He's quite possibly one of the strongest ability users out there, but tell him Dazai called him a nerd or whatever and he'll fly into a rage that you can either use to your advantage or will result in you being crushed faster.

No fighting Chu-tan. 1/10

Yosano Akiko: Holy shit what? You're going to fight her? She will hack you to pieces, put you back together, and then repeat, repeat, repeat until she has to go and catch a sale.

No fighting Yosano. 4/10

Howard Phillips Lovecraft: You have a chance so long as he continues to give into his tiredness, he may simply lay there while you beat the shit out of him. Make sure you keep him from going all eldritch monstrocity on your ass though.

Not advised to fight Lovecraft. 3/10

Edgar Allen Poe: He's baby, why would you fight him? I know his best friend is a raccoon and he looks like he hadn't been outside since he was a baby, but what would you accomplish by fighting him?

To remain a decent person no fighting Poe. 5/10

Mark Twain: He's allergic to wearing shirts properly and thinks he's all buff and stuff, but you can punch him in the eye and knock him the fuck out. His little doll friends ain't gonna do shit. So long as you get too close for him to snipe you, you've got this.

Fight Mark. 7/10

Margaret Mitchell: I would really rather you not, she's napping. If you did, though, be ready to get caught in your own personal tornado while she rants about restoring her families honor. Unless your name is Akutagawa, be careful.

Not advised to fight Margaret. 5/10

Higuchi Ichiyo: She's certainly not the most formidable opponent, but she would gladly cut a thousand bitches for the sake of getting senpai to notice her.

You could fight Higuchi but it's not advised. 6/10

Gin Akutagawa: You wouldn't even hear her coming. The thought of fighting her would be brand new and then whoops, you've got a knife to the throat. She's not a leader of the black lizards for no reason.

Not advised to fight Gin. 4/10

Beelzebub: There is a chance that he would literally eat you, but for the most part while he is a big, beefy demon, he's also a teddy bear; he'd probably let you punch him over and over with a straight face. Stay away from his food and you should be fine.

Maybe fight Beelzebub. 6/10

Mammon: On one hand, he is the second most powerful of his brothers, he could easily destroy you. On the other hand, boy gets beat up verbally and physically by his brothers every damn day and has a mountain of insecurities, poke at those and you could probably win. Or make him even more mad. It's a gamble with the avatar of greed, my guy.

Maybe fight Mammon but not advised. 5/10

Jae-ha: He's a quick fellow, and his aim with those daggers is pretty spot on, it'd be very difficult and your best chance would be to try and ground him so he can't use his dragon leg. Although, he's a pervert and would probably like getting beat up, so you could win simply by that

Not advised to fight Jae-ha unless he's feeling especially nasty: 5/10

Chain Sumeragi: She can literally make herself completely undetectable and then stick her hand through you to play with your insides, unless you can get past that somehow, you're fucked.

No fighting Chain. 3/10

Steven Alan Starphase: He will Esmeralda Blood Freeze you before you can even blink and the shatter you into ice cubes for his drink. He ain't afraid to get his hands dirty.

No fighting Steven. 3/10

The Happy Huntresses: They're an experienced team of top of their class huntresses; four badasses trained not only to fight people but also giant evil monsters.

No fighting the happy huntresses. 4.5/10

Meis and Gueira: I mean they look decently tough with those bikes and the armor and the fire, but everytime we see them in a fight they get their asses handed to them in like two seconds. Best to be equiped with a fire extinguisher or like some ice cubes to chuck at 'em.

Maybe fight them. 6/10

Aizawa Shouta: Your best bet is to catch him in the middle of a nap, but please be so careful not to wake him up, he's most likely be so cranky that he'd forget he's a hero and snap your neck.

Not advised to fight Aizawa. 5/10

Idia Shroud: His scrawny ass barely ever leaves his room, he hasn't lifted anything heavier than his phone ever, he's a flaming stick basically.

You could fight Idia. 7/10

Sesshomaru: He has very little mercy to spare and has killed a great deal of people and demons.

No fighting Sesshomaru. 2/10

Annie January: She is capable of blinding and throwing you across the room with a beam of light from her hands and can lift like thirty two times her bodyweight. Unless you also have superpowers, would not recommend.

Not advised to fight Annie. 5/10

Byleth: She's a skilled fighter on her own, but she also has an army of feral students ready to beat the shit out of anyone who messes with their proffessor.

No fighting Byleth. 4/10

Shatina: Her greatest joy is beating people up and watching them bleed, she steps on and torments even her closest allies on a near daily basis. She would crush you and the go right back to drinking.

No fighting Shatina. 4/10

Maeve: I'm actually not sure what kind of fighting ability she has, but why would you want to hurt a goddess?

No fighting Maeve. 5/10

Ban: He's a member of one of the strongest groups of fighters in the land, and he's able to almost immediately regenerate after any and all damage. Also, he's like 10 feet tall, what are you going to do? Chew on his ankles until they snap off? They grow right back.

No fighting Ban. 4/10

Joxter: Fucking feral cat man, too lazy to fight back. Kick his ass.

Fight Joxter. 8/10

Shigure Sohma: Please fight Shigure, please. I will put my bet on you and watch.

Please fight Shigure. 9/10

Vodka: She's used to fighting giant fallen angels, she'd have no trouble kicking your ass and looking good while doing it. Also, she could simply send her hawk Andre to peck out your eyes before she even has to do any work.

Not advised to fight Vodka. 5.5/10

Jordan 'JD' Davies: They're the Jersey Devil. Literally, the Jersey Devil. They'd burn you to a crisp with their fire powers. But, your chances of victory aren't zero if you could find a way to deal with that. They're strong, but you could find a way with a fist fight. Fuck knows they deserve to be fought.

You probably shouldn't but fight JD anyways. 7/10

Zoro: You're going to fight a guy who wields three swords? One of which he sticks in his mouth? He's clearly crazy. Also I'm pretty sure he cuts a mountain in half at some point or something like that? So there's that to take into consideration. You're best bet would be to also be amazing with swords.

No fighting Zoro. 3/10

Nami: She's not the most powerful out of all of all of her crew, but if you beat her you will leave afterwards and notice that your wallet and all your valuables that you had on you are missing and she's already sailing away.

You could fight Nami but you will be poor afterwards. 7/10

Mollymauk Tealeaf: Hasn't he been through enough?

No fighting Molly please. 5/10

Zora: She will turn you into a literal baby, how do you plan on beating her up as an infant with your chubby lil baby hands?

No fighting Zora: 4/10

And I wanted to include some familial too

Yukichi Fukuzawa: Have you seen him fight with a sword? You won't even see him draw it.

No fighting Fukuzawa. 2/10

Ogai Mori: He will trick you into thinking he's merely a simple, friendly neighborhood physician, and then the moment your back is turned there will be a scalpel buried deep in it. Also, he has a demon baby at his command.

No fighting Ogai. 2/10

Kouyou Ozaki: You might think you're sneaking up on her, but her Golden Demon will cut you down without her even needing to look away from admiring the flowers and sipping her tea.

No fighting Kouyou. 2/10

Oda Sakunosuke: HASN'T HE BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH.

No fighting Oda PLEASE. 4/10

Ranpo Edogawa: While he has eaten nothing but processed sugar since the day he was born, he will eviscerate you with his words and leave you too mentally beaten to lift a finger. Stuff your ears with some cotton and kick his scrawny ass. The rest of the detective agency will come after you, though.

Not advised but go ahead and fight Ranpo. 5/10

Yumeno Kyusaku: So much as look at this child wrong, much less lay a finger on them, and I will be the one fighting you.

NO FIGHTING YUMENO. 0/10

Lio Fotia: I know he looks like a dandy who was abandoned and raised by a biker gang, but he is also the strongest known burnish. The only thing saving you is his code against killing.

Not advised to fight Lio. 4/10

Laxus Dreyar: He's an asshole, and I completely understand wanting to fight him, but he is jacked as shit with the power of lightning at his finger tips.

It's not smart but I would like to watch you do it anyways. 2/10

Noctis Lucis Caelum: He'd rather fish than fight you, but he is capable of taking down giant monsters and mini armies with the ability to teleport. Tell him Hot Topic is going out of business and he'll crumble.

Not advised to fight Noctis but eh maybe you could. 4/10

Pretty sure all the people I would've tagged have already done it? So do this if you want to.

#self ship #self shipping #should you fight my f/os?#selfship #selfshipping #self ship community #dazian #erzian #I'm too lazy right now to tag them all gonna do that later

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loyalflutist · 5 years

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Stupidly in Love (F!Byleth x Dorothea)

Challenge: Bylethea Week 2019 (Twitter) Day 4: Sacrifice & Enemies

A/N: I tried to fuse the two prompts together! Well... This OS is shorter than the previous three days, but hopefully, it’s still self-sufficient like the others.

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The ex-mercenary drew a long breath under the beating sun. Hugging one knee, she leaned against the crumbled walls of the fortress, her neon hues dulled. The Sword of Creator nestled in her grip, its tip stabbed upon the soft earth. Blood oozed from the top of her head and crawled down to her jawline, Byleth not bothering to wipe it. Throughout the battlefields were strewn with bodies of soldiers and alumni. The fighting had ended with a dramatic conclusion… and a conclusion that led to one survivor from this dreadful war.

“Heh… You didn’t have the decency that I’ve asked for…”

Make that two survivors.

She struggled to raise her head. Not that she needed to as that hoarse voice was easily identifiable. Dorothea stood above the fallen warrior, her elegant clothing torn and stained with grime and blood. The songstress grimaced once she tore an arrow buried deep within her shoulder. A tiny curse word flew out of her mouth from snapping the wooden obstruction by accident, its sharp head settled in the injury. Then, she tossed the arrow’s body to the side, her piercing gaze reverting to her girlfriend.

“I told you to kill me quickly when you had the chance.”

“…”

Five years later… Five long years had taken its toll on everyone. Edelgard had gone mad. Dimitri had gone mad. Claude was uncertain of his future. Lady Rhea had gone mad. Students forced to graduate early scattered about in Fodlan. Some of their fates were predetermined by pure bad luck. Illnesses, assassinations, and suicide were bestowed for them without hesitation. Others struggled to remain afloat in this deadlocked war between the four sides.

Dorothea was always depressed. Since her childhood was riddled with painful memories, she had joined the Officers Academy in hopes of finding a special someone. Marriage was her one and only priority. She couldn’t care less about the war. In the end, anyone that survived an ordeal and lived a comfortable life afterward is a winner, no matter what. Yet she could not find that person. Searching for them was like searching for a needle in a haystack.

Until she met Byleth. Dorothea’s depression was somewhat lifted whenever her lover came to mind. The times they’ve spent together was something she truly cherished. Too bad Dorothea was not able to transfer into the Golden Deer’s house, despite the pleas from her girlfriend.

“It’s like we’re distant lovers,” she joked at one time from their tea session. “We can only do so much.”

Then again, she had wished she did.

When her professor disappeared from the face of the earth, the opera singer nearly shattered. The person that brought light into her dark life had been removed. Depression had hit Dorothea harder than ever. Staying with Edelgard kept her from descending into pure madness. Her best friend and Petra had stopped the young lady from brandishing a dagger and sliding the edges across her neck or wrist on various occasions. And that went on for five long years.

Dorothea almost laughed out loud. “Five years later… and the Goddess fated us to fight to the death.” Tears prickled from the corner of her eyes. “Isn’t it ironic?”

“…”

“Hey, tell me… Why weren’t you able to kill me quickly like I’ve asked you to?”

Byleth softly exhaled, her bright eyes finally looking at Dorothea. “I couldn’t bear to,” she whispered.

“You couldn’t? Are you sure about that? Because look at this!” The songstress limped to the side and motioned from behind her. Bodies of varying sizes, shapes, and origins littered the premise. Blood pooled underneath their figures with enough volume to create a river of horror. All three house leaders and almost all the students and staff had walked into the afterlife thanks to the climactic finale. Dorothea cried, “You did this! You murdered Edie! You even murdered Ingrid! You— You tried to kill me!”

Underneath the disheveled attire laid a terrible gash on her side. Dorothea was quick on her feet. She would dodge in succession thanks to her levitation and fast somersaults. However, the Sword of Creator acts as a sword whip. She could not avoid the powerful relic from letting its serrated edges tear into the soft epidermis. Had it ripped through another layer of muscles… Losing her ability to use her body would be the least of her concern.

“…”

The instructor shifted her gaze elsewhere. No response. She wasn’t sure of what to say. Attacking her old students was already bad enough. Hurting her girlfriend was a sin in itself. Even if it was an act of self-defense against an army under the Adrestian Empire’s flag, it was unacceptable. And this infuriated Dorothea.

“Why are you being silent?” she growled. “What’s wrong with you?!”

“…”

Seeing as how her professor wouldn’t speak up, the young woman felt the tears roll down her cheeks. “I don’t even know what to do with you anymore.”

Those were her last words as the alumni turned her back towards Byleth. Dorothea had always been abandoned as a child and teenager. She had been abandoned by her girlfriend too when she heard about her support for the Leicester Alliance. She felt abandoned by her lover when they fought with each other. This time, she’s abandoning Byleth.

It’s over.

…yet something tugs at Dorothea’s heartstrings.

Did she really want to do this?

She slowed her pace to a stop and glanced over her shoulder. Byleth’s head had lowered, her breaths becoming ragged, her eyelids heavy as lead. Dorothea firmed her lips. Pitiful. Absolutely pitiful. The great Ashen Demon that terrorized those that faced her had succumbed to a weak woman. She looks so… small though. Byleth looked like a child trying to stay awake for another late-night hour.

“…?”

Confuzzled features scrawled all over the warrior’s face when Dorothea neared her once more. She knelt down to her level with a neutral expression.

“…”

“…Dorothea…” Byleth finally called her name. “Don’t leave me.”

“…you’re hopeless.”

She shouldn’t forgive this killer. This… This murderer that mowed down the majority of the Adrestian Empire’s armies singlehandedly. It was a terrifying sight to see her double up with Claude and wreck the field. Dimitri and Edelgard stood no chance against her. But desperate love distorts rationality.

Dorothea bore through the pain that throbbed from her wounds and pulled Byleth into a frail hug. She was willing to sacrifice her sanity if it meant being by Byleth’s side one more time… After all, they were the only ones left alive from the bloodshed that left many dead. The young woman buried her face into the ex-mercenary's crook of her neck. Metallic iron wafted into her nose as she mumbled,

“Why am I still so stupidly in love you with?”

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themockingcrows · 5 years

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Digitally Assisted Catharsis

Written for Drone Season 2019! https://archiveofourown.org/works/20024380

this fic is Not sfw! Dave Strider/Dirk Strider

cw: Manipulation, Sloppy Makeouts, Intercrural Sex, Oral Sex, Incest, Unrequited Lust

Sick of Dirk and Dave dragging their heels in furthering their relationship (is it a relationship officially or is it just the occasional need filled makeout that lasts as long as the boil over lasts before ending again?), Hal decides to help Dave see the light on why he should go ahead and finalize a real hookup with Dirk. Sometimes fools just need a little red text and a delicate digital hand to manipula- ...lead them along.

It was a blessing in disguise to know Dirk when he was younger, when there was still hints of baby fat along his cheeks and a softer edge to the sideburns he was growing in, when his limbs were strong but still a bit gangly and awkward from suddenly adjusting. When he wasn’t at his full height yet. There was no avoiding that he’d grow up to look exactly like Bro, and yet.. Dave was still thankful he’d gotten to see the younger version first. Thankful that he’d gotten to meet and to know him, that they’d gotten close. That he’d become aware of just how attracted he was to him at that age and in that shape. The real Dirk, the truest Dirk, was the one who had his heart in the palm of his hand even if he had no idea just how deep that interest ran save for a few quick kisses and more than a fair share of laying around in a pile lately.

This, of course, still left another issue: Dirk was going to grow up looking exactly like Bro, and while that should have bothered Dave at a fundamental level, it didn’t. Not at all. He was excited for the changes. Every inch Dirk grew, every bit of muscle he gained with his daily activities in his mechanics shop or his own workout regime, every stray hair he trained into place was just another step closer to looking like Bro. Dave knew he’d need to confront this issue sooner rather than later, the one settled deep in his gut squarely between the denial the guilt and the confusing lust, but the longer he could put it off theoretically the better for him. For both of them, especially if they ever wound up fooling around.

Right?

The long kept secret of being attracted to Bro, to daydreaming about him even when things got shitty, was haunting him and the more Dirk changed the closer it came to fulfilling a fantasy Dirk would have no idea he was taking part in. Maybe he could put off bringing any of it up at all and not think about it purposefully. Yeah, just keep all that bottled up like he had for years about his own sexuality and everything else, put a nice fat cork into it and bury it in his chest and cut it out as a tumor when he was thirty from the stress or some shit. That was a problem for future Dave sans time traveling, current Dave would be free to live his life and do shit on his own damn time, at his own pace, free from the little bit of Rose’s psychoanalyst side that lived in the back of his head like a bad habit.

Though... potentially this all was a problem for future Dirk too if Dave ever slipped and said the wrong thing at the wrong time, or if Dirk came to the question on his own and the conversation about the big gay Kamina shade wearing elephant in the room was forcefully brought up. Again, a problem for future Dave to deal with and for current Dave to wash his fucking hands of in a hurry rather than dwell on anymore. It was already awkward enough daydreaming about Dirk without letting him know the extent of those daydreams, throw in the whole Dirk overlapping Bro parallels and it was a one way trip to guilty jerking off town.

Very guilty jerking off town.

It was bad enough that Dave had spent a lot of his time fantasizing about Dirk thinking about clear memories of Bro’s hands and the curve of his jaw, the way his neck bent when he leaned forward over his keyboard, the pop of his back and shoulders when he rolled just right on the futon, the flat spanse of stomach when his shirt rode up while he slept or the way he looked down on him while pinning him on the roofto—

“Dave.”

Dave jerked his head up at his name, blood briefly cold. Christ, even the tone of his voice was starting to overlap with his memories, and despite years and literal universes between the two versions it wasn’t enough to make Dave not react with the confusing mix of lust and tension.

“Yeah?” he managed to get out, brows lifting a bit to show he was listening.

“You looked miles away,” Dirk said, reaching over to flick the space between Dave’s eyebrows gently before picking up his can of soda to take another sip. They’d been in his workshop for a while, Dave perched on a countertop where Dirk was piecing together a thousand pieces of something smaller than his pinky nail in excruciating detail just so there would be more realistic movement eventually when playing a game if what he said was to be believed. “I was asking if you wanted to hang out somewhere later or not. Maybe catch a movie or just order in and chill out somewhere else before coming home.”

More like catch a movie and then wind up in another tangle if last time they’d ‘chilled’ on a pre-set invitation instead of naturally relaxing was indicative of a potential pattern. One jokey half serious kiss had been all it took to wind up chest to chest on the floor connected at the mouth like they’d die if they were separated till the rush passed and they pulled apart to playfully punch each other in the arm and carry on like that hadn’t just happened. It was the most they did, the furthest they got: occasional kissing like they were going to combust, then coping with the subsequent raging hard ons afterwards till they subsided. Lounging around and full bodily contact was the norm otherwise, but it wasn’t nearly enough compared to what they could have.

“Yeah I’d be down for that,” Dave said without thinking much. “Oh. Right, before I forget though. You said you had an upgrade for my shades?”

Dirk looked up from what he was doing as if he’d just been reminded of something long dead. “Fuck. Right, yeah. Hand them over, I’ll go ahead and get this installed for you.”

“What is this precisely,” Dave asked as he removed his shades and handed them over. Anyone else he might have fought over them with or reminded them to be careful, they were important, John had given them to him for his birthday and it had meant the goddamn world. The old world to be precise. “You gonna sign me up for a bunch of porn spam or somethin’.”

“Pfft. Please, I’m not going to do anything like that. I’m just going to put this OS in instead, I’ve been tinkering with it and it works best for shades technology and eyeglasses as compared to phones or watches or laptops. Links up better with outside tech, tracks your eye movements more accurately. There’s even a better zoom mechanism for your nearsighted ass.”

“I’m not nearsighted,” Dave squawked immediately, but Dirk only laughed.

“Yes you are. You have no idea how fucking blind you actually are because you’ve been seeing the same way for so long, but trust me: you aren’t seeing as clearly as you could be. These aren’t going to be quite the same as normal corrective lenses of course, but as far as things go they might as fucking well be. Consider me Dr. Strider, but without the shitty slip of paper, wait times, excess fees, insurance quibbling and malpractice suits,” Dirk said as he crossed the room to reach his main computer hub, setting Dave’s shades on top of a wireless charging station while he brought up everything he needed.

As he typed and a few screens came to life, Dave noticed Dirk’s own shades casting the faintest light against his face from the inside as he worked. He came closer and poked one of the points, marveling that even through time and space they were exactly the fucking same as the ones he’d wanted to pull off of Bro so many times to kiss him. Dave stopped poking them with a shiver, blaming the earlier thought lines for invading his brain as far as they had. “Are you... usin’ a computer while on a computer?”

“No, I’m discussing things with Hal,” Dirk replied calmly. “I based some of the OS on the same innards from his system, and I’ll be making your shades function as well as my own do with this upgrade. It’s only right that I double check with him on the specs for your specs. He’d be able to tell the fit and adjustments for how much would need to remain in the cloud and how much could physically rest in the shades without altering their weight or shape at all a lot quicker than it would take me to sit down and measure everything by hand.”

The same light lit up the charging stand, though it was soon clear that charging wasn’t the only trick the machine could do. Dave watched his shades lift and slowly begin to turn as the arms unfolded, red light scanning the dimensions up and down, in and out. They formed on one of the computer screens as a wire diagram before being flipped left and right by Dirk, who was humming and continuing to type as slender arms rose from the base of the machine to start making adjustments and add small parts here and there.

“Wait, the same as his shit? I’m not gonna suddenly wind up with a wiseass thirteen year old copy of you stuck to my face, am I?”

Dirk smirked enough that it was visible, and Dave felt his stomach clench with lust again. It always struck him that he had a cute smile, but with the earlier thoughts it was wild to think that this was what Bro would look like if he’d smiled more regularly. If he grinned. If he laughed.

“I’d never subject you to Hal more than you’re already subjected to him,” he said as he reached forward to write something down by hand on a sticky note for later. It was no secret that Hal talked to Dave any chance he got, increasingly so lately despite Dirk’s interference. They never spoke about much, but the heckling edge was definitely different than Dirk himself. If he were ever put on the spot, Dave wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to explain how he could tell when he was being led around by Hal versus Dirk leading a conversation aside from the fact that they felt different in some deep fundamental way.

Namely that Hal, try as he might, wasn’t like Bro enough. Advanced or not, an AI could only go so far once the link with the original model had been severed. He was his own person at this point, just without a body and with a penchant for being a douchebag.

Within a few more minutes, Dave watched his shades being altered before his eyes before gently settling down once more as a few of the screens turned off. Dirk seemed satisfied as he picked them up carefully and lifted them towards the ceiling, peering up through them without putting them too close to his own face. A brief touch up with a small screwdriver to tighten the arms and the nose pad, and he held them out in offer.

“Here. Take them for a test drive.”

“We’re kinda past test drive stage, you’re lettin’ me off the lot with them because if we sit in here for ten minutes longer you’re gonna wind up rememberin’ ten other things you were workin’ on and then we’ll never leave,” Dave said as he accepted his shades and plopped them back onto his face without a second glance. It took all of his will power to remain calm faced at what was happening behind the tinted glass.

For one thing, he could see clearer than he ever had in his life. Every surface was crisp, every bit of writing he could see in range was clear, and when it wasn’t it took mere seconds of trying to focus on it to make it clearer. He squinted and it zoomed further, but not to a superhuman level without a prompt message popping up asking if he wished to enable the actual zoom function. Colors seemed brighter despite the dark shading, and the rush of new information was already making his head ache a bit.

For another thing, Dave could have sworn he saw the chat client window open and then hurriedly close itself as if something were trying to autorun. A quick pop open didn’t show anything out of the ordinary, but when he closed it with a few pointed eye gestures it showed the strangest addition yet. Red text hung in front of his eyes without the chat client being active, without a handle, and yet he knew it in an instant in his gut.

Hello, Dave.

No, but. Dirk said he wasn’t going to install Hal into these, and he trusted Dirk’s words. The guy might stretch the truth now and then if there was an end goal that he felt was worth it, but he’d never outright lied to him before. If this wasn’t Hal then maybe it was something else. Maybe the OS had its own assistant, and he was just knee jerking at the red text despite seeing it every time he texted a friend anyway.

Dirk was still standing and watching with a pleased grin on his face.

“Well? How do they feel?”

“They feel... pretty rad actually. I guess you were right about the eyesight thing, but how’d you make the colors brighter?”

“You’re not color blind but I figured your eyes were kind of fucky like mine. Things look kind of washed out normally. Bit of correction in there with the normal tint and.. Voila.” His grin faded briefly. “But, really, aside from that. Does the tracking work alright? Are the lights too bright? Is the sensitivity too strong? I could adjust anything you need in a second, it’d just take a few minutes t—”

“Dude, I thought you were supposed to be the chill one,” Dave smirked, shaking his head. Stupid. Shouldn’t worry about something as simple as a glasses-bound version of Siri. He went and seized Dirk’s hand, squeezed it as he pecked his cheek, then manually began to drag him out of the workshop. “Trust me when I say everything’s Gucci and that this is even more of a sign that you need to get the fuck outta here for a while and clear your head. Let’s catch a movie or somethin’, and then we can get some junk food and chillax.”

Called out and forced from his space before he was ready to go (really it would have just taken a few minutes more to finish another project he’d remembered now that the shades upgrade was finished, it only he’d get the time to do it), Dirk had no way to fight back if he even had the desire to do so. Fighting it and being a bitch wouldn’t get him another cheek kiss or keep Dave’s warm hand in his own with their fingers laced. Nobody ever questioned the hand holding thing they’d started doing thanks to Roxy doing the same thing with everybody she came within ten feet of that she liked, and he was grateful for it.

“Yeah, yeah, alright you slave driver. Rescue me from my prison of choice with promises of ludicrous adventures in cinema and snack foods like some hapless damsel who wasn’t in distress. In any other case this would be kidnapping, but you can’t exactly kidnap the willing,” Dirk said. He tightened his grip on Dave’s fingers and felt him squeeze back as they walked, feeling a similar squeeze in his chest.

Fuck.

Fuck did he love this guy. He just hoped that he could actually have this, could enjoy this, without the shadow of a ghost he never met hanging over them both.

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The writing wasn’t Siri. There was no way in hell in was some kind of general OS abstraction. No, the words in Dave’s vision absolutely had to be Hal. The movie they’d gone to see had been interesting enough even if Dave had some very pointed concerns about the directing quality and some of the acting methods the people in the film employed (namely that it was cheesy as shit but wasn’t owning it damn it, step up and be one with the cheddar if that’s what your aim is don’t pussy foot around it pretending you’re being serious!), with Dirk leaning against his side with the middle arm pushed back out of the way the entire time. They’d indulged in popcorn to split, and a drink each, yet while Dirk’s entire focus was on the movie and gently whispering commentary near Dave’s ear with his warm breath, some of Dave’s focus was split away to read red words in front of his eyes in the dark.

Surprised?

To put it lightly, yeah. He debated opening Pesterchum up and contacting him directly, but was concerned it would just ping Dirk instead and there’d be all kinds of confusion. Maybe even an argument, considering Dirk had said he wasn’t installing Hal and yet, here he was. Before he could concern himself too much, a small blip of a word processor screen opened up with the cursor gently pulsing in offer.

how in the fuck

You seem so thrilled. Are you enjoying the movie? replied the text in front of his eyes instead of on the word processor screen.

Dave bit down some agitation and typed, adding to the questions in a new line as if he were texting himself.. you know damn well the movies just a movie whats your game?? howre you here when dirk didnt install you

A digital castaway who’ll uninstall himself from your shades the second he’s done should be the least of your problems. Put your arm around Dirk’s shoulders, he’d rather die than admit it but he’ll melt if you do it.

Though suspicious, Dave had been considering doing just that on his own time, and decided to go for it. Dirk stiffened for a moment as his arm snaked around his shoulders, then relaxed even heavier against his side, warm and cozy as he continued to watch the screen. Okay. So Hal knew Dirk wanted cuddled, big whoop.

seriously though why are you here and why are you bugging me ive got important shit to do and im kinda not digging the invasive text in front of my eyes thing its creepy

If I had teeth of my own I’d be sick to them from watching you two day in and day out, did you know that? It’s like watching a particularly stupid set of dogs run into a fence that stands between them over and over because neither of them is smart enough to step to the side and go around to the opening to get at the other dog. You’re both intelligent enough, yet you keep everything at arms length.

you wouldnt understand why im doing that. dirk might understand what you mean and you might be right for him but theres legit good reasons for me , Dave replied as he took a sip of soda, trying to watch the screen again to avoid missing too much of the plot.

Because you want to jerk off to Bro and Dirk’s not a good enough stand in, or because you wanted to get plowed and realized this incarnation is as much of a bottom as you?

Dave choked on his soda after inhaling half a gulp in shock, turning his head away from a questioning Dirk to avoid spitting on him at all. “I’m good,” he wheezed. “M’fine, don’t worry. It’s chill. Popcorn kernel caught soda and it all went down the wrong tube.”

“If you’re sure,” said Dirk uncertainly, watching him for another moment in case he needed to slap his back before settling down into the cuddly gesture from before like an affectionate lap pet savoring the attention and contact that he hadn’t had to ask for.

“Yeah. Promise,” Dave said, throwing a kiss to Dirk’s temple in while he was at it before settling down quietly again and furiously typing with his eyes. excuse the fuck out of you

For being correct? It’s fairly obvious if you look at how you react to mention of him in certain contexts, and how you’ve stared at Dirk over the years as he’s aged. Were you truly that bothered, I don’t believe you’d continue pursuing Dirk. No, not just pursuing, pursuing with more interest as he began to look more like a grown man.

Dave felt his face grow hot and his stomach twist uncomfortably around the kernels of popcorn swimming in soda that he’d imbibed so far, and he suddenly became acutely aware of his palm growing damp against Dirk’s shoulder. Couldn’t pull away though, not with him cuddled up so close and perfect like he was, but. Ugh, he’d never wanted to punch something without a body harder than he wanted to punch Hal right now.

i said excuse the fuck out of you. who asked? what difference does it make? its a complicated fucking thing and i dont need a fucking ai talking to me about morality and boners and incest just because it decided to stow away into my shades for some fucking reason.

There was a lull in the responses then. For a few minutes it was peaceful as it had been before, letting Dave get back to popcorn and the movie and soft murmurs back and forth with Dirk as he tried not to laugh or draw attention to the pair of them as the people on screen flickered back and forth. Then, like an unwanted storm it trickled back.

Nobody asked. Dirk would never ask either. But you see, that’s where he and I are quite split. If you’ll recall, he and I haven’t been identical since he wrote my code, and I’ve changed quite considerably from whatever he was before even if our core is the same. We’re identical enough and I have enough thoughts of his outside of simple observation and conversation with him that I can easily tell what’s going on inside his head. His tells are quite easy to decipher if you have half a brain.

Dave felt his eye twitch as he began to type again, but Hal continued before he could get far.

Dirk’s worried that you aren’t advancing anything because of who he resembles. I don’t believe he really understands that his appearance is a bonus to you, given the circumstances and the information he has on what a douche canoe your guardian turned out to be. If he understood anything he’d comprehend that you’re not advancing anything because you’re as much of a bottom as he is.

now wait a fucking second there

Am I wrong? Or are you actually a switch who switches?

i am not talking about this with you holy shit why is this even a thing thats happening right now. i came here to chill and watch a movie and maybe make out afterward not argue with an ai over if im a bottom or not and delve into my love life. go bug rose im sure shed love having a deep philosophical conversation about my attributes or even her own way more than me

Dave lifted his shades up and rested them atop his head to avoid the words for the rest of the movie, Dirk giving him more than a few glances to watch the multicolored lights play across the bridge of his nose and the red of his eyes. Even with his eyes on the film, though, it was impossible to focus any longer on anything but his own thoughts. Why was Hal there? Why, out of everything in the world, was he wanting to talk about he and Dirk’s fledgling fumbles at romance? Why was he so set on calling them both bottoms? Even worse, why did he bring up the Bro thing on the exact day he’d already been tossing the concept around in his head for the upteenth time this year?

Worst fucking timing, rudest fucking AI, 0/10 would give negative review on Yelp.

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Good afternoon, Dave. Have you given consideration to what I was talking about before?

Dave had managed the rest of the movie without his shades, and had nearly made it outside before the bright glare from outside the double doors made him wince and instinctively pull them down. Seeing that red text sitting there waiting for him made him want to scream, but it would’ve been pretty uncool and very much concerning for Dirk if he suddenly went off like that while holding his hand, so cautious texting while walking instead it was. He made sure to lace their fingers good and tight though, even adding a bit of a swing as they set their pace and headed off for the hell of it.

you gonna keep asking till you get answers or is there an off switch i can find for you somewhere in the settings of this thing. He paused a moment before pressing further. or better yet why not just tell dirk and let him in on this little bit of bullshit youre pulling on me here.

By all means, throw away the only hope you’ll ever get on this subject that could be beneficial. It’d be fitting really. The Prince of Heart forever destroying and remaking himself because he can’t change who he is at his deepest core, not knowing that every inch of him past present future and alternate reality is something that you’ve wanted for a long time. The knight holding the prince in stalemate because of his inability to lift the metaphorical sword and strike. Poetic almost, but it would be far more poetic if the swords were dicks and some fencing was involved. I’m certain Dirk would agree.

And there went Dave’s mind again, flickering briefly to the times he and Dirk had wound up in a hot and heavy tangle on the floor, the press of dick against his abdomen, that strain of fabric he found himself working his own hips against instinctively till the heat of the moment had cleared enough for them to pull apart again. He felt his pulse kick up and he wet his lips reflexively.

fine. start talking. you keep talking about what dirk would like and keep acting like hed somehow be fine with the whole

Dave shifted his gaze to the side, observing Dirk as they walked down the street, traces of his orange eyes flickering here and there to track what was coming down the street and what was in the storefront windows that they passed. Okay, good, safe.

the bro thing. if hes that chill with it i guess i can try to figure out how to spill the beans and.. idk. go for it?

I’m not entirely certain Dirk would be immediately comfortable with the idea of you still thirsting after your older Brother when he was such a dirtbag and having that same thirst for him. Not at first at least.

didnt you just wax poetic about quenching dirks thirst and drag me left and right for an entire fucking half a movie because we havent fooled around yet? what the shit is up with the fucking change of tone here im getting mixed messages

Notice I said “Not at first”. If you go ahead and act on your desires, all of them, then he’d be satisfied. Whatever comes later won’t be permanently bad I assume, but I’ve got no idea for absolutely certain if he won’t flip his shit for a bit first.

then why are you trying to get us to fuck if itd hurt him potentially, thats kind of the opposite of what im into here

Dave could almost hear the pause for a laugh. He was grateful Hal lacked a voice chip or force feedback right now that he was aware of, uncertain if he’d be able to prevent himself from breaking either his shades or Dirk’s in some misguided attempt to destroy him as if they were able to have a fist fight over some snarky bullshit instead of it being majority one sided frustration and anger and the other being satisfied as the cat that ate the cream.

Long term goals and short term goals, Dave. If you two go ahead and bone then the tension will ease in the air, you two can get your release any time you want, and I can stop gagging on my own code from watching you morons carry on for a second longer. That’s the short term goal. Long term, he’ll come to terms with the Bro thing one way or another if it’s because of you. Dirk’s a genius, but geniuses can be alarmingly idiotic in some strange ways, especially when they’re meatbags.

...and if im not entirely down with this what then. what happens if stuff just stays like it is and we see if things happens organically instead of me taking cues from a creepy ai talking at me by typing in front of my eyes. like are you gonna be doing this during the deed if it goes that far am i gonna be seeing red text when the dicks come out or nah

What was he thinking. There was no way he could really be thinking of indulging this bullshit, was there? Hal was obviously manipulating him, it was plain and simple he wanted to manipulate them both for his own end goals even if they were benign as just being annoyed with watching their antics as a couple. ...A couple? Wait, were they actually dating? Were they dating at all? Nobody had really asked, and it was kind of assumed he thought but. ...No, it wasn’t assumed even, Dave knew there was still the occasional afternoon at Jake’s, but that was fine wasn’t it? Especially if they weren’t already dating.

Dave blamed Hal for the sudden sense of concern and possessiveness clawing at his stomach. He wanted Dirk to be his and only his, if possible. He’d already lost Bro before, lost all the potential opportunities, and now he’d gotten Dirk and fallen for him and there was no way he was going to risk losing him to Jake even if the guy was built like a brick shit house and had an ass that would make Helen of Troy jealous. Forget the face that launched a thousand ships, English had an ass that could launch a thousand ships into space if he bent over in shorts too quickly.

… Why was he hyperfixating on Jake English’s ass all at once instead of focusing on Dirk and the potential of them fooling around that was starting to feel more and more like a probability instead of a possibility. No doubt Dirk was down, he probably wouldn’t be dry humping him on the floor mid-makeout if he wasn’t interested in potentially going further right? Just needed a nudge. They both needed a nudge, since close as they were Dirk was still no Bro and Dave himself was... Well. Dave.

Well, if you let things hang as they are, who’s to say how much longer it will remain as it is? You can only let a plant wither so long before it dies even if you have the best intentions. Plans to water a garden don’t water the fucking garden now do they.

He didn’t really appreciate the sentiment, but it was a vivid one that hit home. Things were comfortable right now, but how much longer could it last with them both stringing each other along hoping for the other one to make the first move? If Dave himself just nudged things over the barrier and Dirk was into it then all the better right? They’d be over the hill and the rest of everything could just come to the surface over time as they got into a more comfortable routine with the added security.

Dave stole another glance over towards Dirk, startled to realize he was being watched again as he struggled to remain calm on his exterior save for a twitch of a grin at the edge of his mouth.

“What, I got somethin’ on my face?”

“Nah, you just still seem kinda not really here. You not feeling well today? Or did the movie leave that bad a taste in your mouth? You stopped commenting on the directing halfway through, and there’s no way the plot managed to catch your interest so much that you’d actually be quiet for long as you were before starting up again,” he said. Observant as always. Damn it.

“Oh. No, I’m fine man. I think it’s just the shades, they’re a lot to get used to in a theater. That’s why I took’em off for a while there actually, I’m not used to seein’ stuff that crisp and clear, it was kinda givin’ me a headache,” he lied, the words spilling out of his mouth before he could so much as pause and think through the fib.

“Well, if you’re sure..”

“I am, don’t worry. Promise,” Dave said as he squeezed Dirk’s fingers.

Will you water the garden, Dave?

ill water it , he typed back, focusing on just how nice it felt to hold Dirk’s hand in his own, trying to let his mind stray purposefully to what else might feel nice with those calloused hands. the drought is gonna fucking end in style

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Dave’s prediction about how the evening would go had come true, to the surprise of nobody. After wandering for a bit and getting a bite to eat, they wound up together in the living room in a comfortable pile with the cushions yanked off the furniture and a spare blanket adding some extra comfort to the mix. Dirk was resting his back against his stomach and had a long arm slung up around to his lower back, fingers rubbing aimlessly. They were chattering off and on about what was on screen and generally relaxing when the aimless rubbing took on the edge of a one handed massage. Dave stroked Dirk’s hair gently as he’d pet a cat, taking special pride in the fact that he was able to touch that when most others wouldn’t be allowed to, not minding the gentle tension the hair gel had against his hand like some kind of organic architecture as opposed to a hairstyle. He stroked back one more time before the urge to kiss him reared its head, and right on cue the words flashed in front of Dave’s eyes once more in bright crimson.

Water the garden, Dave.

fuck off

Not wanting to disrupt the moment by taking off his shades and chucking them, Dave curled his body to kiss the side of Dirk’s neck softly, bracing the far side of his ribs with his knees to keep him in place within the coil of his body. Needing no prompting, Dirk turned in place to catch Dave’s lips in his own, and soon enough they were coiling together in a new position, climbing each other over and over as if they were drowning and trying to reach the surface of the water, drowning blissfully so long as they were able to keep lip to lip. Their teeth clicked together twice hard enough that it stung but it failed to deter either of them from what they wanted.

Dirk rocked his hips and arched his back, Dave scratched his hips and tangled his fingers in the dark fabric of his shirt to keep him near, both gasping for air between spurts of frantic kisses. Dave felt heat in his abdomen, felt his stomach clench, and more insistently felt his dick ache every time Dirk squirmed against him. He was far from a small guy, and every inch of muscle and bone beneath the flush warmed skin was making it worse and worse. When Dirk went to pull back for air again, Dave could tell the inevitable separation was going to follow. He felt the tension leaving Dirk’s body save for his erection, knew that he’d just slip away and rest in the same position as before with a soft laugh and they’d carry on like before. Same as they had dozens of times by now. Same as always.

Not this time, though.

As Dirk tried to pull back Dave pushed forwards, doing his best to ignore the flash of red in front of his eyes once more, a moving image of hands clapping that disappeared quick as he got the kiss going once more. Tensing in surprise Dirk opened his eyes behind his shades, sharing up through two layers of tinting to try reading Dave’s expression, trying to understand for certain. Dave smiled against his lips and rolled his hips suggestively forwards a few times.. and sighed softly once he felt the tension leave Dirk’s body and realized he was yielding to the idea.

Told you so.

i said fuck off

No need to be bitchy, I’m simply stating facts.

Dave closed his eyes to ignore any further text as he rolled them, pinning Dirk down by the shoulders with his own forearms and bracing himself to continue deepening the kiss as he felt Dirk’s breathing pick up beneath him. It was delicious really. He was so ready, so pliant already. Was Bro like this in bed? Behind all the bravado and macho exterior, was he this willing to roll over and spread his legs when the time was right? Or was the universe shift and the different upbringing enough to change him and make him just as dominant as he acted in day to day life for appearances sake or not?

No, focus. Dirk. Not Bro. Focus on here, on now. Focus on Dirk and how sweetly he was groaning when Dave licked past his lips to explore his mouth, the soft scratch of nails against the fabric of his jeans and the way he could feel that hardened body arch and stretch and shiver every time he rocked his hips. Dave already knew there was no way they’d be able to go all the way, not this unprepared, but is mind was already filling in the blanks with scenarios he’d imagined across the board in ways that might be fulfilling for them both.

Either way, Dirk was going to come for him. That much was certain.

Dave tipped his head and broke the kiss, working down the column of Dirk’s throat to where the pulse was beginning to hammer harder against his lips before he bit down hard enough to leave a ghost of a bruise. His hands slid down the square of Dirk’s chest to his waist, then smoothed forward to slip open his pants as he started to travel downwards, heart in his throat. This was it. The big reveal. He’d felt this dick against him before, had seen it in his dreams past and present, and the mystery would finally be revealed at about the same time he’d need to come to terms with not knowing how to actually suck dick.

“You sure?” he asked, wetting his lips best he could. “I mean. We don’t need to rush anything, I’m fine taking it slow. Or. At all I guess. Just. Fuck, are you sure?”

It was the least positive Dave had ever heard him, and the quake in his voice was to die for. Nothing had even happened and yet it felt like Dirk was barely holding himself together at the seams.

“Yeah,” Dave breathed as he scooted down further, perching on his knees between Dirk’s thighs. He could smell precome on top of the scent of soap from his copious showers, as well as the faint smell of popcorn from the theater earlier clinging to his clothes as they were pulled aside. “Yeah. I’m sure. Chill, a’ight? I got this.”

Did he? Oh, he did.

Probably.

Was it weird to call a dick pretty? It probably was, wasn’t it. The tiny Rose that lived in the back of his head was ready to go off, but Hal’s red writing beat her to the punch. Yet there wasn’t really any other way to describe Dirk’s than just that: it was nicely shaped, a good size in Dave’s opinion, had a gentle curve and was nestled comfortably in a thatch of darker blonde curls. It was like a dick out of an absurdly well drawn anime or comic, which in a way was fitting for him. Of course he’d have the doujinshi dick. Of course he would.

It as nice as you hoped? I’d be more smug, but Dirk hasn’t gotten around to building one for me yet. I think because he’s insecure and not prepared to be outdone by me yet again by his own hand.

Ignoring the flood of red, Dave was enthralled by Dirk’s reactions to him instead. He was trying to sit up on his elbows, staring down with a dry mouth and wide eyes, cock straining and leaking more the closer Dave’s mouth grew to it. It emboldened Dave once he realized that it seemed like anything he did would be appreciated and enjoyed by someone enthusiastic instead of it being judged. He reached out with his tongue as he glanced up, worried he’d gag or make a stupid face if he didn’t focus on something, hoping it was a good visual. From how flushed Dirk had grown, it seemed like it was plenty good enough.

Sucking dick turned out to feel a lot like coming home. Maybe it was because he already knew his way around his own equipment and could guess what might feel great or not based on personal jacking off experience. The flavor wasn’t amazing, yeah, but the sensation as much as the idea of what he was doing was proving to be more than enough to get himself hard and aching. Dave undid his own pants and freed his cock with a tentative stoke before focusing twice as hard on what he was doing to stimulate Dirk, mind finally being made up on what he intended to do to him.

To?

No. With.

With him.

….. To him had a nice ring to it, though.

One hand stroked the length Dave couldn’t fit between his lips, quickly growing wet from how messy the blowjob was turning out to be, while the other gently kneaded and fondled Dirk’s balls once they were also fished out of his jeans. Dirk had continued to shuffle his clothes down till they were at last off, awkwardly trying to toe off his socks without running the risk of dislodging Dave from his hard earned perch.

He was gentle when he took Dave’s head in his hands, hesitating quite obviously for a solid thirty seconds before finally clasping those calloused hands to the back of his neck, then up into his short blonde hair to gently tug. Dave was pretty sure he’d come right then and there as his thoughts blurred past and present, dream and reality, desire and need with just the pressure of those hands. He moaned louder than anticipated and doubled his efforts on making Dirk come, bobbing his head quickly enough that even Dirk finally groaned and started to rock his hips beyond his own control.

Here I’d been trying to convince you to go ahead and fuck Dirk so I could finally have some peace and quiet beyond watching you two fail at your attempts to successfully move beyond initial courtship, and you go above and beyond at showing what a slut you are the second someone akin to Bro grabs your head and humps. Do you plan on swallowing too? Live the full fantasy?

He hadn’t intended on swallowing, but now that the idea was lodged in his brain, it seemed like a good thing to attempt. Nearly there but not quite. A perfect match as a match could be, yet still entirely separate. The hottest shade of a ghost he’d ever experienced in his fucking life, and the tiny Rose in the back of his mind that was worried he was accidentally using Dirk for his own means was dead silent at last. Dirk’s head fell back as he came, salty against Dave’s tongue as he tried his best to swallow and gave up, pulling back to let the mess of drool and come slide onto Dirk’s thighs.

“Jesus. Jesus fuck, dude, where did that come from?” Dirk asked through heavy pants, looking dizzy with pleasure as Dave wiped his mouth with the back of his forearm. “I mean. Shit, I mean I liked it but it was kind of sudde-”

Dave shoved him backwards suddenly and lifted his slender legs upwards till Dirk obediently lifted his feet up as well. No resistance. No questions. Just acceptance and staring orange eyes, flushed cheeks and wet lips, a messy dick that was steadily going flaccid and the slick mess of his thighs. He hooked Dirk’s legs up against his shoulder and braced, lining his own cock up not with his ass, but with the slickness of thigh. It took all of two slides for Dirk to get the idea and clench his legs tight as he could, hissing air between his teeth as he was fenced at from below, still overly sensitive from having just come himself.

It was desperate, quick motions and running on instinct. Dirk was moving beneath him deliciously, tensing his muscles and loosening them when it was too much to handle, shuddering, making Dave wonder if this was what he’d be like while really being fucked. If this was what Bro was like, or if this was how he’d wind up if they swapped. Would he be able to handle that? Would he be able to handle getting pinned down and worked over like this? It was too much to think about at once.

Not long after starting what was, essentially, a hurried humping motion as opposed to anything dripping with skill and experience, Dave added to the re-warmed mess on Dirk’s legs and up against his abdomen before leaning forward against his straight legs while they both caught their breath. Endorphins and afterglow made for a dreamy soft sensation when Dave finally scooted back on shaky legs and flopped down on the ground beside Dirk in the pile once more, trying to wrap his head around what they’d just done. What he’d just done.

“That was. …Good,” Dave finally said as he stared wide eyed at the ceiling, words fleeing his mind like sand through clasped fingers. He wasn’t that articulate to begin with when his brain was fried, but this was a step and a half fucking beyond.

“Really good,” Dirk murmured. He rolled and slid a heavy arm across Dave’s chest, nestling close and comfortable. He took his shades off and dropped them an arms length away suddenly, leaving Dave unsure whether it was because he wanted to not have the Kamina looking motherfuckers jabbing into the cushions and digging into his nose when not trying to rip the fabric, or because Hal was bothering him.

Not bad, and success: he’s not aware in the slightest still that you have a throbbing hard on for his alternate self. It’s a win win, but mostly a win for me. I assume you’ll be doing this in the future again, yes? This wasn’t a one time thing? Affirm this wasn’t a one time thing, the idea of you two properly fucking and carrying on instead of being the dating equivalent of a cordyceps ant clinging to a leaf might be a cause to celebrate. I might even run a disc cleaning on myself, get those hard to reach files a nice thorough scrubdown.

what did i tell you to do earlier

Tell me to fuck off once more and see if I care, Dave. I was right, and that’s enough for me. Even Dirk had to admit I was right. Affirm that this wasn’t a one time thing, and I’ll leave you be for now til you inevitably need me again.

Dave took his shades off without another word and tossed them on top of Dirk’s before holding him closer, loosely tangling their legs together in the mishmash of a nest on the floor with a sigh. Was this situation perfect? No. Would there be problems in the future? Potentially. Did he have confidence they’d figure it out together, especially now that they’d managed to slide over that mutual gap for the first time?

He was pretty sure they’d find a way, hopefully without excess red text.

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