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[f4nd0mlife]

I spat out my coffee

[nights-legacy]

Wolf Sitting-Kirishima

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+After a day off and out with your sister, you come back to find things are topsy turvy. Kirishima had been turned into a wolf on patrol. Bakugo explains what happened and tells you that Aizawa has put you in charge of the canine. Since you had an animal communication quirk coupled with being able to take on qualities of countless animals, he thought it would work out the best.

“Yes, yes! I just made it back to the dorms.” I said into the phone. “I promise I made it safe. Geezes sis, I training to be a pro! I think I can walk home and know how to defend myself if something happens.” She laughed at me and saying she surrenders. “I’ll call you tomorrow. I promise! Bye!” I hung up with a huff.

“Have fun today?” Uraraka asked across the room. I laughed while looking at my phone, checking my email.

“Loads but my sister can be very, very exhausting.” I said. She laughed with me. She walked up to me and handed me a file. “What’s this?”

“You’ll see.” She gave me a sympathetic smile before walking out.

“Oookay.” I said before taking my shoes off and switching them out. I walked into the common room and passed the couches before double taking. On the couch was a giant red and black furred wolf passed out with all four feet in the air. I gaped for a second before someone called me from the kitchen.

“Hey beastmaster!” It was Bakugo. I walked in and gave him a questioning look.

“What’s with the…”

“I’ll get to that in a moment.” He interrupted before turning back to whatever he was working on. I waited patiently, looking out into the main room every now and again. The wolf barely moved from his position. He pulled a pan of food. “That…” He wiped his hands of and pointed towards the wolf. “Is Shitty hair. He got hit by a quirk out on patrol today that turned him into a wolf.”

“Shit. Really?” I looked at him surprised. He nodded.

“That paperwork is everything Recovery Girl could give us plus a low down on the guy’s quirk that turned him into this.” He pointed to the file that Uraraka gave me. “I have been in charge of him since this happened but now you’re in charge of him. Because of you quirk and all. I really don’t give a fuck.”

“What? I am not the only one here that’s able to communicate with animals.”

“Yeah but you are closer to shitty hair then Koda and a hell of a lot more out-going. Plus this was ordered from the Human Catepillar. Sorry not sorry.” He said before walking away with his food.

“I really wish you would stop calling Aizawa sensei that!” I just got a gruff in response. I groaned before looking at the file.

I opened it to read over what I up against. Recovery Girls notes said that the quirk should last for a couple of days, a week at most. He is still normal Kiri just in a dog form. There was a note from Aizawa saying that I still had to bring Kiri to class since he can still comprehend everything.

“He is going to hate that.” I said laughing. I read over everything and sighed. I got up and walked into the other room. Kiri had shift on the couch but was still asleep. “Hey Kiri.” I poked him. He moved a little but didn’t wake up. “Kiri.” I tried again. “Kiri!”

“Roup!” He let out a surprised sound before falling off the couch. He wiggled around on his back trying to get to his feet. He finally got to his feet and looked around startled. He finally found me. His tail started wagging.

“You really got into a predicament didn’t you?” I asked crossing my arms over my chest. His ears laid back for a moment.

Yeah. I did. I didn’t see him there until it was too late. I heard him say in what everyone else would have heard as a whine. He sat down and looked up at me with puppy eyes.

“Well it could have been worse I guess. Are you hurt otherwise?” I asked looking him over. He came up to just below my waist in this form. He was huge.

No, a bit sore but nothing bad. I am more itchy than normal though he said. What did Aizawa decide on the situation? He asked while scratching behind his ear.

“That’s good. Well he decided I am going to be the one taking care of you for the time being. Since I seem to be the best qualified for this situation.” I said. I saw his eyes light up when I said that causing me to chuckle. I moved forward to scratch his head. “Umph. And the first order of business is a bath for you.” He whined before catching himself.

Why does that bother me? He asked and I laughed.

“Probably the wolfie side of you. Come on, to the showers.” I said. I started walking towards the showers. I checked to make sure no one was in the girls showers before leading him in. “Go on in. I got to grab some soap and stuff.”

So this is the girl’s showers? Mineta and Denks would be so jealous if they knew I was in here. He he. I rolled my eyes before walking to the toiletries closet. I looked through and found the best things I could for a wolf.

“This was the best I could find. I’ll have to go and get some real dog shampoo…” I looked and saw Kiri was up on his front paws on the sink looking at himself in the mirror. He looked conflicted. “Are you alright?” His fur bristles in surprise before he looked at me, hopping down.

Yeah. Just checking to see the damage. He said.

“In my opinion, you’re a very handsome wolf.” He perked up and his tail wagged enthusiastically, giving away his happiness. “Come on then, time for a bath or shower more like it.” He drooped a bit before following me.

Giving wolf Kiri a bath was a trip and a half. The paperwork said he was still Kiri in there but he still had a lot of tendencies of the canine breed. Like playing in water. By the time we finished I was as wet as he was. I turned off the water before turning to stare at him. He was sitting there with his tongue out and wagging is tail.

“Well you’re going to be a handful.” I said. He paused eyes looking around.

What, why? He asked but then he did the wolf equivalent of blanching. Oh…Sorry about that.

“It’s okay. Now we need to dry you off. Come on.” I got up and wrung some of the water out of my shirt. Thank god I didn’t wear white today. I grabbed the towel and threw it over his head. It took longer to dry him then it did to wash him. I ushered him out to the common room again and up to my room.

Am I even staying with you? He asked. I nodded and went to pull out clothes for me.

“It’s for the best since I’m in charge of you. Now I am going to take my own shower. Be good and don’t, you know…Do any bad dog stuff.” I said before pausing. I nodded and left to take a quick shower. I got back quickly to see Kiri dozing in my bed. “Ack-hem.” He jumped to attention.

Sorry. You bed is just so comfy. He went to jump off the bed before I stopped him, laughing.

“It’s fine. I was just messing with you. But you will have to make room when it come’s time for bed.” He nodded. I sat at my desk, pulling out my homework for tomorrow. “Oh and by the way, Aizawa sensei said you still have to attend class even in this wolfie form.

What?! WHHHYYYY? He whined and barked unhappily. I just laughed periodically through the evening, people stopped by to check and see if Kiri had really been turned into a wolf. Denki was having a blast with it, even going as far as to play with him. Even Aizawa stopped by to check on us. He received an angry bark about having to go to class from Kiri.

“Ah man!” I yawned and stretched. I looked over at Kiri, who had all four paws in the air like earlier. “How is that comfortable? Whatever, time for bed.” I turned the lights off and shoved Kiri over to get into bed. He repositioned himself to give me room. I could feel the heat coming from him and it wasn’t too long before we were out.

The next morning I was woken up by a very antsy Kiri needing to go out. I quickly stumbled around and helped in outside. Yawning, as we walked back in, Bakugo and Iida chuckled at us. I gave them the finger and in response got more laughter from Bakugo and a scolding from Iida.

“Aw! He’s so cute.” Mina squealed as we sat in class waiting for Aizawa to get there. The rest of the class who hadn’t seen him the night before were gawking over him now. I left them to it and sat down at my desk.

“Rough night?” Midoriya asked.

“No, not really. Well the bath was but not much else.” I told him. I looked back at Kiri who had Mina attached to his neck. I chuckled. “Just new.”

“How is it taking care of a dog version of the guy you are whipped for?” Bakugo said. I tensed before throwing my notebook at his head.

“Shush!!”

“Why you!” He jumped up and turned to charge at me but a loud bark and growl made everyone freeze. We all turned towards Kiri to see him standing at attention and everyone backed off him.

Damn, it’s 8am. Calm down you angry Pomeranian. It was just a notebook. He said. I laughed as he came and sat down between us.

“What?! What did he say?” Bakugo exclaimed.

“He said it’s just a notebook and to calm down.” I said between the laughs. Kiri looked back at me expectantly. “What? I am not saying the other part. I don’t want to die today.”

“What was the other part? Tell me!” I looked back a Koda, who had an amused smiled on his face. I looked at everyone else behind me before at Midoriya. He looked like he wanted to know too.

“Angry Pomeranian.” I said before me and Midoriya burst out laughing.

“What!” He yelled before chucking my notebook back at me and turning his complete attention to Kiri. “That’s rich coming for you.” The two started arguing even though Bakugo had no idea what Kiri was saying. We were all getting a kick out of it until Aizawa walked in.

“DO I EVEN WANT TO KNOW?” He yelled above the commotion. I shook my head and reached out to pull Kiri back by the nape of his neck. He made a confused little yip before turned to me with confused, puppy eyes. I swooned and laid my head on my desk.

“You’re too cute like this!” I exclaimed. He poked me with his nose and I playfully swatted him away.

“Okay, okay. Everyone CALM!” Aizawa yelled. Everyone scurried to their seats. “I know this is different and amusing but you can gawk, fight, and whatever else after school. For now, pay attention.

“Yes, sensei.” We all chorus. Kiri sat by me the whole day, surprisingly not dozing off like he does normally. The other teachers were a little more inclined to give leeway to the situation. Lunch Rush even had something special for Kiri at lunch. The other classes were dumbfounded by our ‘indifference’ to the situation but we were used to strange shit happening.

“What is Kiri supposed to do about training?” Denki asked All Might as we came into class.

“He is exempt for training. There is not much he can do in this form. Can you even activate your quirk Kirishima?”

I don’t know. I haven’t even thought about trying to, SQUIRREL! I covered my mouth, trying not to laugh as he got distracted. He looked over at me in embarrassment.

“No he hasn’t.” I said strained.

Glad you’re amused by this. Kiri whined, before laying down and crossing his paws.

“Well, we will not worry about it. You have Miss Y/N if you need anything. Now let us go!” He said. Training went by smoothly and Kiri decided he wanted to run around and bark us on. He was even able to pull a few of us out harm’s way a few times.

“That was awesome. Can we keep Kiri as a wolf all the time?” Denki asked. This caused Kiri to pause and send a soft snarl his way. I could tell Kiri was getting tired and I smiled. I scratched his ears and head. He pushed back into my touch.

Days went by like this until a week had passed. If I had to go out for my internship, the rest of the class took turns keeping an eye on Kiri. There was even times that they called and had Kiri talk through the phone because they couldn’t figure out what he wanted and Koda wasn’t around.

“Damn.” I groaned, falling down on my bed. I buried my head in my pillow before I heard the door open.

“Hey L/N, just bringing Kiri to you.” I mumbled out an okay and thank you. I heard the soft thuds of his paws as he walked in. I heard him sit down next to me on the ground. I turned my head to see him looking at me with his head cocked.

What’s up? He asked.

“Just a rough day on the job. I got beaten up pretty good today.” I said sitting up and rubbing my neck. He set his head down on the bed. I could tell he was worried. “I’m okay Kiri. Just a little sore. Come on, let’s go to bed.” He walked over and hopped up onto his back legs to turn off the light switch. He then jumped up on the bed and stretched out along the length.

I woke up in the middle of the night to a weight against my back. I groaned and pushed my elbow back against the weight.

“Kiri back off a little.” I said. A groan was the only response. I sighed before trying to settle back but then I realized it was a human groan. I shot up and felt an arm slip down my waist. I saw a very human and very naked Kiri next to me. “Ahh!” I screamed before pushing him away and unfortunately off the bed.

“What the…” I heard him groan. He sat up and rubbing his head. He looked around and his eyes widen, looking at his hands. “The quirks gone. Yes.” He then looked down. “Oh shit.” His head whipped up towards me.

“Hi.” I waved shyly. “A set of clothes are on the dresser. I got them in case you changed.

“Oh thanks.” He said with a blush. I turned towards the wall so he could put on his clothes. “I’m decent.” I turned and he was standing by the door, rocking back and forth on his feet. After a bit he finally spoke up. “Should I go back to my room?”

“No, it’s late. Might as well stay.” I said.

“You’re right.” He said. He walked forward but stumbled a little bit.

“Not used to walking two legs?” I joked. He glared a bit before shaking it off. He reached up and shook his hair out, brushing out a few knots he found. I admired him as he moved, reorienting himself with his human body.

“That was a learning experience. I have a new found respect for wolves now.” He looked at me in amusement. “I don’t know how you can do that all the time, even if it is only half-way.”

“Guess being born with it gives me and advantage.” I said pulling my knees up.

“I would say so.” He joked. He stretched and I heard his back pop. “Oh, that felt good.” I shook my head and looked at the clock. It was just past 1am and I could feel sleep calling my name again.

“Come on, let’s get back to sleep.” I pat the bed next to me. I looked away blushing. I pulled the covers back as he sat down. He moved in and pulled the covers over him. We sat there in silence. He looked like he wanted to say something. “Something on your mind?”

“Huh, oh yeah. Um, L/N?” I hummed looking at him. “Is it true what Bakugo said?”

“Which time? He has said a lot in the past week.” I chuckled. He rolled his eyes but he had a small smile.

“The first day. When everyone was fawning over me. He said you are whipped for me?” I froze in shock. I bit my lip and looked down. I nodded meekly. “Oh wow.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to make this awkward.”

“NO! No, you didn’t.” He said before setting a hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him. “I like you too.” I smiled at him. He smiled back before a yawn interrupted. I chuckled before brushing hair away from his eyes.

“Let’s get some sleep. We have all day tomorrow to talk things out.”

“Alright.” He smiled before laying down. I looked down at him before lying next to him. I heard him let out a breath before he moved closer, wrapping his arms around me tentatively. My eyes were starting to grow heavy and I snuggled into his chest. He was still warm, not as warm as before but it still lulled me to sleep.

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#it's a movie about a girl being held down her whole life and finally finding her way to freedom

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

MC introducing roasting the side dateables to new exchange students

The bros here

"The big guy who has the only red uniform is Diavolo- or, Lord Diavolo, I guess. Lucifer gets mad at us if we don't say that part even though Diavolo himself does not give a single fuck and would even prefer it if you didn't call him that. It's because Diavolo is like, the Demon Prince or somethin like that. But don't worry, he may look big and scary and have a really intimidating title, but he actually has the personality of an actual puppy - goofy, excitable, sweet, kinda dumb, very curious about everything, and hardly thinks about the consequences of his own actions. Which doesn't sound like the greatest qualities for a ruler to have, but he's doing his best, okay. And, little known fact, but he actually switched bodies with a puppy at birth... You didn't hear that from me though... He also really loves it when people act casual around him because no one ever does. He's lonely, man, please just be his friend :(."

"The guy who's just hovering over there to the side is Barbatos. He's Diavolo's dad loyal butler. He basically raised Dia, since the man's actual dad has been getting milk asleep for thousands of years. Barbatos scares me though... I don't trust that man as far as I can throw him. He's always so shady and secretive. I feel like he's plotting a murder or sumn. Idk, I just feel like he might kill me in my sleep. It doesn't help that he can also see the future and probably knows all the ways I might die. That's just.... Creepy. He's creepy. I don't like him... And supposedly he feels the same about me, but has he LOOKED in a mirror? Like bitch I'm adorable and you know it, tf you talking about homie. You, on the other hand, look like you've committed war crimes or somethin."

"The guy over there who's struggling with his phone is Simeon. He... He somehow manages to be just as shady and mysterious as Barbatos while also being more inviting than almost everyone here??? Idk how he does it but it's kinda scary tbh. I mean he's an angel so I shouldn't be too worried, I guess, but I'm still sus. What sort of atrocities have you committed... Oh, he's also Luke's dad legal guardian. And he makes for a GREAT father figure. Look, if you have a shitty dad or none at all, go talk to him, he'll adopt you immediately. In exchange for teaching him how the fuck to operate a phone, of course. Simeon = best dad 2021."

"That literal child over there is Luke. Idk he's just someone's Chihuahua, who knows where he came from :/. No- Luke, I'm joking, it's fine, calm down. You're gonna tell on me? To whom? Simeon teases you just as much... Oh- okay bye. Aaaaaannnd he's gone. Uh, anyway, Luke is basically just a child. He gets annoyed very easily 😔. And don't forget: he reports DIRECTLY to Micheal >:( But if you're nice to him he might give you some baked goods. Aw man, now I I'm hungry. Dammit, and I just made him mad. Now I have to apologize so he'll give me sweets... 😔 Damn..."

"The guy in a really cliche wizard costume over there is Solomon. He's, like, the only other human here, even if he doesn't act like it most of the time. He's the biggest troll here and loves pranking the brothers. It's kinda hilarious, honestly. Though he also pranks me and that's annoying. He's also another shady character. Like damn, what's with these side characters and being all shady and shit, stop it, y'all, you're creepy. Also I think he has 700 wives or sum shit, but that's beside the point. He also have pacts with, like, 70 demons. He really has a thing with going way overboard, doesn't he?"

394 notes • Posted 2021-08-25 17:29:19 GMT

#4

The Bros + side dateables (minus Luke) React to You Hugging them while looking sad

You go to this character, preferably in private, and quietly hug them, burying your face in his shoulder or chest, looking a little sad.

Lucifer

His eyes widen slightly as he looks down at you.

He's a little shook because he's not used to people touching him out of the blue like this.

Relaxes rather quickly and hugs back. At first, he's smirking at you a bit until he notices how sad you look. 

"MC? Is something the matter?"

When you only hug tighter and hide your face more he just sighs. 

"I can't help if you won't say what's wrong."

If you decide to tell him, he'll listen quietly while gently rubbing your back and possibly give advice, if the situation calls for it.

If you don't… well, he'll take that as a sign that you don't really wanna talk about it and comfort you anyway.

He'll probably put on one of his records for you both to listen to so that the music might soothe you.

Mammon 

Huh??? What???

He's so shook and flustered.

He's honestly too flustered for a hot minute to even notice you're sad.

"MC, what the hell do ya think you're doin', huh? Huggin' me outta nowhere like that…! Ya gotta warn me first!"

When he finally notices how sad you are, he immediately softens and starts asking qUESTIONS.

He wants nAMES.

"Hey, are you okay? What happened? Who hurt you? Did someone hurt you? Was it Belphie? I swear if it was Belphie-"

He's finna WHOOP some ASS.

If you decide to tell him and it turns out it is someone and he can go kick their ass, then you can bet your pretty little butt that's exactly what he'll do. No one hurts his human! >:(

If you tell him and it's not someone, or someone he can beat up, then he'll just sit you on his couch and put his jacket on you and hug you.

If you decide not to tell him at all, he'll be a little butt-hurt over it but he won't press you on it.

Leviathan 

He's died

He has a fucking aneurism the moment you touch him.

His entire body is red, help him.

But then he notices you look sad and calms down a bit.

"M-MC??? Are you okay?"

He has no idea what to do, help him

*flipping through a book of comfort words* "Uhhhhhhh… There, there???” 

He's so awkward and doesn't know what to say. He wants to help, but he's no good at talking to people, dammit!

He literally looks up, "How to help your friends not be sad."

He's trying, be patient with him, please.

"Uhhh… do you uhh… wanna talk about it?"

If you say yes, then he'll listen. He's a good listener bc he has literally no idea what to say.

If you say no then he'll probably be a little relieved bc he knows he would be terrible help.

Either way, he'll sit down with you and watch anime or play video games with you.

Satan

He blushes a little when you hug him.

He's pretty observant, so he notices pretty quickly that something is up as he hugs back.

"Hello, MC. Are you alright? You look upset about something."

He'll listen if you decide to tell him, stroking your hair gently. 

If not, he'll respect your decision and comfort you anyway.

He'll bring you over to his bed and sit down with you, after moving all the books littered on it of course.

He'll pull you in his lap and either read to you or show you cute cat pictures. Or maybe both, who knows.

And when he starts to notice you looking down again, he'll hug you tightly and whisper sweet nothings to you until you fall asleep.

Asmodeus

Aw, how cute, you want his attention~!

He doesn't hesitate to hug you back.

Hey, he's not complaining, as long as he gets to hold you and show how much he loves you!

Then he notices how sad you look and he immediately cups your face in his hands.

"Oh, what's wrong, darling? What has you looking so down? Come, sit with me and you can tell me all about it while I give you a lovely manicure."

He'll sit with you on his bed and dote on you, listening if you decide to tell him your woes and humming soothingly if you don't.

He'll offer to take a bath with you to help you feel better.

Actually, he'll give you a full-on spa day.

This man will seriously pamper you till you feel better.

He'll take you shopping, do your nails and makeup, do your hair, whatever it takes to make you feel better.

Beelzebub

He's a little taken aback by the sudden hug, but he's more than happy to accept it! He loves hugs!

He hugs you back very gently as if he's handling a baby bird. He doesn't want to hurt you!

But then he notices you look sad.

"MC? What's wrong? You look upset. Are you hungry?"

If you tell him, he'll listen very intently, nodding every so often to show he's listening. 

If you don't, he'll understand.

Either way, he takes you to his bed and sits you down. He gets you some food and sits on the bed with you and pulls you into his lap, giving you food.

Once you decide you're finished with food, he'll snuggle you gently until you fall asleep.

Belphegor

He doesn't mind at all and doesn't hesitate to hug back.

He immediately notices something is wrong but doesn't say anything about it right away, instead, letting you hug him in silence while gently rubbing your back.

After a long moment of silence, he pulls back only enough so that he can look at your face.

"You're upset about something. I could tell as soon as you hugged me. So what is it?"

If you decide to tell him, he'll be kind of glad and listen.

If not, he'll just give a curt nod.

Afterward, he pulls you over to his bed and pulls you in with him, clinging to you like a koala.

It's snuggle time now. You have no choice. 

He'll probably fall asleep though tbh

Diavolo

This man is through the roof as soon as you touch him.

He's super lonely, so any amount of physical affection has him soaring.

But then he notices you look sad.

He's immediately worried. Did he do something wrong? Did one of the brothers bully you? Is there some demon harassing you? What happened??? Tell him!

"MC? Are you okay, what happened?"

If you tell him, he'll listen intently and if it's something he can do something about, he will, immediately. 

If you don't tell him, or it's something he can't do anything about, then he'll bring you with him to his office and hold you in his lap while he works and have Barbatos bring you some herbal tea to make you feel better.

He's honestly just so gentle and soft with you I can't-

*ahem* anyways

Barbatos

You might think he'd have seen this coming, but he honestly wasn't looking for anything like this, so he's kind of taken off guard when you hug him which is uncommon for him.

MC, please, he's trying to work-

Then he notices how upset you look.

"MC, are you alright? It appears that something's troubling you."

He won't look into the future to find out in case you decide not to tell him. He respects your boundaries, you know?

If you tell him, he'll listen and try to do something about it if he can, most likely talking to Diavolo about it. 

If you don't tell him or can't do anything, then he'll gently sit you down in a chair, wrap you in a blanket and bring you some chamomile tea to soothe you.

He'll talk to you as he goes about his work, gently tending to your needs while still continuing his daily routine.

He's a butler, so he's the multitasking king-

Plus, he's used to comforting Diavolo, particularly when the Prince was young, so he knows how to handle it.

Simeon

Oh- a hug? Well alright.

He's happy to oblige, he enjoys your presence and your touch.

He notices quickly that you look sad though.

"What's the matter, my little lamb? Is something troubling you?"

He'll sit down with you and give you tea

If you decide to tell him, he'll listen, gently offering advice. He likely won't take care of it for you, he wants you to be able to take care of yourself! But he'll still hold you and comfort you.

If you don't tell him, then he'll nod understandingly and comfort you anyway.

He's so soft and caring about it and he'll sit with you until you calm down, gently hugging you and stroking your hair.

Solomon

He's a little taken aback when you hug him.

But then he smiles and is about to tease you when he notices you look sad.

He blinks and hugs you back.

"MC, what's the matter? It must be something big if you're hugging me like this."

If you tell him, he'll listen while seemingly deep in thought. If it's got to do with some demon, then perhaps you'll find that they oddly disappear one day… if it's one of the brothers, then they'll find that they get hit with lots of magical pranks. If it's something else then he'll sit with you and help you work it out.

If you decide not to tell him, he'll be a little sad but he'll understand anyway and sit with you to comfort you.

He's actually surprisingly sweet and understanding.

476 notes • Posted 2021-05-11 05:35:03 GMT

#3

mc asking the demon bros to do the pocky challenge with them? :o

Ooh, I really like this idea!

The Bros Reacting to MC Asking to Do the Pocky Challenge with Them

The Dateables Here

You go up to this brother and hold up a box of Pocky, asking them to do the Pocky challenge with you. Though you might have to explain what it is, depending on the brother, as not all of them are caught up on human culture.

Lucifer

You'll definitely have to explain it to him because he has no idea what you're talking about-

When you do explain it, he'll blink, taken aback which is pretty rare for him.

There's also a hint of a blush on his cheeks. Quick take a pic before it goes away!

But once he composes himself, he gets that iconic and infuriating smirk across his face.

He'll gladly accept. Any chance to be close to you like that is good for him.

He waits patiently for to put the stick in your mouth before placing his hand on the wall behind you and gently taking up his end. Then you begin.

He's... Surprisingly good at this??? He's obviously never done it before, but he's really good at not letting the pocky fall. And he's super steady too, so it's not hard to keep up. Honestly, he's doing most of the work.

And at the end when your lips meet, he holds the kiss, his hands moving to your waist.

Then he pulls away and smirks at you.

"Well, that's quite an intimate little game of yours. But don't you think that's quite a roundabout way of getting a kiss? You could have just asked, you know."

Mammon

You'll probably have to explain it to him too. He may enjoy going down to the human world a lot, but that's mostly to make money. He doesn't pay much attention to their trends.

When you do explain, his entire face turns red and he becomes a flustered mess. Just what are you trying to DO to him, human???

At first, he'll refuse, too embarrassed to even try.

But as he watches you start to walk away, he immediately changes his mind. Wait come back- he'll do it! He doesn't want you doing it with anyone else!

He fidgets nervously as he waits for you to put the stick in your mouth. Once it's there, he puts his hands on your shoulders and takes up his end.

The opposite of Lucifer, he's really bad at it. Like, really, really bad. He's trembling and shaking too much to do it properly and he keeps going too fast. Safe to say you two drop it several times and have to restart.

But when you finally get it and your lips meet, he'll definitely hold it. Actually, he might not wanna let you go at that point.

You have to pull away eventually to breathe.

"Heh. Well... I guess that wasn't so bad. We should do that again some time. But ya kept messin' us up! Ya didn't move fast enough. Good thing it was the GREAT Mammon you were doin' it with, or else you never woulda gotten it right!"

Leviathan

He needs no explanation, he is fluent in human trends.

When you ask, though, his face is immediately bright red and he becomes a spluttering, flustered mess. Are you TRYING to give him a heart attack, MC? Seriously, his little otaku heart can't handle you just blatantly asking things like that...! And why would you wanna do such an intimate game with a gross, yucky otaku like him anyway?

He'll have to take a minute to calm his breathing, but he'll eventually accept. This trend is used far too much in anime and anime fandoms for it to be considered normie. Actually, he's always wanted to try this trend with someone! But Henry can't exactly play the Pocky game with him...

He waits nervously as you put the stick in your mouth, his face still glowing bright red. When you're done, he gently grabs your hands, mostly for comfort, and takes up his end.

He's also pretty bad at it, but not nearly as bad as Mammon. At least he learns from his mistakes. In the first attempt, he goes much too fast and you end up dropping it. So next time he forces himself to go slower. But he's still trembling far too much and you still end up dropping it a few more times before he finally manages to quell his trembling enough for it to work.

When your lips finally meet at the end, he'll hold it for just a few moments. It'll be a sweet and tender kiss.

And when you pull away, you'll find his face is still flushed, but less, and now there's a small smile on his face.

"W-wow! I've always wanted to try that game...! It's just like that one episode of The Magical Ruri Hanai: Demon Girl!"

Satan

With how much he reads about the human world he's bound to have come across something about it. So honestly? He probably won't need much of an explanation.

When you ask him about it, his eyes will widen slightly, his cheek flushing. He'll close his eyes and shake his head, muttering something about how you somehow know exactly how to get him flustered.

But it's not like he'll refuse! No, no, quite the contrary, he accepts, rather eagerly, in fact.

He watches as you carefully place the stick into your mouth. When you're done, he gently places his hands on your waist and takes his end.

He's also surprisingly good at this. Not quite as good as Lucifer, but he's still good enough to keep it from falling. And good enough that he's doing most of the work.

When your lips meet at the end, his arms slide around the small of your back and he holds you in a brief, but passionate kiss.

When he pulls away, he smiles at you softly, his cheeks still just slightly flushed.

"Well, that was certainly an interesting game. Maybe just ask next time you want a kiss though."

Asmodeus

This man knows all forms of intimacy, you think he wouldn't know the pocky game? Honestly, he's probably had some people ask to play it with him before you.

As soon as you ask, he's smirking, now being all flirty. Ooh, you want to be all intimate with him, do you~? Of course, you do! Everyone wants a taste of his gorgeous face and body~!

He accepts without hesitation. He's more than eager to share an intimate moment with his favorite person in all three worlds! Other than himself, of course ;)

He's practically trembling with excitement as he waits for you to put the stick in your mouth. Once you do, he puts his hands on your waist as he takes up his end, his hands trying to wander a bit too far below... Keep it family-friendly, mister!

When you start, he isn't the greatest because he keeps trying to go too fast, a little too eager for the part at the end. So you drop it a few times, but he gets it eventually.

Once your lips meet, he pulls you as close to him as possible, running a hand through your hair as he holds the kiss.

When you pull away, he gives you a suggestive smirk.

"We should do more intimate little games like that together. I'd just love to get even closer to you~"

Beelzebub

He definitely needs an explanation, he doesn't keep up with human world trends, only their food.

When you do, he blinks, his cheeks flushing slightly. Though, honestly, you had him at food. He's never had Pocky before. But are you sure asking him, of all people, was a good idea...? He's already tried to eat the whole box of Pocky, box included, twice now.

You have to hold him back from immediately helping himself to the Pocky stick as soon as you take it out of the box and it takes you a lot longer than it should just to get it in your mouth. When you finally do, he eagerly takes up his end, his hands clamping on your arms.

He doesn't even give you a chance to prepare before he starts munching. He definitely sucks at this game, mainly because he's trying harder to eat the Pocky than actually play the game, so you end up dropping it several times, and every time he just picks up the dropped bits and chows down.

When you finally manage to get it somehow, he nearly bites your lips off at first, but he quickly calms down, and it quickly turns into a sweet and tender kiss.

When he pulls away and smiles that smile that makes it hard for you to be mad at him because he looks like a happy puppy.

"That Pocky sure was tasty. And your lips are so soft..."

Belphegor

He needs an explanation too because he stopped keeping up with human world trends after the Fall.... Which was thousands of years before Pocky was even invented.

Once you explain, his cheeks flush a little bit, but he smirks anyway and teases you about it. Cheeky bastard-

He agrees and waits, still smirking, as you put the stick in your mouth. His hands gently meet the sides of your neck as he takes up his end of the stick.

He's actually okay at it, given he's too lazy to go too quickly, and he's relatively steady. Though you do still drop it once or twice because he goes... A little too slow.

When your lips finally meet, his hands slide up from your neck to cup your cheeks as he kisses you rather passionately.

Soon he pulls away and gives you a lazy grin.

"That was pretty fun, MC, but it was a pretty dumb way to get a kiss. You should have just done it."

==

I really loved that idea and that was really fun to write. I definitely wanna do more with the side dateables, but for now, I'm gonna go eat, take a shower, then try to find the case to my earbuds that I lost last night.

568 notes • Posted 2021-05-16 13:43:35 GMT

#2

MC introducing roasting the bros to new exchange students

Side dateables here

"The scary looking guy there is Lucifer. He seems like a dick at first, and you will eventually learn, that he is, actually, a dick. He hasn't really stopped. But he's got enough moments of being nice and soft that he gets a pass I guess. He's also fucking gorgeous so I think it's excusable. But, just a heads up, don't piss him off and almost get killed by him twice as I did. I almost died. It was terrifying. And also hot. But mostly terrifying. Also, he acts like every fatherly figure that's ever been in my life! Emotionally absent, makes shit up to accuse me of, reacts to things with violence, prioritizes how I make him look over my mental well-being, and lectures me for three hours over something small! Hooray!"

"The guy over there that looks like the biggest fuckboy ever is Mammon. He is the CEO of getting bullied. He also might try to steal your wallet, but luckily he's a fucking dumbass, so he'll probably fail. Probably. He always gets in trouble because he has literally no impulse control, which is honestly a mood. He can't keep his mouth shut for the life of him, and it always makes Lucifer very angry. But at least he won't try to kill you, unlike some people. He might threaten you but he most likely won't follow through with it. Actually... I don't think I've ever seen Mammon get angry enough to hurt anyone... I... Huh... Wow... Anyway, he's also simultaneously incredibly clingy while also being the biggest tsundere ever. Which makes no sense but okay."

"The guy that's sulking over there with his Ruri-chan phone case is Leviathan. Honestly, you'll probably only ever see him at meals because he pretty much never leaves his room. Unless his limited edition Ruri-chan body pillow just came in. Then expect to hear him screaming as he rushes across the entire house faster than you'll ever see him move otherwise. And then he'll be panting and wheezing as he walks back to his room because that boy is out of SHAPE. He's also the biggest weeb ever if you couldn't tell. Biggest anime nerd ever. Seriously, he has an unhealthy obsession. He needs to go outside and touch some grass or sumn like fr. He also makes a great gaming buddy. Unless you're playing PvP and aim to win. But otherwise, great gaming buddy, we play Genshin Impact together a lot."

"The guy watching cats videos over there is Satan. He may look like a chill guy, but that's just what he wants you to think. He's actually a ticking time bomb and the pure, unbridled rage that hides beneath his facade could bubble over if you so much as look at a cat the wrong way. However, if you are a cat - or any animal, really, but specifically cats - he will love you unconditionally. He's also very big-brained. The biggest brain. If there's literally anything you need to know, just ask him. He'd be happy to show off how much better than Lucifer he is. He's also the living embodiment of daddy issues and teenage rebellion. He's probably unironically said, 'It's not a PHASE!'"

"The pretty boy taking selfies and putting on makeup over there is Asmodeus. That man is whore KNEE, like DAMN. That man would flirt with anything that moves tbh. He's also the living embodiment of 'Gotta look cute so they forget you don't know basic math.' He's a little creepy because he's not against incest and that's a little icky. But hey, if you want a [REDACTED] then he's your guy, I guess. He's also got all the tea because he is a gossip QUEEN. And he's practically obsessed with himself. He needs to go outside and touch some grass too. 😔"

"The guy over there that's knawing on a vintage candle is Beelzebub. Uh, can someone get that candle away from him??? I don't think he should be eating that. Oh, thanks Belphie. ANYway, now that that's over uhh, as can see, he really likes to eat. A little too much. He eats everything in the fridge on a regular basis 😔. But like, he's literally the bestest boy??? He may be a demon, but he's just so sweet and soft-hearted, and caring??? Like bro??? I would literally die for him??? Unless you eat his food, then he'll kill you. Instant death. One hit KO. But otherwise, he's basically a giant teddy bear. Big wholesome boy, too pure for this world."

"The My Chemical Romance lookin fucker over there is Belphegor. Don't let him out of the attic..................................... Anyway, he is an evil gremlin man. Horrible goblin man. Stinky bastard man. He bullies me >:( Also, little known fact, but he is actually not a demon but, in fact, a cow. Cowboy. Also, he does not know how to function as a person, and, instead, opts to sleep for 17 hours a day which... Fair enough with this family. Just don't fuck with Beel or he'll kill you. And so will I >:( Also, don't fuck with him either or Beel will kill you. Those two are basically two peas in a pod. The literal only way they could be closer is if they were Siamese twins."

1101 notes • Posted 2021-08-25 00:05:58 GMT

#1

The Bros + side dateables (Minus Luke) React to You Comparing Your Hand Sizes

Warnings: Very fluffy. Not for the faint of heart. You might die of cuteness. You have been warned.

You're sitting with this person just kind of chilling while you're both doing your own thing when you glance over at their hands. You wait a long enough pause in what they're doing before reaching over and taking their hand, holding it so that you can gently press your palm against theirs. Also, this is an MC who has relatively small hands so-

Lucifer

You're sitting beside him as he works, scrolling through your D.D.D.

After several hours of both of you sitting in silence, each doing your own thing, you finally look up from your D.D.D. 

You look over at Lucifer, who's still completely absorbed in his work. 

Then your eyes drift to his hands, the pen he's gripping gliding across the paper in front of him.

As you watch, he sets the pen down and starts stretching his fingers. You aren't surprised his hands are cramping. He's been writing for a long time now. You're probably the only person he would show this kind of weakness to, which makes you feel kind of special.

As you watch, an idea pops into your head. You set down your D.D.D. and gently grab his hand.

He's a little startled at first and gives you a quizzical look, but he doesn't stop you. At least it's a distraction from all of the bills Mammon has piled up.

You hold his gloved hand so that you can gently press your palm to his, lining your fingers up with his as well.

He has pretty big hands. They're not huge, but they're somewhat significantly bigger than yours.

He lets out a low rumbling laugh.

"What, exactly, are you doing, MC?"

"Comparing our hand sizes. You have really big hands."

He lets out another small laugh.

"Or perhaps you just have small hands."

And at that, he gently folds his hand over the top of your smaller one, almost as if proving his point about your tiny hands.

He then smiles and brings his other hand over to cup your cheek as he gently plants a kiss on your forehead.

Afterward, he lets go of your hand and goes back to work.

Mammon

You two are sitting together on the couch in his room.

You're both on your D.D.D. sending each other random memes that you find and giggling together. 

And during one of the moments of quiet moments where you're both scrolling, you look over at him.

He's still absorbed in his D.D.D., a big, goofy grin plastered across his face as he scrolls through the memes.

Your eyes drift to his hands as his thumbs move, pausing every so often to read a meme, then moving on when he deems it unsuitable to send to you.

As you watch, he pauses on a particularly long meme. You take this chance to reach over and gently take the hand, pulling it toward you.

He immediately tenses and looks over at you, his face flushing bright red.

"H-Hey, just what do ya think you're doin', MC?"

Instead of answering, you move his hand so that the palm is facing upwards and you gently press your palm against his, making his fingers flatten out as you line your fingers up with his.

He watches you, his face red, his heart racing, and his fingers trembling ever-so-slightly.

His hands are probably not that big, only being a little bigger than yours.

"M-MC? What are ya doin'???"

You look at him and smile a little.

"Comparing our hand sizes. Yours are bigger than mine."

"H-Huh? Oh! W-well, of course, they are! Just shows how awesome I am! After all, I'm the GREAT Mammon!"

You laugh a little at his words.

"Yeah, yeah. It's just hand size. Doesn't make you any better or worse than me."

Then, without giving him a chance to respond, you curl your fingers between his, holding his hand.

That's it. He's dead. You've killed him.

His whole face is red and he's a flustered spluttering mess.

He literally cannot form a single coherent sentence. He's dying, help him.

It takes him a full 10 minutes just to calm down.

When he finally does, he turns his head away before gently holding your hand back.

You laugh a little at how flustered he is.

Leviathan

You guys are just chilling in his room together, sitting side by side. You're watching anime on your D.D.D. while he plays video games on his handheld console.

At the end of one of your episodes, you look up and glance over at Levi.

He's so entranced by his game that he doesn't even notice you looking at him. His brows are furrowed and his tongue is sticking out slightly in concentration.

You smile when he lets out a small cheer when he beats the level he's on. He leans back a little and lowers the game as he relishes in his victory.

Out of a random whim, you reach out and gently take his hand, pulling it toward you.

He jumps in surprise and lets out a small yelp as you turn his hand so you can flatten your palm against him.

His whole face turns red as you closely study your hands pressed together.

His hands are actually surprisingly big. Not big like Lucifer's but definitely bigger than yours.

"M-MC! Wha-what are you d-d-doing?!"

In response, you look at him and smile.

"I'm comparing our hand sizes. Yours are actually pretty big."

He covers his face with his other hand, not moving the one you have away.

"Wh-what a normie thing to do, MC… I guess it's to be expected from a normie like you…"

You were literally just watching anime but okay-

When he notices you look a little downcast at his insults, he frantically tries to apologize.

"W-wait no! I- I didn't mean that I'm sorry!"

When you look back at him, he smiles at you a little.

He was so focused on trying to apologize, he didn't even notice that you'd curled your fingers around his hand. 

When does realize, though, he's immediately back to being a flustered, stuttery mess.

You broke him.

Leviathan.exe has stopped working.

Satan

You're both sitting in his room, on his bed together.

Both of you are reading books. You're reading a really interesting fantasy book he'd recommended to you. Meanwhile, he's reading a book about cats.

At the end of the chapter you're on, you sigh and lower the book, processing what you just read. You cannot believe that just happened to the main character.

While you're doing that, you glance over at Satan. He's still very much absorbed in his book. 

As you watch, he takes one hand away from the book, shifting it so that he can balance it in one hand, and brings the other up to his chin, rubbing it as if he were deep in thought.

Then, just as he's reaching back down to turn the page, you set your book down and reach out and gently grab his hand.

He blinks, shocked, and looks over at you curiously as you gently press your palm to his. His cheeks flush a little.

His hands are only a little bigger than yours. They're still a little bigger than Mammon's though.

"MC? What are you doing?"

"Comparing our hand sizes."

He looks down at the two of your hands. 

"I see. It seems my hands are a bit bigger than yours, huh?"

You nod a little, smiling at him.

Then he glances at his book before looking back at you.

"Now… I can't exactly turn the pages with one hand, can I?"

You laugh and reach over with your other hand, turning the page of his book yourself.

He chuckles a little and thanks you as he curls his fingers around yours.

Asmodeus

You're both sitting on his bed while he's looking at his reflection in a mirror, applying makeup.

He's going to do yours next, so you're scrolling through pictures on his D.D.D. as you try to decide what look you want.

When you finally find a look that you like, you click the image and set the D.D.D. down to wait for Asmo to finish his own makeup. While you wait, you look up and watch him apply his makeup, carefully applying the pink lipstick.

When he's finished, he caps the lipstick and sets it down on the bed beside him while admiring his work.

Then, just as he's bringing his hand back up to the mirror, you grab his hand, careful not to touch his freshly painted nails.

He looks over at you quizzically at first, then he smiles at you.

"Aw, do you want my attention~? Don't worry, I'll get to you in a moment, darling."

Without responding, you press your palm to his, lining up your fingers.

Asmo has pretty small hands, being about the same size as yours, maybe even a little smaller.

He looks a little confused as he watches you study your hands.

"What are you doing, dear?"

"Comparing our hands' sizes. You have small hands."

He laughs at that.

"Oh, you are just so cute!"

He takes his hand from yours and gently taps your nose with his index finger.

"Come now, show me what you have picked out there."

He picks up his D.D.D. and looks at the image you have up.

"Ooh! Good choice! Now come here, love."

And with that, he starts working on your makeup.

Beelzebub

You're sitting in his lap on his bed. He has his chin resting on top of your head as he munches on one of the many bags of chips you two had bought earlier. You're looking at recipes online, trying to figure out what to make for breakfast tomorrow since it'll be your turn to cook.

Soon, Beel has finished his current bag of chips and he sets the empty bag aside. You glance at his hand as he reaches out to grab another bag.

You smile a little and set down the D.D.D and gently take his hand, laughing inwardly at the feeling of his greasy fingers.

He's a little shocked by this action.

"Huh? MC, what is it?"

You gently press your palm against his.

"Comparing our hand sizes."

Oh boy, does this boy have some big hands.

Very large hands.

Definitely bigger than yours. By quite a bit, actually.

You giggle a little as he moves his head down to rest on your shoulder to get a better look at your guys' hands.

"Your hands are so big, Beel."

He laughs, and you can feel the sound in his chest, vibrating you a little bit.

Then he closes his hand around yours.

"Well, yours are pretty small. At least compared to mine. I like that. It's easier to hold them."

Then, he cups your cheek and gently kisses your lips before taking his hand away from yours and finally grabbing that next bag of chips.

Belphegor

You and Belphie are sitting on your bed together. He's sitting beside you with his arms wrapped around your middle and his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, half asleep. Meanwhile, you're in the middle of sewing up a hole in his pillow that he'd somehow managed to tear. Not surprising, seeing as he carries it everywhere. And, of course, it was Mammon's fault, even though you have a sneaking suspicion that it was everyone's fault. So now you're his new pillow until it's fixed. You have no choice. Deal with it.

After a while, you have to set down the needle and thread and stretch your cramping fingers. Sewing is painful-

He notices your pause and lifts his head, looking at you. 

"Is it done yet?"

"Not quite. I still have a little ways to go. But I need a little break. My hands are starting to cramp."

He then grabbed the pillow and peered at the mostly sewn tear.

"Huh. You weren't lying when you said you could sew. That's actually pretty good."

You laugh a little as you watch him start to pull his hand away. Without thinking, you gently grab his hand.

He blinks and looks at you as you press your palm to his.

His hands are a decent size. Not big, but decently bigger than yours.

"MC… you're being weird again."

"No, I'm not. I'm comparing our hand sizes."

He looks back down at your hands.

"Hehehehe, mine are bigger. You have small hands. Baby hands."

Baby Hands is your nickname now.

You have no choice.

He will now call you Baby Hands any chance he gets, just to see how frustrated you get with him.

He is pure evil. A gremlin man. Stinky bastard man.

Diavolo

You're sitting in his lap as he works. You're drinking tea made by Barbatos.

You watch as he writes papers and signs forms while sipping your tea.

Soon he's finished a full stack of the papers. He leans back with a sigh, wrapping his arms around you.

"I think it's about time I could take a break now. I made quite a bit of progress."

You lean your head back so you can look up at him, smiling. Big man

He grins right back at you.

Then you look down at his hands placed gently on your belly. One of his thumbs is moving, gently rubbing your belly.

You softly grab one of his hands. He's a little surprised, but he's more curious and leans down to watch what you do.

You gently press your palm to him. He tilts his head like a confused puppy, trying to understand what, exactly, you're doing.

BIG HANDS. BIG HANDS BIG HANDS BIG HANDS.

This man's hands. Are Fuckign. Enormous.

He has such big hands. The biggest. Bigger than Beel's.

They fucking engulf yours.

Big hands for a big man ig

"Is this some kind of human world tradition?"

He asks that question so earnestly I can't-

You laugh.

"No, no. I'm just comparing our hand sizes. Yours are huge."

This time it's his turn to laugh.

"Yes, I suppose they are."

He then brings your hand up to his lips and kisses the back of it.

Barbatos

You're sitting beside him while he folds laundry that just came out of the dryer. You're sipping some milk tea that he'd made you.

You're watching him as he works. Every fold was so meticulous and pristine. It's almost mesmerizing.

As you watch, he pauses briefly to let out a breath before immediately reaching to grab another article of clothing.

Before he can though, you gently take his hand.

He looks at you, not really surprised, as he likely saw this coming.

He watches quietly as you gently press your palm to his.

His hands are bigger than yours but they're not particularly large.

He smiles softly as he watches you.

"Are you enjoying yourself?"

You look at him and smile a little.

"Yeah, I suppose so."

"I'm glad. I really do like seeing you enjoying yourself."

You look back down at your hands. 

"I was comparing our hand sizes! Yours are bigger than mine."

"I can see that."

He takes his other hand and places it on top of yours, smiling softly. He rubs the back of your hand with his thumb.

"Now, I must get back to work. I have many more things I must get to."

He kisses the back of your hand swiftly before returning to his laundry folding.

==

Don't worry, guys, I'm still adding Simeon and Solomon, I just... Couldn't fit them in this post. I'll be adding them in a reblog

3660 notes • Posted 2021-05-13 23:11:25 GMT

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Bartoned - Chapter 3

Bartoned - A Hawkeye Fanfic

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Square: @clintbartonbingo​ - O2, Topping from the bottom

Rating:  E

Warnings:  Smut (M|F vaginal sex, power play)

Pairing: Clint Barton x F!Reader

Word Count:  1914

Summary:  Clint’s name has become synonymous with fucking things up.  When you have a one night stand with him, your whole life gets Bartoned.

A/N:  I’m interpreting topping from the bottom as being in what is usually a more submissive position but taking the dominant role (cause topping from the bottom is a massively yikes term and I don’t even wanna start dissecting it).

Chapter 3

“I heard you were leaving us.”

You spun around to see Chris leaning up against the back door of the ambulance. He was dressed in a white coat rather than his usual scrubs and you wondered if it was because he was trying to look extra doctory.

“Yeah,” you said. “We both are.”

“Not that you care what I do,” Kari added.

“Where exactly are you going? It’s kinda weird that you both are leaving at the same time. Did the burnout hit you both at once?” he asked.

You snorted. God, he could be a condescending dick at times. It’s weird how when someone is attractive and you’ve been on a long-ass dry spell, you kinda just ignore all their shitty qualities, and as soon as you start getting laid regularly they stand out in high-definition.

“We got offered jobs with the Avengers,” Kari said simply. “It was a good offer and only an idiot wouldn’t take it.”

“The Avengers, huh? Why’d they approach you?” Chris asked.

“We are always first responders for the stuff in the city. We were getting noticed and I think they thought we’d make good field medics,” you explained.

He looked impressed. “Wow. So you’d be working with the actual Avengers. Iron Man and Cap and everyone.”

“Yeah. Well, we already have a fair few times,” you said.

“So many times. Right up close and sweaty with them,” Kari added. You picked up a rolled-up bandage and threw it at her head. “Hey! Do you mind?” she said, picking it up after it hit her in the arm and throwing it in the trash.

“That’s great. What a good opportunity,” he said. “We never got our drink though. Maybe we could do that this week.”

You flinched a little. The thing was, nothing was stopping you from doing that. You and Clint had said it was firmly fuck-buddies. There were no strings. Nothing was stopping you from seeing other people. When you thought about Clint sleeping with other people it didn’t make you jealous at all. You had also been crushing on Chris for ages now. Yeah, he was a dick at times, but he was also the guy who sat with you and counted through your inventory when you thought something had been stolen and you were worried about being fired. He was also the guy who brought you a coffee anytime you were both working a graveyard shift. He was the guy who made you laugh when you were tired and emotionally exhausted from having to deal with a week of calls that were all life or death and falling more on the death side than the life.

The problem was, now you had the, whatever it was, with Clint, you kinda didn’t want to. Maybe it was just that you were seeing Chris without the horny-tinted glasses you’d been wearing. Unfortunately, you didn’t think it was just that. You just liked the thing with Clint. You liked Clint. That no string attached, fuck buddies thing was enough for you and you didn’t really want anything else. Which… did that mean you were making it more than it was? Did that just mean you were in a monogamous relationship with Clint?

“What? Something wrong?” he asked.

“No. No, not at all. We can do that,” you said, getting out your phone. “I uh, shit. This week is so busy with finishing up the job. We’re having farewell drinks. Do you want to come to that? Then I dunno, after I start the new job we can see when I have time. I’ll be training so it’s a little more 9-5, to begin with.”

“Okay. Well, tell me when and where, and depending on this, I’ll be there,” he said.

You scribbled down the details and handed them to him. When he left Kari punched you in the arm. “Why did you agree to go out with him?” she scolded.

You shrugged. “Why not?”

“Um, let me see. Tall. Blue eyes. Great arms. Takes a bow and arrow with him to fight people with guns,” Kari snarked.

“Clint and I are friends. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that," you groaned.

“Oh yeah? I’m your friend. You wanna do the things you do with him with me?”

“If I had known that was a possibility then yes I would have. But you are with Wanda and I know you guys put a label on it.”

Kari rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right. I just want it on record that I think you’re an idiot.”

Clint tossed a pizza on the bed and then jumped up next to you. “What do you want to do? Movie maybe?” he asked.

You opened the box and took a slice. It was weird how you had just started seeking him out at the end of long days. He was doing the same with you too, so it was good it was reciprocated. Where you had told Chris you had no free time until the farewell, here you were in Clint’s bed. It was like you didn’t need to make time for Clint. There was always some available.

“Movie could be good,” you said and took a bite. “Got asked out the other day.”

Clint turned and looked at you with his eyebrow raised. “Oh yeah? Were you talking with your mouthful then too?”

You pulled an olive off the pizza and threw it at him. He caught it deftly in his mouth and gave you a patronizing pat on the leg. “You speak with your mouthful all the time,” you snarked.

“Yeah, which is why no one ever asks me out,” he said. “Did you say yes? You can if you want, you know?”

You shrugged a little. “Kinda. I said he could come to the farewell thing.”

“You’re having a farewell thing?” he asked.

“Yeah, of course, I am,” you said. “I’ve worked that job for ages and not to brag - but they kinda love me.”

“Who can blame them,” he said. “Can I come?”

You looked at him and raised your eyebrow. “But I’m not saying goodbye to you. In fact, I’ll be seeing you way more often.”

“I know. It’s gonna be great. I’m gonna yell at you so much in training,” he teased, tugging at the hem of your shirt. “But, I dunno. It'd be cool to see your work friends. And you get super horny when you’ve been drinking.”

You laughed and put the half slice of pizza back in the box. “Oh, I see. Ulterior motive.”

He bit his bottom lip and leaned into you. “Always.”

You pushed him and as he pulled away from you, you bunched your fists into his t-shirt and dragged him back into a deep kiss. He didn’t even hesitate in making it hungry and frantic. His tongue coaxed your lips apart and dipped into your mouth.

You pushed him onto his back and straddled his lap, never breaking the frantic needy kiss. Clint’s hands roamed all over you. Sliding up under your shirt and squeezing your breasts as you ground down on his cock. He let out a moan as his cock stiffened under you. Your arousal was becoming evident too, as it seeped out of you and began to soak through your panties.

“Too many clothes,” he groaned tugging at your t-shirt.

You nodded and sat up, scrambling to get your clothes off as he did the same. When you were naked and he was down to his pants, he rolled you both over again, pinning you down to the mattress. “I’m on top,” he said.

“Oh really? Is that what you think?” you teased, reaching up and tugging on his hair.

He smirked at you and when he leaned down and kissed you, you pushed him and he rolled back over, so you were on top. You unfastened his pants and pushed them to his knees getting into position so you were sitting on his cock and rolling your hips back and forth so the wetness of your pussy slicked his cock and it rubbed against your clit, drawing more out of you.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Clint said, his eyes locked onto your cunt, watching as the head of his cock disappeared and reappeared with each roll of your hips.

You reached over to the bedside and grabbed a condom, tearing the packet open and pulling it out. “Wanna see a trick?” you asked.

“Yes, please,” he said eagerly.

You placed the condom between your lips and crawled down his body. You took his cock in your hand and slowly dropped your head down on his cock, letting your lips and tongue roll the condom in place over his shaft. He groaned and balled his fists in the sheets as he watched you. You could feel the way his thighs tightened under your fingers as your tongue curled around his shaft. The strong cording of his muscles in his arms also became more noticeable as he gripped the sheets. The muscles he’d rightly earned through archery stood in high definition.

You pushed his cock right to the hilt, your lips making sure the condom was firmly in place before pulling back up.

“Fuck. Me,” he groaned, pulling you back up to kiss him.

“Oh, I plan to,” you teased just before your lips met.

As you resumed the frantic kissing you lowered yourself onto his cock and without even taking a moment to let yourself adjust to him, you began to move. You bounced quickly up and down on his shaft. His cock stretched and filled you. You both moaned into the kiss and your hands bunched in each other’s hair.

As you became breathless with exertion and sweat began to bead on your skin you pulled back so you were sitting upright on him. He looked up at you, his normally bright blue eyes now hooded and blown out with lust. “Fuck. Yeah, baby. Ride my dick hard,” he rasped, his hands on your hips, guiding you up and down on his shaft.

You leaned back, digging your hands into the thick muscles of his thighs. Each time you moved the head of his cock slammed into your g-spot and dragged across it. His hand went to your pussy and he began to rub your clit, firmly and in random patterns. You groaned, in a primal, animalistic way.

Clint groaned and his head fell back. He began to snap his hips up with you. You had planned to announce your orgasm. Let him know exactly what he was doing to you. You didn’t even get a chance. You screamed as it crashed down over you and gushed out of you.

“Fuck,” Clint croaked and jerked up into you suddenly and came.

You collapsed down on top of him, leaving his cock inside you as you caught your breath. His arms snaked around you, and he kissed the top of your head. “You are really good at the fucking part of this whole fuck buddy's situation,” you said.

Clint started laughing. “Thank you. You’re not too bad yourself.”

You chucked and slithered off him and he moved to toss the condom away. “Movie then?” he said, grabbing a slice of pizza and taking a bite.

You nodded. “There’s a new Mission Impossible movie. Let’s watch that.”

He grimaced and began flicking through Amazon. “Okay, but I don’t think it will be worth watching now they got rid of Brandt. He was awesome.”

// NEXT

[skyler-bane]

I. Leaving

Up went the sun. All the trees, sidewalks, and cars’ roofs seemed even brighter, still glistening with yesterday’s rain. Another warm morning in New York has just welcomed the residents. But would it be absolutely normal for everyone? Would an undisturbed daily routine be meant for everyone today?

 The walls turned painfully white as the first sunrays peered through the window – now one could also notice how empty they looked; no pictures or photographs, but minimalistic interiors had been pretty common for such a long time it wouldn’t make anyone question the owner’s taste. A large sofa had been waiting for so long to welcome any guests if they ever visited this place, there was a desk, along with some blue rug that looked exceptionally soft. A few shelves with books and CDs on them. Nothing more. No item found on the desk looked strange either and yet, it still didn’t seem to belong to a regular citizen, somehow. If one wanted to know why this room looked rather out of ordinary, the answer could be a couple of weird devices nobody but their owner knew what they were for.

And there he was; having fallen asleep so gracefully, with his cheek pressed against the keyboard, Skyler Bane had proudly managed to get his 4-or-so hours of sleep. Feeling how bad his back hurt, he let out a sigh and tried to make his position a bit more comfortable, slowly getting used to the brightness too. “Well, haven’t you mastered this trick…”, he muttered, blinking fast – still too much sun. But coffee wasn’t going to make itself and magically appear on the desk with a lovely “Drink Me” label… At least Skyler’s last commission wasn’t going to bother him anymore and could be classified as finished, a few days before the deadline. This should bring that… low quality sleep to an end, and hopefully the whites of Skyler’s eyes, along with his transparent and disturbingly grayish tone of skin would stop screaming ‘workaholic’. He finally managed to raise himself from the chair and head straight to the kitchen, where he looked outside the window. New York, how could these all people be so awake, smiling, and full of energy?

Skyler had moved to New York so many years ago, he couldn’t even imagine living in any other city now and every single time he actually tried to envision this move, that imaginary city looked… just like NYC. And 'moved'…? No, not really. He’d been brought to this city by his parents, straight from London where he’d spent his first 6 years of life. Not long enough for any strong bonds or friendships to be missed once they crossed the Manhattan Bridge, yet long enough to say his situation was rather difficult and… unappealing. No child would like to find themselves so far from their parents after all, not even with the loveliest grandparents as their new companions and guardians. New York was where Skyler had come to terms with what his parents had done to him, where his grandparents had managed to show him that the world wasn’t as rotten as it seemed to the little boy. But the reason he’d decided to stay in the city wasn’t as romantic as one would think. He’d simply gotten used to NYC, not bothered by his hopeless attempts at looking for some other place to live in. The message about his parents’ fatal accident and how he could move to their newly bought apartment in London - it all sounded like a joke, but sure Skyler could find some finesse in it. And he was going to move there without batting an eye as if they’d owed him much more than that. Which they certainly had. This one thought kept him going, this one thought reassured him that London was a good idea.

 A loud beep coming from his coffee machine announced that his drink was ready. It should wake him up, along with a hot shower, breakfast, and...- Another loud noise came from his front door this time. Someone was at the door and Skyler already hated them for coming this early, even though he was the one who had turned his phone off and made it impossible for others to contact him. He opened the door energetically as if he wanted to convince himself that he didn't need coffee to function properly. All his hatred was gone when he saw who his unexpected guest was.

"Hey, I brought your games! Sorry I didn't come yesterday, they called my mom and told her I failed that stupid test, so she got mad. I told her it wasn't because of the games or anything like that, but she never listens..." 

Ah, this boy. The list of people Skyler would miss wasn't long, his number one was Max, his neighbor. He was sixteen and lived with his mother and grandmother. Both of them weren't sure if Skyler could be considered a good company for Max, but his grandmother remembered Christine, Skyler's grandmother, and how wonderful a person she was, so eventually, they decided that as long as Max didn't start skipping school or using swear words, the two could hang out together. 

"It's okay, come in. D'you want somethin' to drink?"

"Yeah, some juice maybe? Thanks!"

Max came in and put the games on the table. A little bit too late for Bane to hide his bags and a few large boxes? Definitely. The man mouthed 'fuck' and hid his face behind the palms of his hands, so he could add a soundless, yet angry 'you stupid fuck' too. There was no way he could just disappear without saying a word now and he knew that well, he just had no clue how he was going to do that. Hey, I’m leaving and won’t be coming back. How was your day? 

Skyler handed the boy a glass of orange juice and grabbed his coffee too, leaning against the window sill in the kitchen. He took a sip of coffee and furrowed his brows.

"Why did you use 'fail' and 'test' in one sentence, though?"

"The questions were dumb! I couldn't understand them, nobody could," replied Max, sounding very disappointed. "I wasn't even the only one who didn't pass! The whole class, except for Josh of course, but it didn't convince my mom. She always says: 'if Josh gets good grades, then so could you'." 

Bane chuckled, ignoring Max's little protest that there was nothing funny about that. "Fuck Josh, he won't get any smarter if he's the only kid who understands dumb questions, yeah?" Max liked this part much more. He grinned at the man, as he drank his orange juice, and promised himself that he would use it next time his mom gets mad at his grades. "Don't worry about it, your grades aren't some kind of a mirror where you can see how smart you are. They're nothin' more than some simplified system and once you've finished school..." Skyler shrugged his shoulders and added; "At a job interview they never ask if you were an A student."

"Exactly! That’s what I tell myself but-"

"But you have to study, comprenez vous? Or your mom's gonna kill me, not you," he said, raising a brow even though he wasn't expecting an answer. And now the hardest part... Skyler inhaled deeply, told himself that he had to tell Max about his decision, then looked at the boy. "I’m leavin’. I'm goin' to London soon, I have to be sure you'll be ok, y'know?", then pointed at the boxes and the bags. “I know you’re probably disappointed and that’s not what you expected from me, but I just have to go. Start anew.”

Max opened his eyes wider, desperately looking for any signs that would let him believe his friend was joking. No, there weren't any, even the tone of his voice sounded completely different, unlike Skyler. He was going to leave him here. No more games, no more movies... No more silly adventures to keep secret from mom and grandma. Max hadn't felt that lonely in a long time; how else could one feel if their best friend told them something like this? "You're not coming back," he said flatly, avoiding Skyler's gaze for a moment. 

"Not really. I’ve got my stupid reasons... But I will visit you from time to time." 

"Is Aria one of the reasons?"

Some of the coffee he drank went down the wrong way and Skyler started coughing, which probably was the worst possible way of saying 'no'. "I know I said 'stupid reasons' but that's not what I meant," he said in a hoarse voice and cleared his throat once again.

"Ok, ok...- Is she going too, then?" 

"I don't care 'bout her and you shouldn't tell her anything in case she comes here. She stays in New York and I'm more than ok with that. Don't-"

"-talk to her, I know..." Max paused, giving himself a moment to ponder on his friend's words. He couldn’t just turn on his heel and leave, forget about their friendship. Skyler had helped him so many times and the last thing Max wanted was sound ungrateful. "If you have to... Come on, I'd be a shitty friend if I stopped talking to you or left without saying goodbye, right?"

"All I can say is that it'd be my style," he replied with a light chuckle. "Actually, that was my plan until you came here."

Max knew he wasn't joking but still managed to laugh at his confession. The fact that he eventually told him mattered most. 

"And now I better take a shower and get ready to... take care of... this and that." Max didn't have to know all the details about his terribly badly chosen role model - 'computer programmer'. Yeah, sure. 

"Sure," he replied with a small smile. Now he was sure that Skyler wasn't going to leave unexpectedly. 

"Max? Y'know what, I think you should take the games. I'll be far too busy to play them," he said, raising a brow. Skyler watched as the boy quickly went back to the table where he'd left the games and smiled to himself. He knew that it was probably the best apology he could come up with.

"Too bad I'll only get better at them." Max placed one hand on the doorknob and turned to Skyler, adding half-jokingly, "And you said you didn't like losing, Bane?", before he closed the door behind him.

Skyler finished his coffee in silence and headed to the bathroom. He really needed some time to think and as the kind of person whose brain worked much better in the shower, he really needed one right now. There were some things he needed to get done before he left New York, things that didn't necessarily sound pleasant, and he didn't have much time either.

[parabellum-rpg-archive]

Congratulations, Joss! You’ve been accepted to play Aaron Murphy (previously Aaron Khan, last name changed to fit the new FC’s ethnicity). Your request to change his FC to Bob Morley has also been approved. Please make your page and send it in within 24 hours.

Admin note: Joss, you’re absolutely flawless. You make it very easy to fall in love with your writing, and you’ve given Aaron so much depth! I can’t wait to see him on the dash! - Admin V

IC INFORMATION —

CHARACTER DESIRED Aaron Khan DESCRIBE THE CHARACTER IN YOUR OWN WORDS If you told Aaron to turn out his pockets and show what he’s accomplished in life, you might see it as just empty hands, but to him, being a dealer is the only thing he’s ever been really good at. He’s got learning disabilities, dyslexia and ADHD, that prevented him from ever really settling into a normal life or doing well in school, but when it comes to weed, he’s a fucking prodigy. He can tell the weight of a bag just by looking at it or holding it, he can tell from the smell if product is good or not, and he knows how to spot an undercover cop at 100 yards. His greatest skill is in being able to read his customers. He can tell from the moment you approach him what strain you’re going to need, how much, and what you’re willing to pay. He’s friendly, never tries to force you to be his friend, and always stands by his product. If weed were legal, he might be paying taxes and living the good life at a cannabis dispensary. As it is, he’s the guy on everyone’s cell phone under “Aaron Green”. People usually assume when you say your home life was bad that someone was smacking you around or there was no food, maybe your parents were junkies or crackheads. But it doesn’t have to be that dramatic to be bad. Sometimes your family can just forget you exist. Aaron was one of eight kids and none of them ever really had a chance. He disappeared in among his siblings so that no one ever noticed when he never came home at night. His home was loud, but there was never any real love in it. His parents were immigrants who’d come to America as children and never gotten out of the ghetto neighbourhoods of Detroit. They never had enough money and worked all the time, and when they came home, they would just stare blankly at their children, as if to say, “are you still here?” Aaron doesn’t think they were ever even in love; certainly the photographs never show people who looked happy to be together. Sometimes he lets himself wonder if they were like him, with dreams that they could never achieve and a burning need to do something, and if they just got beaten down by life, but it’s not like he can ask anymore. Chicago was the farthest Aaron could get from Detroit on the money he’d saved up, and it seemed like a town that still had hope, while Detroit was just dying slowly around him. He had a cousin there whose couch he crashed on (Aaron has cousins everywhere, they come out of the woodwork whenever one of them needs somewhere to crash), and a few job possibilities lined up, but he’d get itchy if he got stuck working behind a counter or washing dishes or shifting mail around, needing more stimulation than entry-level jobs provided. If he’d had the money to do training in a trade or something, maybe he could’ve done something with his hands that kept him occupied, or trained to be a tech expert, since he loves video games and can play them for hours if need be. Instead, he asked his dealer if the guy could hook him up with a gig, and one thing led to another. Working for the Costellos is mildly terrifying at times, but it feeds that part of him that needs to move and stay active. He doesn’t deal anything too hard, just weed and some party drugs, and he’s a favourite of club kids and college students for the quality of his product and his innovations when it comes to packaging and branding. He’ll wake up in the middle of the night with a brilliant idea about a new line of edibles like peppermint chocolates for the on-the-go buyer who doesn’t want to overindulge, or flavoured strains of CBD oil laced with hash to give a smooth high without any paranoia, or making their own line of e-liquids for vapes (something he’s very into, do not get him started on the unfair legislation around vaping rights), and spend the next three days making it happen only to crash once his latest masterpiece is complete. He could probably survive without a roommate at this point (though he’d have to live somewhere shady to do so and he’s become a little too comfortable to move back to the hood), but he used the excuse of needing one to let Corinna into his life. She’s the first person he’s lived with that he doesn’t feel anything but uncomplicated affection for, and the idea of having friends that you’re not either also selling to or working for is new and interesting for him. He’s a genuinely nice person (more so when baked but also overall), and he’s always happy to share his groceries or just sit up with her and listen to her talk. He may even someday tell her about his family, though that remains a subject he doesn’t address.   WRITING SAMPLE “Hey, man-bun!” Aaron turned around by reflex, even though someone yelling anything at you out of the blue was, at best, 50/50 gonna be a shitty situation. “That’s what your mom called me last night. At least I think that’s what she was saying, there was a lotta moaning going o-” Aaron didn’t get to finish his sentence, the punch catching him straight in the jaw. He looked like he could handle himself in a fight, but his muscles were all for show. Staggering back, he checked to see if all his teeth were still there. That was one thing that hadn’t gone wrong yet. “You sold me bad shit, motherfucker! Gimme my money back, or I’m gonna end you!” If this had been back in Detroit, Aaron might have taken this conversation more seriously, especially because he’d just gotten punched in the face, but this was Chicago, and he worked for the Costellos. Some little trust fund baby wasn’t gonna roll up on him and try and get a fucking refund. “That’s a shame. You still got the stuff? I’ll trade it in for new shit.” They were outside a bar in Costello territory, and the guy squaring up at him looked like he rowed every day and ate ivy for a living. Sure, he was dressed like he was living that thug life, but c'mon, no one’s teeth were that straight in Chiraq. That was the problem with cities like this, everyone thought they could front. Nobody in the suburbs would’ve even bothered, they’d have probably said please and thank you, but out here, people watched too many movies and thought you had to act like an OG. His friend, cuz of course he had a friend, punks like this never tried anything when it was a fair fight, just stood slightly off to the side and switched between grinning and sneering. “Are you fucking stupid? Did you hear me? Gimme my fucking money now! You’re lucky I don’t call my boys down and fuck your shit up for giving me lousy stuff!” It had gotten to the point where Aaron wasn’t really a street dealer primarily anymore, he was the guy you called when you needed something. He did deliveries and hung out at parties and clubs. When you were selling a product people wanted, you didn’t have to pound the pavement to sell it. But he was doing another favour for Holden. Aaron always did favours for Holden, no matter how many times the other man asked. He couldn’t help it. And normally he could spot an asshole a mile off and choose to refuse service, but Holden needed his quota to stay up, so Aaron had been a little too liberal with his sales tonight. Figures he’d get punched on his night off. “Like I said, I can do a trade if you’re unhappy with the product, but this isn’t a Target, man. We don’t do refunds. So hand over the shit, and I’ll give you some primo Afghani Kush. I’ll even top up the bag free of charge, cuz I wanna preserve our relationship.” The kid wasn’t having any of it. “I already smoked it and it did jackshit! I’m not even high! We even mixed it with some coke and it did fucking nothing!” Oh boy. So on top of assholes, they were idiots too. “You can’t mix it with coke, man. That just ruins both highs. If you’d said you’d wanted something to blend with uppers, I coulda-” Aaron was prevented in continuing with his sales pitch when the kid pulled out a gun. The fucking sikik seemed to think he could draw down in public. Granted, it was a shit neighbourhood, but it was still a Neighbourhood. “C'mon guy, this is a bad move. You really wanna think this one through, you know?” This whole evening was really turning into a bummer. If he got shot by this at hırsızı, he’d never live it down. And he didn’t have health insurance. The kid’s gun didn’t waver, and his friend had pulled a piece too. Awesome. “You coulda just given me the money, now I’m gonna take everything, and I’m gonna kick your ass too, you piece of shit fag-” The conversation ended abruptly with a squealing of tires and bright lights. Aaron jumped out of the way, rolling across the sidewalk and dragging himself up when there wasn’t immediate gunfire. The kid and his friend were now lying in the road groaning in front of a red Ford pickup. The door opened and Holden got out, looking at Aaron with bewilderment. “What the hell happened?” Stumbling forward, Aaron had the sense to kick the guns away from the two kids as he limped over to the truck’s passenger side. “Just a difference of opinion, don’t worry about it. But I’m thinking we talk about moving you to somewhere a little more high-class. This neighbourhood is going to shit.” As Holden slammed into the car and peeled away, the neighbourhood returned to normal, like it had never happened. It was Chicago, weirder things happened every day. Aaron leaned his head against the glass and dug a joint out of his pocket, inserting it between his lips and expertly lighting it with his lucky Zippo. “Don’t smoke that in the car, you’ll make it reek in here.” Laughing, Aaron rolled down the window. “You’re the weirdest dealer I know, man. C'mon, night’s still young, let’s hit Lake Forest and make some money off the preps out there.” Holden, shaking his head, took the turnoff and headed for the suburb. “You ever take anything seriously, cabron?” Aaron winked. “Not unless I can’t avoid it, kaşar.”