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misctf · 1 day ago

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I’ve always been chill with the fact that my good friend Alex is gay, but I don’t know I’ve never really understood that whole lifestyle ya know? Either way, Alex is chill, pretty funny, and honestly rather straight-passing so we hang out pretty frequently. Recently, Alex told me about this new weed he scored from his cousin, all I need to say yes. He warned that it’s pretty strong and has “some interesting effects”? Whatever that means. I didn’t care, I was always down to smoke with my best bro.

Alex and you had been friends for years now. Through thick and thin. Break-ups, parties, deep conversations overnight, and triumphs on the field. He was a brother to you and you appreciated his company and friendship. So when he came out as gay, you couldn't give two shits. You'd even offered to be his wingman and showed him all the support you could. But there were certainly bumps. You'd talk about your most recent hook-ups with some chick and he'd try to talk about some guy he met on Grindr. Whether you intended to make it obvious or not, he was able to pick up on the subtle cues that you weren't exactly comfortable with the topic. Your promise to be his wingman? You left the gay bar barely thirty minutes after arriving. And the night he tried to explain bottoming... that was way too much for your heteronormative mindset to begin to want to understand. So as the months passed, you found that Alex wasn't really sharing all too much about his personal life. Part of you was relieved- you much rather preferred your straight-acting friend to be straight-acting. Another part felt that the closeness of your bond was irretrievably broken.

"Dude, I scored some weed from my cousin." You read over the text and grinned. Alex's cousin always scored the best shit, "You down to try? I should warn, it has some interesting effects. Hope you're not gonna pussy out."

Interesting effects? Pussy out? You had a few questions. What did he mean by interesting effects? And since when did Alex use language like "pussy out?" Maybe it had something to do with the interesting effects Alex mentioned? Lowered his inhibitions a bit? Expanded his vocab? You chuckle and pushed the thoughts aside- did it matter after all? You just wanted to hang out with your best bro.

"Count me in."

You quickly head over to his place, a feeling of excitement building in you. When you think about it, its been a bit since you've smoked together. Usually, you'd play videogames after and have some deep conversations about life. But as you drive to his place, something feels off. Alex didn't live on this side of town? Did he? And when you park outside a dingy apartment complex, more questions arise. Since when did he live next to a gym? Since when did he live here? The place looked rundown, yet you shake your head and chuckle to yourself. Alex always lived here- how could you forget? You quickly walk up the stairs and knock on his door.

"Come in, doors unlocked."

The booming voice on the other side of the door beckons you and you pause. That didn't sound like Alex. His voice was never that deep... that masculine... Again, you shake your head. No... no that was Alex. His voice was always like that- one that would turn heads, that commanded a room. That would echo when he'd win a match of Call of Duty. Yeah... that was Alex...

"Fuck yeah, bruh. Glad you made it."

You enter Alex's apartment and are immediately hit with the stench of days old gym clothes, overcooked ground beef, weed, and trash that really needed to be taken out.

"Bro... Alex, it reeks in here." You cough, "Wh..."

You want to ask him how this happened, what was happening, but your brain paused. Nothing's changed, duh. This was Alex's apartment as it always was. There was a TV, some work-out equipment, and a dirty mattress... no decorations, no desk with his office work- just as always, right? And on that mattress...

"Alex?"

"What's up, brah. Been a bit." He smirked, "So you wanna try this weed?"

Something was wrong. Something wasn't right. Alex... Alex was lean and toned after years of soccer and track. Well groomed- preppy if anything. And you were the taller one too. But the man sitting there? Buff, muscles bulging, at least 6'3". He scratched his itchy beard, revealing a pit filled with matted, musky pit fur. His grin was predatory- not warm or kind. And he looked you over closely like he was inspecting his prey. Part of you wanted to run... but another part... no... this was Alex as you've known him. The tension in your body diminishing as you reconcile the man in front of you as Alex.

"Yeah..."

Your brain feels a bit fuzzy and you walk over and sit. He grins as he hands you a blunt and watches closely as you bring it to your lips.

"Cousin got me that shit." He comments as he goes back to playing his game, "You know dude, I was worried about us." You look over at him and raise an eyebrow, "You've been distant. Felt like I came out and it was too much for you to handle."

"No, no it's not that." You cough as the weed tickles your lungs, "I just... look man, I totally support you and whatever makes you happy." You feel a tingle down your spine, "It's just..."

"No, I get it. You just don't understand." He throws his controller to the ground, and you can feel his frustration. Alex wasn't one to get emotional or angry... you shake your head. Right, Alex was always a bit of a hothead, "And that's okay. I didn't understand a lot of things either."

"Wh-what do you mean?" Your voice cracks and you cough to clear your throat.

"Well, I didn't understand why anyone would want to be a fuckin' top." He says, "I always loved to bottom, but fuck dude you have no idea what its like to have your dick buried in some twink." He smirks, "And its not just topping. It's the fuckin' lifestyle." He looks around his dingy, sparsely furnished apartment, "The smell, the simplicity... dude it's liberating."

You nod along, a wave of vertigo washing over you. Preventing you from being able to reply. You look down at your hands and the vertigo intensifies. Since when were they so dainty? So well manicured? You shake your head... no... this is right... right?

"I never really understand why guys wanted to get so swole." He flexes and looks over at you. His grin suddenly widens, "Fuck..."

"What? Is there something wrong with me?" Your voice is certainly an octave or two higher- breathy, seductive. You don't entirely register it.

"No, no you're perfect, babe."

Babe? You raise an eyebrow. But despite your confusion, the only thing that escapes your lips is a giggle and you feel your face flush red. Babe... you liked it when he called you that.

"You know..." You say, "I didn't understand a whole lot." You sigh and kick your feet, "Bottoming, being gay? I didn't understand it." You look over at Alex and feel your tiny nub start to chub up, "But when I look at you..." Your eyes roam his mountainous pecs, his beautiful abs, the predatory look in his eyes, "Well..." But it was also his musk, his carefree lifestyle, his commitment to getting swole, "Oh god..." As your eyes traveled south you see his bulge and you lick your puffy cocksucker lips.

"Yeah..." He paws at his bulge, "You know, I didn't understand why guys were obsessed with slutty twinks with thick asses either."

He moves closer to you and you shudder at the intensity of his gaze and the warmth radiating from his body. You look away, so flustered by the hungry look in your hook-up's eyes. But when you look down, you gasp. You were so thin, so soft. Your skin pale and free from blemishes. Not a remnant of body hair gracing your body. Worse yet, your dick was barely three inches hard.

"I don't... I don't like understand." You whimper in a voice that sounds foreign to your ears.

"No you didn't." Alex pins you to the bed, his sweat dripping onto your thin chest, "You didn't understand the gay lifestyle, you didn't understand bottoming." God he was so strong... so sexy... and his bulge... you could barely focus on anything else, "But this weed, it helps with that."

"You'll like totes help me understand?" He can see you eying his bulge, your eyes glazing over in an unabashed lust. A desperateness coming through... a need to make sense of all these feelings.

He doesn't say another word. He roughly kisses you along your neck, his beard tickling your skin. Your back arches and you moan- pleasure filling your body. You paw at his pecs, the meaty mounds in your grip wiping away any desire for tits. You reach around his muscular back, gripping it as your eyes role into the back of your head. You liked being dominant, hearing girls moan as you pleasured them. But now... your moans filled the air and you wanted to be dominated. And when he breaks away, you're breathing hard.

"Please..."

With his muscular arms, he flips you over with ease. You seemingly know what to do next. Your present your ass and you feel his rough hands squeeze your jiggly mounds of flesh. The pleasure radiating from his touch alone leaves you drooling, face down in his unwashed, musky mattress. And then without warning, he's inside you. Thrusting. Grunting. Sweating. And with each thrust you understand more and more. As your prostate is pleasured in ways you didn't know possible- you understood. As he calls you his slut, asks if you like taking his meaty cock- you understood. And when you are filled with his seed and left dripping and moaning- you understood.

There's no cuddling afterwards, no kisses. You clean up quick and saunter out. Your ass sore, your mind in shambles. The weed tickling your brain, rewiring more of your precious neurons, altering your reality. Helping you understand. Any resistance, any pleading from the real you, is systematically silenced. Permanently. You understand now- you are, always have been, and will always be a horny, slutty bottom. And you want this. The sound of another Grindr notification echoes from your phone. Your ass pulses with need. You understood what comes next.

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Hey everyone- have a little more time to work on stories so gonna try to catch up on some asks. Hope you enjoy!

#male tf #male transformation #mental change #personality tf #straight to gay #dumber tf #twink tf #forced transformation

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lvnleah · 22 hours ago

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sneaking around | no more secrets.

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warnings - 18+, contains a little smut!

April 17th | 26 weeks pregnant.

You and Kyra had been sneaking around for weeks now.

Ever since your trip to Australia, since the first kiss on the beach, something between you had shifted and neither of you had been able to leave it alone.

You shared stolen kisses when no one was looking, many lazy mornings tangled up in your or Kyra’s sheets, living in your own little bubble like the rest of the world didn’t exist.

This morning was no different.

You should have been up and getting ready for training, but instead, you were wrapped around each other in your bed, the sun slipping lazily through the curtains. Kyra’s fingers traced slow, thoughtless patterns over your bump, her face buried against your neck as you played with the ends of her messy hair.

“Five more minutes,” she mumbled, her lips brushing your skin.

“You said that fifteen minutes ago,” you whispered, even as you tilted your head to give her more space. “We need to get up, Ky. Beth will be coming in soon.”

Kyra just hummed and kissed a path up to your jaw, her hand tightening around your waist. She kissed you properly then, slow and deep, and you forgot, just for a second, about the real world waiting for you.

Eventually, you groaned and pulled away. “Training, Ky. We’re gonna get murdered if we’re late again.”

Kyra whined but rolled out of bed, helping you up without thinking, her hands always careful around your middle. “Why do we have to go.” She groaned.

“Erm, maybe because it’s our job?” You chuckled, standing in front of her as your arms slipped around her neck. “It’s only for a few hours.”

Her hands moved down to you lower back, the pair of you standing as close together as you could with your bump, “We could just stay home…have a lazy day.”

You sighed as she pecked your lips once again, “You really think Leah’s gonna look past us having a day off together? She’d know Kyra, she’s already suspicious about something going on between us.”

“Yeah but that’s only because she thinks everyone’s shagging,”

You laughed, burying your face in Kyra’s shoulder for a moment. “True. But if we both mysteriously call in sick the same day? She’ll never let it go.”

Kyra groaned dramatically and nuzzled her nose into your hair. “Fine. But after training, you’re mine for the rest of the day.”

You smiled against her skin. “Deal.”

You somehow managed to get yourselves moving, lazily throwing on some training gear before heading downstairs to grab a quick breakfast. You were leaning against the kitchen counter, half-asleep, while Kyra stood behind you, her arms wrapped loosely around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder as you nibbled on a piece of toast.

She began to plant kisses up your shoulder until she eventually reached your neck and then she began to pepper small kisses along your jawline.

“Kyra,” you laughed as she hit a ticklish spot before spinning you around to face her, “Ky, stop Beth will be back from her walk soon.”

“I…” she smirked as she pecked your lips, “don’t…” another kiss, “care…” and another kiss which lasted longer this time.

The two of you melted into each other, everything for a moment was forgotten. Kyra’s hands slid under the hem of your hoodie, pulling you a little bit closer. It was too easy with her, she made you forget the entire world existed outside the two of you.

The slam of the front door had you jumping apart like teenagers caught by a parent.

“Well, well, well… what do we have here?”

Kyra stepped back quickly, trying and failing to look innocent as you wiped at your mouth, your cheeks burning. You could feel the panic radiating off her as Beth strolled into the kitchen. Myle ran over to you both as Beth unclipped her lead.

Kyra let out a tiny, strangled noise, somewhere between a cough and a squeak, and practically jumped back from you like she’d been electrocuted.

“I–I’m just gonna…uh…grab my boots,” she mumbled, walking out of the kitchen at a record speed.

Beth watched her go with a wicked little smile before turning her attention fully to you.

You stood frozen, half a piece of toast still hanging awkwardly from your hand, cheeks burning.

“Close friends, huh?” she smirked. “Because that definitely looked like you two were just kissing.”

“She stayed the night, didn’t she?” Beth teased, pouring out a glass of apple juice before sitting at the kitchen counter.

“She stayed to make sure I slept, that’s all,” you said, way too quickly.

Beth laughed, not buying it for a second.

“Oh yeah, bet she was very helpful with that,” she teased, waggling her eyebrows.

You groaned and buried your face in your hands. “Please stop.”

“Hey, I’m not judging! It’s cute. Makes me want to throw up a bit, but it’s cute.”

You peeked at her through your fingers and saw her smirking like the devil.

“Beth.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute together!”

You peeked up at her through your fingers. “You’re gonna tell Leah, aren’t you?” you mumbled.

Beth’s grin turned downright evil. “Oh no, I wanna see how long Kyra can last sneaking around.”

“We’re not even anything yet…” you mumbled once again into your hands. “We stupidly kissed once in Australia and well…”

“You haven’t stopped since then?” Beth smirked, finishing your sentence for you. “Oh how it just feels like yesterday me and Viv were sneaking around!”

You let out another groan just as Kyra reappeared, looking suspiciously like she’d been giving herself a pep talk in the hallway.

Beth winked at you both, “Come on, lovebirds. If we’re late, Leah’s wrath is on you and not even your pregnant ass is gonna save you.”

The drive to training with Beth was normal, at least it looked that way from the outside. You sat in the passenger seat like any other teammate getting a lift, trying to keep your cool. But Beth’s raised brow every time she caught you checking your phone or smiling at a text from Kyra? Not helpful.

You pulled into the lot at the training ground and Beth hopped out, already yelling something about someone owing her a coffee. But you lingered.

Kyra had driven herself, parking just a few spots away. And when she stepped out of her car, her eyes immediately found yours. One look was all it took and before you knew it you were standing together, pecking each other's lips.

It was stupid and reckless and a little bit addictive. Kyra grinned as she cupped your jaw and pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

“Quick one,” she whispered, leaning in again. “For luck.”

You kissed her back, just as quick, even though you both knew “quick” was a lie. Her hand splayed gently across your bump and her thumb brushed back and forth like she couldn’t stop touching you.

Then Beth’s voice carried across the car park. “You two coming or should I book you the honeymoon suite?”

Kyra jumped, stumbling backwards into a random car. You bit back a laugh as you followed her out a moment later, cheeks warm.

The moment you and Kyra walked through the doors of the training ground, definitely not as far apart as you should have been, you were met with a chorus of voices and a few very smug looks.

Katie was already stretching with Caitlin near the benches, and she didn’t even try to hide the way her eyes swept over the both of you. “Oh, look who magically arrived at the same time,” she sang.

Vic tilted her head slightly, eyes narrowing. “Weren’t you driving in separately?”

Steph didn’t even look up from retaping her wrist. “They were. Until they weren’t.”

Kyra tried to play it cool, shrugging. “Coincidence.”

You nodded far too enthusiastically. “We just parked near each other.”

“Uh-huh.” Caitlin exchanged a grin with Katie. “And you just happened to be standing suspiciously close to each other in the car park?”

“Just chatting!” Kyra said a little too fast, throwing her hands up. “People chat!”

Leah raised an eyebrow but let it go, muttering something suspiciously like “you’re all weird today” as she turned away.

When the team finally headed out onto the pitch, you hung back as planned, heading into the gym for some light work. You were 26 weeks pregnant which meant no full training sessions for you, just strength and mobility. Honestly, you were grateful. It gave you a moment to breathe.

Ten minutes later, just as you were adjusting the settings on the treadmill, you heard the door open.

You turned, and there was Kyra.

She glanced over her shoulder like she was checking for witnesses before darting across the gym and pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. “Forgot my water,” she whispered.

You grinned. “Oh really?”

She kissed you again, this time on the lips, a little slower. “Definitely...”

She hummed against your lips. “I should forget it more often.”

But you pulled back, whispering, “We’re gonna get caught.”

Kyra shrugged innocently. “Only if we’re not quick.”

You groaned softly but couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “You’re dangerous.”

“Flattered.” She gave your bump a gentle rub before backing away. “I’ll see you later.”

As the door swung shut behind her, you leaned back against the treadmill and took a moment to steady yourself. You were sure your cheeks were permanently flushed these days from pregnancy, hormones, or Kyra, it was anyone’s guess.

You eventually got into your routine. Some gentle stretches, a bit of resistance band work and working on your pelvic floor. You had your headphones in but weren’t playing anything, just using them as a universal “do not disturb” signal.

By the time the session outside wrapped up, you were sitting on a yoga mat, gently stretching your legs out in front of you. The door burst open again, loudly this time, and the full team started filing in, all red-cheeked and sweaty from the pitch.

Kyra was among the first through the door, complaining to Kim about something. She barely looked up as she passed, muttering a distracted “Alright?” before dropping onto the floor beside the weights bench to start stretching.

Beth and Katie wandered in next, still mid-argument over whether or not Katie had deliberately taken Mariona out during a drill.

“I barely touched her!”

“You flattened her like a pancake!”

“It was tactical!”

“Tactical murder maybe,” Caitlin called as she trailed in behind them.

Kyra was sprawled out beside you on a mat, lazily stretching her hamstrings. You were sitting with your legs out in front of you, gently rolling your ankles and leaning back on your hands, hoodie pulled up just enough to let your bump breathe.

“She moving around much today?” Kyra asked casually, glancing at your stomach.

You shrugged, brushing your hand over it. “She was quiet earlier, but she’s been wriggling a bit since I sat down.”

Kyra gave a thoughtful little nod, then suddenly perked up. “Hang on.”

She sat up straighter, unlocked her phone again, and started scrolling through her music.

You eyed her suspiciously, “What are you doing?”

“She’s gotta learn early,” Kyra grinned, already tapping the speaker on. “Test her loyalty.”

The opening chords of North London Forever started playing quietly, and your eyebrows shot up.

“Oh my god, Kyra.”

Kyra ignored you completely and grinned like a madwoman, crawling over until she was right next to you. She gently lifted the hem of your hoodie a little more and placed her phone, speaker facing in, beside your bump like she was performing some kind of sacred ritual.

“She’s not even born yet.”

“She’s still a gooner,” Kyra said seriously. “This is cultural education.”

You opened your mouth to protest again, but then you felt a little thump.

And another.

You sucked in a breath, hand shooting to your bump. Kyra froze beside you.

“Wait… was that—”

“She kicked.” You blinked. “I can’t believe she actually just kicked because you played nor—”

Kyra’s face lit up like she’d won the league. “YES!”

“What’s going on?” Katie called from a few feet away.

“She kicked!” Kyra shouted, grinning wildly. “Right on the chorus!”

Caitlin scrambled up and jogged over, closely followed by Katie, Beth, and a few of the others. Suddenly there was a small crowd around you, everyone peering down at your bump with wide, excited eyes.

“Do it again!” Caitlin said, eyes bright.

“She’s not a circus act,” you laughed, cheeks flushed.

“Just one more time,” Kyra said, already rewinding the track and holding her phone gently back against your stomach. “Come on, baby Gooner. Do it again for us.”

The chorus came back around and, right on cue, a soft kick.

And then a real, solid, proper kick.

You laughed in disbelief. “Okay, what the hell my child is brain washed.”

“She knows her stuff!” Beth grinned, crouching beside you to place her hand over your bump.

“She’s already a better fan than Kyra,” Katie added with a smirk.

“Hey that scarf was one time!” Kyra huffed, standing next to Katie.

“She’s gonna be singing that in no time,” Caitlin said with a grin.

“She’ll be swearing at refs by three,” Katie added.

“Oi!” you laughed.

Leah nudged your shoulder. “You’re raising a proper little Gooner.”

You smiled and nodded, laying a hand protectively over the bump. Your teammates played around for a little longer trying to get the baby to kick before all going to take showers and get ready to head home.

You soon followed after them, taking a shower yourself and packing your own things up. You were tugging on your hoodie, carefully pulling it down over your bump as Kyra sat on the bench beside you, bent over and tying her shoelaces.

Beth dropped down onto the bench opposite, bag slung over her shoulders, hair still wet from her shower.

“You coming home with me?” she asked, glancing between you and Kyra like she already knew the answer. “Steph’s cooking, and apparently she bought three different kinds of pasta and no actual sauce, so that should be entertaining.”

“Actually,” you said, voice casual, “I’m going back to Kyra’s.”

Beth raised an eyebrow. “Again?”

You nodded. “Yeah. We, erm… we’re having a movie night together.”

Beth smirked. “Mmm. So you’re basically moved in then?”

“No,” you said quickly. “It’s not like that.”

“She has a drawer,” Kyra mumbled, failing completely to hide the grin on her lips.

“Kyra!” you warned, your eyes wide.

Beth choked on her laugh. “She has a drawer?!”

“Oh fuck sake! It’s one drawer!”

“Uh-huh,” Beth said, grinning. “And how many nights this week?”

You groaned and hid your face in your hands. “You’re impossible.”

Beth laughed. “Look, I’m not judging, kid. If it makes you feel better, I think it’s kind of cute. Sickeningly cute, but still.”

Kyra bumped your shoulder gently. “Told you she wouldn’t mind.”

“Yeah, well,” you muttered, peeking out from behind your hands. “She’s gonna tell Leah now.”

“Oh, absolutely not,” Beth said with no shame. “But only because I want to see Kyra spiral.”

Kyra gasped. “That’s so mean! I’m the best at keeping secrets.”

“Sure,” Beth shrugged. “I give it two more days before one of you breaks and lets it slip.”

You and Kyra exchanged a glance, your smiles soft and full of something neither of you had quite said out loud yet.

Beth caught it and rolled her eyes. “Gross. Alright, lovebirds. Go play house. I’ll enjoy the pasta disaster alone and hope Steph doesn’t kill me!”

You stood up slowly, Kyra rising beside you to help with your bag like she always did. As you both made your way to the door, Beth called after you.

“Hey!”

You turned.

“Drawer or not, if she doesn’t bring you back glowing and fed, I’m kidnapping you back to mine.”

You smiled over your shoulder. “Deal.”

The drive to Kyra’s flat wasn’t long. You kicked off your shoes as soon as you stepped inside, sighing in relief as Kyra took your bag and set it by the door. Her flat was cozy and quiet, the kind of space that always felt like it existed in its own little world.

“You okay?” she asked softly, her hand already settling on your lower back in that gentle way she always touched you now, like she couldn’t help it, like she needed to touch you at all times.

You nodded, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Better now.”

Her smile tugged at the corners of her lips, “You want food first? Or cuddles?”

You gave her a look. “Mmmm…I think cuddles first.”

Kyra grinned, took your hand, and led you to the couch.

You curled into her immediately, her arm around your back, your head tucked against her chest. She pulled the blanket from the armrest over you both without a word, her fingers trailing absently up and down your spine.

For a while, it was quiet. The hum of the heating, the distant sound of traffic outside, the steady rhythm of Kyra’s breathing beneath your cheek.

Then she tilted her head down, brushing her lips against your forehead. “You’re glowing, you know.”

You laughed quietly. “Pregnancy hormones.”

“No,” she whispered, her fingers brushing your jaw. “It’s you.”

You looked up at her, eyes meeting hers and something shifted.

Your hands moved first, tracing up her sides as you shifted carefully, easing yourself into her lap. Kyra’s breath hitched, her hands automatically bracing your hips as you settled above her, straddling her carefully, your small bump creating a gap between you.

Her eyes searched yours like she was checking a thousand times if you were sure.

And you were.

You kissed her, slow and deep and certain. Her hands gripped your thighs, fingertips pressing in just enough to remind you she was still trying not to lose control. But you didn’t want her to hold back.

Your fingers slid into her hair, tugging gently as your lips parted for hers again. You rolled your hips against hers as the kiss deepened.

She pulled back slightly, “Tell me what you need,” she whispered.

You smiled, breathless and aching in a way that wasn’t just physical. “Just you. Kyra please…please just t-touch me.”

Kyra’s breath caught as she nodded, brushing her thumb gently across your cheek. “Okay,” she whispered. “I’ve got you.”

She kissed you once more, soft and lingering, before slipping her arms around you and rising, holding you close as she guided you toward the bedroom.

She helped you undress, leaving you in just your underwear before undressing herself. She paused at the edge of the bed, her hands finding your hips. “Lie back for me?” she asked, voice soft.

You nodded, cheeks warm, and eased yourself down onto the mattress. She watched every movement carefully, her eyes soft and attentive. Then, gently, she knelt beside you and reached for a pillow, lifting your hips and sliding it beneath you.

You blinked at her, “Kyra…”

“It helps, baby,” she said quietly, brushing her fingers across your bump and then lower, her gaze flicking back to yours. “Takes the pressure off your back. I read about it.”

Your chest ached in the best way. “You’ve been reading?”

She gave a small, shy smile. “Of course I have. I want to take care of you, babe.”

“Do you want this?” Kyra added.

“Yes Kyra,” you moaned, scooping her hair up into a makeshift ponytail as she slipped between your legs, “Please just fuck me.”

She smirked before placing a kiss on your lips before working her way down your jaw, neck and eventually your breasts. Her hand palmed at them as she placed gentle kisses all around. She whispered sweet words between the kisses.

Kyra tutted, “Such a needy girl,” she whispered, slipping her hand in your underwear. Your breath hitched as she flicked her thumb over your clit, “You’re so wet for me, baby.”

She began to rub gentle circles over your clit, strings of pleads and moans slipping from your mouth. She parted your legs and slipped between them, you whined at the loss of contact on your clit as she pulled your bottoms and underwear down your legs and threw them somewhere across the room to later be found.

Kyra’s soft lips placed gentle kisses against up and down your thighs, each time she edged closer and closer to your throbbing clit. You ran your hand through her hair, scooping it up once again into a ponytail.

Arching your back, moans continued to slip from your mouth, “Kyra please do something, I’m begging you!”

A whine slipped from your mouth as Kyra blew cool air onto your swollen clit before taking it into her mouth. With her arm wrapped over your hips, she began to suck and run her tongue over your clit. Your moans became louder and louder as Kyra worked her tongue on your clit.

“K-Kyra, oh fuck!” You gripped onto her hair, lightly pulling at it, “I’m so c-close, fuck. Baby, I-I’m so close.”

Just as you came close to cumming, Kyra detached her mouth from your sensitive bud. A laugh escaped her, “Not cuming that quickly, baby.”

Your breath hitched once again and your body squirmed as Kyra ran her finger through your drenched folds. With no warning, her mouth latched back onto your pussy. Your hips began to slowly grind against her face as she switched between sucking and flicking her tongue against your clit.

A gasp left your mouth as Kyra slipped two fingers into your entrance, she sucked at your clit while her fingers slipped in and out. Strings of moans continued to leave your mouth as you pulled Kyra’s head closer to your pussy, begging for more. Her fingers hit all the right places, edging you closer and closer.

“Kyra fuck,” your legs wrapped around Kyra’s head, gripping her in place, “Fuck, yes! Right there.” You moaned as Kyra hit your sweet spot.

“Cum for me baby.” Kyra mumbled against your skin. “I love hearing those pretty moans of yours.”

Your legs began to shake, your muscles tightened and an overwhelming sensation overcame you as you reached your high. You clenched around Kyra’s fingers before spilling your juices all over her fingers.

She continued to explore you carefully, tracing over every curve and stretch of skin like you were something holy. She kissed the tears that had gathered at the corners of your eyes and whispered how proud she was of you, how beautiful you were, how much she loved you, even if she hadn’t said those words yet.

Later, you were curled into her chest, and the room had gone quiet again. The only sounds were the soft hum of the radiator and the steady rhythm of Kyra’s breathing beneath your ear.

Your fingers traced absent shapes on her skin, your body still warm from the afterglow, but your mind slowly catching up—tugging at the part of you that had stayed guarded, even now.

“Kyra?” you asked softly, barely above a whisper.

She hummed, eyes closed, her hand still stroking gentle circles over your hip. “Mm?”

You hesitated, pressing your cheek more firmly against her chest like it would give you courage. “What are we?”

Kyra stilled.

You felt the silence settle between you, your own breath suddenly too loud. You pulled back slightly so you could see her face. “I’m not trying to ruin anything, I just… I need to know. What this is. What we are.”

Her brows furrowed, confusion softening into something more tender. “You’re mine,” she said, voice soft. “At least, I hope you are.”

You bit your lip, your heart thudding. “I just… I can’t mess around, Kyra. Not with this. Not when I’ve got her to think about.”

Your hand dropped to your small bump, and Kyra’s followed without hesitation, resting over yours protectively.

“I know that,” she said, eyes locked on yours now, serious and steady. “And I’d never treat this like a game. Or you.”

You swallowed. “So what are we doing?”

Kyra took a breath like she needed to center herself. “I want to be with you. Fully. Properly. I want to be in your life. And if you’ll let me, I want to be in hers too.”

You blinked, throat tightening. “You mean that?”

She nodded, voice trembling slightly now. “I know she’s not here yet but she already matters to me. You both do.”

Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes. You sat up a little more, brushing your fingers over her collarbone. “It’s not just dating, Kyra. If you’re in, you’re in. She’s everything to me. I won’t have people coming and going. She doesn’t deserve that.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she said, instantly. “I want to be there for the sleepless nights and the first steps and the tantrums and everything in between. I know I haven’t said it yet, but…”

She reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, her fingers shaking just a little. “I’m already in love with you. And I think I started falling the second you trusted me enough to let me close.”

Your breath caught.

And for once, the words didn’t scare you. They made you feel steady. Like maybe this wasn’t so terrifying after all.

You leaned down, pressing your forehead to hers. “Okay,” you whispered. “Then I’m yours. And she is too, if you want her.”

Kyra blinked back tears, nodding. “I do. I really do.”

You kissed her then, not slow or rushed, but soft and certain. Like something new beginning.

Something real.

#lvnleah #woso x reader #awfc x reader #no more secrets universe #nms: hayden daniels #nms: hayden & kyra

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mattslilies · 3 days ago

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Just Friends - M.S.

"i could... uh, help you practice?" or... the one where you're nervous about your kissing skills, and your best friend offers to help you. warnings: kissing, making out, a slight bit of grinding, best friend!matt being a bit desperate cause he's got a crush. word count: 1.05k a/n: divider credit to @hyuneskkami! this takes place during high school, but both characters are 18!!

you flopped face first onto matt's bed with an exasperated groan, his head lifting up from his laptop with a raised eyebrow. he gave you a half smile, knowing it was probably something small that was causing you to be overly dramatic.

he closed his laptop, pausing his homework as he turned to look at you, you still face down into his pillows. he laughed before speaking, shaking his head.

"what's wrong?"

this wasn't an uncommon experience for you two. being best friends with matt since middle school, the sturniolo household saw so much of you that marylou had practically signed the adoption papers already.

the guest room was basically your room with how often you stayed the night, your stuff scattered around in it. the sturniolo family had crashed at your place for multiple nights when their house had burned down, your families just being that close. it was cramped, but you guys made it work.

that being said, matt knew you like the back of his hand. you groaned again into matt's pillow before rolling over, staring at him with a wide-eyed look.

"do you think you're a good kisser?"

matt choked on surprise, a nervous laugh leaving his mouth.

"i'm sorry, what?"

you sighed, staring up at the ceiling.

"like, how do you know if you're a good kisser or not?"

matt rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, his face flushed red.

"uh-" he coughed halfway through his sentence, clearly a little embarrassed.

"i guess if the other person likes it or not? i've never really had any complaints..."

he trailed off, not meeting your eyes as you turned to look at him.

"no?"

he shrugged.

"no."

you let out a frustrated sigh, throwing your head back down.

"well that doesn't help."

he let out another nervous chuckle, finally looking at you.

"why do you ask?"

you shrugged, looking dead at him.

"i mean, i'm a senior in high school, and i've kissed like one person, as a joke. what if i'm a terrible kisser?"

matt flushed a darker red, not being able to hold eye contact with you.

"i don't think that's an issue."

you gave him a curious look. he was hoping you wouldn't press him, and you chose not to.

"i just don't know what to do."

"i could... uh, help you practice?"

he couldn't believe he just said that. there was no way he just let those words leave his lips.

why would he say that?

you stared at him, jaw dropped slightly in shock, but the gears in your brain turning over the idea.

"really?"

he was stunned. not only was he still in shock that he'd said such a thing, but he couldn't believe you were considering it. he swallowed roughly, nodding.

"uh, yeah. i mean, i could tell you if you're any good or not."

you nodded, seeming more and more okay with the idea. you knew matt would be honest with you, and who better to do it with than matt, someone you already trusted with your life?

matt couldn't believe this was happening. he'd been harboring a pathetic crush on you for years now, one that his brothers had used as a reason for relentless teasing. he was astonished you hadn't called him out on it, or worse, cut him off. he'd just gotten himself over the fact that nothing would ever happen between you two, and now, here you were, on his bed, agreeing to kiss him.

"okay. yeah. let's do it."

you sat up, moving closer to matt on the bed. he swallowed a nervous laugh as he pushed himself further up, sitting against the headboard. you gently swung a leg over him, straddling his waist. his entire face was blood red as he stared into your eyes, nervousness clear in his eyes.

"is this okay?"

he nodded, a little too quickly. he pushed a piece of your hair behind your ear with his hand, the warm skin of his palm lingering on the side of your face afterwards. his thumb caressed your cheek, his eyes boring into yours.

"you can kiss me now."

you nodded, a little startled by the realness of the situation. a blush rose to your cheeks.

"right."

you slowly leaned in, his hand still holding the side of your face as his lips pushed onto yours, soft and warm just like the rest of his skin. your lips slowly moved against his, feeling him let out a soft breath into your mouth, a bit of shock in it.

you leaned in closer to him, your hands moving to the side of his face, holding it as your body pressed closer to his chest. a small whimper escaped you as matt's teeth gently caught your bottom lip by mistake, but as he pulled off to apologize, you crashed your lips harder onto his.

he gasped, quickly responding. his tongue slipped between your lips, deepening the kiss as you responded eagerly, a small moan leaving your mouth as you ground forward against his body. he choked around a breath, but refused to separate his lips from yours as one of his hands fell to your hips, pausing your movements.

matt was in heaven. the girl he'd been in love with for years was grinding on top of him, his tongue in her mouth. all of it felt unbelievable, and he wanted nothing more than to take things a step further, but he knew he needed to stop and ask. after all, this was just supposed to be practice, right?

he pulled off of you, taking in a breath. you giggled, accidentally pushing your hips down again, admiring the way his head tipped back with a moan.

"you can't just do that."

you immediately stopped, afraid of pushing him too far.

"sorry, i didn't mean-"

he shook his head.

"no, no i meant you can't just do that if you don't want to go further than just us being best friends. i can't do this if nothing changes afterwards."

you pressed your lips to his again, and rolled your hips forward.

"so then things will change afterwards."

that was all he needed to hear. he broke the kiss, and dropped his head against your shoulder before speaking.

"and clearly, you're a really fuckin' good kisser."

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Jack Abbot x F!Reader

1.5k || All my content is 18+ MDNI || CW: None, really. General cold/flu discussion. The slightest bit of angst if you squint in the form of Jack being worried about you for thirty seconds. Fluff.

Summary: Jack arrives home from work to you sick in bed.

AN: Fluffy sick fic! That's about it, really! I hope it's okay!

Even wrapped in the cocoon of blankets you’ve brought to bed with you, you’re still shivering. And miserable. Very, very miserable.

“Honey?” Jack’s caught off guard when your purse is still on the console table just inside the door. It makes his pulse rise just a little. He hates it, but he always goes to the worst case scenario, it’s what he’s trained for. He knows you must’ve overslept or fell back asleep on accident, but his brain runs through every possibility of you being injured or dead somewhere in the apartment you share.

He walks back to your bedroom and is glad to see you’re in bed. You look so fucking adorable wrapped in all the blankets you’ve brought in, but he knows it means you must be sick and that hurts his heart. He doesn’t want to disturb you but he does want to know what’s wrong, if you’ve taken meds, how long you’ve been like this. Why you didn’t call him the second you weren’t feeling well.

“Jackie?” Your small and raw voice resolves his conflict for him. You don’t open your eyes yet.

“Hi sweet girl, what’s going on?” He sits on the edge of the bed next to you and puts the back of his hand to your forehead. “Definitely have yourself a pretty good fever.”

“You should go,” you whisper. He’s not sure if it’s really a whisper or just as loud as you have the strength to speak right now. “You shouldn’t be close to me, you’ll catch it.”

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he murmurs. “You taken anything?”

“No, I just woke up enough to tell work, pee and get more blankets.” You finally blink open your eyes to look at him. “You need to sleep and I got the sheets all gross with my sweating before I got cold. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t care, don’t apologize. You’re sick, you can’t help it. And sweat doesn’t bother me. Especially not yours.” He runs his hand up and down your side, though he’s not sure you can feel it under all the blankets. But it soothes him just as much so he continues. “Feel like a bad cold? For how long?”

“I guess, yeah. My throat is killing me. I can feel congestion coming in and some settling in my lungs. Nauseous too.” You cough a little to clear your throat, wincing at the jolt of pain it causes. “Went to sleep with a vaguely sore throat. Didn’t think much of it. Woke up at my alarm and was like this but I was so hot and sweaty the sheets were almost soaked, I swear. My whole body hurts, it feels like I’ve been hit by a semi.”

“I’m sorry, Baby, I wish I could take it on for you or kiss it away.” Jack leans down and presses a couple of kisses to your forehead and one to the tip of your nose and both of your cheeks. He smiles brightly when the kisses pull a smile from you, even if it’s smaller than usual. It reaches your eyes. “You could’ve called. You know that, right? I would’ve left,” he murmurs. He’s not chastising or chiding you, just reminding you.

You nod, roll a little so you’re not quite on your back but not totally on your side. “I know.”

“Good.” Jack kisses your forehead again. “I’m going to get you some meds, okay?”

“Okay,” you whisper, eyes fluttering closed again.

Jack walks into the bathroom and looks through the medicine cabinet. You sound a bit more flu-like than cold. He could ask Robby to drop by a test. Maybe an IV if he can’t get you to drink enough fluids. It’s almost certainly viral so it’s not really a matter of treatment but of controlling symptoms. He decides on some meds, makes sure there’s a pain reliever and fever reducer in there somewhere. He also grabs the thermometer. He wants to know exactly how hot you are.

He goes and grabs you some water before heading back into the bedroom. “Alright sweet girl, can you sit up for me?” He takes his place on the edge of the bed next to you again. You whine at the request as you open your eyes. “Please?” Jack gives you a little pout.

You let out a halfhearted sigh and let Jack help you as you force yourself up and your blankets open enough for you to get your arms and hands out. You hold your hand out for him.

“Thank you for sitting up. Under your tongue,” he instructs softly as he puts a single pill in your hand. “Zofran. For the nausea.” You do as he asks and once it’s dissolved he hands you the other pills and you swallow them.

“Thank you.” You give him an exhausted smile.

“You’re welcome.” The smile Jack gives you in return is a little sad. You know he hates seeing you sick, just like you hate seeing him sick. “I’m going to get your temperature really quick, okay?” You nod and Jack takes it, gives a kind of noncommittal frown at it. “102.5. Too hot, but not get you to the ED hot. And we need to keep it that way. So I think we should get you a shower and I’ll change the sheets okay?”

You groan. “I don’t want to shower. I don’t want to leave the bed. And I’m cold, Jackie. I don’t want a cold shower.”

“I know, Baby, I know.” He grabs one of your hands and brings it to his lips, presses a few kisses to it. “It won’t be a cold shower. But it won’t be hot, either. We need to keep it tepid.”

“I’ll be fine,” you whine a little. Showering sounds exhausting. Getting out of your blankets sounds freezing. Making Jack do work and change the sheets sounds unfair. “Just give me a minute or so and I can change these sheets for you and then go in the guest room so I don’t get you and your sheets gross.”

“Yeah, because I’m ever going to let that happen.” He gives you a knowing look with a soft smile so you know he’s not mad or upset or anything. “Showering will help. Feeling cleaner will make you feel at least a little better.”

You shrug. Your brain isn’t firing on all cylinders and you feel too tired to keep yourself upright for any extended period of time. “Well, I don’t think I can stand.”

Jack blinks at you for a few seconds to see if it registers. It doesn’t.

“Well, it’s a good job there’s a bench in there.” He gives you a little smirk and winks at you. You cringe and grimace a little for a second. How could you forget that? It’s just become so normal you don’t even notice it.

“Don’t smirk and wink at me you cruel man.” You pout overdramatically at him.

“Cruel?” he laughs. “How am I being cruel taking care of you?”

“You know how hot you look winking and smirking and doing the two together. Teasing your poor sick woman.” Before you can say anything else you start coughing and are quick to bring your blankets up to cover your face. It hurts. All of it. The sudden movement of your arms, your throat, your chest muscles.

“It’s okay,” Jack soothes you, slips his arm behind you to help hold you up and rub your back. Eventually you’re able to catch your breath again. “I’ll make it up to you once you’re feeling better, I promise.”

“Yeah, if I haven’t passed my misery on to you,” you huff a little, a decision you regret immediately when the fire that is your throat flares again.

“I think I’ll be just fine. I come into contact with this type of thing almost daily.” He leans in and kisses your forehead again. He’ll stay away from your lips, in part because he knows you’ll just push him away if he even tries to keep him from getting sick. “And if I do get sick then I get sick.”

“Well if you do then I’m taking care of you and I don’t want any pushback.” You give him the sternest look you can muster which is clearly not very stern judging by the way he bites his lip to hold back a laugh at how adorable you are.

“Okay, Baby.” Jack stands up, holds his hands out for you. “I’m going to help you to the shower and then once I’m done changing the sheets I’ll help you shower and get clean, okay?”

You don’t move. “I’ll just make the next set gross. There’s no point.”

“You might not. Not if we can get your temperature under control here a little.” Jack nods in encouragement. “And it’ll be nice to feel clean after sweating that much.”

“But what if I do just get them all sweaty again? It’s not fair to you.” You start to worry your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Then I’ll change them again.” He shakes his head as you go to argue further. “Hey, let’s get you in the shower and we’ll take it from there, okay?”

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pastafossa · 14 hours ago

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Heat Wave (Matt Murdock x F!Reader, SFW)

Had this one sitting in my docs folder for a while, decided to edit it and finally drop it in honor of the hot summer.

Ship: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Wordcount: 2k

Warnings for this fic: SFW, no use of y/n, lots of descriptions about how hot it is but it's fine cause Matt still thinks you smell nice, Reader is AFAB, Matt is a brat

Fic Summary: Just a short, humourish drabble-ish bit about you and Matt dealing with the heat as I try to get back into writing.

Or: in which Matt is still somehow cuddly in triple-digit weather.

You were going to kill someone.

Matt would claim you were exaggerating, but you knew the truth. These were living conditions meant for lizards, not mammals, and when mammals—one particular flavor of mammal, especially—were forced out of their proper biome, murder wasn’t out of the question. You were pretty sure that was how it worked, anyway, according to Genesis. It was hard to remember when your brain was sizzling inside your skull like a wad of bacon.

One-hundred-and-fucking-six degrees.

You could have dealt with it if it had been a bit drier. Really. But during New York summers, the only thing more reliable than the honking of horns was the humidity, which had sent the index soaring up into the category of absolute hellscape. The rickety old air conditioning unit in the apartment had done alright until the heat index had hit triple digits. Then it had coughed, sputtered, and settled for, ‘Sure, you’re still a sweaty puddle of melting meat juice, but the outside is worse if you think about it, right?’ The A.C. at Nelson and Murdock had waved the white flag even sooner than that, to the point they’d closed the office four days ago and reverted to working from home. Matt hadn’t even bothered to go out as the Devil the past two nights, not when the very act of putting on the suit had become dangerous.

Not that there was anyone out there for Matt to fight right now. Apparently even the criminals had a temperature limit. Turns out the real secret to stopping crime wasn’t a Devil suit, but instead just cranking up the setting on the giant ball of fire in the sky until the very act of crime meant you might wind up with a chance to meet the real Devil first hand.

The fact that you were living in Hell’s Kitchen had never felt more accurate.

Matt, ever the practical masochist, was out in the bad air doing… something. Errands, you vaguely remembered, since it was after dark and thus moderately less like a pot of boiling soup outside. You didn’t much care, though. You were currently in the bedroom sprawled out on the floor where it was just a touch cooler, a few thin sheets and a pillow thrown down for padding. You’d stripped down to your underwear, five different fans whirring away around you in an attempt to stir the stagnant, sticky air in the room. If you were lucky, they’d help you retain the brief snatch of heavenly cold your body had greedily absorbed sitting in the shower for the past hour. It wasn’t perfect, but it was better, and at this point you’d take it. And as much as you loved Matt, it was far more pleasant without him here. That man was a furnace and the heat had only reduced his cuddling needs by about forty percent. On top of that, if he knew you’d cooled your body, he’d want in.

The bedroom door slowly rolled open with an ominous…

…squeak.

You blearily turned your head.

Matt had already stripped out of his shirt, his body so soaked in sweat he almost seemed to shine. On a good day you’d have compared him and his damp, pale skin to a beautiful marble sculpture, to classical paintings of gorgeous Greek Gods emerging from frothing rivers. Now, however, all you could think of was a hot dog pulled straight from the hot, cloudy water at that one food cart you didn’t really trust:

Shiny.

Questionably wet.

And not something you particularly wanted laying on top of you in triple digit weather.

Matt blinked innocently at you as he slowly shucked his shorts—shorts you hadn’t even realized he owned until this heat wave. It left him in nothing but damp boxers still clinging to his thick thighs. His intent was clear.

“Shoo,” you croaked. “My cold body. Go away. Go sit in the shower like I did.”

“Everyone else had the same idea. The water pressure’s too low now.” He took a creeping step, and then another, bit by bit making his way around the bed towards you like an overheated panther. “Share it with me. I want it.”

“Come back when it’s ten degrees cooler.”

“I love you,” he sighed sadly, aiming those big, dark, mournful eyes in your general direction as he rounded the bed. Foggy called it Matt’s ‘abandoned kitten in the rain’ look. It was far more effective on you than you’d ever admit to, and on a colder day, it would have worked. But you were quickly reminded of Matt’s true goal when a droplet of sweat rolled down his forehead and into his eyes. He blinked it away with a grunt, nose scrunching like a cat’s as he paused just long enough to wipe it away. Then he was back at it. He sank smoothly to his knees, crawling menacingly towards you across the floor on all fours. “I love you so, so much. Let me hold you, sweetheart. I need you.”

“Fuck off, you goddamn cold thief.” You kicked lethargically at him with one leg the moment he was in range, dodging his grip when he snatched at your ankle. You quickly shifted to your backup plan, which was mostly just rolling like an overcooked rotisserie chicken to the far side of the small cloth nest on the floor. But even after an hour in a cold shower, you still wound up partially stuck to the sheets where sweat had pooled against your lower back, bringing half the fabric with you, making you groan. “Do some Devil meditation to cool down.”

He’d made it fully onto the blankets now, inching towards you, that familiar predatory hunger radiating from every inch of him. He slowly tilted his head, honing in on you, on the exact positioning of his body. Then he flashed you a grin. “This is faster.”

“I’m not your cold pack—”

“You’re about to be,” he purred.

Before you could blink he’d flung himself across the blankets, twining himself around you, trapping you in his sticky grip. You squirmed and rocked weakly in an attempt to escape, a flopping wet fish caught in the clutches of your beloved cuddle octopus, but it was no use, and fighting him off would only heat you up further. You let out a miserable groan, sagging against the floor, and the sound was almost lost beneath his equally loud moan of relief.

The struggle clearly over, he made his final move, throwing one of his fuzzy, muscular legs over your waist and dragging you back in tighter against him, shoving his hips up against your ass without so much as a, ‘you want some dinner first?’ Just like that you were trapped against a mountain of sweaty, burning Devil. His contented, admittedly-mildly-heat-exhausted little purr into your hair was only matched by your grumble of irritation as his body eagerly began to drain you of every last drop of cold you’d managed to suck up in the shower.

“Why?” you moaned, his sticky, wet skin sliding against yours with every breath, the sweat already pooling between you. You felt like you were trapped against a slip-n-slide. “Why, Matthew?”

“You don’t want me to get heat stroke do you?” he mumbled sadly, though he wasn’t sad enough not to rub his great, big, obnoxious, sweaty head against your damp hair. There must have been some cold left up there, too. “Who will keep you warm in the winter? As if you don’t do this to me when you’re cold. Fair’s fair.”

“The pot is uncomfortable being called the fuck out by the kettle,” you muttered, reluctantly lifting one arm so he could more easily wrap himself around you. Which he did, with no small amount of pleasure. “This sucks, and I hate it.”

“There is one upside though.”

“What’s that?”

He dragged his head sleepily down to your neck and faceplanted against your damp skin without any hesitation, taking a few long, drunken inhales. When he spoke again, his voice had grown just a little slurred, glutted and thick. “You smell amazing, sweetheart.”

“No, I smell like I’m a bag of meat that’s marinating,” you said grimly. “Because that’s what I am right now thanks to this heatwave. I am God’s sentient bag of marinating meat.” “Mm, but the bag smells good at least.” Matt rubbed his cheek fondly against your slick shoulder, no doubt luxuriating in all the pheromones bogged down in the sweat clinging to your skin. “We can marinate together.”

Who said romance was dead?

“As flattering as it is that you’re not turned off by how I smell soaked in my own sweat,” you told him tiredly, though not unkindly, “I regret to inform you that Club Vagina is closed until the air stops trying to kill us.” “Fair. Just thought you should know how good you smell.” He yawned, adjusting himself against you. You grimaced when your skin and his stuck together awkwardly for a moment before sliding slickly against each other, only to seemingly glue itself back together a moment later when he settled.

Once he was cooled off, you were absolutely leaving him on this side of the floor nest and making an escape for the other side. Hell, you might be able to talk him into giving you a good six inches of space if you could convince him that a single pinky toe touching qualified as cuddling in spirit, if not in form.

That he still wanted to cuddle at all was the bigger mystery.

“What I really want to know is how you aren’t dying right now.” You furrowed your brow. “You’re tolerating this and the heat a lot better than I thought you would.”

“Let me put it this way.” He tapped one finger against you almost playfully. “Ninety degrees in the suit feels roughly equal to triple digits when not wearing it. At least this way the sweat has somewhere to go. Some nights I’m surprised I don’t make sloshing sounds when I move.”

Your brain unhelpfully offered up an idea of what that might sound like: a wet squish caught somewhere between the splashing of water in a bucket and the muffled squeak of a water balloon when you squeezed it in your hand.

You really wished your brain was a little less imaginative. Or specific.

“Oh god.”

“Mhm. Now you know why I sometimes avoid you until I shower after patrol in the summer.”

“That is very much appreciated. Speaking of showers, I could already use another one, but that’s not doable until the water pressure’s back.” You blew out a breath, staring at the wall, the only shield between both of you and the tacky, carnival taffy-thick humidity desperate to find a way in. One of the fans sputtered as if in sympathy, though that likely had more to do with the way it had been running almost non-stop for twelve hours. For all you knew, this was the fan threatening a lawsuit over unpaid overtime. “Until then we just survive. Or evolve into lizards.”

“I choose survival. Might be hard to keep the streets safe if I was a lizard.”

“Unless you were a really big, scary one. A Komodo Devil.” You groaned, flopping your head back against his shoulder. “Then you could chase people off before they take all the ice cream at the store. I don’t suppose you found some?”

“I could only find a box of popsicles.”

“I’ll take it.”

“Except they melted on the way home. So fruit-flavored, room-temperature water in a tube is the best I can offer until they solidify in the freezer again.”

Fuck.

This wasn’t fair. You bet Turk had ice cream. Somehow. Why couldn’t you have some of that

Actually…

“I don’t suppose,” you said innocently, “I could talk you into stealing an air conditioning unit, and maybe some ice cream, from a bad guy?”

Matt was quiet for a long, thoughtful, Catholic moment as he presumably considered the sin of thievery, especially if that thievery involving taking something from a very, very bad person who surely didn’t deserve the cold air and sweet, sweet relief of ice cream as much as you, the love of his life, did.

You pointedly leaned forward, your wet, sweaty body peeling away from him like the hands of a kindergartner who’d coated his palms in Elmer’s glue.

That did it. “The second I’ve drained all the cold from your body, I’m willing to discuss it.”

“Excellent.”

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𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠’𝐬 𝐎𝐟𝐟 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐨𝐛: 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

Summary: Things escalate and reader faces moral dilemmas.

Warnings: (MDNI 18+) Fem!Reader, No Use Of Y/N, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Dirty Talk, CNC, Non-Con Maybe

A/N: Wheeeeew between my Lee fic and this one I’ve written 13k words. It’s also 7am and I have yet to sleep, but I suffer for my craft. Please forgive any mistakes I am le tired. Thank you to @dandydilfdiddler for some inspo 🩵

WC: 8.9k

After cleaning yourself up you stared at your reflection in the mirror for a good 10 minutes, contemplating how this could all possibly end.

Would Bob find out? How will he react if/when he does?

He’s been a lot better in the months that followed the Voidout but he can still be fragile, vulnerable.

You love and care for him too much to destroy your friendship but every time you even think about stopping this or coming clean there’s a dark part inside of you that stops you.

Like a tight hand wrapped around your throat, sending a shock wave of heat straight to your core. Something deep within you wants this. Craves this.

You had let out a sigh and switched the bathroom light off as you came back in the room, steps quiet as to not wake Bob but a voice from the darkness startles you in your place.

“Are you okay?” his voice is sleepy and full of concern and once again a wave of guilt crashes against your resolve.

“Yeah,” you correct your breathing, still a little surprised at him being awake; praying he didn’t hear you earlier, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“The bed was empty,” his unsure reply sends a pang of an unspoken emotion through your heart as you slide into bed next to him.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” you lay back against the pillows and open your arms, Bob already eagerly settling his head against your chest before you have the chance to get comfortable yourself.

“S’nice,” his voice is muffled against your chest, “play with my hair.”

You can hear the pout in his voice; making you huff a laugh as you bring one hand to run through his unruly curls, the other you use to rub soothing circles on his back.

Maybe tomorrow you can worry about the consequences but for now you’re gonna be selfish and enjoy having Bob in your arms.

—

Once again the blinding light from the morning sun wakes you up, though this time it’s entirely your fault as you didn’t close the shutters last night.

The empty space next to you; the bed now cold causes a small sense of disappointment to fill your chest.

Bob never really wakes up first and if he does he never leaves the bed until you do.

Before you can overthink the meaning behind it you hear a muffled cough coming from your bathroom.

You sit up on the side of the bed and listen to the stream of the shower and the soft hum of a deep voice as you allow yourself to calm down.

He’s in your shower.

Wait, why is he in your shower?

He usually likes his own shower.

Stop saying shower.

You continue to listen to the spray of the water as your mind fills with reason he’s in your bathroom.

In all fairness you don’t even know it’s Bob, it could be Bucky. Wouldn’t be the first time.

Bucky’s things constantly break, some of the team thinks it because Bucky keeps forgetting his arm strength, but he believes Val is sabotaging his stuff as a sort of ‘fuck you’ for him trying to get her arrested.

Either way your room was close enough to his he often pops in to use your bathroom.

Apparently your room is very communal.

Even Yelena and Ava like to have the bi-weekly sleepover in your room.

A loud clang of a bottle falling and hitting the tiles draws your attention back to the closed bathroom door, slightly curious as to what Bob is doing in there.

If he’s in there.

Doesn’t matter because you’re not gonna check.

You’re gonna give Bob, or whomever, their privacy.

You’re gonna get dressed and go make breakfast.

You’re gonna stand up and get dressed.

You stand from your spot and go to walk around your bed to the dresser, coming close to the bathroom door.

Good, now get dressed.

Your voice is loud in your head but you can’t take your eyes off of the door.

Your mind filling with images and sounds of Bob fucking your mouth a few days ago, the wet squelching of him coming down your throat.

It couldn’t hurt just to take a peak, right?

You’ve done worse.

You step towards the door but a voice of reason holds you back.

No, no, no! Stop taking advantage!

Another bottle hits the ground once again grabbing your attention.

What is he doing in there?

He could be dying and you’re just standing here, or maybe he’s being attacked? Maybe it’s not Bob but a creepy intruder.

It is your job as a Thunderbolt to investigate and make sure everyone in the team is safe.

Yeah. Safe.

It’s okay to take a peek for safety reasons. That’s all.

You roll your eyes at your own reasoning but don’t stop yourself this time as you make your way to the door.

You place your palm against the cold brass of the handle before taking a deep breath and slowly opening the door; just a crack.

The image before you makes you bite back a groan as you clench your thighs together, opening the door a little wider.

Bobs left side is facing you but from what you can make out his eyes are shut tight, his head rests against the cool tile, one hand flat beside his head and the other tightly wrapped around his cock.

Now with no door to obstruct the sound you can clearly hear the small groans falling from Bobs soft lips, his hair is plastered to his face as water cascades down his body.

You can’t really tell if he’s dribbling pre cum or if the slick glide of his hand is all from the spray of the shower, but you remember how much he leaks.

His hand is going a mile a minute, desperation clear in his movements as he thrusts his hips to meet his hand.

You can’t make out the word he’s saying but every now and again you can faintly hear a curse slip through.

It takes you less than 10 seconds to argue with yourself about what you’re going to do, you’ll feel ashamed later.

You slip your hands into your underwear and gather some of the slick from where it’s started to drip down your legs before rubbing your fingers over your throbbing clit.

You shove your hand in your mouth and bite down hard to stop the whimper clawing from the back of your throat, praying that the stream of water muffles anything that slips out.

Bob, to your relief, seems to be so caught up in his own pleasure that he has no idea you’re even there.

His cursing gets louder as he fucks his fist, his face scrunching up the same way it does when he groans out ‘cucumber cucumber cucumber’ when he’s trying to hold back a sneeze.

Maybe that’s what he’s mumbling to himself.

With how wet you are, and with your pussy still aching from last night, you have no issue slipping two fingers inside your slick heat, biting your cheek as the hand that was in your mouth replaces the one that was playing with your clit.

You have to be quick, Bob could open his eyes any moment and see you and this whole thing could come crashing down.

A blessing and a curse.

But you don’t want that. Right now you just want to come.

You vigorously plunge your fingers inside while pressing down on your clit, the pressure causing you to briefly see stars behind your vision — or maybe that’s just the vanity lights?

You’re close, and you hope Bob is too. You know it’s risky but you’re desperate to come at the same time as Bob.

His whimpers and moans get louder as he speeds up his thrusts, you take a moment to appreciate the round globes of his ass, the muscle clenching every time he ruts forward.

“Fuck!” his voice rings out around the room followed but by a straining cry of your name as he comes, his seed painting ropes across the shower tile.

You bite back a whine as you clench hard around your fingers and pinch your clit between your thumb and forefinger, your orgasm hitting you like a truck.

You fall slightly into the door frame, your legs almost buckling at the force behind it. You close your eyes and grind against your fingers, taking a few risky seconds to come down from your high.

Bob eyes slip open with a knowing smile as he watches your face contort in pleasure, he could feel your inner struggle while waiting for you to come in.

He was running out of items to drop on the floor to get your attention.

When your breathing has slowed your eyes snap open in panic, gaze immediately darting to Bob.

Your relief floods through you; his eyes are still closed as he pants hard against the tiles. If you weren’t so dizzy and blissed out you might have noticed the parallels.

You were standing in the exact same spot, exact same position, doing the exact same thing yesterday morning.

You allow yourself to watch Bob for just a moment longer, which does nothing to quell your arousal because before you even have a chance to turn away Bob swipes up some of his seed that’s slowly dripping down the wall and brings it to his mouth, he lets out a debauched groan at the taste.

You feel the heat return as you see his tongue poke out from between his lips, doing a thorough job of cleaning his fingers.

You force yourself to close the door and step into your room. Your heart rate is going so fast your smartwatch sends you notification asking if you’re okay.

No, no you’re not. Thank you for asking.

You rush around the room grabbing some clothes, you’ll shower in the gym, not trusting yourself. Christ, with how hot and desperate you are you just might get on your knees and lick the tile completely clean of Bobs come.

What is wrong with you.

No time for that. You hear the shower shut off so you just start grabbing random items, hoping it's an appropriate outfit.

That is until your eyes fall onto a pair of your panties lying on the ground close to your bed. The ones you were wearing last night.

Though this time you notice they’re a little stiff?

You kick them with your toe before the realisation hits you.

Bob came in your underwear??

Before you have time to freak out and overthink you hear movement behind the bathroom door. You slip on your shoes and haul ass out of the room towards the gym, clothes bunched up in your arms.

You’re so unfocused that you don’t notice the person standing in the walk way.

You collide with a thud, becoming slightly unsteady on your feet as you drop your clothes to the ground.

A hand reaches out and grabs you before you stumble back but you swat it away.

“Move out of the way, you big tree,” you know you have no right to snap at John but it comes naturally.

“You ran into me, dumbass,” he chuckles.

“I know you are but what am I?” you childishly mumble as you lean down and gather your belongings.

“Wow, good one,” Walker watches as you pick up your things, not offering to help.

“Shut up,” you groan.

“Laundry day?” his question is harmless but you’re in no mood to stand around.

“I can’t talk, Walker,” you push past him, which is quite difficult with this extra serum strength. Plus you swear he’s deliberately fucking with you.

“Oh no, does that mean our chat is over?” he feigns sadness.

You throw the finger at him over your shoulder as you make your way to the elevator. The sound of his smooth laugh filling the hallway.

—

You don’t see Bob until lunch time; against your will, you know it’s childish but you can’t focus around him at the moment.

After your morning workout you snuck back to your room, hiding in the shadows like an assassin in case Bob was in the halls, to your relief your room and ensuite were empty.

You ditched your clothes and made your way to the kitchen but the sight of Bob in his usual spot eating a bowl of cereal was too much, the little friendly wave he sent your way almost made you vomit so you spin on your heels wordlessly and went to a separate area of the Tower.

Bobs suspicious gaze never leaving your back as you walked out of sight.

There were a few more run ins throughout the day, Bob in the bar area, Bob in Ava’s lab, Bob was even down in the gym.

It’s like he knew where you were gonna be before you did and got there before you.

Each time instead of saying anything you just acted like you forgot something and fucked off.

Once again unaware of the look Bob and Yelena shared.

You normally eat lunch at 12:30, you and Bob have a routine; you have a stack of takeout menus: you randomly chose one and then you each chose one dish you’ve never had before. You also usually pick a dish you both enjoyed just in case the meals you ordered weren’t nice.

Before Bob came to the Tower he used to survive on cheap gas station food and literal garbage, his palate very basic.

So you decided a few months ago that you both would broaden your culinary horizons so to speak.

You were a picky eater so this benefited you also.

You entered the kitchen at 1:30, an hour late so you hoped Bob would be gone back to his nook to read.

No such luck.

There Bob sat at the kitchen island, three meals placed in front of him.

When he saw you his small smile turned into a large grin which once again caused conflicting emotions.

“I know you wanted to try that Thai place,” he smiles as he pats your seat, “you had mentioned the meal you wanted to try so I went ahead and ordered it for you.”

You look at the window, wondering if you could make it through before Bob grabs you but the insistent look on the man’s face made you second guess your suicide plans.

Maybe you should speak to a therapist about why you want to jump out a window so bad.

“Thanks, Bob,” your smile is forced making Bob tip his head to the side, studying your face.

You sit beside him and you’re immediately hit with a familiar smell, your body wash, and you bet if you shoved your nose into his hair you’d smell your conditioner too. The thought makes you press your thighs together and pray Bob is more focused on the food.

“You okay,” the timber of his voice is soothing in a way you never truly realised before.

“F’course,” you nod and turn to the food, already set out and ready to eat, “are you okay?”

“I missed you,” his admission caught you slightly off guard as you turn your head to look at him.

“I’m right here, Bob,” you reassure, “I haven’t left the Tower all day.”

He grabs your hand earnestly and holds it tight like he’s afraid you’re gonna run away.

Maybe you were.

“Seems like you’ve been avoiding me,” he doesn’t make eye contact and the sadness in his voice kills you.

You can never resist Bob when he gets like this. It awakens your protective, possessive, side and you would do anything to make Bob feel better.

If you were a better spy you might have realised that Bob sometimes uses this as manipulation tactic.

But as pre established you’re not a good spy.

“M’sorry, sweetheart,” you brush his hair out of his face and he practically preens at the treatment, “I’ll do better.”

“Good,” he squeezes your hand and turns his attention to the food, “let’s eat.”

Not once through the entire meal does Bob let go of your hand, you can’t say you blame him and the warmth he radiates does feel nice, even though it makes eating difficult.

You engage in small talk between bites, it starts off a smidge awkward but like always you slip into your usual banter.

You swap food and share utensils, face heating up when the fork that was just in Bobs mouth is now in yours, or when Bobs tongue darts out to clean your fork of all the food.

You blame the spice in the food for why your hands suddenly go clammy or why your face heats up, Bob seems to buy it, thankfully.

When lunch is over Bob finally releases your hand as he goes to tidy up the mess of takeout containers. You stand and help him, tensions are rising and you desperately need to leave.

But before you can make an excuse to dip out Bob grabs your hand and laces his fingers with yours.

“I got you something,” his voice is warm and filled with excitement and you can’t help but smile at his boyish grin.

“Yeah?” you let Bob lead you out of the kitchen, growing slightly nervous as he makes his way to his room.

When you enter you’re surprised with how dark it is, his shutters closed and only one lamp on by his bed.

He has piles of books lined up neatly on his shelves, clothes an organised chaos on his desk chair and bed neatly made.

It doesn’t even look like he’s spent any time in it. Probably cause he spends all his time in yours.

He reluctantly lets go of your hand to rummage around in some shopping bags he has by the foot of his bed. You try to peak around his broad back to see what he has but no luck.

He turns suddenly and proudly holds up the dark crimson red fabric, your eyes taking a second to adjust and take in the item of clothing.

You reach out and let the lace material run through your fingers, noting how small the flowy skirt seems to be.

“It’s beautiful, sweetheart,” you praise, smiling softly at the red that starts to fill Bobs cheeks.

“You like it?” he asks, nervous and hopeful.

“Of course,” you promise, skirts weren’t exactly your favourite item of clothing but you didn’t hate to wear them.

“When did you get this?” you look between Bob and the skirt.

“Yesterday,” he shrugs. “Wanted to get you something nice.”

“Bob,” you playfully scold, “you know you don’t have to do that!”

“I wanted to,” he reassures.

A few seconds of silence pass between you as you continue to observe the piece of clothing. You didn’t even know he went out yesterday.

“Try it on for me,” Bob all but pleads, breaking the silence, “wanna see how you look.”

“N-Now?” you can’t help the small stutter, he’s usually not so insistent to have you wear the clothes straight away.

“Yeah,” he nods earnestly, “please, honey.”

You take the item gently from his hands like it’s a fragile treasure and head towards his bathroom.

“You can change in here,” his voice comes out rushed, rooting you in place, “I’ll turn around.”

Before you have time to protest he spins in place giving you a false sense of privacy.

You let out a small breath as you unbutton your pants; quickly sliding them down your legs, you kick your shoes off as you start to pull the fabric from your body. If you were smarter you would have put the skirt on first.

But no one has ever accused you of being smart.

While you’re preoccupied with pulling your legs through the pants you miss Bob peaking back and watching you with a heated stare.

Once you finally get the offending material off your legs you step into the skirt; pleased to find it’s a perfect fit. You had never told Bob your clothing sizes but he always knows. He must have looked at your clothes tags.

You’re happy to see the skirt is high waisted, preferring that over the low cut.

You go to tell Bob he could turn around but are shocked to noticed he’s already turned fully towards you and is staring intensely at the skirt.

“Bo-“ you start to scold but he cuts you off.

“You look good,” his eyes trail up to your face as he moves closer to you, “do you like it? Did I do good?”

“Uh, y-yeah,” you stutter out, not entirely used to this side of Bob. The openly desperate.

He pushes another boundary as he runs his hand over the material on your hip.

“It’s soft,” he smiles, “so soft.” He mumbles the last part mainly to himself.

“It is,” you speak slowly, voice coming out quiet.

You swear you can hear both your hearts beating. Bob continues to play with the material of your skirt and you can feel your fingers twitching at your sides, desperately wanting to grab him.

But before you can there’s a knock at his door, you step back as Yelena enters without waiting for permission.

“C’mon, Bob,” she ushers him out of the room, “you have your therapist appointment in 20 minutes.”

“Oh! Yeah,” he springs into action, changing his sweater into something more appropriate for leaving the Tower.

You take in a sharp breath when his shirt catches on his sweater; riding up and exposing his taught stomach.

The sound of Yelena clearing her throat beside you makes you snap out of your trance and you glance at her, her eyes filled with a knowing look.

Your face heats up in embarrassment and you lean down to grab your pants and slip on your shoes, desperate to leave.

“Thanks for the skirt, Bob,” you all but shout as you make your way out the door, “good luck with therapy!”

As you power walk to your room you miss the small conversation between Bob and Yelena.

“You’re going to kill her, Bob,” Yelena’s laugh is soft as she teases her friend.

He gives Yelena a cheeky smile as he makes his way towards the door.

“Not before I’ve had my fun.”

—

It’s a few hours until Bob returns and you’re thankful for the peace.

You had to go back to your room after he left and switch out new underwear, yet again.

At this rate it might be laundry day.

You had heard that sitting on top of a washing machine can feel very pleasurable.

You’re hanging out in the common room, a shitty reality tv show playing in the background as you dissociate.

Ava is lying on her couch tinkering with something and Alexei is on the recliner, thoroughly enjoying trash tv.

You don’t know when it happened but sometime in the span of the months you’ve shared this Tower with the Thunderbolts you’ve become sort of reliant on Bob.

Thinking back a lot of the time you were bored and not on missions, in briefing and meetings or training you were with him.

You’ve become codependent.

Oh lord.

Although that thought doesn't scare you as much as it probably should.

A person falling unceremoniously onto the cushion beside you brings you back to the present, you send a soft glare over to Walker but he smirks it away.

“Are you right?” you huff.

“Yep,” he reaches forward and grabs a handful of m&ms out of the bowl on the coffee table.

He pops some in his mouth before offering some to you. You look at his slightly sweaty hand in disgust, the colour from the chocolate already starting to stain his fingers.

“Ew,” you emphasise the word, although that doesn’t stop you from grabbing a few off the top.

You sit in relative silence, Alexei’s booming laughter filling the space before Walker brings his now empty hand down to the material on your legs.

“New skirt?” he asks as he runs the fabric through his fingers.

“Yeah,” you nod, only half paying attention to him.

“It’s short,” he comments, when you look over there’s a slight crease in his eyebrow.

“Yeah,” you turn your attention to him fully, “and?”

“And nothing,” he laughs holding up his hands in defeat, “just an observation.”

Throughout the conversation with John you failed to see Bob standing a few feet near the door, a dark look on his face as he watches Walker touch your skirt, touch you.

Before Bob can come in and drag Walker away from you the man jumps up on his own, Bob feels lighter as a sudden relief fills his chest.

“Where’re you going,” you halfheartedly asks, eyes still on the tv.

“Training with Bucky,” he grabs a handful of chocolate to take with him.

“Tell Bucky I hope he wins,” you smirk.

“Fuck off,” he tosses a m&m at you a leaves before you can retaliate, “hey Bobby, good session today?”

Walker slaps Bob on the shoulder and just like that all the previous anguish he was feeling falls away. He doesn’t have to worry about you and John.

“Yeah,” his smile is easy, “it was pretty good.”

“That's good to hear,” John taps him one last time on the back as he makes his way to the gym.

Your posture is relaxed with your eyes are trained on the tv, you’re currently eating m&ms out of your hand.

No one has noticed his return and he’s grateful, he slips into the room with practiced silence and sits down gently beside you, the complete opposite of Walker.

“Hey, Bob,” you greet him with a light tone of voice but you can't stop your shoulders from tensing slightly.

“Hey, honey,” he leans back into the couch, his side pressed up against yours.

“Feeling good,” you ask, trying not to pry.

“Feeling great,” he reaches over and snags a few chocolates out of your hands and pops them into his mouth.

“That’s great,” your smile is genuine now as you gently nudge his shoulder.

As nervous as he’s currently making you, you’re glad he’s back.

You fall into a comfortable silence for about an hour, forcing yourself not to tense every time Bob reaches down and plays with the hem of your skirt.

At one point he just decides to leave his hand there. On your thigh. Material pinched between his fingers.

Thankfully it’s not long before the grumbling of his stomach draws the attention of everyone in the room.

“Oh no! Raccoon is back!” Alexei suddenly stands and pulls out a gun.

“Hey, woah!” Ava shouts as she sits up.

“Raccoon?” You ask the wild man as he looks around the room.

“He stole my bagel!” Alexei grumbles as he looks behind the tv, “Bucky don’t believe me but I seen him come inside!”

“It was Bobs stomach,” Ava lets out an exasperated sigh and points at the aforementioned man sitting beside you, hiding a sheepish grin behind his hand.

“Oh, Bob!” Alexei smiles, previous grumbling forgotten, “when did you get here!”

You roll your eyes playfully as a conversation starts around you and pull out your phone before bringing up the pizza app.

It’s close enough to dinner that you can get away with ordering food now and you already have everyone’s preferred toppings saved in your phone.

25 minutes later everyone is sitting around the kitchen island pulling slices of pizza onto their plates, Walker playfully grumbling when Yelena and Ava both snatch a piece of his out of the box.

You take in the conversations around you, allowing yourself to feel serenity for a while.

Alexei is explaining in great detail the raccoon thing, Bucky has a mischievous look on his face. Maybe he’s the raccoon?

Yelena and Ava are talking about a new fight tactic they saw online and would like to try, John interjecting and sayings it was probably more theatrical than practical.

Meanwhile Bob was sitting next to you, his feet tangled with yours under the counter as he pleasantly hums around a bite of pizza, smiling happily at the conversations happening all around him.

Bob truly seems at peace.

—

After dinner you tidy the garbage off the counter while Bob washes the plates, the whole thing seeming far too domestic.

You slip into a comfortable silence once again as you spray the kitchen island with a disinfectant and scrub it down.

You don’t trust any of the germs that these people track in.

Cough, Alexei.

You bite back small gasps every time Bob walks past, fingers grazing against the skin just below the hem of the skirt, offering a polite, “excuse me,” as he makes a show of moving past you.

You’re starting to get used to his little touches but that doesn’t do much for the heat that grows with each graze of his fingers.

You’re pulled out of your pleasant trance by the alarm of a phone ringing through the kitchen, and a part of you is shocked to find it coming from Bob.

“Bedtime?” you joke as you throw the now soggy paper towel in the bin.

He lets out a little laugh before slipping his phone back into his pocket.

“No, uh, I’m going out tonight,” he pulls out the plug and waits for the sink to empty before rinsing out the last of the soap suds.

Your eyes glance to the clock on the microwave and it all clicks.

It’s 7:30. It’s Thursday.

Bob goes to the club on Thursdays.

You try to mask your hurt, you’re glad Bob is turned away from you because you’re failing miserably.

You know you shouldn’t be upset. You’re not dating and whatever this is between you is creepy and unnatural for two friends, but part of you was hoping Bob would rather spend the night slowly encroaching into your personal space then go out to a club and have sex with a woman who looks just like you.

You let out a small sigh at how ridiculous you’re being. You don’t control Bob and until you strap on a pair and tell him how you feel you have no right to demand his time.

Even though he does it to you.

“Oh, okay,” you cringe at how hopeless your voice has become, “have fun.”

“Yeah, I will,” there’s a perk in his voice and a pep in his step and you swear he might be doing this on purpose.

But that’s not how your Bob acts.

“Don’t wait up,” he calls over his shoulder as he makes his way to the elevator.

You let out a frustrated sigh as you make the decision to follow him again. You weren’t going to, you were just gonna spend time in your room wallowing in self pity but he just had to throw that remark back. Like he was goading you.

Since you already knew the location of the club you don’t have to follow Bob through the streets like an unhinged stalker. You can just wait 20 minutes and head down.

But as it turns out those 20 minutes are the longest of your life. You swear all the clocks have stopped in some weird global phenomenon. It’s probably the sun… or magnets.

You hold out for as long as you can, which turns out to be 12 minutes; good enough, as you make your way to the elevator.

When you’re on the street you take care to look around and make sure you don’t see any familiar faces, you remember how popular this club seemed to be with other members of your team.

When you make it to the alleyway you’re filled to the brim with nerves, what if this goes worse than last time?

You have no idea what he’s going to do tonight so what if you walk in and he’s out on the main floor in a sandwich between a big hunky guy and the Replicant.

Actually that might not be so bad.

But only if you were in place instead of the Replicant.

You bang the secret knock on the door and it opens with a small creak. The same man from two nights ago ushers you in.

You walk through the semi familiar hallway and see a different attendant at the curtain, they smile lightly as they pull the curtain to the side and wait for you to walk in.

You side step away from the door and behind some tables as you take in the room, searching for the floppy head of curls. You let out a relieved breath as you see him at the bar, only feeling slightly jealous when you see who he’s with.

Other you.

You follow the 5 D’s of Dodgeball as you make your way covertly to the bar, through the see of naked bodies: dodge, duck, dip, dive and dodge.

You’re pleasantly surprised when you were only groped twice, and that was probably people trying to help you, cause you no doubt looked like you were having a stroke with all the dipping and dodging you were doing.

You slide up the end of the bar a little breathless, a few seats away from Bob, who thankfully has his back turned to you.

What you fail to realise though is that there is a mirror behind the bar, a mirror that has given him a perfect view of your ridiculous covert antics.

Bob smiles into his drink as he half listens to what his companion is saying.

Thankfully you’re not too far away from them that you can’t pick up the conversations, you can’t hear it entirely though as it seems when one person in the orgy has an orgasm it creates some sort of domino effect and all of a sudden everyone is having an orgasm.

It’s very distracting.

“Are we playing tonight, Robert,” the overly fake sultry voice the Replicant uses makes you want to gag.

“Not tonight,” his voice comes out easy. You let out a pleased sound at his admission.

“Oh, what a shame,” she pouts and places her hand on his thigh, far too close to his crotch.

Your skin starts to prickle with heat and jealousy and you swear you can hear the wood of the counter starting to split under your hardened grip.

“I might go in the glory holes again,” he pays no mind to her hand; not reacting but not removing it either.

“What side,” your eye twitches as her hand drags up and down his thigh.

“The left,” he takes a sip of his drink, “I was on the right side last time.”

You think back to the signs above the doors, the left was the one with the bigger hole and the legs and the oh.

“What booth, I might see you there,” she winks.

Like hell you will.

“Five,” he finishes his drink and orders another one.

You slip from the chair and make a quick decision to throw all caution to the wind.

You are wearing a skirt after all.

Easier to navigate.

Before you can step away into the second hallway you’re stopped by someone standing in your path.

“Hi again,” you step back and look up at the handsome stranger from last time.

He’s naked again but this time you’re more prepared. And perhaps a little desensitised to the constant nudity.

“Oh, hi,” you smile, not wanting to be rude, “you live here?” you joke.

He lets out a smooth chuckle, a very pleasant sound before answering, “I could ask you the same thing.”

“Just visiting,” you nod, anxiously moving from side to side slightly.

“Ready to take me up on my offer?” he asks, a little hopeful.

“Not this time,” you give a small apologetic smile, but he takes it in stride like he the did last time.

While you’re talking to the Handsome Stranger you can’t help but feel a heat in the back of your neck, like someone is staring daggers into you, you look around slightly panicked that Bob found you out but he’s smiling along to whatever the Replicant is saying.

On closer look only the Handsome Stranger is paying attention to you. Must be nerves.

You continue to idly chit chat, eyes falling to Bob every few seconds in case he gets up and you have to dive over a couch.

The Handsome Stranger cracks a joke and you can’t help the laugh that slips out, unfortunately you’re not able to enjoy it much longer as a shattering sound comes from over near the bar.

Your eyes snap over and you notice the bartender looking around the floor in total confusion, you faintly hear them say something along the lines of “it just exploded”.

There’s no time to pay it any mind as you notice Bob put some money on the counter and go to stand. You rush out a goodbye to the Stranger who offers you a smile before retreating.

You run into the hallway, in a totally normal and subtle way, and quickly make your way to the last door on the left.

You thank your lucky stars that the rooms were vacant before stepping in. You allow yourself to breathe a sigh of relief as you lock the door and hop up onto the black bench, which is covered in a plush leather top layer.

You’re not given much chance to breathe as you hear the door open on the other side before a lock clicks into place and the small light above the door changes colour.

You take a breath and muster up all the courage you can as you find a comfortable position, you notice there's a very detailed diagram on the wall of how to use the booth.

The hole is just large enough where you can either put the lower half of your body out and dangle your legs over the side, lie on your stomach with your legs out like your bent over the bench, or you can rest your legs against the wall near the hole, two comfy looking leather straps are there to help tie you in.

You decide on the third option for now, you don’t think you have any recognising marks on your lower half… like a frog perhaps, but you’d rather not risk it at this point.

You hear shuffling coming from the other side and quickly get into position, you lie back and rest your legs against the wall and strap them in, pleasantly surprised with how comfortable this is.

You bunch your skirt up around your waist so Bob, oh god you hope it’s Bob, doesn’t recognise it.

You decided to leave your underwear on, a little too nervous to bare it all. You're sure Bob can’t recognise you from just your underwear.

Bob, or whomever, is taking a little long and you start to once again second guess yourself, but like the many other times in the past before you can run away; the little door the that covers the hole and keeps the two rooms separate suddenly opens.

You let out a small sigh of relief when you hear the familiar groan falling from Bobs lips.

When were you able to recognise that?

“Fuck, honey,” Bobs deep whine sends a thrill to your core, “this all for me?”

You try to disguise your voice like you did last time, making sure to keep it a low mumble to a whisper.

“Yes, sweetheart,” you writhe a bit as you feel the heat of his stare.

“It’s you,” his voice perks up, “I was hoping I’d get to have you again.”

You let out a soft moan at his words, “I’m all yours.”

Bob lets out a string of curses as places his hands on the meat of your thighs.

“You’ve soaked through your panties,” he moans, “so wet for me.”

You let out a debauched whimper as Bob blows over the wet patch, making you twitch.

“Gonna eat her, honey,” he promises, “gonna show her how good I can be.”

You hear a soft creaking coming from the other side and assume he’s kneeling on some sort of stool, that thought leaves your head as quickly as it comes though.

You jolt in place and let out a small cry as Bob starts to lick over your covered clit, sucking the material of your panties into his mouth, trying desperately to get all of you into his mouth.

While he pays attention to your clit his fingers slip under the damp fabric and rub slowly against your glistening folds. You arch your back and pull up your shirt, tearing your bra out of the way, hastily pinching at your hardening nipples as Bob continues to mouth at your pussy like you’re his last meal.

“You taste so fucking good,” his voice is muffled against you, “wanna spend my whole day between these legs.”

He slides a finger between your folds, not slipping inside just putting it there as he plays with your slick, the action has you grinding down, unsuccessfully, to try and get more.

“Patience, honey,” he playfully scolds, “you’ll get it.”

“Wanna come,” your voice is breathless and you’re shocked at how close you are already.

Although to be fair Bob has been teasing you all day.

“You can come as many times as you want,” he promises.

He leans back down and groans against your swollen bud, the action driving you wild and closer to the edge. He continues to trace his fingers through your slick and just as he teases your hole with the tip you throw your head back and let out a pleasured cry as you hit your peak.

You feel Bobs moan more than you hear it as it vibrates against your sensitive nub.

“Oh fuck, honey,” his voice slightly breaks as he calls you your pet name, “you’ve soaked right through.”

Your whole body is shaking against the bench as you come down from your high.

Bob eases you through it as he pushes the damp material to the side and starts lapping up your slick.

The moment his tongue hits your folds you grab the bunched up fabric of your skirt, needing something in your hands as you try to buck against his warm mouth.

His tongue swipes through your warm center, collecting copious amounts of your come, groaning every few seconds like he’s drinking his favourite beverage.

“P-Please,” you whine, voice slightly high, “hurts.”

“M’sorry, honey,” he apologises against your folds, “I-I can’t stop, not now that I finally get to taste you from the source.”

You gasp as he picks up the pace, his tongue dipping deeper inside you with each swipe. With an action that has you mewling against your fist, Bob tears away your ruined underwear before diving back in with a renowned vigour.

“Need you to come again,” he pleads, voice muffled and filled with desperation, “I promise I’ll be good, just want your come.”

You grab the side of the bench for dear life as you slightly gyrate your hips against his face, you choke out a sob when he thrusts his tongue inside your wet heat.

His nose bumps against your clit with enough pressure to have you keening on the other side of the booth.

Within minutes of his treatment you’re now desperate to come a second time.

You clench around his tongue and the action causes him to grip your thighs in a bruising hold, the pain adds to the pleasure as you scratch at the leather.

“Please,” you beg, “please I wanna come.”

Your voice is slowly starting to lose the disguise but you couldn’t care less at the moment. Too focused on the pleasure between your legs.

Bob brings a hand down and pinches your clit between his fingers as his thrusts his tongue in and out, fucking your pussy with his face.

With one last slap of the leather you’re once again careening over the edge, electricity pulsing through your veins as Bob continues to lavish your pussy with attention.

“Please,” your voice is weak, “hurts.”

This time Bob pulls away, though reluctantly.

“You did so well for me, honey,” he praises, making you preen slightly, “told you I’d be good to you.”

“So good,” you agree, breathlessly, “so good, sweetheart.”

Bob peppers small kisses around the backs of your thighs while he waits for you to come down, you let out a soft whine whenever he gets too close to your abused clit.

“Can I fuck her,” Bobs voice is filled with impatience and desperation and he speaks his words against the skin of your thigh, “been so good waiting, please.”

You let out a small breathless chuckle, ever the impatient menace.

“Want you to fuck me,” you moan, “please.”

Bob lets out an eager sound as he stands to his feet, the sound of something clattering against the floor brings you further out of your foggy haze.

“Sorry,” he chuckles apologetically, noticing your small twitch at the noise, “had to get the stool out of the way.”

You let out a hum of acknowledgment as you wait with bated breath for him to continue.

Bobs gonna fuck you.

Robert Reynolds is going to fuck you.

You let out a trembling breath that Bob misconstrues as eagerness.

“S’okay, baby,” he playfully huffs, “gonna fuck her now.”

The new pet name distracts you for a few seconds but the light touch of Bobs fingers spreading your folds and exposing your entrance brings you back to the moment.

You clench around nothing and Bob lets out a keening groan.

You hear a wet sound coming from the other side of the booth and you jump in place as you feel something wet hit your clit and slowly dribble down towards your hole.

“So pretty,” Bob rubs his saliva more against you, dipping his fingers inside, “gotta make sure you're stretched enough to take me,” he sounds wrecked, “don’t wanna hurt you.”

You sharply inhale as he gently fucks you open, adding a second finger in and scissoring them. Your walls flutter against the intruding digits making Bob bite back a growl.

“So eager,” he compliments, “my pussy.”

The last part was meant just for him but you heard him loud and clear.

Without warning he removes his fingers and lines his cock up with your leaking entrance.

“She’s drooling for me,” Bob whines, sounding more like he’s in a trance, he’s completely drunk on your pussy.

He snaps his hips forward and you let out a pained cry, no amount of preparation could have prepared you for that.

There’s a bit of a burning as he stretches you out around him, plunging himself all the way in until he’s entirely sheathed inside you.

You feel a slight stinging behind your eyes, the pain slightly overwhelms the pleasure and as if Bob can sense it he starts babbling out apologies.

“M’so sorry, honey, you just looked so warm and inviting,” the words come out all rushed and jumbled, “couldn’t help myself, I t-tried. Y’just so warm, so so warm.”

To his credit he doesn’t move, but judging by the twitching of his cock snug against your walls he’s fighting a losing battle.

“Please d-don’t be mad, needed to be inside you for so long,” he whimpers, “needed this, so did you.”

You don’t pick up on the meaning behind his words, too focused on the slowly receding pain between your legs.

“M-Move,” you sniffle, “fuck, please move.”

Bob abides instantly, pulling his cock slowly back before grinding it forward.

You let out a chocked moan but thankfully the burn has gone from pain to pleasure.

“Harder, sweetheart,” you beg, the pleasure hitting you like a truck, “fuck me.”

Bob doesn’t need to be told twice, he pulls himself back until only his tip is nestled between your folds before driving his cock back deep inside.

You lets out desperate groans that end in a whine as he ruts against you, there must be handles on his side of the booth because as he continues his brutal pace you swear you can see the wood starting to shift from his strength.

A tremor runs through your lower half as he brings his hand down to thumb at your oversensitive clit.

His babbles out incoherent praises and curses, he words jumbling together as his pace starts to falter.

“Need to come,” he all but weeps against the wood, forehead resting against the cool wood, “please! C-Can I come?”

You nod your head a few times before realising he can’t see you, “yes, baby,” you moan, “you can come.”

“Inside,” his voice cracking as a desperate moan crawls up his throat, “I wanna come inside.”

His begging takes on an anguished whine as he repeats the plea over and over.

“Come in me, sweetheart,” you give him permission, although part of you feels like even without it he’d still come inside you.

“Thank you!” he wails against the wood, pace picking up with a renowned vigour, “thank you, t-thank you.”

As he hammers a bruising pace into you he hits something inside that has you crying out as your vision go momentarily white.

“There she is,” he’s breathless but sounds slightly proud as he continues to spear his cock into the spot repeatedly.

You’re so overwhelmed from the white hot pleasure that you start to claw at the leather, trying to get away but Bob grabs your thigh with a punishing grip and holds you in place as he grinds into you with a new velocity.

“Come with me!” he desperately begs, “please!”

With a few well placed hits from the tip of his cock against the soft spongy spot inside you, you practically shriek out in blissful agony, the pleasure completely consuming you.

You hear the blood pumping in your ears, and you’re breathing so fast you think you might pass out.

You’re so hazy and blissed out you unfortunately miss the way Bob cries out your name as he empties himself inside you.

Only whimpers are falling from your mouth as you try to regain so semblance of control, but it’s no use.

Bob hasn’t stopped grinding his hips against yours; he has slowed down significantly, but you’re so incredibly fucked out you can’t seem to care about how sensitive and abused your pussy feels.

You catch parts of his sentences, a small fire returning to the pit of your stomach.

“Gotta push it all the way in,” he sounds like you feel, “make sure you carry me around for days.”

Before you can answer he pulls out suddenly, a small yelp rips from your lips.

The sound is replaced with something pleasurable as he swipes his finger through your combined mess, bringing the mixture of you both to his lips.

“So good,” he pants desperately.

You have no idea how much time has passed, being fucked so good you’ve forgotten the concept of time entirely, but a small tap to your thighs tells you it may have been a while.

“We should do this again,” Bobs voice is rough and you have to force yourself to calm down.

“Yeah,” you agree softly, “we should.”

With that he closes the small metal door and allows you some privacy. You unstrap your legs and go to sit up, your body feels weak but you feel so good.

Hope that’s lasts.

It takes you a few minutes to find the strength to straighten yourself up, and you’re pleased to find a wooden box screwed to the wall with wet wipes inside.

How thoughtful.

It takes you a little longer to clean yourself and fix your disheveled clothing, at one point you heard Bob leave, thankfully that should give you enough time to sneak out.

You go, on instinct, to pull up your underwear but slightly panic when you can’t find them, only to realise Bob had torn them from your body.

You brush away the uncomfortable feeling as you step out of the booth, only wiping away the wetness that pooled around your thighs, Bobs come was pushed in far too deep for it to start leaking out yet.

You look around to make sure the coast is clear before looking in to Bobs booth, you take note of the loose handles on the wall and the slightly cracked wood.

When did he do that?

You open the small trash can hoping to find the remnants of your underwear but finding it, thankfully, empty.

You really didn’t want to see used tissues and whatever other horrors.

The thought of Bob walking around with a pair of your panties sends a thrill through you.

And you’re sure he has no idea they're yours.

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Bob rubs the damp material of your panties through his fingers, the item of clothing hidden away by his pocket. But he doesn’t need to see them.

He was, after all, the one who bought them for you.

You’ve become so complacent and trusting of Bob you’ve never really caught on to how perverted he can be.

For the past few months he has been slowly adding new pairs of panties to your rotation while taking out some older ones and you have never seemed to noticed.

He lets out a pleased hum as he makes he way back to the Tower, mind already coming up with new ways he can make you completely his — mind, body, and soul.

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ladykailitha · 3 days ago

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Steve and the D&D Game

An AU where season 4 never happens because Hopper lives and El doesn't lose her powers. So they kick Vecna's ass before summer is out.

Steve takes it upon himself to inform Eddie that since he is now the DM for his kids here is a list of things NOT have in his campaigns and why.

Like very detailed reasons why this would absolutely traumatize the freshmen and he has very good 'non-NDA breaking' reasons and Eddie is just staring at this list in his hands like "WTF"

No demogorgons- Will was kidnapped right after they failed to defeat one in their D&D game

No doglike packs of any kind- Dustin and Lucas were attacked by feral dogs

Nothing with all teeth and no faces- Mike has an irrational fear of the tooth fairy and all those teeth she collects (this is entirely made up and pisses Mike off that HE was used for that!)

Which is great everything is going along great until Halloween when Eddie runs a horror one-shot and it's about kids being kidnapped and experimented on and when the freshmen get irrationally into the story, Eddie comes to Steve for clarification on that one.

That one is a little hard to explain without explaining who El is and what happened to her but he thinks he does a pretty good job.

Now poor Eddie is freaking out because how is he supposed to navigate kids so thoroughly traumatized so Steve offers to listen to his DM notes before each session.

Eddie weaves these tales and Steve always quick to naysay things that would actually harm them but leaves twists and turns in place because he wants them to have fun too.

Soon enough he starts to enhance Eddie's storytelling.

Steve's all like: Oh don't have the twist bad guy be the wizard, it's always the wizard. Have the twist bad guy be the paladin who's been corrupted by Vecna but glamoured so the party can't tell he's broken his oath.

Eddie does so and absolute giggles in delight when Mike figures it out before the final betrayal comes because Mike has played paladins before and something feels off. Eddie makes him roll the appropriate roll and is giddy when he succeeds.

So now Vecna is without his fateful servant and Eddie is thrilled because Steve just keeps making his campaigns better.

All this made juicier when they realize that the human paladin is really Kas in disguise and they manage to convince Kas to turn his sword on Vecna.

All along the way, Steve is suggesting characters that might help the freshmen through said trauma. Like having queer NPCs so certain members *cough cough Byler cough* understand that it's okay to be queer.

Or carefully curated adventures like their own but without the triggering elements from Steve's list.

Finally on the night before the final session, Steve is trying to listen to what Eddie is saying, but he can't take his eyes off his lips.

He says something off hand that's actually kinda brilliant and Eddie is all "That's so brilliant I could kiss you!"

To which Steve replies "I really wish you would."

Eddie blinks at him for a moment before doing just that.

And then when the next day Lucas announces that the basketball team is in the championship. Eddie bummed because after that night they can't use the drama room, because the school musical is about to start rehearsing. So Steve offers up his big house for them to play in over Spring Break, so all of Hellfire is there to see Lucas sink the final basket to win the game.

And Erica is there to play Lady Applejack. Not to replace Lucas, but because since it's over when everyone is out of school, they agree to add her for the finale so they get all the help they can. She rolls the Nat 20 at the end that kills Vecna with Kas's sword.

Then Steve and Eddie announce their relationship to Hellfire and everyone is thrilled. But especially Mike and Will.

#my writing #stranger things #steddie #ladykailitha writes #season 3 au

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mitch had definitely considered an escape plan from the leafs before this year and who could blame him. i think it's pretty obvious he believed in them and wanted it to work specifically this playoff run more than anything else. he was so overtly emotional about everything, i don't know how you could doubt that....

being in toronto and playing for toronto means something different and probably way more intense for him than for any other core leaf. it's really easy for guys like willy and auston to give platitudes about how they want to be here after they sign when their deals line up magically during times like a new gm not wanting to lose talent before the leafs fail 2 more times in the playoffs. it's easy and they leave in the summer and no one pins it on them or skews their clumsy wording every 5 minutes just bc they can, and they get to escape and their family isn't embroiled in it (even if they are like say your dad weighing in on your contract and being the reason it gets held up for a while, cough, it doesn't get spun the same way). back when jt came, he "took less" to come to toronto but even that is just a narrative thing like... he was making way above market value to play hero and not play like an $11 mil player and ~come home~ and make leafs fans feel better. that was about the timing and fucked the following deals which is smth mitch specifically gets flak for but no one elsee.

there was no positive solution to this, genuinely. i wanted mitch to stay so badly, and i don't doubt part of him did too, but imagine if he did, lol. the timing is horrendous. everyone hungry for change but getting mad that it didn't go down "correctly" on his end is just upset that he's gone and that's fine, but it's such idiotic hypocritical anger. he wants to try to win. that's a respectable goal, and he's going to a contender not in his own divison or even conference. i think if things were different in terms of the pressure, there's a higher likelihood he stays and tries again. obviously we don't know mitch, and with a kid and everything now, who knows how much of what plays into his decision orr what his priorities are, but how can you even blame him after the shit that's gone on this entire last season and offseason. seriously. he didn't fuck this team over, they got something in return and that precious cap space people wanted. he agreed to waive his nmc IN SEASON to vegas, but it never worked out. what do you legitimately want at that point.

just blows my mind how people want to paint him. oh you wanted him to sign a team friendly deal to stay in toronto after yet another playoff loss where the coverage is entirely abt him and how he has to go. like it's not been a pressure cooker environment ENOUGH? and now he has a young family, lol. yeah, sure.

#phoned it in yeah for sure thats why he was leading the team in points all year. carrying us when auston was out. second most in the playoff #like just fuck off with that #mitch marner #the whole he couldve done it better... how.#bc the leafs couldve traded him last offseason #he gave his all this season man FOR your team where eveyrone still blames him specifically and solely for the loss #be so fucking for real #you can be upset he left your team buut it was precious to him too?#he stayed there for a long time despite the beating and the early issues w coaches #he loved it there too and he was a fucking great player and a great teammate by every damn measure #what do you legitimately want besides to be angry

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Beautifully Cruel World-Chapter 23

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ABO Non-Idol Stray Kids Universe Poly OT8 x Reader 18+ MDNI

Warnings in the Series Masterlist as well as any other information needed

Chapter 23

Y/n wakes up in Jeongin’s bed alone. She groans as she stretches and frowns when she feels how cold the rest of the bed is. She looks around the room seeing if there's any sign of either the alpha or of Felix who had joined them the night before but there's nothing.

She sits up, her body aching a bit and suddenly coughs into her arm causing her throat to hurt. She realizes how stuffed up she feels as it's a bit hard to breathe out of her nose and her ears feel plugged. She gives herself a few moments hating that she’s gotten sick before turning to the nightstand to grab her phone Felix had plugged in for her the night before in one of Jeongin’s chargers.

Jeonginie Morning Jagiya

Sorry you had to wake up alone. Felix and I left to go to the soup kitchen early this morning and didn’t want to wake you

The omega looks at the time seeing it’s already almost noon before sighing and opening their location sharing app to see if the others were out or at work. She sees that Chan is the only one still at home. She sees that Felix and Jeongin are together at what she assumes is the soup kitchen in town. Not far from them, Hyunjin, Jisung and Seungmin are together at the community center. Then in Seoul, Minho is at his dance studio and Changbin is at the office.

Y/n slides out of bed before leaving Jeongin’s room in only his shirt and tries to quietly walk past Chan’s room as his door is open and she sees him working at his desk. She makes it just past his room when she hears his desk chair creak.

“Y/n?”

She quietly curses herself for being heard before walking back to the door to see him turned in his chair towards her.

“Morning Channie.” She gives him a smile trying hard not to sound sick but her stuffy nose isn’t helping.

“Morning? Baby, it’s already noon. Are you just now getting up?” He tilts his head at her knowing something is wrong. “Are you feeling okay? You sound a bit sick.”

“I’m okay.”

“Don’t lie to me, baby girl.” He stands up and moves towards her placing a hand on her cheek and frowns a little before moving it to place the back of his hand to her forehead. “You’re a bit warm. I think you have a fever.”

“I’m okay.” She pulls her head away from his hand. “It’s just a small cold.”

The alpha sighs looking at her with a mix of worry and sadness. “If you’re sick you’re sick, Y/n. Don’t downplay it.”

“I’m just stuffed up and my throat is a little sore. It’s nothing, probably just allergies and sleeping with my mouth open.” She looks up at him before changing the subject. “Everyone else is gone?”

“Yeah, Changbin and Minho went to work. Everyone else is volunteering in town.” He continues to watch her closely. “We didn’t want you to be here alone so I offered to work from home today.”

“I would have been fine alone, you didn’t have to stay.” She furrows her brows. “Or I could have gone with some of the others. I’d like to start volunteering around the town too.”

“You’ll get to start volunteering with them soon.” He pushes some hair behind her ear. “We were originally wanting you to start doing so this week but after… Jeju, we've decided to wait a bit. Get the restraining order done and make sure everything gets under control again.”

“Chan.” Y/n whines.

“Yours and Ji’s therapy sessions have also been moved up to later this week.” He gives her a look as if to say not to push him. “You guys need to talk to them about what happened. You guys act like you are alright, and I’m not saying you aren’t but you guys need to talk about it.”

She sighs and nods her head in understanding.

“When we go to your therapy appointments we’re gonna stop by and have the judge sign the restraining order and get copies and make sure your grandparents get served the papers.”

“Then we can go about life as normal?” The omega looks up at him with hopeful eyes.

“Yes.” He smiles. “Then we can go about life as normal. You can volunteer around town with the others and a bunch of other stuff.”

She nods again and he wraps his arm around her waist pulling her to him. “We’re just wanting to protect you, okay?”

“I know.” She whispers before leaning up and kisses his lips.

He smirks against her lips and kisses back, biting her bottom lip a little before his hand moves up to her cheek feeling how warm she is again remembering her fever and pulls away.

“You should really go get some rest, baby girl. Go lay down in the games room or the living room, watch tv or something. I’ll get you some medicine.”

“Okay.” She moves away from him, watching as he goes downstairs to get the medicine before following after but heads to the game room instead. She grabs one of the fluffy blankets and curls up on the couch.

Chan walks into the room seeing her searching through the streaming services to choose something to watch as he places a glass of water and 2 pills on the coffee table.

“Take those. I’ll be working in my room if you need anything.” He kisses her head before leaving again.

Y/n looks at the pills and just feels uneasy about it. Ever since stopping the injections she’s been not fond of medication, hasn’t even been keeping up with her anxiety meds like she should be. She knows the pills Chan placed on the table is probably just cold medicine but she still doesn't want to take it.

She ends up just sipping on the water as she tries watching a few different shows and movies but nothing really keeps her attention for long. Eventually she turns the tv off and gets up to go back upstairs. She is extra careful as to not catch the alpha’s attention at the other end of the hallway, not wanting to disturb him or make him worry that she needs something, as she walks to hers and Felix’s bathroom.

She hopes that maybe a hot bath can help open up her sinuses as she turns on the faucets. She adds some salts and bubbles when her phone goes off.

Felix & Y/n

Lix Channie texted us that you're not feeling good. Jeongin and I will pick you up some soup from the local bakery on our way home

Y/nnie You don’t have to do that baby. It’s just a small cold, nothing to worry about

Lix Nonsense. Let us take care of you sunshine. You’re sick, we’re getting you soup

Minho & Y/n

Min Kitten, stop being difficult. Don’t make me have Changbin hold you down when we get home while I spoon feed you soup

Felix & Y/n

Y/nnie Really? You told on me to Minho?

Lix You’re trying to act like you aren’t sick. Have to get the alpha’s involved.

The omega rolls her eyes before turning her phone off knowing she won’t win with any of her mates. She strips off Jeongin’s shirt and steps into the water. It’s times like this she’s glad her and Felix have the second largest bathtub next to the one downstairs in the large bathroom. She understands why as they are the two omega’s in the house and she’s been told that occasionally Jisung would use it too if he kept it clean.

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Chan just finished up some paperwork when he heard the front door open and seven loud voices. He stretches before getting up and goes out to the hallway just as Felix and Jeongin walk up the last steps.

“Hey pups. How was the soup kitchen?” The alpha pulls Felix to him and kisses his lips before hugging the youngest.

“Good, but the kitchen was so freaking hot.” Jeongin complains as he pulls his shirt away from his body a bit. “We are in desperate need of showers.”

“We got Y/n some soup from our favorite bakery. Minho is putting it in a bowl for her.” Felix explains.

“Alright, I’ll go say hi to everyone else. You two go shower.” Chan hits the omega’s butt as he walks past them and goes downstairs where everyone else is. “Hey, how was everyone's day?”

Jisung goes and hugs him the moment he steps off the bottom step making the older male laugh. “You have to see the painting Jinnie did while teaching his class today.”

“Yeah? Did he paint another masterpiece?”

“It was just something from Ji’s favorite park on Jeju.” The beta waves his hand. “I plan to paint a bigger mural of it on Y/n’s wall for her like she asked. This was just for practice.”

“Speaking of Y/n, where is she?” Minho finally speaks as he places a bowl on the table. “I’ve got her soup.”

“I left her in the game room to watch tv after I gave her medicine.”

“I’ll go get her.” Seungmin moves to the game room only to find it empty and the cold medicine Chan said he gave the omega still on the coffee table. “Umm, she’s not in here.” He yells as he grabs the medicine and walks back to the kitchen. “And she never actually took her medicine.”

Everyone frowns just as frantic footsteps come running down the stairs, Jeongin sliding into the kitchen. “We’ve got a problem.”

“What’s wrong?” The three other alphas move to the youngest.

“Felix and Y/n’s bathroom is locked.” Jeongin looks panicked. “Lix is freaking out, has tried calling out to Y/n but she’s not responding. He even tried calling her phone but it’s going straight to voicemail.”

The three older males don’t even let Jeongin finish before they are running up the stairs to find Felix still pounding on the bathroom door.

“Sunshine, please, answer me, open the door.”

Minho grabs Felix to move him away from the door and pushes his face into his neck so his scent can calm him down. “It’s okay, we’ll get her.”

“Y/n, can you hear me?” Changbin calls as he bangs on the door.

There’s still no answer which causes everyone to worry.

“Baby girl, we need you to answer us.”

They all wait again but still nothing, making Felix whimper.

“Are we sure she’s in there?” Seungmin speaks up as everyone else had followed.

“Why else would the door be locked?” Jisung moves to Minho and Felix, wrapping his arms around the younger.

“Bin?” Chan turns to the other alpha who nods as they both take a few steps back.

At the same time they both kick the door breaking the lock, the door splintering a bit but they don't care. Inside they find Y/n asleep in the bathtub.

Changbin grabs her out of the bath. “Y/n, wake up, baby.”

She startles awake when she feels herself get lifted out of the bath and looks around confused and a bit dazed as Chan wraps a towel around her while still in Changbins arms. “W-what?”

“Hey pretty girl.” Changbin sighs as he sits down on the floor with her in his arms, Chan trying to help dry her off, everyone else crowded in the doorway watching.

“Your fever has gotten worse.” Chan feels her cheek and forehead after just laying the towel over her. “What happened?”

“I was just wanting to take a bath. I guess I fell asleep.” She looks at everyones concerned faces feeling bad for worrying them once again.

“We were pounding on the door.” Felix says still wrapped in Minho’s and Jisung’s arms. “You really didn’t hear us?”

“No.” She whispers with a small shake of her head.

“New rule.” Minho speaks up looking at everyone, not just the youngest omega. “No one is allowed to lock doors. If we have to replace all the locks with normal door knobs we will.”

“I agree with that idea.” Chan nods and so does everyone else.

“Does that mean the front and back doors too?” Hyunjin says, causing a few of them to glare at him but Felix and Jisung laugh. “What? Was just trying to lighten the mood. And it worked.”

The beta ruffles Felix and Jisung’s hair and Seungmin shakes his head coming forward as he still has the cold medicine and Y/n’s water. “You need to take these.”

Chan takes them from the younger male and holds them while looking at their girl with both concern and confusion. “Why didn’t you take these earlier?”

“I-I just don’t want to be taking medications.”

“It’s just cold medicine baby.” Changbin rubs her cheek not liking how warm she feels. “It’s nothing like those injections, I promise.”

“And you’ve been taking those anxiety pills.” Jisung moves away from the two he has been hugging for a bit now to kneel next to her. “How are these any different?”

“I haven’t been taking them.” She whispers.

“You still aren’t taking your anxiety pills?” Minho grumbles.

“You knew she wasn’t taking her meds?” Jeongin looks at the older alpha shocked and a bit angry.

“That doesn’t matter right now.” Chan interrupts still looking at Y/n. “You need to take the cold medicine to try and get your fever down and hopefully help you feel better.”

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omnom-obeyme · 1 day ago

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Also if you're interested in doing crack/fluff type stuff, how about MC getting sick and, while very loopy on cold medicine, saying "don't tell anyone ok but you're my favorite brother"

Bonus and optional comedy points of the brothers later find out that MC actually said the same thing to all of them while they were sick and delirious. Bonus bonus points if mc doesn’t even remember these conversations lol

You're My Favorite

Pairings: Brothers x reader (separate)

Warnings: MC is sick and the brothers don't understand how to dose cough medicine for humans. It's all fluff, folks

This sucks.

That's the only thing on your mind as you lie back in the pillow nest you made for yourself. You're honestly not certain how you got sick in the Devildom, and thinking about the semantics of trying to figure out why germs interfere with your immune system here has your foggy mind spinning.

Luckily, your demons always have you covered! They happened to have a bottle of medicine that's been deemed safe for humans. Somehow. But...that's strange. You're starting to feel a little funny.

"Ah, there you are...just as I left you," Lucifer murmurs as he shuts your bedroom door behind him. He places a steaming tea cup on your nightstand and sits down on the edge of your bed.

You flop over onto your belly and peek up at him from under your droopy eyelids. There's a serene look on your face despite your miserable condition.

When the back of Lucifer's hand meets your forehead to check your temperature, a goofy grin appears on your face. His hand slides down to cup your cheek, and he heaves out an affectionate sigh.

"Lucifer?" you murmur dreamily.

"Hmm? What is it, MC?"

"I have something...very important to tell you," you declare as you lift a weak finger to wag in his face.

"Oh?" he places his hand on yours to lower it back down to your side.

"Mm-hmm," you mumble. "Don't tell anyone, okay? But you're my favorite brother."

Lucifer's hand and breath still. Outwardly, he's impassive, inwardly, he might as well be squealing and leaping with joy.

"Of course I am," he says nonchalantly. Thank the Devildom you're too out of it to see the hearts swirling around in his eyes.

Lucifer leans down and presses a tender kiss to your forehead. He can't help the way his touch becomes more tender or the way he keeps fussing over you over the next few days as you recover.

Poor Mammon's been sick with worry ever since finding out you're sick. He's the one who found the medicine for you in the first place! He's glued himself to your side since the first sniffle, and that's where you find yourself now.

You're propped up in your bed, head and chest feeling fuzzy with Mammon to your side. His arms are wrapped around yours, and his head is on your bicep.

"You gotta tell me when you're feelin' better, MC. No, scratch that. Tell me how you're feelin' every hour. On the hour! Ya hear me? I have a no-late check-in policy."

You bite your lip, but a giggle slips out of you regardless. Mammon's nose twitches as your fingers brush over it.

"H-hey! Watch it!"

"Don't tell anyone, okay? But you're my favorite brother," you murmur affectionately.

"Of course I am, ya silly human!" Mammon says as he practically puffs up. "Who else would be your favorite? I'm your first and best man. No one else stacks up to The Great Mammon!"

Still, Mammon's cheeks turn bright pink, and his arms tighten around yours.

"Damn straight, I'm your favorite," he mumbles.

Levi can't help but feel less than useless in this situation. He rarely even leaves his room, so he rarely gets sick. Couple that with the fact that you're a sick human? He's in over his head.

He can't just leave you by yourself, though! He could never abandon you in your hour of need! That's how he finds himself shifting on his feet awkwardly as he hovers a few feet from your bed.

You feel his presence before he can say anything. Your head shoots up, and your droopy eyes squint for a moment as you try to identify him.

"Levi!" you cheer in your scratchy voice.

"H-hey, MC. Uhm, I was just wondering if you were down for a 'Help! My Human Companion Was Turned into a Frog and Needs True Love's Kiss to Anthropomorphize!" with me?" he asks bashfully. "I know you're sick and all, but, uhm, I just thought it might be nice to watch it together."

"Oh, Levi..." you grin happily and make grabby hands at the cherry candies he brought for you. "Don't tell anyone, okay? But you're my favorite brother."

Levi's vision goes fuzzy and the next thing he knows, he's blinking up at you from the floor. "Y-yeah...sounds great..."

Satan's voice is smooth as he reads to you from a book of Devildom fairytales. Your cheek is smushed against his shoulder, and your eyes flutter lazily. You're pretty sure you're drooling on his shoulder, but Satan doesn't say a word about it.

"And...that's the last one in this book. Do you want me to find another one?"

The shaky nod you give him is his signal, and he's gently shifting you off his shoulder to grab another book. He settles back onto his bed next to you and pulls you into his side again.

"Alright, this is more of a fantasy novella than anything, but I think you'll like it. Has the medicine kicked in yet?"

You nod dumbly and sniffle weakly. Satan's arm slides around your waist, and he begins reading again. After a few moments, you feel his eyes on you.

"Satan?" your voice is muffled against his shoulder.

"MC?" he murmurs back.

"Hmm?"

"No, you wanted my attention."

"Oh. Yeah. It's important. Don't tell anyone, okay? But you're my favorite brother."

"You're my favorite, too," Satan whispers. His arm tugs you closer, and he continues reading until you fall asleep.

Don't blame him, okay, but he really doesn't like being around sick people. When he comes to visit you, he's wearing a face mask and long sleeves. The mattress sinks a bit as he sits down next to you, and he reaches out to pat your back.

"Hey, hon. How are you feeling?" he asks quietly.

"Peachy," you murmur before sneezing. Asmo recoils and then hastily straightens himself back out.

"That's lovely, hon. You look...well..." he frowns and lightly pushes your hair off your forehead.

"You're so pretty Asmo. Your lips are shiny, and you smell like strawberries."

Asmo bites back a grin at the sound of your loopy voice, an his hand slides down to cup your cheek.

"I'm glad your taste is still impeccable even though you're sick," he says cheerfully.

"Mm-hmm. Don't tell anyone, okay? But you're my favorite brother."

Asmo's heart does a little flip, and, sickness be damned, he leans forward and squishes his cheek against yours.

"Oh, I'm so glad to hear that, hon! I mean, of course I am, but still! It's great to hear you admit it. Why don't you keep showering me in praise? I'm sure it'll make you feel better."

Beel's carrying a mountain of snacks and treats in his arms when he makes it to your room. He drops most of them on your desk, but manages to carry a small thermos of warm broth over to your bedside.

There's a quiet, metallic thunk as the thermos hits the wood of your nightstand.

"I brough you snacks," Beel says quietly.

A dazed grin appears on your face, and you reach up to pat Beel's arm.

"Thank you, Beelie. My head's all spinny. Think I'd fall if I tried to stand," you mumble. "Woah...I forgot how strong you are..."

Beel blushes and laughs quietly.

"I...guess I'm pretty strong. I have to be to protect my brothers. And you, of course."

"Beel...you gotta promise me something," you murmur.

"Of course, MC."

"You can't tell anyone, but...you're my favorite brother."

Beel's face immediately splits into a happy smile, and he sits down on your bed. The bed frame protests under his added weight, but he just brings the thermos of broth up to your mouth happily.

"C'mon, MC. You need to eat to keep up your strength."

"Stop squirming," comes the grumbled complaint right in your ear.

You let out a soft huff and push at Belphie's face. He's breathing right on your neck, and it's not helping the feverish heat you're experiencing.

"Belphie...you're stinky." Because that's for sure what you were trying to communicate. I guess.

"I am not stinky. I smell like fresh laundry."

"You literally wear the same thing everyday--" you're cut off by Belphie's hand slapping over your mouth.

"You're annoying. Shut up."

"Okay, rude. Also, you smell, and that's worse than being annoying."

"MC, I swear to everything in the Devildom--" it's your turn to cut him off.

"Don't tell anyone, okay? But you're my favorite brother. I like bickering with you."

"Of course I'm your favorite," he grumbles. "Now be quiet and sleep. You need it. I'm tired of you getting snot on my shoulder while you sleep."

He says that, but he makes no move to shift you away from his shoulder.

You're finally feeling better a few days later and manage to pull yourself out of bed for breakfast. You make your way downstairs, but pause at the doorway to listen in on the conversation.

"You'll never guess what MC told me while I was tendin' to them!" you hear Mammon declare proudly.

"Did they tell you they're sick of your clinging?" Satan asks dryly.

"You little--No! They said that I'm their favorite," Mammon brags smugly.

Belphie lifts his head up from the table and shakes his head.

"No, MC said that I'm their favorite."

"Nuh-uh, I'm MC's favorite," Asmo pipes up. "They said so, and, honestly, who can blame them?"

"Is there anyone here who MC didn't say was their favorite?" cuts in Lucifer's tired voice. When he's met with silence, he just says, "Then we'll just have to ask them. Ah, there they are now."

Oh, Diavolo help you...you don't remember any of this at all.

You sheepishly peek out from the doorway, and Mammon immediately calls out, "Oi! Human! Who's your actual favorite?"

You feel a cold sweat break out on the back of your neck, and you let out a nervous laugh.

"Haha! I'm actually not hungry, and Diavolo asked me to come early to look something over, sogottagobyeeeee!" you call while booking it for the door. No way in the Devildom are you getting stuck in that argument.

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savanir · 1 day ago

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Ghost Writer planned on just leaving that brat Phantom and his two living friends to muck about in that other universe for a short thirty years or so. Twenty if he was feeling generous.

But things get rapidly more complicated when after a week he has time to reorganise the comic section and sees that the comic pile the brats left has multiplied.

Upon closer inspection he sees several new solo runs he didn't know about, a few team ups. A brand new justice league dark series called Spectral Designs.

He picks the last one up and flips through it. He quickly realises that the series is trying to explain the sudden appearance of Phantom and his friends.

He mutters under his breath, "- as seen in Tech Pharaoh, Kobra attacks nr.4... see Poison Ivy special, the Rot returns... Greta meets Phantom for the first time when she was on Apokolips? Since when!?"

He zips over to the cabinets and goes through the series still stored there.

"Wh- they're changing the past!"

The entrance doors of his library slam open and Skulker stalks in with Ember happily trotting besides him. She's probably here to check out any new music records. But this does give Ghost Writer the opportunity to vent so he floats over to do so, complaining on and on about that brat Phantom to Skulker, if someone understands its him.

Only, he looks incredibly confused.

"Who're you talking about... Phantom?"

Ember looks up from her own stuff, "isn't he like a comic book character?"

Skulker shrugs, "I don't read comics"

"You don't read period, did the writers do something stupid in his story or something book nerd?"

Ghost Writer flounders, "are you two trying to prank me? Phantom, Danny Phantom, the halfa, brat menace, the one you want to skin."

Both of them look at him like he's finally lost it. Or well, lost it more than before that is.

For a hot minute he thinks about checking with Walker. If anyone knows about Phantom and won't try to prank him about it it's him. But then he remembers that Walker hates his guts since the Christmas thing.

"Screw this! Out of my library, I have something important to do!"

His haunt pushes the two now unwanted guests out and Ghost Writer rushes off in a direction no sane ghost would head into under any other circumstances.

Unless they were Phantom...

Gah! Why does it always become a gigantic mess when that brat is involved!

The clock tower looms dark and ominously over him.

The entire place fills him with dread. The ticking and clicking of the clocks and their gears seem threatening somehow.

Ghost Writer carefully peeks into the inner sanctum area where one lone ever shifting Ghost floats.

"Uhm.."

"I know why you're here," his voice echoes through the room.

Ah, he's not happy...

"So it's not a prank?"

Side eye from the ancient of time? Ghost Writer shrinks a little. He's really not happy.

"As you have seen things are already shifting to accommodate what happened."

"So how do we-" cough, "- how do I fix this?"

Clockwork looms over Ghost Writer who shrinks even further, "all is as it should be, your punishment will be remembering and living with the regret."

Ghost Writer makes a meek little eep noise before fleeing and Clockwork floats back to one of his mirrors.

Danny is currently going through one hell of a space adventure on New Genesis with the new gods there after wrecking his way through Apokolips and fleeing the place.

On new Genesis Lightray and Orion are assigned to keep an eye on him and figure him out and while Danny and Lightray get along like a house on fire, Orion couldn't be more moody about the situation if he tried.

Clockwork sighs, things could be worse.

The DC universe has clearly taken a liking to Danny and his friends and is going out of its way to accommodate them.

Still... he's already gotten a visit from a sulky yeti and a furious amazonian. It's surprising that the observants haven't shown up to complain yet. Though, they might think this is a good development.

Either way, it's only a matter of time before someone else does something universe shifting, Daniel has that kind of effect on people after all.

DP x DC Prompt [31]

"That's it! I've had it with you lot!!" Ghost Writer screeches as he sees the mess Danny and his friends made of his library's comic section. Batman's detective series strewn about, action comics in every direction, secret six, suicide squad, doom patrol, the outsiders. Its like a DC-splosion.

"Whoa man, we'll put them back, no need to-"

"You pests need what's called in the comic world-"

And a massive ominous glowing N52 starts hovering above Ghost Writer "-a reboot!"

"No wait- stop!"

But the three of them get slammed with the letter and numbers the size of a truck before they can do anything else and they get tossed right in the middle of the latest DC universe ending crisis.

#i thought it would be fun to give Danny some space enrichment #he escaped Apokolips only to fly right into Orion who brought him to Highfather #so now Danny is stuck in New Genesis #meanwhile Tucker is having cult adventures and he's gonna join Black Lightning next #somewhere else Swamp Thing shows the girl he found in the bog to Zatanna and Sam is just okay with that #oh and cause the dp universe is also trying to fix itself that means there is no portal anymore #dpxdc prompt #dpxdc #dcxdp #danny fenton #danny phantom #dp ghost writer #dp clockwork #savwrites

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cozymochi · 12 hours ago

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Hi there! I like your oc Tia 😊 she's so cool! I was curious how does she get along Leona? Especially in book 2? Just curious 🤔

(Thank you 😳 I have a more generalized scenario of their dynamic written out here.) Gonna have to forego Book 2 because… Leona doesn’t really engage with the Prefect that much in it. So, that more or less applies to Tia too. BUT! Book 3??

BOOK 3.. has so much. They were roommates for 3 days and 2 nights. LISTEN— Two ideologically opposed, obstinate, people stuck sharing a room? It writes itself.

Now Tia has to cook for him and take up all of Ruggie’s old duties during the 3-day stint all while having to fulfill Azul’s contract to get her dorm back? Crazy work.

It was the worst setup for both of them. I can’t even properly articulate all the thoughts I had about it, so incoherent yapping it is.

I don’t think Leona would have denied her room and board on principle (cough, she’s still a lady) nor make it a trial, HOWEVER! That doesn’t mean she’s just going to sit around, take his bed (she slept on the couch) and be coddled while dealing with this Azul thing. She’s getting put to work. It doesn’t matter who you are, you aren’t staying in Savanaclaw and doing nothing.

Like the usual scenario for the prefect, Tia apparently takes over Ruggie’s job of being Leona’s gopher during those 3 homeless days. I kinda wish we saw more of that, but I get narrative priorities and wanting to stay on track. [book 7 has entered the chat]

I believe… for the most part, Tia took over Ruggie’s job while rooming with Leona in stride. Mostly because when she does anything, she tries putting maximum effort into it. His room is not ideal, so she’s already cleaning and organizing from the jump. High key, working on something is how she functions since relaxing is hard for her point blank. Leona doesn’t really get that but, it’s whatever.

Her cooking? 100/10, he gets the best meat ever. Well. For an herbivore anyway. (…Can’t let that ego get too big right)

And you know what was glossed over during this time? The fact not even housewardens get a private bathroom. So somebody 🦁 is going to have to 🦁do escort missions 🦁 Nobody is allowed in when she’s in there using the shower. Just something very annoying for him to be stuck doing 💚😔 Oh also she gets up at like! 5AM!!

AnD SHE WON’T LeT him go back to sleep after that! She just will yap about the state of his room and seems to be bothered by every little thing that crosses her mind. Ruggie found it funny as hell at least. Surprised she got Leona up at all but hey, less work for him for once.

It’s fine though. Leona gets his payback tenfold by having her run around like a panicked gazelle during morning training. It’s very cathartic to see. That- and he makes sure his food requests are very dense and luxurious. What? She can’t live with herself if she doesn’t put in maximum effort all the time ☺️ It should never be a problem for her. Who kindly is letting her stay in Savanaclaw again? Who clears out the bathroom for her? He just does so much.

[Immediately ruins the room she just organized and has her running head first into Azul junk via omitting words just so he can be smug about it later]

…She gets him back again later by denying him sleep not by yelling — but purely from listing all her grievances that she had the entire time she was living with him. She had a lot to criticize. …This whole duping Azul plan she made worked great, not only did Leona get roped into it, but she also got to vent. :3

Leona was right. Azul wouldn’t know real villainy if it hit him. Tia is more of a villain than he ever could be. In more ways than just outsmarting his dumb contract thing.

He would never want to share a room with her again <3

I got my jokes and only yapped about the pain on a very bare bones level, but if time was ever dedicated to downtime moments—- I do think Tia would have voiced being grateful in an earnest way despite it all, even while staying there and under a lot of stress from various sources.

I’m not too certain how receptive Leona would be to it. Probably outwardly dismissive. Yet…

anyway everything’s still pretty cool with Leona after all that Book 3 stuff I guess.

BYE!!!!

#cozy ask #i have a strangely large amount of tia and leona interaction asks in my backlog.#i wonder #y’all trying to red pill me.#tia dumarais #twstposting #i always get a little antsy when it comes to trying to …like. talk about my freaks #esp in relation to other concrete characters or the main story.#my art

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boba-pearl-writes · 2 days ago

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6/27 - sex - word count: 992 - @rosekillermicrofic

Evan was suffocating.

It was a normal, maybe even peaceful day, and Evan felt like he couldn’t breathe. To be fair, though, this feeling had been building up for quite a bit.

And all of it had to do with Barty. Everything did, now - the good and the bad - because Barty was his. Finally, after months of dancing around each other and drunk kisses during parties, Barty was his.

But now, Evan worried that his - for lack of a better word - secret, would bring all of that down. Every time he looked at Barty, every time he saw him staring back, every time they touched, every time they kissed; every single time, Evan would worry.

Why?

Well, that had a lot to do with the fact that Evan never had, and never would, want sex. He’d found a word for it a few months ago, when talking to Pettigrew during a party. He’d said he felt the same, and Evan had relaxed, if only for that one conversation. Maybe it wasn’t just him.

Pettigrew had called it being “asexual,” and Evan thought that was a rather apt name for it.

But Barty, as Evan had heard and, on one unfortunate occasion, seen, was the complete opposite. Before Barty and Evan had gotten together, Barty could usually be found with his tongue down another person’s throat at any party, and find his way to that person’s bed the night after.

And now, Evan thought that was inevitable. That he’d be in that position and he would say no, and then, quite obviously, Barty would leave him.

Barty’s leg nudged his own, breaking him out of his thoughts. They were in a charms lesson, and Flitwick was teaching something or the other about giggling charms. Barty slid a note over to him.

“You okay? You’re pouting,” the note read. Evan rolled his eyes and scribbled something back.

“I am NOT pouting.”

Barty muffled a chuckle under a cough. He leaned over and whispered directly in Evan’s ear - “oh, darling, you are, and it is adorable.”

Evan turned bright red, and Barty had to “cough” again, which drew Flitwick’s attention over to them. They quieted down, but Barty leaned over again a few minutes later, when the whole class was drowned in chatter.

“Are you okay, though?” He asked, the crease between his eyebrows betraying his worry. Evan gave him a lopsided smile.

“I- yeah, Barty, I’m okay.” Barty’s arm came around him, pulling him close into Barty’s side.

“I’m not buying that, and you are going to tell me later,” Barty said. Evan tensed, his mind running through several different possibilities, all ending with Barty being disgusted with him, Barty being disappointed, Barty leaving him.

Barty leaving was something Evan didn’t want to imagine, or to think about.

He didn’t want that, period. He didn’t, but it seemed sort of inevitable now, didn’t it?

-x-

When Evan came back from the shower, Barty was already sitting on his bed. He looked up as he heard Evan approaching, and smiled up at him.

“Hey,” Barty said, as Evan sat down next to Barty.

“Hi.” Barty studied Evan’s face for a few seconds, then entwined Evan’s hand with his own.

“You still look sad,” Barty said, his voice soft. Evan stared down at the blanket, his free hand picking at the hem of his shirt.

“It’s nothing,” Evan whispered, moving to leave the bed, to do something, anything that got him out of this situation, out of telling Barty, but Barty held his hand firmly. He wasn’t going to let him leave.

When Barty wanted something, he fought for it. And right now, what Barty wanted most was Evan.

“It’s not nothing, Ev. If it’s important to you, it is for me, too.” When Evan didn’t say anything, Barty spoke again. “Us against the world, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Evan tore his gaze from the bed, and looked at Barty. He looked calm, and comforting. “Barty, I have something to tell you.” Barty nodded, a bit confused, but as if inviting him to speak. “I’m… I’m asexual. Do you know what that means?”

Barty thought for a moment. “I can take a guess, yeah,” he said. Evan felt the suffocating feeling growing, his mind so fast it felt dizzying. Barty would say something, and he would get up and- and he would leave. “So?”

Wait, what? Evan stared at Barty incredulously.

“What do you mean ‘so?’ I’m asexual. Barty, I’m- I’m never going to have sex with you.”

“No, you aren’t.”

“Doesn’t that bother you?” Evan asked, as if pleading Barty to just tell him that he wasn’t it for Barty anymore, to just get it over with.

“Evan,” Barty said firmly. “Evan, I love you.” Barty grasped his hand firmer, and came closer to him. “I love you, and not anything more than what you’re comfortable with. Just you. Nothing more.”

“Oh,” Evan whispered, taken aback by how deadset Barty sounded, on him. “You still love me?”

“Did you think I wouldn’t?” Barty asked, frowning. He kissed Evan on the cheek, then smiled. “I have loved you, Evan Rosier, as if you were a part of my soul, since we were twelve, and I’m not going to stop because of who you are. I never will.” Barty’s free hand came up to the back of Evan’s neck to pull him into another kiss, then he paused.

“This is okay, right? Kissing, touching like this? You’ll tell me when it’s not?” Barty clarified, worry knitting his brows together.

Evan smiled, smiled properly, for the first time in a week, and brought his hands up to cup Barty’s face. “I appreciate you checking, but yeah. It’s okay Barty. It’s amazing.” Barty grinned, and Evan pulled him in this time.

He breathed Barty in - his love, his pure adoration for Evan, that he never hesitated to show - and he was no longer starved for air.

#this refused to post on my phone so i hadta wait a bit 😭#evan rosier #rosekiller #barty crouch jr #evan x barty #barty x evan #them <33

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“Current boyfriend” prank on MHA boys.

—“I’m your what?”

—multiple X fem! Reader

—includes: Izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, katsuki bakugo, eijirou kirishima, denki kaminari, shinso Hitoshi.

—warnings: mentions of making out, swearing, teenage boy humor, sorry if I forget anything else

!!NOT PROOFREAD!! It’s three am sorry I cannot bring myself to do that I’ll do to later maybe probably not

—IZUKU—

You had been scrolling through TikTok for what seemed to be forever, until a certain video caught your eye. It was a trend done by a couple consisting of the girlfriend introducing her partner as her “current boyfriend”. You couldn’t help but laugh at the boys reaction to the label.

While sitting and giggling at your phone you looked at Izuku who was present in your dorm. He’d been at your desk for awhile now, going over some quirk notes he’d needed to fix. You then got a pleasant idea.

“Hey, Izu?” You called out to him from your bed.

He looked up from his paper, his ears already tinted pink.

“Yeah? What’s up?” He now had his full body turned to you.

“I need to film a TikTok for this brand I’m reviewing, do you want to be in it with me?” You hated lying to him, but it you knew the joke was going to have a rewarding outcome.

He smiled softly, “of course, baby. Let me finish this up real fast, I’m almost done.” He muttered out quickly.

You used the extra time to set up your phone and grab a random item from your drawers to “review”. You couldn’t hide the smile that was so blatantly apparent on your face.

Soon enough Izuku got up from his spot and made his way to your setup. He stood kind of behind and to the side, waiting for your instruction.

You then started the video.

“Hey Guys! Today I’m going to be reviewing this new mascara—Annnndd as a special guest I’m here with my current boyfriend,” you gestured your hands to him with a stifled laugh. “Izuku, say hi.” You turned your head slightly to look at him, only to be met with a confused and concerned look. You nearly broke on the spot at his expression.

“Current?” Was all he responded with.

“What are you talking about?” You tried to hide your coughing fit of laughter. He then let a smile spread on his face.

“Uh—hey guys! I’m midoriya, her forever boyfriend! I don’t know why she said current, don’t listen to her.” Izuku grabbed you and covered your mouth with his hand—it was in moments like these where you were reminded how strong he truly was. You could hear the laughter spilling from his own mouth as he locked you in his arms and fumbled to grab your phone.

—SHOTO—

It wasn’t really your intention to do the trend, but when shoto had come up to you and asked if you wanted to film a soba review for your TikTok account? The idea popped into your head like a lightbulb.

There was a new place in town that shoto had been nonstop hinting at wanting to try, so one day after training the two of you stopped by and ordered some soba. He remembered your desert review you had done with him several weeks prior and realized you could do the same thing here.

You agreed cheerfully at the recommendation and whipped out your phone in a heartbeat. It didn’t take long to open up TikTok and get your video set up.

“Hey guys! I’m back with my current boyfriend, but this time we are reviewing soba from—“ you felt a poke in your side.

You snapped your head to the man beside you.

“You said it wrong.” He deadpanned at you.

“Huh? Sho, what are you talking about—“ you were on the brink of busting out laughing at his serious face but you held it together.

“You said ‘current’, I don’t think that’s the appropriate term for what I am to you.” His eyes squinted as he explained where you had went wrong.

“Oh no, I just mean like you’re my current boyfriend. Yknow I’m with you..currently.” You tried to explain something that sounded somewhat believable.

“Oh. Well, I’m not sure if I like that.” His eyebrows were now furrowed as he looked down at the table in thought. “I’d rather just be your boyfriend, I don’t like what the word current infers to our relationship.”

You nearly combusted from his honest and sweet response. “Awww, sho I’m sorry. You aren’t my current boyfriend.” You apologized as you looked back at the camera and smiled, realizing it’d still filming.

“It’s okay—I just wouldn’t want people to think we are temporary. You are going to be my girlfriend forever,” his voice cut off quickly. “Wait no, that is until I marry you.” He finished with a calm look resurfacing on his face.

You looked at the boy next to you with watery eyes. You couldn’t help the squeal that left your mouth as you hugged him tightly from the side, the boy shooting you a shocked look.

—KATSUKI—

It was entirely Mina’s idea. You were in the common room filming an outfit of the day with the pink haired girl, when all of the sudden Katsuki had strolled into the vicinity. Mina pointed with an excited look, to which you questioned what she was acting so antsy about. She then reminded you of the trend you had seen earlier, stating how funny it would be to do it to bakugo. You thought for a second, but ultimately decided to go through with the risky idea. You called him over from the couches and pulled him into the frame where you and Mina had just been.

“The fuck is this.” He looked at you off camera.

“It’s an outfit check, Kats. Here let me help you.” You latched onto his arm and pulled yourself into frame.

“Kay guys, this is my current boyfriend and he’s gonna tell you what he’s—“ before you could finish you felt bakugo strip himself from your arms and snatch the phone from the counter. Mina immediately was sucked into a fit of cackles.

“Katsuki!” You tried to grab your phone from his grasp but he gave you no leverage, only scowling and side eyeing you.

“Current boyfriend my fucking ass. Like hell there’ll be another extra after me.” He grumbled out to you. Mina was still dying from laughter, the more he spoke the less oxygen she seemed to intake.

“That’s not what I meant, I just meant I’m with you currently.” You reasoned with the angry boy.

“Yeah I think the fuck not, you’re mine always. Not currently.” He huffed.

“I know, but I’m dating you right now aren’t I? That’s current.” You replied with a giggle while trying to grab your phone back.

“I’m about to blast your phone into the damn ground, stop saying that shit.” He held the phone just out of reach with a snarl of his teeth.

“Okay, okay! You aren’t my current boyfriend, you’re gonna be my man forever!” You let out the words quickly, all while still trying to apprehend your phone from his heated hands.

“Damn right I am. Now re-do that dumbass video and say that shit to the camera.” He said, finally giving the phone back.

—EIJIROU—

Close to the beginning of your relationship, Kirishima had came up with the brilliant idea to make a joint couples account. It had grown popular over the years you had been together—the videos you two posted consisting of cute trends and gym trips. You were at the gym, filming a small video like usual, when you saw a comment on a previous post that had caught some traction.

“Herolvvr55: omg! Yall are def gonna be my fav pro hero couple when yall become official heros! Doing the current bf trend on him would be sooooo funny:))”

you stared at the comment, holy shit she was so right. Your sweet, unknowing boyfriend was soon to be a victim of her plans.

As you started scheming how you’d say it, you felt two large hands come up around your waist.

“Babeeuhhhh, are you almost ready to start our sets? It’s leg day today, so you don’t have anything to stall for.” Kirishima laid his head in the crook of your shoulder, speaking in a sing songy voice.

“Yeah! We gotta film some clips for TikTok, so let me set it up.” You told him with a smug smile. He nodded with understanding and retracted his hands so you could get everything in order. You set up the camera and pressed record as he started putting some weight on the bar.

“Hey guys! We are at the gym today. I think after we are gonna go do some sparring, but I’m not sure.” You tried to start the video normally, not wanting your boyfriend to grow suspicious of you so early on.

“Baby, cmere. I wanna show them our matching workout fits.” You dragged Kiri to where the phone was propped up, flexing slightly once you were both in frame.

“You look great in red, babe. You should wear it more often.” He giggled slightly as he matched your pose, flexing one of his arms as the other fell onto your waist.

“I should! Guys if you didn’t know, my current boyfriend’s pro hero name is red rio—“ you felt his hand drop from your waist as he took a step back. You broke your stare from the camera to see you 6’1 boyfriend with his head cocked back and a nasty look on his face.

“I am not your current boyfriend, ma’am.” He retaliated rather quickly. “Better change whatever the heck you just said, I’m not afraid to change today’s workout to upper body.” He crossed his arms around his chest.

“What? Eji, it was a joke! Please don’t, I really don’t want to do arms.” You pouted as he kept his frame turned from you.

“Then take it back.” He ordered. “Please.”

You huffed softly. “Guys, prank failed, my boyfriend hates me and won’t let me have any fun ever.” You fake sobbed.

“Wrong and even wronger.” He got close to the camera, leaving only his face visible in the frame. “Guys I’m not her current boyfriend, I’m her husband—AND I do not hate her, I love her so much that even when she does these cruel jokes, I still buy her whatever snacks she wants.”

You laughed while trying to pull him back from the cameras view.

“We are not married you big baby! Cmon we need to get started on the workout.” You yanked at his arm.

As you were walking towards the squat rack, Kirishima turned to the camera one last time.

“We aren’t married yet.” He whispered so that you couldn’t hear over the Loud ambiance of the gym.

“EJIROU! if you don’t get your ass over here and come spot me I will never let you kiss me again.” You shouted at the red haired boy.

He snapped his head you, jogging over to the rack as well. “yes ma’am!” He couldn’t help the laughter that came with his words as the two of you went about your workout.

—DENKI—

You had planned it hours before, texting denki asking if he’d want to hang out later that day. He texted back almost immediately, telling you to come to his dorm whenever you were ready. With the go ahead, you began your journey to the cluttered room. You barely even got one knock in before he swung open the door with a weird smirk plastered on his face.

“Hey gorgeous, never seen you around here before.” He reached for your hand and grabbed it swiftly, placing a soft kiss on your fingers.

“Hi, I’m looking for my boyfriend, have you seen him?” You asked the yellow haired boy.

“Uhhh, dunno. What’s he look like?” He continued the joke.

“Short, messy hair, probably has some drool running down his chin. You’d know if you saw him, trust me.” His expression immediately dropped as he pulled himself off the doorframe.

“Short?—DROOL? babe I don’t drool, and I’m like almost six foot. Why do you hate me so much?” He mocked offense at the obviously false statements.

“You’re such a dork, I don’t hate you.” You sighed “Are you gonna let me in, or are we gonna sit here and talk about your drooling problems?” You rolled your eyes at him with a smile inching its way onto your lips.

He moved to the side and gestured dramatically for your entrance.

You scoffed at his overly emphasized actions. You then turned back towards him once fully inside the room.

“I’m gonna film a TikTok, mkay?” You told him as you pulled out your phone.

“Huh? What kind? Are you gonna dance—oh that would be so hot.” He rambled as he shut his door, plopping himself onto his messy bed.

“No, you perv, I’m not gonna dance. I’m gonna talk about….” You instantly realized you had no good excuse for making one “…girl stuff.” you said with an almost unsure undertone.

Of course, denki didn’t catch on to that, though.

“Okie dokie, tell me whenever you’re done. There’s this new movie I wanna look at and I’ve heard it’s fire.” He crossed one leg over the other as you grabbed your phone out of your pocket, opening TikTok with a weird smile.

“What’s up guys, sorry for the scenery change! I’m in my current boyfriend’s dorm, so it’s a little messy. But anyways I’m j—“ you were snatched from your place you stood, your phone getting dropped onto the floor almost immediately.

You felt his hands reaching to tickle your sides as you tried to fight him off.

“DENKI—Oh my gosh! Cut it out—“ you fought tirelessly as the blankets tussled underneath your two bodies.

“Nope, say mercy.” He stated matter of factly. You snarked at the boy, unwilling to let your pride get damaged like that.

That was until he grabbed a specifically ticklish part and you began thrashing uncontrollably.

“MERCY—HOLYSHITMERCY!” you cackled.

He sat up in his bed, an innocent expression appearing onto his face.

“Great! Now apologize for calling me your current boyfriend to your TikTok. They are gonna think I’m some cuck loser—“ you smacked his shoulder from where you still laid.

“Denki nobody is gonna think that you freak. It was just a prank.” You let out small huffs of air, still out of breath.

“Ohhhh. Well, prank or not. I’m not current nothin’. You’re stuck with me forever, sorry not sorry pretty girl.” He flopped into you, his body weight crushing you beneath him.

“Ow! You’re too heavy for this!” You pushed at his shoulders while trying to get him off.

“We could so make out right now.” He said as he propped himself onto his elbows while still ontop of you.

“Denki, if you do not get the hell off of me I will kick you straight in the dick.” you ordered harshly.

“Okay, that’s unneeded and unnecessarily aggressive.” He whined.

—SHINSO—

It was a lazy day, as shinso liked to call it. Which, in technical terms, was everyday. But this one was specifically lazy since all you two had been doing was laying in his bed and cuddling. You were playing with his hair for what seemed like an eternity, his soft grunts whenever you’d scratch his scalp egging you on.

Your leg was thrown over his own, his hand resting on your thigh. His other hand was rubbing up and down your back soothingly as you two talked about anything and everything on and off for hours.

Out of the blue you had gotten a sudden urge to start something, but you were unsure of what to say. You looked up at him, his eyes planted on the ceiling as he continued to softly caress you. He truly was a great boyfriend, you thought. Oh shit—boyfriend. You had seen a video on your for you page earlier that day of a girl referring to her partner as her “current boyfriend” and the man had a rather funny reaction. You wondered for a second about how Hitoshi would respond, giggling softly to yourself at the thought.

He broke his gaze from the ceiling and brought it back to you.

“What’s so funny?” He questioned in a sleepy voice.

“Hmm? Nothin’, jus’ thinking about…how cute you are.” You chose to say something different than your actual thoughts, still deciding on whether or not you wanted to go through with the joke.

“…you are such a cornball.” He laughed softly with his deep and velvety voice.

You jokingly pushed on his chest in response. You came to the conclusion that you’d do the prank, but just wouldn’t record it. Instead you’d keep it as a funny memory in your brain between the two of you.

“So I was talking to my friend earlier, and she didn’t know who you were— can you believe that?” You started off a small conversation.

“Mmmm, is that so?” He turned his head back to the ceiling as he let his hand begin to massage your thigh.

“Yeah, and I had to explain to her. I was like, well he’s my current boyfriend—“ you felt his grub tighten ever so slightly.

“No.” Was all he said.

“Huh, what do you mean no?” You questioned, even though you were very aware of why he’d said that.

“I mean no.” He half opened one of his eyes and peered down at you. “You didn’t say that, you know better.”

You let your cheeks heat up slightly. “What are you talking about? You are my current boyfriend.” You tried to explain, but it fell on deaf ears.

“No, I’m not, baby. But you already knew that. This little joke you’re doing is cute though.” he loosened his grip as he revealed that he knew your plan.

“Ugh, how did you know? I can’t ever prank you.” You whined as you shoved your face into his shoulder.

“Course you can’t, I know my girl too well. Now if you don’t mind I’m trying to go to sleep.” He let out another low laugh.

“We’ve been sleeping all day, it’s time to get up.” You groaned in boredom.

“Yeah, absolutely not.” Was all he responded with before flipping the position you two were in, laying him ontop of you. He laughed as you squirmed, trying to break free from his weight.

“Toshi! I can’t move!” You gripped at the already half asleep shinso.

“That’s kinda the whole point, sweetheart.”

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