#there is video of me opening my gift and getting choked up and just stuck on loop going 'oh my god' because like

[pastafossa]

The Glorious TRT Gift

I needed to make this one its own post specifically so I could link it on my TRT masterlist.

One of my highlights of going to the con was finally getting to meet with @wonderlandmind4​, who I’ve been chatting with for ages after bonding over the fic. It was one of those friendships where you finally meet and you feel like you’ve always known each other. There is no awkward period, no ‘um who are you exactly’. Just boom, we’re hugging, we’re chattering, we’re getting kicked out of Panera because we lost track of time while talking and they’re closing, we’re exchanging friendship gifts. And there was one in particular that was very special. If you’ve been around on tumblr, then you may have seen my mentions of her teasing about whatever this TRT gift was. I know she told a couple other people at the con, but when she finally gave it to me, I was just... stunned, and I immediately teared up.

She'd created a funko display of black suit Matt and a custom Funko Jane she'd ordered. It was set above the streets of the Kitchen, complete with beautiful, glittering threads she'd made and attached herself, with the Hell's Kitchen skyline at night as the backdrop.

Jane even has her key necklace, along with her leather jacket! Seriously, the fact that they have not just a red thread, but Matt also has his white thread signifying his love for his city, is just... perfection.

Girl, this is one of the wildest, sweetest, most thoughtful things I've been given and I have repeatedly teared up when proudly showing it to friends and family. My geek friends on my socials are literally losing their minds over it. I literally carried this in the Keanu Jesus tote bag with me every time I left the car on the ride home because I wanted to make sure nothing happened to it. The second I got home, I was rearranging the Matt Murdock shrine so I could set it up front and center. And I've been looking at it and touching it on and off all day, just stunned that someone loved TRT enough to make it. It is absolutely perfect and I love it so, so much. Thank you, thank you, thank you. 😭

[ragingbookdragon]

A Heart That's Been Broken Is A Heart That's Been Loved

Bruce Wayne x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 1.1K Warnings: Angst

Author's Note: I saw a video of a young man at his wedding listening to the heart of his deceased brother still beating in the woman's chest who received it. This idea sprung from it. -Thorne

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She paced nervously on the front steps of Wayne Manor, heart leaping up and down her throat as she mentally repeated the conversation in her head. The documents in her purse felt like bricks and she hefted the bag higher onto her shoulder, swallowing her anxiety as the lock flicked and the door opened, revealing an older man, probably late fifties early sixties.

Smiling anxiously, she greeted, “Good morning, sir. How are you doing today?”

He returned her smile with a polite one of his own. “I am doing well this morning, thank you. And you?”

“I’ve seen birds more calm than I am,” she laughed, probably a little too hard, and stuck out her hand. “My name is (Y/N) (L/N). I was wondering if I could speak to Mister Wayne? If he’s in?”

The man frowned. “Master Bruce is in the breakfast room with his family at the moment. May I ask your business with him?”

(Y/N) reached into her bag and pulled out the documents, handing them to him. “It involves his mother, Martha Wayne. More importantly the organ transplant she gave some three and a half decades ago.”

He met her gaze and handed the documents back. “Please follow me.”

She nodded and entered the manor, the scent of cinnamon and fresh linen wafting up her nose. Shutting the door behind her, she let the man escort her through the foyer and through the hall into the kitchen where she was met with the sight of Bruce Wayne and all six of his children.

Their forks stopped when the man entered with her and he said, “Master Bruce, this young woman is here to speak with you. Her name is (Y/N) (L/N).”

Bruce wiped his mouth on his napkin and rose to his feet, shaking her hand. “Good morning, Miss (L/N).”

“Oh, please, call me (Y/N),” she smiled.

“(Y/N),” he corrected, matching her expression. “Alfred doesn’t usually let people into the manor, so I’m assuming you’ve something important to speak to me about?”

She nodded, clearing her throat when she felt the weight of the children’s stares. “Um, yes, Mister Wayne.” Reaching back into her purse, she pulled out the documents once more, but held them in her hands. “I don’t know how to say this lightly and I wish I did, but I felt like you should know.”

She handed them over, watching as he took them with a confused look and started reading. “Thirty-six years ago, your mother Martha Wayne donated her organs after she perished.” (Y/N) reached up, unbuttoning the first few buttons of her shirt, a healed scar peaking through the top of her bra. “Thirty-six years ago, I was severely wounded in a home robbery at nine. I received your mother’s heart.”

Bruce’s hands started to shake around the paper, and she murmured, “I’ve spent a long time trying to get the documentation, so I could come here and show you.” (Y/N) stuck her hand into her purse and pulled out a stethoscope. “Would you like to listen?”

He nodded, swallowing thickly, not trusting his words to accept for him and she handed it over, watching as he put it in his ears then lifted the chest-piece to the center of her chest; she didn’t dare make a sound as she breathed and his eyes suddenly went wide, filling with tears, then snapped shut and he brought a hand up to his face, covering his eyes.

(Y/N) felt tears of her own grow in her vision and she grasped his shoulders, squeezing them as tightly as she could, whispering, “I know your parents dying was traumatic, but your mother gave me life again. I’m alive because of Martha Wayne.”

“I never thought I’d hear mother’s heartbeat again,” he cried softly and wiped his eyes, though the tears kept coming; he sniffed harshly as he looked at her, a wobbly smile coming over his lips. “Thank you,” he breathed, a choked laugh escaping him, and he couldn’t help but shift the chest-piece, placing his palm right beside it.

She felt her heart rate pick up, thumping strongly against his hand and the two of them smiled at one another, tears running down their cheeks. “Of course,” she replied. “You have every right to hear her heart again.”

Bruce’s jaw clenched slightly as he tried to keep more tears at bay, and he shook his head. “It’s your heart. It’s both your hearts.” His thumb brushed tentatively over the scar. “I never knew mother’s organs had been donated…I’m glad they were. It’s what she would’ve wanted.”

“She and your father saved many lives with their donations,” (Y/N) replied. “I’m sure you could find out who, but I know they were the saviors of many.”

She watched Bruce remove his hand and the stethoscope, pulling out the earpieces; he wrapped it up and handed it back to her, along with the documents and she returned them to her purse, finally wiping her face.

“Thank you for letting me come here, Mister Wayne,” she said. “Thank you for giving me your time.”

He shook his head. “I’m the one who should be thanking you. You’ve given me a great gift.” When she looked at him curiously, he murmured, “My mother lives on. Her heart beats strongly in another woman just as beautiful and wonderful as she was.”

(Y/N) felt her cheeks warm and she replied, “I hope I do her justice like you’ve said.” She reached out, intent to shake his hand, but Bruce pulled her into a strong hug; a smile crossed her lips, and she wrapped her arms around his middle, squeezing him tightly, whispering, “If you ever want to listen again. You can find me at Gotham University English Department. You’re welcome anytime.”

Bruce pulled away, hands still on her shoulders. “I might take you up on that offer.”

She smiled, eyes still a bit damp, and glanced at his children, some of whom had shed tears, and some had unshed tears in their eyes; she nodded at them, waving at a particular one. “Good morning, Timothy.”

He weakly waved, cheeks tear-stained. “Morning Professor (L/N).”

Smiling at them, she hugged Bruce once more and turned, heading for the door, though she briefly paused and faced the family once more. “There is no love like that of a mother’s. Whose love is everlasting, even after she has long been reclaimed by the earth. She exists in all she created, in all she touched. We are never without her, for she is ever with us.”

(Y/N) tipped her head, “Have a wonderful day,” and left.

[curlynerd]

What He Wants

Happy gift posting day for @starrynightdeancas gift exchange! My gift recipient is @bipridedean! She requested a Destiel, canon-adjacent fic, so here it is! I hope you like it! <3

Word Count: 2.6K Rating: G Summary: 5 times Dean said "I do" and 1 time he didn’t. Notes: Post canon, fix-it fic, oneshot, love confessions, Destiel wedding

Also read it on AO3!

1.

The first time it happens Sam is the only one to hear it. They’re alone in the bunker, surrounded by months and months of tireless research. But finally, finally, Dean thinks they’ve discovered how to get into the Empty.

Dean wants to push through the night and get a portal up and running as soon as possible. Sam insists they both go to bed, pleading with Dean that he won’t be able to concentrate on the spellwork to maintain it without at least a few hours of sleep.

Dean spends most of the night staring at the ceiling, thoughts racing through his head at a hundred miles an hour. This time tomorrow, he could have Cas back. This time tomorrow he can--Dean is almost afraid to think it, afraid that giving form to what he wants will somehow curse it and stop it from ever coming true. After all, the thing he wanted most before this was for Cas to love him back, and that didn’t exactly end rosy.

Still, as Dean finally closes his eyes, he allows himself a small, private wish. He hopes this will be the last time he falls asleep alone.

The next morning, they’re both expecting some sort of bump in the road, some rare ingredient or some missing incantation that will set them back even longer, keep Dean from seeing Cas again for God knows how long. But fortune is on their side, and Sam executes the spell flawlessly.

Dean is armed to the teeth with every weapon and protection spell they could collect on short notice. His plan for finding Cas and dragging him back home sits clearly at the front of his mind. His heart pounds in his ears, fast but steady and strong.

“You know, if this doesn’t work, you could get stuck there. I might not be able to open a new portal.” Sam looks at the pulsating mass of black that serves as the portal to the Empty. Worry is etched deeply into his forehead. “Do you really want to do this?”

Dean thinks of Cas’ face, the way he had smiled as he said he loved him. He thinks of how he was so close to having the one thing he really wanted. How Cas had wanted the same.

There’s no peace in loneliness.

Dean tightens his grip on his angel blade, his jaw set, his eyes determined. He’s ready to get his angel back. “Yeah. I do.”

2.

The second time it happens, it takes Cas by surprise. It’s been a week since Dean heroically pulled the love of his life from the Empty...and also since Dean lost all remaining courage. He choked. His unspoken response to Cas’ confession is a taut tension wire between them, keeping them inches apart, words suffocating in their tightly sealed mouths, both terrified to say anything and risk breaking something that can’t be mended.

Dean hates himself for it. It’s cowardice is what it is. It’s a lifetime of desperately fighting against the things that make him vulnerable. Against wanting things. Against believing anyone could love him. Even with Cas’ confession still crystal clear in his memories, Dean doubts.

He is deep into those self-deprecating thoughts when he finds Cas in the garage, struggling to figure out how to change a flat tire on his truck from a Youtube video.

“Cas? What’re you doing?”

Cas startles and immediately hunches his shoulders in guilt. He wasn’t expecting to be caught. “Dean.” He looks down at the lug wrench in his hand, and Dean can see the wheels spinning in his head, trying to concoct a cover story before he shrugs and gives up the truth. “I was trying to fix the truck.”

“You need to go somewhere? Cuz I can just drive you.” Dean’s heart pounds, his mouth going dry. Cas wouldn’t need to sneak around for a little errand.

Cas shakes his head and confirms Dean’s fears. “I wanted to have it ready. In case I needed to leave.”

“Leave?” Dean repeats, and his blood goes cold.

Cas deflates a little, resigned and sad. “I assume I’ll need to soon.”

“You can’t leave!” ‘Tell him!’ screams in Dean’s mind, but he can’t. He can’t. What if he’s wrong? What if Cas doesn’t love him like that? What if Cas doesn’t love him at all anymore? What if Dean screwed it up by staying silent and Cas realized he deserves to be with someone who can provide a simple answer to “I love you?” What if--

“I don’t want to,” Cas says softly. The pain is evident in his eyes as they flicker to his truck, like he expects to need to book it out of here at any moment. “But I wasn’t sure if you wanted me here after--” He cuts himself off and shakes his head. “I don’t want to overstay my welcome,” he amends.

“Cas, this is your home, same as me and Sam.” Cas doesn’t look so convinced. “C’mon man, you really think we don’t want you around?” Dean leans against the side of Cas’ truck to ground himself. “Cas, I want you here.” ‘I want more than that,’ he thinks, and it would be so easy to say what he really needs to say, but he can’t. He fights viciously with his own self-esteem, ripping at it, begging it to let him say more. “Please don’t leave,” he says, small and helpless, and it’s like moving a mountain to say that much.

Cas’ expression softens into longing. His hand clenches at his side, like he’s fighting the urge to reach out to Dean, but he smiles a soft, incredulous smile. “I can stay? You really mean it?”

Dean swallows thickly. A hundred words crowd his throat, fighting to get out, but his own fears win this round and keep them down. Instead all he can manage is a choked, “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

3.

The third time it happens, it takes them both by surprise. They’d gone on a hunt, just the two of them while Sam was visiting Eileen, and everything had gone sideways. What they thought was just a troublemaking demon turned out to be an extremely powerful witch, one with more than enough experience in Enochian magic to put Cas in serious danger. And of course Cas was reckless in his desire to protect Dean, and only managed to avoid getting killed by quick thinking and, to be honest, a helluva lot of luck.

The fight left Cas injured, and Dean pissed. “What the hell were you thinking!” he scolds at the end of a cold, silent drive back to the bunker.

“I did what I needed,” Cas shoots back with a steely glare.

“No, you didn’t need to go rushing in like that!” Dean’s worry leeches out as anger, the fear of losing Cas yet again clouding his reasoning that Dean himself would have died without Cas’ quick action. “You could have gotten a lot more hurt!”

“Why does it even matter to you?” Cas yells back, and it’s the note of hysterical bitterness darkening his words that makes Dean snap and say what he’s been hiding for far too long.

“Because I love you, you stubborn ass!”

The words freeze in the air between them, sharp and strong, wedging themself right where Dean’s anger was just a moment ago.

“You...love me?” Cas asks, his voice small, his eyes big.

And like that, Dean’s fears seem so foolish. Cas loves him. Cas died because just admitting he loves him was the happiest moment of his life. Cas has already done the hardest, scariest part for him. Dean doesn’t even have to fear Cas not feeling the same.

Silently, Dean takes a single step forward. Cas is frozen on the spot, staring at him like he doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He takes another step, and another, until he’s close enough to reach out and tug Cas into an embrace.

“Of course,” Dean breathes. He holds Cas close, tucking his chin over his shoulder and squeezing tight, like he never wants to let go. He doesn’t ever want to let go. Cas is slower to react, but when his arms finally wind around Dean, he breathes out a soft, sobbing gasp and clings to Dean. Dean turns his head to bury his nose in Cas’ hair. “Of course I do.”

4.

The fourth time it happens, Cas doesn’t even hear it. Cas found out about a nearby crafts fair, and all it took was one particularly soulful look from those big blue eyes of his, and Dean was driving them a full hour and a half away to look at homemade pottery and local honey and overpriced tacky mesh wreaths and pretending that the entire atmosphere of the place wasn’t giving him hives.

Cas is having a blast. Dean is carrying bags and lurking in the shadiest spots he can find away from the summer heat while Cas browses. Cas is having an animated conversation about beekeeping with a honey merchant when Dean ducks into a large tent filled with the kind of flowy, bedazzled, polyester shirts he thinks of as “PTA Chic” because they also happen to have a large fan blowing.

“Lookin’ for something in particular, sugar?” The tent owner saunters over to Dean, her Southern accent thick and her top scandalously low. She’s stunningly pretty, and Dean’s eyes and smile light up out of a lifetime of habit. She responds in kind, dragging her eyes down, then back up Dean’s body. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were lookin’ for more than clothes.”

Dean chuckles and flashes her his best charming, but chagrined smile. He feels a little guilty for leading her on, and he doesn’t want to hurt her feelings. “Oh sweetheart, if I were single, I’d gladly take you up on that offer, but I’ve already got my special someone.” Dean nods to the honey booth next door.

Her eyes trail over to where Dean gestured, and for a split second her brow furrows in confusion before she laughs just a little, more incredulous than cruel. “You really want someone like that over me?”

Dean looks over at Cas. And, yeah, Dean gets the question. He’s a grown-ass man wearing cargo shorts, carrying a canvas bag with the most obnoxious sunglasses-wearing beach ball Dean has ever seen, and his hair looks like it's been electrocuted. Dean grins, feeling a rush of fondness for his dorky, criminally unfashionable angel.

“Yeah,” he says softly, without an ounce of hesitation. There’s no one else in the world for him but Cas. “Yeah, I do.”

5.

The fifth time Dean says it, Cas is the only other person around for miles. He drags Cas out of bed bright and early one Saturday, forcing him into the car before he’s even fully finished his coffee. Cas allows it, only because he can tell Dean is positively vibrating with nervous energy. Dean brushes off all of his prying questions during the long drive until they finally arrive at a small, peaceful meadow in the middle of nowhere.

He’s packed a lunch, because ostensibly this outing is meant to be a picnic, even though Cas is suspicious on that fact alone. Dean never picnics. It doesn’t really matter though, because Dean is too nervous to even consider eating.

“So why are we really here?” Cas asks after a few minutes of nibbling at his chips. Dean’s sandwich lays untouched on the blanket.

Dean steels his nerve and takes a deep breath. “Do you know where this is?” he asks, fighting the jittery bouncing of his heartbeat to keep his voice steady.

Cas nods. “This is where I returned when Jack resurrected me.” He looks around, smiling down at the flowers surrounding the two of them. The windmill behind him creaks softly in the wind.

“And where I spread your ashes.” Dean’s fidgeting fingers find a frayed edge on the blanket, and he starts picking at it.

Cas nods again and remains silent, patiently waiting for Dean to find the rest of his words.

“And it’s…” Dean pulls a thread out of the blanket and lets it fly away in the wind. “This is where I realized I love you. I’m an idiot who didn’t even realize how much I loved you until after you were gone.”

Cas leans forward and rests his hand on Dean’s knee, warm and reassuring. Dean continues, “At the time I’d thought, ‘I can’t do this. I don’t want to live without him.’ Which was stupid because you were already dead. It didn’t matter what I wanted.”

Cas squeezes his knee. His eyes are gentle. “We’re both okay now.”

Dean’s heart warms. “Yeah. We are. But you know I...That feeling’s never gone away. You and me? I want us to be forever.” Dean reaches into his pocket. There’s no small velvet box, no shimmering diamonds, just a thick band of practical silver he found at a pawn shop. He looks down at the ring with a tender smile. “Man, never in a million years did I think I’d ever be doing this,” he marvels, and when he looks up, Cas’ eyes are wide with surprise.

“Dean?” His normally steady voice wavers.

Dean reaches for Cas’ face, his thumb gently stroking across his cheek. He holds up the ring. “What do you say, Cas? Wanna go legit about this?”

Cas’ expression is impossibly soft, eyes overflowing with love and devotion. He swallows thickly around a lump in his throat and takes the ring from Dean. He slides it onto his finger and stares at it like it’s his own personal miracle.

“You’re serious, Dean? You really want to get married?”

Dean smiles as he leans in close. Just before he kisses his new fiance, he whispers, “Of course I do.”

6.

The sun is setting, casting long shadows down the sand. The shifting winds coming from the sea carry a chill, making the little crowd gathered around them draw their jackets close and huddle together, but the smiles on their faces are nothing but warm. There’s no altar. No stage. No decorations. Just Cas and Dean, standing in front of the ocean, wearing their favorite flannels and jeans, two bright yellow black-eyed susans pinned to their shirts--stolen right out of someone’s garden on their way to the beach.

They didn’t even bother trying to put out chairs for the ceremony, not knowing how many of their friends and family would be able to make the long drive to see Dean get hitched to his angel, but in the end it’s a good thing, because damn near everyone came, and they need to crowd in close to hear them over the wind.

It’s completely and utterly perfect.

Dean grins, unable to take his eyes off Cas while Donna, the only member of his overly-emotional family he trusts not to bawl her eyes out through the ceremony, finishes the last of their vows.

“Do you, Castiel, take Dean Winchester to be your, well, not so lawfully wedded husband?”

There’s a twitter of laughter from the crowd. Cas smiles a sweet, crooked smile and squeezes Dean’s hand. “I do.” His voice is soft, meant for Dean’s ears only, because Dean is the only one his promise matters to.

“And do you, Dean Winchester, FBI’s Most Wanted, thrice dead criminal, and the terribly generous gentleman who will surely be covering our drinks on this celebratory evening, take Castiel to be your husband?”

Dean looks at Cas. Even in the dim light of the setting sun, his eyes are impossibly blue. His smile is so warm Dean knows he’ll never feel cold again, so long as he can see it every day. Dean beams back and proclaims loud enough for everyone on the beach to hear, “Oh hell yes!”

[30secondstoanime]

The Birthday Present

pairing: Pro!Hero Midoriya x Fem!Reader

genre/warnings: Reader Insert, Birthday Sex

Kinky Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Gets Out of His Comfort Zone, That's Not How You're Supposed to Use Your Quirk, Porn With Plot, praise kink?, very smutty, Rough Sex, role-playing, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Teasing, Light Bondage, Light Masochism, Light Choking, Doggy Style, Fluff and Smut, after sex cuddles

word count: 7,467

→ summary: Your birthday is around the corner. What better gift than your boyfriend, the #1 Hero Deku, finally giving you what you want the way you want it: rough and kinky. But first plot!

a/n: Sorry about the crap summary and title, I'm working on that lol. So this is my first fic for the bnha fandom and first attempt at writing very explicit sex scenes and venturing into kinks/BDSM, so please be kind, but also I’d love feedback! This was supposed to be a cute four-page oneshot but turned into a sixteen-page, 7k+ word behemoth, hence the self-indulgent tag ‘cause I couldn't stop writing. I hope you enjoy the fruits of my labor ;)

In a few days, you’ll be turning twenty-four. Your birthday has always been an odd day you think for someone with your quirk because age really was just a number. That’s not to say you weren’t planning to do something fun, at least if you could figure out what you’d like to do. Okay, so that was a lie. You knew exactly what or should you say who you wanted to do and that it involved getting your back blown out. As soon as the thought pops into your head, your epiglottis forgets its job, and you choke on the sip of UCC coffee, you had tried to swallow. You cough to clear your airway, gasping when air finally expands your lungs. You tap your pen nervously against your desk, eyes scanning the other pro heroes’ faces in your agency. It seems your sudden outburst hadn’t disrupted the comfortable silence of the natural lull of the workday. A beep from your hero pager pulls your attention away from people watching in the office. Coordinates flash in five consecutive seconds before the transmission ends. You stand grabbing your toolbelt and strapping it across your hips; you make your way to the front. As you near the exit, you hear your hero name being called. You turn and see Yaomomo briskly walking towards you.

“Hey Creati, you got the page too?”

“I did, sounds like they’ve made a bit of a mess of things.” You scoff good-naturedly.

“When do they ever not. Were they really like this during your time at U.A.?” She giggles and nods her head. You wonder if you’ll ever stop cleaning up after the nation’s top three heroes.

“Better get going then, we both know they share a singular brain cell, so there’s no telling how much time we have to fix things.”

“Atomic!” You laugh at Yaomomo’s weak attempt to scold you — the amusement in her black eyes softens the tone.

              −−−−−−−−−−−−−−−−

“Oh my.”

You blow out a low whistle. Ice and scorch marks are scattered across the street and surrounding buildings. Explosive ash is still gently falling from the sky, and black tendrils are haphazardly keeping electric poles, exposed building foundation, and an abundance of wrecked vehicles from collapsing.

“Creati, check the building foundations. Create new beams and weld them together if necessary. I’ll get started on the pole, we can’t have a live electric wire falling.” She nods, and you split off. The work is slow and arduous, but the orderly nature of reorganizing and coaxing atomic particles back into place helps the time pass quickly. You’ve just finished rearranging the anatomical structure of a car hanging from a, thankfully, undamaged light pole, so that it falls to the ground weightlessly. You touch the damaged side, pull it back together, and return the car to its original density. You give the car a quick tap with the toe of your foot to test the structural integrity, satisfied you step back taking in your handiwork. What had a few hours ago looked like a DEFCON 3 military mission gone awry is now back to looking like an ordinary Japanese street. Well, as normal as you and Yaomomo could reconstruct — you weren’t miracle workers, and Ground Zero’s explosive residue was hard to get rid of. Instead, the way it collected and hung in the atmosphere made it difficult for your quirk to erase without condensing the air. That was out of the question unless you wanted to suffocate Yaomomo. Which you didn’t, so the employees of these buildings would be dealing with the smell for at least a week. Sighing, you tuck your hands in your pockets and make your way over to Creati. Her welding mask obscures her face, but you know it’s in deep concentration. After she cuts the torch and pushes the protective gear up, she gives you a smile.

“All done?”

“Just about.”

“I’ll page H.Q. Might even lodge a formal complaint against those three bird brains while I’m at it.”

“(Y/N), you can’t be serious.” She shoots you an incredulous look.

“They make this huge ass mess and don’t even bother to wait for us to arrive before dipping. Total dick move.”

“Ah-huh.” You don’t like the teasing note in her voice.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing.” You cross your arms defensively.

“Spit it out, Yaoyorozu.”

“You sure your foul attitude has nothing to do with not seeing Deku?” You roll your eyes.

“I’ll see him at home like I do every day. So no, I’m not upset about not seeing him.”

“If you say so.” She gives you a look, and you let out an exasperated puff of air.

“You cannot still be stuck on that!”

“Hmm? What do you mean?” She bats her eyes at you innocently while creating a duffle bag to transport the welding equipment.

“That God awful theory you and Ashido have about me having a hero kink for Izuku." You begin to walk side by side back to the agency. You hand her an energy bar from your utility belt.

“I mean, you do get very flushed whenever you see him on patrol. Like, if it were a hentai video, you’d definitely be drooling with your tongue lolling out of your mouth.”

“Ugh!” You shove her with your shoulder. “That is so gross.” Both of you laugh, and after a small lapse into silence, you give.

“Okay fine. I might get instahorny whenever I see Izuku in costume, but I can’t help it. He just looks so good, and it’s heightened because I know what he looks like out of costume, and then all I want to do is jump his bones, but of course, I don’t because propriety. So I’m left with all this pent up sexual frustration!”

“So, are you going to ever mention this to him? Your birthday is in a few days and if I may be so bold —”

“It’s never stopped you.” You mumble under your breath with a smile.

“I’d suggest you request it be your birthday present.”

“Pfft. Yaomomo, we’ve been together almost a year and a half, and while our sex life is fucking phenomenal, I’m talking multiple orgasms almost every time, amazing — it’s been very strictly vanilla. Not from any lack of trying on my end, but every time I’ve tried to spice things up, he gets as close as humanly possible to spontaneous combustion. Don’t even get me started on the one time I tried to get him to choke me while I —”

“(Y/N)! Stop, goodness, I do not need the play by play of your and Izuku’s sex life. I just,” she massages her temples, “wanted to make a suggestion. While I’m relieved you feel so secure in our friendship to be so open, please remember I went to high school with him. He’s like a little brother.”

“Oh, Yaomomo, there’s nothing little about him.” Her face pales, and you can’t stifle your cackle. It quickly becomes a full-blown laugh that rattles through your body.

“I went a little too far with that last comment, gomen. On a serious note, though, how would I even go about asking him? ‘Hey babe, it’s my birthday so I want you to fuck me until my knees are jello while in your hero costume because it gets me all hot and bothered oh and since I’m risking it all I’d love it if you tied me up and maybe choked me too.’”

You glance over your shoulder, a look of profound regret is plastered over Yaomomo’s face. You give her an impish grin.

“Doesn’t quite roll off the tongue does it.”

“Oh (Y/N).” Your friend shakes her head. When you finally turn the corner onto the street, your hero agency is housed, you catch sight of a mop of green hair. You pick up your pace, a mischievous grin on your face. Using your quirk, you redistribute your mass, so your footfall’s noise against the pavement is silenced. Izuku is talking with someone, his back turned to you. The goods were on display. When he’s in reach, you stretch out your arms, hands cupping his butt you feel him stiffen as you whisper against his ear.

“You’re under arrest for transporting illegal buns of steel.” You watch the blush creep up from his neck before capturing his entire face. He turns his neck, trying to get a good look at you.

“Wh-what!” You begrudgingly let go of his ass, and he turns his body to face you, his freckles standing out against the pink hue of his flustered expression.

“Sorry hun, I don’t make the rules.” You shrug your shoulders.

“I- I, (Y/N) that’s not even a legal penal code! A-and there’s no way I could transport enough steel on my person to warrant a body search.”

“Ooh Deku,” you loosen up the state of your atoms, allowing them to vibrate in mock arousal, “I love it when you talk legal code at me. Repeat it: penal.”

He flounders for a reply, mouth agape at a total loss for words. You giggle at his expression, a total deer in headlights. The person he’d been talking to finally makes themselves known.

“Atomic, you’re still teasing the living soul out of Deku per usual. Glad to know things haven’t changed ‘round here.” His shark tooth smile pulls an equally toothy smile from you.

“Eijiro! When did you get back? I’ve missed you.” You rush to the redhead, and he reciprocates your hug, holding you tight.

“Man, I’ve missed you too (Y/N). The States were cool, but there’s no manlier place than home sweet home.” You pull back and take him in. He looks the exact same if not a little bit more tanned.

“Damn straight.” Yaoyorozu arrives at the end of your reunion. Her excitement at seeing her old friend is nearly palatable. They catch up enthusiastically, and you saddle up next to your boyfriend, who’s finally gotten his blush under control.

“Hey, babe.” You give his cheek a chaste kiss, and he smiles.

“Hey, love,” Izuku gives your hand a squeeze, “How was your day?”

“It was pretty run of the mill except for the utter shitstorm Yaomomo and I had to clean up in Minato City.” You glance down and watch his feet shuffle from side to side.

“Huh, sounds pretty epic.”

“Not the first, second, or even the third word I’d use, but we’re all entitled to our opinions. And don’t you try acting coy with me, Izuku! That blonde ticking time grenade, the confused weather pattern, and your quirk were all over that place.” Izuku gulps.

“I expended a lot of energy cleaning up after you and your friends baka. As compensation, you’ve gotta cook me curry rice. Deal?”

He kisses your cheek in assent.

“Great!” You beam. “I’m gonna go change, be back in fifteen.” You disappear through the agency’s massive double doors. Yaomomo watches until you’re out of view before she walks over to Midoriya.

“So about (Y/N) ’s birthday . . .”

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When you come out, you find a peculiar scene waiting for you. Yaoyorozu has crafted a fan for, you presume, Izuku, who is so red you could almost see the light refraction from his face’s heat and sweating by what looks like the gallon. Eijiro is by his side, trying to calm him down. You heighten the sensitivity of your cochlea to pick up the tail end of their conversation.

“It’ll be super manly, dude!”

“Bu-but I’ve never . . .” Your boyfriend seems tongue-tied.

“You’ve definitely got it in you,” Eijiro slaps Izuku on the back, “Plus Ultra!”

Izuku echoes Eijiro, but you can tell his heart isn’t in it.

You return to your average level of hearing and walk up to the trio.

“Everything good?” They all look at you with expressions that clearly scream, ‘No, everything is not good dumbass.’

“Riiight, foolish question. Izuku, babe, do you need me to help you?” He squeaks, and that stops you dead in your tracks. The last time he had squeaked in your presence was when he’d asked you out on your first date, and you think it was mostly because you had bluntly told him you had every intention of having sex with him if not after your first then for sure after your second date. He didn’t even squawk when you made good on your declaration, and you had been positive he was going to. Your assurance cost you a ¥2,000 bet with Ochako and Shoto. Whatever had transpired while you were changing had him spooked.

You crouch down and gently take his face between your hands. His cheeks are unnaturally warm. Closing your eyes, you reach out with your quirk to scan his vitals. What the actual fuck? Izuku’s pregenual anterior cingulate cortex is enormous. Your boyfriend is next level embarrassed. His heart rate is in the 200bpm range, which should have been impossible because it only ever got that high when he was exercising, and you were quite familiar with getting it there.

You’re honestly shocked his heart hasn’t started to palpitate with the sky-high levels of cortisol in his blood and high heart rate. Taking a deep breath, you begin to gently persuade the firing neurons near his PACC to chill, its size slowly decreases. You travel down to his hypothalamus and rearrange some of its chemical balance, so it stops producing corticotropin-releasing hormone, creating a negative feedback loop that would lead to his body to drop its cortisol production. You vasoconstrict a handful of the blood vessels in his face for good measure, hoping to cool it down. Your eyes flutter open, and the ruddiness is gone, and his cheeks feel cool against your palms. He gives you a weak smile and gosh that smile, these freckles, those lively emerald eyes. You lean your forehead against his, taking a moment to collect yourself. You kiss the tip of his nose before pulling yourself up, stretching once you’re fully upright.

“Well damn, I’m starving now. I know I said you had to cook for me, but I don’t think I’ll last. What do you say, Number 1. Hero, care to take me out to eat?”

Izuku gets to his feet, with a bit of help from Eijiro, who keeps a hand wrapped around his waist to keep him from stumbling.

“Yeah, of course, love. Just tell me where you want to eat.”

You grin in delight. Before making a decision, you turn to your two other companions. You’re not sure when Yaomomo had time to change, but she’s no longer in her hero costume.

“Would y’all like to join us? Izuku’s treat.” Your cinnamon roll’s protest is drowned out by their loud acceptance.

“I mean, if my bro is gonna treat us, then how could I say no?”

“How gracious Izuku, I’d love to share a meal with everyone.”

“Let’s get going then!” You grab Izuku’s hand and turn around, heading in the direction of the train stop. The walk will give you time to decide where you want to eat.

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“Hold on one sec, almost got it.” You pace next to Izuku; the pressure on your bladder almost debilitating. At the click of your front door unlocking and seeing Izuku push it open, you rush through over the threshold. You kick the heels off your feet, your slippers abandoned at the entryway as you make a break for the bathroom. You can’t get your underwear off quick enough. The relief is almost pleasurable. You’d forgotten what it felt like to pee while exceedingly inebriated. Typically when you go out drinking, you elevate your liver’s production of alcohol dehydrogenase so you can avoid getting drunk, but tonight was your birthday celebration, and you wanted to get shitfaced, so you dialed it back. Now that you’re home and not interested in a hangover, you make the necessary adjustments to your liver. The night out had been a pleasant surprise. More people had shown up than you’d been led to believe would, most importantly, your younger siblings had stopped by — you hadn’t seen them since moving to Musutafu to pursue your hero career. You finish reminiscing over the night’s events. Quickly wiping, you flush the toilet and wash your hands. When you open the door, you find your slippers are there waiting. He was a total sweetheart.

You slide your sore feet in and sigh at the fluffiness. You make your way to your bedroom, surprised to find it empty. Where had Izuku gone? You take off your earrings, dropping them into your jewelry box. Making your way to the main bathroom connected to your room, you’ve just finished wiping away your makeup when you hear the door open. You walk to the bathroom door to peek and gasp as soon as you spot the figure closing the door behind them. Now you’d be the first to admit you are a horny bitch, but never have you felt your pussy throb with such a deep longing the way it was throbbing now. You stand still dumbfounded at seeing Izuku in his hero costume in your bedroom.

“Babe?” You try to suppress the quiver in your voice.

“Ma’am,” He tilts his head in greeting, “I got reports of a villain in the vicinity. I’m Deku, and I’m here to take care of you.”

Why the fuck did he just introduce himself? And a villain? You reach out with your quirk but don’t feel an unknown presence nearby. You start to walk towards him but stop at the foot of your bed. He meets you there, and you don’t know what to expect, but it definitely was not him pushing you onto your back. You fall with a muffled thud against the comforter. You stare up at him at a complete loss. You then become hyper-aware of what you’re wearing. The sparkling strappy mini dress leaves little to the imagination, and you’re positive that from his angle, Izuku can see your panties and the growing evidence of your arousal.

“Apologies, ma’am, but I’ll be using my quirk to restrain you as a precautionary measure.” Your mouth goes dry as you watch Blackwhip manifest wrapping around your wrists, pulling your arms above your head, and adhering to your shared bed’s headboard. You have to scoot yourself back a few inches to ease the tension in your shoulders. Holy shit. He just tied you up. This whole time he’s been standing at the end of the bed taking you in. You know your face is flushed, and you can feel your nipples brushing against the material of your dress now that you’re so turned on. Izuku’s hands come into view, and that somehow gets your mouth to work again.

“What are you going to do?” You arch an eyebrow and part your lips to let your tongue dart out and wet them. Fuck Yaomomo wasn’t off the mark with her comment.

“I’ll need to do a full-body search to ensure you’re not concealing anything illegal on your person.” You don’t have time to respond before his gloved hands caress down your pinned arms, across where your neck and shoulders meet. Leaving goosebumps in their wake. He cups your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples. You groan as the sensation travels down, pooling between your legs. He moves down your sides, slowly over your exposed thighs sticking strictly to the outside of your legs until he reaches mid-calf. You feel his hands move, and suddenly their inching closer to your aching cunt. Using his right hand Izuku runs a finger teasingly up between your clothed slit and your hips give an involuntary buck. He removes his finger and tuts at you, that pisses you off.

“What the fuck Izu —” You stop yourself when you see another tendril of black materialize near your face.

“Don’t make me gag you. My name is Deku, and you will address me as Deku-sama.” There’s a finality in his tone that leaves no room for argument. You’re torn between being really fucking aroused and very vexed at this role reversal. You’d always been on top, literally and figuratively, and now here he was, your cinnamon roll, threatening to gag you and not even blushing about it. He takes your silence as understanding and begins to hike up the bottom of your dress. With your midriff exposed, he finally settles between your legs, his toned abdomen flush against you. He places an open-mouthed kiss just above your belly button, his tongue flicks out to taste your skin. Izuku’s lips continue to roam over every inch of your exposed abdomen, sucking and biting. He’s going to leave love marks all over your stomach, you’re sure. His hands travel up under your dress, coming to rest just below your breasts. You feel the flat of his tongue working its way towards his hands. When you can feel his breath tickling you already hard nipples, he pulls his face away. You squirm and pull against your restraint — you feel them tighten.

“What is it you want, villain?” Fuuuck. The word falls from his lips wrapped in sinful promise sending another steady pulse of need through your body. Your nervous system was on fire.

“I want you to touch me.” You try to taper down the pleading in your voice, but the mildly amused expression on Izuku’s face says you failed.

“Like this?” His hand runs down your neck, over your dress and through the valley of your cleavage, past your naval stopping at the band of your panties. It dawns on you that he was teasing you.

“Or like this?” You’re not sure when his gloves came off or how he managed it, but one second you’re covered by the flimsy dress material next, the straps keeping it up are torn, and the dress pulled down. You hiss at the shock of the sudden temperature change, but quickly warm up as calloused fingers massage your breasts. A greedy moan is the only answer you can manage as you arch your back into his touch. He leans closer, breath warm against your neck, and moves a hand down to grip your ass,

“Let’s see if these are illegal buns of steel.” Even with how incredibly husky his voice is, you almost laugh at his remark’s absolute absurdity. Still, having maybe foreseen your reaction Izuku wraps one of your nipples between his lips before you can utter a sound.

“Deku-sama.” You inhale sharply coming completely unwound as his tongue flicks and swirls. His mouth sucks and pulls playfully. When his teeth graze your nipple, you contemplate making your hands boneless to escape the restraints just so you could tangle your hands in his hair; even with the undercut, you knew you could make him moan. The idea is quickly dashed as Izuku releases your now overly sensitive bud with a resounding pop that sends the ache in your pussy into a frenzy. Good god , he hasn’t even gotten inside of you yet. He treats your other nipple with much the same attention. However, this time, he lets his teeth give it a gentle nibble, and the shock of the feeling causes your skin to prickle. You feel him grin at your reaction before giving your nipple a farewell lick. He captures your lips, shoving his hips down against your own, as his hands’ ghost over your neck. You hook a leg around his hip, pulling him closer, trying to create as much friction as possible as you roll your hips upward. He lets out a breathy chuckle, as his mouth moves to replace his hands. He kisses up your neck, his breath tickles your ear, and you stutter out a needy whimper.

“Someone’s eager.” You groan in frustration as he pulls back. His hands grab hold of what’s left of your dress, and you help him get you out of it. He runs a finger up your stomach, stopping just below your sternum. The tip of his index finger traces a lazy circle before leaving a trail of goosebumps back down to your hip. The pressure of his finger is replaced by his mouth, biting the flesh of your hip crease hungrily. He kisses his away across to your opposite hip, traces of his kisses wet against your skin. You feel his fingers toying with the lacy hem of your panties before he hooks them in the elastic, pulling them down. You lift your hips as they pass over the curve of your ass, and you wriggle in anticipation. Izuku braces his left forearm against your right thigh, pushing your legs wider. His index finger explores your wet folds, dipping briefly into your slit, before brushing against your swollen clitoris.

“Deku-sama, please .” You don’t care how desperate you sound, the ache in your pussy is becoming unbearable. The slow burn was killing you.

“Since you said, please.” He slips a thick finger inside of you, curling it just so it massages the soft and spongy spot that makes your toes curl and lewd obscenities fall from your parted lips.

“Aah, fuck. Fuck, yes, there, right there. More. Izuku give me more.” A second finger is roughly inserted. You cry out as a jolt of ecstasy consumes every inch of you. He begins to scissor his fingers back and forth, “It’s De-ku sa-ma,” each thrust emphasizing the syllables of his declaration. You rock your hips up, trying to get his fingers deeper because you are close. You can feel the dam getting ready to burst. When his thumb circles your clit, you feel yourself clench around his fingers. He inhales sharply. You bite back a moan as stars begin to dance across your vision. The rhythm of his fingers picks up, and the pressure on your clit begins to be too much.

“You’re about to cum.” It’s not a question, but you manage to pant a yes, and it becomes your undoing. Tongue replaces fingers before you can bemoan feeling empty, hands wrap under your thighs, keeping you exposed when they instinctively try to shut. His fingers dig into soft flesh, and the pain leaves you dizzy for more. He unhooks his left arm from your thigh, again using his forearm to keep your leg down. Two fingers spread you open, and his breath is warm, and you screw your eyes shut because fucking hell, you feel ready to erupt. You feel the warmth of his tongue as it slips inside you and starts to lick around. His nose brushes against your clit as he laps up your wetness. When he takes your clitoris in his mouth, you feel yourself at the edge of a precipice.

“Y-your fin-fingers. Deku-sama.” You frantically tug against your binds as you arch your hips rutting into his face. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You feel yourself drowning in pleasure when his fingers join back in the fray. You’re full, and his tongue is everywhere. Inside you along with his fingers, pressing in all the right places. There’s no room to be embarrassed by your body’s wet sounds as you thrust against his fingers or the sounds he’s eliciting from you — loud, throaty, and gluttonous. He laps up the juices wherever they end up, on your thighs, in your folds, the space between your pussy and ass. At your clit he teases with nibbles, quick flicks of his tongue, and long flat strokes. He was treating you like you were his favorite meal. Coming back for seconds, thirds, fourths. You lose track of time. The air crackles with electricity, Izuku, the electromagnet to your copper coils. It sparks against your skin. Were you doing that? You couldn’t tell, but it didn’t matter because something was building. You feel it in your core, your quirk causing your atoms to buzz in excitement. He lets you hook your legs around his back, locking your ankles. You make a strangled noise when a particularly aggressive thrust combined with the head-splitting euphoria of Izuku’s tongue on your clit brings your Earth stuttering on its axis.

“Oh fuck, oh kami. Shit, Deku-sama!”

You flicker in and out. One second howling Izuku’s name like a prayer to the Gods, hips rolling up to meet his mouth. The next, you find yourself weightless in a void no longer in a corporeal form. What the fuck? It lasts no longer than a second before you return to your body and the sound of him cooing against your aching cunt.

“That’s it, cum villain. Cum for me.” And cum, you do. Waves of fiery ecstasy set your body aflame. You clench your fists and use your legs to pull Izuku’s face further flush against you. When you think you can catch your breath, Izuku surprises you by coaxing you into another smaller orgasm. You don’t know how he did it, but you really can’t complain, you’re feeling blissful as fuck. The bed creaks as he shifts back onto his knees, unwrapping your legs from around him. Blachwip is deactivated, and your arms fall uselessly to your sides. You feel your legs quiver from exertion, and you watch your chest rise in fall sporadically as your breathing levels off. You prop yourself up on your elbow to give Izuku a once over. He’s got a bit of sweat on his forehead, you can see the outline of his erection against the front of his hero costume, and your cum glistens on his nose, mouth, and chin. Not sure how you manage it, with your body feeling so close to putty, but you scoot back, pulling yourself up into a seated position, and rock forward onto your knees so you’re facing him.

You move closer, so your knees brush against his. Now that you’re close enough, you can see how blown his pupils are. They almost wholly eclipse the dark shamrock of his irises. He had it bad for you. You could fix that. You grab his chin between your thumb and forefinger, tilting it down to your lips so you can lick it clean. When your tongue traces the outline of his mouth, a low moan rumbles in the back of his throat. You get his mouth open with a hard nip to his bottom lip. Tasting yourself in his mouth and on his tongue makes you squeeze your thighs together briefly before you let your free hand wander between your legs to stroke your clit and moistening labia. You give the tip of his nose a cutesy peck that almost brings a blush to his freckled face, but he remains in character, so you palm his cock with your damp hand grinning devilishly when he stutters an exhale.

“I want you, hero.”

Izuku’s chuckle is rich, and you can feel it reverberate against where your chests connect. You start to toy with the hair at the nape of his neck, the short buzz of his undercut tickles your fingertips. Sliding your hand up, you finally get to tangle your fist in his hair, your grip tightens, and you pull his head back, exposing his neck. Your tongue darts out to lick a stripe up to just below his earlobe, all the while your hand strokes him into fully hardening.

“I’m not fucking around, Deku.” Your voice is thick and your tone dark, dangerous. He grabs the wrist of the hand that’s between his legs and growls,

“Neither am I villain slut.” You swallow hard at his inflection on the word slut. You’d never been called a slut during sex, and under any other circumstance, you’re sure it wouldn’t have sent a thrill of arousal pulsing from your fingertips down to your toes. He brings the hand up above your head, reaching behind his head to grab your second hand. You give him a feral grin, and his eyes flash before he sends you to your back. You’re about to stretch out your legs when he commands you to flip over onto your hands and knees. You do as you’re told, biting your lip as warmth begins to once again pool between your legs. You wish you could help him out of his costume, but it sounds like your help wasn’t needed. His dick grazes against the back of your thighs. A finger follows the curve of your spine. You arch into the touch and moan when it dips at your hip to tap your clitoris.

“You’re so wet already. You villains really know nothing about bedroom decorum.” He skims a hand over your stomach, stopping to grope and tease your hardened nipples.

“Oh? Keeping a woman in suspense isn’t exactly proper in my book De-ku sa-ma.” You look over your shoulder with a smirk.

“You’re,” he thrust into you without warning, quickly turning the grin on your face into an open-mouthed ‘oh,’ “not,” he pulls out, so the tip of his head just barely touches your cunt, “a woman.” He pushes into you, swearing under his breath as you push your hips back to meet his momentum. A ragged breath escapes your lips as you adjust to him, filling you. Shit, the boy is thick. His nails dig into your hip as he continues to fuck you at a painfully slow pace. Fingers tweak your nipples, and you feel your whole body flush with pleasure. You clutch the bedsheets in two tight fists when he starts to quicken his thrusts. His chest is slick with sweat against your back, his tongue tracing circles into your shoulder. An aggressive stroke sends the head of his cock rubbing up against your G-spot, and you feel your walls squeeze around him.

“Shit, shit, fuck Deku. That’s it. Just keep putting pressure on that spot.” You feel your elbows buckle, and you expect to crash into the bed. Instead, black tendrils wrap around your arms to keep you upright. This is definitely not how Lariat intended Blackwhip’s tendrils to be used. The thought makes you giggle. It seems that this was not a sound Izuku wanted to hear coming from you. He bites down on the spot of your shoulder he’d been suckling, making his displeasure known. You feel him adjust himself behind you, perhaps too quickly, because he slips out of you, and you protest immediately with a loud whine.

“I’ll give you something to whine about.” He thrust back into you, your knees go weak, and your pussy’s stimulation begins to pull the taught rope of your impending orgasm closer to snapping. One of his hands grabs the hair at the base of your neck, tugging with just enough force to tease a guttural mewl from you.

“That’s more like it.” You’re so overstimulated, with the rhythm of his dick coming in and out of you. The attention he’s paying to your clit, you scarcely have the headspace to be shocked by the personality change. Izuku doesn’t release his hold on your hair; instead, he deactivates Blackwhip and uses the grip to guide you, so your back is flush against his chest. You can smell the muskiness of his sweat with him so close. It mingles in the air with the scent of your arousal. Sex, the whole room smelled heavily of your fucking. He brushes a thumb over your bottom lip, pulling it down gently. You open your mouth, taking it in, holding it gently between your teeth, your lips acting as a cushion. You suck on Izuku’s thumb, letting your tongue swirl over the tip treating it how you would if you were instead sucking on the head of his cock. You hollow out your cheek and release his thumb with a satisfying pop. Your reward is the sound of Izuku’s heated gasp. The sound tightens the coil in your groin. You feel his right hand lightly trailing up your side. You expect him to stop to cup your breast, but a tingle runs up your spine when he skips it entirely. His thumb rests a few inches under your right ear, the fleshy part of his palm rests against your trachea, the remaining four fingers occupy the same spot under the opposite ear. You can’t hide your excitement as he begins to apply light pressure to your neck. It’s amplified when he whispers in your ear,

“Whose slut are you, villain?”

“I’m yours. All yours.” He squeezes a little tighter, and you squirm, gripping his left hip for stability.

“Yours, Deku-sama. I’m all yours.” You choke over the words while he loosens his grip satisfied with your correction. The brief bout of intoxicating lightheadedness dissipates quickly, but he keeps his hand around your neck.

You feel him, hard and slick, throbbing inside you, and you know he’s close. You prepare to ride out the coming crescendo that you’ll set off with your silver tongue.

“You’re getting close, aren’t you, hero? I can feel your cock pulsing.” He squeezes your neck tighter than he has before reminding you who was in charge. You dig your nails into his hip and bite your lip. Was he turning into a masochist, or were you?

“I want you to cum in me. Make me your bona fide villain bitch — think you’re up for it, big boy?” You were being so bold, goading him. It does the trick. He releases his hold on your neck, you’re a little sad, but are swiftly distracted by a sudden burst of heat and green energy crackling, the telltale sign of Full Cowl being activated. What the hell was he up to? Your answer comes moments later when his hands push your bent legs further apart, hooking his arms under your thighs to lift them up. You feel weightless, free, and so very wanton. Then like being dosed with ice-cold water, you come back to your senses; you’ve always been terrified of being picked up during sex. Your arms flail, searching for anything to grab hold of. They settle awkwardly at Izuku’s neck. Your breathing is a little erratic.

“You’re not scared of heights, are you?” Oh, he was being a total ass.

“Absolutely not.” You bite back.

“Heh.”

Sensing your discomfort, he places you back down on your knees, his hand returning to your neck — where it belonged. Shit, it was you, you’re the masochist. You feel him throb inside you, the head of his penis gets a little bigger and his cock harder. His movements become more sporadic. You take his free hand and lead it to your clit, you’d be damned if he cums before you. His groans become music to your ears, loud and ravenous as you roll your hips to meet his thrusts. Soon that’s all you can feel, like tunnel vision nothing else matters, there are no other options, but his cock burying itself deeper and deeper inside you as his fingers dance around your clit. He flicks and pulls, rubs circles, and you savor every second of it. Everything cumulates into a blinding flash of white-hot light as if you’re staring directly at burning magnesium. You hear him crying out your name, and it mixes with your carnal pleas into a cacophonous soundtrack to your mutual climax. He finishes inside you, the thick viscous liquid of his orgasm, filling you with more warmth than you anticipated. As you ride out your orgasm, you don’t stop gyrating your hips until you feel Izuku become soft. You let out a shaky breath as you come to a stop to catch your breath. You’re thankful that he doesn’t seem eager to pull out quite yet while you bask in the quiet exhilaration of having orgasmed three times this night.

“I’m going to pull out now, okay?”

You nod your head slightly, words out of reach with your euphoria’s hum still clouding your mind. Cum trickles down between your thighs, the sensation almost ticklish, but far more erotic. With nothing connecting you to Izuku, your body gives in to its exhaustion, falling forward unceremoniously. He wraps an arm around your waist, setting you gently down on your stomach. Rolling onto your back, you shimmy up onto a pillow to support your head. You glance up at Izuku and sigh in content. Hair stuck to his head, abs contracting as he slows his breathing (his heart rate close to 180bpm), and his left-hand traces the scars on his right arm absently. Even in such a worn-out state, he looked otherworldly. You lock eyes, and you pat his side of the bed next to you.

“Cuddle with me.” At hearing those three words, he sheds his façade, his eyes soften, his jaw loosens, and he eagerly obliges your request. He rests his head on your chest, your fingers playing with his hair as he gently brushes your side. You stay like this for a few minutes until he starts out of your arms like someone’s lit a fire under his ass. He sits up, you follow suit intrigued by what’s got him so worked up. You watch him reach across towards his nightstand. He pulls out a notebook and a pencil. You have to suppress your snort as he begins scribbling furiously. You couldn’t even pretend to be surprised, catching bits and pieces of his muttering.

“. . . dominated . . . choking . . . loud . . . buns of steel. . .” You can’t stifle the laugh that escapes you. He glances up and gives you a sheepish grin, his face like he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t.

“You fucked me into another dimension, jot that down in your sex notebook.” A blush erupts across his face.

“I-I what? Seriously?”

“Mhmm, as seriously as my orgasm.” Embarrassment flickers momentarily in his eyes, quickly replaced by intense curiosity. You dare say you see a little triumphant gleam too.

“What happened, tell me everything, love.” You recount what he’d been doing with his tongue and fingers. The feeling leading up to it and what it looked like in this other dimension.

“Sounds like you’ve unlocked another facet of your quirk.”

“Looks like it, but it’s not really useful.” He gives you an inquiring look; you roll your eyes. He could be so dense sometimes.

“I can’t exactly have you eating me out in public every time I want to astral project now, can I?” His blush returns full force.

“Maybe there’s another way.”

“Possibly, but I’m beat. My legs feel like jello, and I’m starting to feel sore.” You massage your neck, glancing at your exposed breasts and the marks that speckle them. Izuku looks at you with worry.

“You can’t fix it with your quirk?”

“I can, but where’s the fun in that? One of my favorite parts of sex is feeling it the next day. I’m definitely going to tomorrow and maybe the day after thanks to you.” You give him a wink and admire as he fumbles with his words.

“Oh! Well, I mean. Yeah. No problem. I think?” He was definitely back to being your cinnamon roll. You giggle quietly.

“Before I go clean up, I’ve gotta know. How did you do that.” You motion with your hand, hoping he picks up what you’re putting down. He does.

“Simple, lots of research.” You squint at him, touching the pulse at his neck. It was slightly elevated.

“Ah-huh, and what else?”

“No-nothing!” The pulse quickens a little more.

“Did you role play with someone?” The idea sounds absolutely preposterous, but when he pushes your hand away from his neck and gets up off the bed, you know you’ve struck a nerve.

“You’re using your quirk, that’s not fair.”

“All’s fair in love and war. So, who was it with? Shoto? Eiji? Or was it Katsuki ?” The light hue of pink that creeps up his neck is all the confirmation you need.

“Ah,” you bob your head sagely, “it makes sense, babe, he gives off a total masochist vibe. I’d have practiced with him too. What was it like? Would he be open to a threesome? Or would it be a foursome since he’s got that not, so secret thing going with Eiji? Could I even handle the three of you?” You wonder out loud.

“(Y/N)!” Izuku rushes into the bathroom, adamantly trying to end this conversation. You weren’t letting this go, oh no siree, so you get out of bed and walk to the bathroom where Izuku’s turned on the shower and is standing under its current.

“Nice try. You’re giving me the details.” He sighs defeatedly.

“Can it wait until we’re in the bath.” You cross your arms in a huff, pouting.

“I guess.” Izuku grabs you, pulling you into the shower with him. You wrap your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against his chest. He gives the top of your head a kiss.

“Happy birthday, (Y/N).”

Happy fucking birthday to me. You smile to yourself.

[buckyownsmylife]

Suddenly - Harry Styles smut

The one where you and Harry make a sex tape.

Warnings: creampie, oral sex (m), p in v, sex tape being recorded, curse words, can’t think of anything else but there’s probably more.

A/N: Kinktober day 23 prompts were recording sex +  “ I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.” Because of the whole situation with my uncle, I’m gonna tag the sole person on my taglist here, if that’s alright with you. Just for today! @itscaminow thanks for your interest in my fics!

Y/N’s P.O.V.

It hadn’t been your idea, obviously. You were still growing accustomed to being in a relationship with a celebrity, despite your one year anniversary having been celebrated a few months back. That came with a lot of anxieties, and the idea of someone ever being able to get their hands on this video made your skin crawl in the worst possible way.

However, you couldn’t deny that the idea of filming you and Harry having sex made you hot like nothing else. Just the thought of him using this as inspiration when he had to be alone during tours left you wet and whiny, and Harry knew it. He always fucking knew it just how to make you cave, just like he knew it how to bring you to the highest of pleasures, making you cry out his name again and again.

So that’s how you found yourself on your knees, looking up at an iphone’s camera while you sucked on your boyfriend’s cock like there was no tomorrow. You always loved his dick, and any chance to have it in your mouth was welcomed eagerly by both of you, but tonight, you wanted to make sure you’d give him the best possible blowjob ever.

You wanted him to remember it even without the video to serve as an aid.

“The ya go, kitten,” he whispered as he brushed a few strands of your hair back, before collecting it all in a makeshift ponytail. “Shit, always suck me so good. I love that mouth of yours, love. I-I love it so… fucking much.”

Those last few words were uttered between harsh thrusts of his hips that made his cock reach the back of my throat, bringing tears to my eyes as I gagged around his thickness. Nonetheless, I knew that’s what Harry wanted - that’s what he liked. So forced myself to breathe through my nose as I adjusted to get even closer to him, until I could rub my nose against his navel, and he cursed under his breath again.

“Fuck, if you could only look at yourself right now, angel.” Harry caressed my cheekbone, prompting me to look up at the camera again, blinking away a few of the tears still stuck to my eyelashes. “I can’t wait to show you this video. Maybe we can watch it together as I fuck you again, huh?” She whined around my cock, the reverberations rushing through me, making me curse again as I watched her choke around my dick.

Harry’s P.O.V.

She nodded as best as she could with her mouth still stretched around my cock, and I had to smile, before quickly using my pull on her hair to pull her to her feet again. “C’mon, let me open you up so I can fuck you, lovely. Can’t wait to be inside of you again, kitten.”

Despite how long we’d been having sex, she was still a tight little thing, always needing my fingers so I could push my cock into her for the first time in while. So I positioned her on the bed just how I wanted, with her knees high in the air and her feet resting on the mattress. I made sure to push her thighs as far as they could go so I could get a good view for the camera, licking my lips as I did so. I always did love her pussy.

“C’mon now, angel. Let daddy push his fingers inside of you.” I made sure to focus on my fingers as I slowly pushed two of them into her pussy, making her immediately moan out loud and try to buck up against them before I could use my free hand to hold her hips down. “Stay there, love. I’m the director here, I call the shots.”

She snorted but I started moving, looking for that spot that made her lose her mind. I knew I’d found it when she gasped, instinctively trying to close her thighs in order to keep my knuckles deep inside of her.

“Open up, kitten. Let me get a good view of that pretty pussy.” She bit her lower lip as she pondered over what I said, but I could see the lust in her darkened eyes. I knew she would eventually do as I said, gifting the camera with the view of her tight hole welcoming my fingers, her wetness starting to drip from it.

Resuming my movements, I made sure to press against that spot that made her eyes roll to the back of her head, hoping that the camera would catch the squelching sounds of her juices  as I fucked her with my fingers fast and hard, just like she liked it. 

It didn’t take long for her to cry out, her release drenching the bed underneath us, but I only continued to thrust with even more fervor, loving to see her try to resist my assault while begging me not to stop at the same time. “C’mon, angel. I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.”

Her consecutive orgasm forced her to obey me, her legs trembling on each side of my hand before falling limp on the bed. I made sure to sho the camera just how wet she as when I took my fingers out of her, before curling those same fingers around my painfully hard dick, getting it wet to further ease the intrusion.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“On your hands and knees, love.” I shivered with those words. It was Harry’s and I’s favorite position, and I knew it offered him the perfect few of my pussy engulfing his hard on for him to capture on camera.

He thrusted into me slowly, teasing the both of us as he held onto my hips with one hand, the other occupied with the recording. “Fuck, you’re so wet, kitten. Did I make you this wet?” He asked, immediately thrusting against my sweet spot when he managed to push all the way in, and I fell down to my forearms, still feeling sensitive from my two previous orgasms.

“Yeah,” I immediately acknowledged, having to wet my lips to keep talking. “Only you can make me this wet, Haz.” He rewarded me with another forceful thrust, before finally starting to pound me, quickly settling on a brutal rhythm, just the way I liked. 

It was always an indescribable feeling to be filled by Harry’s cock, to feel so completely connected to him. So - especially after a couple of previous orgasms - it never took me too long to reach another when he was inside of me, fucking me so hard that sometimes it felt like he was trying to get rid of his frustrations through the use of my body.

“You’re gonna cum for me, angel? You’re gonna clench that little pussy around my dick?” He coaxed an orgasm out of me, making me cry out his name as I succumbed to his commands. “Fuck, I love how you scream my name. Do you know how fucking desired you are, my love?”

I felt his hand spread one of my ass cheeks as he gave me a few last forceful thrusts before spilling his seed inside of me, moaning my name in his melodic voice. Usually, he’d spend a few more moments with his cock still snug inside of me, but it seemed like he was eager to get a shot of his cum dripping down on the bed, because he immediately pulled out before crouching behind me to get the perfect shot.

“Shit, we have to do this again, kitten. I don’t think regular porn will do it for me anymore.”

[supercorpkid]

Sweet 16.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 2430.

“Hey! There she is!” Kara opens her arms excitedly when you walk home from school.

“Here I am.” You answer unaware of why she’s so excited. It’s just a normal day.

“Your birthday is in a few days.” She says and you agree with your head. “Are you excited?”

“Sure.” It’s what your mouth says. But what your face says it’s ‘whatever’.

“I see that.” She waits until you’re seated to reach out from the other side of the counter and hold your chin up on her hand. “What’s wrong, little one?”

“Nothing’s wrong, momma.” You shrug. “It’s just a birthday. Just another day.”

“It is absolutely not just another day!” She lets go of your face and makes her way around the counter to reach you. “It is the day that the person I love the most in the universe finally came into my life.” She hugs tight and you smile.

“Mom’s birthday is still a few months away.” You joke and Kara squints her eyes at you.

“I’m serious, baby.” She sits next to you with the biggest smile on her face. “What do you want in your party?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug again. “Can I ask for anything?” She agrees with a nod. “Ok. Then, how about for my party, we don’t have one?”

Kara’s face drops when you say that, and she looks disappointed. You don’t want a party, honestly your birthday will be like every other birthday. Alex, Kelly and Jamie come over, Kara buys all the food in the universe, Lena buys all the presents in the universe, and that’s it. You’re fine with how things are. Besides, who else would you invite to the party anyway? Lillian Luthor? It’s a laughable thought.

“Just us family having dinner is enough.” You reassure her.

“Fine.” She still pouts though. “What do you want as a birthday gift?” Another shrug. “How about that video game you told me about?”

“Nah. Jamie already got it for her birthday and we usually play it together anyway.”

“Ok.” Kara agrees with her head and thinks some more. “A new phone?”

“Mine is fine.”

“A car?” She tries with a chuckle and you laugh too.

“I can fly.” You get up from the stool. “A hug will do. Oh, and maybe I can skip school?”

“That’s it? As your birthday present you want me to let you skip class?”

“No. I want you to convince mom to let me skip class.” You raise your eyebrows a couple of times at her and she agrees with her head. You kiss her cheek. “Don’t stress about it. Really. It’s just another day.”

You go to your room and lay in bed thinking about this ‘just another day’. You remember you were once so excited about birthdays. As a kid you would get up before your moms, run to their bedroom, climb on their bed and wake them up yelling ‘it’s my birthday!’. You could never wait until later to open all your presents (Lena would always save the best one for the party), and you would annoyingly tell every single person you saw that it was your day. Now the only thing you want is sleep until late and maybe go to your lab alone.

You were so anxious for leaving the whole ‘birthday conversation’, you didn’t eat and you’re starving. So, you wait a little until you see Kara is not in the kitchen anymore and you sneak there.

“Kara. What’s-?” You hear Lena’s voice from the living room. You’re not using your super hearing, they’re just close enough. “What’s all this?”

“Look at her, Lena.” You use your x-ray vision and you see a bunch of photo albums on the table. “Look at this cute little bean, all excited about her birthday.”

“Yeah, God. She loves it so much.” Lena agrees, grabbing one of the albums to look at it.

“Loved it.” Kara corrects her with a sigh. “She just told me she doesn’t want a party, and as a birthday gift she wants to not have to go to school.”

“What? Why? Do you think there is something going on at school?” Lena asks and you sit closer to hear their conversation without them seeing you. Honestly, you’re so good at eavesdropping you don’t even need powers for that.

“I don’t know. I think she just doesn't want to think about this day, you know?” Kara sighs and holds one of your pictures up. “I get it though. I mean, just look at this little smooch. Rao, she’s so big now. She is doing great with her powers; she has her own lab.”

“Yeah. She is smart, independent, strong, caring…” Lena completes the thought and you smile to yourself.

“Soon enough she’ll go to college and like…” You can hear Kara choking a little and you know she’s crying. “She won’t need me anymore. And I’ll be here all alone.”

“Why, thank you, honey.” Lena says ironically.

“Alone with you.” Kara adds trying to make her feel better.

“Oh yeah, that’s a lot better.” Lena breathes deep and wipes Kara’s tears. “Let’s not think about this now, ok? Let’s think about what we can do to make her enjoy her birthday like she used to.”

“I don’t want to push her into this. If she’s not feeling it, maybe we should let it be.” Kara closes one of the albums. “If not going to school and a family dinner is all she wants…”

“Wait, what? You can’t be serious. You really don’t want to throw her a party? You? Of all people?” Lena asks, surprised.

“Don’t look so shocked.” Kara crosses her arms. “If she wants to pretend that she’s not getting older, I’m fine with that. We can go on pretending she’s still 15 for years, that way she will never leave me.”

“Kara, this is not about you.” Lena does her whole ‘business woman’ pose. Crossed legs, fingers intertwined placed perfectly on top of her knee and serious expression. “Our daughter is incredible, and she can’t get stuck here because we’re unable to let her go. She deserves to see and save the world. She deserves to create incredible things and make the world better. We can’t get in the way of that.”

“I know, but…” Kara is still crying. “She is my baby. And I love her so much, and I want to be around her all the time. Maybe… Maybe we could build a time machine and relive her childhood all over again?”

“I don’t think you know how time machines work.”

“Fine. Then maybe I could go to college with her. You know, I’ll sign up for some classes and…”

“Yeah right, because that’s exactly what she will want. Go to college with her momma.” Lena hugs her and gets close to her ear. “I can think of a few things we could do to have fun when she goes off to college.”

Ew. No. You get up from where you’re sitting and grab a bag of chips and go back to your bedroom. This just turned R18+ super fast, you don’t want and shouldn’t listen anymore.

Your birthday came along really fast. None of your moms mentioned anything about a party, and Kara only said that your family was coming for dinner, so apparently, they decided to respect your wishes.

“It’s your birthday!” Kara walks in your room early in the morning, you wake up with a smile. She throws confetti in your face and you laugh. “Happy birthday, not-so little one.”

“Still little, momma.” She jumps in bed next to you and hugs you. “Thank you.”

“Happy birthday, babygirl.” Lena walks in the room and you see she has a box on her hands. “No peeking!”

“Uh, is that my present?” You raise one eyebrow and she agrees with her head.

“Guess what it is.” Kara says next to you and you shrug.

“Donuts?” You ask with a smile, but they shake their heads in denial at the same time. “Birthday cake?” Another no with their heads. “Cupcakes?”

“It’s not food.” Lena answers and comes next to you.

“Oh, then you guys probably didn’t get me what I wanted.” You joke and Kara laughs next to you. “Unless is a dog.”

“Definitely not a dog.” Lena gives you the box and you hug her to say thank you. She kisses your forehead. “I hope you like it, baby.”

“Cool, thanks mom.” You smile at Lena and then turn to Kara. “Now for your birthday gift to me. Did you do it? Did you talk to her?”

“Yes, kid. You don’t have to go to school today.” Kara agrees with her head and you smile.

“Well, thanks for the gifts. Now I’m going back to sleep, because I don’t have to wake up early today. I love you both. Happy birthday to me, yay!” You say not excitedly and put the blanket over your head, so they can take the hint and leave you to go back to sleep.

You wake up hours later and you’re starving. You joked about donuts and birthday cake, but you kind of wish they actually bought those. You hear the doorbell and Lena yells it’s for you, so you get out of your pajamas in a flash and run to the front door.

“Grandmother?” Your eyes grow bigger and you look at your mom next to you, still holding the door open.

“Granddaughter.” She answers with a tiny smile. “Do you mind if we speak out here for a minute?”

You look at Lena for permission. She gives you a little nod, and you take that as incentive. So you go out the door, and Lena closes it, to give you guys some more privacy.

“I just came by to wish you a happy birthday. It’s a very important age.” Lillian says and you smile.

“It’s just another year.” You shrug and she shakes her head.

“I suppose.” She clears her throat and you see she has something in her hands, and it’s carefully wrapped in a red and blue paper. “I wouldn’t know what’s important for a kid, anyhow.” She takes a deep breath. “I hope you enjoy it.”

She hands you the box and you so desperately want to lower your glasses to make sure it’s not a kryptonite bomb inside, but you refrain from doing so. You don’t want to seem impolite. You unwrap the paper and see a video game console, also red and blue. You smile.

“I remembered you told me you made one videogame and, well, the guy at the store told me this one sells well with kids.” She says and you beam at her. You almost feel like hugging her, but you don’t want to impose, so the smile will have to do.

“Thank you. It’s amazing, really.” She agrees with her head, looking proud of herself.

“A book would be better, but I don’t think you can get any smarter.”

“I could. But I would be unbearable.” You laugh and she smiles lightly. Kara lands on the doorstep at the moment.

“Lillian.” Kara says as a hello. Lillian turns back to her, adjusting the clothes on her body, looking nervous.

“Supergirl.” She replies, bitterly. Then turns back at you. “Well, happy birthday.” She mentions to leave, but before she tilts her head. “Granddaughter.”

“Thanks.” You salute her off. “Grandmother.”

Lillian makes her way to the black car parked in front of the driveway. Kara hugs you sideways and you get inside the house. You see her looking at the console on your hands.

“Birthday present.” You smile showing it to her.

“The one you wanted.” She stares at it for a while. Then agrees with her head, like she had just checked for bombs and it’s safe.

“Guess who just landed in the backyard?” Lena asks and you furrow your brows.

“COUSIN!” Superboy walks in all dressed in his stupid super hero clothes and you toss the video game to Kara and run to hug him.

“What are you doing here?” You ask surprise and stop smiling for a second. “Oh no, what have you done?”

Everyone laughs, well aware of his reputation, Conner also laughs and messes with your hair.

“It’s your birthday, lab rat! You actually think I would miss that?” He smiles and whispers in your ear. “I also know your moms buy the most delicious food for this day.”

“It’s true!” Kara agrees from the other side, proving there’s no way you can keep a secret from her. “I just went to Italy and picked up all of her favorites. Everyone else is already on their way, so we’ll eat in a while.”

“Your mom’s the best.” Conner says, making Kara smile, very proud of herself.

“Your uncle is also the best.” You hear behind you and you look at Superman standing on the backyard door with a smile.

“Kal!” You run to him and hug him tightly. You haven’t seen him in such a long time. Kara shows up behind you.

“Hey Kal.” You let go of him and Kara hugs him. You look at Conner and you both go to the living room, and let the grown-ups talk. You show Conner your new video game and you both play with it until the doorbell rings.

“I’ll get it.” You run to the door and see aunt Alex, aunt Kelly, Jamie and Eliza on the other side. “GRAMM!”

“Hi sweetheart.” Eliza smiles and kisses the top of your head. She looks at your surprised face. “What? You thought I wouldn’t come to your birthday?” You’re so happy. You can’t believe she left Midvale just to see you. “Happy birthday, sweetie.”

“Thanks Gramm.” You say and she goes inside.

“Happy birthday, kiddo.” Aunt Alex hugs you and your smile just grows bigger and bigger.

“Happy birthday, little Danvers.” Jamie hugs you and whispers in your ear. “If you leave me alone in school again, I’ll murder you.”

Aunt Kelly also wishes you happy birthday and you all go inside the house. You’re almost back in the living room when the doorbell rings again, and Nia and Brainy come inside too.

When you finally reach the living room, you see three shadows running around and you smile. Soon, the whole place is ready. There are balloons, a happy birthday banner, and the biggest birthday cake you’ve ever seen. You thought you had no one to invite to your party, but now looking at the full house, you smile to yourself. Your whole family is here. And they are amazing.

[xhanisai]

Bite off more than you can chew and you’ll choke.

(AO3) (FFN)

Summary -  "But Lila cared more about the middle finger that Adrien shot at her when no one else was looking." To summarise, if you hurt the Ladybug, you can count on the Black Cat to absolutely annihilate you without mercy. A.K.A. A wonderful crackfic where Lila gets karma shoved up her ass by Adrien every time she tries to hurt Marinette.

A/N: I'm having an affair with dumb bitch juice. Shhh. Don't tell angst. ~(x)~ . . . "Heh, looking good~" The Italian teen winked to herself one last time at the mirror and then striked a pose that radiated pure confidence and clearly, a drop dead gorgeous Goddess that has ever descended this miserable planet. Luck was on her side today, lil ol' Rossi could feel it in her bones. 'Today is a wonderful day to knock down Dupain-Cheng a peg or two...' Lila hummed perversely, olive irises twinkling with mischief and sadism. She applied another coating of her favourite orange lip gloss and spritzed her body with some more pumpkin spice flavoured perfume (that was apparently a one of a kind DKNY product that the company themselves have gifted her, that's right Juleka). Digging out one of the hundreds of pictures she has of Adrien Agreste in her drawer, she planted a sloppy kiss on the face (lil hoe thinks she's being seductive smh smh), whispered something absolutely filthy and then made her way out of the house with a green apple in hand. As she walked, numerous plans and ideas were concocted up in her head whilst she happily chewed through the sour, bitter fruit that could compete with her own acidic heart. Certainly, her plans weren't going as smoothly as she'd like, given that not only has Marinette stood strong, Alya and Nino still stuck to the raven haired girl like glue and the model boy actually dared to threaten her to withdraw Mari's expulsion. Of all people, he threatened her! Who the hell did he think he is? He should be nothing but a spineless pretty face, a decoration to her growing fame. Ugh! Shaking her head and refocusing her thoughts, Lila took one last, harsh bite from the fruit and then tossed it away without a second glance, hitting an unsuspecting rat with wings- pigeon, an unsuspecting poor pigeon. Looks like M. Ramier will be akumatised later on if he ever sees the splat of feathers on the pavement. She didn't give a damn. Instead, a sinister, almost feral like smile stretched on the brunette's lips as she spotted her prey up ahead, sitting on the front steps that led to the collège. Quite a few passerbyers and students gave Marinette either a disappointed look or a disgusted grimace. Most pretty much ignored her, leaving the Asian bowing her head down in embarrassment, making herself look as small as possible. 'Like the useless mouse she is.' Lila barely held off the urge to giggle. After making Cheng look like such an evil cretin and even managing to get her expelled, her reputation has almost been tarnished! Marinette went from one of the most popular, prettiest, kindest girl in school to the most conniving, horrible, wench in a matter of a day. She would have been gone forever had it not been for Adrien's stupid- SPLASH!!!!! No way. No. Fucking. Way. Lila gaped like a dead fish, unable to comprehend what had just happened as her once dry, stylish clothes dripped with dirty puddle water and the stench of dirt clung to her hair and skin. The now filthy looking teen snapped out of her stupor and glowered at the offending car that DARED to zoom through the ginormous puddle only to gawk again when she registered the vehicle's familiarity. Lila wasn't able to do more than budge an inch as a certain model stepped out of the car in front of the collège and lifted Marinette to her feet with his hand. He gave the petite girl a warm smile that only sickened the Italian girl to the core even further and when he interlaced his hand with Marinette's, leading her inside the building, Lila couldn't stop the ferocious growl from escaping her throat. This was meant to be HER day today. A fresh splatter on her head from up above proved otherwise. Her hand shot to her head, face twisted in a witch like grimace as slick, gooey slime coated her fingers and hair. Lila mustered up as much venom as she possibly could in her eyes, tilting her head up, only to see the very same pigeon that got hit by the apple, glare back. Neither of the two noticed the wry smile that Adrien let out as he shielded a flustered Marinette inside the building... ~(x)~ Full classroom? Check. Mme. Bustier temporarily out of the room? Check. Dupain-Cheng opening her backpack whilst oblivious? Check. Lila wiggled in her seat like a cat waiting to pounce on the mouse (not like those in cute youtube videos), eyes narrowing at the back of Marinette's head, awaiting for the right moment to act. You see, earlier on, Lila planted one of Chloe's prized earrings (dumb barbie never learnt her lesson when it came to bringing family heirlooms to school) in Marinette's bag, planning on calling her out of stealing it to further crush her reputation into smithereens. Knowing Chloe and her illogical grudge against the girl, the consequences would be so much more worse for Marinette considering she's the mayor's daughter and all- . . . Wait... What? Lila blinked twice, thrice, then rubbed her eyes and blinked again. 'What in the world???' "O-ooooh! Who put this pretty flower in my bag?" Marinette twirled the lavender rose between her fingers in awe, admiring the beautiful plant with a cute blush on her cheeks. She gave the rose a sniff, cheeks glowing further as she hummed pleasantly. "It smells so nice!" Her smile was so disgustingly sweet, Lila could have sworn that the girl was radiating diabetes. Maybe she should pretend to faint and blame it on Marinette somehow? "Looks like you have a secret admirer, girl~ Did you know that lavender roses mean love at first sight?" Alya playfully poked Marinette's cheek, waggling her eyebrows whilst the rest of the girls in the class- sans Chloe, Sabrina and of course Lila herself, gathered around their class president's table. Their coos and questions were deaf on the seething Italian's ears as she was hyper focused on Adrien's face. The way his eyes lowered knowingly and his lips upturned into a secret but smug smile. The way his head tilted towards the side ever so slightly as he watched the French-Asian with so much...love. Lila was close to throwing up in her mouth. 'So that little Prince was the one who replaced Chloe's earrings with that stupid flower...huh...has he caught on...?' Just as that thought passed through Lila's head, the sound of Chloe bragging about her new earrings filled up the room with the addition of Sabrina's praises. The brunette cocked an eyebrow, dissatisfied of her plan failing in ruining Marinette's life further and getting Adrien wrapped around her pinky, where he belongs. With a string of Italian curses muttered, Lila opened her bag and- "CHE CAZZO È!?" Lila launched the provocative bag away with another scream and when it landed on Kim's desk, dozens of spiders pooled out like a tidal wave, causing the athletic Vietnamese to jump up ten feet in the air with a high pitched yowl and that in turn created a mass panic in the classroom. "Ah- đéođéođéo- KEEP THEM AWAY FROM ME!" Kim let out another screech, forcing himself into a baffled Alix's arms as the spiders scattered whilst everyone else stood on their desks to avoid the wonderfully adorable critters. "LILA! WHY THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE THOSE MONSTERS IN YOUR BAG!?" Kim cried out as soon as a shocked Mme. Bustier returned to the classroom. The red headed woman gawked at the floor and then grimaced before sending a stern look towards Lila, hands on her hips. Everyone in the class froze at her stance. "Lila, we know that you've just returned from a campaign to save a species of highly venomous spiders from going extinct but that does not permit you in bringing them to school. You'll be on rubbish duty for the rest of this week and M. Damocles shall discuss with you later on for a more suitable punishment after that. Everyone else, please remain calm and carefully step out of the room." The olive eyed brunette didn't get a chance to defend herself as everyone comically sped outside at a speed that would make even Sonic The Hedgehog jealous. Nino and Ivan were held piggy back style by their respective girlfriends whilst it took Alix, Max, Nathanael and Juleka to tear a petrified Kim off the wall (In turn, Rose held him bridal style as if he didn't weigh more than a feather). When she saw Marinette shyly grasp Adrien's hand to lead him out, Lila saw red and looked away before she did something she would regret. In amidst her internal monologue, she missed Adrien's dangerous smirk as his eyes glinted devilishly. The boy tightened his grip on Marinette's hand, much to the girl's surprise and delight whilst his kwami snickered in his blazer's inner pocket. ~(x)~ "Whoa!" Marinette let out a yelp, numerous files slipping out of her hands as she flailed her arms to regain balance. Unfortunately, she ended up tipping backwards towards the edge of the stairs much to Lila's entertainment. If she couldn't break Marinette's godforsaken will and reputation completely, a few bones or so should satisfy her ruthless heart- "Marinette! Be careful!" With amazing speed, Adrien caught the girl from behind, interlocking his arms around her body in an iron grip without even wincing at the weight of her mass colliding with his chest. A few passerbyers, including Rossi herself observed the scene with incredulous expressions. The latter pissed at the stupid prince charming's bloody timing! She didn't know what annoyed her more. The fact that her plan failed for the umpteenth time or the useless anime like tropes that seemed to play when it came to blonde boy and noir girl. "Ack! Thanks Adrien..."  Marinette expected a simple 'No problem Mari,' from the boy but was taken aback by his malicious glare that was directed at the tanned girl before them. She couldn't help the squeak that escaped her when his grip tightened as he lead them up the stairs, standing a mere feet away from Lila. His hold on Cheng wavered between protective and possessive. Marinette found it kinda hot. "You know, we have bins for a reason Rossi. Be sure to chuck your litter away or else someone could get hurt." His voice was gravelly and alarmingly low, indicating who would really get harmed in the situation. Lila hated the way her blood chilled to ice and the unpleasant shivers that shook her spine before mustering the energy to plaster an innocent smile instead of running away. "Oops. Silly me," She bent down to pick up the can she conveniently dropped earlier on, causing Marinette to trip in the first place. "My arthritis has been acting up all day-" "And I painted the Mona Lisa, yeah, whatever." Marinette and Lila, both only close enough to hear, widened their eyes at Adrien's passive aggressive tone. Without wasting another second, the boy tugged Marinette along, heading away from the scowling Italian. The sickening duo seemed to get closer and closer every second, causing Lila's blood to burn with rage. "He's definitely caught on...that boy is more slippery and sneaky than I thought...as expected of the son of Gabriel Agreste." Lila growled severely, crushing the can in her grip- SPEW! Oh. The can was never empty from the start. Steam figuratively shot out of her ears as the fizzy drink dripped down her hair, face and clothes, smearing her layers upon layers of caked makeup that took her hours to do this morning- after she went back home to shower and changed into fresh clothes when she was soaked by that dirty puddle, courtesy of Adrien's fucking car! 'GAME ON AGRESTE.' ~(x)~ Lila planted that wretched goose- pigeon, that wretched pigeon in Marinette's locker, anticipating a commotion or SOMETHING. However, when the unsuspecting girl, accompanied by her trio of friends, opened said locker, there was no pigeon. Instead, out popped out a ridiculously cute, handmade Chat Noir doll. According to Marinette's and Alya's babbles, it's a doll that the former has made ever since the pathetic heroes of Paris made their debut. "But how did it get here? I don't recall bringing it in with me today," Yes, Lila also wanted to know how the FUCK that cursed plush appeared out of thin air. It certainly wasn't there when she shoved the feathered pterodactyl in. "Maybe you brought it with you by accident?" Nino quipped. "Didn't you have that phase back in école where you'd always bring a teddy that you slept with for company?" "WEDONOTTALKABOUTTHAT." Marinette retorted back with gritted teeth, slamming her locker door for emphasis but the way she hugged the Chat Noir doll protectively afterwards did little to intimidate the bespeckled boy. In fact, much to Lila's disgust, the trio melted at Marinette's obviously fake cuteness. Unbelievable! Where did that pigeon go anyways!? Never peeling her eyes away from the nauseating quad, Lila snatched the door of her locker open, grinding her teeth- "COO!!!" ...only to be attacked by a flurry of feathers and a sharp beak. This time, whilst she, along with a 'helpful' Alya and Nino managed to rip the bedeviled thing off her face, Lila caught a shit-eating grin on Adrien's lips as he watched her suffer without a word. 'That little BASTARD! He did this to me!' Rolling his eyes as if Lila was nothing but a three year old throwing a tantrum, he threw an arm around Marinette's shoulder who looked more confused than anything. "What is Jacques doing here?" Lila almost scoffed at the Asian's question. That failure of a bird has a name? And familiarised with Marinette no less? No wonder he was currently a bitch and half in her ass! No one answered Mari's question regardless. Though surely, that sinister cat of a model held the answer. "I'm more curious of whether you sleep with that little Chat doll or not, Marinette~" He teased, much to Lila's dismay and Marinette's embarrassment. Alya and Nino momentarily forgot about the clearly traumatised Lila, simply to join in with the jesting. "N-N-NO! HAHA- what a silly question Adrien!" Marinette slapped the teen's shoulder with a bit more oomph than the usual friendly slaps, cheeks reddening and eyes flickering to the side. "She can't go to sleep without it~" Alya confessed on her best friend's behalf, glasses twinkling impishly at Mari's cry of "Traitor!". "One time when she was at mine for a sleepover, she forgot to bring Petit Noir along and stayed awake all night without his presence. She's so pure, isn't she?" Marinette was left as a blushy, squealing mess as the rest of her friends chuckled fondly. If it wasn't frowned upon in this country, Rossi would have gladly kicked them all out the window one by one till their sorry necks snapped but even she had some sort of control. "Adorable, absolutely adorable." This time, Lila did throw up in her mouth as Adrien swept Marinette up into a bone crushing hug with the most disgusting look of 'love' tattooed on his face. The hazel eyed brunette stormed out of the locker room with a growl, deaf to Alya's questioning shouts of her name. She was going to TEAR that boy apart from limb to limb! Adrien's grin only grew at her departure, daring the idiotic girl to try and pull another stunt again. ~(x)~ During a photoshoot that Lila was assigned to model at, every time she attempted to inappropriately run her hands down Adrien's torso or shoulders, she ended up getting bitten by god knows what. The more she tried, the harder the bites were and towards the end, the shoot was cancelled as her skin was covered in tiny little bite marks that resembled wasp stings or even a terrible allergic reaction. The horrid girl never noticed the tiny God of Destruction that lingered nearby his chosen who in turn delivered a little fistbump to his precious friend with a smile far too saccharine to be innocent. ~(x)~ Just before their French lesson began, Lila staged a scene by crying out in pain when shoving her hand in her bag and 'finding' multitudes of sewing needles in them. Surely the class would turn their heads towards Dupain-Cheng with animosity as she claimed that Marinette must have sabotaged her bag that day. Instead, much to her surprise, the majority of the class defended her with an alibi. "But M. Dupain and Mme. Cheng hid away all her sewing stuff for the rest of the month so that Marinette could concentrate for the upcoming exams!" Gee thanks Rose. "Marinette was at mine's yesterday night to study and sleepover so there's no way that she did that," Godammit Alya. "I'm pretty sure 'Nette's needles are silver in colour, not bronze." Shut up Lahiffe. "She would panic if she steps on an ant, how could she hurt a person?" Really Alix? Really? "Marinette and I were stuck in the closet all break so there's no way she's managed to sabotage your bag, Lila." Agreste- do you even know what you're implying here? To summarise, the case was neutralised with a theory that one of the textile upperclassmen students must have accidently put a container of needles in her bag, thinking it belonged to the department. But Lila cared more about the middle finger that Adrien shot at her when no one else was looking. ~(x)~ Lila tried tripping Marinette again but this time, she was caught by the Japanese fencer girl who 'politely' thwacked Lila's knees with her foil and told her to get out of her class. That ice queen never left Marinette's side for the rest of the day. When Marinette arrived to the morning classes with a disturbingly gorgeous, sheer white sundress in hand, babbling about how she was going to alter it after the exams to her friends, of course Lila gave into temptation by altering it herself. By altering, she meant smothering the skirt of the dress with non washable red paint. Marinette returned to the afternoon classes wearing the dress but with the red stains magically transformed into a flawless gradient and decorated with faux red rose petals on the edge of the skirt and the tip of the bust. The poor Italian was rewarded with the grand scene of Adrien claiming out loud how 'beautiful' his 'Princess' looked without shame and twirling her around in the air. Next, Lila somehow snuck a snake out from the zoo (getting bitten a million times and even throttled at one point by said creature) and secretly let it loose at the Dupain-Cheng bakery when she was only 'looking around'. The snake ended up getting its own tank and promoted the bakery, increasing the numbers of customers because surprise surprise, it's the year of the snake according to the Lunar calendar and everyone saw that slimy creature as a symbol of good luck! M. Césaire let the family keep the snake. Marinette named him Aspik much to Adrien's ambiguous delight but then changed it to Viperion when the boy accidentally tore apart her favourite ball of yarn. ("Little bug how could you do this to me!?") Lila even tried to start a rumour going where she apparently witnessed Marinette kissing a strange, delinquent after hours in creepy alleyways and got a little frisky with him. Adrien turned that around on her by asking why she was spying on him and Marinette, both wearing scarves that poorly concealed their ravaged necks. The rest of the day was spent with students gossiping about the new developments of 'Project Adrienette' and suddenly the despicable duo were dating. The rest of the students and teachers decided to switch to Lila as a target to send their scrutinising eyes at. It took Lila twenty-four hours of staring at a blank wall to digest the fact that she unintentionally nudged those two together in her pursuit of destroying them both. Twenty four hours of gaping with dead eyes and not moving a muscle whilst her phone buzzed with the latest gossip on Adrien and Marinette. An immediate news report on Ladybug grabbing Chat Noir into a heated kiss after an akuma battle that almost sent them running for their money, confirming their relationship broke Lila out of her daze and left her screaming inside her house. ~(x)~ The classroom door slammed open, revealing a dishevelled, crude looking Lila Rossi, heaving for air like she's just ran around the world in twelve days. Her hair was dirty, greasy and stuck in ways that defied physics. Her clothes were torn, stained and slick with unnamed substances. Her face was covered in stings, scratches and red marks that ruined her usually flawless make up. Clearly, a drop dead gorgeous Goddess that has ever descended this miserable planet. The students paused whatever they were doing, curious and slightly concerned at the state of the Italian's exterior. Lila let out an animalistic growl, pointing a finger at Adrien Agreste who paid no mind to her and carried on reading his book whilst Marinette Dupain-Cheng slumbered away peacefully in his lap. "I don't know how you did it or what dark magic you played on me or what voodoo dolls you have been using, but you'll never get away with humiliating me! Both of you!" Everyone's eyes widened at Lila's desperate and frustrated tone, now facing the boy bearing the brunt of her bite. Much to Rossi's screaming irritation, Adrien only flipped a page of his book with a hum like someone has just asked him whether he'd like some sugar with his tea. "STOP ACTING DUMB AGRESTE! I KNOW IT'S YOU WHO TRIED TO RUIN MY LIFE!" This time, she received eye contact from the boy. Instead of retaliating back, he put a finger on his lips and- ...shushed her. She was going to fucking KILL HIM. "My Marinette has pulled two all nighters in a row for the exam we just had this morning- which you missed by the way. So, she's sleeping right now. If you have some respect, keep it down." His tone was polite, sophisticated and angelic and his face was softened into the most sweetest smile. A front for the devilish cackle and demonic smirk that was threatening to burst out the seams of his fake exterior and Lila was able to sense it with ease. She didn't get a chance to yell back as Chloe suddenly interrupted. "And what has my Adrikins done to you? Other than get brainwashed by that ridiculous rat and start dating her of course," The blonde pursed her pastel lips, ignoring Adrien's comments on 'I'm not your Adrikins,' and 'Stop being mean to my sweet girlfriend,' and whatever nonsense he was spouting. "Oh wow...hahah...where do I start?" The hysteric girl began, blind to everyone else's distressed gaze at her behaviour. "The spiders? The pins? The ghost bites? That damn ugly bird that can't seem to find another place other than my head to SHIT ON!?" The object of her hate only raised a brow in confusion. "YOU'RE BEHIND IT ALL! I KNOW IT'S YOU!" "...Lila, were you bitten by those spiders that you were protecting during your campaign like a week ago? I think you need to see a doctor." Was the reply she got from Adrien before he went back to his book. "Also, this book mentions that being pooped on by a bird is a sign of good luck! Maybe you'll have a good fortune coming your way after you get better, Lila~" The baffled girl stared back grotesquely, jaw dropped and eye twitching, unable to comprehend the Adrien Agreste before her right now. She didn't even protest as Rose and Juleka hauled her flat ass out of the class, to the nurse's room, debating whether or not to call the ambulance for the mad girl. 'What...The...Actual...FUCK!?' ~(x)~ After the classroom door was closed, leaving behind a questioning class, a cat hero fighting the urge to burst out laughing and a bug heroine stirring awake. "Hmm...what happened Chaton?" Marinette hummed out, still half asleep and she nuzzled against the hand that cupped her cheek. Adrien replied with a genuine, soft smile full of love and a bit of his feline mischievousness. "I'll tell you later, Bug. Get some sleep, okay?" He pressed a chaste kiss on her lips, gaining a brilliant smile in return as Marinette settled back to sleep, relishing the way his fingers combed through her bobbleless hair. 'Mission accomplished, Plagg,' Adrien mused to himself, winking at his kwami who peered out of his bag whilst Tikki shook her head at her counterpart; albeit with more love than anger. The boy dived back into his book, tuning out the discussions that the rest of his friends were sharing regarding the impertinent wench that was just gotten rid of. Hopefully, they won't be seeing her for a very long time. Jacques the pigeon would be delighted in making sure of that. After all: If you hurt the Ladybug, you can count on the Black Cat to absolutely annihilate you without mercy... . . . ~(x)~

Dictionary 

'đéo' - Vietnamese for 'fuck no!' 

'che cazzo è' - Italian for 'What the fuck is this?'

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Hello, can you please do a one about how a threesome would be between Frank, his partner and Alex Mason

This was a wild request anon. And here you go. I can't say no to askers. Besides I think I liked where this one went... 🥴

⚠️ NSFW CONTENT DO NOT INTERACT IF THIS BOTHERS YOU

Graphic descriptions of Sexual Acts and Anal ⚠️

There I said it. and for those hard headed enough to be warned, here you go.

Wish Granted

Frank Woods x Partner x Alex Mason

Frank's girlfriend placed the tray of lasagna on the dinner table. It was their anniversary and he said he'd try to grant one of her wishes. She didn't exactly know which wish it was but she was prepared for it, in fact she was excited that she felt giddy all day.

The doorbell rang multiple times, like some kid pressed the button rapidly while playing a video game. She chuckled as she knew it was Frank, it meant something else when he does that, an inside joke that had been running ever since you lived together.

She placed her apron by the counter and hurriedly rushed to open the door. Behind it was one sexy Frank Woods, holding a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates and much to her surprise, Alex Mason, Frank's partner in crime, hugging a huge teddy bear.

"Hey, you." she greeted as Frank quickly entered the room and placed his gifts on the table to hug her tight, squeezing her ass in the process. Alex shyly followed and sat by the sofa, his hands not leaving the gigantic pink stuffed animal.

"I brought Alex over, if you don't mind. hehe" he winked and she smiled at Alex, a smile with a little bit of hidden meaning. Alex smiled back but he had actually no idea what is going on. The only reason he was here was because Frank needed help carrying the bear.

"I should get going." he excused himself only to be stopped by Frank, whose hand was holding his shoulder.

"Oh no no no. Let's have dinner first! My baby makes the meanest lasagna!" he boasted Alex agreed as he was quite hungry and it smelled really good, so they made their wsy to the table.

Dinner was awkwardly quiet. Alex noticed that Frank and his gorgeous girlfriend were just staring at each other, no other words but he felt like they were talking in subliminal messages, something he doesn't quite understand how it works.

"So, how was your day?" she asked, her voice was cute and endearing. It's like a spell forcing you to tell the truth.

"Same shit. Different day. Except this day just got a whole lot better now that you're here." Frank answered. Alex couldn't believe what he was seeing and hearing. This was far from what he predicted Frank to be in a relationship.

"What about you, Alex?" she continued. Alex stopped his hands midway. His mouth was open and the lasagna fell back to his plate.

"I um…. It was good." Alex's voice croaked. He was surprised that she asked him. And to be honest, he was intimidated by her presence. Someone who had the power to control Woods' temper is a force that shouldn't be meddled with.

"Great! It's a good thing you two are having nice days. Frank told me a LOT about you!" she mused and Alex shifted uncomfortably, his eyes shifted to Frank, who was smiling oddly toward him.

"Get this, pal." Frank nudged him and he snapped back to reality, eating his last slice of the pasta.

"Today marks the first year my babe and I got together and we were kind of exploring a little bit…." he trailed. Alex swallowed his food with caution, he wasn't sure how this night is going to turn out as the couple began radiating a bizarre aura and tone in their voices.

"… so we were wondering if you are uhm.. how do I say this… open for a menage a trois." Frank completed, causing Alex to almost choke on his food. It explained everything, how Frank was too giddy at work and how he treated him quite well throughout the rest of the day. It was all because of this.

"I mean if you're not into it, then you could just say no and we'll forget this happened." he added, his hands waving surrender.

Alex cleared his throat and the couple turned to him, awkward silence filled the room as they waited for him to speak. He sighed.

"Just this one time." 

~

Frank's partner emerged from the bathroom wearing lingerie that hugged her curves tightly, as if inviting everyone who could see it to slowly strip it away. The men were sitting on the edge of the bed, a huge space beside them reserved for her. Frank's jaw dropped at the view, while Alex still felt awkward and evaded eye contact. 

"Hot damn." Frank whispered and followed it with a whistle as she catwalked across the area and knelt infront of them. Her hands touched their bodies, Frank on the left, Alex on the right trailing her touch across their chests, down to their crotches. She cupped each of their slowly hardening cocks and smiled at their reaction. Alex's shoulders started to relax letting his tension clear out and accept that this was truly happening.

Frank grunted and sighed, her hands weren't even touching their cocks yet but she could feel the heat building inside them already. She slipped her bouncy breasts free from her bra and guided both their hands to play with it. Frank chuckled and quickly devoured his side while Alex was just stuck there. She felt his cold hands and prompted to guide him all the way, get him comfortable as it was going to be a long night.

Soft groans escaped her lips as Frank's mouth made wonders to her senses while Alex's conservative hands were slowly enjoying the feel of her nipples. Then as soon as they enjoyed themselves on her tits, it was time for her to move down.

She had known Frank's every inch quite well. She knew which jeans were buttoned, which were locked and which had belts and as soon as Frank knew it, his pants were already on his feet and his cock sprung against his shirt.

"Someone went through the day on commando…" she mused, her lips started trailing on his veiny manhood. Her hot breaths wrapped around Frank's cock. Her other hand was cupped against Alex's black boxers, he helped himself pull his pants down while she focused on Frank and her hands teasingly rubbed him against the polyester fabric. 

"Mmmm…" she moaned in unison with Frank whose head was now looking up and enjoying her mouth wrapped around his cock, making circles using her tongue not leaving every inch unexplored. Alex watched, feeling a little jealous and a lot turned on, he felt the pain of his erection trying to cut free but she was gripping it quite aggressively, he can't pull the underwear down.

She choked as she slowly lifted her head up his length, leaving trails of saliva drip down his cock, making his boyfriend smile in delight. Her hand gripped on him, slowly jerking it up and down with ease, thanks to the lubricant which came from her mouth. She then turned to Alex, who looked uneasy, and released her grip making Alex drop his underwear immediately revealing an equally impressive package. She giggled in delight as she started to plant soft kisses around him, while still jerking Frank. One kiss lead to another until such time that her mouth was already sliding up and down his length and making gagging noises.

The trio were taking turns exchanging gasps and moans, not caring if they were too loud enough to disturb people. They were having a wonderful time.

A few more gags and jerks and Frank and Alex stood in unison, tossing their pants away and pointed their tips on her mouth as she slid it sideways, giving each cock an equal amount of attention. The men's hands were lifting their shirts up as to not disturb her pleasure-filled performance, swallowing each length alternatively while the other one gets jerked and leaving no man unsatisfied.

Frank started to feel excited as he quickly grabbed something by the nightstand and instructed Alex to lie down on the bed. The friend followed and spread his legs wide enough for her body to fit while his cock wiggled through the erection. She slowly positioned herself on top of her boyfriends best pal and sat on his mouth. Alex immediately understood what this meant and started slurping her pussy, his tongue explored each of her lady parts while Frank gave her a kiss that the French people would start to take notes and update their ways.

They continued this until she was wet enough for action, thanks to Frank's mouth play and Alex's expert tongue painting skills, she was ready to take them both at the same time. 

She positioned herself atop of Alex's tip and slowly teased it by letting it feel a little bit of the sides. Alex brows furrowed in anticipation, his previous hesitation was engulfed by the lust and now he was willing to partake seriously at the initial proposal.

Frank gritted his teeth and pulled the foil wrapper open, quickly wrapping his length with the thin rubber, rolling it with ease. She flattened herself against Alex's firm chest, letting him feel her perked nipples against his and at the same time giving his boyfriend the perfect angle of her asshole.

Alex grunted as she slowly slid herself letting him in smoothly, their combined efforts made it easy for Alex's cock to slide in her as she moaned at each of his movement. 

"Aaaah..." she gasped as Frank's lubed cock simultaneously entered her other hole, his whole sensory organs confused as to which part of her should feel more overpowering. The newness of Alex's rod, or the pain from Frank's stick. Both of them moved differently inside her, making her create a different sound of mixed emotions.

"Damn babe, I like how tight this is... It feels.. new." Frank mused, his thrusts were slower as she was tighter, but he considered how this would initially hurt so he let her have him on her own accord. Alex on the other hand, was feeling the rush, once he got accustomed to her tightness, he immediately picked up his pace, like someone who was depraved of such feeling. Like a caged animal to explore in the wild.

Frank's partner didn't complain, she couldn't and she wasn't able to. Only short inaudible noises escaped her mouth as she was penetrated by two men like the way she dreamed of. It was a wish come true.

Red scratch marks filled Alex's strong arms as she gripped them tightly, nails almost deep enough to create scars. Alex was already biting his lip, hands locked onto his other one on the small of her back as his hips swayed like there was no tomorrow.

Frank was starting to feel the ease as he drops a few more of his lubricant, as he felt the slides were easy, he began matching his pace with his friend, sending the girl into a ride to pleasure town.

It went on for quite a while until they both stopped and slowed down. They were almost reaching their peaks and needed to settle down a while for more.

Alex got up and took a taste of her breasts, this time he was holding the both of them and was no longer shy, she liked this side of Alex, the one that always wanted to go out and get wild. Frank went down to her pussy, and boy did he know how to make her happy. His fingers expertly maneuvered its way inside her, making her lift herself up using her legs. She was squirming while trying to react to multiple pleasure impulses as both men were driving her crazy.

She now went on her knees and Frank effortlessly pulled the rubber away tossing it by the bed. Alex stood up and unbuttoned his clothes, showing her his marvelous body, something she secretly wanted to see. She started swallowing his cock slowly until Frank immediately thrusted from behind making her choke on Alex's. This made her look back at Frank to complain but the wonderful view of his naked boyfriend who's arm muscles clenched while gripping on her hips and the way his chest muscles slightly bounce on each of his thrusts made her forget about it and enjoy it instead. With her head looking back to Alex's cock, she resumed the sucking while being fucked from behind.

They tried every possible combination and positions all throughout the night. The couple took advantage of Alex's participation as they were sure this wasn't going to happen again. They made the best of the moment and the two men came more than once, they burst their loads all around her body drenching her in hot sticky excretions made from lustful desires.

Alex eventually slept at Frank's house claiming he was too exhausted to drive home. The next morning he was slumped on the couch and back to his normal responsible self. Maybe sometimes, you just have to let loose and relax yourself, he thought.

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Chapter One: A Second Chance to Live A Life Worth Living

Author: ambiguoslyambitious (me!)

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2,402

Summary: Getting a job at Joja Corporation was supposed to be Bela Rivers' big break in the business world. Anyone who wanted to be successful in Stardew Valley dreamed at working in one of their corporate offices. However, life inside a cubicle is not what it's all cracked up to be, and the company that she is working for is harboring some deep secrets. A mysterious envelope gifted to Bela by her recently deceased grandfather might hold the key to a second chance to live a life worth living.

“M-Ms. Rivers? Hello?” a desperately cheery voice called out, a twinge of annoyance hiding just below the surface.

Bela pulled her eyes away from the harsh white light of the computer monitor in front of her to meet the even harsher glare of her supervisor, Mary Boerhen. Mary was a miserable woman cloaked in grey, both in personality and attire.

“Apologies, Ms. Boerhen,” Bela forced a smile to hide her hatred for pleasantries. “What can I do for you?”

Bela had just spent the past three hours aimlessly staring at her monitor, dreading spending yet another day updating spreadsheets. Every once in a while she glanced up at the menacing green light signaling that she was unfortunately still on the clock. The words, Join us. Thrive, seemed to be mocking her every day she was forced to sit in her corporate-issued personal hell. Bela had once held excitement for her job inputting data for Joja Corporation, the nation’s leading industry in just about everything. Everyone knew that if you wanted to make a solid living in Zuzu City, you just had to get a job with Joja.

However, that excitement soon faded once she had been squeezed into a tiny cubicle, condemned to spend her entire nine-to-five repeatedly going over numbers, day in and day out. She had thought that her recent degree in business administration, paired with her relation to the governor of Stardew Valley, would’ve given her the upper hand amongst her peers for a more “hands on” job opportunity within the company.

Unfortunately, she was still stuck crunching numbers like the rest of them, an insignificant cog in the corporate machine.

“Well, Ms. Rivers,” the woman sneered, “you could actually do the job you were hired to do.” Ms. Boerhen pursed her lips and turned away sharply, presumably to bark at anyone else who appeared to be slacking off.

Bela let out a small sigh, her fingers gravitating towards her desk drawer where a letter from her grandfather was resting. Once again, Bela felt her thoughts wander as she sadly remembered her last visit to him.

It had been ten years since Bela had last been to Pelican Town, a quaint little farming community located in the heart of Stardew Valley. As a child, Bela remembered spending each summer frolicking in the fields of Riverland Farm, a massive expanse of farmland spread out on a vast variety of small islands. However, her last visit wasn't so happy.

Bela remembered being thirteen years old watching from the train window, the city fading into the countryside. Harsh lights were replaced with the glow of fireflies and cement gave way to worn-down dirt paths. Her parents were tense the entire train ride, her father especially. She remembered the way his jaw was clenched and the tight grip he maintained with her mother's hand. Unbeknownst to Bela, this was going to be the last time that she was going to see her grandfather alive.

Walking into the farmhouse, Bela remembered how frail her grandfather looked in his cot. He lifted his head and offered her a weak smile.

"My dear, Bela," his voice was barely above a whisper. Bela desperately tried to prevent any tears from escaping, but seeing the ghost of a man she remembered as being vibrant broke her young heart. Before she could break down, her father's voice boomed angrily.

"Why didn't you say anything sooner?!" Her father's voice shook slightly, though Bela could not tell if it was from rage or sadness.

"What difference," the old man responded coolly, "would that have made?"

Bela's mother placed a hand on her father's shoulder, a desperate attempt to calm him down.

"I do not wish to argue, Jacob," Bela's grandfather said, meeting his son's furious gaze. "I know that I've made mistakes. I just wanted to tell you goodbye and give you the chance to say the same." Suddenly, he bent over in a violent fit of coughing, forcing Bela's father's gaze to cool into concern.

“...and for you, my special granddaughter, I want you to have this,” he managed to choke out, handing Bela an envelope enclosed by a vibrant purple seal, bearing the Rivers family crest, a pair of swans facing each other with the phrase, a flumine perduraverit, written between them.

Before she had a chance to open it, Bela’s grandfather blurted out, “No, no, don’t open it yet...Have patience, my dear.”

Her grandfather smiled weakly before continuing on, “Now, listen close...There will come a day where you feel crushed by the burden of modern life, and your bright spirit will fade before a growing emptiness. When that happens, my child, then you will be ready for this gift. Now, let grandpa rest...”

A few weeks went by before her grandfather finally passed. Bela's father quietly had him buried on the property without a funeral and refused to go back. Or at least, until now.

While Bela sat at her desk bored, her parents were currently boarding a train to Pelican Town in order to find the proper documents to sell Riverland Farms. They planned to use the money to fund their retirement and help Bela get her own apartment.

I wonder what’s in the letter that Grandpa left me, Bela mused, swirling a pencil between her fingers. She let out an exasperated sigh and decided that it was finally time to begin her work. Not even five minutes into crunching numbers the phone on her desk began to ring.

“Good afternoon from Joja Corporations, this is Bela. How can I be of assistance?” Bela answered perkily, rolling her eyes at the spiel she was taught to spit.

“Bela Rivers,” a serious voice responded, “you are wanted in Mr. Jameson’s office.”

Bela immediately straightened up in her seat and her heart rate quickened as she realized that she was being summoned to her superior’s office.

Damn it, she cursed to herself. Ms. Boerhen ratted me out to the big boss.

Bela took a quick breath before replying calmly, “Of course, I’ll be right there.”

She quickly placed the phone back on the receiver and stood up, mentally preparing herself for a scolding for her less than desirable performance. As she walked down the hallway to Mr. Jameson's office, she silently began to berate herself for wasting such a golden opportunity. Her heels clicked loudly like the hands of a clock, counting down the seconds until she was out of a job.

As she stood outside of Mr. Jameson’s door, Bela closed her eyes briefly and knocked raptly.

“Ms. Rivers, you may come in.”

Bela pushed the door gently, surprised to see the amount of people in the office. At the giant desk made entirely of glass, sat Mr. Jameson, a stocky man dressed in a sharp, yet dull grey suit that matched his seemingly lifeless expression. Next to him, sat a meek looking woman in a similarly bland pantsuit who avoided looking in Bela’s direction. Across from them sat two men wearing long black coats over simple business casual wear. When she entered the room, the older of the two gentlemen stood up, clutching a gold badge in his right hand.

“Hello Ms. Rivers, my name is Detective Hanlon,” the man then gestured to his more youthful companion, “and my partner Detective Gaumond.”

“Detectives?” Bela questioned, wondering why the hell the police were getting involved with her lack of productivity. You can’t be arrested for being lazy, right?

“Yes, unfortunately Ms. Rivers, there seems to have been an accident on the tracks near The Mountain.”

Bela’s heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t believe what the detective was saying. “W-what? What happened?”

The younger detective briefly made eye contact with Bela, a genuine sadness in his eyes before he ducked his head.

“I’m afraid that your parents, Mr. Jacob and Mrs. Kiera Rivers, were both killed in the rockslide on their way to Pelican Town.”

The young detective stood up and gave her a pitying look, “I’m deeply sorry for your loss, Ms. Rivers. This has been an unfortunate accident. These types of natural disasters are completely unpredictable.”

It was as if Bela had been sucker punched right in the chest. She stood there in complete disbelief until a faint whisper of a memory tickled the back of her mind.

“Wait,” Bela said coldly, moving her eyes over to the two behind the desk who refused to meet her gaze, “hasn’t Joja been mining in The Mountain?”

Mr. Jameson quickly looked over at the woman to his side, a bead of sweat trailing down his temple. The woman sheepishly looked up, desperately trying to avoid Bela’s cool glare.

“Yes, they have,” she admitted, glancing over at the two detectives, “However, it is too early to say whether Joja’s mining directly contributed to the rockslide, seeing as that is a natural disa-”

“Bullshit!” Bela interrupted, her voice steadily raising in anger. “You KNOW that you killed my parents!”

“Settle down, Bela,” Mr. Jameson snapped, “This was just an unfortunate accident. You can take the week off to settle your affairs.”

“Take a week off?” Bela’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Is that all my parents’ lives were worth? That’s all I get? Not even an apology?”

“Ms. Rivers,” the woman quipped, “Joja Corporation is not liable for natural disasters. And as a Joja employee, you should remember that your contract states that you are not allowed to speak negatively about the company in any way.”

“I-Is that a threat?” Bela retorted, in shock at the audacity of this woman. “Are you threatening to sue me for telling the truth? That YOU killed my parents?!”

She shook her head angrily, not able to process the barrage of emotions hitting through her at that moment.

“You know what?” Bela spat, “I quit.” Bela turned on her heel, storming back to her cubicle.

Once there, she began grabbing all her personal items and shoved them into a cardboard box. When she finally got to the desk drawer that held her grandfather’s letter, she hesitated for a second before tearing the envelope open. Inside were two pieces of paper, the top one decorated with her late grandfather’s handwriting, saying:

Dear Bela,

If you are reading this, you must be in dire need of a change.

The same thing happened to my grandfather, long ago. He had lost sight of what mattered most in life; real connections with other people and nature. So, he decided to drop everything and move to the place where he felt like he truly belonged.

I’ve enclosed the deed to that place, my pride and joy: Riverland Farm. It’s located on the southern coast of Stardew Valley, between Ridgeside Village and Pelican Town. It’s the perfect place to start your new life.

This was my most precious gift of all, and now it is yours. I know that you will honor the family name, my child.

Good luck.

Love, Grandpa

P.S. If Lewis is still alive, say hi to the old guy for me, will ya?

Bela’s eyes welled up with tears as she glanced at the second paper, the deed of Riverland Farm. She rushed to gather the rest of her belongings and walked out of the corporate office for the last time.

Before Bela knew it, she was gazing out the window of the bus she was on, heading to her new home. The trees blurred together in a sea of green as Bela allowed herself to get lost in her thoughts.

Maybe, Bela sighed, this fresh start is just what I need.

The bus slowed down to a stop at a small crossroads. Once Bela exited the bus, she was approached by a cheerful redhead.

“Hello! You must be Bela,” she smiled warmly. “I’m Robin, the local carpenter. I don't know if you remember me, since it's been a few years since you've last visited, but I'm Sebastian and Maru's mom.”

Bela smiled back hesitantly, before memories of an awkward, spiky-haired emo wannabe flittered into her head. “Hi, Robin, it’s nice to see you again, though I was expecting Mr. Meyer.”

“Oh, Mayor Lewis sent me here to fetch you and show you the way to your new home. He’s tidying things up for your arrival.” Robin turned, and began walking down the dirt path, gesturing for Bela to follow. “The farm’s right over here, if you’ll follow me.”

Bela listened intently as Robin began to relay different stories of some of her most difficult jobs. After a few moments they approached the dilapidated Riverland Farm. Bela was astounded at how unkempt the land was, littered with overgrown patches of grass and rotting crops.

“Yeah,” Robin shyly rubbed the back of head, “this farm has definitely seen better days. However, there is still good soil underneath.”

Suddenly, the farmhouse door opened, and a kind older man stepped out with a head full of grey hair and a matching moustache.

“Ah, our newest farmer!” he chuckled lightly, “Welcome back, Bela! In case you've forgotten, I’m Lewis, the mayor of Pelican Town.”

His eyes twinkled mischievously, “You know, everyone’s been asking about you. It’s not every day that someone new moves in. And it's even rarer when someone comes back. It’s quite a big deal!”

Robin nodded in agreement. “With the increased taxes, more people have been leaving Pelican Town than staying.”

Mayor Lewis shot Robin a warning glance before continuing his welcome speech, “So, you’re moving into your grandfather’s old cottage.” He sighed deeply; eyes lost in thought as he remembered his old friend.

Bela offered him a gentle smile, “He mentioned that the two of you were old friends.”

Lewis returned the smile, “Yes, we were. Well, you've inherited a good house...very ‘rustic’.”

Robin chuckled, “Well, that’s one way to put it.”

“Oh, don’t be rude,” Lewis shook his head, “Don’t listen to her, Bela. Robin just wants you to hire her for upgrades.” Robin rolled her eyes playfully in response.

“Well,” Lewis directed his attention back to Bela. “You must be tired from your long journey. You should get some rest. Tomorrow, you ought to explore the Town Square and reintroduce yourself to some folks. The townspeople would appreciate that.”

With that, both Robin and Lewis took their leave of Riverland Farm.

Now, Bela thought, gazing at the acres of overgrown land. What the FUCK am I going to with all of this?

[calypsoff2]

Twelve

It took me a day to digest what Captain was trying to say to me and I think I get it, it’s a lot to hear when you feel you want something. I very much want to glue my family together; I want that but it’s not the right time and I get it now. Chris and I have spoken on things and he’s happy to let god guide us, I need to stop dwelling on what I haven’t got yet and just spend time with what I have got, my girls. But I am going to be home so much more and knowing what is next for me, I am excited to be going on this journey with Chris and whatever is to come but today is my anniversary so it’s about us and I am so excited to just have fun, I can’t believe I am married for nine years, going on ten next, I can’t believe it. I never imagined myself being married this long, or even getting married so young. I have achieved so much and that is thanks to my husband, he’s been my everything at this point. I can’t thank him enough for the love and support he gives me, I couldn’t have done this without him, and I hope he knows this “Chris” touching the back of his head, someone is knocking on the hotel room door. We kicked the butler out so who can it be, he’s knocked out asleep so he won’t be getting up to find out so I will have to do this myself. Tying the robe tightly around my body as I made my way to the door; I wanted him to go but he won’t get up of course. Dragging the door open and the first thing I see is flower “good morning Mrs Fenty-Brown, we come with gifts. Sorry, did we wake you?” Shaking my head stepping to the side, they both walked in with flowers, a whole bouquet of them actually “please put them on the table” letting the door close “most certainly” following behind then “Happy Anniversary and a Happy New Year to you both” I cooed out “thank you” that’s so sweet of them, I’m excited for today. I feel like we are going to have a good time being able to celebrate us, our marriage and just have a blast, sex of course but I need to wake Chris up.

Chris is dragging his feet, I want to open the card. It must be from Chris anyways, picking the card up and ripping the envelope open, he’s so sweet that husband of mine. Sending flowers in the morning, so thoughtful because flowers will always get you in a good mood, hopefully some diamonds “oh” I said seeing the front of the card, this is not what I expected, and a USB fell out of the card and onto the floor “what is it? I didn’t send these by the way” Chris admitted which made me confused, who the hell would send it if Chris didn’t “right?” Looking at Chris and he just shrugged and then leaned down to look at the card on the flowers “it’s from Rylee, Tianna and Imani” letting out an oh “and them?” I pointed, leaning down and picking the USB drive from the floor “Monica, Rorrey, Rajad happy anniversary” oh I didn’t know that “so just to confirm you haven’t sent me no flowers?” I pointed; Chris chuckled “no?” Pulling a face at him opening the card “happy anniversary Mommy and Daddy” I cooed out “my babies, they sent us this. Oh gosh. They sent a USB drive though” holding it up to Chris “we can use that on the MacBook” he took it from me “shall we watch it now” following behind him “I thought you sent this to me with a gift, so you got me nothing?” I need to ask again “just me babe, you should be blessed that you got me. I thought we wasn’t giving gifts?” Slapping his butt with the back of my hand, I couldn’t help it. It looked so juicy in the boxers as we reached the bedroom “but still” I mumbled, I mean he could have surprised me, he knows I love surprises and he didn’t even get me anything “before you cry, I’m not you. I got you something, I couldn’t do my wife like that now” I shrieked out jumping on the bed and hugging him “see what I mean about you, but I did now let’s see what this is” I am spoilt, and I love it.

I can’t stop touching Chris’ legs, my husband does spoil me, and I love that for me “you done yet?” He’s taking forever to do it, he ain’t good with computers and neither am I but he’s worse than me “I’m trying, oh wait it’s coming up” looking at the MacBook screen as it loaded, resting my head on Chris’ shoulder “you think my mother made them?” I have a feeling “momo Imani is taking over!” Tianna spat; oh my god it’s my babies “look at the girls” now I feel emotional “Imani, come on now” my mother picked her up and bought her back to the couch “now girls, come” my mother walked away from the camera “happy anniversary Rihanna and Chris” I gasped, they both giggled being ever so cheeky my daughters “stop it now, tell them how you miss them” Rylee waved at the camera “happy anniversary mommy and daddy you are old now, I miss you so much!!” I’m getting emotional, what is wrong with me “lots and lots we love you lots and we want you home so we can play games and we go with you” Tianna is looking at my mom “what is the best thing you love about dad and mom, come on girls” my mother said “one thing about dad first, Rylee you start” they are acting out these girls “he always gives me time” looking at Chris “he tells me I’m beautiful” Tianna added “where daddy?!” Imani would be the odd one “I love you daddy” Chris chuckled “let’s start with mom then girls “she is the prettiest ever!” Tianna shouted “oh na na” Imani started singing “she tells me that I can be what I want, and she was sad that time too” Rylee said, “mom and dad are the best” our kids are the best, bless their souls for this video “say bye now” my mother said “bye!!” the girls shouted, Imani quickly got up from the couch “I want daddy” she ran to the camera “hey” the video cut off “oh my god, our babies” I poked my lips out and rested my head on his shoulder “that got me choked up” Chris looked at me all teary eyed “we are so blessed, Captain is right. We are blessed” I am so lucky to have them.

Chris and I of course had to skype girls, after that video we had too “are you there yet mom? You know we can see up your nose” my mother and technology “don’t be silly, let me just see. I think they are here, Mel” oh Mel is there, I didn’t know that “Melissa, call the girls. Imani come here” the girls are running riot clearly “look who is here, my Imani. My baby” my mother sat down “can you see under my mother’ nose” I said to Chris, he just laughed “stop, that is the mother in law now” I chuckled “hi daddy, hi mommy” Imani waved “awww look at you, did momo change your hair?” she looks so sad “mother, did you do her braids again, she is in pain” my mother rolled her eyes “she needed, you are ok aren’t you?” Imani stuck her tongue out at Chris “I miss you mamacita, I love your hair” I can hear the other one “where are they?” Tianna said as she jumped on my mother “we called to let you know we saw the video, and I love it so much. Thank you so so much!” I chimed “you old now mom” rolling my eyes “girl please, you wish” they want me to be old “when are you coming home? Rylee is having a bath; she fell in dirt. We went on a walk” letting out an oh “is she ok?” I asked, I hope she isn’t sad “I think so, I will tell her you said hi, oh she did say love you” I cooed out “Chris looks tired, hope no more babies are being made” I snorted laughing “mother, please” what is she like, she needs to keep her thoughts to herself right now.

I thought I would look extra cute for my man today, he said he got me a gift but I don’t see shit being shown to me with that nigga of mine “oh my god” I said checking my husband out “you showing chest too?” Chris is wearing a black shirt with his top buttons open “my gold chain, I love this chain” Chris looks so handsome “you speak on my chest but ma’am your boobs are showing too and I don’t mind it, they all mine though” I grinned, Chris placed his arm around me “see, I told you Chris. I am yours, all of this is yours” Chris licked his lips, he is impressed “I can’t believe we been married this long, it’s just a blessing to be married to you” moving my head back “peck my lips lightly, do not wipe my lips from the lip gloss” Chris rolled his eyes and moved back “let’s take a picture” waving him over, I want the latest picture of and so that I can post us “god I can’t wait to get you naked Chris, I love when you have a tan too. The way it turns me on” Chris looks so good, he doesn’t understand how fucking handsome looks “wow, I am really getting my ass ate tonight” he is so annoying “in your dream’s nigga” he thinks I will do that with him “you mean you will eat my ass, don’t give me that shit” unlocking my phone, let me take this picture.

I clapped my hands together, then Chris handed me over a card. Staring at the card and then Chris “stop being ungrateful Robyn” he said a gift “this better be something cute” taking the card, Chris keeps looking at my boobs, I have caught him so many times which is making me laugh. This man is going to devour me, and I just can’t wait “are you done?” I said covering my boobs laughing “I am just admiring my wife but open it” pulling the card out of the envelope “I am joking with you, about the gift” I am saying that, but I would have liked a gift “I know you but read it, I have a little something. Read it out loud too” I sighed out, luckily this meal is private, so we got the beach to ourselves and just the sunset. Opening the card “oh wow, you wrote a lot Chris” I am impressed “let me be real with you Robyn, I didn’t get you anything because we said we would leave it for the ten year, so this card was last minute and I realised what we need, what is important to us and what you need. I feel like when you are home we should appreciate it, your birthday is around the corner too, so I wanted to write this thing for you” now I better get the napkins ready “you rushed this, the handwriting” Chris rolled his eyes at me “sorry, right. My twin, I have written a lot of cards for you and you probably sick of hearing the same thing, but being with Captain it’s made me open my eyes with a lot, at times I can be scared to admit things with you but the day with him and admitting what I did, it made me realise that you aren’t scary at all, you just care for me. To look in your eyes and just see the concern and care, nobody has ever cared for me like that. I see what is important to us, married for nine years, we should have been married for longer, life got in the way. Nine years, five kids” I choked out, putting the card down. I knew it with him, let me gather myself. Looking back down at the card “nine years, five kids. Birthed three and two in heaven, five kids for us is tame, we have to do more” I laughed out “I am so blessed to be a girl dad, I wasn’t appreciating what I have and Captain made me realise that, the gift I am giving is not just anything. The gift is that when you go overseas, me and the girls will be with you” my voice broke “I have been stubborn in wanting stability for them to be at home, what is home without mom” putting the card down “I promise you, we will move with you” that is it, he has set me of crying.

He is so annoying, now I am a mess “sorry” Chris chuckled “I didn’t mean to do that to you, sorry” he apologised again “don’t, like” I paused trying to compose myself “I always wanted to say this to you and I have always wanted my kids close, I have suggested things but I left it, I didn’t want to make it seem like I was putting you down, like I was not allowing you to be the man of the house so I just left it you know, I didn’t want to upset you, like you would say it’s always your way, you have to go, you’re leaving to pose half naked, like the arguments wasn’t worth it. Like you assume that I was ok with it, I didn’t miss my three kids, I did but I just didn’t want you to feel like it’s always my way. And this, it means the world to me, it’s the best gift you could have give me. Thank you” Chris chuckled “I am pretty stubborn, like nobody knows and sees that but I am very stubborn, nobody knows that. They think I am too soft on you and that I allow you to be away for so long, but they don’t know I am strict on you, hearing Captain saying what he said, he is right. We aren’t ready for a son, we aren’t appreciating what we got now and it’s wrong, I want us to work better instead of you being away from us, I can’t be without you for that long, fuck that anyways” I smiled so wide, he doesn’t understand what he has done, I am so happy “I don’t mean like if you going New York for a few days but if you are overseas like he said you are, I think it’s best if we just come with you, work through it as a family without being apart, makes you weaker, makes us weaker” this is amazing for me, I just hated being apart from them.

[coffeecomicsgalore]

Navigating the Chaos

Ao3

@adrinetteapril

Chapter 7: Homemade Gifts

After Alya’s little interrogation, Marinette and Adrien found each other in the hallway before walking into class together. He did ask her about the anime Marinette had mentioned on the fly, and Marinette happily explained the premise. He became interested in the storyline, especially given that he liked to consider himself the knight in his princess’s life, so the title definitely intrigued him when she had mentioned it earlier. He listened closely as she described some of the scenes, nodding along and deciding that it would be something he would thoroughly enjoy.

When they walked into the classroom and sat across from each other in their seats, the gaggle of girls noticed the change in their demeanor, yet chose to stay silent on the matter. They would just question Alya later to see if she had heard anything, or even just ask Marinette when she was alone during PE.

The rest of the morning went along fine. They sat beside each other in their classes and even focused on the joint assignment they were given the day before. When the lunch bell rang, Adrien turned to Marinette, a hopeful look in his eyes as he waited for her to finish packing.

“What are you doing for lunch, Marinette?”

“Huh?” She looked up from her bag, surprised that he had yet to leave. “Oh, uh, going home to eat.”

She finished zipping up her bag and shrugged them onto her shoulders, looking up at him with a smile.

“What about you?”

Adrien looked down and scuffed his shoe against the floor, looking up at her with slight hesitation. “Um. I was going to eat lunch in the cafeteria. Nino and Alya are going to a café today.”

“Oh.” She realized that he was eating alone and her heart couldn’t bear leaving him alone. “Why don’t you come over and eat at my house? I was going to snack and work on a sewing project, but you are welcomed to come over and put on a movie or play a video game. I just need to get this project done soon, so I need to focus on that. I hope that’s okay? I don’t want to be a lousy host.”

Adrien perked up at the invitation. “You aren’t a lousy host! If we are being honest, I’m the imposing houseguest. I don’t have to come. I can eat with Kim or Max. It’s not a big deal.”

“Adrien.” She called to him warmly, pressing her hand on his. “You are never an imposition.” She smiled, bringing a radiant smile on his lips. “Now let’s go. Food should be ready soon, and my sewing project will not sew itself.”

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Focus, Marinette! She scolded at herself, trying but failing to stitch the seam while Adrien fed her bits of her food. She was adamant about not being fed while working, but Adrien was extra adamant that he could feed her while she worked. His reasoning was that she didn’t have to stop sewing to eat her food, and that if she forgot to eat, her food would be cold by the time she finished sewing the outfit.

She couldn’t deny those were good reasons, but she could have enjoyed her meal with him first before working on the project. But his adamancy and his sweet smile made her choose to follow his lead, and now she was stuck in a predicament of her love interest feeding her food like they were at a romantic restaurant.

“Here,” he held out the fork with a small piece of chicken with broccoli. His hand was cupped underneath the food, ensuring that neither the floor or her commission would get dirty.

She bit into the food and chewed slowly, trying her hardest not to choke on the bite after noticing the fondness in his eyes for doing this. She swallowed and thanked him, then turned back to her sewing project to finish the last piece of the seam before cutting the thread and tying it off. She inspected her work before turning towards her array of spools, and frowned when she couldn’t find the correct shade of blue.

She looked around her table to find where she had placed it, but then noticed that there was a seam out of place on the project.

“Shoot.” She sputtered out, and Adrien turned towards her with concern.

“What’s wrong?”

“I thought I did this right, but a stitch is out of place. And I can’t find my blue spool.”

“It’s not that spool over there?”

“No. This one is a shade too dark. I need the light blue one. But I just need to fix this first.”

“Why don’t you go ahead and fix that. I’ll go get the spool.” Adrien got up and looked at the opposite end of the desk before turning towards the trunk. “Is it over here?” Adrien asked, looking towards the trunk as he said so.

Marinette was focused on removing the stitch to see what he was referring to. “Probably? I most likely have it attached to another commission. If you see it, can you bring the project over? I’ll remove the spool from the commission so I know where it goes.”

“Sure.”

Adrien walked near the trunk and noticed that there were a few commissions placed in baskets on the floor, but none were the color she was describing. He turned to the trunk and opened it, wondering if the commission was in there. But what he noticed was a large selection of gifts wrapped up nicely in the trunk, all addressed to him with Marinette’s name in a pretty flourish.

Adrien gasped and dropped the trunk’s lid in a panic, and Marinette turned towards the noise to see what was happening.

“Oh. Oh!” Marinette yelped out, jumping up and standing in front of the trunk to hide the surplus of gifts hidden in the trunk.

“Marinette?”

Marinette was about to sputter up a lie, ashamed of how foolish she had been for creating an array of homemade gifts until he was sixty years old, but the baffled look on his face just broke her heart. She just didn’t have the energy to lie to him anymore.

She carefully opened the trunk and took out the present that she was going to give him for his fifth names day this year. She looked at it solemnly, handing the wrapped present to him with a shy expression.

“Here.” She said as he lifted his hands to accept the gift, his eyes passing between her and the gift as if it was a bomb about to go off. “Open it. I made this for you. I mean. I made all of these for you.”

“All of them?” He whispered, his heart beating rapidly as he understood the reasoning behind the gifts.

“Yeah… all.” She chuckled lightly, an embarrassed flush coating her cheeks in response. “I got a little excited with my crush on you, that I spent some of my free time making you gifts for the next fifty years?”

Adrien swallowed thickly as he stared at the gift in his hand, handing it back to her so she could take it back.

“I’m sorry.” She said, dejectedly, knowing that this topic could put a stop to their partnership and friendship for the weirdness alone.

“Why are you sorry?” He whispered, worrying his bottom lip as to what she was about to say.

“You don’t want it. You’re handing it back. It’s weird, I know, and I understand if you don’t want to be my friend anymore—”

“No!” Adrien shouted back at her, wanting her to stop her self-depreciating tone. “No. I love it! It’s sweet that you made all these for me. No one…” his tone lowered, a sad strain holding back a sob, “no one has made me anything like this. Not even my dad.”

“Oh, Adrien.” She frowned, dropping everything to hug him and make him feel wanted. “Open it. It’s yours.”

Adrien shook his head no, handing her back the gift. “No. I want you to take this back. I would love it if you could give this to me on all those important dates and moments so I know I have something amazing to look forward to.”

Marinette grinned, pressing her hand to his cheek. “Okay, minou. And if you ever want something to cheer you up, you are welcome to get what ever you want from there. Just let me know so I can watch you open it.”

“Thank you.” Adrien smiled back, placing his hand on hers. “Thank you for being you.”

[dying-artist-yes]

Memories of Love

Mom, if you thought I wasn’t going to write something for Lucifer’s birthday then you were wrong.

Also, for anyone who’s reading this without virtually any context, Lucifer and Remi aren’t married yet. She made a joke before they were dating about auditioning to be his wife and they’ve been rolling with it ever since. He calls her wife, she calls him hubby. 

Have a nice day

Also, the Demon King bless this card and as well as the UR for his birthday. I am eternally sad I cannot get it because I don’t have my phone

Ily mum @alyssoujo​

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Remi has been shut in her room for hours now and her friends couldn’t help but worry just a little. They knew why she was in there but she hadn’t eaten and they had a small doubt that she hadn’t slept either. You see, Lucifer’s birthday was in 2 days and she had been ripping her hair out trying to figure out what she could get him while she was stuck here. Late into the night, Avalon had heard wails coming from her room and he just tried to get some sleep while she suffered over what she could do for her husband. 

“Oh for the love of Father this trip couldn’t have been put at a worse time... I WANTED TO BE THERE FOR HIS BIRTHDAY.” Was what the 3 people listening in on her heard as they pulled away from her door. “Are we sure they won’t open the portals to let any of us return?” Avalon asked while looking at the other 2. “They refused us rather adamantly so no, we cannot send the suffering fallen angel back to the Devildom for her lover’s birthday.” Lucian said with a soft sigh as Ritsu nodded. “I would have liked to return for my anniversary with Diavolo but alas, I could not.” Ritsu said with a soft sigh. “Must be nice to be single and not miss your lover 24 hours a day.” Lucian said and Avalon nearly choked on air when he heard that. 

The duo raised a brow at this but decided to question him later as Remi could be heard coming towards the door. They pulled away and the door swung open to reveal a disheveled Remi with slight dark circles under her eyes. So they were right about her not sleeping. “Help me...” Remi said quietly as she hid her face in her hands. “I have been driving myself crazy trying to think of what I could do for Lucifer’s birthday and... nothing. I thought I would be there in person and spend the day with him but I just can’t think of anything now that that plan has gone out the window. I can’t even call him!” Yes, she wasn’t taking this particularly well.

“I’m sure we can think of something to do for him and we’ll get help from the Little Ds if needed! I am sure I can gather a few to help us get things from here to Lucifer. It’s how I sent my video to Diavolo after realizing I can’t text him.” Ritsu said, trying to cheer up Remi who just sighed in response and looked at her hands. “His birthday is tomorrow and I’m so very unprepared for it... There isn’t even much I can do...” She sighed softly before wobbling a little. Avalon sighed and wrapped an arm around her to steady her. “Get some rest first. A gift won’t come to you if you’re sleep deprived. If you think of something, let us know how we can help with it.” Avalon said as Lucian and Ritsu nodded in agreement. 

“Yes, please get some rest Remi. You’ve got a bit of time still to make something for him but you can’t do that if you’re not well rested.” Lucian said and he was prepared to repeat this point until she agreed. Remi sighed, too tired to contest them. “Alright... I will go and get some sleep. Maybe I’ll see something in my dreams. I’m sorry for worrying you all...” She said, going to dip her head and instead falling forward. Avalon’s eyes widened and he tightened his hold around her to keep her from falling face first into the floor. “Damnit woman. Why are you like this?” He sighed and picked her up. “I can walk Avalon...” She muttered in protest.

“Yes, you normally can but not at this moment so just let the man carry you into your room.” Ritsu said and Remi once again sighed, too tired to contest them still. “Fine... Wake me up in 8 hours... I would like to have time to actually get his gift together...” She said before yawning and closing her eyes, leaning her head against Avalon’s chest. “We will, don’t worry. Sweet dreams Remi.” Lucian said as Avalon gave both of them a nod before taking Remi back into her room so she could rest in her bed. Once the door had closed, Lucian and Ritsu looked at each. “So, we agree to try and find something for Remi to give as a gift to Lucifer while she sleeps?” Lucian asked as Ritsu nodded. “Yes. An inspiration even would be better than watching her drive herself insane trying to find a gift for him.” She said before humming in thought. “We could bake a cake?” 

“If we were there, maybe but I feel like she’ll just get more depressed over the fact that she can’t be there with him when he has it.” 

“Fair. Hm... a drawing? A drawing of the two of them? That’s another thing she’s been somewhat suffering with. She calls it art block.”

“We can suggest it. It’ll at least give her a starting point with his gift.” 

“... A letter.”

“A letter?”

“Yes. She should write him a letter. She wrote him a few when she was away from him before. This way, she can communicate her feelings to him even if he’s not here and not be completely depressed about it.” Ritsu suggested and Lucian thought about it before humming in agreement. “I suppose that would work. Though I can’t help but feel that she’ll think it’s not enough...” He said and Ritsu thought about it for a while. “Let’s keep the drawing and letters in mind for when she wakes up. So long as we remember we can have it delivered, there are a few things she can send him.” Ritsu said before yawning a little and stretching. 

“Tired already huh...?” The orange haired female sighed and Lucian reached over to pet her head. “You’ve been out of bed for a while now. Go and rest. I’ll call you and Avalon once lunch is ready, okay?” He said with a soft smile as Ritsu gave him a small smile in return and nodded. With this, Ritsu returned to her room and Lucian made his way over to the kitchen to make lunch. 

Avalon had decided to stay with Remi as she slept to ensure she was well rested. He had the ability to ensure people had good dreams after all. “I understand you stressing over your gift to Lucifer but he wouldn’t want you to get yourself sick over his gift.” He said quietly with a soft sigh as he looked towards Remi’s sleeping form. “Must be nice to be single huh... I should reach out to him... I miss you Raziel...” He muttered as he pulled out his D.D.D and turned it on to see the picture of Raziel from when they had made flower crowns together. “Perhaps a letter to him would be nice...”

With this, he turned off his D.D.D and pulled out a book to read while Remi rested. He had a few books just in case since he would be here for at least 8 hours. He may as well keep himself entertained while he is here. He would write his letter to Raziel later.

After about 9 hours, Remi woke up. She slowly sat up and stretched, feeling much better than she did when she had fallen asleep. She looked to the side and saw Avalon had fallen asleep on the chair that was usually by the desk in her room. She reached over and carefully pulled out the book from his lap before turning to see what he was reading. It was a story she recognized. It was a story taking place in a fictional setting where two countries were at war and between this, a noble from one side came across one of the dukes of the other by chance and the two fell in love. She enjoyed romance books a lot, no matter how cliched or bad. She found them charming and now that she had fulfilled her own romance, she found them even more charming.

‘A book...’ She thought as she stared at the book cover. “A book detailing our love story...! Yes!” She said excitedly and Avalon startled awake at the sudden proclamation. “Is... Is everything alright...?” A sleepy and slightly disoriented Avalon asked as he turned to look at her, to which Remi returned a nervous smile. “Sorry about that. It’s just that... I finally had an idea for a gift!” She said excitedly and Avalon gave her a small smile. “Told you sleeping would help...” He muttered before yawning and stretching a little. “What’d you think of...?” 

“I’m going to make a small book, a picture book, and it will be the story of our love story!” She was practically glowing because of how happy she was with the idea. “You sure you have enough time to do so...?” He asked, a yawn following immediately after. “I’ll just have to make it work. So long as I can get it to him before the 7th, I’ll be happy.” She said happily. “I’m already thinking about how I can shorten it but still make it meaningful. Hopefully this works out.” She said before stretching a little. As she did so, her stomach grumbled. She blushed out of embarrassment and Avalon chuckled softly. “Lucian made dinner for you too. Come on, let’s go heat it up so you can eat it.” He said as he stood up from the chair and Remi nodded before getting off from her bed as well. 

The two of them had gone to the kitchen so Remi could eat her dinner and plan how the story was going to go as well as what materials she would need for this. Lucian and Ritsu had fallen asleep by then and had left Remi a note about what they had thought of. “Should I write a letter as well?” She asked, looking up at Avalon while nomming on the pasta that Lucian had made for her. “I don’t see why not. I’m sure he’d like to hear from you in some way.” Avalon hummed while sipping on some apple juice. “From what you’ve told me, I really think he would like to hear from you and know that you’re alright.” Yes, Remi talks about Lucifer a lot and as the person closest to her in terms of rooms, Avalon is the one who gets his ear talked off. Don’t worry, Lucian gets his ear talked off about Diavolo.

“Alright. I will write a letter to accompany the book. I really hope he’ll like it...” She said with a soft sigh. “He’s liked the gifts I’ve given him so far, even the somewhat silly ones, and I’m really hoping that doesn’t change now...” She finished eating and plopped her head down on the table. “Remi, I’m sure he’ll like it. He likes most things you give him. Unless it’s a joke gift but you knew he wouldn’t like those.” Avalon said with a soft chuckle as Remi nodded. “Yeah. That’s true... Now that I’m done eating, I should get to work on the book. I don’t have any time to waste.” She said as she got up and was about to grab her plate when Avalon took it instead and shook his head. “I’ll do the dishes. You go start work on your book.” He said as he got up from the table and walked over to the sink.

“You sure you don’t need help?” Remi asked as she looked at the back of the tall angel. “I’ll be fine doing a few dishes Remi. Go. You yourself said you have no time to waste.” He said with a soft chuckle and Remi nodded at this before making her way to her room. The very first thing she did was that she started writing. She needed a script that she would follow while drawing. It wasn’t too hard for her to write down everything and the entire time, she was smiling like the love sick person she is. She was going to send this to him no matter what. 

It took her quite a bit of time for her to write everything down but now that she had, she immediately got to work on drawing. She knew she wouldn’t have time to do full, detailed drawings so instead she opted for chibis. It may look sillier but to her, it didn’t matter. She had drawn chibis for him on the notes she left for him on almost every occasion so she knew he did not mind them. Once again, she knew this would take a while but she accepted that and continued drawing. At some point through the night, Avalon brought her a cup of coffee so she could keep working and then come morning, Lucian and Ritsu took over the duty of helping her and making sure she’s alright.

It wouldn’t be until 12 PM on the day of Lucifer’s birthday that she would finish but she was more than happy with the product. She’d put it together and even given it a title; “Memories of Love”. These were, to her, some of the most precious moments they spent together whether they be good or bad. She put them all together in chronological order in this book in the form of a story. Once she’d finished up the final touches on the dark blue hard cover of the book, she carefully placed it on her desk while she got around to writing his letter. While she writes the letter, let’s go through her creation.

Of course, the chibis were all modeled after people she met and they were named as such as well. She felt that she should have probably asked about using their names in the book but couldn’t exactly reach out to them. So she’d say sorry about not asking permission first later. 

The very first thing she had drawn was when she first arrived in the Devildom. That was when she first saw him after all. She was occupied with helping two people who had now become her friends, Sinclair and Mizuki, but Lucifer was still the first to catch her eye. The Avatar of Pride, standing beside Diavolo as he spoke to them before speaking to them himself. She remembered noting that he had a nice voice. She had drawn 3 things for this; in the first one she is with chibi Mizuki and Sinclair, the second one she is with them still but her attention had now been drawn to chibi Lucifer and finally, the third drawing was her thinking she liked his voice.

After this, she mentioned that Lucifer had guided her and Aki to where she once lived; Purgatory Hall. She didn’t live there anymore since Lucifer had asked her to move in. They didn’t interact much so she didn’t put too much focus on it and instead moved on to the next time they interacted; When she had taken dinner to him. She remembered she had gone to the House of Lamentation for God knows what reason and had met up with Lucian there. Then they helped make Leviathan make dinner and side note, she made sure to put lots of detail into him Leviathan because she is very fond of him. Anyways, she had accompanied him to the dining hall where most people had come but Lucifer hadn’t so she had brought him dinner. That interaction wasn’t very long but to her, it was the interaction that started it all. That got her on his radar, even if by a little.

Of course, the next time she saw him wasn’t exactly, uh, the best since it was when he and Satan had a small little argument in the Royal Library while Satan was tutoring them. She had been frightened by him a little in all honesty but that hadn’t deterred her from trying to get him to know better. If anything, she now had seen another side to him so her knowledge grew. In-between this and the last interaction, she had also gotten a picture of him to use as reference for a sketch because she couldn’t quite get his eyes right.

The interaction she had taken the time to write and draw out was when she took dinner for him again. This time because she and Sinclair had made it together and she wanted to see if Lucifer liked their creation or not. She had been very happy to see that he did and she even wrote and drew the conversation because, to her, this is probably when she first realized that she had slowly started falling for him. They had shared a few intimate moments here, the nickname “My dearest” originated here, this is where she realized she would do anything to see him smiling and even Lucifer had said that she may have charmed him that night although she did no such thing. She just talked to him.

After this denial ran strong but she’d made a bento for him. She originally wanted to give it to him in RAD but he’d gotten too busy to go so while he was away, she snuck into into his office and placed the bento down on his desk. She had even left a small note and this is where her nickname “wife” had originated because she made a “joke” about auditioning as his wife in the note. He never let her live it down and now it’s just her permanent status. She’s his wife in everyone’s eyes but the law’s. 

Then came the pinacle of her denial; platonic homemade chocolate. She cringed as she wrote this and died on the inside as she recalled this but she had made chocolate with 4 of her friends, Fiona, Chizuko, Celestina and Mizuki, for Valentine’s Day and her chocolates were for Lucifer. Of course, she harbored feelings for him at the time and she knew this but she refused to admit and thus was born platonic homemade chocolate. She had made them shaped like the symbol of Pride and even made them blue as well as making them out of dark chocolate. A lot of effort for what is supposed to be platonic. 

Of course, she never got around to giving him the chocolates because a Little D stole them and delivered them for her. However, what she hadn’t expected was chocolates and roses from Lucifer. He had sent white and blue roses to her room with chocolates as well as a note requesting that she spend more time with him as she had promised him tea time. He’d also sent her art supplies and the finishing move was the P.S on the note that said:

“You will make a good wife. Someday.”

She thought he meant in general, not that she’d make a good wife for him. Also, the request for them to spend more time together came from the fact that she had been avoiding him after catching feelings. She didn’t think he reciprocated them so she wasn’t going to let him know. 

Of course, due to a teeny weeny lie she had spoken about not liking Lucifer, she had been in pain because angels cannot lie. Thankfully, it didn’t last long and by the time Lucifer had come to her for a Valentine’s Date, she had recovered.

No, she hadn’t expected Lucifer to appear at her doorstep. He had come to tell her that she could have just given her chocolates to him in person and to ask about his gift to her. She explained how a Little D stole them and took them to him instead and that she actually was going to take them to him. Then, just when she thought he’d be leaving, he asked if she had any plans for this day of Hearts. Upon hearing she has none, he asked her if she could join him on a troll and dinner. A date if you will. She remembered malfunctioning at this but she said yes and thus started the creation of one of her favorite memories with him.

He had taken her to the carnival that was happening at the time and the very first thing they did while there was go into the mirror maze. She had him chase her around the maze and promised him a kiss on the cheek and a date if he won. Of course, Lucifer won and he got his kiss. The date would be for later. After this, they went on the roller coaster. She was very scared at first but with Lucifer there, the fear slowly went away and she instead had fun while on the ride. Of course at the end of it, while she was trying to get out. she tripped on the seat Lucifer had been sitting in and crashed against his chest. This date is her favorite for many reasons and this was one of them. Of course, Lucifer had taken the chance to tease her and she, because being teased by Lucifer can be overwhelming sometimes, stopped him, kissed his nose and then continued walking. Of course, Lucifer had been surprised by the gesture but he did not let the surprise last long as he took ahold of her hand once again and uttered these words;

“Even if you do get lost, I swear I will find you. Every time.”

Back then, she thought she’d never get to see him again after returning to the Celestial Realm so she wanted to deny any and all feelings but how could she when he was being like this? Anyways, after this, they enjoyed some Takoyaki together. While they ate Takoyaki together, Remi offered to make dinner for him on certain days since he seems to not be very keen on eating it sometimes and he said he’d accept but only on the condition that she would eat with him. The bento was, of course, also brought up and along with that came the wife audition.

She was already flustered about it and Lucifer made it worse by saying that should she actually try, he would accept her application and while he was teasing, he was not joking. He meant it. In the end, she got too flustered and ran away but Lucifer caught her pretty quickly because he runs much faster than this 5′4 angel can. They sat down on a nearby bench afterwards and that’s when Valentine’s magic really kicked in. After ensuring that she was well enough to continue their date, Lucifer had asked her where she would like to go next and she, of course, suggested the Ferris Wheel since they were there anyways.

Turns out Lucifer had planned to take her there anyways and surprisingly, it was empty. Now that she thought back to it, she was fairly certain that everyone who was in front of them simply ran away after seeing Lucifer but, of course, she had been too busy admiring Lucifer to notice. She had struggled with drawing the Ferris wheel a little for this portion but she was happy with the final product she had made. Valentine’s Day magic was in full swing and this was anything but platonic.

The two of them got on and talked about their terms of endearment for each other at the time, Angel and Dearest. During this, she had made the mistake of saying “However will anyone else compete if such a man were to claim my heart~” and in response to her he had said, with a smirk on his face;

“Will you allow me to claim your heart then?”

Mission failed successfully. She didn’t know what to say in all honesty until she remembered the upcoming masquerade ball. She told him that if he could find her during the masquerade ball, she would give him her answer. Yes, this was all because she was in denial. She too is cringing as she wrote this and drew something for this scene but it did lead to something very romantic so she didn’t mind it completely. In response to this, he once again made her heart race by saying;

“I promise that I will find you. Even if you try to run away from me.”

He had kissed her hand when he said this and by God, she remembered blushing so hard during that but... she slowly started giving up on trying to be in denial and slowly started accepting that she liked him and that... he liked her. 

“You've taken up the responsibility to find me when I am lost and bring me home, to you... I hope you find me again, just as you did in that maze without sensing my presence...”

“Of course, I will find you and bring you home, to where you belong, with me.”

She would forever remember this conversation. Even if she forgot all else, she didn’t want to forget this. After this, he greeted her with the most beautiful smile she’d ever seen. God, her liking this man was an understatement. 

“It seems while my home may be Purgatory Hall, my true home is wherever you are...”

“I am glad that you finally accepted that, angel.”

“Well, it is hard to accept something when you are supposed to be platonic but are hearing and saying romantic things...”

“I do not recall ever saying that this is platonic.”

You see, she walked in with the “Everything is Platonic” mindset so she kind of just turned a blind eye towards everything that could possibly count as being romantic but by now, it had all been thrown out the window. You can only stay blind for so long.

“Do you now understand how I feel? Or should I tell you a secret, dear angel?”

“I-I suppose I will take the secret...” 

“Do you know why I feel so fond of you?”  

She had shook her head because she genuinely did not know. Denial does that to you. 

“I do not know how to properly phrase this myself but with the times that I have the pleasure of being grace by your presence, I find myself at ease. I find myself wanting to open up and tell you everything.” 

“I am aware that this comes a surprise to you as I am currently not the dearest Avatar of Pride that you are accustomed to but you make me want to be honest with myself for once.”

She remembered tearing up as she listened to him. She couldn’t quite say why but she had teared up. The floodgates had been throw open and she had all but poured her heart out to him. These were some of the scenes where she didn’t use chibis but instead drew them as she would normally. She felt that using chibis wouldn’t do it justice. 

“I did not mean to make you cry, dear angel. I wish you nothing but happiness and I wish for it to be with me. Let me make you happy. Let me make you feel at home. Let me treat you the way that you should be treated.”

“T-They're happy tears silly... E-Even if you didn't realize it, every moment I've spent with you is a precious memory... I-I just kept fighting everything because I was afraid...”

“T-This will be cruel but... come find me in the sea of masks, my Morningstar... F-Find me so we may be reunited...”

“I shall find my way to you, dear angel. If that is what it will take for me to have you, I am willing to do that and more.”

She couldn’t have been happier and he seems to be happy as well but she knew that before he came looking for her, he’d have to know her biggest secret and so, she revealed it to him; she was an angel who had been forced to fall from grace halfway and remain like that in order to remind angels not to commit the same sin as her; the sin of meddling in a human’s life, of keeping them from dying.

Lucifer had, of course, been livid but she tried to calm him down. Thinking back, she felt silly for thinking that that would deter him for some reason but she thought he should know. Of course he accepted her. If there was anyone in the world who would, it was him. He had even said she needn’t return there. Honestly, she would gladly stay here with him. She was happy with him, with her friends. They talked about her state and if he could do anything to change it. She didn’t know but she said she was more than okay with staying like this so long as she could stay with him.

Lucifer told her she could come to him whenever she needed and soon, the ride came to an end. After this, she asked to head home and of course, he offered to walk her home. She yielded pretty quickly since she knew she wouldn’t win against him. And so, the two of them started walkig back to Purgatory Hall. At this point, Remi had gone back to using chibis.

During this walk, they talked about the date that Remi had decided to plan and after discussing when they could do it, Lucifer dropped this bombshell on her;

“You just have passed the first part of your audition as my wife. How does that make you feel?”

This was because she was considerate of his schedule and understanding that he couldn’t always be free. This escalated to teasing and the poor thing turned into what is now known between the two of them as a charming tomato. However, then came this;

“I will stop now but I did mean every single word I said, and I will mean every single one that I will say.”

“I-I appreciate your words to me... I-I will do my best to try and rely on you more, Lucifer...” 

“I rarely say this but, thank you, Remi.” 

“I should be thanking you Lucifer...” 

“For what exactly? I told you that I am doing this because I want to, I want this.” 

“Even if you are doing this because you want to... I am still overjoyed that you want... me. You want me. I-I still cannot wrap my head around how someone like myself could do so much for someone such as yourself and be graced with the most beautiful smile ever known b-but... It brings me joy... So thank you for that... Thank you for accepting me... For taking up the mantle of finding me were I to ever be lost... Thank you for everything you've done and are willing to do...”

“If you do want to show how grateful you are then, lean on me, depend on me, tell me everything, accept the fact that you too deserve happiness and that I can provide that, stay by my side. Those are all I ask of you.” 

“I think I can do that... As long as you do the same Lucifer. I will do every single of those things and more if you promise to do your best to do the same. I will not expect you to share everything with me but at least... if something is bothering you then tell me. Rely on me when things are becoming too much for you to bare and I will do the same... As for the last one...I would love to stay by your side for as long as you will keep me by your side... I would love for nothing more...”

Then came the best part of the night. She had changed from chibis to detailed characters. Their faces were very close and upon seeing this, Lucifer had silently asked for permission to kiss her. In response, she had wrapped her arms and kissed him. He had, of course, kissed her back. She had originally wanted to kiss him before they parted at Purgatory Hall but this was fine as well. After this, they continued walking as Purgatory Hall had come into view.

Once they were, the chibis now ack, she turned to look at him and smiled at him, thanking him for the wonderful date and before they parted, he asked her to be his date for the ball. She, of course, agreed but made sure to remind him that they would part so she could hide from him.

“I am aware of that but I still wish to ask you to come with me. It brings me comfort to know that, despite being apart, you are still mine.”

“That is something that will never change Lucifer. No matter how far apart we may be, the iron grip you now have on my heart will not be loosened any time soon and I would not want it to loosen.”

“I am...glad. Your words bring me nothing but joy. Remi, I..., thank you, for making me feel this way.”

“It is the least I can do for you Lucifer. I am glad that I can make you feel such a way.. Take care.”

“I will and I ask you the same, Remi. Have a good night.”

With that and a final kiss, they parted ways.

The next interaction was 3 days after the date where Remi rolled out of her bed and woke up by landing face first onto her floor. After somewhat waking up, she had decided she missed hearing Lucifer’s voice and ended up calling him after crawling back into bed. During this call, she screamed into her pillow at least 2 times and by the end of it, she rolled out of bed again. They agreed to meet up at his office with a drink she had decided to make for him and that was the next interaction. Oh yes, she also called him Hubby while half asleep.

So. she had arrived with Hell’s Coffee, the coffee that gets more bitter the more you love the person you’re making it for. 

“It is a bit bitter than usual but I prefer it that way. You just passed stage two, dear angel.”

Yes, chibi Remi died while chibi Lucifer was being smug. As they talked, Lucifer asked Remi to come closer and she went and sat on his lap while blushing because she knew he meant this. They talked about her actually passing the audition and she said that she wouldn’t be ready for it because you can’t exactly be ready for your partner putting a ring on it. They talked a little more before they shared another passionate kiss after which Remi, once again, poured her heart out to Lucifer;

“I cry when overwhelmed sometimes and with you, it's just... so much happiness... Even the smallest gestures from you... I think, the first day we met I told you that I'd be willing to bear with all your teasing if it meant seeing you smile... I meant it... I mean it now... I will do anything to keep you happy... I do not know if I can give you even a fraction of what I feel but... I will be damned if I don't try. To see you happy makes my entire day better, Lucifer... You came clean to me about why you adore me so... here's mine... Before you, due to my unfortunate circumstance, most prospective partners did not consider me no matter how ever beautiful they may see me as because I have fallen from grace. You're the first person to consider me... Everyone here... tried to get to know me... and you went a step further and considered me as a prospective partner... Is it strange that I have a similar dream to some human women...? To have a partner to welcome home and keep happy...? I hope not... That is the dream I wish to achieve with you...”

“My dear angel, Remi, is it not strange at all, do allow yourself to wish that and I will grant that wish. I want nothing but your happiness and to know that I am able to grant you that makes me desire to provide you with that even more. Your previous partners were blind to not see what beauty lies in front of them but I do appreciate them for not being able to as it lead you straight to me.”

Both of them were in very fluffy mood so they just talked about her staying with him for a little while longer before Remi brought up the ball. She told him that before he comes to find her, he should finish up any business he had before coming to find her because she wanted his undivided attention. In actuality, it was because she had wanted him to take his time with the dance he had promised her friend, Fiona. She did not want to be on his mind when Fiona was the one he should have been focusing on. After reassuring him that she wouldn’t run away. 

They had spent quite a few hours together so she asked to take her leave and Lucifer let her and they parted with these words;

“The next I see you will be at the ball, hopefully. I look forward to seeing you, dearest.”

“Surely, not hopefully, dear.”

The day after they met was the masquerade ball and Remi had gone to the ball with her friends so as to avoid Lucifer for as long as she could. She had changed her hair color from half white and half black to fully black so Lucifer would have a harder time finding her. Once the dancing started, she went up and observed all her friends. Some of them were dancing with their dates and she was happy for them. 

She then noticed a lady with pink hair and a man with black hair dancing. It was the same man she had seen before and she recognized the accessories on the girl. It was Lucifer and Fiona. She smiled when she saw that he had kept his promise to her. The promise to take his time and finish anything he had decided to do first before coming to find her. A Thousand Years was playing and all the couples looked so very happy to be with each other. 

“I'll love you for a thousand more...~”

She wished she could dance to this song with him, as evident by the lonely look on her chibi self’s face but she was happy for her friend. However, she blinked as the song repeated itself and blinked once again when she saw Lucifer pull away from Fiona. Seems he had decided to come find her now. Worried that he would spot her, she quickly ran towards the balcony behind her. Just as she did this, her hair changed back to being half white and half black and this did not escape chibi Lucifer’s vision.

He had gone up to the balcony and called out to her. At this point, Remi had once again transitioned to making more detailed, realistic drawings of them rather than chibi. She turned to look at him. He’d come to find her, just like he had said he would.

The both of them removed their masks and once they reached each other, Lucifer asked to dance with her. Just as he told her that he would surely find her, she had made sure to not run away. She may be a coward at times but she wouldn’t run away after promising him her answer at this ball. The two of them slowly danced to a Thousand Years while talking to one another. After a minute or two, it was finally time for Remi to give her answer to him officially;

“Then as promised, you shall receive your reward for finding me.” 

“I love you Lucifer. I truly and deeply love you... You are my home and where you are is where I belong, as you have told me my place is by your side... Thank you for accepting this... being who falls on neither side... Thank you for trying to come to know me... For staying... For coming to find me... For even promising to find me... Thank you for every bit of happiness you have given me every moment you have spent and making me feel... normal. No matter where I may be, who may take me from you, I swear to return to you through any means necessary my bright, shining Morningstar... The man I love is you and it will forever remain you, even if someday you may not keep me by your side. Until that day arrives, I will keep you as happy as I can. I will give you as much love as I can... I-I will forever be grateful that I have come to meet you and that I told you my feelings today... S-So even if something were to happen to me, I-I would not have any regrets other than not being able to stay by your side...”

“Remi... Thank you... For telling me how you feel, I am just truly glad that you feel that strongly about me. I... feel the same way. While I may not be able to say it to you tonight, will you wait for me until I am ready? I will make sure that it will be worth it. For the radiant you who I will willingly give everything.”

“I will wait a thousand years if I have to... For one such as yourself, I am willing to wait any amount of time... Take your time... As much time as you need... So long as there is a light at the end of the tunnel...” 

“You do not need to wait for a thousand years, my angel. You wound me.”

She thought that would be all but he surprised her once again as he continued speaking;

“I do believe it is my turn now? I would like to ask something of you and I would prepare if the answer would be a positive one.”

“What did you wish to ask me...?”

He looked around for a bench and gently guided her there and sat her down before grabbing her hand as he knelt in front of her.

“This is a sign of my devotion to you, Remi. For you are the only one who can bring the Avatar of Pride to his knees willingly. So I ask of you, this is bound to happen since we do know what you are auditioning for...”

“Will you be my lover?”

Remi blinked, blinked some more, blinked some more before turning into a charming tomato. 

“L-L-L-L-Lover...?” 

She was really saying it to herself so she could process the fact that Lucifer was in front of her, on his knees willingly, asking her to be his lover. The dam has broken, let the waterworks begin. She laughed and smiled brightly at Lucifer. 

“Y-Yes! Y-Yes I will!” 

She worked on wiping her tears away as she laughed and cried at the same time. They were happy tears. She was not expecting this in the slightest but it was more than welcome.

The ball would forever be her fondest memory of the two of them together. She loved it so very much.

After this, the book had basically ended as the next few bits were not written as part of the story but rather as references to events that had happened up until the present time. The football game, her falling completely, moving in with him, some of the times they cuddled, the threat to her life, their trip to Japan on her birthday, everything she thought to be a key event she drew one picture for and described. 

At the very end of the book, she had drawn a picture of chibi her in front of the Wall of Love making a heart towards him with the words;

“Je t’aime. Je t’adore. Tu es l’amour de ma vie. Mon coeur bat la chamade pour toi.”

For those who do not speak french:

“I love you. I love you. You are the love of my love. My heart beats loudly for you.”

Now that the tour of the book is done, let us go and see if Remi is done writing the letter. 

Remi was on her second piece of paper as she wrote her letter to Lucifer and was singing a song, which one of her 3 roommates was recording on a video recorder to send to Lucifer;

“On the other end of the long road, I’m always thinking of you...

It feels just like yesterday, I’ll never forget our meeting...

At the other end of the long road, I’ll be able to see you if you’re there...

Protecting this unchanging love, yes, I’ll never forget it...

Oh, even if time stops flowing because of this loneliness...

Oh, every road will still lead to you...

In this place where I can easily discard sorrow, 

I can’t see you, colored in tears.

But I just want to deliver my living form right now to you.

On the other end of the long road, I still can’t see our world.

I will continue to survive without losing my way.”

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 “If I look back, I’ll surely see the difference between our paces.

So I won’t let go of our intertwined destinies just yet.

Oh, humans treasure memories out of anxiety.

Oh, unknowingly allowing everyday realities to accumulate.

I’ll be afraid when the sunlight tomorrow turns into night but...

The thought of us will never lose~ never lose~!

On the other end of the long road, I’m always thinking of you.

It feels just like yesterday, I’ll never forget our meeting.

Searching and grasping in the darkness for a world with you.

So we can live together as our unchanging selves, I won’t lose my way.

On the other end of the long road, I’m always thinking of you.

I know we can build a world together without lies...”

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She had been listening to this song on repeat for a while now, to the point she knew the lyrics so the 3 roommates thought it would be a good idea to record this and send it to Lucifer as a birthday gift from them, in a way. After about 20 minutes of writing, Remi finally finished the letter and placed it inside an envelope. She placed it on top of the now gift wrapped book and walked out to meet her roommates. A Little D had come to get the gifts and upon the request of Avalon, Lucian and Ritsu, had hidden the video recorder from Remi. 

“Here you go. Please make sure to get this to Lucifer, alright? It’s for his birthday.” She said with a smile as the Little D gave a salute before poofing away to get the gifts to Lucifer. Remi watched it disappear before looking at the clock. “Oh my, time for lunch already huh? Wait, I’ll put on lunch for you all.” She said but Ritsu stood in front of her. “I am helping you and then once we have lunch, let’s watch a movie?” She asked with a small smile as Remi blinked before laughing softly and nodding. “Alright we’ll watch a movie. You go rest afterwards okay?” She asked and Ritsu nodded before the girls made their way into the kitchen to put on lunch while the boys planned places for them to visit once Ritsu was feeling better.

The letter read...

“Hello my dearest husband,

how long has it been since I have been able to reach out to you? Too long, I reckon. I am not used to not being able to reach out to you in any way shape or form outside of Little Ds. Well, even then I can’t exactly always have a Little D that’s my designated messenger to you otherwise I would try to talk to you everyday with its help. Anyways, I sadly cannot be there with you on your birthday but that does not mean I won’t make something. I made a book. A book about us. I’m not going to say much because I want you to experience it yourself. It’s all I could think to make. 

I hope you’re not by yourself... That’s just depressing. I want you to be with family, at least today. So pull away from your desk, forget that you have paperwork and go spend time with your brothers. It’s your birthday. You can do that. I don’t want you to be alone today of all days. At least, I’m hoping this reaches you within today. I really hope it does. I didn’t stay up all night to make the book just for it to not reach you on time.

Oops- You weren’t supposed to know that but eh... now that I’ve written it down, I may as well leave it there. You can’t exactly scold me about it hehe. That’s probably the only thing I somewhat like about this arrangement, the fact that you can’t scold me for these things but alas, even if you can’t, I’ve got 3 others who will. 

Paris is pretty. I can see why it’s such a popular tourist attraction. I think you’d like it if you brought me here considering things are stupid expensive and you could endlessly spoil me. Fun for you and somewhat fun for me. Maybe we can come to Paris at some point. Who knows? We can if you’re feeling up to it. 

One of the downsides of Paris is the sheer amount of couples here. Normally, I’d find it cute to see couples frolicking about but not right now as I miss you terribly. I can’t even call you to hear your voice. I feel lacking and no amount of distraction is enough to make me not feel the gaping hole that the lack of your presence has left. I know you can’t do anything about it. I just wanted to tell you that I miss you terribly and virtually everything here reminds me of you.

At least... unlike the curse, I have people here with me who will keep me company since we all live together. It’s a little quiet compared to HOL but it’s not too bad. We often go out and do things. We even visited the beach not too long ago. That was nice though I do think the sun tanned me just a little. Yes, I was covered up as I could be while wearing a swimsuit and Avalon and Lucian made sure no boys even got near Ritsu and I, much less hit on us.

Barbatos came by not too long ago and had dinner with us. He seemed just a little pale and upon Ritsu asking if he was okay, we learned Solomon had made lunch and Barbatos could not escape. Rest in peace. So he was more than alright with having dinner with us due to this.

I hope the workload isn’t too much? Are you making sure to get rest? Why do I feel like you’re not? Gah, I go away for a while and my husband stops taking care of himself. Whatever will I do with you Lucifer? You told me not to worry you and yet you’re worrying me. Well, not like I’d stop worrying even if you told me that you’re taking care of yourself, just like how you won’t stop worrying even if I told you I’m alright.

As I promised, I’ve been staying out of trouble. I’ve been a good girl and I haven’t gotten hurt, I swear. Well... you would’ve known had I gotten hurt. Our pact would let you know. I sometimes feel your emotions through our pact and right now you seem happier than you were before. I’m guessing you’re with someone who doesn’t annoy you because even if you were done with work, I don’t think you’d be happy because it would mean there would be nothing to distract you from the lack of my presence. 

I know I told you I’d stay with you for an entire month once the whole curse ordeal was done but... I didn’t think this would happen... I’m glad we got to attend the lantern festival at the very least. I at least have that memory with me as I sit here, a realm away from you. I wish... we could spend this time together. I wish you were here... I wish I could hold you and kiss you and just shower you in affection... I had just started getting used to being near you again and then this happens. 

I love you, alright? I love you so very much... Like I said in my book, my heart beats loudly for you. Only you. There is very little I dislike about you, if any at all... I love my affectionate husband. I am head over heels in love with you and the longer I stay away from you, the stronger my feelings get, to the point that it’s unbearable sometimes. However, it’ll be worth it to wait because I’ll get to be with you again. If they keep me for more than a month, you have permission to maybe threaten them because I refuse to spend that much time away from you... I am a needy wifey okay...? I miss my husband... I genuinely never thought I would be clingy towards someone and yet here I am, being clingy with you. You don’t mind, do you...? I hope you don’t. You’ve told me I could be clingy with you so I am...

Happy Birthday, Lucifer.

Hopefully I can see you again.

Well... like you would say;

“Surely, not hopefully, dear.”

From, your dearest wife. Remi

In the corner there was a chibi Remi writing a letter with a lot of focus on it. 

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“I wanted this gift to be special... It may be my final gift to you after all...

Thank you for everything, My Dearest Avatar of Pride.”

[rivalry-trope-enjoyer]

Cursed Number (Kazunari)

Ship: Kazunari Miyoshi x reader

Rating: SFW (mentions of alcohol, but primarily fluff). 

WC: 2,315

A/N: This is kind of my first x reader that I’ve done in a while, trying to break writer’s block and seeing where this goes <3.

It was something about the dreaded aura that filled the air the moment you stepped into the house. It reeked of strong-scented cologne and body odor all around you. If you had liked parties in the past, stepping into this one immediately changed that. 

A man walked up to you with a red cup and masking tape pieces scattered all over his clothes, sauntering his way towards you and walking from side to side. “Hey, you there...!” he slurred his words together before scribbling on a random number on a piece of tape and handed it to you, nearly stumbling downwards as he patted the tape onto your shirt and crashed to the floor. “Now go and have some fun!” he groaned out with laughter. 

You already felt extreme discomfort and tried to find a single place on the couch, one that was not drenched in spilled drinks or tipped over dip, cacophonous music bouncing from wall to wall and instantaneously wriggling into your ear. You were afraid to move, everyone around you had seemed so zombified by the overall vibe of the place.

Just as you thought you could finally breathe, after seconds of something happening, a group of college students, some you recognized from lectures immediately started crowding over the couch, not minding your presence, and sticking a bottle flat in the middle of the space.

“Alright, anyone down for some seven minutes in heaven?! 

That cursed number. 

You thought to yourself, Why does it seem everywhere I go it ends up like this?! 

You rose to get up to avoid the game, but immediately the same drunken man that gave you a number blocked the exit, and you were forced to sit dangerously close next to a blonde boy with a sunny demeanor. He laughed as the bottle began to spin, while you cursed at him and the entire party internally. 

You watched the glass bottle spin for what felt like eternity, anxiously tapping your foot as surprise, surprise, it landed between you and the blonde boy, and you turned to look at him, but his eyes were elsewhere. 

He watched the closet door open ominously, and the blonde man was quickly shoved inside, you practically coming with. It was a dark, cramped space, and immediately terror struck.

The moment the closet doors shut and the lock clicked, you covered your mouth with your sweaty palms in order to keep it down. Panic rose to your throat, and the blonde man next to you tried to speak. 

“I know this is all really sudden, and it looks like you aren’t really having a good time right now, aren’t you?” his tone was a warm light in the middle of the darkness you were stuck in, and he immediately shined a flashlight at his shoes. 

The space between you two was little, but not uncomfortable enough to let out a blood-curdling scream. You looked at him letting out a goofy smile with a flashlight in his hand. He seemed almost radiant.

You shrugged your shoulders, lowering your hands once you saw he had no awful intent. “I came here on my own,” you sighed. 

“Mhm, and I’m guessing it didn’t turn out well?” he continued to talk, but you were stunned at the fact he made no other advances. 

You looked up at him in shock, and he took out his phone and a pair of headphones. “You gotta always take a friend with you to these kinds of things! They’re not entirely the safest, so I’m glad I caught you,” he spoke so enthusiastically, it made you forget about the entire situation as a whole. 

“Sorry...,” you spoke out awkwardly, space closing in between you guys as he took out his phone to an empty contact space.

“That’s alright! My name’s Kazunari, I’ll go by Kazu, or whatever nickname you feel like using later. If you need a friend, we can add each other on Instablam,” he laughed after, and immediately became contagious, causing you to let out a little chuckle. 

You instantaneously reached out to the phone, but hearing the laughter outside of the closet made you remember that once you two get out of there, it would rain hellfire.

Kazunari noticed the panic that rose to your face, and he swapped out of the contacts and onto YouTube. “Hey, it’s gonna be alright. I’m not gonna do anything you don’t want, but... there’s this seven minute video on a bunch of kittens getting fed if you wanna watch that. It doesn’t even have to be kittens, it can be puppies, too!”

You could not believe what you were hearing right now, but he scrolled through all of these cute animal videos that captured your heart, in a similar way this seemingly knight in shining armor has. 

“That’s nice of you,” you spoke out of your panic, and immediately, Kazunari huddled next to you for support, handing you a headphone to watch the video he gestured towards. He let you pick between videos and it ultimately led to the kitten one.

For only a couple minutes you both sat close by the phone, arms touching and subtle hints of laughter and glee coming out of both of your guys’ mouth. Your head traveled to Kazunari’s shoulder, and naturally, his available arm fell over yours.

Blush rose to your cheeks at the act, the warm feeling that you got from Kazunari’s kindness was not because of the humid closet, or the cute animals that soothed your panic, but the gentle soothing gestures he gave you, enough to close your eyes for a moment and mentally thank him for what he had done for you. 

You had just met him, and you weren’t sure if he knew your name, but immediately this situation caused by a cursed number turned into a seven minutes that you would never forget. 

Ever since then, Kazunari’s kindness has always been apparent, and after exchanging numbers after the party, you found yourselves always in each other’s company. Day after day he would stop by your dorm or call you when he was at a party, asking if you wanted to come with. Other times he would ask for homework help, even when you were equally as lost on the assignment, he found every excuse to hang out when you were available. 

“Hey, Y/n! There’s a party downtown, did you wanna come with?” he asked over the phone while you were doing your assignments. 

Overflowing with stress, you were quick to decline. “I’d love to, but I have a lot of assignments due tonight, I don’t think I can-”

“Hold on, hold on, hold on. You said that yesterday, and the day before, and the day before, you sure you aren’t just ignoring me?” he asked teasingly. 

You let out a sigh and laughed at the joke. “No, my professors just like to give a bunch of homework and I don’t think a party can help my procrastination,” you looked at the clock and watched the time tick till your assignment was due. 

Kazunari laughed through the phone. “Ohhh, thanks for reminding me! I gotta get some of my stuff done, too. Can I stop by your place to get it done?” he asked enthusiastically. 

You froze, watching your shocked expression against the reflection of your clock. “...Kazunari? Skipping a party for some assignments?” you choked out. 

“And you too, Y/n! I love hanging out with you!���

It surprised you to the core, and it made your body freeze and thoughts filling your head. You fell in love for your close friend, and it wasn’t too hard to see why. He loved parties, socializing, anything that would give him a chance to see human interaction. But when you were stuck with homework and assignments, it didn’t make sense to why he’d blow it all off for you in your head. 

Even with someone being such a social butterfly as Kazunari, he still carved time to hang out with you, a close friend that he had the same warm feeling around. 

“Hello? Y/n? Sorry, my signal’s really bad ever since Sakyo started cutting off-”

“Hi, hi yes I’m here, sorry,” you spoke and gave yourself a facepalm. 

“Haha, okay! Don’t overwork yourself before I get there! It’ll take... uhhh probably around seven minutes tops,” he laughed before hanging up. You put down your phone and thoughts overwhelmed your head while staring at a blank document on your computer screen. 

“Work now, Kazunari later,” you muttered to yourself and started typing up your next assignment due.

After only a mere seven minutes of working, you heard a knock on your door and sprung out of your seat, launching towards the doorknob and greeted Kazunari with a smile. 

“Hey, Y/n!” sunshine boy strikes again, and this time he brought a plastic bag filled with all of your favorite food and snacks and a handful of movies on the other. “I got these recommendations from my good friend, Muku. Wanna watch some with me?”

“What about your assignments? And mine?” you avoided thinking about the kind gesture, a flustered feeling spreading throughout your body, as he handed you the various items. 

“You’ve been hacking at assignments all week! Aaaaand I stopped by your favorite cafe!” Kazunari had puppy dog eyes when you opened up the food he gave you. 

Inhaling deeply at the temptation, you closed it shut. “Assignments,” you said in a strict voice. 

“But it’s a lot,” he whined and crashed onto your bed. You sighed out and put the gifts to the side, staring at the clock. 

“Well, it’s around 3 right now, and if you finish at 7, I’ll go eat food and watch movies with you,” you sat at your desk and started your homework. 

“Wait wait wait, that’s not enough,” he said, walking up behind you.

“What? That is more than enough,” you turned around, but you watched the cheeky grin appear on his mouth. 

“If you finish your assignments at 7, we both get to watch movies, eat delicious food, and on top of that, I get to kiss you!”

You nearly let out a cough at Kazunari’s suggestion, but it was not like you were gonna turn it down. He kept on smiling after you reacted so violently, but you slowly nodded your head. 

“It’s a deal,” you felt a competitive fire rush in you, and Kazunari pulled up a chair next to you and laughed.

“I’ll be working then. Y/n~” 

Hours and hours had passed, but not in complete silence. Kazunari kept talking and showing you posts and videos from Instablam, you were concerned if he was even doing his assignment at all. You mentally cursed yourself for the times you took the bait, but you were determined to get your incentive. 

However Kazunari’s presence next to you was in a way, relaxing. As you wanted to scream into your pillow he fed you some of the food and your stress melted away. When you got stuck on a problem, he searched it up for you and tried to guide you through it. And the usual, whenever you felt a rise of panic, he’d stream a little cat video for the both of you to watch.

He was the most supportive person you could have ever possibly met, but each action caused you to freeze and grow flustered, melting in his action. 

You finished at the dot, right before seven, and you looked at Kazunari with wide and tired eyes as you practically collapsed onto him.

“You did it Y/n!” he exclaimed supportively, wrapping his arms around you tight. 

“I guess I did...,” you sighed out. 

The both of you got up from your seats, his arms still snug around your waist as you comfortable buried your face in his chest. “I’m so tired...,” you whined out. 

“Oh I know,” he teased, his fingers combing through your hair comfortably. “You go and relax, I’ll start the movie,” he led you to your own bed which you immediately crashed in. 

Kazunari’s absence made you feel cold, causing you to crawl into your sheets, watching the screen turn on. Kazunari crawled into the bed with you, smiling as he laid down on his sight. 

“So~” Kazunari had his usual goofy grin. “Did you really work your butt off for the movie, or to kiss me?” he asked smoothly. 

You stared at him with your mouth open to answer, too lazy to get up in an attempt to hide your reddened face. “Well... did you come here to work on assignments or to hang out with me?”

Kazunari smiled and laid a hand on your face, his thumb caressing your cheek and letting the movie run in the background. “Well, who wouldn’t wanna hang out with such an amazing and cool person?”

You, hesitantly overlapped your hand with his on your face and returned the smile. “And who wouldn’t want to kiss such a nice, amazing guy like you?”

Kazunari laughed, a blush growing on his face. “You always know what to say, Y/n!” His face inched closer to you, and his nose gently brushed against yours. 

“And you always know how to make me feel this way, Kazu,” you managed to whisper before he leaned in and kissed your lips softly, the warm feeling inside you only grew as he kissed you for what felt like a blissful eternity.

Even when he pulled away, the gap between you both did not lessen. “Hehe, I’m so glad I flaked on the party,” he continued to joke around, and he started to kiss you even more.

He made you feel safe, even when it was just the two of you, he was always there. It was all thanks to a cursed game, with a cursed number, but you managed to make a lifetime of heaven out of it. 

[princessdevy03]

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Author’s Note: Happy birthday to @anybodihearme! I know it’s late but it’s done. Don’t fight me! I’ll fight you, damnit! 

Birthday Surprise

Kevin leaned his head back and sighed.

The city whipped by outside the window of the Uber Eddy ordered as quickly as the thoughts in his head.

“Rolf has the dogs and Nazz is holding my present from mom...”

“Ed is gonna cut the grass Saturday…”

“Sarah’s gonna make sure the guys at the shop are on schedule…”

“Johnny’s got the shop…”

As the city gave way to the countryside, he closed his eyes to lock away the blue of the sky that reminded him of a certain set of the eyes he hadn’t seen in far too long.

Edd was stuck across the country at his dream job as a director of a biomedical lab in the Pacific Northwest. His and Kevin’s relationship started there because Kevin was stationed at a nearby US Navy base as a Marine, but when Kevin’s dad passed away, he came back home to West Virginia to take over the family auto body shop as his contract was up and decent mechanics jobs were hard to come by without moving down the coast to even more expensive locales.

Edd said they’d make it work, but Kevin was wary.

His career in the Marines took him to Hawaii, Germany, Japan, Korea, Texas, and England.

Every duty station led to new heartbreak as every other guy or girl just couldn’t handle being in a long distant relationship.

Edd was the first who seemed to understand, but he was also the first person that got Kevin to think about life after he couldn’t handle being in the Marine Corps anymore.

The stress of dealing with his PTSD and trying to juggle being a good son, good friend, and a good Marine was tough.

And when romance was involved, his being all in could be the most stressful thing of all.

Edd had always been a bit high strung when it came to how he liked his home to look, how he applied himself to school and work, but his love for his family and friends was easily given as breathing.

So while Kevin would be there with gifts, surprise dates, and mushy compliments, Edd was more likely to suggest getting coffee before spending the day running errands and grabbing a quick bite to eat before Kevin had to be back at the barracks.

But the sudden cross country shift had them rethinking about how to keep the love flowing.

Kevin would send flowers everyday and Edd would call him every night.

Up until about a month ago.

The texts were short, but he’d still get a good morning text and he started sending GrubHub to the shop every Friday with donuts and a box of coffee from Dunkin’.

Kevin would be lying, though, if he said that Edd ignoring his Duo calls didn’t have him feeling some kinda way.

But Edd did suggest that Kevin head up to the dude ranch in the mountains for his birthday to get away from work and his lingering issues with closing his father’s estate.

“I’ll call you when you guys have dinner, and I’ll make something with you and it’ll be like having dinner together,” Edd had said when Kevin finally got a hold of him two weeks ago.

Edd was dressed in his lab coat that looked like it was losing a fight with the chemicals in the lab and he needed a haircut and some sleep if the bags under his eyes were any indication of what he was feeling like at the moment.

Kevin felt a tinge bad that he had a snarky attitude in the texts he had been sending, and Lort his voicemail messages…

Edd’s work was desperately needed in the middle of the current global health crisis they were living in, so he hadn’t been purposely ignoring his man, but he could make time, right?

But with the world being on a tight lockdown, dinner via video call would have to do.

When he got to the ranch, the fresh air had him feeling a bit better.

And the horses…

Growing up, he’d spend at least a week every summer with his whole extended family at the family ranch in Wyoming, so riding horses was second nature to his bike and motorcycle.

When Edd suggested going riding in the Cascades one long weekend, Kevin started falling in love.

Having a long weekend to himself on the beautiful creatures would be just what the doctor ordered.

Eddy knew about this particular ranch from his leadership networking conferences and got Kevin a deal, and let him use his Uber Black membership to get a ride there and back provided Kevin didn’t steal any of the horses.

Once he laid eyes on the black stallion with blue eyes in the field behind his cabin, he knew he was gonna have a hell of a time keeping his promise to keep things on the ranch…

When he walked in the cabin, he was pleasantly surprised to see a shoebox on the bed of his favorite brand of riding boots.

“I wonder what color he got this time,” he chuckled to himself.

For the last five years, Edd would get him a new color of boots for his birthday.

“I think they’re green,” a voice coming from the bathroom said. “I don’t think I’ve gotten you green ones yet.”

Kevin doesn’t remember screaming but it took a good ten minutes for him to stop shaking after he scooped Edd in his arms and tossed him on the bed.

Once his heart beat returned to something resembling normal, he looked into sky blue eyes and frowned.

“You’re here.”

“Yes,” Edd chuckled and Kevin rolled his eyes as he sat up and asked, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“And ruin the surprise?!” Edd laughed. “Nah.”

“What about work?”

Kevin knew Edd’s work was leading the charge to get the United States out of a pandemic it hadn’t seen the likes of in a good century. He just didn’t like the idea of Edd blowing it off, even if it was his birthday weekend.

“I can’t really do anything about it now,” Edd sighed, feeling a bit guilty about the slightly white lie. “It’s back to the lab techs to sort through the latest findings, so I can take a few days.”

“But just a few?”

“I’m sorry, Kevin,” Edd said softly as he rubbed his arm. “But we’ll make the most of it. I’ll even make dinner.”

Kevin’s stomach growling echoed around the quiet room in response to this as the dinner bell rang.

Dinner on the ranch was simple, you could take a picnic basket back to your cabin or have dinner in the open field off the side of the main house’s commercial kitchen. If you opted for the latter, there was a story time with one of the permanent ranch hands, embellishing the history of the ranch, as everyone ate at the huge picnic tables that circled a large fire pit.

Once the sun went down, the fire pit was lit, small brown paper bags filled with blocks of chocolate, marshmallows, and graham crackers were passed around, and more than a few ghost stories told.

But not a single twang of a banjo was heard, just the soft strumming of a six string guitar dueting with a low harmonica. And the low moo of a cow or two.

Kevin and Edd opted for dinner in the field as Kevin was eager to see the temperament of the horses before trying to pick which one to make his own over the long weekend, after which they fed a snack or two to the horses before they went to the barn for the night. Then it was s’mores and ghost stories with a lil stargazing and a nice, long leisurely stroll back to the cabin.

Kevin honestly didn’t want the night to end, even if his body was nearly begging him to sleep.

Edd’s wasn’t, though.

As soon as they walked in the door, Edd had him pinned against it, deftly locking the deadbolt with one hand, the other undoing Kevin’s pants.

And the breeze blowing through the valley gave Kevin his second wind.

Edd’s beanie was gone as fast as their shoes, they walked out of their pants as Kevin walked them backwards to the bed.

“God, why do you have to over dress so much?” Kevin whined as he undid the buttons on Edd’s shirt, thankful he hadn’t worn a tie.

“You look good, you feel good,” Edd huffed as he undid his cuffs and then batted Kevin’s hands away so he could pull his shirt over his head.

Kevin always thought he looked good, but he looked even better now with his dick in his mouth.

His hands ached as he grasped silky strands as dark as the night sky. The few silver highlights looked like stars, but Edd rather he see color bars.

Kevin squeezed his eyes tight, flashes of technicolor sparking with every jerk of his hips as he fucked his boyfriend’s face.

It seemed cruel, Edd grabbing his ass to take him all the way in, like he didn’t care that Kevin’s yearning and frustrations were aching his jaw, but he loved the man so much that it felt good to do this.

Right until Kevin tore himself away.

Edd sputtered but Kevin grinned.

“Stop your whining, Dork. I brought my chaps and my good sweats.”

“You are not riding in sweats and chaps,” Edd laughed as he shoved him on the bed and went to get his lube out of the bathroom.

“I do what I want!” Kevin protested. “It’s my birthday and I do what I want!”

“Your birthday isn’t until tomorrow and committing crimes against fashion shouldn’t be a birthday wish!” Edd cackled as he leaned against the door and juggled the silicone lube in his hands

“Well, riding your dick is, so get over here!”

Edd couldn’t argue because he really wanted Kevin to ride his dick. If he hadn’t been so shell shocked that he had shown up or so hungry or so eager to see the horses, he’d told him to hop on sooner.

But watching him finally relax and put the stress of work out of his mind was worth it.

Especially since what he had planned would knock him out for the rest of the night.

A ride would mean Edd would have to be on his back, at least to start, so while Kevin flipped their positions, Edd guided him to his side and told him to get his horse ready.

Kevin shrugged his shoulders and went to put his head between his legs, but he nearly choked when Edd started to work a finger in his ass. Edd nearly stopped, but Kevin popped his ass out and Edd’s finger went deeper as Kevin took as much of him in as he could.

“Fuck,” he softly moaned when Kevin spread his leg a bit more, gently massaging the joint where hip met thigh with one hand, using the other as an extension of his mouth.

It was hard to focus in a moment like this but Edd had plans.

And so did Kevin.

When he dropped the lube so he could add another finger in, Kevin snatched it up.

Edd figured he was gonna use it to slick him up and get the show on the road, as it were, but he cried out like a whore when Kevin put his mouth to the tip of his dick, spread his lower cheeks with his greased up hand and whispered, “Get to work.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

His mind was tearing apart at the seams while Kevin sucked him off and played with his ass. He held on by fingering him as fast and hard as he could.

Kevin liked it rough and it was his birthday weekend. The present from Edd’s strong right hand was AMAZING. The left one gently playing in his hair was sending goosebumps all over and when the A/C kicked on, Kevin nearly exploded as the added sensation of cool air on his hot body was absolutely enrapturing.

Edd must have been feeling the same way because he pushed Kevin’s head away from his cock with one hand, but the other grabbed his waist to make him come sit in his lap.

“C’mere.”

Then the room spun.

Well, Kevin thought it did til he realized Edd had spun him around to sit in his lap, but facing away from him and towards the mirror.

And Kevin had never seen Edd’s hands move so fast before.

He gripped the sheets as Edd lifted him up, spread his cheeks, and slowly but firmly pulled him full into his lap, filling him up with everything he had.

The stack of pillows on the bed gave him enough of a cushion to sit up, spread Kevin’s legs, and give the order.

“Ride. Me.”

The visual was mind blowing.

Kevin was flushed, glistening with sweat, his dick throbbing against his hard abs, and Edd wanted a show.

He moved against the fullness in him slowly, enjoying the electrifying numbness that spread all over his body. His fingertips reached for Edd’s hands that were caressing his chest, and that gapped tooth mouth sunk into his shoulder on a whine as he gently kissed his knuckles and started to ride him.

Hands were everywhere, in his hair, turning his face to kiss him senseless, gripping strong arms to hold onto some sense of reality, pawing at his abs, squeezing his chest, playing with his nipples to get him to moan like a slut so in touch with themselves that you can’t help but touch them like they want you to.

But they never broke their gaze in the mirror.

As Kevin lost control, his dick leaking with cum, Edd held on...to his dick.

“Fuck, yes Baby! Just like that!” Kevin screamed as he rode him harder, his movements putting porn stars to shame.

“You gonna cum for me?” Edd whispered and Kevin whined as he nodded, his hand reaching around to grab Edd’s hips to make him fuck him hard and senseless.

“Harder. Faster. Edd…,” his words came out disjointed, but he had to say something! “Dear God, pleeeeeease.”

The bed creaked as Edd pulled him close with one arm, stroked him off with his free hand, and jerked his hips as fast and hard as he could.

Watching the man in his lap jerk once, then twice as he came in his hand was so fucking sexy; jaw dropped, eyes wide in elated shock, legs kicking, both hands around Edd’s one that was stroking him into oblivion.

They had never done it like this before and Kevin wasn’t too sure he’d live til his actual birthday the next day if they kept it up. But he didn’t care. Seeing himself in the mirror like that, as the object of all of Edd’s desires was enough.

That orgasm, tho!

Edd checked his smartwatch then giggled.

“Happy birthday, Kevin.”

Kevin gave him a weak thumbs up as thanks while his thoughts slipped away.

He awoke the next morning, dressed in clean boxers, still slightly embarrassed Edd had to drag him to the bathroom and back again, but no shirt, hearing Edd whisper into his phone.

“Yes, Megan,” Edd said, “I got it all right in front of me. I’m going to see about making some moves later this week but I don’t see why I can’t do it from here.”

“Do what?” Kevin whispered confused and feeling nosy.

Edd squeaked when he noticed he was awake and then said, “I gotta go. I’ll call you Monday with my final answer.”

“Wha? Why are you working?! It’s my birthday!” Kevin pouted. “And that’s my shirt!”

Edd looked down at the shirt he was wearing.

It was an old Marine Corps PT t-shirt Kevin used to wear around Edd’s apartment out west. Actually, the red head left several of these t-shirts in Edd’s apartment when he moved back East and Edd would sleep in them often because it was his way of keeping Kevin close after he left.

“You left it in my house, so it’s mine now,” Edd grinned and Kevin’s ready to fight!

“Stupid dork with his stupid smile,” Kevin thought to himself knowing good and damn well that Edd was right.

“So!? It’s still my birthday,” he half pouted trying to figure out a way to get back at Edd for...working?

“It is,” Edd nodded as he got up to join him in the bed. “What would you like to do today?”

“For you to stop working,” Kevin snarked and Edd laughed.

“I am off til Monday,” he shrugged and Kevin honestly frowned, not that he wanted to talk about it but he did need to know.

“Do you have a ride to the airport?”

“More like,” Edd sighed and then let the words tumble out all at once as he stared holes into his hands, “Iwaswonderingifyouwantedaroommate.”

“Wha?”

“Well, I said-”

“I know what you said, Edd.”

Edd finally looked up at him and he doesn’t remember seeing Kevin ever looking this happy.

“Well, it’s just that, in order for things to keep progressing smoothly, they need a new lab director out here because Dr Stavian is retiring.”

“And they want you to come out and do it?” Kevin asked as he pulled him into his lap.

“Well, yes, but only as an interim because I don’t have my doctorate degree.”

“Yet.”

“Kevin.”

“It’s been like four years, Edd!”

Edd made a face because when he had run into Kevin again after so many years away, he was a year done with his masters program and didn’t have any desire to go back to school. He was just too burnt out.

Kevin figured he just needed a break because he had been in school the entire time he had known him. He couldn’t imagine him stopping forever.

“Listen,” Kevin told him as he gripped his twitching hands still, “You said that Justin said that they’d pay for it when you’re ready and apparently you don’t have much of a choice if you move back this way.”

“But I don’t want to lose you!” Edd protested and Kevin looked at him like he had two heads.

“HOW?!”

“School is an all consuming thing,” Edd sighed. “I can’t really focus on us if I have to go to class, then the lab, then work everyday for the next four years, at minimum.”

“You can if we live together.”

“Wait a min -”

Kevin laughed as he saw the wheels turn in Edd’s head and said, “You just asked if you could move in Mr DoYouNeedARoommate, like I’m gonna let my boyfriend just be my damn roommate. So how hard would it be if you went to school and we lived together?”

“You might have to move actually, because the commute from your place to the lab is like 45 minutes. Add in the campus and you’re looking at a good hour and a half.”

Edd thought he had him til Kevin shrugged and said, “So we move. Be closer to Ma that way anyways.”

“What about the shop?!”

“The further away I am from that place, the better,” Kevin laughed. “It’s one of the joys of being the boss. Besides, Johnny lives upstairs so he keeps the place in line. I just do paperwork.”

“Oh.”

Kevin smirked as all of Edd’s arguments died away.

They could make it work.

“We can do this, Edd,” Kevin said softly as he gave him Eskimo kisses. “Just go back to school and let me worry about the rest.”

“Especially since we ain’t paying for it!” Edd laughed and Kevin snorted.

“Damn straight.”

“I thought you were bi.”

“I’m about to bite that ass,” Kevin grinned but the breakfast bell rang and the smell of fresh bacon had to be indulged.

They took a picnic basket back to the cabin for lunch after their morning ride and used Kevin’s hotspot to look for apartments and houses to rent closer to the labs and university as the ranch’s free wifi was sketchy. A quiet neighborhood not too far from Kevin’s mother’s retirement community seemed the perfect place to start and Edd sent out a few online applications while Kevin made arrangements for dinner.

They rode the black stallion together to a grove of apple trees for a picnic at dusk and discussed the plans they made.

And make out like teenagers.

But the first mosquito bite had them racing back to the cabin as neither wanted to have any more awkward scratches in public than necessary after this trip.

They led the stallion back to his barn and walked slowly back to the cabin, Edd taking note of the constellations overhead.

They collapsed into the bed in a tight cuddle, worn out from their excursions for the day.

“You know, tomorrow is Saturday,” Edd said as they laid in the content silence.

If Edd was mentioning Saturday…

He didn’t know where Kevin got the birthday hat from, but it was a much better outfit than the sweats with chaps.

Especially when one needs to be ready for a day in bed with your homieloverfriend.

[jennbabeyy]

Vegas.

A/N: Thanks to @making-starsdance​ for this idea ! I changed it up little bit from what was originally suggested but all the credit goes to her. There might be a second part depending how y’all feel. Thank you for reading. 

You’ve always heard that saying everywhere, and you never really gave it much thought. What happens in Vegas usually stays there.

Except this time it didn’t. 

You knew that the trip to Vegas would haunt you for the rest of time and the two idiots who you called friends, made sure you heard about it every single day. That Vegas trip the four of you took was now an ever lasting joke.

They had made it their mission to call you “Mrs. Reyes” every chance they got. Whether it was at the clubhouse or even just through text, they officially wanted to annoy the hell out of you. And you were always on the edge because your dad didn’t know about the spontaneous Vegas trip that ended up with you marrying Ezekiel Reyes. He would absolutely shoot the prospect if he ever found out that his daughter married a Reyes behind his back.

It wasn’t planned at all, hell you weren’t even dating Ez. Though you couldn’t turn down a last minute trip to Vegas after your dad called off a few days to relax before getting back to work with the Galindos. But you definitely cursed your competitive nature when Angel challenged you to see who would drown the most shots in under a minute. Of course it was Angel who tried to make trouble everywhere he went. You knew it would end up with the four of you getting banned from the bar. 

And still you took the challenge and also proudly won, which led to you and Ezekiel drunkenly pledging your love to each other. He had taken way too many shots himself and encouraged you to go against his brother in the first place. Who were you to deny Ezekiel Reyes when he was cheering you on? 

Which had also led to the nearest wedding chapel, where according to Coco’s cell phone video, an Elvis Presley impersonator married you two and Angel obviously served as Ez’s best man. 

And Coco was stuck serving as your maid of honor. A duty that he proudly served as well.

It had all happened fast. You were Mrs. Ezekiel Reyes in under an hour. The four of you posed with the Elvis impersonator, Ez next to you in his Mayan vest and you wore a cheap wedding dress that you were sure was a little big on you.

And that was your wedding picture that Angel had jokingly hung up at his house to piss you off even more. You had woken up the next day extremely hung over and next to a shirtless Ez in your hotel bed. Which you were sure nothing had happen on your wedding night because you were fully clothed. 

But after threatening both Angel and Coco, who by miracle weren’t as hungover as you, they had recounted the previous night. With videos and photos of everything. 

You were horrified that you married your crush without even knowing how he felt about you and that just made Angel tease you even more. Coco was more into making jokes to Ezekiel but you didn’t know what to make of it.

Since arriving from Vegas, Ezekiel and you hadn’t spoke more than a couple of sentences to each other. And that was only because Angel had invited you over to dinners at his place, now that you were part of the family, literally. 

Letting out a deep sigh, you started organizing the bottles of alcohol while the rest of the Mayans were currently in a meeting. The doors were closed and you were sure Ezekiel was finally allowed to be apart of the meeting, which led you to take over the bar and have the beer ready for when they got out. 

You wiped down the bar before leaning against it, in deep thought you subconsciously grabbed onto the necklace that was hanging around your neck. For the past few weeks the constant reminder that you were a married woman was everywhere you went with the ring Ez had given you at your suppose wedding. 

It didn’t occur to you that you were wearing a ring until Angel and Coco pointed it out the morning after. And there it was sitting on your ring finger, a beautiful gold diamond ring.

You were surprised to see an actual ring after your quick elopement to Ez. 

So you now carried the beautiful ring around your neck, and also to hide it from your dad.

Angel had confessed that it once belonged to his mom. Their father had gifted it to Ez after he was released from prison, he had always been carrying it around his neck this entire time. Something to remember their mom by. And after that confession, it made the ring around your neck more meaningful. Even though you didn’t expect to marry Ez, you valued the respect that the ring carried. The memory behind it that meant so much to the Reyes brothers.

You wondered if his mom would’ve liked you, maybe she would’ve been the one to push you two together like moms always do. 

You wouldn’t know, yours left the second you were born. Your dad was the only parent you knew of, which made this secret incredibly hard on you. 

“Hey sis, I’ll take that beer now.” Angel’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. The goofy smile appeared on his face as you rolled your eyes, moving around the bar to get the Mayan members their beer. 

A chorus of thank you’s rang throughout the clubhouse as they collected their beer from the bar and your eyes met your husband’s. He was the last one out right after your dad. 

Husband.

That word still give you chills, and no matter how much you try to deny the feelings you had for Ezekiel, they were still there. 

“You’re not gonna give your wife a kiss, boy scout?” Coco snickered as Ez reached the bar standing next to Angel. 

Angel gave you a wink as you felt your cheeks flush with color.

“Johnny Cruz” Coco’s smile was instantly swiped from his face as he heard your stern voice. You were paranoid that your dad or tios would hear about your sudden marriage to Ez. 

You felt Ezekiel’s eyes on you, and you suddenly wanted the ground to swallow you up. His gaze made you feel suddenly hot and you didn’t trust yourself around the Mayans members because this man had the audacity to clench his jaw right in front of you. 

And it was like the sexual tension was on fire between the two of you. 

He tipped his head towards the door and you knew it was finally time to talk about your marriage.

After taking a beer from you, Ezekiel walked out the door, but not before meeting your eyes again. 

You cleared your throat trying to act busy as you waited a few minutes before following him out the door. Your dad was not the man to try and trick especially right in front of his face. 

 Angel let out a low whistle, “Try not to make me an uncle before telling Bishop you got hitched to my brother.” 

Coco choked on his beer as you flipped Angel off. There was no way that would happen, Ez would never especially with the president’s daughter. No matter if you were married. 

The trailer that sat in the scrap yard was off limits according to your dad, but now you stood in front of it debating if you wanted to be alone with Ez. 

This would be the first time since getting married that you would sit down, alone.

As if he knew you were outside, the door opened and Ez appeared. A small smile on his face as he led you inside the forbidden trailer. 

“Sorry if it’s a little messy, Angel doesn’t clean up after himself.” You let out a chuckle as you followed his lead and sat at the small table across from Ezekiel.

There was a small pause of silence and you kept your eyes on your fingers in front of you. 

It was all awkward, every single bit of it.

“You’re wearing it.” Ez broke the silence, as you looked up to catch his gaze. He was looking straight at the the necklace that hung and was currently sitting outside your blouse on display. 

“It’s beautiful, I’ll give it back if you want. I know it’s pretty special.” You raised both hands to try to unclasp the necklace when Ez’s strong hand grip was around your wrist. 

“No it’s rightfully yours, I did give it to you on our wedding night.” Ez’s hand slid down and grabbed on to your hand resting it on the table between them. 

You felt hot, and suddenly the trailer was too small for the both of you. 

“We need to talk about the wedding.” Your voice was a little shaky and you blamed the way Ez’s thumb caressed the back of your hand. 

“We do.” Ezekiel replied, never breaking eye contact. 

“What are we doing? We got married while we were both too drunk and your brother let us get away with it. You haven’t spoken more than a sentence to me since we got back. Do you want me to file for divorce?” You let out a deep breath after letting everything out.

Ez chuckled as he let go of your hand, reaching in between you and grabbing the ring.You let out a gasp when he lightly pulled on it, freeing the beautiful ring from the chain. 

You watched as he played with the ring for a while, curiously wondering what he was thinking. He twirled it a couple more times before finally speaking. 

“I like you. I’ve always liked you since I got back from prison.” He took a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours for the first time since you mentioned a divorce.  

“Coco and Angel combined both their brains and decided to plan a trip to Vegas in hopes that I finally got the balls to confess my feelings to you.” 

A small laugh escaped your mouth, imagining both Angel and Coco planning this entire mess up. 

Ez’s smile brighten as he heard your laugh, his eyes shining. 

“I know this is way out of order considering we are legally married but I really like you Y/n and I want to keep whatever this is going.” 

There was a small silence as you watched Ez squirm under your gaze. 

“So what you’re saying is that you married me because you like me?”

A loud laugh escaped from Ez’s mouth and you felt face blush from just hearing him. Just watching him made you feel the butterflies in your stomach go crazy.

He stood from his chair across from you and kneeled in front of you as you froze from his movement. 

“What I’m saying is that I would like to take my wife on a date.” 

You didn’t have time to think before Ezekiel managed to place you in his lap as your hands found their way around his neck. 

The kiss was unexpected but you welcomed it with as much eagerness as he did. This was your second kiss as a married couple and you wanted to cherish it as much as you could. 

A cough quickly caught both of your attention and you stood up with Ez’s help. 

“I mean, I’m glad you guys finally confessed your feelings but you still gotta tell  prez you married his daughter prospect.”

“Fuck” Ez mumbled, making you laugh as you pulled him in for another kiss, ignoring Angel’s gagging in the background. 

You wanted to kiss your husband one last time before your dad killed the both of you, no scratch that, the four of you. 

[redrobinfection]

Batgirls’ Favorite Mentor

Babs & Batfam || Babs & Cass || Babs & Steph || implied DickBabs || Implied JayTim || Read on Ao3 || Happy Birthday, Barbara Gordon! ❤

<< A sequel to last year’s “Dick’s Favorite Person”

~*~

After Barbara's birthday dinner, Tim, Cass and Steph dragged everyone down to the Wayne Manor home theater to watch movies-- 'everyone' including Bruce, Damian, and her father, all three of whom seemed uncomfortable at the prospect of spending the evening participating in normal family bonding activities rather than heading back out into the night to fight crime, even if they couldn't acknowledge that they all three shared that discomfort.

(She was pretty sure her father knew everything--that she had been Batgirl, that Bruce was Batman, and about all the Robins and succeeding Batgirls--or at least suspected most of it, and had for a long time now, but he would never admit as much in order to maintain his plausible deniability).

Barbara struggled to contain her amusement every time she glanced over at them sitting side-by-side, stiff and awkward, on the couch. Oh, the rich irony.

While Steph, Tim and Cass convinced her to pick out a few movies for the family to watch, Dick and Jason helped Alfred clean up from dinner and make some popcorn, and then they escorted the grandfatherly man down to join the little party as well. Barbara picked the Ghostbusters series--including the new reboot film--for their watch party, feeling a little pre-halloween excitement for the first time in a long time, thanks to her good mood.

Her father stayed through the first film--it was something special having her father on one side of her on the big sectional couch, Dick on her other side, and the rest of her chosen family around her, laughing and making witty remarks about the movie--and then he excused himself.

Bruce, Damian, and Alfred persevered through the second, after which Bruce excused himself to "check on an ongoing case"--Barbara knew there was no ongoing case, but she was sure Bruce would also mind his manners around the Birds of Prey, seeing as he had promised her he was fine with them taking over for the night, so she let it slide--and Damian followed, muttering excuses of helping his father.

Alfred sighed and apologized to her, saying he should probably go down and ensure they didn't get up to too much mischief. His tone and the way he phrased it made Barbara giggle and she kissed him on the cheek with a quiet thank you for the dinner and everything else before letting him leave.

That left Barbara, Steph, Cass, Tim, Jason and Dick to watch the reboot film together, and Barbara had to say she enjoyed the extra quality time with her Robins and Batgirls. After that Tim, Jason and Dick also took their leave.

From the sounds of it Jason planned to drag Tim back to their apartment where he had apparently made and hidden extra portions of the mocha frosting used on the cake he gave her earlier and had some creative ideas about where to apply it only to lick it off again--Jason kept his tone low, but Barbara, being Barbara, overheard anyway. She smirked, but also blushed, making a note to avoid watching the surveillance video records for their apartment during these next couple of hours unless it became absolutely necessary.

Dick, blissfully oblivious of Tim and Jason’s plans, wandered off after them, probably headed up to bed or down to the cave to train for a bit before turning in.

After the boys left, Steph and Cass got even more excited and energetic, pulling out nail polish, face masks, and makeup. Barbara chortled at the idea of them doing makeovers and manicures like teenaged girls at a sleepover, but she went along with it with grace. Despite being Batgirls, the three of them weren't overly feminine, but every now and then it was fun to do some normal girl stuff and laugh together at how silly some of it felt.

They put the ridiculous Halle Berry Catwoman movie on in the background--Selina hadn't been overly impressed with that cinematic take on her persona, but Steph vehemently claimed that Halle Berry, acting in that role, had been a crucial part of her gay awakening--and then they did facials and manicures while they talked about boys--not boys in general, and definitely not daydreaming over dating them, but specifically the batboys, commiserating long and loudly over how ridiculous they could be, particularly Bruce.

At a certain point, Steph began not so subtly steering the conversation toward something that was not yet apparent, but Barbara was the one who had taught Steph the finer points of redirection, so she would know, even if she hadn't spotted the end goal as of yet.

"Y'know," Stephanie said, "it's nice when the Birds of Prey come and help out around Gotham. They always do a good job and work well enough with the boys, too." She glanced over as Cass and gave her a pointed look. Cass grinned back at her and began nodding along to the words very deliberately.

"Yeah, that's true…" Barbara allowed cautiously, suppressing the urge to shake her head at their painfully-obvious non-verbal signaling. Their poor attempts to manipulate the conversation notwithstanding, she was curious to see where this was headed, at the very least.

"I mean you should totally ask them to come take over for a couple of days, sometime," Steph went on in a carefully casual tone as she finished the second coat of polish on the fingernails of Barbara's left hand. "Y'know? Maybe take a vacation? Get out of Gotham for a while?"

Barbara sighed and began waving the hand, encouraging the wet polish to dry. "I appreciate what you guys are trying to do," she replied, looking them each in the eye in turn, "but I just don't have the time, what with Halloween and then the holidays. This is such a busy time of year for the crazies--and even for the not-so-crazies--and Bruce will never-"

To her surprise, Cass crouched down right in front of her and cut her off, both with her patented Cassandra Cain stare and with the words, "Yes. But listen."

Barbara blinked, then nodded. Cass smiled slightly then looked up to Steph and nodded for her to continue.

Steph nodded back and dropped the faux-casual tone, saying, "It's already done, Babs. We asked every single Bird on the roster to come by during the second week of November, right after the Halloween crazy-fest and just before the holiday madness.

"Kara, Donna and Koriand'r agreed to rotate out to keep an eye on things from above, Cass convinced Bruce to let them all to bunk here at the manor-" Barbara's eyes boggled while Cass nodded smugly "-and all the boys are on board with the plan and ready to play nice. Cass and I will be here too, just to make sure everyone gets along." Cass cracked the knuckles of one hand and grinned, nodding ominously.

"So, you see, it's all settled," Stephanie finished, looking smug. "You just have to say yes."

Barbara blinked rapidly, struggling to process all the surprises that had just been dumped on her. "Wait… so…I get a choice? To say yes or not?"

Steph laughed. "Yes, Babs, of course; this our gift to you, not a mandated vacation! So what do you say?"

Barbara shook her head, not sure how to respond. "Look, even if I had the time, I haven't exactly saved up to, you know, do anything special or go anywhere...I wouldn't even know where to go..."

"Well, Dick said he would go with you, if you wanted some company," Stephanie said, "Or he would stay here to help hold down the fort if you prefer but, as for paying for the trip…"

Cass walked up to the double doors to the den, pushed them open a crack and stuck her head out into the hall. "Hey, Dick, get your dick in here."

Steph choked on air and then burst out laughing. Barbara couldn't help but grin, especially when Cass backed up far enough to allow an upset and confused Dick Grayson entry into their den of Batgirls.

"Cass, that uhhh…isn't how that saying goes…" he began slowly, looking at Steph and Barbara in alarm.

"She knows that," Steph replied with a smug smile. She shot Cass an appreciative look that Cass returned with a grin and a wink.

Dick simply shook his head and let it go. "So we're doing the gift now?" he asked, glancing at Barbara, but directing his words to Stephanie.

"Yes," Barbara replied, barely concealing her amusement at their 'sneaky' tactics--What had Dick done for an hour in the hall while waiting to be called back in again? Since when did Dick Grayson have the patience for subterfuge anyway?--"Steph and Cass just explained to me that I'm being sent on vacation-"

"If you want!" Steph blurted.

Barbara laughed out loud. "If I want, apparently, and that you've also volunteered to go with me." She raised an eyebrow and adopted a mischievous tone. "Is the part where you offer to be my personal cabana boy? Or to bring your police uniform and strip for me every night?"

Dick grinned. "No, but those aren't bad ideas." He sobered and went on, saying, "No, this is the part where I offer to fly you anywhere in the world--out of my own BPD savings--and give you the choice to go and explore on your own, or to take me along for the ride if you want someone to keep you company and have your back while you're on the road."

Barbara stared, feeling her eyes go misty. "Dick, I...wow. That's…Yeah, I'd really like that."

Dick's grin brightened into a genuine smile, and out of the corner of her eye she saw Stephanie fist pump and then fist bump Cassandra. Barbara thought about it for a few seconds and then said,

"The Italian Lakes."

Dick tilted his head questioningly. "In the Italian Alps?"

Barbara nodded decisively. "I know it will be chilly in November, but I want to go there. I've always wanted to see them and stay in one of the villas."

Dick laughed and nodded. "Like that one they used for the Naboo lake country in Star Wars Episode II?"

Barbara rolled her eyes but smiled. "Yes, you closeted-nerd, exactly like that."

"Consider it done," Dick replied without hesitation.

"Thank you," she replied sincerely, turning her gaze onto all three of them. "You all had to have talked about this extensively, probably weeks in advance, and done so much leg work to get everyone on the same page…" she narrowed her eyes, suddenly suspicious, "and you still managed to hide it from me of all people?!"

"Yes, from the all seeing Oracle," Steph laughed, grinning infuriatingly.

How even, Barbara mouthed, shaking her head incredulously.

"By only speaking in-person in electronics-free areas," Steph replied, smiling conspiratorially. "By passing each other coded notes and-"

"Smoke signals," Cass added, nodding sagely.

"And messenger pigeons, too, of course," Dick finished, his eyes sparkling with mirth.

Barbara shook her head at the three of them then shook a finger at one in particular. "Dick, you son of a bat, you lied to me," she accused, smiling broadly. "You totally had a gift all along and you led me on all evening!"

"Yeah," Dick admitted with a sigh, running a hand through his hair, "I didn't want to spoil the surprise, but it was sooooooo hard, I really wanted to give you something--anything--so much earlier..."

"I'm glad you didn't," Barbara cut in. "The surprises--both of them--were wonderful. Thank You." She looked Stephanie, then Cassandra in the eyes. "All of you. Really. This means a lot."

Steph swooped down to give her a hug. As soon as she straightened, Cass leaned down gracefully to give one of her own. Barbara squeezed each of them tightly in turn, trying desperately to relay the gratitude beyond words that she felt for their thoughtfulness as well as she could through the contact. The knowing smile Cass gave her as they separated told Barbara her unspoken message was received and understood.

"Only the best for the best mentor," Cass replied quietly.

Stephanie nodded. "We wouldn't be the Batgirls we were-" she glanced at Cass "-and are today if it weren't for you. You're the MVB forever."

Barbara frowned for a moment, then smiled. "Most Valuable Batgirl?"

Cass and Steph nodded and Dick nodded too, in the background.

"Forever," Cass repeated.

"Awwww, Batgirls…" Barbara cooed, feeling tears prick at the corners of her eyes. She motioned them back in and drew them into a tight group hug, all three of them slinging their arms around each other, laughing when their heads eventually clonked together. After a moment Barbara noticed Dick smiling fondly at the three of them from a discrete distance.

She raised her head and cleared her throat. "Okay, all non-Batgirls, please vacate the room. The official Batgirl spa night continues now."

Steph and Cass giggled but stepped away and busied themselves with rewinding the movie, giving Dick an opening to approach Babs before leaving once again. He stopped beside her chair, leaned down, and kissed her gently on the forehead, murmuring, "Happy Birthday, Babs."

She caught him by the chin and drew him down into a quick kiss, murmuring her thanks against his lips. He smiled, stood, then left quietly through the double doors.

To one side, Steph and Cass scrutinized bottles of nail polish with undeserved concentration, clearly trying to give Barbara and Dick some privacy. Barbara smiled.

"Okay, so, back to business. We’ve finished facials and fingernails, so...how about pedicures now?"

Steph and Cass blinked in surprise. "Are you sure?" Steph asked. She and Cass never made a big deal out of Barbara's paraplegia--often openly discussing it with Barbara as the situation required--but they'd also tried to avoid activities that would highlight her differences, such as pedicures.

"Yeah, I know, I wouldn't be able to feel it, but, you know, it's been such long time since my feet have had a chance to get fancy. It's my birthday, so…why not?" Barbara replied lightly, smiling slyly at them.

Slowly their faces brightened until Steph was beaming and Cass' eyes were reduced to delighted slivers.

"Absolutely!" "Of course!"

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