#this was supposed to be a short response goddamnit

[saintmuses]

❝𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣'𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝❞

Pairing:

Tom x Janet and Bill’s Daughter!Reader

Summary:

After Tom found out about the affair between his wife and Bill, surprisingly Janet as well; He went after one person he had been wanting for a while now.

Warning(s): SMUT. Drug usage. Implied minor age gap??? (everyone’s grown). Minor corruption. Protective!Tom. A small flashback in italics. Minors, dni! Note: do not fucking do drugs.

Word Count: 2.4k

“What the hell?”

Tom heard a familiar voice shrieking down the hallway, and he bolted towards where Janet was to see her standing there holding onto the door handle with his gun hanging on her fingers loosely next to her thigh. He turned his gaze to see Y/N standing in the doorway, bewildered with her hand on her chest as if she was about to have a heart attack. He could feel his face softening at the sight of her before his eyes hardened when he turned back to the older woman.

“Put that away before you scare your daughter some more.” He hissed, glaring down at Janet who was abashed by her own reaction.

Later that evening, he walked quietly down the dimmed hallway after leaving the kitchen towards her bedroom.

Jinny and Martha took Bill to stay with them since Janet kicked him out with a ferocious rage on her face despite having a moment of calm while bringing him back.

Then Janet out of guilt wanted him to stay overnight so they could talk about what happened. He was not in the mood to venture out of the place and take a transportation to his empty house, hence why he agreed upon that.

It wasn’t because of that hypocritical bitch; it was something else.

He fucking despised everyone in the house he was standing in. He hated Janet, he hated Bill -at least he had a decency to admit he was having an affair whereas Janet got pissed the fact he was having one while she was having an affair with the same person- he could not stand that miserable cynical bitch April, could barely tolerated Jinny and her wife Martha, then there was self-preaching Gottfried. God, he hated them all. 

They were all so self-absorbed within themselves.

However, there was one person in this house who he did not hate. Ever since he had met Y/N at one of the dinner parties a year ago which was held in April and Gottfried’s home, he gravitated towards her. Soft eyes with a sweet smile.

He placed his hands in the pockets of his trousers as he propped himself against the doorway that was already opened.

His heart constricted at the sight of her sitting with her legs crossed in her sleepy shorts and plain t-shirt, looking down at the computer technology as the bright light shined on her face.

He gave her a small smile when she looked up from her laptop. “Hey, Y/N.”

She gave him a quirk of lips before her eyes dragged from his face to the screen in front of her. She hesitated before she returned her gaze to his. “Tom?”

He hummed in response, indicating he was listening.

“I’m sorry that your wife…” she trailed off awkwardly before closing her laptop with a quiet sound.

His shoulders shifted as he shrugged. “It’s alright. Our marriage hadn’t been well for a while,” sweat began to collect at his temples. Goddamnit.

She gave him a sympathetic smile. “It’s still not an excuse, isn’t it?”

He swallowed thickly, “no. I suppose not.” It came out as a rasp. His fingers trembled slightly, feeling the urge. “I will be right back.”

“You know you don’t have to go to the lavatory for that,” she told him, a knowing glint was shone in her depths.

“You…?”

“It’s kind of hard not to, you’re a bit jittery. It’s in your eyes.” She pointed out softly.

His ocean blue eyes analyzed the bedroom, taking in a mental of things that made to add to her characterization. “Well, I would have to do it in the bathroom since I don’t want to ruin your pretty things.”

“Okay.” She simply said. A beat before she opened her mouth. “Tom?” 

“Yeah, baby?” An endearment slipped from his tongue unbidden

A slight red shade painted her cheeks as she blushed, and he belatedly realized he had called her a pet name. 

“I’ve never tried cocaine,” she mumbled.

He closed the distance between them, his dress shoes barely stopping at the edge of her bed. “You shouldn’t,” he stated, shaking his head quickly. “I don’t want you to get into this stuff, promise me you won’t.” He said, sternly while staring into her eyes.

A pause before a sigh. “I promise.”

A sense of feeling washed over him, and he took a step back, adding the distance between the bed and himself.

“Since you won’t do it in my room, and you don’t want me to do it…can I watch you while you do it in the lavatory?” She asked, nibbling on her lips nervously.

He immediately wanted to say no.

But what if someone else would be too happy to let her watch it, possibly going as far as letting her take a bump or two. He could feel the anger brimming at the surface at the thought. He knew she would listen and would not break her promise to him.

However, why wouldn’t he do it so her curiosity would be satisfied, and she would not feel the need to consult someone else if they were to offer the opportunity.

With that, he changed his mind. He nodded, “come here.” He murmured, holding his hand out for her to latch onto it.

Relishing in the feeling of warmth of her hand as she clasped her fingers around his, and he immediately intertwined them together.

The lights were dimmed in the living room as they walked in the hallway, but he could hear chatter in the kitchen, luckily the door was shut so April, her husband and Janet wouldn’t see them going to the lavatory.

Opening the door, he quickly pushed her in there gently before flicking on the switch. His hand reached and twisted the latch to lock the door behind him once he stepped into the lavatory.

He unbuttoned his blazer before reaching in the inner pocket to drag out a clear plastic bag of white powder, and a card. Dropping them in the bathroom sink.

He had thought about doing it again on the edge of the bathtub, in the same spot that he had done it before. However, she was here.

He dragged his bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling on it before releasing it as he turned around to look at her with determination in his ocean blue depths. “Do you trust me?”

“Yeah.”

“Come here,” he said for the second time today. He took a step back from the sink when she closed the distance. She looked up to him with curiosity in her gaze. He only gave her a small quirk on his lips before turning her around to face the mirror, away from him.

He pushed her head to the side, pushing her strands behind her neck before leaning in.

He inhaled slowly, humming slightly as he glided the tip of his nose against the curve of her neck. The scent of florals engulfed his sense.

He was touch-starved from her skin. Raging inferno bloomed underneath his skin as he looked from afar, always watching her while he had no idea his wife, Marianne was cheating on him with Bill and Janet at the same time. He could’ve had her a while back if he had known.

“You’re trembling, baby.” He whispered; his nose grazed her skin. His hand roamed in front of her body, reaching in the sink absentmindedly until he heard the crinkle of the packet that held the drug as he picked it up from the sink.

He brought it to her collarbone, tilting the bag before spreading the white powder into a thin -as thin as he could- line onto her skin.

Then he closed the bag, throwing it back in the sink before he tilted his head forward.

He inhaled sharply as the white powder drifted into his nostril before lifting his head. He dropped the short metal straw in the sink. Closing his eyes for a release of euphoria as he gripped her waist, his ears prickled at the sounds of her light whimpers. He opened his eyes to see there was residue left behind before he leaned forward, parting his lips. His tongue slipped out of his mouth, lapping the residue off her skin.

He saw them reflecting on the mirror as he lifted his face, his eyes were dilated while half-lidded due to her close proximity.

But the look on her face was just enough to push him over the edge the cocaine could not accomplish.

Tom eventually gripped her jaw, pulling her in quickly as he turned her face to him, their lips colliding with such force that she would have stumbled backwards into the sink were it not for his hand pressing into her back, bringing their bodies closer together. 

“Fuck,” he breathed into her mouth. Pulling back, he turned her around to face the small mirror. He then tucked his fingers into the waistband of her sleepy shorts and panties, bending down as he dragged them down until they hit the tiles. He then forced her legs apart as he urged her to bend over slightly, she had to place her hands on each side of the mirror to hold herself up.

Unbuckling his belt before unzipping them, he then pushed his trousers along with his boxers down his thighs, freeing his cock from the constraint. He stroked it with his fist a few times. 

His hand came down between them to rub the curve of her ass. Then using both of his thumbs, Tom reached down and spread her folds to show him just how eager and ready she was despite not touching her.

“Fuck, you have a pretty pussy.” He breathed, straightening up; bringing his thick shaft to her cunt before slowly began to push into her tight entrance, feeling her slick hole resisting his intrusion. She was very tight.

About halfway in, Tom began to pull himself back until the tip of his cock was right at her tight entrance once more. It flexed and clamped down involuntarily, giving him enough pleasure on its own without even moving. With the way she was shifting on her tiptoes revealed to him just how needy she was. His hands come down to grip at the porcelain sink on either side of her frame.

Tom’s fingers tighten around the sink, using them as anchorage to force the rest of his cock in her cunt.

He simply pulled out before forcing his way back in with a grunt, giving her little hole no choice other than to adjust to his size. Her cunt oozed droplets of warm slick, coating his shaft in arousal.

His cock pulled out of her cunt, quickly sliding back in. He continued the process a few more times until her body relaxed enough to take him fully without resistance. Once he felt her, he began to pound into her, ramming his cock into her tight hole.

He used one hand to collect her hair to the side, bringing his lips to her ear. “It should’ve been you,” he grunted before pressing his lips to the curve of her cheek.

“What do you mean?” She panted the question, eyes squeezing shut as she tried to restrain herself from making any more noises from erupting her throat.

His lips brushed on her skin as he spoke. “You should’ve been my wife.”

The effort was fruitless as those words became her undoing. Her whimpers were strained, swallowing down anything that would give her away in the house due to the walls being thin even down the hallway.

“Let me hear those pretty sounds, baby,” he breathed out, panting as his hips slam into her ass loud enough to echo in the lavatory each time. 

“I can’t, they’re-“ down the hallway, she wanted to say, but couldn’t due to the noises that were threatening to slip. She shook her head, craning her neck to glance at him at the mirror reflecting the image of them. Her brows were furrowed, but her eyes were drawn out similar how a drunk person would look like except she was all cock drunk. 

“Fuck them,” he grunted, letting go of the side of the sink to grip her throat, curling his fingers around one side while his thumb resided on the other of her throat, squeezing hard enough for her to choke. She gasped for air against his palm, her hands still flexing onto the wall. 

When she struggled to give in, his hand crawled up her throat to press against her lips, his fingers prying her mouth open. His fingers pushed further back into her warm mouth, pressing against her tongue as he quickened his pace.

He stared at her at the mirror, full blown lust was etched on his face while hers were just as beautiful which caused him to flex his fingers in her mouth when her drool began to dribble down his fingers eventually making its way to the back of his hand before dripping down to his wrist. He angled his hips in the exact same way, shoving into her with enough force.

His thick cock abused her cunt, stretching her hole so wide around his shaft. With her leg lifted onto the porcelain sink, she was spread for him to slam deeper into her over and over again

His balls smacking against her cunt. It was difficult for her to stay silent; her walls were completely melting against his roughness.

“Tom,” she whined, attempting to warn him.

He needed more, somehow the cocaine fueled his lust to ruin her. He took a hold of her hips with a bruising force, dragging her leg off of the sink, before lifting her until her legs were dangling as he began to pound brutally into her pussy.

About to unravel, she gripped one side of the sink, knuckles straining as her other hand smacked, attempting to grapple the other side of the sink. She tried again. “Tom.”

He heard her, but he didn’t slow down like she thought he would. He merely grunted, moving his body faster as each thrust grew in force. He was fucking her pussy as if it was the last thing he would ever do, ruining her body as much as he wanted. It was his, after all. She was his. 

Her juice was coating his cock as it slid in and out of her cunt. The feeling of her insides tightening and clamping down against his cock was beginning to overwhelm him and he slammed into her, thick ropes of cum starting to shoot out of his tip, pumping into her until there was no longer any room in her cunt.

[gaytedlasso]

Oh absolutely not. No way in hell. Pride flag and camera set up in one corner of the press room equals nightmare fuel. Trent looks over at Keeley, glaring daggers at her — and she just giggles. Goddamnit. Apparently that 'pissed off journalist who will end you' expression of his has softened quite a bit over the past few years. Suppose that's what happens when you're married to a literal ray of sunshine.

"So Rebecca and I thought a pride campaign this year—"

"Flattered but no thank you." Trent's voice is clipped, arms crossed in front of his chest.

"But whyyyy?" Keeley pouts up at Trent. "It's not like this is breaking news any more!"

Trent is well aware. The media frenzy when the press caught wind of their fledgling relationship was nothing short of a firestorm. (Trent will kill Ernie. That is non-negotiable at this point.) They always knew it'd be front page headlines, but Trent grossly underestimated the vitriol thrown at them both. Colin's kiss on the pitch was barely a blip on the radar; the press saved all their ire for Ted-and-Trent.

But as with all things, it died down once Rupert had yet another scandal and the news shifted to that story like a flock of magpies gravitating to the next shiny thing. Sure they all circled the proverbial wagons (fucking hell Ted, Trent's tired of thinking like you.) the day Ted showed up on the pitch with a wedding band and Trent, in the press room at his new job as ~~lion tamer~~ press wrangler wore a matching one.

Neither of those were planned events. Ted and Trent had always tried to just keep their relationship quiet — never secret just... quiet. Never flaunting.

This... this is flaunting. This is a public display. This is in your face...

Trent isn't concerned about his own queerness, he's worried about Ted. He's worried about their children. He's worried —

"Don't overthink," Ted says, wrapping his arms around Trent from behind, moustache tickling Trent's ear. "I can smell just how hard those gears are turning. When Keeley asked I said you'd have more reservations than a sold-out Marriott on super bowl weekend."

Turning around in Ted's arms, Trent lifts a hand, threading through the soft tawny strands at the base of Ted's neck.

"You're not worried?"

Ted chuckles, the sound warm and slithers down Trent's spine like a warm hug. "Not a whit, Walt Whitman," Ted replies. "I look at it as an opportunity. Besides, some wise woman once told me to fuck the haters and—"

As always, the f-word spilling from Ted's lips incites some sort of pavlovian response in Trent.

Trent doesn't even hear the sound of the camera click.

- drabble written by my beloved @singaroundelay

~

Fuck the haters! Happy Pride 🏳️‍🌈

inprnt / redbubble

[8o8o8o8o8]

Gabe/Sisyphus aftercare talking. Somehow I keep writing these two having the most tender moments in the bathroom

Gabriel expected the rough treatment, the beatdown thinly disguised as sparring. Welcomed it even. Welcomed even more the way Sisyphus pinned him down to the dirt, crushing grip on his wrists. He furiously pushed his hips up against the man, and breathed a sigh of relief when the gesture was returned.

Gabriel did not expect what came after the act.

They're in the shower, or rather, on the shower floor. Gabriel isn't sure he can stand any time soon, weak with exertion and leftover bliss. At least his wounds has mostly closed up by now.

"Why?" God, he still sounds utterly wrecked.

Sisyphus pauses, looking up from where he's been scrubbing at Gabriel's bicep, one large hand cradling his bruised elbow. It's... gentle. Kind. He doesn't know what to make of the warmth that bubbles up in him at being held like this.

"You don't like me. Why... all this?" He gestures at the shower, at his caught arm. At Sisyphus kneeling over him, hands full of soapy rag and angel.

Sisyphus sighs, going back to his task. "Maybe I like taking care of my weapons. Especially one as excellent as you." Shit, he can definitely feel the shiver going through Gabriel at that. "Or I know that no one has ever touch you like this, and I'm simply too greedy not to claim all of you for myself. Or—" he pulls Gabriel in, face tucked against his shoulder, as he starts washing his back. Gabriel can feel a cheek pressed unnecessarily (affectionately) against the top of his head. "I'm making sure you would want to do this again."

Even now, this is still more intimate than Gabriel is comfortable with. He bristles with undue defensiveness. "Can you give me a straightforward answer for once? And what does that last one even mean?"

Sisyphus hums, the sound rumbling pleasantly against his head. His anger stops short in its track. Goddamnit, that was nothing and his heart is still determined to fawn over the man about it.

In his private ranting, he almost misses when Sisyphus speaks.

"Say I left you on the ground once I'm done. Pried your arms off of me and walked away, leaving you to tend to yourself." Gabriel can't help but tenses at the idea. A warm hand presses against his back, pulling him in to rest more fully on Sisyphus. His visible heartbeat briefly kicks up a notch, but he continues. "Would you want to take me again, if you know that's how the encounter will end?"

Gabriel pulls back from his hold. He needs space for what he's going to admit. "No, I suppose not... I see. I—do believe there will be a next time. O–only because you've been very courteous about it." He hurriedly adds, convincing no one.

Sisyphus laughs at him, but ah, there's that rapid heartbeat again. "How very gracious of you." He pats at Gabriel's covered cheek. His own heart kicks up in response. He doesn't even have it in him to be annoyed at it.

Maybe you do this for all of those reasons. But also, Gabriel thinks, looking down at his own banged up knees, recalling how Sisyphus cushioned them as he lowered him to the tiled floor, you don't want to admit that you're just affectionate, aren't you?

He thinks of the way Sisyphus never stopped touching him since he carried him to the bathroom. The scrubbing that turned to absentminded stroking. The gentle hand that held his elbow.

He's still giddy with the afterglow and wants nothing more than to keep soaking in all these touches. But, he could do more.

Gabriel grasps at the hand on his cheek, pulling Sisyphus down and closer; he goes so willingly it makes his chest tight. Gabriel pulls him down further with a hand on his neck and, quite audibly, presses a kiss through his helmet to Sisyphus' cheek.

He can hear a sharp inhale. He can't help but chuckle fondly at the stunned look Sisyphus gives him. Somewhere underneath the affection spreading warm and sticky over him, is a spike of real heat.

"Let me help you wash up as well? Please?" It's partially his (slightly misplaced) sense of courtesy, but mostly...

To be honest, if that's how Sisyphus reacts to just a single gesture, he can't wait to put his hands all over him now.

[sardonic-the-writer]

Hey, you seem cool and I saw your posts about watcher, could you explain some of it? It looks epic!

First of all thank you so much!! Second of all, Ill do my best to justify it, but I highly recommend simply going to their YouTube channel to support the company directly and everyone that works there. They have all their series like Too Many Spirits, Ghost Files, Puppet History and so much more all in convenient playlists for the public. If my ask doesn't satisfy you enough I cannot recommend checking out @wearewatcher @trashworldblog and @bergoozter blogs enough!

I'll try to keep this short, but basically the main building blocks for this three year old (I think) company called Watcher Entertainment is Ryan Bergara, Shane Madej and Steven Lim. Three best friends who wanted to end a contract with a company that was limiting their creative freedom, namely Buzzfeed, so they could go on to do more. And the company was born—unfortunately right as the pandemic started.

They preserved through and the products are amazing. Ghost Files this year (or last year seeing as 2023 started officially an hour ago for me) got their channel to the first million views ever I believe, which is amazing. It helped bring back a lot of their old audience from Buzzfeed Unsolved and throw them into their other works like Puppet History.

Now, Puppet History is exactly what it sounds like. A fuzzy blue puppet teaching people about history. Sometime inbetween learning about getting thrown out of windows and a lady surviving the propellers of the Titanic, some crazy lore gets thrown in there. I wont say anything though becuase my dear anon that would be spoiling things for you.

Shane's the main cause of that show though. He constructed almost all of it in lockdown I belive. Building everything from scratch—from the stage to all the puppet—puppetering all of them and voicing them all as well. It's his pride and joy.

Ghost Files however is Ryan's baby. He loved Buzzfeed Unsolved when it was still happening and from my understanding it hurt like a BITCH to give that show up. But he did, mainly for all us, just so he could go on to do so much more. Thanks for that Bergoozer. But the funny part is, the show is about hunting ghosts. Capturing proof and all. Shane doesn't belive in any of that stuff. Ghosts? Nah. Aliens? Zip. Demons? Zero. Big fat goose egg. Meanwhile Ryan's in a corner crying and rocking himself when they come anywhere close to contact with a supposed supernatural being.

It's part of what makes the show so entertaining. Not just how hilarious it is knowing Ryan's afraid of his biggest hobby, but also the realness of it all. In the first episode I nearly post of laughing becuase a camera man farted. And while yeah farts are funny, after I was done laughing I realized they could have cut the part about them all admiting it was a farther, and just pretended they had found evidence. But they didn't. And if that doesn't nail it home for you that these people are serious and loving when it comes to their content, I don't know what will.

Also, Steven is a great cook. He eats a shit ton apparently (see Watchers latest episode) and owes a rat puppet a good meal, but honestly I could go on forever about that man. He's just so weird and stupid and crazy. I love him. Highly recommend watching Too Many Spirits just for the crazy names he gives the drinks he makes.

Probably weren't expecting an essay about all this, but this is just my long winded response in saying— go watch their stuff. Support the company. Support the creators. Support the fandom! God knows Watcher recognizes their fandom and appreciates them so much for everything. They repost fanart goddamnit. Name one company that does that almost everyday multiple times a day, if at all.

Cheers mate and happy new year.

[skyland2703]

Trini rolled her eyes. Today of all days, she had to be stuck with this brat. She had places to BE goddamnit!!

Sure, sure, Trini knew what she was signing up for, but she hadn’t imagined the date would be THIS much of a trainwreck. Sure, Kimberly Hart was a socialite, sure, she wasn’t the best person to get along with, but why the hell was she this drunk? Was she a goddamned CHILD?

Trini sighed, and heaved her up, trudging along the pavement with her, having to hold her up, while she made childish remarks about literally everything that her eye landed on.

“Is that a birb? Why is it awake?? Don’t birbs sleep?”

“That’s an owl, Kimberly”

“POTHOLE! Don’t trip and fall!!”

Trini knew she wasn’t the one who’d be tripping and falling into the pothole— she was in half a mind to push Kim and just run away— but unfortunately she’s had a sense of responsibility towards the drunk girl, as begrudging protagonists in crack rom com films had, and she knew she just couldn’t leave Kim on the road just like that.

“HEY WHY ARE YOU SO SHOOOOORT”

Trini flared up at that, rolled her eyes, and while part of her wanted her to scream “i am not SHORT this is average height!!!” As she usually did at anyone who pointed out the fact, she regained self-control, breathed in and then out, and mumbled, “because you’re wearing six inch heels”

“I see a car! Car!! Wait!!”

Before she knew it, Kim was out of her hands, and lurching headfirst towards the car. It took a lot of struggling and the poor driver of the car to hammer the breaks and bring it to a screeching halt in front of the two girls, and then got out to yell at them.

Trini now knew she couldn’t handle her alone. She pulled up her own phone to dial Tommy’s number, and to ask him to pick them up.

“Who are you calling” Kim asked, eyeing her suspiciously, “I hope it’s not my dad…”

“It’s not your dad. I’m calling Tommy to take us home”

“Home?” Kim’s face lit up, blushing profusely, already pink from all the alcohol and rouge she’d applied, “you’re taking me h-h-homeee” she giggled.

“NOT THAT WAY”

“Then?” She listened into Tommy’s voice on the phone. There was a ruckus behind him, someone yelling “ITS NOT 31 it’s 13!” And then another, “goddamnit NO confetti!!” And “it’s supposed to be a surprise!” And amongst all the commotion, Tommy yelling, “HOW’S THE DATE GOING!?” So he’d be heard over all the various sounds and noises behind him.

“It’s going just like how I said it would” Trini groaned, “I need you to pick us up”

“Us?” Tommy asked, and she could almost hear a cackle in his voice.

“NOT THAT WAY YOU IDIOT!”

“Yeeeesss that wayyy” Kim mumbled from the side, making sure Tommy would hear, and that elicited another laugh from him, “is she drunk? Oh my gosh did you get her drunk?!”

…

Someone continue…

Trini heads a big network television company. Her personal assistant, Tommy, convinces her to put herself on auction for a charity. She’s not thrilled about it.

Kim is a partying socialite. She attends the event because she’s trying to change her image to one of charitable socialite. Her business manager Jason goes with her.

The second Trini walks on stage, Kim has to win her. So she does. Trini is still not amused. Kim is hot, but she’s not exactly the ideal date. Jason urges Kim to be on her best behavior. Kim gets drunk in the first half hour of the date.

Someone continue….

[yuesya]

In the story "and much madness must make" if Madeleine was born male, would things have been the same? vastly different? or a little different?

Hmm, I feel like this can go a few different ways. For all that Big Mom herself is female, to a certain extent it does seem that her daughters tend to be used as marriage pieces more than her sons, and generally are of lower rank than her sons in terms of her crew’s power structure, suggesting that she might favor sons over daughters… But all her children are disposable to her in the end, really. 

ANYWAYS, if Madeleine had been born male, there are a few possibilities: 

A) Similar to f!Madeleine, m!Madeleine is also deeply ensnared by a singularly overwhelming fear of Big Mom, but being male means a quicker rise through the ranks, since m!Madeleine is brought to Big Mom’s attentions much earlier than f!Madeleine’s attentions are. (Sons don’t run the possibility of being married off to another crew one day, after all.)   

Also, m!Madeleine experiences markedly more hostility from the vast majority of his siblings; it’s easier to feel concern and sympathy for a quiet, sullen sister than it is for a quiet, sullen brother. There is less compassion from Brulee, more harsh discipline from Katakuri, more ‘roughhousing’ from Cracker –obviously, there’s no way that this is going to end better than the canon storyline, even if m!Madeleine will probably end up stronger than f!Madeleine as a result in terms of combat abilities.

Not to mention the additional mental issues from the transition between different genders…

… Yeah, there’s no way that this is going to end well.

B)  Suppose that, m!Madeleine is allowed more freedom than f!Madeleine, and thus sets sail to complete various assignments for big mom at a younger age. His fear of Big Mom is something much more manageable than the utter MESS it would escalate into in later years, and this means that m!Madeleine plucks up the courage to get the hell out of dodge in his teens, faking his own death and going, ‘Fuck it, I’m out.’

A young, adolescent male is a target, but less of a target than a young, adolescent female. m!Madeleine still runs into his fair share of trouble over the years, but not as much harassment as f!Madeleine might have received, had she tried the same thing in his shoes. Also marginally less danger from the sex traffickers around, though the slave trade, well…

The New World is not a safe place to be wandering around in by yourself, let’s just leave it at that. 

Without Big Mom’s protection, m!Madeleine has two routes to go in the food chain: Become prey, or become predator. 

B.1) If m!Madeleine is lucky, he escapes danger by the skin of his teeth and changes, grows, flourishes, though it’s debatable whether or not his years after escaping Big Mom have changed him for the better.

B.2) If m!Madeleine is unlucky, then several years later down the line, the Straw Hats’ first Sabaody visit and subsequent encounter with Saint Charlos and Saint Shalria goes a little differently, due to the blank-eyed, pink-haired boy at their side. Everything still turns out fine, though, thanks to Rayleigh.

C) m!Madeleine strikes up a rapport with his brothers. Or, well, maybe not rapport, but the men in the Charlotte family tend to hold the more influential and/or powerful positions in the family hierarchy, and a new genius brother who makes it clear from the start that he’s utterly disinterested in making power grabs or forming his own little faction within the family is better-received by the majority of his brothers than a strange, awkward sister who no one aside from Brulee really understands. 

m!Madeleine ends up being railroaded into the heart of the bureaucracy in Totto Land, somehow, mostly because he’s the only one who literally threw open the windows and jumped out of the meeting room while everyone else started squabbling over the important position, and because Peros is an asshole. While m!Madeleine isn’t exactly happy with this job, he’s also much more mentally stable and overall healthier than he might otherwise have been as an active combatant. Big Mom grumbles from time to time that m!Madeleine would’ve been more useful as a frontliner like Katakuri, given the talent he’d shown in his younger years, but the integral role that m!Madeleine holds in Totto Land’s day-to-day workings means that he’s pretty much permanently housebound at this point to keep things running. Islandbound. Whatever.

m!Madeleine also inadvertently ends up being the unofficial counselor for, like, 80% of his siblings’ Issues, because he ends up being the most normal and well-adjusted of the lot this time around. 

By a strange quirk of fate, m!Madeleine still ends up eating the Dream Dream Fruit. He takes it in a completely different direction than f!Madeleine did, though, and instead primarily uses it as a therapy tool to help his siblings, or a ‘safe spot’ for them to destroy whatever the hell they want with no regard for their surroundings as stress relief, since he can create an illusory environment. Some of his older siblings take advantage of this to work on large-scale combat techniques which can get messy and destructive.

If Katakuri is the proud, immovable pillar of strength of the family, then m!Madeleine’s role here is something a little softer, the brother who cares and always makes time for you when you need it, no matter how busy his schedule is, the tireless weaver spinning the web tying everyone together. A far cry from the cold, icy little thing in his younger years.

Pudding is the only one –aside from some of her oldest siblings, maybe, but even that’s debatable– who knows that m!Madeleine hides under that warm, kindly veneer. The one time Totto Land’s defenses are breached and that Supernova Urouge invades their home, some of the invaders reach the Nursery, where the youngest little Charlottes live. Helpless children. Perfect hostages.

Pudding’s legs are shaking, and she’s barely able to suppress the hysterical scream rising in her throat by the time m!Madeleine is done. The man tilts his head as he catches sight of her, and holds a single finger to his lips at her in a playful gesture of silence, and winks at her. Warm, friendly, caring.

Blood pools steadily beneath his feet.

.

… Getting progressively longer here, haha. Whoops. These are just a few options off the top of my head; there’s a lot of directions that m!Madeleine could go in.

[mourntheantagonist]

Harringrove Week: Day 3

prompts: stood up & hopper’s locked office

Round and Round

warning: explicit; daddy kink/bdsm + homophobic language

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Steve was on his second glass of wine and his second basket of breadsticks when the waiter, who was supposed to be bringing him the check, came to stand by his table completely empty handed, with a nervous smile on his stupid face. Steve wasn’t normally nasty to the wait staff, but he was already in a foul mood. 

“I don’t see the bill.” Steve said, rolling his eyes and taking another angry bite out of a breadstick. 

“Sorry about that sir, it’s just, we got a call from the police station, and they’re asking to speak to you.”

Of course. Steve just stared directly at the empty chair in front of him, unoccupied by the person making him look like a fool in the middle of a busy Enzo’s on a Friday night, earning looks of pity from all the other patrons as they watched the poor Harrington boy get stood up. He couldn’t help but consider ignoring the call, let him rot in a cell for just the night as punishment, but Steve was a sucker if nothing else, and he would hear him out, if not just to hear him beg and plead. 

“Where’s your phone?” Steve asked, standing up from the table, tossing down his napkin and brushing the crumbs off of his nice green shirt that he wore specifically because Billy said he liked it. 

“It’s just over here,” the waiter said, still appearing on edge, and Steve could only imagine what Billy had said to him—threatened him with—in just their short few seconds of speaking. “Follow me.”

Steve followed, just trying to figure out what exactly Billy did this time that got him stuck behind bars, placing mental bets with himself on what was so much more important than their date—so much more important than Steve. 

Steve picked up the phone that was just dangling on the wall, knowing exactly the words he would be greeted with, preparing himself to hear it, and preparing himself not to give in.

“Hey Billy.”

“Hey pretty boy.” Billy’s voice was smooth and hypnotic, and god Steve really was a sucker—so easily swayed by just the sound of that sublime voice. 

Steve waved down the waiter, who was just nervously standing by Steve, cowering slightly behind the corner. Steve made a little pen motion with his hand, requesting his check for the third time, and he began to consider stiffing the guy if he kept staring at him like a baby deer. 

Fortunately, for the baby deer, he had quick feet, and had the receipt in his hand, fast enough that Steve didn’t have to hear Billy start to beg.

That was something Steve was far too interested in seeing in person, and he was getting a little bit too excited for it if the way he was tapping his foot and signing the check in chicken scratch wasn’t already a clue. 

“Goddamnit! I’m on my way asshole.”

Steve said, hanging up the phone before Billy could get in any kind of response. He passed the waiter the signed check, grabbed his coat off the chair, and downed the remainder of his glass of wine while twirling his car keys in his other hand. 

If he got pulled over for a DUI, what were they going to do? Take him to the police station?

Steve pulled in and walked through the front doors to see Hopper, standing right there, arms crossed over his chest. “Surprised you actually showed up this time kid,” he said, motioning Steve to follow him to the back of the station, “if I were you I’d have let him spend the night, teach him a lesson.”

Steve just rolled his eyes and followed him, “Don’t worry,” he said, with a sly smile and deep voice that got Hopper turning around and begging him not to finish his sentence. “I’ll teach him a lesson.”

“For Christ’s sake Harrington, you know I didn’t want to hear that.”

“That's why I said it.”

Hopper pinched the bridge of his nose. “I oughta just toss you in jail, it’d do you some good.” he said, “Although, doesn’t seem to be doing much for your boyfriend, I think he gets a kick out of it.”

“Well,” Steve said, once again in a voice that had Hopper begging him to stop, “he does like handcuffs.”

“Harrington, I mean it!”

Steve laughed, Billy might get a kick out of being locked down, but nothing was better than pushing Hopper’s buttons, and making him blush. “Just show him to me.”

“I’ll show him to ya,” Hopper said, toothpick bouncing up and down in his mouth, “but you’re gonna have to post bail this time. I got people breathing down my neck about always letting him go.”

There was a knowledge between the two of them, one that most, if not the rest of Hawkins, didn’t know. It was the reason why Hopper always let him go, and Steve always forgave him. Behind the cocky, disrespect for authority and law, was a vulnerable, broken, desperate grasp for control and release. Billy had a lead foot. He’d pick a straightaway and floor it all the way into third gear, and wait for the red and blue lights to flash in his rear. 

Steve didn’t mind paying the bail, he didn’t mind the trips to the police station, but he would mind if Billy wrapped his car around a pole, because that would just be selfish. 

Billy may have walked out unscathed this time, not a scratch on the Camaro, but Steve did mind this trip to the police station and paying the bail, because Billy stood him up, left him humiliated at an empty table for two, and Steve decided he was going to be a little bit selfish this time. 

“Let me talk to him,” Steve said, “then I’ll decide if I’m willing to pay.”

Hopper nodded his head, brushing away any kind of dirty implications he could possibly derive from Steve’s words, and led him to the back where Billy sat slumped on a bench, leather jacket on but his nice blue button down underneath. He at least appeared like he was headed somewhere fancy, at least it looked like he hadn’t totally forgotten about him.

It also meant that he’d chosen a quick adrenaline rush over an evening with him, so there was also that. Steve couldn’t decide which way he’d prefer it. 

He wasn’t alone in his cell. There was a cranky old man in a dirty flannel with a busted nose sitting on the bench on the other side of the cell. But even so, Billy talked to Steve like he was the only one in the room, like the old man wasn’t sitting right across from him, like Hopper wasn’t standing right beside Steve.

“Hey baby,” he said, “come to break me out?”

Billy had stood up and wrapped his hands around the bars of the cell, leaning in as close as he could before his face met the metal, licking his lips and looking Steve up and down, trying to break him down and weasel his way out.

“Tell me why I should.” Steve said, crossing his arms and taking a step back away from the cell door so Billy couldn’t reach his hand through the gaps in the bars and touch him. “What was it this time?”

“I swear baby, I was only speeding cause I was so excited to see you.”

Steve rolled his eyes, not giving Billy a response and instead looking to Hopper.

“How fast was he going?”

“Eighty in a Forty.”

Steve just stared back at Billy, his eyes narrowed and eyebrows furrowed, a look that said enough that he didn’t have to say anything. Steve knew that Billy knew exactly what he wanted from him.

“Just let me out,” he said, apparently ignoring Steve’s look, “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Fuckin’ fags.” the man in the cell said, and suddenly, nobody was looking at Billy.

“The fuck you just say asshole?”

Hopper was quick to move forward and grab Billy’s arm through the bars to keep him from lunging at the man. Hopper had to push Steve out of the way, because he was wholly prepared to let Billy lay a punch into the guys already broken nose. It was a crime Steve would gladly bail him out for. 

“Shut the fuck up, Lowry. Or I’ll let the kid loose on ya.”

The man scoffed and slumped back against the wall, bringing a hand to cover his nose in the case Hopper chose to let go of Billy’s arm. 

“I’ll fuckin’ beat your ass old man!” Billy shouted, struggling against Hopper’s tight hold on him, “I’ve had my fair share of fights with men like you and I’ll be damned if they can still walk when I’m done with ‘em.”

“Hey Billy!” Steve shouted, “Zip it! You have a right to remain silent. Exercise it.”

Billy rolled his eyes and stopped fighting against Hopper's hold on him, earning a snarky little scoff from the old man. 

“Can we go somewhere else to talk?” Steve asked, “Like an interrogation room or something?”

“You can cuff me if you want.” Billy added.

Hopper let out a heavy sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose again. “You all are giving me a headache.” he said, “You can have my office. I’ve got other shit to deal with.”

Hopper fiddled with his keys and unlocked the cell door, pulling Billy out and locking it right back up before Billy could run in and jump the old man. Hopper abruptly pushed Billy into Steve. “Take him. Talk some sense into him.” Hopper said, “You got a half hour.”

Hopper led them down the hall and let them into his office, closing the door behind them and walking away without even sparing a glance back at the two of them. 

And he had no idea what he’d just done.

Because now they were in private, and Billy had no gas pedal left to floor, just Steve, standing in that nice green shirt Billy loved so much. 

Billy pushed Steve against the door, palm firm against his shoulder, planting his lips directly on Steve like he was starving.

Well, he did miss dinner.

Steve let him indulge for a moment, humming into the kiss, giving Billy the sound of his own purr to replace the purr of the Camaro’s engine. But he didn’t let it last for very long, pushing Billy away after only a few seconds and walking away from the door. 

“You’re an asshole.” he said, walking around the room, taking a much needed seat in Hopper’s desk chair. “You stood me up.”

Billy rolled his eyes. “I didn’t stand you up!” he said, “I was on my way there I swear!”

Steve just rolled his eyes and started playing with one of the pens on Hopper’s desk. Clicking it and scribbling onto a post-it, spinning around in the comfy chair. He wasn’t buying into any of Billy’s bullshit, not without a proper apology.

“Would it help if I told you I bought you flowers?” Billy asked.

Steve stopped what he was doing to look at Billy. 

“Did you?”

“Well…no…but could we act like I did?”

Steve shook his head and laughed at the ceiling, asking God how he wound up stuck being in love with this idiot. 

“You know, I worry about you sometimes.” Steve said, standing up from the chair and walking towards Billy, “You know what I was thinking about when I was sitting there in Enzo’s and you hadn’t shown up?” he asked, and Billy’s eyes went a little wide at the crazy tone of Steve’s voice as he inches closer and closer to him, cornering him, “It wasn’t about how people wouldn’t stop looking at me or how angry I was that you weren’t there. I was thinking about how you could’ve wrapped yourself around a telephone pole and the next call from the police station was gonna be Hopper telling me you were dead.”

Steve could tell that Billy felt bad, a little bit at least, but it was mostly masked by the excitement in his eyes with just how close Steve was standing to him, and just how angry he was with him. Billy let out a heavy breath on Steve’s face and reached a hand around Steve to grab at his ass. 

“You gonna teach me a lesson then pretty boy?” Billy asked, leaning in close, bringing his mouth just beside Steve’s ear, “Have I been a bad boy?” he whispered.

Steve would be lying if that hadn’t sent him absolutely reeling. Fuck, he was a fucking sucker. He was so fucking easy.

Steve pushed Billy into the wall, and he didn’t have to tell Billy to say, he knew from the crazy look in Steve’s eyes alone that he wasn’t allowed to move. Steve walked over to the door and secured the lock, lingering over by the door for a little bit, letting Billy get all pent up in anticipation. 

Steve slowly walked over to Billy, and he could see the way Billy’s chest pumped up, like he was holding his breath. He grabbed Billy by his collar and dragged him towards him, rough and aggressive, causing Billy to let out a high pitched noise at the pull of the fabric against his neck. Steve pulled him and shoved him into the side of Hopper’s desk, knocking over a stack of books and papers and with a free hand Steve pushed the rest of the stuff out of the way, littering the floor in documents and knickknacks. 

Steve knew it would piss Hopper off.

Steve also didn’t care.

Steve pushed Billy down onto the desk, back laid flat and legs dangling over the edge. Steve grabbed both of Billy’s calves and pushed him up so that his ass was on the desk, legs up, like he was opening up for entrance. 

But that wasn’t what Steve wanted.

Steve, still holding onto Billy’s calves, wrapped them around his waist, feeling as Billy’s ankles locked behind him. He then grabbed Billy by his forearms and pulled him back up, quickly and abruptly, leaving no time for reaction before Billy’s lips slammed directly into his with enough force to knock a tooth loose.

Steve wrapped his arms around Billy, kissing him harshly, forcing his tongue through the opening of Billy’s mouth and biting down hard on Billy’s bottom lip like he was trying to draw blood. With his hands he found Billy’s hair, long and untamed blond curls, soft and easy to pull. Steve balled his hand up into a fist, tugging hard against the strands and earning a sweet whimper out of Billy the he milked for all it was worth. He pulled harder and harder until Billy was too distracted by the pain to keep kissing him, his mouth hung open into Steve’s mouth, breathing heavy and groaning loudly.

“Are you ready to make it up to me?” Steve asked, speaking the words directly into Billy’s open mouth. He kissed the side of Billy’s mouth softly, peppering more soft kisses to the right, up the length of Billy’s jaw, until his lips met his ear. Steve took his lobe in between his teeth, careful around the earring, biting down hard, earning another whimper out of Billy. “Or do you need to be punished?”

Billy shook his head, slowly beginning to get used to Steve’s grip on his scalp. “I’ll make it up to you baby,” Billy said in between exhausted and pained and desperate breaths, “whatever you want, pretty boy.”

Steve released his grip, and Billy nearly fell backwards, back on the table, seemingly out of exhaustion more than anything else. “Get under the desk.” Steve ordered, “On your hands and knees.”

Steve watched as Billy quickly scurried away, following Steve’s directions like a well trained dog, hoping for a treat and an additional “good boy” tacked onto the end. 

Steve gave Billy neither, he hadn’t earned them yet. Steve just walked back over to the desk chair, taking a seat and spreading his legs apart wide enough for Billy to fit in between them. He scooted the chair forward so that Billy was fully trapped underneath the desk—just moving from one jail cell to another. 

Steve began quickly undoing his belt where he sat, his hands accidentally brushing over the bulge in his pants causing him to flinch at the brief sensation of friction. He hadn’t even realized how hard he’d become, his emotions had taken over him and he had become entirely unaware of his physical surroundings, only remembering he was in Hopper’s office after catching a glimpse of a photo of him and Joyce staring back at him. 

Joyce’s eyes were like daggers, judging him and giving him a disapproving motherly stare.

To Steve’s luck, though, all he had to do was knock the frame over face down. 

Steve continued working at his pants, undoing the button and the zipper and he could hear Billy’s gasp of excitement at just the sound of the ‘zip’ alone. 

“Are you ready for your treat?” Steve asked, sticking his hand below the waistband of his underwear and taking a firm hold of his own cock, giving himself some much needed pressure, but keeping it veiled until Billy gave him the correct response.

“Yes daddy.” Billy’s voice was low and husky, cocky and bratty, and Steve absorbed every bit of it, eyes ready to roll to the back of his head at merely the sound of Billy’s tone. 

Steve nodded his head and pulled his cock from out of the confines of his underwear, bobbing free and sitting up for Billy, directly in front of his face, taunting him as he waited for his permission.

Steve reached a hand down and grabbed Billy by the back of his head, gripping his hair tightly once again, pulling his head forward until his nose had brushed the tip of Steve’s dick. “Show me how sorry you are.” Steve said, squeezing his fist closed just a little bit more, “Go ahead. Make daddy cum.”

He couldn’t see it, but he could feel Billy nod his head against his grip. Billy moved against the tug of his hair and approached Steve’s cock, sliding his hands from the floor, up his calves, over his knees and up to grip his thighs. He did all of that as he took his tongue and licked him from base to tip, slowly dragging and slicking him up. 

Billy’s breath was warm—hot, but it was cool against the wetness, causing Steve to shiver and use his free hand to grip the edge of the desk, digging his nails into the wood.

Billy took his time, sliding his tongue up and down, side to side, taunting him, teasing him—asking for it, he was asking for it.

Steve gripped the hair on his head tighter and forced his head towards him, telling him without words that he wouldn’t wait any longer. 

Billy was smart enough to get the memo, and even in the darkness underneath the desk, Steve could see Billy’s eyes light up like stars in the night, a sadistic glint present. 

Steve couldn’t look at his eyes for very long, because Billy was always quick to follow his orders, and he did just that, taking the head of Steve’s cock directly into his warm mouth, causing Steve to toss his head back in surprise and lust. 

“That’s it baby.” Steve moaned, holding tightly onto Billy’s head, holding him down so that he couldn’t stop what he was doing, and also because Steve had to hold onto something. His other hand was scratching streaks into the nice wood of Hoppes beak and his toes were curling in his shoes. 

Billy hummed around Steve’s dick with each tight squeeze against his scalp, finding the pleasure in the pain, and the sounds that Billy was making alone was enough for Steve to start sweating.

Steve let his eyes flutter closed as he let Billy make it up to him—and boy, was he.

Steve became lost in it all, pulling at Billy’s long hair, stealing every sweet sound he could get the boy to produce, forgetting where he was, floating up into the clouds, entering a space of complete solitary—the only other person gracing him with their presence being the beautiful boy with his mouth around his cock. 

He felt himself approaching the edge, and found himself bucking his hips up into Billy’s throat as a warning, telling Billy that his treat was coming, and to get ready to take it.

Billy hunkered down onto him, firmly tightening his lips around Steve, moving his tongue around like he was mapping the geography and committing it to memory. He brought Steve all the way to his throat and waited for Steve to finally go over the edge, humming and whimpering and gripping Steve’s thighs, giving him everything he wanted. 

Steve could barely breathe. He was so hot, sweating through his nice green shirt and digging his heels into the ground, scraping them against the carpet and wearing down the soles. He felt it come on like a surge of electricity, traveling up from his dick to his chest, and before he knew it he was cumming down Billy’s throat.

Just as he heard the sound of a jiggling doorknob.

Steve’s eyes shot forward as he came into Billy’s mouth—Billy, who must have heard the sound of the door too as Steve heard a choked whimper and felt his body freeze solid. 

Steve found himself no longer looking at the ceiling, and instead staring directly into the eyes of Hopper—six foot three, chief of police, owner of the office they had just defiled. 

Yeah, they were fucked. Totally.

“Where’s Hargrove?” Hopper asked, and Steve couldn’t answer, he couldn’t move. It took everything for him to keep his eyes rolling to the back of his head. 

Fortunately, or maybe, not so fortunately, Steve didn’t have to spell it out for him, and Steve wasn’t sure if it was his inability to keep a straight face, or Billy’s boots peeking out underneath his desk, but the face Hopper made at the realization was almost worth whatever trouble they were about to get into. 

“Oh god!” Hopper screamed, slamming the door shut behind him. It was pure disgust and Steve couldn’t help but find it hilarious, but maybe that was just the haze of his orgasm. 

“GET THE HELL OUT OF MY POLICE STATION!!” Hopper screamed through the closed door. 

Steve, who knew his legs were made of jello, still attempted to get up. He finally let go of Billy’s hair and stuffed his dick back into his pants and zipped himself up. He was still breathing heavily, very clearly disheveled. He wasn’t fooling anyone. He stood up from the chair, placing his hands firmly on the desk for balance, and laughed as he tried regaining use of his legs. 

Billy was still on the ground, wiping Steve’s cum off his face with his jacket sleeve, all pouty eyes, waiting for Steve’s permission and Steve’s praise.

“Good boy.” Steve said, ruffling his hair and helping him to his feet, placing a soft and gentle kiss to his now chapped lips. “Daddy forgives you.” 

- : -

Steve met Hopper outside to pay Billy’s bail, and as scary as Hopper appeared, he wasn’t afraid of him, he knew underneath it all that he was just a softie. 

Though, that was before he had sex in his office.

“Don’t worry, I’m on my way out.” Steve said, holding his hands up in the air, feigning innocence, even though he was clearly not, “Just wanna make sure Billy’s free to go.”

“Yeah, he’s free to go,” Hopper said, refusing to look Steve in the eyes, and he honestly couldn’t blame him, “But I better not see him in that cell again or he’ll stay there. Permanently.”

Steve just nodded his head, “I’ll make sure he doesn’t end up here again,” Steve said, “He knows what’ll happen.”

Hopper narrowed his eyes at Steve, warning him that if he doesn’t shut his trap, he’ll book the both of them right now for public indecency. 

Though, the two of them locked in a jail cell together, it might not do what he wants it to do.

Steve moved to walk away and retrieve Billy from Hopper's office, but he was stopped by the sound of Hopper’s voice.

“Steve,” he said, giving him a knowing look.

“Just thought I’d let you know, that last time I got stood up an Enzo’s, I married her.”

[gumnut-logic]

Between Brothers (Bit 6)

Bit 1 | Bit 2 | Bit 3 | Bit 4 | Bit 5 | Bit 6

I write this is so many scattered minutes. Many thanks to @janetm74​ for the sanity check through the middle of this.

-o-o-o-

Scott stared at his little brother. The words finally fell out of his mouth. “You want to quit?”

The logistics spun in his head. With a brother missing, how could he be covered. He had been covered before, at least short term, but none of the others had the underwater experience. Scott had done it then, yes, but Gordon had made it blatantly, and very loudly, obvious that Scott belonged in the sky, not the ocean.

And what would Gordon do? What would Virgil say? John?

Was this his fault? What if he had handled this differently?

Unfamiliar panic churned up his insides and left his mind stumbling.

At least Gordon would be safe.

The thought spun in out of left field and engraved itself on his brain. With it came relief.

Scott sagged where he sat, his belly hurting inside and out. Gordon would be safe.

But how would they operate without him?

“Scott? You okay?” Amber eyes were now frowning at him with concern.

“No…no, I’m not.” Again the words came unbidden as his mind spun…

Gordon’s response was immediate. He crouched down in front of the hoverchair, reaching for him.

Scott’s hands were shaking and he was breathing hard. His head was spinning because he couldn’t get enough air.

“Scott, look at me.” Those eyes, the gleaming brown eyes of his little brother, tried to catch his. When he didn’t respond enough, Gordon gently nudged his chin, forcing him to look at those eyes, usually sunshine and merriment, wise beyond their years having experienced so much. Had Scott failed to protect his little brother? “No, Scott, look at me! Hey, it was supposed to shock you into listening, not cause a breakdown. C’mon, Virgil is going to kill me.”

“Hah!” It was a laugh and it punched out of him. Virgil was going to kill both of them.

Gordon’s lips curled just a touch. “Hey, you don’t have to ride shotgun for hours when he’s pissed. He simmers like a volcano and farts pyroclastic flows all over the cockpit.”

The image that accompanied Gordon’s defence was enough to tip him into a hysterical giggle.

Fingers brushed his cheek and he looked up to find Gordon smiling just a little. “There you go.” It was whispered, quiet and heartfelt.

The giggle tipped sideways and almost strangled into a sob. No, no, no…

“Hey, hey, c’mon, Scott. Look at what they’ve done to you.” Gordon sighed and let his hand drop. “You don’t deserve this. This isn’t your fault.”

“I’m in command.” It was parched.

“Oh, bullshit.” And the anger was still there. “This is their responsibility. Not mine, not International Rescue’s and most certainly not yours.” His little brother drew in a breath. “They need a wake up call, and goddamnit, I’m going to give them one.”

“You’re leaving.”

Gordon’s lips thinned and he sat back on his heels. For a moment there was only the sound of the sea lapping at rock and the ever-present birds.

“I only do what I feel necessary to protect our family.” A breath. “And that includes you.”

-o-o-o-

TBC

[from-a-reckless-writer]

here lads have an angsty supercorp soulmate story

It starts exactly 24 hours after Kara’s departure. 

It’s subtle at first. It actually reminds Lena of the first few days after they met. 

The slow but steady build-up of pain manifesting itself into little things; shaky hands, dizzy spells, chest pains. The pills help, of course. She’s already ingested 5 pills in the span of 3 hours and she’s contemplating taking more. Just to keep the pain—threatening to overtake her—at bay. But what good would she be if Alex finds her passed out on the floor? Veins chock-full of narcotics? 

So, she wills her hands to stop shaking and pushes on. She sends a text to Jess to send a shipment of pills to her home address; tells her to be discreet. 

She can do it. She’s done it before. She can fucking do it again. And she will bring Kara home. 

Because every moment that passes with them apart, means a step closer to Lena’s death. 

You might think she’s exaggerating, but really she isn’t. See, Kara’s her soul mate, not just in the figure of speech wax-poetic sense but literally Kara’s her soul mate. 

But her being a Luthor of course, soul mates wouldn’t come easy. None of it had ever been easy. Why would this one be an exception? It wasn’t unheard of, no, there were a few rare cases of it being recorded. Of course, Lena would be one of those people. Why wouldn’t the universe add shitty soul mate luck into the long list of misfortunes in Lena’s life? What’s one more curse, right? 

See, Kara’s her soul mate but...Lena isn’t Kara’s.

“You look like shit, Luthor. You’re allowed to take a break you know?” 

It’s Alex who breaks her out of her reverie. She prays to God that Alex doesn't notice her shaking hands. She’s well aware she looks like shit. She feels like shit, she doesn’t need Alex of all people to point that one out. But now, Lena notices that the whole place is empty, she didn’t even notice J’onn slip out. She didn’t even notice Alex coming in too, really. 

Brainy had long passed-out in one of the beds in the MedBay in the 2nd level of The Tower, Nia taking up the opposite bed. There was a brief moment when she walked in that made her feel tempted to occupy the third bed and take a break. But then, her chest tightened and a flare of pain lit up her whole insides, it was reason enough to keep her feet moving and back unto the computers trying to pinpoint Kara’s location. 

“I know,” she replies, “But it’s really not necessary, Alex. I’ll rest after.” 

She doesn’t need rest, what she needs is Kara to be here. 

She refuses to look at Alex, fingers flying across the screen. Alex shifts closer to her, lays a hand on her right arm prompting her to stop. Her eyes land on Alex's hand and continue up to Alex’s eyes. 

“We’ll find her, Lena. But you have to rest. I’m serious, Luthor. Come on,” Alex persists, wrapping her hand more firmly and tugging at Lena to follow her. 

She doesn’t say that rest will do her more harm than good. She doesn’t say that if she closes her eyes all she would see is Kara’s body floating all alone in space and the pain would start anew.

First, her chest and then travelling up the rest of her body until all there is is pain. 

She doesn’t say that she needs to work in order to distract her from the pain. 

Instead, she holds her tongue, lets Alex bring her to the 2nd level and tries to have the most fitful sleep of her life. 

***

It gets worse on the 5th day of the second week. It really isn’t a surprise considering this is the longest she’s had to go without Kara around. 

She’s taken mega-doses of painkillers in anticipation for today. Last night was a nightmare, she had to bite down on a hand towel as waves of pain assaulted her, again and again and again.

When morning came, it slowly subsided. Once feeling had returned to her legs she ran into the kitchen and swallowed 3 pills immediately. 

It doesn’t matter if she’s taken 3 or 4 or a whole bottle today, because it will just get worse and worse the longer Kara isn’t by her side. 

And so, she drags herself into The Tower again, because she needs to finally find a way to bring her back. 

She tries to ignore the tightening of her chest even though she’s really having a hard time breathing now. Not to mention the pain behind her eyes that is bit by bit making it difficult for her to coordinate with Brainy’s computations. 

She’s taken to keeping a bottle of pills on her person now. Opting to take them dry as if they were mint candies to keep her tongue moving while programming lines of codes. 

She thinks she’s still being subtle. 

Well, she is.

Until she isn’t. 

She crumples to the floor in front of everyone and a guttural scream of pain breaks free from her lips. 

***

When she wakes it’s to Alex sitting by her bedside. 

She lets out a groan in response to the sore feeling of her entire body. It’s like the time they were forced to do team building exercises all day in Mt. Helena and Lena nearly passed out. 

Alex hands her a bottle of water. She sips greedily before handing it back and wiping her mouth. 

“Hey? How you feeling?”

“Like I wanna die.”

Alex sighs and Lena intentionally avoids her eyes. 

“It’s Kara isn’t it?” Alex says and Lena doesn’t bother with lying anymore.

“It is.”

“How you survived almost two weeks away from her, I wouldn’t know. Two days away from Kelly—” Alex breaks off, inhales deeply and then sighs again, “That’s already torture for me.”

“I’ve had a lot of practice,” She retorts flatly, hands fiddling with the rough edges of the blanket. Alex looks like she wants to say something about that but Lena beats her there. 

“How?” She asks, gesturing to the IV drip. How am I not feeling pain right now? How am I still breathing? How am I still alive?

“The DEO created a special fluid for agents,” Alex reveals, “They distribute it to agents on field assignments. That way, them and their partners don’t die from pain. Good thing, J’onn had a stash hidden here, well, we always thought it would be for me and Kelly. Never expected you, Luthor.”

Lena takes that in for a moment. So, the DEO had a special formula of Dextrose to stave off the pain of soulmate separation and apparently she’s using up all the remaining bags of it. 

And it’s not even supposed to be for her. 

“Don’t worry about it. Brainy can replicate the formula.”

Worry must’ve shown on her face. So, she works on schooling her features again, she knows that Alex is itching to ask her questions but is trying to be polite. 

There’s really no use hiding anything now though. 

“K-Kara’s my soulmate,” she finally says out loud, and she’s always thought that it’s supposed to feel cathartic and freeing but instead it just feels heavy. 

“But I’m not hers,” she quickly finishes, better to rip the band-aid off. She briefly looks at Alex, whose face doesn’t give her anything; mouth a tight line and eyes shining with curiosity. 

She doesn’t know if Alex had ever had a conversation with Kara about soul mates before. Had they talked about it? Had Kara ever mentioned Lena acting too clingy whenever they don’t see each other for a short period of time? Had Kara ever told Alex if she would want a soul mate of her own?

But the look and silence from Alex’s side makes Lena refrain from asking. 

Instead, she starts to tell her how it had hit her the instant Kara walked in her office. How there was a zing! and her brain had immediately screamed HER. That’s the one. She’s the one. 

How when they met eyes and Kara had told her her name it felt like Lena’s soul finally found her home. 

“I asked for her name and I kind of thought she’d wait for me to get out of the office,” Lena trails off and Alex takes it for what it is. 

Their first meeting was all sparks for Lena but then, the conversation kept going and going and Clark had tried interrogating her and Kara didn’t do anything. 

Didn’t approach her afterwards, didn’t show any reaction that might’ve given Lena a clue that she felt the way Lena did. 

A conclusion was easily reached. 

Kara was hers but she wasn’t Kara’s. 

After the initial shock settled in, Lena set to work. Because that was what she did best. Work out a solution to everything and anything that poses a problem. 

How many people have dreamed about meeting their soul mate? How many years had Lena sat there hoping that tomorrow maybe, maybe she’ll finally meet them? She never expected this, never expected her soul to find a home that isn’t hers. 

Staying away from Kara was a non-starter, it’s only been a day since they parted but Lena can already feel the beginnings of pain. Slow but sharp shots of throbbing from behind her eyes then came the shaky hands then the dizziness and then— 

They became friends and Lena made sure Kara didn’t know anything about her growing need to be close to her; didn't let Kara know about the fact that the universe made Lena its most epic punchline yet. 

She agreed to scheduled game nights and movie nights and lunch dates. She never knew the pain of soulmate separation during those early days. Kara was always around; bringing her a salad, covering an L-Corp gala, crashing on Lena’s couch. 

“It was easy, you know? Kara was always there. What are friends for?” Lena mimics Kara and then repeats somberly, “It was easy, Alex.”

Or at least, Lena kept telling herself it was easy. She had it easy. She didn’t have to think about painkiller pills or cutting her business trips short—because the pain becomes unbearable too soon—like so many of her board members do. 

She had it easy with Kara, she can just call and she’ll be there. 

Until, Kara started going MIA. And for three days pain overtook her entire life. The pain made her unable to think clearly, the pills kicking in at the last minute. 

“You haven't been around. Supergirl's been there for me. Person who judges me on the very premise of my last name, but my best friend hasn't,” she accuses because Goddamnit Kara has no idea what kind of shit Lena had to endure with her going away with no warning. 

Logically, Lena knows it’s partly her fault. 

She knows that if she only just told Kara that she needs her to live, Kara would stay. But she doesn’t want anything to change. 

Of course, Kara would stay, it was the kind of thing a person like her would do. 

Kara would take care of her, whatever Lena needed she would give. 

But Lena didn’t want things that way. 

She wants Kara to want her the same way she wants her. 

But no, Lena’s not going to tell her that. She is never going to know. She will find an alternative. So, she injects as much venom as she can into that accusation, “B-but maybe it’s better if I leave.” 

She makes Kara leave. 

She just got her cure back and immediately Lena had pushed her away. The moment Kara stepped out of the door, a dull throb already kicked in her chest; as if telling Lena she was making a big mistake. 

She regretted that night so much, Jess had to drag her drunken body out of her office. 

Then it became normal again and Lena went back to not worrying about body pains again. 

Because a different kind of pain is trying to make itself known. 

A gaping hole in her heart that is entirely unrelated to the biological consequences of being separated from your soul mate. 

She was falling in love. 

She was falling in love and she wasn’t prepared for how it would hurt to have Kara not love her back. She can endure the physical pain, there are pills for that. 

But there wasn’t any type of medication to see your other half everyday and not have them see you as theirs. 

When Lex told her Kara’s secret. Something broke inside of her. Which was saying something, considering she was getting her heart broken every single day that Kara wouldn’t look her way. 

But to know how stupid she’s been? To realize that the flutter of her heart whenever Supergirl was near was her brain telling her it was Kara? 

There was no word for that. 

“I think, I kept rejecting the idea of Supergirl being Kara you know?” Lena huffs out, laughs drily, “Imagine how fucking painful it would be, Alex, if Supergirl was my soul mate. This person who didn’t trust me wholly, who lies behind my back, imagine if she was my soul mate? It would have felt humiliating. My body knew better, though,” she admitted sadly. 

“When Lex told me, all the little painful outbursts every time Supergirl flew away? It made sense. Everything made sense, but at the same time? Everything hurt too.”

She tried hurting her back. Created Hope. Experimented with Q-waves. Foolishly used Myriad. Teamed up with Lex.

But even through all of those? The separation pain never knocked her out. 

Even when they were fighting, Kara was still always around. Even when the world—the fucking multiverse got reset. The pain wasn’t enough to knock her out. Not like today. 

Because Kara was always lingering around convincing her not to join Lex, crossing paths in CatCo, flying into her home even if it was to call her a villain. 

All of those interactions were still sustenance for Lena. 

But this? This separation? This knowledge that Kara was somewhere out there, unreachable. That she could be lightyears away in space and it has been two weeks since Lena had last saw her, it has her every molecule shouting to go find Kara. 

“It’s never been like this before,” Lena confesses, “I thought I could do it without-”

“Help?” Alex supplies and Lena finally turns to her and she feels a hand squeeze her. 

“Yeah.” She mutters back softly. 

“Well, that’s where you’re wrong, Luthor. You’re part of the team now whether you like it or not. We are going to help you, we’re going to find a temporary solution for that pain and then we’ll get back to work and we’ll find Kara.”

[starglow-xx]

owning a bakery and being discovered by the ada & port mafia (part 1)

platonic! edogawa ranpo x f! reader

type of writing: head canons !!

this is part of my head canon series, flour & fluff !!

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series synopsis: owning a bakery at 20 is tough; even more so when you have to handle members of two opposing organizations! this is your journey to meeting these fools and creating an unlikely bond with each of them! but only at the cost of your peace and sanity. 

fandom: bungou stray dogs

content: fluff & platonic stuff

author’s notes: this will be a multiple part series of head canons and this is only part one! this series will include both the agency and port mafia members, and then something special for the end. maybe i’ll even write a real one shot/scenario for it. if there’s enough interest, i might open up a tag list for this! i hope you all enjoy!! <33

also, ranpo is 25 in this part; kenji, atushi, kyouka, and the tanizaki siblings aren’t part of the agency yet, only yosano, kunikida, and dazai are, but in the next couple parts, it will be established that the tanizakis are

and (n/n) means nickname :)

meeting the greatest detective

your bakery, Sakura’s, which you named after your late grandmother (who was also your guardian), went into business when you were 18 right after graduating high school

who needed a culinary course when you were trained by dear ol grandma?

your grandmother died when you were 16, just as you started your second year of high school

you were devastated of course, but you knew she wouldn’t want you to wallow over it too long

so in those last two hard years of high school, you took part time jobs at other bakeries and saved lots and lots of money

by graduation, using your life savings, the money your grandmother had left for you, and all the money you earned working, you were able to buy the small building—with a reasonable amount of money left over to survive— you and your grandmother had been eyeing back in her hometown, yokohama, to start your bakery

the building was a bit run down, but you were planning to give it a makeover anyways

it was a bit smaller compared to other buildings around, only having two stories, but on the plus side, the second floor had taller ceilings and was an apartment

is that realistic? probably not but bare with me here 

aNYWHO

you finished putting your bakery up in about 4 months, then finished up your apartment 2 more after

you opened Sakura’s at 7 in the morning then closed at 8 in the evening

when you first started, you did quite well!!

especially with those who went to work on early mornings and families

the time when you first opened was the most peaceful, but you admitted that it was a bit boring, and you wished for a bit more excitement

and boy, the day edogawa ranpo stepped into your bakery was the catalyst for the chaos and excitement that was soon to come

not that you knew that

if you did you would’ve never let him in

maybe

you were 19 when ranpo discovered Sakura’s, and it was completely accidental

he finished solving a case and was on the way back to the agency, and he—not surprisingly—got lost and then it started to rain really hard

it was pouring; there was even the cliche thunder strike and everything

you saw the brown clad man across the street and you ran out with two umbrellas (almost getting hit by a car mind you) handed one to him and practically dragged him inside

with the heavy rain on the forecast, Sakura’s was empty, so you gently pushed him down on a chair and you rushed away to find towels

even though the two of you had umbrellas, the two of you were still soaked 

finding said towels, you quickly dried yourself the best you could then you draped your towel over your back and rushed over to give him his as well as a warm pastry and your special hot honey lemon tea

ranpo laughed as you placed down the refreshment and snack, thinking that you knew who he was and was giving him special treatment

poor bby blinked and went :0 when you said you didn’t

“you don’t know who i am?”

“no. am i supposed to?”

“...”

the 25 year old blanked and you worried that you broke him and started to apologize profusely 

he cut you off claiming that he got over it he didnt but seeing as the bakery was empty and it was pouring pretty badly, he demanded you give him all your attention sit with him so he could tell you all about himself and what he’s done

the two of you got along quite well

you were amazed with all the stories he’s told you 

you honestly acted like a cute little kid listening to fairytales

he told you that and in response you threw a napkin at him

“wow ranpo-san! that’s amazing!!”

“you look like a little kid”

cue the napkin

he was happy with all the attention, praise, and sweets you gave him

the agency gave him praise sure, and made sure he had a lot of snacks but it was refreshing to have someone give him this much and your treats were the best he’s ever had

after he told you all his most interesting cases, the two of you just rambled about the most randomest things; going from the best desserts and snacks to the stupidest things his coworkers have done

you guys were on that last topic for a while

you two talked and rambled for hours, and when it hit hour two and the rain was still pouring, you just went ahead and slipped the “we’re open” sign to “closed” even though it was only 2 o’clock

you thought that this was probably the loving goofy older brother relationship that you missed out on

“ranpo-san, you’re kind of like the brother i’ve never had”

“and you’re still like that little kid”

cue another napkin to the face

don’t worry, he already adores you <3 

he just likes to make fun of you </3

*cuts you off as you’re talking to squish your cheeks* “(y/n) you still have a lot of baby fat and you’re pretty short...are you sure you’re still not in high school or smth??”

*incoherent talking due to pressure on cheeks* “ranpo-san you have 3 seconds before i kick you out”

at around 6, the rain came to a stop and by then, the both of you were all dried up

before he left, you gave him a map so that he hopefully wouldn’t get lost again and gave him a couple boxes of treats for him to have and to share with his coworkers

you closed early so you had to give away at least some of the remaining treats somehow

he wanted you to go to agency with him so he didn’t have to carry everything but you declined saying that you didn’t want to bc you wanted to rest

and for payback for calling you a little kid

you were 19 goddamnit

you already placed everything neatly into two bags so it was easy to carry but this bitch still had the audacity to pout and whine at you

and he calls you the little kid, jeez

you never told him but, you almost gave in

you never told him. but he probably already knows

ranpo san knows all after all; even you knew that by now

the two of you had also exchanged phone numbers and when the two of you showed each other what you each put for a contact name along with the note below, the two of you broke out into grins

you named him “the greatest detective <33″ & put the note “new nii-san <33 & bully </3″ and he named you “cute bakery girl” with the note “best follower, sweets supply & annoying little kid”

when he left, you properly closed the bakery and taped a sign to the door saying that you closed early for personal reasons

when everything was cleaned up, you marched up into your bedroom, plopped on your bed, and took a nap

you deserved it

at the agency not too long after that, ranpo had arrived and when he opened the door, everyone rushed towards him in concern asking if he was okay

he waved them off and walked towards his desk and plopped down in his seat

he placed the two bags in front of him and took out a box of cream puffs and started to snack on them

his coworkers watched him blankly as his scarfed down one after another

after finishing that box, he rummaged through the bags to look through the different kinds of pastries you’ve given him 

noticing that there were people still staring at him he paused before sighing in exasperation

he began to whine at his coworkers saying that no one told him it was gonna rain and that they were lucky that he happened to be in front of Sakura’s

“why did no one tell me?! it was pouring and i was soaked! you guys are lucky that (n/n)-chan’s bakery was right there! you would’ve probably lost me! how would the agency even function without me here?!”

no one wanted to be the one to tell him that they had no idea who he was talking about and that they did in fact tell him that it was gonna pour

they can save that, and their questions for another time

next >>

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[bubble-booty-cuties]

Yesterday, the bindings on Naoto's ass came a bit loose, which seemed to distract Senpai when she subtly probed him for info (read: had a steamy makeout/petting session with him at school). Thinking she could get him to slip up and reveal something, Naoto not only ditched them entirely, she wore her tightest, ass-huggingest pants. Unfortunately, she didn't how much the attention she's getting turned her on, or how sensitive her ass really was, until Senpai had gotten his hands on them.

Once again, I took this ask and turned it into something bigger, sorry if you were hoping for something else!

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"Y-Yes Niijima-San.. Yes, I know.. I require a bit more time before I can show you anything concrete, but I promise you, I am very close to cracking this case wide open! I need only find my in, and I will have my suspect! Yes, I won't fail!" With a tap of her phone the call was ended, and Naoto looked straight ahead towards her destination.

Well, she tried to at least, currently she was doing her absolute best to turn invisible in the middle of a busy backstreet, and failing, unsurprisingly.

Even as she looked down low at the ground, hiding her face behind the rim of her hat, the echoes of her own high heels clacking against the stone ground reverberated loudly, and she could hear every one of her steps. Though she was having a bit of trouble, she'd quickly grown used to the shoes and her pace was quick, hoping to reach Leblanc with some ounce of dignity left, at least.

And why was she dressed in such eye catchingly blue, high heeled shoes? Well, it was to accentuate the rest of her outfit, something Ann had managed to drill into her when she'd made her purchase the shoes on one of their outings. For the shoes matched her dark blue button up shirt, blending wonderfully with her own hair. And they even matched her deep blue lipstick covered lips.

Of course, that was just about the most normal part of her outfit. Foregoing her chest binder once again, her plump, perky breasts bounced freely with each long stride of her long legs, straining against her shirt and revealing her deep, creamy pale valley of cleavage that not only stretched out her shirt, but pressed her erect nipples against the soft fabric, making each move a slight, shiver inducing feeling of fabric against sensitive nubs.

Naoto cursed silently as another man passing by tripped and stared like she was the first woman he'd ever seen, his head following her even as she passed by, no doubt looking at her massive, wobbly globes of meaty ass hang out of her extremely tiny, slutty jean booty shorts. Did she forget to mention the shorts? How silly of her, it wasn't as if she felt like she was walking around in nothing but a thong in public with the chill to match.

And speaking of thongs, hers hugged her hips high above where the shorts ended, putting together the perfect slutty image that she regretted she pulled off so well. Damn her naturally curvy figure. Damn her perky, ballooning tits that even Makoto looked jealous of when she saw how they naturally stayed perky. And damn her massive, round, bouncy butt that she could literally feel jiggling with every step!

Why couldn't things have been easy and she was just small? No, she had to be short AND stacked. Even her thighs were plump and meaty, something that made all kinds of men stare. She swore her face would catch fire if one more man whistled after her. But she was so close, so close to Leblanc and so close to making Senpai confess to his crimes!

That's what all of this was for! She had to keep reminding herself, even as her shorts rode up between her perfectly meaty, fat, giant cheeks like a second skin, like a thong, and even as she convinced herself that NO she wasn't wet. You have no proof otherwise! Senpai's weakness, that's what this was! He talked more when she'd dressed like this, talked more when he had her on the ropes doing lewd things to her, talked more into her ear while he was fingering her holes then he ever had before!

That was her chance, she had to make him talk through any means necessary! And if that meant dressing like a five dollar whore for him to toy with while he finally slipped up and spoke of his status as the head of the Phantom Thieves, then goddamnit that's what she was going to do! She was a Shirogane Detective, and she would do what it takes!

"But maybe I should have at least brought a coat.." She muttered to herself as she finally made it to Leblanc's front door, the sign reading closed, but the lights on inside. She'd texted him, told him she'd be coming over, so surely the door was unlocked? At least that meant she wouldn't have to be gawked at by men on the street, but perhaps the alternative of being toyed with and.. Licked was the wasn't the lesser of the two evils..

Bells rung out above her head as she pushed her way inside, making sure the door behind her shut and locked, just so she and him were left alone, and no one walked in while she was dressed this way.

"Senpai? I'm, um, I'm here!" The detective however got no response, the cafe lit up, but seemingly quiet.

"Senpai?" She called out again, hoping for a reply. With a cautious step, Naoto stepped deeper into the cafe and towards the stairs of the attic, where her suspect's room was.

"Hello? The door was unlocked so I let myself in!" She called out just as she made it to the top of the stairs, just to see.. Nothing. The young man was nowhere in sight. Not even his feline companion was in his room.

"What? But he knew I was coming over. Perhaps I should try his cell-Ah!!"

"Why don't we skip to the fun part?"

Naoto squealed yelled in fright as she felt the large, warm hand of her Senpai suddenly smack grip her bubble butt as hard as he could, his other arm snaking around her slim waist and hugging her back closely to his chest, and she didn't even hear his footsteps coming up the stairs! H-How did he sneak up on her?!

"S-Senpai! How did you-? N-No, it doesn't matter, I've come to talk with you!" Naoto tried her best to relax against the young man, but she usually found it difficult when he was groping and mauling her fat ass like a stress toy.

"You came to talk," He started, plainly, evenly, even as he felt p her curves. He simply talked gently into her ear. "You came to talk, dressed in this?"

"I-I.." Naoto froze, looking down at her own clothes, her own perky breasts, feeling her own heat racing. Was it excitement? Was it worry? Why were things never easy with him..? "I need to ask you a few questions, S-Senpai.."

"Sure." Was all she heard as he began kissing the side of her neck, one of his hands snaking down between her thighs in the way it always did when they were alone, in the way that made her spread her legs for him instinctively.. Pushing her pelvis against his hand as if to invite him inside of her..

N-No! Focus! The bluenette detective bit her lip, her face bright red once again, and she tried her best to focus on anything but the pleasure of his fingers.

"Senpai, where were you on-Aah~!" His fingers hooked against her inner walls, and she was gently lead to his bed in the corner of the room, pushed slowly, her high heels clacking loudly. "Wh-Where were you on the night o-of October 8th?"

The young man froze for a second, his fingers paused in her folds, before continuing the next, so quickly she almost didn't catch it, but she did, and she wasn't sure what emotion filled her in that moment.

"With my friends." Was all he said as they both got on their knees on the bed.

"Wh-Where, Senpai?"

"Here and there."

Naoto had to actively rip her mind away from the hope that he was going to bend her over and eat her out again, she had to stop herself from looking forward to the feeling of his face between her- Stop! She's so close! She can feel it!

"Plea-Mmh~! Please answer the question, S-Senpai!" She needed to know! She.. Fuck, why was it so hard to focus when he was so close?! She couldn't even think of what else to ask, her practiced questions, her traps she had thought up for days! Not when he was so close to bending her over once again, not when she wanted to feel his tongue slither passed her tight pucker once more!

That feeling of his tongue inside her ass, it was.. Damnit she'd resorted to fingering her own backdoor on nights he'd teased her just to leave her alone! Her face burned, her lower lips burned with need even more, and all she could remember was that she needed to know the answer to that one damn question!

And then he stopped, with them both on their knees on the bed, he'd stopped his fingers from toying with her, and he pulled away from her sensitive neck to talk into her ear.

"How about a wager?" Naoto's eyes shot open from their clenched shut state in surprise. "If you win, I'll answer any question you want with the truth-"

The detective's heart raced in her chest, the whole truth, there, right there within her grasp.

"And if I win, you have to answer any question I want, with the full truth."

"Wh-What's the wager..?" Whatever it was, she needed to try, she's so close, she could feel it.

"Simple. The first one to cum loses." Excited butterflies bubbled up in her tummy, but just so did trepidation. She'd never made him cum, he'd only ever toyed with her, made her scream, or made her.. Make a mess..

"B-But how am I supposed to.. I-I've never made you.." She trailed off, the words burning in her mouth, but she was far to embarrassed to tell him to his face she wanted to know how to make him cum.

"It wouldn't be fair if we weren't both having fun," He whispered even closer, making her shiver and squirm in place. "So you're going to bend over, and I'm going to fuck you."

"Wh-What?!" Naoto wasn't stupid, she was a Shirogane detective for christ's sake, she had questioned why he'd never tried to go the next step, why he'd never.. Bent her over and fucked her. And on those steamy nights alone, she'd fantasized about it, wondered what it was like..

"Your choice. You can leave if you want." His hands slid down her sides to grab her wide hips, pulling her plump, jiggly ass back against his covered cock, straight up showing her that he was ready to rail her, much to her burning hot embarrassment. "Or, you can get on all fours, and I'm going to rail your ass 'till you're squealing."

He was plain, as usual, and she doubted he was much for negotiating his terms right now. The choices were simple. Leave, or let him fuck her from behind. The choice was obvious.

Slowly, on shaky legs and arms, Naoto leaned forward onto all fours on the bed, laying her well endowed chest down low on the bed, and raising her extra meaty, plump ass high up into the air, those tiny booty shorts riding up deep between the valley of her ass, both hefty cheeks wobbling as she got comfortable in her new position.

Looking back over her shoulder, Naoto's pretty face looked more feminine then ever as she gently held the pillow for comfort, her hat hiding one eye as the other looked at him with excitement and worry. And her voice broke the tension in a way that reminded him who she was, so soft and girly.

"P-Please be gentle, S-Senpai..~"

Joker's cock nearly broke passed his belt as all the blood in his body raced to his appendage at once, his cool guy act all but gone and replaced with pure, red hot horny at the sight of that massive fucking ass wobbling like jello on one of the cutest girls he's ever met. How could she expect him to be gentle after that?!

"S-Senpai~!" Naoto squeaked out as she felt the man smack her ass as hard as he could, he heart beating out of her chest as that feeling of pleasure from a spank came back 10 fold. But she wasn't focused on that. No, she was focused on the fat, raging, throbbing, veiny slap of meat that just slapped down on her ass with a weighty thud, the first cock she'd ever seen in person and it looked hard enough to cut glass, and felt like a bat as it slapped down between her warm cheeks.

Th-That was going in her backdoor? It was throbbing and twitching with need, and it looked so huge, thick and long! And it was so hot! Naoto already felt heated and steamy in the young man's bed, her cheeks lightly peppered with beads of sweat, but the warmth between her cheeks now was like an oven with that fat cock squished between them.

And it was squished between them, sandwiched in between those meaty buns like it belonged, the first thing she'd felt him do was press his cock deeper in her newly slippery valley of heat, and now the head of his cock was almost the only thing visible as it poked out passed her cheeks and over her lower back.

Naoto bit her lip to fight back the adorable little noises she threatened to make as she felt her Senpai grab her asscheeks, squishing her globes together like balls of dough, with his veiny cock right in the middle. And finally, she felt her body lightly rock on the bed as he began thrusting his cock between her sweat slicked cheeks.

"Ahaaa~! Senpai~!" She could feel his thrusts grow faster between her cheeks, and she could only think about how her Senpai was using her pillowy butt like an onahole! B-But, she remembered the wager, if she could m-make him cum first, then she'd win!

With a peptalk and hope not a single soul could see her besides the obvious, Naoto braced herself against the bed and did what she'd seen Ann and even Futaba do a number of times before.. With a bounce of her extra wide birthing hips, Naoto started twerking her massive fat ass on her Senpai's c-cock! Each and every twerk of her hips made her ass jiggle and ripple like two massive water balloons, her cheeks clapping against his hips heftily as he let go of her and let her work.

Naoto had never felt this way before, the embarrassment was like a forest fire against her pretty face, and she'd wondered if she ever saw herself doing something so.. so.. Lewd! But, the moment she heard the deep, masculine, pleasured grown of the young man behind her, Naoto felt.. Sexy.. She felt good knowing her extra plump rear was good for something other then ripping open her favorite trousers.. That groan was from her twerking on her Senpai's dick, from her making him feel good, and she just couldn't stop herself from slipping her own hand down the front of her shorts, toying with herself at the feeling of his cock between her sweaty cheeks.

The plapping of her cheeks against his hips echoed in the room as the young man groaned in pleasure, and once more the harsh sound of him smacking her fat ass and her high pitched squeal filled the room instead.

"A-Aaah~! I-It's okay, S-Senpai~! You can c-.. Cum whenever you w-want~!" Naoto tried to sound sexy, anything she could to make him cum early, to win the wager, but one look back at that throbbing beast between her cheeks and the look in his eyes made her realize he wasn't anywhere close to being done.

Suddenly, Naoto felt the man pull his cock free from her her warmth and felt him grab her booty shorts, yanking the poor excuse for pants down around her thighs and down onto the bed below, leaving her extra fat ass bare of all but her tiny blue thong that couldn't hope to hide her jiggly cheeks, let alone the cute little twitching pucker between them.

"W-Wait, S-Senpai-!" Naoto squeaked in ways she didn't wanna think about tonight, her voice high and feminine, pretty and girly, and she sounded so needy it hurt to think about. But what else was she supposed to do when she felt the tip of her Senpai's cock slid up and down her cheeks, pressing lightly against the fabric between his cock and her pink ring, as if taunting her.

"Senpai, pl-please, just-" Naoto pushed her face in deeper to the pillow when she felt him grab her thong and pull it out from between her cheeks, not even taking them off, just pulling the small blue string to the side, catching on her plump cheek. And with two jiggly handfuls, the young man pulled her cheeks apart and once again was greeted with a front row seat of her needy, wet, twitching holes.

"P..Please don't stare Senpai.." Naoto's gasping breaths were quick and uneasy as the gravity of her position finally set in, and she knew her Senpai was looking at at her little backdoor, with his member hard and waiting for it's chance to enter inside of her.

"You're so pretty, Naoto."

It was those simple, quiet words that made Naoto push her face into her pillow in embarrassment, warmth spreading in her chest at the compliment.

"It's why you can't expect me to hold back."

"A-Aaah~!" It was a sudden, warm, wet pressure against her back door that made her clenched eyes shoot open in surprise, the feeling of his broad, throbbing hard tip against her tight little pucker was as pleasurable as it was shocking. There was a slight amount of pain, a feeling of something so big pushing into her that only his tongue and her own fingers had gotten into, but it wasn't unbearable.

Certainly, that didn't stop Naoto from gripping the pillow and sheets as tight as she could as the pressure against her asshole only got stronger, and she felt the warm precum drip out onto her ring of muscle.

He was slow but firm, and just like that, with a wet little plop, Naoto's anal cherry was popped, and her tiny asshole spread and clenched around the tip of her Senpai's cock, feeling bigger then it ever had before.

"S-Senpaiii~!" There was a dull pain that mixed in with radiating warmth and pleasure, and the tip of his cock throbbed and twitched inside of her, completely still as the man stopped his push to slide his hands up from holding her cheeks open, to holding her wide, sultry hips like handle bars. And it was all the break she got before he started right back up again.

"Ha-Haaaa~! S-Senpai~! You're so-!" Deep, that's all she could think of, as inch after inch of thick, throbbing, veiny cock slid passed her stretched little ring and into her warm little asshole, inch after inch filled her and reached places she'd never felt before. There was pain, but it was deeply overshadowed by an intense, blistering hot feeling of pleasure and fullness as he plundered her insides, making sure she couldn't pull away even if she tried by pulling her wide hips back to meet his narrow ones, watching her extra fat ass swallow up his dick hungrily while she made the most adorable noises ever.

And just as she felt like his cock was reaching her very core, making her head spin, it stopped, and she felt her wobbly cheeks meet his with a small clap of flesh on flesh, his balls nuzzled comfortably against her wet, dripping lower lips and reminding her that it wasn't just an endless ladder, and her Senpai was officially balls deep in her rear.

He groaned, and twitched, and throbbed, and she could feel her own hole clenching and squeezing from the new and strange feeling of being absolutely filled. Naoto's eyes were practically rolled up into her head as she pressed her teeth into the pillow in front of her, and that was before the sudden and breathtaking feeling of him slowly pulling his cock back out of her almost sore already asshole.

Every inch leaving made her feel more empty then ever before, not unpleasant, but she had just gotten used to having his cock inside of her, and now he was pulling it out until just the tip was left inside. And then, with her legs quaking under her fat ass, she felt him press his hips forward once again, but gone was his gentle care and slow pace, instead she felt like he was trying to force his dick back inside of her, quicker, harder. Not so fast, but certainly enough to make her, well, scream.

"Aaaaaah~!! S-Senpai~!!" Her high pitched scream was muffled by the pillow in front of her mouth as he once again bottomed out sinde of her ass with another meaty clap of her ass, much louder and harsher then before, not taking a second of hesitation before she was ince again pleasurably tortured by that feeling of him pulling out of her ass inch by inch, just for him to actually pull her wide hips back to meet his hard, firm thrust.

All things considered it was a moderate pace, thrusting his hips forward in long, hard strokes while pulling her fat ass back to meet him halfway, a nice rhythm of her ass clapping heavily back against his pelvis, weighty cheeks rippling and wobbling like two massive waterballoons as he fucked her ass.

For Naoto however, the virgin felt like her asshole was on fire, and she had no idea this was a slow pace. Instead, Naoto's body rocked back and forth on the bed, her much smaller and lighter frame bouncing forward and back to the strong thrusts while she almost lost her mind to feeling of getting fucked like a bitch, face down with her ass raised high for her Senpai.

"H-Hhnnng~!! Hng~!! Hngk~!! Hnnngggk~!!" The pillow between her clenched teeth muffled her squeaks and squeals, her own juices pouring down her thighs as tears formed in her pretty blue-grey eyes. Oh god, she.. She was getting fucked by her Senpai, she was bent over on all fours getting fucked by her Senpai and she could barely remember where she was!

The harsh smack of his hand meeting her meaty bubble butt echoed even louder then the clapping of her cheeks, her globe of pale flesh rippling on impact and wobbling for seconds after as she squealed loudly at the feeling of getting fucked and spanked at the same time.

"Fuck! Your ass is so tight!"

Naoto almost didn't register it, her Senpai's voice was deep and guttural, labored as he pounded her ass like a slow drum, and she could feel herself shiver at the idea.. The idea he was feeling so good from using her hole~

And that's when she felt the young man grab her wrist, yanking it away from sheets and using it like like a handle, yanking her face up and out of the pillow while the other stabilized her rocking body. Of course, that just meant she couldn't hide her bright red, beautiful face in the sheets, or her pretty voice~

"Aaaaaah~!!! Ah~!! Ah~!! Ah~!! S-Senpai~!! Y-You feel s-so-Aaah~!!" She looked back at him, tears of pleasure shining in her eye as her pretty voice chimed so loudly when not muffled, and it was all that the young man needed to snap.

Grabbing her other arm, the young man pulled her entire body back against his hips and her fat ass onto his cock, slamming forward far harder then he had before, catching her completely by surprise as she was suddenly not in control of her own body at all, her arms bound and pulled behind her, and her whole body now at the mercy of her Senpai. The feeling was exciting yet scary, but not nearly as exciting as the sudden strength in his hips, slamming against her bubbly cheeks harder then she thought he could. And she soon realized she knew very little about how rough sex could actually be.

Suddenly her Senpai yanked his cock out of her already abused whole like it was stuck, before jamming his cock into her asshole like it barely fit before, yanking her entire body back to meet his extremely hard thrust before doing it again even faster, and it was this sudden and brutal pace that made Naoto's eyes roll up completely as her tongue hung out of her mouth.

"Senpai~!!! S-Senpai~!!! Ghaaaa~!! Haaaa~!!!" The young man's blistering pace turned her detective brain into a slutty mush as he brutalized her previously virgin asshole, her meaty, wobbly, planetary globes of creamy smooth flesh clapping like a drum so hard and fast it was a wonder if anyone could hear it outside, along with the squeaking bed and her slutty squeals of pleasure.

In the back of her mind she wondered if this was what it was like to be a whore, to be used by a man who wanted nothing more then to watch her fat cheeks jiggle and ripple around his cock while he ripped the screams of pleasure from her throat, just to dump the contents of his balls inside of her. It was the last vestige of her inquisitive mind, but even that soon shattered along with the buttons of her blue shirt, the small bits of plastic popping off as her plump, perky tits sprang free, swinging and bouncing freely beneath her chest as her whole body bounced and rocked back and forth.

Sweat dripped down each and every curve of her body, the heat in her core as sweltering as the heat around her, and it was there that the young man suddenly let go of her arms to grab a fist full of her partly long hair instead, her hat skewing forward on her head to cover her vision partly, rocking, bouncing, and teetering on her head dangerously. It was a wonder it hadn't already fallen off, but she wasn't focused on that, not when the brutal, feral pounding of her asshole made her clench hard around her Senpai's cock, and the moment she felt the man smack her fat cheek harder then it'd ever been smacked before, something inside of her snapped, broke, and suddenly she felt a rushing pleasure overtake her entire body and she saw stars for a few seconds. Not to mention her squeal.

"AAAAAAaaaaaaaahhhhhhh~!!!!!" Seconds felt like minutes, and minutes felt like hours as her entire body shook and writhed in pure, white hot, mind melting pleasure, and the feeling of her Senpai's cock still slamming in balls deep into her tiny clenching asshole only made it last longer, hit harder, and she could feel something spray across her meaty thighs and make a mess of the bed below her. Drool dripped down her chin and she felt a tear fall down her face as well, and every single fiber of her being was on fire.

And suddenly, it all stopped, and she felt the young man behind her let go of her hair and hips, yank his cock free from her little gaping asshole, and let her fall face down onto the bed, her shock overtaking her for a second as her body screamed out for more! There had to be more! He wasn't done yet right?! He hasn't cum, he can keep going!

Naoto looked back at the man with almost desperate surprise, rising to her hands and knees shakily, looking almost pleadingly at his lubed, throbbing, shining cock before looking up at him.

"S-Senpai, wh-what-?"

"You lost the wager."

What?

"You lost, and now you have to tell the truth."

"I-I don't under-"

"Tell me what you want."

What did she want? What did he mean what did she want?! She wanted to know.. something. She- What did she-? N-No, she wanted-! She wanted-!

"I-I want.. I want.."

"I-I want you to f-fuck my a-ass~!! P-Please Senpai, f-fuck my ass m-more~!!" Naoto needed more~! She felt so empty, shame and embarrassment made her face light up and almost steam, but she couldn't hold back anymore, not when she felt so lightheaded, not when his cock was still so hard~!

The needy detective bit her lip in desperation as she reached back and took both of her creamy globes in her hands, spreading her fat cheeks apart while looking back at her Senpai, panting and gasping while revealing her own tiny, winking, slightly gaped, slippery little backdoor~!

"Please~!! I-I need Senpai's c-cock~!!" She didn't care anymore~! She needed to be fucked again~! She needed that feeling of being filled, she needed to feel him fuck her ass so hard she could barely think~! "Fuck my ass~!!"

All it took was a grab of her wide hips and a slam of his as hard as he could before Naoto felt his balls slap against her dripping cunt, slamming in nuts deep into her needy asshole while her cheeks rippled from the meaty clap~! And Naoto once again made that slutty face she tried to hide, but she kept herself held up, didn't put her face in the pillow~! Her Senpai wanted to hear her, it's why he did it before right~? And she squealed just as loud as she did before~!

"Y-YEESS~!!!" There was no build up, Naoto's entire body rocked as hard as before as her Senpai fucked her fat ass, brutally railing her tiny little pink pucker like a jackhammer, but this time he was met by the slutty sight of the little detective throwing her fat ass back on his cock, bouncing her cheeks back against his hips and making sure every single inch was as deep as could possibly be!

"F-Fuck me~!! Aaaah~!!! Fuck me Senpai~!!" Stars exploded across her vision with every single brutal slam of his hips, and Naoto had the sluttiest look she'd ever had on her face, her eyes rolled up while she squealed happily out for more.

Naoto suddenly felt the young man's weight push harder into his thrusts as he reached forward and began mauling her fat tits, groping and squeezing them so hard she almost winced, from pain and pleasure both at once, and she could only grit her teeth s=to stop herself from screaming so loud it broke the window near them as he pulled and twisted one of her sensitive little nubs~!

"Tell me what you are!!"

What she was~? Naoto could barely remember her name, but she knew what she was, she was a whore~!! She was a nasty, needy whore~! That's what women like her were right~? Women who loved getting fucked up the ass like this were-

"I-I'm a whore~!! I'm a n-nasty whore~!!" Naoto couldn't hold on, she fell forward onto chest and her Senpai followed her down, slamming his cock down hard into her little asshole one last time like a feral beast, ruining her tiny previously virgin tunnel in a prone bone that left the room spinning for the little detective. Leverage worked against her in the best way possible, and her fat ass rippled and wobbled like two massive water beds, both meaty cheeks shining with sweat as he hooked her legs open permanently with his own, making sure she couldn't curl up even if she wanted to. And all she could feel was her Senpai's weight and heat on her body while she was fucked into a squealing puddle.

"You're my whore!! My personal whore!!"

"YES~!! I'm your whore~!!! I'm Senpai's anal whore~!!!" She could do nothing but lay there and take his cock like a whore, it's what she was~!! A whore for cock~!! Cum squirted out of her untouched cunt over and over all over her thighs and the sheets as he slammed in like a jackhammer, she swore she heard something under the bed break as she almost blacked out, screaming so loud she felt her own throat hurt before he finally slammed into her slutty little love tunnel one last fucking time, and she was so suddenly filled with a boiling hot, bubbly sticky heat~!!

"AAAAAHHHHHH~!!!!!" Naoto's entire body tensed as she came harder then she ever had in her life~!! The feeling of being filled, of practically being bred felt so fucking good, she wanted every single last drop inside of her~!! She wanted to be Senpai's cock warmer~!! She wanted him to fill her asshole with his cum every single day~!!!

And suddenly, it stopped, all of it, the pounding, the squealing, the cumming.. And all that was left was her Senpai suddenly flopping down on top of her, his cock still twitching inside of her hole, spurting the last of his seed, and the only noises filling the room was their panting and gasping.

Naoto felt so small under her Senpai, more feminine then she'd ever felt in her life, so warm and full~ She felt.. She didn't know, but it felt right, almost as right as the butterflies that sprung up in her tummy as the young man wrapped his arms around her small waist and held her gently, laying them both to their sides on the bed and pulling her as close as he could against his chest, his face buried in her hair behind her.

She felt so light, and happy~ So.. Sleepy~ Darkness slowly covered her eyes, or were those her eyelids, and she felt her entire body relax against the young man behind her~ And she remembered she was supposed to tel the truth~? Or something~? Well she knew what the truth was~

Sleep finally came for the small detective as she mumbled what was in her mind~

"I love you Senpai~"

Soft snores was the only thing that filled the room now, and the young man wasn't far behind, putting his glasses to the side and shutting off the lights. He'd have to say it back to her tomorrow.

Though he was worried how she'd react when she found out she needed to walk to school the next day wearing what she came over in, with a limp.. And he wondered how Sojiro would react when he saw them both coming down the stairs..

[omgsomeonesomewhereonearth]

your eyes look like coming home

The five times Patton asks Janus to marry him. 

Moceit, childhood best friends to lovers💙💛

Content Warnings: alcohol, light angst

Aaa this is my first fic in a million years or something. It’s kind of short and maybe not my best work, but I’m honestly just happy to have written something lol - hope you enjoy!

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The first time Patton asks Janus to marry him, it’s a dare.

“Hi! Do you wanna be married?”

Janus stares blankly at the nervous-looking kid in front of him, fiddling with the sleeves of his grubby school cardigan as he stared back at Janus, through large, almost owlish glasses.

He’s confused for a second, then he looks over the kid’s shoulder, and sees the familiarly smug faces in the background, smirking and whispering like they’ve just seen something very funny.

He looks back at the kid – he’s new, just joined last week. Named Patrick or something. He didn’t seem like he’d be involved with the mean kids, with his big, nervous brown eyes and fidgety behaviour. His soft, round face holds a nervous grin as he looks earnestly back at Janus, who’s now glaring exclusively back at the ones watching them

“Why?” he finds himself saying, instead of no.

The boy – Peter? – flushes a little, looking at his feet.

“Um – well -I it’s er, it’s the game.” He gives the explanation like he’s asking a question, prodding the playground floor with his scuffed trainers. “We’re playing, they said – er, I need to find someone to say yes and marry me – but it’s just pretend though – and um, so…”

Ah, so they were both being made fun of.

“They don’t want to play with me.”

The boy’s face falls instantly. “Why not?” he asks, tilting his head to one side. Janus glances at the group, still smirking superiorly at him and – Paul?

“Because.” He snaps, not entirely unkindly, “Go find someone else to ask, or they won’t want to play with you either.”

The boy looks crestfallen for a second, but a look of determination overtakes his face, small mouth forming into a thin, angry line.

“Then I don’t want to play with them.” He declares with a toss of his curly head, sitting himself down next to Janus on the playground floor.

The flock immediately stops smirking, muttering furiously to one another.

“That’s not a good idea…”

“Don’t care.” The boy thrusts a small, chubby hand out at him. “I’m Patton.”

 ---

 The second time, it’s a joke, but also a promise.

They’re sitting on opposite ends of Patton’s cramped twin bed, doing everything but the homework they wanted to meet up to solve, and Janus is pretending he’s not all too aware of their feet just barely touching each other.

“Hey, do you remember that time I asked if you would marry me?” Patton giggles, a sudden mischievous look taking over his face, dimples popping in and out as he looks back at Janus.

“Oh, you mean the first thing you ever said to me?” Janus replies airily, swelling with pride as Patton laughs even harder, scrunching his nose up in delight.

“You know, you never gave me an answer.”

Janus’s heart skips a beat. No it doesn’t, shut up .

His laugh is carefully nonchalant as he replies, “What do you mean?”

“Well, you never said! Would you marry me or not?” Patton laughs, “You’ve kinda left me hanging for years, if you think about it.”

He’s joking. This is a bit, Janus knows that. it doesn’t stop his traitorous heart from beating just that much faster as he smirks back.

“Sure, why not?”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Certainly, in like fifty years when we’re both old and lonely and we’re the only ones who can stand each other.”

He doesn’t believe it, obviously. He knows that he and Patton will always be together, but he doesn’t believe for a second that Patton won’t find someone, with his unbearable kind heart and his wide, honest eyes, and whoever it was would be damn lucky.

Patton laughs in delight at his response. “Ha! Sounds like a plan! Ooh – hold on!”

And then he’s jumping off the bed, going to rummage in his desk drawers.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Celebrating our engagement properly! Be patient!”

And then he’s kneeling next to the bed, smiling cheekily up at Janus, a length of pale blue ribbon in his hand.

“What is that?”

“Shut up, I don’t have a ring.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Hand!”

So, Patton ties the ribbon in a neat bow on Janus’ ring finger and kisses it quick before leaning back to gaze at him in satisfaction.

“There. Now you’re stuck with me no matter what.”

Janus doesn’t tell him that was going to happen regardless.

  ---

 Neither of them likes to talk about the third time.

Janus shoves his way past the teeming crowd of drunk dancers, craning his neck to spot a crop of dark curls or a pastel jumper. Goddamnit .

He wasn’t supposed to leave Patton’s side, he had suggested coming out here tonight as a way of cheering Patton up, and it had been working, until he had walked in, complete with brand new attractive arm candy, and…

Fuck.

He finally finds him out in the empty garden, clutching a beer can that looks to be mostly empty, staring blankly at the sky. He’s not actively crying, but as Janus walks over, he can make out the tear tracks on his face even in the dark.

So he’s definitely seen them.

“Patton?”

“Hey, Janus.” His voice is subdued, and there’s a slight slur to the words.

“I’m so sorry, Pat,” He starts, “If I’d known he’d be here...”

“It’s ‘kay Jan, ‘m fine,” Patton reassures in a way that is not reassuring at all. His smile doesn’t reach his eyes and it’s painfully brittle, like it might shatter into a thousand pieces any minute. Recently, Janus has seen that smile a few too many times for his liking.

“Patton, no.” he replies firmly, but gently, “You’re drunk and heartbroken, and I’m at least partially responsible for that. I’m going to take you home.”

But drunk Patton is somehow even more stubborn than sober Patton can be at times, and he shakes his head resolutely.

“Janus, no.” he pouts, “ ‘m not that drunk, an’ ‘m not…not sad, an’ I don’t wanna go home.” He nods clumsily, having made his point, and then proceeds to stare blankly at the sky again.

Janus sighs.

“Well, then I’m drunk. And sad. And I need someone to take me home.”

Ever more attentive to other’s needs than his own, that gets Patton’s attention, the beautiful idiot that he is. Slowly, he nods and clambers to his feet, gripping Janus’ hand.

Neither of them drives, and Patton’s place is closer, so Janus walks them there, Patton clinging firmly to his side every step of the way. Janus can’t tell if it’s for balance or comfort.

When he gets them both inside the flat, Patton’s first words are, “Don’t leave.”

He gazes up at Janus with red-rimmed eyes, “I don’t like bein’ here alone.”

Janus’s heart aches at that, and he nods. He’d always found it hard to say know to Patton, especially when he’s like this, and especially when he asks for so little as it is.

Similarly, he can’t bring himself to refuse Patton’s beseeching gaze when he tucks him in and moves to sleep on the couch. So, a few moments later finds them in bed together, Janus staring at the ceiling and wondering how Patton can’t hear his heartbeat. They’ve shared a bed before, of course. But not in a long time. Certainly not since Patton started seeing him .

“I saw them, you know.”

He does know. “Really?”

“Mm. D’you think he loves him?”

Janus sighs, “I don’t know, Patton.”

“D’you think he loved me?” Patton’s voice is so soft, so resigned, so plaintive that Janus damn near breaks.

“You know I can’t answer that, Patton.”

“Sometimes I think he didn’t.” Patton admits matter-of-factly, “I tried so, so, hard, but he just didn’t. Ever. I wonder if anyone ever really will.”

There’s a scrap of faded blue ribbon tied on the end of Janus’ keyring that answers that question, but Janus doesn’t bring it up. He doesn’t have to.

“You know I know you’re not really drunk. Or sad.” Patton turns to look at him, his eyes gentle and frank.

“Yeah?”

“You’re jus’ lookin’ out for me. Like you always do. D’you remember that time I said we should get married when we’re all old an’ stuff?”

He doesn’t trust himself to speak. “Hmm.”

Patton smiles wanly. “I wish we could jus’ do that now. We’d jus’ have each other an’ it wouldn’ matter if no one loves me ‘cause I’ve got you.”

Their faces are inches apart and Janus has never wanted anything more than he wants to kiss Patton right now, to kiss his tears away and tell him he’d never be alone, because Janus wouldn’t let him – but he can’t. For a variety of reasons.

“Go to sleep, Patton.”

  ---

 The fourth time, it comes out of nowhere.

It’s two – three? Some godforsaken hour of the morning and Janus has work tomorrow.

And for some reason, his delightful boyfriend has decided that it is a perfect time to be awake and shuffling around to sit up in bed, and turn his bedside lamp on.

“Janus?” he whispers his name like he thinks it might break in his mouth, and God, Janus loves him, but he needs him to shut up and go to sleep right the hell now. He doesn’t move or open his eyes, lying with his face half buried in his pillow despite feeling Patton’s gaze on his back.

“Janus, sweetie?” he whispers again, “Are you awake?”

“… No. ”

“I’m sleeping. Can’t hear you. Zzzzz…”

Patton huffs out  a soft laugh. “I think we should get married.”

Janus stiffens. What? They’d barely been dating two months, they hadn’t even talked about marriage – at least, since they’d been dating. He had no idea it was on Patton’s mind, how long had he…

And more importantly, why was he bringing it up now?

Apparently taking his stunned silence to be outright rejection, Patton tries to backtrack quickly.

“I know, I know, it’s not been very long and I totally understand if you don’t want to because it’s too soon.” Janus feels a gentle hand rest itself on the blanket right above his shoulder, “I wasn’t really thinking of it either, but I couldn’t sleep just now and I couldn’t stop thinking, you know, about us, and you remember when we were kids, and all that stuff we always joked about, and how even though we’ve not been dating that long we’ve been together basically forever.”

He trails off, giggling self-consciously.

“And then you did something really cute in your sleep, you like, cuddled up to me and it hit me now I don’t think I ever want this to end.”

Janus finally sits up and faces the love of his life, who is looking back at him with a gaze that can only be described as besotted.

“I really love you, Janus. I want to be married to you.”

With a small, knowing smile, Janus leans forward and cups Patton’s face in his hands.

“Patton. Angel. Darling. Light of my life. I love you too.”

“I…”

“…And that is why I categorically refuse to let you propose to me while you’re wearing your Winnie the Pooh pyjamas. Please let me sleep now, and I promise I will say yes no matter how you ask me next.” And with that, Janus places a kiss on the end of his boyfriend’s nose, turns around, and falls asleep.

  ---

 The fifth time is more or less perfect.

Well, he says more or less. Patton is perfect, in a neatly pressed pastel button-down, his curls bouncing in the gentle spring breeze despite all his valiant efforts to tame it.

Janus has made an effort to look his best as well, having had a feeling something special was coming. He hadn’t mentioned it of course, but with the way Patton had been jumping up and down in his seat as he drove them here, the way he had insisted on planning every aspect of this date himself – well.

Suffice to say his future husband had never been the best at keeping secrets.

The location Patton’s picked had certainly been perfect, atop a lush green hill with the kind of majestic cherry blossom tree you only see in romantic movies, pink blossoms practically dripping off its branches as they swayed in the wind, and beautiful rolling hills all around.

What isn’t perfect is when the two of them finally get comfortable on the hilltop, and Janus leaning against the wide tree trunk while Patton gets to unpacking the picnic he’s put together so meticulously, and it starts raining, almost instantaneously.

“I checked the forecast like three times, it was supposed to be clear skies!” Patton whines back in the car once they’ve finished packing up their things and run to safety, watching the light drips of rain get slowly heavier.

“I’m sorry dearest, I suppose the universe just doesn’t want this date to be.” Janus chuckles wryly, as he hands Patton’s dried glasses back to him.

“Eff the universe,” Patton grumbles, glaring adorably at the raindrop speckled windshield.

So, they play old love songs on the car music player and drink champagne and tuck into entirely too cute bite-sized picnic foods and talk and laugh and playfully flirt and point out constellations formed by the raindrops on the glass, and eventually, Patton stops pouting.

The conversation has slowly wound down and they’re quietly enjoying each other's company when he turns to Janus, taking a deep breath.

“God knows I’ve never been able to keep anything from you.”

“Why, whatever could you be talking about, my dearest?”

“…So, this probably isn’t a surprise to you in the least.”

Patton reaches into the picnic basket and pulls out a small box. It’s a pale yellow, tied in in blue ribbon.

“You’re my best friend, Janus,” his hands are steady, but his voice is already wavering, “You’ve always been here, my whole life, whether I need someone to help, or to talk to, or even just to cry at. I’ve loved you in so many different ways.”

Janus feels tears pricking at his eyes and blinks them away quickly; he refuses to miss a second of this, he wants the image of Patton’s earnest, loving face to be clear as day in his mind when he looks back on this whenever.

“..And I don’t ever want us to stop loving each other, so, hopefully for the last time ever, will you marry me?”

He laughs breathlessly and takes the box, delicately undoing the ribbon. It’s a cupcake.

A tiny, perfect cupcake with frilly blue icing, a golden ring in the shape of the tiniest coiled snake in the world, embedded in the icing.

“Do you like it?” Patton asks hopefully.

Janus surges forward to kiss his fiancé for the very first time.

Taglist: @ent-is-undecisive @disney-princess-patton

[abbabycchio]

I GOT UP TO 603 FOLLOWERS?! OMG THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH! 🥰🥰💕💕💕💕

As a thank you I wrote a sexy Mista x FemY/N one shot so I hope you enjoy. (WARNING EXPLICIT!)

Mista smiled as he looked at you. Your eyes so beautiful, full of happiness as they squinted in delight, your plump lips stretching into a smile as your laughter filled his ears. He watched enamored as you tried to stop giggling from his silly joke.

Oh he had it bad, and he knew he did, since the moment you were introduced to the gang he knew there was something special about you. He was constantly mocked and jeered by the team whenever they caught him staring at you, or when they saw his lovestruck expression as you walked in the room.

But as much as he wanted to flip them all the bird or kick their faces in, they were right. He was in love. Since finding that out he did everything he could to subtly hint his feelings for you. But every time you would just giggle, blush and turn him away.

Today was the day though, Giorno set you and Mista on a “stealth mission.” Just go to the dinner party, gather intel, and come back. Everything was going smoothly, he finally had your undivided attention, no more mocking from the gang. And you had both gathered a lot of intel from the table gossip alone.

And to top it all off you were desperately trying to control your laughter after one of his jokes.

“Mista?” You asked, you had called his name a few times but he hadn’t noticed.

“Yeah? sorry, what’s up sweetness?” The nick name made you blush, but you ignored the urge to smile. “I asked if we should sneak out towards the Boss’s office and steal his documents. I think Giorno would be more than happy to have the bastards plans, along with what we figured out from the guests.” You reasoned. In all honesty you didn’t want to leave the table, you were having a good time, but you were still working.

Since you joined the gang you’ve been enthralled by Mista. Something about him drew you closer, you couldn’t tell if it was his care free attitude, or unreasonably handsome looks. Or maybe it was his loyalty. Regardless you were happy to have some time alone with him. He seemed more relaxed, like he was having as much of a good time as you were.

“Yeah let’s go.” He agreed about to stand. “Wait Mista no!” Whisper shouting you pulled him down. “If we just get up and go we’ll look suspicious.” He nodded a bit and sat back down.

“What should we do then?” He asked leaning in closer, you leaned in to, noticing how his face flushed red when you did. “This.” Is all you replied with as you pulled his tie towards you, slamming your lips onto his.

“Wh-at?!” His voice cracked as he exclaimed quietly. You didn’t reply though, focusing on the kiss, and how many people were watching. You felt as he relaxed into the kiss, now kissing you back passionately, a big smile plastered on his face making him loss his rhythm every now and then. You pulled back, giving him a half lidded sultry expression, raising your voice a bit so a few tables would hear, “Shall we go to the back and continue this?” He visibly shivered at your words, the succulent tone making his pants grow tighter as he imagined what would happen.

As you dragged him to the back you’d both giggle sharing short pecks in between steps as you approached the big door leading to the rest of the estate. Mista silently thanked Giorno for helping him get ready for tonight. He was nice and groomed, rather than his normal stripped attire that, “caught to much attention” as the Don put it, he wore a tight black shirt, hugging all his shaped muscles perfectly, kept his stripped pants, and ditched the hat letting his dark brown curls frame his face.

Mista leaned forward for another sweet kiss as the door closed behind him only to be met with nothing. He opened his eyes seeing you looking behind you, both of your hands gripping his biceps.

“Okay I think the diversion worked, lets find that office.” Turning back to him you saw his face falter, a frown flashed his lips before dispersing into a serious expression. “Yeah, I think a few of the Bosses lackeys turned this way earlier.” He said turning towards the adjacent hall.

“Mis-“ You tried to ask why his attitude changed but he cut you off by shrugging past you. Sighing you shook it off and followed, soon reaching the Boss’s office and looting his office for all the important documents.

“Hey are you okay?” You asked as you carefully walked down the halls to avoid any on lookers. “Yeah,” he started with a sigh, “just peachy.”

You turned your head back towards the hall lips pursing your lips in concern. He sighed again glancing at your expression. He didn’t want to make you feel guilty or upset, goddamnit why’d you have to be so fucking cute. “Listen Y/N..” he was about to continue when the sound of foot steps and walkie-talkies filled the room.

“Mista quick gimmie those!” You demanded silently. Already stuffing the folded documents into your outfit. “Now c’mere!”

You pulled Mista towards you slamming yourself into the wall, him caging you in his strong arms, he looked down at you red faced. “For fucks sake Mista come here!” Wrapping your arms around your neck you pulled him back into a steamy kiss, slinging a leg around his hip, and pushing your crotch to his. He groaned at the pressure leaning in closer pushing your chests together as he deepened the kiss.

A hot surge of desire shot through your body as you felt his hardness poke at your thigh, his muscles grating your chest as you felt up his waist. Him trailing kisses from your lips to your jaw, then to nibbling your neck.

You mewled in delight, forcing your eyes to open slightly. “M-Mista!” You gasped in pleasure eyes wide as his clothed length pressed slightly onto your folds.

The lackeys had long passed at this point, seeing that it was just two guests getting frisky. And Mista had known, so had you. He just wanted to relish this a bit, and you hadn’t told him no yet.

“Ah- mmhn Mista..” His heart fluttered at the sound of your voice, just the thought of your form writhing in ecstasy because of him fueled him on.

Grabbing the leg around his waist and pulling it up he ground harder onto your clothed sex, going faster with every gasp and chant of his name.

“Ah- Fuck” he groaned into your neck as he picked up his pace. Your cries getting louder with each flick of his hips. “Mista! Mmm, fuc- M’close!” You exclaimed before catching his lips into a kiss.

He kissed back enthusiastically, feeling that knot of relief building up at those words. Keeping his crotch on that pace as he felt you come undone, while chanting his name.

By the time you came he was groaning and panting your name finishing himself. As you rode out your high, the pleasurable over stimulus getting more sensitive.

After that mission things had gotten a little uncomfortable between you and Mista. You couldn’t tell if he regretted it or not, and you both acted casually enough when with the rest of the group, but when you were alone together the air felt tense.

You could tell he felt the same but, you didn’t know if that was good or not. You like Mista, but what if that was just a one time thing, and he feels weird now because you work together.

You held your head in yours hands as the thoughts ran through your head. “I’m over thinking this.” You tried to reassure yourself as you poured yourself a glass of water.

“Over thinking what?” A weary voice called from behind you.

You turned quickly putting on a fake smile only to be met with the face of your troubles. “Hey! Nothing- Um weren’t you supposed to be on a mission with the others?” You tried detailing the conversation.

Mista sighed quietly, leaning on the door frame. “Are you thinking about our mission last week? Listen Y/N I’m sorry, it won’t happen again, geez I’m sorry.” Your fake smile faltered at his words. “Mista- do you, do you like me? Like, like like me?” You stuttered out clenching your eyes shut ready for rejection.

“I mean yeah. Yeah I really like you, love even, have for a while.” Your eyes popped open, he stood closer to you now. “What?” You choke on a breath unsure if you heard him correctly. In response he pulled your hand to his lips, looking into your eyes. “Y/N, I love you.”

You jumped up into his arms catching his lips, to which he happily excepted, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Ahem-“ You both whipped your heads to the door, Bruno standing in the door frame smiling. Abbacchio stayed behind grinning while Narancia had his phone pointed at you two. Fugo slapping a 50 into a smirking Giorno’s hand. “Oh my god Trish is gonna freak!” Narancia shouted.

You shook your head, hiding your flustered face into Mista’s shoulder as he placed you down

“Piccola merda! dammi quel telefono! e andate tutti a fanculo, avete mai sentito parlare di privacy?!” [“Little shit! give me that phone! and go fuck yourself, have you ever heard of privacy?!”] You Laughed as you watched Mista cuss out the team sending the Sex Pistols to snatch Narancia’s phone.

[uhoh-romeo]

Title: Butterfly Kisses.

One-Sentence Summary: For Amity’s first trip to the human realm, Luz wanted to first show her the beauty of nature.

Pairing + Fandom: Amity Blight / Luz Noceda, The Owl House.

Word Count: 1.1k.

Warnings: None. Mostly just domestic fluff.

mild spoilers involving amity’s hair in s2 e5 :].

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Traveling between realms was quite an interesting feeling, to say the least.

It was strange, but also quite lovely at the same time. Like giving a friend from a long time ago a hug. You knew a lot about each other since you were friends from a long time ago, but you didn’t know if they had changed and were planning to kill you now that they were older and more experienced with weapons and magic.

So to cut things short, it was a familiar and unfamiliar feeling.

You had no concept of the things around you when you were walking through the portal. Especially if you were holding a really pretty girl’s hand.

Even if that pretty girl was experienced and had traveled through the realms multiple times, it still made you feel a bit unstable.

The pretty girl called it having “butterflies in your stomach,” but that was absurd. Your stomach was not a familiar habitat for butters that flew.

Did butters even have habitats?

(Butters...Butter? Butter habitats? Or was it butters? Butter, or butters? Goddamnit Amity, you took multiple grammar courses, why can’t you get this right?)

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It must’ve been strange for Luz when they had finally arrived and her friend was asking about butters and their habitats.

She knew traveling between realms could make one a bit dizzy, but still. Butters? Habitats? Flying? She might have called a hospital, but there was the teeny problem with her good friend having witch ears- and a witch heart. Oh, and access to magic in a human realm.

Maybe the reason she couldn’t bring her good friend to the hospital was because her good friend was a witch who had never been to the human realm before.

Yeah, that was probably the case.

She leaned over to pat Amity on the back with her free hand, squeezing her hand just a little tighter to calm her.

It didn’t seem like it calmed her down much. Or maybe her way of showing her way of being calm was turning bright red and swinging her hands around.

The human gave her a teeny smile. The other girl made a coughing noise, then cleared her throat.

“So. Weren’t you going to bring me here to show human nature? I’d like to see the butters that fly.” She said with a serious face.

She looked quite confused when the other girl burst out laughing, trying to cover her mouth with her free hand to muffle her laughs, not that it helped.

The witch raised an eyebrow, “Did I say something?”

Once she managed to calm herself down, Luz snorted one more time then waved her hand, dismissing her. “No, no. You’re all good.”

Amity frowned, confused. “Oh. Well?”

She watched as the human wiped her mouth, then looked around. She still had a small smile on her face as she pointed straight ahead then turned around to look at the purple haired-girl. “Follow my lead.”

It wasn’t really like Amity had a choice.

She trailed after the human, still holding her hand. She was confused on how Luz’s hands were always well, warm. Maybe it was a human thing. She had once reached over to wipe off some dirt which was on her nose, and Luz had winced a bit, then told her that her hands were cold. Then she reached over and placed her palms on hers, intertwining their fingers, telling her that she was “warming her up.”

While she walked behind her, she noticed the human’s short hair always bounced when she walked. Her hair had grown since they had first met, but it was still pretty short. She sort of had a bob now. It suited her.

Another thing she noticed was- not about Luz, but about her surroundings- almost nobody was around.

Was it a human holiday? Is that why Luz had brought her here today specifically?

Or maybe humans were shy, and just didn’t leave their homes a lot.

If that was the case, then Luz was not a very good representative of her kind.

Speaking of Luz, Amity had noticed that the human girl had stopped, causing Amity to bump into her.

She muttered a quick, “Sorry,” before turning around to face the purple-haired girl, a smile spread out across her face and pointed to the floor, where there was this.. green.. fuzzy thing.

Letting go of her friend’s hand, Luz sat down on the fuzzy floor, and gestured to Amity to do the same.

The witch reluctantly sat down, wincing, waiting for something to happen..

Only to see a dangerous beast approaching her...

“Omph!” The purple-haired girl toppled over as she felt a colorful… thing land on her arm. She let out a scream of panic, calling out for her abomination as it fluttered on her arm.

The only response she received was a small giggle from Luz.

She stared up at the human, who didn’t look distressed at all. She held out her hand, and the colorful beast landed on her finger. Luz cooed.

“This is what I was talking to you about,” the brunette smiled, watching the insect flap its wings, “This little thing right here? It’s called a butterfly.”

Amity’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. Of course. How could she forget? She had a quick flashback to the invitation Skara had handed her for her birthday party. She had made herself look like a fool in front of Luz.

However, Luz didn’t seem to care. She was smiling brightly, already haven forgotten about Amity’s slip-up. That made the witch feel a little bit better.

A few seconds later, the butterfly flapped its wings and flew right over to where Amity had fallen over, and successfully landed on the witch’s nose.

The purple-haired girl let out a small squeak, trying not to move as the butterfly fluttered on her nose.

“Ahaww! It’s giving you a little kiss on the nose! That’s so cute!” Luz giggled.

Amity didn’t quite understand how an insect was able to give her a kiss, but Luz’s smile was so wide that she just decided not to say anything.

It was a little hard for her to say anything with a butterfly on her nose, after all. It was a bit hard to even breathe, and the fact that Amity had to sneeze was not helping.

She didn’t want to scare it off, but at the same time her nose was getting itchier and itchier and…

“Ah…”

“Ah-choo!” The witch sneezed, watching as the butterfly flapped its wings and flew, far, far away. She frowned, but then made eye contact with Luz who was smiling.

“So, what did you think about the butters that can fly?” She asked, a smug grin on her face.

Amity’s cheeks burned, which caused Luz to start giggling again.

Eventually, the witch smiled as well, thinking about what Luz had said.

“It’s giving you a kiss on the nose! That’s so cute!”

She turned her head to take a look at the brunette, who looked giddy as ever, still giggling.

Amity had been hoping to get a kiss from someone else, but she supposed that the butterflies kiss would have to do for now.

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[lettrespromises]

> LettresPromises informs you : You have one notification.

> Letter object : the heart’s warmth and the body’s flames.

> Todoroki Shouto and Bakugou Katsuki sent you a letter, would you like to read it?

@bruised-cherry​ sent a letter : ❝Hiya, Nikki! Can I request a one-shot(if you're down) where Todoroki and Bakugou's(poly relationship) s/o got into a little argument with each other and now their s/o is rejecting them and ignoring them. Since it's summer, TodoBaku turned off the air conditioning, AC, etc, knowing their s/o would need them soon. And just, kinky, dirty ass s m U t :) (and lana spelled backwards if you're down with that, if not that's cool). Sorry I'm a kinky hoe 👉😅👈❞

Author’s letter :

❝ dear bruised-cherry,

first and foremost, i would like to apologize for taking so long to write your promised letter! nonetheless, i had a lot of fun writing it, hopefully it will reach your expectations!! it’s 4:05am as i am writing this and my brain is unable to write proper words i’m sorry—

sealed with a kiss,

nikki.❞

Genre : Pure smut, angst if you squint.

Warnings : Cursing, sex, vaginal sex, blow-job, cunnilingus, anal sex, daddy kink. (Please consider that the characters are aged up.)

Word count : 5.8K.

This day seemed to counterbalance the already established rules of time and space, you were secretly convinced that minutes were hours and each time you would lay your eyes upon any item with the sole purpose of indicating the current hour, you felt as if time had stopped. It was a long, long day. Truthfully, you wished you could have had the opportunity to meet someone whose quirk was time control to ask them to skip the remaining hours of the day.

The root of the problem was deeply imbedded with the increasing attacks committed by the villains in town, you were on a mission with both Bakugou and Todoroki- a clear lack of communication and coordination signed a burning defeat for the three of you. A mission built and perfected during several months had just blown into pieces, your efforts, tears, blood and energy were the combustibles to the pain fueled by this defeat. Each one of you attempted to exude this loss in your own way while making your way back home. Todoroki, sat on the passenger seat, found the cure to his own inner built-up anger by digging his pearly whites into the flesh of his thumb while observing the passing scenery before his eyes. Bakugou, unexpectedly, made a martyr of the steering wheel by squeezing the non-existent life out of it, causing his fingers to turn white in the process. You, on the other one hand, kept on reminiscing the earlier events of today, your mind roaming over and over again to find what went wrong, you weren’t exactly angry : disappointed in yourself was a more precise way to describe the matter.

The silence was deafening, almost agonizing. Truthfully, silence was even more intimidating than noise- a noisy ride would have included the repertoire of Bakugou’s insults flowing freely from his mouth, it was expected. But silence, on Bakugou’s end, echoed to a level of anger rarely ever reached, metaphorically speaking, Katsuki was a living and breathing ticking bomb at this very moment.

The sound of the car door smashing broke the silence as you arrived home, Bakugou was already inside, his hands shoved in his pockets as expected. You freed a sigh you ignored you were holding from your lips, an early sign that you knew there was little to no seconds left on the ticking bomb. Todoroki sent an apologetic glance in your way, you knew he didn’t mean no harm, if anything, it was a silent sign to encourage you before facing the aftermath caused by the explosion of the bomb.

Flower vases left shattered on the floor, a door handle scarred by the scorching hot imprints of Bakugou’s unforgiving hold and a continuous flow of insults as background noise- those were the said aftermath of the explosion. Bakugou’s body language radiated off pure anger, like you or Todoroki had barely seen before, his rage was exuding from the pores of his palms through a dangerous marriage of small explosions and smoke. He was roaming back and forth in the living room, his stare was focused on the explosions emanating from his hands as a way to convince himself that the more explosions would be set free, the less he would feel angry.

« Fuck, fuck, fuck… Goddamnit, fuck! What the fuck went wrong, hah?! We planned this shit entirely, from start to fucking finish. What the fuck went wrong?! You tell me instead of staring at me, do fucking something for once! » The words echoed and morphed into a roar sent directly your way, anger lacing his every word.

« Bakugou, don’t say things you don’t mean. » Todoroki stated, the pseudo comfort embedded in his voice radically clashed with the heat of Bakugou’s words.

« Don’t say shit I don’t mean? Who the fuck are you to tell others what to do when you couldn’t even do shit when we were facing those bastards?! You didn’t do shit, you fucking left us on our own and arrived at the very last second. So tell me, give me one good fucking reason as to why I should take shit from you! Fucking say it to my face, because I’m dying to know what’s your excuse. » The sounds of Bakugou’s explosions slowly adopted the structure of a crescendo, but Todoroki remained unfazed, his facial expression didn’t betray his pseudo serenity. « I was evacuating the civilians, you knew that, I don’t understand why you act so confused. We prepared this plan together, the three of us, you knew what my role was. »

You were stuck in the middle of a battlefield, torn between two sides but the tragic twist of this scene was that you couldn’t find the strength to defend one of them. You needed to remain objective and impartial, something obviously easier said than done. Your eyes darted from one figure to another each time you heard the sound of either Todoroki or Bakugou’s words, truthfully, you felt paralyzed under the lack of options in this crucial situation- on one hand, Katsuki was nothing short of acerbic when anger consumed him, on the other one hand, Shouto’s calm attitude hid a dangerous amount of anger building inside of him ready to explode if Bakugou’s venom stung too hard to Todoroki’s liking.

« Oh yeah, yeah. You were on you own, hah? Evacuating civilians and shit, am I supposed to feel fucking sorry for you when Y/N were busting our fucking asses out there to take down those bastards? You’re trying to play it solo like your old man? You know what, the more I think about it, the more you start to act like him-… »

« Katsuki! That’s enough, shut up! »

It was your turn to let anger lace your words in such a way that they developed their own toxins, purposefully made to sting Bakugou hard enough to cut his rambling. Endeavor was a touchy topic to Shouto, and as soon as Katsuki pronounced the words ‘old man’, a hint of flames appeared on Todoroki’s collarbone- it was only a matter of second before an inferno invaded the living room.

« You never know when to stop, do you? Do you have any idea of how ridiculous this is? You, Bakugou, you should know out of all people that his father his a sensitive topic, and yet you let your anger get the best of you every damn time. Todoroki, were you really ready to blast your flames at him? Aren’t the both of your grown men, or am I mistaken? How disappointing, how fucking disappointing. » You dropped every last ounce of energy in your tirade, every last bit of emotion in the process too. You felt so numb, deprived from your own vigor.

Both Todoroki and Bakugou’s eyes fell on you as soon as your roaring words broke their mutual verbal assaults, their mouths were set agape- they did have words on the tip of their tongue, but they couldn’t find the strength to give life to them. There it was again, the deafening and agonizing silence.

You couldn’t bare standing in the same vicinity as them, disappointment clouded your vision and the more you looked at them, the more your vision became foggy- but it still remained unclear as to whether it was due to the disappointment or the tears gathering at the corner of your eyes. Without wasting yet another second, you went upstairs and locked yourself in your room, giving yourself some privacy to wipe away your tears.

Downstairs, the silence was still suffocating both Bakugou and Todoroki, their stare were still laying upon the spot where you used to be just a few seconds earlier, they just hadn’t processed your sudden disappearance. They blinked once, then twice, and a third time to make sure they weren’t dreaming and once they were convinced it was very much real, they looked at each other and sighed as if they were, too, deprived of their own energy.

« Bak-… Katsuki, it was my mistake to threaten you with my flames, I apologize. » Todoroki’s tone was soft in comparison to his last statement, a sense of compassion replaced the anger laced in his words.

« I shouldn’t have talked about your shitty dad. » A sentence, which, in Bakugou’s vocabulary echoed to an apology, but with the cruel exception of the forbidden word which begins with an ’s’ and ends with ‘-orry’.

« I assume Y/N is not going to talk to us for a while, and, don’t take it personally but her presence is very much needed. » Bakugou frowned as Todoroki’s words connected to his eardrums, needless to say, he knew he was right but didn’t care enough to admit it and grant him this silent victory.

« I might have an idea, half-and-half, use your shitty quirk to lower the temperature of the house, you know how much she fucking hates cold temperatures. That’s gonna make her move her ass out of the bedroom. » Todoroki only quirked his eyebrows in response while Bakugou was adorning his most victorious grin, he knew this plan meant an automatic win- both of them could handle cold temperatures thanks to their quirks, you on the other one hand, were more fond of warmer temperatures.

Todoroki sighed, perhaps already regretting his choice to follow Bakugou’s antics, but if it meant that he had to play dirty to get you, he was ready to deem himself as the dirtier player in the game. Soon enough, a frigid fog invaded mercilessly the first floor, and your bedroom was the first victim of the unforgiving coldness. Little did you know, this was the beginning of a series of crushing defeats on your end : seeking warmth underneath your blankets? Didn’t work. Blow air on your hands? A total fail. Looking through your boyfriends’ closets to find one of their thick hoodies and wear it? Not the solution you needed to cure the problem.

You were running out of solutions, and that’s when your unconsciousness crept in and murmured suave temptations to your ear : the welcoming warmth of Bakugou and Todoroki’s bodies, their arms wrapped around you like a human cocoon to protect you from the cold temperature. It sounded like a dream, and you had the means to make it real- but at what cost? You roamed around the room, not only to create body warmth by moving, but also to accelerate the train of your thoughts. What was more important? Freezing yourself to death with your pride as an inexistent shield from the cold, or embrace the agonizingly tempting warmth radiating from both of your boyfriends?

The answer to your rhetorical question manifested itself rather quickly- in the blink of an eye, you had already wrapped your hand around the doorknob and raced downstairs towards the personifications of your very own personal heaters under Shouto’s puzzled expression and, in contrast, Katsuki’s triumphing grin.

« Hah? Have you finally decided to show up, princess? » Anyone could have noticed the more-than-obvious obnoxious tone dripping from Bakugou’s words, he glanced over at Todoroki who grinned at him in response, silently thanking him.

« Just keep me warm. » You found a perfect spot right between Katsuki and Shouto on the couch, your knees were brought to your chest, your arms were encompassing your legs- if anything, you were pretty close to looking like a sphere, but you were ready to contort yourself in any position to gather some precious warmth. Eventually, you let out a silent sigh as soon as you felt their respective warmth hit the surface of your skin as a sign of satisfaction.

« I think you forgot the magic word, love. » Shouto teased, his warm index gracing the cold flesh on your shoulder, such a tease.

« Ugh, fine! Keep me warm, please. » You emphasized the pleading word, just enough to make them grin even wider in victory.

« ‘Wasn’t so hard, was it, princess? » You couldn’t exactly tell if you hated or were absolutely enamored with the teasing tone of his voice, but once thing was certain- the grin plastered upon his face was a thing of beauty.

Bakugou, as expected of him, took the lead, or rather, sent a silent challenge in Todoroki’s way which dared him to take the upper hand of the situation. He wrapped his arms around your waist in a lion-like manner, ready to protect what’s his, with the help of his strength you were now sitting on his lap. The grip around your frame didn’t move one bit, not only did he want to provide you as much warmth as his quirk allowed, but he also wanted to maintain control. Your head was laying upon the surface of his shoulder, your face was facing Todoroki who admired you as if he had witnessed the renaissance of Venus under your traits.

« I will help you feel a bit more warm, alright, love? » You hummed in response to Todoroki’s one-sided interrogation.

Another source of warmth was more than welcome. Thus, Shouto wasted no time and placed his hand upon the surface of your cheek, daring to cross Bakugou’s self-claimed territory in the process without any ounce of shame. The amount of space between the two of you had dangerously reduced until totally disappearing which cleared Todoroki’s path on his way to show you just how much he could warm you up. His lids fluttered shut in anticipation, and there it was, the oh so fabulous source of warmth- he planted his lips on yours in perfect harmony. After all, a promise was a promise, correct? Regardless of how it’s executed, correct? That was exactly Shouto’s mindset as his tongue grazed your bottom lip to beg for access to the inside of your mouth, a wish quickly granted which allowed him to spread the warmth of his tongue inside your mouth as his pink muscle met yours which only announced the beginning of the dance of pleasure. Your actions corresponded to his, and his initiatives echoed to yours— soon enough, your tongues were melting in each other’s touch. As much as he wanted to keep this going forever, the way you grabbed his wrist was an indicator that you were starting to lack oxygen. Of course he ended the kiss, but not before he dug his teeth into your lower lip to which you responded with a semi silent whimper.

Bakugou observed the scene from the side with the same smirk gracing his facial features, he would be the worst liar on Earth if he were to say that seeing your mouths collide in harmony wasn’t the epitome of poetry in motion. But who was he to let Shouto get the best of you? Who was he to let Shouto make you whimper first? He craved, no, he needed to make you melt under his touch.

« Want us to make you feel hot, princess? Be careful what you wish for. » This sentence was his final warning before flipping you over on your back, offering him the best position to physically tale the upper hand under Shouto’s amused stare. You looked so pure and yet so sinful at once, a paradox which drove of them crazy as they imagined the most unholy deeds they were going to do to you. Katsuki’s index hooked the fabric of your hoodie (more like his, but it’s just a slight detail which turnt him on even more) before to pull it over your head.

Oh, and what a gorgeous sight to behold— your naked upper body, in all its glory, a body worthy of the most descriptive pages of a novel. He couldn’t help but snicker at the ethereal scenery before his eyes, he knew he was going to devour you and make you his, no matter what.

« Don’t give me those eyes, woman, I fucking told you I was gonna make you feel real hot. You won’t need this shitty hoodie to keep you warm. »

The assault was given once his pearly whites dug into the soft flesh of your neck, reflex kicked, you titled your head to the side to give him more room to play with. It was a succession of biting, licking, biting again until your skin adopted a purplish tone which echoed to a mark of both domination and belonging. Of course, you belonged to him… And Todoroki. Once he was satisfied with his artwork, he licked the abused flesh one last time before smirking to himself as a sign of victory.

You couldn’t expect Todoroki to be left out of the party, after all, you did belong to him too. He pushed Bakugou to the side just enough to bask in the glory of your half-naked form. The gleam in his eyes reflected nothing but pure adoration, he was torn between the will to worship each inch of your body and the tempting option to make your legs weak until you can’t form proper words anymore. Oh, well, both were bound to happen.

« Oi! If you wanna touch her, don’t fucking push me! » Bakugou’s rambling was cut short as soon as Todoroki’s lips crashed on his, the blonde eye’s widened in surprise but he eventually allowed himself to crave to the passion.

« I don’t need your permission to touch what’s mine. » Todoroki whispered against the flesh of your breasts, emphasizing the very last word strategically.

The sight of your hardened nipples caused him to lick his bottom lip in anticipation, just a way to warm up his lips before devouring your flesh. Todoroki wasted no time and took this opportunity to let his tongue grace your left bud, the motions were repetitive and hypnotizing— from circular motions right around your nipple, from vertical licks to sucking motions, each deed was designed for your own pleasure while your whimpers falling free from your lips and the hand stuck at the root of his hair encouraged his actions. Your whimpers were cut short once Bakugou’s lips found yours and dragged you in a tongue-led kiss, and to no one’s surprise, you followed his already established rhythm, but goodness, it was deliciously intoxicating, letting you crave for more. And somehow, the sound of your hushed whimpers created an even more attractive melody.

Now, it was Todoroki’s turn to take advantage of the vacant place left by Bakugou who was now bent on your side which meant that your whole body to discover for the umpteenth time. A trail of kisses left from the valley of your breasts to your lower belly indicated which dangerous way Shouto was bound to take. He took a glance at the liplock share with Katsuki who offered you no rest no matter if you craved for oxygen or not, the same amused grin still plastered upon his facial features, and augmented the temperature just a bit more.

His finger drew an invisible line along the edge of your underwear, a pre-meditated deed which only announced in advance what he was bound to do, he was just one step closer to make your legs crumble under his touch. In a swift motion, fueled by his own personal hunger to satisfy his fantasies, Todoroki got rid of your pants and he could already discern the wet patch adorning the cotton surface of your underwear, what a sight to see. A new trail of kiss was left upon your skin by Shouto, this time, he focused on the inside of your thighs and followed a vertical pattern until reaching the climax of his journey : your already dripping heat.

« Are you already this wet for us, love? How kind of you. » The amused tone which embedded his voice hid a hidden sinful tone, such a contrast, but only Bakugou and you could catch the double-tone.

Bakugou, on the other one hand, mimicked Todoroki’s earlier antics (only to outdo him, his own ego was his sole motivation) and made a victim of your breasts. One lovebite on your neck wasn’t enough, he craved to make you his even more, on every inch of your body. This thought was the reason behind his will to bite the generous flesh of your left breast, which clearly isn’t abused enough to his liking. And so it began once more— biting, licking, biting once more just hard enough to make you whimper in response, suck on your flesh until it becomes purple and has his name written all over it. From the love bite, Katsuki kissed his way until your nipple, the motions of his mouth were strategically chosen to make pure sounds of pleasure fall free from mouth mouth, while his thumb and index were twisting your nipple while following the circular motions of his tongue. The harsh grasp you held onto his blonde hair was only one of the first hints that you were on your way to reach a state of pure bliss, the moans echoing in his head were his favorite hint though.

The sensation of a sharp lick across the fabric of your underwear awakened a new whimper on your end, this time, it was higher which only echoed to a higher level of pleasure. Todoroki’s lips curved into a grin at the sound of it, what a marvel to hear. The fabric which separated your core from Shouto’s lips was seen as a taunt to the latter, but fret not, said taunt was quickly taken care of as soon as he got rid of your underwear, throwing them who-knows-where in the room.

And so the temperature augmented yet again— an experimental lick caused you to bite your lower lip to refrain any moan to escape from your mouth as you closed your eyes in anticipation for pure bliss. Your reaction was the best indicator to Shouto who had found yet another motivation to make you come undone— getting to hear your agonizingly breathtaking whimpers and moans fall in cascade from your lips. Your core was wet, much to Todoroki’s delight, and he could almost hear you calling his name, begging him to eat you as if you were his last dinner on Earth.

His mouth married the shape of your core, his tongue danced beautifully against your folds as if your core had been specifically created to welcome the wonders of his mouth. The licks left by his pink muscle were executed differently in several ways— vertical licks, circular shapes, he based his actions on the sound of your shameless moans and whimpers to predict his next move.

« Shouto, S-Shouto! » Your first begging, which didn’t go unnoticed to both of the protagonists of your very own pleasure.

« So eager, aren’t you, love? » He kissed these words into your skin, words embedded with adoration and love in the process.

Well, there was someone whose name hadn’t been begged, and truth be told, it was getting on his nerves. How dare Shouto have the honor of being begged and not him? Oh, well, he was about to change that right away.

« Open wide, princess, I’ll give you something to fucking beg about. » The same usual smirk accompanied his words, he already knew what was bound to happen, and the knew what effect it would leave on you.

By the time you were busy with Shouto, Bakugou had already taken care of his own clothing by… taking everything off. Isn’t it easier that way? His genetically given large hand stroked tentatively his length, just enough to cause a layer of pre-cum to cover his tip, once he was satisfied with the result, he wasted no time to shove his entire member in your mouth in a swift motion. The warmth of your lips was the most delicate welcome he could’ve asked for, regardless if you were to choke or not, he’d find a way to make you beg his name until it becomes the only thing you’re able to say. Your throat grazed the sensitive tip of his grit, earning you a hushed grunt as a reaction which was a rarity coming from Bakugou. Both of his hands held a harsh grip on your hair, and he used said grip as a level of pressure to thrust himself into your mouth under the mesmerizing sounds of your choked whimpers. It was a scenery of beauty, he was the sole holder of all your attention— you were looking at him through your lashes with pleading eyes, silently begging him to keep going until you were to choke on his member. A silent sign he didn’t miss, he knew you like the back of his hand, after all.

Eventually, Shouto complied to your begs, you wanted more? Oh, you were bound to get more, more precisely, you were bound to have exactly what you deserved. Todoroki and tease were very close to being synonymous, hence why he purposefully used the pad of his thumb to create circulate motions on your sweet bundle of nerves which was the key to make you come undone, and, of course, two of his fingers which had already found a shelter inside your folds while pumping in and out, over and over again, until bringing you to the brim of ecstasy.

Under this new pressure, the need to express your pleasure through moans was almost impossible given the fact that each sound coming out of your mouth was rendered hushed by Bakugou’s length. Your wrapped your hand around his phallus to not only catch some cruelly needed oxygen but also set free all the sounds of pleasure trapped inside you, as soon as your mouth was set free, a pure sound of bliss fell free from your lips. A sound so sinful and addicting at once that both Bakugou and Todoroki couldn’t help but repeat said sound in their head over and over again.

« Oi, princess, I didn’t fucking tell you to stop so keep sucking until I say otherwise, did you fucking get that? » It was a one-sided question, your answer wouldn’t matter anyway.

And there he went again, shoving his member inside your mouth as Bakugou began chasing his own pleasure— if he was careful enough, he could picture the shape of heaven when his lids fluttered shut. This time, his thrusts were harsher, clearly designed to attain his climax. But he wasn’t the only one who was close to reach the seventh sky— the addition of Shouto’s fingers pumping in and out, the oh so right pressure on your sweet of nerves and the precise licks left on your wet folds was nothing short of divine, that divine that it was going to make you reach your orgasm sooner than you thought.

Reflex kicked, your grip on Shouto’s hair became gradually tighter as you felt the knot in your stomach grow more and more until it became out of your control, you rolled your eyes back in ecstasy and the pearls of tears on the corner of your eyes were now rolling down the surface of your cheeks. Through choked sounds, you encouraged Shouto to keep going and going until you could touch heaven by the tip of your fingers. And then heaven came to you, the liberating sensation of floating on a cloud overwhelmed you as you reached your orgasm, manifesting the pure sounds of bliss through the hushed sounds caused by Bakugou’s intrusive length.

« You’re such a good girl, love, you came undone for us. Such a good girl… » The end of his sentence was whispered in marvel against your core, it was a sight he could never get bored of.

His tongue found once more its way to your folds, licking each and every drop of your juices to satisfy his own pleasure. Your taste was his favorite, it was addicting as hell, so addicting that before to swallow said juices, he would always make a mental note of how your cum feels on his tastebuds.

« Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, god-fucking-damnit! » Bakugou’s grunts followed the structure of a crescendo, he threw his head back in pure pleasure— he was so close, so fucking close, he wanted to reach the seventh sky as well.

Todoroki grabbed him by the nape of his neck, his fingers digging right in Katsuki’s flesh, and planted his lips still coated with your juices right upon his. Bakugou could taste your sweet nectar on Shouto’s lips, and perhaps it was the last thing necessary for him to come undone— your taste always had the ability to bring him over the edge, and once more, this time was no exception. Bakugou groaned against Shouto’s lips before breaking the contact between them to share a pure sound of ecstasy of his own and eventually, come undone right in your mouth. A string of the blonde’s cum dripped down from the corner of your mouth, and observing you use your tongue to collect the remaining cum on your chin made Bakugou if he wasn’t going to come undone twice in a row at the sight of this.

« Come on, love, we’re not done yet. » This was the final chapter of all of Shouto’s fantasies, a chapter which was finally bound to take form.

Todoroki snaked his arms around your form to place you right on his lap, once the position was comfortable for the both of you, he placed his length right against your twitching core which was already begging for him to fill you.

« Please, j-just fuck me already… Please… » Another auditive wonder— the sound of you begging was worthy of the most beautiful symphony.

« You asked so nicely, love, who am I to refuse? » A rhetorical question, as expected of Shouto when he led the teasing game.

Shouto filled you instantly, shoving his entire length inside you which caused the unexpected appearance of a moan which you could hardly suppress even by biting your lower lip. An initiative quickly ended by Bakugou’s intervention who tilted your head just enough so he could plant a rough kiss upon your lips in order to prevent you from hushing those sounds of pleasure any longer.

« Don’t be fucking shy, let us hear what you gotta’ say, baby girl. » You looked at Katsuki with pleading eyes, you knew that you were not going to be able to suppress or refrain any of your moans or whimpers, you knew you were bound to become a vocal mess.

Shouto’s hands held a strong grip on your waist, so strong that the tip of his fingers turnt white under the pressure. His rhythm was frantic from the beginning, using the combination of his hips bucking upwards and his arms wrapped around your middle to clash against his testicles. You had the best spot to hear up close and personal the ravishing sounds of bliss coming out of Shouto’s mouth like a broken record. Your arms were wrapped around his neck as a desperate cry for support as his hips were pounding deep inside you until reaching your cervix.

Behind you, Bakugou had already made sure to wet his fingers to prep you. Prep you for what exactly? Oh, well, we all know Bakugou doesn’t handle well being left alone, especially when Todoroki has the advantage of him. The tip of his fingers brushed against your rectum until two of them entered your second hole, he expected this reaction but your moans were ethereal, especially when he was the cause of them. His fingers pumped into your rectum just enough for you to get used to the stretch and to the knew (and double) sensation.

« Be a good fucking girl for daddy and let him fuck you from behind, yeah? » He studied your facial expression and the irregular pattern of your breaths to know whether or not you were fond of his new antics, to which you confirmed his doubts by whispering an almost inaudible « Y-Yes, daddy… »

Nonetheless, the elongated moan you let out in his favor once his fingers reached a bit deeper in your rectum was enough for him to get the clue and replace the feeling of his index and middle finger with the width of his length. A pure sound of pleasure with his name written all over it, if you were to ask Bakugou, he would tell you right away that this is what heaven felt like.

« I-I’m going to cum, I can’t-… » Shouto’s hot breath crashed against your equally as hot skin, it became impossible for him to suppress his grunts any longer.

Bakugou mirrored his pace which had suddenly quickened under the pressure erupting in his lower belly, he could already touch the clouds of the seventh sky, and you were the key to unlocking the divine skies of heaven.

« Fuck… Fuck, I’m close too. » Their grunts matched in unison under the melody of your repetitive moans caused by the double pressure.

With one last thrust from both protagonist, you felt two rushes of hot liquids invade your insides as a moan signed their orgasm. That was it, they came undone and touched heaven as they came inside of you, all the pent up pressure in their abdomen had been set free for your greatest pleasure. You rolled your head back on Katsuki’s shoulder, oxygen had become a rarity under the frantic thrusts of the two newfound victims of passion. Once your lungs felt full again, you released an elongated sigh which drained all of your strength in the process.

Bakugou pulled out first, causing you to whimper at the sudden sensation of vacuity replacing the ever so addictive sensation of being filled by the man who held the keys to your heart. As he pulled out, his arms snaked around your middle and he dragged you with him, hot breaths crashing against your blazing skin. Katsuki put your head over his chest while you mustered up the last bits of vigor you could invoke to find shelter in his comforting embrace.

As soon as Shouto evened his breathing pattern, he felt the urge to join you and Katsuki— laying by your side, his arms draped over your waist, he felt at peace with the two most important people in his life, the true definition of perfection to him. Silence came back again, but this time it was comforting, a silence which held all the fierceness of your feelings for one another. A few kisses were planted here and there on your skin as a silent way to show gratitude, but all three of you were absolutely drained because of passion.

« If you’re still feeling cold, I know a fucking way or two to fix this shitty problem, princess. »

[id-never-letyoudown]

Uhhhh part two of the rare pair part 1

"Sleep well, Dove?"

"It's too early for your nonsense." Henry complained, pouring himself a cup of coffee. He had not. Slept well, that is. It was the damn nightmares again. They always came this time of year.

Henry had already visited the field. That usually helped things, but not this time.

"Tell me about them."

"Them what?"

"The nightmares." Even though he already knew well enough what they were about. "The men." Wilbur already knew. He's been in Henry's head more times than he could count. He had to make sure he was the right one for the job, after all. He didn't dig through everything in that mess Henry called a mind. His thoughts were constantly all over the place. And why were there so many musicals and chemical compositions in that thing?

Besides, he needed Henry to trust him if this thing was going to work. Something told him digging around that brain of his wouldn't end well.

Henry paused, looking down at his steaming mug of coffee. "They were dear friends of mine. Lovers." He takes a sip, it's more bitter than usual. "I was the cause of their deaths. Though... you already knew that." His eyes flick up to meet Wilbur's over the rim of his mug. "Didn't you?"

"..."

"I knew I could feel something rooting around. You were scoping me out before we even formally met, weren't you?" Henry grins in victory, setting his coffee down with a satisfying 'clack' against the marble counter.

"Aren't you supposed to be pissed?"

"If anything I'm intrigued! Can you read everyone's minds?" He leaned against the counter, head propped in his hand. "Ooo-what else do you know about me? I want the details."

Wilbur snorted, "Course I can. And for the record I don't know everything about you. I stopped looking around after a bit."

"Oh? So I still got some secrets then?" Henry would have thought he'd have long since taken advantage of his abilities. Know him inside and out. "Huh, seems I've pegged you wrong."

"You couldn't peg me at all." He grins.

Henry only shrugged. And something told Wilbur that he didn't get the joke.

Wilbur clears his throat, "Anyway, uh, wanna hear about which of the Monroe brats isn't Gerald's? The answer may shock you." Like a damn click bait article.

Henry's eyes light up, a loud gasp escaping him. "I knew it!" He was always down for gossip. And a scandal like that? It was right up his alley.

Wilbur enjoyed watching the man lose his shit with every little Hatchetfield secret he told him. And there were a lot. He could tell Henry was plenty skeptical of him, but he was getting there. Little by little.

--

Henry walked into the kitchen to fetch some refreshments for his monthly 'date night' with John and Xander. Used to be bi-monthly. And before that it'd been weekly. Nowadays he found the pair trying to gently nudge him away. And normally it wouldn't have bothered him. But they hadn't started doing this until after he was let go from P.E.I.P. Which made him think.

And think.

And overthink.

He had no problem with leaving the relationship. If they were to simply ask him. But all these hints? He could do without. Xander kept trying to set him up on blind dates. And John was cold. Even when the three of them were intimate. Especially when the three of them were intimate.

It really got him thinking....

His hand barely touches his turtleneck. Was it... no, it couldn't possibly be the scars. John had plenty of his own. Although, baring witness to how Henry got them probably made that very, very different. And there was the nerve damage. And the pain. Which always got worse when there was a storm approaching.

John was his friend. He didn't want him thinking he was responsible for any of that. He should call him-

His phone began ringing, as if on cue. He fetches it from his pocket. Of all the coincidences-

He answers it immediately. "I was just thinking about you, say we really ought to have a chat when you two get here-" his stomach sinks at the reply. "Oh... so, you can't make it then?... No, no. I understand. I hope you two have fun." And he hung up.

He looks at the bottle in his hand. At the neatly set dinner table. At the flowers he picked himself. Apparently the date the three of them made their 'throuple', as the kids called it, official wasn't all that important to them.

Such a shame he had to spend the day alone.

Or... not.

"... Wilbur, how do you like your steak?"

Wilbur was always there, even when he thought he wasn't. He didn't know why he felt comfort in that.

--

"Who was that?" Xander commented, fixing his tie in the mirror.

"Henry. I was telling him about how we couldn't make... it...." He trailed off when he walked into their bedroom and saw his husband getting dressed. "Where are you going?'

Xander paused, standing up straight. "Couldn't make it next month, right?... You told him next month, right?"

John pressed his lips into a fine line. "Iiiii thought you said-"

"John!" Xander dropped his tie. "Why would I tell you to tell him that we wouldn't be able to make it on the three of us' anniversary?"

"It was a mistake-I'll just call him back real quick." John did not want to face his husband's wrath, he could already feel his eyes melting the back of his skull as he dialed Henry's number. "It's just going straight to voicemail-"

"Get dressed, we're going anyways. And y o u can explain the mix-up."

--

"Where'd you learn to cook?" Wilbur asked him. Not that he needed to eat. Or had a great sense of taste nowadays. But it was nice to have something to chew on now and again. And it smelled amazing.

"Oh, my aunt. This is all from her recipe book." He seemed rather proud of that fact.

"Well, safe to say those two are missing out."

Henry hums. He's been quiet all through dinner. Still down about being cancelled on with such short notice. "You know what? They are." He stabs his fork a little too forcefully, and sends his mashed potatoes straight in the air. And right smack in his face.

They both pause.

And then Wilbur starts laughing. Which sets Henry into his own fit of giggling.

--

"Do you hear that?" Xander paused on Henry's doorstep, hearing the laughter coming from inside.

"Doesn't sound like he's alone." John muses, trying to see if he could sneak a peek through one of the windows. He can see Henry fine. But whoever it is he's with is just out of sight.

"John!" Xander whisper shouts, tugging on his husband's sleeve. "You can't just spy on our friend like that!"

"Aren't you curious?" John looks back at Xander.

"I-well-yes! But not enough to spy on him!"

The two continue to bicker quietly, or, they thought they were being quiet.

--

Wilbur looks over his glass, humming. "You've got guests." The curtains then shut themselves. It was a good thing neither of them could see him. He doubted seeing the former colonel would sit well with either of them. Especially John.

"What-" Henry looks towards the door, face now free of the mess from before. He can hear exactly who it is too. And it both confuses and ticks him off.

"And they know you're not alone. They won't buy it if you say you are." Wilbur stands up, "Gotta make them leave somehow."

Henry wracks his brain for an idea. And seeing as he's well into that bottle of wine, they're not really thought out. "... You can change your appearance, right?"

Wilbur locks eyes with Henry, a grin splitting across his face.

--

"Just knock."

"You knock-"

Henry opens the door a crack, taking a peek at the two of them. "... I thought you two couldn't make it." He responds plainly, not even greeting them.

"There was a mix-up." Xander explained, elbowing his husband to elaborate.

"I meant to tell you that we wouldn't be able to make it next time." John tells him.

"Well, that's unfortunate." Henry wraps his fingers around the door, glancing back into the house. "Because I ended up taking your advice, Xander. And I think it'd be terribly awkward of me to explain to my date."

Xander is equal parts thrilled and... well, confused. Thrilled because he wanted Henry to have someone to lean on when they weren't around. And confused because Henry had always outright refused whenever Xander brought up mixers or blind dates. "That's wonderful, Hen! Do we know who it is?"

"I ah-well-" Henry blinked, shit. He didn't even know who Wilbur was going to come around that corner looking like-

"Gary Goldstein, attorney at law!" Henry nearly jumped when the man announced himself. His face flushed. He let the door open fully, and there he was. The supposed Gary Goldstein. A faithful rendition, he'd say.

It was an... awkward conversation to say the least. When Henry finally managed to turn the two away he locked the door behind them.

"Whatthefuckwasthat?"

"You didn't tell me w h o to look like! I just chose a rando guy!"

"I... goddamnit." Henry stood there, trying not to laugh at the thoughts that had to be bouncing around in John and Xander's head right about now. "At least you chose someone at least somewhat attractive."

"Yeah, cuz talking non-stop about audits is so attractive." Wilbur runs a hand through his hair, the illusion dropping almost instantly.

Henry smiles, wine getting to his head. "That's much better."

"What?"

"... Hm? Oh, nothing. This was fun. Should do it again sometime."

--

"You're really going to make an entire plotline-"

"Is that what we're calling our 'reality scheming'?"

"-be quiet, are you really creating an entire plot based off of one thing this Matthews guy said to you?"

".... Yes, of course. Naturally. I'm calling it 'The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals'... hm, sure is a mouthful. What do you think?" Henry slides over his tablet to show Wilbur, who doesn't know if he should be impressed or not.

He rolls his eyes, leaning over to get a good look at it. "... You know, I think the big man might actually get a kick out of this."

"Speaking of, am I ever going to meet this 'Wiggley' character?" Henry slides his tablet back, tapping on the screen before resuming his scribbling.

"Depends on how well you perform, Dove-"

"Why do you call me that?" Henry looked up, reading glasses askew. He pulls them off to clean them up, fetching a cloth from his coat pocket.

"What, you don't like it?" Like that'd stop him. Wilbur watches Henry. He can't decide if he likes him better with or without the glasses-

"I just find it odd, is all. I don't mind it." He slides them back on, looking back up at him once again. "You called me that the first time we met-"

"That wasn't the first time we met."

"Excuse me?"

Wilbur is no longer sitting on the table. Henry thinks he's up and left until he finds him sitting in the living room, just barely visible from the kitchen. He gets up and follows him with a huff.

"I watched you for a while, before that day. I saw a lot of things." He chuckles, "Lotta embarrassing things too. But that's not the point." He pops his feet up on the coffee table. "I saw you with that bird a while back. You were talking to it. Thought it was kinda kooky, kinda sweet."

Henry has to think for a while, and then his face softens. "The bird you saw was one I nursed back to health." He sighs, walking up to him and kicking his legs so he's forced to move them. "Get your damn feet off my mahogany." He then walks past him, just to sit on the other end of the couch.

Wilbur scowls. He could kill Henry so easily, doesn't he know that? "How kind."

"It was either that or put it out of its misery." Henry makes himself comfortable, leaning back on the couch.

"I doubt you'd have the guts to do that."

"You don't think I'm capable of mercy killing? That's laughable." Henry eyes him, "Look in my mind and find out. Go on. You have my permission."

Wilbur did. And it hit him all at once. It wasn't that the scene shocked him. He just hadn't been prepared for the rush of emotion.

He saw Henry's hands. Injecting something into an IV drip. Shaking as they did so. And a man. So pale and sickly. Just lying on the bed. But he was smiling. And that's all he could see before Henry pushed him out.

"Promise me something, Wilbur."

He looked at him. So he actually was going to use that damn condition then? "... What?"

"Don't ever underestimate me or think me incapable." He curled up on the couch, looking ready to settle in for some sleep. "Promise me, Wilbur." His eyes weren't leaving him anytime soon.

"... I promise."

Henry seemed satisfied, now closing his eyes. "Alexa, play my Sleep playlist."

As soft music filled the room, Wilbur realized that maybe he bit off more than he could chew. Henry was chosen for a reason. He had to remember that.

He also realized it really didn't take long for Henry to fall asleep. At all. Out like a light.

Wilbur gets up, not even thinking when he takes the professor's glasses off for him. "Dumbass."