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smuthospital · 1 year

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⭐️Yandere Kylar x Reader⭐️

Premise: You're a streamer, and your biggest fan really really likes you

Warning: Non-con, kidnapping, gn reader

Minors DNI

Bright lights flash in your eyes, your fingers rapidly bashing buttons on your keyboard, your other hand furiously clicking your mouse. You whine as your character suddenly falls to the ground, dead.

"Ok, guys! Ok, I get it! I know I'm not that good at this game! No need to tease me!" You laugh. Inside, you're a bit peeved. These stinky bastards aren't here for your gameplay so they better shut up. Shut up and enjoy their eye candy. You're currently streaming an online first-person shooter. You made your little hobby into a little side hustle not too long ago. Guys love watching hot people play games and it's proven to be profitable. "I'm cute? Well thank you, Mr. Husband!" This guy is a regular. Gotta give him those shout-outs he practically pays for.

As much as it hurts to deal with these weirdos, It helps with expenses. You've even seen Robins username pop in and out quickly, probably hoping you didn't see. At first, you were uncomfortable with acting all sweet for your audience, but you warmed up to the idea when it started staving off your bastard Landlord at the orphanage you live in, Bailey. You play games dressed sexy, say sweet dumb things and the money comes pouring in.

These poor, lonely guys send you money in hopes you'll give them a crumb of attention, and you do. Sometimes, you say their names. You don't exactly care that you're taking their money at all. It's a gift! It's not like you forced them to give you money, nor did you even ask. They just want a chance to get in your pants and you're not gonna stop them from dreaming. You can't count the number of times people in the chat have asked if you have an onlyfans.

You'd never, of course, date one of these pigs. You imagine your viewers are stinky, slimy, greasy and would cum in their pants at just seeing you in person. Their whole body is probably sticky to the touch and shower maybe once a month they probably have piss filled mountain dew bottles on the floor next to their pc and shit stains on their seat. You're pretty sure a few guys in the comments are jerking off as you stream this very second.

A few times, you've received ominous messages in the comments from different users, almost threatening you for some ridiculous problem they have with you. How you play, what you're wearing, or just your face, so you make sure to always hide your location and are very vague about your personal life. You're used to them being weird, saying things about what they'd do to you if they were alone with yo- Just have to learn to ignore it. You calm yourself down.

"Well, that's enough for today, I'm getting sleepy! It was nice playing with you today. I'll see you tomorrow, goodnight, love you!" You blow a kiss at the camera. You see people commenting their 'i love you too's and whining about how you could stay a bit longer' in the chat before you disconnect. You made $540 from that two-hour stream. You received most of it from the same person. Mr.Husband. Not one minute after closing the stream, you get a message. You thought you disabled direct messages? You notice that it's to your personal account that's open on another tab from an unnamed account. No bio, no profile picture.

New user: Hey

New user: Do you want to meet up sometime? For coffee?

You: Who's this?

New user: I'm Kylar. You can get to know me when we get coffee.

You: Uh no? How the fuck do you know me?

New user: I love your streams, pretty. Drop the fucking attitude before you piss me off. I knew you'd be more of a bitch off-camera. You just look too good to be good hearted. You have to be taught obedience. You're lucky I care about you so much.

You: Keep your tiny prick away from me. I never want to see you in my presence. Disgusting. Ugly pig. Do me a favor and never ever leave your dirty cave. Go fuck yourself

New user: Wanna watch?

*New user has now been blocked*

You stand up and walk away from your computer. how the fuck did he find your actual account? You don't even have your real name anywhere. You start to undress, not noticing your computer's camera has flicked on again.

In a dark room, a man fists his massive cock slowly, eyes trailing up and down his obsession through the screen. His mind is filled with all the things he wants to do to a little cock tease like you. Ruin you, break you, crush you under his weight, teach you a lesson for whoring yourself out. A cute treat like you should have better manners "Pig...tiny prick. Ah, (y/n) I can't let you just say those things to your husband." he watches as you slide your underwear down, eyes zeroing in on the crevice between your thighs as you bend over. He shudders as hot baby batter coats his chest and thighs, continuing to roll down his cock in fat globs.

Two days later, you're walking back home from a late shift at the cafe. You plan to stream when you get home.

Something is watching you.

Cold sweat dribbles down the back of your neck. You shiver, the cold night air doing nothing to calm you. You can feel eyes drilling holes into your back. You picked up your pace, your eyes darting all around. Who is it? What do they want? You think you can hear footsteps not far away. They're getting closer. You break into a sprint and make it to Danube street before you're tackled to the ground. All air is pushed from your lungs, depleting you of oxygen. You do your best to fight against your unseen attacker, but they're far too strong. You try to scream, but only a wheeze comes out. The man roughly picks you up like a sack of potatoes under his arm and carries you into a mansion nearby.

He walked down a flight of stairs and threw you to the ground. You tried to scramble away, but he grabs your ankle and drags you back to him. You get a look at his face in the dim light. He's handsome, but his expression strikes fear in your heart. Fury is the only word you can think of to describe it. You scream and flail your limbs wildly, trying to get him the fuck off of you. You hear a crack and before you realize what happened, your cheek is burning. "Shut." Smack "The." Smack "Fuck." Smack "Up." He's seething by the end. Your head was knocked back into the ground by the last hit. A dribble of blood runs down your nose, your cheeks completely red and moderately swollen. You're no longer trying to fight him, head far too foggy to do anything but lay there in pain.

"I'm sorry, baby." He huffs, calming down a bit. "Don't fight me and that won't have to happen again." He wiped at the blood on your face with his thumb, cradling your cheek. A blush creeps over his face along with a deranged smile as he stares down at you with his unblinking eyes. "You're just so perfect. Everything." You feel a bulge forming atop you where he's straddled. He pants heavily as he looks you up and down. Hot tears slip down your swollen cheeks at the realization that you can't get yourself out of this one.

You lie completely still as he palms his crotch in front of you. "I...I'm kylar...you said I have a small prick, (Y/n)... That wasn't very nice. You should say things like that to your husband." You stare at him in awe...it's..the guy from the chat. did he find you? He's crazy. He's insane. He's gonna kill you. Your chest heaves up and down uncontrollably. You feel blood rushing to your ears, feeling the most fear you've ever felt in your entire life. He takes notice of your panic attack and tries to calm you. "H-hey! Shhh, it's ok, just breathe!" You don't hear a word he's saying and thrash wildly again. Your legs kick underneath him, but his body doesn't budge an inch.

You freeze when you feel his lips smash onto yours. He grabs your wrists in one hand above your head, effectively immobilizing you. It feels like he's trying to eat you, no longer caring about your little tantrum. "Just stay still." He mutters as his large hands roam up and down your body like he's waited his life for this moment. You feel his ever growing bulge rub against your stomach. He grabs your hands before you could try to fight him again.

"...You know...I've been giving you my good money, (Y/n). All because I knew how hard it was to live on your own. But now you're here with me. You'll be my personal house whore." You feel his breath hit your cheek. "Please...let me go. I didn't do anything to you!" You're full on sobbing at this point and to your horror, you feel his cock twitch against you.

"Oh fuck! Keep crying for me like that, baby." He's clawing your pants. Your eyes dart around the room for anything that can help you, but your blood runs cold when you just see hundreds of photos of you plastered all over his walls, some even on his ceiling. You hear a loud tear. This animal ripped your pants and underwear in the process of ridding them from your body.

You're a shaking mess as he cups your sex in his hand. "K-Kylar, please!" You cry, trying to appeal to his humanity. He groans, a little wet spot of pre cum appears on his crotch. "Say my name again." He demanded. His fingers rim around your hole, threatening to dive in. You quiver at the feeling. He unzipped his pants and you feel something impossibly large, heavy and hot slam onto your stomach with a thud.

He releases you momentarily and moves himself lower on your body, his head between your legs. His arms circle around your thighs in a vice grip. He takes a strong whiff and lets out a moan. You feel his tongue slide up and down your sex as his fingers plat around with your hole before dipping half a finger in. You're too dry, it hurts! You whine and struggle, uncomfortable. His finger dips all the way in, uncaring for your pleasure. You scream as he continues to thrust his finger inside you as his mouth engulfs your sex. He removes his finger and lifts himself off you. You sigh in relief.

That relief dies as you feel his meaty cock push at your hole. He begins to push in, but your hole resists. It's too big. He lets out a sound of annoyance before spitting on his hand and rubbing the liquid up and down his cock. It does little to help aid in his entrance. "This may hurt a bit…a lot actually." He wicked grin stretches across his face before he rears his hips back and forces his cock through. You let out a blood curdling scream he rips through your insides. He's only halfway in, your walls desperately trying to push him back out. He holds onto your waist and pulls you into him, bottoming out. You feel like you're bleeding, but you're too afraid to look down.

You can hardly breathe. His cock feels like it's in your stomach. Your body twitches, hot tears slipping past the corners of your eyes as you wheeze out please for mercy. He only looks down at you in awe at your beauty. "Oh, you're so cute like this! I knew you could take it! I know it hurts now, but just give it time." His thumb rubs at your tears. There's nothing you can do to get out of this. You feel completely helpless.He pulls himself out, and slowly goes back in, groaning. "Fuck, you're so tight" he grunts. You close your eyes and hear a flash. Your eyes snap open to see he's holding a camera. A blinding light fills your vision along with a 'click'. This sick fuck.

You let out an involuntary moan when he shoves himself into you at just the right angle. He presses himself deep inside you, holding himself there, his cock hugging your sweet spot. "Ah (Y/n)! (Y/n)! (Y/n)!" He chants your name like a mantra at each thrust, but you can barely hear him. All you can do is feel him. Hurt hurts so bad but feels equally as good.

You can't help but let little sounds of pain and pleasure spill from your lips as his hips ram into yours. You look up to see his eyes are completely rolled back. His lips press wet kisses to your cheek. You feel a knot start to build in your lower stomach without your consent and you feel yourself lift onto cloud nine. "Oh (Y/n), cum for me! Cum for your husband!" He moans. You feel shame and pleasure wash over you as you do just that. You clench around him, his breath hitches in his throat at the feeling. He slams into you harder and harder. The over stimulation is killing you now. It's too much!

You think he might break something inside you, you think his dick might knock your brain out of your skull with how hard he's pounding. You feel like your organs will never be the same. "Gonna get you pregnant, gonna breed you again and again. Gonna have my babies. We'll be great parents!" His muttering awakens what's left of the fight in you. "Ah! N-no, stop! I-I can't!" His hand slams over your mouth, his bottomless green eyes staring directly into yours. He lifts your legs up and puts them over his shoulders in a tight mating press.

He hits your special spot and your eyes roll back. He can reach far deeper like this. He slams into you with one final thrust, pressing into you with his full weight. You can't breathe. The over stimulation finally comes for you and you cum all over his cock again. You feel his cock twitch before unloading what seems to be an endless supply of semen into you. You can almost hear the wet sound of him cumming inside you. Your lower stomach rises by the sheer volume of cum produced. You wonder if he used to be a bull at Remy's farm or something. That thought quickly vanishes along with your whole mind as your brain is unable to produce anymore thoughts.

With a satisfied sigh, he pulls his slipping wet cock out of you, a rush of lightly pink cum following after, quickly stopping when he plugs you up with a small plug. His cock isn't even fully soft. You pray he doesn't decide he wants a round two. "That wasn't so bad, now was it? You were crying for nothing." He pants. He kisses your temple before picking you up by your waist, once again like a sack of potatoes in one arm. He walks over to a mattress on the floor and drops you on it, your body softly bouncing on top before settling in a heap. He had a mattress the whole time and still fucked you on the cold, dirty cement floor!? You hear a click and see he's chained your right angle to the wall. He smiles at you and pevks you on the lips the way a husband would before leaving to work. His mood did a 180. He's so very cheerful, his handsome face cheerfully grinning down at you like you're a cute little kitten.

"You did really well today, (Y/n), my love. I'll be back tomorrow. You won't get dinner tonight because you fought me so much, but you'll learn to behave. I want to treat you better, so please be good for me. Goodnight." With that, your new 'husband' stands up to his full height and walks upstairs, leaving you in the cold pitch darkness of the basement.

#lemon #non con #x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #dead dove do not eat #degrees of lewdity #kylar the loner

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marvelsmylife · 7 months

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Could you write a fic with Az and reader where she just needs his touch? Maybe she’s just having one of those days where everything makes her cry and she just needs him to hold her so she can sleep, except they aren’t anything more yet

His hugs<3

Pairing Azriel x reader

#20 - “The number one cure for sadness is an outrageously tight hug.”

A/n I had so much fun writing this ! ! ! I'm sorry if I deviated from what you originally requested but I hope you still like it

I’m accepting requests

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You were having the worst day of your life, you were sure of it. First, you started with training with Cassian in the morning since Azriel was away. “Sorry to break it to you y/n, but I’m not going to go easy on you like Azriel does” Cassian teased.

Everything was going good until you got distracted for a split second and Cassian fist made contact with your nose. “CASSIAN! ! !” you yelled and immediately brought your hands up to your nose.

“Fuck” Cassian cursed when he saw your nose was bleeding profusely: “I’m sorry y/n, I didn’t mean to do that”. You sent him a death glare before you went to Madja so she could heal you.

After a quick trip to Madja to get your nose fixed, you decided to roam the streets of Velaris. You were having a good time until a child ran past you and accidentally pushed you into a pile of mud.

You wanted to be mad at the child but he started crying and apologizing immediately when they realized who you were. “It’s ok,” you replied as you got up: “Just watch where you’re going next time, ok?”

The child nodded furiously before running towards their mom who began scolding them for their action.

The straw that broke the camel’s back was when you got out of the bath and started to change. In your attempt to quickly throw on a tunic, you swung your arms and accidentally knocked over a vase that you had in your family for centuries. It was the last thing you had from your old life and now it was broken.

After cleaning up your mess, all you wanted to bury yourself into your covers and never come out.

Around that time, Azriel finally arrived at the house of wind and was confused when you didn’t immediately greet him like you usually do: “She’s in her room.” Azriel heard Cassian's voice: “She had a bad day and wants to be left alone”.

Azriel ignored the last part of what Cassian had said and went straight to your room. He let out a sigh when he spotted you under your covers: “OK, what happened?”

“Everything,” you replied, still under your cover: “I’m never leaving this room again.”

Azriel couldn’t help but roll his eyes at how dramatic you were acting. “Y/n, can you please get out from under your covers? You’re going to suffocate under there.”

“No,” you grumbled: “I don’t want to”.

Growing frustrated by your answer, Azriel undid his boots before responding: “If you’re not going to get out from under there, I’m going to have to go in there with you.”

You didn’t have time to reply when Azriel managed to get under the covers with you: “What happened to your nose?” Azriel asked when he noticed a bruise on your nose.

“Your brother happened,” you huffed out before you explained what happened to you today.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here to help you train today:” Azriel apologized: “but do you want to know one thing?”

You gave Azriel a puzzling look and replied: “What?”

“The number one cure for sadness is an outrageously tight hug,” Azriel responded before engulfing you in a hug.

You couldn’t help but laugh at Azriel’s action: “Who would have thought the big bad shadowsinger was a big old softy.”

“I’m only a softy for you,” Azriel replied and placed a kiss on your forehead: “How are you feeling now?”

“Better” you smiled at Azriel before carefully burying your face in his neck: “Better now that you are with me now”.

Meanwhile, outside your bedroom, the rest of the inner circle were eavesdropping on your and Azriel’s conversation. “When do you think they’re going to confess that they have feelings for each other?” Elain asked.

“Hopefully soon,” Amren replied, “I’m sick of them basically eye fucking each other all the time”.

#azriel imagine #azriel x reader #azriel x you #acotar x reader #acotar imagine

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steddieas-shegoes · 9 months

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that's what friends are for

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'enemies to lovers' rated t wc: 996 cw: mention of hospitals and injury, mentions of selling and using recreational drugs tags: enemies is more implied than anything, getting together, canon events happening in the background

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Somewhere along the way, Steve Harrington became Eddie’s number one customer.

It was mostly by accident, and Eddie should tell him to get lost and find another supplier, but he couldn’t.

Especially not after the last time they met up in the woods and Steve looked…haunted.

But Eddie wasn’t going to let Steve’s sad puppy dog eyes convince him that he was anything other than the asshole he’d always been.

Not even when he walked up to Steve furiously wiping tears off of his cheeks.

He cleared his throat awkwardly before sitting down, trying to avoid eye contact with the man who seemed to be trying to hide the fact that he’d been having any emotion at all.

“So, the usual today?” Eddie asked.

“Uh, you got anything stronger?”

Look, Eddie knew for a fact he had plenty of stronger stuff that he could overcharge Steve for, and Steve wouldn’t even bat an eye.

But he had a pretty strict rule of never selling the strong stuff to someone who didn’t pass the mental test. Someone who was crying did not pass the mental test.

“Nah, ran out. Got a new mix though, if you’re interested. Might help you sleep if that’s somethin’ you need.”

The dark circles under Steve’s eyes told him that was exactly what he needed, but Steve shrugged and acted like he was just here for fun.

Eddie didn’t care enough to push.

That’s what he told himself, anyway.

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Steve looked like shit.

“You look like shit.”

Steve rolled his eyes. Or, well, eye. The other eye was swollen and bruised, probably hurt like hell.

“Thanks for the update,” Steve said.

“Don’t think weed’s gonna fix that,” Eddie said, not looking away from the cuts and scrapes along his cheek. “At least not the kind I have.”

Eddie looked down to see more cuts and bruises along his hands, and most shocking of all, a dull red line along both wrists.

Eddie’s brows raised as he looked back up at Steve.

“You, uh, you good?” He couldn’t help asking.

Anyone would be concerned to see these injuries on anyone, even the guy you definitely don’t like or have a crush on.

“Sure. Is $20 okay today? I can get you more for next time.”

“$20 is fine.”

$20 was technically $5 more than he would normally charge anyone who isn’t an ex-jock, so it’s not like he was doing Steve a favor.

Eddie watched Steve walk away with more questions than answers.

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Robin Buckley was sitting next to Steve at the table, kicking her feet and rambling on about who knows what.

Steve wasn’t looking at her, but he could tell he was listening.

“I don’t usually like to be outnumbered, but something tells me I can handle myself if Buckley decides to throw a punch,” Eddie said as he walked towards the table.

Robin suddenly froze and tilted her head.

“Steve, why is Eddie here? You said we were meeting a friend.”

“Is that what we call buying drugs from someone these days?” Eddie laughed. “Times have changed.”

Steve rolled his eyes, but couldn’t quite hide a small smile.

Eddie tried not to feel flustered about making Steve smile.

“Well, I see you more than most people, so I’d say we’re friend-adjunct,” Steve said, handing over the usual $20.

“He means friend-adjacent,” Robin added, not unkindly.

Eddie nodded once.

“Well, if that’s all, your friend has another friend to meet behind the McDonald’s. All good here?”

“All good. Thanks.”

“Anything for a friend,” he winked.

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He was pushing Steve against a wall, broken bottle to his neck.

“This doesn’t seem very friendly,” Steve said breathlessly.

Eddie held him there for a moment, then let out a small laugh, slowly releasing his grip.

“I have to be careful about who I consider a friend right now, man,” Eddie said, ignoring Dustin’s confused voice yelling behind him.

“We’re here to help. As friends.”

Steve’s eyes were big, that look that left Eddie wondering how he’d gone from hating him so much to wanting to understand everything about him.

“Not sure if you can help me.”

“We’re gonna.”

Steve sounded so sure. Eddie had no option but to trust him.

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“Hey, Wayne. Anything new today?” Steve’s voice whispered when he entered the room.

Eddie’s eyes were closed, but he wasn’t asleep.

They’d lowered his dose of pain meds slowly over the last 48 hours and he was barely getting any sleep as he adjusted to the constant aches of the bites.

“He’s tired. Nothin’ new, though. You okay?”

“Yeah. You got a shift?”

“Yep. Should be back by lunch tomorrow.”

“See you then.”

Eddie didn’t know how it happened, but Steve trading shifts with Wayne was an everyday occurrence.

They got to know each other, relaxing more as the days wore on, no end in sight for Eddie’s hospitalization.

“You know, I’m okay alone for a bit,” Eddie said as he opened his eyes.

“Nah, I’d rather be here.”

“Really?”

“That’s what friends are for, right?”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah.” He frowned. “Is that what we are? Friends?”

Steve slowly reached over and grasped his hand.

“Is that all we are?”

Eddie thought back to how he used to dread running into Steve at school, mostly out of his own fear that he would harbor a crush on him. He thought about how he wondered why the boy who seemed untouchable in high school looked so fragile last summer and how he could help. He thought about the guy who didn’t have to risk his life to save him from monsters made sure everyone was safe so he could rescue him.

“I don’t think friends sit in the hospital for days like this,” he finally settled on.

“I don’t think friends have crushes on their friends for years, either.”

If Steve didn’t follow those words with a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, he probably wouldn’t have believed them.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddieholidaydrabbles #enemies to lovers

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star-light-imagines · 1 year

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Can you make bakugou meeting his future son?

I imagine he has a son just like he is

✧. ┊ ⁭Thank you for the request! This was really fun to put together, I hope you enjoy it as much as I had writing it.

✧. ┊ ⁭Also to everyone who enjoyed the Daddy? post, It will be getting a part two soon and possibly a part three & four for pro hero's and villains. (More notes on this in A/N at the end.)

Like Father, Like Son.

┊͙✧˖*° Includes- katsuki bakugou x reader. future son. class 1-A. fluff. comfort. mini bakugou. cute dad moments. bonus content.

┊͙✧˖*° Warnings- gn! reader mentioned. excessive cussing. season five spoilers.

┊͙✧˖*° Word Count- 10,313

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The days still grew cold as winter was slowly turning into spring, the wind would howl in his ears and his cheeks would turn numb from exposure while he protrolled with Endeavor, Shoto, and Deku. Bakugou shivered as ducked his face into the high collar of his hero costume, attempting to block the direct hit from the bitter chill as he propelled himself through the air with his explosions.

Endeavor suddenly landed onto a high building roof while he surveyed the area around him, the three interns quickly caught up and each landed onto the roof with heavy feet. Silence filled the air as their eyes darted rapidly trying to find the next emergency they would rush off to before Endeavor could.

"You three still can't beat me to the scene. Heh." He scoffed as he glanced over his shoulder at them.

Katsuki's anger bubbled over, ears red and numb from the wind blowing around them. His crimson eyes flared with the frustration that was running through his veins.

" I HATE THE WINTER! IF IT WASN'T FOR THIS GODDAMN COLD I WOULD BE OUT TIMING YOU IN SPEED OLD MAN!"

Shoto and Deku watched as Bakugou continued to let out the built up frustration he had been compressing the last few days. Endeavor sighed at the sight, his demeanor grew more intimidating as he waited for the ashy blonde to finish his unsightly temper tantrum.

Were these boys really Shoto's friends?

Bakugou heaved, angrily breathing in air while he calmed down, his clenched jaw relaxing as silence surrounded them. Endeavor clicked his tongue in annoyance, turning his back on him once more to look at the people below.

"Are you done with that childish rant? I've already told you don't make cold weather an excuse for you falling short. Figure out a way to get stronger."

Bakugou scoffed but stayed silent as he listened to the number one hero. The three boys watched him with intent analyzing his actions and the city that surrounded them, before Endeavor's stern voice cut through the air once more.

"You have been tasked with defeating a villain faster than I can, of course I'm not going to make it easy for you otherwise you wouldn't learn anything."

Determination rose in the boys at the words, the fire under their drive to beat him being furiously relit. Endeavor jumped off the side of the building propelling himself towards the next crisis, the interns eagerly running and throwing themselves into the air after him. Bakugou was right behind his mentor, nearly at his heels as the corner of his mouth quirked up a wide smirk forming. His palms crackled loudly, bursting more explosions from his hands in order to close the gap between him and the number one hero ahead of him. He felt the heat rise throughout his body as his hands simmered under the gloves, finally warming him up in the cold as he raced towards the target.

I'm almost there, just have to push a little bit more.

A dim light fading out in a passing alleyway caught the corner of his eyes, He squinted while he glanced at Endeavor who was still heading fast towards the original crime scene. Bakugou's thoughts gnawed on him as he tried to ignore the light he had seen, but something was telling him he needed to turn around and investigate. He tried to fight the urge, he was so close to victory and finally fulfilling the task he had been given at the start of their internship.

He glowered at himself as he slowed his pace and turned back towards the alleyway, Shoto and Deku exchanged a wide eyed expression as they called out to him briefly, stopping in confusion at his actions.

"Bakugou! Where are you going?!"

Bakugou didn't stop to answer their calls, nor did he spare them another glance as he made his way towards the now faded light. Shoto and Deku worried on who to follow before ultimately deciding to trust him with what he was doing while they continued to follow Endeavor.

His expression dulled as the alleyway came back into view, he surveyed the area as his feet landed loudly on the concrete. He kept his guard up as he took in his surroundings, the alleyway seemed deserted but he wasn't going to take a chance at being unprepared for an attack. His pupils flared and eyebrows furrowed as he heard movement from further down, a scowl returned to his features as voice rang out echoing off the walls loudly.

"HEY BASTARD! GET THE HELL OUT HERE BEFORE I DRAG YOU OUT, YOU GODDAMN COWARD!" Bakugou demanded.

He heard feet shuffling from the side of the dumpster a few feet away from him, His hands crackled in anticipation as he readied himself for a fight.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" He cursed, his lips drew back in snarl as he took in the figure in front of him.

A six year old boy stood there in shorts and a short sleeve shirt, his thoughts raced through protocols on missing children as he leered down at the kid.

"Damn! What's your name kid?" He asked, his tone going softer as the rush of adrenaline dwindled down.

The boy kept his face lowered towards the ground, ashy blonde hair covering his eyes as his body visibly shivered from the cold. Annoyance rose within him as he waited for the kid to answer, clicking his tongue when it was obvious he wasn't going to receive one.

"Hey, you don't know how to talk or something?! If you want help, answer otherwise stop wasting my time and leave." A vein popped out of his neck as he spat harshly.

Another breeze blew through the alleyway causing the boy to shudder and wrap his arms around his torso. His face looked up suddenly, eyes still closed with the faintest sign of tear streaks running down his cheeks, his eyebrows furrowed tensely as he shouted out.

"KATSURO BAKUGOU! YOU ASSHOLE!"

Katsuki's body tensed, the color drained out of his face as the name echoed into his ears. His hands clenched, nails digging into his palms hard enough to rip through his gloves. His mind reeled at the information, crimson eyes darted quickly over the boy's physical features and appearance.

Could it be a coincidence? Was Bakugou a common last name and what about how he looks... he's practically...?

"Why are you silent after yelling so much you jerk?! Are you even a real hero?! My daddy said 'extras' like you should all go to hell!" The boy ranted angrily, finally opening his eyes to meet the hero standing in front of him.

Recognition dawned on the tiny face as bright e/c eyes started deeply into his crimson ones. His mouth hung wide open before he quickly slammed it shut and his awe was turned to anger, his tiny fist clenched at his sides as he snarled up at Katsuki.

"Daddy! Why are you playing such a dirty prank?! Wandering off this time wasn't even my fault, so stop being a jerk. "

"HUH?"

Katsuki's mind froze the moment the boy addressed him as daddy, his whole body went cold as he tried to process the information.

"This isn't funny anymore! Let's go home!"

"Kid, I don't know what's going but I'm for sure not-" Katsuki paused upon seeing the look of fear in the child's eyes as he willed himself to push back the unshed tears.

God damnit! I can't just leave him here on the street.

He kneeled down and quickly grabbed the boy and easily threw him over his shoulder. The boy let out a shocked gasp and Katsuki started walking down the alleyway towards the street.

"What are you doing?" Katsuro asked while he looked around his surroundings.

"Taking you somewhere warm."

"Took you long enough."

"Shut Up Runt!"

"You shut up Old Man!"

"HEH!" Katsuki scoffed, growing annoyed at the boy over his shoulder.

An idea swept through his mind briefly before moved his grip towards the boy's ankles and dragged him off his shoulder to instead leave him dangling in the air. The child gasped in shock from the sudden movement as his head was now dangling above the concrete.

"I dare you to say it again." Katsuki sneered, taking pleasure in the brief look of fear that flickered over the boy's features.

The boy twisted around to where he was facing Bakugou before lifting his palms in frustration. Bright explosions crackled and popped in the six years old hands as he swung towards the man holding him, one small explosion managing to actually hit him. However, due to the low impact power, it didn't do anything to him other than cause him to pause at the realization that the boy had the same quirk, no had his quirk.

The civilians that walked around them gawked and gossiped in shock at the abrasive way he was handling the child, he huffed out in annoyance before readjusting his grip on the kid and holding him properly in his arms.

"I don't need you to carry me! I can walk on my own!" He huffed, puffing out his cheeks in frustration at being carried like a child.

"You'll slow me down."

"Heh! You're the one who is slow, asswipe."

Bakugou's steps paused for a moment as his eye twitched in anger, before he compressed the feeling down.

I've never wanted to beat up a child more than I do right now.

Katsuro continuously glanced at Bakugou throughout the walk, taking in the features that were so similar and yet so different from his father at the same time. His mind buzzed while it searched for an explanation in the hero's features.

"What?!" Bakugou sneered, noticing the boy looking at him carefully with furrowed brows.

"Did you get hit by a quirk? Why do you look like your high school yearbook picture?"

Bakugou remained silent to the child's question, his eyebrows furrowed as he pieced together information. This kid was to similar too him, looked too much like him to not be related by blood. The quirk alone convinced him of that fact as if the spiked ashy blonde hair and facial features wasn't enough. This was his child from the future, and for an unknown reason he had shown up in the past. He had gotten lucky to briefly notice the light in the alleyway and find the child, it had his thoughts going on haywire.

If someone had known I was going to be there, it would make sense why I was able to find him rather than someone else.

The thoughts did nothing to settle his restless state of mind, it only caused him to become more anxious and in need of answers.

The silence that remained between the two seemed to answer Katsuro's question even though Bakugou hadn't verbally replied. He turned his head away, sadness clouded his features as he pieced together the information he had and the moments leading up to appearing in the alleyway.

"I'm in the past, aren't I?"

"Yeah." He mumbled back.

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Bakugou saw Endeavor and the others in the distance, he used his quirk to propel him into the air, closing the gap quickly between them all while the boy excitedly laughed as the wind blew through his hair. The number one hero eyed the boy with a suspicious gaze before placing a stern pointed glare at his intern.

"You disappeared." He noted flatly.

"Keh! I saw something you missed, an abandoned kid in an alleyway. So much for being able to notice everything even before it happens huh?" The explosive blonde mocked.

"And you didn't feel the need to report your whereabouts to anyone?"

"Would have taken too long. What's the problem? I'm here now aren't I?"

Endeavor sighed deeply while closing his eyes in frustration, already growing tired of the conversation. When his eyes reopened he focused them on the ashy blonde boy who had climbed out of Bakugou's arms and jumped onto the concrete beside him. The resemblance between the two was shocking, if it weren't for the e/c eyes the boy would have been a miniature clone of Bakugou and the thought alone was unsettling for the number one hero.

"Who is the kid?"

Bakugou tensed slightly before quickly regaining composure, however the slight slip didn't go unnoticed by Endeavour. He let out a harsh breath and rubbed the back of his neck anxiously, preparing himself as well as the rest of the group for his next words.

"This is my son-"

"YOU HAVE A CHILD!? IN HIGH SCHOOL!? HOW IRRESPONSIBLE! SHOTO I DON'T CONDONE YOU BEING FRIENDS WITH THIS DELINQUENT!" Endeavor raged, interrupting Bakugou.

"SHUT UP!" Bakugou continued.

"This is my son from the future."

Crimson eyes meet turquoise as Bakugou and Endeavor glared at each other in a silent battle, sharp gasps filled the air at the reveal as Shoto and Deku processed the information.

"Convenient."

"Whatever Old Man, like I need to explain anything to you."

Katsuro had observed the interaction's in amusement, a bright smirk formed on his lips as he laughed happily. Deku had managed to regain his composure from the sudden shock of his childhood friend suddenly appearing with a future child and had made his way over to Katsuro, a gentle smile on his lips as he kneeled down to the boy's height and waved in greeting.

"Hello! I'm Izuku Midoryia, but you can call me Deku. What's your name?"

"Katsuro Bakugou! Are you really Deku?" He questioned.

"Yes, is there something wrong?" Deku anxiously replied.

"The Deku in the future is way cooler."

"Wha-" Deku stuttered before being interrupted.

"Heh?" Bakugou scoffed, instantly irritated at the boy's words.

"Deku? Cool?"

"Deku is the greatest! Unlike you Mr. Number Two! No matter how much trouble he's in, he's always the winner and that's why he's my favorite hero. I'm going to be just like him when I grow up and become the number one hero myself!" Katsuro said confidently.

Bakugou's eyebrow twitched, crimson eyes flashed with anger as he glared at the green haired boy still kneeled on the ground. Miniature explosion's crackled in his palms as he clenched his hands, nails digging into his palms once more while his breath quickened.

Wide green eyes glanced up to see the fuming blonde at his side, he nervously backed away from him while he tried to form words but all that came out of his mouth were anxious stammers and incomplete sentences. The blonde lunged at him suddenly, explosion's bursting from his palms that he aimed for Deku's face while he narrowly dodged the attack, the hit grazed his face causing his mask to rip. Endeavor reacted quickly, restraining the explosive blonde and barking out orders that the team is returning back to headquarters for the day.

Katsuro walked beside Endeavor towards the car that was awaiting them, his arms animated as he punched the air while talking about old fight's he had seen of the current number one hero. Bakugou grumbled as he walked beside Shoto and Deku, he lowered his gaze towards the ground in annoyance as his feet continued to harshly stomp the concrete beneath him.

"You know his e/c eyes remind me of someone."

Shoto's sudden voice broke him out of his thoughts, he glanced over at the boy with a glare as he took in the thoughtful expression on his face and furrowed eyebrows.

"Like I care Icy-hot. Deku! Don't think you're better than me just because of what he said, that's still years away and I can change it. I won't lose to you!"

"Okay Kacchan, I won't lose to you either!" Deku Agreed with a smile before continuing "You know, Katsuro is so much like you."

"No shit, he's my kid. We are practically identical."

"I'm not just talking about his looks. What he said about me, well no what he said about the number one hero and why he's the best. It's almost exactly what you said when we were kids, I see a lot of your drive and confidence in him." He said, awe taking over his features as he spoke.

Bakugou remained quiet for a moment as they walked in silence, his spiky hair covering his expression as he continued to look away from the two boys. His neck burned slightly from the rising heat coursing through his body while the tips of his ears turned a slight shade of pink.

"Shut up and die." He barked out with annoyance.

"Hopefully he doesn't take after Bakugou when it comes to his attitude." Shoto added with a playful smirk formed on his lips.

Laughter filled the air around them as the boys went back and forth with remarks and lightheartedly mocking each other. The tension from earlier had finally dissipated from the group as they descended into the car.

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The agency was a safe haven compared to the bitter winter that still raged on outside. The heat instantly warmed up the group as they stepped inside, Katsuro's shivers halted as he began to relax in the cozy heat of the building.

"I can't believe you let your son stay out in the cold for so long without a jacket." Shoto chastised.

"I'm not the one who dressed him dumbass!"

"Still, you couldn't give him your own?"

"Stop telling me what to do!"

Bakugou's eyes found the ashy blonde hair of his son who was happily running around the lounge area. A few sidekicks would share a glance as their eyes darted between the similarities of him and Katsuro, which he would return with heated glare at the noisy employees.

The other sidekicks happily welcomed the child with no questions asked, greeting him with waves and doting on the boy as he introduced himself as the next number one hero confidently. Every so often when he wanted more attention drawn to him, he would show off his quirk and crackle the mini explosions in his palms for the viewer's around him.

"Woah! What a great quirk!"

"You're right! You will definitely be the next number one hero with a quirk like that."

"How flashy!"

Bakugou raked his fingers through his hair as he watched his son be praised for his quirk and the smile that was plastered happily on his face. His thoughts flew back to when he had manifested his quirk and had received just as many compliments that raised his ego growing up.

My mom always said when I had kids they would dish out to me twice as much as I did to her....

....I just wasn't expecting to suffer the consequences so soon.

"Katsuro, why are you wearing summer clothes in the winter?" Deku questioned.

"It was summer before I came here."

Endeavor glanced at the boy, thoughts raced through his mind as his eyes darted towards Bakugou taking in the furrowed eyebrows and his clenched fists from across the room. He shook tiredly before his voice echoed throughout the room as he spoke, the conversations around him stopping instantly.

"I think it's time we understand exactly what's going on here."

Silence filled the air as the tension rose in the room, Endeavor stiffly sat on the couch as he motioned for Katsuro to sit on the couch across from him. Bakugou saw the hesitation that flickered in the boy's eyes and quickly scoped him into his arms before playing him on the couch and taking the empty seat next to him.

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He stroked his beard in thought as the boy continued sharing his memory of the morning before arriving in the alleyway, listening to every detail and examining it.

Bakugou raked his fingers through his hair as he processed the information eagerly being told by his future son. His eyes glanced tentatively toward Katsuro who had risen from his seat in excitement as he talked about his family members' quirks as well as his own.

"Aunt Chihiro was babysitting me since both my parents had to go out to face villains!" He said animatedly "My cousin Suzume and I were playing near the house, there is a big tree that is like a bridge over a small river. Her foot slipped, I went to reach for her but when I did a bright light shot out at me."

"How old is your cousin?" Endeavor asked deep in thought.

"She just turned five a few months ago."

"Hmm."

Shoto stepped closer as he let out a harsh breath, his eyes briefly made contact with Bakugou before glancing over towards Endeavor.

"It sounds like her quirk activated out of fear, but still a time travel quirk and it was her first time using it...There's not a lot of information to go on regarding when he will go back."

Bakugou rubbed his forehead in frustration at Shoto's words, he had already pieced together that information and to have him repeat it out loud irked him. His crimson eyes glanced down towards the boy now sitting beside him again, he didn't look worried or scared about the possibility of staying here for an unknown amount of time which eased the weight Bakugou felt on his chest.

"Time travel quirks are extremely rare though, only a handful have been reported over generations." Deku rambled.

"It's not unheard of though, Katsuro, does your other parent have a time manipulation quirk?" Endeavor questioned.

"No, but my aunt's quirk allows her to stop or speed up time around her."

"So the kid's quirk mutated to a time travel quirk." Bakugou stated, his voice rumbling.

Since the quirk was a mutation and didn't work exactly how the mother's quirk worked, he knew that it would be harder for them to figure out how exactly the quirk worked or if the kid needed to use the quirk again to bring him back it would be unknown when he would go back home. His mind raced at the thought of having his future son with him for days, months even. Anxiety prickled up the back of his neck as he thought about being a decent father.

"It's rather lucky he ended up here and not somewhere random." Endeavor mentioned briefly while glancing at the clock on the wall.

"You're right! It must have to do with the quirk, maybe there's a limit to how far back a person can be sent? Or it will bring the person close to someone blood related to them?" Deku started to ramble.

"Well-" Katsuro started before all eyes darted towards him causing him to stop.

"Keep going kid." Bakugou encouraged while lightly ruffling his hair with his palm.

"Suzume was talking about old year books she saw of my parents before she slipped, so I think since she was thinking of that time is why I got sent here."

"Bakugou your kid is smart." Shoto said with a monotone voice.

"Of course he is, asshole, he's my son."

"I would have figured he got that aspect from your partner."

Bakugou grumbled angrily as Endeavor raised his hand, stopping the bickering from continuing. Turquoise eyes sternly trained on him as he waited in silence to fill the room again before speaking.

"I believe until he goes back home, the safest place for him to be is with you."

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The U.A. Class 1-A dormitory stood tall before them, the winter chill starting to bite at Bakugou's bare arms. His mind wandered from the upcoming events of seeing his noisy classmates to his son and his eyes peered over at Katsuro, who was taking in the sight of the campus. The large blazer drenched over his small body in a feeble effort to fight off the cold.

Endeavor had called the school and made the principal as well as Aizawa aware of the situation, giving him as much information as they had gathered from the young boy. When the work study students had reached the front gate, they were met by the tired eyes of the eraser hero.

Shoto and Deku had followed their homeroom teacher into the dormitory willingly while Bakugou slowed his footsteps to a sudden stop. He knew that the reaction he would receive walking in with his son, and was hit with a sudden sense of dread at having to deal with his annoying classmates.

Aizawa's head peaked out from the door of the building, his eyes surveyed the area until they landed on Bakugou and Katsuro's figure. He sighed tiredly before calling out to the two still standing out in the cold.

"Come in, I already explained to your classmates briefly about Katsuro's appearance and stay in the dorms."

Bakugou caught his son's attention as he started to walk towards the building, his feet crunching along the cold grass as he did. Katsuro raced after his father, syncing his footsteps into pace with him as he got closer.

The warmth of the dormitory instantly kicked the chill that had rested over this skin, his crimson eyes quickly surveyed the lounge area as he observed his classmates' facial expressions to see his mini double.

"I heard you have a kid! Where is the cutie?!" Mina mused excitedly as she jumped to her feet.

He jerked his thumb toward the small boy standing behind him, his eyes narrowed as he watched Mina bounce on her toes as she peered behind his figure.

"OMG!" She exclaimed.

"WHAT?!" Kirishima asked, surprised at her sudden outburst upon seeing the kid.

Mina launched herself towards the boy engulfing his small body in a hug as Bakugou sighed and moved out of the way, his feet led him to a resting point and he leaned against the wall.

"HE'S SO CUTE!" Mina sang.

The class gasped at the sight of the six year old boy wrapped Mina's arms, their eyes darted quickly from Bakugou to Katsuro as they took in the obvious similarities the two of them shared in appearance. The ashy blonde hair that seemed to spike in different directions, even though his son's was slightly less spiky compared to his. His lips set in a frown and sharp furrowed eyebrows matched the same expression he was wearing, and the shape of his eyes and nose were a perfect replica of his own.

Katsuro's forehead creased heavily as the arms continued to stay wrapped around him, his e/c eyes burned with frustration and annoyance at the girl beside him.

"Hey, Hag! Will you let go of me now?!" He barked, out causing the room to still in silence.

Mina's body tensed at the insult thrown at her direction, an evident line appeared between her brows as she clenched her jaw.

Bakugou couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his lips at his son's words. His mouth twisted upward into a smile as he quickly placed a hand over his mouth to hide his obvious amusement from the girl's chilly glare.

The student's had jerked their heads in the direction of Bakugou's laugh that broke the tense atmosphere from moments before. Mina let go of the boy and whirled towards Ochaco with a wilted expression seeking comfort.

"I can't believe he just called me a hag!" She wailed.

Krishima's red eyes wandered to Bakugou's as he sent him a questioning look at the events that just took place. The blonde lifted his shoulders in a half shrug, lowering his hand to show the blatant amused smile playing on his lips.

"Hey kid, I'm Kirishima. What's your name?" Kirishima greeted with a wave and a bright smile.

"My name is Katsuro. I already know who you are! Uncle shitty hair!" He beamed.

Another laugh escaped Bakugou as Kirishima's expression faltered slightly. The red haired boy released a harsh breath while massaging the back of his neck with his hand.

"Glad to know your nicknames live on even in the future." He remarked as he grinned towards his friend.

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Katsuro sat merrily on Kirishima's firm shoulders as he led him around the lounge to meet all the students. Bakugou watched from his spot, still leaned against the wall with crossed arms as he took in the slight dimples the boy expressed when he smiled.

His mind wandered as he thought about the few characteristics he didn't share with his son. Even though Katsuro was practically a mini clone of himself, the bright e/c eyes were a stark difference in the two. He watched the boy happily from afar as he ordered Kirishima around the room as curiosity washed over him.

"Woah! Our Bakugou is now a teenage dad, how unexpected!" Kaminari teased as he drew closer to him.

"Woah! You haven't melted your brain today, sparkplug." Bakugou mocked back.

"Ugh! Come on, you have to admit it's funny. Out of everyone here I would rank you lower on the list for the chances of being a teen parent."

Bakugou raised an eyebrow at him as Sero and Mineta wandered over to join the group.

"How so?" Bakugou questioned as he jammed his hands in his front pockets.

"Well, your attitude is so bad that it would be hard to find someone who can put up with it."

"Yeah, outside of this class you don't have any friends." Mineta added in agreement.

"Whoever it is, they must be a saint!"

Sero's eyebrows furrowed in thought for a moment. "I don't think that's true, at least not anymore. Bakugou's competitive for sure and has an attitude, but he always treats his friends good!"

Bakugou's eyes widened slightly at his words before quickly hiding his shocked expression. The others seemed to nod in agreement to Sero's words, thinking back to all the times Bakugou has shown his good side.

"This is making me more curious about who the other parent could be. Do you think they go to U.A.?" Kaminari pondered.

"They obviously aren't in this class, he hasn't acknowledged anyone else as his parent besides Bakugou." Mineta chimed in.

"Ah! I Know!" Kaminari exclaimed, eyes darting towards Kirishima.

Kirishima stood beside Mina, Ochaco, Jiro and Ida as they observed Katsuro demonstrate his quirk in front of them. His palms cracked loudly like firecrackers as sparks popped brightly in the air, a rather big explosion from the six year old's hands made Ida jump back slightly.

"Your quirk is so strong for your age!" Ochaco praised.

"Don't inflate his ego more than it already is, this punk gets praised too much as it is." Bakugou called out from his place across the room, slowly making his way towards his son.

Katsuro blew out his cheeks in annoyance at his father's sudden instructions. He clenched his hands into fists at his sides as he glared up at Bakugou, flaring his e/c eyes.

"You jealous?! EXTRA!" Katsuro fumed.

The sudden silence that followed his remark was broken by the laughter that filled the room as the students beamed happily around them.

"Like father, like son." Sero laughed.

"HE'S JUST LIKE HIM!" Jiro voiced, another fit of laughter escaping her lips.

"It's really a mini Bakugou! He acts exactly like you!" Momo Remarked.

"How does it feel to face off against a younger version of you?" Ayoama teased.

"DIE!" Bakugou roared at his classmates, his nostrils flaring as he sent heated glares around the room.

"Bakugou! That isn't appropriate to say in front of a child!" Ida scolded.

Katsuro whirled around to face the engine hero, still heated from his father's remark from earlier.

"Shut it four eyes!"

"Uh! H-How rude!"

Bakugou annoyance simmered down at the sight of his son insulting the class rep. He let out a sharp breath as he relaxed his shoulders, his mouth twitched ever so slightly into a smirk.

The conversation moved forward as the riotous class settled down, Kaminari approached Kirishima mumbling to him as he gestured towards Bakugou and Katsuro. The red head's face lit up as he raced off to his dorm room, returning a few moments later with a book in his hand.

Kirishima placed the book on the table, opening it to the first page filled with pictures. He gestured for Katsuro to come over and when the little boy padded his feet over to him , he generously picked him up and placed him in the chair.

"What are you up to?" Bakugou questioned catching the attention of his other classmates as they pieced together the situation.

"Amajiki gave me an early edition of this year's yearbook, maybe Katsuro will recognize his other parent in here."

Katsuro flips through the pages, his eyes darted over the portraits of the current student of U.A before his eyebrows become furrowed as he gets to the end of the book.

"I don't see them here..." He mumbled

Bakugou absentmindedly placed his hand on Katsuro's bowed head, waiting a moment for the boy's e/c eyes to turn up towards him before lightly ruffling his hair with his fingers. Katsuro gazed up at him in awe before shaking his head in a feeble attempt at fixing his messed up hair. The soft gaze that greeted him when he glanced back at his father shocked him, it reminded him of how his father would look at him back home in the future and that thought comforted him.

"I'm hungry!" Katsuro stated, changing the subject, a rumble emitting from his stomach as he did.

"Who's in charge of making dinner tonight?" Bakugou questioned Kirishima.

"Pretty sure it's you and Momo."

"Huh? Me? Again?" He gritted his teeth, annoyed.

"What can I say, everyone loves your cooking!"

Bakugou sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, his eyes glanced back at his son who was watching him from his seat at the table.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Mapo Tofu!" The boy exclaimed happily, jumping down from his seat.

The corner's of his mouth turned up into a smile, a sudden jolt of happiness rushed through his body as he took in the bright smile on his son's face.

Of course, he and his son would have the same favorite food.

"Come on, you're helping." Bakugou said as he extended a hand toward his son.

Tiny fingers firmly wrapped around his hand, the two walked towards the kitchen hand in hand. The smiles on each of their faces was seen by their classmates, no one dared to ruin the bonding moment with their mocking.

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(The next few scenes are small occurrences that took place over the week.)

The next few days went by in a blur, Bakugou had quickly gotten used to being a father which had shocked his classmates. Their shock continued when they noticed how good of a father he was at that, the explosive blonde made it seem almost effortless when the two weren't taunting each other.

After seeing the two wholesomely cook dinner together, the class had decided they wanted to keep witnessing the cute bonding moments between the two. Due to that, anyone who was scheduled to prepare dinner the following days would purposely make mistakes so that Bakugou would get annoyed and take over the cooking himself.

"Is everyone here stupid?! Why can't any of you cook?! I should let you all starve!" Bakugou grumbled as he tossed the charred food from the pan into the trash.

He let out a harsh breath as he rolled up his sleeves.

"Move it, ears!" He gestured for Jiro to leave the kitchen, missing the smile that formed when she turned away from him.

"Katsuro! Come help me cook, you are more talented than anyone else here."

The small boy bolted jumped from his seat beside Deku, the movie he was watching being paused quickly before he bolted towards his father's voice. His feet pattered against the wood floors as he excitedly made his way to the kitchen.

The classmate's watched in awe at the soft gaze that overtook Bakugou's face when Katsuro entered the room. Happily observing as the two prepared dinner together, Bakugou assigned his son to wash the vegetables he placed in a bowl before handing them to him.

"We defiently need to keep doing this! Not only do we get to see him being nice, but we get good food." Kaminari whispered towards Jiro.

She nodded her head in agreement as they carefully stole glances at the father son duo in the kitchen.

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Bakugou watched Katsuro's face light up with excitement as he watched All Might appear on the screen of his computer. Bright e/c eyes observed in wonder as the retired number one hero saved the day once again in the old clip.

"You know, Deku and I had to fight him in order to pass our final exam."

"What?! No way?! Did you lose?"

"HAH! As if your father would lose!"

Katsuro's laughter rang in his ears as he looked down at the kid sitting in his lap, a lopsided grin formed on his lips at the sight. His eyes wandered to the boy's shoulder where a piece of lint had caught his gaze.

"Well, he almost killed us. I'm pretty sure he broke some bones in Deku's spine during that fight." He picked the piece of lint from his shoulder as he continued.

"Even with quirk restrictors on, he had managed to destroy a whole city street with one punch." He absentmindedly rattled on as he remembered that day.

"That sounds..." Katsuro trailed off.

"Intense?, Cool?"

"Scary..."

"Yeah, it was. Good thing he was the symbol of peace right?"

"Right!"

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Bakugou watched with tired eyes as Katsuro played another round of Uno with Tsukuyomi in the lounge. The sky had turned dark and Bakugou had already gotten himself and his son ready for bed, all that was left was getting his hyperactive kid into his dorm. He yawned as he rubbed his eyes, his body starting to feel heavy and in desperate need of sleep.

"I win." Tsukuyomi stated calmly.

Katsuro grumbled with frustration as he stacked the cards for another round to begin, Bakugou quickly called out to his son to stop him from starting another match.

"It's time for bed, let's go!"

"But it's only 9 pm!"

"What's your point?" He raised an eyebrow at the kid's frustrated expression.

"Can't you let me stay up to play some more?!"

"Revelry in the dark." Tsukuyomi chimed in suddenly.

"Revelry in the dark!" Katsuro cheered happily repeating his words.

Bakougou swooped the boy into his arms, his eyebrows furrowed angrily as he glared at his bird-like classmate.

"Don't teach him that shit!" He barked.

He angrily stomped to his room with Katsuro thrown over his shoulder.

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Kirishima and Deku tried to control their whispered voices as they glanced back at the couch in the lounge. They both had been the first ones to wake up that morning and when they came down stairs from their dorm's they were surprised at the sight that greeted them.

Bakugou was sleeping soundly on his back, Katsuro just as peacefully sleeping with his head on his father's chest. A remote lightly gripped in one of Bakugou's hands while the once was placed protectively over the small figure laying on top of him.

Kirishima and Deku shared a glance as they each pulled out their phones, eagerly taking a photo of the two sleeping peacefully on the couch together.

Deku's camera had let out a loud shutter noise as he took the photo, instantly grimacing at the fact he forgot to mute his phone's noise effects.

The noise had made Bakugou's eyebrows furrow as he blinked his eyes open, trying to adjust to the bright light in the room. His eyes surveyed the lounge, settling on Kirishima and Deku with their phones still pulled up and pointed in his direction making his eyes widen slightly.

"RUN!" Kirishima blurted before running down the hallway.

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The day's had passed quickly and it was time for the work study students to return to their agencies. The winter chill had stalled as the weather was warmer and not as frigid as the previous weeks. Bakugou was excited to go patrolling, confident that with the warmer weather that he would beat Endeavor to the crime scenes.

However, when they arrived at the agency he had stated they would be using the training room while he went out on his own, causing Bakugou to grumble in frustration.

"He's doing this on purpose! He knows I'll beat him today, that bastard!"

Shoto stopped training suddenly from across the room to stare at him blankly.

"I believe the more likely reason is that you have a six year old with you who can't go on patrol."

Bakugou grunted angrily under his breath as he made his way from the training machines to the weights where Katsuro sat watching Deku train eagerly.

"Deku! Do something cool!" Katsuro cheered.

"HEH! What's so good about him?" Bakugou mocked, while he cocked head up.

"What? are you jealous number 2?" He taunted slyly, his e/c eyes twinkling with mischief.

Bakugou's eyebrow twitched at the mocking attitude thrown his way, his nostrils flared as his hands tightened into fists at his sides. He jerked his head in the direction of the dark green haired boy who was lifting weights.

"Deku - get over here - before I kill you." Bakugou gritted out between clenched teeth.

The hand weights were placed on the ground gently, careful not to drop them under Bakugou's rage-filled glare. He swiftly made his way over to the father/son duo, a nervous smile formed on his lips as he drew in closer to the two.

"Was there something you needed kacchan?" He questioned, swallowing the lump in his throat.

Bakugou's mouth twitched as he cackled at his nervous behavior.

"Katsuro here was just telling me how great you were and said he wanted you to show him something cool." He jeered.

"O-Oh, well thank you Katsuro. I don't think I have anything amazing to show you though." He placed his hand on his chin while he hummed in thought. "Hm, I have been working on black whip. Would you like to see?"

"YES!" He beamed with excitement.

The corners of Bakugou's mouth quirked up in amusement as he watched Deku prepare himself, knowing full well what was about to happen would disappoint his son. He leaned against the wall as he waited for the show to begin, crossing his arms over his chest comfortably.

A black mist formed slightly on Deku's palms, it slowly shaped itself into a line inched its way outward making it about an inch further than the day he performed it in front of Mt. Lady before it drizzled out. Deku excitedly bounced on the balls of his feet as he rambled about how it was slowly getting longer, while Katsuro's excitement fell from his face causing Bakugou's heart to ache just a bit at the sight of how disappointed he was.

"Disappointed in your favorite hero?" He mocked lightly.

"No!"

"Keh, sure you ain't."

"Whatever! Deku might be a loser now, but he's cool in the future."

"Hm, that's a bit-" Deku sadly began before being interrupted.

"How is he better than me?!" Bakugou criticized.

Katsuro pumped a tiny fist in the air as he confidently stared at the two heroes in training. His e/c eyes twinkled with newfound excitement, as a bright smile was plastered on his face.

"Uncle Deku told me he's going to give me the secret of One for-" Bakugou slapped a hand over his mouth instantly, as his eyes quickly darted around the training room.

A sharp breath released from the One for All quirk holder beside him, he ran a hand through his hair as he tried to steady his anxious heart rate from moments before. Crimson eyes looked at him with a disapproving glare as he timidly darted between confused e/c pupils and his own.

The hand dropped from Katsuro's mouth as he struggled against him with annoyance. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked up at Bakugou with a questioning glare and burning eyes at the fact he had been restricted.

"Idiot! Look around before announcing something private. If it's a secret, keep it a secret." Bakugou scolded lightly while jerking his head away from his son's glaring eyes.

Katsuro tensed as his ears dusted pink from embarrassment at his father's words. He ducked his head, his gaze resting on the floor as he felt the heat rush to his face. The thought of him mindlessly revealing a secret in order to boast repeated endlessly in his head, causing him to remain silent as he reflected. A firm, warm hand brushed the plaguing thoughts away as it rested on his head, gently ruffling his hair in a comforting gesture.

His e/c eyes peeked up towards the figure that stood in front of him, crimson eyes peering down at him with a softened gaze. His hand firmly ruffled his hair once more before being satisfied and pulling his arm back down to his side.

Bakugou exhaled slightly. "It's okay... Do you want to see Deku and I spar?"

"YEAH!" He exclaimed, his happy features returning to his face.

"Go wait over there, and you better cheer for me when I kick his ass." He motioned towards an open area while lightly chuckling.

Katsuro dashed away with excitement, happily preparing himself to watch the two boys spar.

"Geez! that was a close one, thank you Bakugou-" Deku began.

"Looks like even the you in the future can't keep a secret. I can't believe you told a six year old about One For All! What were you thinking, dumbass?!" Bakugou scolded with annoyance.

Deku timidly scratched his chin as he thought about his future self's actions. His eyes closed briefly as his eyebrows knitted before he anxiously smiled back at Bakugou, waiting for the scolding to finish.

"What?!" Bakugou snarled, noticing the smile directed at him.

"I was just thinking how great it is that your son is going to be the successor."

Bakugou tensed briefly before quickly recovering his composure before his childhood friend could catch the slip in emotions.

"Whatever."

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The sky turned dark as Bakugou chased the hyperactive child running around his dorm at the agency. Katsuro jumped onto the bed laughing happily as Bakugou grabbed him and lifted him up. He dramatically laid him down on the bed as the boy's laughter slowly started to die down.

"Okay, you had dinner and we got ready for bed. It's time to sleep, we have an early morning."

"We can't play a bit longer?"

"Nope! I already extended it five minutes longer the last time you asked, It's time for bed."

"Okay dad." Katsuro mumbled sleepily.

Bakugou tensed at the word he was addressed by, he still wasn't used to being called so affectionately and it shocked him every time he heard his son call out to him. His eyes softened as he looked down at Katsuro's already sleeping figure in his arms, a smile grew on his lips as he thought about the last few days he had with him.

He never expected to feel so connected to someone else before, and once he met his son he doubted he would be able to be a good father so suddenly. However, being around him felt so natural and taking care of him came effortlessly day by day. Some say it's because of how alike they are, but even though he saw all the similarities between them, he also could recognize the differences.

Deep down he wants to believe that even though his son hasn't been born just yet in this timeline and he hasn't met his future partner, that he still has an unbreakable bond that's tethered between him and his son. That there was a connection that led him to turning back the first day and finding him in the alleyway. A connection that grows stronger each day they spend together and depends on the bond between the two.

His eyelids grew heavy as he rested his head down on the pillow next to Katsuro.

"I love you." he mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

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His hands absentmindedly reached across the bed, filling the empty mattress instead of Katsuro's figure beside him. He patted the empty spot beside him a few more times as anxiety started to break through his sleep filled mind.

Bakugou's eyes blinked open, adjusting to the darkness in the room, he looked towards the bathroom to see no light on underneath the door. His eyes darted across the room looking for a sign of the boy when the corner of his eyes caught it briefly.

A faint dim light barely even visible, fading away. The same light he saw in the alleyway days ago when the boy had appeared. His mind raced as he processed the turn of events in the silence of the empty room.

He's back home.

Relieve flooded his body as the weight lifted off his shoulders and he fell back onto the mattress below. His crimson eyes closed as he tried to force his mind to go back to sleep, but an aching feeling started to creep its way into his thoughts.

The silence of the empty room he now resided in became to still, his heart ached at the fact that in the morning he wouldn't get to wake up his son and see the annoyed half asleep face he makes before finally smiling brightly at seeing him and questioning what is for breakfast like he had the last week.

His mind reeled at the sudden feelings of loss as he replayed the memories he had with his son in his head.

Maybe I should have let him stay up for five more minutes so we could play a bit longer.

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The next morning the frigid weather felt as though it came back in full force. The wind blew past Bakugou's exposed ears, numbing them from the chilly cold. He groaned lowly under his breath, thick clouds of air were made visible as they wandered from his lips and out of the high collar of his hero uniform. He noticed dark green eyes would glance over at him every so often from the other side of Shoto's figure, his forehead creased in irritation at the worried glances pointed his way.

"Deku! stop fucking looking at me before you walk into a pole, dumbass." He barked.

His childhood friend's eyebrows rose in shock as his cheeks turned a light shade of pink from being caught.

"Haha, sorry kacchan! Um- just- Are you okay? You know with Katsuro being gone?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Oh, well-"

The conversation stalled suddenly when Endeavor launched himself over the guardrail along the sidewalk, Bakugou and the others quickly moved after him as the faint sound of car siren's met their ears.

The team anxiously prepared themselves for the upcoming threat, propelling through the air while the quick scenery of the city passes by them. The sight of a car crash and a villain floating in the air appeared up ahead as they furiously raced to the scene.

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Unbeknownst to them, two figures had been watching from a rooftop building. Crimson red feathers moved slightly from the noisy disturbance down below, sharp golden eyes looking away from the book in his hand to the chaos on the streets.

"Oh, dear... such bad timing." His honey voice said playfully.

He motioned to the figure behind him as he spread his wings and prepared to descend from the roof.

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The glass villain rushed down a narrow alleyway at the sight of Endeavor, desperately fleeing to get away. Melted glass rained down to the street from the powerful maneuver the number one hero used. The team raced after the villain as they quickly rushed into the alleyway, a few villain's that had teamed up with the glass villain were waiting by the exit ready to attempt a surprise attack.

Endeavor narrowly dodged the attack as he lunged towards the villain, grasping him by the shoulders and roughly pulling him towards the concrete.

Crimson red feathers grabbed the fellow villains by the collars of their shirts and lifted them into the air. Barely a moment later a flash of ice, Deku and Bakugou had rushed past the winged hero as he caught their targets.

"Huh?" Deku mumbled in confusion when the person he was about to kick was no longer in his field of vision.

"Oh, work study students?" The winged blonde mused.

"HAWKS!?" He hesitated.

Bakugou grumbled angrily as his feet landed heavily on the ground, he pivoted with knitted eyebrows towards the number two hero who was smiling happily.

"Sorry, I was just a little faster!" The hero teased.

Bakugou glanced at Shoto and Deku as they landed, the excitement that was boiling in his veins just moments ago was quickly dying out.

"What is Hawks doing here?" Shoto questioned out loud.

"I thought Endeavor was in trouble!" Hawks chirped.

"Did it look like I was in trouble?" He scoffed.

Hawks landed swiftly in front of Shoto, a teasing smile formed on his lips as his playful eyes glanced at him.

"It did, didn't it, Shoto?"

"Sure..."

"I thought I told you to let me know when you were coming." Endeavor exhaled slightly annoyed at his sudden appearance.

Hawks golden eyes narrowed slightly before returning to their normal carefree gaze.

"Well I just happened to be in the area."

Sirens blared through the air as cop cars raced down the empty street, tires screeching as they came to a sudden stop near the scene. Endeavor and Hawks quickly brought the villains to the policemen and started to debrief them on what had occurred moments ago.

As the police moved the villains into the vehicles, Bakugou watched as Endeavor made his way towards him and the others. The winged hero walked beside him, his mouth turned in a lopsided grin as he talked.

Deku approached the two pro hero's excitedly, his body tensing as he greeted hawks.

"N-Nice to meet you! I'm in U.A Hero Course, Class 1-A. My name is Izuku Midoryia!"

"Ah! You're the kid who destroyed his fingers right? I've heard about you from Tsukuyomi."

"Oh! By the way, where is he?"

"I have him following my sidekicks today, while -" Hawks gestured towards where a work study student stood a few steps away. "Y/N is shadowing me one on one."

Bakugou's eyes widened in shock at the familiar features that greeted him, the bright e/c eyes that twinkled with happiness and the corners of your mouth being turned upwards burned into his memory over the last few days. The voices around him became background noise as his eyes trailed your every move, taking in every playful smirk and hand movement as you talked.

His chest rose and fell with rapid breaths as he realized all the subtle similar features you shared with his future son, the heat rose up his neck to his face and turned the skin it touched scarlet. He quickly ducked his face beneath the high collar of his costume in an attempt to hide the growing blush as he flustered helplessly at your sudden arrival.

"Hey y/n! It's been awhile." Shoto greeted, casually.

"Hey Todoroki! Yeah it has."

Bakugou's eyes darted towards Shoto as the greeting between them had brought him out of his thoughts. He sent a pointed glare towards the icy hot classmate as his crimson red eyes met the mismatched pair of turquoise and gray.

"Bakugou, I told you I knew who the eyes reminded me of. It's y/n, we are neighbors."

"Someone had the same eyes as me?" You questioned curiously.

"Well, to be exact it was-"

"SHUT UP!" Bakugou Growled

"But-"

"I said shut your mouth, icy hot!"

Dark messy green hair shielded your view of the two bickering, a beaming smile greeted you as turned your attention towards the person now standing in front of you.

"Don't pay attention to them y/n. It's nice to meet you, I'm Izuku Midoryia or you can call me Deku."

"Nice to meet you. Um, do they do that all the time?" You questioned while stealing a glance at the two.

"Haha, sometimes... Wait, you go to Shiketsu right? I'm pretty sure I saw you at the provisional license exam."

"Yeah! I'm a first year, but I was able to take the test early with the second years."

The bickering grew louder as crackles popped and simmered in the explosive blonde's hand. Bakugou suddenly turned his head towards you and Deku and angrily barked.

"Deku! What are you saying over there huh?!"

"N-Nothing I swear!"

You tilted your head as confusion took over your features at the interaction around you.

"Bakugou greet them, you're being rude." Shoto scolded.

"Don't tell me what to do."

Golden and Turquoise eyes watched the group from a few steps away, a smile twisted its way onto Hawks face as he let out a fit of laughter. Endeavor let out a harsh breath as he sighed, he shook his head downward at the sight.

"Hm, what's all that about?" Hawks quipped.

He rolled his tense shoulders. "Don't ask."

"It looks like one of your work study students fell for one of mine." He said in a sing-song voice. "Maybe we should drop by more often if it's this entertaining to watch them interact."

"I would prefer if you didn't"

Bakugou's voice suddenly broke their conversation, their attention being drawn back to the crimsoned eyed blonde.

"Earlier, I was faster than you!" He yelled as he glared towards Hawks.

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✧ ˚ · . Bonus Scene:

That day turned into night as the long patrol ended for the Endeavor agency students. The team stood outside a restaurant waiting for the arrival of Hawks and his students. After the chaos that happened that morning, it was eagerly decided upon by most of the members that a joint dinner would be a good bonding moment for everyone.

Crimson feathers came into sight as Hawks landed swiftly in front of the group, Tsukuyomi and you landing close by shortly after. You greeted the group with a wave as your feet wandered closer to the three boys.

Shoto and Deku eagerly greeted Tsukuyomi, while Bakugou awkwardly stood next to you. His hands stuffed into his pant pockets and face turned away from you as he watched his classmates.

"Don't tell Hawks I'm saying this, but you're right. You were just as fast as him earlier and just barely missed him." You say breaking the silence.

"Heh. I Know."

"What's it like working beside Endeavor?"

"He's a jerk, but he's the number one hero so I want to learn how he handles things."

You let out a lighthearted laugh, the corners of your eyes crinkled as you smiled brightly at him. He stared at you, his eyes softening slightly before he glanced away composing himself. His eyes wandered back to you, a faint touch of pink dusted his ears as he continued the conversation.

You two talked back and forth over a variety of topics, training, school, family before the group was alerted that the table was ready. His pace was steady beside you as the two of you walked behind the rest of the group into the restaurant.

"Do you have a sister named Chihiro?" Bakugou asked, catching you off guard.

"Yes, how did you know?"

"When you have kids in the future, don't let them babysit."

"W-What?!" You stammered, your step faltering.

Bakugou continued to walk ahead of you, his eyes trained on the group ahead of him and refusing to look back. The back of his neck burned as the pink that dusted his ears grew rapidly.

"You can't just walk away without explaining that?!" You exclaimed while walking faster to catch up to him, desperately trying to sync your footsteps once more.

"I'm pretty sure what I said is easy enough to understand."

His head jerked towards you, his chin lifted upwards slightly as a smirk played on his lips.

"Maybe for you, but I would like some more context."

His eyes over your head for a moment before crimson returned to meet e/c once more. His eyebrows furrowed in thought as he pondered his next words, his mouth opened slightly as he took in a quick breath.

"Friday, 5 pm at Ootoya."

You tensed in response, the quickening of your heart beat drumming in your ears as you process the words he said. He grumbled slightly under his breath at the lack of response and the shocked look that had overcome your features.

"Huh?" You managed to mumble out.

"If you want to know more you can meet me there."

"Like, a date?"

"What else would it be?" He said as he started to walk towards the group who had been seated at the table already.

"You know most people would just ask clearly." You tease as you walk beside him.

His steps faltered as he stopped suddenly, turning towards you. He looked into your eyes confidently, his lips held in a stern line as his eyes slowly started to soften the moment they met yours.

"Will you go on a date with me?"

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Bakugou's eyes opened suddenly, he sat up in his bed as the thought that had forced him awake repeated in his mind.

Tsukuyomi knew you and had met Katsuro, there was no way he didn't realize you were his other parent....

Fuck you Tsukuyomi!

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✧ ˚ · . A/N: Mini Bakugo is so fun to write! Also having Bakugo in my last few posts, I realized I picture him cussing people out all the time even though he doesn't!

Bakugo will still make an appearance in Daddy? pt. II with a mini blonde explosive daughter. Since the post is continuing to get a lot of love I did plan to continue it for a total of four parts,

part III will feature Aizawa, Hawks, FatGum, All Might & part IV will feature Dabi, Twice, Shigaraki, Overhaul.

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Jake Kiszka // Female Reader

Summary: Jake's time off is driving you crazy. You still have to work from home and he's demanding your attention. During an important phone call, he decides to take matters into his own hands. And mouth.

A/N: Enjoy this smutty little blurb I've been rolling around in my mouth for a few weeks. It's slightly self indulgent. But certainly a little something I felt needed to be shared.

Warnings: Oral sex f. Fingering. Edging. Dirty talk. Deprivation.

He was bored. Lingering in the space where you'd tried to close the door and he'd caught it, a look of boyish indignation on his face that let you know he wasn't about to let you get any work done.

"If the shoe was on the other foot..." You sighed. "And I disturbed you like this in the studio, you'd be furious."

There wasn't any desire to reject his playful insistence that you pay him some attention. There was nothing more that you wanted than to close your inbox and switch your phone off. To go downstairs with him and get settled on the couch with a glass of wine and let him delicately work his way up your body as you tried to watch a movie.

But deadlines were sat there, making your heart sink and your patience wear ever increasingly more thin. Never more so than when your love was home. His guitar case closed, the need to satisfy weeks of salacious messages exchanged from the tour bus and hotel rooms.

"Furiously turned on." He replied, flashing you a grin that sent flutters down from your stomach into the ebb of your aching core.

"Jake." You moaned, "Go and find something else to do."

You knew he wouldn't. You knew he would continue to watch you type out irrelevant e-mails and feel the mounting arousal in his gaze as you simmered under a barely there thong and t-shirt. Inappropriate to wear in an office, but a sight for sore eyes as you sat at the little desk in the corner of the house.

"There's nothing else I want to do in this house, than you." He complained, adorning the most rage inducing pout you'd ever seen.

You considered setting aside your tasks. To let him fawn over you a little while. Let him have a taste of everything he had missed, just enough to slake his need. To make him less deprived. There was mischief in his eyes and you could never squander the opportunity to see what his boredom could conjure.

"Give me five minutes." You gave in, rolling your eyes playfully but knowing his triumph would bring you to a valiant end.

He tilted his chin. Let the corners of his mouth turn upward. Smug. Like you'd put up a genuine fight. Basking in the glory of his defeat of your intention to continue working. And you would have let him have it, were it not for the tiny little name flashing up on your screen moments later.

Your boss. A name which never usually invoked much of a reaction, but as your attention began to wander it felt as if you could have slipped your phone underneath the pile of paperwork you were yet to complete and simply ignore it.

Jake watched closely to see what you would do. Shaking his head slowly as you swiped your thumb across the screen and mouthed a pathetic 'sorry' as you took the call.

That was your first mistake. To think that he would simply honour your decision to derail his mounting desire. The second was to think that he wouldn't continue in his quest to pull you away from your work load.

"I'm looking at that file right now." You said, spinning your chair around to face the computer, Jake's reflection sitting behind the ceaseless words and numbers you needed to make sense of. "No, there doesn't appear to be any anomalies. But I can double check the numbers for you and get them back to you in the next hour."

No sooner had you made that promise, you felt your chair being spun back around. Jake, on his knees, a serious expression etched on his face as he silently pleaded with you to let him have his way.

"Yes, of course." You continued, holding the phone to your ear whilst widening your eyes. "If all the files need checking I can oversee that for you."

You let your boss speak about numbers and figures. Checking and double checking files. The monotonous drone of their voice fading away as you felt the lace edge of your thong slide down your thighs. Jake, without any regard for what your boss might hear, spread your legs and licked his lips at the sight of it.

"Yes, I'm still here." You tried to focus, almost audibly moaning at the sensation of his hands moving your thighs apart. "Sorry, can you repeat that?"

He was evil for this. The daring glint in his eye as he looked up at you. The sensation of his hair as it brushed against your inner thigh. All the ways in which he brought you back to him, even as you tried to keep your focus elsewhere. He knew the battle for your attention was one that he would always win, but he enjoyed the fight. And you were powerless to stop him. Resolve dissolving as you gripped the phone a little tighter.

You let him lean you back into the arms of the office chair. Raising your knees, letting them fall open as he sank into the gravitational pull of your throbbing pussy.

"Mmmm'hmmm." You hummed, perhaps in agreeance with something your boss said, but mostly at the brush of Jake's tongue as it swept across your outer lips.

The fragility of your voice was going to be the thing which gave you away. The gentle laps of his mouth as it licked the length of your slit, causing you to arch your spine where you sat, would be your undoing.

"Of course." You carried on, trying to keep your voice steady. "I think those were the files I sent over to you last week... Yes, in the blue...folder."

You caught a look of pure unadulterated satisfaction in the way he almost made you unravel. Using two calloused finger tips to open you up even wider. Holding your pussy lips apart, he set his mouth against your swollen clit. Padding the flat of his tongue against it, causing the nerves to awaken and send a flood of arousal to every muscle and sinew in your body. All your joints became loose, and you almost dropped the phone.

"I'll have to draft up some templates." You felt ridiculous, speaking of such ordinary things whilst you were being subjected to a depraved act of sexual rebellion.

He was practically drinking from you as he pressed his nose up against your mound. Letting his mouth take all of you in. Sucking in your lips so that his tongue could reach your entrance. Feeling the sudden rush of blood to your head as his tongue ventured inside.

Your head fell back as he probed you with it. The all consuming need to take a fist of his hair and moan at the way he took you there like that had you tempted to hang up.

"No, I can get that done for you by Friday." You assured, inwardly begging and pleading for the conversation to end.

When he came up to catch his breath, you were smothered across the lower half of his face. Mouth and chin saturated in pussy juice as he ran a palm over the whisks of facial hair that glistened. He stared at you with half closed lids, like he was lost to his arousal and didn't see the phone in your hand anymore.

"Keep talking, baby." He whispered, gathering your t-shirt in a closed fist, pulling you towards his sticky mouth.

There was no doubt in your mind that the kiss would travel down the airwaves. The sound your throat made as his mouth made contact. The uncontrollable whimper that was breathy and almost silent, but not quite. The sound of his tongue as it travelled against yours, the taste of what he'd swallowed now in your mouth as you tried to hold yourself steady against the ramblings going on at the other end of the receiver.

And then the inevitable question came. Is everything alright over there? As if you could tear yourself away from his sweet breath. You kept your tongue in his mouth far longer than you'd anticipated. And when the response came, it was almost met with suspicion.

"Yes." You replied swiftly, feeling foolish for being so reckless. "Everything's fine. My apologies, what was it you were saying about the new deadline?"

He almost fell to laughter. Seeing the crimson in your cheeks and the heavy flush in the flesh at your throat. Positively wrecked by his assault. And nowhere near to being done with it.

The blurred lines between decency were ruined. All you could do was submit. Your chest heaving in shallow breaths as he lingered at your mouth with his parted slightly. Not kissing, but savouring the way your lips were a little swollen from the pressure of his mouth against them.

"Mute them." He instructed, "They don't want to hear this."

You swallowed thickly. Swiping over the little mic icon until it was crossed out. Your boss carried on talking, little musings that required no response but information you no doubt needed in order to get the next lot of projects done.

"Whatever it is you're planning on doing, do it quickly." You urged, letting him slide the phone out of your hand and place it screen down on the pile of unfinished paperwork.

"Hold on tight." He said, causing you to grip the arms of the chair in trepidation.

Pushing the hem of your t-shirt up, he exposed your breasts and rose on his knees to meet them. His body pressed up against you, warm and tender. He wasted no time in taking what he wanted. Sucking your nipple violently into his mouth as he penetrated you with two of the most delicious fingers.

And then you knew why he'd wanted that conversation muted. The sound of your wetness pounding against his knuckles was utterly pornographic. Teeth bore down into your flesh as you threw your head back and you began panting wildly at the way he punched into you. Flecks of pussy juice flicked onto your thighs, spreading up his forearm as he fucked into you with his hand.

Your entire body was shaking with the onslaught. The chair practically ready to fall back as he curled his fingers inside you and applied the most delicious pressure on those places he loved to tease the most. You couldn't breathe. Your legs felt entirely weak. Your senses heightened.

"Taking phone calls when you've promised to fuck me." He admonished, bringing his mouth to your ear as your breasts bounced against his chest. "I'm gonna teach you never to make promises like that, baby."

You loved how he made you a sloppy mess. Looking into your eyes as he vigorously forced his fingers inside you as far as they would go. Watching your brow furrow and your jaw go slack, nose wrinkled in a look of absolute hedonistic pleasure. If this was a punishment, it didn't feel much like one.

"I'm gonna lose my job, baby..." You whimpered, letting him slow to a steady pace, his fingers sliding in and out as your pussy lips pulled against saturated knuckles. "I really....fuck...I have to get back to this call..."

You could see how worked up he was. A little edge of disappointment as you picked your phone back up, your boss still prattling on as if you'd been listening the entire time. You kept eye contact with him, listening to the way your pussy sounded now that he'd ruined it.

"That all sounds fine." You interjected, "I should probably go and get a head start on all of this."

Jakes thumb was rolling around your clit. Pulling back the hood, pressing down on it like it was a big red button that shouldn't be pressed. Begging to be detonated. Your breath still lingering on errant moans you didn't dare express.

"Yes..." You could feel his intention rise. "Yes, that all sounds do-able."

You needed to let go. To feel the fissures of your orgasm that was building more clearly. He'd call it legendary, the way he'd made you let him play with you while on this seemingly important interaction. He'd talk about it again and again when he wanted to remind you that you were his.

You were about to speak when his mouth returned to you. Sucking on your tongue as if to rob you of all the words you were meant to say. You could hear your boss on the other end of the phone, waiting for your response, one that you simply couldn't make whilst letting Jake wrap his lips around you. All you could do was gently murmur until he had his fill.

"Anything you need." You said breathlessly, to your boss...to Jake. "I'm gonna go ahead and make a start on those files for you, ok?"

He slapped your pussy with the back of his hand as you came off the call. Causing you to squeal, a high pitched whine of delight.

"Oh, no..." He shook his head. "You think just because you hung up that you get to cum now, is that it?"

You would have begged. But it would have been futile.

"Stand up." He ordered, bringing you to your feet. "Palms on the desk."

The torturous beat of his ministrations continued. Thighs parted as you leaned against the array of work left undone. He fell to his knees again and licked endless stripes up from your pussy into the valley of your ass. Pressing his mouth into the moisture there. Making your begs come out in painful moans. Not in words, but in restrained little moans that did nothing to help your cause.

"You ready for my cock?" He asked, sliding a solitary fingertip down the path of where his tongue had been.

The way your head moved up and down, humming your need as the word yes spilled out... you felt the incomparable rage of your phone vibrating again.

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highonmarvel · 9 months

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Hi there! May i please request a mob!steve x reader where the reader used to be with him but when she found about his mob life she left him so like the HR he decided to ruin her life and one day he just shows up in her now downgraded apartment and manipulates and gaslights her into coming back to him, and she just goes back because she’s just in a vulnerable place

Feel free to add your own spin to it btw love your work soo much! Especially the biker!bucky 🤗

oh, i like this! and thank you so much for the love! i hope you enjoy. and i apologise for taking over a month to get back to you, shit’s been wild for me. okay, here we go:

Easy Luxury

Steve Rogers: You find out how your suspiciously wealthy boyfriend makes his money, and have to start over without it.

content warnings here!

It was never manipulation, it was a deep understanding that enabled him to know what you needed before you even opened your mouth, a symptom of being the blond-haired, blue-eyed boy next door type. Naturally, he knows what’s best for you, you’d never have to question him. And you didn’t.

Steve was suspiciously wealthy for such a humble and down-to-Earth guy, but you didn’t question it; his expensive car, his shiny watch, his high rise penthouse, his seemingly endless cash, you didn’t read too much into it, you just enjoyed his presence, and his luxury didn’t hurt either; anything you wanted, and things you didn’t, Steve gave to you, and you accepted gratefully. He even insisted you live closer to him until he didn’t have so many people coming in and out of his apartment for something he never quite explained, and then you could move in with him. You live in a nice ass building a block down from him, making for easy visits, curtesy Steve.

You sigh as you place your bag down in the lift on the way up to the top floor, excited to surprise Steve. You had head to see your parents for what was supposed to be two weeks, but after just one you’d had enough, and you missed Steve.

You excitedly bounce on your toes as you pick your bag up again, the elevator numbers just a few ticks from the top. With a wide grin, you stare straight ahead as the the doors open, and that smile immediately drops.

Right in the middle of your living room, Steve is ripping the teeth out of a guy tied to a chair. Even the back of his shirt is bloodied, and there’s so much blood on the floor you have to assume there have been many other people in this man’s position in the time you’ve been away.

“You fucking rat,” he grunts as he pries the man’s mouth open again and sticks an adjustable wrench into the back of his cheek. It clasps onto one of his wisdom teeth and Steve pries it out, and you can tell he’s satisfied despite his back facing you. The man lets out a bloodcurdling scream and Steve tosses the tooth onto a pile of at least five others.

“Workin’ for the Starks, huh?”

The Starks are a well known mob family in New York, and if they’re Steve’s rivals then…

You gasp out loud.

Steve whips around, and his face, though covered almost entirely in crimson, goes pale.

“Baby! You’re back early.”

You finger flies to the close button for the doors, pressing furiously as if that’s gonna make it happen faster. Steve races towards you, calling your name as you anxiously push the button at lightning speed. At the very last split second, just before Steve can stick his hand between the doors, they shut, and the lift begins to descend. You hear Steve’s frustrated “Fuck!” and banging above you as your stomach sinks with the elevator.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, what can you do? Steve had convinced you to quit your job, you pretty much lived exclusively off of him, but you can’t possibly stay with him, yet you’re rendering yourself homeless if you leave.

Once you get to the ground floor, you race out the door, leaving your bag behind and ignoring a concerned look from the doorman as you dart out. You phone buzzes in your pocket, and you know it’s Steve. You ignore the vibrating phone call and run towards your apartment. You’re sure you have some money cobbled together from Christmas cards over the years. No way in hell you can pack your things, and you know you’ll have to get rid of your phone, but you need at least a little bit of cash.

You’re sure you’re on the verge of dying from a lack of oxygen as you make it to your apartment and slam the door behind you, locking it, too, though you doubt that’ll keep him out.

You’re furiously rummaging through drawers when a gentle rap at the door makes your soul damn near leap out of your body.

“Honey?” Steve calls, voice calm as ever, as if he didn’t just commit such unspeakable violence, and who knows what fucking else he’s done that you’ve never seen? And how did he get here so quick? Is he still covered in blood and spit and flesh and evidence from his torture?

You try to tune him out as you look for the last of the envelopes to add to your small pile, but you can’t ignore his gentle voice trying to coax you into a state of relaxation he would soothe you into when your anxiety became too much to bare.

“Sweetheart, let’s talk about this.”

“Go away!” you manage to shriek through hyperventilation.

“Don’t do something stupid,” he warns, voice low in a way you’ve never heard him use before, and if you were terrified before, you were on the verge of a heart attack now.

With a few envelopes and no way to escape, you run to the window and peer down; you’re three floors up with some soft patches of grass beneath you. You don’t have time to even calculate it, surely adrenaline will get you through the pain if you’re severely hurt. You’re working up the nerve, and just as Steve busts the door in, yelling your name, you jump, luckily landing on your feet, but falling soon after, and briefly wondering if you’ve dislocated your knee as you scramble to stand and start running.

Steve shouts your name from the window but you don’t even look back, just running to God knows where. You’re sure you’ve run full speed for more than half an hour when, by such luck, you stumble across a really cheap looking motel. Just as you throw some cash to the guy to give you a key, you feel around in your pockets for your phone, panicked, and for the first time in your life, you’re glad to have lost it. He can’t find you now, at least not by tracking, you hope. Though you might have expected to be plagued by insomnia due to your stress, you pass right the fuck out as soon as your head touches the crusty pillow on the room’s stained mattress.

***

The sun isn’t out when you snap your eyes open, it couldn’t have been more than six hours since you ran away, then, but there’s no sign of Steve, and you let out the biggest breath of relief there ever could be. You head to the bathroom to shower and think of your next move, but it’s so filthy you wonder if you’re only making yourself dirtier by stepping in. You’re sweaty, and your body is physically tired from the sprinting. You flop onto the floor as you try to consider your next move. You’ve got an old friend living in Queens! You haven’t spoken to her in years, literally since high school, but since then she had practically been living on her own and raising herself and her sister, you can’t imagine she’s moved since then.

You have to walk a ways before you manage to get to an area you can hail a cab, and that takes a little more effort than you would have liked to exert. By some grace you manage to remember the address, and as you pull up, the house looks pretty much the same as all those years ago, giving you a glimmer of hope.

You drag yourself to the front door and manage to knock despite your weak body.

The door opens after a few moments to reveal the red hair you haven’t seen in forever, yet still, she looks virtually the same.

“Natasha!” you say as you collapse into her arms.

“Oh my God!” she cries, but she catches you with ease, “What are you doing here? What happened?”

You can barely speak, but she seems to somewhat understand as she leads to you to her living room and gently sets you down on the couch. Her blonde sister comes running into the room, eyes wide and panicked.

“Yelena!” Natasha calls, and hurriedly says words in Russian you could never understand. Yelena leaves and returns with a cup of water, which you gratefully accept, not realising just how thirsty you actually were. You gulp down the water like a dying fish and Yelena immediately leaves to get you another.

Sitting down and not on the verge of dehydration, you can speak, but your voice is still hoarse.

“I’m sorry for dropping in like this—”

“Don’t ever apologise for coming to me,” she cuts you off sternly, nearly angrily, like she’s irritated you thought you could ever bother her. She was this way in high school, but still, you haven’t spoken in years and years, and you feel bad for that. You know she can help you, or she’ll try to do everything in her power to do so, but you can’t let her get involved in mob business… like you were, unknowingly.

“I’m just in a rough spot,” you say, nodding thanks to Yelena as you take the second cup of water and down it even quicker than you did the first one. She sits down next to you, concerned, as Natasha is seated across from you on the opposite couch, leaning forward, forearms on her thighs as she listens attentively, “Don’t have a job or a place, or anyone else I can go to. I’ve got a bit of money, can you help me find a cheap place?”

“Just stay with us,” Yelena says, sitting up straight.

“Yeah,” Natasha agrees, “It’s clear there’s a lot going on, please, don’t be alone right now. You can stay here, I can help you get a job.”

Even after all this time, she treats you so beautifully, but you can’t let her get wrapped up in this; if Steve finds you, he might hurt Nat and Yelena, and you’d never be able to live with that (and maybe you won’t have to if he kills you too).

“No!” you say, a little louder than needed, causing the pair to give you strange looks, “Please,” you say, speaking softer now, “If you want to help me, can I just use your shower and you help me get a place? I know you know a lot of people.”

You can tell she wants to protest, but Nat only presses her lips into a thin line and exhales through her nostrils, nodding before standing up.

“Okay,” she concedes, “Yelena will get you some fresh clothes and I’ll make some calls.”

“Thank you,” you say, with more sincerity than you ever have in your life. Yelena helps you up, and you want to protest, but realise you’re a lot weaker than you thought, and you can’t tell if it’s mental or physical exhaustion.

You have to sit down in the shower, rinsing the stickiness off of you and watching it float in the few centimetres of water before being whisked down the drain.

You’re steadier on your feet once you’re clean and dressed, and you pop into the kitchen just as Nat hangs up her phone.

“Okay, I’ve got somewhere $95 a month, but it’s not great.”

You shake your head, “It’s perfect, thank you.” You counted around $650 in your cash, but if you get a job you can make it work.

“But you’re not leaving before you eat.”

Eating breakfast with Nat and Yelena takes the weight of the world off your shoulders, the three of you laughing about events from a decade ago with the same vigour you did when they first happened. But you can’t shake the feeling you have to leave, quick.

You’re nearly done helping the pair clean up when Nat comes up to you.

“Hey, what’s your number? We should stay in touch, even if just for a few months, just so I know you’re okay.”

“I lost my phone,” you sigh.

“I’m drop in every once in a while then, okay? And you can’t fight me on this. I’m honestly really worried about you,” she throws her dish rag over a chair and walks up to you, holding your shoulders as she looks into your eyes, “But I’m so glad you came. I’m always here for you. So is Yelena.”

You look to the doorway Yelena’s leaning against and she gives you a smile, but it’s a little sad.

“Thank you, Nat. I love you, so much. And I’m sorry it’s been so long.”

“These things happen, it’s fine. I’m just glad you’re in one piece. Looks like you had a hell of a night.”

You laugh shakily and nod, “I did. I’m surprised I didn’t dislocate a knee.”

“Oh my God… okay, conversation for another time, let’s just get you into your place. Do you have anything we need to take?”

You literally have no earthly possession with you at this point besides the envelopes, which you tuck into the inner pockets of Nat’s biker jacket she’s lending you. You refused to take any clothes other than one other pair of pants and a t-shirt, but Yelena promised she’d wash your others and bring them back, though you’re not even sure you want them anymore.

“I’ll be back with them tomorrow,” she says as she closes the door, leaving you alone in a flat you’re sure has mould.

There’s only a couch, a mattress, and a clock you’re not sure if displays the correct time, which is more than you were expecting. You flop down onto the slightly dirty couch and run your hands over your face. Now fed, hydrated, and somewhat rested, you can’t think of anything else to distract you from thoughts of Steve…

Okay, you’ll try to find a job tomorrow, for today, there’s nothing more you can do but try to sleep, even though it’s not even midday yet.

***

As promised, Yelena drops off your clothes the next morning, with the tears poorly sewn up, but you thank her for the effort and encourage her to leave the building before you do, in case Steve is watching, but you don’t cite that reason.

Half an hour later, you stride out, taking a walk down the dodgy streets, and luckily, you come across a bakery with an “URGENTLY HIRING” sign in the window. Your little streaks of luck would mean much more if it wasn’t overshadowed by everything else, and your luck ends when you’re half way into the interview.

“What?!” you gasp, trying to lean over to get a better look at the computer screen the interviewer (who’s just some teenager, probably a temp) is trying to shield from you.

“Ma’am, you have a charge for robbery, we can’t hire you.”

You exit in a daze, nearly numb at the realisation Steve would go this far. Why not just kill you? If he was worried you’d go to the police (the thought had never even crossed your mind until this moment), he’d just fucking kill you, or kidnap and torture you, he wouldn’t just leave you to rot out in the real world, that’s too risky.

You sadly make your way back to your flat, and who’s there when you open the door?

Steve stands with a crisp blue shirt in the centre of the room, and what can you do about it.

You fall to your knees and sob, face in your hands as you try to take in your fate. What did he want with you? You want to say you swear you’ll never tell anyone, that you haven’t told anyone, but you can’t speak through your gasping sobs.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he coos, slowly making his way over to you, like he’s worried he’ll scare you off, “It’s okay, don’t worry, I’d never hurt you, baby, you weren’t supposed to see that, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you, I didn’t want to hurt you, ever, but I have.”

He sighs, and you manage to look back up at him, a somber coat over his blue eyes.

“And look at you,” he gently raises your arm to trace a finger over scrapes and scratches you guess are from darting through narrow alleyways and through thick bushes, “Baby, and look at his,” he gestures around him to the damp flat, and you sniffle, “You can’t stay here, come back, I’ll take care of you, like I always have.”

“Th- the arrest—”

“I had to do that, baby, I’m sorry. I just had to. If you were with me that never would have happened, see? And it can all go away. Honey, I’m offering you the world, all you have to do is come with me.”

With teary eyes you look around. You can’t live here too long or you’ll get some kind of mould poisoning, you can’t get a job, you can’t endanger Nat and Yelena…

“Okay,” you sigh, defeated, and just as Steve starts to smile, there’s a knock at the door. Natasha calls your name and you tense up, Steve looks down at you with his head cocked to the side.

“I think you better answer that, sweetheart. Tell her you’re not gonna be here anymore.”

He pulls you to your feet and you gulp as you lean your head against the door.

“Yeah?” you answer.

“Let me in.”

If Steve sees Nat, he’ll know who to look for if you try anything like this again. But he’s sitting patiently on the couch, and he nods towards the door, beckoning you to open it. You take a deep breath and crack it open a bit.

“Hey, what’s up?” you think you say, but you can barely hear your words over the pounding of your heart.

“Is everything okay?” she asks, and you shoot a glance behind you, which you immediately regret when Nat bounces on her toes to get a look.

“Yeah,” you block her vision and bring her attention back to you, still trying to keep the door as close to closed as possible, “I… I have to go…”

“What?” she asks, “You just got here, what’s changed?”

“Things have worked out, it’s all good now, don’t worry—”

You freeze as you feel Steve behind you, his tall frame casting a shadow over you and Nat. You shut your eyes, willing this to be a trick of light or a hallucination due to stress, it can be anything but real.

“Hi. Steve Rogers,” he extends his hand, and Nat tentatively takes it, in only a way you know — to everyone else, she wouldn’t seem cautious, but you saw the clench in her right knee that gives away her switch to defence.

“Natasha Romanoff.”

Fuck, Nat, why did you say your name!?

“Nice to meet you. Don’t worry about her, she’s in good hands with me.”

She nods.

“Steve, could you go get my clothes for me? I think they’re in the bathroom or the bedroom, they’re the only two other rooms.”

He nods and turns away. Once he’s out of sight, Nat’s expression turns panicked as she scans your face, noticing tears welling. She doesn’t say it, but you can tell she’s pleading “Come with me.” You shake your head and quickly wipe away the tears before they fall, just as you hear Steve’s approaching footsteps again.

You shut the door just as he exits the bedroom with your neatly folded clothes from your recent run.

“Natasha washed these, I assume? Or was it Yelena?”

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atimeofyourlife · 9 months

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A coffee delivery

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: coffee shop/ tattoo au | rated: t | wc: 906 | tags: coffee shop au, tattoo au, tattoo artist eddie munson, barista steve harrington, pre steddie

Steve had something of a love/hate relationship with the morning shift at the coffee shop. On one hand, it meant he didn't have to take part in the evening cleaning, and he had most of the afternoon free. But on the other hand, it meant he had to be up early and had to deal with opening and set up. Rude customers occurred at any time of the day. In the morning it was the customers angry that they weren't willing to open thirty minutes before their scheduled time. In the evening, they were angry that they didn't stay open over an hour past their scheduled closing time. There were two main things that made up for the rude customers. Being an independent coffee shop over a chain meant they didn't have a corporate office to answer to, so the boss allowed them to talk back and deny service to any customer that was too rude. And the nice customers generally outweighed the bad ones, the ones who would tip generously, who were always polite and kind, who would stick up for them against the bad ones.

But Steve's favorite part of the job was the guy who worked in the tattoo store a few buildings down on the other side of the street. A guy named Eddie, who would come in five days a week without fail. Always ordering a large caramel latte with two extra shots. Ten, maybe fifteen minutes before the tattoo shop was due to open. His name was Eddie, and he always made the time to flirt with Steve when he picked up his coffee.

One morning, Steve was just waiting for Eddie to come in for his coffee. It had passed the normal time he would come in, and Steve felt a little worried. Eddie had, as usual, said the day before that he would be back the next day. Steve was staring out the window, on a lookout for Eddie. Unable to keep himself from getting anxious as the time ticked by. But then, about thirty minutes after Eddie would have usually walked in, Steve saw him run down the street, obviously late to open the tattoo store. He let out a sigh of relief, but couldn't help feeling disappointed that he wouldn't get to see Eddie.

"Look, if you're that upset that you don't get to see and flirt with him today, just make the coffee and take it over to him." Robin said from beside Steve. "We're not busy, and the lunchtime rush won't start for at least thirty minutes. Just don't leave me alone too long."

"Robin, you're the best." He hugged her quickly, before turning to start making the drink.

"Just write your number on it, or at least try to get a date. It's getting painful watching you both flirt everyday."

Steve ignored her, writing Eddie's name on the to go cup, and finishing the drink. He was about to walk out from behind the counter, but stopped and one of the cookies that Eddie sometimes ordered. He was nervous as he left the store and crossed the street. Unsure if this was crossing a line, or if Eddie would think Steve was stalking him.

Steve pushed open the door to the tattoo shop, and could see Eddie cleaning furiously.

"Hi, sorry. I'm running a touch late, so if-" Eddie started, trailing off as he turned around and saw Steve.

"Er, hi. You didn't come in this morning, and I saw you run past and it was obvious you were late. So I thought I would bring you coffee and a cookie?" Steve replied, holding them out to Eddie.

"Oh. Thanks, Stevie. You are a life saver. My van crapped out this morning so I had to take the bus, but it was running late, and part of the road was closed. And I had an appointment booked for opening, and I was already late. But the client hasn't shown up yet." Eddie rambled, taking the coffee and the cookie from Steve, instantly taking a drink of the coffee.

"Sounds like a real rough morning. I hope I managed to help make it a little better for you."

"You made it so much better. You are an angel among men right now."

Steve found himself getting lost in Eddie's eyes, and jumped as he heard the bell over the door signaling someone coming in.

"I've got an appointment this morning? I know I'm a bit late for it, I did try to call-" The customer said.

"Of course. I just need a few more minutes to finish setting up." Eddie replied. He placed the coffee down on a desk and grabbed a business card, scribbling something down on it, before handing it to Steve. "I'm really going to have to get on, but I'll see you around, Steve."

"Uh, yeah. I'm going to have to get back before Robin tries to kill me for taking too long." Steve waved, before leaving and heading back to the coffee shop.

"What's that?" Robin asked as soon as Steve rejoined her, her eyes focused on the card in Steve's hand.

"Eddie gave it to me." Steve replied, turning it over and looking at what Eddie had written on it for the first time. It was a phone number tagged with the words 'call me' and a smiley face. Yeah, the trip across the street had been successful.

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The Serpent

Pairing: Gale x Female Tav (Durge) - SFW

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: A Macbeth inspired one-shot. Tav, now free from Bhaal's control, urges Gale to abandon his devotion to Mystra to forge a new path alongside her. Inspired by Act 1, Scene 5 and Act 1, Scene 7

A/N - Not going to lie, nervous about this one! Macbeth is, in my opinion, one of the greatest texts ever written. Obviously, this is inspired by and not a direct interpretation - however there are a number of lines/references to the play, as well as the obvious overlapping of themes - Ambition, devotion, temptation, the supernatural... etc Please leave a comment or reblog if you enjoyed it! I'd really love to hear your thoughts about this one!

Tav had died.

Gale had watched it happen. He had been roused from his charmed unconsciousness just in time to witness the cruelty of Bhaal in all its vengeful savagery. Tav’s strong, supple body had contorted and snapped with crunches that echoed through the gore-stained, cavernous temple. He watched, mouth agape and eyes wide, as she had denied her birthright and been drained of her father’s blood. Bhaal’s retaliation, the scream of Tav's death, slipped between his ribs and twisted the life from his devoted heart. The world slowed, darkened, and quieted as she lay in the stillness of her god's rage - small and broken. Gone.

The scent of dank and decay staining the very air of Bhaal’s temple clotted in his throat as he lost all breath. Canker and gore settled under his fingernails as he gripped the stone altar with such fervour his fingers threatened to snap. The light from his world had been extinguished.

And then...

She came back. Like it was nothing. Like the reigniting of a snuffed-out candle still pouring smoke. Withers reclaimed her from the afterlife, and she was… glorious...different. New. She was full of hot fury and cold vengeance, the two forces pressing together to hiss its way from between her bared teeth as she rose again.

She had stepped towards him, ignoring all others, her foot crushing down upon the skull of her slain sister, splitting it into unrecognisable shrapnel. She did not even blink. Her blood-soaked hands cupped his face. Her eyes, once familiar and warm, looked as though they had opened for the first time.

The two lovers found themselves alone in a dingy temple chamber, the room cold and bare, where Tav had dragged him for a private reunion. It was the longest they had been apart since their meeting, and they both ran their hands over each other, searching with damp eyes for any injury, desperately needing to touch after days apart. They had thought each other dead.

Gale didn’t know how long it had been since Orin had taken him, but it felt like an age. Tav kissed him furiously with blood on her lips, and her taste was iron and fire. Eventually, she pulled away to search his face once more.

"Are you alright? Did she hurt you?" Her sharp voice was barely a whisper.

"I thought he had taken you from me," he said, pulling her back against him. "For a moment there I..."

He remembered the look on her face when Bhaal’s edict was laid before her, the way her eyes flickered and jaw tightened the way he had seen so many times before. The hard, set expression of a person once again thrown against the relentless tide of another exhausting decision. Despite her previous promises that she would deny her heritage, he didn’t know which way she would be swept.

How easy it would have been for her to accept the offer of a God. She could have been unstoppable, the weapon of the dread lord himself. And yet, she had cast his gift aside and paid the ultimate price. She was free. His brave, fearsome warrior was her own, and he loved her twice over.

Her wide, frantic eyes darted between his. Her pupils were small, as though filled with too much light.

"I am sick of being the puppet of another."

Even the way she spoke sounded different. He had expected that if she turned from Bhaal’s influence and became her own person, that person would be soft and forgiving. There was no gentleness in her at this moment, only fury and determination. For what though, he wasn’t sure.

"Tav, you must rest," he murmured as her shaking, stained hands pushed against his robes, her lips meeting every inch of skin she was unveiling.

"How intoxicating it is, to be free. To know that not even a God can claim me."

"Hush, love."

"You could join me in this feeling. We could share in it. You could cast aside your God as I have mine."

His hands froze at her waist. She was drunk on battle and blood. Her words rattled inside his head, but he tried to push them down and pay them no mind. He must be clear, he must be focused, and he must be the pillar of strength for her to lean on.

"Let us rest back at camp. We can’t speak like this, not now."

"Why? You fear your mistress will hear your heretic lover’s siren song of blasphemy? The only god in this place is murder. Her weave may still dance across your fingertips, but I assure you there is none of her presence here. You are without her, as it should be."

She disentangled herself from his grasp and began pacing in front of him, a recently unleashed animal - suddenly wild and hungry.

“They dare to bend us upon their altars, so let us snap. Screw your courage to the sticking place, Gale. What are you afraid of?”

Gale had fallen in love with Tav in spite of the bloodthirsty shadow that skulked behind her, stealing her light and darkening her dreams. He had always thought that part of her was severable, but what if it wasn’t? He had thought light would filter into the gaps Bhaal left behind and soften her sharp, blood-laced blades. But she wielded them still, with such focus she may as well be forged of steel herself.

Maybe… this had been her all along, and he was shocked at how much it did not alter his feelings. He loved her then, just as he loved her now. There was a slice of sickly guilt as he considered what that said about him, but it was soon stitched up and forgotten in the wake of relief that she was still so full of life.

He loved her, she was alive, and she had snapped the shackles which bound her

Was she right? Could... perhaps... he dare to do the same?

It would be a lie to pretend he had not thought of it, that he had not lain awake night after night with the thrum and pulse of bruise-purple malice waiting within him like impatient thunder. His bitterness made the wound glow, the tendrils carved into his frail, mortal flesh coiled and squeezed the softness from his heart. It beat like a war drum as he recalled the written words of Karsus. He had pulled the forbidden knowledge from the pages of his annals and gorged himself on it, tasted and savoured each promise it held. Transcendence. Freedom. Immortality.

A vision had slinked into his thoughts when sleep eventually found him, clear and seductive. Him, with skin of divine silver, crackling with jolts of unconfined magic. The mark of the orb still burned into his almighty form - a reminder of what he had endured, a mocking gesture to the one who had thought it would be his undoing. The crown of Karsus rested atop his head, where it belonged.

He was the embodiment of a God with the scarred, yielding heart of a mortal. Had he not earned it? Had he not served and worshipped and waited. Even in his confinement, in the pit of his solitude, he had prayed. He had begged. He swore then he would never inflict that torture of silence upon anyone who loved him so, he could be so much more merciful.

The decision lay before him like a dagger.

“Mystra… is everything I have known. She is the magic I wield, and the weave I master. She honoured me.. Loved me…”

His voice sounded small as it echoed back to him from cold, hallowed walls.

“And abandoned you! For what? Wanting more? Loving her too fully? Devoting yourself too intently? You risked your life to bring her that restless monster which has sunk its claws into you, and she has left you to rot with it. Are these the Gods we are destined to serve? Cruel and unforgiving? We could be better, we could be more.”

She was wringing her hands together. Her small thumbs massaging into palms calloused from the tight gripping of swords, rubbing against the blood which sat there. Orin’s blood. Bhaal’s blood. Her blood. Over and over she rubbed her hands, as though trying to remove the bloodstains from her skin. Her eyes never left his.

“You were the one who told me of the Annals of Karsus. You came to me, coveting it's dark potential. You begged me to hand it over, and I did. I saw ambition greater than even its author in that moment. I sensed your dark plot as you were spinning it and now you would relinquish that ambition and let it slip through your fingers like bone-dust?” She cradled his face between her sore hands once more, to make his uncertain eyes meet hers. “What has changed, that makes you break this enterprise to me?”

“I.. What if we fail?”

“How can we fail? I told you that I would not let darkness consume me, that I would be greater than the urge which pulsed through my blood and clouded my mind, and look at what I have done. I gazed into the eyes of my father, the one who whetted the blade of my ambition, and I cut my own bonds with it. I am severed, an undone thing. I slaughtered my blood-kin, tore her monstrous form apart till she was naught but sinew and bones. And I would do it again. I would dash her brains out over and over, upon each and every wall of every temple in every city if that is what it took to fulfil my oath to you”

She smiled, with what remained of her softness. “Untwist your knotted stomach and detangle your nerves and we’ll not fail. We were made for this.”

He closed his eyes in focus. The vision swirled again behind his shut lids. Silver skin, crackling magic, a re-forged crown…

She held his hands in hers and kissed them, softly, reverently. The blood on them smeared across his pale fingers.

“You said you knew how to reforge the crown. So, do it. Claim it. Take it for your own and grant us an everlasting future, away from the shackles of those who would dare to bind us.”

He moved to push strands of gore-matted hair away from her face, so he could see her eyes. Look at her fully as he made his decision, as he grasped the dagger before him.

“And what of Karsus? Of his folly? Is that not a lesson to be learned?” He said, his voice stronger now. “What do I have that would cause me to succeed where he failed?”

Her smile was wide - so wide it split open a wound at her lip, dripping blood down her chin.

“Me.”

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ellethespaceunicorn · 1 year

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Daddy Knows Best, Part III

Title: Daddy Knows Best, Part III

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: StepDad!August Walker x StepDaughter!Reader

Fandom: Mission: Impossible - Fallout

Word Count: 2.5K

Summary: August Walker and your father were once friends. One mission, a single decision, made them enemies. August decides he needs to get his revenge. And what better way, than to become your new Daddy?

Chapter Summary: Daddy and Babydoll take a trip together.

Warnings: pet names (Daddy, Babydoll, babygirl), age gap (the reader is 18, August is in his late-30s), Dom/sub vibes, oral (m receiving), cum facial, cockwarming, unprotected p-in-v sex, cumshot, loss of a parent (mother), dead dove: do not eat

A/N: This is different from my usual fics. This would be considered dark!fic in every way possible. If you read the warnings and still choose to read, you are making your own decision. No one is forcing you to read this. This is an entirely self-indulgent therapeutic fic. Enjoy! Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

Dividers by: @saradika

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“It’s only a couple of days, Babydoll. I promise I will be back before you know it.” I fold a polo and put it in my suitcase on the bed next to a grumpy Babydoll.

“You’re gonna leave me here with Mom? I might as well be alone.” That little pout on her face gets me every time. And she’s not wrong. Her mother will ignore her at best, and at worse she will try and connect with her.

Too little, too late.

“You want to come with Daddy on his trip, don’t you?” I start thinking about what things we could get up to in my safe house.

And it could make it easier to do that...other thing I had planned.

“Please, Daddy?! I promise I won’t take up a whole lotta space and I’ll do whatever you say, I promise!! Please, can I go?” She clasps her hands under her chin and pokes out her bottom lip and I am a goner.

“Whatever I say, huh?” A couple of things come to mind at that moment and I file them away for later usage.

She bites her lip to hide a smile, nodding furiously.

I wink at her, leaning down and claiming her lips. Pulling away and smiling at her, I say, “Go and pack for a three-day trip,” I bring a hand down to cup her pussy, moving her panties to the side and dipping a finger in to feel that she was a soaked mess, “You are going to do everything I say, Babydoll. And you will respond with ‘Yes, Daddy’. Am I understood?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She wiggles her hips to try and ride my finger, but I pull it away and lick it clean as she watches.

“Don’t make me have to ask you to go pack, Babydoll.” I give her a stern look and she scurries away.

Soon, our suitcases are in my Escalade and we are off on our small road trip.

You wake up slightly as Daddy is carrying you into a cabin under the light of the moon. You keep your eyes closed as you are put into bed and your shoes and jacket are removed. You peek an eye open as you lift a hand to grab Daddy’s arm as he starts to leave.

A warm hand touches yours, “Daddy just has to make a quick phone call. I’ll be right back, Babydoll.”

You nod and close your eyes, melting into the plush comforter surrounding you. The creak of the wooden bedroom door shutting is all you hear before sleep claims you yet again.

I shut the bedroom door and immediately pull out my cell phone. Dialing a number I’ve memorized, I wait until the line is picked up.

“Timeline’s moved up. Do it now.” Hanging up after hearing confirmation, I make my way over to the small bar in the living room.

I pour two fingers of Black Label neat and swirl it around, taking a sip. The smoky vanilla liquid coats my tongue as I savor it and then swallow. Whether it’s the placebo effect or not, I instantly feel calm.

Sitting on one end of the couch, I throw my feet up on the coffee table. Holding my drink in my lap and leaning my head back against the backrest of the couch, I close my eyes and just rest.

It’s so rare that I can just sit in silence anymore. I didn’t ask to be a father...figure. Not that I’m upset about Babydoll being in my life, far from it. She's perfect for me.

I’m terrible for her. But she has no clue about that. And I'd like to keep it that way.

My sweet little empty-headed Babydoll is ready to do anything and everything I ask her to. If pleasing me makes her happy, who am I to stop her?

I take a sip of my drink and hear the slow creak of the floorboards in the bedroom. I throw my arm over the back of the couch as the bedroom door opens and Babydoll’s head pokes out.

“Daddy?” Oh, how I love to hear that out of her mouth.

“Come here, Babydoll,” I hold an arm out as she shuffles across the hardwood in her thigh-high socks and makes her way over to the couch to sit sideways in my lap, “I thought you were sleeping, babygirl.”

Laying her head on my chest and wrapping her arms around me, she settles in against my warmth. “I reached over for you and you weren’t there and I got scared.” How is she this fucking adorable?

“Oh, my sweet girl. I was right here the whole time. I promise you are always safe with me,” Safe was kind of subjective, but I went with it, “I’ve got an idea to get you back to sleep, it’ll make you nice and tired.”

She starts to squirm in my lap and I put my hand on one of her thighs, hooking my fingers in her thigh-high sock and pulling it down her leg. I do the same with the other before I reach over her to put my drink on the table.

Moving her to the couch, I kneel between her legs on the floor and get my hands under her skirt to pull her panties down. The thought crosses my mind how I went through her suitcase and pulled out all the panties she packed. I want easy access to this pussy while we’re away.

She snaps me out of my reverie with, “Daddy?”

“What’s wrong, Babydoll?”

She leans up and runs her hand over the front of my slacks and grabs my dick. “I wanna learn to give Daddy special kisses too.” Did she know what she was doing to me?

Fuck.

I bite my bottom lip and sit back on my heels for a second, looking into her pleading eyes. Standing back up, I open my zipper and pull out my already half-hard dick right in front of those pretty plump lips. “You want this in your mouth, Babydoll?”

“Yes, Daddy. Please teach me how you like it?” Her eyes go wide when my dick twitches at her words, so she decides to go a bit further. “Wanna taste Daddy.” She’s rewarded with another twitch.

“Why don’t you grab Daddy’s dick and stroke it first, Babydoll?” The moment she has a hand around me, she licks her lips and it threw me for a loop. Up until this point, she has been my sweet virginal Princess, now she wants to suck me off and it turns me on beyond belief. She reverts to using both hands and that little tongue snakes out again in her concentration. I take my dick out of her hands and grab her chin, “Stick your tongue out for Daddy and keep that mouth open.”

I hold the head of my dick and spread my precum all over her tongue, pushing just the head inside her mouth. “Now, close your mouth around Daddy’s dick with just your lips. No teeth, Babydoll. I’m gonna fuck your little mouth and then you’re gonna see how far you can go. If you have to stop to breathe, just open your mouth, ok?”

She hums her understanding around my cock and I twitch in her mouth again. I grab the back of her head and move my hips to shallowly fuck her hot wet mouth. She’s doing so good just letting me use her, and I want to fucking cum down her throat any second but I bide my time and just thrust into her nice and slowly. I stop and pull out, a string of her spit still connecting us.

She gulps in some air and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, looking back up into my eyes. “Can I try to see how far I can go now, Daddy?” It’s like I created the perfect little cockslut.

“Yes, Babydoll, I want you to show me how deep you can take me. Now, be a good girl and suck Daddy’s dick.”

“Yes, Daddy.” She takes me in both hands, licking the underside of my dick then taking me in her mouth. I groan in the back of my throat. She gets about halfway and then begins a slow rhythm of stroking and sucking.

Not the best blowjob, but for a beginner? Damn fine first try. She takes direction well, she’s eager, and she looks so fucking cute while sucking a dick.

I feel the coil in my stomach tightening. I was so ready to cum down her throat, but her fucking face was so pretty I wanted to mark it as mine. I run a hand through the sweat-slick hair on my forehead before throwing my head back and grunting.

“Fuck, Babydoll. Daddy’s gonna cum all over that sweet little face...ugh, fuck, close your eyes!” I pull out and shoot rope after rope of thick milky cum over her beautiful perfect face. When her tongue slips out to taste what landed on her lips, I thought I would never stop cumming.

Slowing my stroke, I squeeze from the base to the tip of my dick, I wipe the last of my cum on her chin. Luckily, none of my cum hit her lashes or eyelids. When she opens her eyes, I smiled at her. I use my thumb to move a bit of my cum between her open lips and she sucks my thumb so sweetly.

I take back my thumb and place my hand on my chest to steady my breathing.

“Daddy, I’m tired now. Can we go to bed?” She yawns lazily and the glob of cum hanging from her chin dances.

I hold in my laughter and suggest, “Wash your face first, Babydoll. Then bedtime.” I take her hand and lead her into the bathroom so she can wash her face and I can use the can. She doesn’t seem to mind me taking a piss, but she isn't covert as she glances sidelong at my dick. I flush, wash my hands after she’s done and we enter the bedroom together.

I take off the majority of my clothes, then I decide I don’t need to wear anything. We’re out here free from prying eyes, might as well sleep comfortably. And if that makes it even easier access to that pussy, why not? Removing my boxer briefs, I turn to where Babydoll is going over to her suitcase, no doubt to look for pajamas.

“Babydoll, I want you to sleep naked tonight." I settle under the covers and make myself comfortable.

“Yes, Daddy.”

I watch as she pulls down her skirt and pulls off her sweater and undershirt. That tight little body bounced slightly as she made her way over to the bed. Climbing in, she pecks me on the lips and settles down on her side with her leg pulled up.

I turn to face her and wrap an arm around her waist, pushing her leg up a bit further with my own so I can slide the head of my dick into her tight wet heat. I groan lowly as she moans from the sudden intrusion.

“We’re gonna sleep with it inside tonight. I want you to just sleep and warm my cock at the same time.” I could feel her heartbeat racing and her breath quickening as he tries to keep herself calm.

“Yes, Daddy,” She wiggles her hips in the slightest, getting used to the fullness.

“Stay still, Babydoll. Daddy’ll fuck you in the morning, ok? For now, just rest, babygirl.” I angle my hips and aim for her g-spot and she’s putty in my hands.

“Daddy, just right there, please? Please please, I won’t ask for anything else. I promise!” I can’t see her face but I can hear how easily she could cry from the tension.

“Fine, fine. But I’m fucking you to sleep, Babydoll. You better cum for me when I tell you to.” I stay inside her while moving to kneel behind her, fucking into her into the mattress.

I lean over her, my hands holding her hips as I continuously kiss her cervix with the tip of my dick. Her moans are music to my ears, along with the slapping sounds of flesh that fill the dimly lit room. I can feel her walls start to tighten around me and reach under her leg for her clit.

“Cum for me, Babydoll. Cum all over Daddy’s dick, babygirl.” I pinch her little clit between my fingers and the dam breaks.

“Yes, Daddy!” Her toes curl and her core quivers around me. Her warm wetness coats my length and it’s even easier to fuck into her now. Once I hear the squelching sound of her wet pussy, I can’t help but chase my release.

“That’s my good girl. Just like that...Daddy’s gonna fuck this tight little princess hole til you can't take it anymore. You’re doing so good taking my cock, babygirl. Fuck...fuuuuuuck. Such a perfect little pussy for me to fuck. Shit! Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum. Ugh, fuck!” I pull out and cum all over her ass and back in heavy white stripes.

I get up to grab a wet washcloth to wipe away the evidence of my orgasm. Coming back, I realize she is down for the count. Wiping her down, she hums but soft snores are soon to follow.

Well, I meant what I said when I wanted to fuck her to sleep.

The next two days are a blur of time with Daddy. The only time he has to go do something alone is the day you left. You wake up and find a note saying that he had to run out. When he comes back, he is in a bad mood and takes it out on your pussy.

You both load your bags into the Escalade and start your trip home. You sleep most of the trip home, tired from your guts being rearranged. Instead of carrying you in the house, you get a soft nudge to wake up when you are back home.

"Take your suitcase in, Babydoll. I’ll be right behind you.” He pops the trunk and meets you at the back of the SUV. You pick up your bag and head inside, going straight to your room to drop your luggage.

It’s very quiet in the house and you wonder where your Mom could be. You check the Master bedroom and the bed is made but she’s not there. The kitchen is empty, and both bathrooms are as well. It wasn’t until something catches your eye in the backyard.

Something is floating in the pool. Not something. It is someone.

You go out to the patio, looking into the water you spot your Mother’s lifeless body in the water.

Before you know it, a blood-curdling scream is escaping you and the world turns black as you’re caught by two strong arms.

Part IV

A/N: Well, that was a doozy!!! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Guess I’ll just leave this here and see what y’all think.

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kamilah-is-queen · 2 months

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@boundlessgratitude’s prize from the lucky draw from AGES ago. Amy meeting her ex at the office, her spouse, Kamilah, noticing too.

Pairing: Kamilah Sayeed x MC (Amy Parker)

Warning: JEALOUS KAMI

Tags: @ta-sayeed, @kamilahtopme, @nydeiri, @genietotherescue, @rhonda-sayeed, @helpconfusedpersonhere, @millasayeed, @vonda-be-real, @livvynka, @queenkamilah, @leenasayeed, @skylarkxxyy, @choicesgrp, @ilove-kamilah-sayeed, @justavampirefan, @iamsimpforpoppy, @friendlybuddy, @darlingnikki-prince

Tick….tock….tick….tock

Amy couldn’t help but stare at the clock that hung above her on the wall, bored to death as she waited for Adrian to finish his meeting. My god, how long had he and Kamilah been in there, three hours?

She sighed and stood up, smoothing the hem of her skirt before she walked towards the break room. She figured there wasn’t much more she could do to pass the time but enjoy a steaming cup of tea, with cookies of course.

Amy placed the teabag in the cup and switched the kettle on, patiently tapping her nails on the countertop as she waited.

She made her way back to her desk to grab her phone, immediately opening it up to find a message from an unknown number.

‘Hey. This is Rose, your ex :( I’m bringing up a cup of coffee and a donut, be there in 2 min.’

Rose? Amy frowned as she tried to remember the woman. Oh, yes, the Rose she dated in college. Thankfully, they had separated amicably, so hopefully this encounter wasn’t going to be awkward, or so she hoped.

She lifted her head at the sound of the elevator doors opening, offering a friendly smile to Rose who was beaming from ear to ear.

‘Amy! Gosh it’s been forever girl. Look at you, all up in the fancy people’s business.’ The woman grabbed squeezed Amy in a tight embrace, leaving Amy startled and uncomfortable.

‘Yes, it has been a while.’ She gently pushed the woman’s arms off of her, attempting to divert the woman’s attention off of her before things went awry.

‘That donut looks impeccable. Mind if I dig in?’ Amy didn’t wait for an answer before she began eating, groaning at the taste.

Rose’s eyes darkened as she watched Amy, all the suppressed feelings she had for the young vampire now making a comeback.

‘I got your favorite flavor, birthday cake.’

Amy looked up, wiping the corner of her lip with her thumb before Rose took over for her.

‘How did you know-‘

‘Amy, care to introduce me to your little friend here.’ Kamilah’s voice cut through the air, her words as sharp as the glare she gave Rose, as she stormed over to the two women.

Amy immediately stepped out of Rose’s range, and into Kamilah’s arm that snagged her waist just a bit too tight. ‘Kamilah this is Rose, my ex. Rose, my wife Kamilah.’

Kamilah narrowed her eyes and gave a bitter smile, tugging Amy flush. ‘That’s right, I’m her wife, Kamilah Sayeed. Perhaps you’ve heard about me in the news, if you read it.’

Amy nudged her elbow into Kamilah’s side, a gentle warning to be nice.

Rose’s cheeks flushed pink, embarrassed to even be in Kamilah’s presence.

‘Omg, THE Kamilah Sayeed? I read about you in the Times!’

Kamilah already hated Rose, but now she hated her even more… stupid fan girls. Kamilah chose to ignore her, catching Amy’s lips in a possessive kiss that quickly got heated. She didn’t care if Rose was watching, or if anyone was watching for that matter.

Amy was hers and everyone was to know that.

Kamilah pulled back slowly, smirking at the way Amy immediately leant forward for more.

‘As you can see, Amy and I are terribly busy. You best be leaving now.’

Rose nodded furiously and offered Amy a quick glance.

‘See you around hun!’

Kamilah’s eyes flashed red at her last word, ‘hun’. She was on the verge of making Rose’s life a living hell before Amy placed a hand on her cheek, soothing her instantly.

Before the elevator doors could close, Kamilah spat back,

‘Oh, and if you ever come here again, HUN, you might not leave here alive.’

Rose’s face washed over with confusion as the doors shut, Amy giggling softly to herself as Kamilah’s eyes flashed back to their normal brown.

‘Jesus Kami, you’ll kill her with fright.’

‘That’s the point.’ Kamilah nudged her nose gently against Amy’s resting their foreheads together as she raised Amy’s hand to gaze at her rings.

‘You’re mine and everyone knows it. Whoever is foolish enough to not know, well, I can’t say I’ll be merciful.’

She grinned as she kissed Amy’s knuckles and rings, relishing in the laugh Amy let out alongside the pink tint that arose on her cheeks.

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wordywarriorwrites · 1 year

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Heat

Heat | A03 | Rating: M

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F! Reader

Summary: You and Frankie take the next step in your relationship.

Warnings: A/B/O. NSFW. Smut. Language.

The house smells like you.

Your scent permeates every corner, filling Frankie’s lungs and clouding his senses the moment he steps inside. The windows are wide open, welcoming in the cool, fall breeze, but the strength of the wind billowing the curtains and rushing through the house does nothing to dissipate it.

Ambrette, citrus, and ylang-ylang – he can taste it in the air. Just like a siren’s song, the urge to seek more of it is too powerful to ignore, and as soon as he sheds his coat and kicks off his boots, he lets his nose lead him past the kitchen, out of the living room, and into your shared bedroom.

The afternoon sun is high, and bright streaks of light coming in from the window above the clawfoot bathtub catch on the sweat beading your brow and along the column of your throat. Frankie wants to lap it. Savor it. Swallow it down.

Fuck, he’s so hungry for you…

But you’ve been off for the past few weeks. Moping. Pouting. Making him sleep on the couch only to wake him in the middle of the night and insist he return to bed because you can’t sleep without him. You’ve been quick to anger and even quicker to tears, watching movies and reading books that upset you that much more. Frankie’s lost count of the number of times he’s catered to your nesting urges, and sex, once consistent and passionate, has seesawed between ferally enthusiastic or entirely absent.

You swear it’s nothing.

But you called off work today. Now, you’re weaving on your feet, head dangling over the sink as if you may tip over at any second. Rivulets of water are streaming down the back of your neck, sliding off your mouth and chin to stop at the collar of your shirt. Your teeth are chattering, fingers curling into claws against the countertop as you groan and curse your discomfort.

It’s not nothing. It’s very much something. In fact, it’s everything.

He sends a couple of texts – one to his boss to clear his schedule for the time being, and the other to the guys, telling them to keep away until he says otherwise. Frankie doesn’t wait for responses; once the messages are out, he shuts off his phone, absentmindedly dropping it onto the nightstand and directing the entirety of his focus onto you.

“Hermosa?” he calls, tone low and steady as he slowly approaches. “You alright?”

“I forgot,” you breathe, furrowing your brow and pressing your hand to your lower abdomen. “I forgot how bad it hurts.”

The distress and pain you feel – it rushes through the bonding mark so furiously, so swiftly, that it causes the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up.

“Y’smell good enough to eat, guapo,” you croon, voice straining and breathy.

He chuckles and inches closer, “You should’ve called me. I would’ve come back sooner.”

You shake your head slowly, “You were in the air. Wasn’t gonna interrupt that.”

“You need me, you call,” Frankie barks testily. “Nothing’s more important than you.”

You’re too stubborn for your own damn good – jutting your chin and sticking out your tongue as if it were no big deal. As if today was just another day. Frankie, on the other hand, has been preparing for this since the moment you stopped taking your suppressants and birth control over a year ago, and he’ll be damned if he’s not at home with you for every, single moment of it.

The changes in you over the past twelve months have prompted his own, special type of metamorphosis. While not nearly as drastic or severe as what you’ve gone through, his own body, behavior, and way of thinking have significantly altered.

Adding on extra pounds, not cutting his hair, drenching himself in your scent, and encouraging you to renew the mark you graced him with – they’re all outward displays showing he’s strong and capable of taking care of his Omega and whatever offspring he may have with you. It also proves to unmated females and other Alphas looking to court that you’re his, he’s yours, and he intends to breed you.

The heightened aggression, the need to protect you and the home you made together, and the urge to have you beneath him at all times – they’re all indicators that your fluctuating hormones have been doing their job, and he can physically, mentally, and emotionally feel you pulling him into a rut the likes of which he hasn’t experienced since first presenting.

Frankie’s been stocking up on essential supplies while you’ve been not-so-subtly covering the bed with endless blankets and pillows to burrow in. You’ve been wearing the same shirt – his favorite shirt – for four days, and he can’t get you to take it off, even just to wash it. He also hasn’t showered in three days because all the books say not to, as it’ll be his unaltered, natural scent that grounds you and comforts you through it.

Your first heat together. The first time trying for young together.

“Cariño, I think it’s time,” he murmurs.

You swallow a handful of water and let out a ragged breath, “I know.”

Frankie takes it upon himself to turn off the tap, and as the water gurgles, he reminds you that you’re safe. You’re shaking, wincing with every breath, and he reassures you that everything you need is in the bedroom. He offers you a steady hand, and you place your trembling one in his, allowing him to guide you out of the ensuite.

“We talked about this,” Frankie whispers against your temple, fingers reaching for the snap on your jeans. “We’re ready for this, aren’t we?”

You nod. Let out a croaky, ‘yes.’ He lowers the zipper and wrangles the well-worn denim past your hips and over your knees. Kneeling at your feet, he helps you step out of your pants and slips your socks off one by one. You’re already writhing, skin clammy and hot to the touch. Your scent, combined with your arousal, is so much stronger now, making his mouth water and his cock throb.

This isn’t his first rut, and it’s difficult to put a leash on his baser instincts, to handle you with the delicacy and patience you deserve for your first heat with him, but he manages it. He can do anything, endure anything, for you.

Frankie swallows hard and looks up at you, “I’ll take care of you. Promise.”

You stare down at him – lips parted and eyes dilated, chest heaving and limbs tight. A tear slips down your cheek, and your stomach jumps when he presses a gentle kiss to the freckle above your belly button.

He rises slowly, careful not to startle you. Mouth pressed into a hard line and fingers twisted in the hem of your damp t-shirt – he takes his own steadying breath and reminds himself this moment is precious, meaningful, and not to be spoiled.

It takes effort to peel the cotton from your body, and your bra isn’t much better, the fabric straining and digging harshly into your skin. Frankie knows you’re uncomfortable, when he releases the hooks and gently slides the straps from your shoulders, you sigh. It’s that tiny, almost inaudible sound of relief that buoys him, fills his chest with something indescribable – makes him feel like a man worthy of his woman and an Alpha capable of servicing his Omega.

“I can’t – I keep fucking crying,” you blurt, shoulders curled, and head bent.

“S’okay, cariño,” he sighs, rocking you gently and nuzzling your neck. “I got you.”

You make a sound in the back of your throat that vibrates through him, giving him a headrush that makes his hindbrain lean into you, into your mating, even more. You settle enough to undress him, and Frankie watches with rapt attention as your instincts unfurl like a clenched fist.

Each seemingly insignificant action becomes tender, almost reverent, and absolutely wondrous. The way you look at him and scent-mark him. How you carefully touch him and move with him. The need to dominate, to assert his control, to make you present yourself to him – you’re somehow channeling it, meeting it, and feeding it with your own calming nature, and it brings a new balance to his rut that he’s never felt before.

It’s a sacred dance. Ritualistic. Sensuous. Something your kind have done since the beginning of time and will no doubt continue to do long after the two of you are dust.

When you’re both naked and settled deeply into the nest you built, the weight of it all, the seriousness of it – it’s still there, but it becomes less of a burden and more of an honor. The two of you are as you’ve always been – bared to each other, vulnerable, but safe. Committed. Loving.

“Te amo,” you murmur. “So much, Frankie.”

Frankie presses a kiss to your forehead, “I love you, too, hermosa.”

The corner of your mouth quirks – a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it thing that gets wiped away when you cup his cheek and kiss him, and he simply melts into you, into the assurance of your touch and the comfort of your presence and the way it all just clicks into place.

Tears return. This time, you let out great, heaving sobs of relief when he gets you off with his fingers, and his own scent surges in response to mingle with yours. Your release takes the edge off the pain and eventually gives way to even more pleasure when he puts his mouth to use to make you come until your thighs shake.

“Papi,” you entreat, fingers tugging at his curls. “I – I need…”

“I know querida,” he groans, licking into your mouth. “Let me give it to you, yeah?”

His mustache is covered in your slick. Your inner thighs are littered with his teeth marks. The peak of your nipple against the flat of his tongue and the heel of your foot pressing into the meat of his ass. You’re lying on your side, and he takes you just like that – bodies slotting together like two puzzle pieces as he bottoms out in a single thrust.

Your core is molten and saturated, fluttering and squeezing, and you hold him in an embrace that’s simultaneously tender and urgent. The soft sounds you make, the way your breath stutters, and how your tongue tastes when he sucks on it. There’s no hiding your greed, or how desperately he wants to breed you, and when you bare your teeth and demand more from him, the pleased rumble Frankie lets out is more beast than man.

“Fuck, you feel s’good,” he grunts, digging his fingers into your thigh, allowing his hips to swing freely for a moment before slowing. “I’m tryin’ not to – I don’t wanna…”

You nip at his chin and rake your nails down his shoulder, “M’ready. I can take it.”

It doesn’t take much to maneuver you into place, and you fall into the presenting position with such graceful ease, with such eagerness, that something in his chest tightens.

Lazy thrusts morph into harsher snaps of his hips. You go lax, limbs supple and spine melting, and when the tears fall this time, you’re smiling – brow smoothed, looking resplendent, and entirely pleased with yourself. He slips a hand between your thighs and strokes clit, bringing forth another rush of wetness that will make the next part easier.

When you’ve saturated his groin, Frankie finally drapes himself over your back, rocks into you as deeply as your body will allow, and digs his teeth into your scent gland until you yip out a comingled sound of submission and pleasure.

“Tell me, mi pequeño lobo,” he pants in your ear. “Tell me you want this.”

“I want this,” you repeat throatily. “I want you. Please, Alpha…”

It’s as if your words are the permission he needs to give in to the instinct – to finally let go and do what needs to be done. Supporting you, protecting you, and loving you – it’s just the beginning of a story that’s still being written. Breeding you, knowing it will likely be successful, that he’ll have made you his in the most primal of ways – that’s the next chapter.

Frankie’s orgasm is indescribably, incomparably intense. A prolonged release that feels too good, one that’s on the knife’s edge of pain, somehow bringing forth feelings of helplessness and complete control. The delirious sense of peace he feels when he knots you. And when you come again for him, and your body just takes it all – accepting everything he has to offer – it’s wonderous in the extreme.

Spooning you to keep you close, to supply comfort, to keep you warm, and to ensure nothing is lost or wasted – it’s as natural as breathing. Eyes welling. Pride surging. Frankie’s seen you safely through the first wave, and again, it’s your sigh and contentment coming through the bond that lets him know he’s done everything right.

“We’re ready for this,” you tell him, voice full of excitement and certainty.

“Si, mi corazón,” he agrees, your echoing of his earlier words renewing his own conviction and joy. “We’re ready for this.”

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(I Can Feel You Breathing) Under My Skin

Summary: Sky must have done something horrible in a past life, because he’s being forced to watch Rain and Payu dance around each other while pretending that they aren’t each other’s soulmates. That’s bad enough, but now he has to do it while Prapai shows up and bothers him the entire time, insistent that they’re meant to be. They might be, but that’s not really his business.

“How was dinner?” Sky asked, continuing to type without looking up.

“Good!” Rain replied cheerily, dropping his bag on the couch and plopping down next to Sky.

“I told you so,” Sky said, relishing in it a little.

“Yeah, yeah,” Rain rolled his eyes.

“Everyone was nice?” Sky checked, still typing.

“Really nice,” Rain confirmed. “And one of the seniors gave me his number!”

Sky stopped typing.

“What?”

“In case I have architecture questions,” Rain clarified, his expression completely innocent.

“He didn’t give it to you for architecture questions,” Sky scoffed, narrowing his eyes.

“Yes, he did,” Rain insisted. “He said so!”

“Ohhh,” Sky nodded. “Well, if he said so.” At his tone, Rain gave him a look, and he gave one right back. “Just watch,” Sky directed him. “He’ll text you before bed.”

A few hours later, Rain climbed into Sky’s bed, triumphantly waving his phone.

“I told you so,” he echoed Sky’s earlier words, grinning widely. “He’s just being nice.”

“Sure, he is,” Sky muttered, stealing the blankets and ignoring Rain’s whine of protest.

The next morning, he was awoken by the sound of Rain’s phone. It was ringing far louder than it had any right to be, especially this early in the morning. He kicked Rain until he sat up, gesturing vaguely towards the phone and burying his head in his pillow.

“P’Payu?” Rain answered the phone, instead of just turning the sound off like a normal person. Sky groaned quietly and buried his head further into his pillow. Of course, then the gears in his head started whirring a little, and he slightly uncovered his ears to better listen in.

“Is that him?” he whispered, gesturing at the phone and wondering if he’d heard right. Payu? His eyes quickly darted to the soulmark on Rain’s right wrist, then up to Rain’s face. He didn’t seem anxious in the slightest. Although, it was possible that Payu’s mark had been something completely unrelated to Rain, he realized.

“Good morning, phi!” Rain replied, giving Sky a quick nod. So it was him. “What’s up?”

“Put him on speaker!” Sky whispered furiously. Rain obliged, putting a finger over his mouth as he did so.

“—if you’d like to get dinner sometime,” Payu was saying. “Maybe Friday at Elemental?” Sky raised an eyebrow overdramatically and made an obscene gesture, shaking with silent laughter when Rain pushed him over.

“That sounds great!” Rain agreed quickly. Sky made a second obscene gesture. Possibly more suggestive than the first. “That’s my friend Sky’s favorite restaurant!” Rain added, in an overly cheery tone. “Maybe I should bring him?” he suggested. Sky immediately started shaking his head and mouthing “no”, but apparently, the damage was done. “He’s in architecture too, he’d probably love to meet you.”

Sky flipped him off.

“Sure,” Payu replied. It sounded to Sky like he was choking slightly, but Rain didn’t seem to notice. “The more the merrier.”

Sky resigned himself to his fate and headed into the bathroom once he realized the conversation wasn’t over yet. While he certainly enjoyed being proven right, he didn’t need to witness every second of the flirting.

“I told you so,” he said, once he’d come out of the bathroom and made sure Rain was off the phone.

“How?” Rain asked, looking mystified.

“Because he called you first thing in the morning? And asked you out to dinner?” Sky pointed out, his tone incredulous.

“You said if he texted before bed he was into me,” Rain pointed out, still looking confused. Sky groaned again, resisting the urge to smack himself in the forehead.

“Why did you bring me into it?” Sky questioned, crossing his arms.

“Mostly so you can meet him, and see how ridiculous you’re being,” Rain said, matter-of-factly. “And he did say he could help if we had architecture questions.”

“If you had architecture questions,” Sky interjected, correcting him.

“Whatever,” Rain waved him off. “Plus, it is your favorite restaurant,” he pointed out. Sky wavered for a second before giving in.

“Okay, fine,” he sighed. “I guess I’ll third wheel on your date.”

“It’s not a date!”

-----

Sky spent the first ten minutes of the date—not a date—trying to surreptitiously look for Payu’s soulmark. He couldn’t spot anything, which unfortunately meant it was probably somewhere they were unlikely to see it.

Payu was definitely flirting, despite Rain’s insistence that he was just being friendly. Once the food came, Sky somewhat gave up on his attempts to look for Payu’s soulmark. Rain must have known there was a chance, despite the glacial pace he was taking things at. Although, Rain was pretty young to meet his soulmate, so Sky figured it wasn’t that out of the ordinary for him to be a little wary. He was probably just trying to build a friendship before asking after Payu’s soulmark, which made plenty of sense. Unless your soulmark was hard to cover, most people kept theirs fairly secret, including Sky himself.

His soulmark was only three simple lines, forming an image of wind, on the back of his right shoulder. Luckily, it was fully covered as long as he wore a normal shirt, so he rarely wore tank tops. Rain had seen it once or twice, but they were close enough that Sky didn’t mind. He’d felt bad for Rain initially, that his soulmark was so visible, but Rain had never seemed to care. He’d never even seemed to notice, which was baffling to Sky.

Sky was broken out of his reverie with the realization that Payu now had his arm over the back of Rain’s chair, leaning in and murmuring something that Sky couldn’t hear. Rain answered normally, continuing to eat and seemingly taking no issue with the fact that Payu was invading his personal space. Go figure. Sky fought back a snicker with the realization that this date—not a date—was likely the first of many. Though, luckily, Sky wouldn’t have to be there.

“That was fun!” Rain exclaimed as Sky slid into his passenger seat.

“It was okay,” Sky allowed. Not the most fun thing in the world to watch your best friend flirt with a stranger for a little over an hour, but…still. It was nice to see Rain so happy.

“C’mon,” Rain wheedled. “He’s so nice. And now you know he just wants to be friends!” Sky fixed him with a scathing look, eyes scanning Rain’s face for any sign of deception. Nothing.

“You can’t actually believe that,” Sky said, his tone incredulous. Rain’s expression shifted to one of confusion, and Sky let out a deep sigh. “That was a date,” he told Rain.

“It wasn’t a date!” Rain argued, pouting. Sky sighed again.

“Yes, it was,” he said. “Or, he wanted it to be, anyway.” Rain still looked put out, so Sky continued. “Did you see how happy he was when you asked him to go to the museum?”

“I meant as friends,” Rain defended himself.

“And did you see how sad he was,” Sky barreled on, ignoring that Rain had spoken, “when you invited me?” Rain’s frown deepened.

“Sky…” he eventually said, his tone hesitant.

“Yeah?”

“I’m pretty sure you’re reading into things.”

-----

Rainp’payu wants to grab dinner tomorrow 🥳u free?

Sky sighed, staring down at his phone and wondering why Rain possessed an inability to spend any time alone with Payu. To be fair, he was pretty sure he knew why. It was obvious by this point that they were probably soulmates, and it must have been freaking Rain out and sending him spiraling into denial. Not that Sky could blame him, he’d definitely be doing the same thing.

At their age, meeting their soulmate was almost unheard of. Rain had probably expected to have his life figured out, to know himself better, to be more mature, before ever meeting the person he was supposed to spend the rest of his life with.

It had been almost a month, and Sky was still being asked along on almost every outing. He understood, he really did, but he wished Rain would at least acknowledge the elephant in the room. To Sky, at least, if not to Payu himself. Surely, talking things out couldn’t make the situation any worse. He sighed and turned his attention back to his phone, tapping out a reply.

Sky Works for me. 💙

Rain awesome!! 💛💛also he’s bringing a friendi think his name is p’pai

Fantastic. Now, instead of simply third wheeling, he was going to be expected to entertain whoever Payu had managed to dredge up. He did his best not to feel resentful, but he wasn’t entirely successful.

Oh well. It wouldn’t be that bad.

-----

Sky reminded himself of this as he was washing his hands, briefly considering whether it would be acceptable to hang out for an hour before making an excuse and an exit. He decided against it.

He rolled his eyes slightly when he came out of the bathroom to see Rain talking to Payu, the two of them standing far closer together than was necessary.

“Oh, he’s just—” Rain was saying when Sky appeared. “—there,” he added with a quiet laugh. Payu clearly couldn’t help a smile at that, and Sky did his best to keep a straight face. Despite the fact that Rain was a grown adult, Payu helped him into the booth before sliding in next to him. Once again, he was sitting far closer than what Sky would have considered friendly.

Though he couldn’t help raising an eyebrow, he reminded himself for the millionth time not to say anything. If Payu and Rain wanted to keep up this weird charade where they pretended that they weren’t dating, weren’t soulmates, weren’t anything, that was their business. He seated himself across from Rain, throwing him a quick look to let him know that they weren’t being subtle.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Payu’s friend sit down next to him. He started scanning the menu, hopeful that he could at least get a good meal out of all this, before he noticed the awkward silence. He glanced up at Rain, who was looking between Sky and Payu’s friend like he was watching a game of tennis. The staring was a bit much, he thought, before he realized that Payu was staring at Rain. He glanced at Payu’s friend, only to discover that he, too, was staring at Sky. The awkward silence continued.

“Hello,” Sky finally said, unsure of what the hell was going on.

Payu’s friend did an impression of a fish out of water before he eventually managed to speak. “Hi,” he said, still staring aggressively. “I’m Prapai,” he added, after enough time had passed that Sky had been sure he was done speaking.

He was completely thrown off, and glanced quickly at Rain, an obvious question in his eyes. Rain just shrugged in response. Great. Absolutely no help.

“I’m Sky,” he replied, trying for a smile and hoping they could end the awkwardness.

“I know,” Prapai said. Sky wasn’t entirely sure if he’d blinked yet.

Apparently, they could not end the awkwardness.

He wasn’t sure what he was meant to say in response, so he just nodded slightly and turned back to the menu. He ran his eyes down it without reading it, just needing an excuse to break eye contact and not talk for a minute. He could feel Prapai’s eyes boring into him from the side. He did his best to ignore that.

Payu started muttering to Rain, speaking softly and leaning in closely enough that Sky wanted to bash their heads together. Honestly. He was going to have a neon sign made that said “THIS IS NOT HOW FRIENDS ACT”. Pricey? Sure. But worth it.

“Can I just—” Prapai leaned in, this time giving him a hopeful look. Sky nodded at him to continue, but he apparently took it as permission, as he immediately started unbuttoning his shirt. What. The. Fuck. Sky wasn’t entirely sure what his face was doing, but it was probably pretty entertaining to watch.

“Pai!” Payu interjected, looking as incredulous as Sky felt.

“Yeah?” Prapai asked, as though he wasn’t currently taking his clothes off in a casual lunch place.

Payu waved his hands helplessly. “What are you doing?” he demanded to know, when miming his question didn’t seem to work. Sky was grateful that he’d asked, as he had been thinking the same thing, but was currently speechless.

Prapai glanced down at his own hands, as though confirming what he was doing. “I want to show Sky my mark,” he told Payu, as though it should be obvious. Sky nearly spat out his drink

“We’re in a restaurant,” Payu responded immediately. Sky raised an eyebrow at that. While true, that wasn’t exactly the biggest issue here. Soulmarks were private, save for the few unfortunate people who had them in hard-to-conceal places. Rain was certainly one of them, though he’d never seemed to mind, merely pointing out that it could help his soulmate identify him. Purposefully showing a stranger, though, was unheard of. As soon as he had this thought, Prapai started unbuttoning his shirt again.

“Nope,” Payu scolded him, as though he was a misbehaving dog. He dragged Prapai into the corner and started whispering furiously at him. Sky did his best impression of someone minding their own business, despite how his eyes kept drifting over to the corner.

“So that was weird,” Rain declared, giving Sky a questioning look. Sky just shrugged back, equally lost. His eyes wandered back over to Prapai and Payu, who still looked to be arguing. Payu said something that made Prapai light up with a smile, and he rushed back over to the table. Sky quickly whipped his head back around, hoping they hadn’t noticed him and Rain being nosy.

Prapai put a hand on the back of his chair, leaning over so he could whisper directly into Sky’s ear. “Can I take you home?” he asked. “Then I could show you in private.”

Sky’s mind blanked out for a second before coming back on board, operating at full capacity and full of outrage. He saw Payu sit down as he stood up quickly, which thankfully forced Prapai to move out of his personal space. He opened his mouth, intending to give Prapai a piece of his mind, but faltered when he saw Rain and Payu sitting together. Just because Payu’s friend was a dick didn’t mean he needed to mess this up for Rain.

“I think I’m gonna go,” he said to Rain, completely ignoring Prapai and trying to keep a polite tone.

“Oh, I mean—you don’t have to—” Rain was looking between Prapai and Sky again, clearly hesitant on what to do.

“It’s fine,” Sky reassured him. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Wait, I—” Prapai started. Sky didn’t stick around to hear what he had to say, hightailing it out of the restaurant as quickly as possible and breathing a sigh of relief as soon as he stepped outside.

-----

Unfortunately for Sky, Prapai started showing up every single time Sky hung out with Rain and Payu. He would’ve begged off, if not for the fact that he wanted to help Rain out. He and Payu had spent so much time together, but as far as Sky knew, they still hadn’t gone on a date, or talked about their marks, or even spent that much time alone.

He knew Rain must be nervous, completely unsure of how to navigate the situation, and had resolved to do what he could to help. Apparently, right now that meant waiting patiently for Rain to ask for advice and third wheeling on dates. Except now, he was fourth wheeling for some reason.

That reason was a very persistent, very annoying person who had taken to asking Sky about his mark every chance he got. At this point, Sky was almost getting used to it, despite the fact that it was a completely outrageous thing to request of a close friend, let alone a vague acquaintance.

He’d also started almost exclusively wearing tank tops around Sky, ensuring that his mark was always on display. To be fair, it had actually given Sky a little bit of pause the first time he’d seen it. Prapai’s soulmark was on his right upper arm, with swirling clouds wrapped intermittently around his bicep. Sky had dismissed this as only vaguely related, trying to imbue his words with the sense that his soulmark was completely unrelated.

This was not necessarily true.

Sky had always liked his soulmark growing up. He’d stand backwards in front of the mirror, neck craning over his shoulder to get a peek of it. He’d traced the lines of the wind, wondering about who his soulmate was and when he was going to meet them.

Then, when he was thirteen, his mother had come home one day and announced she was leaving. Another city, in another country, in another timezone. She’d met her soulmate.

He didn’t hear from her much after that. She had two other children now, but he’d never met them. She’d come to see him once or twice since she’d left, but hadn’t wanted him to come to Korea. He tried not to think too hard about why.

Since then, he’d taken to wearing clothing that covered his mark, even when he was alone. He’d given up on thinking about his soulmate, coming to resent the constant barrage of messages that said finding your other half was the only way to be happy.

When he’d met Gun, he’d thought he found someone who felt the same way. Who didn’t care about his mark or their own. Who might put him first regardless of what destiny had to say about it. It had felt like vindication, the idea that he could find love outside of his mark. Of course, that had made it all the more difficult to walk away when things turned ugly. He’d eventually managed to get out, never telling his father what had happened to him.

After that, he’d recategorized. Instead of shunning the idea of soulmates, he just became decided against relationships. Not for other people. Just for him.

Now, of course, there was Prapai.

Proudly showing off his mark. Asking to see Sky’s. Completely unaware of just how much of a match they were. According to their marks, anyway. Despite the fact that Sky had been careful not to show his mark, and had sworn Rain to secrecy, Prapai still seemed utterly convinced that they were soulmates.

And the thing was, Sky was pretty sure he was right.

-----

“If you just told me—”

“No.”

“But then I could—”

“No.”

“And maybe—”

“P’Pai!” Sky interjected, completely fed up. “Stop it. Just…eat your food,” he said firmly. He narrowed his eyes as Prapai froze for a moment before he gave in and took a huge bite. Sky’s shoulders relaxed minutely at the reprieve.

Of course, as soon as he finished the bite, it started all over again. “So if you would just show me your mark, then we would know, and—”

“I’m not showing you my mark,” Sky scoffed, unable to help an eyeroll. Payu and Rain were off in their own little world, as per usual, so there was no help there.

Predictably, Prapai moped immediately. His hand drifted to his soulmark, and Sky stubbornly pretended not to notice.

“I just think—” Prapai leaned forward again, much to Sky’s dismay. Thankfully, he apparently came to his senses and decided to backpedal. “...That the food is…good. The food is good!”

Sky couldn’t help but shake his head, focusing instead on the meal in front of him. He raised an eyebrow when Payu started feeding Rain like it was the most natural thing in the world, but kept his mouth shut nevertheless.

Sky watched as Payu leaned in to mutter something to Rain, putting an arm over the back of his chair as he did so. From anyone else, it would have seemed like an obvious move, but from Payu, it just came off as affectionate. Rain certainly didn’t seem to mind, laughing softly at whatever Payu had said and biting his lip to hide his smile. Sky did his best to avoid an eye roll, wondering for the millionth time how they still hadn’t gotten together yet. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw an arm creeping over towards the back of his chair.

“Absolutely not,” he snapped, whipping his head around to glare at Prapai, who looked like he’d just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“You look pretty today?” Prapai told him, pulling his arm back. Sky steadfastly ignored the slight jumping feeling he got in his stomach.

“I know that,” Sky scolded, turning away and pretending to focus on his food. Instead, he just watched Prapai out of the corner of his eye. Stupid soul bond.

Rain snorted at their antics and used the opportunity to bury his face in Payu’s shoulder. Honestly. As though Sky hadn’t suffered enough.

“I bet your mark is pretty, too…” Prapai offered, after a beat of silence.

“P’Pai!”

-----

Prapai You really did look pretty today. Good luck on your exam. ♥️

Sky groaned, glaring down at his phone and ignoring the fact that Prapai had remembered his exam. He considered sending a response, but thought better of it and shoved his phone back in his pocket. It buzzed again a moment later.

Prapai Not that you don’t look pretty every day!

Sky raised an eyebrow at that, pulling up the keyboard with the intent of teasing Pai a little. Which he completely deserved. Before he could, he got another text.

Prapai Because you do.Look pretty, I mean.(Everyday)

Sky couldn’t help but snort at his phone, which immediately made him self-conscious despite the fact that he was alone in his car.

Prapai I can’t wait to see you again. ��️

The fluttering feeling was back, as much as Sky wanted to pretend otherwise. He was smiling down at his phone, eyes lingering on the heart Prapai had sent. He thought for a second before sending a text.

Sky Hey, is it cool if I bail on you and P’Payu for a bit?

Rain of course bb 💛💛i totally get it

Sky let out a long breath, feeling relief and anxiety swirl over him in equal measure. It wouldn’t be for too long, he told himself. Just long enough for him to stop feeling nervous around Prapai, and then everything would be fine.

It was just for a week or so.

A month later, he had come to two conclusions.

One: Everything would not be fine. He hadn’t seen Prapai. He hadn’t talked to Prapai. He hadn’t texted, emailed, or engaged in any other form of electronic communication not otherwise listed. And yet…the feelings had not gone away. It was very rude of them, certainly, but Sky wasn’t entirely sure what he was meant to do about it. Besides the obvious path of avoidance, which did not seem to be working correctly.

Two: Rain was an idiot. Not across the board or anything, just when it came to Payu, apparently. Sky had been waiting for Rain to finally give in and tell him everything. How he was feeling, what he was thinking, why he was so hesitant to let anything real happen with Payu.

This had not happened.

Instead, Rain had intermittently dropped a series of comments leading Sky to an inevitable conclusion.

Rain didn’t know.

Sky had actually made a list of the things Rain didn’t know.

Payu was Rain’s soulmate.

Payu knew he was Rain’s soulmate.

Payu did not know that Rain didn’t know that Payu was Rain’s soulmate.

This last one was driving him particularly crazy.

He had eventually decided to subtly nudge Rain in the right direction, pushing him gently towards the right conclusion without just telling him what to do. That never went well with Rain.

Of course, making this decision meant that the first time he brought it up, he inevitably just dropped the bomb. So much for subtlety.

-----

“I’m never gonna get this,” Rain groaned, looking up at Sky with pleading eyes. Sky let out a huff before obligingly sliding over and explaining the concept yet again.

“Does that make sense?” he asked, once he’d finished.

“I think so?” Rain looked deep in thought, but Sky wasn’t sure if that was a positive or a negative. Whatever. They had the whole weekend.

“Of course it doesn’t make sense,” Sig chimed in. “None of this makes any sense.”

“That’s because you’re eating chips,” Ple scolded him from her place on the couch. “Try opening a book.” Sky stared Sig down and pointed at Ple, seconding her words. Sig just groaned.

“I give up,” he complained. “I’ll just have to marry rich,” he decided, rolling over onto his back. Por snorted as he stepped over him, leaning down to hand out drinks.

“That’s what Rain’s doing,” Por pointed out. Everyone let out a little exhale of laughter except Rain, who looked puzzled.

“What do you mean?” he asked, glancing sideways at Sky.

“Isn’t P’Payu rich?” Sig asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I guess…?” Rain answered, with no sign that his confusion was lessening.

“He means eventually,” Ple chimed in reassuringly. “We know you’re taking things slow.”

“What?” Rain asked, nose scrunching up as he twisted around to look at her.

“Because you’re soulmates,” Sky explained, freezing up as soon as the words left his mouth.

“What?” Rain cried again, this time with a distinct note of panic in his voice.

“Um,” Sky said eloquently, mentally berating himself. Not exactly a subtle nudge.

“We’re not soulmates!” Rain protested, looking around at his friends. “Why would you think that?”

“Your mark?” Ple pointed out, waving her pen vaguely towards his wrist. Rain looked down at it, as though checking it was still there.

“What about my mark?” he asked, frowning.

“It’s a typhoon,” Sky couldn’t help but say.

“And?”

“And Payu means typhoon.”

The look on Rain’s face was one that Sky couldn’t quite place. He could identify panic and anxiety, possibly some fear, and felt instant guilt at being the one to cause it. Rain looked down at his mark again, the nervousness fading only to be replaced by dread.

“Rain?” Sky asked hesitantly. Rain’s head shot up to look at him.

“It’s fine,” Rain reassured him, trying to smile. He didn’t succeed. “I’m fine.”

“Rain…” Sky scooted a little closer, gently grasping Rain’s shoulder. “Are you…” he trailed off, not entirely sure what he was asking.

“It’s fine,” Rain reiterated in a firmer tone. “Lots of people have one-sided bonds.” Sky was taken aback for a moment, trying to figure out what Rain was talking about.

“What are you talking about?” he eventually asked, when he realized he had no idea.

“If P’Payu’s my soulmate,” Rain started, biting his lip,“then I’m not his.”

Sky fought the urge to scoff, knowing it wouldn’t be helpful while Rain was feeling this way. “Of course he’s your soulmate,” he argued, thinking back to every lunch place, museum, and outdoor market he’d been forced to third wheel at. There was no way they weren’t soulmates, and he had no clue why Rain would think that. Unless… “What’s P’Payu’s mark?” he asked, aware that it wasn’t an entirely appropriate question.

“I don’t know,” Rain said miserably. Sky’s heart lightened at that and he let out a sigh of relief.

“So find out,” he scolded. “Before you jump to conclusions.”

“If it had anything to do with me, don’t you think he would’ve shown me?” Rain pointed out. “Especially since you think my mark is so obvious.”

Your mark is so obvious, Sky thought, resolving not to say that particular thought out loud.

“Maybe you should talk to him,” Sky suggested. “Instead of freaking out and jumping to conclusions.”

“Yeah, okay,” Rain sighed. “I’ll talk to him.”

-----

“I can’t believe you haven’t talked to him.”

“What am I supposed to say?” Rain whined, glaring down at his phone.

“How have you not thought of anything?” Sky asked desperately. “It’s been a month,” he added, trying not to think about the fact that he hadn’t spoken to Prapai for much longer.

“It has not,” Rain said crossly.

“Basically,” Sky countered, plopping down beside him on the floor. He craned his neck so he could read the text Rain was forlornly staring at.

Payu 🌪️ Any chance of lunch next Tuesday? I know you’re busy, so no worries if not.

“Oh my god,” Sky complained, giving Rain a look. “You’re totally freaking him out.”

“No, I’m not,” Rain argued. “Look, he said ‘no worries’. He doesn’t even care if he sees me,” he finished, a hint of reproach creeping into his voice.

“No worries does not mean no worries,” Sky insisted. “It just means he’s decided to pretend everything’s fine. Even when it’s, y’know, clearly not.”

Rain gave him an evaluating look and Sky gave him a reassuring nod.

“Just talk to him,” he reiterated. Rain wavered for a minute before returning his attention to his phone, tapping out a response and showing it to Sky before he sent it.

Rain 🌧 hey phi! sorry i haven’t been super responsive. school got crazy 😢 lunch on tuesday sounds good! ☺️

Sky nodded his approval, and Rain sent the text, practically flinging his phone away from him as soon as he did so. He groaned, falling dramatically into Sky’s lap, who was fighting the urge to snicker.

“It’s gonna be fine,” Sky reassured him. “You’ll feel better after you talk.” There was a muffled moaning noise from his lap that Sky hoped was a form of affirmation. Rain’s phone dinged from across the floor, and both their heads shot up immediately. Rain scrambled out of his lap and made his way to the phone, wordlessly showing it to Sky.

Payu 🌪️ No worries, we’ve all been there.I’ll see you Tuesday. ♥️

“See?” Sky gestured at the phone screen, giving Rain a knowing look.

“See what?” Rain asked, frowning.

“He’s sending you hearts!” Sky said, exasperated.

“That could mean anything,” Rain disagreed. “I send you hearts all the time.”

“That’s different,” Sky argued. Rain just shrugged, clearly not swayed. He sauntered over to the couch, plopping himself down and staring at his phone. Sky wondered if he was actually doing something, or just staring at the text, but reminded himself that it was none of his business.

His own phone chimed in his pocket.

Prapai I know you’re busy with school ♥️Maybe I could bring you dinner sometime?

That feeling was back again. The one he got everytime Prapai tried to bring him food, or offered to help him study, or the time he’d pulled Sky out of a motorcycle’s path. He did his best to shut it down, determined not to respond. For some reason, he couldn’t help scrolling up, looking at their text history.

Prapai Did you like the flowers? They reminded me of you.

Sky No. I threw them out.

Prapai So cold. 😢😢😢 I’ll send better ones next time.

-----

Prapai Good luck on your presentation! Sending positive energy 😃😃😃

PrapaiHow’d it go??

Sky None of your business.

-----

Prapai Study hard! But don’t forget to eat, okay?I’ll send food if you let me know what you want.

SkyDon’t send food.

Prapai You need to eat! Korean?

SkyP’Pai, I’m serious.

Prapai I’m just going to send something random if you don’t tell me…

SkyI already ate.

Prapai Next time, then.

-----

Prapai It’s pouring… 😞😞

SkyIs this my fault?

Prapai I don’t have anyone to cuddle with… 😞😞

-----

Sky couldn't help a smile as he was scrolling through, but it faded slowly as he got to their more recent texts. For two months, he’d done his best to ignore Prapai, which had led to a solid block of text taking up the left-hand side of the screen.

Prapai Payu told me you were sick. Hope you’re feeling better now. ♥️♥️♥️

Prapai How’s your paper coming?

Prapai Are you doing okay?

Prapai Saw this at the market today. Reminded me of you. ☺️[image attached]

Prapai How was your trip home?

Prapai It’s a beautiful day today ☁️The sky’s almost as pretty as you ♥️[image attached]

Prapai Can’t wait to see you at the party! ♥️♥️♥️

Prapai I miss you.

Without meaning to, he started to tap out a response, finger hovering over the send button for a second before he changed his mind and deleted it.

Sky I miss you too.

-----

“Just go. You’ll be fine,” Sky encouraged, barely looking up from his textbook.

“Yeah, okay,” Rain was looking miserable again, and Sky felt it tug on his heartstrings a little. He sighed and stood up, discarding his textbook as he did so.

“C’mere,” he said, pulling Rain into a tight hug. “It’ll be fine,” he reiterated, rubbing a soothing hand down Rain’s back.

“Okay,” Rain mumbled into his chest, sounding slightly more confident.

He returned to his studying once Rain was gone, doing his best not to check his phone every five minutes. It would be fine. Rain would talk to Payu, and they’d get everything sorted out. And if they didn’t, Sky was giving up and bashing their heads together until they got on the same page.

Less than an hour later, his phone chimed from where it was lying on the couch beside him. Luckily for him, no one was there to see the fact that he nearly fell off the couch diving for it.

Rain ok fine u were right 💛💛💛[image attached]

Sky couldn’t help but smile at the picture, which was a selfie of Rain and Payu, arms wrapped around each other as they grinned at the camera.

Sky I told you so.

Rain 🖕🖕🖕

Sky 😢😢😢

Rain 💛💛💛

He shook his head as he put his phone away, figuring Rain would want to focus on Payu now that they’d finally figured their shit out. He went back to studying, unable to keep a smile off his face. It was probably a good thing Rain wasn’t there to see it. He’d never hear the end of it otherwise. His phone chimed again, and he grabbed it with a snort, expecting another picture of Rain and Payu or some more emojis.

Prapai Can I call you?

His heart started beating faster against his will, wondering what Prapai wanted. Without fully thinking it through, he texted back his acquiescence, regretting it immediately when his phone started to ring.

“Hi, P’Pai,” he answered, doing his best to keep his tone steady despite how wildly his heart was pounding.

“Sky,” Pai replied immediately. There was something off about his voice, but it was hard for Sky to place, especially since they hadn’t spoken in so long. “It’s nice to hear your voice,” he added. Sky bit his tongue rather than echo the sentiment. Just because it was true didn’t mean Prapai needed to know that.

“Did you need something?” he asked, instantly cringing at how curt his words sounded. “I mean,” he adjusted, “was there something you wanted to talk about?” His tone was lighter now, more casual, and he made a mental note to keep it that way.

“Rain and Payu,” Prapai said, as though that explained anything. Sky waited patiently for him to continue. “I mean, I’m assuming Rain texted you, or…” he trailed off, dragging out the last word hesitantly.

“That they’re soulmates?” Sky double checked, figuring it was most likely what Pai meant. Besides, if he didn’t know, that wouldn’t be true for long anyway.

“Exactly,” Prapai confirmed. “And I don’t want…” he trailed off again, and Sky waited for him to go on. He didn’t.

“You don’t want…?” Sky prompted him.

“I don't want you to be uncomfortable,” he clarified.

“Well, that’s new,” Sky reacted automatically, regretting it as soon as he had. He was supposed to be keeping things civil, dammit.

“I didn’t mean—” Prapai started, at the same time Sky was talking.

“Sorry, sorry,” he said, overlapping Prapai.

“Look,” Prapai started. “Now that they’ve figured it out, they’ll be spending even more time together.”

“Okay,” Sky agreed, a hint of confusion in his voice.

“And they’ll both be inviting their friends,” Prapai continued. Sky saw where he was going with this.

“And, what?” he asked, his tone frustrated. “You’re gonna tell me that I need to go and be a supportive friend? And put up with you being a dick?”

Silence.

So much for civility.

“Um, no,” Prapai finally spoke. “I was gonna say we should talk about it now. Because I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. But I don’t want you to feel like you can’t go because…I’ll be there.”

Oh. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” Sky said, trying to keep his voice level. The only saving grace was that Pai couldn’t see his embarrassment over the phone.

“So maybe we could switch off?” Pai suggested. “I mean,” he hurried to explain. “Obviously, I want to see you,” he clarified, “but I understand if you…don’t want to.”

“Okay,” Sky said again, feeling vaguely as if someone was playing an increasingly complex practical joke on him.

“But I promise to behave!” Prapai added on, all in a rush. “Y’know, if we are both there…”

“Okay.” Apparently, that was the only word left in Sky’s vocabulary.

“Okay, like you want to switch off, or okay, like you trust me to behave?” Prapai asked. Sky could detect a note of excitement, and he couldn’t help but mentally compare Prapai to some sort of puppy. Perhaps a golden retriever.

“Okay, like we’ll see,” Sky finally said. “I’ll show up when I’m free, and you can do the same. And if there are…issues, then we’ll figure something out.”

“Okay!” Prapai agreed at once, his tone incredibly cheerful.

“Okay.”

-----

It was not okay.

Sky was sitting in a booth, watching Prapai chat happily with Sig and Por, wondering what the hell was going on. Apparently, not seeing Prapai in person for a couple months was having some sort of strange effect on him. Currently, he seemed unable to tear his eyes away from him. The exception to this was, of course, every time Prapai looked at him, when he suddenly found himself fixated on the clock, or a particularly interesting bit of the wall.

This all came to a head about an hour in, when Prapai finally came over to him. The fact that he’d managed to last this long had been a surprise, and not a particularly pleasant one, which was its own surprise.

“Hey,” Prapai gave him an awkward smile as he sat down across from Sky.

“Hi,” he replied, fighting to keep his tone carefully neutral.

“Are you—” Prapai cut himself off with a sigh. “I mean, do you want—should I leave?” he finally asked. Sky blinked at him. “Right,” he nodded, hastily standing up.

“What?” Sky’s brain came back online, and he tugged Prapai back down by his wrist. “What?” he reiterated, feeling as though he’d missed a few sentences at some point.

“You looked uncomfortable,” Prapai said, his brow furrowed. “And you’re over here alone,” he added. “I don’t want you to feel like you can’t talk to your friends.” He shrugged as he glanced back over at Sig and Por, and Sky couldn’t help but snort.

“You’re not—” he let out a short laugh and shook his head. “It’s fine,” he reassured Prapai, taking a sip of his drink.

“You kept looking over,” Prapai pressed. Something must have showed in Sky’s expression before he quickly schooled his face into nonchalance, because Prapai leaned in, curious. “Sky?” He raised an eyebrow.

“You were all being very loud,” Sky pointed out drily, taking another sip of his drink to hide his expression.

“Okay,” Prapai said, grinning widely. Sky fought the urge to kick him in the shins, figuring it would only give his position away further.

“Go away,” he shooed Pai, hoping he seemed put out. “I was having a nice time.”

“While you were looking at me?” Prapai pressed, not even trying to fight back his smile.

“Before you were bothering me,” Sky emphasized, rolling his eyes.

“Suure.” Prapai threw his hands in the air as he stood up. “Whatever you have to tell yourself!” he called over his shoulder as he walked away.

Sky rolled his eyes again.

-----

“I can get it,” Payu offered, leaning in to brush a practically non-existent bit of food off Rain’s upper lip.

Sky couldn’t but look over at Prapai, who was wearing a pained look that he was pretty sure matched his own. He raised an eyebrow and Prapai snorted, shaking his head. Sky bit back a smile before realizing what he was doing, tearing his gaze away and pretending to focus on his food.

Halfway through lunch, Payu took his jacket off and draped it around Rain’s shoulders when he commented on the weather. Sky rolled his eyes hard enough that it actually hurt a little, laughing under his breath when Prapai leveled a disbelieving expression at him.

Shit. He was doing it again.

He broke eye contact, pulling his phone out as a distraction and pretending to be preoccupied. This failed when, a moment later, a text popped up.

Prapai Do you think they remember we’re here?

Against his will, he broke into a smile, exhaling a laugh as he read the text. Prapai was grinning at him when he looked up, and he quickly turned his attention back to the food.

Or, he tried to. It wasn’t his fault Rain and Payu were so cutesy. And he needed someone to commiserate with him.

It was probably best if that person wasn’t Prapai, though. In the future.

-----

The next time they went out for lunch, Sky was determined to avoid eye contact.

This worked for a while. Until it didn’t.

At some point, he found himself caught up in a conversation, animatedly telling Prapai all about his most irritating professor.

“Again?” Prapai asked.

“Yes,” Sky grouched, huffing out a sigh. “It’s ridiculous! It’s like he wants us to suffer.”

“Definitely,” Pai agreed easily, a small smile appearing on his lips. “Do you want any of this?” He gestured at his plate, and Sky nodded without really considering it. Besides, it looked really good. “Here,” Prapai said, leaning closer and holding out his fork. Sky allowed, only realizing mid-bite that he was letting Prapai feed him. He pulled back quickly, turning his attention back to his own food and the conversation back to his professor.

“And he scolded Rain just for asking a question,” he carried on, ignoring his blush as he stared determinedly down at his plate.

“Terrible,” Prapai agreed, the wide grin across his face at odds with his words.

“Terrible,” Sky echoed.

-----

“It’s no problem, really,” Prapai insisted, blinking up at him.

It was a problem, actually. But he was pretty sure that if he told Prapai that, he’d never hear the end of it.

“Fine,” he said, accepting defeat.

“Awesome,” Prapai grinned. “Hop on,” he said, patting the seat behind him.

Sky tried to keep his expression neutral as he climbed on, hesitantly wrapping his arms around Prapai’s waist. Pai clearly didn’t mind, though, grabbing his wrists and tightening his hold so that they were sitting pressed up against each other.

The second they started moving, Sky was no longer thinking about that. Instead, he was thinking about what the likelihood was of him flying off the motorcycle and getting hit by a car. Or a truck. Or another motorcycle. He tightened his hold involuntarily, privately thinking that Prapai was utterly insane for regularly choosing this as a method of transportation.

A car passed them at what felt like inches away, and he buried his face in Prapai’s back, intent on ignoring his surroundings until they stopped moving. One way or another.

By the time that happened, his nervous system had apparently been so fried that it couldn’t tell the difference.

“Sky?” Prapai prompted, squeezing one of his hands. “We’re here.”

“Okay,” Sky said, his voice muffled where his head was still pressed up against Prapai’s back.

Pai let out a little snort at that, and Sky flicked his hand, half-smiling when Prapai whined.

“I mean, I’m perfectly okay staying like this,” Prapai admitted, running a thumb over the back of his hand.

“Gimme a second,” Sky told him, willing his heart to stop beating so quickly.

They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity before Sky finally calmed down enough to pull away. As soon as they both stood up, Prapai pulled him in close, running a soothing hand down his back. Sky allowed it.

“Sorry,” he said, actually sounding it. “I thought you’d like it.”

“Mhmm,” Sky responded, still in somewhat of a daze.

“I’ll walk you in,” Prapai decided. Sky decided to allow that, too.

By the time they were at Sky’s door, he was alert enough to fish out his keys, giving Pai a scathing look when he tried to follow him in.

“But I gave you a ride!” Pai pointed out, pouting.

“I didn’t like it,” Sky reminded him, half-rolling his eyes.

“You liked holding me,” Pai teased, taking a step closer.

Sky closed the door on him.

-----

“Do you like them?” Prapai asked. He had a cheeky smile on his face, clearly already aware of the answer from the soft look on Sky’s face.

“Not really,” he dismissed, lifting the flowers higher so Pai couldn’t see as much of his face. “I prefer sunflowers.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Pai returned easily. “For next time.”

-----

“They should make these bigger,” Prapai groused.

Sky did his best not to laugh at Pai’s expression, his brow furrowed as he tried to fit two tiny pieces of balsa together.

“Then the model would have to be bigger,” Sky pointed out easily. Prapai pouted at the truth, and Sky bit back a smile.

“Let me see what you’re doing,” Pai suggested. “I’ll learn from the master.”

Sky just shook his head when he felt Prapai’s chin settle atop his right shoulder a moment later, but did nothing to dislodge the intruder. He fell into an easy rhythm, flowing through his work and making good progress. Prapai murmured occasional questions to him, which he mostly answered in an absentminded fashion. He didn’t pull back from Sky until he decided that they needed to eat and went to order food.

As soon as he was gone, Sky could feel his absence. Mostly physically, since he no longer had Pai’s chin poking him in the shoulder or his warmth pressed up against his back. He straightened up, trying to banish that thought from his mind.

Prapai came back in a minute later, plopping himself down and reclaiming his previous position. Sky did his best to ignore the fact that he was pressing back into the touch. Prapai wrapped his arms around Sky’s waist, and he let it happen.

When the food came, Prapai groaned.

“I don’t wanna get up,” he complained, before doing just that.

Sky watched him go, scowling internally at the traitorous part of him that wanted Prapai to come back and hold him.

“Here you go,” Pai said cheerfully, setting a dish down carefully on one of the only free areas of the table.

He took the place next to Sky, rather than behind him, about a foot of distance between them. Before he could think better of it, Sky reached out and tugged on his arm, giving him a reproachful look. Prapai had a surprised expression on his face that slowly melted in happiness as he scooched over to Sky. Their legs pressed up against each other, and Sky fought back a smile.

He gave Prapai a little look, daring him to say something.

He didn’t. That was probably for the best.

-----

“I’ll be fine,” Sky insisted.

“Just take it. I’ll pull the car around,” Prapai argued, pushing the jacket into his arms.

“Then you should take it to the car,” Sky pointed out, his voice rising in volume as Prapai rushed out the door. He sighed, giving in and slipping the jacket on over his uniform as he peered out the window to watch the downpour.

As soon as he pulled up, Pai was out of the car with an umbrella, hurrying over to the door. Sky sighed before stepping outside, giving him a slight glare.

“You’re soaked,” he informed Prapai.

“You’re not,” he returned easily, grinning widely.

Sky climbed into the car, still caught between irritated and pleased. Hopefully, Prapai only caught on to one of those emotions.

By the time they made it to Sky’s apartment, his anger had faded, partially due to the fact that the jacket smelled very much like Prapai.

“Let me walk you in,” Pai said, hopping out of the car without waiting for an answer.

Sky rolled his eyes fondly, opening his door to find Prapai already there with the umbrella. He didn’t expect Prapai to walk him all the way up to his apartment, but he wasn’t complaining, either.

“P’Pai!” he called, stepping back out into the hallway. “You forgot your jacket.”

“Keep it!” Prapai insisted, jogging backwards to the stairs. “I’ll get it back whenever.”

Sky wanted to argue, but Prapai was practically gone. He shrugged, going back inside his apartment and glancing around, despite the fact that he lived alone. He buried his nose in the collar of the jacket, inhaling deeply.

Shit.

-----

“Yes, it is,” Sky insisted.

“Skyyyy,” Rain stretched his name out, raising an eyebrow at him. “It’s not. It’s fine. It’s good!”

“It’s not good,” Sky grumbled.

“You like him,” Rain reminded him.

“That’s the problem,” Sky doubled down. Rain rolled his eyes in a fairly passable imitation of Sky.

“Sky,” he started, scooting a little closer and looking him in the eye. “You’re being me right now.”

Sky huffed at that, knowing exactly what Rain was referring to. “This is completely different,” he told Rain haughtily.

“You’re pretending that you don’t like your soulmate, when you actually do. And you haven’t even talked about being soulmates, because you can’t handle that conversation,” Rain said, extremely matter-of-factly.

Sky gasped in response, despite the fact that it was completely true. “That is completely untrue,” he said flatly.

Rain gave him a look, and he deflated.

“Okay, fine,” he admitted grudgingly. “What the hell am I supposed to do about it?”

“Talk to him!” Rain cried immediately, rising up to his knees to flick Sky on the forehead.

“Ow,” Sky said pointedly, swatting his hand away. “And no.”

Yeah, he was definitely not going to be doing that.

-----

“It looks good,” Prapai said, looking up from his laptop long enough to survey Sky’s latest model.

Sky made a noncommittal noise, tilting his head slightly as he stared at his work. He glanced back down at his notes before he continued building. The oversized shirt he was wearing started falling off one shoulder and he pulled it back up with an annoyed huff.

Prapai’s phone started ringing, and he hurried into the kitchen to answer it. Sky rolled his eyes a little, secretly smiling at the fact that he was so determined not to be a distraction. To be fair, Sky had threatened to kick him out if he became one. The threat was an entirely empty one, to be sure, but Prapai didn’t know that. Besides, he was always a distraction.

Prapai wandered back in a few minutes later, plopping down on the couch and pulling his computer back onto his lap. Sky continued with his model, trying to mentally calculate how much work he had left to do. His sleeves started slipping down his arms, and he intently pushed them back up to his elbows.

“Do you want to go to that museum thing with Rain and Payu?” Prapai asked, a moment after his phone dinged.

“Um…” Sky said, trying to recall whether he’d been told anything about a museum.

“The new exhibit,” Prapai clarified. “Downtown. I think it’s supposed to be—” he stopped mid-sentence, and Sky glanced at him to see what was wrong.

His eyes were wide, his gaze firmly fixed on Sky’s back. Or rather, the back of his shoulder. It took a few seconds for that to sink in, but Sky eventually realized his shirt had slipped all the way off of his right shoulder.

He craned his neck to confirm that his mark was, indeed, on display. Shit.

Prapai didn’t say anything, and Sky silently cursed himself for being so careless. They’d been getting along better lately, but he hadn’t wanted Prapai see his mark until they were on more stable ground.

“P’Pai?” he ventured, trying to read his facial expression. Nothing. Totally blank.

Prapai didn’t say anything, but Sky’s voice at least seemed to snap him out of whatever trancelike state he’d been in. He blinked, his eyes shifting to look directly into Sky’s.

“I—” he started, before cutting himself off. He shifted off the couch onto the ground, moving slowly, and his gaze moved back to Sky’s mark. “Can I—?” he asked, hesitantly lifting a hand.

Sky nodded wordlessly, shivering when Pai’s fingers brushed the mark a moment later. He traced the image with his thumb, not saying a word.

“P’Pai?” Sky asked again.

Prapai tore his gaze away from the mark to look him in the eyes. “It is you,” he said. His tone was soft, but Sky couldn’t help but hear a note of accusation.

He nodded mutely in response, fully prepared for an argument, or an admonishment, or for Prapai to just leave. He was not prepared for Prapai to lean in and press a gentle kiss to his soulmark.

He shivered again, and Prapai pulled away, only to lean back in, his face inches from Sky’s.

“Are you…okay?” he finally said, struggling to get the words out. “I know you didn’t want me to know.”

“I’m okay,” Sky breathed out, feeling the truth of his words as they were spoken. “I was just…scared.” They were close enough that Sky could feel each of Prapai’s breaths. “Sorry,” he added on. “I shouldn’t have—”

He couldn’t finish his sentence, because Prapai had closed the gap and was kissing him firmly. It took him a second to register it, but he responded in kind as soon as he had, grabbing aimlessly at Prapai.

They separated after a minute, Prapai smiling wider than Sky had seen before. He couldn’t help his own smile, very aware of the fact that he was also blushing. Pai shook his left hand slightly, and Sky realized that he had apparently grabbed one of Prapai’s fingers and was still holding on to it. He blushed harder, quickly dropping Pai’s hand and looking away.

Prapai just moved in closer, grabbing Sky’s hand back and pulling it into his lap.

“P’Pai!” Sky scolded him, mostly on instinct.

“You can’t blame me,” Pai insisted. “It’s a special occasion.”

Sky allowed the behavior, not even protesting when Prapai used the hold on Sky’s hand to practically drag him into his lap.

“C’mere,” he murmured, bringing a hand up to gently cup Sky’s face. He went easily, before a thought occurred to him.

“Hold on,” he said, climbing out of Pai’s lap to grab for his phone.

“For what?” Pai pouted.

“I have to text Rain!”

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