#also lmao as soon as i get off the call kitty rolls over and looks all cute n snugly lol SDBJKBDKJLNKJLG

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[satoru-is-the-way]

Spoilers for Avatar 2!!

Avatar! Rick Quaritch x Navi reader

"Given Enough "

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TRIGGER WARNINGS: Angst, Mentions of Dead, Killing in a sort, depression, and maybe some more not sure I'll add it I find one!

Also lowkey not proofread lmao. ..Also this does Include Mayan language and such because me trying to represent my peeps. Love you fam...but low key had to add the flying bison 😭 y'all don't @ me

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 -Flying is lesson one

Quaritch wakes up only to meet (Y/n) beautiful eyes gazing down at him. Yesterday felt like a dream. He never imagined himself to be in this position. But anything to make Jake Sully pay for his sins. “Lik'en,” She said. He looked confused at her. “Get up.” (Y/n) repeats in a more annoyed tone. “We will have to teach you our language. You are like a baby. You know nothing of our ways.” This earned a simple eye roll.

“So I assume we will be going over the language barrier today?” He stood up slowly standing a whole foot taller than (Y/n). Mastering the language would be the hardest part; everything else he figures would be easy. In the marine core, they trained him for many scenarios, but the likes of Pandora had not been one. But how hard could it be? “Unless you have something else in mind, princess.” He grins a flirty tone. (Y/n) looked down. 

“No, first we eat and then we ride.” She comments. Quaritch follows her. She tossed him a rather odd fruit-like food. It resembles a dragon fruit but on a much larger scale. “Lesson one is flying.” Quaritch chuckled.

“I already have that down with my Ikran.” He bit down on the fruit taking in its sweet flavor. He truly liked Pandor and could not wait until it belong to them. 

(Y/n) chuckled also eating her fruit as they walked through the village. “No, I am talking about another animal. Bigger, stronger, and faster than any Ikran. We use the Ikran for many tasks. But  Kamimaljuyú has another way of flight. They are part of our clan and have been since the dawn of time.” She called out for her Ikran who soon arrived along with Quaritchs. “We have many sub-villages in our large domain. However, these creatures live farther out to the east.”

“SISTER!” Called (Y/n)’s younger brother landing beside her Ikran. “The Mamífero Ka’anal’s have just given birth hurry!” Quaritch has never seen anyone this happy before. He took a mental note that these Mamífero Ka’anals could be a weak point in this clan. He nods over to (Y/n) and they both take off flying deeper into the clan’s territory. Quaritch knew he hit the jackpot landing here. If he could mate with the Princess all of this land, people, and warriors could be his to command. “Hurry before the children find their soul animal.” Her brother, Balam, smiled. Quaritch’s eyes widen and his ears go back once the large creatures come into sight.

The humans had very little information about this creature. He could remember the small paragraph written over these ‘Sky Bison’ in human terminology. They were large animals of the sky, they belong to the air clans, every ten years they could be seen on migration, and they would disappear into the mountains never to be seen again. They land next to other Ikrans. He noticed many children possibly around 9 years old gather at the edge with food in hand.

“What the hell are they?” He asked. (Y/n) smiled softly seeing the baby Mamífero Ka’anal’s fly around their mothers. 

“They are the Mamífero Ka’anals Great warriors in the sky. Or as your people might call them Sky Bison’s as they resemble an earth creature. They are part of our family.”

“Why are the children here?” He asked, walking closer toward the edge. An animal like this in a war would be unstoppable. 

“In our tribe when children turn a certain age they are given more responsibility and utilities before they reach adulthood. Such as this. New Mamífero Ka’anal’s are brought here. The child and the Mamífero Ka’anal bond for life. Much like the Ikran, they will never have another owner. But if their companion dies they can ever fly again.”

“What do you mean by never flying again?” He asked watching the newborns fly down to the Navi children. They were so small and innocent, weak. An easy target. (Y/n)’s ears lay back thinking of the sad times a Navi died before their sky bison. “Did…I say something wrong?” He touched her hand. 

“No, it is a very sad time. We bond with the Mamífero Ka’anal for life. It is more than a connection to an Ikran. They become part of our family, we are friends for life on a spiritual level. If we are in danger they can sense it and vice versa. Our bond with them is sacred and blessed by Eywa.  If a Mamífero Ka’anal dies we can never choose another. But if a Navi dies before the Mamífero Ka’anal’s…” (Y/n) paused, “The animal gives up their will to live. It’s cruel and unfair how they work differently. They will lose all motivation to fly, live, and be happy. They will not eat or drink. Normally to avoid the torture of starvation we perform a ritual in front of Eywa and kill the animal in a humane way before we return them to her. Then they can live in eternal happiness alone alongside their companion.” (Y/n) whipped the tears which fell from her large (e/c) orbs. He felt bad not for the animals or Navi but for seeing her cry. The colonel shook his head trying to stop feeling sympathy for the enemy. Her beauty meant nothing in the end because his goal is to kill Jake’s whole family. 

“Hey, Princess, don't cry. In the end, they are happy, right? They don't suffer anymore. They are returned to their family.” He tried to comfort her which seemed to work. “So…do I get one?”

“Yes, but there are very few adults. Sadly in some cases when a Navi child does not make it to age, there are some who are left over. It is harder to bond at an older age. Mainly catching them but I can help you with that.” She clears her throat. “First be thinking of a unique call.”

“So these Bison respond to a certain call?”

“Yes, they do. Watch and listen.” (Y/n) cupped her hand over her mouth calling out to her bison (this sound). The colonel listened and looked to see the bison come for their master. Soon the large creature called back, flying towards the floating land. “Hurry!” She yelled running towards the edge of the floating rock before jumping off. 

“Fucking hell!” He yelled before following the Navi princess. How did she land smoothing on top of the Bison? "SHIT!" He yelled, landing with a thud on the animal's back. She laughed and walked up onto the large creature's head connecting her queue to him. He gripped onto the bison's fur. 

"Áramà! My beautiful girl! I want you to meet someone." (Y/n) smiled as the bison flew down to the ground below. 

"Was jumping off the cliff necessary?" 

"For dramatic purposes…Yes it was." She laughed jumping down. Quaritch follows examining the animal. He looked for weak spots. This creature would be a nightmare to fight. "Áramà this is Rick Quaritch." (Y/n) said. The Bison leaned over sniffing the Colonel. 

"Hello there. Áramà is it?" He was supposed to treat this animal like a native. It seemed intelligent. Rick noticed the silent communication Áramà had with (Y/n) maybe their bond is on a spiritual level. "So girl where is the other at?" He asked reaching up to pet the female Mamífero Ka’anal. She looked at Rick before glancing at (Y/n) making a few sounds that sent the Navi into laughter. "What's so funny?"

(Y/n) chuckled," She said she cannot wait to watch you fail." The colonel looks at the bison and huffs. 

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Currently (Y/n) , Rick, Balam, and Áramà are above an unclaimed bison. "So Balam , she is your sibling?" 

"Yes I am younger though. Now focus. You have to drop down and make the connection quick." Balam instructed. "Or else it will not work. Just try and think gentle happy thoughts when connecting. Calm and command the Mamífero Ka’anal. When you are done I will help you fly him." Balam said. Quaritch nods looking at (Y/n).

“What do you say, give me a kiss for good luck, princess?” This caused (Y/n) to smirk and move closer lips near his. Quaritch felt his heart race ear going back.

“I said dont call me princess.” She then pushed him off. Quaritch yelped, falling off Áramà and turning around to land on top of his bison. It was quick how much the beast began to thrash around in an attempt to get Quaritch off his back.

“Ts'a a wóoli' yéetel beet le vínculo!”(Hurry and make the bond!) (Y/n) yelled.

“WHAT.THE.HELL.DOES.THAT.MEAN?” He called back. This was much harder than some Ikran. This beast had strength. Quaritch refused to let an animal make a fool of him. He needed to focus on the mission. With one mistake it would all crumble. With a loud war cry, he leaped forward and connected his queue to the Mamífero Ka’anal. The bull instantly settles down. “That’s it, boy.”

Balam dropped down chuckling,” Not bad for a human. I am surprised you didn’t die.” (Y/n) soon lowers her bison so they are riding side by side. 

“Now give him a name.” She smiled.

“How about Pup?” He asked, causing the siblings to chuckle.

“I like it. Now come on. Let’s teach you how to fly. They are much different from an Ikran.” (Y/n) smiled. 

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It was now nightfall and Balam returned to the village on his bison leaving Quaritch and (Y/n) alone. The pair lands on the ground side by side before descending from their bison. “So how did you feel about lesson one?” She asked, nudging his shoulder. The colonel had trouble admitting he enjoyed today. Enjoyed being with the Navi princess. Also, her brother was not so bad, her complete opposite. 

“I would be lying if I said I did not enjoy myself. Today was a different one for sure. Pup here is rather pleasant. It is so odd how…I understand him even without being bonded I feel him. Hear him. Know what he knows.” Rick did not know Navi could truly be this emotional. Have connections not only with their forest but animals. 

“Well, then tomorrow we are going to dive deeper into more traditions and our way. Including our language which you desperately need to learn.” 

“So then I get my kiss?”

“Tch, in your dreams.” She blushed.

“I am counting on it, princess.”

Chapter 3

[delicrieux]

☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 "𝚘𝚑"

PART 8: CAT BOYS 

... it’s late into the night and y/n is streaming with one of her new friends, sykkuno. running on caffeine and redbull is apparently not enough because she falls asleep on his shoulder 45 minutes into their cyberpunk gameplay. at that exact moment, twitter goes up in flames.

─── corpse husband x reader, sykkuno x reader (because i was threatened by thirsty anons) ─── soc. media + written fiction!  ─── word count: 1.8k author’s note: here it is...what yall been asking for. literally had to add a new part for this but i loved this idea sm i couldnt just nOT NOT do it. i tried writing this with the same energy as the smau lmao so expect chaos as always. hope you enjoy it and as always lmk what u think! hopefully yall wont go too feral, but tbh thats prolly too much to ask for xx EDIT: srr for the fucky format tumbler dot com is being lame 

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Such a back and forth continues for the better part of the day as you get ready. Corpse only whines a bit when you forget to text him back - you are packing, and your prestigious cat ears you bought from Amazon for 10$ deserve exquisite care - which only fuels your seemingly bottomless hunger for mischief, leading to you sneakily ignoring him more. When your phone lights up with a message, you giggle, giddy with excitement. Your laughter only gets louder and more erratic, to the point where Rae had busted down your door and threw her Hello Kitty plush at you - one you’d gotten her, mind you! - and told you to just “Shut the fuck up!”

Ungrateful. You know not everyone can appreciate your sense of humor, or stand your hyena like cackle, but that was uncalled for and you told her as much. Noting the mess your room is in (more than usual, that’s for certain), she leans onto the door frame, crossing her arms over her chest, pretty brown eyes twinkling curiously, “Where you off to?”

“So I had this idea-” You start, but are promptly shut down with a raise of her palm.

“Already know it’s a bad one.”

Insulted, and hurt, you clutch your heart. As if she had not mocked you enough today, “Rae...The hell, that’s so mean...” You mutter, face scrunching into a soft frown, “I only wanted to tell you what me and Syk thought of.”

“Oh?” Intrigued, she raises a brow, “Continue.”

“Gee, thanks for letting me this time.” You mumble, rolling your eyes, “So. We thought we’d stream together. The catch? In the same room! We’ll be playing Cyberpunk. Gotta cash in while the hype is still up.” You add, making her snort, “And, ya know, the whole cat boy business...We’ll be wearing matching cat ears. Admit it, I’m a genius.”

She’s quiet for a moment, mulling over your words; you can practically see the gears in her head turning. She glances around the room, then briefly at you, strangely apprehensive. “You sure that’s a good idea?”

Well, that is definitely not what you expected her to say. You figured it’d be more along the lines of you’d be one ugly cat. “Huh?” Is all you manage to stutter, “What do you mean?”

She gives you a look, one all people give when something is so plainly obvious, “Y/n. You do know the stans will go wild, right? And you do remember our conversation involving Corp-”

“Nope!” You exclaim cheerily with a bright smile to match. You don’t want to think about that. The relationship between you and Corpse is strictly platonic, and besides, seeing Twitter loosing their shit is always funny, and you never miss an opportunity to mess with your fans. Sykkuno is also a good friend, albeit a new one. This supposed flirting from Corpse’s end Rae deduced was nothing more than her projecting her feelings onto the situation. She always liked shoujo anime and was probably thinking one was happening right in front of her. Not a chance. Corpse was just being a friendly crackhead. Your energies mesh beautifully.

Like, beautifully in a strictly friend way. Absolutely nothing more than that.

She gives up, naturally, arguing with a wall would be more productive than arguing with you. You’re such a (Zodiac sign).

“Well,” She mumbles, ticking her head to the side, leaning off of the door frame and turning to leave, “Don’t say I didn’t tell you so.”

Your grin melts as soon as she leaves. Glancing at your bag, you shove your last necessities in with newfound hesitance. 

Nothing bad will happen, right?

...Right?

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It is well past the generally set “appropriate” time to hang out, but since quarantine, what is appropriate anymore anyway? You’ve never been in Sykkuno’s apartment, but now that you’re here it’s...strangely him. Every corner seems tailored to his specific requirements. It’s cozy, and pleasantly warm - it’s a bit chilly in LA, as surprising as that is.

He’s even shyer than you remember him being. And a whole lot more awkward, but in an endearing way, a way that makes you want to laugh and try to reassure him that it’s just you and he has nothing to worry about. While you hung out only once, the history you share is rich and tender. From him following you on Twitter and subsequently prematurely ending your stream, to kidnapping a stray cat affectionately named Juan. His long lost brother, Juan (no the Second, just Juan), lives in your Minecraft server. 

His stream room is sadly bare. There’s an appalling lack of merch or fairy lights. Not even led-lights. It’s a good thing you brought your own. As you try to decided which color would be best - his signature lime green, reminiscent of his adorable Among Us astronaut, or, perhaps, mischievous violet? - he boots the game and tweets out a quick “streaming with y/n in ten mins! come one come all!” 

“You should probably tell your fans, too.” He mumbles, looking somewhere above your shoulder. You settle with cherry blossom pink. Glancing at him, you shrug.

“Ah, do it for me, please?”

“Oh!” He hiccups, “Uhm, I wouldn’t want to pry and I don’t know your password and-”

“It doesn’t have a password.” You had removed it, knowing something like this would happen. Bless your foresight, you did not want him to know it was demonspiitinmymouth. Before he could protest further, you rush to the nearest mirror to put on your cat ears and make sure they aren’t crooked. You look absolutely adorable. The cat boys in your dms will go feral. Hell, you might just go feral looking at yourself! Sykkuno is not ready. No one is. This will be a stream to remember.

When you return (with flourish of course), he’s anxiously fidgeting by his computer, his own little cat ears, one’s he wore for the Halloween stream, peaking out from his silky brown hair. You have to suppress a squeal. When he catches you gaze he gives the kindest, sweetest little smile.

“They, uh--” He points at you, then decides it’s rude to point, bringing his hand back to his lap, then clutching his mouse, lastly releasing a sound stuck between a chuckle and a wheeze, “suit you, uhm, a lot!” He finishes with a resolute nod, quickly spinning in his chair and away from you.

This is the reaction you desired. All is going according to plan. Is this what God feels like? If not, then you pity her. She’s missing out.

Taking a seat next to him - he had been gracious enough to haul you a spare chair from the kitchen - you draw closer, and he, instinctively, shrinks away with another nervous chuckle. 

“You have, uhm... I-I didn’t look!” He quickly chimes. You raise a brow, “Uhm, unopened messages? From Corpse? He texted you when I was tweeting! I didn’t mean to look, I’m sorry-”

Instantly, you recall the famous vine with the scandalous “daddy chill” line, though refrain from saying it aloud. You love havoc, but you’re not evil (Rae would ardently disagree with you, though). Instead, you just shrug, “’S fine, don’t worry. I’ll text him back later. Let’s start?”

He nods, but doesn’t look at you. Granted, you don’t think he glanced at you even once since you returned, “...Okay. Ready?”

“Ready!”

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You’re much too immersed into the game and Sykkuno’s twitch chat to even check what’s happening on Twitter, but your estimated guess is that everyone’s going crazy. The stream chat is unruly as well, but missing the signature Twitter spark. Most of the chaos is bravely lead by your fans. Sykkuno’s, much like the man himself, are too nice to scream so unabashedly.

Perhaps you excitement had been a bit too taxing, perhaps drinking 5 coffees and 2 energy drinks today and not enough water are to blame for the sudden drowsiness you’re feeling, but you can’t focus on the swimming chat or the abundance of cut-scenes at the starting point of the game. You steadily draw nearer and he, more composed in front of his audience, doesn’t react. About ten more minutes of hoovering by his shoulder and muttering soft commentary, and you feel yourself slipping.

The last coherent thought you have is a few choice words directed at caffeine itself for having the opposite effect of you at the worst time possible.

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You float in oblivion for perhaps ten minutes at best. Once you awake with a startle, you shower Sykkuno in shy apologies and he quickly reassures you that it’s fine and that he didn’t mind at all!

“Though,” He adds after a thoughtful pause, “not sure if it was very, uh, comfortable?”

His stream chat spams uwu and variations of similar kind. The stream continues for a few more hours before the both of you wish everyone a good night. 

While you planned on wreaking absolute havoc, this sudden falling asleep was unexpected. You pondered the consequences of such an innocent, unplanned act whilst ubering home, fearing to check your phone which by now was blowing up with not only Twitter notifications but also Rae’s angry messages that vaguely read “what the fuck y/n”. Within the past two hours she had left 57 messages on all platforms collectively, including 7 calls. 

Corpse’s last text was over three hours ago.

Now that’s strange. Worry festers quickly. Briefly glancing at your surroundings - the pretty glimmer of passing street lights, neon signs, familiar buildings - you decide that it’s time to check what kind of nuclear explosion you’ve caused.

Your heart drops to the bottom of your stomach as you scroll past the hundreds of tweets and mentions. Scan through Rae’s messages. 

You had failed to prepare ahead. Every explosion of such kind is followed by nuclear winter. And Corpse’s lack of messages feels especially cold.

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Not you smiling like a fucking idiot reading his last message! You shrink into the backseat, afraid the driver will accidentally look into the rear-view mirror and see you a bit too happy before asking questions. Good news? Yeah, but it’s not like it’s his any beeswax! In the words of Rihanna, just shut up and drive. 

This argument had not yet happened, but you’re preparing, just in case. 

As you think up of potential scenarios, your eyes drill into Corpse’s goodnight text. You’ve looked at it enough. Time to turn the phone screen off. Leave the app, at the very least. When the screen dims you instantly press on it to wake it up. This is embarrassing. Maybe the deadly amount of caffeine really did mess you up, big time. Your heart races in your chest, painfully almost. You feel a bit sick. Worst of all, you can’t stop smiling.

A notification from Rae makes you snap out of it. Ah, one more demon to deal with. 

However, before you talk to her, you really need to tell Twitter that you’re not with Sykkuno. And apologize to Sykkuno as well. 

At least Corpse doesn’t hate you.

Fucking hell, just exit the chat you idiot!

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[writteninkat]

Kitten | Nanami x Reader

summary: Nanami smiles, manhandling you to flip you around. His gold plated name on your neck glistens under the red light. He parts your legs, watching as your cunt oozes out greedy amounts of slick.

word count: 2.8k

warnings: name calling (kitten, daddy), clit slapping, ass slapping, deep throating

a/n: here's a little gift to all my Nanami sinners out there lmao

<500 follower event>

Nanami noticed that you've been ordering online too much already. Just this week he found eight average sized boxes from kittenbasics. Were you planning on getting a cat?

Today has been very tiring for him. Not only has he been stabbed on his side but he also came home to an empty apartment. You had sent him a message saying you were going out with some friends tonight.

Just as he was about to close the door behind him, something caught his eye. He turns to his side and sees three more brown boxes on the floor. Frowning, he picks them up, already knowing they're uour orders. He takes them to the kitchen counter, setting them on it as he grabs a quick glass of water for himself.

As he gulps the water down, his eyes doesn't look away from the packages, curiosity getting the best of him when he sets the empty glass down and walks towards the boxes.

What shit had you been buying online that it has you glued on your computer screen almost every night?

He reads the package's description, frowning when it doesn't explain the contents inside the box. Only your address, name and contact number. Did she buy this from somewhere illegal or something?

He takes a small fruit knife from one of the drawers, pushing the blade through the packaging tape and swiftly running it across the box, cutting the tape open. He proceeds to cut the redt of the sides, softly placing the knife on the counter when he's finished.

Long, slender fingers open the covers of the box and digging through the packing peanuts, looking for the item. Alas, the pads of his thumbs and index fingers touch a velvet-like box. Nanami takes it out, furrowing his brows when he reads the intricate cursive writing on the top of the box.

Kitten basics.

He opens the box slowly, careful as to not damage what was inside. The product his gaze sat on had his heart dropping to his stomach. On a silk-covered miniature pillow inside the box rests a pink collar with his name, Nanami, sculpted in uppercase letters in gold. He takes the collar out, his member already stirring in his pants as he runs his thumb across his name.

A smirk tickles at his lips as his eyes move towards the other two boxes. After opening them both, he finds that one box had cat ears and knee socks in it while the other had a butt plug in a form of a cat's tail.

You definitely knew Nanami likes cats. And you definitely knew he loved it when she begged for him.

You come home to a dark apartment. Guessing your husband hasn't come home yet, you kick off your shoes rather drunkenly, stumbling your way to the kitchen where you gulped down a glass of water. You turn off the lights after placing the glass on the sink.

You stumble your way to your shared bedroom, furrowing your brows when you see that your led lights have been turned on and your actual lights off. Your eyes scan at the items on the bed; cat ears, a cat's tail buttplug, and- your eyes widen at the sight of the special pink chocker with your husband's gold plated name on it.

You feel strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back to his body as he breathes into your ear. "I was wondering what you've been buying online since I've been receiving many packages throughout the week." He runs his hand down your side, fingers teasing the hem of your short, black, bodycon dress.

"Care to explain what these are, kitten?" He whispers into your ear, fingers hooking under your dress, pulling it up to reveal the pink lacy thong you have on. "Leaving the house with such lewd underwear on? Were you planning on showing this to someone else?" He asks, pressing two fingers against your cunt. You press your thighs together as you shake your head, "No, daddy. All of you." You moan loudly, letting him push you on the bed.

"If you won't explain to me what these are..." Nanami picks up the buttplug, shoving it in your mouth before pushing you to lay on your back. He pulls your legs up, slender fingers hooking themselves onto your panties, pulling them down. He brings your underwear to his nose and he closes his eyes, unshamedly breathing in your scent as he looks down on you.

He pulls the buttplug out of your mouth, pressing it against your hole, teasing you. You bite your lip in anticipation, closing your eyes as you feel the plug slowly enter your ass.

"Sit up." You follow his command, pulling your legs back to sit on your heels. He takes the cat ears, putting them on you before taking the collar in his hands. "Why'd you buy this one specifically? Hmm? Kitten?" He asks, padding his thumb over your lower lip.

"Cause I belong to you." You answer, your tingue slipping out of your mouth as you sucked on his thumb, your eyes looking up at him as you hallowed your cheeks, showing him exactly how you'd suck his dick.

He growls, pushing you back down on the bed. He takes the collar, quickly putting it around your neck. He takes his time appreciating the masterpiece that is you, on his bed like this, all for him.

Slowly, he slips your dress off of you, skilfully unhooking your bra with one hand as he peppers sweet kisses all over your neck and chest, slowly traveling them down your breasts. He plays with your nipples with his tongue as his fingers twist and tug at your other one.

His tongue laps up your hardened nipples, taking them in between his terth before sucking red and purple splotches all over your soft skin. Slowly he gets up, pulling you along with him. He sits back on the bed and pushes you down onto the floor where you kneel obediently for him.

Nanami unbuckles his belt, taking it off of the hoops of his pants. He takes your hands, placing them on your back and using the belt to keep them there. He looks at you with such lust-filled eyes, his thumb playing with your lower lip.

"Put that mouth to good use, kitten." He says, leaning back as he lets you do what he asked. You look down at his pants, still buttoned and zipped up, however on the side you could see just how hard he currently is.

You lick on your lips, swallowing as you bite on his pants, undoing the button of his pants. You tug on it, pushing the button back with your tongue to take it out of the hole. You then continue to bite the zipper, your nose poking on his pelvis as you pull the zipper downwards.

You didn't want to wait any longer, you buried your face on the area where the zipper exposed your husband's boxer briefs, inhaking his musky sent as you lapped your tongue on his clothed and erected cock.

"Mmmmm so impatient I see. You want daddy's cock that bad, hmmm?" He teases, his voice so low you feel your cunt clench around your slick and nothing else. You nod your head, looking up at him with meedy eyes.

"Mmmff-fuck, okay kitten. I'll give you your reward." He takes his cock out of his underwear, his tip an angry red. You watch as he strokes his member a few times before pulling your head closer to him. You stick out your tongue, starting from the base, you like the underside of his cock, as you reach his tip you wrap your lips around it and start taking as much of his length as you can. Your fingers begin to tingle, wanting nothing more than to fondle and play with his balls at this very moment but the belt keeping your hands restrained is preventing you from doing so.

"Oh yeah baby, oh yeah... Just like that... Taking daddy's cock like the good little cockslut you are..." Nanami growls, tangling his slender fingers through your hair, tugging on it as you hear him suck in a breath.

As soon as you feel his tip press the back of your neck, you shake your head and get on your knees, pushing yourself even lower, making it your goal to reach his pubic hair with your lips. Nanami moans loudly as his cock pushes through the walls of your throat, feeling as you swallow around him. Once you feel you've taken his entire length inside your mouth, you pull away, gasping for air.

Once your lungs stop feeling like they're burning, you take him in his mouth once again, hallowing your cheeks as you bob your head up and down. Nanami throws his head back, moaning loudly as you feel him start to buck his hips upward. You push yourself lower like before a few times, when you swallow around him this time, he bucks his hips up and pulls your head down, creaming inside your throat and mouth.

You waste no time in swallowing his load. He pulls out of you and parts your mouth open, checking and then smiling to see it empty. "Such a good kitten. Love daddy's cum so much? I don't see a single drop in your mouth." He chuckles, pulling you up and throwing you on your stomach. He pulls your hips up, slapping on your ass, his eyes watching the slap causes a ripple. He slaps your ass again, and again, and again and doesn't stop until both your cheeks are a fiery red color and tears are running down your face.

"Does it hurt kitten?" He asks, rubbing a hand on your swollen bum. You shake your head, looking at him through your side. "Then why are you crying?" He sounds as if he were genuinely concerned.

"It feels too good," You sob, "Daddy."

Nanami smiles, manhandling you to flip you around. His gold plated name on your neck glistens under the red light. He parts your legs forcefully, watching as your cunt oozes out greedy amounts of slick.

Nanami lowers his face in between your thighs, his eyes trained on you as he dips his tongue in between your wet folds. You moan loudly at the feeling of his hot tongue finally against your needy cunt. You roll your hips impatiently, causing Nanami to pull away and slap your cunt.

"So impatient, kitty. Good kittens wait for their daddies to finish their meal. Now stop moving and let me have my dinner." He goes back to your cunt, lewd slurping noises fill the room along with your loud moans and mewls.

Nanami pushes his tongue in between your walls, teeth grazing against your clit, taking you by surprise. Your walls clench around his tongue, squeezing it as he furrows his brows at your orgasm.

He pulls away, scowl evident on his face as he pulls his underwear and pants down. "You came without my permission, kitty." He begins working with the buttons of his shirt, undoing them. "And you know what happens to bad kitties right?" He lines his cock against your hole, hands on each of your thighs. "Tell me, what happens to bad kitties?"

"They don't get to cum." You answer, moaning loudly at the feeling of his member entering your wet and greedy cavern. You've been married with and have been getting fucked by this man for years, and yet your tiny cunt still couldn't get used to his size.

Everytime the two of you fuck, he always stretches you open and has you feeling so full. And your little cunny always squeezes around him, making him feel every inch of your walls.

He pushes his entire length inside you, his pelvis pressing against the back of your thighs. He thrusts inside you slowly a few times to get you at least a little bit more stretched out before his pace increases and the bed is creaking.

Nanami's hands slowly run up from your stomach to your tits, playing and fondling with them before his left one retreats back to your thigh while the other creeps towards your neck. He runs a few fingers over his name before his eyes look at you- your expression.

Your eyes are glassy and your face is flushed, you have a shit eating grin across your face with your tongue lolling out of your mouth. "I feel that good, kitty?" He asks, his thrusts becoming slower but much deeper. You nod your head, unable to use proper words.

"Use your tonge, kitty. Come on. Answer daddy. Do I feel that good?" All the comes out are mashed up words and slurs, making Nanami laugh loudly. He thrusts deep inside you, feeling your walls clench around him.

"I'm fucking you so dumb right now aren't I?" He asks, frowning when you don't reply. He slaps your clit and it takes every single atom in your body for you to not cum right then and there.

"Answer me. I'm fucking you so dumb right now, aren't I?" He growls, his balls slapping against your ass, creating lewd noises. You nod your head and your response encourages him, he slaps your clit just a few more times before he's reaching his own orgasm.

"Don't you fucking cum." He creams inside you, your toes curling as you try your best not to cum. He pulls out, the satisfaction leaving your body along with him.

He watches his cum drip out of you, his fingers teasing your folds, dipping into his white release, pressing his fingers inside your mouth. You suck on his fingers, licking them clean.

He pulls out his fingers and presses his lips on yours, his tongue pressing against yours, tasting himself. He hums in satisfaction, nodding his head. "Okay, you've been a good kitty. I'll let you cum under one condition." He pushes himself inside you once again, "You cum together with me."

His thrusts this time are a bit harder, much more maddening. He rolls his hips as he thrusts deep inside you, his head pressing you g-spot again and again as you cry out how good he makes you feel.

He leans his body towards you, his hips snapping as he presses his lips on your neck. "Who do you belong to?" He grumbles, licking your jaw. "Daddy..." You moan out, closing your eyes as you feel your orgasm slowly creep up to you.

"Mmmm-mmmm. That's not my name. Since I'm fucking you so dumb right now, I'll give you a little clue. The answer is what's written on your neck." He mumbles, hips never ceasing.

"Mmff- Nanami!" You moan loudly, your orgasm already so close to you. "That's it!" Nanami roars loudly, pushing away from you as he slaps your clit, "Who do you belong to?"

"Nanami!"

"Who?"

"Fuck, Nanami!"

You clench around him milking him as he rolls his hips while insde you, helping you ride out your rogasm. You press your head against the soft pillows, his name coming into view as he cums inside you once more, painting your walls white.

The two of you stay silent for a moment, your heavy breathing the only thing that can be heard. Slowly, Nanami pulls out of you making you whimper, the overstimulation causing your body to become more sensitive than you wanted it to be.

"Shhh, shhh... It's okay baby, I got you..." Nanami coos, skillfully undoing the belt from behind you, pulling the restraints away from your hands. You pull your hands from behind you, immediately pulling Nanami closer, breathing in his scent.

Nanami presses soft kisses all over your face as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. He carries you in his arms, walking over to the bathroom where he has already prepared a bath with your favorite bathbomb.

He sets you down on the water, carefully taking off your catears and your choker. "Okay baby, I'll take off the plug now okay?" You nod, wrapping your hands around him as you hiss as the plug is slowly being taken out of you. He continues peppering kisses all over you as he washes you hair and face, he doesn't stop even as he's pulling you out of the tub and walking you back to your bed.

He walks away towards the closet, coming back with the comfortable panties, sweats and one of his shirts. He helps you get dressed, drying off your hair and combing it soft as he constantly kisses you, whispering praises as he does so.

Once he finishes, he sets you down on the bed and he leaves to wash up himself. When he comes back, he joins you on the bed, pulling you into his arms as he presses one last kiss on your forehead.

"I love you baby." You mumble out.

"I love you too."

"I love you more."

Nanami tightens his arms around you, burying his nose on your hair, "I love you most."

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[lady-ragnvindr]

Lmao, here have this horny brainrot I did while waiting for the angst <3

Oh, by the way The Diluc x reader fic has like a small bit of Jean x reader.. Are you OK with that? 👀

Anyways back to the brainrot

-🍷 anon

Earn it

Cat! Sub! Diluc x Owner! Dom! Reader

⚠️: Pegging, Overstimulation, Degradation, Begging, Slapping, Pulling of Hair and Tail, nipple play, Mommy kink, Pet play, Reader being mean and rough etc. (???)

Reader is a female

Hue, hue enjoy a screaming diluc begging

Finally after God knows how long, (Y/N) finally had time to spend with her precious little kitty lulu (Diluc). The two of them decided to take a stroll around the city of freedom just to get some fresh air

The two of them didn't realize that they reached the marketplace of Mondstadt until something caught the redhead's eye causing him to stop in his tracks -his s/o doing the same thing aswell-

The object that Diluc was ogling at was a collar. A glittering crimson collar with a shiny golden bell attached to it. It also had a beautiful big black bow at the back side of it.

(Y/N) saw how Diluc was eyeing the said collar, a smirk forming across her face as an idea began to form inside the back of her head.

She turned to face Diluc -who is still staring at the collar- and began to speak

"So..you want that collar I assume?"

She asked "innocently" her smirk from before never leaving.

Diluc was hesitant on giving an answer at first. But he is a good kitten. He never lies to his owner and always as in ALWAYS tells the truth no matter what.

So... he simply nodded, a blush forming on the apples on his cheeks as (Y/N) began to chuckle at his cute action.

"How adorable 💗"

She complimented, patting Diluc's beautiful red locks as she began scruffing behind his cat ears, causing diluc to purr loudly. His knees suddenly growing weak from the sudden touch his lovely owner is giving him.

"Diluc."

She called, his cat ears perking up when she called his name.

"You know that I don't give anything for free right~?"

He nodded.

"You also know that good kitties only get a reward when they work hard on something right~?"

He nodded the second time.

"Well... "

She stopped for a moment, -Diluc still focusing on her intimidating gaze-

"If you want it so badly... "

She continued, pulling Diluc close to her as she whispered into his ear in a serious tone as chills ran down his spine.

"You gotta earn it dear 💗"

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It was late at night and the bedroom was a huge mess. pillows everywhere, the now cumstained blankets is on the floor, all that's left in the bed were (Y/N) and Diluc, who was gripping the bedsheets naked, full of bite marks, and a moaning mess.

His cum from his previous orgasms were all over his marked body. On his stomach, his chest, his face, it was everywhere.

(Y/N) smirked at the person in front of her whom she had destroyed. The famous uncrowned king of Mondstadt, laying before her, hair a mess, eyes rolled back, tears of overstimulation streaming down his tear-stained cheeks.

The deal was that Diluc had to go through 10 orgasms in order to get the collar. Currently, he's doing a great job passing 9 orgasms flawlessly making his owner very impressed. Maybe all that brat-training, and orgasm denials (Y/N) did to him paid off after all

"Your doing an amazing job my little kitty 💗"

(Y/N) complimented, caressing the redhead's cock causing Diluc to whimper and squirm at her touch due to oversensitivity.

"You only need to do one more orgasm until the collar is yours my love~!"

She chirped

"But there is a catch 💗"

She picked Diluc up and made him sit on her lap, making him confused on what she's doing

Confusion turned to pain & pleasure, when (Y/N) slammed the strap-on back inside his hole making him scream loudly

"This time, you gotta ride me. Make yourself cum infront of me like the slutty cum dump you are~!"

She commanded, giggling at the end of her sentence

"Nnngh... I-I... Mommy I can't!!!"

Diluc confessed, grabbing (Y/N)'s hips to maintain his balance as tears started to fall down on his face again

*SMACK*

The sudden action and impact that occurred in his rear end made Diluc scream for the second time tonight, burying his face on (Y/N)'s breasts, the grip he had on her hips tightening at the process

"Oh, so your gonna be a whiny bitch and not follow mommy's orders huh~?"

(Y/N) then yanked the redhead's now ruined ponytail causing him to stood back up again to his original position

"Look at me when I'm talking to you Diluc."

She ordered

"Your beginning to disappoint me Diluc, maybe you don't deserve the collar after all with that bratty attitude of yours~"

Upon hearing those words, Diluc began to sob uncontrollably as he started to bounce on (Y/N)'s strap

"I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! M-mommy please! I want the collar! I want it so badly! P-please forgive me! I'll be a g-good kitty!

He begged, fastening his pace hoping to quickly build his 10th and final orgasm

(Y/N) on the other hand was snickering at the redhead, loving how she can easily break him to into a huge crying mess and his limit to beg for anything

The rest of the time were just Diluc continuing to ride (Y/N) while moaning and blabbing incoherent sentences with a couple of pleases, thank-yous and the word mommy

(Y/N) proceeded to pinch his nipples harshly in the middle of him riding her, earning a squeak from him

Soon the familiar knot in his stomach began to form, signalling that he's about to have another orgasm

"M-mommy I'm close! I'm close! I'm about to cum!"

He said out loud, his body beginning to shake from the upcoming orgasm he's about to have

(Y/N) wrapped her fingers around his cock and gave it a light squeeze

"Or... I could deny your orgasm and have do another one again since you still have some energy left in you dear~"

Diluc shook his head violently, throwing a small tantrum

"NO! NO! I DON'T WANT! MOMMY PLEASE! I WANT TO CUM! I WANT TO CUM! MOMMY I WANT THE COLLAR PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!"

He begged, crying hysterically making (Y/N) chuckle, pitying the poor kitty.

" I'm just kidding Diluc! Of course you can cum now, you earned it. Congratulations my love~"

She exclaimed, relieving diluc as he mumbled a "thank you" then continued to thrust deeper, completely destroying his prostate

Then out of nowhere, (Y/N) grabbed ahold of dilucs hips and fully smashed the strap-on in his hole, strong enough to trigger his orgasm as he screamed out loud, loud enough for the people in Mondstadt to hear him.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEUUGHHHHHHHHHHHH~!"

Diluc then fell backwards, now lying down on the bed. legs still spreading, cum leaking out of his drained cock, body still violently shaking from the orgasm.

(Y/N) stood up and went to the drawer rummaging through things and brought out the same collar that diluc was eyeing on awhile ago.

"I bought it already while you weren't looking."

She hopped back to the bed and proceeded to place the collar around Dilucs neck. Once she was done placing the collar on him she kissed his forehead and cuddled closer to him

"You did good tonight my little kitty, once again congratulations~"

She cooed, stroking his back. Diluc purred and snuggled close.

"T-thank you mommy.. I love you~"

"I love you too my little kitty, now rest well~"

She replied, as the two of them drift off to sleep in each other's arms

SO YEAH ANYWAYS TO HORNY JAIL I GO

I HOPE I WASN'T TOO HARSH ON DILUC IF I WERE I'M SORRYBSODORKGKTKGKG

-🍷

Ma'am Imma need your ID and items. Bcz I did not just read such good sub diluc--oh its been a while since I thrist for him.

Anyways,

Welcome to horny jail my love 🤪💅

[showrunnerihardlyknowher]

You know how we have pet costumes? Give Jacob one, make him a cute space cowboy😈😈😈

WE'RE BACK BABY

Please enjoy this little ficlet (that was actually my 3rd attempt to write a fluffy ficlet for this universe because all the other ones kept becoming future chapters lmao)

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“This is humiliating. I look like sheriff Woody or something.”

“Aw, I was thinking more like John Wayne Gacy, you know?”

“The...the clown serial killer…?”

Angie pursed her lips. “Wait, who was the cowboy guy in all the old movies? Like, before Clint Eastwood and whatever.”

“That’s John Wayne. Not John Wayne Gacy,” Jacob tugged at the sleeves of his costume and readjusted his cowhide vest. “And I don’t feel anywhere near as cool as him right now.”

She rolled her eyes and crinkled her nose. “That’s because you’re not cool. You’re a grown man playing dress up with a kindergartener.”

“So are you.”

Angie straightened her Native American headpiece and threw one of her braided pigtails behind her. “Yeah, but I know it’s stupid, so therefore I’m doing it ironically which makes me cool.”

Jacob sighed heavily but didn’t argue further, instead tugging his cowboy hat down further to shield his face that burned with embarrassment. Being forced into having playdates with his captor’s coworker was nothing new. He had spent plenty of time being Mibao’s sole playmate aboard the ship, doing the best he could to keep the six year girl entertained and not too psychologically damaged. Being the youngest in a sibling group of only boys, he was a bit rusty when it came to knowing anything about kids. Thankfully, Mibao was more than happy to take him by the hand and show up all the “fun” things she used to either do back home or what she would now do with her “kitty”.

Today’s game of choice was dress up. Every day felt like dress up when it came to the girl’s ever expanding wardrobe; she was always dressed in an obnoxiously puffy and sparkling princess dress fashioned with ribbons and bows galore and always with a matching crown. Fine, no big deal, he could slap a tiara on his head and call it a day, he’d worn worse at the few fraternity parties he attended during college. Nope, not good enough. Mibao had a very specific game she wanted to play which involved him wearing a cowboy costume of all things. A very realistic and detailed cowboy costume, assless chaps and spurs and all. Again, he could...handle it for the most part. The only thing that really bothered him about it was all the coos and giggles he received from both his and Mibao’s captors when he finally came out in his new outfit.

And he knew for a fact they took many, many pictures of him.

It didn’t end there, Mibao still had more requests. Angie needed to join in as well and she was required to be an “indian princess” to partake. Naturally, she was more than happy to agree if it meant getting a break from the absolute nightmare of a captor she had been saddled with. So, now Jacob had to deal with the fact that she would have to watch him play pretend in this ridiculous getup. He could never catch a break with her, it seemed, she always had to catch him when he was in the middle of doing something cringe worthy. She didn’t even look half as uncomfortable as him and she was literally wearing half as much clothing.

Or maybe that was exactly why she was so comfortable as she sauntered up to him, making a finger pistol to tip his hat away from his face. “Cheer up, partner,” she teased. “I think it makes you look cute.”

“I think it makes me look like Owen Wilson from the museum movie,” Jacob replied, hoping the shadow of the brim hid his reddening cheeks.

“Oh my God, you are a tiny little twink cowboy, huh?”

“I’d rather be the gladiator guy.”

“You wish you could pull off being the gladiator guy.”

A rebuttal was on the tip of his tongue when Mibao made her appearance from behind the monitor where she had been changing. This time instead of her usual princess attire, she was dressed...pretty much the same, only this time she had a tiny pair or iridescent fairy wings attached to the back. What a fairy had to do with cowboys and indians, he hadn’t the faintest idea. She stopped when she saw the two of them and stuck out her tongue in childish disgust.

“Eww, stop kissing!” She scolded. “You can kiss the princess later, Jake, it’s time to play!”

Jacob had never been more grateful in his life that the creatures idly watching them couldn’t understand English because he just might have died if they heard. He could feel the heat radiating from his nape to his cheeks, putting his hands up in defense like it could keep Angie away from him.

“Wh-no! We weren’t, we weren’t kissing, Reagan, w-we-!”

Angie only cackled, her amusement stemming more from Jacob’s panicked response than the actual accusation of giving him a kiss. “Yeah, cowboy, you can kiss me later.” She winked and nudged him with her elbow as she walked past to where Mibao was waiting.

He groaned, tugging the hat down as far as it would go even if that meant obscuring his vision somewhat. That was totally fine, he didn’t want to look at anyone right now and he did not want to be perceived either. The child was leading them back over to her designated play area scattered with art supplies and stuffed toys for where they’ll play their game of make believe. Angie was already sitting on her knees by the time he shuffled over and beckoned him with a sly smile to come take a seat on the ground next to her. Jacob obliged, but refused to give her the satisfaction of seeing his beet red face.

As soon as they were settled, Mibao immediately launched into the exposition of the scene they would be putting on, including their roles and superpowers (that only she had because she was a magical fairy queen). Jacob was only half listening; the kid usually forgot half of her own rules in the middle of playing anyways because she wanted to change the story and it wasn’t that hard to follow her game of make believe. Instead, he kept side-eying Angie, who was side-eying him back, and every time they made eye contact she would smile and bump his shoulder with hers.

This was going to be a long playdate.

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The lab door slid open as Talan walked in, peeling off his bloodied gloves to dispose of them in Ylva’s waste bin. “I need my human back.”

“Aw, why? They’re all having a ball together!” Ylva frowned, gesturing to the miniature trio on her desk. Well, the smallest one and Talan’s pet seemed like they were having a good time, namely at the expense of the other human in a hat. They all seemed to stop at the interruption, his human fixing him with a sneer that he was tempted to match.

“What the fuck is it wearing?” He asked, ignoring all the little protests he got when he grabbed it and plucked the stupid looking feather thing of its head. “I thought you said it’s not nice to torment the humans.”

Edix scoffed at him, though his annoyance was more from Talan being in his general vicinity than anything. “It’s not torment. They were having fun.”

Talan did not look convinced in the slightest, his eyes sweeping over the pup who was pouting at him for taking away its playmate and the other who froze any time he breathed in its direction. Like owner, like pet, he assumed as it seemed to unconsciously inch closer to where Edix’s hand was resting for a better sense of security. Pathetic. At least his pet had a bit more self respect and wasn’t afraid to try and stab him in the hand with his own tools. Of course, it got a sharp flick to the stomach to knock it off, but he could appreciate the gumption.

Talan rolled his eyes. “Yeah, looks like a real party. So sad to have missed it.”

“Like you’ve ever been to a party to know what it looks like.”

“Says the one that only hangs out with plants.”

“Okay,” Ylva interjected, rising from her chair and scooping up her adorable little human. “You’re right, we should probably wrap this up, Mibao’s going to need a nap soon and she likes to fight her naps when she’s excited.”

That was all the excuse Talan needed to dip out without a formal goodbye, though it didn’t escape the corner of his eye how Edix’s human took a half step forward when he left, almost like it wanted to say something. Even if it did, he wouldn’t have cared. As quickly as he had intruded, Talan disappeared back down the main hall of the fauna department to return to his lab.

Edix stood up as well and tucked the data pad he had been keeping busy with under his arm to keep his hands free. He couldn’t help but smile at seeing how much closer his little pet was standing to him, even if it wasn’t by much, even though it was caused by Talan of all bastards. A win was a win in his book. The hand the human had been partly hiding behind curled easily around it to lift it up, immediately cradling it to his chest as usual. It squirmed for a moment but settled quick enough, a clear sign it was also ready to go back to the lab it was accustomed to. For a social species, the little one always seemed so drained after any playdate Ylva arranged for their pets. Fine by him, it usually meant his human was much more quiet and well behaved once it was back in the solitude of Edix’s company, making for an easier work day.

He used his finger to tilt back the wide brimmed hat it had been using to hide its sweet little face a majority of the playdate, earning him a surprised squeak. With the way its baby cheeks were turning an adorable shade of pink, Edix had a fairly good guess as to why it was trying to avoid everyone’s line of sight. Damn, he should have had Ylva take more pictures, this was way too cute for him. It reached up to quickly pull its shield back down and Edix let it with a laugh, cooing as he tugged at its little vest instead which only made it wriggle in distress. Overdramatic little thing.

“Can I keep this costume?” He asked as he followed behind Ylva who was preparing to put her own pup down for a nap. In reality, it meant she was going to have to play with it for at least another half an hour because, much like him, she was a sucker when it came to her human wanting to play. The difference being that Mibao wanted to do anything from coloring to singing to continuing its game of make believe while Edix’s pet always wanted to play chase.

Ylva smiled and shrugged. “Sure, I mean, it’s not like it’s going to fit the baby. It was printed for its measurements specifically, anyways.” Mibao was proving to be difficult in its refusal to relinquish the shiny wings Ylva had designed at its request, something that Ylva quickly made a game out of by setting her pup on the desk and letting it squeal and run while her hands chased after it. That would tire the kid out in no time. She looked back at his human and giggled. “I don’t think it likes it very much, though.”

Oh yeah, that was obvious from the get go, but it didn’t change the fact that it was way too precious for its own good in this type of outfit. Edix actually quite liked the contrast of the dark brown against its pale skin, even more given the fact that it matched the color of its doe eyes perfectly. It was much more appealing than that splotchy green jacket it was inexplicably attached to. He had a feeling it was going to try and strip out of this outfit as soon as it was back in Edix’s lab, provided he gave it its normal suit and jacket to change into. But...maybe he didn’t have to offer it its spare set of clothes right away. Maybe it would just have to hang around in its little boots and hat for a couple hours longer while he finished up his latest report that was just so important to get done. And maybe he would get constantly distracted by how cute it looked while it was definitely pouting at him for not taking off its costume that it took a little longer than usual to finish his work, which meant it spent even longer pouting under its hat.

Decisions, decisions.

Edix waved his hand dismissively. “It’ll learn to love it.”

“Oh, Eddie, don’t be mean to it,” Ylva laughed, not that seemed bothered by the idea of his pet keeping the outfit on for an extended period of time beyond the playdate. “But send pictures if you do.”

[dragonrajafanfiction]

Chizuru Town: The Dark and the Cold

TW: perverts TW: Death TW: Blood TW: Dragon Raja LMAO

Caesar and the MC should have been best friends. I kid you not. Revamped Story Quest in Chizuru below the cut!

In Siberia, winter hung long and low. Just as the tropic summer never seemed to end, the frigid canopy of arctic air never really left the place. For a few months, the sun didn’t rise over the horizon. At the peak of what should have been day, you only saw the glow of what looked more like the start of the dawn, before the sun rolled over and fell back under the horizon. Darkness descended in full and the stars were your only source of light unless you made your own.

The cold was so oppressive that it froze the sea. At night, instead of waves crashing on a golden shore, the ocean groaned like someone dying. Only in the summer, when the ice and permafrost softened, did you see hints of green. But they were always short. Eventually, the winter returned. Those who wanted to pretend it would not return were caught out by the fierce wind, unprepared, and froze to death in seconds.

Darkness and cold were embedded in you, MC, more than the weather. You understand the harshness of the world. Even though Caesar was doing his best to ‘play by the rules’ that icy law of ‘survival of the most deadly' was creeping up to surround all of you, like frost on a window. It had swallowed up Kitty and now Ms. Makoto. Only Caesar, Chu Zihang, and Lu Mingfei were left.

If that icy law dared threaten them, you would not hold back or play by any rules.

Caesar glimpsed this reality and tacitly acknowledged that Kitty’s death and Makoto’s offering to serve as bait for the gangsters was not in his game plan. He was looking outside down the drainage pipe through the hole in the wall of the dilapidated locker room. He could see the street below.

A heavy rain storm had moved over the city of Chizuru. EVA had darkened the city to help you escape the eyes of the Hydra underworld gang, but soon her grip would lose out to Kaguya, the Hydra’s own supercomputer.

Below, Caesar saw cars parked, engines still running, lights still on. Doubtless, these gangsters thought this would be a quick and easy job. Plus, the headlamps of cars served as good illumination. So they didn’t worry about them getting stolen. After all, they ran this town. No one dared touch their cars for fear of getting killed over it. Caesar nodded once. “Let’s see how good these kids are at racing.”

Kids. The word makes you want to spit acid. They were quite young but had nearly killed you countless times!

Caesar turned to look at you, gauging your reaction. “They are just kids. I hold the adults behind them more responsible.”

You stare back at him in silence but your expression is blank, listening. Your mind offers no arguments against the facts. Caesar’s logic seeps through, melting your frozen emotions. They had pursued you relentlessly, as if under strict orders not to leave until you were confirmed dead. Some of their weapons were military grade. It was true that children -- sixteen to twenty year olds -- wouldn't have been able to acquire such immense firepower without some sort of help from a higher authority.

Caesar’s eyes drop from your face. “Is that a local high school uniform?”

“Yes,” you say, your voice unexpectedly hoarse.

“Change out of it into one of the cheongsams here. I’ll be taking the car and I don’t want to be seen in a sports car with someone who looks like a high schooler. They might mistake me for one of those perverts!”

Even now, he was thinking of something like this? He could have escaped immediately but was concerned about his image? You quickly obey, snatching one of the red and gold cheongsams with a Chinese dragon embroidery off the hangers and stepping into the dressing room.

As you remove our clothes, you hear Caesar say. “Fold it up neatly, so we can return it to whomever you got it from.”

Your eyes widen in disbelief. Well, of course, you needed to steal it. But you never thought once of taking it back. As you slip into the cheongsam, the smooth fabric falls over your skin. A mirror lays against the wall and you use it to pull the zipper up in the back. The cheongsam clings to your form like a second skin. 

Caesar wasn’t just following the rules. If he was just following the rules, he wouldn’t have cared about any of this.

You had told Caesar about your experience in watching your young friends get killed. He wanted to get back at those people, not become one of them by killing anyone young himself. No matter how hard things got, Caesar was the same because he believed in what he did and required everyone around him to rise to the same standard of morality.

You step out of the dressing room and Caesar nods. “Alright, let’s go. Zihang, you can pick whatever granny car suits you best. I’ll be in the Black Viper!” He grinned broadly.

“Will Ms. Makoto be alright?” Lu Mingfei asked.

Chu Zihang nodded slightly. “She wasn’t seen with us. And they’re under orders. If they were going to hurt her, they would have done so right then and there. She’ll be fine.”

“Excuse me, my lady.” Caesar bends over to pick you up and keep you out of the dirty water.

You take the pipe two streets down and then hurry back to the running cars. Even now, Caesar opens the door for you first and then slides over the hood to the other side. The car interior is shiny and black with an LED touch panel lighting it up like a spaceship. In the center console, you spot a bag of white powder.

“Heroin?” You ask.

He points to the door on the other side of you. “Put on your seatbelt. How did you know it was heroin?” 

“We used such medicine in Russia, I should know how to identify it.”

“To you, it’s medicine. Here it’s illegal drugs used to hype up the gangsters and also to make money. No wonder they were so crazy and could afford such vehicles.” Caesar opened a fuse box and started pulling out wires. While he worked, he asked, “Have you ever been in a car like this?”

“No.” You say, tucking the high school uniform under the seat. “Where I’m from, the only way to get around is either by ship or by dogsled.”

He grins. “Good. You’re about to get the ride of your life!”

“Ah, in return, then I will take you dog sledding.”

“You mean it?” Caesar immediately whipped his head around. His eyes glowed with excitement and joy, like a child being told they were going to Disney World. He was so enthusiastic that you felt embarrassed. In that sudden smile, you realized that he was actually quite good looking. 

“It’s… It’s not all that special.”

“What would be more special than riding on a dogsled with a beautiful lady?” He sat up and put on his own seatbelt while continuing to work on the car’s controls.

The car isn’t free to move however. There are vehicles parked around, blocking your way out. But you don’t see Chu Zihang or Lu Mingfei in any of them.

“Beautiful?” You look at him with a confused expression. No one had ever called you beautiful before. You shake your head. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better about Kitty.”

His eyes narrow and he suddenly grins in a way that reminds you of a devil. “No, this is how I get back at them for Kitty.” He yanked on the gear shift between the leather seats and slammed down on the accelerator. The car leaped backwards and smashed into the blue Porsche behind them, folding the front end of it.

He shifted again, this time the car leaped forward right into a Mini Cooper. Caesar, eyes shining in furious joy, turns the wheel and rolls over a custom green vintage Buick to their left. The car you were in had turned into a vicious beast in his hands. It smashed doors, windows, mirrors and headlamps until you were surrounded by destruction.

“Hey MC,” He laughed, “Check out the rearview mirror.”

He reaches up and turns it so you can see. Behind you, the boys all run out of the cafe, holding their heads and wailing in despair at the millions of dollars in damage Caesar had caused. He watches with clear delight as your face breaks into a sunny grin.

Suddenly, a burst of gunfire sends the boys scattering. The squeal of tires is heard and you see Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei speed away in a Red Viper. Caesar clicks his tongue. “Why does he have to pick the same car…?” He laments.

The engine roars as Caesar commands the car to push the front end of the Mini Cooper ahead of you and shove it out of the way. But he’s still looking back at the young men who are scrambling to find undamaged cars and climb inside.

“There’s a lovely mountain road near here. With really nice curves. You don’t get sick do you?”

“You mean motion sickness? No, I’ve been on ships before. I don’t get dizzy.” You look behind you into shining headlights. The boys are prepared to give chase. It wouldn’t be much of a fun race if Caesar got too far ahead. He wanted them to see how much better a driver he was.

He let the headlights of the Maserati behind him get just close to kiss his bumper, then downshifted and floored it. MC squeaks and is pressed back against the seat. The headlights of the car, so close one moment, faded quickly behind you, like the other cars were standing still. The main highway up the mountains climbed steeply into a curve ahead but Caesar didn’t tap the brakes. The engine kept up the steady purr and took the turns perfectly smoothly.

It felt like flying, rising into the sky on a great beast. The trees passed you by in a blur and the guard rail looked like a shiny silver ribbon in the headlights. The feeling of delight tickles your chest and you giggle.

It was such an unfamiliar feeling, one you shouldn’t be having right now. Yet, now it was being teased out of you. It was as though the sun had peeked over the horizon in midwinter. Caesar had actually won. In the side mirror that remained from the demolition derby earlier, you see the lights of Chizuru burst back into bloom. The gangsters had returned to town and left you alone.

You’d never met anyone like Caesar. So you didn’t know it was possible to live like he did and still be able to survive. You doubted him at every turn and you were forced to reconsider again and again. This world that created predators like you could also create someone else. Someone who survived bloodlessly, cleanly. Something like this was mythical, like a unicorn.

Or a dragon.

A musical tone sounded in the car. It was coming from Caesar’s pocket. He pulled out his cellphone and held it to his ear. You don’t know what was said, but his expression suddenly changed from one of breezy confidence to blazing fury! He slams the brakes hard and the car spins in a complete one eighty to face the opposite direction.

“Did they say the name Makoto Aso?”

The hairs rise on the back of your neck. 

Caesar takes a deep breath and lets it out but his hand is gripping the steering wheel so tightly that the leather cover squeals under the pressure.

You can’t help but think that she’s dead, that the gangsters had killed her.

“What did he say last?” Caesar asked.

A pause.

“Oh.. he won’t have long to wait to get his car back.” Caesar’s voice was low and his smile was threatening.

Was it nice to stand in the sun for a while? It sure felt nice. You say goodbye to it in your heart. You would never see it again. The world had made its true nature known. It was darkness and winter.

“I’m afraid we’re going to have to cut our joyride a little short. They have Ms. Makoto.”

“Is she dead?”

“No. Hold tight.”

You let your breath out in a whoosh and, for a second, you think that maybe there would be another chance to end this bloodlessly. The thought pops into your head and then disappears like a comet, a last glimmer of hope before you change your mind. No, it's really over. These people were not going to let you go.

Caesar observed the light leave your eyes and picked up the phone again. “Mingfei, tell Zihang to take you a few blocks away from the Cafe. Use the back entrance he used before, if possible. Find her and rescue her, I’ll buy you time. Mingfei, be ready to provide us cover fire. Yes, I know you only have one gun left! That will be enough. You’re a good shooter, even by Cassell standards. You’ll outshoot those boys easily.”

He was still trying.. But the icy cold had gripped your heart again and you could no longer believe him. They’d been outgunned and now outsmarted. As you return to town, you see that the cars that had been pursuing you turned back, not out of respect for Caesar’s driving skills, but to create a barrier between you and the cafe. Sitting on the hoods of those cars were the workers at the Cafe, still in their cheongsams, shivering in the rain, serving as human shields.

Ms. Makoto was on the roof of the building that was set ablaze. It wasn’t a steel structure but made from old wood construction. So not even the driving rain could put it out. The wind ruffled her skirt as she stood on the edge of the building. The heat must have been terrible. If you don’t hurry, she would either burn to death or jump to her death.

You don't look at Caesar. You’re still, as if your whole body were completely frozen. He was not a magical unicorn or a mighty dragon. He’d just underestimated his opponent. 

The man in the striped suit who had been caught stealing Makoto’s panties danced on top of a van in sheer glee at seeing you again, a shotgun in his hands. The gangsters cheered and chanted in victory. Rather than being the weak person you thought he was, he was the one who had ratted Makoto out. He’d hid in the locker you’d shoved him in, perfectly aware that she had helped you escape. He’d just pretended to be intimidated. 

He was actually the leader of the whole group.

“Maybe I should have let you have that Beretta.” Caesar’s voice was cold.

You huff once through your nose as your only acknowledgement. It was too late to regret now. Part of you feels sad that you were right about needing to kill those gangsters. But you don’t request he give you a weapon. There was a principle in hunting that you don’t shoot until you’re very close to your quarry, close enough to see the pattern of light in the beast's eyes. That meant a lot of time, and a lot of patience. The goal was one shot, one kill. Instant. The deer or elk would drop without a struggle.

If you rushed in now and poured your violence onto them, Caesar would have reason to doubt you because you didn’t give him time to implement his plan. You feel bad for Ms. Makoto, but you’re going to sit on your hands.

After all, if Caesar could pull a miracle out of this, maybe he would truly be a magician.

But if things went wrong, and Caesar’s life was at risk, he could put forth no further arguments against your actions and you would be free from objections, not only now, but in the future as well.

So when he says, “Stay in the car.” you nod obediently.

Caesar has parked just out of range of their bullets. Even if they had more high powered weaponry, they were unskilled and would likely miss at this distance.  Caesar takes his own gun and shoots through the windshield of the car. It shattered into a spiderweb of cracks and now you can’t see anything. He uses the butt of the gun to make a hole in the glass to see through. The rain pours in, running over the leather interior.

Caesar’s phone rang again. “Mingfei?” This time he put it on speaker.

“Yes, he’s on the phone with us again.”

“Translate. Don’t leave anything out. Understand?”

“Okay. Is… MC alright?”

“She’s more than fine. With me right now. What is he saying?”

The man was on the phone, seated cross legged on the roof of the van, smiling like an imp. 

Mingfei translated: “He says he was grateful to the young master of the Gattuso family for bringing his car back.”

“Tell him I’ll bury him in a coffin full of ladies’ underwear.”

“Boss, don’t make threats in this situation, okay? They have Ms. Makoto!”

“I’m aware. Just translate.” Caesar was calm, focussed.

Mingfei sighed. “No need for you to worry about me, Gattuso-kun, I’m already prepared.”

The man in the striped suit produced a pair of silk panties from his pocket, pressed them to his nose and inhaled deeply. “Ah! Ms. Makoto really smells pleasant!”

Your eyelids stretch a little wider. His lack of fear was chilling you even deeper, like an icy wind over an already frozen sea. Without moving your head, your eyes shift to Caesar.

This man wants Caesar to come to him. He wanted to fight. There had to be a good reason for his bravado. However, Caesar was falling for it. You could see the veins pop into relief on his neck and forehead. And just like with everything Caesar decides, you know, deep down, there’s no point in talking him out of it. If he turned around now, Ms. Makoto would surely die.

Caesar’s eyes scanned the defensive line, moving over the huddled victims on the hoods of the cars. Now it was Caesar, not you, who gave off the killer’s aura, like a bull elk, stamping the ground and tossing his mighty antlers.

He lifted his shoulders in a deep sigh. You relax your hands that had begun to grip your skirt, a habit that hadn’t appeared in you since you were ten years old.

“Who’s giving you orders?”

“Orders? Does Akabe need orders? Hahaha! No one instructs Akabe except the Lord Takeda Shingen himself!” The man is practically falling over himself in glee.

“Whatever that man is offering, the Gattuso family offers three times as much!” Caesar said with measured calm. “I guarantee that you will get the money alive.”

“Hehehehehe! Luckily, that Lord has already told me what kind of family the Gattuso family is, otherwise, I would have really been tempted by that price!” The suited man, Akabe, suddenly stopped laughing, like a switch had been turned off. “I’ll get the money alive, but I’ll be shot in the head before I can spend a cent of it… right, Gattuso-kun…?”

Caesar had nothing to say, since he was right. The people who blackmailed money from the Gattusos never lived long enough to spend it. He finally gave in. “Then what do you want?”

“You have a gun in your hand, right? Use the gun to shoot yourself in the calf and wrist. We know that you, Gattuso-kun, are a Class A hybrid, and Chu kun is also a Class A hybrid, and we’re too scared to get close when heroes like you are able-bodied.” Akabe said smoothly. “We don’t want to kill you either, our mission is to bring you to that Lord, for disposal.”

His words fell on your ears and they stirred you inside. Right now, Chu Zihang was running around a burning building. Mingfei Lu was going to start a gunfight, one against dozens, and Caesar and Chu Zihang were the targets. They said nothing about you. It’s like you weren’t even here. They can’t see you through the broken glass so you unbuckle your seatbelt.

“Wait.” Caesar says.

The man in the suit scowls. “Wait for what?”

“Mingfei! Why did you translate that!” Caesar hissed.

“What? I wasn’t supposed to?” Mingfei squeaked.

You slip out of your cheongsam, not caring if Caesar saw or not. His morality no longer applied. Following it was obviously  going to get them all killed. “Tell him you’re going to offer me as a payment for your lives. It will buy you more time.”

“How do you know you won’t shoot me in the head once I’m unable to fight back? Translate that Mingfei.”

“Because I’m a man of my word!” Akabe said.

“How can I trust the word of a man who sneaks into the women’s locker room and steals underwear?”

You’re putting the schoolgirl uniform back on, buttoning the white shirt. “Give me your knife…” you whisper. Much to your delight, he hands it over. The word ‘Dictator’ is etched into the side and you use it to slice off the hem of the skirt, leaving just enough fabric for decency.

“It’s just entertainment, who doesn’t have a hobby? I just like the fabrics that smell good after coming off a girl’s body. It’s the same reason you like cigars, Gattuso-kun!” The man shamelessly takes several deep whiffs of his newly pilfered underpants.

“Okay.” You said confidently, “Tell him that you’ll offer me as payment instead. It doesn’t matter if he accepts or not, we're just buying time for Chu Zihang, right?”

He hesitates, his eyes flicking towards you. 

You lean on the center console. “I promise, I won’t do anything. I trust you to handle this.” 

He nods slowly. “Then. How about I offer you a fresh cigar?” He says to Akabe.

You open the passenger side door and step out. Caesar made it clear that he wasn’t lying when he said you were beautiful and you felt that, if you could stake your odds on anything, it would be his sincerity. After all, Caesar had seen many beautiful women before you. He had a beautiful fiancee. You just had to make it work so that you were irresistible to this man.

While browsing the comic book store, you picked up a manga. In the first panels, a girl walked in a school uniform, holding her black bag in front of her. Her hands were clasped, her arms framing her oversized chest, the fabric wrinkling just so, to show the outline. In the next panel, a gentle breeze lifts the hem of her skirt, showing a peek of the hem of her panties. Lu Mingfei saw what you were looking at and snatched it away, screeching that it was inappropriate.

You had no doubt that this man read comics like that though.

So that’s why you cut the hem of the skirt and when you stepped out of the car, you held your hands in front of you, just like the girl in the manga. The rain soaked you in minutes and, though you still were far away, the fabric soaked up the water, and clung to your young body as you walked slowly. 

Your black hair was loose, falling over your shoulders and sticking to your shiny face. All the boys in front of the Internet Cafe were in stunned disbelief. If that weren’t enough, the universe conspired with you and the wind came and lifted your hair and the hem of your skirt. The eyes of every boy followed that hem, entranced to see nothing but skin and then, a tiny, peek of black lace.

Chu Zihang only knew your size. He didn’t care about the style of women’s underwear. He just reached into the vending machine, grabbed what was nearest and tossed it to you, unaware that he was handing you sexy lace.

The man in the striped suit suddenly ran his sleeve over his mouth and chin to clear his drool.. You could no longer hear the translation, but from the look of his wide eyes and his breathless gasping in the phone, you figured you’d done a good enough job.

He screeched at the boys who snapped out of their trances and hurried to get behind you. He was roaring at them, even pointing his gun at them, making sure they knew that you were his personal prize. Once you reached the van, he reached up to you and helped you climb on top of the van to sit with him, all the way, screeching at the boys below you, who averted their eyes obediently.

He wrapped one arm around your waist and sneered at Gattuso some more before turning to lick your cheek and smell your neck. His eyes are wild as he talks on the phone, laughing, gleefully delighted. He was talking rapidly now. Though you couldn’t understand, it was clear he thought he’d won and won beyond his wildest dreams!

Then, he suddenly stops. His smile fades and he turns to you. He asks a single question and you hear the name, “Chu Zihang.”

Then a sudden explosion! Your eyes rise as the flames have exploded on the rooftop! Where was Chu Zihang? Did he die? Why did this weirdo say his name? Were you too late?”

The man grabs you and presses the shotgun to your back. He’s screaming at Caesar now, fiercely gleeful, but not in a way that was from a pleasant heart, but from the heart of a predator who had his prey.

The headlamps on the black Viper flash in the dark and the engine roars to life.. A blast of suppressive gunfire streams out from where Lu Mingfei is hidden, just as the car is accelerating straight towards you.

The gangsters and their hostages scatter and fall to the ground,  but they’re too stunned to react. They don’t know whether to find the unseen gunman or fire on the car that’s nearly on them!

The man in the suit sits still, holding you close, gun to your back. His eyes are now on Caesar.

Caesar is crouched on the hood of the car, his long blond hair bristling on his face, a cold determination in his eyes. But those eyes were no longer blue. 

They were a blazing, solid gold!

The boys are out of time to pick their target. Now Caesar pulls his own gun and fires on them from the hood of the raging car. Now they have to flee both the gunfire and the charging vehicle!

Caesar’s voice rings out like a church bell. “Makoto! Jump! I’ll catch you!”

The sight of his heroic pose, roar of the flames, the gunfire, and the screams -- They should have been traumatic. But now, they’re beautiful to you. If only Caesar had been at Black Swan Bay. How many people could he have saved? If you had fallen from the cliff in that case, he would have caught you, right?

An unnatural burst of wind surrounds the car and launches Caesar from it. His eyes are clear, straight ahead as he straightens his body like a rocket, easily clearing four stories.  His hand is  reaching out to Ms. Makoto. She jumps to meet him, completely trusting. 

Lu Mingfei is keeping the boys below pinned. Nothing can stop him. He was going to do it.

A cold laughter sounds in your ear.

Among the hundreds of shotgun blasts, a shotgun very close to you flashed. Dozens of lead pellets formed a sheet to catch Caesar in their deadly net. Caesar reacted instantly, arcing his body to avoid the shot. The pellets shredded his shirt, barely missing his neck.

But he had made a fatal mistake. He flailed desperately, brushing the fingers of Ms. Makoto as she fell past him.

Makoto Asou slapped the ground heavily. The flooding on the street lifted up in a splash that was stained with the red of her blood. In the next moment, the out of control Black Viper smashed into her body. Caesar landed on the car as it and drove her into the front of the building. Her blood spattered on the windshield as it crashed through wall after wall, disappearing inside.

“NO!” Caesar’s desperate cry, a wail of fear and despair, made you close your eyes.

You knew that feeling so intimately, as if you and Caesar now inhabited the same brain. You lost Vera just like this -- right in front of you. Only, you didn’t have the ideals like Caesar. The world wasn’t really supposed to be a certain way, it’s just the way it was. Still, you can’t help but feel sad for Makoto and for the shiny star of hope that Caesar had been and never would be again.

What would he do now, now that he had lost the fight like you did back then? Would his eyes harbor the darkness of Christmas over Northern Siberia, the Winter Solstice, where there was no sunlight to appear for another month and a half?

You lift your eyes to the overcast sky. You could no longer see the stars of Chizuru either.

[jrueships]

No plot necessary 😳 would you care 😳 to share your redacted thoughts 😳

😳😳😳 anon u heard my post and u understood the assignment.. and 4 that I owe u the ball of lint in my shorts pocket

OKAY.. SO.. THEM...

I feel like their competitiveness just kinda carries everywhere with like. EVERYTHING. Even groceries. You know those types of people who HATE making two trips with carrying groceries into the house so they just stack like. 500 groceries onto each arm and drag em in from there? Luka and dennis are BOTH like that. And they COMPETE with each other with it. Like dennis will see luka carrying in 6 million groceries and still say "wowww, weaksauce." And luka will just remark about how dennis is mainly carrying the light stuff so his amount doesn't matter over how much luka is carrying or whatever.

So overall.. They're a very. Passionate and fierce couple. BUT!! They're also joking and soft!!! It's not like some fake hardcore p*rn where everything is always sexy and perfect. Sometimes they have to stop because dennis can't stop laughing at how awful Luka's 'sex face' looks or luka has to stop and ask dennis if he's okay even though they have a designated safe word HE STILL NEEDS TO MAKE SURE!!

But anyways YEAH They're very competitive in bed. A lot of 'is that it?'s can be heard no matter how long they've been going at it. A lot of 'c'mon's, just a bunch of strained taunts traded between them because neither knows how to shut up. Dennis would give Luka head in a public bathroom and he'd tease the fuck out of him. Draw it out and everything because dennis is an asshole who wants to be the one who makes Luka lose it. He wants Luka struggling to remain his 'polite and mature' self that the public loves him for because he can't stop thinking about Dennis ******* him weak. He wants Luka to Want him.

And Luka is like 'I can't let him just control me like this, the little shit. I have an interview to go to soon and he just wants me to stumble into it with my zipper still down.' So naturally he face****s Dennis until the gagging gets too loud and he has to slow down. Then he'd pull Dennis off him for some time to breathe and he'd be like 'are you okay? Was I too rough for you?' In a kinda taunting way, a little smug, but then his eyes will soften and he'll Actually ask if he was too rough. But to Luka's fire in his stomach, Dennis just grins and smoothly asks as if his throat wasn't being used for the last thirty seconds, "with that shrimp dick of yours? Never." And so the competition goes on.

While I think there's never really a true dominate figure in their relationship because both just constantly switch being the smug one.. Dennis is definitely the bossier one. He decides what position to be in and he decides what to do. He likes control and he'll take it whenever he can, and if luka wants it so bad then luka will have to fight him for it. In general, Dennis is just an absolute Asshole in bed. He'll scratch up Luka's back and try leaving red marks just Slightly above the jersey so others can still Kinda see it but not know what it is. But Dennis knows. After all his scratching and biting, he always makes sure to poke where he left a mark after sex. Mainly out in public because he likes making Luka jerk around and smirk at him. But yeah. Dennis likes feeling powerful in bed. He likes pushing Luka's head down and 'making' him kiss him when in reality Luka just leans himself down so their lips can touch. He likes grabbing and pulling and Luka Sometimes let's him, but sometimes he makes him work for it just to see Dennis glare up at him like he's not being dicked down under him.

Their aftercare is cute but only after dennis is too tired to protest getting cuddled. Usually he likes to try and be the big spoon though, with his arms and legs wrapped around Luka's side like a koala to a tree LMAO

I think Dennis's fav positions are the ones where he feels superior/ has the most control. Like he Loves to ride Luka because it gives him some sorta semblance of being taller? Of being the one who gets to control the speeds and such. And Luka let's him. Dennis tells him not to touch him and Luka doesn't. He simply waits until Dennis tires himself out on his **** and Then Luka grabs his hips and takes over for him. And Dennis is tough enough to take it and just ride it out with him.

I also think Luka LOVES cheesy nicknames during sex. I don't know if he's a BABE guy but he's definitely a 'sweetheart', 'honey', and his favorite nickname 'kitten' kind of guy. Dennis on the other hand is just a straight up Babe. (At most) guy, so he always rolls his eyes and complains about how cheesy Luka is whenever he tries slipping in a nickname. He especially detests the 'kitten' nickname mainly because of its origins .. (the hello kitty backpack). I have a wip fic in mind that like... explains more about it later and involves the hello kitty backpack but it's too long of an explanation and I'm stupid 😭 but basically rookie luka ends up calling Dennis 'kitty' in the story, much to Dennis's cringe. It plays on how much Dennis wants to retain the feeling of power since he's still the franchise guy, and Luka letting him (by letting Dennis ride him) And then Dennis gets traded and Luka ends up the sophomore star stud of his team so he visits Dennis by greeting him at his hotel door with a cheeky 'hello, kitty' and gives him back his hello kitty backpack as a funny 'haha I'm not your rookie anymore' moment, but when Dennis retorts it's hollow and bare.. Luka tries to figure out what's wrong but they have a 'don't touch me.' Moment except Dennis isn't riding him, he's trying to drive him away. There's a whole explanation about Why but like... thats not horny so 😭

YEAH. SO.. THEM.

[liberolove]

Testing the Waters (pt. 2)

Summary: youve finally graduated high school and now youre moving on to college. youve decided to go to sendai university. its summer and youve become curious about checking out the dating pool in miyagi, so you download a dating app. you figure you might as well have fun before delving too deep into your studies

Part: [part two] out of ???

Pairings: nishinoya x reader / kuroo x reader / oikawa x reader / kiyoko x reader

A/N: theres tons of ships here, just me living out my hoe phase lmao please dont judge me. let me know what yall think

Genre: fluff, smut, crack

Warnings: flirting, college shinanigans

It’s been three days since the last time you saw Yuu. Gosh, even saying his name to yourself gave you goosebumps. You two have been texting non stop and honestly, it felt so refreshing. You were a pretty bad texter but he knew how to keep the conversation going. 

One of his favorite things to do was play 21 questions with you. He wasn’t like those fuckboys who would use this opportunity to ask you if you were a virgin or what your favorite position was. Yuu was different. He came up with the craziest scenarios and judged you on the way you answered. One time he asked you how you would escape a 300 lb lion that just broke out of the zoo you were visiting. You honestly had no idea how to respond but eventually you replied, 

“I’d make sure to run with a crowd and ‘accidentally’ trip a slow runner so that the lion could get distracted and probably (most likely) attack them. This would buy me some time to get the hell out there.”

This response caught Noya off guard but he loved the way you thought. You continued to come up with barbaric schemes to survive all the scenarios he would throw at you. He kept you guessing and that was what you liked so much about him. He was wild and so were you.

You were getting a little impatient over your next date so you took a deep breath and eventually asked him.

Y/N: Heeey, Yuu. I was wondering when you’d like to go out again. I’d really like to go out with you again.

Nishinoya Yuu: hey cutie! I’ve been wanting to see you again but I haven’t had any days off from work lately.. (; ･`д･´) IM DYING!! I just wanna see yoouuuuu

Y: Aw man.. :( That sucks. When do you think you’ll get your next day off?

N: idk tbh but hopefully it’s soon!!

Y: no worries, just let me know.

N: will do!!

Well, that was that. Now you wondered what you should do to pass the time. You were bored again and needed something to do. “Oh wait. I should check the app. I haven’t checked since I messaged Yuu on there. Maybe I have more matches.”

You opened up the app and you had 10 notifications. You had gotten some likes on the selfie you posted and several people viewed your profile. You checked who looked at your profile, and it was mostly ugly, older, men. “Gross,” you thought to yourself. Besides this, you noticed some new messages. 

You opened up the first message. 

“Hey sexy! Wanna come see me play? Click my link https://…..”

“Damn bots. So annoying.” You deleted the message. Next message:

“DTF?”

“I mean like yeah, but you could’ve been less forward in your message. What a turn off..” You had one last notification left. Maybe it wouldn’t be a let down.

“Are you made of Fluorine, Iodine, and Neon? 'Cause you are F-I-Ne.”

To be honest, this pick up line did make you giggle a little. You checked out the profile of the mysterious stranger who sent it and you were surprised that it was a bulked up biker. And damn, was he hot as hell. 

His hair stood up in an organized, weird bed head kind of way. It made him look like a rooster. Rather than smile in his photos, he smirked. And his eyes looked like he could undress you solely with his gaze. He looked like your typical bad boy, but that didn’t make sense. Why would he use a chemistry pick up line?

This made you become even more interested, so you replied back with another cheesy pick up line.

Y/N: I wish I were adenine because then I could get paired with U.

Kuroo Tetsuro: Hey, kitten. I thought you’d never reply. You had me waiting.

Y: umm??? calling me kitten already?

K: What’s wrong? Are you flustered already? We haven’t even met up yet.

Y: woah there cowboy! hold your horses

K: I’m not a cowboy, but I’ll gladly have you ride me instead.

Y: skskskks i cant even-

K: Sorry. Too much?

Y: YES TOO MUCH

K: Alright. Let me start over. Ahh, a fellow chemist, I presume?

Y: yeaaah, kind of. I have a love/hate relationship with chemistry.

K: Is that so? Maybe I can help with that.

Y: oh really? how so?

K: I am a chemistry major after all. I go to Sendai. Do you go to school?

Y: uhhh i’m going to start there in the fall. I still haven’t decided what to major in, just yet.

K: Maybe you’ll end up being a chemistry major like me and I can give you private one on one lessons? 

Y: I highly doubt that, but nice try. 

K: Have you gotten a tour of the campus yet? Or are you waiting for freshman orientation?

Y: nah, I haven’t seen all of it yet. 

K: Would you like to?

Y: um sure! When are you free for my private tour? (:

K: How about tomorrow in the morning? Maybe around 9am? I can pick you up too if you’d like.

Y: Sounds good and no thanks. I’m not riding on that motorcycle! Looks scary :(

K: Don’t worry, kitten. I’ll drive safely and make sure nothing happens to you.

Y: there you go again.

K: Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. No, but really. I don’t mind picking you up. Have you ever been on a motorcycle before?

Y: nope

K: Then, let’s change that. Send me your address tomorrow morning. And get some rest.

Y: alrighty it’s a plan then!

K: No. It’s a date.

Y: sksksk omg

After that conversation, all you could think about was how the hell did you get into this mess? Motorcycles are dangerous, yet this rooster convinced you so easily to take a ride with him.. 

It was an understatement to say that you were nervous for tomorrow.

You set an alarm for 7 am the next day and went to bed.

Your alarm woke you up and you immediately remembered why you were awake so early. You rushed into the shower and once you were out, you spent 30 minutes deciding on what to wear. You opted for some black, ripped skinny jeans and a white v-neck t-shirt. 

At 8am on the dot, your phone’s notification bell went off. It was Kuroo.

“What’s your address, baby?”

You sent him the details and continued getting ready. You put on some light makeup and brushed your hair. You checked the time, and it was already 8:55 am. Then, your phone went off again.

“I’m outside.”

Your heart almost beat out of your chest. You grabbed your purse and put on some chapstick. You know, just in case..

You locked up your apartment and walked down the stairs. You were greeted by the biggest shit eating grin on the sexiest man you’d ever seen. You never went for the bad boys but college is a time for experimenting. 

“Hey, Y/N. You ready to ride? I brought an extra helmet for you.”

“Hi, Kuroo. And yeah, I guess,” your voice shook as you replied. You were really nervous but you tried to hide it.

“Don’t worry, baby. There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’ll keep you safe.”

His words made you melt and you had just met him. The way he cooed at you and looked your way made you blush. You felt your cheeks get hotter by the second.

“Alright. Hop on and hold on to my waist. Hold on tight or else you’re gonna fly away when I take off. Okay?”

“..okay..” you managed to mutter. You were shaking but you put on the helmet he gave you and lifted up your leg to sit on the metal machine. You slowly hugged Kuroo from behind and held on as tight as you could. Your head was smashed right up against his large, broad back.

“Ready?” he asked.

“..yeah,” you squeaked.

Before you finished saying this, he had taken off like the devil was chasing him. If this was his meaning of safe driving, you didn’t want to find out his meaning of reckless driving.

The ride to Sendai University only took about 5 minutes, when realistically it would take 20 minutes by bus. You arrived and Kuroo teased, “are you going to let go, kitty?”

You hadn’t realized you were still gripping onto him for dear life. You released him from your hold and your hands still tingled from the amount of force you applied to his shirt. “Sorry!”

“No worries. Hey, look! I brought you here alive. Aren’t you glad?” he cackled. 

His laugh sounded like a dying hyena but it did sound a little cute at the same time. “Yeah. Thank goodness. Your driving is insane, dude.”

He showed you all over campus, from the administrative buildings to the gymnasium, to the fields. Sendai was a pretty big campus, and it made you glad that you had a personal guide to show you all the different buildings. 

After your little tour was over, he asked, “wanna grab a bite to eat? I’ll be a gentleman and pay for you too.”

Of course, you couldn’t say no to food. Much less, FREE FOOD! You nodded and got ready to ride the devil’s machinery again.

He took you to a nearby sushi bar. “Order whatever you’d like, princess. Today, I want to spoil you rotten.”

You melted at his words and also at the variety of rolls on the menu. You didn’t ask him if he really meant that you could order anything. You just kind of went for it. You ordered everything from shrimp tempura, to octopus, to eel. Sushi was your favorite and being told that you could order everything was a dream come true.

“Damn, girl! I had no idea you had such a huge appetite!  I didn’t know you’d take me seriously on my offer. You’re gonna run my pockets dry.”

You blushed and looked away. “Sorry, Kuroo. I really couldn’t help myself. I love sushi so much.”

“I’m just teasing you, baby. You deserve to be treated like this everyday.”

You had no idea how to respond so you just kept stuffing your face with sushi.

After you finally had your fill, it was time to go home. It was getting late. Kuroo took you home and you were definitely more relaxed this time on the bike. 

“I hope you had a great time today, kitty. And I hope I met your standards.”

“Yes, I did! Thank you so much, Kuroo! This was honestly so much fun. Thanks for everything.”

“Of course. Nothing but the best for you. I just need one little favor from you, baby.”

“Oh? What is it?”

“Can I get a kiss from your soft lips? I know you want to. I saw the way you kept staring at me, today.”

“Oh.. uhh.. Y-yea-yeah. Sure, of course.. Yeah,” you stammered. 

You looked at him with soft, shy eyes and before you knew it, he leaned in quickly and kissed you on the lips. Your eyes were wide open in surprise but as he deepened the kiss, your eyes slowly shut.

The kiss felt like electricity coursing through your body. You didn’t know what it was, but this man definitely already had you wrapped around his long, slender finger. 

As soon as you realized his hold on you, he backed off, and left you wanting more. He was such a tease.

“I can’t just let you have everything today, kitten. I need you wanting more.”

You didn’t know what to respond so you looked down at the ground shyly. 

“I’ll message you later, y/n. Don’t make me wait too long, again.”

You waved and muttered, “Thank you, Kuroo.”

He revved up his bike and was gone in seconds.

You remained in a daze as you walked back up to your apartment. Once you got inside, you plopped down on your couch and released a long sigh. “Who knew that college was going to be so exciting..”

[link to kuroo pic i found]

[dreamyjoons]

catnapped // knj

⇢ sometimes pets know better. But you and Namjoon have never been good at accepting the truth, no matter where it comes from.

Genre/warnings: fluff, smut! a lil angst. neighbours!au, unprotected sex (be safe!), some dirty talk, a curse word or two.

Words: 8.2k

A/N: quick dumb (and mostly unedited lmao sorry) fic for Namjoon’s birthday! Keep your eyes out for more Joon content in the run up to Halloween 👀 enjoy!

“Phoebe! Stop barking or I’m calling you ‘Pee Pee’ again.”

Despite your intimidating threat, your dog wouldn’t stop. Rolling your eyes, you push up off your couch and walk to the pup, big brown eyes fixed on the window and her tail wagging like crazy.

You follow her line of vision, only to see a raggedy cat sitting on the window ledge outside. You’d seen it around before, often sitting on your ground-floor window to tease your dog. It was a scruffy looking thing, long hair sticking out in every direction, beady amber eyes glued to Phoebe. Even though it didn’t seem underweight it did look like a stray, and you didn’t want to stress it out any more.

You step in front of your dog and crack the window, just enough to squeeze your arm out.

“Hey little one, my girl isn’t gonna stop with your sitting there, so- hey!”

The cat ducks from your touch and darts in through your window. You struggle your arm back through the gap, ready to lift your dog away, but what you saw made you falter.

Phoebe’s tail was wagging, her little butt shaking with excitement as the the cat walked around her, brushing it’s head and tail against her.

“Oh.” Is all you could say, watching as they both sit together in the stream of sunlight that funnels past you.

Phoebe lays down first, the cat settling beside her, tail flickered over, slumped against your dog.

“Make yourself at home, I guess.” You sidestep away, eyes glued to the animals as you perch back on the couch.

You can’t drag your eyes away, waiting for the other shoe to drop and your dog to get a taste for kitty. But it doesn’t happen. They sit, joined at the hip as if they had been friends for years, eyes closing in the morning sun.

It didn’t look like it had a collar, and you realise you don’t even know it’s gender-

Until it sits up to aggressively lick itself, lifting its leg in the air and you realise the cat is male.

You drag your eyes away to give him some privacy, and settle to make yourself comfy. However a quick glance at the clock on your phone had you springing to your feet with a strangled cry, sprinting to get ready for work.

Hastily dressed and wiping toothpaste from the corner of your mouth, you refill Phoebe’s water bowl, stoop to give her a kiss and the cat a scratch behind his ear. You pull on your shoes, grab your bag and bolt for the door - if you were fast enough you would just make it in time.

Slamming it behind you and rummaging through your bag, you manage to crash into a body in the hallway.

“ I’m so sor- oh, it’s you.”

“Charming as ever, Y/N.”

You glare at Namjoon as he shrugs his jacket on over his blue vet scrubs. You raise an eyebrow at that, you mouth four steps ahead of your brain.

“Why are you wearing scrubs? Aren’t you a philosophy… thing?”

“Professor-“

“Whatever.”

“I volunteer at the vet clinic on my off days.” He finishes, hand slipping into his pockets as he looks at you.

You roll your eyes. A teacher and an animal lover? It’s like he was trying too hard to be a heartthrob. It made you want to throw up a little bit.

He runs a hand through his messy hair before pulling on his beanie. You watch the motion, remembering how his hands had once brushed through your-

Stamping that line of thought firmly from your brain, you turn from him and make your way out of the building block, heat bursting across your face. You push all thoughts of that aside and instead simmer on the fact that he just had to move into your apartment block. Of all the ones in the city!

“Hey, it’s not like I chose to live here knowing you were here too.” He sighs, and you turn back to him, horror on your face as you realise you said that aloud. He strides forward to walk alongside you, a faint scent of mint washing over.

“Why did you chose here though? I’d think there would be better places for a teacher-vet-know it all extraordinare to live.” You snap, although you wince at the harshness of your words.

“Because my salary is low for a starter and I volunteer, this is all I can afford.” He sighs, a sharp stab of guilt hitting you. You get to the door and he holds it open for you, and you murmur your thanks before walking through.

“Oh, sorry.” You squeak out, but he shrugs, turning a playful grin on you.

“It’s fine. Is there anything else you want to know? I’m a Virgo, I read four books at a time, I’ve seen you nak-”

“Nope, goodbye! Have a shitty day!” You shout, pulling your car keys from you bag and running to where your car sat. You could hear him chuckling behind you, but you ignored him. Asshole.

You get inside, belt up and turn on your car, but your eyes instinctively flick to Namjoon, unlocking his bike from the bike shed that came with your building. You watch as he throws his leg over the vehicle and pushes off. With a hot sigh, you pull out of the parking lot, temptation trickling through you to just knock him on the bike. Only a little bit.

-- --

The next few days pass easily. There was no Namjoon to taint your existence, you didn’t have work and you pup had found a new best friend and now wasn’t trying to tear all your shoes apart.

The cat was coming over to your place every day, climbing through the cracked window. You’d decided to leave it open so the cat could come and go as he wanted. If he needed a place to stay, you weren’t going to shut him out.

Peculiarly, the cat had taken a liking to one of Phoebe’s favourite chew things - a random slipper she had found somewhere. You’d come home from work one day and your dog had mysteriously found a slipper and could not be parted with it, no matter how long you chased her for it. After greeting your dog, the cat would sniff the slipper a little, rub his head on it and them continue on as normal. At first you were slightly perturbed, but soon you simply stopped noticing.

You even had bought a bag of cat food and a small bowl, and in a fleeting moment wondered if you should take it to the vet to get it checked for any owners. But you simply never did, letting the cat do as it pleased.

You were on your way back from the store with said pet food when you spotted the cat outside your complex. You laid down your bags and held your hand out, cooing at him whilst he lazily accepted your pets.

Once cat decided he’d had enough he stretched and walked off, slinking around the corner and out of sight.

“Hey, come back you little toe!”

“Who are you talking to?”

You turn and look behind you, only to be met with a crotch. You pan up, cheeks hot, to see Namjoon staring down at you. Gulping, you push to your feet and brush yourself off.

“A cat.” You say simply, walking back to your shopping and scooping the bags up. “Bye.”

You begin to walk away, but the cat food slips out of your grasp. You groan, but turn to scoop it up. Namjoon beats you to it, plucking it off the floor and holds it under his arm before sliding a bag from your grip.

“What are you doing?” You ask, sharp eyes watching his every move.

“Helping you, obviously.”

“I can see that. Why?”

“Because you were struggling…? Look, I know you still don’t like me, but school was a while ago now. Can’t we be civil?” His voice is low and imploring, his bright eyes piercing your soul.

You clear your throat, fighting to keep your temper down. You couldn’t say what was on your mind - not really.

“I was lucky to get my degree with the way you wouldn’t shut up during lectures.”

“I had questions!”

“Not every three minutes! Our professors could barely get through their slides, Joonie.”

The slip of his nickname makes his eyes wide, and you slam your mouth shut. A softness descents over him, fingers twitching as if he wants to reach out to you.

“Namjoon. I mean Namjoon.” The words feel blunt leaving you. Too sharp.

“Y/N-“

“Let’s just go.”

You turn and head into your building complex, Namjoon on your trail. Memories of him back when you studied together, your rivalry to be top of the class, the drunken night you’d shared.

Finally reaching your door, he plants your things down beside you and hovers awkwardly, large hands shoved in his pockets. Ignoring him, you slide your key into your lock, letting your door slide open. You push all your items inside before reluctantly turning to Namjoon.

“Well… thanks.” You say, a forced smile on your face.

He smiles back at you, and it nearly winds you. His dimple pops, warm smile spreading across his face. His eyes are squished but bright, solely focused on you.

You shake the starstruck hold from your brain, give him a small wave and disappear into your apartment. You press yourself back against the door, heart thumping.

The sound of him walking away is barely audible about the thundering in your ears.

This was stupid. It was only Namjoon. Sure, you’d thought he was hot in college. And just maybe he was still hot now. But he was also a know-it-all, and after your night together, he left you. You didn’t need that in your life.

You gather up your groceries and put it all away before making a small bowl of cat food and placing it down by Phoebe’s bowl.

The cat food turned out to be a success, as over the next couple of days the cat would come in and demolish his food next to Phoebe, the pair happily eating together before moving off to take a nap. Often they would end up on your bed.

That’s where you found Phoebe, belly up on your bed. You smile as you join her, curling up on the other side just to watch her. But soon you feel yourself drifting off, the faintest image of Namjoon lingering in your mind.

— —

A crash startles you awake from your nap, adrenaline pumping itself through your veins. Its was still light as you heading into early evening, the air crisp.

Looking around your room, you realise that Phoebe wasn’t with you. Assuming it to be her, you slip off your bed but pocket your phone just in case.

Grabbing a boot and brandishing it as a weapon, you move silently through the house to where the crashing was coming from. You take a deep breath, ignoring the thudding in your chest.

Poking your head around to your living room, you see the cat jumping headlong into your furniture before falling and spacing out on your floor.

You drop the boot as you watch the cat get to its feet and gallop into the back of your couch. He splays out, rolling onto his back and laying deathly still.

Phoebe runs to stand begins you, a confused yap bursting from her.

Panic floods through you as you run and drop to the cat’s side, only for it to look at you with spacey eyes.

You scoop him up in your arms, and groaning aloud, you grab your keys and dart out of your apartment.

“I’ll be two minutes baby!” You shout at Phoebe before you shut the door, running the few feet to get to the door across the hall.

You pound on the door, eyes flicking down to the cat who was barely moving. You hit the door again, only for it to fly open.

Namjoon stares at you, eyes darting down to the cat in your arms and back up to your panicked face.

“Y/N, what-“

“I don’t know what happened, but this cat was just going scatty in my apartment and running into things and it’s worrying me - he’s normally so chill. I thought because you volunteer at the vets-“

Face contorted in concern, he slips the cat from your arms and cradles it to his chest, stroking its head before checking him over. He turns and walks into his apartment, and you awkwardly follow.

With your haste you failed to realise that he was just standing in a pair of track pants and little else, his hair damp. You try and keep your eyes away, avoiding his back and the way drops of water from his hair trail down the planes of his back.

“Oh, it’s fine.”

“What?”

Namjoon turns back to you, tension dropping from him as he scratches under the cat’s chin. You forcefully ignore the way your chest seizes at the view, eyes fixing on his face.

“He’s fine. Homer here has managed to find himself a supply of catnip. He’s be alright in twenty or so.” He smiles at you, the cat’s tail flicking gently up his arm.

“Homer… catnip?” You ask, confused.

“This is Homer. My cat. Did you say he was in your apartment?”

“Your cat?!”

“Yep.” He turns and walks away, stooping to put the cat in a large cat pillow that sat under his window.

“I thought it was a stray.” You feel heat rush to your face at your words, but Namjoon simply laughs.

“I know, he looks scruffy as hell. But he’s perfectly healthy - we just can’t seem to tame his frizz.”

“Oh…”

“So is he the reason why you bought cat food the other day?” He asks, laughter dancing in his eyes.

You nod, a slight tinge of embarrassment creeping into your system. He walks back towards you, stopping just a few feet away.

“Thank you for looking out for him. I’m glad he’s going somewhere safe.” A soft smile slips on his face, warm and inviting. Your eyes dance across him, broad chest, dimple and all.

“So, uh… Homer? As in Simpson?” You ask, eyes snapping back up to his. If he noticed you staring, he doesn't show it.

“No! As in the Odyssey and the Greek writer Homer.” His eyebrows shoot up, and you can’t help but laugh.

“Right, so instead of a slight nerd, you’re a huge nerd.” You smirk, and there’s a small flip of delight in your stomach when he laughs, tucking his head into his chest.

“Yeah, well, the cat’s never complained.”

You both stand smiling, a ghost of something lingering around you. You feel the words hovering on the tip of his tongue, an answer to a question you wanted to know for a long time.

He can feel it too, you know it. He drags a lip in between his teeth, and you can practically see the thoughts brewing inside his mind. This was it, when you’d finally get your answer.

You move to speak but you’re cut off from a mangled cry of Homer the cat, wrestling around on his cat bed. Namjoon looks away, spell broken as he crosses his arms, almost self-consciously. Your eyes watch the movement, a hunger simmering deep down.

“I should probably-“

“Yeah you should check on him.”

You step back, only to walk into his door. He moves forward to see if you’re okay but you spin, yanking open his door and stepping out.

He walks to the door and waves you off, a slither of toned skin visible through the crack in the door. You snap your head away and power walk to your door, blowing out a steadying breath.

Once you’re safely in your apartment, you throw yourself on the sofa, Namjoon’s borad expanse of skin burnt into your brain, just as it had before.

The exhaustion of your day and the worry about Homer hadn’t helped your swirling mind. A small yap comes from nearby, followed by a cluster of paw and claws as Phoebe clambers onto you to sit on your chest.

You scratch her head between her ears, listening as her breaths get deeper and she begins to drift off.

“What am I gonna do, Phoebs?” You sigh, letting your mind wander back to Namjoon.

There’s so much about him that you wanted to let in. Sensitive, considerate, sweet, takes your snappy banter on the chin. But you felt like there was something else. You knew there was. After you had a drunken night together after college, you thought you saw somebody different. Maybe not.

You wake up the following morning in the same position on the sofa, a banging echoing from somewhere far off. Phoebe had wormed her way down awkwardly between your legs, and you knew as soon as you moved that your back was going to scream in discomfort.

The banging filtered into knocking in your sleep-addled brain, and groggily you got to your feet, your body stiff and aching. You were careful not to wake your pup and crept to the door.

You swing open to see Namjoon, standing awkwardly with something inside his coat. He looked flustered: his beanie was sitting slanted on his head, pushing his ears forward, his cheeks were reddened and his smile was sheepish.

“Uh, hey?” You croak, clearing your throat awkwardly.

“Hey, is this a bad time?” He asks quietly. A small smile slips onto your face, totally endeared by his softness.

“No, what’s wrong?”

“I er, I got you these...” he pulls his hand back from his coat, a small bundle of purple flowers wrapped with a piece of twine in his hand. You’re floored, the small purple bundle and the hopeful look in his eyes make your throat close up.

“W-what?” You stumble, reaching out to take the flowers from his shaky grip.

“I wanted to say thank you for looking out for my bab- Homer, I mean Homer. My Homer, the cat.” He fumbles over his words, his cheeks getting pinker the more he talks.

“Oh wow, thank you.”

“I remember you saying that you liked purple flowers.” He shrugs, but you can see his hands awkwardly fiddling with the edges of his coat.

“I said that… back in college?” Your eyebrows crease as you look at him, and he tries to hide his face in the folds of his coat collar.

“I guess I just remembered it.”

The warmth in your chest spreads, and you snap your eyes up to meet his. You feel yourself falling all over again - you do every time you see him.

Which was increasingly regularly since he moved into the apartment across the hall. You could avoid him easily when you wanted to, but when he looks at you that way, you forget why you don’t want to see him.

You open your mouth to speak, but you’re cut off by a yapping and a crash from inside the house.

“I gotta go-“

“Yeah, no yeah. Sure.” Namjoon stumbles, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly and stepping back, his eyes still on you.

“Thank you.” You say in a small voice, waving the flowers. He beams at you, and after basking in it for just a moment, you force yourself to close the door.

You walk into the lounge to see Phoebe standing on the sofa, slipper in her mouth. You walked forward to ask what’s wrong when she darts past you, jumping and scratching at the door.

Confused, you gently lay the flowers on your table before going and scooping up your dog. She lets out a defeated whine in your arms, letting the slipper fall from your grasp.

“Come on you weirdo, let’s take you out.”

— —

Work had been a bitch.

There was no simpler way to put it. Your boss channeled all their issues at you, extended your shift and managed to spill their coffee down your pants.

But when you saw Homer relaxing in the evening light out in front of your complex, tail flicking and squinting wistfully in the fading light, you felt your tension start to slip. His greying hair poked out in awkward directions, but he was carefree, making a smile slip onto your face.

“Hey little man.” You coo, squatting in front of him.

He gets lazily to his feet and stretches before climbing up into your lap, rubbing against your stomach. You hold in an excited squeal, simply channeling your excitement into delivering the best pets ever.

“He’s such a little attention seeker.”

You turn to see Namjoon standing behind you, vet scrubs on under a huge earthy jacket. Homer jumps from your lap to deliver Namjoon a small meow before disappearing into the street behind you.

“He’s a cutie.”

You push to your feet and walk to the door of the building, stopping to hold the door for him. He jogs to catch up, giving you a thankful smile. You walk in a comfortable silence occasionally side-eying each other. You stop where your paths diverge, the want to talk to him after your long day immense - but he beats you to it.

“Homer seems to like you. He’s not very friendly with people that aren't me.” He grins, turning to face you. You shrug, but you can’t help the smug satisfaction that seeps into your features.

“The boy’s got good taste.”

Namjoon laughs, a light tinkling sound that rocks you right to your core. You feel the smile grow on your face, the need to drag more giggles out of him rooting itself into your soul.

The evening light filters in through the tiny windows of your lobby, basking his skin in a glorious honey glow. His chocolate hair looks golden, sticking out awkwardly. You knew it was because he ran his hands through it when he concentrates- you remembered so many little intimacies about him from college. They were buried in the back of your mind, squirrelled away and saved for your darker day.

He looked like a painting, softened and divine, his eyes following your every move. It was intoxicating.

“Oh, he’s covered you in hair. Here…”

He steps forward and starts to pick some of the fluff off of your stomach, and you look down to see yourself covered in long grey and black hairs. He’s so close you can hear him breathing, the scent of his mint body wash drifting to your senses. His hands move fast yet so gently, tugging strands from the fabric of your shirt.

You lift your face, only to find his mere inches from you. His face is scrunched as he concentrates, completely unaware of how fast your heart is beating. You swallow thickly, and it seems to snap his attention to you as he turns his eyes on yours, expression softening as he searches your face. He was honey and gold in front of your eyes, all for you to explore.

You press your lips against his in an instant, want and desperation flooding your veins. He kisses you back, spreading his fingers over your lower back, dragging you against him. His lips are soft on yours, gentle and coaxing, inviting you to get lost with him.

You let him fill your senses, you mind, your soul. The way he holds you against his chest made all the past hurt start to slip away.

But then it slams into the front of your brain - the last time you’d let him in like this.

You pull back from the kiss, eyes wide as you stare up at him, lips tingling. His tender smile begins to slip when he sees the storm in your eyes.

“Y/N?”

“I shouldn’t have done that, I’m sorry-“

“Why?”

“Because the last time this happened I woke up and you were gone, Joonie- no, Namjoon!”

You pull away from him, hating how wrong it felt for his fingers to be dragged from you. You step back into your door, scrambling behind you to get it open.

“Please, wait! There's been a misunders-“

You didn’t want to take your eyes off him, but you needed to leave. The door to your apartment swings open and you dart inside, a heavy weight on your chest dragging you down as you slam it behind you.

“Y/N?” His voice is soft as he knocks on your door.

You just know what he looks like. Mouth drawn to the side, eyebrows creased and the stars shattered in his eyes. He was an open book to you, and that hurt you more than it should.

“Please.”

You slide down the door, palms pressed to your eyes, bathing you in darkness. You don’t know how long you sit there, flushing the pain from your system.

You’d let yourself slip again.

This had happened before with Namjoon. You’d let him get close.

It had been a graduation party. There was alcohol, dancing, an accumulation of something that had been building between you for at least a year. He’d kissed you first - typical him, wanting to get ahead.

You jumped in to it anyway, your heart finally getting what it so desperately craved. You’d both stumbled back to his apartment, sloppily, drunkenly, tenderly spent the night in each others arms, a prospective hope settling in your bones. Hands and mouths, gentle kisses between rougher movements. It was damn near perfect.

But the next morning you’d woken up in his bed, no Namjoon, no explanation, nothing. You shot out of there, limping home to lick your wounds. You’d hoped that would be the end of the Namjoon saga, that you could get on with your life. But here you were, Namjoon moving into the apartment across from you five months ago - and a daily reminder of what had happened.

He’d tried to get in contact at first, but your pride was too sounded to hear him out and he stopped. It was some cruel twist of fate that he should move so close to you, and try as you might to stay mad at him, he’d do something so soft or flash you a tender smile and you’d forget everything.

But that was how you’d ended up here again. You wouldn’t get hurt a second time.

A small warmth pressed itself under your elbow, nuzzling it’s way under your arm.

You snap out of your spiral and look down at Phoebe, heart melting at her huge eyes. You scoop her into your arms and cuddle her close.

After what felt like an eternity, you get off the floor, pup in your arms, and walk through to your bedroom - but not before picking up the purple flowers from your counter and dropping them in the trash.

— —

You’d shut the window.

You knew it was unfair to take it out on the cat. Homer had done nothing wrong. But to be reminded of Namjoon at every turn, the memories of the cat at home against his bare chest… it was too much.

Phoebe had caught wind of the change too, and spent a lot of her day sulking in her bed and staring at you with big, pitiful eyes.

The cat food and bowl had been stuffed in a far away cupboard, out of sight and out of mind.

The days ticked by, your heart and mind a hardened shell. You had refused to let yourself feel anything. Before you had been too sensitive, and you weren’t going to repeat that again.

You sat on the rim of your bath and watched the water run, steam billowing out of your poorly ventilated bathroom and down the hallway.

You had zoned out, watching as the bubbles got dragged under as the hot water jetted into the tub.

With a quick glance down the hallway, you realise the steam had filled your apartment. Without thinking, you jog to the window and open it just a crack, letting some of the air slip outside and dissipate.

“Behave yourself.” You tell Phoebe, who still had the slightest smudge of peanut butter on her nose.

You’d tried coaxing her off the bed with some of her favourite treat, but it had proved fruitless, so you gave in and dropped her some peanut butter anyway.

Undressing and sinking into the water, you try and force your mind clear of everything. You had only been in the bath for fifteen minutes or so when you heard a loud clattering. Initially you wanted to ignore it, but the tug in your gut propelled you from the bath, robe thrown over yourself as you stride out to the living room.

“Phoebe?”

You scan the room, noting that she wasn’t in her bed. Anxiety taking grip, you search your apartment for her, getting more and more frantic with every minute. You looked under furniture, your closet, your bed, you even began opening cupboards.

The whole apartment searched, you stumble back into the living room, only to zone in your window - it had been pushed open wide, a gap big enough for Phoebe to fit through.

“No!” You shout, grabbing your keys and darting from your apartment.

You sprint out onto the street, eyes scanning the roads and pavements for your dog. Following the path round from your window, you found no trace of her. You couldn’t see or hear her anywhere, and with panic flooding you, tears begin to brim in your eyes. The accumulation of unfelt feeling starts to overflow, the built-up stress and hurt too much as tears made heavy tracks down your face. But despite the pain, you knew you needed help if you were gonna find your pup.

Pushing your bubbling hurt to the side, you dart back into the building and pound on Namjoon’s door. You banged incessantly until the door opened, a hollow feeling in your chest.

His annoyed expression at the banging morphed into shock when he sees you, panic in you face and short white dressing gown wrapped around you, silent tears tracking down your face.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, voice low and worried.

“My dog, I can’t find her, she’s not in my apartment!”

“Your dog?”

“Yes! She got out my window and I don’t know where she’s gone!”

“... is she a puppy? Big eyes, dark fur, has a thing for slippers?”

You feel your heart grind to a stop as you gawp at him, pulse thudding loudly in your ears.

He simply gestures for you to follow him before turning and walking away. You follow on quickly, shutting his door behind you and running to catch up with him. He stops by his window and points to his cat’s bed, relief flooding through your body.

There on the large cat bed lays Phoebe, wrapped up and asleep with Homer.

You rush forward and scoop her up, cradling her into your chest. She sleepily licks at your chin as Homer gets to his feet, rubbing against your bare calves.

“How did she get here?” You ask, voiced choked and uneven.

“Through my window. I heard this huge crash and came to see them on the bed together. It’s been a while since she was last here, I forget how much noise she made.”

“Last time?! Is she here a lot?”

You stare down at the dog, betrayal and concern tingling in your mind.

“Yeah, I had to get a bigger cat bed for her and Homer - they kept bickering over it.”

“Did you know she was my dog?”

“No- i just thought some random dog needed a place to stay.” He shrugs, blush creeping across his face at your incredulous stare.

You look down at the dog bed a see a partially chewed slipper - identical to the one that turned up in your apartment. Letting Phoebe go, you plant her in the bed before picking up the slipper, brandishing it at Namjoon.

“Have you lost the other one to this?”

“Yes…?”

“It’s in my apartment. I guess that explains why Homer’s been all over it.”

You turn and look at the traitorous animals, both amused and annoyed at their antics. Your animals had truly played you.

“Look, sit down and have some water. You need to destress.”

He places a gentle hand on your shoulder and steers you to his couch. He shuffles off to the kitchen, and you become hyper aware of how you're only wearing your bathrobe. You shuffle the material to cover yourself a little more modestly as he walks back, holding a glass out to you.

You thank him and take a sip, eyes darting to your dog, who was now curled up with Homer again.

“What are we gonna do about them?”

“Well I don’t see how we can stop them - they always seem to find a way back to each other.”

You try not to read too deeply into his words, not wanting to apply them with what you had. But you look at him, soft and concerned, and you can’t help but fall into that spiral.

“I should go-“

“Y/N-“

“Thanks for looking after my dog.”

You get to your feet and hurry over to Phoebe, but she darts away from you, sprinting around the apartment and avoiding your grip.

Namjoon tries to head her off, but she springs out of the way, her and Homer escaping towards Namjoon’s bedroom.

“Looks like she doesn’t want to be separated.”

“Well tough, we have to go.”

“You don’t-”

“I do Namjoon.” You try to be assertive, but your voice cracks. You had to leave, you couldn’t be here any longer.

“You don’t, I’m not going to hurt you, Y/N.”

“It’s too late for that. “

He stares at you, chest heaving as he takes in steadying breaths. He steps close to you, reaching out to hold your hand in his. You want to pull away from his touch but you don’t, letting his fingers entwine with yours, large thumbs soothing over your knuckles.

“I’ve hurt you?” His voice is quiet and broken, shock filling his face.

So it would finally happen. You’d get answers. But the prospect scared you - what if he left because he didn’t want you the way you wanted him? You swallow thickly, carefully arranging the words in your head.

“After our night together at the graduation party.”

“I remember, but you left me.”

Your mouth drops, hurt and anger bubbling up inside you. You ignore the vulnerability in his voice, or the way his fingers feel laced with yours.

“I was the one that woke up alone in that bed, Namjoon. Not you.”

“I went out to get us some coffee as my apartment was empty. I thought you’d still be asleep when I got back, but you were gone.”

“What?”

Your eyes widen, fixed on his face, searching for a hint of a lie. Anything to validate what you had been feeling ever since that night. He turns his head away, cheeks reddening as he takes a deep breath.

“I know, it sounds stupid. But I’d been trying all year to get your attention. And I finally had you in my arms, but you were gone hours later.”

“I didn’t know…”

“I know that now… I tried to move on, but I moved here and began seeing your face everywhere like some cruel cosmic joke. And you didn’t want to talk, so I had to harden up.”

“Joonie…”

His eyes snap back to you, the nickname you’d always called him in the more tender moments of your relationship. A fire grows in his eyes, his fingers electric in your touch.

He pulls you to him and crashes his lips onto yours, free hand reaching up to cup your face. He kisses you like a man starved, like he’d lose you if you let go.

You feel your heart soar in your chest, a giddy relief washing over you. Although there was a tinge of guilt gnawing at you both misunderstanding each other for so long, there was a sense of hope tingling in your veins.

“I’m sorry…”

He murmurs, planting soft kisses on your cheek and lips.

“I never wanted you to get hurt.”

“I’m sorry too, if I’d have known…” you whisper, knotting your hands in his shirt.

He backs you into a wall, mouth back on yours. Finally detaching from your fingers, he snakes his hand to grab your ass, cupping it and holding you against him.

The kiss deepens, and you knot your fingers in his hair and pull him closer, rolling your hips at him.

He growls into your kiss, and finally, finally you were both heading somewhere good-

A loud bark echoes out from beside you, and you and Namjoon break apart to stare at the offending noise maker.

Phoebe sits beside Homer and stares at you, little tail wagging. You stare at her, making a mental note to give her a nice dollop of peanut butter later.

“Maybe we should move this somewhere more private.” Namjoon whispers, hopeful that the pets wouldn’t hear.

You nod, and grabbing you by the hand, he pulls you down the hallway towards his bedroom. He closes the door behind you, but not before the pets manage to dart in.

“Uh…”

Namjoon tries to usher them out, but they excitedly slip between his hands. It was almost comical, watching him chase your pets, but it made you heart flutter in your chest. It was something you could watch unabashedly forever.

“You know what, you win.”

He grabs your hand and pulls you towards his closet, shutting you both inside the tight space. He stumbles over boots and pushes the clothes down on the rail, making space to cage you in against the wall.

“Namjoon, what-“

“They can’t hear or see us in here. I know because once I thought Homer was missing for a whole day but he was just asleep in here and couldn’t hear me.” He beams at you, and you don’t know whether to be shocked or amused.

“This isn’t exactly what I had in mind…”

“What’s the matter?” He asks, letting his hands trail across your body and gently begin to unknot your robe. “Don’t think I can make you feel good anywhere?”

You balk at his words, but your body heats up at his confidence.

“Not a closet.”

He smirks, tipping your chin to face him as he kisses you, soft and slow.

You feel his hands tug at yours robe, finally freeing the knot and sliding it off your body. He pulls back looks down at you, a dark look in his eyes.

He slides his hands over your hips, tracing his fingertips across your skin until he reaches your slit. You gasp at the contact, but widen your legs to give him easier access. He smirks, moving in to kiss you.

Once you’d fallen into the kiss, his finger traces lightly over your clit making you gasp against his lips. His touch is feather-light at first, barely giving you enough friction but too good to stop.

His mouth begins to move across your jaw, kissing his way down your neck and across your shoulders. A moan slips out of you, and you can feel him smirk into your skin.

Finally, he begins to add some pressure, his fingers moving in slow circles over your clit. Your hands fly to his shoulders, fingers getting lost in the fabric as you let him work you up.

“Feel good?” He whispers into your neck, a shiver running down you. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

His finger runs down your slit to gather some of your pooling wetness on it before gliding back over your clit. He presses a harder finger to you, leaving you gasping.

His mouth finally sinks lower, latching onto one of your nipples. He swirls the bud under his tongue, pulling off with a teasing graze of his teeth before he moves onto the other. You suck in a breath, fingers firmly knotted in his shirt.

You feel your hips move under his hand, and he looks up at you with a triumphant glint in his eye as he pulls off your nipple with a pop.

Not one to be outdone, you slide a hand down from his shoulder and let it slip into the waistband of his track pants. You pull them and his boxers just low enough to let his cock spring free, stiffening and slightly curved, begging for attention.

His eyes wide at you as he releases your nipple, bringing his face level with yours.

“You want to play this game?”

“What game, Joonie?” You ask innocently as you let your hand lazily pump up his hard length.

His hips stutter at your touch, a smirk growing on your face. He lets out a shallow laugh, letting his head rest in the crook of your neck just for a second before bringing his face level with yours.

“So you do want to play.”

At his words, he slides his hand down your soaking slit to press a finger at your entrance before slowly, softly pushing the digit inside. He curls his finger inside you, building up from a slow pump until you throw your head back against the wall and whimper. He shifts so that his thumb reaches your clit, rubbing the sensitive bud.

When your vision stops swimming you lock eyes with him, silent challenge accepted.

You gather the precum that leaks out of his tip and watch him shiver at the touch, before spreading it down his length, lubing him up. You then began to lazily twist your hand up his length, watching his eyes haze over.

He surges forward to kiss you, both of your hands working each other higher and higher.

Your kisses turn to moans against each other’s mouth. He slips a second finger inside you, curling against your soft spot. You repay the pleasure, twisting your grip quickly around the head of his cock and watching his eyes flutter with the motion.

His hips thrust into your hands, his forehead creased, and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. His posture stiffens, his breathing heavier and soon you know it’ll be over for him.

With his free hand he pulls you off his length, pushing your hand back to the wall. He pulls the your other from his shirt and pins your wrists to the wall with one hand.

You whimper at the motion, pinned whilst he pumps his fingers inside of you. Your walls clench down on him, your hips thrusting off the wall and further into his hand.

“Joonie-“

“Cum on me.”

He presses his lips onto yours, and with a few final flicks over your clit you come undone. You gush over his fingers, your orgasm rolling through your body as you whine out his name again and again.

He watches you as you work through it, finally easing off when your body slows, your breath ragged.

“So beautiful.” He smiles, and you blow out a hot breath and laugh.

He presses you both against the wall, kiss searing and needy, large hands gripping all over your body.

“Off.” You groan out, tugging his tee over his head and watching him move away to tug his track pants and boxers off.

He stumbles slightly over a pair of boots, but kicks off his clothes and presses back against you, ghost of a laugh falling from his lips.

“Up.” He commands, tapping the back of your thighs. You raise your eyebrow at him, but he rolls his eyes.

“Jump up, Y/N.”

You do as he says, wrapping your legs around him, the warmth of his skin hot against yours. With his hands supporting your ass, you reach between you and run his cock through your wet folds, watching the goosebumps rise on his skin. You could watch him forever, rolling your hips slightly across his length.

He sucks his breath between his teeth, eyes darting to yours. You raise an eyebrow at him, daring him to do something. He bucks at you, the tip of him brushing across your clit and you gasp, realising that enough was enough - you needed him.

Slowly you line him up and begin to let him push inside of you, the slow delicious drag of his cock making your head drop to his shoulder. He lets out a low groan in your ear, holding you both steady when he finally bottoms out.

You stay there for a moment, lips meeting to kiss, slow and soft. But then he pulls back and pushes home, making you moan into him.

He starts a slow pace, watching his cock drag in and out of you. His eyes stay glued, transfixed by the way you take his cock in. With a quick clench your walls, he snaps out of his stare and drops his head back, the feeling too good to handle.

His thrusts start getting faster, his grip tight on your ass. Bringing his head back up to yours, he rests in the crook of your neck, hot breaths rolling down your chest.

You take the opportunity to plant kisses and marks along his throat, each thrust causing you to suck a little harder on his skin.

“Too good.. can’t…” he moans, and you try to let out a light laugh, but it’s more of a strangled moan.

He pulls out of you, and you carefully set your feet down on the floor. You feel terribly empty without him inside you, your chest seizing at the thought. But with a quick peck on the lips he spins you round, pressing his chest to your back and pinning you to the wall.

Grabbing both your hands, he laces his fingers with one and holds them above your head. You bring yours cup the other side of his hand, his large fingers soft in your grip. Slowly he slides his free hand down your arm, goosebumps rising along your flesh as he rolls it down your body until finally he lines himself up again.

He’s not as gentle this time, entering you just enough before then slamming home. You gasp beneath him, all you can do is push back your hips to meet him.

The drag of him feels so good inside you. He presses his lips against your ear, his panting filling your senses.

“Feel good baby, you like the way I fill you up?”

You nod, face pulled tight as he slams into you. His hand move over your hips to rub at your clit, circling the sensitive bud deftly. His curved length starts hitting your g-spot, and soon you’re seeing stars.

“So tight… even better than last time, Y/N.” He kisses the shell of your ear.

“Joonie…” you whisper, clenching down on him.

You can feel his hips stuttering, and the thrusts he pounds into your graze your stiff nipples against the cold wall. The sensations crash over you both, and you realise you’re both not gonna last much longer.

“Gonna cum baby, where?” He asks, breathy voice little more than a whisper.

“In me, just cum in me. Implant.” You grunt out, your grip tight on his hands.

“You’d like that, Y/N? Want me to fill you up with my cum?”

His voice has a croak, deep and sensual, and his fingers rub across your clit, rubbing you higher and higher until your body can’t hold back.

Your orgasm crashes through you, a strangled cry of his name leaving you as your walls clench. The pressure catches Namjoon and soon he’s coming too, filling you as he rides out his last few thrusts inside of you. Your throbbing core milks him totally, leaving you positively tingling.

You both still, your breath ragged and head swimming. You angle your head back to smile at him, only for him to beam right back. He moves his hands to grasp your own, bringing your entwined hands down to wrap around your middle, hugging you against him.

He kisses you, lazily and soft, contentment thrumming in your veins. You stay there for just a moment, feeling lighter than you had ever felt.

“We should probably get out of the closet.” He murmurs against your lips and you smile, nodding.

Reluctantly you both separate, gathering your clothes and hastily redressing. With a coy smile and locking your fingers, Namjoon opens the closet door and walks you both out on shaky legs.

On his bed sits Homer and Phoebe, curled up together and waiting expectantly. Phoebe’s tail wags excitably, whilst Homer whickers small meows at you both.

“Alright, I hope you’re both happy. Little traitors.” Namjoon tells them, blush creeping across his face.

You bark out a laugh, and he turns to watch you, dimply smile spreading across your face. You turn your head shyly, but his hand gently grasps your chin and turns you back to face him, thumb grazing across your cheeks.

“Come on,” you smile, pulling out of his hold and tugging Namjoon towards his kitchen. “You owe me that coffee.”

[shuahoonie]

bed, booze, and him. [tom holland]

PAIRING: college!tom holland x reader

SUMMARY: life as a university student is already hard. sharing a flat with two college guys (one semi-decent, one all-around-annoying) just to get through paying the rent? funnily enough, even harder. it’s halloween plus midterms just ended so that means parties are never-ending and students are getting wasted. you should be out partying but you're stuck finishing a paper. how are you going to survive the night again?

WARNINGS: swearing as per usual! mentions of alcohol! slight mention of blood! friends living that domestic life! reader literally being in love with their bed and i cannot stress that enough! otp sharing a bed????? what???? 

WORD COUNT: 4.3k 

SONG INSPO: drunk on halloween - wallows 

A/N: hiya babes! another long-ass note here! thank you for all the kind words that i’ve received from ragnarok.  i apologize as i’ve been slacking lately! i really tried to write whenever i had time but i’m mostly occupied with work & university. i’ll try to post something throughout the semester. [though no promises! the semester is going by way too fast and i’m trying to keep up lmao] in the meantime, enjoy this fluff that was based on a prompt that would’ve been poppin’ during 2013 lmao. also, can i just say how hard it is to figure out what type of songs tom listens to lmao.i based it off from this playlist i found on spotify! go give it a look 💛

gif credits: @tmholland  

vanessa’s masterlist

x

“’Cause you make me feel like, I’ve been locked out of heaven.”  A shirtless Tom sang loudly, looking for a top to go with his denim jeans. The basket of freshly done laundry was sitting on top of the couch when Tom started rummaging through it. 

“Oi, oi.” You called out as you swatted Tom’s hands away from the laundry. “I just folded these.” You countered as you began refolding and fixing the mess that he managed to create within seconds. 

“Just need a shirt,” Tom mumbled. 

“Yeah, no shit.” You grunted. “The top pile is yours, dumbass.” 

You didn’t even ask to do some of his laundries. He just saw you loading up yours and then started chucking some of his clothes inside of the washer. How you’ve managed to live with him, you have no clue.

“You’re welcome by the way,” You yelled sarcastically as you went back to your previous spot: the dining room table. Your notes were sprawled all over the table and sticky-notes placed on every possible page with your laptop beaming at you. 

“Thank you, darling.” He grinned, showing off that pretty smile that always made everyone swoon. “Y/N, can you tell me why are you writing a paper on a Halloween night when you could be partying and drinking the night away?” 

Tom was now sitting across you with his chin placed firmly on the palm of his hand, looking at your notes before turning his attention back to you. 

“Look, Holland,” You sighed “not everyone is having the time of their lives after the mid-term season is over. Some of us have to catch up with papers because life wasn’t supposed to be fair.” 

Tom held up his hands in surrender, “Alright darling, calm down.” He chuckled before standing up to pound on Harrison’s door again. “Mate, c’mon! You need to fucking hurry up or I’m leaving.” 

You just rolled your eyes at the sound of Tom’s annoying set of knocks. “Thomas Holland, I swear to god...” You groaned. 

“Y/N, darling, you know I love you but why can’t you just write in your room?” He asked. 

You narrowed your eyes at him before focusing back on your notes. “I could but I don’t want to pass out on my bed with a sloppy, unfinished paper watching me sleep.” You reasoned, not looking up at him as you were busy scrawling additional information on your notes. 

Tom hummed, obviously resting the argument as you’ve made your point. 

You really try your hardest and make an effort not to make your room a space that you associated your works with. You always studied either in the living room or at the library. Never in your room. 

You made sure that when you moved into the flat, you’d make an effort and would try to make your room as cosy as possible. You didn’t make a huge fuss regarding what you wanted. You got a skeleton-frame bookshelf, a study table, a nightstand, and a glorious bed. You had fairy lights strung up around your room as you kept the walls plain and white. 

You also had to accept that your bed would put a serious dent in your budget. You bought tons of pillows that take up at least half of your bed and a duvet guaranteed to keep you warm. 

You hardly meet the required amount of sleep a person needs but when you do get some zzz’s, the bed does the job and it does it well. 

Your room was sacred, and both Tom and Harrison knew that.

Harrison had only been inside your room once and it was an accident. It’s not that you forbade him, it was really just a matter of respecting each other’s privacies. 

Tom had been inside your room twice and none of those were accidents. 

One was when he and Harrison were playing hide and seek. You were quietly watching Netflix inside your room when Tom went in to hide since he claimed that Harrison would never suspect him being inside it. He promised to do the dishes for two days if you let him hide and you did. You were satisfied with his negotiation. 

The other was when he knocked on your door one night. 

“Hey, do you have a bandaid?” Tom asked you as soon as you opened the door.  

You raised an eyebrow at him.”Why?” 

He then showed his bleeding finger which caused you to gasp. “Tom, what the hell?!” 

You opened the door wider for him to come in and you quickly ran to your nightstand to grab the first-aid kit from the drawer. 

“Huh,” Tom hummed and sat at the edge of your bed while you sat on the floor, gently grabbed his hand to look at his wound. “Your room is oddly inviting.” He commented.

You looked at him oddly. “I beg your pardon?” 

“Hm?” You were still staring at Tom, waiting to elaborate on what he said. “Oh, I didn’t mean it like that.” Tom quickly apologized as he just realized what he just said. 

“Please, Tom, elaborate before it becomes awkward in the next sixty seconds.” You said almost too pleadingly as you started to clean his wound. 

Tom chuckled. “What I meant was your room is dangerously comfortable.” He said as he plopped himself down causing you to hiss at him.

“Hold still, you dickhead.”

“Seriously darling, if this was my bed, I’d never get up,” Tom mumbles happily as he tried to make himself comfortable, lying in your bed. 

“What were you doing that involved you and a bleeding finger anyway?” You asked. 

“I was trying to cook dinner.” He answers almost shyly. 

You were quiet for a moment, causing Tom to tilt his head over in your direction and look at you. You had your brow raised and disbelief was painted all over your face. 

You, Harrison, and Tom at least try to do some cooking in the means of saving money. It was a pretty smart way to get through their university life without always being on the brink of getting broke. You and Harrison usually took turns in making dinner while Tom was always in charge of breakfast, seeing that he was always the first one to wake up early. 

This set up was also made because Harrison claims that he doesn’t trust Tom with a knife. 

“I was trying to prove to Harrison that I can make pasta without getting myself wounded in some type of way!” Tom said defensively.

Harrison was right. 

You rolled your eyes playfully at him and finished up cleaning his wound. You rummaged through your kit, looking for a bandaid when you found a certain one that your friend gave you as a ‘gift’ from their trip to Japan. “There, all done.” You said after wrapping his finger with bandaid. 

“Thanks, Y/N. Sorry to-” Tom stopped himself when he raised his hand to look at his newly-treated wound and saw the pink, Hello Kitty bandaid that was staring back at him. 

You pulled a tight smile. “Make sure you change your bandaids every day! I have more if you need them.” You said innocently at him.

“Oh, darling,” He stood up to cup your face “I’ll make sure to knock on your door every day so you don’t worry too much.” He replied as he gently removes his hand from the side of your face. 

You dropped your smile and pushed Tom towards the door. “Bye, Tom.”

Now that you’ve thought about it, this whole “it’s Halloween! take a break at least!” thing only makes you want to leave all of your work behind and just crawl up to bed.

Harrison finally stepped out of his room, looking like he’s finally ready to intoxicate himself with alcohol and release himself from the stress this semester has caused him. 

“Fucking finally, mate” Tom let out a loud, exaggerated sigh as Harrison rolled his eyes at his impatient friend. “C’mon then, let’s go!”

“Can you calm down, mate?!” Harrison said as he made his way towards the kitchen. “You don’t even have a shirt on!” 

Jesus Christ, why are they always like this? You thought to yourself as you watched the two bicker in front of you. 

It’s always like this. The two would always have a tiny bicker every time they have to do something together. You always reasoned why on earth would they even have to do it together when they always end up bickering. They claimed that it’s all for fun and adds dynamic to their friendship. 

Dynamic my ass. Easy for them to say, they’re not the ones who have to endure two annoying dumbasses. 

“Could you be any louder?” You said in annoyance as you looked up from your laptop. You were about to start writing your paper, that’s due tomorrow mind you, and all you have is a sloppy mess. 

For crying out loud, who even gives out papers and assigns the due date the day after Halloween when they know students are drinking themselves shitless that night? Oh, that’s right, university professors do. 

And these two? Not helping. At all. 

“Yes? Is there something you’d like to add, darling?” Tom asked teasingly. Not without with a huge smirk plastered on his face. 

God, he’s ten times more annoying when he’s fueled by his impatientness and thirst for alcohol. 

“For fuck's sake” You grunted, bringing both your hands and ran them up in your face, obviously irritated. You’ve been roommates with Tom and Harrison for almost three years and until now, Tom can still find a new way to irk you.

Tom chuckled at the sight of you, dreading to pull your hair out due to the overflowing irritation. 

You stood up from the table and grabbed a black shirt from Tom’s pile of fresh laundry, then chucked it at him. “There, put that on and leave.” 

“Hm,” Tom looked at the black shirt that you shoved “Sure this is okay?”

“Yes, yes, now go. I can’t work with you two here.” You waved dismissively at them. “Especially you, Holland.” You pointed out as you looked at Tom pointedly. 

“Is it because you still have a crush on me, darling?” He teased, causing Harrison to chuckle. 

You narrowed your eyes at Harrison, who just grinned at your frustration. “That was a long time ago, ‘ya dickhead!” You groaned, slightly embarrassed that he still remembered that time. Curse the day you and a couple of friends went out for a drink. 

You had one too many drinks when Liz, a friend from your literature class, asked you a question. “Okay, I know you said that you’re friends-”

“Oh, no,” You groaned. “I know where this is going.” 

“Y/N!” 

“Okay, fine!” You raised your hands in defeat. “Shoot.” Fuck it, right?!

“Bed, wed, behead Luke, Josh, and Tom,” Liz stated with a teasing smile on her face. 

“Oh, the choices are horrible!” You exclaimed with an awful amount of concern for such a flimsy game. “Awfully considerate of you to use this version instead of fuck, marry, kill, by the way.” You added as you took another sip from your margarita. 

“Anyway, I’d kill Luke. After lashing out because I wasn’t comfortable giving out my number? Kill Luke, that easy.” You explained which earned a handful of approving nods. 

“I guess I’d have to fuck Josh,” You answered as you were still weighing the pros and cons of your answers as if they really matter. “I mean I’d only have to do it once anyway.” 

It was when you finished your drink when you realized what was left out of the options. “Wait,” You yelled quite obnoxiously. “I don’t want to marry Tom!” 

“Okay, but you have to admit that Tom’s cute.” Liz pointed out. 

“I mean,” You were flustered for a moment, “Y-yeah. Tom’ is good-looking, I’d be lying if I said otherwise but that doesn’t mean I’d like to marry him!” 

“You’re taking this game way too seriously, love,” Zoë commented with an amused look on her face.

“Is that so, Y/N?” A curious voice suddenly popped up from behind you and saw Harrison with a smirk on his face. 

Your friends said their quick hello’s and Haz politely returned them as well as asking how are they doing. 

“God, can I have one night without seeing both of my roommates?” You groaned and buried your face in the palm of your hands. 

“Well, I can grant you half of that wish,” Harrison commented before he asked the bartender for another pint of beer. “Tom’s stuck in the library, cramming for his Physics exam.”

“I told him to start his revisions early. That exam is no joke.”

“Yeah, and the bloody idiot didn’t listen,” Harrison grumbled. “But speaking of the idiot, you were saying you didn’t want to marry Tom? I didn’t even know he proposed.” He teased. “I didn’t even know you had a crush on him!” 

“I will kill you in your sleep, Harrison.” 

“Hey, I was just asking why you didn’t want to marry Tom.” He defended himself with a grin, obviously enjoying how flustered you were. 

“What are you even doing here, Haz?” You asked, plain exasperated. 

“Well, Y/N, I need to have a social life too.” Haz answered. 

“Can you have a social life somewhere else then?” 

“Nah,” He dismissed you and out of sheer reflex, you smacked the back of his head. “Oi!” He yelped in pain. 

You and Harrison were pretty close and you two established that early when you three started living together. You two definitely bickered like siblings and everyone knew that. Tom never felt out of place with you and Harrison as you three collectively found ways to annoy one another.

“It’s okay, YN,” Zoë tried to console you for a moment before adding, “Harrison can stay.” 

“You’re just saying that because you have a crush on him,” You grumbled before taking a sip of your drink.

 You suddenly felt a stinging pain from your arm and saw Zoë glaring at you, cheeks blushing. “Oi, what is wrong with you?” You cried while rubbing your arm, trying to disperse the pain. 

“I don’t see why you’re so deeply affected with the idea of marrying Tom,” Liz commented as she turned to you. “The two of you already fight like a married couple anyway.”

“I still would’ve loved to hear it from you, darling,” Tom commented as Harrison was fighting off a laugh behind him. 

“Keep dreaming, Holland.” was all you said before turning back your attention to your laptop. 

“We’re heading out for Jackson’s party, ‘mkay?” Tom called out, stuffing his phone and wallet in his back pockets.

“Mhm… sure… as if I care…” You mumbled as you started typing your essay, with your draft as reference. You were definitely annoyed at how you were spending your free time.

“I’m just saying!” Tom remarked in his defense “I just thought that maybe you’d wait up so…”

You tore your attention from your paper and looked into Tom’s eyes and said bluntly, “I don’t know how you do it, but you never fail to surprise me with that ego of yours.”

“I’ll miss you too, darling. Don’t stay up too late.” He winked then left.

"We’ll see you later, Y/N. Lock the doors!” Harrison said before waving you goodbye. 

x

You sat up from your bed, sneering at the loud banging noise coming from outside of your door. You blindly looked for your phone and as you found it, you checked the time and it says 3:21 AM.

“For fuck's sake," You grunted as you stood up and marched your way to the living room. You’ve only been asleep for less than two hours and you were ready to kill whoever’s outside your door. 

As you opened your door, you saw a very drunk Tom who looked like an absolute mess and will probably regret everything the next time wakes up. You leaned into your doorframe, as you watched Tom successfully maneuvered his way around the living room. 

“Tom, it’s past 3 AM.” You groaned in exhaustion as you watched Tom, clearly drunk out of his mind, trying to keep his balance. 

“Y/N, baby,” Tom greeted you, “‘ve missed you.” His speech was beginning to slur as he engulfed you in a hug. 

“Holland, you reek of alcohol.” You scrunched your nose in disgust and wriggled your way out of his hug. “Come, I’ll take you to your room.” 

“Nooo,” He drawled out as he dragged his footsteps inside your room, lazily walking to your bed.

“Tom, you can’t sleep here.” You argued as he still didn’t budge and just flopped on the top of your bed. 

“Why not?” He murmured, clearly out of it. 

“Because that’s my bed and you have your own, dumbass.” You replied as you threw your head back, frustrated. At this point, you knew it was hopeless. This was the most you’ll be getting out of him. 

“Hey, Y/N?” 

“What?” 

“I really, really like your bed,” Tom confessed which only made you roll your eyes. 

“Yeah, I figured.” You commented as you began pulling out the sleeping bag stashed in the back of your closet. You often wondered why you bought this as you were never the type who camps for pure pleasure. 

I guess I finally have the reason to use this now, you thought to yourself. You grabbed a couple of pillows and the plush blanket you’ve always adored then began setting them up on the floor where you will be sleeping. 

You stepped outside for a minute to grab a glassful of water and some aspirin for Tom before placing them on top of your nightstand. You also stopped inside Tom’s room for a quick minute to grab some clothes for him to change in. 

You didn’t know why you were doing all of it but there you were, standing in front of Tom’s closet, looking for a shirt and some sweatpants that he could change in. 

After you’ve managed to grab Tom’s clothes, you popped back into your room only to find Tom completely sprawled on top of your bed. You quietly approached him and gently dabbed the damp towel (that you also prepared before coming back to your room) all over his face. 

Brushing Tom’s hair away from his face, you couldn’t help but stare at him in complete awe. Until now you were still asking yourself why you’re going the extra mile for him. 

Maybe you were trying to convince yourself that you’re trying to be a good friend and should be looking after him. 

Maybe you were trying to convince yourself that you’re trying to be a better person and through this, you wouldn’t feel a sense of guilt if you let Tom pass out in the living room. 

Or maybe those pesky little feelings that you tried to suppress were emerging once again. You did have a little crush on Tom but there was no way in hell that you’d ever admit that nor does anyone have to know. 

Tom wasn’t bad. Yeah, maybe he does annoy you out of sheer pleasure but the guy wasn’t the absolute worst. 

Tom always gets you coffee when he knows he went over the line and pissed you off. 

He’d always leave little notes beside them too, saying “sorry if I was being an ass last night :(” or maybe something like “coffee in exchange for letting you sleep in a bad mood”.

You always said they were cheesy but you secretly adored them. You always kept the notes too, you were a sucker for those sentiments. 

You pushed your thoughts in the back of your mind and gently tapped Tom’s shoulder, asking him to wake up.

He eventually obliged, half-asleep as he sat up from your bed. 

“You need to change into more comfortable clothes, Tom.” 

“M-don’t want to,” He murmured as he rested his head on the headboard. 

“You are literally covered in sweat, dumbass.” You argued, “Also, I don’t want my sheets to smell like sweat and alcohol.” 

Tom sighed as he took off his shirt and changed into clean ones. He was about to take off his pants when he caught you watching at him. 

You quickly turned your attention away from him, your cheeks definitely burning from embarrassment. You didn’t even know why you were watching him in the first place. 

You always see Tom shirtless so that wasn’t a huge deal, and there are a couple of instances where you saw Tom walking around the flat with just his boxers on.

Why you were suddenly embarrassed with an almost half-naked Tom, especially when this was not a foreign sight for you, only confused you. 

Maybe, I’m the one who's drunk. 

"Are you decent?” You asked Tom, afraid to turn around as the embarrassment was still running through your veins. 

You heard a soft chuckle from Tom and he murmured “yeah” in response. 

Tom laid back and took the spot at the edge of your bed as you took the sleeping bag that you prepared a little while ago. 

You quickly peeped at your phone to check the time and it was almost 4 o’clock in the morning. You were wide awake now. 

“Hey, Y/N?” Tom suddenly called out.

“Hmm?” You hummed in response. 

“Did you know that flamingos bend their legs at their ankles and not at their knees?”

“I-uh,” You were lost for words, either at this fact or due to the fact that Tom even knows this. “What?”

“Well technically, the joints that we see on their legs are their ankles while their knees are much closer to their body and are hidden under their feathers.” 

“How do you even know this?” 

“I usually do a deep-dive on the web when I can’t sleep.” 

“Oddly enough, that makes sense.” You confessed, chuckling. 

There was a small period of silence and you suddenly wondered where Harrison was. 

“Hey, do you know what happened to Harrison?” You asked out loud. 

“No,” He murmured. “Why are you suddenly looking for him?”

“Well you two left together and only one of you made it home, so I think I get worried for that idiot right?” 

“He probably crashed at Jackson’s or he’s hooking up with someone.” Tom answered. “I told him I was heading home and he said he wanted to stay so that’s my best guess.” 

You picked up your phone and tried calling Harrison but he wasn’t picking up. 

You furrowed your eyebrows and sent a text to Haz saying, “text me if you’re alive. need to know if we need to clear out your room. jk. pls text back.” followed by a “ also pls don’t do something remotely embarrassing. text back, haz. i mean it.” 

The room fell into silence once again and it made you a bit uncomfortable. 

“Tom?”

“Yeah?” 

“Do you mind if I play some music while sleeping?” 

“Go ahead, it’s your room.” He answered. 

You scoffed, “Yeah, thanks for reminding me.” 

“Anytime, babe.”

You connected your phone to the bluetooth speakers and put your playlist on shuffle. Soon enough Cigarettes After Sex’s song “K.”, started playing softly in the background. 

You shuffled across your ‘bed’, trying to find a more comfortable sleeping position. 

“This is going to kill my back when I wake up.” You mumbled to yourself.

“Sleep with me then,” You heard Tom suggest. 

“I beg your pardon?!” You were appalled. 

“Wha- Oh! Not like that, babe.” He quickly took it all back, trying to recover from another layer of embarrassment he just cost the two of you. “I mean yeah, sure, why not.” He joked.

“Ha ha, very funny Holland.” You said sarcastically. 

“What I meant was lay down next to me. Here. In the space next to me.” He cleared out. 

“I think I’ll be fine here.” You answered. “I mean what’s a day of pain right?” 

“Y/N, I think we’re two grown adults. We’re just sleeping together.” Tom tried to explain which only made you wince even more. 

“Tom, you really have to clarify things well.” 

“We’re two grown adults, sleeping in one bed. Nothing malicious there.” He did his best to do it properly. “Besides, are you really passing up the opportunity to sleep on your outrageously comfortable bed?” 

You sat up straight and shot daggers at him. “Screw you, Holland. You should be sleeping on your own bed.” 

He closed his eyes and said, “’m too tired to move.” 

You sighed, grabbing a few pillows and your blanket. You made your way to the empty spot of the bed, right beside Tom. “Don’t try anything, Holland.” You warned him and laid right next to him. 

With his eyes still closed, he chuckled and said, “I promise, darling.” 

“I’m serious, Tom. If you try something, I swear I will curse you and the next three generations of your family to fail.” 

“I’ll marry you then.” retorted Tom.

Flushed from what Tom just said, you grabbed your phone to divert your attention to something else. It was then when you noticed a text message from Harrison saying, “i’m fine. crashed at jack’s lol. it’s not me you should be worried about, it’s tom. the blabbering drunk might finally confess he likes you haha.” 

You quickly turned off your phone as it only left you even more flustered. Right then, you felt Tom tug your hand only to interlace his fingers with yours. 

You turned to face him but he had his eyes closed. You decided to just close your eyes and force yourself to sleep. 

You were slowly falling into a deep slumber when you heard soft mumbles from Tom. “Goodnight, Y/N. Going to sleep with my heart racing is harder than I thought. The things you do to me, darling, you’ll never know.” 

x

hiya again babes, please leave some feedback!!!! whether you think it’s shit or just plain horrible! or maybe you liked it for some reason?? lmao any feedback is nice.

[eurydicum]

road trip — s.h

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson! Reader

Category: fluff 

Summary: You and Dustin planned a little road trip to go see Suzie in Utah, and of course Steve was gonna come along for the ride.

     Requested by: @ofrosesandteacups ! 

Word Count: 2.8k

Author’s Note: This is best read on the website rather than the mobile app, the app flubs up the formatting of it all

I really really liked this concept hehe :) 

Honestly, I liked it so much that I’m going to be doing a few spin-offs for this :) 

(I have five in mind!) 

Also! This takes place during an alternate universe proceeding season three, but all the demogorgon stuff didn’t happen, Mews is alive, Starcourt Mall and The Palace are present, the Byers (and El) didn’t move away, and pretty much Hawkins is very normal but all beloved characters are thriving and here. 

Lastly, this is kinda bad now that I’m re-reading it lmao sorry :( 

—

harrington master list 

    “Got everything packed, dears?”

     Your mom asked for the millionth time, checking over all of your belongings alongside Dustin’s things. You and Dustin both nodded, going over everything necessary once more from the list for your mother’s sake. Two weeks of planning and packing and so many long, extra nights of putting up with Keith at The Palace finally led to this fateful day  — and would actually lead up to a whole month of rest and recreation. 

    To put it simply, you and Dustin were very eager to go on another summer get-away. As much as you both loved Hawkins, it was nice to get a breath of fresh air from the insanity at home. On the plus side to everything going on, you’d get to spend your month with your favorite boys and finally meet the girl that stole your brother’s heart nearly a year ago.

    Dustin helped you pack everything into your minivan, placing the cooler in the middle and the bags on the chair that Dustin wasn’t going to be sitting in. You ran to your mom and gave her the tightest hug, Dustin joining soon after calling ‘group hug!’. 

    “Take care of Mews for us okay?” Dustin nodded at his mom, giving that concerned parental look to her. Your mom laughed, obviously agreeing to take care of the poor kitty for you both. Mews was your precious baby and you didn’t want anything bad to happen to her. 

    After long minutes of smothering hugs and kisses, you and Dustin drove over to The Palace to say your good-byes to all of Dustin’s friends. The car ride there was full of you two discussing ideas of what to do while you were in Utah and the like, Dustin scribbling ideas down on the backside of your checklist. 

    Roughly five minutes later, you pulled up to The  Palace and hastily parked the van. You looked to Dustin for a moment as he grinned at the sight of the arcade, and you could tell straight away that he wanted to get a couple of games in before ultimately leaving. 

    “You can play,” You murmured in your silence, tossing a bag to him as he sat in the passenger’s seat. Dustin smiled wider than before, throwing his arms around you in a tight hug. “Now go! — I didn’t put up with Keith’s shit for extra hours for nothing,” You jested, shoving your little brother out of the car. 

    The quiet buzz of fuzzy arcade static, cheering of kids, and intro start-ups on replay rang in your ears. In a way, it felt peaceful to walk in here without having to reprimand kids for beating up the machines when they got angry. You walked around the carpeted floors for a little while longer, eventually spotting Dustin with the rest of the gang. You chuckled softly to yourself, quietly reminiscing of your middle school days with all your friends. 

    “So you’re finally leaving, huh?” Keith questioned, bursting you out of your slight daze. He slowly chomped on Cheetos, eyes narrowing at you. You smiled sheepishly, nodding as you met his gaze. 

    “Yep. You’re gonna have to hold up fort without me, bud,” You joked, raising a fist up to Keith. He rolled his eyes, giving a small smile before returning your fist-bump. “Gonna miss you,” You added in softly, snickering lightly. While Keith was a creepy piece of shit, you guys became really good friends over time and you were quite pleased with that. 

    “No you won’t,” Keith laughed, making you snort and shrug. “Have fun in Utah,” Keith finalized before you saluted him and departed from him and join your brother. 

    “Ready to jet?” You asked, swinging your arm around your little brother. 

    “Do you guys really have to leave again?” Will frowned, walking over to give you and Dustin hugs. 

    “It’s only for a month,” You reminded as you were hugging Will. “We’ll be back before you know it,” You smiled. 

    “And you could help me with my new campaign?” Will asked with hopeful eyes, and you smiled at the charming boy’s question. 

    “I wouldn’t trade it up for the world,” 

    There were numerous farewells exchanged between Dustin and the gang, and of course, you said your good-byes to the children that stole your heart. Before leaving, you gave Keith one last smile and wave — and of course, this caught Dustin’s attention. 

    “Since when did you get along with Keith?” Dustin asked as he slid into the passenger’s seat. 

    “I said he was creepy, never said I didn’t like him,” You chuckled, buckling up. “The guy is weird with single girls, but he’s … decent … enough with me,” You carefully chose, backing up out of  The Palace parking lot and toward the Starcourt Mall. 

 — 

    You and Dustin luckily found Robin’s car in the parking lot of the Starcourt, and you took the convenient spot beside her. You snagged your wallet with you and gave a quick glance at your brother. 

    “Wanna buy ice cream before we head out?” You asked with a grin, and of course, he nodded. The both of you hastily walked into the mall and toward Scoops Ahoy with a determined stride. The two of you were so goddamn excited and were minutes away from heading out on your day-long trip and month-long vacation. 

    “Robin!” You cheered when you saw the pretty face of your favorite worker. She smiled and glanced over her shoulder to yell at Steve. 

    “Hey dingus! Your wife and kid are here!” Robin drawled with a teasing tone, and you’ve never seen the guy stumble out from behind the backroom faster. He had already changed out of his uniform, dressed in a thin sweater and jeans. 

    “You forgot something,” You teased, striding over to him to pluck the hat off of his head. Steve chuckled and gave you a little kiss on the cheek, taking the hat from your hands and tossing it onto the back counter. Robin rolled her eyes endearingly at the two of you  —  honestly finding you two disgustingly adorable. 

    “Let’s hurry up and go,” Dustin exaggeratedly said, causing a short laugh to come from Robin. 

    “Yeah, come on, lovebirds,” Robin teased. “Little Henderson’s gotta see his girl too,” You laughed, parting from Steve before leaning against the counter. You tapped the silver bell and gave a cheeky grin at Robin. 

    “Mind if we grab some ice cream first?” 

 — 

    In less than thirty minutes the three of you had left Hawkins with bubbling thrill in your stomachs and smiles on your faces. Steve took care of the driving duties while you were his not-so-alert passenger. You were hunched over on the dash, the list from earlier and a pencil in hand. Thus far, you three had hiking, ice cream, and museums vaguely written down.

    “How about the movies?” Steve suggested. “If memory serves me right, ‘Ferris Bueller’ should be coming out,” 

    “Oh! ‘Aliens’ is coming out too!” Dustin reminded, and you hastily wrote down their suggestions. Steve glanced over to you for just a moment, quietly admiring you and silently doting on how cute you were. You were sat cross-legged on the seat and your face was hard with concentration as you attempted to write as legibly as possible.

    “Eyes on the road, Harrington,” You called him out with a little smile playing on your lips. His eyes shot back to the road, a light blush across his cheeks. After writing down the lists, you looked back over to Steve and quickly left a short kiss on his cheek. Steve blushed a little more and giggled lowly, reaching over to hold your hand without taking his eyes off the road. 

    Dustin smiled to himself when he noticed Steve holding your hand daintily. Honestly, Dustin was insanely happy that you and Steve were dating.  More often than not, you were full of bright grins around him. It was obvious that Steve made you happy, and that much made your brother elated. 

    He loved you both in his own way, and he couldn’t imagine a better summer than the one he was about to have. He was going to be surrounded by some of the most important people in his life and soon come back to see the rest. 

 — 

    By the time it was 8:00 PM, you all reached a mostly empty campsite. Sunset would come by nine and it was best to get yourselves situated sooner rather than later. Steve parked the van and you hastily popped open the trunk, crawling inside to grab the giant blankets and pillows you instructed for them to bring. 

    Steve began to set up a little campfire while you and Dustin set up the sleeping space — one thin blanket laid across the surface of the van as a make-shift comforter and the numerous pillows scattered where your heads would be. While Dustin worked on setting up the radio and numerous snacks for the lot of you, you fumbled with stringing up the back end of the van with the numerous set of fairy lights that you purchased from the shop. 

    “Good job, campers,” Steve proudly appraised, a cheesy grin on his face. 

    “Wow, Eagle Scout Harrington  —  look at you,” You jested, gesturing over to his campfire set-up. Surprisingly, he did rather well with the whole thing. Dustin applauded him and the fool bowed as if it were some performance. You chuckled at their silliness and gathered together the graham crackers, marshmallows, and chocolate. Steve lurched inside the van and grabbed the metal hangers he brought along for this particular moment. 

    The three of you sat in the comfy back of the van, at ease with the world and one another. The night was quiet, save for the occasional bustle of the trees due to the wind or the howl of distant creatures. You head was leaning against Steve’s shoulder and your hands were intertwined while you toasted your marshmallows. 

    Not even a few hours into the day and the moment was already perfect. Dustin and Steve shot jokes at one another —  one of which included Dustin turning into a gummy-mouth monster with the melted mallow. Music was softly playing in the front of the van and the fire warmed your shivering forms. 

    The meal eventually subsided, and all the laughter came to a gradual halt as you all felt sleep creep behind you. Steve held you in his arms, and you were facing your brother. While both of your boys had been asleep, you were still awake. You brushed a stray curl away from Dustin’s face and smiled to yourself, peaceful as can be. 

 —  

    Back on the road and only a few miles away from Suzie’s house. Dustin could barely contain himself as he practically bouncing in his seat, entirely fidgety and restless as the destination came closer and closer. Steve checked out Dustin through the rearview mirror and laughed. 

    “C’mon, bud,” Steve smiled. “Don’t get all hyper now, we’re almost there,” You smiled at the little comment and lulled your head against the seat, staring out at the barren land before you. Hawkins was filled with trees and yet here in Utah it was deserted and you could feel the heat radiating from outside. It was definitely a lot hotter than Indiana. 

    Before you knew it, Suzie’s house came into view and Steve parked as excruciatingly slow as possible  —  obviously to torment Dustin. Before Steve could even drive up to the house, Dustin was already unbuckled and literally ready to hop out of the van. 

    “Fuck this!” Dustin complained as Steve joked to adjust the parking one more time, and leaped out of the van. He hastily ran up to Suzie’s house and knocked on the door, rocking back and forth on his feet as he waited for the door to open. 

    “Should we go too?” You asked Steve as he set the van on park, and he nodded in your direction with a grin. You both stepped out of the car and by the time you approached the house, Dustin and Suzie were wrapped up in one another’s arms. 

    “So she is real,” Steve hummed in amusement  —  causing you to chuckle and slap him square in his chest. 

    “Of course she’s real, idiot,” You laughed, rolling your eyes. Dustin and Suzie began with the cute, but cringey nicknames and that alone almost made Steve burst out laughing. You had to cover his mouth and suppress your own laugh too, both you just grinning stupidly at one another before Suzie interrupted you two. 

    “Hi! You must be Dustin’s sister,” Suzie addressed you first, beaming sweetly at you with her hand extended. 

    “[Y/N] Henderson,” You grinned as equally bright as her. “It’s a pleasure to meet you finally,” You shook her hand firmly. Suzie returned the gesture, her smile practically never ceasing. 

    “I’ve heard only good things,” You added on with a little wink, your gaze flickering over to Dustin for a moment. 

    “I sure hope so,” Suzie giggled, giving her boy a playful glare.

    “It’s nice to meet you, Suzie,” Steve then cut in, offering his hand out to the young girl. 

    “You must be Steve,” Suzie said as she adjusted her glasses for a moment, reaching to shake his hand immediately after. “Dustin talks a lot about you as well,” She mentioned. 

    “I’ve heard only good things,” Suzie mimicked, smiling in your direction as she said this. You chuckled lightly at the repeat, your cheeks flushing a light red. 

    “Come in,” Suzie motioned, leading the lot of you inside. Once past the living room, you were met with a gorgeous dining room with plates of food waiting for you all to devour. 

    “Did you make this?” Dustin asked with a surprised smile. Suzie nodded with a proud grin, quickly asking for your preferred drinks before heading out to the kitchen. 

—

    During the lovely lunch, the lot of you were chatting among yourselves — telling embarrassing stories and teasing one another. You told Suzie all about the embarrassing moments of his and he did the same for you, but this was all in good fun. The room was filled with the beautiful sound of absolute bliss. 

    Suzie asked all about Hawkins and what it was like out there. She was grinning at the prospect of endless miles of trees and having snow fall on your tongue during winter. 

    Midway through the dinner, you felt Steve’s hand reach for yours under the table. You happily took hold of his hand and gave it a soft squeeze. While you continued to eat and listen about Suzie and Dustin’s adventures during summer camp, Steve stared at you lovingly — and back again toward the children. While you were listening, Steve leaned over and whispered sweetly into your ear. 

    His comment raised heat to your cheeks and your hold on his hand tightened just a little bit more. You looked at him with a soft gaze, lowly resisting the urge to kiss him right then and there. Dustin picked up on this new exchange and gave a curious look to the pair of you, narrowing his eyes and suspiciously looking to you both. 

    “What did you tell her?” Dustin asked slowly, assuming that he said something promiscuous or something of the sort. You shook your head and dismissed his question, waving your brother off. Dustin rolled his eyes and picked up from where he left off. 

    The entire lunch was lovely, and the rest of the entire month was even better. Every moment shared between you four was filled with laughter and smiles, practically emitting the personification of summer and love. Honestly, you didn’t want to go home and miss out on more of this. 

     Throughout the entire vacation, you couldn’t help but ponder on Steve’s whisper from the first day. They were the words that kept you attached to Utah truthfully. And you entirely believed it was true. 

    “We’re like a cute little family,”

[phoebenavarro]

in honor of bmc closing here’s some notes I took on my phone after I saw the show in may and never actually got around to posting lol

under a cut cause long

Jeremy’s striped shirt is very reminiscent of Ness’s shirt in Earthbound (hc: Jeremy is a huge Mother fan, he loves Earthbound and he’s played fan translations of Mother 3) (he always wanted a group of friends like Ness has in Earthbound, people he could save the world with. He’s always had Michael of course, but he wanted to be part of a party like in an rpg) (and by the end of the show he does)

Love all the details behind Jeremy’s bed-- empty soda cans, the n64 and NES, and ROB

All the details in the set are great, like the posters at school and in the mall. There’s a poster for the GSA that says “Don’t fear queer”

Jeremy sounds like he’s about to cry as he says “I was just trying to get to my locker” when Rich is writing on his bag :(

“No, I always sweat this much” *furiously wipes forehead with sleeve*

“I get it, you’re a virgin!” the look of pure MORTIFICATION on Jeremy’s face

Christine touching Jeremy’s chest and he clutches his heart and looks like he’s about to have a heart attack (MOOD)

Christine stopping herself from info dumping at the beginning of ILPR but then seeing that Jeremy’s interested and the words spilling out of her is SUCH an ADHD mood

Jeremy mouthing “fuck, no” when Jake first is talking to Christine

Anthony Chatmon is a very cute Jake. He makes him very endearing. He’s very earnest but also a complete dumbass LMAO

When Rich’s Squip glitches and he’s laying on the ground, Jeremy just walks away lol

When Rich is singing about his penis in the Squip Song, Jeremy points at his crotch and is like “your....?”

The projections behind the Squip people are SO COOL (all the projections are super cool I love them)

“All I have to do is give the Guy Who tor........... ments me six. HUNDRED- yeah he’s scamming me”

I adore two player game!!!!!! The choreography and the projections are great and its a super creative way to make a song where the characters are doing something as visually boring as playing a video game interesting to watch

Michael when Jeremy and his dad are talking is really the epitome of “your friend and their parent are arguing in front of you and you don’t know what to do”

“I think I just blew my bar mitzvah money on a wintergreen tic tac” is SUCH A GREAT line I love it

The squip: “You make everyone around you nauseated” Jeremy: huge smile, mouths “wait what”

The Squip likes to be tall

Literally being able to see the gears turning in the Squip’s head as it watches Jeremy interact with people. It’s absolutely fascinated

The Squip looks so happy and supportive when Jeremy does something good unprompted? Like it gives Jeremy a little thumbs up when Jeremy adds the “She’s french” line when talking about Madeline

Sync up is so awesome and I straight up can’t imagine the show without it now that it’s there. Like I love how Jeremy masters the Squip hand choreography and he’s totally in sync (ha) with everyone else

Okay but I am DYING at the play being set in Athens............. Georgia (like... I went to school there! Go dawgs!) (I saw a production of midsummer once where the “you’ll know him by his athenian garb” meant that Demetrius was wearing a bulldogs sweater)

The Squip is absolutely BAFFLED when Jeremy is talking with Christine and being a huge fucking dork and she’s actually into it. And it’s just fascinated by here. Love it. I think it realizes then and there that she can’t be as easily manipulated as someone like Brooke, and I think that’s why it tries to kind of steer Jeremy away from her.

The Squip is like. So pleased with itself during all of Guy I’d Kind of Be Into

“DID YOU KILL EMINEM” “Noooooooooooooooot exactly” (low key the funniest line in the show)

Brooke and Jeremy are actually really cute and I get really sad for her cause she clearly likes him a lot and he just ends up hurting her (which was not his intention, but like, it still happens)

You can see the beginnings of the Squip’s plan forming as it watches everyone sing “I’m tired of being the person that everyone thinks that I am” during Upgrade

Loser Geek Whatever is. God. So relatable. And so many lines in it hit me so hard because like, someone put that experience into words

You can see Michael on the screens in the set walls saying Jeremy’s name for a second after the “optic nerve blocking on” line

I need a recording of the intermission music it’s so funky and I love it

I LOVE brooke’s dog costume it’s adorable

Jeremy says “fucking incredible” while the Squip is dancing during halloween

The Squip rolls its eyes at Jeremy for not realizing that Chloe is hitting on him and gives Chloe a look like “I know, he’s so oblivious” when Chloe laughs at Jeremy for not getting it

Chloe falls over on the bed during Do You Wanna Hang

The Squip flops face down on the bed when it gets shut down because of the alcohol and then it just stays there for the rest of the scene

Literally everyone in the audience gasped when Jeremy called Michael a loser

Michael does some of the same choreography from Two Player Game during Michael In The Bathroom and it hurt my heart

“pucking your way through the cast of midsummer” okay but what cast of midsummer HASNT had that one person that dates/hooks up with multiple people in the cast

I realized that the reason the Squip tells Jeremy that he has to leave NOW is cause it knows Rich is about to set the house on fire, not because everything else went poorly for Jeremy

Rich set a fire is SUCH a fun number, I love everyone’s slippers/pajamas and I love Brooke throwing her banana peel off stage and flinging her headphones off

I love Jeremy’s outfit in the scene where he yells at his dad. He looks really good okay, even if he’s being a dick

Pants song is lovely, also at the “do you love him” line there was like a record scratch sound effect (Michael: yup, that’s me. You’re probably wondering how I got into this situation.)

God... I love Pitiful Children. It manages to be funny at the beginning and then it turns into an incredibly threatening villain song by the end of it... Extra disturbing because Jeremy is so into it

I LOVE everyone’s costumes in the play - all the sequins, and I love Brooke and Chloe’s wigs. (Bit unrealistic that those would be costumes for a high school play but they’re so cool I’ll let it slide)

Gotta mention Jeremy’s vocal glitches, they blew my mind. Can’t believe Will Roland just does that (also I’m sad the line about vinyl isn’t on the cast recording cause that was low key my favorite glitch)

Jeremy flipping off the Squip and then the Squip twisting Jeremy’s arm >:(

The Squip’s death is so cool... I love the effects. Technical theatre rules

I love everything about Rich realizing he’s bi. Compulsory heterosexuality really do be like that sometimes

“Hi Rich........ Bye Rich” Michael I love you

Rich like, trails his hand up Michael’s stomach and Michael laughs and smacks his hand away and then he’s horrified cause he hurt Rich’s burns

I gotta mention the Hello Kitty shoes because I still can’t believe they’re real!!!! I love them and I love Jeremy with all my heart!!!!!!!

“Embrace the traits that make you so odd!” Love is stored.... In the Brooke (She’s so sweet and also I think she really did like Jeremy in part because he’s “odd” so get fucked Squip)

Troy Iwata’s Michael has a different jacket for VIMH. He’s got a Japanese flag patch and there’s a different thing on the back. I couldn’t read it but it’s different from George’s. The details!

Voices in my head is lovely and it makes me so happy

(Sorry I still can’t believe BMC didn’t get nominated for at least sound design cause the sound design was amazing. Imo it also deserved a lighting design nom. Sigh. Maybe if they’d gotten more Tony noms it wouldn’t have closed so soon.)

But yeah. It’s been two days and I already miss BMC on broadway. But I am looking forward to the show having a very successful future being licensed for school productions and other local productions!

[dabi-the-chunky-burnt-nugget]

Assassin time

A/N: So I was reading this shindo yo assassin fanfic and I really thought I could do a Aizawa one-. Both are assassins and I hope they are but if there spys then that's fine also. Hahaha and this is my first smut-.I hope you all do like it! By the way I do not own any of the images I place in this writing.

Pairing: Assassin Aizawa x Assassin Reader

⚠️ Warning:Smut, language as always, killing (not a lot)

 "Just get the files and get out." Your boss spoke through your earpiece. You rolled your eyes as you moved quietly. You weren't expecting to go on such a mission today since it was your off day but it was whatever. As long as you got your money you were fine. No harm right? Well you were wrong because this place was locked down. You sighed as you stood in front of a clear room. "Never trust a clear room." You took a step and something came flying. You ducked as the items flew pass you and hit something. 

Pathetic traps.You thought.

You smirked as you moved to the side. "Paralyzing needle." You shook you head as you took a detector out of your bag you would carry around. This came in handy when you were dealing with big assassin groups. You pressed the button and a green light appeared, flashing over the room and detecting traps. You knew the traps were deadly but it was pretty easy for you.

 Not any average assassin could get through or even use such skilled manners as yours. You pressed another button which made the traps shut off. The device took a long time to make but it was worth the wait. You put the device up and smirked. You walked quickly down the room as your shoes tapped on the floor. "The y files are here sir, mission complete." You spoke as you made your way out of the room. You walked up through hallways and up stairs quietly and swiftly. There was no point in getting caught when you have the files and if you got caught well you wouldn't be seeing daylight again. 

You managed to sneak past cameras and even more traps. You made it to the roof where a helicopter had just came in. You sighed in relief as the bubble of worry of getting caught was going away. You got on and signaled for person driving the helicopter to go. You soon would give the files to your boss.

-

It was a Wednesday and you would always turn in files that day. It was some lucky thing that you had about the day so you made your way into the building. Files in your hand as you greeted everyone. You went up to the front desk and saw Betty. "Hey Betty, did he send for me?" You asked softly and kindly as she looked up. "Oh hey Y/N and yes he did call for you!" She said delightfully.

 Betty was always a good friend and very outgoing. Plus you were lucky to have her and she would tell you anything. "Have a good afternoon then!" You shouted and waved at her before leaving. You press button of the floor you were going to and waited. There was something strange about going to the boss's room today. Yes there was way from the roof up there but it was weird. You sensed something but brushed it to the side. The door dinged and you saw the floor was surprisingly quiet and empty. 

Maybe everyone is working on the other floors. 

You tried to stay calm and see how your approach would be. All you could do was just go and check. You walked down the hallway of the building and knocked on the door. "Sir I have the y files here." You spoke loudly and confident but heard nothing. How strange. You knocked again but still no answer. Worry started to bubble up in your chest and you didn't even have any weapons. How lucky was today. You sighed as you grabbed the handle; pushing it open with your hands shaking.

 You weren't scared it was just the fear of coming in uncalled for or somebody else was behind this door. "Sir I-." You stopped as you found somebody else in his office with him. His frame was way taller then yours. "A-aizawa what a-are you d-doing?" You knew this guy cause you use to go to school together. And 2 you knew his group but you didn't know the files belonged to him. You gulped your spit down hard as you saw your boss's body not moving. 

Did he kill him? 

You watched all his movements. "So your the one who stole my files, huh? I thought we were friends." He said bitterly as he pointed his gun at you. You were getting uncomfortable so you had to do something. You stepped back and slammed the door close. Taking a run for it when you heard him shoot the door. It was only a few seconds that he was running after you, yelling at you. You were happy you didn't wear heels but slides weren't any better. 

The floor was slippery but you were going pretty fast. And you couldn't believe your old friend was trying to kill you! Well you didn't even know if you were referred as friends now and you didn't even know you were stealing from him. Explains why your boss told you nothing and rushed you, he should be dead at this point.

Lying some of a bitch.

You were to deep in your thoughts that you didn't realize you just now fell. "Shit, shit, shit." You mumbled to yourself as he bent down. "Looks like your luck is up kitty." You held the files to your chest like you were holding on to your life. You tried scrabbling back but he just grabbed your ankle and slid you forward. He then grabbed you by your neck; squeezing it tightly. Your air circulation was cut off by this. Which was causing you to become dizzy. "A-aizawa stop.. please." You pleated for your life, "cat got you tongue. What's the matter Y/N?" He said as he snatched the folders away and tossing it along with his gun like it was nothing. 

His grip on your neck did get loser but you would be damned if you spoke another word. His hands roamed around your body;groping in places that you haven't let anyone touch in a long time. You stood stiff in your position. He then caught you off guard by ripping your shirt open and showing off your bra which was nothing special. He then lifted your bra which made your breast fall and jiggle. Your nipples touched the cold air and puckered up for the change of temperature. He sucked on one of them while playing with the other. He then switched sides and gave the same attention to both.

Shit.

You tried squirming out of his grip but it was useless. He moved himself up,"mmm, you look better like this kitty." He chuckled as he moved his hand down to your lower parts. You grabbed his wrist as you felt tears form in your eyes. He was quick to pin both of your arms down. You then felt the cold seep into your core. You felt your underwear dampening from the action he did earlier. There was only your panties and anything from touching it. "There's a wet spot here. How nasty." You felt his fingers slide up your slit which caused you to let out a moan. You cursed yourself for giving him it so fast. You closed your eyes for a second; trying to figure out your choices when you heard rustling. You didn't even realize he took off your underwear. You snapped your eyes open and saw how massive his cock was. He lined up his cock with your entrance; collecting some of your juices on his tip. He didn't even adjust you and when he slammed into you-you felt yourself stretch deliciously and painfully. You felt air leave your lungs when he started to move, "damn Y/N what made you this tight." He laughed as plunged himself into you at a rough pace. You tried to hold back moans but it was unbearable. His tip was hitting your cervix perfectly and the veins on his dick giving more pleasure which made you see stars. "Should've know you were this dirty kitty. A dirty little slut." He slammed into your harder causing you to squeeze and suck him in more.  "Your squeezing me kitty." Aizawa chuckled as he felt your body being to shutter under him. You were about to cum and he did notice. "Please.. I'm about to cum!" You screamed as you came onto his cock. You screamed his name and let out moans. "That's it kitty. Cum on my dick." He praised you as he was feeling his own release coming. His thrust became more harder and faster which made your tears start to fall. "I'll get pregnant-." He cut you off, "your even more of slut, you knew this was gonna happen." He said as he finally came in you. He let out groans and said your name a few times before calming down from his high. His thrust were sloppier now and when he pulled out he saw his seed dripping out of your cunt. He tucked himself back into his pants and lifted you bridal style. Your breathing was heavy and you felt like passing out. So you do and you fell asleep peacefully. He kissed your forehead, "Y/N,your such a trouble maker", he said as he picked up his gun; putting it back into his gun holder. Then picking up the files and placing them in your arms. "I have the files and she is here." Aizawa spoke through his earpiece as he made his way to the roof.

Maybe you shouldn't join another assassin business after this cause he sure taught you.

Alright guys, tell me that was alright! It was crazy and my first time doing smut. Crazy right? Lmao I'm gonna go now, hope you enjoyed.

[jocelynships]

Ice Skating

A/N: There are a few things to note before reading this!!

1. I was inspired to write this based off of a scene from X3, where Bobby freezes a fountain so Kitty can go ice skating. TBH, that whole thing is a bit of a mess bc I won’t go into it here, but the concept was cute so I made it into something to relate to my S/I’s story.

2. This is set in the MAIN storyline (not an AU, this is my own version of everything and my main story for my S/I), and this occurs a few weeks after my S/I arrives at the mansion. She’s 16 here, and I hc Kurt to be a year older than her. For other reference, she’s a year older than Kitty and Bobby, and Piotr is older than Kurt by a year. Again, personal HCs. This is also a PAST event for my S/I and the X-Men just in case that causes any confusion.

3. I don’t know how to actually ice skate. I apologize if I got shit wrong but I actually did research and HOPEFULLY the sites where all correct lmao.

Word Count: 5,030

Enjoy!

Jocelyn had hoped that after a few weeks of being here at the Xavier Mansion, she’d be able to relax enough to finally sleep at night.

That was far from the truth.

It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy being here. She loved it. It was better than her previous living situation. Charles Xavier and the X-Men had shown her a kindness she hadn’t seen in a long time. She was both relieved and kind of scared by it. Relieved because she could relax, but scared because what if this was all taken away? Jocelyn couldn’t fight off the nightmares she had about her mother, and was secretly paranoid she’d jump out behind any corner, ready to take Jocelyn away from her new friends.

Just as she was about to try and close her eyes, a soft knock sounded on the door. The blonde froze, even halting her breathing, just to make sure she heard correctly.

Another knock. This time, it was followed by a voice, “Hey, Joce? Are you awake?”

It was Kitty. Jocelyn took a deep sigh of relief, getting out of bed and heading over to the door. She cracked it open to see the younger girl standing behind it. Kitty grinned widely as Jocelyn peeked through the opening.

“Hey! I actually wasn’t expecting you to be awake,” Kitty exclaimed quietly. Jocelyn assumed she didn’t want to wake anyone else up, “How tired are you?”

“Not very,” Jocelyn opened up the door more. She noticed Kitty was fully dressed, with a pair of ice skates held tightly in her hand, “I don’t think I’m going to be sleeping any time soon.”

“Nightmares again?” Kitty frowned.

“Yeah,” Jocelyn’s eyes shifted down.

“Alright, I’ll tell you what. Get dressed, and then come down to the pool with me. Put on jeans and a jacket! And make sure you wear sneakers,” Kitty instructed Jocelyn, who simply raised an eyebrow in response.

“Why?” Jocelyn tilted her head in confusion.

“You’ll find out!” Kitty giggled, “Now hurry up! Kurt, Bobby, and Piotr are waiting for us.”

Jocelyn perked up slightly at the mention of Kurt. She might have just met him only a few weeks ago, but she was drawn to the fuzzy blue mutant. Maybe it was because he was nice to her. But whatever the reason, Jocelyn knew she enjoyed Kurt’s company.

“Alright, I’ll get dressed,” Jocelyn nodded, closing the door to have some privacy.

She changed into a pair of jeans and a warm jacket she had from her dad. It was a little big on her, but still, it made her feel safe. After slipping on a pair of sneakers Jean and Storm had gotten for her, Jocelyn opened the door.

“I’m ready,” Jocelyn gave Kitty a nervous smile.

“Sweet! Now come on!” Kitty held out her hand for Jocelyn to take. Jocelyn hesitantly took it, almost as if she was worried she wasn’t allowed to. Kitty gave her a reassuring smile, squeezing Jocelyn’s hand once it was in hers, “The boys won’t wait forever, ya know. But they like you, so I’m sure they’ll wait.”

Jocelyn’s eyes widened at that comment. People liked her? Well, she should have known since everyone was more than welcoming, and even made an effort to include her in their activities or simply hang around her. But hearing it was a completely different thing.

“It was Kurt’s idea, to try and cheer you up,” Kitty said as they went down the stairs, “He noticed you seemed a bit sad today. Then he brainstormed with Bobby and Piotr all afternoon on what to do.”

“So what are we doing?” Jocelyn asked as they headed out into the garden through the back door.

“Like I said, you’ll see!” Kitty looked back and grinned at Jocelyn, “It’s a surprise.”

Jocelyn remained quiet the rest of the walk, listening to Kitty talk about anything that came to her mind. Once the two girls arrived at the pool, they saw Bobby, Kurt, and Piotr all discussing something with each other. Kurt and Piotr were also holding ice skates, while Bobby didn’t have any in sight. Jocelyn frowned, trying to figure out just what was going on.

“Hey!” Kitty called out, holding up Jocelyn’s arm, “Look who I have with me!”

The boys all turned around, their faces lighting up as Jocelyn and Kitty walked up.

“Look at what the kitty cat dragged in!” Bobby joked, earning a groan from Kitty, a roll of the eyes from Kurt and Piotr, and a slight giggle from Jocelyn.

“Glad you decided to join us, Jocelyn,” Piotr greeted her, ignoring Bobby’s joke.

“Yeah, I figured it couldn’t hurt,” Jocelyn tried to give a grin. Kurt watched her closely, biting his lip as she wrapped her arms around herself once Kitty pulled away from her.

“Soooo, why don’t we tell her what we got planned?” Kitty moved to stand by Bobby, nudging him.

“Oh, yeah! That would be a good idea, wouldn’t it?” Bobby laughed, “Have you ever been ice skating, Joce?”

“Ice skating? First of all where are we going to go ice skating?” Jocelyn asked, genuinely confused. The other four simply smiled in response.

“Just answer the question,” Kurt winked at her.

“Um, no. I haven’t,” Jocelyn shook her head, “But where are we gonna…”

“Hey, hey,” Bobby held up his hands, “Stand back and watch.”

Kurt gently took Jocelyn by the arm, pulling her back from the pool as Bobby stood on the edge. Kitty and Piotr also stepped back, looking over at Jocelyn expectantly, as if she was supposed to react to something.

“Watch Bobby,” Kurt instructed, pointing towards the pool.

Jocelyn gave a nod, before looking over to see just what Bobby was going to do.

Bobby cracked his knuckles and rolled his shoulders back before crouching down. He looked over his shoulder, “Are you all watching?”

“Get on with it, Bobby!” Kitty exclaimed, causing Kurt and Piotr to snicker as Bobby huffed. He turned his attention back to the pool, just barely putting his hands on the surface of the water. His hands turned blue as he focused, his powers kicking in. A gasp escaped Jocelyn’s lips as the water in the pool began to freeze over. She watched in amazement as the crystals formed along the surface, the ice almost dancing as it froze over the last bit of water. Kurt only smiled at her reaction, hoping that it would help her feel more at home here.

“So, was that cool? Or was that cool?” Bobby asked, doing finger guns as he stood up and turned around.

“Oh. My. God. Bobby! You’re amazing!” Jocelyn cried out, laughing as she ran up and dropped to her knees at the edge of the pool. She reached out and touched the ice, unable to stop a smile from coming across her face as she touched it. It was cold, but in the best way possible. She stood up, her eyes sparkling, “Seriously, that’s so cool!”

“I’m really glad you think so,” Bobby smiled, putting an arm around her, “Now, let’s get you skating!”

“Oh, I… I don’t have a pair of ice skates,” Jocelyn sheepishly stated as soon as she saw Kitty and Piotr putting on their skates. Kurt already had his on, and was waiting patiently for Bobby to set Jocelyn up.

“That’s another thing that I can do,” Bobby grinned, “Sit down.”

“You can make skates too?” Jocelyn giggled as she did.

“Watch,” Bobby crossed one of his legs over the other, and waved a hand over his sneaker. Ice coated the sole of the shoe, and a blade made of ice grew from it.

“Oh my god,” Jocelyn gasped as he did it with his other sneaker, “That’s… wow. Seriously, Bobby, your powers are awesome.”

“I know,” Bobby popped the collar of his hoodie, “Now, your turn.”

“Alright, but I’m gonna be honest, I have no idea what I’m doing,” Jocelyn sheepishly admitted.

“That’s what we’re all here for!” Piotr assured her as he passed by, heading to the pool.

“I’m sure Kurt will let you hold onto him,” Kitty added, looking over to Kurt, whose cheeks had turned a dark purple at the comment.

“Uh, ja, I can help you!” Kurt cleared his throat, almost nervously. Jocelyn couldn’t help but feel her heart flutter at his behavior.

“See? Nothing to worry about!” Bobby clapped his hands, “Come on, Cinderella, let me give you your slippers!”

Jocelyn propped up her feet, allowing Bobby to wave his hand over them. Just like his, ice coated the bottom of her shoes, and two blades instead of one appeared.

“Two blades are easier for beginners,” Bobby said, “Let’s get you on the ice!”

Kurt came over and held out a hand to Jocelyn, “Here, I’ll help you.”

“Thanks, Kurt,” Jocelyn took his hand. Her balance was slightly off, but with Kurt holding her up, getting on the ice wasn’t that bad. However, once she started sliding forward, she let out a small yelp and grabbed onto Kurt.

He laughed and put an arm around her, “Don’t worry, I got you.”

Jocelyn looked up at him, blue eyes meeting gold. She felt her cheeks turn pink and ducked her head down, “I might fall a few times.”

“And I’ll help you back up,” Kurt patted her shoulder, “Besides, it’s all part of learning!”

Jocelyn had to giggle at that, slowly standing straight up. Her legs shook once more, but Kurt kept her steady, “I’ll follow your lead!”

Kurt grinned, his fangs glinting in the moonlight. He moved so Jocelyn’s hands were in his before pushing back, moving backwards slowly to give Jocelyn room to adjust. Her eyes were focused down on her feet, watching the movements.

“Look up at me,” Kurt said, “Don’t focus on your feet, just feel the movement, verstehen?”

“Oh, yeah,” Jocelyn looked up, nervously glancing back down at her feet for a brief moment, but looked back up when Kurt cleared his throat, “Sorry!”

“Don’t be sorry,” Kurt shook his head, “Just relax. I got you.”

Jocelyn bit her lip, looking over to see Bobby and Kitty racing each other around the edges of the pool. Piotr only watched them, just simply gliding around. She figured they did this often, considering they were all pretty good at it.

“So, you guys do this often?” Jocelyn asked, trying to find some way to break the ice. Figuratively, that is.

“In the colder months,” Kurt nodded, continuing to gently glide around the pool, pulling Jocelyn around with him, “In the summer the ice melts too easily. Besides, we much rather use the pool for actual swimming.”

“That makes sense,” Jocelyn’s lips quirked up, “Can I tell you a secret?”

“It’s safe with me,” Kurt winked.

“I can’t swim either.”

“Well, you won’t be able to keep that a secret either!” Kurt joked, causing Jocelyn to laugh even more, “You’ll learn. If not, Xavier has plenty of floats.”

“That’s reassuring,” Jocelyn settled down from laughing.

She felt at peace. Everything felt right. The Xavier Mansion was comfortable. The company of the X-Men was comfortable. She was comfortable right here, holding onto Kurt. Being around him, as well as hanging around Kitty, Bobby, and Piotr, made Jocelyn feel safe.

Jocelyn and Kurt continued talking amongst each other, slowly making their way around the pool. Kitty slowed to a stop once she saw the two of them talking together. She smiled as Jocelyn almost tripped, but Kurt caught her. Their laughter rang out into the night sky, warming the chilly air just a bit.

“Kurt seems really happy around Jocelyn, haven’t you noticed?” Kitty asked Bobby and Piotr as they came up behind her.

“He’s always like that with people,” Bobby shrugged, “He’s a friendly guy. After all, he did everything to make you feel welcome.”

“Even if you were afraid of him at first,” Piotr added, which earned a smack from Kitty, “What? It is the truth!”

“Yeah, Kurt is friendly and all that, but don’t you guys notice?” Kitty turned to the other two, “The way he perks up around Jocelyn. His eyes light up and he just seems… there’s more of a spring in his step, ya know?”

“Are you suggesting Kurt maybe likes Jocelyn? As more than a friend?” Piotr looked over at the two teens. Kurt was now holding onto Jocelyn’s arms, while she was gripping onto his. They were still laughing about something.

“I mean… it’s not unreasonable to think,” Bobby tapped his chin, “Rogue and Remy actually brought that up after dinner tonight.”

“I’m just saying that they’re kinda cute together!” Kitty sighed dreamily, looking back over at the duo.

“You aren’t wrong,” Piotr nodded in agreement, “And it’s nice to see Jocelyn is finally relaxing.”

“And Kurt does seem happier,” Bobby watched Kurt let go of Jocelyn, letting her try and skate on her own. One of her legs fell out from under her, causing her to fall back. Kurt quickly reached down to help her up, but she was laughing, “Why don’t we go help her some?”

“Sounds like a good idea!” Kitty pushed her feet forward, “Race you guys!”

“Hey, that’s not fair! You started before calling it a race!” Bobby shouted, quickly taking off after Kitty, “Come back here!”

“Everything has to be a competition with those two,” Piotr only shook his head, taking his time in heading over.

Jocelyn brushed off her pants, still giggling as Kurt helped her up.

“You did good! We need to work on you not losing your footing, but we’ll get there,” Kurt held onto her once more, brushing some hair that fell into her eyes back behind her ear.

“Well, you did say it was a part of learning!” Jocelyn recalled what he told her earlier.

“That I did,” Kurt held her steady, “Ready to try again?”

“Hey, guys!” Kitty sang out as she skated by them, stopping herself right as she passed them, “I saw you fall down, you alright, Joce?”

“Yeah, I’m okay!” Jocelyn answered, looking back at Kurt, “I have a great teacher.”

Kitty only smirked at Kurt, who turned purple again. He gave her a look as if to say, “don’t even THINK about it”, but Kitty already was.

“Yeah, he’s pretty good at skating, isn’t he? Who knows, maybe you’ll get better and you guys can do some cool tricks together!” Kitty suggested. Jocelyn turned back to her, slightly intrigued.

“Can you do any tricks?” Jocelyn asked Kurt.

“Of course he can!” Bobby exclaimed as he came up to the group, Piotr close behind him.

“Can you show me?” Jocelyn’s eyes were sparkling again. Kurt didn’t know what it was about this certain look, but it made him melt. How could he say no?

“One of you hold onto her so she doesn’t fall,” Kurt agreed. Kitty and Bobby both took one of Jocelyn’s arms, while Piotr stood behind her. The four watched as Kurt glided over to the side, “Thankfully these are figure skates.”

“I don’t know if he told you, but Kurt grew up in a circus. He was an acrobat,” Kitty told Jocelyn, “He also picked up figure skating.”

“What?! No way!” Jocelyn’s jaw dropped, “That’s… that’s amazing.”

Bobby gave Kitty a knowing look. He cleared his throat before calling out to Kurt, “Do a flip!”

Kurt looked over his shoulder, giving Bobby a playful roll of the eyes.

“Like a back flip?” Jocelyn raised an eyebrow.

“No, he just jumps in the air and spins around. It’s called a flip in sports terms,” Piotr clarified.

“Oh, okay,” Jocelyn nodded.

“But he can do a backflip on ice,” Kitty added, causing Jocelyn’s eyes to widen again.

She turned her attention back to Kurt, who was effortlessly gliding on the ice. He looked like he was almost floating. He began to pick up speed just before kicking off the ice and jumping into the air, spinning around a couple times, and landing on one foot. He spun around a few more times before bringing his other leg down and sliding back over to the other four.

Jocelyn clapped as he came back, “That was wonderful!”

“Thank you, Liebchen,” Kurt gave a rather dramatic bow, causing the others to laugh, “Now that will take a while to learn.”

“So why don’t we start out with the simple stuff, such as teaching her how to skate on her own?” Kitty suggested.

“And we’ll all be here to catch you if you fall,” Bobby assured Jocelyn, patting her shoulder.

“You want to try?” Kurt asked.

“You know what? I do,” Jocelyn confidentally nodded.

“That’s the spirit, Joce!” Bobby exclaimed, pumping a fist up in the air.

“Start off simple,” Piotr added, “Skate over to Kurt to start off. Kurt, move back a little bit so Jocelyn has some room to practice. Kitty, Bobby, you let go when I say so.”

Kurt skated back some until Piotr told him to stop. There wasn’t that much space between him and Jocelyn, but Jocelyn wondered if she could even handle that short of a distance.

“Just relax, Joce! You got this!” Kitty encouraged her.

“We’ll catch you if you fall,” Kurt held out his hands.

“Let go in three… two… one,” Piotr said. On one, Kitty and Bobby slowly let go of Jocelyn’s arms. Her legs shook slightly, but she managed to remain upright.

“What you want to do is take a tiny step forward, then take another step with your other leg. You’ll glide a bit, but don’t freak out,” Bobby instructed her, “Lean forward a little and slightly bend your knees.”

“And remember, don’t look at your feet,” Kurt added, “Just look at me.”

Jocelyn took a deep breath, moving one leg forward. She wobbled, to which Kitty and Bobby reacted to by holding up their hands to catch her, but she quickly regained balance. Jocelyn focused her eyes on Kurt, who was holding his hands out for her.

Slowly but surely, she made her way over to Kurt. Despite being a little shaky with her movements, she managed to get to him. He grabbed her arms, steadying her.

“Look at you go, you did it!” Kitty cheered as she skated a circle around Jocelyn and Kurt.

“See? It’s not so hard once you get the hang of it,” Bobby came over, skating along with Kitty.

“In no time you will be a pro!” Piotr added, ruffling Jocelyn’s hair a bit, “Just keep practicing.”

“We can do more, if you’d like?” Kurt offered, “And I’ll be here to catch you or help you up.”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” Jocelyn nodded, smiling bigger than she had all night. Actually, probably the biggest she had smiled in years.

For the next few hours, the five teens skated around the pool, helping Jocelyn learn the basics of ice skating. Nothing too complex, only teaching her how to glide, stop, and fall without hurting herself and how to get right back up. Eventually she was able to start skating around on her own. Granted she couldn’t go as fast as any of the others could, but they kept a slow pace for her. Kurt stayed by her side, making sure to catch her if she began to lose her balance.

Jocelyn fondly watched her new friends enjoying themselves. It wasn’t like they were doing anything too crazy, but this had to be the most fun she had in awhile. She was able to smile, have fun, make silly mistakes and not get punished for it. She was safe. She had friends... no, she had a family now.

“Try and catch me if you can, Bobby!” Kitty shouted, sticking her tongue out at Bobby. For the past hour or so, Bobby and Kitty had been chasing each other around the frozen pool. Kurt and Jocelyn had managed to stay out of the way for a while now, while Kitty and Bobby spun circles around Piotr.

“You bet I can!” Bobby shouted back, taking off after her.

“Look out!” Kurt pulled Jocelyn closer to him as Kitty and Bobby dashed by the two of them.

“Do they do this often?” Jocelyn asked, peeking her head out from Kurt’s shoulder.

“Da. Often too,” Piotr replied, skating over to Jocelyn and Kurt, “They are like siblings.”

“They terrorize each other, and then gang up to terrorize everyone else,” Kurt snorted, keeping an arm around Jocelyn.

“It’s nice to have a relationship like that, I think. Being so close to someone you’re practically family, blood related or not,” Jocelyn smiled.

“That’s what the X-Men is all about,” Piotr proudly stated, “We are family, from the moment you step foot into this mansion. You are one of us, and we all look out for each other.”

“That’s right, we all-” Kurt began but was quickly cut off by Kitty coming by a little too fast. She let out a shriek once she realized she was about to collide with Jocelyn, and attempted to try and phase, but it was too late.

The two girls smacked into each other and promptly fell down. On instinct, Jocelyn grabbed onto Kurt and pulled him down with her. Kurt let out a muffled “oomph!” as he fell over. Not to mention, Kurt knocked into Piotr, sending him off balance as well. Bobby came over to check if everyone was alright, but instead ended up tripping over his own foot.

The five of them just laid there in silence for a moment, processing what had just happened. Until Kitty started laughing. Then Bobby joined in, and Jocelyn couldn’t contain herself either. Kurt began to laugh, and Piotr joined in as well.

“Oh my god, that was a mess!” Bobby pushed himself up.

“Is everyone alright?” Kurt asked through his laughter, wiping away some tears that formed in his eyes.

“I’m surprised I didn’t break the ice!” Piotr exclaimed.

“Well, I’m fine, how about you, Jocelyn?” Kitty giggled, looking over at the blonde who was trying to stop laughing herself.

“I haven’t had this much fun in ages!” Jocelyn threw her hands up, “You guys are the best, you know that?”

“We are the coolest X-Men after all,” Bobby snapped his fingers, doing finger guns once more. Kitty nudged him in the arm.

“More like the dorkiest X-Men,” she corrected him.

“Well, I think you guys are pretty cool, and that’s what matters,” Jocelyn stated, as the end all be all.

“And just what are the coolest X-Men doing outside in 4 in the morning?”

The five teens all jumped and let out screams of surprise as they spun around to see Hank standing at the edge of the pool, an amused grin on his face and his arms crossed over his chest.

“Hello, Hank,” Piotr sheepishly greeted the older X-Man.

“We were just… okay I can’t come up with any excuse,” Bobby gave in, hanging his head low in defeat.

“It was my idea,” Kurt spoke up, “I wanted to do something that would cheer Jocelyn up. And ice skating is fun, and it’s cold enough out to do so… so I figured we should.”

“Also none of us could sleep,” Kitty added, looking down as she trailed off.

Jocelyn remained quiet, heart pounding in her chest. Where they in trouble? What would be the punishment if they were? The only thing that kept her grounded was Kurt’s hand slipping into hers and squeezing it tightly. Hank took notice of the girl’s panicked expression and took a deep breath before continuing.

“It is kind of you to do something for Miss Allen, but maybe the next time you all want to do something, do it during the day time so you aren’t losing any sleep,” Hank gently chided them, “You might be getting close to being adults, but you’re still children. You need to take care of yourselves.”

“Yes, sir,” everyone but Jocelyn replied.

“Now, you five head up stairs and get to bed. I’ll take care of everything out here,” Hank smiled, letting the five of them off the hook.

“Thanks, Hank,” Bobby ducked his head down as he got up and passed by.

“We’ll be sure not to stay up too late like this again,” Kitty laughed nervously.

“Thank you, for not getting onto us about this,” Piotr rubbed the back of his neck, “You won’t tell the professor?”

“We can keep this between the six of us,” Hank nodded. He turned to see Kurt helping Jocelyn up, helping her break the ice off of her shoes and taking off his own boots. Once Jocelyn was up, and the two were heading out, Hank grabbed Kurt by the arm to hold him back, “Not so fast, Mr. Wagner.”

Jocelyn paused and looked back, a worried look on her face.

“Wait for me at the gate,” Kurt assured her. Jocelyn simply nodded, leaving Hank and Kurt to themselves.

“Thank you, for being a friend to Jocelyn,” Hank lowered his voice so the girl wouldn’t hear, “She needs it more than anything right now.”

“I’m just trying to do what’s right, sir,” Kurt looked down, feeling his cheeks heat up.

“There’s a lot more to it than that, isn’t there?” Hank gave Kurt a knowing look.

Kurt’s mouth went dry as his cheeks flushed. Hank laughed and patted his shoulder.

“I won’t tell anyone about your developing crush on Miss Allen if you don’t want me to,” Hank joked.

“Ah… who said anything about a crush?” Kurt nervously rubbed the back of his neck, “She’s a friend. I want to help her out. I can’t fix everything that went wrong in her life so far, but I can make sure better things happen for her now, right?”

Hank just stayed quiet for a moment. He settled his hand on Kurt’s shoulder, “You’re a good man, Kurt. Just don’t forget about yourself either. Don’t think I don’t remember how you were when you first arrived.”

Kurt gulped, trying not to remember what he went through right before he came to the mansion, “I’d rather not talk about all that right now.”

“I know you don’t,” Hank sighed, “But maybe you two can help each other. Both of you have gone through a lot. I’ve noticed you’ve been happier since Jocelyn arrived.”

“There’s something about her. I don’t know what it is,” Kurt shook his head.

“Just keep doing what you’re doing. I think she’s rather fond of you too,” Hank nodded his head towards the gate. Jocelyn was looking over, and quickly turned her head away once Kurt looked over, “You can go now. And be sure to tell her I’m not upset with any of you, alright? I don’t want her to be scared of anyone. She had to deal with too much of that.”

“I’ll be sure to,” Kurt nodded before teleporting to the gate.

Jocelyn jumped as he reappeared in front of her, “As cool as your powers are, it’s going to take a bit to get used to.”

“The loud bamfing noise doesn’t bother you, does it? I don’t want to…” Kurt trailed off as Jocelyn shook her head and smiled softly at him.

“It doesn’t bother me. Yeah, loud noises make me jump, but at least that’s a loud noise that tells me a friend is coming around,” Jocelyn shrugged. She glanced back over at Hank, who was beginning to heat the pool up in order to melt the ice, “You aren’t in trouble are you?”

“Oh, no,” Kurt shook his head, “Hank just wanted to thank me for looking out for you. He’s not upset, by the way.”

“That’s good,” Jocelyn gave a sigh of relief.

“So… I can teleport us to our rooms? If I’ve been somewhere recently, I can teleport there,” Kurt offered to cut the walk short.

“I’d rather walk, if that’s alright with you?” Jocelyn bit her lip.

“Ja, that’s fine. I don’t want the noise to bother you. And some people get dizzy from it, or the brimstone smell is too much-” Kurt rambled, but stopped when Jocelyn slipped her hand into his.

“You’re my friend. I like being around you, that’s the reason,” Jocelyn looked up at him.

Kurt went silent, but he squeezed her hand gently, “I like being around you too.”

The two quietly walked hand in hand back through the garden and into the back door of the mansion. Neither of them said anything, but Jocelyn enjoyed the company. She didn’t know what it was about Kurt, but she felt safe with him.

Once they reached their rooms, Jocelyn reluctantly let go of Kurt’s hand and went to go into her room. But before she did, she paused.

“Hey, Kurt?”

“Ja?”

Kurt blushed as Jocelyn threw her arms around him in a hug, burying her face into his chest. Snapping out of his trance, he quickly wrapped his arms around her. His tail even curled around her waist. She held onto him for a good moment, her body beginning to shake slightly.

When she pulled away, there were a few tears in her eyes, “Thank you. For tonight. For the past couple weeks even. I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me, Kurt.”

“Hey, don’t cry,” Kurt wiped away one of the tears that ran down her cheek, “I’m just doing what any friend would do.”

“Then thank you for being my friend,” Jocelyn smiled. It was a real smile. Kurt felt his heart flutter as she did. She leaned in for one more hug before pulling away completely, “I’ll see you at breakfast.”

“Ja. See you at breakfast,” Kurt watched as she slipped into her room.

His heart was still fluttering as he went into his own room. He didn’t bother to change into his pjs, just flopping onto his bed with a jacket and a pair of jeans on. He looked over at the clock, seeing it was about 4:30 am. He had three hours to rest between now and breakfast. But he couldn’t. Not when a certain blonde kept occupying his mind.

Maybe he was developing a crush on Jocelyn.

And maybe... that wasn’t a bad thing.

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Alex Summers, after the most recent of 128979889...

Why don’t you write Marvel? You couldn’t possibly do any worse and I could use the laughs!

Lol, its a nice dream, but realistically I don’t think there’s any universe in which Marvel would ever let me write the X-Men. 

Like, my very first story would probably have Bobby refreezing the Arctic while Storm heads up a team of elementals to combat climate change. And then a Republican senator and a Democrat senator would go on TV and make a bipartisan show of expressing their gratitude towards mutants for helping save the planet and this is the real future of humanity, this is them all building a world where they can live side by side in a mutually beneficial -

And then the broadcast would cut off because Cypher just hacked every satellite worldwide and said “all your binary codes belong to me now, resistance is futile, blah blah” before turning the camera to Sunspot who’s all decked out in his snazziest suit and dressed to the nines. Roberto yawns and flips the whole world off and says “LOL fuck you, the X-Men are done with respectability politics, we took a vote and our democratic process actually works, we don’t have a fucking electoral college. We only saved the planet because it happens to be the planet we live on, dipshits, nobody did it for you, you’re still cordially invited to go extinct. Or you can play nice and try getting along with the rest of us for a change but good luck trying to make Sentinels happen again, lmao, funding’s gonna be an issue for you pretty soon I think.”

He turns off the camera and goes back to planning his and Sam’s wedding, because look, I have my priorities, okay.

Then Mystique unleashes her new Fellowship of Evil (Same Name, But This Time Its Evil as in STFU, Its Ironic U Assholes) Mutants that she’s been recruiting from the ranks of the young and disenchanted. Overnight, the market is flooded with gold and gems transmuted from ordinary materials by mutant powers, as well as a bunch of shit ‘liberated’ from the coffers of the 1% via her Fellowship’s alliance with her son-in-law’s Thieves’ Guild. Value plummets instantly, and then technopaths join in the fun, crashing every banking system worldwide.

“Whoopsie, I broke capitalism, money’s worthless now, vive la revolution, everyone eat some fucking cake,” Raven sing-songs merrily from the chaise she’s lounging on while eating grapes. The city outside her window is burning. Meanwhile, a fiddler is playing nearby. She calls him Nero, because Aesthetic.

“Oh relax,” she rolls her eyes when Remy attempts to frown at her disapprovingly. “I had my teleporters evacuate the city before I set it on fire. I’m not a heartless monster, you know.”

“You mean you didn’t want to spend the next ten years dealing with your children yelling at you about innocent civilians and how could you,” Remy says dryly.

Mystique just shrugs and eats some more grapes. “Or that.”

Far-right dominated police forces and white supremacist militia groups attempt to forcibly establish martial law, except mostly they’re just standing around clutching their heads and trying to cope with the mother of all migraines as a gestalt of telepathic minds headed up by a Cerebro-powered octet of Jean, Emma, Betsy, Rachel, Quentin, and the Stepford Cuckoos psychically screams FAKE NEWS!!! into their brains every time their CO’s attempt to bark out new orders.

“Best school project ever,” Quire shouts. Emma smirks.

“Extra credit to the first person to psychically leak the full extent of just how extensively governments have invaded their citizens’ privacy with surveillance extremism in the name of national security.”

Jean attempts a half second of chastisement, but with them all linked this closely, there’s really no way to hide that she’s mostly just amused. Oh no, she and Emma are seeing eye to eye on something and there are witnesses and everything. The revolution was a mistake.

Atlanteans and mutant hydrokinetics team up to shove the worst oil and toxic waste and trash spills up onto the shores of every beach marked ‘privately owned’. The mile-wide ‘island’ of plastic debris that formerly sat in the middle of the Pacific is now parked off the coast of Malibu.

There’s a twenty foot demon from Limbo sitting in the Oval Office. It burps. Illyana beams and boops its nose. “Good boy.” It wags its tail and breaks the Oval Office.

Kitty and Kurt direct teams of similarly powered mutants in raiding the top secret R&D facilities of major pharmaceutical companies for all their research on diseases that never made it to mass production because they decided those treatments or cures wouldn’t be profitable in the long run because healthy people don’t need to spend a ton of money on medical care. Teams of healers are standing by to vet the viability of various research, while Hank, Cece and other mutant geniuses are already working on filling in the gaps on all the projects that were shutdown and Forge, Madison Jeffries and tech-based geniuses are converting existing infrastructure into the necessary machinery to take over mass production of these drugs, prosthetics, and sweatshop labor in general.

Speedsters and teleporters are redistributing food and stocking up the millions of properties worldwide that have just been sitting there empty for god knows how long, useless. Colossus is standing in the smashed remains of a mansion with his arms crossed sternly while a man who is definitely not meant to resemble the CEOs of either Tesla or Amazon or look like some kind of Musky Bozo hybrid cowers on the floor.

“You are a very stupid man,” Colossus says. “Why are you wasting billions funding research into space travel when there are aliens with a strong grasp of the technology in the ships that brought them here on every superhero team on Earth? You could have easily provided the Earth with working and widely accessible space travel by now if you weren’t so miserly.”

“Yeah,” Juggernaut says behind him, scratching his head. “Aliens have been coming and going from this planet for like fifty years. There are tons of fancy spaceships anyone could’ve just reverse engineered and mass produced by now. How come nobody’s ever done that and we’re all just acting like space travel is some far-off dream when everyone we know’s been to space like at least ten times?”

“Stupid people,” Colossus rumbles again. Musky Bozo wets himself and Piotr sighs and shakes his head. He didn’t even touch him.

Cyclops and Wolverine and their teams of bruisers are already done with the ICE facilities and have progressed to busting open prisons and liberating all nonviolent offenders. They inform everyone else that they can appeal to a panel of telepaths to read their minds and see for themselves that they’re innocent.

“Guilt determined by mind-reading?” Someone asks. “Lots of potential for sketchiness there.”

“Absolutely,” Scott says. “Which is why laws about boundaries and oversight have to be established. For now, its a volunteer basis only. Nobody has to get their mind read, but its an option available in the meanwhile as we sort out a better system for determining who’s been imprisoned for crimes of premeditated malice and abuse and who’s just been railroaded by an unjust and biased system.”

“So this is your new utopia, huh?” Sneers the prison warden, from the floor where he’s on his ass with a busted face because, idk, Reasons.

Scott just shakes his head. “No. It’s merely a start.”

“If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, but if its broke and you wanna fix it, you gotta start somewhere,” Logan says gruffly. “Shit was broke. This is ‘starting somewhere.’”

He and Scott share a very Passionate look of camaraderie. Rogue sighs loudly.

“Just fuck already, jfc.”

Logan grunts. He already offered, but apparently all Personal Business must wait until after the Revolution was over, because a Scott Summers who put himself first was very clearly an impostor, so its not like Logan could even fucking get mad considering Scott putting in a pin in sucking each other’s faces after their We Were Both Dead But Now We’re Not and Also What the Fuck Was Up With Us For the Five Whole Years Before That reunion was what confirmed that it was definitely the Real Scott’s tongue in his mouth.

“Alright, let’s move it people,” Logan barks, clapping his hands. “There’s three more joints to hit before sundown. We got a timetable here.”

Jubilee squints at him suspiciously. “Since when are you efficient?”

“Mind your own fucking business.”

At no point does anyone suggest they erase the most sacred sites of all the world’s major religions and call them all fake or randomly resurrect a bunch of dinosaurs and release them on unsuspecting and innocent populations, because those are terrible ideas and make no sense and just because they’re stinkin’ commies now doesn’t mean they’re fucking morons.

Also, nobody grows a ridiculous beard or stops using shampoo or starts wearing flip flops or robes, because apparently those are not actually essential components of being a stinkin’ commie or even just a garden variety peace-aspiring socialist. They checked. Extensively. It was almost a dealbreaker. Emma, Monet and Roberto all threatened to side with the Capitalist Pigs if that was not thoroughly clarified before proceeding any further.

Thus ends my first issue. I email Marvel the script. They email it back, almost entirely redacted in red, with the note “This isn’t quite what we were looking for. Do you have anything about a new cure for mutants, maybe?”

I email them back: LOL NO. MAGNETO WAS RIGHT.

I am promptly fired.

I go back to ranting about how Marvel sucks on the internet.