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1000night · 2 years

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Be their roommate

Pairing: Steve Rogers/female chubby reader

warning: female chubby reader,soft dark Steve rogers, modern au, implied smut（only mention）

English is not my first language.

Steve Rogers

At first, you assumed that he'd feel uncomfortable. He's a cat person, you respect his nature.

But he welcomed you with his whole heart, you could feel it.

Share the household and groceries, he knows you don't know how to cook so he takes responsibility. And he slowly teaches you but it's another story.

He wakes up early, prepares both your breakfast and brings his art tools to the outside after he finishes his one.

When he's back, he'll bring you a fresh flower and his drawing. No matter the weather whether it's a weekday or weekend. Unless the flower shop doesn't open that day, then he'll change his portrait with your neighbor's flower.

He'd blush so hard every time he sees you not wearing a bra, just a loose shirt, and shorts. And I mean it, he blushes every·single·time, but he knows that means you trust him, and you could be yourself when you are around him. He loves it while he must remind himself Don't stare at your titties. You don't know what you did to this poor baby. 😌😌

If you're home late, after 7 p.m., he'll walk you home. “I can't let a stunning young dame walking alone in the dark street. It's not safe.” He said while giving you a small and warm smile.

Laundry day is your favorite day, his laundry detergents are Petitgrain and lavender. Yours are ylang-ylang. Until one day, you mistake the detergent, and your clothes have its scent for a week.

“You know, it smells good. And it's warm. I can use the same one when mine is empty?” He parted his lips but couldn't say anything, but now you will use the same laundry detergents at least for sure.

When you fell asleep on your cozy couch, he'd put his blanket over your body and kiss your forehead.

“Have a good dream, mon amour.”

Not a lot changed after he got the serum. But he'll do more things for you.

Now you only have to carry some large and light stuff, and that’s what you insist that you won’t let him carry all the groceries!

“Steve, I’m not that weak. You know that and we both agree to share the responsibility. It’s won't change even when you accept the serum!” You nearly screamed at him

“But…but you said that you’ve never met a man help you carry a heavy thing. And you always helped carry the heavy one when I was weak. I think it’s time for me to do this thing for you. I want to treat you like you want and deserve. I’m not disrespecting you, doll. I’m sorry.”

Who would keep angry at him when he says those sweet words and looks sad!? It’s illegal!

When he starts to re-acknowledge his strength and new body, he breaks down so many things. Doors, drawers, fridges… every time you see his innocent but guilty eyes, always remind you of a golden retriever dog that breaks something accidentally.

You forgive him as always. First, he'll pay for those damages, and he even started to learn how to repair them. Second, you could sympathize with his uncontrolled body when you cross the aisles and knock things down with your butt. He still forgave you and said that’s not a big deal. Now, it’s your turn to comfort him.

When you see him, you start to wonder what would happen if you needed to move out and find another roommate.

He's freaking out. He can't expect that you'll try to leave him when he becomes stronger and much better.

Until you explain to him, you're a little bit afraid of the tall and beefy men. It's all because of your father. And you think he might want to have a relationship after he has a new and more attractive body. Then you don't want to be the third wheel and make his future partner insecure about you two.

“No doll, no other person can change our relationship. I promise you.” He objects to your thoughts and vows to NEVER abandon you.

“Alright, Steve. If you have a girlfriend, please tell me so that I can prepare to pack up, okay?”

Again, he swallowed and nodded. When you pat his abs and admire his new body, you can feel his intense eyes and his arms around your waist...

If you look up, you could see his ocean blue eyes darken. And the possessive on his face.

Oh, girl, you are treated like a goddess, lived in the castle on the clouds.

He spoils you, everything you want, you get it. He won’t hesitate to offer you; he is proud of that.

“Steve, if you keep spoiling me, don’t you afraid that I’ll use you for my own greed?”⸺You try to joke with him.

He raised his eyebrow and kept waxing the wood while he answers your teasing

“Oh yeah? So how to explain that you cried and refused to accept the cheesecake and the dress I bought for you?”

“That’s because you know I’m intake of sugar, but you still buy those for me when I just whining! I want those but I don’t need them!... God, now I sound like a baby.”

“Well, you are.” He started to combine the woods, your eyes couldn’t stop trailing down his fingers, wrist, and muscles. Your mouth-watering, but you frown after you realized what he said.

Does he think you’ve become shallow and annoyed? Or does he think that you cost his money too much? You should know that’s a lie when he said you don’t need to pay back.

Lead swells in your heart and hot tears in your eyes. Biting your lips as you tried to hold your sob back. You didn’t notice that he was staring down at you. Until his big and warm handheld your jaw to lift your head up, the tears blurred your sight, and a tear rolled down your cheek.

His thumbs weep your tears and stroke your wet cheeks, his voice was tender, deep, and smooth.

“Doll, you are my cry baby and my golden apple, I’d never get enough of you. You don’t know what you’ve done to me.”

His words confused you, and there were butterflies on your chest and stomach now.

“What are you trying to say?”

He stepped closer, now your chest touched, and you were holding your breath.

“I’m head over heels in love with you.”

“How could you love me? I’m not attractive like Carter cousins or Natasha, and I do not have any superpower like Wanda.”

He pressed his forehead against yours, then he smiled

“Yes, you have. Always encourage people, and believed them even when they didn’t believe themselves. Remember our first dance on the 4th of July? You said that’s probably your first and last dance because I’m the last person in this world who would want to dance with you.”

“I remember that. That’s emotional blackmail and I’m sorry, Steve.”

He chuckled as he kissed your nose, his arms wrapped around your waist, and rested his hands on your low back.

“Actually, I’m half glad about that. You don’t know how many of my colleagues asked me about you. You don’t know those pricks I fight because they stared at you.”

“Really? But I don’t want their attention. I don’t like them nor care about them.”

“I know, I told you that you’re mine. And I mean it, doll.” He kissed the crown of your head.

“So…we’re a couple now?”

“We always are.”

Bonus:

“Are you the soft dark type, Steve?” It’s a stormy night, Steve and you are now in the big spoon position. He lays his head on your stomach, his hands are massaging your breasts.

“Still no bra? What a naughty girl.”

“Hey! You know those lingeries always itches my skin. Besides, it really feels free when there’s not a thing tucked under your tits.”

“Not complained at all.” He murmurs while burying his face in your tummy, fingers kneading your soft flesh. His touch sends a shiver down your spine and heats up your body.

“Back to the topic, do you think that you’re a soft dark type?”

“What’s a soft dark type?”

“Um…it’s hard to say, but I think if you could love a person crazy enough to want to lock your lover away and keeps them to yourself for all eternity, but you resist the urge because you know they need their freedom and you respect them. Then you’re a soft dark type to me.”

“...I think I am.”

“Oh, I’m not that surprised.”

“Aren’t you? Will you be afraid of me because I’m the type?”

“Not at all! In fact, I quite love this personal trait, plus, you respect me. cherish me and love me. And I love you! I don’t want to lose because someone thinks that’s ‘sick' or something.”

Steve doesn’t say anything, he lifted your shirt over your tummy and trails his kiss up to your lips.

“Steve.” You mewl

“I want to say thank you, doll. Let me take care of you.” His dark blue eyes shone in the dim light.

When you sleep soundly in his arms, he starts to reminisce about the old days of chasing those suitors away from you.

He’s fallen in love with you before he accepted the serum, you’re considerate, warm, and friendly. Your shyness and the fear of all men who are tall and muscular gave him a chance to be close to you, it’s not a fair game in the beginning.

You’d greet him every morning and evening, praise his artworks, and encourage him to chase his dream. When he was self-doubt himself, you compliment his hair, his eyes, and his hands.

Your hair is just like the sunshine, and your eyes recall me of the sea color of the Caribbean Sea. I also admire your hands, they’re talented, slender, and beautiful. You’re breathtaking, Stevie.

He still remembers the feelings about flowers blossoming in his heart and the drunk feeling.

Speaking of the soft dark type, he did do several measures to make sure no one could steal you away from him. Convinced you moved in just the first step, keeping bringing you flowers and sharing the household, that’s all to claim you his mark. After he got the strength to protect you, the training time became the time that he teaches those agents and soldiers to not touch what is his.

As time flies, the deep thought about spoiling you started to scream to him. Those old memories about you having to save money for rent and need. The envious sight you gave to a delicate fountain pen when you dropped by a shop left a vivid impression on his mind.

You’re like the forbidden fruit, teaches him how to love, how the feeling to be loved, cherished, adored by someone.

You’ve devoted yourself to him, your youth and soul, it’s time to repay you, with his body and soul.

He strokes your hair and lets your breath lull him into sleep.

“Doll, I love you till the sun dies. And I’d be your sun.”

The end

A/N: Again, muse has her own thots and I😳😌💖📃 But I feel so satisfied with I finished Steve's headcannon（？）I bet you will notice I love someone more than others🤣🤣

#1000night masterlist #fuck you endgame steve #steve rogers x female chubby reader #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #be your roommate series

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modx-reborn · 2 years

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Mod I’ve been sick for a while but have this anyways

Technoblade using you to fuck himself stupid (consensually ofc) during his heat and reader has to take over because he’s still hard.

I’m probably just tired but that sounds hot-

-Book anon

Ahhh, consensual self-dumbification of the big beefy piglin man...

it wasn't always like this, normally he was more collected, more present and able to control what came out of his mouth but this time, there was something more intense this time he had you, this time he was watching how your head lolled back with every upwards thrust he made, this time he had his hands holing your hips, digging in and leaving bruises and scrapes that will linger long after his heat breaks. This time he was just too far gone to stop the request, to stop the almost beg for you to let him use you.

And now you're here, almost slumped over as your legs are fucked out from under you by Techno as he chants your name, long since given up on anything but calling for you as he melts his own mind. Or he had been, as after he had cum, still fucking his way through the pleasure, red eyes watching as his cum leaked out around his cock, making him buck up into you and continue the heat addled lust that was consuming him.

But too soon he was whining, he wanted more but he was so tired, still hard and throbbing within you, but no matter how he tried every move of his hips made him whine, something high pitched and pitiful or they would have been had they not been whines of your name. The sight of one of the most powerful and feared men on the server under you whining your name as their heat made them too fuck dumb to say anything but your name is intoxicating.

So who were you to not take over, to take his hands and press them to his sides as you begin to ride him with shaky legs, every bounce and movement from you drawing another whine of your name from his lips?

"Thats it Tech, just lay there... And, and I'll make sure you're too dumb to do anything but cum for me, and you will cum for me won't you? Be good and just do what you can, I'll make sure by your heats end you'll be empty and still needing to cum for me..."

#book anon #c: technoblade #dsmp smut #k: hybrid #k: heat/rut #k: dumbification #mxad #anon response

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wri0thesley · 3 years

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nat something about toji drives me absolutely feral, can i have a scenario or something where he meets reader at a bar and they have a steamy one night stand i don’t know i just want this beeg beefy dilf to absolutely ruin my puthy (fem reader please!)

anon, i really hope you have a corruption kink

Favourite (So Far) - Toji x Fem!Reader (5k)

Toji sees you sitting alone at a bar; all quiet and soft and unsure, and absolutely begging to be ruined - and he decides he can help with that.

warnings: afab reader, fem pronouns. not sfw, mentions of murder. corruption kink, virgin reader, dacryphilia, fingering, coming inside, dirty talk.

Toji normally doesn’t bother lingering after he’s held up his end of the bargain, but the money is burning a hole in his pocket and the minute he’d left the body of the man he’d been hired to kill locked in the back office of the bar, he’d remembered you.

He estimates he’s got a good half an hour before anyone realises the man is dead. If they’d wanted him to clear up after himself, they should have written it in the contract – still, with how awkward you’d looked and how your eyes kept darting about the place, Toji is pretty sure he’ll have you away from the bar and with his arm around your waist in . . . ooh, ten minutes? Fifteen, at a push.

He knows your type.

You’re uncomfortable, watching your friends go off and flirt and dance – pulling at your skirt (you’re uncomfortable in that, too), tugging your thin shirt up to cover your chest, ordering something non-alcoholic and looking morosely at it. Your eyes avoiding when men try and catch your gaze, your posture tensing – he’s pretty certain that you do not want to be here, and Toji is going to offer you an alternative that he thinks you might prefer.

You don’t notice him until he’s right beside you (people never do), leaning in against your ear, one of his arms slapping on the bar beside you, caging you in on your barstool. You start, moving back, blinking your pretty eyes at him in clear surprise, your mouth a soft ‘o’ – ah. Toji can tell you’re the kind of girl who isn’t used to male attention, who doesn’t think that you’re anything special. Shy. Probably untouched-- he’s grinning at you, and he doesn’t miss the little swallow, the flash of interest in your eyes (girls like you always like the idea of getting involved in something a little dangerous)--

“Can I buy you a drink, sweetheart?”

The voice is rough and low and dark, startling you from your reverie. Your friends have all, indeed, long gone – after sighing at you that you’re no fun, that they shouldn’t have asked you to come out with them anyway – you’re surprised by the man it belongs to, all raven hair and piercing green eyes and a scar on his lip that your eyes can’t help but trace the line of – how does somebody end up with a scar like that?

“Oh,” you bluster, feeling embarrassed and unsure by the way he’s looking at you, the easy way he throws out the pet name, the casual authority he’s emanating by how you’ve been caged. “I’m-- I don’t really--”

He chuckles.

“Me neither,” he says. “Lemme get you somethin’ soft, then--”

It would be easier, he thinks, if you had agreed – if you’d been softened a little bit by the buzz of alcohol. Still, he knows that what he gives off is heady enough that you’ll come with him anyway – he doesn’t drink himself, so he’s not exactly going to blame you for wanting to keep your wits about you. Smart thing, for all of how vulnerable you look in a short skirt and high heels and a low-cut top. He’s ordered something for you before you can refute – you can’t deny to yourself that it’s nice. It’s nice to have someone be interested in you. It’s nice, too, that said someone is rugged and six foot something with corded veins and muscle in thick biceps and forearms.

You’re staring at him, and Toji allows it, letting his own gaze crawl across your pretty face, your body, the way the cheap lights of this dive are picking out the shine in your eyes and the gloss of your lipstick.

“What’s a cute little thing like you doin’ on her own somewhere like this?” He asks you, lifting the glass to his lips. You try not to stare at them, though your stomach is twisting. You shrug, awkwardly.

“I got dragged here by some friends,” you say, inclining your head towards the dance-floor, where your friends are very much living up to their earlier assertion that they were going to have a wild time and if you weren’t going to join in, then you could just wallow in your misery.

“Ah,” he raises his eyebrows, eyes briefly brushing over where you’d indicated before returning to you. Something about the way that those eyes are pinning you like a butterfly to a cork board makes you squirm, heat curling in your lower belly. Nobody has ever looked at you like that before. This man is staring at you like he wants to take you apart, and it’s exhilarating. “You not the dancin’ sort, huh?” Another swallow. The bob in his throat is mesmerising. “Can’t blame ya. Pretty thing like you’s probably inundated with attention the minute y’get out there--”

You laugh, softly, heat rising to your cheeks. Toji can’t help but think how cute that is – you’re so obviously unaware of yourself. When he gets you on your back, he knows you’ll have that certain kind of naivety that never fails to get him hard and aching in his pants; wide eyes and bitten lips and breath dying in your throat at the touch of his teeth and hands and cock.

“Nothing like that,” you say, “I just--”

Your eyes catch something. Toji looks too, as you’re interrupted by a pretty girl tottering up to you both in an even shorter skirt and even higher heels. Her eyes linger on Toji, a fraction too long, before she turns to you and pouts and says your name, making you wince. There’s a whining tone to her voice.

She’s complaining that someone’s spilt a drink over her, and Toji sees now that her expensive-looking shirt is stained dark brown. He hadn’t noticed the scent of beer wafting from her because of the overall air of the bar is absolutely saturated in it, but now that she’s right there . . . he wrinkles his nose.

“You have to come home with me, nobody else will,” she tugs on your arm. “And you said you weren’t having fun anyway, so you can always stay there, but I need to change out of this--”

There’s a world-weary quality in your eyes. Something that suggests to Toji that you’re used to being the designated person to take care of your friends, to dropping things to clean up after them – those big eyes and the downturn of your mouth and the softness of your voice all suggest to him that maybe part of the reason you’re so demure, so . . . innocent . . . is because you haven’t had a chance to explore anything else.

Toji drapes a thick arm around your shoulders. You jump at the contact – but almost as if it’s against your will, you nestle into him. Closer to him. A prey animal knows when it’s being protected, after all – even if it doesn’t know, yet, that he’s the predator.

“We’re a bit busy here,” he says, keeping his tone affable with a knife-sharp edge. The girl opens her mouth, as if she’s going to protest – but Toji grins, his eyes darkening, his mouth tilting to show just a little bit too much teeth. He lets himself draw himself up a little taller, so that his breadth and his height and the taut muscles beneath his tight shirt are unarguable. Your friend falters, shoots you a look, and then shrugs.

“F-fine,” she says, “I’ll go on my own--”

She walks away, pouting, storm clouds rising off of her. You’re trembling imperceptibly (adorable) – he thinks this might be the first time you’ve ignored one of your friends. Eager to please little thing, he supposes – the kind of person who wants to be liked and will do almost anything to keep it that way, with big doe eyes and a trembling lip and your chest thrust out unconsciously.

Oh, he will ruin you, and you’ll thank him for it afterwards.

“Sorry if I’m oversteppin’ my boundaries there,” he says to you, and you look at him with your eyes big and wide and wet your lips, his cock giving an answering throb. You breathe very softly;

“N-no, thank you, it’s . . . it’s nice to not have to deal with them, for once--”

Toji leans further into you, his arm not leaving your shoulders – close enough that his breath tickles the shell of your ear, and your brain short-circuits at a handsome older man leaning so close and intimately to you.

“You don’t wanna stay here, though, do ya?” His other hand is suddenly on your leg, calloused fingertips brushing the soft skin of your thigh. Your heart skips a beat, your body reacting – threads of heat sewing themselves into knots between your thighs. “You wanna split?”

His eyes do not stray to the clock behind the bar, but he estimates it’s been about eleven minutes. Longer than he was expecting, but – as you bite your lip and stand up, letting his fingertips drag dangerously close to the part of you between your legs, Toji decides it’s worth it.

His place is nothing special. For a man as well-paid as he is, you’d expect something a little classier, maybe – but for a man with the kind of profession Toji Fushiguro has, he doesn’t spend much time in it. He’s too busy travelling to care about it beyond anything other than a place to crash, eat, and bring home his conquests. And you don’t seem disgusted by it as he pushes you roughly into the room, arm locking around your waist, mouth dipping to taste you – so Toji doesn’t worry about it too much.

You’re still trembling against him, your entire body thrumming with energy that you’re not used to – but that all works to his advantage. It works to the advantage of directing you into his room, until your back hits the bed with a soft ‘whoomph’ of air and Toji is kneeling over you, your eyes big and wide and blown as they look up at him.

You’d been so easy to convince back here. You’d made a couple of quiet whispers about how you shouldn’t, the way that good girls like you do – but his fingers had cupped your cheek and his body had pressed against yours and he’d smiled that dangerous knife-edge smile and you’d been putty in his hands, trembling kneed and so very adaptable as you’d walked beside him with your breath unsteady in your chest at your own daring.

Now, though, with a man’s bed behind you and a man’s cock digging into your stomach where he has you caged underneath him, things are beginning to feel far more real. You take another shuddering breath, not meeting his eyes as you whisper;

“I—I haven’t--”

Oh, fuck. If you knew what those little words did to him – if you could have heard the monster roaring in his chest at how excited he was that he’d not only get to utterly ruin you, but to get to be the first one to do it . . . He’d let himself hope, based on your way of holding yourself all demure and prim, that you’d be a virgin, but to hear it from your own lips with your skin rapidly heating up under the confession.

“That’s alright, sweetheart,” Toji practically coos at you, as his big fingers go to your shirt, tugging it off with expert precision. “I ain’t gonna break you—”

(Well. Not in any way you aren’t going to beg for.)

Breath caught in your throat as your bra is unclipped, the lacy garment dropped onto the floor. His own shirt follows – you can barely stop yourself ogling him, the firm abdominal muscles, the scars across his pectorals. You can tell, based on how many scars he’s bearing, just how dangerous the man above you must be.

The one like a starburst is a bullet scar, you’re pretty sure. The one wrapping around his side is too big to be anything but a knife or a sword – this is a man involved in something dangerous, something shady – and even that isn’t enough to get you to ask him to stop.

Staring down at your newly exposed breasts, Toji can’t resist leaning in; sucking one of your nipples into his mouth, dragging his teeth across the sensitive bud, lapping at it until your back arches and you whimper so prettily that it goes straight through him and straight to his cock. The wet kisses trail back up to your neck, blunt teeth tugging at your skin, sucking quickly stinging bruise marks into the skin so that everybody will know what this cute little virgin was up to last night--

A rough tug to your earlobe makes you moan. A nip to your lower lip makes you practically mewl. And his rough fingertips pushing up your skirt to your waist, letting his fingers dig into your plush thighs so hard that there’s no way you won’t be marked with fingerprints tomorrow – that makes you whine.

“You like bein’ pushed around a little bit, cutie?” The pet name, again, has blood rushing to your face and heat rushing to between your legs. You’re suddenly so very aware of how slick you are, how your underwear is clinging to the folds of your sex. How much of that is his fingers and how much of it is his voice and how much of it is how exposed you are in front of him, you don’t know – but you bite your lip and avert your gaze, and this just seems to spur him on. Both of you know the answer: yes. Yes, you do like being pushed around a little bit--

“These are soaking wet,” he tells you, as the matching lacy underwear to your bra is peeled off of you. He readjusts himself, grabbing your thigh and pressing your knee against your chest so that he can move his hips between your two legs as well as get a proper look at what you’ve been hiding beneath the tiny skirt – he lets out a low whistle, those green eyes greedily drinking you in like you’re a painting hung in an art gallery. “Well, look at you. Ain’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

He sees how the compliment makes you squirm at the same time as it makes your cute little hole, exposed thanks to the stretch of your leg, flutter around nothing. He might break you if he doesn’t prepare you properly; you’re so small, and it’s been a real long time since he bedded a virgin--

One of his fingers drags through your slick with no preamble, brushing your fluttering hole, and the noise catches in your throat – halfway between a whimper and a soft sigh, a noise that does not serve to do anything but make him repeat the motion, gathering your glimmering arousal on the same thick digit. He brings it to his mouth, tongue darting out to taste you.

“Mm, you should taste yourself,” he says to you, eyes glinting. “You’re like honey, sweetheart--” Toji doesn’t wait for you to say yes or no. His finger pushes past your lips, so you’re forced to taste yourself on his fingertips, brushing over your tongue. His eyes focus very deeply on you, like you’re the only thing in his orbit worth paying attention to. “Why don’t you give my finger a suck, darlin’? You’ll want it as wet as you can get it--”

Not that you’re not plenty wet enough. But there’s something so endearing about the feel of your tongue hesitantly licking at him, the shine of your eyes. If he wasn’t hard enough to cut diamonds, he would have you suck his cock first, if only to see those pretty lips wrapped around his shaft and to hear you choke a little bit, to see your makeup go runny and messy and ruined--

“Atta girl,” he says, roughly, pulling his finger out (the trail of drool sends another of those throbs of heat through him). The finger drags over your slit again, parting the plump lips – and then, he’s pushing his finger inside you, your walls pulsing around him. You’re so fucking tight. He knows you weren’t lying about being a virgin – the gasp that dies in your throat, the hand that tangles in his bedsheets, the little lift of your hips to help him along – all of those are things that are entirely sensation responses, not in the least calculated, and Toji loves that.

The finger pumps in and out of you, helped along by your slick, until he can press another alongside it and scissor them gently, stretching out your channel in preparation for what you’re going to take in a matter of minutes. Your teeth keep digging into your bottom lip, as if you’re afraid to make too much of a noise – he chuckles as he brushes your swollen clit with his thumb.

“C’mon,” he growls, “don’t hold out on me. Lemme hear you--”

Oh, you’re so embarrassed – but you’re also, he can tell, the kind of girl who can’t resist an order. You let your mouth relax, drop open – and next time his thumb rubs firmly across your clit, the noise is caught only by the ceiling above you both. He makes some little noise of praise that you can’t fully discern, because now he’s started pulling forth your pleasure he doesn’t want to stop. Three fingers. His thumb, toying with your clit, rubbing firm circles with it as he feels your channel clench and quiver around his fingers. He rubs at the textured spot on your inner walls and you groan, your other hand gripping his forearm, your brow forming sweat. Your hips are circling, needy, in search of more stimulation.

“You gonna come for me, sweetheart?” Toji asks you, his voice like cigarettes and leather. “C’mon. Let me see-- let me feel your pretty cunt clench--”

Something about the dirty words pushes you over the edge and you tumble down a dark hole, fireworks exploding inside of you, stars bursting into being behind your eyelids as pleasure washes over you in great waves. You soak Toji’s fingers, your walls sucking him in deeper and deeper.

Your breath comes in great pants, the aftershocks of your orgasm still gently rippling through you even as Toji pulls his fingers out of you. You look up at the man as he adjusts himself with his other hand, as if in a haze – and as if in a haze, when he roughly pushes those three fingers back into your mouth, you suckle on them with your mind and thoughts all misty. All you can think about is him. That’s what he wanted, anyway – cute little demure virgin, cock drunk even without him fucking you properly – he breaks girls like you on the regular, but you might be one of his favourites.

He tugs down his pants enough to reveal his flushed cock, curving to lay against his stomach, hard and leaking precome from a reddened tip. Your eyes widen (he always loves that moment), as you realise why he took pains to prepare you with his fingers.

“Whaddya think?” He asks you, teasing, wrapping his fist around the shaft. Even his big hands around it do nothing to make it look smaller, and you barely realise that you’re staring until he slaps your thighs with it, streaking his own wetness all over you. “You’ll give a man a complex, sweetheart--”

“I-I don’t have much to compare it to,” you say, desperately, heated and needy even though you literally just came. You want him inside you. You never thought you’d be so easily broken down into wanting to be fucked, but here you are – something primal inside of you is awoken by the size of his cock and the glitter in his eyes and the sculpted muscle, and you want to be desecrated. “Y-you look big--”

He laughs at that. Yeah, you definitely don’t have much to compare it to if that’s your take-away. Still. It’s cute, how you’ve spread your legs a little wider, how you’re not hiding the fact you’re looking at him like he’s some kind of angel who’s finally granted you a taste of the celestial city.

“I feel big too,” he tells you, with a smirk that rattles you to your core. “Wanna find out?”

When you nod, he grins – those big hands take a hold of your thighs, pressing both of your knees to your chest this time. He takes a moment to enjoy you in this position – those wide eyes, the lewd splay of your legs revealing the glimpse of your cunt still tantalisingly shining with the remnants of your orgasm. You squirm under his hungry gaze, exposed – and that does nothing to quell the hunger that seems to be thrumming through Toji, with every clench and wriggle.

“Good,” he tells you, rubbing his cock through the mess you’ve made of yourself, making sure the head nudges your clit and he can see the way you shiver. “You’re bein’ such a good girl for me--”

He catches on your entrance and you let out a keen. With your knees pressed to your chest, you’re unable to get a grip on Toji’s shoulders, and you have to console yourself with fisting the bedsheets beneath you (rumpled even before you’d ended up there).

The position he’s got you in means that you feel every ridge of his cock, every vein, every throb – inch by inch, as he sheaths himself slowly inside you. He can’t help but watch as your jaw goes slack, as your eyes cloud with the feeling of him entering you – as tears bead in the corner of your eyes at the burn and stretch--

Oh, fuck, the tears. He wonders if you feel the way that his cock seems to harden at that, at how pretty you look all glassy-eyed and helpless and trying to take him. He’s maybe two thirds in and almost at the limit of forward motion, but you whimper, letting your head fall back--

“P-please,” you say, “I—I can take it--”

He laughs, low and dangerous. He leans in, brushes his lips over your sweat slicked forehead. His tone is syrupy sweet when he speaks, as he angles his hips just so that he sinks another aching inch into the sweet kiss of your tight cunt.

“Oh, I know you will, sweetheart,” he murmurs, sounding almost like a threat. His eyes flash downwards, to see how tightly you’re clinging to him – how big his cock looks, disappearing into your slick sex. How the glistening ring of your need coats him. Just a bit further – watching himself claim you is almost hypnotic.

He wants to see you on your hands and knees, watch his cock stretch you out that way. He wants to see you gag and choke and drool around his cock, wants to see your small hands wrap around him, wants to have you in every position until you’re so fucked silly you can barely move--

But for now, he hilts inside of you, his balls slapping against your slick skin. His face splits into a smile as his eyes travel back up, to the bulge in your stomach that he knows is from just how big his cock is, to your thighs trembling even with him keeping them prone against you. You’re so cute. The tears have spilled past the rim of your eyelids now, wetting your cheeks – they’re so maddeningly sexy, on your pretty face. He’s not going to last half as long as he wants to, he doesn’t think – not when you’ve been driving him to distraction since the moment he laid eyes on you.

He can barely remember he killed a man less than an hour ago.

That’s old news, unimportant compared to how your walls flutter around him as he pulls out. Unimportant compared to the arch of your back, the rock of your breasts, the great gasps of air.

He’s not a kind man, but he doesn’t go out of his way to be an asshole to his conquests – so he lets you get used to the rolling rhythm of his hips, slowly. He doesn’t piston his hips in and out of you, not at first. He lets the slow drag of his cock on your sensitive inner walls make you shiver, make you gasp and moan and whimper. And only after he’s earned the light hump of your hips against his, searching for the sensation yourself, does he let himself fuck you the way he wants to.

He wants to record the moan-squeak-whimper of surprise as he begins to pump his hips in earnest. It’s a noise he’s heard before, but coming from your pretty mouth it seems all the more potent. His hips jerk into you and out of you, the noise of skin slapping against skin very loud in the bedroom. The slick noises of his cock driving in and out of your tight cunt would be shaming if it didn’t feel so good, if you didn’t get a shock of want every time his body ground against your clit on the inner thrust.

You lose track of time, with the dangerous man you met at the bar bent over you. He mouths greedily at your lips, seeming to treasure every noise you make and swallow it down his throat like a sweet candy – he bites at your neck, at your throat, the grip on your thighs never faltering for a moment. You can do nothing but let yourself be folded in half, and let him fuck you like an animal.

That seems right. He’s rutting into you deep and hungrily, almost feral in his enjoyment of your body. He drops one of your legs suddenly, letting it hit the mattress, readjusting his hips so that one of his hands can dive between you and--

He’s playing with your clit again. The pads of his fingers are rough, and you wonder if he handles a gun like the one that gave him that starburst scar. You wonder how dangerous these fingers are, the ones that were buried inside you and are now coaxing your poor, swollen clit to another orgasm.

“Come on, baby girl,” he growls, pressing harder, making your thighs jump with tension. “Wanna feel you come with my cock buried in that pretty little cunt--”

You whimper, throwing your head to the side and letting a cry out into the pillow like a mewl. Toji would be mad that you’d stifled the cute little noise, if the sight of you submissively showing him your neck (one of your softest parts) hadn’t scratched an itch for dominance inside of him – and if the feel of your body clenching and pulsating around his cock wasn’t currently finally pushing him over the edge, making him judder his hips against you as he shoots rope after rope of his come directly inside of you.

Your shoulders are heaving with the effort of the orgasm that’s still ricocheting through you, your toes curling, your body clenching and soaking Toji’s cock with your orgasm. You don’t even realise he’s come inside of you until he pulls out slightly and you wince at the feel of that same come, his load far too thick and full to not have a bit of it trickling out of your stretched hole. Toji admires the look of it; darkened from his persistent thrusts, your syrupy slick mixing with the thick pearly white of his seed.

“Y-you came inside me,” you say, your voice half-clogged with the tears that are still glistening on your cheeks (a low pulse of heat in his groin. His refractory period has always been short – and with a cute little thing like you in his bed, who can blame him for wanting to fuck you again almost immediately?). “I—I don’t even know your name--”

Oh, shit. He’d quite forgotten. He knows yours from the girl in the bar (that already feels like a lifetime ago). He can hear the uncertainty in your voice, the kind of confusion that seems to say ‘good girls don’t do this, I would never do this, who is this stranger wearing my skin with a man’s come making their thighs sticky?’. It’s part of the process of breaking that Toji loves so much.)

“Sure did, darlin’,” he says, absent-mindedly scooping some of the come that’s oozed out of you and pressing it back inside. He wins a whimper for that, one that’s definitely not ‘stop’. “You’re still so sensitive.”

If you notice he doesn’t give you his name in response to your question, you don’t say anything. As his fingers gently circle your entrance again, as his hand brushes your thigh and you shiver, he sees that you unconsciously spread your legs even further apart for his explorations. Oh, you’re so cute.

One lone finger, gently grazing your clit, makes your hips jerk, your voice break in a way that’s all needy. You look at Toji through those tear-darkened eyes, your lips bitten to puffiness, your lipstick and mascara and eyeliner all messed up on your face from crying and biting your lip and drooling. Adorable. Girls like you always look best like this, their polish scuffed when Toji’s taken them to bed and stripped away all of their defences.

Girls like you, Toji always manages to get to move their hips against his ministrations. He always manages to have them gasp, whimper, break--

You’re not the first one in his bed, and you probably won’t be the last. But as he grins at you and asks;

“Well, sweetheart. I’ll give you a choice. Y’wanna take a shower and I’ll call you a cab or somethin’ and you can head off home? Or,” he drops his voice low, drags his eyes over your prone form, brushes his lips over your stomach. They flutter against the soft skin, his breath a hot wash that makes goose flesh prickle all over you. “Y’wanna spend the night?”

And you bite your lip before nodding, nervously running your hand through his hair, your body near trembling with need--

Well. As he asks that and you answer, he really does think you might be his favourite one ever.

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three’s company | iwaizumi + oikawa (kinktober day one)

Rated: M

Words: 7.3K

Pairing: iwaizumi x fem!reader x oikawa

Summary: Really, it was only a matter of time before Iwaizumi had you with your back pressed against his chest, his lips on your neck and his hand shoved down the front of your panties while Oikawa was forced to watch.

AN: I chickened out of writing a beefy captain gangbang, but I don’t think anyone is complaining lmao Fingers crossed this actually shows up in the tags!

Kinktober 2020 Day One: Threesomes + Day Eight: Anal

Warnings: smut, threesome, double penetration, oral (male receiving), cuckolding (?), voyeurism (?), anal play/sex, manhandling, edging, orgasm delay/denial, choking, biting, spanking, dirty talk (degradation and praise)

Warm lips trail across your cheek, wandering aimlessly along the curve of your jawline until Iwaizumi latches onto a sensitive spot that has you exhaling a breathy version of his name. Teeth scrape against you. He’s rewarded with a shaky sound as he starts to suckle on that same spot. Your thighs tense around his as you squirm, but his grip is firm around your hip, holding you down with a type of languid ease that makes your heart race.

His chest rumbles against your back. A pleased sound is muffled against the underside of your jaw. Tentative fingers brush against the back of his neck before slipping into his thick hair and pulling. There’s a hitch in his breathing, and then a groan that’s just dripping with want.

Iwaizumi’s breath fans across the side of your neck, and the heat makes your toes curl as his lips ghost over your fluttering pulse. It jumps beneath his touch, perfectly in time with the small hitch in your breathing. A shaky sound falls from your mouth as your head drops back against his shoulder, granting him further access to your exposed throat. Greedily, he takes advantage of it, marking your soft, smooth skin with his teeth and tongue. He drinks it all in. The little gasps you make as he drags his fingertips against your bare waist. The way your hair tickles his neck and chest. The sweet smell of your perfume that’s sure to linger on his skin.

You weren’t expecting tonight to end like this. Though, you can’t say you’re entirely surprised, either. Oikawa was acting like a brat earlier, after all. And he knows exactly which buttons to push to make your other boyfriend snap. Really, it was only a matter of time before Iwaizumi had you with your back pressed against his chest, his lips on your neck and his hand shoved down the front of your panties while Oikawa was forced to watch.

Two fingers thrust into you lazily as his thumb continues to tease you. Iwaizumi’s already made you cum once, softening you up with slow, purposeful circles against your puffy clit, all while promising filthy things in your ear. Telling you exactly what he and Oikawa are going to do to you tonight.

Fingertips glide over the curve of your hip and waist, tracing a slow path all the way to your throat. The light touch makes you sigh, your eyes fluttering until they’re half-lidded, unwilling to close them completely as you focus on the sight across from you.

Lips press against the corner of your mouth and trail across your cheek. Iwaizumi nips at your ear, his gaze sliding sideways to follow yours. The grip he has on you tightens. His cock twitches where he’s pressed against your ass, thick and hard. The edges of his lips barely curve upwards in a self-satisfied smirk, and you whimper as you lock eyes with Oikawa.

He’s already smirking at you, a predatory look in his eyes as his gaze drags down your body, watching in fascination as Iwaizumi’s big hand settles on your chest. You sigh as he palms your breast roughly.

“Iwa-chan,” Oikawa whines from his spot on the bed, an overly dramatic pout forming on his lips. Despite his tone, he does nothing to hide the amusement in his eyes, taking pleasure from your squirming and panting. His cock twitches in his hand. “Stop teasing.”

To anyone else, maybe it would seem like Oikawa is the only one being teased—being punished—but you know better. Oikawa’s grip on his dick is a little too loose, his cheeks flushed red as he thumbs the head of his cock. Mirth swirls in his eyes as he watches Iwaizumi play with you. Your legs are spread obscenely, wide open for Oikawa as Iwaizumi’s thick fingers split you open, the view obscured by the wet, silky fabric between your thighs. Your back arches away from Iwaizumi’s chest as his thumb swirls around your clit, his finger work purposely sloppy just to keep you on edge.

Oikawa may not be allowed to touch you, but both men have you right where they want you. A panting mess and they’ve hardly done anything. They’re almost disturbingly in tune, playing off of each other so well. It’s no surprise that you get caught up in their games.

On the bed, Oikawa moans as he watches Iwaizumi’s teeth scrape over the curve of your neck and shoulder. His grip tightens around his cock, the steady rhythm of his hand stuttering for the first time.

Fleetingly, you wonder if he likes being cucked by your mutual lover, but your train of thought comes to an abrupt end when Iwaizumi’s thumb rolls over your clit with just the right amount of pressure.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs as you shudder in his lap. Whimpering, you tug on his hair a little harder, earning a grunt in response. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” He mouths at your shoulder, his hand already slipping beneath your bra to roll over your nipple.

“Hajime.” His name is a breathless gasp, and you watch Oikawa’s throat move with a harsh swallow as you call out a name that isn’t his. Pride swells in Iwaizumi’s chest.

The heat of his breath tickles your ear, and he presses a deceptively sweet kiss to your cheek. His fingers stop thrusting into you. “What do you think, baby?” he asks, just loud enough for you and Oikawa to hear him. “Does Tooru deserve you tonight?”

Oikawa makes another soft, whining sound from across the room, but Iwaizumi ignores him, attention solely on you. He releases your breast, left hand sliding over your collarbone to grip your chin, making sure you’re looking at Oikawa.

Iwaizumi hides a grin when you nod. “Yeah?” he echoes your silent agreement, calloused thumb brushing across your lips. Before he can let go, you part your lips and take the tip of his finger into your mouth. You make sure Oikawa’s eyes are on you when you give the digit a gentle suck. His eyes widen. Iwaizumi presses another kiss to your cheek before pulling his finger from your mouth.

You whine when he pulls his hand from your panties, his slick fingers ghosting over your clit purposely. His other hand lightly smacks the outside of your thigh as he lets you go. “Be a good girl and suck his cock.”

You do as you’re told, sliding off his lap onto shaky legs. A soft squeal escapes you as he delivers another sharp slap to your skin, this time on your ass cheek. It’s more surprising than painful, but his palm lingers, soothing you for a brief moment before giving you another nudge towards the bed.

Oikawa merely watches from his spot near the headboard as you cross the room. A grin appears on his face when you kneel onto the bed and crawl towards him. Iwaizumi’s gaze burns into your back, his eyes following the sway of your hips. With your back turned, Oikawa is the only one who sees when he brings his slick fingers to his mouth to suck them clean.

“Hello, angel,” Oikawa coos when you’re practically in his lap. He reaches for you with one hand, still stroking himself lazily, and you let him pull you in for a dizzying kiss. His tongue slides across your lips, and he groans when you part them, allowing him to kiss you harder, deeper. He can practically taste Iwaizumi on your tongue. Not as sweet as you, but just as intoxicating.

A soft, almost breathy sound fans against your lips as your fingers tease his bare thighs, slyly sliding higher as you steal another kiss. He pouts as you pull away, leaning just out of reach.

“Minx,” he calls you this time, but there’s no heat behind it. You’re just as bad as him when it comes to teasing. A low groan leaves him when your smooth fingers replace his around his aching cock. “Fuck,” he murmurs, head falling back against the headboard. You’re stroking him slowly, languidly, kneeling between his thighs with smirk that’s far from coy. And it’s so much better than when he was touching himself. Your hands are softer, smaller, and watching through half-lidded eyes as your fingers struggle to wrap all the way around his cock only makes him harder.

You shiver under the wight of their combined gazes, two sets of eyes watching you carefully. You stroke Oikawa from base to tip, grip tightening the way you know he likes it. The vein on the side of his cock throbs under your touch as your thumb swirls around the head at a torturously slow pace.

Oikawa’s palm slides up your arm. He ghosts over your collarbone and throat, only to stop when he’s cradling your jaw in the palm of his hand. For a moment, his thumb only sweeps across your cheek sweetly.

You gasp when his grip tightens, his fingers squeezing around you with near bruising force. White-hot arousal rips through you, pooling low in your belly, and you shiver as he draws your face closer to his. It’s always a gamble which side of him will come out in the bedroom. And with the way he’s looking down at you, amusement dancing in the depths of his eyes, you know that tonight they’re going to ruin you.

Maybe that was their game all along.

“Hajime gave you an order, angel,” Oikawa reminds you, a sing-song lilt to his voice. “You wouldn’t want him to punish you, would you?”

Oh, but you do. Oikawa knows it. And you’re sure Iwaizumi knows it, too. Just the thought of what he might do has your legs clenching. Slick arousal threatens to drip down your thighs. You’re close enough for Oikawa to hear the way your breath catches, a little whimper falling from your pretty lips. He pulls you in for another chaste kiss.

His palm brushes against your throat as he lets you go.

With Oikawa breathing unevenly in front of you, his pupils blown wide with lust, and Iwaizumi’s impatient stare on your back, you finally slide yourself further down the bed. Your free hand drags down Oikawa’s thigh, and you feel his muscles tense beneath your touch. Momentarily, you consider teasing both of them more, pushing the limits of Iwaizumi’s command until he snaps, but Oikawa’s heated look spurs you forward.

You lean down, immediately taking the head of his cock into your mouth. Without warning, you bob forward, sliding him deeper into your wet mouth, tongue laving attention to the underside of his dick. Smug satisfaction bursts in your chest when Oikawa makes a choking sound, caught off guard. One of them calls you a brat—Iwaizumi, you think, but it’s hard to focus when you’re swallowing around Oikawa’s cock. Your fingers dig into his thighs for balance, and his hand grasps the back of your head, brushing your hair back while pulling you closer.

Relaxing your jaw, you allow him to push you down on his cock, another inch slipping down your throat before he yanks you back. Your lips slide off of him with a slick, wet pop, and you gasp for air. Saliva drips down his cock, and you stare down at the flushed tip, pink and swollen from your work.

He pushes you down again without a word, and you eagerly take him back into your mouth, moaning around the stretch of your jaw. Oikawa isn’t as thick as Iwaizumi, but he’s long, and you struggle to take him deeper as he slides against your tongue. The louder you choke around him, the tighter Oikawa’s grip becomes. Breathy moans fall from his silver tongue, the wicked look in his eyes never disappearing for a second.

Breathing slowly through your nose, you glance up at him through your eyelashes.

Oikawa swears as you bob your head again, bucking into your mouth. “So pretty,” he calls you, panting at the way your throat constricts around him when you try to swallow, gagging on him. “Such a good cockslut.” Your lips are stretched obscenely around him. Slowly, you drag yourself back up, inching off him. Saliva sticks to his cock, and your tongue swirls around his tip in teasing circles before you suck.

He thrusts up into your mouth again. You choke.

The bed dips behind you with added weight, and you moan around Oikawa’s cock as Iwaizumi’s hands grab your hips. Calloused palms run along your waist, his thumbs ghosting your back on either side of your spine. You arch into his touch, and he grinds his cock against your ass. A choked moan leaves you as Iwaizumi leans over you, the heat of his body sinking into you as he presses his bare chest against you. His lips brush against your back.

“Naughty girl,” he murmurs, the throaty sound of his voice muffled against your shoulder. He places another kiss there, hands running back down your sides until he reaches your hips. You whimper around Oikawa’s cock when he nips at your shoulder blade. “You just don’t fucking listen, do you?”

Iwaizumi lurches away from your back suddenly, straightening. Before you have the chance to miss his warmth, his hand comes down on your ass in a harsh slap. It sends you jolting forward, Oikawa’s cock forced deeper down your throat. You choke around him again, fighting the urge to gag. Tears well in your eyes at the delicious mixture of pain and pleasure.

A hissed exhale is breathed above you. Oikawa curses under his breath as Iwaizumi rubs your hip with his thumb soothingly. “Do you like when Hajime spanks you?” Oikawa coos. His hand slides from your hair to cup your cheek. The pad of his thumb brushes against the corner of your mouth where your lips are split around his cock. You look so pretty choking on him, the head of his cock pressed against the back of your throat.

Shakily, you raise yourself off of Oikawa, your tongue dragging against the underside of his cock. His thumb brushes against your bottom lip. When only half of his dick is left in your mouth, Iwaizumi’s hand comes down on you again, the force of the slap making you take Oikawa all the way to the back of your throat.

This time, you moan. Your thighs squeeze together again, an action that doesn’t go unnoticed by the observant pair on either side of you.

“Oh, you do,” Oikawa says teasingly, your reaction answering his previous question. Iwaizumi grabs your ass, spreading you from behind, and Oikawa’s head tilts to the side thoughtfully. “Hmm, you really are a naughty little thing.” He strokes your hair away from your face. “Our little slut.” He punctuates the statement by thrusting up into your mouth, quickening his pace.

You must whine, because Iwaizumi hushes you. His thumb slips between your legs, rubbing against the damp spot in your panties. Another moan vibrates around Oikawa’s cock as Iwaizumi finds your clit, rubbing just enough to make your hips jerk. He grinds against your thigh, holding you in place with an iron grip.

They tease you like that until you’re squirming, Iwaizumi’s cock rutting against your thigh, his hand shoved between your legs to play with your clit while Oikawa uses you. He’s fucking your mouth at this point, holding your head still as he shoves his cock down your throat. Each roll of his hips is harder than the last, and he relishes in the soft gagging sounds you make.

A finger slips beneath your panties to touch you directly, and you grind down against Iwaizumi’s hand, desperate for more contact.

He slaps the back of your thigh. “Greedy slut.” The thought of shoving you down onto the bed and splitting you open with his cock makes his fingers twitch, but there’s something he wants to do even more.

Slowly, he eases your underwear down your legs, allowing the soiled fabric to bunch around your knees before he slips them off entirely. You’re pliant beneath him, allowing him to bend and move you anyway he wants, and you’re rewarded with his cock gliding against your dripping slit, the head rubbing against your clit perfectly. Another moan is muffled around Oikawa’s dick, and his rhythm stutters, then slows.

He’s close. You can tell by the way his cock twitches against your tongue when your swirl the muscle around his tip, his breathing growing heavier with each harsh suck. His fingers twitch against your cheek.

A rough hand wraps around your throat from behind, and then you’re ripped away from Oikawa’s cock. Your mouth leaves him with a wet pop. Spit sticks to your lips and drips down his dick as you’re forced upright. Heat surrounds you as your back is pulled flush against Iwaizumi’s chest. The new angle had him grinding against your clit, pleasure making your legs tremble beneath you.

Oikawa whines as he tosses his head back against the headboard, pouting up at the two of you. His cock twitches, glistening with your saliva, and his hand is quick to wrap around his aching length, stroking slowly. There’s a feral gleam in his eyes, and you know he won’t be cumming anywhere but down your throat once Iwaizumi lets you go.

Two fingers dig into the side of your throat, pressing against your pulse as it starts to race.

A sweet kiss is placed on the curve of your neck, just beneath where his thumb is digging into you, threatening to choke you. Then, his lips are on your temple, your cheek, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. “You’re doing such a good job, baby,” he tells you, his other hand skimming across the inside of your thigh. “Fuck.” He hisses as he grinds his cock against you, biting down on the curve of your shoulder. It hurts. The lick of pain only makes you wetter, and you tremble as his tip massages your clit. “You’re going to feel so fucking good squeezing around my cock.”

“Hajime,” you whimper as he nips at your shoulder again, just below a mark be made earlier. The spots will be tender later. Sore for at least a few days. But they’ll take care of you. They always do.

As if he knows what you’re thinking, Iwaizumi presses his lips against the spot where his teeth were just digging into your smooth skin. The kiss is gentle—soft in a way that makes your chest tight with overflowing affection. The momentary sweetness is contrasted by the deep, husky tone of his voice when he growls, “Beg,” against your ear.

Your eyes widen at the command; Oikawa’s eyes glint with arousal as he leans back to enjoy the show, content to keep his mouth shut for a little while longer.

“Beg me to fuck your pussy,” Iwaizumi continues when you don’t respond. His grip tightens around your throat, reaffirming the demand, and his thumb rubs against your rapidly beating pulse. You already know he won’t ask you a second time.

His cock rubbing against your slit and the grip he has around your throat make you lightheaded. You must sputter something out, because Oikawa releases a breathy sound of amusement.

“Come on, angel,” he says, tone just shy of condescending. “You can do so much better than that.” You whine when Iwaizumi hums an agreement against the back of your shoulder. His fingers finally stop skimming against your inner thigh. A surprised squeal falls from your mouth when he pinches your clit between his thumb and finger. Oikawa’s grin widens as he sees the tears brimming in your eyes—of pleasure or pain, it doesn’t matter. “Why don’t you tell Iwa-chan how desperate you are to be stuffed full of his big cock? I bet you can’t wait to have his cum dripping from your pretty pussy.” What he’s saying is absolutely filthy, but it has you shivering with anticipation, and you feel more than hear Iwaizumi’s breath hitch behind you. Oikawa’s eyes widen in feigned surprise. “Or maybe you’d rather have him fuck your ass instead?”

Your head lolls back against Iwaizumi’s shoulder, and you let out a barely audible moan that might be a name, feeling like all of the air has been ripped out of your lungs. They’re still waiting for an answer—waiting for you to beg—but it’s hard to breathe, let alone speak. And then your mouth is moving, words as filthy as Oikawa’s, but sounding so sweet to both of them. “Please,” you gasp, trying to grind back against Iwaizumi despite the bruising grip he has around your thigh. “Please, fuck me, Hajime. I need you to fuck me with your fat cock.”

Iwaizumi’s hand shifts to your jaw. “Good girl,” he murmurs, tilting your head back. Leaning in, he presses his lips to yours. He kisses you just as hard as Oikawa did, but his thumb brushes against your cheek affectionately. Fingers dig into your hipbone, and his teeth bite down on your bottom lip until you whimper. Pulling away from your lips, Iwaizumi leans back, and you’re barely given a second to breathe before you’re being bent over.

Immediately, there’s a hand on your jaw, guiding you back down to Oikawa’s dick. The flushed tip rubs against your mouth, spit and pre-cum smearing across your swollen lips before his cock is shoved inside. At the same time, Iwaizumi shifts behind you. Big hands hold you in place as he rolls his hips forward.

The dick in your mouth is the only thing to muffle your sob as Iwaizumi splits you open with his cock. He’s big inside you. Thick. And the stretch burns in the best way, bringing tears to your eyes. You always have liked it rough, and that’s exactly how he’s going to give it to you.

The next roll has him sinking another inch into your pussy, and you whimper around Oikawa, who shushes you, petting your hair and murmuring praises, telling you how good you are and how well you take Iwaizumi’s cock. He’s only halfway inside, but you’re already shaking, practically gushing around him.

Oikawa coos when you moan, and that condescending tone returns when Iwaizumi’s dick drags along your inner walls slowly, pulling back out. “So pretty,” he says, thumb stroking your cheek to brush away a tear that slips out. You swallow around his cock, tongue trembling against him.

There’s no warning before Iwaizumi thrusts forward and shoves his entire cock into your dripping cunt. His hips slap against your ass, pressing against the tender spots where he spanked you before. The force behind the thrust sends you forward into Oikawa’s lap, and he moans as you take him all the way into your throat. Your nose brushes against his pelvis, your jaw already aching from the repeated stretch.

“Fuck,” Iwaizumi murmurs, groaning as your pussy clenches around him sporadically, spasming. Even the slightest shift from him has pure bliss rippling through you. He’s so thick it’s impossible for him not to rub against your sweet spot, his cock stroking your insides just right. His hands flex around your hips. Blunt fingernails dig into you. The lick of pain makes you squirm, unsure if you’re trying to pull away or take him even deeper, if that’s even possible.

Oikawa allows you to pull yourself half-way off his dick to breathe, your chest heaving. “Oh?” He sounds amused. “Are you going to cum already, angel? Just from that?” He snickers when you shake your head stubbornly, forcing yourself to relax, unwilling to give either one the satisfaction of making you cum that quickly. “I guess Iwa-chan will just have to try harder then.”

A grunt of agreement comes from behind you. Still buried inside you, Iwaizumi pries one of his hands away from your hips. You clench around him embarrassingly when he spanks you this time. The rough treatment makes you keen.

They set a brutal pace. Iwaizumi fucks you from behind, hips slapping against your ass with every harsh thrust. Oikawa leans back, content to watch through half-lidded eyes as you whine and gag around his cock, taking him deeper each time Iwaizumi forces you down. You’re making a mess on both of them, spit and slick dripping around their cocks, but it only makes them fuck you harder.

You lose yourself in the sensations. The tangy taste of Oikawa on your tongue. The lingering ache of Iwaizumi’s hips slapping against you. The combined sounds of their heavy pants and groans. Oikawa is louder, higher-pitched and unrestrained as he moans; you can hardly hear Iwaizumi, his grunts and groans muffled as they slip through grit teeth, held back so he can focus on the slick, wet sounds of his cock filling your pussy over and over. Sweat drips down your back. Everything is hot. Too hot.

One of Iwaizumi’s hands slides around your hips and snakes between your thighs. Calloused fingers rub against your clit until you’re squirming under him, caught between leaning into the overwhelming pleasure and trying to pull away, already so, so sensitive from before. Before you can make the choice, his fingers disappear.

Your hips jerk when he grabs your ass, spreading you from behind. He leans back, just enough to watch his cock disappear inside your pussy. The slick press of his finger against your puckered asshole makes you gasp around Oikawa, but it quickly dissolves into a moan when the digit slips inside you, stretching you out. You’re warm and wet already, loose from earlier preparation, and you melt into his touch.

He crooks his finger just right, and you tighten around his cock, sucking Oikawa’s harder. The latter hisses, gripping your jaw so tightly that you wince. He hisses for Iwaizumi to “do that again”, and the other man complies, playing with your ass.

The hand Oikawa isn’t gripping your jaw with is fisted in the sheets, his knuckles white with how hard he’s squeezing. By now he’s holding you still, fucking your face with frenzied rolls of his hips. All you can do is whimper around him, swallowing and choking until his rhythm stutters. “Fuck,” he groans, tensing as he cums in your mouth, spilling down your throat.

He’s salty on your tongue as you swallow, and you gasp as he pulls his softening cock from your mouth. There’s nothing to muffle your whimpers and whines now, and it only spurs Iwaizumi on when you mewl, “Hajime,” as he slams against your sweet spot.

A hand in your hair pulls you up, gentler than before, and Oikawa leans in to kiss you, swallowing the sounds you make. He cradles your jaw in his palm, thumb rubbing circles against a sore spot. More praise is mumbled against your mouth, but what he’s saying is lost between feverish kisses and panting mouths as he tastes himself on your tongue.

Upright like this, your back is pressed against Iwaizumi’s chest again, and he takes advantage of the position. Another finger slips into your ass, thrusting slowly. His grip on your hip loosens, his palm sliding up your back and over your ribcage. Lips press against your neck. His tongue pokes out to taste the salt on your skin. And then he’s all teeth, nipping and sucking at you as he yanks at the clasp holding your bra together.

It snaps loose. The straps slide down your shoulders. One of them rips it off the rest of the way, and you whimper when a warm hand palms your breast, groping and squeezing before pinching your nipple.

Oikawa leans back, still stroking your cheek.

Iwaizumi shoves you forward suddenly, and you brace your hands against the headboard next to Oikawa. You’re positioned over his lap, knees pressed against the mattress on either side of his hips. His palms land on your legs, teasingly stroking from your knees to the tops of your thighs, his head tilted back against the headboard to look at you.

He looks content, face flushed and panting. Chocolate brown hair is mused, messy and sticking to his forehead. Pupils are blown wide, his eyes hazy from his orgasm. Though, they haven’t lost that spark of mischief. He smirks when he sees your own expression of bliss. Oikawa’s hands slide up your sides, replacing Iwaizumi’s on your breast when his palm shifts to your throat, squeezing slightly.

“How rude, Iwa-chan, fucking her right in front of me.” Oikawa is absolutely shameless with the way his gaze drops between your legs, watching as your cute little cunt is stretched around Iwaizumi’s cock. Slim fingers play with your nipples.

Iwaizumi huffs a laugh, breath fanning over the back of your neck. His pace slows, rough thrusts turning to a deep grind. “Maybe if you hadn’t cum in her mouth,” he grumbles, words slightly muffled by your shoulder as he leans in to kiss you.

Feigning innocence, Oikawa pouts up at Iwaizumi. “I thought you wanted her to suck my cock?” he asks. He pinches your nipple hard enough to make you gasp, a devilish smile spreading across his face. “Weren’t those your orders?”

He’s goading Iwaizumi. Trying to piss him off, make him fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. All three of you know it. And it’s working.

The fingers around your throat twitch. His hips slap against your ass with more force than before, but his slow pace doesn’t pick up. “I could have made you watch me fuck her on the chair.” It wouldn’t be the first time he’s done it.

“You say that like I wouldn’t enjoy it.”

A snort. Iwaizumi fucks you a little harder, a little faster. Your toes curl. “You better hurry up if you want to fuck her, too,” he warns Oikawa, eyes rolling at the impish look he receives in return.

“Are you going to cum early, Iwa-chan?” By now, neither of them are paying attention to you, bickering over your shoulder as if Iwaizumi isn’t buried deep in your pussy and your ass, and the taste of Oikawa’s cum isn’t lingering on your tongue. “I don’t think our girl would like that much.” Brown eyes blink up at you to avoid the glare Iwaizumi is sending him. “You look so pretty when Iwa-chan fucks you like this,” he compliments you, releasing your breasts and trailing his hands back down. “But I bet you’ll look even prettier when I’m fucking you, too.” His thumb circles your clit, still swollen and sensitive from when you came on Iwaizumi’s fingers earlier. “Think you can take both of us tonight, angel?”

You nod, eyes squeezing shut as a breathless yes falls from your mouth, because fuck, of course you want them both. You always do. And you’re so fucking close to cumming again. Your body is just buzzing with pleasure. Iwaizumi lets your head fall back against his shoulder, his sturdy frame and strong hand on your neck the only things keeping you upright. He’s still grinding against you, pace almost painfully slow.

With your eyes shut tight, you don’t see the way Oikawa grins. “Good.”

Iwaizumi’s cock pulls out of you. His fingers slip out of your ass. Your eyes snap open in alarm, a protest already on the tip of your tongue, but Iwaizumi silences you with a sharp slap against your sore ass cheek.

“Hajime,” you whine, only to gasp when he spreads you from behind. He lets go of your throat as Oikawa swipes a bottle off the nightstand. You know what it is without having to look, but you still shiver when cold, sticky fluid drips onto your skin. Iwaizumi hisses between his teeth as lube leaks onto his cock and fingers. He strokes himself slowly.

Oikawa grinds you down against his hips, his dick rubbing against your clit teasingly. The hands on your hips hold you still, the pair in perfect sync as they move you where they want you. Your fingers bite into the headboard as Oikawa snakes a hand around your hips, helping Iwaizumi hold you open.

The head of his dick presses against your ass, rubbing against your puckered entrance. His name drips from your tongue, sweet like honey, and you whimper at the stretch of his cock sinking into you just an inch. The lube makes the glide easy, but he’s still so big inside of you, stretching you to your absolute limit.

“Just relax, baby,” he murmurs against your temple, face buried in your hair. “Let us make you feel good.” His palm presses against your abdomen, pushing you against his chest.

Oikawa pouts. He leans in, pressing a kiss against your jaw that quickly turns into a bite. The pain doesn’t last as he pulls away just as fast. “How come you never say my name that pretty?” he asks you, thumbs rubbing circles into your hips.

Even through half-lidded eyes you see the glance the pair share over your shoulder. One of them slaps your thigh when you don’t answer fast enough, but you’re too overwhelmed by the onslaught of stimulation to tell who. The same hand slips between your legs to stroke your clit.

“Please, Tooru.” He shivers at the way you practically purr his name, all breathy and needy. “Please, fuck me. I want—” A choked scream tears from your throat as Iwaizumi suddenly thrusts forward, taking you by surprise as the full length of his cock is shoved inside you. His other hand slaps against the wall by Oikawa’s head for balance. “Fuck,” you whimper, clenching around him. Slick drips from your cunt, and you tremble, realizing you came just from that.

Oikawa’s thumb doesn’t stop rubbing your clit. “Well, since you asked so nicely.” You’re shifted over his lap, and then his dick is pressed against your slit, the tip rubbing through the sloppy mess between your legs. Hushing your little gasps and whines, Oikawa murmurs in your ear how pretty you are before he thrusts inside you, stuffing you full of his cock. The fullness makes you moan, but the sound is swallowed by Oikawa’s lips on yours.

Neither of them gives you a moment to breathe before they’re thrusting and grinding against you, taking you roughly, hard and fast. They know you can take it—can take them. You’re always so good for them, taking them so well. Your hands scramble for something to ground you, and you end up clutching Iwaizumi’s bicep like a lifeline as he pounds into your ass.

Absolutely filthy things are whispered in your ear, but it’s too hard to focus on anything more than the deep, throaty sound of Iwaizumi’s voice and the heat of his breath fanning across the back of your neck. Oikawa hisses between his teeth as your walls tighten around him, sucking him in deeper every time you bounce on his lap.

At this angle, he’s perfectly positioned to rub against your sweet spot with every thrust. You’re mostly grinding against him. Shoved onto his cock with the force of Iwaizumi’s hips slapping against your ass. They’re both panting and swearing, twin groans falling from their mouths as your muscles squeeze around them sporadically.

“I bet you just love being fucked like this, don’t you?” Oikawa sneers, one hand sliding up your side to palm your breast. Pinching and pulling at your nipple, he leans down to lick a strip up the side of your throat, tasting the salt on your skin. When his lips brush against your ear he continues. “Split open on both of our cocks.”

Iwaizumi huffs a laugh. “Cock hungry little slut.”

The way you moan is almost embarrassing, and it only spurs them on.

Oikawa pinches your clit between two fingers, rubbing your sensitive nerves harshly, just enough to bring you to the edge before he snatches his hand back. “Well, angel?” he starts. “Tell us how much you love it. Beg us to fuck you just the way you want it.” Letting go of your breast, he grabs your waist, forcing you down harder on his and Iwaizumi’s cocks. “Or does Hajime need to punish you again?”

“Please.” It slips out before you can stop it, breathy and needy. “I—fuck.” Iwaizumi slaps your ass again, and this time it’s hard enough to make tears well in your eyes. Pain and pleasure swirl into an intoxicating combination. “Please. Right there. I love it when you fuck me with your big, hard cocks.” You’re babbling at this point, only half-aware of what you’re saying, but you don’t care. You’re so close to cumming again. The knot of tension in your lower belly is so close to snapping. “Please, don’t stop.”

By now, you’re barely able to hold yourself up. Their strong hands are the only thing keeping you from collapsing. They know it, too, judging by Iwaizumi’s tight grip and the smirk on Oikawa’s face. Purposely, you clench around them a little harder, just to watch the way Oikawa’s brow furrows, his eyes squeezed shut in absolute bliss. Iwaizumi only grunts, pounding into you harder in retaliation.

Fingertips slide up your torso, and you cling to Iwaizumi’s bicep harder. His hand wraps around your throat, choking you, and you scramble to grab his forearm as he guides your head back against his shoulder, arching your back in a perfect curve. Your fingernails bite into his skin, but he only groans against your ear. Spots burst across your vision. Oikawa’s lips are on your collarbone, sucking a bruise against an already tender spot.

“Come on, baby.” Iwaizumi pants against your ear, distracting you as Oikawa’s hand slips back between your legs. His thumb swipes over your clit, rubbing in hard, fast circles.

You clench down around them again, tighter than before as you cum hard, your orgasm ripping straight through you. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream. The only sound you manage is a choked gasp that might be one or both of their names as you tremble, spasming around them as they continue to thrust inside of you, drawing out your orgasm until you’re overstimulated and so sensitive it almost hurts.

Moaning, Oikawa cums deep inside you, harder than before and so fucking sensitive as your pussy squeezes around his dick. The rush of warmth inside your cunt makes you whimper. A second later, Iwaizumi swears, shoving himself back and pulling his cock from inside you just in time to cum on your ass. Thick, milky fluid slides down your skin, mixing with the mess of cum that drips from your pussy as Oikawa pulls out of you.

None of you move. For a long moment the only sounds in the room are harsh pants as the three of you try to catch your breaths, too sore and sticky with fluids to do anything else.

It’s Iwaizumi that moves first. He presses a hard kiss against your temple, reassuring and warm. His thumb strokes the side of your neck gently, his grip around your throat now loose. A quiet whine leaves you when his warmth disappears, but it turns into a sigh as you’re shifted off of Oikawa’s lap and laid down on the bed. The mattress shifts as Iwaizumi gets off the bed.

Oikawa stays leaning against the headboard as the other man pads across the floor and leaves the room without a word. When Iwaizumi disappears down the hallway, Oikawa turns back to you. He reaches for you slowly, and you relax as his knuckles rub against your cheek soothingly.

“Such a good girl,” he coos down at you, moving to pet your hair. “You did so well for us. Hajime will be right back, okay? So just relax, sweetheart.” Your heart swells with the petname. It’s one he only uses in moments like this, where you’re both exhausted, craving contact and praise.

He continues to coo and whisper until Iwaizumi returns a moment later, a loose pair of sweatpants pulled over his hips and a set of damp towels in one hand. Without looking, he tosses one of them at Oikawa, who yelps as it smacks him in the face. “Clean yourself up, shithead,” Iwaizumi tells him, tone gruff. His entire demeanor softens when he looks at you, still spread out on the bedsheets, exhausted, with cum dripping down your ass and thighs.

“So mean, Iwa-chan.” Oikawa huffs, but does as he’s told, wiping himself off before tossing the towel onto the floor.

Ignoring Oikawa’s tone, Iwaizumi climbs onto the bed on top of you, his knees on either side of your legs. “Okay, baby?” he mumbles, kissing your temple, then your cheek, coaxing you to nod. Once he’s sure you’re okay, his lips lovingly brush over one of the bitemarks he left on the back of your shoulder. “Let’s clean you up.”

You wince as the towel rubs against your sensitive skin, but he’s nothing but gentle as he wipes away the sticky fluids.

Unlike Iwaizumi, Oikawa doesn’t bother putting on pants before he shuffles down onto the bed, sprawled out beside you. He clicks his tongue, a dramatic pout forming on his lips as he looks at you and Iwaizumi. “How come you don’t treat me like that, Iwa-chan?”

Iwaizumi raises a brow. The look he throws Oikawa is nothing short of exasperated. “You’re not the one I just fucked,” he says blandly, making you smile. When Oikawa only pouts more, Iwaizumi rolls his eyes. “You want me to fuck your ass next time?”

“Well,” your other boyfriend drawls, a mischievous flicker in the depths of his eyes, “I wouldn’t be opposed.” Before Iwaizumi can respond, he rolls onto his side to face you. “And how are you feeling, angel? Need anything?”

It’s always the same routine after they fuck your brains out. The two of them bicker as they make sure you’re okay, then settle in on either side of you. They’re always clingy after sex, but you’re no better. Sometimes, Oikawa will coax you into a bath, or persuade Iwaizumi to order food, craving conversation until the three of you are half-asleep and too tired to continue; Iwaizumi only ever wants to pull you both close, reassure himself that you’re both okay. He can be too rough sometimes, and he knows it, always whispering apologies when one of you wince, big hands soothing away the pain.

You hum as Iwaizumi slots in beside you, sliding partway underneath you so that your head is resting on his chest. His fingertips brush against your skin, his palm smoothing over your naked back. Lips press against the top of your head, and you sink into his embrace as his steady heartbeat thrums through you. “Sore,” you admit, sighing as he kneads your lower back. You tilt your chin enough to kiss Iwaizumi’s chest before turning to Oikawa. Your lips quirk up.

“Someone looks satisfied with himself,” you tease him, voice slurred as you start to feel drowsy, lulled by the warmth around you.

“And you look like you’ve been attacked by an animal.” He reaches out to poke one of the bitemarks on your neck, faint indents from teeth just barely visible in the light. The grin on his face becomes even more cheeky. “But, ah, what can you expect with our Hajime. Such a brute.”

Iwaizumi reaches around you to cuff Oikawa over the head, but there’s no force behind it. A love tap. Oikawa whines anyway, and you dissolve into giggles as he throws himself on top of you and Iwaizumi, careful to rest most of his weight against the other man, who grunts, but doesn’t bother to shove him off.

“Idiots,” Iwaizumi grumbles, wrapping his arms around the two of you.

#iwaizumi x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa x reader x iwaizumi #iwaizumi x reader x oikawa #hq #haikyuu!!#hq x reader #hq smut

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 4 years

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Klaus x Powered Reader

Summary: Reader is part of the umbrella academy but came when they were 12 due to parents needing help for them, ya know controlling powers and whatnot. They can shapeshift into any animal and their senses are heightened n such.

Warnings: bloody, fighting bad guys, bit of Klaus fluff

You know that moment in a movie where they freeze frame and then the character says something like “you’re probably wondering how I ended up in this situation.”

Yeah with Klaus you have those moments more times then you could count. In fact, if you had a dollar for every time Klaus has gotten you into a freeze frame moment. (And you’ve thought about this often.)

You could probably afford a real nice apartment with actual food in its fridge. Instead of living at the Academy with some apples and Klaus’ latest alcoholic beverage.

But alas, here you are in a back alley as Klaus’ bodyguard waiting for some Italian mafia members to come get their money that he owes them. Well that’s what you’re assuming but Klaus insists they’re just some moody tough guys. Okay sure.

You watch Klaus as he paces back and forth in front of you counting his cash for about the 50th time in the past 10 minutes.

Klaus stops abruptly and turns to you with a smile, “You know what I love about you, Y/N, every time I think things could get worse I look at your pretty face and I know you got me.”

Sighing in knowing annoyance you look up at him, “Are you short.”

Klaus snorts, “No actually I’m pretty long.” He says with wink.

You look up to the sky trying not to crack, you couldn’t give him the satisfaction even if it was funny, not the time or place. Especially considering his dumbass is short some cash he definitely owes very soon.

You look over to Klaus again and raise an eyebrow.

“Alright how much?”

He twiddles is fingers while avoiding your curious gaze. “Oh you know...a couple hundred or so.”

“So that’s why I’m here, emotional support my ass”, You say rolling your eyes a bit amused nonetheless.

Klaus may be an idiot but he’s funny and kind and you love him. Also you do enjoy beating up gangsters or whoever these thugs of the hour are.

Folding your arms while giving Klaus a smirk you tell him, “Well your friends better get their asses here cause when they do. I’m gonna knock their teeth in for making us wait in this shit ally. I’ve been suppressing the urge to vomit for 10 minutes.”

He nods in agreement, glad you’re not about to rip him a new one for his latest antics.

“Wait, does it really smell that bad, I mean the dumpster is at the other end of the ally.” He says in confusion.

You put your hands on your hips glancing at the dumpster and then focusing on Klaus.

“I’ve got the whole animal kingdom inside me Klaus, I know you can kinda smell that dumpster from here, but listen. For me it’s 1000x worse and let me tell you it doesn’t smell like a bath and body works around here.”

Klaus laughs scratching the back of his head, “Right, right, sorry.”

Suddenly a sketchy looking black car rolls into the ally, coming to a halt as three angry looking men walk out. Clearly hiding something within their coats, the “leader” it seems steps up and speaks.

“You betta have that 1,000 you owe us right fucking now you little theif, I don’t appreciate you takin’ my mother’s gold necklace, rest her soul.” He growls.

Klaus raises his hands up, “Listen buddy, you stole that from your own mother at her funeral...and let me tell you she’s not to happy about it.” He says looking to his left where you assume this guys dead mother is standing.

The bald guy behind him shakes his head and says, “So fuckin what? We needed that shit for other important purposes raccoon eyes.”

Klaus now lost as to where this situation is about to turn looks over at you clearly needing assistance. While mouthing “help me”.

Walking past him you hold your hands up showing you have nothing to hide, “Now that’s not very nice, a real shit personality, your mother would be very disappointed in how you’ve turned out. Cause let’s be honest it’s not like your looks are doing anything for you either.” You say snickering trying to see how they’ll react.

The first guy smirks reaching into his coat to pull out a nasty looking knife. “See this right here, I’m a good old fashioned man, I don’t believe in guns.”

You raise your eyebrows at him, “Oh well in that case we should all be quite relieved then.”

Looking behind him you notice as his two friends pull their own weapons out, which consists of a hammer and some type of meat hook.

“Klaus couldn’t have picked an easier bunch of idiots to fuck up then these psychos.” You thought.

The bald one begins to move brushing past the first guy looking like he’s seeing red.

“Jesus, man I didn’t mean to offend, I’m just making friendly conversation.” You muse.

Baldy begins to charge holding up his hammer ready to strike. “Come here you bitch, that’s my husband you’re talking to.”

He swings as you side step him, tripping him as he falls directly onto the concrete. Conveniently dropping the hammer in the process. Klaus being the ever troublesomely fantastic sidekick, picks up the hammer and throws it at you.

Gripping the hammer tightly, baldy rises from the ground faster then you’d expected mouth bloody and boiling with rage.

But in a hot second his bearded buddy in crime sprints towards you with his meat hook seemingly out of nowhere.

Klaus yells for you to watch out but you didn’t even need to look, this guys heart beat is louder then a firework and you’re faster then a viper, your senses on overload. As you turn around in record time to grab the guys right arm with the meat hook.

With your left hand tight around this guys beefy one you hold on and push his assault giving him more power. Effectively fulfilling your plan and leading the hook right into baldys chest. Who was fortunately running towards you.

A split second later with the hammer in your right hand you swing it forcefully into the guys shins. Hearing a sweet sickly crunch sound and the wild howls protruding from your assailants throat.

“Sorry I didn’t know you were married.”

“Fuck you!” He screams.

You look up hearing the sting of metal being swung in the wind, to see a knife heading straight for your throat.

With lighting reflexes you grab his wrist, the knife inches from your vulnerable skin.

Klaus gasps in the background terrified and relieved at not getting your throat slit.

You turn your fingernails to sharp cat-like claws that dig dangerously into his flesh, causing hot blood to drip out. The man drops the knife and grimaces in pain.

“I don’t know about you but I don’t think my boyfriend owes you three motherfuckers shit.” You growl, eyes beginning to glow an electric blue while the whites of your eyes shift to black, something that happens when you start to use your power.

“Fuck you, and fuck that thieving piece of junky shit crying in the corner.”

Your mood darkens, “Wrong answer.”

Letting go of his bloody wrist you grip his throat with your left hand lifting him off the ground. He begins to choke and struggles against your tight grasp.

“I know you’ve heard of me from other friends of yours, so listen very closely. If you touch Klaus again or anyone else around here who’s just trying to survive in this city. I won’t be so generous next time. Or maybe I should rip your fucking face off right now.” You squeeze tighter drawing blood.

“Y/N.” Klaus says softly.

“Let’s go home.” He asks with pleading eyes and you snap back to reality smelling the iron scent of blood on your hands.

Sometimes you can get carried away feeling the rush of the hunt, a taxing side affect of your power, one you’ve always struggled to control.

Letting the man go he slumps to the ground coughing and sucking in straggled breaths.

“ Alright, me..me and the boys...won’t do nothing....you have my...my word....no bullshit nothing....I swear.”

“Good cause your friends are gonna need more then some stitches.”

You quickly leave the ally and start walking down the street towards the Academy.

Breathing heavily, you look up at Klaus who’s at your side as you start to feel a bit embarrassed that he saw you lose it a little.

He holds onto your arms stopping you, “Don’t worry, we’ll have a bath and watch some movies...hey you like that Museum one?”

“The Night at the Museum.” You say smiling still feeling off.

Klaus’ face lights up, “Yeah that one, with the big T-Rex skeleton and President Roosevelt on a horse.”

He links your arms together and you both begin walking again.

“Y/N, I’m not afraid of you, you know. I never have been, I actually find it pretty sexy of you to beat up bad guys for me and keep the neighborhood safe-er. Ben thinks so too, minus the sexy part of course. Only I get to enjoy that.”

You relax more into his side and once again start to feel a bit more at ease with yourself.

“Oh wait a second, here put these sunglasses on, your eyes are still playing mood rings with us. Don’t wanna freak out the civilians” He laughs.

“Thanks, I did wonder why that kid back there looked like he just saw a ghost.”

Klaus winks, “Maybe he did, cough cough..Ben...cough cough.”

“You’re an ass.” You say while rolling your eyes

“Yes indeed my love but remember I deal with the supernatural of all sorts, from ghosts to monsters, nothing phases me.” Klaus states proudly.

You laugh, “ Okay Van Helsing, this monster wants a bath with her hunter then.”

Klaus kisses your cheek, “That can be arranged my dear.”

Smiling up at him you hold him tighter and think to yourself how weird your life is, but you wouldn’t change it for anything.

- okay wow alright, first story ever I hope it’s good or at least some people like it. It was honestly fun to write ngl.

#the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy x you #the umbrella academy imagine #the umbrella academy x reader #klaus hargreeves imagine #klaus hargreeves x you #klaus hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves #number 4 #the seance #ben hargreeves #falcor the luck dragon stories #good enough hashtag to find my stories to right

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kaimactrash · 3 years

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Okay first and foremost: if this flag is wrong lemme know! I have been googling but obviously, it can only go so far in trustablity since pages can be boosted.Anyway, heres my crew of lesbian OCs,

realise I have very few gay men ocs bc I've been in a real drawing fems mood lately, but theres a few there

info below on the ocs

other than Lith none of these women were born on earth, or even lived on it, so they don't have the exact same gender and physical sex rules we do, so this is more the closest term that fits all of my ladies who love ladies&enbees.up in the top left we have Lottie, she's not really into sex that much, but shes all about the romance, shes a very loving person, but deeply scared from several events leaving her with intense PTSD. She's a Frenrar native would was recruited as a demon, she was much more anthro as a human, but lost some of it on the transition to demon. She starts her story being rescued, while greatful, within a few months of world trecking she realised that this isn't what she wants to do anymore, she decides to hang out at Valentino, Skye, and Pipers traveling bar, called The Turkeys Tail. There she studies endlessly to solve a few magic issues on Franrar with the help of Valentino, it takes time but she ends up being the demon to be able to break the Elders curse, in the form of cuffs binding all lower (Hokey) demons, which prevents them running of flying away. She's a pacifist & would really like if there were no wars going on, but since she can't stop them herself, she tries to do so with her experiments. She's growing a lot as i write her and get to know her which is cool, I love when you can just almost hear a character coming together in your mind. all the inspo! Sorry for the ramble! it's good to get this stuff down when I'm in brain storming mind! Across from Lottie, top right, is lith! If you've followed me for years you know lith a bit, she was once a middle aged woman from earth, she made the transition over to demon at the end of a long fight with respiritory illness. Shes very busy lady being one of the two first primary protagonists, while she has some time to adjust to demon life, it didn't come with its own issues, and she ws soon through into a resistance for a place she arrived in not that long ago, she works it out over time. She also works out her sexuality, as a human, she pretty much burried her sexuality but the freedom of a while new world, one filled with many more queer people like her, haha.below her the giant elder Galo stands, due to her bullish attitude and hard headed focus, she struggles with this and the power battles in the Demon realm, often failing to see the wider issue as rilo refocuses her everytime she get close to figuring them out. Shes a bit new so a little under developed but shes going to be apearing quite a lot at the start of the story, then return later, so I'll have some time to get to know her. that tiny lil green triclops like thing, is Shihosu, my most precious and special baby, I wanna protect her even thou i'm the one writting the conflict in her world. She actually dies before she even apears, but shes brough back by octo ( the gold and purple octomaid lady.) and this essentially makes her speicies see her as some blessed chosen one, she has a big repuatation and after seeing and hearing other members of her speices die, she goes on the hunt for octo to find out why she was chosen...she has plenty of fun nights out during this, so she has a good life work balance. Shihosu is checking out Elviras butt. Elvira is basically an effigy brought to life by her father Emesh, She's a romantic at heart and can't help but coo and awe at any acts of love. Her father is very over protective and it takes a long time for her to be given true free reign of her life, shes thousands of years old by that point, so she gets out and finds the area outside her home is a semi-apocolyptic waste land filled with strange speicies and creatures, she quick decides she has left because she's to help. Her father is actually aware that he was to let her go off on her own as soon as she'd ask. He was inspired to create her while tripping hard, and the voice told him how to make her, and why he should....*mystery music.*Lastly we have the aforementioned Octo, and her wife, Beefy. By the time we meet them, they've been married a few years and they are obnoxiously in love. Beefy was earth child some how snatched onto Frenrar, she doesn'y know who did it, why, or even how, even though she meets others like her over time, none of them seem to know who did this, and no one on frenrar seems to know who could even do that. She was found in a box in the woods, no older than a year, and the Fleetfoots, a rabbit like spieces with multiple varients across frenrar, the spieces are known for strength, mentally and phsyically, hardiness, and determination, which ended up feeling perfect for Beefy, until Octovar arrived, Not immediately though. Octo was there over a summer at her father request, as she had gained a reputation for making scenes at big public royal family events, so as it is so oftem the rebelious princess is sent off out of daddys way, while he does his old boring bussiness. Beefy spent a lot of her time building and training physically, and Octovar would often be around. She's very curious as someone who lives mostly in the sea, being so far from the ocean, the lifestyles felt completely alien to one another. Over time awkward stares and little comments evolved in to longing looks and full on flirting. Always very opinionated, Octovar opened up to beefy about why she was here, why she was fighting them, and why she needed to leave before her father came back to collect her, Beefy agreed and talked about a Fleetfoot called Piper who had been here, but left after a visit from a powerful mage, beefy had kept contact via letters, so was now aware, Piper was an active member of the resistance. Beefy said her goodbyes, their culture never saw one set of parents, everyone raised everyone basically, so it was scary, but the elders reccomended beefy go try it out, reminding her, her burrow will always be there for her when or if she ever comes back.While we meet them at wives I'm 100% planning a prequel comic on them from meeting each other, to when they meet lith landon and the crew.OOf woops sorry these are meant to be silly cute lil pieces but I get all focused on lore! I'm still planningon doing more even though pride is over, I'm planning on doing one with gay men, then aro/ace. I may also do one with other mspec idnetities, but I do not have many ocs in those categories, YET! I will defo have more as more characters are created, I gotta make a whole planet of people. so theres gonna be variety.I may try and put all my trans characters together for a trans flag, but i may use the art I already made of them! Happy pride Lesbains*! (*and all the groups simailir or under that lable)

#kai art #oc art

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hyperpsychomaniac · 3 years

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The Other Side of Me - Chapter 1

Darkwing Duck Fanfiction (90s Series)

The Negaverse Launchpad arrives in Saint Canard and announces his intention to take down Darkwing Duck in preparation for Negaduck’s arrival. Darkwing refuses to take the threat seriously, so Launchpad decides to take on his stronger, crazier, and downright dangerous counterpart himself.

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“I’m not sure about this one, boss. I’ll do whatever you tell me. But that portal looks… dangerous.”

“Aw, don’t tell me the big bad Launchpad is going to be a pussy about a harmless little portal?”

“I’m no pussy!”

“Then get your butt down there!” Negaduck slammed a fist into the big brute’s shoulder.

Launchpad did not so much as flinch. A frown creased his stubbled beak as he stared into the portal that swirled about their feet.

Sometimes it took a few seconds for his orders to sink through that beefy skull. Negaduck was not keen on waiting for his minion’s neurons to fire. But this would be easier if his guinea pig was cooperative. “Listen, LP,” said Negaduck as he stretched an arm around his companion’s broad shoulders, “I need someone over in that other Saint Canard I can trust. A scout to take care of Darkwing Duck and pave the way for my glorious reign.”

A grin slowly spread across that big, dumb face. “Yeah, I can do that boss.”

“Then listen carefully. And I’ll try and keep it simple, stupid. Everything over there is the opposite. There’s an alternate you over there too. If those nerds at the university rigged this thing up properly, this portal will dump you out within a mile of him. If everything goes to plan, I’ll have access to Darkwing’s world again.”

“Hey, wait. Is this one of those things where you want me to replace my double? I’m a heavy, man. You need to use me to smash some skulls!” Launchpad pounded a fist into his open palm.

Negaduck snorted and rolled his eyes. “You’re kidding me. You’d need a shave. And to learn some table manners. No, smash in as many skulls as you see fit. Take out some of Darkwing’s allies. Find out where his lair is. I don’t care. I’m giving you your head… if you know what to do with it.”

“Huh?”

Negaduck grabbed Launchpad by the collar and dragged him down so they were beak to beak. “I’m tired of your screw ups and having to explain everything half a dozen times. You get over there, and you prove to me you’re worth keeping around. Got it, big guy?”

Launchpad glared back at him, but Negaduck did not miss the other man’s adam’s apple bob up and down as he gulped. “Got it, boss.” He squared his shoulders and moved back over to the portal.

Negaduck grinned. He didn’t care what Launchpad did once, and if, he arrived in Darkwing’s Saint Canard. He needed this idiot for one thing and one thing only.

“Still looks a little rough down there.” Launchpad grumbled as he craned his neck out over the edge. “But maybe it’s not really so dangerous.”

“Only one way to find out.” Negaduck put a foot square into Launchpad’s backside. The big brute pinwheeled his arms and then toppled into the maelstrom.

Which immediately exploded into a green black geyser that splattered and hissed across the ceiling.

Negaduck dropped to the floor and pulled his hat down over his eyes. The air heated to a barely tolerable level. A rush of wind whipped and howled past him. Then with a crash and a whoosh the gale turned back on itself and rushed back towards the portal. A chair skittered across the floor beside him, caught in the vacuum.

Then the portal shut down with a very final sounding whoomph.

Negaduck cautiously peeked out from under his hat. The ceiling had been blasted black, as had the floor. The chair sat where the portal had been, blackened, and cleaved clean in two. The smell of burnt wood and feathers lingered in the air.

Negaduck whistled through his teeth as he stood to his feet. “Oh yeah, that duck is D.E.A-dead.” He put his hands on his hips and stared at his failed experiment. Then he shrugged. “Guess it’s back to the drawing board.”

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Launchpad dusted dying embers from the feathers on his forearms and hauled himself to his feet. The world tilted. “Stop it!” he demanded with a slur. The portal ride had been hectic, like being inside a green and black tumble dryer that was doing its best to catch on fire. But he wasn’t going to moan about it. He’d walk it off.

Sure enough, the world settled around him. The cracked bitumen at his feet was littered with garbage. Dingy, spray-painted walls hemmed him in. For a moment, Launchpad thought the alley he found himself in was back in the Negaverse. But the sky above was a bright, clear blue, and the sound of birdsong reached him. The alleyway opened to a parking lot. Across the road was a park, which was actually green. There were children playing, and giggling. Launchpad repressed a shudder. “Yuck. What a hell hole.”

And then an eerily familiar voice reached his ears. “Okay, so we need to get eggs, milk, de… er, or is that an o? I have got to stop Drake writing on my shopping list.”

Next to a garish blue sedan stood… Launchpad.

Launchpad blinked and rubbed at his eyes. “What the heck is he even wearing.”

His double scratched at the aviator’s cap perched on his head, then shrugged. “Hey, if I make soup, he’s not going to know what’s in it anyway.” Then, belting out a whistling tune that made Launchpad cringe, he strolled into the grocery store.

Launchpad rolled his shoulders. “Alright, then. Well, he is supposed to be Darkwing’s sidekick. Maybe this whole thing is just a cover. And I can’t fail Negaduck again…” Launchpad bit his lip. But no. Negaduck would not follow him in a hurry. He had most certainly pushed him through to check the safety of the portal. That ride had been anything but safe, and Negaduck was too much of a coward to come through right away until he was sure it was.

Which meant he had some time up his sleeve. “Guess I’ve got some work to do, but…” Launchpad rubbed his hands together as his gaze narrowed on the blue sedan. “Doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun whilst I’m at it.”

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Launchpad searched the aisles of the grocery store for what he’d eventually determined was ‘deodorant.’ He snatched a spray can off a shelf and grinned in triumph. “Got ya. But you are definitely not going in the soup. Heheh.”

Crime had taken a bit of a dip the last half of the week. It meant he could get on top of the groceries. Maybe get some meals into the freezer. When there were two men who spent half the night tearing around Saint Canard chasing baddies, and one growing kid who could consume an entire stack of pancakes and then ask if she was going to get bacon and eggs with that, in the house, it paid to have something stashed that was easy to make and better than toast. Launchpad’s freezer meals always seemed to last forever. Although, sometimes Launchpad thought that was because DW preferred the toast.

He ended up getting a bit more food than he had originally intended. “Are you sure you can carry all of those?” the register attendant asked him.

“No problemo.” Launchpad hefted the two overstuffed grocery bags to his chest. He grinned out through a bunch of celery leaves and winked.

The attendant slowly raised her eyebrow. “Have a good day, sir.”

Launchpad weaved his way across the parking lot. Lifting the haul was the easy part. But the grocery bags were so overstuffed he could barely see where he was going. “Not the first time I’ve been flying blind.” Every time he caught sight of the blue sedan through the celery, he course corrected.

“Ow!” Launchpad grumbled as his shin collected the tail gate. “There she is.” He had to boot the car twice before his foot found the tail gate catch, and then he dumped the groceries in back.

He threw himself into the driver’s seat, tore into reverse, then scraped the undercarriage on the gutter out of the parking lot. Someone honked. “Sorry, I got to get home to make soup!”

Launchpad tapped the steering wheel, hummed to himself, and glanced in the rear-view mirror. “Huh? I thought I shaved this morning. Wait…”

Launchpad spluttered as his scarf tightened about his throat. Warm breath blew down his neck. “Keep driving. And no funny business.”

“Air…” His scarf loosened just a little.

“Take us off the highway.” There was something familiar about that voice. “Pull into a sidestreet.”

Yeah. Right. Launchpad pulled into a slip lane off the highway as he’d been instructed. “So, you wearing a seatbelt?”

“I don’t need no pussy seatbelt…”

As the slip lane dipped down, Launchpad gunned it. The incline was just enough to get a bit of power out of the four-cylinder engine. His assailant yelped, and there was a heavy thud as his he slammed into the roof.

Launchpad gagged as his air cut off completely. He struggled, one hand wresting the steering wheel back and forth to keep them on course, the other grappling with the material now looped tightly about his throat. He slammed on the brakes. He had previously determined the trajectory of any loose items in the sedan on more than one occasion. He ducked. Tins and bottles took flight. Some thudded into the man in the back, eliciting more grunts and curses. The rest bounced harmlessly off the windshield.

Launchpad got out and, teeth gritted, hauled the man in his rear seat out by the collar. “Next time pick on someone your own size!”

The guy slammed balled up fists on Launchpad’s arms and broke his grip. “That was the idea.”

Launchpad took a step back and put up his guard. Both men froze, facing each other in a fighting stance.

Launchpad’s fists loosened. “You… You look just like me…”

“What the hell was that?” His mirror image barked. “You trying to kill us both?”

“Mom and Dad never said anything about me having a twin.”

The man that looked like him straightened his disheveled jacket collar with a quick tug. “Okay. That was actually a half decent move. Maybe you’re not as domesticated as I first thought.”

“Who are you?” Launchpad demanded.

“Is that stupid cap cutting off circulation to your brain? I’m you, genius.”

The gears in Launchpad’s head grated over. “The Negaverse. DW told me… you work for Negaduck.”

“There you go. Heh. Guess I’m not as stupid as everyone keeps telling me.”

“What are you doing in Saint Canard? I mean, our Saint Canard.”

The other Launchpad flicked a celery leaf from his shoulder. “Not the groceries.”

“Okay, okay… I’m talking to another me. Perfectly normal. So, you work for Negaduck. But that doesn’t mean you’re a bad guy, right? I mean, you’re me… Heheh.” Launchpad tugged at his scarf.

His double dragged him towards him, so they were pressed beak to beak. “Why are you giggling?”

“I am very uncomfortable right now.”

Launchpad released him with a snort. “Great. That’s his bloody laugh. I’m glad we’re supposed to be opposites. But you listen up, pal. You’re going to be more than uncomfortable when Negaduck gets here.”

“Negaduck’s back?” Talking to himself was weird as. But he had to pull it together and focus. Launchpad jabbed a finger into his double’s chest. “I’m not going to let him hurt DW!”

Launchpad grinned. “There’s the guy who nearly sent me through his windshield. Relax, Negaduck isn’t here. Yet. He sent me, his top man, through ahead of him. So, you’re not going to have to worry about him hurting your ‘DW’. Because by the time he gets here, this Launchpad will have put Darkwing Duck at the bottom of Audubon Bay.”

Launchpad threw a punch.

His double shielded his chin with broad forearms, then clapped Launchpad in the side of the head with a right hook that sent him sprawling across the bonnet of the sedan. “Negaduck will be awhile,” he said, as he backed away. “So, in the meantime we’re going to play a little game. I’m coming for Darkwing Duck. Let’s see if his sidekick who I’ve heard so much about can stop me.”

Launchpad hauled himself upright, hands balled into first. But his head still spun. By the time the world settled enough he could stand without toppling over, the doppelganger had disappeared.

“Launchpad!” It would’ve been amusing, screaming his own name. Had his heart not been hammering in his chest. His double had gone. But he had been no figment of his imagination. “I’ve got to warn DW.”

Tins and bottles clattered across the pavement as Launchpad dove back into the sedan and raced towards home.

***

Authors note: So that’s the first chapter. I’ve been (re)watching Darkwing Duck on Disney Plus. Forgot how good it was. And so, now I’m writing fanfiction. This is set somewhere just after that episode where Darkwing goes to the Negaverse (Life, the Negaverse, and Everything). Basically I just wanted to get the two Launchpad’s together in the same universe and see what happens.

I’ve already started posting this on fanfiction.net, but wasn’t seeing much action over there. But seeing as I’m booting back up the tumblr, its coming over here now. I’ll post the other chapters soon.

Read chapter 2

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mikenewtonhateblog · 4 years

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My oc’s aka too long of a gd post

The “BL” Crew (does not stand for boys love I’m just a moron who made that abbreviation before knowing what it stands for). My main crew and main series, a lot is a big WIP right now as I’m slowly redoing the first book and all the lore. Why? I love torture. Book is fantasy type but I won’t specify what.

Lacie, the protagonist. God tier idiot, bisexual bipolar depressed MESS, insomniac, former theater kid, doesn’t know what she wants out of life but currently it is not This(plot of book). Hot headed, impulsive, crude, rude, Mommy IssuesTM, would rather be taking a nap right now, rules are made to be broken, absolutely fucking FERAL, more bags under her eyes than the airport lost and found. 5’5, 130lbs, Aries, age 18, white as shit like literally the whitest human you have ever seen, strawberry blonde hair in a 2011 Hayley Willaims haircut with long bangs, the darkest brown eyes you’ve ever seen that stare directly into your soul. Lanky, no curves, body of a 12 year old boy but works out so she can and will kick your ass and thats a threat. Not human?

Josh. Soft boy, smart, Lacie’s cousin and only friend for like the first 18 years of her life, autistic anxious mess who’s special interest is anchient egyptian history, is in honors classes, despises math, passes out when his girlfriend looks too cute, just needs a hug. Can eat a whole carton of easy mac if left alone, whole wardobe is the same outfit just different colors/hoodies, sensory issues, seriously can someone give this guy a hug. 5’9, 150lbs, Pisces, age 18, mixed (half whatever flavor of white Lacie’s family is [they don’t even know its just some scandanavian shit and irish], and half mexican on his mom’s side), medium olive skin with freckles and moles, dark chocolate brown hair that’s a bit of a 2009 Beiber cut, warm brown eyes, not beefy, a lil thicc and self concious about it but squishy boys are GOOD. Gets bit by a werewolf so now he is one his mood on it is “thats a lot to unpack but let’s just throw the whole suitcase away”.

Zander. There is not one braincell in this man, himbo KING, pansexual dumbass with undiagnosed ADHD, no impulse control, head empty and full at the same time, PTSD, his fashion sense should be an actual crime, gets in fights to feel something, basic requirements for him to be attracted to you: kick his ass. Drinks his respect women juice, sees a folding table and must immediately launch himself on it, chaotic, cannot drive a car and will not, food aggression and eats enough for 3 people but never gains weight which is ILLEGAL, him and Lacie may be a couple.....but in this house we stan slow burn, he talks in caps and every sentence either ends with a question mark or exclaimation point, likes romcoms. 6’2, 190lbs, Sagittarius, age 19, austrailian roots and has the accent but is from [REDACTED FOR STORY REASONS], white, dorito shaped with long legs, blueish black hair that’s long and messy, dark navy eyes that match his hair, bigass neck scar from [REDACTED]. Not human

Peter. Gay dad friend who is TIRED of having to be in charge of a bunch of teenagers, only one with full functioning braincells, lowkey a genius who loves engineering, mixes magical technology with human technology because he likes to play god, is he ever sober? No one knows, will kill for a bottle of single malt, his fashion sense? Tastefully expensive suits perfectly tailored. Likes building his own weapons that no one else knows how to even use, generally non-threatening but can get scary if needed. 6’4, 140lbs string bean man, Scorpio, age 179 but looks early 30s, I know I said Lacie is the whitest human but he’s even paler like a literal sheet of paper with scandanavian roots/ancestors were vikings or some shit, blonde hair styled like 2013 Brendon Urie lmfao, light crystal blue eyes. He’s a vampire and was born one.

Danielle. Tiny, sweet, queen of girls supporting girls, comments on all her friends instagram posts with 20 emojis, LOVES fashion and has a wardrobe that would make anyone jealous, oozes feminine energy, only child and parents are in love still, gets exactly 8 hours of sleep each night and wakes up looking like a disney princess. Just because she is small and cute doesn’t mean you should underestimate her she WILL fuck your shit up. Quiet when angey which is terrifying. Josh is her bf and she loves him so much but also loves teashing the shit out of him. Legally cannot cuss, polite, used her high heels as a weapon once, speaks like 5 languages because studying them is her hobby, gardens, hugs everyone. 5’0, 110, Taurus, age 18, mixed (half french-american, half Korean-american), glowy skin always, PETITE frame aka the friend everyone can pick up when they hug, long past her waist curly brown hair, bright green eyes. She’s not fully human as she has fae blood in her and this gives her the ability to talk to and control plants. Flower crowns for everyone

Becca. Theater kid who would die to sing in Wicked and has the vocal range to do so, cannot wait to graduate and go to her dream college which she got into and a scholarship, closeted lesbian bc her whole giant family is extremely catholic and she feels like not dealing with it, “no boys allowed in bedroom” rule is her favorite joke, chill, middle child of 5 siblings and just wants some peace and quiet for ONCE. Her fashion sense is “I’m dropping subtle hints I’m gay but only to other gays”, has a black belt and took self defense classes. 5’6, 145lbs, Virgo, age 18, Latina (cuban and mexican mix), darker brown skin with light freckles over her nose, athletic build, eyebrows on POINT, bright caramel eyes, short light brown hair cut in a bob, has a tiny nose stud, always wears a blue friendship bracelet her gf made her. Human

Anika. Calling her a bitch/slut is a compliment, bisexual, a bit of a mean girl but she grows out of it give her time!!! Is always Too Much, the horny friend, favorite color is red so thats almost all of her outfits, loves to show off her body as much as she can because she’s hot and knows it and thrives in her own confidence. Her mom is literally like Regina George’s mom from Mean Girls but married a rich man 20 years older than her, Anika doesn’t know her bio dad but thats fine neither does her mom and her step dad is nice and does his best to be a dad. Becca’s gf, always hanging out at her home so Becca can get some quiet because Anika’s an only child and has a pool. 5’9, 135lbs, Gemini, age 18, white, long layered dark reddish brown hair, teal-blue eyes, swimmers body type (I normally do not mention bust size but she would want the internet to know she was blessed with big bahoogles so there you go), can sprint in heels. Half mermaid (boy was that a surprise considering her mom doesn’t know who her father is LOL)

Rex. Nb uses they/them he/him pronouns but honestly will respond to any, goth lite, only attracted to men and ace, can read minds so knows all your secrets, mischevious little shit, great friends with Zander and enjoys his dumbass thoughts and that he’s basically a human version of Jackass, wears too many rings, goth boots for kicking and fashion babey, always has the freshest memes and will not hesitate to roast in the group chat, hangs with the girls most of the time. Chaos god who loves making art, be gay do crime, skateboard and spraypaint. 5’8”, 165lbs, Leo, age 18, Native American, masculine frame, dark brown skin, blue eyes, firetruck red shoulder length hair that’s usually in a ponytail, knock-off gucci sunglasses just for judging their friends. Has magic in their blood so not entirely human and can cast spells and shit (don’t roast me its a wip and I’m doing my research)

Sam. Boho goddess, aromantic, makeup and nails are always instagram worthy, quiet and stoic type but losens up around close friends, Rex is her best friend, has some trauma and doesn’t want to talk about it, emotionally numbed out a bit and wants to purely vibe. Has seen some of the worst parts of humanity and wishes she hadn’t, finds no point in being bitter or resentful though because that won’t change anything, loves cats and once she moves out shes adopting one or three. Has wine aunt energy. 5’4, 200lbs PLUS SIZE QUEEN, Scorpio, age 18, Filipino (her parents are immigrants fun fact!), really olive skin sometimes has a grey/green tinge to it, dark brown almost black shoulder length hair, gold-hazel eyes. Sam’s the victim of a family curse that requires her to consume human hearts to survive, she can transform into a pretty scary looking being and uses this curse to hunt down pedoph*les, r*pists, murderers, and abusers. The less often she feeds the less human she looks, hence the constant grey/green tinge to her skin.

Andy. Baby of the group, must be protected at all costs, 100% didn’t sign up to be in a friendgroup of 90% monsters but highkey loves it, trans, bi, anxiety MAXED, just wants to draw comics and cosplay spiderman, has to babysit his two younger sisters a lot because his parents are....not great, and as a result now knows all the lines to Tangled and The Little Mermaid. Big nerd energy, has to draw on everything including homework, gets inspiration for comics from his friends, awkward and socially anxious, drinks way too much tea and will accidentally steal your pens. Fears include: crowds, thunder, tall angry men, tiny spaces. Just trying his best. 5’2, 100lbs BEANPOLE BOY, Leo, age 16, white (irish and scottish roots), freckles absolutely EVERYWHERE, orangey red hair thats in desperate need of a haircut, chocolate brown eyes, braces, chronic nail biter. Human and kinda wishes he wasn’t.

That’s it for now if you read all this bless u thank u here is my whole heart. Please no discourse, literally these are fictional people I’ll never publish the books they go to.

#no i am not looking for critiques on them #i get my critiques elsewhere lmao #my ocs

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alwaysahiccupandastrid · 5 years

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(Some of) My Favourite Quotes from the How To Train Your Dragon movies

“This is Berk.”

“There’s Fishlegs, Snotlout, the Twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut, and...*voice crack* Astrid. *cue heart eyes*”

"You sir, are playing a dangerous game. Keeping this much raw... Viking-ness... contained?! THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES!" // “I’ll take my chances.”

"Well, between you and me, the village could do with a little less feeding, don't you think?"

“Excuse me, barmaid! I’m afraid you’ve brought me the wrong offspring - I ordered an extra large boy with beefy arms, extra guts and glory on the side! This here? This is a talking fish bone!”

"It's not so much what you look like, it's what's inside that he can't stand."

“You need to stop all...this.” // “You just pointed to all of me.” // “Yes, that’s it! Stop being all of you.”

"Oh, the gods hate me. Some people lose their knife, or their mug. No, not me. I manage to lose an ENTIRE DRAGON?!"

"Oh, man! I should've gone first! 'Cause I was thinking, you know, we have a surplus of dragon-fighting Vikings, but do we have enough... Bread-making Vikings? Or small-home-repair Vikings?"

"Yeah, it's only fun if you get a scar out of it."

“Yeah, no kidding, right? Pain, love it."

“What’s the first thing you’re going to need?” // “A doctor?!?”

“Get back to bed, ya overgrown sausage!”

"Toothless? I could've sworn you had... teeth."

“Ha! It’s like the size of my- AHHHH!”

“I AM HURT, VERY MUCH HURT!”

"Everything we know about you guys is wrong."

“SON OF A HALF TROLL, RAT EATING MUNGE BUCKET!”

"Uh, you're right, you're right, you're right. I'm through with the lies. I've been making... outfits. So, you got me. It's time everyone knew. Drag me back. Go ahead. Here we go."

"OW! Why would you DO that?!"

"That's for the lies! And that's... [Drops the butt of her axe on Hiccup's groin]... for everything else!"

“Da-da-da, we’re dead!”

“And now the spinning. Thank you for nothing, you useless reptile.”

[Punches Hiccup] "That's for kidnapping me... [Kisses him on the cheek] That's for everything else."

“They’ve killed hundreds of us-!” // “And we’ve killed thousands of them!”

“You’re not a Viking. You’re not my son.”

“Three hundred years and I’m the first Viking who wouldn’t kill a dragon.” // “...First to ride one though.”

“I wouldn’t kill him because he looked as frightened as I was...I looked at him, and I saw myself.”

“So? What are you gonna do?”

“I knew it. I’m dead.”

“That’s for scaring me!” // “What, is it always going to be this way, this-?!” // *kisses him* // “I...could get used to it.”

“THAT’S MY FUTURE DAUGHTER IN LAW!!!”

"Oh, what? You want an apology? Is that why you're pouting, big baby-poo?"

"Well try this on! [hugs him, tries to wrestle with him] Oh, you feeling it yet? Huh? Picking up on all of my heartfelt remorse?"

“He's down! Oh, and it's ugly! Dragons and Vikings, enemies again! Locked in combat to the bitter--[Toothless pins Hiccup] --AAHHHhhhh..."

[After Toothless licks him] "You KNOW that doesn't wash out!"

"So, what should we name it?" [Toothless scratches his armpit] "Itchy Armpit it is."

“Son, we need to talk!-“ // “Not now, dad, I’ve got a whole day of goofing off to get started.”

“What you’re searching for isn’t out there, Hiccup - it’s in here. Maybe you just don’t see it yet.”

(Slow motion) “Oh my 😏 me likey... take me...!”

"I don't know. It's kind of hard to wrap my head around, to be frank. It's not everyday you find out your mother is some kind of... crazy, feral, vigilante dragon lady." // “Well...at least I’m not boring!”

“...he got me back. Right, bud? You couldn't save all of me, could you? You just had to make it even. So,..peg leg!”

"Never take a toy from a dragon. Don't you know anything?"

“This is why I never married - this, and one other reason.”

“You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you.”

"That's your mother?" // “Well, now you see where I get my dramatic flair!"

“May the Valkyries welcome you and lead you through Odin's great battlefield. May they sing your name with love and fury, so that we might hear it rise from the depths of Valhalla and know that you've taken your rightful place at the table of kings. For a great man has fallen: A warrior. A chieftain. A father. A friend.

“He always said you’d become the strongest of them all - and he was right.”

“You have the heart of a Chief and the soul of a dragon”

“A Chief protects his own.”

“It wasn’t your fault, bud...they made you do it...please, you’re my best friend...my best friend.”

"Yeah! Take 'em down, babe!"

“Now do you get it? This is what it is to earn a dragons loyalty!”

“He’s challenging the Alpha!” // “To protect you!”

“See..I told you it was in here.” (Punches his suit, making his wings sprout up)

“The Chief has come home!”

"This is Berk. A bit trampled and busted and covered in ice, but it's home. It's our home. Those who attacked us, are relentless, and crazy. But those who stopped them, oh, even more so! We may be small in numbers, but we stand for something bigger than anything the world can pin against us. We are the voice of peace, and bit by bit, we will change this world. You see, we have something they don't. Oh, sure, they have armies, and they have armadas. But we... we have... OUR DRAGONS!”

“Ohhh I know you’re a demon, no human legs are that skinny!”

“That’s really just a nitwit who forgot to fire proof his butt.”

“Astrid, I had him right where I wanted him.” // “And now he’s right where I wanted him.”

“I thought this was supposed to be a stealth mission?” // “Yeah, they always start that way.”

“Mmm, gorg-e-ousss...Watch the hair!”

“Hang up those saddles and get married.” // Tuffnut: “The M word.” // Ruffnut: “Gross. Unless it’s me.”

“Marry him, please. You’re the only one with any sense around here. With you wearing the pants, there’s still hope.” “Wow, Gobber! Not awkward at all!”

“Hiccup...this is Berk, son. It’s our home.”

“Even Night Furies?” // “Especially Night Furies.” // “Those are scary!”

“Well, we could just take Gobber’s advice and tie the knot. That should fix everything! But hey, if you’re having doubts about yours truly, I’m sure Snotlout is still available.” // “He only has eyes for your mom.” // “OH, playing dirty now, huh?” // “You asked for it...looks like there might be a wedding after all...”

“Okay okay; you win! You always win!” // “You knew what you were getting into.” // “Uh-huh, right.”

“It’s more like a Bright Fury-.” // “A Light Fury!” // “...Yeah, yours is better, probably...”

“Bud, what’s gotten into you? What is all this slobbering and panting?” // “Isn’t it obvious? He’s in love!” // “Trust me, relationships are nothing but pain and misery. (*Astrid lightly hits him*) Ow... What did I just say?!”

“Show these nay sayers, of which there are many, that you are more than just a malnourished runt with bad hair, strange teeth and a twig for a neck.” // “You're-you're really bad at pep talks.”

“I'll give him a piece of my mind. And by mind, I mean fist!”

“Did you miss the part where we almost died? Have you seen my house?”

“Look, I know this is our home - my father left me to protect it. But Berk is more than this place. WE are Berk! The people, the dragons! I say Berk is wherever we go!”

“We have to fight for their freedom.”

“Furies mate for life, you see.”

“Ah don’t mind him - it’s not your fault you have the body of a Norse God. I myself have that same problem.” (Tries to flex, back cracks painfully)

“Who died and made you Chief?” (*everyone groans/Gothi hits him*)

“Can we lose the whole honking goose thing? It’s hard to imagine wedded bliss with that going off every minute.”

“I’ll go with you, for protection-.” // “(quickly) NO...(pause)...you’re far too important here.”

“Oh, now you can draw!”

“Save it for your girlfriend! Go on, get out of here!”

“About that leg...lose the limp, no ones gonna marry that.” // “I have a prosthetic leg!” // “Yeah, and I have a parasitic twin but you don’t see me limping around about it!”

“I feel like how Ruffnut feels every day: dumb.”

“Odin be spanked!”

“I try to avoid looking at her because she gives me acid reflux.”

“If they’re stuck with Ruffnut, I’m more worried about them.”

“I know what you're thinking. You've never had a prisoner this hot.”

“Oops, you let the dragons out! They’re gonna get you, no this ones gonna get you...!”

“Now that’s a king.”

“Dad? Are you gonna get us a new mom?” // “I don’t want another. Your mum was the only woman for me. She was the love of my life. But with love comes loss, son. It’s part of the deal. Sometimes it hurts, but in the end, it’s all worth it. There’s no greater gift than love.”

“Well, you’re right. You’re back to where you started. But I was the first to believe in you, and I have watched you doubt whether you’re worthy ever since. I am the person I am today because of you. I never told you that but it’s true. You’re the bravest, most stubborn, determined knucklehead I know. Toothless didn’t give you that, Hiccup. He just made it...” // “Easier.”

“So what are you gonna do about it?” // “Probably something stupid.” // “That’s the Hiccup I know.”

“You’re right, bud. It’s time. I was so busy fighting for a world that I wanted, I didn’t think about what you needed. You’ve looked after us for long enough. Time to look after yourselves.”

“Oh, Stormfly...my good girl.”

“So long...you big ugly beast. I’ll miss you.”

“Go on, bud. Lead them to the Hidden World. You’ll be safe there. Safer than you could ever be with me. It’s okay. I love you too. And I want you to be free. Our world doesn’t deserve you. Yet.”

“Go, Toothless...Go.”

“There were dragons when I was a boy. Ah, there were great, grim sky dragons that nested on the clifftops like gigantic, scary birds. Little, brown, scuttly dragons that hunted down the mice and rats in well-organized packs. Preposterously huge sea dragons that were twenty times as big as the big blue whale. Some say they crawled back into the sea, leaving not a bone nor a fang for men to remember them by. Others say they were nothing but folktales to begin with. I’m okay with that.”

“He’s not going to eat your father!”

“Legend says that when the ground quakes, or lava spews from the earth, it’s the dragons, letting us know they’re still here, waiting for us to figure out how to get along. Yes, the world believes the dragons are gone, if they ever existed at all. But we Berkians, we know otherwise. And we’ll guard this secret until the time comes when dragons can return in peace.”

#i wish i could put the entire scripts of all three films tbh #httyd #how to train your dragon #httyd 3 #how to train your dragon 3 #httyd 2 #how to train your dragon 2 #hiccup horrendous haddock iii #hiccup haddock #astrid hofferson #hiccstrid #snotlout jorgenson #valka haddock #stoick the vast #stoick haddock #ruffnut thorston #tuffnut thorston #quotes #fishlegs ingerman

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shes-claws-deep · 5 years

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Caster Cu - Come and Claim Me

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"You want me? Come and claim me," Cu proclaims as he holds his staff aloft, a smirk on his face and a harmless rune bubbling beneath his feet.

"Don't bite off more than you can chew, Cu Chulainn." You glower at him and snuff out the rune with a flick of your wrist, expending some measure of mana to extinguish the Caster's spell. "You don't know what you're getting in for."

The Hound tilts his head down and lets shadows play across his chiselled, handsome features, his gaze smouldering at you as his smirk turns toothy. "I think it's you who might be in over your head. You think you can collar the Hound of Chulainn?"

Now, it all sounds rather serious, doesn't it? But it all began with a simple question of things that Cu would rather not do in bed. One thing he mentioned he doesn't like but would be willing to try, is being collared. Seeing his Alter self with that invisible chain, the connection with his namesake, it doesn't quite hold the best connotation for him. But seeing you lust over images of men in collars have made him rethink his decision. Seeing you go hazy-eyed and grin at men who wear nothing but collars around their throats. The thought of you looking at him like that. That's what makes him want to try it. But as always, Cu refuses to go down without a fight. You're his Master, so act like it.

You match his smirk with one of your own, striding towards him with deliberate steps. Backing him up bit by bit until he bumps roughly into the wall, trapping him so that you can draw so close that you're but a hair's breadth away. "Do I think I can collar the Hound of Chulainn?" You murmur quietly, lips brushing against his like the wings of a butterfly. As his lashes flutter and his chest heaves with quick breaths, you grin and hiss, "I know I can."

Without another word, you smash your lips onto his. Seizing his mouth in a harsh kiss that takes his breath away, that makes him melt under you and your hands that snake up into his long hair. Hands that ball up those silky blue locks, that strain deliciously at his scalp until he's groaning lustfully into your mouth, his own hands dropping his staff and going to your hips. The clatter of wood is summarily ignored as you tug him down, making him widen his stance until you can press yourself between his legs and support him as his knees go weak.

"A-ah," he moans against your lips. "So rough, Master?"

"What, complaining already?"

Cu opens his mouth, about to do just that when you start clawing at his belt and his clothes, almost tearing at them. "Hey, my clothes!"

"Get rid of them or lose them, Cu," you growl, managing to take his belt off and wind it up in your hands before the rest of his robes disappear. "That's a good boy."

It should be condescending. It should be degrading to be referred to like a dog, to be praised like a pet that pleased his master. Though you *are* his Master, just...not that kind of Master. At least not yet. And yet Cu shivers in delight and blushes, his throat bobbing as you press further into him while calling him a good boy. Impossibly, he melts into your touch when you tangle your fingers into his long hair, tilting his head so that you can claim his lips again.

What was possibly just seconds feel like long minutes, hours, maybe even days, with your lips still locked with the Child of Light's. You suck at his bottom lip, licking at the inside of his mouth, coaxing his tongue into your mouth so you can suckle at the slick appendage like you would his cock. Ladies man that he is, Cu knows it all too well and groans gutturally. He rocks his hips and curls his beefy arms around you, a warm hand even landing on the nape of your neck to keep you close.

Although you loathe breaking the kiss, you part from him with a slick sound and leave his tongue hanging out like the dog he is. "What were you saying about claiming, Cu?" you purr, scratching at his scalp and neck until he groans and closes his eyes.

The blue haired caster pants and digs his nails into your neck, gathering up the shreds of his senses and finally manages to smirk defiantly at you. "I said," he growls, pushing you away and lowering his stance as though preparing to charge you. "If you want me, come and claim me." And then he proceeds to tackle you onto the bed as gently, yet roughly, as possible. The breathless wheeze from your lips shouldn't sound erotic, yet it is, urging Cu to pin you to the bed with body and hands, his face hovering above yours.

Not one to give in so quickly, you growl and utilise a draining spell, one that works well enough to make Cu hiss and let up enough that you can bowl him over and sit on his chest.

Infuriatingly, he just smirks up at you and huffs, "Getting serious now, huh? A draining spell, that's clever."

"I don't turn down challenges, Cu, you know this." Tossing your hair back, you shimmy up until you've pinned his arms down with your legs, knees stretched over his wide chest but doing its job as he can only squirm under your weight. You reach down, belt in one hand, and palm at the side of his neck carefully. You're not quite sure how he'll react to you trying to wind the belt around his neck.

Cu stills, those brilliant crimson eyes boring into yours. He feels your warm palm press gently against his pulse and finds that it's not fear that stills him, but arousal and no small measure of comfort. Your hand around his neck is far different from any friend or foe's and he'd be a fool to turn away something that you truly want. Horndog though he is, he is still your Servant out of his own free will. So he nods almost imperceptibly, the shift so small that he thought you'd miss it.

Ah, but the Hound should know better than to think you'd miss such an important gesture. With a grin, you snap the belt between your hands and slip it around his throat. Once, twice, the soft white leather contrasting against his beautiful skin. You're careful not to wind it too tight, just enough that he feels its presence and nothing more, leaving just enough on the end for you to hold like a leash. You grin and purr down at him, teeth sinking into your lip as you tip his chin up so you can admire how he looks with that band of leather around his throat.

You really should get a custom one made for him. He'd look so good with your name danging from the front of his collar. "Mmm, Cu, you look so pretty like this," you growl, curling inwards so that you can kiss him on the lips, nipping and getting nipped in return while your hands tug and pull at his long hair. Truly, with his silky blue locks pooling under his head and streaming in all directions, his shuttered red eyes, the pretty flush on his face, the white makeshift collar around his neck, his bare chest heaving under your weight. Fuck, you're just itching to mess him up. "So handsome. A pretty, delicious, good boy."

Cu shivers under you and bites his own lip, his hands coming up to circle around your ankles. His strength is evident even in his lax grip, his hands so big they shackle your joints loosely. And even now, even with his cock bouncing against his belly, his precum pooling on his navel, and his head feeling light and airy, Cu refuses to go down without mouthing off. "Just because you've got a collar around my neck don't mean a thing, you know?"

"I know." You have a glint in your eyes that make him grin. "But this will." Shifting quickly on your knees, you whirl around so you're facing the other way, but this time you plant your ass right on his face. "This will keep you quiet while I work."

Cu groans when your covered pussy presses hard against his face. "At least take your clothes off!"

"Why do it myself when I have someone to do it for me?" You lift yourself up high enough to shoot him a grin before you plop down again, reaching forth to grab his very pretty cock. Now you know why Medb is falling all over herself just to get at this dick. It's absolutely perfect. Thick enough that it fills your grip, long enough to ensure you'll feel it within your depths, and curved enough to make your mouth water. Yes, it-

Riiiip.

Cu seems to have taken your orders seriously, ripping your clothes off your bottom half without even shifting you off his face. Your panties shred under his hands like tissue paper, snapping against your butt and causing it to bounce before his eyes. Gods, fuck, he just wants to - well, there's nothing stopping him from doing it now, is there? He turns his head and sinks his teeth into your inner thigh, biting and nipping and licking until he makes his way to your pretty, soaked cunt, seizing it in his mouth in one go. Guess his big mouth is useful for something after all.

On your end, you're struggling to maintain focus on his cock, what with his mouth eagerly feasting on your pussy. You're just barely able to get his head in your mouth, your jaw dropping and lips stretching to fit his girth inside you. Oh boy, you're gonna fucking enjoy having him inside you. His musk is thick and heady on your tongue, his pubic hair brushing your chin and your nose pressing against his balls as you gather it up in one hand. The lead to his makeshift collar is still gripped in your other hand, tugging tightly and ensuring that he feels the pressure of the leather against him.

Soon enough, though, his mouth does its job too well and you cum on his lips, shrieking his name and letting it taper off into a loud moan as you shake and tremble on his face. Your thighs are aching just the slightest at having clenched so hard around his broad chest, your inner thighs stinging with the aftermath of his bites. With your forehead planted on his muscled hip, you take a moment to gather your senses before you sit up and check on your caster.

Cu blinks up at the sudden light and grimaces at the satisfied look on your face. "Master, you're not going to leave me like this, are you?"

Fuck, you love how he always calls you Master, how his accent curls around the word. In answer to his plea, you don't say a word but you grin, tapping his chin with a hand as you shuffle your way forward to his hips, still facing the other direction.

"Master?" The tinge of hope in his voice can't be missed.

"Don't worry, pretty Cu, I won't let you suffer." Then you turn your head so you can speak to him over your shoulder, his leash having tugged him upright behind you. "After all, I'm not done claiming you yet." At that, you angle his cock against your folds and sink right down, your orgasm having helped relax you and lube you up just for his moment.

Cu moans loudly into your ear, his arms coming up to wrap around your body and heft your breasts up. His callouses rasp against your nipples and your skin as he caresses you almost feverishly, his chest flush against your back from how tightly you're holding his lead. His cock, just like you imagined, fits you perfectly and jabs right into that one spot that you love, stretching you wide enough that you have to stop once his balls rest against your clit.

"Oh fuck! Your cock is so big, Cu, my good boy has such a perfect cock," you whimper and reach back to grab at his head and hair, letting his lead fall over your shoulder and rest between your breasts. "Move, Cu, move those hips!"

"Nnngh, Master, fuck yeah!" Cu groans gutturally and moves his hands to your hips and waist instead, helping you bounce on top of him while he uses those thick, muscular thighs to pound into you from below. For the longest time, all that filled the air were the slaps of his hips against your ass, the slick sounds of his cock sliding into you time and again, and the heavy pants of you both as you fuck each other stupid.

But it is when he slides a hand to your clit and starts rubbing it just right, rubbing it just the way you like so well that you swear he must've spied on you, that you start to tighten up and yelp. "Oh! Oh shit! O-" You grit your teeth and use your handful of Cu's hair to jerk him over your shoulder, to make him come closer so you can kiss him. "Cu! Cu Chulainn, who do you-who do you belong to!"

Cu Chulainn, the Hound of Chulainn, Ireland's Child of Light, bares his teeth and growls into your lips. "I belong to you, Master!" He clamps his hand on your hip, quickens his pace on your clit, and fucks you so hard your breath actually hitches from the force. "I'm yours, Master!"

That's enough to send you over the edge a second time and you throw your head back on his broad shoulder, mouth agape in a silent scream as you cum hard on his still thrusting cock. Cu doesn't last much longer. Already having ridden the edge for what seems like forever, he holds you tight and actually gets to his feet, using his entire body weight to fuck you hard and fast in an erratic rhythm until he cums. He groans your name out loud, drool slipping down his lips and smearing over your shoulder as he kisses it feverishly. With his arms, he holds you tight and shoves so hard into you that you yelp, scrambling in his hold and gasping that you can feel him in your stomach.

His hips shake, his thighs tremble, and Cu carefully eases himself back so he's sitting on the bed with you in his lap, still joined intimately. You gasp and pant in his hold, his lead now firmly in your grasp and his head on your shoulder.

Once you catch your breath, you curl an arm around his neck and scratch behind his ear. "I'll get you a real collar next time."

Cu grins and nuzzles close. "Just don't get something like 'Property of Master' embossed it in, alright? I get enough shit from the others about being a dog."

Now there's an idea.

#fate grand order #fate series #caster cu chulainn #dom!reader #sub!cu #sub!cu chulainn #ficlet #lemon #collar and leash #banter #cu chulainn

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patricianandclerk · 5 years

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Sometime

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Pteppicymon XXVIII stirred in his bed, squinting into the deep, velvet darkness of his bedroom. He was very frustrated. It was a freezing winter’s night in Ankh-Morpork, and he had lain in his bed shivering, even with the fire lit and the door closed and a hot water bottle warming his belly: hours had ticked by before he had finally gotten to sleep, and now?

A noise had woken him up.

Young Assassins had their own bedrooms. It was simply easier than dormitories, in the scheme of things: although in recent years, the tendency of the students and guild members to murder one another in their beds had faded somewhat under the capable command of Doctor Cruces, and then especially under Lord Downey, one still liked to avoid the mess and bother of schoolboy pranks.

It hardly mattered whether it was a pool of blood or a pool of something more embarrassing, intended to humiliate: it was best to keep these things to individual rooms, rather than allowing them to happen in a dormitory, where many people might be disturbed from their sleep at once.

“Hm?” Teppic asked the darkness, sleepily.

“Dreadfully cold, my boy,” said the voice of Chidder, somewhat close to Teppic’s bed, and Teppic groaned, dropping his head back onto his pillow and huddling in his blankets. It was cold. It had taken him ages to get to sleep, even in the thick flannel of his pyjamas, which had actually been a gift from Chidder this Hogswatch[1], and the thick fur blanket.

“Go away,” Teppic grumbled.

“No,” Chidder said, and Teppic felt the mattress shift as Chidder slipped into the bed beside him. Six years being schooled alongside Chidder had left Teppic somewhat used to his self-confidence even in the most bizarre behaviour, but this was a bit beyond the pale.

“Chidder!”

“Gods, you’re warm,” Chidder said into Teppic’s hair, his chest – which was broader and, Teppic had noticed in recent months, somewhat hairier than Teppic’s own – pressing up against Teppic’s back, and one of his arms drawing tightly around Teppic’s own chest. Teppic almost struggled, but then he took a moment’s pause. Chidder was quite warm himself, actually. His body, beefy and heavy like a tom cat’s, even as it retained a wiry grace, was different to Teppic’s own, which was leaner, and more compact. Even if Teppic was taller[2], Chidder was bigger, and, apparently, a good deal better at retaining some of the heat in that big body of his. “Are you wearing your socks?”

“I was cold,” Teppic mumbled.

“Yeah, but can you sleep like that, Tep?”

“I managed it before you woke me up, didn’t I?” Teppic demanded, his voice a bit sharper than he meant for it to be, but he let his hand touch against Chidder’s arm where it wrapped around him, feeling the hair that grew there. Chidder was hairy. The royal family of Djelibeybi, of course, had body hair, but it was much sparser and lighter, and Teppic only grew thick patches of it at his crotch, on his head, and a little in his armpits, but Chidder? Chidder was like a bear. He was only going to get hairier, he had said to Arthur when the other boy had brought it up in the school sauna, but Teppic hardly knew how: touching his arm, now, he felt a veritable forest of surprisingly soft hair along Chidder’s arm.

“Kick ‘em off,” Chidder murmured. His breath was hot on the back of Teppic’s neck.

“I’ll kick you off,” Teppic said.

“Well, you haven’t yet,” Chidder pointed out, but his retort was playful in tone, and Teppic caught his toe in the ankle of the sock, reluctantly dragging it off. “You can put it against my calf.”

“I’m not having a calf in the bed as well,” Teppic muttered, even as he did so, and sighed at the warmth of Chidder’s hirsutely carpeted leg, radiating through his sole and making his freezing toes sting with abrupt heat.

“Just a kid then,” Chidder murmured, and Teppic heard his smug little laugh as Teppic shoved both his feet up against Chidder’s calves, shoving up his pyjama bottoms in order to reach. “Feeling warmer?”

“Mmm,” Teppic hummed, his eye closing, and he let his fingers curve around Chidder’s wrist. It occurred to him, in that lazy and yet utterly comprehensive way ideas sometimes do, when one is half-asleep, that this was very unusual. It was, perhaps, even a dream, although Teppic wasn’t sure about that: Chidder’s body felt far too wonderfully warm against his own, and he didn’t know that he’d make it quite so pleasant, were he dreaming it up. Young men weren’t meant to warm the beds of princes – not to actually warm them, anyway—

The thought zapped Teppic somewhat awake, and he coughed.

“I’ve been thinking,” Chidder said.

“That’s novel,” Teppic said.

“Naughty,” Chidder purred in his ear, squeezing him across his chest, and Teppic felt a strangely electric heat run down his spine. “No, no, I’ve been thinking, Tep. We should have sex.”

There was a long pause as Teppic took this in, wide-eyed in the darkness, very, very aware of Chidder’s size, his even breathing, his warmth. “Now?” he asked, finally.

“No, not now,” Chidder murmured, nosing against the back of his ear and making Teppic’s eyes flutter shut. Teppic thought of Chidder, going home with girls – going home with women – at dances, charming them, being charming— “It’s far too cold for that sort of thing, Tep. I’d need to undress you, and then get you all wet and slippery to play with. You’d freeze, afterward.”

The words wet and slippery, not heretofore words that had been filed under “sexually appealing” in Teppic’s mind, were now blaring as if the words had been written in fire on the inside of his skull – and, quite possibly, on the inside of his belly, where another blaze was coming abruptly to life.

“But… sometime,” Chidder said.

The cogs that made up Teppic’s mind had been somewhat overlubricated by Chidder’s warm voice in his ear, and were struggling with logical thought, in the moment. Visions of Chidder in various situations wet and/or slippery were making themselves known to him in ways they had never done before, and Chidder was rather rudely taking the place of men and women who, in previous fantasies, had been quite faceless.

“Is this, er,” Teppic began, his tongue feeling clumsy, fat, and stupid behind his teeth, “sort of thing, where you want to teach me how to be seductive? As a… a skill, or something?”

“Not really,” Chidder said, his tone musing. “I just thought it might be rather fun. Besides, I hear it’s rather nice, when you do it with someone you actually love.”

“Love?” Teppic repeated, his voice somewhat choked.

“Well,” Chidder adjusted, not sounding bothered at all, his confidence never faltering, “I suppose love is the wrong word… but I rather like you, at times. I think I could come to like you quite a bit more, lying down.”

“I’m not feeling very seduced, Chidder,” Teppic said, surprised by the affront in his own tone.

“Whatever do I want to seduce you for?”

“To have sex with me! It’s all very well seducing women, Chiddy, but I’m rather offended if you don’t think I’m worth the effort, and you can just swan into my bed, all warm, and propose sex as if you’re asking me to lend you a fiver.”

“Would you lend me a fiver?” Chidder asked, sounding amused, and Teppic elbowed him in his flat – but comparatively soft, not like Teppic’s, which was very hard indeed – stomach. Chidder grunted in pain. “You’re not a woman, Teppic,” he said reproachfully.

“No, I’m a prince,” Teppic retorted. “I shan’t just be— Just be, sort of, had.”

“Well, you’re not having me,” Chidder said. “I’m bigger than you.”

“What? That’s not what I meant,” Teppic said, feeling a hot flush burn in his cheeks. He knew, of course, how it worked, theoretically, but he’d never put much thought into the practicality of it… And he’d be damned if he’d allow such thoughts to distract him now. “No, I meant— I shall be seduced, Chidder, if it’s all the same to you.”

Chidder exhaled against the back of his neck, and then wriggled closer, nosing past the locks of Teppic’s hair, although he was, frankly, getting rather frustrated with growing it out, and was rather close to cutting it all short again. He was especially amenable to that sort of prospect, if it meant Chidder’s mouth was going to drag against the small of his neck like that.

“Fine,” Chidder said, and kissed him there. “I’ll seduce you. Very demanding, for a prince.”

“Commanding.”

“Come, is it?”

Teppic snorted, and Chidder laughed, rich and honeyed against his hair, and then he went relaxed and quiet, pulling Teppic in against him. Teppic’s feet weren’t cold at all, anymore, and Chidder was very warm. He turned over in his place, and shoved Chidder onto his beck, so that he could use him as a pillow.

He was a very good pillow, and better than that, Chidder’s hand was stroking idly up and down Teppic’s back.

He was asleep a lot faster, this time around.

[1] He had informed Chidder that he didn’t celebrate the holiday, but Chidder had assured him, with his typical self-confidence, that that was hardly the point.

[2] Which, at the moment, he was, by almost a half inch!

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wall-krawler · 5 years

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Spidersona Week! Day 5: Archenemy (Minor ish spoilers)

“Every hero has an opposite. The yang to the yin. The antagonist to the protagonist. Basically the big bad pulling the strings behind the curtain. And even though I’m a newbie I was no exception to this universal rule.”

Marcus recalls the many times he’s gotten laid out by Peter’s original rogues galley. Electro fried his brains once, sandman got himself all cozy in Marcus’ boots, and even Mysterio gave a strong right hook with floating boxing gloves. But those were joke villains, they never actually tried to kill him until he met Tombstone...

“L. Thompson Lincoln. Pale skin, sharp teeth, and a strange taste for dark suits. He’s the white shark who runs illegal activities while playing dolphin with the press. He’s fooled the whole city with donations and forced smiles but they weren’t enough to fool me.”

Marcus had taken notes on the whispers he heard throughout the city. The goons too scared to say the name of the man they feared. It took multiple nights and a few torn up bars to figure out who was in control of the underground businesses. With Peter worrying about Fisk Marcus figured he’d take down Lincoln and prove his worth. If only he knew it wouldn’t be easy...

“With a name like Lonnie I thought he’d be easy pickings. A pale guy in a suit shouldn’t be able to handle someone with spider strength. But I learned the hard way that Lincoln didn’t enjoy playing games.”

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The penthouse was nice. Large open living room, a piano in the far corner, and expensive paintings hung all along the walls. Marcus expected something fancy but this wasn’t what he envisioned.

Scaling up the building was easy and getting inside the home was even easier. The window was simply unlocked, meaning Lincoln must feel pretty comfortable in his own home. But when Marcus though he’d gotten in without tipping anyone off the main doors slammed open to reveal two beefy guards. They wore matching suits and carried some type of batons. Apparently they were the sparking kind.

Marcus glared at them but easily avoided their random swings, using his lean body to slip through the gaps between themselves. But not wanting to fool around Marcus quickly grabbed one of the men and webbed his hands together before throwing him towards the ceiling, firing more webbing to keep him up there. As for the second guard Marcus flawlessly jumped over him just fire two more Web lines at their back. As he was coming down he used his momentum to pick the guard off his feet and harshly slammed him into his stomach, knocking him unconscious.

“I’m not here to put the kids to bed. I want to know where Lincoln is.” Marcus demanded the first guard after jumping to the ceiling to start questing the outmatched goon. But before the man could get a word out a more deeper but calm voice spoke up, drawing in Marcus’ attention.

“You know I do take appointments. I dislike making people search for me.” Lincoln walked out from a corner with a blank expression. Unlike the guards he wore a more sleeker and expensive black suit. The rings on his fingers shined as the light reflected off them. Even from on the ceiling Marcus could tell this man was tall.

Abandoning the webbed up guard Marcus dropped to the ground to crouch a few inches away from Lincoln. “Yeah, and I dislike having to chase goons down on a weekend but here I am.”

Lincoln’s expression didn’t change as Marcus sassed him. His patients was one of his best traits. “What do you want Spider-Man?”

“The thugs on the streets gave you up, they revealed the true crime lord you keep hidden behind those fancy suits.” The young hero tried to make himself sound older and intimidating but it wasn’t exactly working the way he wanted. Even as he stood up to face off against Lincoln he realized that being 5’10 wasn’t really that tall. “I want you to cut all ties with the criminal empire. Including ones with Wilson Fisk.”

Lincoln actually reacted to that in a subtle way. He raised an eyebrow, a bit surprised that Marcus would know about their secretive partnership.

“This is the only warning I’m giving you Shark Bait. Back off or I’ll take you down.” Marcus clenches his fists and steps closer, letting himself become fully serious.

Lincoln’s sharp teeth pop out as he clenches them together, a glare forming onto his face. “I’ve been called many things throughout the years,” he too steps forward which makes Marcus take a step back, “but my favorite is Tombstone.” And with that being said he lunges at Marcus!

Even with spider sense going off Marcus wasn’t quick enough to avoid the right hook that had him seeing stars. Even as he stumbles back two more hits blindside him enough for Tombstone to kick him across the room.

Landing on a couch Marcus eyes widen as he sees Tombstone lift the entire thing up just to throw him across the room again. Luckily though he springs off the furniture to go into a swing, sticking out both his legs to kick the larger foe. But instead Tombstone grabs both his legs out of mid swing and slams him against a wall, sending cracks trailing up it. Without wasting time Tombstone did it again but this time slamming the poor hero right on top of the piano.

“I’ve had tougher men threaten me. Every single one of them thought they could cap me.” Tombstone released his grip on Marcus to tower over him yet again, cracking his knuckles. “The only thing they had in common was how they perished by my hands.”

Marcus winces but gets the energy to fire a shot of webbing into Tombstone’s face, blinding him for a hot second. With a strong push he’s able to jump out of the dent his body created in the instrument and deliver a more successful double kick. Tombstone falls into a wall and Marcus uses the opportunity to get in a few of his own hits. He gets in one good hook and uppercut before Tombstone slams his head against Marcus’.

“You just don’t get it kid.” Tombstone rips the webbing from his face before delivering a ground pound on Marcus, dropping him onto all fours. “I’ve gone toe to toe with the real Spider-Man and he’s never defeated me.”

Marcus tries to throw a punch but it’s caught by Tombstone easily. He squeezes hard enough to cause the hero to yell out in pain but not enough to break it. After all, this was the warning.

“Agh...shut up, I can beat-“ Marcus was interrupted by Tombstone heel kicking him through the air just to be stopped by the patio’s glass doors.

With body going numb Marcus simply went limp when the villain grabbed him by the neck and slammed him against the glass door, causing it to crack on impact. He would have lost all the air in his lungs if Tombstone wasn’t squeezing his neck so tightly.

A small grin forms when Marcus claws at Lincoln’s arm, trying hard to escape. Like a trapped bug. “Stick to the sidelines kid. Rough up a few bullies and save cats from Trees. Because as far as I can tell, you’re out of your league.”

With one last grunt Tombstone pulls Marcus back and slams him through the glass doors, shattering it into a million pieces. With little effort he tosses the young spider into the night sky to let him tumble through the air. He watched until the darkness swallowed up the defeated Spider-Man...

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- Tombstone just as danger as Wilson Fisk. Due to playing the “victim” card the public doesn’t suspect illegal activities to be linked to him.

- Tombstone’s very daughter is secretly a villain as well, following in her fathers footsteps but not becoming as ruthless.

- His daughter actually has a minor crush on Marcus (whaaa spoilers)

- Tombstone doesn’t have the unbreakable skin like Luke cage but he is in fact overly strong and durable.

- Tombstone did in fact take down peter multiple times but out of respect he did hold back on doing violent crime. He’s now strictly a business man avoiding getting too much blood on his hands.

- Marcus only goes after Tombstone because he wants to help his mom rest up on some very draining cases.

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A/N: Sooo Tombstone has always been one of my favorite villains. Every since I was a kid Lonnie Thompson Lincoln was the coolest pale faced-leather wearing mercenary ever. I only began to love him more after the spectacular Spider-Man cartoon which I based this version of him off of. Except here he’s more violent and deadly, matching Fisk’s brutality while keeping his calm personality. But in the end I can only thank @spideymultiverse so much for making this week amazing. You’ve helped me construct this Spidersona with your prompts and that’s the best thing ever. I hope everyone reading this enjoys the story, I wouldn’t be anything without you guys.

#spidersona week 2k19 #spidersona #fanfic #spidersona week #Tombstone

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timelordthirteen · 6 years

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Working Out - Part 14

Mr. Gold/Belle French, Teen+

Summary: Mr. Gold, hopelessly in love with Belle French, the town librarian, overhears a conversation between her Ruby about the appeal of well muscled, beefy men. Misinterpreting that this is Belle’s type of man, he joins the local gym to work out. Rather unsuccessfully. Based on a prompt from an anonymous benefactor. :)

Chapter Summary: Belle and Gold chat with their workout partners about their last date, Ruby and David get in some good natured teasing, and plans are made for a very important next date.

Notes: AAAAAHHHHHHH! I cannot tell you how much this chapter fought me until a wonderful person left some amazing comments as they read their way through this fic which completely changed my perspective and helped me finish this chapter up in less than three days. The power of comments, dear readers. Also the end is nigh. This was going to be the last chapter, but too many things needed to happen, so the next one is probably the last for the main fic.

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Belle couldn’t stop smiling the rest of the night after Gold left her apartment.

In the days since, she and Gold had two lunch dates at Granny’s, and a lovely picnic in the back of his shop while it stormed outside. The back room was cozy and warm, and the rain on the windows was soothing. They sat on the cot together, talking over egg salad sandwiches, and somewhere in the middle of a story about his childhood, she realized she was in love with him.

He was explaining how his eight-year-old self hid a pet frog from his aunties in a shoe box for almost two weeks, until it got out and ended up in the toilet, scaring Aunt Millie. He insisted that he was very contrite and apologetic, but still ended up in a heap of trouble. She was grinning like an idiot, watching his hands become more and more animated while he mimicked his aunt running around the flat flailing her arms, and the feelings were just - there. They were the same emotions she’d felt that night in her apartment, but now they were somehow sharper, clearer than ever before.

That was two days ago, and she felt like she’d been walking in a daze ever since. They hadn’t made any plans to go out for what they both seemed to consider official dates, but she was hoping to catch him tonight at the gym and make plans for the weekend. She was almost bursting with the urge to tell him her feelings, but she wanted to wait and make their next time together as special as it could be. They both deserved that after everything it had taken to get here.

“So, that was your...third date?” Ruby asked, lifting her eyebrows and smirking.

“I guess,” Belle replied absently as she fiddled with the settings on the elliptical machine.

Tuesday at four found Belle and Ruby at the gym, as had become customary. They tried to meet at least three days a week in the gym, and fill the other workout days with running or yoga. It was a good routine, and it meant she got to see Gold at least twice more during the week, even if it was from across the fitness center. She hoped he’d be in tonight so that perhaps they could make plans for the weekend.

She clipped one end of the safety strap to her shirt, and then frowned at Ruby. “Why?”

“Uh, Belles, the third date?”

Her emphasis on third and date did nothing to help Belle’s confusion, and after a few seconds of blank staring, Ruby rolled her eyes. “Oh come on! Everyone knows that three is the magic number.”

Belle shook her head and pushed the other end of the safety strap into the slot on the machine, enabling it to start. “Magic how?” she asked, bumping up the speed until she could settle into a comfortable rhythm.

Ruby blinked at her, dumbfounded. “Seriously? That’s like the make or break date.” Then she smirked and leaned over. “You’re either going to have sex, or start reevaluating the relationship. And if the sex is bad, maybe you do that anyway, right?”

The mention of sex made Belle stumble and the elliptical shut off as the safety card slipped out. “What?” She righted herself and gave Ruby a look. “Is this some stupid thing you read in Cosmo?”

Ruby put up her hands. “I was just teasing.” Then she poked a couple of buttons, and looked sideways at Belle. “It’s not exactly a bad rule though. I mean by the third date something has to advance, right?”

Belle frowned and climbed back on the elliptical machine, and reset the program. It beeped and she started moving at a steady pace. “Yeah,” she said. “I guess. But I think we’ve already had that moment.”

It was Ruby’s turn to stagger and almost fall off the equipment. “What?”

Belle giggled. “I didn’t mean that. Not - not exactly.”

Her friend gave her a sideways look. “What do you mean by not exactly?”

She bit her lip and slowed her speed a couple of notches. “He, um, came up to my place,” she said. “For tea.”

A slow smile spread over Ruby’s face. “Oh really?” Belle nodded, grinning. “And...?”

She bit her lip looked down at the display panel, remembering the way Rowan had looked at her, like she was amazing and perfect and special. “He said he - he said he loved me.”

“What?!” There was a thump as Ruby hopped off her elliptical. “Oh my god - Belle! That’s - that’s - oh my god!”

Ruby waved her arms, looking like she wanted to hug her friend, but Belle was still on the machine. “And did - did you?” she finally asked, clasping her hands together and holding them to her chest. “I mean, I assume you said it too?”

Belle sighed and stopped. “Well, uh, I didn’t at the time...” She shrugged and Ruby started to frown. “It wasn’t a big deal, I just - I wanted to be sure, you know? And I wasn’t, so I didn’t.”

“Okay...” Ruby replied, folding her arms and drawing out the ‘O’ sound. “How did that go over?”

She looked down at the display again, fiddling with the button for the heart rate monitor. There was a moment when she thought he would be upset, when she thought she’d have to say it in order not to lose him. But that was a dangerous road she’d been down before, and it had been nothing but heartbreak. They both deserved better.

“He, um, he was fine with it, actually. He was -” She looked up at Ruby and shook her head again. “I thought he’d be upset, but he wasn’t. At all. He knew I wanted to say it, that I wanted to feel it, and it was - it was okay.” She felt her frown melt.

“So, you guys are like - like really official then?” Ruby prodded.

“Yeah.” Belle looked at her again, beaming from ear-to-ear. “Yeah, we are. And I decided I do too. Love him, I mean.”

Ruby clapped her hands and squealed with delight, then reached out to give Belle a quick hug. “I guess you really are the Beauty that melted the Beast’s heart.”

Belle felt her face flush, and rolled her eyes as Ruby pulled away. “Shut up and get going,” she said, starting up her elliptical again. “I’m already a half mile ahead of you.”

Ruby groaned and got back on the elliptical machine, as Belle looked away and picked up the pace.

Gold sighed as he eased himself down on the bench. Behind him, David was adjusting the weight bars and fighting with the metal pin that held them in place.

“I swear that idiot Gaston bent this damn thing again,” David grumbled. The pin finally slid in and clicked, and he moved around to stand by Gold.

Gold huffed. “He also accidentally ripped the handle off of his bathroom door.” David cocked an eyebrow. “Or so says the message on my voicemail. Last month he kicked a hole in the drywall of his apartment doing some martial arts thing in his living room.”

“Yikes,” David muttered. “He really is like some useless evil henchmen from a Disney movie.”

“Indeed,” Gold chuckled, slipping his legs around the padded rollers at the end of the bench.

David bent to get something out of his bag, and Gold’s eyes drifted over to the mirrors and the racks of free weights, where Belle and Ruby were stretching. The two women bent in unison, touching their toes before raising up and lifting their arms up over their heads. Belle pushed up on her toes to stretch out her calves, and the rest of her amazing legs, then dropped down on her heels. She caught him looking as she turned to pick up her towel. He blushed, and she gave him a little wave.

He knew he had it bad, had for some time, but it only occurred to him in that moment in her apartment, gazing at her upside down, that he was in love with her. It was almost startling how clear his feelings were, and once they had become so present in his heart and mind, he couldn’t keep them in any longer. There was a small bit of disappointment that Belle hadn’t said back to him, but she had been so earnest in her response. He trusted in that, and believed that she cared for him deeply.

The rest would come in time.

Smiling to himself, he refocused on his workout, wincing a little as he lifted his legs and moved the weights. His injured leg was much better since he’d started coming to the gym regularly, but it always took a little bit extra to get going on those first reps. In a short while he’d finished the first set and stopped to rest, watching as Belle and Ruby picked up their stuff and started for the locker room.

She took the long way around, coming to the end of the row of machines and walking by in front of him and David. His mouth curved slightly as she came towards him. Her leggings and top were skin tight, the latter dipping lower than usual in the front, and it was all he could do to keep his eyes in his head as her hips swayed a little. She tossed a look over her shoulder after she passed, and winked. That told him all he needed to know. She’d done it on purpose to tease him, and he couldn’t help grin that cracked his face. He was a lucky bastard, completely and hopelessly in love.

Beside him, David cleared his throat, and Gold shifted to look at him.

“What?” he asked, frowning slightly.

“Nothing.” David smirked and shook his head. “Ready for another set?”

Gold nodded, throwing one last longing look at Belle just before she stepped into the locker room. He lifted the weight again, gripping the sides of the bench with his hands. His muscles were burning pleasantly, helping his mind relax. For a few minutes he let himself space out, staring straight ahead as he recalled Belle’s face smiling up at him.

“Things seem to be good with you and Belle,” David said, folding his arms as he came to stand by the weight bench.

He glanced up at David before his legs flexed and he lifted the weights again. “One could say that.” After a few more reps he stopped, a slow smile curving his lips. “Our, uh, last date was very...” He paused trying to think of what to say without telling the story about he blurted out his feelings. “It, uh - it went well, you might say.”

David gave him a crooked smile as the cables moved and the flywheels whirred. “Mary Margaret said she saw you two making out in front of the library.”

The weights slammed together abruptly.

“What?!” Gold exclaimed, twisting on the bench to look at David properly. His eyes were wide, his face a mix of embarrassment and shock. He could just imagine how they must have looked to Miss Blanchard, an old man and a pretty young woman sucking face in public. He winced at the mental image.

David leaned against the machine and grinned. “So it’s true?”

His head dropped into his hands momentarily, and he sighed heavily before he looked up again. “Yeah, we, uh, we might have gotten a bit carried away. Please give Mary Margaret my apologies.”

“Why?” David patted him on the shoulder, still smiling. “It’s not like she was offended. She thought it was very sweet, and she was quite happy to tell me how you two were completely unaware of the rest of the world.”

He pulled a face. “Still, it was unintended.”

“Relax,” David said, moving around to the back of the machine to adjust the weight again before switching the pins from working legs to arms and back. “So, that was your third date then, eh?”

Gold frowned as he reached up for the bar above his head. “Yes, why?”

“Oh, come on, Gold. I’m sure you’ve heard about the third date rule,” David said with a wink.

He recalled Neal talking once about how the third date was now “the sex date” or some ridiculous idea like that. Relationships shouldn’t be on a timetable, and he would never dream of pushing Belle into any intimacy she wasn’t ready for. Still, their kiss had been quite heated and if not for a fact of biology they might have...

Gold felt his face heat as Belle and Ruby came out of the locker room. He blew out a breath and reached for his cane before pushing to his feet. “Excuse me,” he said, hurrying away from David’s soft laughter.

Belle saw him as he approached, and her face went red. She grabbed at Ruby’s arm and they stopped just in front of him.

“Hey Gold,” Ruby said, grinning. Then she turned to Belle. “Don’t forget, Bells, condom and lube!”

Then she walked off, leaving Gold to gape at her in shock.

“Do I want to know what that was about?” he asked finally.

Belle shook her head and looked at the floor. “Just Ruby being Ruby.”

“Uh huh,” Gold mumbled, ducking his head to catch her eye until she looked up. “Well, um, I thought perhaps we should make plans.”

She started to smile, her lips pursing at first before the corners of her mouth curved. “For what?”

He shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant and failing. “Dinner,” he said, his lips twitching. “Say...Friday night again?”

She bit her lip and reached out, touching his hand where it rested on his cane with her fingertips. His hand moved and turned over, catching her fingers before she could pull away and sliding his palm against hers.

“Where?” she asked, stepping closer and letting her hand wrap around his. “Granny’s? Marco’s? Or that new place down towards -”

“Mine,” he said, looking up from their joined hands to meet her eyes. “My place, I mean. I’ll, um, I’ll make dinner. That way we, uh, we don’t have to go anywhere.”

Her eyes widened briefly and she licked her lips. There was an unsaid invitation there, and she felt her pulse skip in anticipation. “That sounds great.”

He smiled softly, his heart swelling with love every time she was near. It was the kind of hopeless, longing, aching love that he’d only felt once before, and it had broken his heart. There was a nasty little voice in the back of his mind that liked to taunt him now and then, preying on his deepest insecurities. He hadn’t heard it for some time, but there it was, telling him that this couldn’t last, that she couldn’t feel the same, that she was far too good for him.

“Is six too early?” he heard himself ask.

She shook her head, wagging her pony tail. “No, yeah, that’s - that’s good. Leaves plenty of time for - whatever.”

Gold nodded and swallowed as she inched closer. “Good.”

Belle pushed up on her toes and pressed her lips to his, firmly but briefly. He let out a small noise, and behind them David let out a teasing whoop. Gold threw a look over his shoulder, which made David laugh.

“Are we still on for lunch tomorrow?” she asked, letting go of his hand and hoisting her gym bag higher on her shoulder.

He stepped back a bit and folded his hands. “Of course. I’ll pick up takeout from Granny’s and meet you at the shop.”

She beamed at him and bounced on her toes. “See you then.”

He returned her smile and the nagging voice receded into the darkness once more as he turned to watch her go. She threw a little look over her shoulder at him, her bottom lip caught in her teeth, and gave him another little wave. She was entirely too good for him, but for once he wasn’t going to let his fears stop him.

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