#but damn if they didn't lose some of their edge lately

[reiderwriter]

If your requests are open could I get a fic where Spencer lost his virginity to bau!reader the night before and when he comes into work the next day Morgan is like ‘you look different’ (you know that stereotype that people you know well can tell when you lose your virginity) and bau!reader is like yeah you do why is that Spencer🤨 lmaoo

A/N: This was a really fun request to write! Nice, short and sweet! I hope you enjoy it~♡

Warnings: implied sexual encounter, some suggestive talk, mentions of virginity.

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“Wait, kid, hold up, something’s different. You get a haircut or what?” 

You tried your best not to giggle profusely as the blush crept up Spencer’s neck to sit prettily across his cheeks. It had only been an hour since you'd left him sleeping soundly in your bed after a night of well… ravaging him. 

Spencer Reid, your beautiful, awkward, nerdy, and charming coworker was no longer a virgin. Nor was he single. And surprisingly, he wasn't all that bad at sex either, a little cautious, but for all intents and purposes, quite the natural. 

He certainly hadn't turned into a sex god over night, but you did plan to accost him rather regularly from that point onwards, so you very much were enjoying the abject look of horror passing over his features at that moment. 

“I was running late this morning. My alarm didn't go off.” 

You stifled a giggle, knowing that his alarm probably had gone off. He'd just been in a completely different apartment and hadn't heard it. Maybe it was still going off now. 

When his eye caught yours, he froze still in a flush. It was impossible not to run tour gaze along the length of his body, showing him enough quiet appreciation you thought he'd drop to his knees. 

Instead, his hands that were wrestling with his tie fidgeted more, finding it impossible to tie the damn thing like he had every morning for the last five years. 

“Having some trouble, Spencer? Maybe I could help you out?” You winked at him to punctuate your question, and all he could do was stand and gulp down a breath, nodding in agreement. 

“You do look pretty tired, kid? Long night?” Derek asked, a quiet bemused look hanging on his face. He'd had this same conversation with Reid at least four times in the last year, assuming that every time he came in looking slightly dishevelled, he'd enjoyed a night of pleasure. 

It had certainly been pleasing to you, and you were absolutely going to help teasing Reid if you got the chance. You certainly enjoyed doing just that last night. 

Grabbing the two ends of his tie and pulling him a step closer to Reid - maybe a bit too close for two people in their place of work - you began righting all of his clothes. 

“You didn't wake me up,” he whispered with a pout into your ear, his pout audible even as he tried to keep his face neutral. 

“I tried,” you whispered back. “But every time I got close, you lunged for me in your sleep and started grinding your morning wood into my ass.” 

The flush that you enjoyed so much was now a fully glowing face. He was so red you expected steam to pour from his ears any minute. 

You finish knotting his tie and brush his shirt a little, just as Derek clears his throat again. 

“Kid, did you hear me? I asked if you had a long night.” 

Spencer's gaze didn't leave yours, though. Even in his embarrassment, he was so intently focused on you that it nearly set your entire body on edge. 

“Yeah, you could say that,” he replied, his gaze dropping to your lips. You wished they hadn't, because now you had to stop yourself from jumping him right there in the bull pen. 

“Oh shit,” Derek couldn't hold back the laugh that bubbled up in his chest as he stood looking from you to Spencer and then back to you. 

“Oh shit. Spencer, I didn't know you had game like that.” His words were wheezed out between fits of laughter, and you were irritated when the focus in Spencer's gaze shattered, settling into a look of discontent. 

“Derek, come on…” he groaned, and you put your hand gently on his chest to get him to look at you again. 

“Next time, I'll work my hardest to wake you up, Spencer.” 

With his jaw hanging open in shock, you pushed up onto your toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek, leaving him stood like a statue as Derek bent over in laughter, trying to catch his breath. 

You smiled in your final triumph just as Emily walked over to greet the two men and opened with a question. 

“Weren't you wearing that outfit yesterday, Reid?”  

[mrsrdlw]

“Will you forgive me, please?”

Warnings: angst; eddie and reader are in a one year relationship; reader almost burst from stress; verbal fight; happy ending (the only right way, cuz i can’t stand when it ends sadly:)), no use of y/n (she is referred as sweetie/sweetheart), let me know if i’m missing something something

wc: 1.9k

summary: Reader is going crazy with how much is going on on her life. Studying for the final exams, work with terrible people. But on a weekend, when Eddie comes without warning you, you both fought for the first time in your relationship.

Being Eddie's girlfriend was the best part of your life. You loved him and the way he treated you. You've been together for a year now and, between this time, you got to know all sides of him. Goofy, funny, kind, sexy. But you've never seen him get mad. Pissed? Of course! All the time, he would be complaining about things or cursing other people who were assholes with him. But he was never mad, at least not with you.

But there was one specific time when you were having a terrible week. With the final exams, not to mention you mentoring other students, you were one step away from losing it. And there was your boss giving you the same speech all week because one of your co-workers snitched you for kissing your boyfriend at work. It was just a smooch!

"This girl's a bitch. Probably never touched a dick in her life!" That's what Eddie said to you.

But, by the end of the week, you were on edge. And being busy all the time, you never got the chance to spend a single minute with your boyfriend. But he would have to wait, the finals were more important now. Eddie didn't seem to agree. He showed up at your door with movies in his hands.

"Hey sweetie, i'm sorry i'm a little late. Had to kick some ass to get out of Family Video" You just hummed, trying to understand what was wrong with your calculus. "I'm great, thanks for asking!"

On his way he, unfortunately, met Jason at the same place. He didn't actually fought him, just some heated exchange of words. It got him a little pissed, but he was going to spend the night with you, so he pretended that he was fine. He was hoping that you would make him feel better.

"Eddie you can put the movie, i don't mind, but i'll not pay attention. I really need to review this"

"Yeah sweetheart, whatever you say" Of course. He was not listening, looking for some candies in your cabinet.

He sat by your side and kept talking to you. You were trying so hard not to cut him off, you really missed him, but you couldn't allow yourself that privilege of five minutes making out with him. So by the end of the first movie he brought, he started to say some curious facts about it but you let out a groan. "Fuck. Why physics were so hard?” You thought to yourself.

"Alright, stop. What the fuck? I've be trying to talk to you for the whole week, but you were too busy. Now that is your time to relax you're going to keep studying?" He said with a serious tone. At first you were quiet, waiting for him to calm down so you would not fight. But he said, louder this time "Say something, damn it!"

"What do you want me to say Eddie? I need to-" you were cut out

"Please, don't you think you studied enough? The whole week, is all you've been doing. You’re gonna burst into flames from thinking too much."He was now facing you, your book long forgotten as the both of you started to lose it.

"Well, for some of us, the constancy is required! I am not doing very good in this subject. I'm just trying to do my best and you should be doing the same." He shifted his body and giggled in a sarcastic way.

"Oh yes, let's remember that i was held back. So original. That's very dirty bellow the belt of you sweetheart." His facial expression was full of disappointment and anger.

"Can you not contort my words? I said as you should be doing your best too so you don't get held back again!" You regretted the time you said it. It was dirty of you and his eyes were not looking into yours anymore. "I know i was not very present this week, but can't you just wait 'till the goddamn exams to end. I don't know what happened for you be so rude but you shouldn't be taking it out on me!"

He was not looking at you, fidgeting with his rings, thinking of the right thing to say so you could stop fighting.

"All i wanted was to spend time with you, what the fuck is wrong with that?"

"There's nothing wrong, is just that i told you that i needed to get good at this."

"That's the fucking point, there's nothing to get better at, you've been working on it for so long, there is nothing new to see! Fuck, you’re not even answering when i talked to you."

"Stop being fucking dramatic Eddie! Do you think i like this, the way that i'm on the edge right now? Fighting with my boyfriend and friends, not having a fucking second to breathe because it feels like everything i do is wrong?"

"And i am the one dramatic. Let me give you a heads up. It's not the end of the fucking world if you fail a test. Besides, you couldn't do it even if you tried. You had to have sucked in the other tests to be held back, like me."

"Oh my god! Why don't you grow up a little and see how this is important to me? Look, we both are angry for some reason and are not in conditions to talk. I think is the best for the both of you for you to leave. So we don't hurt ourselves anymore."

"You always have to be so good and solve every damn problem, right? Only so in the end i can be the bad guy. Honestly, why are you the one to say what we should or shouldn't do?"

"Because it's my fucking house and i want you to leave!"

At this point, after wrestling and yelling at each other, you were with tears in your eyes panting without knowing what to do. Eddie gulped, stepped back and, not saying a word, he left.

The tears were rolling down your cheeks. Now there was no way you would focus on physics. You regretted so much. All the words said in the heat of the moment. You didn't mean any of them. And he probably didn't. You both said things to hurt each other in order to be right. Eddie was definitely upset about something, not just the lack of your attention. But now was not the time to find out.

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After a week, you finish every school exam and were finally free from school. And back in work, your co-worker was fired. She was caught fucking a random guy that you didn’t know on the boss’s office . “Guess Eddie was wrong” you thought giggling but getting upset the second after. You both have been avoiding each other. Eddie didn’t want to bother you and you didn’t want to hurt him. But it was time. You were tired of tearing up every time you remembered your fight.

So, at the end of your shift, you drove to the trailer park. It was the first time you fought and you hated. The feeling was that, at any second, you would lose him.

Knocking at his door, you stood there, waiting for him.

“Coming.” You heard his muffled voice. When he opened the door, he had an annoyed expression that shifted to a concerned one once he saw it was you. He was shirtless, wet hair and sweatpants that hung low on his hips. You didn’t know if it was because of the long week not seeing him, but he looked incredibly handsome. “Hey” It was the only thing he could say, surprised by your appearance.

“Hi… Can we talk.” You said hesitant, not knowing where to start.

“Sure. Please” He opened the door wider letting you in. Guiding you on the couch, where you both sat in awkward silence. It didn’t even look like you two were together for a long time. “I assume you’re here to talk about last weekend.” You nodded trying your best not to cry already which was really hard because of the way he looked at you.

“Look Eddie, i don’t even know where to start. We both lost our senses and said terrible things we shouldn’t. I honestly feel like-“ A feeling you grew accustomed in the past week grew in your throat. You couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. “I felt like i was losing my mind and that everything i was doing was wrong. You were right. I was taking too much at once and i couldn’t take it.”

“No no no. Sweetheart, i was the wrong one. I was worried about you and my own shit and i put that on your shoulders.” He said whipping your cheeks. “And as i usually do, to run away from my problems, i pretended that none of that was happening and didn’t realize how important studying was for you. I am truly sorry for that and for the fight.”

You hugged him tightly. His hands surrounded your waist and his nose nestled on your neck, sniffing your sent. He’d missed you deeply. “I’m sorry too” you said softly and moving away just enough to see his face. “I just want you to know that i don’t meant shit from what i’ve said. That was awful of me. I felt awful. I hope you can forgive me.”

“Of course i forgive you, sweetie. I was supposed to be the one apologizing. I also didn’t mean any of that crap. You forgive me too?” He said giving you a smirk that made you giggle.

“Yes. But only if you tell me why you were so worked up that night.”

“Oh shit, you’re right. My week was not great either. You know how much i hate finals. Before going to yours, i stopped at Family Video and i met with Jason Carver. And well, you know the story, he calls me a freak and i pretend that he hurt my feelings. But that night, he started to talk shit about us, like you were way out of my league. And until then i was like, tell me something i don’t know. But then the son of a bitch called you a whore and that you probably sold yourself for one fuck in exchange for a review of any subject. And i was like “what the fuck dude?”. I just lost my mind. Thank the metal gods that Steve stopped me from beating his face.”

“Oh my god! You could have told me” You don’t even know why you said that. You literally fought because you were too into your studies.

“It’s alright. He normally doesn’t piss me off. But I just can’t accept him talking shit about you. As if he knew you enough to call you a whore.”

The good thing is that you got back to normal and cuddled for the rest of the day. Eddie wanted to stay close to you as much as he could, so he asked begged for you to stay over. So here you were, before going to sleep telling how much you loved each other.

“Good night baby” Even in the dark room, you could see his beautiful eyes looking at you with so much love

“Good night Eds” Closing your eyes ready to sleep, felling your man’s hand caressing you, you were sure that you were in heaven. Out of the sudden you remembered.

“Eds!” You turned fast to him scaring him a little “You won’t believe what happened.”

“What?” Poor man, he was half asleep. You giggled at his confused face.

“Apparently, that girl from work did a lot more than touching dick…”

“I told you she was a bitch. A man knows”

“Shut up”

*if you have any ideas/request/sugestions; please sent it to me, my inbox is open. :)

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

A show for him

Poe Dameron x Fem!reader

Quick summary: Poe comes back late at night, expecting you to be asleep only to find you changing clothes and he enjoys the show a little too much.

Dead dove do not eat - you'll get exactly what's in the tags!

Tags: nsfw, voyeurism(?), stalking(?), male masturbation, mature themes, Poe being a creep, dirty thoughts.

Poe never admits it but he likes having his eyes on you, he loves seeing your beautiful face whenever he gets the chance to. One night he came back late, already expecting you would be asleep soundly. He made his way towards his quarters, but just as he passed by your quarters from the backside he noticed a faint light coming from the dark taintet windows. Poe couldn't resist peeking through from the corner of the window, narrowing his eyes to atleast see something inside. Luckily for him you didn't turn the darkness of the windows to full and he could see just enough.

He saw you walking out of the refresher room, your hair damp and a towel wrapped around your body. Poe's breath hitched a little bit, he never saw you like this before...not outside his imaginations. Poe wasn't dumb, he knew exactly what you're about to do, and he would love to witness it.

He watched you sitting down on the bed and unwrap the towel. He felt his pants becoming tighter, while his hand was already snaking downwards to his crotch, rubbing himself through his pants.

You accidentally dropped your panties on the floor, so you bent down to retrieve it.

The sight almost made Poe cum inside his pants. He quickly unfastened his pants and got his already hard cock out, the tip was already leaking. He slowly started to stroke himself

"Damn, baby, are you doing this on purpose?" Poe whispered to himself as he watched you slowly stretching your left and your right leg to pull your panties on.

"I bet your pussy tastes amazing.." Poe closed his eyes, edging himself by tightening his fist around his shaft and going for slow, deliberate strokes, imagining going down on you, eating you out, making you squeeze his head with your thighs from the immense pleasure he's giving you while gripping his hair and arching your back as his tongue gave you orgasm after orgasm.

The thought drove him wild, he wanted nothing more than to storm into your room and fuck your brains out.

His pace increased, he had to support himself on the wall with his other arm while pumping his fist. His thoughts ran wild, he bites his lower lip and throws his head back, imagining how his cock would stretch you out, the gasps coming from your mouth and your muscles tightening around his girth.

"One day, baby, one- fuck, day, I'm going to fuck you. Fuck you so good you don't want any other cock but mine. I'll fuck you so dumb you won't get enough of my cock." His breath getting ragged, he watched you climbing into bed, facing the dark taintet windows as you laid down.

The sight of your eyes, those beautiful yet innocent eyes of yours looking at his direction, completely unaware of the mess going on just outside the window was enough to make him lose control.

Poe bit his lip in an attempt to stifle the groan coming out of him as he came hard, his cum spurted out onto the wall of your quarters. He panted and leaned his sweaty forehead on his arm, calming down after the orgasm. Once his cock was soft again and he calmed down, he put his cock back in his pants, quickly looking around to make sure he was alone. He took one last glance at you, seeing you now peacefully asleep. You had absolutely no idea what Poe was doing and that thought was kind of a turn on for Poe. Once Poe was satisfied, he turned and made his way towards his own quarters for some much needed rest himself.

"I'll be sure to check on you more often, sweetheart. I promise." Poe closed his eyes and drifted off into sleep, already looking forward to more moments like the one he had tonight.

[enbyonmandalore]

Test The Limits (Reader Insert Version)

Ghost & König x gender neutral reader (no y/n)

Rating: NSFW 18+

Word count: this is a long one (that's what she said, ha!)

Warnings: begging, *light* bondage/restraining, brat taming, choking, degradation/name calling, dom/sub behavior, edging, gagging, humiliation, masks stay ON, masturbation, oral (M recieving), tiny bit of overstimulation, penetrative sex, potential hate-fucking, size difference, some brief violence typical for the CoD franchise, threesome, unprotected sex, voyeurism?, characters act absolutely fucking feral, reader's genitalia is not described

Summary: Smut. Absolute filth without much plot. Ghost has enough of your attitude and decides to fuck it out of you; him and König end up taking turns on you.

A/N: This is my first time writing anything about CoD MW2 aaand also my first time attempting to write a threesome. Certain parts of dialogue and phrases are inspired by u/badjhur on reddit. Sometimes the POV kinda switches, I hope you don't mind. I've been going wild for König lately and I'm trying to bring my thoughts to paper. Enjoy!

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Test The Limits

"Argh fuck!", you shouted in frustration as your face hit the floor. Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley pinned you down with his entire body weight, twisting your dominant hand onto your back, your other hand squashed underneath your own body. You'd fucked up. Again.

"Stop being so easy to pin.", Ghost said harshly. "If I were the enemy you'd be dead by now."

"Lasted longer than last time, though", you reminded him nonchalantly and coughed as he took some of his weight off of your back, letting you catch a proper breath.

"Still not good enough", he retaliated, adding something under his breath. "Fuckin' brat..."

"What did you just call me?", you snapped and turned around as much as you could. The Lieutenant didn't move. With some more struggling you managed to free yourself from under him, scootching away and staring daggers at him. Propping yourself up on your elbow, you opened your mouth to complain, but the Lt. raised a finger in your direction as a warning.

"Behave."

"Oh for god's sake, Lt., I'm just as much a member of this damn task force as you are. Price called me in for a reason and you know it. You-"

Ghost didn't let you finish your sentence. Instead he grabbed you by the ankles and yanked you towards him, scraping your elbows against the floor of the sparring ring. Now he towered over you, his arms caging you in on either side, a knee between your legs, restricting any further movement.

"I said behave.", he growled.

"Get. Off. Of. Me.", you said slowly and clearly, your tone stone cold.

But Ghost didn't budge. His icy blue eyes still fixated on you, as if expecting an ambush. That's when you felt it. You felt him press up against you and with mere inches between your bodies, there was less than a little room for speculations. The air seemed to thicken with tension over the next few seconds as you just stared in disbelief. Finally, as he hit a sensitive spot, you flinched.

"Stop that!", you protested.

"You wanna tap out, Luv? Scared you're gonna lose?", Ghost replied, ignoring you and continuing to grind against your crotch.

"Ngh- No! Just stop moving like that!"

"Like what?", he paused and you thought you saw him raise an eyebrow, "This?"

"F-fuck...!", you gasped as he full on rutted his hips against yours. You tugged at his shirt, but that changed nothing.

"This... This is hardly a fair fight, Lt. Let go!"

"Never said it was gonna be fair.", the Lieutenant clarified. "Besides, if you would just ask nicely I might let go, eh? You bloody brat."

Humiliating you even further, Ghost flipped you onto your stomach again with ease. "You're making this too easy." Between strained breaths and frustrated struggling, you managed to growl: "At least take the damn knife off my back."

Ghost's dry chuckle made your entire body stiffen at once. "That ain't no combat knife you're feeling there, Luv..."

Oh.

Oh.

Once it finally clicked in your head, his entire behavior made sense. Jesus H. Christ, he was doing it on purpose.

"Come on, operator, get up", Ghost taunted, pulling you to your feet, "See what you've been rubbing up against all fucking night."

You bared your teeth at him out of pure instinct. The movement was so quick you felt your bottom lip split open and tasted blood.

"You're so goddamn full of yourself!"

"Quite the opposite.", the Lieutenant replied and took a step forward. You refused to back down. Ghost's gaze locked onto yours, analyzing you. He reached behind himself and revealed a ziptie, pulling it tight around your wrists within a split second, pushing you against the wall behind you. You were speechless.

"W-what the fuck, Lt.?", you finally managed to sputter.

There was nothing you could do - exhausted from sparring, backed against a wall and your hands were quite literally tied. To say you were in a jam would be a tremendous understatement. A hand traveled to your throat, applying pressure and enforcing eye contact.

"Who do you think you are? Who gave you permission to act like a sour fucking tart, hm? What is your problem?" Ghost looked you up and down. "Look where that's gotten you."

"Could ask you the same bloody question!", you spat, seeking any sort of leverage on Ghost's wrist to prevent him from potentially choking you out. He just stared, condescendingly. "Eversince I got here, you've been looking at me like you're a starving dog and I'm some sort of fucking treat."

Ghost's eyes narrowed dangerously, maybe there was a sadistic smile under that mask, but you'd never know for sure. When he spoke, his voice was low and gravelly.

"Consider this punishment... or consider this me spoiling your bratty behavior. You can still tap you, Love, but once we get started, there's no turning back."

"Oh so you think it's that easy to get in my pants, then?", you chuckled dryly, thankful for the dim light concealing the fact that you might be blushing. "Do your fucking worst, then."

"Very well."

Ghost didn't wait a second longer, he grabbed you by the neck and spun you around, slamming your chest into the wall. His hands slid down your sides, all the way to your belt. You didn't need to look - the sound of the quick-release clasp coming undone was enough to prepare you for what would come next. Once again you were thankful he didn't see your face or the excited grin plastered across it. Ghost pulled down your uniform pants and undershorts in once go, helping you lift your feet to fully get rid of the pants.

"Well, well...", he muttered, his gloved hands back on your body, thumbs caressing the dips in your hips. "Bloody amazing figure you got, soldier."

You could almost feel his breath on your skin, that's how close he'd gotten. You skin tingled where he touched it. When the Lt. pressed himself against your ass, you could barely contain an excited whimper. He turned you back around to face him, shoving a knee between your thighs and pinning you to the wall on your tiptoes, hands above your head. Fuck, that felt amazing. Never in a million years had you ever imagined to enjoy being overpowered by a man like this...to be turned on by it.

It caught you off guard when he suddenly dropped you, taking two steps back. Your ass hit the cold concrete floor, your bindings snapping as you scramble to cover yourself. Reality check. You could feel a new pair of eyes lingering on your skin and turned your head in that direction so fast it almost made you dizzy. A shadowy figure loomed in the doorway.

"König", Ghost's voice broke the silence, "What a bloody fuckin' surprise."

He closed the distance between himself and the other soldier in only a few steps, grabbing a fistful of König's shirt and yanking him all the way into the room. You heard König stutter something unintelligible, Ghost not even bothering to respond to him.

"Just in time.", Ghost announced to neither of you in particular. "I was about to teach our new teammate a lesson and now you both and learn one at the same time."

He let go of König, glaring at you still cowering on the floor. König instinctively raised his hands, attempting to appear non-threatening as he towered over both of you.

You slowly regained your composure, still acutely aware that your lower half was exposed. What you also noticed, was that König had closed his eyes underneath the sniper hood - the eyeholes were completely black now, as if he wasn't even there. You shifted around until you were at least in a less awkward position. This did not go unnoticed by the Lieutenant.

"I didn't mean to disturb you, Sir", König spoke, "I only heard commotion..."

When Ghost did not answer, he continued rambling, obviously flustered. "I- I can walk back out and this never happened, okay? I didn't even see anything-"

"No.", Ghost interrupted, "You both have had problems staying focused lately and you've become liabilities to the entire team. So, to help you get it together, you are going to practice following orders. Right fucking now."

You exchanged a nervous glance with König.

"Hey", Ghost barked in your direction. "Eyes on me. Don't look at him, he's not gonna help you."

As soon as your gaze had focused back on Ghost, the Lieutenant continued his angry speech: "You aren't very quiet going about your business, König, and you", he glared at you, "You talk in your sleep."

In that moment the realization that Ghost had heard something definitely not meant for his ears hit both König and you. You hadn't known you talked in your sleep, much less that Ghost had apparently been within earshot while you slept. And if you weren't mistaken, you could see the awkward shift in König's posture as well. What on earth had Ghost heard him say - or do?

Ghost's hand shot forward and grabbed you by the collar, pulling you into a kneeling position, your hands on his wrist to steady yourself. Then Ghost nodded towards a chair against the back wall of the room.

"Operator, sit down. And don't move."

Wordlessly, König followed the Lt.'s order. As soon as he had sat down, Ghost returned his attention to you. You felt his cold stare basically penetrate your skin and set it on fire...

"You. Up.", he ordered and you complied. Ghost then moved the both of you closer to König, right in the middle of his field of vision. Your heart was racing by now. What was he doing?

"On your knees, soldier."

You watched as Ghost positioned himself in front of you, your back facing König. He stepped closer and you now made direct eye contact with the considerable bulge in the Lieutenant's pants. Instinctively you gulped. Shit, was he really about to make König watch as you gave him head?

Apparently the answer to that was Yes.

It could have been your imagination, but you swore you heard the faintest sigh of relief as Ghost undid his belt, unzipped the fly and pulled out his fully erect cock. The size of which both startled and excited you. With one hand he lifted your chin while the other, slowly and almost carefully snaked around to the back of your head.

"Now, Love, you are gonna suck my cock and do it well, understood?"

You answered immediately, a grin tugging at your lips. "Don't be shy, I can take it, Lt."

Next thing you knew, Ghost forced open your mouth with his thumb and shoved his cock inside. You fought your gag reflex, his cock was really testing the limits of what you found yourself capable of. You carefully started bobbing your head, hands gripping Ghost's thighs for support, working your tongue around the fat tip, sucking on it before taking more of his cock down your throat. You'd never believe it if you weren't hearing it yourself, but Ghost -stone cold as he usually was- was a horny rambler.

"That's it...", he pulled his cock out of your mouth, allowing you to catch a breath; maintaining eye contact the entire time. "Oh, fuck- You see that? That perfect ring of spit on my cock..."

You swallowed thickly between breaths and gave the Lieutenant a crooked smile. Provocatively you licked your bottom lip and glanced up at him.

"You can do it, yeah, open wide", he said, his voice low and breath ragged, before guiding your head back down his cock. You could taste the precum now and each time he hit the back of your throat you felt the knot in your own stomach tighten.

"Ah God, f-fuck!", Ghost moaned and gripped your head with both hands, holding it in place. He momentarily tore his gaze away from you to look at König. "Enjoying the show?"

"Gott, Scheiße...", König panted and bucked his hips in a futile attempt to feel something, anything. Oh, he needed to be touched. He wanted to fuck both you and Ghost and it was pure torture to sit there, hands behind his back and not allowed to move as you took Ghost's dick so eagerly. God he wished that were him. He felt his own hard-on throb with every sound your mouth made and with every word of praise from Ghost. His eyes rolled back in his head as he imagined what it your feel like to pin the Lieutenant against a wall and kiss him, right before fucking him so hard the wall might crack. What it would feel like to have you on top of him, a spiteful smirk on your face as you ruthlessly rode him like there was no tomorrow, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips...

"Bloody hell, love, you're taking me so well", Ghost sputtered as he thrust himself into your mouth. "Come on... promise I'll make this worth your while."

You held onto his thighs for dear life as tears and spit ran down your face, accompanied by messy, lewd gagging sounds.

"That's it, that's it- Ohh FUCK"

His breath caught in his lungs as his cock pulsed, emptying his load down your throat. Fighting the urge to gag, you swallowed, gripping Ghost's leg so hard it might bruise. With an exhausted, guttural moan Ghost finally let go and you fell backwards, gasping for air.

Ghost recovered from his high quickly, barely giving you the chance to wipe the drool off of your face before dragging you to a large storage crate. He turned you around, his chest pressed against your back, and sat down, effectively pulling you onto him as he lay down on the crate. You watched as he removed his gloves. Your entire body was tingling with arousal by now and being thrown around like a rag-doll wasn't helping. You felt the blood rush between your legs and you were almost certain Ghost knew. He nudged your legs further apart with his own.

"You really can take me, love.", Ghost growled into your ear, grabbing your jaw from behind and turning your head towards König. "Now how 'bout him?"

"Haah- please-", you whimpered and squirmed in his iron grip. You were becoming more desperate by the second, you needed to be touched - or even better: railed into oblivion.

Ghost's icy eyes fixated on König and the other soldier froze in his chair.

"Your turn, operator", the Lieutenant said with a nod.

König stood up slowly, having to concentrate on every move as he approached Ghost. God, it was such a pretty sight to see you so sprawled out and desperate...so pretty.

"Fuck them. That's an order!"

"Y-Yessir!", König replied and quickly undid his pants with trembling hands.

You gasped upon seeing König's size. He was probably larger than the Lt. in every goddamn aspect. Would that thing even fit? Standing between your open legs, he almost hesitantly lay a bare hand on your thigh and lightly pressed his fingertips into your skin and you whimpered once again. Ghost still held your jaw tightly, watching König like a hawk.

As if to reassure himself that this was what you wanted, König sought eye contact. He stroked himself a couple of times first, before lining his hard cock up with your entrance. You gave him a meek nod and practically started begging as his tip nudged against your hole.

"Fucking hell, please! Please just fuck me, König, please please please!"

König felt his cock twitch in his hand at the sound of your voice - like music to his ears. "Don't...", he whispered, barely audible, "Don't stop begging."

"Please~ Please fuck me already, big boy", you pleaded and that did it for him. Without further hesitation he pushed his cock inside you and barely managed to contain the animalistic, desperate moan building in his throat as he bottomed out. You wanted to throw your head back, but Ghost's shoulder was in the way, so you turned your face to the side, teeth gritted and eyes squeezed shut. A cold shiver ran down your spine as Ghost whispered praise into your ear again. "Come on... Good. Take all of him."

And as König set a pace to his thrusts, small whines and moans spilled from your lips.

"Ah- Yes...fuck... König, fuck- ngh"

König was enormous. He spread you open like nothing ever had before. No doubt you'd feel him for days. You could feel him in your guts, it was relentless, stretching you open and filling you so completely you couldn't think around it, couldn't do anything but cling to Ghost's hand and whine.

"Ah, sh-shit! More, please...", König demanded, underlining each word with a thrust so hard you almost cried out in pain.

"Yessir!", you groaned, slurring all the other words, "Ah- Yes, fuck me hard, I need this! Oh fuck-"

"Oh yeah, you like this, huh?", König answered your desperate cries. Ghost joined in on the taunting. "You like getting fucked by two big men, 's that it? That's why you've been acting like a fucking brat? Answer me!"

"Ahng- yes- Yessir!"

"You little tease...", König panted, his eyes cast downward, watching himself disappear inside you over and over and over.

Fucking hell... Ghost couldn't take his eyes off of the scene. König brutally slamming into you, your half-naked body on top of him. Grinding against him with each and every one of König's thrusts. And the sounds - God! Your choked, breathy moans and cries and König's deep, desperate sighs caused Ghost's heart to race. He could feel his cock beginning to harden again. His eyes rolled back in his head as he let it happen. He felt your hot breath on his hand and tightened his grip on your lower jaw, bringing his other hand up to your lips and pushing past them. He was relieved you understood the objective, as you swirled your tongue around his fingers, coating them in saliva just like you'd done with his cock moments before.

You arched your back as König repeatedly hit your sweet spot. You cried out in pleasure, begging him not to stop as you careened towards your high.

"Greedy, are we? You gonna behave for us, hm?", Ghost teased, swiping his thumb across your lips. Your eyes fluttered as you nodded vigorously.

Under you, Ghost tensed up as your ass pressed against his cock. He felt like he was about to go insane from the stimulation so shortly after his last orgasm. König gripped your hips, holding on for dear life as he chased his own high. He'd given up on trying to suppress his moans, letting you hear every sweet sound spilling from his lips.

"I'm close, so close", König stammered through gritted teeth, "Can't- Can't hold it much longer, ngh!"

You were quick to answer, speech slurred and a fucked-out expression on your face. " 'S okay! Ah- Cum with me!"

A choked moan ripped from your throat as he thrust all of himself into you. His voice gave out and his head fell backwards. You saw stars as you came undone on his cock, clenching around him. You felt him pulse, shooting his load and coating your insides with his cum.

For a moment everyone was quiet, your ragged, out-of-sync breaths the only thing disturbing the silence.

You gasped in surprise when you suddenly had Ghost's hands on your waist, pushing you down onto both his and König's dick, drawing a startled mewl from the other man. Ghost felt himself spill his seed between your sweat-soaked bodies, a deep moan rattling in his chest.

It took a moment for Ghost to come to his senses again. When he did, König had already taken a few steps back and zipped up his pants. He lifted you off of him and searched his pockets for a rag or tissue to clean the both of you up.

"That's all it took you to behave. A nice, fat cock.", he chuckled to himself.

"I think we made quite a lot of noise. We should leave before someone else comes investigating strange noises on base.", König suggested and glanced over his shoulder in the direction of the door. "If... If you want to go again, you know where to find me."

"Yeah", you agreed with a tired smile. "Better make ourselves scarce."

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[jjkamochoso]

The Perfect Fit

Story Overview: Levi Ackerman begrudgingly finds himself falling in love with the Survey Corps’ seamstress. Will they be able to own up to their feelings for each other? Or is their love doomed to fail before they discover the truths of each other’s hearts? This slow burn reader insert story will be filled with angst, yearning, and a bit of mystery as we slowly unravel the truths behind Y/N’s past… and explore her and Levi’s future!

Chapter 9

Chapter 8 linked here

Chapter 10 linked here

Levi Ackerman x female reader

Warnings: cussing, blood mention (nothing overly graphic)

When you entered Levi's room to get him clean clothes, you took the time to be by yourself for a moment, trying to collect your racing thoughts. Everything had happened so quickly-- you went from being sound asleep to stitching up Levi's flesh. Not that his injuries were life threatening or something he had never dealt with before, but it still shook you when you remembered that even someone as strong as him isn't invincible. You took in a trembling breath, moving to rest your face in your hands for a second but you stopped before they made contact. You hadn't noticed until now that your hands were covered in Levi's blood. You groaned. Of course they were, he was bleeding like a damn geyser. You didn't want to soil his fresh laundry with your stained skin so you ran to the nearest water basin to begin your cleanup. With your now clean fingers, you began to warm up a big bucketful of water to use to wash off Levi since you knew he hated being dirty but was too injured to do it himself. While the water was heating up over the fire, you ran back to his room to grab some towels and his clothes. When you dropped them off in your room, Levi gave you a quizzical look.

"Why are you running around like this so late? I'm going to my own room so you can get some sleep." He sat up with his feet dangling over the edge of the bed, threatening to get up again and it took everything in you not to shove him back down like you had done minutes prior when the doctor was in there.

"Levi," you sighed, "please relax. I'm warming up some water so I can at least clean off the grime you're covered in. Then I'll help you into your room."

"Tch. You don't think I can clean myself?" As he stood from the bed, he winced and grabbed the side with his injured ribs. You stood there, eyebrows raised as he failed to prove to you he could act independently at the moment.

"By all means, Captain. Go fetch the bucket without gritting your teeth and swearing. If you can do that, I'll believe you don't need help."

If looks could kill, you would've been dead a hundred times over from the glare Levi gave you as he sat once more. "Brat."

You let out a triumphant "humph!" and left to collect the bucket, now heated up. When you came back, you swore you heard Levi release a sigh of relief, and you figured it was because he was ready to lose his mind if he had to sit there covered in blood for any longer. You took up your usual spot next to him on the bed and dunked the first cloth in the water, bringing it to his wounded arm. He moved lightning fast, grabbing the cloth from your grip.

"I can do it myself," he grumbled, eyes fixed on an empty spot of the room, "I'm not an invalid."

You chose your next words carefully as your hand hovered over his own, fearful of scaring him away with your touch. "Levi. You're not an invalid and you're not a burden. You're injured and I want to help you in any way I can. Not because you're not capable, but because I want to make your life a little bit easier in the ways I know how." You drew in a sharp breath as your voice went small. "Please. Let me help you."

For once in his life, Levi wasn't sure what to do. He couldn't stand the thought of you seeing him in such a state of weakness, fearing you would think of him differently than the strong soldier he was supposed to be, but here you were, instead fighting to come to his aid. He knew you were compassionate and caring so it was probably just in your nature to help people you deemed in need of it. Deep in his heart he hoped it was also because you recognized the connection you two shared, whatever it could be categorized as. He relinquished the cloth to your open and waiting palm, laughing internally at the surprised look that came onto your face when you realized he had complied with your pleads. You gently took his arm in your hands and began to cleanse the area around his stitches, not wanting to irritate the skin further.

"Is it alright if I clean the other arm for you? I don't want you to pop the stitches if you do it yourself, but I don't want to make you uncomfortable, either." He had an unreadable look on his face but his eyes held a softness that you were now becoming accustomed to and was a look that you secretly hoped was reserved just for you.

"That's fine," he said, his voice firm but not unkind. You nodded and worked on his other arm, down to his hands, up to where his shoulder met his neck. He was starting to feel less tense as the warm water and your benevolent touch melted away the stresses of the expedition. When you got the go ahead to wash his back, Levi's eyes fluttered closed at the first graze of the cloth. He had never received attention like this. He had never thought he even wanted, desired, craved, something like this before he met you. You were always going out of your way to help him, but it wasn't out of pity. It was like you enjoyed doing things for him in the same way he did for you too. Little did he know, you were thinking of the same sort of thoughts as you wiped away the accumulated sweat from his scar littered back. You didn't know much about his life before the Scouts, no one except Erwin and Hange did, but judging by how faded some of the scars were, he got them decades ago and you concluded he had a rough upbringing. Not that you were surprised, no one is as guarded as he is for no reason. You were just glad he accepted your help and allowed you to see him in such a vulnerable state. You figured you had to mean something to Levi to see him like this, let alone lay your hands on him.

"Okay, back is done. Chest next?"

He nodded as he faced you again. You readied the washcloth with more warm water, trying to balance being gentle with him while being speedy enough to not douse him in cold water if it sat too long. You were extremely gentle, taking great care not to touch his ribs more than necessary. You had gotten over your timidity of seeing him shirtless, knowing that professionalism took priority when you looked at him in this state.

"Done. Legs are next, do you need help taking off your pants?"

Both of you were too exhausted to laugh at the connotations of that sentence. Levi was able to do most of it but you swooped in to finish the job of releasing the pant legs from his ankles so he didn't have to bend over. Thankfully his legs weren't too dirty so it was quick work. You turned around as he changed into fresh underwear and you helped him shimmy into the rarely worn pajamas you found deep in his dresser drawer. You collected his dirty clothes into a pile to clean later and when you went to assist Levi into his own bed, you slapped your hand to your head.

"I totally forgot to wash your face. All that hard work and I forgot to polish up the money maker."

You wore a teasing grin while Levi rolled his eyes, a faint smile on his lips. He found it so attractive that you took great care in your work, no matter what you did. He was about to stop you from raising the wash cloth to his face and suggest he could do it himself, but he decided he wanted to be selfish for once and relish in your loving contact for the limited time he had access to it. You gently dabbed the cloth onto his cheek, careful to not pull at the skin. You felt your heart rate skyrocket as you became acutely aware of just how close his lips were to yours. You felt his steady breath land on your arm as you brought the cloth to his forehead, pushing his hair out of the way, and then to his other cheek. You were getting lost in his blue gray eyes that never left your own. He was staring you down, not in a way that was threatening, but more like he was studying you. You were studying him too, as you had before in other quick glances, but this time felt different. Neither of you were afraid of the other catching you in the act of shameless staring. You both were unabashedly looking at one another, no ounce of shame or uncomfortable energy present. It was strangely familiar the way you observed each other, like you had done this every day of your lives. Come to think of it, ever since you moved to the castle, you and Levi had looked at each other a lot. Your eyes always found solace in his reassuring gaze, no matter the occasion. After a joke of yours that had the dining hall in wheezing laughter, after a sarcastic comment of his that had you fighting for your life so as to not get reprimanded by the higher ups for giggling. Bad news, good news, worse news. Any time anything happened, there was no doubt that you two would lock eyes and share silent understanding. Even now, as you tried your best to clean him up, there was no need for words. You were sharing unspoken thank you's; him to you for taking care of him, you to him for letting you do so. The air seemed to get heavier around you as you inadvertently leaned in toward him the slightest amount. Levi sensed the almost imperceptible movement but he didn't flinch away, even though his body was begging him to break away from your closeness. It was decades of dealing with shitty people in shitty situations that taught him not to trust anybody and that there's more than likely an ulterior motive behind any action someone takes toward him. Still, he found himself no further away from you as his mind reeled, telling him to run away from whatever was happening before you could hurt him.

That was the thing--he wasn't afraid of you hurting him. He had known you a little over half a year but you had proven yourself to be just as valuable to him as his closest companions and shared all of their greatest traits: you were caring like Hange, passionate like Erwin, as headstrong as Isabelle, as focused as Furlan. You were an amalgamation of every person he had ever cared about. They had never done him wrong and he'd be damned if he thought you were any different. The one thing that set you apart from those people, though, was the nature of his bond with you. You had gone from strangers to close friends in no time, which was fine with him, but his attraction to you had been confusing him nonstop since that day he ripped his cape for you. Levi was a total stranger when it came to romance. Having no good role models to show him what romantic love could be like, he grew to fear it. It was just a distraction, a pesky thing like a fly, that could only lead to heartbreak. In a world where death loomed around every corner, Levi felt he couldn't afford to lose any more people. If romantic love was as life altering as people claim it to be, losing a significant other would be world shattering. He put his life on the line many more times than the average person--what kind of boyfriend or husband would he be to subject his girlfriend or wife to the pain of losing her mate? What kind of man would he become if he himself felt the loss of yet another person he would go to the ends of the earth for? As all these thoughts flooded his mind, he still couldn't find it within himself to create a gap between you two. His heart was pounding in his chest and his blood felt like it was on fire as he took the cloth that was still resting on his face from your hand, enjoying the feeling of your skin on his own. He found an unsoiled spot of the same cloth and brought it up to your face, causing you to jump a little at the unexpected contact.

"You got my blood on your face," he said, still not breaking eye contact as he wiped your cheek with a tender brush of the fabric. You smiled airily as you savored this side of Levi rarely seen by anyone. You were sure that in any other lifetime you and Levi would've kissed by now, seeing as you were in such an intimate position, but this universe was far too cruel to allow you to indulge in affection like that. Still, you didn't let that stop you from relishing in the fact that you were here, with Levi, and he seemed to be enjoying himself as much as you were. You knew he would've pulled away in an instant if he didn't want to be so close so you took it as a win. However, you didn't want him to get too overwhelmed from your lovelorn staring so you cast your eyes and chin a bit downward. Levi immediately got your attention again by bringing his free hand to your chin and lifting it delicately so he could see your eyes again. You felt nauseous, but in the best way possible. Did he really just do that? Your heart felt like it was battering against the walls of your chest as Levi kept his eyes trained on you once more. It was like he was trying to use his irises to communicate to you everything he wouldn't dare say out loud. Luckily for him, you understood him perfectly. In a show of your dedication to him, you tilted your forehead forward and he easily comprehended what you were doing, meeting his own forehead to rest on yours. Your noses grazed each other and you had never felt a sense of peace wash over you like it did in that moment.

"I care deeply for you, too," you answered him, voice barely above a whisper. His eyes shined brighter than you had ever seen before and he was ecstatic you accepted the message he found too excruciating to speak. A barely there quirk of the lips was present on Levi, the man beyond relieved that he wasn't the only player in this game of love. You knew it was extremely late and you wanted Levi to rest before the sun came up so you reluctantly pulled away from him.

"Sleep here. I got some rest before you came back so I don't need the bed for tonight. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask." Levi went to protest but you shot him the most serious look you could muster. That was enough to quiet him down as he sunk into the bed, exhaustion creeping over him as he finally succumbed to sleep. You truly weren't tired so you kept your hands busy, scrubbing the blood from his clothes and sewing up his ripped shirt. Before you knew it, the sun started shining into your window and you hurriedly pulled the curtains closed so Levi wouldn't wake up. You were still in a bit of shock that he practically confessed his feelings for you, but you were more so pleased that you weren't misconstruing his actions the past few months. You knew nothing would really change in your relationship after this revelation, and you took comfort in that. You guys would be doing the same things you had already been doing, but with the truth of the intent behind the actions known. There were no expectations or societal pressures you had to bow down to, it would just be two people enjoying each others' presence and knowing you had each other's backs, no matter what. You definitely wouldn't be opposed to it if Levi suggested he wanted to try more romantic things one day, but you were a patient person. You'd wait a thousand lifetimes to kiss him if it meant he was by your side, just existing. Even if he never found himself comfortable enough to try something like that, you wouldn't fault him. His unyielding gaze was more than enough reassurance for you. You were brought out of your thoughts by your growling stomach. It must be time for breakfast! You went down to the dining hall and grabbed your food to go. It was pretty empty, which you figured considering most of the Corps just came back a few hours ago. You took a few pieces of fruit and some bread for Levi as well, carrying all of it up in a napkin. You'd make him some fresh tea when he woke. You quietly slid out a chair at the table to eat so you didn't make a mess and stress Levi out with your crumbs everywhere. As you ate, your eyes wandered along the room but they, of course, landed on the black haired man in your bed. His chest rose and lowered with the deep breathing of sleep and his lips were slightly parted. In all honesty he looked pretty beat up and you hoped his recovery would go smoothly. He hated being out of commission and you were eager to take him on your charity trip to the interior. You peeked out of the curtains and saw the sun was now high in the sky, signaling early afternoon. You wrote up a small note to hang on your door to tell people to drop off their torn clothes in a quiet manner outside the door and you'd get started on them in order of first come, first served. With a full tummy and in a dark, warm room, you felt yourself starting to get sleepy. You tried to blink away the tiredness but it was no use as you were yawning nonstop. You hadn't heard any footsteps outside your door meaning work hadn't been dropped off for you yet. You figured a little nap wouldn't hurt so you tried resting your head on the table but you were supremely uncomfortable. Levi had your only pillow and you frowned at your lack of thinking things through. You didn't want the creaking of the door to wake him or else you would've gone to his room for an extra pillow. You figured he wouldn't care if you shared the bed, right? You'd just lay your head near his feet and it'd be like you weren't even there. You stealthily placed the chair at the foot of the bed and laid your head on your outstretched arms. It must've been even comfier than you expected because you fell asleep almost instantly.

Levi immediately woke up when he felt the bed dip slightly but when he saw it was you, he calmed down right away. He couldn't resist wearing a soft grin when he noticed you were out like a light once your head hit the plush mattress. Feeling comforted by your company, he was able to fall back asleep as well, this time dreaming of you.

Chapter 10

Taglist: @blueeclipsepaperstudent

[itwasthereaminuteago]

Just some Fratt :)

Frank pours another cup from his thermos, wincing as the coffee is now lukewarm because he's been waiting here so long.

There's a soft thud from a few feet away and Frank flings the rest of the coffee over the edge of the roof with a grumble.

"What took you so fuckin' long?"

"Traffic was terrible." The red masked figure emerges from out of the shadows, teeth set in a grin.

"Yeah, real funny, Red."

"Any movement?" Matt asks, quickly changing the subject from their usual exchange of snark.

Frank looks back across to the warehouse he's been watching for the last hour or so. "Nah. Whatever they had goin' on they've moved somewhere else.

Matt focuses and listens, not because he doesn't believe Frank, but because he wants to find an excuse to hang around.

"Well, looks like I dragged you out here for nothing." Matt apologises.

Frank caps his thermos. "Maybe not. Was gonna ask you somethin'..."

~

Footsteps echo off the damp pavement. Together, they're a mixed muddy thrum of noise, but if Matt angles his head just right and concentrates, he can pick out the sound and gait of a familiar pair of boots approaching.

He reaches for the knot of his tie again, trying to tug it straight.

"Am I late?" A gruff but warm voice asks. Matt can smell the black coffee, and... a spritz of unfamiliar cologne on him? He didn't remember Frank normally wearing any scent. Was this for him?

"Uh no. I'm early." Matt responds, still wrestling with his uncooperative tie. It's too formal.

Frank raises a brow, scratches under his jaw. "Nervous?"

"No... I just- wasn't sure if..." Matt trails off, slightly worried that Frank will jump on him for it. Why is he so damn nervous anyway?

However, Frank says nothing, simply taking a step toward the lawyer and reaching for his collar.

"Wait, what're you-"

"Relax," Frank snorts as he loosens off the dark blue tie, pulling it off completely and stuffing it in his jacket pocket. He undoes the top couple of buttons on Matt's shirt. "Much better. Okay, you ready?"

Matt finds himself unmoored, the fading touch of the other man's fingers lodging somewhere deep in his brain. Why was he losing his cool so much over this?

It's just Frank.

It's just a date.

"You uh, been to this place before?" Frank asks him.

Matt nods, "Yeah, food's great and Karen told me it's pretty inside." he says with a small smile that Frank finds adorable. Nonetheless, he decides to wind him up a little.

"Karen, huh?"

Predictably, Matt reaches for the tie that's no longer there, feeling slightly flustered by the question, however Frank takes pity on him, changing the subject before Matt can stutter out some sort of explanation he doesn't need.

"So you'll know what's good to eat. How 'bout you pick me somethin'?"

"Sure," Matt responds, "Do you mind some spice?"

"Yeah, I can handle it." Frank replies, clicking his tongue in his cheek, which only serves to heat Matt's neck at his surprisingly flirtatious tone.

Matt orders a variety of dishes he thinks Frank might enjoy, and they share a bottle of red wine, the conversation flowing much easier than he had feared from their previous combat-based encounters. It was so different seeing Frank like this, in such a 'normal' situation, and if the other man was approaching it like a mission to get Matt into bed, then he was definitely succeeding.

[chickenkupo]

Just My Luck - Chapter 2

Summary: As Wriothesley and Neuvillette continue their sensual activities, more starts to develop about his current situation and steps moving forward. What's this about the claim law? Why is he having to meet with other people? One final return to his land? A single wish?

Wait, he didn't ask for this choker!

Recommendations: Kinda obvious, but I highly suggest reading the first work under this, Just My Luck, for more background and spicy scenes.

Warnings: General audience, some hints of spicier scenes, but this is building up to more *wink, wink, nudge, nudge*. Neuv is possessive as always, and it gets even worse here, so if you're not into that, this isn't for you. Religious tones, cause they're gods and all that. Consent? Pfft, you're happy here, don't worry about it. This has not been beta-read, this is shit from my head that I was like damn, I kinda wanna write that and yall seemed to like the last one so here's the next part. As promised, this will be a Tumblr exclusive for a few days, until I get back from my convention. It will then be posted on AO3, probably late Sunday, so if you follow me on there, if you want you can leave a kudos, comment, random recipe, idgaf, just enjoy it.

Also, this is hilariously long again, and I'm writing this THE NIGHT BEFORE I FREAKING LEAVE FOR MY CONVENTION WHEN I SHOULD BE CON CRUNCHING MORE GRRRRRR MY BRAAAAIN

Enjoy :D

Time was lost upon Wriothesley as him and the hydro god Neuvillette shared many more intimate moments, wrapped up in each other and exploring every inch of their bodies. Hours, days, or even weeks could have passed for all he knew. The moment that he would pass out from pure bliss, he would awaken only to be fucked again by the god, repeatedly, either quick repeated sessions, or long and sensual ones. Regardless, he would be completely lost to his senses either way. The two would only take breaks to either make sure that Wriothesley was well nourished or needed to be freshened up. At first, Wriothesley still held a small sense of apprehension to the situation at hand, but once he started to repeatedly lose himself to pleasure, his body and soul almost seemed to ache and crave more from his newfound god and owner. What was once slight resistance turned into complete acceptance, and Neuvillette was more than willing to indulge.

This morning, however, was much different from the rest. Instead of being woken up by coaxing hands, or a long, draconic-like tongue caressing his body all over, Wriothesley instead awoke, wrapped up in the smooth, silk sheets of their bed, completely alone and without that damned draconic tongue running up and down his body, or his sharp claws tracing his muscles and leaving behind a light red, possessive trail. Instead, his body was well rested, no marks marring his body that he could see, and he knew for a fact that before half of this divine room had been put in a state of disarray with their brutal love making, but upon viewing the room once his eyes focused from his previous state of sleep, he saw that the room was utterly spotless and was in the same condition he found it in, as if nothing had ever happened.

Confused, Wriothesley raised himself to sit up, slowly, wincing as he took his time moving his limbs and settling himself at the edge of the bed. In an odd sense, Wriothesley took comfort in the soreness that he felt all over, it was a sure symbol that he didn’t dream up any of their interactions, blushing as he started to slowly remember certain memories of their coupling, of the moans, growls, begging…

Yeah, he needed to stop there before he had another problem to take care of. Blushing deeper, he realized that he was completely nude and scrambled to grab the soft sheets of the bed and draped it over himself to hide his body. Though at this rate the hydro dragon surely knew his body in detail, probably better than he himself knew it, he didn’t want to run the chances of someone entering and seeing himself in such a state. After taking a moment to mentally prepare himself, he stood up with the sheets draped over and around his body, his muscles protesting lightly at his movements. Since there was still no other presence with him, he decided to review his surroundings, he supposed that it wasn’t every day that a human such as himself would be claimed by a god and brought to their heavenly home, so ought as well to see what this god collected. If the stories he heard as a child were true about dragons, he was sure to see some treasures the likes of which the eyes of man may have never seen before.

As he started to explore bookshelf after bookshelf, he found all sorts of trinkets ranging from golden cased scrolls, to tablets with odd writings of a language long forgotten, to even fragments of broken weapons that seemed as ancient as time itself. Wriothesley was tempted to touch these artifacts, but somehow, he could sense a pulsating energy from all of them, and he wasn’t really in the mood to test what kind of reaction they would have with him if he made any sort of contact. Continuing onward, he observed rows of books in countless different languages, paintings that adorned the walls that depicted scenes, he assumed, were of different events in history, all intricately detailed and almost seemed to weave into each other, as if it were a giant storybook come to life. His eyes widened as he walked up to the last piece of art, gripping the sheets that were hugging his body tightly to his person, heart racing as he tried to process what he was seeing.

The portrait that stood before him was a realistic painting of Neuvillette, perfectly depicted in the same robes Wriothesley saw when he was first ushered to this place, standing in front of a watery throne within a court with a masked audience around him. Neuvillette’s arm extended with his clawed hand grasping a long, beautiful, jeweled chain, embedded with gorgeous glimmering gemstones of black, grey and white, that connected to a choker on the individual that was in front of him. That figure that stood before him was wearing the choker, had very similar black and grey hair, scarred skin and wore robes which matched the colors of the choker, and just as magnificent as the robes that Neuvillette wore. It was undeniable that the person in the portrait was himself, and that struck fear into his very being. His mind couldn’t comprehend what the picture meant, and he didn’t want to stay and find out. All the euphoria that he experienced when having endless sex with Neuvillette before seemed to fade from his mind as panic started to arise. He wasn’t even sure what he wanted to do, he had no idea the layout of where he was at now, no telling how many gods were likely just around the corner to capture him and bring him back to the hydro dragon god.

Right as Wriothesley was about to turn around and debate thinking of escape plans, he felt familiar arms wrap around his torso from behind, pressing him against a very familiar, slim but chiseled chest, lips pressed against his neck, delivering light kisses. Wriothesley sighed as he relaxed into the grip, cuddling his head closer to the one assaulting his neck, now with nipping love bites. Previous thoughts eluded him as his body started to readily accept the familiar touches of his god, knowing its home and proper place before his mind did.

“Mm...” the dragon rumbled; lips felt against Wriothesley’s neck in a smirk. The dragon was pleased, Wriothesley’s body already being trained so well to respond to him and know who owned him. The claimed man let out a small moan, a call that was all too familiar with Neuvillette. His claimed wanted more, and only from him. Normally, he would be swift to take the two of them to bed and continue to ravage his body. However, more important matters were at hand. Though, the dragon couldn’t resist, his clawed hands pulling at the fabric that was wrapped around his claimed, lowering it so that more of his toned chest and abs were exposed, of which his hands continued to explore and grope, possessively.

As Neuvillette continued to overstimulate Wriothesley by giving his neck and torso attention, there was a sudden sound of a clasp being locked, and Wriothesley felt an odd sensation around his neck that felt much too still to be the one he was familiar with, as the dragon’s tongue would be massaging it by now and licking up and down, leaving wet, possessive trails behind. No, this, this felt like a collar…a…

“Choker…?” Wriothesley managed to grunt out, trying to break the haze that was in his mind like a fortified fortress.

The arms that were wrapped around him let him loose, a hand still placed on his back for support as the powerful hold that was placed on Wriothesley to keep him distracted was suddenly lifted. The man staggered forward a bit, regaining his senses and control, as his hands immediately reached up to his neck to feel the chained choker that was securely placed, and not moving an inch, no matter how hard he tried to remove it. The force he put on it didn’t even affect the light pressure it gave as a constant reminder that it was there. No, the choker refused to harm him in any way, but it also refused to release him.

Wriothesley looked around the room and noticed a long mirror that was placed on one of the walls, of course elegantly decorated, almost overly so. He quickly ran over and took note of his appearance, hands still tightly grasped around that which was currently binding his neck. As it was in the painting, so it was in person. The same exact collar was dressing the skin of his neck, with a chain leading off that appeared to fade into thin air at about the third or fourth link down, as if it weren’t even fully part of reality.

As if sensing his confusion, Neuvillette gently tightened his hand into a firm grip, and there in his grasp was more of the chain that directly connected to Wriothesley that suddenly took on full physical and solid form with the added tension from the god, tugging ever so slightly on it. Instantly, Wriothesley felt a gentle pull towards Neuvillette, glaring at him. Neither had to exchange words for them both to understand that each knew what this meant, though the claimed did have a remaining question for the god.

“How far? How far are you able to do that from?” Wriothesley asked, trying to growl his words out to give some form of intimidation, but it only came out in a feeble whimper, of which he was embarrassed, but nothing he could do about that now.

Neuvillette, in response, offered him a wide, handsome smile, the light within the room bouncing off his figure, as helping him to gloat about his omnipotence.

“There is no world too far, no heaven too high nor hell too deep, where you won’t be connected to me.”

The look of finality in Neuvillette’s eyes gave Wriothesley the horrific assurance that the hydro dragon god was not lying, could he even lie to Wriothesley? There was no sense of escape from him, and it even felt down in his core that the sooner that he accepted this, the sooner he could live.

Wriothesley turned back to his mirror image, looking at the newly formed bruises on his neck and how they were already beginning to fade. He could only imagine the sorts of changes his body had undergone, having been in the realm of the gods for so long now, and having exchanged bodily fluids with a god, himself. Though, one scarring did remain, the night of the first claiming when Neuvillette bit him, the scars from that bite persisted, never healing, only shown off in emphasis by the choker, as there was a wide circular gap on the exact spot of the bite scars, as if to blatantly show any idiot that dared show interest that Wriothesley was taken, by one the highest level of divinity existing.

There wasn’t much that Wriothesley could ask his god next, but the obvious.

“Well, what do we do now? What else are you going to do to me?” asked Wriothesley, looking at the god in question, his arms closing in on himself to try to make himself smaller, subconsciously.

Neuvillette simply stared at him for a moment, taking in his somewhat ruined form. The sheets were barely hanging onto his claimed now and though the bruises were beginning to fade, their presence was still there. A sense of satisfaction emitted from Neuvillette in the form of a low rumble of approval. There would be no questioning his ownership of Wriothesley now, and if anyone dared, they would be met with the fury of an enraged god, and no one would be there to save them.

After looking over Wriothesley for a little longer, Neuvillette finally decided to answer his question.

“I believe it would be nice for you to get acquainted with other claimed from your homeland of Fontaine. It will do you some good to hear from others in your same, albeit a small bit, different situation. From there, I will grant you one last visit to your old lands, and one final request before you are spirited away back here, to your new home for good, as the claiming law permits. Meeting and conversing with these individuals may help you come to a decision.” Neuvillette stated, not his face not giving way to any emotion, as his gaze was directly on his claimed, observing.

At the mention of having one last visit to his home, Wriothesley’s eyes lit up, only to simmer back down once Neuvillette made it very clear that this is a one and done sort of situation. There will be no going back after the allowance, no returning. His body even felt like it was repulsed by the idea of returning to a world that was so harsh to it, constantly in some sort of pain, suffering or form of anxiety. It craved the warmness of the skies here, the fulfillment that his god would constantly bring him, no worries in the world, only bliss and contentment in this new world that he still barely understood. But his mind, his mind knew that he needed to check in on his adoptive family one last time, the love he had for family fiercely flowed through him.

“Right…when will this meeting take place, then? I doubt presenting myself in my current state would be appropriate.” Wriothesley said rather carelessly, letting his thoughts flow freely.

At the mention of others taking view of his body like this, Neuvillette growled, fiercely, his eyes lighting up in a fit of jealously. No one was to view his claimed like this, ever. This was a treat, a blessing, that Wriothesley could only bestow to him and him alone.

“H-Hey! I said I wouldn’t! Tch-!” Wriothesley cried out in frustration, holding the sheets even more tightly to his body, a blush appearing on his cheeks. The thought of a god wanting him like this and becoming so possessive made him feel embarrassed in a way, but he did delight in it a bit, that he would not deny.

“Do not even fathom such events in your mind, or speak them into existence. You are my claimed, by my right. No one is viewing you like this but me. Do you understand, Wriothesley?” Neuvillette asked, his hand raised and once more held into a tight fist, pulling the chain to give a noticeable tug.

Wriothesley jerked forward a bit, catching himself, as he began to look up and glare at Neuvillette, but simmered down once he saw the fury in the dragon’s eyes. A chill went down his spine, noting that his own existence could be extinguished like a simple afterthought, if Neuvillette so deemed it. Instead, he bowed his head in respect.

“I-I apologize, it won’t happen again, I was out of line for even speaking of that.” Wriothesley admitted, a part of him hating that he was displaying such a level of submission, but at the very core of his soul, he knew that this would be the new normal for him.

“You will be meeting with them this afternoon. I will have my servants come and deliver your clothes. You are to either remain under the sheets in the bed or go to an adjoining room until they are done delivering your garments. From there, they will lead you to where you need to go. I will remove myself from the situation, so that your final request will come more clearly to you without my influence.” Neuvillette stated, but spoke no further after that, waiting for Wriothesley to respond.

“Alright then, I suppose...? How do I address you now, anyway, given our set of circumstances?” Wriothesley asked, in genuine curiosity.

Without a moment of hesitation, Neuvillette offered a simple reply.

 “Husband. You may call me your husband, dear wife.”

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Wriothesley couldn’t believe his eyes, once the servants of demigods and lesser gods left him to his own devices, having delivered him to an elegant garden outside of what appeared to be a giant mansion. He spent a decent amount of time wondering about, taking in the sights of fauna that he had never seen the likes of before. Beautiful, blooming flowers, with petals so large they could be mistaken for giant leaves. Normally he’d be having a sneezing fit by now, but as he continued to walk through what felt like constant mazes of twists and turns, his nose never once started to sting or eyes starting to water. This place was perfect, too perfect.

It didn’t take long before he came to a more open section of the garden, with silver tables strewn about, plates of pastries, coffees and other fine assortments on small serving platters at each. He expected for such a place to be quite crowded, but instead it appeared that there were only a handful of others, and from their lack of a powerful aura, as well as similar spectacular adornments around their necks, that these must be the claimed that Neuvillette had mentioned earlier. He knew for certain that Neuvillette wouldn’t have let him wonder about and encounter anyone that he wasn’t supposed to.

Wriothesley, nervously, adjusted the tie of his suit, making sure that it hung lazily around his neck. He was never the one to be dressed so fancily, and although he enjoyed the colors of the suit that matched those of the binding choker, he still felt out of place. Simple rags and clothes were fine for him, but there was no way, especially now being a claimed, that he would be allowed to do such a thing anymore. He’d simply have to get used to all the abundant elegance, as much as it currently annoyed him.

“Monsieur! Monsieur! Are you the new claimed from Fontaine? I simply must have a word with you, I have so many questions!” A lively voice giggled at him from a table near where he was standing. Looking over, Wriothesley took note of a young woman with long, lusciously curled blonde hair and the brightest, peppiest blue eyes he had ever seen, and a face with slight makeup that accented everything beautiful about her. A light breeze picked up, as she made a struggling sound, trying to keep her heavily decorated hat atop her head, her gorgeous amber and black coded dress moving in the breeze with her. Though women weren’t his taste, he would be a fool to not admit that she was stunning, with such a kind and playful charm.

A light tugging could be felt around his neck, a clear warning. Wriothesley mentally sighed to himself, growling in his mind that he could appreciate the appearance of someone without it being a threat. The tightness subsided, but slowly. His husband was a rather jealous god, wasn’t he?

“Here! Let me get that for you!” Wriothesley cried out as he reached for it, but the young woman was able to hold the hat back down to her head just in time, swatting away his hand with a simple motion, making sure to not make any physical contact with him.

“Oh, no, it’s fine! I appreciate the gesture for help, though. You’re new here but I’m sure you already know that our gods are rather…peculiar about who is allowed to touch their claimed, and mine is certainly no different. I’m honestly surprised they agreed for us to have such a private, introduction with each other! So, less chance of angering them, the better, you know?” The young woman giggled, with a bright smile. She didn’t seem phased by any of the situation or upset in the slightest. In fact, her eyes started even shining more brightly as she picked up a small macaroon from the serving tray, happily munching on it.

“Ah! Where are my manners?! I apologize, when I see sweets, my mind tends to wander!” The young woman cleans her hands off with a neatly woven napkin. “The name is Navia, Navia Caspar! Leader of the Spina di Rosula!” Navia giggled, with a slight bow of her head.

Wriothesley stared at her, almost in awe and with some slight confusion, as he tried to piece this information together. Navia took notice of this, her smile fading as there was a sense of concern growing within her that was quite evident. After Wriothesley took notice of her change in attitude, he cleared his throat as he took a sip of tea that had suddenly appeared, already poured for him. No doubt something that his husband was probably responsible for, in some sort of way. Especially since it was his favorite flavor, which just enough sugar and milk to soothe his nerves.

As he calmed down a bit, Wriothesley looked up at Navia’s worried eyes, and finally decided to speak on the matter. “Miss…Navia, I apologize. I didn’t mean to bring any sort of worry to you but, I’m going to be honest. I find it hard to believe what you told me, but your name matches and from what I remember hearing through stories as a kid I just…” Wriothesley sighed, as he continued. “The Spina di Rosula, that was an ancient organization, there’s not even that many texts about it, adults told us stories about the group, like they would be watching us from the shadows and if we were bad, they’d take us away. I didn’t think that you all were real…” continues, in awe and a tad bit of regret. It was probably best if he had just kept his mouth shut, but a part of himself felt like she deserved to know what he did.

Navia stared at him, almost in a glare, as if he were trying to offend her with such ridiculous information. But, as he continued to stare and notice that his reaction and words were probably genuine, her frown deepened as a part of her seemed to break out of whatever hold this realm seemed to establish on the claimed individuals.

“W-what do you mean…? Of course, we were real! Royalty of Fontaine hired us for information collection, bodyguard services! Kids didn’t fear us, they wanted to join us!” She yelled out, hands slamming down on the table, the goodies on the serving tray being moved ajar due to the outburst. Wriothesley merely sat back in a shocked expression, not saying another word and making the situation worse than what it was. Though, surprisingly, Navia seemed to gather herself, fixing her dress and hat, and sighing in defeat.

“I apologize for my outburst there. It’s not often that I meet people from my nation and I, I forget that time moves differently here. I truly do not know how much time has passed and I just assumed you might be from my period…” Navia explained, with a small, sad smile.

“Ah, no, it’s completely my fault and I apologize. I shouldn’t have just blurted all of that out like that, and I’m completely lost when it comes to the passage of time here. Do you have any idea how it works?” Wriothesley asked, hoping to step away from the sensitive topic, while also trying to get enough information out of her to come to some logical conclusion.

“No, I wish I did. Every time a new claimed comes, they’re from all different time periods, or even worlds. It’s been extremely difficult to try to keep up from and when we were. I’m sorry, I wish I could offer more help!” Navia stated, pure disappointment playing through her voice.

“No, no, don’t apologize.” Wriothesley stated, trying to wave off her statement, but taking note of the information, or lack thereof, that she provided. “Sorry, I came to this…place, with little to no information on how any of this works so I’m just trying to piece it together.”

“Ah! Well, that makes two of us! But sometimes you can’t help but just come to terms with it, you know? You were claimed, same as I, and well, this is our current world and maybe giving it all up for someone else to figure out for us isn’t so bad…” Navia began to trail off.

As she was about to continue their conversation, three other individuals started to walk forward towards their table, one more so rushing towards them than the other two.

“Ah, hello friends, welcome! What a magnificent day, wouldn’t you agree?” A young male’s voice rang out, as he took to taking the seat between Wriothesley and Navia, twisting a top hat in his hands, before tossing it into the air and catching it was ease, doing a little chuckle as he did so, obviously loving to show off.

“Really, brother? Must you be so insufferable as of late? The moment you hear of a new claimed from Fontaine, you absolutely go off the deep end…” Another voice of a young woman popped up, taking another seat closer to Navia, noticeably different from the rest as a pair of cat ears were poking out of her head, and a thin cat tail swooshing behind her in annoyance, her simple dress swaying in the slight breeze as well. A third, smaller, figure took the last seat between the two of them, in a simple suit and hat, keeping his head down, blushing lightly. “Brother…” the smallest one warned, while keeping rather reserved.

“Well, dear sister, it’s not every day that Monsieur Neuvillette takes an interest in anyone…in fact, I think this is the first time! Imagine that! The stoic judge, finally laying the law of claim down on someone. You truly must be extraordinary, Wriothesley!” The young man cheered, a devilish smirk plastered on his face, earning a gaze from his sister across the table.

“Lyney! You act like you’re so casual about the Iudex, show some respect!” She hisses, literally hisses at him.

“Wait, how do you know my name?” Wriothesley finally manages to speak up, looking at the trio. Navia stares at them as well, though a small fraction of a smile gives way that she knows more to the situation than he does.

“Well, duh! That’s our job! Father makes sure that we have information on just about everyone as soon as possible.” Lyney shrugs, as he leans back in his seat, looking at Wriothesley almost as if what he asked could have been taken as a joke.

“Wait, father…do you mean your god is like a father figure towards you three?” Wriothesley pressed, eager to learn more.

“Mn, that is correct. Not every claimed is under the same circumstances. For you and Navia, your gods chose you as spouses, or mates, and developed a strong relationship through that route of a bond. However, our father took pity on us, as we grew up on the streets of Fontaine as orphans, doing little magic shows or other various street performances to survive. Father kept attending our shows, and we managed to pique their interests. Wasn’t long after that when Father evoked the law of claim, and after appearing in court to Neuvillette, was approved not one, but three claims. It was a rare case, but Father is well, our father now, and strives to teach us about the world and give us the lives we never had, which we should be forever thankful for, right, brothers?” The young lady addressed the other two, having explained all of this to Wriothesley in a rather strict, and yet almost bored voice.

“Y-yes, Lynette…” The smallest boy stuttered out, still choosing to keep his head low, eyes refusing to meet anyone else’s. The boy might shatter if that managed to happen, giving how reclusive he seemed.

“Ah, my dear sister Lynette has such a way with words, doesn’t she?” Lyney states, almost in a dreamful manner, his performance personality surely shining through his every action, it seemed. “Now, let’s get to know you a little more, Wriothesley, plus I’m curious to know how Fontaine is doing here of late. I can only imagine a considerable amount of time has passed since we were claimed.” Lyney says, urging Wriothesley to share his story and any information he may have.

Wriothesley cleared his throat, after taking some more sips of the most delicious tea he’s ever had and tells them every bit of information that they requested of him, and more so. He tells them about the hardships he faced as an orphan with his abusive, adoptive family, how he strove to protect his adoptive brothers and sisters, and what lengths he went through to ensure their well beings. He continues, now adding in the information oh so graciously provided by Neuvillette, where the god had placed such a curse on him to ruin his luck, forcing him towards hardships to help build himself towards deserving a claim from him.

Navia frowns halfway through his story, giving him soft looks of pity, while the other three engage in further conversation.

“Ah, the mighty Iudex works in mysterious ways. A little tough in my opinion, but who am I to judge? Certainly not me towards the actual judge, that’s for sure!” Lyney chuckles, while his sister groans at his obvious attempt at a joke.

“W-Wriothesley…? Are you ready for one last back trip back…soon…?” The small, young boy managed to barely whisper out, but all of them were attentive enough to pay attention and listen, not urging him to speak louder or bring further attention to him. Navia and Wriothesley safely assumed that they were all lucky that he managed to speak at all, especially bringing up a question by himself without any pressuring.

“Is, is this normal? For people like us, I mean?” Wriothesley asked, looking at all of them around the table. All eyes were on him, with a sweet, understanding tone and yet, there was still a hint of sadness and awareness about something that he was dying to figure out.

“Surprisingly, yes, unless the claimed really made their god mad, or earned some sort of divine punishment. After making the claim official with the placing of a collar, necklace, or some sort of other way of marking around the neck, the claimed is usually granted one last visit to their homeland, and one wish while on that visit. Of course, it can’t be anything that would lead to a breaking of the bond, and if you tried to grant yourself distance with the wish from them, don’t bother. It’ll be a complete waste of time for the two of you. It’s already far too late to try to escape, consider this as one last mercy before your new life officially begins.” Lyney takes it upon himself to explain, the rest of them nodding in agreeance.

“Well, I suppose it’s no harm in telling.” Navia speaks up, as she continues. “For my wish, I wanted both of my bodyguards to have Clorinde’s protection while I was away, for as long as they lived. They both served me well in my mortal life, protected me and practically raised me since my parents died when I was still rather young. I spent one last day with them together, before I came home here. I do hope they had the best of lives, they deserved it and so much more…” Navia whispered her last statement, patting her eyes with her elegant napkin, but not in sadness. A wide smile and blush played on her face, clearly remembering the two of them fondly.

“Wait, so you weren’t able to look over them and watch them live their lives out?” Wriothesley asked, anxiety starting to brew within his soul. Everyone know that a claimed was taken out of their regular realm and into one of the divine, but it never fully registered in his mind what that meant, especially since this was the current scenario that he was facing.

Navia simply shook her head before she replied.

“No, our gods like to separate us from our old life, that way we won’t remember the pains and anguishes of the past. I can understand it, to a degree, but I do hate not being able to see what happened to those I care about. It’s part of the curse of the claimed, I suppose you can call it. We’re granted all this greatness, but we must give up our old lives for this new one.”

Wriothesley remained silent as the rest of them started to converse with themselves, about different subjects now, of times now in their new life that they shared, if they had seen that one old god fall down the stairs or see that snooty looking one get what they deserved at the end of the day. He wanted to listen in so badly, but his mind was riddled with questions, as the answers he received only made his drive for knowledge about all of this so much stronger.

It wasn’t until he lifted his head and saw how all of them were getting together, like one small little family.

Family.

They loved and had each other to rely on, to keep them company, to love and to teach each other. His heart ached as he thought for a moment that such an option for him didn’t exist now. Sure, he wasn’t into women, but that never stopped his want of having a family for himself one day, somehow. Sure, he could have a friend family through this Fontaine group, but a part of him wanted something more personal, his own to take care of, a hidden desire he had always had as a regular mortal.

He wanted his own family, would Neuvillette want one with him?

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Our Child: My Turn

Mammon mpreg

Mammon's turn! Let's see how he and MC end up having Mammon carry their daughter Cassia!

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"Mammon..."

The demon was staring at the pregnancy test in the tense woman's hand, brain buffering worse than a YouTube video.

"You...shit." The man cursed, instantly regretting it as he looked up and saw his girlfriend crying. "Babe I--c'mere."

The woman hid her face in the crook of her boyfriend's neck as the greed demon was internally panicking.

He didn't mean to make her cry, honest! When his brain finally realized what he was looking at, all the man could think was how he fucked up once again.

He and MC have literally only been dating for the last month and sleeping together for the last two months. The demon kept telling himself he'd read up on the that birth control rune he's heard about, but just kept forgetting to do it.

Now it's too late; he knocked his girlfriend up and caused her to cry...

Moments like this, Mammon really felt like his brothers were right about him; he was scummy, the lowest of the low, and his stupidity and selfishness has resulted in his Human carrying his kid

Something neither of them was ready for. I mean they only just started dating! And now he's gone and ruined everything.

"I'm sorry, babe; I fucked up, I know it..."

"No!" MC jumped back to meet his eyes. "No, it's my fault; I'm the one pregnant--"

"And I'm the one who put the kid 'n ya."

The demon brought her closer to him once more and pressed his forehead to hers.

"I ain't goin' anywhere, babe." He promised softly. "Whatever you wanna do, I'm here for ya, got that?"

MC nodded as she sniffled.

Honestly, neither of them knew what to do. MC wanted time to think things over and of course Mammon was okay with this.

The man's anxiety was high for weeks and MC's wasn't any better. The couple didn't say another word another word about it, about the baby slowly growing in MC. The human never brought it up and her boyfriend was worried he'd make things worse if he tried to talk about it when all the woman wanted was time to think.

During this time, neither person brought up their dilemma to the other brothers; MC was terrified of what they'd think of her and also didn't want the other brothers hovering over her while she had such a big decision to make. Mammon, on the other hand, was scared shitless of what Lucifer was going to do to him when he found out and, in truth, he really didn't want his younger brothers giving him shit for it either.

MC's morning sickness started making things difficult though.

Obviously, it wasn't the woman's fault, but she was puking so much during the day that it would be weird if the other brothers didn't notice.

At first, they worried that the human had the flu. All of the brothers hovered around her after a bout of morning sickness.

Lucifer had the twins go grab some meds for nausea from the kitchen and felt the woman's forehead with an ungloved hand.

No matter what MC said to the other men, they wouldn't leave her alone. Saying she was 'fine' was not an acceptable answer since they knew she had been puking.

Both MC and Mammon were on edge, but neither could figure out how to get the others to leave her alone.

Lucifer could tell the two were hiding something and was losing patience with the couple.

"Are either of you two going to tell me what's going on or do we really need to take the long way around and make things worse?"

Devil, the second brother felt like shit. He couldn't bring himself to say it though. I mean yeah, this was his secret, but it was also MC's and it was his girlfriend who wanted it to be a secret to begin with.

Because of this, the demon couldn't say anything to his brother.

"Damn it..." He cussed under his breath, his older brother's eyes still drilling into him.

"...I'm pregnant." MC said softly.

All eyes jumped to the human in surprised before darting back to Mammon

And boy, if looks could kill...

MC rushed over to her boyfriend and stood in front of him, as if she could stop the onslaught of judgement from his brothers with her body alone.

"Guys, just don't." She begged them. "It's me, I'm the stupid one, I--"

"Babe."

MC glanced over her shoulder and found her boyfriend staring intensely at her, surprising the human.

He stepped around the woman and pulled her close to him.

"This ain't on you. You can't take the blame for me." He turned to his brothers, his arms still around. "Yeah, I fucked up, okay? I fucked up like I always do and it's worse, I know."

His eyes rested on Lucifer's.

"But I ain't leaving her. I'm takin' responsibility and doin' whatever she needs me to do." He said to his older brother. "Punish me, tie me to the ceiling, scream my name and how I fucked up again...but I'm gonna stay by her and do whatever she needs from me."

The room was quiet. Lucifer pursed his lips as he stared at his younger brother.

Finally, Lucifer stepped forward and laid his hand on Mammon's shoulder, causing the younger demon to flinch.

"I'm proud of you."

...what?

It took the younger brother a second to realize what he heard and another to realize it wasn't the pride demon's weird attempt at a joke.

"...why?" Mammon instantly regretted his words, worried about being called stupid for the billionth time.

"Mistake or not, you're owning up to it." Lucifer told him. "You are standing by MC's side just as you should; you're there for her."

Lucifer took his arm back and folded them across his chest.

"However, what is it that you two plan on doing about this?"

Mammon looked over at MC, whose head was hanging low.

'Shit.' The greed demon thought.

He could tell this conversation was upsetting her, but he also knew all they could do at this point is finish it up so he can focus on comforting her.

"She--"

"I want this baby." The human looked from Lucifer to her boyfriend. "I want this baby, Mammon."

His chest tightened, but he still pulled her in for a hug as she cried.

The couple didn't notice it, but the oldest brother quietly led the others out, giving the two some time alone.

Now that it was decided, the couple had a long road ahead of them 😅

MC's morning sickness only got worse. Even when she entered the second trimester, she was still puking non-stop.

To make things worse, she couldn't eat anything without with it coming back up immediately. It was a battle just trying to keep the woman from getting dangerously dehydrated and getting food in her was nearly impossible.

Mammon tried to comfort his girlfriend, but in truth, the man was terrified. Things did not look good for his Human or their child.

Hell, MC was losing weight. That's not supposed to happen with pregnancy.

This led to Satan using the diagnostic rune on the human...and learning just how fragile they were. Both mother and daughter (as they all learned now) were incredibly weak. At this point, either MC was gonna miscarry and lose the baby or they were both going to die.

Mammon was a mess. In his mind, his fuck up just became so much worse and he was about to lose both of his girls. This was a period where MC became the one comforting him instead of the other way around.

Satan promised to look into solutions for the couple, but even he didn't seem too sure he could help.

Days went by. MC became weaker. Mammon didn't leave her side a single time.

On the fourth day, the blonde knocked on the couple's door and ask Mammon to talk to him out in the hall. The greed demon complained, but stepped out with him

And discovered that the wrath demon actually found a way of saving MC.

The method...honestly made the second brother uncomfortable, but he was desperate and up for anything.

The two men opened the bedroom and Satan winced at the state he saw MC in: barely conscious and struggling to breath; that was how weak the woman has become.

The blonde checked her over with the diagnostic rune once more just in case. Both the woman and the child were in a really bad condition and at this point, it was just a race of who died first: MC or her daughter.

Satan hurried with the preparations, drawing the ritual runes on both MC and Mammon before taking MC's shirt off completely (both men were sorry!) and laying her on top of Mammon, bringing the two stomach to stomach.

Honestly, the men couldn't be sure if MC could hear them while in this state, but they talked to her and explained what they were doing, albeit in a rushed way.

When Satan started the chanting, MC cried out and feebly tried to push away from her boyfriend; the human had no clue what was happening and only felt the strange feeling in her belly that made her panic.

Mammon continued to hold her close and kept apologizing, begging her to stay still and saying it'll be over soon. The woman only heard a bit of his words.

Eventually, the sensation left the woman and traveled to her boyfriend. The sensitive man whined and panted from the intense feeling in his stomach that was making his lower torso expand.

It was overwhelming and scary to the boyfriend, but he never let go of MC or asked Satan to stop.

Finally, the blonde stopped the chanting and the ritual was complete. Mammon now carried his weakened daughter in his new belly.

Satan rushed to get a potion for MC, one that wasn't safe for her originally because of her pregnancy, but now just might save her life.

Mammon gently slid the woman off him and pulled blanket over her bare chest.

The blonde came back with the potion and put it up to her lips, making her drink the bottle's content.

It only took a moment after the bottle was finished for MC's breathing to become more stable.

From there, the woman slept for awhile before waking up, feeling like she was starving, but strangely not nauseated.

That's when she noticed it--her belly was gone.

The woman started to panic. Where's her baby??? Did she miscarry???? Was it all some bad nightmare???

The door clicked open and in came Mammon with a tray of food for her (Asmo cooked and made him take the food to her), a blush on his face

...and a belly he never had before.

"Mammon?" The woman's eye were wide.

Her boyfriend carried the tray over to her and laid it on her lap.

"Please just eat, babe." He said softly.

The woman wanted to push things, but the look in his eyes, the softness of his tone...she couldn't help but just do what she was told.

MC quietly ate the food while Mammon sat at the end of the bed and covered his new belly with his arms.

Minutes went by and the human couldn't stand it anymore.

"Mammon..." She tried again, lowering her soup spoon. "What happened?"

Her boyfriend closed his eyes.

"You...you almost died." He said softly.

MC started to panic again.

"I...Mammon! Where's our daughter?" She begged. "Please, please don't tell me she--"

"She's fine." The man gave a sad smile before patting his new belly. "Papa's got her now."

That's when he told her about the emergency ritual and how he's now the pregnant one in the relationship.

MC was shocked; she didn't think such a ritual could have existed, but she was definitely seeing the outcome of it.

"But...is she okay? Are you?"

"We're fine, babe." Mammon assured her. "Babygirl needs a few days to chill and get nutrients from me or whatever, but Satan said she'll be fine."

The woman tried to move the tray from her lap so she could crawl closer to him, but was still too weak to move it.

"'Ey! None of that!" He scolded her for the attempt. "You gotta be gettin' your strength back, got it?"

After months of seeing her starve and then watching her almost die, this man wasn't taking any chances.

Once she finished her food, Mammon set the tray aside on his dresser before laying down with the human and pulling her close.

MC couldn't help staring his belly, making the demon blush.

"You're really...carrying our daughter?" She asked softly. "You did this...to save me?"

"'Course I did! How could I just go and let you two die on me?"

"You really do love me, don't you?"

Mammon let it slip and said the big L word not long before they discovered she was pregnant. They hadn't even dated for a full month at the time so instead of saying it back, MC just told him he was sweet and kissed his cheek

But...his words were real. Tears filled the woman's eyes, causing her boyfriend to wipe each one that fell with his thumb.

"C'mon, none of that." He told her as he wiped another away. "'Course I love you. I never woulda said so if I didn't, now would I?"

MC leaned in and hugged her boyfriend as tight as she could in her weaken state before laying her hand on his belly.

"I love you too, Mammon." She whispered. "So, so much."

Things between the couple were great there on out. MC slowly gained weight and was able to eat properly again.

Mammon's body was able to handle the pregnancy better than the human's and didn't suffer through the same intense nausea she did. That is not to say he didn't have issues with his new body however.

Hell, finding out his dick up and left him scared the man the point where he screamed when he found out. Yeah, it was good that his daughter had a proper 'exit' or whatever, but he liked that part of his body!

This combined with his ever-growing belly made the man self-conscious and, honestly, scared as hell.

He didn't truly recognize himself in the mirror anymore when he saw his naked body and he hated it.

Luckily, MC was always there for him, always telling him how amazing and 'manly' he was because, honestly, one of his main issues was no longer feeling like a man anymore and no longer feeling like his body was his own.

MC snuggled and kissed her boyfriend whenever he needed it, trying to help him through his dysphoria as much as she could and her boyfriend appreciated it.

Somedays, her love was probably the only thing that kept his spirits up and it only made him fall farther in love the woman.

When the day of the birth came, boy was it loud. Unlike Beel, who was pretty quiet and had a pretty big pain tolerance in his part, Mammon couldn't handle the early contractions without cussing and making sure everyone around him knew.

MC stayed by his side all day, comforting the laboring man and waiting till things progressed closer to the birth.

Once nightfall came, Mammon couldn't handle the pain anymore. He was on the bed panting and crying out to universe to just get his daughter out of him.

Despite the early contractions lasting all day, the active labor lasted about seven hours and MC never left his side.

Finally, crying filled the room and Mammon saw his little girl in MC's arms. He let his head fall back to the pillow and tried to calm his breathing because FINALLY! It's over! Thank the devil it was over!!

MC got their daughter all cleaned up and with happy, tearful eyes, handed their daughter to him. Instantly, a fresh wave of tears hit him as he held his daughter close.

Feeling so very, very grateful that for once in his life, he wasn't a screw up like his brothers said he was. He saved both MC and their daughter, he birthed Cassia and brought her into the world safely.

He saved both of his girls; he didn't screw up and that meant everything to him.

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WC ::: 5,200

A/N ::: I have it bad for Bakugo right now. I pretty much worked on this all damn day. Which will explain any errors you may find. I read and reread on Google Docs but it's almost 11pm and my tired eyes can take no more. It if's horrific, please tell me so I can fix it. I hate a misspelled word. Grammatical is fine. Love grammatical errors. I do them on purpose. Now I'm rambling and need to go to bed. Enjoy! Thank you for having Baku-Flu with me.

C/W ::: Too tired to elaborate. I'll fix it tomorrow. But MINORS, LOOK DOWN AND WALK AWAY. DOWN ... AWAY. Aged up Bakugo, Sorta slow burn, playful banter, alcohol use (not much), oral {M->F}, sex, quippy conversation. The End. Like I said, I'll fix this tomorrow, objectifying Bakugo? Admiring his ass. Idk. Leave me alone.

Hard to Get

It wasn't long after you turned on the tv that your mind started to wander. You were thinking about your best friend's birthday party you just got home from. You were thinking about Bakugo who was there, looking so delicious. 

His neck muscles turned and twitched whenever he moved his head or swallowed something. His lips curled into a sick and tight smirk whenever he looked at you. Your stomach would drop to your pussy and it made you feel sick in the best way.

The show you were watching was of little interest. Your hands had been resting on your spread legs as you lay on the couch, rubbing your inner thighs in slow, soft circles. Unaware of just how much you were turning yourself on while mindlessly daydreaming of him. Of Bakugo, being the one who's resting between your knees, touching you so sweetly. Wishing he was the one edging you closer and closer to your release.

The clock on your mantel chimed, signaling the end of this day and the start of a new one. You had no reason to stay up so you decided to call it and go to bed. You brush your teeth. Wash your face (with cold water - one last attempt at cooling yourself off) and climb into bed.

It was an hour before you even felt tired and it pissed you off that you laid there tossing and turning for so long. Still horny. Still too stubborn to give in and bring yourself some relief. You didn't want to touch yourself. You wanted Bakugo to do it. And since he wasn't here, you were going to throw a little hissy fit that only you would know about. Whatever.

You were just nodding off in your soft blankets and warm bed when your phone lit up and a pretty little chime resonated through your dark room.

"Hey." Is all it said. You didn't recognize the number, not even a little bit. So you texted back that they have the wrong number. No one you know generally texts this late at night anyway. Putting the phone down on your nightstand you rolled over and squished yourself back down into the mattress.

"No, I don't have the wrong number. I got this from {friend's name}, y/n =)."

"Ok, so all that tells me is you're a creepy asshole who harassed my best friend and got my cell number from them. Lose it. Permanently."

"Tsktsktsk. That's no way to talk to the guy who you were making fuck me eyes at over the birthday cake. Now is it, sweetheart?"

You laughed, "{Males name}, I'm so relieved to hear from you! I thought since you were there with your wife and kids you wouldn't notice me making fuck me eyes at you. When can I see you again? WITHOUT the fam, ok? They were a real drag."

"The FUCK! You calling me a creepy asshole is real rich. It's Bakugo, dumbass."

"Who?" This was too fun.

"Oh my God, you're so annoying, y/n. Bye. YOU lose MY number PERMANENTLY!"

"Bakugo, waitttt wait wait! I'm fucking with you lol! Jesus. You're so serious all the time! What're you doing up so late? Isn't it past your bedtime?"

"I don't have a bedtime, little girl. I make my own rules, baby."

"Who you calling a little girl? I'll have you know I no longer piss the bed. Well, unintentionally, anyway."

"YOU'RE FUCKING SICK!"

"You love it. There's no shame when it comes to sex. The dirtier the better, I say."

"..."

"Pussy got your tongue?"

"What?"

You huffed, "Pussy (Cat) got your tongue?"

"..."

Minutes passed before he said anything so you texted him again. "You typing with one hand? You know, some phones have a one-handed setting. It might be helpful for when you're ... well, using one hand for typing and one hand for something else. Just FYI. Anyway, if you're done, I'm going to try and get some sleep. I have stuff I gotta do tomorrow."

"..."

And that was the end of that conversation with Bakugo.

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You woke up just the way you went to sleep: Horny. But you overslept and had some things to take care of before you could even think about doing that. Your shower was quick and way less hot than usual. The clothes you put on were loose-fitting and casual. This is what Saturday's were made for. Being comfortable, getting shit done and then spending the day lounging around.

There was one parking spot left at the post office and you were about to take it when some fucker on a motorcycle swooped in and stole it right out from underneath your tires.

"What the fuck, asshole!" You got out of your car and yelled at the person with the black, stickered helmet sitting on their shoulders. "I was going to park there, kindly move your fucking bike? Jesus."

The person came over to you and stood unnervingly close. So close to you that you had to back up against your car. "Um, personal space, dick." You pushed them away, your fingers dug into their hard chest muscles. You had to admit, with how much you've wanted to fuck lately, they felt so good. But that didn't change the fact they were a total piece of shit for taking this so far.

"You don't recognize me, little girl?"

"Little girl??" Where have you heard that recently. You narrowed your eyes and said, "{Males name}? Is that you hiding your asshole face behind the helmet?"

The man laughed and pulled his helmet off. "Yeah, yeah. It's me, {Males name}. You're a fucking idiot." He chuckled again and leaned in to hug you.

"Heyyy, Bakugo." You said in a quiet little voice. You wrapped your arms around his neck and backed yourself up the rest of the way against your car, pulling him with you. "You ..." you exhaled in his ear, "are so ..." pushing your tits into his pecs, "fucking ... mmmuch of an asshole." Pushing him away you pointed at the spot he took before you even had a chance to turn your blinker on. "I - why do you even need a whole spot? You can just leave that dumb thing on the sidewalk!"

"DON'T!" He grabbed you by the cheeks, squishing them together, causing your lips to squish out. His sudden movement and his hands so rough on you made you weak in the knees. "Don't talk about her like that. Ok?" He looked at his motorcycle and back at you.

You put your hands up, surrendering yourself to his tantrum. "S-sorry. Shit, sorry, ok?" He let go of your face and took a couple of steps back. "What did you need to do here? I can do it for you." He offered.

"I just have to ship this package and drop this in the outbox. I think I can handle it." You started to get back into your car.

"I'm sorry. Fuck. I didn't mean to ---" you shook your head at him, silently asking him to not bother with the apology.

"I get it. And you know what? Here." You tossed the small package to him and dug a $10 out of your pocket and gave that to him as well. "Thanks, parking spot stealer. Catch ya on the flipside."

He moved out of the way as you drove off without so much as a smile, a wave or even a resentful glare. 

But he waved at you.

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The next time you saw Bakugo was at the coffee shop with your friend's boyfriend. You walked in and saw him with his stupid pointy blond hair and that stupid grimace on his stupid ... hot face.

You pretended to not see him even though you noticed him as soon as you walked up to the large window front.

The door chimed, signaling the entrance of a new patron. For some reason, all eyes went to you. Like you were the millionth customer or something.

Still, you kept your eyes on the floor and made your way straight to the order counter.

The cashier took your order and you were about to hand them the $9 for your fancy coffee when Bakugo swooped in and pushed your hand down so he could pay for you.

"Hey, y/n. Uh, lemme get this for ya? Let me make it up for the other day, yeah?" He tried to smile but it didn't really come across as much of a smile. More like a dominant show of teeth.

"Oh, you're ... you're here, too. I can pay for this, thanks tho---" You did your best to convince him to fuck off. But he wouldn't have any of it.

"Goddamn it, don't be an asshole. Let me buy you a coffee. C-consider this will be like a first step in our dating life, hm?" Fuck, he was hot. And he had at least one friend. Even if that friend was your best friend's boyfriend.

"Jesus, Bakugo. Fine! Fine. Pay for the damn coffee. Thanks. Thank you. Ok? You happy? I owe you now." You stepped back so he could pay. He put his hand on the curve of your waist as he moved passed you. It was fairly obvious what kind of effect it had on you. Your face turned a sweet shade of pink, your eyes blew out until they were almost all pupils. You just hoped he wouldn't see.

"You ok, y/n? You look like you're going to barf." He said.

"I'm not going to barf, you idiot. I just," you looked down the front of his body and left your eyes on his inseam.

"Y/n? you just ...?" He lifted your chin with his index finger, bent down a little and tilted his head to look into your eyes before your face was completely up.

"Huh? Wha-? Oh! I just need coffee. Just ... coffee. Can I get that to go, please? I gotta, I gotta go." You grabbed the coffee and stormed out.

"Hey! Y/n, whe- wait!" Bakugo called after you but you didn't stop. "The fuck. The actual fuck." He said to his friend.

They shrugged. "I've always thought she was a little odd." He laughed.

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You called up your friend who gave him your cell number. Immediately going into your yelled speech as soon as they answered their phone.

"WHAT is wrong with you? You know, since you gave that dumbass my phone number he's been texting me and turning up everywhere I go! Did you give him my calendar too? 'Cuz I swear to fucking god, he was at the post office the other day. He stole my fucking parking spot. And then he was at the coffee shop just now. I swear to god he's everywhere now, {best friend's name}!! What have you done?"

"Who is this?" She laughed.

"Fuck, really?!" You yelled at her again. "I'm serious. He's everywhere. He's ... he's ..." You couldn't finish your thought.

"Hot as shit? You want his cock? You want his lips all over your body? You want his babiessss!? Oh my god! You want his babies!" She was in hysterics at the thought.

"You're the devil. You're really ... straight from hell. And I love you. But he's popping up in the places I frequent that I've never seen him at before."

There was silence on her end, until you heard voices in the background.

"Is {boyfriend's name} home?" You waited for her to answer you, hearing a third voice in the room. "Is Bakugo there? Jesus Christ. He's stealing you from me. I gotta go. I'll talk to you later." Enough was enough. Though you didn't know how friendly he had been with them in the past, you do know that Bakugo was becoming more and more a part of your life and the lives of your close friends.

Your cell rang. It was a number that you hadn't saved, but you suspected it was your new stalker.

"Hello, Bakugo?"

"Hi, pissy pants. Come over." You didn't love the nickname.

"Come over where? And no. I don't want to." You couldn't help but smile. You were really enjoying the attention he was giving you. Despite your best efforts to hate him, he was wearing you down.

"Come to your girlfriend's house. We're having an impromptu game night. Bring some shit to drink. See you in 30. And don't shower. You smell great as it is. See ya, sweetheart." And he hung up. Not even giving you a change to protest his garbage invitation to someone else's house.

"Don't shower? That's ... huh." You grabbed your keys and wallet and drove to the store to buy some shit to drink, as per his instruction.

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You parked in your friend's driveway, essentially blocking Bakugo's motorcycle in between your car and their garage. You laughed at how pissed it would probably make him. A silent victory. 

A petty victory.

Walking in the front door, you saw Bakugo sitting on the couch. His legs spread, hands resting on his thighs. Just daring you to look at him. Anywhere.

"What's going on tonight?" You asked. "Asshat over here called me and told me to bring shit to drink and that it was an impromptu game night? Well, I'm here and I have the shit." Raising the bottles in your hand you showed them off to the 3 other people there.

They all cheered and came to you. Your friend and her boyfriend took the bottles and Bakugo gave you a hug. A lingering hug.

"Hi, pissy pants," he smiled devilishly at you and pressed his hips into yours and his nose into your neck.

It sends a pulse throughout your whole body. You slipped and your breath got caught in your throat. You hoped he wouldn't notice.

"Excited to see me, too? Good. I can't stop thinking about you." He said against your ear.

"I, uh ... yeah. What's up?" You patted him on the back and pushed him away, taking a deep breath when you were finally free of his grasp. "Who's ready for game night? Let's go!"

The next hour or so went by in a haze. The group of you laughing and drinking and playing some board game that was on the coffee table. You won a lot. Bakugo kept losing and it made you smile. He was a terrible loser to his core. There was no in between. At one point, he almost flipped the coffee table over. 

You were starting to get drunk. You knew it because that display of raw agitation at something so stupid made your stomach knot up. His shit coping was turning you on.

"I'll be right back." You stood and walked down the hallway to the bathroom. You walked in and turned the light on and shut the door behind you. You tried to shut it behind you but there was a foot in the way. "Jesus. Bakugo, what the fuck." You laughed.

He pushed his way in and locked the door behind him. "We're … talking."

"Now?" You asked. "I was just about to pee. You can wait." You started to walk back toward the door but he grabbed your waist and pushed you back against the sink.

"We're talking, y/n. So fucking listen."

"Ok, I'm listening. What do you want to talk about?" You smiled up at him, your lips slightly parted and your eyes set on his.

"You." He said. "You're driving me fucking insane, ya fuckin' brat. You're always walking around with those pretty tits and that fat ass, making me lose my goddamn mind. I can't stop thinking about you. Your lips, your pussy ... Fuck. I wanna taste you." His hands were all over you. Raking up and down your back, over your ass and thighs.

"Mmm, you think I have a fat ass?" You whispered. He nodded. "You're so silly, Bakugo. You think you can just say those things to me and I'll let you have me? You really think that?"

He nodded again. "I'm going to have you. And you're … gonna let me. That's how this is gonna go."

"Is it?" You laughed. "What if I say no?"

"Then I'm going to fuck you anyway. You want me to. I know it. I like games too, sometimes. I can play any ... little thing … you want. But, I'm just going to take what I want, y/n. And you're going to be begging me to keep going." He grabbed your tits and squeezed them until you moaned.

"I bet you'd love that." You exhaled.

"Fuck, I bet you would too." He pulled you in for a kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you could feel your body getting hot. Your reaction to him was just about the most primal thing you'd ever experienced. You two were drawn to each other like magnets.

"Mmm ... mm-mm." You pushed him back and put your fingers to your lips. "What are we doing, Bakugo? This ... I don't know what you think this is ... but ... I just." You shook your head. "I need to pee. So ... shoo! Go on."

"You're so full of shit. Just admit you want me as much as I want you." He licked his lips and turned around, unlocking the door and walking out. "See you in a minute." He winked at you.

You locked the door behind him and went to the toilet. You looked at yourself in the mirror. "This can't be real. This can't be fucking real." You sat down and tried to compose yourself.

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The next time you saw Bakugo was at the grocery store. You were getting some groceries for the week when you heard someone behind you clearing their throat.

It was him.

"Hi, pissy pants. Fancy seeing you here, of all places."

"Ohh-kayy. You don't even fucking live in this neighborhood! What the hell are you doing over here? Seriously, Bakugo." You looked around to make sure there were people who could hear you. "I don't love you! You need to stop following me, I WILL call the police, you freak!" You couldn't stay composed any longer and started to laugh.

"Oh, ha-ha. God you're an asshole." He eventually laughed, too. "Seriously, though. You won't text me back. Why?"

You shrugged, "I dunno. You're weird."

"What do you mean by that, y/n?"

"You're ... just ... I don't know." You shook your head. "I need to get back to my shopping."

He nodded. "Yeah, I get it. I'm not what you thought I'd be. Not really. But I'm not all bad, either, y/n."

"Hmm, I don't know. I think you're ... well, maybe I've misjudged you. It's not like I really know you. But, I don't know. I'm sorry for saying you're weird. You're not weird, necessarily. I don't know." You looked at him, curious about what he'd say next.

"It's ok. I'm used to people thinking I'm an asshole. It's just ... I like you. I wanna ... I don't know." He leaned over his cart and put his chin in the palms of his hands.

"Go out with me?"

"I thought you'd never ask, y/n! This is, oh my gosh. This is all so sudden! Yes! Yes, of course I'll go out with you!" He smirked. "Let me know when, y/n. See ya later, sweetheart." He took off in the opposite direction, knowing full well you were staring at his ass.

You bit your lip and watched him walk away. "Yup, still hot. Fuck."

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It was the night of your friend's boyfriend's birthday party. Bakugo had been texting you for days, trying to figure out where you'd be and what you'd be doing. You told him you'd be there. So there you were. In a pretty red dress that hugged your curves. And matched his eyes.

"Well, hello." He said as you walked up to him. "Wow, you look so fucking sexy. I love this. I love this dress. I love ... it." He was trying to contain himself.

"Oh, this old thing?" You giggled and grabbed him by the hand, pulling him onto the dance floor. "Dance with me, Bakugo!"

"I'm not really much of a dancer."

"That's disappointing. They say that men who dance are 10x's more likely to make a woman climax in bed. Or on the couch. Or the shower. Anywhere. Guess I'll dance by myself." You shrugged and laughed at your bullshit fact and the effect it had on his face.

"Oh my God, you're going to be the death of me, y/n. Come on." He put his arm around your waist and you two danced for the rest of the night.

A slow song came on and he pulled you to him. He tucked your hand against his chest and he held you close by the small of your back with his right hand. “You having fun, y/n?” He asked, looking down the front of your dress.

“Not as much fun as you, apparently. I can feel that, by the way.” You smirked, gesturing down between the two of you with your eyes. “But yeah, I am, actually. Thank you for dancing with me. You’re surprisingly not that shit at it.” 

Bakugo lay his head down on your shoulder and softly kissed your neck. "Let's get out of here." He said, his lips touching your ear as he raised his head and whispered to you. "Let's go back to your place."

You nodded. "Yes. NOW." You grabbed his hand and walked out.

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Once you got to your place, you ran upstairs and put on some music. Your favorite song came on and you danced around your room for a minute before Bakugo walked in, looking at you with the most heavy, lustful eyes you've ever seen.

He slowly walked over to you and put his hands on your waist, pulling you in for a kiss. It was sweet and soft. "Y/n. How hot you are."

You shook your head, "Me? Bakugo, you are ... you are ... so fucking hot. You make me feel so ... I don't know. Like ... like I have no control over myself. You just ... you do this thing to me. It's like my whole body catches fire and then melts and I just want to ... fuck, I want to fuck you."

"I think I can make that happen." He looked at you, waiting for you to make the next move.

You pulled him over to your bed and pushed him down on it. "I'm in charge. Got it? I'm in charge." You climbed on top of him, your hands pushing his shoulders back as you straddled his waist.

"No, no you're not. But nice try." He flipped you over and held your wrists above your head. "You're mine, y/n. You're all fucking mine. I'm going to make you feel good. I'm gonna make you cum so hard, you'll be screaming my name for days because you’ll be too damn stupid to remember anything else." He smiled and kissed your neck, his hand moving down your body to your panties.

You gasped and bucked your hips up, "Fuck, Bakugo. That feels so good." Your fingers were in his hair, pulling it at the roots.

He pushed your panties to the side and slipped two fingers inside your pussy. "Jesus. You're so fucking wet, y/n. Is this for me? This wet pussy is for me? Fuck." He pumped his fingers in and out of you, his thumb rubbing your clit in slow, tight circles.

Your back arched off the bed, "God, yes, Bakugo. Fuck! Oh my fucking god, th- ... Don't … Please don't fucking stop!" You screamed.

"You gonna cum for me, baby? Huh? You gonna cum all over my fingers? I know you are. But not yet." He pulled his fingers from you, licked them clean and kissed your lips.

You grabbed his face and kissed him back, tasting yourself on his tongue. "Bakugo, I want ... lemme suck your cock."

"Hohhh fuck." He moaned. "You will, sweetheart. You will. But not right now. Right now ..." he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down around his knees. His cock was hard and throbbing.

"Oh, fuck, Bakugo." Your eyes were wide with wonder as you sat up on your elbows on the bed. The dress pooled around your waist and your panties sat haphazardly covering your cunt. None of that mattered. All you could see right now was his huge cock.

And it saw you, too.

"It's yours, y/n. It's all fucking yours. So fucking take it, you little brat." He pushed your legs apart and rubbed the tip of his cock against your clit. "Is this what you want? Huh? This big fucking cock inside of your little pussy? Is it?"

"Oh my god, Bakugo! I do, so bad." You whimpered.

"I know you do. That's why I'm going to give it to you." He pushed himself inside of you, slowly stretching you out until you were begging for more.

"More, Bakugo. Give me more. Fuck, fuck me! Oh my god!" You pulled him down on top of you, your hands clawing at his back.

"Fuck, y/n. You're so fucking tight, baby. You're so fucking wet and tight. God, this pussy is perfect. I'm going to fuck you every day, you got that?" He started to thrust faster, his hips slamming into yours with each stroke.

Your back arched up off the bed as he fucked you. You were on the edge, your orgasm building with every move he made. "Oh? Gettin' close? I guess all that dancing really paid off. I should slow the fuck down. Wouldn't want you cumming too fast now. Nnnope." He slowed to a barely discernible drag. Your eyes nearly went full white as they twisted to the back of your head.

"Ba-ku-go ... ple--- ... ya, please. You have ... to ... mmmm … oh my god." You whined as he looked at your contorting face.

"I know, baby. I know. I got you. I'll give you what you want, sweetheart. You're going to cum for me, ok?" He kissed your neck and started to speed up again, his thrusts getting deeper and deeper.

"Yes! Oh my god, don’t … don’t … hoh fuck!" You were on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall off at any moment.

He grabbed your tits, squeezing them and rolling your nipples between his fingers. "Fuck! You're so fucking sexy. I wanna taste those tits, baby." He bent down and sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it as he kept fucking you.

Your hands were in his hair again, pulling and tugging as he fucked you harder and harder. Your body started to shake and your breath caught in your throat.

"I'm going to … cum, Bakugo! Fuck! Pleasepleaseplease!" You screamed as you came hard around his cock. "Oh my god! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Bakugo!"

You rode out the twitching and shaking of your body as he continued to fuck you. Dragging out more moans from you than anyone had ever bothered to do before.

His slow pace came to an even more painful stop. He kissed your neck until you were writhing below him. Begging him to do something.

Anything.

Bakugo slid back until just his tip was inside of you. He looked down at where he disappeared into your body and pulled out the rest of the way. His eyes darted back up to yours and he watched you all the way until his lips were encircling your clit.

"Oh my god!" You cried out as he sucked and licked your clit, his tongue pushing in and out of your pussy. "Fuck! Bakugo!" You grabbed his hair and pulled it, the pain making him moan against you. He licked and sucked on you so sloppily that the room was filled with the sounds of wet lapping. It was loud and erotic and almost too much. But it was just enough. You were so close to cumming again that it hurt. Your body was tight. The wire bound within you was ready to snap if he hit you just right once more.

"Cum on my tongue, y/n. Cum for me, baby. Fuck, you taste so good." He said as he pushed two fingers into your pussy, pumping them in and out of you.

Your back arched and your toes curled as you came again. Your legs shaking and your hands gripping the sheets. Your hips bucked up against his face as he sucked and licked you through your orgasm.

Bakugo sat back on his knees, his cock still hard and glistening with your juices. He slowly pumped his cock as he looked down at you. "You're so fucking filthy. I could watch you cum for me all day long." He grabbed your legs and pulled you down to him so that your ass was right at the edge of the bed.

He pushed his cock into you again, this time with a sense of urgency and a need to cum himself. He fucked you hard and deep, his hips slamming into yours with every thrust. He was so close to cumming that you could see it in his face.

"Your - mngh - your face looks stupid when you're about to cum. Y'know that?" You tried to laugh but all you could do was moan at how good his cock filled you. How good it felt as it dragged inside of you.

He leaned down and kissed you, his tongue pushing into your mouth as he fucked you harder. "Oh god, y/n. You feel so fucking good. I'm going to cum in you, ok?" He moaned as he fucked you.

"Yes! Fucking cum in me ... hmm ..." You moaned as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of you. "Fill me up, Bakugo. Fuck!" You screamed as you came again, your body shaking and your pussy tightening around him.

Bakugo pumped his hips a few more times before he came inside of you, his cum filling you up and spilling out onto the bed. "Oh, fuck! Y/n! Fuck!" He moaned as he kept fucking you through his orgasm.

He eventually stopped, his cock still inside of you as he collapsed on top of you, his face buried in your neck. "Oh my god, y/n. That was ... that was so fucking good." He kissed your neck and chest before he rolled over and lay next to you on the bed.

"And to think, what I said about men who dance was total bullshit."

"I knew it! I knew you were lying about that." Bakugo laughed. "You're a little shit, you know that?"

"Yeah, I know. But I got you to dance with me, though." You smiled.

"You did." He smiled back. "But you're the one in bed with me."

You looked over at him and he was flipping you off with both hands.

"Fuck you." He laughed.

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Characters: Pablo Schreiber x Black!Reader.

Summary: Food is taken very seriously in the Schreiber household.

Warnings: A little profanity. Mentions of smut. Daddy kink. Little angst. Lots of fluff🥺♥️. Cuteness overload.

Word Count: 2,600+.

Wiggling your way onto a barstool and sliding swollen feet under the edge of the kitchen island. You had finally found a moment to sit in silence and enjoy a little alone time. It only lasted a few minutes. The rumbling in your stomach grew louder, echoing throughout the kitchen. For the past hour, you had been doing your best to ignore the growling in your tummy. Waiting to eat dinner with your husband, you snacked on a few pringles.

Pablo had called twenty minutes ago to let you know he was on his way home from the gym. He urged you to go ahead without him. Ignoring his insistence you decided to wait anyway. Eating together was one of the few things he had time for lately. Between filming, interviews, meetings, and the gym he barely had time for anything else.

The chips were doing very little to calm your appetite. Sighing, your mind started to wonder why it was taking forever for Pablo to get there. You started to become a little agitated and hangry. Luckily you heard the front door swing open. Pablo called out to you.

“Babe!”

“In the kitchen, baby.”

He made his way to where you were. Tossing the mail onto the counter he stepped behind your barstool. Wrapping his arms around you, he pulled your back against his front. Leaning in to give you multiple kisses on both the neck and cheek.

“Pablo, you’re all sweaty. Stop, baby,” you giggled.

“Don’t dodge my sweat-filled kisses, baby. You love that shit,” he teased.

“Usually your shirt is off and that’s the part I enjoy, not the actual sweat itself, babe.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. If you want me to take my shirt off, just say that. Always trying to get me naked.” he teased.

He spun your stool around and placed his hands on your stomach, rubbing and giving it a few pecks. He stood back up, taking hold of your chin and giving you a lingering kiss.

“Damn. I’ll be glad when I get some downtime. I’ve been missing my babies.”

“Me too, papa,” you replied, giving him another quick kiss. “You want to shower before we eat? I left dinner warming.”

“Honey, I told you to go on and eat without me.”

“I know, but I like eating dinner with you,” you explained.

“Please, baby. Go on and eat. I’m not that hungry. I’m going to shower and then go over a few scripts. Just leave my plate in the microwave. I can eat it later.”

You cocked your head to the side. “Hmm,” you said, eyeing him suspiciously. “You haven’t eaten since breakfast, how could you not be hungry?”

“Maybe I had some lunch, babe,” he chuckled nervously. “It’s not like we spend every waking moment together.”

You weren’t buying it. He always ate after working out.

“Pablo. Tell. Schreiber. You ate without me!”

“What? No, I didn't!”

“It’s written all over your face, Pablo! Not you lying to me too.”

“Baby.”

“Unloyal ass man. When?”

“I grabbed something on the way home,” he responded, looking guilty. He ran his hands down his face, knowing what was to come of this discussion.

“What did you eat? Why’d you eat without me?”

The sadness in your voice made him feel bad.

“Baby, it’s not that serious. I just grabbed something quick and ate it on the drive home.”

“You went and got tacos without me didn’t you?”

You and your damn empathic accuracy. When it came to Pablo and how he went about things, you could read him like a book.

“Baby. I’m sorry, but if I had to eat Italian one more night this week, I was going to lose my shit.”

You didn’t want to be irrational, but your hormones got the best of you. The tears were impossible to fight.

“Mama, stop that. Don’t cry.”

“You said that you didn’t mind it, because that’s what I’ve been craving.”

“I don’t, but honey we’ve had pasta three nights in a row,” he chuckled. “Seafood Alfredo. Baked ziti. Last night there was lasagna.”

His chuckle struck a nerve, and your eyes were brimming with tears again.

“My feelings are funny to you? Bet. I’ll cook for everyone but you for the rest of the week. Have fun feeding yourself. You inconsiderate jackass!”

Deep down you knew you were being unreasonable but it was too late to turn back now. The sudden spark of anger caught your husband by surprise. He sat at the kitchen table baffled as he watched you storm off with your food in hand. Pablo was startled as you slammed the bedroom door.

He let out a long sigh running his hand down his face. Pablo decided it would be best to give you a moment to gather your thoughts and cool off.

“Yeah, guess I should’ve seen that one coming. Are we seriously at odds over fucking pasta?” He was baffled by the turn of events.

“I must really love this woman. I know all too well what the mood swings are like, yet I keep getting her pregnant,” he mumbled to himself in amusement. Then he heard a little voice and remembered why it was all worth it.

“Daddy you maked mommy sad. Did you be mean to her,” his five-year-old McKenna asked. She had one hand on her hip and the other clasped her little brother Marcus’ hand. He wore a smirk on his face, while his big sister was all seriousness.

Chuckling he scooped them both into his arms and placed each child on a knee. Stealing a few kisses, he hugged them tight and tried to explain himself.

“You know how you both get cranky when you don’t take a nap?”

Both toddlers nodded their heads quickly. He smiled at them, appreciating the fact that they looked so much like you two. They were the perfect blend of you both. In his eyes, they were absolute perfection.

“Well, that’s kind of what it’s like for mommies when they’re having a baby. The baby takes up a lot of their energy, and it’s hard for them to get comfortable when trying to sleep. So it’s kind of like missing a nap every day. Mommy’s just tired, uncomfortable, and very hungry. That makes her a little sad and at times cranky, so she accidentally took her frustration out on daddy.”

He couldn’t help but grin at how focused they were listening to his explanation.

“Daddy also made mommy feel a little left out. He did something without her and it made mama sad, but it’s going to be okay. I’ll apologize to her, but for now, we’re going to hang out here and give her a little peace and quiet.”

He couldn’t help but smile at his children. Pablo could see the thoughts racing through their heads as they tried to process the information. Once they fully understood they smiled big and nodded their heads. McKenna gave Pablo a big hug and kiss.

“Thank you, baby girl, what was that for?”

“Because you gonna apologize to mommy and maked her feel better!”

“That’s right, baby. Now you two go finish your movie, then it’s bath and bedtime.”

Both kids hugged him once more and went back to the theater room to finish their movie, or so he thought.

After grabbing a quick shower in the guest bathroom, he ducked off into the garage. Grabbing something he left in his vehicle, a thought entered his mind. Feeling bad for having upset you, he decided to straighten up the kitchen and start the laundry. Pablo was still giving you time to cool down. Little did he know the munchkins were up to something.

He had his back to the entryway trying to finish up the last of the dishes. He heard the pitter-patter of feet. Feeling a presence beside him, two sets of hands yanked on his pant legs.

“Shouldn’t you little rascals be finishing your movie.”

Each child pushed and pulled at him forcing him to turn around. That’s when he saw that you were standing on the other side of the island looking down rubbing circles on your belly. Looking up at him, he saw you nibble your bottom lip. Your eyes looked as if you were embarrassed. Before he could say anything McKenna spoke up.

“Mama, daddy gots something he wants to tell you, don’t you daddy,” she squeaked. “Right Marcus? Don’t daddy gots something to say?”

“Yeah,” your baby boy shouted excitedly.

Pablo laughed as he strode over to you. He pulled you closer to him and placed his hands on your face. Looking at you with remorse he husked, “I’m sorry I didn’t consider your feelings. I should’ve communicated to you that I was tired of eating pasta.” You both chuckled at that.

“No, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have lashed out at you like that. I was being ridiculous. These damn mood swings,” you replied, rolling your eyes. You had forgotten the kids were in the room.

“Mama! You not ‘uppose to say that! It’s a bad word! Now you gots to get in trouble. Right, daddy?”

“I know, baby. Mommy’s sorry.”

“That’s okay, Kenna. Daddy will give mama a good talking to,” he leaned in to whisper the rest in your ear. “And a good spanking. Unless you can think of a few ways to show daddy you’re sorry?”

The reply you wanted to give him was inappropriate with the babies present. You and Pablo assured the kids that you were good and rushed them back to the theatre room. Once you were certain they were out of earshot, you gave Pablo a hungry kiss. With his hands resting on your belly, he gave you that look.

“How are you going to show daddy you’re sorry, baby?”

His tone of voice sent heat throughout your body, making you ache for him. He pressed himself into you to feel his growing erection. Your breath hitched as he trailed kisses up and down your neck. “Speak up, baby. How do you plan to show me?”

“I guess you’ll have to slide something in my filthy little mouth to teach me a lesson,” you moaned.

“Such a naughty girl. You love to get on your knees for me don’t you sweetheart,” he groaned, sucking on your neck.

“Baby, you’ll have to settle for me sitting on the edge of the bed. If I get on my knees, we’ll be stuck, papa. Pregnancy stole my “Megan knees.” I just can’t get up and down like I used to,” she joked. Guess there won’t be any more twerking freely around the house until this baby drops.

You both fell out laughing at that for a moment. Pablo's face turned back to lust as he leaned in, “Why don’t I just get on my knees for you?”

“Let’s hurry up and get these kids to bed. If we keep standing here talking like this you might have to put me on this island real quick.”

“Fuck. Now I’m picturing myself on my knees. My head between those sexy ass thighs. You’re on the counter screaming my name. I miss the days when we could have sex all over the house.”

“Well, your mom is taking the kids for the weekend,” you smirked.

“I have the best mama in the world. I’ll be putting your ass on every surface in this kitchen, sweetheart.”

“You're so damn nasty. Let’s go put our babies to bed. Then you can put my ass to sleep. You did eat without me so you owe me, daddy. I’m going to need you to bring me to it and bring me through it multiple times. Don’t plan on coming up for air anytime soon. Even if I beg you to stop. Keep it going, baby.” With that, you stole a kiss, winked, and sauntered out of the room.

In a trance, Pablo watched the sway in your hips and plumpness of your ass walk away from him. He mumbled, “that ass can make a grown man cry.” He snapped out of it rushing out of the kitchen behind his wife.

“Bathtime then bed kiddos, let’s go! Daddy needs to put mama on her side!”

“Pablo!”

“What? We’re just gonna wrestle and have a playdate. Adults only of course.”

“One day they’re going to understand what you really mean. Come help me with these children and hush!”

“Yes ma’am!”

“You can’t wrestle with mama, daddy. She gots a baby in her belly! Mama, what’s a playdate for ‘dults like? Do you play hide and seek.,” McKenna questioned.

“Good grief,” you mumbled.

Pablo was now standing in the doorway to the kid's bathroom. His eyes lit up with amusement.

With a chuckle, he responded, “We’ll tell you when you're eighteen, and you won’t be having any until you’re thirty.”

Your sweet innocent baby’s face lit up. Not grasping what her father was saying, her head nodded quickly.

“Okay, daddy!”

If only she knew her father's future plans to scare off and intimidate any potential suitors. No one was going to be good enough for his precious baby girl.

Placing your tiny humans into the tub, you fell into their nightly routine. Pablo told you there was an email he needed to answer. You offered to finish bathing the kids while he finished up his work. Not wanting you to take on all the responsibility, he insisted on tucking them in for a bedtime story. He assured you he’d be done taking care of business in time.

Pablo’s heart warmed at the sight of his three favorite people snuggling. Entering McKenna's bedroom, he admired the way both children were glued to your sides. They were lying on your chest as you run your fingers through their hair.

“They tried to stay awake for you, but their bubble bath has melatonin in it,” you smiled apologetically.

“That’s okay, mama,” he responded.

He leaned over the bed, giving you a peck on the lips. Pablo scooped up Marcus and helped you slip from under McKenna. The both of you pulled the covers over your baby girl and kissed her forehead.

“We’ll put baby boy to bed and then we’ll head to the kitchen. I have something for you.”

Once Marcus was sound asleep in his bed, Pablo quietly led you to your surprise. He had covered your eyes as you entered your destination.

“Why are we coming back here?”

Instead of answering you, he opted to reveal the gift. Removing his hands from your eyes, you let out a gasp followed by a giggle.

“When did you find the time to do this?”

“I didn’t have an email to answer.”

“Wait, I’m confused. How? When did you get this?”

“You honestly thought that I would go to our favorite spot and not bring you anything?”

The kitchen table had a plethora of both chicken and shrimp tacos. Next to them were chips, queso, and salsa accompanied by a wine glass filled with cranberry juice. You’re sweet husband had reheated your food and set the table for you. The romantic goof had candles burning and the lights dimmed. The sweet gesture combined with pregnancy hormones caused your eyes to water.

“Baby,” Pablo grinned. “It’s just tacos. I tried to tell you earlier, but I pissed you off before I got the chance.”

“Now I feel even worse for the way I acted.”

“Don’t. I should’ve just told you I was getting food in the first place,” he countered.

“You know the fact that you did this makes me want you even more, right?”

“I had a feeling it might,” he beamed. “Not right now though. Eat now. Fuck later.”

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Come Morning Light, You'll be Safe and Sound (First x Reader Part 3)

Part 1 Part 2

The sun is what woke you.

Winds still clung to you even in his sleep. The boy made it easy to forget that he was still just a boy. How young most of the boys really were; it hurt to think about how many of them should have been worrying about girls and acne, not the fate of their homes. Why did it seem the cost of doing what was right was so often the blood of children?

Yet they were once again sacrificing themselves to save their homes. You'd shield them from it all if you could and let them grow up like normal kids, but it was too late for that. All you could do was be there when they needed it.

Like right now, Wind always had a hard time waking up after a nightmare. The terror always sapped his energy from him and left him exhausted for days afterward, even if he tried to pretend that it didn't affect him. So it's with your fingers softly running through his hair and gentle humming that you bring him to wakefulness. "Come on, sleepyhead, it's time to wake up." You smiled as you watched him roll away from you.

"Don't wanna," he mumbled sleepily, obviously still half in the land of dreams.

"Okay, then I guess we'll just have to give Rancher your breakfast. Like most kids his age, Wind was food driven, and that was proven by the way he launched up out of bed. You couldn't even try to suppress your laughter.

"You are the best little brother anyone could ask for," You told him as you ruffled his hair.

"I'm not a kid," Wind Declared as he glared at you while fixing his hair.

"Never said you were; now come on, let's go see what the wild child's made for breakfast before someone really does eat it for us." If you didn't know any better, you'd almost say you heard First chuckle, but you doubted that. After all, he made Legend seem like an open book.

Still, it was a nice laugh, warm but understated, like the hint of cinnamon your mother used to put into her tea.

Damn, you still missed her, but it was an old ache. She'd died when you were still little, yet her memory still caught you off guard sometimes. It was a pain most of the group shared; after all, you were just a bunch of unlucky orphans.

*-*-*

Wind had been glued to your side all morning; even after breakfast, he'd insisted on keeping you within eyesight. It made you wonder about what he'd dreamed of last night. Whatever it'd been had to be bad, but you left it alone. You all had parts of your stories you didn't want to talk about, and you'd never push them to talk about something you wouldn't talk about yourself.

You weren't unfamiliar with long lonely nights under the stars or days running on nothing but sheer willpower, nor the way they could leave you feeling helpless with the weight of the world on your shoulders.

So as much as you wanted to pry into Wind's nightmares, you wouldn't. If he ever decided to share, you'd listen, but until then, you'd just comfort him as best you could.

*-*-*

First was worried about the little pirate; his nightmare had left the boy jumpy and on edge, like danger was just around to corner. While being vigilant was good, being hyper-vigilant would do nothing but leave you exhausted and unable to face a threat when one did appear.

Even knowing this, First's own experiences forced him to be on edge at even the slightest hint of trouble. It was all First could do to keep his hand away from his sword. It did calm his nerves a bit to see the young pirate sticking close to you; between your own skills and the boy's, First had no doubt that the two of you would be safe.

Still, by the time the group had stopped to make camp, he was glad it wasn't his night on watch rotation. Even if he doubted he'd actually get them, he'd at least have a chance at a few extra hours of sleep. Most of them suffered from nightmares of some sort, and First had his own share of demons that chased him in his sleep.

Even so, he wasn't happy that you and Wind would lose more sleep tonight, but that was what it was. Neither you nor the boy would stand for being treated differently than everyone else, and First could understand that. You and Wind had both earned your scars, and come morning light, he had no doubt that the two of you would be safe and sound.

*-*-*

First was surprised when you sat by him for supper; he'd assumed you'd still be angry with him.

"Thanks for not saying anything about Wind." You said while watching the hero in question as he seemed to be regaling Four with a tale of his time at sea. Wind always seemed to speak with his hands as much as his words. It made First wonder if he could decipher the story all the way over here.

"I understand the boy's pride. And besides, you seemed to have the situation well in hand." Told you after taking a sip of his soup.

"I'm surprised to hear that from you." You teased First, who stared off into the distance before nodding to himself.

"I know you can handle yourself; it's just that you remind me of someone I lost a long time ago, and given who you're surrounded by, I'm sure you can understand what that's like." You didn't know how to respond to that.

Not only was it the most he'd spoken about his past, but he was also right; you did know how it almost felt like you could lose them all over again.

"What were they like?" You asked on impulse, and you almost kicked yourself for it. It was obvious that this was a sensitive topic you were prying into.

"Smart, kind, and beautiful." So this wasn't just someone he cared about; it'd been someone he loved. "But they were far too trusting. That's ultimately what got them killed in the end." Hearing First talk about them explained a lot about his behavior.

After all, wasn't that the same reason you were so protective of Wind because he was the closest in age to your Link before he died, and the thought of another hero dying that young made you sick to your stomach.

"I understand how hard that can be," You said while watching your favorite pirate as he waved his hands in a way that reminded you of storm waves.

"It must be hard for you to be here surrounded by reminders of your loss." First Said as you took a bite of your bread. You thought about how to best reply as you chewed.

"Not as much as you'd think; what really upsets me is how young most of them were when their journeys started." You admitted it wasn't something you'd voice to most of the chain, but it wasn't like First was known to be chatty.

"I can't say I'm a fan of children fighting what should have been adult battles either, but Hyila is neither kind or merciful." You were surprised by the anger in his voice. Sure, he'd been angry, but you'd never heard this level of rage from him before. It was enough to shock you into silence for the rest of the meal.

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[cr1mson5returns]

Yet another idea I've been tossing around...

Cassie isn't really happy about the whole arrangement she has with Tim when he finally shows his face in Gotham City again. It boiled down to "I know I was an absolute ass to you last time we talked, but I desperately need you to trust me on this one and just let me run wild for a little bit, okay?"

She was not okay with that. But she had to be okay with it in the end, just to avoid losing one of her closest friends. She had been worried about Tim for a while, but the worry levels exploded exponentially after she learned about the Anti-Life Equation. There had been a disturbing lack of Tim during the Crisis, after all, and nobody had really been able to explain it away until then. She knew enough about the whole thing to know that he'd been made to do awful things, things he probably still remembered. And honestly, Cassie starts to wonder if maybe some part of that stuck around in his mind a little longer than it should've, if maybe he's acting the way he is because he was influenced a little too much by the Equation.

After the team effort that goes into besting Ra's al Ghul, Cassie does check in on Tim. Makes sure he's okay and planning to heed Alfred's request of no patrol for a week (under threat of house arrest), and asks Tim to text her sometime. She doesn't want to be overbearing - not sure how he'd react, given their last couple of conversations and everything he's gone through so far - but she wants him to know she cares.

It becomes irritatingly apparent that Cassie can't just let Tim be the director of how often they check in with each other. She gets one or two texts in six weeks, and both are sort of vague assurances that he's still alive and will probably be alive tomorrow. But it's sitting wrong with her. She pulls the best friend card and bullies Dick into giving her Tim's new home address before she flies to Gotham.

In this weird little interim period when Tim isn't feeling welcome or wanted at the manor, but doesn't quite have as much money in his own personal bank account as he needs for anything else, he's renting a spot in one of the historic neighborhoods of the city. It's an older building, and Cassie can tell that there's been no effort to fortify this place on Tim's end from how easily the window slides open. Still, she climbs through and finds him sprawled on his back on the bed. He lifts his head to give her a look - puzzled? Mostly annoyed. Cassie doesn't care. She sets a fresh-made smoothie down on the bedside table. "Here, it's black cherry."

And with that, Cassie sits down on the edge of the bed somewhere in the space between Tim's right arm and leg. She doesn't say anything when he expends a little more effort than usual pulling himself up into a seated position. What she does say is: "I didn't forget what you told me, you know. About the Crisis and the Equation."

Tim takes a drink of his smoothie. "I think you should," he tells her.

Cassie rolls her eyes, gulps down a mouthful of strawberry banana. "I disagree. You can't just drop that shit on me and expect me not to wonder if you're okay."

She doesn't turn around but she knows Tim shrugs at that. "It doesn't matter. I've been through worse."

"Have you?"

Tim doesn't say anything to that. "You're about to make me go to therapy."

Cassie snorts. "No. I'm about to make you spend time doing things you actually like for once."

"I like being Red Robin."

"Can I please just have one conversation with you where you're not lying to my face? And besides, you know damn well I'm not talking about that. When was the last time you had a camera in your hands? Went to the skate park? Fuck, when was the last time you did anything that wasn't hero work?"

She does turn, then, to see Tim just looking down at his lap. He's straining not to squeeze the smoothie in his hands, she can tell. "Long time ago," he admits.

Cassie just nods. She figured as much. "Well....it's not too late to start again."

[frogmanfae]

Lucy Carlyle X GN! Reader- In The Past

Summary: Lucy has a nightmare about losing you and has a chat with Lockwood in the middle of the night

A/n- the more I read this the more I think it's just an excuse to talk about Lockwood x George

Lucy POV

"Jesus fuck-" I jolt awake, slightly sweaty but shivering from the cold. I calm down my breathing after I roll over and see (y/n) sleeping soundly in some ridiculous position across the room.

Just another dream. They're fine. It was only another dream...

But was it? You can't see their eyes.

"... Damn it..." I get up and walk over to (y/n)'s bed and sit down on the floor by the edge. Our faces are close. Obviously, their eyes are closed, and there's no reason to be anxious. When someone is ghost locked their eyes usually stay open so if anything, it should almost be comforting. It isn't. I don't want to wake them but I know I won't be able to go back to sleep without seeing their (e/c) eyes. I just want to make sure they aren't glassed over with a pale, milky film. Although, there's no reason for me to believe that they are.

Stupid nightmares.

Stupid Jacobs.

Stupid me.

I haven't been the same since that night I lost my entire section.

Since I lost Norrie.

We were young, but I think we were in love, or at least some form of it.

Hiding from my mother, sneaking kisses when nobody was looking, sleeping in the same bed, spending nights at her house...

I don't really know.

All I know is that when I lost her, when she got ghostlocked, I lost a part of me.

It took me a long time to let her go and she'll always hold a place in my heart, but I don't send her recordings anymore and I have one day a year set aside to visit her, usually on her birthday. I think that's helped me heal.

But now that I'm in a new relationship I'm petrified I'm going to lose them too, the same way I lost her. It's unreasonable most of the time, but it's a very real possibility. (Y/n) understands this and when I seem uneasy, they make it a point to show me their eyes. They blink and make funny faces. Their eyes might be one of my favorite things about them.

I sit there for a few minutes and then sigh and go down to the kitchen to make some tea, totally giving up on sleep. I take my tea to the library, almost reaching for my rapier (which isn't even on me at the moment) when I see Lockwood sitting in the chair.

"My god you startled me! What are you doing up at this hour?" I sit in the chair opposite of him.

"I could say the same thing, I believe it's more unusual for you to be up this late than me. Is something the matter?"

"No, not really."

He hums. "They're okay."

"What?" I snap my head towards him.

"(Y/n). They're fine. Nothing happened to them."

"How did you-"

"The look in your eyes. You only get that look when you're anxious. Specifically when you're anxious about (y/n)."

"How..."

"It's the same look you had when we heard them scream in the Manor case and when we couldn't find them at the Hotel case or when they got knocked out during a fight in the Brennick case or when you woke up in the hospital after you didn't know what happened during the Allgams case and they weren't in the room or-"

"Okay! I get it." I stop him. "You noticed that?"

"We've all noticed it, we occasionally make jests at its expense. We call it Lucy's Anxious Puppy look."

My jaw drops a bit. "Is that what George meant when he wrote Anxious Puppy on the thinking cloth and you started laughing? I was so confused!"

He laughs quietly. "I don't know if (y/n) themself has noticed. They have one too, you know."

"What?"

"They have the Scared Bunny look when they're worried about you."

"The Scared Bunny look?"

"Yeah, it's quite adorable." I shoot him a glare. "Oh relax, I'm not after your man or anything. I have George."

I gasp. "What?"

He tenses. "What?"

"You and George! You've finally gotten over yourselves and told each other!"

"Gotten over ourselves? What are you talking about?"

"Oh please, when I first started here George was constantly at my throat before I told him someone had my eye, specifically someone who's not you. And then don't think I missed how you almost killed yourself to save him even after you decided you were better off alive. You got shot and then fell down at least a story drop and continued to go through what was essentially a maze to find him and still fought both a living person and a ghost to save him. And that was all within half an hour. The way you two look at each other is clearly pining."

"In my defense I didn't have much of a will to live at the time."

"Fair point, but you got one pretty soon after. Oh my god."

"What?"

"It happened that night, didn't it? At the hospital! I went to get you some water and when I came back George looked like he had barely gotten back into his seat and you two looked at each other and started smiling and laughing like a couple of idiots! I thought it was because while I was in the cafeteria I had gotten a jelly and my lips were stained blue!"

"... You really are a little detective aren't you? Yes, that was our first kiss. ... And also kisses one through five." He put his head down, smiling wide and scratching the back of his neck.

"You've been hiding it all this time?"

"Yes well... George doesn't really love the spotlight the way that I do. He wanted to keep it low key for a while and then we realized we sort of liked the thrill of having a secret, a little bit of information that only the two of us knew and nobody else in the whole world. We were like school boys, sneaking into each others rooms to make out or waiting for you or (y/n) to leave the room so I could kiss his cheek. It was like a fun little game."

"Well, I'll pretend I have no idea so you two can keep playing then." I smile.

He chuckles. "Thanks."

Theres a sudden noise from the staircase, someone running down it it seems. It sounds like they run to the kitchen and then closer to the library until-

"Lockwood! Lucy's not in the room, not in either bathroom, not in the kitchen and-" (y/n) had bursted through the library door in a frantic state. They do kind of look like a scared bunny rabbit. It is sort of cute. I sip my tea.

"Funny enough, she's here because she had a nightmare about you as well." He sets down his magazine and stands up.

"Nightmare? How do you know I had a nightmare about Lucy?"

"Scared bunny," is all he said before he left. I chuckled a bit at (y/n)'s confused expression.

They shake it off and come to sit in the chair Lockwood previously occupied. "Did you have another ghost lock dream?" I nod. "You know you can wake me up when you get one of those."

"I feel bad though. You don't get enough sleep as is."

"Neither do you."

I sigh. "I'm sorry. I worry too much."

"Luce, you have trauma. Don't apologize for that."

"I know... I don't know..."

"Hey, I'm here to talk and listen whenever you need. That's the whole point of a relationship."

"I know. I'll try to be more open from now on."

"Do you think you'd sleep better in my bed?"

"If you're in it."

"You flirty little trap! You've got a deal." They smile.

We go back up to our room and get into their bed. They wrap their arms around me and kiss me on my forehead. "I love you, Luce. I really mean that."

"I love you too. And I mean it more."

"Oh hush and get some sleep."

I hum. "As long as its understood I love you more-"

"Lucy!"

[outcastpack]

I don't know what this is but moodboard for a scene I'm planning/wrote abit of for a later part of the story because Theo/Corey bffism holds a special place in my heart.

I did write this snippet though-

Liam enters the house, having just dropped off Olivia at home promising to visit the following day to help pick out the colours for the babies nursery at her house.

It's late so he doesn't expect anyone else to be up at this time, moving to open the fridge looking to see if there's any leftovers he can eat finding a plate wrapped up with a post it note stuck on that has his name written on it. A quick "figured you weren't gonna be home so saved you some" written on it in Theos handwriting. God Theos so damn great, he get a warm fuzzy feeling in his chest and a smile on his face thinking about the boy.

He grabs the plate shutting the fridge behind him before almost immediately dropping the plate on the floor as he turns in shock, coming face to face with Corey who's giving him a very unimpressed glare, he looks at the clock on the wall, his gaze become more darker then looks back at Liam. "Where were you?" Masons boyfriend asks now glaring at him for what he doesn't know. "Liv wanted me to help her grab some stuff for the baby and then we watched a film." He says, confusion laced into his voice because he doesn't know why Corey seems annoyed at him right now. Corey moves towards him and shoves him against the counter, bashing his back into the edge.

Liam releases a pained groan at the impact and goes to shout at the other boy but Corey beats him to it. "Where. Was. You. Supposed. To. Be." Corey says through gritted teeth and now, now Liams just even more confused because he had nothing planned for today. Corey grabs him again turning him around and pushing him towards the wall with their calender on shouting. "LOOK AT THE CALENDER LIAM!" Liams eyes widen at the venemous tone of voice and way the other boy is being because this is Corey, sweet advice giving Corey and if Corey's pissed at him it must be bad.

He looks at the calender skimming over it before landing on the day it is. Eyes widening as he finally realises what he had missed.

There in his own messy handwriting

Theos follow up appointment

He remembers underlining it too so he didn't forget.

And thats exactly what he did.

God he feels like he is gonna be sick.

"You need to sort this shit out Liam. He already had a close call a few weeks back remember." Corey says finally releasing his grip on Liam and Liam does remember, he will be never be able to get that image out his head, getting visions of being back in the hospital that day waiting to find out if Theos heart had finally given out before they could finally get him a the transplant hes been waiting years for. Spending the week after sleeping with his hand on Theos heart to hear it still beating.

God no wonder Theos had been so off with him recently, only now realising how much he had pushed his green eyed boy to the side for preparing for the baby.

"He thinks you don't love him anymore, I know you do. I need you to show him you do." Corey says and really Liam can't even blame Theo for doubting him.

"I will, I love him so damn much Cor, god I should of been here. How could I forget something like this." Liam says, he's getting angry with himself now and just god he's imagining Theo sitting there alone in the waiting room, hoping Liam is about to walk through the doors being uncomfortable surrounded by those white walls. He knows how much his boyfriend hates those hospitals and being there alone after spending years in and out, in and out. "Has..... has he said what they told him." He says feeling his eyes beginning to water and has to hold back a sob, Corey must see this as his eyes lose some of the anger they held. "No, he said he needed to talk to you first. I just walked in on him sat on the couch crying." Corey replies clenching his fists at the reminder of what he walked in on.

"God I need to fix this. Is.... is he here." Liam says wrapping his arms around himself, his own fists clenching as he can't decide between sobbing or being angry at himself.

"Yes you do. And fast. He left, said he was staying at Tara's or his apartment, that he couldn't stay here right now." Corey adds bluntly before turnng and walking out the room leaving Liam alone to think.

[theresawritesstuff]

A stressed out Lenny telling the kids that they don’t cause him stress

First of all, and I say this affectionately, how dare you? The feelings inflicted when first reading this prompt… Anyway, enjoy!

***

Lenny lit another cigarette as he sat down at his typewriter (again) after a contemplative (anxious) bout of pacing. 

He was hanging onto his cabaret licence by the skin of his teeth and had taken up some writing gigs to help them through while he was laying low at the insistence of his lawyers.

He and Midge had only been married for a few months. And up until the ticking time bomb on his career had (more imminently) threatened to explode, they had been by far the happiest months of his entire life.

He'd been staying clean, enjoying getting a second chance at fatherhood, at doing right by Kitty as well as Ethan and Esther.

He had a stable partner he could trust. Someone who loves him.

He just couldn't seem to stop getting arrested.

He tried to skirt the line, play nice. But he knew deep down he'd still say what he really meant.

And so did the boys in blue.

So he'd traded punchlines for deadlines.

Because as much as he didn't want to lose his career, he couldn't lose being with his family.

He'd be lying if he said the stress didn't have him jonesing for a hit, even now, over a year clean.

He took a long, steady drag as he stared down at the blank page in front of him, letting the lesser vice take a little of the edge off.

It didn't help much but it was something.

Now if he could just get this damn article written…

A sharp, persistent knock at the front door broke his concentration.

He ignored it.

Then they found the doorbell.

With a final groan, Lenny got up to answer the door, if for no other reason then to tell whoever it was to fuck off.

"Joel?"

"Lenny…" The younger man shifted his weight, averting his eyes awkwardly as an Ethan shaped blur bounded past him and into the apartment, followed shortly by Esther. 

Lenny glanced back over his shoulder, trying to trace the kids' trajectory.

Midge's ex stepped passed him inside, and he allowed it, if nothing else but out of curiosity as to why his stepkids were being brought back early and unannounced.

Joel got ahead of the question, explaining brusquely, "Look, I know I'm supposed to have them until tomorrow but there's an emergency down at the club I gotta take care of."

"Delivery running late?" Lenny snarked, taking another drag.

Joel shot him an indignant look. "No. I let Archie hire this acrobatics act. But I guess they're part of some rival family to the Lins and now they're in a standoff with each other and Archie is trapped under the bar."

He ducked his head into the hallway, calling out, "Hey Midge, you've got two more for dinner!"

Lenny exhaled slowly.

How had she ever been married to this schmuck?

"Midge isn't home. She's got a gig," Lenny informed him.

Joel looked up at him startled.

He shouldn't be. It wasn't an abnormal occurrence. Her career had really taken off since she started featuring on Gordon's show regularly.

'Can't you call her and have her cancel?"

Lenny stubbed out his cigarette in an ash tray rather than dignify the question by looking at him.

"No."

Joel shifted his weight. "I don't suppose Zelda…"

Lenny exhaled tiredly. "Zelda doesn't work for us."

She had been kind enough to drop off Kitty at a friend's slumber party for him tonight so he could focus on meeting his deadline, but Joel didn't need to know that.

"Right. But maybe Abe and Rose…"

"They're in DC. They won't be dropping by this evening either."

"Oh."

The awkward silence that fell between them was split by their mutual son yelling from the other room.

"Esther, did you take my superman comics?!"

"Noooo!" came his sister's reply, from somewhere else in the apartment.

Lenny winced.

These kids were picking up one too many loud Maisel family habits…

He rubbed his temple as Joel continued to vacillate in the hall entry. "Just go. I'll handle it."

Joel looked down the hall after the kids, uncertain. "You seem busy. Maybe I could call–"

"Door is behind you in case you forgot," Lenny reminded him, walking away.

Joel started to follow at his heels. "You know my folks are only–"

"Joel," Lenny snapped, halting in his tracks. He exhaled slowly, remembering to lower his volume for the sake of the kids. "Whether you like it or not, I am these kids' stepfather now. Caring for them was part of the job description. They're safer here than in a gang war. I've got this. Go. Before Archie earns himself a purple heart protecting the good booze."

As much as he clearly hated it, the younger man knew he was right. "Okay… yeah, okay."

Without a word to the kids, he turned around and left, closing the door behind him.

"Fuck," Lenny muttered under his breath.

He trudged into the kitchen and began looking through the pantry for something to feed the three of them.

"Lenny! Esther took my–"

"We have other books here, you know. You don't have to fight over the newsprints," Lenny sighed, not up for playing referee.

"...Okay." 

Ethan hovered skeptically at his elbow. "What are you doing?"

"You kids haven't had dinner yet," he reminded him.

"Well, yeah, but…Do you even know how to cook?"

Lenny bit his tongue. "Fed myself just fine most of my life."

"Esther doesn't like canned beans," Ethan reminded him.

"I wasn't looking for– You know what? I think Imogene left a meatloaf or something here last time she was over. Let's do that," he suggested, pivoting towards the fridge.

"Isn't it frozen?" Ethan wondered. 

Lenny shrugged as he rummaged through the ice box. "So we'll bump the oven up a bit. It will be fine."

"If you say so."

"I do."

Meatloaf acquired, he placed the pan in the oven and turned it on, letting it do it's thing.

"There. Toss in a few potatoes and we'll be eating within the hour. Think you'll survive?"

Ethan nodded.

"Good. Now go do your homework or something while I work on churning out this article. And no pestering each other while I do, got it?"

His son nodded again.

"Good."

After scrubbing a couple of potatoes and unceremoniously tossing them in with the meatloaf, he was back to his typewriter.

He'd managed to write two paragraphs before the sound of crashing plates met his ears.

He found Esther perched on the countertop, looking down completely mortified over a broken plate on the floor, the other unbroken dishes clutched tight in her little hands.

'Esther, what are you doing?" Lenny sighed, picking her up off the counter and setting her down.

Fancy fucking schools with fucking jungle gyms teaching these kids to climb.

"I just wanted to help," she said.

'Okay just don't touch that. You'll cut yourself," he warned, stopping her before she could pick up the broken plate. "Just go play. I'll get the broom."

"Sorry," she whispered.

Poor kid just wanted to set the table.

"It's just a plate sweetie. We've got others," he assured her.

"Lenny?" Ethan popped his head back in the kitchen.

He let out a groan, kneeling tiredly on the linoleum. "Yeah?"

"Is meatloaf supposed to smell like that?"

Lenny sniffed.

"Shit."

He scrambled for an oven mitt, pulling the pan from the oven.

The sauce Imogene had slathered on top was scorched. The inside, upon inspection, remained raw.

"Damn it," Lenny whispered, tossing the oven mitt down in defeat, sinking into a chair.

"Sorry pop dropped us on you," Ethan murmured quietly.

"We can have peanut butter sandwiches or something," Esther suggested.

Lenny looked up at his kids, because blood or not they were his now too as far as he was concerned.

"This isn't your fault. None of this is your fault, understood?"

The pair nodded quietly. Appeasingly.

Damnit…

Lenny rubbed his brow tiredly. "Look… I'm not gonna lie to you kids, your old man didn't pick a great night to drop in unannounced, but that doesn't mean I want you kids gone. You are the least stressful part of my evening. I love you. You know that, right?"

Esther draped her little arms around his shoulders quietly. "We love you, too."

After a moment, Ethan asked, "Do we even have peanut butter right now?"

Lenny smirked.

"Your mom was planning on getting groceries tomorrow."

"Oh…"

"Tell you what." Lenny tapped the table, getting to his feet. "Go find something to watch on TV. We'll do popcorn and a movie together."

"What about your article?" Esther wondered.

 "I'll work on my article later. Right now I'm focusing on spending time with you two."

Ethan looked at him skeptically. "You sure?"

Lenny smirked, hefting the bag of corn kernels from the pantry in his hand. "Your mother's been telling me I need to take a break anyway. Don't tell her this but I think she might be right."

That finally earned a genuine smile from the kids.

"Off you go. You know where the remote is," he shooed good-naturedly, smiling to himself as he watched them scamper off.

Maybe a break really is what he needed.

Later that night, Midge tiptoed in, pausing at the doorway to the living room at the sight of a blanket fort in the middle of the room, her son's distinctive snore emanating from somewhere inside. 

Popcorn bowls were stacked neatly by the remote, and the sound of rhythmic typing bandied back and forth with Ethan's snoring.

She found Lenny in his office, typing away, looking more himself than he had in weeks.

"Hey," she murmured from the doorway.

He looked up with that soft smile he saved only for her. "Hey."

"Did you know Ethan and Esther are–"

He nodded, looking over his work for errors. "Joel had an emergency. I got the better end of the deal. How was the gig?"

"Good. Great crowd."

"The Copa knows how to pack 'em in."

She smiled, coming in to stand behind him, kissing his cheek before draping her arms around his neck. "You seem to have had a busy night."

He shrugged, inclining his face towards hers. "All in a night's work."

"Looks like you finally had a breakthrough."

Lenny chuckled. "Something like that. Almost finished."

"I'll leave you to it then," she offered, patting his shoulder.

"Hey…" He reached up, holding her hand tight before she could slip away. "In case I haven't mentioned it lately, I really love this little family we've cobbled together."

Midge melted just a touch, marveling at the little ways he could still make her fall in love with him all over again.

Bending down, she gave him a lingering kiss, resting her head against his when they parted.

"We're lucky to have you."

[sin-cognito]

Kustard week 2023 day 3: the Emperor's New Clothes

Wordcount: 1077

~Too late was the Emperor when he realized he had been tricked~

@kustardweek

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Going through the motions of parking the luxury car, getting into the special elevator that went all the way to the penthouse at the top floor of the building, then politely knocking on the door and waiting to be let in was now a matter of daily habit for Red. It had been so for a little over half a year ago, when he was hired to be Mr. Gaster's personal full time chauffeur. He would do this every morning to drive his boss to a nearby coffee shop that he fancied, before either driving him to the Gaster Company headquarters or some other important business meeting held at another important building. On very rare occasions, Mr. Gaster's sons would be accompanying him, but Red wasn't allowed to even make eye contact with them, much less talk with either.

Mr. Gaster was known to be incredibly protective of his heirs, Sans and Papyrus, especially the oldest one. They rarely left the penthouse and when they did, Mr. Gaster would usually keep them around, to make sure that no harm would befall them. It wasn't Red's place to judge how one of the richest monster in the country protected his sons of course, but having a little brother himself, Red thought that Mr. Gaster’s constant hovering was a little... extreme. There was protecting and then there was smothering.

Then again, no one in their right mind would try to kidnap Edge and ask Red a ransom. Not because Red was particularly poor, no, his job as the personal chauffeur to the crazy rich Gaster family paid well enough. No, that was just because Edge would simply bite anyone's head off who would try to do anything stupid. He was a no nonsense kind of skeleton.

Today was different however. He had done the little car parking, special elevator, door knocking and waiting dance like usual, as his regular schedule to get Mr. Gaster to a special appointment at a high end tailor shop that Red was more than familiar with, so his boss could get himself a new, fitted suit. Mr. Gaster had told him to wait in the car until the fitting was done, and the clerk had informed him that it might take a while since he wanted to make sure Mr. Gaster's new suit was perfect.

So naturally, Red had retreated to the car, and then slammed his foot on the gas and rushed back to his boss' penthouse, where he now found himself again. This time, the routine was slightly different.

He had parked the car and taken the elevator, but he didn't knock nor did he wait. He didn't need to for you see, he had a special key.

He made his way in, silently going through the corridors he wasn't supposed to know but had visited many times now, and finally reached the door he was interested in.

Only then did he complete the ritual.

"knock knock," he said, his knuckles rasping on the deep auburn mahogany. "mr. sans, your father is being held at the tailor shop. i've been informed that it might take a while."

There was some noise from the other side, then silence, and then the door slammed open and a small skeletal hand grabbed the tie around Red's neck and pulled. Red was forced to take a few steps forwards so as not to lose his balance, all the way to the bed. He fell forward when the monster in front of his let himself drop on the bed, barely managing to not collapse with all his might onto the smaller skeleton's body underneath him.

"careful, now," he playfully admonished as he propped himself up on his elbows to get a better look at the monster under him.

"you didn’t even let me say 'who's there'. also, mr. sans?" Said monster asked like it was a dare.

"what, you don't like it?" Red shot back, eyesockets half lidded and a purr rumbling in his chest as he admired the view of Sans sprawled on the bed in a thin white shirt, barely awake from a nap.

"i didn't say that. mr. chauffeur."

Stars, Red loved this little skeleton so damn much.

They had been very secretly together for less than 3 months, but Red was already so smitten with him it wasn't even funny. He didn't even mind that he had to bend over backwards and risk his job by tricking Mr. Gaster just so that they could get a couple hours here and there to enjoy each other's company. It was worth it.

Sans was worth it.

Red hummed. He loved that impish look on Sans, and he couldn't resist bending down for a kiss that the smaller skeleton immediately reciprocated, before he suddenly seemed to remember something and panicked to push Red away.

"papyrus-!" He began but Red cut him off.

"is spending the day with miss undyne. your father mentioned it on the car ride."

Sans visibly relaxed and his earlier grin came back. He lazily draped an arm around Red's shoulders.

"and my father?" He asked, wanting to make sure the head of the family wouldn't disrupt them in the middle of a... situation.

He didn't need to worry about that.

"my brother will keep him busy at the tailor shop. edge's a little shit but he's got my back when it comes to keeping your daddy away so we can have a little fun," Red purred, already bending down to kiss Sans' neck. "and he has his pride as a high end tailor shop owner. he'd never half ass a customer's suit."

As much as Red loved to tease his little brother for being such a perfectionist, he couldn't help but admit that he was of incredible help in keeping Red's boss occupied and buying time so that Red and Sans could be together for a few hours. Red made a mental note to buy him some Mettaton merch later.

"how long?" Sans asked between two gasps. Red was relentless on his neck and it was starting to show.

"couple hours."

Sans hummed before he flipped their positions over so he could straddle Red's lap. He kept eye contact with Red as he crawled backwards and down Red's body, only stopping when he reached Red's crotch, where a ruby glow was shining from within the confines of his dress pants.

"let's not waste time then," he said as he opened the fly.