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venusandsaturnsrings · 2 years

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i just got back from a trip and,,,,, frat bot childe u say 👀

- so picture this: young freshman college readers stepping into the wider world of young adults for the first time

- what their naive little head didn't know is that a certain frat leader had their eyes on u the moment u stepped into the gates

- it's no wonder why ur college life had been smooth sailing: people greeting u and doing u favors, certain boys anxiously keeping other boys from approaching u, it's like someone higher up is watching over u

- that said, there's no such thing as free lunch so while ur flying high and living well, someone's gotta bring u back down. and the higher u were, the deeper ur fall,,,

- sudden student debts u were sure u didn't apply for began piling up in ur name, u found out u were blacklisted and banned from important campus stores, even certain professors look at u with disdain

- u have no clue what's going on and as u were at ur wits end, a certain infamous frat leader lends his hand towards ur way

- honestly u were just grateful someone actually gave a fuck in ur situation to think things through and while promising this orange haired sleazy man a date or two for helping u out is a bit weird, u didn't think it was dangerous.

- so off goes ur debts and ur blacklists and the professors that hated u turned up and were transferred into a different dep.

- u were so grateful that u were even looking forward to this date with ur mysterious savior.

- turns out he just wanted to have fun and get to know u in one of his hosted parties :>

- u had a blast, said u were willing to go out with him again and so ur college life continues

- after a few more rowdy parties and him introducing u to his other members with a possessive grip onto ur waist, ur trust in him is at a 100% not even caring to ask.

- childe smiles lovingly,,, bringing u back to his frat house after one of the most drunken wild party u had been to with him. he had planned for this afterall so there was no one in the immediate building and to those who had seen him carry u there,,, well, they turn a blind eye to it

- free to do what he pleases, he takes advantage of ur state and lives out his wildest fantasies: fucked every hole he could fit his dick into, made sure to cum in all of them to claim u as his, definitely fucked u in ever surface of the building that he could and ofc, had every single position and session of ur lovemaking taped, recorded, and saved.

LETS GOOOO MORE FOOD FROM MY FAV NONNIE!! he’s so gross and sleazy and i want him so bad it’s insane… he cannot keep his dick in his pants but he’s so desperate to seem Normal to get to you… i’m creaming ong U^ェ^U also perhaps important to note: i'm canadian so i always say 'university' instead of 'college' because its the word we use here :p i'm pretty sure they mean the same thing?? anyways, barely over 2k words btc!!

contains: fem/afab reader, chubby reader, drinking, smoking, frat boy childe, manipulation, stalker behaviour, dubc0n

new experiences were nerve wracking for anyone, you included. being somewhere you'd never touched and meeting people you'd never seen always had your heart beating faster than usual. perhaps you were a bit of a people pleaser but the idea of someone even slightly disliking you had you worried beyond belief. you always made sure to treat people kindly and do favours whenever you could even if it was an inconvenience. having people consider you 'good' and 'nice' had its perks. so, upon attending your very first university classes you made sure to be extra careful of being nice to everyone you met. and it seemed to work!

people returned your kindness in full and sometimes more. you made friends with nearly everyone and earned the highest grades on projects you thought you'd surely fail on. it seemed bizarre to have so many people at your beck and call and full marks on papers with missing citations but you weren't going to complain. it all would make your life and career far easier. you never found yourself harassed by creeps on campus as well even though they seemed to be lurking around every corner for other girls at the school. it was as though you worked as some sort of repellant for them. if any of your friends found themselves at the receiving end of unwanted advances you'd simply enter the room and the perpetrator would flee seemingly terrified. things only got more odd from there. gifts in your locker or handed off by random people only stating they're from 'an admirer' and professors seeking your approval on assignments and gradings. you felt like you were becoming the god or teacher over all these people and it was beyond overwhelming. with one passing comment to a close friend you had shared wishes of merely living a normal university life of struggling and having fun through sleep deprivation and caffeine. the friend shared sympathies with you and agreed your experience was odd and that was it.

the following days, everything crashed down. people you once regarded as close stopped talking to you, letter asking for debts to the university to be paid or they'd terminate you, and teachers you once thought cared for you and your opinions sneered at your mere presence. it felt as though your silly wish had unfortunately become beyond true. you were struggling and alone. suddenly days spent laughing and having fun were instead filled with tears and desperate attempts at correcting a mistake that was no fault of your own. life had done a complete one-eighty at the worst time possible for you.

it was around ten in the evening that you had stepped out for a walk to hopefully get fresh air and clear your head. you needed to figure out what exactly happened and how but you only ran into blank walls. no amount of crisp autumn air or songs from your favourite artists could fix the suffering you had been cruelly gifted. your fingers played with the edges of the sleeves on your knit sweater; it was your comfort clothing piece. the colour of a chai latte and perhaps a bit worn and certainly too large on you but it was still as soothing and soft as ever. you breathed deeply focusing on putting one foot in front of the other and not just fleeing the whole world to live in the forest for the rest of forever. the thought was more than tempting but you were determined to get to the bottom of this not-so-mysterious mystery. with your mind so focused on not shedding more tears you were oblivious to the tall and lithe ginger body sliding up next to yours until a large hand took one earbud out of your ear and put it in his own. the boldness had startled you and you jolted. the handsome stranger smiled at you.

"Kendrick Lamar, huh? good taste, sweetheart." his voice was milky and sweet like whipped cream. with a boyish charm, crooked smile, and scars painting his exposed shoulders he was rather enchanting. "whats a girl like you doin' out so late? there's some... unsavoury people around at this time. i'd hate to see someone as cute as you get hurt." he seemed to care which was unusual for people around you these days. "most people call me Childe, it's a silly nickname i'm aware, but i'd prefer for you to use my actual name; Ajax," he offered an endearing smile, "what's yours, girlie?" the compliments never seemed to stop flowing from this guys, Ajax's, mouth. starved of attention, you ate up every second of it. he turned out to be rather good company during this episode of self-loathing you were in. you were actually disappointed when you found yourself back in front of your house and in need of some sleep. Ajax took your phone out of your pocket, however, and asked to input his own number. he wanted to spend time with you the way no one else had desired these days.

the first messages you had exchanged were greetings and shared photos of family and pets. Ajax turned out to have a major soft spot for his siblings as well as his pet dog back home, Snjeg; name courtesy of his younger brother, Teucer. following the simple and average conversation, he extended his help with your current predicament. you didn't know exactly what his help entailed but you were willing to try anything. in exchange, he only asked for a thank you... and a date? it was a strange offer from who you learned to be a mega popular frat leader but you were in no position to decline. Ajax seemed more than eager to help.

within another handful of days, the debt demands were rescinded and any money you owed prior was paid in full. you never saw the teachers that came to hate you and people treated you with the highest regards once again. life was back to the way it used to be before and you nearly wondered if the suffering you had felt was all in your head. Ajax would simply reassure you saying there was indeed a large misunderstanding but he took care of it! the problem did exist and he solved it all by himself. you were beyond grateful and found yourself sufficiently fond of him. any day you couldn't see him had you whining about missing him over text and begging him to finally take you on the date you promised him. your clinginess was cute to Ajax. soon enough, he texted you details of when he'd take you out at last. he sent a small dress code and told you he'd stop by to pick you up around eleven at night. you thought the time was oddly late but you were just happy to finally be going out with him.

that evening you found yourself pulling on a cute little white dress with earrings, shoes, and undergarments to match. you thought you looked good this evening and Ajax seemed to agree based on the look he gave you when you opened the door.

"look at you, girlie, all dressed up for me? c'mon give me a little spin." he extended a hand to twirl you around and hummed in satisfaction. "you're too cute for your own good. it's gonna be a real task to make sure all hands, except mine, stay off you tonight," the teasing remark was accented with his usual charming smile. you had chosen to forgo a bag for the evening and simply shoved your phone in such in Ajax's pockets which he had no qualms with. he saw it as the ultimate form of trust; to leave all of your important objects in his hands.

he walked you over to his expensive car and opened the door for you. he's a real gentleman, as it turns out, and also a very good driver. the drive was spent with small talk, loud music, and his right hand squeezing at your plump thigh softly. your smile surely looked dazed but so did his. once parked he opened your door for you once again and took you by the hand into a large party held in what looked to be a very expensive house. the whole place was filled with the smell of alcohol, weed, and sweat but with Ajax holding you to his side you felt safe. he introduced you to each of his friends and fellow frat members tucked close to his side and shared every drink with you. cups and cans were passed between your mouths with giggles and slurred words coming from you. stepping outside, Ajax had pulled out a joint he rolled himself to share with you which was passed back and forth less as he seemed to prefer to shotgun the smoke straight into your mouth. the action was sensual and attractive so you certainly didn't mind. following that, more drinks were shared the same way. he'd take a sip himself before taking another one and funneling it into your mouth through sloppy kisses. there was definitely a sizable amount dripping down your chins and onto your clothes but you were too crossfaded to notice or care. at around two in the morning Ajax half carried you back to his car and to his own frat house.

he stripped you of your clothes that were now stained with drinks you didn't even know the name of. through clenched teeth, he caressed your body covered only in the flimsy white fabric of your bra and panties. with soft touches, he slid off the material from your soft form. his cold fingers ghosted over every curve and crevice of your lucid form. Ajax reviled in the small mewls and whimpers you let out just for him. perhaps it was morally wrong but he knew all of the frat members had done far worse before. soon enough he shed his own clothing as well to softly grind into the soft and wet folds of your sweet pussy. his mouth traveled over all surfaces of your body and licked the sticky residue of countless drinks from your chest as his hands fumbled to open and set up his phone to record the heavenly sight below him.

Ajax found himself slipping his cock into you slowly. even when you were only half conscious you were just so tight around his girthy length. he rutted into you at a pace that had you fading in between awake and asleep between the heated kisses and sloppy thrusts. his dick explored every surface and hole of your body to leave countless loads of himself leaking from you. you just looked far too pretty with thick seed dripping from your dripping cunt and agape mouth. his smile was far off as he angled his phone to capture every movement, every sound, and every ounce of his spend leaking from your beautiful form. you were manhandled from his floor to his bed to his desk and to the bathroom. he had muttered empty promises of cleaning you up in the shower only to continue plunging in and out of your well used holes with water flowing down between your breasts and creating more loud noises as his hips hit your thighs and face. Ajax made sure to feed every hole of yours generously. only once he felt satisfied did he stop.

his large hands gently patted you dry after washing you with his own scent as he whispered soft praise to your barely conscious body. he placed gentle kisses to your cheeks, hands, forehead, and lips as he cleaned you and dressed you in his own shirt. no way was Ajax putting panties on you when he knew he'd need to go at you again in no time.

you'd go on countless more dates with him the future, surely. he knew how to make you feel safe and pleasured. there was no one else that mattered. only you and Ajax. <3

#cw: manipulation #cw: dubcon #cw: stalker #frat au #frat boy childe #childe x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #tartaglia x reader #female reader #chubby reader

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hideandgopeep · 16 days

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Book Club? Part 2

Part 1

But first, some notes: things have changed since I did Part 1, and I'm working on a rewrite that adds time between their introduction and Part 2. So if you read Part 1 or do, pretend that they kinda got to know each other, okay? Listen, the muse's inspiration took over, and I didn't want them to be strangers when he gets all mushy in Part 2. Personally, I'd run away if that happened.

Who/What: Miche Zacharius x afab reader. NSFW. He wanted to return the pleasure of course, but it turns out he was a bit smitten anyway. They actually get around to discussing the book.

Word count: 4.5k. Yes, for real.

Tags & CWs: Soft Miche, Reader is bad at feelings, humor, cussing, saliva, fingering, cunnilingus, PIV, self-indulgent af.

If you're here for just the smut, it's in the final quarter of this 😅

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Part 2

I look up after finishing the last pages of the unusual book. Miche’s still napping on his back, nude, left hand on his chest. His large window gets the setting sun, and damn, my view is unbeatable. Of the man, not the window.

The last of the brassy evening sunlight lays across his legs, revealing lines in his hair from the constant rub of gear straps, but it reveals more bruises I missed earlier. There’s an older greenish one on his upper left arm like he slammed into something. Curious, I stand for a closer inspection, fully aware of how fucking weird it is to watch someone sleeping. There’s a fresh bruise across his lower shins and a long slash on his outer calf, edges dimpled from stitches.

He needs to hydrate after training and this evening’s fun, so I scoot the chair to make noise and gauge how deeply he’s out. His legs shift, so I place my palm on his shoulder with a soft, “Hey, Miche.”

What am I doing?This is too personal, and I shouldn’t be here. However, if it’s possible for such a large man to be this adorable, then he’s the perfect example when he stretches, eyes fluttering open, and grinning up at me.

Fucking hell.

His eyes focus on the cup of water in my hand, and he slides his legs off of the bed to sit up and chug it, a couple of drops running down his neck and over his collarbone to drip onto the bed. It takes everything in me to not jump back into that bed when I meet his sleepy gaze.

“I finished the book.” Gotta get the hell out of here before whatever comes next.

“I noticed.” He studies me for a few seconds before reaching for my hand tucked under my elbow. “You good?” We were here two hours ago, with afternoon sunshine, existing on a different world, and now I’m stepping back when his fingertips graze mine.

I set the plate of food next to him on the bed. “Brought this if you’re hungry. I know you Section Commanders always have a ton of shit to do, so I’m gonna head out.”

He makes no move to eat, and I feel his eyes on me when I start pulling on my boots, stomach in a knot over potentially offending him. He’s been around long enough, so surely he’ll understand, right? There’s no way he’s as soft as he was earlier.

“Nah, I’m caught up, and we’ll have the next few weeks free to recuperate and plan.”

I nod, focusing on tying my laces.

“Yeah, yeah. I know what you’re doing but how about staying?”

The floor creaks when he stands, and I have to look; he’s backlit by the waning sunset, and I shamelessly drink in the scene, taking in everything from his hair to the glorious swell of his chest to his thighs to-

“’m going for an overdue shower. You’re welcome to make yourself comfortable, if you decide to stay.” I watch him pull on his dirty pants, stuffing himself in before doing the zipper, and it’s too intimate seeing something so mundane and personal. Goddamnit. I growl curses while taking off my boots, and he wraps me in this hug that keeps chiseling away at my hesitation.

“You sound like your captain cussing under your breath like that,” he mumbles against the top of my head. “But I’m glad to see your shoes by the door again.” Glad you’re staying. He hugs me tighter, clinging. I run through a dozen scenarios in my head, including being love-bombed at the present moment; his way with me is almost too familiar. I’d asked around before really considering thinking about him and got nothing negative.

“I’ll think about staying for a bit. Besides, we still have book club,” I finally say. “Especially since you’ll smell fresh. Not like cum and sweat.” He beams at my answer and leaves with this silly open-mouthed smile.

I light two of his lamps to browse his bookshelves, starting with the portraits while hoping he takes his time in case I change my mind. The first is of who I assume are his parents. Miche has his mother’s coloring and eyes, his father’s nose and brow. He has two portraits of them, the other larger and more recent. Beside this one is an oval painting of three children: one who’s clearly Miche with his sister and brother. Their brother looks like he’s the baby and takes after their father with his darker hair and youthful brown eyes. Miche seems to be eldest, and he and his sister favor each other. I’m tickled over how adorable Miche was with his childish bowlcut and chubby cheeks.

There’s not much order to his books, maybe a loose grouping by topic. I pull one about insects, deciding to say fuck the worrying for now. It’s not like we’ve never lost anything, and I’m fearing too far ahead anyway.

Miche comes in after tapping on his own door while I’m comparing illustrations of butterflies in the book at his desk. I turn to see his wide eyes on me like he’s surprised I’m still here.

“Hey, Sweetness.”

Sweetness. I’m not a pet name person. He leans over me with a hum and braces his palm on the desk to see which book I have, close but not uncomfortably so.

“Hey, uh,” I start. Oh, I’m nervous. “I don’t want you to think my hesitation was because of you, in a negative way.”

He rests his chin on my shoulder, and his stomach growls. I’m about to tell him to sit and eat, but he says in a quiet voice, “I’ve been wanting to talk to you basically since you started.”

“Crush at first sight?”

He chuckles and sits on his bed with the plate. “Do people our age still call it a crush?”

I have absolutely no response as the word mistake lurks on the edge of my thoughts. He’s serious. “Oh, shit. Shit. I’m very flattered, but...”

“Too risky, right? Getting attached or something.”

“Exactly.” There’s a slight flinch in his eyes, so I attempt humor. “Are you saying it’s too risky for me, or is it risky for you because you were crushing on me for months?”

“You goof,” he laughs. “I mean anyone getting attached is risky.”

I close the book and fully look at him. He’s grinning at me, eyes twinkling in the lamplight, and then this motherfucker says, “Feels like I caught a star or something today,” before shoving the rather big final chunk of bread in his mouth and mumbling, “But better. Real.”

Those words are from the book he lent me. The whole reason why we’re here: a fucking romance novel. His words should be too much for me, but the dopey way he’s chewing the damn bread at me makes them seem playful.

“You’re ridiculous,” I giggle. What wins here? Rationality says it’s way too fucking soon for all of this and that I need to take my leave, now. Logic reminds me that there’s nothing to lose here aside from a little rationality. Plus, he admitted to having a crush (mind-boggling).

I crawl onto the bed behind him to hide where it’ll be easier for me to open up. “I gotta admit that I don’t know what the hell to do here.” He sits still, listening while I glide my hand over his back and sides, my fingers finding remnants of previously broken ribs. “I assumed we’d just snack, talk about the book, get to know each other more after our fun. And here you are with this information and these too-sweet words.” I sweep my fingertips over his undercut, lightly scratching his scalp.

He lets my words hang, tilting his head back so I can reach more of his head. I stop to untangle his damp hair before it knots, and he breaks the silence.

“We’re both afraid.”

“Didn’t realize you are.” Fuck, I should’ve left. This is getting deep. “I like this shirt better than that thick training one. No buttons.” That gets a half-chuckle out of him. “I’m not good at this shit.”

“Don’t give a shit if you’re ‘not good at this shit.’”

I go back to scratching his head. “But I don’t know what it’s supposed to be like, just what it shouldn’t. And why now, this soon?”

“Well, Survey Corps shows you how quickly things can change, so...” he trails off with an exaggerated shrug and gives me space to think.

I do, dragging my nails over his scalp, thinking about how the character in the book longed for the comfort of being with the person he loved. Waking up next to them, sharing a pot of tea by the kitchen window on a stormy evening, splitting the last lemon poppyseed muffin.

“This,” he rasps, “this is what I want.”

“What, being petted like a horse?”

He snorts. “The intention behind it, goofy. Caring, you know? Of course, I‘ ll take being petted, too.”

“Oh, so that’s why you lent me the book. Preparing me for your confession.”

“A little, but it’s a good story. Wondered if it’d mean anything to you.”

I smooth his hair again, kissing it to soften my next blow. “You were warned that I’m bad at this. It was touching that they ended up together after everything they went through, but it felt like fantasy to me.” The fact that he hasn’t sent me on my way for my churlishness has me doubting my doubts. “Sorry.”

He sets the empty plate on his table and stretches out on his back to look up at me with those soft eyes. “Don’t be sorry; it is fantasy. Finished another book recently, also fantasy, with a character who says, ‘None of us sees more than a tiny piece of all the world, like we’re looking out a little window. I saw you through mine, and something inside me said That’s somebody you ought to know.’* I’m not asking you to marry me. Hell, I accepted long ago that’s not on my path, because every time I come back from an expedition is a fuckin’ miracle. I’m asking if you could see me from your little window, to spend time with me. To care.”

I’m speechless, replaying his words until my thoughts start to spin. Miche, I said I’m not good at this, followed by an apology. Miche, I need a lot of time, and it might not end up right, followed by an apology. This was a one-time thing. I’ll just hurt you. Probably by dying. Lets stick to books. Yeah, I have some recommendations. Yeah, I like that one-

He pokes my nose. “It’s been an hour.”

I’m an idiot. “You’re a shot of pure, beaming sunshine, you know that?”

Somehow, he wiggles closer, ribs and hip pressing against my bent knees. “I don’t but like hearing you say so.”

I sink onto his chest, easily finding a comfortable spot. Our hands comfort each other, mine moving in wide arcs over his chest, his fingers brushing through my hair, gentle as a whisper.

“I hurt the last person I was with,” I mumble against his chest. “First time in fifteen years I let someone get close like that. Or, I thought I did, because they said what hurt most was my distance.”

“Try to think about what’s going on now, the good right here.”

I groan, fighting another urge to run. “I should be pissed at you for convincing me like this.”

“You should?” he teases. “And what am I convincing you of?”

Convincing me to think about accepting someone’s care. Convincing me to allow myself to care too, instead of leaving so they can’t. “Damnit, Miche.” He knows; he’s ahead of me but has proven himself patient. “You’ll give me time, right?”

“Of course.”

“Can I tell you something else?” I don’t wait for his answer before saying it. “I thought about you bending me back over a table in the dining room and-”

“How?”

“I dunno, our pants conveniently disappear, and you-” A giggle cuts me off, and I lift my head. “Mid-lunch, shove aside a squadmate’s half-eaten apple. ‘Excuse me, I’m about to get railed by my man here.’”

His giggling gets intense when he tries to speak, wheezing what sounds like, “You? And that?” We’re both breaking down over this, but he keeps trying to talk. “No one’s done that with me before.”

“Obviously. I don’t think anyone besides Oluo would appreciate it, and Erwin would probably skin us.” He’s shaking and gasping, so I cut the shit to let him settle down.

“I meant doing what you did, taking charge. Seems like I’m always expected to lead, and it feels like a performance instead of a connection.”

I shove my face against his tit. “Come on, man! Are you pussy-drunk?” This renews his laughing fit, and I’m along for the ride because he squeezes me to him. It feels good making him fall apart twice in an evening.

“Yeah.” He lets me go to wipe his eyes. “Other reasons too. But I wanna know how you knew to do that. Might have to work on my poker face.”

I tuck my hand under my chin. “You don’t have a good poker face. We’ve played.”

“Aw, hell.”

“To answer your question though, you kept looking at me during dinner with these wide eyes, like nervous or doubtful.”

“I was! Didn’t wanna make the wrong move while wishing you’d do anything to me.”

It’s still unbelievable, the things he’s saying this evening.

“Have any thoughts about me besides your naughty table one?” he asks.

“Yeah.” I grasp his shoulders to pull myself close and kiss down his long nose. “Thought about wanting to get to know you and your pretty eyes. Then I came back from that expedition to you waiting to share a book with me.” I brush my lips against his, feeling his chase mine before I give in to share a soft, lazy kiss.

“Gonna make me melt again,” he murmurs.

“You should get some sleep.” When I start scooting out of his arms to take my leave, he blocks me with his legs. “Miche, I-”

“Hm-m, stay? Please?” He pulls me back onto him.

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I wake up as a warm little spoon tucked under his chin with his arms around me. It’s easy to doze like this, listening to his breath, feeling his heart against my shoulder. Until he starts snoring. I roll over under his arm, and he’s grinning already. “You snore.” The front of his hair dried slightly wonky.

“Was hoping your voice’d be the first thing I hear.” Oh, a gravelly morning voice, huh?

I tuck my feet against his legs. “So warm.”

“You kept saying that in your sleep. It was cute.”

“’s true.”

“Sweetness?”

Damnit. “Hm?”

“You hungry?”

“I will be, probably go for breakfast after a shower.”

“I can wait for you.”

It’s casual, the way he offers this, like he says to me often. I prop up on my elbow, and he quickly wiggles his head under mine, blinking up at me. Sleep marks cross his cheek and temple, and I flick sleep from under his eye. The short-lived dreamy haze cracks, and my stomach sinks realizing I’ll close his door behind me and never see that afternoon light in his eyes again. Think about what’s going on now, the good right here.

I can chose to stay and feel things out, right? It’s not like we’re getting younger, and we know our days are numbered.

“Hey, we don’t have to go together. ’s okay. But you’ll come back, right? Wanna-no, need to treat you.”

Morning breath be damned, I slide my leg over his and lean in to kiss him. It’s harder to talk myself out of this, to keep myself from caring, regardless of his reminder about treating me.

“We’ll go, and yes, I’m coming back.”

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Walking into the dining hall with him? Eating with him? Uneventful, except for this knowing look from my captain.

Miche and I split to handle our separate duties after breakfast with the intention of meeting in his quarters at 15:00. “Bigger bed,” I remind him when he asks if I’d prefer my quarters.

I get to his door closer to 15:30, running behind from an errand, and he opens before I can knock, standing there giving me that big goofy smile. “You made it.”

“Sorry, got stuck in a long meeting...” My thought fades when he scoops me up like I weigh nothing, lifts me to peck my lips, and lies in his side still holding me. No one has ever handled me like this, moving me at their whim in an intentional, loving way.

I curl up in his arms, playing with his hair while we wind down from our days. His brow softens, duties fading so he can exist in this reprieve. He probably sees something similar in me, because he asks, “Anything specific you like?”

“Wish I could say, but it’s more about what feels good in the moment.”

“I just wanna get my mouth and hands on you.” His words, his voice, make my head swim with how quickly they light me up.

“Yeah? What are you waiting for?”

“Those words.”

He gets me on my back, his breath behind my ear. I try to pull him closer, but he resists with a grunt against my neck. The heat of his breath makes me dizzier, and I let my hands drop from his shoulders.

“That’s it,” his whispers.

And oh, the way his large rough hands feel sliding under my shirt and over my ribs. My breath catches when his fingers brush my lower stomach. “Can we take this off?” he asks, tugging the hem of my shirt.

“Take everything.” His hands move slowly, reverently, not bothering with his own clothes before sitting between my legs and resting my thighs on his knees. “Yours?”

“In time, ‘m busy,” he whines. There’s a moment of silence while he takes me in, then he swipes his thumb over me. “Wow.”

“What?”

He admires my arousal between his thumb and finger. “For me?”

“Yes,” I answer, curious, and hold in my laugh. He throws his head back and lets out a whispered howl. My face and chest burn so hot I feel another wave of chills, then he lowers his eyes, all dreamy and heavy-lidded, to find mine, and he sucks his fingers.

“All mine?”

I don’t know if he actually wants an answer, but I give one. “Yes, Miche. All yours.” His mustache curls with this eager grin, and I clarify, “For now.”

“I’ll take it.” His hands ghost over my sides and stomach again, but it’s comfortably ticklish. I close my eyes when his touch reaches my hips, and he does what I did to him—frames my groin to massage me.

I peek, seeing his jaw hanging, and he swallows when nudging the tip of one of his thumbs into me. “You’re pulling me in.”

“Give in.”

He does, making me shiver; he sees, knows that he’s earned another crack in my wall. This is why I want to maintain control. I don’t want to be known, it’s too much exposure, yet Miche somehow got past that with a goddamn book.I’m done for.

And that’s okay right now, because he withdraws his thumb and drops to his stomach, shaking the bed. His fingers rub small circles over my inner thighs, his hot, wet mouth trailing along the circles. The tickle from his mustache causes more shivering under delicious, tingling waves. I shove his pillow under my head, peering over my body at him when his tongue begins exploring.

“Fuck,” he mutters before slipping his tongue deeper and groaning. “Of course you taste this good.”

I reach to hold his hair back, quickly realizing it’s gonna take strength to not explode from the view of his face between my thighs. Those eyes meet mine...and my god, the fucking rush.

“Gonna watch?” he asks without pulling away and presses the tip of his tongue above my clit. I smile and start to answer, but he pushes his wide tongue against me and drags it down. He repeats this, increasing pressure each time. When he adds soft flicks before the even drag of his flattened tongue, my strength falters.

He pauses, eyes wide, his cheek against my thigh. “You okay?”

I breathe and ease my grip on his hair. “You almost had me there.”

“I know.” His hand leaves my thigh so he can slide a fingertip into me, and he blinks, hard, before looking to the side to release a long breath. “Oh my g-tell me when y-”

“Now.” He closes his eyes, mouth resuming his tending while he gently works his thick finger into me. Soon, he’s humming over my clit, syncing the near-agonizingly slow rhythm between his tongue and hand.

“Miche, you’re almost hitting my sweet spot, you feel it?” The pad of his finger immediately moves over it, and he adds more pressure with his tongue. My thighs squeeze his head, and I almost feel bad when I notice I’m tugging hair again. Just before I lose it, I try to ask, “Now?” but it comes out as a squeak.

“Hm?”

“Now?” I pant.

Miche lifts his head, pulling out his finger to begin gently giving me two. He sucks in his bottom lip when I groan from the pleasurable addition, but he quickly gets his tongue back in place, fingers finding that spot again. This is all it takes. He’s moaning along with me while I ride it out, prolonging the waves with softer licks while my breathing slows.

“Wish you could see the absolutely beautiful mess I made of you,” he whispers.

“Your face gives me some kind of idea.”

“Everything was fine yesterday, right?”

“More than fine.”

“Was anything-was I uncomfortable to...”

I’d be humored if he didn’t look worried. “No. We didn’t meet all the way, but still.”

“Don’t wanna hurt you, ever.” He leans over me, and I kiss his slick nose.

“If you’re wanting me to wax poetic about your body, just say so, but it’d help if you ditch the clothes.”

“No, it’s not that.” Yeah, there’s a smile struggling under his mustache. “You’re kinda compact.”

“Be serious. You don’t need an anatomy lesson, right?” Neither of us can keep from giggling any more.

“You’re somethin’.” He hops off the bed to shuck his clothes, both of us still shaking with suppressed laughter when he eases his weight on me.

“Mhm, I’m funny.”

He starts giggling again, giving up and dropping his head against my shoulder just to whine, “Sweetness” behind my fucking ear.

“That’s gonna do me in. I think you know that.”

“Kinda the goal, huh?” he winks, shifting to kneel so he can gather my wetness to coat his cock. I think about offering to do it but don’t—it’s fucking hot watching the shine of my arousal mixed with his saliva spread over his pretty deep pink head and thick shaft, and he’s looking at me in return through his messy hair. I scoot to clamp my thighs against his hips, wink up at him, and tug him onto me.

His sighs, and I hold back the hair hanging over his forehead and eyes, revealing a few wiry white hairs that I missed yesterday. “So much beauty to see,” I murmur and slip my free hand between us, eager to finally get my hand around him.

He’s close enough for me to nock his tip, and I feel my cunt pulling at him. “You can take it from here, Miche.” But he hesitates, so I reassure him. “I’ll say if anything’s uncomfortable.”

“’ll go slow, if not for you then for myself.” He does, slowly starting to push into me before taking a timid pause, watching me for any discomfort.

“You’re good, keep going.” I spasm around him when he pushes further, and I get lost in everything, his weight, his scent, the taste of his skin. And it’s all intensified by the way he’s watching me, pausing with his cock partially buried before dragging his hips back to utter a pinched groan while giving me more with his next slow push. I float in pleasure, mumbling encouraging words, and soon our groins meet. He stops here to kiss me, and feeling his tongue against mine, tasting him, makes my cunt squeeze him.

“That’s gonna-”

“Take a break when you need to.”

He does, pulling out to press his cock head to my clit. “Wanna last long enough to feel you cum on my dick.”

“Think about the ODM straps on your feet.” He nods at that, rubbing against me. “Hey Miche? ‘m all yours right now. Don’t forget.”

“Fuckin’ couldn’t.”

I shake when he slides back in with a sighed moan. “Feel how easy that was?” He tries an experimental thrust. “Like that, yeah.”

He puts his forehead to mine, keeping his slow pace. “Shit.”

I want to take over, directed by the close sound of his breath straining around his little grunts, but focus on his eyes and accept. When my my legs start shaking around his waist, I think Damn, I should do this more often.

Miche’s weak voice against my ear asks, “W-where? Can’t-mmph-longer” and sends me hurtling toward breaking.

“Where you are or on me,” I manage to answer before hearing my own loud sob while my body releases, clinging to his closed-mouth whimpering and scratch of his beard against my shoulder.

A mashed-up string of curses before he utters, “It’s-”

“Yeah?” His noises pause as he lifts his head from my shoulder, a string of drool from his chin to my shoulder. “Do it, Miche.”

Staying where he is, he fights to keep his eyes open, mouth offering gratitude between his spasms while I feel his release as though it’s mine before he collapses on me.

We breathe, while the sun shifts to pour more light through the windows. He wipes the sweat on my forehead, and when our eyes focus, I realize my mistake: I’m about to receive a shower of affection.

It comes in the form of probably a hundred actual smooches all over my face, ears, neck, shoulders, tits. I’m a giggling puddle by the time he stops to press my palms against his fuzzy cheeks and say, “You were ready to run outta here yesterday evening.”

The sun’s glow catches in his eyes. “Yeah.”

“How ‘bout now?”

“Couldn’t if I wanted to with you on top of me,” I tease and pinch at the apples of his cheeks. “But I don’t want to.”

*Reference: Bookshops & Bonedust by Travis Baldree

#miche zacharius smut #miche zacharias x reader #miche smut #miche x reader #miche on beffers' mind #it'd be really cool if this actually shows up in the tags

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OKAY I'M WRITING THIS ON THE BUS TO WORK I'VE GOT 40 MINUTES AND PRAYING NO ONE LOOKS OVER MY SHOULDER.

Hello it's been over a month since the last part 😭 I've lost the groove. But uhh remember how I said Dia is a sponsor for the tour? He definitely ropes Belphie into attending some shows for promo pics. Belphie is going to attend the very first concert stop that night (there's maybe like four before the show in their city or something)

I'm thinking Lucifer is checking in on Mammon when I burst into the shop, running late but still making a stop for breakfast. Mammon slides my order towards me, waving his hand when I try to pay. Cue me glaring at him and stuffing a $20 bill in his tip jar BECAUSE HE CAN'T KEEP TRYING TO GIVE SOLOMON AND I FREE FOOD.

And he scoffs because I know I don't carry cash, BUT NOW I HAVE TO BC I GOTTA TO PAY HIM !! SIR !! YOU'LL GO OUT OF BUSINESS !! Lucifer is watching this all with a raised eyebrow. (He definitely makes his family pay. Luke is the only other one to get free stuff.)

anyway when I'm reaching for my drink he grabs my wrist impulsively because he notices I'm wearing new bracelets ??

"The hell are these?"

"I made them for my concert! Y'know, the one I keep talking about? Where I didn't come for a while because I had no money? It's in a couple days !!"

of course he knows about the concert. he knows about it, but Solomon and him kept forgetting the exact date. He also forgot to ask beg Lucifer to ask Dia for tickets.

"Why're ya making bracelets?" At the same time Lucifer asks "Concert? What concert?" because he did NOT know I was attending. He was actually planning to stop by after finishing checking on Mammon to present me with tickets.

"Fall Out Boy! My favorite band ever? The one I'm always playing in the shop? They're coming here! And I bought tickets so long ago and I'm so excited because it's my first concert and they're my favorite band ever and *wheezes for air* AND I GOT FLOOR SEATS TOO AND THEY'RE LIKE RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE AND I CAN'T WAIT AND TO TRADE BRACELETS- ohmygod I'm even more late now okay bye guys!"

And Lucifer is kinda sitting there shocked. He doesn't know why he didn't expect me to buy tickets. Now he must recalculate.

"Hey Lucifer..." With the tone he used to use when he wanted to borrow money before starting the cafe. "I'm not bailing you out of bankruptcy for giving away food to your crushes." "C-CRUSHES? W-WHA? WHO SAID THAT, I AIN'T SAY NOTHIN LIKE THAT-" "Mammon." "Damn it, Lucifer, that ain't what I was gonna ask! I was gonna ask... Diavolo's sponsoring this thing, ain't he?" "And what of it if he is?" "...Ya think he has two extra tickets? I'll pay for 'em no problem. I just don't want her going alone, ya know?"

And Lucifer stares at him for a long time. So long Mammon is getting nervous, wringing a rag in his hands. And it clicks for Lucifer how he'll save this.

"Find out what seat she's purchased and let me know. I'll ask Diavolo and see what I can do. No promises, Mammon."

And Mammon practically beams while letting out a big breath. He nods enthusiastically and texts Solomon 'I need to find out what seat that ticket she bought is' to not forget, because he knows he'll be texting Solomon later anyway and will see the last message he sent, so he's sure to not forget. Foolproof plan.

"You need just two tickets, or three seats together?"

"...Three seats together. I said two tickets because she already has one, don't she? One for me, one for Solomon."

"Interesting. I'll let you know."

"Eh?! What is that supposed to mean?!"

okay uhh next part is gonna have beel and belphie i think at the cafe visiting mammon!! im happy to be writing this again. I did make bracelets when I attended this concert but I only made twenty the night before 😭 I had procrastinated so long and debated because I was too afraid of going up to people to hand them out. But I did get to trade !! I still have all the one's I got.

Um umm I had other things to say I'm forgetting. I looked up from my phone and panicked because I thought I missed my stop o(-( nah it was just construction making everything unrecognizable

have i named my mc before? i can't remember. i just keep avoiding using her name akwkwjd oops

OKAY BYE HAVE A GOOD DAY, MANAGED TO FINISH THIS BEFORE GETTING TO MY STOP

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MC NAME REVEAL, READY GO~

LOL but seriously, I have not heard her name and now I wish to know it! I know YOUR name of course, since I have stalked your blog a bit since you came off anon~ ah sorry if that's creepy~

But anyway!!

Lucifer to the rescue!!! What a guy, he's so nice in this story but still totally himself I love it~

Mammon giving away food to his crushes ;asldkfjdf and OF COURSE the only other one who gets free food is Luke that's so cuuuuuute!

I also LOVE the detail of Mammon texting Solomon something so that he'll remember it. It tells us so much about Mammon (ADHD lol), but it also speaks volumes about his relationship with Solomon at this point, too. Because if you know you're going to be texting someone that often, then they must be pretty important to you. And also you must feel comfortable with them if you're texting them little reminders for yourself. I just think this is a really cute detail~

Anyway, as always, I'm here for this sweet story!!

#it makes me wanna write a Barb coffee shop au #I've thought about it a lot but never done anything with it sigh #obey me #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me solomon #lonely-north-star #cc mutuals #misc answers

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zappedbyzabka · 1 year

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Happy Mermay! Mermaid Johnny meeting human Daniel and deciding to try to walk on land. Daniel finds a beautiful naked guy who doesn't seem to know how to use his legs or any of the fun parts and gets to teach him about the human world and all the pleasure. Mermaid Daniel meeting Johnny on a beach and deciding he wants that pretty creature, so maybe he lures him into the water, maybe he sings a song, maybe he calls out from the waves and Johnny's more than happy to run out because the guys handsome and hey knew friend who said they could play a game. Or maybe he's learning to surf or out swimming and hand grabs his ass or feels him up and at first he thinks it's a fish because it's gotta be a fish right? But it's hard to focus on a surfing class if somethings curiously poking around at his ass. Maybe he ends up finding a deserted piece of the beach and has sex with a merman and no one will ever believe him. But that's fine because any time he goes to the beach he's always happy to see his new friend and have sex in the sea or on the beach. (lol maybe that's his new favorite drink: sex on the beach)

IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO GET TO THIS😭💖 (I over thought it.)

(Also, take note that I’m applying a sort of abo esque thing to mermaids but it can be ignored.)

The thought of cute mermaid Johnny walking on wobbly legs and really acting like an Ariel. Blinking up at the cute boy who caught him and can’t stop looking at his legs—which he himself doesn’t understand are very nice and long.

Daniel showed him around, trying to understand why Johnny doesn’t seem all that familiar with the area despite being from Cali.

"I’m from around here; I just explore somewhere else more often."

What the hell does that even mean?

After spending the entire day together, going to random places, and Daniel talking Johnny’s ear off, explaining the things Johnny didn’t understand, Johnny told him he was interesting but a total square. Daniel had used the very little bit of cash he had to buy Johnny food at a bakery, watching in near awe the way Johnny shoved the croissant in his mouth like he’d never had anything that good before. He had to stop Johnny from grabbing more treats without paying—thankfully (aggravatingly), the old man behind the counter seemed to enjoy Johnny's little clothing enough to give him two free of charge.

They ended up at the beach again later that night, laying in the sand, Johnny’s head resting on Daniel’s shoulder, a cozy quiet between them for a while that had Daniel falling with slurred promises to see him again. Johnny sang to him, a sound that made Daniel feel a strange calm—waves of it washed over him as he drifted off.

Johnny was gone the next morning, and Daniel got a little worried—but he went back later, disappointed when he couldn’t see Johnny until he heard splashing in the water.

He assumed he was just swimming until he saw the tail, which was the cause of all that splashing. Johnny swam to him, then sat in the shallow water, looking apprehensive. "You aren’t going to tell anyone, right?"

Daniel was honestly too interested in the scaly tail. A nice blue-to-red that bleeds into pink and ends in a pretty lavender. He wanted to reach out and pet it.

"LaRusso?"

"I wouldn’t have told you my last name if I knew you’d never say my first.”

Johnny laughed, his cheeks red and slick from water—all of him is slick, actually, and it’s very distracting.

"Daniel…"

He freezes. He wants to hear it again.

"Daniel, you won’t tell anyone?"

Daniel breathes out, shaking his head. "Of course not."

Johnny gives a look of relief and tugs on Daniel’s arm. "Come in here."

"No, I don’t want my clothes to get wet. Just come out, sweetheart."

Johnny blushed at the petname, and crawled out.

Not even 10 minutes later, Johnny is straddling Daniel in the sand, squirming in Daniel’s lap while he kisses him. To be fair, Johnny was naked.

You just gonna keep your mouth open like that?"

Johnny flicked him in the head, huffing and crossing his arms. "You don’t have to kiss me—"

But Daniel wants to kiss him, and he does again, and again and again.

"Daniel," Johnny gasps when they part, "Touch me."

Daniel’s cock twitches; he’d honestly been hard since he saw Johnny again. He roams his eyes over him, having a difficult time picking where he wants to feel first, so he settles for leaning forward and burying his face in Johnny’s neck, touching Johnny everywhere he can reach in an almost frenzy.

Johnny arches and sighs happily, scratching Daniel’s scalp. "Touch me lower, come on. Show me what it feels like."

Daniel pulls back. "Are you?…."

"What?"

Daniel clears his throat. "Have you never been with anyone?”

Johnny’s brows furrow. "Of course I have! I just haven’t had these parts touched. I’ve tried a little, but it’s different. I don’t get wet down there like I do in my real form…"

Daniel’s mouth falls open, lips wet and puffy from all his kissing and mouthing.

Johnny gets a look on his face, cheeks glowing red, and stares at Daniel’s mouth.

Daniel has him on his back, those long pale legs thrown over his shoulders, while he rubs Johnny’s dick and sticks his tongue in Johnny’s sweet hole, pulling away every so often to suck Johnny’s tits instead.

He can’t shut up; he has to keep telling him how good he tastes and how perfect he is down there—the prettiest he’s ever seen—and he never wants to stop.

And after he made Johnny come all over them both, he expected nothing in return, but after Johnny got through his afterglow, he ordered Daniel to step up and gave him the best (and first) blow of his life.

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(Mermaid Daniel instantly made me think: Squirmy mermaid dick 😭 but also👀)

Johnny was sitting on a small deck, feet submerged in the water, as he watched the water shimmer and tried to focus on the color instead of the anxiety in his stomach. He didn’t even know why; there were too many reasons for him to blame it on, but the last thing he wanted to do was tell someone—be a nuisance.

"Hi!"

Johnny flinched, whipping his head in the direction of the boy who yelled.

"Hi?"

"Whatcha doing out here?"

Nosey.

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

"Sitting."

“Yep.”

"Wow, interesting."

Johnny shrugged, looking back at the expanse of water and hoping the guy would take a hint. "You asked."

"I did, you seemed very…” gloomy “deep in thought. I’m Daniel, by the way."

Johnny sighed, looking down at Daniel again. He seems nice, despite Johnny’s snippiness. "Like the guy from Grease?"

Daniel rubbed the back of his neck, a bashful expression on his face. He’s handsome. "No one’s ever compared someone like me to him. I know you meant the name, though—"

"A guy like you?"

Daniel ducked his head. "Scrawny."

Johnny felt a twinge of something in his chest. An ache for another. The guy may not be buff, but he’s handsome. "You have that dark hair, and…" he looked him over for more "Uh, and your arms are really toned even though they’re skinny. " Why is he being so nice? "And you have more armpit hair than I could dream of having."

Daniel snorted, lowering his arm back down quickly. "Thanks, man."

There’s a comfortable silence for a moment. "Can I touch your hair?"

Johnny blinks at him. "Uh, why?"

"It’s all shiny and golden. Looks soft."

Johnny raised a brow, then leaned down and let him touch. Daniel smiles wide, his cute, crooked teeth on display. "Nice. You do some sort of hair care?"

Yes. "No…"

"Hm, good genes."

Johnny stared at the setting sun. It always looked like it was sinking in the water to Johnny. Burned out until the next day.

"Come into the water with me? It’s still light enough out."

Johnny didn’t see why not. He stripped down to his (too small) briefs, with Daniel staring up at him wide eyed before turning away with both hands covering his face. Johnny smirked, and jumped in.

When he broke back up from the water, Daniel was gone—at least he thought so until he felt what was unmistakably a finger poke his ass. He squeaked. "Dude?"

Daniel wraps his arms around Johnny, breaking back up from the water. "You’re the most precious human I’ve ever seen!"

Johnny shoves him slightly, and Daniel’s arms fall from him, doe eyes full of something dangerous, like he was fighting with himself on something.

He could steal Johnny away like a perfect pearl from a clam. But he’s not like that.

"Human? You an alien or something?"

Daniel shrugged. "Something like that. Who’s the nosey one now, sweetheart?"

Wait, he said that out loud earlier? And Sweet-hot: He likes that accent.

Johnny huffed, fighting the urge to do something girly like twirl his hair or ask him where he’s from. This guy probably just felt bad because he was alone; he doesn’t need to know his story. Maybe he should go.

He makes no move to do so.

Daniel started running his fingers through the water absentmindedly, soft sloshing filling the quiet as they drifted close to each other. Johnny likes the way his hands look: blunt nailed and long. He likes that he hasn’t left yet.

they drifted closer, the water carrying them towards one another.

They bumped into each other, and their lips met. He didn't regret it at all, not when Daniel was holding him like that. He’s a little bit eager, practically vacuuming Johnny’s mouth, but even that made Johnny feel nice. But then he felt something that definitely wasn’t legs against his.

He pushed Daniel away, reaching down and flinching when his hand met a tail.

"Surprise?"

Johnny stares at him. "What the fuck?"

Daniel sighs, looking at the deeper waters. He was being very reckless here—his Ma would be disappointed, but….beautiful human boys . "I can show you a few tricks if you want. If you won't tell anyone."

Johnny doesn’t think it can get weirder. He nodded, watching Daniel swim, tail splashing—it’s all far too fluid to be something he isn’t used to doing.

So….mermen exist, pretty neat.

Johnny was, in fact, very impressed with Daniel’s tricks—all his diving and leaping. Even better than watching the seals in San Diego laze around, who all congregate together on this big rock. He’d always imagine leaving his mother’s side and joining them; it must be a relaxing life.

Those silly tricks of his got Daniel a big smile and a lot more.

Johnny had him get on the deck with him, offered him his jeans, and waved Daniel off when he worried about Johnny walking around without them. "I like wearing shorts anyway."

daniel had raised a brow at him. "Those are shorter than shorts, but…" His clothes were so far away. "Okay, I’ll take em."

They didn’t go far, just over to one of the big rocks close by, and sat against it for the remaining light of the day.

He let Daniel lay him against the sand and kiss him again, let him pull his briefs down his legs.

Let him grope and lick wherever he wanted, then let him fuck him too. He’s so gentle with Johnny, like he’s fine china and not the bull. Maybe he’s both, people like to break him.

he’s the china, pretending to be the bull.

But blessedly, he was distracted from his thoughts when Daniel pulled out and came on his stomach.

He was disappointed he hadn’t done it inside him. He scooped some up with his fingers, and licked them clean. Daniel watched, dick trying to harden again, before he snapped out of it. “No, don’t swallow!”

Johnny flinched: was Daniel mad at him? Did he do something wrong. “I…I already did. I’m sorry—“

Daniel waved his hands, looking worried. “You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just, um” he mumbles something.

“What was that?”

“My semen,” they both cringe at that word “Works kinda like a drug. It’ll make you want to keep going until you can’t anymore. Common knowledge to us.”

Johnny thought it had to be a joke. He’d never read that in any old tale. “What are you—Oh.”

Suddenly his whole body was hot, like it was 120 degrees and the only hydration he needed was Daniel’s dick. He stared at it, feeling too empty. “Please, let me have more, Daniel, pleasepleaseplease—“

“Woah, honey. It’s okay, come ‘ere.”

Johnny practically tackled him, one hand on Daniel’s arm, and the other wrapping around Daniel cock—jerking it fast. “Gimme it, please. Need it back inside, need more.”

Daniel is but a merman, and it was him that caused Johnny to get like that; he gave him more and didn’t stop until sunrise.

Daniel never planned on that being the last time he saw Johnny, and Johnny felt the same.

They meet every night, and it wasn’t long before they became official unofficially.

Daniel was clumsy in his human form, constantly running into things and tripping over his feet like a dork. He assures Johnny that it has nothing to do with having a fish tail for almost the entirety of his life.

They also go to the beach so often, a habit Daniel had much given up besides allowing himself a swim every so often because it was irritating to find a time of day where people wouldn’t see him and he’d been so distracted by the brand new place after he and Lucille moved to land, but it always felt like something was wrong when he stopped swimming. Johnny got him to start doing it more. Usually they’d go later in the day, so Daniel doesn't have to wait too long to swim. Walk on the beach with their arms linked, feeling the heat on their skin and eating the ice cream cones melting in their hands as fast as they could. Daniel could watch Johnny in the water for hours and cherish every knick knack Johnny brought back to him—as if he hasn’t seen sand dollars and shells 100 times before.

But right when that time comes around where it’s safe to change, Johnny’s grabbing his hand and telling him to get the hell up and get his merman time, it’s important.

#safety first #lawrusso #nsft #mermaid au #Mermaid second sexes n shish #Merman Daniel has a big tentacle dick #And Johnny has a vag and tiny tentacle in his merman form #but you can always ignore that. He could have meant ‘wet’ from the water

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[Soulmage] There's two kinds of magical disfigurement. One is trollification, where your magic has gone so utterly WRONG that your body shifts into grotesque shapes. It's nasty, but it's usually fixable. The other is Elvenification, which is permanent because you can't fix 'perfection.'

Soulmage

Magic changed you. Over the countless eons since people had began consciously casting spells, humanity had splintered into hundreds of slightly varying species. The mischief-witches of old had become goblins; the Forgivers had turned into fey; and the light-wielders of the Silent Peaks had grown into elves. In typical city-boy fashion, the Silent Parliament declared that the goblins and the fey and everyone who wasn't from the Silent Peaks were grotesque monsters, while the elves of the Silent Peaks were unchangeable perfection that the entire world should strive to emulate. Goblins felt nothing but impulses for mischief; fey would let even the vilest of criminals run free; but alone amongst the varied subspecies of humanity, only the elves felt constant, pure, transcendent joy.

As the only student at the Silent Academy who had actually seen a goblin for myself, I didn't agree—but I'd gotten kicked out of class for running my mouth about it, so I didn't see any point in causing trouble.

Trouble always found me instead.

"Hey there, goblin-fucker," a voice called from behind me. I was trying to study—if I lost my place at the Academy, I lost my source of food and shelter—but the unused classroom I was using was a public space, and there was nothing stopping my classmates from heckling me as they passed by. I turned around; an unfortunately-familiar elf was lounging in the doorway, this week's girlfriend tucked under his arm. The signature halo of an elf blazed around his head, feeding off his barely-restrained glee at seeing me cornered and alone.

"Iola," I said, carefully tucking my notebook into my pocket, then turned towards the girl Iola was holding onto. "I don't think we've met," I said.

The girl blinked, surprised, then shyly smiled. "I'm Lucet—"

"Oi!" Iola let go of Lucet, swaggering towards me. I ignored him, waggling my eyebrows at Lucet instead. "I was talking to you, goblin-fucker."

"I don't see anyone by that name around here," I mildly said. I paused, then deliberately turned towards Iola and wrinkled my nose. "I do smell him, though."

Lucet giggled as Iola's elven halo flickered, irritation momentarily tainting his schadenfreude. "Stay away from my girlfriend, you Redlands freak."

"I would, but you've been dumped by so many of them. I can hardly cross the main lawn without tripping over—" I don't know what self-destructive instinct led me to keep talking when the flash of anger in Iola's eyes ignited, but I knew I'd struck a nerve by the way Lucet flinched. Iola surged forwards, a savage joy stoking his elven glow to life as he surged forwards and slammed me against the wall, forearm pressed against my throat like a steel bar.

"You know," Iola said, a drawling grin on his face, "it's not too hard to make a goblin. Just gotta pump you up with the right emotions for long enough. Would you like that? Huh? Want me to make you into one of those green-skinned freaks?"

Iola's eyes bulged with sadistic happiness, and a bolt of insight struck me like a hailstone in summer.

Elves felt gleeful all the time, even when they really, really shouldn't.

"Do... what you want with me," I choked out. "It can't... be worse... than what they've done... to you."

Iola's nostrils flared, pushing his forearm further into my throat, and I reached for the thorns around my soul to make my escape—

—but before I could, all at once, he let go.

He stared at me for a heartbeat, then laughed, heartily, wholesomely, and it was almost as if we were best drinking buddies and he hadn't just tried to choke me to death.

"You really are a riot, Cienne," Iola said, squeezing my shoulder. "You make me laugh."

Then he lifted his hand and turned away, whistling a happy tune as he walked down the hall.

I rubbed at my neck, fear finally overtaking the self-destructive energy that had been flowing through me. Even if I reported him to the Academy, they wouldn't try to "fix" him.

He was an elf, after all. There was no need to fix perfection.

Lucet tentatively walked up to me, then sat by my side. "Are you... are you okay? I know when he..." She shivered, then said, "I know ice helps. For after." She held out a hand, sorrow condensing into a droplet of cold, a question in her eyes.

I shook my head. "I'm used to it," I said. "I'll live."

She nodded, retracting her spell.

"I like to watch the moon," she blurted out. "At midnight. On the clock tower. It's supposed to be locked, but if you know the right spells, you can climb up anyway."

I blinked, then smiled. "That sounds lovely." I held out a hand. "Cienne."

"Lucet," she said, and shook my hand.

Then the two of us parted ways, our minds already drifting to other things. What we would eat, when we would sleep, how we would make it through the year.

We were only human, after all.

A.N.

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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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Bad Day Turned Good

Joe Velasco x reader Warnings; language, alcohol consumption, smut. Covers the "oral" square for @thatesqcrush kink bingo and fills a req for @misscharlielulu I won't lie to you, this took me ages to write, and I got very uninspired halfway through so I left it with a bit of a cut off ending despite planning to go at least a little bit passed that originally. gotta leave me some inspiration for other fics LOL.

You had had the absolute worst week of your life; it was simply one thing after another and you weren’t sure if you were at your breaking point or passed it. First you had some terrible days at work, where all you could do was keep your mouth shut to not lose your job, your boss coming down on you for a plethora of mistakes that weren’t actually your fault. When you got home Friday night all you wanted was a hefty glass of wine, some delicious take out and a nice soak in the tub to make it all go away. So it was a very unpleasant surprise when the restaurant was out of your favourite and had discontinued your back up meal, you nearly tripped over you neighbor's cat on the stairs (who wasn’t even supposed to be out of the apartment) causing you to drop and smash the bottle of wine. Finally, when you got to your apartment door there was a notice from the building’s super saying that the water was going to be off for the entirety of the weekend, all the water, not just the hot stuff.

You let out a loud frustrated groan, stuck between wanting to smash something else, or burst into tears, you weren’t quite sure. Instead you dug through your fridge, finding an old bottle of beer that would have to do and grumbled your way to the kitchen island to dig into your take out. You got about three bites into it and realized the chicken was horribly overcooked and let out a little groan, dropping your head down to the island in front of you. Glancing up at the clock you decided it wasn’t too early to hit up the pub around the corner, at least there you’d have hot, fresh food and an endless supply of alcohol you actually preferred.

Down at the bar you settled into a half booth against the wall, the high top of the table looking out into the room and promptly ordered a glass of wine and a chicken penne ala vodka. The instant the food and drink hit your lips you felt your body melt in relaxation, even if you weren’t in the privacy of your own home, you had something to help make you forget your terrible week.

Once you’d finished eating you ordered another glass of wine, setting up your relaxation for the rest of the weekend. You scrolled through a number of apps on your phone, replied to a couple of emails and enjoyed your wine. You debated how you were going to get through the entire weekend without any water, sure you could shower at the gym but everything else would still be a huge hassle. You could show up to your parents house up in Jersey but that was about the last thing you wanted to do. Back in your childhood bedroom, constant lectures on how to live your life, interrogations about when you were going to get married and pop out a couple of kids when the closest thing to a partner you had was your vibrator. You were flipping through your most recent text chains, wondering if a friend had a couch that you could crash on for a night when you noticed movement on the other side of the table, figuring the server was back over you barely glanced up.

“I’ll grab another one please.”

“First I’d have to know what you’re drinking.” The voice came back with a slight tease to it and you were instantly pulled from your distraction, gaze shooting up to take in the man in front of you. Adorable grin on his cheeks, sparkle in his eyes and beer in his hand.

“Oh, sorry. I thought you were the server.” You let out a small laugh, “guess not.”

“I mean… I was gonna ask if I could buy you a drink.” He reached out his free hand across the table, “Joe.”

“Y/n.” You smiled as you accepted the handshake.

“Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all.” Smile on your lips you took another sip of your wine, watching as he settled into the table across from you. He was dressed casually enough for you to know he likely wasn’t some Wall Street douchebag but not overly casual, a form fitting tee and dark jeans. While you could see the slyness in his grin, you could feel the softness from behind it, one that told you if you suddenly flirted back as hard as he was, you’d probably succeed in flustering him.

“What brings you out tonight?” He asked and you let out a huff of a laugh.

“A pretty fucking terrible week, yourself?”

“Needed a bit of a break from reality.”

“Seems like we were meant to run into each other, hey?” You grinned back at him, a sparkle in your eye as your suspicion was confirmed when his cheeks flushed slightly and he ducked his gaze to take a sip of his beer.

It didn’t take long for Joe to ask if you wanted to get out of there, and it didn’t take long after that to hurry your way into his apartment, conveniently only three blocks away. You were on the same page, wanting to feel better after your shitty weeks, wanted to forget about the world for a little bit, and there certainly was one very easy way to do that. The door swung shut behind you to quickly be locked while coats and shoes were shrugged off, dropping to the floor as your lips meet in a fiery kiss, hands prying at the other’s clothing, aching to feel skin on skin. Joe tugged your shirt over your head as your hands snuck under his shirt, nails scratching lightly at his skin and his breath caught in his throat. He broke the kiss as you pulled the offending fabric off, hands roaming his bare skin. His hand sunk lower, groping at your ass before smacking lightly, urging you to jump up into his arms and you followed his lead, legs wrapping around his waist.

He moved you through the space, bracing against the wall while his tongue dove into your mouth, exploring every inch of you as it danced with your own tongue. Your hands scratched up his sides, coming to tangle in the short strands of his hair, tugging ever so lightly. His hips ground against yours and you couldn’t help but break the kiss with a breathless moan. Joe took advantage, lips trailing across your jaw, nipping at your earlobe before leaving sloppy kisses down your neck, teeth scraping against your skin, pulling more whines and moans from your parted lips. His hands massaged at your ass again, fingers slipping into the waistband of your pants as he moved you from the wall, tugging them down you legs as you kicked them off. He dropped you down onto the extension of the sectional couch, chuckling as you let out a little giggle, bouncing against the cushions.

“God you’re beautiful…” he murmured, dropping over you, caging you into the couch as you let out another little laugh, one that morphed into a moan as his mouth trailed across your skin, nipping at your collarbone. Joe’s hands wrapped around you, undoing your bra, sliding it down your arms before he let out a groan at your bare chest.

“Oh fuck…” you whimpered when his mouth wrapped around your nipple, sucking and lapping eagerly, his fingers mirroring the actions on the other side.

He couldn’t help himself, not wanting to wait any longer and he knew he was in the clear with the way your hands were pawing at him, tugging into his hair, hips rolling up against where he had you pinned to the couch. His lips formed a grin against your chest and he pulled your nipple back, letting it go with a lewd pop before he sunk lower on you body. Fingers slipping into your panties he tugged them down your legs, dropping them to the floor before he settled himself between your legs, hands on your thighs as he spread you wide for him. He let out a small swear at the sight of your cunt glistening with juices already, ready and waiting for him.

Joe wrapped his arms around your thighs, pinning you to the couch as his mouth surged forward, tongue making a broad stroke through your folds. You let out a gasp at the sensation, your head thrown back into the cushions as he repeated the motion, tip of his tongue flicking against your clit. He couldn’t help but groan at the taste, his lips wrapping around your pussy as his tongue delved deeper into it, eating you with expertise. Your hands gripped into his hair, tightly holding him to you and you could feel his lips form a smirk against your skin. His tongue lapped through you again, letting out a small groan as he did so before his lips wrapped around your clit and you let out a moan, nails scratching at his scalp. Hearing the way your breathing picked up, the way your hips rocked up towards him he continued his onslaught, sucking your throbbing nub into his mouth, tongue writing patterns across it. Joe couldn’t help but moan, burying his face into your pussy and you let out a whine at the vibrations it caused.

“More… please…” you begged and he chuckled, pulling another gasp from you as your hips ground against his face.

He lifted his hand, two fingers teasing your slit for only a moment before you let out a whimper and he sunk them into your dripping cunt.

“Fuck!”

Your hips shot up off the couch and his fingers began to easily thrust in and out of you as your pussy fluttered around them. His eyes darted up, watching you for a moment, your body glistening with a layer of sweat, chest heaving as he continued his motions, head thrown back into the cushions, eyes screwed shut as you panted and moaned. He felt his cock strain in his pants, throbbing with the same need that was pulsing through your entire body in that moment. He couldn’t help but groan into your cunt, his eyes fluttering shut as he continued to eat you out. His fingers curled within you and within a few pumps they’d found that special spot, a cry escaping your lips when they did. He sucked harder around your clit, repeating the motions with his crooked fingers, pressing harder and longer with each thrust. Your pussy clenched down around him, pulsing with need and desire in the same rhythm that your clit throbbed in between his lips. It only took a moment longer before you let out a loud whine, your orgasm rocking through you as your legs attempted to close around him. He sucked at your clit, tongue flicking at it a few more times before he let it go, watching with lust blown eyes as your body trembled.

“Holy shit…” You muttered, attempting to catch your breath, “you are really fucking good at that.”

Joe let out a soft chuckle, crawling up your body to leave a breathless kiss on your lips, “yeah?” he smirked, “’cause I am definitely not done with you sweetheart.”

______ @witches-unruly-heart @fandom-princess-forevermore @cycat4077 @xoxabs88xox @alwaysachorusgirl @teamsladsandgents @thatesqcrush @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @wandas-wife @katieslotherford @almatra @momlifebehard @dondivajade @misscharlielulu

#joe velasco #joe velasco x reader #thatesqcrushkinkbingo #law and order #law and order svu #svu #law and order special victims unit

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iamvegorott · 1 year

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Meeting A Magical Man Pt. 15

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“He’s got the stick and everything.” Chase was buzzing as he helped Marvin into the gondola before getting in himself.

“Yes, he does.” Marvin giggled before speaking to the gondolier in French. Chase smiled as he waited, perking up even more when the man started singing and sent them off.

“This is so cool,” Chase said.

“Even better than on TV?” Marvin asked as he grabbed one of the champagne bottles from the little basket between them.

“Much better.” Chase watched Marvin take a knife and use it to casually pop open the bottle, a little plum of smoke coming out of the top. “Woah.” He said in awe, feeling a flutter in his chest at Marvin’s smile and how gracefully he moved to fill up two champagne flutes.

“Alcohol-free,” Marvin explained as he sat the bottle down and handed Chase one of the glasses. “Gotta keep our heads clear, at least until we get to the hotel~,” He added a wink at the end.

“Yeah.” Chase couldn’t only smile at Marvin, not getting flustered by the innuendo, just feeling a bubbling warmth going through his whole body. He didn’t care what type of kind of champagne this was. Chase couldn’t even remember the last time he had a drink at all, he had bought a new bottle of whisky before he met Marvin, and that bottle remained untouched in his cabinet. He didn’t want it anymore. He was more than happy with just spending time with Marvin.

“What are you doing?” Marvin asked when Chase took his phone out and aimed it at Marvin.

“Taking pictures, smile.” Chase started taking picture after picture. Marvin decided to play along and posed a few different ways, and at one point, Chase made a silly face and got Marvin to laugh. Chase didn’t even need to look to know those would be the best of this collection.

x~x~x

“This place is so fancy,” Marvin said as he and Chase rode up an elevator together. “How did you even find it?”

“Google,” Chase said with a prideful puff to his chest. He’s spent the whole day looking up a restaurant fitting for his and Marvin’s first night together in Paris. Any chance he got, he would study locations, menus, and the like. He almost felt like he might actually know French now or at least know enough to order food. Chase wanted to set everything up on his own and only used Marvin to ensure their reservation, but Marvin didn’t get told about anything else.

“You take your job very seriously, don’t you?” Marvin giggled. “You’re even wearing a tie and blazer and everything.”

“A bodyguard can’t stand out too much.” Chase grinned.

“Oh, darling, you shine like the sun with that smile of yours.” Marvin couldn’t help from flirting, wanting to see that blush of his and giggling more when he got just what he wanted.

“It’s not-it’s not that bright.” Chase chuckled and rubbed his neck.

“Trust me, it is.” Marvin winked and slipped out of the elevator when the door opened. Chase took a second to get his brain back before following Marivn and up to the host stand.

“Chase Brody, pour deux.” Chase’s French was…something, but it was enough for the host to understand and nod, picking up two menus and guiding through the restaurant. “Merci beaucoup,” Chase said as he and Marvin were seated. The host chuckled and sat their menus down. Marvin could tell he was getting some amusement from Chase doing his best with French. He thanked the host as well and waited until he had stepped away.

“It was hot hearing you speak French~” Marvin opened the menu.

“I’ve been practicing all day,” Chase admitted.

“You did great.” Marvin praised and noticed Chase wasn’t looking at the menu. “Already know what you want?”

“Part of my practice,” Chase shrugged.

“I admire your dedication.”

“I try.”

Dinner went smoothly. They ordered, got their food, and ate. They joked, teased, and talked about anything and everything they could think of. The sun had begun setting by the time they entered the restaurant, and now the sun was gone, leaving the sky black and letting the city lights fully show. Chase had finished eating first, as he usually did, and was looking outside the large sets of windows covering most of the walls in the dining room.

Marvin could see the colorful lights coming through the window and lighting up Chase’s face, reflecting in his eyes and highlighting every part of him. It was a lovely sight, the way he stared off so happily like that, how he seemed to want to see all of it at the same time. Marvin often compared aspects of Chase to a puppy, the high energy, the excitement at little things, just wanting to do his best and be told he was but at this moment. Chase was…Chase. He was a gentleman, kind, caring, and willing to go out of his way to make sure others in his life were happy. Watching him like this made Marvin feel like he was floating in air. It was so…nice.

“It’s really special, isn’t it?” Chase asked about Paris.

“It is,” Marvin said about Chase.

x~x~x

Chase walked into the hotel room first, dying to get out of his fancy clothes. He made quick work of taking his blazer off and tossed it to the little loveseat. He kicked off his dress shoes as well and was working on his tie when he noticed Marvin had closed the door and stayed there.

“You good, Marv?” Chase asked.

“Chase? I…I want to show you something.” Marvin sounded nervous, his hand going up to rest on his mask.

“Of course, anything.” Chase let his tie fall to the ground.

“Don’t scream,” Marvin said before having his mask disappear, parts of it still covered by his hand before he slowly lowered it and showed Chase his bare face.

Scarred. Thin and thick lines covered his cheeks, forehead, and nose. Each scar was centered with a green glow. Some of the much smaller marks could be mistaken for glowing freckles.

Marvin waited for Chase's reaction, prepared for the worst, hoping for the middle ground of just nothing.

"Wow, Marvin." Chase slowly made his way over to Marvin, and Marvin found himself going still. Here it was. This was it. No turning back now. Marvin almost dropped his jaw in shock when Chase placed his hands on his face, gently rubbing the scars with his thumbs and smiling at him. “I didn’t think you could get more handsome.”

“Oh, Chase!” Marvin grabbed the front of Chase’s shirt and yanked him into a kiss. “Chase!” The second one was a yelp when Chase moved his hands to grab the back of his thighs and lift him. That was more unexpected than Chase praising his face. Chase carried Marvin to the bed and laid him down on it, putting himself between Marvin’s legs and hovering over him. “Chase?” Marvin was finding it hard to say something else, needing a moment to recover his brain.

“You’ve been treating me all day. It’s my turn to do the same to you,” Chase said with a smile. “Let me take care of you.” Marvin looked up at Chase, and for once in his life, he was the one blushing. But he did finally speak.

“I’m all yours.”

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Tags: @brokentimewatch @bookwormscififan @d-structive @rainymae523 @ashtonisvibing

#meeting a magical man #trickshot #veggie writes #this chapter is so sweet it made my teeth ache XD

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aristobun · 1 year

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“ I grabbed pizza and some smoothies, so if you want them you gotta let me in first, “ he calls through her door, hoping that the mention of food will encourage her to open it.

Helene had been avoiding everyone and everything for the last few days it seemed, to the point where even her father could not get in touch with her, which prompted him to send Colleen round, but she didn’t even answer the door to her best friend, claiming that she was unwell and didn’t want to pass a bug to her as well. That was a complete fabrication, of course, there was no sickness involved in her current state.

“ I hope there is pizza, Joakim. I’m looking a bit worse for wear so if I open that door to no food you’re in a lot of trouble, “ she says, making her way towards it and unchaining it to let him in even though she knew there would be a thousand questions.

“ Jävla skitstövel.. why didn’t you call me, Helene? “ Joey says as he steps through the doorway, placing the food and drinks down immediately before moving closer to the woman.

Helene feels her breath still a little when he comes nearer and reaches both his hands up to either side of her face. His eyes are inspecting her busted lip and the faded bruise coating the swell of her cheek. There is a clear indication of a ring marking printed into her flesh which tells him the blow was forceful. He bristles, but he tries his best to tone down the anger.

“ You know by now I just deal with this stuff on my own. There isn’t any point in getting everyone else involved in my battles, even if I struggle to cope half the time. I’m sure it will all die off soon, though.. his visits are becoming less frequent, “ she can recall that much at least, in her troubled state.

“ That’s not how you should be handling abuse, Helene. That man has gotten away with too much for you to be allowing it the way you seem to do. I know you’re scared and I know you think it wouldn’t make a difference because of the people who he knows, being a copper, but you have to tell authorities, “ he lightly scolds her for the continuation of her suffering, even if he knows how hard it is for her to do those things, because it’s now time for her to actually put her foot down.

“ Joakim.. “ she begins, a breathy sigh released as she swipes some of her hair our of her eyes and he automatically places a kiss over her brow. “ I have tried in the past, but connections make it so much more difficult than you’d think. Everyone he’s ever worked with in that department revere him too much for me to get any kind of help or protection. “

Joey huffs in response to this, the anger that had built behind his eyes earlier now surfacing once again, but he makes sure to step away and retreat to the pizza box so he can open it and get her a straw for her smoothie, while he answers her. There is every reason for him to be angry, naturally, but he knows the consequences of being that way around his lady and so, every opportunity he gets, he keeps it from her entirely.

“ I’ll help you find someone who will listen, älskling. This isn’t happening anymore. I worry about you from the moment I rise till the moment I go back to bed.. which, you know, I always will because you’re my girl and I want to keep you safe from harm all of the time, but knowing Joel is out there running free and not being punished for what he’s put you through, doesn’t sit right with me. I can’t just let him walk, “ he utters.

Helene approaches the counter then where he is standing and cutting the pizza into sections. She grabs the smoothie and a smile lifts the corners of her mouth instantly when she takes a sip, delighting in the taste of banana. He knew it was her most favoured flavour, of course, because they had been together a year or so now, but it was always a nice reminder when he did opt to bring those things to her attention like this. Reaching a hand forward, she makes a grab for a pizza slice, too.

“ I’m always afraid of getting anyone else involved because I don’t want my loved ones suffering the same fate. My bestie knows about Joel and his temper and what he has done in the past, but I always implore her to never go after him either. She is like a sister to me, Joakim.. I don’t know what I’d ever do if she got locked up on my behalf, “ she says, a tear falling.

Joey reaches his hand across the way and grabs hers, pulling it up to his lips after giving it a squeeze and presses a kiss over the back of it, then each knuckle. He takes his time while eyes are trained on her own at the same time, then he smiles. It’s a warm smile, filled with hope and promises she had never been given before in her past relationships. To be fair, most of those were with boys and not men, while Joey was the embodiment of a man and a walking, talking example of how a woman was to be treated without any second guessing.

Helene melted in the palms of his hands whenever they were together and she longed for that feeling of home and comfort every second they were apart. It was a wildly different feeling to the one she had experienced while with Joel. He had made her feel tiny and weak, unable to speak up for herself or even to fight for herself whenever he was around and it impacted her entire personality. She used to be incredibly bubbly and a force to be reckoned with, but since he entered her life years ago, she hadn’t quite been the same.

“ I love you, Helene. I’ll always love you and protect you from harm. You just have to let me in a little more. Promise me? “ he pleads, taking a bite of the pizza as soon as he’s said this.

“ I love you, too, Joakim. Thank you for being the rock that I need.. it’s hard, but you’re right. I need to push a little harder and find someone willing to listen who will actually make some changes around here. He knows so many people, it’s difficult, but there must be some angle we can go from. There has to be a loophole in the system somewhere, “ she affirms.

#drabble #starsson #helene marie starling #joey tempest #joakim larsson #babiessssss

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scarlettriot · 3 years

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Stood Up

You (Y/N) get stood up from a date and Kaminari decides to do something about it.

Pairing: Kaminari/F!Reader

Contains: Fluff, Flirty Denki, Established BakuSquad Friendship

Warnings: 18+ Below the cut, Minors DNI! Swearing, Electro-Stim, Overstimulation, use of pet names (cuddle bug & cutie), oral (F receiving), consensual recording

A/N: Well, here we are with the third in my Stood Up series. There is also Bakugo & Kirishima if you're interested. This one took me way too long and it's also my first time writing Kaminari at length. I hope you all like it :)

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You slipped your foot into the silver heels you had picked out. Something a little fancier since this was a first date after all and you wanted to make a lasting impression. Not only that but this was your first first date in a while. Being a Pro Hero made life busy and dating difficult.

Practically the entire day leading up to this very moment revolved around you either getting ready or babbling with excitement to your closest friends.

An alert chimed on your phone with a text from your date, a smile sliding onto your face expecting to read some message about how they were on their way and that they'd see you soon, but that wasn't what you were met with.

Instead, it was a screenshot of your Instagram page, multiple of them actually, all of you and the ridiculous photos you took with your friends but mostly with one Denki Kaminari. The most recent of which was from a tea shop he met you at just earlier that day so you could show him the shoes for your date.

The message below was simple and more than enough to leave a sour taste in your mouth, this isn't what I want to see when I'm supposed to be taking you out tonight. What, one date a day isn't enough? Why are you even dating? Does your blonde boyfriend know?

You giggled at what they were implying, quick to explain how these were all your friends, they had been since high school! They are people you spent what little free time you had with. Especially Denki, your best friend since you were 15!

That joy you felt started dissipating within the next few messages. You hadn't even had a first date and they were already jealous, and that was something you didn't have room for in your life. So, you slipped the heels off your feet and put them directly back in the box to return when you had the time. Tight black jeans and fitted top were exchanged with a hoodie and sweats although your makeup and hair stayed done, you didn't have the energy to undo your hard work.

Instead, you slid back into your computer chair, your headset snuggly back on your ears and before you notified everyone you were back online, you took a moment listening to the chatter of your friends.

"Shitty Hair! Fuckin' pay attention!"

"Yeah, man! We're getting slaughtered over here!"

"Less yelling at Kiri! More shooty shooty!"

"All of you are hopeless..."

Eijiro chuckled out an apology that was accompanied by a lighter giggle also coming from his mic. "Think this is gonna be my last round for a bit, guys."

"You're so fuckin' whipped." Bakugo scoffed, before screaming profanities.

"Is it whipped if I'm the one who's wanting to get her into bed though?"

You clicked your mic back on then. "Hey, remember last week when Kats forgot his push to talk so we all heard him getting head and we party whipped because someone couldn't focus?"

"You better shut the hell up right fucking now!"

Everyone else roared with laughter. "Yeah! At least I have the decency to mute myself!"

"Hey, wait a sec, why are you online, Y/N!" Denki noted, "You should have already left!"

You screenshot your messages to the group chat because it was far easier than just explaining the ordeal.

"Cute shoes." Eijiro and Kyoka commented at the same time.

There was a lull as their game ended and the messages were read.

"Ya don't need 'em if they're gonna have their head so far up their ass like this."

"I agree." Hanta chimed in. "They're not worth your time."

"Still, sorry they turned out to be a shit." You could hear the frown on Kyoka's face, "I know how excited you were."

"Right, you doin' okay, Y/N? I can stick around and we can all shoot some things!"

"Thanks, Kiri but I'll be just fine! Go spend time with your girl!"

One by one, everyone signed off. You pulled up Spotify and Stardew Valley, something of a comfort for you to get lost in for the rest of the night.

Less than an hour later, you noticed your phone lighting up with your best friend's familiar smiling face. "What's up, Denki?"

"Open your door! I have my hands full and don't wanna put everything down to get my key!"

You sprang from your desk and rushed to your door. Sure enough, on the other side was Denki with bags in both hands and his phone tucked between his ear and shoulder. You grabbed it and a bag before he had a chance to drop anything like the klutz he was. "What's with all this?"

"I feel bad."

"Why? You didn't stand me up?"

He fiddled with the edge of a paper bag. "Yeah, but, we both read those messages and no one said anything but they didn't just call our group out, they called us out.

"Denks, it doesn't matter to me-"

"But, it does to me! You were so excited about this and I got in the way, unknowingly but, still! So, I gotta make it up to you now!"

He pulled out take-out boxes from your favorite restaurant. Two bottles of your favorite wine. Your top three favorite movies and video games, and a board game you both had been meaning to try. "I mean, if they think I'm your boyfriend I kinda gotta live up to the hype, right?"

You really wanted to insist that none of this was necessary. That just because some person that neither of you really knew that well, assumed something about your relationship that didn't mean he had to blame himself for it.

But, you had to admit, this was really sweet. It shouldn't have come as a surprise to you that he knew everything you liked but it was nice. Instead of sitting across from a stranger, making awkward small talk, and trying to learn about one another, you were barefoot in your kitchen, laughing with your best friend while he plated dinner and you poured the wine.

Formalities were out the window. Both you and Denki were eating dinner in your living room, laughing and drinking just as you'd done a million times before. You snapped a photo of the delicious food on paper plates, toasting good times with your cheap wine, ready to post them to your Instagram.

"Gonna make them more jealous..."

"I think they made it pretty clear they don't want to see me so why should I care?"

He shrugged. "I just thought they might, you know, come to their senses that they obviously lost."

"I don't really care either way." You wandered back into your kitchen, putting away the leftovers, "They can forget I exist or they can stalk my page like a creep. If someones' gonna try and tell me I can't be friends with my friends or just not listen to me, then I don't want them in my life. No matter how good-looking they are."

Denki watched you from the sofa, a bit of a lopsided grin on his face that had butterflies taking flight in your stomach. "What?" Laughing to hide the bit of a crush you always had on the man. It was unavoidable you told yourself. His personality was infectious and had 15 year old you head over heels.

He pushed back bright blonde hair back off his forehead and just shook his head. "Nothin'. Uh, what's next? Video game, board game, or movie?"

You peaked on the counter at the options. "Well, we probably should have checked this but the board game needs at least four people to play... guess we'll have to save that for our next game night. Is a movie okay?"

Of course, it was.

You brought over the DVD with a refill of wine and he pulled a blanket down off the back of your sofa.

It really didn't take long, just fifteen minutes or so, and you were curled up into Denki's side. You'd make grabby hands for your wine glass and he'd pass it over with that damn grin again.

And not long after that, he'd pulled out his phone, angling it to take a picture of the two of you. "What are you doing?" You could see him on his own Instagram, tagging you, with the caption, Check out my cute cuddle bug.

"I thought you didn't want to make them more jealous."

"I decided I don't care either. You're mine tonight, their loss. And since you're mine tonight, I get bragging rights." He snapped another quick picture of you rolling your eyes at him, and then he kept snapping them.

"Denki! Why!"

"Because you're cute, cuddle bug! I like having all the pictures of you that I can!"

Even as you tackled him back down on the sofa, pinning him below you, he still managed a photo. "Bet if I post this one, they'll really get the wrong idea."

You could have moved. You were the one on top of him and you had his arms above his head. You had the power here and yet you just lingered above him.

"Y/N? Not that I'm one to complain about having a beautiful person such as yourself pinning me down, like, it's kinda hot, but..." Looking down into half-lidded golden eyes, you wondered why you had to become best friends with such a damn flirt! "Are you gonna take advantage of this situation we're in or are we just gonna keep dancing around this for another decade or so?"

You couldn't have heard him right? No... no this was your brain playing tricks on you because he certainly hadn't had that much wine tonight. You sat upright on his lap. "Another decade then, Y/N?"

"You- ha- you should stop that, Denki."

He leaned up, moving his arms around you, "Gimme a good reason to and I will."

You didn't have one. And not just because you've been in love with him for ten years but also because he was your best friend. The only reason to not go through with it was the possibility of losing your friendship if something bad were to happen but, you really didn't think anything would.

Denki might have been a serial flirt but he was surprisingly loyal in all the relationships he'd been in, not that there had been all that many serious ones.

"I'm not hearing anything." He teased, his face getting closer to yours. You could count each and every one of the faint freckles that littered the balls of his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. "But, I promise, if you tell me no, I'll stop, won't push this any further."

This whole thing seemed like a frickin' whirlwind, happening faster than your brain could really process the situation but you didn't want it to stop either. You wanted to take it further, didn't want to say no.

Which was why you coiled your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. There was that small little buzz of electricity that tickled your lips when he'd kiss your nose or cheeks that was now playing on his lips, on his tongue when you welcomed him in.

He leaned back again, pulling you with him until you were both a pile of needy hands and breathy pleas. Everywhere his hands roamed you felt that faint trail of shock against your skin, making the little hairs on your body stand on end.

Clothes were shed, tossed haphazardly around your living room, both of you pausing to laugh when Denki managed to land your hoodie over a lamp. His attention was drawn back to you quickly though, still perched on top of him but now he had your chest on full display since you'd forgone a bra when your date canceled.

Electrifying tongue twirled around your nipples, sensitive normally, now it felt like you knew what it was like when he fried his damn brain. He was eager, relentless even, pulling and sucking, another hand giving your other breast a similar treatment. He had you so focused that you let out a broken moan when slender fingers found their way into your panties.

"Fuckin' hell, Denki."

The bastard winked up at you, nipple still between his lips and before you could retort, he sent another small jolt through you.

You were blatantly grinding down on his hand, reaching behind you, you found him completely solid, barely being contained in the tight black boxers he wore. You had enough sense to tug them down and wrap your hand around him making his teeth sink into your soft flesh, whining when you stroked him.

"Y/N..." He whimpered, his hand momentarily distracted from his ministrations gave you enough time to shift in his lap to scoot forward putting his cock in front of you. In one swift motion, you had his length between your slick. "Oh fuck, cutie!" Golden eyes were squeezed shut while you moved along him, feeling that pleasant curve he had, you could only imagine what it was gonna be like to have him inside you.

"You're being a little tease, ma-makes me wanna do all sorts of things to y-you."

He was kissing your neck, your chest, shoulders, and arms, anywhere on you that he could reach. His hips bucking up into you, just trying to hit that perfect angle.

Strength and agility were something most overlooked when it came to Denki Kaminari but when the man wanted something bad enough, he found a way to get it.

He had your ass rising up in the air with a harsh thrust of his hips and a small squeak from you, giving him exactly enough time to scoot down on the sofa so you were sat atop his face. If you complained, he didn't hear you. Denki already had your thighs around his head and his tongue devouring you completely.

Little shockwaves rocked you while you cried out his name, hands fisting blonde locks just trying to stay upright.

One orgasm from you apparently wasn't enough, neither was two but on the third, Denki finally relented, allowing your heartrate to come back down and your gasping breaths to come in more steadily.

You slid back down his body, his erection now smack against your ass. His hair was recked, face completely flush but he had the biggest grin on his face that you'd ever seen.

Denki kissed both your cheeks, "You are so amazing, cutie!" Kissed your lips, "You taste better than anything I've ever had!" And one more on the tip of your nose. "Doin' okay?"

You nodded, starting to really gather yourself again, and by this point, you really just wanted one thing.

"I wanna... Denks... can I take care of you now?"

"Sure, cutie! How do you want me?" The wiggling eyebrows had you rolling your eyes and pushing him on his back again.

It took little effort for you to position yourself above his cock, and with how slick you were, his bright pink head slipped right inside. He held your hands while you scrunched up your face, sliding all the way down him until he was completely sheathed within.

The curve was immaculate. Hitting in just the right way that had you moaning with just a couple thrusts from him. Before long, you were eagerly bouncing on his cock. Riding him hard so he filled you up each and every time.

You barely registered him reaching for the coffee table, his phone now in his hands. "What're you doin'?" You practically slurred, slowing only slightly. He tapped the camera lens with a wicked grin. "Seriously?"

"We could make 'em really jealous now..."

Somewhere in your brain, you knew your date wouldn't give two shits, in fact, this probably would have only validated their thoughts about your's and Denki's relationship but with his cock stuffed so deeply into you, kissing your cervix in the most beautiful way, you really didn't give a damn.

You and Denki put on the best possible show you could think of. You were overstimulated, sore, and completely elated! He balanced the phone against the wine bottle so neither of you had to try to hold it.

This way he could play with your breasts or squeeze your thighs while you dug half-moons into his chest. Shocked with the playful zaps he sent right to your core.

Your makeup you'd didn't feel like taking off now ran down your cheeks with tears. Your hair was a mess thanks to him pulling at it.

Denki had you howling through another two orgasms, telling you how perfect you were, how nice you felt squeezing him so tightly, your nails felt so good against his skin.

It was only when you collapsed against his chest did he hoist your hips up so he could ram into you, pulling out just at the last second with a strangled cry of your name.

He wiggled himself free, grabbing a towel from your bathroom and cleaning you both up before stopping the recording.

"You're, hey you're gonna send that to me right?" You asked when he handed back your hoodie off the lamp.

He dropped a kiss on your lips, plopping down beside you on the sofa again and you noticed your email already up and the video uploading. "Obviously, we share all our videos and photos. Why would this be different?"

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allywritesforfun · 3 years

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hey i really enjoyed your nightly routine post with wilbur? i was wondering if you could do something similar but in the morning instead?

awe my love! I'm glad that you enjoyed the nightly the routine... here is the morning routine!

{Morning Routine} Wilbur Soot x Reader

summary: you and wilbur made a nightly routine video that blew up more than you have thought, so now its time to do a morning routine!

pronouns: not mentioned

word count: 2280

trigger warnings: swearing, mention of a knife for going chop chop, this was too cute for even me to handle and it came from my hands

a/n: my god is this long! I really got carried away. I could've made this into two parts but whatevs

a/n pt 2: takes place after the “Nightly Routines” but not directly connected

regular masterlist

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You deeply groaned as you fluttered your eyes open. This was not a great time to wake up. You really wanted another hour of sleep, but you knew you had work to get done today.

You looked behind you. You smiled at the sight of Wilbur in his sweet slumber, his arm lazily draped over your waist. Wilbur very much loved to be in bed with you. If he could, he would spend all day there, just you in his arms and some soft lofi in the background.

That was something very rare to get. Being a streamer and musician, Wilbur was busy almost all the time and rarely took a day off. Mornings and nights were dedicated to you. However, there were times that you would stream with him, or stop by the office to give him food, but nothing was compared to waking up with him.

“Oh shit,” You whispered, “We’re supposed to do morning vlog today.”

You looked around for Wilbur’s camera, which was no where to be found. You settled on stretching over to nightstand and unplugging your phone. You looked back at Wilbur to make sure he was still sleeping. You could tell he was by the gentle raise and fall of his chest and subtle “Ah-woo”. You just knew that was the perfect way to start the vlog. You recored him for about ten seconds of him doing his ‘not really a snore but definitely something’ and giggled almost the whole way through.

You would think that after living with him for two months and the multiple sleepovers that you’ve had with him, that you would be used to it by now. But even today you still giggled just like you did when you first woke up with him.

You snuck yourself out of bed and made your way to the kitchen. Once arrived you did the intro, “Good morning chat! It is currently about 6:30 in the morning, and as you realize, I am the only one awake. As you saw, Wilbur is still sound asleep and that how it is every morning. So we’re going to vlog our morning routine today, which I promise is way more interesting than the nightly routine vlog. So, Wilbur is literally the best person ever and deserves the world. And his world, besides me of course, is his morning coffee. So I’m going to use our Keurig to get his coffee started.”

You stopped the recording and decided to get some of your creativity out. You weren’t musical like Wilbur and can't draw for shit, so videography was your way of being creative. You set your phone the in the corner and opened up the blind to let a little bit of light through. It still looked basic so you moved your plant to the background, which added the perfect look. You started brewing and hit record.

While that was going, you measured out the creamer and syrup and grabbed your sippy cup for your chocolate milk. No judgement here. We all know chocolate milk tastes better in sippy cups.

The brew came to a slow stop and you grabbed the camera, “Wasn't that a satisfactory angle chat? Now, I am more of an iced coffee person, so in the morning I have water or chocolate milk, and today is definitely a chocolate milk day.” You raised your cup to the camera and fake ‘clinked’ it, cutting the recording when it was closest to the camera. You finished up making Wilbur’s coffee and set it on the living room table.

You looked at the time, 6:50 am, now was a good time to get Wilbur up. You always let his coffee sit out for a little bit, that way he could drink it the second that he woke up. You threw some napkins under your drinks and moved another plant over there. You wanted your place to look aesthetically pleasing, even if it was a little bit staged. You did a transition with your cup, this time now on the table.

“Okay chat, we all now mr. simpbur is a snuggler so we don't have breakfast in the kitchen, instead we share on the couch, that way we can get all of our snuggles in before he has to leave for the office. I have everything set up, normally I would prepare breakfast too, but I feel like cooking with Wilbur this morning. We’ll do this about once a week for some bonding time, so let's go get him up,” You decided to keep recording, just in case Wilbur woke up from your loss of presence.

You creaked the door open, Wilbur was still asleep. He adjusted his body for that he was hugging a pillow, who you assumed was your replacement. You laid down next to him and just took a moment to admire him. It was moments like this that you forgot that you were internet personalities. This was you. This was Wilbur. Both of you living your life without needing to exaggerate yourself. This was Wilbur at his purest form. He was all relaxed, not even aware that he was being recorded.

You scooted closer to him and intertwined your legs with him. You brushed his bangs with the back of your hands and gently placed your lips on your forehead. He stirred a little bit, but not enough to wake him up. You took the pillow from him and wrapped your body around his, “Wilbur, my love, it's about seven, you need to get up.”

You could tell he woke up by him pulling you closer and burying his head only you neck. You gently massaged his head and twirled his curls between your fingers, “Come on Will, I got your coffee made already. We need to start breakfast.”

He shook his head and kissed your shoulder, “Mine.”

You laughed, “Yes Will, and ‘yours’ is hungry, let’s get up and eat.”

He slowly nodded and pulled you closer, “Mmmm... I love you.”

“I love you too, simpbur.”

He snapped his head up at the nickname and saw the camera, “Fuck-that’s today?”

You giggled and detached yourself from, “Say good morning to chat.”

He shook his head and buried it in his pillow out of embarrassment. You stop recording and put your phone on the stand. Just seeing Wilbur all flustered was enough to make you go back to bed. You laid back down with him and pulled him on top of you.

“We’re gonna have to re-record that part,” Wilbur mentioned.

You rubbed his cheek with your thumb, which he happily leaned into, “No bubs, we gotta keep it in. It was a very cute moment.”

He shook his head aggressively, “No! That was embarrassing!”

“Too bad, it’s on my phone so I get to chose what goes in.”

He huffed and grabbed your hand, accepting defeat, “You said you made my coffee?”

You two got up and sat down on the couch. Wilbur took you into his arms the second he took his first sip, his personal way of saying ‘thank you, you’re the best person to ever exist’.

“What are you feeling for breakfast?” You asked.

“You,” Wilbur joked, kissing your temple.

You gently pushed him, “No actually, I really want yogurt, so pick something that goes well with that.”

“Can we just make a fruit plate?”

You excitedly nodded, if it wasn't for Wilbur, you would not be eating healthy. He really made sure that you were going to live as long as he did. Neither of you could live without the other. If something crazy didn't happen to you, you were going to die from a broken heart.

Wilbur grabbed your phone and started recording, “So um, good morning chat, I’ve had some coffee and more awake now. What you just saw- no you fucking didn't. We’re on the sofa right now and we decided on a fruit plate with yogurt this morning, trying to be a little healthier considering we had ice cream at one am last night. So we’re gonna make that off camera, because if you guys get us to six million subs, we’ll do a cooking stream!”

“Oh we are now?” You questioned. “I was never told about this.”

Wilbur laughed and kissed your temple, “Well you know now, that's good enough innit?”

You shook your head and placed your hand over the camera, Wilbur stopped the recording. You go the fruit out while Wilbur prepared the sink for rinsing and knives for chopping.

You made the plate look all nice and took it back to the couch. Wilbur placed his arm back over you and grabbed the remote with is free hand while you centered your phone.

“Okay chat, we’re gonna eat and watch tv for a bit, then you're gonna get ready with us. Wilbur has a test shoot at the office today, so we gotta make him look all pretty and obviously personal hygiene is a must... so yeah, brb.”

You two set up another game show to watch, it sorta became your go to show. Especially because there was no storyline and you could talk when you wanted. This was a pretty chill morning, you two enjoyed each other's presence.

When you finished up, Wilbur took the dishes and you went to the bathroom and cleaned up a little bit. You heard Wilbur go into his closet, so you started recording, “Okay chat, last thing we do before he leaves is actually get ready. Wilbur is getting changed right now so I’m gonna brush my hair out. I can get a little aggressive with the snarls and Wilbur always thinks I'm ripping my hair out so I always do it when he's not around to make sure he doesn't get worried.”

You set the phone in the corner and set it up to record a time lapse. You heard off in distance some light pop type of music, so you knew that Wilbur got his speaker out.

“Are you playing copyrighted music?” You called.

“It’s released Lovejoy!”

You smiled, you always got giddy seeing how happy Wilbur was able to make himself with his own music. You set your brush down and started to wet your toothbrush, Wilbur slid into frame, already jamming out to his own music.

You covered your mouth with your hand stifled your laughter. Wilbur laughed with you and tugged on your waist, trying to get you to dance with him. You aggressively shook your head no, you hated dancing. You would think by now that you would be used to Wilbur and his random dance breaks, but you never came around.

You looked down in shame as Wilbur attempted to get you to spin around. Once you made it clear that you were not in the mood to dance, Wilbur turned down the music and waddle over to the counter.

You grabbed the camera, “If someone wants a very tall British man, you can come get him. Warning: not fun dance outbreaks.”

“Oh come on now, y/n!” Wilbur wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his head on yours, “Stop pretending like you don't like to dance.” “You know I hate dancing,” You reminded him.

“Well chat, apparently I’m not allowed to have any fun in the morning? But anyway, that was a joke, but- we do really have to get ready. Should we do this Disney Channel style?”

You laughed and shook your head, “No, I think I just want to make sure you don't miss your meeting.”

“That’s at nine! We have time! Please let me have fun with you! It’s going to be such a stressful day!” He pouted with the cutest puppy dogs eyes.

There was no way that you could say no to him, “Alright, what fun we having?”

Wilbur said nothing and prepared his toothbrush like yours, “Last one to finish brushing their teeth has to do the dishes tonight.”

You hated dishes. You were winning this one. You didn't even wait for a countdown. You instantly grabbed your toothbrush and turned on the water with lightening speed.

“What?!” Wilbur yelled. “That’s not fair!”

You did your best to bump him away, but it literally did nothing. Both of you were laughing very hard but Wilbur quickly caught up. You both fought with your hands, trying to cup a decent amount water. You both managed to get the water into your mouth and you turned to face Wilbur, it came down to who could rinse the fastest. You two just stared at each other, wishing the water around. You were dead serious. You were not doing the dishes tonight. Wilbur kept flaunting his hands around trying get himself to go faster, which ended up in him completely breaking out in laughter and spitting all over your face. It took you by surprise and all that you could you do was laugh to yourself, you eventually spit the water out in the sink, raising your hands in victory.

“I am so sorry, love!” Wilbur took your hand and guided you into his arms, gently running his hand up and down your back, “I didn't think that would be that hilarious.” “It’s okay,” You laughed and looked back in the mirror. You were completely drenched shoulder up, “It was fun. Better to happen to me than you, you look really nice today for the shoot.” “Thank you,” Wilbur blushed and turned you around, “I think that is enough recording for today. All that we have left to do is leave so... thank you for watching! Subscribe now and remember, cooking stream at six mil! Bye guys!”

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babygirlwolverine · 3 years

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The 5 Senses of Longing

This fic is a gift for @stanforderadean as part of my gift exchange celebration!

Also posted on ao3.

Word Count: 7,463 (Continued under the Read More)

Dean rapped his knuckles on the wood door, pausing for a second before nudging it open with his shoulder. Cas was lying on the bed in his room, propped up against the headboard with a book in his lap, and Dean was once again hit with the startling recollection that Cas actually needed to sleep now that he didn’t have his Grace. Somehow it was endearing to see Cas this way; curled up under the covers and rubbing sleep from his eyes.

But wasn't that the point of this? The whole reason Dean had come knocking on Cas' door in the first place. Because Cas had been without his powers for months now, and also because they were in a lull with finding Metatron and killing Abbadon. What they needed was a little break. And even though they were dealing with more shit than ever before, Dean yearned to slow things down around them for just a couple of days to show Cas some of the good things about being human.

Dean had been the one to suggest the idea casually to Sam, and with Ezekiel healing him slowly, it was best for Sam to stay at the Bunker and rest. Which gave Dean the perfect opportunity. Now the only thing to do was to bring the idea to Cas.

“Hey, buddy,” Dean said, hovering in the doorway. “Mind if I come in?”

Cas smiled, lowering his book and closing it with a quiet thump. “Not at all,” he said, gesturing for Dean to enter the room. “Did something happen?” he asked, smile shifting into something more alert as he pushed himself further up in the bed.

“No, no, nothing happened,” Dean quickly reassured, taking a couple steps closer before hesitating at the foot of the bed. Should he sit on the bed? Should he pull up a chair? Should he just stand there? Why was he overthinking this? God, he really needed to get these bubbling feelings under control before he opened his mouth and said something he shouldn’t. “I was uh. Actually wondering if you were busy?”

Cas blinked a couple times, tilting his head and squinting up at Dean in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I thought we could go on a little road trip. Just you and me for a couple of days. Wanted to show you a few things now that you’re sorta human,” Dean said.

“A road trip? Don’t we do that all the time?” Cas asked.

Dean grinned, nudging Cas’ leg with his knee as he plopped himself down on the edge of the bed. “Well, yeah. But this isn’t gonna be a road trip for a case. There’s a couple of spots around here that you’ve got to experience. Sights and smells you haven’t seen yet. Oh, and the best stack of pancakes you’ll ever eat. You’ve just gotta trust me.”

Something soft and affectionate sparked through Cas’ eyes before he nodded. “Best pancakes I’ll ever eat? Is that so?” he teased.

All the nerves that had been lurching in Dean’s stomach settled all at once, and he shoved at Cas’ leg again. Yeah. This he could do. Their usual playful antics that he enjoyed so much. He didn’t need to think about that little spark that was twining around his heart at the way Cas had just smiled at him.

“Just you wait. Now that you’ve got taste buds, I’m gonna make you try every single food I can get my hands on. I will find every single thing you enjoy eating, mark my words,” Dean said lightly, hauling himself up from the bed. “Twenty minutes. Get your ass moving and meet me at the car.”

Cas laughed, free and happy, and Dean’s heart lurched in his chest. Oh, he was going to do everything he could over the next two days just to hear that sound again.

Dean had just reached the door when Cas called out to him.

“Hey, Dean?”

Dean turned, hand on the doorknob as he looked back at Cas. “Yeah?”

“Thank you,” Cas said, smiling so warmly that it made Dean feel momentarily weak in the knees. Oh God. If Cas kept smiling at him like that, Dean was going to do something he regretted, like kiss Cas stupid until he could feel that smile against his own lips.

“Yeah, of course. Twenty minutes. Don’t be late,” Dean said, flashing Cas a quick smile before bolting from the room; the door snapping shut behind him as he escaped to the safety of his own room.

Pressing his back into his bedroom door, Dean heaved in a deep breath; closing his eyes and scrubbing his hands over his face. This idea was either the best thing he’d ever come up with... or it was going to be the death of him. Maybe he’d be able to get over this stupid fluttering feeling in his chest. Or maybe, just maybe, that feeling was going to explode until it consumed him whole.

"Where are we going first?" Cas asked, sliding into the passenger seat exactly nineteen minutes later.

A minute early, Dean noted. Was that deliberate? Was it accidental? Dean couldn't possibly be overthinking one teeny tiny little minute, could he?

"Pancakes, obviously. Unless you're suddenly going to turn your nose up at chocolate," Dean said, darting his eyes over to Cas as they pulled out of the Bunker onto the main dirt road winding through the woods.

"Chocolate?" Cas repeated, turning in his seat until he'd angled his body towards Dean. The smile that crept across his lips was so dazzling that Dean had to suck in a sharp breath and force his eyes on the road. "I love chocolate."

Huffing out a laugh, Dean clicked on the music and Zeppelin softly filled the air. "Oh really? I never would've known." Shifting onto the main road, Dean grinned at Cas. "I definitely didn't see you eat 3 chocolate bars yesterday."

Cas pretended to be shocked, gasping at Dean even though his eyes were sparkling with laughter. "That certainly wasn't me. Sam framed me."

The laughter bubbled up from Dean’s chest, and he couldn't stop himself from knocking his hand against Cas' knee. "You're a menace. You and your sudden sweet tooth."

"I don't see you complaining that hard. Considering now you have someone to eat chocolate pancakes with."

The breath caught in Dean's throat; such simple words hitting like a wave against his chest. Keeping his focus on the road, he quickly darted his gaze over at Cas from the corner of his eye. Cas had tucked himself against the door, with his body still tilted towards Dean. There was a soft expression on his face; a smile that lit up his eyes with his nose crinkled adorably.

Oh God, this feeling really was going to consume Dean.

Shifting the conversation towards topics that wouldn’t make Dean’s heart ache in his chest, the hour-long drive slipped by in a blur. The diner soon loomed on the horizon, and it was so easy to keep talking about blueberries vs bananas as Dean guided the Impala into a parking spot.

“Doesn’t it depend on what you’re putting the fruit with?” Dean asked, holding the diner door open for Cas to walk through. “Besides, bananas can be baked into far more things than blueberries.”

Cas scrunched up his face, giving Dean a look that bordered on a pout. “You’re just saying that because you prefer bananas over blueberries.”

"I would never," Dean teased, before stepping up to the counter. "Table for two, please."

"Right this way," the hostess said, guiding them to a booth in the back of the diner.

As soon as they sat down, Cas moved to pick up a menu from the table, but Dean reached out from the other side of the booth and plucked it from Cas' hands. "Nope. No looking. You just gotta trust me on this one, yeah?"

"What if I don't like it?" Cas asked, raising an eyebrow even though he leaned back in his seat, conceding to Dean's statement of trust.

Tapping his fingers against the table, Dean tried not to linger on the way their fingertips had just barely brushed when he'd pulled the menu from Cas' grasp. "You will. Don't overthink it and have a little faith in me."

"I do. Trust you," Cas said, something in his tone slipping from playful to serious.

Dean shook his head, dispelling the heavier tone. He didn't want to think about Cas' unwavering trust and how most days he felt like he didn't deserve it. Right now, this moment was about showing Cas something more.

"Good. Because if you don't like it, I'm never speaking to you again," Dean joked, lightening the mood again.

"Never again? That's a long time to not talk to me because of some pancakes, Dean,” Cas laughed.

Just as Dean was about to throw another tease at Cas, a waiter appeared at their table with a smile and a notepad in his hand.

“Hi there, welcome to Mel’s. My name’s Hunter. Can I get you something to drink?”

“Actually, Hunter, we’re ready to order. Two coffees, one with cream and sugar and one with cream. And two short stacks of the rocky road pancakes, please.”

Hunter smiled, jotting down the order. “Well that was easy. I’ll get those coffees out to you both in just a few moments.”

“Thank you,” Cas said, as Hunter collected their menus and disappeared towards the kitchen. “You know how I like my coffee?”

Dean ducked his head, a sudden tinge burning his cheeks as he cleared his throat. “Cream and two sugars. Like I said, you like things on the sweeter side,” Dean said, avoiding Cas’ gaze from the other side of the table.

“You’re very observant,” Cas pointed out.

Dean bit down on his tongue, forcing himself to swallow the words ‘I’m only observant when it comes to you.’ Instead, he threw on a cocky smirk and said, “That’s because I’m an excellent hunter.”

Rolling his eyes, Cas kicked Dean lightly under the table. “You’re not that good.”

Dean pretended to be offended, scrunching up one of the spare napkins and throwing it at Cas’ face. Cas laughed, bright and giddy, and Dean felt a weightless feeling in his chest. He spent the next 15 minutes doing anything and everything he could just to hear Cas laugh again and again.

By the time their pancakes and coffee arrived at the table, Cas’ cheeks were pink from laughter and Dean had never been more smitten. Cas made a little sound of shock as the pancakes were put in front of him; his eyes widening as he looked up at Dean in surprise.

Three massive chocolate pancakes covered the entire size of the plate. Topped with handfuls of marshmallows and almonds, along with a drizzle of chocolate syrup and cocoa powder, it was a chocolate overload.

“What do you think? Does it look sweet enough for you, angel?” Dean said, with a grin.

“Looks like Heaven,” Cas muttered, picking up his fork and taking a bite. Cas instantly groaned in pleasure, eyes fluttering shut as he hummed happily. “Tastes like it, too.”

Dean wasn’t sure whether to laugh at Cas’ words or to dwell on the sound Cas had made when he tasted the pancakes, and it was all too much and not enough.

“You like it?” Dean asked, swallowing a mouthful of his own pancake and washing it down with a sip of coffee just so he could distract himself from the look of sheer bliss that was on Cas’ face.

“It’s the best thing I’ve ever eaten,” Cas said, dipping one of the mini marshmallows into the chocolate syrup with a grin.

This time Dean did laugh, nudging Cas’ leg under the table with his foot. “Don’t eat it too fast or you’ll give yourself hiccups.”

“That’s not a thing,” Cas said, chewing on another mouthful of pancake.

“Yeah, Cas, it is,” Dean said, huffing out a breath and rolling his eyes fondly.

As if to prove his point, Cas started hiccuping a minute later. Dean raised an eyebrow, as if to say, ‘see, I told you,’ and Cas pouted.

“But it’s so-” he broke off to hiccup, “Good.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Dean said warmly. “Hold your breath for twenty seconds, and then eat a little slower. The pancake isn’t going anywhere.”

Cas gave Dean a sharp look. “Unless you-” he hiccuped again, “steal it from my plate before I can eat it.”

Okay, that was a fair point. Dean definitely had eaten from Cas’ plate before. But this time, he placed his hand on his heart as he said, “I won’t touch your pancakes, you have my word.”

Shoulders bouncing as Cas hiccuped again, Dean watched as Cas took in a deep breath and then held it. He internally counted as well, watching as Cas let the breath out twenty seconds later.

They both waited a beat, then two, and when no more hiccups came, Cas beamed at Dean. “It worked,” he said before moving to take another bite of chocolatey goodness.

They lapsed into comfortable silence as they ate, both of them enjoying their breakfast. Cas broke the moment a few minutes later to say, "I want to eat these pancakes every day for the rest of my life."

Taking a sip of his coffee, Dean grinned across the table at Cas. "I'm not sure if we can get out here every day. But we can make it a thing, if you want? Every Sunday that we're at home, you and I can drive down here for breakfast," Dean offered.

Cas nodded eagerly, a genuine smile lighting up his face. "I'd love that."

Something warm settled in Dean's veins; seeing Cas so happy and content over something as simple as a stack of pancakes. It was all Dean had wanted. To see Cas smile and to see him enjoy something Dean also liked.

Nodding firmly, decision made, Dean nudged Cas with his foot again. “Finish your pancakes. We’ve got more things to explore today.”

“Like what?” Cas asked, freezing with his fork inches from his lips. Dean had to force himself to look away before he stared at the way Cas’ lips wrapped around the fork.

“You’ll see. I’ll give you a couple options in the car and you can pick whichever one you want,” Dean said, biting down on his own fork just a little too roughly; the tang of metal vibrating along his tooth.

Cas pouted, pointing at Dean with the handle of his fork. “What if I want to know the options now?”

Miming zipping his lips closed, Dean smiled at the fond exasperation that Cas shot his way. The expression instantly melted into a smile again as Cas scooped more marshmallows onto his chocolate pancake.

“A new tradition,” Cas murmured, more to himself than Dean, but Dean heard the fondness in the words and his heart kicked up again in his chest.

God, Dean was happy. Happier than he’d been in a long time. He genuinely cared about Cas enjoying things, and knowing he’d been able to make Cas smile was a damn good feeling.

By the time they made their way back to the Impala twenty minutes later, both full of chocolatey sweetness, Cas immediately tapped his fingers on Dean’s knee. “What are the options?”

Rolling his eyes, Dean nudged Baby into gear and pulled back out onto the road. “So impatient.”

“Shut up,” Cas huffed, his tone sharply contrasting the happy look on his face.

“Alright. Simple question. Don’t think too hard about it. Ready?”

Cas nodded.

“Aquarium or the zoo?”

Cas’ eyes sparkled bright blue in the late morning sunlight as he made his choice. “Aquarium.”

The afternoon sun crept through the Impala windows as they arrived at the aquarium in Kansas City a couple of hours later. Cas had spent the entire drive talking about the evolution of fish and their importance to the earth from creation until now.

It was entirely endearing, hearing Cas talk so animatedly. It made Dean want to pull over; to watch Cas talk as he hung on every word that slipped past Cas’ lips. Instead, he darted his eyes over to the passenger seat as often as he could, watching as Cas occasionally emphasized his point by gesturing with his hands.

Too cute.

Dean turned his eyes back to the road again.

As soon as they’d parked, Cas was out of the car and gravitating towards the entrance before Dean could even open his door. There was an excited gleam in Cas’ eyes, and Dean felt the electric pull as he allowed Cas to lead the way to the ticket booth.

“I wonder if they’ll have any seahorses. Did you know they’re the only animals where the male carries the eggs and undergoes the birthing process?” Cas asked as Dean purchased the tickets.

Dean hummed vaguely in answer, not wanting to take away from Cas’ enthusiasm by admitting he already knew that. “I’m sure they’ll have plenty of seahorses,” he said instead, watching Cas from the corner of his eye as the former angel beamed.

Stepping into the cool air conditioned building, Dean’s eyes caught the entrance sign that indicated which direction each exhibit was located and he nudged Cas towards it. “What do you want to see first?”

Cas’ gaze caught the very first line on the sign and he grinned. “There are sea turtles, Dean. A whole rescue center for them.” Something in Cas’ expression shifted from excited to fond in the blink of an eye; leaving Dean reeling at how expressive Cas was. “It’s nice. That there are people who try to conserve endangered species.”

Dean bumped his shoulder into Cas’, gently directing him towards the sea turtle exhibit. “See? Not all humans are terrible,” he joked.

“No. They’re not,” Cas said, the fondness morphing into something tender as his gaze locked with Dean’s. The moment felt blinding, and Dean had to tear his eyes away before he did something stupid like lean in and kiss Cas right in front of the exhibit.

Instead, Dean shifted the conversation into something lighter. Putting his hand out, he caught Cas’ shoulder and held him back mere feet from the turtles. When Cas gave him a questioning look, Dean moved to tap his nose with his finger. “Take a second. What do you smell?”

Cas tilted his head, sucking in a deep breath before raising an eyebrow at Dean. “Salt water.”

Dean nodded. “Part of the experience is the smell; the salt lingering in the air from the exhibits. Almost makes you feel like you’re right there by the ocean.”

Dean watched as Cas’ eyes fluttered shut as he took another long, slow breath. A little smile graced his lips, and the sight was so simplistic and yet so beautiful Dean momentarily lost his breath. Quickly sneaking out his phone, Dean took a picture; with the turtles in the background and Cas with his eyes closed in a peaceful bliss.

“I like it,” Cas said a moment later, eyes fluttering open as he looked over at Dean. “The atmosphere is peaceful.”

Nodding, Dean nudged Cas to start moving again. “I’m glad. Now let’s go see the turtles.”

Entering into the turtles rescue center, they walked up to one of the large tanks where several turtles gracefully swam by. Cas moved forward, gently pressing his palm to the glass. “They’re beautiful,” he murmured.

“Do you want to sit and watch them? It looks like there might be someone coming to feed them if you want to stay for that?” Dean asked.

“I’d love to,” Cas said, letting Dean lead him to a bench just a couple of feet away.

They sat down together, watching as the turtles elegantly moved through the water. It was captivating and mesmerizing; both watching the turtles glide through the water, but also watching Cas watching the turtles.

“Tell me something. About turtles, I mean,” Dean said, bumping Cas’ knee with his own.

“Their species is 110 million years old,” Cas said wistfully, as if he were picturing the moment when sea turtles first came into existence. “They don’t have any teeth,” he said, nodding his head to the tank where several jellyfish and crabs were being fed to the turtles. “Their mouth is made of keratin, like your fingernails, which helps to break down the plants and small animals that they eat.”

“They really are elegant,” Dean said, pressing his shoe up against Cas’ and offering him a smile.

Cas nodded, his eyes darting back and forth between the turtles and Dean. “They were some of my favorite creatures made for the ocean.” Cas lapsed into silence for a few moments, his gaze caught on a cluster of turtles that swam up to the surface to take a breath.

Dean let the pause linger, but instead of watching the turtles, he spent his time watching Cas. He cataloged the serene expression on Cas’ face and committed it to memory. It was a pleased contentment that Dean wanted to see Cas experience over and over again.

After several minutes of watching the turtles swim around and waddle their way up onto a sandy ledge, Cas bumped their knees together. “What’s next?”

“You tell me,” Dean said. “What do you want to see?”

“Fish. Any fish,” he paused, “The fish from that movie you’ve talked about before.”

Dean laughed, tipping his head back and letting a bubbling feeling of happiness wrap around his heart. “You mean Finding Nemo?”

“That’s it. Show me fish from Finding Nemo,” Cas said, getting up from the bench and offering his hand to Dean.

Dean let his fingers wrap around Cas’ wrist as Cas pulled him to his feet, and a spark of longing cascaded down his spine. Before he could linger on the feeling for too long, Cas had let go and was moving towards the nearest sign with arrows to the major exhibits.

“It says fish exhibits are this way,” Cas said, already moving towards the tunnel he’d indicated. Except it wasn’t just a tunnel. A large tank wrapped around the walkway, giving a massive overhead view of several sharks and fishes as they stepped into the passage.

“Wow,” Cas breathed out, tilting his head back so he could watch as a blacktip shark swam over their heads. They paused in the corridor, watching as a school of fish darted overhead just seconds after the shark had passed. “I’ve never seen anything like this before,” Cas whispered.

There was something about Cas’ earnest awe that made Dean want to surprise him over and over again. “Do you like it?” Dean asked, stepping to the side as a family moved past them.

“I do,” Cas replied, happy and carefree.

And then they were moving again; past the sharks and into several rooms filled with tanks of colorful fish. From sea bass to minnows, and rockfish to flounders; they spent a vast amount of time looking at each exhibit of fish. Dean specifically found tanks filled with clownfish and blue tangs, explaining the plot of Finding Nemo even though he knew Cas already knew the movie.

The exhibits transitioned from fish into invertebrates and other sea creatures; crabs and lobsters, jellyfish and urchins, eels to octopi. Cas was fascinated by every animal they saw.

But Dean’s favorite part was the knowledge Cas shared. At every single exhibit, Dean pointed at a fish and asked, “Tell me something about this one.” And, without fail, Cas instantly told Dean a unique fact or detail about whichever animal Dean had pointed at. Dean stopped looking at the signs next to each tank, instead turning and asking Cas what each species was. No matter how many times Dean asked, Cas gave him the same beautifully fond smile as he detailed every fish they saw.

By the time they’d made their way through all of the tanks, Dean swore he could write and direct his own nature series on sea creatures with all the information Cas had shared.

“Alright, now we’ve seen the fish, are you ready for the best part of any aquarium trip?” Dean asked as they stepped back out into the main entryway of the building.

“There’s something better than seeing the fish?” Cas asked, tilting his head questioningly.

Dean chuckled, nudging Cas towards another corridor while deliberately blocking the signpost from view so that he could surprise Cas. “Oh, trust me, you’re gonna enjoy this.”

Guiding Cas past tanks of coral and kelp, they walked out into a large enclosure. People lingered around a massive pool in the center of the room; children screaming and giggling and the sounds of splashing water echoing around the walls.

“Welcome,” Dean said, gesturing widely with his arms, “To the interactive touchpool.”

“The what?” Cas asked, squinting at Dean in shock.

“Touchpool, Cas. It’s where you can actually put your hand in the water and touch the creatures. I thought you’d like to physically interact with some of the animals. If you want?”

Cas pulled in a sharp breath, his eyes flitting to the large pool before darting back to Dean in awe. “What animals are there?”

“Why don’t we go find out?” Dean said, guiding Cas to the sink area so they could both wash their hands before directing them to an open spot along the wall of the exhibit. Rolling his sleeve up, Dean motioned for Cas to do the same. Then he dipped his fingertips into the water, and watched as Cas copied his motions.

Reaching out, Dean’s fingers brushed over a sea star and he chuckled quietly. “C’mere,” he said, moving his hand through the water until he bumped against Cas. Linking their fingers together, Dean guided their joined hands down until Cas’ palm was pressed against the sea star.

“Oh.” Cas’ surprise hung in the air between them as he leaned his weight into Dean’s side. Pressed together against the rocky edge of the exhibit, Dean swore he never wanted to let go. But Cas deserved to experience what it felt like to touch these creatures. Loosening his hold on Cas’ wrist until he was just barely brushing their hands together, Dean felt Cas’ hand move slowly over the top of the sea star, as if he were memorizing every hard bump of the spines along its body. “It’s not what I expected, even though I know every molecule they’re made of. It feels… leathery,” Cas said, tilting his head carefully as he gently traced his fingers over the starfish for a second time.

Dean gave Cas another minute to interact with the sea star before he slipped his fingers across the back of Cas’ hand and carefully guided him again. “How does this feel?” he asked as he lowered Cas’ hand down gently towards an anemone.

Cas let out another little gasp, hand jerking back slightly at the texture before he touched it again. “Gelatinous. Like jello,” Cas said with a laugh, fingers tracing over the flower-like structure.

Shifting away slightly to put some space between them, Dean moved to pull his hand away, but Cas instantly followed him until he pressed their hands together again. Their fingers interlocked under the rippling water, and Dean felt his breath stutter out of his lungs.

“Show me something else,” Cas said, voice almost drowned out by the loud sounds all around them.

Pulling in a sharp breath, Dean kept their hands linked together as he took a step to the side; waiting for Cas to follow him. He watched carefully as the stingray moved along the floor of the exhibit, and as it approached them, he directed Cas’ hand down until his palm slid down the stingray's back.

“What does the stingray feel like?” Dean asked, words sticking in his throat as the overwhelming sensations sparked between them.

“Smooth. Almost sleek and silky,” Cas said, voice dropping into something breathy in awe. Cas’ hand lingered against the stingray, fingertips stroking over it’s skin before Dean shifted their joined hands down onto the bottom of the tank.

“Let it move over your hand,” Dean said, shifting his hold on Cas until he was gripping around Cas’ wrist.

The stingray rippled over Cas’ hand as it swam along the floor, and Cas let out a startled laugh. “It tickles,” he said, leaning his weight back into Dean again until his hip bumped against Dean’s. They remained that way for several long seconds as the stingray moved over Cas’ hand and continued on its way down the length of the pool.

Dean cast his eyes from the water up to Cas, and their gazes locked for a heart-pounding moment. An unspoken thing passed between them, and Cas momentarily flipped his hand until his palm brushed against Dean’s palm. There was a rush of water that moved around their hands at the motion, but Dean swore he could feel the heat from Cas’ hand radiating up into his.

Movement from a large gray fish broke Dean from the trace and he tipped Cas’ hand palm down again as the fish swam past.

“Fish,” Dean said.

“Sturgeon,” Cas clarified as his fingers grazed along the bony spines of its back until it’s whiskers tickled over the pads of his fingers. “It’s smooth because it doesn't have any scales, but also bony where the cartilage creates these projections.”

Nodding, Dean glided their hands through the water again until they brushed against the sharp roughness of coral.

“It’s different, right? Focusing all your senses on the way something feels,” Dean said quietly.

Cas nodded, letting Deans’ fingers slide into the gaps between his own again. “I’ve never experienced anything quite like it,” Cas said, words whispered reverently between them. And then, said even more quietly, “I remember watching the evolution of these creatures; watching one of the fish climb onto the shore and another angel telling me not to step on that fish because there were big plans for it. I wish I’d known then.”

“Known what?” Dean asked, a sudden lump forming in his throat.

“How beautiful fish could be, and what it was truly like to see them and touch them,” Cas responded, letting Dean maneuver them as another stingray floated through the water right underneath their hands.

Dean tilted his head, watching the way Cas’ expressions shifted from amazement to surprise and delight.

“Do you want to stay here for a little while? We can see if there’s any other creatures on the other side of the pool that you can interact with?”

The smile that Cas gave him was so bright Dean swore it rivaled the sun. “I’d like that very much.”

Letting go of Cas’ hand and stepping away from the water felt like Dean had left a part of himself behind on the edge of the pool. But when they’d found a new spot on the opposite end of the exhibit, Cas’ hand instantly found Dean’s underwater.

They spent an hour at the touchpool interacting with the creatures, but Dean wasn’t paying attention to the animals anymore. All he could focus on was the way Cas’ hand fit perfectly with his own, and how Cas kept their fingers intertwined the entire time. Dean never wanted the moment to end; Cas pressed against him, babbling excitedly about how everything felt, as if they had all the time in the world to linger right there at the edge of the glistening water.

Dusk had fallen by the time they left the aquarium. Walking back to the car, Dean felt drunk on happiness with the tingling sensation of Cas’ fingers still lingering against his hand. Part of him wanted to reach out and grasp Cas’ hand again, but without the pretense of the water, Dean hesitated and the moment slipped by.

But the day had been good; better than anything Dean could’ve hoped for. In all the time he’d known Cas, Dean swore he’d never seen Cas laugh and smile so much.

By the time they climbed back into the Impala, Cas was hiding a yawn behind his hand, automatically dropping his head to rest against the door.

“I think that’s enough excitement for one day. Ready to find a motel and get some sleep?” Dean asked.

Cas’ tired eyes found Dean’s in the muted light from the streetlight above them, and he gave Dean a soft nod. Despite the exhaustion, Dean could still see the etches of happiness lingering in Cas’ expression. Something churned in Dean’s stomach at the sight and he reached out, resting his hand briefly on Cas’ knee with a gentle squeeze.

“Dean,” Cas said, voice infused with affection.

The tenderness was almost too much to bear, and Dean cast his eyes out to the road as they pulled out of the parking lot. “Sap,” he muttered back to Cas, catching the little fond smile on Cas’ face at the light teasing.

Once they were back on the road, Cas closed his eyes and tipped his head back against the door again. Dean noticed, and quickly he fumbled one handed to grab one of his spare jackets from the backseat. He nudged it into Cas’ lap, nodding his head towards the door. “Better to use a jacket as a pillow.”

“Thank you, Dean,” Cas murmured thickly, scrunching the jacket up and nestling it between his head and the door. Another surge of fondness surged up to wrap around Dean’s lungs, and he forced himself to focus on driving instead of watching Cas drift off to sleep with his head pillowed on his jacket.

It took almost half an hour of driving to find a motel that had any vacancy- why the last 3 were all full was a surprising feat that Dean had rarely encountered- and Dean was tempted to let Cas sleep the rest of the night tucked up in the passenger seat, but he knew from experience that it was more comfortable to drag his exhausted ass into a motel room than to get neck ache from sleeping against the car door. As softly as he could, Dean nudged Cas’ shoulder.

Cas’ eyes immediately fluttered open, Dean’s name on his lips as he catalogued their surroundings with sleepy blinks.

“Hey buddy. Are you ready to get out of the car and get some sleep in a bed?” Dean prompted, keeping his tone gentle in the peaceful darkness of the car.

“Yeah, okay,” Cas said, scrubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.

God. The sight was ridiculously cute. Dean’s heart kicked up against his chest, and he forced himself to open the door and step out into the cool night air before he reached out and brushed his hand through Cas’ messy hair. “I’ll go get us checked in.”

He waited until he saw Cas nod before he made his way to the front desk.

A young man looked up as the bell above the door dinged, and the smell of musty haze hit Dean as he stepped into the building.

“Single room with two queens, please,” Dean said, stepping up to the counter.

The man made a face, shaking his head as he dropped a key in front of Dean. “Sorry, dude. I’ve got one room left with one bed. There’s a convention in town and everywhere is booked for miles.”

Well shit. Dean cast his eyes outside to Cas, who was leaning against the hood of the Impala with his shoulders hunched as if he were barely keeping himself standing upright. They were both tired, and searching for another motel when there was a room here felt unnecessarily complicated. They could share a bed, right? It was just for one night. Cas wouldn’t mind, would he?

“Yeah, alright, we’ll take it,” Dean said, lungs suddenly constricting in his chest at the thought of lying inches away from Cas. “Thanks.” Picking up the key, Dean made his way back out to the Impala where Cas had stacked their bags on the curb by his feet.

“Hope you don’t mind sharing,” he said, bending down to grab his overnight bag. “They only had one room left with just one bed.”

“Okay,” Cas said, simple and easy. But was that… was that a smile? Why was Cas smiling about sharing a bed? Surely he wouldn’t want to be crammed up next to Dean after they’d spent all day in each other’s pockets. “I’m following you.”

Shaking his head, Dean hummed vaguely and followed the signs down to their room. Nudging open the door, Dean dumped his bag on the little table by the window. “You can go ahead and take a shower first if you want?”

Cas smiled, tired yet genuine. “Are you sure?”

Nodding, Dean gestured towards the bathroom. “Go for it. I’m just gonna check in on Sam and see how he’s doing.”

“Thank you, Dean.”

Dean watched Cas disappear into the bathroom, and his chest ached as the yearning wrapped thickly around his lungs. God. Any hopes Dean had of this trip dampening his feelings had quickly flown out the window. The ache was even deeper now, and the thought of sharing a bed with Cas all night was more than Dean could handle.

Stepping back outside, Dean sucked in a sharp lungful of air. He really was in trouble now. Calling Sam didn’t seem to distract Dean at all; especially because Sam had nothing exciting to report other than the fact he’d been doing some inventory work around the bunker.

A cold shower would help to tamper down the yearning… well, it would’ve if Dean hadn’t seen Cas emerge from the bathroom in a soft pair of pajama pants and one of Dean’s old tshirts that he’d given to Cas a couple months ago.

Shit. Dean was well and truly smitten.

Cas tugged the blankets around himself as he curled up on the left side of the bed, and Dean felt his heart lurch in his chest. Soft. That was the best word he could find to describe how Cas looked. Hair still damp and flopped across his forehead with a faded maroon shirt highlighting Cas’ tan. The sleepy look in Cas’ eyes was enough to have Dean melting into the floor.

“I’ll be- uh, be right back,” Dean said, locking himself into the bathroom as his heart thundered against his ribs.

There was no escaping the feeling.

By the time Dean made his way back into the room, he expected Cas to be asleep. But instead he was propped up against the headboard and he smiled at Dean the second he saw him. Dean hesitated for a moment at the edge of the bed, before pulling back the covers and climbing in on the other side.

Cas instantly shifted so he was facing Dean, offering him another tired smile. “Today was good. Really good,” he murmured quietly.

Dean felt himself relax into the mattress; tilting until he was lying face to face with Cas. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Cas replied. They lapsed into silence for a few moments before Cas admitted, “I didn’t know it could be like that.”

Dean raised an eyebrow in the faint light coming from the single lamp on Cas’ side of the bed, waiting for Cas to clarify what he meant.

“That the simple things in life could be so beautiful,” Cas said after a moment, as if he’d been looking for the right words to describe what he was feeling. “I don’t know what…” Cas paused, tilting his head until his cheek was pressed into the pillow. “I’ve never really known what happiness is. But I think this is what it looks like; what it feels like.”

The words hovered between them, heavy in their confession and yet light in their tone.

“You’re happy?” Dean whispered, barely able to get his voice to escape past his lips.

Cas smiled, gummy and soft, and it was the most beautiful smile Dean had ever seen. “Really, really happy,” Cas said, fingers tugging lightly at the blanket he’d wrapped himself in.

The words settled like honey in Dean’s veins, and he felt himself smile right back at Cas. God, why was he feeling so sappy and why did he want to do anything to keep that smile on Cas’ face?

“Wanna talk about plans for tomorrow? I’ve got another idea you might enjoy that’s on the way back home,” Dean said. The idea had wiggled its way into his head while he’d been brushing his teeth, and he had a feeling it would make Cas smile even more when he suggested it.

“Yeah?” Cas asked, echoing the same tone Dean had used just a couple minutes ago.

“Botanical garden. There’s one on the other side of Kansas City that’s famous for blooming flowers this time of year. I thought you might like to see some of the beauty of nature,” Dean said.

A smitten look crossed Cas’ face; his eyes softening into something extremely tender and affectionate. And then he was leaning across the pillow into Dean’s space. When their lips met, it was the softest brush Dean had ever felt in his life.

Cas pulled back with a little sigh of an exhale, and then dove back in to press their mouths together again. This kiss was even warmer and slower; Cas pressing his body against Dean and Dean wrapping his arms around Cas’ waist to coax him closer.

They broke the kiss with little gasps before closing the gap to kiss again. Cas’ nose brushed against Dean’s, nuzzling delicately, before his fingertips grazed along Dean’s jaw.

Dean’s heart ached in his chest as Cas peppered several quick butterfly pecks against his lips before lingering on the next kiss. Everything seemed to slow down around them, until all of Dean’s senses were overwhelmed with the touch and taste of Cas.

Somehow, Dean had always pictured that kissing Cas would be like an electrical storm; crackling and fizzling and bursting with desperation to make things deeper. But this… this was the most delicate and romantic kiss Dean had ever experienced in his life. Soft and simple; just gentle caresses of their lips melding together with little happy hums.

Cas tilted his head and Dean followed the movement, sliding his hand under the hem of Cas’ tshirt until he was tracing little patterns along Cas’ hip. Each kiss felt like Dean was going to melt into the mattress as Cas huffed a tiny breath against his cheek before kissing him again.

God.

It was so good Dean just couldn’t get enough.

When Cas pulled back with a stuttering breath, Dean chased him, free hand coming up to cup Cas’ cheek as he brushed their noses together again before seeking out Cas’ lips in another kiss.

Quiet little pleased sounds filled the air with the tickle of lips teasing against each other. Cas’ hands had found their way into Dean’s hair, and Dean had all but tugged Cas forwards until he was lying across Dean’s chest. Fast kisses morphed into slow tangible dances as their mouths learned what it felt like to be slotted together.

By the time Dean finally pulled back, resting his forehead against Cas’, he was absolutely breathless and his heart was milliseconds from catapulting out of his chest with how fast it was beating.

“What was that for?” Dean whispered, tracing his fingertips from Cas’ hip to the small of his back.

“Because you’re absolutely… Dean, you’re just… indescribable,” Cas murmured, lips ghosting over Dean’s cheek. “I’ve wanted to kiss you all day. You make me happier than I’ve ever been in my entire existence.”

Something in Dean’s chest burned warm and pleasant through his veins, lighting his heart on fire. This whole time, Cas had felt the same way he did. God. He’d have kissed Cas breathless over those chocolate pancakes had he known that Cas wanted it, too.

Cas tucked himself more comfortably against his side, and Dean looped his arms loosely around Cas’ back.

“Dean,” Cas whispered, breath tickling along Dean’s neck.

“Hm?” Dean hummed quietly.

“Kiss me again.”

This time it was just sleepy little brushes; lips ever-so-softly coming together in chaste touches as they kissed. When Cas pulled back, he muttered something about the botanical gardens and how happy he was. The words were muffled into the collar of Dean’s shirt, and Dean felt the shift as Cas drifted off to sleep in his arms.

When sleep finally caught up to Dean after he spent several long minutes committing this perfect day to his memory, it was with the taste of Cas still lingering against his lips and the feel of Cas’ body pressed against his own.

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only you || part v

Stepdad!Osamu x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: spit, semi-public sex, alcohol, oral (f+m receiving), male masturbation, female masturbation, daddy kink, breeding kink, squirting, hair pulling, cum eating

5.6k words

part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v || part vi || extras || only you, too

“Can’t I just stay the night?” Atsumu groaned as he got dressed.

“We’re going out tonight,” Osamu said, throwing Atsumu’s shirt at him.

You rolled over in the bed, pulling the blanket over your nude form. You propped yourself up on your elbow, appreciating Osamu’s strong body as he pulled his boxers up.

“Good morning, baby,” Osamu said, smiling as he leaned down to peck your lips.

“Mmm, morning,” you hummed. “What time is it?”

“Five in the afternoon,” he said. “You only slept for a few hours.”

You nodded, stretching out and yawning. “I’m going to shower,” you mumbled, sitting up.

You looked at Atsumu, who was still standing in your room.

“What?” He asked, finally noticing you staring at him.

“Get out,” you said, gesturing towards the door.

“Like I wasn’t just balls deep in yer pussy,” he grumbled, crossing his arms and walking out.

“Like you didn’t nearly cum in your pants while I choked you!” You called after him. You smiled as you heard him grumbling from the hallway.

“Ya okay?” Osamu asked.

You shrugged as you stood up on wobbly legs. “A little sore.”

You took a step towards your bathroom and your knees buckled. Thankfully, Osamu managed to grab your waist before you could fall.

“Let me help ya,” he said, holding you steady as you shakily walked to the bathroom. He sat you on the edge of the tub as he started the shower.

“I’ve got it from here,” you said. Your legs shook as you stood up but they stayed under you.

“Call if ya need me,” Osamu said, helping you into the shower.

You showered quickly. You brushed your teeth and fixed your hair before joining the twins in the living room.

“You never said where we were going tonight,” you said, curling up by Osamu on the couch. “How should I dress?”

“Casual,” he said, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer. “What you’re wearing now is fine.”

You glanced down at the sundress you were wearing. It was longer than your other one, so it already had Osamu’s stamp of approval.

You nodded and rested your head on his shoulder.

“We’re getting dinner? Great, where are we going?” Atsumu asked, plopping down next to you.

“We’re getting dinner and yer goin’ home,” Osamu said.

“Worth a try,” Atsumu said, shrugging. “Kiss goodbye?”

“I’m gonna kick yer ass,” Osamu said. Atsumu stood with a smirk.

“Not even a lil one?” Atsumu said. You smiled and stood up, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Don’t forget to cover that bruise on your throat,” you said, sitting back down. Atsumu whipped out his phone, swearing loudly when he saw the hand-shaped bruise across his neck.

“Damn it, what am I supposed to tell the boys?” Atsumu asked.

You shrugged as you cuddled into Osamu’s side.

“That you like getting choked by cute girls?” You suggested. “Nothing to be ashamed of.”

Atsumu groaned out a goodbye as he left.

Osamu pulled you into his lap and peppered kisses on your face as you giggled.

“Not that I don’t like it, but what was that for?” You asked, smiling after he kissed your lips.

“What, I can’t kiss my girlfriend?” Osamu asked, kissing your nose again. “Just wanna remind ya who ya belong to.”

“Never forgot,” you said, pecking his lips. “Need I remind you whose name I was moaning the whole time?”

You cupped his face and peppered him with kisses. “I love you, Miya Osamu.”

“I love ya,” Osamu said, kissing your lips one more time. “Let me go get dressed and we can go eat.”

“I guess I can let you go,” you said, moving off his lap. You laid on the couch, watching him walk down the hallway.

You checked your phone, responding to a few messages from your school friends and checking your socials. As expected, your mom’s ‘it’s complicated’ status had garnered a lot of attention. Comments ranging from ‘oh, i’m sorry sweetie’ to ‘i never liked him anyway’ to, to your joy, ‘he was too young for you anyway, don’t you have a daughter his age?’.

You cackled as you scrolled through the comments. Your mom had even responded to some, stating ‘he knows what he did’. You rolled your eyes and closed your facebook.

“Ready?” Osamu asked, stepping in front of you.

“When you are,” you said.

The restaurant was small and cozy, with the scent of fresh bread filling the air. You smiled as Osamu led you to a table in a secluded corner, pulling out your seat for you before sitting across from you.

“Everything here is fantastic,” Osamu said as you read over the menu. “My friend from uni runs this place, he’s almost a better chef than I am.”

“Almost?” You questioned. “So humble, Osamu.”

“Miya-kun!” A man exclaimed, rushing towards your table.

“Takahashi-kun,” Osamu greeted, smiling at the man.

“It’s been a while!” Takahashi said. “This the wife?”

You winced.

“Ah, not yet,” Osamu said. “I’m actually in the process of getting a divorce. This is my girlfriend, L/n Y/n.”

You smiled widely. “Hi, nice to meet you,” you said.

“Nice to meet you! It’s nice that you managed to get Miya to drag you out here, he rarely makes time to come visit his old friends,” Takahashi said. “I think I met the wife once? Maybe twice.”

“I have my own restaurant to run,” Osamu said. Takahashi rolled his eyes. “You can also visit me.”

“I have my own restaurant to run,” Takahashi said with a small laugh. “Speaking of, what can I start you off with?”

Your food came out quickly. Takahashi made polite conversation before leaving you two by yourselves.

“So, tell me about your childhood,” you said. “I feel like we only ever talk about me.”

“What do ya wanna know?” Osamu asked, taking a bite of his rice.

“What are your parents like?” You asked.

“My ma raised us alone,” Osamu said. He smiled before continuing. “Our dad wasn’t that great, he left when we were still babies.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you said.

Osamu shrugged. “He wasn’t a great guy, anyway. Leaving was probably the best thing he ever did for us. He used to abuse my ma. He tried to come back when Tsumu and I were in high school, but we ran him off.”

“Ran him off?” You asked.

“He got a lil too hands-on with ma, and Tsumu and I kicked his ass out the door and told him not to come back,” Osamu said. “And that was the last time we saw him.”

You hummed. “Good for you, then.”

“But yeah, ma raised us by herself, never remarried or anything. She worked two jobs just to support us and put us through volleyball,” Osamu said. “But she never missed a game.”

“She sounds great,” you said, taking a sip of your drink.

“She is,” Osamu said, smiling fondly. “I can’t wait for ya to meet her.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” you said, smiling. “Tell me something else, I want to know everything.”

Osamu smiled at you before reaching across the table and grabbing your free hand.

“Tsumu and I have always been really competitive,” Osamu started. You smiled at him as he spoke.

“I really enjoyed the food,” you told Takahashi as he cleared off your table. “And thank you for the dessert, it was amazing.

“Anything for a friend!” Takahashi exclaimed, stacking the two empty plates in his hands. “And don’t worry about the bill, consider it on the house.”

“I owe you one,” Osamu said.

“I’ll take salted salmon onigiri and your miso soup any day of the week,” Takahashi said, smiling widely. “It was nice meeting you, and Miya-kun, it was nice seeing you again. Don’t be a stranger!”

“I’ll try to come by more often,” Osamu said. You both stood after Takahashi disappeared into the kitchen. Osamu grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the restaurant.

“That was nice,” you said, swinging yours and Osamu’s arms.

“It was,” Osamu agreed. “What do ya want to do now?”

“I don’t know, do you have anything in mind?” You asked.

“There’s a club I like that’s not too far from here,” Osamu said.

“That sounds fun,” you said, smiling. “You’re buying the first round of drinks.”

“Deal,” Osamu said. He stopped abruptly, tugging you into his chest and leaning down. “I love ya.” He pecked your lips.

“You keep saying that like the world’ll end if you don’t,” you teased, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him again.

“Jus’ don’t want ya to forget,” Osamu mumbled. “Gotta remind ya.”

“I think it’s sweet,” you said. You intertwined your fingers with his and brought his hand up to your lips. “I love you, too.”

You smiled as Osamu handed you a glass.

“One vodka cran for my princess,” he said, sliding into the booth next to you.

“Thank you,” you said. You took a sip of your drink and made a face. “A little light on the cran.”

“Lightweight,” Osamu teased. He tossed back his glass of whiskey and shivered. “Ugh.”

“Lightweight,” you mocked, elbowing his side. You downed your drink. “Dance with me?”

“Of course, anything my princess wants,” Osamu said. He pulled you out of the booth and onto the dance floor.

Osamu’s hands rested on your hips as you ground against him. It wasn’t long before Osamu was turning you around, pulling you against his body as his hips moved to the beat. Your bodies moved together, grinding and bumping against each other as the two of you felt the rhythm.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to face you.

“Ya look like a goddess,” Osamu breathed in your ear. “Every guy in this club has his eyes on ya.”

You let out a shaky moan as Osamu’s hips dragged against yours.

“Come on,” Osamu mumbled, pulling you through the dancing bodies.

Osamu led you into the bathroom, locking the door behind you. He sat you on the edge of the sink, lips slotting against yours sloppily.

“Samu,” you said, running your hands up his shirt as he pushed your dress up around your waist. “Wanna feel you.”

“Later, princess,” he said, pushing his jeans down just enough to release his cock. “Gotta be in ya.”

He tugged your panties to the side and pressed the head of his cock flush against your entrance.

“I love ya,” he said, pecking your lips before pushing into you. You let out a high moan as he stretched you.

“Gen-gentle,” you stuttered. “Still sore from earlier.”

“Oh, princess, I got ya,” Osamu said, tip kissing your cervix. He held you tightly against him as he slowly thrusted into you. You moaned softly as you rested your head against his chest.

“Love ya so much, jus’ wanna fill ya with my babies,” Osamu said. You moaned, wrapping your legs around him and pulling him in deeper.

“Love you,” you moaned, kissing his neck. Osamu reached between you and rubbed your clit slowly, in time with his thrusts.

“Not gonna last,” he groaned. The fingers on your clit sped up. “Cream around my cock, princess.”

Your hands clenched in Osamu’s shirt as your stomach tightens. Your thighs trembled as you moaned in his ear.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Osamu groaned. His cock twitched as your walls clamped around him. You came with a soft moan, burying your face in his neck as Osamu filled you with cum.

“Samu,” you whined as he pulled out. A mix of yours and his cum slowly leaked out of your stretched hole.

“Hold on,” Osamu said, kneeling in front of you. He tossed your legs over his shoulders and licked a bold stripe up your cum coated folds.

“Osamu!” You exclaimed, legs twitching as his tongue licked deep into your hole. You moaned as he ate you out like a man starved, slurping up cum and spreading your pussy lips with his fingers to lick deeper.

“Taste so good with my cum leakin’ outta ya,” Osamu moaned. He stood up and kissed you, pushing cum into your waiting mouth. You moaned and swallowed instinctively.

You hummed and kissed him again. “Mmm, thank you,” you mumbled against his lips.

“Come on, I’m about ready to get ya outta that dress,” Osamu said, lifting you off the sink. Your legs shook as you stood up, and Osamu wrapped his arm around you to keep you steady.

“Let’s go home,” you said, smiling at him.

“Baby, no,” Osamu groaned as you sat up in your bed. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back down against his chest.

“We’re supposed to meet the boys in an hour,” you said, struggling to escape Osamu’s iron grip around you. “I need to shower and get my stuff together.”

“Can’t we just cancel?” Osamu asked, holding you tighter. “Just, I wanna spend the day with ya. We can do whatever ya want.”

“Baby, we still have three free days before my mom gets back,” you said. “Let’s just go play this game and then we can come back home and spend the rest of the day in bed.”

Osamu pouted but let you go.

“Thank you,” you said, crawling over him. You pecked his lips before you rolled out of bed. “Come shower with me?”

Osamu was up immediately, following you to your bathroom.

Your shower lasted longer than it should’ve, thanks to Osamu. As soon as the water hit your body, his lips were glued to your skin, his hands on your waist. Before you knew it, you were pressed against the cool, shower wall as he fucked you from behind.

“We’re gonna be late,” you complained as you got dressed.

“Didn’t hear ya complainin’ when ya were cummin’ ‘round my cock, princess,” Osamu said, kissing your head.

You swatted him away, glaring at him.

“You’re insatiable,” you grumbled, tossing a pair of black spandex shorts in your gym bag.

“I’ll show ya insatiable,” he said, hugging you from behind. His hand slipped down the front of your skirt, teasing the edge of your panties as he sucked on your neck.

“Samu, no,” you said, making no move to push him off. You bucked against his hand as his fingers circled your clit.

“Come on, baby,” Osamu mumbled, lips pressed against your skin. “Let me make ya cum one more time.”

You huffed. “Five minutes, then we’re leaving.”

“More than enough.”

“Hey, hey, hey!” Bokuto exclaimed, hugging you tightly as you walked onto the court.

“Bokkun!” You exclaimed, smiling widely as he spun you around.

“Y/n-chan!” Hinata exclaimed, hugging you as soon as Bokuto sat you down.

“My favourite niece!” Atsumu shouted, running across the court to greet you. Sakusa followed after him, offering you a casual nod as Atsumu hugged you.

“I might as well not even be here,” Osamu said, crossing his arms.

“Osamu-kun!” Hinata exclaimed, throwing himself at the man. Osamu immediately caught him, and tossed him back on his feet.

“Just a hello would’ve been fine,” Osamu said.

You giggled as he walked over to you, gluing himself to your side.

“Let us go change and we can get started,” you said.

“Locker rooms are that way,” Sakusa said, pointing towards the end of the gym. “Hope you don’t mind using the men’s, the women’s is locked up today.”

“It’s fine,” you said, shrugging. You followed Osamu into the locker rooms and changed quickly.

“Hey,” Osamu called before you could walk out. You turned towards him. “I love ya.” He pecked your lips before following you out of the locker rooms.

“Okay, let’s play!” You exclaimed, clapping your hands together.

Hinata whooped loudly as he jogged towards you.

“We’re gonna crush them!” He exclaimed. Bokuto high fived you both as Osamu joined Atsumu and Sakusa.

“Let’s warm up first,” you said, smiling.

You stretched out, rolling your shoulders before getting into position. You set a few balls for both boys before Sakusa called for the game to start.

The game lasted five sets, your team winning three of them. After Hinata scored the last point, Bokuto pulled you into a tight hug, spinning you around.

“Aha! Suck it!” You shouted once Bokuto put you down. Atsumu flipped you off, smiling regardless.

“We let you win,” Osamu said, ducking under the net. You rolled your eyes as he pulled you into a hug.

“Oh, sure,” you said.

“No hugging the enemy!” Atsumu exclaimed. Sakusa slapped him on the back of the head before hugging you quickly.

“You’re good, probably better than Atsumu,” Sakusa said. You smiled widely.

“Thanks,” you said as Osamu wrapped his arm around your waist. Bokuto and Hinata both gave you a look.

“I have something to tell ya,” Osamu said. You cocked an eyebrow as you looked up at him. “M/n and I are getting a divorce.”

“Finally,” Bokuto groaned. “I couldn’t take her hitting on me every time we saw each other.”

“So, you’re with her daughter now?” Sakusa asked. Your face heated up as Osamu nodded.

“And this isn’t just you trying to get back at her for trying to sleep with us?” Sakusa asked.

“No, I love Y/n,” Osamu said, glancing down at you with a smile.

“And I love you,” you said.

“As sweet as that is, isn’t it a little fast?” Sakusa asked.

“Probably,” you said. “But who cares? My mom’ll probably be remarried by the end of the year.”

“We know the relationship is a little taboo,” Osamu said, “but we just can’t help it.”

“Pay up,” Hinata said, grinning widely as he held his hand out to Bokuto.

“Fuck you,” Bokuto grumbled, handing a bill over to Hinata.

“What exactly did you two bet on?” You asked.

“When you two would get together,” Hinata said. “Bokuto-kun bet it would be the next time you visited.”

“Should’ve known Osamu-kun would move fast,” Bokuto said, hair drooping.

“Atsumu obviously already knew,” Sakusa said. Atsumu smiled widely.

“It’s a twin thing,” he said.

“Shut up, you literally caught us,” you said, shoving the blond twin.

“But it was my twin senses which led me to catching you,” Atsumu said. You rolled your eyes.

“Anyway, lunch?” You asked.

“Baby, you promised,” Osamu groaned as you sat up in bed.

“Promised what?” You asked, stretching your arms out.

“We could spend one of our days in bed,” Osamu said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you back down.

“One, I never promised that,” you said. “And two, I need to pee. Then I’ll come right back to bed.”

“Fine,” Osamu said, pouting. He released you from his hold. You hopped up and walked to the bathroom. You showered quickly and brushed your teeth before redressing in your pajamas (Osamu’s t-shirt and a pair of his boxers).

“Ya take too long,” Osamu grumbled as you crawled back into your bed. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest.

“I took ten minutes to shower and wash off, sue me,” you said, rolling your eyes.

Osamu rolled over, pulling you on top of him. “Why wash off when I’m about to make ya dirty again?”

You laughed. “That was so bad, Samu.”

Osamu pushed your shirt up and over your head, tossing it to the floor. He grabbed your breasts, squeezing them and teasing your nipples with his fingers.

“Samu,” you moaned, running your hands over his broad chest. “Let me.”

Osamu pulled his hands away from your skin as you leaned down. Your plush lips wrapped around his left nipple, your tongue teasing the cool, metal barbell as you pinched his other nipple with your fingers.

“Fuck,” Osamu hissed, lowly. His back arched as your free hand drifted to his half hard dick. You palmed him through his boxers, heart racing as you felt him harden beneath your touch.

You pulled back, a string of saliva still connecting you to Osamu. You pinched his swollen, spit-covered nipple, drawing out a high pitched moan from him as you switched to the other.

“Baby,” Osamu breathed, tugging your hair as you suckled his nipple. You hummed in response. “Feels good.”

You smiled against his skin as you continued to palm him. You pushed his boxers down, freeing his cock. You pulled away, straddling him.

“Wanna watch you,” you said, running your hands over his soft stomach.

“Watch me what, baby?” He asked, settling his hands on your hips.

“Wanna watch you get off,” you said. “Please, Samu, I wanna watch you touch yourself.”

“Why would I do that when yer right here?” He asked, moving your hips so you ground against his cock.

“Please,” you begged. “Please, I wanna know what you look like when you’re getting yourself off. Please, daddy, for me.”

Osamu sighed. “Fine, just for ya, princess.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you said, leaning down and kissing him. You moved off of him, watching as he kicked his boxers off.

Osamu wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and let out a shaky breath. He pumped himself once, twice before letting his free hand drift to his puffy nipples.

“Y/n,” he moaned, softly as you leaned back, pushing your hand under the waistband of Osamu’s boxers you were wearing.

“I’m right here, baby,” you said, reaching out with your free hand to touch his shoulder. He relaxed at your touch and pumped his length slowly.

“Doesn’t feel like ya,” Osamu whined as he thumbed his slit. You pressed two fingers against your clit as he gathered precum on his thumb.

“Let me taste,” you said, grabbing his arm. He lifted his hand to your face, letting you suck his thumb into your mouth, licking the precum away.

“Just want ya to touch me,” Osamu said as you hollowed your cheeks around his thumb.

“After you get yourself off,” you said, rubbing your clit in slow circles. Osamu whined as you let out a soft moan.

“Samu,” you moaned, rubbing your clit. “Let me see you.”

Osamu gripped his cock once again. Precum leaked down the side as he slowly pumped himself.

“Baby, take ‘em off,” he said, tugging at the boxers you were wearing. You pushed them down and spread your legs as Osamu watched you dip your fingers into your wet heat.

“Fuck,” he groaned, pinching his nipple and pumping his length faster. His thumb teased the metal barbell as he moaned.

“Samu,” you said, holding your wet fingers up to his face. He groaned at the scent and sucked your fingers into his mouth, licking them clean as he gently squeezed his balls.

“Please, please, I want you to touch me,” he moaned as you pulled your fingers away. You pushed his hands away and straddled him. His cock slotted neatly in your wet folds as you ground against him. You moaned as the head of his cock rubbed against your clit.

“So fuckin’ wet,” Osamu groaned, intertwining your fingers with his. “Just for me, isn’t that right, baby?”

“Just for you,” you moaned, rolling your hips furiously.

“Let me fuck ya,” he said. “Need to be in yer sweet cunt.”

You shook your head. “Sore from yesterday.”

Osamu’s head fell back with a groan. “And with any luck ya will be sore the rest of yer life.”

“Just- just cockwarming,” you said. Osamu nodded and carefully slid the tip into your wet heat.

“Son ofa bitch,” Osamu swore as your gummy walls clenched around him. He slowly bottomed out as you moaned in his ear.

“Oh,” you moaned as his fat cock stretched and molded your cunt. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned your forehead against his. “Feels so good.”

“Takin’ my cock so well,” Osamu breathed. He wrapped his arms around you and leaned back against the headboard, holding you closely. “Good girl.”

Your walls tightened at his praise. You sighed as you rested against Osamu’s chest.

“I want this forever,” you mumbled.

“My cock?”

“You, dummy,” you said, smiling as you looked up at him. “I want you forever.”

“Ya can’t say shit like that,” Osamu said, rolling his hips. “Makes me wanna flip ya over and put yer ankles over my shoulders.”

“Do it,” you challenged. Osamu groaned as he flipped you over.

“Yer askin’ for it, lil girl,” he said, pushing your knees up to your chest. You moaned as he pulled out, only to snap his hips against your ass.

“Samu!” You exclaimed as he split you open over his cock.

“I love ya, baby,” he grunted, grabbing your ankles. You cried out as he spread your legs out. You fisted the sheets beneath you as he pounded into you.

“L-Love you,” you stuttered. His cock hit every spot in you, without trying. The cool metal that teased your walls only added to the stimulation.

“Want ya to squirt all over my cock, baby,” he said, putting one of your legs over his shoulder as he reached down to slap your clit. You squealed as he slapped it again before rubbing two fingers over it.

“S-Samu!” You cried as he pulled out. He grabbed your ankles with one hand and pushed them up, folding you in half.

“Such a cute, lil pussy,” he cooed, rubbing his fingers down your slit. Your walls fluttered around nothing. “She’s just cryin’ fer me.”

“Samu, please,” you cried. Osamu leaned down and spat directly in your hole before shoving three fingers in you.

“Clenchin’ ‘round my fingers like a whore,” he said. “Ya want my cock, baby?”

“Please, please!” You moaned loudly. “Samu, please, I want your cock in me!”

“Oh?” He asked, pressing the head of his cock against your clenching hole. He ran the head through your folds, pausing to tease your swollen clit and fluttering hole.

“Daddy!” You cried. “Daddy, I want it!”

Osamu pushed forward, shoving his cock in your tight core. You moaned as he bottomed out, the tip of his cock pressed against your cervix.

“Does my baby feel better with daddy’s cock in her?” Osamu cooed, dropping your legs on his shoulders.

You nodded. “Love daddy’s cock in me,” you moaned.

“I know, baby,” Osamu said. “Ya were made to take my cock. Isn’t that right, princess? Yer just a sweet, lil cocksleeve, meant to take daddy’s cock whenever he wants.”

“‘m jus’ daddy’s cocksleeve,” you moaned. “I was made to take daddy’s cock.”

“Good girl,” Osamu praised, slowly thrusting into you. “Yer gonna be my lil housewife, pregnant with my babies.”

You moaned, unable to speak as Osamu shoved three of his fingers in your mouth.

“Suck,” he ordered. You hollowed your cheeks, tears running down your cheeks as you gagged on his fingers. “Good girl.”

“Wanna be your good, little, housewife,” you moaned as he pulled his fingers away.

“Aw, baby, ya will be,” he said. He reached down to circle your clit. “Cream around my cock, baby.”

“Daddy,” you whined as your stomach tightened. Osamu thrusted into you harder. You cried out as your walls clamped around him, juices gushing.

“There’s my girl,” Osamu said, continuing to thrust into you. You whimpered as his cock twitched inside you.

“Cum in me, daddy, please,” you begged. “Breed me, breed me, I want you to fill me up!”

“Gonna give ya my babies,” he grunted. Osamu moaned loudly as your walls fluttered around him, finally milking an orgasm from him. His balls tightened as he filled you up. Cum dripped down your skin as he fucked you through his orgasm.

“Too much, too much,” you whined as Osamu rubbed your clit.

“Just one more,” he said. You whined as he pulled out. Quickly, before his cum could leak out, he pushed his fingers in you.

“Samu!” You whimpered as his thumb rubbed over your overly sensitive clit.

“Come on,” he grunted, rubbing your clit faster. You moaned loudly.

“Samu, Samu, Samu!” You moaned. He leaned down and wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking harshly as he fingered you.

“Cum in my mouth, princess,” he murmured. Your thighs shook as his tongue pressed against your clit.

“Samu!” You exclaimed as you squirted into his open mouth. A mixture of your juices and his cum dripped onto the sheets and down Osamu’s chin.

“That’s my good girl,” Osamu said, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

“You’re too much,” you huffed, relaxing into the bed. Osamu smiled at you as he laid next to you.

“Breakfast in bed?” He asked. You shook your head.

“We have to clean these sheets,” you said, glancing down at the wet spot below you.

“But then we can get back in bed, right?” Osamu asked.

You smiled and nodded. “After we eat and wash the sheets, sure. And you need a shower, you smell like sex.”

“Join me?” He asked.

“No funny business, Miya Osamu.”

“Omurice and onion soup for one princess,” Osamu said, setting a plate in front of you. You smiled at the cute, panda-shaped omurice.

“Thank you,” you said. Osamu sat next to you with his own plate.

“I was thinking tomorrow we could go visit the Izanagi shrine,” Osamu said, slurping his soup.

“I’ve never been to the Izanagi shrine,” you said.

“It’s dedicated to Izanagi and Izanami,” Osamu said. You nodded.

“Sounds good,” you said. “Izanami is the goddess of creation and death isn’t she?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Izanagi was her husband. The moon and sun were born from his eyes.”

“That sounds interesting,” you said. “I’ll go.”

You ate in silence, apart from music playing from the tv in the living room.

“Back to bed?” Osamu asked after washing the dishes. You smiled and nodded.

“Back to bed,” you confirmed. Osamu lifted you easily and pecked your lips as he carried you back to bed. The freshly made bed was quickly ruined as Osamu laid you on your back, gently.

He kissed you softly before kissing down your neck. He made quick work of removing your tank top and sucking your left nipple into his mouth as he teased the other with his fingers. You moaned softly as he switched then continued to kiss down your stomach.

“Samu,” you said softly, threading your fingers in his hair.

“Jus’ let me take care of ya,” he breathed, running his fingers down your thighs, pulling your underwear down. You sighed as Osamu kissed up your inner thigh, stopping at your pubic area.

“Such a pretty pussy,” Osamu said, running his finger through your folds. “Gonna make ya cum on my tongue, princess.”

“Samu,” you moaned as he licked broadly up your slit. He moved your legs over his shoulders and wrapped his lips around your clit. He alternated between teasing it with his tongue and sucking at it softly.

“One or two?” Osamu asked.

“Two,” you said.

Osamu slowly pushed two fingers in your opening. Your mouth fell open with a low moan as he scissored you open and tongued at your clit.

“Osamu,” you moaned, tugging his hair. Osamu groaned, vibrating against your clit. “Oh?”

You gave another experimental tug, receiving the same response.

“Ya keep pulling my hair and I’m gonna fuck ya without finishing down here,” Osamu said, pulling away from you. You stared him in the eyes and pulled his hair again.

He moaned then glared up at you. “I wanted to treat ya real nice before I fucked ya again.”

“And I just want you in me,” you said. Osamu crawled up your body, hovering over you as he kissed you deeply.

“What my princess wants, she gets,” Osamu said. He kicked off his boxers and flipped you over so that you were on top.

“Want you in my mouth,” you mumbled, staring down at his hard cock. Your mouth was watering as his cock rested against his lower stomach, head swollen and dark pink, leaking precum.

“What was that, baby?” Osamu asked.

“Wanna suck you off,” you said, looking up at him. You scrambled down the mattress before he could say anything, spreading his legs slightly.

“G’head, baby,” he said, putting his hands behind his head as you placed a kitten lick to the leaking tip. You moaned at the salty taste.

You ran your tongue down his length, stopping to tease his balls. Osamu hissed as you sucked one in your mouth, gently running your tongue around it.

“Fuck, baby,” Osamu said, reaching down to grab your hair. You pulled back and pumped his cock once, twice, three times before taking the tip in your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks as you pumped the rest of his length.

“I know ya can take more than that,” Osamu said. You ignored him as your hand came up to play with his balls.

“Leave me alone,” you said, pulling back. “Just let me make you feel good.”

You took the tip back in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. Slowly, you took more of his cock in your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. Tears burned at your eyes as you gagged. Osamu groaned and bucked his hips.

“Good girl,” Osamu groaned, pulling your hair gently. You moaned around him, bobbing your head and wrapping your hand around whatever couldn’t fit in your mouth. Your other hand squeezed his balls lightly.

“Fuck, gonna cum,” Osamu grunted as his balls tightened in your hand. You pulled back.

“Cum in my mouth,” you said. You wrapped your lips around the tip and sucked. Your tongue swirled around, moaning at the taste of his precum.

“Fuck, fuck,” Osamu swore, pushing your head down his length as he came down your throat. You swallowed most of it before crawling up the bed and meeting Osamu with a messy kiss. Spit and cum ran down your chins as your tongues danced together.

“I love you,” you mumbled, as Osamu wiped your chin clean with a discarded shirt before wiping his own.

“I love you, too, baby.”

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