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limon-lol · 7 months

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A Ransh of Hell piloto

No puedo ver nada, está demasiado oscuro. Bien, recordaré mi vida una vez más en lo que espero a que mis ojos se adapten a la luz... mi nombre es Mike, tengo 36 años y vivo solo, mi vida no ha sido la mejor, pero hago lo mejor que puedo, aunque últimamente he estado un poco endeudado... Bien, ya puedo comenzar a ver y... mierda.

Me encuentro en lo que parece ser un almacén con paredes metálicas altas y techo de aluminio irregular sostenido por vigas... a una de las cuales estoy amarrado yo. Entre la oscuridad logro discernir varios contenedores de metal de suficiente tamaño cómo para que cinco personas entren y sobre espacio para poder moverse un poco, aunque puede que sean más grandes, no es que la oscuridad me deje ver perfectamente. Ahora, la pregunta suprema... ¿Qué demonios hago aquí?

-Hola, ¿hay alguien? -mi voz hace algo de eco en las paredes y reverbera por unos segundos antes de desvanecerse en el silencio que había originalmente-

Bueno, al parecer me dejaron solo con mis pensamientos, bien... supongo que trataré de hacer memoria y descifrar cómo terminé en esta situación. Comenzaré por el momento más extraño de este último año, el día en que comencé el Juego de Demon.

Ese día mis deudas habían llegado a un punto límite y mis acreedores me estaban buscando para "liquidar mis deudas", probablemente junto conmigo o algunos de mis órganos internos. Recuerdo que en busca de escapar logré salir de la ciudad donde vivía hasta llegar a un edificio abandonado cerca de una zona de mendigos sin techo, el edificio era lo que parecía un antiguo casino que pasó más de una década sin ver visitas, la pintura roja que cubría sus agrietadas paredes estaba seca y caída en muchas partes, los ventanales rotos estaban cubiertos con maderos podridos y en mal estado, las puertas de ébano se veían fuera de lugar al estar en muy buenas condiciones... siendo sincero, el lugar era aterrador ahora que lo pienso con detenimiento, en especial porque al menos en cien metros a la redonda no había ninguna otra construcción cercana exceptuando los muros exteriores de la zona pobre a unos setenta metros y las cercas con advertencias de peligro que evitaban el paso al bosque ubicado detrás del "casino", pero en aquel momento estaba aterrado por los cobradores, así que sin miramientos entre al lugar. Por dentro se veía igual de ruinoso, el piso de madera se encontraba en pésimas condiciones, el gran salón estaba adornado con mesas redondas y sillas rotas, al final había un pequeño escenario casi destruido cuyas cortinas se encontraban rasgadas, las escaleras al segundo piso solo llegaban a mitad del camino antes de volverse una caída a sus escombros. La soledad era la característica principal de ese lugar, o eso aparentaba a primera vista, en una esquina, en la oscuridad, se podía ver a un hombre vestido con esmoquin y sombrero de copa morados, dicho sombrero coronado con una rosa púrpura que hacía juego con el resto de la ropa de aquel hombre cuya expresión mostraba una amarga sonrisa mientras observaba una pantalla en la mesa por la cual estaba sentado.

-¿Qué quieres? Estoy algo ocupado -la estruendosa y ronca voz del hombre de morado estremeció levemente el lugar-

-En realidad solo necesito esconderme, y lo haré por allá, sin molestar -respondí lo más calmado posible mientras señalaba una puerta en la arte izquierda del lugar a la que me acercaba lentamente-

-Sinceramente no te recomiendo cruzar esa puerta -habló sin siquiera levantar la mirada de la pantalla-

-¿Por qué sería eso? -me detuve con mi mano a pocos centímetros de abrir la puerta-

-No es importante que lo sepas, solo debes saber que no sería bueno (para ti) que entraras.

-Bien, entonces buscaré otro lugar para esconderme de mis acreedores, si ves a hombres armados e intimidantes, no me viste -tras decir eso me disponía a irme, pero el hombre interrumpe mi huida-

-¿Acaso tienes deudas lo suficientemente grandes cómo para que tu vida peligre? -por alguna razón eso pareció alegrar al hombre que finalmente apartó la vista de la pantalla para mirarme con una auténtica sonrisa- Si ese es el caso, creo que mi propuesta te puede interesar.

-¿Deudas? Por supuesto que tengo o no estaría huyendo -le respondo algo apresurado, pero aún así interesado (y preocupado) en lo que quería decir- ¿Cual es la oferta?

-Bueno, mi oferta consiste en darte grandes sumas de dinero y cualquier otra cosa que te puedas imaginar, siempre que no vaya en contra de las leyes de la naturaleza, por más oscuro o desagradable que pueda parecer o por más dulce y adorable que sea, te será entregado por este servidor -el hombre hablaba en un tono formal y ademanes indicando lo grande de su propuesta- Cualquier deseo que puedas pedir que no sea antinatural, te será concedido.

Al terminar de oír todo acerca de su propuesta me quedé sorprendido, no solo por lo increíble que era y hacía sonar la propuesta, sino también con la confianza, seguridad y naturalidad con la que hablaba semejante propuesta digna de algún rey del inframundo a un humano antes de hacerle pagar con su alma. Especialmente esa parte era la que me preocupaba, ya que no era un 0% probable que este extraño hombre fuera un demonio, además de que su aspecto recordaba a los OVERLORD del infierno o a un gran ente de oscuridad y maldad pura.

-Suena tentadora la oferta, pero dime cuál es el precio, dudo que sea gratis tan gran servicio -a este punto ya había perdido la urgencia de huir y tomé real interés (y cuidado) en este ser y su oferta-

-Perspicaz, claramente no es gratis, pero puede llegar a serlo, verás, mi oferta es en realidad un juego, yo te ofreceré todo lo que desees y tú te enfrentarás a los peligros y consecuencias que acarrean dichos deseos y si logras evitar dichos peligros y salir entero de ellos durante 15 años, estarás absuelto de cualquier pago hacia mí, pero si por otro lado, sufres graves perdidas físicas a causa de tus pedidos o mueres por cualquier otra forma... deberás pagar completamente cada uno de tus deseos -explicó de forma calmada, nuevamente acompañado con gestos, cómo si de una exposición se tratase-

-¿Y cual sería ese precio? Digo, solo para pensármelo antes de aceptar.

-Bueno, el precio depende de cuantos deseos pidas y de su naturaleza.

-¿Puedo saber tu nombre?

-Si te lo digo estarás obligado a jugar quieras o no.

-Bueno, de todas formas ya decidí participar, no haría daño saber el nombre del anfitrión -extiendo mi mano hacía él para cerrar el trato, pero en lugar de estrechar mi mano puso cara de disgusto hasta que bajé nuevamente mi mano-

-Trato hecho Mike, como muestra de que entraste al juego te daré esto -dicho eso introduce su mano en lo que parece ser un bolsillo interno en su esmoquin y al ser esta nuevamente visible se encontraba sosteniendo una enorme cantidad de dinero, de hecho, lo suficiente para pagar todas mis deudas y para vivir sin preocuparme por unos meses- Ten, es todo tuyo, este no tendrá precio en caso de perder el juego... por cierto, mi nombre es Demon, y soy el segundo de mayor rango en la jerarquía del inframundo, pero que eso no te intimide, no haré nada directa o indirectamente para que pierdas el juego.

Poco después de eso desapareció en un destello de luz negra y junto a él la puerta en la que me quise esconder. Después de eso finalmente pagué mis deudas y me mudé lejos de ahí y, aunque en su momento me fue algo difícil de aceptar, pedí múltiples deseos que se pueden considerar pecaminosos durante estos últimos meses y... así llegamos a donde estoy ahora, en un posible almacén oscuro, atado a una viga... probablemente porque alguien notó mis deseos y sus efectos, logró atraparme de alguna forma y traerme aquí para obtener beneficios de mí... lastimosamente para ellos puedo salir de aquí con solo pedirlo, pero quiero saber quienes (o quien) es el causante de estos minutos de preocupación (durante los cuales olvidé que aún estoy en el juego).

-Interesante, pero me encargué de que no puedas desear tu salida de esta -una voz femenina hizo eco en todo el lugar, por lo que no pude identificar de donde provenía con claridad-

-¿Quién eres y por qué me tienes aquí? -pregunto mientras veía una posible forma de salir... o cuando menos defenderme-

-Solo otra jugadora inconforme que desea auténtico poder -a pesar del eco pude descifrar un poco más de la atacante por su voz, sonaba como una chica de 17 años-

-¿A qué te refieres?

-No intentes ganar tiempo con preguntas estúpidas, de todas formas morirás dentro de poco... en cuanto sean las 12:00 AM... dentro de 13 minutos...

A pesar de que dijo que era una pregunta estúpida, realmente no tenía ninguna puta idea de que carajo se refería, supongo que quiere decir del juego de Demon, pero no comprendía a que se refería con "auténtico poder" o el porque de tener que matarme para alcanzarlo.

-¿Enserio no sabes a lo que me refiero a pesar de estar jugando el juego de Demon? -nuevamente habló contestando a mis pensamientos-

-Desearía que no leyeras mi mente... es más lo DESEO -uso otro deseo más para que me dejara tranquilo con mis pensamientos, aunque eso incrementara mi deuda con Demon- Pero sí, realmente no tengo idea de que hablas.

-Mierda... era divertido oír tus pensamientos, aún así no te ayudará a escapar. Por otra parte, Demon debería haberte dicho de que si eras el último jugador vivo se te otorgaría auténtico poder, aunque no es muy especifico, el poder que otorgará ha de ser inmenso si no considera el poder cumplir casi cualquier deseo.

Vale, creo comprender de que va la cosa, Demon ideó esa táctica después de que hubo muchos jugadores, así estos se matan entre ellos y reclamará su deuda más rápidamente, es inteligente... aunque no es que me sea útil saber eso ahora... espera... ¿por qué debía esperar hasta las cero horas?

-¡Oye! Nemesis -le hablo a la chica que aún no veo ni se su nombre- ¿por qué debes esperar a una hora exacta para matarme?

-Es para aligerar mi deuda al entregar tu alma y... ¿¡cómo me llamaste!? -a pesar de no poder verla estoy seguro que su cara era una mezcla de condición y enojo-

-Nemesis, no se tu nombre, así que te digo así... después de todo me matarás en pocos minutos.

-Pocos minutos no, en 35 segundos.

Oh bueno, mi vida está a punto de terminar. La chica se para frente a mi con una pistola de arpones, su tez era clara y su cabello negro brillante, sus ojos eran verdes y vestía como una pescadora... bueno, eso explicaría porque me matará como a un tiburón... aunque no he intentado ligar con ella. Ahora si, chistes aparte, me han enseñado que si vas a morir deberías llevarte a alguien contigo, así que...

-¡¡DESEO UN ENLACE VITAL!! -justo un instante antes de que disparara el arpón pedí ese deseo, un poco vago, pero se cumpliría de acuerdo a mis pensamientos-

-¡HIJO DE PU... -por un instante pude ver su expresión de rabia, incluso intentó detener el arpón, pero era demasiado tarde-

El arpón me atravesó la cabeza matándome instantáneamente y, de acuerdo a mi deseo, mi vida y la de la chica se enlazaron y ambos morimos al mismo tiempo, supongo que nos veremos en el infierno jaja...

...

Bien, llevo como media hora cayendo por un agujero donde tentáculos y fuego verde me han estado golpeando, seré positivo, ya estoy muerto y me tocará pagarle al extraño y posiblemente peligroso hombre de morado... okey, no hay lado positivo, no es como si me fuera a poner a trabajar felizmente en una granja en el infierno y~ ya veo el el fondo...

-Finalmente llegan, es muy bueno tener nuevas almas en el infierno -la voz de Demon sonaba en todo el lugar ignorando por completo el dolor de una caída de 32 minutos a laque sobreviví por estar muerto- Bien mi estimado Mike y estimada Sarah, a cada uno de ustedes se les será asignado un rol como parte de mi propiedad, así que sin tener voz ni voto tendrán que cumplir con su trabajo si desean regresar a la Tierra en el mismo EON que nacieron. Sarah, con tus pedidos has satisfecho muchos deseos realmente oscuros que iban no solo en contra de lo establecido por tu dios principal, sino que también con lo moralmente aceptable de tu sociedad y tus pensamientos del pasado, el precio por mis servicios es la producción de tanto dinero como la totalidad del que hay en la Tierra en las minas de oro del Círculo de la Codicia, podrás darte un descanso por cada billón de dólares producido.

En cuanto terminó de hablar la chica causante de mi muerte, que se encontraba a mi lado desapareció. Demon hizo una pausa en la cual pude apreciar el lugar donde me encontraba, era una sala enorme cuyas paredes estaban acolchonadas con una cubierta roja, decoraciones de oro se encontraban en todo el lugar, el suelo estaba oculto tras una alfombra morada con bordado dorado, al final de la habitación un enorme buró negro de espalda a un ventanal con vista a la absoluta negrura de la nada a la que Demon observaba.

-En cuanto a ti, Mike, no solo tus peticiones apenas incumplían leyes divinas, morales y sociales, sino que adicionalmente llegaste con un alma llena de pecados, me gusta eso, así que te daré un rol de acuerdo a eso, trabajarás a Susy y Zorzz en el rancho infernal de monstruos en el Limbo, mientras no tengas trabajo podrás visitar otros círculos, tras generar varios millones de ganancias en almas serás absuelto.

Tras terminar de hablar aparecí en lo que parecía una oficina frente a un buró en la que se sentaba una criatura cuya cabeza era únicamente una gran boca llena de afilados dientes.

-Eres el nuevo empleado del rancho de monstruos del señor Demon -la criatura hablo con una voz femenina y un olor fuerte a carne- Por su perfil es el más adecuado para llevar las riendas del lugar, buena suerte en tu trabajo.

Sin dejarme hablar me entregó una tarjeta con mi nombre, mi foto y un texto donde indicaba que era el "Encargado de Producción y Gestión de la Granja Infernal de Monstruos", después de eso me indica el camino para llegar al lugar donde me encontraría con mis compañeros Susy y Zorzz. El camino era un sendero de tierra gris a través de un bosque de árboles negros por el que caminé durante lo que pareció una eternidad hasta finalmente llegar a una cabaña de madera desde la que se escuchaban fuertes gritos y el sonido de una motosierra.

-¡DIOS! Ni he entrado y ya me hago una idea de lo terrible que será mi estadía aquí gracias a mis compañeros -me dije a mi mismo antes de abrir la puerta de la cabaña-

-¡ATRAPAME SI PUEDES PEDAZO DE MIERDA AZUL! -una chica de piel y cabello rojo vestida con una camisa a rayas negras y rosadas junto a un short y chaqueta rosa, con medidas de mayas negras le gritaba a lo que parecía un hombre azul con pantalones grises y chaqueta negra, tenía cuatro ojos y dos cuernos, uno de ellos rotos, sus brazos le llegaban a las rodillas y cargaba una motosierra gigante roja-

-¡SUSY! Ven acá, devuelveme mis almas humanas, las obtuve con una venta hoy, las necesito.

-¡JA! Si las quieres tendrás que venir a por ellas, looser.

-Ya verás, te cortaré la cabeza otra vez.

-Ni creas que lo harás de nuevo Zorzzzzzzzzzzz.

Y bueno, aquí comienza mi tortura en el infierno con una demonio punk y un monstruo psicótico impulsivo... ¿enserio estoy a cargo de estos dos?... ¿se supone que debo ganar almas cuando ni las que ganan las pueden conservar?... como sea... meta actual, obtener el primer millón de almas para Demon, progreso: 0/1000000

#web series #historia #indie #A ransh of Hell #capitulo 1 #Mike Anderson #Demon #Susi Hellsing #Zorzz #Sarah Fisher #Limonlol

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freak-accident419 · 9 months

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Good Tidings

Josh Futturman x GN!Reader

Summary: You and Josh barely have any time to yourselves due time traveling nonstop, trying to save the fate of humanity. However, being at the Futturman’s Christmas dinner party granted you two a fair amount of time.

Word Count: 2.9k

Content: 18+ Smut, MDNI, gender neutral reader (no genitals specified, it’s just vague penetration), cockwarming, lots of fluff, takes place during Future Man S1E6 “A Blowjob Before Dying”, too much shitty sex jokes n puns (im sorry) (not), giddy+silly+sweet love making, you think you are sooo fucking funny, more goofy than serious/lustful, you two are very much in love, more plot (high ass dialogue) than porn tbh

(A/n: Merry Christmas to those who celebrate!! Hope you enjoy this muahahaha and thank you all for your recent support! First smut written on this account, so be gentle with me please !)

You, Tiger, Wolf, and Josh were at the Futturman household, schedule disrupted due to the reluctance of Josh’s parents. They insisted that you all join them for their small Christmas dinner party. You were all sat down at the dining table, as well as the neighbors, Josh’s Uncle Barry, and Diane’s friend, Wanda (who was especially invited to perhaps keep Barry at bay).

While Tiger was mostly impatient and displeased with every mindless convo and laughter, talk revolved around several topics like DNA kits or Wolf’s strangely fascinating culinary.

You sat beside your boyfriend, Josh, slightly nervous about the time you were wasting. Ever since you’ve been dragged into the whole ‘Biotic Wars is real’ and ‘kill or be killed’ shit, you and Josh have been dealing with the worst, unimaginable shit ever. With the two of your adrenaline wearing off, you gradually processed everything that’s happened the past few days since you were never given a break. Hence the hand holding under the table as you two would seek comfort from one another.

But you attempted to distract yourself from the deaths you’ve witnessed and the near-death experiences you’ve had to your best ability by indulging in every conversation.

“Gabe, honey, tell them about—about the recent fishing trip we went on,” Josh’s mother, Diane encouraged to her husband with her sweet, achingly kind voice. You had so much respect for Josh’s parents, so it was pretty easy for you all to hit it off well. They loved you. In fact, they were heavily relieved that Josh had finally found someone, let alone someone as amazing as you.

Gabe let out a hearty chuckle as he prepared himself to tell the table his story.

“So, a couple of days ago, Diane and I went on a small fishing trip. And I remembered an old trick back in the day that attracted a lot of trout,” he explained as you picked up your glass of wine, sipping some generously. Diane smiled at him with a nod as he continued. “One of the very efficient ways to go about fish bait is blowing worms.”

You choke on your wine, holding in a laugh, coughing a bit instead as Josh looks at you with a knowing smile. “I’m sorry, what?” You asked, trying not to grin too widely. Did you hear that right?

“Blowing worms,” Gabe repeated, getting a confined chuckle out of you and Josh. “You inflate the worms with air, which makes them float instead of having your bait be at the very bottom. It’s perfect, especially near the winter time. Worked like a charm.”

“Ohh,” you gasp in wonder. You chuckle to yourself before you spontaneously say, “Yeah, actually, I think I did do that a few times. Blew a-a worm.”

You looked at Josh, thinking you were being hilarious, but he looked at you with surprised eyes and parted lips of shock that slowly transitioned into a smile.

“Really?” Josh’s father expressed with intrigue. “I didn’t even know you fish. You have someone teach you that method, or—”

“Oh, no, Mr. Futturman, I,” you speak as you occasionally switch from looking at him to Josh. “I think it’s a very popular method. It’s a pretty natural instinct, you know? Blowing worms, that is.”

“Wow, really? Always thought it was an old-fashioned sort of thing.”

“Nah, far from old-fashioned, it’s almost contemptuous!”

You did pretty well at suppressing your laughter, because you sounded really earnest. Josh covered his mouth, amused by your subtle humor.

“Joshy, we didn’t know that Y/n likes fishing. We could’ve taken them on our trip. In fact, we could’ve all went,” Diane suggests as she looked at Josh and then you.

It was like everyone at the table was blind to your immature, yet humorous implication. Except, of course, your boyfriend.

“Oh, no worries, Mrs. Futturman,” you insisted kindly. “I don’t usually fish. Plus, blowing worms can be very exhausting.”

“Y/n—” Josh reacted, but interrupted himself with a suppressed laugh.

“You think so?” Mr. Futturman raised an eyebrow. “I just stick a syringe in them, inflate it, and bam, it’s all thick and ready to g—”

You and Josh burst out laughing, holding onto the table and each other. You swore there were slight tears coming out of your eyes as both of your faces were red. You felt overjoyed to feel happiness and delight for the first time ever since your involvement in the mission. And you felt even more glad that it was your boyfriend that you fooled around with.

“Sorry, sorry,” Josh says after his laughter died down as the entire table was confused. “I just—We just thought about a, um, moment when—Um… Actually, Y/n and I did go fishing once. Isn’t that—isn’t that right?”

You nod and go along with it, detaining your giggles.

“Well, anyways, we actually did that method, and yeah, you’re right, it works like a charm!” He exclaimed with joy as his parents smile at him with approval and pride.

“Bet the worm was pretty small, huh?” Tiger jumped in wittily, however, in a coldly nonchalant manner.

“And pathetic!” Wolf blurted.

“Hey, even if that might’ve been true—might’ve—it-it probably had a personality, you know?” He reckoned with a shrug, making you laugh again.

***

“You are—are fucking terrible, you know that?” Josh quickly muttered under his breath as you two continued to kiss each other deeply on his bed. “Those were my parents.”

“C’mon, baby, admit it, it was comedy gold,” you giggle, pressing your lips to his once more by tugging his black, skinny necktie towards you as you remained sitting on his lap.

The dinner party was still going on downstairs. After a long time of looking at each other longingly at the table, you two decided to excuse yourselves in order to “prepare gifts for Josh’s coworkers that he forgotten to wrap” in his room.

When you guys rushed in his room, you couldn’t take your hands off each other, immediately making out once the door was locked. However, you then had to close all his blinds before you met him back on the bed. This wasn’t new to you, none of it was. The soft, warm orange that his room’s light emitted strangely comforted you, as well as being back on his soft, spacey mattress.

Was it a good idea to leave Tiger and Wolf alone with Josh’s family and company? Probably not. But you’ve taught them enough shit. They tolerate Josh’s parents, so why not a few other guests as well? And you’ll only be gone for no longer than five minutes, you’d hoped.

You bring your hands to his pants, attempting to unbuckle his belt. “Shit—What the—What the fuck is this?” You grumble, Josh laughing at you as you struggle.

“I think it’s—” He giggled, bringing his own hands to his belt, trying to remove it, pulling. “I think it’s stuck.”

“What the shit?” You wheeze. “Fuckin’—Fuckin’ cock block!” You continue to mess with the belt, trying your best to unbuckle it.

“Wait, you—you’re almost there, you—”

“Oh my god! Holy shit! I got it!” You let out a surprised gasp, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping his pants right after.

“Oh shit! Flawless victory!” He exclaimed, making you stop in your tracks, looking back up at him.

“You did not just quote Mortal Kombat because I successfully unbuckled your belt,” you raise an eyebrow, nevertheless amused by his dorkiness.

“Maybe,” he answered smugly.

“You’re lucky I am in love with you, otherwise, I probably wouldn’t have let that slide,” you chuckle.

“Oh, come on. You’d love my video game references either way,” he insisted.

“I’m serious, Josh, the amount of things I’ve let slide because I love you is kind of crazy. Let me just say, I am so glad I met you after the ‘apple juice’ incident that Ray told me about.”

“Ray told you about that?”

“He told me a lot of things. Mostly the embarrassing things. I think he wanted to freak me out, you know? Always thought I was too good for you.”

You pulled his pants off, throwing it carelessly down on the floor. Your lips attached once more as he snickered as you then cupped his face with your warm hands. You look at your lover, his big, brown, desperate eyes looking at you with utmost adoration. “Well, jokes on him, he was entirely wrong. You are so good to me, you know that?”

He smiles at you softly, and you could sense how flustered he felt to hear that (the blushing patently gave it away). “You’re the one who’s been on my side since forever. Even when you got involved in all this shit that you didn’t even have to be in. You-You could’ve called me crazy, and-and broken up with me, but you believed me and stayed by my side, even knowing that things were gonna get dirty. And they did, get really dirty.” Rest in peace Janis and Carl? Or, rather, die, you evil perf-cocks? Eh, doesn’t fucking matter. “You’re so good for me, sometimes I can’t believe you’re even real.”

You giggle sweetly as you give him another kiss, a quiet smack caused by your lips deftly leaving his own to speak. “Well, I’m here and I’m real, and I’ll always be there for you, baby,” you reassure. You were perfect for him. Indefinitely.

He smiled blissfully. “I love you so much.”

You two made out passionately until you were laying under him, the lower halves of your bodies bare as you discarded the necessary clothes.

“Do you think your parents and everyone else knew about the worm thing or are they just that… I don’t know… clueless?” You asked endearingly under your breath as your fingers entangle in his soft, brown hair.

“Hmm. Possibly,” he reckons, raising his eyebrows as he thought about it. “That was still kind of evil of you, though.”

“Me, personally, I thought it was hilarious.”

“Blowing worms?”

“C’mon, your father set himself up for that.”

“Tiger called it small,” he muttered lamentably. “And Wolf said it was pathetic.”

“Jeez, whatever happened to personality?” You chuckle softly.

He sighed. “They still sort of called me out.”

“Shut up. It’s average, to say the least. Doesn’t matter either way, you’re enough.”

“But—”

“Josh, if it bothers you this much, then just prove them wrong right now,” you reply with a laugh.

“As in—?”

“Josh, c’mon, we don’t have time anyways. They’re expecting us any minute because of that shitty made-up story excuse. I love foreplay, dude, but I’m pretty sure we didn’t acknowledge the time at all. Quickies are definitely not our cup of tea. Y—” Your breath hitched as you felt his tip prod at your sensitive entrance. He gave you a soft, comforting kiss on the nose. You looked into each other’s eyes deeply, then your lips crashed into each other’s as the two of you stifled your moans once Josh finally thrusted in.

“Y-You know you’re p-perfect just the—mm—way you are, right?” You ask gently, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He smiled at this, kissing your lips once more, beginning to move. Your heart fluttered each second you felt him thrust in and out, slightly and satisfyingly stretching you. His hips moved quite skillfully, but also slightly clumsily, which was nonetheless admirable.

Your usual soft moans and gasps would be replaced by stifled grunts and sighs, due to the company downstairs. As much as you wanted the whole world to know that Josh Futturman was yours and only yours, you also had dignity—plus, it was his goddamn parents downstairs.

You giggled as you felt his nose against yours each rough kiss. “Y-You know, however, I think the only complaint I have about you is the fact that you hate Super Mario Bros.” You point out with a chuckle.

“Y/n, in my—agh—defense, it literally makes no sense. Like, why would there be pipes that are—”

“Okay, why rely solely on logic and rationality, hm, Futturman? I thought video games were all about escape. It’s all just harmless fun.”

“Yeah, well, I’m much more into games with thought-out plots and challenges,” he remarked, making you roll your eyes playfully. “Anyways, it pretty much just got ruined for me even more when Tracy at the video game store talked about Luigi having a very hairy, Italian cock.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Baby, I love you. However, your goddamn dick is currently inside of me. Please do not talk about Luigi’s theoretic hairy penis.”

“Noted,” he assents, going back to kissing you passionately, while moving slowly inside of you, yet deeper with each thrust. You let out a quiet, pleasured gasp as you felt him fill you perfectly, his hands lovingly gripping your waist to keep you still.

Your eyes closed as you indulged in the feeling of his gentle thrusts, him peppering kisses on your neck, softly chuckling under his breath. He guessed he was still in disbelief that he had someone as amazing as you.

“I… I still can’t believe someone as perfect as you would ever go out with a loser like me,” he scoffed, pressing more kisses against your neck and jaw.

“Hey, seriously?” You frown, holding his face in your hands once more, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs. “You are… a lot of things, Josh. But a loser isn’t one of them. Okay? You are so kind and funny and caring and thoughtful a-and—m-mm—amazing i-in general.”

“I—Fuck. I—I don’t deserve you,” he panted.

“J-Jesus Christ, sh-shut your fuckin’ rathole. Yes you do, baby. You deserve me as much as I deserve you.”

It was becoming harder to focus on your words as you continued to feel an increased sensation and pleasure as his thrusts quicken and falter. You let out a small gasp as you tense things up by wrapping your legs around his waist to bring him in even deeper. You two had been speaking and giggling to each other constantly that you didn’t even notice the lewd, wet, slapping against the skin that came from each heavy thrust. Josh grabbed one of your hands, interlocking your fingers tightly on the mattress beside your head.

“J-Josh, I—” You begin breathlessly.

“I know, me too,” he grunts as soft, inaudible whimpers and whines leave his lips while the movement of his hips stuttered. His rhythm was becoming unsteady, but it was also increasing in speed. “I—Y/n, f-fuck, I’m c—”

“Sh-shit, baby, I—” You pant as you felt closer and closer over the edge, every mere feeling increasing your stimulation. You bring your hand to cover your mouth and suppress any loud moans as you finally released, the knot in your stomach undoing itself as you sigh afterwards once your hand left your mouth. Josh came exactly right after you as his hips jolted for the final time, spilling his warm, white seed inside of you, burying his face in your neck to muffle a high-pitched grunt and acute whines.

You two were breathing heavily, kissing each other’s lips softly and lovingly after you both came down from your high. You two never moved from your position, still fragile and sore. Josh caressed the side of your waist under your shirt, his head resting in your neck as you moved your hand to play with his hair, holding him in your arms.

“This is probably the only time we’ll have together alone before we have to continue with the damn mission,” you figured, tangling his strands of hair in between your fingers.

“It’s bullshit,” he mumbles, his thumb continuing to rub your waist.

“Enjoy the moment while we can?” You suggested with a small chuckle.

“Yeah, I guess,” he sighed dejectedly.

A beat.

“Hm,” you hum thoughtfully.

“Yeah?”

“Nothing, I just… I like it whenever you’re inside of me,” you comment softly. This was probably the most affectionately vulnerable and honest you have been with him. Your tone lacked any intention for humor or lust; you were genuine.

He lifted his head up from your neck. “Seriously?”

“I don’t know. It just feels right. You know, as if you were, like, made for me exactly,” you whispered lovesickly, looking down at his sweet, plump lips to his profound, gorgeous brown eyes. “I wanna stay like this a little longer. You’re so perfect for me. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” he replied with a smile, kissing your lips soothingly.

Then suddenly,

“Futturman! L/n! Get out of there, we gotta go now! Operation Cameronium!” Tiger called from the other side of the door. “Goddamnit. The fucking—tiny man—baby thing—is, just, really starting to piss me off. Let’s go!”

You and Josh looked at each other for a while in silence before bursting out into laughter.

“We-we better go before she considers murdering little baby Wallace,” you suggest with a soft smile.

“Yeah… Wait. Do you really think—”

“No…” You answer before he could finish his sentence. “I know she seems all stoic on the outside, but I feel like the past few days, she changed a bit. Empathy-wise. Slightly, at the very least.” Josh nods.

“I’m really gonna miss this,” he sighs.

“Me too. But don’t worry, once we fix everything, we have all the time in the world together,” you assert.

“Okay,” he smiles sweetly, kissing your lips before slowly pulling out of you, leaving you to feel empty and slightly bummed.

The two of you, with your clothes back on and hair quickly fixed, you waltzed downstairs with no problem. Your hands had been interlocked, faces a bit flushed as you smile to yourselves.

“You two sure look happy,” Diane expresses joyfully. “You really got into the Christmas spirit, wrapping all those gifts upstairs, huh?”

You giggled under your breath. “Oh, yeah, definitely, Mrs. Futturman. Uh, very much so. I really love Christmas, you know? The gift wrapping Joshy and I did upstairs and, you know, all the Christmas traditions. ‘Specially, ‘specially the yule log.” You look at Josh with a knowing grin as he just listened in, suspecting nothing at all. “Really makes you feel warm inside, am I right?”

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