#the MOMENT i saw that video.....i knew i had to get my paws on it

[jackdoohangf]

STOFFEL VANDOORNE and MITCH EVANS in THE DRIVERS' ROOM FOR MEXICO EPRIX SEASON 9

[thexsilentxwordsmith]

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Fandom: Call of Duty

Character(s): Simon "Ghost" Riley, Reader

Summary: All the buildup, all the teasing, finally leads to this: Simon is back and ready to act on all those filthy things you two had been teasing each other with. Will you make it home before you both explode? Or will the car have to do to break the tension?

Word Count: 5.1 k

Warnings:

Part 2:

Unsteady hands gripped hard into the steering wheel, knuckles white as you tightly held on while headed straight to the military base. Your heart pounding furiously inside your chest, breath quick and short the closer you got, it was nearly impossible to keep your eyes focused on the road. Christ were you gnawing at the bit to get there and once again see that beast of a man, the one keeping you begging for release for the past three months.

Those breathtaking bits of personalized porn you two had sent each other had done nothing other than made that inconvenient ache into a raging monster that could not be quenched. Hours spent furiously working yourselves, silently begging for a little ease in the constant throbbing had gotten nowhere except to drain the battery life on your phones from the constant re-watching of videos.

…though that last photo he sent you of his abdomen covered in his milky white cum after having watched your little romp into amateur pornography had left you feeling on top of the world for a couple days.

And just as you were on that last leg of desperation, finally the light at the end of the tunnel that led up to you driving where you were today. It had been exactly one week from when you got the text you had been waiting on from Simon:

“I’m coming home, baby. Fucking finally; Christ I thought I was going to rub myself raw. Best not wear anything you want to remain intact, you hear me? Cause the minute I get my paws on you, that's it.”

Thank fuck, the suffering was almost over.

That entire week seemed to drag on endlessly, each day crawling through at a snails pace, but here you were now only a few more minutes away from your destination. Even as you checked in at the entrance to the base, antsy and squirming in the seat of your car, you couldn’t believe that you had actually made it.

You took Simon’s message to heart when you got ready that morning, choosing a simple, flowy dress that he could literally shred off of you and you wouldn’t give a shit. It was just long enough that it could easily conceal the fact that you had done away with the panties today, opting for ease of access over anything else, but low cut enough in the front that he could get a nice eyeful of your full chest; you had no idea what would happen the moment you saw each other again and you weren’t taking any chances.

This reunion was bound to be explosive after all the visual edging you two had been doing lately and having to waste even a second more of time before your bodies could be joined felt like a crime.

You walked through the base, heartbeat rapidly increasing with each step as you got closer to where you knew you'd find that hulking Lieutenant hanging around.

And then you turned a corner and there he was like a specter brought back to life, standing idly beside the outside wall smoking as he watched the privates of his troop find their families and suddenly the wind was knocked from you.

“Simon,” you called out to him and he turned to face you.

That instant connection of your eyes felt like a shock from a live wire; Simon could feel the electricity run through his veins and tingle its way up his spine until the first prickles of sweat dotted across his body as his cigarette slipped from his fingers. It felt like he couldn’t breathe and the closer you got the worse it became; you knew what you were doing wearing that pretty little dress.

Fuck did he want to take a bite of those thick thighs he could see just under the hem that popped out every time you took a step and if his hands didn’t get their fill of your breast spilling out of his grip soon, he might just keel over and die. You were more than tempting, you were a feast sent to make him completely lose his goddamn mind.

His entire body was sent into shock as that ache that he had tried to keep from ripping him apart all day as he waited for your arrival overtook him until his balls pulsed and he had to adjust himself or get caught sporting a stiffy that would instantly tent the crotch of his pants and make it even more painfully obvious to any curious eyes just how gone he fucking was.

Coming to a stop you stood before him, your stomach doing back flips as you struggled to form words that weren’t just pleas for him to just rip the waistband of his pants down and take you right then.

“Hey you,” you said through unsteady breaths, trying to keep calm. “Long time no see, huh?”

Simon nodded. “Too fuckin’ long sweetheart. Ya look...” he had to clear his throat, “incredible.” He had to keep it short, there were still too many people about and even his words would cause him to lose composure.

“Well, it is a special occasion after all,” you chuckled. “Got to remind you what you leave behind every time you go.”

The need to take your hand and give it squeeze, that customary greeting that you both did when in public, made him hesitate. If he touched you right now, any bare part that met skin with skin, he may not be able to stop, not once those weathered and brutish fingers got their fill of all that sweet softness. There as still a little time left that he had to be there and the agony was already eating away at him.

“Believe me, I fuckin’ know,” he said as he shot you a look; I’ve been in hell waitin’ to get back to it, it whispered to you.

Taking a few calming breaths, he risked lacing his broad fingers in between the empty spaces in your own. Simon could feel the rapid thump, thump, thump, of your pulse against his palm; good, you were just as excited for this reunion as he was.

Somehow that made it a bit easier, knowing that the feeling was mutual.

“Can we go?” you asked eagerly, hopeful that you were closer to the end of your joint suffering sooner rather than later.

Simon stroked the back of your hand with his thumb. “Gotta be here just a bit longer,” he muttered dejectedly under his breath. “God, I want ya so bad I can’t see straight.”

You squeezed his hand back. “It’ll go fast,” you assured. “And…I mean… no one’s looking this way if you wanted to touch me a little more. Maybe you’ll find something you’ll like.”

It was dangerous, but he took a chance with even more touch as he released your hand and loosely wrapped his arm around your waist, bring you in to him until your hips were touching. You were warm against him, warmer than the day would suggest, and the curve of your hip that he ran his fingers over delicately to retrace the lines he had dreamed about felt even better than he remembered.

Silently you peaked over at his face, watching as his head faced firmly forward to watch for any prying eyes, but it was clear he hadn’t noticed it yet. Not wanting to spoil the surprise, you kept quiet; he’d figure it out eventually. Those exploring fingers were beginning to stray more towards the back of you to the small dip at the base of your spine.

…and then lower still…

That’s when you felt it; he risked a lingering stroke over the contour of your ass when he noticed it. Where was that distinct seam of your panty line? He had grabbed your backside so many times over the course of your relationship that he knew the feeling of what should have been there. Quickly he ran his hand over the area again and still the same, there was nothing. Christ, you’d really prepared for today, hadn’t you?

Good fuckin’ girl.

His chest began to grow tight with his quickened breathing… along with that engorged appendage down below. He was in fucking trouble now; would he even be able to make it to the car at this point? The moan that desperately tried to escape through his throat he swallowed down, but who knows how long it would stay.

He was in the thick of it now.

Simon leaned down to rest his face against the side of your head, his warm breath still able to be felt against your ear even through the mask. “Fuckin’ hell sweetheart, no panties?” he whispered intrigued. “Christ, how the fuck am I supposed to hang on now?”

You smirked, trying to pick even though you were falling apart at the seams, a wetness gathering between your thighs as you pressed them together. “You complaining? Cause I can head back home and put some on real quick if you want.”

A harsh squeeze along the underside of your ass cheek made you gasp before he removed his hand and gave you your answer. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare,” he warned, a playfully lilt to his tone. “That sweet little pussy is about to be filled and I don’t wanna waste a goddamn second havin’ to rip those fuckin’ things off ya.”

Dear God he was about to fuckin’ explode, say screw it and pin you up against the nearest wall right in front of the entire goddamn squad to plow into your tight, wet cunt with months worth of unrequited need that had built up to this monster of desire churning away inside of him. His teeth bit at the skin of his lower lip, his fists clenching and unclenching as he failed to calm himself while he again checked the time.

The moment that those amber eyes watched the second hand on his watch hit and the minutes change to the millisecond he could be released, his oversized mitt wrapped around your wrist, securing it in his harsh grasp, and quickly he began making his way to your car with you being dragged alongside.

“Where the hell are ya parked?” he questioned in a huff, that gruff voice nothing more than a growl, and you pointed towards the back of the lot in the corner.

You could barely keep up with his intense pace, nearly tripping over your own feet several times to match his long strides. It didn’t help that your heart was pounding furiously, nearly beating out of your chest the closer you got to being in a tight, secluded spot with him; could you even make it back to his apartment?

All signs were pointing to not a fucking chance.

Simon only released you so that you could both get inside, separating at the tail of the vehicle with you headed towards the driver side and him the other. The slam from the car door rung through the interior of the vehicle and before you could even insert the key into the ignition, Simon had moved in silent as a specter to place his large palm against the side of your cheek. The endless ache he had endured over the past months apart had been unbearable as you both edged each other to the brink of insanity and now that he was so close to you again it felt like he was in a dream.

The tension that suddenly filled the car was overwhelmingly electric as Simon closed what little distance there still sat between you both, his hand moving to the back of your head. Those bulky, calloused fingers that had missed having any part of you against them laced themselves through your hair with harsh abandon, pulling your face closer.

He held your head steady and pointedly at his face so that you had to stare into his intense, unwavering gaze; it made your skin tingle with anticipation of what was on the horizon and barreling down fast. Those sparkling brown eyes drew you in to hold your own captive as he drug his thick thumb across the length of your bottom lip as if to test that all this was actually real. His entire hand palmed the back of your head which left you completely at his mercy, not that you were complaining.

After all, you needed him just as badly.

Without warning he wrenched the bottom hem of his balaclava up over the top of his head and off his face before his mouth crashed violently against your own, hungry and greedy to steal kiss after fiery kiss from those soft, supple lips he had been eyeing with a burning desire to ruin since the minute he saw you again. Desperately his tongue parted your lips as he plunged it inside your mouth to reclaim it.

God it felt euphoric to finally be given the very thing you had been aching for for months, feeling as if your body had pined for his for an eternity, as it was finally released from it’s torture. And by the way his tongue was nearly shoved down the back of your throat you knew Simon felt that same kind of relief and it only spurred him on further.

“Fuck,” he groaned against your parted lips, nothing but hot, sticky breath being shared. “Ugh…fuck, baby, I’ve missed you so goddamn much I thought I was gonna fuckin’ die before I could feel ya again.”

Crawling over the small console in the center between the car seats, Simon shoved his body weight into you, making your smaller frame slam against the driver-side door. The raised panelling along the inside dug roughly into the muscles of your back as the backside of your head was shoved harshly into the glass of the window. There was no pause in his assault of your mouth until your lips began to burn from the constant contact and yet even the pain still felt like heaven.

He tasted so strongly of tobacco from the chain of cigarettes he must have smoked to calm his nerves until you arrived, but even through the distinct flavor you still drank every last drop of him down like you would cease to function without him.

Those thick digits of his free hand eagerly pawed at your supple thighs until he was able to divide them so that his hand could slip in between. There was a damp heat gathered near your unclothed sex and it only made him more wild to feel it. His palm cupped around your entire mound and you whimpered directly into his mouth.

“Fuck,” he hissed one of the only words he could recall in that moment as the damp heat filled his palm. “All for me?”

Words, what the hell were they again? You couldn’t remember how speech worked as you were far too busy try to simply breathe through the conquering of your body by him. All you could do was mewl like a kitten as he massaged the petals of your cunt before taking his middle finger and slipping it between them. Your back arched in a jolt as he ran one finger along the length of your cunt, mouth falling agape as Simon gathered as much of your juices on his finger as he could.

Even this small amount of contact already had you dripping and coming apart at the seams; it had been so long since you had felt that familiar touch and pressure against your clit, the one that only he could provide.

Simon couldn’t help himself once he got his first real feel again of how soft and slick you were, goddamn it had been too long that he’d only been able to play with himself, and greedily he drew upon your clit in concise circles with the pad of his rough finger. There was a second where he tried to remain calm, to take his time drawing out your pleasure as he would normally do, but as your back arched and your breathy music filled the silence of the car, he could not hold off from unleashing weeks of pent up need onto you.

Removing his lips from your own, he moved down to the soft skin of your neck with teeth ready to leave the flesh marked with his seal. It burned him alive with desire at the thought that he would be able to see your pretty skin marred by him, that everyone who came in to contact with you in the coming days after today would see it too.

You could not stop the way your body writhed and squirmed as his finger collected a friend to join it and spread your entrance open so they could both slide inside. The heightened tension of the moment with the man you had yearned for only made you more sensitive and the way his fingers filled your tight, aching hole after it had been left empty for too long thrilled you. As natural as breathing, your hips ground down on his fingers, using them as your own living dildo.

God, he wanted nothing more than for you to ride his cock as well as you rode his fingers just now and send him straight to hell. Shit, he couldn’t catch his breath, his need was just too much. “That’s it. Use me; make my fingers yours.”

Both of your hands moved to behind your head and onto the window; you needed more leverage to ground onto him harder, as hard as you could. Nothing compared to him, not your own fingers, not a toy; you could not stop yourself. You could feel the condensation already gathering on the glass as you moved and you had to wipe it away so that you could get better purchase on the surface so you wouldn’t slide.

There was nothing that was going to ruin this.

“Oh god, baby,” you squeaked out as that overwhelming deep warmth of your release gathered in your abdomen.

The corners of his mouth upturned against your neck at the sound of you falling apart because of him. Images conquered in his mind about your moans and cries reaching outside the car so that anyone who walked by would hear them before they caught a glimpse of the show. Why wouldn’t he want to show you off like this? You looked so fucking beautiful falling apart to his ferocity.

Just the way your muscles strained and your cries became more pathetic, Simon knew you were close. “Are ya gonna come for me already, pretty girl?” his gruff voice purred against your collar bone. “Come on then, give it to me. Clench down on my fingers. Let me feel it.”

Pumping his fingers in and out of you, keeping the pace as steady as he could, he felt those velvety walls flutter around his digits as he rocked his upper body with you to simulate the movements he’d soon be doing when he was really inside you. The air was so thick with moisture it almost felt hard to breathe right, the windows filmed with the stuff as with a few more strokes at your clit you came hard and fast, shaking as he continued to work you until ever single ounce of your orgasm had been spent.

Simon was gone then, replaced by a feral beast fueled by his ability to make you come… and wanting to do it again, but this time with his cock.

He pulled those thick fingers out of you, glistening with the wetness of your cum and brought them to his lips. You watched wide eyed as he stuck them in his mouth and licked them good and clean; goddamn you tasted just as delicious as he remembered. Could you blame the man? You had kept him starving since your video popped up on his phone and he had to get a bit of it all.

“I need more of ya,” he groaned in whispers as he leaned back into you, desperate hands pawing at your breast still sadly inside your dress as he kissed you again, now with the taste of you on his breath.

“We need to move, someone’s bound to come see what all the noise is about,” you said, able to think a little more clearly now that you had come once, but Simon was still gone and there was only one thing that would bring him back.

“Don’t care, can’t wait. Get in the back. Now.”

The primal growl in his gruff voice was enough to make you comply without another word; once was not enough anyway, not after how you had suffered. You needed to be filled with more than his fingers. With a nod you immediately began climbing over the cushions towards the backseat of the car as he got out and moved into the back with you. You leaned back into the front long enough to shove the seats forward all the way to give you more space.

Simon needed room to work.

Scooting over, he planted himself directly in the middle of the back seat and pulled you over top of his lap to straddle him, shins digging into the edge of the cushion. Shit, he as so hard you couldn’t properly sit over top of him without leaving a wet spot right where his cock tented the fabric.

Clothes could be washed, as if he would care at all if anything got on him right now. Pushing your hips down, he made you grind your overstimulated clit hard on that throbbing shaft and you mewled into his face. A devilish grin spread from ear to ear as he rocked your hips to dry hump him.

“Someone ‘ere begged to be bred and that’s what she’s gonna fuckin’ get,” he hissed, sucking in the air harshly between his teeth at the feeling of you on top of him. “Can’t take it back now, luv. I have been fuckin’ dreamin’ of doin’ this, ever since you sent me that goddamn video and I ‘eard you say those sweet fuckin’ words. Been fuckin’ gnawin’ at the bit to stuff you full.”

Taking both of his hands, he pulled at the low neckline of your dress until your breasts came spilling out of the top. Angling his face in, he placed his nose right between the two to suffocate himself within them. There was a hint of your perfume still lingering there, that scent he had bought you for your birthday last year, the one that occasionally lingered on his clothes and had done for the first couple weeks of his mission.

The flesh was so enticing that he sucked in the supple top of one breast before he bit down, not enough to break the skin, but enough that it would definitely leave a nice red outline of his teeth; more signaturea that you could both admire.

“Simon,” you moaned his name.

Your own hands roamed up under his shirt, pushing the fabric up until you reached his chest and you could run your hands over the sparse bit of hair you adored; it would be so nice to get to nuzzle against it again. As your fingers ran between his pectorals you could feel the moment his breath hitched.

“Please, Simon,” you begged. “I need it.”

Those breasts he would get back to later, your words brought him back and his need to fuck you senseless slammed into him full force.

Rushed, he laid you back over the console between the seats as he sat up and forward, undoing his belt before ripping his pants down enough that he could pull his cock out of his boxers. The angle was slightly awkward, but as he aligned the leaking head of his phallus with your entrance and gave that first thrust to fully enter you, everything else fell away.

“Oh fuck…fuck… oh fuck,” that deep agonized whimper echoed through the car as Simon’s hands bore down his grip on the top of the seat cushions. “Goddammit, luv…s-shit…ah…”

Nothing, absolutely nothing in this fucking world could ever compare to the way your body felt wrapped around his cock: how silky and warm and tight it was. There was no way with his limited brain function could he accurately describe how mind-numblingly amazing it was to be inside you again. Those restless nights where he just couldn’t seem to stay satisfied, the pictures and video that made it worse, the dreams that woke him to stained boxers, it was all undone in that moment as your soft walls held him snugly.

Your head flew back over the lip of the console as he filled you completely to the hilt, stretching you out to your limit. It was almost too much after so much time apart, but goddamn was it exactly as you had wanted. You swallowed the saliva gathering in your mouth, wanting to say the words you had first brought to life in your video, but in person this time.

“Breed me, please Simon. I need you to fucking breed me.”

Never had a more beautiful sentence ever been spoken to him in all his years than to hear your desperate and depraved voice telling him to claim you in the most ultimate way; it was even more beautiful in person than it was that first time he heard it. His fingernails nearly tore holes in the seat as gripped with all this strength to stop himself from coming too fast from all the excitement.

The car began to shake forward and back as Simon snapped his hips into you with a feverish intensity. Even within the first few minutes he was already pussy drunk, slamming into you with a feral roughness that left his rhythm scattered for a bit as his brain only had one objective now: to come.

Your legs were absolutely burning and shaking from the intensity as you had to spread them wide so that he could fit in between, but it didn’t matter; you would have done anything to have him reclaim your cunt as his own again.

The scent of sex was heavy in the air of that enclosed space, the wet slapping sounds of two bodies connecting in that most erotic way keeping the beat.

Yet there was still one more thing he wanted, one more thing that he had been daydreaming about all by his lonesome. Even in this cramped space, he was determined to make it happen- for both of you. His hands were on your legs and before you knew what was happening, he had pulled out of you so that he could situate your calves up on his broad shoulders.

As he thrust back in, the new position helped him reach even deeper until he completely bottomed out. Goddamn it was like you could feel him in your stomach, so full with him that you were completely one being.

“F-fuck…” you stammered out the cry, choking on your words as you writhed uncontrollably. It was almost too much.

“There ya go baby,” he groaned as he started rocking his hips again, unable to contain himself at this consuming euphoria. “Gotta make good on my fuckin’ promise.”

He took you even rougher now, gripping into your hips hard enough to leave purple fingerprints where his hands rested as he pounded into you furiously, your body contorted and at his mercy. The windows of the car were completely fogged over now, the condensation not letting any clear visuals in or out as the axel squeaked with the force of Simon’s thrusts. The console you were still laid on scraped across your back to make it burn as your body was rocked, but the angle was so perfect that the stimulation made your brain blank to anything that wasn’t your second release creeping up on you quick.

There were no more words that could be said as you both devolved into beings hell bent on pleasure alone, just the depraved sounds of grunting and moans filling up the interior to capacity; that growing warmth in your belly nearly reaching its peak

Goddammit, he was closer than he thought due to all the pent up desire he'd been unable to sait for weeks, but he had to be sure you were almost there again too. "Are ya close?" he asked as more of a plea than a question, hips snapping desperately with a shudder as he was losing the battle to his orgasm.

"Yes," you groaned back. "Don't stop, please."

He closed his eyes tight, working to stay from blowing until he felt your thighs twitch and clamp down around him, keeping him locked in. A few more sloppy thrusts slipping through the cum covering your cunt, a few more bumps against your swollen clit, and that was it. The warmth shot through your limbs, coursing like electricity as you came once more.

"Yes, yes, yes!" you cried out and finally he let go and fuck did he come with a roar that stung your ears.

Simon's body convulsed, the muscles in his abdomen tensing and straining as he released weeks and weeks of need. You took it all riding out your orgasms in tandem until you both lay still a moment, simply breathing after such an explosive ending.

He moved back into the seat exhausted, pulling your body along with him as you stayed connected. Lightly he pushed up your dress to press his raw lips to your stomach to kiss down the lower half of your body. Each embrace was another silent praise he gave while he took deep breaths through the high of his ecstasy until his rapidly pounding slowed and he could final re-wet his dry mouth to speak.

“Fuck, I think we both needed that one,” he said against your skin, his warm breath wafting over the fine spread of moisture along your torso, making you tingle as he kept his cock buried inside. “Ya did so good for me sweetheart.”

You reached a hand out to him and he helped you to sit up and into his lap. Wrapping your arm around his neck you pulled him into a deep kiss, letting your mouths linger together with eyes closed for a few moments as you both finished coming down.

“I’m glad your back,” you whispered as your lips parted.

He cupped your cheek with his palm, staring back into your eyes as he smiled. “I’m glad to be back too,” he returned. "And I'm gonna make sure that I make up for all that lost time."

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Please do something for ethan with the new ig video jack champion posted today. My jaw is on the FLOOR those biceps are!!!!!

Noy a gym guy person, but we've all watched this video

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You were on your way to leave your dorm to get coffee when you saw Ethan's keys on your desk chair. You knew it was his from the Spiderman keychain you got him in a 2$ machine — which matched with your Spider Gwen’s. They must have fallen from his backpack when he left last night.

You took them with you and texted him about it as you went down the stairs. His dorm keys were on there, he’s gonna need them today. 

You got a response while you were in line at the campus café. 

Ethan: Shit, my dorm keys! I have a business class in two hours...

You: I have nothing until 10am, I could bring them to you? 

Ethan: If it's not too much trouble

Ethan: I'm at the gym outside campus 

Ethan: You're an angel 😘 

It took you a moment to find the gym Ethan had mentioned. When you stepped in, you quickly looked around for your boyfriend. You expected to find him on a treadmill or lifting weights with Chad, not to be on a boxing ring.

Your jaw dropped in awe as you observed Ethan on the ring, skillfully throwing punches left and right at a guy donned in a pair of punching mitts — assumingly his trainer. A veil of sweat glistened on his skin, and his curly hair clung slightly damp around the edges of his face. He was quick on his feet, his focus on the guy before him intense as he absorbed instructions. 

Not wanting to disturb them, you stayed on the side and watched the defined muscles of his biceps flex every time he punched one of the mitts. You even heard his training grunts, which made your core clench. How were you going to concentrate in class after seeing this?

His trainer called a break, and Ethan caught you below the ring. He undid the boxing gloves and lifted the rope to get down. 

Before he could say anything, you grabbed the front of his shirt and kissed him hard. He kissed you back, but didn't let you drag it too long as there were people around. 

‘’Eh, hi.’’ Ethan mumbled, glancing down with a shy smile as he hadn't anticipated such a warm greeting. ‘’Thank you for dropping my keys—’’

‘’Since when do you do boxing? And why haven't you told me?’’ 

He shrugged, taking a long swig from his water bottle.  ‘’I didn’t think it would interest you.’’ 

‘’Have you seen yourself up there? Makes me want to climb you like a tree.’’ Your hands traced up his chest and down his arms, your mind filled up with ideas of things you wanted to do to him. 

Ethan’s cheeks turned red at your words. ‘’I’m sweaty…’’

Discarding his warning, you kissed him again, pawing at his body and letting him know how turned on you were from watching him box on the ring. Once again, Ethan was taken aback by your kiss, but quickly recovered and kissed back, his arms encircling your waist. He pulled you closer, giving his all into this kiss and momentarily forgot that he was in a public gym.

‘’Get it, Ethan!’’ you heard Chad holler from close by, cheering his roommate.

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[mentally-gone002]

something new

summary: steve and y/n make a decision.

warnings: none!!!!

a/n: got a little carried away at the end but idc this is fun to do!!!!

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“can we get a cat?” 

y/n’s voice broke through the phone before steve could even say hello. 

he stuttered for a moment, trying to think before he said, “honey… what?” 

her laugh was heard faintly over the line. “i want one. can we get a cat?” she asked again with hope in her voice. 

“i…” steve sighed and leaned further into the counter of family video with his index and thumb pinching the bridge of his nose. not in annoyance, just in confusion of where this was coming from. then he asked, “are you at the animal shelter right now…?” 

y/n was silent, then giggled a little, which told steve that yes, she was. “i saw an add in the paper this morning and it said they have too many cats right now so they need to have them adopted.” she said simply. “they’re so cute, i’ve already gone through and looked at them all.” 

steve laughed briefly, shooting a very confused robin an amused expression. “can you hang on a sec, honey? i’ll be over in a minute.” steve looked away from robin as he spoke to y/n again to avoid his coworkers reaction that had her throwing her hands up. 

“okay, see you soon.” y/n said cheerily, and steve knew she was bouncing on her toes in excitement. 

“i love-“ the dial tone interrupted him and he smiled with a huff of laughter as he dropped the phone back onto the receiver. he turned to robin and opened his mouth to say something but she held up her finger. 

“just go.” robin waved steve off and he quickly left family video with his keys in hand and a confused yet content mindset at y/n’s surprise calls and unpredictable behavior. it was definitely one of the things he loved her most for since it always kept him in his toes and not a single day was boring with her. 

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when he got to the animal shelter across town she immediately ran out the doors to his car and dragged him out of it. “i found the one we need.” she exclaimed, holding one of his hands in both of hers. 

steve laughed as he looked at her in awe. she seemed frazzled, from her previous tug of war with him and the car, and her mouth was pinned in an excited smile. he shook his head. “really?” he simply asked. “what if i don’t like your choice?” he’s teasing.

y/n shrugged. “you’ll like my choice.” she replied. “cmon, i want you to see her!” 

steve followed willingly behind y/n and into the room housing all the cats. he looked around at a few people cooing over little and fully grown cats. 

“steve!” y/n hissed excitedly from beside a silver cage that was lining the wall. he walked to y/n as she excitedly waved him over as if he wasn’t walking the fast speed he usually did. “look at her!” she cooed with her index finger hooked onto the cage when he stopped beside her. 

steve focused past her excitement and stared at the small calico cat sniffing y/n’s finger. its eyes were bright green and it seemed to be smiling when she scratched under its chin with her nail. he grinned at the colorful animal, seeing why y/n was excited. 

“isn’t she so cute? her name’s ember.” y/n looked up at steve with a smile, still petting the cat. steve nodded, another wide smile spread over his mouth when he saw how happy y/n was. “wanna hold her?” 

“yeah.” steve nodded as she was quick to open the cage and pick up three cat. it made a purr- like-hum sound when y/n held it briefly like a baby and then carefully handed it to steve. 

the cat stretched her little paws up and patted steve’s face slightly, making him laugh. she blinked her green eyes up at him and meowed a little then stood up from how she was laying to head-butt steve’s forehead. 

y/n gasped with her hands over her mouth at the interaction. steve closed his eyes and laughed as the cat kept pushing its face into his with soft purrs. “she’s adorable!” y/n whined with the drop of her hands. 

steve opened his eyes to look at her with a smile that mirrored hers. “i like her.” he lifted one hand to scratch the back of embers head and she leaned backwards into his touch. steve pulled a face that reflected nervousness at the cats new found position of almost falling out of his arms. y/n giggled at ember and stepped closer to pet her soft fur. “what is she doing?” he asked. 

“she likes you!” y/n giggled happily as ember reached a paw towards her face. 

steve hummed in amusement. “we should get her.”

y/n straightened up. “really?” she widened her eyes just slightly, not really expecting steve to agree even though he likes animals. he nodded at her with a laugh, pulling the cat into his chest so that she wouldn’t move and fall. y/n clapped her hands together in quiet excitement. “i’m so excited!” she kept on smiling even if her cheeks started to hurt, making steve smile back. he used one arm to pull her into his side. 

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steve switched off the lights in the kitchen of his and y/n’s apartment before slowly walking towards his bedroom at the end of the hallway. he heard faint laughter from her the closer that he got to the cracked open door that was letting dim orange light illuminate the hallway. he waited outside the door before opening it, he listened to y/n talk in a babying voice with small giggles to interrupt herself. “what’re you laughing about?” he pushed open the door and put his eyes on her, laid out on her back over the covers with ember laid over her chest with her paws stretched forwards against y/n’s mouth. 

“embers being silly.” y/n craned her neck away from the cats paws to answer steve with a grin. “come to bed, yeah?” her request made him grin with a slow nod. ember stared at him from across the room with her wide green eyes, almost telling him the same thing y/n had. 

steve stripped out of his closed and climbed under the covered while y/n stayed over them. she rolled on her side to face him. “was she a good choice?” he asked as ember invaded his face again. he laughed quietly. 

y/n hummed endearingly. “a very good choice. she’s like our baby.” she cooed, scooping the cat into her arms to hug her. “she’s just the sweetest!” y/n kissed the cats head a few times before letting her go. ember walked right back to steve and laid on his chest. 

“i think i’m her favorite.” steve teased and y/n rolled her eyes. 

“whatever.” she smirked endearingly. “you’re still my favorite.” 

steve rolled onto his side and moved closer, his honeyed eyes a little bit hooded. “you’re my favorite too.” he lowered his voice and placed his palm against her cheek. she smiled, sighing deeply in contempt. “i love you.” he whispered, no smile but his eyes showed every single emotion he had for her. 

y/n leaned closer to kiss him gently, slowly. “i love you.” she whispered. “thank you, for being amazing… and letting me get a cat.” 

steve rolled his eyes. “she’s not just yours, y’know.” he scoffed a little. “it’s a shared ownership.” 

“well aren’t you using big words!” y/n teased with the shimmy of her shoulders. “and yes, she’s ourbaby.” she agreed. her eyes snapped away from steve’s to look so that she could seek out the small cat, then frowned as she saw how it was walking out of the door. “she left us.” she frowned and flopped down into her pillow. 

“you’re emotionally attached to her already.” he laughed. “guess i’ve been replaced.” he feigned sadness, cracking a smile. y/n shook her head and yawned. “wanna go to sleep?” he asked, fingertips gently grazing her skin. she nodded and closed her eyes a little. he shakes his head a little before helping her under the covers. 

“i love you.” y/n mumbled as her face sunk a little deeper into the pillow. 

steve hummed in happiness and relaxed into the mattress. “i love you.” he whispered back. 

[komugistissue]

Ok, so imagine you're dating Aki and he knows Denji has a crush on you, so Aki makes a point of fucking you on the couch when he knows Denji will be coming home soon so he walks in and sees, or fingering you on the balcony while Denji's eating in the living room and can hear, or leaving the door open when you while you ride him in bed because he know Denji will try to take a peak. Anyways, imagine Aki exerting his power by showing Denji how good he makes you, better than he ever could. 🥴🥴🥴

oh anon.. this is too good.. bless u 😵‍💫

i had a lot of fun writing this! hope to see more requests from u in the future, anon :3 🖤

warnings- afab reader, denji is lowkey (highkey) a little perv, riding, voyeurism, fondling, nipple play, masturbation, filming, reader doesn't know denji can see them

you and aki were just supposed to be watching a movie together while denji was out of the house for the night. but the way it always goes with him, you ended up sitting on top of your boyfriends lap with your tongue in his mouth. "fuck.. aki.. won't denji be home soon? i don't know if we should be doing this on the couch, don't you just want to go to our bed?" you asked at your boyfriend, a little worried. you didn't want denji to walk in on you and aki having sex, that'd just be so humiliating.

"calm down baby, denji shouldn't be back for at least another hour or two, i got you all to myself.." he cooed into your ear as he started to kiss down your neck. aki hated lying to his sweet girlfriend, but this time, he deemed it necessary. he noticed the way denji always started at you. whether it be your chest, ass, thighs, or face, he always found a way to look at you. aki decided something should be done about it, so he waited patiently for his opportunity. and this one was perfect. he was going to make sure denji saw just how good he made you feel.

aki's hands traveled up your shirt and pawed at your chest. your face flushed a deep red with the combination of the kisses at your neck and aki pinching your nipples. "ki.. please.. i want you inside of me already.. please no more teasing.." you whined desperately to him. "okay baby i hear you, i'm sorry" he falsely apologized to you. you buried your face in his neck and while aki pulled your panties to the side, prepping with his fingers, he heard the faintest sound of keys jingling and the door unlocking. aki smirked and curled his fingers up, causing you to moan loudly. denji heard the sound from outside and slowly walked in the door.

"i.." denji muttered quietly. aki locked eyes with denji and put his finger on his mouth mimicking a "shh" motion. denji was so shocked and embarrassed. he'd liked you ever since aki introduced you to him, and now here you were in front of him, getting fingered by his best friend. he fantasized about seeing you like this every night, was he dreaming? even if he was dreaming he knew one thing for sure, there was a growing aching in his pants.

"think you're ready for my cock now baby? did i stretch you out enough?" aki asked you, still making eye contact with denji. "yes.. yeah please i need you in me so bad ki.. you're always teasing me... nnhgh.." upon your plea, aki reached his hand inside of his sweatpants and pulled out his cock, denji did the same. aki pushed his cock inside your aching pussy, denji pushed his into his fist. aki put both of his hands on your ass and helped you move up and down. "hah.. fuck aki.. it feels so good! please don't stop!" denji stroked his cock at this sight and bit back his moans. he wished he could watch this moment back everyday. wait. he reached into his pocket. fuck. is it okay for him to do this? does he care? "ah! aki fuck, please harder!" no, he doesn't. he pulls out his phone camera and presses record.

fuck, a 25 minute video of a girl he likes getting fucked?

yeah, he's jerking off later.

[bladiegfs]

hello!! ur theme is so cute omg <3 may i request blade’s s/o (can be gn!) spending more time with a cat they adopted and he got jealous and he decides to cling to his s/o 😭😭 sorry if this doesnt make sense wiendidnf

take ur time writing it 🫶🫶

thank u!!! don't worry anon it makes perfect sense in fact it feels like my third eye was opened the moment i saw this on my inbox

glue

➵ warning(s) applicable: none

➵ wc: 1.1k

➵ blade has found his new rival— it came in the form of a dark-furred animal with four paws and orange eyes. he eyes it as you coddle it and sing a song. …it’s decided. this has gone too far. it’s his turn to be cuddled and coddled now.

It was a mistake— no, this whole thing was a mistake.

At first, it seemed like a good idea to him. In fact, he was the one who got the idea— he knew you love cats. So did he; he found the little creatures interesting and maybe just a tad bit cute. But you, on the other hand… you frequently gushed (clutching your chest, cooing, everything) over cat videos.

Cat videos. On the screen. It’s not even the real thing right before your eyes yet you acted like this.

But he thought that the smile on your face was far too precious and that it would definitely make you happy to have a cat of your own or a ‘furbaby’, as Bronie calls it.

When he proposed the idea, you instantly nodded. Then, you reveal a sickening number of tabs open on your phone, all containing research about the best way to take care of cats. He recalls the time you were complaining about your phone moving so slowly; he was about to ask you how long literally hundreds of tabs have been open on it, but then you give him that beaming smile that he’s always (secretly) felt weak to, and the question gets thrown to oblivion.

And just a day after that, you two were home with a cute little bundle of joy (your words, not his) and you were smiling unstoppably. To him, the cat wasn’t anything particularly remarkable. However, its black fur paired with orange eyes has apparently intrigued you.

“What are you gonna name him?”

“Pepper,” You reply, looking down at the cat. “Isn’t it fitting?”

“Pepper? That’s more like a dog’s name to me.”

You only laugh as the cat peacefully curls up atop your lap, looking much like a bundle of darkness rather than joy. Blade’s spot, he thinks. That’s where he rests his head as he naps or simply absentmindedly scrolls through his phone, but he lets it pass— it’s good to let the cat become very accustomed to you. It shouldn’t be a challenge to get the cat to warm up to you; perhaps he was biased, but if you asked him, he’d say it’s very easy to like you.

Months pass and Blade does get proven right; Pepper has given his verdict as to who his favorite parent is and, predictably, it’s you. You and Pepper work in tandem half the time— whenever the cat isn’t asleep, anyway. Wherever you go, Pepper goes.

Now: Pepper did like Blade, yes, but the cat was attached to you to the point that you couldn’t even take a piss without it scratching at the door to be let in. And on the other hand, you’ve taken to affectionately calling Pepper your son.

And this son… is coming in between his parents.

You see, earlier this day, Blade had been minding his business. It’s a weekend, and he’s sitting in bed, watching a show. You were right beside him, leaning onto him as your eyes are cast on the screen before you. 

But after a while, before you two even knew it, watching turns into kissing.

“Ren…” You mutter against his lips as you lay below Blade. You were about to open your mouth to say something when suddenly, a walking nightmare on four legs slipped between Blade’s and your body.

And Pepper hisses at Blade.

“Aw, Pepper!” You turn to the cat, taking it in your arms. Blade parts from you, opting to lay beside you as you coo over your son, saying something about how he’s so adorable.

He watches as Pepper gets showered in kisses. “Aw, my cutesy, does Pepper want kisses too?”

Blade does, but that cat in your arms interrupted you two. He turns his eyes back to the television, slightly disgruntled. But once more, he lets it pass. After all, he did like Pepper too, even with all his kiss-stealing tendencies. Pepper was as much his… ‘son’ as much as it was yours.

He thinks that the cat must’ve sensed Blade’s somewhat lax behavior towards it; today, it’s really pushing its luck. 

Lunchtime? Pepper rubbed his head all over your legs until you decide to give him some of the food on your plate despite the fact that he already had his own lunch and finished it with much vigor. Oh, what about the afternoon? You spent it playing with Pepper until he fell asleep. Dinnertime? Same modus as lunch.

And now… well, now, as you sit in bed, Pepper laid on your lap as though it was his personal seat. You didn’t seem bothered about it, not even one bit— in fact, you hummed as you pet its head affectionately.

And Blade? He’s sitting right beside you, phone in hand as he side-eyes Pepper.

This has gone too far. Isn’t it his time to be coddled too?

He wraps an arm around your shoulder, making you lean towards him. You oblige with a smile on your face but eyes still on Pepper. With his actions, the cat turns its head toward Blade and he swears to everything holy that the cat definitely must be annoyed at him. The only thing missing is for it to hiss at him again.

Eyes narrowed and looking directly at Pepper, Blade presses a kiss against your temple.

The cat stares back at him.

His arm tightens around your shoulder and his free hand reaches for yours—

“Ren, you’re a lot more clingy today,” You comment, finally looking at Blade. Then, you notice the expression on his face. You follow his eyes and you find yourself looking right at your son.

You cannot help the laughter bubbling up your stomach. It was ridiculous to you; was Blade having a silent competition with Pepper?

At the sound of your laughter, Blade’s glare at Pepper finally breaks and he looks at you, asking, “What?”

“Nothing,” You answer, sparing Blade the shame of having to admit silently declaring rivalry with Pepper. “You want kisses?”

“...Why’re you talking to me like I’m Pepper?”

You repeat, ignoring Blade’s reply, “You want kisses?”

Silence. Then, “Yes.”

You take Pepper in your arms, lifting him from your lap. You then put Pepper down on the bed before you turn your body to Blade. Your eyes flicker from Blade’s eyes and to his lips, then you lean even closer to finally kiss him.

His arms wrap around your body, holding you closer. Even as you pull away, he doesn’t let go of you.

So your hunch was right. With a smile on your face, you play with his hair, pushing his bangs away from his eyes. “I’ll make it up to you, alright? I’ll cuddle you and sing for you too, so you don’t have to sulk anymore.”

Blade defensively answers, “Who said I was sulking?”

“Oh? Do you not want me to cu—”

“I didn’t say that,” Blade interrupts. Then, in a quieter voice, almost as if he’s embarrassed, “I wouldn’t be jealous because of a cat.”

“I didn’t say anything about Pepper, though?”

“...Damn it.”

[twracehorse]

Ghost Shenanigans and 3 Idiots! (Phasmophobia)

1. We got 4 yokai in a 5-hour session once! One of which we just guessed and go'd because Dorian needed to collect one more bone for his daily task. No evidence or nothing, just went with our gut, and since we had 3 yokai already, it was a healthy guess! We were shockingly correct lmao!

~

2. At one point, Dorian's internet was hanging on by a thread. Only letting him go at 1fps, and he couldn't hear us through the game, but he could still hear the noises from the game. He couldn't speak either, so it was just this man walking very slowly to the van and checking out his surroundings bit by bit. It was funny watching his character look around like ↘️...⬆️....⬅️....↙️...

While he restarted the router, Sky and I did a quick run, and I mean we got in and out of that house with finding evidence of the ghost, the cursed object, the bone, filling out the photo slots, and getting all the objectives in like under 15 minutes!

~

3. Russian roulette of the tarot cards, "These have been so kind, and so-... RUN" (the death card was finally pulled)

~

4. While I have been getting better at running and hiding from the ghosts, it's mostly when somebody finds the cursed object and triggers a hunt, is when I get caught in the crossfire (ouija board and monkey's paw are my main causes of death).

Like how Sky wished for knowledge with the monkey's paw, a hunt occurred. Oh, by the way, we were at the asylum with "starter gear", meaning between the 3 of us, we had a shitty flashlight, a glowstick, and a shitty video camera for light. I ran somewhere, I don't even know where, a corner? I could hear the ghost getting closer and I pulled out my lightstick....bad idea because then I saw the ghost crawling towards me, neck bent, right before her cold hands played the worst game of peek-a-boo ever!

A wish for life was granted, with Sky taking the hit for the tradeoff. It was up to me and Dorian to get evidence! At one point, we came to the stairway door. It was locked. We assumed there was a key that we needed to pick up, so we moved on down the hallway. Finding nothing there, we head back, coming across the stairway again. The door was unlocked! Heading through and going down, after a moment, Dorian remembers that that door locks when there's a hunt. We were completely oblivious to an ongoing hunt!

Sky helping from the beyond to lead us to the ghost room. Which was a bit of a bad idea since we knew our sanity was lower than my expectations for men. Yeah....bad idea. I backed myself between a bookcase and a stretcher, fully exposed to the ghost. I could hear it walk in front of me. But she had her sights on Dorian, who was out in the open across from me. I made it out with little to no clues and had to guess the ghost type by myself. I ended up choosing between a yokai who hates people speaking near it, and a thaye who gets defensive. I was right on the yokai!

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5. All of us in the van looking at the screen hoping to see something. The ghost finally appears through the dots. Our first words were "oh!", Dorian's was "he is caked up"

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6. Trying to taunt the ghost to show up so we can get 25% sanity "Kelly Young more like Kelly OLD! Hah, gottem!" *Kelly turned off the lights*

"C'monnn kill us! Kill us!!! You scared? Scared of lil old us?" *crucifix burns*

~

7. When we finally found the ghost room in the asylum and were standing around to get evidence, our lights and equipment started flashing, I looked over to see the ghost in the doorway. I said, "Come here, Papa!" ......he sure did. That wasn't a typical event....it was a hunt, and he came for my neck!

The most insulting part was that I took a photo of him, but in the journal, it barely showed up, and it said "interaction" with 3 stars. What? Did it move the door a bit when he came to kill me??

~

8. We had to get the ghost to hunt so we could complete an objective. Unfortunately, it was a revenant, and unfortunately for us by using the monkey's paw to drain our sanity, it switched up the ghost room. Guess who ran to her designated hiding spot only to run into the arms of the ghost waiting in the basement! :D

I cleansed as I heard the ghost, but without my flashlight me and the ghost were circling each other as I was trying to run somewhere blind as a mole and the ghost, blinded by the smudge, until the air cleared and the ghost gripped me by the arm and said, "you come with me".

~

9. We were pulling tarot cards in the basement, so we'd have enough time to jump into the lockers nearby in the case of pulling the death card. Once we've pulled all the cards, we were ready to leave. But oh! the sound of a door shutting alerted me and I immediately shut up and crawled back into the locker, watching as Sky and Dorian ascended the stairs. Sky exclaims "it was a hunt?...oh...." as Dorian's body flops down the stairs.

~

10. We were playing when the dailies and weekly challenges reset. Bit of a mistake...

It was going normal, up until we tried using the cursed object. I was the one to hold the music box as Dorian hid so we could gauge the ghost's speed via activating a hunt. Sky next to me just outside the gates (Maple Lodge Campsite). I'm clicking to activate it.... it's not working... I don't see the handle spin nor hear the music. I am essentially turning it on and off. Sky can hear the music, Dorian later said that the ghost was starting to sing, stopped, and kept restarting to sing (because of my clicking). It doesn't trigger a hunt, we go into the van to see what our sanity is. Sky and Dorian's sanity was about 45%, mine however, the one HOLDING the music box was a comfortable 78%. The music box drains the sanity of whoever is holding it and anyone nearby to hear its tune. The activity board was also up and down like crazy (the on and off of the music box).

We go back in to get evidence. The ghost steps in salt, I try to take a photo. The camera is clicking but isn't capturing the photo. We hot potato the camera and it's not working for any of us. That's when we notice the objectives on the board aren't crossed off either when we KNOW they were completed. So, we guess and go... we were not permitted to leave...

The van closed and started up the engine, but the loading screen never came. We stopped being able to hear each other. We couldn't drop anything we were holding. We opened the van door and we cannot leave. Dorian is the first to leave the game itself and his smudge stick and headgear are left floating in thin air.

Never be too eager to get on those new dailies!

~

11. Both Dorian and Sky died while in the prison. But! We had the tarot cards! The potential for life!

I managed to pull high priestess! Someone would be brought back to life from where they died. I announced it over the walkie, "One of you will regain your life."

The door closes before me...

"And it's hunting..."

~

12. We successfully got the last objective and were heading out of the house. Sky was just outside (no, they didn't do "hide and seek" on us this time). I tried walking out, however there was an invisible wall that stopped me and Dorian from leaving.... the ghost has decided to hunt. We were stunned by not being able to walk out right before the door shut. Flashlights turned off, smudges burning, booking it to the hallway closet, Dorian made it in. I, however, did not. I kept trying to open the door to no avail. Dorian's head poking out while he was safe inside. My time was running out. The air was starting to clear, and the ghost would be able to see me again. Noting that the ghost was right on top of me heavily breathing as I'm scratching at the closet door to get it open. But it was too late...

Turns out, Dorian thought I was the ghost and kept a tight hold on the doors and only realized when the sounds of my death echoed in the hallway.

~

13. We entered the willow street house, Dorian grabbing the tarot cards right away and pulling... death!

Luckily there was a hiding spot in that front room. Unfortunately, my roommate came home at that exact moment. She starts talking about her day and when putting my finger to my lips didn't work, I had to frantically whisper "shut up!!!!", knowing that it could give away our hiding spot. But if she were to continue talking, the ghost would've found us.

As soon as the ghost stopped hunting, we all burst with laughter at our close call.

~

14. Me waiting for the others to gather 'round so we could drain our sanity via music box (we did a custom setting to have all cursed objects on the map). The ghost, however, was triggered to hunt. We had limited hiding spots available, and I didn't know where to go. I went into the nursery. The ghost going back and forth in the hallway, just reaching the doorway, but not going past it. Until it did... and it locked onto me right away. I ran out yelling, "he was naKED!"

Dorian was in the closet in that hallway when my body fell to the floor, hearing my death woes of being flashed by a ghost...

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15. With one final objective to complete: cleanse the ghost as it's chasing someone. We were ready at Willow Street! The ghost room was in the basement, while we were in the kitchen, planning to run to the garage's hiding spot.

We hear the ghost start its hunt. Calling out to it so he can come up to us. Dorian was the closest by the basement, looking at the ghost coming up the stairs. Once it got to ground level, Dorian exclaims, "he's naked!". The lights go out, me and Sky are left in the darkness with the sounds of choking next to us.

.....Dorian might have been too distracted by the nudist to cleanse before it got to him....

[briamichellewrites]

7

Micha was a fluff cloud. That’s what Mike called him because that’s what he looked like. He watched him explore Bria’s bedroom and he made sure he didn’t get hurt. At the moment, he was chasing down a dust bunny underneath her bed. He was so small, he could fit easily. It was dark under there. Meow? He looked around until he saw the human looking at him. There you are! He swatted at the dust bunny, making it move.

She came back in after using the bathroom. Where’s Micha? Mike pointed him out. He was going to get covered in dust. Meow. I’m in here, human! Good thing she had a raised bed. Otherwise, his tail would get caught in the box spring. He came out and back over to Mike. She scooped him up and inspected him. Yeah, he had some dust sticking to his coat.

She brought him into the bathroom. Using a hand towel, she cleaned him up. She then wrapped him into a kitten burrito and brought him out, holding him like a newborn baby. Mike laughed because he looked so cute! Only his head was sticking out. He scratched his little head, making him purr. That feels good, human! She was a great cat mother to him. He got out his camera and took a picture of them together. When he had his film developed, he would make sure she got a copy. Awesome!

Her adorableness attracted him to her, as well as her beauty. How did he get so lucky? She made his negative emotions disappear. Yes, he knew they were in the beginning stages of their relationship. Everything was new and exciting. Eventually, they would get used to each other and those feelings would fade. That was when they had to decide to stay together or break up.

She never had a boyfriend before. He had multiple girlfriends over the years. His last relationship ended after six months. It was more of two friends hooking up than a regular relationship. They had to admit that they didn’t feel any romantic attraction to each other. It was hard but it was better than leading each other on. They went their separate ways. That was life. He wished her nothing but the best. His relationship with Bria felt real.

They were taking a risk by dating. What if they ruined their friendship? He couldn’t see that happening. If they broke up, they would remain friends because of longevity. Even if they had to separate themselves for a while to work through their grief. He would always love her. She would never be the girl he dated for a while and then forgot about.

Especially since their families were close friends. Eventually, Micha got tired of being in the burrito. He struggled to get out. She unwrapped him and checked his coat before putting him on the floor. The dust was gone. He licked his paw and used it to clean his face before going over to play.

The voices in my head get so loud

I try to tune them out

Can you see my fake smile

Will I be the girl you forget about

Twenty years from now?

The following day, they were watching the premiere of her new music video from her debut album on MTV. He got to see the behind-the-scenes of how a music video was filmed. It was very interesting. She was involved in the entire process from beginning to end. The video showed her fighting with demons who represented her anxiety, depression and internal self-doubt. It also showed her hiding from ghosts, who represented the paparazzi and media attention she was receiving.

At the end of the video stood a man and a woman, who represented her parents. She had a look of hope on her face. No matter what, they would always be there for her. It was very well done. He congratulated her. Thank you. The guys also watched it. Were those her parents at the end of the video? No, they were two actors who were hired by Jeff to play her parents.

She didn’t want to ask them to cameo. Because of their jobs, she wanted them to have privacy. That was understandable. They hoped the video would start a conversation about mental health. That was her intention. How was her new cat? Mike mentioned she adopted one.

“You’re changing the subject.”

They laughed.

“His name is Micha. He’s an eight-week-old Ragdoll kitten.”

“Did you choose that name for him?”

“No, I would have named him Snowball or Ghost or something like that because he’s completely white. He came with that name. I didn’t think about him having a similar name as Mike until after I brought him home.”

Meow? Micha heard his name. Human, where are you? She got up after hearing him meowing. Meow? After finding him in the hallway, she bent down and scooped him up. There you are, human! I found you! She brought him out to the living room, so everyone could meet him. They were all taken by the tiny kitten. He was adorable with his tiny triangle ears, big blue eyes and cute little paws. Hi, humans! I’m Micha! He got passed around to whoever wanted to hold him.

Dave held him like a baby. They laughed.

“Yesterday, he was crawling under my bed and got covered in dust bunnies. I wrapped him up like a burrito in a hand towel. He loved it!”

“Yeah, it was so adorable”, Mike said with a smile.

“How long did he tolerate it for”, Joe asked.

“It was about five minutes. Then he got antsy, so I let him go. He probably got overheated from being wrapped up.”

Yeah, that was possible. Cats were more sensitive to that than humans. Mike took a picture of them together. He would share it with them after he got his role of film developed. Was he living at the house? No, not officially. They weren’t at that point yet. Maybe in a few years. Chester thought about her music video. Mental illness was something he struggled with. His wife, Samantha wanted him to get help for his trauma.

Rob also had experience with depression and anxiety. He knew what it was like to not feel good enough. She was in the spotlight with the world watching her. He would want to hide from everyone. Just like she was doing. He was on medication for his illnesses, which helped calm the voices in his mind. Only his closest friends and family knew about his mental health issues.

He wasn’t ashamed of them. Rather, he was just a very private person. Everything was on a need-to-know basis. His family respected that, even when it frustrated them. What was Rob doing? They had no idea. But the less he told people, the less they gossiped about him.

He looked down at Micha, who was sniffing him out and smiled. Dave called him a kitten magnet, making them laugh. Would he get a cat? He was very tempted to do that. They encouraged him to do it. He and Bria could have kitten play dates. You talked me into it. They laughed. She offered to go with him to pick one out. He would love that.

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon

[echantedtoon]

Allison Chapter Four

It was....good to have someone around to talk to again wouldn't you agree? Someone who didn't expect a lot out of her, someone who she could laugh with, sing silly songs with, and ...be herself around again. Now don't get her wrong. It certainly didn't happen overnight now. She still was grasping at the sudden and huge concept that her old memories weren't just childish adventures of an imaginary friend and a whole bunch of the fairy tales and nursery rythmes she grew up with were actually real..or well WERE real, Chesire did mention that most of them were ancient history just repeated and long ago over, but I digress. She was expecting one of these days to just wake up and everything be gone and back to her normal life, but then she'd find breakfast made and waiting for her or finding Chesire all curled up beside her sleeping. He was kinda like a pet cat of her own that doubled as a best friend she could talk to and let reveal about her life. But some things were a little frustrating. One day she stacked books neatly on a shelf- Only to rush back into the room by the sounds of books falling down one by one and saw the site of Chesire looking wide eyed at the books and like a cat in those videos, was pawing the books off one by one. He seemed to snap out of it when she shouted at him to stop and apologized before snapping his powers and having them fly back into place. She told him he didn't have to use all this magic and cook for here but in his own words:

"You fed me. You gave me a home. You became my friend and showed me kindness when a lot of people wouldn't. I could have easily died. This is the very least I could do and it'll still be never enough in my opinion. Now hush and help me decide which scones looks better with this tea. I like macaroons. So sweet and delicious!"

He wasn't there sometimes and a few days he didn't show up, when asked he simply told her he had to spend some time in his world too, which she respected. He wasn't obligated to stay around if he didn't feel up to it and she certainly knew that she would be ok-ish without him. There was plenty of things to keep her busy, she still had the whole yard and fence to recover, and a job to find, didn't she? Which went about well as you think. Said fence was old and rusty and leaned in odd places, she had to REALLY put her back into it to push the awkward rusty poles into place, which left her pretty sore for the rest of the day. But the next day she stepped out to the smell of freshly cut grass and the sight of a tamed lawn and new white painted fence had taken it's place. When questioned he admitted to it, but only because she looked really hurt and tired trying to do it herself. It took a moment to explain to a confused talking cat that she REALLY DID appreciate his help but sometimes she WANTED to endorse the hard labor and he just tilted his head confused and blinked at her.

"I don't understand your human logistics. You could just as easily have me snap my fingers and everything you desire done will be finished in due time."

"It's not that! I mean it WOULD be nice to have everything fixed back up to the way it was, but humans, well most humans anyways, enjoy working for something. It makes us feel better getting it."....He cocked his head more and rose a brow obviously still confused and she face palmed, how does she explain this in a more simpler terms so a fairytale otherworldly cat would understand??...She looked back up at him dragging a hand down her face. "....OK! Lets go with one example. Uh...Um...Y-You know the story of Cinderella right?"

"Absolutely! Her glass slippers are still passed down in her family! Her great great niece looks so nice in them."

She rose a brow but shook her head and held up her hands. "Ok! Well you know how her fairy godmother granted her wish of going to the ball and meeting her future husband?" He nodded his head, of course he knew that. "Ok. Well you know why the fairy godmother did that right? It's because Cinderella worked hard everyday of her life and made an effort to be kind all the time, which with a step family like hers, it must've been hard. It's the same with most humans. Getting everything just handed to us on a silver platter without having to work for it just seems wrong, like there was no real effort to put into it to actually earn it. It's not about getting it done fast, it's just about that feeling of earning something." She pointed to herself. "I want to fix up the house and while I appreciate your attempts, and not in anyway discrediting you for what you've already done for me or for wanting to help, I want to be able to stand on my own two feet and show I can fix up the whole place."

He stood(Floated in the air-) and stared at her as she explained to him her feelings on the matter and hummed after a few seconds of it being done. "So....In order for humans to in their opinion earn something and be worthy of it they must work hard for it?"

She smiled and nodded. "Now you're getting it! After all an easy reward wouldn't be very good." She wracked her mind for another example. "Uh...Like let's say a princess has a whole bunch of suitors, and then she gets kidnapped by a dragon, and then a knight finds her, defeats the dragon, and worked very hard to rescue her. Wouldn't that make the knight more worthy to marry her than all the others?"

He looked at her thoughtfully, before nodding with a smile. ''Now that you mention it, it does seem you humans have more noble qualities than I thought.~"

She chuckled. "Now you get it. Besides wouldn't it get a bit annoying if everyone just asks you to use your magic to fix all their problems?"

He hummed, "I never thought of it like that before. Yes. I suppose it would get very annoying, I have other things to do with my magic than play life savior all the time."

"There you go! Now you're getting it! You can still help if you want to and I won't make you, but leave some stuff for me to do. Ok?"

He nodded and now that they had a better understanding she had less surprises. In fact she was made to make her own meals now, which she didn't mind cuz y'know independence in all, but now she could also show Chesire some of the recipes she picked up. He never even heard of a lemon marange pie until she made it for him and he puckered from the lemon flavor. Understandable. Not everyone enjoyed lemon, but things got a bit confusion when she tried to make pineapple upside down cake. She made it all the way and turned her back away from it for a second when she turned back and almost had a heart attack from Chesire using his magic to hold in place upside-down.

"What are you doing?!"

"Helping you with the recipe. I don't think you'll be able to make it stay upside down on your own will you?"

"T-That's not...Wait." She blinked. "Your Upside down cakes are ACTUALLY upside down?"

"Of course they are! It wouldn't make sense for it NOT to be. What's the point of having an upside-down cake if it's not made properly?"

"Huh. You'll have to show me your world sometime."

"Really?!" His tone radiated excitement as that idea was thrown at him and he giggled. "What a splendidly marvelous idea!! You could take my portal but...perhaps it would be better if not. There is dangers still left to be undangered."

"What do you mean?"

''Hopefully you'll never find out. Now let's cut this open! Im starving so to speak."

She let that one slide since no real harm was done. But he was still asking a few questions about her world that still didn't make much sense to her but it seemed he was used to different forms of things which was all but fine. The real things she was concerned with was the restoration of the garden and repainting the house. She didn't know if the roof was ok after all this time, but she guessed she was finally gonna find out wasn't she? She had been working on the back of the house for a few days now. As well as one could with old rusty garden tools and a small cat who found more fun in playing with the tossed weeds than helping her, but she didn't ask for his help and like before he was being more considerate in wanting to let her do her thing. She wasn't sure how many times she fell down on her behind trying to pull weeds out or tripped over another giant root in her granny's old flower bed. But all of that was put on hold when the first giant black storm clouds appeared and thunder gave out a warning of what was to come. Which came in the form of rain just a few seconds after. Chesire bristled and gave a startled meow as he jumped into her arms, and she ran like a bear chasing bees back into the safety of the house. Barging in just in time as the speed was starting to pick up the pace and rain down harder. Which left them now in this situation. Curled up on the couch, warm fuzzy blanket around her shoulder, and a purring magical cat curled up in her lap. And phone in hand. Her unlimited data plan was great for unlimited internet, though it was a little glitchy. One of the better things she did in her life. Might as well search for a job. I mean. She didn't have a car, and she couldn't just walk all the way to and from town everyday...And she already felt guilty for everything Chesire already done. If she found an online job then that meant she didn't have to walk all that way and could save up for a car and maybe get a job in the nearest town or something. After a while of surfing the web, a blue head popped back up and smiled at the strange blue screen.

"And what is this I wonder?"

"Hm?" She blinked and looked at him as he stared at the phone. "Oh. It's my phone. Im trying to find an online job but so far no luck. If my luck runs out I'll just try to open art commissions I guess."

....He blinked. "A...'phone'? What is that?"

"Oh, well it's a..Uh.." How do you explain to fairytale cat what a electronic phone is?....Maybe she should use another fairytale reference as an example? "Well...You know how magic mirrors or crystal balls show us stuff like other people and answer questions? L-Like the mirror in the Snow White story? You know how she would ask it every day 'Who's the fairest in the land?'''

"OH! So you have a small hand held magical mirror!"

She shrugged. "Sort of. It lets me talk to people, watch things, see fair away places, answer questions-"

"So it's more of a fortune teller's ball?" He nodded with a thoughtful look. "I understand now. I know of a great fortune teller where I am from! The descendent of the oh so wise Mr. Caterpillar!"

"That's one way of putting it."

That was probably the best she was ever going to get to explaining what a phone was to him- A flash of lightning flashed outside lit up the entire room along with a roar of thunder that shook the glass of the windows. Chesire bristled more and leaned back further into her blankets shielding the two from the cold air. She comfortly reached out to pat the poor slightly shaking fellows back and sighed. She didn't blame him for being scared of rain. After all she wasn't enjoying this anymore than him....Then she got an idea. She smiled and tapped the top of his head to get him to look up at her.

"Hey. You like tea right? How about I go make you a cup?"

He blinked slightly surprised up at her. "Really? Y-You'd do that for me? In this dire time? ...Oh, no, no, no. I couldn't ask you to do that for me. I'll be fine."

Her brow rose. "It would be the least I could do for all the things you've done for me. Here." She gently put her arms around him, enough to lift him off the couch and picked him up just as she stood up.Blanket falling of Allison's shoulder as she turned back around and placed the small cat back to where she was sitting just a moment ago. He blinked as said fuzzy blankets was drapped the top of his head and around him. Almost like a swaddled baby. She straightened back up and glanced back down at him. "There! Now don't you go anywhere. It'll only take like ten minutes tops." She slipped her phone into her back pocket. "Besides. I know I could use a warm drink right now."

He chuckled. But it was short lived by another loud thunder that shook the windows again and Chesire gave a startled 'Mmmrowl' and ducked under the blanket turning into a shaking lump under it. But that's not what made her stop and pause. A loud clanking sound itself heard before stopping after a bit. What was that? ANother loud thunder sound shaking the windows another soft but loud metal tapping noise and she snapped her head in the direction the sound was coming from...Sure enough ANOTHER thunder clapping. Another shaking. AND ANOTHER METAL NOISE!

"H-Hey. Do you hear that?"

"Hear what?! I hear nothing but the sound of absolutely silence u-under here!"

Well he wasn't going to be much help was he? She rolled her eyes and looked- BOOM!! Another shaking. What was up with this giant storm!? Seriously?! And another tapping sound. This time DEFINATELY from her Granny's old meditation room. Raising a brow, she cautiously began slowly walking her way over there. The dimly lit room and rain outside wasn't helping her whole horror movie scenario running through her head as she got closer and closer. When she was finally in there...She saw nothing. Lightning lit up the entire room as ran still poured buckets outside. ....Then where was- Another thunder slammed the skies and shook the windows. Which also shook another thing. The giant mirror hanging on the wall tapped against it swaying violently and made the same tapping sound she had heard before. She gasped and ran to it. Not actually touching it when she got there but holding her arms out as if ready to catch this thing. It looked too big and heavy to lift by her tiny self, but it looked so freely hanging from the wall that it could fall and shatter into a million pieces at any moment. Which is what scared her.

Her head snapped over her shoulder. "Chesire!! The mirror's about to fall! Help me put it back into place will ya?!"

The shaking lump stopped shaking in an instant. All fear of ran and thunder and lightning pushed aside and that blue head snapped up and out of the blanket wide eyed. "THE MIRROR?! ALLISON, NO!!" He leapt from the couch and zoomed towards the tiny room. "WHATEVR YOU DO, DONT TOUCH THE MIRROR!!"

The rest of his warning was drowned out as thunder once again rang out and shook the house, this time there was no tapping as the mirror jumped off the nail and as she watched in horror as he fell on her, she thought she could hear Chesire shout 'Allison!!'. As it consumed her. A giant shattering of glass was heard as shiny shards spilt to the floor in the place the girl once stood, and shined when lightning struck the entrance way. A heavily breathing cat was floating there for a moment staring in absolute horror at the mess on the floor. He snapped two it. Little paws pushing around a few pieced before lifting up the mirror and still seeing no strawberry blonde woman. His paws went to clutch his head as the realization hit him harder than any lightning.

"By tea and biscuits...WHAT HAVE I DONE?!"

[spikesbimbo]

★ 5 stages of ‘love’

☆ makki x f!reader

☆ corruption, virgin!reader, somno, established relationship,unproctected sex, fingering, nipple play, mutual masturbation, oral (f & m receiving), throat fucking, voyerism (for like a sec)

☆ wc 6.5k

☆ a/n: this is a monster of a fic that i just wanted to be horny with but oh well, we got here. ★ for @seita corruption collab ★

18+ Minors DNI

Yeah you were a perv, but so was he.

Yes, a virgin one. But the way he was the only thing running through your mind as soon as you saw him, keeping you up late at after he called you an innocent pet name that you couldn't help but turn dirty as your clit was sore and aching by your own doing at the end of the night. The first man to ever catch your eye, to make you want him, putting on the same cherry lip gloss he was kissing off now just to get his attention on you.

The way his relaxed body was over your tense one, barely keeping his mind in check as his lips were stuck on yours, wanting to eat you up. Noses brushing while his hands didn't move from your waist. His fingers tracing circles into your skin, digging into your flesh the gentlest he could.

“Hir-” You tried to start, but your deep breath was snatched from your lips as his met yours once again, his scent lingering on you along with his hands not once leaving you.

Sliding his tongue forward into your mouth, meeting him tentatively as you let him take control, never feeling anything like kissing him. He was so intense and slow with the lighthearted look in his eyes; but you could feel the lust in his lips, the tension in his build as your own body went weak and pliant under him. But when his hands went under your skirt, fingers tracing the back of your panties, you froze.

“Hiro, wait.”

Stopping as he leaned back, anxiety rushing into you because you knew he must be hard, in fact you could feel it. But again, he was the first man to ever touch you, hold you, kiss you, make you feel some type of way.

Feeling burdensome that you always get him so worked up just for him to go take care of it himself in the bathroom while you sat there pawing with your clothes, waiting for him to come and tell you it was okay to be nervous to go further for the nth time.

His hand rubbing the side of your head while you sat in his lap chest to chest, chipped fingernails tracing his neck. The itch to please him was crawling under your skin, nerves pushed to the back as your hips moved slightly along his thigh. You wanted to be held in his arms and feel him grow hard again, wanting to be the best you could for him.

Arms wrapping loosely around you, just enough so you didn't fall from his lap, letting you do whatever you wanted to him. Feeling yourself grow wetter as your eyes looked up to his, grinding on his cock and sliding your tongue deeper into his mouth.

You were nothing but desperate at this point, full of want and need.

Wanting to know how his warm hands would feel like on your skin, already hot just from just his presence. Wanting to feel him without layers of clothing blocking you. Mumbling four words into his lips before you broke the kiss while looking up at him again. Spit still connecting you two until his hands cupped your face squishing your cheeks together, trying to control the pure eagerness in his body as you repeated yourself.

“You can touch me.” The room growing more silent as you whispered it out loud enough for him to hear.

His eyes widening in shock as a smirk surfaced on his face “Really? Like down there?”

“Stop saying it like that!” You said as you turned your head into his chest. “And yes...down there.”

Vision spinning as he quickly turned your back to his chest, his hands already spreading your legs as he dragged your shorts down. His fingers working their way down your sides, landing just below your stomach. Feeling his hot breath on your neck as they inched further down, thighs clenching around nothing. “H-hold on.” you whined.

Not listening in the slightest as you felt a light slap on your thighs after closing them. His touch being the only thing you felt, all your senses belong to him at the moment as his hands made there way down your panties.

“Wait.”

“Again? What this time pretty girl, hm?” Feigning annoyance, as he couldn't help but smile at your cute expression.

“Wanna take care of you too.” Leaning your cheek into his shoulder as your pretty fucked out pout has him going crazy, his cock growing harder than before as your lips were puckered out, all wet and glossy, eyes in a whole nother world.

“You know how?” He asked, his hands holding your face as he thumbed your cheek, swiping across your lips every time.

“Kinda?“

“ ‘Kinda’ my ass, baby. Porn is mostly fake, I guarantee you if you try to take it all you're gonna choke and die. Then what am I supposed to do, hm?”

“M’not gonna die… pinky promise.” Your grin growing along with his as your hands unbuckled his belt, leaning back on his arms, head tilted back, not wanting to look at you just yet or he'd swear he cum. Fingers excitingly trembling as you unzipped his pants, eyes landing on his bugle as your palm grasped it, hearing the prettiest noise leave his mouth as you looked up to him, his cheeks burning red as your confidence grew along with your impatience.

Pulling his briefs down as he groaned from the cold air hitting it. You don't know if it was your loved filled gaze, but his cock was the prettiest one you've ever seen. Thumb tracing his pretty pink tip covered in precum, using it as lube as you tried to remember how the videos went down that you watched last night.

Grabbing his shaft with your hand, looking up at him to see if you were doing it right, and by his hazed gaze you guessed it at least had to feel slightly good, stroking it up and down, eyes moving back and forth between his cock and his face.

“Yeah fuck, just like that baby.” Your ego rising as his eyes fluttered, replacing the nerves as you finally felt proud of yourself.

His eyes opening at a record speed as he felt your soft wet lips on his tip, drooling all over it as your tongue lapped over his slit, flicking back and forth.

“Jesus fucking christ, sweetheart!” He groaned out as his head got thrown back, his hand moving to rest on your neck, fingers stroking the back of, trying his best not to rut up into your mouth. “You wanna take it all, pretty girl? You gotta relax your throat for me baby, okay?

“Mhm,” You choked out, voice thick and scratchy. “Want you.”

“Gonna be a good girl and take all of my cock, hm?” Looking down as his thumb parted your lips, waiting till you took a deep breath before he slid back inside, pushing forward as slowly as he could until he hit the back of your mouth.

Trying your best not to gag as you gripped onto your thumb, remembering what you read online, but he pushed forward again until his cock slid into your throat.

The tightness making your eyes water as you reached up to wipe them, but he was already on it, thumb catching your tears as he cooed at for taking it so well.

“Yeah, fuck. You feel so good baby- fuck.... so fucking good.”

His grip tightening on your neck as he let out a groan of relief at the feeling. Thrusting himself into your mouth with a little more force, the sounds of your gags being music to his ears, fuck you were such an angel, letting him fuck his throat and use his mouth how he wanted.

He could feel his balls tensing up as the pressure built in his back while your pretty little mouth gagged around him again, the pulse of your throat had him so close to cumming, but his gentlemanly side took over as he remembered this was about you, not him.

“God damn baby hold on, you're gonna make me nut so fast if you keep that up.”

Pressing his lips into your forehead as he took your head off his cock, going back to stroking it while your greedy cum stained lips met his. Not even feeling his hands wonder on your body until they touched your clit. Keening at the feeling while you moaned into his mouth as you could feel his smirk. The only part of your body you could control was your hand, the rest going limp into his side, legs spread open as he whispered dirty praise into your ear while tracing lazy circles into your swollen nub.

A gasp leaving your mouth as his lips disconnected from yours and attached themselves to your nipple, not leaving it once as your back arched at his touch,your trembling hands finding their way into his hair to loosely hold him against your chest.

Internally cooing at how precious your little moans were, your blissed out face was the only thing he looked forward to. You were so sensitive and he knew it, from the moment he gave you your first kiss seeing that look in your eyes, he knew he was stuck with you for life.

He felt like he could spend all day just teasing you and working you up until he could read you like a book. Trying your best to be so patient with him even though you wanted to jump him as soon as his eyes met yours. No regret in his system that he loved watching you get so skittish under him until your pretty little eyes were red and swollen as he held your shaking body close.

He bit and tugged on the sensitive little bud in between his lips, pulling out a strained moan from you, eyes opening to your lips being held back and eyebrows pushed together. Looking like the prettiest thing he's ever laid his eyes on as he pressed soft kisses on them to ease the pain.

“Wanna cum, hiro... pl- please!”

Your hand wasn't even moving anymore, but your grip was still strong as he fucked himself into it while your moans grew more erratic, all his attention back on you as he wanted to see the pretty sight of you cumming and ingrain it in his memory.

Mind going in and out as your wet spit stained fingers were knuckle deep in your mouth and your panties somehow ended up on the tip of your feet and legs lifted in the air as his hand continued to abuse your cunt.

“Then cum baby, no one’s stopping you.”

Feeling his sloppy kisses on your neck down to your shoulders, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your body grinded onto his fingers. Sending you over the edge just enough to finally catch that wave of pleasure as it ran though your body, riding it out the whole way while he guided you through it.

Taking in every detail while he felt your hole twitch around nothing as you finally came, gushing onto his fingers, soft body clinging onto his throughout your whole orgasm. Lying In his arm, only hearing his praise go in one ear and out the other as your hand brushed against his crotch, seeing that he was still hard.

Weak fingers once again wrapping themselves around his shaft, letting out a groan before he helped you out. His hands wrapping around yours, aiding you as he used your hand like a human fleshlight, bouncing it up and down as it didn't take long for him to come close.

“Fuck-, I’m gonna cum, baby… where you want it?… “

Eyes fluttering open as you opened your mouth, tongue placed out as you let out a moan, letting him know. “There?…” He asked as he was already moving.

Standing up as he jacked off the remaining into your face, seeing his balls swing back and forth every time his hand came back, the way his veins were throbbing right now as his tip grew redder and redder.

“Fuck-”

Mouth opening eagerly as you wanted to make him cum too, and after a short moment you felt him release onto your face and mouth, still fisitng his cock as he laid the tip on your tongue. Reflexes making you close your eyes as you felt more come into your mouth.

Not closing your lips when he pulled out, wanting to show him what a good job you did as you waited for his praise. Locking eyes with him as he gave you what you wanted, finally having the chance to lick it up as it was spilling out of your mouth, the taste almost making you gag again but luckily he was too far gone to notice.

Both of your chests heaving and panting as he pulled you up against him, laying against the couch together while he rubbed your sides.

God, you were so good to him.

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Head heavy as you woke up in his bed alone, sleepy eyes opening seeing that he left for work hours ago, the clock reading 4:15PM in front of the wall of pictures he always took of you two, while you held onto his pillow that was just as soft and firm as him. Missing the way he held you, missing the way his arms wrapped around you as your head rested into his chest. Inhaling the smell of his cologne as your body moved in on its own, still stuck in your dazed daydream.

Whining under your breath while you turned to your side, moving his pillow between your legs as you slowly began rutting into its edge. The soft fabric feeling after you u found the right angle, using your time alone to get off to the thought of him fucking you, seeing it picture perfect with your head curled into your chest and eyes pressed shut.

The friction hitting your clit as you grinded down harder, soft noises falling from your dry mouth while the bed creaked beneath you. Your movement slowing down as your thighs got weaker, but you didn't stop chasing your high as you kept rutting against the pillow between your legs and burrowing your head into the fabric.

Trying to muffle your moans into the pillow, not working in the slightest as you could still hear the pitiful whimpers escape your mouth. Knuckles turning white as you grip grew tighter, stifling your small grunts before you let out a drawn out cry, scratchy eyes wetting the pillowcase, as it wasn’t enough, never enough.

Bringing your knees to your chest as your free arm locked them in place, fingers slipping into your cunt, trying their best to curl into that spot that he always could reach. Wrist growing sore and tired as it just felt good enough to keep going.

"ha-, hiro."

You're so god damn close, swearing you're about to go insane if you can't finish soon. You're so focused on your own hard to reach pleasure that you didn't notice his figure resting on the door frame, shock running though you at the sight of your boyfriend catching you lost in your fantasy.

“Need me baby?” His voice echoing across the now silent room, wet eyelashes fluttering open to see his half assed smirk.

Body freezing instantly, inevitably starving off your pathetic becoming of an orgasm. Whimpered tears being held back in your throat as he walked up to you.

“Could've just asked, princess.” He said, a tease lingering in his voice as his hand reached out for you.

“No... s’embarrassing.” you whined, curling up into yourself even more. Burning up at the thought of him seeing you get off on his pillow, knowing he'd keep this in the back of his head forever.

“It's embarrassing? For your boyfriend to take care of you? For you boyfriend to fuck you better than you ever could?”

“Stop!” You squealed face first into the pillow. His pillow, the same pillow that you were getting off on like a dog in heat until a few minutes ago.

“Stop what? My little baby can't do anything for themselves, can they?”

“Shut up, m’not gonna let you touch ever again.” Lies exaggerating through your teeth, shame resting on your shoulders that you wanted him just as bad, while your mind raced with the fact that he always took such good care of you, better than you ever could.

“I'm playing baby, I'm playing.” he quickly chuckled out, hands reaching for your ankles, trying to drag you back after you moved your body to the headboard, covering your body up with your arms.

“C’mon baby, lemme apologize, please?” A look of pure desperation on his face, eyes looking like a puppy who just got kicked while he was on his hands knees before you.

Heat rising to your face, not knowing how to respond. Dealing with his shit all the time, but sitting in front of him with your legs spread out made you wanna shrivel up and hide for once. “O-, okay.”.

Thighs trembling from earlier as he leaned into you, holding your weak legs in his arms, pausing to look at your uneasy face while he rubbed circles into your knees.

“I-, im gonna make a mess…” you mumbled out, whispering most of it. Wet thighs sliding uncomfortably against each other as your head still remained tucked into your shoulder, eyes clamped shut.

“Baby, look at me.” He said, finally catching your eyes from between your legs as he pushed them apart. “I do not give a fuck. Fuck the bed, fuck the mattress, and fuck whatever else, just keep those legs open for me like a good girl, okay?”

Nodding a choked out response while your senses were still overwhelmed from the arousal to the point where it hurt. Cunt aching to be touched as his eyes were distracted by your soft ass, hands gripping it between his fingers while you squirmed under him, seeing your little hole wet with slick as your thighs were as far open as they could be.

“Hiding that pretty little cunt from me-” He said as his thumbs spread your folds, getting enough courage to peek behind your hands covering your eyes. ”-should be a fucking crime.”

Fingers immediately closing again as soon as those words left his mouth, legs involuntary jerking while a whimper escaped your lips as he made himself comfortable between your thighs, feeling his hot breath blow on your clit.

“Such a crybaby, cant even have your cunt touched without being a mess.”

His fingers trailing down your stomach, making goosebumps rise as you were hungry with anticipation. Finally reaching the spot that needed it most, lightly tracing circles into your clit, too light enough to feel anything, being a tease as always. But your whine got cut off mid complaint as his lips replaced his hand, the soft feeling making your back arch as you felt him smirk into you.

Somehow ending up in the same position he caught you in, arms holding onto the back of your knees as he was propped up on his forearms. Face first in your cunt, pulling you open farther than before, gasping as his tongue licked your entrance pushing its way inside.

Before your mind could catch up, he slipped his middle finger into you, thrusting it faster and rougher, your moans falling out uncontrollably as your lips were held between your teeth. Hands reaching for his hair, fingers running through it as your grip didn't budge him.

“I-I’m gonna cum… hiro ple-, m’gonna, please ngh… please…”

He curled his finger, hitting that spot deep inside of you making your eyes squeeze shut. Vision going black as his pace didn't stop, hitting it repeatedly while his lips remained on your clit, quickly bringing you over the edge as you let out a silent scream. Body tensing in his hold as you came. Back arching and your head tilting back as a rush of cum sprayed between you two, pulling back while your body went lax.

Seeing his chin shiny and wet as your eyes finally opened again, his hands grabbing your wrists before you could hide again, tugging you against his chest while bringing his cum soaked lips to yours as you easily gave way, too fucked out to resist.

“Damn.” He said taking the drenched sheets that drowned him also. Feeling the spit, cum, and drool lingering on every part of both of your bodies. “Can you do that again?”

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Yeah, you were definitely a perv. Waking up to your boyfriend rutting his cock against your ass, no shame at all in your chest at the fact that you were enjoying this, enjoying ‘sleeping over’ at his place just for this.

Pulling your back closer to him while his hands rested on your sides, taking in the softness of your skin. Curling into you like a baby, and you can’t help but lean into him more. Pressing kisses into the back of your neck, one kiss tuning into many more, working his mouth down to your shoulder until he cant go anymore.

His teeth tracing your skin leaving a burn down your spine, feeling his cock throb as he cradled you into his arms further, resting skin tight against your ass. Rubbing it against your ass, groaning as it wasnt enough, his hands gripping your thighs as he worked to fix it.

Spreading them open as he tugged his boxers down enough to let his cock free while lifting your thigh up to let him slide in, a long groan being let out as he felt the fabric of your cotton panites touch his tip. The friction almost making him cum then and there.

Working his dick right between your thighs. Huffing out like he didn't care if he woke you up, hands gripping your hips tighter as you felt his head bury itself into the top of your back, growing wetter as you felt his sloppy half assed kisses all over your body.

You were so pretty, so soft and sweet, looking like an angel all the time. Letting him rest on you was like a blessing to him. Inhaling your scent as he couldn't wrap his head around the fact that he had you.

“God, I fucking love you.”

Your body freezing at the words that just left his mouth, thankful that you weren’t facing him or he'd see the embarrassing look you face on your face right now. Only hearing your heartbeat and not the borderline annoying grunts that he was making at -- 3:37 in the morning.

But it was still cute to you, still making your heart flutter as you tilted your jaw back, looking him in the eyes on some spiderman and mary jane shit. “Yeah?”

His shocked expression fading as you reached your arm around him and grabbed onto his neck, dragging his head into yours. “Well I fucking love you too.”

“God dammit baby you can't just say that….m’gonna cum.”

Your giggle getting cut off as you felt it, felt his cock throbbing between your thighs. White panties see through now as his thick cock slid through your folds, tip hitting your clit with each stroke, feeling so soft and tight between your thighs that he couldn't stop his hips.

“So fucking good,” he groan edout to no one but himself, his hands cupping your ass, flesh in bwteen his fingers as your thighs close sound his cock. “baby fuck... I’m-…”

His raspy voice setting you off, sounding too pretty as he was lost in his own pleasure. His free hand moving under your, his, sweater. Fingers pinching your nipple, rubbing it back and forth, flicking it while you shuddered under him, missing the fucked out grin he had behind you as your face was buried in the sheets.

Taking almost no time for him to cum, letting out the most needy whine as his orgasm hit pulling back instantly as he shivered from the overstimulation. The mess of slick and cum on your thighs was nothing in comparison to him. Tear staines down his face, the messy while stuck to his sweaty forehead, turning around to see his swollen lips and tired face. Inching towards him as you just wanted to go back to sleep as he hissed when your thigh brushes against his cock, still too sensitive

Wiping sweat off of his face, as kissed the nape of your neck “Morning, sweetheart .”

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Your top thrown somewhere across his room while your bra was loosely hanging onto your shoulders. Biting your bottom lip while his hand held onto the top of your hips, his fingers curling into your walls as they rested under your panites.

The movie still playing in the background while the bowl of popcorn was knocked onto the floor, it being the last thing on either one of your minds.

Grinding on whatever you could as his lips pressed sloppy kisses onto your cunt while his hands came back to your body after turning off his phone, muting it from the spam texts that his friends were blowing him up with.

Shivering as his fingers ghosted down your sides, your bra sliding down with them.

“Lemme take care of you, yeah?" He whispered into your shoulder, lips lingering as his other hand abandoned your hips in favor of playing with your tits, squeezing the flesh in between his fingers as his fingers pinched your nipple.

Hooking his fingers into the band of your shorts and pulling them off, your uncomfortably wet panties sliding down with them.

The colder air making your curl up into yourself, but he’s learned you in and out by now. Already grasping your thighs in his palms and turning you towards him again slowly. Hearing his low groans the sight before him of your body sliding across the sheets. His warm hands growing clammy the longer they remained on your body.

“Fuck. You're so hot.”

“I-, uh thanks...”

“No, baby.” He chuckled out, the tension fading as you saw his teeth shining through his pretty smile. “Like physically, temperature wise.”

His smirk coming through as he pulled you back enough to where he was able to rest in between your legs once again, feeling his bulge rest between your thighs, his hands wandering over your tummy and thighs. Not being able to stop like it was an itch, rutting his clothed cock deeper into you.

Leaning back before he'd embarrassed himself by cumming in pants, rushing to slide down his briefs. Them landing besides his pants that somehow came off earlier.

His cock springing free, seeing his pretty pink tip again, but this time it was more red, looking angry and swollen. Getting a short time to lewdly admire his body like a perv, eyes glancing from his abs to his chest before he snapped you out of your trance.

“Ah-” Letting out an exasperated sigh while tilting your head back against the pillows, nudging it into your shoulder as you feel his cock start to grind on you.

Loving the feeling of his weight on you, but you were also itching for him, for him to be inside of you, for him to leave you trembling more than he ever has.

“It feel good, baby?” He muttered, thumbs spreading your folds as his middle finger found your clit. Giving you a reassuring kiss on your cheek. “I know you can’t lie to me sweetheart, you're already such a mess for me.”

“Ye-, yeah.” Legs automatically spreading wider, inviting him in. Your breath restless in anticipation, seeing though your lash line the corners of his lips turning up into a, light smug smile.

“Yeah? My sweet girl… s’cause I got you so wet for me. Dripping all over the place baby, how am I gonna clean it up, hm?” His tone laced with fake disappointment while a half assed pout rested on his face.

“s-sorry” you mumbled into your wrist, hiding your face. Emotions still high as he heard the way you voice trembled, remembering that you were in such a vulnerable state for the first time in your life.

“i-, oh fuck baby. You don’t have anything to be sorry about, kay? I know, I know…I’m such a meanie, aren’t I?

“Yeah..” you echoed. “ A meanie.”

“But your mean bad boyfriend always takes care of you, doesn’t he?” He softly cooed as his fingers traced your cheeks

“C’mere.” He says while he’s already doing the work for you, hands resting under your arms as he pulls you up. Letting you sit on your elbows as he grabs your arms, bringing them up to his body.

Hands resting on his chest as his gaze turns gentle and soft, eyes filled with adoration as they take their time roaming over your body.

“Here” he says as he drags your hands around his neck, bringing your body close to his, chest to chest as you feel his heart racing as you're sure he can feel yours too. “Hold onto me.”

Nuzzling your cheek into the dip of his neck while one of his hands holds you tight while the other firmly trails its way down your spine. Shivering happily, while his lips press a kiss onto the top of your head, not being able but to help let out a soft little moan at the intimate feeling. So close and tight, feeling so loved and adored.

“You sure about this, sweetheart?

His hands holding the small of your back, and as he pulls away you feel your heart beat loud and heavy, breath trying it’s best not to tremble as it leaves your mouth.

“Yeah, want you.”

He can’t believe that your his, eyes never leaving you as he always realizes that he has your beautiful self all to him, and no one else. Seeing your glossy eyes full of need below him, pouty lips demanding to be kissed, opening only for him.

“…need you.”

There was a streak of quietness before his eyes closed and let out a soft, 'fuck'. Swearing you could feel him grow even harder as his body shook, hands tightening around your ass.

Laying you down onto the soft bedding, stroking your cheek as he leaned down the rest of the way until you can feel him brushing between your legs, dragging his tip between your folds.

“Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.” He said grabbing your attention on him.

“it’s gonna hurt, okay?” He said, as his eyes locked with yours, seeing them contort as he started pushing his cock slowly in, your cunt instantly squeezing his tip, squeezing it just right.

“You gotta relax, baby” He groaned into your ear, pressing another hushed kiss onto the side of your head.

“cant.”

“You okay?” He asked. Your little hushed whimper hurting his heart.

“H-hurts.” You said clenching your jaw to try and stifle it.

“Shh, s’okay.” He cooed, thumbing your tears away before they even fell. “You know I got you, right?”

All 10 fingers gripping onto his hair matching his cheeks, while his gaze was the most intense you ever seen it. “-Yeah.” You mumbled, arms tightly wrapped around him, clinging onto him like the baby he said you were. “You got me.”

Eyes widening before they closed tight while he began to go deeper, keeping your gazes locked as he finally took what the both of you wanted the most. His breathing halted, mouth opened wide as your walls held him until he was balls deep inside you.

Praise leaving his lips as he remained still, trying his best to not cum and regain his senses. The feeling of him stretching you out burned, but you liked it. The painful feeling slowly growing number. A surprised shriek leaving your lips as his fingers found your clit.

“Oh? There's my good girl.” His light voice helping as he eased the rest of him inside you, rubbing your clit as your pussy fluttered around his length, finally feeling you relax around him. “Wanna hear you make more of those pretty sounds, can you do that for me?”

Nodding while your nails dug into his forearms. Working himself fully inside you, his thumb still resting on your clit as your now limp wrists wrapped around his waist, landing on his lower back. Nails digging into the top of his ass making his head get thrown back, eyes opening to see the most alluring mess before him.

“Fuck baby…you look so pretty all spread out on my cock.”

He grunted when your cunt clamped down on him as the vulgar words left his mouth, just thumbing your clit until you let him know it was okay for him to finally fuck you.

When he was given the okay, he felt his balls swell up. Whiny pants already leaving his mouth. The feeling of your cunt squeezing around him, barely giving him any room to budge, while you were dripping down his balls was going to be ingrained in his mind forever.

Nothing in his life would ever top this, nothing would ever compare to his pretty, beautiful, sweet girlfriend and her little cunt practically begging him to fuck her.

Your body already overwhelmed from the feeling of having him inside you. Reaching up, grabbing the base of his neck with your trembling hands to pull him in for another kiss.

“My pretty girl.” He said against your lips. “So sensitive. You like when Iike play with you, don't you?”

The tease is his voice remained, even though he was going through it as much as you. His hips meeting yours making you gasp. His thrusts growing faster, easily finding that hidden spot he tortured so many times before, cries of pleasure slipping past your broken lips.

The sound of his skin meeting yours filled the space, pulling away from his lips to let out a long, drawn out sob. “Yeah, love it hiro… love you.”

Burying your face in his neck, sweat beading on your forehead, the sticky feeling pooling onto both your bodies,. But all you could think about was the feeling of his cock stuffing you so full.

“Fuck, baby. You really know how to get me going don't you?” Trying to play off the blush on his face as you let out a tiny laugh, happy that he could at least make you more comfortable.

“You're mine right, baby?”

You body was so sensitive to his touch, easily making you fall apart in his hands. Never experiencing any of this before, feeling so overwhelmed in every way possible. And just like you were a perv, so was he. Getting unashamedly excited that he was the one to claim you, to mold you to his cock, to make sure no one but him could ever get you off.

Your soft sweet voice sounding so complaint under him. Draping your arms around his neck, lips ghosting over his. “Yeah, m’yours.”

“Fuck.”

“You’re so-. He loudly moans, knowing it would be obnoxious if he wasn’t in between your legs right now. His groans growing spractic as he gets rougher.

“Baby, you’re such a good girl. Letting me fuck you like this…fuck, you’re so perfect, so fucking perfect.”

"Letting me ruin your little cunt? Gonna make sure I’m the only one you’ll ever think of, the only one who can take care of you.” He said, his lips flicking upwards when you felt yourself getting wetter around him. “You like that? Already my dirty little girl, aren't you baby?"

A slight whine leaving his red swollen lips as you sigh and pant, your hips moving into his thrusts. And he keeps touching your clit and that spot inside you, his other hand gripping onto your tummy, drifting higher and higher until he’s touching your tits, both of his arms now holding you against his body.

“You gonna cum, baby? Already?" He asked, his hand covering the back of your neck to bring you back to his mouth. You hastily nodded, nearly sobbing out if his lips weren’t biting yours.

"Yeah?" He raspily groaned, as he felt himself growing closer too. Back arching while your hand gripped onto the sheets, eyes rolling to the back of your head, showing off your pretty expression. "You gonna cum for me? Gonna make another mess for me?”

His words set you off, clinging to him and whimpering out his name. Body shaking as he held your hand, tightly gripping his. Looking so vulnerable, precious little tears slipping out your eyes.

The head of his cock nudging against your g spot, his thumb on your clit, his other hand grabbing onto your tits, and you feel him pushing himself further inside you.

Body tending while your fingers dig into his thigh, breath coming out in sharp bursts as your walls pulse around his cock, moans pouring from your lips as he watched in awe.

“Hold on baby I gotta pull out.”

“no-”

Your fucked out little face had him second guessing himself, almost listening to your pleas. “Sweetheart, fuck.”

His own orgasm snuck up on him and before your high even calmed down, he barely pulled out and came out onto your stomach, some landing on the blankets. Feeling so hot and sticky, just like your skin, yours and his mess pooling under your thighs. Taking a deep breath, laying down limp as you watched stoke himself until he was dry.

“Damn. Hold on baby, gimme a second.”

Collapsing into your soft chest, his skin burning up as your fingers weakly ran through his hair. Flipping you over after he caught his breath, a big stupid grin on his face as he looked at your pretty body slump in his arms, wiping the sweat of your forehead, kissing each inch of skin he could.

“What’s wrong baby, hm?” He asked hearing you whine, shoving yourself into chest. “You gotta tell me or I can’t fix it.”

His cocky smirk appearing once again as he could clearly hear the words you mumbled into his skin. All because he didn’t have any condoms on him, and never being able to say no to you wanting him. Not knowing it would lead to this. Rubbing the back of your head as he leaned down into your ear.

“Well… there’s always next time pretty girl.”

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Hi! If you do tommyinnit x reader (romantic), I would like one where reader is tubbo's sister perhaps? She would have the feature reader has still not tubbos. Maybe they meet when tubbo and tommy meet up and he just kinda starts to like her? If not that's ok! -paw <3

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Requested!

Romantic(?)

Tommyinnit x Tubbo's sister!reader (blurb?)

⚠︎ its tommy so it'll be slight swearing-

It wasn't a secret that Tubbo had siblings, he had Lani of course, but what people didn't know that he had another sister closer to his age.

You tended to stay out of the spotlight, for reasons. Streaming was interesting but not your fortè. You usually tended to stay behind the camera when Tubbo was streaming or off to the side quietly talking to him as he did his own lore or sitting on Lani's bed doing your own thing listening to her talking to her viewers.

Your siblings never tried to convince you to go out of your comfort zone and appear on streams, only once in a blue moon you would talk to Lani out of frame. Lani of course would respond, the chat would freak out asking if you were a friend, finally the moment was gone as fast as it came.

Thats how days go in their household. Tending to hover around eachother and whatever they were doing at the moment. But it was this one particular moment when Tubbo was streaming and he suddenly decided to bring you on to show his 700k viewers that he had another sister.

He had pulled up a brown folding chair next to him and patted it beckoning you to sit down in frame.

Tubbo was currently streaming on the Dream SMP, you didnt think he was doing lore today so you hesitated a little bit. Other days you wouldn't have budged out of your spot out of sight, but he looked so excited in his yellow jumper you had bought for him whe going to out to the shops.

In a unrelated note You remember saying that "yellow is your color" and he ended up buying it, and his stans loved the jumper. So a win win.

"C'mon Y/N!" He yelled as continued to pat the folding chair next to him.

You ended up shuffling over to the seat next to him and smiling at the camera. Over in the corner of your eye you saw the chat which was going 1 million miles an hour. You saw some comments that were basically copypastas of other comments in the chat. It was basically nonsense, now the only thought in your mind is that you're going to make an uproar on twitter.

"This is my sister chat!" Tubbo said while shaking you around by the shoulders making the both of you laugh.

"Yes chat! I have more siblings" he continued while rocking back and forth in his gamer chair.

He continued to answer more questions and ask you some too, wanting to include you in the stream.

"Lani isn't the only one! My big sister is just shy."

"I just chose not to be on their streams! I was in the background of Lani's streams though."

"Out of frame. Dosent count." Tubbo said bluntly while still walking around SnowChester in the Dream Smp not looking your way.

You could still see the chat in the corner and you couldnt tear your eyes off of it. It was slight glare from the lights and the sun shining in his gaming room. He always had the lights bright in his room. The chat was spamming purple hearts and either still freaking out that Tubbo had a sister. It was getting old to you, so you decided to lean into Tubbo's space focusing on his screen as he quickly hopped around the map.

He continued talking to chat about anything else, but your presence. He continued to talk about gathering supplies and what he needed to bring back to SnowChester. You knew a lot about the Dream Smp lore because you weren't in it. Spending time on Twitter interacting with people and their theories and also making theories and showing them to Tubbo and him debunking them, or accepting them in some way.

"So we need some more lapis." Tubbo said suddenly after being quiet for a while.

"I can help you!" You said wanting to be apart of the stream.

You might as well, you're already here.

"I dont think you can help, 'cause you're not on your account. Plus it'll be awkward with your laptop." Tubbo said while speeding through his water transportation system.

"Well I can just point it out to you." You said while leaning back into your seat.

"Talk to the chat while I go mine for lapis."

"Fine then." You smirked as you turned your attention to the speeding words in the chat.

"Is there a slow mode on this?!" You laughed.

Tubbo laughed as well. "This is on slow mode!"

You both screamed in fake agony and then turned your attention back to the chat where the you caught a few questions. You were about to answer until the chat stopped for a quick second and you saw one comment out of all for a quick second.

✔tommyinnit: HI TUBBO'S SISTER IM TOMMY LETS MAKE A VIDEO TOGETHER

After that comment the whole chatt was just spamming the word 'TOMMY' or 'TOMMY IS IN CHAT'. That confused you even more than that comment.

When you did know about the Dream Smp you also knew a little bit about who Tubbo hangs out with. You knew about the time Tubbo had met up with Wilbur Soot, Philza, and Tommy. And that prompted you to look up their individual accounts and get into their content.

You knew about Tommy and his character and channel, you enjoyed his content a lot as well, but you wanted to play around a little bit. Hopefully Tubbo will play along.

"Why is the chat spamming Tommy?"

"Tommy? You know Tommy don't you?" Tubbo asked with a small bit of shock in his voice.

"No I dont, who's Tommy?" You asked again, acting oblivious.

"Oh. Oh well then, Tommy is like my best friend, we're actually meeting up soon!" Tubbo said with excitement.

He continued. "You hear that chat! You get Tommy and Tubbo content!

You had lost interest in Tubbo talking with his chat about hanging out in Brighton with Tommy again. Your eyes drifted towards the chat again and saw Tommy comment in the chat again.

✔tommyinnit: HOW DARE YOU NOT KNOW WHO I AM

✔tommyinnit: I WILL NOT MAKE A VIDEO WITH YOU ANYMORE

"Well Tommy I dont have an account so, sorry I cant get you views whoever you are." You said responding to Tommy with a smirk.

"Woke up and chose violence huh?" Tubbo laughed and you joined in as well.

"Tommy chose violence today too."

"You both are violent you will be nice together." Tubbo said with his focus still in his screen.

"Together?!" You exclaimed.

"Yeah together!" Tubbo said matching your energy.

You rolled you eyes and continued answering other comments instead of thinking about Tubbo's answer.

After that whole, incredibly longer than you thought, stream Tubbo decides to invite you along to their little meeting. Which you didnt know how you found yourself walking along Brighton's rocky shore in old Crocs. You were walking along the shoreline letting the cold water come up and hit your feet every so often.

He was waiting for Tommy at the moment, but you wanted to walk for a bit, he let you ho on by yourself while he waited for Tommy by himself.

You were quite a long way from where Tubbo seated himself on the rocks, you were doing your own thing looking at people who stared back at you for temporarily blocking their line of view of the shore, and little kids who decide to run away from their parents who weren't paying attention. Your peaceful walk got interrupted by your thoughts because you were quite a long way from Tubbo's resting place.

You started to head back, following back the way you came, but this time picking up the pace a bit to reach your destination. As you came upon Tubbo you saw a taller figure approach Tubbo and they seemed to greet eachother, it was hard to see where you were standing. Of course it was Tommy so the two of them started talking about who knows what, until Tubbo pointed your way.

As you kept walking, Tubbo continued to wave you over enthusiastically. You waved back with the same energy, finally making your way over to the both of them.

"What's up?" You asked the two of them with a smirk.

"Nothing much! Apparently you two haven't met before! So Tommy this is Y/N! Y/N thjs is Tommy!" Tubbo user hand gestures to introduce eachother.

You held your hand for Tommy to shake it, "Hey Tommy! Im a big fan."

"Big fan?! I thought you said you didn't know me?" Tommy exclaimed.

He was a lot less shouty in real life, than online. He was still loud, but to a lesser extent.

"Yeah I lied back then." You sent him a huge grin.

Tommy scoffed and groaned a little, "I cant belive you fuckers lied to me."

"Im actually a big fan. Well not big, but a fan at least." You laughed.

Apparently you and Tommy were the only ones standing while Tubbo typed on his phone while sitting back on the rocks not paying attention and letting you both talk amongst yourselves.

"Oh! That's an honor that Tubbo's big sister like my videos." Tommy's eyes widened slightly as he talked to you.

"Big sister only by 1 year! It's close!" Tubbo complanied, looking up from his phone.

"It still count big man." Tommy said to his friend.

"Thanks Tommy!" You thanked the tall man standing next to you.

"It's only a year! It dosent count! We're the same age!" Your brother continued to complain.

After the laughter and joking around calmed down you and Tommy stood there awkwardly until he spoke up again.

"Well good thing I know what I have to deal with. I cant deal with one of you, now I have to deal with two." Tommy joked around taking a seat next to Tubbo.

The exact moment when Tommy took a seat next to Tubbo, Tubbo shot up from his spot on the ground.

"Do you think we can do Uber Eats here?" Tubbo asked as he stood up.

You say down next to Tommy. "Yeah maybe if you go to a certain place and not say "the beach".

"I'll go to the pizza place and order there. What do you both want?" Tubbo asked, ready to put in any order.

"Just get McDonald's really." You sighed leaning back on the rocks.

"Im not hungry." Tommy said bluntly.

Tubbo nodded and walked away from you both leaving you two to sit in silence for a while with the small waves crashing, and kids having their own fun. It was a comfortable silence to you, but Tommy kept figeting over where he sat criss-crossed.

Tommy finally spoke up. "Im actually fucking starving ya know?

"No I don't! You should've asked for food!" You laughed in disbelief.

Tommy sighed. "Do you want to get some food and ditch Tubbo for now?"

Your eyes widened, not opposed to the idea, but was this his plan the whole time?

He continued on, "We could go sit at that pizza place and order some food there. Just the two of us until Tubbo freaks out."

You opened your mouth to protest leaving your brother in the dark, but he beat you to it.

"Dont worry about Tubbo! Stuff rolls off his back easy."

"No it dosent-"

"Yeah it does! You wanna just go out with me now?!" Tommy exclaimed.

"Are you getting annoyed?" You asked amused at his words.

"No I am not I just-"

"Yeah I want to go to the pizza place now. I would love to Tommyinnit." You smiled at him and he smiled back.

Both of you got up and made your way over to that small pizza diner close to the beach. You only could hope this goes as well as you wanted it to

[sillyrabbit81]

The Instructor Part 2

Summary: You and Agent Walker meet again

Pairing: August Walker x Female Reader

Word Count: approx 2.4k

Warnings: angst, smut, dubious consent, unprotected sex (p in v), fingering

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Part 1 Part 3

The Instructor Part 2

A month came and went.

Then six weeks.

Seven.

Eight.

Then you stopped counting.

You felt used, and grew angry. The submissive part of your nature had been taken advantage of and you swore it wouldn’t happen again. Never again would you allow your desires to be seen by any man, let alone by Agent Walker. You collect your memories of him, gather them into a box, seal it tight and bury it in the darkest corner of your mind. You don’t even bring it out on lonely nights anymore, it hurts too much.

You focus on work and fall into your new routine: wake up, work out, work late, eat take out, sleep, repeat. The days soon melted into one, weekends forgotten as the routine is the same as weekdays. Your work was repetitive and uninspiring. You were a junior Agent after all. You knew to expect a few years of grunt work before anything meaningful. You kept your head down and did what you had to do, hoping your diligence paid off and the higher ups noticed.

Despite your hard work, you were surprised when you were called into your boss’s office for a new assignment. She tells you that an opening came up on a surveillance team in the field focussed on a group of foreign nationals. She told you strictly that there would be no interaction with the group, surveillance only. You agree to the new posting, thankful for the break in monotony and chance to develop your skills.

“Just a moment, here is the lead Agent now.” She says.

You turn as the door opens and Agent Walker strolls in, his clipped yet casual gait doesn’t falter as he notices you. A lump rises in your throat as you see him for the first time in months. You don’t know how to feel, but your body reacts. With a pounding heart and clenching stomach, you keep your features smooth as possible, allowing the smallest hint of a smile to widen your lips. An appropriate response to seeing your old instructor, nothing more, nothing less. His eyes flicker with recognition, his small smile and nod was just as appropriate. He says to your boss, “Is this the addition to the team?”

“Do you two know each other?”

You don’t deny it. You’re not stupid enough to believe your boss doesn’t know every Agent you’ve ever interacted with so you say, “Of course, Agent Walker was one of my instructors at The Farm.” Boldly you continue speaking more for Walker’s benefit than your boss, “But I haven’t seen him in… what is it Agent? Four months?”

“Four and a half,” he replies, with a tilt of the head.

“Four and a half,” you repeat. Like bile rising in your throat, anger fills you and for a moment you know he sees it. Forcing the rising tide of fury down you say, “Well, time flies when you’re having fun.” You bare your teeth at him in what you hope your boss takes as a smile and Walker takes for the ‘fuck you’ it was. Walker narrows his eyes at you then turns his attention to your boss.

You discuss more details of the case and travel arrangements then you are dismissed. Leaving the two of them together you tidy your desk of personal belongings since you didn’t know when or if you would return and go home to prepare.

Once you are through the gates of Langley and no longer under direct video surveillance you start to shake. Seeing him again rocked you to your core you hoped you hadn’t given anything away with your comments. Was it a coincidence that you were promoted and put in his team or had he asked for you? Neither Walker or your boss had given anything away. No time to think about it now, you had packing to do and less than two hours to get to the airbase where you would be sent to DC for the job.

You showered quickly, resisting the urge to release some of the growing tension in your gut. You hadn’t touched yourself in months and you wouldn’t start now.

Trying to push thoughts of Agent Walker from your mind was a futile task. Instead you focussed on keeping your anger raw so you wouldn’t fall under his spell again. You had accepted that he wasn’t coming back. Did he have a knack for that? Only showing himself to you when you had moved on. You wouldn’t let him take you easily this time, this time he would not get satisfaction, not after what he had done. You shake your head, ‘this time’ you say, recognising the lies you tell yourself.

You start to get dressed when you hear a short rap on the door. Fuck, the car had arrived early. You pull a robe on as you answer the door, to let the driver know you’ll be a few more minutes.

Throwing the door wide, you’re greeted by Agent Walker, his face firm, furrowed brows looking you up and down. The collar of his dark woollen coat is pulled up, framing his face drawing your attention to his piercing stare. Frozen for a moment, you can do nothing but return his gaze. You’re a deer in headlights until he sucks his lower lip into his mouth and your body is propelled into action.

You slam the door closed, but he is quicker than you, a huge paw catching it and he forces his way into your apartment. You back away, but he kicks the door closed behind him and advances, with predatorily confident and rapid steps.

He catches your throat and brings you to him. He skin is rough with unshaven hair that is yet to grow soft. His lips are so smooth and warm, that you can’t help but melt into him. You hate him.

When he pulls away, he smiles at you almost sweetly and you can’t help the hand that flies on its own and makes a loud crack as it hits Walkers cheek.

You’re both stunned. Walker tongues his cheek and works his jaw a moment. “I hope you enjoyed that, pet. The first one is free, but the next one will come at a price.” He doesn’t seem angry, in fact his tone suggests amusement, which only fuels your rage.

“Get out,” you say. You try and keep your voice steady, but you know it warbled with fear as you looked into his eyes.

“No,” Walker says. He casually removes his coat folding it neatly and laying it over the back of your dining chair. He removes his scarf, placing it on top of his coat before he unbuttons his dark brown suit jacket and loosens his tie. You watch him, mind fixated on each of his careful movements. As if he were performing burlesque show, each minute act became a piece of seduction.

He sits in another chair and pats his lap, “Come, pet.” He calls to you in his gentle authoritative voice.

Before you can stop yourself, you take a step towards him. But then you notice his smirk, and you shrink away. You can’t speak but you shake your head as you retreat towards your bedroom.

Walker starts to look irritated and his voice gains a hard edge that both terrifies you and thrills you. “Come. Here,” he repeats. “I won’t say it again, pet.”

“Fuck you, Walker,” you spit out, your anger spilling from you, becoming a torrent as you wrestle within yourself.

He peers at you with his contemplating blue eyes. Then he sighs and moves before you can even register his actions. You turn, to run, but he is quicker and stronger. But more than that, his desire to have you is stronger than your desire to run.

His vice like arms trap you as he forces you against the wall, his body pressing into your back. “Why do you fight me, pet?” His voice rumbles into your ear. “I thought we had an understanding.”

Your tears came then, the rejection you felt was no longer able to be contained. That box of memories, buried for months smashes apart and so does your control. “You left me,” you sob. “You used me then left me.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, ashamed at how quickly you relented and told him anything. You laugh at yourself, why did you believe even for a second you could hide anything from him? The only man who saw into your very soul.

“I know, pet,” Walker drones, his lips caressing your ear as he does. “I can’t promise it won’t happen again.”

“I know,” you reply.

His hand is in your hair, smoothing the strands away from your face. His tender touch was unexpected but welcome. You feel soft kisses on your eye lids and you slowly stop crying. His tongue comes out, licking at your wet cheeks and you hear his breathing shudder as he laps up your pain.

You open your eyes, he growls as your shining eyes meet his. He plants a foot between your legs forcing them apart while he undoes his belt and pants and you hear them crumple to the floor. His hand tilts your hips back for him while the other pulls aside your underwear as he roughly explores your centre, coating his fingers in your arousal.

You hear a muttered, “Fuck,” as his finger enters you, circling your walls, stretching you before a second enters. “Fuck, pet. Have you touched yourself at all since I fucked you?”

Unsure of what he would think, you reply hesitantly, “No. You said I was yours.”

Walkers features soften as he says, “I knew you were a good girl.” Your whole body bursts into flames and your core clenches around his thick, thrashing fingers as you hear his whispered praise.

With precise and sudden movements, his fingers are withdrawn and his broad, leviathan cock bludgeons into you. Biting down on your lips to supress the cry growing in your throat you savour the feeling of being torn apart. Wasting no time, Walker moves with vicious, aggressive speed, wounding you with his thrusts, ripping apart your defences.

Pulling down your robe, he exposes your chest. His wanton hands knead your breasts as he uses them for leverage, his pounding never stops. You hear his breaths primal and raw as he assaults your neck with his mouth and teeth. He moves his depraved mouth to your shoulders sinking his teeth in deep. The pain feels like a caress when you are this close to the edge.

Walker turns you around, lifts your leg to his hip as he enters you again. His eyes are clinical as he studies your reaction. You feel boneless under his scrutiny and close your eyes again looking away. Walker grips your throat in his hand and uses his long fingers to push your cheek back in his direction.

“Open your eyes, pet,” he orders. “I know you’re close. I want to see your eyes when you call my name.”

The pressure builds deep within your gut as you keep your eyes glued to his. His breath, warm and minty with a hint of gin maybe, tickles at your cheek. You want to kiss him, taste him, feel his tongue invade you and devour you. You silently beg him to and as if hearing your thoughts, he slowly moves his mouth to yours. His eyes stay open as he flicks his tongue over your lips before taking your lower lip between his teeth.

Like a taut elastic, your core grows tighter and your knee gives out as the rush of warmth whips through your body. He lets go of your lip in time for you to shout “August!”

Your body pulses and your tightening muscles strain with contractions until you feel all the tension fall away. Like a rag doll you slump against him. But he isn’t finished with you.

Walker lifts your lulling head with a firm thumb under your chin, He continues his frenzied thrusts with a new vigour having succeeded in his task. He fucks your listless body, you’re too spent to move, and he doesn’t care. With a stuttering final thrust he pushes deep into you, clenching his teeth, whiskered lip raised in a snarl as he growls with his final throes.

He raised his hand to your face, his thumb laying a single burning caress down your tear stained cheek. “Go wash up, I’ll pack for you,” he says before pulling away and doing up his pants.

You shower again, consciously cleaning August’s seed spilling slowly from your ruined core. Each time you think you’re clean, you feel more leaking from you and you wash again. The bathroom door opens and August enters making a show of looking at his watch.

You sigh, and turn the shower off. His eyes inspect your body as he hands you a towel. He makes no effort to leave as he watches you towel off and you awkwardly squeeze past him as you make your way to your bedroom. He has laid an outfit on your bed, complete with underwear and shoes. Your gun is on your bed in its holster with spare clips by its side. You don’t say anything to him and dress in the clothes he chose and slipped your holster onto your belt, pocketing the spare clips.

Walker is waiting at the door with your overnight bag in his hand. You give the apartment a quick look over, making sure everything is turned off and sling your handbag over your shoulder. August opens the door for you, and as you slip past him his arm wraps around your waist and he kisses you.

The deep demanding kiss you wanted earlier was nothing compared to this, his lips were bruising and hard, but his tongue explored your mouth with a soft insistence. Your hands were free and for the first time, you touched him, laying a hesitant hand on his chest, and another on his neck. His skin felt hot under yours and testing his limits you slid your fingers into his hair and were rewarded with a barely audible groan.

Then he pulled his head away with a jerk and without looking at you said, “Go to the car. You’re making us late.”

Disappointed but not surprised you went to the car wondering where this assignment would take the two of you.

Part 3

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The Skirt

Pairings: background jaya Wordcount: 3700 Warnings: ask to tag Summary: Zane gets caught admiring a skirt at the store, but he knows the rules. Boys aren’t allowed to wear that stuff... right?

It’s a sweet, simple sort of thing, where it lays across the mannequins thighs. It’s a high waisted skirt in pale pink, long pleats that fold nicely. It’s paired with a tight white long sleeve shirt tucked in, and a gaudy hot-pink trench coat, and a pair of beige booties. The outfit is nice- the jacket a little much for his own personal taste, but cute in it’s own way. He glances down at his own hips and back up, imagining how the skirt would look against his skin. He reaches out and touches along the bottom of it, feeling the smooth fibers, wondering not-seriously if they had it in his size- not that he would buy it. Not that he should even be thinking about buying it, or how it might look on, or how it might feel-

Nya rounds the corner of the aisle he’d lost himself in.

Zane jumps away from the fabric as if it’d bitten him, nearly knocking over a rack of expensive sunglasses, a hot flush of shame crawling up his throat. He clenches his hands at his side and tries to play it off by switching focus to a pair of aviators with black frames. He can see Nya as she wanders up in the reflection from the lenses, looking between him and the mannequin’s outfit he’d been examining, an inquisitive tilt to her lips.

“Zane? Do you… like this?” She reaches up to smooth out the pleats of the skirt, ruffled by his own hands.

“No.” He answers right away, not giving an inch. He fumbles to pick up a pair of sunglasses just to be doing something with his hands, and doesn’t say anything more. He knows he’s tense, but he can’t help it.

“I don’t know. I think it’s kinda cute.” She hums.

It’s… a trap, or something. Zane can’t figure out how she's trying to box him in, and it’s making him anxious, “You should buy it if you like it.” He tries, setting the glasses back with firm hands, tracing the frames of another pair.

“I don’t think the pink would match my complexion,” there’s a pause, then she tries, “It would look really good on you-”

“I do not like it.” He cuts her off, lacing his voice with steel, shoulders hunching. He strides away from her without glancing back, he doesn’t want to see the look on her face, he doesn’t want to know if she was laughing at him. She’d laughed at him before, in his pink apron, and she'd called him cute then too.

Her voice had been filled with cruel edged mirth, “He’d looked so cute in it!” as he retreats from their food fight, an unfamiliar feeling he’s learned was embarrassment welling up in his chest, making his processor hot. He threw that stupid apron away. He announced his hatred towards pink over and over again. He didn’t need to lose all his progress with a moment of weakness.

He did not like how it felt when his friends laughed at him.

The others are trailing around the store at their own pace, and Zane is lucky only Nya caught him- and even then, he has plausible deniability. Except now she’s lingering around him, he can see her out of the corner of his eye, so he sticks strictly to the mens section- folding a pair of jeans over his arm and a pale blue turtle-neck he thought would go with his eyes. He doesn’t even think about looking at the lavender button up at the end of the rack- he’d learned over the years. Lavender and pastel colors, they were just as bad as pink, even if it was in the mens section, or gender neutral. Sometimes he worries about the light blues he tended to favor, but any blue was okay all the time, probably. They hadn’t made fun of him yet.

He’s looking through a pile of joggers when Nya calls out, “Zane!”

She catches his attention and Jay and Cole as well, holding up a white dress from the rack. It’s a beautiful summer dress, white straps lined with lace leading into a sweetheart neckline, eye closures down the center before it breaks into a delicate and flowy trumpet skirt, “Isn’t this pretty?” She asks, smiling encouragingly.

It is. If you had asked him what kind of dress he’d like to wear, he would be thinking of this dress while he told you none at all.

She’s making fun of him.

He wilts a little, drawing in on himself, and swallows past the painful lump in his throat, “I suppose.” He grits out.

“Hey, why not ask me?” Jay pipes up, “I’m your boyfriend.”

Nya jumps, as if Jay’s presence in the conversation was a surprise.

“It is pretty,” Cole comments, squinting at it from the tank tops he’d been pawing through, “Not really your style, though.”

Nya shakes her head and opens her mouth, “No, I-” She stalls, glancing at Zane- who’s looking increasingly upset, “I was thinking about trying something new...” she trails off.

Jay meanders over, “Well, you should probably get a different size. This is way too big.” He comments, looking it over.

“Yeah… right.” Nya says, and Zane slips away from them quietly.

-

When he gets back to his room, he sets his bags from the mall on the bed and starts to pull out his new clothes. Nya had let it go, in the end, and hadn’t teased him about his slip up after the dress thing, so the rest of the trip had been nice. They’d stopped at the food court for lunch and spent some time in the skateboard shop so kai could buy some new wheels, and then an hour and a half goofing around at the arcade before they’d called it a day.

Zane folded his new pants and tucked them into the dresser, reaching blindly into his bag while thinking about what to make for dinner.

All thoughts of food vanish from his head when he pulls out the pale pink skirt he’d been admiring.

He drops it and jerks his hands back to his chest, spinning around as if to catch Nya jump out from behind a potted plant and shout aha! Caught ya! ...but no one is there. He’s alone. He approaches the offending article of clothing cautiously, digging his receipt out from his bag while already certain he won’t see the skirt listed there. Nya must have bought it and slipped it in with his things, there’s no other explanation. It’s his size. Why? Is there a… a joke here? What is Zane not getting?

He should take it back to her and let her return it, probably. He picks it up and tosses it in the trashcan next to his desk instead, and puts away the rest of his clothes with hands he makes sure don’t shake. He doesn’t entertain the idea of trying it on. Pink and lavender weren’t allowed, skirts- skirts were worse. A pink skirt… he shakes his head, hanging up a new turtle neck, and leaves the skirt behind in the darkness of his room.

Nya sits up a little straighter when he comes into the living room, “How was… putting away your clothes?” She finishes clunky, fishing for his reaction to her prank.

“Fine.” He says without breaking stride, crossing into the kitchen and plucking his plain white apron up off the hook, sliding it over his head and getting to work.

Except, even as he chops onions and serves dinner and eats with his friends, even as they play video games and watch a movie, he can’t stop thinking about the skirt. It’s there, in the back of his mind- he’d always liked skirts, thought they were pretty and sweet. He used to dream about buying nice skirts and dresses when he could afford it, different kinds for different occasions like maxi dresses and pencil skirts, but this was before he knew it was silly and laughable. Before it was wrong.

When the night finally comes to a close, and he retires back to his room, he makes a bee line for his trashcan and delicately pulls the skirt out. He sets it on his bed and pats out the wrinkles, appreciating the craftsmanship.

He locks the door and undresses, sliding the skirt over his hips. He zips it in place and takes a step towards the mirror before he hesitates, throwing off his blue hoodie and digging up a tighter white turtleneck. It’s the closest thing he has to the outfit the mannequin was wearing that he’d liked so much. He smooths down the pleats, playing with the edge- something tight and uncomfortable in his chest loosens, and he breathes easier. It’s nice. It feels… like he always thought it would.

He steps in front of the mirror. He fiddles with the cuffs of his sweater, smiling at his reflection. He looked good, the skirt fits perfectly. He poses even though it makes him feel a little immature, striking several different stances, turning around to see all the angles. He’s got the perfect set of shoes to pair with this-

He stops halfway to his closet, standing in the middle of his room wearing a skirt he loves, reality rushing back.

He takes the skirt off, pulling on a pair of pajama pants, and folds it nice and neatly. He unlocks his door and walks across the monastery to Nyas bedroom, knocking politely. There’s a long pause before he can hear her footsteps on the hardwood. The door opens and she squints at the hallway light, blinking up groggily at Zane, “Huh?” She quips eloquently.

He holds the skirt out and drops it, she fumbles to catch it, “Return it.” he tells her, “I do not want it.”

She blinks, her sleep addled mind processing before it connects, “Zane,” She shakes her head, holding it out, “It’s yours, I saw you looking at it- it’s a nice skirt, it would look nice on you.”

He refrains from saying it does. He frowns hard, he doesn’t get it- she sounds so sincere, but he knows the rules, “I do not understand the joke. Am I supposed to wear this so you may laugh at me?”

Nya looks lost, “Laugh?”

“Like my pink apron.” He explains, huddling into himself, “Except this is worse.”

Understanding lights up her face with shame and sadness, “Zane… I-”

“Return it.” He insists, pushing the skirt back towards her, and then hesitates, “Please. Do not tell the others.”

He takes a step back and nods, turning away and bidding a hasty retreat. When he gets back to his room he stubbornly refuses to think about how freeing it was, how good it felt. He stamps down any longing as he crawls into bed, and falls asleep most certainly not filled with regret.

-

The following morning, Nya slinks into the kitchen as Zane and Kai are putting together breakfast looking like a kicked puppy. She keeps throwing inconspicuous sad eyes at Zane that he’s stubbornly refusing to acknowledge, but she thankfully doesn’t let the others catch on or else she might be forced to tell them what was bothering her.

After breakfast, she offers to help Zane with the dishes, and meets his “I do not require assistance,” With polite insistence, where she ends up washing as he dries and puts them away.

It isn’t until they’re nearly done that she organizes her thought’s enough to turn to him as he puts away the final stack of plates and says, “I think you should keep the skirt.”

He feels himself grow tense, closing the cupboard slowly before he looks at her, turning around to face her and scrutinizing her expression hard. He tries to dissect her intentions, tries to figure out why she’s saying this- he knew Nya had joined in on the teasing before, but he didn’t think she would push so hard. All his previous data suggests she doesn’t have a cruel streak like this in her, but she’s been keeping the joke going hard.

He entertains the idea that she really is being sincere, but that doesn’t make sense either, because there were rules. Zane had to figure them out fast when he was younger and newly exposed to the world- You have to make eye contact when conversing with people to be respectful, asking for explanations to jokes ruins the fun, and boys should never wear girl clothes. If you broke the rules, you were weird, and people laughed at you, and they made fun of you.

“No thank you.” He says stiffly, turning away and rinsing out the sink, “I do not like it.”

She looks miserable, “I’m sorry we laughed.”

He shakes his head and doesn’t respond, the conflicting information making his head hurt, leaving her alone in the kitchen.

-

A week later, the team has another rare day off. They’d set aside the day to go to the park, and Zane was looking forward to it. He’d spent the previous day in between patrols picking up ingredients to pack the perfect picnic. Cole throws open the door to the kitchen as Zane finishes packing up his basket, hauling a large cooler behind him.

“Hey frosty!” He greets, popping the lid on the cooler and fishing out waters and juice from the fridge, “Aren’t you gonna be hot dressed like that?” He comments.

Zane glances down at his jeans and t-shirt in comparison to Cole’s tanktop and shorts combo, “I am the master of Ice.” He points out, “I don’t get hot.”

Cole concedes his point with a dip of his head, “Speaking of master of ice, can I get a little help with keeping the drinks cool?”

Zane nods, waving a hand over the cooler and packing the drinks with snow and ice. Cole thanks him as Zane hefts up his basket, the two meeting the rest of their team on the deck of the bounty. Nya perks up as they come out on deck, and steps aside so the two can see their teammates.

Jay already looks overheated, miserably melting under the sun. Lloyd seems unbothered, dressed in a sleeveless hoodie and shorts. Kai basks in the sun, smiling brilliantly, wearing a t-shirt and…

Zanes processor stutters, “Are you wearing a skirt?” He asks neutrally, blinking down at Kai’s maroon pleats.

“Yeah,” Kai glances down at the fabric, “Nya gave it to me, it doesn’t fit her anymore. Isn’t it cute?”

Zane has no idea how to respond, so Cole beats him to it, “Looks good, dude, but how are we supposed to play frisbee?”

“I got shorts on underneath so I don't accidentally flash anyone.” Kai waves his hand dismissively, and no one else comments on the wrongness of the outfit.

Tentatively, Zane says, “You… like to wear skirts?”

Kai frowns, mistaking the hesitance for judgement, “Is that a problem for you?”

Zane looks away, “Not at all.” He says, confusion making his voice stiff, missing the way the others glance at his tone of voice disapprovingly.

They go to the park, and Zane can’t stop looking at Kais skirt. He finds himself frowning at the other man more than once, shaking the confusion out of his head and trying to ignore it. Did it… really not matter that Kai was wearing a skirt? Cole had complimented him, and Jay hadn’t said anything against it either. He finds himself not joining in on the frisbee game most of the time, focusing on getting the picnic set up to hide how he was too mixed up to focus on the sport. Soon enough, the others wrap up their game and join Zane on the blanket Nya had packed.

They eat and chat idly, and Kai sighs in content after he’s finished, sitting back, “That was amazing as always, Zane!”

Zane doesn’t look at him as he puts away his own half-eaten sandwich, “Thank you.” He says simply, lost in thought.

“Zane.” Jay says, and Zane glances up at him. He startles slightly at the way Jay is looking at him, pointedly disapproving, “Why are you being so weird about Kais skirt?”

“...Why aren’t you?” Zane asks genuinely, familiar hot shame crawling up his throat as his friends frown at him.

“Dude…” Kai mutters, clearly hurt, “Not cool.”

Shame, confusion, and guilt swallow Zane up for a long moment before it’s burned up by a flash of frustration. It didn’t make sense. They’d made fun of him years ago for his pink apron, laughed him out of the room and not bothered enough to see if he was alright afterwards because he broke the rules- he gets it, he wore the wrong clothes, it’s a funny joke… So why is Kai allowed it where Zane isn’t? Why is it funny when it’s Zane? Why does he get mocked while Kai gets defended? Defended when Zane hasn’t and wouldn’t ever make fun of him for his outfit-!

He stands up abruptly, “I’m going back to the bounty.” He announces before he turns on heel and all but runs from them.

“Zane!” Nya calls, but he doesn’t turn around.

“Let him go.” Cole says firmly, and Zane clenches his eyes shut as he boards the bounty.

His stomach churns with his tumultuous thoughts and he makes a bee line for the room they have in the bounty, crawling into his bunk bed and curling into a ball. He stares miserably at the wooden walls, thinking about too many different things.

He misses his pink apron.

He didn’t think it was funny when he saw Kai in that skirt. He thought he looked nice...

Why did they laugh at him?

-

He wakes up at the sound of quiet voices, disoriented for a moment- he didn’t remember falling asleep. He makes his way out of bed slowly, the room dark, and blinks against the harsh hallway light as he steps out of their bedroom. He rubs sleep out of his optics as they adjust to the change in atmosphere, making his way to the living room.

He stops in the doorway, looking in at his friends. Kai is still wearing his skirt, laying across the recliner sideways, his legs thrown over the edge. The others are in various states around the living room, laying on the couch or the floor asa movie plays unwatched on the TV screen, the quiet sounds what lured Zane here in the first place.

Zane’s stomach plummets as he remembers the hurt look on Kai’s face at lunch. He didn’t want to make Kai feel like he did, he didn’t want him to feel laughed at, “Kai?” He says from the doorway.

The room reacts to his voice, everyone immediately sitting up to peer at him. Jay's head poked over the back of the couch along with Coles, and Nya and Lloyd craned their heads around the couch from the floor.

“Hey, Zane…” Kai says, sitting properly in the chair.

“I want to apologize.” Zane says quietly, “I really have no issue with you wearing what you like. I am sorry I acted so oddly.”

Kai fiddles with the edge of the skirt, “It’s okay… I know.” He says just as soft, “I think we all owe you an apology too.”

Zane tilts his head in confusion, stepping into the room a little more.

Jay nods, “Yeah, Zane, we’re sorry.” He says sincerely, “We acted like total jerks about your apron.”

“My apron…” Zane’s eyes flicker to Nya, who ducks her head a little at how she obviously snitched.

“Nya told us what was bothering you, and we feel really bad about it.” Cole agrees, “We were stupid and mean. There’s nothing wrong with wearing pink.”

“Or skirts.” Kai pipes up, “I’m sorry we hurt you.”

“If you want to wear that stuff,” Lloyd adds, “No one will laugh.”

Zane blinks at the way his eyes water dangerously, looking down at the floor, “It is not… wrong?”

“No.” Kai says firmly, “We were wrong, not you. Wear what makes you happy, and we’ll be on your side.”

Zane swallows and thinks about how much he’d loved the pink skirt, how pretty he’d felt with it on, “I accept your apology.” He says with a small smile, “Thank you.”

Nya grins and with a wink says, “I think i have something that belongs to you, then.” She stands, “But first… group hug?”

Smiling, Zane holds up his arms, and the others converge on him. He hugs them back tightly, smile growing wider as he sighs happily. The frustration and hurt sliding off his shoulders makes him feel so light, and a barrier he hadn’t realized he’d raised falls to pieces.

He couldn’t wait for their next off day.

-

Which comes sooner than he expects. It’s rare to get out of patrol so often, but Lloyd insisted they make up for their slightly disasterous park trip only a few days later. Ninjago is thankfully not in terrible danger, so they decide to head to Mega Monster Amusement Park for the day- and Zane is half certain Sensei Wu allows it only because he’s craving funnel cake.

They’re supposed to leave soon, and Zane is nearly ready. He slips on a pair of white boots and laces them up, standing up and admiring his outfit in his mirror. He’s got on a loose white sweater tucked into the waistband of his pink skirt, and he adjusts it one last time before nodding in satisfaction, smiling genuinely at his reflection.

He does a little twirl because he can’t help himself before he throws open the door to his room and makes his way to the deck of the bounty, smiling as the skirt bounces and flows with every step.

He’s the last to arrive, the others all waiting for him. To his pleasant surprise, there’s no flash of anxiety as he trots over- they won’t laugh. He knows they won’t.

Nya lights up when she sees him, “Zane’s here!”

Zane happiness seems to be contagious, the others all perking up at the sight of him.

“You look really nice.” Kai compliments when he gets close, and Zane smiles so hard his cheeks hurt.

“Yeah, that’s a nice color on you.” Cole comments.

Jay nods in agreement, “Zane looks really good, yes! Can we go to the amusement park already?”

Zane laughs, bubbly and light, “Thank you all! Jay’s right, let us go have some fun.”

As they disembark the bounty, Zane makes eye contact with Nya, and smiles softly at her. She grins in return, bumping shoulders with him, and they catch up with the others.

[smells-like-mettaton]

Rating: T (for inherent neutral ending angst)

Summary: Toriel's old house feels like a mausoleum. She will gladly ignore chisp crumbs and lumpy mattresses for a place that feels more like home.  (Queen Toriel ending fic for Soriel Week 2021.)

Word Count: 5211

XXX

The bedroom was exactly how she left it. Her bed pushed up against the gray wall. A book about snails on the wooden desk. A knit sweater with the embroidered words "Mrs. Mom Lady" in the wardrobe.

Even after all this time, she could barely look at it without her soul splitting in two.

She'd known this wouldn't be easy. She hadn't seen this house in over a century. Still, she wasn't prepared for how Asgore had sealed up her old room like a tomb, a photograph of the day that everything went terribly, horribly wrong.

At least the last child was safe. They should not have had to take a life to save their own, but she doubted Asgore had given them a choice.  Her own soul felt more numb than anything.  To her, Asgore had died a century ago.

What was done, was done. And as usual, she was too late to do anything but sweep up the dust.

She backed through the doorframe, shutting the door with a quiet click. She would have to return eventually, but for now, she yearned for a place with fewer painful memories.

"Hey, Your Majesty." A voice startled her as she attempted to escape the foyer. Luckily it was a voice she would always recognize.

"Hello, old friend." She turned and smiled at the monster leaning against the stair railing.

He was smaller than she expected, with that deep voice. Not that that was a bad thing. As for him being a skeleton, that had been apparent from the abundance of bone puns.

"You know the formality is unnecessary," she told him softly.

"Is it?" He shuffled from foot to slippered foot. 

In all her time of joking with him through the door, she had never expected him to be so cute. 

"Didn't want to assume, old lady."

He winked, and she felt a weight lift from her chest. At least one monster would still treat her like a person, and not like a mythical figure returned to save them.

"Toriel," she introduced herself for the first time. He had to have heard already, but between rushing to the palace, scattering Asgore's dust, comforting their—her people… she hadn't had time to seek out her friend.

He seemed to feel comfortable walking right into her home, though. Did he ever visit Asgore when he was here? Her friend seemed like the type of monster who went wherever he felt like, and Asgore, for all his flaws, had never turned a monster away from his home.

"Sans." He held out a bony hand. "Sans the skeleton."

"Nice to meet you, Sans," she tested out the name and clasped his hand with her paw.

A loud pthbbbbbt echoed through the empty hall. Her eyes widened.

"Wow, Toriel. That's, uh, some way to make an introduction." He winked.

She squinted down at the inflatable object in his hand, the source of the farting noise. Then she pretended to ignore it.

"It certainly is. I was not aware that skeletons were capable of flatulence."

His eyelights gutted for a moment before he burst out laughing.

"Your jokes are even better in person," he said once he composed himself.

His laugh set her soul fluttering. In all their conversations through the door, he'd never laughed like that. Maybe she should have tried fart jokes sooner.

"I am always happy to tickle your funny bone." She smiled, and his face tinged blue.

"Happy to be tickled. But, uh. I guess that's not all I'm here for?"

Her breath caught in her lungs. Of course he would not visit without a reason. 

"I suppose not. Would you like to have a seat?"

"It's nothing that serious," he assured her quickly. "I just thought you'd want an update on the kid."

"You've spoken with them? They are still here?"  She tried to keep the hysteria from her voice.

How could they have taken Asgore’s soul and not returned home?  Had the Barrier proven too powerful?

"No—geez, I'm making this sound worse." He ran a bony palm down his face. "They’re definitely gone.  Papyrus tried to call them nonstop.  Besides that, you know the big stuff. The king's dead."

Her lips drew to a thin line, pulling tight across her fangs.

"I can hardly fault them for that."

"Right." He stuck his hands back in his pockets. "I gotta be honest. The way the kid looked when I last saw them… I don't think they did it."

Her brow furrowed. She was inclined to hope that the child had not chosen violence.  They had been so sweet, so eager to talk and joke with the monsters of the Ruins, so quick to hug her even after she’d fought them.  It was hard to imagine them striking down Asgore.

"But… then what do you think happened?"

Sans shrugged. "Wish I knew. I kept watch best I could, but…"

"I could not expect you to come between them and your king." As much as she wished he could have. She had hardly expected him to agree to watch over the human at all.

“Couldn’t have even if I wanted to.  These bones aren’t as sturdy as they look.  Maybe I shoulda listened to my bro and drank more milk...” He grimaced and glanced away.  “Anyway.  Like I said, I don’t know what happened.  Just.  Be careful, okay?”

“Careful?” She blinked.

“Yeah.  You never know.” His gaze flickered to a potted golden flower on the end table next to the stairs.

“Sans.  If I did not know better, that would sound like a threat.” She crouched down, so she could better meet his eyesockets. “Is there something you are trying to tell me?”

“Man. First I rip one in front of a lady, then I threaten her.  I’m makin’ a great first impression.”  He rocked back and forth on his slippers. “Look. Toriel. I don’t wanna scare you, ‘specially since today must’ve been hard. Real hard.”

His eyelights bored into her irises. She found herself needing to look away.

“It has certainly been… interesting. Moreso than any day since I last saw this place.” She suppressed a shudder.

Change. Her life had been constant for so long.  There would be no more of that, now. Hopefully that would be for the better, but only time would tell.

“Yeah. Being flung away from everything you’re used to… don’t imagine that’s a cakewalk. Don’t want you to worry about freaks hiding in the shadows on top of that.”

Somehow, she felt he made more sense when he was on the other side of a door. Knock-knock jokes had a formula. Just another normalcy she had forfeited, she supposed.

“Please, Sans. If you believe I am in danger, you may say so.”

“Fine. So.” He grinned, and she couldn’t help a snort.

“Alright, I suppose I walked into that one.” She smiled, despite his warning. “Under normal circumstances, I would say I could handle myself. But I must admit you are more updated on the state of the kingdom than I.  Do you have any information that could help?”

“...Not really?” His grin turned sheepish.  “You look like a tough lady. I bet my bones are rattling over nothing.”

“I would still humer-us you.”

He gave her a funny look. “You’re actually taking me seriously?”

“Why would I not? You are my friend.  Perhaps… my only friend, at this point,” she admitted.  It would be foolish to ignore a warning, even if it was based on gut feeling. Or, whatever skeletons had in place of a gut.

“Well.  Uh.  If someone, something, was behind the king’s… yeah. If it wasn’t the kid, whoever else it was might still be around. So.” He coughed. “Sounds stupid when I say it like that, huh.”

“It does not.  I think it is sweet that you are worried.” He wouldn’t be able to see her blush, thankfully. It had been a long time since anyone had looked out for her.

“Geez, Toriel.” He rubbed the back of his skull. “You’re gonna ruin my reputation.”

“What reputation? Are you typically a monster with a heart of bone?” she teased.

“Nah. I just don’t worry. Too much work.”  It was difficult to tell if he was joking.  “Guess I can make an exception this once, though.”

“Why, thank you, my friend.”  She had the sudden urge to reach out and squeeze his hand.  It would be more for her own comfort than his, so she did not act on it. “To be honest, your words are a relief. I do not mind the excuse to avoid this place.”

“Oh.” He sounded surprised. “You got somewhere else you’d rather be?”

She both did, and did not. How could she explain without sounding like a clinging child?

...Perhaps that was the wrong metaphor. She would have preferred her children to be a little clingier.

“‘Cause, uh, if you don’t mind a bit of mess… my door’s always open.”

She blinked at the offer. Had he felt the thoughts stirring in her soul?

She didn’t want to be alone. Not again. And she had told him the truth: there were unlikely to be any other monsters she knew still around. Perhaps Gerson; she and Asgore had always joked that he would outlive them.

That joke seemed awfully morbid now.

“Sorry. Was that too forward? Our friendship’s built off closed doors; guess we should just take 'em one at a—"

"No," she interjected too forcefully. “No. I would love to visit your home.”

Though she had never set foot there, she already suspected it would feel more like a home than this place.

“You really—? Great.” His skull tinged the faintest blue. “Just, uh, know that it’s nothing fancy.”

Toriel smiled. “‘Nothing fancy’ sounds wonderful at the moment.”

Perhaps wherever he lived would be out of the way enough that news of her return would be delayed. If she could be lucky enough to pass for an ordinary monster… well, that was likely too much to wish for. It certainly wasn’t becoming of a queen to hide from her subjects.

Stars, there was so much to get used to. So many formalities to reacquaint herself with.  She hoped such things would wait until tomorrow.

Sans returned her smile.

“In that case, I know a shortcut.”

XXX

She handled the shortcut well for a first-timer. No stumbling on the other end, no complaints of nausea or dizziness. Of course, she was a Queen. A Boss Monster. Why would a magic trick ruin her composure?

Sans wanted to laugh. All this time, he'd been joking with the Queen. She didn't seem to mind, but she could just be “humerus”ing him.

...Nah. She had every excuse to ignore him if she really wanted to. Instead she'd actually taken him up on his offer.

He almost forgot to drop her hand once their feet landed in the soft snow. Heh. Who was he kidding? It was just nice to feel her fur under his fingers. To touch her, and know that she was real.

"Oh!" Her eyes lit up, reflecting the gyftmas lights strung haphazardly around the house's columns. "I remember this place!"

"You do?" Sans's browbone furrowed.

"I saw it while travelling from the Ruins to…" she trailed off.  To stop the kid from fighting Asgore.

Sans felt stupid for not trying to stop them himself.  Not that a kid that determined would’ve listened, anyway.  Still… he’d believed in them.  Hoped that by some miracle, they’d get ‘em out of this mess.

Heh. That was too much pressure to put on a kid, even a determined one.

"Yeah." He coughed quietly. "Guess we're hard to miss. Papyrus did something to the Gyftmas lights—even when the CORE lights go out for the night, ours stay on. Never figured out how he pulled that off."

Toriel laughed before seeming to realize something.

"I will get to meet your brother!" She clasped her hands together. "I wish it had not come about for such an unhappy reason, but I am excited nonetheless."

He chuckled. Her excitement was contagious. That was something she and Papyrus had in common already.

He pushed the door open, called out for his brother—and noticed the monster sprawled out on his couch.

"Oh." Sans blinked at Undyne, who was snoring so loudly, he should've heard it from outside. Guess he'd been a little distracted. "Uh. This is awkward."

"What is it?" Toriel hung back, her head ducking through the doorframe. "Is your brother sleeping? I would not wish to wake him. You said he rarely sleeps, did you not?"

"Nah, it's not him. Forgot his pal's house burned down. Actually, I'm sure you met her. Undyne? Captain of the Royal Guard?"

"I… yes, we met." Toriel edged inside, closing the door behind her with a soft click. "She looks far more peaceful now than she did this morning. From what I understand, my ex-husband was something of a father to her."

"Something like that." Sans nodded in agreement. There hadn't even been a Royal Guard until Asgore created the position for her. Sans wondered if Toriel would keep it around now that Asgore was gone.

Welp. It wouldn't hurt, what with his suspicions about Papyrus's friend "Flowery." 

(Maybe Sans should let Toriel sleep on the top floor rather than the couch anyway. No dirt for stray flowers to get into up there.)

"Should we be staring?" Toriel said with a soft chuckle.

Sans shook his thoughts away. "Sorry. Just thinking. I, uh…"

There wasn't room on the top floor. Sans's lumpy, crumb-dusted mattress was out of the question. That left only Papyrus's bed, which while rarely in use, had too much sentimental value to give to Toriel without asking. Where was Papyrus, anyway?

"Undyne!" His brother practically kicked in the door. "I have returned with nutritious—oh!"

Papyrus's sockets blinked at Toriel. Then at Sans. Then at Toriel again.

(Undyne let out another loud snore.)

"Sans?”  Papyrus dropped his groceries on the table next to the pet rock. “Why didn't you tell me we had another guest??"  

Because he was an idiot who hadn't planned past one impulsive offer. His face went a little blue.

"I guest you would figure it out," he managed to joke. 

Toriel let out a bleating laugh at that. The suddenness of it was enough to jolt Undyne awake.

"NGAHH!!" She tried to leap off the couch, but ended up rolling onto the floor. "I'm here, Asgore! I won't—oh."

Her single eye blinked up at Toriel. 

"Papyrus?" Undyne hissed through her teeth. "Why didn't you tell me the Queen was coming??"

"Because I didn't know!" Papyrus replied brightly. 

"I, uh, promise I'm usually more professional than this." Undyne summoned an energy spear and used it to push herself to her feet. The attack left a small char mark on the carpet. "I am at your service, Your Majesty."

Sans thought she looked real professional in a pair of Papyrus's MTT-brand crop top pajamas. Toriel didn't comment on that though, instead opting for a matronly smile.

"There is no need for that, Captain. I am not here on business, but as a friend."

That smile turned towards Sans, and he fought back a blush.

"Yeah. I was just gonna, uh, make some dinner. Y'know, welcome our queen back with some Snowdin hospitality."

"Dinner?" Papyrus squinted suspiciously. "You don't cook dinner. I cook dinner."

"First time for everything, right?" Sans winked to hide his embarrassment. 

Of course Papyrus wouldn't buy his excuse. But he really didn't want his brother and Undyne worrying on top of Toriel. Granted, it was Undyne's job to worry about security threats… but she'd tear up the house's foundation if she thought an enemy might be hiding anywhere in a five-mile radius. 

"Sans," Toriel chided him. "You do not owe me that."

"Wowie! You must be a great influence on him, Bald Asgore!"

Toriel blinked before bursting out laughing. Sans's grin widened. 

"Her name is Toriel, bro."

"Of course!! Where are my manners?" Papyrus bustled past him to shake Toriel's paws. "I am the Great Papyrus! It's an honor to meet you, Queen Toriel!"

"The honor is mine. Sans has told me so much about you," she said, and Papyrus blushed pink.

"You? Know the new queen?" Undyne whispered to Sans while Papyrus and Toriel got acquainted.

"You know me. I know everyone." He winked.

"She came out of nowhere."

"Yeah. My bro and I know what that's like."

Undyne huffed, but Sans didn't offer a more thorough explanation.

Papyrus's affronted shout signalled that Toriel had dropped her first pun.

"I take it back! This is the worst day of my life!!" 

Sans met Toriel's eyes, and they both laughed.

"I suppose I will have to help Sans in the kitchen as my pun-ishment," she said with a coy wink.

"Normally I would object to a guest cooking, but in this case I will make an exception!" Papyrus turned on his heel and grabbed Undyne's arm. "We will clean up the living room in the meantime! Try not to corrupt the queen any further, Sans!!"

"Wouldn't dream of it, bro."

He gave a quick wink to Toriel behind Papyrus's back, and they moved to the kitchen.

"Did I actually upset him…?" She asked once they were out of earshot.

"Nah. He's just dramatic like that. He'll drop three puns per sentence when he thinks I'm not listening."

He turned away, rummaging through the fridge for something edible they could cook.  Discreetly, he tucked his empty chisp bag behind Papyrus’s spaghetti-filled tupperware.

“Oh, good.  I would not want to make a bad first impression.”

“Pfft. You’d have to try real hard to do that, Tori.  My bro sees the best in everyone.”  He smiled and pulled a “pupperoni” pizza out of the freezer.  It wasn’t anything fancy, but at least it would be edible.

He turned around, pizza in hand, and found Toriel staring at him oddly.

“What?”  His sockets widened.  “Uh, you’re not vegetarian, are you?”

She shook her head quickly, her gaze skimming off of his like oil from water.

“Pizza sounds lovely.  It has been quite some time since I had one.”

Sans didn’t pry, but he couldn’t help wondering what her expression had meant.  Had he said something weird?

...Oh.  He’d called her Tori, hadn’t he?  He should know better than to use nicknames without asking.  Papyrus hated them.

“Please, allow me.”  She held out her paws, so she couldn’t be too upset.

He handed over the pizza, and he jumped when fire flared to life in her palms.  For a moment he thought the fire would scorch the pizza beyond recognition, but the flames were just pleasantly warm.  He’d never known a monster other than Grillby to have such careful control of fire magic.

“Heh.  I didn’t know you were so hot, Toriel.”

As soon as he said it, he clamped his jaw shut.  Geez, how stupid could he be?  Making bad jokes was one thing, but flirting with bad jokes?

The fire went out.  She looked up abruptly—er, looked away from the pizza.  He was still a good two feet shorter than her.

“Tori was fine,” she said, her voice soft.

“Uh,” he replied intelligently. 

She suppressed a giggle, and he was pretty sure his face burned hotter than her fire had.  He could stand to take notes from Alphys and throw himself in the trash.

“Or not.  Whatever is comfortable for you,” she reassured him.  “Now, should we eat dinner before it gets cold?”

Eating was hardly something he could screw up at.

“Sure,” then after a pause, he tested, “Tori.”

Forget her fire magic.  Her smile could’ve heated the pizza all on its own.

XXX

For once in a hundred years, dinner was a warm and energetic affair.  In addition to the pizza, Papyrus had tossed together a salad from his fresh groceries, and Sans had briefly stepped out to grab a few orders of wings and fries.  In the end there was plenty of food for four hungry monsters.

Papyrus apologized for the lack of seating, but Toriel didn’t mind sitting on the couch squeezed between Sans and Undyne, eating off of paper plates.  She couldn’t imagine anywhere she would have felt more comfortable.

Before long, though, the day’s fatigue caught up with her.  She supposed it was to be expected—she wouldn’t regain her social stamina all at once.  

Sans caught her eye, and he nodded towards the stairs as Undyne and Papyrus “owned” each other in an MTT-Brand fighting game.

“Sorry.  I know they can be a bit much.” Sans rubbed the back of his skull.  

“They’re lovely.  I wish I had the energy to keep up with them.”  She smiled.

He leaned against the banister, smiling down at them.  Papyrus had gotten the upper hand this time, and was punching the air with joy.

“Me too,” Sans said, still looking away.  “I was thinking.  If you want a place to rest for the night, my bed’s open.”

She blinked.  Her face seemed to catch fire.  That was rather more… forward than she was expecting.  Sure, she had enjoyed his lighthearted flirting, and much as she tried to deny it, feelings had been growing in her for a long time.  But to have him return those feelings? And so boldly? It was as unfathomable as it was unlikely.

“I can get ya some fresh sheets, and I’ll crash in the shed.  My bro set up an, uh, guest room there when the human was in town.”

Oh.  She rubbed the heat from her face while he wasn’t looking.  How foolish could she be, to think he would be implying…? Well.

“I would not force you out of your room,” she said.  “If your brother prepared a guest room, I am sure that would be adequate.”

He let out a quick laugh.  “Uh, you’re not used to my brother’s… decorating.  Seriously, I don’t mind.”

She sighed.  If he insisted, she supposed it would be rude to deny his hospitality.

“Alright.  Thank you very much, Sans.”

“Great.”  He smiled back at her, then went into his brother’s room.  She waited patiently, and only jumped a little when he suddenly reappeared from the right hand door.  Perhaps the two rooms were connected in the back by a bathroom.

“Hotel Sans, one vacancy.”  He winked while holding the door open.

She chuckled behind her hand.  “You really did not have to resort to this.”

“Heh, I wouldn’t call it much of a resort.  The bed’s not even queen sized.”  He rubbed the back of his skull.

The bed was smaller than she was used to, but it did have fresh sheets.  That was the only fresh thing about the room.  Chisp crumbs had been brushed under the dresser, and… that was a tornado.  A self-sustaining trash tornado.  Though at least there was a pine-scented air freshener suspended in it.

“Sorry, it’s… really not much.  Uh.  Probably kinda insulting, expecting the Queen to sleep—”

“It’s perfect.”

He blinked.  “Huh?” 

“I am no stranger to a few crumbs, Sans.”

She remembered days that bled into weeks that bled into months.  Months where she couldn’t bring herself to clean, could hardly bring herself to care at all.  Months that had grown fewer and farther between since she’d met a friendly voice behind a door.

“I would’ve vacuumed,” he said sheepishly, “but I suck at it.”

More embarrassingly loud laughter burst from her.  In front of Sans, though, she didn’t feel the need to curtail her joy.

“Thank you.” She poured as much sincerity as she could into her voice.  

“‘S no problem, Tori.”  A light blue tinge warmed his cheekbones.  How could he possibly look so adorable? “Bathroom’s down the hall if you wanna wash up or anything.  And Undyne’ll be on the couch, so this is probably the safest place in the Underground right now.”

Her brow furrowed.  Sure enough, there was no bathroom door inside the room—he must have used one of his “shortcuts” to move from his brother’s room to here.

“So, uh.  I’ll be in the shed—uh, guest room if you need me.”  He flashed one more tense grin before turning to leave.

“Wait.” She stepped towards him without thinking.  

He looked up, one brow ridge raised.  She found herself biting her lip, wondering if she dared ask what her soul wanted.  It was silly, really.  She’d been on her own for years, decades.

Maybe that was why she was so hesitant to lose this one taste of companionship.

“I would feel… safer, if you would stay too.”  Her face burned beneath her fur, but she projected her usual composure.

“...Welp. Can’t say no to that, huh?”

She was about to reassure him that he could say no—that she was asking as his friend, not as his queen—but the soft smile on his face told her he already knew.  

He briefly left to grab a few things, then returned with a few pillows and, for some reason, a dog bed.

“You are not going to sleep on that,” she said in disbelief.

He flopped the dog bed in the middle of the floor and started fluffing it.  “Why not?  Gotta throw a dog bed a bone, right?”

“Sans.”  

The outdoor lights dimmed, as if at her command.  Only the colored Gyftmas lights outside and one dim indoor bulb lit the room.

Her confidence waned with the light.  What had she expected him to do?  She’d asked him to stay.  Unless she wanted to…

Oh, to hell with it.  She was too old to be so shy about these things.

“If you are not opposed,” she swallowed, “we could… share this mattress.”

When he looked up, she couldn’t make out his eyelights at all.  Their glow returned slowly, like the rising of the sun from her memories.

“Heh… you sure?  You don’t even know if I snore.”

She laughed and sat on the bed, patting the space beside her.  “You do not know if I snore, either.”

“Fair enough, Tori.”

They took turns cleaning up in the bathroom—she was imposing on Sans enough without adding the smell of dirty fur to his bed.  Then she did her best to ignore the flutterings in her soul as he slipped off his hoodie and climbed up onto the mattress.  She insisted he stay under the sheets; her fur would keep her warm enough with just the light blanket on top.  

The sheets were a barrier in name only.  There was only so much space on the mattress, so no matter how he adjusted and apologized, she could still feel the curve of his spine against hers.

It felt amazing.  It felt terrifying.  It felt like a mistake.  It felt like the only thing she’d ever done right.

The one saving grace of the whole situation was that it didn’t stir memories of Asgore.  Her royal beds had been triple the size of Sans’s lumpy mattress. She and her ex-husband had rarely slept back to back, and if they had, the feeling would have much different.

“...Tori?” Sans’s voice was just above a whisper.  “You, uh, still awake?”

As if she could sleep while enduring the wonderful agony of friendly touch for the first time in a century.

“Yes,” she replied softly.  “Am I taking up too much space?”

“No, ‘course not. I was just, uh… geez.” He sounded embarrassed.

Risking their precarious balance, she rolled over to face him.  Or to face the back of his skull, at least.

“Are you alright?” she asked.

“Doin’ sans-sational.” He chuckled to himself.  “Sorry.  Never got to use that one with you before.”

She would have laughed, had she not worried about shaking the whole mattress.

“It was sans-tastic,” she joked back, and he laughed again.

Then abruptly, his laughter cut off.

“Thanks, Tori,” he said in a quiet but firm voice.

“What for?” She wished she could take his hand, see his face, learn what thoughts were passing through his skull.  Instead she gave him as much space as physically possible… which still was not much.

A long, silent moment passed.  Had he fallen asleep?

“I know it’s not how you wanted,” he finally said, “but I’m glad I got to meet you.  So.  Thanks.”

Warmth spread outward from her soul to fill her whole body.  Sans could probably feel it radiating from her.

“Thank you, Sans.  If I had to return, knowing no one…”

He rolled to face her.  His eyelights were mere inches from her pupils.

“You would’ve been fine.  All you had to do was tell a few of your amazing jokes, and the whole Underground would’ve been linin’ up to be your pals.”

She suppressed a laugh.  “I hardly think that would be appropriate, under the circumstances.”

“Eh.”  He shrugged.  “Plenty of monsters in town cope with jokes.  You’d just be relating to the common folk.”

She stared into his sockets a little too intently.  At this distance, it easily made her dizzy.

“Would you be included in that demographic?” she couldn’t help asking.

“When I first met you?  For sure.” His gaze darted away.  “But it’s crazy.  Between you and the kid… I’m startin’ to think there’s more to life than good food and bad laughs.”

“Really?”  She and the child had made such an impact on him?

“I know.  Don’t tell Papyrus.  He wouldn’t believe you, anyway.” He winked.

“My lips are sealed.” She smiled.

Silence hung between them.  It should have felt awkward, but she couldn’t bring herself to turn away.  In the end it was Sans who yawned in her face and then hurriedly flipped back onto his other side.

She laughed, and clearly she was exhausted too, because she pressed a kiss to the back of his skull without thinking.

He froze.  She froze.  There was no way to play that off gracefully.  And there was no way she could fall asleep and pretend that it had not happened.

“Heh… those didn’t feel very sealed to me,” he finally rasped out.

It took her a moment to process what he meant.  Meanwhile her embarrassment only burned hotter.

“I am so sorry—”

“I’m not.” When he rolled back to face her, his face was bright blue.  “You’ll still be here when I wake up, right?”

His question was tinged with desperation.

“Of course,” she answered automatically, despite the many responsibilities that she would have to attend to in the morning.  She was the Queen once more.  If she had to, she could adjust the schedule of meetings and speeches to accommodate… this.

Whatever this was to be.

“Remind me in the morning,” he squeezed her hand, “that this is real.”

His hand quickly went limp.  She was worried for a moment, before she heard the faint snore escape his nasal cavity.

She gave him a fond smile, and allowed her own eyes to close.  She did not know if sleep would come or not.  She did not know what challenges the new day would bring, or what old challenges would continue to rear their heads.

But she did know that she was not alone.  For tonight, that was enough.

[miekasa]

hunter x hunter (eren jaeger)

↯ pairing:  eren jaeger x reader

↯ genre and warnings: modern au, established relationship/boyfriend au, gamer/streamer eren for the win, he’s a little bit of a himbo but he’s cute and he’s trying his best okay

↯ summary: you’ve been stuck on finding a name for your new rescue puppy for a few days now, when you decide to name him after your lovely boyfriend. it’s too bad he doesn’t get your reference. (yes, i know i called it hunter x hunter which is a completely different anime but that’s the joke, you’ll get it as you read, hopefully).

↯ notes: i know technically eren isn’t (confirmed? officially?) german, but just roll with it for me hehe; also, welcome to the first part of my living with pets series, featuring eren and his and your new favorite german shepherd husky mix. 

When you walk into Eren and Armin’s shared apartment, you can hear the former in his room, talking loudly to who you presume to be his current virtual audience.

You don’t see any signs of Armin’s shoes at the door, indicating that he’s likely not home at the moment, which you’re silently thankful for. Not because you don’t like the blonde, but because your new, tiny, puppy seems to like him, and his favorite trainers a little too much—poor Armin now only had the left foot of his Adidas Superstars to his name.

Carefully, and away from the other shoes near the entrance, you let the pup down onto the floor, his small feet padding in place on the hardwood, before going to snuff out Eren. You chuckle to yourself; you’ve only had the puppy for a little over two weeks, but both he and Eren have formed a mutual attachment towards each other. Well, you suppose you can’t blame the dog, he was technically in Eren’s care first, seeing as Eren gifted him to you for your birthday.

Eren had told you the dog was a rescue, born prematurely on a farm a few hours away, and had had his left back leg fractured when one of the walls of a pig pen had unfortunately collapsed on him. He’s has surgery since, and is in the final stages of his recovery, injury almost undetectable now; but when Eren saw the poor pup at a shelter a few weeks ago, he claimed he knew it would be love at first sight for you.  

“Ah, there’s my best boy!” you hear Eren’s elated voice from the room over.

Sometimes, you wonder if the dog really was a present for you, or secretly for him, too. Eren makes his appearance after, trekking out of his room clad in sweatpants and long sleeve tee with your puppy in his arms.

“Hey, sorry, did he interrupt your stream?” you question, meeting his strides halfway to press a kiss to his cheek, “I heard you talking when we came in.”

“Nah, I was recording a video, it’s nothing I can’t edit later,” Eren assures you, turning his head again to sneak a proper kiss on your lips, “Besides this little guy could never interrupt me. Did you need me to watch him?—Because, I can totally take him for the weekend.”

Seriously, you’re almost eighty percent certain the only reason he’s not Eren’s dog is because of the pet-technicalities of his lease. And, well, the pup’s clear fetish for Armin’s sneakers.

“No, I thought maybe you’d like to see your human girlfriend.”

“Aw, baby, it’s not like that,” Eren chuckles at your sarcasm as you roll your eyes, “You know I love you.”

“Clearly,” you drawl, watching as the puppy all but attempts to climb Eren’s shoulders, his front paws resting against his collar as Eren holds him like you would a newborn baby.

But your boyfriend pays you no mind, simply cooing and bouncing away. You’ll admit it’s kind of cute, the way Eren dotes on the dog—or any animal he comes across, really. Still, it was your puppy, now and you’ll be damned if you lose out on puppy cuddles to him.

“Actually, I came here to tell you I finally named him,” you say, reaching out to scratch against his soft fur.

You were at excited when Eren told that since he was so young, neither the farmers, nor the rescue vets had decided on a name, so you had full control; but you had to admit, there was a bit of pressure to find the perfect name. Until a few days ago, when it finally hit you. 

“His name is Hunter,” you tell him, smiling as the dog’s ears perk slightly as his name leaves your mouth. You were worried he wouldn’t take to it well, but he seemed to be a fast learner. “It said on his papers he was bred to be a hunter companion dog, so I thought it was fitting.”

“That’s cute,” Eren smiles, supporting Hunter from his belly to hold him up and above his face, “Hi Hunter. You’re still my best boy, but now you’ve got an official name.”

The pup barks, almost ceremoniously, as if he understood Eren’s words. With the way these two are stuck to each other, Hunter probably did. 

“Yeah, that, and because, he reminds me of you, so I figured he should have a name to match. Plus, he’s half german shepherd,” you elaborate, brushing his tiny paws between your fingers as Eren brings Hunter back to his chest for more pets, “I know technically that would make his name Hunter Hunter if he has your last name, but I still think it sounds cute.”

Eren pauses, eyebrows crinkling together as he processes your words. “Huh? My name isn’t Hunter, though?”

“Well, yeah, I know,” you wave him off, crouching slightly for the pup to lick at your cheek. Hunter shifts his posture so that now he’s basically sitting in Eren’s crossed arms, perfectly content with the affection he’s giving and receiving, “That’s why I said technically, babe.”

But Eren still stands confused. “What—Technically, what? I don’t get it.”

You pause, straightening your knees to look up at Eren. You’d thought he was just pulling at your leg with his earlier comment about his name, but one look into those green eyes and you knew he was dead serious. And thoroughly confused.

“I—I mean, because of your last name,” you say, “Not your first name.”

Eren’s knitted eyebrows grow closer together. “But… my last name is Jaeger.”

You blink again, looking into his eyes, then down to Hunter, then back up at him. Dear god.

“Eren, sweetie, look at me,” you reach a hand out, squishing his cheeks between your thumb and index finger, “What are you?”

“Huh? What do you—”

“Your ethnicity, babe. Where you are from—where were you born?”

“Oh, um,” Eren thinks before replying, “Germany.”

“Right,” you nod slowly, “And you understand that Hunter is half german shepherd, correct?”

“Yeah, but, then why didn’t you—”

“Hush, don’t worry, you’ll get there,” you silence him by squish his cheeks further, before continuing, “And you speak German, too, right babe?”

“Well, yeah. Remember, you think it’s sexy when I—”

“I think it’d be sexy if you understood what I was saying,” you interrupt him, squishing his cheeks again, “Now, what does your name translate to in English from German?”

Eren takes a minute to ponder that, exaggerating his already smushed lips with a pout. “Hm, um, well, Eren doesn’t mean anything, I think? Or anything easy translate—honestly, I don’t think it’s German, it might be Hungarian? Or Turkish, maybe? I should probably ask my mum—”

“Sweetheart, your last name.”

“Oh!” he exclaims, “Jaeger?”

“Yes, Jaeger.” Finally.

Eren pulls his lips into a line as best he can when you take your hand off of his face. “Oh, well that means hunter, I’m pretty sure. There’s another german word that sounds pretty similar, jä—Oh! Oh! Oh, wait babe I just got it! You named him Jaeger, but Hunter, so his name is technically Hunter Jaeger, which is also Jaeger Jaeger and Hunter Hunter!”

Eren could pass as the hyperactive puppy with his wide eyes and the way he’s almost bouncing off the walls at his revelation.

“Babe that’s genius!” he praises you, “And super cute—you’re so cute, you know that. Hunter’s the perfect name and—oh! and he’s half german shepherd, it’s like it was meant to be!”

You stare at him, deadpan, as he smothers Hunter with more hugs and kisses, exclaiming about the puppy’s “brilliant” new name, and how he’s now even more of the best boy Eren’s ever seen. Eren’s ecstatic at this point, holding the puppy with just one hand, as he all but sprints back to his room, “I gotta tell all my subscribers!”

You sigh, a begrudgingly fond look on your face as Eren disappears down the hall. Poor Hunter; you’re pretty certain a good number of Eren’s subscribers flock to his videos for his looks, anyway—not that he’s not a good gamer, or an entertaining streamer, but well, you’re not blind, or naive—throwing a dog into the mix is only guaranteed more views and likes.

You hear Eren starts to record his signature introduction, but he stops halfway because a bark from Hunter interrupts him. “Come on, little Jaeger, you have to work with me here,” Eren whines loudly, before starting over.

You shake your head with a smile. “You’re so lucky you’re cute, Eren.”

[artemiscalled]

Grieving a Pet

Pets are part of your family, and losing them can be incredibly painful. In light of losing a (perfect, angelic) pet very suddenly, these are my suggestions for what to do to help the grieving process after losing a pet.

*This is just what I do. There is no grand spiritual reason, it’s just how I grieve.*

First, I do believe that there is a heaven / afterlife, and it includes pets & animals. Heaven without animals is not heaven - at least, not any heaven worth going to. (I’d gladly go where the animals are instead.)

If your pet passed away at home, clean the area, both physically and spiritually. If there are fluids or stains that can’t be removed, call a professional to have it cleaned (for health reasons, and for your sanity).

I suggest blessing the area before cleansing it. Burn some incense or a candle, with blessing in mind (I use frankincense & myrrh incense). Maybe it’s just me, but I’d like to let the positive energies & memories linger, rather than trying to cleanse them entirely.

If you have other pets, pay special attention to them afterwards. Even if they don’t seem affected by the loss of a family member, they probably are. Pets who were especially close may start declining after their friend is gone. At the very least, pets can tell when something is bothering you. It’s okay to grieve together.

Gather all pictures or videos of your pet, and make a folder of them. You’ll want to revisit these pictures, so you can remember what they really looked like. This is especially true if you saw them pass away or had to handle their body; they deserve to be remembered as they were, and you shouldn’t let yourself be haunted by the last time you saw them.

If you are offered a clay paw print or memorial, take it. You can take pictures of it or make sketches and use it as a design for a tattoo, jewelry charm, art, etc. You never know what will be comforting.

Write about them. Write down any thoughts, funny stories, how you found them, etc. Draw their paw prints, doodles of them, their portrait, or have their picture memorialized by an artist (there are many artists who do pet portraits!). If your friends knew your pet, they can share their memories of them too.

When you have a moment alone, pray or speak from the heart. (I usually talk at the ceiling, but you can look at a photo of them as well).

Thank them for their presence in your life. When they joined your family, the time they shared with you, and the joy they brought to you. Thank them for being a blessing to you.

Express your hope that you were a blessing to them as well. (You were.)

Tell them about anyone on The Other Side who would love them. Any past pets, friends, or family members who would love to play, cuddle, or give good scritches. (I always introduce them to my Mom, who loved animals and is probably gleefully overrun by them at this point.)

Let them know that you still love them. You will always love them, even when they’re not here. And you look forward to seeing them again someday.

If there was a song or lullaby that you shared with them, go ahead and share it again. It might feel crazy, but singing is akin to praying and energy work. Music is healing. It will help.

Express any regrets and apologize for any mistakes. Don’t dwell on them, but it’s good to air them out. Usually, I know my pets deserved someone better than me, and I need to tell them that. They deserved to be pampered and spoiled beyond what I could do, because I’m not perfect, but dammit, they were.

Lastly, there’s no right or wrong way to grieve a pet. Folks who don’t have pets may not *get it*, but pet people will. Pets are part of your family, and losing them can be just as hard a losing a person. It is a loss in the family, and there is no shame in grieving.