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resi4skz · 7 hours

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Title: Mi Amore (oneshot)

Pairing: nonidol!Chan x Grace (OC)

Warnings: swearing in italian, smut

This is for @GraceBang143 (i cannot tag her in it, stupid tumblr)

!! MINORS DNI !!

"Ugh, for the last time, Steph!" I exclaim as I put ice in the blender, chatter of customers in the background. "Olivia is my cousin and he's her boyfriend!"

"So?" She says and turns at the till, smiling at the customer. "Thank you for choosing Stat Lost, have a nice day!" She turns to me as she closes the register. "Look, we both know what of a person Olivia is. She's probably moved on to the ne-"

The sound of the small hanging bell on the door cuts her off. We both look at the front door at the same time to see my cousin, Olivia and her boyfriend, Chris.

Or Chan, as I like to call him. He was dressed in a black shirt and blue jeans, topped off with a black cap.

Gosh.

Why did he have to be so damn attractive?

Olivia walks over to a vacant table as Chan approaches me. I put on the biggest smile, as if he isn't my regular. "Hey, you're back."

"Yeah," he replies, taking out his wallet. "She'll have a macchiato with a cheese scone and I'll have a-"

"BLT with extra bacon and a watermelon lemonade?" I finish his sentence.

His eyes light up, giving me a small smile. "Yeah. Wow. You even remember customers orders?"

Only yours, is what I wanted to say. "Sort of. Since you're a regular here so I took the liberty of memorizing your order."

"Wow."

I tap on the computer screen taking his order and scan his card before giving it back. "Your order will be with you shortly."

"Thanks."

When I turn around, Stephanie is looking at me with a smirk on her face. Rolling my eyes, I start on his sandwich. Just gotta get through it. You can do it, Grace.

Suddenly, I feel a sharp pain on my finger. "Cazzo!" I glance down and see a small cut on my finger. Great, just I need. Quickly cleaning my hand, I gently wrap my finger in a bandaid.

"Everything alright?"

I jump at the voice before turning around. He needs to stop being so god damn good looking. "Yes. Your order is ready. Give me one moment." I put their order on a tray a d hand it to him. "Thank you for choosing Star Lost, I hope you enjoy your order!"

He chuckles, nodding. "Thank you, Grace."

My heart does that thing again. Oh wait, that's my stomach. I groan when he sits at the table with Olivia. "Have you maybe tried confessing?" Steph asks from behind me.

"What good will that do?"

"Maybe he'll realize what a crappy of girlfriend he has right now and maybe likes you back?"

Hanging my head in defeat, I walks towards the back door. I need a break.

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But when I come inside, I hear Steph and Olivia in a heated argument.

"What do you mean I can't have a free muffin? It's my cousin's bakery!" Olivia shouted.

"Because if we started giving away free muffins," I state stepping behind the counter and face her, "We'd be out of business. And it's not my bakery. Steph and I are partners."

"You're greedy. Why can't you just say that?"

"Babe, maybe we should-" Chan began.

"No, you stay out of this!" She brushes him off.

The fuck.....did she just tell him off? My blood boils, my nerves lighting on fire. "Olivia, simply just leave before you piss me off anymore."

"What?" She blinks at me. "What the fuck is your problem?"

"You want to know what my problem is? You might need a notepad because the list is long."

"Fuck you," she spat. "I hope this shitty place rots."

"Ah, the words from the famous home wrecker Olivia James," I say.

"Home wrecker?" Chan says as he looks between Olivia and I.

"Chan, don't listen to he-"

But I cut her off. I've had it with her bullshit. "Let me ask you something, Liv. Did you also try to lure him into your trap so he would give you money? Or are you fucking his buddies too like you did with Mr. Stanley?"

Mr. Stanley was our neighbor and his lovely wife, Diana would always bake these pecan pies that was mouth watering. One day, Mr. Stanley came to our house to drop off a pie and Olivia was the only one home. One thing led to another, once Olivia saw he was loaded, she seduced him and ended up sleeping with him. Many, many times. It wasn't until Diana saw them going at it in her home, on the kitchen table because she had gotten off work early.

Safe to say, Diana is divorced and thriving by travelling the world with her friends.

The look on Olivia's face is priceless though. "You...bitch!" She lunges at me from across the counter but I was quick to dodge.

Chan pulls her back and shoves her back before facing her.

Steph elbows me and whispers, "$10 says they break up."

"It all makes sense now."

"Chan, babe. Please listen to me." Olivia pleads. "She's lying."

"No," Chan says firmly. "You're always putting me second. You're always asking to go to expensive restaurants and to think I was spending so much on you. Tell me something," he takes a step towards her, completely towering over her. "Did Jake treat you well?"

"What?"

"Did he tell you to come here with me? Did he also tell you I was also going here?"

"Wha....what are you talking about?"

And then I see a different person come out. A new person who I wanted to know so desperately about. He runs his hand through his curls and smirks. The man actually smriked. "Why do you think I wanted to come here, Olivia?"

"You asked me on a date," Olivia replies. "What does this have to do with-"

"I know about you and Jake."

Oh shit. I watch Olivia's face turn into horror as she opens her mouth. "You're the one always yapping about your music all the time. I don't get what the big deal is, you're never going to make it."

I saw red. My blood was boiling. "Fermati!" I march over to Olivia as she blinks at me. "You do not get to judge a person based on their profession. You do not get to make assumptions. YOU do not put negative things in their mind to the point they want to end their lives."

But she rolls her eyes. "Please, you just had a scratch-"

I shove my shirt up on my arm, showing her the long scar going up to my elbow. "Does this look like a scratch to you that YOU caused?"

"What the..." Chan says and looks at Olivia, who's seething in anger. "I though you said she fell."

"She's lying," Olivia replied, her eyes narrowed at me.

"Oh, so you're saying that I magically got a knife and stabbed myself, making a huge line on my arm?"

"You bitch!" Olivia lunges at me but Steph stands in front of me and pushes her back.

"No one is fighting in our cafe, okay?" Steph announces then points at Olivia. "As for you, get out. You're no longer welcomed here."

"What?"

"Better yet, you're black listed from this cafe."

Olivia huffs and stomps her way out of the shop. "You alright?" Steph asks

"Yeah, thanks," I smiled and she gets behind the counter, immediately apologizing to the customers.

"Hey."

I slightly jump at his voice and turn around.

"Are you okay?"

"I should be asking you that."

He scoffs. "I'll be fine."

I nod. "Alright, well. I gotta get back to work." I make it two steps when he calls my name.

"Grace."

I turn. "Yeah?"

He looks at me, almost as if he wanted to ask me something. But he just shakes his head. "Nothing. Have a good day at work." And then he's gone.

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It was Friday and rush hour was just finishing when something catches my eye outside. "Che due coglioni?" I watch as Olivia tries to kiss Chan and he keeps pushing her back.

"Is she for real?" Steph says.

"I've had enough of this," I snap, taking my apron off and walking towards the door. When I open the door, I hear her crying.

"Chan, please. You've gotta believe me," she wails.

"Olivia, what the fuck is wrong with you?" I say.

Chan's eyes flicker towards me, almost lighting up making my heart skip a beat. "This doesn't concern you," Olivia hisses at me.

"Porca miseria, questa cagna!" She blinks at me surprised and I stand in front of her. "This man," I point to Chan, "has been nothing but loving towards you, has given you the time he should've spent elsewhere other than your stupid ass. You," I jab at her chest, "do not have the right to control someone as kind as him. You," I jab at her chest again making her stumble back a step, "do not get to do that to him."

"Grace," I hear Chan say from behind me.

"Do you even realize how hard it is to chase your dreams when no one belives in you? Of course, you don't because all you get to do is use others and degrade them till they have nothing left in them."

"Grace."

"What?!" I snap as I turn around, sniffling. Was I crying? But I don't get to touch my face as I feel a pair of warm hands cup my cheeks. "Cha-"

His lips. Oh my god his lips. My hands stay at my sides because I don't know where to put them. As he lets go, I look up at him. "I've been meaning to do that."

"What?" I blinked, perplexed.

"She's gone," Steph's voice makes us jump apart a step away from each other and she comes to my side. "Jeez, she's like a lizard, always coming in between."

I snort which leads to laughter as she beams at me. "Come inside! I'll make you guys something to drink!"

I watch as she heads inside before turning to him. "So..."

"So."

"What did you mean by what you said earlier?" I asked.

"Look-"

"Why did you kiss me?"

He sighs. "I never liked Olivia. She was just there, I guess to fill that void," he flicks his eyes down at me, "but that void was never filled."

I scoff, not believing what he just said. "So you mean to say, that you dated her-"

"I never da-"

"-just so you could dump her and then coincidentally you thought that a kiss would solve all the problems?"

"Look, Grace-"

"No," I say firmly. "You look here, Chan. I'm not the one to messed around with. And you were the least out of all the people I knew that would do something like this." His eyes widen at my comment and raises his hand but I put my hand up, stopping him. "No. I can't look at you right now."

And with that, I turn around and leave. Steph gives me one look once I'm inside and immediately gives me space as I go back to refilling the ice machine.

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A few weeks later, I finally had a few days off. I wanted to destress and just chill and relax in my apartment. But what I didn't know was that Chan would be standing at my doorway looking like he had been run over by a truck while I was in a tanktop and pj shorts with a bag of chips on my hand.

"W-what are you doing here?" I asked, clutching the chip bag.

"Can I...can I come in?" His voice trembled.

"Yeah, come in," I stand aside to let him in. As he walks by me, the same vanilla and smoke scent fills my nostrils, making me a bit dizzy.

"Do you want anything to drink? Water? Soda?" I ask, closing the door behind me.

"Water, thanks," he replies taking a seat on my couch.

Fuck. Never in my 22 years of my life, I imagined a man in my living room. Let alone Chan, the 28 year old man that I had been crushing on since I was 19. I hand him the glass of water and sit beside him.

"Nice place."

"Thanks," I replied. After a beat, I say, "So, what brings you here?"

"Olivia paid a visit."

"Oh?"

"And smashed all the windows of my car."

"What?!" I knew she would stoop low but to this level? "Are you okay?"

His eyes flicks up at me. "That's funny."

"Huh? What is?"

"Olivia would've asked if my car was okay. She wouldn't even ask me if I was alright."

"Well, she's a bitch," I huff, crossing my arms.

He snorts. "She did teach me one thing though." He turns his body sonhe's facing me. "To never take what's already in front of you for granted."

Holy fucking greek god. Why does this dude have to be so damn pretty? "You're lucky you're attractive, Chan. Any woman would be happy to have you."

"Look, about the kiss then-"

But I stand up. "I'm going to make some tea." I hurriedly walk into the kitchen and immediately fill the kettle with water. It was a good distraction-

An arm snakes it's way around my waist. I gasp, dropping the kettle in the sink and turn around. "What are you doing?!

"Why do you think I kept coming back to your cafe?"

"Because you like the cakes we make?"

"I came to see you, even on busy days where I could catch a glimpse of you working behind the counter refilling stoxk items. Once, Steph caught me staring at you and made me buy 10 pastries," he explains snorting. "Let's just say my friends got a piece each."

"Why are you-"

"-telling you?" He finishes my sentence. "Because I like you."

"I'm sorry, what?" My ears are deceiving me.

He giggles, poking my cheek. "I like you, Grace. I have for a long time now."

"How long?"

"3 years."

I blink at his answer. "I..I... don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything."

I look at him. "But you just told me you like me. How do you expect me to not say anything? To say that I like you as well?"

"Grace, you're not obligated to say- wait, what?" Turning his head, he blinks at me.

"What?" I try so hard to not smile.

"You just said you like me."

"No, I didn't," I lied, hiding my smile.

"Grace," his hand comes to cup my face, lifting my head to meet his eyes. "Tell me before I lose my mind."

"What happens if you lose your mind?"

His gaze hardens. "You don't want to know."

I wet my lips, partially opening my mouth. "Maybe I do." I hear him growl before he smashes his lips on mine. This time, neither of us push away. His tongue darts out and I open my mouth. His hand rub my arms, up and down. "Channie," I whimper, heat pooling between my thighs.

"Yeah, baby?" He says, his thumb brushing my lower lip.

"Can we, uhm, can we take this to the bedroom?"

He chuckles as he slides his arms around my ass hoisting me up. "Say less."

He practically sprints into my room and gently lays me down on my bed. His eye catches my blanket, the pink poka dots on the white colored sheet. "What?" I ask.

"Nothing," he shakes his head and takes his shirt off.

My breath hitches in my throat. Holy fuck. I knew he was fit but this.....holy fucking shit. Then his takes his jeans off, leaving a lot for my imagination when I see the buldge in his boxers as he takes those off too.

"Now you."

I sit up and take my tanktop off. My breasts bounce as I had no bra on. "Fuck me, Grace. You're beautiful."

My cheeks heat at the compliment and my arms come up automatically to hide myself but his hand stops me. "Don't hide yourself," he said as he hovers above me. "Fuck, I'm trying so hard to hold myself back."

"Don't," I gulp. "Don't hold yourself back."

"You sure? I don't want to hurt you."

I narrow my eyes and pull him down by his neck. "Channie if you don't fuck me in the next 5 seconds, I'm going to burn your clothes so you'd have to walk back home, butt naked."

"Feisty, damn," he groans as he takes my shorts off leaving. "As much as I would love to taste you, I need to feel you around my cock."

"Please," I whine.

He smashes his lips on me again, this time with desperation as he settles in between my legs. I feel the tip at the enterance of my cunt. "Ready?"

I nod. He lines himself before slowly pushing in. "Oh, shit- you're fucking tight."

I close my eyes, feeling the delicious burn as fully bottoms himself inside. "Mm, Channie. You feel so goo-" I get cut off as he pulls back and slams his hips.

"Yeah, fuck, you cunt feels so good," he pants and grabs my left breast. "And I love these, fuck, perfect."

He sets a fast pace and doesn't stop snapping his hips. He pinches my nipple, causing the familiar knot to form in my lower belly. "Fuck, I feel you clenching. Are you close?"

I moan in response and his thrusts pick up speed. The only sounds resonating in the room was the snap of his hips. "I'm going to cum," I moan. He brings his hand down to my clit, rubbing it with his thumb. And that was all it took for me to go over the edge. "Channie!"

"Oh fuck, milk my cock, baby. Make a mess," he groans as his thrusts become brutal and I'm pretty sure my poor cervix is bruised. "I'm coming, fuck, I'm gonna fill your tight little pussy. You want that? You want me to fill you up and make you mine?"

"Yes, yes! Make me yours, Chan."

"Fuck," he voice becomes strained as veins protrude in his neck and he stills, emptying himself inside me, painting my inner walls.

As we catch our breath, I notice he hasn't pulled out. "What are you doing?" I ask, still out of breath.

He suddenly grabs my thighs as I feel him harden. "Oh my god."

He grins, licking his lips. "Up for round 2, mi amore?"

A/N: this was for @gracebang143 hope you enjoy :)

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amogusgusgus · 2 months

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Ash is about to commit a crime. I wanted to just make a quick sketch, but I couldn't stop myself from making it detailed. Shout-out to @tojad-lisi for the bacon design that inspired this drawing, btw.

#lifesteal fanart #lifesteal smp #lssmp #ashswag fanart #ashswag #baconwaffles0 #I don't even know if I should tag bacon here #art

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sunny44 · 7 months

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All these years (Part 4)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Ex girlfriend Reader

Warnings: none I guess.

Summary: Separated by a disagreement, Charles and Y/n meet again after years apart and all the feelings they had repressed come flooding back.

Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

Wedding day.

I was sewing my dress that was inside those bags and my dad was looking at something in the car.

"We have a problem."

"Ugh, what is it, Dad?"

"You'll have to go with Charles."

"What do you mean?"

"Because something went wrong with the car, and it will take an hour to fix. You're the bridesmaid, so you have to go now."

"Can I go with his parents?"

"They're taking his grandparents. Please, darling, I know it's annoying but do it for Arthur."

"Okay."

"Thank you." He kissed my forehead. "I love you."

"I love you too."

I grabbed my things and went downstairs, seeing that he was already putting his things in the car.

"Give me that." I handed over my things, which he arranged there. "You can put the dress on top of my suit on the back seat."

"Okay." I opened the door and put it on top of his suit.

"Do you need to get anything else?"

"Just my phone and we can go." He nodded. "I'm going now, Dad."

"Alright, take care, and try not to kill him on the way," my dad said.

"I'll try. Goodbye, Mom."

"Goodbye and be nice to him."

"Oh, he will definitely receive my kindness.” I said sarcastically, and he sighed. "Look, let's forget we ever had anything and move on."

"Do you still like Starbucks?" they ask, starting the car.

"Yes, I still like it."

"Fine, I'll stop and get us something to eat."

He headed for the drive-thru along the way, turning on the radio so that there wouldn't be that awkward silence between us.

"The usual?"

"Yes."

"I'll have a strawberry Frappuccino, a caramel Frappuccino and two bacon bagels."

I was really surprised that he still remembered what I like, the bagel and the drink are my favorite things from Starbucks and I always ordered them but I didn't know he would remember.

"Are you wondering how I remember?"

"Just surprised you remember."

"I remember everything." he says and luckily the woman delivers our orders just in time. "Here."

"Thank you. I can pay for mine and..."

"I'll pay." he says and hands over the card.

We sat in silence for a long time until he decided he needed to talk about us. And the smart guy did it now that I have nowhere else to go.

"How's your life?"

"It's good."

"And the job in Milan?

"I'm still at it, I've been promoted.”

"That's incredible, I'm happy for you."

"I'm sure you are," I say wryly and he sighs. "You don't have to pretend to be proud of me because if it were up to you I wouldn't even be there."

"I've already apologized for that Y/n."

"But it doesn't change anything, your apology doesn't change what a son of a bitch you were to me. I loved you and supported you in everything, even when I thought you were only going to get into trouble, I supported you. And then when it came to me and my dreams, I’ll had to give up everything to be with you."

"I know I was selfish and I regret it, I spent all those years thinking that if you'd stayed because of me we'd be an unhappy couple. You gave up many things because of me and I should have given up everything to be with you and I didn't and I regret it every day."

"Look, let's just forget we ever had anything and move on."

He didn't say anything, only heard him sigh defeatedly and we continued the rest of the way in silence with the music playing.

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laznivec · 2 months

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No one asked for it but here is a list of people I really love and I love talking to because they're so sweet you guys should check them out!!

@theredhcrn & ichigos other blog ( that tumblr won't let me tag!!) : hoe my God where to begin I remember when I first was writing Sera and you would through Thenillad at her and I remember the relationship they were building up because She didn't trust demons except him! And now we got our beautiful demons interacting and Even having their own verse where they're Vivians// Vexious's body guards: your such a talented writer. Artist and a amazing friend and I'm so glad we met!! ♡♡♡

@helluvahazbinss / @micsmasmuses :, I LOVE YOU BITCH , AINT EVER GONNA STOP LOVING YOU-- BITCCCHHH! Miasma you put up with my crack head energy all the time and have to see the men I simp for I love you so much and I love writing with you too your ocs and canon muses are phenomenal

@r-adio you didn't ask for it but here we are oh my God your writing is amazing and I love the fact that outta the blue from a stupid idea we made a whole new verse for vex with your al still being her bestie! You are such a great person and a great writer and I cherish you so much! You don't know how much musing you genuinly give me!

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There are so many other wonderful writers and creators I interact with and talk to and you guys all rule too this post would just go on forever though if I didn't stop

You're all amazing and I love you

#ooc #positivity hour #love you guys

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itofthames · 10 months

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Freefall Pt 8 (Jing Yuan x Reader)

Read here or on Ao3

tags: domestic fluff, breakfast, deception

wc; 592

Out of every decision made in the past twenty-four hours, breakfast is the least regrettable one.

You decide on toast and a pack of bacon to split between the both of you. You flutter about, gathering ingredients and heating up the stove. When was the last time you got around to cooking in your own kitchen? Too long ago for your liking.

Jing Yuan sits hands folded at the dining table, glaring at his cup of orange juice as if it insulted his mother.

You lean against the countertop with arms crossed. It hits you again how hilariously out of place he looks. The glorious, ancient golden lion of lightning, a war general beyond compare. Sitting in your dining room, quietly boiling.

What hits you second is that you don't particularly mind it.

"Hey,"

Jing Yuan looks up, his expression still forlorn. You smile at him. "You like maple syrup with your toast?"

His eyes brighten ever so slightly and he nods.

"Alright, hold tight okay?"

You turn back and start preparing breakfast for the both of you. The silence is a nice reminder that you still have to have the talk, but he's still more out of it than you are. It's not the time to barrage him with heavy concepts.

You sizzle up some bacon and serve him three thick slices of toast, which he gobbles down and asks for seconds. You mentally save the picture of Jing Yuan's crumb-covered smile for later and make him some more.

Jing Yuan inhales piece after buttery, syrup-laden piece. You stack his plate until he finally waves his hand and mutters a tiny 'no thank you'. No real surprise there. If you didn't have any time to cook any good meals for yourself, then Jing Yuan definitely didn't.

You finish up and sit down with your own plate, Jing Yuan picks at the rest of his toast and bacon and it's…nice.

Everything's not perfect, buts it's nice.

"Do you want to talk?"

Reality stands in front of you again. The only reason you're even here is due to that momentary breach, or lapse, in judgment. But, do you want to get into that? And ruin this beautiful moment? The closest you two have come, yet, as a couple?

No, not now.

You swallow down what little remains of your upset. Jing Yuan doesn't seem to care if people know. Why should you?

"Not really," you shrug and start clearing your plate.

Jing Yuan is the first to rise from the table. He puts on an apologetic smile, "I'm already late…"

"Oh, shit I gotta get dressed," you mumble and wipe your face with a napkin.

Jing Yuan's brows raise. He wears a light dusting of red on his face before he laughs and shakes his head, "I'm sorry but, do you want me to walk you in?"

Well, he's already walking out of your house after a full night in broad daylight. What's the worst that could happen that couldn't already?

"If you don't mind."

Jing Yuan presses his hands to his face, smiling ear to ear like an idiot as you pass him by and head back upstairs.

When you return, wearing your work uniform again for the first time in what feels like forever, Jing Yuan welcomes you into a tight embrace. His mouth presses against yours in a way that is borderline too much. When you breathlessly part, he opens the door for you and guides you out. You don't even notice the slight change in how the discarded gift baskets are arranged or the now missing envelopes.

#jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #fanfic #honkai x reader #i forgot to put tags on the first time i posted this yesterday :DD

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sammy-is-not-smiley · 2 years

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ok since you were looking for fic requests i have one for a robin x reader!!

reader is hoppers daughter. she dated jonathan for the entirety of freshman year. they broke up but it wasn’t bad. hopper keeps saying how good of a kid he was and how the reader should just get back with him. little does he know, she just wants to be with robin. so one day, she slips a confession note into robins trumpet case to meet her in the janitors closet after school. it goes well and they kiss a little ehe. maybe a part two or in the end she introduces robin as her girlfriend and hopper being confused but supportive 👀

Salty, Then Sweet

Robin Buckley x fem!reader

S4 SPOILER FREE

Summary: After going through the summer of 85' with Steve and Robin, you've had feelings develop for Robin. Now, after a sleepover with her, you suddenly felt the strong urge to confess your feelings. Could she love you too?

Word count: 5.1k

Warnings/tags: Underage drinking, language, PTSD, nightmares, nightmare scene, hurt/comfort, love confessions, Hopper is still in Hawkins after season 3, reader is hoppers daughter, gay kissy, timeline might feel off idk

A/N: I FINALLY FINISHED IT! The longest fic I've finished yet. This one was a lot of fun to write, I hope it's what you were imagining. I went a little off the request and then back to it lol

Butter sizzled in the frying pan, making you jump slightly out of your sleepy stupor. Your father had the heat up way too high on the stove again. He would tell you he liked how the burnt butter tasted, but you knew his pride was just a pill too big to swallow. You sighed heavily and rubbed your eyes, trying to listen to what your father was griping at you about this time.

“I'm just saying, he was a good kid to ya.”

Oh. Right. This again.

He sloppily cracked an egg on the stove and thumbed at the shell. “When you two dated he helped you keep a schedule. You were never too out too late, always got enough sleep,” He finally dumped the egg onto the hot skillet, “And your grades definitely saw better days with him.”

“Dad,” You groaned, resisting the urge to let your head drop to the table. “I’m pretty sure you liked Jonathan more than I did, but can we not talk about him now?... Not this early,” You finished under your breath. You hadn’t dated Jonathan Byers since freshman year. The end of junior year was just around the corner and somehow your father still pressured you any chance he got to get back with Jonathan. Your family had a past with his, sure, from small interactions to dealing with the supernatural. But your father's obsession with you getting back with Jonathan was starting to get annoying. You wouldn’t tell anyone this, but deep down you had never felt any attraction to Jonathan.

Your father sighed irritably, “Fine, fine. My point is you’re staying up way too late. You never used to come in here half asleep like this.” He gestured with his spatula and flipped the already overcooked egg. "I get you're young but sleep is important"

"I know."

"I don't even know what you would be staying up doing."

"Mm-hm."

"If this keeps up, though, I might have to take your radio or something-"

“You ever think maybe it’s because I have nightmares?” You suddenly snapped, startling you both.

His spatula froze a moment as if he was taking a second to buffer. His shoulders then sagged and he continued his cooking. You watched as he put fresh bacon, eggs, and toast on your plate then walked over and slid it in front of you. You stared intently at him, trying to gauge his feelings through his expression. It was no use, he rarely wore his emotions on his face. He put his own plate down across from you and allowed himself to fall into the chair. Neither of you touched your food.

After a bit, your father finally broke the silence. “I didn’t mean for you to get involved in my work,” He muttered, guilt present in his tone. “.... What kind of nightmares?"

You shrugged, gazing down at your eggs. The edges looked burnt, dripping with brown butter. “Those stupid monsters… and the Russians… Having to run for my life, watching Jonathan or Robin die in front of me even though they're still here… Stupid stuff.”

“Don’t call them stupid, they’re normal. You went through a lot… we all did.”

You nodded, thinking back to the events of the past summer.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

You gave a weak shrug, flicking your bacon with your finger.

“How long?”

“Since I first saw one of those things in Jonathan’s house.”

You had been with Nancy and Jonathan when they discovered what they would later call the Demogorgon. You were right there when it somehow entered their house and attempted an attack. Lights flashing and heart beating out of your chest. Ever since then, your nights had never been the same.

“Shit… (y/n) Hopper, you need to tell me these damn things,” Your father chastised sternly, however, you knew this was just how he got when he cared. “I need to know when things aren’t good.”

You smiled bitterly, grabbing your fork. “If I did, I’d start sounding like the boy who cried wolf.” With that, you shoved your breakfast into your mouth. Things hadn’t felt good for a long while.

Your father leaned back in his chair with a heavy, unsatisfied dad sigh, then began going at his breakfast as well.

As you both ate in silence, your mind still lingered on just a few months earlier. You wished things could have stayed the way they were. Working with Steve and Robin at the mall was one of the best things to happen to you… until it quickly descended into madness once again. Yes, you all managed to stay together despite being kidnapped by the Russian government, but that didn’t make the situation okay. Far from it actually. To add to your trauma from interdimensional monsters, you ended up facing federal agent-level torture. It was the first time you ever felt true terror from the presence of other human beings. It was the first time you ever got beat up and bloodied. But towards the end of it all… It was also the first time you realized exactly what it was you felt for Robin.

While you wanted anything but for Rob to get involved and be put at risk, you felt better knowing she knew the chaos you knew was lurking in Hawkins. You felt better knowing you could go to her about your nightmares, which you did. Quite often in fact. Before your father, she was the only one you ever told. She was the only one you ever called at 3 am. She was the only one you felt like would ever answer.

As soon as you were finished eating, you got up and got ready for school. It didn’t take you long, the sleepless nights slowly forced you to make your self-maintenance routine shorter and shorter.

School hadn’t felt the same since all of this had started either. Ever since Will had first gone missing, tasks that should have felt normal… didn’t anymore. The feeling always hit you at unexpected times too. While walking down the hallway at school, during dodgeball, while shopping for groceries. You hated how that was no longer your normal and how fighting monsters was. You knew nothing would be the same and a sense of mourning for the past would come over you every time you remembered that.

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Lazily you stared at the blank chalkboard, mind empty, waiting for class to start. Somehow you managed to get to first period on time today, probably because your father had drug you out of bed for the ‘proper breakfast’. You could still taste the burnt butter on your lips.

“Hey, hey,” An chipper voice pulled you from your gaze. Robin sat next to you, a pile of textbooks thumping on her desk. “You got here before me! You slept better I’m guessing? I mean you didn’t call like usual last night. I hoped that meant you were doing better.”

The night before had been rough. It was one of those nights where you couldn’t close your eyes without seeing one of those monsters blooming their face of teeth at you. You could have sworn you heard one gurgling outside your window at one point. Guilt had kept you from grabbing the phone and calling Robin though.

“Yep, slept through the night," You swiftly lied.

She beamed, but it faltered as she leaned in and inspected your face more closely. “You got something on your face,” Her hand came up and wiped at the corner of your mouth, then she wiped it on her pants. “All good. Guess it was some breakfast I hope?”

“Yeah,” You nodded, fighting a smile, “Dad made us both breakfast this morning.”

She beamed once again, this time remaining that way. “Nice! Slept through the night and got breakfast. Look at you, a babe, and with your life together.” She nudged you on the arm, both the compliment and her touch making butterflies rage in your stomach. All you could do is smile in return, even if it was founded on a lie. “Hey, tell you what,” She continued, “Why don’t you come to my house tonight for a sleepover? My parents will be out late on a date so we can have a movie night! We have popcorn and fuzzy blankets-- Oh there's this one blanket I’ve had since I was little that's SO SOFT. No matter how much we've washed it, it somehow stays that way. I'm pretty sure if I ever go to college I would take it with me-” And from there she rambled on, happy as ever. You loved the way her eyes lit up and how her hands went crazy when talking about the things she loved. You were pretty sure you didn’t even get to tell her 'yes' to the invitation to her house.

By the end of class, she gave you a time to be at her house, offering to have Steve pick you up for her. You agreed considering he was the only person out of the three of you with their own car. With plans solidified for that night, you parted ways down the hall, to your dismay. You wished you had more classes with her.

The rest of the day was a blur and suddenly you were zapped full of energy as if her touch gave you just enough power up to make it until the end of the school day. Another failed quiz didn’t even bring you down like it normally would. Before you knew it, you were getting off the school bus and running down your driveway to hurry up and pack your things.

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Steve was in a rush to get you to Robins as he was already late for his shift at yet another job. You knew his boss would give him shit about it, but bless him for still pulling through for you and Rob.

You had scrambled out of his car at your arrival, just as eager to get to Robin as he was to get to work.

Your heart jumped in your throat at the sight of her when she opened the front door. Rob was wearing the shortest pair of bottoms you had ever seen on her. You'd go as far as to say they were boy shorts a size too small. It was compensated with a large baggy t-shirt from band, hand cut into a short crop top and exposing her belly.

"Hey!" She paused a second and leaned out the door. "The whore didn't bother to walk you to the porch?"

You scoffed, using it as an excuse to pull your gaze and instead look to Steve's car turning out of the driveway. "Nah, he's too anxious to get to his new flirting grounds." You felt a tingle in your stomach when Robin smirked at your remark.

Although snickering with her, you were deflecting the situation with humor. You liked Steve, he was sweet and a big dummy, but deep down… you were jealous of him. Jealous of how close he and Robin seemed to be. They always emphasized their 'relationship' wasn't a relationship at all, they were just friends. Strictly and forever platonic. It didn't change the fact you wanted that same kind of closeness with Robin though…. And maybe even closer.

"Figures," Robin rolled her eyes. "Get in here, make yourself at home."

You did so, kicking your shoes off and dropping your overnight bag at the door. As soon as you were unencumbered, she jolted and tossed her hands up in excitement. "Oh!! Did I tell you what Steve was able to get for us?"

"No," You shook your head plainly, smiling at her animation. You loved when she did that, even if it was mentioning Steve.

She grabbed hold of your wrist and drug you to the kitchen. Getting into the fridge, she reached to the back and proudly held up a bottle of tequila.

"Robin…" You whined, "We still have school in the morning, you know."

"I know, I know," She put her hands up in defense, "We won't get drunk or anything, okay? Just a few shots to relax."

You shook your head in disbelief, taking the chilled bottle from her. "Never thought you, the band kid, would peer pressure me into drinking. I think you're spending too much time with Steve," You jested, inspecting the bottle. Although once again, there was truth in your statement, you would admit spending the night watching a movie and drinking felt like a good plan.

"What can I say, he's clingy," She shrugged and took the bottle from you to set on the counter.. "Also I didn't know what movie to get so I think we'll just have Breakfast Club on in the background again while we drink and snack and whatever the fuck else we want to."

You nodded fervently, convinced she had somehow read your mind. "Let me change first though, I need to be comfy."

"Sure, you know where the bathroom is."

Walking past the front door, you grabbed your bag and locked yourself in the bathroom out of habit.

Once you were changed, you couldn't help but stare at your choice of pajamas in the mirror, comparing them to hers. Should you have tried wearing something more revealing? Could you have worn a shirt that figured you better? You about slapped yourself for getting insecure over something as dumb as your pajamas. Quickly, you gathered your things and yanked open the door, the only thing on your mind being shots.

When you got back to the kitchen, Robin already had the limes cut and ready in a bowl.

"Let's get wasted… but not," She elbowed you teasingly and began to pop open the bottle. You stared at her hands as she worked the cork off, slender and calculated with a dash of clumsiness thrown in. Her nails were painted but scuffed and her rings gleamed slightly in the fluorescent light. It felt like forever before she got the bottle open.

Right as she was about to pour the liquid into shot glasses, you stopped her. "Can you… just give me the bottle?"

She froze, wide-eyed at you. "... You sure?"

You nodded. Although surprised at yourself, you were ready for the anxiety in the pit of your stomach to drown in alcohol.

Hesitantly, she handed you the bottle. As soon as your hand connected with the cold glass, you tossed it back in two swift swigs, treating it as if it were water. Your regret was prompt as soon as you swallowed, your eyes going wide and coughs bursting out uncontrollably.

"Take a lime, take a lime!" Robin laughed, shoving the bowl of limes at you.

You quickly brought one to your mouth, although you were pretty sure it was too late, the desperation on your face evident.

"Damn, (y/l/n), never took you for the type…" She gawked at you, mouth slightly agape. It wasn't often you left her genuinely in awe of your actions.

You wearily tried to smile, but it caused your face to twist into a lopsided grimace, making both of you split your sides in laughter.

"Alright, fair is fair," She mumbled, swiping the bottle from you and copying your actions. The result was entirely the same, just reversed. You were now the one laughing at her as you pushed the limes to her.

The night went on like this. Against your better judgment, you kept gulping straight from the bottle. In between swigs, you tucked the bowl of limes and the bottle in some pillows between you both on the living room floor along with the snacks. The mixture of alcohol, popcorn, and candy sat uncomfortably in your stomach, but it didn't matter. The way Robin laughed when she drank was priceless. It made the butterflies numb the slurry in your stomach. You wanted to hold on to these moments forever. By the time Robin finally took the bottle away from you and back to the kitchen, you both weren't quite drunk, but you definitely weren't sober.

Before you knew it the movie credits were rolling and Robin was checking her watch. "Damn, mom and dad are probably on their way home." She stood from the nest of pillows and blankets on the floor and lifted her arms to stretch. The movement revealed more of her torso, her sports bra peeking out ever so teasingly. You quickly looked away before she caught you staring up at her like a freak. Little did you know, she already had and smirked to herself, cheeks heating slightly.

"We gotta be in bed by the time they get here or they'll be pissed. Ya know, school night and all," She mocked goofily.

You cleaned the living room and kitchen together and managed to finish up just as a pair of headlights appeared in the driveway. You both dashed up the stairs, racing to the bedroom together prudently. The front door opened just as you closed her bedroom door, making you both giggle like a couple of middle schoolers. In all honesty, her parents wouldn't have been all that upset if you two were still up. But it was still fun to make a harmless game out of it.

When the lights went out, you fell into a night of sleep faster than you had in months. Although you were sure the alcohol helped, you felt the safest sleeping next to Robin in the bed. Knowing she was right there made all your worries fade into the background, barely seen or noticed.

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It's so cold.

"Keep running!" A voice screamed at you from behind.

Something galloped behind you in hard impending steps. It was getting closer… And it felt like it had been for a while.

You sprinted through the woods, terror powering every stride you took. You couldn't bring yourself to glance back, for fear you'd catch sight of the creature pursuing you and the other person with you.

Your head throbbed, blood pulling through your veins at an alarming rate. You didn't know where you were, which filled you with even more dread.

Branches and bushes clawed at your skin like fingernails, leaving burning scratches in their wake.

The creature behind you roared, the sound rumbling deep into your gut. An approaching doom that was so close, yet somehow it hadn't arrived yet.

Suddenly a scream ripped through the air and reverberated down your spine.

Skidding to a stop, you looked behind you for the first time. A stiff body lay on the ground as a demodog feasted on the ripped-open belly. Blood. Blood was everywhere. On the leaves, the body, the demodog's face, your shoes, the trees… everything suddenly now sheened with fresh blood.

You watched helplessly as the limp body began to slowly turn its head to you and you fell to your knees in anguish.

Robin.

Robin was being eaten alive.

"Please…" She pleaded in a broken sob, however, her face showed no emotion as if she had already passed on.

You felt yourself breaking down on the inside, tears freely streaming down your face. Why didn't you reach for her behind you? Why did you leave her instead of running side by side? This was your fault. You were the reason for her suffering. You lost her because of your own selfishness.

"I'm sorry," You tried to cry out to her, but the words wouldn't form. Your throat felt like it was closing up. It stung and the breath was stolen from your lungs.

"Please…" She croaked again, blood beginning to leak from her eyes resembling the cruel form of tears. "(Y/n)..." Your name echoed from her in barely a whisper.

Your weeping was uncontrolled now and you attempted lamely to crawl to Robin’s aide.

The demodog suddenly stopped and trained its attention onto you. Although it had no eyes, you could have sworn it was looking into your very soul. Like it knew your guilt.

It gurgled and chittered menacingly, blood oozing from its odd lips in thick, viscous drips. It stepped over Robins's body, stopping and standing over her as if she were its property.

Its mouth blossomed wide in rows of teeth, Robins's flesh and blood splattering forward to the ground. A roar bellowed deep from within it, making the trees around you tremble in some sort of earthquake.

"(Y/n), please!!" Robin's voice screamed out at you. "Please, wake up!!"

The demodog lunged forward at you at terrifying speed.

"Wake up!!"

You awoke with a violent jolt, nearly tumbling off the side of the mattress you were on. Your eyes were suddenly no longer closed but wide open, darting around you for any sign of danger. Before you could get up from the bed and try to run, as was usually your first inclination after a nightmare, you felt the pressure of someone sitting on top of you at the waist. A pair of warm hands caressed your face at the sides, forcing you to look straight up at who had pinned you down.

Robins horrified but compassionate face looked down at you, her shoulders heaving in breaths as quick as yours.

"Oh thank God you're awake," She muttered, swiping your cheek with her thumb. It was cold and wet. Tears. "You started sobbing in your sleep."

The fear subsided slightly and the emotions came flooding in full force. It was all a nightmare… None of it had been real. "Oh god," You choked out, bringing your trembling hands up to her wrists. "Rob, th- that was… The worst one. That was the worst yet," You couldn't hold anything back, you couldn't stop the tears from flowing. She was okay. She wasn't dead because of you.

"Shit," She let out in a breath, then leaned down, pressing her body weight completely onto you in a type of hug.

You wrapped her in your arms and squeezed, both relieved she was okay and terrified of thinking of ever losing her. You tucked your nose into her shoulder, sobs racking your body in brutal tremors. She was so warm.

"I’m right here… I’m here…I thought they were getting better," She said nearly in a whisper. You felt her slide her hand to the back of your head and begin stroking it soothingly with her fingertips.

"They never were," You confessed in messy uneven breaths.

And that's where she left it. She didn't say another word to you that night, but you didn't need her to. The fact that she stayed there, pressing herself to you like a weighted blanket was enough. The pattern of her breathing was enough, the clean smell of her shirt was enough, the way her hair tickled your face was enough. Under her, you slowly could distance yourself from the images of the nightmare and you felt safer and safer. Only that way were you able to finally calm down and gradually let yourself fall into another slumber, tears still wet on your face.

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Beep beep beep beep

Robin's morning alarm… Right. You both still had school.

Your heavy eyes broke open to meet Robin's sleeping face mere inches from yours. Although no longer on top of you, she still had you pulled to her body by the waist, legs in a tangled mess.

You leaned over and hit snooze on her alarm clock, thankful Rob was one of the heaviest sleepers you had ever met.

The pillow cradled your head again and you lay there, staring at her lovingly. You watched her eyes lightly flutter in her sleep, her eyelashes thick and perfect. Her hair was an absolute bird's nest and it made you snicker to yourself. Then the events of the night before surfaced in your mind.

You had woken her up with your nightmare. God, it must have been really bad to have woken her up. Shame hollowed into a pit in your stomach and you pulled away from her touch.

You weren't sure how much longer you could take this. The nightmares weren't the only thing that had been eating you up inside for months. Every day your chest ached over Robin. Every day you wondered if today would be the day you would say something. It never was, but it was getting harder to keep it that way.

You loved her… and you wondered if maybe she could love you too.

After the night before, feeling her intimate touch when you were at your worst… hearing her lovely voice in your ear to ground you again… you knew you couldn't keep how you felt a secret anymore. Something had to be done. That felt like the breaking point.

You untangled your legs from hers and got up to begin getting ready for the school day. You were going to let Robin sleep a little longer, considering you kept her up the night before. The only thing keeping you going that morning was the fact that you could walk to first period together.

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Your bedroom door creaked open behind you and was paired with a quiet knock. "Hey, kid, how was Robins the other night?" Your father asked.

You paused your writing at your desk and didn't turn to look at him. "Good."

"Good, good… Sorry I had to work so late last night." It was quiet for a moment. "You… have any nightmares at her place?"

"No," You lied.

"Oh… really?"

“Really,” You nodded. Only then you turned to look at him. "She makes me feel safe, dad." You weren't going to try and hide everything from him…. Considering you were going to hide the note you were writing from him, you had to let some truth slip. Half-truths were going to have to be the compromise to keep your conscience quiet.

Your father simply nodded back at you, then told you he was heading out for work early that morning. You weren’t convinced he was fully appeased with your conversation with him, but you had other things on your mind to think about.

After his leave, you continued your writing.

Your hand ached as you wrote everything in a note. When the feelings started, the jealousy of Steve, the fear you had deep down that the feelings could ruin your friendship with her, her presence in the nightmares, your nightmare at her house, all of it. Nothing was held back. Once it was all written out and physically there in front of you… It scared you. But you weren't going to let that dampen the determination you felt to get this over with.

You asked her at the end to meet you in the alleyway next to the running track as soon as she was done with band practice. Once she knew everything, you needed to talk to her face to face. It felt like the final battle. The most telling moment.

After that, you let your pencil hover over the bottom line, hesitating to sign the note. In the end, you decided the leave it unsigned. All you could imagine was the worst-case scenario. The look of disgust Robin could have when she read it. You trusted she would know it was you based on the context and that she wouldn’t spread rumors. But if someone else were to find the note, you didn't want it to be traced back to you. This information had the potential to ruin the rest of high school for you both.

Tentatively, you folded the note and slid it into an envelope, sealing it with an ice cream cone sticker. It felt fitting.

Checking the time once you were done, you grabbed your things and went out to wait for the bus.

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At the end of the school day, you snuck into Robins's band practice in the gym, scouring for her trumpet case. You recognized it immediately and quickly slipped the note into it, heart beating loudly in your ears.

As quietly as you snuck in, you snuck out and made your way outside to the alleyway. You pressed your back to the cold brick and slid down, picking at your nails anxiously for her arrival.

You hoped the band director wouldn’t keep them long that day. The last thing you needed was to be sitting out there until dark or something. You missed the bus for this, so walking home in the cold at night was definitely a possibility. Sure, you could call your father, whether at the police station or at home depending on the time, but you knew he would drill you with questions as to why you were at school so late. You didn’t have the mental energy for an interrogation like that.

Before long, you heard the gravel crunching under the steps of someone approaching to your left. Too nervous to look, you kept your eyes trained on your hands in front of you. Behind them, a pair of beat-up red converse came to a stop. The person wearing them didn’t say anything, but you knew exactly who it was. Sheepishly, you raised your eyes up to meet Robin’s staring down at you. She offered a sympathetic smile and lifted the piece of paper with your handwriting on it. However, she didn’t say a word.

You raised your brow at her. “What do you want me to say?”

“Can you stand up?”

A sigh pushed out of you and begrudgingly you stood from the ground to face her. You hugged yourself, telling yourself it was because of the cold.

Robin shifted the paper in her hands and looked down at it, her expression unreadable. She was quiet, and that was out of the norm.

“I meant all of it,” You vacillated quietly, the silence between you both feeling too tense.

She nodded. “I know…” She looked up at you, eyes softening. “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course-” You were cut off by her body crashing into yours, pushing you against the brick, and her lips meeting yours. For a moment you went wide-eyed, but it didn’t take long for you to close your eyes and melt into the kiss. You felt like you were spinning as her lips fitted perfectly to yours, dancing together in a choreography that only you two knew. Her hands snaked around your waist, the letter falling to your feet and your hands found themselves weaving into her hair, pulling her face to yours as if you two could get any closer.

She was the first to pull away, warm breaths tickling your cold face. If your cheeks hadn’t been rosy before, they definitely were now.

“Did that make sense?” She whispered after a moment, a worried smile growing on her face.

You smiled back and put your forehead to hers as you cradled her cheeks. “Absolutely,” You giggled. “And I loved every word.”

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Behind The Glass Wall:

Summary: It was hard for everyone to trust the youngest after the incident.

But it seemed you were the only one to interact with him at all, even if his brothers tried dragging you away.

He started to realize, he shouldn’t have killed you. Your so…innocent and sweeter than the best candy he ever had. And was seemly waiting to be eaten alive by a demon or even his brothers.

He can’t have that. He needs to save you, save you from everyone and everything. Even yourself, and he’ll make sure of it.

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Happy Halloween!!!!

This fic will be loooong.

Also, some of the tigger warnings are in the tags.

And if you hate Yandere-ish content please scroll.

Viewer discretion is advised.

Mrs.Potato Head-Melanie Martinez

Oh Mrs. Potato Head tell me

Is it true that pain is beauty?

Does a new face come with a warranty?

Will a pretty face make it better?

Oh Mr. potato head tell me

How did you afford her surgery?

Do you swear you'll stay forever,

Even if her face don't stay together?

—•—•—•—

He groaned as the light of lamps in his room brighten the usually dark room. “Morning Belphie.” He heard the groggy voice of his twin. Also being woken up by the lights.

“Morning Beel…” He moved his hand to his favorite pillow and stretched. Popping his back and legs.

He started to rub his eyes as his twin shuffled around and soon started creaking through their shared room.

“Who’s on breakfast…” “I think it’s Mc..?”

Oh, he looked back at his twin as he put on his usual shirt. “Oh, okay…” once he heard that, he started to get up, along with more urgency.

He always likes these days.

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“Hello Belphie, you’re up extremely early.” Asmodeus cheekily smiled as he just groaned. “I got up at the same time as Beel…” “Well that’s Beel, but you? You sleep until the afternoon.” Mammon said as he ate some pancakes.

“No matter, we’re happy you finally got up early.” Lucifer drunk his coffee slowly.

“But it’s weird you only do it on days where Mc is cooking.” Leviathan noted as he played on his phone. “You must really like their cooking…Hmm. Can’t judge you on that.” Beel stuffed his cheeks like a chipmunk would.

“Is that a problem?” “Nah, just a little strange…” his brothers started their decline in conversation as they just ate the food given.

“Good morning Belphie. Here’s some breakfast.” He pricked his head as he heard the familiar morning voice.

“Oh thanks…” he picked up a fork and started to dig in his food.

“Say Belphie, would you like to accompany me to the planetarium this afternoon?”

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” His eyes narrowed down at the warming food growing cold.

“Um sur—”

“Actually Mc, I do need help with some paperwork in my office after school. I would like it if you joined me.”

“Oh honey no! Mc, we need to go too Majolish! I heard a sale is going on!”

“Hey! I’m their first and I should have them first!”

His annoying brothers started to bicker. Just great, he couldn’t even get his answer out before his stupid eldest brother cut in.

“What time do you wanna meet Belphie…?” He heard the faint whisper in his ear, making his neck tickle by their breath.

“Um, how does 9pm sound?” “Just prefect.” He saw them in his vision, as they moved and straighten their back. And as they started to calm the others down.

“You boys gotta understand I have homework as well? I can’t always do them in a week.” His eyes didn’t tear from them, like a trance was put on him just for shits and giggles.

“I’ll try and let you guys have your time with me. Alright?” The brothers begrudgingly agreed at the accommodation and started to pack up.

“Hey, Belphie.” He snapped out when he felt a push on shoulder.

“We have to get going.” Beel munched on some bacon still in his mouth. “Beel…” he tried finding the words, it was…just stuck in his throat up to his tongue.

“Hm? Yeah Belphie?” His twin stared into his eyes as he nervously shook off any thoughts. “Nothing, I think I got nervous…?”

“Was it the fighting? Sorry if it was.”

“Maybe…I don’t really know.” He doesn’t even understand the reason behind it.

But maybe it will be solved,

Maybe.

—•—•—•—

He was resting in third period, finally.

A chance to relax and take his mind off of his brothers and onto the person he deemed an angelic creature.

Sent down to either tease him or to give him a purpose to protect something, maybe for a another chance.

He finally felt the feeling of drifting into a peaceful empty nap.

But it snapped by a tapping on the table, annoyingly loud.

“Belphegor.”

He just wanted to sleep, why did he just get pulled out by his own brother. Fucking asshole.

“I heard what you both planned during breakfast…” Ah, so that was entire point of this. “And let me tell you this Belphegor.”

His brother leaned on the desk and stared directly into his eye, “If I ever hear, that you harmed Mc again…I will never show you any mercy.” His blood red eyes stared and seemed to glow in anger.

“Why would I ever do that again? Mc is fine…And we’re talking to each other just fine…” He tried to stand his ground. But it felt like his own brother would snap his neck if he spoke the wrong words.

“I learned my lesson didn’t I?”

“It might be that for you and Mc. But not for us.” Lucifer almost spat in his face.

“Do you understand?” He bit his lip as he unknowingly nodded to his brother’s words.

“Good, have fun. But understand why we had this conversation.” Lucifer rubbed his throat, but he could only stare at the desk he sat at, as his brother walked away,

strictly as always.

—•—•—•—

Teddy Bear-Melanie Martinez

Gave you love, put my heart inside you

Oh, what could I do

When you started talking in your sleep

Saying things you'd do to me

I didn't care, I wasn't scared.

—•—•—•—

“You finally made it!” His steps dragged him forward as some form of sleep invaded his head. But it came and then shortly after, it left when he heard their voice.

A gentle melody to him, a little pill he needed for rest. Be it psychical or mentally, he didn’t mind either one.

“I got us some snacks. Though I did have to hide it from Beel.” They sighed, not out of annoyance just plain old love.

“Beel has a great sense of smell, I wouldn’t be surprised if he could smell something miles away.” He slowly dropped to his knees as they sorted some of the snacks.

Some were his favorite, while some just seemed to be there for filler.

“You didn’t have to get so much. Especially for me?” He laughed a bit as they just puffed at his claim.

“I just wanna make this little thing special. And what’s been going on with your…”

They paused.

“My brothers, right?”

“Eh it’s fine. I know they’ll come around one of these days.” He shrugged but didn’t catch the concern look adorning their features.

“I’m patient, so I can wait for them. Just like I did in the attic.” He started his pick with a bag of chips. But before he could actually open it.

“But…that isn’t nice or welcomed.”

“Either is me harming you when all you wanted to do is help…I think you’re too nice.” He chirped as he started to dive in his chips.

you’re too nice…

He flinched as he thought back to those words. To nice…that’s what got them killed.

Being gullible and trusting a demon, especially one locked in an attic.

That’s what got them killed…

Oh.

No.

Oh no.

“Belphie..?” He was enveloped in his raging thoughts, that he didn’t notice their concern. “Belphie!”

“Huh?” “You good..? You spaced out there…” Their face was a mix of different kinds. He couldn’t tell at the moment.

“Oh sorry, just…a passing thought.” He rubbed his eyes as they sighed. “Belphie…is something going on?”

…

“Anything of worry?”

…

“What happen…”

…

“Belphegor!” “!!!”

He froze, they never raised or used that tone of voice. It was new, and scary.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” Their eyes grew slanted as they tried finding something to grasp on.

A feeling of something, anger, sadness, anything negative.

He just looked away, not wanting to see their sadden face.

“Maybe it does bug me…” “Oh Belphie…” He tried not to just grab them and squeeze. He just let them softly cradle his head in their warm arms.

“Why didn’t you just tell me..?” “It’s a little sensitive…” He heard them sighed and whine. “Sorry, I didn’t mean for that.”

“It’s okay.” He moved to place his head on their chest. Loving the feeling of it, he could sleep here for the rest of time.

—•—•—•—

He awoken too the ruffling of blankets, cracking his eyes open and looking up to see Mammon and Mc talking to each other.

Mc smiled at his seemly sleeping form, the smile they seemed to save for him only. Even if they thought he was asleep.

But Mammon wasn’t to happy, tapping Mc’s shoulder to get them to focus on him.

He placed his head back down as not to strain his neck. But he couldn’t help but listen in.

“How were you comfortable at all?” “I actually slept like a baby.” They giggled as Mammon huffed.

He heard a low mutter come from older brother as he leaned a little towards them. “Especially with Belphegor around…”

“Mammon.” “What? It’s true.” “Mammon I got over it. I’m fine with him, leave it.” He scoffed at their stern voice of denial.

“You’re way too trusting. It gonna get you killed.” “…” all of them deadpanned as they soaked in his stupid sentence.

You’re way too trusting

“Nice one Mammon.” They sneered teasingly, “HEY IM SORRY!” Mammon panicked as he tried apologizing to them.

“Heheh, Mammon. Calm down, it’s okay. I forgive you.” They kept laughing at the expense of the white haired man.

“Hmm, can’t you two keep it down..?” Feigning that he was asleep for the whole conversation.

“Oh, hi Belphegor.” Mc slapped his shoulder as he flinched. “Hey!” “Good morning Belphie.”

“Good morning Mc…” He rubbed the crust from his tired eyes. “You can go ahead Mammon, we’ll meet up with you in the living room.”

Mammon opened his mouth in protest. But a dark glare from Mc shut him up.

“*Sigh* Alright, I’m going.” He groaned getting up and held his arms behind his head.

Nodding to Mc, he left slowly. Like he was waiting for him strike.

“You can go.” His older brother just nodded and left. The only sounds for were that of footsteps and wind from the outdoor windows.

“I’ll get us some food. Lay here for a bit, take a nap while you’re at it.” They teased, causing him to groan at their statement.

“Shut up, I don’t sleep that much.” “Uh huh, whatever you say pretty boy.”

You’re way too trusting…

—•—•—•—

And it's so terrifying how you paralyze me,

Now you're showing up inside my home.

Breathing deep into the phone.

I'm so unprepared, I'm fucking scared.

—•—•—•—

“What is the formula for the radius of a circle?” He held a book up over his face. He tried reading the lines, but they faded out into each other.

He didn’t care for most of this stuff, but if it was for them.

He doesn’t mind,

“r=C/2pi”

“Prefect, alright.” He shut the book in between his hands as it lowered towards his chest.

“I think you’ll past the…*yawn*” He placed his hand infront of his face.

“Test…” He heard them chuckle, making his cheeks a little hot and pink.

“I hope so, but what I’m worried about is you sleeping during it.” “I will not…” “Okay mister sloth.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“You’re a dick.”

He held his snort as they packed up their backpack yet still chuckling.

“Let’s call it a night. I gotta do some other stuff…” They tiredly got up from their cushion,

When he saw them moving to the door way. He started to get the feeling of panic.

He had no idea why he felt like this way, it was like…a gut instinct.

But he also had no recognition that he rushed to grab their wrist before they actually left.

“Um. Belphie? You need something?” “Who are you going to.” His voice was sterner than he wanted.

He didn’t want to alarm them any further.

“Just Lucifer with paperwork? Like I always do.” They smiled nervously as the tight feeling furthered in intensity.

“But…I wanna.” He couldn’t find those words he wanted to say, almost none.

The first couple of them were scattered, but the rest…just seemed to distant to tell.

So he said it with actions, pulling them closer as he moved in to meet them halfway.

“I just…” his voice faded into their hair, which they nodded but wanted to protest. “Belphie please I gotta go…”

“No you don’t.”

*Cough!*

He panicked and loosened his gripped around their ribs. “I’m sorry Mc…”

He laid his fingers on their chest as they stilled and heaved.

“B-Belphie…What was that a-about..?” They still tried to regain their breath.

He didn’t answer, just placed his head on their chest. “Stay…with me.”

Not wanting to be further hurt or anything worse, they just nodded as they started to slow their breathing.

He smiled. Finally, their heart rate is going down. No longer on the edge of a anxiety attack.

“I love you…” He didn’t mean to say it out loud for them to hear, but…it felt right for him.

“Yeah…love ya…*Sigh* too.”

—•—•—•—

Tag, You’re It-Melanie Martinez

Running through the parking lot

He chased me and he wouldn't stop

Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it

Grabbed my hand, pushed me down

Took the words right out my mouth

Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it.

—•—•—•—

Time felt, weird…too say the least.

Time felt long yet short, short yet long. The minutes blur and the clock that struck each hour made no noise.

Maybe that’s what got him to act more on it. If time didn’t exist to him, then he had nothing to worry for.

Only them.

And only them.

Not his brothers.

Not Diavolo.

Not Anyone…

But just seemed that Mc couldn’t just let go of them. Keep them in the back of their mind and just think of him.

Think of him as a savior, here to keep them. Not as a pet of any sort but instead,

A possible lover, and maybe a spouse.

He drooled at the idea, even before this happened to either of them.

He loved it, Mc in beautiful attire. Awaiting him at the alter, looking lovingly at him.

And him wiping their tears before they ruined their perfect makeup, and both of them saying their vows.

Ones he can’t wait to practice for them.

And he can’t wait for that day, but for now.

He has to wait.

“Mc…Are you awake.” He shifted to face them, but only to see their back.

“Mc…” He slowly moved his hand and as gently as he could, grabbed their arm. He just wanted to shift them and to face him.

“Mc…good morning.” He smiled as their eyes started to slightly open.

“Hmm” they moaned as he pushed himself a little closer. Rubbing their back, to provide comfort for a new day.

“How did you sleep last night…?” His voice was groggy and it felt dry. He wanted water, but not until he knew Mc was doing fine.

“It was, fine. I guess.” They laid on their stomach, which cause their cheek to squish against the pillow.

A cute sight.

“I’m going to get some water, *cough* I’m really thirsty.” Rubbing the sleep away, he heard a mumble of approval.

“You want some water?” He maneuver his head to look them in their eyes.

They shrugged, to disoriented to actually think and answer.

“Okay…I’ll get it for you.” He “knew” what they were trying to say.

They been together for a while.

Haven’t they?

While setting out, he heard some ruffles and clinks behind him.

“Mc, don’t move to much.” He sighed as they groaned. Holding their head as it felt splitting.

“It’s okay Mc, lay down and I’ll get ya pain meds.”

He heard another groan which he took it as a sign and left.

They had no idea how they got in this situation. Again, time felt so weird.

Maybe it’s their intense headache that made it so difficult

Or just the same dark room they now reside in.

“What even happened…? How did I get here?” They sat on their legs, not wanting to plop back on the pillows.

“I was just doing my homework…and now.” They tried moving their left but couldn’t get far. “This…”

Sighing, they moved to the edge of the bed. The only position that didn’t hurt.

Not their head,

not their tired legs,

it was fine position.

One they found comfort in, and one to huddle themselves in.

The thought of it all was cut as the door opened somewhat loudly for them and the bruising headache.

“Oh! You’re up.” He closed the door with his foot but locked it with his free hand.

“Here…pain meds, but it’s gonna take a bit before they set.” He held their own hand out and placed two pills.

The pills they remembered, “Thanks…” they muttered before popping it down.

While they drank their cup of cold water,

they saw and noted that Belphegor was staring more than usual.

“Do…do you need something?” He twitched before he shook his head.

“It’s nothing, I just, like staring at you.” His smile felt genuine, but had that force to it.

Pushing it off, they continued in silence, Mc only takin occasional glances.

“There, doesn’t a cup of water feel nice in the morning?” He took it and placed it on the nightstand.

It sat by his cup that he barely touched.

“I thought you were thirsty?” He nodded but didn’t grab it.

“I know, but you’re more important.”

“It’s a cup of water…”

“You could still choke, I have to be prepared to help.”

Now he’s being unreasonable, “It’s just water down the wrong pipe?”

“What’s so bad about it? You get over it after a minute or two…?”

He just chuckled like they’re the madman that just stated so fucking dumb.

“But I can’t have any discomfort for you Mc. You’re very special to me…” He brushed strands of hair from their hair.

His smile was dazed, possibly in a daydream. “But you won’t remove the chain.”

“Oh no, that’s a negative.” He moved down and placed his head on their thighs. Rubbing soft circles on them, “Despite it, I need you here…it’s just, I need to see you-

Happy and comfortable. So we can live a more, happy life.”

Their face grew disgusted, “Your morals are fucked…”

“I’m a demon, what did you expect.” His grew malicious.

—•—•—•—

His sleeping face was peaceful, void of any malicious he had before.

It was a habit for him to sleep so often, even with the whole, tying someone to a bed thing. It was a product of being cursed with sloth.

*How does he expect me to ever like this?* they clicked their tongue in annoyance.

The room was still dark as a cave, so they really couldn’t go anywhere. Especially with ankle chain that pinned them to the bed.

*Especially with no free movement…*

They touch the nearest wall, just to hold the feeling of any peace they could harvest.

Maybe it was the coldness of it?

Or maybe they could stare at it and mentally leave this wretched room.?

They didn’t know, but it was better than nothing.

—•—•—•—

“Belphegor can’t you just leave me alone?”

They hid and held their head, showing annoyance and just plain distaste.

“What got you going now?”

“You’re seriously asking me that?” They glanced at the man angrily.

“First off, you just took me into your attic and tied me down to the bed. Second, you keep talking about crazy things that won’t even happen?”

“They will.”

“Tch, how are you so sure? Especially when you’re so stupid as to make the person you love hate you?”

“You don’t.” “HAH, yeah right…”

They quickly planted themselves and faced the wall. Never pointing in his direction.

“Mc, look at me.” He wanted nothing more than to be looked at. Was it so hard to do that for him?

“Fuck. Off.” They nudged his arm away.

“Mc.”

“FUCK OFF.” Their voice was hard and bitter, making him jump a little.

Not before he sighed and rubbed his forehead.

“Mc, I’m not in the mood to explain everything…” “I’m not in the mood to talk with a piece of shit.”

*Sigh*

“Mc. Just…look at me real quick.” He said and petted their hair.

Recently washed and dried and smelled of lavender.

“You are so precious to me…I just, don’t want anything to happen to you. Nothing, nothing shall happen.”

“Understand that I’m doing this for you…” Their cold face faltered a little at his words.

But they still retaliated and stayed silent.

“And I know it may be hard to get accustomed to this. But we can work on thi—”

SLAP

*tick*

“Get the fuck away from me.”

His cheek stung and their hand felt red, “What made you think. That this was a good idea?”

“Are you psychotic? Are you just plain dumb?”

He slowly turned his head towards the person laying on the bed.

“You realize people are looking for me…? You stupid bitch.” Their face grew with a manic smile.

“So what is your plan mister kidnapper?”

…

….

…..

“Yeah, fucking nothing huh?”

They chuckled to themselves as their eyes glazed for as much as he could see.

“You’ve just hurt me all over again…”

“Hehe, I should’ve never trusted you. Your brothers are right.”

They curled in a ball as their breath grew shaky. “I should have never trusted you.”

He shifted his hand slowly and silently to their’s. He wanted to provide comfort, but had to do so in secret.

“I hate you…”

—•—•—•—

“Mc. Food is ready…”

“Not hungry.”

He could only see their backside. Seemly to be staring at the tiny window pointing towards the stars.

“Mc, you haven’t ate in a few days…” they heard his voice, but didn’t move an inch.

He sighed, he knew they would be difficult. That’s the whole beginning stages of it all.

Like having a baby, or maybe getting a new pet.

It all takes time, to achieve the sense of trust and love.

He wanted to put it on the bright side of things.

To make it easier for him.

“It’s something plain…Mammon made it. He misses you, so he made it in a…sort of memory since you disappeared.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Yeah, sure…”

While they never saw it, the nosies of clanking and metal hitting.

They had an idea that he was either organizing the food or doing something else.

Not sure what, just something.

“Alright…” the bed dipped in weight as they continued their activity.

What they didn’t expect was something poking their arm.

“What..!” They frantically moved but promptly fell of the bed.

Making them hiss in discomfort of the rude fall. “The fuck?! W-what are you trying to do!”

Looking at him, eyes laid on a little shiny pin like item.

An IV.

Small, but looked clean. Thank god.

“Food.” “That’s not food…” “It is, I heard on TV before that patients usually get these for some food related thing…”

He jokingly waved his hand, “So since you’re not eating…I have to…force it in you.”

“No…you’re not putting it in my arm.”

“Mc…”

“NO!”

“Please no…don’t, I don’t like it…I don’t like any of this…at ALL!”

They stomped their foot,

“Mc, you understand why food is important…?” “Yes, but—”

“Then you understand why I’m going to do this.”

Each took step he, they moved back.

Though it wouldn’t help their racing heart when they hit the wall.

“Mc.” “No! Leave me alone! G-go away!”

They tried pushing him away, wanting to have some sort of advantage.

But what luck would have,

“Mc!”

“Leave me—”

CRACK

“Huh…?”

*drip*

“You…broke my wrist.”

*drip*

“And the IV…”

—•—•—•—

“I’m sorry…I’m trying to be gentle.” He winced as they cried.

“Why?! Why did you-*cough* Do that?!”

Their eyes grew red, their cheeks became stained, and their wrist bruised by the second.

“Why…Why?! Tell me please!”

He was finally done, after trail and error. He made a functional splint, it wouldn’t do much as professional help would.

But he did his best.

Though he had no idea how to help them,

the crying person.

One he so loves, and the one he has hurt.

Maybe it was demonic instincts that did it? Or was he making another excuse?

“Mamaaa…please. Help meee.” “Ssshhh…Mc it’s done. It’s okay.”

He did what he could best,

Send them to sleep.

“Ssshhh, I know. But It’ll go away in no time…” brushing away their fizzled hair, he rubbed their cheek gently with his thumb.

“It’s okay Mc…I’m here to help.”

“Just sleep for now, I’ll be here when you wake up. Okay?”

“Mamaa…”

“I know…”

*drip*

—•—•—•—

“Though, at first. We didn’t know how to treat him.” He ranted as to fill in the empty silence that was of Mc.

They just stared at the ceiling, disassociated from the world entirely.

“We did all we could…” he placed his head on their chest, feeling their heartbeat and warmth. The things he adores most.

“With me, the only worst part that my horns. Extremely painful. Even nowadays.” He rubbed his head.

“But it faded as time went on.”

“Uh huh…” they muttered, still listed in a daydream of their own.

One of freedom, love, and the others.

Oh, how they missed them. Their stupid antics, funny yet adorable laughs, just…they missed them.

“So if you ever turn into a demon Mc. I’ll be there to help you the best I can…” He smiled, loving the comfort their warmth provided.

All for him.

And no one else.

“Okay…” He heard their empty reply, but didn’t mind it.

They’ll come around.

They have to,

If they ever wanted to leave.

*drip*

—•—•—•—

*drip*

—•—•—•—

“Belphie!! Where have you been?! We’ve been trying to search for ya for days!”

He saw his older rush to his position on the steps. “I…”

“Shh, Belphegor. You’re covered in blood. We have to get you cleaned. Beelzebub.”

“Okay…”

“C’mon…” His dazed eyes stared at his twin’s hand. It was still the same size but seemed to be roughed.

“But…I”

“Belphegor, you’re very out of it…We’ll be here okay? Go on now.”

Satan looked at his brother before patting his back.

“Okay…”

“What happened…?” Asmodeus trilled his longer strands of his peach hair.

“The blood’s days old, along with Belphegor disappearance…Seems like he wanted to find Mc.”

Satan made a conclusion, though he knew it was not full.

He still found holes in the answer. Ones he needed to check.

“But the blood smelled like…Mc’s?” Mammon shivered while the some others turned away.

“He possibly found their corpse.” Leviathan stated but he heard the fourth disagree.

“There’s no trail leading outside, and why would he climb through the attic’s window…?”

He pointed up, signaling the window that was impossibly high up.

“There’s something fishy…And I don’t like where’s its going…”

Without any other words, he followed the steps following into the attic.

“Be careful Satan!”

“I will.”

—•—•—•—

*Creak*

The metal door opened slowly, showing the way into the dark room.

The only light was that of the moon. Illuminating the pillows on the bed.

He noted the droplets of blood on them, along with the sheets.

*squish*

He shuddered at the horrible sound and feeling of a liquid socking into his shoe.

“More blood…”

His stomach turned and twisted as he took his slow steps.

Trying to maintain his breathing and harsh heartbeat.

“The smell…” he held his nose as the blood became coagulated in the late night.

But the trail of it didn’t help, it made all the worst.

It pointed to the closest, dived with blood.

“I-I…”

“SATAN?! You okay?!” He flinched but took his composure back.

“I’m still looking!”

His breathing came back rigid, and his head became dizzy.

“I…I can’t believe this…” he grabbed the handle.

Slowly, but surely.

It started to open, the smell that was trapped inside was finally aired throughout the room.

And hit him in the face, he resisted the urge to barf.

He pulled on the last part, and held his breath.

Before actually looking at the main being that caused this room to bleed.

Their blood, infected the woods.

Their mucus follow and laid almost yellowed.

The bugs that seemly crawled through to get here ate at it.

Enjoying the meal they were given.

The arm of the victim laid near their feet.

Along with their seemed to be vocal cords.

Their skin, paled and broken.

Sat in the corner, wasting away and providing nature with their corpse.

Along with it, their eyes stared to nowhere.

Only showing the terror they had succumbed to in their last moments.

It was all broken, ruined, and made the flood gates break and rush.

*PLEGH*

*COUGH*

….

………

…………..

End~

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fic here if you haven't read it!

i had the idea of vitalasubz funerary cannibalism pretty immediately after seeing "cannibalism" on the prompt list. it's a good concept. but i wasn't sure if i could get it to the minimum word count (it ended up juuuuust scraping by) so i decided to write the time loop fic first and then do the cannibalism as a bonus if i felt up for it

and then one of my friends (unrelatedly! without knowing about this!) started talking about eclipse fed cannibalism on discord, and i was like Man....i should write eclipse federation cannibalism....unfortunately i only really have enough ideas for One Scene of it.....and they were like write one scene then! and i went You Know What. youre right. and wrote this in one sitting

for research for this fic i read all of @erstwhilesparrow's mcyt cannibalism fics in a row. check those out if you haven't already: double life desertduo(&/)boat boys, limlife mean gills, 3rd life desertduo, new life owen(&/)scott

i knew basically as soon as i had the idea that i wanted to do stuff with the despawn timer. how much can you eat in 5 minutes, when you're grieving and dissociating and in shock, your action spurred on only by the knowledge that whatever you don't eat will disappear forever? that this is the only way to preserve anything at all of the one you love?

in contrast i did not know until literally the day of writing it that i was gonna do something with hearts-as-hearts. it was a good idea, though.

did you know that after subz dies, vitalasy stands without moving or speaking for 50 seconds, turns slightly, and then continues standing there without doing anything or speaking for another 13 seconds. yeah. fun little canon moment. it's also 63 seconds off the 5-minute despawn timer!

the title is from quattrocento by margaret atwood, which is a great poem. idk how well it actually works for this piece thematically, it works okay i think but i'm not doing a ton with serpent imagery here (even though i could! subz and eclipse are in fact totally doing various mythological snake imageries!) or with garden-of-eden stuff? but the imagery always stuck with me when writing cannibalism stuff and i hadn't gotten to use it for a title yet and figured this was my chance

cannibalism as devotion.... cannibalism as memorial...... mm. good stuff. i should have made a way to make this Eucharistic somehow, cannibalism-as-worship doesn't show up here as much but it would've slapped.

something that didn't make it into the fic but that i did have some thoughts about is vitalasy's feelings wrt zam + subz after this. i think he's glad, on some level, that he got to eat subz and zam didn't, but also he feels kind of guilty for feeling glad, but also he's arguing to himself that he shouldn't have to feel guilty, it's not like he stopped zam from being there, zam wasn't there bc zam isn't/wasn't on their team.

other stuff that is even less fic-relevant but that i've been thinking about is that you could do a lot with "if you kill someone you get their heart" + the various meanings cannibalism can have. cannibalism as domination of an opponent. cannibalism as possession. cannibalism as respecting someone's sacrifice. killing someone and then handing them their own heart to eat, when you kill someone and give them back the heart. yeah. fun possibilities!

shoutout to ihob. nothing much to say here other than i'm glad i somehow included ihob in the vitalasubz cannibalism fic. i love ihob. i love that bacon only eats pork chops even though they're worse than golden carrots! he's on three hearts anyway, what's the added saturation gonna do! i love the dumb fucking three-way contract for its ownership. i love. ihob.

fun fact: the only other fic on ao3 tagged with subz's suicide stream is ALSO a vitalasubz funerary cannibalism fic. i genuinely did not know this until after posting. what can i say, it's a good concept.

#therapists dni #my writing #any british ants in the chat?

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Things Doctor Alto Clef is No Longer Permitted to Do On Site

As ordered by Site Command, O5 Counsel, The Administrator, several SCPs, and generally everyone who ever met the man, Doctor Alto Clef is no longer permitted to do the following:

Not allowed to point at anyone and state "Someone tell 049 quickly, here's a clear case of the Pestilence if I ever saw one!"

Not allowed to give anything with artificial sweeteners to 999. Poor little blob had a horrible stomachache after the infamous episode with the sugar-free gummy bears. Incidentally, the cleaning bill is coming out of your pay.

Not allowed to suggest anomalies to "reeducate" or "reclassify". We know how you'd prefer to classify 682, but it can't be done. And a more intelligent person would stop trying.

Not allowed to smile at staff or anomalies "in a threatening way". Frankly, you're lucky Agent Markovich only gave you a black eye.

Not allowed to "menace" staff with that damned ukulele. But feel free to torture the Chaos Insurgency to your warped heart's delight; those guys are assholes who can not just eat a bag of dicks, but choke on them.

Speaking of bags of dicks... stop sending them to Doctor Bright. His entire desk is overladen with gummy genitalia.

Not allowed to suggest movies to Doctor Bright. The "SCP Fight Club" was your fault, a bad idea all round, and got much worse once 076-2 tagged in.

Not allowed to read bedtime stories to any children on site. We do NOT need another incident of " Where's My Cow?"

Not allowed to tell D-Class that 096 "just needs a hug" and "he's not so scary, just sing to him and you'll be fine".

Not allowed to suggest Site Spirit Day ideas. Yes, Daganronpa is a great series. But... no one wants to live in Hope's Peak Academy, if only for one day. And the Monokumas were just overdoing it.

Not allowed to follow Doctor Gears around with a music app set to "Mr. Roboto" by Styx. Doctor Gears is NOT a robot or any variant thereof.

Not allowed to cook for anyone. Seriously, those pancakes were so hard you could use them as clay pigeons, and somehow the bacon was so raw the pig didn't even notice it was missing yet.

No more gurney racing! We get more than enough injuries on site to begin with.

Not allowed to dress the anomalies. 173 may not have cared about the wig and dress, but we dare you to try it on 076-2 or 106 if you're THAT bored.

Not allowed to start sing-alongs. You know what you did.

Not allowed to barter, buy, sell, lease, or rent souls. How do you even rent a soul? Never mind, that's a rabbit hole best avoided.

Alcohol is not permitted on site. Even if Doctor Bright drives us to drink. Where did the vodka even come from?

Not allowed to request alcohol from 294. Just in case.

Not allowed to use his ukulele as a melee weapon. Just play it, whomever is attacking will surrender instead of hearing that.

Not allowed to create improvised explosives. Kung Pao Chicken does NOT require gunpowder. How did you even turn a live chicken into a clucking grenade?

Not allowed to practice horticulture. Combustible lemons were bad enough, but making them insult you as they hit you is a bit much.

Not allowed to "decommission" anomalies without authorization from above. Doctor Bright does not count. Doctor Gears does count, but he's not likely to agree.

Not allowed to refer to new hires as "fresh meat for the grinder". First... creepy much, Alto? Second, it's just cruel.

No more than 75 kills per day. Sorry, but in this economy ANY help is hard to find, especially good help.

Not allowed to feed the anomalies marijuana brownies. We don't even know how 073 was even able to eat it due to his properties. But seeing 682 stoned was funny. Who knew the big nearly undead bastard had a plethora of dad jokes? Not the three D-Class who nearly died laughing. Still, don't do it again.

For the last damn time... 714 is NOT a Green Lantern Power Ring, we have no such item, there is no Power Battery hidden in the Keter Wing, and you should stop telling staff and D-Class this. We're losing 6 people a day to this nonsense.

Not allowed to refer to his exploding poultry as "chicken riggies", no matter how humorous it may be.

Not allowed to go "undercover" in the women's restrooms, showers, or lockerrooms on site. No, not even for "research". Especially not for THAT kind of "research". Get a RealDoll, Alto!

Not allowed to encourage Doctor Bright in his shenanigans. Does Jack Bright really need encouragement like that?

Not allowed to perform unauthorized tests on staff or anomalies. Putting a "Free Hugs" sign on 049's back was not funny, and if 049 hadn't noticed who knows what would happen.

Not allowed to point at staff in hazmat gear and chant "Unclean. Unclean." Especially not around 049.

"More shotguns" will not solve all problems. Stop suggesting it.

There will NEVER be a "Dress Like a Ninja" day here. Stop trying to make it happen.

Not allowed to "rent" out his services as a "divorce mediator". No one needs your kind of mediation.

No stalking the staff. Period. No, not even if they're a suspected security risk.

If it's on the Bright List, don't. And stop suggesting new ideas to him.

There are no maps for the Wanderer's Library. Please stop selling them.

Jello shots do not typically involve firearms.

Stop referring to Bright Duty as "Witless Protection".

Not allowed to show episodes of "The Twilight Zone" to anomalies. Ferdinand is still looking for that damned cookbook.

#scp foundation #tales from site redacted #dr clef

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love-islike-abomb · 7 months

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Renegade: part 13

Roman reigns x OC scarlet

Gif credit: @romanreigns

Warnings: errors I may have missed

Tag list: @angelreigns444 @acknowledge-reigns

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The next morning

Scarlet's pov

Telling Joe I was pregnant and seeing the smile on his face melted my heart! A witch and a gargoyle! I had to make a doctor's appointment so I looked around in our area to see if I could find one. I happened across one with a friendly face and I called and made an Appointment. They had one for tomorrow at 10am. We were gonna get to see our baby very soon. I was nervous given everything I found out the last few days. Joe has been amazing though. I'm only 6 weeks and he's already rubbing my feet and asking me what cravings I have even though they haven't hit yet. I do have some nausea though which sucks but thas to be expected. Insomnia as well but I've always had issues with that.

I got out of bed to go downstairs to make breakfast since Joe was still asleep but I knew once he smelled food he'd be awake. I started cooking bacon and sure enough he comes walking into the kitchen wrapping his strong arms around me kissing my neck "good morning beautiful" he said in my ear.

I smiled "good morning gorgeous"

"I never get tired of seeing you cooking breakfast in nothing but a bra and panties!" He growled grabbing my ass.

"That's how bean got in here" I giggled pointing at my stomach.

"If you weren't pregnant before last night you definitely would have been. I can never get enough of you!" He said giving me a kiss.

"I love it when you come down in just your boxers! I could watch that all damn day!" I blushed. "Im hungry though And i need food so lemme finish breakfast"

"I'll set the table!" He smiled getting 2 plates and 2 forks.

When I finished cooking we sat down at the table and I've never been so hungry in all my life! I was only 6 weeks but then I remember I was pregnant with a gargoyle/witch hybrid. It was bound to be a little different.

"I made a doctor's appointment for tomorrow so we get to see bean for the first time" I smiled

"I can't wait" he smiled back

A loud crash suddenly Drew our attention away from bean. Joe ran towards the sound of the noise. In the living room lay a man with black hair that was a little shorter then Joe's "Drew?" Joe asked.

"Who's Drew?" I asked.

"An old friend. He's a lycan!" Joe said

"A lycan? You mean a werewolf? Oh my gods! Things just get better and better every day don't they?" I said trying to wrap my head around what I just heard.

"Joe, you have to get her out of here! Jonathon isnt your only enemy! There's several people who don't want the 2 of you together because the baby that grows inside of her" he said pointing at me "is going to fulfill the prophecy!"

"Wait how do you know about my baby? And what prophecy?" I said

"Your scent!" He said "and I think you and Joe should talk. I need to go before they come back!"

He turned on leapt out the window landing in his feet before disappearing into the woods "Joe what is he talking about?"

He sighed "come on, we need to talk"

#roman reigns #big daddy uce #wwe x oc #roman reigns x oc #wwe fanfiction #roman reigns fanfiction #drew mcintyre #Spotify

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kyoongboxi · 1 year

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Dine in —

[Baekhyun AU]

[chap.] one — two

Summary; Kim never thought that she would get a very bad dream. All she wants just killing her boredom by doing a late night drive but who would've thought she was actually stuck, repeatedly crossing the same road over and over again spinning around at the same time, trapped somewhere strange as well with the stranger.

Pairing; Baekhyun x OC

Genre; suspense, romance

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The voice belongs to Roy Orbison seems so nostalgic for the listeners. There she is, the brown haired woman humming to his Oh Pretty Woman while her eyes focusing to the front, hands gently twisting the wheel to the parking lot. She has been driving for at least three hours. Intended to kill her boredom so late night drive is the best option.

Sage Diner was written in white, surrounded by a red lighting so she can spotted it from afar. The woman decided to take a break to order some food because she feels hungry. She left the house with empty stomach. Not wasting anymore time, she hopped off her jeep. Walking into the entrance as the door chimes softly.

Another oldies greeted her ears as she get in. She spotted the waiter was kind of busy wiping the glass and plate behind the counter, didn't notice there was someone coming until she decided to sit on the long counter in front of him.

"Sorry. Didn't notice you there" He placed the glass down, walking towards where the woman sat and offering her a smile. The man has a dark hair, a bit messy and parted to each side showing his forehead into her view. "Wanna order something?"

She nodded as she returned his smile. "I'll just have a cheeseburger with fries.. And um.. Strawberry juice. Is it still available?"

"Alright. We'll deliver your food in five minutes.. Or more" The man with the black long sleeved shirt turned around. He was also wearing his apron paired with jeans.

"I'm sorry— Bacon? Am I reading your name tag right?" Her voice made his steps stopped. The man turned around to face her again as he chuckled. "Yeah. Its silly. Just call me Baekhyun. Anything you need, miss?"

"Kim—"

"Anything you need Miss Kim?"

"Can I ask what time is it? Since I didn't see any clock hanging on the wall—"

"Its probably around 2 a.m in the morning. But time just don't work in here" That was the last sentence she heard after he left her with another chuckles. She rolled her eyes because she knows he was just messing around.

Kim titled her head slightly, eyeing her surroundings and the decorations until she realized that she was alone. Her eyes glanced over to the window, spotting her jeep is the only vehicle on the parking lot. She then rose up from her feet. Walking towards the jukebox, she crouched down a bit, watching the spinning vinyl record carefully because she didn't know how its supposed to works.

The more she watched it, the more she realized that the vinyl was spinning backwards? She frowned. Listening to the song but she was pretty sure the songs seems just fine. Kim once heard one of her friends saying if you hear a song playing backwards, there's one thing you should do, run. Because it was nothing more than some satanic rituals. Even if doesn't make any sense that such a thing exist.

She was about to take a closer look until a light tap on her shoulder almost startling her to death. "Wow— easy"

"You startled me" Kim protested. She rose up, staring into the man right away until he spoke again. "I'm sorry. I rang the bell but you didn't hear. Your food is ready" He gestured, pointing to the counter as he walked behind it.

Kim muttered to thank him before she went back to her chair. The couple of next minute moved in silence. Only the sound of her fork and the soft oldies music from the jukebox filled the room. Baekhyun continuing doing his job. Wiping the glass and the plate before putting it back on the shelf carefully.

The more silence formed, the more uncomfortable feeling she felt. So she decided to opened her mouth again to ask him. "Why so quiet in here.. Are you alone? Where's the other?"

Baekhyun immediately stopped. Eyes shifted into her brown one. "Yeah. They leave early"

"Not even one person getting overtime shift with you? Just you? Why don't you leave then no ones will know. Beside there's no people other than me... And you" She replied. Realizing that no vehicle has ever crossed the road from the moment she arrived.

"I can't leave yet. This place is old. Must be your first time crossing this way, yeah?"

Kim nodded. Looking back at her food, she left it unfinished. Her appetite vanished somewhere, but the uncomfortable feeling stays. "It is usually like this? No cars crossing the way ever since I got here"

She found that she was asking him again but he didn't reply. Just simply focusing to wipe the glass and plate. The music is already stopped from a minute ago. Leaving a dead silence between the two of them. "Uh— I'll just take my leave. You can keep the change"

The woman with brown hair finally stood up. Leaving a couple of money on the table before turning around. Ready to take her leave. She heard him muttered a soft thank you before her palm pushing the door outside. Kim walked further. Looking around hoping there would be another vehicle coming but there is none.

Until she finally back to her jeep. Checking on her phone and it showed around 2 a.m in the morning. She was about to open the maps until she realized her phone showed no signal. Just typical, she thought. Actually Kim feels like she have crossed this way before this. She remembered it was daytime, and she sat on the passenger seat with her friend driving. But she didn't notice that Sage Diner was there, which is odd.

So she brushed the feeling away and started the engine. Stepping on the gas carefully as she twist the wheel gently to get back on the road. Staying in the same lane for a minute, she noticed a bright lights reflecting in the rearview mirror, followed by a body of truck finally came into her view because it drove pass her car.

It was such a relief for the woman seeing another vehicle passing by. She then stepping on the gas deeper before twisting the wheel to the right. Continue to drive until her eyes spotting a large neon box glimmering on red lights from afar.

Kim drove closer and closer, noticed she was crossing this way again because the glimmering red lights she spotted earlier was the Sage Diner. She frowned as she leaned forward. Eyes focusing on the diner when her car crossed it once again. She can assure that she's not drunk. Turning right is the only option because she just followed the path.

One second later, her vision was blinded by the lights from her rearview mirror before another truck drove past her car again. "What the fuck?"

She wondered what is actually happened. Kim slowed down her speed. Eyeing the areas, making sure she turn her car to the right way because there is no other way beside turning into right.

Sage Diner was once again come into her view. After being left confused, she was now pissed off. She stepped on the gas deeper. Allowing her car to speed up. And when another truck passed by, she honk the horn repeatedly. Hoping the driver will notice her presence but not at all. Kim crossed the same way over and over again until she crossed it four times, with the same truck, same right turn, same diner.

"What the fuck just happened?"

#baekhyun fluff #baekhyun scenarios #baekhyun scenario #baekhyun oneshot #baekhyun fanfic #baekhyun fanfiction #baekhyun au

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hattywatch · 1 year

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J. Vesey - July for the Whole Year Ch5.

A/N: I had such a hard time getting these two to do what I wanted them to do. I wanted more pining, more misunderstandings, more ANGST. Alas, they had other ideas. Enjoy ;) ((All reblog tags are thoroughly read and fangirl-ed over))

<< Chapter 4:

September 2021

"It sucks. I should have trained harder," this the closest you've seen Jimmy to tears and it's bringing you to the edge yourself. The frustration slips off his skin and rankles your shoulders, itching to take some of the pressure off of his.

Shaking your head you answer, "No, you give 110% all the time, Jimmy. It's going to happen, you're going to show them your worth and how talented you are and it'll work out. I know it."

It's a Sunday afternoon and Jersey is interested. They have him on a professional try out and he should know by the end of preseason if he's got a spot or not. Since he's staying in Jersey, it's a short train ride for him to get breakfast with you in the city, and it's so much better than him being on the other coast. You're getting a little spoiled by it- having him close again. A call away after you get out of work to grab a coffee. Just a shout to have him meeting you for brunch on his day off. You barely whisper an idea before he’s getting on a train and he’s at your door.

Maybe you talk a big game of confidence to him- because you have all the confidence in the world in the man sitting in front of you- but you're still nervous. Permanence in Jersey would be amazing. Less than an hour away, you'd get your best friend back and maybe one day you'll flex your confidence in yourself, get your head out of your ass, and tell him some of these feelings you've been squashing.

"Maybe I should just hang 'em up. Go play in Europe," he shoves a piece of bacon in his mouth.

You steal a piece off his plate, "That's too far. I just got you back here," you frown and nibble at his bacon.

He doesn't quite meet your eyes when he answers, "You could come, too."

Your heart kicks up an erratic rhythm as you search his face for any hint of a joke, but you don't find one, and that's more unsettling than the alternative.

He grabs the check and heads to the front to pay, swagger in his step, like he didn’t just rock your world on its axis.

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"I don't think he was serious," Gracia scoffs and sips her beer, rolling her eyes so far back you can only see the whites. You hear the door slam behind her and Brady walks into frame. He bends down and gives her a kiss on the top of her head and waves to you through the camera.

"Girls’ night?" The perpetual smile stretched across his face is comforting.

You confirm, nodding. "I'm having a crisis."

Brady nods sagely, "A Jimmy-sized crisis?"

"How'd you know?" He shrugs but smirks and tells Gracia he'll talk to her later.

"Before I was interrupted- he was absolutely serious," she gets a little closer to the screen and drops her voice, and you appreciate the effort to be discreet, even though you know telling her is the same as sending the story certified-mail to Brady himself. "What are you going to do about it?"

"I don't know. I'm working through it. If he ever offers again, maybe I'll take him up on it. I work mostly remote now and my parents retired during the pandemic, so they're not nearby anymore. Nothing is holding me here."

Gracia interjects, "Now's the time, girl."

Sipping your drink thoughtfully you know she's right, but far be it from you to pump the rumor mill. "Okay, enough about me. Tell me about your honeymoon, please."

Gracias smiles, "I have pictures. Let me share my screen."

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October 2021

Jimmy's staying in a hotel in Jersey while he attends camp. He said the bed sucks so he's been crashing on your couch damn near every weekend; he’s a fixture in your place, just as much as your ottoman.

The coffee maker is dripping a new pot as you help him fold the blankets when he gets the call.

He nervously answers, you see his agent's name light up the screen. Left hand holding his phone to his ear, the right one clenched hard in his pocket, you wait on pins and needles, biting your lip in an effort to keep a neutral face, ready to support him either way.

It’s not long before Jimmy’s face splits into a grin and you can let go of your lip, swollen and red. He grabs your hand and squeezes.

"Amazing. Yeah send it over I'd be happy to sign it," you squeeze his hand back and your cheeks hurt from how wide your smile is. "Yeah, thank you. Talk to you soon. Bye."

You're jumping up and down before he can get his phone back in his pocket. “You’re staying?!” It didn’t seem possible, but his smile widens as he nods, and you laugh jumping up and down before he opens his arms and you jump up into them. Entangled, he spins you around and you lean back laughing and winsome, hands interlocked behind his neck to see his smile giving way to dimples in his cheeks.

When your eyes meet for a scant second, the high drains rapidly, spiraling down the sink like the plug was pulled, too aware of your ankles locked behind his back and his hands under your ass.

He drops you immediately and you find your footing as he tucks his hands back into his pockets, stumbling over excuses to high-tail it out of your place, “I have to go- call my parents, a realtor, start getting my stuff shipped. See you later?”

It would be weird to let a little accidental butt grab get in the way of everything you built, so you’re genuine when you muster a smile, “Obviously. Go get your ducks in a row. I’ll start sending you apartment listings.” Locking the door behind him, you feel more hopeful and fanciful than you have in years.

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November 2021

Before you know it, you slip into the easy habit of being with Jimmy. It’s like no time at all has passed and you’re greedy with it. Like a dry sponge soaking up as much water as possible, you fill all your free time with Jimmy.

Trying to make up for the distance that tore you apart with miles and time-zones, you patched yourselves together with phone calls and video chats when they were just a sad facsimile of the real thing. But now… now you have time to sew your friendship carefully back together, reinforcing the stitches; making it stronger, more durable, hardier than before and you both are too willing to put in the work.

It’s implied that each weekend off is spent together. There’s a drawer in your dresser dedicated to sweats he’s left behind, and you’re sure you’re using at least half of his new bathroom's medicine cabinet with your skincare routine.

It feels good. It feels natural. It feels easy.

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Finally, you make it to Jersey for a game versus Philly. Kevin's in and you'll get to see them both tonight, dinner plans set no matter how the game turns out. You have a jersey, Jimmy’s name across your shoulder blades and a 16 on your sleeve. Watching the boys live has electricity in your veins and a megawatt smile on your face. It's an icy Sunday night, but you took off from work Monday so you can stay the night at Jimmy’s, and say bye before he leaves for a string of west coast games.

The Devils win handily, a 7 goal game that ends 5 to 2. Neither Jimmy nor Kevin played great, but when you see them walking out of the tunnel, shoulder to shoulder, it’s just like old times back at the Garden. Kevin looks up and sees you first, Jimmy still looking down at his feet, mouth moving a mile a minute as he speaks under his breath to Kevin.

Kevin plasters a shit-eating grin on his face and winks. His voice is loud and echoes in the hall, “Speak of the devil, there’s your girl now!” In the past your face would have gone hot and red, maybe you would have stammered out a lame retort at Kevin’s antics, but you just roll your eyes and hold out your arms.

“Yes, here I am,” Jimmy rolls his eyes too, slugging Kevin on the shoulder as they approach.

“Take me to eat, I’m starving,” Kevin’s suit jacket is already off and slung over his shoulder and you know Jimmy’s itching to get out of his, hating the way a suit constricts his movement.

You nod, “I made reservations.”

______ Nothing has changed, despite the two boys cycling through various sweaters for the last few seasons. Kevin proves himself still supremely inconvenient to your love life throughout dinner.

"Kevin I swear to God," you mumble around a mouthful of sushi.

He dips his roll in soy sauce, "I'm just curious! I wanna meet whoever is giving it to you on the regular these days."

Piling ginger onto your salmon roll you reply without lifting your eyes, "No one is giving me anything on the regular. I assure you, I'd know."

He shrugs, "You just seem happy. I thought maybe you were getting laid. Must be another reason." He's quiet for a second, munching thoughtfully on a shrimp moneybag.

You're sure you've made it out unscathed, but he turns to face Jimmy and you're ready to stab your own eardrums with your chopsticks to evade hearing whatever is surely coming next out of Kevin's mouth.

"What about you Jimbo, you giving it to anyone of importance these days?"

Jimmy handles Kevin the way only a lifelong friend knows how. Before Kevin can get the question out of his mouth, Jimmy raises his brows, "You that hard up, buddy? Sorry to say I only see you as a friend."

You choke on your laughter, feeling the tingle of wasabi in your nose, but Kevin takes it in stride. "Nah, if I wanted to bang a friend I'd have made a move by now." He stands up to suss out the bathroom and leaves a thick silence coating you and Jimmy.

"I swear I thought I missed him," Jimmy shoves a California roll into his mouth and you nod.

"Ah yes, the remedy for missing Kev, is actually seeing Kev, unfortunately." You meet his eyes briefly and they're warm and assessing while he lets a small laugh pass his lips.

Kevin peeks over your shoulder, "I just felt you talking shit. Felt it in my soul," he shakes your shoulder with a large hand as he sits next to you.

"I mean… you're right, so please also tell me the lotto numbers, Miss Cleo?"

Kevin laughs and pulls out his wallet signaling to the waiter. "You need a ride back to the train or anything? I'm going to grab a cab that way."

Picking up your napkin you wipe your mouth and drop it onto your empty plate, "Nah, I'm staying by Jim's tonight. I'm off tomorrow."

Kevin props his elbows on the table and rests his face in his hands. You chance a glance to Jimmy, bewildered, before patting Kevin on the back, "Are- are you okay?"

He's muffled, but manages, "Why do you guys keep leaving this open for me to dunk on? I don't have the restraint!" Your pat turns into a chiding slap.

"Oh my God, shut up Hayes." He continues throwing you suggestive looks any time Jimmy looks away until his Uber pulls up to the curb.

When he hugs you goodbye, you hope Jimmy has been afflicted with momentary deafness and misses the muttered innuendo of, "Hope you get dicked down tonight," before Kevin steps back and shouts "love you!" tumbling into his cab.

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Your Uber pulls up a few minutes after Kev's. The ride back to Jimmy's is only about 15 minutes, but the single glass of wine you had at dinner is taking its toll. Jimmy's gracious when your head falls onto his shoulder, stacking his on top of yours.

"Tired?" he mumbles into your hair. You nod in reply, knowing he can feel it under his cheek.

The car pulls up to his building and he helps you out before looping his arm around your waist as you trudge up the stairs in your heeled boots. "Did your TV come today? I think I have one more glass of wine in me."

He shakes his head, "Shipping delay. They said next week. I finally hung the bedroom one, though."

You step back and let Jimmy unlock his door. "That works," you perk up, kicking off your boots by the door and slinging your winter coat over a stool at the kitchen island, before grabbing a glass from the cupboard to the right of the sink. "Want one?"

Jimmy looks up at you while working on the knot of his tie and toe-ing off his dress shoes, "Yeah just one, though." You grab another glass from the cabinet and fill it with the sweet white that Jimmy keeps in the house for you, since you know he prefers beer over all else.

When you sit side-by-side on his bed, socked feet dangling over the edge, it seems like a great idea. He clicks on the TV to House-Hunters and you spend the first glass of wine poking fun at the couples who always seem to be a partnership of the most annoying individuals the producers can find.

It still seems like a great idea when Jimmy gets up and leaves the room and comes back in sweats and a t-shirt with two more glasses of wine and hands you your share before plopping down, sitting with his back against the headboard and his own wine glass propped on his thigh.

You deem it a good idea to take the next commercial break to wash your face and change into a pair of leggings and one of Jimmy’s sweatshirts, since his apartment is always just this side of cold- and join him against the headboard.

It doesn’t seem like a particularly good idea or bad idea- so you remain neutral as you pick up your side of the comforter and slide your cold feet under the thick blanket. Jimmy mirrors you on his side, and changes the channel during a commercial.

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Hindsight is 20/20, so it’s very easy now, with the first rays of sunrise peeking through the bedroom curtains, to realize that pulling the covers up to your chin and plugging in your phone on Jimmy’s nightstand were bad ideas. They seemed innocuous at the time, but in the sobering morning light, you feel the heavy weight of them.

Speaking of heavy feelings, you grasp at your ribcage only to find a lanky arm wound around it, fist clutching the sheets in front of your body.

The clock on the nightstand reads 5:03, so you sleepily make you worst decision of the past 12 hours and choose to close your eyes and press back into the warm heat of Jimmy’s body and let it lull you back to sleep.

The next time you wake the sun is brighter and the arm around you squeezes slightly. It stops abruptly, paralyzed for a second before you hear a sharp inhale of breath behind you. Jimmy’s so close you feel him slowly let the breath out against the nape of your neck.

“Shit,” it’s soft but you hear it anyway.

You're left cold when he gently removes his arm from around you and rolls out of the bed.

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The speed that Jimmy accesses running around his apartment packing is actually pretty impressive. You’d be more impressed if you weren’t worried he was doing this to avoid looking at you directly. Still in pjs, you’re slowly sipping your coffee, feet tucked up underneath you on his couch trying your very best to be relaxed about this whole situation.

“I could help you pack, you know,” you yell towards his open bedroom door. The thump you hear sounds suspiciously like Jimmy knocking his head against his bathroom cabinet. The hasty curse that follows confirms your hypothesis.

He replies with a croaked, “I got it. Almost done,” and you accept your fate on the couch.

“You going to be good here if I leave? I don't think I have time to drop you at the train.” Jimmy walks back into the living room, luggage in hand. “ We overslept a little," Jimmy walks back into the living room, luggage in hand and speaks mostly to the floor.

Smiling up at him, you nod. "I am fully capable, yes. I'll lock up behind me," you promise. His face relaxes a touch and you can see a red mark on his forehead where you confirm that, yes, he did whack his head against the cabinet.

Standing, you walk around Jimmy to drop your mug in the sink knowing you'll wash it before you go. You stand in front of him (blocking his escape route to the front door) to confirm, "See you in a week?" Trying to inject some hopefulness into your voice, you silently pray whatever awkwardness is still clinging to Jimmy after your impromptu bed-sharing will be scrubbed clean after this away stretch.

At the same time, you hope you can shove him back into that box in your heart and stop making things weird with your best friend. Surely, no man who's interested in you would be reacting in the way Jimmy is, frenetic and downright dodgy.

You can't remember the last time Jimmy was anything but calm, quiet sureness around you – maybe when you first met and he came to your door with bagels, if you really had to put a date on it.

He nods like you’ve seen him do in intermission interviews, brows drawn together and mouth in a hard line. You’re sure he’s going to give you some platitude about playing a full 60, but he just promises back, "Of course." After checking his watch he tacks on, "But I do have to go now." He leans down to hug you and you wrap your arms tight around his middle.

When your phone rings shrilly, still on the couch, you turn your head to glimpse at the caller id. That's your plan anyway, but you're surprised when your lips catch Jimmy's, clearly in their path to your cheek before you jerked your head to the right and intercepted them.

It's shy and perfect for only a second, both of you tentatively leaning in and tilting your heads, before Jimmy breaks the kiss and looks down at you, confusion pinching his brows together. "I'm sorry. I-"

Before he can finish, you cut him off. Shaking your head with your eyes closed, you spill your secret.

"I'm not."

Your voice is breathier than you want it to be, but you realize that you want this more than anything you've ever wanted before, so you power through your embarrassment, heart thrumming harshly in your chest and palms sweating where they’re clutched behind Jimmy’s back.

You've made some questionable decisions in the past few hours, but you'd hate yourself forever if you didn't make your intentions explicitly clear.

And Jimmy- Jimmy has never once let you down since you've known him and he keeps that impeccable streak going as he croaks out a soft, "Finally," and brings his perfect mouth to yours with purpose this time.

The arm that was hugging you to him is joined by the other, and you hear the clatter of his luggage falling to the hardwood. He doubles down, dragging his hand up and into your messy bed head. When he thumbs at the pulse point behind your ear, it's visceral when you bite at his lip in retaliation and you feel him smile before his mouth leaves yours and his lips and tongue follow the path his thumb found over the thin skin just below your right ear. It makes you breathe in sharply, his name slipping softly out of your mouth before he brings his lips back to yours and swallows your moan.

His mouth feels holy against you, intimate and reverent, promising he’ll be back for more.

After a messy moment of teeth and tongues, a meeting you've both been silently, secretly awaiting, he pulls back and holds your face as gently as glass. Eyes closed and lashes against his cheek he's smirky when he delivers the bad news, gently shaking his head. "As much as I don't want to. I have to leave. I don't want to miss the flight."

"See you in a week?" You remind him, now so sure he’ll give you the exact answer that you want, genuinely and doubtlessly.

He leans back in and gives you one more languid kiss before he picks up the forgotten luggage and heads towards the door.

“6 days. I’ll be counting the seconds.”

The door closes behind him and you know you’ll be doing the same.

#jimmy vesey imagine #jimmy vesey fic #new york rangers fic #new jersey devils fic #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl blurb #hockey imagine #hockey fic #reader insert #relationships #first kiss #mutual pining #idiots in denial #idiots in love #bed sharing

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vampyrsutton · 2 years

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Dabi X Hawks X Shiggy~Threesome/Oral

Summary:

Hawks wants to know what that mouth do.

Ao3 Tags:

Threesome - M/M/M, Oral Sex, Kinktober, Kinktober 2021, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Dirty Talk, Wing Kink, Overstimulation, Genital Piercing, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has a Big Dick, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has Genital Piercings, LOV Is A Big Open Relationship

"Hey, Crusty?" Dabi hums, leaning over the back of the couch Shiggy is curled on playing the switch Hawks brought him. "You know how Spinner outed how flexible and good with your mouth you are?"

"What about it, Burnt Nugget?" Shigaraki mutters, not looking up from his game. Animal Crossing by the sound of the music, something about stress relief?

"Well, the birdie hasn't stopped asking about it but knows he'll never stop being called the League's sugar daddy if he asks you directly so I'm here to shut him up. Want another round?" Dabi smirks, chuckling when he hears the game save.

"...Mayhaps?" Shigaraki eventually mumbles. "What are the conditions?"

"I at the very least wanna still be in the room though I definitely wouldn't mind joining." Dabi snickers, messing with Shiggy's hair a little to annoy him. "The drawing gloves if you plan to touch his wings. A little tip, he's really sensitive at the base of his wings, will be like putty in your hands. He doesn’t care whether you choose to fuck him into the mattress or not he just wants to know 'what that mouth do?'." The flame user laughs.

Shigaraki vehemently ignores the heat that rushes to his ears. "I can work with that... And I'm kinda curious about that newest piercing of yours so feel free to join I guess." He shrugs, putting his game to the side. "So tonight or?"

"Let me talk to him first, but yeah probably." Dabi shrugs, pushing off the couch. "He should be flying at around eight." He smirks wickedly. "If you wanna ruffle his feathers a bit first, feel free."

Shigaraki grins mischievously, flopping back down with the switch to continue his landscaping. "Don't have to tell me twice. I'll make sure to send him back to you a blushing mess."

"I expect to see his feathers all puffed up!" Dabi laughs as he slinks back to his room.

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"Oh, so the little birdy finally joins us!" Shigaraki snickers when Hawks flies in around 8:30. To be honest, he looks like hell. His coat is covered in dirt and blood, his shirt ripped in multiple places that whatever was underneath the healers already took care of. His pants were also heavily charred, glasses broken, and hair an even bigger mess than usual.

“I was a little busy.” Hawks huffs, dredging over to the couch and shredding the basically ruined coat and what’s left of his shirt as he goes. “Hero commission will just get a new coat. I assume one of you know how to clean his up so it doesn’t go to waste?”

Toga appears out of seemingly nowhere to examine the coat. “It’s starting to get chilly. This is mine now. Compress! Can you come to the store with me? I need to get some things to clean this!��

There’s a sigh from over by the current makeshift bar before Compress is coming to follow. “I guess you did need a new coat.”

The other members had cleared out, having heard Dabi’s scheming earlier, and left Shiggy and Hawks alone on the couch. Eventually, Hawks noticed the League leader staring at him and turned his head to glare.

“Why are you staring?” Hawks glares.

“Hmm? Oh just enjoying the free show.” Shigaraki smirks, gesturing to the currently half-naked hero with the sucker in his hand.

Hawks looks down before flushing. “Well, I’m not just going to sit in bloody, dirty clothes.” He huffs, pouting.

“I’m not complaining.” Shigaraki shrugs, plopping his sucker back in his mouth. “Bacon Bits wants to talk to you after you chill a bit so sit and relax.” He mumbles around the sucker in his mouth, ‘casually’ doing some fancy maneuver with his tongue before sucking it back in his mouth.

It’s Hawks turn to stare as whatever snarky response he had is forced out of his brain by his libido. He watched as Shigaraki’s tongue all so ‘casually’ wrapped around the sucker as his cheeks hallowed before he let the sucker relax on his tongue once more. Hawks honestly forgot what he was in such a shitty mood for until he remembered that Shiggy said Dabi wanted to talk to him and his eyes narrow. He seems to calculate something in his head before his face flushes bright pink.

“He told you didn’t he?” Hawks squeaks.

“That you wanted to know ‘what that mouth do?’? Yes, yes he did.” Shigaraki smirks, lifting a gloved hand. “Was told I can touch the wings?”

“With the dex I’ve seen when you’re playing games? Yes.” Hawks nods immediately before tilting his head. “Why does Dabs want to see me?”

“He was going to tell you he talked to me, probably tease you. Guess he forgot you’re stupid observant when you’re still in hero mode." The young leader snickers. "I was just supposed to 'ruffle your feathers’ a bit before you went in."

Hawks nods, giving a thoughtful hum before his look turns mischievous. "Wanna pull a reverse?"

"His condition was he wants to be in the room." Shigaraki shrugs.

Hawks grin just widens. "Wanna hide in my wings and we tease him?"

Shigaraki's eyes widen in glee. "I can hide in them too?! Hell yeah!" He grins, waiting for Hawks to stand before clamoring onto his back and waiting for Hawks to envelope him in red fluff. "Okay. I'm ready." He snickers quietly.

Hawks chuckles, walking down the halls to Dabi's room with a few feathers helping them to keep balanced. After knocking, he peeks into the room curiously. "Hey, Shigs said you wanted to see me?"

"Hey, pretty bird," Dabi smirks, beckoning him over to hold him by the hair and kiss the sense out of him. "Got a little surprise for you."

"What? What's the surprise?" Hawks asks excitedly, letting a small feather free when Shiggy tugs on it lightly.

Dabi starts talking but Hawks is having a hard time paying attention with Shigaraki now giving his feather the same attention he was giving the sucker earlier.

“...-ked to Shiggy and-...said he’d want-...-piercing-... So what do you think?” Is all Hawks gets from the conversation.

“Yeah, sound grEat! Mmmn~!” Hawks squeaks, moaning when Shigaraki starts playing with the base of his wings.

“You asshats already started, didn’t you?” Dabi smirks. “Is he in the main area with a feather?”

Hawks opens his wings, allowing Shigaraki to snake his hands around and play with the bird’s nipples, snickering when the hero’s legs shake. “Guess again, Bacon Bits.” He smirks over Hawks’ shoulder.

Dabi raises an eyebrow, his smirk growing. “You let his mouth around that many feathers, and tried to hold a conversation? You didn’t hear a damn thing I said did you?”

“You could have just sAid you were going to make good on your prOmise to make me a roast chicken for Ahh~all I know, and I wouldn’t gIve a dahhh-damn right now! Fuck Shigs! How can you even do that with your mouth?”

There’s a raspy snicker from within the wings before he is finally falling to his knees when Shigaraki bites the base and he moans loudly. “Spend puberty being afraid to touch your own dick and you learn some things.” Shigaraki laughs.

Dabi, meanwhile, has decided not to let Hawks’ current position go to waste and he gets his pants down and holds his already half-hard dick to the hero’s lips. “Don’t mind if I do.”

Hawks takes the obvious hint, letting his mouth stay open as he pants lightly, moaning more as that pierced cock slides into his mouth.

“Fuck, birdy. So good.” Dabi groans as Hawks’ throat flutters around the head of his cock.

“Hey, Dabi? Toss the lube.” Shigaraki hums. “And maybe we get him on the bed."

Dabi tsks, pulling out to help the villain leader help the now very sensitive bird onto the bed. They arrange things so Dabi is standing next to the bed with Hawks on his hands and knees and Shiggy behind him.

Dabi waste no time getting his dick back in the waiting hero's mouth after tossing Shigaraki the lube.

Hawks moans around the piercings dragging across his tongue before whining when a cold finger prods at his hole. He tenses at the cold intrusion before relaxing when Shigarki starts teasing his feathers again.

"Sorry, birdie. Boyfriend is cold-blooded so usually forget to let it warm up." Shigaraki apologizes between his leaving kisses and bites along the hero's back.

"Mmmnm roor brood" (You're good) Hawks attempts to moan around the cock in his mouth as he sucks and licks along the Jacob's Ladder. Eventually, Dabi grabs his hair and Hawks’ jaw falls slack and he relaxes his throat so Dabi can go ahead and fuck his throat.

"Shit, Dabi. How long did it take to train him to do that?" Shigaraki groans, wide-eyed. He's got three fingers in the hero at this point, adding to sensations the flame villain is feeling as moans vibrate up his shaft.

"Two or three times," Dabi smirks. "The public would be appalled if they knew how much of a cock slut their precious number two is. Heh, they probably wouldn't be surprised though with that fuck boi persona he likes to project."

Hawks moans at the insults, throat fluttering around the head of Dabi's cock as he clenches around Shiggy's fingers.

"Degradation, too?" Shigaraki smirks.

"And praise. Give him attention and he's putty in your hands." Dabi chuckles, petting Hawks hair and groaning at how the happy chirps feel along his cock. "Fuck, baby bird."

"And it took so long for him to join us, how?" Shigaraki snorts with a raised eyebrow.

Dabi's face turns suddenly murderous as he scratches along his birdie's scalp. "Brainwashing is hard to break."

Shigarki's eyes narrow in annoyed understanding. "We'll take them down soon enough. Even faster now that he's properly joined us." He coos, scratching along the base of Hawks' wings and watching him shudder in pleasure. "Help me get him flipped over, he's prepped enough."

Hawks whines and chirps in complaint when he's no longer full, doing his best to help as he's laid on his back, Dabi holding his wings so they don't get bent weirdly. Once on his back, he let his head fall back to hang off the bed and opened his mouth for Dabi once more.

Dabi chuckles at his eagerness before pushing him so his head is on the bed. "Sorry, songbird. We want to hear your pretty sounds and Shiggy wants to feel the new piercing."

Hawks scoffs but doesn’t get to protest for long as Shigaraki's lubed cock starts to slide into him and fill him up.

"Mmn, shit." Hawks chirps, arching slightly as he's filled inch by inch. Dabi was big in all sense of the world. He was long and thick, but while Shiggy wasn't quite as thick, he was longer and Hawks’ mouth fell open in a quiet moan.

The villains smirk at Hawks wings fluttering as he’s filled. "Feel good, bIrdie-Ahh! Warn me, Bacon Bits!" Shagaraki groans, head falling forward as the flame villain starts prepping him.

Dabi snickers, slowly working a long finger in, just barely not long enough to brush the leader's prostate and tease him.

"Mngnn! You ass." Shigaraki moans, trying to fuck himself back on the finger and shallowly thrusting into the hero in the process.

Hawks whines, squirming to try and get more from the young leader. "Shiggy, please~!" He groans.

"Yeah Shigs. Give the birdie what he needs." Dabi chuckles in Shigaraki's ear, pulling another groan out of him.

"Fuck, sorry, HA-Ahh~!" Shagaraki moans as another finger slips in to encourage him to start fucking deep into the hero. “There, now hurry!” He groans, annoyed at the flame user’s teasing.

Dabi smirks, watching Hawks moaning on his leader’s cock. “Why don’t you show him your little party trick first?”

Shigaraki blinks at him over his shoulder in confusion before realization dawns on him and he smirks. “Oh, yeah. That wA-Ahh~!- was the point of this.” He snickers before lightly brushing Hawks’ wings to get his attention. Once those golden, half-lidded eyes are settled on him, Shigaraki bends at the stomach and starts sliding his mouth down the hero’s cock and internally smirks when Hawks tries to arch into the sudden wet heat only for his hips to be held back down.

Soon enough, Shigaraki’s found a rhythm of fucking into Hawks and swallowing around his cock when this made his hips bounce further into his mouth.

Was it exactly the best or most comfortable position?

Yeah, no, but Hawks wasn’t complaining as the villain’s cock continued to stroke against his prostate, and whatever the villain was doing with his tongue, he didn’t want it to stop.

Soon, Hawks was cumming down Shigaraki’s throat with a high chirping moan at about the same time Dabi deemed the other villain prepped enough to start sliding in. Shigaraki swallowed as best he could, but when a stapled hand grabs his hair and pulls, he ends up making a mess all over Hawks and him when he lets out a choked-off moan.

“Ngnn~ Fuck, Dabi!” Shiggy moans as Dabi barely gives him time to adjust, fucking him into the already sensitive hero. Shigaraki can’t do much more than try to hold himself up as he’s fucked into like Dabi is trying to ruin them both, fingers tangled in feathers and cum laden drool dripping down his chin as he hangs his head.

Hawks, meanwhile, is gripping the sheets by his head as his overly stimulated prostate continues to be abused without rest and all he can do is let out desperate chirps and moans. “Ahhmmngh~! Too much! FUck~ Ahh, shit, don’t stOp! Ahhh~”

Dabi chuckles evilly from behind Shigarki as he leans across his back to whisper in his ear. “How about you put that mouth back to work. I see a chest and neck ripe for the marking.”

Shigaraki whines, peeking his eyes open and groaning at the sight that greets him. He falls to his elbows and immediately takes a nipple into his mouth, giving it some of the same attention he had given the hero’s dick earlier while half-gloved fingers play with the other.

Hawks arches into the touch, crying out when the villain leader bites before flattening his tongue against the peaking bud. His nerves feel like they’re on fire, and when a particularly warm hand reaches under Shigaraki to stroke his spit slick dick, he questions if this is how they plan to kill him.

“Such good boys. Look at you two, taking cock so well. Tell me Shiggy? How does that newer piercing feel grinding against your insides, hmm? My cock splitting you open barbell by barbell? Look at you, you fucking love it.” Dabi smirks, picking up the pace.

Shigaraki moans, switching sides before giving a surprised shout when Dabi starts fucking him faster, and he does his best to fuck himself back on the pyromaniac’s pierced cock.

“Fuck, I am so stealing your bOyfriend- shit-, birdie.” Shigaraki gasps as the Prince Albert rubs his prostate.

“Mnngh~ As if, you-Ahh!-already get two for the prIce of one-Oh gods.” Hawks chirps, bucking into the hand that had just passed over his slit.

“So, do you-ngh-one-shit- one is just his personality! FUCK!”

Hawks snorts around his moan as Dabi switches angles and begins a brutal assault on the leader’s sweet spots that leave him no more than a trembling mess as he’s milked dry into the hero.

“Should have-Ah-known he’d have something to say.” Hawks smirks as Shigaraki glares at him as best he can while looking fucked out of his mind.

“Shut u-Ahhh! Fuck! Hu-hurry up, Bacon Bits!” Shigaraki moans, letting his head fall on Hawks chest and whimpering when Hawks’ next orgasm just milks him more. “Mmn~ Too much..”

Dabi chuckles but takes pity, pulling out enough to stroke himself to near completion before burying himself again, smirking sadistically as Shigaraki whines in overstimulation. Luckily for the hero and villain leader, however, a few more thrusts, and Dabi was burying himself to the hilt to cum deep inside Shigaraki, making sure to make him as messy as possible as he pulled out.

“Mnn~ You ass.” Shigaraki groans, mumbling a small thanks when Dabi at least has the courtesy to help him up so he can pull out of Hawks before immediately collapsing to the side. “You can keep him.”

Hawks snorts again as his feathers pull Dabi to him for cuddles wrapping the scarred villain in one wing and an immediately less grumpy Shigaraki into the other. A few more feathers fly out to gather things so Dabi can clean them up which he does without complaint.

“Didn’t think he’d be one for aftercare.” Shigaraki mumbles into Hawks’ feathers.

“I’m a sadist. Not a complete bastard.” Dabi huffs.

“When did you talk to your dad last?” Hawks chimes in.

“Fair enough. Not a total asshole.”

All further sass was met with deep kisses until, eventually, they were all sound asleep, cuddled together in soft red down, and shielded away from the world.

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madseance · 2 years

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I was tagged by @destinyandcoins to list my current top 5 songs. There was no requirement that I go into excruciating detail about my feelings regarding these songs, but also, notably (perhaps for next time!) no specific prohibition against me doing so. Therefore...

"This Woman's Work" by Kate Bush. I am obsessed with, and yet also slightly hate, this song; I think the first line and hook/chorus are great, but I'm iffy on the rest of it. It feels unfinished. It's also very hard to just casually sing to yourself, which tbh is one of my top criteria for songs. Once in a delirium I got the idea to combine it with the good parts of another song I love-hate, "Glycerine" by the band Bush, but so far I haven't quite been able to make it work. Fun fact + opinion: despite it being written for a movie in which Kevin Bacon's wife nearly dies in childbirth, the actual best ever use of "This Woman's Work" was in the series 2 premiere of The Handmaid's Tale, during the execution scene.

"Spooky Scary Skeletons (Undead Tombstone Remix)" by Andrew Gold. Look. I didn't really get to enjoy Halloween this year because I was suffering from a dissertation. I'm not ready to let go of spooky season just yet. And as I've said before, by all rights spooky season should last through Christmas at least—the Victorians (my best bitches) told ghost stories at Christmas! A Christmas Carol is a ghost story! I'm probably going to reread The Woman in Black for Christmas this year. Anyway. This is obviously a goofy-spooky song (and best enjoyed in the form of Tom BetGeorge's Halloween light show), but it also brings me a lot of joy. For properly spooky music, we turn now to:

"Bottom of the River" by Delta Rae. A bitch loves some Southern Gothic! Delta Rae is a very Fleetwood Mac-esque group in that their songs cover a range of styles depending on which band member is featured, and I am partial to Brittany Hölljes's "witch" songs (whose music videos tell an ongoing story). They're apparently working on a musical(!), so look out for that if you enjoy this piece.

"Silver Springs" by Fleetwood Mac. A bitch ALSO loves mess, and it doesn't get messier than Rumours, perhaps best summed up by John Mulaney as "an album written by and for people cheating on each other." (One of many observations of his that aged poorly!) This live performance from The Dance may be the best version of Stevie Nicks' wistful-scornful breakup anthem, in which it is clear Lindsey Buckingham truly will "never break away from the sound of the woman that loved you". I distinctly remember first hearing Stevie do this on VH-1's Storytellers, which she verifiably didn't, but I chalk that up to her being a witch. My memory is fine! Get off of my lawn.

Superliminal soundtrack by Matt Christensen. Yeah, I'm putting a whole album on here; arrest me. I have not personally played Superliminal because I have a decade-old MacBook that would burst into flames if I even thought about it, but I watched a playthrough of it while doing my master's degree and got really emotional about the ending. (Yes, it is a puzzle game.) The soundtrack is my go-to for background work music now, and if you also enjoy it, you can buy it directly here. I also strongly recommend playing the game if you can (or else watching a no-commentary playthrough), though if you're really pressed for time, you can also watch the devs react to a 23-minute speedrun.

I don't know who to tag in these, but if you wanna do it, just do it; the police can't stop you.

#tag games #music #fynn posts

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coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe · 2 years

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Superheroes with Secrets: Don't Surprise Me (Fic Part 185. Set in 2002)

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places. Please inform me if you wish to be tagged/untagged from posts.

Tags: @tantamount-treason @piratewithvigor @thedollmaker16

Reference Posts: ‘Giantess’/‘Blacklight Bandit’ Kirby Roussimoff x Shane ’Hurricane’ Helms (Circa 2001)

"Yeah, exactly."

"Poor little sweetheart, you know he trembles when he has nightmares?"

"Yeah, I know…" He sighs softly.

"He's sweet when he wakes up, his hair gets all messy and he apologises for being all worried and freaking out… it's very adorable."

"It is. He is adorable."

"Almost as adorable as you."

His cheeks grow bright red as he nearly squeaks.

"Don't deny how adorable you are, mon mari."

"I'll try, or I'll keep blushing."

"I like it when you get all red and start telling me to shush, makes you even more adorable, my love."

"Well, no you're just trying to get me red."

"It'll get your mind off your worries, mon mari."

"That's true…"

"I like distracting you from your worries, it makes me happy to see you happy… now get your sexy ass over here and kiss me."

"Yes, ma'am." He grins, leaning over to kiss her.

Kirby kisses back gently, messing with the scruff of his beard before pulling away.

"It's getting a little long, isn't it?"

"I like the beard, but yes, you need a shave." Kirby murmurs as she goes back to her work.

"I'll do that while the cake bakes."

"Hon, is it weird that we cook bacon and bake cakes?" Kirby questions, cocking an eyebrow in confusion.

"I don't think so."

"You really don't think it's weird?"

"So much of the world is weird, it's become normal to be weird."

"But normal is boring, it's why you interest me so much, you're not the most normal man, so you intrigue me and make me wet with just the right raise of an eyebrow or pout of your lips."

He raises an eyebrow and pouts his lips ever so slightly, "Do I now?"

Kirby blushes a deep red, nodding her head before hiding her face in her hands.

"Well, I'd like to do something about it."

"What do you mean, my hero?"

"I'd like to lick your beautifully wet cut until your screams wake Shannon up."

"No, Shane, you should let him sleep, it would be cruel to wake him by making me scream."

"Well, the I guess you'll have to be very very quiet."

"Don't, we can have sex later, you can stop teasin' me."

He shrugs, smirking, "if you say so."

"I still have some bruises on my thighs from yesterday, I don't need you getting greedy and bruising me more." She murmurs.

"There'd be less bruising if you weren't so squirmy." He chuckles.

"You gonna tell me not to show you how much I want you inside me, now. Are you actually telling me to stop squirming in delight while getting taken to pound town?"

"More like teasing."

"Stop teasing me, mon mari, I'm serious."

"I'm saying I need to stop squeezing so hard when you squirm."

"Yeah you do, and shuddup before I back you against a wall and start making out with ya." Kirby murmurs, her accent thicker than usual.

"Mm, and what if I back you up against a wall to make out with ya, darlin'?" He purrs.

"Then I'll have no choice but to give in to you, mon amour."

"I'd like that very much."

"Later, my love. Later."

"Aw, are you sure?"

"Unless you are gonna pay Delilah and Jeff's therapy bills, I'm sure… and they should be here in a couple minutes anyway."

"That's a good point."

"Oh, Dee wants to talk about ideas we have for new tattoos, so you can tell her everything you want and she'll see what she or I can sketch."

"Sweet!" He grins excitedly.

"Jeff offered to take her out tomorrow and Dee may have forgotten about my birthday so don't mention it."

"Forgotten? There's no way that's true."

"Well she took Jeff up on his offer, texted me that they were going out for the day tomorrow, hence the meeting today and I interpret that as she has forgotten."

"Either that or she has a grand scheme."

"Perhaps, but she knows I hate surprise parties, I nearly punched Rikishi in the face last time they put one together for my birthday."

"Oh Jeez."

"Yeah, don't spook me, I punch when afraid."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"I love you, mon mari, but if you spook me I am not in control of what I do."

"I understand, my love."

"I don't wish to ruin your handsome features."

"I'll keep surprises to a minimum." He nods.

"The only thing I want to surprise me is Lilith kicking me or having a slightly early entrance to the world." Kirby chuckles softly.

"Both would be nice surprises."

"Speaking of surprises me, the little one just kicked me in the bladder."

"Oh Jeez, Lilith, babe, you gotta take it easy on your Mama. It's her birthday. You're a gift and all, but you need to chill out." He chastises, kissing her belly.

"How many times have I got to remind you, tomorrow is my birthday, my love, the thirteenth, it's why I count that number as lucky."

"I know. But I consider the whole week of someone's birthday to count as the day. No one can be mean to you on that week."

"That's very nice of y- Jesus, Lilith, I get it." Kirby moans in pain as she feels Lilith kick her stomach, hard.

Helms rubs gentle circles over her belly, "babygirl, calm down." He whispers.

"God, I've heard of Braxton Hicks, but Lilith is a different story, do you have super strength or something and is it genetic?"

"Well I trained myself to deadlift and hold you in under six months."

"Either she has giant strength or you genuinely are a superhero, that's the hardest she's ever kicked me."

"Well, she's still way too early for this to be labour. You're not even halfway along yet."

"I know that, if my water had broken, I would have told you, she's getting stronger. I'm proud of that, but it hurts when she kicks."

"Did she ease up when I rubbed?"

"Yeah, she did, it's like she's doing it to get your attention."

"She has it now. But no more hurting Mama. I love you, but I love her too, and I don't like when people are mean to her. There's a guy named X-Pac who could tell you how much I don't like it. So be nice, okay?"

"You decked Pac, it made me want to fuck your brains out after I realized what you did." Kirby murmurs.

"I won't be decking our baby. Just making a point."

"I don't expect you too, just telling you how you punching the jackass made me feel."

"Felt good to me too."

"Would you like a list of people who I'd like you to beat up so I can say you're my hero more often." Kirby offers, half joking.

"Sure, if you want."

"Wait, really?"

"Sure."

"Well, at the top of the list is Hogan, and I don't want you getting in trouble with Vince, but I would really like to see him brought down a peg or two."

"I probably won't punch Vince, but I may annoy him a little."

"Vince doesn't need to be punched, but maybe Shane McMahon, he always seems to act especially cocksure around me, pisses me off."

"Maybe you put him at ease so he can be himself."

"Doesn't give him the right to be a dick around me."

"That's true."

"And I for one think the little brat needs a lesson in not pissing off your princess, mon mari." Kirby whispers.

"That, I can do."

"If you teach him the lesson, I'll do whatever you want, Shaney baby, for a full week."

"I already have a bone to pick with him for taking my name, so the incentive is a cherry on top."

"Plus, I can almost guarantee that you won't get fired for it, mon amour."

"How so?"

"Let's just say, he's not Vince's golden child."

"Well yeah, everyone knows that." He chuckles.

"Still true, mon mari."

"Next time I see him, he'll find out what I think of him."

"You know something, mon amour, you being all tough like this, it turns me on immensely."

"Aw, and you're telling me I shouldn't do anything." He pretends to pout.

"How quickly can you cum, mon mari… within a few minutes?" She teases.

"Under five, if I put my mind to it."

"Well, we have about seven minutes before they get here, so if you really want to, the offer is there."

"God yes." He grins, kissing her roughly.

"Oh, mon mari, I love you so much." She whispers against his lips.

"I love you too."

"My love, I am yours alone… use me as you wish."

"On the floor, my sweetheart."

"Yes my love." Kirby whispers as she lays on the floor, spreading her legs for Helms.

He gets her pants down and whips out his stiffening cock, pushing into her gently.

"That feels so good, mon mari."

"Fuck yeah it does."

"Are you gonna make me squirm, sexy husband?" She teases, kissing him deeply.

"Better. I'm gonna make your back arch, your pussy drip in addition to the squirming."

"Mmn, you're so god damn sexy, mon mari, sexy enough to make me want to go several rounds, regardless of how much time we have."

"Start with one round, go from there."

"You're so amazing, you sexy beast… how much do you value your shirt, my love?"

"This one? Not at all."

"Good," she whispers, ripping his shirt off and chucking it away, feeling his chest and abs, "you're so sexy."

"Planning to stay that way for you."

"Good, I like being able to scratch my nails down your abs, I like seeing the marks and knowing you're mine."

"Mark me, babe. Anywhere you want."

Kirby scratches her nails down his back, kissing his neck and nipping at his skin, marking his flesh and moaning softly.

"I can take harder than that…"

"I don't want to go too hard, you're my husband, not a vampire's meal."

"I can be both." He chuckles.

"Not today, sexy beast." Kirby jokes, kissing him deeply and biting his bottom lip.

"Wanna look like I'm owned." He purrs.

"You will, I'm not gonna let you put a shirt on, and I'm gonna mark your chest after this, mon mari, you just focus on making me scream your name."

"Good." He smirks, starting to thrust into her hard and fast.

"Oh fuck, yes, oh putain, mon amour."

"Wanna make a mess of you."

"Oh please make a mess of me, my hero."

"My beautiful wife… God I love you."

"I love you too, mon mari, I love you so much… fuck me like I've been a bad girl, my love."

"As you wish." He grins, picking up the pace.

Her back arches against the floor as she screams his name, cumming and breathing heavily as she tries to come down from the high.

"That's my good girl." He murmurs.

"You're so good to me, mon amour." She whispers.

"Because I love you."

"Shane, my head feels fuzzy."

"Fuzzy? Like a headache?"

"No, like dizzy, adrenaline fuzzy."

"Okay, you lie down, I'll get you some water."

Kirby nods, laying back against the floor and breathing deeply. He brings back a glass of water with a little bendy straw.

"When did you get bendy straws, how did you slip this past me?"

"I got them at the good husband store and have hidden them for my own nefarious purposes."

"You sneaky little beastie, Shane… god, I love you so much."

"I love you too."

Kirby takes a sip of the water, trying to stay awake as she continues to come down from the high of arousal.

"Feel better?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, let's get you up and dressed."

"I want to sleep, mon ange."

"I'll get you upstairs."

"So I can sleep?"

"Yeah, exactly. I'm not denying the mother of my child anything, I don't care who's coming over."

"I love you."

"I love you too. You able to stand so I can carry you?"

#superheroes with secrets #shane hurricane helms #kirby roussimoff #blacklight bandit #orange and green - the perfect team #shannon brian moore #sws #kirby andrea roussimoff #delilah keshet rosenbaum #gregory shane helms #jeffrey nero hardy #matthew moore hardy #lita hardy

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[a/n: is this a week late? yes. happy belated-valentine's day angels <3]

—ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴀɴ 𝟷𝟾+ ʙʟᴏɢ. ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅɴɪ

𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮; 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥

→ Definitely went to work that day

→ Not a huge romantic but wake up to find a hot breakfast with a note left on the counter.

Happy Valentines Day, dumbass. Love you.

— k.b

→ When he returns from work, Katsuki buys you roses and shoves them into your chest with an eye roll. You thank him and he responds with a grunt before insisting you put on something nice because he’s taking you out on a dinner date whether you like it or not.

→ Katsuki takes you to the fanciest restaurant—so fancy you feel a little bad that he has to pay, even despite his Pro Hero status. But you’re his, and spoiling you might as well be his love language.

→ Halfway through dinner, Katsuki starts getting a little frisky. Sliding the rough leather of his oxfords up the inside of your thigh, winking and biting his lip. You tell him to stop but you only half-mean it, and the knowing grin on his face lets you know he knows.

"Careful, baby. You don't want the waitress to know how much of a dirty slut you are, do you?”

→ He’s condescending as fuck but you’re totally here for it, and the second he pays for the meal you two are speeding down the highway to a love hotel (per Katsuki’s plan, apparently). You barely make it to the bedroom before you’re all over each other, and if it weren’t for that family of four in the elevator, you definitely wouldn’t have.

→ He tells you to get on the bed and strip, and who are you to deny him of such a luxury? He pulls a plastic black bag out of a different bag—it’s clearly full. With what, you may ask?

→ Sex toys!

→ Katsuki’s endgame is simple—make you cum until you can’t anymore. Not that he’s told you explicitly, but he’s got a Hitachi pressed to your sex and two fingers slamming into you just the way you like it. With your wrists comfortably tied above your head, it doesn’t take him long to bring you to your climax, cheeks burning and thighs shaking.

→ Peering at you under the sweaty mess of ash-blond hair, the fire in Katsuki's eyes only adds fuel to the burning of your gut as the vibrator continues whirr. The realization settles in with a shiver. Oh. Oh fuck, he's not stopping.

“Again.”

→ So, you cum again. And again, and again, and by the time you’re on the fifth it gets a bit hard to feel your toes and you’re so sensitive your thighs burn. All you want is his cock, but for some reason, it’s fucking impossible for him to give it to you.

→ Upon voicing your concerns, Katsuki’s devilish smile only grows wider.

“You want this cock that bad, slut? Yeah? Fine then, fuckin’ choke on it.”

→ It’s basically cannon that one of Katsuki’s favorite things to do is watch you struggle to take all of him, but in this position, all you can do is lay back with bound hands as he fucks your face. It’s sloppy and your eyes and throat burn, but it's totally worth it to hear Katsuki fall apart in your mouth.

“S-So good—fuck—such a good whore, taking all of me, aren’t you?”

→ Katsuki pulls out before he cums in your throat in favor of flipping your limp body into downward dog and stuffing you full of cock in one swift move, the bastard.

→ Katsuki’s never been one to take things slow in bed—to him, it’s all hard and fast and now. You’re scrambling for purchase in the sheets as he pounds into that sweet spot he knows you love, and you feel your fully spent sex twitching back to life anyway. Fuck, fuck. Are you going to cum again?

→ Katsuki seems to catch onto this as well, sweaty chest dropping against your back and the cool of his dog tag tickling your neck as his hand rubs between your legs, muttering dirty nothings in your ear.

“You gonna cum for me, baby? Yeah? Gonna make a fuckin’ mess all over yourself like the slut you are? Fuckin’ do it. Fuckin—fuck—”

→ You two cum at the same time, toes curling and ribcage shuddering, and then—

→ Darkness.

→ You wake up in a few hours, properly clean in fresh sheets. Turns out baby boy fucked you so hard you passed out, but it's okay because he’s found reruns of your favorite show on and is fully prepared with water and snacks.

→ (And he’ll never tell you, but he fully panicked and called Eijirou. Obviously, he knew you were alive, but…what if you passed out because of a problem? A concussion? Internal bleeding, maybe?)

→ (Eijirou ensures him that though this should NOT happen every time, it can happen from exhaustion. To say Katsuki relaxes after that is an understatement.)

(Stay safe angels <3)

And speaking of Eijirou...

𝐄𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚; 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐤𝐞

→ Definitely did not go to work that day.

→ Today, Eijirou plans to treat you like the princess you are. Cooks you breakfast in bed (after almost burning down the kitchen trying to make bacon but shhh we don’t talk about that) books you a full day spa and has Mina take you shopping for a new outfit for your "fancy date" that night.

→ The location? A surprise.

→ It’s dark by the time you and Mina pull up, but the moment you hop out the car she speeds away. Um. She could’ve at least said bye.

"[Y/N?]"

→ Looks like Eijirou brought you to a lake. You wonder who helped him bundle the fairy lights in the trees and set up the picnic because knowing your man and his coordination, it would’ve taken a forever for him to set this up.

→ But all those thoughts shatter the second you see that he’s on his knees, clutching a velvet box with a gorgeous diamond ring sat in the center. Not too flashy, but not too dull.

“U-Uh.”

→ Eijirou swallows then blinks, the only sign that he’s the least bit nervous for this.

“See…I swear I had planned something to say, but you look…holy shit, um—stunning, you look stunning.”

→ His compliment goes over your head though. Of course it does, he’s holding an engagement ring. He chuckles, averting his eyes to the ground.

“Listen, um, you can say no...B-But uh, I love you a lot—obviously—and I’ve been thinking about this a lot, kind of, because you’re like…the love of my life, ya know? I mean, I know everyone says that and everything but like, I really mean it? But if I’m going too fast o-or you just don’t wanna get married or something, I totally get it because obviously this is outta the blue and everything b-but um…yeah.”

→ You let him stutter through the whole thing because, well. It’s cute.

→ ...And then you tackle Eijirou to the ground with renewed passion and slam your lips onto his. His “babe! The ring!” is muffled but you snort anyway, blindly groping for it through the grass. The moment you find it, you shove it into his palm and stick your hand in his face, and with a (very sexy) chuckle, the redhead slides it onto your ring finger.

“I’ll take that as a yes then?”

→ No shit, Sherlock.

→ Either way, the picnic in the dark is abandoned in favor of yanking Eijirou's pants off and giving him the best head of his life. Because goddammit, you love this man so much and he needs to feel it.

→ Afterward, he insists on returning the favor. A wild Gentle Dom Kiri appears and as he eats you out, he mutters a deadly combination of the sweetest and dirtiest things you’ve ever heard.

“Fuck, you feel so good. So tight and wet. And it’s all for me, isn’t it, baby?"

“You’re gonna cum, angel? Do it. Cum all over Daddy’s face.”

→ Once you semi-recover from your orgasm, he flips you on your hands and knees and slowly pushes inside of you (though not without putting on a condom because safety first, angels). You tell him to speed up, but he denies your request. This time around, Eijirou's going to take the time to love you.

→ As he slowly fucks you under the stars, he dips his chin into your neck as his bigger hands encompass your own. As he starts to play with the ring on your finger, you watch something wet hit the picnic blanket, followed by a sniffle.

“Gosh, fuck—I love you so much. A-And I’m really happy you said yes. I…”

→ You cum first and Eijirou isn’t far behind, shuddering against your spine. Your fiancé unceremoniously rolls onto the picnic blanket next to you, his temple kissing the crest of your skull as the two of you use the comfortable silence to cool down, half-naked under the milky way.

→ In your comfortable silence, you lift your left hand to the stars, fingers splayed to reveal the twinkling diamond solidifying the bond between the two of you. Eijirou hums, hooking his chin on your shoulder.

"Pretty, isn't it?"

𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢; 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲

→ Both of you are painfully single and most importantly, strangers. Strangers who think alike and had the glorious forethought to drown your sorrows at a nightclub with a lot of alcohol.

→ Denki, as he does, accidentally knocks over his liquor-filled cup, completely drenching your bottoms. He apologizes and insists on helping you clean up though getting awfully close to your crotch, but both of you are too tipsy to notice.

→ After the liquor spill, you swap embarrassing love stories and lament over the “hardships of being single.” (Denki’s words.)

→ A few hours pass. You’re tired and ready to go home and Denki requests to walk you home to make sure you get back safely. Not that you live far, maybe ten minutes, but by the time you reach your door, you feel like you've known the electric blond your whole life. After saying goodbye and almost closing the door, Denki blurts out a half-drunken confession...or something like that:

“I—uh, y-you are—uhm, no…this is—“

→ You give him a look, a half-smile at best, and it seems to churn the gears in his brain again.

“This was uhm, really fun and uh, I think you’re really cool.”

→ So naturally, when you invite him inside, he squeals.

→ After a few more drinks and a few more spillages (Denki’s never been a deft drunk), you two finally get over your inner thoughts and start kissing on the couch. It’s hot and messy, and the alcohol in your veins makes it oh, so hot.

→ Denki doesn’t expect you to offer head but when you do he nearly cries, scrambling to pull his pants off while you make space for yourself between his thighs. Due to the fact that there’s alcohol pumping in Denki’s veins and he hasn't been touched by someone else in at least a year, he’s extra-sensitive. And vocal.

"F-Fuck gorgeous, you're so good at this...o-oh shit, do that again—yeah, yeah just like that."

→ His hips quiver, and he bucks into your mouth on accident. It earns him a glare and a light slap on the thigh, and you make a mental note to unpack the broken moan that interrupts his apology later.

→ It doesn't take Denki a long time to cum—five minutes max. He plans to give you a warning but his orgasm runs up on the electric blond so quickly he doesn't even get a warning. When Denki orgasms in your mouth with a choked moan, it's only natural that you pull away in alarm, ribbons of semi-translucent cum flying just about everywhere.

→ To say you're pissed is an understatement (because your poor, poor carpet), but Denki feels terrible and is already reaching for the roll of paper towels you left on the coffee table from your cleaning spree this morning, apologies flying out of his mouth like an auctioneer.

→ Obviously, he's going to make it up to you. Not only for making an absolute mess in your living room (seriously, Denki doesn't know if he's ever come that much in his life) but for the bomb head, and he wants to make you feel just as good as you made him feel.

→ Both of you stumble to your room, the mood miraculously rekindled, and you're not sure what to make of Denki's desperation as he claws at your bottoms, pupils blown to the size of dinner plates. And though it's cheesy, you can't help but shiver when he finally gets eyes on your sex, wetting his bottom lip and the grip around your thigh tightening as he catcalls the apex between your thighs before diving in.

"Hello pretty~"

→ Like any pervert with a vivid imagination, Denki's got a mental warehouse of sex tips and tricks and burns to watch you squirm from his touch. He wants you red-faced and breathless and isn’t shy about it, actively paying attention to your reactions when he curls his fingers or uses his tongue just right.

"Oh, you taste so good sweet thing. So pretty and wet...did I do all this, gorgeous?”

→ Also, electro-stimulation? Yes please.

→ Denki's tentative about it at first because he’s not sure how you’ll react, but once you give him that pretty little moan you've been holding back all evening, you two are going nowhere but hell.

→ His dick hurts from being hard for so long and the second you cum, he’s practically begging to fuck you.

“Please? Please gorgeous? Shit, you felt so good in my mouth I just wanna—I need to—please?”

→ Like you needed any convincing in the first place.

→ You ride him per his request—and will definitely make you repeat things back to him, just because he likes how embarrassed and blushy you get. If you refuse? He’ll be an absolute tease about it. (But only for a bit, because we all know his patience isn’t that great.)

"Yeah? You like this cock? Tell me. Tell me how good my cock makes you feel, gorgeous."

→ There's no way Denki lasts very long (again)—definitely with you in his lap. When he cums, it’s cute and breathless, and his nose scrunches into his eyes. But if he came twice, you should too right?

→ The next morning, Denki's gone. But in his place, there’s a note with his number and an explanation:

had to go to work! lol i have the fattest hangover kill me now ty. either way, you should text me. i wasn't kidding when i said i thought you were cool lol.

(xxx)-xxx-xxxx

— kaminari

[a/n: gah XD my brain melted from writing that um-

also don’t worry about the family of four at the love hotel...they were...um...forced to stay there due to an emergency...lol :) see you soon, angels <3]

#— 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 #— 𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐔 #— 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐊𝐈 #bnha headcanons #bakugou headcanons #denki headcanons #kirishima headcanon #bnha fanfiction #bakugou smut #denki smut #kirishima smut #bakugou x reader #denki x reader #kirishima x reader #bnha smut

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