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lvxybby · 11 months

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we meet again (gaege gibson x reader)

WARNING: SMUT! oral (fem!) (pnv) (f!ngering) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------Gaege had recently came back from Australia from a "work trip" with mully and josh. i pull into the airport parking garage and make my way to the seating lounge as i wait for him. i grab out my phone and begin texting him.

"let me know when u get off and ur heading this way"

"k"

the conversation quickly ended and i put my phone up. its been a few months since i've seen him cause of the job he has but i cant be mad at him. he loves his job since he can have fun and do it when ever he wants to. gaege never minded traveling but i did. sleepless nights without him in bed with me seemed to last forever. i miss holding his hand or drinking coffee with him or just being in the same house as him. sometimes me and him would record videos with each other or he would invite me to record with the rest of the boys after convincing them. or sometimes he would use my office if he was fixing his computer and wasn't able to record. i felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. gaege had texted me

"baby im here wya"

"by the gift shops"

"k omw"

i placed my phone in my lap and waited for him. i soon spotted his pink beanie that had "NXPE" plastered on the front. i stood up and waved my hand at him. i saw his eyes shoot open and he started to speed walk faster over to me. once he was out of the huge crowd of people he sprinted over to me and hugged me so tight i couldn't breath. he let go and pecked my lips. "i've missed you so much" he said looking at me. "i've missed you too babe" i say admiring him. his hair has grown more and hes shaved his beard and now only has a mustache. "you look so....different" i began to rub his arms "yeah...you too....how about we get out of here and go home...i miss laying with you" he said pecking my lips again. "plus i got jet lag" he said leaning his head on my shoulder. "ok lets go" i said grasping his hand and we walked over to the conveyor belt to get his suitcase. after he got it we walked back to his car since mine was in the shop getting worked on. "wanna drive or are you too tired?" i asked unlocking the car "is it ok if you drive?" he said opening the passenger door and pushing the seat forward to put his suitcase in. "yeah thats ok" i say stepping in and starting the car. gaege got in and pulled his phone out and took a picture before uploading it to instagram. i began to back out of the parking spot before driving off. "baby you really have to go to australia theres so much cool shit to do" he said putting his phone down and looking at me. "you know i have a fear of flying gaege." i replied focusing on driving. " baby... but ill be there with you" he said placing his hand on my thigh. "its really scary still" i take one of my hands off the wheel and place it over his hand. "well...im not forcing you to do anything you aren't comfy with" he said giving me a warm smile. "i know...i love you" i spoke as i rubbed his hand "i love you too Y/N" gaege only would say my name if he was serious about something. it meant something to me when he said he loves me. every time he says it i get butterflies. he lifted my hand up to his lips and placed a soft loving kiss on my knuckles. "ive missed you so so much baby" his said putting my hand down. a smile crept onto my lips as those words fell out of his mouth. "ive missed you too...so has momo" i say giggling a bit. i interlock our hands as i continue to drive. the sun was setting. the florida palm trees and ocean making the scene so much more pretty. it reminds me of my first date with gaege.

i was 21 and gaege had just turned 22 at the time. "hey...wanna hang out...maybe go to the beach or something" he asked me, throwing his shirt on. "sure..its been awhile since just us have hung out" i say turning my attention to him. his hair was damp since he just got out of the shower. he was staying at my house for a bit since him and his roomate, jacob got into a bad argument. at the time gaege was struggling money wise, and wasnt able to keep up on his rent. "ok...ill get some towels and get dressed" i say going in my room. after a while i came out of my room with my bathing suit on. i covered it with a fishing shirt and a pair of black leggings. me and gaege drove out to the beach. i parked the car and got everything out. i took off my leggings and shirt. i put them in the trunk of the car. i took off my slides and set them in the trunk also. gaege removed his shirt as well and threw it next to mine. i placed the towel down on the white sand and sat down. it was noon and at least 100 degrees out so the water should be warm. gaege walked over to me with a 2 twisted teas. he handed me mine and cracked his open. i stuck mine in my mouth and opened it with my teeth, the lid to the can popping open. he looked over at me. "that doesnt hurt?" he questioned, taking a sip of his drink. "no its way easier than risk breaking a nail" i say holding my drink up to his. we cheered our cans before taking another sip. "hm" he said before setting his down in the sand and running over to me. he pulled on my arm and we ran over to the water. we swam for a while..or a few hours and when we got out it was sunset. absolute beauty. the colors all blended together perfectly. the sun was just over the horizon line and was a lava orange color. the palm trees in front of us made it 100 times better. me and him sat on our towels as we enjoyed out drinks and company. gaege made his move. his hand ran up and down my back. i leaned on him as we enjoyed the sunset. his hand glided up and down my back. i looked up at him. he looked a bit tense. my hand moved his jaw to look at me. he looked at me for a while. i moved in and pressed my lips against his. his eyes widened but he began to kiss back. his hand held the back of my head, deepening the kiss. when we pulled off his face was red. "im sorry" he quickly spoke pulling off of me. "why are you sorry? i was the one who kissed you? ....its ok gaege relax" i reassured him, putting my hands on his chest. "i...i liked it" he whispered "is this a..date?" he continued "sure" i say leaning in again. our lips pressed against each other again. i pulled off and started to rub his back. "see its ok" i whisper.

i drive down the packed highway and look over at gaege, fast asleep. i rub his hand before getting off at one of the exits. i drive down the familiar neighborhood to our newly bought house in the back of a secluded woodsy area. i pull up into the gravel driveway and put the car in park. i unbuckle and bring gaege's luggage onto the porch. i go back out to the car to wake him up. "baby wake up we're home" i say rubbing his cheeks. he groaned before waking up. "hey baby... we're home. i got your luggage on the porch." i say pulling away from him. "mmm ok jus' give me a minute" he slurred stretching his legs and arms. he stepped out of the car and slowly walked up to the porch. i stepped in front of him and unlocked the door. i grabbed his suitcase and brought it inside. "babe i could have gotten that" he said rubbing his eyes. "its ok go lay down, get some rest" i reply bringing his suitcase into our shared room. he followed me up the stairs "gotta nice ass babe" he said chuckling. "perv" i said looking back at him. we walked into the room and i set his suitcase down. "what...not allowed to look at the most amazing piece of art?" he said rubbing his hands up and down my waist. i could tell by his tone he was wide awake now. he started to kiss my neck. as much as i wanted to tell him to get some sleep. i couldn't. i needed his touch. ive been alone for too long and i have a chance to be with him again... as close as possible. i spun around and kissed him with so much passion. i truly missed him. we lied on the bed with him on top of me. i grew wetter and wetter from his touch. i was so deprived...i needed him so badly. his hands slid under my shirt as he began to kneed my breast. his knee pressed against my begging cunt. he kissed an nipped down my neck leaving love bites and kisses. he pulled off before he started to take my jeans off. when he got them off he threw them on the floor. once he saw the wet spot in my panties he tore them off of me before removing my shirt and bra. his hands crept down closer and closer to my begging cunt. he slipped in a finger, curling it against my walls. i let out a whine. "oh gaege" i moan. his face lowers down with my core. he starts to suck on my clit and kitten lick it. my hand forcefully grasps his hair. i push down harder as the room is filled with my moans. my legs close around his head. i whine more as i come closer to my orgasm. he removed his finger and sucked my wetness off it before burying his face deep into my cunt. my breath hitches as he tongue fuckes me agressively. i start to cry out his name and beg him to not stop. "oh fuck dont s-stop!" i cry out as my hand is latched on his hair. i feel my orgasm creep closer. "oh gaege im gonna cum!" i whine. "thats it cum for me" he said kitten licking my clit again. i felt a knot form in my stomach. before i knew it my orgasm hit me like a bus. gaege made sure nothing was left behind before dropping his pants. he let me recover for a second before positioning himself at my entrance. we both let out pleasurable moans. my nails dug into his back. as i adjusted to him. he slowly began thrusting once i let him know it was ok to start. his thrust gained speed. "ah fuck!" i whine as my nails dig deeper into his back. our moans were silenced once we kissed. he took this time to pick up his pace. his tongue explored my mouth. he stopped and pulled off of me. i sat confused. he lifted my legs onto his shoulders and began thrusting again. "you're so so pretty...i wanna see every part of you" he grunted. his thrust got more and more faster by the second. my hand were clawing at his back, leaving red lines down his back. our moans filled the air as we grew closer to our orgasms. his thrust grew sloppy. i throw my head back into the pillow. my hands grasp the sheets. "gaege!" i cry as i reach my orgasm for a second time. it triggered his own. his warmth filled my body. he pulled me up and rubbed the back of my head before placing a kiss on my head. "i love you Y/N"

#gaege gibson #gaege gibson smut #smut #the boys #youtube #australia #juicyfruitsnacks

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our-transmasculine-experience · 7 months

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hi so im the transmasc named oliver from earlier!

ive been given permission so ill now be talking about my identity :p

prepare for a long ramble

so my presentation is really complicated. i want to be both hyperfeminine and also hypermasculine at the same time while still being androgynous between the two. like hyperfem/masc but in the way u cant tell if im a man or a woman, kinda like drag kings/queens. sadly i cant be super hyperfem bc of my body (i heavily dislike my chest to the point where ill become nauseous from dysphoria) even tho i really want to. id love to wear a skirt but in the way that a femboy wears a skirt. and i wanna wear a suit like a butch wears a suit. ykwim?

i also want to be Super Hairy. i want hair to be Everywhere on my body. a lot of ppl talk about how T will put hair everywhere on ur body except for ur face "so remember to shave" but im never going to bring a razor close to my body ever again. "oh wut about shoulder/neck hair" i want that too. i wanna be an otter (inbetween of twink and bear). i wanna be small and fem like a twink but i also wanna be big and hairy like a bear. i also Really wanna exude the energy of a bear. kinda like a "this guy is soft and warm" way. one time my friends joked that my gender is a mixture of a bear and twink but honestly that describes it perfectly. im both a feminine and masculine man at the same time. or, at least, i want to be, since i sadly can only be masc (again bc of my own body).

hopefully when i go on T and get top surgery i can finally wear skirts and crop tops while simultaneously having a full beard and the hairiest legs known to man. ik that a lot of ppl will think that its "gross" and "u cant be feminine And hairy" but i disagree and im gonna do wutever the Fuck i want.

yk what, that makes sense and it sounds absolutely awesome

please more people send in asks of how they view their genders i do love reading them!

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pansyfemme · 1 year

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Oh also this isn't like. An ask but you could maybe share your favorites from being on T (if wanted!), but when I finally do start it I am literally so fucking excited for the "rat stache" so many trans guys get. I already *have* one kinda (it's more seeable when up close but it's there!) and like, my friend said too he thinks I'll really rock it when it grows in 8).

Also I so excited for tdick, unwell about tdick but like. That's a given. I wear the fact I'm a tdick lover on my sleeve <3

Oh absolutly!!

I will say i had mixed feelings on my "rat stache" when it first started lol. Well. more like, i liked it, my brother made constant fun of it until i started shaving constantly until he moved out. But around yr 3 on t, my beard and mustache came in so strong i kinda just wanted to see how far i could go with it lol!! I've been growing it out since august at this point, so its def the longest it's ever been, but considering just how hairy ive gotten over the past year, it probably could get a little longer. at this point im not sure if i like the beard or if it's just a get out of misgendering free card lol! But it's pretty reliable for that at least. (still get misgendered like once a day, but yknow. whatever at this point.)

I'm a proud tdick lover myself, so its probably my fave change? i don't need to go into detail bc i dont think ppl want to hear that TBH but i think i'm a little smaller than average and i still feel pretty affirmed with my growth! it's complicated bc im thinking of looking into metoidoplasty in the future so im not rlly all too concerned with my growth considering i'm gonna end up getting surgery anyways but i think ppl underestimate how much it does for bottom dysphoria. It changes the way you view your lower half a bunch!

As for my voice, i think its.. ok? i know you guys probably haven't rlly heard it before but it is what it is. Definitly flamingly queer and gravely in that typical t voice style. It's not suuuper low, not always enough to pass over the phone, but usally enough that people don't question it combined with my appearance. It's the kinda voice where those in the know spot that im trans just from hearing it, but those who aren't trained to the art of recognizing t voices probably just think im a gay dude, which i am.

Even though i enjoy dressing hyperfemininly, i've started to really appriciate my build when im just wearing tank tops and jeans. My dad told me i look so much like queer guys in the 90's dressed like that, which was a confidence boost LMAO. Fat redistribution was hard to visualize when i first heard about it, but it definitly happens. Most of the fat in my hips moved to my stomach and ass, and while it isnt a lot, it's def way more masc than it was before. I never was a particulaly curvy person, just large chested, but my build now is considerably more masculine, paired with top surgery.

My hands also got a bit bigger! tho it's not like. a huge difference and my hands r pretty chubby and not very masculine, it was something ppl around me noticed. not rlly sure how that happened but i was pretty young when i started so who knows!

I will say that my body and face are enough that i dont feel like i need any surgeries on them at this point in time. im not happy with my jawline, but i know a sharp one would look unatural considering my weight so, eh. I'm not against the concept of facial masculinization or body sculpting or whatever but the truth is i just. don't think those surgeries are made for my body type. I may be wrong, but a lot of the surgeries i see for masculinzing torsos need flat stomachs to work well, so im just eh on getting surgeries that im not sure would look natural on me. I have a few more surgeries planned but in all honesty im not certain on the path of my transition past those. I would like a hysterectomy as soon as possible, any maybe if i can, a minor bottom surgery procedure at the same time. I've thought of phallo possibly in the future, but likely not until im out of school at least. but even thats pretty up in the air. and who knows? i could change my mind and get facial masculization or go off t or do whatever, im just not really certain yet, and feel no need to rush into it. Something ive been thinking about a little lately is how i don't think i want to go stealth, but it's kinda nice when people don't know me immediatly as a trans dude, something im just starting to expereince. I never want to be closeted, but sometimes its nice to know im being viewed 100% as a guy, yknow? It's so hard to gauge when cis people actually see me as a man when they know im trans, it's just.. nice to not worry about that sometimes. I think as you get further on t, your ideas of how you want to be viewed change a lot. I never thought i'd be hairy, i thought that wasn't something i'd face, but im not mad that i am. I don't think it makes me any less of a femme. I've also, as i mentioned, become more comfortable with the concept of dressing femme in mens clothes. I didn't know that id still come off as gay and femme when i dressed in just a tshirt and jeans, but i do, it's kinda wild! this has become kinda rambly but i really have valued these past 4 years on t, it's been a whirlwind, truly.

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intergalactic-chameleon · 1 year

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gender stuff once again

SOOO ive finally come full circle and am now considering hypothetically one day getting top surgery (if not just breast reduction) and maybe also going on T at some point.

literally about a year ago when i was discussing gender with my roommate at the time, she asked me if i would consider getting top surgery after i told her that i was going to get a binder just to “try it out” and see “how it feels.”

i thought abt it, but told her “no, not really” because my boobs had never rly bothered me before and they made me feel “more like an adult” (im really short and tiny and would occasionally get mistaken for being a teenager rather than someone in their twenties, so my boobs were often the one age indicator for people). besides, they also made me feel attractive - i had long, wavy hair and taking topless photos of myself was a hobby of mine because i just looked fucking good. ultimately, my tits, which have always been somewhat disproportionally big (i think im a 34D), helped feel me more feminine and sensual as i grew up. though i definitely had a hard time trying to find cute tops that fit me and give me enough support sans bra, i still built a good wardrobe of interesting feminine clothing that i really enjoyed.

but despite all of this, i still wanted to try out something different. at the time last year, i had only just begun to think about being more transgressive with my gender presentation. i had realized that i wanted a shorter, boyish haircut (specifically to look like steve harrington) and kind of started to wear less feminine clothing overall. i also was discovering how attracted i was to men in an undeniably queer (ie. faggy) way, which further propelled me to explore masculine identity even more.

anyway, i was prolonging ‘the big chop’ until after my sister’s october wedding, so i began to grow my facial hair out in order to grow more comfortable with gender non conformity. and to my surprise, my mustache became very noticeable and at some point i realized that i could genuinely grow a little baby chin beard. ofc, by the time of the wedding, i shaved all that off, but went right back to growing it out.

then, the big day: i got my first ever short cut in january. it was shorter than i was expecting, but i immediately felt something shift. i started to feel a lot more confident and got tons of affirming compliments from loved ones about how well it fit me. i also finally felt comfortable enough to dress more “masculinely” and my facial hair didnt make me feel ratty and unkempt anymore; it just fit.

in the coming months i continued to feel more confident and expressed myself more openly around my peers. additionally, a lot of my trans peers started identifying me as trans (which was honestly very validating because i kinda felt like i couldnt loudly identify as trans unless other ppl saw me that way). thus, ever since i’ve been thinking about myself as a trans person and continuing to develop my identity around that.

however, now that ive been actively presenting more masculine/andro for about 6 months now, ive now run into several things about my appearance that i kinda struggle with, such as my height, my shoulder width, my small little arms, fussing with my hair, and of course, my chest. and so i now have this conundrum where im not necessarily experiencing intense gender dysphoria that leaves me feeling depressed, but i have this voice in my head that’s just like “hm, yknow, it’d be nice to maybe not have my tits” bc i’d really like to show off my chest / torso but my tits are so big that it’s distracting !!! and if im binding then i cant rly show off anyway…

so tl;dr: my tits dont make me hate myself but they’re getting on my nerves bc i feel like i’d be hotter without them but that doesnt feel like a good enough reason to gather all the resources needed to obtain a reduction/removal !!!! i also get sad thinking abt how pretty n feminine i used to look and how getting my tits altered (and/or if i went on a low dose of T) would make it hard for me to “return” to how i used to look … idk. how do i find out what i truly want for myself….

#personal #gender #long rambling rant type post #this is basically just a reiteration of the last gender post i made lmao

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jp-barbedwire · 1 year

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When i feel like shaving then ima shave, for now im really into the beard with no head hair look. I should have put glue on my hair since i was a child. I fucking hate short hair on me. Thts why im bald. I hate short hair so much. Long hair is iight not all tht, i was just exprimenting thats why i used to have long hair w my the undertaker hair line on it. From bold its to form my top and im never ever growing out short hair or ceasers or none of tht, from top to mohawk to jashua top only head hair. I prefer play around toy hair over a expensive style like me rocking a ceaser again. I rather rock a austin. On me...... im not into short hair, on u its fine. I dont judge others.

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spikesbimbo · 4 years

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Drunk in Love

Summary: Getting drunk and confessing your love for your “boy” friend and fucking him was most definitely not what you expected to go down on the usual night.

Pairing: Issei Matusukawa x Reader

Tags: Timeskip!Tattoed Mattsun, softdom!issei Hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, smut, fluff, virgin!reader, Unptrotected sex, non-penetrative sex, fingering, oral, pussy/thigh job, clit slapping, sweet dirty talk, praise, drunk sex

Word count: 7.2k

A/N: I heard pussy job and I wrote a whole ass novel

18+ Minors DNI

You run your finger over the condensation of your empty drink, drawing shapes (or what you thought to be shapes, you couldn’t tell at this point) waiting for your dear friend, Makki to bring you a refill of your cocktail.

“Here ya go.” Makki said as he returned with your beloved Malibu Sunset. The smooth coconut rum bringing you back to your first and favorite drink that you ever got drunk on in high school. You smiling at the memory

“Thanks.” you say. Your reply being mumbled by the liquid already in your mouth.

This all started with Iwaizumi calling Mattsun up, you and Makki hearing “You wanna get wasted?” on the other side of the phone. And with pleasure, you two were already packing your stuff up, shoving yalls “pregame” bottles back in the bag. The three of you made your happy way there climbing through the fence of the abandoned skate park you were in. Needles to say it was abandoned for a reason, but what’s life without a little danger.

You three and the rest of the third years have been friends since high school, meeting in freshman year, and now including Oikawa’s girlfriend. You actually didn’t like Oikawa at first, his “pretty boy” demeanor making you internally cringe. But his personality grew quickly on you, being the perfect target to tease you and Iwa clowning him over everything.

Now back to you on your nth drink, complaining about your previous job that fired you because u got injured, even though you know you wouldn’t have lasted long there anyways because you weren’t that academically inclined. Bright? Whatever you wanted to call it.

And as-usual it wasn’t long before your crybaby ass immediately called Makki and Issei and “tried” your best to tell them what happed with your dramatic self-induced tears running down you race, while Makki urged to you to try to calm down and Issei straight up laughing at the state your were in, snot running out of your nose. You recoiling at the thought, hoping they forgot. (Spoiler, they didn’t)

But now you nanny for a rich couple and you get payed good to play with cute babies all day, sounds good to you! Luckily, you had the week off due to them going on a vacation, you think it was France, no, the south of France. Must be nice.

Cue to now, Mattsun chuckling and leaning on you and Iwaizumi; both of you, especially Iwa, being visibly done with his shit. Him reminding you about the times you bought him some random shit, which you went out of your way for since he always payed for you, like that chopper keychain because you said it reminder you of him.

He didn’t know what compelled you to say his 6’2, tattooed built self looked like a tiny reindeer but okay. It still meant a lot to him, hooking it onto his motorcycle keys. But you knew he appreciated it, despite his appearance he’s a softie.

“You wanna try this’” He says gaining his composure offering you one of the shots he got.

You took one of the mini glasses, not being the type to back down and promptly swung the drink to the back of your mouth, quickly coughing before it even reached your throat.

“This shit is fucking gross.” You coughed out bringing the glass down from your lips.

“Imagine being sober. Can’t relate.” He said taking another shot.

“I guess I should do that but ive passed the point of giving a fuck” You said sending yall into a giggling fit while somehow Makki was thrown in to support yall from falling over. You two carry on laughing ignoring everyone’s stares at you thinking about how much yall fit perfectly together.

Makki rearranges himself to sit back in his chair, far away, from the both of you, whispering “Damn. I’m really third wheeling.” under his breath. Getting a snicker out of Oikawa sitting next to him.

“When your best friends are ignoring you. Sad times.” He continues bringing his bottle to his mouth getting no response.

Issei chuckles and gets up shoving his hands in his pocket reaching for the cigarettes. Pulling them out while failing to find his lighter

“Fuck.” He muttered

“Any’all got a light?”

No one responds so you sacrifice yourself “Yeah” you say reaching into your pocket grabbing out your prized possession of a hot pink, bedazzled lighter that you did yourself, reaching out to hand it to him.

“Don’t lose it” you stated seriously trying not to break a smile.

“K’ sweet cheeks.” He said smirking into the butt between his lips as he walked away. Your face now burning up, hoping that everyone would think it was because of the alcohol.

You mind wanders, thinking about the “dates” you two go on, from watching shows you “forcing” him to watch some romantic anime, to going to the skatepark, to playing video games with the rest of the 3rd years (which you don’t really like but you’ll play for him) and him surprising you with takeout, you bringing out candles trying your best to make it cute with him telling u everything you everything about his day.

And you always tried to remain calm, even though sometimes he deserved to get his ass beat, like that one time he broke one of your favorite pair of heels. It honestly hurt him even more, he wanted you to get mad at him but no, you just acted like nothing happened. Making the guilt rise in him. Let’s just say didn’t have to lift a finger for the next few weeks.

You basically babied him, taking care of all his “chores”, mainly making him food when you were at his place knowing he hated doing it. Makki teasing you for acting like his housewife, leading to you slapping the shit outta him while trying to cover your now red cheeks.

You’ve never been so grateful for your attire at the moment, blessing yourself for not wearing your usual outfits of short skirts and cute tops, defending yourself saying what housewife dresses in beat up vans and baggy clothes. You definitely not imaging yourself in that position for the rest of the day.

You expressed that you just liked to take care of people, which was true. You always looked out for them, bringing an extra umbrella, to bringing cookies you made at 2 in the morning to school, always carrying band-aids (yes, the paw patrol ones you took from the kids you babysit).

You checked the time on your phone seeing it was late since the sun at last went down, your lock screen being your dogs to their complaint since they have a group photos of you all from high school as theirs. To which you replied “They’re my babies” getting a groan and huff out of them.

Seeing the notifications of your group chat you grinned at the contact name you and Issei gave each other; yall jokingly call each other pet names, his contact being honeybun and yours being pumpkin, even including Makki in your contacts as pudding bc then it wasn’t weird, right? no.

“What’re you smiling at y/n?” Oikawa cheekily asks teasing you. You turn to him giving him a dirty look, not having enough energy to deal him right now.

“Don’t listen to his bullshit.” Oikawa’s girlfriend says. You’re thankful for her. She was always on your side, being the only other girl in your friend group. To be honest you just wanted her and you to hang out most of the time, but of course to your disapproval her boyfriend and his friends had to join in.

“Fuck this. Fuck you. I’m sleeping.” You say getting up to her objection, the only thing on your mind wanting to retire for the night.

“You sure you’ll be fine? Let us at least walk you home.” She said already grabbing her boyfriend’s arm.

“Nah, im good. I live right down the road.” You try to say not slurring. The last thing you want is him teasing you even more, especially in this state, knowing you, you’d probably start crying at the slightest irritation when youre this drunk.

You started to “walk” towards your house resting your hand against the brick walls to not lose your balance, leading you to run into Issei. You stopped to watch him lean against the alley holding a cigarette between his index and middle finger.

“I’m hiding like a bitch” He says noticing you, resting his weight against the wall.

“Wanna be a bitch with me? He grinned blowing out the smoke out with his words.

You didn’t reply, just walking over to him, just being around him made you feel warm.

"Fuck its windy.” He says trying to light a new cig.

“C’you make me a house?” He asks.

You go up and put your hands around his cigarette, this not being your first time. Your hands wrap a little tighter to prevent the wind from burning out his flame. He joins you with his free hand helping, finally getting his cig to light.

“Thanks doll” He smirks.

“No problem princess.” You reply earning a laugh out of him.

He takes his first hit with his and your hands still wrapped around it. He gets an up-close look at your hands, noticing how tiny they were, seeing all the scars that he never noticed, making a mental note to ask you how you got them later.

His head gets close to yours for the first time in a while due to his height. You glance at his face, noticing his features seeing some stubble growing on his face.

“You ain’t shave?” You ask, never seeing it in the past, while he was moving back up, blowing the smoke away from you.

“What, you don’t like my majestic beard? “He jokes. Making you giggle almost losing your balance before catching yourself on the wall.

“s’too much work.” He starts. “You wanna shave it for me?” he says slightly leaning towards you. Handing you back your lighter knowing you didn’t need him to carry it because your pants actually had pockets in them for once.

You let out a soft laugh not responding again. He catches on, you got quiet when you were tired and he made out that you were walking towards your house.

“You going home?” he asks already knowing the answer.

“Yeah.” You respond more than happy to have him walk you back, him already moving to walk next to you.

He walks you home, you two talking about random shit, both of you forgetting about your skateboards leaving Makki to deal with them. And even though you’re drunk as fuck you’re still in the right state of mind, carrying a normal conversation with him. But just because you’ve built a tolerance doesn’t mean you can do basic tasks, like walk correctly.

When he reaches your house, he types in the keycode, your first dogs birthday, being glad that you, him and Makki have each other’s memorized.

He leads you into you house setting you on the couch, petting your dogs that ran up to him.

“Mommy’s not feeling too good” He said giving them the affection they deserved.

“Yes I am.” You slurred getting them attention on you now.

He walked over to your counter putting on the playlist that you two made together on shuffle, High fashion being the first to play. You didn’t like when it was quiet because too many thoughts would run though your head. You were in no way sad, singing the lyrics while you were laughing barely being able to hold yourself up as proof.

Remembering you were tired, he takes you off the couch and borderline carries you to your room, , setting you on your plush blankets that you had so many of because it was warm and comfy.

“Easy, there. Try to sit up.”He said, trying to ask you what draws your pj’s were in because he didn’t want to snoop around; neither of you being bothered that you were half naked, what’s the difference between panties and a bikini, he thought remembering the times you’ve been to the beach together.

Well it was maybe the fact that you were clinging onto him because u stumbled into him and he was closest stable thing around and you wouldn’t let go because it was cold and you couldn’t stop shaking.

He ignores his thoughts and grabs the shirt he got out figuring you don’t need to change your bra because you told him and Makki that it was normal to keep it on for a few days after they were in awe as you were explaining how expensive they were. You calling Oikawa’s girlfriend to prove your point as she immediately agreed with you…Sometimes you might have got a little too comfortable with them.

You hear the song in the background change to Love Songs, you humming along, “Hope you smile when you listen.”

You were still holding on to him, your boobs squeezing against him, him only being able to put a t-shirt on you, while you looked up at him with your red glossy eyes making him burn up.

You fidget timidly with your face now in his chest while gripping his sweater. Trying to build up the little courage you had. He tilts your head up making you look at him, wondering what you were thinking about.

You try to express yourself, but you can’t get the words out him having no idea what is going on in your head at the moment.

“It’s okay to be nervous sometimes. Tell me” He gently says reading your body language. He was intuitive, so there was no way you could hide your feelings from him.

But you knew you could trust him, him having full self-control, always staying collected and following through on what he said he’d do. He went out of his way to avoid any friction coming between you two, him never raising his voice or starting an argument.

“We need to talk.” You started. “About something important.”

“Ok…What is it?” He questioned rubbing his hands on your back. You were so nervous, were you really about to say this? Confess your feelings that you’ve pushed to the back of your heart for so long?

“I… I l… I love your face. And the stuff in it. and around it.” You spoke, being surprised you did it stutter.

He stood there, hands stopped moving trying to process what you just said.

“Just you, in general…” You finally confess trying to state three things at once barely getting your words out.

But he understood exactly what you meant, or maybe he was warping what you said to fit what he wanted.

"I don’t even know when I started liking you, but this shit won't go away." You restated

Nope. He clearly just heard you say that.

He doesn’t understand what’s so different about today. Yall have been in this scenario multiple times taking care of each other, sometimes including another into the mix.

You didn’t understand either. You just felt like the time was right, even though you know it wasn’t the best idea to confess while you were drunk off your ass.

But you couldn’t help it, your feelings overflowing, which you never until this day let get the best of you, being vulnerable and trusting is not your usual . Youve never even had a crush on anyone, him being to only in your whole life to make you blush.

Who you been vibin' wit and why I can't make you mine?

You should have seen the signs that you feel for him when he helped that lady that lives down the street from him set up her Christmas lights or when he first met your dog that wasn’t fond of men, but it instantly liked him. And you loved his selflessness it was something you admired and applauded.

“y/n” He tries talking you down, making sure you weren’t just saying this because of alcohol, deep down knowing he felt the same, you always being in the back of his mind.

You were generous with your time too, always being there for him. You knew he was softer than he appeared, he was tender, sensitive and vulnerable. He tried his hardest to not get into situations where anyone would get hurt, like breakups, arguments, and so on.

Which is why he won’t make the first move. He pushes his feelings to the back of his head. He values your friendship more than anything, but he can see what develops. If love is meant to be, it will happen.

I told you I am down for the worse or the better. But I keep sticking to you cause them four stupid letters

“You make me so happy. And I’ll always care about you. Okay? He says breaking the silence, trying to reassure you.

“You mean so much to me—something I can’t even put into words because nothing can compare- I’ve wanted you since that day you tripped and bust your ass in the school hallway I still want you even though you drive me insane.”

“Iss-“ You tried to get out only to have him continue talking over you.

"I love that you can’t leave the house without a jacket. I love the wrinkles that appear on your forehead after you call me crazy. I love that it takes you hours to get ready. I love that you always know how to make me feel better. I love that even when you don’t agree with my decisions you always trust me to make them. I love that when I spend a day with you, I can still smell you on my clothes; and I love that you are the last person I think of before I go to sleep at night."

You stood there awestruck for what feels like eternity until you mustered the bravery to speak “I didn’t expect you to feel the same way-” You said, being dumbfounded because from what you’ve seen treats everyone “nice”, were you really getting special treatment?

He tilts your chin up, locking his dark eyes with yours. “Baby I don’t know if your notice but you and Makki are my only people that aren’t my family that call me my first name.”

He has a point. You think pushing yourself more into him, trying to fuse your bodies together to hide, not relaxing what you were doing to him. He tries to nudge your legs to the side but you won’t let go still clinging onto him.

“fuck” He groans. You pulling back wondering why until you looked down and noticed. A smirk appeared on your face as you reattached your self to him like velcro. You were feeling bold, the liquid courage still in your system driving you to slide your fingers down his chest, looking him in the eyes before stopping at his waistband.

He knows what you’re doing, him being in this position multiple times. Does he really want to ruin your friendship like this? He hasn’t even asked you to be his girlfriend. He tries to push you off him already knowing you were gonna complain. But what he didn’t expect was for you to whimper out his name in that pretty voice of yours.

He tried to keep his calm, blood already rushing down. “You know what you’re doing”

“yeah” You start.

“y’don’t want me?” Giving him your pouty face that you know he’s weak for, hoping that’ll work, insecurity piling up. Was it because your boobs weren’t that big or that fact that you were dressed like man? Was he not attracted to you right now, only liking you when you were dolled up?

“Fuck” You think. You should have worn something cute instead of dressing like a whole ass man even with your makeup fully done. Its not like you were supposed to know you were gonna get fucked today.

His were burning holes into you now, thinking of how to say “No, I would be more that happy to fuck you!” to his best friend, soon regaining his consciousness finally speaking.

“Fuck no doll, ive wanted you for a minute. You know me better than I know myself. How did you not notice my feelings?”

You got me singing love songs, love songs, love songs

“You’re really hard to read” You replied trying to maintain your seductive act, resting your hands back on his chest.

“So are you.” He said lowering his head, you still looking up at him, taking in your gleaming eyes.

Sex ain't the only thing that's on my mind But you get me so excited, whoa

Your heart was beating so wildly that you could only take little sips of breath. His hands running down your waist stopping at your hips.

“Can I kiss you?" He asks "...yeah” you attempted to say as confidently as you could, nodding your head along with it.

His face bent down, hot mouth breathing over you. His lips slowly moved, brushing over yours, the liquor on his lips that you hated; only choosing fruity drinks even though you got relentlessly teased you for it. You pushed further into the kiss desperately wanting more. Your teeth clicking his from being impatient, wanting to suck him in. Your hands sliding under his shirt subconscious desires reaching out.

Irreplaceable Tattoos from your neck that drop down to your ankles

“You’re drunk…” he says snapping you out of your trance.

“So are you.”

He dove in for another kiss much more passionate than the previous one, arguably needy, pusing you on the bed to which you more than happily comply. He tugs back not letting his mind get the best of him, disconnecting your spit trial leaving you panting. “You sure this alright?” He says deep down hoping you still say yes.

You pull him back for your answer, your grabby little hands working their way back up his shirt. He gets the hint and pauses your lips rendezvous, taking off the turtleneck that he looked oh so good in, before seeing his unclothed body. You’re admiring his body in a new way, before just complimenting him whenever he got a new tattoo, now up under him tracing them like a lovestruck teenager.

“When did you get this one?” You quietly ask, his ears closer to you than they’ve ever been.

“I got it that day you faked sick”

“What! You said were gonna take me!” You sulked, turning your head away from his as much as you could, crossing your arms.

He let out a slight laugh before gently taking your face in his hands, guiding you back into the kiss.

This is not really what he imagined for your first time. He’s an old-fashioned romantic who likes to take one step at a time. But then again nothing was ever normal with you. That said, when he falls in love, he falls deep.

“You’ve done this before?” You uttered.

“Hmm?” He mumbles, unmoving his lips from you kissing you, moving towards your neck.

“You still with that other girl?”

“No. I broke it off her, everything that came out of her mouth was bullshit, and no she wasn’t my girlfriend.”

“You didn’t trust her? You added. Trying to distract him until you could think of a way you could say “hey in my 21 years of life I’ve never got passed kissing a guy.”

“Our relationship was purely built on lies, I’d second guess everything she said. He replied, wondering if you were interrogating him.

“Why’d you wanna know?” He asked bringing his face up from your skin.

“…No one’s ever touched me like this, fuck.” You bashfully admitted, thoughts racing through your head that he didn’t want you anymore because you weren’t experienced.

But he knew what was running through that pretty head of yours, his fingers reaching out to with your hair trying to comfort you.

“You’re a virgin?” He curiously asked dragging his hand to your cheek, you leaning into it.

“y-yeah” you muttered trying to move your eyes away from his looking down at his body.

“I thought you had a boyfriend before” he said, softly turning your jaw to make you look at him. Your eyes diverted from his arms back to his eyes.

“We weren’t actually dating” You quickly say trying to clear up the misunderstanding. “He was my friend and seatmate that pretended to be my fake boyfriend to get me out of some trouble” you spewed out “and I guess I forgot to tell everyone that it was fake.”

“Even if we were that doesn’t mean we fucked.” You sheepishly replied.

“So… what trouble did your fake boyfriend get you out of.” He questioned knowing how much trouble it must have been for you, miss independent, to go to such lengths.

“Umm, well…this guy wouldn’t stop flirting with me even after I told him I don’t like him, even following me to my other classes.”

He wasn’t surprised, you were definitely a sight for sore eyes, in fact the prettiest thing he’s laid his eyes on, your beaming eyes, your dimple when you smiled, your pretty face, your “ugly” laugh, he could go on for days.

“Why are we talking about this” You whined, reaching your hand back out to him.

He took a hint and continued kissing you, bringing you closer to him while you attempted to take you shirt off. His hands helping you seeing as that you were struggling, being lost in his touch, finishing by moving you up more on you bed, pushing your plushies out of the way, to your protested because “they had feelings too.”

He ignored you, bending down to pull your panties off stopping once he saw the slick coming through them.

“Fuck baby you’re wet” He breathed dragging his fingers across your clothed slit earing a whimper from you, leaving his fingers drenched.

Shawty, you wanna feel good, I wanna feel good too Don't I make you feel good?

“M’always wet.” you responded.

From what? He questions taking off your soaked cotton panties, tossing them to the side.

“From me?” He smirks bringing his hand back towards your heat. You not even comprehending what he just said, just knowing that you’re ashamed of how worked up you were getting.

You were in awe. You’ve always known his hands were big, but in this situation your mind wondered. His fingers were so much bigger than yours knowing you can barely fit two inside your with out it hurting, and not in a good way.

“Do you know how pretty you are? It’s honestly distracting.”. He says kissing down your whole body, stopping at your breasts, licking lazily around and coming back to the nub. The attention on your nipples making you squirm and he finally lets go, you grateful that he stopped or you would have almost cum, how embarrassing.

“I thought you said were gonna get them pierced” He remembered, you going on a whole rant about how cute they were.

“You said u were gnna get em with me” You looked back on, reminding yourself making him promise to get them with you because you were too scared of the pain.

“That was the same day you played sick and I got that tattoo.” He stated lightening the mood, hoping you can calm yourself down before you actually embarrass yourself.

He picks back up and continues kissing all the way down your body, you playing with his hair while biting your lip to muffle your moans and whine until he reaches your entrance.

He parted your legs, your pussy laid out before him, believing you no have reason to be shy about it either. He paused, admiring your swollen cunt and puffy clit, you were beautiful.

The feeling that he didn't want anyone else ever in his position overtook him. He let out a little breath on your clit and you thrashed around. He wasn't going to play. “I’ll take care of you.”

His lips travel over your skin, light and heated before settling himself between your legs, grabbing you by your thighs and dragging you closer. “That tickles.” you giggle, nerves making you kick your legs, almost hitting him in the face before he grabs them. He puts them down locking your legs with his arms, lowering himself until he’s on the ground facing you.

“Does it make you nervous when I stare?” he teases while your covering your face trying to hide the blush he caused. He puts his mouth on you, quickly gripping your thighs, his hands leaving imprints in your skin dragging you even more into him, deprived kisses taking over your body.

“yer so pretty” You purred seeing the sight of his big build between your legs, your fingers grabbing onto his curly dark locks, tugging them.

Issei moans, his voice radiating through your body, forcing out a cry, blessing him with your pretty voice. “I-Issei!” You cry, never feeling like this before, your vibrator and hands doing it no justice.

“Shh, just look at me, doll.”

You can barely make out what he says, so drunk on pleasure. You try your best, doing anything to see the pretty man beneath you. But you get interrupted by your pleasure, your back arching not being able to control your body, grinding down to meet his lips, heat rising in you.

He kisses through your wetness playing with your bud. You choking on your spit, back arching again your body tensing up. “Issei,” You beg, grabbing him knowing what you want but not being able to express it. Luckily he can read you like an open book, knowing what you want, driving you over the edge as he makes you see stars. “Good girl,” he sighs when he feels you let go of his wrist letting him bring you your first orgasm.

“Look at your thighs shaking so much.” He teasingly cooed, wrapping his hands around them, bringing you out of your daze.

Shawty, your body is so exciting

Arching your back into the blankets, letting out a whine “Want your fingers.”.

He lets out a condescending laugh. “You need to learn to be patient. You just came and you’re already so eager for more?”

But by the time he finished your body went limp, you were totally weak, body loose-limbed and pliant. Your mind clouded by lust and deep in your own world. You gasped out a little sob, unable to comprehend anything beyond the discomfort and the need to have it gone. You can’t think straight all you can do is take action, grabbing his arm him easing his fingers into to you.

It’s not too tight, is it?” you ask clenching around his fingers.

“Just relax… let yourself feel it” He says barely being able to move in you. Fuck so were so tight.

“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.” He added starting to thrust them inside you, making you let out a string of moans.

“Look how good you take it.”

“Fuck, you’re so messy.” He groaned feeling the slick running down his hands, before taking them out.

“Issei-i,” You cried when he pulled away, pleasure leaving you, tears coming back.

He shushes you easily, his fingers wiping your tears. You were so precious to him, your moans music to his ears. He slows down repositioning his fingers, making you let out a whimper squeezing around them. Your brains so crowded you can’t focus, can’t gather the strength to speak when he thrust them faster inside you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you fell back, fingers curling inside you, chanting his name over and over, incoherent words coming out of your mouth begging for more.

You pussy tightens as you cum, unable to breath, letting out gasps and whines. Him still fucking you, fingers not stopping, pushing them in and out relentlessly feeling both pain and pleasure. You lay there, wet in your own cum not giving yourself a break before you went and got what you really wanted, his cock.

His eyes followed the movement of your hands as they pushed down his boxers, revealing the length of his cock, that jutted proudly from his hips. He was so pretty, so virile and handsome. Wondering how lucky you were to be in such a position with him.

You pushed away those thoughts and focused on him, pulling him forward gently, but he followed his encouragement. One of his hands tilted his cock down toward your lips. “Open your mouth for me, baby.”

You parted them instantly, tongue sliding slightly outward, and then you whimpered as the warm weight of his cock slid into your mouth. You let your eyes flutter closed and swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock not knowing exactly what you were doing, but it was working, tasting the salty tang of the precum that wept from his leaking slit. You moved your tongue as the he put his hand into your hair, gripping the strands and pushing deeper into his mouth.

“You look so good on your knees like that. “He says meeting your eyes once again, almost cumming from the picture below him.

“Slowly, baby, I’m not going anywhere.” He says slowing you down by grabbing your hair, making a pace that you follow.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, just like that.” Seeing that sinful look in your eyes with your redden swollen lips.

You moan feeling yourself drip down your thighs, getting even wetter giving him head. Trying to ease the discomfort by closing your legs, griding them together, trying to find some friction. Your ears hearing “That’s so fucking hot.” watching the scene unfold beneath him.

Your jaw hurts, trying got make him cum faster using your hands and lips together hollowing your cheeks. “Oh fuck, oh, Jesus, fuck yes, there, just like that, fucking Christ" he groans out, his voice sounded beautiful to your ears, knowing he was about to cum.

He finally lets go cumming in your mouth, you swallowing it all, trying not to wince at the taste. “Did I do good” You ask waiting for his reply. Your doll eyes, so red and worn out looking up at him for approval. Fuck he was whipped.

“Yeah…fuck baby”

I love when you get on top and you ride it

You get back under him, his cock resting on you, drenched and clenching around nothing, resting in your cum. You working yourself up against him.

“What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?” He says to your complaint.

“You’re not ready yet.” he mumbles against your whining. Spreading your legs, slapping your clit a few times before letting his cock rest on your folds. Finally getting “seated” he picks up your legs and puts them both on one of his shoulders your thighs warming his cock, your knees touching his cheek not moving, getting a kick out of how desperate your were for him.

“s-stop being mean” You cried reaching out for him to come closer, needing affection after all you’ve been though.

“Aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you? He says leaning into you, reaching your kiss, tasting the remnants of the cum in your mouth.

He plundered your mouth and slowly teased his cock over your entrance, catching it against your clit and making you whimper into the kiss, clearly wanting to be fucked. Your kiss turned you sucking on Issei’s tongue and lips, biting the swollen pout until his lips were red and puffy. He pulled back and looked down at you, a beautiful mess under him.

His fat cock head pushed between your folds. The moan escaping both of your lips was primal. You were turned on beyond imagination and the way he was thrusting forward, spreading his leaking precum on your wet clit was almost too much. He quickly picked up his pace fucking your folds, his warm head brushing against your clit with every movement, but your greedy self wanted more.

The fact that he made you cum so easily made you proud. Just because you’ve never gone this far with someone else doesn’t mean you’ve never cum, you’ve had a lot of practice over the years, being insatiable, the sheets soaked underneath you from your previous orgasms being proof.

“Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.” He moans getting your attention him.

You tried, you really tried, but the way he was stroking you, imagining what it’d be like to actually sit on his cock, the lewd sounds echoing in the background leaving you unable to focus.

He taps on your cheek eventually getting you look at him, keeping your mind on him by placing his fingers in your mouth you letting him, hazily sucking on them, not being able to close your mouth.

“Oh, baby, you’re drooling everywhere.” He grumbles. Your spit dripping onto his fingers, the friction of your thighs making him feral, moving at an even faster pace. Your body bouncing with every thrust.

“You gonna cum after I cum on your little clit? Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.” You sob feeling the puddle beneath you, time slowing, fire pooling in your tummy. Listening to his words you let yourself go. You come with a silent scream as the pleasure ripped through your body, your nails scratching his soft skin. Your vison fading to black feeling him lose his rhythm and moaning a mixture of curse words along with your name, feeling him cum on your tummy before resting his head in your neck while letting your legs go.

“So good for me, look at how much you came.” He says breaking the static. You whining into his shoulder, emotions high, never doing this before.

“I know, baby, I know. I’m right here, just breathe.” He says. You two laying in silence for an unclear amount of time, him rubbing your back while you rest in his chest almost dozing off.

“Are we still…friends?” You croak out trying to hold back your sobs already knowing the answer that you two were defiantly not friends now and never would be just friends again.

“Friends don’t do this type of shit” He maintained grabbing your shoulders to sit you and him up. You were worried, did he only do this with you because he was drunk? You were anxious that you scared him away because you just poured your heart out to him and pushed yourself on him. You left your head down, tears already coming out to your dismay. You moved your hand up to wipe them but he beat you to it.

“Look at me… I love you.” He says holding your cheeks in his palm. You in awe, hoping that you weren’t imagining it, that this was real life.

“R-really” You question making him worry too, preferring to forgive and forget rather than letting this a divide between the two of you in case you went back on your feelings. You were so overwhelmed, never feeling love until this moment, so happy that the person you longed for liked you back. Yours tears running once again.

“Shh, shh, it’s alright...Don’t cry.”

You don’t even know why you were crying, the hangover already getting to you making you get a headache. You groaning in his arms complaining that your head and throat hurt.

“Ill be back” he says detaching himself from you, letting you know he was coming right back.

He walks to your fridge opening it to see every drink but water, having too dig through all of them, especially the absurd amount of apple juice guessing it was your “once a year craving for it”. He finally got you some cold water, putting It in a cup and waked back to your room.

“Issei” you whined not picking your head up from the pillow.

“Shh baby im right here.”

He sat down beside you on your bed lifting your head up. “Here drink this” he reassured, to which you ignored not wanting anything to go in your mouth, just wanting the day, or night as it was now, to end.

“It’s just water, honey, look.” You sat yourself up with his help seeing him in just his boxers, you remembering your still naked, not caring enough to cover yourself. He held to glass to your mouth, babying you, tilting it far back enough to where you could drink it. The water hit the back of your mouth feeling like a shot making you cough.

“I know, it hurts. I’m sorry but we have to” He stated. You continued to drink it, feeling the stinging in the back of your throat, him comforting you, calling you “good girl” which was unsurprisingly working.

He put the cup on your dresser when you finished, climbing back into bed with you leaning your body into his. “Have you ever thought about...us? Y’know, as an...item?” he said causing you to look at him with wide eyes.

“Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.” He insisted making you cheeks flush. You try to think of a way to respond, not wanting to keep him waiting.

“You’re the best thing that has, and ever will, happen to me. Not only am I deeply in love with you, you’re my best friend.” You stammer out, your shaky hands somehow made there way to his neck, letting them fall slowly before he grabs them dragging you in for a kiss before you got to even see his face.

“Everybody has always thought we’re a couple.” He continued taking his time kissing you all over your face. “Then I guess we should be.” You retort, kissing him back before you could see his reaction, not wanted to be embarrassed anymore today. But he caught you, holding you still “Really “y/n? Like deadass?” He asked.

“Yes dummy, I want to be your girlfriend” You say causing him to grin swearing you’ve never seen him smile that big, before he gives you one last kiss.

“I always kiss you on the cheek, why are you blushing now? He teases laying back down, you following along. You just snuggle into him mumbling something along the lines of “m’tired”, he understanding and speaking to you in a soft, gentle voice while helping you to bed, so he doesn’t make it harder for you to sleep by being loud. “I’m here love, I’m not going anywhere.” He whispers into your ear mkanig your heart swoon one last time before you pass out.

“I l-love you issei.” You sleepily mumble.

“Tell me this when you’re sober.” He says stroking your head.

“Just relax, close your eyes...”He murmurs, your heart beating slower every second. Both of you together, lazy, slow presses. Limbs pressed together, chests heaving, fingers trailing down backs, tracing lazy patterns.

“Oh!…” He remembers. “If you really wanna get them pierced, we could get matching ones.”

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Hey with kai new facial hair how about angel shaving it for him

You furrowed your eyebrows at the man sitting on the sofa. Your boyfriend. Ever since he was arrested never was the same. You saw it in his eyes even.

The man whose was prideful, had God like mind and wanted to cure the world of the sickness, wasn't there.... All you saw was Chisaki, the broken sheel of a once little bou that was abandoned on the streets and taken care of by Pops.

He must feel horrible after what he did to him... and that his plan actually failed terribly even...

"Here..." you set the tray of food on his lap as he stared at nowhere "I brought this to you my devil, you need to eat.."

No response, only a shaky sigh as he stared at the content on the tray numbly.

Without thinking, you brushed your fingers on his cheek, furrowing your eyebrows in concern at the moment your boyfriend let out another sigh to lean more on your hand which cupped his cheek.

"Just a bit..? For me? Please?" You pleaded in the most soft whisper you ever made before Kai only blinked, nodding faintly soon after that he could eat something.

You smiled in relief and grabbed the spoon to start helping him eat. You knew that this only wounded his now almost non existent ego... but you didn't had any prosthetic arms to give it to him nor an healing quirk...

So that was the best you got.

"The injury in your head... is almost healing. That's a good thing now isn't?" He once again blinked before swallowing what he had on his mouth.

"... I guess..." it came his hoarse and broken voice that almost made you tear up "... I'm.. full now."

"But Kai you-"

"Please.." he almost whispered while hanging his head low "Is enough my angel.. Thank you..."

You brushed your tears away with the heel of your paln while muttering an "okay" to grab the tray only to stop at hearing him calling your name.

"Yes?"

"... dont leave me alone..." he muttered, managing to break your heart once more as you set the tray down on the coffe table to crush his body on yours on a hug. "I... It's been like hell in there a-and-"

"I know." You shushed him while carrasing his back, your cheek squished by his shoulder "I know... you dont have to tell if you dont want to, I will be here anyway..."

You kissed his neck when you noticed hsi shoulders trembling a bit as he burried his face on your hair... seeing how the rest of his arms moved in a desperate way just to feel just an inch more of you glued to his.

It would have break you too if you weren't the inly one available to help your boyfriend get back to sanity and a normal state again...

You sniffled before parting away from the hug to cup his cheeks and nuzzle your nose against his as he gulped down on what you could inly suppose it was a sob by the way his eyes were puffy red.

"Its gonna be okay.." you kissed his lips softly befor scratching his now stubble "We're going to be okay..."

He tsked with a small sad smirk at feeling your lovely scratches on his chin.

"... help me shave this off.." he spoke after a bit of silence and you actually whined which surprised him a bit.

"Whaat? Why??" You pouted "You look so good and sexy with this! And now you're taking my joy away?!"

"You must be joking.." he chuckled lowly "Some parts of the food get stuck in it, is disgisting."

"No is not!" You prosteted "You never let your beard grew, let me enjoy it for just a bit!" You nuzzled and rubbled both your nose and cheek on his chin as he arched an eyebrow at your affection but with a smirk present on his lips.

"Oh please.. you're being dramatic.." he rolled his amber eyes before a frown appeared at the wish he had to envelop you on his arms or to even lift your chin up... but he couldn't.

"Call me whatever you want, but is sexy." You giggled before giving him another kiss, smilling at seeing that Chisaki actually went after your lips for more. "But if it is what you want..."

".. thank you.... I dont feel like... myself.. so maybe this can help.." you furrowed your eyebrows as you helped him up at seeing again the broken and distant face he carried after he escaled the prison along with others.

"A sacrifice for a greater good then." You posed dramatically and smiled at hearing the 'tsk' your boyfriend let out before shaking his head with a smile.

"Brat..."

"Carefull to not cut my throat along with it." He muttered as you carefully slid the slade, sadly getting rid of the the little stubble.

"Are you saying Im clusmy Kai Chisaki?" You arched an eyebrow at him as he only shrugged.

"Just making sure angel is all." He smirked at your puffed cheeks before snatching a towel to clean him up.

"Bye bye sexy stubble..." you mumbled as you carefully wiped away the cream and water.

"Was I not attractive before that abomination then..?" It was meant as a sarcastoc reply, but you could tell the slight bit of insecurity behind it.

"Nah. You're handsome as hell with or without it. It was just a new look is all." You smiled warmly at him as he tsked once again before seeing you had done and giving him the help to get up to look ag the mirror.

"So smooth." You kissed his now vonpletelt clean face as you smiled on his skin at seing the inner chuckle he tried to keep.

"... thank you..." he looked over at you as you smiped up at him.

"Dont need to thank me..."

"I've... been such an asshole on our relationship.." he dropped his head with a sigh "How can you still cate for me in such a tender way?"

Tears was already starting to gather on his eues before you lifted jis head up enough to look at you before gasping at the unexpected kiss you gave to him.

"Because I love you.. Always had, and always will."

His usually sharp golden orbs soften as he tilted his head to continue the kiss, not remembering how your tongues were already intertwined, not remebering how yoy two got ao fast to the bedroom neither remembering of you pushing him gently on the matress as you strabbles his hips, right on top of him.

Breaking the kiss he panted, looking up at you as he always had seen you. An angel send from heaven to him... even if he didn't deserve it for a bit.

"You know I cant do the same-" you shushed him with a peck before lowering your kissed down his jaw as he started to pant and shift his hips uncomfortable becaus eof how suddenly his pants and trousers had becone so tight.

"You can. But thats not the point." You kissed near his earlobe before nimbling a bit as he growled "Let me take care of you.. please?" You used the same tone of voice as before, making him almost feel emotional as he only nodded.

For now and only for you... he would let himself fall to be picked up again... being taken care of aparently wasn't so bad if he was in your arms and love.

#overhaul x reader #chisaki kai x reader #chisaki kai #overhaul #bnha fanfictions #bnha fanfics #bnha villains #zuffer writings #spoilers from bnha chapter 297

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szivtalan · 3 years

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hello hi 🌸 💗 i love ur headcanons so i hope im not bothering u by asking this!

what are ur headcanons for older kagami from knb? what do u think his personality would be like, relationship with family, friends? would he stay friends with any of the GoM or his highschool friends? who would he be closest with? is he in a relationship, and with who? does he get married? want kids? does he go through any changes or crises?

u don't have to answer any of these if they make u uncomfortable but if u do thank u for it! i hope u have a good day!

Hi there!! I hope you have a good day too, I definitely had a pleasant one, esp after seeing this ask! This got a lil long so I’m gonna put it under a cut asdgja

I love to think about the boys’ future, and since Kagami’s my favorite when it comes to picking a basketball brain I love thinking about older Kagami!! I think from the outside, he’s even more intimidating and menacing-looking than he is as a teenager: he probably grows a few inches in height and also in width, bulking up mainly to his shoulders and his arms. He wears his course hair shorter, and he grows a small beard or a goatee, accentuating his chin - altho he really doesn’t always remember to shave, so there’s usually some stubble all over his face, too. Even his eyes seem darker, with his overall stark complexion, but it just means his face lights up all the more when he smiles!

My favorite depiction of older Kagami is still very much rough around the edges, now more than ever, because I like to think that he never gets drafted into the NBA - everyone can’t always achieve their dreams, after all. It’s definitely a huge slap in the face for him, and for a while, he doesn’t even really play basketball. For that period of time, he works for his dad, and he’s estranged from everyone who’s ever been very close to him, including Kuroko and the Seirin team.

He basically snaps out of it when he reunites with Himuro and Alex and they tell him that, “hey.... you can literally still play basketball not getting drafted is not the end of the world, dumbass”, and so he starts to hang out at streetball courts again, play with local kids, teach them a few moves that were apparently too weak sauce for the NBA but they’re plenty fun when it comes to impressing teenagers and curious children.

After that, he quickly finds himself again, quits his job at his dad’s company and comes back to Japan because he realizes that he needs to live his own life and it starts by living where he truly felt at “home”. He finds a western-style diner in Tokyo to work at as a chef, and finally calls Kuroko back, apologizing profusely for the months/years of silence. He reassures Kuroko that he won’t ever disappear like that again, and they always keep in touch after that, because their friendship is for a lifetime.

Kuroko re-introduces him into their group of friends, because of course he would be talking to everyone: the GoM, the guys from Seirin, even some people from the other teams. They play basketball every Friday afternoon/evening with the guys from GoM and whoever is willing and ready to join them, and then they go out to have a few drinks at the local pub.

During the most turbulent years of Kagami’s life, he doesn’t exactly go out looking for his special someone. His love life simply wasn’t a priority to him, and he’s fine on his own - he’s not lonely, he has Kuroko to talk to, Himuro to call, and now, his friends to stand by him. His last relationship was with Aomine, and it. didn’t, exactly, end well, as Kagami recalls. They had a few fights, as how dumb teenagers in love, trying to figure themselves out would do, and when it became too overwhelming, they ended it. Maybe when they meet again, become friendly again, Aomine already has a partner who has inspired him to do better and get better with his depression, or maybe he did that to himself, and there’s just so much tension between the two of them now - so many stolen glances, so many words stuck in their throat, so many what-ifs hanging in the air.

I like to think that they end up together, after all. Maybe they stay too late at the pub one Friday evening, beer after beer until their inhibitions loosen and they start speaking freely about how they feel now and what had hurt them in the past. The conversation goes on when they’re sober, too, and maybe Kuroko helps them sort it out as the mediator he so often is, and Kagami and Aomine get to start over, as better, more balanced, more attentive and self-aware people. And this time, they stay together for good.

I don’t believe either of them would be very passionate about having kids - sure, it would be nice, they’d say, but it’s not a commitment they would be willing to take on until at least they’re forty. By the time they are, most of their friends (Kise, Kuroko, Momoi, even Murasakibara) have kids of their own that they occasionally babysit/co-parent, and they also have a group of children at the nearby streetball court that they’re coaching slash raising. They have a lot of love for those kids, all of them, and they don’t miss having a child on their own when they have so many they care about already. Kagami even cooks for the kids from the court sometimes, and they spend most of their summers in California, and when he has Aomine and his friends by his side, Kagami doesn’t even regret it that he never went pro.

#ask and i shall answer #knb headcanons #kagami taiga #aokaga #ahhhhh this was so nice anon!!! thank you!!#i hope you like reading lolol

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the-trans-otter33 · 3 years

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Poetry Night

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Analogical - Relationship, Anxiety | Virgil Sanders/Logic | Logan Sanders Characters: Anxiety | Virgil Sanders, Logic | Logan Sanders Additional Tags: gay boys, Kissing, Poetry, College, Logan is in college, hes an english major, Virgil is an EMT, no they didnt meet in college, they both love poetry, yes they have facial hair, sue me, im unconditional in the boys styles, poem, apartment roommates, please ignore typos I beg, Virgil put out a roommate application form btw Summary:

Virgil and Logan go to Poetry night together every weekend at Virgil's favorite nightclub. Neither of them have every shared any of their work. But Virgil figured that now was the time to change that.

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Logan shuffled uncomfortably. Virgil had a hold of his index finger, as to not hold the entirety of his crush’s hand. Virgil led them through a crowd of people at his favorite nightclub.

Ever since meeting Logan, he’s got to admit the amount of times he’s showed up for poetry night has increased tremendously. Poetry night was really the only time anyone ever saw him there but even then he didn’t go every night. Then when Logan arrived as his new roommate in his apartment, he became a regular there. Both of them went every single time Poetry night was an event.

Logan absolutely loved poetry, it was his favorite thing. Besides Virgil anyway. Virgil and Logan had been crushing over each since day one, but neither of them wanted to admit it. Logan, as an English major (and creative writing minor in a nearby college) was more than ecstatic when he learned that his roomie had a secret passion for poetry too. It did seem a little odd to Logan at first, Virgil being an EMT in training and all.

Virgil was an anxious ball of messiness most of the time, but there’s nothing more exhilarating to him than having a chance to save someone's life. That's why he became an EMT. He wasn’t a full paramedic yet, but he did just get hired. When Logan learned of this, it truly did just make him swoon even more. A part of him wanted to have a heart attack just so the hot emo EMT he lived with could resuscitate him.

Nevertheless, they both loved poetry and secretly each other. They had lived together for 3 years now and Virgil wanted to do something before Logan got his degree. Virgil, at this point, could barely handle himself whenever he looked at Logan. His roommate had changed so much since when they first met.

A lot of that is Virgil’s fault, making Logan feel more comfortable with his sexuality and his off putting personality that he grew up to hate.

Virgil had watched Logan change from a silent, short haired, clean shaven, polo wearing nerd into a Long haired (he usually wears a man-bun that kills Virgil) , bearded hipster that bore fancy dress shoes, perfect black slacks with his suspenders flowing to the floor whenever he unhooked them from his shoulders.

He always wore different colored button ups (Virgil's favorite has a rainbow pattern) and depending on his mood, a suit vest or one of Virgil’s jackets. At some point, all of their laundry got mixed up and the two gays were so tired that they agreed to just share their wardrobes and wear whatever they wanted. This also killed Virgil, deep down to his core.

Logan has done a lot of the same for Virgil. He encouraged him to dye his hair (pure white) and cut it into a messy (yet somehow smooth???) Mohawk. It was at that point that Virgil decided to get an eyebrow and lip piercing. He was lucky they lived in such a liberal area too, otherwise he’d never get hired as an EMT anywhere else.

Virgil also bore his brown sideburns, letting them grow out after Logan threw the shaving products out of their 7th floor window in a fit of rage (It’s a long story).

Virgil pretty much wore the same exact clothes as before, just with Logan’s wardrobe added in for whenever he felt like it.

Currently though, Logan was being placed right in front of the 4-feet-off-the-ground stage. It was practically nothing to him and Virgil, both of the men being 6’3 in height.

“Virgil, when exactly are you going to tell me what is going on right now?” Logan gained that little smile of his, crossing his arms as Virgil took a step back.

“Well, I can’t exactly tell you, Lo. But I need you to just stay right there and don’t move for the next,” he checked his watch, “minute and twenty-five seconds?” Virgil spoke with a shrug and shield of nervous energy.

Logan nodded, “Sure.”

Virgil kind of hopped between his feet. “I’ll be right back, I guess. You’ll see me.” He didn’t give Logan much time to argue, given as he bolted from the area and Logan actually lost that tall EMT in the crowd. Damn Virgil’s anxiety fueled methods at making himself blend in like a damn chameleon.

Logan looked around. He hoped that Virgil would get back sooner than just a minute. He wouldn’t want Virge to miss the poetry displays and he would hate to miss staring at Virgil getting lost in the words spoken from the stage they yearned to be at every weekend.

That is, until the lights dimmed and the crowd shushed itself. A silhouette of some tall man could be seen sliding across the stage, to the center. Logan’s eyebrows raised and his eyes widened in shock as the lights slowly brightened once more. And there he was.

Virgil stood there, where Logan dreamed of seeing his crush so frequently. Virgil had the microphone in hand, refusing to look anywhere but Logan. He had never shared his poetry to anyone before, besides his roommate but that was a given.

Virgil cleared his throat before he began to speak, clearly having memorized his piece.

“There’s something there that I hold, hidden within the halls,

It surrounds my very being, my every breath, it even bounces like a rubber ball.

Here where I stand, it is so clear, that this thing I hold is very dear to me,

It seems to be a man, wearing glasses and bearing a bun I can’t ever not see.

He’s tall and free, a lot like me.

Bonded by homosexuality,

those beautiful hazel eyes see me for me and have always cared.

It was in recent times that I dared to plot my scheme, after three years.

In terms of dating, both him and I are wet behind the ears,

But I’d love to give it a try if he’d be mine.

Who is this man, I see everyday?

A man I share my home, my life, my everything with?

He’s here with us today, among the crowd of eyes.

There he stands, right in the middle.

Logan McNamara

I’ll speak the truth and ignore the lies.

Would you like to become mine?”

Virgil connected his and Logan’s eyes, letting a smile wash over his face. Logan felt heat rise upon his cheeks, tears almost coming to his eyes as he felt his body move involuntarily. Everyone in the crowd was watching him and Virgil, waiting to see if Logan would say yes.

Logan moved to the stage and lifted himself onto it. He marched over to Virgil, who watched him with anxious eyes and that beautiful smile. Logan took the microphone from his crush’s hand and tossed it aside.

“Virgil?”

“Logan?”

“Yes.” Logan stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Virgil’s torso. Virgil quickly wrapped his around Logan's torso and neck before the English major leant forward, connecting their two lips with a sweet chaste kiss.

#analogical #logan sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides #queer #gay #kissing #romance #poetry #poems #I wrote the poem btw #just so no one else thinks I took it from somewhere #idk #I didnt proofread btw #so ignore typos

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I love your writing so so much!! Prompt: middle-aged husbands! Newt gets back from a work trip with some salt and pepper scruff he didn't have time to shave and Hermann goes a little weak in the knees

oh ho ho....also everything im writing this month and next must necessarily be set a snowy setting sry. as always thank u to k-sci-janitor for bouncing ideas w me over discord mild sexy stuff below cut!

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When Newton stumbles through the front door in a flurry of snow and clatter of suitcases two weeks after he left for a research trip, Hermann notices two things; the first, that the cliche about absence making the heart grow fonder really is true, the second, that Newton’s cheeks (when Hermann rushes to meet him in a rather embarrassingly fast fashion and allows himself to be scooped up into Newton’s arms, of all things) are distinctly...rougher than usual. Rougher, and pricklier. “How’s the hottest scientist in the world?” Newton says, after an entirely inappropriate amount of kissing. The neighbors could see, for goodness’ sake. “God, dude, I missed you so fucking much.”

“Close the door,” Hermann laughs. “You’re letting all the heat out, and the bloody snow in.”

But Newton merely kisses him again and again, cornering him against the wall and settling his hands low on Hermann’s hips. His cheeks scratch Hermann’s skin; Hermann shivers, not knowing whether from it or the chill of the air. “How much did you miss me?” Newton murmurs.

“Not enough to put on a show for the neighbors,” Hermann chides, though he shivers again when Newton nuzzles against him. He taps the end of his cane against the sodden laces of Newton’s boots. “Mm, ah, come on, I’ve lit a fire, and, and made us tea, take your—wet things off, and—”

Newton steps back with a grin. “You gonna warm me up, Hermann?”

“With a fire and tea,” Hermann says. He shuts the door before more snow can drift in to melt on the hardwood. “Er. For now, anyway. And do hang your jacket this time.”

Newton stumbles out of his winter things in record time, and then stumbles after Hermann the moment they’re tossed haphazardly onto the coat rack. “It’s so…neat in here,” he says, marveling as they pass through the tidy kitchen to get to the equally tidy sitting room, where the fireplace blazes away. “Did you do anything besides clean while I was gone?”

The truth of the matter is that Hermann (lost to mathematical abstraction, and lacking a partner to snap him out of it) let his clutter—half-finished tea, discarded notebook pages, broken pencils and chalk—pile up on every available surface throughout the two weeks of Newton’s absence, and only remembered the previous evening that this was not the usual state of their flat and he ought to see to it very quickly before Newton arrived home. He hopes Newton doesn’t take a peek inside their study any time soon. “Er, something like that,” Hermann says. “Clean, and miss you horrendously. How was the trip?”

“Long,” Newton says. He sits on the couch and drags Hermann down with him. There’s something different in his face Hermann can’t quite put his finger on—he’s changed somehow, Hermann is sure of it, but the question is how? Has he resorted to his spare pair of glasses? No—these are the ones he usually wears; Hermann can see the miniscule crack at the bottom of the left lens, sustained after a particularly energic round of lovemaking in which Hermann rolled right over on top of them. Not that any of that is at all relevant, of course. “Lonely. Fascinating, though, I wish you’d come with me.”

Newton was excited about his trip for weeks. Even the extinction of his object of study couldn’t make him any less one of the top k-biologists, and he was brought in to oversee the salvaging of some of the very last kaiju remains in existence—preserved all these years since the closure of the Breach by the ice of Alaska. Newton sent picture after picture of it, the snow, him bumbling around in the snow in Hermann’s borrowed winter parka, the team he led bundled up in parkas of their own. Hermann knows he ought to ask about it and ask how the salvage efforts went; he knows he ought to ask about the cold, and the snow, and whether or not the other remaining k-scientists were anyone they’d worked with before. Instead, he can’t seem to stop squinting at Newton. “Have you cut your hair?” Hermann says. “Or styled it differently, perhaps? Only there’s something so different about you, I can’t put my finger on it.”

“Different?” Newton says, frowning. “What do you—?" Then he laughs. “Oh! Yeah, I was wayyyy too busy to shave. You’re looking at, like, about as close as I ever get to a full-on beard.” He drags his hand over his jaw, and it rasps audibly. Of course—how did Hermann not realize that from Newton’s scratchy kisses? His stubble, usually so carefully maintained (even in the midst of the war), is overgrown enough to verge on thick, and for the first time Hermann notices the decent smattering of grey across it. It’s—well—it’s hardly a bad look on him. Rather, Hermann might say it’s the opposite. It makes him look older, a bit more…er, distinguished. “You like it?”

Hermann remembers the marvelous way it scratched across his skin. “Hmm,” he says.

Newton laughs again, and tugs at the front of Hermann’s sweater. “C’mon, take this off already. It’s been two weeks, dude.”

Hermann can’t argue with that logic.

Later, in bed, as Newton—having volunteered selflessly for the duty of big spoon—snores away happily at Hermann’s back, Hermann considers recent developments. He’s never been dissatisfied with Newton’s appearance before; he’s never looked at his husband and thought oh, I wish his hair was a bit different, or I could do without those glasses. Certainly never I want him to have a big, magnificent face of grey stubble that tickles my neck and my chest and my thighs and… Hermann presses his face into his pillow and groans in mortification. Oh, but God, it is an improvement. It’s an improvement Hermann never knew Newton needed. Not that he did need it—it’s just—Oh.

Newton mumbles something in his sleep and rolls away from Hermann. His stubble catches and drags on the back of Hermann’s neck, and Hermann stifles a moan into the pillow this time. Newton intends to shave it off, Hermann knows. Hermann watched him unpack his suitcase in the bedroom, watched him carefully tuck his shaving kit back into the medicine cabinet with a laugh and a reassurance of that very fact (take a picture while you can, it’s coming off tomorrow), all while he felt the tingle of irritated skin between his thighs that Newton had left behind on the couch. He snuck a glimpse at it when he changed into pyjamas—a faded red that matches that on his neck.

To explain to Newton why it is imperative he not proceed with his planned shave would be far too mortifying an experience for Hermann to undergo. And Newton would certainly never let him hear the end of it. No; it would be better to take matters into his own hands. Hermann swings two socked feet to the floor and reaches for his cane as quietly as he can manage.

Newton’s back-up disposable razors are snapped in two and buried in the bottom of the trashcan, beneath two weeks’ worth of dental floss and paper Dixie cups. His nice shaving kit proves a bit more of a challenge, not in the least because Hermann bought it for him as a birthday gift not long ago, and the thought of intentionally damaging it makes him cringe. He settles on simply stealing all the razor attachments and hiding them at the bottom of the spare hand towel basket. Hopefully, by the time they turn up, Newton will have long-since decided to grow out his stubble even further.

Newton stirs very lightly when Hermann tucks himself back beneath the bedspread and Newton’s arm. “’S the matter?” he mumbles.

“Had to use the loo,” Hermann whispers back.

“Mm,” Newton says, and presses his lips Hermann’s shoulder once before his breathing slowly evens out.

Hermann lazes in bed late the next morning. Late for them, anyway; pseudo-retirement hasn’t managed to knock a decade of strict routine out of him and Newton yet, and they still wake and dress before the sunrise like the war never ended. However, a soft, warm, and jetlagged Newton in his arms is hard to pull himself away from, especially with nothing but a foot of snow outside to look forward to, so he lets himself drift happily in and out of dreams for a good hour or so. Until Newton’s cell phone alarm startles them both up, that is. “Ugh,” Newton groans, smacking around on the bedside table for it. “Stupid thing. Where—”

He left it on Hermann’s bedside table. Hermann switches it off.

“Thanks, dude,” Newton says. He yawns. “Got a meeting this afternoon about the, uh, samples. Never get a break.”

Hermann hears him walk to the bathroom. He hears him open the medicine cabinet. He hears the zip of his shaving kit bag. “Uh,” Newton says. He pokes his head into the bedroom. “Hermann, do you know what happened to my razor?”

Hermann sits up and feigns a frown. “Whatever do you mean?”

“Like, all the parts are gone,” Newton says. He rifles through the kit again, as if to be sure, and shakes his head. “Yeah. They’re all gone. Shit, did I leave them at the base?”

“Oh, no,” Hermann says. “Your nice razor? The one I got you?”

Newton ducks back into the bathroom; Hermann hears him rattle around in the medicine cabinet again. “All my razors are missing. What the hell? I have a meeting in a few hours, I can’t show up looking like—” There’s a loud clatter, as if Newton knocked all their medication bottles over into the sink, and he swears. “Oh, well that’s fucking peachy.” He slams the cabinet door shut.

“Newton, come back to bed,” Hermann calls. He and Newton have limited time before they’re meant to start their responsibilities for the day, and he would like very much to enjoy that time to the fullest. “You’re making a mess of things. I’m sure you’ve just misplaced your razor—perhaps it’s in your suitcase.” When Newton doesn’t immediately bend to his command, Hermann rolls his eyes and lowers his voice. “Newton, darling,” he says, though this time in more of a purr. “Come back to bed.”

Newton is back and on Hermann in a flash. “Sorry, sorry, sorry,” he says between kisses. His fingers creep up Hermann’s pajama shirt and graze over Hermann’s ribs before tugging the shirt off entirely. “Hermann, I missed having sex with you so bad. You have no idea. Ugh.” He grinds his prick, already hard, into Hermann’s clothed thigh, and nips at his ear. “I kept thinking about your stupid sexy face, and your stupid sexy dick, and your stupid hair—” He burrows himself into the crook of Hermann’s newly bared neck and shoulder and kisses his collarbone, and Hermann moans at the scratchy sensation of his stubble shadow before he can help himself.

“Newton,” he gasps, “oh, bugger—”

“Ha, yeah, you like when I talk about your sexy dick, babe?” Newton says. “It’s so awesome and sexy, I can’t wait to—"

“Not that,” Hermann says. “Kiss me there again.” Newton obliges; Hermann whimpers and shivers, and (before he can help himself) confesses aloud “Oh, that damn beard of yours… I want it all over me…”

Newton pulls away with a frown. “You do?” he says. “Wait. Hermann—did you do something to my razor?”

“No,” Hermann lies. He wiggles around in a desperate attempt to get Newton’s stubble back on his skin, but Newton only pulls back further. He sighs. “Er. Perhaps. They’re just hidden, is all.”

Newton’s frown flicks up into a grin, and he laughs. “Dude, you could’ve just told me. You’re so dumb. So you like when I do this, then?” He dips back down to kisses a trail along Hermann’s sternum, making sure to graze his cheeks over his skin at every inch. “Or this?” He ducks beneath the covers and nuzzles at Hermann’s abdomen.

“Yes,” Hermann moans to the Newton-shaped lump under the blanket. Newton’s fingers work open his drawstring and slowly inch his pajama trousers down. “Yes, Newton, ah—”

“Or—”

Suffice to say, Newton keeps the beard.

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag #Anonymous

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ad1thi · 3 years

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top 5 fanworks of 2020

rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

tagged by: @iam93percentstardust, @omg-just-peachy

rated in order of least to most favourite:

1. a helping hand - buckytony, mcu, established relationship, 1k, K+

Bucky wants to shave his beard. Tony helps.

i really enjoy the intimacy involved in acts of service, and there’s always something so small and treasured about shaving,,,the trust involved in letting someone that close to your face with a knife, the intimacy in being no more than a couple of breaths away from each other, the faith that the other person won’t fuck up your face by giving you a weird shave -- i just love the layers to shaving someone else,,,and i just had to make it buckytony. this is a really short fic (as most of my fics are) but i really love it

2. broken pieces (me and you) fit together perfectly - samrhodey, mcu, developing relationship, post IW, 1.5k, K+

After Thanos, after the Snap, after Sam loses everything familiar, he finds Jim.

AU-gust Day 5: Post Apocalyptic AU

i really enjoy samrhodey, i really enjoy the idea of Rhodey only being a couple year’s ahead of Sam and Sam having a big crush on him, i really like the idea of both of them bonding when they join the Avengers post AoU, i really like the idea of this simple, easy relationship developing between them in this very soft and understated way, but ive never actually written them before this fic - which is why im so proud of this fic, because i like the story ive weaved here

3. princely duties - thortony, mcu, asgardian tony AU, meet cute, 1.6k, K+

Thor Odinson, Crown Prince of the Realm of Asgard, Brother of Loki the Silvertongue, son to Frigga the Kind and Odin the Great, was known for a great many things.

He was known for his great looming stature, stranding tall and proud even for an Asgardian, with muscles that rippled and tensed as he walked. He was known for his illustrious hair, a thick blond mane that he'd taken a vow to never cut, braided and cascading down his shoulders in thick waves. He was known for his might on the battlefield, for the terror he struck through the heart of his enemies when he called lighting itself down to rain fire on those who dared oppose him.

He was known for being a gentle prince, for always having an ear open and the time for a pitcher of ale. He was known for the bond he had with his brother Loki - how the two of them had curled around each other at birth, his tiny fist clenched around his brother's equally tiny pinky, and never let go.

But more than any of that, Thor Odinson was known for never taking a Consort, in all his years.

AU-gust Day 9: Royalty AU

Ostensibly, this is a thortony fic, but i really like this fic because of the relationship i wrote for Thor and Loki. i do hope to continue this some day, to expand this verse into a couple of related one shots that show Thor and Tony’s relationship overtime, and develop more on Thor and Loki as brothers because i think we were really robbed of that in the mcu - but this is one of my better AU-gust fills, for sure

4. the things we tell ourselves in the dark - stevetony, emh, skrulls, angst, 1.1k, K

“Still,” he turns away from Tony, because he doesn’t want to hurt him, but if he doesn’t get this out, it might eat him alive, “I was with them for months Tony. Months. How did you not notice? How did you not know it wasn't me?”

this is one of the few stevetony fics ive written all year, because ive sort of fallen out of love with the ship but emh brought it back in full force. i wrote this entire fic in 20 minutes literally the second i finished the Secret Invasion episode because there was such delicious angst and it begged to be written, and im so happy with how this turned out. i personally, am always quite worried that characters sometimes sound OOC in my fics, but i definitely didn’t have that issue with this fic, and i just really enjoyed writing it

5. 1000 lives (for you) - buckytony, mcu, soulmates AU, tws compliant, 14.7k, T

On the 10th of December 1991, the Asset is taken out of cyro, and there is a name on his right wrist.

On the 16th of December 1991, he is sent out to shoot the tyre of a car, and then kill the man and woman inside.

When he returns to base, there is a boy, no older than 17, chained to the wall of his room, shivering and bravely fighting back tears.

It does not occur to the Asset until much later than these two events are connected.

AU-gust Day 3: Soulmates AU

this is currently my largest fic till date, and it is such a labour of love. i don’t think ive ever worked this hard, or this long on a fic, and it’s definitely the fic i am the most proud of from 2020. im having so much fun writing this, and im really hoping that everybody reading this is really enjoying it too because i have so many ideas for this verse and it’s possibly one of my favourite things ive written ever -- not just this year

Bonus: the morning after - mcdanno, hawaii 5 o, established relationship, 1k, T

“I know I say this a lot,” Danny’s voice is still gruff with sleep, and he peers at Steve with one eye, as if opening both is too bright for him. He’s half twisted so he can face Steve, and the show of flexibility isn’t helping with Steve’s mission to keep things PG-13, “but today - you are literally a pain in my ass.”

i very recently got into hawaii 5 o, but i truly love these idiots with all my heart and soul, and it’s been so long since i immersed myself in a new fandom or wrote for any other characters, so i wanted to celebrate that by choosing my favourite h5o fic from this year. the thing about mcdanno is that they really do write themselves, and there’s so much potential with them that a lot of what i write is stuff you can truly imagine just happens off screen on the show. anyway, Danny is always calling Steve a pain in his ass, and i just thought it would be funny if Steve was literally a pain in this ass, and then this small one shot happened

those are my top 5 fanworks of 2020!! tagging @deathsweetqueen, @diazalex, @rhodee, @aleator, @starklysteve and as always, anybody else who feels like doing this!!

#tumblr tagged memes #my writing #buckytony #samrhodey #stevetony #thortony #mcdanno

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Guys My Age

Summary: Octavio blows off his legs in the ring, again. Ajay needs time to fix them up- about two weeks. That is absolutely unacceptable for a man who needs to constantly be on the move. Bugging Alexander should be a fun time, right? OR. In which: Octavio and Alexander high key are pining for each other and sexual tensions finally bring us to this moment.

(Older content)

Fandom: Apex Legends

Relationship: Caustic/Octane

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Octane has hella body mods, mutual pining

Words: 5k

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It had been a great match! Truly! Octane had held the lead as kill leader for a good portion of it, delighting in the rush of being on the watch list for other champions and newbies alike. He was much more interesting in bouncing around from place to place, sprinting ahead of the group and listening to Caustic hiss in his communicator to get his ass back and stick with the squad.

Especially when there was only the two of them, as the newbie said they could do this themselves, and well. Poof! Off and gone and probably lying in a ditch somewhere until the dropship would get them and transport them to the med bay.

Octane didn’t worry too much about it, too much in his own brain than to listen to Caustic’s deep voice.

Every time he hissed for him to get back there, he’d laugh back. “What? I get the feeling you’re starting to like me, amigo.” Only to be met with silence back in his ear until Caustic caught back up and would haul him to cover so they could at least hunker down somewhere.

Each touch felt like electric- not that Octane would admit it. Or be the first to admit it, that was.

~Rest under the cut~

Caustic was a hard ass in the ring, everyone knew that. He used it as his personal lab to experiment new toxins on champions, newbies, the wildlife- it didn’t matter. Octane shouldn’t have felt a thing for him, but he was so vicious in his speech and his mannerisms. Hauling Octane over his shoulder when he was in danger even if Octane could do it himself and do it twice- no. Thrice as fast!

But, when he picked on the big guy, all he got in reply were grumbles, telling him to shut up and focus on the match. Victory was just around the corner.

Couldn’t help himself sometimes, could you blame him?

Admiring the back of Alexander and sighing wistfully. Sure those layers hid pretty much all of him- but Octavio could tell that that man was built. Not full of muscle like Gibraltar- no that guy was PACKED. But Alexander was strong with a soft tummy and- wait what were they doing again?

RIGHT! Right the match. Right. Fighting- where's Caustic?

That’s about right when he hears it. The ticking underneath his body and then the familiar heat of pain searing his lower half and the sound of one of his legs busting from the explosion.

Alexander isn’t pleased when they’re in the med bay. They’d been the top three of squads, but with only two people they were doomed from the start. Or at least, that’s what Octavio heard him grumble in annoyance about. Doesn’t even check on him- the bastard.

The explosion leaves him with one leg, Ajay wouldn’t be able to make him another until two weeks out. TWO WHOLE WEEKS! And not only that, but she needed his still intact leg to calibrate the new one! UGH.

Which meant boredom. For two weeks. Now that had to be a joke. But, no.

So, he’s sent home on Ajay’s watchful and annoyed gaze feeling more like a damsel in distress than a legend out of commission for the time being. The compound is quiet when he makes his way to his apartment, sitting on his couch and pouting.

It takes not forty-eight hours before he caves. His wheelchair becomes his act of vengeance for the confinement of his room. The halls in the middle of the night are heard of him sliding up and down the halls laughing to himself. No one seems amused, but no one can really stop him either.

It takes a total of seventy-two hours before he’s texting. And boy, does he text. Fingers flying over the keys to anyone who will be stupid enough to reply.

He’s lounging on his couch in a pair of sponsored black and green boxers that are cut short to show the cut off edges of his thighs, only enough to wrap hands around to feel them, still strong from the help of Ajay’s inventions. They can only lift ever so much when he tries to move them by themselves, frustrated at the lack of ability to run around and get rid of extra energy. A black crop top is fit snug to show off his abdomen, his mask long since discarded for comfort.

His black hair was shaved into an undercut, left longer on top with a few inches left to the length. A green streak zipping through the fluffy mess. Piercings covered his ears and a scar through the arch of his left brow. His eyes frantically zipped over the screen of his phone, a vivid hue of green to his irises as much as his favorite color. He bites his bottom lip, feeling his snake bites and sliding his tongue over his teeth just to feel his tongue stud nudge and click against them.

He’s got Alexander wrapped up in conversation. At least, that’s what he tells himself he’s got. It’s more like he’s writing paragraph after paragraph about how bored he is, about how he wishes he could have some FUN, do something. And Alexander is replying with ‘ok’ like he’s an ancient father who doesn’t know how to text.

It’s not like Octavio should know that he’s pissing him off. It’s not like he would care if he was, either. Nothing would become of it, even if he wanted something to. To feel that man’s fingers wrapped around his throat, nails biting into sensitive flesh, oh that would be thrill enough to satisfy him for weeks. Or, well, minutes at the very least.

It isn’t until his fourth back to back text without Alexander responding does he pick up something is wrong.

O: cmon man im soooooooooo bored see how many os there are

O: just bring some booze or smth

O: please alex just help ur amigo out

O: now ur just being rude

All back to back with little read symbols next to them. Dick.

He’s hopeful he’s coming, but there’s something about the aura shift that tells him maybe he should have shut up a little bit ago. Alexander had a key, Octavio didn’t need to worry about him busting down the door because he didn’t answer it. Or maybe he’d given up on responding and just automatically started clicking on them just to shut up Octavio? Nah, he was a dick, but he wouldn’t leave a guy on read.

Right?

Oh come on, that was even crueler!

Just as he’s about to send his fifth text, there’s a noise at the door. A jerk of the knob makes his heart jump in his throat, pulling himself onto his elbows before the lock is turned.

In the doorway is Alexander himself, some nice casual wear on him of a v neck black t-shirt, jeans, and a black jacket thrown over everything. He looked decent- but boy did he look pissed. Octavio hardly has time to eye him up before the door is slammed and locked again.

“Ah! Alex! Finally- jeez I thought you gave up on me!” Octavio’s smile is bright and cheeky, eyes narrowing in delight as he sees Alexander’s look.

Alexander’s jaw is set tight. Octavio hardly got to see him without that damned gas mask in the way, revealing a salt and pepper beard, his hair pushed back but a few strands curling onto his round, freckled and liver spotted face. His lips look chapped but Octavio nearly bites his own at the thought of them pressing up his neck.

Not the time when he’s mad at you.

Upon no response, he flops back onto his back and makes a waving motion. Not feeling the calculated stare on his face and hair, something Alexander had seen briefly in rings before when Octavio had to pull his mask up, but never his full face, sans goggles and everything. It was...pleasant to see.

“Make yourself at home, compadre.” Octavio says nonchalantly, not taking note to the stare on his lips as his own eyes shut as if he’s trying to block out the company. When he’d just been rearing to go on the phone.

He still is. His fingers tapping insistently on his toned stomach, body seeming to bounce in place without the aid of his legs to get rid of the itch to move. Octavio isn’t stupid, he knows when something is off- and Alexander not taking a bite at him counted as something off.

He opens his acidic green eyes once again, only to be face to face with said man studying him like he’d been nothing more than an insect. Or perhaps a kitten with the fondness in his eyes.

Octavio only grins ear to ear, showing off dimples and sharp canines. “Ey, take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

Perhaps not how he wanted his last words to be, because in that instant his hair is grabbed and he’s suddenly jerked.

A yelp he’d deny later leaves his lips, shouting out ‘Hey hey hey!’ like trying to soothe an angered animal as he’s lifted, like he weighed nothing, from around his waist. He’s pretty sure Alexander is going to chuck him out the window or destroy his phone but- then he’s...he’s sitting.

Sitting and putting Octavio in his lap. A firm hand in his hair still, keeping Octavio’s head to the side and back to expose his neck. His heart starts pumping, feelings mixing hard together, but two stand out the most.

Adrenaline- the adrenaline he’d been wanting to feel for days now. And pure want, molten lava heat blossoming in his belly as his eyes flutter to the rough treatment.

“Stop. Talking. You have been insistent that I show my presence here, and now you are going to listen to me this time. Got it?” The way Alexander speaks is calm and calculated, but there’s this edge, a bit of a tilt to it. Something not quite anger- desire, maybe? Octavio doesn’t get to think long on it when his hair is jerked and he gasps out.

“Yes! Yes, yes, si!” His voice is rushed, hurried, as if he couldn’t say it quick enough. He’s practically vibrating in Alexander��s lap, lack of legs driving him insane by now. Especially because only Alexander’s grip could keep him afloat atop him right now. One hand gripped in his hair the other grabbing onto a hip.

Octavio’s scarred thigh tissue doesn’t bug him when all he can do is essentially wiggle them. Splayed out across Alexander’s lap- open like this? Oh, this was better than any drug hit straight to the bloodstream. The utter power behind those hands, calloused and near making him groan when a thumb brushes so sweetly over the skin of his hip, just barely skimming the stud to a hip dermal exposed over the top of his boxers.

“Good.” Alexander says after a moment before Octavio feels lips brush over his pulse line.

It should have been sweet, could have been too, but then teeth dig in sharply. He inhales just as sharp, body jerking and hands going up to grip at the other man’s shoulders. Digging his nails in as a dark bruise is sucked into his flesh.

He breathlessly laughs at the rush running through his veins as his hair is pulled tighter until his neck is strained and more exposed. He would have taken Alexander to be an old-fashioned sorta guy, take him out to dinner and then talk his ear off about experiments. Not show up at his door and absolutely ravish his neck in hickeys.

Octavio’s hard already, dark lashes fluttering when the hand at his hip drags him forward against something that is unmistakably the other’s dick. Wow, and he was going to make a joke about Viagra. Unfortunately, it seems Alexander knew him all too well because the hand gripping his hair and straining his neck slides down to his throat instead. Mouth pulled away and there’s a slight pressure on his neck.

Just hard enough to get him to grin brightly to show sharp canines and roll himself challengingly forward into his grip.

The hand on his hip jerks him forward then pulls him back once again. Without the balance of his leg muscles, Octavio would have fallen flat trying to hump Alexander as much as he’d like to, like a starving dog. The scientist is careful about keeping a tight enough grip. The hand on his throat going to the nape of his neck and Octavio falls forward without much other prompting.

Arms wind around broad shoulders, his face buried into the crook of Alexander’s neck and feeling his pulse racing as hard as his own is. Alexander’s breaths are heavy and deep, while Octavio is much higher pitched, whinier and trying to get his partner to speed up the process.

“C’mon- you’re going to slow! Speed it up, c’mon, c’mon-” His voice is a near sob dropping at the end syllable when Alexander growls at him in return.

“I thought I told you to shut up.” His voice is deep, his eyes monitoring Octavio for just a moment to see if he’d say anything else.

Pulling him back just enough to see the glassy eyes and flushed face of the smaller man who looks about love sick when he nods agreeably in return. “Good. Do not make me remind you a third time. You are at my mercy until otherwise you change your mind.”

An offering. An opening. That if Octavio wasn’t comfortable, he need only say the word and he’d be off the hook.

He opens his mouth to say something about hurrying up, but upon Alexander’s narrowing eyes, he shuts it again in favor of whining low in his throat to sound pathetic. Bouncing as best as he could to try and get friction and when all he gets is a chuckle, he just about cries.

Well...Until Alexander is gripping the back of his head and shoving their mouths together.

It’s not the most romantic of kisses, but his hands fly to grip Alexander’s salt and peppered hair. Twisting fingers within it to keep him firmly right there and earning a grunt from the older man when his teeth sink into his chapped bottom lip. The groan is enough to allow Octavio a boost of confidence, licking his way into the other’s mouth until both are sighing with pleasure.

There’s...a mutual, unspoken thing here. Octavio can feel it in the way the control of Alexander’s grip flutters towards the curve of his waist instead. How he’s held tenderly instead of bruising. He expected hard and fast, wham bam thank you ma’am.

But there’s a new heat, a new feeling shared between them as he’s pulled forward- not in search of pleasure, but in seek of body to body touching. It’s romantic- it could be, at the very least.

If, you know, both of them weren’t hard and Octavio also didn’t taunt him until he came over with the wrath of God in his eyes.

There’s a sharp sensation in his side from nails digging in, but Octavio is much more interested in discovering how Alexander’s mouth curves in pleasure when he moans into his mouth instead. He could laugh at how easily the scientist could be interested in such simple noises, but he’s truly thrown for a loop when the bigger of the two suddenly lifts Octavio up. Straight up, as if he’s a rag doll.

It’s...kind of hot.

Lips separated, he uses his hands to grasp at Alexander’s hair and pulls to elicit a growl from him. Octavio laughs, naturally amused by his pain until his briefs are ripped off in one go and he’s set back in the older man’s lap unceremoniously.

There’s a pause where Octavio opens his mouth to yell, but obediently shuts it when he’s given a look. He shivers briefly, left in his crop top as his cock bobs back onto his abdomen. A small bead of pre-cum sticking to the warmed flesh there.

His cock has got a nice lean to it, a nice weight and thickness. He’s a nice six inches in length, thick with a few barbells on the underside of his dick going up in four silver barbells of a Jacob’s ladder. The head is flushed a warmed rosy color, shiny from pre-cum, prominent veins against his naturally tanned olive flesh. Silver barbells stick out on the V lines of his hips too, hip dermal piercings with a tuft of soft black curls resting at the base of his cock.

Alexander would never admit how beautiful he was. Now with hands rested on his broad shoulders and the daredevil’s head bowed almost in embarrassment- but judging by his quickened breath he likes it. Especially when Alexander grips his bare hips, digging him downwards into his clothed cock just to hear the younger let out a rush of a breath in arousal.

Alexander wasn’t normally...much on touchy feely sex. He’d come here mad, planned on shoving the brat’s face into the couch and taking him hard and fast and leaving him wanting more. But something’s there- something he needed to reevaluate at another time once said brat lets out a bit of a laugh now. “Gonna just stare or are you gonna keep going, amigo?”

“Thought I told you to shut your mouth?” Is his easy reply back, voice deep and vibrating through his chest. The way it affects Octavio is one to note, the full body shiver and challenging gaze like asking what he was going to do about it.

He should just use the brat like a sex toy, bounce him on his cock with no prep. He’s sure Octavio would like that, he already is flushed head to toe, squirming in his lap, looking to start a fight. So full of energy and rearing to go.

He feels so good on him too, but...

With a switch decision, he moves Octavio. Pulling the couch’s throw pillows so he could rest Octavio’s head and abdomen on the pillow beneath him. Octavio makes a confused noise as he’s flipped onto his abdomen and out of his lap, about to complain until he feels his hips being pulled up.

One arm goes under his waist to keep him up, allowing his cock to brush the hairy and strong forearm around him. It’s a teasing friction that makes him arch, but then another is grabbing at his ass. Shapely from running around, he’ll admit. But then one cheek is pulled apart and oh-

Oh.

Oh!

Wetness brushes over his hole, a warm swipe of a tongue. He’s never- no one’s ever. Oh. He doesn’t know whether to be embarrassed more over the act or that he likes it.

“Ah-” He starts to moan, cut off as he crosses his arms under his head and buries his mouth into them. Normally he liked his partners to know how good he felt, running his mouth. But judging by the sharp nails digging into his flesh, that wasn’t wise to do.

It’s a curious motion, licking, swiping before lips come into play. Open mouthed kisses over his entrance, a tongue peeking in and swiping upwards before a finger comes into play. Already pre slicked with saliva and a hand cheekily grabbing his balls briefly before sliding up over his perineum and making its way inside.

He groans faintly, and he swears he feels a grin with the mouth pressed onto one of his cheeks. Biting gently and making Octavio jerk from the motion.

One finger becomes two, then three. Scissoring him as his cock leaks pre-cum and jerks against nothing. He tried seeking friction, hips trying to bounce, but the arm keeps him firmly in place until he’s left sobbing. Keening for more as Alexander twists his fingers smoothly and presses upwards. Massaging against his prostate as he sucks hickeys into the man’s thigh and hip.

“Fuck me! Come on- come on stop teasing! Just fuck me-” He’s so full of gusto. Bucking his hips, squirming, before it ends with a choked sob when fingers stab upwards into the bundle of nerves.

Octavio feels pathetic- has never felt so pathetic or so small during sex before. He liked switching often enough, but this? This was a new experience for him to be so...well, submissive and obedient.

He knows he shouldn’t talk, but he can’t help it. Talking was in his nature. Running his mouth a mile a minute but he’s spared this time at least.

Alexander sits back on the couch and he’s pulled into his broad lap. Rendered useless yet again as he’s held. Their cocks press together, and Octavio takes the time to look down and really see what he’s been missing out on.

He...Doesn’t expect Alexander to be so big. He’s thick, really thick actually, a fat dick. He’s about maybe an inch bigger, not decorated like his own and uncut with a shiny pink head peeking from the soft flesh there. He’s got some liver spots and freckles at the base, giving the paler flesh some character with thin almost red curls at the base. Ah, so he’s a natural blonde? He’d laugh if he wasn’t so busy trying to breathe.

“You sure you want this?” Comes Alexander’s voice, uncharacteristically soft as he smooths thumbs over Octavio’s hips. Alexander’s still fully clothed, jacket shrugged off long ago and jeans undone to release his dick. Mouthwatering sight, really. Especially when his normally acidic eyes are so gentle, a soft crease between thick brows that makes Octavio’s heart jumps.

Oh, he’s so fucked.

“Yes- yes, yes, yes, please? Please??? Come on I hate begging, just fuck me.” Octavio might as well have been groveling on his knees by now- or well, stumps. But, by God’s gracious being, Alexander just chuckles. Shaking his head as he licks his palm to smooth saliva down his cock for crude lube. Octavio might have told him about the condoms and lube in his bedroom, if he wasn’t excited and squirming in his seat for the delicious friction that was about to happen.

He’s pulled upwards with the same strength in those arms, pulling him up until he feels the blunt head at his hole. His fingers grip at Alexander’s shoulders, digging his painted black nails in even as a soft voice murmurs ‘relax’ for him.

It shouldn’t make his heart twinge, it shouldn’t make him think there was more to this than sexual frustration and anger. It shouldn’t be anything other than a quick fuck.

But, oh, the way Alexander nuzzles at his cheek when Octavio draws himself close enough to bury into his shoulder, it makes him want to scream in pent up emotions. He’d rather fuck it out.

There’s the drop, the slow burn that makes him feel like he can’t breathe. He whines in his throat, clenching on reflex only to have soothing hands rubbing up his flanks but keeping a hold of him. Keeping him up and easing him down, down, down.

Octavio releases a breath he’s holding as he takes the thick cock inside of him. Taking to pressing his face into the crook of Alexander’s neck tighter only to feel a large hand grab the back of his head. Or rather, just hold him. Threading fingers into his jet black dyed hair and kind of scritching with the tips of his fingers. Alexander isn’t too off either, his breathing heavier, a groan escaping as his dick gives a sharp twitch inside of him.

It’s a raw feeling, being so open like this. So, Otavio fills the silence with a whine beneath Alexander’s ear. “Are you going to- ah- fuck me? Or are you just going to keep me as a cock warmer, eh?”

It’s a mistake to say that.

He’s not allowed to talk, Octavio’s brain helpfully supplies three seconds after the last syllable leaves his lips. The soft hands petting him turn to grips on his hips and a warning of a dark chuckle, “You aren’t to tell me what I can and can’t do with you.” Alexander’s voice did not have the right to be that hot.

And up he goes, dropped right back onto his cock with the slow drag. He doesn’t have his legs to kick at him, or to really throw much of a fight. Even if he loved every second of this, he could be such a brat sometimes.

He’s fucked in earnest at the very least, used like a sex doll. Lifted up then shoved back down or left to drop with his own body weight. Octavio howls with pleasure, jerking his head and his shoulders jumping as the consistent pace and the burning drag feels like it’s going to tear him apart.

The crude use of saliva as lube never truly stays, they work together in tandem now, the harsh slide eased by the pace.

The aching burn for Octavio turning to white hot streaks of pleasure, the tight harsh heat of Octavio’s body only serving to make Alexander groan into his ear. Burying his face into his hair and holding Octavio close with one arm. The other helping him to move, grind, sink down onto his cock as Octavio’s own is cruelly ignored.

It’s a pace they both get steady at. Octavio can only be used like this, heavily panting, cock bobbing and thickened as it leaves strings of pre-cum over his abdomen and connecting back to the flushed head. Alexander is no better, groaning, sharp noises from his throat and ending gruff.

There’s no more words to say, Octavio was for sure Alexander would have a filthy mouth. Hell, normally Octavio HIMSELF had a filthy mouth. Would be chanting name after name, fuck me, harder, your cock feels so good, it went on. But he can’t bring himself to break that little rule of Alexander’s.

It’s so good, so fucking good. Alexander is biting into his neck, leaving more hickeys- almost possessive. His own hips are jerking, trying to work with him but the burn of it all is too much.

“Alex-Alexander. Fuck- don't- I can’t-” Octavio can’t seem to get it out. Squeezing tight around the large man, fingers grasping him firm enough to leave his knuckles white. One hand rests on his hip soon enough, jerking him to grind and thrust Alexander’s fat cock inside of him maybe an inch or two. The other hand coming to rest over Octavio’s dick. Jerking in quick paces.

Octavio whines. Wails. Cumming too soon for his liking, cum shooting into the other’s hand, through the small hole it made and onto the hairy, soft tummy he’s been trying to rut up against for the past few minutes.

Normally he’d be all about a round two, cumming multiple times, maybe slamming stim after stim into his thigh. But that orgasm was so satisfying, making him tear up a little. His body jerking, over sensitive when Alexander keeps milking him through it. It seems like it’s more for himself than Octavio, especially when the poor big guy suddenly shifts.

Octavio finds himself lying back down. Oh how he would kill to wrap his legs around his waist and force Alexander deeper. Octavio hisses when his top is pulled up, exposing the pierced nipples of his as the older of the two slams home inside of him with a pleased hiss of pleasure. Seemed he liked all of his body mods. Good.

A warm mouth latches onto one. Alexander has to hunch a bit to do it, belly pressing flush to Octavio’s flat one and effectively trapping the speed demon. His warm, broad tongue swiping over the sensitive flesh even as Octavio stutters on a gasp, over sensitive, too much.

Especially with that fat cock working its way into him with small, quick, well timed thrusts. He’s worried that Alexander isn’t even close until he hears a telling deep breath through his nose, sharp.

Octavio doesn’t expect Alexander’s mouth to find his so quickly. So starving, kissing him open mouthed and needy. He cums almost silently, save for his quick breaths and choked groans. Filling Octavio up effectively with cum. He clenches down weakly in arousal, cock twitching with interest against the man’s soft belly. Surely smearing cum on the both of them.

When the kiss breaks, it sounds wet. Octavio’s lips are flushed and swollen, parted to pant softly and show off his piercing. Alexander looks a little more composed, tongue flicking over his lips as if to savor Octavio’s taste. Brows furrowed with pleasure as he rocks a little into the daredevil to get the rest of it out of his system.

It’s soft, nice, warm even. The butterflies Octavio felt before come arising again and he can’t help the sly grin as he winds his arms around the big guy’s neck. Playing with the ends of his hair and twirling the strands around them. He relishes for just a moment on how Alexander’s eyes flutter before he comes to a quick thought decision.

“So...Normally this is the part where I ask for round two- but I think instead I want to ask you out.” He starts, laughing when the relaxed face on Alexander turns to shock before it’s composed again. Cool and stoic.

“Well,” His voice is gruff, thicker than before from the sex and sends electric down Octavio’s spine. “I suppose this was not...Too bad of an outcome. However, I am picking the location.”

“Anything you want, papi.”

#Caustane #Caustic #Octane #apex legends #apex lemons #lemon #nsft #princess writing #def not a fan of this fic myself but imma post it anyway for those of yall that did nwiufhriuh #.

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skyfcx · 3 years

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late munday pic under the cut. yeah, i cant believe it either. also with an added bonus of gender ramblings.

pic is from january, so just pretend my hair is even more a mess and i’m slightly better shaven. i just showered and shaved now but it’s later and the lighting in my room is trash now so we’re using what we’ve got.

but this is a less of a ‘get this off of my chest’ gender ramble and more of a ‘saying it aloud makes it more of a concept that exists in a physical space rather than strictly something in my head’, but i’ve been having trans female thoughts! i’ve had them for a good long while now, i’ve never felt comfortable acting how society expects a male to act, and i feel so much better when i get to act girly or cute. the biggest praise i’ve ever gotten is making a friend’s parent question if im gay or not and augh, that makes me so happy. the fact that i have gay vibes is mwah.

anyways yeah, one day i wanna live a life where i can comfortably call myself a trans woman. wear a dress and makeup, actually care about what i look like. shaving off the chin hair (i struggle with calling it a beard sdfgbhtgfrdc) and getting rid of that distinctly male facial feature really makes me feel prettier. it helps me see what i Actually wanna be, even if it’s slight. i cant even tell you how big i smiled when i first shaved my whole face, not to sound sappy but it felt freeing.

but i’ve got a lot more thinking to do, especially since i live in a house and have a family where that would SO not fly. like WOW that would not be accepted in the slightest. them knowing that i’m even slightly bi would make my family’s head spin, so them knowing that i don’t even wanna be my birth-assigned sex? instant avenger’s level threat.

#(OOC.) ''The kind of tired regular sleep can't fix.''#((this is the one (1) picture i've EVER taken that i dont hate))#((feels slightly above average man))

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ihatebnha · 3 years

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I really appreciate the Bakugo headcannons about the hair. I have pcos and the side effect of extra hair. I have it on my stomach, butt, thighs, sides of my face, and the past few years it's started growing longer, noticeable hair under my chin/along my neck, so I literally have a mini neck beard. I've dealt with it since puberty and its something that makes me think I'll never find love. I want it gone, but I've tried shaving and all that and it just comes back worse. My only hope is some form of permanent hair removal, but thats expensive. I get really sad when thinking about it. All these fic are like "he slid his hand up your silky smooth legs", but I'll never have that. My legs will always be hairy, what guy would want to run their hands up that. Who wants to look down and see a woman with a neck beard, horrible unruly sideburns, dark thick hair running up to her belly button. Noone. It hurts too that my mom mentions it every now and then. "It looks really bad." "You gotta do something about it." "I told you not to mess with it, it just makes it look worse". It makes me cry, because she tells me to do something about it, but if I try then it comes back worse and then she tells me I shouldn't have done it because I know it comes back worse? I love her, but it hurts hahaha.

Anon!! I’m really glad you appreciated them, I hope I was able to do you some justice and offer a little bit of relief. im always trying to make sure my writing is inclusive for everyone, and that includes things like skin color, body hair, weight, etc… so if you ever want me to do more, or include certain stuff in requests, or even just have suggestions for how I can do better next time, I always want to hear them!

I honesty find it super weird that most fics present the reader as “small,” or “delicate” or “cute” or anything of the sort… because even tho I understand how/why some people find that appealing… that is not the only way that the concept of shyness can or does manifest itself... or how people physically look.

The truth is, no matter how cute or tiny or unblemished somebody is or wants to be, we, as humans, aren’t all like that and often can’t be. AND THAT IS OKAY! Being those things does not make you any more lovable or worth it than anyone else, and presenting such ideas in fics just enforces the idea that those characteristics are what makes someone desirable, which really just isn’t true… like… at all. And as fun as that can be for a while (because it is fun to feel cutesy or whatever), it’s actually pretty damaging and annoying.

(Im def not saying fic writers are bad or mean for using such tropes, especially since I’m sure ive done used them, too…. i’m just saying that at this point, its kinda too widespread)

Even though I know I can offer you very little relief… I just want you to know that you are not dirty, gross, ugly, unattractive, unlovable, ANYTHING, because you are hairy. Anyone who says otherwise is a WEAK, PUSSY ASS BITCH who has never had a real problem in their life and is doing you a favor by weeding themselves out.

The people who really matter (and real men, for that matter), don’t want or need you to change yourself, and they are out there just waiting to love you, even if you haven’t found them yet. DO NOT EVER SETTLE.

Honestly I’m not gonna go into it any further bc I have too many thoughts but the whole conversation around body hair just pisses me off. PEOPLE HAVE HAIR ON THEIR BODIES and If u expect otherwise or are mean abt it… you are a fucking pinhead.

(This includes bitches who are like: “I dont care if you have hair, I just personally prefer to shave!!” .... don’t care didnt ask plus how does it feel to be a slave to the patriarchy? Is eating internalized misogyny for breakfast every day really that delicious?)

anyway…. It’s not, nor will ever be, your responsibility to cater to losers who dont understand how the human body, and by extension, your medical condition works. You dont owe anyone an explanation, and one day you will definitely find the right people to hang out with, and a comfortable solution for your hair!!

One of the reasons I like BNHA is because I know for a fact those boys don’t care about SHIT!!!!! They do not have the time or energy to care about someone only for their looks…. and I know this might seem unbelievable or opportunistic, but I literally think abt the fact that the bnha boys like body hair every day… and I have come up with reasons that back my opinions up for ALL OF THEM (soooo… ask me abt them some time LOL)

(Also im sorry bc this is rude… but im definitely omw to smack the shit out of ur mom…. that attitude is sooooooo rank and nasty lol… even if u love her.. I DON’T and she owes you money for laser if she’s really gonna make comments like that)

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diddlesanddoodles · 4 years

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DUMPLING ch 42

The dress was a buttercup yellow with white rimmed sleeves that dragged on the floor. Nenani stood very still as Lolly carefully pinned the dress in several places to get the fit just right. Her mother stood to the side, watching with an odd mixture of emotions.

“You look beautiful, Nenani,” she said. But there was something in her eyes that made her look sad.

“The sleeves are so long,” Nenani said, tilting her head to look at Lolly and flapping her arms. “I look like a bird...”

“It’s the fashion right now,” Lolly said with a suppressed grin. “All the ladies at court are wearing them long. You will be turning heads when they see you.”

“Why do I need to be turning heads?” Nenani asked, feeling nervous. After her talk with Jae and Farris about the upcoming dinner, she was beginning to have serious reservations about the whole ordeal.

“Because you’re going to a dance,” her mother told her straight faced. “And it’s better to go wearing the proper shoes.”

Giving her mother a befuddled tilt of the head, Nenani asked, “Huh?”

“This dinner will be our first introduction to the Vhasshalan court in an official capacity,” Oira told her. “It would be better to make a good impression. And clothes are the first thing they will see. Well, aside from us being human that is. People at court have a certain capacity to be shallow and cruel. It was true in Silvaara and it’s true here in Vhasshal. We have to present to them a carefully painted picture so we can’t give them anything that might come back to haunt us later.”

Nenani looked up at Lolly with an anxious look. “I don’t think I want to go...”

“Don’t fret, Nenani,” Lolly told her gently. “All you need to do is stand there and look pretty. His majesty and your mother with handle everything else.”

As Lolly finished the fitting, Nenani could not strike the feeling from her mind that she was not going to enjoy any of it.

…………………………………………………..

It was a little awkward carrying her dagger and the roll of leather, but even as Jae asked for the fifth time if she needed help carrying anything, she assured him she was fine. But as they rounded the edge of the guard barracks and made their way to the smithy, Nenani turned to stared at Jae as he walked beside her, noting the bottle in his hand. When he looked over and saw her staring, his brow furrowed. “What?”

“I thought you were going to get rid of that,” she said, pointing to bottle of whiskey.

“I am,” Jae replied with a dismissive shrug. “I’m givin’ it to Connar. To try and bribe him into making your belt for you. Not that I think he would refuse you. But a little bribery never hurt. Plus, it’s easier to give this away then just dump it.”

“I don’t understand how you could drink that stuff,” Nenani scrunched her nose up and adjusted the roll of leather under her one arm. “It smells terrible.”

“Wasn’t drinking it for the flavor,” Jae assured her. “But a lot of folks swear it’s the best tasting whiskey you can get. Keral’s famous for it.”

“Still smells bad.”

“Funnily enough,” Jae shot back with a smarmy grin. “So does Keral.”

In all her time living in Vhasshal, Nenani had met all the resident humans save for one; Connar. He was a metal and leather worker in the King’s smithy alongside his guardian, Hev. Another name Nenani was familiar with, but had no face to match it with. The metal medallion around her neck, Jae’s neck, and all other humans in the castle were all made by Connar. Ostensibly due their smaller size, the job was much more suited to human hands than a giant’s.

And as they drew nearer to their destination, the steady beat of metal striking metal became more pronounced and there was a metallic bite to the air itself as though she could smell the forge in the smithy just as she could smell the ovens in the kitchens. But instead of crusty loaves of yeasted breads, the only thing being pulled from the mouth of Hev’s fiery forge were the glowing bars of heated metal.

The smithy was a wide squat structure more reminiscent of a barn than a proper workshop. There was no door, rather the whole front of the building was left open. Tables were strewn with tools and weapons of all kinds and all in varying states of manufacture or repair. There was a barrel off to one side filled to the brim with flat metal blanks in the vague shape of a sword, only waiting to be heated and shaped into their final form and given a hilt. The walls were filled as well with swords and daggers, axes of varying sizes from a small hatchet to an enormous battle ax. And then beneath all of it, Nenani could heard the great breathing bellows of the forge and waves of heat hit her face as they approached.

They passed under the shadow of the smithy’s interior and Nenani scanned the walls as they pushed inwards. So much metal and weaponry and leather. It reminded her of the first time she was taken into the kitchens where she saw all the knives and cleavers therein, but even that paled in comparison to the sheer number of blades hanging from the walls and laying atop tables.

“It’s pretty nice coming here in the winter,” Jae told her. “Stays nice and warm. But the summer is just brutal.”

Nenani paused to look over at a mace casually leaning against the leg of the table, marveling at the idea that anyone could pick up something so lumbering and heavy. It looked like it would be a challenge even for a giant.

Beside her, Jae slipped the bottle of whiskey under his arm and cupped his hands around his mouth. “HELLOOOOO!”

From further into the space came a response. “Hello?”

Jae turned to her and grinned before yelling back, “Hello!”

A pause and then a confused sounding, “Hello who?”

“Hello you.”

“Hello me?”

“Yeah.”

Another pause and an amused response came back. “...Jae? Is that ye?”

The young man laughed and called back, “Yeah, its me.”

There was a series of clanks and the sound of something shuffling around the dirt floor before a giant head peaked out from behind a wall near the back of the room. He had a round pleasant face and a dark, short cut beard with streaks of grey. His long black hair had been pulled into a long queue and it swung out from behind him when he poked his head out. Large brown eyes stared at them and then there was a flash of white teeth. “Well so ye are!”

The rest of the giant’s body followed his head from around the wall and he walked with long legged strides over to the pair of humans. A dark leather apron covered him from his chest down to his shins with the tawny fabric of his sleeves rolled up over thick burly arms. Despite considering herself very well accustomed to giants by this point, Nenani could not quell the sudden nervous bubble that form inside her as he bore down on them. He was more broad shouldered than either Farris or Bart and perhaps even taller. He towered over them for only a moment before he dropped down to one knee, leaning forward even more to be closer to their level. His face and arms were deeply tanned and there was a faint dusting of metal shavings stuck to his face and beard.

“Been a while since yev been down this way,” he said to Jae with an easy smile. “Was startin’ to think ye didn’t like us no more.”

“Nah, nothing like that. Things have just been kind of...hectic?”

The giant threw his head back with a loud short bark of a laugh. “So I heard. Some nutter tried to kill ye? Threw ye off the roof was it? Must be goin’ up in the world if someone found ye important enough to try and assassinate, lad. I’d congratulate ye, but it sounds like it’s more a pain in the arse than anythin’.”

“Nah, no such luck. I was just collateral,” Jae replied, gesturing with his thumb to Nenani. “He was after this one. Hev, this is Nenani.”

The giant’s thick eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Ah! So yer Farris’s lil’ squeaker? Ah, well, I suppose yer a Princess too, eh? Please excuse the state of me, yer grace. Always get a bit manky in the shop.”

“I’ll make you a deal. Don’t call me ‘princess’ or ‘your grace’ and I’ll forget everything else,” Nenani replied with a small smile.

“Oh?” Hev asked and then looked to Jae in confusion.

“She hates the titles,” he explained. “Best to just drop them.”

“Ah, well. I’ll try to do that, but forgive me if I slip once or twice. I don’t mean nothin’ by it.”

“Is Connar about?” Jae asked, holding the bottle up with a grin. “We got a commission for him.”

Hev dipped his head and huffed in amusement before lifting up again with a nod. “Oh, sure. He’s just nappin’ over near the rag pile. Cold weather makes his leg ache, so he likes to build himself a lil’ nest over there. I’ll get ‘im fer ye.”

Hev pushed himself back onto his feet and after a few quick stride of his long legs, disappeared back behind the wall. His voice could be heard clearly enough. “Connar, ye up? Come on then, wake up. Oi! Ye lazy bum. Put yer shirt back on. How can ye be complainin’ about the cold when he ye haven’t even got yer damn shirt on? Now get dressed and try to pretend yer civilized fer all of a few minutes, eh? Ye got company.”

There was a fainter groan and then a curse. “Huh? Wait...Really?”

“Yeah, Farris’s ward’s is here t’see yer sorry arse. Y’know...the Princess?”

“The...Princess? Wait. What?! Ah, shit!”

Hev gave a loud laugh.

“Where’s my shirt? Hev, where’s my shirt?”

“How should I know?”

“Well, I put it there and now it’s gone!”

“I didn’t steal yer grimy little shirt. What’d I even use it fer?”

“I dunno. Hide it for a laugh?”

“Ah, not this time.”

“Dammit...I know I had it...”

“...ye check yer pants?”

“What?”

“I said did ye check yer pants?”

“...wha…? Why would I check my pants for my shirt?”

“Because it’s tucked into yer arse, ye fuckin’ dolt.”

“What? Oh! Hey! There it is!”

There was a pause and the Hev said in a contemplative tone, “Sometimes I wonder how ye ever managed to miss seein’ that trap. And sometimes, like now, I don’t wonder quite as much.”

“...fuck you, Hev.”

“Love ye too, lad,” Hev replied cheekily and then shouted back at Nenani and Jae. “OK, yer grace. He’s decent enough. Oh, sorry. Already forgot about the title thing. I mean...yeah, yer good to come on back.”

Nenani shot Jae a look of confused amusement and he just grinned back. Rounding the wall that Hev had disappeared behind, the floor dropped two steps and opened into a large round room with a cone shaped ceiling that ended in a sharp point. Flat openings near the pitch of the roof were opened to the outside, letting smoke and heat escape. The farthest wall from the entrance was dominated by a round bricked forge that, to Nenani’s eye, looked very much like one of Quinn’s ovens, only much much larger. Around the lip of the forge were long black metal poles. Some were nestled into the glowing coals or leaning against the forge itself. Off to the left side was a large bellows, sitting on the ground and positioned perfectly for a giant to step upon it with their foot to breath air into the fire. Next to that sat a giant black anvil with on large hammer resting upon it.

To the right of the forge was an open barrel of water and just beyond that was a large pile of rags, all colored black from soot and dirt and it was there that Hev stood, looking down at a human as they adjusted their shirt and quickly tried to force their messy mop of hair into something presentable.

When Nenani and Jae hoped the last step and down onto the dirt floor, Hev looked up at them and flash a grin. “Ye might need to forgive the state of this one’s dress as well. I’d say he’s just feelin’ under the weather, but...he never really looks any better than this.”

“Shut it you.”

Nenani found herself slightly taken aback when she finally laid eyes on Connar. She had expected an older man by the way everyone spoke of him, but he was surprisingly young. Older than Jae, but perhaps more Riley’s age. Perhaps even a bit older, but only just.

Connar was a lean, dark haired young man with thin gray eyes and his face was marked with faint white lines across his tanned skin. Old scars. His hands were similarly marked, but the most prominent feature of his person was the distinct absence of his left leg. In it’s place was a carved wooden replacement. From his left knee down, his leg was gone and he stood instead with a false one peaking out from the folded fabric of his gray trousers. However, instead of a plain round peg as Nenani had seen before on some sailors, Connar’s fake leg was carved as though to mimic the real leg he had lost. It had even been oiled and polished and he wore a shoe as well to match the one on his right foot.

He must have seen her staring at it, because when she looked up to meet his eye, he wore a knowing expression. “Lost it to a snap trap a couple years back,” he explained. “Some fucker was pouching on the King’s land while I happened to be trespassing through it and snap! No more leg.”

Her eyes widened in horror at the prospect. “That’s terrible!”

“Oh it was,” Hev agree vehemently. “Lil’ fella almost bled out in my arms.”

“But you’re not here to listen to my sob story,” Connar said, waving a hand and looking down at the roll of leather under Nenani’s arms. “Have a project for me, your grace?”

Hev bent down and tapped Connar on the head.

“Ow!”

“She doesn’t like titles.”

“Fine! You just needed to say. Ugh, that hurt!”

“Ah, I didn’t get ye that bad.”

“Says you,” Connar shot back, rubbing his head and wincing. He shook off the pain and annoyance and turned his attention back to Nenani and Jae. “So, what’ve you got for me, your-not-grace?”

“Nonna gave me this,” she said, holding out the dagger. “And I was wondering if you could make me a belt for it.”

Connar reached out and took the dagger, pulling it from its sheath and inspected the blade. Holding it to the light, he turned his eyes to Nenani. “You’re Thorn?”

“On my father’s side. Yeah.”

His eyes drifted down to the amulet around her neck. “And what about that?”

“It’s a fire opal,” she explained. “It helps keep my magic from spilling out all at once so I don’t die.”

Above them, Hev grunted, his eyed wide. “That can happen?”

“Yep,” Jae answered for her. “Almost did.”

“Well, that would be bad,” Connar replied. His eyes lingered on the metal chain. “Might want to swap that chain though. The links are far too thin to be holding up something that heavy. It’s gonna bust loose if you’re not careful.”

Connar slipped the dagger back into its sheath and then inspected the leather work of it. He hummed appreciatively. “They’re well made. The metal is very good. The blade needs sharpening, but I don’t think they really sharpen these. They’re ceremonial if I’m remembering right. Can’t have little kids stabbing each other, I suppose.”

He handed it back to Nenani, but as she tried to reclaim the dagger, the roll of leather fell from her arms. Connar picked it up and let it unroll. Holding it up, he whistled. “This would do well for a nice belt. But, is that all you’re wanting? Just a belt? There’s a lot more material here.”

She shrugged. “What else could you do with it?”

Connar gave her a devilish grin. “Oh, so many things. Tell you what. If can trust me enough, go on and leave me this here leather and come back to see me in...oh, about two days? I’ll have something for you.”

She nodded and smiled. “Okay.”

Jae stepped up and held out the bottle to him. “Here. Something to sweeten the pot.”

Connar’s eyes lite up. “Is that what I think it is?”

“Yeah,” Jae replied. “Promised Farris I’d keep away from it. So I’m back sucking lime flower leaves.”

Connar quickly rolled the leather back up and slipped it under his arm before eagerly grabbing up the bottle. “Well, that’s your loss,” he said and then looked back to Nenani. “Let me revise my previous statement. Come back in three days and I’ll have something you’ll absolutely love. And I’ll see about getting a better chain for your amulet too.”

“Thank you!” she said excitedly.

Conna held up the bottle. “No, thank you.”

………………………..

Despite the cold weather, the repairs on the west wing were coming along at an astonishing pace. All the broken roof tiles had been pulled off and the masonry underneath taken apart, stone by stone, and finally the fire damaged wood beams. Large new timbers had been delivered and installed to replace them and the masons were now laying back the foundation stones with fresh mortar. But as the giants worked, their craftsmanship was not the focus of Nenani and Jae’s fascination.

“How would it even have gotten there?”

“It must be part of the original structure. Like the tunnels.”

“You’re saying that the humans who built those tunnels would have also been the ones to build that?”

“Well, who else would have?”

“There’s no way!”

“They must have, though. Unless ancient Vhasshalans did.”

“It’s huge!”

“What? You don’t think humans can build big things? Have you ever seen castle Nethwyn? Well...I guess you haven’t. But’s it’s freaking huge too. The great hall was big enough to fit a hundred people and thirty giants comfortably. At least that’s what I always heard.”

From the vantage point of a high gable, Jae and Nenani stared down into the open wound of the west wing’s roof and at an enormous stone head that rose up from within the thick walls. It was nearly as tall as a giant and three times as wide. The damage done by the dragon’s attack had revealed it when work began on the repairs and more astonishing was that there seemed to be more the further down they went. The back of its head faced into the corridor and was the majority of what was visible while its face, still obscured by the outer stone wall, looked out into the valley.

“I thought Warren was just having a laugh when he said they found a giant head in the wall,” Jae said. “Or that maybe I just understood what he was telling me. Yaesha had given me some potent tonics.”

“Do you think there’s more of them?” Nenani asked.

“Maybe,” he said lightly. “But seeing how dug in that one it, it might take another dragon attack for the others to be dug out.”

Nenani made a face. “I wonder if he’s gonna have them wall it back up.”

“Don’t know. Seems a pity to cover it back up again.”

“Yeah.”

A short silence fell between them.

“So,” Jae said, breaking the quite, and tilting his head to peer at her curiously. “You ready for your official debut at court?”

“No,” she replied, her eyes watching one of the workmen slather a trowel with mortar and place a vaguely square shaped stone into place and giving it a rapid tap with the butt of his trowel before turning back to his bucket and beginning the process again with the next stone. “But I’ll be there. I’m just gonna do what Lolly said and just...sit there and look pretty. I guess. The dress is pretty heavy so that might be all I can do anyway. Are you going?”

He sighed. “Warren asked me if I would come and I tried to make an excuse, but Rosanna answered for me. So I’m going. And she’s already picked out my clothes for me and everything. And I swear she’s deliberately choosing the doublets that are just constricting enough for me not to be able to have any free movement. It’s like what I imagine wearing a corset’s like.”

Nenani laughed. “She knows you better than you give her credit for.”

“I mean...it’s nice not having to look over my shoulder all the time, but really. She’s starting to act like she’s my mom. Just this morning for example! When I went to talk to Warren, she didn’t like how I combed my hair and then did it for me. And Warren had the biggest shit-eating grin. It’s been years since I’ve had the urge to hit him, but ugh...got really close then. Could have done with that arm of yours. Wouldn’t thrown my damn shoe at him.”

“Yale must be right, then,” Nenani giggled. “Maybe she’s practicing being a mommy on you.”

Jae glared at her with an unimpressed look.

“So, speaking of the dinner,” Nenani said, steering the conversation away from the subject of the Queen. “Do have any pointers for me? On what I should and shouldn’t do?”

“Oh sure,” Jae replied. “A warning: a lot of courtiers might try to mess with you.”

“Mess with me?” Nenani frowned. “How?”

“Nothing too bad. And I don’t think Eldherst will bother you. I’m gonna bet he’ll be pestering Warren about the armory again. I just mean a lot of the Lords in power now were there during the war and some still harbor...ill feelings towards humans. Though not overtly. They’re a lot more...subtle about it. One or two of the older ones just saw me as Warren’s pet when I first came. One of them even asked me once wear my leash was and why I wasn’t on it. Should’ve told Warren about it, but I was still a kid and just wanted to leave. But I told Keral the next day. Supposedly he crushed up a dried red dragon pepper and slipped it into the Lord’s snuff box.”

With a look of horror, Nenani put her hand to her nose. Her mind supplying the mental image of someone snorting even just a small bit of regular pepper sounded horribly painful. But her horror turned into giggles and Jae grinned with her.

“For you though, the one I’d look out for most is Lord Calem. Tallish guy. Always wears this hideous yellow coat and wears too much cologne. You’ll be able to smell him long before you see him.”

“Why? Does he not like humans?”

“No. Opposite in fact. He is...very friendly.”

She looked at him askance. “How...is that a bad thing?”

It was Jae’s turn to make a face. “He’s a well meaning, but totally condescending idiot with no sense of personal space. And when he drinks, he gets all...cuddly. Especially with humans. I’ll tolerate Kol’s nonsense to a point. He’s my friend. But not Colem. He’s one of the main reasons I stopped going to those things.”

“What?” she laughed.

“Yep. He’ll want to pet you. Like...a pet. Like a dog. After two glasses of wine, he’ll get all up in your face and try to pet on you,” Jae said with a grin and then shrugged. “And since you’re small and cute, better watch out.”

She blinked at Jae’s choice of words, feeling her face flush.

“What?” he asked, looking at her.

“Nothing,” she replied quickly.

“...serious. You all right? I mean, the guy’s annoying, but he’s no Thrist.”

“It’s not that.”

“Then what?”

“...you just...well...you called me cute.”

“Uh huh..?” He drawled, squinting at her and she felt the heat in her face increase and she turned away from him to try and hide it. He leaned into her field of vision, a single eyebrow raised. “You feeling okay?”

“Yes.”

“You sure?”

“Yup.”

“Because you’re red.”

“I’m fine.”

“Like...beet red.”

“I said I’m fine!”

He smirked at her suddenly. “Oh.”

“Shut up,” she snapped and rose to her feet, turning to the open window behind them and hoping down onto the table below.

Jae leaned over to peer at her. “But I didn’t say anything...”

She glared at him. “I said shut up!”

With a smug grin so reminiscent of Keral that she felt the very real urge to punch him, he said, “You...you don’t fancy me do you?”

“No!” Her fingers sparked as she slammed the window shut and then pulled the latch down for good measure.

“Hey!” Jae got to his feet and pushed at the window. “Open up! Geez, Nenani, I was just joking!”

Nenani pretended she couldn’t hear him as she carefully climbed down the table leg, too angry and mortified to feel any pride in having gotten down off of a table all on her own.

“Nenani! Come one!”

“There are other windows!” she called back as she rounded the corner to find the tunnel door.

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BONUS ART: Oh look! It’s ol’ Hev.

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