#so all of the seven just have to patiently wait while he gets his brain unscrambled from focus mode

[pleasejustletpercyrest]

I have this very intense and specific headcanon that Leo talks really slowly instead of super fast, like he’s portrayed and generally thought to speak like. I think he doesn’t have a lot of experience talking to people, and his mind runs like x10 faster than his mouth so he speaks with so many pauses and a lot of ‘um’s and ‘like’s. It’s equally as incomprehensible, but also leaves the comedic room for people to not only wonder if he’s insane from the content of his words but also if he’s just extremely high. Like, he takes five minute pauses in between thoughts and scares the shit out of Percy, who just wanted to know how the pipes worked in case he wanted to water bend during an on deck fight.

Leo, working on a blueprint: but it’s like….

Percy:

Leo:

Percy:

Leo:

Percy, assuming he’s done talking, turning away:

Leo: um yeah like the interior stability—

Percy: what the fuck

He also forgets half the things he’s saying and remembers hours later and starts the conversation again, completely unprompted to the point that if he doesn’t get to it in the moment, the seven individually just sorta hang around him after an extended period of time to see if he’s going to finish what he was saying from the reminder that is seeing their face. The ADHD in him really shines in mid-fight conversation, especially when he’s seeing some of them for the first time that day during an attack.

Leo, randomly during an attack: HEY HAZEL!

Hazel, fending off a monster, worried he needs cover: WHAT?!??

Leo: MY FAVORITE CAKE FLAVOR IS FUNFETTI!!

Hazel, not knowing what the fuck that is: WHAT????

Anyways, I think the seven should’ve had more friendship qualities after living and fighting together, and I think they’d all form some sort of internal translator to understand the bullshit that comes out of Leo’s mouth. Thank you for coming to my Teddy Talky.

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #leo valdez #heroes of olympus #memes #pjo #hazel levesque #the seven pjo #the argo ii #i just think its funny #leo has adhd #leo is trying is best #pjo headcanon #just my headcanons #let the seven be friends!!! #i also think that Leo would talk in random spurts of like max five words if he’s really focused #so all of the seven just have to patiently wait while he gets his brain unscrambled from focus mode #he understands machines better not because he’s a son of Hephaestus but because they don’t use full sentences when he’s wiring them #he can just look at their internal mechanics instead of trying to filter comprehension from actual words #kay’s headcanons

[xxsabitoxx]

Roommates

Roommate Sanemi x AFAB Reader

Disclaimer: the characters and events of this story are fictional.

Warnings: Listening to someone else have sex, protected sex, male masturbation using a condom, tipsy making out, making out in a car, hand job, road head, making out in an elevator, dirty talk, hickeys, breast sucking, Sanemi has a tongue piercing, cunnilingus with a tongue piercing, blow jobs, finger fucking, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, multiple sex positions, multiple creampies, praising, spanking, biting, spitting, spit as lube, cum as lube

A/N: My confession is that I came up with this idea mid-April and it's taken me this long to get it all out. Given the fact that this is easily my longest fic, I hope you can forgive me for such a long wait. Also I apologize but this isn’t proof-read because my brain simply cannot handle proof reading a fic this long so please forgive me for any small errors that may pop up :’)

Word Count: 26.3k

Your junior year of college you decided to switch from dorm life to off-campus apartments. You were sick of having a twin XL bed, an unbearable roommate, and no personal space. As luck would have it, you found the perfect two-bedroom apartment that was just out of your budget. Considering it was two bedrooms, it only made sense to put out a notice looking for a roommate. Especially when it would cut the cost of living since you’d split the rent with them. Naturally, it made the situation even better because you’d be saving money. After several responses and a couple meet ups, you ended up encountering a man double majoring in Math and Teaching. Rough and mean looking on the outside but honestly a sweetheart, Sanemi Shinazugawa was the perfect fit for a multitude of reasons. For one, it was nerve wracking living alone as a young woman. Having a tall, buff, scar covered man as your roommate really deterred most creeps. 

The other main reason, he was a great cook. Most mornings you’d wake up to coffee brewing and food on the counter for the both of you. He was pleasant, respectful, cleaned up after himself, and was pretty easy to hold a conversation with. He was also a bit of a softie, telling you about his mom and siblings and how he happened to be the oldest of seven. It made sense why he seemed to be such a patient man, and why he wanted to be a teacher. Most nights you’d share the living room to study, occasionally eat dinner together, or share a few drinks. Your friend groups remained separate, which meant the few times you weren’t clogged up with school work, you’d go partying at different places and somehow always end up stumbling home at the same time. You enjoyed those drunken giggles as you raced for the bathroom before heading off to bed. You also looked forward to the conversations the morning after, when you would tell him all about the things that happened, including gossip about people he didn’t even know. 

Moments like that really tugged at your heart. It was nearly impossible for you to not gain feelings for the man. He was handsome, intimidating but kind when you got to know him and, well, he really was a great cook. You haven’t acted on your feelings, honestly, you didn’t think you ever would. You didn’t want to risk the good thing you had going, finding a new roommate would be hell if everything went south. Plus you would have to pay rent you couldn’t afford until you could put someone else in his place. None of it was ideal so, you kept quiet, watching him from a short distance and fantasizing what it would be like if he threw you up on the counter and fucked you stupid. Yeah, you were way too deep now. It didn’t help that Sanemi was confident and comfortable in his body, often walking around the small place shirtless. He even liked to wear baggy gray sweats that would hang low on his hips while he cooked. Something you found extremely cliché but still hot. Even when he went out, he only had a few buttons done, his scarred chest exposed for everyone to see. 

Speaking of going out, tonight would have been a great night for it, but after midterms, you were too exhausted to celebrate. Your friends agreed to go out tomorrow night instead, so now you are spending your Friday night in bed with a new tv show on your laptop and a glass of white wine. Sanemi had told you he was going out, so don’t be alarmed if the door to the apartment opens in the middle of the night. You let your mind wander a few times, thinking about the girls that were likely throwing themselves at him. You weren’t used to feeling FOMO, but you were certainly feeling it now. Just the thought alone of some girl having the confidence to talk to him made your skin crawl. But at the same time, you figured it was utterly inevitable, he wasn’t yours to begin with so you had no right to feel envious. But at the same time, you couldn’t help but wish you had pulled yourself together and asked to tag along. But that didn’t feel right either… you felt like that was involving yourself in his life way too much. You were just roommates. 

“Just roommates…” you mumbled to yourself before taking a sip of your wine, enjoying the slightly bitter taste before swallowing. You had done everything imaginable while having the place to yourself. You took your shower with no time limit, did a face mask and skin routine, and even did your nails. You had also taken the time to enjoy yourself in ways you typically had to mute when he was home. Needless to say, despite your unwanted envious thoughts, you were rather relaxed. Now, however,  it was nearly three in the morning and Sanemi still wasn’t home. I should just go to bed. But there are only a couple sips left in the bottle… and only ten minutes left in this episode… you sighed, reaching over to your nightstand to pour the rest of the wine bottle’s contents into your cup. You settled back against your numerous pillows, refocusing your attention on your laptop screen. The scene was unfolding before you but your mind was wandering to other places. He’s been out for a long time… maybe I should text him…

You shook your head, you were in no position to be questioning his whereabouts. You were thankful your phone was sitting on your nightstand, giving you time to think and talk yourself out of any stupid texts you may have sent. You zeroed in again, this time actually holding on to the words the actors were speaking. You tilted back, downing the last bit of your glass before successfully finishing the bottle. You felt it now, your cheeks had been steadily warm over the course of the last few hours. You had taken forever to finish the bottle so your buzz never really went further, leaving you in a calm state until it began to wear off. Which is when you would pour another glass and try to forget about any unwanted thoughts. As the episode’s credits began to roll, you moved to grab the empty bottle on your nightstand and bring it out to the kitchen. As you moved to stand, you heard the familiar jingle of keys slotting into the front door. 

About time, I was getting worried. You would have to wait for Sanemi to get himself situated and in his bedroom before bringing the empty bottle out, finding it just a bit embarrassing that you spent your Friday night alone in bed. You set the glass on your nightstand beside the bottle, getting up to stretch your limbs and find something more comfortable to wear to bed. Your current outfit was too warm for the wine buzz you had going on. Finally, after a moment of struggle, the front door opened. He must have had a bit too much to drink. Or so you assumed, busying yourself in your dresser as you searched for a particular matching tank top and shorts. It wasn’t until you heard a lot of fumbling that you refocused your attention on whatever your drunk roommate was doing in the living room. What the fuck is going on? 

You questioned if you should go out there and see if he was alright, pausing your rummaging to really listen in. It wasn’t until the commotion grew closer to your door that you realized two very important things. The first thing was… he wasn’t alone. The second is… It was a girl. No fucking way… Your face felt as if someone had lit it on fire, the shock mixing with your buzz was enough to make you feel like you needed a cold shower. Clothes forgotten, you moved over to your door, pressing your ear against it to hear better. The fumbling you had heard seemed to be because she couldn’t keep his hands off of him. I can’t say I blame her… No real words were being spoken, rather it seemed like you were listening in on an intense make-out session paired with clothes being discarded in the hallway. Must be nice, what a lucky bitch.

You moved away from the door, guilt prickling the back of your mind as you tried to go back to your original task. I’ll change and put earbuds in… the wine bottle can wait till morning to be discarded. You jumped slightly as Sanemi’s room door flew open. They’re going to kill each other… or worse damage the damn apartment. My security deposit… you audibly whined at the thought, not feeling quite accomplished as you found the clothes you had been looking for. You began to strip, shamelessly listening in on whatever activity was happening beyond your bedroom wall. From the muffled sounds, you assumed they were making out on his bed. You felt relief in the lighter clothing, not as suffocated by your body heat. However, it did nothing to stop the tingling arousal building in your gut. You swallowed, discarding the other clothing in your hamper as you moved to clear off your bed. 

Something was keeping you from putting in your earbuds. The logical part of your brain was screaming to give Sanemi and the girl some privacy. The horny part of your brain was telling you to listen, see just how good he was in bed. How filthy… despite scolding yourself, you threw yourself down on your bed without your earbuds in. Nothing but silence rang in your ears, saved for the muffled noises next door. With nothing else to distract you, you focused on every noise coming from Sanemi’s bedroom. It seemed like an eternity but you finally heard the girl begin to moan. “You’re so good at that…fuck…” she drawled, when Sanemi didn’t respond, you assumed it was because his head was between her legs. Just rub it in a little more… you rolled your eyes, suddenly annoyed that you were even listening in the first place. 

The girl’s moans grew in tempo, muffled suddenly, likely by a hand over her mouth. You could tell by the sound of them that they weren’t fake nor were they being exaggerated. Christ he’s really making her moan like that… you felt a steady ache growing between your legs, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything about it. I refuse to stoop that low… you’d never let yourself live it down if you got off to your roommate fucking someone else. “S-shit!” you flinched as she came, your suspicions of Sanemi’s head being between her legs was proven correct a moment later. “Fucking liked that, huh?” she mumbled a response you couldn’t hear, her voice muffled as they seemed to begin making out again. You eyed your earbuds, you knew what was coming next and quite frankly you weren’t sure if you would survive hearing it. 

There was a few minutes of unintelligible noises, you couldn’t quite tell what the hell was going on until you heard a slap. That slap was followed by another, then another, until it fell into a steady rhythm. God damn. You nearly choked on your own spit as she began moaning again. You continued to listen, cheeks burning red hot when you heard Sanemi begin to make noises too. You listened, hands clenching your comforter as you listened to the sounds they made. This is so wrong! You screamed at yourself, still entranced by every noise the two of them made. At the rate he was going, it sounded as if he’d break his damn bed. Her moans were wild and unrestrained until they suddenly grew muffled. “I told you I have a roommate, wake her up and I’ll kick you out before you can finish” Sanemi’s words held deadly consequences, enough to make you shiver at the very thought of him speaking to you like that. 

Her moans remained muffled, it seems she was too far gone to even comprehend what Sanemi was saying to her. So you continued to lay there in agonizing anticipation, counting down the seconds until they finished and she either went to bed or went home. The sound of skin slapping skin only grew in tempo, much to your dismay. It’s going to be a long night, isn’t it? You groaned, rolling onto your stomach as the sounds of sex filled your apartment. For what it was worth, it was probably ten minutes before you heard Sanemi’s thrusts get sloppy. I figured he’d have some stamina. You snort softly, feeling a little desensitized to the whole situation. “Fuck… fuck…” you nearly squealed at his pants, he sounded completely fucked out. Hot. You listened more intently, his hand must have slipped from her face because she was moaning loudly once more. “C’mon…fucking cum… please…” she sounded desperate. 

Can’t say I blame her. You sighed, your mind painting the lewd picture for you. The throb between your legs was still present but you were refusing to do anything about it. “Fuck…you’re so fucking tight.” You flinched a bit, that comment seemed so unusual when you weren’t horny out of your mind. “Yeah? Makes you fucking wanna cum, huh?” You weren’t sure why, but the commentary was making you laugh a bit. I must be losing my mind, or I’m sleep deprived. You concluded as Sanemi’s sudden moan sent a shiver through your body. “Fuck…fuck I’m close.” He grounded out, your body feeling tingly as you pushed yourself upwards to listen better. “Yeah? Come then, please oh my fuck…” she drawled, loud and breathless. They sounded like they were running a marathon. You’re going to wake the whole building at this point. 

“Fuck… fuck y/n…” you froze, sitting straight up in bed with wide eyes. It took your brain a second to catch up, realizing that all noise in the apartment had come to a screeching halt. “Y/n… who the fuck is y/n?” The girl practically shrieked. You couldn’t even think straight, the silence making your ears ring as their “moment” was clearly ruined. Sanemi hadn’t said a single word, yet the girl screeched again. “Don’t tell me that’s your girlfriend? Oh my fucking god are you cheating?” She continued to scream until Sanemi’s hand came up and covered her mouth. Whatever he said was too quiet for you to hear, but the girl helped you out. “Your roommate? Your fucking roommate? You’re  fucking me while thinking about your roommate?” She sounded absolutely hysterical, you couldn’t say you blamed her though. 

“It was an accident!” He sounded defensive, which you also couldn’t blame him for. You’d be mortified if you moaned the wrong name… but you couldn’t help but chuckle at the fact that it had been your name. “Bull shit! This is so fucking humiliating!” You could hear shuffling, then his door opening. “Don’t ever fucking talk to me again, oh my fucking god.” She sounded livid, the ruffling sound told you she was picking up her clothes that had been scattered. “I’m sorry…” he sounded a bit defeated, likely because he hadn’t gotten the chance to finish. “What fucking ever dude! Go blow your load in your roommate since that’s clearly what you fucking wanted!” You cringed as the bathroom door slammed shut, followed by a string of curses under Sanemi’s breath. That's awkward… yet you couldn’t wipe the smirk off your face. 

You flopped back on your bed, struggling not to laugh at the sheer absurdity of the situation. He was thinking about me? While fucking her? I don’t know if I should be smug or offended. You were leaning more towards being smug. “Hey…” the bathroom door opened and Sanemi spoke again, you stopped smiling and listened. “Hey nothing, dickhead. Way to kill my fucking buzz and my orgasm. If you want to fuck your roommate so bad, grow a pair and fucking do it.” She sounded livid still, completely embarrassed that she had been used as a replacement. “I told you to keep it fucking down!” His voice was a whisper yell, you could practically hear her eye roll as she spoke again. “Fuck off.” Followed by her storming out of the apartment and slamming the door so hard the place rattled. “Fuck.” Sanemi sounded utterly defeated. 

Well… that was more than enough entertainment for tonight. You sighed, rolling onto your side, sleep tugging at your mind. You’d sleep peacefully knowing what you did now. You could only imagine how the conversation would go in the morning. Sanemi, on the other hand, was fuming at his own stupidity. “Way to go dumbass.” First girl he’d ever brought back to his “new place” and he royally fucked it up. He glanced down at himself, shame flooding his cheeks. He was still hard, the condom slick with the woman’s arousal. “Fuck.” He hissed again, moving to pick up the rest of his clothing before reentering his bedroom. There was no way he was going to sleep before dealing with the issue at hand. So, detested and embarrassed, he sat on the edge of his bed and worked himself with his own hand, hissing as he spilled into the condom. “What a fucking loser you are, Sanemi.” He spoke to himself, peeling the protection off and tossing it in the trash can beside his night table. 

The next morning you woke up with a dull headache. “Ouch.” You mumbled, making eye contact with the empty wine bottle on your bedside table. Within seconds, the memories of the night flooded your brain, a dopey grin tugging at your face as you rolled out of bed. You grabbed the wine bottle, pushing your room door open and slinking down the hallway towards the kitchen. It took you a second to realize Sanemi was already awake. “Oh.” you laughed a bit, watching as his head whipped around to look at you. “I didn’t expect to see you home.” You tease as you place the empty wine bottle on the counter. “Why is that?” You could tell he was hesitant, he didn’t know if you had heard anything that had transpired only a few hours prior. You shrug, eyeing his bare torso for a moment before opening the cabinet to find the pain relievers. “You were still out by the time I went to bed.” 

You were focused on getting a glass of water, the pill bottle in your hand. You didn’t see the way his eyes trailed over your body, his mouth feeling dry as he looked at you. “Yeah, I got in pretty late.” Sanemi murmured softly, focusing his eyes away from you to look at the coffee he was brewing. You hummed, shaking two pills into your hand. “Seems you had fun during your night home.” He teased you, eyeing the empty wine bottle. “Oh yeah, a blast.” you chuckled, tone sarcastic as you took the pain relievers for your headache. “I’m shocked you didn’t bring anyone home.” You suppressed a smirk, placing your cup in the sink as you turned to face him. “You’re such a pervert.” He laughed, hoping it hid the awkward tension creeping into his shoulders. “Me? A pervert? You wound me.” You faked a look of hurt, unable to keep up with it and cracking only a second later. “Yeah, you.” He countered back. 

“Since you’re dancing around the question, I’m gonna assume you got lucky.” You watched his ears turn a shade of red, eyes immediately darting from yours. “Oh? What’s that?” You snort, watching him toy with his coffee mug. “I wouldn't say I got lucky.” You raised an eyebrow, “bad experience?” You tried to sound sympathetic, as if you didn’t hear the whole thing go south. Sanemi nodded, pulling the carafe from the machine and dumping a generous amount of the black liquid in his cup. “Horrible.” Was all he said, moving to the fridge to grab cream. “Was she not good? Or was it something else?” You continued to pry, wondering how far you could push it until he caught onto you. “Eh, we just didn’t have chemistry.” He lied through his teeth, it seemed he wasn’t interested in learning if you knew or not. “That blows” was all you could come up with, turning to grab a mug out of the cabinet yourself.

“You know, my friends and I were going to go out tonight to celebrate midterms being over. You could always join, maybe find someone else to suit your needs.” You were being genuine, eyes focusing on the coffee you were pouring. Sanemi looked at you, glancing you over with a small sigh. “I appreciate it, but I don’t think that will help.” You merely shrugged, “if you change your mind you can let me know. I mean it’s only seven in the morning.” You chuckle, taking a seat at the small dining table with him. You both sat in silence for a bit, but you could tell there was something he wanted to ask. You knew what was clawing at the back of his mind but you chose to wait and see if he’d ask it first. “You’re telling me you didn’t hear us?” He nearly choked out, the grip on his coffee cup was nearly enough to shatter it. “Hear you?” You questioned softly, looking at him from over your coffee mug. 

“Yeah, I brought her back here… it didn’t end well and she wasn’t exactly quiet about it.” You were going to deny it but the vulnerability in his eyes had your shoulders sagging. “Fine, I didn’t want to make it awkward for you, but yeah I heard her leave. The apartment door slamming shut, I mean.” It was partially the truth, but you didn’t think you could ever let him know you heard him moan your name instead of hers. When he didn’t speak, you continued. “I kinda just figured it was your drunk ass stumbling home.” You chuckled softly, hoping to ease the tension that had been steadily growing. “And you didn’t come and check on me? How rude.” There he was, laughing softly and being a smart ass. Crisis averted for the time being it seems. “Eh I figured if you could make it into the apartment, you’d be able to get to your bed.” You laugh with him, setting your mug down. “My offer still stands, Sanemi. So just let me know.” 

You get up from the table, picking up your mug and heading to the kitchen. “I’ll think about it.” He mumbled softly, eyes glued to the expanse of skin you were showing. The shorts you were wearing could be classified as underwear, he felt his ears grow hot when he zeroed in on your ass peeking out from the bottom of them. You whirled around, beaming at him. He seemed a bit surprised, lips parting slightly as you smiled at him. “No pressure, but I’d love it if you came out with us.” You surprised yourself with how sincere you sounded, not that you weren’t serious about him joining you. Sanemi just nodded, still awestruck by your reaction. You turned and left, a smile plastered to your face as you returned to your bedroom. Sanemi sat at the table, mildly shocked that he had agreed to even think about it. But the way you looked at him… it had absolutely dumbfounded him into saying whatever would make you happy. “Fuck…” he muttered softly, hand coming up to rub his face. 

It wouldn’t be the end of the world. He thought quietly, the only issue with going out with you and your friends was the fact that you’d probably try and set him up with one of them. I’m not interested in any of her friends, I’m interested in her. He groaned, using one hand to rub his forehead. He couldn’t say no to you now, not when you smiled at him like that, not when you told him you’d love for him to join you. Suck it up, Sanemi. He grumbled to himself, there was no way he was going to disappoint you. Alone at the table, his mind wandered back to the events from a few hours ago. The girl he had brought home looked like you to an extent. Same hair color, same length, similar body type. He was cringing at his drunken, horny decision, he should have just left her alone. Especially when all he could think about was you, even when he was fucking her, all he was thinking about was you. 

Sanemi huffed, staring at the cloudy amber liquid in his cup. He was typically a black coffee guy, but you bought fancy creamers that he couldn’t resist. Now he took his coffee with a healthy amount of cream. Fuck I can’t even look at my coffee without thinking about her. He held in a laugh, amazed by how quickly you were taking over his mind. It’s not like it was the first time either, hell he wasn’t even sure when he started harboring feelings for you. Maybe it was at some point during one of the rainy weekends, the ones where you two would spend hours in the living room and order some food. Or maybe it was during one of your drunken races to the bathroom, laughing like kids doing something they shouldn’t. Perhaps it was the first time he saw you in a cocktail dress to go out with your friends, or the way you tucked your hair away when you needed to focus. Or, maybe, just maybe, he started falling for you the moment he met you. How fucking cheesy. But it was the honest truth. 

Sanemi sighed, it was too early in the morning to let you consume his every waking thought. Part of him figured he should just take a shower and go to bed again, it was Saturday after all. But the other part of him knew you’d still consume his thoughts, even his dreams if he let you. Eventually, he finished his cup and made his way to the bathroom. He needed to scrub her off of him, forget about the terrible interaction and maybe take her advice… grow a pair and act upon how he feels about you. Tonight may be the night to do it. He thought to himself, turning on the water and letting it fog up the glass. He couldn’t keep dancing around his feelings for you, especially since they were far more than just lusting after you. He wanted you to share his bed, fuck the separate rooms. He could turn your room into an office or something, anything to keep you by his side. You’re practically fucking love sick at this point. 

The rest of the day went by in a blur. A few hours before you were set to leave and meet up with your friends, Sanemi let you know that he would be joining you. Now, you sat in front of the mirror on your dresser and did your makeup, the dress you wanted to wear laid on your bed. It was brand new, never worn except the time you tried it on in store. It was a simple black cocktail dress that ended at your mid-thigh. It was pretty typical for going out but you really felt no need to stick out, so simple was usually your go-to. You finished applying mascara and smiled at your work. Again, you were also going out to get drunk so the less makeup you put on meant the less you’d have to clean up at the end of the night. “Eyeliner, mascara, a little bit of concealer and… oh!” You reached for your lip stain, applying a generous coat to your lips before setting it down. While it dried, you went and pulled your heels from your closet and set them by the foot of your bed. 

You undressed, slipping into your dress and then sliding on your heels. Once completed, you returned to your dresser and dabbed your lips with a tissue, reaching for a gloss to apply on top. “This is a lot of effort for something that won’t even last me an hour” you chuckled as you twisted the top back on the tube of lip gloss, placing it on your dresser and reaching for your phone. Your screen lit up with messages from your group chat, it seemed everyone was already on their way to the club you had decided on. You sent a message letting them know that you and Sanemi would be there probably twenty minutes after them. After a moment a new chat popped up, causing you to laugh out loud. “So if you aren’t here in twenty, you’re getting laid. Gotcha.” You sent back the eye roll emoji before clicking your phone off and shoving it in your purse. “Sanemi? You ready?” You pushed your room door, peeking down the hall to see he was already sitting at the kitchen table. 

“Been ready for twenty…minutes…” he trailed off when you made your way down the hall, the teasing smirk on his face had shifted to one of mild shock. “What? Do I have something in my hair?” You laughed softly, twirling around as if you were pretending to look for something you couldn’t see. “No! No…I uhm…” he stood, hand going to the back of his neck. “No you, you look really good.” The tips of his ears were turning pink, a smirk tugging at your own lips at the sight. “Thank you, you clean up pretty good yourself.” You were a bit shameless as your eyes trialed over him. Sanemi had gone with his typical look. A short sleeve button up, this time made it a silky black material, the top buttons undone to expose his scared chest. He paid it with a pair of black slacks, a monochrome look that contrasted well with his partially slicked back white hair. “Thanks…” he muttered softly, ears turning from pink to red. 

You smile, not wanting to make things awkward for him before you even leave the apartment. “Do you want me to drive?” You were reaching for your keys, jumping slightly when Sanemi’s hand stopped you. “Absolutely not, I’ll drive.” He reached for his own car keys instead, chuckling as you looked confused. “When you’re out with me, you don’t have to worry about anything.” He opened the door for you, “unless you wanna drive.” You smiled as he added that on, shaking your head. “No, I don’t mind if you drive, I appreciate it.” You walked past him and into the hall, trying to hide the fact that you were excited for him to drive you both. You watched him lock the door before heading for the elevator, it was silent until you got to the car, but it was comfortable silence. “Ladies first.” He chuckled softly, pulling the passenger side door open for you. “Oh, why thank you.” You laughed, getting in and smiling as he shut the door for you. What a gentleman. You smiled at the thought. 

“Alright so…” he spoke as he climbed in the drivers side, turning the key so the engine purred with life. “You’ll have to give me directions on how to get there.” He glanced over at you, eyes trailing to your exposed legs before reaching for the gear shift. “Yeah no problem.” You smiled “when we get out of the garage you’ll take a left. Then you’ll get on the highway heading north and I’ll just tell you what exit to take from there.” Sanemi nodded, pulling the car into reverse and backing out of his space. “Sounds good to me.” Music was playing softly from his radio, just enough to fill the car with ambience. “It’ll just be the two of us, three of my friends and then I think one of their boyfriends is also joining. But to be fair, after thirty minutes everyone kinda scatters on the dance floor.” You chuckle a bit. “Usually they drag me with them to find guys to dance with… but since I have you…” you shot him a look, letting those words hang in the air for a moment “I don’t have to worry about them dragging me anywhere.” You smiled, noticing the way his cheeks tinged pink. 

“That’s a relief.” He muttered softly, a smile tugging at his lips while his eyes remained focused on the road. “I won’t be drinking all that much either.” He spoke softly “Since I’m carrying precious cargo, I’ll probably only have a beer or two. My tolerance is pretty high and I nearly got shit faced last night so… I’ll take it easy.” Sanemi chuckled softly, one hand resting on the wheel while the other relaxed against the center console. “Precious cargo, huh? Me? I’m flattered.” You relaxed into the seat, turning to look at Sanemi with a small laugh. “Yeah, you.” He didn’t seem flustered to say that, the smirk on his face making you blush. Your eyes lingered for a moment, watching his tongue dart out to lick his lips. That’s when you noticed something reflective. “Hold the fuck on… is that…” Sanemi glanced over at you, chuckling. “A tongue piercing? You just noticed it? I’ve had it since I moved in with you.” You looked completely flabbergasted, your whole body turning to look at him. 

“No fucking way! Sanemi Shinazugawa you’re lying.” You folded your arms, laughing at the absurdity of it, hoping it hid how excited it made you. Sanemi laughed now, wholeheartedly as he took the exit to get on the highway. “I’m not lying! I got it when I turned nineteen and I’m twenty one now. We’ve been living together for three months and you’ve never noticed I had a tongue piercing?” You were absolutely floored by this revelation. “Never! Then again I’m not usually observing your mouth.” It came out more cheeky than sarcastic, which in turn caused your face to turn warm. “Oh?” His voice seemed to drop an octave. “So you’re observing other parts of me, Hmm?” He was smirking now, eyes glued to the road while you stared at him open mouthed. “Oh you wish!” You laughed, settling back into the seat normally with your arms still crossed. “Sure I do.” His voice was laced with sarcasm, his fingers drummed along to the beat of the music coming from his radio. 

A comfortable silence fell over the car, the club itself was only a twenty minute drive so it wasn’t long before Sanemi was pulling into the already crowded parking lot. “How come I’ve never heard of this place?” Sanemi’s eyes were wide as he observed the people entering the building. “It’s pretty new.” You comment softly, texting your friends that you had arrived and would be inside in a few minutes. “That so?” He shut the car off, turning to look at you. “Yeah, which is a good thing because that means it’s all new shit.” You chuckled, you could recall a few bars and clubs you had gone to in the past that were… questionable to say the least. “I suppose you’re right.” He laughs softly, opening the door to get out. You follow suit, stepping into the cool evening with a sigh of relief. The world around you seemed to buzz with excitement, the pounding music could be heard from the parking lot. As you rounded the car, you noticed Sanemi seemed just a bit overwhelmed. 

“Is this your first time at a club?” You couldn’t help but smile at him. “Sorta? I’m used to bars honestly. I’ve only been to a club like two or three times and they definitely weren’t this… busy.” Seeing the opportunity, you moved forward and hooked your arm with his. “Well then, we’ll just have to make sure you stick close to me, yeah?” Sanemi’s brain short circuited for a moment, nodded as he let you lead him towards the building. He wasn’t quite sure what had rendered him speechless, the words you had spoken, the way you smiled at him, or maybe it was the fact that you were touching him. Better yet, it was likely all of the above. His eyes were glued to you as you walked with him, the angle giving him a perfect view of the swell of your chest. He swallowed, even though his shirt was unbuttoned he still felt suffocated. Sanemi was pulled from his thoughts as you happily waved to your friends. “We figured we’d wait for you since it’s pretty crazy already!” 

Sanemi barely listened, smiling and saying hello when you introduced him. It didn’t really matter to him anymore, not when you were so close to him. All he could think about was you. The feeling of your arm on his, the smell of your perfume, how good you looked. How was he supposed to do anything else when you had him so tightly wrapped around your finger. The thought nearly scared him. He was quiet as you all walked to get in line, his eyes remained glued to you as you chatted excitedly with your three friends and whoever’s boyfriend. You had told him, but he already forgot. “Sanemi?” You glanced up at him, watching as he blinked back into reality. “Huh? Were you talking to me?” You chuckled, noticing your friends smirk as they turned to move up in line. “No, but you were spacing out really bad. Do you get nervous in crowds?” You watched his cheeks turn a shade of pink, had he really spaced out that hard while staring at you? “W-wha.. no, no sorry…” he couldn’t think of an excuse if he tried, so you  hugged his arm a little tighter.

“I promise I won’t leave your side, so you have nothing to worry about.” You turned away before he could see the smirk creeping up your face. Before you knew it, you were being ushered inside of the dark club, the entire place was bathed in changing lights. The music was making the floor vibrate, the dance floor already flooded with people as the DJ played remixes of popular songs. You tugged Sanemi down to your level, yelling slightly “let’s go to the bar!” He nodded, allowing you to guide him through as you trailed behind your friends. He had a feeling this would probably be the last time he saw them for the rest of the night. You were leaning over the counter, yelling to the bartender what you wanted, turning to ask Sanemi what he would like. A moment later you were being handed the drinks, Sanemi pushing past you to place the money on the counter. You handed him his beer, sipping on the cocktail you had ordered for yourself. You grabbed his arm again, tugging him over to a high top table. “Crazy isn’t it?” You yelled across to him, your friends had already disappeared elsewhere. Sanemi nodded, eyes scanning his surroundings. 

“Where did your friends go?” He yelled back to you, not really caring that they had already dissolved somewhere in the crowd. “Probably already on the dance floor! It doesn’t matter though!” You laughed, already feeling a slight buzz from the strong drink, you never really had a tolerance in the first place. “Oh?” He laughed, sipping his beer “why’s that?” He continued, setting the cup down. You lean over, smiling at him “Cause I get to spend more time with you! Get your mind off of your shitty hook up.” You laughed as you straightened again, sipping more of your drink and bouncing gently to the beat of the music. Much to Sanemi’s relief, it was dark enough that you couldn’t see the way his cheeks turned a flaming red. You didn’t want to go anywhere until you finished your drink, there was no fun in dancing and spilling it everywhere. You glanced at Sanemi, noticing the way his eyes seemed to sparkle as he observed his surroundings, it was kind of cute. “I hope you don’t mind dancing!” You yelled to him, downing the rest of the cocktail with a grin. “Dancing? Me?” He still had half of his beer left, but that wasn’t going to stop you. 

“Yeah, you. Don’t tell me you came here just to stand around.” You laughed, setting your empty glass on the table before rounding it to stand next to him. “C’mon! Let loose a little.” Your hand rested on top of his, the one holding his beer cup to be exact. “You’ll have to get a couple drinks in me if you want me to let loose. And that’s not happening.” He smirked at you “Like I said, precious cargo, I need to get your pretty self home nice and safe.” You chose to ignore the pretty comment, despite the fact that it made your heart do backflips. “That’s fine, you’ll just have to get over it then and come out and dance with me sober. Everyone else is already drunk anyways, nobody is going to pay us any mind.” Liar he thought to himself, people were certainly paying you some of their mind. If one more person checked you out he was positive he was going to have a heart attack. “Not happening.” He laughed as you got closer, his heart pounding erratically as you looked up at him through your lashes. 

“Yeah, sure.” You laughed, taking a step away from him. “If you’re not going to join me, you can just watch.” You turned on your heels, maneuvering through the crowd so you could descend to the dance floor. Sanemi cursed under his breath, downing the rest of his beer and following after you. Cheeky little shit. He could help but smirk, catching up to you within a few strides and grabbing your arm. “What happened to staying close to me?” His voice was against your ear, bodies too close for him to not feel the way you shivered. “Change of heart.” You murmured, just loud enough for him to hear. “Not that it matters now, come dance.” He couldn’t say no to you, not even if he wanted to. You moved through the crowd, closer to the middle so he’d feel a little less awkward. The song began to change as you turned to face him, your hands finding their way to his shoulders so you could lean up and whisper in his ear. “Just do whatever feels right.” He couldn’t resist, his hands finding to it waist as you began swaying to the music. 

With your guidance, he began to move too, pushing past how awkward he felt about it until all he could see was you. He wasn’t even sure how it happened, but four songs had passed and the two of you were still dancing. Your bodies bumped into each other every once in a while because of the amount of people on the floor with you. It was claustrophobic, the amount of sweaty, drunk bodies swaying and grinding to the various beats the DJ played. But at that moment, he couldn’t have cared less. Not when you seemed to be having so much fun, your hands clinging to his shirt to keep him close as you danced. Sanemi let his hands wander, holding your hips just a little tighter, daring to drag you closer to him. You felt him hesitate, as if looking for your approval. You caught on, the slight buzz from your drink giving you enough courage to close the distance for him. You could have melted on the spot, your chest pressing to his due to the extra height from your heels. “Hey…” he uttered softly, just loud enough for you to hear. 

Your faces were inches apart, “… hey” you spoke softly. You were close enough that he could hear it over the music. You stopped swaying, standing completely still as you looked each other in the eye. You knew where it was going, but you wanted him to take the initiative. Sanemi’s eyes darted from yours, eyeing your lips before looking back up at you. Nervously, his tongue poked out to wet his lips, the ball of the tongue piercing glimmered under the strobe lights. There was only one time in his life that he had ever been nervous to kiss someone and it was because it was his very first kiss ever. Then again, he hadn’t really felt much for anyone outside of flings and the rare hook up. You though? You were something different entirely. It petrified him, in every possible way. Standing still on a raving dance floor just so happens to work in his favor. You both let out noises of surprise when someone accidentally bumps into Sanemi’s back, which causes him to fall into you. 

Your noses bump as the guy yelled out a sorry before stumbling further into the crowd. You begin to laugh, adding more distance when all Sanemi wanted was to close it. While you’re distracted, his hands leave your hips to cup your face, holding you in place as he closes the distance. You gasp into the kiss, the grip you had on his shirt tightening as if he’d disappear. Your initial shock disappears after a moment, your lips parting easily for him to enter. It thrills you, feeling Sanemi’s tongue sweep into your mouth, your own tongue dancing around him until you ghost across the metal tongue piercing. You whine, you had somehow already forgotten that crucial piece of information. Sanemi heard you, his hold on your face shifting back down to your hips as he swayed with you to the music again. You were fascinated by the metal, running your tongue along it until you felt the vibrations of Sanemi’s groan. 

You parted, gasping for air as the club around you suddenly felt way too overstimulating. One look told Sanemi everything he needed to know, his hand finding your own to pull you off of the dance floor. Your roles had quickly reversed, instead of you dragging Sanemi around the club, he was dragging you out of it. The cool night air no longer offered you any release, your ears ringing at the immediate volume change. “Sanemi…” he didn’t respond until you were well into the parking lot. “Yeah?” he turned to look at you, his lips slightly swollen from the kiss. “Nothing…” You smiled, just wanting to see his face. That one smile nearly made his knees week, his head turning to fumble with his keys. Once the car clicked open, he reached for the back door, making your heart leap into your throat as he made his intentions extremely clear. You felt a wave of heat flood your body, scrambling past him with a chuckle. By the time you threw your purse into the front seat, Sanemi was clambering in behind you and slamming the door shut. 

He was on you again in seconds, the cramped backseat not helping the situation but you would take whatever you could. Your dress rode up as you spread your legs to accommodate Sanemi on top of you, his hand shooting to grab the back of your head before it hit the window. “This isn't ideal.” you laughed, watching a smile tug at his own lips as he moved to kiss you for a second time. “I know it's not ideal…” he pulled away to speak before kissing you a third time “but I need you…so bad.” his voice had dropped to a hush whisper, your body responding immediately to the desperation in his voice. “It’s fine…” you choked out, the arousal throbbing in your gut drowned out any discomfort you felt. You pulled Sanemi to you, trying to shift your body into a laying position to see if it made things a little easier. Sanemi’s lips were on yours for a fourth time, shifting his weight to rely on his elbows as his body pressed tightly to yours. You moaned softly into the kiss, his weight sending waves of arousal straight to your cunt. It took a minute but you were finally able to settle into a somewhat comfortable position. 

Your hands found their way to his hair, ruining his attempt at wrangling the typically untameable strands. He groaned, shivering at the feeling of your hands on him, his own excitement manifesting physically as it brushed along your exposed thigh. “Fuck…” you pulled away, your mind going blank the moment his erection grazed you. Saliva kept your lips connected, breath mingling with one another as you panted. “Sanemi…” You spoke softly, his eyes zeroing in on you and clinging to every word. “Yeah?” he couldn’t think straight, the urge to rip your dress right off of you and fuck you stupid in the back seat of his car was clawing it’s way to the forefront of his mind. “Take me home. Please, if we’re going to do this… I want to do it right. Take me to our home.” He was putty in your hands, heart racing at the use of our. “Of course, fuck of course…” His dick throbbed at the very thought, scrambling to get off of you and get into the front seat. You followed after him, barely bothering to fix your dress as you got into the passenger side. Sanemi turned the keys, the car coming to life a moment later. 

Your thighs were squeezing together as he pulled out of the spot and drove towards the street. “Ah, ah, pretty girl…” Without even looking at you, Sanemi’s hand found your left thigh and forced it away from the other. “You can wait till we’re home.” He glances at you before turning onto the road, your eyes are lidded with need, focusing on the way his scarred hand is squeezing the plush flesh of your thigh. “No fair…” You whined softly, your body aching with need, the feeling of his hand only sending your thoughts into a helpless spiral. Sanemi didn’t break though, as much as he wanted to. He was quickly realizing it pained him to tell you no, regardless of the circumstance. All the while, your eyes were shifting between his hand and his groin. His cock was straining against the material of his pants, the slight clench in his jaw told you he was struggling just as much as you were. “You asked for this.” He murmured softly when he felt your eyes on him still. “Yeah, I know but…” the realization that there was still twenty minutes left in the drive felt like utter torture. “But nothing.” He teased you again. 

“Sanemi…” you tried again, it was a useless battle, especially since you were the one who told him you wanted to go home. “You can survive, c’mon now, you can’t be that needy for me already.” His tone was low, dripping with sarcasm. It made your face feel warm, squirming in your seat as you crossed your arms. “Me? Needy? Look at you.” You tried to give him the same attitude but you couldn’t muster the courage. With the information you knew, you could certainly rile him up. But you decided to save that revelation for later. “Look at me? I don’t need to self reflect to know how badly I want you.” He squeezed your thigh to drive his point home, smirking as you gasped and tensed at the feeling. You felt small in comparison, as if nothing you said would make him break. So you let him tease you, his hand massaging your thigh until you could feel your arousal dampening your underwear. How embarrassing. You held back a groan, hand itching to return the favor. As you came to a red light, waiting to take the exit for the highway, your hand crept over. 

You placed your hand over the prominent bulge in his pants, holding your breath as Sanemi inhaled sharply. “So that’s how you’re gonna be, Hmm?” He hummed softly, his hand leaving your thigh to undo his pants. “By all means, have fun.” You swallowed, seeing the opportunity he was allowing you and taking it. You fished him out of his pants, holding back a groan as his cock sprang forward. “Fuck…” you nearly choked on your own saliva as you looked at the size of him. The red light was filling the car with a dim glow, along you to see the shine already coating his tip. “Sanemi… I just want to make sure.” You stared at him, adjusting yourself in your seat. “Make sure of what?” He seemed nonchalant but you could see the way his jaw was tensing, eyes training on the traffic light and practically begging it to go. “That if I do this, you won’t crash the car.” You teased him a bit, but it was also a genuine question. Sanemi smiled at that, throat bobbing as he swallowed before stealing a glance. “I’ll be fine.” That quick look sent your heart into a flurry, the light switching from red to green as if giving you the go ahead. 

Sanemi’s foot hit the gas a little harder than necessary, shooting forward and knocking you back a bit. “Yeah…” you mumbled under your breath, readjusting in your seat “you’ll be fine.” You mimicked him, nearly turning completely sideways in the passenger side seat. “I promise, if it’s too much I’ll tell you to stop.” There was pink coating his cheeks, the one hand he had on the wheel was clutching it so tightly his knuckles were turning white. “Yeah, whatever you say…” You laughed, leaning over to tentatively wrap your hand around the middle of his shaft. You didn’t believe one word he said, especially with the way he inhaled as your hand did nothing more than wrap around him. “I’ll take it easy on you.” You leaned forward, unable to see the way Sanemi’s eyes widened when he realized what you were doing. He had assumed it would be nothing more than a handjob to tease him until the two of you arrived home. He felt his heart leap into his throat as your head lowered to his lap. “Oh fuck…” he swallowed, eyes flickering down to you before refocusing on the road. Your tongue glided along the head of his cock, a small moan escaping your lips as Sanemi’s other hand settled on top of your head. 

You felt the car slow for a second time as Sanemi rolled up to a second traffic light. You took the opportunity to lower your head further, taking in more of his cock. “Shit…” he hissed, eyes trained on the back of your head as you lavished him with your tongue. The light was quicker than he had wanted it to be, once again he stepped on the gas, holding his breath as he took the exit to get on the highway. You steadied yourself, the position a bit uncomfortable considering you were leaning over the center console to suck him off. You dared to go lower, taking in half of him before pulling back up. It took you a minute but you found a rhythm that felt good for you, listening intently to his quiet gasps over the sound of the wind hitting the car. You couldn’t see it, but Sanemi was pushing eighty-five miles an hour as he flew down the highway. His brain was going just as fast as the car, unable to process the reality that you were going down on him. Never mind the fact that you were doing it as he drove. Your tongue continued to lick along the head of his cock, pulling way to lick further down his shaft before returning to the top. 

Carefully you pulled away all together, leaving him gasping as you settled back into your seat. “You didn’t think I was going to be that generous right?” you smirked at him, wiping the saliva from your lips as you did. Sanemi was a bit stunned, though he shouldn’t have expected anything less. Laughter bubbled in his throat, his free hand haphazardly tucking his still hard cock away. “No, I actually didn't. Though that just means I need to make things even.” His hand returned to your thigh, kneading the flesh as he continued to floor it down the highway. You swallowed, thighs parting a little further as you counted down the seconds until you were home. The alcohol was still lingering in your system, your nerves seemingly set on fire as your body ached for him. You wanted to give him more, you couldn’t wait to give him more. So far, your roommate was surpassing your expectations. Not when your wildest wet dream could compare to the things you were feeling now. Sanemi himself was nothing like the Sanemi you fantasized about, he was far better. That realization had you squirming in your seat, the silver ball tongue piercing lingering in your mind as you thought about what it would feel like. 

“I have to ask…” you sighed softly, you were maybe ten minutes away now. Sanemi glanced at you quickly before looking at the road again, he said nothing, waiting for you to continue. “Does the tongue piercing make you better at giving head?” You laughed a bit but the question was serious. Sanemi smiled, a look of pure cockiness on his face. “So I’ve been told, I’ve even considered buying one of those stupid vibrating tongue piercings but I haven’t really had a reason to do so.” His cock was throbbing as he spoke, he certainly had a reason now to buy such a lewd item. The very thought of using a vibrating tongue ring on you had precum dampen his briefs. “You’ll have to show me your skills, maybe you’ll have to eat me out twice to show me the difference with and without.” You usually would have choked on your words saying something like that, but the way Sanemi’s lips parted in surprise made you glad you said it. “So you want me to go down on you? Why don’t you amuse me and tell me all the things you want your beloved roommate to do to you, hmm?” You felt your face grow warm, the grip he had on your thigh grew tight. 

“Well, for starters, I would love for my beloved roommate to go down on me.” You sighed, still thinking about what it would be like. “I would also love for my roommate to fuck me stupid, specifically in his bed.” You felt no shame or embarrassment confessing what you wanted, the way Sanemi’s nails dug into your flesh told you he enjoyed every word you spoke. “Specifically my bed? Why is that?” He wasn’t sure why that stirred something in him, he already had every intention of taking you to his room when you finally got back. But hearing you utter those words had him feeling possessive. “I don’t really know…just like the idea. Your bed always looked comfy to me, and your room always smells nice.” What you wanted to say is that it smelt like him. His grip on your thigh had loosened just a bit when he figured he was leaving nail indents in your skin. Instead, Sanemi moved to massage the flesh as he took the exit off of the highway. You were nearly home, his mind was practically turning to mush as the anticipation grew even heavier. “What else?” 

His voice was growing hoarse, he had never wanted to fuck someone as badly as he wanted to fuck you in that very moment. “I want to finish what I started of course.” You glanced at him and then down to his lap, a smile on your lips as he inhaled deeply. “Yeah? Sounds like we’re going to have a long night.” You sighed, fidgeting a bit as your apartment building finally came in view. “We better, I got all dressed up just for you to drag me out of the club.” You laughed as he turned to look at you, the look was of pure disbelief. “By all means I can take you back.” His voice was dripping with sarcasm, he wouldn’t let you go out of arm's reach at this point. “No way, I’d kick your ass.” Your hand shot down to grab his wrist, gently pulling him off your thigh. You could see his visible confusion as he watched the road, unsure of what you were doing. Slowly, you intertwined your fingers with his, smiling at the fact that he let you do it so easily. You brought his hand upwards, gently placing a kiss to the back of it. Sanemi inhaled, eyes itching to look at you but he needed to focus as he turned into the parking garage. 

You continued to place kisses on his scarred hand, kissing your way over his knuckles and up each finger. You watched as Sanemi pulled into the garage, mildly impressed that he was able to take the sharp turns with only one hand on the wheel. Your body felt as if it had been shocked with electricity as he pulled into his assigned space. You let go of his hand even though you didn’t want to, opening the car door to get out before he had even turned the vehicle off. You were too eager to speak, marching your way towards the elevator as Sanemi scrambled to follow you. “Excited?” He laughed, as if he wasn’t chasing after you with long strides. “Of course I am.” You shot him a wink as you hit the button, the elevator doors opening slowly. Once you both stepped in, all bets were off. You gasped as his hands found your waist again, pulling you to his chest so he could crush his lips against yours. “The camera…” you pulled away as you began to ascend, Sanemi couldn’t care less that this would be caught on surveillance. So he kissed you again, making his point clear as you gave in and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

It wasn’t long before the doors opened and you had to part again reluctantly, this time Sanemi was grabbing your hand and tugging you down the hall. His free hand was fumbling with his pocket, pulling out his keeps as you reached the door. You watched the key slot into the lock with bated breath, your knees nearly giving out as the door swung open and you both stumbled inside. You didn’t get a chance to properly shut the door, Sanemi was pressing you against it and effectively slamming it shut in the process. You didn’t get a chance to complain either because Sanemi was nearly suffocating you as his lips crashed to yours again. This time it was fully unrestrained, his hands pushing your dress upwards while your hands tugged at his top. The kiss turned into a messy clash of teeth and tongue until he was pulled away to bury his face in your neck instead. You gasped, the sensation of his teeth grazing your skin making you shiver as his hands trailed up your side to start tugging your dress down from the top instead. “You’re going to destroy my d-dress…” You choked as his teeth sunk into your skin. 

He only groaned in response, tongue licking along the teeth indents he had left behind. “Yeah whatever, I’ll buy you a new one.” He seemed fully unbothered, head dipping low again to suck along your jaw. Your heart was beating in your throat, hands finding their home in the hair you disturbed earlier when kissing him. “S-shit…” You sighed as Sanemi’s tongue licked along your jaw before returning to your neck. His hand gripped the top of your dress again, yanking it down harshly until you heard the zipper tear. “Sanemi!” you didn’t quite care at that moment but you knew it would bother you in the morning. “I said I’d buy you another one. Fuck I’ll buy you as many dresses as you want if it means I can tear them off of you.” He returned to leaving hickeys on your neck, not stopping until purple bruises littered your skin. You squealed as your dress was pushed down further, your breasts finally freed from their confines. Sanemi took a second to admire before attaching his lips to your nipple. A loud moan escaped you, eyes wide as you felt him suck and lick the sensitive skin. The moment the ball of his tongue piercing glided along your breast you knew you were done for, your eyes nearly rolling back as your mind went wild. 

He continued to run his tongue along your skin, flicking your nipple strategically with his tongue piercing every few goes. You could feel your knees going weak, you couldn’t support your body weight much longer if he was going to tease you like this. Sanemi seemed to realize, pulling away from your breast with a soft pop, a string of saliva keeping his mouth and your breast connected. He said nothing, rather he smirked at you, reaching down to hook his arm around your waist and haul you up and over his shoulder. “Sanemi!” you practically shrieked, you knew he was strong but you didn’t think he was that strong. You could feel his laughter, his shoulder digging into your stomach as his free hand came up to land a swift smack on your dress-clad ass. A string of profanities left your lips as Sanemi pushed his room door open, your ass cheek was stinging from the impact of his spank. “Colorful words you got there.” He snorted as he dropped you onto his bed, watching you bounce a little before settling. “Oh whatever.” your face was warm, eyes struggling to meet his. Sanemi’s head tilted, admiring how you looked. Half naked, breasts exposed and wet with his saliva. Pretty bruises littering your neck, your lips swollen from his kisses, your hair tousled from all the movement. To him, you had never looked better. 

Sanemi sighed, undoing the rest of the buttons that you had nearly ripped off, tossing the shirt to the ground and smiling as it caught your attention. “So…” he began, taking a step towards the side of his bed before leaning forward. He braced his arms on either side of your hips, the mattress dipping further under his added weight. “What do you want first? Continue where we left off… or let me get a taste…” His forehead was nearly touching yours, breath mingling as he waited for your response. “It’s your turn…” You spread your thighs a little further, hand reaching for his shoulder as you motioned for him to get on his knees before you. Sanemi huffed out a laugh “it’s hard for me to say no when you look at me like that.” His knees hit the ground with a soft thump, his hands sliding up your thighs and forcing a shiver out of you. “Do I have your permission to take this dress off of you?” His head tilts, waiting for your answer. “A-absolutely you do…”  you lifted your hips, helping him tug the material off you and drop it off to the side. Sanemi took a minute, drinking in the sight of your bare skin. He was staring at you as if he was trying to memorize every inch of your skin. “So…” your voice was soft, anticipation killing you. 

“Sorry.” his face turned red, his hands grabbing for the waistband of your panties. “You’re so beautiful.” He couldn’t look at you as he said it, if he did he was convinced his heart would implode on the spot. “So are you.” You lifted your hips for him a second time, allowing him to take the last piece of clothing you had on, off of you. “Don’t flatter me.” his tone was teasing, eyes taking on a different look as your cunt was exposed to him. No further words were spoken as Sanemi coaxed your legs open further. You braced yourself on your elbows, legs dangling off the side of the bed as Sanemi slowly moved to kiss your thighs. The shine from his tongue piercing glimmered in the moonlight leaking through his window, sending shockwaves of arousal through you as his hands moved to hold your hips. His hair tickled your thigh as he licked fat stripes up your skin, avoiding the place you wanted him most just to tease you a little further. You watched him with bated breath, whining softly as his breath fanned over you before pulling away. “Sanemi… please.” You had waited far too long for him to tease you like this. Sanemi huffed out another laugh, the persistent twitch in his pants was making him impatient as well. 

He stopped teasing you, his hands finding their way to your thighs again as he lowered his head. Your body tensed as the flat of his tongue licked along your folds. The metal ball of his tongue piercing was more prominent than you thought it would be, even though it was as warm as the rest of him, you felt it. “Oh…” you gasped, head falling backwards. You were torn between keeping yourself propped up so you could watch and just laying back to enjoy it. Sanemi’s tongue continued to lap at your cunt, purposely avoiding the place you wanted him the absolute most. “Sanemi please…” You were aching for him to pay attention to your clit, but the small smirk that tugged on his lips as he nipped at your inner thigh told you this was payback. “Sanemi please! I said I would finish what I started in the car… stop teasing me…” Your hips wiggled, thrusting upwards as if you could force him to eat you out the way you wanted. One movement and he had stilled you completely, his hand splaying across your abdomen and pushing you back to the mattress. “Relax.” His tone held authority, making you feel rather pathetic for squirming in the first place. “Sorry…” you settled again, eyes struggling to hold contact with him. “Good girl.” 

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, Sanemi’s head dipping down again to eat you out with a little more fervor. He ran the ball of his tongue piercing along your lips, leaving a shining trail of saliva in its wake. A quiet whine slipped past your lips, hand fisting in his comforter as you tried not to seem too impatient. He caught on of course, finding it impossible to hold off any longer. As much as he wanted to take his time, he was far too excited to keep holding off. A loud gasp slipped past your lips as his tongue flicked across your clit, the metal ball hitting it the second time. “Oh fuck…” The feeling of his tongue piercing very different, each pass over your clit made your thighs tense. Sanemi’s mouth moved to wrap around the pulsing nerve, sucking harshly while swiping his tongue repeatedly. The motion had your arms giving out, falling flat on the bed as you moaned completely unrestrained. Sanemi continued, one hand still pressing down on your abdomen as he used the other to place one leg over his shoulder. He quickly switched, placing his other hand on your abdomen so he could grab your other leg and throw it over his shoulder as well.

 This way, you couldn’t close your legs if you wanted to and now he had the ability to do what he did next. Your entire body tensed as two fingers slipped inside of your already wet cunt, curling perfectly before uncurling again to thrust sloppily. “S-sanemi!” You choked out his name, the sudden intensity making your eyes water as he fucked you with his fingers and tongue. As quickly as he gave in, he stopped, pulling away just enough to gasp for air. You whined, glancing down at him to see his lips and chin covered in a mixture of saliva and your arousal. “Sanemi.” All you could utter was his name at this point, no other words would come to mind unless it was to beg him to keep going. “You didn’t think I was going to be that generous, did you?” He used your own line against you, smirking as your head fell back with a groan. “L-let me make it up to you. I-I’ll finish what I started but you have to do the same.” Your previous confidence had flown out the window, your mind too cloudy to think of anything else but his tongue. “Oh, I see what you mean.” Sanemi’s hand left your cunt, moving to hold your legs and caress them softly. “How about this?” He moved your legs off of his shoulders, the position itself had made your stomach do backflips so you were a bit sad it was already over. 

You watched him straighten, standing at his full height so he could take off his pants and boxers. “Sit up, move further in.” he motioned for you to move towards the center of his bed, your heart rate spiking significantly when you realized he really had caught on to what you were implying. Within seconds, Sanemi was as bare as you, giving you a moment to admire him in his entirety before he crawled onto the bed with you. You couldn’t help yourself as you leaned over to kiss him, shivering as his hands found your hips and held you as he lowered himself into a lying position. You pulled away, lips slick with saliva as you looked down on him. “I think you know what to do… or do you want me to explain.” The look in his eyes was a teasing one, tongue sliding out to lick your saliva from his lips. “I got it.” You rolled your eyes, turning away before he saw you smile. “Alright then, show me.” It was a little awkward at first but you positioned yourself with your thighs on either side of his head, your cunt hovering just inches above your face. “Let me know when.” your voice was hoarse, Sanemi’s hands found their way to your hips again and pulled you down. You squealed as he forced nearly all of your weight on his face, until it felt like you would suffocate him. 

“A-are you sure that's not too much?” You moaned as his tongue immediately found its way to your entrance, taking that as a yes, you leaned forward to wrap your hand around his aching cock. You gave him a few deliberately slow pumps before lowering your mouth. Your lips suctioned around his tip for the second time that night, tongue lapping at the bitter precum still oozing from him. You could feel him pulsate as you used one hand to stroke what your mouth couldn’t fit, drool seeping down his length to act as lube. You took a chance, your free hand coming down to hold his balls. The reaction you got was a loud groan vibrating your cunt, Sanemi’s tongue working even harder as your orgasm suddenly began to build in your gut. You massaged him gently, tongue licking up the underside of his shaft while you shamelessly fondled his balls. The intensity building in your gut was enough to have your hips jerking away from Sanemi’s face, tears pricking your eyes as you tried to take even more of his length. A loud yelp left you as Sanemi’s hands found your hips and forced them right back down on his face. The ball of his tongue piercing slid across your clit again before dipping into your entrance. You nearly pulled off of him, fully overwhelmed by pleasure, but you managed to stop yourself. 

You continued to pump what you couldn’t fit, head bobbing in rhythm with your fist. Groans continued to vibrate your cunt, your hand still massaging the sensitive flesh. You never really knew what to do with them, but the way Sanemi was groaning told you that you were doing something right. The grip Sanemi had on your hips tightened significantly, his cock pulsating against your tongue. Strangled noises left your lips as your orgasm continued to build, the way his balls tightened in your grasp told you he was going to reach his climax at any second. You squirmed, your pace growing erratic as your hips grind down on Sanemi’s face. He encourages you, hand pushing and pulling your hips at a faster pace, finding the way your cunt ground on his tongue to be utterly exhilarating. Before you could process it, your hips were stuttering to a halt, your eyes watering as your orgasm snuck up on you. You spilled all over his tongue, a gush of warmth making your face turn hot as you struggled to continue sucking him off. Luckily for you, coming on his face was enough to send Sanemi over the edge as well, groaning loudly as he spilled into your mouth. You swallowed what you could, the rest dribbling down your chin as you rolled off of him and to the mattress below. 

You were gasping for breath, staring at the ceiling as you blinked stars from your vision. You didn’t get a chance to say anything before Sanemi was sitting up and maneuvering himself to hover over you. “I’m not done with you yet.” He looked unbearably good with his hair a mess, lips swollen and shining, his pupils dilated. You reached for his face, pulling him down to crash your lips together in a sloppy kiss. His hands roamed your body, one of them moving to slip between your thighs and finger your already sensitive cunt. “F-fuck…” you pulled away, only given a second to breath before his lips were on you again. The kiss tasted of arousal, your own mixing with his, it was almost intoxicating. Paired with the way Sanemi’s fingers curled inside of you, the remnants of your first orgasm prickled in your gut. You whined into the kiss, nails dragging along his shoulders as soft squelches filled the room. “You’re so fucking beautful.” Sanemi is heaving as he parts from you, he looks completely fucked out as he looks down to watch his fingers disappear and reapper from your greedy cunt. “You can take it, right? You still got some energy, yeah?” his cock was still achingly hard. 

“Y-yeah…fuck…please just… don’t make me wait any longer, Sanemi…” He kissed you again, this time it was full of passion as he moved to crawl over you rather than lay beside you. He pulled away, looking down at you with parted lips before realizing something. “Wait, fuck we need a condom.” As he began to get off of you, your hand shot forward to stop him.”n-no we don’t… we don’t need it.” Your hands shook as you held onto his bicep, your eyes pleading with him. “We don’t need it?” He questioned, a bit shocked at what you were saying. “No…I’m clean.” You seemed to be ignoring the fact that he could easily get you pregnant. “So am I… I’ve only ever used condoms and…” he didn’t even get to fuck the girl from the night before so there was really no risk of fucking you raw. Maybe it was the lust fogging his mind and ruining his judgment, or maybe it was the sheer thrill of getting to feel you for the first time completely bare, but he agreed, choosing to forgo the condom and crawl back over you. “Are you sure?” his tone was hushed, one hand bracing himself while the other moved down to grab himself. You nodded, moving your legs to wrap around his waist so he could position himself. “Positive…just come on… Sanemi I need you, so bad.” He was a goner the moment you said that, any hesitation fleeing his body as you begged him. “Okay…okay…” he hushed you, leaning down to kiss you.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as you felt the dull head of his cock drag up and down your folds. You fumbled around a bit each time the metal ball of his piercing grazed your tongue, your hips jerking upwards to try and move him along. He was still teasing you, despite his own desperation to be inside of you. You pulled away, eyes closing as Sanemi’s tongue ran along your jaw. “Sa..Sanemi please…” you moaned at the pressure of his cock head pressing to your entrance. “Okay… okay… so impatient baby just relax…” You shivered at the nickname, something so simple made your body feel like it had been jolted with electricity. After another minute of your breathy whines, Sanemi gave in, steadying himself as he pressed his hips further into you. You both let out shaky gasps as his head pushed in, your walls immediately suctioning to the intrusion yet welcoming him at the same time. You watched Sanemi’s head look down, his hair tickling your face as he watched himself disappear inside of you inch by inch. “S-sanemi…” you choked out again, his head moving to look up at you with blown out pupils. “Yeah?” hoarse and desperate, he didn’t think he’d ever get enough of you looking at him like that. “Faster, please…” he hadn’t even bottomed out yet, a smile tugged at his lips. “God you’re so desperate, you want me so bad that it’s still not enough even when you have me.” You nodded, hands clinging to shoulders as you looked up at him. “I can’t argue with that…'' you whined as his hips met yours, his cock fully sheathed inside of your cunt. You clenched involuntarily, watching the smug smirk on his face disappear as a low moan slipped past his lips. You both stayed still, trying to adjust to the feeling of him inside of you. “You're j-just as bad.” you choked out, hips growing restless as you waited for him to gain his composure and move. The hand Sanemi had used to guide himself in was now moving to grab the back of your leg. You watched him curiously, letting him move your body into whatever position he pleased. A whine slipped past your lips as he shifted his weight into his knees, the movement pulling him out a bit before quickly pushing back. He was silent, forehead creased in concentration as he got both of your legs up over his shoulders. Sanemi inhaled deeply “This okay?” You nodded quickly, your body aching for some sort of relief as he purposely kept himself buried in you. “Y-yeah but you’re driving me insane… Sanemi please move…” Tears pricked your eyes, moaning loudly as his hips drew back half way before slamming back in. 

Sanemi’s eyes squeezed shut, groaning as his cock dragged along your walls. It took a few thrusts but Sanemi found his rhythm, your moans encouraging him, pairing well with the sound of your skin slapping together each time he buried himself balls deep. Your entire body jiggled with the force of his thrusts, your head tilting back as he fucked you in earnest, babbling sweet praises to you each time his hips drew back. You couldn’t catch your breath, each thrust dragged across a particular spot, one that had you seeing stars. Your vision blurry as tears leaked down your cheeks, the pressure in your gut building but not enough to make you cum. Your hand shakily tried to move down, aiming to rub your clit and bring you to your climax but Sanemi stopped you. “N-not until I say so…” he huffed out, sweat dripping down his temple as he pressed your legs further against your chest with his body. “I’ll tell you w-when…” he groaned, your walls clamping down around him as you sobbed. He would be concerned if it weren’t for the guttural moans falling out of you with each drag of his cock, you were nearly fucked stupid at this point and he was enjoying every second of it. “You-You’re so fucking hot…” he grounded out, the throb in his dick only increased with each thrust, he needed to make sure he pulled out but the way your pussy clung to him was almost too much to fight against. 

You responded with incoherent babbling, profanities and his name were the only intelligible words he could make out every so often. Sanemi switched his pace, rolling into you slowly until you were gasping for air, “S-Sanemi!” your hands gripped his shoulders, looking up at him with wide and desperate eyes. “Hmm?” he smirked down at you, each roll of his hips had him bumping your clit. “F-fuck…” he adored teasing you, the way your nails raked his skin as he tried to calm himself down. It was the only reason he changed his pace, he didn’t want this to end just yet, edging himself and you until he was absolutely desperate. “Yeah? Tell me how good I am, tell me how good I am at fucking you.” You choked, throat feeling dry as your restless hips tried to speed up his movements. “I don’t think so, pretty girl.” Sanemi drew out of you all together, ignoring your pleading as he moved to place both of your legs on one shoulder. He hugged them together with one arm, effectively immobilizing your restless body. “I’m not giving you what you want until you tell me…” He cooed softly, hand reaching down to wipe the tears leaking down your cheeks. You caught your breath, your cunt throbbing from the lack of contact when you had been so close to coming again. 

“You’re so mean…” You hiccuped, acting as if he hadn’t given you everything you had wanted thus far. “Mean? Me?” he cooed softly, leaning over you a bit. “I’m sorry baby, but I’m not doing anything until you tell me how good I’m doing.” he repeated, tongue sticking out a bit as he smiled, biting down softly so you could see the underside of the tongue piercing. “Y-You’re doing good…” you whined, hands fidgeting as you couldn’t figure out where to place them. “Mmm? You can do better than that, tell me in detail.” The tip of his cock dragged along your folds, further driving you towards insanity at his sudden need to edge you. You squirmed, mouth feeling dry as you tried to conjure up a response that would please him. Your brain felt like mush though, face flooding with heat as you began to speak. Y-you’re fucking me so good, b-best I’ve ever had…” Sanemi smirked, his fingers thrumming along your calf. “Keep going, I know you have more to say.” His free hand was still dragging his cock through your folds, coating himself in your slick heat. “Sanemi… come on…” you whined, chest rising and falling rapidly each time he passed over your clit. You were sensitive enough that you were convinced you could cum just from that. 

“Ah Ah, Sanemi nothing. Tell me how good my cock feels, my tongue, my fingers. I know you have a lot to say, you’re just being stubborn.” His eyes scanned over your face, the urge to kiss you was clawing at the back of his mind but the position didn’t allow him any room for that kind of movement. “Fuck! Y-you’re gonna make me cum if you…” Sanemi’s ears perked up, a smirk tugging at his lips as he continued to drag himself along your pussy. “Yeah? You’re gonna cum again just from this? All the more reason to tell me, baby.” You felt like you couldn’t breath, your orgasm building and tingling in your gut as you struggled to form coherent thoughts. “...ood…good… so fucking good your tongue is amazing. A-and your cock is-is better than I ever imagined it would be… so much better…” That caught his attention, swallowing thickly as he asked you to clarify. “Than you ever imagined? So… you’ve imagined me fucking you before?” He seemed to turn breathless, mouth hanging open just a bit as he watched your face contort. You were going to cum just from this, it was driving him wild. “Y-yes! Fuck I imagined you fucking me stupid all the t-time…” your hands fisted the sheets below you, pulling them taught as your walls clenched around nothing at all. “More…tell me more…” he needed to hear it. 

“O-oh fuck…” you were nearly there. “Those mornings… fuck those mornings where i’d find you in the kitchen sh-shirtless… you fucking tease…” Your head fell back, gasping for air before you continued. “A-all I could think about was y-you bending me over the fucking counter and fucking me stupid…” Your orgasm was within reach, each sinful drag of his cock over your pulsating clit had you seeing stars. Your words seemed to do something to him, a loud moan ripping from your throat as he plunged back inside of you. Your orgasm rippled through you, walls twitching around him as you pathetically gripped him like a vice. It fizzled out far too soon, the lack of contact with your clit ending it almost prematurely. That didn’t stop the pleasure coursing through your body as Sanemi started right out of the gate with a brutal pace. “S_san-emi…” You wailed, nearly ripping his sheets as you tried to find some sort of stable grounding. “P-perfect… you’re so fucking perfect… with such a filthy fucking mind… Do you know how many times I got off thinking about you? Your beloved roommate is a perv…” he huffed out a laugh, looking at you with lidded eyes. “But it looks like my beloved roommate is just… as bad…” he groaned. 

You wailed, eyes squeezing shut as his hips continued to ram his cock into you. His words did nothing but encourage your pleasure, the mild overstimulation had melted into pleasure. You could barely think straight but that didn’t stop you from feeling the persistent twitch of his cock, he was going to cum soon. You clenched around him, trying to tease him back and push him towards the edge, sweat dripped down his temple as he looked at you. “Naughty girl… you want me…my cum hmm?” his voice was hoarse, the strength in his teasing was dying out as his own release built. You nodded shamelessly, “p-please Sanemi…Nemi please…” The quiet nickname nearly did him in, hips stuttering for a moment before he found his pace again. “You want my cum? You want me to fill you up? Stuff you full…” the desire to spill inside of you was all too tempting, regardless of the potential consequences for doing so. He wouldn’t let himself get caught up in that daydream just yet, not when you were so pliant, not when you were so easily letting him have you however he pleased. His grip on your legs tightened, keeping you positioned with them both over one of his shoulders. This angle allowed him to watch the way your thigh and ass jiggled with the impact of each thrust. 

“Y-yes…yes…fuck… please.” you babbled out, drool nearly slipping past the corner of your lip. Sanemi knew he was done for, the way you were looking at him was enough to make him melt. He’d never be able to deny you of anything you wanted, especially when you were looking at him like that. Caught up in his own emotions, his hips stuttered into a halt as his orgasm ripped through him. He moaned, completely unrestrained as his head fell forward with his eyes squeezed shut. His release spurted into you, making you whine as he pathetically thrusted into you with a shaky roll of his hips. The room fell silent, nothing but his panting mixed with your own, filling the quiet space. It took a few moments before either of you were ready to speak, your body feeling a bit sore. “Fuck…” Sanemi huffed out a breathless laugh, pulling out of you slowly. He watched for a moment as his cum leaked out of your abused entrance. He had to force himself to look away, setting your legs down gently. “Fuck.” you repeated him, a lazy grin on your face as you stretched, grimacing just a bit as you felt his release smear on your thighs. 

Sanemi fell backwards, sprawling out on his mattress with one of his pillows beneath his head. You sat up, eyes shamelessly roaming over him and the content smile on his face. You thought about it for a moment before crawling over him. Sanemi watched you with an amused stare, your weight settling on him perfectly. Your thighs rested on either side of his hips, knees making the mattress dip as you laid forward and squished your chest to his. Your hands came up to hold his jaw, lazily kissing along his sweaty skin. Sanemi let you do as you pleased, hands coming down to hold your waist as you showered him in affection. “I meant every word I…tried to say.” you laughed softly, kissing his neck one last time before looking at him. “Mmm, I’m glad… I meant every word I said too, you know.” one hand left your waist to push your hair out of the way, the hair he had messed up while fucking you. It gave him satisfaction for some reason. You smiled, hands trialing from his face to his chest as you carefully pushed yourself into a sitting position. “Do you trust me, Sanemi?” That question had him looking at you with hesitation. 

“Well, let’s see. You convinced me to fuck you with no condom, and you convinced me to creampie you…” he laughed as you playfully hit his chest. “I also live with you, I don’t lock my door at night…so I think…” he trailed off, fingers dancing along the skin on your thighs as he held you. “... I think it’s safe to say I do, in fact, trust you.” You laughed, rolling your eyes a bit “You’re such a drama queen.” Sanemi smiled up at you, the moonlight hitting you perfectly. Your smile seemed to shine, making his heart flutter. “Maybe I am, but I gave you my answer. It’s only right if you tell me why you asked.” Your fingers traced shapes on his chest as you looked at him through your lashes. “Well… I’m in the mood for more.”  You started tentatively, gauging his reaction as you spoke. You nearly shivered at the way his eyes changed, quickly adapting a more sultry look. “That so? You’re still hungry for more?” his heart could explode on the spot, his dick immediately twitching to life again. “Yeah, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to get enough of you.” That statement alone had Sanemi’s cheeks turning a shade of red. “I can easily say the same.” You laugh softly, feeling him twitch against the swell of your ass. 

Your fingers continued to trace shapes along his chest, trailing down to his stomach and back up again. You counted the scars as you went, toned muscle flexing as you seemed to hit a ticklish spot. You kept him waiting, his hands holding your hips tightly as he waited for you to do something. “This is going to be my payback, isn’t it.” He laughed softly as you smiled, looking up at him with a mischievous look in your eyes. “Of course it is… you’ll comply, right?” of course he would, you could ask him to run naked through the street right now and he’d likely do it just to see you smile. “Kiss me.” it came out as a whisper, the look in his eyes pleading you to do it. You melted, leaning forward to kiss him slowly. It was different from any kiss you had shared that night, it was soft and sensual, as if you would devour the other whole. You began to laugh as the ball of his tongue ring clinked against your tooth. Sanemi erupted into a fit of giggles, the sound vibrating his chest. “That’s the first time that's ever happened.” You smiled, placing a chaste kiss on his lips before speaking. “Oh? Glad I could be your first something.” Sanemi’s head tilted against the pillow, “You’ve been a couple of firsts for me already.” he teased with a gentle grin. 

That piqued your interest, pushing up gently until you were sitting again. His cock was still standing proudly, twitching slightly against your ass. “Please indulge me.” Sanemi laughed, hands sliding up and down your thighs slowly. “You’re the first person to make me dance at a club, the first person to give me road head, the first girl I ever fucked raw and came in…” he laughed as you slapped his chest again “You asked!” he squeezed your thighs a bit, eyes lighting up as you laughed with him. You leaned forward again, kissing him deeply for the umpteenth time. This time it was a little different, one of your hands planted firmly to Sanemi’s chest as you used the other to reach behind and grab him. He gasped into the kiss, allowing you to swallow it whole as you positioned him right at your entrance. You settled back slowly, engulfing him in wet heat. You felt different to him this time, your arousal mixed with his cum making you feel even wetter than before. His nails raked your thighs as you sat down fully, chest heaving as you adjusted to him being inside of you again. You both stared at each other in silence, your hips rolling slowly. You indulge yourself for a minute, squirming as your clit dragged along his pubic bone with each slow roll of your hips. Sanemi watched you, completely entranced by your body.

“This time around…” you stopped rolling your hips, hands splaying across his abdomen as you gauged how much you could move. “...you’re going to tell me how good I’m fucking you.” with your knees digging into the mattress, you could lift your hips about half way before dropping them down again. You were satisfied with that for the time being, smiling sweetly at Sanemi as you tried to find your rhythm. He watched you closely, mouth parted slightly as you began to properly bounce on him. You couldn’t help but feel warm as his eyes shamelessly drank in the sight of your body, eyes glued to the way your breasts bounced with each drop, the way his cock disappeared and reappeared between your thighs. He wasn’t used to being at someone’s mercy, but he rather enjoyed watching you have your fun. You continued to bounce, leaning forward a bit to dip your head down and lick up his stomach. A strangled noise slipped past Sanemi’s lips as your tongue ran up his abs and towards his chest. Nobody had ever done that to him before, the look alone was enough to make his head spin. You didn’t stop there, licking your way to his chest and gliding your tongue over one nipple. All the while, your hips were still moving up and down his length. You trailed your tongue over his nipple again, enjoying the way his grip on you tightened, a shaky breath escaping him. You wanted to hear more.

You looked up at him, your lashes making your view a little blurry. But it was still enough for you to enjoy the steadily growing flush on Sanemi’s face, the way it crept up to his ears and down to his chest, not quite reaching where your tongue was circling. You could feel his heart pounding under your hand, lips suctioning to his nipple and sucking gently. Another strangled noise escaped him, a mix between a moan and a whine, it only made him flush further. Still, you ached to hear more. Your hips had grown a bit restless, your mind focused on his chest more than the drive of your hips. You tried to recenter, hips moving rhythmically again as you bit down on his nipple. Sanemi cried out, eyes squeezing shut as pleasure mixed with embarrassment. You were going to drive him crazy, the feeling of your lips suctioned to his chest had his heart nearly vibrating with the intensity it was beating. You pulled your lips away, suppressing a moan as you settled fully on him again. “So…” your fingers trialed over his nipple, slick with your saliva, you felt the urge to bite him harder. “So…” Sanemi choked out, a bit dazed by your actions. “How am I doing so far?” At this point you were cockwarming him instead of riding him, just enough to edge him but not enough for him to come. 

“Really good…you’re doing really good…” he swallowed, hips becoming a bit restless as they jerked a little beneath you. Grinning, you leaned down again, teeth sinking into the flesh of his pectoral as your hips lifted nearly all the way before slamming down on him. Sanemi moaned again, the sensations turning his brain back into mush as you lapped at the teeth marks you left around his nipple. You repeated this process with the nipple you had neglected thus far, moaning softly as you rolled your hips. You were going to drive him insane, your version of teasing was far crueler than his. Yet he loved every minute of it, completely lost in the way you were edging him. When you were satisfied with your markings, you shifted your full attention back to riding him, pulling off all together despite his complaints as you repositioned yourself. “It’ll be worth it…” you crooned, ignoring the strain in your thighs as you planted your feet firmly on either side of his hips. The best part, Sanemi was completely pliant, letting you do as you pleased with a flushed face and lazy grin. But you could tell, he was waiting for you to go too far, tease him for too long, then he’d take over. You really wanted to see what his limits were, albeit you figured you would have plenty of time after tonight to figure that out. But, you had waited too long to not try and indulge in everything now. 

You sunk back down on him, watching Sanemi’s head fall back as you took half of him. Once again, you began to bounce until you found a good rhythm. Even though your thighs burned a bit with the effort, your new position allowed you much more control over your movements. “Fucking…shit…oh fuck~” You whined just as loud as Sanemi’s words, your whole body feeling warm as you rode him with more fervor. The slick sounds emitting from your needy cunt had you whining, eyes wanting to squeeze shut but unable to. You didn’t want to miss a single second of the way Sanemi’s face contorted in pleasure. He was way more sensitive, a third orgasm in such a short time frame may be pushing him beyond his limits but god dammit you were too perfect to stop. His eyes seemed to gloss over, hands pathetically grasping at your legs as his hips bucked up unceremoniously to meet yours. “T-tell me…” You gasped out, hands falling behind you to brace yourself on his knees. “Good! Fuck you’re so per-ah-perfect.” He was turning scarlet, embarrassed by the noises you were getting out of him. “G-good…such a good boy…” you crooned, body aching with effort as you continued to fuck your self on him. Sanemi’s mind seemed to blank the moment you uttered good boy. 

Any ounce of self restraint he had flew straight out the window. Sanemi’s hips jutted upwards, earning a yelp in response as you tried to regain your balance. It didn’t work though, you went from leaning backwards to falling against his chest within seconds. “S-sanemi…” you choked out as his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you in place as his feet found stable ground in the mattress below him. This new position left you completely at his mercy, his hips pistoning into you with new vigor. The noises you made nearly sounded animalistic, your skin recoiling with each upwards thrust of his hips. “Y-you…this was supposed to be…” you nearly wailed, your orgasm coming out of nowhere as you sprayed warm liquid all over his dick. It dripped slowly to the mattress below, effectively ruining his bedding. Not that Sanemi cared though, if anything it made him work harder. “Yeah… your turn… I’ll g-give you another chance some other time.” His jaw was clenched, your body was nearly limp against his as he continued to rut into you. It didn’t take that much longer, Sanemi thrusts grew erratic as he reached his third and final peak. He came inside again, no longer caring about the consequences when his bones felt like jelly. 

He fully relaxed a moment later, breathing heavy and unable to move. You couldn’t even find the strength to lift your head, listening intently to Sanemi’s heartbeat slowly return to normal. You stayed in that position for a while, shivering as his softened cock slipped out of you, the steady leak of his cum following it. “So…” Sanemi spoke softly, eyes feeling heavy. He couldn’t recall the last time he had felt this content. “So…” you repeated, carefully lifting your head. You had moved to get off of him, despite his protests. You settled next to him, your front pressed snuggly to his side, his arm wrapping around your shoulder to hold you close. “We need to clean up.” he muttered softly, not only did the two of you need to clean yourselves, you needed to change his bedding. “Yeah, we do, but I can’t really feel my legs right now.” You laughed, hand resting on his chest to trace the scars that were there. Sanemi snorted, his hand playing with your hair while his arm still rested on your shoulders. “We can worry about it in a little bit.” he teased softly, heart feeling as light as air with you next to him. “Did this… make-up for your shitty experience last night?” You chewed on your lower lip, now was a better time than any to reveal your secret. 

“Ugh don’t remind me.” he cringed a bit, thinking back on the entire thing. “Well… I do have something to confess…” you started lightly, only a little worried about how he’d react. Though, it seemed Sanemi was already a step ahead of you. “You were awake, weren’t you?” he didn’t sound mad, rather he sounded curious. “I was.” you sounded a bit sheepish, continuing carefully. “I heard the whole ordeal and… well… I heard you moan my name.” You squeezed your eyes shut, even though you didn’t think he would react poorly, you were still bracing yourself for anger. “You did, huh?” Sanemi is chuckling, his hand still playing with your hair. “Is that why you had the courage to make a move?” It seems he knew you better than you thought. “Yeah, actually. It was the only reason I felt confident enough going for you… I was so scared of ruining this.” Your confession had his cheeks turning pink, a gentle smile creeping up his features. “I guess I can’t be too mad, especially since it led you right into my arms…finally.” he added softly, he wasn’t used to all this mushy stuff but with you he couldn’t seem to help it. “So, you feel the same then?” you were positive you had feelings for him, but you worried it was too soon to go on and confess you loved him. Even though it was the honest truth. 

“If that feeling is love… then yes. It’s going to sound incredibly cliche, but I’ve been in love with you since the moment I laid eyes on you. Those feelings only intensified the more I got to know you.” You looked up at him, finding a bit more strength in your limbs as you moved to kiss his cheek. “I…I love you too. It’s super cliche but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, you’ve been a thought on my mind since we met up for the first time to see if we’d be a good fit to live together.” you confessed with a grin, eyes sparkling in the moonlight that filled his room. “So we've been dancing around each other since the end of August for no reason.” Sanemi laughed in disbelief, you joined him. “I guess so.” You laughed as well, thighs shifting and making you cringe a bit. “We really need to clean up…” you could feel the sticky remnants beginning to dry. “We do.” He sounded a bit sad as he let you go, allowing you to get up and off the bed. He followed you, holding back a laugh when he realized how fucked up his comforter got. “Go take a shower, I’ll take care of this.” You pouted a bit, face warm when you looked at the damage. “Will you join me after?” You truly had no energy for anything else, but the idea of showering alone just felt so lonely. Sanemi laughed, pulling you close to place a kiss on top of your head. “Yeah, I’ll join you.” he let you go a moment later, watching as you walked out of the door and headed for the bathroom. 

Now that he was alone, he couldn’t help the grin that stretched across his face. He was so happy he could start skipping, he had never been so happy to strip his bed. The comforter would need to be washed, so would his sheets, but luckily his mattress was unharmed. That being said, he wasn’t in any mood to go to the basement and do a load of laundry. “Her bed it is.” he muttered to himself, thankful that your bed was still clean and untouched. Laundry could wait for the morning, for now, you were waiting for him in the shower. You had only been standing under the warm water for a few minutes before Sanemi joined you. Neither of you had the energy to do anything other than bathe, though it was far more intimate than anything you had done that night. He was gentle with you, taking all the time he could to bathe your body. He even washed your hair for you, scrubbing your scalp with care. You returned the favor, enjoying every minute of washing his body, enjoying the way his muscles flexed. “You’re ticklish, aren't you.” he couldn’t deny it if he wanted to. You two stayed in the shower until the water began to turn cold. You stood in front of the mirror, towel wrapped around you as you began brushing your teeth, it was close to one in the morning at this point. Sanemi fell into rhythm beside you, brushing his teeth and while watching you in the mirror. You winked at him, putting your toothbrush away and laughing as he blushed. 

Sanemi had told you the plan before getting out of the shower, so you entered your room to find something to put on. Sanemi joined you again a few minutes later, dressed in nothing but a pair of boxers. “I promise this is how I typically sleep.” He laughed when you eyed in with your eyebrow cocked. You had put on an oversized tshirt and panties, no bra or anything else. You settled into bed together, curling up beside Sanemi immediately. “There is one other thing we haven’t discussed.” You started softly, head resting on his chest as you closed your eyes. “Yeah? What is it?” His hand had returned to your hair, playing with slightly damp locks. “What are we? Now, I mean.” You were giving him the option, allowing him to choose whatever he felt most comfortable with. “Well, if you’d let me… I’d love for you to be my girlfriend.” You were thankful the room was dark and that your face was on his chest so he couldn’t see the way you smiled. “I would love nothing more than to call you my boyfriend.” You tried to sound calm but the giddiness in your tone gave it away. “Consider it done then, pretty girl.” You laughed now, arm slinging over his waist to hold him close. “Good night, lover boy.” Sanemi’s laughter rumbled in his chest, quietly he uttered “Good night, pretty”

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A month and a half later, your shared apartment looked a bit different. You had sold your bed frame and mattress after a few weeks of sleeping only in Sanemi’s bed. You figured the items were just taking up space and there was probably some college student itching to get their hands on a good deal. Plus… who doesn’t like a little bit of pocket money. So you listed them as a set and it’s no shock that they sold within a day. Sanemi had been lovingly pestering you to turn the space into a gym/office. “There is no way we’re getting gym equipment all the way up here! There is a damn community gym on the ground floor.” Sanemi had only pouted, saying he didn’t want all the fancy stuff. Just some weights and maybe a pull up bar so he could work out while you studied. “You just want new ways to seduce me.” His laugh told you that you weren’t too far off with your statement. In the end, you gave in. Since you’d be living here the whole year, even during break, it was only right to make the place your own. 

This time, as a couple opposed to roommates. 

You ended up finishing your room makeover just in time for finals. The t wo of you spent the week leading up to your exams in that room, stud ying… for the most part. Regardless, the most dreaded time of year came and went and you both ended your semester with passed exams and passed classes. Now, you can enjoy your winter break in peace. “Are you sure they won’t be upset?” Your cheeks puffed out as you pulled the zipper closed on your suitcase. “Of course not, Ma will love having another mouth to feed. It’s her biggest form of love really. Plus my siblings have been dying to meet you.” Your heart fluttered a bit, you’d only talked to and seen Sanemi’s family through his own texts and pictures. You had gotten to know Genya a bit over the few times Sanemi facetimed him. As for the other siblings, you were still trying to get their names and faces down pat. You often found yourself silently repeating “Genya, Sumi, Hiroshi, Tekio, Koto, and Shuya.” his mother’s name was Shizu, which you had already committed to memory. 

“I really don’t want to be any trouble.” You added softly, still a bit worried about going to meet his family. Sanemi stopped looking through his things, looking up at you with a sad smile. “You won’t be any trouble at all, I mean it. My Ma even yelled at me over the phone! She said if I didn’t bring you home with me then she’ll never let me hear the end of it. She’s even more excited to meet you than my siblings are.” He crossed the room, wrapping you in a tight hug. “It seems like a lot of pressure…” he added softly, pressing his cheek to the top of your head. “But you have nothing to worry about, they’ll love you, just as much as I do.” You laughed a bit, mumbling out an “I love you too” against his chest. When you pulled away, he was a bit surprised to see tears in your eyes. “Hey…” he whispered softly, smiling as he used his thumb to wipe them away. “I promise you, they’ll love you.” His constant affirmations made your heart pound. “I trust you.” He kissed your forehead, letting you go just a bit reluctantly. “Do you have everything you need?” Luckily his family lived kinda close. It would only take three hours by train to get there. His mother would be waiting to pick the two of you up from the station.

“I do, do you?” you raised an eyebrow as he closed up the fairly empty suitcase. “Yeah, it’s my home we're going too.” he chuckled as he placed it on the floor “most of my stuff is still there.” You did the same, pulling up the handle so you could wheel it. “I guess that's true…” you were excited to see his family home, it would give you even more insight on the man you loved. You would be staying with them for two weeks and then returning. By then the holidays would be over and you’d get to start preparing for the spring semester. Then, you’d figure out if you’d renew the lease or look for somewhere else to stay. It seemed rather daunting but it was still months away, nothing to worry about now other than making a good impression. Sanemi lets you go ahead of him, flicking off the lights to your shared room before following you to the door. Your backpack was slung over one shoulder, your keys in the hand that was wheeling your suitcase behind you. “We’re still catching a taxi right?” Neither of you wanted to pay to keep your car at the train station for the next two weeks. “Yeah, I’ll pay for it.” He smiled when you scrunch your nose, you hated that he insisted on paying for everything himself.

Hell, he had even tried to pay the rent in full himself. By try, you mean he did. You nearly killed him when you found out he went ahead and paid for the next month in full. Regarding gifts, you had both decided to exchange them when you returned, it would just be easier than lugging them to and from. So, after Sanemi did one last check to make sure all lights were off, everything was unplugged and the stove wouldn’t mysteriously ignite on its own, you were stepping into the hall and locking the door. You still had roughly five hours before encountering the rest of the Shinazugawa family, but that didn’t ease the butterflies in your stomach as you pressed the button for the ground floor. “You already look as if you’ll faint.” Sanemi laughed, nudging you with his shoulder and watching you quickly catch your balance. You huffed out a laugh, rolling your eyes as you gripped the handle of your suitcase tightly. “You’d feel the same if we were going to meet my family. You’re just lucky they are a flight away.” Sanemi couldn’t deny it, the very thought made his stomach turn as the elevator doors opened. “Touché”. 

The next thing you knew, you were boarding the train. “I texted my Ma and told her we’re on our way.” He seemed giddy, the grin on his face was that of an excited little kid. You couldn’t help but smile as well, his excitement was contagious. “That's good!” you took the window seat, hand immediately reaching for Sanemi’s once he put your backpack in the overhead storage. Catching the train now meant you’d get to Sanemi’s hometown around ten in the morning. Then you could crash in his room after the breakfast Sanemi had assured you his mother would make. “She won’t be satisfied until we’ve gained a few pounds.” The thought warmed your heart, you just prayed you made a good impression on such a wonderful lady. There was one thing you weren’t aware of though, and it was the fact that Shizu practically knew you already. Simply because of how often Sanemi texted her gushing about you. Within three days of you two settling into your new relationship, he had excitedly texted her that he had a girlfriend. Shizu wasn’t all that shocked when he told her it was his roommate, she could tell from the first time he ever spoke about you that he liked you. His mother could read him better than anyone. 

This time, it was different than any of the girls he had ever brought home. Most of them only lasted a few weeks before breaking things off and moving on. When Shizu asked him why, he would say things just weren’t clicking. But with you? It was something else entirely. She still thinks back on the phone call she received from Sanemi, shortly after meeting with you about the roommate request. “I finally found a good place with good rent, just out of my budget but this girl was looking for a roommate. I met with her a little while ago and she’s super nice. She said she would gladly let me take the room because we clicked right away. Her name is y/n, Ma she's so pretty and kind. I mean I don’t want to get ahead of myself but wow…” Shizu had been smiling the whole time he spoke, congratulating him softly as he continued to go on about you. It wasn’t until the two of you made things official that Sanemi actually sent her a picture of the two of you. He had been dying too for months now but he didn’t want to cross your boundaries or make things weird. Shizu had to admit, you were prettier than she could have ever imagined. She had painted such a pretty picture of you in her head based on the way Sanemi spoke about you. But the picture he had sent had actually made her gasp.

It was candid, you must have been laughing at something he said but your eyes seemed to sparkle as you looked at him. Sanemi had already accumulated an entire album of candid shots of you, but you didn’t know that. “Earth to Sanemi?” you waved your hand in front of his face, laughing softly as he blinked back into reality. “Huh?” the train had already begun to move, the world flying past the window at rapid speeds. “You can lean on my shoulder if you’re that sleepy.” You laughed again, thumb brushing along his scarred knuckles. “No, no I’m fine. I was just thinking.” He confessed softly, cheeks turning a shade of pink as he looked at you. You noticed that look in his eyes, when his pupils seem to swallow the pale purple of his irises. “You’re daydreaming about me, huh?” you had a cheeky grin on your face as he groaned, he still couldn’t understand how you always caught him. “I was right, wasn't I?” you laughed softly, playing with his fingers as he nodded lamely. “You’re always on my mind, what can I say?” 

You look away, making a fake gagging noise, Sanemi’s laughter reaching your ears as you turn to look at him again. “You’re such a sap.” You laughed, settling your head against his shoulder. “It’s all your fault.” He muttered softly, embarrassed just a bit by how soft you turned him. When it came to you, he could melt into a pile of mush over something as simple as you laughing at what he said. “I guess you’re right, I can’t help the fact that I’m so loveable.” You yawn, eyes scanning the surroundings that fly past. You could feel Sanemi’s shoulder shake as he laughed, a smile tugging on your face. Silence fell over the two of you as the train barreled towards your destination, it took him a minute to realize you had fallen asleep. “I guess you were running off of nerves.” He laughs softly, opening his phone camera to snap a photo of your cheek squished into his shoulder. He saved it to his album, smiling as he scrolled through the photos before quickly closing it and putting in one ear bud. “Looks like I’ll have a lot of time to myself.” He had a funny feeling you wouldn’t be waking up any time soon. 

His assumption was correct, he was gently shaking you awake as the train approached the station. “We’re here.” He smiled down at you, at some point he had managed to shift your head from his shoulder down to his lap. You blinked awake, eyes scanning your surroundings as you tried to recall what was even going on. “You can sleep more once we get to my home, but for now, we’re about to stop.” Sanemi’s voice is soft, watching as realization dawns on your features and you go from lying down to sitting straight up in the blink of an eye. “W-we’re here?” You practically squeaked, the nervous butterflies turning into a frenzy as you realized within the next ten minutes you’d be meeting Sanemi’s mother. “Oh my god! Why did you let me fall asleep! I had no time to mentally prepare!” Your hands came up to hide your face, trying to collect yourself as you inhaled deeply. Sanemi just watched you with a smile, finding your nerves to be amusing. “You’re going to be perfectly fine, I swear.” The train finally stopped all together, jerking you slightly as the conductor came over the intercom to announce the stop and the doors opened at the end of each train car. “C’mon, just rip the bandaid.” 

“Easier said than done…” You stood up, immediately feeling weighed down by dread as Sanemi pulled your backpack from the overhead storage and gave it to you. “You’ll be fine, you’ll be laughing at yourself in less than fifteen minutes when you realize how much you overreacted.” You wanted to believe he was right, but naturally your nerves wouldn't settle until you had met his family and settled in for the two week stay. You reached for his hand, squeezing it tightly as he led you off the train with the rest of the passengers getting off at this stop. “Wait here and I’ll grab the suitcases.” You nodded, hand gripping the strap of your backpack as you tried to replicate the grounded comfort Sanemi’s hand offered you. Within two minutes he was strolling back to you, both suitcases wheeling behind him.”Here we are.” He gave the handle of yours to you, sighing softly as your hand reached for it shakily. “I’m gonna call my Ma real quick to let her know we’re here. I’m sure she is too but I don’t know where she could have parked.” You nodded, unable to formulate words as the dreaded anticipation built. It was no shock when you heard her pick up after one ring, her voice reaching your ears even over the bustling station. 

Sanemi clicked his phone off a moment later. “She’s waiting out front.” He smiled at you, shoving his phone in his pocket so he could hold your hand. “I’m not even going to ask if you’re ready cause I know you’ll say no.” He teased you softly, pulling you along as you followed behind him just a step. Your eyes scanned the station around you, noting how many people seemed to be swamped with holiday gifts they were bringing to family. The holidays were a dreaded time to travel, you typically tried to avoid it, but you could make an exception for this. Especially when you had a boyfriend like Sanemi with you. The cold air outside hit you like a freight train, your hand squeezing Sanemi a little tighter as the train station crowd didn’t seem to disperse after exiting the building. Sanemi stopped for a moment, eyes scanning the curb until he spotted a familiar SUV, a car he deemed way too big for his short mom. But with all of his siblings, a car that size was necessary.  “There she is.” He didn’t let go of your hand, rather he let his suitcase go for a moment so he could wave to her. That small detail made your heart flutter a bit, for a reason other than your panicked nerves. 

Your throat seemed to go dry as the car door opened and a small woman jumped out of the car. “Sanemi! Y/N!” she called with a bright smile as the two of you walked towards her. “Ma! How are you?” Sanemi smiled, you let go of his hand so he could hug his mom. “It’s lovely to finally meet you, Miss Shinazugawa.” You used both hands to clutch your suitcase now, waiting for her to let go of her son. “Please, call me Shizu, dear.” She beamed at you, leaving Sanemi to pull you into a tight hug. You jumped a bit but welcomed the embrace, motherly love was always comforting. “Oh, alright.” You smiled softly, your nerves melting just a bit as you hugged her back. “It’s freezing, let's get your stuff in the car and get you two home.” Shizu pulled away, hands coming up to hold your face with a gentle smile. Sanemi took the initiative, taking your things and putting them in the trunk, his mother opened the back door for you to get in before rounding the car and getting back in the driver seat. A moment later Sanemi was joining you in the back. “Away we go.” Shizu smiled, glancing at the two of you in the rear view mirror before pulling away from the curb and out to the street. 

“I must prepare you two now, the kids are ecstatic to see the two of you. So please, y/n-dear, don’t be afraid to say you’re overwhelmed.” She laughed softly, you nodded a bit as Sanemi’s hand found your own. “I’ll try and be your human shield.” He laughed, “I’m sure Genya will be one too, he’s good at picking up on emotions and such, he’s also great at handling the little gremlins.” It was comforting to know that they thought far ahead for you, making it apparent they wouldn’t take any offense if you truly got overwhelmed. “Thank you, I’ll keep that in mind but I’m sure I'll be okay. Thank you for welcoming me so kindly, Shizu.” Her name still felt a bit awkward on your tongue but you felt rude to call her by anything else. “Of course dear, I’m very happy to have you here. It’s not often at all that Sanemi even brings home friends, nevermind such a beautiful girl like you.” Sanemi made a strangled noise of embarrassment as you laughed. “I’m not surprised, he’s never brought any friends back to our apartment.” You teased him, watching as his mouth dropped “Hey! Neither do you.” You shrug “I guess you’re right.” 

Shizu was smiling, glancing back at the two of you in the mirror every so often. “So, what happened that the two of you finally realized your feelings for one another?” A question like that had you and Sanemi growing warm, glancing at each other quickly. “Oh, uhm… well…” Your face was burning by now, memories of that night flashing through your mind. “M-Ma a question like that is a bit much.” Sanemi didn’t sound upset, rather he sounded flustered. That gave away more than needed, making Shizu laugh in response. “Oh, I see.” her tone had your eyes squeezing shut, embarrassment forcing a laugh out of you. “I’m not one to judge, ya know. Regardless of how it happened… though I think I get what’s being implied, clearly your feelings for one another go a lot farther than physical.” Sanemi groaned out another “ma” before Shizu began to laugh. “You’re both adults, Sanemi, I’d be foolish to think you two haven’t gone a lot further.” This time you couldn’t help but look at Sanemi and laugh, his mother’s innocence and honesty was comforting. “Yeah, okay Ma we get it.” Sanemi’s ears were burning red, the smile on your face only making it worse because you clearly found this all to be amusing. 

The rest of the car ride continued with easy going banter, before you knew it Shizu was pulling into the driveway of the Shinazugawa family home. “Feeling better?” Sanemi whispered to you softly as his mom got out of the car to pop the trunk. “Yeah, but I’ll feel even better after we get this over with.” You chuckled nervously, seeing one of his siblings peek through the front window before disappearing again. Sanemi kissed your cheek before getting out of the car, you did the same, helping Shizu with your bags as you moved up the driveway. As expected, your introduction to his six little siblings was nothing short of a whirlwind. Though you couldn’t lie, you enjoyed getting to know them over the dinner the mother made. Genya had been the easiest to talk to due to his age, but before you knew it, the youngest of the Shinazugawa siblings was sleeping soundly with his head on your shoulder as you watched a movie with them all. Sanemi sat beside you on the couch, watching his siblings fondly as they talked to you rather than watch the movie. You answered each question with such patience, your hand open because Koto had fallen asleep holding it. Shizu had  joked that he was trying to steal his big brother’s girlfriend. 

It was just past midnight when Genya took Koto from you, the other siblings had gone up to bed a few minutes prior. “It was really nice meeting you, y/n.” Geyna smiled, cheeks rosy because he still got a bit nervous around girls according to Sanemi. “It was lovely meeting you too, Genya. I’m happy to spend the holidays with you all.” Genya turned bright red, earning a laugh from Sanemi as he bid the two of you goodnight and carried Koto to his room. “Well, it’s been an eventful day, do you wanna go to bed?” Sanemi smiled, his arm slinging over your shoulder now that Koto wasn’t hogging you. “I’m beyond tired, so yeah, sleep sounds amazing.” You laugh, snuggling closer to him. It was honestly the opposite of getting up, instead you both settled further into the couch with the tv droning on in front of you. It didn’t take long before your hands wandered, your legs moving to drape over Sanemi’s as he turned to kiss you. The arm he had slung over your shoulder moved to rest behind your head, holding you in place as he deepened the kiss. You allowed him, of course, feeling mildly inappropriate for doing such a thing on the couch in the living room of his family’s home. 

You pulled away the moment his hand gripped your thigh, chest heaving. “N-not here. What if one of your siblings or your mother walks down here?” Your voice is barely above a whisper, noticing the way the light from the tv still manages to reflect off of the ball of his piercing. “You’re right… but my bedroom wall is shared with another one of my siblings… this is really the only place we can be a bit loud…” he groans, getting off of you just a bit so he can look at you better. “I-I’d rather try and be quiet than get caught in the act.” You would be booking yourself a train ticket home if one of his little siblings saw you two being intimate. “Alright fine, but you better be quiet.” Sanemi smirks at you as he gets up, “oh that’s a bold statement coming from you.” You snorted, getting up and turning the TV off before following him upstairs to his room. You had seen it already since you took some time after dinner to unpack your clothes and put them in Sanemi’s dresser. There was nothing for you to investigate as you stepped inside, shutting and locking the door with a soft click as Sanemi flicked on his bedside lamp. “Genya usually sleeps with a noise machine, so as long as we put some background noise on too…” 

Sanemi was already pulling his shirt over his head as he spoke, watching as you sauntered to the dresser to find something to sleep in… or rather, you were looking for something to put on in the morning. “Background noise? Don’t tell me you’re going to put on music, that makes it all the more obvious.” You laugh softly, pulling your shirt over your head and shamelessly unclipping your bra, no need for extra distractions. “No, not music but…” Suddenly white noise was blasting through a small speaker and you found yourself bursting into a fit of laughter. “How sexy” you choked, dropping your pants and underwear at the same time. “Oh I know. My best work yet.” He was standing, making his way over to you as he pushed his sweats down. Your eyes flickered lower, smirking when you realized he was already hard. “You’re relentless.” you breathe out, his hands clinging to your waist as he presses you to the dresser, kissing you deeply. Sanemi smiles against your lips, stepping out of his pants and boxers that have pooled at his feet. “You know you love it.” Hoarse, just above a whisper despite the blaring white noise filling the room. You don’t bother answering, rather you push him gently so you can drop to your knees below him. 

Your hand gingerly grabs his base, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip as he braces himself on the dresser. “Fuck…” He chokes out, eyes flickering up to the mirror before him, mildly upset he can’t see past his waist. Just your head is visible as you begin to lick along his shaft. “Remember you have to keep quiet.” You shoot him a wink before enveloping the head of his cock, watching his head fall forward as he chokes on his own moans. You let your jaw go slack, taking half of him before pulling away, using the saliva that wet him as a lubricant. You pumped him steadily, running your tongue along his slit, collecting the salty precum that oozed from it. You had gotten to know him well enough over the last month and a half to know exactly what he enjoyed. Naturally that meant it didn’t take all that long before he was grabbing your hair a bit harshly and tugging you off of him, cheeks flushed red as he tried to calm down. “N-not yet.” he sighed, moving towards the bed and motioning for you to follow. “Sit down.” he commanded you gently, watching you crawl onto the bed and lay flat instead. He chuckled a bit before opening his bedside drawer. “I know we said we wouldn’t exchange any gifts until we got home, but I bought something with me…” You sat up now, eyes narrowing as he pulled out a small pouch. 

“What the fuck.” you laughed, catching the small velvet pouch and opening it carefully. Inside was a pill shaped tongue ring, immediately you understood. Your face grew warm, mouth hanging open slightly as you plucked it out. “No you fucking didn’t…” You took it out of the even smaller plastic bag and twisted it until it began to vibrate. “Sanemi oh my fucking–” You instantly turned it off, looking at him utterly flabbergasted. “Oh I fucking did.” He pulled it out of your hand, moving over to the dresser so he could use the mirror and take out his current tongue ring to replace it with the vibrating one. “You’re evil.” you groaned, body reacting tenfold to the idea of what was to come. He could only huff out a laugh as he stuck his tongue out, twisting the vibrating stud into place. “You’ll have to be very quiet.” He smirked, wiping the saliva off of his fingers. “You planned this…” You couldn’t believe it, not even as he crawled onto the mattress and pressed you backward until your head hit the pillows. “Oh of course I did, think of it as a reward for doing so well today, I’m proud of you, you know.” Your brows furrowed. “I appreciate it but this is such a strange time to get sentimental.” You watched his shoulders shake as he laughed, head burying in your neck to kiss it softly. He wouldn’t leave any hickeys in plain sight, at least not while you were staying here. 

“Can’t help it.” He muttered between each kiss he placed, not getting rougher until he hit your chest. Your hands immediately grabbed his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he bit down on your breast. You had come to learn that you enjoyed the pain it brought, along with the satisfaction of his teeth indents remaining for a couple days. He lapped at the skin he bit, kissing it gently as he moved to flick your nipple with his tongue. Part of you was tempted to say foreplay wasn’t needed, sucking him off as well as the revelation of his “present” were enough to have you dripping for him. “You know, we have to be careful because there is really no way to explain why we needed to immediately change your bedding after one night.” One hand moves up to thread itself through his hair while his tongue drags its way over to your other breast. Sanemi only hummed in agreement, debating whether or not he should turn the vibrating piercing on now while he teased you or let your anticipation build until the last second. In the end he decided to wait, you should get to experience it first hand where you wanted it most. 

When he was satisfied with the markings he left on your chest, Sanemi placed another kiss on your lips before moving down to settle himself between your legs. You couldn’t bring yourself to look down in fear of the noises you knew you’d make, so you kept your eyes trained on the ceiling, mentally preparing yourself for what was to come. Sanemi’s tongue lapped at your inner thighs, pleased to see your arousal had already managed to smear across them. “You’re so excited, how cute.” It was so soft you barely heard it, but you still felt the need to find grounding in the sheets below you. You gripped them tightly, bracing yourself for the “final blow” of sorts. He cleaned you gingerly before placing open mouth kisses over your folds, eyes trained on the rise and fall of your chest as his tongue just barely swept across your cunt. He repeated these motions a couple of times, until your thighs spread further in an attempt to give him more. “Okay, pretty girl…” He gave you a slight warning before sticking his tongue out, twisting one end of the pill shaped tongue ring until it began to vibrate. Your breathing hitched at the sound, just audible enough to be heard through the white noise you had going. 

Sanemi found the sensation to be a bit odd, his whole tongue felt like it was vibrating due to the small object. Though, it excited him at the same time, hands moving to hold your legs open as he carefully placed his mouth over your clit. His eyes remained locked on you as he pressed his tongue against your throbbing cunt. Your hand immediately smacked over your mouth as you gasped and moaned at the same time, the vibrations going straight through your body. When he didn’t move his tongue, you began to squirm, hand pressing tightly to your mouth as muffled moans and whimpers clawed their way out of you. Sanemi waited until he felt like you were about to come before pulling his tongue away and eagerly lapping at the rest of your cunt, purposely avoiding your clit until you were getting wetter with each pass of his tongue over your entrance. Your hand never let go of the sheets, nor did your other hand ever leave your mouth. Your thighs trembled at certain points with the effort of trying to close but Sanemi’s grip alone proved to be stronger than your trembling effort. It wasn’t until tears were leaking down your cheeks, your head tossed back as your moans grew louder even behind the muffling of your hand, that Sanemi gave in and paid more attention to your clit. 

“I-I’m gonna… f-fuck.” You repeated the last word over and over, the build up in your gut growing almost too intense to handle as he pressed the pill shaped piercing directly on your clit and kept it in place. The vibrations paired with the wet warmth of his mouth proved to be a lethal combination. You nearly reached for the pillow behind you to muffle the loud sobs that wracked your body as you came on his tongue. Sanemi didn’t move away immediately, holding it in place still as the overstimulation grew to be almost painful. You began to sob, begging him in a voice just above a whisper to ease up but he didn’t. Your legs trembled, unable to fight against him considering he was far more stable than you were right now. After an agonizing few seconds, the overstimulation turned to pleasure again, your cunt twitching violently as a second orgasm arrived from the shockwaves of your first. You swore louder than you should have, stars spotting your vision as you came hard for the second time. “S-Sanemi please I’m fucking serious y-you…” But you couldn’t finish the sentence, not when he started wiggling his tongue before moving it away to lap up all the juices you had spilled. 

The piercing was still vibrating as Sanemi’s tongue licked along your cunt, giving your clit a break as he teased you in other areas. You were breathing heavily as he used two fingers to spread you open, making it more accessible to push his tongue inside of you. While it couldn’t reach nearly as deep as his dick, the vibrations were making up for it. Your jaw immediately clenched, struggling desperately to keep the noises down as he began tongue fucking you. Your vision was growing blurry from the way your eyes began to water, Sanemi’s name leaving your lips in a quiet mantra as you forced yourself to remain quiet when you really wanted to scream. Yet the idea of being caught seemed to egg Sanemi on, his mouth was relentless as he ate you out like it was his last meal. As if he was trying to break you, make you scream and wake up the whole house. You began to squirm further as two fingers slipped in along with his tongue, the feeling itself was utterly indescribable. Calloused fingers ran along your heated walls, scissoring and pumping until they brought out wave after wave of your arousal with them. You had barely noticed the fact that Sanemis tongue had pulled away all together, watching in fascination as arousal pooled below you on his bedding. So much for keeping it clean… he found it satisfying. 

 The realization that his mouth wasn’t on you didn’t hit you until it had returned to your clit, your back arching off the mattress momentarily as he flicked his tongue over your sensitive clit. His fingers pumped endlessly, his tongue working in rhythm until you were slapping both hands over your mouth in effort to keep quiet as you came for a third time. Your body had gone completely stiff, back arching and your head tossed back as warm liquid gushed from between your thighs, only encouraged by Sanemi’s fingers. This time, Sanemi pulled away all together to give you a minute to come down. His fingers fumbled for a moment as he tried to turn off the small vibrating piercing, admiring the mess you had made on his bed. By the time your vision had returned to normal, you were looking up at Sanemi with lidded eyes. “You’re so evil.” Your voice is hoarse, hands shaking a bit as you push yourself up to see the damage. “Fuck…” Sanemi didn’t seem bothered at all, rather he was leaning down to crash his lips against yours, forcing you to taste your own arousal on his tongue. You moved closer, immediately drawn back into whatever trance he always managed to pull you into. 

“How do you want me?” Sanemi sounded breathless as he pulled away, smiling down at you. “Like this please…” You turned away, positioning yourself shamelessly on your hands and knees for him. Sanemi groaned softly, he’d never get tired of seeing you like this, with nothing to hide or be ashamed of because it was just him. His hand immediately found his dick, pumping himself carefully to spread his precum, still a bit sensitive from the orgasm he had denied himself of early. His other hand came down to grip one side of your ass, kneading the flesh roughly. You whined loudly as the dull head of his cock pressed into you, your cunt welcoming him greedily with how wet he had made you. You chose this position strategically, pillows and his mattress were at your disposal to muffle your noises. Sanemi took his time, pushing inside of you inch by inch until your ass met his abdomen. It still took you a second to adjust, his head pressing tightly to your cervix, making you want to crawl forward a bit to relieve the pressure. Sanemi knew you well enough by now to hold your hip with his other hand, that way you couldn’t move. Sanemi is careful to not let his emotions get the better of him, you had done such a good job trying to remain quiet, now it was his turn to do the same. 

He leaned forward, placing open mouth kisses down your spine before straightening again, hips drawing back half way before sliding forward again. He started slow, finding his rhythm in slow and deep thrusts. Your body rocks forward with each movement, until your shaky arms give out beneath you and you fall into the mattress. The position is even better in Sanemi’s eyes, his hands immediately grabbing either side of your hips to angle himself better. The slow drag was intoxicating to you, your mouth parted as quiet whimpers slipped past your lips, drool seeping out of the corner of your mouth as all your energy was focused on keeping your lower half up. Sanemi’s teeth sunk into his lower lip, face dusted pink as his head fell forward to watch himself disappear and reappear inside of you. You could feel him twitching, nearly in time with the way your body involuntarily clenched around him. Your whimpers turned into moans, half muffled by the way your face was pressed into the mattress, arousal dripping down your thighs. Sanemi was groaning despite his efforts to remain quiet, hips speeding up as his pleasure pulsed through him. He wasn’t going to last long at all but he wasn’t all that bothered by it. 

“Sanemi…” You whined quietly, clit throbbing in need despite the stimulation you had been given. He caught on, hand snaking around your front and disappearing between your legs. You hissed as his fingers found your clit, rubbing it just as you had wanted him too but quickly reminded of how overstimulated you were. “Oh fuck…” You slurred, head burying in the mattress as you practically sobbed. Sanemi didn’t stop, biting down harder on his lower lip in effort to silence the noises he was making, but it was increasingly difficult with the noises emitting from you. The build up in your gut is becoming nearly unbearable, your hands clawing at the sheets as you cried out into the mattress below you. You came hard around him, walls stuttering around his length and interrupting his rhythm. Though it was the final push he needed, unable to contain himself as his hips drew half way out as he began to cum, shakily they pushed forward, bottoming out completely. His grip on your hips loosened, his muscles feeling like jelly as he moved to sit on his knees. You were pliant in his grasp, letting him guide you into a position that was comfortable for both of you until he felt like pulling out. 

“We… we got carried away.” his tone is soft, for the first time since he turned it on, he noticed the white noise he was playing. You pulled your face from the mattress, shakily wiping your mouth as you tried to turn to look at him. “You think?” your voice is shaky, all you wanted was sleep at this point but there was one issue. “The bed is a wreck.” He comments softly, finally realizing how damp the comforter was beneath his knees. “That’s your fault, I warned you.” You grimace, there was no way you were going to be able to sleep feeling as sticky as you did. “You got me there…” he laughs softly, slowly pulling out as he goes soft. “I take full responsibility for giving you a good time.” You roll your eyes, body aching as you roll over and move to sit up. “I’m going to shower, you figure out the bed… and no joining me this time.” It had become a habit at this point for Sanemi to take care of the ruined bedding and then join you in the shower after. “Why not?” he whined, a pout forced on his lips as you glared at him. “May I remind you we are at your family’s home? With your mother and siblings?” You hissed, trying to remain serious but failing miserably when his cheeks turned pink. “Did you really forget that fast?” 

“No! Shit okay maybe a little.” You roll your eyes, moving about the room to find something to cover yourself so you can walk down the hall to the bathroom. “Don’t forget to take out that piercing, it’s a bit obvious.” He laughs as you say that, watching as you throw his shirt over your head. “Yeah, yeah I know. I’ll take care of everything but if we aren’t sharing a shower, make sure you’re quick.” It was his last little dig to maybe convince you to let him join. Instead you just nod, uttering a quiet “You got it, captain.” before heading out the door. You make your way down the hall, wondering quietly how he would be able to get new bedding on the bed without raising suspicions from his mother in the morning.

Naturally, you figured it would be impossible and the small woman would tease you endlessly. The thought had heat rushing to your cheeks as you flicked the lights on and shut the door behind you. It took you a second but you managed to figure out the shower, setting it to a comfortable temperature before moving towards the bathroom closet. Sure enough, the closet was stocked with towels of various colors and some even had designs printed on them. That made you chuckle, especially when you noticed a few famous cartoon characters on some. How cute.  

You pulled a towel out of the closet and set it on the bathroom counter, carefully pulling Sanemi’s shirt over your head and dropping it in the hamper. You had to admit, showering alone was quite lonely but it cut your time in half. You managed to scrub your skin clean, wash your hair and condition within fifteen minutes. By the time you stepped out and wrapped the towel around your body, Sanemi was knocking at the door. “Shit I wasn’t fast enough.” His tone was a whisper, making you laugh softly as you pulled the bathroom door open. “Better luck next time.” You pat his shoulder as you walk past him, ignoring his little huff as you re-enter his bedroom.

The bed was made with a new comforter, tucked half way down so you could just slip into it. You placed your towel on the dresser, moving to put on a t-shirt and underwear before towel drying your hair the best you could. You were practically throwing yourself down onto the bed, laughing softly when you realized the white noise was still playing. You managed to stay awake until Sanemi returned, hair damp as he went through his dresser to put on a pair of boxers. You watched with half lidded eyes as he placed the novelty piercing back in the back and put his regular one back in. “Do you want to keep the white noise on?” He looked amused as you nod.

Sanemi turned off the lights before crawling into bed beside you, chuckling softly as he realized how small the bed was compared to the one in your shared apartment. Not that you really minded, immediately rolling over to wrap your arms around his midsection lazily. Your legs tangled together, his arm snaking under your head while the other found its home over your waist. “What did you end up doing with your bedding?” you question softly, sleep pulling at your mildly aching body. “I put it in the wash, which may just be more damning for us in the morning but hopefully my Ma is the only one to catch on.” He chuckles softly, as you groan.

“What a great first impression.” you snort into his chest, unable to stop your smile when you feel his chest rumble under your cheek. “Oh please, you can do no wrong in her eyes, she loves you.” You couldn’t deny that, after less than a day being in her presence, Shizu was already like a mom to you. “I suppose you’re right.” You hum lazily, eyes closing as sleep drags you further down. “Good night, pretty girl.” Sanemi whispered softly, feeling your body relaxing into him. “G’night, lover boy.” just barely audible, as if your mind was working on autopilot. Sanemi smiled, eyes shutting as well, enveloped in the warmth you and his childhood bedroom had to offer.

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[bitchyycapricorn]

Almost There

Peter Parker x Ghost!Reader

Chapter One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven

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Wordcount: 1.2K

Synopsis: Peter enters his apartment that night expecting to find an empty bed. But instead, he comes face to face with your transparent glowing figure.

Warnings: introduction fluff, angst, mentions of death and loss of family.

AN: not edited

Peter swung through his open window, allowing the breeze to carry him in. His limbs tired and his hair a sweaty mess under his mask. When he entered his room he expected to find it empty, not a figure of a girl on his bed, seemingly waiting patiently for his arrival. His eyes narrowed at the sight of you, unsure how you got into his 5th story apartment. He was also unsure of why you appeared to be transparent, your whole figure seemingly glowing in the moonlight. Peter took a step forward to the bed, about to speak before you broke the silence.

“You can see me can’t you?” Your voice was soft and soothing, barley above a whisper.

Peter hesitated to respond, unsure of what to make of your peculiar statement. Of course he could see you, why wouldn’t he be able to see you? “Yes?” Is all he managed to get out, still wracking his brain for some sort of answer.

“I’m surprised,” you reply wistfully, your gaze slowly lowering to the ground. “Most cannot, usually only the children.”

Peter hesitated again, still unsure of you words. It didn’t help that his eyes were playing trick on him. As your body shifted ever so slightly to better face him he could’ve swore you’re figure flickered. “Who are you?” He didn’t sound nearly as intimidating as he had hoped he would. Rather he sounded more nervous than anything.

“Y/N L/N, I died a few years ago in the elevator accident.” You averted your eyes, gaze focusing on the full moon outside rather than the boy in front of you.

Peter froze, your words seeping in. “You…died?” He had never felt so unsure of what he was saying as he did in this moment.

You looked back over to him, giving a small nod. “Yes, the elevator, it fell while I was inside. The impact killed me.” You dropped your gaze once more, this time focusing on his red bedsheets. “I’m kind of trapped here, I can’t exactly leave.” A frown settles on your face as you attempt to pick at Peter’s sheet, your fingers coming in and out of reality.

“I didn’t even know ghosts existed,” Peter replied honestly, focusing now on your fingers. You were able to freeze your body back into reality for some time, but it was exhausting and took away most of your energy. You look up at him once again, scanning his red and blue suit.

“Where do you go every night? You are never in bed, not like the last boy.” You frown.

Peter stepped towards you, finally removing his mask and tossing it onto his desk. Your eyes lock on his face, examining all of his features. You had only seen him from between the walls so far, and occasionally through the window while you were on the balcony. “I go on patrol,” Peter replied hesitantly. “I’m kinda Spider-Man.”

You cocked an eyebrow at him, “Spider-man?” You repeated.

“Like, I’m a superhero with super ability’s.”

A smile grazes your lips “Oh? So you are half spider?” You ask slowly.

“Well, yes and no. I have you know, like super strength and can climb walls and all my senses are really heightened.” Peter replies, struggling to explain exactly what he can do without sounding too strange.

A smile officially settles on your face as you consider his words. “So that is why you can see me. You have super sight. That is good, I have missed having company. My family moved after the accident, the memories too much for them.” Your frown returned, recalling the day your folks left.

“Could they not see you?” Peter asked, slightly thrown off that your family would just up and leave.

“People cannot normally see me. The exception is children. The little boy who lived here before, he was around five. I used to play with him everyday after school but then he moved. His parents were concerned that he was seeing things, which I suppose he technically was. It just hurts, I really cared for him and they took him away.” Tears would have been falling from your eyes if you had frozen yourself.

Peters eyes flickered down to the carpet as he played with his suit. “That’s really horrible, were they the last people who lived here?”

You nodded, going back to playing with the blanket between your fingers. “Yes, the man before that family was always drunk and yelling. He was very angry and often scared me, even if he could not see me.”

“Oh, that’s, I’m so sorry.” A frown had settled on Peter’s face as well. His heart hurt for your story, even if he was still freaked out that he had a ghost sitting on his bed in his room. Nothing about you would have made sense if it weren’t for everything he’s ever experienced with the Avengers, including going to space and fighting a purple alien.

Your eyes drifted back up to Peters, a sad smile on your face. “Won’t you join me…”

“Peter, Peter Parker.” He finished.

“I like the name Peter, won’t you come lay with me Peter? I’ve missed being near someone. And you’re always gone so late I rarely have a chance to come see you.”

Peter hesitates once again, feeling suddenly flustered by the fact you’d been waiting to lay with him. “You want to sleep with me?”

You nod, confused by his hesitation. “Yes, the young boy used to lay down next to me and we would tell each other stories before he fell asleep. His parents did not pay him much attention.” You feel your heart drop at the memory of the little boy you loved so dearly, wishing more than anything he would’ve been your son.

“I-I’ve just never had anyone share a bed with me before.” He replied honestly, still feeling alarmed by the thought.

“Oh, I do not have to if you are uncomfortable. It just helps,” You admit, suddenly feeling bad for requesting to lay next to Peter.

But Peter nods, deciding he would give it a try since you were merely a ghost after all. “Alright, let me get my pajamas on and I’ll join you.” Peter begins to strip out of his suit, expecting you to turn around as he did so. But your eyes stay glued to his muscular body, taking in how good he looked in that moment. It wasn’t until after Peter had his pajama pants and shirt on did he notice your longing gaze.

“I miss my body.”

“Were you staring the whole time?”Peter squeaked.

“Yes?” You watch as Peters face heats up a bright red in the moonlight. “Are you embarrassed? You look very good.”

Peter shuffles over to the bed at a loss for words. “Normally people don’t watch others change.”

“Oh, well yes I just, you started changing so fast.” You admit, crawling up onto his bed to get under to covers. Peter crawls in next to you, awkwardly laying there as you both settle in. You exert all your energy into making your body whole again, solidifying your body and appearance before cuddling up to Peter. He jumps slightly, shocked at the feeling of your cold but solid skin. “You’ll hold me won’t you? It’s been years since I’ve been held by someone else.”

Peter nods hesitantly, wrapping his arms around your body. “Goodnight Y/N,” he whispers, dozing off to sleep almost immediately.

“Goodnight Peter.”

When Peter wakes the next morning you’re gone. He can’t help wonder whether it was all some twisted dream or if he would be seeing you again that night.

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[confused-wanderer]

*clear throat* Now look I’m all up for a desperate depressed superman showing up at the bat cave in the rain whispering to Batman “I had nowhere else to go..” just like the next person BUT:

Imagine the reverse. And by reverse I don’t mean batman asking superman but Bruce asking Clark.

Bruce knows his secret identity (cuz he’s batman obv) but Superman is the one person he’d trust his life to, one whom he knows would help anyone without any question.

So imagine Clark hearing a knock on the door in the middle of the night and opens it to see an overwhelmed, overstimulated having a depressive episode and doesn’t want to call anyone playboy rich boy Bruce Wayne.

The way Clark’s reporter instincts are simply itching to have a one on one with Gothams most elusive recluses, but the look in his eyes makes them all die down.

Bruce can feel his mouth opening, and through the buzz of his brain he can distinctly make out a voice. His voice. Oh.. when did he start talking? What was he saying.

“I- I didn’t know where else to go..”

And Clark immediately runs out, gently steering him inside and helping him remove his drenched suit. He takes one look at how out of it Bruce seems and just starts taking care of him, from making a good meal and sitting patiently while he eats it to running a nice warm bath for him and calmly nudging him to take a shower. The man looks like a shower can’t fix him but Clark knows it’ll help.

He hears Bruce’s steady but abruptly rapid heartbeat and doesn’t need to have superpowers to know he’s dissociated. Feeling a bit overprotective he makes sure Bruce finally gets some food and then gives him the warmest room to sleep in before settling down in front of the television to try and focus on something other than the billionaire that just showed up on his doorstep.

Wait a minute.. how did he even know where to find him? Why was he in metropolis? Bruce Wayne had no galas he knew of, and why did he look so.. so broken?

It isn’t until he almost flies off the ground in surprise when he looks over to see Bruce just standing there next to him, simply staring at the television.

How the heck did he creep up on him that?

“Sorry, is the television too loud?”

Bruce’s eyes somehow focus but he doesn’t speak, instead shaking his head.

“.. do you want to sit?”

After a few minutes of silence Bruce finally relents, sitting tense on the edge of the sofa.

Maybe he wants loud Clark thinks.

A few hours later, Clark is half asleep when he tunes in to hear a steady, slower paced heartbeat slowly rising to a throbbing roar, and suddenly he hears sharp gasps for breath, frantic and terrified as if the air wasn’t enough.

Bruce is moving around, eyes squeezed shut and hands in his hair, chest heaving faster and faster with every passing breath. Clark doesn’t even realise how fast his arms shoot up to hold him and drag Bruce onto him, hands wrapped protectively around the convulsing man. He barely hears himself whispering a jamble of English and kryptonian soothing lullabies while rocking them both, while his mind furiously searched for why he was behaving this way.

“Bruce..” he whispered, voice urgent and low. “Bruce, you are safe. Listen to me, you are safe and everything is okay, okay? Nothings going to hurt you, I promise I won’t let it happen.”

He reaches for the trembling hand and places it on his pounding heart. Okay okay now what? What should he do.

“Bruce.. listen to me okay.. breathe in for four seconds. Here I’ll do it with you.”

Taking a deep breath, he made sure it was loud and slow, and was relieved when he heard the other man so the same.

“Okay, good! Now.. hold it for seven seconds… and now breathe out for eight.”

He let out a long and loud exhale, and repeated the process until he felt Bruce’s heartbeat return to normal.

A few moments passed in silence, with Clark trying to calm his heartbeat when a hand pressed urgently against his chest.

“Alive.. safe…”

Putting his hand over the one clutching his heart he clasped it firmly.

“Yes,” he confirmed. “Safe. Don’t worry about a thing Bruce go to sleep. I’ve got you.”

He hears a few grunts, muffled mumbles before slowly as time passes he feels all the tension go out of the man’s body.

He doesn’t think much of the encounter, not the next day when he wakes up to a tshirt worn from being gripped too tightly and a note written on his table thanking him, along with some money to pay for the water bill.

Later that day when Clark suits up and roams around the Watchtower, he’s surprised to see Batman sitting and listening to Barey ramble on about the time he got into a prank competition with Kid Flash and Nightwing. He notices how the Dark Knights heartbeat sounds calmer, how he leans back on his hands and lets out a silent chuckle. He was.. relaxed. And in a better mood than he was all week.

After Barry left to prepare for the next round of pranks, he approaches Gothams Knight.

“Hey there Batman! Sleep well last night?”

He almost imagines it but there’s warmth in batman’s demeanour as he looks fondly at Clark.

“Yes.. Best sleep I’ve gotten in a long time..”

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[foryiujeans]

too many nights.

synopsis. those nights of him coming back late with missing your presence snuggled in bed but everything changes when you’re gone.

pairings. ex-lover!ricky x fem!reader.

warnings. slight angst, crying, suggestive.

word count. 4k

general taglist. @forsobeans

“i want to stop.”

"i want to stop," you mumble, not sure if it's coherent.

with that, you flee to your room, covering your mouth to keep the sobs from coming out. you slam your bedroom door behind you, barely making it to your bed before you collapse on it. nausea works its way through you and you fight to keep it down, but it feels like your own body is fighting against the stupid choice you just made.

it's not even a minute later when your bedroom door flies back open and ricky barges in. you glance up at him, not even caring how horrible you look, and find that he almost looks just as bad as you. his face is beet red and his cheeks are wet with tears that tear you into pieces.

"what the hell are you talking about? why are you breaking up with me?"

"ricky, i told you to leave."

"no. i’m not leaving until we talk about this."

he moves toward you and gathers you up in his arms. he holds onto you tightly like you're a life raft keeping him afloat. when you feel his whole body shaking, you hate yourself.

"talk to me," he pleads into your hair. "let me in."

"i’m not good enough for you.," you cry. "you deserve so much more than I can give you. all i do is bring you down, and I can't live with myself for doing that.”

he gets down on the floor next to you and grabs your hand, holding it tightly. when his cracking voice penetrates your brain, the tears flow a little harder.

“just follow your dreams, ricky. become an idol, i have my own things to do too.”

the high comes down much quicker than you'd like. the feelings and sensations of existing in the real world start to tingle along your nerve endings. With a sigh, you lean your head back against the bathroom cupboard and close your eyes. while the cold tile underneath you starts to form, you feel wetness on your cheek.

bringing your hand up to your face, you pull it away to discover that you're crying. dropping your hand on the floor, you don't hear the front door opening or the subsequent calling of your name. you’re too focused on the fact that you've self-sabotaged. again.

no matter how much you say you don't want to keep doing this, you find that you can't stop. chasing that amazing high is always too alluring. it’s too desirable, and that's one of the many things that scares you.

loving shen quanrui.

you never moved on from the guy since last year. actually, since seven months. the eventful memories of you both doing so much activities with each other and enjoying every little details of it.

“y/n,” someone nudged your side, “we finished the tutor session, let’s get bubble tea.”

looking to your side, you see your friend, kim gyuvin already standing up and han yujin beside him, with their bags slung on their shoulders, waiting patiently for you while you were spacing out.

you quickly stood up and dusted the invisible dust on your pants. taking your totebag over your shoulder and stood up to exit the tutoring centre. you trailing behind the two boys and felt the cold breeze of spring blowing onto your face.

tugging on yujin’s sleeve, you sighed, “mid-terms is around the corner, i’m tired.”

“relax, cheer up and enjoy bubble tea with your two favourite boys.” the boy smiled down at you proudly and gyuvin hummed beside you.

the three of you entered the bubble tea café, you giving your order to gyuvin while he orders and pays it for you and yujin, considering it as a stress relief gift after studying too hard. you and yujin had found a spot near the window as the male takes out his phone and took a photo of gyuvin queuing to post.

you then felt like a familiar sharp gaze was looking at you. as you turned your gaze from yujin to the person, you felt your heart stopped beating.

you felt this lingering look since you both met again about a month ago when he suddenly got the new position at this entertainment in front of the college you go. even though you both had mutual friends, it was definitely a surprise to you, seeing him for the first time since you both parted a few years back. the fact that he still looked as handsome as ever, it was hard to not stare when you're around him.

the handsome face you ever missed so much.

the breakup wasn't bad. for you. both broke up mutually with no guilt or shame. perhaps, the timing wasn't right back then but if there was another chance, ricky wouldn't mind trying again because every time he sees the rain, he thinks of you. you adored it, and if you both hadn't broken up watching the rain together, he would've moved on.

you were enjoying this moment though, looking into each other's eyes. it was like those nights getting lost with time from studying together back then. it was only a wish that things would work just like the old days because you hadn't been in a relationship since with ricky. you could almost lose it when he smiled from your thoughts.

“signature bubble tea for our lovely y/n.” gyuvin then sat beside yujin who was already sipping on his drink.

a smile adorned your lips, thanking gyuvin and poked the straw through the cup. feeling the gaze was still on you, shifting in your seat shyly. ricky adored that small but genuine smile of yours at even small gestures.

“uhm, i’m going to call my mom for five minutes.” you excused yourself to go upstairs and out the porch of the café to pick yourself up.

a figure’s shadow appeared from behind you, almost towering your own shadow on the cement ground. you turned around and saw that blonde hair of theirs that you had adored fluffing and ruffling it up in the past. those cat-like eyes staring deep into yours. you shifted slightly, holding onto the railings.

when ricky clears his throat, your eyes flicker back to him and you try to keep the guilty expression off of your face. the look on his face is clear. he’s been trying to get your attention for a while and you haven't even noticed.

he turns his head to look in the direction your eyes have been glued, and you quickly sat straight. he can't. he can’t see what it is that's got you so distracted.

"y/n, long time no see." you immediately say, pulling his attention back to you. “how are you?"

your answering hum is quiet, noncommittal. his heart drops into your stomach in response. the relationship the two of you have is good. almost too good. if you mess this up, you'll regret it forever, so you need to get it together and focus on whatever else to do.

still, your eyes flicker back across the buildings.

back to him.

ricky must feel your stare burning a hole into the side of his face because he glances in your direction. When your eyes meet, it's like all the breath is gone from your lungs. his gaze is like a gentle caress along your skin, and he wants nothing more than to sink into your embrace.

"what are you doing here, graduated yet?" ricky asked. he leaned over the wooden railing like you before you turned around and leaned onto your back so you're facing him.

"it’s more quiet here than in there." you motioned the two loud boys in the café you went with before you both laughed.

he took a deep breath and sighed. "trainings been harsh."

"really?" you asked. "never knew about it till now."

ricky nodded, then he trailed his eyes on the gaps on the floor of the porch, hoping to get his thoughts straight. "did you finally find a real reason why we broke up?"

there was a gush of nostalgia running through you and you couldn't find the words to answer it.

ricky noticed, yet he knows you're a deep thinker so sometimes, it takes a while for you to have a complete answer.

"sorry if I made it awkward." he bit his lips to lean away from the weird feeling in the air.

“that, i don’t know how to answer it,” you said, eyes leaving his, “maybe i thought you found someone else and wanted to focus on your career.”

"can’t we feel vulnerable for once?" ricky asked. his gaze into your eyes was mesmerizing as you remembered. his body was heating up and you didn't know if his words were letting your guard down or if it was his touch, his hands that were resting softly on your back. "i have so much to tell you." he confessed in a blazing whisper.

"no, you don’t."

"yes, i do." he frowned.

"well, fine."

"please, please, listen to me." ricky was desperate, you could hear it in his voice. you let him continue as he gazed back into your eyes, wondering if you could hear his heart as he confessed. "i missed you. i was excited to see you again after so long but i didn't know if you wanted to be with me again because we're so friendly and-" he paused with a frown, "you’re a stubborn girl.”

"quanrui, sometimes we don't like things and have to change and move on." you tried to fight back. your grip stayed and you weren't sure if you were holding onto him or yourself.

"are you also doing that?" he asked and damn. you were caught in the throat. no words but thoughts ran through you because he could see it in your eyes.

one thing you knew is that you never moved on from ricky, not one bit. you were missing the nights where you both spend and cuddle together. you were missing his soft spoken words that encouraged you throughout your day. just like ricky, he missed your warm embrace colliding with his own. he missed your daily routines together.

slowly, ricky reached his head up towards you and pressed his lips onto yours.

his hands pushed your back closer to him, settling you close to the railings so he could move his lips against yours. his kisses were gentle, which made you crave the feeling more. you couldn't help to move along with him, smooching while you hovered over him to fix your knees. your arms locked him there as his hands gripped the railings between your body to keep you leaned against them.

your heads switched sides as if your minds were as one. in that brief moment, his hot breath kissed your cheek before your lips connected again. the desires you both wanted were burning against your soon-swollen lips and for a moment, ricky could feel himself being a complete wreck for you because everything was too familiar. you were falling apart in his embrace as your fingers found their way to his hair. it was such a habit that you almost bit his lips from the session.

"i miss you so much." ricky managed to breathe before he let out a chuckle with the tremble of his voice tickling against your lips. you were out of breath by then so when you pulled back to see those loving eyes of his, you thought maybe gyuvin was right: you should just go with what your heart is telling you.

"are you cold?" he asked when he noticed your hands hiding in your sleeves. "do you want to stay here for a bit before you go?"

"no." you declined his offer with a smile. "i’m gonna go and i still have your number so,.”

you blushed. he stopped himself from offering his hand since they're warm. he nodded once with his lips pressed tightly into a tiny smile. "see you later then. watch out for the weather."

“thanks. see you soon." you sighed softly. you gave him one last smile before walking away and downstairs to your friends.

he still remembered everything you’ve done together.

like how he was making your heart flutter, remembering all of the things you wanted to do when you were still with him. you hadn't done those things because it would be most perfect with him, you'd still think so. or like how he warmed you up without holding you close to him, or how he made you think everything was going to be about you and him.

too many nights for you both to be this close again.

a/n ! thank you so much for reading and giving me requests. i’m thankful that you guys enjoyed reading it and giving all the notes and support. i do not own any characters, music or pics given, will definitely work harder for the next ones !

happiest birthday to shen quanrui ! 🤍

signing out, miaaa hihi !

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[idolatrybarbie]

machine wash warm

for my fifty follower celebration! @secretelephanttattoo asked: marcus pike and prompt no. seven— "did you just wash these sheets?" "i did." "they smell nice. and they're still warm." thank you, hope you enjoy!

rating & word count: 682 words | rated t

You haven’t really put a name to what this is… Marcus coming over, staying over. Spending the day in your queen sized bed, sleeping or wrapped equally between his arms and the sheets. He cooks you breakfast, he helps you clean. Late at night, when Marcus has drifted off beside you and your brain keeps you awake, you wonder what dirty trick the universe is going to pull to have this all turn sour.

The last thing you want is to break his heart. You’ve equated it in your head to kicking a puppy; unforgivable. But you aren’t quite ready to hand your heart over to Marcus for safekeeping. You tell him you just need a little while longer, promise. He always nods, smiling before he dives in for a kiss. 

This morning, you’re up and around the apartment, trying to get your chores done before the work week starts and throws you into a squall of assignments and paperwork. So far you’ve swept and mopped the kitchen, dusted the TV stand, and picked up your dry cleaning. Marcus was still sleeping when you left, face soft and eyes closed against the plush of his pillow. He’s truly gorgeous at all times, but when he’s sleeping especially.

He looks peaceful. That is all you ever want for him. It’s all he ever brings to you. Peace.

You can’t help but revel in it. After years of chasing the storm, or moreso being unwillingly pushed towards it, you love basking in the calm plainness of things. Onlookers would call it boring, a life spent blandly. You’ve had a lifetime’s worth of excitement; if peace is milquetoast, then so be it.

Carrying garment bags into the building lobby, you wait patiently for the elevator. Maybe you can drop these off and slip back out before Marcus wakes up, grabbing the two of you breakfast. He’s in love with the grimy little diner down the street and their six dollar breakfast. You’ve watched him eat it a half dozen times, and never is he less excited when the chain-smoking waitress arrives with his plate: pan-fried eggs, hash browns, and grease with a side of bacon.

The elevator ride is brief, the air of the metal box stale as you watch the floor numbers ascend above you. You stride down the hallway to your door quickly, turning your key in the lock before you let the door creak open softly. Everything is as you left it. The apartment sits quiet, the sun peering through the half open blinds in your living room.

You slip off your shoes at the front door. As you make your way further down the hall, you hear the dryer and its persistent thunk with every spin of the drum. That’s odd…

“Hey.”

You turn to see Marcus in the doorway of your bedroom, t-shirt riding up the slightest bit to reveal a dark brown happy trail. His voice is still thick with sleep, like greeting you is the first thing he’s used it for today.

You sigh lightly, smiling at him. “Hey yourself,” you say.

He lets you pass into your room. The bed is made, your pillows arranged in a vaguely heart-shaped form. You take a seat, stretching your hand across where Marcus has folded the flat sheet over the duvet.

"Did you just wash these sheets?"

"I did," Marcus confirms. He’s flipping through TV channels distractedly, surely trying to find the local news station.

"They smell nice,” you say. “And they're still warm."

He finds what he’s looking for, setting the volume low as a woman with the tallest hair you’ve ever seen starts on the morning weather update. Marcus drops the remote he’s holding to the bed, then moves to stand between your legs.

You reach up to grab at the soft collar of his shirt, pulling him down to you. He leans over you, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Good morning,” he says.

You bite his lip, pulling at it between your teeth. Marcus raises his brows suggestively, earning a laugh from you.

“It is, isn’t it?”

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[radiowallet]

Promise

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x Marcus Moreno Summary: Dieter gets a gift while away on location. WC: 1.9K Warnings: 18+ MDNI Sexual content. Exclusive M/M dynamics. Written in third-person POV, male protagonists, allusions to smut, and dirty talk. Mentions of food and drug use. Small angsty moments. Yearning. So much yearning. AU Marcus Moreno (no wife, no Missy). A lot of purple prose and waxing poetic in this one, besties.

A/N: We're back with more of these boys. What can I say? I am obsessed with their dynamic and as long as my broken brain keeps sending me ideas for them, I intend to keep writing them down. Big thanks to @magpie-to-the-morning and @jazzelsaur who are patient as patient can be while I barge into their DM's to screech about these two soft, vulnerable boys. I love you both.

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The bouquet had been delivered to set, the candy cotton pink petals hard to miss amidst the cranes and cameras and all the rest of the hardware it took to put a film in the can. Everyone had fawned over the flowers from the moment they arrived, their delicate shape a marvel beneath the heat of the Moroccan sun. 

But when the courier called out Dieter’s name, the room almost erupted, everything from squeals of elation to nosy questions being tossed his way. Dieter couldn’t help himself, cheeks warming and chest puffing, as he accepted the vase, the increased attention not only from the crew but also his fellow actors, stroking his ego in a way he couldn’t help but relish in. 

Maybe some would be embarrassed at the sheer honesty in that one single thought but Dieter found peace in the sentiment. Hell, he was an actor. What else was there to say other than the truth in validation, hoping that enough of the attention could one day fix the broken pieces inside his heart. 

“One of your many admirers sending you flowers now, Bravo?” A well-meaning production assistant asks in passing. 

“Something like that,” he hums, taking care to tuck the card into his pocket for later. 

After that, the flowers find a place on the craft service table, and if an extra take or two is needed because Dieter’s eye line strays just a tad too far left no one makes mention of it.

The day is called just as the last of the light is lost, the sun setting far behind the rows and rows of beautiful blue houses. There’s an offer for drinks and dinner brandied about, a few cast and crew breaking away. Dieter quietly bows out, and again, if anyone notices the once infamous party boy choosing a quiet night in over a raucous night out, not a word is said. 

Once back in his hotel room, Dieter is instantly restless, the flowers moving from room to room, the vase twisted left, then right, then right again. Self-doubt starts to dig at the base of his spine, the very beginning of a panic attack creeping up his back, tight and hot and painful, a wicked whisper telling him he should have just gone out, damn all and any consequences. There is only a bouquet of pink peonies in this hotel room to keep the loneliness at bay tonight, and not for the first time, Dieter feels the icy cold fear that he’ll forget all he has waiting for him back home.  

He does his best to ignore it, breathing slowly around the rubber band across his chest, counting each second with the tick of his fingers. One, two, three, four, in. Five, six, seven, eight, out. Twice more is enough to chase the feeling away, giving Dieter the space he needs to finally breathe fully, his head clearing just enough to ground him back to the moment. The blossoms finally find a home right beside his bed, the low light of the bedroom illuminating the pretty pink petals, and only then does he actually start to settle down for good. He fishes the card from his back pocket, dragging his thumb across the seal.

It’s nothing remarkable; a white envelope, only his first initial scratched across the front. But it’s enough to have his cheeks warming all over again, the tip of his nail finally piercing through the thick paper. The card is equally unassuming, but when he opens it up, the words are anything but. 

Dieter reads it over once, then twice, then one more time for good measure, lips moving along with the lines, one promise after another infused to each and every one. It’s enough to have him scrambling for his phone, dialing with shaky hands and a breathless laugh. It only rings once before it clicks over. 

“Hey, baby.”

“The flowers…” Dieter starts, his mind racing faster than he can manage to speak, any sort of coherency lost at the sound of Marcus Moreno’s soft baritone on the other end of the line. 

“They were too much.”

“No! Fuck no!” Dieter is quick to cut the other man off, refusing to let him think that for even a second.  “No, sweet boy. I love them!”

Marcus would do this from time to time, doubt himself and his place by Dieter’s side. It always brings him back to the moment in that lavish hotel room, Marcus’s warm breath painted across his cheek, lips bruised and fingers grasping, when the heroic had admitted that most couldn’t handle it. To this day Dieter can’t help but wonder if he was maybe talking about more than just superpowers.

He thinks maybe Marcus doesn’t realize. That he doesn’t see what it means to possess a heart so big. Bigger than anyone deserved, the weight of it nearly dragging him down, away from the light and into the shadows. The very ones he tries so hard to protect the world from. And Dieter knew that when the man fell, he fell fast. Fully. All of him hanging out on a precarious line, waiting for the other inevitable shoe to drop. 

Dieter wishes he could figure out a way to convince him that both of his feet were firmly planted on the ground. 

There’s a beat of silence and he swears he can hear the words neither of them dare to say. Not yet. Not with things so new. But he can feel them. Always feel them. With each kiss Marcus pressed into his skin, every drag of his fingertips, each scrape of his teeth, there was the promise of an affection too great to imagine. It was there, on the tip of the other man’s tongue, quietly unspoken but still so very very present.

“I love them,” the actor says again, determined to make his point stick this time. 

Marcus hums, and Dieter can almost picture him then and there as if he was sitting beside him on the 1000 thread count duvet in Morocco instead of miles and miles away, in an empty apartment, his only plans for the night a crappy tv dinner. He could chide the heroic, remind him to have fun, take more chances, but that’s a sticky subject all its own. 

It had been a running theme of the last few months of their lives, the two of them stealing what little time together they could. Marcus would plan, meticulously, weekends away explained under the guise of training or intel or some other bullshit excuse. Dieter would make a stink to his manager on those days, stomping his feet and demanding a mental health break. Maybe it was the fact that he returned from those weekends brighter and lighter than ever before, but Marissa never fought him too hard. 

They would lose track of the hours as easily as they lost themselves in the other, tangled sheets and broken sleep bookending their pleasure. The give and take between them deepened with each weekend that rolled around. Dieter delighted in Marcus’s company, preening beneath the wonder of having him all to himself. The way his whole heart became the center of the universe, genuine affection and care feeling better than any late night or black out bender. 

Marcus would watch Dieter paint, only a sheet around his waist as his eyes traced the curves and colors inspired by his own tender touch. And Dieter would marvel at the bend of the other man’s form, following his steps to the gym, his own eyes wide as twin blades cut through open air. They stayed in. Always in. The pair of them forgoing even ordering in, digging through Dieter’s freezer in search of mini pizza bagels and knock-off taquitos rather than risk breaking the peace of their privacy. 

And if he showed up to the set of the big budget action movie with his belly still soft, it hardly mattered. His heart was full, his mind at peace, and even as the director rolled his eyes, all Dieter could see was Marcus dropping to his knees, nuzzling into the patch of coarse hair smattered across the swell of his stomach, before swallowing him down to the base. 

Those days gave them both something to cling to when life and work and reality would push them back to opposite sides of the country. Memories they could remember in the between, when it was only phone calls and FaceTimes the touch of their own hand to chase away the anxieties hiding around the corner.  

Dieter learned in great detail how to coax those little whines from the heroic, memorizing the ragged sound of his cries as he whispered all manner of filth into the crease of his skin. Marcus matched the energy in kind, splitting up inside the actor, lips on his throat and hands in his hair. Dieter called him sweet boy and Marcus declared him his whole sky, a promise of more following every goodbye. 

And Marcus always keeps his promises. 

When it came time to leave for Morocco, six months of loneliness looming in the distance and one awkward farewell party behind them, Dieter did his best to remind Marcus to not linger in his solitude. It would be too easy for him to fall back on old habits; long nights on rooftops chased by haggard days in the gym, but Dieter hoped the hero would make time to tend to his heart in ways he had forgone for so long. 

Marcus took care to meet Dieter where he stood, urging him to hold onto every word he ever said, his whole heart following Dieter, even when he physically could not. The actor clung to the sentiment, doing his best to remember every weekend spent wrapped around the other man. He held onto every ripple of pleasure and each drip of afterglow. 

Dieter shakes his head, refocusing on the present, even as he wishes for all the little things he so desperately wanted here and not there. Plush lips and dimpled cheeks, brown eyes wide as he nods and quietly accepts the truth in Dieter’s words. 

“I’m glad.”

The silence is back, but more of a comfort now, the blend of their breath lulling the last of the sun and sand and stress away from Dieter’s heart. His eyes are heavy in the best way, his fingers loose where they curl around the phone, still matched to the curve of his cheek. 

“You should shower, Dee. Then sleep,” Marcus prompts, his voice somehow even softer. 

“Mmm, jerk off with me first,” he half whines, free hand already pulling at the threadbare sweats he had worn from set. 

There’s a chuckle, low and sweet and steady, one that Dieter has learned means a promise is about to be made. 

“I’m at the office now, mi cielo, but call me when you wake up and we will.”

It’s enough for now, Marcus’s gentle voice in his ear and the catch of pink petals in the low light, giving Dieter the push he needs to let sleep find him. In a few hours' time he’ll wake up, his stomach empty and his neck sore, but the fresh scent of peonies and an aching promise have something else curling deep inside his belly. And when he dials, the answer comes on the first ring. 

After all, Marcus always keeps his promise. 

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[azulas-lightning-bolt]

and I hear him begging someone named god

tw/cw: non-graphic depiction of death/character death

There’s a distant kind of pain registering in Mako, but he’s not sure where it’s from. It really, really hurts. He’s not really thinking about much other than that, so he doesn’t spare much attention to the clogging in his nose or the dripping from his eyes. Something in that burns in a way he doesn’t think tears and snot are supposed to. 

Mako finds he’s too exhausted to really care. He’s sniffling and crying like he hasn’t in years. Something in his subconscious tells him to move his hands, hide his face and wipe away the evidence, but gentle hands are already reaching for him with soothing cool and twitching his arms makes the distant pain much closer. He doesn’t like it. 

Mako’s thoughts drift to his life. He thinks about his first eight years. 

He realizes he might be dying. He can’t seem to pull himself away from the memories to worry about it. Bolin is in almost all of them. Mako thinks he will miss Bolin, if he’s not able to wait up. He’s sorry he has to hurt his brother, but he hopes Bo won’t feel rushed to join him. Mako is patient. 

Toza is there, too. Mako kind of misses him. He knows he owes him a lot for how Toza helped him and Bolin out. He hasn’t seen him in a while. He wonders if Toza might be waiting. 

Then there’s Korra, and Asami. Korra, brash and proud and present in a way that made him present too. Korra who’s saved his life a thousand times over. He feels a little bad her efforts are going to waste. He’ll have to wait up for Asami, too. Hopefully she lingers with Bolin if Korra isn’t able. They could be like Avatar Aang’s friends—meeting two avatars in a lifetime. How incredible. 

Mako can’t quite remember what brought him here. He—he’s a police officer, that’s right (Chief Beifong). Something must’ve happened with that to bring him here. Mako wonders if the Chief is mad one of her detectives got himself killed. He knows she can’t afford any more hits to her narrow ranks. 

Maybe she’s even worried. Mako tries to scoff at the thought, but he only summons more too-thick tears. The hands move frantically to shush him, but Mako really misses his mom and dad and Chief really reminds Mako of his mom. It hurts just a bit, through his idiotic attachment, to think she might not care at all.

The vague lights Mako’s been seeing are getting more tinted. His eyes are burning, though he’s not sure if from his wrong-tears or the too bright lights. He lets his eyes slip shut. 

Muffled sound filters in as his sole point of focus. It’s a strenuous task to process the information his brain is receiving, but Bolin’s voice is frantic and Mako needs to know his little brother is okay before he can let himself sleep.

He’s almost certain Bolin is begging for something. The person’s name sounds almost like ‘God’. Mako hears his own name, but he can’t summon the energy for a grunt of acknowledgment. He hopes Bo knows he’s trying to listen anyway. 

He’s promising to stop running away from his problems, to take care of every street kid and orphan he can find—as long as. Mako can’t figure out what he wants for such a promise. 

He laughs, but it comes out more like a choke. His throat burns like someone’s breathed fire back down it and his lips are crusted in something metallic when he wets them with his tongue. 

Mako tells Bolin not to be silly, in as few words as he can manage. Whoever this God guy is has better things to be doing, and there’s no way Bolin can make good on his promise. 

The snark takes more out of him than he thought. He ends up sounding more worn than anything. He realizes absently that he’s still crying, which isn’t helping add levity to Bo’s distress. He feels bad for crying in front of him, but it really is just all too much to stop. 

Someone screams when his breaths even out. Mako isn’t awake to hear it. 

His chest stills. Seven minutes pass, and Mako sees all the best times of his life. His eyes fall shut one last time and his spirit fades. 

The spirit world is just across the valley where Mako lays, he knows somehow. But he is content to wait until his family is old and withered and can walk the threshold with him in the forms of their youth. 

Mako will wait as long as they need. He hopes they know they were in every single minute. 

#mako lok #legend of korra #lok #mako tlok #tlok #atla #avatar the last airbender #bolin #korra #asami sato #toza lok #so basically #i watched a bunch of those sad pet loss slideshows on tiktok #after seeing one mention the line #“and I can hear her begging someone named god not to take me” #and I spent a good 40 minutes bawling my eyes out #and since I was emotionally devastated #I thought to myself #lets murder mako #that surely will make me feel better #and it did #thank you notes app for holding this for me for the 20 mins it took to write

[howaboutcastiel]

The Tour Guide (Steven Grant x Reader)

Explicit Content: 18+ Readers Only

giddy lil oscar gif for The Vibes

Summary: The reader has never been in a serious relationship, and now things are moving forward in her relationship with Steven. Tonight, she's going to have sex with Steven for the first time and she's almost more nervous than excited. (Based on this anon request)

Word Count: 8.4k

Content: Virgin!PlusSize!GreyAce!Reader, also F!Reader, Smut (of course), fluff, a lil angst. Awkwardness, oral (f receiving), protected PIV.

Author's Note: I wrote this while running a very high fever. It's either the best thing I've ever written or it's complete gibberish.

Things were going well. 

Unfortunately, that sets the scene perfectly for things to go completely to shit, doesn’t it? Things were going wonderfully, though, there’s no other way to say it. 

You and Steven had been dating for three months. It was your first serious relationship, the most intimate you’d ever been with another person. Steven had fallen absolutely head-over-heels for you, a fact that you couldn’t begin to fathom even this far along. Things were getting pretty serious with him and you were experiencing a lot of firsts. The next ‘first’ that was coming up, had you admittedly more nervous than excited by far. 

Steven had given you so much, and you had given back to him likewise. He had shared his life with you openly and honestly—including the existence of Marc and Jake which admittedly took a little time for you to understand. Steven was the first man to go on more than three dates with you. He was also the first man to buy you flowers more than once. Of all of the dates you’d had, Steven was the only man to pay for the date without assuming you’d owe him something in return. 

But now you were starting to feel that you owed him something. Not that the thought was particularly upsetting, but it would be a first for you. In plain terms, you were a virgin. Very, very much a virgin. It only made sense that you were nervous to have sex with Steven for the first time. That felt like a pretty big deal to you. Even if he was the most patient, selfless, caring, handsome man you’d ever met in all of your life, the thought of this next step filled you with anxiety.

It didn’t help that you had never felt before the way you’d felt about him. At this point in your life, you had been half convinced you’d never feel this way for anyone at all. When you thought about sex before, the idea was less than exciting in your brain. You were somewhere between indifferent and apathetic, though you did feel a little forlorn by the fact that you felt so different from the people around you. With Steven, though, the idea of sex was something else entirely. It wasn’t as much about you or about the act itself, it was all about him. 

You were very nervous, though. 

Despite your apprehension, you figured you had to bite the bullet. If you didn’t do something now, you likely never would, and that would be a tragedy. You wouldn’t let what you’d built with Steven die because you couldn’t give yourself to him, and you figured by now that he was tired of waiting for you. You were a bit tired of waiting, too. 

So tonight you put on your prettiest dress—the one that hugged your curves in just the right way. You actually shaved (for the first time in who knows how long) and you elected to wear a matching set of nice lingerie. Part of you felt like you were going overboard, while the other feared that nothing would be good enough. Blinded by your own insecurities, you didn’t realize that you alone were everything that Steven wanted and more.  

Steven was on your doorstep at seven. He was wearing the suit he’d worn for his first date with you, except this time he carried himself with tenfold the confidence. He wielded not a bouquet, but a single pink rose in his right hand. Steven was just as giddy as usual, no sign of his long and no doubt stressful workday on his face. You had asked him specifically if you could do something to mark the occasion—the occasion being three months since your first date, of course. No other reason. 

“Hello, darling,” He sang as you opened the door. Steven’s cheeks flooded pink as he took in the way you looked in that dress. His eyes sparkled as they surveyed your body, widening slightly around his soft brown irises as he met your gaze. “My word. You look absolutely lovely.” 

“Don’t look so bad yourself, handsome.” You grabbed your purse on the way out the door, happily taking the rose that he offered. Despite the playfulness in your words, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. His hair was combed back, though the unruly curls would hardly stay in the order Steven had tried to make. The suit was remarkably well-fitted, almost like it was tailored. Perhaps it was, you couldn’t really be sure. You were sure, however, that the elated expression on his face was all for you. And you couldn’t fathom that. 

“I hope you don’t mind walking. It’s not very far, I promise. Not even two blocks.” The rambling could also be because of you, but Steven always rambled a bit. He just had so many thoughts in his brain and they were all so excited to come out of his mouth, sometimes they fought to be the first one. It was kind of endearing even when it made for awkward conversation. “I have a reservation, so don’t get worried if the place is crowded when we get there. We shouldn’t have to wait long at all. A bloody good thing, too, ‘cuz I’m sort of starving. And I made sure—”

“Steven?” He blinked at your interruption.

“Yes, love?”

“Thank you.” You placed a soft kiss on his cheek. The two of you were barely a hundred yards from your door and already he was radiating more energy than you could muster up in a week. If you had any hope of making it through the night, you’d have to find a way to calm him down or tire him out. 

“You like italian food, don’t you?”

“I do.” You just couldn’t get it. How was Steven so worried about pleasing you? How was he interested at all, for that matter? No one had ever been so interested in you before. Steven genuinely seemed to enjoy your company. It was an innocent kind of joy, though there was no mistaking how he ogled you sometimes. That you couldn’t fathom either. 

Body positivity is an easier task when it’s other people’s bodies. Curves were beautiful on other women. They were endearing on men, too. They just weren’t acceptable on you. At least, that’s what you told yourself. You had been plus size all of your adult life and even before that. Your body was genetically built to hold more weight and to have a slightly larger structure than most. You hated that fact, though. You hated your extra weight, your stretch marks. You hated the number on the tags of your clothes. You hated the body in your mirror. And part of you thought that the more he looked, Steven would grow to hate it just as much. 

It couldn’t be further from the truth, but you couldn’t see that. 

The restaurant was teeming with people, just like Steven had predicted. You really didn’t have to wait long, though, as Steven politely pushed his way to the front counter where the tired hostess gave a burdened smile. The table reserved for you was near the window, away from the loudest part of the building. You would be able to watch the sunset from here and you’d be able to chat with Steven without having to shout. It all seemed to work out perfectly. 

“Your waitress will be right with you.” The hostess touted overly-cheerily as she placed down the menus and returned to the front. You felt for her a little bit; dealing with the public at a place like this had to be far from rewarding. 

“Should we get a bottle of wine?” Steven inquired as he lifted his reading glasses out of his pocket. You pondered the idea. Would the buzz be beneficial, or would it be a bad idea to get drunk for something like this?

“I’d really just like water.” You decided. He wrinkled his nose a little bit, but seemed to agree with your idea. He looked so cute in his glasses, hunching over subconsciously to read the menu. His stance almost made him look taller, which was kind of intimidating to you. Not that you tended to find Steven intimidating, though he was suspiciously agile and strong for a tour guide. 

It was hard to make conversation through dinner. Well, hard to keep conversation. You tended to let Steven take an idea and run, listening to him ramble until he realized he was doing so. It was a way to get his energy out, and he was always excited to share himself with you. Telling you about his day—or about something new that he’d learned or something he’d seen that he thought you would like—was just too hard to resist for him. He couldn’t seem to share enough of himself with you. 

So you tried to do the same. You started by mentioning your own day at work, where your nutty boss had accused you of messing up paperwork and you’d had the unique satisfaction of being able to prove her wrong. Steven giggled at your story, admittedly attracted to the way you stood up for yourself. He was a sucker for strong women. You let the conversation shift, though, as the waitress brought out your appetizers and refilled your drinks. 

“You seem a bit distracted, love,” Steven didn’t mean it in an accusatory way. His eyes were tinged with worry, in fact. You were distracted, but you didn’t want to say why exactly. You had taken notice to the way that your waitress was looking at him. She was so much prettier than you, you thought. Her skinny hourglass figure was more than evident even under her uniform. Her wide blue eyes were flirting even as she didn’t say anything, just left lingering glances on Steven. A tiny pit grew in the depth of your stomach. 

What if he would rather have someone like her?

“It’s just been a long day. I’m all here, babe. Didn’t mean to be rude.” You took a large swig of your drink, trying to conceal the way you blushed behind your glass. 

“No, it’s okay. You aren’t being rude.” He wore such a genuine smile. It was such a rarity in your eyes, men tended to dawn such arrogance or altogether vapidness. Not Steven. He was different. He looked at you not just like an equal, but like someone he could adore or even worship. He gave such affection without a second thought. 

“Do you think we can just go back to your flat after this?” You asked. Steven would have loved to take you out somewhere, like a bowling alley or even an arcade. He liked to be playful with you, to make a good time out of innocent fun. But he also liked for you to tell him what you wanted. “I think we should watch a movie or something.”

“We can do that.” He took a bite out of his breadstick. Your entrees would be coming any time now and you, much like him, were beginning to get ravenous the longer you had to wait. You had spent a good bit of time at Steven’s flat and it was becoming one of your favorite places. As time moved forward, you found yourself showing up there more often. Steven didn’t mind at all. 

When your plates arrived, you both took a solid pause from conversation to tear into your piping hot food. The warmth put your mind at ease, if only for a moment, about the night you had ahead. Steven wouldn’t continue to date you if he wasn’t attracted to you. Hell, you had said yourself that he must be pissed you weren’t having sex with him yet. Everything was going to go just fine. He’s a man, right? You likely wouldn’t even have to do much. 

But what if his gentle demeanor meant he paid more attention to the things that other men might brush aside? What if he wasn’t lust-driven enough to ignore the stretch marks on your thighs? What if your love handles were off-putting to him? You cut the thoughts off before they began to spiral, not wanting to ruin your dinner. 

“Is your food good?” Steven muttered between bites. You could tell he was trying to be polite as he utterly stuffed his face. His lunch break was more than six hours ago, so of course he was starving by now. He stifled little noises of pleasure as he scarfed down his food. One tiny little groan made its way through, though, sending an unfamiliar warmth to your chest. 

“It’s very good. I don’t even have to ask about yours, do I?” You smiled a bit at his fervency, noting that he almost looked ten years younger as he enjoyed his little meal. The circles were less noticeable under his eyes, the tiredness pushed out by satisfaction. He was a sight to behold and you remembered just how much you were in love. 

It was hard to think straight as dinner went on. Steven finished his food before you, so he started to talk again as you continued to eat. This time he didn’t talk about work or about the most recent book he’d read. He began to talk about you. The two of you. 

“I was thinking that perhaps I could introduce you to the boys—to Marc and Jake, I mean. After all, they’re kind of around as much as I am, sometimes more. It’s inevitable that you’re going to meet them soon and I don’t want you to be frightened. It takes some getting used to, I know that, but they already know a lot about you and they’re very nice, I promise. We don’t have to do that right now, though. I don’t think either of them even really want to tonight. Not because of you, of course! They think you’re lovely.”

You let him babble on, as he seemed exceptionally comfortable getting his thoughts out to you. Your food was starting to get cold and you figured you’d have to get a box or risk overeating and making yourself ill. He was on to the next subject just as quickly as he’d gotten to the first. 

“I also had an idea that you could come with me to the staff Christmas party at the museum, yeah? Of course, you don’t have to if you don’t want. I just thought it’s about time that I got to brag about you. I mean—I’d give Donna a shock, wouldn’t I? A beautiful girl on my arm and all that, she’d get a kick out of it. I suppose she thinks I don’t have it in me. She said the same thing about me getting promoted to tour guide, though, and I proved her wrong on that one, didn’t I?”

If this is what Steven was like when he was sober at the end of the day, then what on earth must he be like after a few glasses of wine? You hoped for the future that getting him drunk might be a way to settle him down, but you honestly doubted it. He just carried so much of a youthful zeal, one that couldn’t be stomped on by anything. 

The sun was well below the horizon when you finished up at the restaurant. You had insisted that Steven let you leave the tip, if nothing else so that you wouldn’t feel so bad about silently hating your server. The two of you started toward Steven’s flat, which was a bit further from the restaurant than yours. He seemed to have run out of things to say, much to your surprise. 

“Which movie should we watch?” You broke the silence as he wrapped his arm around your back. He was a short and muscular man, so his arm didn’t comfortably reach all the way around, which sent a wave of insecurity through you. He didn’t seem to mind, though, leaning into your touch as he contemplated what film to put on. “I’m thinking a comedy. Some kind of classic.”

“What about The Princess Bride?” Steven mumbled. 

“Sounds good to me.” You honestly didn’t care that much about the movie. Other things were at the forefront of your mind, like how Steven’s hand on your side felt like flames against your skin. You considered it odd that you wanted to lean further into the feeling. Why would you chase that sensation? Your confusion didn’t stop you from wanting more. 

Your heart was skipping around by the time you made it to his apartment complex. A thin layer of sweat coated your hands and your ears and cheeks were burning, too. You hadn’t even decided for sure that you were going to do anything. As far as Steven was concerned, you were going to watch a movie. 

You contemplated kissing him on the elevator ride up. He seemed receptive to it, obviously, but you feared that anything you initiated might be biting off more than you could chew. You hadn’t spoken much with Steven about your lack of experience. He hadn’t talked to you about his prior relationships, either, but you knew that he was more well-versed than you. 

Steven placed a casual arm around your shoulder as you sat on his old and worn couch. He’d shed his suit jacket as soon as you had made it through the door. The way he so thoughtlessly showed you affection sent a wave of confidence up your spine (and a wave of heat down your spine). You got maybe ten minutes into the movie before both of you had abandoned it for a dedicated make-out session. 

The making out you had done before, though you still weren’t the most experienced. Steven wasn’t your first kiss, but he was the first kiss that you’d actually enjoyed. That you had pined for over and over again. You’d gotten a good bit of practice thus far, but you would never reject an opportunity to gain more experience kissing him. 

Your heart began to beat faster as you snaked your hand under his shirt. You ran your fingers up his chest, feeling his skin shudder as his breath hitched at the contact. His kiss became softer and slower, and he pulled his lips away before leaning into your forehead. 

“This is new,” he noted breathlessly, his hand gingerly cupped behind your neck. “Not that I’m complaining.”

His lips were back on yours just as quickly as they had separated. Your hand persisted underneath his shirt, your wrist working to undo the buttons that your hand had gone between. You couldn’t believe that Steven was being as gentle as he was. It made sense, he was always gentle, but you could tell from his breath that he was bursting at the seams. Enthusiastic in all things, you guessed. This wouldn’t be any different. 

“Steven—” You grumbled into his mouth, not quite wanting to pull away, but having to fight the growing panic in your chest. You didn’t know what exactly to do next and you knew sooner or later he was going to notice your apprehension, which bordered on a lack of participation. 

“Hmm?” He slowed down his kiss, not pulling away but giving you ample chance to do so. You racked your brain for the right words to say to him, but there was no way to beat around the bush. “I need to talk to you first.”

He pulled away, puzzled. After all, you were the one who had initiated this. His hand left your neck, but yours stayed awkwardly on his chest. You could feel his heart beating nearly as fast as yours. 

“Is something wrong?” Steven’s cheeks tinged with red as he asked you the question. 

“Nothing’s wrong. Well, I guess. Nothing’s wrong with you, baby, it’s just…” Again, no sugar-coating this. “I’ve never done this before.” 

“You… what?” His face bore an innocent confusion. He was really gonna make you say it, wasn’t he? “Never done what?” 

“I’m a virgin, Steven.” His eyes widened at that word. A million thoughts ran across his eyes, though you couldn’t make out a single one. He seemed to blush a bit harder and you were sure that you were blushing, too. 

He didn’t say anything. He just stared at you with puppy dog eyes. Ironically lust-filled ones. 

“Is that a problem?” You didn’t like the silence. Now it was your turn to ramble. “I’m just a little scared, is all. I don’t know exactly what to do. I mean, I know how it works in theory, but I’ve never gotten this far. I don’t want to make a big deal out of it, but I also want to make you feel good. I’m kind of a mess, you know. I’m a bit uncoordinated, too. I’m just so nervous that I won’t do something right—”

“Love?” 

“Yeah?” 

“You’re doing great. We’re gonna do this together and I’m gonna walk you through it, yeah? Unless you don’t want me to do that.” He seemed very matter-of-fact in the way he was speaking. It seemed out of place to you for Steven to talk so casually about sex. It brought a wave of relief through you, too. If he was so confident about this, then surely you had nothing much to worry about. 

“You sure that won’t be too awkward? I don’t want you to feel like you’re babying me.” Your face was on fire by now. The heat in your belly had been transformed to something kind of like nausea. You hoped it wouldn’t stay like that. 

“Don’t worry about that. I want you to be comfortable.” His eyes were doughy and sweet and his hand returned to its place on your neck. He used his other arm to sweep under your chin before planting a little peck on your lips. “Just go on until you feel that you need help.”

You returned to your previous rhythm of snogging him, not letting your racing thoughts interrupt your body’s movements. This part at least was intuitive, you continued to lean into his touch as his shirt slowly came unbuttoned. As he pressed up into your waist, you could feel how tight his pants were becoming. You didn’t know how to feel about that, but your body had its own response. 

You couldn’t stop the whimper from escaping your lips as he tentatively bucked up into you. He was restraining his strength—that much you could tell—but he wasn’t hiding the fact that he really wanted you to keep going. The sound that you’d made without realizing seemed to set him off, too. He let a harsh breath out against you as his grip tightened on your neck. 

Steven, my dress,” You whispered as you moved your mouth to his neck. Your brain was clouded even though all of your senses had kicked into overdrive. Your dress was suddenly far too cumbersome, the fabric digging into your skin in a hundred different places at once. You reached your hand down to grab his arm, guiding it up to the zipper on your back. 

Wow. I can’t believe I just did that. 

He wasted no time in pulling it down. You gasped a bit as your bare skin was exposed to the cool air, but the feeling was quickly undermined by the relief of the way the fabric fell off your skin. Steven’s calloused hand left goosebumps on your back. He trailed his hand upward lazily as you pressed hot kisses onto his neck. 

“You think we ought to move to the bed?” His voice was choked. You leaned upward to see his eyes shut tightly as he tried not to buck into you again. It wasn’t a nice feeling that he was holding back for your sake, but it was a very pretty sight. 

“We probably should.” You stood up off of him, catching your dress before it could cascade off you altogether. Steven gathered a breath as he sat up on the couch, running his knuckle over his mouth and looking up at you, absolutely drunk with lust. 

He shed his button-up as he followed you to his bedroom, and you couldn’t quite feel your legs. He fumbled with his belt buckle after tossing his shirt over to the hamper in the corner of his room. You figured now would be a good time to drop your dress. And so you did, kicking it up with your foot and turning it in your hands until it formed a ball that you could throw to the hamper as well. You held your breath for Steven’s response. 

He was in heaven. His eyes ran across your body like you were a statue of one of the Greek gods. He didn’t know what to do with himself and he very obviously twitched in his pants the second he laid eyes on you. It was more than reassuring, if not a bit shocking. 

“You’re so gorgeous, darling.” Steven’s hands returned to your body as you sat on the foot of the bed. You brought your lips back against his, now fighting an urge to rake your fingers through his hair. Actually, raking them through wouldn’t be a problem, but you were fighting the odd urge to pull his hair. 

He pushed you back against the mattress, gently and slowly to gauge exactly how nervous you were. Steven could never bear to hurt you, and he certainly wasn’t willing to overstep your boundaries. He was eager for you, though, and he knew that he needed to push your limits if you were ever going to muster the courage to do this tonight. 

“You know, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” Of course he meant the words genuinely, but you weren’t blind to the fact that he really, really wanted to keep going. You shook your head at his statement. If you were going to do this, now was the time. And your body was screaming for you to do this. 

“I’m okay, baby. We can keep going.” By now his erection was more than evident against his pants. You reached to unbutton them, but your arms were not quite long enough. You ended up pulling Steven’s face into your chest, causing him to fumble his weight. He sucked in a short breath, surprised. “Sorry!”

“S’okay,” He laughed lightly into your breast, looking up at you as you were hit with subtle embarrassment. He ran his fingertips along the top of the lace, a patient smile on his lips. “You’re doing great. Just keep going and remember to use your words.” 

He slid his own hand down to his waist, unbuttoning his pants before returning his grasp to your bust. He fumbled behind you for the clasp of your bra. 

A quick wave of panic ran through you as he pressed his fingers underneath the band more agilely than you expected of him. Steven had never seen you naked before, and now was the perfect time for all of your insecurities to rush to the forefront of your brain. In spite of your trust in him and your growing heat, you felt yourself starting to forget how to breathe. 

Steven took notice of this. 

“Hey, love, it’s alright.” He leaned back for a moment, not understanding what exactly had set you off. He surveyed your body for anywhere he might be holding you too close; maybe he didn’t realize he was hurting you? But there was no injury. You were physically fine. “I thought we were doing pretty well. What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know how to explain. I just feel like something’s going to go wrong.” You gave him a pathetic look and he knew that there was no merit in your apprehension. He didn’t want to trivialize, though, so he thought carefully before he said his next words. 

“Is there something I can do to ease your mind? Some kind of… fantasy or something that you feel like we could play out?” He was grasping at straws, but Steven was confident enough in his sexuality that tonight could be all about you and it’d be no problem to him. He was so goddamn smitten by you, he was willing to do close to anything to make a sex life between you work out. In reality, he wouldn’t really need to change anything at all. 

“Don’t laugh.”

“Darling, I would never laugh at you. Now out with it.”

“Can you just… tell me that I’m not too big for you?”

Steven’s eyes grew the widest you’d ever seen them, but that look of shock was quickly replaced with something else. Anger? Annoyance? Determination? You didn’t know exactly, but it was almost a scary look. If looks could kill, except there was something genuinely unhinged in the way he stared back at you. He let out a low scoff. It was sour, offended. 

“You think you’re… too big for me?” He replaced his hand against the clasp of your bra, quite aggressively snapping it apart, though he didn’t move to pull the cups or straps away yet. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Where the hell does a thought like that come from? It couldn’t be farther from the truth, love. I don’t think you’re too big. What does that even mean?”

He ran his knuckle along your face, studying you for your reaction to his words. They sent relief through you, of course, but they also were sending something else. Something you weren’t used to feeling. Steven’s aggressive words of affirmation sent concentrated heat straight down between your legs, all but setting you on fire. His gaze softened a bit. From his perspective, you still looked terrified. 

“Why would I want you to be any smaller? Hmm? That just means that there’s less of you to hold. I would be mental to want that.” You couldn’t help yourself but to gain more confidence as he continued to ramble on. “Why would I want any less of these?” 

On his own vocal cue, he pushed the cups of your bra away from your breasts, revealing to himself your bare chest. You were nervous to see his reaction, but he wasn’t exactly going to give you one. Not in the way you were thinking, at least. With no forethought, he pressed his face into your skin, taking your nipple gently in his mouth. The humid warmth juxtaposed the cool air. You gave up fighting the urge to tug on his curls. 

“Steven!“ You whispered, surprised by his fervor. You were grateful, though, as his excitement only fed your self-assurance. This time, more carefully, you reached for his pants with only one hand, able to just barely reach the fabric. 

His whole body shuddered at the barely-there contact of your hand. If only you could reach just a tiny bit further, but his groin was even farther from you now that he was at eye-level with your chest. Your nervousness was slowly warping into impatience. You had the urge to grind up into him. 

“Darling. Words.” Steven’s voice was barely audible against your skin. He’d noticed the restiveness of your hips, which weren’t at a decent angle to gain any friction from him. He wasn’t making assumptions, though, for the sake of letting you set the pace. 

“I need more.” You heard the sounds leave your lips, though you hadn’t decided to say them. Your body was more than a few steps ahead of your poor, anxious brain. He whimpered a bit as you tugged on his curls, sending another wave of heat downward. “Please. Now.”

“I’m going to take these off, okay?” Steven looped a finger under the band of your panties. You nodded, shifting your weight as he pulled them down over your thighs. As he tossed them aside, he took a pause to remove his dress pants as a means of evening the playing field a bit. He was cheerful, almost goofy as he crawled back onto the bed. 

“This is the bit where you get to tell me what to do. I know I said it’d be the other way around.” He planted kisses on your thighs, carefully spreading your legs and leaning down against your frame. “Now I’m going to assume that what I’m doing doesn’t feel good or bad. You’ve got to tell me otherwise.”

The noise that he drew from your mouth as he pressed a finger gently to your core was the most desperate sound you could have made. Even you were surprised, as up until this point you’d been so on the fence about any of this. Steven was remarkably calm, but he raised his eyebrow at the filthy little groan. He held his hand still, much to your dismay. 

“What’s that, love?” He had to be teasing you, right? You couldn’t tell if his patience and selflessness would prove to be a blessing or a curse. 

“F—Feels good. Keep going.” Your own voice was ringing in your ears, but it slowly faded as the sounds of Steven’s pleasure overtook them. You were scared that you were coming off desperate as you moved your legs to plant your feet and gain more leverage. Steven smiled a little, though, giving a hint that your neediness was what he wanted to see. 

He pressed a finger slowly into you, using his thumb to circle your clit. You figured Steven knew his anatomy, so he must be avoiding direct contact on purpose. Now the tentativeness was proving to be an annoyance. The stretch felt good, though it wasn’t nearly enough. Steven’s fingers were stockier than your own, and the angle was different than you were used to. You pressed downward onto his hand. 

“Easy, darling. Don’t hurt yourself.” Steven used his other hand to hold down your hips. He didn’t use much force, more utilizing his strength as a warning than as a restraint. You couldn’t help yourself, though, from trying to force him deeper into you. 

“Steven, more.” You felt separated from your head. He pressed his thumb right into your clit, lining a second finger up to follow beside the first one. Your legs were shaking with the urge to push up again and your hand was dangerously rough as it abused his scalp, the other white-knuckling the sheets. What you said next was something you had never imagined you’d have the guts to say to a man in this position. 

“Use your mouth.”

You couldn’t expect his reaction to that. Steven let out a groan, low and deep from the pit of his chest. A sly smile stretched across his lips and he almost looked proud of you. He also happily obliged your request. 

With Steven’s tongue working in tandem with his fingers and thumb, it was hard for you to think, let alone continue giving him direction. He found a rhythm pretty quickly, his fingers pumping slowly and deeply as his tongue kept the pressure on your entrance unpredictable. Before long, he was grinding against the bed, panting and whining into your cunt. 

His voice sent you over the edge. 

With a particularly feral whimper from him, you were pulsing over his fingers and all but yelling expletives as you came. Uncoordinated and blinded by stars, you tugged at the back of his neck until he crawled up to meet you at eye level. 

“Did that feel good?” He was definitely teasing you now. Steven knew the answer to his question, but he relished the sight of you coming down from your high. Your eyelids struggled to open even a bit and your chest heaved underneath him as you fought to steady your breath. Your limbs were weak, but you felt too determined to give up on him now, especially after the pleasure he’d just given you. 

“Your turn.” You muttered, fighting the fatigue that wouldn’t let you sit up. You propped yourself up on your elbow, using your other arm to reach out to him. 

He had leaked a wet spot onto his briefs, his erection painfully hard underneath the thin layer of cotton. This part would be another first for you and you had no frame of reference for what to expect. You traced the outline of him through the fabric, too shy to just reach your hand in. His hand darted to meet yours and he snaked his fingers in between yours from behind, effectively guiding your hand. 

“Do you have a condom?” You asked sheepishly as he pressed your hand against him with more force. There was an unfamiliar look in his eyes, one that was too calm given the situation. His expression didn’t match his body. 

“I do.” His voice was different from before. Much less tentative, though it was still soft. “I assume you’re asking because you want me to fuck you?” 

That you didn’t expect from him. Steven was the kind of person to use “darn” and “my word” instead of even the most family-friendly expletives. But there was no lack of confidence in his words, and he stared at you as though he was sincerely waiting for your response. You moved your hand upward, squeezing his tip lightly through the fabric. 

“Yes. I do.” Your voice wasn’t as confident as you would have liked, but you got your point across nonetheless. All of the cliche first time racing thoughts took their turns in your brain, but you couldn’t deny that you wanted him to continue. 

Is this going to hurt? What if he’s too big for me? What if the condom breaks? Wait, am I supposed to just lie here and let him do all the work? That doesn’t seem right, but what else can I do? 

Your hand grazed a particularly sensitive spot, causing Steven’s breath to hitch. He dropped his hand from yours, leaning back so that you couldn’t quite reach him anymore. 

“We should speed this up, yeah?” He stepped off of the bed to rid himself of his briefs. As he turned to the side, you noticed the muscles along his back flexing and relaxing as he bent his arms and leaned forward. For the first time, his strength was a bit scary to you. Your innermost thoughts were fears that he would break you apart. 

Steven turned back to face you, finally absent of his clothes as you had been for the last little while. You honestly had no frame of reference for how big he was—besides porn of course, but you knew better than to use that for comparison. You tried not to dwell on the sight too much, other than noting that he was surprisingly thick, so you turned your attention to something else as he dug through his bedside drawer. 

“Would it be weird if I put your condom on for you?” Your voice was tiny against the sound of his hands rummaging through the drawer. He raised an eyebrow at you, an amused look of contemplation on his face. 

“That depends. Do you know how?” His gaze didn’t break from the drawer, but you could see that he already had the packet in his hand. The smile on his face was cheeky, but it wasn’t patronizing or rude. 

“Yeah. I mean—I’m pretty sure I do.” You recalled rolling one onto a banana in sex ed during high school. It couldn’t be much different than that, right? 

“Then I say go for it, love.” He tossed the condom at you before dramatically plopping down on the bed, leaning back and letting his legs dangle off the edge. As obviously hard as he was, he didn’t seem to be much in a rush. He looked pretty content, actually. Silly, even. 

The hardest part of the ordeal was just getting the wrapper open. You fiddled for a minute with the edge, all the while Steven had to suppress his laughter. 

“Shut up!” You whined at him before giving up and ripping the wrapper with your teeth. It wasn’t the condom itself that you were unsure of; you were still a bit scared to touch Steven. Your apprehension was obvious all over your face. 

“You know it doesn’t bite, right?” The expression on his face was somewhere between snarky and cute. He knew that a line like that would have been off-putting a half hour ago, but it was the perfect level of teasing to match your energy now. 

It took a bit longer than it should have for you to roll the condom to the base of his dick, but he didn’t mind, and he noted how impressed he was that you had managed to put it on correctly. He did, however, mind that your hands were all over him and he believed he needed to hold back his words of praise. Not because the words themselves would be too much; Steven knew if he opened his mouth to worship you he’d be unable to stop, and you didn’t need to be overwhelmed tonight. 

“Alright, love,” He crawled over you tentatively, again with a surprising aura of calmness and patience. “I’m going to go really slow. If I’m hurting you, you have to tell me, okay?”

“Okay. I trust you, baby.” You didn’t know exactly what to do with your hands, but you knew that you wanted to be closer to him than you already were. He lined himself up with your hips, again using his hand to gauge how ready you were for him. You’d never been aroused enough to want more than one orgasm in a night, but Steven’s demeanor was leaving you less and less satisfied with the one he’d already pulled from you. 

As he slowly pushed in, you elected to wrap one arm up around his neck, using the other to brace yourself against the sheets. The stretch was a lot more than you were anticipating and you instinctively tensed around him at the unfamiliar feeling. 

“Relax, love,” he stilled, well shy of bottoming out. A thin layer of sweat was covering you both, though you were sure his position was more uncomfortable than yours. “It’ll feel better that way. I don’t want you to be in any pain.” 

You took a deep breath before untensing your muscles. Steven waited for a second before continuing to move deeper into you. He shut his eyes to help him focus on his movement, not completely trusting himself to hold steady as pent-up as he already was. 

“You feel alright?” He asked as he finally bottomed out. You nodded, breathless, still focusing on keeping yourself relaxed. The feeling was neither good nor bad, but it was wildly unfamiliar. You took a moment to get used to the sensation of fullness before speaking to him. 

“I’m good.” You took another few deep breaths and it became easier for you to fight the tension in your limbs. He looked at you with an inquiring face, his lips parted slightly and his eyes lidded. “You can move, I think.” 

“You’re doing so good, love,” Steven hummed before pulling back out only slightly faster than he’d pushed in. While the stretch had been a bit of an awkward feeling, you didn’t like the emptiness left in his absence. This time, when he bottomed out again, you were much more receptive to the feeling. It felt less like an intrusion, more like a welcome advance. 

He set a slow pace, attentive to any sign that you were in pain or otherwise unhappy. Steven watched as the stress melted from your face and, before long, nothing but contentment remained. More heat was rushing down to your core, feeding your desire to be closer to him and warping the contentment into a hunger for more. 

“Can—Can you go faster?” You asked him with a hitch in your breath. He’d been waiting for you to say that. You arched your back up in an attempt to kiss him, effectively changing the angle that he was pressing into you. Something inside you shot a wave of electricity up your spine. 

That feeling was new. 

“Steven, there.” You pushed your chest up further, having trouble supporting yourself but chasing the new stimulation. He got the jist of what you were asking and leaned down to meet the angle you were requesting. Another electric shock overcame you. 

A guttural moan erupted from your mouth and you tensed around him. Steven squeezed his eyes shut again, throwing his head back with a soft “fuck” and sputtering a bit in his pace. 

You pulled him down to kiss you, causing his breath to catch in his throat. Everything felt so good, it wasn’t the kind of good that you had imagined it would be. It was blissful and not at all desperate. It was warm and it was soft and it was safe, and you chased the feeling even more. You licked into his mouth, drawing a low, groggy moan from him. 

Your pleasure was building steadily in your core. To the best of your strength, you began to roll your hips to match his pace, gaining a bit of friction on your clit that almost hurt in combination with the other feelings. You couldn’t keep yourself from clenching around him again. Steven’s rhythm began to falter, more curses falling from his lips and into yours. 

The lack of air you were experiencing from abusing his mouth was only fueling your high. You pulled away as the pleasure forced you to arch your back. You were dangerously close. 

“Don’t stop.” You managed to say between gasps. Steven had no intention of stopping, though he was having a lot of trouble steadying his pace. He was getting close, too.

You came around him with a stifled cry, a desperate sound that would have embarrassed you if you could’ve been bothered to care. Your orgasm pulsed through you and you lost your balance against him. The tensing of your body sent him over the edge, too. 

He struggled to hold enough of his weight that he wasn’t smothering you, though you wouldn’t have minded much if he did collapse atop your stomach. For a few long moments he just stayed there, gasping for breath. You were having trouble steadying your own breath as well, but you at least had the mattress to support you. 

“That was…” He tried to say, but he was panting with too much force to get it out. 

“A lot.” You finished for him. Of course, that wasn’t what he was going to say, but he appreciated the thought. “My god.” 

“I was going to say ‘amazing,’ but what you said works, too.” He laughed, breathless. “Don’t know what you were so bloody worried about. I’d say you’re a natural.”

He pulled away and disappeared for a half-second in the en-suite bath, making your heart skip a single beat. He returned, though, having disposed of the condom and holding a warm washcloth in his hand. 

“I don’t know, babe,” You teased as he crawled back up onto the bed, “I’ll definitely need some more practice.”

He rolled his eyes. You could see another trademarked Steven ramble brewing underneath his satisfied gaze. You wondered how he still had the energy for one. 

“I’m not sure what you’d like to do now, but I’ve got a few ideas. First and foremost, though, you should probably use the toilet because I know enough about UTIs to know I don’t want you to get one. We can shower together, if you want, but I understand if that’s too big of a step right now. I brought you a towel if you’d rather just clean up a bit and do something else. We can still watch the movie, I’ve got microwave popcorn around here somewhere—”

“I think I can take it from here, love.” You giggled lazily as he handed you the rag. The movie sounded good, but so did turning in early. You were tired. “Thank you for taking care of me.” 

“Of course, darling. I hope everything felt okay. You’re feeling alright now, aren’t you? I mean, I don’t mean to assume…” 

“I feel wonderful.” You pecked a kiss on his cheek. Steven blushed at you a tiny bit before reaching for a clean pair of boxers. “You did great.” 

“Kinda weird that you’re saying that to me, huh?” He cupped your cheek before heading for the kitchen. “Now really, go pee. I’m gonna go make some tea. You want to finish the movie?”

“We can do that. I might not stay awake all the way through.” You glanced down at the pile of clothes that hadn’t made it to the hamper. A mildly sad thought occurred. “Honey, do you have something I can wear?”

Steven’s shirts wouldn’t fit you, unfortunately. You didn’t dwell on that, though, not giving any bad thoughts the opportunity to hold their ground. Not after the phenomenal evening you had made. 

“There’s a robe hanging on the bathroom door.” He called to you, already putting on the kettle. “Guess you’ll need to bring a change of clothes from now on.”

“I can certainly live with that.”

You wound up snuggled together on the old couch, both minimally dressed and more than exhausted from the day. The Princess Bride continued playing on the screen, but neither of you paid too much attention to that. You abandoned the idea of popcorn, much too tired to eat.

Surprisingly, nothing felt too different about tonight, save for the fact that Steven was wearing far fewer clothes. You were just as content, just as giggly and just as easy-going as ever. If you had more energy, the two of you probably could have gone bowling after all. Steven made intimacy with you feel inherent. It was something he was meant to do with you. 

“I don’t want to walk home.” You grumbled into his chest about the time the credits started to roll. You certainly didn’t want to put back on that cumbersome dress. 

“I wouldn’t dream of that, love. Why don’t you stay here with me?” 

Going to sleep that night was the most natural thing in the world, too. Steven held you gently, but warmly enough that you knew he’d never want to let you go. Nothing could ever make him want to let you go. 

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[julie-su]

A Time Called The Great Peace - Chapter 1

Somewhere, a long time ago, in a zone far from our ‘prime’ zone, rests Moebius - the ‘anti-mobius’, if you will. The inhabitants of this zone are each much different from the Mobius we all know, a much more hostile and harsh land. If Mobius is full of brave-hearted, loving souls aching to lend a hand, then Moebius is its stark opposite. Cold, hateful nobodies, cowards looking out for Number One. And in the middle of this anti-Mobius, sits in his living room one Anti-Sonic, known just as ‘Sonic’ to his world, just seven tender years old. At this time, he is waiting for his father, Jules, to return home.

For a being of pure speed, minutes seem to stretch and pool into torturous lengths. If only he could stretch his legs, he thought… Unfortunately for the boy, his mother was at home today; Bernie, his strict, unfeeling, underbearing mother. He was strictly instructed to stay put. You see, with super speed, comes super messes - his mother very much liked her house to stay pristine. He was ne’er allowed to do so much as listen to the radio, for the sound might disturb her. He wondered what the point of even having a radio was, if nobody was allowed to touch it. He wondered for a while, probing the thought with everything in his brain, stretching it out for entertainment fodder, crucially aware of the slowing, maddening seconds. He wondered why he was cursed to be so fast, in a world that forced him to be so slow.

CLACK. K’CHINK. The door! The boy perked up on the sofa, attuned to the sounds of the door unlocking - his father was finally home! He watched as his pops proudly strode through the entrance hall, disrobing his coat and laying it on the coat stand. Jules wandered through the living room, marching on straight past his son. “Dad-” Sonic began, clambering off of the sofa, excited to see his father - it had been a whole month since he had seen him; he didn’t quite understand politics, but he knew that it was supposedly an important tour for his father, spreading peace and goodwill. ‘Beloved Jules, the kindest sweetheart of our time’, Sonic recalled reading on a newspaper clipping. He watched him walk on by, as if he hadn’t heard him. He wondered if his father had trouble hearing, sometimes - dad had never seemed to notice him, until the moment he was tugging on his arm practically begging for attention.

He followed after him, tilting his head. “Dad?” he walked next to him, peering up at him, trying to catch his attention - to no avail. This was swiftly getting old. Impatient, he sped up, running circles around his father, forcing him to pay attention to him. A good plan, really - until, of course, just at this moment, who else but his mother rounded the corner. Of course, of course! She wouldn’t come a minute later, nor a minute earlier - not even in the long time he had spent sitting still, would she walk in, and witness how restrained and patient he had been. She only ever saw him when she deemed he was misbehaving, even though he tried his hardest to be good. “SONIC T. HEDGEHOG. What do you think you are doing to my carpets?” Bernie didn’t quite yell, but to him, it felt like it filled the whole room- no, the whole WORLD.

His feet stopped. His heart stopped. He did not turn to face her. “But, mum…” He began, feeling thoroughly slighted by the world. Why was he always punished for everything? If being a ‘kind sweetheart’ meant so much in this family, how come he never witnessed anyone following suit?

Jules stretched his back, seeming tired. “Dear, can’t you just send him to his room? I’ve had a long day already…” Sonic looked up at him, in disbelief. Why would nobody ever talk to him like he was a person?! He understood that his father was busy, but couldn’t he at least acknowledge his presence? But, his astonishment only lasted for a second, as his mother approached him. Backing up a little, he covered his ears, so that they could not be tugged on. “I CAN TAKE MYSELF!” He hurriedly blurted out, still cupping his ears with his hands. At least, he reckoned, it hurt a lot less to be dragged by the arm, than the ear… Bernie stopped, folding her arms. “You’ll be taking yourself towards a smacked bottom, if you don’t hurry off to your room, young man.”

That was enough for him, walking slowly, as to not further incur her wrath - she hated him running, right? So, he reckoned that walking slowly would make her happy. Wouldn’t it? He stared at the ground, still holding onto his ears. “Boy…” Bernie began, sounding it out as a warning. “If you dare sass me like that,” ENOUGH! He gave up! Anything he could possibly do is the wrong answer! He sped off to his bedroom as fast as his legs could take him, slamming the door. 

Cowering under his bed frame, little Sonic waited in fear. His heart pounded in his throat, ears diligently perked in case he may hear the footsteps of his mother following him up the stairs. But, they didn't seem to come. He waited until his bones ached from crouching, until the wooden slats imprinted marks onto his skin, just in case even so much as a creaking floorboard might sound the change in her decision to leave it be. After what felt like an age, he finally, slowly crawled out, his heartbeat regulating out. He didn’t quite feel safe, no - but, he felt the closest thing to it.

He sat on the floor of his room, biting his lip and trying not to cry. ‘Boys don’t cry’, they’d tell him. So, he didn’t cry. No matter how much he wanted to cry, he wouldn’t. He looked out at his window, face red hot. Whatever ‘freedom’ his father was fighting so hard for, he wanted the opposite of it - if that meant that he would be out of this stupid bedroom, in this stupid house. He cracked the window open, slipping out onto the roof, climbing down onto their vacant doghouse, which acted as a step. He reckoned that they wouldn’t even notice his absence - they obviously didn't care for him!

He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, working it all off. He wished his head wasn’t so full of thoughts. He rubbed his eyes, his face full of — SMACK. Forget that… His face was now full of somebody else’s face! “OW!” A young girl’s voice sounded off, now tangled with him. “Watch it, dummy!” Sonic scowled, OF COURSE THE UNIVERSE WOULD THROW SOMEBODY IN FRONT OF HIS EYES WHEN HE TOOK A SECOND TO WIPE ‘EM! “You watch it! I’ve been watching where I was going this whole run, why shouldn’t you?!” He untangled himself, stomping his foot, standoffish.

“‘Cuz I don’t move like a gnat on caffeine!” She giggled a little, finding his insults funny, down to the mannerisms. “I’m Sally. Don’t cross me, my daddy can throw ya in the dungeons! OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!” she grinned, mimicking a guillotine with her hands. Sonic pouted, not finding it so funny. “I’m Sonic, and I’m NOT a gnat.” He glowered, lowering his head. “I’ll throw YOUR dad in a dungeon! He’s a dumb, stupid king, and I hate him.” he stuck his tongue out, having NONE of this.

She tilted her head, prodding him inquisitively. “Wouldja? Couldja? Wanna do it with me?” she circled around him, skipping as she went.

“What, bump off your da?!” Sonic squinted, not quite following. He didn’t like her already, the poking and prodding was REALLY getting on his nerves. And now she was playing some weird game with him, that he had no interest in following along with. Sally nodded. “Yeah! Really! You’re that speedster kid, right? You have super powers! I hate my daddy.” She clasped her hands behind her back, suddenly pouting herself, drawing circles in the dirt with the toe of her boot solemnly. “I wanna be queen already. It’s not fair! Daddy says I’m too big for my boots, or whatever.” Sonic squinted. “And why should I care about that?!” he raised his head, trying to look down on her, though she was a touch taller than him. “Oh!” Sally looked up, with a sudden grin again. “Cuz you can be my king! C’mon, I can’t do it on my own!” she held onto his arm, pulling it a little. Sonic wrinkled his nose. “Eeeew. And what makes ya think I’d wanna do that?!” he pulled his arm back, in half a mind to run away as fast as he could. BUT, this was the first proper conversation he’d had since he’d lost a battle of wits to the boy down the road again last week, so he reckoned he’d stay a little while longer. “Welllll…” She grabbed his arm again, thinking about it as she leaned up against him. “Your dad is Mister Jules, right?” He squinted sceptically at her, wondering where she was going with THIS, now. “Yeah, why? What’s it to ya?” She looked around, then back at him. “Don’t ya get sick of him? Don’t ya wanna tell HIM what to do?” He half-shut his eyes, bored with this conversation. “No.” He thought a little more, thinking such a thought, that he was sure he would be punished when he got home. “... But I do wanna tell my ma what to do.”

Grinning with near malice, Sally tugged on his arm. “Kings can tell anyone what to do, right? Ya get what I’m sayin’?” Sonic’s eyes widened. “What?” he felt like he was being bestowed too much power, all at once. Could she even do that? The chipmunk girl in front of him CERTAINLY was the princess. Would the universe even allow this for him? “...Are you always this stupid, or did you just get brained knocking into me?” she looked sarcastically at him. He scowled. “No, not that! I get it! But-” he himself looked around, nervous. “Is that… Allowed?” the edge of his mouth was showing the start of a grin, but he wouldn’t allow it just yet.

“I mean-” she put a palm to her face, as she had seen her own father do when he was especially frustrated. “It’s treason, dude. That’s the point.” Sonic growled with frustration, getting very tired of this. “Why do you keep making me out to be dumb?!” he scuffed his shoe on the ground, kicking up dirt at nothing in particular. “I mean, like - I don’t know… It’s all I’ve ever wanted. I don’t get ANYTHING I want, ever. Why should I get to be king?” his voice cracked a little. He also wasn’t entirely sure what a ‘treason’ was, but he felt he could infer. Sally shrugged, looking around. “Cuz we spent our whole lives listening to dumb adults, so we should get to make them listen to us!” She posed triumphantly, still just seven years old.

He thought about it, pondering what that’d mean. It felt TOO good, too much power … And he was ready for it. It was about time, he reckoned. “..Alright, I’ll join you.” he grinned, putting his hand out. She looked down at it, grabbing it with a grin, pulling him onto the ground and forcing him into a headlock. “Great! Meet me tomorrow night, same place?” she giggled, crushing him just a little. “GAH!!” He tried to throw her off, irate. “Fine! Sure! Whatever! Get OFF of me!” He finally succeeded, dusting himself off, grumpy. Sally stuck the landing, clasping her hands together as if nothing had happened, giggling sweetly. “Okay, cool! See you then! Also by the way, there’s already other guys in my group, so you’ll have to fight for the position of king. OKAY BYE!!” She skipped off into the woods, leaving him all on his own.

“Blech.” Sonic stuck his tongue out, sitting down by the tree. “That girl has issues.” he hugged his knees, not quite ready to go home yet, thinking on his lonesome about everything that had just transpired. His head spun a little, toying with the idea of becoming a king. It made him as nervous as it did excited - was he allowed to want such grandiose things? He couldn't quite see it working out just yet, it felt to him as if there was a missing key somewhere. But he did prefer the presence of someone else, even though she'd left him with a sore neck, and a wounded sense of pride.

He thought about it, the weight of it in his mind, and the bizarre sensation that just a while before this, he was sitting on the settee, squeezing the most mundane of thoughts for a droplet of entertainment. That sounds just about right - you wish for something to think about, and, well - the universe complies, doesn't it?!

He yawned, looking around at the falling twilight, deciding that it was time enough that he headed home, to his bed. He kicked off his run, making top speeds through the path, ready to have a lie-down. His mattress might be old and worn, and the springs dug into his back so that he had to lie on his duvet to get any solace at all - but, it was HIS bed. And right now, that was just what he needed.

Soon enough, he was outside of his house, scaling that same empty doghouse. He pulled himself up onto the window sill, surprised to be met with the glass pane that he was certain he had left open. Uh oh.. He felt hot and sweaty all of a sudden, his stomach swirling and brain flattening out. He tried to pull the window up, reasoning that perhaps the wind had closed it! Alas, the catch was drawn, and the window would not budge. Of course, the ONE night he chooses to head out, they’d come to check on him! He kept pulling it out of desperation, nervous to meet his mother right now - he would likely have to ring the doorbell, and, well - he’d rather postpone the inevitable. He could see his bed, it was right in front of him - but, through all of his fear and frustration, it was just tantalisingly out of reach, just like everything seemed to be.

With his heart in his throat, he slowly climbed back down, trying to will his way out of his situation as he sat on the empty doghouse. He looked down, musing to himself. They still had the old doggy door in the back of the house, perhaps he could sneak through…? He wandered around the side of the house, peering into their backdoor window, checking the coast. Scanning the kitchen, he could see the yellow light emanating from the living room… His parents were no doubt in there discussing what they’d do to him, which filled him with a newfound sense of dread. Oh well - if he played his cards right, that’d be tomorrow’s problem. He felt out the outskirts of the doggy door, relieved to feel it give. He slowly pushed his way in through the door, creating an opening just small enough to squeeze his way through. Now inside, he could hear his parents talking. They didn’s hardly on his way to attempting treason.”

Perching himself against the wall to the living room, Sonic could clearly hear his parents talking. “-That boy is fast headed to ending up just like your brother, dear.” “What, Charles? The boy may be misbehaving, but he’s hardly on his way to attempting treason.”

“Yes, well you had better see to it that he isn’t - both of our reputations are at stake already, keeping it hush-hush about ‘dear’ Charles.” Sonic thought about that, blinking. He’d heard hushed mentions of his uncle, but his parents refused to let him visit the man. Treason, huh… There was that word again, the one that chipmunk girl had used that word earlier. Was this his key? He gulped, putting that to the side as he tried to plan out the best path to his room. His ear swivelled atop his head, still listening, although he’d already heard more than enough.

“-He’s your son as much as he is mine, Bernie, what do you expect me to do about it?” “I don’t know, beat it into him! I can’t be parenting the boy the whole way, he needs to hear it from his father. He looks up to you, you know.” Pausing, Sonic stuck his tongue out in the direction of his mother - not that she could see it. He was now listening intently. Dad would defend him, surely. He’d put this whole stupid thing to bed. Maybe dad would even get him off the hook! He’d spent so long hearing about how great of a man he was in the media, after all - and he believed it all. Sure, he was always exhausted when he came home, but he was a courageous man. He had to be!

“I don’t know, Bern..” “Honestly, Jules. Don’t you care about how that boy turns out?” “I’ll be frank, at times I feel that I don’t care for him at all. He’s been nothing but trouble, and I don’t know what we did wrong as parents to be saddled with that nightmare of a boy.” “Come now, Jules! … Well, I can hardly say I don’t agree, now and then. But, you shouldn’t say it!” Sonic looked behind him at the silhouettes with horror. He looked up the stairs, his pulse starting to race. Did his father really just– and his mother- “...Dad?” Sonic peered around the corner. He didn’t care about blowing his cover - he needed the confirmation. Did they really think that about him…? Both of them turned around in surprise. Sonic was shocked to see the look of remorse in his mothers’ eyes. This only made his stomach turn as he looked into his fathers’ eyes, and saw nothing but apathy. Did he not regret it? “Son-” Bernie began, standing up with a gentler cadence than usual, which only riled Sonic up even more.

“I WANT DAD TO TELL ME.” He yelled, louder than he thought that he was ever capable of, directing all of it towards his father.

Jules met this with the same unmoving apathy. “Go to bed, son.” He sounded tired, and perhaps even.. Bored. He looked exhausted. Sonic’s ear twitched, looking back to his mother once again, horrified and full of rage. What was this…? He ran through his options rapidfire in his head, cold sweat pouring down his face. His uncle, his uncle.. Oh, bugger it all, he was going all-in with that confounded chipmunk girl! As far as he was concerned, hearing of his uncle here and now, was more than enough of a hint. This time, he had REALLY heard enough. There was nothing left for him here now, and he had no intention of sticking around to see this one through. His face darkened as he looked at his parents just once more, before speeding out back through the path he’d come in through, ignoring the surprised yell of his mother - he was too fast for them, nothing could make him turn back now. Damn them! Maybe he might just ‘disappear off into the night’. Out, out into the cold dusk, keeping on until he could no longer hear the shouting of his mother; not in his ears, nor in his mind. He felt as if he were in a dizzying trance, not allowing his mind to awaken enough to query that his father had not reached to stop him - just his mother, out of a sense of obligation rather than genuine affection. No, nothing. Not a thought should penetrate his quiet contemplation as he ran. Step, step, step; a rhythmic beat, his mind free from any other thought.

Sonic finally came to his senses in the centre of town, panting heavily, though he was more so mentally exhausted than he was physically. No force on earth could make him face his parents now. He looked around, starting to feel the loneliness sink in as he shivered. He realised now that he had little clue where his uncle lived. He was alone and small, in such a wide and hostile world - and nobody would care if he were to vanish.

#fanfiction #puppywrite #Scourge the Hedgehog #STH #This one has been kicking around for a year or more. Might as well put it up where people can see it XD #This one means a lot to me. #An exploration of 'what DOES make Scourge ..Scourge?' - I wanted him to start the fic as just another Sonic. #I want to explore what makes him tick. What makes a Sonic turn into a Scourge? #bah. I do more than echidnas! #.. I do also have a bunch of julie-su and remington fics. seperately that is. I have julie-su fics... and I have remington fics. #and an eli-za one but I want jenzel's eli-za stuff to shine first so you no get look in at those yet XD #not ellie-za. I mean remy's mother

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Evergreen Ink

Pairing: Mikey Way x Reader Summary: Kinktober Day Seven - Kitchen Sex Warnings: NSFW content Tags: oral sex, praise kink, kitchen sex, fluff Word Count: 2827 A/N: Another short one! Don't worry though, bungalow fic is nearly 9k and drops in two days. If you slander this fic, I will be in your walls tonight. She is my baby. Anyway, enjoy!

Touring was one of the most rewarding experiences in the world, especially alongside your brother and best friends. With that being said, it came with endless stress and sleepless nights, weighed down with homesickness, leaving Mikey tired and empty offstage. As much as he loved performing, he yearned to be back home, for some sort of normality in his high-class world. Even then, it was hard to readjust, having to relearn basic habits that he lost during tours, cooped up in the same bus all day, and rarely having the freedom to sleep in or dine regularly. Luckily, he had you by his side to keep him steady, helping him settle back into a normal life after his time on the road.

Grateful was hardly the right word for it, as it struggled to fully encompass how he felt towards you. He was constantly thanking you for being patient with him and dealing with his restlessness despite how annoyed he got with himself. Mikey had only been home for a few days, and he felt like an intruder from the moment he stepped through the door, regardless of your constant reassurance. You’d learned how to live without him–it wasn’t your independence that bothered him, but rather his dependence on you. Although he loved his freedom, he needed an anchor, someone to come home to when the nights grew cold, willing to hold him as the world caved in.

“You’ve done so much already,” you’d told him, smiling pitifully as he tried to think of ways to make himself useful, desperate to do anything after doing everything for the past few weeks. 

Your patience was priceless, Mikey spewing apologies left and right after each effort to get him to settle in, to breathe for once. He didn’t get to relax on tour, and it showed at night when he’d toss and turn, a high-quality mattress foreign to his sore back, waiting all the while for someone to startle him awake and drag him off to an interview. Guilt filled him to the brim, swallowing him whole until he felt trapped and suffocated, resenting his inability to calm down. You were losing sleep and he knew it. No matter how hard you tried to stay still, your breathing was a dead giveaway, Mikey still familiar with the soft and steady pattern despite your time apart.

Through all of his struggles, you stuck by him, keeping him in your warm embrace, pressing delicate kisses to his chest and mumbling sweet nothings until he could shut his brain off. It was the only routine he had developed, unable to sleep unless he could hear you, feel your lips against his skin, soothing invisible scars and insomnia with a feather-light touch. Not once did you complain; when you said your wedding vows, you meant them, fully dedicated and devoted to him no matter the hardships.

“Baby steps,” you’d reminded him, watching with a heavy heart as he grew frustrated at his lack of self-control, beating himself up after reorganizing the kitchen cabinets for the second time this week.

Mikey needed to do something. He needed to feel important, like he was someone outside of his band. Who was he, when he wasn’t being a teen heartthrob, jamming out onstage in new shoes and a discount personality to go with it? A fraud, he’d guessed at first, until spotting you in the corner of the room, and realizing that if nothing else, he was your husband.

By the end of his first week home, the guilt and defeat had melted away, replaced by appreciation instead. Rather than getting upset at himself, he turned it to gratitude, treasuring your care and attentiveness each day. You had a way of making him feel special, and Mikey soon learned just how much you had missed him, whether that was shown through mundane tasks or in the bedroom. Domesticity was vastly different from anything he’d experienced before, despite having a respectable home life. It was a tricky lifestyle to settle into, still jumping up eagerly when you’d ask him to run errands, but he found himself growing more fond of it each day, gradually learning how to live again.

Today, when you asked him to go pick up groceries, he lit up like a Christmas tree and immediately headed off, happy to do something other than space out. It was nice to be around people again; he felt normal, shopping at the supermarket and then heading home to his normal life. Fame had made basic chores fun, and they made Mikey feel like he was good for something other than playing bass. Plus, he was kind of hooked on the sweet kisses you’d give him for helping out.

It was only half-past five, but you had already started prepping for dinner, figuring it would give you something to do until Mikey got home. There wasn’t much you could do, really, other than clean and cut vegetables, having sent him off to retrieve the rest of the ingredients. Still, it kept you busy, humming along to the radio, hushed tunes from the eighties keeping you company.

You heard the key turn, the creak of the front door, and the sound of footsteps padding through the hall, but you never bothered to turn. Graciously, you focused on Soft Cell and slicing produce, letting Mikey bask in the second-hand peace of a picturesque scene.

Peace wasn’t the only thing he felt, but affection, standing in the doorway and watching lovingly as you cooked dinner for him. He must’ve been the luckiest guy in the world to end up here, a soft, subconscious smile stretching across his lips, swelling with pride as you did something ordinary and still managed to turn it into an art. The sway of your hips as you hummed along to Tears for Fears was captivating, Mikey wholeheartedly believing that perfection stood six feet away from him, meal prepping for their husband.

Eventually, he grew tired of standing around, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around your waist instead, his head resting in the crook of your neck. “You’re so perfect,” he said, voice muffled as he pressed kisses to your skin.

“I could say the same about you,” you laughed quietly, leaning into his touch.

He shook his head, “I’m serious! Just… everything about you, you know? You’ve been so great about all of this, and I know it’s been hard on you.”

“That’s because I love you,” you said, making him smile uncontrollably.

He held you closer and planted a final kiss on your cheek, his lips meeting the shell of your ear. “C’mon, let’s dance.”

You barely had time to wipe your hands on the dish towel before Mikey was turning you around, chests and lips meeting for a brief moment before he pulled you away from the cutting board. His hands naturally flew to your waist, and your arms wrapped around his neck in the same fashion, Mikey giving you a cheesy smile as he spun you around the kitchen. It wasn’t long before he was singing melodramatic renditions of the radio tracks, aiming for your picture-perfect smile as he covered Whitney Houston.

“I love you,” he whispered spontaneously, as if it were a ground-breaking secret meant just for you.

You raised your brows in mock surprise, “Do you now?”

Nodding earnestly, he leaned in close, “I do.���

Gravity pushed the two of you together, your lips meeting ceremoniously in a tender kiss. It was the kind that took you back years, to coffee shop dates and movie nights, because he still gave you butterflies like the first time. Mikey’s kisses were something special, each one meaningful, having evolved from the hormonal type that he gifted to partygoers, now reserved only for you. They’re the kisses that you missed dearly for the past few weeks, plush lips that moved so smoothly against your own, still brushing together when you broke apart to breathe.

His hands were never idle, sneaking under your shirt, desperate for contact, desperate to know this was real. Mikey had a rough history with the universe, often wondering if you were a cruel trick, but alas, you were flesh and bone like him, overflowing with love and contentment. His lips were an anesthetic, luring you mindlessly into a state of peace as if the world could crash down around you and the only sound you’d hear was your heart skipping a beat.

No matter how many kisses you'd exchanged since his return, you couldn’t seem to get enough, more than willing to make up for lost time. Besides, they hadn’t been like this, the kind that had you falling in love with him over and over, Mikey silently convincing you that you meant something, everything, to him.

The way his tongue split your lips was so beautifully careful, as if you’d shatter beneath his fingertips with any less caution. He was meticulous with nearly everything, especially when it involved you, not shoving his tongue down your throat like a horny teenager. Rather, gliding and running it along yours, one of his hands rising to cradle your cheek as he deepened the kiss, lost in the irresistible taste of you. After a moment, he pulled away, leaving another slow kiss on your lips before doing so, and resting his forehead against yours.

You were sure you looked dazed, staring up at him as if he’d hung the moon, while he gave you another sly grin and pulled you back in. It was messier this time, the kind of messy caused by desperation, drunk on passion as your lips slotted against his. Despite the mutual fervor, Mikey carried on with delicacy, his hands firm on your waist as he backed into the counter.

“What about dinner?” you asked, hardly having the strength to protest as he sat you on the countertop.

Lowering to his knees, he shushed you gently. “Dinner can wait.”

It didn’t take more than that for you to bend at his will, mesmerized by hazel eyes spiked with serenity, stomach fluttering as you stared down at him. God, he looked so beautiful beneath you, gazing up at you as if you were sent from the heavens, deserving only the finer things and hoping he was enough. A shiver ran through you as he held your gaze, Mikey still having the same effect on you after so many years.

Hooking his fingers around your sweatpants, he stayed focused on your features, savoring your anticipation as he tugged the fabric down. A sharp inhale broke your silence, the marble cold against your thighs, but his hands were the perfect contrast, gentle and warm as he caressed your skin. Everything about him was enthralling, namely the way he spoke to you, his voice smooth as praise rolled easily off his tongue, causing you to stir and shift closer to him.

“Sit back for me,” he requested softly, ceasing your movements. “You’ve been so good to me, I wanna show my appreciation.”

That was perfectly fine by you, nodding as his lips returned to your skin, his kisses trailing up your legs, higher and higher until he heard your breath hitch, tag-teamed by anticipation and arousal. He looked up at you so innocently, eyes wide as he pressed his lips between your thighs, fabric and friction stealing his kisses away.

“You’ve been so patient,” he told you, soothing the incessant ache with open-mouthed kisses, though you were shielded by thin cotton. “And so, so perfect.”

You almost wanted to turn away, shut your eyes or hide your face, Mikey still leaving you flustered after all this time. He wouldn't let you shy away though, persisting until you knew how loved you really were, how much you deserved his soft kisses and tenderness.

His movements were agonizingly slow, every action teasing as his lips lingered on your skin, tasking his hands with tracing illegible shapes on your thighs. For the first time in days, he seemed content, while you got the flip slide, growing restless as he dawdled.

Right as you went to speak, his fingers slipped beneath your waistband, Mikey staring at you doe-eyed as he tugged off your panties, lips ghosting over your skin. His breath made you shiver, one of your hands slipping away from the countertop to card through his hair, pleasantly surprised when he stayed put. With his hands keeping a firm hold under your thighs, he leaned in close, the tip of his tongue trailing up your slit, reveling in the taste of wanton desire. He moved at a leisurely pace, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your skin, tantalizing swirls of his tongue making you grip the countertop a little tighter. Despite being quite an erotic sight, he still found it pure, yet to act on lust as opposed to love. It was sensual, every motion laced with affection. Your reciprocation showed in the way your eyes softened as you watched him, wonderstruck as he lapped at your cunt, flustered by his eye contact and confidence.

Your sweet gasps and moans were music to his ears, gazing up in adoration as he pulled each sound from you, his name never sounding sweeter than when it poured from your lips, cut off by soft cries as his tongue flicked against your clit. He was overcome with insatiable desire, the only clear thought being you–the arousal that coated his lips, the soft moans that filled his ears, and the way you tugged him closer, greedy for more.

Mikey was happy to give into your silent requests, his eyes locked on yours as he retracted one of his hands, popping two fingers in his mouth before gliding them across your skin, spreading your folds with ease. He set you aflame, your whole body burning up under his gaze, and your muscles wound tight as heat pooled in your abdomen. With parted lips and bated breath, you watched as his tongue ran flat, everything turning warm and wet as his lips wrapped around you.

In return, you gave a shaky moan and drew your thighs together, Mikey hooking your legs over his shoulders as he slid closer. Still clinging to the counter for stability, your free hand rested against the back of his head, pulling him impossibly close. The small act of assertion had him reeling, blessed with the knowledge that you wanted him, wanted his touch, to feel his skin against yours until the world blurred and euphoria flooded your veins. You could hardly feel something other than Mikey, the languid strokes of his tongue growing quicker, having evolved from light and teasing. Your hips ground against him, resolve cracking under the weight of his tongue, heavy as it swirled against you.

Through dense air and tunnel vision, you watched him, tracing over his features and memorizing the sight of him. His cheeks were flushed, porcelain skin tinged pink, while his eyes stayed trained on you, his gaze relaxed and easy as he stared back in awe. Saliva and arousal painted his lips, pairing well with your own, slick and bitten as you tried to keep your voice down. His hair laid lopsided across his forehead, messily pushed back as your hand tangled through it, ‘disheveled’ hardly encompassing his appearance.

He was ethereal, effortlessly sending you spiraling, blasphemy bubbling up in your throat as you came, etching the taste of pure desire on his tongue. Much like a bottle of champagne, the ever-building pressure ceased at once, preluding a steady cool-down as the high fizzled out, leaving you in a paradisiacal afterglow. Mikey slowed as well, resorting to gentle kitten licks until he was sure you couldn't take anymore. Finally, he pulled away, already missing you regardless of the kisses he was peppering on your thighs.

Everything felt serene, from the way he slowly rose from his knees to the tender brushes of his hands, retreating to your waist as he kissed you. It was a moment so fragile that you were half-expecting glass shards to pierce your skin, waiting for something minuscule to shatter the exchange, but the pain never came. From an outside perspective, it was nothing more than a kiss between lovers, a mundane observation lacking the tender passion that encircled the two of you.

It all seemed to fall into place, a week of stress soothed by stolen kisses and sweet affirmations, Mikey’s embrace keeping you on cloud nine.

“I love you,” he whispered again, his forehead resting against yours as his eyes looked earnestly into yours.

This time, you didn’t question or tease, unable to deny your everlasting love. “I love you too,” you whispered back, and he knew it was true.

On stage or off, he would always be something, whether it was a rockstar or a civilian, but between both worlds was a blurred line–one with your name scrawled across it in evergreen ink, because no matter when or where, he would always be yours.

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#mikey way x reader #mikey way smut #mcr x reader #mcr smut

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corpse.

Dull light shone through the shattered window, cold breeze brushing past your blood-stained palms.

Terror. Terror was the state you were stuck living in, dreading every second of every day. 

Rapid, heavy footsteps ran across the creaky wooden floors of your home. You were able to hear the laboured breathing even from the dim attic, mouth instantly sowing closed in suspense. You were hiding.

To say you lived would be an injustice, to say you survived wouldn't be much better. The brash truth is: All the people you love became brain-eating zombies and you did not. You couldn't fathom why. Reparations for past sins might be the reason, but this was no way to live. You furrowed your brows in pain as you clutched onto your empty stomach. You started to think you were already dead.

Leaking water crashed into the floor in routine droplets, piercingly loud in the otherwise noiseless space. The aftermath reverberated and rang in your ears, screeching flatline so explicit you wondered if your eardrums had popped. They definitely hadn't. Not from mere water droplets. Something worse would have to happen.

The creaking gained a pattern, drawing nearer with each reoccurrence. You heard panting from outside the worn-down door. Heavy, meteoric knocks against the timber surface. One, two, three fast raps before— "Let me in!" A voice shouted from outside, panicked.

"Let me in!" A repeat, although with palpable urgency and faster knocks. 

"Please!" Four, five, six. 

"You have to let me in!" Seven, eight… 

"He's going to kill me, please!” Sobbing now, banging at the door pleadingly. “Open the door!" Nine… Ten. 

…

Silence. Ten knocks before it went silent. In a way betraying your guilt, you breathed out heavily. An exhale of relief exited you as doubt of your humanity flashed through your mind. Patient still, you waited. A blood-curdling scream, the thud of a body hitting the ground, a gunshot. 

You waited for one of the above. None came. Only sound in earshot being the monotonous dripping of water splashing and staining the dusty floor. A drink would do you good. Food would do you even better.

—♡—

You felt hungry watching him.

You had been for the few hours he'd rummaged through the village. Pupils observing his every move with carnality.

Walking around with so much determination, protecting that girl with such dedication. It was starving you to see him this way. Buildings obscuring your view of his restless being, slashing and striking at the undead around him. His hair, you decided, must have been used as thread in heaven; so soft, so fluffy. You watched as it bounced and scattered as he ran, lifting a hand to push it out of his eyes. Perfection in the flesh, all the nutrients spilling out of you. 

He was with that girl again. Two blond heads traversing the ruined village you would otherwise be calling home. Cobwebs, desolation, and most prevalently, the groaning. 

An uninspired, continuous groaning you had long grown tired of. It kept you awake at night, the gathered moaning of a brain-dead crowd calling from below you. It kept you petrified throughout the day, staying huddled and malnourished in an uncomfortable corner just so you could live to see your supplementary sunset. The only things that haven’t changed: the yellow sun and its blanched blue moon.

You watched as the girl followed closely behind him-- ‘Leon’, she had screamed numerous times; ‘Ashley’, he had returned.  He protected her with diligence and care, cool and collected in manner from what you managed to see. 

Verging on kissing the attic window just to get a closer look at him. 

Gnawing against dry bone and flossing the flesh out from in-between your teeth. Eating your family. What was left of them, at least. No man could do that— You could never do that, but the thoughts kept you curious. Kept you sane. You thought of it while biting into your hand so hard it marked, so hard it bled. Oozing crimson red to pool in shallow tooth-shaped ditches. Hungry. 

You blinked back to reality as the muffled sound of Leon calling for Ashley grazed your ears. Your eyes were glued on the pair as they slowly faded from your vision. 

You sunk down to the floor as you released a snicker of sorts, raising your hand to inspect its veins for the nostalgic flow of human blood.

One day, you resolved, you would eat him.

um. i dont write horror, wanted to give you something for october though. hope you enjoyed. thank you for reading ♡

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[ID: A Bad Things Happen Bingo card. Various prompts are marked with a half-brain symbol, while the “This Is for Your Own Good” specifically is marked with a full brain symbol. /end ID]

OKAY! So here’s my first fic for my second @badthingshappenbingo​​ challenge!

Note that at the time of my posting this, I am still open for requests--if you want to request something from me, please go to the post linked in my pinned post and read the rules!

This one was requested by @wulverarctos​​!

[ID: A Psychonauts fanfic banner on a black-to-gray gradient background. On the left in white text it says “Prompt #1: This Is for Your Own Good.” On the right is an animated yellow figment of Loboto’s teddybear with a pair of electroshock electrodes (which look vaguely like a pair of headphones with a wire coming off the top center) on his head. /end ID]

Prompt: This Is for Your Own Good Characters: Fred Bonaparte & Caligosto Loboto, pre-Psychonauts (orderly!Fred and patient!Loboto) Warnings: Choking, discussion of electroshock therapy

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Cool air whistled through the open windows at the end of the hallway, the moon outside providing the faintest illumination in the otherwise dark asylum. The weighty, metal flashlight Fred wielded could have brought more light, but he knew from experience there wasn't much to see. He'd walked these halls more than enough times to be able to do it blindfolded.

Stopping by the last door, he peered through the small slot. Once again, thanks to the clear night, he was able to tell just from the meager light shining through the windows that each patient in the room was in their respective bed. One was tossing and turning, but she was still on her bed and under the sheets.

Fred wished he could say the same for himself. He covered his mouth, letting out a muted yawn. He was done with his nightly rounds now, at least, so it wouldn't be long now for him.

Strolling to the end of the hall, he ducked down to peer through the window. At first he smiled up at the clear night sky, only for his brows to knit when he realized just why so much light was pouring into the hallway.

A full moon.

The hair raised on the back of his neck, and he shuddered, straightening his back. Years ago he'd laughed off the whole "things happen on the night of a full moon" saying as superstition... and then he'd become an orderly.

But nothing had happened tonight—nothing yet, anyway. Every patient who wasn't scheduled for treatment was in their bed, and the asylum was peaceful.

...Well, if you ignored the constant creaking of the building, the squeaking of stretcher wheels, and the occasional moan and groan from one or seven of the patients at any given time. But those didn't count.

Fred breathed in the night air and nodded. Yes, it was a perfectly normal night—the moon just happened to be full, that was all. And he'd finished his duties for tonight, so finally he could get some shut-eye and—

A shriek pierced straight through the asylum, up from the lower floors, causing Fred to jump so high he nearly hit the ceiling. A cacophony of shouts and yells immediately followed, and Fred took half a second to let out an exasperated whine.

So much for sleep.

Any more self-pitying could wait. He was right by the stairwell, and his long legs made quick work of it, carrying him down toward the source of the noise. But the second he realized just where it was originating from, he screwed up his face.

Not here.

Steeling himself, he opened the door and ducked through it, only to reel back and bash his head against the frame at the sight before him.

"LET GO! LET GO!"

"Get him off!"

Within the cramped room with its single bed, desk, and an electroconvulsive therapy machine were a doctor, three nurses, and a patient that Fred was all too familiar with. The patient was in a strait jacket and a shower cap, and the doctor and two of the nurses were trying and failing to pull him away from the third nurse, whose hand the patient was biting down onto. Fred didn't need to ask a single question to know why this had occurred.

The doctor, seeing Fred rubbing the back of his head in the doorway, growled through gritted teeth, "Bonaparte! Do something!"

"I-I got it, I got it—" he stammered, taking a half step further into the cramped room. Immediately the patient swung his weird mechanical eyes up toward him, his brow furrowed, red and green lights clashing with the dim yellow bulb overhead, daring Fred to oppose him.

Fred glanced back at the ECT machine, swallowing. He knew this was a standard treatment, but he also couldn't blame any patients for being resistant to it. Still, he shook his head and fixed the patient with a firm gaze. "Let her go, Caligosto. You know we've told you not to bite anyone!"

Caligosto's brow furrowed further, and he let out a muffled snarl like an angry dog. He had the capacity to act civil when he wanted to—Fred had seen it probably more than any of the other staff—but when it came to treatment...

Bending his knees until he was eye level, Fred leaned closer to the patient. He had to squint in the light of those weird eyes, but he hoped it made him look more intimidating. As much as he hated his patients to see him that way, in this case, it had to be done. "Caligosto, let her go, right now!"

It worked, but of course, not in the way Fred would have hoped.

With a grunt, Caligosto yanked his head back, teeth ripping over the poor woman's hand. She shrieked and pulled her hand back, looking for something to sterilize it with, while the patient snickered through gritted teeth, his mouth stretched into a manic grin.

Fred sighed, raising himself back up. That was over, at least—

The nurse gasped.

"M-my ring—!"

As she was speaking, there was a deep gulp from Caligosto.

Fred, the doctor, and all three nurses stared down at the patient before looking back up at each other.

This was going to be one of those nights, wasn't it.

At first Caligosto grinned smugly up at the nurse, only for his brows to raise and his face to start losing color. His chest gave a heave, only to halt partway through, and his eyes began to flicker. His arms frantically pulled at their restraints as his throat convulsed in a choked gag.

The doctor spat out a curse, yanking Caligosto off the bed and pulling him up against himself. Immediately the patient began to kick his long legs, nearly causing the doctor to lose his grip, and Fred knelt near Caligosto again.

"Stay still, he's gonna help you," Fred explained in a gentle, hushed voice.

Caligosto's eyes twitched over in Fred's direction shakily, but he stopped squirming, allowing the doctor to jam his hands against his gut. It took a few tries, but finally the patient hacked up the ring, which splatted in a coating of saliva and mucus against the bed. The patient's legs buckled, and he hung his head, wheezing.

"Finally," the doctor grunted. Fred nodded in agreement and was about to turn away when the doctor continued: "Maybe he'll be a bit more compliant now."

Fred froze, then turned to assess the situation again. His coworkers were all staring darkly at the patient, whose eyes were dim and flickering and whose face was panicked, his breaths coming in short gasps.

"H-hang on." Fred held up his hands, hunching his shoulders. "I think he's had enough for tonight. M-maybe we should postpone the treatment for now."

The doctor stared up at Fred for a long moment, bushy eyebrows furrowed, before he let out a growl, shoving the patient in Fred's direction. "Fine. Get him back to his room, then, Bonaparte. We'll schedule the treatment for another date."

Caligosto stumbled into Fred, who awkwardly caught him. "Uh—y-yessir," he replied, turning around to move the patient out of the tiny room.

Just as he moved Caligosto through the doorway, however, the doctor grabbed the back of Fred's shirt and yanked him back, hissing into his ear: "You will do something to break him of that biting habit."

Wincing, Fred nodded, and the doctor let him go.

Finally out of that hellish place, Fred placed a hand on his patient's back and guided him toward the stairwell. "C'mon, Caligosto, let's get you to bed."

As they began mounting the stairs, Caligosto's eyes swung in Fred's direction, flashing. "Postpone?" he croaked, his throat raw.

Fred cringed. "I know you don't like it, but it is treatment." When his patient's eyes tipped downward toward his feet, Fred ducked down closer to him. "It is. It's supposed to help you get better."

The eyes snapped back toward him again. "Have you ever seen a patient get better?"

The question caught him off guard, and he nearly tripped up the stairs. "N-not yet, but it can take a while for treatments to work!"

"...they thought so with my first one, too," came a low rasp.

Fred's head snapped back over to Cailgosto, his eyes wide, but his patient's head was hanging again. Curiosity tugged at the back of Fred's brain, but he didn't want to bother his patient any more tonight than he already had to. They said nothing as they mounted the last few flights of stairs, up to the individual room where Caligosto was kept. He was one of the patients that needed a room of his own, as he was prone to conducting… dentistry on any roommate he was given.

Once at the room, Fred produced a set of keys and unlocked the door, not missing the look of relief on Caligosto's face as he stepped into the room and sank down onto the bed. He was staring eagerly at the worn teddy bear that sat propped up against his pillow, and squirmed his arms against their restraints.

At first Fred went to untie the restraints as usual, but the doctor's words ran through his mind again, and he stopped himself. "...Caligosto, before I go, I need to talk to you about something."

Caligosto groaned. "What is it?" he whined, swiveling his eyes to look up at him. "I'm tired."

Fred drew in a breath. "You can't keep biting people."

"Oh, but I can!" Caligosto tipped his head, flashing a smile, his yellow teeth gleaming in the moonlight.

"You can't, though. I know you don't like the treatments we have to do, but it's for your own good."

"You'd think that, wouldn't you?" Caligosto's smile widened, his eyes glowing brighter. "Anything those silly doctors tell you."

Blood rushed to Fred's face. "Th-the doctors know what they're doing!"

"My father was a doctor, until he wasn't." His eyes took on a wicked glint. "None too bright, if you ask me!"

Fred nearly asked why, when it dawned on him the moniker Caligosto went by before he'd been apprehended: Doctor Loboto. It wasn't exactly hard to put two-and-two together to figure out why his father would no longer be in the medical field.

"...These doctors aren't your father," he said instead. "They want you to get better... and I do, too."

Something about the way he'd said it seemed to catch Caligosto off-guard. His patient's smile faded, and he shut his mouth, his mechanical eyes scanning the floor.

Fred moved in closer, sitting next to him on the bed and placing a hand on his patient's shoulder. "That's why you've got to trust us, Caligosto."

But Caligosto shook his head, standing up. "N-no!" he cried. "You don't understand—you don't know what that does do you—"

"You're right; I don't." Fred stared at him firmly. "But they do."

"No they don't, you toothless numbskull!" his patient snarled, stamping his foot and leaning close to his face. "You know what you are—you're—you're a smiling doormat in front of a torture chamber—!"

Anger bolted down his spine, enough for him to spring to his feet. "Now that's enough!" he snapped. "No more of that, Caligosto, do you understand? No more biting, at least—"

"You'd bite too, if you knew what that treatment did!"

Fred drew in a breath, trying to calm himself down; arguing with a patient never ended well. "Okay, so what does it do?"

"I don't know!" Caligosto wailed, stepping back. "I-I can't remember—it's made me forget things, but I don't remember what I'm forgetting, and, and—!"

Ah, right. Slowly the anger drained from Fred's chest, and some of the tension left his shoulders. "That's just a side-effect, Caligosto," he said gently. "It'll pass, don't worry."

"But it won't! It hasn't! I still can't remember what it made me forget…!"

"Well..." Fred glanced aside. "Let me put it this way: if you stop fighting with the doctors, they won't give you that treatment as often, and you'll recover even faster." He looked up, giving Caligosto an encouraging smile. "How's that sound?"

But Caligosto shook his head, taking several steps back. "No, no, I won't! They can't!"

Fred heaved a sigh; Caligosto was never the easiest patient to deal with. "I didn't want to have to do this," he muttered, scanning the room.

His eyes fell upon the teddy bear sitting on the bed.

Caligosto followed his gaze, and gave a jolt of panic. He was fast, but Fred was faster, snatching the bear off the bed. "NO!" the patient wailed, crashing against the bed. He was quick to scramble back upright, teeth bared in a frantic snarl as he rushed at Fred. "Give him back!"

Bracing himself against the door frame, Fred held the teddy bear away while lifting up one of his legs, catching Caligosto underneath his bound arms and gently pushing him back. He fixed his patient with a firm look. "No, Caligosto. You know the rules. If you can't behave, you get personal item privileges taken away."

"N-not that," Caligosto cried, pushing against Fred's leg desperately. "Please, please—"

"Then you have to agree to stop biting. Stop fighting with the doctors and nurses!"

But Caligosto only wailed again, his legs scrambling as he tried to get closer. In spite of Fred's efforts to keep him away, he managed to push Fred's leg back, getting closer to the teddy. As his arms weren't free to grab it, he opened his mouth, as though attempting to snag it in his teeth.

"No, Caligosto. I'm sorry for this." With a swift kick he sent his patient stumbling backwards and crashing back into his bed. As Caligosto struggled to sit up right, Fred lowered his leg and stared at the teddy in his hands, noticing that one of its button-eyes was on the verge of falling off. "With your biting habit, the eyes on this thing wouldn't be safe for you, anyway."

Caligosto let out a choked noise, and Fred looked up in alarm. But he only sat on the edge of his bed, mechanical eyes dim and staring at nothing.

"...I'm sorry, Caligosto," he said, and stepped out of the room, locking the door behind him.

The creaks and groans of the tower and its residents drowned out the choked sob behind him.

—

He really should have gone to bed, but the curiosity that itched at the back of his brain wasn't going to let him sleep.

(Nor was the weight in his chest, but he wasn't going to think about that right now.)

Fred kept the teddy bear tucked under his arm as he angled his flashlight down at the filing cabinet drawer, frowning as he used his free hand to flip through the folders. Larence... Linzy... Loboto. There it was! After retrieving the folder, he opened it atop the drawer, scanning over the records. Many of them were recent treatments he'd had, but Fred looked further, past the papers signed by Houston Thorney.

There.

There was a record from a hospital on the other side of the country, the copied ink faded and hard to read. But it was from at least a decade ago, and seemed to be a record of a specialized procedure, of a...

A shudder wracked Fred's spine, and he shut the folder, shoved it back into the drawer, and slid it closed. He stared blankly at the filing cabinet for a moment, then found himself looking down at the teddy bear, and gave a start.

The lopsided button eyes of the bear stared back at him, and for the first time he noticed the patch between them, covering the top of the bear's head.

He'd heard of the procedure. It was only done in extreme cases, but it was supposed to be effective. Wasn't it? Yet here Caligosto was, years later, in a mental institution.

Fred shook his head, clutching the teddy bear close.

"Don't worry, Caligosto. We'll be the ones to help you... I just know it."

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[lowlylux]

Haunted

Chapter One | The Main Character

Ship: HeiKazuScara

Rating: M

Word Count: 1.4k

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His mother always supported his dreams. Scaramouche knew in the beginning that he was going to be a writer and that his mother would ensure that it would happen. He just never expected the twists and turns of his life to be more interesting than what happened in the pages.

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Scaramouche hates every day, but Sundays have to be the worst. His mother has always insisted that they meet up every Sunday, as it was one of the only days his mother regularly has off from work. However, he never quite liked that requirement. At first, he was fine with it, but slowly his life started to fall apart.

He was lucky, because of his own fucked up brain, the military did not want him. So, he was stuck. When so many of his peers went off to war, to make names for themselves, he was left to rot in his small, dingy apartment. His mother paid the bills, so he did not need to worry himself with work. After all, he was a writer. Why do useless activities when he can spend his time at his typewriter.

As the world changed, he stagnated. His apartment became too comforting. He never wanted to leave. Yet he still fulfilled the promise to his mother, and every Sunday he visited for exactly two hours and twenty-seven minutes. Three minutes before half-past five, he would take his leave, bidding his mother a farewell until their next meeting. He never missed their weekly visit, at least he tried not to. It felt disrespectful to avoid her. After all, her money was paying for the bills.

His mother was a trailblazer. From the moment he was born, Scaramouche knew his mother was highly intelligent. While she did struggle because society deemed, she should have found another partner when his father died in the last war, she thrived once she found her footing. The other mothers baked cookies for elementary school parties while she never had the time with her university classes.

She was always good at math. Said that while her work now is limited, that it would transcend Scaramouche’s very imagination. She wanted to create something that could visit the stars, but due to the war, found herself unable to get the necessary support for her ideas. Time would tell, and Scaramouche couldn’t wait to see it. He would love to see his mother succeed. She supported his dreams, so he promised himself at a very young age that he would do the same for him.

It is the least he could do.

Scaramouche found himself at a writing slump, the words refusing to come to him. Any time he would try to type, he just had to stop. The thing he loved, the one activity that kept him sane, caused his own mind to turn against him. He did not want to wake up in the morning, not even to take care of himself.

His mother grew worried as his weight decreased visibly week by week. His eyes started to grow bags, dark circles making his eyes look like they should pop out of his skull. Maybe that is why she admitted him into an asylum. She said it was for his own good at the time, and he believed her.

It did not help at all. His mind was still a mess, dark thoughts encircling every single part of his brain. It was like he was possessed. Nothing could help him. He knew that he would never get better. But he knew what the doctors did to those who never showed improvement. He saw the grins when the patients would bemoan about the way their brains work. He saw those same patients lose themselves. He never wanted to end up like that.

So, he lied.

He forced himself to sleep better, his eyes finally shining again. He ate, fat making his face look chubby for the first time in years. His voice became clearer as he made himself into another character in his own novel, with the goal of escaping. He could not stay here; he knew that one day his doctor would know he was lying. He assumed they already knew but could not prove anything.

Then one day they called his mother, and he was released. He kept the appearances, his character thriving in the life that he despised. His mother, while he still loved her, became the antagonist. She put him in there, to fix something not broken.

He was a doll, catering to her needs as a mother who was convinced she failed her child, not knowing that she became the thing she feared most. She looked so happy though, so Scaramouche doubted that his lies would hurt her. In fact, as the war raged on, she seemed like she needed it. Being forced to do math day in and day out and being stressed that if she were to fail, the nation she cared for would fall into ruin and flames hurt someone mentally. There were times he feared that she would end up like him.

Yet she never did.

His mother was always the stronger one among them. But he always wondered just how much it would take to make it all crumble to ash. All it would take would be a bomb to drop. So he ensured that nothing would happen. He kept up with his book, pages piling up on his desk, taking up far too much space.

Draft after draft, it never was quite finished. Page count would fluctuate, but that is about all that would change. He never wanted it to end. Because the book was what made his life mean something. If it ended, that meant that so would his purpose. The moment it would release, he could potentially get a few moments of notoriety before falling into the unknown once more.

He reasoned that after the war, he would be finished. That after the war, when things finally would calm down, he would finish his purpose. That is ridiculous to think about, as he was an older teen, not even in his twenties, but he was proud of it. He would take far less time to do what took his predecessors decades. He would be noted in the history books, his face remembered, for his novel would change the world.

Scaramouche knew he was vain, perhaps that was his fatal flaw. Why would his novel, his first one at that, even make a ripple in the water. But he had confidence, and he knew that he had something special in the works.

He grew more consumed in his work, not wanting to leave it alone. It was like some force guiding him to type, the incessant clicks of his typewriter being music to his ears. He started despising his visits more and more.

But Scaramouche never once got out of it. He could not, it simply would never be fair to his mother. She needed the ability to vent, even if it silently kills him every week.

Maybe that’s why he hated the last visit he had with her. He was almost finished. The last chapter, the final conclusion, being the only thing he was missing from his magnum opus. His mother did not understand. Outside of his time in the asylum, he never missed a Sunday. Yet, when he begged her to let him miss one, she acted as if this was her last stray.

She guilt-tripped him, he knew the tactic well. But he still went. He enjoyed the dinner, and just like every visit before that, refused to let his mother drive him home. He never liked looking at the news, maybe that was another fatal flaw of his. He only cared for his world, not the one around him.

He should have looked around at his surroundings when he went down the shortcut to his shabby apartment. He should have never been humming to himself. He should never have dropped his mask and started his incessant chattering. He was always taught that talking to himself was bad practice, yet when he was alone, he found himself unable to care.

He felt the hand first.

A leather-clad glove covers his mouth and nose, pulling him further into the alley, further into the shadows. In the many years the darkness surrounded Scaramouche, he found it comforting. Once again, the thing in which he sought comfort betrayed him. It feels suffocating.

And then his world is just surrounded by it, until no thought is able to enter his mind. Scaramouche’s world grew black, and no thought dared to cross his mind ever again. The only regret, even as he faded from the world, being that he wasted so much of his limited time on earth avoiding his novel.

But even that felt ridiculous as his life flashed before his eyes, the unwavering feeling of being cold washing over him worse than any cold shower ever could.

And then finally, peace from all the discomfort.

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[popquizhot-shot]

Hi!! I'm excited to request, so if you have specific rules I didn't see and I mess this up, please be patient with me. I tried to see if you had any rules 😅

can I please get a jesper fahey x fem!reader where she is a baker, and he is her favorite customer and she always puts his favorites to the side so that she doesn't see his disappointment when they're all gone if he shows up late?? Anything else can be up to you. Thank you!!

Oh my lord, this is so so cute!!! Thank you for requesting! Please tell me how you like it!<3 not proofread!

Chocolate cake and Ginger Biscuits-J.F

Author note-Alrightt~ let's do this! first jes fic in a long time! Six of Crows spoilers!

As someone who worked at a bakery, you were used to seeing disappointment in people's faces. And honestly, it was something that never fazed you.

Until you saw the expression on Jesper's face.

The sharpshooter who had wormed his way into your life with his infectious laughter and easy smiles was one the reasons you didn't quit working at that bakery. Ever since he'd stumbled through those doors, his jacket swishing behind him and hat lopsided on his head, he'd always ordered the same thing.

Chocolate cake and three ginger biscuits.

And the excitement on his face every time you handed him his plate was something that was etched in your brain. It was one of the things you loved about him, no matter what, he always had a little excitement in him.

So to see his usually happy expression disappear and disappointment flood his eyes was a little nerve-wracking. The last thing that you wanted to see in this world was Jesper sad.

Yet, almost a second later he smiled and nodding, saying that it was no problem at all and that he'd be back the next day.

~~~~~~~

There were two things the people of Ketterdam loved: money, and chocolate.

This meant that anything covered in chocolate was bound to be sold out by the end of the day.

And that meant that if Jesper didn't come quickly there would be no chocolate cake left for him again. And you didn't want to see him disappointed.

So, while your senior, Donna, who was a real pain had taken her break, you put aside a slice of the cake behind some bread rolls where no one could see it. Along with three ginger biscuits for good measure.

A little later, just as you had predicted, the last slice of chocolate cake had been sold, just as Jesper walked through the door, the little bell jingling as the door swung.

You didn't know if it was just you, but whenever Jesper came in, the bell would ring a little bit louder, as if signalling his arrival just to you. That was it's purpose, of course, to signal a customer's arrival. But whenever it seemed a little louder than usual, you knew that your the sharpshooter had arrived. It was as if invisible fairies clung to the bell and shook it louder so that you would know and so that you were prepared to give him his meal.

He smiled at you, his eyes twinkling as he leaned on the counter.

"Hi." he said, his voice merry.

You raised an eyebrow, "Someone's in a good mood, Jesper."

"I'm always in a good mood when you're around, love." he moved a little closer, his face mere inches from yours. Close enough so you could see the all the little ridges on his face and nose.

It wasn't fair that someone could look so nice. You hoped he couldn't see your face flush at his flirtations.

"Oh hush, your usual?" you replied, subtly moving towards the bread rolls.

"You know me too well. Yes, I'll have my usual."

It was then that he looked at the glass casing and realized that there was no cake. And his eyebrows furrowed. You could see his mouth twitch and his shoulders slightly slump.

"Wait, hold ya horses. There's no cake." he remarked.

You chuckled, "Jesper, you forget that the delusional people here in Ketterdam love anything chocolate. And ever since you started coming at around seven in the evening, it's sold out by then. So, I put some aside, just for you!"

Like some magician, you pulled out the plate of cake and biscuits and presented it to him like some prize.

He played along, a soft smile on his face as he did a silly little bow and took it from you, "Many thanks, madam."

"You're welcome, Jesper. I'll put it on your tab, okay?" the expression on his face made you smile. A happy Jesper made you happy.

`````

And ever since, you made it a priority to make sure to set aside a piece of cake and three ginger biscuits aside. Just to see the smile on his face.

One fateful evening, just as you handed Jesper his plate, he seemed to hesitate before asking, "Hey, would you, if you don't mind,um-"

You started to smile, the usually confident Jesper, nervous?

"Yes, Jesper?"

He took a breath and steeled himself, "Would you, if you can, care for a cup of hot chocolate? Later on? If you're not busy?"

On the inside, you were screaming and crying and hysterically banging your head on the counter, but on the outside, all you said was, "Yes! When, w-would you want me to come?"

"Your shift ends in half an hour, right? Would you mind spending the evening with me?"

"Of course, Jesper."

He smiled, clearly flustered and you felt a little faint. You? made Jesper feel flustered? It was a sight for sore eyes.

The next half an hour passed like a breeze and you hung your apron up, brushing your trousers and making sure you were neat.

You walked past the counter to where he was seated, and he looked up at you. His cake was untouched.

"I couldn't eat this without you. After all, you're the one who made it, right?"

You chuckled, sitting down opposite him. He pushed the plate towards you and handed you the fork,

You shook your head and took a bite, the familiar taste hitting your taste buds.

"Say, why do you always order the same thing?" you asked him.'

His smile this time was slow, indulgent, "My ma used to make cake like this, it reminds me of her. Whenever she made it, I'd take a huge slice and never let anyone else have it."

You paused mid-chew and looked down at the cake slice, "Then why are letting me have a bite?"

He chuckled, "You, darling, are worth it."

The evening went on till night, with more stories and smiles.

And of course, chocolate cake and biscuits.

Let's not forget the kiss, right? The one he gave you just before he left, the one after which he blushed hard and hid his face in the crook of your neck. His hands on your waist, pulling you closer as he hugged you tight.

Now, every time that sharpshooter stumbled in through those doors, the bell jingling, his jacket swishing behind him and his hat lopsided on his head, he'd order the same thing.

Chocolate cake, three ginger biscuits, and a small kiss.

#jesper fahey x reader #jesper fahey #jesper fahey imagine #jesper fahey x y/n #jesper fahey x you #six of crows #six of crows x reader #six of crows fanfic #grishaverse #echo actually writes

[somethingsupwithdrac]

There is no word from our good friend Jonathan Harker today, which remains concerning, considering where his last message left off. I suppose we can’t do much beyond wait patiently and hope he’s well.

There is, however, the first Poe Daily! I was always That One Kid reading Poe and Shakespeare and shit when I was like ten years old. I was the only little weirdo absolutely stoked to get to the Poe story in our middle school English textbook because OMG you guys this is so good you have no idea and not quite understanding why the rest of the class was not quite so enthusiastic about it or ready to read it out loud. Two of my most prized possessions as a child were a) the hugeass Complete Works of Poe that is still sitting on my bookshelf today, and b) a copy of Annabel Lee in Poe’s script printed on parchment. Which is to say I am so excited about this.

I love The Masque of the Red Death so much. I could do some literary talk about stuff like red as the symbol of both life and death, but instead I’m just going to fangirl about how much my lil goth heart adores this one.

The description of the Red Death as a very scary, very fatal disease is great, and the mental image of victims just bleeding everywhere and there being absolutely nothing anyone could do is very effective nightmare fuel.

Prospero. Oh, Prospero, you ill-fated and terrible, terrible person. It is very typical aristocrat shit to look around at all the peasants dying and be like “sucks to be those guys, time to hole up in an abbey and have a party ‘til all of this blows over, lol!” Gathering yourself and a thousand other members of your court in a building with no way in or out once you welded yourselves in was certainly A Choice. Definitely no chance of this proving a terrible idea later. Y’all just sit there with your massive supply of provisions and let the peasants die while you distract yourselves with wine and music. It’s fine.

The rooms! The descriptions of the rooms for the ball have always been one of my favourite parts because they’re just so ‘eccentric rich guy’. Twisty maze of colour-coordinated rooms! Symbolic meaning of colour choices! Hella goth final room with a ticking clock, red windows, and black walls that I was never allowed to emulate for my own personal childhood bedroom, mom. (In retrospect, black walls in a bedroom the size of a walk-in closet would have been a terrible idea, actually.)  Love that in designing these suites they really went with ‘no normal lights for you, we’re just going to stick a brazier of fire back here, it’ll do some funky shit’, like the 19th century equivalent of a rave light show. (The red light in the black room sounds incredible, your aristocrat buddies are just cowards. ‘oh no, the black room full of red light doesn’t pass my vibe check, boo hoo’.)

The clock. The clock is almost a character itself and the idea of it being this inescapable, ominous thing that just cuts through all of the merriment and reminds the gathered rich folk that time is still passing. Reading about that sound, and how it somehow managed to echo through all the rooms at once despite the fact that was in the most distant one, I’ve always imagined a sound almost more like a heavy church bell than a normal clock chime. I don’t know why, that’s just where my brain has always gone. Quite effectively creepy and ominous.

The tastes of the duke were peculiar. He had a fine eye for colors and effects. He disregarded the decora of mere fashion. His plans were bold and fiery, and his conceptions glowed with barbaric lustre.

The Duke: avant-garde fashionista.

He had directed, in great part, the moveable embellishments of the seven chambers, upon occasion of this great fête, and it was his own guiding taste which had given character to the costumes of the masqueraders.

Also: theatre director

I’ve always imagined this whole section, with the descriptions of the masquerade and the costumes as a sort of Mardi Gras/Carnivale from hell tbh. The usual over-the-top, exaggerated glittery and flashy costumes and sets but with a sort of nightmare funhouse mirror effect over all, and almost a physical sort of energizing presence driving all of these wildly-costumed aristocrats dancing through the rooms with the lights flickering over them.

And then. Into the wild revels intrudes the clock and the stranger, interrupting the ‘dreams’ and their carefree partying. This stranger, who dared exceed even Prospero’s most outlandish and bizarre imaginings and brought into the masquerade the costume of a Red Death victim. (Apparently there are limits to what even the most callous and reckless of aristocrats will tolerate, and that line is somewhere around ‘dressing up like a victim of the plague you’re all pretending isn’t still ravaging the population outside these walls’.)

i LOVE THIS PART SO MUCH. The anger and offense, slowly giving way to horror and fear as the Prince demands to know which of his group did this, and the realization that all of them are accounted for, and whoever this is, they aren’t anyone he let in the abbey, so who are they and how the hell did they get in to a sealed building? The slow, inexorable march of the masked figure through the rooms toward the prince, spreading silence and paralyzing fear like a plague, and the moment when, confronted by the figure, the prince drops dead. Then the last, shocking revelation-there isn’t anyone under the cloak. The Red Death itself came for those who thought that they might use their wealth and privilege to escape the inevitable clutches of death. That final image of all of the bodies lying in heaps, still wrapped in all of their bizarre masquerade finery, with blood seeping out to pool and soak into the formerly merry halls and the fires flickering and dying as the clock chimes its final hour is one of the most incredibly powerful and striking things I have ever read.

(You’ve got to love a story of doomed aristocrats arrogantly thinking they can buy their way out of dying like poors, lol. Sorry my dudes, but no.)

#poe daily #the masque of the red death #edgar allan poe #my ramblings #probably shouldn't have gotten started because i WILL babble forever about this shit #lol sorry prospero u dead #dracula daily #not dracula daily