Crybabies

Bibliophile Brew Vol. III

Summary: When managing your parent's book cafe while they're away, you meet Wonder Duo Dynamight and Deku.

Warnings: NSFW. Minors DNI. Fluff, aged-up characters, language, smut, lots of smut, this is just pure smut, threesome(mmf), fingering, oral (f and m receiving), petnames (darling, babygirl, bunny, princess, sweetheart, slut), slight praise, slight degradation, spit-roasting, face fucking, throat bulge, stomach bulge, panty stealing, overstimulation, slight choking, cockwarming. Lmk if I forgot anything! And please enjoy!

Word Count: 3.9k

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A part of you felt bad for throwing away all of the thought and effort it took the boys to get such a last-minute reservation to an elite venue such as Nonpareil…but you can’t currently bring yourself to care as you have the number two hero sticking his tongue down your throat while the number one hero works at your dress’ zipper in the back of their chauffeured car. Yeah…life seems pretty good right now, especially as you feel the peppering of kisses down your neck and a thick hand sliding between your legs, the scarred palm smoothing over the inside of your thigh, dangerously close to your clothed sex. It causes you to shiver and the blonde nipping at your kiss-swollen lips chuckles at the feeling of your trembling body pressed between his and Pro hero Deku’s.

"How-how private is this backseat?" you ask softly, nodding towards the partition as you strain to hold yourself back.

"Soundproof," is the simple answer Izuku gives, but it's enough for you to give an understanding nod before you finally release the deep whine you've been holding onto for so long once Katsuki's lips find that sweet spot behind your ear.

"Mmm, we’ve barely touched you and you’re already such a mess?" He snickers. "We better be careful with her, Izuku." You can’t help the pout that takes over your bottom lip or the crease that dents your brow.

"No, you don’t," you protest, and it’s the most eloquent sentence you’ve managed the entire car ride. The way Katsuki’s brows shoot up makes you feel a bit indignant then. You feel the vibration of a laugh against your skin more than you actually hear it as Izuku brushes his lips up your neck.

"No?" Izuku asks as he presses a wet peck behind your ear, his teeth grazing the cartilage teasingly. "Think you can keep up, princess?"

"Isn’t it unwise to underestimate others?" Bakugo barks out a laugh at that as Midoriya groans behind you.

"Yeah, Deku, you should know better," he snorts. You feel a bit smug until you feel that idle digit on your thigh brought to life, kissing the edge of your panties. Now, you aren’t feeling so superior. But you still refuse to back down from the challenge as determination has been lit in your core, along with something else as those dangerous fingers skim past the fabric barrier. Reaching your smaller hand down, you grasp his wrist, guiding him closer to your waiting pussy.

"Trust me," Izuku groans in your ear as you put on a show for the two men by arching your back into the greenette behind you and making sure to look into carmine eyes with a sultry half-lidded stare. "I won’t be making the same mistake again."

"Be sure you don't," you say as your fingers thread through blonde spikes, tugging the hero into a messy kiss. A pair of scarred hands pry your thighs apart, the cold air tickling your wet entrance. You let out a muffled moan the moment his digit circles your bundle of nerves. It isn't long before Katsuki drags your panties down your legs, his hand soon joining Izuku's in stroking his fingertips through your weeping slit, teasing your entrance. Your grip tightens in the golden locks, tugging Katsuki away for a moment as you crawl onto his lap, your hips coming down to slightly grind your bare cunt on his clothed hardness. A strong pair of hands glide over your ass, squeezing the globes before Katsuki rolls your skirt up further past your hips. Your hand cups the greenette's neck and guides him to your lips as Katsuki's palms skim your freshly uncovered skin. A jagged hand cups your jaw, a surprising juxtaposition to the sloppy kisses you had been sharing before. He coaxes your lips apart, but he doesn't stray far from you, his lips brushing yours as he speaks.

"You want this?" he breathes over your lips, the whisper dancing over your skin and down your spine. Your fingertips graze his jaw, gently cupping his face and making sure his eyes are on yours.

"Yes," you sigh. "I want this." You place a soft peck against his pillowy lips before doing the same to Katsuki's. "I want both of you." And it's all the confirmation needed as Izuku dives into your mouth again, Katuski's lips trail down your throat, over your collarbones, and over your shoulder as he pulls down the sleeve of your dress. The car comes to a stop too soon in front of a house, its privacy preserved by a gate and its distance from any other building. The moment the car comes to a full stop, Izuku wastes no time in opening the door and jumping out. He turns back to you, offering a gentlemanly hand to you. Your eyes look nervously at the partition again, you turn in the seat and look up at Katsuki with a sheepish expression.

"Umm, my panties?" you ask. Katsuki chuckles, reaching down and picking up the flimsy fabric from the floor. He dangles them in front of you before enclosing them in his fist as you try to snatch them up. He smirks at you and your pretty pout, leans in, and presses a barely-there kiss to your cheek.

"Mine now, babygirl," he murmurs against your skin. His palm smooths down your skirt over your thighs. "But why getting so shy on us again? Fucking loved that confidence in you before, princess. We're yours now. Use us. Let us spoil the fuck outta ya. No need to be shy." The softness of his tone betrays the suddenness of his next actions as he scoops you up and passes you over to Izuku who is quick to throw you over his shoulder.

You squeal out a giggle as he does so, your laughter infectious as he joins in. Bakugo chuckles as he follows the both of you at a more leisurely pace, twirling your abandoned panties around on his index. Izuku fumbles a bit with the keys but afterward, it doesn’t take him long to kick open his front door, making a mad dash toward the master bedroom. The moment you enter the room you’re dropped onto the heavenly mattress, staring up at the walking sex symbol you previously viewed as a wholesome green bean. But nothing about the way he looks at you in this moment says wholesome. His crooked hands make quick work of the buttons on his shirt, welcoming you to the view of his exposed scarred skin. Your eyes follow the movement, visually tracing his hands down as they travels towards his belt. He takes this moment to slow down, and you can’t for the love of All Might figure out why that is. You only assume it’s to torture you. Because it truly is torture to watch the man unhurriedly unbuckle the strap of leather locking you out of such a magnificent view. It's almost like time is in slow motion, and you let your impatience be known with a whine that bubbles from your throat. And he meanly laughs at you. His hands leave the work on his belt and you pout at that. His hand instead comes up to cup your chin, drawing your eyes back to his. He leans in and nibbles at your protruding bottom lip until you can't help but giggle. He gently kisses you, his other hand taking yours and guiding it to the half-undone belt. His grip doesn't leave you, however, only holding your hand in place.

He pulls away only a breath apart, looking into your eyes, whispering, "We can take our time, darling." His voice is husky, dripping in utter sex appeal and falling over you like silk. "We have all night. But don't worry, me and Kacchan will take good care of you, sweetness." The promise makes your digits twitch in his hold, your fingertips pressing into the smooth metal of the belt buckle. You barely offer a nod before Izuku straightens his back, offering to let you finish what he started. Your gaze falls onto the accessory in front of your face before looking up at him through your lashes once again. You sit up more, tangling your hands in the curls at the back of his neck and drawing him back into a slow kiss. His huge, jagged hands come up and cup your cheeks, pillowy lips moving languidly against your own. Izuku is right, the three of you have all the time in the world.

Your lips barely leave his skin as you make your way across his cheek, down his neck, trailing over the raised, white skin of the scars on his shoulders, chest, abs, until you make it to that protruding V-line. Your hands languidly unloop the final fastening of the belt. The sound of the accessory falling to the ground rings in your ears and the gentle zip of you opening his pants plants goosebumps over your flesh. You're finding it increasingly harder to believe that this is really happening. The sudden introduction of another warm body tilting the mattress behind you doesn't help convince you that this situation isn't just a fantasy. However, the sensation of quirk-heated hands gripping your hips from behind and the feeling of hot kisses being pressed into your neck is very persuasive.

Your chest heaves as those kisses move up your skin and your hands finally pull away the restricting fabric of Izuku's pants and—oh. No underwear. You glance at Izuku only to find a Bakugo-esque smirk gracing his features. For some reason, that wolfish expression makes your cheeks heat up more than the recent wardrobe discovery. You feel like you're being teased with the look alone.

Speaking of teasing, those hot hands resting on your hips spread out to your thighs, softly scraping back up your skin and hooking his fingers beneath the hem of your dress. He slowly extracts the fabric from your frame, his palms dragging over every inch of you in doing so. The clothing is pulled over your head leaving you in your pretty underwear in front of the two men. You hear them both take in a breath, both still as their eyes traverse over your newly bare body. a flat palm smoothes over your stomach and between the valley of your breasts before gently grasping your throat, pulling you back against the blonde's hard body. His lips are more urgent now, fervently pressing wet, open-mouth smooches into your skin while his other hand coaxs your thighs apart. Simultaneously, Izuku sinks into the mattress, resting on his stomach as your knee part before him. He leaves little nips and pecks along your smooth legs, creating a cacophony of new sensations as he works in tandem with Katsuki’s wandering digits.

When Katsuki steadily rolls his hips into you from behind, Izuku drags your legs over his shoulders. When Katsuki’s grip tightens his hold on your throat, Izuku tugs your panties from your soaking heat, exposing you to the cool air and sending a shiver down your spine. When Katsuki thumbs over your perky nipples through the lacy fabric of your lingerie, Izuku’s fingertips kiss your sensitive clit. It’s one sensation after the other, giving you no reprieve in the onslaught of new stimulations. And they’re so slow in their movements, each caress, each kiss, each whisper of touch torture to your ready and waiting body. You rest your head back against the blonde hero's shoulder your eyes fluttering close and a gasp escaping your lips at the first swipe of Izuku's tongue over your slit.

"He's so good with his tongue, right?" You absently nod before your spine arches at the swirl of his tongue against your entrance. "So sensitive," Katsuki chuckles, his other hand leaving your throat to unclasp your bra. He cups both of your breasts, rolling your nipples harshly and eliciting a whine from you. "How long has it been since someone last touched you, darling?"

"Umm..."

You could feel the rumble of laughter between your legs, the vibrations causing you to whimper and your legs to shake. "If you have to think about it, it's been too long, bunny," Izuku says softly, immediately going back to making a meal out of your pussy. Your fingers tangle into those wild green curls and twist into the loose fabric of the open button-up still hanging over his shoulders.

"Don't worry, we'll take really good care of you," the blonde hero utters against your ear, his hips rutting up into your backside. You can feel the shape of his dick trapped in the confines of his pants. You wonder for a moment if he went commando for tonight too. Your fingers reluctantly unfurl from the greenette's shirt to reach behind yourself and find out. You can't help the tinge of disappointment you feel once you slip your hand into the front of his trousers to find that yes, he did put on boxers. Your dismay must show on your face because his pleased groan is interrupted by mild laughter and he turns your face towards his to nip at your pouted bottom lip. The two of you pant and moan against one another as you then sneak your hand behind your back and beneath his briefs, wrapping your shaking digits around his girth. You take note of the fact that your fingertips don't touch as you glide your palm over his hardness. "Fuck, such a good girl," he groans.

The next moment you're lying on your back. Izuku keeps eating you out like a man starved while Katsuki stands to strip—finally. Your view is upside down as you crane your head back to watch the man peel his shirt off and you nearly drool while he rolls his bottoms down his thick thighs, his dick springing out and popping his abdomen before bobbing in front of your overturned face. He gives himself a few languid strokes before lining up with your kiss-swollen lips. His ruddy cockhead spreads his precum over your mouth. "Ready, babygirl?"

You emphatically nod, parting your lips and sticking out your tongue presenting for him. It's all the confirmation he needs as he slips into your warm, wet cavern. Your lips stretch around him as he slowly feeds every inch of his cock to you. You take a deep breath in through your nose and try to relax your jaw. "Fuck," he groans, taking a lengthy inhale through his nostrils. "Such a good slut. Your mouth feels fucking amazing, sweetheart." You twitch harshly when Izuku laughs against your sopping heat before pulling away and easing two digits into you, resting his chin on his hand while looking up at the two of you.

"She must be the perfect little slut for us," Izuku addresses Katsuki but pinches your clit and adds another finger in acknowledgment. "You're never so quick to praise, Kacchan."

"F-Fuck you," the blonde bites back, voice shaking and muscles spasming over you as your cheeks hollow while sucking the life out of him, your tongue moving over the hardness in your mouth. "Fuuuck yes, darling. Fucking perfect. Shit, Deku, she is fucking—ahh—fucking perfect."

"That right?" The greenette teasingly asks. He pulls himself up on his knees, scissors his fingers before pulling them out, and lines himself up with your entrance. "Let's see how this pussy feels then, yeah? Sound good, bunny?" In lieu of a verbal answer, you desperately grip his forearm, tugging him toward you. He leans over you, gripping your waist as he gradually presses into you. Your back bows the moment he pops past the initial resistance. He runs his thumb sweetly over your side, holding still to let you adjust. With the thick cock in your mouth you can't tell Izuku what you need and instead gently drag your nails along his inner forearm, silently begging him to move. He got the message, pulling his hips back slowly before snapping them into you once again. The motion pushes you up the bed, forcing you to take in more of Katsuki and sputter a bit. But it also offers a new discovery. Bakugo practically salivates at the image of his cock bulging in your throat. He thrusts his hips experimentally, watching the bulge move along with him. His hand comes up to cup your throat, gently pushing down to feel his dick through the layers of muscle and flesh that separate him. "Fuck."

Izuku notices too, a rakish grin taking up his features and his hips pistoning faster in and out of your body just to watch the way you bob on their cocks from his force alone. A strong, scarred arm curls around your waist, lifting your lower half and bending your back. At this angle, Izuku can feel his own cock when he presses his palm into your lower abdomen. He lets out a huff of amusement, experimentally pushing himself in further just to feel his cockhead poking his palm through your stomach. The new angle and the pressure on your lower belly tickle a new spot inside you that makes your toes curl and your eyes squeeze shut. your nails dig slightly into Izuku's arms, leaving trails of raised, red lines of scratch marks on his skin. Katsuki's grip on your throat tightens just a bit more as he pistons his cock into your throat, the lack of air that comes from this being exactly what you need to finally push you over the edge and you gush around the thick girth. Your throat trembles with the moan that ripples through you, the vibrations pull Katsuki into that high along with you, filling your tummy with his hot release. He heaves above you before slowly pulling out his softening cock from your throat. Your jaw aches as he frees himself from your mouth. In doing so, he releases your previously contained moans and you let out a long, loud stream of pleasured sounds as Izuku keeps pounding into you. A breathless chuckle escapes his lips and his rough fingers come up to gently caress your sore jaw. He descends and softly presses an upside kiss into your lips before peppering your face with them. You're surprised that a giggle manages to break through your whines and whimpers as he does so.

"Kacchan," Izuku huffs, his hips still jackhammering into yours. "Fuck, Kacchan, she feels so good. You—ngh—you need to feel how tight she is. Ahh~"

"Next time," Katsuki answers dazedly, delicately running a thumb over your cheekbone and offering you an adoring glance. Hmm, next time. You smile softly at that.

You feel the buzz of electricity in the room. Looking down towards Izuku, you notice the sparks of green tendrils dancing over his limbs and torso as he loses himself to the feeling of plunging in and out of your tight, wet heat. Katsuki's hand sneaks down and circles over your clit, bringing you to another release along with Izuku. The greenetteleans over you, gripping onto Katuski's forearm and holding himself up on his elbow. He tucks his face into the crook of your neck, nipping and pecking your throat. You feel those coils of energy tickle against your skin as well.

"Such a good girl, bunny," Izuku groans against your skin. "Good fucking girl." If it were even possible, he snaps his hips faster. You both are right there at the edge...almost—Katsuki's fingers tangle into green curls and an open, panting mouth is pushed sloppily into yours, a forced, makeshift kiss, as it were. The blonde's digits circling your clit pinch your bundle of nerves and everything comes crashing down. You see white as you arch into the hard body pressed into you, feeling how Izuku's hips grind into yours as you're filled up.

Everything goes still. The only sound that echoes in the room is wet panting, though you're sure the heroes can hear the way your heartbeat drums against your ribcage. After a few minutes of rest, Izuku leans up, his emerald eyes searching you.

"You okay?" His voice sounds so soft and concerned, a complete 180 from the cocky teasing voice he used before. Your throat still feels raw from the monster that had been penetrating it beforehand so you just nod, offering a reassuring smile. He gives you one of his own before pressing a sweet peck to your temple. You both hiss as Izuku slowly pulls himself from your entrance, a gush of your mixed release pooling from you. Strong hands grasp underneath your arms before pulling you up into a firm chest. The blonde cradles you to him as the greenette makes a beeline to the bathroom, returning shortly with a couple of washcloths. He offers one to Katsuki who wipes your drool and cum coated chin before cleaning off his half-hard member. Izuku swipes the warm, damp cloth between your legs, causing your thighs to shake and you to whine at the oversensitivity. Katsuki chuckles, tucking you closer into his side as Izuku walks out of the room again. Thick, callused fingers grip your chin and then you're drowsily staring up into a set of vermillion irises.

"Words this time, sweetheart," he gruffs. "Are you okay?"

"Ye—" you croak out, voice cracking with the strain. Clearing your throat you try again, uttering a simple, soft, "Yes." He smirks at the obvious damage he's caused, a sense of pride overpowering the sheepish guilt that should be filling him. He presses a sweet peck to your temple, scratching his blunt nails soothingly over your scalp and through your tangled, sweaty hair. Izuku is quick to come back with a few water bottles, a bowl of fruit, and a bag of Mighty's potato chips.

The rest of the night is spent being hand-fed snacks while getting to know the two heroes better—naked of course. Eventually, your eyes water with exhaustion and your yawns get in the way of conversation. You fall asleep on the blonde's scarred chest...being speared on his cock to warm him through the night.

You wake up in the same position, nuzzling into the warm chest beneath your cheek. You blink your blurry eyes and look at the greenette tucked into the blonde's side, one scarred hand curled around Katsuki's bicep and the other lazily draped across your lower back. You slowly try to stretch out your sore muscles without waking the two, though you're sure that the inflating cock in your cunt will mean that they'll be awake soon anyway. You turn your head the other way to at least crack your neck and notice someone has plugged up your phone on the nightstand. Aww. You reach over and grab it because at least you can go through it while letting the boys get their sleep. Only, when you turn your cell on, you're bombarded with a horde of message notifications, most of them seeming to be a link. You click on the messages that Sukki sent, a cacophony of 'Are you okay?' 'Have you seen this?!' 'Where are you??' and so on. You click the link to be assaulted by the headline "Two For One? Mystery Girl Spotted With Dynamight and Deku" along with the image of Izuku carrying you over his shoulder, a carefree grin etched into his features, Katsuki twirling your panties on his finger, and you, smiling widely without an ounce of awareness to the camera capturing this perfectly damning image.

"What the fu—"

AN: Okay guys, I have an important question for you. Do we like this open ending or do you want more trio shenanigans? Please let me know!

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okay... but like dreamwalker eddie, who's always been able to visit other people in their dreams. he usually stays out of sight, just enjoys these little looks into people's minds. it makes scary people like tommy h. a little less scary, especially when he sees him dreaming about macking on steve harrington after a basketball game.

speaking of, one day, in the tail end of '83 he figures: ah, fuck it. let's see what harrington's up to these days. especially since the guy had withdrawn considerably after the whole thing with the byers kid going missing and whatever. eddie was a curious man, sue him. so when he goes to bed that night he drifts his non-corporeal ass to the harrington household and into steve's dream.

and it's fucking horrifying. he comes to in a house he doesn't recognise, peeks around a corner only to see the horribly mangled corpses of nancy wheeler and jonathan byers. steve harrington is there, trying to fend off this fucking flower hell beast with a nail bat, all while sobbing and screaming. eddie has to watch, pinned to the wall in fear, as harrington is ripped apart, mauled and eaten by this fucking creature.

and he swears they make eye contact before he's forcefully shoved out of the dream and bolts upright in bed.

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Secrets - Part 1

BakuDeku X f!Reader

Summary: Your relationship with Kacchan has been a bit rocky lately. It was really bothering you and you didn't know how to fix it. Super slow burn. Bakugo's feelings for deku are resurfacing. How will this play out when he's still in love with y/n? Keep reading to find out. ;)

Warnings⚠️: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, creampie, established relationship, shower sex, biting, angst, language, Bakugou x Deku ship (KiriMina and DenkiShinsou as side ships) Everyone in the fic is aged up 21+ except for flashbacks. (there is no smut in the flashbacks)

A/N: ᕱ⑅ᕱ- This is the first fic that we (@dabislilbaby and @haru-x-ren) have written together. it's meant to be a sequel series to Your're The Only Thing That Makes Sense, which is a Bakugo x reader I (@dabislilbaby) wrote a few months ago. You should definitely go read that before starting this series. Haru had some ideas, so we collaborated on this sequel :) He didn't want to take much credit for the fic but it is Co-writer.

✷*はる*✷- Just want to say, hey everyone. It's haru. we can answer any questions you have through asks.

This is just the first of many collabs we'll be doing. Let us know if you'd like to be added to a the Tag List for the series, enjoy<3

Word Count: 8.8k

@electricnovaa @juslili

It was winter. You didn't take well to the cold, but the snow was so pretty. Sparkling from the streetlights and the big full moon. It was quiet and you could hear the snow crunching underneath your boots. As you walked home, you think about the last 6 years. The start of your relationship with Kacchan, U.A. graduation, moving in with him and starting your hero agency together. You were on your way home from the local supermarket. You picked up some groceries you needed, treating yourself to some sushi, making sure to get spicy udon noodles (his favorite) to bring home to him.

Yours and Katsuki's relationship has been rocky lately. And it had been making you a little uneasy to say the least. You'd had a few big fights and both of you had been working a lot, not having much time for each other. Recently, it's felt like there's been a heavy tension whenever you'd see him. It bothered you. You hated how things had been lately, and you wanted it to go back to the way it was. You'd been feeling like this for a while and it's made you fall into a bit of a depressive rut. You felt stuck. It's not that you didn't wanna be with him. You loved Bakugo, more than anything. But this bump in the road the two of you were having was frustrating and you didn't know how to fix it.

You'd finally made it home to your shared apartment. "Baby? Are you home?" You called out into the empty room. Silence. You checked the time on your watch. It was already 11, he still wasn't home? You set down the few grocery bags you carried on the kitchen counter. You pulled your phone from your pocket, getting ready to call your boyfriend, but you stopped yourself. Surely if he was still at work this late, then he must be busy with something important. You thought it best not to bother him, and just wait for him to come home. You finished putting away the groceries, putting the noodles you bought for him in the fridge with a sticky note on it, saying that it was for him. You changed into something more comfortable and found your way to the couch. You ate by yourself in front of the tv, watching something mind numbing.

You looked at your phone. It was 1:20 and he still wasn't home. You wanted to stay up and wait for him, but before long you'd fallen asleep. You were still in the same spot you'd been all night. On the couch, facing the tv, waiting for him. You didn't like going to bed without him, so often times you wouldn't. You'd stay up and wait for him, or until you were so tired that you couldn't keep yourself awake. You'd gotten so used to the way he held you, that it became hard to rest comfortably without his presence. The past couple of weeks he'd been coming home from work later and later. Which meant you had been getting less and less sleep.

Around 2:30 in the morning, Katsuki had finally come home. He made sure to enter the apartment quietly, not wanting to wake you if you were sleeping. Which he was positive you would be at this hour. He kicked off his shoes and he noticed the sound of the tv. Either you were awake or you'd forgotten to turn it off before going to bed. He walked towards the noise, stepping into the living room. The room was dark other than the fast-changing colors coming from the tv. He leaned over the coffee table to find the remote, and he noticed your hunched over sleeping form on the couch. You must have stayed up waiting for him again, he thought. He quickly turned off the tv, laying the remote back on the table. He knelt down to the edge of the couch, stroking a finger over your cheek softly. He slid his arms underneath you, picking you up bridal style. In your unconscious state, you instinctively buried your head in his neck, mumbling something incoherent.

He carried you into your shared bedroom. He gently laid you down on your side of the bed, trying his best not to wake you. He covered you with a blanket before finally getting out of the clothes he'd been wearing all day. He was too exhausted to do anything else other than go to sleep. He climbed into bed next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. His nose was buried in your hair, and he could smell your scented shampoo. He laid there for a few moments, waiting for his mind to relax the same way his body did. Suddenly, the thought of Izuku flooded his brain. He missed him.

Before you'd come back into his life, the two of them had a secret relationship. It was hidden from the rest of your class, including you, for many reasons. Mostly because both of them were just discovering their sexualities. It was difficult for them both, but especially hard on Bakugo. It made him question everything. Especially since the person who made him discover these feelings was someone he thought he despised. It lasted for a few months at best. But in those few months they both became so attached to each other. Of course, in front of everyone else, he was still mean to Izuku. The same bully he'd always been. But behind closed doors, he would soften. A kind of behavior that only you and Izuku had ever been able to pull out of him.

Your return stirred up a lot of trouble in their relationship. At first, everything had been fine. They were both happy to have their childhood friend back in their lives after such a long time. But Izuku became jealous of how much time Kacchan was spending with you. And then that night you spent in his room caused a huge fight between them. The memory started to fill Katsuki's thoughts as he began to replay that day.

6 years ago at UA highschool

Izuku sat off to the side, watching everyone fight at ground beta. He'd just finished up his fight with Sero, moving him up one spot in the bracket. He was watching your fight with Kacchan. At the end of the fight, he watched how Bakugo had you pinned to the ground. He watched the look in your eyes while they stared into his. It made him uneasy. He wished he could see the expression on Bakugo's face, but he couldn't at this angle. It made him nervous. The way you looked at him. The same way Kacchan looked at Deku when they were alone. He leaned over to Shoji, who was sitting next to him. "Hey, do you think something is going on between the two of them?" Deku asked as he nodded his head in the direction of the two of you. "Y/n and Bakugo? Probably." Shoji replied. Izuku flinched. He turned his head to Shoji, wanting to know more. "W- uh...why do you say that?" Shoji crossed two of his many arms, leaning back in his chair. "I mean, she spends like every night hanging out in his room. And I saw her leaving his dorm this morning." Deku sat up straight in his chair. "What? She was leaving his room this morning?" Shoji nodded his head. "Don't tell anyone though, I told them I'd keep my mouth shut about it." Izuku relaxed his expression, not wanting to give away his thoughts. He nodded to Shoji, assuring him that he wouldn't say anything. He leaned back in his chair, and his brain was running a million miles an hour.

'Y/n spent the night in his room...'

That same thought kept playing in his brain for the rest of combat training. After the brackets were finished, he headed straight back to the dorm, too in his head to focus on anything else.

He sat in his room staring at the ceiling. He fidgeted with his fingers while his thoughts ran wild. This must have gone on for hours because the next thing he knew, the sun was setting in his window. His overactive thoughts were becoming too much. He needed to talk to Kacchan about it. Especially since their relationship was always a secret. Closed doors and no affection from Bakugo in public. Does Kachaan really love me...? Doubts flooded his mind. The image of your and Bakugo fighting still fresh in his mind.

He dragged his phone out of his pocket, opening Bakugo's contact and sending him a message. "We need to talk. Meet me at the place." There was a small lake just off campus. There was a spot at the edge of the water that was shielded by trees. There was a park bench there, though no one ever visited the area. Kacchan and Deku would meet up here a lot in the middle of the night. It was somewhere they could spend time together without the worry of being seen. They used to come here a lot but since you'd come back, they haven't as much.

Bakugo sat at his desk, doing some homework on his laptop. His phone dinged. It was a message from Deku. "We need to talk. Meet me at the place." He looked up at the top corner of his screen, it was 9pm. Usually you would have come to his room by now to hang out, but tonight you didn't. He worried that he messed something up by the tension he caused earlier in the day after your fight. But he didn't have time to think about it. He shoved his phone back in his pocket and closed his laptop. He wasn't sure what Izuku wanted to talk about, but he was happy to have some alone time with him, nonetheless. Maybe "we need to talk" was just code for sex. He really didn't know. It wouldn't have been the first time Izuku called him there for something, just to pounce on him once he arrived.

~

Izuku stood at the water's edge, hands stuffed in his pockets, waiting for Kacchan to show up. He closed his eyes and listened to the quiet ripple of the water, in an attempt to calm his nerves. The moonlight glistened off of the lake. He heard footsteps in the grass behind him. He turned as Bakugo approached him, and out of habit, leaned in for a kiss. Something they normally did when they met here. But Deku pulled away. Bakugo was confused. He'd never refused his affection before.

"Are you mad or something?" He questioned. Izuku immediately shoved him backwards. Not very hard, but enough to make him stumble. Katsuki froze, unsure how to react. Izuku stepped closer to him, shoving him again. And again. And again. Katsuki grabbed his wrists when he tried to push him a fifth time. "Hey, what's up with you?" Deku had never initiated a fight between them before, something was wrong.

Izuku struggled in his grasp, breaking free from his grip almost immediately. He pushed him back again, this time using his quirk. Bakugo flew back a few feet. Green lightning flickered around Izuku's body. The look in his eyes was dark. "Fight me." He said sternly. "Deku, I'm not gonna-" Kacchan was cut off by Izuku yelling. "I said fight me!" He threw a hard punch, making Bakugo's face bleed. He kept throwing punch after punch. At first, he didn't fight back. But he realized that his attempts to get him to calm down weren't working. So, he fired up his palms and started swinging. He'd never seen him like this before. Angry and letting his emotions get the best of him. It wasn't like him at all.

Kacchan was on the defensive. He tried desperately to pin Deku down so he could talk to him for just a second. He didn't want to hurt him, but he fired a few heavy shots at him anyway, hoping it would wear him down. The fight went on longer than he wanted it to. But he finally managed to catch Deku slipping.

He could tell that Izuku's emotions were getting in the way. He was usually so coordinated and precise in battle, but right now he was being sloppy. He caught him off his guard with a blow to the knees, making Izuku fall to the ground. Before he had a chance to get up, Katsuki pinned him to the ground. Straddling his waist and holding his wrists against the grass. Izuku squirmed and struggled beneath him, like a child throwing a tantrum. "Hey- HEY!" Bakugo yelled, making Izuku sit still. "Are you gonna tell me what the fuck is going on with you or what? You said you wanted to talk." Izuku let out a deep breath, feeling defeated. Katsuki took that as a sign that he was done throwing punches. He got off of him and stood, reaching out his hand to help Izuku stand.

Deku sat down on the bench, wiping the blood from his nose on his sleeve. Kacchan sat next to him, resting his arm over the back of the seat. Neither of them spoke at first, but Bakugo broke the silence. "What's going on? What are you so upset about?" Deku was silent. His hands balled into fists as they rested on his thighs. After a long pause, he spoke. "Do you wanna be with her?" He said softly, voice a bit shaky. Almost like he was afraid to ask.

"What?" Bakugo replied, readjusting his position so his body was facing more towards Deku. Izuku took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts and reining in his emotions. "Y/n. Do you wanna be with her?" His head turned, green eyes meeting red. Kacchan hesitated. "...no... yes... maybe? I don't know..." He second guessed his answer every few seconds. The time he spent with you and the growing feelings he felt came into his brain. But just because his feelings for you resurfaced, doesn't mean that he loved Deku any less. Maybe never saying it was a huge mistake. He started to feel... scared. Izuku's eyes shut, and tears streamed down his cheeks. He felt his heart drop into his stomach. Bakugo put a hand over Izuku's balled fist. "That doesn't mean I don't wanna be with you though..." Deku's eyes opened. The look on Kacchan's face was something he couldn't read. It was a mixture of a concerned, loving gaze and fear fueled by self-doubt.

Bakugo hadn't quite figured out what exactly it was that he had with Izuku. He was never good at anything involving feelings, much less feelings as complicated as this. All he knew was that he wanted him to stay. And yet when he thought of you, it was the same feeling. He had feelings for you both, strong ones, and it was so confusing and frustrating. He didn't know which way to go, or what he was supposed to do. But he knew that he couldn't have you both.

Both of them fell silent for a few minutes. Neither of them really knowing what to say. Bakugo put a hand to Deku's cheek, wiping away the tear that threatened to stain his skin. He leaned in, hesitating before pressing a kiss to his lips. Deku didn't pull away this time, placing his hand over top of Kacchan's. He pressed his forehead against Deku's. "I'm sorry..." He whispered. They both shut their eyes, staying in that moment.

Deku sniffled, nose stuffed from his tears. There was another long pause before he responded. "I..." he hesitated, unsure if he should really say what he's about to say. "I love you Kacchan. But I...I can't...not like this." Bakugo felt like his heart stopped when Deku said those words

'He...loves me?'

He was at a loss for words. But he had to say something right? When he opened his mouth to speak, they both heard distant footsteps, so they quickly pulled away from each other. Separating themselves on the bench by a foot or two.

Mr. Aizawa emerged from the bundle of trees that shielded the area. He stopped, noticing the two of them on the bench. Both Bakugo and Izuku looked bruised and battered. "I swear to God if I catch you two fighting in the middle of the night one more time, I'm gonna make you both do summer classes." Izuku stood from the bench, inconspicuously wiping away his last tear, pulling himself together. "It won't happen again sir, it's over now." He walked past Aizawa, heading back to the dorms. To anyone else it would sound like he was talking about the fight. But Kacchan knew what he meant by "it's over now." And his heart sank.

The two of them followed Aizawa back to the dorms, only to be scolded for their behavior while they stood in the common area. Bakugo wasn't really paying attention to what he was saying, he'd heard it a million times before. He stood with his hands in his pockets, looking around the room waiting for Aizawa to be done with his lecture. You caught his attention; you were leaving the girls washroom and your hair was wet. He fidgeted with the toy he kept in his pocket that used to belong to you. He watched as you walked towards the elevator, meeting Iida at the door. Your eyes met. His red irises catching in your e/c eyes. He saw you whisper something to Iida, and Iida whispered something back to you before you both disappeared in the elevator.

Aizawa finally finished his scolding, sending them both to their dorm rooms. Kacchan and Deku both stood in the elevator in complete silence. It stopped on the second floor. Izuku stepped out of the elevator without a word. Not even bothering to look back at him. He watched him walk away as the elevator doors closed again, taking him up to the fourth floor.

He hesitated outside his bedroom door. His head was all over the place and he didn't really want to be alone right now. But who else could he go to? Clearly, he couldn't go see Deku like he usually did when something was wrong.

He thought of you. You brought him so much comfort when he was around you. And to be honest, you were the only thing that was making sense to him right now. He was contemplating going to your room. He fidgeted with the toy in his pocket again and sighed. He walked away from his dorm, around the hall to where yours was. His knuckle came up, hesitating before giving a light knock.

You opened the door, and the sight of you calmed his thoughts. "Kacchan, what are you-" he interrupted you. "You didn't come to my room tonight."

[A/N: If you have some confusion about this part, please read the fic this flashback is from. Again, this is a series sequel to You're the only thing that makes sense. with established relationship between y/n and Bakugo. -]

Katsuki sighed, remembering that night. It was both one of the worst, and the best nights. he hated the fact that he lost Deku. But he was so happy to have you. He felt so guilty for having these thoughts lately. For the past couple of weeks, Izuku had invaded his mind on a regular basis. He thought he'd gotten over it a long time ago but now he was starting to question if he ever really did, or just pretended like it didn't happen.

He's never spoken of it since then, never even admitted to being interested in men to anyone aside from Kirishima. His best friend was the only person who knew. Not even y/n. Though Deku had come out as bisexual not long after. But Bakugo decided to remain in the closet publicly.

He wasn't sure what caused this influx of thoughts about him. Maybe it was the fact that him and Deku had been working so closely together lately? The two of them, as well as a few others had teamed up to work a big case against a dangerous villain. You were part of the team too, of course. But having Deku around so much lately might have been causing these feelings to resurface. Or maybe he was just making excuses.

He had to get rid of them. What happened with Deku was a long time ago and he needed to focus on his relationship with you. He knew he'd been distant lately. Staying late hours at work, avoiding you. It wasn't because he didn't want to be around you. But you were good at reading him. Too good. He didn't want you to know. He didn't want you to question what he was thinking about. Because if you'd asked him, he knew you'd catch his lie. He just needed a little more time to get over these resurfaced feelings. And then everything would be okay again.

It wasn't long before he finally drifted off to sleep with you in his arms. Letting the thoughts fade while his consciousness went black.

He dreamed that night. He dreamed that he had you both. He didn't have to choose. He never had to lose Deku. He dreamed that the three of you were happy. Together. But was that even possible? It was just a dream after all...

The next morning, you woke up to Katsuki's alarm. He slept right thru it, but you were now wide awake. You leaned over and grabbed his phone, turning off the alarm. You took note of the fact that you were in bed, and so was he. He had his arms wrapped around you in a tight bear hug, like he always did. You laid there for just a minute. Taking in this moment when things felt okay.

You rolled over, still engulfed in his arms. You brushed the hair out of his eyes. He looked so calm when he slept. He wasn't angry, or sad. He wasn't frustrated or stressed out. He was just at peace. As nice as it was, you decided to wake him. If he didn't get up soon, you'd both be late.

You gently tapped on his nose; he was a bit ticklish there. You watch as his face scrunched, and his nose twitched under your touch. He hummed out a low groan. "You gotta get up so we can go fight crime" you teased in a low whisper. His eyes fluttered open to meet yours. You smiled at him. "Good morning, Teddy Bear." He sighed. "Good morning" you responded. He slowly sat up, while you stayed in your laying position. You watched his back muscles flex when he stretched his arms above his head, the sunlight peeking thru the curtains making his skin glow. He climbed out of bed, heading towards the large master bathroom. You rolled out of bed soon after and followed not far behind. The two of you had a semi-consistent morning routine when getting ready for work, and today was no different.

When you stepped into the bathroom, he was readjusting himself in his boxers while he stepped away from the toilet. Over the last 6 years you've been together, you've both become extremely comfortable with each other. He walked over to one of the double sinks in the bathroom and began washing his hands. You stepped over to the toilet, pulling your shorts down and following suit. "What time did you come home last night?" You asked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "Around 2:30 I think" he responded, drying his hands on the towel to his left.

He picked up his red toothbrush that sat next to your purple one, wetting the bristles and squeezing the light blue paste onto the brush. You finished quickly and joined him in that action. It was silent for the length of two alphabets. He spit into the sink, picking up the glass he kept next to the faucet and rinsed out his mouth. then shut off the water and put his toothbrush back in its spot.

He turned with his back to the mirror, leaning on the counter and his head turned to you while you finished up. He broke the silence. "I got a call from an Agency in the states yesterday."

"Yeah? What'd they say?" You mumbled with your mouth full of paste. He sighed. "They need me in America for a big case they're working on. They asked me to go overseas for a bit, Kiri and Shinsou too." You spit in the sink and rinsed your mouth. Putting your toothbrush back next to his. "What did you say?" Your eyes didn't leave the sink. He hesitated before answering. "The both of them already agreed to go, so I figured I might as well if they needed the help."

Your heart sank a bit. It wasn't the first time he had to go away for hero work. It usually wasn't overseas, but even then, it wasn't really a big deal. You just didn't like being alone. After you'd finally escaped the hell that was your father, you and Kacchan moved in together immediately. He was your home, and whenever he was away for too long, you'd get anxious. It was a trait about yourself that you greatly disliked, but he's assured you many times that he didn't mind how much you tend to miss him.

"How long will you be gone?" He hesitated again before answering. "...Five weeks at most." You looked over to him, the look on his face was sympathetic. He knew you hated when he was away for long periods of time. "...when are you leaving?"

"Three days." You nodded your head. You didn't really know what to say, you couldn't protest. Ask him to stay. No, that would be too selfish. He was a great hero and people needed him. What right did you have to keep him all to yourself. "Okay..." The tone in your voice was a bit sad, and he caught that.

"Come here" he pushed off the counter and took a step towards you. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, and yours lazily rested at his hips. He pulled your face into his chest and let his chin rest atop of your head. "I'm sorry things have been so rough lately, Teddy Bear. I know it hasn't been easy...but we'll be okay. I promise, I'm not going anywhere." He kissed the top of your head, and you fully wrapped your arms around his waist. Then two of you just stood there for a few minutes, holding each other. He'd gotten a lot better at knowing when you needed comfort over the years. And he'd also gotten better at giving it to you.

You finally pulled away from the hug. "I'm gonna take a shower." you sighed while your arms dropped from his waist. He removed his from your shoulders and placed his hands on your hips. "Is it okay if I join you?" He smirked, pulling you a little closer and kissing your cheek. You nodded your head, face turning a little red. He let go of you and let you turn on the shower. He came up behind you while you stuck your hand under the water to test the temperature. His hands snaked up your shirt and slid over your soft skin. He kissed at the nape of your neck. He was being very soft and gentle with you. Once the water reached your desired temperature, you removed your hand from under the water. His fingers hooked into the hem of your oversized shirt, lifting it over your head and pulling it off your arms. He kissed your neck again, wrapping his arms around you and taking one of your breasts in hand. He squeezed lightly and pressed himself against you. You felt the bulge in his boxers and your face ran hot. Even after so many years, he still managed to get you flustered.

You stuck your thumbs in your shorts, pulling them down and letting them fall to the floor. Bakugo's hands left your body, and he did the same. You stepped into the shower, and he followed close behind. The water was warm against your skin, the steam filling the air. Kacchan grabbed your purple loofah that hung on one of the hooks on the shower wall. It was already wet thanks to the large shower head hitting the wall before the two of you stepped in.

He squeezed some of your lavender scented soup onto the loofah, rubbing it in until it turned to suds. He dragged the spongy material across your shoulders, coating your skin in soapy bubbles. "You remember the first time we did this?" His voice was soft. His hand that held the loofah snaked around to the front of your body. He pressed his chest against your back, letting the soap cover him as well while he coated your breasts with suds. "You were so nervous" he chuckled, smiling at the memory. You felt the loofah travel to your neck, covering it in soap as well. "Your hands were shaky..." He paused, moving the loofah towards your lower stomach. "...and you wouldn't even look me in the eyes." He shoved the loofah in between your legs, bringing a small yelp from your lips as you felt the material drag across your clit.

"Yeah, I remember" you spoke quietly. Your hand grabbed onto his large bicep that wrapped around you. Your hand slid down his arm until it was over top of his. You pulled his hand, along with the loofah, up your body until it was at your chest again. You took the loofah out of his hand and turned to face him. The steaming water hit your bare back and it felt so nice. He peered down at you as your hands raked over his muscular torso, coating him in your lavender soap. You dragged it over his shoulder and around the back of his neck, pulling him a bit closer to you. Your lips pressed against his, and his tongue found yours. His hand rested at the back of your jaw below your ear, thumb on your cheek. His other reached around and squeezed your ass hard. His lips left yours and met the skin of your neck, a spot where there was no soap. He sank his teeth in you, and you moaned. "I'm gonna miss those pretty noises you make, teddy bear" you bit your lip and clenched your thighs together. His praises never failed to soak you at your core.

He slid both his hands to cup the back of your thighs and lifted you up so easily like he always did. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his hips, looking for stability. He turned slightly, resting you on the metal bar of the shower wall, though he still held most of your weight. He kissed you passionately, pushing your back against the cold, wet tile. He shielded most of the water from you with his tall figure.

He grinded against you, dragging the wet skin of his shaft across your clit. He kissed your neck again. "Please Kacchan" you moaned out. You knew how much he liked it when you'd beg for him. It made him feel wanted. Desired. Something you did a good job of anyway, but this just sent it home. You felt him twitch against you. His hand reached between you, and he lined himself up with your entrance, not bothering to give you any kind of prep. He pushed himself into you, groaning at the feeling of your tight walls. Your breath hitched and your eyes shut, followed with a sinful whimper.

He really would miss this feeling while he was away.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and held him close. You moaned and whimpered into his ear while he fucked you against the wall. It was driving him absolutely mad. His palm slapped the tiled surface, looking for stability when he quickened his pace. His other arm wrapped around your arched back, holding onto you tight. Your moans got louder. So did his, echoing in the small space. You'd figured out a long time ago that neither of you were very good at being quiet. He was hitting so deep, abusing your sweet spot. You threw your head back against the wall, eyes rolling with it as you reached your climax.

Your scream echoed off the shower walls and you tightened around him. So much so that it became difficult to move in and out of you without a bit of force. But that didn't stop him. His thrusts became rougher, bullying his way inside of you. The feeling caused your orgasm to last much longer than it should have. The way your walls gripped him, and the sound of your broken cries sent him over the edge. It wasn't long before you felt hot, sticky ropes of cum shoot into you. He slowed down but not by much, continuing to push it deeper. His breathing was heavy, yours shaky. He finally pulled out of you, slowly. He looked down and watched the cum drip out of you and onto the shower floor. God, what a pretty sight this was. The woman he loved most, filled to the brim by him. Screaming for him.

He leaned over you, resting his head on the wall next to yours, still catching his breath. "I love you. So fucking much" he panted in your ear. "I love you too." You spoke softly thru your broken breathing.

He lifted you off the metal bar, though your legs were a little weak. He let you hold onto him for support. The two of you finished washing up in the shower, feeling the cold air as you both stepped out naked. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around you before grabbing one for himself. He grabbed another smaller towel and ruffled his wet hair. He laid that towel around his shoulders while you both walked out of the bathroom and back into your room. You stood at the foot of your bed and continued to dry off your wet skin. Kacchan slipped on a fresh pair of boxers and some jeans. Following with black hoodie, pushing the sleeves up to his elbows.

You were just pulling on a pair of panties and clasping your bra when you felt his hand on your waist and he leaned over your shoulder. "I'll make breakfast while you finish getting ready." He kissed your cheek before walking out of your bedroom. It'd always taken you a bit longer to get ready then him, since you had more steps.

He was being extra sweet today. At least more than he'd been lately. You'd hoped this meant that things were getting better and this rocky period wouldn't last much longer. You went back into the bathroom, blow drying your hair and putting on light makeup. You pulled on a pair of skinny jeans and a cream-colored knitted sweater. You left your hair down, like you did most days and grabbed your phone before walking out into the apartment.

The smell of bacon filled your nose, and you followed it into the kitchen. You saw a bowl of egg yolks on the counter with a whisk sitting in it. You watched as Katsuki laid two pieces of egg-covered bread into a skillet, listening to the sound it made with it started to sizzle. "Bacon AND French toast? Is it my birthday or something?" You teased as you sat in one of the island counter stools. He smirked flipping over the bread in the pan. He grabbed a plate out of the cabinet and put one large piece of French toast on it along with a few strips of bacon. He grabbed the maple syrup out of the fridge and set them both on the counter in front of you. He walked around the counter to where you were sitting and grabbed your face gently. He turned your head to look at him and pressed a kiss to your lips. "Thank you for the udon. I'm sorry I wasn't home to eat it with you, but I'll make sure to take it for lunch today." You paused for a moment. This felt weird. Not in a bad way, but just... Different. He was being nice. Too nice. This was unlike him. "...you're welcome?" Something was up but you weren't quite sure what. "Are you feeling okay?" You asked him as he made his own plate and sat next to you. "Me? Yeah I'm fine. Why?" He responded before dousing his toast in syrup. "You're super lovey dovey this morning, and I just wanted to make sure that nothing was wrong."

he scoffed. "Am I not allowed to show my girlfriend affection?" He teased, trying to break the heaviness of the question. The truth was that he felt really guilty about being distant. About thinking of Deku. And on top of that, leaving for five weeks while you guys were working stuff out. He'd never say it to your face, but he'd always had a fear of losing you. Scared he wasn't good enough or that one day you might see him the same way everyone else did. So, he was trying to make up for it by doing all the things he knew you liked. But he didn't expect to be questioned about it.

"No, that's not what I'm saying. I like it, it's just..." You paused, trying to find the right words. "You don't usually act like this, so I was just checking in." You felt a bit insecure about questioning his behavior. Maybe you shouldn't have said anything, after all it wasn't really a problem. You couldn't complain.

There was that tension again. That heavy tension that hung in the air. The one that has been bothering you for so long.

The two of you finished your breakfast in silence and headed to work. The drive to the agency was silent, apart from the radio that played at a low volume. You walked into the building together, still in silence. You separated into a different locker rooms, both of you returning in your hero costumes.

You both stepped into the elevator and headed up to the 5th floor where both of your offices were. "I'm going to hold a team meeting today so be in the conference room at 10, okay?" He spoke, adjusting the sleeve of his suit. You responded with a simple mhm before it fell silent. As the two of you stepped out of the elevator, you were both greeted by your many sidekicks and assistants. "Diana, could you do me a favor and get a hold of everyone on the PVT case? Tell them I'm holding a meeting at 10am." He instructed one of his assistants. She nodded to him before walking away, presumably to do what he asked.

The PVT case was the "Pit Viper Tokara" case that everyone had teamed up on. The investigation had been running for a few months now and the past couple weeks have been full of immense progress.

Tokara Doku is the high-class villain that's been wreaking havoc on Japan. Up until now, Japan's biggest threat was the league of villains. But since the war had ended, and the new generation of heroes took over, things have been pretty quiet.

Tokara's first appearance was just 3 years ago. There had been a string of Murders linked with poisonous venom. None of the victims had a pattern that the detectives could see, and the type of poison used couldn't be matched in any database. It was a hard case for the police to crack, so they brought it to the pros. It was Chargbolt who made the first discovery of the Venom Villain, a young man by the name of Shio Takumi, more well-known now as the villain Tokara Doku.

Since then, his attacks on innocent civilians have become increasingly frequent and his methods seem to be more and more sadistic. A handful of agencies thought it best to work together and share what information we had on the villain, spending months on detailed investigations. The people attending are Pinky and Red Riot with their shared agency, Creati, Hitoshi and Chargebolt (also together) Shoto Todoroki, along with Deku, and last but not least Bakugo and your's shared agency.

~

You opened the conference room door, noticing Kacchan and Eiji talking at one end of the room. A few of your fellow pro heroes littered the large space in various locations. The room bright with florescent lights, a long dark Mahagony table with chairs surrounding it. You took a seat at your usual spot, right beside Katsuki's chair at the head of the long wooden table. You sat and waited for the meeting to start, fidgeting with the hem of your sleeve to keep you distracted. Quiet chattering filled the room while your brain scattered.

Thoughts about this morning filled your mind. 5 whole weeks without Kacchan. Come the think of it, the two of you never spent more than just a few days apart since high school. Only ever a week at most maybe.

What if being away from you for that long made things worse...

You were pulled from your thoughts when the chair next to you was pulled out with a quiet scraping against the white tiled floor. You heard a familiar voice. "Hey pup!" You looked to see Izuku beaming his sweet smile at you. "Oh- hey zuku." His smile faltered for just a second before he turned soft.

He noticed something seemed... Off.

"You alright y/n?" He tilted his head down just slightly to level with you. He couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was, but he just had a feeling that something was weighing on your mind. "What? Oh- yeah no no I'm fine." You waved off his concern. He leaned his head forward, raising his brows and giving you a look thru his lashes. "You sure?" You nodded and gave him a soft smile, assuring him that you were indeed, fine.

He opened his mouth to say something else, but before he could, you heard your boyfriend's booming voice fill the room. "Okay, a few things we need to get thru today. But first..." He paused, readjusting his posture, crossing his arms as he shifted his weight onto one foot. His frame towered over the table. "Kirishima, Shinsou, and I will be leaving in a couple days to take up a mission in America for a few weeks. While I'm gone, Deku will take over on leading this case with y/n." He glanced over to the two of you before continuing.

"As of now, we only have one lead on a possible location on where Tokara is hiding out." He picks up a small black remote from the table and turns to the white projector screen behind him. He turned the screen on and cleared his throat gruffly. "He's been able to escape our surveillance for about 2 weeks now, but one of Red Riot's sidekicks said he spotted him outside Shizuoka prison, and he was headed into this abandoned factory just a few blocks away." He clicked the remote and a slideshow of photos popped up of the abandoned building he was talking about.

He turns back to the group at the table. "We will not be taking any steps of action until I return, unless it is absolutely necessary." at the opposite end of the table you heard Hypno huff in annoyance. Bakugo turned towards the purple haired hero. "Got a problem, Shinsou?" he glared at him, red eyes burning. "As a matter of fact, I do, Dynamite." he said gruffly. "Denki still hasn't fully recovered from the most recent attack. He barely made it out of that fucking fight alive. I don't think we should be waiting to solve this issue just so more people can end up hurt!" his voice raised, and the rest of the group looked at Bakugo with expecting eyes. He replied, "I don't think rushing into something this serious, with the little information we have, is such a bright idea, idiot." the last word coated in malice.

Momo chimed in from the seat across from you, trying to lower the tension before it got worse. "Are we positive he's working alone? I know we've found no evidence of a partner or other villains, but his crimes as of late seem to be too complex for just one person to accomplish alone." Katsuki sighed. "We aren't positive, no. But just like you said, we have absolutely no evidence of him working with anyone else. I don't underestimate him to do all of this on his own, however we will be prepared for the possibility of other participants." he said this with a certainty in his voice. Strong and confident.

The meeting continued like any other, after 2 hours of heated conversation, it ended with a final conclusion of what was to take place while he was overseas. Though the two of you started this agency together, and it belongs equally to you both, Kacchan ran this place like a well-oiled machine. Always on top of things, keeping everyone organized and in check. There was a reason he was second only to Deku. And he never let being "number 2 hero" phase him. Getting his job done with efficiency.

On your way out of the meeting, Izuku catches you by the arm. "Hey, so uh, I didn't really have a chance to say this earlier... But we should get lunch sometime, we haven't really hung out in a while and I miss you" there was that sweet smile again, the one that always felt so warm and welcoming. "Yeah, that'd be great! I miss you too Zuku." You replied eagerly, returning his smile. "Maybe I'll even get ya another pup-cup" he teased, brushing his knuckle on the end of your nose.

Two years ago...

The four of you in Deku's black BMW, sat in the drive thru, waiting for Izuku to finish placing his order. You sat in the passenger seat being the DJ (He always gave you the aux.) Kacchan and Eiji were squeezed in the back seat with Ichika, Zuku's black and white spotted Great Dane.

You turned down the music while Izuku spoke the order out the window and into the speaker, mindlessly scrolling thru your phone. You weren't paying much attention to what he was saying, but you did hear your name. "Y/n, what do you want?" You looked up from your phone. "Uuhh I don't really know the menu all that well. Just get me whatever it was you brought me last time that tasted like cookies and cream." He turned away from you and continued with the order.

Next thing you knew you were being handed a cardboard tray of drinks and a little paper bag with warmth radiating from its contents. "Here baby" you handed Kacchan his drink, following with Eiji's right after, then setting yours and Zuku's in the front seat cup holders. He then handed you two small paper cups that were filled with nothing but what looked like whipped cream. You'd never seen this before.

You stuck your finger into one of the cups and tasted it. It was sweet and fluffy against your taste buds. You stuck out your tongue and licked at the cream some more. As Izuku turned back to you, he noticed. "y/n? Why are you eating the pup-cup?" He laughed, and you paused. "The what-cup?"

Out of your peripheral, you saw Ichi with her head poking thru the seat, head tilted, and ears raised as she watched you eat her treat. Izuku laughed again, picking up the second small paper cup and holding it up for the dog. "a pup-cup. It's supposed to be a treat for Ichi." He looked over to his pet, whose large tongue was going everywhere but the whipped cream. Your eyes darted between the two of them for a second as you realized. You heard Eiji in the back seat start laughing when he caught on.

"How's the treat, pup?" Izuku teased. And he never let you live it down. you laughed embarrassed as the three of them chuckled, blushing as you hide your embarrassment behind your hands.

The memory of where his nick name for you originated, seeped into your thoughts as you watched him walk away, pulling his coat over his hero suit before the elevator doors closed.

You could see the last sliver of sun peak over the horizon from your office window as it set. Mostly everyone had left the office by now, only few employees stayed late to finish their paperwork. Kacchan came thru the elevator doors, finishing up his evening patrol. Through your open office door, you watched him enter his own and set his gauntlets in the small chair.

You quickly logged off of your desktop computer, making your way over to him. footsteps quietly echoing in the empty office hallway. You leaned against the open-door frame and lightly knocked on the wood to get his attention. He turned to face you, taking off his green and orange gloves and setting them on the corner of his desk. "You 'bout ready to head home?" You asked quietly as you shoved your hands in your pockets. "I've got some paperwork I need to finish up, but you should go get some rest." He replied, stepping closer to you, pulling a set of keys out of his pocket and handing them to you. "Go ahead and take the car, I'll get a cab when I finish up." He cupped your face and pulled you a bit closer to plant a soft kiss on your forehead. "Okay." You mumbled. He sighed, moving his hand to lift your chin and look him in the eyes. He saw the slight pout on your face. He pursed his lips slightly, mimicking your pout. "I love you." He said in a bit of a whiney voice, trying his best to make you feel better. You let out a huff, staring into his vermillion eyes for a moment. "Yeah, yeah I love you too... Idiot."

He smirked. "That's my girl." He gave you a quick peck on the lips before turning back to his desk. "Drive safe, I'll text you when I'm on my way home."

~

Katsuki sat at his desk; chin rested in his palms while he filled out reports. Sun fully set now, and only soft fluorescent light filled the room.

"Why am I not surprised that you're still working?" Kacchan looked up from his computer to see the green haired hero leaning against the door frame of his office. "What are you doing here? Thought you left after the meeting." His eyes turned back to his computer screen to continue his work.

"I did. But I had a sneaky feeling you'd still be here, and I wanted to talk. " He pushed off the door frame, taking a seat at one of the chairs opposite Katsuki's desk. "Talk? About what?" He continued to type.

"Something's been off with you lately." Izuku stated. "Hm? Nah I'm good." Kacchan brushed it off.

"That wasn't a question. I can tell." He paused as Bakugo looked over to him. He smirked. "You forget that I can read you like a book." Katsuki scoffed, turning back to his computer once more. "Okay. And if there was something going on, what are you gonna do about it?" Deku shrugged as he spoke; "We can talk about it?" Bakugo scoffed again. "You've known me how many years? And you think asking me to talk about my feelings is gonna work? Yeah, okay." He shook his head.

Izuku pressed his lips into a thin line, not surprised by his apprehensive behavior. It was quiet for a moment before Izuku broke the silence. "I was invited to go drinking with some of the team tonight, you should come."

"I'll pass, thank you very much." Bakugo didn't even bother looking away from his computer. "Oh, c'mon Kacchan, when was the last time you took a breather from all this hero stuff? You're a worse workaholic than me."

"I'm also not number one." He retorts. Izuku stayed quiet and Bakugo looked over at that signature puppy-dog pout that always got him what he wanted. He sighed, rolling his eyes. " who's gonna be there?" Izuku smiled a little. " Kiri and Mina, and also Denks and Shinsou. And me of course." he chuckled. Katsuki looked over at him again, noticing his smile.

'That damn smile...' He felt himself caving to Deku's request. 'it's just a night out. Maybe a few drinks and CASUAL conversation will help me get over these feelings. He lied to himself.

"Fine. Let me finish up this last report and we'll go." He finally agreed, tongue in cheek. Izuku beamed a triumphant smile, telling Kacchan he'd meet him outside before leaving thru the elevator.

He shot you a quick text.

Kit-Kat❤️:

Deku wants me to go drinking with him and a few others, you wanna come?

Teddy Bear🧸:

I'd love to, but I'm really tired :( I haven't gotten much sleep lately

You have fun tho baby<3

Kit-Kat❤️:

Okay teddy bear, love you💕

Teddy Bear🧸:

Love you too🥰

he smiled softly at the message, warmth in his chest from your quick reply. He really was in love with you. Although he was confused and distracted those feelings never changed. He headed to the agency locker room and quickly shed his uniform before finding Deku in the parking lot.

He didn't realize what was about to come...

✰🅱🆄🅽✰ + ❦︎ʜᴀʀᴜ❦︎

Part 2

My comfort character would probably find me annoying but I still needed this 🥹

To my fellow fanfiction readers,

When you're feeling alone, when you're sad, scared, lost, when you feel broken please try and remember this.

Your comfort character? Would absolutely adore you. They would think you were amazing, flaws and all. They would sit with you when you cried, they'd help you through every hardship.

They're here sweetheart, they're waiting for you, waiting for you to find the new story of your love, to revisit how you first met. They're so ready to fall in love with you all over again, and they will. Because they adore you. So please take care or yourself sweet one, they'd be so lost without you.

So what will it be tonight, friends to lovers? A/B/O? The one bed trope? Found family? Will you find eachother again after a time apart? Will it be smut or fluff? Love at first sight? Enemies to lovers? It's always exciting to start again isn't it? To rediscover how much you adore them.

I hope tomorrow is easier to live through than today, that you find that fic you're looking for, that safe place to land.

Remember your comfort character believes in you and so do I, the random girl on Tumblr, scrolling along with you, trying to make sure no one feels as alone as when they started. You are loved, matter, you are worth everything.

~💛❤True

Bibliophile Brew Vol. IV

Summary: When managing your parent's book cafe while they're away, you meet Wonder Duo Dynamight and Deku.

Warnings: NSFW. Minors DNI. Fluff, aged-up characters, language, smut, impliedshort!reader/height difference, shower sex, quickie, major praise, plot-heavy, relationship talks, overwhelming work environment, slight panic attack, pet names (bunny, darling, etc.), social/familial pressures. If I have forgotten anything, please let me know!

Word Count: 5.8 k

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Katsuki is pacing. Now, you haven't known the Pro Hero long, but you are fairly confident that when the man remains silently stewing as he treads the length of the bedroom then hell is soon to be raised. He hasn't taken his eyes off the gossip column on his phone, obsessively rereading the article. You're glad he pulled it up on his own phone after seeing it on yours as you watch the smoke begin to accumulate from his palms, the device close to cracking under the strength of his flexing fist.

Izuku isn't much better as he sits next to you on the bed, a finger pressed into his bottom lip. His mouth ran a mile a minute with mutters. The both of them make you uneasy with their differing reactions. You anxiously chew on your thumbnail and twist the hem of Izuku's t-shirt print t-shirt you're wearing with your other hand as you silently watch, trying to prevent idle hands. You know that if you don’t fidget then you’ll look at your phone, and you want to just ignore the overwhelming multitude of messages and notifications awaiting you.

"I'm gonna kill them," Katsuki grumbles, voice seeped in the unbridled rage bubbling beneath.

"Who?" Izuku asks, looking up at the stomping blonde.

"Whoever the fuck thought it was a good idea to trespass onto our property for these pictures!" he snaps. You flinch at the volume, gnawing too harshly on your thumbnail and breaking the skin. You hiss at the slight twinge of pain that stabs at your finger, and you finally remove the reddened and raisin-like digit from your mouth. You pout, noticing the blood rising to the surface. When you look back up both of the heroes are looking at you. You shyly avert your eyes until you feel a scarred palm gently grasp your forearm. Bright emerald eyes look onto you with comfort and worry swirling in their pupils. You grant him a wobbly smile that quickly fades with the waves of anxiety that are continuously crashing over you. Crooked fingers entangle themselves with yours. He squeezes your palm before bringing your hand to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to your injured thumb. Your eyes flit up to the blonde, meeting the carmine that stares apologetically down at you. He slowly treads over to you and drops to his knees before you. Callused, quirk-heated palms knead into your thighs which are still sore from the previous night's events.

"I'm sorry," he mutters, so uncharacteristically quietly.

You shake your head emphatically, looking down at your lap and staring at the thumb cradled in Izuku’s hold. "No, no, it's okay," you say softly. "Nothing to apologize for. I'm just jumpy." Your gaze intensely remains on the wounded thumb, otherwise you would have noticed the look the two men share between them.

"Bunny," Izuku starts hesitantly. "We're sorry that you were dragged into...all this."

"Oh," you deadpan momentarily before taking a quivering breath. You muster a sugary smile. "Like I said, no need to apologize. It's not your fault." Katuski's brow furrows at you, carmine eyes searching yours as you hear a soft sigh from beside you. Katsuki’s rough thumb brushes over your cheekbone, a comforting hand cupping your face. Pillowy lips press into your forehead softly, the touch lingering.

"Too fucking good for us," Katsuki murmurs so faintly that you nearly miss it. You give another small smile, sighing out a quiet laugh.

"Not true," you mumble.

"One hundred percent true," Izuku chimes in. His mouth presses a little peck into your temple sweetly. You let your eyes flutter and lean into the touch. You take a deep breath, letting the men's caramel and fresh linen scents settle over you, calming the nerves rattling your very being. You almost hate yourself for opening your eyes again to shatter this illusion that blocks out the rest of the world. Time to get back to reality.

"Thank you," you whisper. A moment passes silently, and your mind goes back to your phone and the mountain of texts that you need to respond to. Then your bubble pops. "I need to go to work."

Katsuki scoffs at that. "You're not going to work today."

"Umm, what Kacchan means to say," Izuku smooths over quickly, shooting a glare the blonde's way. "Maybe it'd be best to lay low for today?"

"But I can't just leave everyone hanging..." you weakly reason. "I can't just let everyone else deal with all of it on my behalf."

"Then...maybe close the cafe for a couple days?" Katsuki suggests with a shrug. You can tell he's trying to act nonchalant with his suggestion, trying to play it off as not being a big deal.

"I can't..." you shake your head, the anxiety suddenly getting to you as your mind is now forced to swim in the possible repercussions of the photo. You let your head fall into your hand, raking your palm down your face and then up through your hair. "I can't afford to close until this all blows over, cause who knows how long that will take! I can't do that to my employees...so many of them need the hours...I need the hours...and my parents—Oh, God—my parents! What if they saw?! What're they going to think?! They still think I'm a fucking virgin and my fucking panties are on the cover of gossip magazines!"

"Hey, hey, hey, shh..." Izuku is quick to jump into action, pulling you into his strong chest and rocking you with him. He pets your hair down and helps you establish a normal breathing pattern again. You're slow to come down from your impending panic attack but he eventually talks you down from the ledge. You don't even realize that you've started crying until rough digits swipe at falling droplets. "It's okay. You'll be okay, bunny. Look, from everything you've told me about your parents, I think they'll understand. Give them a chance, they may surprise you. As for the rest of the world, don't worry about them. We'll fight the whole world if we have to." You wetly chuckle at that.

"Thank you, Zuku," you giggle weakly, the tears still watering down your voice. "That was very sweet...but very cheesy."

"Ha!" The explosive blonde cackles wildly as Izuku feigns hurt. You offer an apologetic peck to Izuku's cheek, and his pout disappears. His arms wrap around your waist and pulls you into his side, burying his head in the crook of your neck and placing a small kiss there. Katsuki watches the both of you lovingly. His large palm cups the side of your face. "You'll be okay today?"

You nod. "I told you not to underestimate me, remember?"

He chuckles, "Yeah, I remember, Darling." He sighs, running a hand down his face and pinching his nose for a moment. When vermillion meets you again, they're studying your features. When it seems that his inner monologue is complete, he nods. "You'll call us if there are any problems?"

"If it's anything I can't handle, I will," you compromise. He snorts out a breathy laugh and shakes his head at you. His hand cups the back of your neck, pulling you in to sweetly press his lips against your temple.

"Sorry this relationship got so serious so quickly," he whispers.

You offer a sweet smile. "I knew what I was getting into. And I don't mind serious." You press your lips to his before pulling back and running a hand through green locks to coax Izuku away from resting in the crook of your neck to press a kiss to his mouth as well.

With one last complacent smile, you untangle yourself from them to get ready for work. A little difficult to do without your clothes there, but Izuku offers to drive you to your apartment before your shift. Despite being in a rush, you eye the front door wearily, realizing that the guy's t-shirt over last night's dress just screams "walk of shame." It's not something you want to advertise with the risk of more paparazzi outside of the security of the heroes' house.

When you make it back to your apartment, Izuku walks you up, careful to keep an eye out for anyone with a camera. You invite him in as you get ready, and his eyes never leave you.

You're a bit nervous at the fact that he is in your apartment for the first time, but that was the least of your worries at the moment. It also didn't seem to matter, considering his eyes were trained on one thing.

"You look really good in my shirt, by the way," he says as he leans against the doorframe.

"I'm practically swimming in this," you giggle. You pull on the fabric as you look down at the kanji spelling 't-shirt'. The man strolls over to you, towering above your shorter frame. His hands settle on your sides, bunching the fabric between his fingers. His forehead presses to yours, his nose bumping into yours gently.

"Still looks good though," he whispers. "I like you in my clothes."

"Yeah?" you breathe out, lips brushing his.

"Mhmm," he hums, mouth pressing softly to yours. His fingers skim underneath the shirt, dragging his hands up your sides. "But I like you better without any clothes." He pulls the shirt over your head and his fingers pinch the zipper at the back of last night's dress, tugging the article open.

"Again, cheesy line," you giggle, watching his eyes roll playfully. "But I like that idea. Continue." He chuckles as his digits deftly work to remove the rest of the fabric that separates the two of you. Your fingers trail beneath his own clothing, inching over his skin. He slips your straps off your shoulders as you untie the string of his sweats. You take his hand and lead him to the bathroom.

"Where we going, Bunny?"

"I still need to get ready for work so we're multitasking," you answer. The two of you make your way into the shower, colliding the moment your feet hit the cool tiled floor. Your hands fumble for the shower handle as Izuku’s lips capture yours in a heated kiss. The water welcomes the two of you in a warm spray. You gasp as your back hits the cool shower wall and Izuku takes full advantage of this, his tongue slipping between your lips to tease at yours. A whine escapes your throat as his scarred, muscular arms cage you between his hard body and the ceramic tiles lining the shower wall. It's almost as if he's holding himself back as he removes his hands from your body and claws at the wall instead. Your earlier declaration about being underestimated rings in your head as you can't help but feel like he is treating you too delicately. A lot has happened in the last 24 hours. What better way to quiet those voices than a good, hard fuck?

Your hands wrap around his wrists, pulling his hands back onto your waist and clasping your smaller fingers over his dwarfing digits, making sure they squeeze and knead into your skin. "Not gonna break, Zuku," you mutter against his lips. "Stop treating me like I will." Something snaps in him then. Those hands you guided to your body now force you to turn around, one tangling into your hair and pressing your face against the cold surface your spine previously pressed into, while the other one grips at your hip, arching your back prettily.

"Noted," he grunts, groaning as he greedily takes in the view before him. His palm slides from your hip to squeeze at the flesh of your ass before coming back to smack at the fat globes just to watch the muscles ripple. He bites his lip when he notices the new addition of coloring his hand has left on your skin, beautifully accompanying those from the previous evening. "If you want me to stop, please tell me now."

You shake your head fervently. "Don't you dare. Please, Zuku. I need you."

He chuckles then, thriving off the desperation in your voice as his fingers prod between your legs. He's quick to find your bundle of nerves, circling the button with his thumb as his index glides over your slit with a barely-there touch. As the first fingertip breaches your entrance, your forehead falls onto the wall, letting the cool surface ease your furious flush. You let it all flood from your mind—the tabloids, the cafe, your friends and family—as you let this gorgeous greenette take away your worries with his intoxicating touch. His fingers make quick work of stretching you out, the digits scissoring you open. It isn't long before his crooked fingers are replaced by a thick cock kissing your cunt. He gingerly slides himself in, granting you a moment to adjust, but that's the only gentle moment the two of your share.

His hips are quick to pistol into yours, setting a brutal pace that has your screams echoing off the tiled walls. Your moans and whines accompany the crack of skin slapping. But the best sound is of Izuku's pretty pants and groans.

You can feel his breath against your neck, his words being whispered into your skin. "So good, such a good girl," he murmurs. "Ngh—so lucky. You're amazing!"

"Izu—oooh!" you try, but the words get caught in your throat and replaced by wanton moans while his cock pummels its way inside of you.

"Best girl we could've asked for," he whines in your ear. "So fucking lucky!" A scarred hand sneaks down and bullies your button rapidly. "C'mon, bunny, please cum. Cum on my cock, pretty bunny! Need it, need you so bad! Need to feel you squeezing down on me, babygirl. Fuck! Ahh~!" Your nails scratch the ceramic wall for purchase but find nothing stabilizing as your thighs tremble. You nearly fall forward, your knees buckling from the quick and intense pleasure. Izuku catches you before you fall, an arm wrapping around your waist as he continues to piston in and out of your creamy cunt. "Fuck yes!" he hisses through gritted teeth. He holds you flush to him as he empties into your sensitive pussy, riding it out before bringing the both of you slowly down from your high. You breathe heavily, attempting to catch your breath in the steamy bathroom. All the while, Izuku peppers your neck and shoulders with delicate pecks, holding you up as your legs continue to twitch and spasm. You can’t help but let out a breathless chuckle, Izuku quick to follow. You look over your shoulder at him, sweetly kissing the tip of his nose that nuzzles into your shoulder. Izuku is gentle as he rights you back onto your feet. Your legs tremble, but it settles a bit in use. Even still, he keeps hold of you, helping you remain standing.

Izuku keeps a cautious arm around your middle as he helps you clean up. You find that you like being taken care of by the freckled hero as much as you love being manhandled by him. He gently runs your loofah over your skin, covering you in a sweet, vanilla lather. His touch is soft, and maybe a bit teasing, as he washes away the evidence of your quickie between your legs.

"Mmm," you sigh softly. "Don’t start, Izuku. I don’t think I have time for another round." You feel the rumble of humor in his chest before he removes his playful fingers. A quick peck is pressed into your temple before he goes about the rest of the shower. You make sure to return the favor though, gliding soapy hands over rippled muscles and a bubbled ass. He growls when you give extra attention to his hardening staff and tightening balls.

"Tease," he grumbles, nipping at the tip of your nose as you laugh.

"Takes one to know one," you sing-song, sending him a sly wink before you relent and continue the shower as normal. When the water shuts off, Izuku wraps you in your towel, making sure you’re nice and warm in the fluffy material before drying himself off. You don’t stay to wait though, worried that if you watch the water drip down his abs to the deep v-line leading to the outline of his cock in that pathetic excuse for a towel…well, if that happened, you’d never make it to work.

You nearly race to the bedroom, pulling out your clothes and slathering on lotion before the gorgeous greenette can get any ideas. You’ve barely slipped into your underwear before scarred arms are wrapping around your middle, pulling you into a perfectly sculpted figure. He breathes in the scent of your moisturizer, holding you delicately and tracing your skin with his fingertips. He thumbs at the hem of your panties, pressing himself between your asscheeks, and peppering open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat. You lean back into him, allowing yourself to be enveloped in his embrace. His pinky dances beneath the fabric and he pulls it back with a snap, offering a loaded, "These look so good on you, bunny," that rumbles in his chest before he pulls away and presses a firm peck to your cheek, removing himself entirely to let you change your clothes.

Your head swims in the rush of the flush filling your face. "Tease," you grumble, pouting as he laughs.

"Takes one to know one, right?" He winks. You roll your eyes throw him an oversized nightshirt. Of yours for him to wear. It fits him unfairly snugly and he pulls on his sweats, foregoing the boxers he came in. You change your clothes quickly, throwing on dark pants and deciding to pull Izuku's t-shirt over your head once again and tying the back so it's no longer falling past your knees and simply looks like a cute, oversized style.

Izuku groans as his eyes roam over you in his shirt ready to walk out of the house as if boldly branding yourself as their’s now. "You sure I can't tempt you into staying home for the day? I promise I can make it worth your while." You shake your head and chuckle, pecking his lips. He groans again, "I know."

"I can’t hide," you sigh, hoping to convey your thoughts and feelings with the gravity of your tone.

"I know." As you pull away to grab your belongings for work, Izuku’s crooked fingers clasp over your hand. "Hey," he breaths, an air of sincerity falling between you both. "I hope you know that last night meant something to us. We...never knew that we wanted something more in our relationship until we met you. And last night was, we hope, the first of many. It's something we've talked about for a while now. But...I'm sorry we didn't do a better job of explaining that. We want you, all of you, and I never want you to think that it meant anything less to us." He pauses, making sure you’re grasping the weight of his words. You nod understandingly and he continues. "And what's happening now, with the press and that whole shit show, it means something to us as well. I know that you are more than capable of taking care of yourself, but please just give a call if you need either of us. Or if you just want to talk and see each other that's great too! I just don't want you to be stressed about this or what it means. I hope that we have made our intentions perfectly clear, but that doesn't mean we have to go at that pace, or whatever pace the media or public is trying to force us into. I just-I just want us to go whatever timeline that is best for us, regardless of anyone else. Bottom line is that we want to be with you. We want to take you out and spoil you and protect you but only in the ways you're comfortable with. And if you need us at all, please call. Kacchan would just love to yell at some Karens for you, if you'd like."

Despite the chuckle that bubbles in your throat at the image of Katsuki screaming at snotty busy-bodies with bad haircuts, your eyes get misty at the sentiment of Izuku's words. His gaze softens on you, and he pulls you in to press a gentle, comforting kiss to your forehead.

You should have stayed home. Or better yet, you should have stayed at Izuku and Katsuki’s home, wrapped up in their expensive, pro-hero-worthy sheets, and pro-hero-built bodies. You should have…but you didn’t. Instead, you stare at the never ending sea of fake fans and obsessed fans alike, all of them with phones out and vulture-like claws ready. You wonder how they managed to find your name and workplace so quickly, but that’s the internet detectives at work, you suppose. Luckily, none of them have noticed your entrance through the back door yet, but Sukki does.

She wordlessly excuses herself from the teenage girl shoving her phone in Sukki’s face and her questions down her ear canals. The aggressively inquisitive teen hadn’t even been ordering or planning to order from the looks of it so there was no love lost for that one. She enters the employees only section, frazzled and sweating. You prepare yourself for something resembling anger and frustration, but all she does is wrap you in a tight hug. Despite the chaos encroaching on your once peaceful workplace, you allow yourself to melt into the embrace, letting the warm contact soften the tension blooming in your body and mind. However, when she pulls away, you see the anger you were expecting, though you’re not sure who it’s directed at.

"What are you doing here?!" She asks, the strain in her voice heartbreaking to hear. "Go home! You need to let things die down and stay away from here."

"I can’t just let you guys take the brunt of all of this," you whimper. "This is my mistake."

"It is not!" Sukki scoffs. "Whatever happened with you and those heroes is your business and your business alone. And that shit-stain with the camera is going to know just how big a mistake they made once I get a hold of them." The growl in her voice makes you huff out a watery chuckle at the way it reminds you of a certain blond’s temper. You sniffle and wipe at your ruddy cheeks before straightening your spine.

"Thank you, Sukki," you breathe. Your eyes flit back to the door, looking out through the window at the horde awaiting your arrival. You’re spotted then. You can’t even understand why you’re such an over night celebrity. Do these people really think that they will gain anything from this experience? Interacting with you is not the same as interacting with your boyfriends. Unless they think that you’re the gateway to knowing them. That’s so ridiculous though. You watch as your coworkers have to back away from the counter when someone tries to push their way forward just to catch a glimpse of you. "And you’re right. My personal life is my own, so let’s just end this now."

You leave the sanctuary of the employees only area and face the beast. All eyes turn to you and you falter for only a moment before you straighten your spine, knowing that if you back down now then you’ll never slay this monster. Ignoring the painful shrill of squeals, you take a deep, calming breath through your nose, picturing the viridian and vermillion irises that await you at the end of the day. You look at your coworkers, seeing the mix of pity and relief on their features, and you’re filled with a new determination, wanting to fulfill your reason for coming into the cafe. Another breath fills your lungs. "Welcome to Bibliophile Brew Cafe," you project to the crowd, hoping that your words don’t fall on completely deaf ears. "I’d like to start by reminding everyone that we reserve the right to refuse service. I will not tolerate disrespect to my employees or myself. We also do not consent to be photographed, and any person who posts or shares our images without our permission will be faced with legal action. Now, if you are here to place an order, we are happy to serve you. If not, please make your exit now. And we do apologize, but our dining area will be temporarily closed, and all orders will be to go. Thank you for your patience." The girl who had been yelling at speaking with Sukki wrinkles her nose but doesn’t put down her phone. Your hand comes up and blocks out your face from being captured by the camera as you look the teenager dead in the eyes. "If you are not here to make an order, leave. Either way, put your camera up, or you will be permanently banned as well." Your voice leaves no room for question, so the girl dressed in a too tight, homemade looking BakuDeku shirt huff, turning and leaving. The rest of the crowd seems to understand how serious you were being. Some put away their recording devices, few leave, many stay. You know now that you’ll have to make many empty threats for your new rule set to be implemented, but that is not the priority. You drown out the noise of the crowd, turning instead to your employees. "How’re we doing?" Your coworkers look worse for wear; each of them with messy hair and sweat-soaked uniforms. Despite that, they each look relieved.

"Oh, y’know," Kaoru starts, deadpanned sarcasm dripping into your nineteen-year-old coworker’s voice. "Like, holy shit." Aiko, the newest to your work family looks close to tears as she rushes you in a hug.

"Oh, hey," you coo, trying your best to be comforting as you pat her back. "You all have been through food service hell this morning. I understand completely if you want to leave now."

"And leave you with this-this…mob?!" Aiko guffaws.

"Oh, hell, no," Kaoru declares. "We’re not leaving you alone."

"Just tell us what to do, boss," Kim says, the quiet man asks. The eyes of your coworkers look to you intently, all waiting curiously for your game-plan. Sukki gives you a nod and you offer all of them a soft smile.

"Sukki, please help me with the orders. Aiko, go type up the conditions I just said and print signs to be taped up. Also, print a sign that says we’ll be closing early. Kim, you’re on register with Kaoru. Let’s just get through the next few hours before we cut these vampires off and then I’ll treat you all. Okay?" You receive collective agreement before jumping into action.

It was the shift from hell, but you all made it. You dodged every question and had to ask several people to leave, but you did everything you could to keep the day going and to take care of your coworkers. Another way you were doing that was by bringing them to the Karaoke bar, renting out a private room for the lot of you to finally relax without the risk of more fangirls and pervs bothering any of you. As Aiko and Kim belt out an off key j-pop song, you rest your head on Sukki’s shoulders, silently praying that the cafe patrons took your legal bluff seriously because you have no idea if you could take legal action against anyone that might have taken your picture. An elbow jabs at your side and you look up to Sukki’s soft gaze.

"Cut it out," she demands gently.

"Cut what out?"

"Cut the overthinking out," she says. "There isn’t a guidebook for dealing with shit like this but you did it. You were amazing at it! You led, you were a boss, you should be proud of that."

You pout in thought, knowing that she’s right but not knowing how you could convince yourself of that. "Then how come I don’t feel like I did well?"

"Have you had time to process it all?" Her question stirs something inside your gut, knowing the answer is no, you haven’t had time to process. Not have you had time to grieve the loss of your privacy, your anonymity, or your dignity. A single photo took it all away from you, and you’re not sure if your scary new relationship is worth all of that. Then you’re terrified of the new wave of doubts crashing through your mind. But you don’t feel like you can say that, not even to your best friend.

So instead, you say, "No, I guess I haven’t."

"Then maybe that’s why you aren’t recognizing your own success today," she shrugs. "Or maybe it’s cause you’re the only one of us not drinking. Seriously, you deserve a buzz more than anyone and I wanna hear your drunk version of Polaris." You snort at the suggestion.

"Don’t wanna risk another scandal," you dramatize, or at least you hope it’s an exaggeration. You’ve never been one to drink as you had come to learn that you are a lightweight, but now, you’re afraid that a few glasses would have some majorly negative consequences. Your coworkers pout and chorus with ‘aww’s and ‘boo’s. They don’t take your rejection lying down though and instead flank your sides, dragging you to the mic by your wrists. A shot glass is shoved into your palm, a medley of cheers and pleas directed your way. You sigh, a nag thought ringing in the back of your mind as you remember that you brought your employees here to help them relax after such a rough day. You better lead by example. At their persuasions you finally give in, you throw back the burning alcohol before taking the mic between your hands, deciding that the best revenge would be to give them the insult on their eardrums that they were begging for.

The alcohol you were supplied with gave you an immediate buzz of false confidence and you sang three more songs. The night went by too quickly as you finally let the pressures of the day melt from your tense muscles. You all went your separate ways, Sukki’s arm slung over your shoulder and your arm wrapped around her waist as the rest of your friends sang their way down the sidewalk in the opposite direction. You were both holding the other up, swaying as you head towards the bus stop, giggling at nothing and also everything, each of you finding the most minuscule of your journey’s details to be hilarious. You plopped down on bench beside Sukki, the both of you leaning into one another. Her giggles are slow to subside, but once they do, her gentle smile stays as she watches you.

"I missed this," she beams, features soft and lips stretching with her growing grin.

"Missed what?" You question tipsily. "Miss guilt karaoke after a shit-show of a day?"

Sukki snorts and rolls her eyes at you. "No, I miss you. Your laugh. Your smile."

"What are you talking about?" You tilt your head curiously. "I smile all the time."

"No, I mean the real, genuine thing," she says, her eyes locking in on your own. "The smiling-cause-you’re-happy-not-cause-you-have-to-for-customers thing. The smiling-without-being-have-asleep-cause-you-were-up-all-night-working-on-a-paper thing. Like the real thing. I missed it. You haven’t done that in a while."

"Oh," you think back to the months that your parents have been away, the months since you’ve taken on their entire livelihood alongside your schooling. You have been stressed. The pressure of taking on that much responsibility had been weighing on you for far too long and it had affected you far more deeply than you had realized.

"I guess you really did need to get laid." And just like that, the somber air clouding your thoughts had been lifted. You’d like to blame it on Sukki’s comedic effect, though you know that it was mostly your tipsy mind that supplied the giggles.

Soon a car pulled up to the bus stop and Sukki’s phone dinged with its arrival. "Ahh, Uber is here." She hops up, looping her arm through her purse and turning towards you. "I already called you a car. You wait here and you text me when you get home, alright?"

"Yes, mom," you giggle. She gives you her best impression of a stern mother before her face breaks out in a grin. Her arms wrap around your shoulders, embracing you tightly, and you sink into the comfort of it all. "Thank you for taking care of me."

"Well, you take care of everything else, so it’s my job to take care of you," she mutters into your hair. A sleek black car pulls up behind the awaiting Uber driver. "Besides, I have helpers now." You chuckle at that, the image of vermillion and viridian flashing behind your eyes. You give her a tight squeeze before letting her go to her ride. She waves to you from the car as they drive off, the space they left behind being replaced by a sleek sports car seconds later. You admire the vehicle for a moment before the window rolls down and you’re left to admire something else. A grin breaks out onto your face when your eyes land on the carmine eyes and spiky blonde tuffs sticking out in all directions from his head. The explosion hero parks the car in front of you, getting out of the driver’s seat to stop in front of you. Whatever worries you had about your relationship earlier, whatever doubts you may have had, seem to fade away as he gives you his signature smirk and offers you a calloused palm. You gladly take it, letting him coax you to your feet and into his strong arms.

His lips press into your crown, and you feel his breath over your scalp as whispers, "You okay?" You’re grateful for the softness, never really expecting it from Katsuki, but always pleasantly surprised when experience that side of him. You’re especially thankful for his gentleness after what you saw from him this morning, the sight of his panic did nothing to quell the anxiety over the situation. While you know that your day was rough, but you’re sure that his and Izuku’s was just as difficult. But that didn’t matter now; not while you were surrounded by him, his caramel scent invading your senses and weighing warmly in your chest.

So, you nod, offering a hum of, "Mhmm."

His chest moves beneath your head as he breathes out. "Let me take you home?"

You’re not sure whether he was referring to your apartment or not, but you don’t risk leaving it up to interpretation. "Your place?" And the wolffish grin tells you that he was hoping you would say that.

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Nightmare Fuel

Summary: After venturing into the woods and stumbling across a statue, Gravity Falls’ newest resident meets her worse nightmare...or maybe her scariest wet dream.

Requested by @fivvy

Warnings: NSFW. 18+ only. Minors DNI. DARK FIC! This fic contains darker themes such as manipulation, possession, violence, dub/con, and non/con! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! Aged-up Characters, Bill x reader, Bipper x reader, slight Dipper x reader? (There's some tension), porn with plot, slight MabelxPacifica, asshole!Dipper, mind sex, mind break?, sex pollen-like symptoms?, supernatural elements, horror-like elements, fingering, oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, revenge sex, choking, asphyxiation, accidental voyeurism. Lmk if I forgot anything! LAST WARNING! DARK ELEMENTS! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK AND NO MINORS!! AGES IN BIOS!! Seriously guys, it’s kinda messed up and I will block minors!

Word Count: 7.9 k

Gravity Falls. The town just west of weird. And your new home. When you were younger your family used to drive through the small, eccentric town on the way to visit family in Portland. Your parents just loved the scenic route, and the great nature of Gravity Falls was about as scenic as it got. You never stayed in the town long, but the curious corner of the world always drew you in. The people you would meet during your occasional diner stops or the stories you would hear piqued your interest. It drove you towards a love of writing and reading, just searching for vibrant characters that might match the town's local color. Which is why you decide to take a year off college and live amongst the people that initially stirred your curiosity.

Stepping off the bus, the sunlight speckles through the trees, the warmth dusting your cheeks, and you are welcomed back to the town of Gravity Falls. The scent of pine trees and maple surround you as you walk towards the town square, a suitcase rolling behind you. Checking the address on the post-it note in your hands, you make your way to the house on the edge of the woods: the Mystery Shack. It was probably more of a gamble than you should have taken to respond to the rooming ad for a place called the Mystery Shack, but it was the only available housing in the small town, so you'd just have to take your chances.

Skipping the town tour, you make your way to the tourist trap, but you take note of the town as you go. Everything seems perfectly normal, like you remembered it, but you hoped that wouldn't remain the case. You needed something interesting to write about, something to spark a flame of inspiration in your head. So far, nothing but your new place of residence seems out of the ordinary. You make it to the Mystery Shack, surprised by the number of cars parked out front. A number of people come in and out of the house, most being led around by a dude in a suit, eyepatch, and fez. Walking closer to what you can only assume to be a tour group, you listen in on the man rifting off facts about the obviously fake attractions.

"And here we have the rock that looks like a face, dudes," the tour guide said.

"But is it a rock or is it a face?"

"No, dude, it's a rock that looks like a face," the tour guide sighs as if he got this question often. "It's-it's not an actual face." This only sparks more controversy for the guide, so you peacefully excuse yourself from the group, bypass the entrance for the indoor Mystery Museum, and trudge around to the backdoor. You're pleased to find no tourists there. From the window, you notice a few people filing around the room and you hope they were the actual residents of the house/tourist attraction. Knocking on the door, you are almost immediately met by a bubbly brunette answering with a brooding blond watching intently behind her.

"Uh, hi, I'm—"

"Are you our new roomie?!" She beams, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she ushers you in before you even give your answer. Once you’re in the room, you take in each of the girls' features. The brunette smiles at you excitedly, a pair of perfectly straight teeth flashing between glossy pink lips. Her curly hair tumbles down her back, the front of her bangs are held back by a dark pink headband which matches a pair of leggings she wore beneath a white tee with a multicolored shooting star on the front. The blond behind her has straight hair, straight-cut bangs brushing over her long, mascara-covered lashes, a light purple dusting of eyeshadow matching a purple jersey shirt with a white diamond on the front over a pair of black leggings along with a pair of big, white hooped earrings.

"Yeah, yes, hi," you breathed out, apprehension and shock in your tone as you’re pulled in. "Are you Mabel?"

"Actually...I'm your new roommate!" She squeals before deadpanning with a, “But yeah, my name is Mabel.” You can’t help but smile at her enthusiasm.

"Well, it's really nice to meet you, Mabel," you say genuinely, a sigh of relief passing your lips along with a giggle.

"This is Pacifica, my gf and our other roommate," Mabel introduces. The blond nods her head, not saying a word as Mabel does all the talking. "And my brother also lives here but he's kinda...busy right now. He's sorry he couldn't be here for the greeting party though!" You brush that off. "How about we give you the tour and then we can get to know each other."

She grabs one of your two bags as she leads you to your room: a dark space with a slanted ceiling, a stained-glass window in the far-left corner which offers a muted colored light, a furnace in the far right, a bed at the center of the left wall, and a closet to the left of the bed. It’s perfect for a shut-in writer such as yourself. Mabel tells you that the room used to belong to her Grunkle Stan who was travelling the seas with his brother, her Great Uncle Ford.

Dropping the bags onto the bed, the three of you made the rounds of the house. Mabel and Pacifica share the attic, Mabel saying she has sentimental attachment to the space. While walking through their home, Pacifica tells you how she had grown up as a rich only child. Her parents had fallen on a bit of "hard times" after her dad made a bad investment in some bonds and they had to sell their mansion to the town kook, Old Man McGucket, and, yes, that is how he prefers to be called. After living with her parents until she was legally able to leave, her now living with Mabel and her brother in the Mystery Shack was not only convenient but is also like a middle finger to her oppressive parents. You learn all of this before you even make it to the living room. You really like how talkative Mabel is. Her extrovert personality counteracts your quiet tendencies.

Coming to Mabel's twin brother's room—who you found out is named Mason but is nicknamed Dipper—it’s a mess. Dirty laundry, papers, and books all scattered over every surface. You barely notice the shape of the bed or couch underneath the piles of clothing and maps. The only thing that seems to be somewhat in order was the bookshelf. It’s stacked to the brim with books except for the top shelf, where only three books rest, all with their covers facing out. Each one is a deep blue, a drawing of a silver Pinetree overlayed with a golden Big Dipper constellation and underneath is printed golden numbers 1, 2, 3. They look like journals, though you had no idea what information could be handwritten there. You gather that he’s either a brainiac or a maniac, and neither tend to have very clean tendencies. But you aren’t one to judge, knowing you could get the same way in the midst of an inspired breakthrough. Your muse could work in mysterious and very annoying ways: ergo the entire reason for moving to Gravity Falls.

"Yeah, my brother tends to be a bit...hazardous when he gets in the work zone," Mabel explains sheepishly. "If it's not his room, it’s the basement that's a mess. Or both. Mostly both."

You’ve stayed relatively quiet the entirety of the tour but your curiosity itches at you brain, prompting an inquisitive, "What does your brother do?"

"Science research...of sorts," she answers through thin lips.

"Of sort?" Your brows scrunch together at the vague implication.

"Yeah, I'm not entirely sure the specifics of his work, just that he has a few Ph.D.'s," she shrugs, a nervous laugh bubbling in her throat, as if it wasn't a great feat to have multiple Ph.D.'s before the ripe age of twenty-four.

"Wow, that's...really impressive," you breath, not knowing exactly how to respond to her nonchalance over the subject.

"Yeah, proud of my bro-bro, just wish he would wash his clothes," she chuckles, faking(?) a grimace and pulling a laugh out of you and Pacifica.

The rest of the tour went on like this, sharing stories and taking cracks at one another, giving you an idea of the nature of the relationship between your new housemates. Mabel went on and on about how much the house means to them, and how much their great uncles mean to them as well. It’s really sweet, and you believe that you’ve found yourself some interesting characters to write about.

Mabel is really nice and, while Pacifica had a very hard exterior, you can see her softer side in the moments when she lets herself slip out of that tough exterior to laugh for Mabel. They both help you unpack quickly, even brightening up the space with a lamp Mabel had decorated herself—crystals hot glued to the base, refracting a cascade of rainbows around the room. You feel so welcomed already.

An ear-shattering bang shakes the house, dust drizzling from the ceiling and effectively startling you awake.

"Fuck!" A voice screams. You follow it with a heart-pounding urgency, leading you to the gift shop where smoke billows into the room. The vending machine swings open, and you startle, a small squeak leaping out of your throat. A figure emerge from the smoke, coughing and waving his arms with a cap in one hand to clear out the black cloud surrounding him. When the smog clears enough for you to get a good look at the man, the first thing you saw was the mop of curly brown hair, much like Mabel's, that is powdered with soot and debris. His pale skin is marred by the caking of dirt over his exposed arms and cheeks, yet the dark circles underneath his eyes were still prominent despite only being illuminated by the moonlight seeping in through glass windows. The dark grayish-green tee with a black question mark on the front was also frosted in a layer of powder. The red flannel tied around his waist seems relatively unscathed until he uses the material to wipe what is still on his face. His arms lifted to rub off the grime, showcasing the ink markings on his forearms. You can’t help but stare at him and the opened vending machine entrance, mouth hanging open at the scene. You wonder if you’re dreaming.

"Trying to catch flies, sunshine?" His deep voice rattles. You know he’s speaking to you despite him refusing to look your way.

"Excuse me?"

"No?" He smugly questions, the sarcasm dripping from his voice that is riddled with sleep deprivation and husky from his dust-coated throat. He finally looks over at you, allowing you to meet his chocolate brown eyes. "Then you should close your mouth." You wrinkle your nose at the snark of his tone. Before you can reply, the girls come down from the attic.

"Nice going, Dipstick, what did you blow up this time?" The blonde grumbles. You make a mental note to never wake the girl from her beauty sleep lest you receive the same venomous tone.

"None of your business, Pacifica," he sighs.

"I don't know why you're in such a piss mood when you were the one to wake everyone up at three in the morning, moron," she grumbles, crossing her arms over her chest and rolling her eyes so far back into her head that you’re sure she caught a glimpse of her brain.

"I know that you, more than anyone, need your precious beauty sleep, Pacifica, but my lab is not any of your concern," Dipper snaps back.

"Shut up, Dipshit."

"Buy my silence then, rich bitch."

The tangible tension in the room surrounds the house residents as Pacifica's eye twitch and her nostrils flare. Pacifica, not wanting to put up with his attitude any longer at three in the morning, mumbles a quiet, "Whatever," and turns on her heel, heading back upstairs. You can’t help but admire the great restraint on her part.

"Mason, go to sleep," Mabel utters firmly, tiredly, pinching the bridge of her nose in annoyance as she speaks. "You're a dick when you haven't slept in a few days." He knows better than to talk back to Mabel when she calls him out like that, especially so when there is a significant lack of a nickname.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," he groans, his hand dragging down his face, smearing black back onto the skin he'd just half-heartedly cleaned off.

"And you will apologize tomorrow." It’s not a question from Mabel, the no-nonsense tone leaving little room for debate.

"Yeah, I will," he mutters, followed by a nearly silent, "When Waddles learns to fly."

"Well, he already did," she argues, leaving you absolutely confused. "I'll see if I can't get her to apologize for the ‘dipshit’ comment but yours was worse so you have to make the first move."

"I know the drill, Mabel." She nods at his compliance, turning to you.

"I'm sorry that this is your first impression of my brother," she says sheepishly, though her tone scolds him still.

"This is the Ph.D. guy?" You choke out the inquiry softly towards Mabel, shock clear in your tone. She shrugs, nods, then goes off to find Pacifica.

"You must be the new roommate," he smiles then, though it’s more condescending than friendly. Despite that, he still holds out his hand for you to shake. "Nice to meet you. Stay out of my lab."

"Noted," you scoffs, taking his hand as if in a daze.

"Nice pjs," he smirks, instantly turning your cheeks red as you remember what you wore to bed. Nothing more than a thin T-shirt that barely covers your backside. You snatch your hand back from his hold. "Oh, and welcome to Gravity Falls."

Looking around, you take in the black-and-white space surrounding you. The trees still, despite the breeze grazing your skin; the birds hover in the air, wings wide spread; the wildlife turn their heads towards you yet don't move an inch otherwise. It’s like walking into a vintage photograph. Your mind wanders as your feet carry you deeper into the forest, following the gentle stream. The only color illuminating the monochrome forest is yourself and the image of a floating yellow-

"Mabel! I've said it once, I've said it a million times! I don't want any Mabel juice!" The sound of Pacifica's shrieking voice stirs you out of sleep, pulling you from the odd dream.

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you walk into the den full of commotion. "What the hell is Mabel juice?" You ask sleepily, mid-yawn. You’re met with coos about how adorable the action was from Mabel, to which you blush and sheepishly wave off, already getting the sense that Mabel found cuteness in almost anything.

"Mabel juice!" Mabel announces proudly and far too loudly for so early in the morning. "A beverage of my own invention!" She shows off, presenting the drink in question that looked like a hot pink choking hazard. "Want some?"

"Hmm," you hum in thought at her hopeful intent. "Thank you, Mabel, but I think I'll stick with coffee. I do appreciate the offer though." She just shrugs, still beaming, and pours herself a glass. The sweet smell of pancakes wafts around the room as you sit at the kitchen table. "Something smells good."

"It's my ultra-chocolate-chip pancakes with sprinkles!" Mabel announces, sliding a plate over to Pacifica with a nicely decorated array of rainbow colors over a cloud of whipped cream in the shape of the Smiledip puppy.

"Wow, is this what breakfast is always like here?" You wonder aloud, Pacifica shrugs, hesitates in thought, and then nods.

"How many pancakes, Sunshine?" Mabel hums, the nickname falling easily from her lips. She obviously makes attachments very quickly.

"One, please," you say politely. Mabel is quick to oblige, whipping up similar masterpieces that look like a kitten judge, complete with chocolate syrup whiskers, a powdered sugar powdered wig, and a bacon gavel. "Mabel, this is really incredible." You can’t even remember the last time you had a hot breakfast. Or any breakfast for that matter. You didn't exactly practice a habit of self-care while taking your college courses...or any basic needs really like a regular eating schedule or exercise.

"Why thank you, Cutie-Patootie." You would respond if your mouth wasn't currently stuffed with the bacon gavel. "Sleep well?"

"For the most part." You nod slowly before your mind drifts back to the three a.m. incident. "Can I ask you something though?"

"Shoot."

"Is your brother always like that?" Pacifica snorts derivatively beside you, as if laughing at her own inside joke echoing in her head.

"Well, if you mean pushing the reasonable boundaries of his own health to finish his current hyper fixation…then yes," Mabel sighs, offering a sad smile. "But the bitchiness, no. He’s usually sweet, just sassy. But he tends to slip into bitchy mode when he hasn't gotten enough sleep…which now that I think about it is whenever he’s on the edge of a breakthrough…So to answer your question: yes."

"Hmm, that seems so stupid, though," you hum around a mouthful of the sugar drowned pancake bite.

"Pardon?" The voice comes from behind you, startling you with a bite of pastry cat judge halfway in your mouth. You would have choked if you'd taken a bigger bite. Turning your head, syrup almost dripping off your pouting bottom lip, you see Dipper. He obviously showered which was quite the improvement from last night. Now that his face is clean you can take notice of his features. You remember the big brown eyes but now, without the smudges of grease and grime on his forehead, you notice the pair of bushy eyebrows and fluffy curls that rest above those chocolate orbs. It looks like he hasn't shaved in a while, a shadow of scruff shading his chin. Instead of the question mark tee from last night, he’s wearing a dark blue sweater with the words "Disco Girl" in bubbled sky-blue font that reminds you of a 70s aesthetic mood board which he accompanies with a pair of grey sweats. You think it an odd outfit choice for the moody man in front of you, the juxtaposition boggling your mind. He cocks his head and raises a bushy brow in question when you take your time to answer.

"I mean, it just doesn't seem very productive," you shrug when you finally shallow the breakfast bite that was stuffing your mouth, the hypocrisy dripping off your words as much as the syrup. "When you don't get enough sleep your neuroreceptors lose their sensitivity to serotonin and norepinephrine which leads to impaired cognitive function. I thought you were supposed to be a genius or something." You mumble the last part while sipping on your cup of coffee. Pacifica snorts out of laugh, Mabel has to slap her hand over her mouth to cover the traitorous smile, and Dipper stares at you with his nose wrinkled and his brows drawn together, taking in your words and frowning at the implication.

"I'm going back to bed," he announces, immediately turning on his heel. “Save me a pancake gnome, Mabel!”

"Are you a science buff too, Sunshine?" Mabel asks once Dipper has turned the corner. Peering past the wall, you check to make sure he was really gone.

"Nope," you popped the 'p'. "I got that off a tv show. I just wanted to stump him." All three of you erupt in laughter.

"Okay, I’ve decided to like you," Pacifica giggles, leaning back in her chair and giving you an approving once over. "On a trail basis, of course. We’ll see how it goes."

"Honored," you chuckle.

"So, what’s the plan for the rest of the day?" Mabel asks. She turns the stove off, carrying over a plate with a llama pancake for Pacifica and her own her has a pancake shaped like a dolphin…with muscular arms instead of fins?

"Well, I wanted to check out the town a bit," you answer with a mouthful of the syrupy breakfast. "Maybe walk around the forest a bit…Any good landmarks to check out?”

"Want a tour guide?"

"Yeah, that’d be great, Mabel," you answer gratefully.

The three of you make a day of exploring the town. Mabel and Pacifica show off every aspect and share all the quirky attributes of the small town. Considering the size of the town, the tour doesn't take long. The last stop is Greasy's Diner where Pacifica works. The three of you eat lunch before Pacifica clocks into work. Mabel offers to walk with you back to the Mystery Shack before she goes back out to the craft shop for more knitting supplies. You politely decline, saying that you can find your way back on your own. You part ways and you take your own time strolling back to the house, taking the long way through the mysterious woods you've been itching to explore.

After living with the trio for a few weeks, you caught on to a few things. Mabel is a being of pure chaos, but she makes it work. She channels most of her energy into her creativity, her job consisting of running an Etsy shop selling knitted sweaters. Pacifica is actually a very chill person. She was rather reserved, and you'd catch her people watching often, especially when Mabel's friends Candy and Grenda would come over. She would often observe them with a small smile playing on her glossy lips. She seemed like the perfect balance for Mabel's wildness. And Dipper hates your guts. You're not sure why, but you frequently found him glaring at you. You're not sure what you did, but the guy always has an evil eye for you. Especially when you get back from your daily walks through the woods.

That's another thing about your time in Gravity Falls that seems odd to you. You're not sure why, but you're drawn to the wilderness. It's as if something in the forest was calling out to you.

Your mind wanders as your feet carry you deeper into the forest. Your surroundings blur and blend into the verdant brush or golden glow of the setting sun. You don't even realize how long you've been traveling until your limbs begin to ache and nothing around you is familiar anymore. You hear and see nothing resembling that of a human touch, only the steady thrum of the natural world you've stepped into. The final rays of the evening sun light your path as you venture further, a meager attempt to find your way back to civilization. However, you curiously find yourself stumbling upon a mossy mass of stone, and time seems to slow down the moment you do. The trees still, despite the breeze grazing your skin; the birds hover in the air, wings widespread; the wildlife turn their heads towards you yet don't move an inch otherwise. Coming closer, you see a scrawny statue arm reach out to you welcomingly. Your eyes travel over the attached body, the monument shaped like a personified pyramid. You tiptoe around the monolith, studying the odd artwork. A breeze sweeps over you, a shiver working its way down your spine. There's a sudden subtle tickle at the back of your brain and a slight paranoia settles across your skin. Your eyes find the granite gaze of the one-eyed creature, and goose bumps bloom over your flesh. You don't understand it, but you feel a simultaneous urge to flee as well as an overwhelming draw towards the inanimate figure. The contradiction creates a harsh turmoil within you, and you feel frozen, granting your surroundings the perfect opportunity to whisper advice into the wind. You can almost hear an audible "Run!" from the wood, but you can't bring yourself to follow the orders. Instead, your hand hesitantly reaches out to the outstretched hand, your fingers gingerly grasping the stone and wrapping your digits around the stony hand. However, just as your palm settles against the carved rock, fingers grip your wrist and yank you away, pulling you back into a hard chest. And suddenly, time is back on track. You're ripped from your daze as you're spun around to meet a pair of frantic chestnut eyes.

"What did you do?" he screams, shaking you by the shoulders. His face goes pale, deathly so, and the new ghostly shade causes the dusting of freckles over his nose and cheeks to drain along with his rosy completion. You unconsciously frown at that realization.

"What?" you mutter in a trance, your mind rousing slowly from the mental fog.

"What did you do?" he repeats in a panic, the desperation in his voice snapping you out of your stupor.

"Nothing!" you squeak out in defense.

"You don't touch this!" he wails in your face. "Don't ever touch this!"

"I won't!" you cry out, hands pushing at his shoulders and clawing at his fingers gripping painfully at your arms. His eyes are searching, scanning your face and person manically. Looking for what, you don't know. But he stares into your eyes as if expecting something new. Well, new to you, at least. You get the feeling that whatever he thinks he'll find swimming in your irises is something that he is plenty familiar with. When he seems satisfied enough, he pushes you away softly. Instead, he turns to gaze at the granite figure once more. A shaky hand cards through his curly bangs, showing off the constellation of freckles that were previously hidden. The movement nearly nudges his hat off his head, letting it rest haphazardly on his head. After a moment, it seems as though he settles the argument that has been playing out in his head. He grabs your bicep and starts dragging you back to the house, ignoring your protests.

When you make it back to the Mystery Shack, Dipper drags you through the attraction side of the house, stopping in front of a vending machine. He punches in a code before pushing you through the entrance that reveals itself. You're welcomed into a dark, dusty hallway lit only by a gas lantern. You then ride down in a creaking elevator, watching the numbers change through broken display glass. Once the metal elevator gate opens up again, another room is unveiled, and you soon realize that it's the basement laboratory, the one that he specifically, in no uncertain terms, told you to stay out of. You believe it was the first sentence he said to you, actually.

This room is by far more well-kept than his bedroom, but it also seems more lived in. There are contraptions, books, papers, and writing utensils scattered over every surface, but it at least seems like there is controlled chaos.

He maneuvers you to sit on an uncomfortable wooden stool in front of a wall of monitors and computer keyboards. You don't know why you've let him direct you so easily thus far, but you might be more afraid of what would happen if you resisted. He seemed so shaken, unstable even after you touched the statue.

You nearly jump out of your skin as you feel cold metal atop your scalp. You whip around to see Dipper attempting to fit a rusty colander with tubes sticking out of it over your head. You jump up finally, drawing a line in the sand.

"What the hell is going on?" You screech, a heaviness weighing on you as the fog is finally gone and you begin to understand the possible gravity of the situation.

"Relax," he sighs. "It's a cranium scanner. It's harmless. It's just meant to scan your thoughts."

You scoff. "Why do you need to do that? Why should I believe that's what you say it is? Why were you so freaked out about that statue? Why were you even there? Were you following me? You need to work on your communication because you just drag me down here and try to hook up some terrifying machine to me without my permission and without explaining and this is freaking me the fuck out!"

His jaw ticks with every word that quickly leaves your lips. Silently, he lifts the device to his head and fits it on his scalp. The moment he does the monitor comes to life. Green words dance across the screen and mumbles buzz from the speakers. You see and hear phrases like "Fuck, this girl is annoying...I need to run these tests...We have to hurry...gotta make sure he's not back...keep everyone safe, have to keep everyone safe...Man, I'm starving...When was the last time I did laundry?...Nah, that's a waste of time...Disco girllll, coming throughhhh, that girl is youuu...Shit, now that I look at her she's kinda cut—" He rips the machine off his head and clears his throat before shrugging his shoulders and waving his hands as if to say "I told you so" in a single motion. "See? Harmless. Now put this on."

You shake your head. "I still need an explanation."

He sighs out in frustration, taking the stool for himself as he runs a trembling hand over his exhausted features. "Look, this town...it's not normal, okay? There are things here...things that can't be explained...including that statue." You stare at him tentatively, noticing the way his fingers fidget together and his brow shines with sweat. "Just...do this and we will never speak of this again." You watch him for a moment, trying to gauge whether the knot in your stomach is intuition or just nerves over his odd behavior. You don't think you can trust him...but you feel like he needs this...whatever it is. And you hope that it'll calm his erratic behavior. Plus, you're a little amazed by the mindreading device, and you kind of want to know if it's accurate or not. You cautiously step forward, nodding minutely. He rises from the seat and allows you to take it. You do, wiggling around a bit to get comfortable on the incredibly irritating wood panels.

"Can I at least get a better chair?" you grumble.

He actually chuckles, a breath of relief leaving his lips as he nods. He drags an old, velvet-upholstered chair that sits next to a chess table. He smacks the cushion and allows a layer of dust previously caked on the fabric to fly into the air. You can live with it more than the splintering stool. You settle into the seat and allow Dipper to place the appliance on your head.

First comes the shock as all your thoughts are displayed on the monitor at a mile a minute, including the thoughts of your shock. Next comes the processing as you watch Dipper take a seat and start scribbling notes as he observes the monitors. You watch as every one of your thoughts is displayed and you begin to feel exposed as every one of your anxieties are advertised. Taking a deep breath, you let your eyes flutter close, trying your best to relax.

The next moment you open your eyes again something feels off. You scrunch your brow as you look around the room, trying to figure out what's different. Looking over to Dipper, you notice that he's stopped writing. Instead, he sits staring up at the screen. You miss how the screen no longer projects your every thought and only produces static. Your skin bubbles with pins and needles, a sudden chill filling your bones as Dipper remains unmoving with his chin resting on his intertwined fingers. You can't see his face and that alone unnerves you as the silence persists.

You hesitate to speak. "Dipper?"

His hands separate, palms placed flat on the keyboard top. Other than his arms moving, nothing else does. The anxiety is slowly pressing into your chest as you patiently wait for his next action or word. You're beginning to think you should run.

"Y'know," he starts. His voice sounds different, higher pitched, and echoing slightly. "The human mind is such a delicate thing...so fragile and easy to manipulate." He stands then but still doesn't face you. When he turns towards you slowly, his features backlit by the sinister green glow of the monitor, his movements are casual, and he leans back against the desktop with his arms crossed. You can see his eyes. They're different from the chocolate chip orbs that you saw before. Now his pupils consume the entirety of his irises, and it seems as if they're slanted like cat eyes. They almost glow yellow. They nearly remind you of...

He laughs suddenly, wobbily stalking towards you as he shakes his head mockingly. His voice morphs as he continues to make the maniacal sound. It becomes high and pitchy, echoing a shrill, unsettling quality in the sinister cackle that makes your stomach drop. "I mean, look at you! Look at how easy it was to lead you to this moment. You didn't even fight it!" Your hair stands on end at his words and your limbs tremble as you're reminded that you were worried that this would happen. Is it possible to tell yourself 'told you so'? "You just followed me through the woods. I didn't even have to trick you into taking my hand, you curious little thing!" You flinch as Dipper cages you between him and the seat, his face inches from yours as his eyes study you.

"What are you talking about?" You squeak out, your voice finally working once again. Now that he's so close, you know exactly where you've seen such odd eyes before. The statue in the woods.

"Ahh, there it is," he giggles. A hand comes up and grips your chin between his thumb and index. He shakes your head from side to side while pouting at you derisively. "Figure it out?"

"What—how?"

"Hmm, maybe not," he chuckles. He taps a finger into your temple slowly, but the gentle touch feels far more frightening to you, as if it's the calm right before the raging storm. "And here I thought you were a smart girl." His voice has morphed once again, two voices bleeding into one. You hear Dipper's voice being overtaken by that discordant tone that he laughed at you with. His eyes drag down your body then, a darkness seeming to seep into those unsettling ellipse pupils. "It's always odd to look through two eyes. Everything seems so much more...third dimensional. Much more graphic. For instance," his hand cups your throat, the touch so gentle and soft, but there was an obvious threat there, "if I squeeze, I'd be able to see your skin turn red and maybe even blue if I cut off your air for long enough." He absently chuckles, as if lost in the image of what he's imagining. He leans in closer, running his nose along your jaw. "I'd be able to see your veins popping out. Maybe I'd feel your windpipe crushing too." His eyes drift up to yours, as if only now remembering that you're there. He offers a smile that could possibly resemble something sweet, but it only turned your stomach. "Don't worry, Sunshine," he whispers, gently pecking your cheek, "that's not what I want."

"What do you want then?" you ask, your voice surprisingly harsh despite how your insides knot up and your throat feels as if it's closing up.

He chuckles, shaking his head as he pulls his gaze away from your temptingly delicate throat.

"Just saying hi to an old friend," he answers, releasing his hold on your neck and placing his hands on either side of your head. As he leans into you it's as if you're witnessing a real-life glitch as the man in front of you shifts from Dipper to a lanky, tan blonde. Wild locks peek out from a tiny top hat atop his head and sweep over his bangs that cover one of his eyes. He'd look like a normal person if he weren't wearing such a predatory grin that reminds you more of a monster instead of a man, the ethereal yellow glow that radiates off his skin, or the cracks at the edges of his face with a galaxy peeking through the unnatural jagged breaks of flesh. But just as quickly as the image of the new man appeared, it was replaced by Dipper once again. He wiggles his fingers in a small wave. "Isn't that right, Pine Tree?" He stares into your eyes but it's as if he's looking through you, instead. He's not talking to you.

Suddenly, his fingers clamp over the nape of your neck, the painful pressure causing your muscles to tense and you're at his mercy. He uses this to throw you towards the dusty couch along the wall. Now that you're out of his immediate vicinity you try to get up and run but he moves like lightning and he's over you in an instant.

"Sorry, Sunshine," he says as he swings a leg over yours, locking your body in place as it's trapped between his thighs. The image of his body continuously glitches from Dipper to the person you saw before. Your arms thrash as you squirm and kick and try to get away, but he pays no mind to your struggle, capturing your wrists easily in his grasp. His fingers dig into your skin as he grips your jaw painfully. "It's nothing personal. Well, not towards you, at least." He laughs as if he said something so funny, an inside joke only for him. "Actually, I should be thanking you. You freed me, your pretty little mind is going to be my new home. And in light of that, I think you deserve a little treat, huh?" Despite your struggle, the man easily held you down with a hand wrapped around your wrists. His other hand smooths down your sides, goosebumps raising in the wake of his touch. His fingers dig into your cheeks as he presses an open-mouthed kiss against your lips, his tongue slipping in and scavenging your mouth. And the taste of his tongue rubbing against yours is…intoxicating.

It’s like the sweetest of ambrosia seeping into your tastebuds. You feel like you should be fighting more, struggling harder against the man's advances. You feel the way your veins fill with ice at the realization of what he is planning to do. But your mind feels foggy, your movements sluggish and out of your control; the same way you felt while walking in the woods. Your mind is only consumed by the taste of his lips and how it fills your every being. You need more. Your skin feels hot, burning but in the best ways possible. The feeling slowly begins to thaw the ice in your bloodstream as his touch lights your nerves. You vaguely hear the light chuckle in his voice as your lids flutter halfway and you focus on the featherlike trail his fingertips left over your skin.

You open your mouth, but no words leave your lips, and that shrill laugh rings out again.

"See?" he coos, a mixture of Dipper and the other high-pitched voice resonating through the small room. "So easy." His hand releases your wrists, but your limbs stay in place, unmoving even with their newfound freedom. His thumbs knead into your sides as they slip underneath your shirt, slowly rolling the fabric up your body. "Bet Pinetree is squirming in his seat right now. Better give him a show, huh, Sunshine?" Despite every alarm bell in the back of your mind going off, you find yourself agreeing with the strange entity, knowing nothing but the need for more, more, more. His lips curl up into a sinister smirk as he watches the confusion etch into your brows but you do nothing to stop him.

His shirt is ripped over his head in an instant, displaying Dipper’s pale skin and the curly brown hair of his happy trail before his image shift into a mirage of the other man. Golden brick-like tattoo lines and crack of glowing galaxies along his body mar the perfectly tan skin of the unfamiliar man. And the glitches stop, you notice. He is no longer Dipper. He is only the fabricated personified image of the statue in the woods.

Dark fingers that look like they were dipped in ink and absorbed up to his elbows drag over your frame, cutting away each scrap of clothing covering your body. They fall away so smoothly, as if they were merely delicate drapes just waiting for a breeze to brush them away in a gentle sigh. You want to move your hands and cover yourself, but you can’t bring your limbs to listen. They belong to him now. All of you belongs to him now. And the smirk on his face tells you he knows that.

"Wish I had a real body to truly enjoy this, y'know?" He murmurs, gaze hungrily roving over you. He unhurriedly brings himself to lay on the couch chest down between your legs, the dark tendrils of his hands curling below your hips as his head nuzzles into the side of one of your plush thighs. His hair is soft, you notice. Softer than any earthly object. And you are choosing to focus all of your attention on that fact rather than the hungrily look he gives you. "But taste is more of a mental construct, isn’t it? I don’t need a real tongue to thoroughly enjoy a meal." It’s the only warning you receive before a devilish tongue is ravishing your inner walls. Despite his initial nonchalance, he moves quickly to pick you apart with only one muscle. Your eyes flutter shut at the pleasure but just as quickly, a fist closes around your throat and your eyelids fly open once again. "Eyes on me." And you listen, keeping your eyes on the golden iris trained in you as your jaw drops open in a silent scream while he brings you to completion under his skilled tongue. You don’t make a sound until his hand claps down in your thigh, signaling the need for an audible response to your climax. You oblige, letting a high-pitched moan escape your lips. He looks satisfied enough as he comes off of you with a wolffish grin.

You keep your eyes trained on him as he leans over you once again, as if you are incapable of closing them again. You’re not entirely sure if that inability is because of your own will or because of his command. Either way, you watch as the man hovers over you, causing you to jerk when his cock surprisingly taps your sensitive entrance. You look down then, watching the angry red, mushroom head sliding between your folds. Your body seems conflicted, trying both to get away from the friction and seeking to catch the bulbous tip on your weeping opening. You realize that he’s teasing you, however. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you know that he won’t do anything until you beg for it. He wants you to beg for it.

You listen to his sinister chuckle, the maddening sound bouncing inside your head…or are you both already inside your head…?

"Oh, you figured it out, Sunshine!" He chuckles in that echoing voice of his. "Now you know what I want, so do it." Your mouth opens without your permission but no words escape. "Oh, c’mon, Sunshine. I know you want it too…just give in."

"Please," the word is barely audible as it escapes your lips, but he hears it, perking up at the sound.

"Please what?"

"Please…please fuck me!" You can’t keep the whine out of your voice as you finally plead for what this has all been building up to. You don’t know this man—Creature? Ethereal being?—or what kind of spell he put on you. All you know is that you need it. Everything will be better once you feel his cock pummeling in and out of you. And that’s exactly what he does, plunging into you the second the last syllable leaves your lips.

The stretch is painful and you aren’t sure if the scream you release is because of the pain of his dick tearing through you or the pleasurable drag you feel on your inner walls. It’s like you want to scream, cry, push him out, but you can’t. You can only take it, take it, take it, just as he orders you to while he snaps his hips into you. You realize that you are crying, but again, you have no idea if the tears are from the wonderful stimulation or the searing shame of this moment. And somewhere in the back of your mind, you wonder if Dipper knows. You ask yourself what he thinks of you in this moment and if you even care when you’re being speared on a fat cock.

Again that demented laughter rings in your ears, reminding you of the demon you’ve officially sold your soul to that’s treating your body like his personal property. Maybe that’s his now too, along with your sanity. You can’t seem to say much besides moans and whines and pleas for something you’re not sure you want.

"Oh, I really wish you could see her face right now, Pinetree," he giggles, as if talking to himself. "You’d fucking love it. I know I do." He chuckles then, like he made an inside joke before his hand curls around your throat and makes sure your eyes are on him solely. And he speaks but not to you, to something he’s looking at through you. "But I really wish I could see your face right now. You getting off on this, Little Dipper? I bet you are. Freaks like you and me, we gotta enjoy these little moments when we get them." His grip tightens on your throat then and the panic sets in again. Whatever it was that lulled you into a false state of complacency is gone. You feel the oxygen struggling to fill your lungs as his hips snap faster in and out of you, his lanky fingers bullying your button as you’re starting to swim in asphyxiation.

There’s a twinkle in his eye that was never there before as he watches you struggle. You realize that his sadistic demon is getting off more on torturing you than he has this entire time. The smile that spreads across his face is one you know will haunt your very being. And you hate yourself as his digits circling your clit brings you to release just as your vision blackens at the edges. You barely register the warmth flooding your insides as you’re finally allowed to close your eyes.

You wake again with a start, your body shooting up in the chair again, the odd helmet once again gracing your crown. Your eyes land on Dipper whose back is turned to you and you wander if the nightmare is only restarting again. But when he turns around, you see the dark dusting of color on his cheeks and know that this isn’t the demon you just dealt with. But if the boner in his jeans is anything to go by, you do know that he watched the whole thing.

Dipper clears his throat, awkwardly shifting as he faces you, his hands fruitlessly hovering over his crotch and his eyes refusing to meet yours. "Umm," he squeaks. "I think we need to talk."

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