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petersbaby · 1 year

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Cold- Eddie Munson x reader

Part five ♡

Part four / Part six

Warnings: oral (m receiving) and that should be it

A/N: so turns out reader is a switch so the dynamic will change. She’s kinda dominant here. I am, in fact, a switch irl so I might be referencing myself a little >:) also I need to add these to my masterlist but I’m putting it off because linking all the different parts together is gonna be a pain in the ass. I shall do it though, soon. Whenever I get back on desktop hehe

“Hi Eddie.” Your voice comes through the phone and into his ear, causing a smile to spread across his face.

“Hi. What are you doing?”

“Welllll I’m thinking. Thinking about how nice it is outside and how it would be good to maybe go back to that spot near the lake. We could get food, have a little picnic in the back. What do you think?”

“I think that sounds perfect. I’ll come get you in about an hour, okay?”

“Okay. Bye.”

He had barely gotten out of the bed yet, he was just lazily lounging around since it was a Sunday. He likes to call them “lazy Sundays” when in reality he’s pretty lazy every other day too. When he got your call, he got butterflies in his stomach, and he was immediately praying you’d say you wanted to see him too.

He hopped up and into the shower, washing his hair and putting on a clean outfit with his beat-up old Reeboks. Admittedly, he doesn’t always care so much about his appearance or presentation. You were making him think and act totally different, because all he could think of was you no matter what he was doing.

He sprays on his cheap cologne as a final touch and heads out the door. After a couple of minutes into the drive to your house, he got nervous and habitually reached for a smoke. He really loved that the smell of tobacco didn’t bother you. In fact, you’d told him it was a comforting smell to you. Something that relaxed your senses for some reason you couldn’t quite place.

He finally arrives at your door, and you’re conveniently waiting by it so you answer it right away. This surprised him, but he thought it was really sweet. All the voices racing in his head seemed to all cease the second he laid eyes on you. His eyes scanned your body, not so much in a sexual way but rather to see what inevitably is gonna be a super cute outfit you chose for the day.

“You look cute.”

“No, you do.” You smile, giving him the same look up and down. You step outside with him, closing the door behind you and following him to the van where he opens your door like he always does, even though you’ve told him he doesn’t have to. He also had a solid habit of asking to make sure you’re buckled up, citing that you’re “precious cargo”.

You guys stop by the convenience store, the only place he could think of to spontaneously get food for a picnic. He was worried a bit that this wasn’t what you had in mind, but it was also admittedly just he could afford. He looks over at you once you park in front of the store, looking a bit like a confused puppy.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh, uh, nothing.”

He was just overthinking. You were more than happy with this. Once inside, you both grabbed a premade sandwich, some candy, chips, and a couple of drinks. You got pink lemonade and he got root beer, after which you set it all down on the counter up front. The cashier bags it all up, and you happily take the bag from their hand. You waited as Eddie paid, then followed him yet again back to the car.

He plays music on the way, tapping his fingers on the wheel to the beat which was really cute and had you smiling when you saw it in your peripheral vision.

When you get to your spot, you both go to the back again to spread everything out on the blanket and sit down.

“You know, I’m not gonna lie. I thought it was weird that you had a van, maybe even a little creepy. But now I see the appeal.” You laugh, gesturing to the space where the two of you had hung out on several occasions. It was cozy. That was one thing you remember from that night, how you just felt so comfortable and safe in there.

“Ouch. Well at least you don’t think I’m creepy anymore.”

You ate, you laughed, you talked, but ended up making out once again. Bound to happen. It was admittedly something you probably did more than you should, but it was addicting. His lips were a LOT softer than they looked, and had a mint/cigarette taste on them.

You were far past just his lips, now, though. You were practically swallowing each other whole, tongues not fighting so much as moving together in harmony until he pulls back to breathe.

“God, I don’t want to make you feel pressured but I need you so bad.”

“Hmm.” You start, an indicator that you’re thinking of something mischievous. You remember one thing you said on the phone that one time, about how you’d like to hear him beg.

“How bad?”

“Really bad.” You exchange whispers between deep kisses.

“What do you want?”

“I’ll take anything. I’ll take anything you’ll give me.” He sounded so desperate he was falling apart with every word.

You start to move, to hover above him and sit on top of him.

“Okay. Gonna take it?”

“Y-yes.” He breathes.

Your lips leave his, moving over to his ear where you nipped his earlobe and started kissing from his jawline and then lower, taking your sweet time until he’s whimpering and then you finally reach that perfect spot at the bend of his shoulder and neck, where they connect.

You kiss this spot harshly, sucking the skin between your teeth and running your tongue over the spot to soothe it and then repeat this over and over.

“Get this off.” You tug at the bottom of his t shirt, which he pulls off right away. Now you have more expanse to cover, kissing and licking his collarbones and slightly bearing down, clothed heat rubbing up against his erection.

“Oh, god.” He murmurs. “Can I?” He holds his hands up, eyeing your waist.

“Mhm.” You take his hands and help guide them to your body. He runs his hands up and down the curve of your waist and all the way back down to your hips. His big, calloused hands find their way to your ass, where he uses a little bit of pressure to push your crotch down against his once more. You weren’t prepared for this, moaning when he does it.

“Oh, shit.” He murmurs.

That was the first time he’s ever heard that sound from you and he decided he needed more right away. He grew even harder, if that was at all possible, and you could feel it. You allowed him to continue guiding your hips up and down and you tried to hold back the moans that threatened to follow that first one while you kissed the tattoos on his chest.

You pull back off of him to just sit for a moment, watching his chest rise and fall with the intensity. He was so, so beautiful, especially like this. But, eventually, you remember that you’re in the view of anyone who may come near. “Fuck, close the doors.” You order him, a little more urgently than you meant to. You had all day, after all, but that fact slipped your mind in the moment.

He scrambles to pull them shut, leaving you alone in the back with him and still an ample amount of sunlight coming through the windows. You shuffle close to him again to push him back, and he does fall back but doesn’t seem to mind at all.

You start to take control once again, having allowed your guise to slip when he caught you off guard. He looked completely submissive and entranced right in front of you, big brown eyes blown out. You start to desperately undo his belt buckle, and he grabs both your hands.

“We don’t have to go that far, you don’t have to do that.” He reminds you, almost in a warning tone.

“I want to. I mean, only if you do too, of course.”

“You have no idea how much I want it.”

“Okay then.” You say, with the slightest bit of smartass-ness.

You make quick work of it, then just having to unbutton and unzip his black jeans. You tug on them slightly knowing you’ll need his help in getting them off, and he assists you. Once it’s free and you see it for the first time, you can practically feel the drool pooling in your mouth. “Jesus.” You comment, a little stunned.

“You okay?” He half laughs at your reaction.

“Mhm. I’m more than okay.” You fake confidence that you’re gonna be able to fit that in your mouth with the hopes it’ll just happen magically. You procrastinated a little, licking up and down the bottom of his shaft at which he groaned repeatedly, and then kissing the tip.

The kisses turned sloppy, the sloppy kisses turned into kitten licks. All over the head of his cock, over and over again until you finally feel like you can take it. You do it slowly, sinking your mouth down onto it with your tongue flattened against the underside.

He makes sure to keep his hands beside him, makes sure not to touch you and not to make you feel like you have to go faster. Not to rush you, not to make you feel the slightest bit pressured. He let you take your time, and it pays off, because now you have his entire length filling up your mouth and throat.

“Good god, Jesus Christ.”

“Hmm.” You hum around his cock.

“No gag reflex? Holy shit.”

You pull off only to take it all back down again, nose touching against his happy trail and slightly into the dark hair at the base. You hollow out your cheeks, sucking even harder, and he’s gripping his fists into the throw blanket below the both of you.

His head tips back and leans against the wall as his eyes shut involuntarily and he has to make an effort to keep them open, keep them on you and your pretty little face down there. He couldn’t last long at all, and he couldn’t even begin to try and stop it. He just hoped you didn’t mind, and don’t think he busts that quick every time. There had just been so much sexual tension.

“I’m gonna cum, pretty, ‘m gonna cum.” He warns you, and you continue without a second thought until his load is going into your mouth. He thinks that, anyway, when it’s actually going straight down your throat.

“Holy shit. Holy shit.” He’s said that probably a million times already, but it was just the default thing to say when his mind couldn’t find any actual words. He looks fucked out, a little dumb, and he sounds like it too.

When you pull off of him, he looks up at you, dazed and almost as if he’s expecting something. You just looked back at him and blinked through your dark lashes.

“Did you swallow that??”

“Mhm. Was I not supposed to?”

He laughs in amazement.

“I don’t know how I got so lucky, sometimes I’m convinced you’ll vanish right from my sight, like you were a dream.” He says, pulling his pants back on but remaining shirtless for now.

“A good dream, I hope?”

“A really fucking good dream. Too good to be true. C’mere, don’t disappear. Don’t just be a dream.”

He holds his arms open for you and you crawl into them, into his lap as you wrap your arms around each other. Just to stay like that, for a while. Just stay.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson brainrot #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic

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clotpolesonly · 1 year

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OOOOh what's lamen escape room about??? I'm gonna guess they do an escape room together??? Unless you're on some other level with that name? Either way I wanna hear some details!!

the lamen escape room fic is one that i started a SHAMEFULLY long time ago, for my friend's birthday, and then never finished cuz i'm actually the worst 😅😅😅

it is about Laurent doing an escape room, and Damen (and Nik) working at the place!! running the game, giving the spiel, being the one to give hints, etc. Auguste holds the record for the quickest solo escape times and Laurent is determined to beat his time at least once. Damen is very invested (and attracted).

“If anyone is going to break Auguste’s solo record,” Damen said, “it’ll be him.”

He pushed the button to start the intro video and watched as Laurent immediately sprang into action, scouring the room for the proper starting point. It took him twenty-one seconds to find the first puzzle and thirty-two seconds to solve it. Damen almost wanted to laugh at how easy he made it look.

“Well,” Nik said, feet up on the desk again and a bag of chips in hand, “he’s got three more chances. We’ve only got five rooms, and he’ll never do the same room twice. That would be cheating.”

Damen swiped one of Nik’s chips and kicked back in his own chair. “He’ll do it,” he maintained. “Don’t ever underestimate the drive to outshine one’s older brother. Trust me, it’s very motivating.”

Nik snorted around the chip in his mouth, always eager to laugh at Kastor’s misfortune. They had never exactly gotten along, but then, Damen and Kastor hadn’t gotten along in recent years either, so maybe that was to be expected. Not everybody was lucky enough to have an older brother as bright, talented, and easy-going as Auguste. Kastor wouldn’t have been able to get through one of these rooms on his own if someone paid him to, and he would not be a good sport about his failure either.

Speaking of bad sports, Laurent was cursing up a storm. In French, of course. Auguste often did the same. Not for the first time, Damen was grateful he could understand it all because he was getting an education in colorful insults today.

“Oh no,” Nik said mildly. “Wonderboy’s stuck.” He popped another chip in his mouth with a crunch.

“He’s overthinking again. It’s not as complicated as he wants it to be.”

Damen turned on his mic. He got all the way through, “You might want to—” before Laurent was whipping around to send another of his pointed glares at the ceiling. It would’ve been more effective if his hair, already messy from him running his fingers through it, hadn’t ended up in his face, but it was still pretty vicious. He didn’t even need to say anything to have Damen releasing the intercom button at once.

When he was certain that Damen had gotten the message, he turned back to his search. The cursing continued, though it seemed to be as much at his hair for getting in his way as it did at the next clue he kept overlooking. Three times he had walked right past it and he was only getting more worked up as the seconds ticked by.

Damen held out for two whole minutes, squirming under Nik’s expectant (and judgmental) eye. Finally: “Are you sure you wouldn’t like a hint?”

“Quiet, you cretin!”

Damen laughed, too startled to do anything else. His only saving grace was that his mic wasn’t still on; he suspected Laurent would actually storm the control room to eviscerate him if he heard even a single chuckle, such was his current level of agitation. Damen held up his hands in surrender. Laurent couldn’t see, obviously, but even if they’d been in the same room, he probably wouldn’t have noticed. He was already subsumed by his thoughts again and, yes, there was the missing piece! Another cabinet unlocked and off to the next puzzle he went.

“Oh, no,” Nik said with the air of a man on the gallows. “No. No, Damen, don’t make that face!”

Damen didn’t bother looking away from the screen. “What face?”

“The smitten face!”

He looked this time, and it was only when he tried to frown at his friend that he realized he’d been smiling. Hastily, he schooled his expression into something more neutral. “This is not a smitten face,” he insisted. “I’ve just…never been called a cretin before.”

“And that’s somehow alluring to you?”

There was no way for Damen to answer that question honestly without incriminating himself, so he kept his mouth shut. Besides, Laurent was just coming up on the last puzzle. It was very exciting and required his full attention as game master.

Nik’s chair creaked as he leaned it back as far as it would go, groaning. “There is something very wrong with you. Have I told you that before?”

“Only every day since we met.”

i'm so disappointed with myself for not finishing this one cuz it's honestly really fucking funny and i love everything about it, i just got stuck and stalled out as i am very prone to doing. this was a 2019 fic and that's the year that my writing juice wholesale abandoned me i really wanna finish it sometime but i always have the persistent feeling that anything i add on now isn't gonna live up to the standard set by the first half 😅 which is irrational, but alas

ask me about my WIPs!

#and the answer is #dollopheadsandclotpoles #fics by me #Lamen #Captive Prince

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lynnuvo · 2 months

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A Piece of Cake

(A/N: Making this instead of studying for my quizzes :3)

Characters: Y/N + AcademicML (Male Lead)

If sweet encouragement doesn't get you fired up to study, academic rivalry will. Regardless whether you're one to harbor envy or just want to get by, nothing irks you more than AcademicML shoving his perfect scores in your fast. He's been doing since you guys became friends after a school project last year.

You two seemed to click over a common interest, but the downside of getting to know each other was becoming an enemy for the highest rank in your grade level. If only you hadn't showed him your rank during a hangout with friends. His expression fell flat for only a second, but you were watching him. Of course you were going to notice.

Once everyone parted ways and went home, he suddenly began messaging you more often. You two still had fun conversations, but his bragging about academic successes made you question sometimes whether he actually hated you. You never had the gall to question him, though. Wouldn't that make it seem like you thought too highly of yourself?

A couple months later, things took a change at the start of midterm season. He pestered you a whole day for "non-date study dates."

"I just want to help you," he whined, not unlike when he got pouty about losing a board game. "It's okay if you don't want to, but I really wanna! I want to see how you study, too. I can help! I promise!"

"Are you sure you don't want to ask any of our other friends?"

"I only want you." He shook his head vigorously. "Not that like, I mean! Like studying buddies, you know? I feel like doing it with you would be more effective."

You told him you'd think about it, and you did that night. After some time, you messaged your acceptance to his request by inviting him over to your house. It could be fun! That morning, you prepared snacks and were quite surprised he brought some as well. He even included multiple of your favorite chips.

"How did you know?" you exclaimed, opening one immediately.

"You mentioned it a while ago."

True to his word, he provided a couple study tips on topics you didn't understand much. And he did take note about your studying method, though it wasn't as positive. His comments clearly favored his own, but you were having none of that. You knew how to study best for you. His methods were best for him. And his must have been working well since he didn't request for any help at all.

Which made it all the more shocking you beat his score on the same subject's exam by a whole 10 points.

It didn't sound like much on paper, but against one of the smartest people you knew? It was A LOT. When he messaged his score to you, you became so excited you could hardly remain still. Finally, you had had something to shove in his face. Oh, the taste of sweet revenge! It was unfortunate you two's exam times nor buildings matched or neared each other's, but thank the heavens technology existed.

That night, you messaged the news in all caps. He replied back in all caps, denying the fact even after you sent proof. He came around to congratulate you, though, and he joked that his presence while you studied paid off.

"It was only one day," you shot back.

His next message read, "One day of me helping though 😉"

When you two eventually exchange goodnights, it was way past midnight. Guess you had too much fun bickering with him to realize how late it was. Putting away your phone had minimal effect on your ability to fall asleep, however. You couldn't stop smiling, daydreaming about bragging to him in-person tomorrow. Maybe you could even get more congratulatory praise.

You didn't have to wait long, though, because when you left the house the next morning, you spotted him waiting at the sidewalk in front of your driveway with a box in hand.

"A cake," he stated, handing it to you while he took your bags (you didn't tell him to; the exchange happened so naturally). "for beating me, I guess."

#x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #creative writing #romance #enemies to lovers #academic rivals #school #y/n #x y/n #reader insert #gender neutral reader #writerscommunity

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leos-regression-cove · 2 years

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All The Lessons I Never Learned

22. A Proper Playdate

Synopsis: Thor and Sylvie get the option to have a redo playdate after what happened last weekend. And, Thor gets a car seat.

Word count: 5,685

Stand Alone?: sure!

Warnings: diapers/nappy changes, nightmares,

Notes: They can't all be narrative winners, but I'm still pretty proud of the one-off gags and individual scenes that this one has to offer. The plot is kind of loose and just there to thread them all together. Update! I made some changes to this chapter on AO3 and they are no longer exactly the same! That version is updated for grammar and plot changes.

Read it on AO3!

“No, I’m serious! You should come over!-- Sylvie’s excited to see you, too!”

Loki raised his eyebrows as if Mobius was lying.

“You have no idea the way she perks up when I talk about you.” Mobius casually added as if he had just said something that was entirely normal and understandable.

Loki found this incredibly hard to believe, mostly since Sylvie had either outright ignored him or insulted him to his face. But then he considered another part of the statement, “...You talk about me?” he smiled, finally swiveling his chair to give Mobius his full attention.

“Well, yeah, of course I do. Just like she talks about Thor. -- But that’s besides the point! They’ve gotta have a real playdate sometime, right? Pack a bag and after playgroup, you guys can come over. We’ll have naptime and lunch. It’ll be great!”

“I’ll text you about it, how’s that?”

“Hey, I wouldn’t be surprised if Sylvie already asked him and he already said ‘yes’. But you two should talk it out because we’d love to have you.”

Loki gave his boss another closed smile, glancing up at him as Mobius took a sip off his coffee and looked around the other desks and cubicles before deciding he needed to be a little more on-task with his work, too.

“Alright, well get on those reports for tomorrow and prepare for your meeting, right? Read up. Study their company. I wanna see you shine like the star you are.” He gave Loki two firm pats on the shoulder before moving on to mentor the rest of the sales department. Although, Loki noticed, no one else seemed to get quite as much attention as him. Which, as much as he hated to admit it, did fill him with a feeling of validation he hadn’t felt so strongly since he was a teenager.

“The toys at my house are so much better than this,” Sylvie offhandedly commented in regards to the basket of blocks she was sorting through.

Thor agreed as he examined a chip in the side of one.

“I have like so many Hot Wheels tracks an’ like… way cooler stuff.” She trailed off trying to think of things that Thor would find cool. “Um… I even got Legos! The real ones!”

That was enough to make Thor pause. “Real? The small ones?”

“Yup! I’ve got like a bunch of sets. You should come over so we can build them.”

“Can I?”

“I dunno, I'll have to check with papa… but probably.”

During Sunday morning play time, the little ones screamed as they chased each other around. There was no concept of “indoor voices” to speak of while Mobius and Loki sipped on their coffees while the little balls of energy tried to climb on everything they were allowed to, regardless if other littles wanted a turn first or were already there. Unfortunately for Thor, it seemed that an indoor cafe playground, was not meant for a preschooler of his size and energy level. But regardless, he made due, jumping on the suspension bridge and climbing up the slides.

Mobius checked his watch. “Can you watch this for a minute?” he asked Loki, handing him his coffee cup.

“What’re you doing?”

“My second job,” Mobius laughed as he stood up and took off his shoes before entering the playroom.

Loki watched him intently, more completely than he paid attention to the littles he was really supposed to be supervising, as Mobius took a small wooden puzzle off the wire rack and dumped the pieces onto the floor.

If it wasn’t for his dad-ish attire, Mobius would’ve been indistinguishable from the littles playing around him as he squatted down by the floor, pretending to be baffled by the jumbled wooden alphabet around him.

“Hey, Sylvie! Thor! You guys wanna come help me with something?”

Sylvie and Thor ran to a screeching halt and sat down to help him.

“This puzzle’s just really got me stumped!” he told them.

“Why didn’t Loki help?” Sylvie thought to ask.

“He didn’t know either, but you two are really smart, right? Think you could just help me put it together?”

Thor picked up the letter “O” and prepared to set it into place when Mobius asked him about it.

“Which one’s that? I don’t think I’ve seen it before.”

“I’s a ‘O’! Like my las’ name!”

“Like your last name?”

“Oh-dinson!”

“That does start with an ‘O’, doesn’t it?”

Thor nodded as he set the piece into place.

“Papa! Papa! This one’s an ‘S’ like Ssssylvie!” the little girl informed him, still a bit energetically.

“Wow, thanks I would’ve missed that one. Now how about this one? This one’s a real head scratcher…”

“That’s a ‘Q’!” Sylvie said confidently as she took the letter from his hand to place in the wooden spot.

“Huh… What words start with ‘Q’ do you know any?”

“Cupcake!” Thor suggested.

“Sylvie, do you know any words that start with a ‘Q’?”

“Pfft. Yeah.”

She did not elaborate.

Loki watched for a few more minutes while Mobius asked the littles about each letter they picked up, but with a whole twenty-six to go through, it took quite a while, eventually convincing Loki to take his shoes off, stowing them in the cubbies, and coming to help by letting Thor sit in his lap and occasionally whispering answers in his ears, only to have the little light up with the worst poker face imaginable and to relay the answer to Mobius.

“He’s cheating!” Sylvie complained.

“Well if you had asked nicely, I would’ve helped you, too,” Loki told her.

Sylvie, now that she had been personally addressed, stared at him with wide eyes and then squinted them angrily, as if he had just tried to play a mean trick on her.

“Loki, since you’re so smart, do you wanna help me with this funky little thing?” Mobius asked, still playing dumb for the littles.

Thor turned back around and whispered in Loki’s ear, “it’s a H.”

“Thank you,” Loki whispered back. “It’s an H,” he answered confidently.

“Wow, you guys are good at this,” Mobius commented, setting the last letter into place. “Look at that, we did the whole thing!”

“We should do it again cuz’ Loki cheated,” Sylvie told her papa severely.

“Well we have one at home. You guys wanna do that after nap time?”

“Ew! No!” she answered, almost aghast that he had proposed such an activity.

“Are you ready to go home?” he asked, genuinely curious. “Loki and Thor are coming with us.”

Sylvie looked like she had intended to answer a firm “no” but after receiving the second piece of information, she didn’t look so sure. “... Okay,” she said, even though she kept a huffy, sour, expression as Mobius took her hand.

“Alright, say ‘bye-bye’ to the playground.”

“Bye-bye playground!” Thor chirped as he waved at the structure and other littles.

“Bye-bye,” Sylvie said sulkily.

“By--” Loki almost repeated, stopping himself halfway through.

Mobius’ car was an orange Kia Soul. An old person car, in Loki’s opinion, nothing fancy that he’d expect a manager to drive. Although, it was rather surprising that Mobius had opted to drive at all.

Mobius noticed his confusion. While buckling Sylvie into her seat, he told Loki that he sometimes needs to take it out every once in a while, just to keep it running and make sure the battery doesn’t die.

When the car started to drive, Sylvie made a note: “Why doesn’t Thor have a car seat?” she asked.

“I haven’t gotten one for him yet,” Loki told her honestly.

“Oh. Then I don’t need one?”

“You absolutely need one-- Sylvie! Keep your seatbelt on!” Mobius admonished her while looking at her in the rear view mirror after he heard the click of a metal seatbelt leaving its sleeve.

Hesitantly, and perhaps with a slight defiance still tugging at her, she clicked it back into place.

Mobius and Sylvie’s apartment was probably around the same size as Loki and Thor’s, but it was very different. It was obvious that the building had been designed in the 1960’s and although it hadn’t been modernized, it had been well kept and perhaps even restored. It was obviously decorated by a thoughtful hand to be as cozy and relaxing as possible, with deep browns and burnt umber touches, with wooden accents and geometric shapes.

Loki's eyes were ripped from the beautiful decor by the amount of strange colorful substances that had been melted or stained into the carpet and the leftover scribblings which couldn’t have been scrubbed off the walls because they were either in permanent marker or in just weird spots that were hard to clean. He suddenly felt a massive sense of thankfulness and relief for having Thor as a little.

“Sorry about the toys and stuff. We tried to clean up but… it’s tough when she's three.”

There was an abandoned doll on the couch that made Loki slightly uncomfortable. Not because it was especially creepy, it wasn’t some antique porcelain monster with blank eyes, but a plastic Disney princess doll. Loki wasn’t sure which one exactly, but it definitely had been through some things with Sylvie, covered in strange marker drawings with no clothes, a stained up body, and shortened hair that had been unevenly cut with safety scissors and looked like the little girl had attempted to dye it from a platinum blonde to a dark brown, almost to mimic her own hair.

Thor also noticed the doll. “You have a dolly?!” he asked.

Sylvie ran to snatch it off the couch before Thor had the chance to pick it up. “No!” she let him know. “She is not a ‘dolly’!”

“Sylvie, why don’t we show our guests your room and you can put Rapunzel away, okay?”

“Okay! Come on.” She beckoned Thor and Loki behind her.

Her room wasn’t messy, but it did look like it had been cleaned hastily. The preschooler sort of cleaning where random objects were just sort of thrown into spots that weren’t on the floor. The room was a good size, and included a twin sized bed with detachable crib-like rails, a dresser facing it, and a wooden cubby sorter with fabric bins which wasn’t really sorting anything, a small nightstand table, and a large rocking chair. There was of course also a built-in closet, and floating shelves that housed books, and finally a large, babyish rug of a big teddy-bear on the open piece of floor that remained. It may have looked fine if it wasn’t for the bright blue walls, paired with oatmeal carpet and dated furniture that made it feel… off. The cluttered and unorganized nature didn’t help that, either.

Sylvie pulled out one of the fabric bins and showed it to Thor and Loki. “Here’s my Legos!” she told them before proudly dumping the bin onto the floor and inviting Thor to sit with her. When Loki didn’t, she also looked up at him until he did.

It was a few seconds of watching and some occasional questioning before Loki actually began to pick up Lego bricks and make his own vague creation of a non-descript thing while Sylvie made something like a dragon and Thor built a colorful, boxy, house.

“Hey kiddos, we’re gonna get ready for naptime soon,” Mobius reminded the group. “If you wanna sleep in here you’re gonna have to put those away for a while.”

“But my dragon!” Sylvie whined.

“We’ll just set him up here.” Mobius said, tapping on a nearby shelf that hadn’t been filled with things.

“Um, is there a spot where I can change Thor?” Loki asked, looking up from his abstract sculpture building, and looking awfully like the littles he was sitting with.

“Not on my dresser,” Sylvie responded before Mobius had even opened his mouth to speak.

“I think he’s a bit too tall for that spot,” Mobius let her know. “You can either do it in the bathroom or I can give you a mat to just do it on the floor here… Sorry, our place wasn’t really built with littles in mind.”

“Mine wasn’t either,” Loki told him sympathetically. “Thor? What do you think?”

“Bathroom,” the little said, in a way that suggested he didn’t really care.

Loki gave him a nod, thanked Mobius, and then took his brother and the bag into the bathroom to change him while Sylvie picked up her Legos and Mobius created a comfortable place for the preschoolers to sleep.

The bathroom was small and wasn’t quite big enough to let the little lie down, so Loki had to change him standing up. When they came back into Sylvie’s nursery room, they found Sylvie sitting on the bed, the side rails put away, while Mobius pumped up an air mattress on the floor.

“I’m not sure if that’s necessary,” Loki said.

“Sure it is! Thor deserves a nice place to rest, too.” He took the pump out, gave the mattress a pat, and then asked Thor to lay down and see what he thought.

Thor agreed that it was comfortable.

“Papa’s gotta put the bankets on, so get up!” Sylvie told him before he got too comfortable.

“And I gotta read you both a story, too, huh?”

“No, Loki reads,” Thor said.

“Thor!” Loki nearly scolded.

“Loki reads,” Sylvie agreed. “You can read an extra story to me tonight,” she told Mobius.

“What story do you want to hear?” Loki asked, almost caught off guard as Mobius put on the sheets and gave Thor some blankets.

“Um…” Sylvie got up and inspected her bookshelf with him. “This one!” she finally said, handing it to Loki.

He took a story book out of her hand and flipped through it. “Which story?”

“That one!” she said, pointing to Puss in Boots.

Loki nodded as Mobius got her to lie down, sitting at the foot of her bed while he sat on the floor between the air mattress and bed to read, so he could show off the pictures to the preschoolers easier.

Loki began, but was stopped after reaching the first line of dialogue.

“Do the voices!” Thor demanded.

“Put your pacifier in,” Loki teased. “Maybe Puss and I just sound similar,”

Mobius chuckled and scooted closer to look at the pictures.

“Ew! Papa, your butt’s in my face!” Sylvie squealed in exaggerated mock disgust.

He picked her up just a little and set her head in his lap, which was slightly better, even though she needed to curl up a little bit to fit in her tiny bed at that angle.

“I can do the voices with you,” Mobius offered.

“Yeah!” Sylvie giggled. “Papa do the voices!”

Mobius smiled as Loki put his finger under the first line of dialogue, letting the other caregiver narrate the voice of Puss while Loki did the rest, which of course made Thor and Sylvie giggle.

They were so engrossed with their caregivers doing the voices that they weren’t even asleep or even really getting droopy eyelids by the time Loki closed the story book.

“Another!” Thor whined.

“No, that’s all you get,” Loki said in a near teasing voice as he ruffled the little one’s hair.

Mobius was tucking Sylvie in as well, making sure she was all comfy. “We’re going to be right outside this door,” he said. “So don’t you try anything funny,” he poked her nose gravely as he said it, making her giggle and wiggle into her blankets.

Mobius stood up and motioned for Loki to come with him, turning on a nightlight before putting up two fingers to give Sylvie a suspicious little “I’m watching you” sort of gesture, which only served to make her laugh more.

They kept the door cracked just a little, letting some light come through from the hall as they left.

Mobius used the time to pick up some of the scattered toys in the living room and move them into various toy boxes and corners that would make the living room a temporarily usable space while Loki awkwardly stood off to the side, near their shoe rack and wondered if he had been impolite for not taking his shoes off, looking down at the stained, and possibly sticky carpet and debating if it was a risk he should take.

Mobius started making lunch in his old timey kitchen as Loki slowly and roundabout-ly asked to join him.

“You want to help me?” Mobius asked when he noticed Loki awkwardly sitting at the breakfast bar.

Loki opened his mouth but didn’t have anything to say.

“Do you cook?” Mobius asked once his fellow caregiver decided to stand up and join him in his half-open retro kitchen.

“Not really,” Loki admitted.

“Not… really…” Mobius repeated while chopping celery as if he were writing it down. “Do you know how to make a tuna sandwich?”

“I do… but how are you making it?”

Mobius smiled slightly under his mustache. “Well, we’re going to open up a couple cans of tuna,” he began, “and then I’m just gonna ask you to mix this into it,” he added, handing Loki a jar of mayonnaise from the fridge, and then his cutting board of celery.

Loki nodded and looked for a spatula or something to stir it with before Mobius handed him a large, but not remarkably so, spoon while he got out a loaf of bread and various other items of sandwich making importance.

As Loki plated the tuna on each sandwich and added some cheese and lettuce to each one, Mobius peeked his head into the darkened bedroom to check on Sylvie and Thor.

He stood outside the door, trying not to obscure the crack of light flowing in through the room as he listened outside.

Loki looked at him curiously for a moment, to which Mobius responded with a finger to his lips.

“Thor? Thor!” Sylvie whispered while sitting up in bed. She leaned over to rub the other little’s shoulder, trying to wake him up.

Quietly, she moved down onto the floor and kneeled down next to him.

Thor kicked and almost kneed her while making a little noise.

Then she said it a little louder, “Thor!”

He scrunched up his face and curled up. He mumbled something, but Sylvie was unsure what he had said.

“M... M--umma,” he said, slightly more coherently, squishing his stuffed snake into his face and biting down hard on his pacifier with a sniffle.

Sylvie sat down, getting more comfortable by his side slowly after a lot of internal debate and anxious glances at the door.

“Your mumma’s not here,” she told him quietly, petting his hair.

He made another noise.

“It’s just me. Are you having a nightmare? It’s okay. I have them too sometimes,” she said reassuringly, petting his back.

Mobius smiled as he debated opening the door more.

After giving them a few more moments, he finally did, making Sylvie scramble back as fast as she could into her little bed and pretend to be just waking up as he flicked on the light. However, she immediately gave herself away when she told Mobius about the nightmare.

Although Thor looked a little sweaty and had definitely moved around quite a bit, it wouldn’t have been obvious how extreme the nightmare was if Mobius hadn’t seen it himself or if Sylvie hadn’t mentioned it.

“Poor lil guy,” Mobius said pitifully. “Should I go get Loki?” he asked, slightly rhetorically.

Sylvie shrugged as her papa bent down to inspect the boy, make sure he was okay and whatnot before he scooped Sylvie up off the bed, making her give a little scream before planting her upright onto the floor.

“You’re gonna wake up Thor!” Mobius playfully whisper-shouted to her.

A few minutes later, Loki was called into the bedroom to wake up his brother for lunch, and more than that, to hold his brother and comfort him as he slightly squashed Loki.

“You’re fine. It was just a bad dream little one,” Loki reassured him, petting his back. “The scariest thing here is your wet nappy,” he hummed. “Mr. Mobius made us lunch and then you and Sylvie can play with some toys,” he tried, encouraging the tot to get up.

Thor nodded.

“Is he coming to eat?!” Sylvie yelled at them from the kitchen.

“Sylvie,” Mobius admonished her.

“I want seconds!”

“It’s delicious,” Loki tried hopefully. “I know you like fish.”

Thor silently nodded before standing up, still clinging to Loki anxiously.

Sylvie pretended not to see them when they came out and got their sandwiches, obviously slightly bothered that she hadn’t gotten that beloved second sandwich she had requested, but of course, once Thor began to eat, she began to talk and munch on some chips Mobius let her have instead.

“Um. We should play a game,” Sylvie suggested.

“What’re you gonna play?” Mobius asked as he took their empty plates. “Is it something me and Loki can play, too?”

“No,” she told them as if that request was entirely ridiculous, “you’re too old!”

“Well then papa and Loki are gonna have to find something else to do, then, huh?”

Sylvie paused uncomfortably. “You can watch,” she said with a shrug.

“I need to know it’ll be interesting before I commit,” Loki deadpanned boredly.

“It won’t be boring!” she defensively added. “We’re gonna play cars,” she informed him.

And play cars the littles did. Sylvie pulled a massive tub of bright orange track pieces out from under her bed, and together, the children covered the living room with intricate roads, trick shots, and obstacles of whatever other toys they could find.

Mobius and Loki sat in the kitchen together, at the same table that they had been at during lunch, as a bedroom would’ve felt much too personal, and the couch was currently occupied by a few stacks of books, orange track, and about a dozen toppled cars.

The two men clutched coffee mugs and talked as parents do while watching the littles.

After roughly fifteen, maybe twenty minutes of chatter from the children accompanied by the sound of plastic wheels on the track periodically every thirty seconds or so, sometimes followed by a light thump on the carpet, they finally stood up and ran to the table.

“Papa! Papa lookit!” Sylvie called.

“Loki! Come see! Come see!” Thor squealed, pulling his brother up from the dining chair.

Sylvie led them to a spot standing in front of the television, claiming that they’d be able to view everything from there. Then, she slotted in a car at the top, sending it through an intricate, roller coaster-like track with loops and impressive drops that both of the preschoolers were rather proud of.

Then, on one extra sharp turn, the track simply ended and fell onto the floor from an impressive six inches above the ground.

“An’ it esploded and everybody died!” she giggled.

“Oh-no!” Mobius said as if he were very concerned for the drivers of the tiny plastic cars.

Loki, on the other hand, politely smiled and clapped after the demonstration, much to Thor’s delight, as he quickly took Loki’s hand and showed his brother the parts he did.

Sylvie soon introduced some small figurine animals to the road, and a city of toys grew around it. Many of said toys, especially the buildings, were hand made out of shoeboxes and plastic containers that she had fashioned herself with marker windows and doors.

“Isn’t she crafty? Look at all those!” Mobius pointed out, proudly. “She made them all by herself.”

Loki hummed an acknowledgement.

“She looked it up on YouTube and taught herself how, I guess,” he added with a smile.

“You let her use YouTube?”

Mobius shrugged. “I’ve got the parental controls on it; I check her history.”

“So she has a phone?”

“Nah, just a tablet. --Don’t act so judgy, about it, it’s not like she’s always under five. When you have a bored tween it’s sometimes nice to give ‘em a little controlled freedom, y’know?”

Loki did not know.

Sylvie had obviously overheard this and ran up to Mobius’ side to ask if she could show Thor her games.

He thought for a minute, “how about later? We’ll save it for a rainy day, that way you’ll have tactical entertainment advantage,” he joked.

Sylvie seemed unable to understand this. “But I wanna show him!”

“And you’ll get to, just not right now. Y’know, if you’re bored we can always take Thor and Loki back home,” he hinted to her.

That scared Sylvie enough to make her wander back off to show Thor a new game she wanted to play.

The adults had a shocking amount to discuss, but they didn’t actually talk much, simply observed their little ones, listening to them and watching the game, occasionally adding their own commentaries and jokes, or giving a word of approval every now and again.

“Well, hey, what do you kids say we get out of the house?” Mobius asked as they played with the television, surfing through channels while the caregivers supervised.

Sylvie paused and looked over at him without setting down the remote. “Where?” she asked.

“Well, Loki needs to get Thor a car seat, and since we gotta drive them home, I was thinking maybe we could help him with that. You have any thoughts on that?”

Sylvie shook her head.

Loki felt as though her lack of outright rage at the concept probably meant a green light, Mobius seemed to agree.

So, Loki packed up Thor’s backpack as Mobius asked the little ones to pick up and start thinking about getting ready for a short adventure before they took Thor home.

“Daddy likes this music,” Thor commented, once Mobius started to drive. A classic rock station was on, playing various tunes from the 70’s and 80’s.

“He does?” Mobius asked back. “Well he’s got good taste.”

Sylvie begged to differ on this matter and ask they play something different.

Loki breathed a sigh of relief slightly harder than he meant to as Mobius changed the station over to a vague “happy hits” channel. The type that has a music library consisting of mostly early-2010s family friendly pop-- the typical Maroon 5 and Bruno Mars, maybe with a sprinkle of Frankie Valli or Sinatra to support their “hits of yesterday and today” claim.

This was obviously no one’s favorite, but also the type of channel no one really wanted to argue about. It was the easy stuff.

Loki and Mobius made sure their littles didn’t wander off by holding their hands, after finding a parking place near the specialty littles store.

Neither of the tots were particularly excited about being there, especially because they weren’t allowed to wander off, not realizing that their caregivers were essentially taking them to the toy aisle. They stood in place for a minute as the adults pulled out car seats and examined them, occasionally asking Thor about color or fit, often turning the box over and inspecting age ranges, weight requirements, and height limits, all of which were important when considering the boy.

Sylvie did venture off, but not entirely out of her papa’s sight, just far enough away to begin grabbing toys off endcaps a few feet away and sitting down on the floor to press the “try me” buttons in the packaging with her free hand’s thumb planted in her mouth.

Loki picked up a red car seat that had been tucked into the back. A rather large, heavy one with the age bracket listed as “2.5-6 headspace years.” This one seemed appropriate. Thor tipped the box up as Mobius pointed out the features for him.

“That one looks really nice,” the older man said. “And check that out, the back comes off,” he commented.

Thor nodded in agreement.

“How much is it?” Mobius asked.

Loki frowned looking for a bar code. “250.”

Mobius raised his eyebrows. “Seriously?”

Loki pursed his lips and nodded conflictedly.

“That’s a really good deal! Check the safety information first. I don’t think that could even be functional.”

“How much was Sylvie’s?”

“The one we have in the car”-- which was notably smaller than this one in order to fit the shorter girl-- “ran us about 370, and her baby one was…” he whistled “700?”

“On you salary? You must be joking.”

“Nah, little car-seats run high. You’d be surprised. So grab that one because I’m not letting you leave here without it,” he patted Loki on the back before helping him stand up and rounding up the littles. “Sylvie, can you say ‘bye-bye’ to the toys?”

Sylvie seemed reluctant to put down a robotic cheetah that purred and drank from a baby bottle, looking down at the large plastic box in her hands sadly, before shifting from foot to foot and deciding to have a fit over it.

“No! I want it!”

“We’re not buying it today. Put it back,” Mobius absently replied, picking up the car seat box with a heft.

Sylvie dropped the box and kicked it before folding her arms.

“Brother,” Loki whispered, “Let’s go pay for this, hm? C’mon,” he took Thor’s hand and offered to take the car seat from Mobius.

The second Thor and Loki rounded the corner Sylvie quieted down.

Mobius assured the little girl she could get a toy once she completed her chore chart, or she’d maybe get it for her birthday.

“What is up with you?” he asked in a friendly way as he took her hand to lead her up to where Thor and Loki were checking out.

She didn’t answer, instead pursing her lips and watching ahead.

“Having a fit over a toy in a store isn’t winning you any points,” he added. “Neither is being mean. If you want approval you’re gonna have to try and be nice.”

Sylvie furrowed her brow and stared at Mobius.

“Mobius, Sylvie, do you want a candy bar?” Loki called when he saw them approaching. Two were already set down next to the large box and Loki was reaching for a third while Thor ran up to his friends, excited to spend just a little bit more time with the little and caregiver he was slowly getting closer to.

In the parking lot, while the kiddos pretended to drive the little car with no keys in the ignition, Mobius helped Loki open up the massive box and slide together the pieces, soon calling Thor over to make sure everything was adjusted properly for him.

The head of his seat nearly scraped the car ceiling, but all the same he looked and felt more comfortable than he had previously. He looked over at Sylvie who was being helped by Mobius into her seat, as he fastened her five-pointed buckle that she insisted she was too old for and absolutely did not need.

Thor didn’t mind so much, although he was slightly impatient with Loki, who was still figuring out how each latch connected to the five-point buckle by his navel, a task which looks easy to the untrained eye, but once a fussy preschooler who was bigger than you was involved, it became a rather daunting task.

Sylvie, after Loki had gotten the first two buckles in, decided she would help make it easier, by getting her hands in the way.

“You’re doing it wrong,” she commented, even though Loki had been doing it right.

Loki stopped, looked up at her for a second, waiting for her to show him otherwise, but she didn’t, instead simply grabbing at the seatbelt straps and making sure they were straight.

Loki furrowed his brows as unnoticeably as he could before clicking the final pieces into place and shutting the door.

Thor shifted and pulled lightly on the straps and played with his armrests and cup holders happily while talking to Sylvie as Mobius drove them around the western barrier of central park to return Loki and his little to their small apartment as Loki gave him directions that were quite difficult to follow. The littles of course, also got a chance to eat their candy bars, too, which ended in the way you’d expect: with Sylvie leaning forward to wipe her chocolatey fingers on her papa’s sleeve and Thor finding it funny, attempting to copy by wiping chocolate on Sylvie, and her crying about it.

“Alrighty, here we are,” Mobius commented as he parked on the curb in front of Loki’s apartment. He got out of the car with Loki and let Sylvie out of her car seat, giving her a chance to, hopefully, in his mind, say a pleasant “bye-bye!” and give Thor a hug.

Although she had the chance, Sylvie wasn’t much of a hugger, and instead let Thor speak for that one as he picked her up off the ground and crushed her just a bit.

Loki worked hard to unanchor the seat and get it out of Mobius’ car, only to take an uncomfortably long amount of time doing so and making two impatient preschoolers wait.

Luckily though, Mobius knew how to handle this. Continuing to talk with the little ones and talk with Thor about the building. “This one’s old, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. Um bubba said is kinda new.”

“It’s been remodeled,” Loki agreed, finally getting the lock behind the headrest undone and taking the seat out.

“I like that it’s close to the park,” Sylvie said softly, almost as if she were afraid to speak.

“Yeah, being by the park’s always nice, isn’t it?” Mobius asked.

She nodded softly.

“Well,” Loki said, as he finally got the seat out, setting it by his feet on the curb, “it’s been wonderful seeing you both again. We had a lovely time, didn’t we, Thor?”

Thor nodded although somewhat sadly.

“We’ll see you tomorrow, champ,” Mobius reminded the little as he also pulled Sylvie away.

“See you tomorrow!” Loki yelled back, distractedly lugging the seat up the stairs into his building.

“Bye Thor!” Sylvie shouted as she watched him follow his brother through the front door.

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*asks about job*

Anon you are my favorite.

Okay, so, I'm a laboratory and field technician in a soil and water science lab.

I love my job so goddamn much. I get to work with fancy machines like the gas chromatograph and spectrometer! (The spectrometer is actually really boring but shhh.) I get to go outside and watch birds while I collect water samples! I am getting paid for this! I get to learn data processing and engineering and wilderness safety precautions and how to explain complex science to people whose careers are Not This.

Also, research labs are chaos and I delight in it. Okay maybe not ALL research labs, I'm informed the chemistry department does not look like this. BUT this is an environmental science lab. It is full is bizarre, deeply nerdy, deeply passionate people. Who do things like eat baked potatoes like apples, improvise experimental setups with mason jars and duct tape, and nickname every instrument either a human name or a Pixar reference. I love them so much I have no words.

Crazy and fun things I've done for this job:

Freezer jenga followed by freezer tetris (had to take all the things out of a the freezer, put them in coolers to keep them cold, defrost the freezer, and put them back in except organized this time. I was delighted by this for no logical reason, my boss thought I was nuts).

Okay you know in scifi movies where they have some weird mystery substance and they put it in a box with gloves attatched so they can work with it without actually touching it? I've done that! Not because of hazardous substances, we just needed to put stuff in jars without exposing it to oxygen. But still! It was cool!

Shopping trip to get food for like half a dozen people for three days (I had weird dreams about being overwhelmed with tortilla chips afterwards, this doesn't sound that crazy but I promise you it felt like it).

Taped plastic tubing to 200+ funels until the boxes we were storing them in overflowed and there was no longer floorspace to walk (AFTER cutting the plastic tubing into 200+ equally sized pieces and stuffing it with ion exchange resin, which is like evil microplastic sand. Between all those things, this took WEEKS. It got really boring).

Dissolved like 10kg of KCl (KCl my behated, its very harmless but hell to get off glassware) in water to make 80 LITERS OF KCL SOLUTION (that's over 20 pounds of solid KCl and over 20 gallons of solution! My coworker and I were sort of laughing hysterically over this entire process because come on! 80 liters! For reference most lab protocols need like, a liter or less of whatever solution.) Fun fact about solid KCl, it tends to stick together into a giant brick. We were chiseling at it with scoops, spoons, whatever was on hand (i really wanted to attack it with a screwdriver but it would introduce dirt into the chemicals so i couldn't) and eventually we got so frustrated we went outside and dropped the thing off a second floor balcony. After wrapping it in like 3 layers of plastic bags because we knew at least one bag was gonna break. This did not actually help much but it was very cathartic.

There was a project once where we had to take sealed mason jars and replace all the air in them with nitrogen gas. Repeatedly. For over a hundred jars. My PI (principle invesitgator, means the scientist in charge of a project and usually a lab) is good at building things, so of course he assembled this manifold thing so we could pump nitrogen through a dozen jars at once. Which was great, except it involved two dozen needles, half of them attatched to flexible plastic tubing so they'd kinda bounce around when you pulled them out of the jars. It looked like a very stabby centipede-slash-octopus monster. Impressively, we only stabbed ourselves a couple times each with this thing (and changed the needles of course, we are aware of the risks of transmitting blood diseases).

Actually one of the craziest things about this job in my opinion is how many fucking needles we work with. You see, we study atmospheric gases. And to do that, we need to transfer gases between sealed containers, which means needles and septa (the rubber things they put on vials so you can poke needles through them). So. Many. Needles. Did you know you can only use a needle four times before it gets too dull? It's extremely noticeable as you're using them - not as they get dull, but when you discard an old needle and get out a new one it is a huge difference. I don't know why I find this so fascinating, but working with needles is honestly so fun. I feel like a mad scientist or something. Also, for the first couple months I kept poking myself on accident so I was just walking around with these pinpricks and papercut looking wounds. It felt a bit like a badge of honor, somehow, like a rite of passage for working in the gas lab. Another thing about needles, if you get scratched with one horizontally instead of stabbed, they look like papercuts. It's weird. Also weird is how good you get after a while at not stabbing yourself.

I think I like working with needles because they're something that used to make me nervous. Not horribly, but I have more than typical anxiety and I get nervous about everything. And yet I am now totally chill about needles, because I work with them all the time. It's... freeing I guess. Maybe empowering, even. I am scared of so many things, but I am not scared of this. Ditto large quantities of acid, once you've had to work with dozens of liters of the stuff you stop being scared of it - this was for the same project as the KCl and yes it was equally ridiculous. Dilute acid, thankfully, but to make dilute acid you have to mix the really concentrated stuff with water. It does not come as dilute acid, that would be too easy. So we spent multiple days in a row diluting acid and soaking things in it, there were plastic boxes full of the stuff on every available counter space with handmade warning labels, it was A Thing™️.

Anyways, I'm a person who's scared of everything, except weird stuff like hydrochloric acid, needles, and wasps. I can blame all three of those things on this job, which I love dearly. I love to learn new things, pretend I'm in a scifi movie, be surrounded by crazy people (affectionate), and apparently overcome my numerous fears. You absolutely did not sign up for this big puddle of feelings, anon, but thank you for inspiring it nevertheless.

#something something personal growth and overcoming fears. maybe that's part of why i love this job.#the wasp thing is because i have a field site at a bridge that's basically got wasp nests all over the underside #the wasps like to watch me work #i am genuinely having personal realizations while answering this ask #thank you anon sorry this got out of control i hope my exploits amuse you #some of it i think you just had to be there #also if anyone recognizes these stories shh you didn't see anything #my coworkers had better not see this it would be so embarassing #hylian rambles #hylian does science #anon #asks #thanks anon!#needles tw #i promise proper safety protocols were being followed in all of these stories #the acid involved so. much. ppe.

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May I ask for a Bucky x reader: while out getting some snacks for an upcoming movie night with James and the others, reader gets assaulted/mugged by some thugs. Even if she had been taught several skills involving self defense by James and her Avenger friends, she just froze... After some beating, they run of with her wallet, phone and jewelry. By the time she arrives at the tower, it wasnt the cuts or bruises that hurt the most- it was the feeling of shame/failure that was eating her up...

Let Yourself Be Human

Words: 3k

warning: cigarettes, fighting, robbery, descriptions of vomiting, panic attack, cat calling

ask from: @scorpionchild81

A/n: thank you for the ask! I've never been a fan of the 'gets robbed in and the man comes to save you' trope, this is a nice take on it.

Masterlist!

“Just hurry up, it’s getting dark out there.” Bucky worried as you pulled your bag over one shoulder.

You were this weeks ‘snack retriever’. The job was pretty simple, on movie night it was your job to go and grab all the snack requests before the movie starts. Because of everyone’s high level and time consuming job the requests could come in at the last second so it would be night when you’d walk to the store about a block away. It was an easy summer walk, you drew the short straw three weeks ago and everything went smoothly. The person who owns the small store knows all of you.

“I’ve done this before, it’s not even dark outside,” you just giggled and kissed Bucky on the cheek. He smiled a little and reluctantly sent you on your way, “you’re talking to a self defense coach.” you poked your head back in to say.

The sun was setting in the distance, you were walking away from the colorful swirl. The trip wasn’t too entertaining, you just had your headphones in and walked to the beat. Your hands stuffed into your pockets as you did that weird jog across the street where there were no lights and cars weren’t going to stop. As you were walking up there was a man who was smoking a cigarette outside of the store, he was looking you up and down even though no curve of your body showed in Bucky’s hoodie and tactile sweatpants; the ones with pockets that zip and had some on the back. As you got closer you just stared him down to try and make him look away, but he didn’t.

His jacket was large and bulky, and looked tactile. Army green pants that had so many more pockets that weren’t needed with tan coloured construction boots. “You should smile more,” he commented as you quickly passed the threshold of the door, the little bell ringing over his voice. You paid him no attention.

“Hello, Mrs. Chen,” you smiled as the lovely lady who worked the cash, she waved back. You worked up and down the aisles and found all the snacks easily, everyone got the same thing every time. Sometimes Mrs. Chen had some of the very regular snacks laid out for you on movie nights.

Your little basket hit your leg every step and got heavier the closer you made it to the cash. You lugged it on the table and she worked her way through and scanned all the little treats. As she did that you got your card out and looked out the window to the street, it was hard to see because in between the two window panes was metal bars that looked like jail cell bars. This place was easy to steal from, you had suggested the bars for added safety especially since Mrs. Chen lived above the store. As you actually took the time to take in your surroundings you realized the man wasn’t there anymore, he was not even a quarter way through his cigarette when you walked passed and no one would ever put one out with that much left. It was hard for you to not get a bad gut feeling but you felt it anyways, every single possibility came into mind but the only one that stuck was that he was waiting for you outside.

“Cash or card?” Mrs. Chen asked, it knocked you out of your thoughts.

“C-card,” you stumbled and tapped the chip to the machine, you put the food in your bag and headed out the door. “Thanks, have a great night!” you called over your shoulder as the bell rang again when the door opened.

The cool wind hit you in the face, the sun had really gone down. It was getting colder than you anticipated. Your lungs seemed to double in size as you took in a massive deep breath, the cold air felt nice against your anxiety constricted throat. The man wasn’t there, there was no cig on the ground. He probably got cold and started to head somewhere else, maybe back home. When you let the breath out you could see the faintest puff come with it, you weren’t dressed for the weather at all.

As you went to cross the street you didn’t notice but the bus was covering the car that was coming, you leaped back at the sound of a blaring horn. Falling right on your ass you watched as the yellow taxi sped by you, a hand reaching out of the window to flip you off. “Asshole,” you muttered to yourself before standing up. Everyone seemed to be looking at you, granted, you almost got snow plowed by a car because you were j-walking. A quick wave made everyone look away, then you went back to crossing the street.

You manually lowered your bug eyes and kept going, your bag was gripped tight by your hand. The cold air was doing the opposite of what you wanted, it seemed to be freezing your lungs. You almost got hit by a car, you could take a moment. You turned into the alley but didn’t go too far in, it was getting darker by the moment and taking your time was going to leave you to walk in the very dark of the night. The pink swirls you saw before were deep blue and some purple, the moon was already up and the sun was close to being invisible. While focusing on the visible puffs of air that came with every breath you began to calm down, the honking sound still slightly blurred in your ear but it was fine now.

The sound of gravel made you look up, your bug eyes came back again. The same man with the army pants and massive jacket stood in the middle of the alley opening. His hands were stuffed into his pockets, legs spread wide. All you could see was his face by the low light off the butt of his cigarette, the red glow lit his face in an evil way.

“Long time no see,” you really took the time to hear his voice. “Still not smilin’,” a smirk appeared on his face, the cigarette showed off the brown teeth and cracked lips. If he wasn’t smoking you would have guessed he went through three packs a day, his voice was as gravely as the loose rocks he stepped on.

Your mind wasn’t in the right place to argue, you just shook him off and started to walk towards him to simply keep walking away. As you were about to pass him his arm came out wide and clotheslined you, you fell right back and dropped your bag at contact with the ground.

you wheezed, “what the fu-”

“Give me your necklace!” he screamed, “and that ring!”

“N-no,” you brought your hand up to your chest, “I have a boyfriend, isn’t that what makes you guys leave us alone!” you gripped the pendant Bucky got for you after one year of being together, the ring was the first piece of jewelry you ever bought on your own.

“I don’t fucking care!” He leaned and shoved you further to the ground, his hand gripped the pendant and while you tried to kick him off he ripped it back, the chain swayed in his hand as he got the ring as well.

Everything happened so fast, he was so much stronger than you. You had no serum or powers, you were just a spy. He dumped out the candy in your bag as you just laid there in complete shock, your wallet fell out and he took that and ran.

Tears filled your eyes as you collected the candy, you shoved it back into your bag. Your phone that was in your back pocket was smashed, your headphones didn’t work anymore. “Pathetic,” you whispered as you slowly stood up. A shooting pain came from your tailbone, every step hurt. “Why didn’t you fight back?” you asked as you turned out of the alley, your hand instinctively coming up to fiddle with your necklace, but it wasn’t there. More tears fell as you went back into the compound, the movie room was far away. “Stupid,” you gasped as you fell into the bathroom. As you looked into the mirror there were no cuts or scrapes, just the extreme redness in your eyes. “Get it together!” you screamed before crying a little more.

Cold water. Tough love. A punch to the thigh.

You walked into the movie room with a fake smile, everyone cheered but Bucky didn't. He just looked at you. You dumped the candy on the table and everyone went for their snack of choice. When you fell back onto the chair with Bucky a small sound of pain escaped your lips, but you covered it with a cough. Bucky just looked at you, he didn’t say a word.

“What?” you looked up at him.

“What happened?” he asked softly, no one could hear him.

You just looked forward to the opening credits, Bucky sighed and did the same. His arm went around your body, it was different this time. Before he’d do it to keep you close to him in a fun, cuddly way. He’d kiss the top of your head as you told him about your day. But this time he held you almost protectively, a soothing way to tell you he was here and ready to fight for you. The kiss he laid on the top of your head was held longer than normal, a deep breath was taken by him as he kept his lips pressed firmly to your hair.

The movie began, “just know I’m here for you, okay?” he whispered but all he got was a nod and little whimper.

Two and a half grueling hours of watching the love of his life curl further into a little ball, he knew something was wrong. Every little thing made you flinch, even Bucky clearing his throat made you pull away from him. His mind raced with everything that could’ve happened, there were too many scenarios. Those many scenarios merged into one, though it was literally impossible for you to run into Zemo, the Red Skull and Dr. Zola, Bucky still thought about it. His mental clock went off every five minutes, he’d rub your arm or kiss the crown of your head, sometimes he’d ask if you wanted to go back to your shared room; nothing got you talking. It seemed as though you were beside yourself, nothing was making you laugh or cry. You weren’t looking at the screen.

The three wick candle that sat on the table reminded you of the dim lighting from the cigarette. You could picture the man’s face as he ripped your necklace right off as you just sat there, not even trying to fight back. The small flicker reminded you of the wind, how quickly it picked up when you walked home.

“What’s up with the candle?” Bucky whispered, you flinched back. Everyone looked over, Bucky just cleared his throat and pulled you back into him. “Did you hear me?” He whispered, you shook your head. “What’s up with the candle?” he asked again, not even looking over to the blue wax coloured candle, he kept looking at you.

“I don't know,” you muttered.

“Would you like me to blow it out?” Bucky cupped your cheek.

“N-yes, sorry.” you cowered back and fell deeper into the chair.

But just gave you a sympathetic look and awkwardly leaned forward. with a quick and sharp breath, much like the push you received, the candle was out. The wicks still glowed red. The trails of smoke went up into the air and distorted the picture on the screen, the final scene in the movie. Bucky acted like it was nothing, he put his arm right back to where it was before. He watched the screen for five seconds and carefully moved his eyes to try and look at you, you were still looking at the candle and not at the screen.

The room went pitch black, the screen had faded into the credits. Everyone began talking but Bucky leaned right down to your ear. “Pretend your sleeping, I’ll carry you back to the room.” his breath flushed against your ear.

“Why?” you quietly asked, Bucky had never heard your voice this quiet before.

“You were trembling when you walked in and your legs have not stopped this entire time, let me carry you.” he planted a soft kiss on your forehead and you nodded.

The overhead lights came on and the room was still very dim. You closed your eyes and let your head fall on Bucky’s shoulder, you could hear him picking up the candy wrappers.

“Hey, Buck,” that was Sam’s voice, “what’s up with the missus?” he asked.

“Long day,” Bucky spoke softly back. There was a prolonged silence where everyone was still talking but you could hear the soft clicks of a mouth moving, Bucky was mouthing something to Sam. “I’m gonna bring her to bed, she’s too peaceful to wake up.”

“She’d probably smack you,” Sam sounded uneasy.

Effortlessly you were picked up and carried bridal style out of the movie room, the sound of voices got smaller and smaller. The door opened and you were greeted by the meows of Alpine, you were laid on the bed and Alpine jumped up on your stomach. You still pretended to be asleep so you could get out of talking to Bucky.

The warm fuzz ball was removed from your stomach, “I’m not stupid.”

You opened your eyes, Bucky was sitting on the edge of the bed and looking down at you. “I never said you were,” it came out like a question, unaware of how to answer that statement.

“I’m not stupid,” he said again, but this time he kept talking, “where’s your ring, your necklace, why didn’t you tell me you were making your way back, why is your back hurting?” He placed a hand on your far hip, caging you in. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“You don’t get to talk to me that way,” you sat up, but the grimace on your face when you rested on your tailbone wasn’t helping your case.

“Oh really?” Bucky sarcastically asked, “because when I tried to be nice you brushed me off. Something happened and I don’t deserve to be kept in the dark like that, especially after you started tearing up mid-way through the movie.” Bucky leaned closer, “I don’t want to be mean, I’m trying to help, and to help I need to know what happened.” He kept looking at you, those eyes knew how to get anything out of a person. He watched and did nothing as you began to cry, they softened but he didn’t give in. “Tell me, one word, that’s it, give me one word.” he whispered.

“Stolen,” your voice was thick with tears.

“What was stolen?” he calmly asked, his hand that was on your hip began to rub around. “Was it the necklace and ring?” when you nodded your head he swallowed hard, “who stole it?”

“He told me to smile more,” your hand came up to play with your necklace again but it wasn't there. Bucky saw this and quickly took off his dog tags and put them around your neck, giving you something to fidget with.

“He?” Bucky asked, “who’s he?”

You let out a shaky breath, “I don't know, he was there and then when I left he wasn’t.” you sniffled, “when the taxi almost hit me I went to the alley and he was there again.” you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, Bucky was frozen for a second before hugging you tightly.

“You almost got hit?” Bucky asked, he rubbed your back while the other hand cupped the back of your head. You nodded, “you almost hit by a taxi and then walked to an alley and he said to smile more?” Bucky asked again, you shook your head this time. “What am I getting wrong?” In the crying state you were in you couldn’t manage a sentence, Bucky needed to piece it all together.

“H-he was there wh-when I went in, then he was gone when I l-left,” you stuttered out and went back to crying.

“Okay, good job, thank you.” he praised you a little more before going back to figuring it all out. “While you were walking in the store he told you to smile more?” you nodded and Bucky let out a deep breath. “When you left the store with the food he was gone, yes?” his left hand worked big circles on your back, there was a beat to your sobs that he tried to follow. When you nodded he kissed your temple, “you’re doing great honey, just keep answering and we’re gonna figure it out, okay?” he asked again, “keep responding.”

“I-I’ll try,” your voice was high, trying to force out the words as you breathed out the sobs.

“When you were leaving a taxi almost hit you, yes?” you nodded, “were you shaken up?” you let out a hum of agreement, “so you went to catch your breath in an alley and he showed up again,” he kept going, “did he touch you?”

“He pushed me over, and I didn’t get up, I couldn’t.” you added.

“Why?” At that question he felt your breath pick up, “it’s okay, stay calm, it’s okay, big breathes.” Bucky pulled out of the hug to look at your face, your skin was going pale and slightly green and your eyes were wide, pupils dilated to the max and your lips were beginning to chap from the mouth breathing. “Did he take the necklace?” he asked but you didn’t answer, “doll?” he shook your shoulders a bit, a quick jolt. “Honey, can you talk to me, let me know you’re there?” his voice was getting worried, his words moved faster. “What’s your name?” he cupped your face, you didn’t respond.

Your eyes flicked to him, you were looking through him before. Bucky’s eyes flicked between yours, not knowing which eye to look at. Your hand moved and gripped the dog tags, but all you felt was the shame of losing the original necklace. You were a trained fighter and this man robbed you without a weapon, he shoved you over once and you didn’t put up a fight. If it happened to Bucky, Bucky would have taken three seconds to be able to kill him. You just sat there hopelessly, everything you’d learned and applied to Hydra agents went out the window when it came to a normal civilian.

All at once you were leaned over the side of the bed, the candy you ate back right back up. The colorful particles splattered all over the floor, Alpine ran off the bed and into her bed right away. She was smart and knew when to leave the humans alone.

“Look at me,” Bucky gripped your face, his thumb ran over your bottom lip and picked up the vomit that didn’t have enough projection to hit the floor. Bucky called Alpine and she came back on the bed, Bucky placed her in your lap and then stood.

It was a failed distraction, all you saw in the vomit that laid beside your bed was a pathetic little girl who was somewhere she didn’t belong. The floor was clean now, Bucky was back to right in front of you. Your breathing was stable again, he used the clean part of the cloth to wipe your face.

You took a deep breath, “he shoved me over and ripped off my necklace and ring, he took my wallet and ran. I just sat there and did nothing,” your voice was void of any emotion, an extreme contrast to how you were acting five minuets ago.

Bucky just looked at you, “you almost got hit by a car, I’d be freaked out too.” he squinted his eyes, seeing what type of support you needed right now.

“You could have fought him, I should have been able to.” your voice didn’t move, Alpine pawed at your chin, she knew something was wrong.

“We have bad days, there’s time where I just look at a Hydra agent while we fight and I think I know them.” Bucky cupped both sides of your face and wiped his thumb back and forth, “ask Nat about it, sometime it lasts three seconds, sometimes three days.” Bucky let out a deep breath and you copied, “it's normal.”

“It shouldn’t be,” you added, avoiding eye contact. “I shouldn't be here, I can’t fight, can’t do anything, really.” you sniffled and looked anywhere but Bucky.

“Maybe you shouldn’t,” he said casually, your head whipped to him so you could look at him. “Set the standard,” he nodded, “if you can’t fight all the time: go home.” his eyebrows pulled closer together, he was challenging you. “Once we put that out there every single person in this building will go home, you hear me?” Bucky got serious, but not in an angry way. “This job is taxing, we aren’t ready all the time. You wanna know why?” He asked, “this isn’t rhetorical.”

You nodded, “yes, please.”

“Because we are human.” He stated, “serum, no serum. Magic, no magic. Wings, no wings. We are human, and we can be forgiven.” Bucky leaned in and placed a kiss to your lips, “I’m not mad, no one is or will be.” he smiled, “it took me a lifetime to figure it out.”

You pulled back to look in his eyes, “but I should have-” He cut you off with a kiss, his lips pressing hard against yours. Both hands kept your face still, he didn't care that he could taste the vomit, or the tears. As he slowly pulled back you kept your eyes on him.

“Let yourself be human.”

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Break up

Summary: After having a messed up break up, your best friend Dabi is there to comfort you, and give even more than you asked for.

Word count: 5,2k

Genre: romance, smut, no quirks haha

Warnings: 18+, creampie, public sex, spitting, choking..

,, I fucking hate him’’ you cried loudly, mouth full of ice cream as you talked to your cousin over the phone. At this point you didn’t care of how loud you were, and you didn’t care about the fact that your cousin had a hard time understanding you since you were a crying mess. Sobbing loudly, you ignored the words coming from the other line.

,, That bitch cheated on me with Toga, can you believe that?’’ you sobbed, tears rolling down your cheeks as you wrapped yourself with your favorite comfort blanket.

,, The girlie with weird hair ?’’ your cousin asked in shock.

,,YES, the fuck she thinking she’s the fifth element with that hairstyle?’’ you choked out, throwing the empty package across the room, as your cousin giggled because of your remark. She wished she was closer so she could pay you a visit, but sadly miles and miles were separating the two of you.

Sure, the first person you wanted to inform about your breakup was Touya, but you couldn’t force yourself to bother him, knowing he’s probably on work. You knew very well that he would drop everything and come over, saying how he doesn’t feel well or some other shit, and you didn’t want that.

After the call ended, you stood up, ignoring your reflection on the window, knowing very well that you look like shit right now with all the smudged mascara over your face. Tears started rolling down your cheeks even more when you saw that there’s no ice cram anymore. What did you do to deserve such a torture.

Wearing your hoodie, you made your way toward the nearest store, ignoring the people that were giving you weird stares because of your silly Sailor Moon pajama shorts. You couldn’t care less of what anyone thought in that moment.

You went to the store with the intention to buy ice cream, only to end up in the part of it with variant different choices of hairdye. So many ideas were going thru your mind, as you looked all over it. You almost ended up buying the pink dye and some bleach, until you saw scissors hanging beside the bleach.

Grabbing the scissors only, you hurried up to pay everything you chose, rolling your eyes shamelessly as you saw Rumi, the cashier of the fucking day. For some weird reason, you almost hated the muscular bitch. Maybe it was because she never had the exchange to give you back, giving you a pack of gums instead. Maybe it was because of her attitude, always giving you some smart comments, how your skirt is too short, how there are kids here, or even because she always rolled her eyes when she saw you coming in.

,, Looks like someone had a rough day’’ she commented sarcastically, as you gave your best to keep calm and ignore her. After the comment, she shut her mouth and did her job.

,, Sweetie, can you help?’’ she asked, suddenly with a cute tone, when her co-worker asked her to bring him few paper bags that were beside her.

,, No, you are doing great’’ you spat, grabbing all of the items as you hurried out of the store. The fuck would you help her? She’s getting paid for it, not you. Stupid bitch.

Placing the ice cream into the freezer, you immediately made your way to the toilet as you unpacked the scissors almost aggressively. Why would you dye and ruin your hair with bleach, when you could just cut off a bit of your hair, which meant the exact length of his dick.

Your hair was already long, and the fact that his dick wasn’t that big meant that you would only cut few inches. After short calculating, you grabbed the scissors, as you turned some silly tutorial on Youtube. Watching yourself in the mirror, you cried even harder, not because you regretted your decision. It was more because you looked like a lunatic.

After you finished, you immediately washed your face, cleaning all the ruined make up. Sure it didn’t look like a professional person did your hairstyle, but it didn’t look bad either, in fact, you liked it.

Since you weren’t in the mood to do your make up, you only put a bit of face cream over your face, and bit of mascara to make your eyes pop up a bit, before you took few selfies to post on instagram.

You were too lazy to do it, all you wanted to do in the moment was cry some more and eat ice cream you just bought, while watching something on Netflix. But you had to do it, you had to embarrass him as much he embarrassed you.

,, Not gonna miss those 5 inches, Kai.’’

You wrote, laughing ironically at the caption under your selfie. It wasn’t the best selfie you ever took, but at least you didn’t look like you were suffering because of the breakup, and the much shorter hair was visible on it.

[cyxnaf] Touya Todoroki

,, What happened?’’

It wasn’t even a minute since you posted your photo on the instagram, and your best friend already messaged you there.

Bitch cheated on me

You replied, sending him a crying selfie, with a spoon in your mouth.

[cyxnaf] Touya Todoroki

I’ll be there in 15 mins

A smile crept on your face, as you read his message. You loved him more than anyone or anything else on the whole word. If it was someone else coming over, you would probably force yourself and clean the apartment. But since it was Dabi, you didn’t give a shit.

The moment he arrived, you started bawling your eyes out. Having a face to face conversation with someone, talking about the break up made your feelings awake again. Dabi in other hand tried to make you feel better, bringing you your favorite snacks, and trying to put Kai down.

,, I’ve never had drama, unless it’s with my inner self’’ you cried loudly. ,, And all of sudden, I’m being cheated on.’’ Adding you grabbed the chips from the paper bag and opened it almost aggressively. Touya laughed you out, pointing every drama you’ve been connected to.

,, Stop it, you’re supposed to make me feel better’’ you slapped his arm lightly, as he talked about the drama that happened back in high school, when you got into a huge fight with a girl that called your dog a rat.

Once Touya realized that your mood was only getting worse, he turned some documentary on Netlfix that he started watching few days ago, explaining everything about it to you. You couldn’t help but smile, as you listened to him explaining every small thing, making sure you won’t be confused once he plays the episode.

,, You only watched few episodes of one murder documentary and you think you’re Mr. worldwide intellectual.’’ You laughed, as he tried to explain professionally.

,, The fuck you talking about ? The only documentary you watch is Keeping up with the Kardashians, so shut the fuck up’’ he spat, rolling his eyes playfully as he played the documentary.

The thing he played was about some murder, nothing you would watch on your own, but you didn’t mind. Seeing him talk about it so excitedly made your heart warm and in that moment you didn’t care if you won’t be able to sleep next few days.

You always loved spending your time with Touya, you simply loved how even when none of you had something to say, the silence was never uncomfortable. Even just sitting with him was making you feel safe.

,, You really choped your hair’’ he said, as he started to play with your hair. Being tired from all the crying and with his gentle movements, you were not capable of replying, simply nodding your head in response.

,, It looks good on you’’ Touya complimented you, placing a soft kiss on top of your head. He noticed that you were zooming out, so he just continued to caress your, helping you fall asleep.

All the horrible thoughts he had washed away, once he saw your sleeping face. He could only smile to himself as he noticed how puffy your face got from all the crying. Sure, it wasn’t that visible, but he simply noticed it and found it more then cute.

He tried to act calm and suppress his feelings, he tried to be there for you, but when you talked about what happened, all he wanted to do was find that piece of shit of your ex and simply kill him. He couldn’t understand how did you always manage to find some weird boyfriends that didn’t appreciate and treat you as you deserved.

If you only gave him a chance, he would always be there for you, he would simply give you anything you wished for. Touya never understood how could you be so blind, never once did you notice his feelings for you. Never once did you question his behavior.

Every time you called him over, he would ditch all his plans and run to you. Every time you needed something, you knew very well that only Touya will help you 100%.

You woke up in your bedroom, a little bit confused about what time it was and if your best friend was still there. Taking your phone to check what time it is, your eyes widened when you saw a Instagram notification from Kai. That piece of shit had balls to like your photo.

Throwing your phone away, you started crying again, wishing the day you met him never happened. You wished you listened to your best friend when he told you that Chisaki ain’t the one for you.

,, You ok?’’ you heard Touya’s voice under the loud TV noise. In just a second he was beside you, warming your body with his own and wrapping his arms around you, telling you how everything is ok and how he’s there for you.

,, Come on, stand up’’ Touya commanded suddenly, forcing your upper body up. ,, We are leaving’’ he added, forcing you out of the bed. You were too confused to even think at that very moment, but you found yourself following his lead. Wearing one of your very oversized shirt that covered more than enough, you hurried out of your bedroom to Toyua who was waiting for you already all ready.

You didn’t know what was happening, and the pack of eggs in his hand was confusing the shit out of you, yet you found yourself in the passenger seat, doing whatever Touya planned at that moment.

,, Where are we going ?’’ you asked, tears long gone.

,, We’re egging his car’’ he said, as your eyes widened in shock.

,, Is that even legal?’’ you asked again, already all excited about it.

,, Nope’’ Touya laughed out, focused on the road. You were sure that Kai would know it was you, definitely. But he also won’t have balls to call the police on you, since you knew about all his dirty deeds, you knew about all the drugs he’s taking and having hidden somewhere in his house.

Kai didn’t live far away from you, so in only few minutes of drive the two of you found yourself in front of his car. Lighting one cigarette, Dabi took the paper that was placed on the windshield.

,, Stop perking on my spot’’ Dabi read out loud, pointing out the word he wrote wrongly. You laughed loudly as you remembered about Kai telling you about some dude parking his Motorcycle in front of his car, making it hard to get out of the spot for him.

,, He can’t write, but he can do meth I guess’’ you laughed, as Touya puffed on his cigarette.

You stood there close to Kai’s car, as you waited for your best friend to finish his cigarette. It was a quiet night, with no people around at all. Maybe it was the adrenaline that was rushing in your blood, or the fact that you spent all day crying like a mad person, but in that very moment all you felt was anger as you thought about your ex.

,,Here’’ Touya gave you the package, still smoking that cigarette. You weren’t sure if he took his time with cigarette or if the time was simply passing so slow for you, since he was a pretty fast smoker.

To his surprise, you grabbed one egg and immediately threw it on his car, making him rise his eyebrows and laugh in shock. You never did something like that before, so you didn’t really understand why the alarm didn’t go on. Was your throw too weak?

A huge grin formed on your lips as you threw another egg, you couldn’t stop the evil laugh as you watched the egg yolk all over the window and in that moment you wished you had rotten eggs instead. Watching you happy like that, Touya couldn’t hide his smile. He was almost sure that everyone could read his emotions, he was sure that everyone could say how much in love he was with you.

You were on your fourth egg when Touya took one from the package and threw it. You weren’t sure if he threw it with much more force, or if he already did this before, but when the egg hit the car, loud alarm took over the peaceful night.

,, Shit, we have to hurry’’ Touya said under his breath as both of you threw one more egg. Sure, Kai won’t call the police, but if someone else saw you, they sure will.

You were laughing loudly, as you took your last egg, ready to throw it while Touya explained to you at what you should aim for.

,, HEY’’ you heard a familiar voice, coming from the building you used to spend so much time in. Not even turning around, you threw the egg and rushed to Toyua’s car, hopping fast into passenger seat. The moment Kai got out, everything happened too fast.

You wished you could take a photo of his upset face as he looked over your car. You were sure that you never saw him mad like that.

,, YOU FUCKING SUCK’’ he yelled once he turned the alarm off, while Dabi was ready to drive off, laughing loudly with you.

,, AND YOU SWALLOW BITCH’’ you yelled, popping your head thru the window. Touya gave you a bit time to flip him a bird, before he drove fast off, leaving your ex boyfriend pissed on the road. Laughing loudly, you leaned back into the seat, satisfied with the little event your best friend thought of.

,, You are seriously the best’’ you said, still smiling widely. Touya nodded his head, focused on the road. Every time he took a look of you, his heart would skip a beat. He was so fucking glad that you weren’t sad anymore, at least not for now.

You weren’t sure what had he planned next, since he wasn’t driving back home, but you didn’t care. You enjoyed his company, and you enjoyed the fact that you felt nothing else beside happiness in the moment. It was weird how fast emotions were taking over you. Just one hour ago you were a crying mess, and all of sudden you found yourself enjoying the night with your best friend.

You didn’t even realize how hungry you were, until Touya stopped by McDonalds to buy some food. Once he came back, placing the milkshakes and paper bag into your lap, you almost started drooling from the delicious smell.

He parked on the spot beside lake, where the two of you usually come to chill a bit. The music played on the low as the two of you ate slowly and talked about casual stuff. The moment a song from the famous tiktoker started playing in the background, you wished your hands weren’t so oily from the food. You wanted to change the song, but you didn’t want to make your phone oily, you weren’t even sure why you had that song in your playlist after all.

,, Does this song bother you?’’ he asked, taking a sip from his milkshake.

,, Yeah there’s a word that’s pissing me off’’ you rolled your eyes in annoyance.

,,Which one?’’ he asked confused.

,,When she says This ain’t build a bitch, you don’t get to pick or choose, what she should have said is nothing and just never release that stupid song’’ you hissed, wiping your hands as you changed the song that was pissing you off so much.

,, You are so cute’’ he complimented you, as both of you placed the rest of the food in the paper bag. Everything you did was cute to him, the was you sneeze is cute to him, the way you rise your brows when you are surprised, the way you laugh at your own jokes sometimes. Everything.

,,Did you know that Yumi got pregnant ?’’He asked you suddenly. Your eyes widened in shock, as you heard him ask, not because it was weird or anything like that, the two of you always gossip, but because you knew Yumi so well. You weren’t best friends with her, but the two of you would casually meet up.

,, Wasn’t she on the pills?’’ you asked, covering your mouth with your left hand. ,, Oh fuck no, I don’t claim this negative energy’’ you gasped shaking your head as Dabi laughed at your sudden reaction.

Talking about pregnancy and sex, you found yourself thinking about the last time you slept with your ex. You didn’t feel any sadness, all you felt was disappointment and anger. Just the thought that he was the last one inside you was making you mad, and the fact that only god knows when will you sleep with someone again was making you mad even more.

It’s not that you were a prude, or that you had something against one night stands. Sure, you could install Tinder and just find a quick fuck, knowing very well that the thought will bother you until the problem in your head is solved. But you weren’t the one to jump under the covers with a complete stranger.

,, What’s up?’’ Dabi asked once he saw you confused and lost in your thoughts. Hearing his voice, a sudden idea popped up in your head. You shook your head, trying to not think about it. He is your best friend for fucks sake, you can’t use him for something like that.

,, Nothing’’ you shook your head once again, trying to avoid his eyes.

,, Oh come on, tell me’’ he said stubbornly, as he placed his cigarette between his lips.

,, You know, the fact that Kai was the last person I had sex with, and the fact that I don’t know how long it will stay that way is bothering me’’ you confessed, skipping the part with the rest of your thoughts.

,, and you thought I could help you with it’’ Touya joked, as he puffed on his cigarette.

,, How did you know?’’ You asked way too fast, regretting it almost immediately once he almost choked onto the air and the smoke of his cigarette.

,, You can’t be serious’’ Touya said under his breath, closing his eyes as he spoke those words out. You weren’t sure why, but your heart sank a bit once you heard him say that.

,, Ah come on, it can be a quick fuck, it won’t change anything between us’’ he whined, turning your body to his direction. Once you said that, Touya grabbed you and forced you into his lap. You were more then shocked by his action, but you still positioned yourself comfortably in his lap, not sure if you should say anything or just wait..

,, You think I’ll be able to go back after it ?’’ he asked, one hand holding your waist firmly, and other holding his cigarette. ,, Doll, you should know better than anyone that I don’t do quick fucks’’ he added, as his grip got stronger. You weren’t sure if you should be embarrassed or not, but you felt uneasy at that moment, not sure where this all is leading.

,, If we do it now, there’s no going back doll, you’ll belong to me’’ he added again, as you sat in his lap confused. It was weird to hear him talk like that.

,, Touya, that can fuck up our friendship’’ you whispered. You were way too confused, not sure if he was talking about a relationship with you or just about you not sleeping with anyone else beside him.

,, And a quick fuck won’t do it?’’ he hissed, throwing the finished cigarette out of his window. He was right, both of it could fuck it up, and your idea was probably the worse option. The problem you had just few minutes ago was long gone, as new thoughts took over your mind. The fact that he was slowly placing soft kisses all over your neck didn’t help the situation, and the fact that you tiled your head to the side to give him more access to it didn’t help either.

You weren’t sure if you were simply too horny in the moment and if emotions took over you, but one part of you wanted to give it a try, yet another part of you was simply too scared of losing him. You did think about it before, how lucky can a girl be to call herself his girlfriend!? He’s not like other guys, at least not to you. He was always so caring, so gentle and so loving with you. He was the one who was always there for you, and in fact, you were more than sure that if you two start something, you won’t end up being hurt. But the fact that your friendship was under a question because of it was making you scared. Touya is the only person you never want to lose, and he knew that very well.

,, What do you say doll? Wanna try?’’ he asked, as he kissed your jaw softly. You weren’t sure how were you even capable of thinking at all in that moment.

,, Yes’’ you breathed out, closing your eyes shut as you enjoyed his soft kisses. Could you really lose him? If you had to worry about it so much, you should worry about the very exact moment. Why wouldn’t the current event ruin your friendship, now that you know that he doesn’t really see you as a friend as much as you thought. If you start some kind of a relationship with him, and if it doesn’t work, the two of you could talk it out.

The moment you said yes, Touya grabbed your yaw with his right hand, brushing his nose with your own before he connected his lips with yours. Once you placed your hands on his cheeks, trying to get closer to him, he couldn’t help but smile into the kiss.

What really drove him crazy was you rolling your hips on him. The fact that you had nothing else under your oversized shirt than your favorite panties almost made him cum in that very moment. Breaking the kiss, he leaned back into the seat, as you tried to catch your breath. Touya pulled your shirt up, exposing your naked chest. Not wasting any time, he placed his left on your right boob, pinching and twisting your already hard nipple, while sucking the other one.

Just the feeling of his hot breath made you throw your head back, enjoying the sucking and squeezing he was giving you. You placed your hands on his shoulders, finding support in it. Every roll you did with your hips, was met with his own one, making you feel his hard erection under his sweatpants. A quiet moan escaped your lips when you felt him bite on your nipple few times before he got back onto sucking it again.

Touya pulled your hips up a bit, giving you a sign to stay in that position as he pulled his sweatpants and boxers down, just enough for his dick to spring up. You knew that he had a dick piercing, in fact, you were in the waiting room when he decided to get it, but you still were shocked. It looked so good, so attractive.

You wanted to get out of his lap, you wanted to taste him, but his hands stopped you. Pushing you back onto his lap once again.

,, You have no idea how much I love you’’ he said, brushing his lips on your own, as he pushed your panties to the side and rubbed the tip of his dick around your hole.

,, I love you too, so much’’ you confessed, kissing him softly, as the pink head of his dick slowly entered you, hands on your hips slowly leading you down onto his length, until he was all in.

,, I know’’ Touya smirked into the kiss, enjoying the warmth of your walls hugging his dick. The hands on your hips slowly started to lead your hips up and down. The pace was so slow you could feel every inch of his dick rubbing against your velvety walls. Touya wasn’t one to enjoy the slow pace that much, but with you it was something else. He wanted to feel you as much as possible, and pushing his dick so slow into you gave him that possibility.

Just thinking about how it finally happened almost made him cream inside you. Closing his eyes, he let you move up and down his dick on your own. When you nuzzled your head into his neck he almost lost it, holding your hips down for few seconds just to calm his dick down. The small I love you that you whispered into his neck all over again didn’t help either, making it hard for him to control himself.

His hand found its way under your shirt, while his lips were all over your neck now, leaving sloppy marks all over it. You weren’t sure what did you enjoy more, his lips and hot breath over your neck, sucking and biting it, his hand squeezing your left breast or his dick deep inside you rubbing against your cervix.

Even tho you were moving your hips so slow, every time you were pushing your hips down, his would move upward, snapping against you with a little force and hitting your cervix perfectly. The both of you were breathing heavily, enjoying every second of the slow sex you had.

Wrapping his arms around you, he pulled your body closer to his, as he started moving just a little bit faster. You squeezed your eyes shut, as you realized that your climax was getting closer and closer with every move. Touya noticed your breathing getting faster, and your walls hugging his dick tighter then before, as he pulled your body up a bit, pushing you against the steering wheel and giving himself more access to move and fuck you a bit faster and stronger then before.

Moaning loudly, you wrapped your arms around him as you came all over his dick, almost shocked that you came without any clit stimulation. Dabi didn’t stop fucking you, helping you ride off the hard orgasm that just hit you.

Once he was sure you were done, he sat down. He lowered his seat, as he changed the position, locking you under him. Without giving you a chance to understand anything, he pushed his dick inside you.

,, I’m not done with you’’ he groaned, as he started moving his hips at much faster pace then before. Instead of saying anything, you wrapped your legs around him, placing your hands around his neck and just kissing him again. You couldn’t get enough of him, and luckily he felt the same. Accepting everything you had to offer, gladly.

The slow and steady pace was long forgotten, as he fucked you into the seat of his car with much more force and at one ungodly speed. You were pretty sure that the car was moving with every move he did, and you were sure if someone happened to be near, they would know what’s going on, but that was the last thing you cared of.

You were a moaning mess under him, and he was no better than you. You were surprised when you felt his hand around your throat, holding you in one place and playing with your breath. Open your mouth for me was all he said, before you felt thick saliva in your mouth. When it started, you thought it would be only some vanilla sex, the last thing you thought was that he would end up choking you and spitting in your mouth.

If it was someone else, you would probably freak out, but since it was him, you only obeyed, mouth open and tongue out, giving him approval for more.

,,That’s my good girl’’ he said, as he spat into your mouth one more time, while his grip around your neck only grew stronger. He was moving at rapidly speed, his skin slapping against your own was louder than the music that was playing in the background.

You closed your eyes as you started catching your breath once his hand moved away from your neck. Touya couldn’t control himself anymore, grabbing the edges of the seat, as he fucked into you. The pain mixed with pleasure was too intense for you, but you are his good girl, and you are doing so great for him, he made sure you understood that, as he repeated it all over again, while fucking into you.

The moment you felt his fingers rubbing your clit in circles, all you could do was squeeze your eyes shut, moaning loudly, as he told you to cum all over his dick, so you did as you were told and that was enough for him to reach his own high. Few harsh moves and he found himself cuming deep inside you. Even Toyua doesn’t know how did he find the energy to tell you how good you are milking his dick, but he did.

Collapsing on top of you, he fucked his seed inside of you, making sure not a single drop will get outside of your tight little out, making sure none of it will go to waste.

,, You’re mine’’ he said, placing soft kisses all over your face, and you were his. You were always his and he was always yours.

You weren’t sure how long would it take you to get over your stupid ex, but you were sure that Touya will be there for you and help you out in every way he can. Starting from the moment the two of you left your apartment, to the very moment the two of you cuddled inside of his car, after one steamy sex. All you could think of was your best friend and what would future bring you.

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Demigod MC Series: Ares

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2, Poseidon, Ares

Lucifer

He cannot overstate what kind of damage this mortal was able to do in their first few seconds in the Devildom...

The instant they got to their feet, they had managed to incapacitate Satan and knock down Beel. Lucifer himself tried to get between them and Diavolo but…

If he hadn’t moved his head, if he was standing just ONE INCH to the left… he wouldn’t have a head anymore. Barbatos was there to intervene, but had he not they could have probably taken out the Avatar of Pride and done critical damage to the Demon Prince himself in one strike...

Frankly, Lucifer prefers not to dwell on that moment... He's sure Ares must be proud of this one...

He pretty much treats the mortal like a live bomb afterward, if he can get away with not interacting with them at all, that’s what he’ll do.

He’s NOT scared of them... much... It’s just that they have a bullish and uncooperative attitude at best and since they know they can take any of them, they don't even consider him - Lucifer, the eldest demon brother - a threat...

But you know what the most frustrating thing is? They won't give him an inch of respect, but they'll always listen to Levi! Levi!!

Look, Lucifer knows he may not hold a rank among the Hell's army and he might not have been a major player in the Celestial/Demonic wars of the day, but he's still the strongest demons here, dammit!! 😡

Lucifer finds nothing is more embarrassing than having to ask Levi of all people to keep the mortal in line because he can't... Oh, the humiliation… He hopes they leave soon...

Mammon

At first, he thought they were scary. But in time he thought they were scary… and also pretty damn awkward.

Mammon wasn’t there when they more or less wiped out the majority of his brothers in the Conference Hall but when he finally showed up he'd never seen Lucifer look so pale… If THAT doesn't make you shit your pants, he doesn't know what will.

Naturally, he kind of toned it down on the "stupid human" stuff real quick after seeing that…

But here's the thing. After the two made a pact together, Mammon started to notice that the MC wasn't all that mean, they were just… violent?

He legitimately thought that they couldn’t stand him for a while until one day a guy on the street called him a dirtbag. The MC threw a punch right there! No questions asked, they just decked that guy!!

It was kind of touching… and messy. Very messy. Did he mention that they’re terrifying yet? 😥

As it turns out, the MC has apparently spent a lot of their life just fighting things and being asked to fight things so they're not very used to showing non-violent affection…

It took him awhile, but he realized that their way of saying, "I like you," is, "I will attack your enemies." So now all he does when his brothers tease him is say, "I'm telling MC!'' and they'll stop immediately. It's great!! 😁

Considers them to be his bodyguard when he goes out to gamble in some… shadier places. Most of the time not even the bouncers want to take on the MC, ain't nobody getting paid enough to lose that many teeth…

Leviathan

Okay, so. It's not very obvious anymore, but he USED to be on the front lines of the war against demons in the Celestial Realm. He was in charge of battle strategies, he led armies, and even now he still holds the highest rank of the royal navy!

So leave it to the kid of a war god to sniff all that out about him, huh…? They appeared to know all about his record the instant they saw him and they actually seemed to respect him for it!

For context, this mortal tells pretty much everybody to shove off but any time he’s around they call him “Admiral” or “sir” and actually pay attention to what he says! He can tell it drives Lucifer insane, but honestly? It’s a bit of an ego boost. 😌

It’s sort of cute when they come to him asking for tactical advice… They get just as into it as he does with his anime and any time he points out something that they haven't seen before they get so excited it's like they're a kid watching a magic trick. HUGE ego boost. 😏

Speaking of anime, it’s hit or miss whether or not they can watch any of it. Anything with good fight scenes (and let’s be honest, not that much talking) they’re on board for. But if the hero and the villain talk to each other for like an episode before throwing punches then the MC will just rant...

MC: “The enemy is distracted... Why aren’t they attacking yet??”

Levi: “Because the villain killed the hero’s best friend and they’re-”

MC: “They could avenge their friend right now if they ended things right here!”

Levi: “MC, we’ve been over this... That’s not how plot works.”

MC: “And now he got away!! See?? They should have killed him when they had the chance!”

Levi: “*sigh*... Let’s just play some CoD.”

Satan

The last thing he remembered when the “human” hopped out of the portal was a sharp pain to the side of the temple and Asmo wailing as he fell unconscious…

Yeeeeah, not great. And unfortunately for the mortal the Avatar of Wrath tends to hold a grudge…

For a comparatively brief moment in time, all of Satan’s considerable ire had shifted away from Lucifer and to their new housemate. They found their bed, clothes, pillows, food, and even their toothbrush cursed!

… But Ares kids must be built from some strong stuff, because half of what he employed didn’t even faze them! He even put an explosive spell on their backpack and not only did they tank the blast, it didn’t hurt them at all!! It was like they’re damn near immortal!

Annnnd they kind of are. Apparently the MC had taken a dip in the River Styx at some point before and became nigh invulnerable…

Was it maybe a little terrifying to know that they had kidnapped a nearly invincible demigod on the level of Achilles? Yes. Did that also mean that they must have had a weakness too? In theory....

Satan honestly devoted a depressing amount of time trying to uncover the “Achilles’ Heel” of his new sworn enemy… until…

The MC was walking with him and Asmo to RAD one morning when they passed by a group of lesser demons harassing a small puppy. Now Satan may be more of a cat man, but NO ONE fucks with animals while he’s around.

He was right about to go over and rip those demons a new one but the MC actually beat him to it! Apparently, the second that they realized what was happening, they launched themselves forward and started bashing the abusers' heads into a wall!

… Live by violence, forgive by violence because in that very moment Satan decided they weren’t so bad after all. He even joined in!

Oh, Asmo gave them both shit all day for the bloodstains on their uniforms and the scratches on their… everywhere, but it’s not like either of them cared. Righteous justice had been served and it was glorious!!

100% would team up with the MC in some kind of vigilante “punish-all-animal-abusers” gig. They have but to ask. 😌

Asmodeus

Oh they TERRIFIED Asmo when they first showed up! How else was he supposed to react?? They brought down his brothers like they were made of cardboard!!

Though he had to admit that the confident, battle-ready look they had about them was sexy as hell, he knew better than to go bear poking! 😣 He avoided them like plague until they finally asked him for a pact.

And then he discovered something… something very unexpected….

They're actually adorable!!!

Okay, like, not in appearance (they look like they could pile drive Cerberus for Pete’s sake!) but he discovered that they have NO CLUE how to handle physical affection. Like zero!!

The first time Asmo actually got the courage to try and hug them he expected them to toss him off, but instead they just stood there like a malfunctioning doll, all flustered and confused… It was so cute!!! 🥰

From that point on, Asmo would take every chance he could to wrap his arms around them or kiss their cheeks just to watch them try and fail to handle it. It's more fun than picking on Levi!!

It took two months for them to finally attempt any kind of reciprocation and even that was adorable! They pecked him on the forehead without thinking about it then nearly passed out from the realization. Apparently, they had never felt like kissing anyone before so he was quite honored!

The brothers know that if the MC's looking too mad to listen to Levi, they just need to call Asmo. A nigh invincible warrior becomes a LOT less scary after you’ve cuddled them into submission! 🤭

Beelzebub

Beel didn't like them one bit, at least not at the beginning. They had managed to get past him and actually attack Lucifer which was NOT a great first impression on their part...

He honestly saw them as a threat for a while, but unlike the rest of his brothers he didn’t avoid them. He just kept an eye on them.... constantly….

Look. Beel is a big guy. Stealth is not his strong suit… If he's tailing you, you're probably going to know about it because there's a six-foot something behemoth in orange following you around while pounding down bags of chips. He's not very subtle…

That being said, after following them around for a while the two finally got to talking and he realized that they didn’t want to hurt anybody or anything. They were just acting on instinct before.

After making the MC promise not to hurt any of his family, they got on much better terms. Hell, he actually got them into fangol!

Beel's sport of choice is pretty much just ultra-violent American football so the MC took a liking to it instantly! After enough begging, the coach let them try out and they got onto his team immediately.

He likes having them as a teammate! They're very good at the game, uh... even if they take it a little too seriously…

They once tried to convince his teammates to decorate the team bus with "the helmets of their fallen foes." They're REALLY into the sport… But hey, they haven't lost a game since they’ve joined. It’ll be fine!... Probably.

Belphegor

Hahaha… He’s in danger… 😥

It took one look at this mortal to make him rethink the whole, “Trick the Human” plan… Since when have humans looked like that?? They could crush his skull under their heel!!

It took all he had in him to play it cool when they first met because his internal monologue was nothing but screaming… THIS was the "human" he had to use to get him out of there?? How in the WORLD was he going to kill them?!

Admittedly, he had to think about it for a while. Belphie's a clever guy… and a demon. So who needs an honorable fight, anyway? If he can’t win one-on-one, then he’ll cheat!

He waited until the MC got the door open and didn't attempt a frontal assault… No laughter, no gloating. He just waited for them to turn their back, claws ready to dig out their heart, and then-!

MC: "Do you really want to try that?"

The MC must have had some kind of danger sense, because they didn't even have to turn around to know what Belphie was doing…

MC: "Look. I like Beel and you're his twin brother… So I'm willing to let this slide. But if you really want to try me…"

MC: *looks over their shoulder with the glare of a bona fide killer* "I won't hold back."

That was... very persuasive.

The MC brought Belphie down to the others peacefully with his tail between his legs and honestly Lucifer was more relieved that he wasn’t a bloodstain on the floor than he was mad… They could have killed him sooo easily…

They did, indeed, forgive and forget about the whole “attempted murder” thing, though Belphie was never quite able to shake off how frightening they were in that moment… He had nightmares for a while.

Thankfully, Asmo clued him in that the MC would melt into a harmless puddle of fluff if they got even the slightest bit of physical affection... Oh, the sweet payback he could dish out... It’s cuddle time. 😏

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me demigods #obey me headcanons

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levanterhaze · 2 years

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some people say luck can knock on your door... but that's not the case.

you find yourself having the biggest crush on jung hoseok but he doesn't even know that you exist. after a fraternity party and some alcohol in your system, you find yourself with some dumb ideas with someone you didn't even know since yesterday, which is jeon jungkook. then you find yourself trapped in a stupid deal, which is — make hoseok fall in love with you.

pairing: jungkook x reader

rating: 18+

content: smut, angst, strangers to friends to lovers, college au, fluff

warnings: swearing, alcohol, mature themes and sexual content.

counting: 3.7k

[THE CHAPTERS MASTERLIST]

chapters two playlist: clumsy — fergie | no shame — 5 seconds of summer.

you felt like you were going to throw up at any second and to make matters worse, there was that little headache that seemed to have no end.

your apartment was silent and that meant you didn't know if yeji was already home or not. but it wasn't like you wanted to get out of bed anyway. you still smelled of sweat and jungkook cologne. it was ingrained in you like a fucking tattoo.

remembering last night, a long sigh escaped your lips.

you didn't know where your head was. getting mad at hoseok all of a sudden was downright childish. it wasn't like he ever paid attention to you, so you could blame alcohol for making such dumb decisions.

but on the other hand, you didn't regret having done what you did. it was all just so spontaneous and furious. it's not your style, but there's always a first time for everything.

you jumped out of bed when you realized you had slept much more than you should have. it was almost 2 pm by the time you definitely got up and lazily crawled into the shower to wash away the remnants of last night…all of it.

you were in your most comfortable clothes, hair damp and face still a little puffy when the door opened and yeji appeared escorted by jimin.

"look if it's not the lovebirds." you smile as you chew on a piece of the sandwich you made because your stomach was empty.

"you woke up late." yeji left some bags on the counter and took time to hug you. the sweet aroma of her perfume made you slightly nauseous, but she didn't seem to notice.

"yes, think i needed a good night's sleep." you shrug. "where were you?"

“yeji needed to buy some things at the market.” jimin approaches and steals a bite of his lunch. you deadly stare at the blond-haired boy. "then we go to training."

“what training?” confusion is visible in your voice.

"oh, the boys have a game next week and i said i’d support jimin in his next practice," yeji explains. "you should come with us, then we can go out for a beer or something."

just thinking about beer makes your stomach twist.

"i’ll pass, thank you."

"c’mon. you always promise you'll go watch me training and you never do. what kind of friend are you?” jimin raises his eyebrows trying not to laugh at your frown.

“yeji? a little help here?”

"sorry, ____. but jimin’s right.” your best friend shrugs and you pucker your lips, pretending to be offended.

"oh, thank you so much."

"please, come with us." yeji put her hands together, begging you. "i promise I’ll buy you a portion of those chips with cheese you love."

it made you rethink the invitation. not only that but also the fact that you could see hoseok one more time.

"fine. but keep in mind that I'm only going because of the food." you point at yeji and she just smiles gratefully that you decided to go just for once.

it was a hot day on campus. there were some girls in the bleachers also watching the football practice. yeji would pay you dearly to stay in the blazing sun just for her boyfriend.

the seven-tan were on the field, you couldn't see much other than a ball speeding across it. football was a sport you didn't understand at all.

"i have no idea what the fuck they're doing," you confess as you half-closed watch namjoon chase the ball.

yeji shrugs. "me neither, but i always cheer for jimin when he takes the ball."

a laugh rips your throat. "you're a good girlfriend, yeji."

she tosses her brown hair back, smiling smugly. "i know."

then in the next second, you find yourself obsessed with the view in front of you. the coach yells something and the match stops. hoseok, who's standing closest to the railing that separates the bleachers, lifts the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

and there are no words to describe what it does to you and your libido.

he puts his hands on his hips in an adorable position as he melts in sweat and you can't imagine a better sight to perceive for the rest of your life.

your gaze strays to another spot on the field, where you see jungkook sitting on the grass with his shirt slung over his shoulders and dark hair thrown back. why does everyone have to be naked to play on this team?

for a second your eyes meet and an awkward moment occurs. he flickers that mischievous grin as you wave, not quite sure whether to smile back or not. jungkook puts on his uniform and when the coach screams again, he start running, chasing the ball.

you wiggle yourself, no longer knowing what exactly was making you so hot at this point.

twenty minutes later, practice ends and yeji can't wait for jimin to get the sweat off his body to jump on his lap and cover him with kisses. you just go with her to show jimin that you were there too — fulfilling the role of a friend he so demanded. but instead, they were already far away and in jimin's place, it's jungkook that materialized beside you.

"didn't know you liked football." he's in that uniform shirt; which sticks to his body due to sweat.

"i don't." you simply say. "and it's not like we've talked much about anything, anyway."

jungkook thought of something sassy to say, but gave up midway.

"so, you didn't come to see me?" he pretends to be hurt, pouting.

"don't be so smug, jungkook."

he bites the corner of his lip, exactly where his piercing is.

"you're mean, did you know that?" there's a remnant of an evil smile on his face that you're hard pressed to ignore. jungkook’s just too attractive for its own good. "are you going to tell me what you were doing here?"

"why?"

"just curious."

"jimin made me come." you shrug.

he frowns. "you and jimin?"

you automatically grimace in disgust. "what? no! he dates my best friend.”

"sorry, my bad." he quickly denies it and then looks around to see if anyone is listening to your conversation. "so, can i have your number?"

"for what?"

"to repeat what happened last night?" he says suggestively in his most convincing smile.

"what makes you think i want to do it again, jungkook?" you fold your arms, trying to decipher that lazy grin on his face.

he licks his lips, letting his tongue slide around the lip ring. you’re tempted to follow his moves but you stop yourself right there.

“fine, i’ll admit. yesterday's was one of the best fucks i’ve had in a long time and i just can't stop thinking about it.”

you feel something pulse inside you, like a small spark in a hectic flame. however, you maintain your posture. "good for you to have two hands to solve your problem."

jungkook smirks and steps closer, then says low enough just for you to hear. "why would i do that when i’d rather you doing it for me?"

your eyes widen at jungkook's audacity to say such things to you in public, where yeji or jimin might just show up and hear that nasty, dirty talk. you swallow heavily and lift your chin, trying not to seem too affected by words that, unbeknownst to him, have left you frustrated and also turned on.

"it won't happen again, jungkook." he stares at your lips. "i’m serious."

"okay, then." he walks away as if nothing has happened, but even so you can still feel him smiling as he turns to enter the dressing room.

an exasperated sigh escapes his lips as soon as you realize what you've got yourself into.

the bar where everyone decided to gather was a little far from campus. it was wooded around, with the building made basically of wood, giving a tropical mood to the place. you didn't know this one existed, but you felt comfortable as it was a warm day and tables were outside the bar.

taehyung came in the car with you, jimin and yeji. the whole way he was babbling about how difficult it had been training after a night of booze and jimin had scolded him that he had gone overboard when their coach specifically said that this week they should all be clean and rested for the next game.

but to be honest, taehyung didn't seem to care too much.

there was a moment when he turned to you, his deeper voice and an amused look in his eyes.

“where were you yesterday? you disappeared." your eyes widen as you shake your head so he just stops talking. your eyes wander to the rearview mirror, quickly catching sight of yeji typing something on her phone.

great, you didn't want her to know that right now, not here with jimin.

taehyung looked suspicious, raising his eyebrow as he looked towards you. for now, he remained silent, but something inside you felt like he wasn't going to let this behind.

that means you would also need to talk to jungkook.

you only saw him when he sat across from you at the table. his eyes were focused on his phone while a black cap covered most of his face. everyone placed their orders and when the drinks were ready, you volunteered to carry the beers. you just didn't know someone was following you.

"here, let me help you." hoseok’s voice was suddenly gentle. you were surprised but just tried to act natural while handing him some of the bottles.

"thanks." you giggle kindly and he smiles back. before returning to the table, he touches your wrist with his free hand and you turn your whole body towards him. your eyes roam over the radiant expression on his face, wondering how he could be real.

"i think i owe you an apology." you blink a few times, obviously confused.

"why?"

hoseok sighs, rolling his eyes in annoyance at himself. "maybe i jumped to conclusions and ended up being an idiot." you still didn't understand what he meant. what could he have done to you? “yesterday, i kind of overheard your conversation on the phone. so i heard you talking about jimin and— anyway, i misinterpreted. i was pissed, not believing you could be with him. it’d be really disappointing."

you just didn't know how to react. your legs felt like they turned into jelly because hoseok was really flirting with you.

you let out a broken laugh and stare at the floor a little embarrassed that he thinks you and jimin might have something.

"you really got it all wrong." you cackle and he follows you.

”i know. i’m an idiot, right?”

"no! of course not."

“so just to be sure. you're not with jimin or jungkook?” he follows your gaze, staring at you mercilessly with that crooked smile.

"not. i’m definitely single,” you quickly say without thinking how desperate it had sounded to him. you try to fix it, nodding your head. "i mean, i’m not with either of them."

he laughs, eyes closing as his smile spreads across his pretty face. "good to know." and with that, he heads back to the table as you try to filter what the hell just happened.

everyone at the table was deep in conversation that was hard to follow. first the subject was exams and semiannual assignments, then football, and now they were talking animatedly about who lifted the most weight at the gym.

"namjoon’s the strongest of us." jin laughed as he gently squeezed his arm. "a whole wall of muscle."

"and i do absolutely nothing." taehyung shrugs, taking a sip of his beer.

"because you're fucking lazy?" jimin prodded. he was sitting with his arm around yeji. you were beside him, facing jungkook and hoseok.

"because god gave me this body and it's perfect just the way it is." taehyung says with his convincing face like it's obvious and everyone bursts out laughing.

"amen," you say, holding your soda, feigning a toast. taehyung does the same and laughs while taking another sip.

“jungkook’s a beast. he spends more time at the gym than the rest of us.” jin points to jungkook, who just shrugs.

you can't help but catch a glimpse of his tattooed arm, strong biceps, and puffing chest, creating a wall of muscle beneath that simple black shirt he was wearing.

jungkook notices your gaze and you quickly get busy filling your mouth with the chips yeji ended up buying you.

something vibrates in your pocket and you automatically take the phone out of it. perceiving a message from an unknown number, you frown as you read what is written.

[for:____]

was it because of him?

you think that someone might have made a mistake and you locked your phone without even thinking about answering that. however, a light kick to your feet under the table makes you look at jungkook’s direction. he raises his eyebrows, tilting his chin slightly at your phone.

you silently deny it, but he widens his eyes even further, silently asking you to respond.

[to: jungkook]

how tf did you get my number?

[for:____]

jimin gave it to me

[to jungkook]

WHY DID YOU ASK JIMIN?

[for:____]

i asked you, but you didn't want to give it to me.

[to: jungkook]

isn't that self explanatory enough for you???

wait, does jimin know about us?

[for:____]

why are we straying from the whole point?

do you like hoseok?

kind of overheard your conversation… sorry

was it because of him that you were in practice?

you look up in disbelief. jungkook’s acting up so well that you can barely get a reaction from him. you excuse yourself from everyone else and get up to go to the bathroom.

inside the establishment, you inform yourself and are about to turn down a small hallway, when a warm, soft hand grabs your wrist. your gaze quickly flicks back to where jungkook is stopped in mid-motion, seeking your gaze.

you look back to see that none of his friends are seeing and drag him into the lady's room, locking both inside one of the booths. jungkook takes up most of the space, his athletic body pressing yours against the wall.

"what's wrong with you?" you try not to yell because you don't know if there's anyone else in there. "did you tell jimin we had sex?"

the silence that follows makes him smile.

"i’m your dirty little secret now?"

"jungkook."

“relax, i didn't tell anyone. but would that be a problem?”

"i haven't told yeji yet." you cross your arms. "and it's not anybody's business, so why would you have to tell them anyway?"

“hey, it's okay. i’m not opposing anything here.” he raises his hands in redemption. "however, you're still avoiding the main subject here."

"i don't owe you an explanation."

"so you do like him." that mischievous smile comes out again and you twirl your eyes. "look, it's ok. i won't say a word to anyone."

“whatever, jungkook. let's go back or they'll guess something's up.”

"and isn't it?" he approaches, pressing you against the wall. your eyes wander to his rosy lips and the lip ring that envelops his lips so sensually. jungkook locks his jaw, holding his breath so he doesn't pull you closer and kiss you again.

he notices your uneven breathing and curls his fingers around the edge of your skirt. his fingers pluck at your skin, causing you slight goosebumps.

"jungkook." you swallow harshly, trying to control your pulse, but it's ridiculous. you become weak when he's near.

"come to the frat later." his fingers travel a little higher, making an imaginary line up your thigh. you deny it. he bites his lip as he curls his finger around the edge of your panties and you froze, wondering if he'd go on with that tease. "make up an excuse and come."

"no." your voice comes out incoherent, weak, and without any credibility.

jungkook downs his fingers and you deep down hope that he will go on with it because the torture is too good to be withheld. he bends down just to brush his lips against yours and whispers. "please."

“____? are you okay?" yeji's voice echoes in the tiny bathroom and you hold Jungkook's wrist, pulling it away from your skin that now blazes in flames. with the palm of your hand, you cover his mouth and beneath your skin, you feel his smile.

“i’m on my way, yeji. i just felt a little bit sick.”

"okay… i’m waiting for you out here."

"sure, fine."

you hear the door closing and you step away from jungkook, squeezing your eyes shut as you tip your head back.

"hope you give me a great reason to lie for you, jeon." you open the door and squeeze out. jungkook chuckles to himself, still hiding inside the small cabin.

"oh, i will." that's all you allow yourself to hear before you leave.

the sky was turning a mixture of scarlet pink as you crossed campus to the bangtan house. along the way, you wondered if it was a good idea, thinking that maybe you'd better forget about going to jungkook and return home.

but it was too late, anyway.

your mind was in turmoil. in two days many things had happened and to process, each event was too difficult. your life, which had always been monotonous with dreary relationships with guys who didn't seem to care that much, was suddenly left behind by the appearance of jungkook and hoseok. yeah, hoseok, the guy you had the biggest crush on was suddenly flirting with you. if that wasn't lucky, you didn't know what to call it.

the wind was frigid, so you hurried to get to the location before it got too dark. after knocking on the door, footsteps colliding on the stairs were heard outside. the door opened then, revealing jungkook in a long, oversized, long-sleeved shirt in a color that highlighted his tanned skin tone.

there's a certain glint of surprise in his eyes because, despite his best efforts, he didn't know if you would come.

"c’mon in." he gives you space to enter. their house is now clean and clear, nothing like the chaotic setting of the day before. "don't worry, we're alone."

and for some reason, that made your stomach fling.

jungkook’s room had the door open and as you enter, memories of last night start to haunt you. the wall next to his bed where he held you and slowly stripped off your underwear and the large bed where you rode him mercilessly. now, his bed was made and the chair across from his desk was pulled back, and the computer screen turned to some academic text.

"so i’m here." you turn around as soon as he closes the door. jungkook politely points to the bed and you feel fearful before taking a seat on the edge of it. he sits in the swivel chair lazily, legs spread in a comfortable position.

"i’m going straight to the point." jungkook joins his hands in front of his body, resting them on his stomach. "i can help you."

"with what, exactly?"

“hoseok. you like him, right?”

it takes you a few seconds to respond, wondering if you should trust this kind of information to jungkook, but it seemed too late for that.

"yeah. but how could you help me with that?”

jungkook bites his lip absently, barely noticing how attractive he makes him look. he looks at you for a moment, watching and absorbing every detail of your face and your mystified expression.

"i’ll make him fall in love with you."

you keep staring at him and then after long seconds, a laugh escapes your lips.

"this is ridiculous. hoseok will never fall in love with me.”

“ok, first, be more confident. second, i have a plan,” he says as if this is obvious. “first, you're going to have to make up a lie. anything that makes you spend more time around him. for example, you can come up here saying we plan to study or whatever the fuck it is, so i’ll let you know when he's here.” jungkook pauses for a second, noticing your reactions. so far, you've allowed yourself to listen to it without saying a word. "however, you can't seem that obvious, so we'll feed this lie by saying we're together or fucking, which it won't be real unless you want to, of course." you roll your eyes. "then he's going to start looking at you in a different way, i know him well enough so i know it's gonna work."

he finishes speaking and you stare at the ground for a good few seconds. the idea itself seems preposterous, relying on a lie so that the guy you like finally looks at you.

"jungkook, are you that bored?"

"believe me, i have my own reasons." he smiles evilly. "if you get him, the way will be clear for me."

"what are you talking about?"

"hana." he blinks a few times, pulling his lips to the side. "she messed with me so i just want to pay it back."

“by using me?”

"look, ____. we'll both win. you get hoseok, i get hana. take it or leave it.”

it looked so dumb, so, so dumb. but a little voice in your head was hammering that this strategy could be useful. jungkook wanted hana, if hana was wanting hoseok then he seemed to be the key to her getting away from him, leaving the way clear for you.

a light shines in your mind, tracing paths to see how wrong this could go.

"so, what do you tell me?" he rests his elbows on his knees, waiting patiently for your response.

your gaze rises to jungkook. your eyes inspect his features instantly, getting a small glimpse of the metal gleaming at the corners of his brows. he has a small pout, with a grimace that somehow looks adorable. and at that point, you don't know what really makes you give that answer, but a cynical smile curls your lips as you answer firmly. "i’m in."

notes: THANKYOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE SUPPORT!!!! personally, i really like this chapter. there’s nothing too special going on, but i think it’s the starting point of the story. let me know your opinions because i’d love that!

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sainadazai · 3 years

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can u dad dad!sakusa or suna hcs of like their baby being born ㅠㅠ

Yay I love dad requests

And ima do both of em cuz i love ya <3

Suna is stoic, teasing your strange breaths all the way to the hospital, and you hate him for it. You even have to scream at him a few times to just shut up because your trying to push out this giant creature he put into you. However he isn't joking because he doesn't find this serious, quite the opposite.

This is going to be most special day of Suna's life, and he is so afraid that he'll mess it up, or let that fear show, so he'll continue the jokes endlessly.

"Jeez babe, calm down, save some oxygen for the baby.." He mutters as you take heavy breaths while waddling with him into the hospital.

"Rin."

"Sorry."

Yet when he's been sitting by your side for hours, feeding you ice chips and whiping your tears, he doesn't really mind the fear. How could he not be afraid? You look as if your on the edge of death, paled and sweaty, breathing heavily and yet you've got a smile plastered on that face he fell in love with.

He's so afraid of how much you two are going to love this little baby. All the awful and painful things you'll go through just to keep them safe, he hasn't even met them and yet he knows it. That he'd die for them, you would too.

"Rin, I'm scared, I'm scared..."you mumble into his lose white tee shirt, already stained with snot and tears. He can feel the way your body shakes with sobs and it hurts him to know how much pain you must be in.

"Shh, Shh, don't be scared, I've got you, always."

"But what if we're no good at this? W-what if I can't do it!?" He moves his arm to wrap fully around you and he wishes he could tell you how wonderful of a mom you're gonna be. Suna knows you are the strongest person he's ever met and that birth is just another challenge you're going to overcome.

Strength isn't even a powerful enough word to describe you, but he can't tell you all those things because the doctor is pulling him off you, telling you it's time to push again.

"C'mon, Mrs. Suna, push!" You wish you could hit the doctor, a man telling you to push this thing out of your vagina? What does he know.

However you can feel the baby's weight on your pelvis and your body is tightening up every second trying to push them out. The pain is like nothing you've ever felt. As if the only way to satiate it is to bring your legs as high to your chest as you can and to squeeze.

"Cmon baby, you got this." He's whispering in your ear while your screaming in pain, holding your breath as if it will help soothe the ache in your whole body. Trying to ignore the dribbles of sweat that fall from your chin to your chest.

It's the worst sound you've ever heard, until it's the best. The sound of wailing, but much quieter, squeakier wailing. Cries of your baby. The one you two made together, and are gonna raise together, the only person in this world you know you would die for, kill for, anything.

"They're here, oh God rin they're here." You breathe out a sigh, but he's not looking at you, he's too focused on the tiny legs kicking ever so slightly at the nurses cleaning him. Him. Your son, a baby boy that he knows is his whole world.

"He. He's here." Rin can't feel it, but you can see the tear that rolls down one side of his face, one coming from love.

Sakusa thought he was prepared. He has a private hospital room and paid extra to have them sanitize everything, the bags are packed and organized neatly, he even brought your favorite snacks. Somehow, though, all that wasn't enough.

He was pushing through it, but the way your hand was dripping with sweat as you screamed curses at him was getting increasingly difficult to deal with.

The man loves you, but the way you yell at him about how this is all his fault, how he's ruined your body forever with his child and now you are going to be a saggy, ugly, sore mom, it stings a bit.

Not to mention the fact you won't even let him take the time to grab baby whipes just to clean you up a bit, make it easier for him to be around you.

The beginning was perfect, you'd scream and he'd console you before you drifted of into cat naps, but now? Contractions are every two minutes so even though you've been up for hours you can't get any rest, and somehow you've hardly dilated 6 centimeters.

"Kiyoomi, do you hate me!? Is that why you insisted on ahhhhh- forcing this evil demon spawn into my vagina!?"

"Y/n, I assure you I'd never force-"

"Shut up -mmmmmm- your voice sounds like nails on a chalkboard you wretch." The nurse is giving him sympathetic looks, but she too knows that given the amount of pain you are in, you probably hate just about every living being around you.

"I love you." He kisses you forehead, hating the taste of sweat, but he'll wash himself later, you need him now.

He won't even dare to look down towards the open sheets at the edge of the bed. It's nothing against you, but you are leaking substances he's never even heard of before, and he's certain that there will be blood and germs and it's best that he stay focused on your face.

The waiting is hell. Sakusa hates the germs and the insults and the loud noise, but he'll stay the whole time, not even so much as a water break.

He loves you and this child so much, he even loves the way you can say the craziest things when your upset, he won't laugh out loud but he really finds you funny.

The love for you is assured, though, when you're waiting to push one last time, and all of that anger has turned into a sappy mess of his wife.

Your laying back and staring up at his large frame, faces only centimeters apart, you just wanna see his face. "Omi I love you so much, we are gonna have a family. You and me. We did it, baby."

He feels inclined to say "not yet," as he can tell the nurses are anxious to get you to push again, while you lay there talking. Yet, he doesn't.

Instead he leans his forehead against yours and whispers, "you did it, love. You made us a family, and I love you both so, so much. Just gotta push one more time."

And your sweet, loving husband asked you to so of course you do.

When they pull his little girl from between your legs he can't even feel the sting in the hand your gripping. All he feels is bliss, as if he's just seen the most beautiful thing life has to offer.

It gross and messy and it brought him his beautiful baby girl. He doesn't mind that she is sticky, he rushes down to grab hold of her, noting how her cheeks are squished upwards with her cries and how she has a beautiful head of hair that he knows comes from him.

"She's perfect." He coos at you, as he walks her over, placing her gently on your naked chest.

When he looks back down to see your skin against hers he feels at peace. His girls, the two most important people in the world and you look so beautiful together.

He forgets to whipe you down before he goes in for a kiss, having noted that he really wasn't able to feel your lips on his all day.

"We made the cutest little baby in the world." He mouths against your cheek before kissing you there too.

"I can't wait to brag that she's better than atsumu's sticky little twin brats."

"Thats my girl."

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hyunjilicious · 3 years

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a helping hand [henry cavill]

A/n: No idea where this came from, and if you guess who the mysterious person mentioned in this fic is, I’ll give you a cookie. If not, you’ll have to wait until I write the second part!

Summary: you ask Henry to help you take some pictures for your onlyfans account KINKY 3.4k

Warnings: dirty talk, age gap, obsessed henry... stalker-ish?, innocence kink? is that a thing? well, henry has it in this fic, nudes, masturbating (both), cum play slight humiliation, daddy kink.. i think that’s all? It’s pretty tame :)

"You're a good guy, right?" you asked, your words reaching Henry's ears as soon as you both passed the threshold into your apartment.

He turned to look at you over his shoulder, one eyebrow raised. "I'd like to think so, yes. Why?"

Ever since you moved in, he'd been glued to your side. The man that lived across the hall from you, although about 16 years older, turned out to be exactly what you needed in your life. He was polite beyond words, everyday willing to throw a helping hand to whoever needed it, built like a machine and with a sense of humour to match.

Every Saturday you went shopping together, and he would always insist on carrying your bags too, even though you'd take the car to the supermarket and rode the elevator up to your floor. He was the one who you paid with a beer to unclog your shower drain, and you were the one who ironed his shirts every time he needed it. Whenever he was out of town, Kal remained at your place, and whenever you were away from home, Henry came over and cooked in your kitchen, because apparently the window positioning in your apartment facilitated the smell getting out faster.

You had been the one who got him to shower and convinced him to eat after the so-called love of his life cheated on him, and he was the one who convinced you not to stop working on your degree when things got too difficult. He was everything to you. And that's why he was the one you decided to trust with this, too.

"I need some help with something-" you said, walking over into the kitchen, arms full of shopping bags.

"What is it?"

"You wouldn't judge me, right?"

"Of course not, darling" Henry laughed, pressing a sweet kiss to the top of your head as he started helping you unpack.

"I need someone to take some pictures of me" you confessed, all of a sudden shy as hell.

"Hm, ok" he nodded, ripping open a bag of lentil chips he forced you to buy. He urged you to take the first piece, and after you did, he dug in, eyes trained on yours as he waited for you to continue.

"Nudes-" you added and then saw him choke.

Red as a tomato, his eyes bulged out of their sockets as the chips got lodged in his throat. "What-" he coughed, shaking his head. "Nudes?"

"Yeah, well-" you added, taking a step back as you felt he needed the space. "I didn't know if you knew, but I have an onlyfans-"

Henry coughed again, finally placing the bag down. "Definitely did not know"

"Ok-" you laughed, "It's really good money"

"And you need me to…"

"Only if you're comfortable with it!" you jumped in. Hoping it would comfort him, you placed your hands on his biceps, your big eyes looking up into his. "I really trust you with this, but if you don't want to, it's absolutely no problem. I'll ask someone else"

Never in your life had you seen him so out of it. He seemed uncomfortable beyond words, his brows slightly furrowed as he processed your request. But there was no way in hell he'd ever decline such an offer, it just seemed too good to be true.

"I just didn't expect this, that's all" he chuckled, bending down to kiss your forehead. With his hand on the back of your neck, he gently prompted you to look up again. "Just tell me when"

"I mean" you breathed out, looking around. "Whenever you're free. We can do it now, if you wanna"

As his enthusiasm grew, so did his cock inside his suddenly too tight jeans. He couldn't help but grin, as pure lust became visible in the blue of his eyes. "Now it is"

"Thank you!!"

"No problem, darling"

Henry made himself busy around your kitchen, tidying up and placing the newly bought items in their designated place as you rushed to your room to get ready. Your make-up wasn't too extravagant, but the lingerie you picked out was nothing if not too perverse. Everything was visible through the thin material, your ass was completely exposed, and the thick rope you held in your hands was the cherry on top when it came to what Henry fantasised about every night.

"I feel weird" you laughed, stepping into the kitchen, wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe.

"I'm sure you look absolutely beautiful" Henry shook his head, locking his phone and standing up. He walked over and when he reached you, you undid the knot and took the robe off, doing a childish pirouette to show him the full picture.

"Good?"

"Really good" he sighed, closing his eyes from fear that his self control would crack any second.

You both moved to the living room and the photo shoot began. Although stiff and self conscious at the beginning, you eventually let loose. For the next hour, you posed seductively for him - you touched yourself, moaned out loud in order to get the right expression, giggled innocently into the camera, stared at him with a ball gag in your mouth and it was only the beginning.

For the second part of the shoot, you moved to the bedroom. This was going to be much easier, since you wouldn't be facing the camera. You kneeled in front of the bed, bending over the mattress as Henry stood behind you, waiting for instructions.

"I'm not sure which angle works best..." you told him over your shoulder. "Can you try a few, and then we'll see which ones we like?"

"Sure thing" he chuckled and got to work.

It was weird, not being able to see him, but you remained there, patiently waiting for him to say something. The room was almost perfectly silent, only the faint music you felt on in the living room being audible. You were relaxed and calm, until you felt Henry's boot push your knees apart. You almost gasped, but then he pressed his hand to your lower back, pushing you further down into the mattress, before he grabbed your ass, lifting it up a bit.

"Much better" he stated, stepping back and resuming taking the pictures.

"Wow-" you breathed out, completely turned on by the stern way he handled your body. "Thank you"

"Absolutely no problem, doll"

And finally, for the last part of the shoot, you handed him the long, thick rope and an instructions manual, opened at page 23. "Can you tie my hands to the bedpost, please? Like it says here"

"This is the shit you kids are into, these days?" Henry laughed, sitting down next to you on the bed.

As he worked on doing the knot, you stared at the patches of chest hair that were visible between the stained buttons of his shirt. "It's what gets the most views."

"But you don't like it?"

"I do!" you nodded and then hissed out in pain as he tightened the knot too much. "I think it's hot, I wouldn't do this if I didn't like it"

He seemed pleased with your answer, only sending you a smile before he was finished tying you up. You opened your mouth to speak, but he beat you to it.

"Yes, you look incredibly hot, if that's what you wanted to ask"

You burst into laughter. "Yep, thank you"

Next, you instructed him on how you wanted these pictures to look. The first ones were from the foot of the bed, so that your whole frame would be visible. You arched your back and bended your legs, curling your toes as you pushed your chest out. Even though you couldn't see Henry, his eyes burned your skin. His heavy breathing was audible behind the clicking of the camera, as he every now and then sent you a low grunt of approval.

The lewd sounds he was making had you extremely turned on, as if the way he stared at you wasn't already enough.

For the last pictures you wanted to take, you asked him to come closer. "I want these directly from above. Get my chest and my hands in, that's all"

"Yep" he agreed, and then moved next to you, the mattress dipping as he settled beside you. Henry took a few pictures, but judging by the look on his face, he wasn't happy.

"What? Tell me" you pouted.

For a second, he looked around the room. You had no idea what he was looking for, and it wasn't as if you could help him while you were still tied to the bed.

"Let's try something," Henry said, his words coming out more like a question. You nodded in approval and then his left hand found your chest, his fingers expertly undoing the front clasp of your bra. Your tits spilled out and sudden embarrassment creeped up your body, making your cheeks burn.

Your first instinct was to cover yourself with your hands, but your wrists were still tied to the bedpost, leaving you completely exposed. "Oh.." you whined, rubbing your thighs together as you looked at him for approval. Since this was how things were going to go, you at least wanted to look sexy.

"This ok?" Henry asked, his hand on your waist. It was the first time he touched you without a pretext that day, making your pussy all but cry out with need.

"You tell me"

"You have really nice tits" Henry grinned and then pushed himself up.

"Thank you…"

And you were completely done and wet for him now. He didn't even try and you were the one who whored around in front of him for an hour, but all you needed was probably a single touch and you'd cum, screaming his name. His massive cock painfully strained against his jeans inches away from your face as his frame towered over your naked chest, taking picture after picture.

"Act more innocent"

"What?"

"Pout" Henry cleared. "And raise your eyebrows. Guys love that"

Or, in fact, he loved that. As soon as you followed his command, the atmosphere changed. He hid his face behind the phone in his hands, trying to mask his ungodly arousal. As if you couldn't see his cock, all but leaking inside his pants.

And he did take a few more pictures, two or three, before, without another word, jumping off the bed and bolting from the room.

"What the-" you yelled, pulling on the rope. "Henry, what are you-" and then, you could have sworn you heard a door slam shut.

There was literally nothing you could do, bound naked to the bed. And as if the situation wasn't already messed up enough, the way he left you there, helpless and alone, made the pleasure inside your belly grow exponentially. Thigh rubbing did absolutely nothing to alleviate the pain, and no matter how much you squirmed around, you couldn't do anything else other than keep edging yourself.

You had no idea how much time passed before he returned, but when he walked back into the room, you couldn't have been happier. "Henry-" you whined, looking up at him. "What happened?"

"Nothing sorry" he shook his head. He looked terrified, afraid that you would hate him forever. "I'm sorry, I- heard my phone ring and I-"

It was the worst lie in all creation, but you didn't mind one bit. You weren't mad at all.

"That's ok" you smiled, "You could have told me, but it's fine"

"You're not mad?"

"I'm not" you said, "It comes with allowing some to tie you up, I guess"

"Oh shut up" he blushed, leaning over your body to finally undo the knot. "I'm sorry, but I gotta go now, I really have something to do"

"Yeah, sure, thank you so much, again" you sincerely said, rubbing your shoulders and enjoying the feeling of blood freely coursing through your arms again as you followed him to the door.

Before hugging him goodbye, you clasped your bra back on, and then moved behind the door so no prying eyes of any neighbour that might pass by could land on you.

"Wanna come over later?" Henry asked as he walked out of your apartment, "Grab a beer or something?"

"Yeah, sure" you smiled, butterflies in your stomach as you so wanted to ask for another favour. "I-" you muttered before you stopped, shaking your head. "Nevermind"

"Everything ok?" Henry frowned, extending a hand to you. "Tell me"

"It's nothing"

"Come on"

"We'll talk later today, ok?" you asked, hoping you'd gather more confidence until then. He agreed and you went your separate ways.

Oh and how grateful he was you did. Henry barged into his home, slamming the door shut and locking it in a haze. He stumbled to the bathroom, feeling intoxicated. It was as if the last time he actually managed to get a breath of fresh air was before you asked him to take your pictures. He felt suffocated and attacked. He had you naked in front of him, moaning and doing your best to look confident and seductive, yet he couldn't touch you. Couldn't place his greedy hands on that sweet body of yours, on the body he so often dreamed of ruining.

Ever since you moved in, you consumed him. You plagued his dreams and whitened his nights. The sweet college girl that didn't know how to change a light-bulb, the one he dreamed of fucking until she cried, was displaying her body on the Internet for strangers to see. He was enraged and incredibly turned on.

About 5 minutes ago, he had stormed out of your room, running to the bathroom to release the fucking pain that tormented his cock. It took him about a couple of minutes of rubbing himself to finish, yet that wasn't enough. As soon as he was alone again, he hopped into the shower, placing himself right under the stream of ice cold water.

It steamed off of him. He was still under your spell, breathing heavily and cursing under his breath. "Holy shit, baby girl" he muttered into the empty bathroom, one hand against the marble wall in front of him. He bowed his head, the water pouring down his face as he thought of you, and the way you touched yourself in front of him. He remembered the smile on your lips when he returned to you, tied to the bed and eager to see him again. His cock fucking twitched at the thought.

A few painful strokes later and he was cumming again, your name on his lips as his seed left his tip, wasting away down the drain. The shower was completely useless. He felt as filthy as ever.

Henry grabbed himself a beer and opened his laptop, unwilling to let you go. He wasn't an expert when it came to social media and about an hour passed until he gave up trying to find your account. You didn't want to be found and he respected that. Or…

As he scrolled through the apps on his phone, he remembered. 'bbdoggydoll28iwon, I use that password everywhere [...] no, I won't change it [...] I trust you won't hack my Instagram, Henry, shut up'

Oh, and hacked it, he did. He couldn't have cared less about your chats, but he 'ctrl+F'ed his way through all of them, until he stumbled upon a conversation with your best friend, where you discussed different possible names for your onlyfans account. He prayed with all his being, to all the deities he knew, that you hadn't changed and your mind and that you used the one you settled on with your friend. And when he checked the account and saw your cute, little smile in the profile picture, he almost orgasmed again.

Firstly, he tried to log in, but for this, you created another password. Henry didn't even think twice before making a fake email and typing in a random name, as he created himself an account. He pulled his credit card out, fingers sweating as he added in his credentials. And then there you were.

He couldn't believe his eyes. A month's worth of content, right before his eyes. The last post, made 23 hours ago, was a selfie taken in the bathtub. Foam covered most of your body, but not your tits as you playfully blew bubbles around. "Oh fuck…" Henry groaned, palming himself through his underwear.

He took another sip of beer and scrolled further down. Every post alone was able to blow his mind, but when he came across a video of you getting yourself off, he thought he reached heaven.

Your legs spread apart as your fingers toyed around your clit in circular motions, your toes wiggling with pleasure, your tits, naked and bouncing and you softly rocked your body - he was done. He connected his headphones, willing to believe he could be the only one to hear your innocent whimpers and moans. His hand found his cock without him having to tear his eyes away from the screen.

"I wish you were here-" you cried out in the video, and he lost it. "I wish you could stuff me, Daddy. I'm needy and alone… please-"

"Jesus Chris, y/n" he breathed, throwing his head back as he bucked his hips, thinking of how sweet your pussy would feel while being stretched to the extreme.

"... I know you want to fuck me, Daddy…"

"Course I do, baby girl" Henry grunted, completely sucked in and mesmerised by you.

"Pull my hair-" you whined, before moaning.

"I'd pull your hair until you cried, my baby." Henry moaned.

"... I wanna be yours… I wish you owned me…"

And then he couldn't anymore. He drowned out all noises and his vision became a blur, another orgasm surging through his body as he thought of you. When he finished, he looked down. His cum had gotten everywhere, on his muscular thighs and on his shirt, but most of it was on his fingers. Normally, he'd wipe it in the blink of an eye, but not now. He stopped and contemplated for a while, imagining how it would feel to coat your lips with his seed. How he wished he could see your pretty face covered in his cum.

His whole afternoon turned out to be a haze. He didn't eat anything, just downed a couple beers and watched everything you ever posted. Over and over again. It was already dark out by the time he stood up from his desk, discarding his headphones and plopping down on the bed, no care in the world as Sunday would soon roll around.

He had no idea when he woke up. But he felt rested and desperate to find an excuse to see you again. Henry went and searched for his phone, his heart nearly stopping when he saw 5 texts from you and 3 missed calls.

*one missed call*

'What about that beer?'

'Henry?'

'I'm bored… I'll watch a movie until you answer, you always leave your phone in the bathroom smh'

*2 missed calls*

'Oh lmao sorry'

'I just knocked on your door but you weren't there. You're probably out. Call me whenever you waaant 😘'

How could he forget?! He stood you up, and then still, you were so sweet to him. Deciding to give himself some time to properly wake up before reaching out, he stumbled to his computer. His intention was to check his emails, as he always did every morning, but this time, his screen lit up exactly where he left it the previous night, on your onlyfans page.

He was ready to switch the tabs and go on with his day, when something caught his eye. A post, made at 3:42am. His blood boiled as he saw the picture, the thumbnail for your next video - you, bent over some strangers lap, a short school girl skirt hiked up your hips.

"Hi guys!!!! I have many surprises in store for the upcoming days!!! Thanks to a sweet friend of mine, I have some semi-professional pics for you, so you can take a break from my lame selfies 😂. Another thing for you guys to look forward to is a video that I almost didn't film because said friend wasn't available, buuuuuut someone else came through at the last second, and it's by far my most requested post ever. I love you guys, thank you for all your support!!!! Stay tuned. I'll go to sleep right now, edit it for you when I wake up, and post it by tomorrow night. Kisses!"

Needless to say, Henry saw red.

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Hey i have a request if u don’t mind? I saw this tweet a long time ago where a wife and husband were going grocery shopping and when they put their stuff down on the conveyer belt the cashier put a divider stuck between them because they didn’t think they were together because they thought the wife was significantly more attractive than the husband😂😂😂I was wondering if u could do a bucky x reader with that cause it’d be really funny!😂

a/n: i hope u like it !! feel free to send in some requests <33

in which everyone thinks you are out of buckys league and you can’t help but disagree with them.

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You handed Bucky the list and a pen, grabbing a cart and heading to the produce section.

“what did i write down?” You asked, mind going blank as the vegetables stared at you.

“uh, tomato, lettuce, onion-” Bucky began listing everything on the list, stopping once he reached the end.

You moved quickly, finding the best veggies and putting them in bags and into your cart, sending Bucky across the store for the milk and eggs to make the trip faster.

You moved through the produce section quickly, waiting for Bucky to return so he wouldn’t panic when you were gone from where he left you. It had already been 10 minutes, surely he didn’t get lost?

You but your lip before deciding to continue shopping, hoping he would find you in the aisles. You made your rounds, getting cereal, bread, peanut butter and other essentials.

You were looking at the meat section when you finally saw Bucky lay his eyes on you, letting out a sigh of relief as he walked towards you quickly and put the milk and eggs in the cart.

“did you have to milk the cow yourself why did you take so long?” You asked, glancing at him for a second before looking back at the meat.

“i checked to find the one that expired the latest, like how you showed me” he smiled proudly, you looked at him with a fond smile.

“did you check the eggs too?” you replied, grabbing a pack of meat and placing it in the cart, Bucky nodded with a smile and you placed a kiss on his cheek.

“that’s my boy” you teased and he blushed, clearing his throat and walking alongside you as you finished getting the rest of the things on the list.

On the way to checkout you stopped, groaning as you remembered you needed some tostadas and salsa for movie night, you had run out when the team had asked you guys to host movie night (mainly because you would cook for the whole team and they were not turning away that chance).

“buck can you go get the tostadas from the chip aisle? I don’t wanna have to go across the store and the lines are short right now” you asked, turning to the super soldier.

“of course doll, the ones in the red bag right?” He asked and you nodded, telling him which salsa to get as well. He hurried off to find the chips and you found the shortest line, only two people ahead of you with a small amount of items.

You waited for a couple minutes before you began putting your things into the conveyor belt. Making small talk with the cashier as you placed everything and they scanned it.

You had finished setting everything down and were just waiting for the cashier to scan everything when Bucky appeared with the chips and salsa, setting it down on the conveyor belt.

The cashier looked at Bucky and placed the divider down, separating the chips and salsa from your groceries.

“oh, uh the chips and salsa are mine too” you spoke, blushing and smiling at the cashier.

Their eyes went wide and quickly removed the divider, Bucky going to stand next to you soon after.

“oh! I’m so sorry i didn’t think you two were together, i mean you’re just so pretty! No offense ce to you- sir i uh” she spoke quickly, fumbling to scan the chips and salsa quickly.

“it’s fine” you smiled, saving her from the hole she was digging herself in. You quickly paid and thanked her, making Bucky push the now full and heavy cart.

You burst out laughing the moment you exited the store, stumbling and holding onto the cart for support.

“she- she thought we weren’t dating!” You wheezed, “she thought u was too pretty for you!” a small snort leaving you and causing you to laugh even harder.

“haha very funny” Bucky smiled, putting all the groceries in the car as you doubled over in laughter.

“do i need a haircut or something?” Bucky questioned, looking at himself in the mirror and you rolled your eyes at him.

“I like your hair this length” you smiled, kissing his cheek, “it was an honest mistake buck don’t worry, if anything you’re out of my league, y’know super soldier and all” you comforted him, not letting him protest and taking the cart to put it away.

As you got back in the car bucky looked at you, a smile on his face before leaning in and kissing you on the lips softly, pulling away with red cheeks.

“i love you” he whispered and you blushed, butterflies in your stomach. No matter how many times he told you it always had that same effect, with a chill down your spine and warm happy feeling in your chest.

“i love you” you replied, kissing him once more before settling in your seat and putting on some music.

Bucky smiled as he watched you from the corner of his eye, his mind reeling from your words. You out of his league? Please, you were easily the most beautiful girl he’d laid eyes on.

“wait do you actually think I’m out of your league?” Bucky questioned, furrowing his brows and glancing your way before settling his eyes on the road again.

“yeah, isnt that hard to believe i mean” you replied, arms gesturing to bucky and he only rolled his eyes, looking at the road and then at you for a quick second. You took the chance to shower him in compliments, you knew he could get insecure and you didn’t want this incident to worry him.

“I mean where do i start, the hair is perfect, please don’t cut your hair i will cry” you began, hearing a small chuckle made you smile and you continued.

“and then youre so sweet and caring and you just always are so amazing, i mean you saved alpine from the rain and you adopted him when no one claimed him” you spoke, Bucky’s face hot and ears burning red.

“and you’re just so charming with that damn smile and the way you can be so shy but then you have to shame and just drive me up a wall” he smirked at your comment, knowing how you secretly loved it when he messed with you at times.

“and plus my knees pop every time i bend them meanwhile your joints are perfectly fine” you ended, causing him to laugh as he pulled into the complex of your shared apartment.

“surprised your didn’t mention my arm this time” he quipped, meeting you by the trunk of the car and helping place some bags in your hands as he took the rest.

“wanted to keep it wholesome, let me have one sweet moment james” you smirked and he rolled his eyes.

“not my government name” he smiled and you blew him a kiss, laughing as he blushed deeply and fumbled to open the door, finally letting the two of you into the apartment and setting everything on the kitchen counter.

Alpine soon joined the two of you on the couch after fixing everything, laying on your side with your head resting on Buckys chest, mindlessly watching some movie you had flipped to.

Bucky looked at you, savoring the moment. Your head on his chest and an arm draped over alpine, petting him softly as your focused on the movie.

Bucky could feel his heart grow in his chest, a smile on his face as you began to theorize what would happen to the main character.

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out before the movie ends doll” he replied, running his fingers through your hair and you smiled up at him.

He swore he saw the sun in your eyes at that moment. And maybe he did, because from your perspective, you were looking at the light of your life.

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