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queenofallimagines · 1 month

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hi there!! may i ask some obey me hcs where mc is a professional volleyball player (like of they would watch her tems matchs, how they cheer and things like that) and has a personality like oikawa when she's not playing, but turn into a queen of the court (like kageyama 🕺) when playing? tysm!

A/n: I’m literally so mad I didn’t see this b4 bc I’m watching the haikyuu movie sobbing over karasuno VS nekoma😫 but absolutely! Also I noticed how this got more nsfw closer to the end😭 couldn’t help it😔

Lucifer:

- impressed

- He did think you had a nice body when he first saw you

- But then he hears your trying out for the RAD volleyball team?

- Poor human can’t stand on the same court against literal demons??

- Is what he thought

- He sees Beel ecstatic about your first game and he’s hyping you up sm

- Lucifer goes bc if you get heir he will step in to defend you

- Yk when hinata does his thing and the whole stadiums jaws drop?

- That’s WHAT HAPPENED HERE

- He sees you effortlessly setting to your teammates like you rly are running this show

- Made you captain at tryouts bc hell yeah!!

- They call you the demon Ruler of the court fr

- Imagine being so cocky and prideful and then getting home and being like all chill and regular chaotic

- He thinks your cheating real BAD

- He can’t play but he’s like nah okay against me you can use no spells

- Asmo is making cute merch to wear to your games

- Levi has already watched all your tapes form the human world he’s a expert and he’s never seen a volleyball before

- When you wipe the floor w him he’s like okay,,, maybe you are just that good

- That speed and serve is something dangerous

- When you get his pact he’s at EVERY game

- The way he can feel the pride running through you when you play, and the smirk on your face sends a chill up your spine when you look down on the other team

- He can and will have his hands all over you after a game

- Sorry like he’s euphoric the whole time it’s like edging almost

- Can’t deny how you look in your tight uniform is very appealing too

- Asmo too he can feel the lust for you in the room and he’s LOVING IT

- Brags whew he he gets the chance

Mammon:

- yeah he’s placing bets

- He comes to see you at practice because he skipped class and he knows if he shows up at home without you he’s in trouble

- So he does to idle around

- Jaw literally drops when he sees you obliterate the other side of the court

- Feels greed burning in him and can’t tell if it’s him or you

- The drive to win radiating off of you in waves

- It’s overwhelming

- “When we’re us g’unna tell me you can do THAT?!”

- “You never asked.”

- Lucifer feels a chill when mammon asks you if he can place bets on you winning

- Shows up to every game

- WILL oversee merch sales

- Has a jersey of yours he wears to sleep

- Runs the Stan page w asmo

- Will make sure your gear is in tip-top shape

- Brings you snacks before and after practice

- You think it’s all financially motivated and like 70% is but he’s like so happy and proud of you

- Right w Beel cheering the loudest at your games

- Nobody can even say anything bad bc he will argue them DOWN

- Buys all your jerseys and then saves all the tickets to your games

- Will show up w flowers

- Also sneaks from class to your practices bc he is a SUCKER for that volleyball shorts and knee pad combo

- Watches your games on replay

- Seems like the type to jack off to your games too

- Biggest hype man and will give you a ‘reward’ if you play extra hard during a game

Levi:

- he likes sports anime

- And probably will compete in a swimming event at some school festival bc duh

- But he hears Beel and mammon gushing over you play sports and is like okay well my Henry is so talented but whatever

- Almost died when you come home all sweaty and tired from practice like oop

- Suddenly binge watching every volleyball anime there IS

- Might as well be your coach

- Applies to be manager but like he’s one of the seven lord of hell lmao who’s gunna tell Levi no??

- Yall are kiyoko and Tanaka

- Very cute

- Also wearing merch w asmo they made

- Gets patches of your number to put on his everyday jacket

- Also wears your jersey to sleep

- ALSO ALSO a sucker for them volleyball fits

- Makes sure you’re always hydrated and the gym is the perfect temperature to play games in

- Guilty pleasure is that he really likes seeing you sweaty and panting

- Way how’s your games the way oikawa watches other teams to see how they play

- Actually good at making strategies and figuring out the letters in other teams

- Wants you to teach him to play

- Not bc he wants too but bc you’ll have to help adjust his posture and he can see you spike a lot

- Gets a thrill off of feeling the small bit of envy you feel when you see another good team or they manage to score on you

- Mayyyyyy encourage a little more envy bc you spike the ball even harder and you glare even more

- Yknow he has a thing for you to be mean

- So he’s like biting his lips hearing you trash talk the other team

- Also like mammon where he will have recordings of your games to jack off too

- “You pathetic worm know your place”

- He’s never moaned louder

Satan:

- reads books on Volleyball

- Likes to be wellread and can impress you with terms

- Hears Beel be excited and sneaks off to see you practice

- Slides in slick compliments

- He’s cheeky to a fault

- “I have to ask, do you like volleyball for the adrenaline or is it for the cute outfit?”

- Tease him because he’s not even good at hiding that he’s looking

- “I don’t know. So you like coming to my games to watch me win or stare at my ass?”

- The cat was too stunned to speak

- Chose to come to your games because he was at home alone while everyone else was at your game

- And he was doing some ‘Self Care’

- And he got this lighting bolt of please up his spine

- Needless to say he made quite of a mess

- Hears everyone hyping you up when they come back

- “Remind me to never make ya mad okay MC?”

- “I would!~ the way they were glaring after they slammed the ball down made my heart flutter.”

- Had to go see what the fuss was for himself

- The grunts and yells are really making him hot under the collar

- Used your game tickets as bookmarks

- It makes him smile

- He’s such a tween girl in love he’ll like decorate them in his spare time like maybe press flowers and glue them on encasing it all in resin

- Heart eyes

- Giggles at your trash talk

- Loves seeing you fr have beef w people

- Setters for some reason always have beef during a game idk WHAT IT IS but like they all was glaring daggers

- He’s deeply interested in the setter beef

- “So what’s the story with you and that other setter👀 I could feel a little tension in the air.”

- My hc is that his pact mark is always on your dominant fist

- Bc like yknow punching

- So he feels the sting of your hand when you hit the ball and he rly likes it

- Will offer to massage you after a game when you’re all tired

- An excuse to get nasty and he will spank you w the same hand

- Sigh he can’t help himself unfortunately

Asmo:

- Oh he’s hype

- He’s not one for playing sports

- Buuuuut he does like the appeal of the slutty outfits and seeing people be all aggressive and sweaty

- So when he hears Beel mention you’re tying out for the team he’s immediately intrigued

- He’s probably an honesty cheerleader

- So he’s going to be there dressed to the 9 in YOUR colors every game

- Like not the school colors he’s dripped out in your signature color schemes

- Even somehow gets ahold of an old jersey from the human world and rules it in many outfits

- Brags to people that he has one and it’s signed(pls sign it for him)

- Wears earrings w your number and name on it

- That trope where the head cheerleader kisses the star player bc they’re dating after the game is very him

- Puts in his cutest lipgloss and kisses your cheek

- “Well if it’s you I don’t mind getting all sweaty and out of breath with you~”

- Like I said before he’s feeling off the lust for you in the air

- The lust his brothers feel, the audience, your lust for winning

- He’s intoxicated by it

- He feels his pact mark pulsing and it makes him giggle

- You’d think he’s tickled pink

- But he’s laughing bc he’s about to go crazy after this mf game

- Is hyper focus on how your outfit stretches over you when you move

- Watches you work out

- Bc like let’s be real he’s down to mess round in the gym showers

- Another one to give you a nice ‘Reward’ for playing so well

- Has all these suspiciously seductive pictures of you playing like when did he even take this picture of you bending over??

- Can’t help but to let his hands wander

- Instead of having a jersey to sleep in he will sleep in your whole uniform

- Like you’re looking for it in the morning to go to practice and he’s sleeping in it

- “Well not it smells like me!”

- Sigh

- Well want to get nasty in it but he’s torn between you in it or him in it

- Hardest decision in your life

- Asmo and Levi decked out in your merch and Levi stalks the Stan pages for the best pictures and asmo runs like 3 of em

Beel:

- my beautiful beloved!

- You come meet him at fangol practice and ask him if they have any other sports

- He mentions offhandedly that the volleyball team is doing tryouts for the new season and you’re like 👀 bet let’s see how yall play

- Comes with you to make sure you don’t get like picked on or anything

- Amazed by seeing what you can do and how confident you get

- Went from like shy brand new human to being the demon ruler of the court he’s so hyped

- “MC where did you learn to do that??”

- “Hard work and a lot of spite✨”

- If anyone got something to say no tf they don’t bc he’s your bodyguard

- Makes sure your games aren’t scheduled at the same time bc he’s not missing your games

- Enjoying your games when he feels a familiar feeling of hunger

- He heard all the other brothers talking about their pact marks feeling funny but he’s like meh

- Starts thinking that maybe you didn’t eat enough before the game

- But when he sees you smiling as your team wins he understands

- That gluttony you feel isn’t towards food but volleyball

- Huh. Interesting

- Not one to immediately get nasty after a game he will want to treat you to snacks first but he mayyyy want to help you get charged after practice

- I mean like you’re exhausted and your muscles are all sore like it’s totally innocent!!

- Wears your jersey number as a patch on his jacket

- But also would have a cute necklace w the number on it like right along w his gold chain

- Whew

- Dangles over your face when he fucks you

- He’s glad you both can workout together 🥰

Belphegor:

- sleepy

- Not really interested in sports

- But he goes to heels games to cheer him on

- Beel drags him to a game of yours

- Likes how hot you look playing

- Like Satan will make comments about the outfit

- “Are you sure the shorts are supposed to be that short?”

- “They don’t restrict my movement”

- “Hm…. Good to know.”

- Another who steals your jersey and sleeps in it

- Might put it over a pillow to sleep on

- Lazily wants to hold you after a game night

- “Mmmm just rest, you’ve done so much moving around relax with me.”

- Sweeps you into sweet dreams whether you want to sleep or not

- Will have his own wet dreams about you in your outfit

- Will go to the game and cheer with asmo to hype you up

- Likes seeing you set the ball to your teammates and how you can read their minds and direct the game

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en-vys · 9 months

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xiao - ciao, xiao! .~+*+~.

summary : what happens when you aren’t around when xiao’s heat strikes? what do you imagine he’ll do… and the lengths he’ll take just to feel better.

content & warning : masturbation, pillow humping, needy!xiao, needy, dirty dreams, FEMreader -sorry- ,

a/n : THIS ISNT THE ANGST ⚠️ i spelled xiao as ciao awhile ago so i thought about it as a title and thought of a category and context 😭

“XIAO! i’m gonna leave soon. ms. ningguang is going to be here soon to pick me up.” you yell to the adeptus, whom was upstairs sobbing. you jogged up the stairs to see why he wasn’t responding. “alatus? sweetie? wher-” you hear hiccuping in your shared room. “oh my. alatus why are you crying?” you ask pulling xiao towards you, hugging his crawled up form. “i could always canc-” “no! y-you don’t have to. its an important c-con °hiccup convention! you need to go.”

“y’know it’s okay to miss me right? i’m not telling you to conceal your feelings.” stroking the back of his head. “my love. i know you need to go.” you felt bad for leaving. especially with his heat coming up. “you know what week it is right?” he asks his eyes shining a wonderful green hue. “yeah it’s your heat week. i’m sorry i can’t help you out xiao.” he wipes his tears away. “the reason i was crying wasn’t that you were leaving. but that you were going to leave me during my heat week.”

“oh you sly bitch.” he smirks, you know what hes going to say next. “yeah. but i’m your bitch aren’t I~ 💗” he cocked his head sideways, moving in slowly for a kiss. you immediately moved just to tease him, and earned a small whine from him.

now after you left xiao felt a bit untouched… i mean you did leave him without fucking the poor guy. “hnhgg y/nnn~” he moaned as he palmed himself through his airy pants.

needy!xiao / was desperate by nightfall. he dug through the hamper for your dirty underwear just to smell and feel you, but to his suprise. you did the laundry.

needy!xiao / scrambled through his phone to find a sultry photo he was allowed to take during one of the many sessions the two of you had.

needy!xiao / couldn’t even find sweet release after hours of humping the pillow that smelt the most like you.

needy!xiao / forgot all about the emergency disk that held numerous voicelines of you moaning his name, or calling him a good boy, or degrading him.

needy!xiao / only felt release when he thought he had heard your voice but it was just scaramouche entering the door using a recording he had to spook him.

needy!xiao / wasn’t even aware scara had come to check up on him til he heard a shutter click, and he turned around to see a snickering scara.

———————

“DAMN. she has you wrapped around her finger.” scara snickers, sending the picture of xiao collapsed on the bed panting. cum dripping everywhere on the bed sheets. “you’re even wearing a collar? whats the name tag say? “y/n’s bitch” or “needy whore”.” once his heat was over xiao was going to beat the living hell out of scara and make him buy a new phone. “d-delete that.” xiao muttered. “yeah no worries. y/n asked me to check up on you and send her picture of what you were doing.” xiao heard the click of the door, meaning scara was gone.

———————

tired!xiao / still feels horny so he tries to muster up the courage to rub himself through his pants.

tired!xiao / was ecstatic to find out that you were going home in 2 days. he couldn’t wait to fuck your brains out.

tired!xiao / tried going to sleep but failed as his dick twitched in his pants again.

tired!xiao / lazily strokes himself while being half asleep. imagining you kitten licking and edging the poor guy.

———————

“MMMMMHAAG. i n-need. you y/nnn.” he says speaking into the mic of his phone. “i c-can’t cum without you.. scara made me think you came home early and made me cum by accident :(”

poor baby. you think “i know. he sent me a picture of you with cum all over the sheets and yourself.” yeah stifle a laugh. “don’t laugh!” xiao continues rubbing himself, whining into his phone. “i want to see you y/nnn!” he sounds like hes going to burst.

“did you not listen or watch the tapes in the disk i gave you alatus?” his ears turn red. “t-they don’t work… i need you.”

———————

lol this is half of a past post. :0

#en vys #genshin smut #smut #genshin impact #xiao smut #alatus #idk what else to tag #rut #needy xiao #ciao xiao!

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quitealotofsodapop · 2 months

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So Mk gets surprise eggo because of paint and confined space and lack of food? Imagine that he has no idea what’s wrong with him, he goes to Lao Tzu, and when Lao Tzu goes “congrats on the baby” Everyone just kinda stops.

And Mk bursts into tears so loudly that all of heaven can hear. He’s all “I can’t have a baby, it’s too dangerous!” And “I’m not ready!” Pigsy and Wukong are trying to comfort him, and the poor boys is just a sobbing mess.

And Lao Tzu is just standing there like “?????”

Sorry MK XD You're getting Egged

Bonus Anon asks:

Referencing this post where someone pointed out that MK could theoretically create a Stone Egg + the sequel that pointed out that he'd most likely do it on accident.

I could see this most likely happening in the Canon! verse since I bet the other au MK's would be more wary of Stone Egg mishaps. But I could 100% see it happening in the SlowBoiled au since that causes more drama.

And as much as I love the idea of MK becoming *ahem* egg'd as the result of a bad guy's plans or a huge catarosphe, I think it would fit more if MK did it completely on accident.

So the idea:

Post S3 MK decides that he needs some "Me time" and takes a break from work and training after the whole "Saving the world from a bone demon"-thing. He just needs some time to shut off completely from his responsibilities in the city. His friends understand and wish him well, even though they're worried since MK won't tell him *Where* he's taking a break to.

"Where" turns out to be a cool cave-let MK found while exploring FFM during S2 with no Monkey King to hover over him. Its quiet, it's secluded, its completely off-grid... But MK just can't relax. His brain is all busy, and everytime he sleeps he sees Her.

So he starts painting. And drawing. And using charcoal. Maybe a little rough pottery with the muddy clay-like stuff in the water? And soon enough he's looking like his Artist Clone with how caked in material he is.

In liu of going to sleep and risking terrible bone demon nightmares, MK meditates like how he saw the Monkey King do. In these moments his thoughts wander into deep, dark teritory. Real "call of the void"-type of thoughts.... hey should he eat something? It's been... oh gosh Pigsy's gonna killl him if he doesn't at least text to tell him how his sabbatical is going.

After his inpromtu vacation is up, MK feels... really gross? Maybe thats cus he hasn't really washed or slept or ate, or spoken to anyone in all that time. Weird.

Pigsy asks him how long it's been since MK last ate a full meal, and huffs with disappointment at his nervous laugh before pouring his son a bowl of noodles.

Bouts of nausea and dizziness follow MK everywhere afterwards. He had no idea why - paint fumes maybe? Did some toxic chemical seep into his skin? Did he get sick somehow from isolating himself in that cave? Is that Jin and Yin trying to take over the city?

At somepoint in the utter chaos of S4 likely as the rest of the gang are recieving training from Subodhi; a certain alchemist meets MK to whisper a few questions into his ear.

Lao Tzu: "I was told that you've been experiencing extreme power fluctuations for the last few weeks. May I run a few test to rule out any abnormalities?"

MK: "Oh cool, no probs! Just don't put me in that furnace thing-y."

(*a few tests later*)

Lao Tzu: "Ok great news, it's not a curse or medical problem."

MK: "Phew! Then why is my body feels like its "glitching" all the time?"

Lao Tzu: "Thats a decaying glamour spell. Its likely that you had one affixed to you shortly before you were given up by your creators."

MK: "Glamour spell...? Wait, then what about my powers wigging out?"

Lao Tzu: "Oh thats easy. You're just pregnant."

MK (has not Done the Do): "What!?"

Mere seconds after Lao Tzu gives the diagnosis - MK just starts bawling.

He doesn't want this! Not now! He does want to have kid while all This is going on! The world might be ending for Buddha's sake!

MK is having a million panic attacks rn. He wants to have kids, so many, but only in the *Future*! When he's like semi-retired and has a protege of his own to take over the monkey business- HEY WAIT, HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!?!

Subodhi has to drop the big lore that MK is a Stone Monkey - capable of reproducing asexually under extreme circumstances, in order to clear up the whole immaculate conception part.

Then Lao Tzu has to tell MK that the Stone Egg he carries will likely Kill him since he's (mostly) mortal.

MK starts crying before deciding to tackle the issue Later.

Ofc MK simply doesn't want his family to worry about him what with all this Brotherhood stuff going on... so he just keeps quiet for now.

His family are going to find out soon though. And by Guanyin, Pigsy is gonna freak.

Macaque (and later Wukong), just need to sniff MK once after they reunite to notice whats up.

Wukong offers to grab some No-Baby Spring Water immediately if MK doesnt want to keep the Egg. Macaque briefly panics thinking that the kid got knocked up the old-fashioned way... only to panic harder when he and Wukong determine it to be a Solo-Made Stone Egg(!!!). Cue two panicking fellow Stone Monkeys making MK feel even worse about his conflicted feelings on the matter.

Pls add on what you think so far! :3

#MKEgg au #stone egg talk #lmk mk #qi xiaotian #pregnancy tw #stone monkeys #lmk lao tzu #lmk aus #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk pigsy #sun wukong #liu er mihou #six eared macaque

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tteokdoroki · 9 months

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Hi there!

So I decided to write fanfic prompts for writers to use because will brain has good ideas I just like talent and spelling !

Anyway I thought to start off I’d share some plots with some authors I love and appreciate!

OBVIOUSLY you don’t have to write ! It’s just for fun!

HOMERUN DOM MEGUMI x FEMALE READER

Female reader can’t help it, her crush looks so good in a baseball uniform especially going up against the rival school. When Megumi hears the shy pretty girl in his class telling Nobara how good he looked, he shows up in her dorm that night wearing said uniform.

omg hello!!! this is such a cute little thing to do im kissing your brain, smooching you actually !!!

but man you got me !!! going insane thinking about college athlete!megumi — who’s just super dedicated to playing baseball and practices legitimately all the time. he’s got no time for a girlfriend, despite how almost every girl on campus is completely obsessed with him. not only for his looks but for his talent too.

but i can imagine him thinking that you’re different — he sees you in class from time to time chatting with nobara, and like usual, he can tell that you’re into him. except you avoid his gaze whenever he’s near by, and duck your head during conversations with him about your class work and assignments. something about you being too shy around megumi has a neediness stirring within him, like he needs to see you flustered around him more often.

so megumi starts telling nobara to bring you to his games, asks you to wait behind for him at his practices because he knows that seeing him in his uniform has you squeezing your thighs together oh so cutely. like can you imagine him looking up and winking at you in the stands during games IM SICK!!!!

and when megumi shows up at your dorm after one of his games for a reward… oh god, telling you how much he loves his cute n dedicated little fan girl while he fucks you slow in his jersey sobs sobs

#✧ ₊˚✉️੭ — new notification #✧ ₊˚💬੭ — unknown messenger #megumi fushiguro x reader #and what if i add this to my wips list #what then

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eggymf-archived · 1 year

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of paper planes and wildflowers; 07

ft. ominis gaunt with f!reader (series)

chapter warnings: nsfw, masturbation, a rather cliché accident, not proofread, unedited

chapter summary: within denial lies the deepest of desires, and within desire lies the most adamant of denials. may merlin guide these two fools into a state of clarity.

word count: 3.7k

a/n: a relatively chill chapter before the possible storm. also, this is arguably the fastest i’d ever written a chapter. it seems that embarrassment is a good motivator for being productive and curing a really bad case of writer’s block. (still eating my fist rn coz apparently even @ask-deek saw my rather embarrassing blunder *sobs*)

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The sound of footsteps echoed throughout the now empty dungeons – not a single student or teacher in sight due to the time being nearly after school hours, except for a certain trio of misfits. Sebastian and Ominis were walking side by side while you followed them, heading to the oh so infamous detention chamber. It has been a good long while since you’ve gotten detention. In fact, you have probably gotten so good at sneaking out over time that there was merely a small chance of failure of ever getting caught by those goody-two-shoes prefects patrolling around.

The only one who was aware of your records of blatant misbehavior was Garreth himself – oftentimes the both of you were put into the chamber as a tandem for various potions shenanigans that had gone completely awry. Also, that’s where your friendship with him was fully established. The first time you ever got detention was during your second year, and it was a rather huge spectacle despite it being caused by two silly little children. It all started when the both of you decided to use the usually uninhabited girls' bathroom deep within the dungeons as your secret hideout, turning one of the cubicles into a makeshift potions table. Imagine two second years creating an explosion so massive it nearly destroyed six cubicles and covered the walls with a thick purple goop of Merlin knows what. It cost the both of you 50 house points each and two week’s worth of detention, but the friendship and memory was worth it at the end of the day.

This time, however, you never would’ve expected that the main reason for your next trip back into the chamber was due to a fight breaking out between fifth year and seventh year students with you as its catalyst. It had been boggling your mind for the good remainder of the day. You were nearly subjected to something against your own will, the famous Slytherin duo of your year stepped up against these leery lot of degenerates, and Ominis Gaunt has made you question your very existence and set of morals once again. Everything has happened only yesterday, but these two gentlemen walking right in front of you seemed so nonchalant to the point that the incident with Robert Bulstrode hadn’t happened. As much as you were thankful for it, you couldn’t help but to trail your eyes at the young Gaunt’s back.

You weren’t exactly sure if it was a look of longing, confusion, or plainly just because you were compelled to after what had happened in the hospital wing. Shamefully, he was mostly the unwanted occupant of your mind ever since you had parted ways with him in the hospital wing. You didn’t know what kind of a damned spell he might’ve casted upon you, but the thought of him and his lightweight touches sends you in a spiral of heated desire – which was something you were definitely ashamed of.

You recalled how fervently you had touched yourself that night when the incident happened: your back against the thin partitions of the shower cubicle, puffs of heated breath escaping your lips as your fingers rubbed your sensitive nub down below while fondling your breasts. If honesty was one of your stronger suits, you’d admit to yourself that his very existence as of late was the source of your insanity: his scent, ethereal looks, the snark behind his wit, the way he was gentle yet domineering at the same time — everything. Thoughts of his bare alabaster skin, groans of pleasure, his sinful ministrations, the way his cock reached spots that made you see stars, his seed spurting inside your awaiting core — it was all so fucking addicting and downright delicious.

"Oh Merlin," you groaned within your pretty little head as you felt your knickers get more and more damp, sacrilegious fantasies overtaking your normally self-conscious brain. Thankfully, you were snapped out of your thoughts when the creaking sound of the door to the chamber echoed rather loudly throughout the stone corridors. The three of you walked into the empty chamber, each of you occupying a seat while patiently waiting for Professor Sharp to arrive. You hoped that the punishment didn't involve something atrociously mundane or disgusting. The worst you've done so far was cleaning bedpans in the hospital wing.

“Any idea what Sharp's gonna make us do?” Ominis asked Sebastian.

“The last time I had detention, I had to polish the trophies in the trophy room. I didn't exactly finish it so…” the brunette trailed off. “Perhaps one of us will continue polishing the remaining ones?”

“That would be correct, Mr. Sallow,” a certain professor grunted as he limped towards the front of the chamber. You straightened your back, giving your undivided attention towards the potions master as he gave his instructions.

“Mr. Sallow, I'm assigning you to the trophy room. I believe you're still aware of the items that have yet to be polished, is that right?” Professor Sharp queried, while Sebastian’s face fell.

“I— yes, professor. I'll start on it immediately,” Sebastian acquiesced, wincing at the thought of going into the trophy room once again. The last time the poor brown-eyed male went there was when he was serving his detention for sneaking into the Restricted Section of the library with Skylar Evans. Long story short: although it was made easy due to wands not being prohibited, there were simply way too many items in that infernal room.

The ex-Auror then turned to both you and Ominis.

“As for you two, I'm assigning you both to clean up the Alchemy Classroom. Do pay attention to the stations and cauldrons. All of them must be spotless for safety reasons.”

A groan rumbled from your lips while Ominis heaved a sigh of dread. This wasn't going to be easy. You absolutely dreaded cleaning up the cauldrons used for alchemy — if anyone thought that scrubbing cauldrons from the Potions Classroom by hand was considered dreadful, the cauldrons from the Alchemy Classroom was way worse. There was always at least a spot within the cauldrons that had a charred piece of Merlin knows what. That being said, it was crucial to remove that piece when cleaning up. Explosions or any harmful reactions in an alchemy classroom was far from the definition of a fun time in class.

Much to your luck, however, the three of you seemed to be in Professor Sharp’s good graces despite being punished — he never confiscated your wands, which means that magic wasn’t out of the table in completing the tasks.

“If there aren’t any more questions, I shall take my leave. I will be in the Potions Classroom if any of you manages to complete your tasks early.”

And with that, Professor Sharp left the detention chamber. A look of surprise was etched onto your face. You hadn’t expected such a display of leniency when it comes to the infamously strict potions master. Sebastian sighed, turning to both you and Ominis.

“I guess I’ll be off now. I’ll help you two out if I’m done early,” Sebastian offered.

“But, won’t you get into trouble for that, Sallow?” you curiously asked.

“Oh, no worries. I highly doubt that Sharp’s going to make frequent visits to either of us. He’s usually absent when it comes to inspections. Unless you fetch him from the Potions Classroom of course,” the brunette explained. You heaved a sigh of relief.

“Spoken like a true resident of the detention chamber, I say,” Ominis piqued, earning a snort from Sebastian.

“If that’s the case, we’ll go to you too if we manage to finish early,” you smiled.

“We? You’re on your own,” Ominis jokingly mocked, earning him a slightly sharp blow from your elbow, much to Sebastian’s amusement.

“Alright, time’s ticking. Try not to kill each other while I’m gone, will you?” Sebastian joked before parting from the both of you, leaving you and Ominis alone in the desolated corridors of the dungeons. You sighed before heading towards the Alchemy Classroom with the opal-eyed male tailing you.

Upon approaching the Alchemy Classroom, you were greeted by stacks of cauldrons placed right outside of the entrance. Unlike the usual ones used for potion-making, these cauldrons varied in sizes — some were huge, while some resembled the typical cauldrons that could be found in Professor Sharp’s classroom. You swung the door open, and the sound of enchanted pickaxes prying onto the earth at the two corners of the classroom was heard throughout the small space. There were several organizers, shelves and cabinets that were in desperate need of some reorganizing: its contents were haphazardly strewn all over, and several jars were not properly put back in their proper places.

Fortunately, the tables were already cleaned spotless by their previous users, much to you and Ominis’ relief. The cauldrons were the only problem that the both of you ought to think about. You levitated the tall stacks of cauldrons from the outside through the entry door, inspecting them one by one for any dirty ones with the help of good old Lumos, and passing the dirty cauldrons to Ominis who cast a stronger cleaning charm onto the iron objects. There were not many words exchanged between the two of you aside from the misty-eyed male occasionally asking if he had removed some of the stubborn dirt away.

But oh boy, your dysfunctional-as-of-late brain was having a field day with you standing rather close to the young Gaunt. This alleged "unfortunate" set-up of the both of you having detention together made you realize something that you feel you shouldn’t have.

The entirety of this whole situation feels rather… Domestic.

You glanced at the alabaster-skinned male from the corner of your eye as you passed several cauldrons to him, silently admiring the warm glow radiating from his skin thanks to the nearby fireplace of the Alchemy Classroom. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as he scrubbed off the several clumps of debris and dirt off the bottom of the cauldrons. You couldn’t help but take note of how he was handling it rather well and efficiently despite being from a rich household. It was almost as if he actually does house chores often.

But weren’t rich pureblood families privy to their own dutiful house elves?

A sudden intrusive thought conjured up in your brain, depicting a detailed scene of you heading back to your own quaint little cottage within a secluded area of the countryside with a small flower garden at the side guarded by an enchanted scarecrow. Upon opening the door, you see Ominis, who was dutifully maintaining the orderly state of the interior, enchanting various items to help him with house chores. As soon as you walked in, the pale-skinned male immediately turned towards the direction of your footsteps while you made your way towards him, with arms spread and ready to embrace him after a long, arduous day.

“You do know that I can feel you staring, right?” the misty-eyed male mockingly queried while in the midst of prying a stubborn piece of dirt off the iron surface, snapping you back into reality while heat immediately rushed to your cheeks out of realization.

“No, I’m not!” you huffed angrily. You grabbed another cauldron harshly, causing a loud clang to resound within the small classroom as you casted Lumos once again to inspect the cauldrons in peace. At that moment, you wanted to bang your head against one of the iron objects out of sheer embarrassment — that ought to knock some sense in your delusion-filled head, no?

Meanwhile, a ghost of a smile graced Ominis’ lips as he scrubbed another cauldron, stifling an amused snort from escaping his nostrils. As much as the young Gaunt had his reservations towards you after that unexpected revelation in the Owlery, he couldn't deny that you were rather fun to tease to the point that it truly does make his day to a certain degree. Perhaps he should do it more often.

Several hours passed with the both of you dutifully scrubbing cauldrons until there were none left. The other task the both of you had left in the list of agendas was giving the place a proper cleanup along with organizing some of the jars of materials that were left laying around messily atop the cabinets. While Ominis took care of cleaning up the floors, you decided to take up the organizing. However, as you were sorting all the jars accordingly and putting the contents into their proper storage drawers, you soon discovered that there was one jar that was missing based on the list that was pasted onto one of the doors of the cabinet. You casted the summoning charm in an attempt to make your search easier, only to hear a certain clatter from all the way at the top of the cabinet. You sighed in irritation at the inconvenience, climbing up the cabinet to reach for the jar that had probably gotten stuck without hesitation.

“Honestly, who even puts these damned jars all the way up there?” you grumbled under your breath as your fingertips grazed against a glass surface. You had managed to retrieve it successfully, while Ominis was finally done sweeping the floor. The opal-eyed male followed the direction of nearby shuffling, intending to inform you of his progress.

“Hey, I'm finished with—”

But before he could complete what he was supposed to say, a terrified yelp erupted from your lips as you lost your footing, falling off the cabinet. Instinctively, his arms reached out towards where he thought you were, keenly following the fast approaching floral fragrance that you usually wore. The young Gaunt had successfully caught you, albeit rather unceremoniously: the back of your head hitting him square in the face while his arms securely wrapped itself around you instinctively. The both of you stayed still, far too shocked with what had just happened. To further add fuel to the fire, a certain brunette fifth year Slytherin student sauntered his way unannounced to the open Alchemy Classroom. Upon seeing the rather awkward spot the both of you were in, he smirked.

“Am I interrupting something?” Sebastian coyly asked. Like a child getting caught stealing cookies from a jar, Ominis quickly released you from his embrace, lightly spitting in quick succession to make sure he hadn't consumed any of your hair. Meanwhile, you cleared your throat and began resuming your task, pretending nothing had happened. Ominis fixed his appearance nervously, patting his head and uniform for anything remotely out of place — a habit he often did whenever he was nervous. Feeling the aura of his best friend's shit-eating grin at his plight, the pale-skinned male gave a sigh towards the young Sallow, who stood beside him with his arms crossed relaxedly across his chest.

“You’re never going to live this down, are you?” Ominis deadpanned while Sebastian grinned.

“Never.”

The dorm room deep within the Slytherin Common Room was mostly deserted — the majority of students were still in the Great Hall having their dinner. A sigh escaped Ominis’ lips as he tapped another piece of parchment with his wand, disintegrating the object out of sight. A mild frustration coursed through his veins. He felt rather perplexed with his current state of mind as of the moment. He was utterly trapped within the sea of his self-derogatory thoughts and confusion as he thought about his current predicament. Sighing sadly while pointing at a certain piece of parchment that smelled like peonies and freesias, he began rereading its contents longingly.

It was the letter that he had received from Russ in the Owlery. The letter from you.

While the young Gaunt was absolutely thrilled deep down when he finally found out who Lucie truly was, reality all came crashing down the moment he left the tower. His conflicting thoughts plagued him deeply, reminding him of where he stood not just as the ever charming and gentlemanly Ves, but as Ominis Gaunt himself. A wave of sorrow swept over him as he thought of you, not Lucie. If there ever came a day that his identity were to be revealed, how would you even react? Would you shun him away, or would you accept him wholeheartedly?

The uncertainty was utterly nerve-wracking.

However, if his considerations were solely based on his desires and morals, Ominis had a clearer answer despite it still being rather foggy. He has always been curious of what Lucie was like in the flesh, so why would he bail out on such an opportunity? All this time, it was you all along: his rather dedicated tutor in potions who has been a huge help in boosting his grades, the one who treated his wounds when no healers were around, and the key that had unlocked the figurative chest containing the yearnings he had long suppressed the moment he turned his back towards his own family. It was rather frustrating for the misty-eyed male as the foundations of the walls surrounding his heart are now slowly crumbling apart, but he couldn't deny that something had sparked and changed within him in the hospital wing that day. Perhaps the incident itself has truly opened his heart into the possibility of knowing you better despite years upon years of misunderstandings.

Albeit the advantages, however, you were also the very person who effortlessly messed with the tenacity of his self control.

The mere scent of you was enough for him to completely turn into putty, ultimately giving into the forbidden desires that he constantly tried to keep in check. He groaned, feeling his shaft harden at what happened earlier in the Alchemy Classroom. Even your hair smelled ravishing: smelling faintly of raspberries mixed with your usual perfume. Your scent always ends up prompting him to relive moments of your sexual intimacy together.

The way you moaned so wantonly, the heady scent of your bare skin and weeping core, the sweet tanginess of your juices, how soft your skin felt against his lips — every last bit of detail about you was deeply ingrained within his mind.

Unable to resist his carnal urges any longer, he undid his pants, pulling out his throbbing shaft from its confines. Ominis sighed in relief, spitting onto his hand before he stroked his pulsating cock, lubricating it with his saliva. He let his mind wander, imagining the wetness of your pussy as his cock slid in and out of his grip. His mouth hung ajar in soundless moans, lifting his button-down shirt up and exposing his toned, mole-decorated torso with his vacant hand. For good measure, he bit the hem of his shirt to keep it in place, reaching for your desk and patting around for the letter you had recently sent him. Upon obtaining the item, he took a long whiff of your scent, his mind utterly going blank as he pumped his shaft harder, feeling it twitch in utter delight. A whimper escaped Ominis’ lips followed by a guttural groan as hot spurts of his virile essence littered his exposed body. Placing the piece of parchment back onto his desk, he grabbed his wand and conjured a small towel, wiping away the traces of his sinful deeds and fixing his appearance as if nothing had occurred. As soon as the towel was vanished, he summoned a nearby perfume bottle, scenting his parchment in advance while also attempting to mask the smell before any of his roommates would notice the slight stench once they returned.

Merlin, you’ll probably be the death of him one of these days.

The sound of the door barging open caused the young Gaunt to jolt in surprise. Immediately noticing the familiar walking pattern, he greeted his best friend nonchalantly.

“Hello, Sebastian.”

“Ah, Ominis! I was hoping I’d see you here. I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” the wavy-haired brunette exclaimed. Ominis raised an eyebrow in curiosity as Sebastian walked up to him, placing a sealed letter on his lap.

“Our family owl delivered this to me to the Great Hall during dinner. I’m assuming that this is from Anne,” Sebastian explained. Ominis muttered his thanks, putting the letter into the drawer of his desk. The brunette tilted his head slightly in confusion.

“You aren’t going to read it?”

“I’m a little tired at the moment, Sebastian. It’s been a long day,” Ominis half fibbed, yawning. He planned to read Anne’s reply in secret, preferably within the safe walls of the Undercroft. Ominis would rather not indulge Sebastian with any more information about his problematic love life. Merlin knows what advice the brunette would end up giving to the poor blind man.

“Maybe a dose of her ought to do the trick?” Sebastian quipped in mock innocence.

“Don’t start with me, Sallow,” the blonde-haired male grunted as he grabbed his towel, toiletries, and clean clothes. Sebastian chortled, much to Ominis’ chagrin.

“Oh come on, Ominis! No need to be a spoilsport!”

The alabaster-skinned male gave no verbal response, opting to display his disdain through action by opening the door and slamming it shut once he had exited the room.

Meanwhile, in the roof deck of the Ravenclaw Common Room, the biting cold evening wind caused your skin to flush into a flattering shade of pink. It was an excellent night out for exploring: the clear array of twinkling stars scattered across the gossamer night sky, and the waning moon shedding its bright light onto its realm. After all that had transpired, you were in desperate need to recalibrate yourself — doing what you love best would surely aid with alleviating the troubles of your mind, right?

You sure hoped so.

Your broom lay on one of the stone benches, ready to be mounted. Before anything, you were currently checking the contents of your satchel: several empty jars, a good amount of Wiggenweld potions for good measure, and a first aid kit.

“Alright. Good to go,” you muttered to yourself, grabbing your broom and mounting on the seat. You gave the ground a good kick, soaring towards the sky as you headed off to one of your usual nightly adventures after so long with much excitement bubbling in your heart.

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minsungjinho · 8 months

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Late Night Snack (hyung line)

genre: work friends to playmates word count: 8.1K warnings below the cut

warnings: explicit sexual content, protected sex, teasing, 4some, oral (m&f), doggy, missionary, alcohol use, cucking ig?, swallowing, slight body worship, aftercare, rough, also gentle, lmk if I missed any!

lazily proofread - fixed spelling errors.

“Please don’t go, I can’t live without you by my side.” You said, bright lights and cameras in your face.

“I can’t bare to go back to the apartment that will be empty of your presence, or go to the cafe where you won’t be there to wave at me from our table in the corner. I can’t even think about eating a meal that isn’t cooked by you, or sleeping in a bed that's missing the smell of your aftershave. I can’t survive without you anymore, please don’t leave.” You were on your knees at this point, sobbing at the man whose hand you held tight.

He looked down at you, a blank expression just as the script states. While tears rolled down your cheeks he gently grabbed at your wrist and removed your hand from his. He let your arm drop and turned around without so much as a breath in response. He walked off of the scene, leaving you to break down as the camera zoomed in, your eyes puffy, your nose covered with snot.

“Cut!” The director yelled as assistants and managers ran over to you with face cloths and water, ready to aid you with anything you might need. “Great job today everybody, get some rest for tomorrow.” The producer added, all of the stage crew and cameramen scattered to their positions getting ready for the end-of-day clean-up.

A hand reaches down to you, offering to help you up off of your knees. You blindly accept, not realizing how numb your legs were until you were on your feet. You stumble a bit, the person in front of you helping you stabilize your movement.

“Thanks,” You said with a smile, looking up at the person who anchored you. It was your costar, Chan, the supposed love of your life coming to your rescue.

“I’ve never seen anyone cry so prettily.” He fluffs some of the wrinkles out of your clothing that formed as you sat on the floor shooting the scene.

You blush at what you assume is a compliment, bowing to him as you tell him how great he did during today's shoot. Your other costars walk up to the two of you, exchanging praise about your day at work. The four of you often got together after shoots and get food while talking shop.

“I’ve got a date tonight, so I’ll have to skip dinner,” Changbin said, looking down at his phone.

Changbin played the character that acted as your optional lover, one that you a had very long history line with but posed as a potentially great love story, best friends to lovers you could say. K-dramas often follow a love triangle, or something similar at the very least, leaving the viewer to imagine all of the possibilities.

“Wow, ditching us for another random chick.” Minho slapped Changbins back, wrapping his arm around to stare down at what Bin was looking at.

Minho was (you guessed it) the third love option that leaves the viewers anxious for more. He was the tall, angsty one, practically emotionless on and off the screen. He appeared at mysterious times, always when you needed him most. He served as the stranger that waltzed his way into your heart.

You watched as the three boys conversed with each other over Changbins date, their personalities seeming to closely match that of their characters. It’s only been about two months since the shooting for the TV show began, but the four of you acted as if you had known each other for decades, never feeling awkward or tense outside of work.

All of you had gotten dressed in your own clothing, also similar to the characters you were playing, and gathered in a group to head to your usual restaurant. Changbin split from the group once everyone was getting into Minhos car, telling Chan he might catch up with you all later in the evening. You, Chan, and Minho had played music on your ride to the fried chicken place, all singing along like on a summer road trip. The nights like these were your favorite, being with your friends and being able to act normally unlike your other actor pals.

Pulling up to the front of the restaurant, Minho turned the volume of the music down and stared out the car windows. A sign was taped to the front door of the joint, stating that their establishment had run into plumbing issues and was closed for the next two days. The three of you had all seemed to groan at the same time, disappointed that you weren’t able to eat greasy chicken and drown in soju.

“We could go to my place, it’s close enough and I just bought groceries the other day.” You had been to Minho’s place once before, dropping him off after an unusually long night of drinking. “And yes, I’ve got booze.” He added before Chan could ask.

You all agreed and were on the road again, talking about the scenes that were filmed today rather than listening to music. You arrived in less than ten minutes, gathering your bag and zipping up your jacket before exiting the car. It was a chilly November day, the wind causing goosebumps to raise all over. Autumn was your favorite season, though your body hadn’t acclimated to how quickly it had gotten cold. The car door was opened for you, Minho waiting for you to exit as the breeze messed up his ashy brown hair. You stepped out, feeling the cool air for yourself and shuddering at the fact that you chose to wear a dress that day. Minho shut the door behind you before wrapping part of his long trench-style coat around you in an attempt to block the wind from hitting your body. You closed the distance between you two, getting close in order for the coat to cover more of your body. You stayed like this until you reached the front doors of his apartment building, just as fancy as you remember. He types in a code to open the large doors, letting you go in ahead of him while he waited for Chan to catch up.

Once you had reached his apartment Minho immediately headed toward the kitchen to start preparing dinner. You had heard of his skill in the kitchen but had yet to witness it yourself. You slipped off your jacket and placed it on the back of a chair sitting in the middle of the room between the open-concept living area and kitchen. Chan had made himself comfortable on the couch, whipping out his phone and scrolling through whatever social media he was obsessed with these days. You rummaged through your bag, grabbing a pair of comfy leggings and an oversized teeshirt you usually wore to bed. You let Minho know you were going to change, and that you would be right back to help him prepare dinner, to which he responded with only a nod before resuming his preparations.

You slipped into your clothes once you had locked the bathroom door behind you, contemplating whether or not it would be awkward to take your bra off to maximize the comfiness of your outfit. You decided to leave it on, unaware of how rude or awkward it might seem to the boys. Returning to the kitchen your nose was met with the lovely smell of rice cooking and aromatic vegetables frying.

“Wow, it already smells great in here.” You exclaimed to Minho, walking behind him and offering to help.

He gave you the spatula in his hand, letting you fry up the veggies as he prepared the chicken for the oven. Every so often he would have to maneuver around you, placing his hand on the small of your back or slightly moving you over by grabbing your waist. He was confident in his actions, not making the situation awkward as you both prepared dinner.

“A bit touchy today, huh Min?” Chan commented.

You looked back and found him leaning back against the fridge with his arms crossed, watching as you two naturally conversed and cooked.

“You aren’t allowed to complain when you aren’t helping.” Minho shot back with a shit-eating grin, causing you to chuckle quietly. “You could at least get the silverware ready,” You added, causing Minho to smile down at you proudly.

“Yeah yeah yeah, you two go back to being lovebirds.” Chan sighed while opening the utensil drawer.

Both you and Minho ignored his comment, though a blush crept up onto your face without you realizing. You knew where you and all of the boys stood in terms of relationships- knowing how messy it would be for your careers. You did indulge in fantasizing about them sometimes, wondering if Minho is a secret romantic, or how Chan would be in bed. You pretty much knew how Changbin was due to all of his dating stories.

You had finished cooking dinner, helping Min by serving the food at the table while Chan grabbed beers from the fridge. “I should probably just have water, if I drink tonight it’ll be hell trying to wake up for the shoot tomorrow.” You sighed, sitting down at the modern glass dining table. “You didn’t see the text? Shooting tomorrow is canceled because of a storm rolling through. We were supposed to be shooting at the Han River.” Chan set a beer in front of you, opening yours before his own.

“Oh thank god, I really needed a break.” You relaxed into your chair, taking a deep breath as you felt some weight being lifted off of your shoulders.

The boys dug right into the food, barely savoring it as they ate. The finished product was chicken fried rice, with a couple of side dishes including kimchi and salad. It didn’t take long for the three of you to finish your meals, happily stuffed and slightly buzzed from the beers. The one thing everyone knew about you was how touchy you got when you were drunk. This was evident, having smooshed yourself up against Chan who had sat next to you during dinner. Your head was rested on his shoulder, eyes closed as you listened to the boys talk. He had his arm wrapped around you, lightly caressing your arm, a small but enjoyable show of affection.

Half asleep, you hear hushed whispers that sound almost like an argument. “How come you get to be all touchy with her now?” Minho questioned quietly. “You had your turn earlier.” Chan rebutted.

This went on for some time, breaking your peaceful attempt at sleep. Fed up, you stood up from your chair and chugged the leftover contents of your beer before telling the boys to follow you. Minho had a large living room with only a sectional couch and a TV hung up on the wall. You grabbed a couple of pillows and blankets from the couch, laying them on the floor in a comfy makeshift bed. You lay down in the center, waving them over.

“Can’t you guys just share?” You said sleepily, curled up on the fuzzy blanket.

They walk over to you without a second thought. Minho lays behind you, wrapping an arm around your stomach loosely while Chan got comfortable in front of you, wiping stray hairs from your face. This might have seemed out of the ordinary or awkward if not for the numerous scenes at work of you being romantic with either of them. It was a casual cuddle sesh between three friends, all a bit intoxicated, however.

It wasn’t until Changbin walked through the front door that you realized how the situation must have looked. His jacket was hung over his shoulder, fingers barely gripping at it. His other hand held his phone at his side, while his face looked just as puzzled as you expected it to be.

“Not what it looks like.” You stated, sitting up on your elbows to explain the situation to Binnie.

“Could be.” Chan declared confidently as if he had been thinking about it this whole time.

“I’m down,” Changbin added while hanging his jacket on the hook and tossing his phone on the counter.

Your eyes widened at his response, and your stomach starting to feel uneasy at the direction the conversation was headed. “Haha funny” You scoffed, standing up between Minho and Chan. “The kitchen isn’t going to clean itself.” You tried using this as an excuse, about to step in that direction before a hand grabbed at you holding you back.

“You too?!” You exclaimed, looking down at Minho’s golden honey-colored eyes.

He shrugged in response, unknowing of how you thought about the circumstances. Your mind was frazzled with potential situations and fantasies arizing, unsure of how to act or what to say.

“I need way more alcohol in me to even consider what’s going on right now.” You claimed.

In less than five minutes the four of you were sitting at the now cleaned-off dining room table, drinks in hand though no words had yet been exchanged. You’d already downed a couple of shots of soju, you could feel it in your cheeks. Chan and Changbin sat across from you, Minho to your right as you started to talk.

“Are you guys… serious?” You asked briefly, not wanting to go too deep into detail for fear of embarrassment. You had refused to make eye contact, swirling your glass instead.

“The most.” “Very.” “Mm.” They all said at once. You chuckled, frustrated at the tension.

“How would this even work?” You were grasping at straws, knowing exactly how it could work but feeling too anxious to say anything else. The room was quiet for what felt like an eternity.

“We could make it into a game.” Changbin offered, resting his head on the knuckles of his intertwined fingers, his elbows propped on the table.

Minho sat up straight at the suggestion placed on the table- metaphorically of course.

“Let's.” Chan sealed the deal, your alcohol v.s good decision ratio falling on the lesser end as time continued on. “That is if Y/N is okay with it.” All three boys looked over at you simultaneously.

“I don’t know, I’ve never done anything like this before.” You pleaded.

“We’ll be gentle,” Minho added with a devious grin, completely contradicting his words.

“Mhm.” Binnie was focused on your body language as the three of you talked through everything.

Safe words, things that are off limits, and anything that needed to be addressed had been covered all within a short time frame. You internally chuckled at how businesslike the four of you had talked over the situation. You can’t deny the fact that you’ve thought of this exact scenario before, between shoots or on long car rides to outdoor scenes. If it weren’t for the liquid courage you would have never considered letting this happen.

“So, I’m not on birth control or anything.” You mentioned as you all occupied Minho’s bedroom, much more spacious than you had originally expected. Chan relaxed in a chair at the corner of the room, manspreading like it was nobody's business. He was sunken into the chair, an elbow propped on the wooden arm. Minho walked out of the master bathroom, a whole string of condoms unfolding.

“That’s fine.” He said emotionless, as if the whole thing could end right now and he wouldn’t be disappointed.

You nodded, walking to Changbin as he motioned for you to sit with him. Your steps were a bit uneven, the alcohol making your vision and balance just a bit hazy. He sat on the edge of Minho’s bed, scooting back some to make room for you to sit between his legs. Once you sat down, your body feeling like a bag of bricks, he pulled you into his chest with his arms wrapped around your stomach. He nestled his chin into the crook of your neck, you noticed then how much warmer his body was than yours.

“How are we starting this?” Chan looked at the men around the room, licking his lips as if he couldn’t wait any longer to begin.

Changbin released you from his grasp, his arms pulling back behind you and fumbling with his tie. “With this.” He claimed, pulling it from the collar of his dress shirt and holding it for everyone to see.

Your visibly confused face must have hinted that you had no idea what he was talking about. Changbin instructed you to put your hair in a ponytail, making it easier for everyone if your hair was kept out of the way. Once it was situated and held in place by the cheap elastic, he gently covered your eyes with the width of the tie, securing a knot in the back to act as a blindfold.

You were no longer able to see, not even light from the ceiling crept through. You felt concerned yet intrigued, depending on your other senses to gauge what was happening around the room as the three boys shuffled around. You sat there, hands clasped together on your lap while waiting for something to happen.

“And the so-called ‘game’? What are we doing.” Minho had dropped his carefree facade, eager to know what was happening next. “Guess the guy, simple as that.” Binnie had a giddy tone to his voice as if he had dreamed of this exact situation. “And we do what, exactly?” Chan asked, his voice was much louder than earlier, you assumed he moved from his position on the chair to standing with the other boys.

“Anything you want, within the limits of course.” You could hear the eagerness in his tone, unlike Chan and Minho he let his excitement be apparent, which you found cute yet also slightly scary.

The three men whispered quietly away from you, calmly deciding who should go first in this game of arousal. It hadn’t been until a pair of hands took yours in their grasp that you realized how real this was. You jumped at the skin-to-skin contact, feeling embarrassed at your position in this game. You were waiting for affirming words, forgetting that the point of this was for you to guess who was who.

The first mystery man let go of your hands, guiding their own to your hips as he pushed you further into the middle of the bed, resting your head down onto a pillow as you lay normally. Based on touch alone you weren’t able to figure out which guy this was. A hand was placed on your jawline, his thumb rubbing against your bottom lip as he situated himself between your legs, towering over your body. Warm, plump lips were placed onto yours, softly kissing you as if you would break.

You had hoped to be able to tell apart the person by their lips, forgetting how each of them was well stacked in that department. You kissed him like this for a bit, not sure if you were allowed to take the lead, or at least attempt to at that. Whilst getting stuck in your own head about it, the mystery boy's tongue swiped at your bottom lip asking for entrance. He tasted minty, which threw you off your thought process. Could it have been Minho? Perhaps he brushed his teeth before returning to the bedroom with the condoms? You let his tongue dance around yours, raising your hands to feel his hair in hopes that you could differentiate who this was.

Before feeling even one strand of hair your arms were pinned atop your head, and you could feel a grin press against your lips as if the man was saying “Nice try”. Frustrated, you wiggled underneath him, hoping perhaps you would be able to feel the shape of his body or even an article of clothing that the other two boys didn’t have. Whoever was on top of you didn’t like this action either, firmly pressing their hips against yours, earning a gasp of air in your lungs once you felt the warm bulge against you.

A light moan escaped from mystery man #1’s lips due to the friction, though it wasn’t loud enough to hear a distinguished tone. You raised your hips again in hopes of hearing it again, though failed as whoever it was had used your lips as a distraction. Your bottom lip was sucked, and pulled between the teeth of your partner, a small yet painful sting that caused you to whine.

“What happened to be gentle?” You scoffed, wiggling around in your blind position.

The unkept hand of this man had pushed your face to the side, his lips placing soft kisses down your jaw onto your neck. “No marks.” You stated bluntly, one of the conditions you had placed when talking at the table. You trusted your makeup team’s talent but didn’t want to risk being scolded at work or causing a scandal just for a one-night stand with three of your costars. You could feel him pressing his bulge softly against your core, just barely feeling it from the distraction of his lips. You raised one of your legs that had laid flat on the bed next to him, using it to wrap around his waist and pull his lower half into yours.

You could feel his lips shudder against the skin of your collarbone, his hand roughly gripping yours above your head. You could hide the smile that crept onto your lips, satisfied and slightly more confident in your position. You feel his body rise away from yours, the heat from his chest no longer radiating against yours while his hand lets yours go. Before you could use your hands, his fingers were brimming the hem of your shirt, gripping it and lifting it over your head, carefully to not undo the tie that blocked your vision. Before your shirt could even hit the floor your bra was pulled down, exposing your chest fully.

You could hear a deep breath taken in on your right, one of the boys anxiously waiting for his turn. A wet, hot sensation flick across your nipple one you could only assume was a tongue. This caused your body to tense, and the wet feeling on your breast got hotter with his mouth wrapped fully around your nipple, teeth grazing it lightly. Shivers traveled down your spine, noticing this the mystery man deepened his movement, grinding into you as his teeth nibble at your nub. He bit and sucked relentlessly, not giving your body a break from the overstimulation as he simultaneously bucked his hips into yours.

“Binnie.” You released a soft whisper from your lips, causing all movement to stop abruptly. “How did you know?” He asked from above you, his breath uneven and heavy. “You taste minty.” You started, gulping down a big breath before continuing. “You always carry gum on you, plus you didn’t eat dinner with us earlier. I also know how much of a tit’s guy you are.” You felt satisfied at your answer, sighing with a smile

His body raised from yours, the bed bouncing slightly as he stepped off of it. You felt cold from his absence, the way his body was emitting heat could save you so much money on home heating costs. Changbin asked which one of the boys was going next, to which you heard nothing but silence as the game would be ruined if either of them actually answered.

You had assumed Chan would be the next mystery man, based on how eager he looked like he wanted to start before you were blindfolded. You pictured him as a dominant type and felt excited about what was to come next. The bed dipped down again, the next boy coming to do who knows what to your body. You couldn’t feel a body towering over you, curious as to what this next person's plan was. You felt cold hands on your waist, causing you to tense up a bit as your leggings were rolled down past your hips, and eventually, each leg freed as well.

Hands grabbed at yours, pulling you into a sitting position. He carefully wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you onto his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed. His cold fingers reached past your shoulders, pulling apart the clasp of your bra and letting it fall between you. You removed your arms, tossing the bra behind you before you were pulled down, fully straddling atop mystery man #2. He guides your hands to either side of where you assumed his head lay, giving them a squeeze as if he was telling you not to move them from that spot.

Your breasts dangled over his chest, your ass pressed firmly into his groin with the help of his hands pressing you down. You could feel his body strain, his face meeting yours with a kiss that could have melted you if you weren’t straddling him. He kissed you softly like this for only a short amount of time before dragging the upper half of your body into his with his teeth pulling your lip. His hands refused to leave your ass, gripping at the bare skin and his nails leaving crescent marks.

He guided your hips back and forth, making you grind against his clothed body while you felt the front of your panties getting more and more wet. Once you slowly continued the friction against him on your own, his hands traveled up your back and waist, caressing the skin before strongly gripping at your tits, squeezing them as if they were stress balls. This caused you to rut your hips forward, earning a deep groan from within the mystery man’s chest.

He pulled your lips to his once more, his hand cupping your cheek as your tongues danced. He removes his hand from your chest, sliding it down the front of your body until he reached your core, feeling the damp cloth between his fingers. He pushes it aside, sliding a finger up your folds collecting your wetness before toying with your clit. Your fingers grasp at the blanket beneath you, a moan escaping from your lips into the mouth you were kissing. You had known how turned on you felt, but not how eager you wanted to be touched.

He brought your attention back to him, slowly kissing you as he plays with your now throbbing clit. Small winces and gasps of pleasure erupt from you, making it difficult to pay attention to whichever man was beneath you. He kept up this pleasant torture for a minute longer before removing his fingers, bringing them up to his mouth to taste you. You breathed heavily, between the kissing and stimulation it left you feeling tired yet hopeful for more. Once he sucked his fingers clean, you knew who it was. He brought your lips to him, forcing you to taste yourself when his tongue pushed past into your mouth.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Minho?” You questioned after breaking from the kiss.

“Mhmm” He answered, his hands returning to your ass and rutting his bulge into your now-soaked core.

He was unwavering with his movements, refusing to share with his friend even though you had already outed him. He let out a moan you could tell he was holding in for a while, unbothered by the other men in the room as he enjoyed himself. “Move it.” Could be heard from the foot of the bed, a voice you knew very well. “Now,” Chan added, his impatience growing as he watched Minho use you.

Minho sighed, halting his movements from beneath you before rolling you off of him so he could stand. “C’mere.” You heard Chan demand, carefully crawling toward the end of the bed on your knees. He grabbed a hold of your hands once you got close enough, bringing your arms around his neck and pulling you close to his naked chest. You were unaware of when he took his shirt off but didn’t care much once he kissed you. Surprisingly he was the softest of the boys, his lips much larger than the other two, yet gentle and passionate rather than hungry. He was soft and sweet as his hands roamed your body, taking his time to enjoy your features rather than abuse them.

“Beautiful,” He whispered just barely loud enough for you to hear, and only for you to hear. This urged you to wrap yourself around him completely, your legs around his waist and your ankles joined together in an effort to close the gap between you. He gripped at your ass, pulling both sides and squeezing just hard enough for you both to enjoy. You internally questioned if the blindfold was still necessary, knowing he was the last one, but you kept the thought to yourself, loving the effect it had on the rest of your senses.

Without so much as a hint or warning, Chan removed your limbs from around his body and pushed your chest so your back hit the mattress, no longer gentle. You made an audible ‘ugh’ as you fell against the plush blankets, your underwear being pulled off before you were able to notice his fingers gripping at the fabric. Chan spread your legs and called the other boys over, leaving you feeling very vulnerable and small.

“Look at that pretty pussy,” He commented, once the other boys were able to stand next to him. “Does she taste good?” Changbin questioned Minho, who you assume nodded due to his silence. “Hyung, let me get a taste before you ravage her. Please?” Binnie practically begged, you could hear the sincere plead in his voice.

Chan took a step away from you, keeping a hand on your leg as if making sure the others knew you were his at that moment. You knew how heated you were inside, however, starting the foreplay process three separate times must have made you soaked, hell you could have been dripping at this point. Binnie got close to your mound, feeling his hot breath against you made you shiver with anticipation. He placed a small peck on your core. “So pretty.” He muttered before licking you from bottom to top. You grabbed whatever you could find, probably a blanket and pillow from the way they felt, and clenched them hard, your knuckles white.

Changbin marveled at your reaction, regretting the fact that he got a taste and teased himself. You could hear Minho and Changbin shuffle back to the chair, Chan rubbing your legs and kneeling to the height of your bed. He pulls you by your ankles, your ass just barely hanging off the edge of the bed. He wastes no time bringing his mouth to your core, copying Changbin’s motion with his tongue before doing figure eights, trying to figure out which motion edges you on more.

He doesn’t stop lapping at your cunt, pressing deeper every few moments to gauge which amount of pressure feels best. Once he reaches the perfect combo he grins, your legs trying to close around his head but failing due to his hands gripping your thighs. He groaned at the taste, and your reaction, the humming sensation bringing shivers down your spine and goosebumps all over your body.

Chan removes a hand from your leg, bringing it down and separating your folds before inserting his middle finger into your sopping-wet entrance. Finally, someone had given you a bit of release from the tension building inside of you, causing your body to relax. He methodically pumps his digits into you, using the pulling motion that hits one of your sweet spots every time. Your back arches, giving him the push he needed that made him crave you more. He needed to feel you for himself, let your walls pulsate around him.

“Use me, baby,” He growled from between your legs. “Give it to me, let me taste how sweet you are when you cum.” He continued his actions at full speed, completely devouring you while adding fingers into your soaked hole.

His words motivated you, reaching a hand down to his head and gripping his curly black hair. He groans softly, the heat from his breath adding fuel to the fire. His teeth scrape and nip at your clit while his tongue licks you clean. Chan eggs you on from below, digging into your leg with his nails. You feel the bubbling in your stomach, pressure rising and almost reaching max capacity. His fist almost forced itself into you along with the consistent lapping across your clit pushed you off of the edge, your walls convulsing around his fingers, the sweet essence soaking his fingers and dripping onto his tongue.

He kept toying with you aggressively, making your high exponentially longer and deeper. You were barely able to catch your breath, seeing stars with your eyes clasped shut tightly. You felt like you were floating, the adrenaline and calming of your body embracing each other as Chan slowed his movements. He rubbed your legs soothingly, standing up as he overlooked your limp body with a satisfied grin on his face. He wiped his lips and chin with his forearm before unbuckling his belt.

“Look at me.” He demanded, his belt dropping to the floor. You used what strength you could muster up to remove Changbin’s tie from your eyes, blinking as the sensitive light made its way through. Once you had finally adjusted to the radiance of the bedroom your eyes met with Chan, his boxers still on to your surprise. His chest was heaving with deep breaths, his arms at his sides while he watched you regain your sight. He grinned, greeting you before grabbing your ankles and twisting you over onto your stomach.

You looked back at him, his boxers dropping onto the floor along with the rest of his clothes. He hikes your hips up, forcing you onto your knees with your ass high in the air. The bed dips down as he kneels behind you, lazily rolling the condom down his dick with his eyes directed at your soaked core. You pull your arms from in front of you, using your elbows to prop your abdomen more level with the rest of your body. You feel his length against your ass, his arm reaching over you and pushing your head forcefully into the blankets.

“Stay just like that for me, princess.” His new pet name for you relinquishes any defiance from within you, doing exactly as you are told.

He taps his throbbing tip against your clit, causing you to jump forward a bit, to which he pulls your hips back with force. He smothers his cock with your essence, natural lubrification at its finest. He presses himself against your entrance, audibly sighing as your walls engulf him. He pushes in slowly, deepening himself within you while stretching you out.

“That’s my good girl, taking it so well.” The pain mixes with pleasure as he bottoms out, your chest finally bringing in the air you didn’t know you were holding in.

He doesn’t waste any time, picking up speed as he thrust into you gently. You ball your hands into fists, pressure building back into your body. Chan grips your ass, pulling it and squeezing it as he forcefully pushes into you. Your body tenses, involuntarily pushing your hips into him with every thrust. He groans as you fuck yourself with his length, his head dropping back with pleasure.

“Hyung,” You hear from the corner of the room, looking over to find a very flustered Changbin, his hand palming his dick through his pants. “Take her front,” Chan replies, not even looking over at the other boys.

Minho is sitting in the chair, elbows on his knees as he watches you get pummeled from behind, analyzing you. “Be nice to him, Princess, he’s been waiting for this day for quite some time.” You groan as Chan demands this of you, his movement slowing in order for Binnie to situate himself in front of you. You respond with a simple ‘Yes, sir.’. He wastes no time, not even removing his clothing before sitting on the bed in front of you. He lowers his pants and boxers down just below his mid-thigh, his back and head resting against the headboard.

You lift your head to make direct eye contact with him, seeing his throbbing length in your peripheral. He grabs at it, stroking it for just a moment before guiding it into your mouth. You parted your lips, opening your mouth just wide enough to take him. Whereas the other boys had length, Binnie had the girth too- you knew this would be a wild ride.

Chan pounds into your cunt from behind, causing you to jolt forward with your mouth open to a full ‘O’. Changbin takes advantage of this, pulling your head down onto his cock and breathing in sharply once you’ve made contact. You’ve just barely got the first two inches in your mouth before you feel his width press against your throat. Chan thrusts into you relentlessly from the back, you feel him getting sloppier but greedier for more as he starts nearing his high. You stabilize your hips as much as possible for him while Bin pushes deeper into your throat, stretching you as you gag making him shiver with pleasure. Chan pulls back an arm, slapping your ass harshly as he delivers the last of his blows. He moans deeply from his chest, your hole milking him of all he’s worth. He thrusts slowly and lazily, riding out his high with his hands still gripped on your hips. He pulls out slowly as Bin lightly ruts his hips up into you, his seed hanging from the condom. You feel an immediate absence, the heat and pressure subsiding.

“Think you can take it all, pretty girl?” Changbin questions you, pulling his dick out of your mouth to allow you to answer. You swallow lightly once he’s pulled away, wincing at the soreness that he caused by stretching you.

“I can try,” You answer him, your voice raspy. He pushes you forward by your shoulders gently, breaking free from his spot in front of you.

He lays you flat against the bed, your face dangling off of the edge of the bed. You make eye contact with Chan who is now the occupant of the chair, only in his unbuttoned pants with a fucked out, post-nut clarity look on his face. Changbin clears your view of Chan, stepping in front of you and letting his pants fall to the ground. He pulls his shirt from his arms, revealing his incredibly toned chest and arms. The bed is at the perfect height for him, his dick perfectly aligned with your upside-down head.

He slaps his length across your face without warning, a gasp leaving your chest before he shoves himself into your throat once more. You almost choke on him, unprepared to take so much of his cock all at once. He pulls out, leaving the tip still in your mouth, letting his spit fall onto his length as you used your tongue to swirl him, running it across his split. He pushes back into your mouth and watches as your neck bulges with him inside.

You hear shuffling around the room, drawers being opened and closed, and footsteps eagerly walking around until the bed dips down under your legs. You aren’t able to lift your head to see what was happening, Binnie picking up his speed with your throat, making you gag every once in a while. Your legs were shoved open wide, a buzzing object shoved into your still dripping cunt. You would have screamed if not for Changbin’s dick in your mouth, so you only let out a muffled moan that caused him to shudder in pleasure from the vibration. Your toes curled at the object being pushed in and pulled inside of you, whining as the sensation of pressure returned to your body.

“What do you think, Min?” Changbin starts speaking breathlessly, pausing just for a moment before continuing. “Think she’ll be able to swallow?” You could hear the grin as he spoke, using your face as his own personal fuck doll.

“If she’s not too overstimulated.” Minho replies, to which you realize he is the one behind the vibrator teasing you. He pulls it from inside of you, placing it on your clit with makes your whole body squirm.

You whine and groan with Binnie lodged deep in your throat, causing his dick to twitch with pleasure. He grunts, his high approaching fast as you send vibrations up his length. You try your hand at forcing your throat to swallow, attempting to contract and close up around his dick. He lets out a small groan while you’re still being teased, tears occupying your tearline from the intense face fuck and complete overstimulation. He shoots cum down your throat, so deep into you that you have no choice but to swallow.

You pucker your lips, sucking him as he starts pulling out of your mouth, claiming any last drop of his seed. He sucks in a breath, his teeth biting at his lip once he’s fully pulled out. You’re still squirming at this point, Minho toying with you sadistically while you catch your breath. You push your heels into the bed, trying your hardest to get away from how high the vibrations are set. Though to no avail, he pulls you even closer to him by your ankles, knees dangling off the bed as he’s propped over you with his face closing the distance with yours.

“You made her cry,” He whispers, looking up at Changbin with only his eyes before wiping away the few tears pooled above your cheekbones. “What do you want from me?” Minho asks you softly, his eyes darting all over your upperbody viewing the miscellaneous marks and red areas where the other boys weren’t quite gentle. Your lips were so swollen from all the kisses and facefucking- along with your throat, that it hurt to talk.

“Just let me cum one more time, please you muttered oh so quietly, your body completely fucked out but still edged on for more. Minho nods, his thin straight hair bouncing. “Only once?” He teases, grabbing the vibrating toy once more and pressing it firmly against your clit. You tense underneath him, wrapping your arms around his neck as his breath brings goosebumps to the skin across your chest. He nips at your nipple, pulling away slowly to watch you squirm beneath him. He moves the toy in a circular motion, hitting all of the right spots that bring you that little bit closer to release. He uses his propped arm to bring your face close to him, kissing your forehead gently and letting you pull yourself into him.

He leads you on, bringing you so fucking close to your high that you feel your fingers go numb before he rips the toy away from your cunt and turns it off, a sadistic grin on his face. You pull away from him, a death glare on your face, mentally telling him to eat shit and die as you’re edged.

“I’m not done with you yet, just hold out a little longer.” He whispers into your ear, tossing the toy across the bed and unbuttoning his jeans. You grab the hem of his shirt, attempting to pull it over his head, which he eventually lets you do once his pants are dropped to the ground. You catch a glimpse of his bulge, practically suffocating within his boxer briefs.

He slides a finger underneath the waistband of his underwear, pulling them down and kicking them off while simultaneously pushing you further into the middle of the bed. You analyze his movements while he prepares, he moves slow and calculated with bright flames of lust creeping from his eyes. He keeps you on your back, guiding your legs to wrap around his waist with his hands. He knows you are exhausted, fucked out, and completely used but he still needs his release. He doesn’t waste much time, ripping the corner tab off of a condom and pulling it from the package. You take it from his hands, surprising him as you gently roll it down his length.

He closes his eyes and breathes just a bit heavier at the contact, eventually opening them once you’ve rolled it to his base. He brings an arm from above, lowering his digits onto your lips, pushing his way through to gather spit. He rubs it on his now-protected dick before pushing himself into you with no hesitation. Your legs squeeze around him tight, fingers digging into his shoulder blades at the unexpected impact. Minho lets out a growling moan, stilling his motions while he feels all of you. Chan and Changbin have left the room at this point, one of them running the faucet in the bathroom and the other somewhere else in the house.

The intimacy of just the two of you feels nice, rather than feeling like you were putting on a show you feel able to relax your mind and just enjoy everything. Minho starts pumping into you, subtle but impacted blows that have you both groaning. He pulls you into a kiss, gripping at your throat while rutting his hips into you until reaching your hilt. His groans turn into whines, his powerful demeanor starting to fade as he feels the pleasure of your walls pulling him in.

He kisses you softly, though his thrusts get heavier, jolting your body and causing your tits to bounce underneath him. He takes his hand from your throat, palming at your breast and squeezing moderately hard, squelching noises from your wet and used core filling the room. You remove an arm from his shoulders, reaching over for the toy he threw somewhere behind you. Once locating it, you place it firmly on your clit, making sure it was low enough for him to feel the vibrations as well.

He moans into your mouth, breathing heavily as he pumps into you. The vibrations make you shiver beneath him, the pressure and friction inside of you harmoniously joined with the stimulation of your clit bringing the pressure back into your stomach. Your rugged, beaten walls flit and contract against Minho’s cock, helping you feel every vein and curvature as he fucks you. You start whispering his name, pleading for more as your toes curl and heels dig into his lower back.

“Now,” Minho grunts, having trouble pounding into you with your walls squeezing his length so tight. “Now, my love.” He whispers into your neck, trying as hard as he can to wait for you to reach your climax. And you succeed, happily as he moans atop of you loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear. “Fuck, Y/N.” He mutters, getting in his last few thrusts in before blowing his load. You’re mumbling incoherent words at this point, blinded by the blurry vision of your high, your body melted into the bed, muscles so weak you’re no longer able to wrap your limbs around him. Once he’s completely finished, he holds his position on top of you, resting his head on your chest to try and catch his breath and his dick softens and twitches inside of you.

You hear Bin and Chan come back into the room, Minho looking up at them and speaking words you couldn’t even hear due to the 4th or 5th orgasm you had in the last two hours. Your body is so tired and fucked out, you barely notice him pull out of you and put his underwear back on. Your chest is still rising with heavy breaths, starting to find its natural rhythm after a few more moments. You felt like you were floating, being carried almost. Who knows, you very well could have been but your eyes and body had succumbed to the exhaustion, no longer functioning regularly.

The three boys tended to you carefully, cleaning you up as best they could from top to bottom before dressing you in some of Minho’s clean clothes. You awoke that night in bed, the bright clock on the nightstand reading 3:05 AM. Chan was behind you, his arms wrapped around your body while Minho was in front of you, your faces so close together you were breathing each other's air. You hear shuffling, leaning over to look toward the doorway carefully in order to not wake the sleeping men beside you. Binnie walks into the room with a bowl of cereal, jolting back once he notices your eyes on him.

“Oh, you’re awake.” He whispers with a smile you can just barely see from the light of the clock. “Want a late-night snack?”

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tobyfoxfacts · 5 months

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Oddly specific Toby Fox headcanons

Call me cringe if you want, but I want to rant. Where else but tumblr? Perfect place to let out your feelings and have nobody even see. I don't care about grammar or spelling atp.

Toby Fox is the type of guy to fall asleep in his favorite arm chair after work.

Toby's the type of guy to call his mom all the time but be terrified of making other phone calls

The only reason Toby has a car is to visit his family

Toby's internal narrator voice sounds like the annoying dog for hours after he's done the voice

Toby sings in the shower 100%

When talking to himself he uses funny voices

He voice acts characters from his game when explaining his storyboard and ideas to his team

A master at improv and when he gets to know you, he will share the little skits that play in his head

He'll hum a specific part of a song periodically throughout the day

He’s a patient fella. Doesn’t seem like the screaming type, but will have a meltdown if he feels like he didn't work hard enough.

Lazy confused father energy who chuckles and pretends to know what's going on even though he totally dissociated during the whole social event

Works his butt off when he’s passionate about something

His voice is perfect for bedtime stories. In fact, he could probably make up his own stories too!

He sends several texts instead of one long one

Like this

He’s smart, and would be a great tutor with homework. He would be shitty at explaining the work, but would help you write it down.

Toby is the king of dad jokes. Play Undertale, you’ll understand.

Toby isn't the best at sympathetic comforting. But he’s got a goofy side and could make someone giggle even if they’re sobbing.

He’s got an amazing imagination, and still enjoys playing pretend. He pretends to be a dog as a side hobby.

Toby Fox is so antiproblematic. Barely on social media, keeps to himself, and simply vibes.

He’s a dedicated person. Once he sets his mind on a goal, he won’t give up (won’t leave for milk)

Toby's got really pretty eyes but hated when adults would look at him in the eye and complement him.

He barks back at dogs impulsively

None of these are canon. They are ideas and scenarios that are comforting for me ♡

#toby fox #toby fox facts #indiedev #undertale #gamedev #video games #gaming #toby fox my beloved #tobyfox #tobyfoxfacts #headcanon #cute #wholesome #deltarune

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hii! i just finished reading the dark forest!! what a journey, i think it took me about a month to finish it lol. i wanted to share some thoughts !!

i found some of the concepts fascinating.. what stuck with me the most now i that i (try to) recall everything that happened, was the battle of darkness and the dark forest theory as a whole was brilliant. i imagine those people that were just- endlessly floating in the immensely vast universe and it made me think "oh wow how Sad and Hopeless that must've been" i too would've want to end it all, i believe that's a lot to endure.. that's one

another thing was the infamous wallfacer project. well that was new. and the fact that they had to plan everything on their own bc of the sophons, that's also kind of depressing lol. one thing i was confused was: why was luoji re-elected as a wallfacer at the end? i mean there wasn't anything more he could have done anyways?

da shi as always is such a great person😭 he never abandoned luoji during this long crazy journey, even after 200+ years. honestly i love his character a ton, i wanted to see what would happen to him at the end but there was nothing! will he be on Death's end? or his character just ends here? :((

i thought the whole thing with the "trees" as homes was pretty cool, though i couldn't really see it in my imagination haha i honestly can't imagine what would our society be like in, say, 300 years from now

i found it too simplistic(? that only when the trisolarans communicated with luoji did they stopped their plan to coming to earth, or maybe there's something i missed? or maybe it is really just that: communication solves everything? lol idk

and a deserved special mention to zhang beihai, respect!

i think that's everything i've got on my mind right now, but in general it was very interesting and depressing and dark.... what were some your favourite moments from the book? i can't wait to start death's end next !! but i'll start later, i have to fully process this book first hahaha anyways that's all, have a great day or night!!! :))

hello, friend! it's great reading this ask, and i'm glad you decided to share it with me. i have to say that i read the books years ago, so my memory on everything is not that fresh. and since i read the chinese version, i don't know some of the vocabularies they used in englishn. while i'll try my best to reply to this ask, i'm sure there's gotta be some novel fans here that could do better than me.

the dark forest is indeed very interesting and depressingly dark. i was definitely in awe when i heard the dark forest theory for the first time (before i read the books, and that was partly why i decided to read them). i also really like 水滴/waterdrop or droplet which is just something that looks simple but super super super powerful.

i enjoyed reading about the wallfacer project. even the three failed ones are equally fascinating and disturbing. i want to bow down to liu cixin's imagination...if i remember it correctly, luo ji is re-elected because his "咒语/spell or curse" actually came true. and at that time humans are really hopeless, so they just want to have someone that they believe can save/lead them.

da shi is everything. i lol need a da shi myself. unfortunately, he's not in the third book. my inner shiwang shipper feels that shi qiang and wang miao got similar style of exist from the story. and the common believe (i don't even remember if i read it in the novel or it was fan theory) is that shi qiang dies of natural causes at old age like wang miao. i kinda feel like maybe shi qiang and wang miao promised each other that they'd try to stay alive so that they can both be copernicus *sobs*...

ok...bear with my silly shallow shipper's talk for a moment, you know some people were like shiwang will be no more once season 2 of three body comes out, and everyone will start to ship shi qiang and luo ji, and it kinda bothered me a bit (ps. i know most people including myself didn't ship anything while reading the books, but man, these dramas are really forcing it on us lol). but i don't anymore, because i really think wang miao is special to shi qiang. besides shi qiang being a good and protective human being who will die for the greater good, i think one of the reasons that he stays with luo ji all this time is because luo ji reminds him of wang miao. even though it is only mentioned very breifly, i do believe liu cixin meant to tell us how important wang miao is to shi qiang... “我这辈子还只见着他一个”

as for luo ji stopping the trisolarans, i think he uses the dark forest theory, and his threat of exposing the location of the trisolaris (and in turn exposing earth's location) stops their plan.

and zhang beihai is an awesome, complex, and well loved tragic hero even though he isn't a very major character like luo ji. i remember yu hewei said in an interview that if he didn't play shi qiang, he'd probably like to play zhang beihai. i'm really curious who they'd pick to play zhang beihai in season 2.

anyways, thanks so much for the ask. you made me want to re-read the books, and i know i really should! have a nice day/night!

#three body #三体 #three body problem #the three body problem: the dark forest #the three body problem #3 body problem #ask/talk to me #in-a-brown-study #cnovel #cdrama

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and rain will make the flowers grow

Yall. I am so so sorry for this. I am putting this fic under a cut for a reason. This is one of the sadder things I've written. CW: implied MCD/main character death, implied mutual pining, life-threatening injury. Based on "A Little Fall of Rain" from Les Miserables. (Btw, I recommend the original Broadway or London version, or better yet, the 10th-anniversary live soundtrack with Lea Salonga.) Enjoy? I guess? And again—I'm sorry.

"It's raining," Draco said. His voice was strained and thick.

Harry stopped what he was doing—only for a second—to look incredulously at Draco. "Is that really your main concern?" He tried not to look down at Draco's body growing heavier, at the way it shook against him. Harry shook himself into focus, gripping his wand and ignoring the pounding rain at his back as he cast spell after spell to Heal the boy in his arms.

The forest was quiet but for Harry's muttering and Draco's labored breathing, as if the air itself was recovering from the cacophony of spellfire and shouts during the skirmish with the Neo Death Eaters. One of the bastards had thrown a spell aimed at Harry and hit Draco, who had lept in front of him to take it. Harry dropped his guard for an instant, thinking only of catching Draco's collapsing body. The suspects had disapparated from the Scottish forest they'd been hiding in after escaping the Aurors for months.

Harry didn't know whether the drops on his face and glasses were sweat, tears, or rain, but he managed to keep his vision just clear enough to see whether his efforts were working. He ran through the spells in his mind, and tried calculating the number of Apparition jumps it would take to get back to St. Mungos; their portkey had been broken in the fight.

He was just about to try another spell—one he thought he remembered from one of the mandatory training videos they'd watched, when he felt a trembling, cool hand cover his own.

"Harry. 'S okay," Draco sucked in a breath. "The s-spell is—it's Dark. What we know can't...reverse it."

Harry gripped Draco tighter. "No—no Draco there has to be a way. Or I'll get you to Mungo's, I—"

"Harry."

His name sounded so lovely, so heart-achingly perfect from Draco, as if it'd been whispered across a pillow and not a waste of precious air. Harry's heart lurched at the sound. "You have to let me try," he said, his voice cracking.

He felt more than heard Draco swallow. "There's nothing...to do."

Harry closed his eyes. "I can't just give up—"

He felt Draco shake his head minutely. "Just—" Draco groaned a bit, eyebrows wrinkled in pain. "Just stay here with me. Be with me."

Harry didn't know how to respond, so he just fell silent. He did reach into his satchel and gave Draco one of their last pain potions, which Draco took with only minimal resistance.

"I used to imagine this," Draco said after a few minutes of silence, his voice much quieter now.

"What?" Harry whispered back.

"D-during the war. I thought I was...going to die. An' I wanted—" Draco let out a shaky breath—"to die in your arms."

Harry's entire body shook with the force of the sob that ripped itself from his throat. He squeezed Draco tighter against him. "Draco," he whispered. It was all he could say, all he could think.

"I love the rain," Draco said faintly, so much so Harry had to bend down to hear him. "Will you stay with me unt—" Draco broke off to gasp a breath—"until the sun comes out?"

"Yeah," Harry croaked. "I will."

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DIABOLIK LOVERS DAYLIGHT Vol.11 Tsukinami Carla [TRACK 5 + EPILOGUE]

Original title: 誓約 & エピローグ

Source: Diabolik Lovers Daylight Vol. 11 Tsukinami Carla

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Toshiyuki Morikawa

Translator’s note: It is no secret that Carla is not my favorite Diaboy, so I wasn’t super excited for his CD despite really enjoying the DAYLIGHT series so far. There is quite a lot of difficult dialogue in this one as well and with no written dialogue, it can be tricky to figure out what Carla is saying. However, I do like how it gives us some more information about the Founders’ lore and their powers. I definitely did not expect this kind of plot twist either. Knowing how cold he is during the start of his DF route, it’s crazy to see him put his own desires aside and completely prioritize his S/O.

Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5 + Epilogue

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TRACK 5: OATH

*Cling cling*

*Rustle*

*Cling*

[00:11] “...Heh. How many times have our eyes met during this meal?”

You apologize.

“Is it something to be sorry about? I cannot blame you. My gaze also keeps drifting your way subconsciously. …When I realize that this might be the last time, I cannot help but want to engrave this sight into my memory. ーー The sight of the woman I love, I mean.”

You tear up.

“Do not cry. …No, actually, I do not mind. You can weep all you want. Your tears are dear to me as well.”

You shake your head.

[01:03] “Heh. …You are strong. No matter how fragile your physical body may be, you actually made a homemade meal from scratch and managed to suppress the tears to show me a smile. I think your soul is truly precious.”

You sob.

“Fufu…Did I make you cry again? Well then, let us continue our meal. While I can imagine it must not be easy right now, you should try to eat as much as you can as well. There is only little time left until I have to depart, so why don’t we enjoy our final banquet to our heart’s content?”

*Cling cling*

*TIMESKIP*

*Thud*

*Cling*

[02:35] “Hah…It was a lovely meal. I feel thoroughly satisfied.”

You agree.

“Wait a few minutes.”

Carla gets up and leaves the room before returning shortly after.

*Thud*

“Drink this.”

You ask him what it is.

[03:09] “It’s fruit juice which has been slightly diluted with water. I got my hands on fresh fruits from the human world and high-quality water. …In the end, you weren’t able to eat very much of the meal, were you?”

You apologize.

“It is fine. I understand your situation. This should be easy to ingest and it’s packed full of nutrients. Drink it, even if it’s just a little.”

You take a sip.

“Fufu…How is it? …Good?”

You nod and thank him for cooking for you.

[03:59] “Haha…I don’t think this would count as ‘cooking’, but somewhat, I suppose.”

You yawn.

“...Hm? What’s the matter?”

You explain.

“You’re sleepy? You must be tired. In that case, I do not mind if you go lie down.”

You suddenly pass out.

*Cling*

[04:32] “...Haah. Forgive me. I couldn’t have you stay awake for this though.”

Carla lifts you into his arms.

*Rustle*

“...She’s so light. To think she would seem so fleeting, in such a fragile physical state. Even so, she continued to strongly express her feelings for me.”

*Smooch*

“...My irreplaceable partner.”

*TIMESKIP*

*Drip*

*Rustle rustle*

*Drip drip*

[05:32] “...Haah. This should do. While I may be suffering from an illness, it is still Founder's blood. A contract will surely be made…between me and my partner. What is necessary is for both parties involved to feel strongly for one another.

…Well then…I, Tsukinami Carla, King of Founders, officially declare the commencement of this ritual…

*WOOSH*

*Cling*

Carla cuts himself.

*Drip drip drip*

*WOOSH*

*TIMESKIP*

*Rustle*

[06:56] “...Ugh!”

*Rustle rustle*

You run up to Carla.

“...!! So you’ve awakened…Cough, cough…!”

He coughs up blood.

“...Oh, do not worry about this. It’s the price I have to pay.”

You frown.

[07:23] “...Hah. Color has returned to your complexion…I could almost mistake you for someone else. …In theory, any spell - no matter how high-level it may be - should succeed without fail when exchanged for a Founder’s life but still…Haah…I feel relieved now.”

You ask what he means.

“Fufufu…Just like you always did, I chased after my own happiness. There would be no point…in a world where you no longer exist.”

You disagree.

[08:14] “...You fool! Do not talk down on yourself like that! Your soul…is the most precious thing…in this whole world…Your pure, noble feelings…willing to sacrifice everything for my sake…as well as your deep love…I simply could not let those things fade away…”

You remind him of his ambition to help the Founders flourish again.

[08:51] “Fufu…I do not need any dreams or ambitions, if it means having to sacrifice you to fulfill them…I have already sent out a message…I am confident that Shin will most definitely inherit my ambitions. …My world is right here…You are my world…So why would I not offer my own life for it…? …Cough, cough, cough…!!”

*Rustle*

[09:37] “Go ahead and live your life…as you wish…Farewell…My beloved…Haah…”

You shake his body, begging him to wake up.

*Rustle rustle*

You run to grab a knife, drawing blood before running to Carla’s side to try and feed it to him.

*Rustle*

*Gulp*

*Drip*

*Gulp*

“...Hah!

*Gulp*

“Haah…You…Don’t tell me…Did you give your own blood…to me?”

You nod.

[10:43] “...It is true that your blood has always been the most effective way to soothe my symptoms but still…I would have never fathomed that it could bring someone back to life as well…In the end, you still harmed yourself in an attempt to save me…You truly are hopeless…

However, I will not last very long. I used a high-level spell which sacrifices the caster’s life in exchange. Even if you managed to bring me back now, you are only prolonging the inevitable…Are you prepared to have to…say goodbye to me once more?”

You claim to be prepared for that.

[11:42] “...Despair which comes right after joy is a painful thing. But you do not mind regardless?”

You nod.

“...!! …Fufufu…Good grief…Just as I thought, you really are my woman. My one and only partner…who is so very strong, and overflows from love for me. ーー That being said, to think you would get the King of Founders to go this far for you.”

*Rustle*

[12:32] “You’re quite the handful. You won’t get away with this. …I shall not let you go, no matter what happens. So better be prepared.”

You nod.

*Rustle*

TRACK 6: EPILOGUE

[00:20] “...Take your time going down. I’m here to support you.”

You slowly go down the stairs together.

*Thud thud thud*

You apologize for making a selfish request.

“...Hmph. This does not count as being ‘selfish’, trust me. ーー Besides, I do not dislike going around and viewing the different paintings displayed in this castle. Especially when doing it together with you.”

You remember something very similar happening in the past.

[00:56] “Yes…We exchanged our opinions on the artwork here once in the past as well, did we not? I rarely ever speak of my own interests to others though…Heh. I guess that back then, you must have already had a special place inside my heart.”

You grow flustered.

“Fufu…Your reactions are always so genuine. Whether you’re happy or sad, it shows on your face right away. You should value that pure, honest heart of yours.”

You nod.

[01:47] “Let me repeat myself ーー but I will leave this manor today. As much as it pains me, I simply have no other choice.”

You frown.

“You should only focus on looking after yourself. Please do not worry about me.”

You refuse.

[02:15] “Do not say that. However, time flows differently in both worlds, so you might have more alone time ahead of you than you initially thought. You can think of Banmaden as your safe haven…the castle where you can live in peace.”

You ask him if that is why the two of you came here.

“...Heh. Right. That is one of the reasons why I decided to come here. …However, can you blame me for wanting to spend as much time together with my partner as possible?

You thank him.

[03:04] “I am the one who should be thanking you. I feel truly blessed, having the best wife imaginable.”

Carla embraces you.

*Rustle*

“Come on…Give me a better look at your face. Right now, I want to burn that sight into my memory, rather than that of the paintings.”

He caressed your cheek.

[03:31] “Your scent…the way your skin feels underneath my touch…I’ll brand it all in my mind. If I were a painter, I would surely put it down onto the canvas with my brush. …In my case, I shall trace it with my lips instead.”

*Smooch*

“Your forehead…”

*Smooch*

“Your cheeks…Andーー”

*Smooch*

“...These lips of yours as well.”

*Smooch*

“Mm…”

*Smooch*

ーー THE END ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #carla tsukinami #diabolik lovers daylight #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

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Okay had this bizarre dream. I’ll explain as best as I can:

1. I can remember it’s Eiden vs Huey. Huey turned out to be evil and he somehow is able to use the clan members and familiars like puppets. Literally controlling their every movement. They try resisting as much as they can but ultimately they aren’t able. Next scene shows a very very angry Eiden screaming and crying charging at Huey and knocks him the fuck out. Breaking the spell.

2. But it skips to another scene. Totally different. Huey plans on using the members to do his bidding and they’ll never be free. There is a solution. I don’t remember exactly but next thing Eiden uses his gemstone necklace and I don’t know how he breaks all of the contracts. But one downside. Eiden absorbed so much that it kills him but now Huey is powerless

3. Another skip: It’s a week later Huey was arrested and the members are still grieving in their own ways about Eiden. But! It skips to another scene and Eiden’s talking to someone. I don’t know who but Eiden somehow is back to life and surprises each former member and familiar. It’s so bittersweet as they all cry. Yes even a Fox does cry but it’s not loud sobbing like Yakumo it’s more quiet.

And it ended before I got to see what else happened!

Huey is evil? Color me shocked (sarcasm, not directed at anon but at that fucker Huey). We already know that he is the worst™️and that he has complete control of their clan members. Not in a direct way like puppeting, but in that they have no choice but to act within the limits of their contract with him. Imagining that contact being used to manipulate even their bodies is absolutely terrifying for everyone involved. A small part of me hopes that someone breaks their own contract and faces they backlash of doing so (losing that body part) because they care about Eiden and this world more than they do their own body (it would probably be Yakumo, ngl).

The clan members are free? Eiden is dead? Huey is gonna be very dead soon as well. I hope that sacrifice somehow also broke their contracts without the unfortunate price.

I just want them to be happy. I want them to live happily. I want Eiden to stay with his precious found family/harem forever.

I just wonder where Rin is during all of this... plot twist, Rin is the actual final boss.

#❖ nonie #love letters ❤️#nu carnival

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fairy-in-the-snow · 2 years

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Strange Love - Part 1 (?) Eddie Munson x reader

pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader summary: you try your best to hide your feelings as you help Eddie recover from a broken heart. warnings: extreme angst, swearing, unrequited love (for now), A LOT of pining, Chrissy slander (im so sorry girl), slightly suggestive themes word count: 2k

A/N: Honestly this is so wild, I haven't written any fanfiction in such a long time and this one character has single-handedly lit a fire under my ass lmfao. I have been consuming Eddie content all across this damn app like a woman starved so I wanted to contribute <3 Any feedback is welcome, and my submission box is open if y'all have any requests! I'm pretty much willing to write anything (NSFW included, lord knows i am so thirsty for this man) so don't be shy!!

Enjoy, and let me know if y'all want a PART 2! <3

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You knew that she still liked him. It was obvious. You could see it in the fleeting glances she cast his way when he wasn’t looking, eyes full of faraway longing…but also mixed with an almost tangible bitterness. Their relationship hadn’t ended on the best of terms, to put it lightly. It had been a strange and unexpected pairing, one that took everybody by surprise. You had all been calling bets behind their backs (in an admittedly petty move) to see just how long it would last. You strongly suspected that they were only drawn to one another because they were such total opposites; so far removed from eachother’s worlds that they couldn’t help but chase their unusual magnetism and see where it led them. It all began when Eddie started selling her weed after school.

…And it all ended when she shattered Eddie’s heart into a thousand tiny, fragile pieces. One day after school, he had sought her out on the pitches after Hellfire, hoping to catch her before she finished cheer practice. And oh boy, did he catch her – with Jason Carver’s tongue down her throat. If it had been anyone else but Eddie, you would’ve found the whole situation so laughably cliché. Two high-school hot shots, the jock and the cheerleader no less, swapping spit under the bleachers? It was so pathetically obvious. You hadn’t been there, of course, (and thank god for her that you weren’t) but from what Eddie had told you, her excuses had been just as typical. It was a mistake. It’s not what it looks like (classic). You’re the only boy for me. I wasn’t thinking straight. Give me a chance to explain! The thought of her and what she did to Eddie, how she treated him, made your blood boil, and you had to make a deliberate point of avoiding her during school so that you didn’t get violent. You knew that she was no good for Eddie; after all, she may not have bullied him directly, but she was complicit in Jason’s cruel mistreatment. She never stopped him. Never came to his rescue. As far as you were concerned, she and Jason deserved eachother.

You felt bad for expecting things to turn sour between them, but Eddie was the only person who couldn’t see it until it was too late. The damage had already been done.

You had been the one to pick up the pieces afterwards, and you did it gladly. You would have offered him every single piece of yourself if it made his pain go away, even for a moment. Long nights were spent in his trailer, soothing him to sleep with your hands in his hair as he sobbed and hiccupped into your lap. You had gotten used to the warmth of his body beside you in bed, his slow breathing and gentle snores. Sometimes he would even reach for you in his sleep, and you would let him pull you close to his broad chest, your own heart fluttering wildly inside your ribcage as you imagined him doing this because he wanted you. But then, a soft “Chrissy…” would fall from his perfect lips as he slept, and the spell would be broken. Tonight was one of those nights.

You peeled yourself away from him with a soft sigh, and allowed the cold to settle in your bones as you moved to the far side of the bed and stared at the ceiling. You tried so hard not to think about your feelings for Eddie, but fuck, it was impossible when you spent so much time together and he took up all the space in your stupid, traitorous brain. When you closed your eyes, all you could see was him. His sweet, velvety brown eyes that dripped with kindness and warmth, so full of depth and beauty that you felt weak in the knees anytime his honeyed gaze fell on you. His plump lips that you wanted to catch between your teeth, and the way they would lift into a soft smile when he opened the trailer door to welcome you inside. The way his dark hair fell in soft, cherubic curls around his face, framing it perfectly, following the pale slope of his neck…He was like something carved from the heavens, and you wanted nothing more than to fall to your knees and worship him like he deserved.

It hurt you deeply to know that he could never feel the same about you. How could he? Your heart clenched painfully in your chest as you thought about the way he whispered her name, like a prayer. Even in sleep, he could not escape her. In the deepest caverns of his subconscious, she was the one persisting thought. Your jealousy made you weak with guilt. It was selfish of you to have these thoughts, when he needed you the most. But they were insidious, seeping into your brain like an infection, no matter how hard you tried to banish them. All you wanted was to put the pieces of his heart back together. You yearned for happiness to return to him. Even if every moment you spent soothing him was just another dagger to your chest.

He shifted in his sleep, and you snapped out of your thoughts. You rolled onto your side to face him, biting your lip softly. He looked beautiful. Dark lashes brushed against his pale cheeks that held the faintest dusting of pink, and his hair fanned out on the pillow forming a delicate halo around his head. His lips parted gently as he exhaled, the calming rise and fall of his chest almost lulling you to sleep yourself.

“I’m so sorry, Eddie…” You whispered gently, clutching your pillow, “I don’t know how much longer I can do this.” Your lip trembled a little at your confession, and you could feel the tell-tale lump growing in your throat. You had finally said it out loud.

It was so hard. So fucking hard.

You swallowed thickly, squeezing your eyes shut as silent tears escaped down your cheeks. After all these months, it was now your turn to cry. You had never felt more alone than you did in that moment, crying right next to the one person who made you feel so whole yet so empty at the same time.

You turned your back on him in an attempt to salvage some privacy. He slept like the dead most nights, so you were fairly certain you could have this moment to yourself uninterrupted. You needed it. You were hoping if you let out some of the pent-up emotion that had been festering inside you, that it would act like a sort of…reset button and you could act like nothing happened come morning.

You whimpered softly, allowing the tears to flow. Once you began, it was like you couldn’t stop. You weren’t sure how long you lay there in the darkness, crying, tasting the bitter salt of your own tears. Your breathing became shallow and uneven, though you used your pillow to muffle the sound. Eddie’s comforting scent filled your nose and it made you sob harder, knowing how close he was to you and yet so desperately out of reach.

“y/n?” A soft voice called out your name, still heavy with sleep.

Oh fuck. The shock of his voice made you jolt, your veins turned to ice. You tried your best to regulate your breathing and calm down, but you had worked yourself up too much and you gasped for air, trembling as you tried to hide yourself from him under the covers. Panic was bubbling in your chest, catching the breath in your throat and making you sweat. He can’t see you like this! Oh, God…Oh God, he can’t find out. Fuck, I’m gonna die, I-

“Y/n?” This time clearer now, more aware. “Hey…fuck, are you crying?” You heard him sit up sharply, moving towards you in an instant. Before you knew what was happening, he had swept you into his arms and was stroking your hair, shushing you gently and rocking back and forth in an attempt to calm you. You felt dizzy, shaking at the warmth of his touch as you sank into it, burying your head into his neck as your tears mingled with his soft skin. His arms…they felt so strong and secure, wrapped around you like this, you wished so desperately that you could stay like this forever.

You didn’t know how much time had passed, but eventually, your breathing evened out and the tears began to slow. Eddie soon realised this, moving his hands to gently grab your chin and tilt your head towards him. You felt the cool bite of his rings on your flesh and shivered.

“Sweetheart, what happened?” He asked softly, wiping a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb.

You wished he wouldn’t call you that, but you also delighted in it at the same time. You swallowed thickly, trying to find words. “I-…I think I had a nightmare.” It wasn’t exactly a lie; everything felt like a nightmare right now.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Eddie moved his hands down to clasp your own, and your heart skipped a beat at the feel of his rough, calloused palms. His thumb ghosted softy over my knuckles, reassuring you with the gentlest of touches. A light flush bloomed across your cheeks and you hoped to God he couldn’t see you in the dark.

“Not really…It’s all fuzzy anyways.” You sniffed and looked down, not wanting to meet his eyes.

“Eyes up here, sweetheart,” Eddie tapped your chin gently, encouraging you to look at him. “If you don’t wanna talk about it, that’s cool. But no more tears, alright? I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere until I see that cute smile of yours.” He pinched your cheek playfully and you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. His natural charm was hard to resist.

“Lucky for you, I have just the thing to help you relax.” He threw a wink at you. You knew exactly what he meant by that, and you welcomed the distraction. You were thankful that he was obviously trying to ease you further by acting casual.

“You’re about to make my day, Munson.” You were starting to feel normal again.

Eddie laughed, and the sound went straight between your thighs. A dull, hateful heat has been gathering there since he first touched you and the deep sense of shame that washes over you was overwhelming. He leaned over you and reached for the lamp on his bedside table, flicking it on and bathing the room in a soft, comforting glow. You tried not to stare at his shirtless torso, but you couldn’t help stealing a glance at the tattoos etched into his skin. Your eyes lingered over the bats on his forearm, and he must have caught you looking.

“You like that one?” He asked in amusement, grabbing his rolling tray and settling it into his lap.

“I’ve always liked that one.”

He hummed in approval as he opened a small baggy. The smell was just as pungent as it always was, causing you to wrinkle your nose. “Fuck, that shit is rancid.”

“Only the best for my girl. This one will send you to space, sweetheart.”

God knows I need it, you groaned internally.

You really tried to ignore the pet names. He used them with you all the time, but you were usually quick to brush them off. Tonight, however, you were like an exposed nerve; a thousand times more sensitive to his teasing. You were honestly a little worried that smoking in your current state would make you more careless with your words, but you couldn’t deny that a small part of you was just dying to confess and get all your shit out in the open with him. You were playing a dangerous game.

This night could get interesting.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction

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complete-idiot-in-love · 5 months

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Once Upon a Witchlight: Episode 42! (SPOILERS AHEAD!!)

Still love these goofy bitches :3

Twig being dead is so sad, Alexa play Despacito

My S/I would definitely be on the floor sobbing or sobbing into Torbek bc they'd feel so bad for not doing more to protect Twig

NO, DO NOT GIVE TWIG WITCHLIGHT KREMY. ONE IT WOULD DEFINITELY HURT TORBEK AND TWO WE DON'T NEED A ZOMTWIG WITH A MURDEROUS DOUBLE PERSONALITY

If the scene wasn't so sad, I'm sure Kremy would be plundering the bronze toad for its money, bronze frog would be EMPTIED fr fr

I wonder what the rubix cube Frost got does (I don't care what Nikki says, it's a rubix cube to me)

I find it extremely sus that Twig died in the room with “Child sized coffins" in it, like was she always meant to die and the party just got too attached or what?

Torbek apologizing for not fighting good enough WHEN HE LITERALLY ALMOST DIED is so sad, leave my favorite pathetic cat man alone >:(

TORBEKS WOUNDS LOOKING WORSE BECAUSE HE TRIED USING HIS WITCHLIGHT. ANDY I'M GOING TO HURT YOU /J, LEAVE MY BESTIE ALONE (T-T)

“I just wanna bring her back, not for me but for you" The " Ironic” husbands strike again, love my dad's so much

Gideon telling Torbek to his face that he doesn't care if he dies is so funny for some reason but also I WOULD CARE GIDEON, I WOULD CARE SO MUCH!

THE DRAWING LABELED “MY FAMILY" WHY NIKKI? WHYYYYYYYY??? (T-T)

Torbek with Mr. Moony the puppet is so funny, him puppeteering it is very appreciated during these sad moments

When they talk about their dice rolls in their characters voices all i can imagine is the actual characters being forced to roll dice for their actions

OH FUCK, BAVLORNA CAUGHT US STEALING HER SHIT :O

"Please don't make Hootsie an orphan" "WATTA DO, MRS. BLIGHTSTRAW?" Two types of people fr fr

Gideon is so damn angry about Twig dying

They are all so dumb but i love these goofy bitches

Bavlorna is so gross, we love a manic pixie dream girl! /j

"OH HELL YEAH, COOKIES!" -My S/I (9 intelligence frfr)

"You would make a great coat!" OH HELL NAH, BAVLORNA IS DYING IF SHE MESSES WITH MY HOMIE TORBEK

BEEZLEBERRY COOKIES YESSS

What is it with the hags and acting like grandmas? "Granny Nightshade"? "Mommy Lorna"?

Torbek drinking trash water and Frost getting hairballs XD

Torbek definitely does single white guy cooking, bro will eat anything fr fr

Torbek's animal impressions are spot on /j

"YOU WANT ME TO USE HER MOUTH LIKE A DAMN NUTCRACKER?" - Gideon calmly asked /j

Husband fight, couples therapy imminent

If Bavlorna was good and not batshit crazy, she'd definitely be someone who I could see adopting Torbek or my S/I.

SCABATHA >:( /THREATENINGLY

Big-brimmed hat darkling mommy /j

YOOOO NAT 20 FOR GRICKO ON INSIGHT, LESSS GOOOOO

Oh fuck, accidental murder????

MORE COOKIES FOR TORBEK AND I POGGG, Besties share a sweet tooth

Earl grey tea and beezleberry cookies sound so good right now fr fr

Torbek please don't make a deal with Bavlorna

OH FUCK, ACCIDENTAL MURDER!!!

Gideon spinning his cup counterclockwise in anger is going to kill the party

KREMY IS DEFINITELY GOING TO KILL THE PARTY BY MENTIONING THE BOOK

"We don't talk about the fourth sister" I SWEAR TO THE GODS IF IT'S ZYBILNA I AM GOING TO SCREAM FR FR

It's so sus that the FROG hag doesn't own the FROG bag of holding, i don't think Bavlorna is telling the truth

TASHA? LIKE TASHA'S HIDEOUS LAUGHTER?? OMFG MY S/I HAS THAT SPELLS!!

Fribblefrabble grizzlegrazzle comeback :D love it when they callback to previous jokes!

Gricko... That was a robot of Tasha, not the actual lady

Receiving your older sister's taxidermied corpse as a gift is so morbid what da hell Bavlorna

"You're clearly the good sister" KREMY SHE JUST SAID SHE WAS GONNA TAXIDERMY A CORPSE AND GIVE IT AS A GIFT

TWIG IS BACK!!! YESSSSS

OH FUCK SHE'S BLIND NOW, THE BLUE ROSES BLINDED HER

Is... Is she blind?? Bro idk

"She's rigt behind me isn't she" moment from every movie ever /j

Sea cucumber Robert rectangle pants returns!!

Once Upon a Witchlight's catchphrase is "From a certain point of view"

"Torbek, have another cookie" WHY DOES SHE HAVE TO BE EVIL, I WANT A NICE COOKIE GRANDMA SO BADLY (I may do something with her in my S/I's backstory)

FROST NOOOO, DON'T FLIRT WITH BAVLORNA

"Torbek has sticky fingers" YEAH I WONDER WHY, "ALLEGED" PUBLIC MASTERBAITER

PIERRE IS SO SAD AS A NPC, BRO GOT HIS FACE OBLITERATED AND IS NOW GONNA BE A SLAVE TO BAVLORNA

Gricko x Bloodytoes ship is sailing so hard this episode (Grickotoes? Bloodygrin?)

Torbek just absolutely not understanding Frost's telepathy is so good

LET MY BOY ENJOY HIS COOKIES FROST, HE DESERVES NICE THINGS

"Bodaicous T is saying no!" I love that nickname so much and am so glad it came back

"You're gonna be filled with regret if you make this deal" "BUT MAKING DEALS IS FUN!" MY ALLIGATOR DAD EVERYONE, DUMBASSNESS RUNS IN THE FAMILY I GUESS

Torbek has my same love for sweets, this is why he's my bestie

Twig is so cool, i will literally kill her insecurities

NOOOOO, NO MORE FROG LICKIN??? (T-T)

TWIG TOADSPRING? HER FULL NAME??

WE ARE A BIG FAMILY YESSSSSS!!!

Gideon always forget Torbek and it's so funny!!! Huge ass bugbear and he's always forgot about

"Smells like shit, TORBEK!" OMFG DYING

"Not only can't I smell but I also can't SHI-" TWIG NOOOOO

BLOODYTOES X GRICKO IS 100% BUILT ON VIOLENCE, GIRLBOSS AND HER MALEWIFE FR FR

Pierre is so fucked

"Are there any burritos here?" FROST OMFG

Bloodytoes being so unbelievably unhelpful is so funny

Torbek is always hungry and I headcanon it's because of the witchlight

When will Frost meet his beloved swam boat again /j

Please still have pigtunia!!! I love that pig!!!

STOP TRYING TO KILL THE WILDLIFE KREMY

NOOOO JEREMY!!!

NAT 20 FROM TWIG TO KILL JEREMY OMFG

"No one would marry that FUCK, HES A MEAN OL BASTARD!" Reanimated Twig is a badass

STUFFED PIGTUNIA OMG SO CUTE!!!!

SOMEONE FINISHED THIS MODULE IN 5 SESSIONS???? HOW???

We love Snail no. 2 in this house

Killing Pierre at this point is a gift to him

Pierre killing montage with Gricko on a popsicle Sugar high

"We can go to Wendy's" "WENDY'S NUTS!" My S/I and Gricko would definitely collab on deez nuts jokes bc of Gricko's curse

WE GOT THE INN AT THE END OF THE ROAD BACK, YESSSSS

SUN AND MOON COUPLE, MR. MOONY?? (Also my favorite ship type)

WE'RE ALL MUSHROOM PEOPLE NOW AND LEVEL 5 YESSSSSSSS

#self ship #self shipping #self ship stuff #self insert #a family an be a bunch of criminals and their adopted satyr child

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hwascomfort · 2 years

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Hey!! Can you do ateez and their love language?

ATEEZ MEMBERS AND THEIR LOVE LANGUAGE <3

pairing(s): ateez x gn!reader

genre: fluff, some angst but i think its okay :( | headcanon

warning(s): mentions of food and drink, cuss words, somewhat detailed depictions of mental health | lowkey is quite lacking for like 1/2 of the members bc i wrote half during the day and the other at 5am (when my creativity spikes hehe) so please be aware - im not discrediting the members in any way, shape or form <3

wc: quite a lot-

notes: thank you for the req anon! sorry it took so long | probably a lot of spelling errors

masterlist

Seonghwa

he's practically everything rolled into one

he just has his primary acts of love

words of affirmation

quality time

acts of service

he knows exactly what to say to make you happier

he knows exactly what to do when you can see each other

he knows exactly what to do when you feel down

the smile on your face is everything to him

if it means complimenting you every chance he gets

using all his free time for the two of you to make memories

or even getting your favourite snack when he's shopping

he'll do it all

he loves you more than anything

so even if hes down

he'd do anything for you

because he wants you to be happy

Hongjoong

believe me when i say

quality time

gift giving

sometimes he doesnt know what to say

so he instead finds something for the two of you

hell, he doesnt even need to do anything

so long as youre together

the both of you are happy

and the gift giving

dont even get me started-

he will buy clothes and completely style them to his hearts content

he will buy a whole outfit, accessories included

and he will randomly buy you flowers OR a cute plushie <3

some days he goes to yours with a box of everything imaginable

he doesnt care if hes going over his personalized spending limit for the week

if it makes you happy

he'll do it all

Yunho

oh %100 these ↓

words of affirmation

physical touch

acts of service

with a pinch of quality time

he showers you with compliments every time he sees you

he can almost never keep his hands off of you

always needs to have a hand on your thigh

or waist

or just in yours

he'll make you a meal if he can

more specifically when youre working on something

he'll make you a drink

or even just bring you a blanket when youre cold

but even better!

he'll come over and cuddle you <3

its a win-win situation

Yeosang

definitely these

quality time

acts of service

he would take you anywhere if he could

be it an amusement park

a marketplace

or half the world away

hell, if spaceships existed

he would take you to another planet

THE ACTS OS SERVICE XIDJJDD

he would fr dress up as a waiter if you really wanted it

he will make a meal for you

which he honestly did a shitty job on

he literally made a boiled potato crispy 😭

BUT YOU WILL LIE

AND SAY THAT ITS AMAZING

YOU SUCK IF YOU DONT

but he knows how to make a bomb ass coffee

or tea

or just anything

if he deems that you need it, it will be made

he even keeps a stash of hell week products on him at all times if youre afab 😭

perfect depiction of highschool sweetheart <3

San

DONT GET ME STARTED ON THIS BOY

HE IS LITERALLY EVERYTHING

words of affirmation

physical touch

gift giving

quality time

acts of service

will %100 whisper sweet nothings into your ear 24/7

always knows what to say when you rely on him <3

he is the epitome of a warm blanket on a cold day

are yall proud of me for that one (˃̣̣̣̣︿˂̣̣̣̣ ) ↑

anyways-

he will definitely swarm you in kisses

be it on the forehead

cheek

knuckles (i can picture it in my head, im sobbing)

and lips ofc 😌

constant hugs too

you get at least one every two hours if possible

fucking gift giving

he buys an overwhelming amount of books and plushies for you

sometimes he'll buy you jewelry despite your protests 😭

oh he will always plan a day each week where the two of you can do something

if it cant be in person?

never fear

online picnics are here <3

THE FREAKING ACTS OF SERVICE OML

its the smallest things ever

you forgot your pajamas on a sleepover with him?

gives you a clean shirt and a pair of shorts

you forgot to fill your water bottle?

will fill it up for you

you forgot an umbrella?

shares his even tho its made for one </3

theres a puddle but you cant get your clothes wet?

deadass picks you up bridal style and walks through it 😭

Mingi

PHY

CAL

TOUCH

AND

words of affirmation~

youre honestly both suffering with anxiety :(

so you have a mutual understanding

hugs are very appreciated <3

he could go hours just hugging you

youre his safe place

and hes yours

so being wrapped up in the love of your life

being wrapped in this safe place

... it is so, so comforting

little kisses are also very appreciated <3

bah!

the words

oml

sometime the anxiety can really overwhelm you both

it can be an inner war of 'i know theyll stay vs theyll leave no matter what'

mingi probably understands that better than anyone else :(

it can be very hard trying to push the thoughts away

especially if youre crying

so having someone there to help does a lot

neither of you will stop the stream of comforting words until the other has calmed down enough to stop crying

even then

the words are still going :(

he just wants you to feel better

just like you want with him :((

Wooyoung

suck my dick if you disagree

physical touch

acts of service

words of affirmation

we all know how touchy mr. jung is

will definitely cuddle up to you

will press a kiss to your cheek every chance he gets

will keep an arm around your shoulders

or a hand around your waist

even just his hand in yours

is definitely the type to play with your fingers

or trace over the palm of your hand

it tickles ngl, but its so cute <3

the acts of service ╰(*´︶ `*)╯

we all know hes good at cooking

so it comes as no surprise when he randomly makes some food for you

it could be 2am on a week day

and he would still make you something

maybe give you some form of caffeine as an extra boost for whatever it is youre doing

HIS WORDS HIS WORDS HIS WORDS!!

hes honestly so sweet behind that sassy attitude of his

you could be laying in bed, looking like a slob

and he would just say

"look at my sexy doll"

yall blame him for the weird nicknames

i am merely the... interpreter

but he straight up gives the strangest compliments

ofc he has his sweeter ones

"you look so cute in my clothes"

i dont know man-

his compliments are better than that but my head is running on a 5am brain fart 😭

Jongho

JONGHO MY LOVE

MY LIFE

agh this boy

quality time

ofc ge does more than just that

but this is his main, okay?

sometimes his words fail him

and more often than not, his willingness to spend more than five minutes hugging is completely depleted

so this leaves quality time

he knows youre content with just his company

so he'll organise something nice to do a lot of the time <3

or the two of you will just sit in the same room and bask in the others presence

sometimes one of you will fall asleep

but its okay!

it just proves how comfortable you are with each other <333

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amistytown · 2 years

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The Sweetest in All Three Realms

Genre: hurt, comfort, & fluff

Pairing: Beelzebub & MC

Warnings: mentions of stress & anxiety

I’ve been having trouble writing lately, so this is probably far from my best, but I did give it my all and hope it turned out well in the end. This is for @aravenamoungdemons who won my giveaway and requested a reader insert with Beelzebub, cooking for him, and fluff and romance. I hope this is to your liking. As always, I apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors that may have gone unnoticed. Thank you to those who take the time to read my work; it’s greatly appreciated ♥

The House of Lamentation is veiled in shadow, the only sound the frantic beat of your heart as you pause outside the twins’ room with bated breath. Vividly, you recall Beelzebub’s rage, the dark aura that enveloped him and squeezed the air from your lungs, and how you cowered under his hardened gaze, your life flashing before your eyes. One bite of custard, and you found yourself at the Avatar of Gluttony’s mercy, a victim of his sin. You grew to love Beelzebub during your stay in the Devildom, his appetite huge though his heart bigger and love far stronger than you ever imagined, keeping you safe and warm even on the darkest of nights. However, you know his hunger consumes him at its worst. Guilt gnaws at you, and your heart drops into your stomach when the door opens.

“Sorry for waking you,” you whisper, finding it difficult to meet Beelzebub’s gaze, the look of concern on his face shaming you further. “I had an accident in the kitchen.”

“Accident?” he questions, furrowing his brow. “Are you hurt?”

“No.” The words fall from your lips slowly, hesitantly, voice wavering. “I’m fine.”

Stepping into the hall, his monstrous frame towers over you, and all you want is to bury yourself in his arms, seeking solace in his gentle embrace—free from your worries and responsibilities as you lose yourself in his affections. He rests a hand on your shoulder, soft yet firm, and your entire body is set alight by his touch; you missed your demon more than you realized.

“Then what’s wrong?” he urges you with an encouraging squeeze, and for a moment you allow yourself to delight in all he is—so sweet and pure, shining as bright as the sun in the dead of night—hoping for the best but expecting the worst. “You can tell me.”

“I . . . I didn’t mean to,” you stammer, glancing away. “All I wanted was a snack before bed, but I dropped it.”

“It?” He asks with a tilt of his head.

“Your custard. I knocked it out of the fridge. And now it’s all over the floor. I’m sorry.” Your apology comes out as an anguished sob, chest heaving and mind spiraling. Endless nights spent reading through notes and textbooks, struggling to finish your tasks, plagued by the fear of falling behind, disappointing everyone and destroying everything you worked for weighing heavily upon your shoulders. Only now do you reach breaking point, coming undone so easily after desperately trying to keep yourself together.

Disappointing Beelzebub upsets you most of all, the thought alone bringing tears to your eyes and causing your lip to tremble as you cry, angry at yourself for making such a simple mistake—for not being better—smarter.

Did Lucifer choose wrong—did you deserve to be standing here, welcomed back into the Devildom with open arms?

“It’s okay. It was an accident,” he soothes, cupping your face in his large hands. “Please don’t cry.”

“You’re not mad?” you sniffle, wondering why he treats you with nothing but kindness, touching you as if you’ll break, and smiling down at you lovingly, wiping your tears away.

“I could never be mad at you.” Effortlessly gathering you in his arms, he holds you close. “Let me take care of the custard, and then I’ll find us something to eat.”

“You don’t have to . . .”

“I know. I want to,” he insists. “You missed dinner again. I can’t let you go to bed on an empty stomach.”

“Thank you, Beel.” Kissing his cheek, his face glows and chest vibrates with laughter, the demon’s happiness bringing you comfort. “You’re the best.”

Laying your head on his shoulder, you relax against him, enjoying how weightless you feel, stress and anxiety momentarily forgotten as you listen to the steady beat of his heart. Beneath you his muscles ripple with each movement, exuding power—a power you’ve witnessed firsthand—but he’s careful of you, loving you softly, every touch of his hand and glance in your direction so tender—almost reverent—placing you above all else.

A demon, one of the seven lords of the Devildom, an embodiment of sin, though he’s angelic, loving and selfless, compassionate when most are not. You can taste his affections in the food he prepares you, fingers brushing your lips, and his smile growing seeing you’re happy and fed; that same smile brightening your day and giving you the strength to carry on.

Awaking in Beelzebub’s arms puts you at ease and causes your heart to swell, your body relaxed and warm in his hands; a wonderful start to the weekend. You turn your back on your studies—paying no heed to the open textbooks and scattered notes beckoning to you from the other side of the room—focusing on the gentle rise and fall of his chest and the heat of his touch. Admiring his peaceful expression, you wish you could spend the day in bed, wrapped tightly in his embrace.

However, you want to show your appreciation, grateful to the demon beside you for his unending love and support. A ray of sunshine cutting through the darkness, you bask in his light, knowing nothing but peace. He’s always by your side, loving you without hesitance, accepting you for who you are and not what you’re expected to be. You can’t put into words how much he means to you.

A nice calm morning in bed leaves you rejuvenated and ready to confront your fears, but your tasks can wait until tomorrow after a well-deserved break. The afternoon is planned out, and for the first time in a while excitement overcomes you, heart singing joyfully now that you’re free of your burdens. No longer caged, you take refuge in the kitchen—your safe haven—allowing the world to melt away by keeping your mind and hands busy. You spent many nights here, especially during your first year in the Devildom, baking your worries into meals and desserts that reminded you of home.

Today you cook with purpose and determination, choosing recipes Beelzebub will drool over once you’re finished. There’s more to the demon than his stomach. Nevertheless, the way his eyes shine and smile widens when you cook for him steals your breath away, your happiness immeasurable. You want him to taste every ounce of love you add to each recipe—your secret ingredient that never fails to satisfy his appetite.

“Can I have a taste?”

Beelzebub’s hand skitters across the counter toward the freshly baked cookies on the cooling rack, their sweet scent wafting through the air and enticing him further.

“Sorry,” you reply, taking his hand in your own and entwining your fingers. “You’ll have to wait.”

Before he can protest, you lean up to kiss the frown from his lips, earning a laugh as he pulls you closer.

“How’s that?”

“Delicious,” he hums with a smile. “I want another.”

A blush colors your cheeks, and you smile shyly in return, obliging him with another kiss. His hands find purchase on your waist, your skin hot under his fingertips, swallowing your gasp of surprise as he lifts you off the ground and onto the counter. His hunger is apparent in his kiss, fangs dragging over your lips and tongue tasting all you have to offer. He steals more than one with a growl that reverberates throughout his chest, fingers digging into your hips and holding you against him. Not one to protest, you revel in his affections, letting him take what he wants and giving him more without question. Completely breathless and heart pounding, you’re unable to hide your disappointment when he pulls away, his face flushed and smile now a blissful grin.

“You’re so sweet,” he sighs in contentment, placing a chaste kiss to your forehead as he scoops you up into a hug. “The sweetest in all three realms.”

“Beel!” you laugh, looping your arms around his neck. “If you give me some time, you can give the rest a taste later.”

“Okay,” he murmurs into your hair. “I’m looking forward to it.”

The next couple of hours pass in a blur, and you silently thank Belphegor for entertaining his brother while you finish and set everything up. You arrange a lavish picnic in the garden, the stars twinkling overhead and the flowers swaying in the light breeze, your hard work paying off and coming together to create the picturesque scene before you. Again, your heart begins to race as you make the finishing touches, ensuring it’s perfect while you await the guest of honor. There’s enough food to feed the entire House of Lamentation, but it’s for Beelzebub’s eyes and stomach only, specially made with the demon in mind.

The gate to the garden swings open, Beelzebub sniffing the air as he wanders over to you, mouth agape and drool dribbling down his chin.

“Surprise!”

“For me?” he asks, staring in awe.

You nod. “All for you.”

“Thank you!” There’s no warning, your feet leaving the ground as you’re lifted up into his arms. For a second you simply savor one another’s company, happy to escape the chaos, enjoying the peace and quiet.

“Actually,” you begin, kissing his cheek. “I wanted to thank you.”

“Thank me for what?”

“Being you.” Gazing into the beautiful purples of his eyes, you’re certain you love him with your entire being. “You’re always looking out for me, and I want to thank you for that. I love you.”

He laughs, a melodious sound, and says, “I love you too.”

Moonlight bathes the two of you in a silvery glow, washing over the decadent spread you poured your heart and soul into. You watch in amusement as Beelzebub finally sinks his teeth into your homecooked meal, attempting to slow his pace and relish the taste of it and sneaking kisses in between bites. This is happiness, you think, content to sit at his side and wipe the crumbs from the corner of his mouth. Even when the food is long gone, you take advantage of your time alone together, cuddling on the picnic blanket and watching the stars.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me beelzebub #obey me mc #obey me reader #requests #my writing

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