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devilish-mirage · 2 years

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Own me

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader (slight x Marc Spector)

Warnings; 18+ content, smut, piv, no protection/condom (seal it before you hit it, loves), slight sub!Steven, slight femdom!Reader, dom!Steven, basically Steven is a switch, cunnilingus, Woman On Top, yes to tension, slight angst for Marc

Summary; You were a mess, you tried to fix it by pretending that nothing happened but Steven has other plans for you.

Word count; 4,7k

A/n; No beta read, it's 3am rn and I just finished this bcs I couldn't sleep at all. I seriously went all out on this one, guys-

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You accidentally closed the door harshly, cringing as you heard the loud noise it made.

You bit your bottom lip and paced around the bathroom, trying to calm yourself down at least a tiny bit before you faced him again.

"How does it feels like having her here, Steven?" Steven threw a glare at Marc who was already looking at him with a teasing smirk.

"She's in the bathroom, changing into one of your clothes. You purposely choose your favorite sweater, right?"

Steven blushed, he didn't say anything, only coughing lightly and shifted his gaze elsewhere, anywhere else so he couldn't see the teasing smirk on his alter's face.

It's true, he did choose them because it's his favorite, he always wanted to see you in them so he took the chance when he saw it, it's not wrong, isn't it?

He caught the sight of your phone, still shining brightly between his covers. He tilted his head slightly, why does your screen looked familiar?

"Let's check."

Steven threw another glare at Marc, how could he say such things? Steven swear that sometimes Marc is his intrusive thoughts. "It's her privacy." his alter only shrugged his shoulders at him. "Yeah, but aren't you curious?" Steven shifted his gaze back to your phone, biting his lip. He couldn't lie and said that he wasn't but still.

"Maybe we could take a peek through her gallery?"

Now, that was a very tempting offer- he shook his head, shaking the thought away. He shouldn't do that, that's against your privacy but the way your phone light up is just so distracting, "If you don't want too, I'll do it." Marc folded both of his hand in front of his chest with a slight smirk, looking down at his alter, he's challenging Steven.

Steven sighed, looking at the bathroom door for a few seconds before heading towards his bed.

He couldn't gave Marc control, he wouldn't let him frontend because you're here right now, who knew what he'll do?

"Hey!" Marc shouted at him, offended.

Steven ignored him and sat down on the bed, muttering under his breath. "Alright, but just this once."

You looked at the mirror, opting to wash your face with water to clear your head. It didn't work though, you stared at your reflection while gripping the side of the sinks tightly as if it were to blamed for this awkward situation.

What should you do now? You can't just walked up to him and casually said 'hey, I may or may not have seen your nudes, didn't know why you're sending them to me but I'm not complaining though!'

"No! That's just plain stupid!"

You groaned and stared at the sweater that Steven gave you, it was a dark gray sweater that is obviously too big for you. Picking it up and brushing the fabric with your thumb and hesitantly bring them up to your nose, sniffing them.

It smelled exactly like Steven, light smell of balsam, and combined it with light musk and powder. There's also hints of rum and vanilla.

The smile unconsciously formed on your face, you've always wondered how he would smelled like up close and now that you knew you'd make sure you'll remembered this.

It suit Steven, the color gray and the scented sweater, somehow it makes you feel comfortable, at ease.

And then it hit you, "I must've gone crazy..." you frowned as you murmured under your breath, lowering down the sweater, how could you sniff your crush's clothes like that?!

You shook your head and took off all of your clothes, groaning slightly when you noticed that your underwear were also wet, you can't wear them but you can't exactly not wear them either.

You tried to look for a pair of pants but it seemed like Steven forgot to gave you one.

Fuck, what should you do?

Steven bit his lip, now he's feeling rather awkward that he's seen your screen. It was a picture of him from last night, he was wondering why you were staring at it pretty intensely earlier.

He didn't expect you to openly stared at this picture when he's near, is this a sign? Are you trying to tell him something?

"I guess it's time we make the move."

Steven bit his lip harder, trying to calm his rapid heartbeat, he couldn't think of any more reason than that and Marc's encouragement isn't helping either.

"It's only fair since she made the first move, right?"

"Marc,"

"What? You're also thinking about it."

It makes him shy but also proud at the same time that he could drew that expression out of you with just a picture. Imagine what kind of expression would you make if he gave you the real thing?

"Don't be a coward, Steven."

You stared at your pair of underwear before shuffling them inside your wet clothes, hugging the fabric close to your chest. You felt naked even though you're wearing Steven's oversized sweater.

You didn't even realized the size difference that you both had until you wore his clothes, the sweater was so big it stopped at the middle of your thighs.

Wait- isn't this such a cliche situation that you're in right now?

You felt like his girlfriend now that you've think about it. A girlfriend spending time at her boyfriend's flat on a rainy day wearing his sweater and nothing more underneath.

Is he trying to tell you something?

You shook your head, smiling at the thought, "He's not like that," you said to yourself but he did send you that picture though.

You gripped your hair, "It's all too confusing," taking a deep breath you stared at your reflection with a determined expression, "Let's just pretend that nothing happened, it's easy." you slapped both of your cheeks and forced a smile, "Yeah, you can do this y/n."

Steven on the other hand had 'accidentally' opened your nudes and has been staring at it for a couple of minutes now, he couldn't take his eyes of it no matter how hard he tried- well, Marc also wanted to stare at it but that's beside the point right now.

"Steven?" your voice startled him, he snapped his eyes towards your direction and his breath hitched.

You stare at him with a small smile, he could felt his dick twitched inside his sweatpants just by looking at you.

You looked so small and somehow sexy in his sweater, admittedly, he really did forgot to gave you a pair of pants but it's so worth it, you looked even better than his imaginations.

He had a hard time trying to contain himself because all he wanted to do right now is just slammed you down the bed and ravage your body to his heart content.

"Steven?" you repeated his name, he looked like in a trance, it's quite adorable really but why is he holding your phone?

Suddenly you realized something. Fuck, He's holding your phone!

Your voice snapped him from his trance, his mouth suddenly felt dry, he licked his lips before speaking, "y-yeah?" he didn't noticed that he had gripped your phone hard because he tried to stay put.

It's really getting hard, "Just like our friend down there."

He furrowed his eyebrows, glaring behind your figure where Marc is holding his laugh.

"Shut up."

"Excuse me?"

He shifted his gaze back at you and mentally cursed himself, how could he forgot that you're here?

He shook his head, "No, no, not you. It was um-" you raised an eyebrow, what is he supposed to say anyway? 'Hey, I have a crush on you and a boner rn, I also have an alter name Marc, he's a little bastard.'

No, he couldn't said it.

"Steven?"

Marc stared at his alter in disbelief, how dare he said that to him. Steven only ignored him again, putting all of his attention to you instead.

He took a deep breath and smiled softly at your direction instead, "No, nevermind."

You stared at him for a moment, Steven was always like that, saying things under his breath and you've been ignoring it, never questioning him because you thought that it's only one of his cute quirks.

You wanted to ask him but right now is not the right moment for that, you only nodded your head at him, standing there awkwardly.

"Tell her to sit down."

He tapped the bed beside him, you slowly sat beside him on the bed, scooting a little further away from him. He almost frowned at your action, he cleared his throat before speaking.

"You, uh, are you comfortable?"

You forced a smile on your face, nodding your head softly.

"Me? Oh, yes, yes I'm comfortable."

And then it was silence again, it was awkward and suffocating, you felt like if you didnt sort this out quickly your 'friendship' would came to an end. You don't want that.

"Y/n, I-"

"Steven, I-"

Both of you said at the same time, you nervously smiled at him and he mirrored you.

"You go first,"

"No, you go."

"You said it first."

"You said it second."

"That's why you should go first."

Steven looked the mirror for a few second, Marc was encouraging him to talk to you,

He looked down at his hands, suddenly feeling more nervous than awkward. He squeezed both of his hand, "You can do it, Steven."

"Alright, um, about the picture..."

He looked up at you, his eyelashes are so long and his eyes looked so beautiful like this, looking straight at you, you felt your heartbeat quickened.

"Oh! Yeah, yeah, I got that. You look good, I mean you always look good but like- you get it!"

He smiled at you, you're so nice, complimenting him like that, "You also look gorgeous, so pretty with that lingerie."

You furrowed your eyebrows, what did he just say? "What lingerie?"

Now it's his turn to be confused, "The one that you send to me last night?"

This is news to you, because what is he talking about?

"I- what?"

"You don't remember?"

You shook your head, looking down at your phone on his grasp.

He looked down at his hands, "Oh! I'm sorry, here you go."

You took your phone from his hands, unlocking them and scrolled up, he leaned closer, arms barely brushing by his close he is to you.

You bit your lips, feeling his warm bodies beside yours.

His body felt so warm even without touching you, you wondered how would it be when it's skin to skin.

"Oh, I did send it." you saw the picture and it was true that you've send him first. You cringed, how could you messed up so badly like this?

Steven was getting more nervous by the revelation, he's right, you indeed didn't meant to send it to him.

You noticed this and cleared your throat, catching his attention, "You're right, I do look good." You chuckled, trying to ease the tension and he followed you, shaking his head and leaned further.

"Yeah,"

You already missed his warmth.

You look at each other and laughed again, feeling the tension in the room started to deemed with each laughter that you've share.

"I'm sorry it was my mistake," you said with another laugh, his laughter slowly died down until he's just smiling, looking deep into your eyes.

"Mine wasn't."

"What?

"You said yours was a mistake but I meant to send mine."

He stared at you intensely as if he's trying to read your expression.

You were shocked beyond belief, all this time you've thought he only thought of you as a friend, a very good friend.

Sure, he's nice, he's always there to cheer you up, lifting your spirits in every way that he could and he's so charming you can't help but fell for him.

But for him to fell for you? That sounded like an unrealistic scenario. Him? In love with you? You just couldn't wrapped your head around the thought.

You opened your mouth and tried to said something, anything but you can't find your voice, not when he's looking at you like that.

Like you're the only one who's worthy of his attention, he looked desperate almost.

And that made you felt something you didn't knew you could.

The silence made him felt like his heart would burst out of his chest with each passing second, "Did you..." He started, he clenched both of his hands together, gathering his courage to talk again, "Regret it?"

He finally said it, the thought that was sitting on the back of his mind, haunting him since last night and now that he did, he's scared, he's terrified even, what if it was really a mistake? What if he ruined your friendship just because of this?

"No." you hurriedly said, shaking your head as you unconsciously moved closer to him. You saw the light in those eyes again, he gulped, gripping his hands tighter.

"No, I don't regret it."

You looked down to his lips, suddenly feeling yours dry and slowly swept your tongue on your bottom lip, wetting them and his breath hitched at the sight, he mirrored your action and does the same and now he can't seem to tear his gaze away from your lips.

It was like he's hipnotized by them.

"Can I kiss you, y/n?" he blurted it out and instantly regretted it, shaking his head and tried to talk again before you leaned closer to him, your hand already found his nape to pull him to you, kissing his lips hard and shutting whatever that he's trying to say next.

You didn't want to know, you didn't care, all that you care is having his lips on yours and it was so worth it.

He was startled but immediately kissed you back, tilting his head slightly to deepen it. Kissing you felt magical, he finally understood what the characters on his romance books meant by electric kiss, it was exactly this.

You felt him gripped your waist, he's kissing you hard and you felt like he's taking your breath away by how passionate he is, you loved it.

You could feel the desperation, the longing and the love. It leaves you breathless and you can't get enough of it but he suddenly pulled away, his breath are heavy as he smiled down at you with hooded eyes.

His eyes staring back to back from your lips to your eyes, as if he can't decided where to look but eventually he leaned closer again, brushing your lips together with each words that came out of his mouth.

"I've been meaning to do that for a while now,"

You gripped his shoulders in response, "I do too," you whispered as you stared at his lips, already wanting more after just a taste.

"Steven,"

"Yes, love?"

Fuck, he just called you love.

"Kiss me again."

He wasted no time and pulled you in for another kiss, you suddenly lift yourself up and felt him pulled you to him, you sat down on his lap, your fingertips trailed his nape upwards to his head, brushing his hair between your fingers before firmly gripping them.

He let out a low groan between the kiss and you felt it straight down to your core. You're so close but you couldn't help but want more as if this closeness is not enough, you craved more of him, to be even closer than you already are if it was possible.

Your hips started to sway with each movement of his lips, grinding down on him, making him pushed his hips upwards to you and then you felt it. You moaned at the sensation, he's so hard underneath you.

You pulled back and he chased your lips, leaning closer to follow your lips with furrowed eyebrows.

You bit your lip at the sight, he's fucking adorable.

He flickered his gaze to meet yours, breathing heavily and those eyes, god, those beautiful eyes or his. You couldn't help but thought that he looked so pretty like this and so desperate for you. It made you felt giddy and you loved this feeling.

You don't want this to end, not like this but you couldn't continue with the possibility of a one night stand with him, you're a selfish person and you're going to get what you want.

You placed your handsbon his cheeks, rubbing them softly. "I want you, Steven." you fingertips softly trailed down to his lips and rubbed them. He almost melted under your touch, gripping your arm and softly rubbed them, "I want you too, y/n." his voice was barely above whisper, you shook your head and he furrowed his eyebrows at you.

"Not just your body, nor just for tonight." you shifted your gaze back to his eyes, those beautiful chocolate eyes of his that you've grew fond of and leaned closer, lips brushing with each words that you've said.

"I want to own you and I want you to own me too."

You whispered, you could felt his dick twitched. He took a deep breath and gripped your arm tighter, trying to contained his lust and desires for you. Steven was not someone who had a good self control, he never was. Hell, he even masturbated at a alleyway because of your nudes.

And now hearing you talked to him like that isn't helping at all, you didn't have the slightest idea of how much control and affect you have on him.

"Y/n, You've already owned me for a long time." he looked deep into your eyes, you could see how desperate he is. "I want you too, please," you could felt his rapid heartbeat, it was beating as fast as yours are.

"Please, I want to own you." he gulped, leaning even closer, he's getting more and more desperate and it showed. "Can I truly own you, love?"

You nodded your head, smiling brightly as you planted both of your foreheads together, "You own me. I'm yours, Steven. I'm all yours."

He smiled before kissing your lips again, this time more aggressive than before. You hummed when you felt his hands moved up, slipping them inside his sweater, pulling away slightly with a teasing smirk, "no panties?" you playfully rolled your eyes at him but you can't help but smiled, "they were wet."

He laughed at your expression before kissing you again, gripping both of your waist as he teasingly moved his hands on your skin, you felt warm under his touch.

He circled his fingertips on your inner thighs, inching closer to your already wet pussy, he moved them so slowly you had to buckled your hips to met his fingers.

"Don't tease me, Steven."

You glared at him and he smiled at you with an innocent expression.

"I'm sorry, love. Where do you want me to touch you?"

You tightened the grip on his hair and he groaned in response, looking up at you, you've already stared down at him, as if you're challenging him.

He gulped, is he into this?

"That was an order, Steven." your tone was harsh and he felt something inside him stirred.

The answer is yes, yes he's very much into this.

"Right away, ma'am."

He said before lifting your body up with ease and softly lay you down on his bed, he positioned himself between your legs, you lift your legs to his direction and he took them, kissing your ankles softly as he stared down at you.

"You're beautiful," he murmured on your skin as he kissed down to your thighs making you squirmed underneath him. He's getting closer and closer to your heat and he finally position himself between your legs, you lifted up his sweater so he could look at your already dripping pussy better.

You wouldn't lie and said that you don't felt embarrassed but the way he looked at you, the way he looked at your cunt is making your pussy clenched around nothing.

"Can I please taste you, love?"

He finally said and looked up at you, you nodded your head in excitement and that's his cue to start devouring you.

He'd never done this before, he didn't knew what to do, all that he knew is that he wanted to taste you, he wanted to make you cum on his tongue.

"Lick the folds," Marc voice rang inside their shared headspace, Steven followed his instructions without a question.

"That's it, Steven. Now lick upwards, you see that bundle over there? That's the clit. Lick it, suck it, bite it softly, do anything that'll stimulate that little guy."

He hummed and that send vibrations to you, you lifted your hips to met his mouth, moaning his name out loud when he continued his action.

You wrapped your thighs around his head, squeezing him when you felt him suck your clit hard, your hand flew down and gripped his hair, pushing his hair down as if he isn't close enough to your sex.

"Steven, Steven!"

You moaned his name like a mantra, he gripped your waist and lift your hips upwards as he continued to play with your clit with his tongue.

He was getting the hand of it and he couldn't hear Marc's voice again but he couldn't careless, his only priority right now is you.

He licked down your entrance, sucking them and shaking his head when he felt your hard clit pressed against his nose.

You gasped, feeling the familiar feeling in your lower abdomen started to pool, gripping his hair harder you murmured, "keep going, keep going, please, don't stop, don't stop, Steven!"

You were in a trance, he ate you out so good you're seeing stars, you couldn't think of anything, you couldn't say anything other than moans and pleas of his name.

You came on his tongue, hard.

He didn't stopped, he kept sucking your entrance as if your cum was the sweetest thing he'd tasted and he just couldn't get enough.

You had to physically pulled him away by his hair, he groaned at the sensation, looking down at you with his mouth still wet from his previous activity down there.

Both of your breathing is heavy, you pulled him closer by the hair and he climbed on top of you, whispering sweet nothings to him as he leaned closer.

You licked your own juices from his lips and he groaned loudly, "that's so hot." he could felt his dick twitched inside his sweatpants for the umpteenth time tonight.

"I want them off, right now."

He quickly sat up, pulling his clothes and throwing them elsewhere until he's sitting there, fully naked while you impatiently pulled the sweater off your body, throwing it somewhere.

He tried to climbed back up but you stopped him by putting your feet on his chest, he looked down at it before tilting his head towards you.

"Can I be on top, baby?"

He eagerly nod at your suggestion, he sat down beside you and planted his back to his bed counter while you moved your body so you're on top of him, both of your hands were placed on his shoulders as you stared down at him.

He gulped when you hold his cock between your palm, slowly pumping it and he let out a strained moan, "the condom, fuck-" you shushed him by teasing his tip on your clit before smearing your juices all over them.

"I'm putting it in,"

"Yes, yes please."

He quickly put his hands on your waist, looking down at where you'll be connected soon, you smirked at his expression, you could tell that he's really eager.

Slowly you ease down on him, feeling him fill you up inch by inch. You groaned at the feeling, he's so big, he's filling you up so good, you've never been this full before.

You slowly grind on him, setting up a pace that had him groaning your name softly in response and you felt yourself clenched at the sound.

Fuck, he's so hot. His moans and expression are heavenly and it's turning you on more and more.

You couldn't hold it in any longer so you crouched between his legs, he stared at you confused but before he could say anything you lift your hips up and slammed down, he gasped.

You continued to slammed your hips down and just as he liked to imagined, he gripped both of your waist and slammed upwards, meeting you in the middle.

You screamed his name in bliss, throwing your head back and he leaned forward, kissing and biting your neck, leaving trails of marks and purple-ish hickeys on them.

He growled on your neck when he felt your pace started to slow down, you gripped his hair hard when he hugged your waist, making your knees fell besides both of his legs.

He wasted no time and started to pistols his hips upwards, making you rolled your eyes.

It doesn’t take long before you felt that familiar heat of sensation inside you. Slowly but surely building deep in the pit of your stomach as you felt the pleasure spreading through your body.

"Steven, baby, baby, fuck-"

You couldn't say anything, no matter how hard you tried to warned him the only sounds that were spilled from your mouth was strained moans of his name.

He hugged your body close to his, you could feel every inch of his skin itching through yours and you loved it.

"Y/n, y/n, you feel so good, so good, so good,"

He groaned beside your ears, sending electric wave through your body and core.

"Cum with me, please. I wanna cum with you."

He murmured feverishly, the gripped on your waist was getting harder and harder by each passing seconds, you could imagined the brushed he'd left but that wasn't your concern right now.

How could you think of anything else when he's fucking you so good like this?

You could felt it, the twitch on his dick and the sweet and heavenly feeling is already so near, just a little bit more.

"Cum, cum, cum- Steven!"

You gasped, feeling him slammed upwards and filling you up so good. You rolled your eyes as you felt your insides snapped at the sensation, squeezing him dry greedily and wetting them at the same time with your cum.

You stayed just like that, sweaty bodies pressed against each other accompanied by your heavy breathings.

"That was, wow."

You let a giggle escape your lips, trying to let the hug go but he hugged you tighter, "stay, please stay." he buried his face between your neck, murmuring those words on your skin.

You petted his hair, softly brushing them between your fingers, "I'm staying, love. Let's lay down, my thighs- no, my body is sore all over."

After a minute or maybe more passed he finally lets you go but he's still holding on to your waist as you positioned yourself in his arms, snuggling to his chest with a contempt smile on your face.

"It was amazing," you looked up at him, smiling brightly.

"You're amazing, Steven."

He felt his heart squeezed at the sight, he couldn't helped but thank Marc on his mind for giving him the courage to make a move on you.

After a few hours passed by Marc frontend, he could felt the sore muscles that was caused by your previous activity, he groaned and felt you squirm in his arms.

Marc saw everything from earlier but didn't say anything so he wouldn't ruined the moment between the both of you.

Still, he couldn't help but felt the jealousy seeping through him, it wasn't fair, he liked you too, he wanted to be with you too, why was it that you only looked at Steven?

He knew it's selfish but he wanted you to be with him too, to fall in love and be with you just like normal people would. But he's not normal and Steven looked so happy, you also looked happy in his arms. Steven's arms.

You looked so calm and contempt, he brushed your hair away from your face, he stared at your face for a moment, drinking your expression with a small smile painted his face.

He sighed and hugged your body closer, feeling your warmth on his skin, it was so comforting, he loved it.

He shook his head, kissing your forehead lovingly. He wanted to be selfish, just for once. He deserved happiness too, right?

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little-ars0n · 4 months

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Trapped Together – Part 3

A Kaine x Miguel fanfic

(nsfw) ← +18!!

The Spider-Society – Birthday Party

Laughter spread throughout the enormous room. The walls were decorated with colorful bunting, along with a huge banner that said "Happy Birthday Peter!". The birthday boy greeted his dearest colleagues, including Miguel, who, obviously, kept his mask on at all times. Peter rested his arm on Miguel's shoulder, as always invading his personal space. "Miguelll!, why don't u take that mask off?, i'm sure i have some sunglasses somewhere-" Miguel frowned, he wasn't in the mood. He had a lot of things on his mind, his job, the anomalies, Kaine...- ah, of course it's all work stuff, of course. "Come ooon don't make that face, why don't you drink something?, i'm sure some alcohol will help you relax." The birthday boy left to get Miguel something to drink, and soon 616 Peter arrived, sunglasses in one hand. "Hey dude." Miguel raised an eyebrow at his gesture, and sighed heavily. Finally he relented, and put on the sunglasses. It was good to see his face from time to time, as stoic as he was. "I know you don't like birthday parties but-" "It's not that i don't like them. I just... have a lot to do." "I know, i know. 'The fate of the multiverse'." Peter mocked. Miguel gave him a stern look. "I'm just kidding. It's good to see you having some fun." Peter seemed to have a lost gaze, as if he were looking for something, or someone. "What you looking for?" "Oh, i'm just..." Peter sighed. "I thought Kaine would come." Miguel was silent for a moment, he also thought the same thing. "Maybe he's late, he's not the type to arrive on time. I'll go drink something, need anything?" Maybe a couple of drinks wouldn't hurt. "Anything... i don't know, you choose." "Aight, you're in good hands!" Another Peter went to get Miguel something to drink. He could finally be alone, until... he saw a familiar silhouette in the distance, oh, it can't be. He did come.

That male body in a red suit that was slowly approaching, swinging its hips from side to side, was almost hypnotizing. That silhouette knew how to stand out from the crowd thanks to its height, and its long, shiny hair did not help it go unnoticed. Miguel felt like his heart was racing when he saw him like that, and he quickly looked away as soon as those dark eyes landed on him. Play it cool Miguel, play it cool. "(Shock... he looks so..-)" "Heyyy Miguel!, look what i brought you, margaritaaas-" Peter stood with margarita glasses in hand, watching as Kaine approached. Kaine stopped in front of the two. That black biker jacket he was wearing didn't stop him from showing off his waist, and that's what Miguel found so...- "Hey." "Kaine!, you came!" Peter rushed over to hug him, spilling some of his drink on the floor. "Yeah- are those margaritas?" Oh no. "Yeah, you want some?" "Sure i do." "I'll go bring one for you-" "No, no..." Kaine took two of the glasses Peter had. "I'll drink these, you go get more." "Oh- alright, i won't be long!" And so, Peter left Kaine and Miguel alone, again. The music became louder, and it didn't take long for the guests to start dancing. Miguel watched Kaine drink, nervous. He didn't feel like this before, why now? Maybe because of that... bun that looks so good on him... oh god. "(Just say something.)" "... You look hot." He quickly covered his mouth, saying it accidentally, or well, his intrusive thoughts got the better of him. Although Kaine didn't seem to hear it well over the loud music. "What??" "... I said i like your jacket!" "Ohh-" The lights slowly went out, leaving only flashing colored lights that added to the party atmosphere. Miguel watched as Kaine finished the drinks, although before finishing the last one, he looked at Miguel and offered it to him. "You want some??" Miguel observed the content of the drink for a few seconds, until he accepted his proposal and drank the little that was left. And so, the night remained young.

Suddenly the birthday boy returned after a while, clearly drunk, although he had a few glasses of vodka with him. "Heyyyyy... Miguel! *hip* lo..ook what i brOught youU.." "Oh god, Peter-" As Miguel helped Peter keep his balance, Kaine let out a laugh at his state... although he was also starting to feel dizzy. "Ooh, thanks Pete. I'll take these..~" And just like that Kaine started drinking the vodka shots, but Miguel stopped him. "Hey, i think that's enough." "Oh shut up and drink thisS!" Kaine made Miguel drink the other shots that were left, and to be honest, Miguel was enjoying it, so he let himself go. The minutes passed, and they both tried almost all the strong drinks that were on the bar. Suddenly Ben appeared, in the same state, disheveled, and with several curious kiss marks on his cheek. He took Kaine's hand and dragged him with him to dance. "Come oOnn let's goo, just one dance!! just oneE!!" "Noo noo! i don't wanna... no, get off me you jerkk!!" "Pleaseee just one!" "Fuck.. finEe... but you come with me tOo!" "WHA-?!" Kaine quickly took Miguel by the hand and led him to Ben, forcing them to dance to the music. With how drunk they both were, it was the perfect opportunity for them to have fun, to have a moment of genuine happiness in which they forgot about their problems, and it was funny to see how they tried to keep their balance with each step too. They danced for a long time until they were sweating, occasionally bumping into each other. "(what the shock... am i doing... i should stop, drink some... some water... but...)" Miguel couldn't take his eyes off Kaine, who was slightly disheveled, but that only made him look more attractive than he already was. "(god i don't wanna stop looking at him...)"

Kaine suddenly stopped and stumbled, but Miguel was there to catch him. Kaine moved closer to his ear as he clung closer to him. "I think... i think i ne..ed to throw uUp.." Miguel was surprised and hurried to take him to the bathroom. Once there, Kaine fell to his knees in front of the toilet, holding the edges and enduring nausea. Miguel felt the need to caress his back, but as soon as he approached him, Kaine raised his head. "Uhh... fal..se alarm... im oK.. mmg-" He tried to stand up, but he got dizzy, and fell into Miguel's arms. Kaine placed his hands each on his arms to maintain balance, and looked up to see him in silence. He looked him up and down, and exhaled heavily. "You know... i do..nt like men but... if you look at me with those lips..." He gave a soft laugh and bit his lip. "Fuck." Kaine couldn't resist it anymore, and leaned close to Miguel to kiss him, savoring those full, soft lips that he had been seeing all night. Miguel was not far behind and rushed to hug his waist, he was not going to let him go now. Both tongues, tasting of bitter liquor, fought to dominate the kiss. Miguel's large hands slid down Kaine's curvy waist, passing where he no longer considered himself respectful. He couldn't resist it, and gave his butt a squeeze. That made Kaine gasp. "I'm sorry.. should i sto- mmph!~" Kaine silenced him with another kiss, one just as deep and passionate as the last one. Miguel felt Kaine take his hand and guide him to continue playing as he pleases. "(i shouldn't... we shouldn't be doing this here... but... Ay dios.)" And just like that Miguel cornered Kaine against the wall, continuing that fight between their tongues. Kaine wrapped his arms around Miguel's neck to keep him close, and they only separated when air began to become thin between their mouths. Kaine gave a small smile and laughed softly. Both of their breaths were labored. "You know... i thought you were a s..erious man... but this?" Kaine squeezed the bulge in Miguel's pants with one hand, his grip firm. Miguel let out a soft gasp, his cheeks were red and burning. "... This is... interesting..~" "O-Oh... shock... mmfh..." Miguel was quick to pick up Kaine, allowing him to hug him with his legs while he held him with a firm grip on his butt. Kaine clung to him and kissed him again, biting his lower lip to tease him. Miguel was not far behind, as he began to leave wet kisses on his neck, while he poked his butt with his erection.

Meanwhile at the party...

Both Ben and the birthday boy were dancing with the rest of the spiders, until they ran into Peter, who was looking everywhere for Kaine. "Hey guys... did you see Kaine somewhere?" Ben looked around, as drunk as he was he could barely focus his gaze. "Uhh... i don't... i don't think so-..." The birthday boy looked at Peter and tried to remember where he saw Kaine. "Didn't he gO to the bathroom with Mig..uel???..." Both Peter and Ben looked at him confused. "Miguel???"

Back with the horny spiders...

Kaine couldn't wait much longer, so he began trying to remove the top part of his suit. Miguel quickly stopped him, worried that someone might find them half-naked. "W-Wait... we should find a private place..." "UugH i don't think i can swing arOund New York with an erEction aND drun..k..." Kaine was right, neither of them were in any condition to swing around town. The last thing Miguel wanted was to stop what they were doing, so he carefully lowered Kaine and hurriedly opened a portal that led directly to his apartment. He pushed Kaine back, and as he fell Kaine could feel the softness of a king-sized bed. "WhoAh-... well this is... better..~" Miguel stood in front of him for a few seconds to admire the scene, and then he knelt on the bed to begin helping Kaine undress, while he leaned in to kiss him passionately. He began by removing his jacket, and then slowly raised the top part of his suit, so that he could finally see him with a naked torso. He bit his own lip with a deep blush on his cheeks. "Shock..." Kaine gave a small, mocking laugh, leaving his hands at his sides on the bed. "What's that?..~" "W-What?" "«Shock, shock, shock»... you keep saying that..~" "O-Oh... well-" "It sounds kinda stupid..~ what does it even mean?~" Uh-oh, Miguel didn't liked that. While Kaine was distracted by his criticism of the strange word, Miguel was quick to undress him completely. Finally with Kaine naked, Miguel deactivated his suit and took off his sunglasses. Then, he extended an arm to rummage through drawers and take out a bottle of lubricant that he curiously had saved... we're not going to delve too deeply into that. He poured some lubricant into his hand and began to spread it around his erect member while he stared at Kaine, who rambled between words, although he was just as hard as Miguel. "(...) I can't blame you tho... you futuristic people have a lot of strange w-WOR..DS!!..~ F-FUCK!~" Miguel had already entered inside him in one simple movement. He let out a groan at how tight it felt, while Kaine arched his back and gripped the sheets tightly. "It means... that..~" "O-Oh god- m-mm..~! ... f-fuck you..~" Miguel gave a victorious smile and began to move his hips slowly, holding Kaine's legs firmly to keep them wide open. "You're so- mmgh..~ tight..~" "W-Well d-do something about it..~" "Of course i will..~♡" Miguel's movements slowly began to become faster and deeper, managing to extend Kaine's interior and being able to move more freely. "That's better..~" Miguel's grunts and gasps were nothing compared to the sounds Kaine produced. "O-Oh f-fuck!~ a-ah- m-mmfg!!~ s-shit- M-Miguel!~" "(S-Shock... the sounds that he's making could make a prostitute blush...)" Hungry for more, Miguel began to thrust into him in order to reach the most sensitive spots. He placed his forearms on the sides of Kaine's head, on the mattress, so as to remain a few inches from his face. Kaine could feel Miguel's heavy breathing against his own face, and hear him grunt each time he entered him once more.

As the hours passed, Miguel couldn't get enough of hearing his name being moaned over and over again. It was like music to his ears to hear how desperate Kaine was on the verge of his orgasm, and he was more than happy to repeat it more times throughout the night. "A-Ay mierda... mírame, mírame." He grabbed both of Kaine's cheeks with one hand to make him look at him, and thus gave him soft kisses on the lips while he fucked him. Kaine's neck was marked with multiple hickeys and bite marks, and Miguel's back was completely covered in scratch marks.

After several rounds without rest and almost breaking the bed, they both lay down on the bed completely tired. As drunk and exhausted as they were, they fell asleep within seconds of touching the pillow.

Earth-928 — New York • Miguel's house

It was already morning, although the room was kept dark, of course. Kaine began to wake up slowly, with a severe migraine and a lot of body pain. He opened his eyes slowly, it was difficult for him to focus his gaze. He stroked his head at the pain, and looked to his side... "(WHAT?!-)" He sat in his place with a shocked expression, because he had just remembered everything that had happened last night, everything he did, everything they did. He turned his head back, being able to see Miguel's broad back, covered in his own scratches... oh god. "(No... no no no no...)" He quickly got up and ran to grab the first mirror he could find, only to find that his neck was covered in marks that Miguel had made. "(This can't be happening to me!)"

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todoshotoroki · 3 years

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𝐼𝑡 𝑊𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝐻𝑢𝑟𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑆𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝐿𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒

Warnings: smut, mutual masturbation, oral f receiving, f reader cheating on Bakugou x pervy Deku. 〤 Minors DNI

Word count: 2.6k

I shouldn't. That’s exactly what ran through Izuku’s mind as his rough, scarred fingers traveled south, deciding to distract himself by staring up at the dark ceiling of his bedroom. What time was it now? If he had to guess, he’d say close to 2 am. I won't. He promised himself he wouldn’t play into this far away dream of his, it only made it harder to look you in the eye. That’s why his fingers played with the hem of his shirt, instead of slipping into the waistband of his shorts like they usually did at this time of night. But fuck, he really wanted too.

It was difficult enough to resist his sexual fantasies about you, but deciding to become roommates with one of his best friends, and childhood crush, only made it that much harder, and he wondered why he put himself in these situations. Oh yeah. That's why.

He could hear them. Your moans through the wall.

The 2 bedroom apartment you two shared had paper thin walls, or it could have been that Deku purposely aligned his bed to be on the same wall as yours. Either way, You had a boyfriend. But still, every thought that ran through his mind was dirty.

If only Kacchan knew of the things Izuku Midoryia thought of at night, there would be nothing stopping the explosive blonde from trying to kill him.

Though Deku could feel his resolve slipping, the further his fingers slipped past the waistband of his shorts, the less he found himself caring. He knew it was wrong, he had absolutely no right to invade your privacy like this, especially just to further fuel his own addiction that was you. But all of those thoughts that had at first been restraining Izuku from taking things further, slowly morphed into guilt as he began to accept the fact that he was simply too deeply in love with you.

Although he knew he’d forever be stuck in the friendzone, he couldn't help feeling blessed to be able to live with you. It made it easier to imagine spending your life together, waking up and having breakfast with you, starting your day just to come home to each other at night. It was only a shame that he could never wake up with you in his bed, but he didn't want to be too greedy. There had to be a line drawn somewhere.

That line was drawn when Katsuki started showing up more often, about a month ago.

Ever since then, the distance between the two of you was slowly, but gradually increasing. Izuku couldn't stand it, it physically hurt him not to see you every day. It pained him to know that the moaning on the other side of the wall wasn't because of him. Sure, Katsuki wasn't here tonight, you had to be touching yourself. But still, he wanted it to be him.

Fuck, he could make you feel so good if you let him.

On the one night Deku did overhear you and Bakugou having sex, he could tell you weren't enjoying yourself. He was sure you didn't like it rough, or at least, that’s what he told himself as he listened to your high pitched whines that night, engraving them into his memory. Given the chance, Izuku would take his very precious time with you while savoring every moment. “Y/n..” His fingertips grazed the wall as he whispered, as his dominant hand fully disappeared into his shorts.

He wondered what you were thinking about. Was there any part of you that ever pictured it to be him with you in those scenarios? Did you think of him when your finger’s ended up not being able to reach to places he could?

“Hff, hmph, mmh” The sounds you made grew a bit louder, and Izuku finally allowed himself the pleasure of wrapping his hand around his cock.

You were trying to be quiet, he could hear your beautiful voice being muffled. Were you biting onto your pillow to conceal your moans? Please don't.. Please, louder, for me.. He always knew you were dirty, there was no way he wasn't crossing your mind right now. Even if all it ended up being trying not to let him hear you, he was still on your mind in this exact moment, and that was enough for Izuku’s cock to throb painfully hard in his pants.

“Fuck, fuck, shit.. Mmph”

Izuku pushed aside every remaining bit of guilt for the moment, and pulled his cock free from its confinements. You were getting close, he had spent too much time belittling himself for invading your privacy, so much so that he had to speed up the movements on his cock to catch up. He let out a low groan, and his bottom lip was caught between his teeth.

His eyes closed, and his head leaned back into the pillows. He felt like he was high on every noise you made, so it didn't take him long to get close enough to his orgasm. Now, all he had to do was wait for you.

Fuck, he’d wait as long as it takes.

The rough hand tugged at the veiny length of his cock, using his index finger to tease the head of his cock and smear precum up and down his shaft. He could picture it, you in your bed just inches away from him, your back arching so beautifully. Izuku wondered what would happen if he accidentally let your name slip from his mouth. It was possible you could hear his moans, after all, he could hear yours.

His hand gripped tighter around his cock, quickening its pace at the thought. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Tonight just had to be full of slip ups, he felt as if his body was completely throwing away its self restraint. “Fuck, Y/n” It was loud too. He didn't mean it, he wasn't supposed to let the intrusive, impulsive, naughty thought win. The second he did, he slapped his free hand over his mouth as tears pricked at the corner of his eyes. Instant regret. You’d probably tell him you're moving out tomorrow now.

“Izuku-” You were cumming.

Midoryia couldn't even begin to believe his ears as he came all over his chest, within seconds from the shockwave your voice had sent through him. The hand at his mouth fell to his side, desperately clutching onto the sheets beneath him for some form of support. “Shit- you- Y/n, you sound so pretty” He was sure if you hadn't heard him before, then you had to have heard him now. “So sexy, Angel”

Izuku’s mind ran rampant with all the possibilities that could have been the reason for you to moan his name, but he found it hard to focus as the floodgates of his emotions were ripped open. Were you thinking of him beforehand? Had you been holding it back and it accidentally slipped out? Did you hear him and then fucking moan for him?

Was it him saying your name that made you cum?

He had to know.

Deku didn't have time to think over his actions, nor did he realize you had suddenly went quiet on the other side of the wall. He was already out of bed, his feet stomping across the floor as he swung his door open. He stood right outside your bedroom door, staring at it while panting for breath as the rest of his face flushed red.

“Y/n” His voice was a cautious, but gravelly whisper. He thickly swallowed down his nerves, and rested his forehead up against the door with a ‘thump’.

It was silent still, forcing Izuku to overthink this entire situation. Did you really say his name? Or had he been so far into his fantasy that he just happened to make it up?

Did he fuck up?

He listened to the soft patter of your feet against the carpet, and he stepped back to see the door swing open in front of him. His breath hitched in his throat, and his eyes slowly widened as he licked his suddenly very dry lips at the irresistible sight. You stood in front of him, your hair messy, your cheeks flushed just as red as his. The only thing stopping Izuku from seeing your naked body was a thin, white sheet that you had bunched around your torso that just covered below your hips.

Neither of you could say a word, Deku couldn't tear his gaze away from you, and you couldn't look him straight in the eyes, choosing to glance at everything but him.

Slowly, experimentally, Izuku stepped forward to see if you would choose to let him into your bedroom or not. His heart was racing so quickly, he wondered if you could hear it or not, because at the moment, it was the only sound that filled his ears.

His mouth ran dry once again as your grip on the door handle tightened, but you stepped to the side, allowing your roommate into your personal space. He closed the door, and turned to look at you. “Y/n..” He began, taking another step forward. Both of you were already sweating, and as Deku lifted his hand to cup your cheek and force you to look at him, the temperature of the room only grew.

“P-please, don't think any less of me” His eyes scanned over your face once more, taking in your shocked expression before closing his eyes and passionately pressing his lips to yours. He knew this was all wrong, Kacchan was in love with you, he had to listen to his friend rant about how he wasn't sure about confessing to you or not. And when he finally did, Deku felt like he was pulling the rug beneath his feet.

He didn't care right now.

It didn't matter when you were in his arms, his mouth pressed into yours.

Midoryia opened his mouth to run his bottom lip against yours, begging for entry as he slowly began to back the two of you up until the back of your knees hit the bed. The sound of wet lips slapping against each other was enough to fill the void of everything left unsaid, because Izuku’s teeth tugging desperately on your bottom lip felt too damn good.

As your back fell into the messy, fluffy comforter underneath you, Deku’s hands landed on your hips, shoving you backwards until your head hit the pillows. He hovered over you the entire time, afraid to detach your lips from his and let you get away. As you reached your destination, your hands reached up to grip at his tousled green locks, gripping onto them tightly to pull his face away from yours.

Izuku let out a small whine of protest as your lips parted with his, but with the way your hand pulled at his hair made everything in his body tell him to listen to you. “Izuku..” Your eyebrows furrowed, and your bottom lip was caught harshly between your teeth. Deku watched your expressions with a dreamy sigh through half-lidded eyes. “Talk to me baby”

He leaned down, ghosting his lips along your jaw before settling a wet, sloppy one right behind your ear. “Tell me what you wanna say, I'll listen” He reveled in the way your eyes closed, and your mouth fell open as if you wanted to respond, but the feeling of his tongue and teeth scraping against your jawline was too distracting. He didn't even realize it when his hand ghosted up your inner thighs, slowly inching the sheet up your legs.

“W-we shouldn't do this- what about- about Katsuki”

Ouch.

Deku closed his eyes, slowly taking a brief inhale as he ceased his attack of sloppy kisses. “Forget about him” He whispered in your ear, nudging his nose against your jawline affectionately. “He won't know, he doesn't ever have to know” He tried his best to sound comforting, gentle, affirming.

Maybe you just needed a little encouragement. He needed to show you what he could make you feel. “I just wanna make you feel so good Angel…” He confessed, his hand slipping underneath the sheet to ghost along your very sticky thighs. “Your already soaking wet for me, so dirty Y/n”

He started his kisses once more, this time they began on your neck, slowly trailing down to your shoulder, then your collarbone. Soft little gasps left your lips, a fresh wave of cold air hitting you with each kiss of his that drifted lower than the last, before his lips ghosted along the sheet that had just barely been able to hide your nipples. “I just want to please you, pretty girl”

“Zu-Izuku but i-i-”

“Shh, baby, let me be your secret sin” His teeth gripped the sheet, just barely tilting his head back enough for it to fall down your sides when he let it go from his mouth. He groaned at the sight of your hard, perky nipples right in front of him. He looked up at you in a fuzzy haze, a small bit of drool falling off his tongue and onto your nipple as he panted from above you.

“Y/n.. please, you have total and complete control of me..” Deku’s eyes travelled from your breasts to the lusted over look in your eyes. He could see how badly you wanted him, and was clear about how much he needed you at this point. He had come this far, to turn back and act like nothing happened now would kill him. “So just, let me show you how good you could have it with me”

You let out a strangled, conflicted whimper in response, your body squirming nervously under your roommate’s intense gaze. “Okay, ‘Zuku- hhnmh-” Midoryia couldn't wait any longer, the second the new nickname fell from your lips, his tongue ran across your nipple that had already been soaked with his spit from simply hovering over you. You let out a gasp as his teeth gently nipped at the bud. “N-no marks, can’t let.. Him see- fuck, Izuku”

Deku’s hand yanked the sheets from your body, completely airing you to the cold. No marks. He knew that, after all, it was his life on the line here. But something about you bringing him up again made him want to clear your head of any other thoughts but him. “Your skin is delicious” You looked embarrassed at his praise, and it only pushed him to go further.

He looked up at you through dark, hooded green eyes as his tongue traced a line down the middle of your stomach. It was beautiful, better than his imagination as he felt you arch your back to press further into his mouth the closer he got to the precious place between your legs. He had yet to break eye contact, taking your legs and hiking them over his shoulders.

His hot breath fanned across your clit, forcing you to bite the inside of your cheek in embarrassment and look away from the man between your thighs. “Hey” You yelped as his sharp teeth gently nipped the skin on your leg. “Don't look away from me, watch what I can do to you” As you met his gaze again, he leaned forward with a devious smile, and flattened his tongue to lick a long stripe up your sopping clit. “What I can do for you”

Deku was more than satisfied to be between your legs, he knew he could die here, and if Kacchan ever did find out, Izuku would still be left with no regrets. His only regret would have been leaving this world without at least getting to taste you.

“ ‘M gonna make you cum all over my face Angel, ‘m gonna make you mine forever”

Yeah, with your legs wrapped around his head, suffocating him as you moaned and arched into his tongue and yanked at his curls like this, Izuku Midoriya would die a happy man.

𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ♡

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hqcult · 3 years

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SWITCHING POSITIONS ## akaashi keiji

doms and subs are overrated. it's hella fun being a switch and keiji couldn't agree more.

. tw smut, switch! akaashi, switch! reader, some baby girl and baby boy calling, mommy kink, sir kink, drunk sex, unprotected sex (dont try this at home), oral (m receiving), creampies, slight degradation . wc 3.8k

the night is young. as young a night gets for two college students after finals week. while countless people from different frat houses have already invited you to come to their year-end parties, you never really enjoy that scene. it's too much of an effort to dress and doll yourself up when, after such a stressful week, you just want to wind down and get drunk here in your dorm with your best friend.

plus, keiji tells way more compelling stories than boys you've encountered at parties and that's saying something, considering you had been drunk as a skunk but didn't find them funny at all.

yeah. offense.

right from the get-go, you figure he's never one for small talk but there's a fondness in his eyes when he talks about his days as a volleyball player. he becomes more loose-lipped, sharing to you memories of his teammates and games. you really didn't care whatever topic he chose to talk about, you just know you'll listen to him anyway. it's great listening to him talk with that comforting voice of his.

"you know," you lean your head back against the couch, cozying up in your hoodie. "maybe you should start a part-time job as a youtuber. you can be one of those people who do asmr videos or something." you chuckle, finding the random thought amusing.

"but i'm already on a full-ride. i don't think i need to get a part-time job," he lies comfy on your couch. one arm hanging, hands over the can of beer.

you sighed staring up at the ceiling. "lucky. it's hard maintaining grades when your professors are a bunch of snobby assholes who don't care about their students."

his knee nudges the back of your head lightly. "don't say that," he scolds. "that's bad. they're still your teachers."

always so polite.

just as you reach forward for another slice of pizza, akaashi speaks again, eyeing you thoughtfully. "well… maybe i can start an asmr channel and we can split the money i earn."

you laugh, torso turning around to face him. you bring the beer can up to offer a toast.

"see, this is why i love you, keiji."

after clicking his can with yours, you turn around to have a bite of your pizza — completely missing the red flush on his cheeks, thrown off-guard by the strong proclamation you just made, albeit he knows you probably meant it in a platonic way. he didn't know what to say next so he took another swig of his drink.

he doesn't know. really. what triggered him to look at you as something way more than a normal friend would. for someone so self-aware as him it's frustrating not knowing how and when his feelings for you even changed. because the only time he realized he was knee deep into liking you was when he was also at the brink of losing you.

which reminds him…

"what happened to that guy you were texting two weeks ago?" he asks.

"ah, him? he's too… what's the word, assertive? intrusive? i don't know — it's like he wants to monopolize my time. like he wants my whole world to revolve around him and it's… kinda creepy actually."

akaashi scoffs, sitting up to get a slice of pizza. "you guys were only talking for two weeks."

"i know! that's what i'm saying!" you say, hands wildly gesturing to and fro. he's afraid you might spill the beer. "like — dude. maybe it's either he needs to chill the fuck out or i'm just not into doms. or maybe he's a walking red flag."

he hums thoughtfully, slumping next to you on the floor before dusting his hands off from pizza crumbs. "he's a red flag. obviously."

"okay but random thought: doms are overrated," you reach forward to open another can of beer, thinking out loud. "subs too. i feel like it's kinda tiring being a top as much as it is being a bottom. being a switch, on the other hand, is like getting the best of both worlds and who wouldn't like that? it's some good hannah montana shit."

now akaashi keiji can't help but laugh at that. "are you drunk? how did our conversation end up this way even."

you bump his shoulder, laughing with him before drinking your beer. "oh, come on. humor me a little, keiji. think about it. i'm right. aren't i?"

"and how do you know?" he turns his head towards you. "have you been a top? or bottom —"

"i have," the smile you gave him sent butterflies to his stomach. "both. back in my all-girls high school. being a bottom's not too bad but… eh, still. i'd rather just be a switch. it's exhausting to top all the time."

"don't i know it," akaashi mutters under his breath. flashbacks of all those awkward and embarrassing endeavors filling his mind. "guys are always expected to top. it's like a stereotype. can't i just sit back sometimes and follow orders, too?"

he feels the heat crawling up his neck and it makes him shrug off his jacket, leaving him with the plain white shirt underneath.

"i can give you orders."

akaashi almost chokes on his beer.

"you literally just said it's exhausting to top."

you shrugged. "yeah, but — i mean, it is! it is but… you know."

he can see exactly how embarrassment is taking over your features and he wants to stop and move on from the conversation. he wants to. he should. but there's an inkling feeling inside him that doesn't because he wants to see how this unfolds. his heart is beating erratically and he can't take his eyes off you since that little comment you made.

"i'm sorry," you chuckle, a dismissive tone in your voice. "nevermind. anyway…"

akaashi shouldn't entertain his thoughts.

it's improper. you're his best friend. literally one of the few people who he's managed to befriend in college. he can't lose you. he can't risk being awkward with you. his not-so-platonic feelings for you should never get in the way of that. never. plus, you're both intoxicated right now and you were probably just kidding around. akaashi isn't that kind of guy. he respects you. he should dismiss the conversation but —

"then give me orders."

you froze. eyes widening as you stare at the forgotten netflix movie playing on your laptop, unable to look at the man sitting next to you. afraid of the weight of his stare. you didn't know why you blurted out whatever you did a few seconds ago but you never thought he'd entertain it. not that you mind, anyway. this is your best friend we're talking about. well-mannered akaashi keiji with the ocean eyes hiding behind those cute square glasses.

the akaashi keiji you've been crushing hard on since you saw him at the freshman orientation two years ago.

"would you… spread your legs for me?"

light rustling can be heard as the microfibers of his socks drag against the carpeted floor. just as you reach forward to push back the coffee table, akaashi beats you to it and does it for you. making sure to push it far so you won't accidentally hit your back on the edges.

with one smooth swing of your leg, you're sitting snug on his lap. the rough fabric of his jeans grazing your thighs as your hands tremble whilst dragging down the planes of his torso.

akaashi grabs your hands, stopping you.

"you look hesitant. you don't need to do this if you don't want to." his tone is low, understanding as always.

you look at him straight in the eye. leaning forward until your lips are all but grazing each other as you spoke. "i want to. i want you."

you dive down to start peppering kisses down his neck and you hear him let out a shaky sigh. you lick a stripe up the side of his neck before kissing the shell of his ear. "go on, keiji. you can touch me. don't you want to touch mommy?"

you feel him shudder, his dexterous fingers mapping random lines underneath your hoodie, slowly raking higher and higher until he's saying "mommy, please take it off" in low hushed tones. the blush in his cheeks prominent as he can't seem to stare at you in the eye. so cute. so submissive. so stupid thinking you'll let him undress you so easily.

"did i say you can take it off?" you hiss, reaching down to cup him from over his jeans and shoving his hands off you. "don't tell me baby boy is being bad, are you being bad? i thought my baby keiji's a good boy for his mommy."

"but… but i am a good —"

akaashi hisses, knees jolting when he feels you tracing circles on the insides of his thighs with the tip of your nails. for someone who just claimed they didn't like topping, you're doing an impeccable job at it and he doesn't know whether or not he loves it or hates it. when your sneaky little hands unbutton his jeans and teasingly pulls the zipper down, okay, no, he definitely loves it. the determined look in your eyes as you pin your gaze on his features, watching like a hawk at every furrow of his brow, of every sharp intake of breath, every time he throws his head back.

"if you're such a good boy why don't you strip for mommy, hm? won't my baby boy give me a show?" he can't take his eyes off you as you smile, sultry, leaning over to lick at his bottom lip as your ass slowly grinds against his jeans. how merciless you are, when you gave him a peck and pulled away. "go on. strip and sit on the couch."

blindly reaching around the coffee table, you grabbed whatever beer you can hold before raising it up to your lips and staring at him over the rim of the can as he throws his shirt off. you suck in a breath when his abdominals come into view. his torso lean and smooth, siding a little more on the petite size with a tiny waist. and you shamelessly check him out even more when he leans over and hooks his thumbs under his jeans, pushing it down.

you didn't speak until you saw the black waistband of his boxers.

"those, too."

he pauses, looking a little lost. "i'm sorry, what —"

"everything, baby boy. i want everything off… including those boxers. wanna see your dick throbbing. bet baby boy's already hard because mommy kissed his neck and gave him hickies, isn't he? bet you'll love it if mommy licks you all over, or when mommy rides her baby boy's cute thighs. would my baby keiji like that? would you? does my baby boy deserve it?"

damn were you good at this. the more you spoke the more it's making him ache and he wastes no time in shoving everything down. true to your words he was throbbing. the mushroom tip oozing precum and his dick standing tall. maybe it's the alcohol in his system or maybe it's the desire for you that he had kept locked away for so long, but akaashi can't bring it in himself to feel embarrassed. not when you're looking at him like you want to devour him whole.

the same bright eyes of his adventurous best friend who's stuck by his side since being wide-eyed first years in this huge university — he'll probably never see you in that same halo ever again, already tainted by the image of you now.

he sees you swallow, eyes never straying away from his girth and akaashi feels a little proud to have you looking star-struck. when you rise from your seat, his muscles tense in anticipation, staring at your hand as it slowly reaches forward — only to pause mid-air.

akaashi looks up at you questionably and he sees the unspoken question in your eyes, asking for his consent. and your baby boy's answer was instantaneous.

"please, mommy. touch me?"

the smile on your face was cocky. definitely cocky as your hand wraps around his girth, the other wrapping around his throat as you coo. "aw, how can i resist when you're asking so nicely? why don't you sit on the couch and i'll grant whatever my baby boy wants, hm?"

he mewls, leaning back on the couch and eyes you with lust. "like this, mommy?" he mutters, desperate. he even tilts his hips up a little to offer you a better view as you hum in approval, straddling his hips as you stroked his cock.

"such a good boy for mommy, aren't you? how pretty."

he hisses when he catches sight of you kneeling before him in between his legs, looking at him with the most captivating sultry gaze he's ever seen. "mommy's gonna give you a 'lil prep, yeah? so it won't hurt when i ride your dick, baby boy."

"yes, momm — ugh."

akaashi throws his head back when you finally wrap your lips around him. the image of your hollowed cheeks forever ingrained in his mind. his eyes fly close, focusing his attention on your swift tongue as it lies flat against the underside of his cock, taking him eagerly from the base to the tip. your tongue swirls around the head, sneakily poking around the hole where precum oozes out.

"mommy," he whines when your tongue travels back to his girth, tracing one of the prominent veins in his dick before your hand comes up to play with his balls. "mommy — shit. so good… feels so good…"

it urges you on, hands retracting to wrap around whatever your mouth couldn't cover. his back is arching and you suck him with fervor, eager to push him to the edge, to make him believe you're going to lick and play and suckle until he's creaming around your mouth — only to pull away at the last minute.

"no!" he moans, looking down at you desperately as you rise from your seat. "i was-i was gonna cum!"

you dismiss him easily with a wave of the hand, too busy shuffling out your clothes. maybe if you had the energy, you would've punished him a few rough spanks but you were far gone already. thoughts of that dick splitting you in half as you ride him consuming your mind like a plague.

akaashi groans when you hop onto the sofa and crash your lips on his. you never would've imagined kissing him this way. sloppy and wet and painfully induced with lust. the stretch is amazing, there was the lightest stinging sensation but was overridden by pleasure. he groans, pulling you close and peppering your shoulders with kisses.

you grabbed his shoulders and started bouncing on his lap in a slow, stimulating manner that made you feel every vein and curve of his cock as it deliciously drags against your walls. you hear him wine. you hear him talk about how it hurts and how he can't take it anymore. how he needs his mommy to move faster. faster, mommy. please fuck me faster. but you ignored him, so caught up in domspace to see the growing irritation in your baby boy's eyes. to see the sudden shift from clinging onto you so desperately to gripping possessively against the soft flesh of your sides.

the air was knocked out of your lungs when he slams you down on the sofa.

"you dare ignore me?" his face is passive, eyes cold and steely as he pinned you with a dark stare. "time's up. i think you got a tad bit carried away there, don't you agree?"

"want me to show you how it's done?" you shiver in excitement when he takes your wrists in one hand. his thighs flex as he gets on his knees before hooking your legs over his shoulder, thrusting his dick deeper into you. akaashi bends forward, a hand firmly gripping your face. "i want you to address me as 'sir' and nothing else, do i make myself clear?"

his low assertive tone so painfully attractive you clenched around him as he drills into you with vigor. akaashi chuckles, the low rumbles of his chest stimulating your perked nubs as it grazed against him with every thrust. "yeah, you like that? like it when i speak to you like this? ah, fuck you're so tight. you're pussy's practically choking my dick — look, fucking look, baby girl."

your head grazes his as you both watch his member disappear inside you, getting off at the lewd sight of the glistening sheen of your essence wrapped around his cock and the loud squelching noise it makes when he rams it into you again. you whimper, pulling akaashi down for a kiss as your ankles hook around his back, pulling him deeper as his pace quickens and his balls slap against your skin.

"see that? your pussy keeps sucking me back in. bet you're desperate for my cock, aren't you?" you never thought akaashi to be the type who's into talking dirty, you thought he was the gentle, vanilla type. but alcohol always brings around quite interesting things about a person after getting drunk.

you cling onto him for dear life as his hand reaches down to draw figure eights against your puffy clit, eliciting the most feral of moans from you that could rival that of pornstars. "sir," you shudder. "please, sir. please."

"please what?" he grabs your lower back, pulling your torso up to hit an angle that makes you see stars.

"please, let me cum! please."

akaashi clicks his tongue before raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow. "you didn't listen to me when i was the one begging, why should i listen to you?"

your hands wrap around his neck, sobbing against the crook of his neck by the sheer pleasure you felt. he can't understand your mindless babbling. all inside keiji's mind is the feel of your perked nipples grazing his chest and your plush walls wrapping around him so prettily. he never did it raw, having you as his first time doing it without a condom pushed him way over the edge than he wants to admit.

"be-because — ah — i didn't —"

akaashi hauls you up into a sitting position, arms wrapped around you securely as you straddle him. he yanks you away from his neck, a tight grip wrapped around your throat as he stares straight into your eyes as he fucks up into you, feeling his balls slap against your skin. "what? cock's that good you can't even speak?"

he feels your hips stutter as you sob, tiny hands wrapped around his wrists. you didn't even try bouncing and meeting his thrusts anymore. "sir, please! s'too much! wanna cum —"

"then fucking work for it," he stils his hips. "fuck me back, baby girl. come on. you said you wanted to ride me, didn't you? bet this is what you've been thinking about for the whole night. that's the only thing my baby girl's capable of right? thinking 'bout my cock and nothing else? such a dumb little baby."

your legs quivered and shook as you obliged and pulled yourself half way up, before meeting him halfway and impaling yourself back down his cock. the first time you did it had both of you whining, akaashi quickly threading his hands through your hair to yank your face towards him. he wants to imprint this memory into his mind. to be able to merely shut his eyes and be transported back to the night you both were intoxicated and you let him use your cunt like a fleshlight.

all sense of manners were thrown out the window as his ocean eyes memorized the way your eyes rolled back when he hits a sweet spot, the way your nose scrunches when the pleasure becomes overwhelming, the way the drool shamelessly trickles down the side of your lips as your tongue sticks out and he so badly wanted to spit but he didn't in fear of making you uncomfortable. everything. he wants to memorize everything.

"just a little more, pretty girl. you can do it. together, okay? cum before me and you'll fucking regret it."

he grabs you closer, burying your face in his neck and planting his feet firm on the ground as he pistons his cock into you. it's not the heat of your body, or your pretty cries, or the lewd sound of skin slapping that made him cum. no. it was your sheer desperation and vulnerability as you bit his shoulders and yelled at the top of your lungs.

"keiji!"

he pulled out at record speed and had made a mess on his torso but he was hardly able to register any of these. so fucked out and sated and content to have you sitting on his lap as he stares at your plain ceiling. he doesn't even realize you've dropped down to your knees and started lapping up the essence splayed on his torso until he felt the hot muscle of your tongue. "(y/n) —"

"what happened to baby girl?" you tease, a playful smile on your lips as you meet his eyes. "you were so into it, 'kaashi. you should've seen your face — well, i was… kinda into it too, anyway."

it took akaashi around three seconds for everything to finally sink in, to fully sober up and let the gears work in his head. the realization of what had gone down on your sofa, of the things he told you, brings about an embarrassment greater than anything he's ever felt in his entire life. suddenly, he's shoving you away from him and draping the discarded blanket around your naked form whilst politely looking away. then he quickly covers his soft dick with one of your throw pillows.

"oh, my god. i'm so sorry. this is a mistake — shit — i'm sorry! you see, i've liked you ever since and not as a friend and i swear i'm not the type to just —"

"keiji" you snap him out of it. "i like you too, okay? now don't go around saying it's a mistake or i'm going to throw you off the roof. do you want me to throw you off the roof? right. i don't think so. now, come on! get your sexy ass dressed, we're going somewhere."

"where... are we going?"

"i'm craving ice cream. so for our first date, buying ice cream at 2am!"

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marshmallow-phd · 3 years

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Gravity

Genre: Angst, Unrequited Love

Pairing: Junmyeon x Reader

A/N: This was basically just a therapy write.

What is worth? It is neither tangible nor seeable. It doesn’t have a body or a shell. Yet, the endless chase to catch it, to hold it captive, is a never ending disease that eats away at the brain and tears apart the heart. It’s only descriptor is feeling. A judgement. Something either is or isn’t. When it's an object in question, the call for worth is passive, innocent. It’s wanted or it's not. The deterioration comes into play when the worth is applied to a person.

Kim Junmyeon was worth the world.

With a smile that could chase away a storm and a heart too good and pure for the human populace, he was truly worth more than the world. He was worth more than you deserved.

Not only was his face kind, but it was handsome. Beautiful, even. Candid photos were museum worthy masterpieces. There was a gentleness, a softness to his eyes and cheeks that contradicted the sharpness of his jaw and the strength of his body. His laugh was infectious and his mind as vast and deep as the ocean. The sum of his whole was worth so much.

But you were not worthy of such a person. You weren’t as stunning as a sunset over the mountains or as extraordinary as a new discovery. You were simply… you. Staring from afar, admiring but never touching.

You wished you could be worthy. You wished you could be special enough - good enough to be with him. Pretty enough would be something decent to settle for. But you were invisible. A person on the sidelines. Out of the spotlight. You were an admirer - not one to be admired.

“You’re doing it again.”

You blinked, your attention torn away from the spot where Junmyeon was standing, laughing and chatting with a few of his seniors. Kyungsoo, who sat to your left at the small table in the entertainment building’s cafe, didn’t even look up from the script he was currently reviewing. He’d only been given it the day before and was still considering if he wanted the part that was being offered to him.

Your gaze dropped to the opened yet untouched notebook lying in front of you on the somewhat sticky surface. Someone must have spilled their syprup-y coffee and didn’t do the best job at cleaning it up. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Without moving his head, Kyungsoo looked at you over the rim of his glasses. Even though you were sure you were nothing more than a blur to his eyes at the moment, he could always see right through you. “If you keep staring at him like that, you’re going to give yourself away.”

The ultimate nightmare. The humiliation of being found out. The sweet but awkward rejection that you knew would follow. With his laugh still ringing in your ears, you forced yourself to tune Junmyeon out.

Pushing his glasses up his nose with his middle finger, Kyungsoo straightened and closed the script. “We can go somewhere else, if that would help.”

You wanted to argue no. That you weren’t a coward. That you weren’t going to run and hide simply because you looked at him like he was the night sky while you were stuck on the ground. You used to have better control of yourself. You used to be able to hide it better. But lately, it had only gotten worse.

And you were a coward.

“Yeah. Maybe one of the practice rooms is empty.”

“There’s usually one.”

After gathering up your things, you followed Kyungsoo out of the cafe, stealing a final glance. Junmyeon didn’t so much as twitch in your direction. It wouldn’t have been surprising if he hadn’t even realized that you were there in the cafe for the past half hour.

Kyungsoo settled into one corner of the worn navy blue couch while you squeezed into the other. Not speaking a word, he went back to reading the script. That was a nicety of your friendship. Comfortable silence was more than readily available when needed. He didn’t push or give unasked for advice. He was an ear to listen and a presence to take in when you didn’t want to be alone.

You stared down at the notebook in your lap where your next story ideas were supposed to be filling the pages. But nothing was coming out. Not even the vague pictures you’d had earlier this morning. The only things being called to the paper were the sentences held in the invisible tears you refused to shed. Words of wishes and frustrations swirled around inside the tiny droplets, every letter as heavy as lead. Your cruel mind kept echoing at you the conversation that had constricted the air in your lungs.

Two days ago, you’d accidentally overheard a drama staff worker jokingly say that Junmyeon and his current co-star seemed awfully close, more than merely friends. Stomach lurching, you ran to the nearest bathroom. Nothing came out but almost fifteen minutes of deliberate breathing had gone by before you emerged again. Kyungsoo was quick to dismiss the comment after barely three words from you. The effect, however, still lingered.

Despite the history of your intrusive thoughts, you wanted to believe that you could be good enough. That you were worthy of being beside someone like Junmyeon. His co-costar was stunning, even in real life. Someone who didn’t need photoshop to draw out gasps of awe and astonishment. Someone you most certainly couldn’t compete with in any race.

You weren’t asking for much. Just to be able to hold his hand, your fingers interlaced between his own. The fantasy you allowed yourself to indulge in at times wasn’t a grand gesture or a modern fairytale. You wanted simplicity. The smaller moments that could mean so much. Mundane, to some eyes.

Warm sun rays leaked through the closed blinds over the living room windows. A clock on the wall ticked away the meaningless minutes. Sometimes soft music hummed in the background, sometimes there was nothing but silence. Junmyeon would lay across the length of the couch with you wrapped around his side. His fingers would absentmindedly caress your shoulder or arm. In his other hand was a book, held open by his thumb and pinky. Your own hand drifted through his hair while he read aloud.

The two of you had dozens of endless conversations about books. About the ones you loved and the ones you hated. About deeper meanings and the reflections of life. His love of literature - from the celebrated classics to the obscure unknown - had been what initially drew you in. Everything else was what made you stay.

A muscle in your hand cramped. The peaceful scene faded from your eyes. The page was now filled with barely legible, ink-smeared words. You’d written the entire scenario out, along with your heart, without even realizing it.

In a panic, you ripped the paper from its spiral hold, crumpled it up, and tossed it to the trash can across the room. It missed.

“I doubt whatever you wrote was that bad,” Kyungsoo murmured. He read the final few lines of the script and closed it.

“It wasn’t,” you admitted bitterly. “But I shouldn’t have written it.” You described the scene to him while your eyes stayed trained on the loose thread twirling between your fingers.

He sighed. “You’re never going to tell him, are you?”

“I can’t.”

“You can. You’re just stopping yourself.”

You scoffed. “Why would I deliberately set myself up like that? Break me the rest of the way?”

Kyungsoo stared at you, long and hard, his expression blank to those who couldn’t read the tell-tale signs that his thoughts were in overdrive. “You’re really hurting, aren’t you?”

You sniffed, though no tears were yet forcing their way to the surface. “Most days.”

“Then walk away.”

“I can’t.” Your voice broke - just like your heart. The world blurred when you shook your head. “I can’t… simplify it. But-- It’s like I was this stupid lump of rock drifting aimlessly through space, content with my life. Then suddenly, I came across this brilliant star that shined so brightly and… we collided. And now I’m stuck in his orbit. But he just keeps on spinning while my whole world had changed completely. He’s… my gravity. I don’t know anything else anymore.”

“Maybe it’s time to find your own orbit.”

Afraid it might crack again, your voice was barely a whisper. “I don’t know how.”

The door creaked open and your heart leapt. Junmyeon stuck his head inside. Had he overheard everything?

“There you are! I turned away for a second and suddenly you two weren’t in the cafe anymore.”

He’d… He’d seen you? In the cafe?

“It was too loud,” Kyungsoo lied, covering up for you like he always did.

“It’s always too loud for you,” Junmyeon teased. Then his face morphed into that leader-esque expression. “We need to head to rehearsal. You’re welcome to join us,” he nodded to you.

“No, that’s okay,” you said quickly in response. “I have a writer’s meeting.” No, you didn’t, but space felt like the right choice at the moment. You tried not to focus on the lack of disappointment coming from the direction of the door.

“Maybe next time.” Junmyeon slapped the side of the door. “Let’s go, Soo.”

You were actually the first one on your feet, muttering goodbyes to both of them and then walking down the hall perhaps a little too fast.

You didn’t allow your mind to think the whole way home. Every action was done in automatic mode. Only the minimal amount of awareness was used. But when the apartment door clicked behind you, when the near darkness wrapped you up, when the silence crept in and the empty couch mocked you… you broke.

Knees buckling from under you, the cold hard floor came closer and you didn’t leave that spot just inside the room as the tears and sobs crashed out in waves.

This was what you hated the most. The breakdowns that came with no excuse. They were built up by your own mind, by your intrusive thoughts. You tortured yourself with what you could never have. The attacks were random and it was only recently that you had learned to hold them in long enough until you were safe within your own walls. One time, you hadn’t made it. Kyungsoo had been there to pat your shoulder.

Kyungsoo. He was right.

That clarity was coming through as the tears dried and your breathing evened out again. You needed space. You needed to separate yourself from what wasn’t good for you and not see him. Not even have the temptation to.

This was going to hurt like hell.

The office somehow looked smaller with the bare walls. Since the day you moved in, you tried to liven it up, give it character, make it reflect the interests you loved. How were you supposed to write if this place felt like a stifling corporate desert, dry of any creativity?

Not that you ever actually wrote in this twelve by eight space. This place had been reserved for meetings and other usually boring necessities. You didn’t know the next time a budget meeting or an email check would be conducted here. You could be back in a few months and move back in as if you never left. Or someone else could take over. Only time would tell.

The box that currently had your attention was nearly full. You’d have to come back for the rest. There wasn’t much left, anyway. You took another look around to see if there was anything else you could do at the moment. The monitors were black, the tower underneath - so much smaller than the one you’d had as a kid - was powered off, and the chair that was aligned just so to your favored adjustments was pushed into the gray desk. Saying goodbye to this place really did hurt.

But you needed to do this.

And yet, you felt like you were drowning, being dragged deeper into the black water. Your lungs were screaming for relief.

“You’re really leaving?”

Your shoulders stiffened. At first, you didn’t look up at him. You weren’t sure what to say to him. Being here… it was the last place you expected him to be today. Kyungsoo would have told him, but you wouldn’t have waited around for him to appear.

“Hi, Junmyeon.” You folded up the top of the box, overlapping the pieces so it would stay shut in transport.

“I thought you liked it here?”

“I love it,” you confessed. “But I- I need to go home for a little while.”

“Are you homesick?”

“Something like that.” Definitely some version of sick.

He nodded. “Will you be gone long?” His eyes drifted over the holes in the walls leftover from the frames that used to hang in front of them.

“I don’t know.” You shifted your weight from one foot to the other. This was…. You should go. Pushing your fingers under the box, you started to lift it to take it home.

“Do you have to go?”

The question stalled you. Confused, the box went back down on the desk. “Why are you here, Junmyeon?”

He shrugged, though it didn’t shake off the stiffness in his shoulders. His hands were stuffed in his pockets, his arms all the way to his wrists covered up by the sleeves of his shirt. Lately he had been rolling them up. You wondered what had changed today. “You’re our friend.”

Friend.

Friend. Friend. Friend.

The word rang over and over like a declaration of war. Our friend.

The smart thing to do would have been to nod, say goodbye, and leave. But - instead - you opened your mouth.

“I will always be your friend.”

That didn't make him smile like you would have thought. “So, then why do you have to leave?”

You rubbed your eyebrow, fighting within yourself. You lost.

“Have you ever had a friend so head over heels for someone that won’t even look at them twice? But they don’t care? Because as long as the person they’re looking at is happy, then they’re happy. Even if your friend is completely miserable in the process. Because they no longer care about their own self. They just keep looking at the other person, doing anything that entails that they’re still happy.” You swallowed thickly to try and keep your voice steady. By your sides, your hands were trembling at this roundabout confession. “And you want to shake them. You want to tell them to get out. Because as long as they stick around, they won’t look at one else. No one else exists. Well, this is me. Getting out.”

The frown on Junmyeon’s face deepened as he let your words sink in. “Who is it? Will you tell me?”

No. Because this was enough of an admittance. Because it was time to find your own sense of gravity.

So, without a word, you picked up the box and left the office.

Waiting for you when you came back was the scene you had written in the practice room that day, flattened out but still wrinkled as it laid on the desk.

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fbfh · 3 years

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dear baby; strawberry milkshakes - leo x reader parents au

words: 1.8k

summary: You and Leo are getting used to adulting together, when Chiron asks for your help. Next thing you know, there’s a little demigod for you two to take care of - and you’re not going to let her down.

warnings: almost boning but getting interrupted, shit is said twice, one use of fucking I think, mentions of orphanages and the foster care system, mentions of CPS, being at a CPS building, adopting a child, leo has trauma, leo and reader take in a child when you’re both 19, technically teen parents but not really, the kid has some trauma too, everyone has trauma but literally what’s new

au: sort of college + parents au

song recs: raining in new york mix - the bootleg boy (tw for some sort of sad dialogue samples), falling in love with love - bernadette peters in cinderella (1997)

a/n: I saw a kids book called Sophia Valdez Future Prez and I know nothing about it but immediately knew I had to do a parents au where you and Leo have a daughter named sophia???????? also I accidentally gave myself baby fever whoopsie

also I was barely able to proof read this and had no brain while writing half of it so if the beginning feels rushed at all that’s why teehee

Straddling his lap, you start to take off Leo’s shirt. He tilts his head to the side as you nip at the skin gently. He moans softly, then tenses.

"Shit!" He hisses, sitting up and pulling your shorts back up. You look at him bewildered, and he nods his head to the side, and you see a shimmery cloud that says that you have an incoming iris message from Chiron.

"Oh shit," you echo, moving to a reasonable distance away from him, a thick throw blanket tossed gracefully across your legs and pulled up to cover your chest, and you're grateful your shirt hadn't been thrown across the room already.

He pulls his shirt down and you toss him a throw pillow to cover his very obvious excitement. You give each other a ready as we'll ever be look and accept the call.

"Hey Chiron… what's up?" Leo asks nonchalantly.

"You must pardon my intrusion, dear children, I hope I'm not - er - interrupting anything.” “No, no, not at all,” you answer, hoping what you had been doing wasn’t too obvious in spite of how both of you are looking particularly flushed and deschevled, “we were just watching a movie.”

Leo nods in agreement, and you list two different movies at the exact same time, the dark knight rises and moonstruck.

A beat passes, and you continue, “Double feature. Just finished Batman and we’re about to start Moonstruck.”

Leo agrees. You can’t tell if Chiron is buying it, but he seems to move on relatively quickly.

“Right. I’m afraid I must ask for your help with a rather time sensitive situation.” your brows furrow in unicen as he continues.

He tells you about a young demigod a satyr found, not even four years old yet, but they haven’t been able to get her to camp. Apparently there were some complications, and CPS was called, now they’re looking for her parents to see if she’s going to a foster home or orphanage. If they can’t get to her before the CPS finishes processing her, she’ll be lost in the system. He’s asking older demigods and demigod families in New York, since processing time will go the fastest if the family or guardians are in-state.

“I know it’s a lot to ask, but please consider taking her in, at least temporarily.” You and Leo share a look, hearts already hurting that life has gotten to this kid so soon.

“I’ll give you some time to discuss this, please call me back as soon as you have an answer.”

You agree, and the shimmery image of Chiron dissipates.

“... Oh my god,” you breathe.

You turn to each other again, the same thing mirrored in each other's eyes. An immediate, unspoken conformation that there’s no way you can’t help this kid out passes between you. You know Leo, especially, will do whatever needs to be done to keep another orphaned demigod out of the foster system. The scope of the impact you could have on this kid’s life starts to dawn on you, and you lock eyes with Leo again, his face set in determination.

“Estrella,” he starts, and you know what he’s going to say.

“I know,” you confirm in agreement.

His leg is bouncing, and you lean over, grabbing a notepad and pen from the coffee table. Your mind is already racing, and you begin scribbling down a list of everything you’d need to do; get her a bed and clothes, research where she is in her developmental stages, put together a meal plan or at least some foods she’ll like - what do toddlers even eat? He starts pacing around the coffee table.

“We gotta help this kid, we-” he cuts himself off, overwhelmed with determination.

“We will.” you confirm, equally determined. You grab your laptop and start copying your list digitally so you can get everything organized. You stare at your reflection in the black screen while you wait for your computer to boot up. Once again, the reality of your situation hits you.

“We’re 19…” you state, in disbelief. Your mind is racing with doubts. What if you somehow make everything worse, what if you can’t handle it? He crouches next to you, placing his hand on your cheek.

“And we have a lot of love to give.” The smile in your eyes tells him that you know he’s right. You transcribe your writing, surprised that you’re okay with how fast this is all moving, and you let out another breathy laugh of disbelief.

You go through your hastily made checklist, switching between tabs about child psychology, parenting advice, and kid’s furniture and clothes websites, strategizing with Leo on how you can pull this off, and a plan gradually comes together.

“I mean, this is a two bedroom,” he says as you look through pages of bed frames and mattresses, “we can clear out our studio and turn it into her room.”

“And…” you add, checking yet another tab, “there’s a building nearby that rents out studio spaces and workshop areas. Ooh, and free parking.” you read on the website. It’s already late, but you send them an email anyway. Hopefully they’ll get back to you tomorrow. But for now…

“We can get a bed tonight, but we’d have to hurry. We can probably get some pjs and maybe a stuffed animal while we’re there- toothbrush!” You exclaim, adding it to your list, “I knew I was forgetting something…”

Leo stops pacing, and looks at you. “So… we’re doing this?” You can’t fight the smile on your face, and he already has his answer.

“We’d better call Chiron back,” you say, excitedly bubbling out. You both enter the bathroom, and iris message chiron with mist from the shower. He answers almost immediately.

“We thought it over and…” you trail off, letting him finish.

“We want to help.”

After changing into some presentable clothes and swinging by the store for a car seat and some other essentials (you almost forgot tooth paste this time), you’re driving with Leo to meet Chiron at the CPS office where they had Sophia - the girl Chiron told you about. You call the Ikea store not too far from your apartment, thankful you’re able to reach them before they close. You arrange to have them deliver a toddler bed to the spare bedroom in your apartment, your neighbor agreeing to let them in. Luckily, you had the presence of mind to get most of your and Leo’s stuff out of there, the corner of the living room now holding your desk and his drafting table.

You’re still a little blurry on the details of how you’re going to get custody of this kid when you’re barely legal and have no ties to her or her family, but Chiron said he could work everything out. You assume the Mist will come in very handy. You and Leo discuss this on the way over.

You can tell he’s worried. Knowing the horrors he went through in the foster system would be bad enough without all the demigod bullshit on top of everything. You take another deep breath.

“This is what’s best for her,” he says matter of factly, “she needs to be with people who understand her.” You agree, and he continues, very fired up.

“She needs to be in an environment where she’s not going to be ignored and ostracized; she needs to be part of a family, not a fucking meal ticket.”

You squeeze his leg supportively, and he takes another breath.

“You’re right. And she’s going to get all of that.” He scoffs in agreement.

“There’s not a better place for someone like her than-”

“With someone like her.” you finish. He pulls into the parking lot and you enter, meeting Chiron in the building. Your hand holds Leo’s tightly, unsure of who’s shaking more. Chiron explains that he already had a discussion (wink wink) with the social worker, and knows that he has the perfect couple to take little Sophia in, and all you have to do is meet with her and sign some papers.

So that brings you here, waiting outside the office door, holding each other’s trembling hands before finally entering. She doesn’t look up at you at first, until the social worker introduces you. Leo squeezes your hand, and she finally looks up, her eyes speaking a language you and Leo know. You know there is absolutely no going back from here, and you both sit down across from her.

“Hi, you’re Sophia, right?” She looks away, clearly and understandably overwhelmed.

“Don’t be rude, Sophia-” the social worker starts, but you cut her off.

“It’s okay, she didn’t do anything wrong.” you turn back to her, “You know, me and Leo have an extra bedroom at our apartment, and a kitten that I think would really like you. Do you want to come stay with us?”

She doesn’t look back up right away, but she turns her head towards you.

“Is it a boy or a girl?” she asks softly. How is she so precious already?

“A girl,” you reply, “named Jackhammer, because she purrs so loud.”

She giggles, and you and Leo squeeze each other’s hands in unison.

“Really?” she asks.

“Oh yeah,” you reply, “I’m sure she’d love to play catch the mouse with you.” She considers for a moment, then looks over at the social worker, who gives her an encouraging nod. After a moment of consideration, she replies quietly, “...Okay.”

She hops down from her chair, and you both follow suit. The social worker hands you some papers, and you both sign. You guide her to the lobby, let Chiron know it went well and promise to update him soon, and bring her to the car. You pull out of the parking lot.

Not long after leaving, you see a fast food place.

“Are you guys hungry?” you ask, nudging Leo gently.

“Yeah, I could definitely go for some fries. How bout you Sophia?”

She nods, then asks quietly, “Can I get a milkshake?”

Her expression is hesitant, and you get the sense she’s expecting a no.

“Of course kiddo,” you say.

“What flavor do you want?” Leo finishes, turning to look at her. Her eyes are bright with hesitant excitement.

“Strawberry, please.”

After leaving the drive through, you have Leo search through your phone for any kid friendly music, and discover the only thing you have saved that’s appropriate for present company is the soundtrack to the Cinderella musical from 1997.

That’s how your little family started; driving late at night, singing along to Bernadette Peters, and drinking strawberry milkshakes.

#Leo Valdez #leo x reader #Heroes of Olympus #heroes of olympus x reader #leo valdez imagine

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jooniesthigh · 3 years

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kiss me in the dark (1) | jjk

Pairing: Jungkook x reader, slight Namjoon x reader

Genre: College/Frat House AU, Fluff, Enemies to Lovers, Angst

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, possible smut

Rating: 17+

Words: 1,931

Summary: I’ve known Namjoon since we were children, I love all his friends except for one. Jeon Jungkook. Who does he think he is trying to kiss me randomly?

A/N: Honestly, this could go very badly since I haven’t written since 2018 so bear with me please?

You walked into your shared apartment style dorm, you had no urge to be social whatsoever; all you craved was to be smothered by all your pillows and fall into an eternal sleep. You were maybe 5 feet from entering your sanctuary before being ambushed by your roommate, Jennie.

“Y/N, it’s finally over! Midterms are done with now we can go and celebrate after all that hard work!” Jennie yelled as she wrapped herself around you and held you tightly.

You were startled abruptly by the way Jennie wrapped herself around you so you lost your footing and caused yourself and Jennie to fall across the couch.

You huffed and stared at Jennie and said, ”Jennie, I’m tired... I don’t really want to go out and get sloshed..”Jennie looked at you with her pouty puppy face and basically begged, ”But, Y/N Beta Tau is hosting a party! We have to go plus, I know you miss Namjoon and the boys!”

You knew Jennie was right, you did miss spending time with Namjoon, he was your best friend basically; you even missed Yoongi and his cocky self.

“Jennie, that’s not fair... using the boys against me like that... If I go to this party, will you promise me you’ll let me sleep in until now?” You grouchily ask your sweet roommate.

“I absolutely promise I’ll let you sleep in! Hell, I’ll even let you sleep in until 2 PM!” Jennie yells eagerly as a response. You smirk at that response looking forward to be able to sleep in to your heart’s content.

“Just let me get ready, I refuse to see Namjoon and the rest of the boys with gross midterm hair!” I say in a joking manner as you shove Jennie off of yourself playfully.

Once you were able to escape Jennie’s clutches you ran straight for your room so you’ll be able to get ready peacefully, and that is exactly what you did after you took a much needed shower. As you rummaged through your closet, you decided on a pair of light wash ripped jeans and a black bandeau top.

On the way to the party you balance yourself on the edge of the sidewalk and ask, ”So, is Suzy meeting us there tonight?” You almost slipped multiple times while asking that question.

Jennie huffed as she watched you anxiously, ”no, no she’s spending the weekend with her boyfriend. Hey! Be careful, I don’t want to be the person to have to explain to Namjoon you cracked your head open because you were!”

“Well it’s a good thing I didn’t crack my head open then, now you won’t have to say a word.” I said as you leaned away from the ledge and walked normally, “Are you planning on hooking up with anyone tonight?” You asked as you watch all the fellow college student move about, most likely attending different parties.

Jennie turns to look at you as you both make a left turn, “If the offer presents itself then sure, but if it doesn’t I probably won’t.”

You looked at Jennie, admiring her beauty and confidence. She really knew how to carry herself, you definitely have a lot of respect for her, “Jen, you're such a confident and beautiful woman, you will most definitely find someone to hook up with.”

Jennie smiled at you as she said, “I mean I know I could hook up with someone but, I’m just kind of tired of hooking up with random guys. I think I just want a stable relationship, I mean we’re juniors so we only have one more year here.”

As you got closer to the frat house the deep conversation was starting to come to a close, “No, I totally get it! I get like that too, sometimes I just want to be in a relationship but as of right now I am fine with it just being me!”

You and Jennie arrived the front of the frat houses shortly after that conversation ended, at the entrance of the frat house you are greeted by Jin, “Y/N, wow Definitely didn't expect to see you here!”

“Yeah, Jennie had me come here against my will, I would very much prefer to be in my comfy bed right now,” You said with a pouty expression.

After hearing your response Jin let out a loud belly laugh, ”Still as lazy as ever I see.” You pout in a teasing manner, before asking, ”Hey, do you know where Namjoon is?”

“I think he’s either in the kitchen or playing beer pong with Hobi, ”Jin replied with a stretch. Upon hearing Jin’s response you turn over to look at Jennie, “You don’t mind right? If I go see Namjoon?”

Jennie rolled her eyes at your question, ”No, I don’t mind silly. Go on, go spend time with Namjoon. I know you miss him like crazy. Don’t worry about me dummy, I’ll be fine. If it makes you feel any better I’ll be here keeping Jin company until he gets tired of me.”

You laughed at Jennie’s response, ”Alright, alright I’ll let you be by yourself for a bit. If I can’t find you later meet me in Jin’s room,” After getting Jennie’s response you ran off to go find Namjoon.

It didn’t take long to find him either, he was in the living room area playing beer pong with Hobi, they were playing against two other frat brothers. You ran up behind Namjoon and wrapped your arms around him, ”Nammie! I missed you so much!”

Namjoon jumped slightly before realizing that the arms around him were yours, “Yah Y/N I missed you too. I wish you wouldn’t scare the life out of me though,” You grinned mischievously at his jumpy response before sticking your tongue out at him.

After you let go of Namjoon, you decided to watch them play a few rounds of beer pong. Even though, you didn’t particular enjoy parties all that much you still appreciated them for being able to allow to spend more time with Namjoon, Jennie, and the rest of the boys.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw none other than Jeon Jungkook. You weren’t that big of a fan of him to be honest though, you didn’t really know him that well either.

When you were first introduced to Namjoon’s frat brothers Jungkook wasn’t around and he never showed himself when you hung out with the others. What did know about him thought was that he had a huge habit of messing around with women, using them to his heart’s content then just chucking them aside as if they were nothing at all.

After first, you didn't notice it but Jungkook was actually looking in your direction. Initially, you thought nothing of it, you thought it was maybe because his next target was behind you but upon further inspection you came to the awful conclusion that you were his target.

You felt absolutely uncomfortable with the intense gaze that Jungkook was directing towards you, it was as if you the only person in the room to him. Under normal circumstances, that would've been absolutely adoring but since it was coming from Jungkook it left a sour aftertaste in your mouth.

You let Namjoon know you were going to head over to the bathroom for a bit, you just had to get away from Jungkook’s piercing gaze. You tried to maneuver through the crowd of college students, most of them drunk. Eventually you made it to a bathroom, once you were inside you proceeded to lock the door to make sure no one accidentally came in. You groaned in a frustrating manner as you walked over to the sink and proceeded to splash your face with cold water.

You shivered slightly at how cold the water was, after you were done splashing your face you reached for a face towel. As you dried your face, you just couldn’t get over how soft the towel was you could just sleep on this towel and be content.

You decided to stay in the bathroom for a while before making the decision to head out to go back to Namjoon. Once you finally got yourself under control you sighed as you put up the towel before turning towards the door and decided to pluck it before choosing to open it, you weren’t expecting to see anyone behind the locked door; so you you were pretty surprised to see Jungkook there.

Upon seeing who was waiting for you on the other side of the door, you stepped back slightly, “Sorry, didn’t mean to make you wait, I’ll just get out of your way,” You tried to maneuver you way out of the door, even though Jungkook wasn’t giving you much room to get out fast enough.

You were almost out of that uncomfortable situation before you suddenly felt a hand wrap itself onto your wrist, it stopped you from going any further. You looked back to see that Jungkook was holding onto your wrist, his hand was slightly but it wasn’t sweaty in any way. “Is there something I could help you with? If not, could I have my hand back?” You say as you stare at his wrist in a confused manner.

“Oh, sorry... I was just curious as to how you know Namjoon-hyung?” Jungkook asked curiously but you noticed that looked in his eyes, he was eyeing your body with a lust-filled gaze.

You gulped nervously before saying, “We grew up as childhood friends, I’ve known him my whole life.”

Jungkook stepped forward before saying, “Sorry, if I’m being intrusive I’ve just never seen you around before at the frat house.”

You huffed before saying, “I’ve been to the frat house, you’re just never there when I visit.”

To create some distance between Jungkook and you started to move backwards, it was short-lived though because your back touched the wall, “Maybe I should hang out at the frat house more often then,” Jungkook said with a smirk as he reached his other hand out to caress the left side of your face, his hand roamed until the tips of his fingers are grazing your lip.

“Jungkook, what’re you doing?” You asked nervously as you knew what was about to happen.

“I’m just talking to a beautiful girl in the bathroom, I have no idea what you're talking about,” Jungkook said as he leaned down and pressed a searing kiss onto your lips, you were and weren't expecting it but now that it had happened you didn’t know what to do with yourself. All you could focus on was the velvet softness of his kiss Jungkook was an extremely good kisser.

You didn’t realize it at the moment but you were also kissing him back with such fervor, you were kissing Jungkook with such a neediness, if anyone walked on this you would be truly embarrassed.

When you realized what you were even doing you managed to snap out of the heady, cloudy sensation and push Jungkook away from you. You were so upset over the fact that he kissed you and you had the audacity to kiss him back, that you slapped him through the red blazing anger that blinded your logical side from peeking though.

Once you realized what you had done, you ran out of the bathroom; you didn’t even go back to see Namjoon, you just felt so disgusted with yourself that you just ended up running up into Jin’s room, you managed to lock the door and hide yourself underneath his comforters.

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storiesbybea · 3 years

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Toil and Trouble (wlw Wandavision smut)

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Agatha Harkness

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: Smut (oral sex, fingering, kissing) & possible Wandavision spoilers (if you haven’t gotten past s1 ep6)

Summary: After Agatha’s secret witch lair collapses on them, Wanda tries to use mind control to convince her they are friends who need to work together to escape. But when Wanda accidentally triggers the wrong hormone in her brain, Agatha thinks they are a little more than friends.

A/N: I know it sounds sketchy with mind control elements, but everything in this is completely consensual! This is my first fanfiction - but not my first erotica ;)

Agatha finally had Wanda Maximoff exactly where she wanted her - tied up in her secret witch’s lair. She had been preparing for this moment for weeks: collecting the fake screams of Wanda’s children to lure her down here, casting the sound-proofing spell Wanda had activated by crossing the threshold, and preparing the runes that prevented Wanda from accessing her magic. All meticulously planned with no way of going wrong.

“Just admit it, Wanda. I got you this time.”

Wanda spit a stray piece of hair out of her mouth and stared daggers into Agatha.

“Never.”

“I was hoping you would say that.” Agatha cackled as dark magic collected around her hands. She waved her hands, pulled Wanda’s hands behind her back and magically restrained her. Wanda let out a cry. “Scream as much as you want,” Agatha said, “no one is going to hear you.”

“Just give me back my children,” Wanda said through gritted teeth. Agatha cackled again, louder this time.

“Your kids aren’t here, Wanda. I collected those screams a week ago.”

“Then where are they?”

“How should I know? I thought mothers were supposed to keep track of their children. You’re not a very good mom, are you?”

Wanda thrashed against her restraints and shouted obscenities at Agatha, who merely smiled.

“Someone’s a little sensitive towards other people’s perceptions of their parenting style,” Agatha quipped, “Let me help with that.” She flicked her wrist and threw Wanda against the wall. Wanda cried out in pain, then was violently dropped to the ground.

“Bet you regret mind-controlling a town with a witch like me in it, don’t you?”

Wanda regained her composure and looked directly at her captor. “My only regret is not changing your hair while you were under my control. Those highlights are atrocious.”

Agatha narrowed her eyes and levitated Wanda off the ground.

“You’re about to have one more regret,” she said. Then, she pulled Wanda toward her so forcefully that she crashed through a load-bearing pillar. In an instant, the entire cave collapsed around them.

Wanda coughed and rubbed the dirt from her eyes. Her magical restraints were gone. Perhaps the runes had been damaged by the falling rubble as well? She decided to give it a test, focusing her energy on her right hand. A tiny circle of magic emitted from her palm. She smiled, but this was still a mere fraction of what she was normally capable of. Then, she noticed Agatha lying next to her, unconscious. There was no way out of the wreckage alone, not with her magic still mostly suppressed. But if Agatha woke up, she would undoubtedly try to destroy her again. If only Agatha didn’t know they were enemies...

Suddenly, Wanda got an idea. She gently laid her hands on Agatha’s head and focused as hard as she could. Though the connection was weak, she could feel Agatha’s brain waves shifting. Wanda found all of Agatha’s memories and went to work erasing the ones indicating they were anything less than chums. She also decided to give her an extra shot of dopamine, for good measure. Then, she gently shook Agatha’s shoulders and whispered for her to wake up.

Agatha opened her foggy eyes and turned to Wanda.

“What happened?” she asked.

“Your lair collapsed on us.”

“What? How?” Agatha asked. Wanda bit her lip.

“Uh, there was a big earthquake.”

Agatha scoffed and put her hand on Wanda’s forearm. “This is New Jersey, dummy. There are no huge earthquakes here!”

“That’s what I thought, too. But then one happened and now we’re stuck here.”

Agatha sat up and looked deeply into Wanda’s eyes. “Well, there’s no one I’d rather be stuck here with,” she said tenderly. Then, she leaned in and kissed Wanda on the lips. Wanda froze, but accepted the kiss. She had stimulated her dopamine receptor, right? Agatha pulled back and smiled. “I’ll never get over how good your lips taste.”

Wanda had to consciously keep her jaw from dropping to the floor. That definitely was not her dopamine receptor. Agatha traced her fingers down Wanda’s arm and she shivered from the contact. She had to tell Agatha what happened.

But Wanda stopped herself. There was no way Agatha would react kindly to a botched mind control attempt from her nemesis. And right now, Agatha was the only one with enough power to get them out of here.

Wanda took Agatha’s hand and kissed it. “I feel exactly the same,” she said, “But we should probably try to get out of here.”

“In case there’s an aftershock!”

“Exactly, in case there’s an aftershock. Why don’t you try using your magic to move the rubble?”

Agatha booped Wanda on the nose, “You are definitely the smart one in this relationship.” Wanda had to restrain herself from laughing.

Agatha took a moment to focus herself, then threw her arms out dramatically. Nothing happened. She tried again. Nothing still. One more attempt, even more forceful than the others. Nothing. Agatha frowned.

“I guess my magic doesn;t work anymore.”

Wanda nervously laughed and shook Agatha by the shoulders.

“No, they have to work. Because otherwise we’ll never get out of here!”

“Can’t we just scream and wait for the first responders to dig us out?” Agatha said.

“That’s a great idea. Unfortunately, you hexed your lair and now it’s sound-proof.” Wanda slid her face into her hands.

“Why did I sound-proof the lair?” Agatha asked. Wanda popped her head up.

“Uh, you mean you don’t remember?” Wanda asked. Agatha shook her head. “We were, uh, going to celebrate our anniversary? So you, uh, sound-proofed the lair because we were gonna, uh...”

“Oh! We were gonna--” Agatha rubbed her hands together suggestively and winked. Wanda nodded her head.

“Exactly, we were gonna do that and you were worried about the neighbors.”

“You are quite a screamer,” Agatha said as she patted Wanda’s thigh.

“Uh, yeah.”

It was at this moment that Wanda realized Agatha was shivering.

“Are you ok?”

“It’s so cold,” Agatha replied through chattering teeth. Wanda realized she was shivering as well.

“How is it so cold? It’s July.”

Agatha gasped. “The collapse must have triggered the frost hex.”

“F-Frost hex?” Wanda shouted.

“Yeah, I put it in after some of the neighborhood kids tried to break in here. If only my magic was functional, I could reverse it.” Agatha looked to her expectantly, but Wanda didn’t notice. The cold was getting to her. She could feel it in her bones; her teeth were chattering so loud that it made her head pound. She had experienced some brutal winters in Sokovia, but nothing like this.

“We should hold each other,” said Agatha, “For warmth.”

Wanda put her arms around Agatha and held her close. She smelled like witch hazel, which Wanda found funny and a bit on-the-nose. But it smelled really good. Agatha’s hair was long and warm. Wanda buried her face in it. The immediate warmth felt incredible on her shaking lips.

Despite the frigid cold, both Wanda and Agatha felt a considerable amount of heat between their bodies. They pulled each other as close as they could, each desiring to consume the other’s warmth. Wanda nuzzled further into Agatha’s soft hair, and Agatha took her freezing hands and slid them down the back of Wanda’s shirt. Her back was burning hot, and Agatha dug her fingers into Wanda’s warm skin. Somehow they both managed to fall asleep, huddled together through the frosty night.

Agatha was the first to wake. Wanda was nuzzled against her neck. She was still shivering. Agatha slowly removed her hand from Wanda’s shirt and flicked her wrist to remove the frost hex. The room got warmer immediately. Agatha looked down at Wanda, whose head had shifted and fallen to Agatha’s chest. A small ray of light was shining through the rubble, and it spread across Wanda’s face. She had to admit that Wanda looked angelic, even though she was her nemesis and had tried to mind control her into some disturbing romance. Agatha took her free hand and gently stroked Wanda’s head. There just was something fantastical about Wanda Maximoff. If anyone else had tried to mind control her into romance, she would have annihilated them on the spot. But when Wanda did it, there was something endearing about it all. She really thought she could best her? It was adorable. Wanda was adorable.

While Agatha was looking at her, Wanda woke up. Still a little groggy, she sat up and rubbed her eyes.

“Why were you staring at me?” she asked.

“You had a bug on you and I thought it was funny,” Agatha lied. Wanda chuckled.

“And you just let it stay on my face? What if it was poisonous?”

“The only thing poisonous here is your failed attempts at mind control.”

Wanda perked up. “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t lie,” Agatha said, rolling her eyes, “I know you tried to take advantage of me with some weird love hex, but my runes limited your magic too much for you to be successful.”

“How did you know?” Wanda asked.

“You really think I can’t feel intrusions into my own mind?”

“But you were passed out!”

“Yeah, so I was literally trapped in my own mind. That’s like the worst time to try and mind-control someone. Anyone with a basic knowledge of magical theory should know that.”

Wanda gulped. “So what are you gonna do to me?”

Agatha cackled. “Do to you? What do you think this is, a prison?”

“Uh, this all started when you lured me down here and magically restrained me against my will. That’s the definition of a prison.”

“So you think you deserve some kind of punishment?” Agatha asked. Wanda nodded. Agatha sighed and conjured her magical glowing hands. She whipped out her hands and the rocks around her began to shake. Then, with another wave of her wrist, the room was restored to its original formation.

“Why did you do that?” Wanda asked.

“Well, I was planning on betraying you and locking you in here for all eternity, but I decided against that. You’re free to go.”

“Why are you letting me go?” Wanda asked, even more surprised.

“Why did you try to put a romance hex on me?”

“I didn’t do that! I was trying to make you think we were friends, not lovers!”

Agatha blushed furiously and Wanda almost wished she hadn’t said anything. She grabbed Agatha’s hand.

“Why did you kiss me yesterday?” Wanda asked. Agatha blushed even more.

“I was playing the part.”

“Yeah, well you could have played the part without kissing me,” Wanda said shyly. Agatha looked intently at the ground.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to kiss you,” she admitted. Wanda tilted her chin towards her.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

“What?”

“What are you waiting for? Do it again.”

Agatha wasted no time in pressing her lips to Wanda’s. They were soft and full; it was like kissing her rabbit’s fluff. She pulled Wanda close to her and felt her breasts press against her chest. Wanda took her tongue into Agatha’s mouth and they wrestled each other for control of the kiss. After a few minutes of passionate tongue fighting, Agatha finally won, just barely.

“I want to taste you,” she whispered into Wanda’s mouth. Slowly, she pushed Wanda backwards and leaned her against her large cauldron. Agatha began tenderly kissing and sucking along Wanda’s neck, then down her chest, in between her breasts, and down the center of her stomach. Wanda eagerly unbuttoned her pants and Agatha slid them to the ground.

Agatha placed her palm on Wanda’s mound and moved it up and down. Wanda leaned her head back in pleasure and spread her legs further apart, begging Agatha to go further. Agatha separated Wanda’s lips with her fingers. She had the tiniest clit she had ever seen. Then, she took two fingers and tried to slide them into Wanda, but she wasn’t wet enough yet.

“I have just the thing,” Agatha said as she popped up and ran to her potions table. She threw some ingredients into a small wooden bowl; there was a loud pop and a cloud of purple smoke. She rushed back to Wanda and dipped her fingers in the potion.

“What is that?” Wanda asked.

“It’s a lubrication spell. I’ve never had to use it before. But there’s a first time for everything,” she said with a wink. Then, she spread Wanda’s legs and entered her with her slippery fingers. Wanda immediately threw her head back.

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed. Agatha smirked and slowly slid her fingers in and out of her while Wanda squirmed and squealed. As Agatha picked up the tempo, she brought her mouth to Wanda’s clit and engulfed it with her tongue. Wanda nearly screamed.

“You’re really good at this,” Wanda said between gasps. Agatha looked up at her.

“Well, when you’ve been alive for over 300 years, you learn a thing or two,” Agatha said before she forcefully flicked Wanda’s clit with her tongue.

Wanda felt the pleasure building up inside of her. She tried to hold it back, but it was too powerful. She was helpless against the force of her own climax. When it finally overcame her, she exploded. As the waves of ecstasy passed over her, she felt restored.

When she had regained herself, Wanda picked her pants up from the floor and slid them back on. She looked down at Agatha, who was still on her knees.

“Your turn.”

Then, she pulled Agatha up, kissed her passionately, grabbed her hands, and held them behind her back. Agatha pulled away from their kiss.

“What are you doing?” she asked, suspicion and intrigue coating her voice. Wanda gave her a devilish grin and tried casting a restraint spell. To her surprise, it actually worked.

“I see you’ve cancelled the runes. That was a mistake,” Wanda said. She used her magic to pull Agatha up into the air. “Oh, and I hope you like the cold,” she said before she reactivated the frost hex.

“I thought we were ok now!” shouted Agatha. Wanda cackled.

“I will never be ok with someone who collected my childrens’ screams.”

And with that, Wanda turned to the exit and left Agatha to her fate.

#wanda maximoff #marvel smut #agatha harkness #wandavision fanfic #wlw fanfic #wanda maximoff x agatha harkness #wlw smut #original

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7wanderingpaws · 3 years

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Always, yours (3)

Pairing: Baekhyun x reader

AU: professor Baekhyun, domestic AU, family AU, triplet craze AU

Word count: 4.8K

Warnings: none

tags: @geniusloey (let me know if you want to be added!)

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You were crying and everything was a disaster. The baby corner was full of onlookers and you never hated your life as much as you did in that moment.

Upon hearing small gurgles of your son, you ran the remaining distance, taking your scared, crying son from Sonhee’s hold. She handed Jun without any question and you quickly cuddled Jun to your chest, your tears of fear and worry rolling down your cheeks without you realizing.

You were mad at yourself. So, so mad. How could you leave the weakest baby alone with a stranger? How could you forget to tell them not to feed him without your presence?

You bit your lip harshly as you heard Sukyeong sending everyone away. She was then talking to someone quietly but you wouldn’t pay attention. Jun was now a whimpering mess, his ear-piercing screams coming to a halt when he felt your presence.

“Oh, what a young mother,” someone muttered from behind you, a hushed whisper still caught by your ears. “No wonder she isn’t doing well yet without experience.”

More tears welled up in your eyes. Even though you couldn’t see clearly, you looked at Jun’s face, his father’s eyes looking back at you. How come baby’s tears could be so big? They were rolling down, taking up a huge space on his small, red cheeks.

“It’s okay, mummy’s here,” you murmured quickly kissing the tears away. Carefully cradling the back of his head, you brought him to your neck so he wouldn’t be exposed to other intrusive eyes. Juna and Junhee were restless as they were held by Sonhee and Mrs Lee in the meantime.

What to do? You were thinking frantically. The only thing that came to your mind was to go home. Obviously staying in this gym wasn’t doing you nor the kids any good.

“Sukyeong,” you muttered, not turning. The wall you were facing was a pastel blue but it didn’t do anything to calm you down. “I’m going to go home. Can you bring me my stuff?”

“I’ll take you-“

“I’ll take you home,” a familiar male voice spoke up out of nowhere.

Slightly turning, you saw Lee Junho looking at you with worried eyes. When you didn’t respond, instead holding your son closer to you, he added: “I’m the owner of this gym and I feel responsible. Please let me take care of this by giving you a lift.” He turned to Sukyeong who was a little taken aback. “You may go back and resume the workout with Kanghee, she will finish the class for me.”

“But she is my best friend, I’ll take care-“

“I insist.”

You wiped your eyes, realizing you’d been shedding tears the whole time with your heart broken. Jun was finally quiet but he managed to pee himself in the ruckus so you nodded quickly, agreeing: “Go finish the workout Sukyeonga. I’ll take up on Mr Lee’s request.”

“Are you sure?”

You nodded and reached for the baby bag you always carried around. “Yeah. It’s no problem. I’ll be back, I’ll just change his nappy and clothes. Please watch out for the girls until then.”

</3

“I thought you were just a university student,” spoke up Junho as he was driving slowly towards your home. “You are so young I-” he stopped himself, growing speechless as he gently shook his head.

Jun was tied to your chest in the baby carrier while both girls were in the backseat, safely in their baby carrier baskets. It was a headache to install all of it in Junho's car but you didn't mind as long as he would take you home and you wouldn't ever see him again.

Only now, as you were seated with some time to think were you reminded to look at your phone. You wanted Baekhyun to come downstairs to help you with the kids, only to feel like crying again when you finally read his messages he sent you before you started your class but didn't read.

I know you know it but make sure to remind them not to feed Jun just in case we never know when the reflux hits again and I'm worried about him since you won't be there

“Sorry, I keep blabbering,” laughed awkwardly Junho and you looked at him. He was staring ahead, sometimes looking out his window as if unsure where to look. “So you're a mother. Of triplets. Wow… Anyway, how many months young are they?”

You heaved out a small sigh and managed to smile, liking to talk about your munchkins. “They are only three months old. And before you go and judge me about leaving them alone, I double-checked with the baby corner whether they are able to take care of the kids.”

“Well, my mother - Mrs Lee - is in charge of the baby corner. She is an expert when it comes to babies,” he said and you felt even worse that he was blaming himself when in fact it was all your fault. “Sonhee is also great with babies.”

“It isn't their fault at all. It's mine,” you admitted and looked down at Jun's face. He was sleeping peacefully, cuddled to your neck, his gentle baby smell and baby powder you used calming down your senses for a minute. “I should have mentioned he has problems with accepting food.” Plus, the words of a stranger woman came back flooding your already beaten up mind. Oh, what a young mother. No wonder she isn’t doing well yet without experience.

“I can only imagine how difficult it must be for you,” murmured back Junho, not wanting to disturb the babies. “Sorry if I am being too nosy but what about their father? Did he leave you?”

“Oh, no, he is at work. Well, he should be home by now,” you said quietly, frowning. “But he usually works a little late so-”

“-so you're alone with the kids the whole time,” finished Junho, his voice somehow accusatory.

You stole a glance his way again, catching the tighter grip on the steering wheel. “Well, someone has to feed us.”

This time, Junho looked at you and caught you gazing down at your son. “Many men just do that - knock up a woman and then let her take care of the mess while they live freely.”

You frowned. “I know my husband for many years, Junho,” you told him in a cold voice, a little disappointed he thought of you or Baekhyun in such a way, let alone thinking of your blessings as a mess, “and he does his best for me and our kids.”

Junho was once again shocked, shooting you a wary glance. “You're married, too?”

“Yes,” you snapped, “I don't wear my ring for the workouts, you know?”

“I'm sorry-”

“It's fine,” you sighed, running your hand through your messy hair.

“I misjudged.”

“I thought people like you shouldn't be so fast to judge.”

“You're right. It is just worrisome to see you so young with triplets alone.”

“I wasn't alone,” you reminded, “I was with Sukyeong.”

“But it should be their father who is by your side.”

You only hummed, not wanting to talk about your personal life with a stranger. Sure, a handsome one but he was a stranger. When you recognized the neighbourhood, you unlocked your phone quickly, kissing Jun's temple in the process. With a little shock, you noticed your hands shaking. It must have been the stress. “I'll call my husband so he can come downstairs.”

Junho was silent but he nodded nonetheless. Baekhyun's phone rang four times already but he wasn't picking up. Frowning, you were about to put the phone back down when he suddenly picked it up. The background on his side was so loud, you accidentally pressed the “speaker” option, Baekhyun's voice filling up the whole space in the car.

“Sweetheart, I'm not home yet, sorry!” he said and you heard some clinking of cups in the background. “I was dragged to dinner with my colleagues but I'll try to come home soon, alright?”

Your throat restricted, lump rising as you tried to put it back to silence.

“Are you home, yet?” asked Baekhyun when you didn't reply.

“Yeah, I finished a little earlier,” you told him and finally managed to put the volume down. Pressing the phone to your ear, you saw Junho speeding up to enter the underground carpark. “Don't worry, I'll be waiting home.”

“Is all good?” he asked, his voice more serious.

Your eyes were hurting from the burning tears so you closed them, praying you wouldn't start crying again in front of Junho. “Yes! All is fine!” you replied, too cheerfully. “See you soon, honey.”

“Alright, I trust you,” he added with emphasis. It was supposed to be a small threat in case you wouldn't be telling the truth and you knew you would hear it from him once he'd find out you lied, but you couldn't care less in that moment. “Love you, baby.”

You swallowed. “Love you, too.”

As soon as you ended the call, Junho said: “I'll help you with the kids.”

You nibbled on your lower lip. “Thank you.”

</3

It was an uneasy feeling; arriving into an empty apartment with the lights off. The heat of the summer evening was hitting the space which made you head straight for the air conditioner in the living room, Jun in your tight grip.

“Don't worry, you can come in with shoes,” you said hurriedly to Junho who was shuffling at the entrance, trying to take off his trainers while having a baby bag over his shoulder and two babies in the carriers.

“It's okay,” you heard a smile in his voice and by the time you appeared in the corridor leading to the entrance door, he was already walking in, looking around with focus and unhidden interest. “You have a really nice apartment.”

You smiled, saying a small thank you, and headed to the baby room, telling him to follow you. The gentle smell of baby powder welcomed you when you entered and turned on the lights. “You can just put them down here and I will take care of the rest.”

Junho clicked his tongue and lowered the carriers on the fluffy carpet, but he proceeded by crouching down and unbuckling the sleeping babies. “How could I just go? Let me at least help unpack.”

You stood unsurely above him. You knew as a mother you should be fast to take charge and get everything done according to your rules, but for some reason, you couldn't. Junho was very careful with the babies as he undid the belts and when he looked up at you, he froze. “What?”

Almost rigidly, you shook your head not wanting him to misunderstand whatever he was interpreting in his mind. “No, no, nothing! I mean - thank you for coming all the way up here and of course for driving me home.”

“The pleasure is all mine.” And just like that, he brought sleeping Juna out and with one questioning glance, you navigated him to put the baby in the crib, soon following with Junhee's sleeping form. “Do you want me to put these somewhere?” He pointed to the now empty baby carriers.

You smiled gratefully. Junho really seemed to want to help. “That's fine, I'll do it.”

He nodded and soon enough, silence spread over the baby room. Jun was awake but as usual, he didn't make a sound and only this once you wished he would, so that you'd have a good excuse to start moving around and do what you originally intended. Jun needed feeding despite vomiting everything before.

“I'm going to go then,” he said after a small while. You already felt bad for not being able to host him properly enough but with Jun still on your mind and worried eating you away, you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

You nodded and when he moved out of the room, you spoke up. “I am not going to come anymore. I mean - to exercise.”

Junho turned around with a little shock. “If it's about what happened today, then don't worry about it. It's only normal.”

“No, it isn't normal,” you sighed, dejected. “Babies are still too young and Jun is quite sicklish. I forgot to tell the babysitter not to feed him. I'm so irresponsible.”

Junho was fast to spot the utter guilt in your eyes and the way you avoided his gaze. Frowning on the ground, you pursed your lips while gently running your hand over Jun's butt. He would always thought you looked beautiful and cute in that moment with the baby, but he knew it must have been difficult on you as a mother of triplets at such a young age.

“I don't know much about you,” he started gently, “in fact I wish I knew more because you seem to be interesting. But you are doing everything by yourself. You spend days alone with them and you probably have a head full of worries and three kinds of checklists that you mentally tick off. I won't judge nor mind if you don't want to exercise anymore. But maybe once your little ones grow bigger you can come back and I will gladly make the best work-out routine for you. Your body is your everything. Don't neglect it.”

Even though he could have saved that last sentence, Junho's words made you think; even more so that they were more accurate than you would have expected from a man who didn't have kids yet on his own. At least you thought he didn't have.

“Thanks a lot,” you smiled again, but the more the meeting prolonged the less you felt like it. A good cry was what you needed. “I'll reach out once I will be ready again.”

He nodded and started to put on his trainers. “I wish you all the best,” he said once he straightened up to his full length.

You nodded and let him out of the apartment. “Take care.”

He turned around just in the last moment, startling you. “I'll be waiting for you.”

Breath hitched in your throat and you could only manage to look at him speechlessly.

“At the gym! Of course at the gym!” he added quickly, laughing when he saw the expression on your face. He looked incredibly handsome when he laughed and his awkwardness made you heave out a little laugh as well.

“Okay, I'll meet you much later at the gym,” you replied, still smiling.

“That's good enough.”

</3

It was quite late when Baekhyun arrived home. The apartment was dark and quiet and he mentally cursed for not being on time again.

He went straight to your shared bedroom, not wanting to wake the triplets by accident and when he opened the door, your dim bedside lamp greeted him. With it you lying on your side and next to your chest a peacefully sleeping Jun. He was surprised to find the baby with you in your bed.

“Baby, I’m home,” he whispered, hoping you weren’t asleep yet.

You hummed, opening your eyes to see his suit-clad figure. He walked over to your side and hovered over you, looking at Jun and then at your side profile. He trailed his hand over your arm soothingly.

“Baby, why is Jun here?” He looked over his son again. “Did something happen?”

“All is good,” you said, your voice heavy with upcoming sleep.

Baekhyun understood you didn’t want to talk. He expected you to be hurt or even offended that he didn’t let you know on time about his delay. He always felt guilty for leaving you to be with triplets the whole time by yourself.

“I’ll go shower, you sleep,” he mumbled eventually when he didn’t receive more of an answer. A hum met his ears and he pressed a small kiss to the side of your face before taking off the suit jacket. He was unbuttoning his shirt when you took Jun into your arms, wanting to bring him to his crib.

Without sparing Baekhyun a glance, you walked past him and he took a hold of your waist gently, stopping you from leaving. Your tired eyes met his before you let them look at his exposed chest, the shirt still hanging off his wide shoulders. “You’re mad, right?”

“I’m not mad, Baekhyun. I’m tired.”

He sighed, running his hand through his hair. “I know I promised you that I’ll be home by-“

“You didn’t promise anything,” you interrupted him quietly. “You said you’d try to make it home earlier and I'm sure you did.” You hesitated. “Let me put Jun into bed. I need to lie down, too. It's late.”

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry,” he said in a hushed tone and he sighed.

You managed to smile and shook your head before walking ahead and out of the bedroom, Jun still in your tight grip. Maybe it was the shock of the day that you didn't want to tell Baekhyun what happened. But you were certain you were mad at yourself more than at anyone else and you were positive Baekhyun would be extremely dissatisfied if he found out how irresponsible you were. You had a heavy heart and you wanted to keep to yourself for the time being. Jun was all fine, thankfully, which was the only reason you could put him to sleep separately from you. The idea of something happening to him again while you weren't present was probably the first issue that would come to haunt you in the future as a mother. This was how it felt like; leaving your kid and always hoping they would be fine without you.

By the time you came back, Baekhyun was in the shower. The constant buzz of the running water quickly lulled you to sleep, your mind and body completely exhausted from the day’s events. This one time you couldn't wait up for him. You were practically a walking zombie when you landed on your side of the bed.

Even when your husband joined you in bed, rushing to scoop you up in his arms so he could envelope himself around you like a koala to his eucalyptus tree. He sighed in content but he knew he would have a talk with you in the morning.

It was only by Saturday when you actually talked. Baekhyun didn't want to wake you after being woken up on Friday early in the morning to feed, and then you slept yet again when he was about to leave for work. Your quietness was very unusual to him.

He made sure to bring the monitor to his side and tried to sleep as lightly as possible so that if the munchkins were up, he'd be there first. The bags under your eyes, and your eyes themselves not having the typical spark made him very worried. You needed to rest and he would try his best to let you.

Currently, he was having a good chat with the triplets, even though one was already crying - Junhee, of course - because he was trying to feed Juna who started the ruckus first. Thankfully, he closed the door to the babies' room, so he didn't have to worry about their wailing waking you up.

But boy, was it difficult to satisfy them. He opted to heat up another bottle of milk and he was now balancing them in both hands, trying to safely feed both of the hungry mouths. Baekhyun prayed Jun wouldn't follow his sisters' lead as he observed him for a moment before focusing back on his daughters.

“Are you always giving this much of a hard time to mummy whenever I'm not here?” he murmured but an affectionate smile stretched his lips. Juna and Junhee were adorable as he was staring down at them, their eyes wide open while looking at their father. Their cheeks were pinkish and puffy, their soft hair a little messy and pressed in funny ways from sleeping which made Baekhyun's heart swell with love. Whenever their small fingers tapped on his long fingers, he would try to caress their hands with it.

“After this, it's nappy-change time,” he told them seriously. “No exceptions, okay?”

Juna was gulping down like crazy, and whenever she swallowed hard, she exhaled loudly and Baekhyun eventually chuckled. “You are definitely daddy's little girl. Daddy also eats too fast but watch out - don't want your tummy to hurt, hm, little Juna?”

When he was sure that both babies were well-fed, he threw a small glance at Jun who was still too peaceful. He wasn't asking for food and neither was he asking for attention. “Junnie, what's wrong?” he asked quietly, worry laced in his voice, and lifted him out of his crib. “Why are you so quiet? You don't want some yummy milk?” He brought the bottle up to his face, pressing the pacifier to the top of his lips. Jun was only bulging his eyes at his father, as if unsure what to do with the bottle. “You don't want a sip?”

Jun averted his gaze, observing everything around him in quietness. He was moving around in Baekhyun's arms, most probably meaning he was a little restless, so Baekhyun put him back down into the crib, hoping he would make a scene, but Jun only looked at the small toys that he had hovering above him. To make it more interesting for him, Baekhyun pushed a few of them, letting them dingle gently and taking Jun's attention.

Baekhyun sighed, unsure. While the babies were still in their peaceful mode after changing their nappies, he left them and went straight back to the kitchen to wash up the bottles and prepare some breakfast for the both of you, wanting to surprise you with breakfast in bed.

Of course, he underestimated the whole situation. It was now way past 8am and you were up, and rubbing your eyes at the bar table separating the kitchen from the open living room. “Honey, why didn't you wake me?” you asked, your voice still heavily laced with sleep.

Baekhyun turned his head to the left as he was washing the tomatoes. “Sweetheart, go back to bed. I'll bring the food to the bedroom,” he told you and turned the water off.

Not listening, you tapped over to him, observing and trying to decode his recipe, but Baekhyun put down the vegetables, turned to you and held you by your upper arms. “You. Bed. Now.”

“I'm fine, honey,” you insisted tiredly. “Let me just help you out- oh, and what about the triplets?”

“I took care of them,” he said somewhat proudly, happy that it was finally him attending to them while you could keep on sleeping.

You sighed. “You should be resting. You work a lot during the week-”

“And you cannot escape your work at all,” cut in Baekhyun, frowning. “I'm not going to ask you what has been bothering you the past couple of days, but let me at least help out like this.”

Instantly, you felt guilty. You were so tired you managed to forget your heavy emotions in your deep slumber. They all came back to you, taking a good, comfortable seat in the depths of your chest, no signs of leaving whatsoever. Not until you resolved them at least.

“I don't want to lie down,” you still protested and Baekhyun observed you for a moment, trying to see through you. Without another word, you stepped closer and hugged him, your arms stretching so you could connect your hands on his wide back. He didn't hesitate, and brought you to him, pecking the top of your head.

“What's the matter, hm,” he hummed softly into your ear. “You haven't been yourself.”

“I messed up,” you murmured into his chest and when he wanted to pull away, you squeezed him tighter, making him groan in mock hurt. “No, just stay like this a little longer.”

He brought up his hand to your head and gently caressed your hair. “How did you mess up?”

You took a deep breath. “I am a bad mother, Baekhyun. I can't do this.”

“No, sweetheart, that's nonsense and you know it, too,” he said, this time really trying to pry your arms away from him but you wouldn't budge, persisting on holding onto him. He tried again, but gave up when you shimmied yourself closer, causing him to step backwards. He sighed affectionately, his hand going back up to caress you.

“Jun got sick while I was working out and well… yeah, that happened. So I had to come home earlier on Thursday.”

Baekhyun tensed slightly at your words, but was fast to ease up. His son was alright now. There was no need to overreact. “Did Sukyeong bring you home then?” he asked, trying to sound unbothered.

It was your turn to tense up now. Baekhyun felt it, but did not comment, instead waited patiently for your answer. “The trainer brought me home,” you mumbled and he desperately wanted to see your face, but you were still glued to his chest. “But don't worry. I'm not going to work out anymore. Not until the munchkins are bigger at least.”

“Let me look at you, princess,” Baekhyn requested, tapping your butt gently. “C'mon, don't hide.”

You squeezed him one last time before slowly disattaching yourself, your big, sad eyes looking up at him while your lower lip was trapped under your teeth. “I'm sorry for disappointing you.”

He gave you a gentle smile as he cupped your face, breathing a kiss on your forehead. “Is this what's been bothering you?” You nodded, still bulging your eyes at him. “I'm such a jerk,” he sighed eventually, “it should have been me who brings you home on Thursday. Instead I came home super late and had you deal with everything by yourself.”

You started to shake your head violently. “No, Baekhyun, no, this isn't your fault.”

“Did the trainer come up here?” he shot quickly, raising an inquisitive eyebrow at you.

You shrugged. “He helped me bring the triplets up. So he had to come in.” You went on to explain to him what actually happened that day, keeping Baekhyun's eager eye contact the whole time. “I forgot to tell them,” you admitted, devastated. “I'm so frigging irresponsible.”

“That's why you had Junnie with you when I came back?” he asked quietly, brushing your hair behind your ear.

You nodded, pressing your lips together in anxiety.

Baekhyun sighed. “Let's take him to the doctor's, hm?” he suggested and when he saw you nod again, he brought you back into a bear hug, your arms immediately sneaking around him. “And then you, little lady, will go to the doctor's about your breast milk, got it?” he asked, more seriously. He still didn't let the topic go but since you were both dealing with the problems now, he wanted to bring it up. “You're leaking too much and it's causing you discomfort. I don't care if you don't want help, but you need to see the doctor to make sure everything is in normal with your body.”

You pouted up at him and he chuckled softly, caressing your cheek. “Okay, you're right,” you eventually gave in and Baekhyun's smile grew even more, very much satisfied with your answer.

“That's my baby girl,” he breathed, pecking you on the lips.

“Sorry for not telling you sooner.”

“You needed time to process, there is no need to apologize for that. It's my fault for letting my colleagues drag me when I knew I had responsibilities.”

Once again you cuddled yourself to him, and Baekhyun laughed again, humming in satisfaction when he had you like this. It was only until there was a knock on the entrance door, with it the doorbell ringing through the quiet apartment. If that wasn't enough to surprise you, the babies' reaction to the doorbell wasn't good, either, for at least two babies woke up right away, their whimpers coming in through the monitor.

You separated, moving to tend to the babies while Baekhyun went for the door. You were shushing Junhee, the forever crybaby, only calming down when she was finally in your grasp. Too curious as to who was the unexpected guest, you went to the room's door, peeking over the door frame just to completely freeze.

Baekhyun was facing Lee Junho, your trainer.

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A/N: Did you figure out the usage of "<3 and </3" ??? Huhu ^^

#exowritersnet #baekhyun fanfiction #baekhyun scenario #baekhyun fluff #baekhyun angst #baekhyun smut #baekhyun fic #exo fluff #exo smut #exo angst #AY #mywritings

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gwennavierre · 3 years

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Doki doki

Adrien realizes something about his everyday ladybug.

Ladybug realizes something about her kitty.

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Marinette was a busy person. School, crushes, liars, bullies, akumas, friendship drama... those were things most teens in Paris dealt with, but Marinette was also Ladybug, the Guardian of the Miracle Box, and a budding fashion designer.

While others ran to hide from akumas, Marinette transformed into Ladybug to fight and defeat them with the help of Chat Noir and the occasional temporary miraculous holder.

While her classmates got to go to bed at a reasonable time after doing homework, Marinette stayed up for hours getting to know the kwamis and work out who would best be suited to be a temporary holder for them when needed.

And while other teens practiced their passions in waking hours, Marinette worked tirelessly through the nights and over weekends to finish commissions. Her non lucrative hobbies tended to get pushed aside, which was frustrating since they helped her relax...

She decided she could kill two birds with one stone (so to speak... Orikko wasn't a fan of that phrase..) by sharing her own interests with the kwamis while working on her current fashion projects.

A few of the kwamis had taken a shine to the anime shows and manga collection Marinette had. Some preferred reading the Japanese comics out loud to their Guardian as she stitched or crocheted. They delighted in making different voices for the characters or taking turns reading, emphasizing the sound effects and even acting out the fight scenes (Tikki especially liked acting out the romantic scenes solo and making Marinette giggle uncontrollably as she passionately kissed the air space in front of her own tiny face).

Marinette hadn't realized just how much more time she was spending watching anime and reading (or at least listening to) manga until a normal morning of class was about to start.

She had gotten there early for a change! Not planned, Tikki had simply set her phone alarm for earlier while she slept in an attempt to get her holder to class on time for a change. It worked, though Marinette realized what had happened the moment she burst through the classroom door. She had been scowling at her purse every few moments while idly sketching at her desk since then.

Her anger at her clever kwami dissipated however, when a certain blond boy waltzed into the room with the grace and energy of a gazelle. She couldn't help the love sick sigh that escaped her as he made his way to his desk, a small smile on his lips growing into a full grin as his eyes met hers.

"Good morning, Marinette!" His voice was sunbeams and she wanted to curl up in it and take a cat nap.

"G-good morning Daydreaming. I mean Adrien. Sorry.. I was daydreaming. Not that you're not a daydream because you are! Not, I mean. You're just a regular dream. I mean person. I... what I meant was... um..." Marinette wished more than anything else in that moment that the desk would turn into a black hole and suck her I to it.

Until she heard Adrien laughing softly. Until she saw the crinkles at the corners of his eyes. Until she heard his next words to her...

"I'm sorry for laughing, Marinette. I promise I'm not laughing at you, though. Not exactly anyway... it's just... you tend to get flustered like this sometimes and while I usually just pretend I don't notice so you don't get embarrassed, I... I honestly think it's adorable. Like... utterly ridiculously freaking cute and I had to tell you. I... I hope you don't mind me saying that." His voice had gotten quieter towards the end, his eyes glued to the sketchbook on Marinette's desk, his right hand rubbing the back of his neck, and his cheeks lightly flushed with pink.

Marinette had noticed all of this, somehow, and was staring at him in mild shock, eyes wide and unable to close her jaw for a moment.

When she came back to her senses (debatable), the first thing she did was clutch her chest dramatically and whisper just loudly enough for Adrien to hear: "doki doki"

...

Shocked green eyes snapped to mortified blue ones.

Marinette slapped a hand over her mouth in horror.

Adrien grinned like a kid who was given free reign in a candy shop.

Before he could stop her, however, Marinette stood up and shot to the classroom door, nearly colliding with a few classmates making their way in. She didn't return until the bell rang and steadfastly avoided Adrien's gaze whenever he turned around in his seat.

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Shortly before class was supposed to get out, there was a muffled commotion from down the road.

Great. Akuma. Marinette made a quick request to use the bathroom, leaping out of her seat before the teacher could respond. She didn't notice Adrien leaving the classroom shortly after.

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"Good job!" The superhero duo bumped fists after the miraculous ladybugs had cleaned up the mess made by the akuma. It had thankfully been a quick one. Ladybug had seemed a bit preoccupied during the battle. Chat didn't seem to mind, though. In fact... he looked quite pleased with himself. Ladybug raised an eyebrow at him.

"You're in a good mood today, kitty." She smiled at the smirk on his face, happy to have something else to think about other than her embarrassing blunder in the classroom earlier...

"Is it that obvious? Heh. I guess I am." Chat Noir searched Ladybug's face, wanting to tell her what happened but only if she genuinely wanted to hear about it. She tilted her face towards him and smiled expectantly. Good enough for him!

"So, uh... today, um. Do you read manga?"

Ladybug frowned in confusion. "Yeah? But... what does that have to do wi-"

Chat waved his hands in a mildly impatient gesture. "Getting there, just... context will help. So! I got to class and there was one person there already. This girl... I... I've been kinda crushing on her for a while..."

Ladybug felt something tighten in her chest at that, but dutifully chose to ignore it. She was happy he had finally started moving on. She was proud of him. This girl in his class was probably no where near as cool as her anyway. Wait, what? Ladybug shook her head to rid the intrusive thoughts and paid attention to her partner again.

"... she's always been like that around me but I thought it was because she hated me at first, or just felt uncomfortable because I'm fam- er... familiar or uh... something." Chat cleared his throat awkwardly. Ladybug gave him a look that seemed to be encouraging him to continue though her smile seemed a bit... off.

"Anyway. So today I say good morning to her and she starts fumbling over her words. They seemed so... I dunno... She kept accidentally calling me a dream, a daydream actually... and I just... I started laughing because it was sooooo cuuuute!" Chat had brought his closed fists to rest under his chin and his eyes glazed over at the memory of Marinette's earlier word salad.

Ladybug's brain was buzzing. It was driving her nuts. She knew what it was but it couldn't be... so that meant it wasn't. Right? Isn't that how things work? Oh, he's still talking. About that girl. Who just so happens to have done the same thing she did this morning. Funny thing, coincidences.

"... she ACTUALLY SAID 'doki doki'!! Can you believe it? Like... her eyes could have literally had hearts in them. There's no way I misinterpreted that, right? She likes me, right?? I mean... it makes sense, all the times she got flustered. It wasn't because she doesn't like me after all!!"

Chat had started pacing in a circle around what apparently was a lifelike statue of Ladybug, seemingly unaware of the switch.

"She ran out of the room right after and then left right before the akuma so I haven't had a chance to talk to her since, but I think, no wait, I KNOW she likes me and I want to ask her out and now I won't feel awkward asking to marathon an anime or something because she obviously likes that kind of thing too and I can't believe I didn't know that about her before but now I DO know and that means I can... um.... Ladybug?"

He stopped and stood directly in front of Ladybug, a look of concern and mild embarrassment on his features. Ladybug's eyes that had appeared to be staring into a void snapped to his. Her mouth clicked shut. Her face blossomed into a deep blush and she took two giant steps back from Chat, stumbling slightly. It was Chat's turn to frown in confusion.

"Ladybug, what's wrong?"

"N-nothing. I have to fo gome. Go home.

Chat's eyes narrowed. "Your school is already out for the day?"

"Yes" she lied. "Shirt day today."

"Um... okay? You mean short?"

"That's what I said."

Chat scratched the top of his head between the cat ears. Ladybug was acting really strange... it's almost like she's... no. It can't be. Can it?

"Ladybug... are you...."

"Chat..." It was a warning. But Chat Noir had to know....

"Are you jealous?!"

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Shall I continue this or leave it as a one shot?

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overdhse · 3 years

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please can i request a fluffy reaction with promt 7 ☺️☺️

a/n: hello! thanks for requesting! i hope you’ll enjoy reading this~ i thought that it would’ve been boring to read only about y/n having nightmares so for some of them i changed and made the members as the ones having the nightmare, i hope you don’t mind!

Golden Child reactions - 7. “Another nightmare?”

Daeyeol

The feeling of the wind entering the room through the window and reaching your body immediately wakes you up. Your eyes are wide open, but you feel like even getting up is impossible; you were having a really bad nightmare, just like it has been happening for a week, ever since you heard the terrible news of your friend being at the hospital due to a disease. You touch your cheeks and you can feel that they’re wet: you were crying in your sleep again. You sigh loudly and reach your hand out. No one is there. You bring yourself up, dry your tears and get out of the bedroom; as expected, your boyfriend is in the living room with a computer and a notebook on his legs. You quietly sit next to him and rest your head on his shoulder.

“Hey.” He says, caressing your cheek as soon as he notices your presence. “Another nightmare?” You nod, hiding in his sweater. “It’s okay. Everything is going to be alright.”

“Are you sure?” You ask, feeling uneasy.

“Do you trust me?” He asks. You nod. “Then, everything is going to work out. I promise you.”

A warm hand reaches your forehead and immediately moves away. You blink twice.

“Oh, you’re awake.” Sungyoon whispers, filling a cup of water and handing it to you. “Here, drink some water.”

You force yourself to sit and greedily drink. The cold feeling of water touching your lips sends shivers down your spine.

Sungyoon quietly watches you drinking and, as soon as you’re done, takes your cup. "Another nightmare?" He asks.

"I think so." You answer, laying down on your bed.

"You were talking and moaning in your sleep.” Sungyoon explains, offering you a cold towel to place on your forehead.

“I’m sorry. Every time I get a fever I dream of weird things.” You apologize, feeling better as soon as the cold towel contrasts the heat of your forehead.

“It’s okay.” He replies, caressing your face. “I’m here if you need anything, alright?”

Jangjun

You had never properly realized how late Jangjun comes back from practice until today. At first the sound of someone unlocking the door of your apartment with the password scared you, but you felt better as soon as you recognized the figure of your boyfriend entering the door. You take a look at the clock hanging on the wall. It’s 3.08 AM.

“Y/N?” Jangjun calls, with a sleepy voice. “What are you doing awake on the sofa at this late hour?” You sigh, while he locks the door behind him. “Another nightmare?” He asks, patting your head.

“Yeah.” You reply. “I couldn’t go back to sleep, so I thought about waiting for you. Do you always come back home this late?”

“You don’t have to worry about me.” He says, picking you up from the sofa. “Let’s go to bed, it’s late.”

TAG

You quietly look at Youngtaek moving in his sleep next to you. When he first accidentally woke you up you tried to ignore him, thinking that he’d probably stop moving soon, but after the third time he had turned on his side making the whole bed shake, you gave up on going back to sleep. You wonder about what’s he dreaming about. His face is contorted and, from time to time, he says something that it’s hard to understand. It’s not the first time that this happens, but he always refuses to talk about it in the morning. You move some hair that is covering his eyes. As soon as you touch him, Youngtaek wakes up and looks at you with those big eyes of his.

“Another nightmare?” You ask. He nods and rubs his eyes. You open your arms and hug him tightly. “Come on, it’s late. I’m here.”

Seungmin

You stare at the ceiling trying to calm down. That nightmare was even worse than all the ones you were having for the past month. Your heavy breathing catches the attention of your boyfriend who leans out of the door.

“Hey, did something happen?” He asks, scanning the room. The fact that he has his toothbrush still in his mouth makes you smile. It must be early morning and he must be getting ready to go to practice.

“Don’t worry about me.” You say, rubbing your eyes.

He walks up to you and hold your hand. “Another nightmare?”

“It’s okay. I can deal with it.” You say, holding his hand tightly. “Go get ready, you will be late because of me.”

He rolls his eyes. “Practice can wait.”

Jaehyun

You walk into the kitchen and head to the coffee maker. Jaehyun, sitting at the table and eating a toast, looks at you with a curious gaze. You wait for your coffee to be done and sit next to him.

“Do you want some coffee?” You ask, handing him the cup.

He shakes his head. “Thank you, but I think you need it way more than I do.”

You giggle and lightly slap his arm. “Maybe you’re right.”

“You look like you had one of the worst nights ever.” He explains, biting into his toast. “Another nightmare?” You nod. “You should’ve woken me up.”

“I don’t want you to be tired during the day because of me.” You say, shrugging.

He ruffles your hair. “I want you to wake me up every time you’re having a nightmare. I’ll make sure to make you feel better.”

Jibeom

Nightmares were never a big deal for you. Sure, some of them were really bad and made you wake up abruptly, but after a few minutes you would always calm down and go back to sleep. Strangely, ever since you started dating Jibeom, every nightmare has been keeping you up the whole night. And tonight you’re once again trying to fight your demons, while Jibeom is peacefully sleeping next to you. You sigh, thinking about how many times this has happened already. You lay down, facing him. “His face looks really sweet when he sleeps”, you think. You move your hands towards his cheek and, when you’re just about to caress him, he opens his eyes. He looks at you with a confused gaze.

“What time is it?” He asks with a sleepy voice.

“It’s late.” You whisper. “Go back to sleep.”

Jibeom closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “Another nightmare?”

“How do you know?” You ask; you had never talked to him about your nightmares before.

“I heard you waking up.” He explains, opening his arms. “Come here. I can’t make you forget about your nightmare, but I can try to make you feel better.”

Donghyun

If there’s one thing you’re sure about, is that whenever you’ll wake up from your sleep there are high chances that Donghyun will be awake too. And when you woke up because of another nightmare and his side of the bed was empty, you knew exactly where he was. You walk out of the bedroom and find him in front of the computer in the living room.

“Playing games at this late hour?” You tease him, while standing behind him and putting your hands on his shoulders. “Don’t you have practice tomorrow?”

“I don’t.” He replies, trying to stay focused on the game he’s playing. “Why are you awake, though? Another nightmare?”

“Nothing too serious.” You say, checking the time on the computer. “Please, don’t spend too much time playing games. I’ll wait for you to go to sleep.”

“Oh.” He whispers, turning off the computer. “Let’s go to bed, then. You’ve already lost enough sleep because of a nightmare.”

Joochan

Dealing with nightmares was always hard for you, ever since you were a kid and would run into your parents’ bed. Not many people are usually able to calm you down after you had a nightmare so, when you started dating Joochan, you secretly started praying that nothing too worrisome would happen; you definitely didn’t want him to see you as an emotional wreck. Too bad he soon had to deal with your demons; you felt sorry every time it happened, getting up because of someone else crying must not be nice. Once again you find yourself sobbing in the middle of the bed but this time Joochan is not there to calm you down. Outside it’s raining hard and he’s out because of practice. Suddenly the door opens.

“I’m home!” You hear a loud voice saying. “I forgot to bring an umbrella with me. Y/N, I’m completely wet!”

You try to wipe your tears but your eyes are completely red so, as soon as he enters the bedroom and sees you, he realizes what happened.

“Another nightmare?” He asks, hurriedly sitting next to you, ignoring his wet clothes and holding your hand.

“You’ll be sick. Please change your clothes.” You say, between one sob and another.

“Ah, don’t think about me!” He says, pinching your cheek. “I care about you more than I do about me.”

Bomin

After months of dating Bomin you had realized that it wasn’t that hard to see him cry. But now that it’s the third night he’s crying in his sleep, you literally don’t know how to react. Should you wake him up? Should you talk about it in the morning? Should you pretend nothing happened? You really don’t know what to do. You look outside the window and sigh. “We should talk about it anyway, right?” You think, right before shaking him lightly and waking him up.

“Are you okay?” You ask, while he looks at you through the tears; you dry some of them with your hand.

“Hm.” He murmurs, quickly hiding his face in his hands.

“Another nightmare?” You suggest, hoping not to be too intrusive.

At first he nods, but then he looks at you with a worried gaze. “Another...?”

“Yeah. It’s not the first time this happens.” You explain, caressing his cheek. “It’s okay, you must be having a hard time.”

“It’s just that I’m having some really bad nightmares...” He admits.

You smile. “It’s okay. I’m here whenever you need me, alright?”

#golden child reaction #golden child #gncd #golcha #lee daeyeol #choi sungyoon #lee jangjun #son youngtaek #bae seungmin #bong jaehyun #kim jibeom #kim donghyun #hong joochan #choi bomin

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iiamtrashqueenii · 3 years

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New Years Eve

Summary: Inspired by “New Years Eve” by Mal Blum, Virgil and Janus are reunited as the New Years Eve party the sides throw. Janus doesn’t want to admit how much he’s missed Virgil, and Virgil certainly isn’t making it easy on him.

Potential Triggers: (please let me know if any I missed or any you’d like me to tag in the future) Drinking, smoking, unhealthy relationships

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Letting out a breath of smoke into the sky from the balcony, Janus wondered for the hundredth time if he should even bother going to the party. It’d be a waste of time. Familiar faces he didn’t want to see, but at the very least, there’d be plenty to drink, and no one would question why.

Janus found himself drunk a lot of the time, actually. More often than he’d like to admit, and more often than even Remus could guess. Not that everyone else knew, Janus was all too good at hiding it, so long as no one was close enough to smell the alcohol on him. It wasn’t too hard to avoid when he rarely left his room either.

Shaking the thought away, he let the cigarette slip from his fingers, watching as the embers slowly died out with the rushing air as it plummeted to the ground. It wouldn’t start a fire. Not unless he willed it so. He had considered it momentarily, but ultimately decided against it. It wasn’t worth it. No amount of arson would fix things, and no amount of denial would make everything fade away, no matter how hard Janus tried. With slow steps, he slipped away from the balcony, into his room to get ready to go. Soon enough, Remus bounced into his room, asking if he was ready to go, and they headed to the ‘light’ sides part of the mind palace.

The music was rather loud for it being so early, only nine, and they were going to be there until at least one in the morning. Janus didn’t mind that, going to find drinks first before trying to socialize. Ultimately, by the time it was ten, he’d mostly stuck around Remus, sharing awkward glances with Virgil throughout the night. He should’ve talked to them—he knew that, it was the only chance at fixing things. But honestly? Janus didn’t even know if he wanted to fix things anymore. Not if Virgil didn’t want to try either. Besides, he didn’t need them.

Before the first hour could pass, they had started up party games, Janus well on his third drink as Roman asked him a simple ‘truth or dare.’ “Dare,” Janus answered blankly, staring into his plastic cup and tapping his fingers lightly on it, waiting for an answer before downing the rest of it.

“I dare you...” Roman glanced around, looking for an idea, “jump down from the top step over the railing,” she shrugged. It wasn’t all that interesting, but there wasn’t much that was interesting when they were capable of practically anything with minor consequences. Janus gave a curt nod and stood up, heading to the top of the stairs and pulling himself over the ledge before jumping down. The landing wasn’t that successful, aided by the drinking, so he had stumbled a bit before regaining his balance. “Ree, truth or dare?”

“Snakey-baby, you know better than to ask,” Remus answered, a faux softness to his voice.

“Great, so truth. What’s the real reason you dragged me to this party, Ree?” he asked, clearly bitter about it.

Remus breathed out quietly. “Jan you know I meant dare.”

“I dare you to answer the question.”

“That’s not—fine. I’m tired of seeing you tear yourself apart. You needed to get the hell out of your room. You can’t waste the rest of your life there,” Remus answered.

Janus pursed his lips in response, muttering a “your turn” under his breath and looking down again. What he hadn’t expected was for Remus to turn to Virgil for the next one. Remus and Janus had practically avoided asking Virgil so far—knowing full well that if Virgil picked truth, it wouldn’t go anywhere good. Worse is that Virgil did indeed answer with “truth.” Remus paused for a second. “I was hoping you’d pick dare,” he muttered honestly, before trying to think of a truth. Dares were easy for him to come up with, being intrusive thoughts and all.

“I got one,” Janus piped up, earning a hissed protest of his own name from Remus that fell on deaf ears. “Is it true that it’s my fault you left?”

Virgil frowned at the question. “Of course not, Janus.”

“Then how come you never visit?” he asked. “Is it just that... quite frankly I’m not worth it? Please, enligh—“

“Okay! Game time over,” Roman spoke, clasping his hands together. “Who wants to help me bring out the deserts and we’ll watch a movie for a while, yeah?” Remus had jumped up at the opportunity, mostly not wanting to be a part of the awkwardness between Janus and Virgil. It didn’t take long to get set up, mainly because Remus didn’t bother arguing about a movie—Roman would rig the votes anyway. Janus and Virgil had sat on opposite sides of the couch, both of them getting a few more drinks than necessary. They stopped the movie a little short, wanting to watch the time change across different places.

Janus stood up, slipping into the kitchen and setting his cup on the counter. He had had too much to drink already, knowing better than to get more if he wanted to remember anything by the next morning. He sighed, tossing the cup into the trash and leaning back on the counter, gripping the edge lightly, wondering shortly if it’d be any easy to leave. He could hear shouting and laughter coming from the nearby room, but at the same time, he didn’t feel as though he could actually hear it. Everything felt too loud and too quiet at once, so he had managed to miss a giggling Virgil stumbling through the door way, spilling a bit of their drink as they walked through. Great, Virgil was absolutely shit-faced.

“Hey Janny,” it slurred, leaning on a nearby chair for balance. The room was spinning. Merely sighing, Janus stepped over, going to help Virgil back to the living room, but Virgil stepped back a bit, holding out his hand forward and shaking his head. “Too loud in there,” he blubbered.

“Then I’ll take you to your room, but if you keep leaning on that chair like that, you’re gonna slam your face into the fridge.” Practically as predicted, Virgil’s hand slipped forward, his eyes going wide for a short moment before Janus caught him.

Breathing out softly, Virgil’s eyes flickered across Janus’s face, before its eyes landed on the little leaf decoration in the doorway. It grinned, something that didn’t look anything like Virgil’s normal grin, too drunk to care. “Janny, they must’ve forgotten to take down the mistletoe,” it slurred, leaning forward and pressing a messy but soft kiss to Janus’s lips before he even had a chance to respond. Janus hadn’t even shut his eyes yet by the time it was over, in a little shock, and unable to savor the moment. “I missed you,” Virgil mumbled. “I know you’ve missed me too,” they added quietly, resting their head on Janus’s chest, eyes fluttering shut.

“I don’t love you anymore,” he murmured quietly, most trying to convince himself of that, especially after that kiss. He repeated it a couple of times, whispered and breathy while tears pricked his eyes, and once he said it clearly for the first time, loud enough to at least be heard over the other’s, he shifted to lift up Virgil, who was practically asleep standing up. He blinked several times, trying to blink away the tears and slipping by unnoticed by the rest of the sides, even as he carried Virgil off. He slipped into Virgil’s room, oddly not too hard to do (Virgil was rather light after all, concerningly so), before setting them on their bed. He pulled up the blankets over Virgil, watching them adjust into their space before slipping out of the room, gently shutting the door and letting out a quiet huff. “I don’t love you anymore,” he repeated, starting to walk away. He knew better than to mention the kiss to anyone, even Remus. Remus would blabber about it, accidentally or on purpose, and Janus knew Roman and Virgil had something going on. If he ruined that... well, it was definitely much more worth suffering knowing Virgil was at least happy.

Janus walked back into his room, slipping off his bow tie and pulling it off, setting it on the desk before taking off his hat as well. He rested his hands on the table in front of him, staring down at it and hunching up his shoulders, doing his best not to let tears fall. He was oh-so-lucky to hear knocking on his door. It certainly wasn’t Remus—he never walked. “Come in,” he called, wiping nearing tears in his eyes with his thumb quickly.

He hadn’t expected Virgil to already be stumbling out of their room, opening the door and leaning on the door frame with a soft pout. “I didn’t want you to leave tonight,” Virgil admitted. “Stay? Please? I’ll talk to the others and we can... we can all be together again,” they choked out, lip quivering visibly.

Janus already knew if he said or did the wrong thing it’d be waterworks for hours, until Virgil passed out. So instead, he merely agreed, whatever Virgil wanted, and went to bring it back to bed. He stepped over, expecting to bring Virgil back to their own room, but Virgil slipped right past him, climbing into Janus’s bed and cuddling into the blanket. “... You know I never wanted to hurt you right?” it asked quietly. “I just thought it’d make me happier...”

“I know, Virgil. Hush now dear,” he murmured softly, pulling a chair up next to his bed. “Sleep, okay? We can talk about it in the morning,” he suggested lightly, shutting off the lamp.

They wouldn’t talk about it the next day, actually. Or anytime soon. And Janus would hope to whatever God or gods there may be that Virgil wouldn’t remember the kiss, wouldn’t say anything about the kiss, and they could forget it. Virgil wouldn’t forget, but it never dared to mention it, their relationships to fragile to dare.

#repost #my fics #my writing #anxceit #romantic anxceit #anxceit angst #tw drinking #tw unhealthy relationship #Virgil sanders #anxiety sanders #deceit sanders #Janus sanders #sanders sides

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americasass91 · 4 years

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This is my stucky fic idea. Basically after this dream of bucky’s, Steve has (coincidentally) started showing off his strength to him. One day, Bucky is horny and randomly asks Steve if he could bench press him. Steve’s gets cocky and replies by flexing before easily benching Bucky. After showing off, Steve lets Bucky feel his muscles, and then after a while he lifts him to the bed for smut. This isn’t dream, and is not yet an offical request. If you do accept, do you need me to post this again?

Well hello again! Here is my second Stucky request for this lovely Anon! I hope it’s to your liking. This is a part 2 to this 👉🏻Hidden Feelings. But it can be read as a stand alone. I did tweak this just a bit. But it’s still filled with Stucky goodness! This might be my last Stucky fic for a little while. I’m still not 100% comfortable writing them. But I couldn’t let this anon down! I hope it’s what you had in mind!

Revealed Feelings

Rating: Explicit (literally almost all of my fics are😂)

Words: 3k

Warnings: smut, m/m, hand jobs, cum, Bucky and Steve admitting feelings, language

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Ever since Bucky had that very erotic dream about Steve, he’s been avoiding him like the plague.

He had told himself it was just because he was horny. That he couldn’t want his best male friend in a sexual way. But that all got shot to hell when he decided to take home a girl he met in a bar the other night.

He had no problems getting going. He was actually enjoying himself as he bent Stacy? Stephany? Sylvia? over the back of his couch and was plowing into her from behind. Enjoying the little moans coming from her mouth. He had a tight grip on her hip with his metal hand and had the other buried between her legs.

He could feel her coming and normally that’s when he would let go as well. But he just couldn’t get there. He slowed down a little to let her come down from her high. But then picked right back up into his brutal pace when he felt her walls stop fluttering around him. He had better stamina than he thought.

He grabbed her hair and pulled her up so her back was to his front. She was moaning like a pornstar. Telling him to go faster and harder. He obliged. He moved his hand back down and started rubbing her clit again. This time she started moaning his name.

He opened his eyes and looked down at where they were connected. Even that wasn’t bringing him closer to the edge. He was starting to get frustrated with himself when he looked up and his gaze fell forward. That was a mistake.

Right there sitting on his tv stand were pictures. And of course there was one of him and Steve. Shit. Steve looked so fucking good in that picture. He and Bucky had their arms around each other. They had just run a marathon for charity.

Bucky couldn’t help but admire Steve’s arms in the picture. The way the veins were protruding out. He could tell Steve was flexing.

Bucky started fucking Samantha? even harder. He couldn’t help but let his gaze wander down Steve’s body. Once again he was wearing a shirt that didn’t fit him. Then Bucky’s gaze got to Steve’s crotch. He had never noticed the bulge in the picture before. He couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped his mouth. He started thinking about what that would feel like in his hand or better yet, his mouth.

As Bucky’s thoughts wandered to what Steve’s mouth would feel like on him, he came without warning. He just about moaned Steve’s name out loud. Thank god he was able to hold that back. Sally? didn’t even seem to notice his withdrawn state. He pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants and promised he’d call her as he rushed her out as politely as he could.

So that’s why he was currently hiding out in the communal library. He knew Steve spent a majority of his Saturdays either working out or planning missions. Bucky figured he was safe here. Boy was he wrong.

“Barnes!”

Bucky jumped at the sudden intrusion and looked up to see Nick Fury walking towards him.

“Sergeant Barnes. I hope you’re doing well this evening.” He doesn’t even give Bucky time to reply before he’s handing him over a file. “Could you see to it that Captain Rogers gets this immediately? It contains important information on his upcoming mission. I’d take it to him myself but I’m rather in a bind and have somewhere important I need to be.”

Bucky doesn’t say anything for a minute. He just looks from the file back to Fury’s face, trying to come up with an excuse as to why he can’t take the file to Steve.

He’s about to open his mouth when Fury cuts him off. “Look I know you and I got off on the wrong foot but this shouldn’t be a task you have to think this hard about. Aren’t you and Captain Rogers attached at the hip?”

Bucky was about to argue but then thought better. He goes to stand and grabs the file from Fury. “It’ll be no trouble, sir. I’ll see that Captain Rogers gets this right away.”

Fury nods his head in thanks. “I appreciate this Barnes. Thank you.” With that he turns to exit the other side of the library.

Bucky looks down at the file as if it’s offended him. Shit. Well he was going to have to face Steve sooner or later. Might as well be sooner. He looks up towards the ceiling.

“FRIDAY? Could you please tell me where Captain Rogers is?”

“Captain Rogers is in his living quarters. Would you like me to tell him you’re on your way?”

“That won’t be necessary. It’ll be a quick visit. Thank you.”

Bucky takes off towards the direction of Steve’s room. He hoped he wasn’t interrupting anything important. Maybe Steve was just relaxing? Taking a rest after a long week? Psh like he ever rests. He’s probably filling out mission reports. He’s such a nerd.

Bucky gets to his door and takes a couple deep breaths before knocking. Preparing for when he’ll see Steve’s handsome face.

When he thinks he’s ready, Bucky knocks.

He doesn’t have to wait very long before Steve answers the door.

Steve who wasn’t wearing a shirt.

Steve whose shorts were so low on his hips that Bucky could see that perfect V practically directing him towards his cock.

Steve who was all sweaty from a workout Bucky had apparently interrupted.

Steve who had no idea how hard he had just made his best friend.

Fuck.

Steve smiles at his best friend. “Hey, Buck! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Bucky’s brain has short circuited. He can’t seem to take his eyes off of Steve’s chest.

Steve notices where Bucky’s eyes are trained. He can’t help but smirk and start flexing a little. “You like what you see?”

Bucky snaps out of it and raises his gaze to Steve’s face. “Sorry, man. It’s just. Are you getting bigger? Hitting the gym even more?” Bucky hoped that poor excuse would suffice as to why he was ogling his half naked best friend.

Steve’s smirk turns cocky. “Yeah actually I have. Trying to buff up a little bit. You know, impress the ladies.”

Bucky couldn’t help the roll of his eyes. “Yeah, like you have trouble with the ladies. You hook up with what? 3-4 a week?” He makes his way inside and can’t help but notice the small gym that has taken up residence in Steve’s living room.

Steve heads over to grab a water bottle from the fridge. “Well, usually. I actually haven’t hooked up with anyone for a few weeks now.” He heads back over to stand in front of Bucky. He glances down and notices the file in his hand. “Is that for me?”

Bucky follows Steve’s gaze down to the file he’s still holding. He had forgotten all about it. He hands it over to Steve. “Yeah, this is from Fury. He said it was for your upcoming mission.”

Steve takes the file and sets it on his coffee table. “Thanks, man. How did you end up with it?”

Bucky shrugs. “I was in the library when I ran into him. He asked me to bring it to you. So here I am. Looks like I interrupted your workout though. Sorry. Why aren’t you working out in the gym?”

Bucky notices the blush that creeps up on Steve’s face. “Um, well. I got banned from the gym for a few weeks by Tony.”

Bucky chuckles and crosses his arms. “What the hell did you do, punk?”

Steve rolls his eyes at the nickname. “Well it was when I was sparring with Sam and a group of girls were watching us. I’ll admit I was showing off a bit and not paying attention and accidentally knocked over a row of treadmills. So i’m not allowed back in until I learn, as Tony put it, ‘Proper Gym Etiquette’ or some bullshit like that.”

Bucky starts laughing and looks around the makeshift gym. “Oh, yeah. That was hilarious! Definitely made me stop my workout because I was laughing so damn hard. Well looks like you don’t even need the gym. You have everything you could need right here.”

Steve shakes his head. “Not everything. I don’t have a bench press. Which sucks because that’s a part of my normal routine.”

Bucky’s next words fly out of his mouth faster than what his brain can process. “You could bench me if you want.”

Steve raises a curious eyebrow at Bucky. “What? Buck I can lift a hell of a lot more than what you weigh.” He flexes his biceps at Bucky, making the veins in his arms protrude out.

Bucky feels his cock twitch in his pants. Shit. “Yeah, but it would be better than nothing right?”

Steve pretends not to notice Bucky’s growing bulge and shrugs. “I guess you’re right. You wouldn’t mind?”

Bucky shakes his head. “Nope. Anything to help you out, punk.”

Steve chuckles and lays down on the mat he had stolen from the gym. “Alright then. I guess you can lean back into my hands? I’ll hold you between your shoulder blades and your upper left thigh?”

Bucky can’t help the shiver that wracks his body. “Um, yep. That’ll work.”

He knows his erection is now straining against his shorts. He’s hoping to whatever god is listening that Steve won’t notice.

Oh, Steve notices.

He can’t help the twitch he feels his own cock make. This is why he hasn’t been hooking up with anybody lately. He’s been having some not so friendly thoughts about his best friend recently. He’s been doing his best to keep them hidden. There’s no way Bucky would reciprocate them, right?

That’s why he’s been showing off in the gym more. Not for the girls. He’s been seeing if he can get a rise out of Bucky. He knows he’s looked like a douche what with all the flexing and wearing shirts that don’t fit him. And judging from the bulge in Bucky’s shorts, it’s working.

Bucky clears his throat to get Steve’s attention. “Ready?”

Steve holds his hands up and nods his head. Bucky leans back onto them. Steve readjusts his grip, making sure he won’t drop Bucky.

Bucky is trying his best not to let out a whimper. This is so much better than his dream. Steve’s hands on him feel like heaven. And when Steve starts to lift him? Bucky almost came right then and there.

Steve notices the shivers going down Bucky’s spine. He decides to turn it up a notch. He starts grunting unnecessarily every time he lifts Bucky up. He hears the little whimper escape Bucky’s mouth. That little noise goes straight to Steve’s cock. Which is now uncomfortably straining against his shorts.

“Um, okay Buck. I’m done.” He puts Bucky back down as gently as he can.

Bucky turns around and looks down at Steve confused. Only to then notice Steve’s eyes are trained on his erection. Steve quickly stands up, not even trying to hide the fact that he’s hard as well. Bucky can’t help but notice it. Jesus. Maybe Steve does feel the same way.

Steve can’t help but start flexing again. Loving the effect he’s having on Bucky.

Bucky’s eyes travel up over Steve’s body again. His bottom lip between his teeth as he watches his muscles become more prominent.

Steve decides to make a move. “You can touch them if you want.”

Bucky doesn’t need to be told twice. He runs his right hand over Steve’s bicep, earning him a moan from the blonde super soldier. He then moves his hand over to his pec and gives a nice squeeze. “Fuck, Bucky. You’re driving me crazy here.”

Bucky smirks and trails his hands down his abs. He reaches the waistband of Steve’s shorts and looks back up at him.

The heat between them is stifling.

Bucky raises his eyebrows as if daring Steve to make the first move.

Fuck it.

Steve grabs Bucky by the back of the neck and pulls him in for a bruising kiss. Bucky reacts quickly and grabs onto Steve’s bicep and gives another squeeze. Steve groans and grinds his cock against Bucky’s, desperate for some friction. Bucky pulls Steve closer and grinds back against him.

Steve can’t take it anymore. He pulls out of the kiss and lifts Bucky up and throws him onto his nearby bed. Steve takes just a second to admire the beautiful man in his bed. Lips red and swollen from his kissing. Cheeks and chest flushed. Chest rapidly rising and falling with every breath. And a beautiful erection begging to be let free.

Steve growls and quickly climbs on the bed next to Bucky until he’s laying beside him. He pulls Bucky back in for another kiss. He pulls away again after a few minutes. “Please, Buck. Tell me you want this just as much as I do?”

Bucky smirks as he grabs Steve’s hand and places it on his clothed erection. “Does that feel like I want it, Steve?”

Steve moans and pulls Bucky back in for a kiss. He removes his hand from Bucky’s bulge and starts attempting to tug his shorts down. Bucky smirks and helps Steve out, successfully pushing his shorts down enough to free his cock. Steve then reaches for the hem of Bucky’s shirt and lifts it over his head.

Steve can’t help but marvel at him for a second. He’s never been intimate with a guy before but dammit if Bucky wasn’t beautiful. More so than the women he’s been with. And his cock? Steve couldn’t wait to get his hands on the girthy length of him.

This time it’s Bucky’s turn to ask. “You like what you see?”

Steve smirks and reaches out to grab a hold of the beautiful cock. “Oh, yeah. You get this hard just for me?”

Bucky rests his forehead on Steve’s shoulder and lets out a moan. “Only get this hard for you, Stevie.”

Steve adjusts his grip just a little tighter and starts slowly jerking Bucky off. Bucky can’t help but bite down on Steve’s shoulder to stifle his moaning. Steve isn’t having that. “Don’t hide from me. I want to hear how good I’m making you feel. Come on handsome, let me hear you”

Bucky raises his head off of Steve’s shoulder. He grabs the back of Steve’s head with his metal hand and pulls him back in for a kiss. Steve starts pumping Bucky’s cock even faster. Bucky doesn’t want Steve to have all the fun. He starts pulling at Steve’s shorts, signaling he wants them off.

Steve removes himself from Bucky for a moment to stand up and remove his shorts. Bucky can’t help the whine that escapes him as he watches Steve’s cock smack against his abdomen. Long, thick, and just absolutely perfect. A cocky smirk appears on Steve’s face. He’s glad Bucky is impressed.

He climbs back on the bed and resumes kissing Bucky and once again grabbing his cock. This time Bucky reciprocates and grabs Steve’s cock, earning him a loud moan. “Fuck, Bucky. Just like that.”

Bucky pumps his fist at a rapid pace. He’s been close to coming ever since Steve bench pressed him. He wants to get Steve there. “Bucky if you don’t slow down, I’m going to bust a nut like some teenager.”

Bucky smirks and grabs the back of Steve’s head with his metal hand and leans in to whisper, “I want you to come for me. All over me. Make a mess, Stevie.”

Steve groans and starts moving his fist to match Bucky’s pace, now wanting them to come at the same time. Bucky moans and loses himself in the feeling of Steve’s hand wrapped around him. He comes with a shout and makes a big mess on Steve’s abdomen.

The feel of Bucky’s cum hitting his body is what does Steve in. He makes an equally big mess all over Bucky’s abdomen and chest. Steve removes his hand from Bucky’s softening cock and places it on Bucky’s hip to pull him in even closer. Steve gives Bucky a big, dopey smile. “That’s the fastest anyone has ever made me come. You must have the magic touch.”

Bucky moves his hand to Steve’s ass and gives a squeeze. “Sorry about that. Got a little carried away. I couldn’t really help myself. I’ve never felt like this before.”

Steve cups Bucky’s cheek and makes him look him in the eye. “Neither have I. This is new for both of us. I’m glad it’s with you, though.”

Bucky smiles at Steve. “Yeah? You okay going from best friends to”...he gestures down their naked bodies... “whatever this is?”

Steve pulls Bucky in for a kiss. He pulls back and touches his forehead to Bucky’s. “Well I want more than sex but I’ll take what I can get. If sex is all you want, then I’ll take it.”

Bucky chuckles at him. “Well sounds like we want the same things, punk. And don’t worry, we can keep it just between us if you’d like.”

Steve furrows his brows in confusion. “Why would I want to keep this just between us? Are you...are you ashamed of us?”

Bucky quickly shakes his head. “No! Of course not! I just assumed you wouldn’t want people to know since you’ve always been with women and you’re Captain America.”

Steve cups Bucky’s cheek again. “The thought of being with you makes me happy. And I want to show you off and how happy you make me. If my friends can’t get over that then fuck ‘em. They aren’t my real friends. As for my fans? The real ones will support me.”

Bucky can’t help the tear that falls from his eye. Steve wipes it away with his thumb. “You make me happy, too. Please know that. I’ve wanted this for longer than I’m willing to admit. I’m...I think I’m in love with you, Steve.

Steve smiles and goes to pull Bucky in for another kiss. Just before their lips touch he utters out, “I love you too, jerk.”

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yukisflowergarden · 3 years

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Beelzebub x MC

Honestly, I have no idea what I was doing before I started to write anything below 👇. But Beel is a big, soft giant :), so I guess I will write him confessing to Mc?

Warnings⚠️

Fluff, ( just a gentle / soft giant confessing his love), ⚠️⚠️bad grammar⚠️⚠️ ( ps- this will be before lesson 16, because I’m too lazy to put Belphie into the picture:), oh and I might accidentally use she/her pronouns:I apologise servearly, I do t mean to offend🥺🙁)

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🫐(Y/N POV)🫐

Beel, he was a sweet,…tart! The way he always smiled, his beautiful indigo eyes (I thinks that what colour his eyes are…). You just loved him as a whole, and don’t even get started on his build, for a guy who eat like every 5minutes, and constantly had food in his mind, that was beyond impressive.

However, looks wasn’t all that was of Beelzebub, a major part of him was his personality. He was always gentle, caring, and selfless when it came to you. One night, it was thundering, a massive storm struck the devildom,( For the sake of the story, you now have a fear of thunder☺️). You couldn’t get any sleep, constantly worrying about what would happen if you closed her eyes for a second. It came down to a process of elimination, to figure out which brother to go to. Lucifer? Nah, he would be too busy with paperwork. Mammon? The guy sleeps nude, so you probably shouldn’t snuggle up to him for comfort. Levi… 99.8% playing video games. You wouldn’t dare disrupt Satan, and Asmo would be getting his ‘beauti sleep’. So that just leaves Beelzebub!

🍔(Beelzebubs Pov)🍔

The boy had only went and got his midnight snack just 3minuyes ago, so he wasn’t fast asleep, however his eyes were a bit drowsy.

He was about to fall asleep completely, until he heard a subtle creek, from his bedroom door. He thought that just maybe his brother might have left something there, so they came back to retrieve it.

But it definitely wasn’t one of his brothers…

He felt a ever-so light dip in the bed, it could have been Belphie… but he was in the human real, right?

Suddenly, he felt arms, slowly wrapping around his torso, the person behind him was right up against him. Then, another crack of thunder occurred.

After hearing a slight shriek, Beel finally turned around to see who the intruder was.

🫐(Y/N POV)🫐

I was scared I had got caught, Beel might not have liked my sudden intrusion, and send be back to my bedroom…, but he didn’t. Instead, he just turned around to face me, and held me close against him. He felt warm, like a personal heating system. His breath smelt of…, ( idk, something you like that’s sweet)

Although his breathing was controlled, you could hear his heart, pounding. Did you do that to him, no, you wish, but you felt it deep down that he only thought of you as a good buddy.

“S…, sorry Beel. I just, the thunder was really loud and scary, and…, well, you were the first person I knew or… thought I could go to” You tried to pull back slightly, just to look at him in his face.” I’m so sorry, I’ll leave,… if I’m making you feel uncomfortable”

“No.” That’s all he said, right before he squeezed me even closer to him, in one of his death hugs( no he wasn’t trying to kill you, he could never 😇).

There was a pause before you nodded, and then nuzzled your head back into his chest. After that, it didn’t take long for the two of you to fall asleep.

~~~

The next morning

🍔( Beels POV)🍔

I wish that could happen every night, to know that Y/ N was in my arms, comforted by me, not intimidated, like most others.However, I know that if I really, genuinely wanted that , I would suck it up, and tell them my true feelings.

Honestly, I just want to be able to hold them, in my arms, everyday.Every night while we sleep together. Go to thousands of different restaurants, both from the human realm and devildom.

It’s also kind of embarrassing to admit this but, I really wanna taste their lips, should they be sweet? And I’m probably stretching it out there, having a family with them wouldn’t be bad either.

Anyway, how? Like how am I supposed to ask them out, I’ve never had romance before, I’ve been…, to busy stuffing my face with food. However, I have to confess something, for so long, I’ve had hunger for food…, this hunger coming from my stomach, the only hunger I knew of, until I met Y/N. This new hunger, ever sense I took notice of her, it came from my.., heart? Every single time I would walk past her in R.A.D, at home, my heart would be hungry, for her to be in my arms permanently.

I would constantly tell myself that they were just a human, a small…, adorable, friendly human.

That was the last straw! I couldn’t anymore, I had to tell them! The hunger coming from my heart was unbearable, I had to suppress it, only two ways to do that. Either wait till she would return back to the human realm, and try desperately to forget about her, or to satisfy my hunger by telling them.

Yeah…, let’s stick with the second one before my heart eats itself!

( 😏 get it because when we say “ I’m so hungry my stomach is going to eat itself” because feels hunger is coming from his heart, his heart will eat itself?…No? Okay will stop, back to the story 😊 )

🫐( Y/N’s POV)🫐

I heard footsteps heading towards my door, that was until they suddenly disappeared. Confused, I got up from my bed, walking up to my door to open it. There was no one, just a…, small box? I look side to side, seeing if I could spot the person that left it there, to no avail. 🙁

I started to walk back into my room, closing the door, and placing it atop of my study desk beside it. Sitting down, I slowly undid the ribbon that was neatly keeping the box together.

✨The Note✨

Dear Y/N

I, honestly have no idea what I’m doing, but here I got… Your amazing

Everything about you, from your gorgeous eyes, to your, soft, silky smooth legs.

The way your smile is so big, that the corners of your mouth almost reach the bottom of your eyes. The sweet giggle that spills from your lips.

Everything, everything single this about you, is like a sparkling gem that shines brighter than all the others.

I, desperately need to talk to you face to face so, if you get the hint of where this is going, and you agree, please meet me in the garden behind the house

-Beeley🍔

✨Note- End✨

I felt a tear roll down my cheeks, but not one of sadness. Was this actually happening? Was what I thought Beel was trying to say what I thought?

I immediately rushed out the door, every 5 steps I took, I almost tumbled over my legs.

🍔(Beelzebubs POV)🍔

Oh sweet Diavolo, was this a bad decision? What if she doesn’t feel the same, what if she likes one of his brothers, what if his crazy food obsession scared her away? What if…

Suddenly, I was stopped, in the middle of all the reasons why they would reject me.

I turned around, my hand shaking, afraid of their answer,

“H.., hey Y/N, I guess you got that note huh..?” My face was washed by a light red

“Y-yeah I did and I… I umm…” I fiddled with my fingers, looking everywhere but his eyes.

“ If you don’t feel the same Y/N, that’s 100% fine, I will understand won’t push you or force you to agree with my feelings. I just…, I couldn’t hide it any longer”

She gave me a big sigh, right before grabbing my writs and giving me the tightest hug imagineable. I heard a slight mumble, however when I started to lean down to try and catch what she was saying I was caught off guard.

Her soft, SWEET, delicious lips touched mine, their embrace only tightened.

“I love you Beel, have for ages I- I was just.., too shy to say it…” a couple seconds of silence occurred before we both giggled.

We stayed like that for the rest of the afternoon, but instead of outside, we both resided in each other’s embrace, I’m bed.

#obey me #fanfic #beelzebub x reader #beelzebub obey me #avatar of gluttony #one master to rule them all

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canyouhearthelight · 4 years

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The Miys, Ch. 115

Extra special thanks for this chapter go out to @baelpenrose and @charlylimph-blog. Besides being regular beta-readers for me, Bael really really wanted a chapter with more Charly/Coffey, and Charly happily obliged by joining my and Bael’s regularly scheduled live-write of the chapter. We. Had. A. Blast. It was a shining beacon of love and laughter in my life, let me tell you.

I walked from the kitchen to the entry just as the notification went off that someone was standing outside. Still laughing from the comment Tyche made about the chicken breasts we were currently stuffing, my smile didn’t drop an inch as I saw Charly and Coffey standing there. “Hey, you two! About time!”

Charly held her head high and ignored my comment, while Coffey grinned back. “Best for last, you know,” he tossed with a wink as he handed over a bottle of red wine. “I know it doesn’t go with chicken but…”

“Stomachs are colorblind,” I finished, in sync with Charly and Tyche like we had rehearsed it. Conor and Maverick burst into laughter while Arthur just shook his head at our antics.

Charly stretched her neck to look over Tyche’s shoulder. “Those looks like…”

“We know,” Arthur groaned, eliciting another chuckle from everyone. “Tyche just mentioned that.”

“The - feta? - cheese is not helping your case, I’m just saying.”

Tyche tried her hardest to scowl and made a shooing gesture. “Please don’t ruin dinner before it’s even cooked please?”

“If I promise it won’t make dinner sound obscene, can I ask a question?” Charly ventured. All eyes turned toward her, since it was probably the first time she had ever asked permission to ask a question. Once I slowly nodded, she took a deep breath. “Have you ever tried rabbit?” The next part was rushed. “ImeanIhavearecipeforrabbitstewthat’stodiefor, andI’mprettysureAntoinewouldlikerabbitragout-”

“Charly,” Coffey intoned softly, reaching out to gently scritch the back of her neck.

She stopped talking and bit her lips. “I just mean - “

“It’s okay,” I assured them before anyone else in the room exploded from the laughter they were trying to hold back for her sake. “I really would love that recipe, Charly. I actually have a recipe for lapine ragout that Antoine adores, but the only other recipe I have is for coney pie.”

Charly nodded enthusiastically while practically collapsing on Coffey’s lap. Still nodding, she pulled a file up on her datapad and flicked it towards me. “Can I ask about the rabbits?” she asked softly, head twitching when Coffey scowled and - I assume - gently tugged the hair above where he was still scratching her neck. “Doesn’t hurt to ask!” she complained.

“I swear, it’s fine,” Arthur stated firmly. “You would be shocked at how hilarious she finds this story.”

Tyche rolled her eyes hard enough to move her neck. “And it puts some things into perspective…” she sighed.

Conor, on the other hand, gave me a hard look when I opened my mouth. “You know the rule.”

Dropping my head back in defeat, I took a deep breath. “Yes, I will make coney pie tomorrow for dinner.” Antoine, Charly, and Coffey all looked at me in confusion. “Conor hates hearing about my near-death experiences, so when I tell this story I have to make him rabbit pie for dinner.”

“So he can eat your enemies,” Charly nodded sagely.

“Pretty much,” I shrugged.

“Wait- “ she sputtered, realizing the rest of what I explained. “You had a near death experience? With a bunny!?”

All I could do was giggle. “Yes. I have a deathly fear of bunnies because one almost killed me once.”

“Twas no ordinary rabbit - it had a vicious streak a mile wide….” Arthur added, funny accent and all.

“May I ask that no one interrupt Sophia until she explains how she managed a real-life reenactment of a Monty Python sketch?” Coffey asked, leaning forward so far that Charly had to twist to stay on his lap.

“The truth is stranger than fiction,” Arthur nodded, tapping his glass gently against the other man’s. “Sophia, take it away.”

Shaking my head with a grin, I obliged. “You have to know, Tyche and I grew up in a very backwater, uneducated family, and also in hereditary poverty. So, it was perfectly normal - to us, anyway - to have pets like chickens, or goats… or rabbits… Food animals. Well, when I was eight, my uncle decided I was old enough for my first pet rabbit. A good, big one.” Tyche shook her head with a smirk, and I just shot her a glance as I kept speaking. “Well, Snickers wasn’t quite hand-tamed. And the only way to hand-tame a wild rabbit is to…. Well, hold it, honestly. So I would sit in the yard, with Snickers in my lap, and hold him while he ate grass.”

Maverick opened his mouth to ask the question he always loved to ask, but Charly gently put her hand on his wrist and shook her head.

I still answered the question I knew would have come. “I know, it sounds like the most harmless thing in the world, right? Pet rabbit, in my lap, chilling out and eating fresh grass. The thing is… Rabbits are burrowers. And they have these wicked claws on their back feet just for that. So, when you hold them, you have to hold their back feet together, or they kick to get away.”

Charly gasped softly as she realized what was coming, quickly clamping a hand over her mouth.

I nodded. “Yep. One day, Snickers got started, and I didn’t have his back feet as tightly as I should have, and… well, he opened my arm up from wrist to elbow before I could let him go. I screamed, my mother came out, took me to the emergency room. I’ve been terrified of rabbits ever since.”

“That’s awful!” Charly cried out, jumping up to come hug me.

As I patted her on the back, Coffey sat up straighter and shook his head. “Poppy, she’s okay now. And besides, didn’t you hear her mention how ‘backwater’ her family was?” He arched an eyebrow at me, eye gleaming. “I bet that rabbit was dinner that same night.”

“Bunny dumplings,” Tyche confirmed with a wink. “If we didn’t know what else to do with it, it was dumplings.”

Arthur shook his head with a chuckle. “I would have thought you would be upset that she ate her pet, Miss Harper.”

She made a rude noise in return. “Are you kidding!? The first thing I killed with a bow was a rabbit.” Head high, she flexed her biceps. “Do you know how fast those things are!?”

“Nice and fat one, too,” Coffey added. “And she found rosemary to roast it with.”

“And lemon balm,” she added. “And mint, but that stuff grows everywhere.”

I nearly groaned at the memory of spit-roasted wild game.

“So, you two have been through the whole After together?” Conor asked as dinner hit the table.

Charly nodded enthusiastically as she took a bite. “Yeah, we were friends Before - oh my gosh, this balsamic reduction is perfect, Tyche - and found each other not long after the End. After a while…” she trailed off, waving between them as much as she could, considering she was still sitting on Coffey’s lap.

We all nodded. I was, honestly, happy to see two people who knew each other that long survive the end of the world together. “So, I knew Charly did archery - she’s shown me a few times, but I’m terrible at it, turns out. What about you, Coffey?” I paused before realizing how intrusive that might be. “And if you don’t want to answer, it’s okay,” I rushed to clarify.

He smiled in reassurance. “I was security, Before, and… security After, in a way.” Chewing thoughtfully on a bite of bread, he glanced at something none of us could see. “I had a gun, at first - being a black man who grew up in NorthAm before it was NorthAm, it was more prudent than it was deviant at the time.”

“I don’t blame you,” I grumbled, while Tyche nodded and scowled furiously. We were horrifically embarrassed to be related to some of the reasons he needed a gun in the Before.

He tilted his head in a conciliatory fashion, as though he could tell what I was thinking. “In the After, bullets were hard to come by and… not very prudent, it turned out. They drew a lot of attention. Whereas our sneaky Charly…”

“Probably made traps,” Arthur finished nonchalantly. When a few of us glanced at him, he rolled his eyes. “Oh come on! No one can tell me the queen of pranks and engineering over here did not booby-trap anywhere she was living within an inch of her life and the lives around her.”

Charly beamed, while Coffey just chuckled. “I honestly don’t believe the margin of error was quite that wide, to be frank. But it was safe enough that, before long, we accidentally had an enclave.”

I snorted in an attempt not to choke on my drink, while Conor and Maverick were both glancing at Arthur - the resident warlord.

Arthur just blinked in an almost placid manner. “I’m actually impressed. You started rebuilding by accident.”

“Do I look like someone who decides to take over the world?” Charly pointed out. After a chorus of Yes all around the table, she rolled her eyes. “It’s not my fault that hobbit holes are a strategically sound idea.”

“Apocalyptic Tolkien,” Tyche whistled. “I like it.”

“Sophia would have loved the library,” Coffey laughed.

My head shot up hard enough to make my neck hurt. “Library?”

He nodded. “Charly had the idea to go rescue every book we could find on camping, how-tos, engineering, historical infrastructure…”

“You just passed every class you are ever in, with flying colors,” Arthur nodded. “I had to make most of my people read - though we did end up with a library and decent bathing infrastructure.”

“Siege engines, Mr. Farro. We were building siege engines.”

He muttered something that sounded like “I will make up classes for you to pass,” but I was willing to bet that he would never admit it. Out loud, he just added “The fact that you not only read voluntarily but got other people to read without being forced has earned you extra credit.” She opened her mouth to object, but he held up a hand. “I’m being entirely serious, and no I won’t take it back.”

“I wasn’t going to try to survive an apocalypse without baths,” she scowled, stabbing a potato. “We may have ended the world, but we weren’t heathens.” Chewing so fast I thought she was going to choke, she immediately started asking Arthur about how he organized plumbing for his group.

“Trenches, aqueducts, and basically I got lucky because someone had a construction background. We had some records of how Romans built their sewers with something close enough to the materials we had to work with so… it worked out.

With that, the conversation took off in the direction of infrastructure for post-apocalypse settlements, with Conor adding his opinion everywhere possible. I knew there was no changing the topic, so I just shook my head and tried to keep up.

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A Prince’s Room Part 2

(I finally got past my writer’s block and finished part 2! Also I got some inspiration for this chapter from an amazing anon from this ask. So yeah, sorry this took so long to make, writing is hard)

TW: Unsympathetic Sides (Except for Roman), Self-Doubt, Cursing, Arguing, Injuries, Mention of starving once self and not sleeping, Mention of Manipulation, Quilt tripping, Blaming, Caps, Hurt no Comfort, Weapons, If I missed any, pleased tell me and I will add it.

Pairings: None

Word Count: 2384

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A few months have now passed since the awful accident. Roman was now in his room. He hasn’t eaten in about 4 weeks. He has kept hydrated and he occasionally slept once in a while. Well, more like he would wait until his body gave out and forced him to sleep. While the sides didn’t need to physically take care of themselves as normal people do, they can choose to be affected by things like starvation and sleep deprivation. And, Roman chose to let it affect it.

He considered this his punishment. His punishment for being so stupid. He had one reason to live. One reason to continue fighting despite how much it hurt him. To make his friends happy. To please them. And he failed. He failed so badly. All those days of taking notes, of observing their friends closely, of forcing himself to change. All of that, for nothing. All the struggles and self-inflicted punishments for participating in what he labeled a bad habit, just for him to mess it all up. Just for him to make the dumbest mistake that will make all his work for nothing. He couldn’t stop thinking of where he went wrong. Was it letting himself lose track of time on the day of the confrontation? Was it leaving the chart in such an obvious place? Was it naming the chart “Duties”? Was it making the chart in the first place? He couldn’t decide. All he knew was that he lost the war. He had prided himself on winning thousands of battles. But in the end, he let himself lose the war. He lost by his own hands. And now all he had left was nothing more than toxic thoughts and a torn-up room.

He knew that he couldn’t die, at least not from something like starvation, so he just sat there suffering. He gave up on giving Thomas ideas. He didn’t think it was worth staying up all night or constantly fighting writer’s block. He didn’t think it was worth sitting through the harsh criticisms of the others. It just wasn’t worth it. Nothing was. Not anymore.

The others knew about Roman’s absence, they just didn’t care. In fact, they enjoyed it. They were happy that they no longer had to deal with a fake friend. On top of that, they were glad he didn’t have to deal with his dramatics. They no longer had to deal with his excessive talking that many times was too loud. They didn’t have to deal with him constantly talking about Disney or another interest for hours non-stop. They didn’t have to deal with his nonsense stories that often derailed and became off-topic. They didn’t have to deal with his loud singing at random times of the day. They didn’t have to deal with him constantly accidentally bumping into them every time he would dance around the living room. They didn’t have to deal with him. It was a breath of relief for them.

What they did care about though, was his lack of work. They cared that Thomas had been in a creative block for months. They cared that he wasn’t working on scripts for the next video. They cared that he wasn’t going out to auditions. They cared that they had no way to make money.

And so soon, they got fed up with it. They were tired of not being able to make money from their main source of income. They were tired of Thomas just sitting around and wasting time. They were tired of Roman just being selfish, but none of them wanted to talk to him.

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“So, what are we going to do now?” Logan looks at the others.

They all decided to gather in the living room to hopefully construct a plan of action.

Virgil rolls his eyes in annoyance, “I don’t care but whatever it is, I am not going to talk to that bastard.”

“Kiddo, language,” Patton mumbles.

The anxious side just rolls his eyes in response.

“Can you all focus?! We need to figure this out! Thomas can’t continue neglecting his job!” Logan says, starting to get frustrated with the others.

“Wow, thanks for the information Logan,” Janus starts sarcastically, “It’s not like we didn’t already know that.”

The logical side turns to the snake-like side, “Shut up Janus. If you already know this then how about you help me find a solution!”

Now Janus starts getting mad, “Isn’t that supposed to be your job! You’re the logical one!”

“Enough!” Patton intervenes, “This isn’t getting us anywhere!”

Remus laughs, finding the others bickering quite entertaining.

“What are you laughing about?” The moral side asks pointedly.

The intrusive side shrugs, “I just think it’s funny when you guys argue.”

That’s when a full fight breaks out. Everyone yelling at each other and insulting one another. This happened quite often nowadays. Ever since the accident tensions have been very high, often overspilling into massive arguments. They didn't want to argue. They didn't like to constantly sit in a room fueled by tension. They didn’t like carefully picking out what to say. Walking on eggshells so thin that the smallest amount of added weight made that sea of eggshells crumble in seconds.

In the end, though, it never mattered. No matter how careful they were. How much they didn’t want to argue and fight. Or how much they wanted the tension gone. It didn't matter. Because in the end, all their efforts were for nothing. The sea of eggshells was always broken. The tension always built up to a suffocating extent. And it was frustrating for them. So, they took out that frustration on each other.

About half an hour later of them just arguing, Patton decided it was enough.

"EVERYONE SHUT UP! WE CAN'T CONTINUE DOING THIS! WE NEED TO FIND A SOLUTION TO OUR PROBLEM AND THIS IS GETTING US NOWHERE!"

Everyone went quiet and just stared at Patton for a bit.

Eventually, Logan spoke up, "You're right. We should all go to confront Roman and convince him to stop being unreasonable."

It takes a bit of convincing but eventually, everyone agrees to the plan. So, they start making their way over to Roman’s room.

Once they get to Roman’s room, Virgil is the one to begrudgingly knock on the door. Minutes pass and there’s no answer making all of them frustrated. So, this time Remus knocks on the door, much harsher and louder.

There’s still no answer.

So, in an act of frustration and anger, Remus breaks the door down. The second he does a terrified scream fills the room, startling all of them. When they take in the scenery, they all feel their hearts sink.

The room itself was a mess. All the posters and papers were ripped off the walls and laying on the floor, crumpled and torn to bits. The actual paint on the walls was scratched off, nail markings and dried blood in its place. Makeup and art supplies littered the floor, most of it was no longer usable. Medals and prizes were either broken or accompanying the rest of the mess on the floor.

The most heartbreaking part about the situation in front of them though was the small trembling figure in the corner.

Roman looked pale and sickly. He was significantly skinnier than the last time the others had seen him. He was shaking so much, it looked like the smallest touch would shatter him. His eyes had deep bags underneaths his eyes, once that easily beat Virgil’s. It was upsetting, to say the least.

They slowly begin to make their way over, noting how the sickly side didn't react at all. They stop a few feet in front of him.

"R-Roman….?" Patton calls him quietly.

He doesn't respond. Not even move, well aside from his shaking.

"R-Robro pl-please…." Remus tries, his voice deep with regret and uncertainty.

No response from the broken side.

Logan decides to move closer and place a hand on the other side's shoulder gently, immediately noticing how cold he was. Before he can say anything, Roman slaps his hand away and tries to move further into the corner, whimpering when he realized he couldn't.

Logan steps away, startled by Roman’s actions. It was now Janus's turn to try anything. He goes over and kneels in front of the creative side.

He speaks softly, "Roman, can you hear me….?"

Roman hugs his knees and buries his face in them, going back to not moving or responding.

Virgil groans quietly and steps forward, "Come on Princey. This isn’t funny."

"Virgil is right," Logan says, "This is impractical and a waste of time. Thomas needs you to get back to work. Stop acting like a child and letting all these things affect you. You're not human, you can't die."

"I hate to agree with them kiddo," Patton speaks up, "But, they're right. You can't continue doing this."

Suddenly Roman stands up, ignoring the dizziness it brought him. His legs were shaking so much that it seemed like his knees would just give out underneath him. Yet, he stood strong, his anger very visible.

“Get the fuck out of my room! All of you FUCK OFF!”

Patton quickly reacts, “Roman! Language! We’re here to help you and you’re being ungrateful! We’re trying to fix your mistakes!”

“I DON’T FUCKING CARE!” Patton flinches and hides behind the others.

Everyone else is completely speechless.

“YOU’RE NOT HERE TO HELP ME! YOU’RE HERE TO QUILT TRIP ME INTO THINKING THAT I’M IN THE WRONG AND THAT I’M THE CAUSE OF ALL THIS! GUESS WHAT? I WON’T FALL FOR YOUR SHIT ANYMORE!”

Remus manages to find his voice, “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! THIS IS YOUR FAULT! IF YOU HADN’T TREATED US LIKE SOME SORT OF TASKS NONE OF THIS WOULD BE HAPPENING!”

Roman turns to Remus, summoning his sword and nearly slashing his twin with it, however, Remus was able to block it with his morning star in time.

“I DIDN’T TREAT YOU GUYS LIKE TASKS! IF YOU HAD ALL JUST SHUT UP AND LET ME SPEAK ON THAT FUCKING DAY YOU WOULD HAVE KNOWN WHAT THE GRAPH WAS ACTUALLY FOR!”

“Enough!” Janus says in a harsh and serious tone, mad that Roman tried to hurt Remus.

Logan sighs, “Roman, what was the graph for?”

Roman grits his teeth and puts his sword away when he sees Janus glaring at him.

“The graph was to try and keep you guys happy! It had lists of what you guys liked and made you happy so that I could please you all and make sure I didn’t FUCK UP OUR FRIENDSHIP! BECAUSE GUESS WHAT?! YOU ALL WERE THE ONE THING THAT GAVE ME A REASON TO CONTINUE DOING MY JOB AND LIVING! YOU GUYS WERE THE REASON I STILL CONSIDERED IT WORTH IT TO GET UP EVERY MORNING! WAS THE NAME OF THE GRAPH BAD? YES! I REGRET NAMING IT THAT BUT WHEN I CAME UP WITH IT I COULDN’T THINK OF A BETTER NAME BECAUSE OF THE HORRIBLE CREATOR’S BLOCK I HAD!” Hot angry tears flow down Roman’s face as he takes harsh, semi-short breaths.

Every other side suddenly freezes. Remus lowers his morning star. Janus’s glare vanishes. Virgil, who was standing in front of Patton in a defensive position, dropped his guard. Patton’s face goes pale and ghostly. Logan bites his tongue a bit and tenses slightly.

The other sides don’t dare to say anything and instead just watch Roman, who is trying to desperately wipe his tears away and calm down to no avail.

“R-RoRo….” Remus decides to try and fix his mistake.

“Don’t.” Roman quickly shoots down any sort of apology they try and give him.

“R-Roman please….” Virgil shakily speaks, on the verge of an anxiety attack.

“Leave,” Roman looks away from them, fighting the urge to forgive them and fall into their abuse again.

Janus takes a deep breath, “Please let us talk-”

This makes Roman’s blood boil all over again, “OH DON’T YOU DARE SAY THAT!” His tears start again, “Not after everything I’ve been through because YOU all REFUSED to let ME talk!”

They go quiet again, watching the once prince-like side with pity.

“You don’t get to cast me aside and make my life a living hell, then once you learn the truth try and to apologize to make yourselves feel better! I REFUSE TO FALL FOR YOUR FUCKING GAMES AGAIN! Just SECONDS ago you were all dismissing my feelings just to get me to work and make you guys money again! I’m DONE! SO. GET. OUT. OF. MY. ROOM!”

They don’t dare to try and argue again. They all start walking out of the room. Roman keeps his eyes to the floor, once again trying to stop his tears with little success.

Then just before he hears his door close, he hears words that add salt to his thousands of wounds.

“I’m sorry.”

From a voice, he quickly identified, Patton…

Roman punches the wall in rage, not caring or even flinching when the wall breaks and his knuckles bleed.

He falls to the floor, hugging himself tightly as he sobbed. All the pain he felt from that unfortunate day that spiraled everything out of proportion, now back a million times worse. As well as the pain of having to confront the very people he once loved and fighting the urge to hug them and just forgiven them for the sake of being loved again.

The guilt-filled sides all went back to their individual rooms and, much like Roman, broke down. Their tears filled with regret and self-hate.

But, even if Roman could hear their cries from his room or as he passed their rooms to get food, he didn’t feel bad. They only cared after he snapped at them. They never tried and asked for his side of his story during the time he was locked in his room. He didn’t feel bad for them because he knew they didn’t really care about him. Instead, they cared about their own emotions and conscience.

So as he walked back to his room after getting some snacks, once again passing through the loud sobs, he pledges to never let them win again by blindly trusting them and giving them his friendship.

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