#// figured a past thread would be fun :p

[stmulnts-a]

@gvesnofux : ‘ i can hide from my friends but i cannot hide from you. ’

               ⋯⋯⋯     Tweek's chest had felt tight from the moment Craig approached him the day before. ‘Can we hang out tomorrow?’ ‘...Sure.’ He had no clue what to expect. Was he going to be reprimanded? Were they gonna fight? Was Craig finally going to explain where exactly Tweek had screwed up?

Hearing those words, though, made Tweek start pulling at his shirt. That tightness was starting to hurt.

“...then why did you?” He had no better way of asking, as long of a moment as he spent thinking. And after another moment, he couldn't help but feel a little bad. “...I'll answer if you do.”

[eustasskiddsprosthetic]

Lads, it's been such a long time since I've returned to my roots—Lu/Law/Lu and I'm happy to say I have an idea! I've read a thread discussing dilf Luffy and it reminded me of my own Dilf!Lulaw fic I wrote some time ago. I'm OBSESSED with Dilf Luffy so follow me.

Law and Luffy are childhood friends. Law babysits Luffy when they were 13 and 6 respectively and they get along. Law would teach Luffy about the anatomy of various small animals, showing him how to dissect (or pretty much butcher) any type of animal they could find and Luffy would watch, quietly and thoroughly intrigued.

When Luffy was 10 years old, he thought the 17 year old Law was just the coolest guy ever, apart from Ace and Sabo. Law's tall, super smart and his deep voice (whenever it doesn't crack) is super nice.

Sure, he's stuffy and a nerd but if Luffy throws enough rocks at Law's window, Law's the best guy to prank people with! He has backup plans after backup plans to get them both out of trouble. He one-ups Luffy's ideas in a non-condescending way. He's also super pretty when he laughs...

When Law's 20, he tells Luffy that he's moving overseas on some sort of scholarship to Japan. Luffy had no idea what Japan was but Ace and Sabo tell him it's a pretty country with plenty of food. Luffy made Law promise to take him there some day, and Law agreed to, figuring why not.

Sabo also tells Luffy to get his contact information and Law agreed, giving Luffy his phone number and social media handles in case he wanted to text.

And text, Luffy did!

"HEY TRAFFY!! I MISS YOU!!!!! HOW'S ANIME JAPAN!!"

[insert image] "This is my new dorm."

"looks boring lul :P"

"Not allowed to decorate too much, unfortunately. However, I have a roommate soon."

"ROOMIE!! WHO WHO WHO"

"My partner. I'm seeing someone atm."

"atm? wots that Traffy 0_0"

"It means 'at the moment'."

"Oh."

For some reason Luffy felt kind of sad. Maybe it's one of those emo spurts as he's growing up but Traffy never dated when they hung out. Did Traffy not tell him anything? That's upsetting.

"Who is it!!! They btr be nice to u >:("

"Don't worry about that. They're very kind to me. I'm looking for a nice picture to show you."

And Traffy sent Luffy a picture of the guy. It's a tall, buff guy with reddish-brown hair and a scruffy chin. Luffy felt his chin and realised he had a little stubble.

Luffy said that the guy looked plain when Ace walked past and asked what's up. Deep down though, Luffy was annoyed that he's actually quite good looking and that he's way older.

"Is there something wrong, Luffy?"

"wot"

"I don't know. You're the first person I told this to... Sorry, I didn't know you're not supportive."

"Support what"

"I like men, Luffy. I'm gay."

"0-0" Luffy thought of how to respond. A couple friends told him something similar before but he seriously didn't care. "is fine lol"

"Really?"

"YUP !! NO WORRIES HAHAHAHAHA I DIDNGT KNOW YOU HAD A BOYFIE WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME!!"

"I didn't know how you'd react." And then Traffy was seen typing for a few minutes. "Thank you for not dismissing me."

"!!!!"

They text on and off more from there. Indeed, it felt like when they were kids where Luffy would share whatever's on his mind with Traffy and Traffy would reply politely. They talked about whatever, sometimes deep things, sometimes lighter things but it's usually always fun.

Sometimes, Traffy would talk about his relationship with Drake, as Luffy learned his name later and for some reason, that's Luffy's least favourite subject.

Traffy was neither happy nor unhappy. He talked about him the same way Traffy talked about the weather in anime, Japan. Heck, Law probably liked Ace and Sabo more and they don't even talk!

Luffy didn't have the words or courage to ask whether Traffy really loved Drake and so he never talked about it. As he got older, he couldn't accept that Law—the coolest, nicest, raddest guy ever—would marry some guy.

Law invited Luffy to the wedding ceremony but Luffy couldn't go, partly because he had exams and mostly because he just refused to. Ace and Sabo were surprised to hear that but they eventually understood why.

Whenever Luffy pulled up Law's wedding pictures on their social medias, he would only pinch his fingers on the screen to zoom in on Law's barely smiling, kind of sad face. He'd pout and ask what made Drake so special...

They talk on and off but life got in the way for them.

Law's busy with his hectic job as a surgeon. Law's trying to take more time off social media to be more offline. Law's going to therapy and journalling more. Of course there's his marriage.

Luffy's life's developing nicely too. Luffy's busy with all his friends and being present for them. He's his brother's biggest cheerleaders in their respective sports teams. He's also trying to study a little bit more to do well enough to make it in college.

And so they stop texting for a day. And then a month. And then a year. And then a decade rolls by easily. It's as if they never met.

...

And now, Luffy's 40 and he settled into a nice suburban area as a single-pringle. His house became less of a home and more of a gathering space.

Ace and Sabo drive over to have wild cookouts with their respective partners and kids. Zoro and Sanji come over to drink alcohol. Nami and Usopp for movie dates. Franky gave Luffy a sexy ice cream machine. Robin and Chopper would come over to bird watch in Luffy's backyard. Brook would host charity concerns in his front yard for the children and Luffy let Jimbe tutor kids in his living room.

Life hadn't felt so full in a while. Luffy smiled at his framed pictures and thought, "Wah... I've made it."

One day, he heard some people move into the vacant house next door. After all, how could he not hear them? They were arguing so fucking loudly.

"Shut up, nerd! I do what I want to do!"

"If you're as smart as you say you are you'd be more careful! Those drums are expensive! Be nice to them!"

"They ain't your drums, shit head!"

"But I'm responsible!"

And then Luffy heard something fall down and it made this horrible noise. Enough! He said. He put on a shirt and walked outside. There, he saw the culprit of all that noise.

It's some big man, a guy as big as Luffy with flaming red hair and a permanent scowl. He turned to Luffy and said, "What's your fucking problem? Can't a guy move into his fucking house?"

Luffy hated his attitude—what's his problem!

"I asked ya a fucking question, dipshit."

"I don't like you, you're a jerk!"

"Oh, is that-"

"Shut up, Eustass!" Both Luffy and the guy turned their heads to face the balcony.

And Luffy gasped.

On the balcony, stood a tall man who moved gracefully like an ice prince. He wore a loose Sora the Warrior tee shirt, tucked into light jeans. He had piercings on his ears. His jawline was sharp.

"You're annoying me, Eustass. Hurry up."

"Shut up!"

The not-Eustass-guy turned to face Luffy when he realised Luffy was staring. It started with an apologetic look and then he looked cold, annoyed. Why was Luffy staring so much and so intensely? The man squinted as if that would help him. He frowned and put his glasses on. The man blinked rapidly, in complete disbelief.

"I-" Luffy broke into a large grin when the other man's coldness morphed to surprise. Slowly, he warmed up and there's this warm look in his eye that took Luffy back to when he asked Traffy a question about the frog he was dissecting in the woods for Luffy's entertainment.

No way. Luffy shook his head. NO FUCKING WAY.

He made a little sign and Luffy knew what it meant even years later. It meant that he promised that he'd be back. He kept his promise. About twenty minutes later, Luffy heard a knock on the door. He never sprinted this fast in his life.

"Hi-" And Luffy enveloped the guy in the biggest bear hug he had ever given. He's just so fucking happy! And then Luffy pulled away to actually see him for himself. He was always handsome but since when was he smoking hot? Tall, thin-hipped and slightly muscular.

He looked up at Luffy and his sharp, annoyed eyes softened with tender affection. OH YES WAY!

"Hello, as I was saying. It's been a while."

"Hell yeah! How've you been, Traffy!" It's nice to even say his name again! He felt like a little kid again! Traffy smiled indulgently when Luffy slapped his back.

"I'm alright, thank you."

Luffy saw that Traffy was fiddling with his ring finger and said so. Traffy noticed it too and apologised for the habit.

"I'm going through a divorce now. Eustass, being nice for once, offered to let me stay with him and his partner while I figure out what I want to do with myself. It'll take time for my dad to get that carpet installed in his new house nearby so here I am now to kill time."

"D-divorce?"

"We fell out of love, let's put it bluntly," Law said, now distant. "I found out he's been cheating on me."

"Oh." Luffy suddenly felt like that dumb thirteen year old who didn't know how to handle Law coming out to him. "That sucks."

"Yes, it indeed 'sucks'. I was so shocked I didn't even cry about it for a week when I found out last year."

There was the awkwardness of feeling like one of them did something terribly wrong. Law smiled tersely.

"Enough about that, I'm keeping my hands full with idiots who claim that they want to 'help me out'." Law laughed gently. "Some classmates from Anime, Japan are coming to visit for a few days next week. I wonder how they're doing."

Luffy smiled. His heart ached.

"What do you want to do, Traffy?"`

"Me?" Law gave it thought. He glanced to the side. "Well, first things first, I have to help Eustass over there move in."

"After that?"

"After?" Law blinked. "I'm not sure. Probably brush up on my Japanese. Why?"

Bright-eyed and a little bit scared, Luffy said, "Let's go out!"

"Huh?"

"It'll be fun!" Luffy was totally winging it. "We can get beef bowl at Sanji's place! Do you like camping, Traffy? Ace and Sabo set up a really cool fire place out back—why don't we fire that up later! How about ice cream? Robin made cheese cake too! It's super yummy!"

Law started laughing so much tears came out. Luffy thought with some sadness that Law wasn't done crying about his divorce.

"You haven't changed at all!" Law said, smiling widely. Luffy felt proud of himself for that much. He didn't realise how much of a hole Traffy left behind in his heart when they stopped contacting each other.

Life doesn't give second chances but maybe, just maybe...

"It's really nice seeing you again, Luffy. I... I've missed you. It's been a bit lonely these few months, so let's catch up, i-if you want."

Maybe Luffy could finally show Traffy just how much he loved him...

[startledpixel]

Feb/March 2024 media thread

I didn't forget about this, it's just that Infinite Wealth was the only thing I finished in February :P

Movies

On the Job (2013) - Part of a Filipino miniseries I stumbled on while browsing HBO Max that's actually a six episode recut version of two movies, On the Job and On the Job: The Missing Eight. I've only seen the first two episodes, which are the first movie. It's about prisoners who are smuggled out to do assassinations at the behest of politicians. It's gristly and violent, but it also paints a captivating world of Filipino slums, overcrowded and rowdy prisons, and smoky rooms full of politicians who insert a line of English here and there to show off their worldiness as they convince a naive federal cop to acquiesce to their corrupt status quo. The cinematography is great and the music is fantastic. I'd like to check out more Filipino cinema because my only experience is like, corny Dolphy movies we rented that one time a Filipino grocery had videos to rent when I was a kid. Finally, the last reason I recommend this is because Tatang can get it. This is a MILF and DILF lust blog, I will say whatever I want.

Books

Death's End - Did I finally read the last book of The Remembrance of Earth's Past series because I found out the 3 Body Problem show on Netflix includes characters from that and the second book, not just the first one? Yes. That said, it's a fantastic conclusion to the series, building on the first two books and weaving in more complexities of humanity and twists of astrophysics. I'm still processing the whole thing, but I will say the "history book" framing device every other chapter bled into other chapters, and made it feel drawn out at times, like stuff was just happening for a long series of pages without actual scenes. I did really love the scaled cyclicality of certain events that hearken back to the earlier books, because I will always clap like a seal at good callbacks. Now I can watch the Netflix show and be annoying about whatever my opinion will be about it.

Games

Like a Dragon Infinite Wealth - My video game event of the year!! Hawaiʻi worked better than I expected, I didn't think a beach would be fun as a game but Dragon Engine Honolulu is wonderfully varied. I loved the party chats and buddy bingos, Sicko Snap and Crazy Delivery own my life, and the gameplay improvements felt smooth and were welcome, though I miss the shortcuts where you could set skills. The story's end doesn't reach the heights that Y7, Y0, or Gaiden do, but I think the locale, themes, and dual-protagonist aspects were RGG's primary goals with the game, and the story mostly served those goals. I would like the next game to have a smaller, more focused story, and to either drop the Ichi/Saeko thing or figure out how romance storylines actually work. Kiryu's arc and remembrances were definitely an emotional treat (what a beautiful conversation he had with Kashiwagi), though they overshadowed Ichiban's story towards the end. But overall, it was a blast spending time in Hawaiʻi and Yokohama with all of my old and new faves.

Unicorn Overlord - I'm not done with this yet, I'm in Bastorias rn, but I've played so much that I'll add it here. Plus, the main plot still feels as basic as all the reviews said, so I don't think I'll miss anything by waiting until I finish. The unit-style RTS gameplay is a blast to tinker with, though it does get overwhelming at times with all of the variables, plus trying to figure out what to do with a new character joining your army pretty after much every battle. The character subplots are a highlight, particularly the ones for Travis, Virginia, and Aramis. It feels like a lot of the characterization comes through these subplots, the excellent English voice acting, and vibrant battle animations. If Vanillaware does a sequel and writes a better overarching story, with maybe fewer characters, they could really have a all-around classic strategy game.

2024 stuff I am watching/playing/reading

I'm trying to watch more movies and read more this year, in addition to gaming. Before I go on RGG8 hiatus on Thursday, I see people do this on twt and I wanted to do it too. I was gonna add ratings but I got in my head about it. Maybe in the future. This post only includes media finished this month.

Movies

Rashomon - Toshiro Mifune is so fearless in his acting, and it's fitting that we see his telling of the story first, where he gallops through the tangled woods with swashbuckling ease. I also really love Machiko Kyo's work here, it feels like the perspective of her character changes a lot based on who's telling the story, and she embodies all of her versions well.

Seven Samurai - In both of these movies it's interesting to see the origin of all these tropes I've seen in other media. The realist leader, the crude rogue, the eager youngster (Isao Kimura why are you such a smiling cutie), the serious swordsman. Even the coordination with the villagers and Kikuchiyo being the butt of jokes reminded me of ATLA a little bit. I also liked how easy it was to follow the strategy and eventual village siege scenes.

Books

Our Wives Under the Sea - Oceanic horror and lesbians sounded great, but overall this is possibly not for me. Some passages were striking, and I get that the pacing is supposed to feel drawn out because that's the uncertain situation the characters are both in, but the overall tone felt dispassionate and eventually felt hard to maintain a connection to until the last 40 pages.

Games

Dave the Diver - Good gameplay, but two annoyances:

Why is everyone so unnecessarily mean to Dave? Basho and a few other characters warm up to him but with everyone else it still feels mostly transactional by the end, saved only by the fact that Dave is good-natured (easily taken advantage of?).

I don't like when you unlock something and the UI goes "New Content!" Like damn, this isn't a mobile game, peel the product management sticker off.

That said, as a game the diving/diner combo is fantastic, there's a surprising amount of variety beyond the gameplay loop, and I learned a bunch about sea creatures (in addition to stuff from Our Wives, hahah). But I think Spiritfarer set a high bar for story in management sims, and I wanted this game's story and characterization to match its bells and whistles.

Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney - My experience with Shu Takumi games is that there's sometimes a certain arbitrariness to game choices (my first game of his was Ghost Trick). But I did get used to it after a while. I really liked the continuity and development between cases, especially with Edgeworth's character, and I think these games have absolutely peak character design, animations, and musical motifs. But please, why was the mascot vase rotation in the last episode so finicky??

Doki Doki Literature Club Plus! - Very fucked, lives up to the hype.

last seen online - A "psychological horror escape room game", it took me a little over an hour to play. Enjoyable, not too obtuse to figure out, and it really does capture the AIM/Winamp/Xanga era aesthetic (though I did spot a few anachronisms). I'd like to check out more analogue horror media like this.

[bethanydelleman]

Jane Austen’s Warning:

A lot of people tell me the Mrs. Smith/Mr. Elliot plot is a lose thread or Jane Austen would have went back and fixed it, but when you read all of her books it's a very clear repeat of an important theme: men are often not what they appear.

Northanger Abbey: Don’t just trust your brother when he tells you his friend is a good guy, judge for yourself. It was John Thorpe, your brother was dead wrong. Also, your creepy feelings about General Tilney were right, just more mundane.

S&S: The passionate, open, charming fellow who is obsessed with your sister? Turns out he’s a debt-ridden, teenage-seducer. It was good to doubt him, Elinor, he wasn’t being completely straight with you. The good ones have honour.

P&P: Superficially charming man is super bad news, man with snobby manners has a heart of gold underneath. Elizabeth is intelligent, the novel shows us that anyone can be drawn in. Elizabeth was unwilling to change her first impressions and take in new information.

Mansfield Park: Some men pretend to be in love for fun, Fanny’s clear-sighted judgement of Henry Crawford keeps her safe from his attack on her heart. We are shown that these men can seduce friends and guardians against you. Fanny refuses to “fix” Henry or accept him on his word, he needs to show her that he has changed before she will.

Emma: The superficially charming man was already engaged and was tricking you! The other charming, attractive man was actually a petty jerk! The plain-spoken, honest man was always the better choice.

Persuasion: Anne has a gut feeling that she can’t fully put words to about Mr. Elliot that he is bad news. She cannot even fully justify it to herself. ANNE, YOU WERE RIGHT.

Again and again, we are told that women need to trust their judgement, look for more evidence into a man’s character/past, and mistrust charm/looks without a basis of goodness. Anne figuring out that Mr. Elliot is evil isn’t anti-climactic, it’s a proof that her judgement is sound. It’s a reminder that one should never rush into a marriage without knowing more about a man’s past. Because for a woman especially, it can end horribly.

[rosiesramblings]

Would You Still Love Me?

Hey friends! Here's a quick Robin and Steve fic, with a bit of Eddie sprinkled in because I have no self control. This scenario popped into my head and I thought it was funny. Let me know what you think!

WC: 1.1k

Fandom: Stranger Things (no spoilers, i don't think), ler!Steve and lee!Robin

TW: I mention pregnancy once? It makes sense I promise. No one is actually pregnant. Also, there is a joint bc Eddie's got to make some money somehow.

“Steve…” Robin’s voice trembles. Steve looks up from the beer he’s slowly nursing by the side of his pool. Eddie and Nancy pause their heated conversation - something about the merits (or lack thereof) of higher education, Steve thinks, but he stopped paying attention ten minutes ago. Eddie’s hands flex when he’s making a point, and that has been sufficiently distracting for the past few minutes.

He lifts his feet from the water and turns to face Robin. Her eyes are glassy, and Steve is suddenly brought back to a different conversation, on the floor of a grimy mall bathroom. He swallows, brows furrowing in that adorably concerned way of his, and he says, “What's up, Robin?”

“I… There’s something I wanted to ask you,” Robin says, not quite looking in his eyes. Nancy and Eddie very pointedly go back to their debate, voices rising a little to avoid eavesdropping.

“Okay…” Steve says slowly, getting up all the way and plopping down next to Robin where she’s spread out a towel. “Is it something… bad?”

“I don’t know,” Robin whispers, playing with the threads on the edge of her towel.

Steve grabs her hand in both of his, rubbing his thumbs over her fingers soothingly. “Whatever it is, I’m sure we can figure it out.”

“Yeah… yeah you’re right,” Robin breathes out.

Steve braces himself for - he doesn’t know what, really, as the only thing he can think of is that Robin might be pregnant, which is absurd because a) she’s gay, and b) if she had sex with someone, he would definitely have been informed. He shakes that thought off and wills himself to keep a neutral face, despite the anxiety he’s feeling.

“It’s just… I was wondering…” Robin takes a deep breath. “Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

“Would I - what?” Steve asks, desperately confused. “I don’t even - what?”

There’s a solid five seconds before Robin bursts into raspy laughter. “Ohohoho my god,” she cackles. “Your fahahahace! I should have taken a picture. That was tohoho perfect.”

Steve just looks at her. “I am so confused.”

Robin laughs harder. “I know! You got all worried, you did the whole Mama Steve routine, oh my god. Eddie!” She turns to where Eddie and Nancy are still sitting. “You owe me a joint, asshole! Told you I could do it!”

“Told him you could do what?” Steve says, still feeling like he was missing something.

“Goddammit, Harrington,” Eddie says, eyes gleaming, walking over and handing Robin a joint goodnaturedly. “I bet Robin that she couldn’t get you to go full “Mama Bear Steve” on her. I thought it was reserved for just the kids. Clearly,” he gestures to where Steve is still holding one of Robin’s hands in his, “I was wrong.”

Steve turns back to Robin, betrayed. “You made a bet on me?”

Robin grins toothily back at him. “And I won! We’re platonic-with-a-capital-P soulmates, Steve, I know exactly how you work.”

“Oh yeah?” Steve asks, raising one eyebrow. “Then you should know exactly what I’m going to do next.”

Robin barely has time to look confusedly at Steve in return before he’s latching on to her sides, and holy shit, that tickles. “Steheheheheheve, wahahahit - nononono!” she cries as he squeezes over and over.

“Nope. This is exactly what you deserve for making fun of me,” Steve says smugly, spidering his hands up to drill into her ribs.

“Plehehehehease! It was a johohohoke,” Robin giggles.

“Yeah, I know. And this is revenge,” Steve says. He carefully pushes Robin down onto her back, making sure her head doesn’t hit the ground too hard. Robin’s hands bat uselessly at his own, until he grabs them both and pins them under his knees.

“Wait! Wahahait, Haharrington dohohohon’t,” giggles pitching up as he lets her ribs go and wiggles his fingers in the air above her tummy.

“Don’t what, Buckley? I’m literally not even doing anything,” Steve says, eyes glinting evilly.

“Oooooh, Stevie, I didn’t know you could be so mean,” Eddie calls over to them. “It’s kinda doing it for me, not gonna lie.”

“Yeah? Well, you’re fucking next, Munson, don’t think for a second that I’ve forgotten about you,” Steve says over his shoulder, completely missing the way Eddie’s face turns beet red. Nancy laughs at him.

Tired of teasing his best friend, Steve finally starts actually tickling Robin’s tummy, and she promptly goes ballistic.

“OhohohohOH MY GAHAHAHAD,” she shrieks, pulling desperately at her trapped hands.

“Yeah? This a bad spot?” Steve teases.

“YohOHOHOU KNOW IT IS,” Robin manages, tears leaking out of her scrunched-closed eyes. “DiHIHIHIHINGUS!”

“I’m not hearing an apology,” Steve sing-songs, sliding his hands under her loose top and raking his blunt nails over the sides of her tummy.

“I’m sohohohohorry! Ihihihi’m sohohoho fuhuhucking sorry, Steheheheve, plehehease!” Robin’s cackles start to die down as Steve slows his fingers. She takes deep breaths and tries to slow her giggles, relaxing a little, thinking that Steve’s finished his revenge.

“Mmm,” Steve hums. “You know what really, really sucks for you?” he asks, smirking at Robin. He leans down, catches her eye, and says, “That wasn’t even your worst spot,” before darting his hands behind him and squeezing just above her knees.

And Robin. Fucking. Screams.

“Jesus H Christ, Buckley, are you actually being murdered?” Eddie says with a smile, but he’s completely drowned out by Robin’s desperate howls.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA,” she laughs, unable to remember even one of the languages she speaks. “PLEHEAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Steve stops after only a few moments, knowing Robin can’t take it when anyone gets her knees. “Okay, okay, breathe, Ro, I’m done,” he laughs, releasing her arms and pulling her up into his lap for a hug. He gently rubs her back as she comes back down to earth.

“Ohohoho my gohohod,” Robin snickers. “I cahahan’t… That was sohoho mehehean.” She pulls back to look him in the face. “You are a mehehean person, Steve Haharrington.”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t act like you didn’t deserve every minute,” Steve says, playfully tugging on a strand of her hair. “Also, of course I would still love you if you were a worm. In case you were actually wondering.”

“Whahatever,” Robin says, exhausted but still pleased at the answer.

“Also, you’re definitely sharing that joint with me later.”

Steve eases her back down to lay on the towel, then stands up and stretches, cracking his knuckles casually. He eyes a now-nervous looking Eddie Munson hungrily. Eddie swallows.

“Now, Munson,” Steve says, barely keeping a straight face. “Are you going to come get yours and take it like a man, or do I have to come to you?”

A silly grin makes its way unbidden onto Eddie’s face. He considers for a moment, weighing his options. At the end of the day, though, he’s Eddie fucking Munson, and there is one thing he can always be relied upon to do when faced with danger.

He runs.

[meltwonu]

| 🎃 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖍 🎃 |

↪ ✦ love chained ✦

this chapter pairing; incubus!jeonghan&incubus!joshua x reader

genre&warnings; incubus!au, dom!jeonghan, softdom!joshua, sub!reader, daddy kink, sir kink, blowjob, spitroasting, dirty talk, hair pulling, squirting, sex toys, creampies.

notes; the way everyone wants to be sandwiched between jeonghan and joshua is... relatable 🥵🥵🥵 they really are like an angel and devil in my mind and boy the juxtaposition makes the head go BRRTTT. This is also the last incubus fic for the collection so enjoy! hehe~ 💕💕and thank you for all the support for Monster Mash 🥺💕 I know some of these fics weren't too out there but it was super fun to just have a collection of one shots that were kinda out there 🤣 and here’s hoping I posted these in order 😌 @ drunk me. I love yall and be safe this halloween weekend!! 💕🎃👻 

word count; ~2800

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - x - x

say that you want me, but i know that you need me;

i can feel you, i can hear you calling out to me

say that you want me, but i know that you need me;

i can feel you

and it’s only you i see.

Jeonghan and Joshua come as a set. Always.

They never traveled without the other and they never visited you without the other either. To them, it was strictly off limits.

And at first, it’d been a lot for you to take in; you’d only meant summoning one incubus, not two, and you were overwhelmed with both of them appearing to you at once. Just a silly experiment gone wrong, you’d said.

But they’d been patient and understanding, voices angelic and soft when they had lured you to bed and you had been quick to get used to the four hands always on your skin from then on.

Halloween was dreary this time around; a shitty party and shitty drinks making you bail earlier than you intended when you called for a taxi at 10PM.

You sigh as you rest against the backseat, thoughts of a glass of wine, a warm bath and your vibrator sounding like the right option when you got home.

If you were lucky, maybe Jeonghan and Joshua would show up for a little while too, if they weren’t too busy.

You get home just before 11PM, removing your high heels haphazardly at the door before skipping down the hallway to the bathroom.

Turning the knobs to let the water run, you quickly strip out of your clothes and pour some bubble bath into the tub before walking back out into the kitchen to fix yourself a drink.

“Whoa there, princess.” Joshua exclaims, watching you from the dining table as you stand naked in front of him and Jeonghan. “My, my, to what do we owe the pleasure? Jeonghan quips; already having poured himself a glass of wine.

“I--what are you doing here!?” Blushing, you try to cover yourself, only to give up when you realize there was no point.

“What are we doing here? What else would we be doing here, sweetheart?” Jeonghan smirks.

They both get up from the dining table, Jeonghan’s fingers wrapped around the bottle of wine as they slowly walk you back to the bathroom. “We’re here to pamper you, baby.” Joshua smiles, hands on your shoulders as he leads you towards the bathtub that was almost nearly filled.

“Yeah, get you nice and warmed up so we can fuck you into the sheets until you only remember our names.” Jeonghan sets the bottle on the counter after he fills his glass, passing it to you once you’ve settled into the bubbly water. “Enjoy it while you can, sweetheart.” There’s a wink at the end of his words and you find yourself blushing under his crimson stare.

“How… how did you know to come here?” You ask quietly, relaxing into the water as Joshua starts to massage your shoulders. Jeonghan rolls his eyes from his perch on the countertop, “Oh, please. Your panties were getting wet in that fuckin’ taxi thinking about choking on Joshua’s dick while I fucked your cunt from behind. You really think we wouldn’t know?”

Joshua laughs a little from behind you, thumbs pressing into your spine as you moan. “I hate to say it, baby, but he’s right. You were a little obvious, you know?”

You finish the glass of wine, setting it down on the floor outside of the tub as you lean into Joshua’s touch. “Okay, okay, you got me. It’s been a long and boring night, alright? I just wanted to come home and relax, maybe get my vibrator out and I started thinking about you two instead…” You mumble.

“D’you think those toys could do it for you? After you’ve had us?” Jeonghan pretends to be sad, hands over his chest like he’d been shot in the heart.

“No, I---I just figured you’d be busy that’s all… And I’m fully capable of taking care of my needs, just so you know!”

Joshua leans down, lips ghosting across the shell of your ear. “But would it satisfy you like we do? Would that little vibrator get you to cum like our cocks do?”

A shiver rolls up your spine at Joshua’s close proximity and you feel yourself clench around emptiness as you rub your thighs together underneath the bubbly, soapy water.

“No… It wouldn’t.”

Regretfully, your pampering bath doesn’t last long when both Jeonghan and Joshua start to get impatient.

Joshua helps you dry off before he picks you up bridal style and carries you to the bedroom where he unceremoniously tosses you onto bed.

“Joshua!” He grins, hands on the buttons of his neatly pressed satin shirt. “What? Did it hurt?”

“No…”

Jeonghan comes out of your closet; your box of toys in his hands as he spills the contents of it onto the bed. “Let’s play with some of these tonight, hmm?” Grinning, he picks out a small pink vibrator, clicking through the settings before he, too, starts to strip himself of his clothes. “Ah, sweetheart, I think we’re both a little more impatient tonight than usual.” Jeonghan mock pouts. Joshua joins him, lips pursed. “Jeonghan’s right. I think we’re running a little low on energy… We were waiting on you to call for us all night, actually.”

You feel the arousal pour over you, wetness pooling between your legs when they both crawl towards you on the bed. “T-that’s okay… I… daddy and sir can… um, play with me however they want tonight…”

Their eyes flash a darker red, twin smirks on their lips. “Are you sure? Do you remember your safeword, sweetheart?” Jeonghan leans in, tilting your head up.

“Ah, it’s um… peony, d-daddy…”

“And the colour you’re at right now, baby?”

“G-green, sir…”

They both pull away, sharing a look between themselves.

“Then let’s play, baby.”

Joshua is very much the angel to Jeonghan’s devil.

They work in tandem as Joshua keeps the vibrator pressed tight against your clit while Jeonghan pinches your nipples between his fingertips. “Ah, d-daddy! Nooo~ ‘m sensitive t-there…” Whining, you try to shy away from Jeonghan’s lithe fingers but even Joshua’s quick to hold your body still from squirming around too much.

“Ah, ah. Behave, baby. Don’t make us have to punish you, okay?” Joshua soothes. You mewl in return, grinding against the vibrator as Jeonghan goes back to teasing your chest.

Joshua runs the vibrator through your folds, letting the tip of it nudge your clit with every pass. He holds it to your entrance as well, holding it there until a choked whine bubbles past your lips. “Oh? Do you want something inside your tight ‘lil cunt, sweetheart?”

“Mmh, I---if daddy and s-sir are okay with it…” You mumble.

Jeonghan laughs airily, pulling away from you just as Joshua turns off the vibrator and tosses it to the side. “Our cute babygirl is being so good for us tonight, isn’t she, Jeonghan?”

“Mm… She wants to please us tonight, huh?” Jeonghan directs his question to you, to which you nod; a pink blush on your cheeks.

They help you readjust on the bed, hands and knees sinking down into the mattress as Joshua kneels in front of you. Jeonghan sneaks up from behind you, making you jolt in shock when his hands are immediately on your ass.

“Sweetheart, you’re dripping onto the bed sheets, you know.”

“A-ah, it’s ‘cause s-sir was teasing me s-so much…” Joshua chuckles, threading a hand through your hair as he guides you closer towards his cock. “And you would’ve cum if I held that toy onto your cute ‘lil clit for any longer too.”

You peek your tongue out, kitten licking the shaft of Joshua’s cock as Jeonghan starts running his cock through your folds, coating it with your wetness. “Sweetheart, I don’t think I can wait any longer…” Jeonghan whispers. He positions the head of his cock at your entrance, teasing you when he only slightly pushes in.

“P-please don’t tease me a-anymore… daddy... I want you I-inside me...” Your voice is slightly muffled as you continue to lap at Joshua’s cock; dragging your tongue from the base to the tip as he moans out, “I guess we should give our babygirl what she wants then.”

Nodding, Jeonghan slowly starts to ease his cock in, eyes rolling back with how wet you were around him and he hadn’t even fully bottomed out yet. “Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so good...” You can only whine against Joshua, the grip on your hair tightening slightly when the vibrations prove too much for him too.

“Open your mouth, baby.”

You part your lips, opening your mouth wide as Joshua lets his cock rest on the bed of your tongue. Sinking your mouth down onto him, you hollow your cheeks around him as Jeonghan starts fucking you from behind.

“Shit, look at her. Pretty lips wrapped around your cock while her pretty ‘lil cunt is stretched around my cock.” Jeonghan licks his lips, eyes transfixed on the way his cock comes out of your pussy wetter and wetter each time. “Ah, but don’t cum down her throat, Joshua.”

“Why not?” Joshua guides your head down onto him by your hair, holding you down for a few long, grueling seconds as you gag around him.

“Because, she wants you to cum in her pussy. Get her fuckin’ filled with your cum and then I’ll fill her up with mine too. Let it spill out of her spent cunt so we can fuck it back into her.” Your walls clamp down hard onto Jeonghan; eyes crossing a little as Joshua pulls you off of his cock. He chuckles under his breath, tiling your head up to meet his crimson, lust filled pools. “Is Jeonghan right? Is that what you want?”

“Y-yes, s--sir… I---I want you to c-cum in my p-pussy…” You croak.

Joshua smiles, leaning down to kiss you on the lips before straightening back up. “Okay then. I’ll give you what you want, baby.”

You wrap your lips around his cock again, hollowing out your cheeks as you continue to suck him off and fuck yourself on Jeonghan’s cock.

The three of you fall into a rhythm as Jeonghan’s thrusts get harder, which in turn make you take more and more of Joshua’s cock into your throat as you gag around him. Your lips touch the base of his cock, tears stinging your eyes as you whine and the vibrations making Joshua shiver.

“Fuck, if you keep doing that, I’ll cum soon, baby.” Joshua grits out, fingertips tugging on your hair until you wince. He draws his hips back, only letting the head of his cock stay inside your mouth as you start to tease him with your tongue. You dig the tip of your tongue into the slit on his cockhead; whimpering when Jeonghan’s cock starts slamming into your g-spot.

“Shit!” Joshua exclaims, pulling you off of him completely. You cough and sputter; chest heaving as you catch your breath. “Okay, that’s it, move out of the way, Jeonghan.”

“Jesus, already?” Joshua lets go of your hair just as Jeonghan slides his cock from inside of you and your body immediately slumps down onto the sheets as you whine at the sudden emptiness. Jeonghan moves off to the side as Joshua replaces him and he’s quick to sheath himself in your tight warmth as he chases his orgasm.

You face plant into the sheets, moans muffled as Joshua fucks you hard and fast, hips angled just right to curve into your g-spot.

“Fuck, you’re such a good babygirl for us tonight. Letting us fuck you how we want. I hope you’re ready for what that entails, baby.” Joshua grunts, hands firmly on your ass as he uses your cunt to get himself off.

“I’m--I’m gonna cum!”

You moan against the sheets when you feel his cock throbbing inside of you, filling you up with cum as he rides out his orgasm.

“Oho~ ‘Shua’s cum is already dripping out of you, sweetheart. Your ‘lil cunt is gonna be so fuckin’ filled with our cum, you’ll be thinkin’ about us for days~” Jeonghan teases. He runs his hand slowly down his cock, watching as Joshua fucks his cum deeper into your pussy as he lets the bliss wash over him.

“A-ah.. s-sir… ‘m so fuh--full…” You slowly fuck yourself on his cock, whining when he holds you still instead.

“Baby, you were so good for me. But now it’s ‘Hannie’s turn, okay? Be good.” Joshua leans over, kissing your shoulder blade before he pulls himself out of you; cum dripping onto the sheets.

The two share a look before Joshua steps off of the bed and Jeonghan scoots closer to you as he gently pushes you over and onto your back.

“Ready to cum, sweetheart?” He waves the small pink vibrator in your line of sight as he smirks down at you. You gulp slightly, knowing  that Jeonghan would throw you over the edge of an orgasm and thensome.

“Y-yes… d--daddy… please make me c-cum…”

Jeonghan spreads your legs, eyeing your wet folds covered in Joshua’s cum. “Tsk, Joshua can be so messy sometimes~” He places the vibrator to the side for now; instead wrapping your legs around his waist as he positions himself at your entrance.

He sinks his cock back into you, except this time, he doesn’t start slow.

This time, he fucks you just as hard and fast as Joshua was fucking you; hips slamming into you with each thrust.

“Ah, babygirl I wish you could see yourself right now. Stretched pretty around my cock while Joshua’s cum is all over~” You mewl at his words, bucking your hips up to match his movements.

“Hmm, should we fuck her in front of a mirror next time?” Joshua reappears, laying down next to you on the bed. “We can take you to one of our ‘playrooms’. With a nice big mirror so you can see yourself when we’re fucking you.”

“Ngh, I’d---I’d like that, ah, a-a lot, sir…” You feel yourself close to an orgasm as Jeonghan continues to thrust into you, hands on his forearms. “Ah, d-daddy, ‘m cl--close… please…”

Jeonghan is silent as he reaches for the vibrator, clicking through the settings before he sets it to the highest setting possible. He grins, eyes glimmering with lust when he rests the silicone toy against your clit and presses down hard.

“Oh, fuh----fuck, daddy!”

It only takes a split second before your orgasm crashes into you hard; momentarily blacking out at how hard the vibrations wreck your body in tandem with Jeonghan’s thrusts.

“Oh~ She’s squirting all over you, Jeonghan.” Joshua smirks, watching as Jeonghan fucks you through your orgasm.

The said male finds it harder and harder to thrust into you as your walls tighten and clamp down onto him, a soft growl on his lips when his own orgasm starts to crest. “Fuck, ngh, she’s so goddamn tight!” His cock throbs as he grinds against you, soft mewls falling from your lips at the feeling of being filled with cum a second time. 

Jeonghan keeps the toy pressed to your overly sensitive clit even when you whine and beg him to take it off, hands tiredly trying to push him and the toy away.

“Colour, baby?”

“G-green, sir…” You mumble as your body twitches underneath Jeonghan. The slight sting of overstimulation was already starting to feel kind of good, the longer he kept the toy pressed firm against you.

It takes a second for Jeonghan to catch his breath before he’s quickly shutting the toy off and tossing it off to the side again, except this time you pout. He keeps his cock snug inside your pussy, hands massaging your waist. “Fuck, you really squirted all over me, sweetheart. Messy babygirl.” He chuckles under his breath, running a free hand through his sweaty hair.

“I--I like it when sir a-and daddy get me m-messy though…”

The two incubus share a quiet, yet sinister laugh and through your hazy mind, you can barely catch it.

You feel Joshua starting to maneuver himself so that he’s behind you instead, lifting you up until your back is against his warm chest.

They keep your body sandwiched in between them; Jeonghan’s cock still inside of you when you start to feel their fingers roaming all over your skin.

“How about… we get our cute babygirl even messier, hmm? Would you like that, baby?”Joshua kisses your shoulder as he runs his fingers up and down your torso until he softly ghosts them across your sensitive nipples. “Well?”

“Y---yeah, ah, I--I want s-sir and d-daddy to, mmh, make---make a m-mess…”

A new wave of arousal pours over you, toes curling behind Jeonghan’s back.

“You heard the lady, Joshua. Let’s make a mess~”

[doublekrecs]

what about oikawa, kuroo, and the miya twins giving head

anti dj khaled behavior ft. oikawa toru, kuroo tetsurou, atsumu miya, miya osamu

a/n: wow anon, you gonna make me act up on this one, sorry i didn’t add more sadistic head!!  - fairy

warnings: nsfw, smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, finger sucking, edging

oikawa toru

he jumps at any opportunity to give you head.

oikawa is cocky, but he’s also pretty easy to dominate. you can top him anytime and maintain your position. head is the one thing he knows he can control you in.

the sounds you make, the shaking over your body, and your desperation for him to touch you with his tongue is exhilarating.

he uses his fingers along with his mouth most of the time, he knows that they're a very powerful weapon. he knows just which places to touch, how to curl them just right, and you look so pretty when he finds the right spot.

of course, he will use his skills to edge and tease you until you can’t take it anymore. you almost always end up on top and having you as a bottom sometimes satisfies him.

he’s usually the one who’s begging, but when the tables turn, he takes advantage of his position.

he likes to start slow at first and give little kitten licks to your clit and you’ll be whining. 

eventually, he'll give you the full experience. he’ll work up to the point where your thighs are squeezing his head and his fingers are continuously hitting your gspot with his mouth suckling on your clit.

“t-toru, baby-”

he hums into your pussy and you feel the vibrations everywhere. you feel his tongue hit deeper and deeper into you and you’re so close. 

he looks up at you and admires how pretty you look. your face is flushed and the moans you’re letting out are beautiful. he reaches up to flick a nipple and your reaction turns him on even more. he didn’t think that was possible.

“i'm close-” you whimper out as toru pulls away and plants kiss on your lips.

“w-why’d you stop?”

he chuckles lightly at your distressed state. meanwhile, you were about to have the best orgasm of your life until your cocky boyfriend decided to deny you just that. as you about to speak again, you felt his lips back on your clit and let out a small sigh of relief.

“do you want my fingers in you baby?” he pulled away with a smile, thumb already rubbing your slit.

“yes, toru. wanna cum on your fingers, baby.”

given that he’d denied you an orgasm for the past half hour, he decided to grant you one this time. and so you felt his fingers slip into your pussy and curl at just the right spots, his tongue was back on your clit, circling around the little nub until he started sucking. he looked pretty like this.

kuroo tetsuro

tetsu loves to please you in any way he can. whether it be his mouth, his dick, or his fingers. giving head is just another way to make you cum.

and god is he skilled with his tongue

he’ll tease you a bit, but not to a rough extent unless he’s in the mood to be extra freaky.

he loves it when your legs shake and the prideful feeling from making you cum on his mouth

sometimes he’ll give you head when he notices you’ve been having a stressful day or just when you’re tired in general. he wants his baby to feel good.

he loves the way you taste and how you try to grind down on his face. every time you try, he feels like he’s going to cream his pants.

and little soft moan you let out when he attaches his lips to your clit is absolutely what he lives for. making you feel good makes him feel good.

the sight of your boyfriend boyfriend between your legs would never get old. his eyes followed every little move you made, every expression that crossed your face, every sound that spilled from your lips. he felt your breathing change when he gave your clit little kitten licks which then became flat tongued strides all over your pussy. 

“tetsu, please-”

“please, what?”

“p- please-”

you didn’t have the chance to finished your sentence as he focused his attention on your clit. that's when you threaded your fingers into his already messy hair. the tug urged him on and he moaned. you were close and your pussy was clenching. the heat began the build up and eventually you approached your climax with your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your legs shaking just like he liked it.

you felt his fingers enter you and watched as he pulled them out covered in your juices. 

“open up, kitten.”

and you obeyed as his fingers entered his mouth. you sucked them in, making sure to swirl your tongue around his digits as he pulled them out.

miya osamu

he is so sweet when he’s giving head.

a lot of the time, he’s very gentle and aims to make you feel as comfortable as possible, he’s happy as long as you’re happy.

but sometimes, someone tries to flirt with you. his bunny. and he makes you cum on his tongue over and over again to remind you that you’re his bunny.

plus his aftercare game is strong, this man would 100% cook a small meal for you after

but again, he’s generally very sweet because he loves to make you feel really good.

he loves kissing your inner thighs. he's always loved that body part just because he thought they were soft and the fact they were so close to where you trying to get him.

he likes that you try to reciprocate, but when you’re tired, he’ll refuse to let you.

“it’s my turn to take care of you now-”

“no bunny i just want you to feel good”

as much as he liked the way you tugged his hair, he liked to restrain you in some way. you somehow looked more desperate for him when you couldn't touch him.

osamu held you wrists tightly as you desperately ground into his face. after sucking on your clit, his tongue found its way into your pussy, massaging your walls. 

you looked down at the sight of your pretty boyfriend fucking you with his tongue. his hand gripping your thigh in order to coax you into staying down, his other hand tightening its grip on your wrists. you can cum from the right alone. but right now, you needed him to go deeper. and as if he read your mind, he did.

“s- samu-” you whimpered out, failing to stifle a moan, “i'm so close, baby.”

the sounds made his face feel hot, but they encouraged him to go further. the coil in your stomach was tightening as his mouth brought you closer and closer to your orgasm. as you loudly reached your high, he kept going until you came back down. 

he looked up at you with your cum dripping down his chin and you pulled him into a kiss, tasting yourself on your mouth.

“let me take care of you this time. i want to.”

miya atsumu

listen, this man is inexperienced. he gets head, but he rarely gives it. 

he starts off decent. there's really nothing special about his head. it’s just head that does the job. he’s not exactly bad at it, it’s just not as exhilarating.

but when he starts dating you and experimenting, that’s when he really finds his groove.

he usually saw head as some type of reciprocation. he’s a setter, so he always stuck to his trusty fingers. but once he figured out how to use his fingers and his tongue, the fun began.

eventually he learned how to use his tongue all by itself and the fact that he was able to do that made him cocky.

and as he got better, he then also became a bit of a sadist

he loves to overstimulate you, but all the time. he makes a whole event out of giving head now. 

he loves grabbing your ass and pulling it closer to his face. he thinks its really hot when you squirm.

“i want you to sit on my face, baby.”

“you want me to what now?

“you heard what i said.”

minutes later, you were in the exact position that he wanted. your hips grinding against his face, his tongue on your clit, his fingers fucking you. he felt himself harden in his jeans. you were panting, almost crying from how good he was making you feel.

he could tell you were close from the way you clenched around his fingers. he let go of the hand gripping your thigh and put his fingers in your mouth. you sucked and he used his wet digits to circle around your nipple. it was too much, but you loved it.

your peak was approaching and all of the sudden a wave of euphoria washed over you body. you felt yourself release your juices on his tongue, but he prevented you from getting off his face after.

“we’re not done yet.”

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers VANDEAD CARNIVAL ;; Ruki Route ー Chapter 2

ー The scene starts on the Carnival’s venue

Yui: Come to think of it...You said you don’t know what the ‘Queen of the Carnival’ is about either, right?

Ruki: Yes. I was aware of the existence of the Carnival itself, but never had I heard of there being a Queen.

Yui: You knew about the Carnival already? But you’ve never come here, right?

Ruki: It’s my first time visiting. However, I read about it in Eden in the past.

Yui: Eden?

Ruki: It’s the castle us siblings lived at during the time we had just been turned into Vampires. It is what we would call the place.

Amongst the literary collection at the castle, I found a book which had information on the Carnival and read it.

I believe the book mentioned that the Demon World’s Carnival is set up to resemble similar festivities in the human world. 

Back then, I never even fathomed I would one day be able to enjoy it myself, of course...

I suppose you can never predict the future.

However, thinking back to it now, I am fairly certain nothing was written about a Queen.

That bothers me.

Yui: ( ...I’ve gotten a little anxious. I wonder what the Queen’s duty is? )

( I just hope I don’t get myself involved in anything strange or scary... )

Ruki: ...

Oi, Livestock. We’re gonna take a small break. I’m sure you’re exhausted too?

Yui: Eh? Why would you suddenly bring that up...?

Ruki: There’s a perfect shop over there. Let’s go.

ー Ruki walks away

Yui: Eh? Uhm, Ruki-kun!?

ー The scene shifts to Cafe ‘Tarte Tatin’

Waiter A: Welcome!

Yui: ( This is...a cafe? It looks normal from the outside... )

( But all the customers here are Vampires, right? It’s honestly kind of amazing... )

Ruki: Do you have any spare tables?

Waiter A: Yes, for two, right? Please wait one secーー Ah...

...Pardon my rudeness, dear customer. However, does that lady over there happen to be a human...?

Yui: ( He noticed...My scent should be suppressed by the drug though... )

Uhm, I...

Ruki: If I say yes, would that pose a problem?

Waiter A: I-I never claimed as much but...

Ruki: Then why ask that question?

Waiter A: U-Uhm...

Manager: ーー Pardon me, customer.

Is my waiter causing any trouble?

Ruki: Yes, he made a statement as if this place picks its customers, you see...I was hoping to inquire him about his true intentions.

Manager: ...Is the lady over there a human?

Yui: ( So they really do notice. I wonder if the medicine hasn’t taken full effect yet...? )

( Ruki-kun was so kind to tell me to enjoy myself too, but like this... )

Ruki: Let me tell you, she is no ordinary human.

She is special. One chosen by Karlheinz-sama, that is.

Waiter A: By Karlheinz-sama...!?

Manager: This human is...?

Ruki: If you reject her entrance, you are basically going against that man’s wishes too.

Manager: ...

...Prepare a table on the terrace.

Waiter A: Eh? ...Are you sure?

Manager: I shall permit it. ...They are very important customers after all.

Please excuse our rudeness, dear customers. We shall prepare everything right away, so please wait one second.

Ruki: Sure.

Yui: ( You know... )

Ruki: Why are you looking at me like that? If there’s something on your mind, tell me.

Yui: N-No...

( Ruki-kun is very reliable, it’s at times like these that I realize how lucky I am to have him on my side... )

Ruki: ...Yui. You should learn to be a little more assertive.

Yui: Assertive?

Ruki: You need to learn to voice your own opinion.

Nothing good comes from being too timid.

You are the chosen Eve. Have more confidence. Be proud.

If you stand there cowering, (1) it has a negative impact on me, the person by your side, as well.

Yui: ...Right. I’m sorry, Ruki-kun. 

Ruki: Of course, I know that is simply who you are. Therefore, I’m not exactly blaming you or anything.

I do like that side of you too after all.

Yui: Eh...?

Waiter A: My apologies for the wait. I shall escort you to your seats.

Ruki: Let’s go.

The terrace is a VIP seat. Try and keep your head up high, so you seem fitting of sitting there. Understood?

*TIMESKIP*

Waiter A: Here’s your coffee, cafe au lait and tarte tatin.

*Thud*

Yui: Wah...Looks delicious!  Take a look, Ruki-kun!

Ruki: Oi, don’t make too much of a fuss. Did I not tell you these seats are special? You’re embarrassing us.

Yui: Ah...Sorry.

Ruki: Remain calm when eating. Right now you are reminding me of Kou or Yuma.

Yui: Yes...Well then, I’ll have a bite.

*Cling*

Yui: Nn...Delicious!

Ruki: I see.

Yui: You won’t eat anything?

Ruki: No. Watching you eat something so sugary sweet is more than enough for me.

Yui: However, it actually isn’t too overly sweet, so won’t you try some as well?

We’re here together now anyway, so just one bite, okay?

Ruki: ...If you insist, I suppose I will. Give me some.

Yui: Yes! I’ll ask the waiter for a fork...

Ruki: No need. You are already holding one in your hand, no?

You can use that one.

Yui: B-But, then I’ll have to...

Ruki: What? You can’t...?

Yui: It’s not impossible but...

Ruki: ...You won’t claim it’s embarrassing, right?

You’ve already directly accepted my fangs with your body, yet this much is enough to make you feel shame?

If you don’t like the idea, you don’t have to share with me. I’m not that interested after all.

Yui: I do think it’s embarrassing, but I want you to be able to have a taste as well.

Ruki: Hmph...In that case...You know what to do, right?

Yui: ( Uu...I guess having him on your side can still cause trouble at times... )

*TIMESKIP*

ー They leave the cafe

Waiter A: Thank you very much for your visit!

Yui: That was so good! I’m glad we came.

Ruki: Yeah.

Yui: Say, Ruki-kun. Where are we headed next? 

Ruki: Wherever you want. We are just killing time until it’s time after all.

*Clap clap clap*

Clown A: Gather around, everyone! A spectacular show is about to begin!

Everyone interested should head to Saint Nore Park right away! A fun time awaits ahead!

Yui: Saint Nore Park...? I wonder what kind of show they’re talking about?

Ruki: Want to go take a look if you’re curious? We still have time.

Yui: Yeah!

ー The scene shifts to Saint Nore Park’s venue

Yui: What a crowd...I guess the show will take place around here?

Ruki: Oi, Livestock, don’tーー

*Thud*

Yui: Ah...!

Female Vampire D: Watch your step! Be careful!

Yui: S-Sorry...

Ruki: ...Haah.

*Rustle*

Ruki: Don’t wander around without permission from your Master. Who do you think has to go through trouble if you were to get yourself lost?

Yui: Sorry...

Ruki: If you truly feel guilty, make sure to stick by my side from here on out. I don’t want to get into trouble either.

Yui: Y-Yeah...

( However, aren’t we a little too close right now...? )

ー The crowd cheers

Magician A: This concludes our marionette act. 

We had some close calls with the threads getting entangled, but those kind of ‘small’ incidents are part of the act’s charm!

Yui: ( That’s not a laughing matter...! )

Magician A: Well then, let’s move to the next show time!

I need an assistant for this next act...So could I ask for a volunteer?

Yui: Fufu, this kind of stuff often happens, huh?

Ruki: Usually the assistant is decided upon beforehand though.

Yui: Oh come on...

Magician A: Hm...Let’s see...Ah!

Yui: ( ...Eh? Did our eyes meet just now? )

Magician A: The young lady over there. Would you be willing to help me out?

Yui: ( I knew it...! )

Ruki: ...Are you referring to her?

Magician A: Why of course! I just felt like this is fate.

I feel like my act will definitely succeed if she helps me out. Unlike the one from before.

Ruki: ...I’m sorry, but I can’t hand her over.

Magician A: Eeh? Please don’t say that...Say, young lady? How do you feel about this?

Yui: Me? I...

Selection

→ I want to give it a try

Yui: I guess I kind of want to...give it a shot.

Magician A: See? Did you hear that?

Ruki: ...You fool.

Yui: Eh...!?

( Is he upset...!? )

→ Ask Ruki-kun (☾)

Yui: Ruki-kun...What should I do?

Ruki: ...If you want to try it, you should.

Yui: Thenーー

Ruki: Which is what I’d love to say. But I cannot give you permission this time.

Yui: ( He seems really insistent about it... )

Is there a specific reason, Ruki-kun?

Ruki: ...You know very well that you’re surrounded by Vampires right now, don’t you?

Vampires don’t die so easily. Therefore, even if they make a small blunder, they can just cover it up as being part of the show.

If anything, I heard that sometimes they will mess up on purpose to get a stronger reaction from the audience. I assume that was the case in the previous act as well.

Even if it is something which could usually cost a person their life, for a Vampire who doesn’t die very easily, they can simply laugh it off.

However...You are different. If a mistake were to occur, you’d die.

How could I let you go through with this...knowing very well that is the case?

Yui: ( Come to think of it...Earlier everyone laughed when he said there was a close call as well. )

( If an incident were to happen again while I’m helping out... )

Ruki: Do you still want to give it a try after hearing all of this?

Yui: ...I don’t...

Ruki: Figured as much.

Magician A: Hello? Have you made up your mind?

Ruki: It was obvious from the very start. She can’t help. If you need someone to assist you, you’ll have to try your luck somewhere else.

Magician A: Not even a little? All she has to do is stand there.

Ruki: The answer is no.

Magician A: ...I suppose you leave me with no other choice then.

ー The magician pulls Yui his way

*Thud*

Yui: Ow...!

Ruki: ...Oi!

Magician A: Oh come on, it’ll be over in the blink of an eye.

Yui: ( This person is incredibly strong...! )

P-Please stop...!

Magician A: Don’t be scared. Even if a mishap occurs, we don’t die, do we?

Yui: ( He’s mistaking me for a Vampire!? Because my scent has faded due to the drug...!? )

Ruki: Oi! Let go of her right noーー!

*Thud*

Ruki: ...!? What are you two doing!?

Clown A: No, no...You shouldn’t interfere with the show!

Clown B: We know that you’re worried about her, but this is all for the sake of the Carnival, okay? Can’t you work with us for a bit?

Ruki: Cut the crap!! Kuh...!

Magician A: Well then, everyone! Please behold! What I would like to demonstrate on this lovely little lady isーー

A knife-throwing show!!

Yui: ( Knives...!? )

Magician A: There are three numbers written on the target behind her. I shall throw the knives towards those in order.

If I manage to hit all three without messing up...I would very much appreciate a grand applause from you all!

Yui: ( No way...The number behind me? They’re near the face...!? )

No! Ruki-kun...!

Ruki: Kuh...! Let me go...!

Clown A: Ah~ Yeah, yeah, stop moving!

Clown B: Don’t worry, it’ll only sting a little at worst.

Ruki: ...Only sting a little, you say...?

...Don’t be ridiculous!!

Magician A: Well thenーー Starting with the first one!

Yui: ...!!

ー She closes her eyes

Yui: ( Ruki-kun...! )

Ruki: ...Yui!!

*Thud*

ー She opens her eyes again

Magician A: ...Oh dear?

Clown A: Oh my! Such strength!

Clown B: There were two of us, but he still escaped our grip.

Ruki: ...Are you okay, Yui?

Yui: Ruki-kun...

( I had my eyes closed so I didn’t see what happened but...Ruki-kun saved me...? )

( ...The knife hit exactly the place I was standing up till now...!? )

( If Ruki-kun hadn’t come to my rescue, right now, I would have been...! )

...! Ow...!?

Ruki: Oi, what’s wrong? Don’t tell me, did the knife...!?

Yui: I’m okay...Seems like it only scraped my arm...But, it’s bleeding...

Spectator A: ...Hm? This scent...

Spectator B: A human! There’s a human here! But, this is...!

Spectator C: What a delicious fragrance! It’s coming from that young lady...!

Ruki: Che...Oi, press down onto your arm! We have to run!

ー The two of them run away

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) Literally he says that she is ‘making her back round’, implying that she is standing somewhat leaning forward as if you are trying to make yourself small, with your head bowed downwards.

← RETURN TO CHAPTER 1

→ PROCEED WITH MAIN STORY [CHAPTER 3]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #1 [W/REIJI]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #2 [W/ KANATO]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #3 [W/ AZUSA]

[skeeter-110]

A Twist in the Tale (That’s Old as Time)

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. As punishment for his actions, the young prince is transformed into a monstrous beast by a mysterious enchantress. Only condition is if he can learn to love someone and earn their love in return, the curse will be lifted. The prince - now turned Beast - felt doomed for eternity; until he met a little boy with a heart of gold.

AKA: a Beauty and the Beast Irondad AU

|| Chapter One || || Chapter Two || || Chapter Three ||

Chapter Four: Be Our Guest

Peter slowly opened his bedroom door several hours later, peering around it to make sure no one was around.

Once he was completely sure that the halls were bare, Peter slowly began to leave his room and walked down the hall towards the main lobby. All he wanted to do was to find the kitchen, quickly grab something to eat, and return to his room like he never left.

Thankfully, it wasn't too hard to find the kitchen. Once he got to the lobby, all Peter had to do was follow the voice of Happy and Ms. Potts and soon he was standing in front of two large doors.

"Splendid to see you out and about, Monsieur. I am Happy, head of the household." Happy greets, bowing before Peter. Peter went to go shake the clock's hand, only to have Rhodey run right in between them. "This is Rhodey." Happy introduces reluctantly.

"Un plaisir." Rhodey says, shaking Peter's hand.

"If there's anything we can do to make your stay more comfortable." Happy offers, before getting burned by Rhodey when he tries pushing him out of the way.

"I am a little hungry." Peter admits.

"You are? Hear that? He's hungry! Stoke the fire, break out the silver, wake the china." Ms. Potts excitedly commands.

"Remember what the master said." Happy reminds, muttering it under his breath as if just that sentence was going to summon the Beast.

"Oh, pish tosh. I'm not about to let the poor child go hungry." Ms. Potts brushes off completely.

"Alright right, fine. Glass of water, crust of bread, and then-" Happy sternly complies, earning a look of disapproval from Rhodey.

"Happy, I am surprised at you. He is not a prisoner, he's our guest. We must make him feel welcome here." Rhodey scolds before turning towards Peter. "Right this way, Monsieur."

"Well, keep it down. If the master finds out about this, it will be our necks." Happy warns as Rhodey leads Peter to the dining room.

"Of course, of course. But what is dinner without a little music?" Rhodey asks, slamming the door in Happy's face right after in order to muffle his objections.

As soon as Peter sat down at the table, a whole production started up.

The china was out setting themselves, music and singing started up, and what felt like hundreds of dishes were placed in front of Peter for him to eat and drink. All of the dishes and cups danced around, doing a bunch of tricks and completely entertaining Peter.

For the very first time that day, Peter actually forgot about the reason he was even there in the first place. For the first time that day, Peter's mind was filled with fun and excitement rather than grief, fear, and sadness; it also helped that his belly was filled with delicious food now too.

For the first time that day, Peter couldn't stop his smile or his giggles as he clapped along to the music that was beginning to die down around him.

"Bravo! That was wonderful!" Peter claps once the whole performance came to a close.

"Thank you. Thank you monsieur. Good show, wasn't it?" Happy says before yawning. "My goodness, look at the time. Now it's off to bed, off to bed." Happy tries to corral.

"I couldn't possibly go to bed now. It's my first time in an enchanted castle." Peter excitedly tells him.

"Enchanted! Who said anything about the castle being enchanted?" Happy nervously laughs, Peter giving him a somewhat unimpressed look in return.

"I figured it out for myself." Peter chuckles before standing up. "I'd like to look around if that's all right."

"Would you like a tour?" Rhodey gladly offers.

"Wait a second. Wait a second. I'm not sure that's such a good idea. We can't let him go poking around in certain places; if you know what I mean." Happy tries to stop.

"Perhaps you'd like to take me. I'm sure you know everything there is to know about the castle." Peter tells Happy, knowing that flattery was going to get him at least somewhere.

"Oh, well, actually, I- Yes, I do." Happy stutters out.

And that was how Peter found himself walking down one of the castle hallways, looking at all of the armor that was put on display down it.

Happy was going on and on about the Baroque period, or something like that. Peter wasn't listening as he wandered off towards another staircase. Peter just began to climb said stairs when both Happy and Rhodey quickly ran in front of him and blocked his path.

"What's up there?" Peter questions, his curiosity once again getting the better of him.

"Where? There? Oh, nothing. Absolutely nothing of interest at all in the west wing. Dusty, dull, very boring." Happy says, trying to deter Peter from going up there. Unfortunately, he only managed to fuel Peter's curiosity even more.  

"Ah, so, that's the west wing! I wonder what he's hiding up there." Peter ponders, trying to look up and around Happy and Rhodey to see anything.

"Hiding? The master is hiding nothing." Rhodey disputes.

"Then it wouldn't be forbidden." Peter says simply, pushing through the two household items standing in front of him. Happy and Rhodey quickly ran up a few more steps, once again cutting Peter off.

"P-Perhaps... uh... perhaps Monsieur would like to see something else? We have exquisite tapestries dating all the way back to-" Happy tries to offer, gulping when Peter continued to climb the stairs.

"Maybe later."

"The gardens. Or-Or the-the library, perhaps?" Rhodey chimes in this time.

"You have a library?" Peter asks, finally interested in one of the options.

"Oh, yes. Indeed." Happy confirms, letting out a few relieved giggles.

"With books!" Rhodey adds, hoping to continue making the library sound interesting.

"Scads of books." Happy says, going back and forth with Rhodey as they began to lead Peter back down the stairs.

"Mountains of books."

"Forests of books."

"Cascades."

"Cloudbursts."

"Swamps of books."

"More books than you'll ever be able to read in a lifetime." The two of them continue listing off, getting so into it they didn't even realize when Peter stopped at the bottom of the stairs. They just kept walking down the hall towards the library, talking about all the books they had.

Peter slowly crept back up the stairs, hesitantly stepping down the hall in the west wing. Fear settled into Peter as he continued to walk towards the only door in the wing, May's voice ringing in his head.

'One of these days, your curiosity is going to get you in trouble.'

That made Peter stop in front of the door, unsure of if he should open it or not. On the one hand, he really wanted to see what was so forbidden - it had to be something good considering this was an enchanted castle - but on the other hand, May was right. And if he got caught right now, who knew what the results would be.

Eventually, Peter's inquisitiveness won and Peter yanked on the door, having to lean back with his full weight in order to pry it open. Peering into the room, Peter's eyes widen when he saw the destruction inside.

There was furniture laying destroyed all over the floor, ripped-up fabric and curtains were barely hanging by a thread off of the walls and ceilings, and most of the paintings were ripped to shreds.

As Peter walked further into the room, one painting, in particular, caught his eyes. It appeared to be of a man, but it was hard to tell since it was all shredded up. Making sure to be gentle, Peter pushed some of the painting together, realizing it was a picture of a prince. Before Peter could wonder too much about who the man in the painting was, a pink glow coming from the other side of the room shone on Peter, gaining his attention.

Walking towards the table the glow was coming from, Peter could see that it was being caused by what appeared to be an enchanted rose floating in a glass bell.

Once again Peter's need to constantly figure out the science behind everything got to him and he slowly began to lift the glass bell that was protecting the rose. The rose remained floating in the middle of the table, Peter reaching out to touch it to see if it would dip.

Peter's fingers didn't even have a chance to brush against the petals of the flower before the Beast was appearing right in front of him, stopping him in his tracks.

Peter quickly took a few steps back, gasping in fear when the Beast ran towards him and slammed the glass bell back over the rose. The Beast whipped right back around after he was sure the rose was safe, making Peter shrink in fear.

"Why did you come here?" The Beast demands to know.

"I'm-I'm sorry." Peter stutters out, his voice audibly shaking.

"I warned you never to come here!" The Beast yells, his booming voice causing Peter to run and cower behind one of the tables that weren't completely destroyed.

"I didn't mean any harm." Peter tries to defend.

"Do you realize what you could have done?" The Beast roars, swinging his arm out and destroying the table Peter was hiding behind.

"Please! Stop!" Peter begs, tears streaming down his face as he pressed his back against a fallen wardrobe.

"Get out!" The Beast screams, swinging his arm again and shattering the wardrobe into a million pieces, almost as if it were made out of glass.

Peter let out a tiny yelp once he saw the Beast's arm coming towards him, quickly turning around and running out of the room while the Beast continued to roar behind him.

Not even looking back once, Peter quickly booked it down the stairs, barely managing to grab a coat as he ran past Rhodey and Happy.

"Where are you going?" Rhodey questions once he realized that Peter was heading for the doors.

"Promise or no promise, I can't stay here another minute." Peter tells them both before opening up one of the front doors; snow blowing right into the main lobby.

"No, wait, please! Please, wait!" Happy pleads, only to be ignored completely when Peter slammed the door shut.

Peter quickly hopped onto Phillippe - who, thankfully was still there - snapping the horse's reins before he was even fully settled, not wanting to spend another minute at that castle.

They didn't get too far though. Between the blizzard that was happening, and all of the animals that were around them, Phillippe began to get spooked and stopped in the middle of the woods.

As soon as they stopped, they were surrounded by wolves, growling and snapping at them.

Peter gasped and quickly whipped Phillippe around, making him run the other way. It soon became a race, with Peter trying to lose the wolves as best as he could and the wolves doing whatever they could to catch up.

One wolf managed to get right beside them, jumping up and snapping at Phillippe. Peter was barely able to pull Phillippe out of the way, turning them towards a different path in the woods in another attempt to lose the wolves.

Looking behind him, Peter saw that they actually managed to lose most of the wolves. He almost even let the relief sink in. That was until the ground started to give out from underneath them.

Looking forward once again, Peter realized that he led him and Phillippe to a frozen lake, and they were quickly sinking into it. Gritting his teeth and trying not to think about the cold water that was up to his chest, Peter pushed Phillippe to go further into the lake, realizing that the wolves weren't doing too good of a job swimming.

They managed to get to the other side of the lake, climbing up back onto the path. As soon as they got back on the land, Phillippe began booking it, giving Peter false hope that they were in the clear.

They only got a few feet before even more wolves ran in front of them, scaring Phillippe and causing Peter to get thrown off his back.

Peter screamed and fell face-first into the snow, laying there for a bit before he regained some of his senses. Lifting his head, Peter saw that Phillippe's reins got caught in a tree, making it hard for him to fight off all the wolves.

Looking around, Peter found a large branch that had fallen from a tree. Grabbing it, Peter quickly began swinging at the wolves, knocking one that was on Phillippe's back, off.

Unfortunately, that only seemed to make the wolves even madder, all of them growling and coming towards the small boy. Peter tried fighting them off, swinging the branch once again, but one of the wolves managed to grab the branch and pull it out of his hands.

Another wolf managed to jump up on Peter, snagging his coat in its mouth and pulling him right back down to the ground. Peter twisted and tried as best as he could to pull his coat out of the wolf's mouth, stopping when another wolf began to come towards him.

"No!" Peter screamed once he realized the wolf was about to pounce on him, quickly flipping and pushing his face into the snow to try and protect it. Only, nothing happened.

A yip could be heard before a loud and familiar roar, making Peter look up to see that the Beast was there and had the wolf in his hand. The Beast quickly threw the wolf down, leaning over Peter protectively and snarling at the group of wolves that were still getting closer.

The Beast quickly lunged towards the group, running away a bit to make sure the fight stayed away from Peter.

Peter watched with wide eyes as all of the wolves began to lung, scratch, and bite at the Beast. The Beast finally managed to get all of them off of him, throwing the last wolf at a tree while the rest of them ran off.

The Beast looked over his shoulder towards Peter, making the small boy gulp. The fear of what the Beast would do to him quickly left when Peter saw him swaying and fall back to the ground.

Peter almost took that as his opportunity, ready to hop back on Phillippe and leave this place for good. But something was nagging the back of Peter's mind, stopping him from leaving the Beast here to freeze in the snow; especially because he had just saved Peter's hide.

Running back over to the Beast, Peter sadly sighed before taking his coat off and wrapping it around the Beast's shoulders; although the small piece of cloth didn't really do much around the Beast's gigantic shoulders.

Peter struggled, but he somehow managed to get the Beast draped over Phillippe's back, reluctantly making his way, once again, to the castle.

Tag List: @spideyspeaches​ @lost-lunar-wolf​ @joyful-soul-collector​ @hatakehikari​ @thatcrackheadsadbitchtm​

[secretshinigami]

A First Time For Everything

Author: @complicatedmerary

For: @misora-massacre

Pairings/Characters: Halle Lidner/Naomi Misora; Naomi Misora, Halle Lidner, and I suppose Raye Penber is there, too, I guess :p

Rating/Warnings: General; brief alcohol mention

Prompt: Halle and Naomi go on a blind date

Author’s notes: Hello, hello! After writing Naomi on the other fic I gave you, I got inspired to continue writing her, especially with this intriguing prompt. I had my eyes set on a regular dinner date, but it was so boring, I had to think outside the box. How about the gentle appeal of a wlw romance of what-ifs and cherished memories? Now that is more like it! You deserve a good time after the stress of the BB fic, so, hopefully you will enjoy this! Also, the friends’ names? Totally intentional. :)

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“What do you think about sunsets, Naomi?”

“Hmm?” Naomi shook off her tiring trance. It had become the standard for Naomi to be absentminded every single time Raye wanted to have a party. In this case, he expressed desire to show off to the whole city that him, Raye Penber, had finally gotten brave enough to propose to his girlfriend, Naomi Misora. It was cute, really, Naomi thought, but a single text and some phone calls would have sufficed. She was not a big fan of crowds; he should know that already. Right?

“I said, what do you think about sunsets?” Raye embraced Naomi from the side and kissed her cheek.

She smiled. “I think they are nice, very romantic. With the right person, that is.” Especially on a nice balcony overlooking the city, as the crowd is engrossed in their own little world. Thin fingers wrap around hers, her thumb gently rubbing on the underside of her hand. Naomi looked intently at their hands and her heart skipped a beat as a rush of fluttering feelings vibrated in her stomach. Was that what they meant when they say you have “butterflies” inside you? She did not seem to mind at all, like she was used to the effect she caused because of her beauty and enthralling disposition. How many girls were they before her? Why did she care? It was not as if she was ever going to see her again. Perhaps she should give her number, make sure she never forgot about her.

“You seem deep in thought.” Her blonde hair was gently blown from the crisp breeze, it was almost too perfect.

“Hmm?” A distraction from her ramblings inside her head, but not quite. Naomi was more transfixed by her amber eyes than anything else. How can a woman be this beautiful?

Raye’s watch beeped loudly, the recreation of her memory evaporating like water. “Whoops, it’s almost time. You would not mind helping me with the drinks, would you? You are such a good mixer; our guests would appreciate it.”

He clearly meant his guests with maybe two of her friends. “Right, no problem.”

At this rate, a drink was not such a bad idea.

God, she needed a drink.

She could not believe she was looking forward to this. Cathy was so vague about this Hal guy, but what was said intrigued her. All she knew was that his name was Hal Bullook, he had blond hair, brown eyes, and he was at least over five feet and ten inches. Also, he was a CIA agent. A total dreamboat, Cathy promised. Hal has heard plenty about you, she also said. She gulped. Cathy had no filter; if she told him some embarrassing facts (like the milk slipping accident from work), then she would be mortified. Then again, maybe it will make her endearing and cute in his eyes, there was nothing wrong with that.

Today was a gathering between members of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, the Central Intelligence Agency, and other local governmental organizations; it was not for business, this was a regular party to get everyone together for a job well done. Plenty of fun to spread in one evening, it was bound to be unforgettable.

This was the most obnoxious party Naomi has ever been to and Raye had finally beaten his own record.

Maybe she was the one who did not understand how parties worked, but if this was an engagement party, then why was there a group of guys watching sports on her television, in her living room? And where were Cathy and Shoko? Did they miss their invitations, or did they ditch her for something else?

“Raye,” Naomi hissed, snatching him away from the group and setting him aside.

“Naomi, what was that all about? You can’t just barge in when someone is having a conversation.” Raye shook his head in disappointment.

“This is out of control! I thought the whole point of this party was to share the news. I was asked to bring snacks into the living room as if I was servant and not the main co-host. Do you realize how humiliating this is?”

“Oh, Naomi, I’m sorry, no one should treat you like this. Tell me who did it so I can tell them to leave.”

Naomi sighed. Raye could be dense sometimes, but gosh, he was too sweet. Was she making a big deal out of nothing? “Don’t worry, I’m sure they’ll get bored soon. By the way, have you heard from either Cathy or Shoko? You did invite them, right?”

“No, I have not heard from them, but they should be coming soon. Cathy is always late, remember?”

That was true, but that did not explain Shoko’s absence. Unless … “If they decided to arrive together, then that would explain everything.”

“Are you sure you are okay, Naomi?” Raye placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry if my friends had other plans, but I promise we will make the announcement together. Just … give it some time until the mood has been set, okay?”

“Fine,” Naomi mumbled. “You did promise.”

“Thank you,” Raye pecked her lips. “Excuse me for one second.”

The doorbell rang and Naomi perked up. In an instant, both Raye and Naomi gathered by the door and let it swing open. The sight made her smile. Speak of the devil; Cathy and Shoko were just late after all.

“Wow, girl, look at you,” Cathy giggled. “You are an absolute knockout.”

And indeed, she was. Naomi was wearing a silky, black dress, her legs accentuated tastefully by the knee length and the six-inch black heels. Her long hair had been waved with a curling iron and her makeup was subtle yet elegant. Caramel lips and a brown smoky eyeshadow, she looked flawless.

“Hopefully, I did not overdo it,” Naomi shrugged.

“Nonsense, you look perfect, if you don’t make heads turn, then they are missing out.”

Naomi gave a small twirl. “I hope Hal likes me.”

“Yeah, Hal …” Cathy fiddled with her bracelet, looking to the side. “Come on, let’s go, we can’t be late.”

“You do realize you are late, right?” Naomi teased Cathy.

“Yeah, yeah, that was bad.” Cathy blushed. “But I have a good excuse this time. Traffic was a nightmare.”

“You say that every time.” Naomi drank from her glass.

“It’s true, though!” She widened her brown eyes to appear more innocent. “I know I have concealed the truth from you before, but I’m not lying right now. I have bad luck, that’s all.”

“Fine,” Naomi could not be bothered to continue this discussion. “I forgive you.”

“And that’s why you are a great friend, you are willing to look past my flaws.” Cathy giggled.

At approximately 4:30, Naomi and Cathy arrived at the gathering, prepared to have the greatest time possible. Naomi was transfixed by the amount of silver decorations the room had all over. It was as if there was plenty of money invested to make it look pretty. And from the corner of her eyes, she saw the type of food that was set on the table. It was a banquet full of delicacies that range from a fancy ham and an elaborated fruit salad.

At least she felt better about her dress code.

“Wow,” Cathy gasped.

“I know,” Naomi replied. However, there were more concerning issues. If she could find Hal, perhaps they could crack a joke about how this gathering’s budget was blown for appearances. Then again, there was the possibility that he could have a terrible sense of humor. She had to thread lightly. Now, where he could be among this sea of professionals? Funnily enough, she did not catch a lot of men that were at least taller than five feet and ten inches, so perhaps Hal was in the bathroom.

She stood there in her spot, darting around for a sign of a tall blond.

Well, she did see a tall blonde woman among the crowd, but that was definitely not Hal. Their eyes aligned and she waved at her, smiling. Naomi waved back. She must be a coworker she had never notice before, it would have looked bad if she ignored her.

However, where was he?

“What are you doing?” Cathy took her arm and dragged her in the middle of the room. “That is your date, come say hi to Halle. Hey, Halle, here she is!”

Halle? What was Cathy talking about? No, she must have been confused, Hal was somewhere around here, this had to be a joke—

Hold on a second.

This was a joke. Blonde hair, brown eyes, she seemed taller than five feet and ten inches, especially with those high heels …

Did she miss something? Did Cathy set her up with a woman all along?

“Who is Shoko’s friend?” Naomi pointed towards a young-looking man standing next to Shoko.

“Oh, that’s her new boyfriend,” Cathy shrugged. “I barely know him, he is new in town.”

“Huh,” That was all Naomi could say. Shoko’s dating habits were … unusual to say the least. That was not a negative thing, she reassured herself, Shoko was an attractive woman. With her sleek, dark brown hair, high cheekbones, and slender figure, she attracted men like honey. If Cathy can call herself unlucky, Shoko was the opposite. It was hypnotizing, really, how Shoko threw her head back with laughter and remain poised. Her boyfriend was cute and all, but he could not hold a candle to Shoko. He almost looked … average next to her.

“Wow, could you stare any harder?”

“Hmm?” Naomi was shaken from her train of thoughts.

Cathy raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms against her chest. “If I did not know any better, you still like girls. Does Shoko know that you have a crush on her?”

“Shh, Cathy, that’s enough,” Naomi set her aside. “No, I don’t have a crush on Shoko. Also, can you keep it down?”

“Wait, Raye does not know about you and Halle, does he?”

“Shh!” She raised a finger over her mouth. “No, and I would like to keep it that way. That part of my life is done for.”

“You literally stared at Shoko like you wanted to kiss her.”

“Cathy, can you drop this?” Naomi backed away. “I’m with Raye and that’s all there is to it—" When she turned around, she bumped into a guest and her glass spilled on her white blouse. The sound attracted lurking heads to witness the disaster, including Shoko’s.

“Naomi!” Raye came to the rescue with a paper towel. “Don’t worry, I can fix this.”

Humiliating tears sprung from her eyes, her shame hot against her cheeks. She waved Raye from her sight and ran towards the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

Forget about the ruined blouse, why couldn’t Cathy mind her own business? Sure, it led to something wonderful once, but that was in the past.

Was it?

“Is she gorgeous or what?” Cathy smirked at Halle. “Naomi was looking forward to this day.”

Naomi wanted to cry from the humiliation. What did she do to deserve this?

“That makes the two of us,” Halle laughed, it sounded so warm and clear. “Thank you for helping me out, Cathy.”

“Could you excuse us for a minute?” Naomi flashed a pained smile as she set Cathy aside away from Halle, into the women’s bathroom.

“You lied to me!” Naomi whispered in anger.

“I’m sorry, okay? I met Halle in a case, and she told me that it was hard getting dates when you are a lesbian and one thing led to another and we started talking about you.”

“What. Did. You. Tell. Her?”

Cathy sighed in defeat. “That you were single and that you were totally a lesbian, too.”

“What?” Naomi was flabbergasted. “When have I ever given the impression that I was into women?”

“I mean,” Cathy waved her hands to Naomi’s sides as if her mere presence was the logical explanation. “You love to wear leather, I have never seen you in a skirt, and you ride the sturdiest motorcycle I have ever seen. Can you blame me?”

“What is wrong with you?” Naomi snapped. “I am appalled that you would do something like this. You made me believe I was meeting a guy named Hal … Oh, my God, Halle, Hal … You mispronounced the name on purpose because you knew deep down that I was never going to be okay with this.”

“I did this because I thought you knew that you were a lesbian all along and I was trying to keep it undercover for your sake!” And now Cathy was crying with tears rolling down her face. “You have to realize that I did not do this with bad intentions, I care about you, you are my best friend, I was trying to help.”

Naomi merely shook her head and sneered. “Don’t ever speak to me ever again.” And with that, she stormed from the bathroom.

“Wait, please!” Cathy collapsed on the marble floor and continued crying on her knees.

Crying was useless and a waste of time, she needed to get over herself. Naomi washed her face and wiped water with a towel, taking a deep breath to take some control back to her senses. She was going to pretend that the issue was the stained blouse and move on.

Fortunately for her, the focus was on that stupid sports game, and she was able to sneak to the bedroom and change her blouse into a regular long-sleeved, black turtleneck. She breathed out a sigh of relief. There, it was as if nothing happened.

She was not going to let this train wreck ruin her chance to have a good time, but she needed some time alone. The balcony was impressive, and it gave her the space necessary to come back to the party when she was ready. She looked ahead to the horizon and thought back to what Cathy said. Could there be some truth to her words? Sure, she did struggle getting dates with men, but surely that had nothing to do with her being into women, right? Her mind dwelled on Halle’s face and she groaned. Poor Halle, she was involved in this mess whether she liked it or not and she did not know to properly apologize to her. “I’m sorry my friend told you I was a lesbian?” Yes, that would go over well.

“If I didn’t know any better, it seems that I was not who you expected.” A familiar voice rang in Naomi’s ears.

She turned around and released a pained sigh. There she was, standing tall, unfazed that there was drama in the first place because of her. She was so put together; Naomi was almost jealous that Halle had better control of her emotions than she had.

Those CIA agents must be operating on a league like no other.

Naomi cleared her throat. “Oh, no, that’s the problem, you were described perfectly.” With an excluding factor, that is.

“Listen, I understand that blind dates can be weird, but I was willing to take a chance because it’s not every day that I get to know someone who is in the same line of work who is also into women.” Halle shrugged. “Does that make sense?”

Oh, how was she going to break it to her that she was probably not a lesbian? And yet, those words never exited from her mouth.

“It does make sense,” Naomi nodded her head, smiling. “I’m sorry about before, you are right, blind dates are weird. It could have been way worse.”

Halle chuckled. “What, like dating a serial killer?”

Naomi burst in laughter. “Oh, God, can you imagine? What are the chances of that happening in real life?”

“Believe it or not, it is way more common than you think. Thankfully, both of us are safe.”

She had to admit, Halle was funny. At least she could check off “sense of humor” off her list.

Huh. Hm.

“Just out of curiosity,” Naomi said breezily. “Did Cathy tell you anything interesting about me?”

“You mean like the ‘Milk Slipping Accident’? Yes, if that is true, you are hilarious.”

It was not surprising Cathy told her that story, she was expecting nothing less.

“It would be better if you heard my version of the story, I was the main instigator, after all.” She beckoned Halle to stand beside her. “Come on, I bet Cathy left off some important details.”

~

Whatever was going on inside did not matter when the woman in front of you also shared interesting stories of her own. One thing that Naomi learned from this fiasco was that perhaps the reason why dating men never worked out for her was because the spark was simply not there. With Halle, however, once the awkwardness went away, it just made sense. A part of her was still struggling with this newfound source of self-discovery, but once she allowed to just let herself be, it was comforting. She already admitted that she never dated another woman before today (which made Halle laugh, oddly enough), perhaps Halle would make this journey easier for her with no judgment.

“Sorry to interrupt you, but I’m just noticing that the sun is about to finally set.” Halle remarked.

“Do you like sunsets?”

“I think they can be romantic with the right person. Other than that, they are just nice.”

“Have you done this before?”

“Watched the sunset with someone else? Not romantically, no, but I always wanted to.”

“Well,” Naomi offered her hand. “There is always a first time for everything.”

~

Fast forwarding to the once evaporated memory from Naomi’s mind, after a tentative silence from both women, Naomi and Halle shared a kiss, the first of many that were set to come after Naomi insisted to at least see each other one more time. Unbeknownst to her, Cathy caught them in that embrace and never spoke one word to Naomi about it to avoid confrontation.

The following week, Halle organized a picnic date near a hill to enjoy the serenity of the lack of crowds. Naomi enjoyed herself on the mat despite the cold weather. She did not mind because she could just ask Halle to give her a jacket.

The less they talked about their eventual separation to get back to their normal, working lives, the better. If there was one thing Naomi learned from this experience is to just allow herself to be at peace with the present.

“Naomi?” Raye knocked on the door, the interruption of her thoughts never stopping her peace.

It seemed that Naomi was staring at the wall all this time. “Yes?”

He opened the door and sheepishly peered from the view. “I think it’s time.”

“Do you really mean that?”

“I kicked out the rowdy people out of here, we shouldn’t encounter any more disasters.”

Naomi chuckled, embracing Raye’s neck. “They should have been kicked out way earlier, but I forgive you.”

“Oh, you forgive me?” Raye mused out loud. “You are right, I should have listened to you all along.”

She gave him a firm kiss. “At least you are learning.”

~

A loud clink could be echoed across the living room, striking attention from every angle.

“Thank you all so much for coming,” Raye began. “I know my parties are bound to be entertaining, and for good reason, but we have an announcement to make, and after this, we can properly celebrate.”

Naomi raised her right hand, allowing the sparkle of the diamond ring to bling bright. “We are engaged!”

Shoko was the first to voice her excitement and soon everyone else follow with cheers and claps.

Raye squeezed her from the side and beamed with pride to finally give up this announcement. Naomi felt celebratory for a moment, but her smile faded slowly as her mind decided to ignore the noise until it turned into a blur. She somehow felt … empty.

~

“Look, Halle, the sun is setting,” Naomi pointed at the sky.

“Crap, we have to go back,” Halle began to stand up from the mat.

“Are you kidding? I have never seen a sunset from a hill, let’s not end the fun just yet.”

“Well, if that’s what you want, I suppose we can stay longer.” Halle went back to the mat and embraced Naomi from behind, allowing her to settle against her.

Even when the sun set into dusk, none of them were willing to leave each other’s arms.

[hyungwonmyheart]

Sweet Kisses

Group: Monsta X Pairing: Hyungwon / Wonho / Reader Words: 6,578 Tags: incubi/demons, college?au lol, threesome, fingering, oral (female & male), vaginal sex, anal sex, double penetration Summary: When you met Hyungwon and Hoseok at a party, you would have never guessed how close you would become as friends. As you got to know them, you realized they were a bit unusual...but who isn’t, right? The closer you grew, the more you let your guard down around them, until one night...you discovered their secret.

You met Hyungwon and Hoseok at a friend’s university party. At that time, you weren’t sure what their majors were; in fact, you had never even seen them around campus. Gazing upon them from across the room, you thought they seemed like complete opposites to be so chummy with one another.

The first thing you noticed about Hyungwon was how lanky he was, with legs that went on and on. Upon closer observation, his slender figure was complemented by the black pants and subtle patterned button-up that he wore. Dark hair fell upon his forehead as he peered around with a curious skepticism. Upon talking with him, he was not as serious as he let on. His lips were plush and pulled into the loveliest smile when he laughed. As you grew to know him, you cherished making him laugh.

Meanwhile, Hoseok was built. With muscular biceps and thighs, it was obvious working out was his thing. And speaking of thighs, he had the most beautiful pair you’d seen, even through his jeans. His deep brown eyes were always playful and seductive, which you weren’t sure if it was intentional at first. (Oh, it was. It very much was.) His brown hair was messily styled with a side part, which brought a more boyish appearance to him, despite his buffness. To top it all off, his v-neck t-shirt flattered his pectorals.

You were introduced to them by the host, a girl you’d known for a couple years through school. You spoke with all of them for a while, but she eventually left to chat with other guests. That left you with Hyungwon and Hoseok. A few drinks into the night, and you were continuing the charming conversation with the duo. It led to an exchange of numbers, as well as the creation of a group chat. You didn’t go home with either of them that night, but you soon discovered their interest in you was more than just a conversation at a party.

A few days later, the three of you agreed to meet at the university’s library for a study session. You figured this would be the perfect opportunity to learn about which courses they were taking, and what their majors were. You just wanted to know more about these devilishly handsome men that popped into your life.

You brought the subject up quickly when they began pulling some interesting books from the shelves. “The occult?” You murmured, glancing up at Hoseok. “I didn’t take you for a cultist.” You joked.

The chuckle that came from his lips was reassuring you didn’t cross any lines by saying that. “It’s always fascinated me, especially the things that humans write about stuff like this.” He nonchalantly flipped through the pages, glancing over the text and images within.

Hyungwon set down a book titled, From Heaven to Hell: All You Need to Know About the Fallen One.

Your eyes skimmed the cover before turning them up to question him. “Is...that a real book?!” You knew your university had a huge repertoire in their library, but that just sounded too outlandish to be real.

“Yep.” He opened the table of contents.

It was a few seconds before you had to ask, “What are you guys majoring in, anyway?”

Their eyes met before they looked back at the books.

“Occultism with a minor in folklore and mythology,” Hyungwon answered.

“Anthropology with a minor in occultism,” followed Hoseok.

“...Ah,” you exclaimed with an observance of your literary textbook. You weren’t really off-put by their replies though, especially since your university was known for its array of majors. You figured you’d stay on the subject. “So, you guys are into witches and stuff?”

“There’s a lot more to it than witches,” Hoseok defended. His gaze lingered on you as a smile crept to his lips. “You should be more worried about the other ‘stuff’.”

You scoffed a bit. “What, like the things that go bump in the night?”

Hyungwon snorted. “Exactly.”

A thought seemed to occur to Hoseok. “Oh, any ideas for what y’all want for lunch?”

You blinked, a bit surprised to be included.

Noticing your expression, he flashed you a wink. “My treat.”

“In that case, somewhere expensive,” Hyungwon suggested. He quickly ducked out of the way as Hoseok threw a pen at him, letting it land on the ground behind him.

You should have known from that conversation that something was...peculiar about these guys. However, you were too caught up in the allure the two radiated that you let your guard down.

A bit too much.

Throughout the next few weeks, you often met with Hyungwon and Hoseok to do various things; see a movie, go grab a meal, and hell, they even ran errands with you sometimes. Your group chat had become something you visited more than the threads with your other friends. They were so funny and smart and sweet; you loved spending time with them. And with as much as they spoke to you, it was reassuring that they weren’t bored with little ol’ you.

It was a Friday night when you expressed that you had no plans, you were just sitting around your apartment. To be honest, you were feeling bummed about a test you got back that afternoon in class. It was a lower grade than you had hoped. Hence, the neediness to be coddled by your friends.

Hoseok: At least you didn’t fail.

Hyungwon: He’s got a point. You shouldn’t be so disappointed in yourself.

You: Thanks...Really, I appreciate it. You: Sometimes you just gotta wallow in your sadness for a while. :P

Hoseok: LOL Yeah, I guess... Hoseok: Wait, all alone? That’s no fun.

Hyungwon: Sounds like you could use some company.

You debated inviting them over. They’d never been to your apartment before since you met them everywhere. As much as you wanted to bum it tonight, you did want to see them. Fuck it, you thought, quickly responding.

You: I mean, if you guys wanna come over, you’re more than welcome to.

Hoseok: I’m almost done with an essay, give me an hour.

Hyungwon: I can pick him up on my way.

“Perfect!” You muttered happily. That gave you enough time to change and even get some snacks ready. You told them your address and went to put on presentable clothes.

Knocks at your front door signaled their arrival at about 9 o’clock. It was a bit late, but you were a night owl anyway. You had just finished preparing the snacks, so their timing was spot on.

“Hey, guys! Come on in!” You chimed after you unlocked and opened the door.

“Hey,” Hyungwon answered, strolling past you.

Hoseok held up a bag filled with what looked like more snacks. “We come bearing gifts!” He announced.

You had to laugh at the coincidence. “I just made some pizza and cut up veggies, but the more the merrier!”

You welcomed Hoseok in and closed the door, securing it. “Make yourselves at home!” You said, going into the kitchen to get the food. You stopped short to be a good host. “You guys want anything to drink?”

“You have any beer?” Hoseok asked.

“No, but I have juice and vodka.”

He beamed at you. “That’ll do!”

You smiled. “Okay. How about you, Hyungwon?”

“I’ll have the same, please.”

“Coming right up,” you told them before walking into the kitchen. Balancing the vodka, juice and three glasses, you brought them into the living room. Hyungwon sat on the couch while Hoseok was cross-legged on the floor. You put the stuff on the coffee table before going to get the rest of the food. Once you settled onto the couch beside Hyungwon, you smiled at them as they sipped on their drinks they prepared themselves. “Did you finish your essay?” You asked Hoseok.

He handed you the empty glass from the table so you could make you own drink. “Yes, thankfully,” he answered in relief. “I was so sick of it towards the end.”

You thanked him as he passed the glass. You poured one-third vodka, and two-thirds juice. You glanced over and noticed that Hyungwon’s was mostly vodka and a dash of color. “How in the hell can you just drink that?”

“I guess I have a hell of a tolerance,” he joked.

You shook your head while Hoseok just smiled. “You guys wanna watch a movie?” You asked.

“Sure,” they agreed, and you listed off a number of options.

After deciding on a comedy, you munched on food and laughed your way into the night. When you put on the second movie--something more serious that you thought you’d be invested in--you found yourself dozing off. You were in dreamland, though after a while you heard their voices loud and clear.

“Is she asleep?” Hoseok asked.

“I think so,” Hyungwon replied.

“Should we take her to the bedroom?”

“Might as well.”

A few seconds passed before you were hoisted into the air as if you were a feather. You were becoming more and more conscious by the second, but you didn’t want to give that away just yet. You were gently laid onto the bed and the conversation continued.

Hoseok murmured, “She’s cute when she sleeps.” You felt a knuckle caress your cheek.

“She’s always cute.”

You wouldn’t have expected such a comment to come from Hyungwon, but it made your heart flutter.

“I bet she tastes good.”

Your heart immediately stopped. What the hell did Hyungwon mean by that?

“With the spiritual energy she has flowing through her veins?” Hoseok murmured, withdrawing his hand. “Of course she does.”

Your eyes flew open and flickered over to the men standing beside your bed.

They didn’t jump when you ‘awoke’. They didn’t seem surprised. They just watched you with dark eyes. A long moment passed where nothing was said until Hyungwon rolled his eyes.

“Damn it, she woke up,” he groaned.

Your conversation about degrees, and every strange comment and joke about hell they made since...You were feeling very sick to your stomach. “Are...Are y’all demons?!” You bravely asked.

“...What?” Hyungwon inquired flatly.

Hoseok broke into a smile, laughing at the absurdity. “No! Of course not!”

Glaring up at them, you noticed how much Hoseok’s voice seemed to be overcompensating. “I haven’t met any demons before, but that sounds like a very demon response,” you claimed.

There was silence again, but this time a smile grew on Hyungwon’s face. “Fine. If we were, what would you do? Run? Scream? Tell others?” He took a step towards the bed.

You inched back into the pillows. “Okay, I take it back, that was a demon response,” you whined, though tried to hold your ground. “And no, I wouldn’t. Who would believe me?!”

Hoseok finally gave up the act. Leaning his hands onto the bed, he hovered over you. “You’re the only one who’s figured it out, and you’ve only known us a short while.” He smirked. “Are you scared?”

“Seriously? You’re going to admit you’re a demon and then ask me that?” You spat, wanting to not totally cower.

Chuckling at what you said, Hoseok lifted his hand to your cheek again to brush it through your hair. “You don’t need to fear us though, we’re not the demons who eat people,” he assured you.

That didn’t calm you at all. “You just said I would taste good!” You tried to inch away from his touch, which actually seemed to hurt his feelings. He pulled his hand back.

“We’re incubi. We don’t feed on flesh,” Hyungwon exclaimed.

Incubi? You knew you had heard about them briefly in a class once, but you couldn’t remember much. “Then...spiritual energy?” You asked, piecing together what they had said.

They both nodded and added, “Through intercourse.”

That had triggered the information to return. An Incubus and a Succubus were mythical creatures who had sexual relations with humans to gain power. Your gaze slowly drifted from one demon to the other. These young men you had grown so close to over the last month were no men at all. What a mind-fuck.

It was as if they could see the wheel spinning in your head, especially as an anger began to rise in your body. “So, this was all you wanted from me?”

Hyungwon shook his head. “Look, if that was all we wanted, we would’ve taken it by now,” he said, running a frustrated hand through his locks.

“We like you,” Hoseok admitted. “I mean, having such a hefty amount of energy is what caught our attention, but you have so much going for you besides that. It didn’t take long for me to fall for you.”

“Yeah, me either,” Hyungwon chimed in.

You were quiet. Not only were they demons, but they...had feelings for you? Was that possible? Could demons love like humans? “I can’t believe this,” you sighed, turning to bury your face in a pillow.

As soon as you did, two weights crawled onto either side of the bed. You were afraid to look.

Gentle fingers traced along your arm while lips brushed against the nape of your neck.

“Do you want this?” Hoseok whispered against your skin.

“Do you want us?” Hyungwon’s voice drifted to your ear.

If they were human, would that have changed things? Would you have accepted their confessions? What difference did it make if they were demons?

You turned your head to the side. “I do…” You drifted off for a few seconds, but added, “Are you going to leave me once we do this?” Your voice wavered. You were so close with them now, though it had only been a month. You didn’t want to lose them as friends...even if they were incubi.

“No,” Hyungwon eased, beginning to lift the hem of your shirt.

“Promise.” Hoseok laid you onto your back and gazed into your teary eyes. The most doting smile came to his lips as he lowered them to meet yours.

As soon as his tongue slipped into your mouth, your worries instantaneously subsided. His tongue was sweet like honey, unlike any you’d ever tasted before. You were so caught up in his kiss that when he broke apart, you gasped for air.

“Don’t forget to breathe,” he laughed, pressing a kiss on your forehead.

You didn’t have a chance to respond as Hyungwon grabbed your chin and brought you into his own kiss. His taste was just as sweet as Hoseok’s, though it more resembled a strawberry. The smallest of moans slipped between your lips and it made them stiffen.

Pulling back from Hyungwon’s plush lips, you wondered just what made them freeze like that.

“Everything about you is so sexy,” Hoseok declared, digging his fingers into your thighs. You let out a whimper as he did this. A low rumble started in his throat as he dragged your pants down your legs.

Hyungwon was growling as well, but you weren’t alarmed by either of them. Their hands were tender as they touched you. You didn’t feel frightened.

Before you knew it, your shirt and pants were discarded and their mouths were kissing every bit of exposed skin they could. Soft sighs were escaping you as your body succumbed to their embraces.

Hyungwon’s hand disappeared under your panties and very lightly grazed over your warmth. “How does this feel?” He questioned lowly.

“Unreal,” you lazily concluded.

Pulling your bra down enough to expose a nipple, Hoseok’s mouth latched onto it and traced circles with his tongue. What seemed like a dull heat coming from his tongue was quickly turning into something more intense.

Your eyes rolled back, just in time for Hyungwon to find your clit. His fingertip drifted small circles around, almost in sync with Hoseok’s tongue.

Your body trembled at their sensual touches. You needed more. Lifting up, you unclipped your bra and hastily drew your panties down.

At the sight of your undergarments being tossed away, the incubi laughed to themselves.

“So eager,” Hoseok cooed.

“I like it,” Hyungwon said just loud enough for you to hear. “We can be eager too.” He began to lick his middle and ring fingers, getting them nice and wet.

Each of them slid a hand down between your legs. Hyungwon drifted his middle finger directly into your warmth with ease before working the second finger in. Meanwhile, Hoseok’s fingers were on your sensitive bud, rubbing it at just the pressure you liked. Moans were pouring from your lips. It was eerie that they knew the exact spots to have you keening for more.

With each thrust of Hyungwon’s fingers, your pussy was getting hotter. Not necessarily in a temperature sense, but more like the friction his hand was causing even though he wasn’t moving that fast. You glanced down at the way they were touching you and felt yourself getting aroused at the sight.

Hyungwon noticed your gaze shifting down. He slowly withdrew his hand, which was dripping with your nectar. “That should be enough…” Once he brought the fingers into his mouth, he let out a low moan as he sucked them clean. “I think you might be the tastiest human to date,” he chimed.

“Then I need a taste too,” Hoseok piped, crawling down on the bed. He spread your legs wider, pushing them back towards your head. Your ass lifted off the mattress, making you squeal as he slipped his tongue into you.

Your legs trembled uncontrollably while you experienced an incubus’ tongue. Suddenly, the heat from before was nothing compared to the flaming sensation of now.

His hands held you firmly in place, keeping you spread wide. You felt his tongue curl within you while growls reverberated into your warmth.

Hyungwon sat back onto the bed and unzipped his pants. He worked them off, springing his cock from its confinement. He was soon naked and clearly enjoying the show with his hand lazily pumping around his shaft.

You were just about screaming from Hoseok’s enthusiasm. Not wanting to disturb your neighbors, you clapped a hand over your mouth and tried not to be too loud. That was your intention, but Hoseok wasn’t having that.

Moving his hands up to your cheeks, he spread your ass apart and gazed down at your puckered hole. “Let’s get you all warmed up,” he said before delving his tongue into your asshole.

You gasped. Your eyes were wide and focused on the ceiling. He had no qualms with anal, which why would he? Surely, any hole is a willing hole for an incubus.

As he stared down at you, drawing your attention, he began to smile with his eyes. He was up to something. You felt his tongue move up to your taint when a finger prodded your entrance. “Relax,” he soothed. He guided it in with care, though he was smirking all the while. His eyes finally flickered over to Hyungwon. He rolled them dramatically. “Of course you’re already naked.” His tone was mocking the other demon.

“I like to think of it being ahead of the game,” Hyungwon started, trailing his spare hand along your belly, “I’m ready to fuck. You’re not.”

“She’s not ready yet, so that’s what I’m focusing on, you selfish shit.” Curling his finger inside of you, Hoseok tongued around your hole where you were squeezing his finger.

You whimpered at his expert touch, as well as the heat that was spreading into your ass.

Hyungwon huffed in annoyance. “Fine, I’ll perk those nipples up,” he declared, leaning onto the side and hovering over you. He pecked open-mouthed kisses along your chest over to one of your nipples. As soon as his mouth enveloped it, you felt that same heat building against your skin. He lifted off for the briefest second, just in time for you to see how much saliva he was lathering you with. He, then, seized your stiffened nipple once more.

“I-I’ve never felt like this before,” you found your voice to say. Your eyes fluttered shut. “I’m on fire.”

Hyungwon and Hoseok broke into smiles as they continued their ministrations with your body. Carefully holding you steady, the latter wrapped a hand around your leg and his thumb found your clit. He flicked it vehemently, making your body tense.

You couldn’t hold back anymore. With a strained scream that you tried to suppress again, you were forced to let out your voice when Hyungwon pinned your hands to either side of your head. Instead of returning to your chest, his mouth struck yours with a burst of passion and swallowed your moans. A quake started in your belly and worked its way through your entire body. You were shaking with pulse after pulse flowing from between your legs.

Hoseok’s fingers slowed and slipped out of you while he beamed down at you. “There it is! Good girl!” He praised, smooching up your thigh. He very gently rested your body back onto the bed.

Your tongue was almost violently rubbing against Hyungwon’s while you came down from your high. You were dazed, so lost in the pleasure that you didn’t even realize Hoseok had spoken at first.

“Such a precious, little kitten,” Hyungwon murmured against your lips. He went to pull away, but your teeth latched onto his bottom lip and kept him in the kiss. His strawberry taste was addicting.

A loud growl ripped from Hyungwon’s mouth into yours, though it quickly turned to a chuckle. His fingers found your hair and tugged your head back to kiss you roughly.

Hoseok raised his eyebrows. “Kittens bite, remember that,” he joked. He slid off of the bed and quickly cast aside his clothes. After he crawled back on, he whined when he saw you were still at it. “Hey, I’m here too!”

Breaking apart from Hyungwon, you grabbed Hoseok’s muscular arm and yanked him down. “Then fucking kiss me,” you ordered.

Licking his lips, he nudged Hyungwon out of the way to wreak havoc on your mouth. Honey flooded your taste buds again. It was so strange that they both were delicious and you couldn’t choose a favorite between them.

Your tongue darted out to trace along his bottom lip, and that small break in a kiss had you coming back to reality. Something hard was rutting against your thigh. Glancing down Hoseok’s body, you found his dick grinding on your leg.

“Have some decency,” Hyungwon teased at his friend. “What are you, a rabbit?”

“I fuck like one,” Hoseok implicated down at you with a grin.

Somehow, through the addictive kisses and spectacular orgasm, you’d lost all inhibition. You smartly replied, “I don’t believe you.”

His eyes flashed with determination. “Oh, you’re going to learn, sweet girl,” he exclaimed with a sly smile. He spared a glance over at Hyungwon. “Game plan?”

“How about you prove a point while I keep her mouth occupied?” Hyungwon suggested. Sitting up on his knees beside you, he presented his hard cock leaking with precum.

Your eyes met his. “You two are awfully coordinated…”

“It’s fun with a friend!” Hoseok chimed as he settled between your legs.

You went to ask how long they’d been doing this together when Hyungwon’s hand began to slowly pump along his cock while he watched you. “Please?”

Somehow, an incubus asking so nicely for a blowjob made you want to laugh, but instead you welcomed him into your mouth. You were alarmed when your tongue dipped into his slit and found his precum tasted like strawberries as well. Your eyes shot up to him. That’s when you felt a hand on the back of your head, pressing his length even further into your mouth. Your eyes rolled back for a few seconds while your mouth stretched around him.

Hoseok rubbed his own precum along your warmth before positioning himself at your entrance. He slid in with little difficulty, regardless of his size.

A shiver traveled throughout your body as Hoseok guided himself in. You felt like he was stuffing you to the brim, but surprisingly...it didn’t hurt. Instead, all you felt was the heat inside you growing with each inch of him that entered.

Once he was sure you were content with his size, Hoseok took no time in thrusting his hips at such a speed that it took you off guard.

You almost let out a loud noise, but it was stifled by Hyungwon’s cock. He slipped into your throat and made you gag hard around him.

Hyungwon sighed in pleasure, but brought his hips back a bit to check on you. “Too much?” He asked, running long fingers through your hair.

As he fell out of your mouth, a trail of spit followed while you started to cough.

The coughing made your pussy flex around Hoseok, and he clenched his teeth to control himself. Well, his control was now out the window. His hands gripped onto your hips, and he bucked into you with a ferocity that had you seeing stars.

Your hands covered your face. You’d never been fucked quite this hard before. “T-Too much,” you whimpered into your palms.

Hyungwon put a hand on Hoseok’s shoulder, insinuating you needed a moment to recuperate. The other demon did as he was told. Hoseok slowed to a stop, though left himself buried inside you.

Leaning down beside you, Hyungwon pet your head tenderly and asked, “Does it hurt?”

You took a few deep breaths. You couldn’t deny how aroused you were; it was just so much at once that it was muddling your mind. You tried to think through the haze. “No...Hoseok is just so...forceful,” you eventually said.

“Between the two of us,” Hyungwon started, not sparing even a glance towards Hoseok, “he’s got the strength, sure, if that’s what you’re into. I’m the one with all the skills.”

Hoseok let out a hearty laugh. “Oh? You wanna bet?” He just about barked.

The black-haired demon simply smiled. “Sure. She’ll decide on who’s better. What’s at stake?”

“Winner gets to fill her up with his cum.” Hoseok glanced down at you. “If you’re okay with that?”

You were following the conversation, but ended up pouting when it came time for you to answer. “That’s not fair. I love you both, I don’t want to choose.”

There was a moment where they were quiet before they suddenly beamed. You loved them in return, and they were ecstatic by those words.

“Aww, okay, sweetheart,” Hyungwon voiced softly.

“You don’t have to choose,” Hoseok said, giving you a languid thrust.

You whimpered at the movement.

Hyungwon leaned down to nip at your lips. “If that’s the case, then we’ll both fill you up. How about that?” His voice was like velvet, smooth and inviting.

Your face flushed red. You had a thought that he must be so persuasive by nature, but you couldn’t help giving in. You nodded, not knowing what they had in store for you by that decision.

“I can’t wait to see that pretty face blissed out of your mind,” he noted.

“I’d argue with you, but since you’re scrawny I’ll let you face her,” Hoseok declared, pulling out of you.

When his cock fell out, you sighed in protest before Hyungwon helped you sit up.

You were confused as to what was happening, but let them do what seemed to be their thing. Hyungwon laid with his back on the bed, though his knees were bent to let his legs hang off the edge. He was more than happy to have you straddle him while his hands firmly gripped your waist.

Reaching your hand down between your bodies, you lifted your hips and welcomed Hyungwon into your warmth. Throwing your head back in pleasure, you bounced atop him a dozen times, getting used to the burning hot sensation their cocks seemed to radiate within you.

You felt lips drifting kisses along your shoulder and up to your neck. “Are you ready for me, baby?” Hoseok said, pressing his precum-drenched head against your empty hole in the back.

Now it was clearly apparent what their intentions were. You were a little terrified, but you couldn’t deny the way your body wanted this. Closing your eyes, you gave him a quick “yes” before taking a deep breath.

Hoseok climbed onto the bed behind you, his legs now straddling the other demon’s thighs. His hand guided you down to make your chest almost flush against Hyungwon. Once he had better access to your ass, he cautiously pressed the tip in and paused.

You reminded yourself to relax your body as Hoseok had told you earlier. You expected it to hurt much more, but were surprised when all you felt was a pleasant pressure. The moan that left your mouth gave Hoseok the okay to continue. Your legs were trembling as he pushed in even further.

Hyungwon lifted a hand to brush his thumb along your bottom lip while you kept making adorable sounds. “You’re getting stuffed with two cocks. How does it feel, sweetheart?” Once Hoseok was sheathed within you, Hyungwon bucked his hips to make you cry out in surprise.

You were supporting yourself with a wobbly hand on each side of Hyungwon’s head, trying to remain composed the best you could. “I-It…” You cut short as Hoseok grinded his hips against you. Gasping loudly, your arms almost gave out from how deeply they were both touching.

“He asked you a question.” Hoseok’s voice was lower, more dangerous than you’d heard until now. “How. Does. It. Feel?” With each word, he pulled out and thrust back into you.

“FUCK. AMAZING!” You shouted, unable to hold back your voice any longer. Your head hung down. You almost couldn’t process the ecstasy you were experiencing.

Grabbing the back of your neck, Hyungwon guided your head to where your lips could meet. His hips inched back and forth, working with Hoseok to bring you over the edge.

The more they thrust, the more your hips rocked with them. As Hyungwon’s tongue ravaged your mouth, you felt like your hands were going numb. They continued shaking as they kept you propped up, but you didn’t want to cave. It felt so unbelievable.

Hoseok’s hands were massaging your waist before they ran up your back and gripped onto your shoulders. His eyes surveyed your body, taking in every lovely detail until he noticed your quivering arms. “Are you tired, baby?” He asked with concern.

“N-No,” you sighed, “I’m just a little overwhelmed, I-I guess…”

Leaning over your body, Hoseok grabbed your wrists and carefully moved your arms to pin on your lower back. He supported you with little effort. “How is that?”

Your chest was pressed against Hyungwon even moreso, but your arms were surprisingly comfortable in the position. “Fine,” you told him.

“What a good, little kitten,” Hoseok praised. “I think it’s time to make you come...”

Your eyes widened, and you felt your heart race when you met Hyungwon’s gaze.

The smile on his face was nearly angelic, yet his next words made you tense around them: “Brace yourself.” You knew he was half-joking, but it was the half-serious part that had you worried. Hyungwon’s hands found your waist, his fingertips digging into your skin as he reminded you, “Relax, sweetheart. You’ll feel great, we promise.”

You nodded hesitantly.

And then, it happened so fast.

When their bodies rolled in unison and their cocks touched you so deeply, you screamed out at the heat building in your pussy. Hoseok’s grip tightened on your wrists as he slid out to the head of his cock and pounded back into you. At that same moment, Hyungwon pressed deep inside and thrust minimally at such a pace that had you wondering if it was physically possible. The bedframe was pounding against the wall, and you could not give a bigger fuck about the neighbors anymore.

The combination of sheer power and teamwork brought everything to a grinding halt when you moaned so loudly, so unabashedly, that you felt your throat growing hoarse. Your body clamped down on the dicks within you as you road out your orgasm.

Hyungwon’s teeth roughly dug into his bottom lip. His eyes fluttered shut when he let out the loveliest moan, and his hips came to a stop as you felt him erupt inside of you.

Hoseok was panting loudly, grunting with each thrust as he also reached his peak. His hands released yours, though he buckled over the pulsating bodies below him. A relieved growl started deep in his chest until it grew louder when your body continued flexing around his dick.

With each pulse of your body, you felt yourself growing heavy while the demons seemed unfazed. “I’m so tired,” you breathed.

Brushing hair out of your face, Hyungwon explained, “That’s normal...Every time you cum, we feed on your spirit. The first time can be particularly draining. Give it a few minutes and you’ll start getting energy back through us.”

You rested your head on Hyungwon’s chest to process his words, taking a moment as he advised though there were two cocks still buried inside of you.

Very slowly, Hoseok crept out of your tight hole and began to tease it with his fingers to watch his cum ooze out. “Fuck, that’s so hot,” he murmured to himself.

You were surprised to feel his touch, and even though you were worn out, you were practically mewling for him.

Hoseok moved a hand to entwine with your hair, yanking it off of Hyungwon and back towards him. “What’s that, kitten?” He asked. He slipped a finger into your ass.

Your chin quivered, tears stinging at your eyes. “It feels so good, please, don’t stop…” Your voice was wavering, but your hips were wiggling in such a wanton way.

Hyungwon cursed under his breath while you grinded against his cock that was still within you. “One more time, then?” He suggested with a smirk.

You nodded coyly.

Hyungwon and Hoseok both laughed at your response, and the latter released your hair.

“You’re the cutest,” Hyungwon declared, wrapping his arms around you to hold you close to his body. The embrace soon became an unrelenting constriction as he pounded up into your pussy.

Gripping onto Hyungwon’s shoulders, you gasped and cried out while you felt Hoseok press another finger in. Your mind went blank; all you could focus on was the unbearable arousal between your legs. You couldn’t keep track of time, but it felt like they were pleasing you for ages until Hyungwon’s hips abruptly crashed against yours, and he came. You didn’t even have a moment to spare as Hyungwon pulled out and Hoseok slammed in to replace him.

Hoseok’s fingers left you to better grip your waist. You were stunned with each thrust, and honestly? There were a few seconds where you’d black out from pleasure. Your moans were becoming sparse as you felt another orgasm building. As it surged through your body to nearly rattle your limbs, you dug your nails into Hyungwon’s skin and waded out into the waters of bliss. Tears flowed down your face, you could barely catch your breath, and your eyes were dazed when you felt Hoseok pull out.

He climbed onto the bed beside you and knelt by your head. His hand was furiously pumping his cock. “Please, let me cum in your mouth,” he begged.

At this point, you were too far gone. Your lips parted and brought his head into your mouth. You hardly had to suck before he was pouring sweet strands of cum down your throat. You were more taken aback by the taste of his juices than the amount of it. Once he sat back onto his feet, you licked your lips and closed your eyes. “Of course, your cum tastes sweet too,” you said through a laugh.

“One of the perks of being an incubus, I guess,” Hyungwon remarked, moving to sit up. He kept you in his arms as he pulled you back to the pillows and laid you in the center of the bed.

The demons laid beside you, each needing to touch you in some way. There was a long period of time where no one spoke. They thought you had actually fallen asleep until you broke the silence with a question.

“Will you...do this with other people?” Your voice was cautious, tip-toeing on the subject.

Another silence occurred, this one significantly shorter than the last, but still long enough to wear on your nerves.

“...Do you not want us to?” Hyungwon finally responded.

Hoseok failed to hold back a smile. “Do you want us to yourself…?”

Your face flushed red. You were feeling pinned in a corner. “I-I mean, I don’t know how demons do this--”

“We can make a pact if you want,” he said simply, playing with a bit of your hair.

That piqued your curiosity. “Which entails?”

“Your soul belongs to us,” Hyungwon chimed in. “We need to feed on spiritual energy.”

“Without it, we’ll wither away,” Hoseok said, though he sounded a bit distraught by it, and for good reason.

“And what’s in it for me?” You inquired.

That made Hoseok laugh. “Besides us?”

Hyungwon pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “You’ll never be lonely again. We’ll be here for you.”

Hoseok caressed your tummy. “You get us all to yourself.”

“Yeah, anytime you wanna fuck, just let us know.”

You covered your face in pure embarrassment. They spoke of it so casually, and you still weren’t used to that. “Why do you have to put it that way?”

Hyungwon grinned. “You weren’t this shy while we were fucking.”

“We’ve been inside of you. There’s no need to be bashful,” Hoseok added.

“Oh my god, you guys, stop,” you mumbled.

They started laughing even more before they began seductively feeling up your body once again.

You whimpered, peeking through your hands. “So, what about when you’re, say, in class and I want to…”

“Fuck?” Hoseok quipped.

You closed your fingers and nodded.

Hyungwon wrapped his fingers around your wrist and revealed that burning hot face. “Say the word and we’ll be here.”

“It’s not like we need these classes or degrees,” Hoseok said.

“We’re only taking classes to pass time. It’s interesting to see the bullshit that humans make up about demons.”

Hoseok smiled down at you. “I’d much rather be here with you.”

“Me too,” Hyungwon exclaimed, leaning down for a kiss.

You sighed against his lips before getting a taste of his strawberry-sweet tongue. After a moment, you turned to Hoseok and did the same to him. The demon who was as delectable as honey cupped your cheek and kissed you back. It was hard, but you pulled away and rested back onto the pillows. Staring at the ceiling, the one you’d stare at on lonely nights, you smiled knowing you wouldn’t have to do that anymore.

“Let’s make that pact,” you affirmed.

Hyungwon and Hoseok exchanged devilish smiles. “Are you sure?” They asked in unison, a courtesy (you didn’t know until later) that all demons do before sealing an agreement.

You took a deep breath. There was no backing out after this point. Fuck it. “Yes.” You eyes shifted between them. You felt the hairs on your arms stand on end as their teeth sharpened.

“This time I get to face you!” Hoseok mused.

Hyungwon grinned. “One more time, then,” he reiterated.

[delicrieux]

I recently rewatched some of the Harry Potter movies and I've been craving some reader insert stuff for the fandom ;v; Perhaps something HP-related where reader is locked in somewhere with the character(s) of your choice?

since it’s quarantine im re-reading the harry potter books and oh my god im in love with george

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It is too easy to forget just how playful Hogwarts actually is. It might appear all dust and studying, but at heart the castle, embedded with magic, is more mischievous than half the students attending. Secret rooms and passageways are fun and useful and you have laughed loudly often at your peers who, unknowingly, stumbled into a trap — mostly set up by you, for the sake of humour. It was quite funny until you were stuck in one of said rooms, unable to leave.

It was George’s idea. He had lured you out with promises of dungbombs and portable swamps and all other goodies for some old fashioned pranks. Your misplaced trust had locked you into a small never used classroom with dust coating every inch and corner in white. Though, you suppose it could be worse. Misery loves company, and you absolutely adore that George himself has to share your fate with you.

“Did you—“ You speak up, annoyance slipping past your calm tone, “—Tell anyone where you were going? Anyone at all?” You glance at him. He stands next to you, arms crossed over his chest, staring at the wall where the door was swallowed by murky green wallpaper.

“Well…” He trails off, thinking and re-thinking his answers, threading carefully, awfully mindful of your squinted eyes and clenched jaw. He’s not an idiot, you’ll give him that. “I…might’ve mentioned it to Fred.”

“Might’ve?” You stress, frowning.

He shrugs, turning to you with a loopy smile, “Okay, I had mentioned it to Fred. But he’s not coming.”

“Why?”

He falters a bit, his jovial exterior softening for but a moment before he’s back to his smug, humorous self, “He thinks we’re on a date.”

You stare at him, “Oh, Merlin, I hope not.” He fakes being offended by your words, landing a hand on his heart with a surprised expression. You look around, “Bit of a lame date that’d be.” You mutter, “I mean… Here’s quite dirty. I’d prefer The Three Broomsticks, to be honest. Take me there next time.”

He hums, “Noted. Should we go once we leave here?”

“We might not leave until morning.” You state sharply, “We might stay locked here forever.”

“Guess we’ll have to go on dates and get married here, then.”

Your heart skips a beat, even if he is joking. Suddenly you are thankful for the dim lighting, because your cheeks are frying.

“Can you imagine that?” You say with a nervous laugh, “ Well, I suppose we could clean. And summon food from the kitchens.” An idea pops to mind, “You recon the elves would help us?”

He shrugs, “We could try. How do you call on an elf, anyway?”

“Here elfy-elfy-elfy?”

Nothing happens. George snorts.

“Have a better idea, don’t you?” You squeeze past your teeth.

Taking out his wand with a cocky grin, he points at a random corner, swirling his wand in elegant motions and in a boisterous voice saying “Elfus Apparus!”

The classroom flashes with blue-white light as loud bang echoes and makes you jerk. With a yelp you grasp his hand, staring at the flying sparks and hissing fumes and then glancing at him only to see him just as surprised at you.

On one of the white coated tables stands a grimy figure of a house elf — hunched, bony, with a dirtied apron and shirt, large glass eyes. It stares at you, unmoving, waiting for an order. Your mouth falls open yet no sound comes out. George, still ogling the creature, nudges you softly to speak up. You jerk.

Clearing your throat, you say, “H-hello, uh— mister house elf. We would, uhm, like to leave this classroom. If that’s okay.”

George nods vigorously. You have never been so polite in your entire life, and he has never been so quiet.

The elf raises his hand and snaps his fingers. A crunch behind you — something emerging from the walls — and it bows his head before vanishing into smoke. You turn to find the door, solid as ever, back in its rightful place and with a shaky hand pull it open.

A familiar, empty corridor greets you. You smile a little to yourself, the tension easing out your shoulders. You emerge still holding George’s hand, fingers intertwined, still a bit shaky. The door shuts and melts into the wall again once you’re both safely out.

“Can’t believe that actually worked.” You mumble.

“Of course it worked. I’m bloody good at spell casting, aren’t I?” He grins, “But besides that…The Three Broomsticks, huh?”

You stare at him, “Now?”

“Why not? It’s a school night.”

On normal occasions, the fact that you have classes tomorrow would have swayed you to stay in the castle and do your homework. That and it being probably around 10 p. m. Alas, you have never said no to breaking the rules, and despite him maybe leading you to another trap again, you squeeze his hand and smile.

“Lead the way.”

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hope you liked it! xx

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[neon-dynasty]

Kamigawa was a failed endeavor. Released in the autumn of 2004, Champions of Kamigawa promised some new things for Magic the Gathering, and the return to some old things as well. Most importantly, in my opinion, it showed that Wizards was paying attention to what fans were interested in (outside of Magic) and wanted to provide a way of relating to the fans. However, just about everything they did with the setting and game either couldn’t live up to expectations or outright failed. Here’s why I think the original Kamigawa block failed, and why I think a return would be a resounding success.

This came out much longer than I’d expected, so hit the jump.

For its entire existence up until 2004, most of Magic’s settings were a hodgepodge of fantasy tropes, and the storyline had been following or tying into a single thread for years. Kamigawa was the first setting to truly be free of the ongoing Magic story. Nowadays, however, Magic is known for its settings based on real-world places and cultures. Just this past year, we’ve visited Eldraine (Arthurian Britain), Theros (ancient Greece), and Ikoria (less a real culture and more about giant monster tropes). Back in 2004, however, visiting a clearly defined theme world like this was something that hadn’t been done in a long time. In fact, it’s something the franchise traditionally shied away from. 1996’s Mirage block took place in Jamuura, a continent on Dominaria based on sub-Saharan Africa.1995’s Ice Age was set in a Viking-inspired Terisiare. (You could say that Arabian Nights and Portal Three Kingdoms also count, but those were more wholesale copies than homages.) Based on ancient Japan, Kamigawa was the first herald of a new worldbuilding philosophy for Magic, one that would see the creative team at Wizards of the Coast put their own spin on familiar cultures and mythologies, while still keeping them distinctly their own. Kind of like Disney movies.

The mechanics also promised to shake things up. While I don’t remember any of the card announcements, Kamigawa block introduced many new pieces for the game. Samurai and ninja had their own keyword abilities in bushido and ninjutsu, and most of the sorcery and instant cards dealt with arcane and spirits. Legendary had its own theme as well, with 138 unique creatures (139, if you count the other Yamazaki brother) and 39 other permanents, with a number of cards that cared about the supertype. Finally, there were flip cards, a mechanically and visually interesting way of getting more value out of those creatures and introducing a sort of sidequest to your game. 

Kamigawa was gearing up to be something special in Magic. But as I said at the very beginning of this piece, it failed.

The mechanics were kind of a disaster. Splice onto arcane was parasitic and to get any value out of it, you’d need to go all-in on overcosted cards. Bushido, sweep, offering, and most of the rest of the keywords were similarly underwhelming, either providing minuscule value or actively getting in the way of what you wanted to do. Putting the legendary supertype on a card is a downside when Commander doesn’t exist and singleton formats are not a popular way of playing. It doesn’t help that having too many legendary creatures in a set thend to make them feel less special, as well. Flip cards, while cool in theory, wound up being a logistical mess that didn’t add much to the enjoyment of casual games, and barely saw tournament play. All of this meant the cards didn’t really impact Standard, and Limited was a clunky ordeal more often than anyone would have liked. Following Mirrodin block, the most powerful three sets since Urza’s block, was also a tall order, and one that almost no set was equipped to fulfill. 

Admittedly, while I love the card game, I absolutely adore everything else about Magic. The storyline intrigued me when I started playing during Onslaught block, and knowing that there was this vast body of lore kept me hooked. Hearing that there was a Japanese-inspired setting coming up was pure hype for someone who’d also been into anime for years and video games for years before that. The early 00s were an interesting time for entertainment, as Japanese animation had finally infiltrated American mainstream media. Pokémon had been a successful card game for years (another story for another day), and Yu-Gi-Oh had just hit the scene in America after doing well in Japan for a few years. With all this and a burgeoning internet, fans of anime, video games, and Japanese culture had certain expectations. To say Kamigawa did not meet them would be an understatement. 

The general setting was based on an older Japanese culture, one which didn’t see much representation in media. Samurai, ninja, youkai, along with other popular figures and tropes were either later inventions or had a more solidified image hundreds of years after the source material took place. While I remember many Magic the Gathering fans being worried that the game would take on an anime aesthetic to capitalize on what was popular with the wider geek audience, they actually took it in the opposite direction. Instead of bright colors and bold outlines, Kamigawa was a dark and gritty place, which was made even more evident by the increasing demand for realistic detail in the art department. The kami themselves, one half of the conflict, were alien and foreign to behold. These weren’t based on images that otaku would have been familiar with, Japanese or Western, but based on much older stories that had been phased out of the public consciousness.

In short, there is no “in short.” There are many reasons why it didn’t succeed, but ultimately, it came down to being something that no one really expected or wanted. Instead of taking the cheap, easy, and profitable route by leaning into anime culture, Wizards bucked the trend and used a setting that most Magic fans would not have been familiar with, forcing it to fit within the franchise. They also filled the block with parasitic mechanics that were clunky and actively detrimental to play. And yes, I’m leaving out dozens of other reasons why Kamigawa failed, but those are the main ones that I personally feel hurt the setting. 

Sadly, as public-facing employees remind us constantly, Kamigawa is a very difficult sell to the higher-ups. It was one of the company’s biggest failures, and they can’t use tweets and Tumblr asks from enfranchised fans as justifications for its return. And yet, the requests still pour in. I believe that the reasons for this desire are the key to a new set based in Kamigawa. 

Let’s start with the biggest one: Commander. In many ways, this format is kind of the anti-MtG. It’s a long, drawn-out process that uses decks built with your whole collection, rather than the newest releases. Cards that are awful in most other formats are amazing in Commander, and one of the biggest drawbacks a card can have - the Legendary supertype - is a major boon here. It’s also the current most popular format for old and new players alike. I think that more than anything else, Kamigawa’s legendary theme is what draws new players, as Commander enthusiasts will inevitably find some interesting cards that would never have worked well in the old days.

I also think that Wizards of the Coast has learned a lot since 2004 (and whenever they started work on the original block). Remember, Kamigawa was the first of its kind: a real-world inspired setting completely separate from what the entire franchise had been doing for years. There were bound to be mistakes, and they’ve clearly learned how to rectify them. The following setting, Ravnica, used an Eastern European city aesthetic to compliment its two-color guild theme, but was still constrained by the block structure. Upon our return there, they changed the block structure to better fit what the themes and story wanted. On the other hand, Zendikar, their D&D-inspired adventure world, was beloved for its fast and fun mechanics, as well as the feeling of exploration on the cards and in the media. The return, however, involved destroying all of that in favor of an extradimensional war setting. Guilds of Ravnica and Zendikar Rising each supplied what the fans wanted out of those settings, to varying degrees of success. 

Wizards also keeps showing us glimpses into Kamigawa through Core Sets and supplemental products. Tamiyo showed up on Innistrad and Ravnica. They printed new shrines (compatible with the old Honden) in Core 2021. Yuriko, the Tiger’s Shadow, is one of my favorite commanders of all time, and she’s from the 2018 Commander set. They still value the setting, and don’t seem to be interested in ignoring it to the point of obscurity (like, for example, Mercadia). 

And, obviously, there are the rumors. With a blog name like mine, you have to have known this was coming. The three planeswalker concepts from surveys could point to anything: Commander products, supplementary sets, etc. However, I think that the web domains for Kamigawa Neon Dynasty point to a full set of some kind.

Interestingly enough, the events of the original Kamigawa block take place in Magic’s very distant past, so it’s been a tantalizing prospect to see how the place might have changed in the past few thousand years. Skipping over medieval fantasy and bringing it past the present into a cyberpunk future might be an excellent way to go about it. Aesthetics from early 90’s anime could still be stylistically unique in Magic, while keeping elements from the old setting would root us to the original block. I could see the new story centering around a conflict between one faction clinging to ancient traditions and another pushing magical technology to its futuristic limits. After all, Tamiyo still dresses in old-fashioned robes and reads from scrolls, and the moonfolk were known to be almost completely isolated from everyone else. I wonder what the kami would look like, if we even saw them at all.

Ultimately, I think that Wizards is in the perfect spot to try Kamigawa again. Between their worldbuilding experience, the rise of the Commander format, and a willingness to push the aesthetics of their game in different directions, there’s a lot of reason to hope that we’ll be heading back sooner or later. 

Please feel free to let me know if I missed something or got any details wrong. And please discuss what you’d like to see in a return to Kamigawa, either new stuff or old. 

[drawbauchery]

Two Of A Kind

(fic by cartoons-tothemoon)

Rico was, in many ways, comparable to a feral cat. He came and went as he pleased, he always came back with some sort of new scratch or bruise with no explanation, and he gave off the energy of some sort of dangerous, feral…Thing, despite being almost passive outside of combat situations.

However, similar to a feral cat, despite the threat of pain or personal injury, you couldn’t help wanting to pet it, or keep it around. Rico was scrappy, and to a lot of people, that was charming.

That was how Kowalski rationalized it anyhow.

Of course, nobody could guess that he’d be currently hooked up with the prince of a sovereign nature, but at this point, it was one of those things that might as well happen. If Skipper was allowed to have his weird homoerotic waltz with his frenemy and Private was allowed to clandestinely pine over Skipper the way he did, why not?

Of course, Kowalski wasn’t precisely sure what he was allowed. He was a man of science, of course, but was he not too flesh and blood, like his compatriots? His last relationship with Doris, “The Dolphin” as she was often called, had soured in a manner that he was still at least a little sore over, but surely enough time had passed for him to move past all this…Right?

It had been a slow day in the lab. Skipper told him that if anything else spontaneously combusted this week that he’d lose his microwave privileges, (which, on one hand, was fair, but on the other hand, was just sort of humiliating) so all he could do was sketch out vague models and schematics until night fell, which gave him some time to think about stuff he usually didn’t.

For instance, all of the…Whatever was going on as of late.

He knows it wasn’t always like this, but something had changed, and he had no idea what caused Skipper and Private to go from close friends to close friends with issues, or what caused his perception of Rico to shift from highly unstable maniac to highly unstable maniac with a heart of gold.

However, just as he thought he was making a connection between the several, loud, pounding knocks struck against the door to his lab, which practically caused him to jump out of his skin.

“I AM NEEDING OF YOUR HELP.”

“The door’s unlocked.” Kowalski called, yet still rising to his feet to open the door himself.

“THERE’S NO TIME, I NEED-“ the door opened, revealing Julien, who stopped yelling. “I need a doctor. You’re like a doctor, right?” Julien asked, looking a little more frantic than usual, his hair spiking up in stress.

“I….Guess?” Kowalski himself questioned. “I certainly have the most first aid training.” He turned back to the lab to grab his first aid kit. He hoped he’d have everything he’d need considering how often he had to use this thing as of late.

“Good enough.” Julien said, soothing his nerves by playing with his ponytail. As soon as Kowalski returned, he grabbed his arm in his, and began walking Kowalski down the hall. “It’s Rico.”

“Yeah, I figured.” Kowalski sighed.

“Really? That’s all you have to say? Are you sure you’re a doctor? Because your bedside manner is terrible.”

“I never claimed to be a doctor. What’s up with him?”

Julien froze, and turned to Kowalski, while smiling a sheepish smile. “You’re not going to tell the boss man about this, right?”

“No? Probably not?”

Julien continued his brisk pace at that.

“Good, because that guy just hates fun! I haven’t so much has ever seen him crack a smile! He’s such a bring-down. Anyhow, I mentioned to Rico a few days ago that I’d love to go dancing sometime, so we went out tonight,”

“It’s only 6…”

 “SO WE WENT OUT TONIGHT, and let me tell you it was banging!” Julien said, but his face seemed to fall as he approached his room, and held Kowalski’s arm tighter.

“Nobody there recognized me, but…A lot of people…Still wanted something from me…And…” Julien stopped walking entirely. They were just outside his door.

“I never felt so scared. Death didn’t even scare me, but this? This was…”

Kowalski was simultaneously terrified and calm. He never had to do this kind of comforting before, bringing someone down from a panic attack. “Deep breaths,” he said. “Deep breaths. You don’t have to say anymore.” He placed the hand that Julien claimed on the small of his back, as that was all the position would allow, and saw as he instantly relaxed.

“Rico took care of them. And then we came home.” Julien said, with a level of severity and seriousness never seen on the man. Julien opened the door to reveal Rico sitting on Julien’s bed, covered in various bruises and scratches and blood. Far too many to go unnoticed.

“Fists can only do so much against glass and knives and guns.” Julien murmured, he looked rather guilty at the thought that this was all his fault. A feeling Kowalski wasn’t even aware the foolish prince knew. A feeling welled up inside of Kowalski as he wished to hold and comfort the man he saw before him at this unexpected reveal of depth. He always thought of Julien as far too annoying and horny to deal with, but…Maybe he did contain some level of multitude within him. Maybe there was something more there to see. This fascinated him.

Of course, this reverie would not last long.

“Are you trying to sew your wounds closed with dental floss?”

“It’s, uh, c-c-cleaner than the th-thread I k-keep in my p-pocket.” Rico shrugged, then winced.

Kowalski sighed, and made his way towards the bed. He popped open the first aid kit, and delicately took the arm Rico was hastily trying to stitch up on his own. The wound looked rather deep, like if the knife had been at a different angle, he’d be in a rather different place right now. However, he was here.

“Your stitches are so sloppy…”

“Y-Yeah, well, y-you try sewing in a t-taxi cab s-sometime.”

“I’m probably going to have to pull them out. You’re rather lucky that your other injuries aren’t very serious.” Kowalski looked up, seeing Julien nibbling his lip in the corner, looking almost as bad as Rico, emotionally.  

“Julien?” He perked his head up at the sound of his own name. “Could you get me an ice pack if you would? He’ll need it for his black eye.” Julien nodded, walking out of the room at a relatively fast speed, leaving the two alone.

“I’ll probably sew the new stitches in first, then we can loosen your floss stitches so we don’t have to worry about the wound being reopened…” Kowalski muttered, not to anybody in particular, but Rico was there for it.

“Ar-are you going to t-tell Skipper?”

“Julien already asked.”

“And?”

“I don’t see why I would.” Kowalski shrugged, taking out some anti-septic wipes to dress his other wounds. “You were just doing your job.”

“W-What?”

“Julien told me. You defended him against some guys in a club? It seemed rather…Chivalrous of you.” Kowalski choked.

“Ch-Chivalrous, huh?”

“Don’t get any ideas.” Kowalski said, trying to stop something before it started. “I just wish you two were more careful.”

“Awww, y-you c-care about us.” Rico smirked, leaning in for effect. Kowalski could feel the room getting rather hot, and not just because he wore a sweater all the time. Kowalski decided to take the bait this one time, just to throw him off his game.

“Yeah, I do. I care about all of you, a lot. It’s just that the others aren’t actively throwing themselves into danger at a moment’s notice. The others aren’t trying to steal aspirin trucks or get on Skipper’s bad side. You are.”

Kowalski took the moment to straighten his posture on the bed, and tug on a bandage for harder than he necessarily needed to do.

“You don’t value your own life enough for you to be doing all you do. Is it too much to ask for a little self preservation from you?”

Rico was speechless. It was…All rather strange, to have to listen to Kowalski talk like this. They weren’t what you would call the most open with their feelings, and considering the face Kowalski made before he launched into this tirade, he was just doing this to throw off his flirting. However, it worked, he sounded genuinely worried, and it legitimately made Rico feel…Bad. He felt bad for making Kowalski feel bad, because Kowalski was always…There. Not like, on his side all the time, but there. He was present. Comforting isn’t how he would describe his presence, but he found comfort within it. If he wasn’t there, things would just feel off and bad. Rico couldn’t help but wonder if that’s how Kowalski thought of things.

“S-sorry.”

Kowalski sighed. He sounded tired. Julien knocked quietly on the door as he rushed to hand Kowalski the freezing cold ice pack for Rico’s shiner. He thanked him kindly, and with that, he was finally able to move on to the process of actually stitching up Rico’s wound, as all other trivialities that drew Kowalski’s eyes were addressed. It was a rather calming process actually, as Julien sat beside Rico as Kowalski did his work, quietly watching.

When he finished his labor, he received a fist-bump from Rico, and a hug from Julien.

“I thank you a million times over!”

Kowalski hesitantly patted Julien’s back. “Yes, yes. Of course. Just remember that I’ll need to remove the stitches in the next two weeks and-“

Julien sobbed a little into his chest, and Kowalski leaned more into the hug as he held him tight and let go soon afterwards.

“Hey, everything’s going to be alright. You can remove most of the bandages in two hours, and if Skipper asks, Rico got in a fight with the feral cats in the alley again.”

“Those g-guys are j-jerks.” Rico muttered, and that was when he realized how long he was holding his boyfriend, while he was crying about his boyfriend.

“You’re two of a kind.” Kowalski smiled, which made Julien smile as he turned back to his boyfriend to make fun of his little pout. Kowalski’s smile grew somber, as for a moment, he realized that he’d thought that…Maybe, he was allowed “this,” whatever “this” may be, but the last thing he’d want to do is spoil their fun, and that was the last thing he was considered.

He packed up his first aid kit again as Julien peppered Rico’s face with kisses, and made his way for the door.

“Hey ‘walski. D-Don’t burn that m-midnight oil, huh?” Rico remarked, winking. Julien stopped his onslaught of affection to catch Kowalski running out of the room, cheeks burning, and his boyfriend’s own smug, slightly soft reaction.

“So, what did you guys talk about while I was gone?”

“K-Kowalski said that he l-loved us.” Rico replied, batting his eyelashes and leaning in close to Julien before he got hit in the face with a pillow, knocking him to the floor.”

“He did not!” Julien laughed.

“He d-did!”

“Not!”

“Did!”

“Not! I don’t believe it!” He smiled, not in a cruel way, but something that said that he was also a little soft for the strangely uptight man.

“Hmmm.” Rico hummed, quizzically. “I g-guess you’ll h-have to wait and s-see.”

“And I guess you will too.”

(This was supposed to be your typical fanfic set-up of one character patching the other’s wounds, all the while scolding the other for their wrecklessness. I’m a sucker for that. I would’ve done it as Skipper/Private if I could figure out who was going to be who, but this was also a lot of fun!! I can’t believe I haven’t written for these guys yet. I hope you enjoy!)

[queenharumiura]

B, E, L, P, H, A, G, O, R

Taken from meme: [x] ||Accepting|| ((I see what you did there and it’s beautiful. A++ ))

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

In regards to KHR, it’s hard to find any ship that I didn’t consider, because there was a time when I went crazy thinking of all sorts of ships (boy/boy, boy/girl, girl/girl. Don't test me). Still, there is an answer because this ship started it all. Hibari x Haru lol. At the time they were my favorite female and male character in KHR. My friend joked and said, “If you love them both so much, just ship them together.” History was made that day. Coincidentally I’ve cosplayed both. I will never show them off because they aren’t good lol. That started my descent down: This is fun, let’s ship almost anything I can find. Ships didn't necessarily have to be romantic either. I love exploring friendships and also just sibling dynamics as well. Haru adopting people? Yes please. 

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

I feel like I’m a troll in general, so I have added something cracky to any fandom that I’m in. Two things I can think of atop my head are ‘you reblogged a dare meme and you dare think I won’t ask Mukuro/Hibari/Alaude/Daemon to wear cat ears? HA!!!! YOU THOUGHT!!’. Another would be that I like puns, so if I see my chance to pun in a meme, I will. I always ask first before I send, however. It usually results in silliness, as you could imagine and Haru running away in fear.

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves. (Characters you’re neutral about are fair game, as are characters you merely dislike. Characters that you absolutely loathe with the fire of ten thousand suns are exempt, as there is no point in giving yourself an aneurysm over a character that you hate.)

I guess I’m neutral about Dr.Shamal so he should count? Mn...despite the way he is with women and the way he refuses to treat male patients, he’s a smart guy and talented at what he does. He was also utilized well in putting Gokudera’s character into perspective more. Additionally, he is a good example of, ‘Haru will punch you out if you cross the boundaries,’ and I appreciate him for that. His sacrifice wasn’t in vain. Never forget how he is the reason why Mukuro was able to use Sakura blossoms against Hibari in the first place. This man--- the damage he has caused.

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).

I’m assuming this is asking for me to create an AU for Haru as she’s placed in a different fandom. If that’s correct, I am going to casually pretend that I don’t know the difference between a fandom and a genre by going: “I’ve been reading way too many isekai recently and I think it would be funny to consider Haru getting sent to an otome or something and her being a super sassy and head strong FL. Watch her instantly try to change her identity or run away from bad male leads with all her might. I would live for this, thank you. Haru is also smart and adapts well, so she’d be able to adapt to whatever world setting she’s put in and she doesn’t hate studying, so she’d be able to pick up on the intricacies of her new world. Mainly, I just want a FL who will actually smack the life out of a ML if he’s being a POS. I NEED THIS. It’s emotional healing.

H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., TV shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)?

I really like sourcing things in novels or manga/manhwa/manhua a lot. Animated sources are good too, but it’s much quicker for me to go through something that’s written, so I tend to prefer those now days. Anything that’s easier for me to binge is A+.

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

I’m answering strictly based off this blog in it’s current state, else you’ll be here forever. If I talk about ships in KHR in general, you’ll actually be here forever. No @ tags bc I’m feeling shy today. I personally love the dynamic between Gokudera and Haru (platonic or romantic). I’ve historically liked BelHaru, and it looks like it may become a thing in RPC as well. Haru is warily staring from a comfortable distance atm. Haru has a friendly relationship with a Byakuran at the moment. They’re baking a cake! She is generally very friendly with any Tsuna I encounter.

Ravein/Pino… yeah, I self-thread sometimes. Haru has a sibling kinda dynamic with Ravein which is really just a friendship dynamic. It’s the same with Pino. Mizumachi and Haru are both energetic, hyper buddies. Hibari—I aim for just a casual lowkey friendship kinda dynamic. Shame in self-threading? Never heard of her.

The best way to describe her relationship with Zelman in a ‘Black Blood Brothers’ au is ‘hey I just moved into the territory you lord. Hello!’ I think this would go down a friendship route and I’m so for it. Kajika from ‘Hanasakeru Seishonen’ has a friendship with Haru and they just get along swimmingly well. I think the mun for Rentaro ‘Black Bullet’ returned, so I think he can count. Haru has a friendship with him and they’re cooking buddies! They joined a cooking association together!

Haru also has friendships with Emi (KHR oc), and Luca (KHR oc), both of which are in the Varia!au setting that I have for Haru. Emi in particular, Haru has decided to adopt her as a little sis and will pummel anyone who bullies her. Luca--- sometimes in conjunction with Ravein (my OC) drive Haru insane. It’s a trio of dumb, dumbest, and ‘hey I’m the dumbest!’.

The ‘ships’ that I have with Haru are usually always friendship and ‘hey I’m arbitrarily adopting you’ and I love it.

G - Have you ever had an OTP? If so, do you remember your first one? Who was in it?

Eh--- in RPC, my very first one... I believe, was GokuHaru. I currently have a GokuHaru (A different blog) in an AU for a TYL setting. I think I got very close to HibaHaru before, which is, a guilty pleasure ship of mine. Haru is treading into BelHaru territory right now in RPC and that is also, a guilty pleasure ship of mine. In the distant past there was also a TsuHaru (I know, I know, shocking) which was a reincarnated lovers Yakuza AU. That was a fun one. Also in the distant past, there was an AU for a MukuHaru as well. Le kek. I am a multi-ship blog and all ships have existed in different worlds/universes, therefore they all quality as an OTP in their own specific verse. I cheated, yes.

Pro-tip: I may warily stare from afar if shipping is a topic, but the moment you suggest an AU SHIP? I’m down. To further explain, these AU ships have always taken place in a very different timeline/world than what we know in KHR. So therefore I can feel all the freedom to do as I please and figure out characterizations based off what I need.  

PS. in regard to KHR in general, my first OTP was GokuHaru and GokuYama. Le kek.

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

I took my library of songs and randomized. I got: ‘Get Off My Back’ by Bryan Adams and Eliot Kennedy. So, by the vibe of the music, the first things that come to mind are either GokuHaru or BelHaru, I’m not going to lie. Now… who is saying these words, I’ll leave it to the imagination. I really like this song, but I really like the cover by Jonathan Young.

R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?

Oh—that’s hard. Friendship dynamics are so fun! I really like Ryohei and Hibari’s dynamic together which could be depicted as friendship. The friendship between a lot of the guardians is just //chef kiss. However, the TRUE SHOW STOPPER in my heart is the friendship between the girls. I really love how all the girls build each other up and always support each other. I love it so much. Especially when the girls are there for Chrome, I CRY. When they support Yuni, I CRY. When I think about how big sis Bianchi looks after the girls and teaches them things- I CRY. I just cry. I love all the friendships in KHR, but the ones the girls share with each other wins in my book. I don’t take criticisms.

[spiderman-homecomeme]

day seven - pull-out p.2

ONLY ONE BED

A/N: Well, here we are friends. It’s time to say goodbye to spideychelle week. But really, when you think about it, isn’t the real spideychelle week the friends we made a long the way?

Okay, but for real, this has been so fun!! Both writing and seeing all the creations made by our talented fandom! Thank you again @spideychelleweek​ for putting this together <3 Till next year

There’s stuff in this fic that’s pretty new for me, as I’ve never written explicit smut before, and it’s something I’ve been thinking about trying for a while. So, I figured Spideychelle Week would be the best time! 

Without further procrastination on my part: enjoy some 6.3k of cow facts that will impress your friends, Peter being a mess, MJ being a mess, everyone’s a mess, smut, and ONLY. ONE. BED. 

Read here on AO3

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“Hey, uh, MJ.”

Peter’s voice is hushed as he gently nudges her. 

She mumbles and stirs, blinking sleepily at him as she returns to a vague form of something akin to consciousness. 

“MJ.” His hand brushes her arm once more, leaving a certain warmth that she can’t quite place. “We’re here.” 

Sure enough, there’s a faint glow coming from the porch light ahead, though it’s entirely too bright for one o’clock in the morning. MJ sits up in her seat, yawning as she stretches her arms out in front of her. Her eyelids droop for another moment as she goes to unbuckle her seat belt, and she can just barely hear the opening of the driver’s side door as Peter climbs out of the old Volvo. 

“You don’t need me to carry you in do you?” Peter’s gently teasing voice cuts through her sleep-raddled mind.

Apparently he’s done being a weirdo. 

The thought of being held against her best friend’s chest flashes through her mind, fleeting, but it’s there alright. She shakes it away almost as quickly as it appears. She cracks an eye open, quirking an unimpressed brow at him as he leans against the door frame with a stupid little smirk on his face. 

“Fuck off,” she groans.

Something in the way he shakes his head with a snort of a nervous-sounding laugh causes her stomach to flip, filling with butterflies. 

Again, she simply brushes it off. 

But then, watching him pop open the trunk, his shirt riding up a little as he lifts the lid, she wonders if he’s thinking about the way their hands touched in the car as much as she is. It was a soft touch, warm, and in a way, inexplicably familiar. Though, as much as it made her heart seize, Michelle’s not sure why she didn’t just pull her hand away. 

Then again, Peter didn’t pull away either. 

It’s dangerous territory, this kind of thinking. “Do you think there’ll be any cows on the beach?” She asks through a yawn, a teasing lilt to her tone. 

Peter barely glances back at her, scoffing. “Shut up.”

A smirk pulls at her lips.

They grab their things from the car, MJ feeling as though she’s moving through quicksand as she gathers her bearings, trying to get a feel for her “land legs” after sitting for so long. The walk to the front porch feels like a half-marathon, and it feels even longer as Peter struggles to remember the door code to get in. 

Finally, after a nearly eight hour drive after class, they step inside the small beach cottage. 

The house is silent and dark, the only light coming from a lamp in the kitchenette. Ned and Betty must have gone to sleep hours ago, there being practically no sign of life in the house except for the few dishes in the sink. There’s a note on the counter, from Betty giving them instructions for the wifi, the tv, and of course, how to work the shower. 

MJ can feel herself once again falling closer and closer into the welcome embrace of sleep. She doesn’t waste any more time, nearly pushing past Peter as she heads for the open door to their bedroom. She can hear him laugh behind her, and she bites back her own smile when he calls out a soft, good-humored, “hey!” 

But as they both step into the room, they’re met with a rather strange surprise. 

When Betty had told them about this house, she had sworn up and down that there was room for four people to sleep. Two bedrooms, three beds. One for her and Ned, two for Peter and MJ. It was simple. 

Here, however, in this dark, moonlit room at one in the morning, there’s only one, full-sized bed. 

One bed, and a single, dark leather loveseat. 

The silence that falls between them almost crushes their shoulders under its weight. MJ can practically hear the collective overthinking they’re about to do. 

“You can take the bed—” They both say simultaneously.

Peter immediately cuts in. “Uh, you—you should take it,” he insists, his lips stretching into a sheepish grin as he scratches the back of his neck. 

“No, it’s fine,” MJ replies, setting her backpack down next onto the leather sofa, flinching at the way the fabric squeaks under the weight of her things. “I can take the couch. You take the bed.” 

“No, no,” Peter repeats back to her. “Seriously, I’m cool with it. Plus,” He continues, putting his own bag down next to hers and ignoring how the squeaky leather groans again. “Being Spider-Man, I’ve gotten pretty used to sleeping literally anywhere. Just one of my many talents,” he cracks a joke, his almost timid grin wreaking havoc on her insides. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve woken up on the side of a building.”

She quirks a doubting brow in his direction, though the corner of her lips twitch upward. 

“For real,” Peter pushes. “I’m cool with it. The super-speedy healing will help with the lumpy couch.”

Her lips purse as she lets out a quiet hum. She’s quiet for a moment, her brows pinching together. “It does make sense,” she finally nods. 

Peter smiles. 

“I mean, you are the short one,” she teases. 

“Hey!” He fights to get rid of his smile as he shoves her playfully. “Only by, like, two-inches.” 

Their shared laughter dies for a moment, and they’re left alone in the quiet, dim room. 

MJ wants to roll her eyes, even though she’s beginning to feel that same, creeping awkwardness from earlier. “Why—” She clears her throat, telling herself that it’s only so she can get the tired scratchiness out of her voice. “Why don’t we just both take it? We’re adults. And friends. We can share. Besides,” she pauses, her eyes drifting to the bed in question, a strange yet not entirely unwelcome heat rising to her cheeks. “It’s not a queen, but we could both fit.”

“No,” Peter spits out, perhaps a little too quickly. A faint blush falls across his face, and he coughs again, rocking back on his heels. He huffs out a breathy laugh. “No… You—You really don’t wanna share a bed… with… with me. I—” He chuckles. “I’m a huge—HUGE—blanket hog. And, like… I always try to cuddle whoever’s in bed with me—not that�� I’m ever in bed with a lot of people… or I mean—random people. Just—”

Throughout his rambling, Michelle starts to really feel that now annoying, almost tingling warmth even more, the same one she’s been feeling since this damn trip started. She shifts on her feet, trying not to think about what it might feel like to have Peter’s body pressed up against her, snuggling up to get warm, in that very bed. 

It alarms her just how quickly she thinks that, yes, she would really like that. Very much.

“—I guess I get cold at night? I don’t know, every trip for decathlon in high school, Ned would always complain if he had to share a bed with me at one of the hotels.” 

His quiet laughter fills the room around them, and MJ can’t help but notice the correlation between that sound and the speed at which those stupid stomach-butterflies’ wings flap. 

“—I honestly don’t know where I get it? I mean, I slept with a teddy bear until I was thirt—”

“—Okay, fine!” MJ sets him free from his rambling, a tired laugh hiding under her words. “You take the couch. I’ll take the bed.”

Peter nods, lips pressing together into a thin, yet slightly triumphant smile as he goes to move the bags off of the loveseat. 

After a beat, he speaks again, chuckling quietly. “We made that a lot harder than it needed to be.”

MJ can’t help but let out a snort. “Yeah, probably.”

“Well, uh—” He coughs to hide the jittery waver of his voice. “I guess I’ll get the couch ready.”

“Sounds—sounds good,” Michelle exhales a sharp breath through her nose, a twitch of a grin appearing on her lips. She lamely throws a thumb over her shoulder. “I’ll—I’ll just go get ready for bed. In the bathroom. Yeah,” she adds, toying with the loose threads at the hem of her t-shirt. 

He looks up from his bag, brows raised, eyes dopey and sleepy. “Oh, cool. Okay. I’ll—” He clears his throat again. “I’ll use it after you.”

“Cool,” she mutters without another glance, looking down at her feet as she grabs her toiletry bag and a new t-shirt and sleep shorts, before practically sprinting out of the room and into the hall. She doesn’t stop until she gets to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her and leaning against it. Relief is the one thing she can feel in that instance, yet her breath is still stuck in her throat. Closing her eyes, she runs her hands over her weary, yet tingling face. 

God, what was wrong with her?

The icy floor of the bathroom tile does nothing to cool the warmth radiating from her head to her toes. With another quick, sharp exhale she moves to the sink, splashing her face with cold water. She looks up after a beat, staring—borderline, glaring—at herself in the mirror. 

Get it together, MJ, she thinks to herself, mouth setting in determination.

One weird road trip, one single hand touch in the car, one glimpse of abs, one bed, and one over active imagination; the key ingredients to begin the process of breaking Michelle Jones. 

But she won’t let that happen. No, she absolutely will not. Sure, Peter’s probably one of the best people she’s ever known, and sure, he’s funny—sometimes, mostly on accident—and sure, he’s got the body of an olympic gymnast, and she can’t get the image out of her mind that olympian bod wrapped around her in bed, but none of that means anything. Anything at all. 

None of it’s relevant to how she feels right now. And none of that changes anything about how this night—this trip—is going to go. 

Yes, maybe she’s had this stupid crush on her stupid best friend for some stupid amount of time. 

But again. 

It’s not relevant here. 

She’s just had a weird day. That’s it. She’s tired. She needs to sleep. 

Forcing any and all thoughts concerning the boy in the next room, she starts her nightly routine; brushing her teeth, washing and moisturizing her face, the basics, not rushing anything. She takes her time changing her clothes, perhaps a little longer than normal. But again, she tells herself it’s only because she’s tired—not at all that she’s avoiding going back to the room where Peter is. When she runs out of things to do to procrastinate going back, she brings herself to the mirror again, staring at herself with almost disappointment. 

But then, she steels herself. She didn’t need to be freaking out right now. Peter’s just a person. He’s just her best friend. They’ve had plenty of sleepovers before, and this is no different. And besides, they’re sleeping in two separate places, so really, all of this inner turmoil is pointless. Nothing’s going to happen.

And really, why should she be freaking out about the guy who read her cow facts for a solid thirty minutes of their trip?

With a solid, resolute nod, lips pressed tightly together, she exits the bathroom and goes back down the hall, opening their bedroom door without a second thought. 

Big mistake.

Big BIG mistake.

She really should have waited maybe five more seconds, because when the door swings open, Peter’s standing there in just his boxers, his head caught in his t-shirt as he pulls it on, chest and abs just out and ready to go. 

Big mistake—that absolutely doesn’t mean anything. 

It suddenly becomes very confusing to MJ why the Brant’s would have the thermostat set at eighty degrees. 

Michelle decides that there’s a very interesting spot on the wall just above his head. 

Peter pulls the shirt the rest of the way on, his eyes widening when he sees his friend just standing there. “Oh, uh, hey.” A not-cute-at-all unforgiving blush rises to his cheeks, spreading to the very tips of his ears. 

They both huff out an awkward laugh.

“Uh—” Michelle finally meets his gaze, finding it damn near impossible to go back to her spot on the wall now. “Bathroom’s—bathroom’s open.”

The chuckle that comes out of him is breathy. “Cool. I’ll just—go use it, then.”

“Yeah.”

She waits until the door closes behind him to smack herself on the forehead. Groaning, she flops herself on the bed, covering her face again. 

These feelings have always been here, she knows that, she’s not dumb; but they’ve never been this intense and the way he’s been acting all day and in the past fifteen minutes hasn’t been much help at all. She wonders if he’s been so strange because he’s feeling those things, too. She’s seen that guy hopelessly in love, and it’s always looked kind of like what he’s doing tonight, but…

This feels like a whole new level of loser.

Truly, she has no idea how she’s going to get through the night. 

But maybe—

No. 

No. She’s not going to think about this any more. She’s going to go to bed before he gets back. That way, she doesn’t have to talk to him or see him. She’ll sleep, and then they can just hang out tomorrow. With Ned and Betty. Not alone. 

As long as their not alone, she’ll be fine. 

She gets up to shut the overhead light off before turning the bedside lamp on, passing a brief glance to the loveseat turned bed across from her. Shaking her head, she pulls back the blankets and settles into her own bed.

When Peter returns, the room is dim, Michelle scrolling mindlessly on her phone. She wonders if she appears a little too casual for comfort, but she shakes that thought away as the door clicks shut behind him. 

Peter’s silent as he settles into the couch, the leather groaning and squealing loudly under his movement. The noise cuts through the air, causing them both to freeze for a moment. He grins sheepishly as he nestles further under his blanket, his face becoming only partly visible. 

Michelle doesn’t say anything as she turns to the bedside lamp and switches it off. 

The room becomes blanketed in dark, and it takes a moment for their eyes to adjust. The air feels heavy; soul-crushing, even. It’s deathly quiet, and Michelle’s almost a hundred percent positive that Peter can hear her breathing and the way her heart’s beating like an out-of-time snare drum. 

She closes her eyes, willing her mind and body to return to that feeling in the car, before she started having this weird, sudden existential crisis. And to some degree, it starts to work. She counts, starting at one, hoping that having her mind focus on something other than the current situation might help. Her mind starts to drift, her counting switching to random, sleep-induced thoughts, and her body starts to feel heavy, sinking further into the fluffy mattress—

EER-ER-EEEP

But she’s startled, yanked back to reality by the loud squeaking of Peter tossing and turning on the loveseat.

Once again, the deafening silence returns, but Michelle doesn’t say anything, annoyed, but still electing to just ignore it. All he’s doing is getting comfortable. No reason to attack him for that. 

It’s quiet again, and for the second time, she closes her eyes, taking in a deep breath. Minutes go by, and she’s finding it harder and harder to get that feeling back. The counting from one doesn’t work this time, her brain immediately crossing to the Peter lane that’s always there. The thoughts and feelings from earlier in the day and in the bathroom flood right back—especially seeing him mid-putting-a-shirt-on—and it suddenly becomes too hot to be under so many blankets.

Trying not to let even the tiniest bit of frustration show, she flips onto her back, staring up at the ceiling, subtly scooting a little closer to the wall to be as far away from her problem as possible. Drawing in a long, deep breath, she closes her eyes again. 

It’s quiet again, the silence that fills the room bringing the mood back to what might be serene if she weren’t so stressed out. She focuses on her breathing, on slowing her heart beat to a semi-normal rate, pushing any and all thoughts about Peter Parker out of her head—

EP-EEEEER-EP

EEER-EEP

Peter groans from his place on the couch as he turns on his side, cutting the silence of the room with his restlessness. 

There’s a moment where she thinks that he’s finished, that he’s finally settled.

ER-EP

And instantly, the moment is gone.

“Peter,” she almost hisses. 

“Sorry!” Peter whispers back. “I can’t—ugh… get comfortable. It’s like there’s a giant metal rod just… Stuck right in my back.”

She doesn’t say anything in return, sighing as she turns over on her side, facing away from him. If anything, as annoyed at his noisy fidgeting as she is, she can see the silver lining—being angry at him is a nice distraction from whatever the hell the other feeling is—illness, pining, lust, she doesn’t know. At least now she can just focus on how much of a pain in the ass he’s being. 

She does feel sorry for him, of course. The couch hadn’t looked all that comfortable when they walked in, and a loveseat isn’t a good option for anyone, no matter how tall or super-powered they are. It would have been much easier for them both if he had agreed to just share with her. It’s not like it’s that big of a deal. 

(It is.)

It’s not like all she’d be able to think about would be his hand next to hers, the warmth of his body lulling her into a homey comfort. 

Nothing like that at all. 

Feelings for her best friend aside, she’d be more than able to share a full-sized bed—that’s really meant for only one person—with him. But then, she thinks about how much—how quickly, he’d rejected the idea, and then she deflates. He’d been so defensive, so insistent. So—

EEEEEEEE-EEEP

Michelle can hear him suck in a breath, bracing himself. 

“Oh, my GOD.” She whisper-shouts into the pitch black room, grabbing her pillow and pushing her face into it. 

“I’m sorry!” Peter matches her tone, sitting up before throwing himself back against the cushions.

No. She will not listen to this all night. She’s had enough. 

If’s she going to get any sleep at all—

Peter sits up again, listening as MJ starts rustling around on the bed. “What—What are you doing?” He asks carefully. 

“Scooting over.” She snaps.

“What? Why?”

“Just get in the bed, Parker.”

“Wha—what?” Even in the dark of the room, Michelle can practically see the blush fall over his entire face. 

She scoots closer to the wall, huffing indignantly. “Because I don’t wanna have to listen to that all night. I’d like to sleep at some point, if that’s okay with you.”

It takes a moment for Peter to respond, and at first, Michelle thinks—worries—that she’s taken a step too, far.

But then, the couch squeaks again as Peter stands hesitantly. 

“...Are you—Are you sure?” He asks, his voice coming closer, her heart leaping into her throat. 

Despite the rush of blood roaring in her ears, she holds her ground. “God, yes! Just get over here already,” she whispers again, opening the blanket for him to get in. 

She can hear the hesitation in his silence, but she’s surprised when the bed dips beside her. His hand brushes her arm as he crawls under the blanket and settles into the mattress. When he settles in, he keeps a respectable distance, clinging as close to the side as possible. It’s certainly a tight fit, even with both of them as close to their respective ends of the bed as they can possibly get, and although he’s almost falling off the edge, she can still feel the his warmth.

And then, they both lie there for what seems like hours, each holding their breath, neither one daring to speak, neither one truly settled.

Michelle tries moving, turning away from him, though it doesn’t help much. He’s still too close; she can still feel him right next to her. 

It’s not fair, she thinks. It’s really not.

Though she’s not all that surprised; she shouldn’t be. This is exactly what the both of them had been avoiding. 

Michelle shifts again before sighing in defeat. 

“What’s wrong?” Peter asks as he turns on his side, his quiet, soft, sleepy voice so incredibly close. She shivers. 

“Can’t sleep,” she says, nestling further into her pillow. 

On instinct, she turns back around to face him. 

Perhaps a mistake. 

His face is mere inches from hers, her breath catching in her throat. If the lights were on, she’s sure she could count every freckle on his nose. He quickly pulls back to give her another centimeter of space. “Sorry,” he whispers, the sheepish grin on his face audible. 

“It’s fine,” She breathes out, albeit a bit shakily, as she rolls over onto her back again. 

Her hand falls to the middle of the bed, but she yanks it back when her pinky brushes his. “Sorry,” she says, huffing out a laugh at herself. 

Peter rolls onto his stomach, his face turning to her as he rests his head on his pillow. “You’re good,” he mumbles groggily, his eyelids drooping with every passing second. “This is so much comfier.” 

She smiles, a warm fluttering in her stomach as she looks over at him. His breathing deepens slowly, and soon, she can tell that he’s fast asleep. 

He could fall asleep anywhere, he said. 

Anywhere except for a loveseat. 

Sleep doesn’t seem to want to come as easily to Michelle. She still tosses and turns, feeling herself drifting in and out of the first stage, never fully asleep and never fully awake, staying in that torturous limbo in between for what feels like a whole-ass eternity. 

When a solid-ish form of rest finally comes, it’s gone before she has a chance to realize. She opens her eyes again, seeing the hint of the beginning of morning light through the single window in their room. Craning her neck up from her pillow she looks over Peter’s sleeping form and at the alarm clock on the bedside table. 

4:48 AM. 

She falls back against her pillow with a frustrated huff. 

“You okay?”

If she weren’t so sleep deprived, Peter’s soft voice so suddenly awake and beside her would have made her jump. Instead, she passes him a fleeting glance before rubbing her one of her eyes with a knuckle. 

“Can’t sleep,” she says again, just as she had earlier. 

Peter rolls on his side to face her fully, his arm tucked under his pillow, his lips pressed into a thoughtful line. “Do you want more cow facts?”

Her laugh cracks, voice worn from a lack of sleep. “No. No. I’m good. Thanks, though.”

“I’m gonna get you more cow facts.”

“Peter—”

But he’s already reaching for his phone on the table, turning back to face her after typing into his google search. His face glows blue from the light, and she can’t help the way her lips tug upward at his look of fierce concentration. 

“Okay, you can pick—”

She stares up at the ceiling. 

“—27 Amazing Cow Facts That Will Impress Your Friends, or—get ready for this—”

She will not look at him. 

“Are you ready?” He doesn’t wait. “10 ‘Udderly’ Fascinating Facts About Cows.”

“Peter—” She warns, her grin hiding nothing, as she turns on her side to face him. 

“Pick!” He insists, his quiet voice full of mischief and excitement. “You gotta.”

Her eyes narrow. “Neither.”

“Okay, we’re going punny,” He decides for her. “Did you know that cows cause more deaths than sharks per year? Crazy right? Where’s Cow Week then, huh?” He scrolls further upon earning no response besides a deadpan stare. “You ever wondered why Cows moo? Well, these moos are the pick-up lines of the cattle world. Bulls and cows let each other know that they are ready to, in the words of a bovine Marvin Gaye, get it on.”

“I hate you.”

“Cows can see three-hundred-sixty degrees. Kinda like chameleons—HEY!”

Before he can even finish the fun fact, her hand shoots out to yank his phone out of his hands. His reflexes are much fast, and he holds it away over the edge of the bed.

“No more cow facts!” MJ hisses as she reaches over him, her arm laying across his chest, in an attempt to snatch his phone and throw it across the room. “No more!”

Peter lets out a breathy laugh, and it’s then, when he just drops his phone, that she realizes how close their faces are; his nose just barely brushing hers, his breath fanning her face. They stay like that a moment, her hand unconsciously smoothing over the fabric of his t-shirt, unable to tear her gaze from his.

Almost instantly she pulls back, muttering out a sorry. 

But she doesn’t fully move away, and neither does he. 

There’s a moment, one where it all just suddenly clicks—where it all falls neatly into place, like that last, perfect piece in Tetris—and it’s when she finally lets herself look right at him; when she sees that tiny, shy smirk on his face; when she sees that unspoken tint to his eyes as he looks at her.

“Do you, uh—” He swallows. “Wanna hear another one?” 

There’s nothing she can do to stop herself from smiling a soft smile.

“No.”

Against any of her better judgement, she leans in.

The first brush of her lips against his is barely there. It’s unbelievably soft, almost as if she’s dreaming. Peter startles at the touch, and she pulls back. He stares at her, mouth parted as he looks at her, speechless. A nervous laugh bubbles up out of him as he tentatively brings a hand to brush her wild curls behind her ear, staying there. 

“You kissed me?” He asks dumbly.

She nods, mentally reminding herself to breath. 

And that’s all it takes.

A split-second later, he’s crashing his lips against hers, sighing in relief at the contact, his hand moving to cup her jaw. And it’s a feeling that’s everything to her. For something that’s been so hyped up in her mind for so long, she feels delighted shock in finding that the feel of his mouth moving with hers far exceeds any of her previous expectations. 

There’s a faint tremble to her hand as she cards it through his stupidly soft hair, gathering the strands, giving an unconscious, yet gentle tug. Peter groans, the sound sending a tidal wave of electricity through her. 

And truly, she thinks she could live in this moment for forever, cheesy as it sounds. 

His hand moves to her neck, bringing her even closer to him as tilts his head, deepening the kiss. With his free hand, he grips at her waist—her old t-shirt bunching as he pulls himself up to lean over her—before moving down to smooth circles into her exposed hip. 

A harsh, short breath escapes her as she grips onto his black shirt, her other hand slipping underneath it to smooth across his stomach. 

“I’ve thought about this for a long time,” Peter murmurs against her lips when he pulls back. “Like—a long time.” His laugh is breathy. 

Hers is, too. Almost moreso. “Yeah,” she grins. “Me, too.”

The way his smile stretches, reaching all the way up to his eyes just might kill her, she thinks for a split-second, and she comes to her own rescue by pulling his face back down to hers. 

She can feel his smile widen through the kiss as he rolls them over, her legs coming naturally to wrap around his waist as he lays on top of her. He squeezes her hip playfully, his hand ghosting  across the waistband of her shorts. At her sharp intake of breath, he retracts his hand quickly, as if he’s been burned, mumbling out a “Sorry” against her cheek as he moves to press kisses along the column of her throat. 

Michelle feels herself laugh breathily, still unable to bite back her smile. “It’s… It’s fine.” She takes his hand back to it’s place on her stomach, encouraging him to continue, her body screaming in celebration. 

But he pulls away, looking at her inquisitively, the hand she’d moved coming back to rest on her arm. “We don’t have to do anything—”

“—I know we don’t,” she cuts him off, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she grins up at him. “But I want to.”

Somehow, someway, his grin seems to get even bigger, and he tries twisting his mouth in an effort to hide it. “Me, too.”

Without another word, she pulls him back down, kissing him soundly, his hand still resting against the flat of her stomach. Again, he deepens the kiss, a hand reaching to cradle the back of her head as his lips mould perfectly against hers. His tongue shyly brushes against her lips, and she readily parts them. 

Her breathing grows ragged once more, and unconsciously, she rolls her hips upward, moaning softly into his mouth at the feeling of his hardness briefly pressing against her. He holds himself up with his free hand, muscles tensing as he bites back a groan. Her smile against his lips grows, and she does it again, earning the same reaction. 

He huffs out a nervous chuckle, his kissing growing gentler as his other hand comes once again to the waistband of her soft sleep shorts. Slowly, almost too slowly, his hand dips under her shorts, and he freezes again. 

Michelle’s ready to pull away and ask if he’s alright before he starts to just barely touch her.

Her hips jerk slightly, and she laughs quietly when he pulls away from her, looking down at her with curious concern before cupping her through her cotton boyshorts. One of his fingers traces a line down the middle of the soft fabric; it’s a faint touch, almost ghostly, but it’s more than enough to make her face burn hot. Almost experimentally, he presses down harder, his strokes smooth as he starts to rub slowly, the corner of his lip quirking upward at the tiny gasp that comes out of her. 

He matches the pace with their breathing, his movements slow and deliberate. Pulling her in for another quick, yet sound kiss, he removes his hand. Instinctively, she raises her hips, her own shaking hands moving to remove her sleep shorts. She pushes them off, though she struggles getting them past her thigh, Peter swooping in to move them down the rest of the way. 

“Teamwork,” he jokes lamely.

“Great—ah,” She responds, her voice catching when he returns his hand it’s earlier ministrations. “Great job.”

“Thanks,” he says with a small smirk. 

This time, his strokes are faster, and he adds just the tiniest bit of pressure. Michelle’s breathing gets heavier, less steady, and all she can do is close her eyes and focus on just how fucking good it feels. 

And also, how god damn frustrating it is that he’s still not actually touching her yet. 

She can feel Peter’s smug smile against her neck when she lets out the quietest whine and she almost speaks up, ready to tell him off—joking of course—until she feels his hand finally dip past the navy blue lace trim. 

Fuck.

His fingers hover above her silky skin before coming down slowly. They both let out shaky breaths as he touches her—finally touches her. His movement is still tentative as he goes to tease her entrance, collecting her wetness and swirling it over her clit, the slight tremor in his hand giving his nerves away. Unconsciously, her hand comes to rest on his, guiding him softly into a gentle rhythm. He murmurs something incoherent before capturing her lips into a tender kiss. 

He repeats his movements, dipping his finger further into her each time. 

“Oh—” A soft moan escapes her when he inserts a second finger, an uncontrollable grin pulling at his lips at the sound. 

His fingers pump and in out of her, curling, speeding up when he notices how her breathing matches, his eyes trailing down to her lips. Michelle can hear her heart thundering in her ears, her breathing growing ragged as he picks up his pace. 

But before she can feel herself getting closer to that point, Peter removes his fingers, sitting back on his heels as he rests between her knees. The whine that comes out of her at the loss of contact would almost be embarrassing if she wasn’t so annoyed. She glares up at him, though her gaze softens when he glances down briefly, then back up again, his eyes questioning and earnest. 

“Can—” He clears his throat. “Can I—?”

It takes her a moment to register what he’s asking, but then it hits her. 

Oh, fuck. 

“Yes!” She answers a little too quickly, disguising her excitement under a cough. “I mean—” she replies slowly, lowering her voice. “Yes.”

He grins easily at her, the expression making her heart seize. 

His smile fades as he leans down, his fingers tracing the lace trim of her boyshorts, pulling them down slowly, leaving them to hang off of her left leg. Before she can make any comment—perhaps one about how he half-asses everything, though perhaps, she thinks, it’s not the time for that—he dips his head down quickly, his lips meeting hers.

Michelle shudders, and her breathing hitches as he flattens his tongue before licking a long stripe up the length of her center, the fingers of his left hand digging into her thighs. Instinctively, her hands fly to his hair, wrapping themselves in the soft curls, smoothing them down as he sucks on her clit, tracing smooth circles with his tongue. He moves his free hand back up to her hips, curling two of his fingers into her once again. 

After a beat, she lays back, allowing herself to become lost in the feeling, letting Peter coax soft moans from her lips, unable to stop her body from tensing, her insides twisting in white hot pleasure. He quickens his pace, and she has to cover her mouth to stifle her moans. He glances up at her, a sight that’s almost too dizzying when she dares a quick glance in return. She feels that same heat pooling in her stomach again, a wavy smile tugging at her lips as she feels herself getting closer and closer. 

Her thighs twitch, tensing around Peter’s head, and for a moment, she worries that her hair pulling is a little rough—which doesn’t seem to be a problem, given the moans that Peter gives when she tugs and pulls, and frankly, it’s hard to focus on anything else with how she’s teetering back and forth on the edge. With another swipe of his tongue, Michelle gasps, bucking her hips upward, her fist in his hair holding him in just that right spot. 

The coil tightens, the heat burning, and with added pressure to her clit, she feels herself flutter and spasm around his fingers as she releases, back arching as he whimpers under her breath. Peter pulls back, his breathing as ragged as hers, wiping his mouth before crawling up to meet her. 

She doesn’t wait for him to ask before pulling him down, capturing his lips into a heated kiss, sighing as she tastes herself on him. 

For a moment, there’s nothing else said between them as Peter pulls away, laying on his side next to her, the only sound in the room being their labored breaths. 

“Go team,” he jokes. 

With a playful eye roll, still breathless, MJ goes to pull the blanket back over them after the AC kicks in again, sending a shiver through her. “Go team,” she says back. 

As soon as she’s back against the pillow, he moves in again, his hands moving to cup her face as he plants a soft kiss on her lips that makes her heart flutter. Her hand sneaks under the blanket as she tilts her head to deepen the kiss once more. The surprised grunt the comes out of Peter as she dips her hand under the waistband of his boxers, grabbing his dick, causes a faint, tired laugh to bubble up out of her. 

He kisses her back eagerly, laying them back against the pillows as he brings a hand to rest on her naked hip. 

It’s such a happy moment, Michelle thinks. Her heart feels as if it’s soaring in her chest, her cheeks warm and glowing. She likes this loser. So much. And she’s unbelievably glad that he feels the same. 

Peter groans, feeling her soft hand tighten around him. His strangled moan is cut off. “Oh, God—”

And, perhaps in what they’ll remember as the ultimate, literal cockblock of all time from a Certified Moment Killer, Ned Leeds, their dear, dear friend, barges into the room. 

“—Guys! Betty and I are gonna go watch the sunrise! Wanna—?”

He freezes, seeing his two best friends huddled together.

“—What’s going on guys? Why are you… in the same bed…?”

It’s in that moment that Michelle’s exceedingly glad she put the blanket back on so that they’re friend can remain blissfully unaware. 

It’s also in that moment that she promptly takes her hand off of Peter’s dick.

Peter and MJ exchange glances 

“...There was only one bed. And the couch sucked.”

Ned stares at them, his brows pinched together. He points a thumb at the loveseat in question, his expression seeming to state the obvious.

“You know that’s a pull-out couch right?”