#Don't mind me as I slowly catch up on things c':

[c0llisiion]

Pairing : jeon jungkook + f!reader

Genre : smut

★ : request <3 , drabble , public sex , unprotected sex , slight praise kink and degradation ig? — lmk if i missed any!

W/C : 713

A/N : IM BACK 🤣 tysm to anon for rq this!! sorry for being inactive again i js have been going through another block 💀💀💀 i also started working on a jk au sooooo ANYWAYSSSSS NJOYY!!!

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ This is strictly fiction. Any scenario or situation should not be taken seriously. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

Picnic dates have got to be the cutest date idea ever. Especially when the picnic is in an area where there are not many people—just you and your boyfriend—the nature, the food, the aura—everything that brings you solitude.

And that's why he had you push against a tree trunk. Your hands gripped onto the dry, flaky surface as Jungkook frantically pushed your little sundress up. “Jungkook- not right now- people could—" "You look so gorgeous in that little dress doll, I cannot resist.” He cut you off, fingers rubbing slow circles over your clothed cunt. Jungkook was a freak, and thank all the gods that he matched your freak too. He didn't care if people could catch you guys while you were doing the deed. It was thrilling for him. The possibility got him very excited, and you didn’t mind it either.

“Jungkoo-“ you were cut off again as his large hand wrapped around your mouth. You felt him push your panties to the side; the girth of his dick landed on your exposed ass with a soft thud. “Dont want anyone hearing you, right?” You whined against his mouth as his angry red tip prodded into your sopping hole. He fucked his tip into you so you could slowly adjust to his size. “Gonna have you dripping my cum. Fill you up so good, yeah? You like that, don't you? Show everyone who you belong to?” He said while pressing you closer to the trunk. Chest flush against the surface. His long cock started pushing itself into your tight pussy. Stretching you out perfectly. His other hand gripped your ass cheek, giving it a tight slap before fully pushing himself in. Your eyes roll back, and tears start swelling up.

He wasted no time in fucking you senseless. His pace was quick and hard. Skin slapping against each other, and your muffled moans echoed throughout the area. His right hand tugged the top of your sundress down, squeezing and pulling on your sensitive tits. Your hips bucked into his at the new feeling. You clenched around his length as he plunged into your pussy. “Shit doll, taking me in so well… You only know how to bounce on my cock, dont you?” He teased. Jungkook’s mouth was agape; soft, breathy moans escaped his wet lips. Gummy walls clenched around the girthy length, your cream collecting at the base of his cock.

You moaned into his mouth like a bitch in heat. Eyes swelled up, and mascara seeped down your face. “Such a needy thing, aren't you? So needy for me, huh?” His hand left your tits to play with your swollen clit. Your hot tears ran down your face and stained his hand. The overstimulation gets to you as he starts flicking and rubbing the sensitive nub. His dick pushing into you harsher and harsher.

Your legs started trembling as you were almost close. “Coming baby? Does my baby want to squirt all over my dick?” Jungkook leaned down and whispered lowly. You turned your head around and nodded incoherently, eyes filled with tears. Jungkook smirked at your reaction, “Anything for my good girl.” His pace reached an inhuman rate. Your eyes shot wide open as he drew rough circles over your nub. “Yeah? You like how that feels?” You nod through tears and cries. You cried out loudly into his hand as you came all over his cock.

Clear liquid gushed out of your sopping hole and ran down your thighs. Jungkook was chasing his own orgasm. His thrusts got sloppier and faster as he almost reached his high. Hearing the wet sounds of your fucked out pussy sucking him in was enough for him to shoot his load deep inside you with a loud groan. Your eyes rolled back as you felt him fill you up, excess cum seeping from the sides as he slowly pulled out his softening cock.

Jungkook detaches his hand from your mouth; a thick layer of your saliva coated his palm from your constant drooling, and he let out a soft chuckle as he saw the state of his palm. He pulled your panties back into place before patting them and leaning down to whisper in your ears, “Show everyone who you belong to, kay?” 

A/N : THANK YEWWW 4 READINGGGG! The idea for the rq popped up after i suddenly retrospected this one twt 🌽 vid i once saw 💀 ALSO DID YALL CATCH THE TINASHE REF 🤭🤭 life has been really hectic and I have so many fic ideas and inboxs 2 complete 😭 i might be slow in posting so be patient w me! Ilysm!! Tc <3

Masterlist!

[readychilledwine]

So I saw a post on Tumblr that read:

“Imagine getting fucked from behind in a broom closet of the house of wind by Rhysand, his fingers in your mouth and his breath against your ear whispering “quiet down pet, you don’t want Feyre to catch us huh?”

And I am so desperate for a fic inspired by this. 👀

I love Feysand so, so much, but the thought of this did something to me.

I love your work so I immediately came to you. If you write it, thank you!!! If not, thank you anyway bc I love all of your work!! Ok byeeeee

.......alright you got me....

Extramarital Escapes

Warnings - smut, affair, slightly dub/con, abuse of power on Rhysand's end

A/n - I don't normally enjoy the idea of an affair and cheating, but I turned this into something I can work with.

This was wrong.

So very wrong.

You gasped as Rhys hit that spot inside of you again, growling as you clenched around him.

This was not what you had in mind when he hired you to be their live-in nanny. It had started innocent enough. Rhys would seek out your company when Feyre would head into Velaris. There were short glances, a soft touch to reach around you at times. Those touches slowly became longer, though. They lingered on your waist, the sides of your thighs, your arms. You had thought you were imagining it until Feyre's first trip out of the Court with Nyx.

"Have a drink with me?" He had stopped you from sorting the heir's clothing, tilting your head up to look at him. "They say you aren't supposed to drink alone, Darling."

You had agreed, following him to the cigar room you knew even Feyre never entered. It was his sanctuary. His place to be alone. She had her studio. He had this.

That one drink turned into him getting closer to you on the couch, cornering you between him and it. He tipped the wine back further as you took a sip, trying to get you to relax with this dangerous look in his eyes.

You were pinned below him an hour later, drunk and begging him to fuck you harder, to let you cum. All while he smiled above you, eyes blown out in lust, saying over and over again that you felt exactly like he imagined.

You had told him the next morning it was a one-time thing, that it would never happen again, regardless of if you wanted it to happen. The High Lord simply smirked, undressing you with his eyes all over again. "We will see."

He cornered and took you anytime he wanted after that.

On his desk after Feyre would fall asleep.

On the table when she was out of the house and Nyx was down for a nap.

In your room during the dead of night when he decided his wife wouldn't satisfy his need to feel complete control and power over someone.

You had told him this morning that you were done. If he continued to touch you after this, you would tell Azriel, Cassian, or Feyre, believing one of them would protect you from him.

You loved Nyx and he was why you had put up with being Rhysand's whore for so long, but you needed it to end. You needed the guilt to stop eating you alive at night. You knew you were worth more, are worth more.

Rhysand had again smiled. "You love your job, don't you, y/n?" You nodded, eyes watering. "And in your contract, it is stated your job is to ensure the happiness of my family, correct?" You nodding again. "Then I suppose if you are not willing to fulfill that obligation, I should find a new nanny."

He knew he had you as you took a shaky breath, tears rolling down your face at the idea of never seeing his son again. "I'd hate to take him away from you. He loves you so much, and it is so very clear you love him."

"Rhys, please," you felt him pull you to him, slotting you between his legs as he sat on his desk. "I just can't keep being a mated males whore."

His face softened, hand moving to hold your chin. "You are not my whore. You are my escape. If you do not want that, if you do not want to be loved by me, then we have so few options."

You looked up and away from him. "I just want to take care of Nyx. Like I was hired to do."

"Then you do so on my conditions."

That was how you found yourself, chest pressed against the wall in an unused broom closet. The High Lord pounding you from behind, his fingers down your waiting throat to silence your cries.

You felt your eyes roll back, moaning loudly as you sucked those digits. His other hand was on your clit, circling the bundle of nerves in time with each heavy drag of his cock. "Shush," he growled in your ear. "Gotta be quiet, darling. You wouldn't want Feyre to catch us, would you?" He nipped your pointed ear, causing your walls to twitch around him. "Acting like you don't love my cock inside of you this morning, but now here we are. Sure, it feels like you love it when I'm inside of you. Don't you?"

You could only nod, eyes squeezing shut and moaning more as his hips met the plush skin of your ass over and over, driving into you again and again.

You could feel your orgasm building waiting for him to give the command to let go, and suddenly, he stopped. Pulling out of you and slapping your aching cunt. "This is your punishment for trying to end things with me," he whispered into your ear. "If you're a good girl the rest of the day, maybe I will let you cum tonight when she goes to Rita's with the girls."

He left you there, wet and aching for him in that broomcloset. You sunk down the wall, head falling to your knees.

A few hours later, you had finally gotten Nyx down for the night. You sighed, heading to Rhysand's office to let him know the heir was sleeping, that you would tend to him during the night since Feyre was gone, but two hushed voices had you stopping.

"You have to tell her," a feminine voice stated. "I don't want her to quit over this. Nyx loves her, Rhys."

"I know," Rhysand's voice was barely audible. "She tried today. I had to manipulate her into staying before I fucked her in the broom closet. You were supposed to catch us and join us."

You covered your mouth, hiding the gasp you made before standing silently. Feyre sighed on the other side of the door, "I got busy. Azriel had reports, and he was looking for you. I had to lie to him, Rhys. I don't want to keep lying to our family about her and what she is to us."

"Then let's replan it for next week. Since you are supposed to be out of the house. I wanted to give her the weekend off. I'm scared if I do now, she won't come back."

You walked away, having heard enough information, yet not enough all at the same time.

You could not tell if you were angry, excited, curious. You went to your room, closing and locking the door.

As you bathed, the side of you that hated games began to emerge, and you began a plan of your own. In that moment, you decided one thing, if Rhysand and Feyre wanted to play, you'd play too.

General tag list:

@hnyclover @glitterypirateduck @slytherinindisguise @mischiefmanager

Rhys tag list:

@tothestarsandwhateverend

💜 If you would like to be added to my general taglist, or a character specific one, let me know 💜

[authorhjk1]

Hello! Been loving your previous and current works and enjoyed reading them, plus this new idea of yours is kinda intriguing. I have yet to see someone make a masterpiece of Seulgi in this iconic outfit. I wish you all the best and stay safe.

Dark Red

(Kang Seulgi X Male Reader)

You both knew that one would eventually falter. While Irene placed her bet on Joy, you expected Yeri to be the first one.

But to your surprise it is Seulgi, who is know standing in front of your door. Her whole body is covered by a long brown coat. You can see the light flush of her cheeks and the slight smell of alcohol invades your nostrils. Seulgi has definitely been drinking.

"What do you mean by 'me too'?"

You pretend to be slow in catching on, wanting to hear the words from Seulgi herself.

"I-I I can't... It's just been so long since I've been with someone."

She looks up at you, her big eyes tempting you to give her a comforting hug.

"I can't keep watching the two of you."

"Well, if that makes you uncomfortable, we can always stop-"

"No!"

The color of her cheeks turns even darker in embarrassment.

"It-It did help me a little. Some material for... You know?"

"Seulgi, I don't know if I should have a conversation with you about these kind of things. You are my girlfriend's friend."

"I-I know."

Seulgi glances at her feet, a defeated look on her face.

"M-Maybe you c-could help me out this one time?"

You can tell that Seulgi is trying to gather all of her confidence. And you know it must be hard for her to ask her friend's boyfriend to cheat on her. But she seems to be really desperate.

And it's not like you are gonna cheat. Why would Seulgi think that Irene wouldn't like you to fuck her friends? She already makes them watch, when you fuck her. Irene made it very clear to you that, if this exact situation occurs, you can do whatever you want.

"I don't know, Seulgi."

You still pretend to be innocent, wanting to see how far she would go. Seulgi is unaware of Irene's kinks. So in her mind, she is actually asking you to cheat on her leader.

"I can make it worth your while, you know?"

She seems to have mustered all of her courage now.

You watch as she slowly starts to unbutton her coat. It reveals a short red dress with all sorts of different patterns. It seems like it's made out of red strings and dark flowers, which are attached to some fabric underneath.

You know for a fact that Seulgi has way more seductive outfits than this one. But she probably didn't plan on asking you for sex, when she put it on and left the house. Wait, what exactly is she asking for? She answers your question by herself.

"After I had to watch you so often, I now need the same. I want to feel it."

Seulgi steps closer. You are still very aware that you're standing in the doorframe as she wraps her arms around your neck.

"I want to know what it feels like."

She gets on her tiptoes and whispers into your ear.

"To get used."

Every man's patience has a limit. And your are no exception. Of course you could toy with her a little longer, but where would be the point?

"Get in."

You try to look as guilty as possible, hoping to keep up the act of you, cheating on Irene. Already planing on revealing it to Seulgi in the future, you walk after her. Maybe while you fuck her hard over the kitchen counter in their dorm and Irene walks in? You would love to see Seulgi's face in that moment.

She is now looking around your living room.

"You have a really nice h-"

"No talking."

You spin her around, pressing your lips on hers.

Seulgi immediately whimpers as she finally feels you touching her. Her tongue starts to invade your mouth, trying to fight yours. As she deepens the kiss, you bend your knee a little, forcing it forward, right between her thighs.

A moan escapes her mouth as you push upwards. Even without orders, Seulgi starts rubbing herself on your knee. After only a couple of moments, you feel something wet form on your jeans. You break the kiss off, pushing Seulgi off of you.

"You really are needy."

She gives you a pleading look as she nods.

"Just do with me what you want. I just need to feel you."

You reach forward, grabbing both her arms with your hands and pull her towards you again. Seulgi stumbles forward. You catch her by grabbing her naked thighs. Lifting her up, her face is now right above yours. She instinctively captures your lips with hers again. Your hands glide along her thighs as you marvel at their fullness. Hundreds of hours of dancing. All packed into these thighs of hers.

A couple of steps forward and you push Seulgi against your wall.

"Le me feel how tight your pussy is."

Seulgi gasps at your words, feeling how your hand reaches underneath her dress. No panties. They're probably stuffed into her coat. Dipping a finger inside, you hear her moan loudly.

"Damn, Seulgi. You must be way tighter than her."

You want to make Seulgi feel guilty for making you "cheat" by mentioning Irene.

Seulgi's eyes drip with lust as she bites her lip. She herself can't tell how she got herself in this kind of situation. What a bad friend she is! A bad bandmate! A bad person!

And yet, as you quickly open your pants with your free hand, Seulgi can only drool for your cock.

You don't even give her enough time to take a good look at it. It disappears underneath her dress as you take both her butt cheeks into your hands.

"Oh, god!"

Seulgi lets out a loud moan as you penetrate her. Her head falls back against the wall as you pull her onto your cock.

"Y-You are way bigger than-than I thought."

She manages to say during her up and downs as you move her body along your shaft.

"And you really are tight, Seulgi."

You start to complement her whole body while you nail her against the wall. Like an expensive painting, you admire her beauty.

"Oh, yes! Please!"

Seulgi definitely went too long without any intimacy. It only takes her a couple of seconds more and she quickly cums on your cock. Her pussy clamps down on you as you keep lifting her body up and down.

"I-I need your cum! I saw y-you filling her up."

You are aware that Seulgi avoided calling Irene by her name. Kissing her neck, you hold Seulgi in place and start trusting into her from below.

She quickly turns into a stuttering mess, while you mark her neck. It'd be fun to see Seulgi trying to hide it from Irene, despite the older one "not knowing" where it came from.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Seulgi buries her head in your shoulder as she climaxes for a second time. Her pussy feels tighter now. And wetter. You feel her juices drip down your cock as you chase your own high.

Her back rubs against the wall as you keep pounding into her from underneath. Her nails start to scratch at your back as Seulgi tries to let go of the pleasure, which is overwhelming her.

"Fuck, Seulgi."

With your final thrust upwards, you simultaneously pull her down.

"Holy-!"

Seulgi's cry is interrupted by a gasp as she feels your cum flooding her insides. Her pussy is filled within a matter of seconds. Your warm cum starts to leak out of your connection, slowly dripping onto the floor.

"That was..."

Seulgi's heavy breathing stops her from finishing her sentence. You wonder if the fact that you are "cheating" is getting Seulgi off.

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Hi, everyone!

Hope you liked this one. I honestly did go over the limit by a couple of minutes, because I wasn't finished, since the intro got longer than I expected. But that's not a big problem, gonna try to keep it a little shorter from now on.

Stay healthy!

[nrdmssgs]

Honestly need some nikto being violently concerned over readers health after they came home from a bar all far too loopy and delirious to be normal drunk if you're comfortable with that if you're not that's fine

Masterlist I hope, I got you right.

TW: mention of drug poisoning (no graphical depictions)

He never questioned your loyalty. Nikto may be a territorial animal, but he never doubted you. Others however...

"He-heeey, `m fine! C-can do it on my own," you babble, as you push away his hands and try to untie your shoelaces. If he was concerned before, just witnessing you entering home - now Nikto starts seeing red.

Because how you move and talk is so not you. Nikto saw you tipsy before, once you two even had obviously too much, and he remembered, how you were back then. Silly, yes, soft and mushy, a tad bratty, tired, but still crazy - this all was natural. And now a strange shiver runs all over your body every five minutes.

Oh no, this is not an early hungover. This and the fact, that you spent the last 15 minutes sitting in a hallway, untying and tying your shoes again and again. He sighs and descends on his knees before you. Catches your hands and presses his lips against your knuckles.

"I will help, little one."

You manage exactly one sound: a weak little mewl of protest. But Andre slowly shakes his head, looking you in the eyes and repeats: I. Will. Help.

You finally give in under his intense, and, for a reason unknown to you, concerned gaze. His movements are so careful as if hes undressing a porcelain doll. You smile and giggle, asking him to stop tickling you every time his fingers clasp around your ankles.

It breaks his heart, because he actually barely touched you. Your senses are a mess, your body is not ok, your mind... And what is about your mind?

"Sokrovishche*, tell me, how the evening went? Had fun?" Nikto is a shitty actor, his voice barely masks the fact, that he can barely think straight himself. But you seem to not notice that, because you answer lightheartedly, while he carries you to the bedroom.

Your story is hectic, and the jerky narration doesn't help it: you jump from one topic to another, mix up names and facts. But it's your sincerity that tears him apart - you're not trying to trick Nikto, you're confused and lost.

There is one particular detail reappearing in your story: a guy. You try and try again to remember his face or the name at least, but fail and start worrying.

"It's ok, if you don't remember. Tell us, what you've been drinking, mm? Something tasty?"

Tell us. A bad omen. A terrible one. It's been a while since the last time, the voices have woken up. But you miss this detail, as you miss every second word shared now.

"A glass of wine. Then a glass of water, then again the wine, the same one. After that I got thirsty once again, asked for water, he brought me a bottle, it was sealed, I remember. And then... And then I d-d-ont..." Your eyes widen slowly.

Niktos jaw clenches, a cold light grows stronger deep in pale blue eyes. That scum. Sealed bottles? So he cooks a batch prior to his night out, somewhere in his place...

"Andre, did I?... How long? What did he..." You can't finish any question, your tongue suddenly feels too big and heavy to form a full sentence. In a desperate attempt to catch a breath, you take an inhale, but your breaths grow ragged. Not even noticing this, you start hyperventilating.

He gathers you into his arms, engulfs your body in a warm embrace, hides your face on his chest and softly rocks you back and forth, helping you find a soothing breathing rhythm.

"Vsye khorosho, sokrovishche. You're safe, we promise. No bruises left. He didn't touch you."

When Nikto touches his lips to your forehead, it’s so gentle and careful, one wouldn't believe, such a beast is capable to be this soft. He is easing you into the feel of him as his hands, holding you steady. There may be no bruises, but there can still be other things, your mind has blocked, but your body remembers.

He rocks you against him, breathing in time with him, the measure of his heart a steady clip that you can follow with measured steps. He and every voice awaken thank any gods out there, for you don't tense up, squirm and run from his touch. That gives him hope, that the fucker really didn't manage to do anything.

"We will protect my little treasure." He slowly helps you out of your clothes. It's not an act of seduction, but pure manifestation of care.

"We will calm our little one, take all her worries, guard her in her sleep." Warm lips on the back of your neck. Yet again: this is not a foreplay - it is Andre giving you all the care he has. Anything soft, that he is capable of in this deep mad state of mind, belongs to you.

He takes your worries away, lulls you to sleep, interlocking his fingers with yours, buries his face in your hair, letting you drown in his deep bitterish scent and find your peace in his hands.

Nikto may be a crooked soul, a mind damaged, torn to pieces, but for you he will turn into a bastion against all the darkness in the world.

When he is sure, you're deep in your dreams and nothing bothers you anymore - Nikto vanishes for a few hours.

He rarely uses this set, but there is, in fact, an all black tactical attire in his wardrobe. There is rarely a good reason to take it on, but today is the day. Darker wet stains on black won't draw too much attention in the first lights of the dawn.

You wake in a bed that feels too empty and slowly realize, what have happened. What might have happened after you fell asleep. You wait him out, perched on the edge of your seat, watching him shuck off his gear in a deafening silence.

His mind is still out there. Each glance on you feels like he’s entered a prizefighting ring, and you’re the opponent he needs to face off with next. His jaw works, a muscle ticking, and with that particular, quiet sort of menace he’s just so good at leveraging, he holds out a hand for you to come to him. “He won't ever trouble you again.” Level. More controlled than you expected.

Nikto holds back, not letting himself slide his fingers up your arms and thus leave blood strains on your perfect skin. Never. Never should a blood of such a scum besmear his treasure.

Leave the blood of those who wronged you for his hands.

Sokrovishche - treasure

Vsye khorosho, sokrovishche - everything's allright, treasure

[skyeslittlecorner]

hiyaa!! can i request the king’s reaction to gabriel attempting to kill mc when they aren’t there? he does succeed in slashing their arm a bit, where mc crouches in pain while trying to stop the bleeding.

(your blog is my fav btw i love all of your stuff! <3)

First, let me be a nerd as I explain one thing, because I know that not everyone has been in the fandom from the beginning, and this fact was mentioned in the very first event. Gabriel's scythe kills on touch. It is a gift from god that even kings avoid because just one scratch means death.

I don't know if you were aware of this, dear anon, when you asked for this headcanon (if you wanted a less drastic scenario, please let me know, I'll gladly write a second one!). Get ready for angst.

(And! Thank you for kind words! You have no idea how nice to hear that <;3)

Satan reacted as befitted his sin. Wrath. Rage. Breakdown. A red, thick fog flowed into the streets, only choking the subordinates, but sweeping away the angels. They couldn't stand the mourning that poured out of him, and they died in agony as long as he held your dying body in his arms. This was the only day in the history of Gehenna when the devils lost their will to fight and their king almost followed you into the arms of death, fighting more fiercely than ever before.

You fulfilled your promise. You died to protect Hell. And he failed to protect you. Once you were buried in a beautiful, simple grave, Satan had only one thing on his mind. He promised you that he would be faithful, only yours, for millennia. And he will keep that promise. No lovers, no one-night stands. He couldn't protect you, but he can protect the one you did all this for. Minhyeok and his later children won't even be aware of it, but they have just gained a pure white, red-eyed guardian.

Beelzebub felt you dying rather than saw you. By the time he appeared at your side, it was too late. There was almost no blood flowing, but you both knew that this wound would never heal. He kissed you and whispered soothingly as you died. It was his fault. His damn eternal wandering. If he had stayed, if he had watched you better... You deserved more than being buried among his clones. You should rest with those who, unlike him, did protect you. With your parents. He will show up with your body on Minhyeok's doorstep, hoping that he will get angry and yell at him, but he will only break down in tears over your body. This is not enough for Beelzebub, this is worse than the punishment he expected. He doesn't feel worthy of attending your funeral, but he'll watch from afar anyway.

Your tombstone will always look like new, even for hundreds of years. Intact stone, fresh flowers. There are things that even Beelzebub cannot forget.

Leviathan won't let you die. No, just no. No way. Do not agree. The moment you get hurt, he will catch you in his arms. The face is colder than usual, but the voice is more soothing than ever. "Do not be afraid. You are mine, and I am not letting you go.” He will kiss you one last time and push you into his coffin. Suspended somewhere between worlds, not dead, but not alive either, you will be pushed into eternal sleep, barely remembering who you are.

Leviathan won't stop there, he has to get you back. Only god can save you from death, and if that means this devil has to find him, he will. Anything to get you back to his side. He won't agree to lose another person he loves.

This time Mammon is the spoiled one

MAMMON

The shield you raised could withstand anything - or so you thought, until Gabriel cut through it like a knife through wax. The wound on your forearm was minor. Almost invisible. Still, you stared at it in silence, dazed. You knew what that meant.

A fist sprung in front of your nose a second too late. Shooed the seraph away a second too late. Your life could have been saved. A second too late.

"Master! Are you okay?" Mammon caught up with you and grabbed you in his arms. The grogginess slowly turned into dizziness. You collapsed onto his chest, losing strength.

"He... hurt me." You whispered into his broad chest. His muscles tensed as if ready to attack, but the huge arms lifted you ever so gently. You felt like you were in a huge cradle. The consciousness that slowly drained from your body was glad that it was spending its last moments in these arms.

The king held your limp body for a long time. He couldn't say goodbye to you, he couldn't understand that he had lost you. That you already had left this Hell, and there was nothing he could do about it.

A huge mausoleum was built in the meadow where you died. Gold and silk blinded the inhabitants from afar, outshining the sun itself. Despite the splendor greater than in the palace, everyone considered your tomb to be the poorest place in the world. Mammon visited it every day. He reminded himself that he needed to protect his people better. That he should have protected you better. For the first time in his life he felt real loss.

It was here that Tartaros' greatest treasure was lost.

[lunarmoves]

moon was being more irate than usual.

well... 'irate' wasn't exactly the right word. he was just... quieter and tended to grumble more to himself when he thought you weren't listening or around. at first you figured he was just going through one of those phases of his where he preferred to observe the things around him for extended periods of time. or maybe he was thinking back to his time at the plex, the memories tinged at the edges by the fire that had consumed it whole. either way, you didn't press him and decided to just... leave him be.

you thought giving him some space would help him and eventually let him snap out of whatever funk he was in. but it only seemed to make him worse, and you had no idea why.

you didn't want to invade into his space and demand him to let you know what was wrong. it would only drive him further away, and you were all too familiar with how easy it was for him to avoid you in your own home. you didn't want to ask sun what was wrong either, as moon would definitely immediately know of your prying and would probably get upset.

so you just... continued on as normal. after all, chores needed to be done and bills needed to be paid.

and maybe that was the wrong thing to do. maybe it just made things build up and up and up until moon was overflowing in whatever had plagued him all this time.

you were woken up, one night, by a bright red light that shined directly onto your face.

you squinted up, blinking slowly as the light coalesced into two eyes with white pupils that stared down at you from above. moon's face was directly over yours, hovering not too close, but not too far either. you lifted a hand to rub at your right eye, mind sluggishly trying to catch up with what had just occurred.

"moon," you sleepily mumbled, still trying to adjust to the light, "wuzz wrong? why'd you wake me up?"

he didn't say anything, just continued to stand crouched over your figure laying in bed. you could barely make out his figure, with how dark it was. his nightcap dangled from the side of his faceplate, the bell at the end brushing lightly against your cheek. you waited a few seconds, then pulled up your blanket further to bury yourself into it. "moon, c'mon, you know i have work in th'mornin'."

you had full intentions to go back to sleep, but he didn't let you get comfortable. as soon as you'd closed back your eyes, he reached out a hand and gently shook your shoulder. you jerked back awake and gave him a look that you're not sure translated well through your sleepiness. it got him to finally speak, though.

"wake up," he whispered, giving your shoulder another small shake. you groggily blinked at him, confused. "...spend time with me."

"wuh?" you eloquently asked, then slowly blinked yourself awake once you realized how unhappy he looked. you slowly sat up. he leaned away to give you some space and you turned your body so you could face him better as he crouched down by the side of your bed. "what's wrong?" you asked again softly, as though any louder might scare him away or cause him to lock up.

he didn't answer, just reached out a metallic hand so he could hold onto your much warmer one in a tight grip. you gently used your other hand to touch the edge of his faceplate, tilting it up so he could meet your gaze.

"hey," you said gently, "tell me what's wrong. i can't help you if you don't say anything."

moon watched you for a moment, then directed his gaze back to your hand and let his thumb swipe across your skin. you let your hand fall from his face to rest in your lap. you waited, and your patience was eventually rewarded.

"you go to work," he started in a low voice tinged with static from his voice box. "you come back. you hang out with sun for hours. you get ready for bed." you tilted your head as he spoke, wondering where he was going with this. he paused for a second, as though collecting his thoughts, then continued. "you take off the lights. you go to sleep after an hour. and i am alone."

you considered his words, then his expression as he focused on avoiding your gaze. the corners of your lips downturned as it slowly clicked together in your mind what he was implying.

"oh," you breathed and moved your free hand so that it rested on top of his. you clutched at it. "i haven't been spending much time with you, huh?"

he grumbled a little and closed his eyes. "sun gets all the awake time with you." his words were no louder than a whisper—an admission he'd been ruminating on for weeks.

"i'm sorry," you said, the realization making something melancholy line your voice. with you being active for most of the day and sleeping for practically all of the night, it never really occurred to you that there would be an imbalance with sun and moon's time spent with you in their individual forms. "i didn't realize... i..." you frowned, then tugged at his wrist. "come here."

you scooted over in bed and lifted up the blanket—an open invitation. he stared at you for a moment, the light of his eyes swathing your bed sheets in shades of ruby. then carefully, so very carefully, he slipped in beside you and lay there stiffly as you covered the both of you with the blanket and cozied up closer to him.

you rested your head on his metal shoulder. it was hard, but it didn't bother you for now. you let out a deep breath and wrapped one of your arms across his chest. "i promise i'll spend more time with you, okay?" you told him quietly, eyes already closed as you readied yourself to sleep again. you were tired, and there wasn't anything you could do at the moment other than reassure him. "we'll turn the lights off early and close the curtains. how's that sound?"

moon hummed and seemed to accept his fate for the night as he used one of his arms to pull you closer. "okay..." he'd been sated, it seemed, and he finally relaxed into the softness of your mattress. something cold pressed to the top of your head. "...good night, love."

you smiled. "good night, moon."

[moonlit-stay]

WHEN I TELL YOU MY JAW HIT THE FUCKING FLOOR????

You know I have to run my fucking mouth now...

These two images make me think of sex on a beach with Sungchan...

You're staying at a secluded beach resort with Sungchan for your anniversary, spending the day enjoying the warm rays of sun and the equally warm, clear water until the sun begins to set. Sitting in the sand, pulled close into Sungchan's side, your head leaning against his shoulder as you both watch the setting sun decorate the sky in orange hues.

Even after the sun has set completely and darkness has replaced the orange glow, you stay pressed into Sungchan's side. You feel him gently draw shapes where his hand rests against your waist and it causes goosebumps to rise against the surface of your skin. He turns to press open-mouthed kisses along your neck, and you let out a soft, involuntary moan at his unexpected actions.

He smirks in response, as he always does. He loves how easy it is for him to get you right where he wants you, working you up so you're just as needy as he is. Seeing you walk around in nothing but your bikini all day had Sungchan's head spinning, and for most of the day, he had to do everything in his power to keep his hands to himself and not fuck you in a public place in broad daylight.

Now that it was dark and the beach was empty, he saw no reason to hold himself back any longer, not that he would be able to even if he tried. You just look so good and the only thing he could think about is how good it would feel to have you bouncing on his cock as his broad, defined back presses into the cool sand.

He moves to press his lips to yours, pulling you on top of him as he leans back into the sand. He lets out a breath when his warm skin hits the cool sand, and you use this opportunity to lick into his mouth. Sungchan's hands grip at your hips, hastily guiding you to grind on him. He's already so hard and you almost break the kiss to ask him just how long he's been thinking about this.

He lets you take over and continue to roll your hips against his as he leans his head back into the sand. You watch his Adam's apple bob with every groan that leaves his lips and you can't help but attach your lips to his neck.

It wasn't long after Sungchan felt your lips on his skin that he was moving to pull his swim shorts down just enough before pulling your bikini bottoms to the side. His mind goes blank when he feels you sink down on him, taking all of him until your hips are flush against his.

He knows there's no way you're gonna be able to keep quiet, not when he's fucking up into you with so much force he has to keep a tight grip on your hips so you don't fall backwards, but he can't find it in him to care when he's finally getting what he's craved all day.

These two images make me think of sex in the water with Sungchan...

You stand on the shore, admiring how beautiful your surroundings are before you redirect your attention to your boyfriend. You watch as Sungchan swims through the crystal clear water, the sun highlighting the definition in his muscles with every move he makes.

Eventually he takes notice of your staring and motions you over with a quick nod of his head. When you shake your head in response, he slowly makes his way over to you, a shit eating grin plastered across his face. You slowly start backing away from the shoreline, immediately knowing what he's planning. For every step you take backwards, he takes two steps forward, and as his torso slowly emerges from the water, you have to fight yourself to stay focused as you watch the water cascade down his toned body as he steps closer to land.

When he steps into the shallow part of the water, you book it. Sprinting along the shore towards the general direction of where you both are staying. You're fast, but Sungchan's faster, and he catches you within minutes, throwing you over his shoulder and walking back towards the shore. Loud laughter leaves you both as he listens to your pleas, feeling you cling to him as he steps back into the shallows.

He moves you from your spot on his shoulder to against his chest, holding you against him as he walks you both deeper into the water. You continue clinging to him, mumbling under your breath that he's mean, and he just chuckles in response.

Once you both are fully submerged, he pulls your thighs to wrap around his waist. He loves having you this close, especially in a public setting like this. It gives him a sense of peace knowing you're safe in his arms.

Occasionally, he feels you squirm in his hold or readjust your hold around his neck, and every time you do, he feels your core brush against his length. He knows you don't mean to, and for a minute he almost feels bad for how painfully hard he's getting, but he just can't help it. Especially when he feels the amount of heat radiating from your core, something he didn't notice until now.

You feel him resting hot and heavy right under your ass, and you pull your head away from his shoulder to look at him. When you look into his eyes, you can tell he's feeling slightly apologetic, and you move to kiss up his neck until you reach his ear.

"It's okay," you whisper against the shell of his ear, loosening your grip around him so your body drops a little bit and your core comes into direct contact with his length. "Let me help you, Channie."

His head drops to your shoulder as he lets out a groan. He feels your hand slip into his swim shorts before you gently wrap your hand around him. His hips buck into you involuntarily and you pull him out of his swim shorts before pulling your bikini bottoms to the side and letting him push into you.

An overwhelming amount of pride washes over Sungchan when he bottoms out and fully realizes the situation. No matter where the two of you are located and how inappropriate the setting may be, you're always there to help him with all of his needs.

These two images make me think of sex in a hammock with Sungchan...

You follow Sungchan out of where you're staying, making your way over to one of the hammocks. You watch as Sungchan crawls onto the hammock, settling in until he's comfortable, and once he is, he pats his lap. You get the hint, taking Sungchan's hand as support as you swing one of your legs over his waist to rest against his side. Once your straddling him, you lean forward to rest against his chest. You feel his arms wrap around you momentarily before he helps you pull the blanket you brought with you over both your forms.

You both stay like that for awhile, enjoying the soothing sound of the wind rustling the leaves of the trees and the waves crashing against the shore.

When the ache of how you're resting against your boyfriend settles into your joints, you lightly tap his chest to let him know you're moving. The arm he has around you tightens as he rolls you both onto your sides so you're facing each other. You let out a sigh of relief, feeling the ache in your joints fade as you nuzzle further into Sungchan's embrace.

A smile tugs at Sungchan's features when he has you tucked under his chin, your hair tickling his skin as he rests his chin on the top of your head. He pulls you closer and you throw one of your legs over his hip, feeling one of his arms move to rest against your lower back before pulling you impossibly closer.

"I can't get any closer, Channie." You quietly chuckle to him, feeling him hug you tighter in response.

"Actually, you could..." He trails off, and when you move to look up at him, you're met with his famous smirk.

You lightly smack his arm, earning a laugh from him, but this doesn't stop him from slowly rolling his hips into yours.

The logical part of your brain is telling you to tell your boyfriend to stop, that you two could easily walk back to where you're staying and continue there, but when he presses open-mouthed kisses to your sweet spot, the logical part of your brain clocks out.

He moves slowly, taking his time to work you up as he kisses along your neck. You feel his hand leave the bend of your knee that's against his hip and glide in between you two. You let out a loud moan that has you slapping a hand over your mouth when his thumb rubs harsh circles against your bundle of nerves.

"Gotta be quiet for me, baby." He whispers, you feel him smirk against your skin and you have to fight the urge to smack him. "Can't have anyone knowing what I'm doing to my pretty girl."

He carefully works you out of your shorts, setting them behind him in the hammock before doing the same with his own. He gently pulls you away from the crook of his neck, and when he sees your pretty blown out pupils, all his plans to move slow fly out the window.

He quickly scans the area around the hammock as far as his eyes will allow, and when he doesn't see a single soul, he lays flat on his back and pulls you on top of him so you're straddling him once again.

You both know you shouldn't be doing this here, the risk of getting caught somewhat high as the night was still young and the sun hasn't fully set.

Sungchan doesn't dwell on that thought for long once your warm, wet walls are wrapped tightly around him, making such pretty noises only for him to hear. You, on the other hand, find it impossible to pay that thought any mind when he's hitting spots deep enough inside you to make your eyes roll to the back of your head.

-

Listen, I've known for a long time how this man is built, but there is truly no way I'll ever simply, just, get used to it

I truly do not know how to comprehend these photos and I'm losing my fucking mind.

I was already in Sungchan brain rot prior to these images😔

I need him so bad

[chorllosbook]

When you accidentally touch their chest or ass(fem reader)

Including-

Raiden,yae miko,navia,shenhe.

+ confessions -in yae mikos sorry:(

-yae miko

You and miko have known each other for awhile now and it’s safe to say you two get along quite well and make quite the interesting pair...you and miko were eating lunch together the food was of good quality and had a creamy texture that would melt in your mouth as your taste buds tingle from the slight spice that lingered threw you mouth made your eyes slightly widen “miko what is this?” Miko moves her gaze from the plate to you”hm why? Not a fan of it?” Miko swears this dish you would’ve loved “ah no not that it’s just…so good”you eyes look down to the plate of your food as yae miko chuckles “dear (reader) I knew you would be a fan of this particular dish in fact I’m quite a fan as well.”you wander your eyes back to hers”oh what is it?””oh this hmm..just some curry”you haven’t been in inazuma long so the food was truly a new adventure for you to continue,miko takes a spoon of the dish until a little bit falls about to dirty her shirt..her white shirt making you jump up and try to catch the small creamy orange droplet…when you open your eyes you see a small stain on her top “fuck” you whispered to distracted to notice your head cupping the fat of her breast you thoughts got cut off by miko chuckling”my~my~ feeling naughty arnt we~” miko jokes as your face flushes a slight shade of peach “s-sorry” you remove your now blessed hand off her chest miko smirks at your reaction she’s gonna tease you about this moment forever now good job…

-raiden Ei

Ei was siting alone under the sakura trees of inazuma as her purple hues glistened in the morning sun a certain sadness or perhaps loneliness reflected off them…you observed silently from behind how it hurt you so to see such sadness,guilt even in her eyes it made you so soft and weak….”Ei I’ve gotten you some sweets I hope they are to your taste” ei looks at you with a slightly more joyful expression “oh why thank you how thoughtful of you..”you place down the small bamboo tray down “mind if I join you ei?” Ei lightly pats beside her for you to sit next to her you slowly move to sit next to her "ei.." you lightly mutter under your breath "hmm something wrong" ei's voice slightly dims "I...I love you" tears find their ways into the corner of your now glossy eyes as ei slowly turns to you with wide eyes "i-I see...well I must admit I have fallen for you as well.." your eyes widen in surprise "wait really?!" You jump on ei with the look of a puppy that just found its favourite chew toy "I must admit I wasn't expecting you to be so intimate from the start.." you look down to see your hand on her chest making your face heat up as you pull your hand off her chest "I'm so sorry ei.."

-navia

It was truly a wonderful day clear sky's not a dark cloud in sight and a warm sun shining on you and navia's skin "thank you so much navia first you take me out to lunch now you walk me home are you sure this is okay?" Navia giggles "nope! Not at all anything for you ;)" you lightly blush as you look at navias face and study her features such lovely curls and bright big eyes oh how you viewed her as perfect you vowled to never make her cry or give her sadness you just "y/nn you there" navia lightly nudges your shoulder "y-yea sorry" naiva moves closer "whats got your head in celestia thinking of somone~~" navias statement makes you look away "don't be shy tell me the lucky person!" You slowly look down "it's you.." navai looks confused "hmm what was that I didn't hear you" you look up at navia "it you! I was thinking about you!" Navias smile grows impossibly wider "me huh" you slowly nodded "c-can I hold your hand naiva" "of course ma douce" you move you hand to hers but you didn't feel hand more like a soft pillow kind of thing "oh my! Feeling passionate already!" Navia giggles as your eyes widen and quickly move your hand away form her lower "ik so sorry!" You face bright red as navia laughs

-shenhe

Shenhe liked to follow you around the mountains after meeting you in the harbour she likes watching you as you went fishing or simply got cooking ingredients cloud retainer advised her to talk to you but shenhe didn't know how to approach you she was stuck looking at you from afar peeking from behind a tree "master said I should give it a go and so I will.." shenhe slowly walks up behind you "hello y/n" you turn around and stop what you are doing "oh shenhe how are you it's been so long" you smile at shenhe with that bright kind smile "I've been rather fine lately may I ask about you" you giggle "I've been very well lately" you pat the spot besides you shenhe slowly sat besides you "here you like Qingxin stalks I saw you buying them in the harbour to eat" you hand her the plant "thank you very much" shenhe face light turns abit pink shenhe doesn't know why she feels this way around you and why master always encourages her to get to know you better "some thing wrong shenhe?" Shenhe shakes her head "I must take my leave now.." "Wait!" As shenhe gets up you grap apart of her bird tail like cloth to stop her making her trip taking you with her...your head didn't feel any force of the fall just in something soft and warm you didn't really want get off.."apologies are you alright y/n" shenhe looks back at you "OH IM SO SORRY SHENHE I DIDN'T MEAN TO LAY THERE!" You quickly get up as shenhe looks at you confused and concerned "why is it you're sorry" "it's ok never mind" you mutter "y/n what do you think love feels like" you are lightly surprised at the question "well um when you admire somone or think they are as stunning as a flower and they make you feel warm..well that's how I see it" you lightly blush "hmm I see...well y/n I think I love you" your face flushes as you get taken back by her words "me to..I love you shenhe.."

Sorry if they are ooc I gave it my all😭

[barn-anon]

Thanks for reminding me I have a third Custodes! This is not a happy story! :D Large hands pluck the umbrella from your hands. You look up but you knew to expect it. Your Custodes, already carrying your bag, now is also carrying your umbrella for you. Trying to take it back is pointless, when he has his mind set on something, you know it's impossible to stop him.

In all fairness, he had pointed out that it's unlikely to rain today but in your defence, it's been raining on and off for the past few days. He walks on ahead, you had to hurry to keep up with his much larger strides. You had tried asking him where he's taking you, but he insisted that it's a surprise. You playfully bump into him, making him look down at you, those cold red lenses staring down at you.

If only he didn't wear that armor of his all the time, what difference does it really make when he himself feels like a brick wall? You sigh. Can you really complain? When you first met your Custodes, he was worse than what most people with Custodes say theirs are. While others' are maybe a little weird or distant, yours had been outright hostile. The number of times you felt like you might be in danger... you didn't want to think about it.

But that suddenly stopped a few months ago. It's like your Custodes had a complete flip. Where he had been hostile before, he's affectionate, attentive and caring. It's jarring at first but why question a good thing? Maybe he just needed time to settle in your house?

Then your Custodes comes to a stop and when you rush to catch up, you find yourself at a idyllic clearing with flowers of all sorts of colours. You want to take your phone from your bag but your Custodes refuses to hand it to you. How weird, m-maybe he wants you to live in the moment? Some Space Marines don't like when their humans spend too much time on phones or computers, maybe your Custodes is like them.

You were looking at a cluster of pink flowers when your Custodes comes over and leads you towards the edge of the clearing. He points at something, his hand at the back of your neck. You squint, trying to see what he's looking at. His hand tightens, you don't notice his fingers closing around your neck as he insists you need to simply look harder.

Tight, can't breathe. You try to tell your Custodes that he needs to loosen his grip, but he ignores you. Trying to pry his fingers open, your eyes are wide. His grip slowly tightens around your neck. You struggle, it tightens further. You should've questioned his change of behavior. You try to hit him only for him to catch your hand. You can't scream out when the bones get shattered.

Tagged: @kit-williams • @egrets-not-regrets • @bleedingichorhearts • @c-u-c-koo-4-40k • @orquidborgo

[toruro]

[21:03]

pairing. x. minghao x reader

genre. fluff, est relationship, request

w/c. 720+

it's late. it always is when your fiancé comes home, but since you've moved in together, you choose to embrace his passion and dedication to his work rather than mull over the hours you spend alone waiting for him.

you don't mind, really. sinking into the plush cushions of your sofa as some anime you've been binging, you feel at peace under the warm throw you're buried under. glancing at the clock, something warm settles in your stomach as you know minghao is going to pop in any second now.

your instinct never betray you, at least not when it comes to minghao. he pops in just around five minutes later, the apartment door lock clicking and quickly turning open before he closes it behind him, dropping his bag in the foyer as he makes his way to the kitchen.

"you're watching naruto without me?" he asks teasingly as he washes his hands. "i thought we agreed that'd we'd watch the war arc together."

"i know," you hum, opening your arms to stretch and scoot over as minghao walks over to you. you can tell from his posture and heavy steps that he is exhausted, and you pat the seat next to you invitingly so you can offer him whatever solace you can manage. "don't worry," you murmur as he settles in next to you curling to your side and resting his head on your lap, "i was just watching some fillers. you know i wouldn't watch the war arc without you."

minghao grins and rolls his eyes, tapping your hand as he looks up at you pleadingly. slowly, you nod and turn your attention back to the screen, bringing your hand up to slide your fingers through his hair. "which filler is this?"

"don't remember the name ... but it's the one where itachi fries his eggs with his sharingan," you tell him, brushing your fingers over the one spot behind his ears that you know has his eyes fluttering shit and low hums of content rip through his throat. "how was work?"

"tiring," he murmurs and you can feel the fatigue in his muscles, yes, but then he opens his eyes and they sparkle a little when he looks up at you. "but it was actually really great. soonyoung and i came up with this one part of the choreo and it goes really well with the song, and then lunch was fun because it was me and chan and shua and cheol, and what you packed me was great—which by the way, could you—"

"i'll make it again soon," you assure him, continuing to stroke his hair and nodding to encourage him to go on.

"i love you. but anyways, it was really good and then seungkwan brought in coffee and i usually don't drink the things he gets because i don't like them but this time he got some smoothie and it was really good i really liked it. how was your work?"

you smile fondly at him, taking in the information. "sounds like you had a blast. work was fun for me too—i finally finished up that stupid project that's been taking me ages," you mutter the last part with a bit of disdain, all the not so nice memories of working with your not so nice coworkers piling in. but as you look down at minghao, the thoughts wash away and you smile, glancing back up at the episode that's still playing.

"it's a good thing that's out of the way," he replies, following your line of vision and soon the two of you fall into watching the show together. it's only after a few passing moments that you feel him shift in your lap and tap at you hand.

you furrow your brows looking down at him, asking, "everything alright?"

all he responds with is his pleading eyes, but from above you catch the red tint that blossoms by his ears and cheeks. bashfully, he averts his gaze, quickly muttering under his breath, "can you—"

you smile and cradle his head close to your chest before letting go and nodding, slotting your hand back into his hair and gently stroking back and forth. he hums at the feeling, and as the vibrations reverberate through your body, you shudder because fuck, you're in love.

[anystalker707]

Infatuation

Pairing: Gerard x Reader Word count: ~ 5 100 Genre: Fluff / Comfort Summary: Mikey's quiet brother catches (y/n)'s attention, and they're up to doing anything to have him fall for them with the help of their friends, Mikey, Ray, and Frank. A/n: another venting fic, tbh, lmao. not proofread.

I was Mikey’s friend. Of course, I had gone to his place a few times, even spent the weekend, but even so, I hardly saw Gerard come out of his room in the basement. He would rarely make an appearance, only showing up when Donna or Elena asked him to do something for her, mainly to bring things from the store down the street.

I could remember clearly the first time I had seen him. After seeing Mikey through the window of the school's restaurant, my interest immediately sparkled at the sight of one of the other alt kids who roamed the school's campus, so I was quick to ask Pete who he was. Mikey happened to be walking by with his brother when Pete and I hung out by the parking lot.

"The Ways?" Pete raised an eyebrow, scratching the back of his head with his gaze on the two males in the distance, talking beside a gray car. "You wanna know who they are? Mikey and his brother?"

A brother. My eyes went past Mikey to observe the pale figure with dark hair. He looked at Mikey mostly expressionless while the younger one moved around frantically, sometimes motioning inside the car, past the open passenger door. He seemed as if he had come out of a romance by Lord Byron, Poe, Shelley, or Stoker, but bathed in the last century's pop culture. Untouchable, in a way because, after all, how was one supposed to approach him? His eyes judged his brother coldly, already, but something made me want to be close to him, someone who would walk into his room uninvited and have him over just because I don't want to be home alone.

"I mean..." I shrugged—what did he mean by that? "Are they nice people?"

Pete hummed. "Very nice! They are from New Jersey, actually. Gerard moved here so he could study in art school and decided to bring Mikey along with him so he can get used to it since Mikey is also looking for a college around the area."

With a quiet hum, I nodded. "I see."

Mikey seemed hard to be friends with, in the beginning, but things ran by quite smoothly. It started with a simple exchange of assignments that slowly turned into sending each other songs then daily talking before Mikey invited me over to his place because he was having a small Halloween gathering. That's when Ray and Frank came around.

That day, Gerard had only left his basement once. Still, even with small appearances like this, it was enough for the small infatuation in my chest to grow each time.

“What does your brother do, Mikey?” I furrowed my eyebrows. Gerard had walked into the house and shortly went to the kitchen, where Mikey and I did our homework, before going down the stairs to the basement with a seemingly heavy box in his hands. The silence had echoed in the room before I questioned him.

Mikey didn’t even look away from his notebook. “Art school.” And he didn’t say anything further.

Gerard had a quiet nature that was quite noticeable, but it also seemed hard to break. The most I had interacted with him was resumed down to asking him for Donna’s phone number so I could message her something regarding Mikey, as she had asked. It earned me a few murmured words before he held his phone out with the contact's profile.

Ray probably noticed my thoughtful form—things barely went unnoticed by him, after all; Ray had quite a talent for knowing everyone in the group to a base level, which had already shown just after a few weeks of friendship. “So, (n/n),” he said as he moved closer, arm wrapping around my shoulders, “what’s in that little mind of yours?”

My cheeks immediately heated up and my eyes averted away because, after all, thinking about this felt so wrong. It didn’t seem like Gerard wanted to be perceived. I gulped, staring at my shoes, my feet hanging from the short wall contouring the square’s flower bed that I sat on top of. Mikey and Frank preferred the bench beside it. It was a quiet afternoon we had decided to hang out, with the rare occurrence of Mikey and I having our afternoon schedules free after the teachers sent us dismissal emails, so Ray decided to take the afternoon off while Frank... just skipped classes.

“I... It’s nothing.” I shook my head, reaching for Frank’s can of Monster so I could take a sip of it, quickly giving it back to him. “I swear, there’s nothing.”

Ray raised an eyebrow, leaning back on the concrete, next to me. “Are you sure? Doesn’t it have anything to do with the sudden curiosity towards Gerard lately?”

Fuck. My face felt even hotter and I struggled to move away with the way he leaned in until he finally pulled away with a chuckle.

“If you’re afraid I’m going to find anything,” Mikey grumbles, “I’m, at minimum, gonna be happy because Gerard isn’t going to be such a sulking fuck all the time. Maybe he and his bedroom would smell less like mold. I mean, not to discourage you, but Gerard—”

“Mikey!” Ray clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes. “Y’know, (y/n), it’s more about... knowing how to deal with someone who got depression and some traumas on his back. I’m not trying to discourage you, it’s just that you might feel intimidated at first, but Gerard is actually a lovely person. You gotta break that first barrier he puts between himself and everything new, but it might be easy since you’re always around and stuff.” He finished with a wide smile. “I believe in you.”

Ray’s words somehow made me feel more flustered but in a good sense. He had such a way to change perspectives of situations—he would often help us sort things out whenever we had any problem. He was sort of an ideal being; he didn’t seem to have any problems, despite the hard times he occasionally went through just like everyone else. There were uncountable times in which he had spontaneously introduced himself to our issues so he could solve them because, according to him, it was his obligation as a friend. Of course, it can be concerning sometimes since he will blame himself for things he has nothing to do with, so we also do our best to help Ray out, and at least try to return a little bit of what he does for us.

His words didn’t discourage me. They had some use when I first grew the courage to walk up to Gerard and talk with him.

“That shirt you have,” I mumbled to Gerard. We were in the kitchen late at night, with the (maybe) fortunate occurrence of having met each other when getting out of bed motivated by thirst. “Is it themed after a movie or a show? Y’know, the one with a helmet. Reminds me of Star Wars.”

I was almost certain Gerard wouldn’t answer, that he would just put his glass in the sink and leave, leaving me in the thick night silence because I was too pathetic.

“The Mandalorian,” Gerard’s soft voice echoed through the room. “It’s a Star Wars spin-off. Do you like Star Wars?”

Something in my chest immediately warmed up as I looked at him for a second, still wondering if I was imagining stuff. “Um, yeah! Mikey and I watch a lot of movies when I’m over... Never got to watch The Mandalorian, though, since we end up mostly rewatching stuff.”

Part of me hoped Gerard would invite me to watch it with him, but of course, it was a step that was too wide yet. Instead, his eyes just fell to the ground before he nodded shortly. “It’s worth it.” His lips pressed into a soft smile at the moment his gaze met mine and the bottom of his glass met the sink in a quiet clicking. “Well, good night.” He walked out of the kitchen in swift steps.

Not surprisingly, Ray was quick to catch onto what was going on.

“What was going on?” He had asked, approaching me after I went silent for a little too long while he and Frank chatted while we hung out at his place. Frank was sitting weirdly on the armchair of the small dorm room while Ray sat next to me on the couch, where I comfortably had my legs tucked close to support my phone. I didn’t hear the question at first, humming confused as my eyes averted to watch Ray leaning closer to glance at my phone’s screen. “Oh, The Mandalorian?” The corner of his lips tugged up, his gaze already making me want to shrink and disappear. “Well, do you know who really likes The Mandalorian? Gerard even has a Din Djarin shirt!”

“Oh, really?” I tried, even if I could already feel my face burning hot. I really didn’t have a single second of peace.

Frank giggled. “Imagine humiliating yourself for a submissive!”

“I’m not humiliating myself!” I paused the episode so I could put my phone down and glared at Frank. “I’m just—” My thoughts just didn’t come up with anything coherent. It must have been so much fun for them.

“You’re troubling yourself with watching that boring stuff just because the submissive you like is a fan! Dunno...” Frank shrugged. “Sounds a little like humiliation, to me. Do you need a dick that bad, (y/n)?” His question was met with silence, of course. Because, like, what was I supposed to say? What could I possibly use as an argument that wouldn’t have Frank dropping sarcastic remarks? He muffled his laughter with his hand, head falling back against the armchair’s cushion.

Hell. It made me feel breathless, in a sort of bad sense. I wanted to escape that, but at the same time, I felt just like a goddamn puddle, unable even to look at anything other than the weird stain at the corner of the screen of Ray’s TV. It had been a while since I had been with someone or at least genuinely attracted to someone, so Gerard was sort of a game-changer. Something important, in two senses. If I did something wrong, it could affect Ray, Mikey, and Frank. On the other hand, it would also break me a little. Liking him so much while knowing so little about him felt so wrong. I sought anything that would get me closer to him.

“Why don’t you text him?” Ray raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t have his phone number,” I mumbled. I wanted to hide, but also for it to go further, for any hint or help that would get me closer to Gerard. “Nor any reason to do so.”

Ray leaned back against the couch with a thoughtful hum, scratching the back of his head ever so carefully so he wouldn’t ruin his curls. “You do. I’ll send you his number and you’ll send him a text, you see. You could ask him to send you the college’s application rules and calendar, telling him I told you to ask him for them since I don’t have the files. Then,” Ray said as he moved closer, his arm over the couch’s backrest, “you can tell him how much you’ve been liking The Mandalorian. Maybe share theories and stuff. He likes that. Thing is, Gerard is really introverted. You gotta talk to him first and all if you want anything."

As much as Ray was a good problem solver and peacemaker, his advice tended to suck, so we would always think twice before doing anything. I couldn’t even think once at the moment; thankfully, Ray wasn’t wrong this time.

Dealing with Gerard was... difficult at first, though it didn’t take me long to catch on how he had the same texting habits as Mikey, extraordinarily. They didn’t answer all of the texts you’d send them nor did they have the read receipts turned on, so it was a little hard to determine whether they did or not read your messages, at first. It was just like talking to a wall, even if he tended to be more extroverted over texts. That's why I didn't know whether Gerard was okay with the idea of hanging out with me while Mikey was out for a couple of hours.

In the first place, Gerard knew Mikey would leave shortly for a job interview, and later got aware that I'd be at his place since the morning. Those couple of hours of Mikey’s absence wouldn't exactly be awkward—I'd been at his place enough times not to feel awkward in his absence, even more considering how Donna was so sweet—, but it would be nice to hang out with Gerard. Plus, away from Mikey. Not that Mikey would do anything inconvenient; it was more about my sanity.

"You look good," I reassured Mikey from my place on the couch as he stood in the middle of the living room, adjusting his button-up shirt. Donna seemed as if she would die of pride, with a wide smile behind her hands that rested intertwined under her nose. "You're gonna do well, also."

"Of course!" Donna nodded. "Just remember everything we told you, alright? Ask about the workplace and the relationship between the other employees, don't subject yourself to a job that isn’t worth it!"

Mikey hummed with a nod. "Of course."

"Good luck, honey!" She hugged him tightly for a moment. "Go! You can't be late!"

"Right, thank you." He kissed her cheek and proceeded to hug me as well.

"You'll do fine!" I smiled, compelling him to do the same.

Mikey patted his pockets until he recognized the shapes of his phone and keys through the fabric, then left with another quick exchange of words. Donna and I were left staring at the door for a second before she disappeared inside the kitchen again.

The silence was almost deafening while the anxiety threatened to consume me from the inside out. What face would I put on if Gerard came out of his room and saw me sitting there pathetically, with false hope because he didn't even bother to answer me? It was the first time in a while that I felt out of place in the Way household.

"What episode of The Mandalorian did you stop in, again?" The sudden voice almost had me jumping in my place, turning around to see Gerard standing there behind the couch before he made his way around it, taking a seat about a foot away from me. When did he get there, in the first place? It always amused me how quiet he can be, just appearing and disappearing randomly. Mikey can be just like that when he decided not to be chaotic.

A sigh escaped my lips before I nodded, clearing my throat. "Sixth, first season."

Gerard raised his eyebrows with a hum. "We can finish the season."

It's awkward at first. I sat there not knowing what to do, or where to put my hands at. I rolled my shoulders back, trying to let out the breath I had been holding as slowly as possible while resting against the couch before my back started hurting.

Gerard, on the other hand, didn't seem nervous at all, to the point it almost put me to shame. His eyes watched the TV from behind his messy dark bangs with the same amusement as if watching it for the first time. He was still in his Star Wars-themed pajamas, with a loose black shirt that rode up a little with how he had his legs up on the couch.

His index finger rested over his lips, elbow over one of his knees. Sometimes his eyebrows would furrow and his lips would purse according to what happened, and—

His eyes met mine. Fuck.

Thankfully, all he did was look back at the TV the moment I looked away. Maybe I was just overthinking.

"Damn, that’s when he—" Gerard paused, looking at me. "Fuck, sorry. Are you okay with spoilers?"

At first, I pondered saying no because I wanted to be surprised and intrigued as things happened, but was it worth not hearing his excited little comments about something he liked so much?

"No, not really," I chuckle softly, "you can comment all you want."

Gerard’s lips curl up into a cute smile. "Okay."

I don't know at what point it happened, exactly, but Gerard was sitting right next to me. It was nice how happy he looked, moving his hand around while explaining stuff, sometimes pointing at the screen or just moving around to follow what he said.

"And— Din, you know who portrays him, right?" He raised an eyebrow at me. He was so close. Cute, though.

"Impossible not to know, with all the current repercussions on The Last of Us, y'know."

"Right," Gerard hummed with a nod, and whatever he said sounded like gibberish because, as he shifted, I could feel his arm right behind my back. "What do you think?"

"Huh? Sorry, I—"

"Sorry, am I bothering you?" He twists his lips a little. "Do you want me to let you watch it in peace or..."

It almost hurt a little that I had made him think that. "No! I like your comments! They're nice, I like the way you see it all and stuff."

Gerard pressed his lips together in a shy smile as his gaze fell to the ground at the same moment a red tone tinted his cheeks. "Well, thank you," he mumbled, scratching the side of his face.

Soon, the episode finished and the preview of the show was displayed on the screen instead, but it wasn't like we would watch anything else.

"—the character designs, you know? I think that's what really gets me! They're well built not just regarding their story, but also their visual, y'know? It's something that inspires me a lot!"

"Oh, Mikey did tell me you go to art school!" I grinned, watching his eyes lighten up. "I guess I have seen one of your works. Was it you who drew Ray, Mikey, and yourself in a cartoon sort of style? With blood and all?"

"Yes!" He nodded frantically. "I decided to make a little something for us because it completed around 10 years that we've been friends! What did you think of it!"

"Loved it! It looked very nice! 'Would love to see more of your works, even." My cheeks heated up a little with how I was advancing, but I still had confidence in myself. After all, Ray said he would like me and Ray knew both of us well.

Gerard’s lips twisted into something between his shy smile and a proud grin as his eyes wandered around the room for a moment. "Well," he mumbled, pulling the strands of hair away from his face, "I can show them to you, anytime."

"That’d be lovely—"

I interrupted myself at the sound of the door being opened, and Gerard and I turned to see Mikey walking in with a sigh. He closes the door behind himself and stands there in silence for a moment as if grounding himself. Only when he opens his eyes again that I dare to speak.

"Hey, Mikes! How did it go?"

Mikey raised his eyebrows a little as he saw Gerard and me on the couch. "Um, went well, I believe! They said they're going to call me in one week in case I'm hired."

"Congrats!" Gerard extended a hand, which Mikey high-fived with a wide grin. "Barnes 'n Nobles?"

"Yeah!" Mikey nodded. "It seems nice, will give me some extra money and the shifts are flexible." He paused and leaned back, glancing past the kitchen's doorway. "Where's mom?"

"She— Isn't she in the kitchen?" Gerard furrowed his eyebrows. "We didn't see her leave. I mean, I didn't. Did you?" He asked me, but I shook my head.

Mikey raised his eyebrows a little and glanced back at the TV before slowly nodding. "Right. (Y/n), I—"

Gerard interrupted his brother by clearing his throat as he slowly put himself up to his feet. The cold air embraced me, making me already miss his closeness. "Well, I got some stuff to work on. See you guys later." He nodded at Mikey and me, his gaze lingering over mine before he disappeared once again.

It was like a trigger. Just the sound of the door to the basement closing already had my cheeks flaring up, which quickly attracted Mikey’s attention.

"Spill it up, you whore," he joked. "C'mon, I'm hungry. I'll grab something then we can go to my room." He remained silent while we got some snacks from the kitchen then rushed upstairs into his room, closing the door behind us. "Tell."

My cheeks start burning again, and I can't meet Mikey's gaze. "There's nothing to tell." I put what I had brought on the desk, and pulled the chair to take a seat.

"Suuure..." He rolled his eyes. "Gerard was looking at you as if you were a brand new Star Wars action figure."

"What kind of comparison is that?" I scoffed, trying to think what it would look like.

"Don't you dare say I didn't warn you when he starts spending more time taking care of his collections than with you." Mikey hummed with a glare while opening a can of Coke, and I can't help but chuckle.

"Yeah, yeah! But Mikey— He's so cute," I groan, burying my face into my hands. I would give anything to spend more time with him like that again.

It was a couple of days later that Ray decided to call for a group hang out again, this time breakfast at a neat café downtown. Mikey didn’t lose time before spilling everything on the gc, so he was curious, being nosy as he was.

The café he chose was something near the dorms, which Ray liked to visit once in a while between lectures because both the price and quality were good. Soft colors took the place while some nice pictures hung from the wall, all of them contributing to a nice atmosphere that was completed by the ambient song.

"Tell me," Ray whined with a pout. "What did you two talk about?"

"I told you!" I widened my eyes a little, playing with the paper around the coffee cup. "We, um, finished watching the first season of The Mandalorian while talking about it then started talking about character design, drawings, and stuff. He even said he could show me more of his drawings if I was interested."

Ray's pout turned into a grin as he clapped lightly. "Wow, that's some good advancement! I can't wait for you two to get together! We can go out Christa and me along with you two!"

"Yeah, right?" I couldn't help but grin as well. "That would be cool."

"Have you two talked ever since?" Frank asked before taking a sip from the straw.

"No, no." I shook my head and pulled my phone from my pocket, getting to Gerard's chat. The last message was me asking to hang out while Mikey was on his job interview. It wouldn't hurt to text him now. It was a wild idea, maybe, but I ended up just typing it. 'Good morning, beautiful,' the message displayed on the screen without being sent yet. "Frank, what if I..." I showed him the screen. "What if I, hm?"

Frank furrowed his eyebrows as he read the message before giggling. "Yeah, yeah, do it!"

"Careful," Mikey hummed. "You don’t wanna die and have Frank advice as the cause on your gravestone!" Words that went ignored by Frank, who just giggled more.

Ray was pouting yet again. "What? What is it?" I showed him the screen as well, watching his eyes widen a little. "Oh, bold!" He chuckled, but it stopped the moment I sent the message. "Wait— You sent it?"

"What?" I almost feel my heart drop inside my chest. Shit, am I rushing things? "C'mon, you all were so positive about it!"

"Ironically!"

"Not me!" Frank shook his head.

"Nooo..." I groaned, burying my face in my hands.

"Well, at least you can know it's 50/50," Ray tried, "either he replies in the same level or... maybe a block."

"Don't exaggerate!" Mikey clicked his tongue. "Not a block, but maybe ignore you, I don't know."

My heart seemed to beat faster at the same proportion it sunk deeper into my chest. "You're not helping—"

Ding. A notification. Everyone fell silent, eyes focused on the phone. A message from Gerard.

Gerard<3:

Good morniiing!!!☀️

"My God," I cried out softly with a hand over my mouth. "He's so cute!" I ended up just letting Ray take my phone from my hand as I continued to freak out both in relief and also at how cute he genuinely was.

"Genuinely pathetically humiliating yourself for a submissive," Frank said in a reprehensible tone, clicking his tongue. "You're freaking out over a good morning with three i's!"

"But Frank!" I groaned, taking my phone back. "I like him so much it hurts..."

Ray hummed, touching my shoulder. "Maybe you should let him know. Like, there's nothing to lose. He is a chill guy, wouldn't be awkward or anything if you like him and all. Unless it affects you a lot, of course."

These three have some sort of power, sometimes, but nothing good. The way they encouraged me always had me acting by fucking impulse. It had its advantages, of course, though sometimes I would be left wondering how easily I could let these three get into my brain.

"Okay." I hummed with a nod. "It's worth a shot, right? And—"

"Me!" Frank raised a hand. "Let me be the one to tell him, please! I'll be like, 'Gee, hear me out, (y/n) wants your ass!' What do you think?"

I stared at him for a moment. "And I really trust you, Ray! I'm counting on you!"

That night, I didn't rethink my choices when I went home. Maybe it was me trying to avoid problems—or what I considered to be problems—, but my mind was troubled with other things when it hit the pillow before sleep took over.

In the morning, Ray had only sent me one message. Done. And there was no coming back.

Gerard hadn't messaged me after the previous day's conversation, and part of me also hope he wouldn't, even if I kept checking my phone every two minutes during classes. Part of it was increased due to how Mikey didn’t go to class that day, just sending me a 'crash by after class' during the lunch break.

I stepped into the Way household like a scared cat, even if the chances of seeing Gerard were small. Donna welcomed me warmly as always, so I just went up to Mikey’s room after she told me where he was.

"Why didn't you go today?"

"Wasn't feeling like it." He twisted his mouth. Mikey was sprawled across the bed.

"Right." I sighed and pulled my notebook from my bag, leaving it over the desk. "In case you need it."

He nodded as a quiet thank you. "Wanna watch The Last Of Us?"

"Can't watch it alone?" I smirked, chuckling at his grimace.

"Fuck you!" Mikey clicked his tongue and reached under his bed to get his laptop. "Be useful and go get us something from the fridge, c'mon!"

I rolled my eyes, sighing as I left my bag hanging from the desk's chair. "I didn't even sit down yet and I'm already being treated as a slave! Fuck you," I said as I exited the room, leaving him snickering behind.

Donna had already disappeared again when I reached downstairs, so I just walked into the kitchen, looking for something Mikey wanted before I grabbed myself something to eat and to drink as well.

"Hey." The quiet voice almost gave me a heart attack. Gerard stood there in the middle of the kitchen, just like a goddamn ghost.

"Hiii..." I said a little breathless, letting the cans of soda and juice on the counter before I closed the fridge.

"So..." Gerard played with his hands a little, eyes wandering around the room. "I, um, I don't want to beat around the bush because it would be harder for me, but... Uh, Ray told me, um, something, and I was wondering if it was true. Maybe not just regarding him, but also regarding you, because..." He ran out of air and cleared his throat, wetting his lips. "I'm sorry for rambling, but..."

The silence felt so thick. As if I was underwater, given how difficult to breathe and to move it felt.

"I..." My mouth felt so dry. "It's true, Gerard. I already had my eye on you a while ago, and I sort of just..." I shrugged a little.

"For real?" He blinked, but his eyes never met mine. "Isn't it some sort of dare or something? I mean, you must be nice if Ray considers you to be one of his best friends, but I wouldn't be able to handle it if it were a dare. I'm so sorry."

"No, no! It not a dare!" I shook my head. I didn’t know what to to with my hands, so I held them together in front of my chest. "I genuinely think you're nice, and cute, and pretty! I wouldn’t lie! Mikey is like, my best friend, I wouldn't dare to hurt you! Well, not just because of him, but also because of you!"

Gerard’s cheeks quickly gained the red tone that adorned them so many times. His hands weren't fidgeting so much. "For real?"

"For real." I smiled softly, and extended my arms in an inviting manner. "Um, a hug?"

Gerard was hesitant at first. He took a small step towards me, though then soon throwing himself in my arms and hiding his face in my shoulder. "Sorry, it's just... no one ever had interest in me or anything, I am always much like a shadow, so..."

"Don't worry about it!" I patted his back softly. "I think you glow, actually. You're so pretty, I— Sorry, I don't want to scare you away."

"It's fine," he almost chuckled. A smile adorned his lips when he pulled away a little, remaining close. "I... Um, I'm wondering if I can..." His eyes drew to my lips a couple of times. Fuck. He's adorable.

"Yeah, go on!" I grinned for a second before I let my lips rest proper, soon meeting his in a sweet kiss that made something stir in my chest in the best way possible. "Was that good!"

"Can I do it again?"

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Heyy, may I request just a grusha x female (or gender neutral if you’d like) reader smut fic? You can do whatever you want with it, creative freedom’s all yours!

🥺🥺 bestie

Creative freedom?! For me??

Don't mind if do!

Warm me please

Cw: cock warming, temperature play ish, Yandere behavior, toxic behavior, stalking, horror

Yuki-onna!Grusha x Gn!reader

Blankets of snow cover the ground, trees covered in frost, twinkling spears of ice dangle from its delicate branches. Beautiful yet harsh; a silent killer for those who do not know the dangers among the seeming pure white.

The wind carries the snowflakes pelting you in the face. You raise your arm in hopes it would stop the onslaught to no avail. Your body screams for warmth but you will yourself to keep going. With each breath you take, the snowfall laced with deadly cold air chokes you. But you had to keep going.

For the thing that lurks in the snow and the blizzard is coming.

Having just escaped your icy prison, you’re on the run. And your captor is chasing you.

And this winterland is his hunting ground. He knows the snowy mountains like the back of his hand.

Your heart stops as the snow fall begins to pick up into a blizzard. The wind whips the snow so hard it’s very difficult to keep moving.

In the howling wind, you hear a crunch, the sound of snow falling onto the ground.

Don't look behind you.

Don't look behind you.

Don't look behind you!

Your curiosity gets the better of you as you slowly turn your head, taking just a glance behind you.

A figure, a silhouette coming for you.

Your heart jumps in your stomach turning fast. The snow is thick and you’re freezing but you force your legs to move hoping that the adrenaline of being caught is enough strength.

However the silhouette is far faster. At first glance it appears so far away but in no time you feel a hand grabbing the back of your throat. Enough strength stopping you dead in your tracks. His voice, his breath, his hand snakes around the front of your throat, you feel as hot breath against your neck. Well it's called fingers dig into your flesh.

"You didn't think I'd catch you did you?"

You try to stifle your crying but it only makes the hand around you tighten.

"Answer me." He whispers in a threatening tone. All you could do is shake your head.

Your answer satisfies him.

"Do you know how dangerous it is out here? You aren't wearing anything you would have froze to death if I hadn't found you." His grip tightens once again. It’s getting harder to breathe. But he doesn't care, lifting you up in his arms. You see his warm smile, his icy blue eyes and his blue hair.

"Let's go home," with no more oxygen you black out.

Only to wake up wrapped in a black blanket on a rug warm fire in the same cabin you tried to escape from. Your head is killing you and your body feels numb as you try to sit up, gazing ideally into the fire. Your body shakes, not because you are cold, but because you notice the metal chain attached to your leg, bolted against a metal plate screwed into the floor. A pair of arms wrap around you.

"I had to. You disobeyed me and escaped, I did this for your own safety."

His fingertips, ice cold, move underneath the yard blanket, caressing your naked skin. You haven't even realize you were naked.

"Stealing my coat and scarf too? I have to admit it looked cute on you, but not when you are 10 ft away from me. You won't be needing them anymore or any clothes for that matter…" The ice demon purrs before grabbing your blanket and ripping it off you. Grusha lifts you with ease, placing you in his lap. It's cold body against your warm one.

"Mmh. Your warm body feels so good. You gave me quite a scare. You felt so cold, as though you were going to die." His breath quickens.

"Don't. Ever do that to me again."

"I'm sorry.” You could only murmur. His eyes widen until he busts out into laughter, a crazed laugh.

"Your pathetic apology isn't enough, my dear. As priceless as it was, I have to punish you." Grusha pulls you closer to him; your back pressing against his bare chest

You feel his cock press against you, naked, it’s the only realization that you aren’t the only one without clothes.

His fingers play with your heated core, cold clashing with warmth, making you squirm, but he holds you in place firmly. He won't let you escape not this time. Not ever.

Besides his inflamed hot cock, his entire body chilling you.

"So warm" Grusha mumbles. Your warm body is intoxicating but it wasn't enough; Grusha needed more. Obsessed with how warm and soft humans are. He craves the heat between your legs. To be inside you and envelop himself in your hot body. To burn himself up in your wet warm walls and fill you with his own warmth.

The ice spirit rocks himself against you, his fingers digging into your thighs. He wraps an arm around your legs, lifting you up, his other hand stroking is cock, maneuvering it underneath you, his tip now prodding you open.

"Fuck…" He mutters, his breath tickling your ear, as his cock finally pushes inside you.

Grusha's breath hitches, his cock is twitching inside you, feeling you squirm in his lap.

"Stop, don’t move…this is supposed to be a punishment. Sit here and keep me warm."

You obey, staying still, his rigid cold body against your soft skin, aching cock deep inside you. Pressing so tightly against you. You could feel every ripple of his muscles.

Your eyes try not to focus on his dick stretching you out and instead focus on the huge scar on his pale skin. Trying not to focus on how close he is to you, his chin resting on your shoulder, his hands all over your chest rubbing your sides, cold fingers tracing over your nipples. His teeth and tongue occasionally nipping and tasting the shell of your ear.

"Your heartbeat… I can feel it; I can hear it.

So alive, so warm. Been so long since I've had one so comforting. Never leave me again."

"Never leave me cold again."

[mothdruid]

The Physics of Love - Prologue

series masterlist | part one

pairing.

robert 'bob' floyd x afab!reader

warnings.

insecurities, previously experienced misogyny in STEM, self-doubt. this content is meant for those who are 18 and older.

authors note.

professor coleman (hondo) is a real one who loves his students. but let me know what you think so far! i will be doing a tag list for this series, so if you would like to join that, let me know.

The red ink stared back at you menacingly. Every minus one, minus two, minus three points marks taunting you. Sixty-eight out of one hundred. It wasn’t the worst you had scored in the class, but it was too far into the semester for you to drop. If only you had actually considered it a few weeks ago. That foolish woman in STEM mentality got the better of you though.

“If there are any issues with scores, let me know after class.” Professor Coleman announced.

It was as if the whole classroom failed, many students hanging back to talk with Professor Coleman. And you were no exception, slowly packing your bag while leaving your test on the table. You flipped through it a little bit as you waited after packing. It wasn’t that you were embarrassed, you just weren’t sure what to do from here on out.

“Issue with your score?” Professor Coleman asked.

You shook your head, letting out a soft chuckle.

“No, I just,” your hand tightened on the marked up papers, “don’t know what to do.”

Professor Coleman gave you a questioning look. You watched as he adjusted his glasses, staring at you with an odd kindness. The tension in your shoulders started to dissipate, your body finally relaxing enough to let your frustration sift into worry.

“If I don’t pass this class, boom, bam, degree gone,” you set the packet on the table. It was annoying to think that this class would potentially make it or break it for you. Stripping you of that geology degree you had yearned for since junior high. Math? A struggle but doable. Chem? Not too bad. Physics? The bane of your existence.

“It’s not like the final is next week. You have passed both exams so far.”

“Barely,” your hands were starting to clench up. It was a nervous habit, one you couldn’t seem to shake.

“Still passed though,” Professor Coleman offered you a smile.

"My degree requires a C plus, something that looks impossible right now," you sighed, tightly running your forefinger and thumb across your forehead to block your vision. It was beyond frustrating.

"Have you thought about looking for a tutor?"

A tutor? Was he being serious? How could anyone help you learn this cursed subject? Let alone get you to retain the information. Plus, you had tried it last semester. It ended in a bit of a failure, on your part and the tutors.

"Yeah, last semester. Tutor got frustrated because I couldn't pick it up, and I got frustrated about not picking it up quickly and it was just," you removed your hand only to be greeted with a soft frown, "it didn't work."

"Would you be willing to give it another try?" Professor Coleman asked, pushing his hands in his pockets.

"I uh… I don't know. I'm not a huge fan of the tutor program here, especially after last semester." You looked over at him with a frown and shrugged. "Maybe this is the universe's way of telling me to give up on geology."

"Hey, some of the best things in life are hard to get, and this might be one of them." Coleman smiled softly at you.

Doubt with a hint of shame swirled around your mind. A storm cloud that didn't want to dissipate. As much as you wanted to believe his words, it was hard. It was hard enough to make it in this field anyways. Hell, any STEM major was hell to get into. It was exceptionally worse though being a female in the field though. You had had classmates and professors act as if you didn't belong among them. And now, it felt like it was all true.

"What if I found you a tutor? Hand picked by me," Coleman shrugged, his words catching your attention.

"Oh, you don't have to do that, I can just fail and go about taking it next semes-"

"I don't want to see you fail."

The two of you stood there for a moment, staring at each other. Coleman had been the first professor that had seemed to actually care about how you did, which was rare for a STEM professor. Most of them had a sink or swim mentality with their subjects, but not him. Not good ole Hondo.

You had heard about Professor Coleman through a few of your other classmates in your program. He used to be an astrophysicist for NASA but then decided to pursue the field of teaching. Or at least that is what you heard through the grapevine. He taught a collection of undergrad students and grad students. You heard Professor Mitchell call him crazy one time for teaching so many students, but you didn't think that Professor Mitchell had much room to talk.

"I don't know if anyone you pick will put up with my incompetence for physics," you hate to admit it, but it was true. You were incompetent at the subject, basically hopeless.

"You're not incompetent, we all have areas we struggle with. I have the perfect person in mind anyways," Professor Coleman said with a smile while leaning back against his desk, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yeah? Who?" You gave him a curious look.

"It will be a surprise," Coleman said as he pushed up off his desk. He took a few steps over to you. "He will be helpful and patient, because it sounds like you haven't had much of that so far."

"But what if–"

Professor Coleman held his hand up to stop your words.

"No buts, and please just trust me."

"Fine, but if this doesn't work out," you grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulder, "you're paying for my second semester of Physics ll."

Professor Coleman grinned, holding his hand out for you to take. The two of you shook hands, sealing the deal. As much as you didn't want to, there was an overwhelming feeling about you failing flowing through you. It felt like the only outcome, all your insecurities about your place in the world bubbling to the surface. But somewhere, deep down inside of you was a bubble or two, telling you that this tutor would help you survive the rest of the semester.

[strangesthirdeye]

ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ (sʜᴇʀʟᴏᴄᴋ x ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

Summary: Born in a wise family does not mean that one person is the same.

Warning: IT'S SHERLOCK AS A DAD! WE LOVE HIM! medium angst, sad, not so bad achievements, stress, Sherlock being a great dad, struggling to achieve better results, comparison, inadequate feeling, fluff, love.

As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.

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Not good enough. That's what you think in your mind when you see the exam trial results on the school's official website. Passed but not enough. No A's, no B's but lots of C's. That's it. Passed but did not achieve excellence.

You don't know whether to feel relieved, happy or sad. Because all the feelings are mixed inside you. You just stare at your laptop screen with a blank face. Is this what you got after a long effort? Is this the result of your hard work? What is missing? what needs to be added? what else do you need to do to get the best results?

More importantly, is this the result you will show your father in the hope that he will be proud of you? You are just dreaming. Your body doesn't move and everything is quiet in your bedroom. Only the sound of your father's and John's voice can be heard in addition to the sound of traffic outside the flat. You let out a shaky breath and slowly closed your laptop. eyes are closed tightly and both your hands are clasped in front and placed on your face. You then lean your head on your hands.

Tired, disappointed, sad and the feeling of failure in yourself is bubbling up in your mind. You feel so stupid all of a sudden. Born in the Holmes family that has intelligent family members makes you feel like you are the lowest in the family. Although your grandmother is a genius woman, you are only close to your grandfather because you feel that your grandfather is the most normal person for you because he understands and is quite familiar with everything. No wonder you'll just stick with your grandfather every time you go to Musgrave Hall.

Not only that, Your uncle Mycroft and your father inherited your grandmother's wisdom making them a successful and genius in all things. Your uncle Mycroft works with the Government while your father is a consulting detective. Isn't that work only for geniuses?.

After a few months of hard work that's all you got? What will your father say later? did he scold you because you didn't get the best results? Oh god, now you think you are the weakest in terms of wisdom in the Holmes family. Lots of your friends get the best results in their exams even though they don't have genius family members. But you?

you sighed in frustration before getting up from the chair and plopped down on the bed face first before wrapping your head with both of your arms as if you were trying to hide yourself. You father and uncle John are still arguing about God knows what. Probably about the cases they receive. You are not someone who likes to know about other people's affairs. It's just none of your business so you just leave it alone.

But right now you care about what your father would say and do if he knew your achievements. Your bad performance.

The arguing between two adult men seems to have subsided, which makes the flat peaceful and quiet. Probably they are tired of arguing again so they just decided it would be better if they both shut up. At least you have time to cool down from feeling disappointed and anxious.

The two men seemed to be whispering about something that you can't catch with what they are talking about which is okay because well it's probably about cases. You don't always follow them solving a cases because that's not what you're interested in. And one more thing, you don't possess deduction ability like your father so you think you better stay behind. You let out a small sigh that seemed almost to cry.

Yes, you are crying but you don't want your cry to be heard by the two grown men outside your room. Your father is not the kind of man who always shows his affection to others, which is a little difficult for you to deal with. So mostly all your problems will be told to John as John always gives good advice.

You raised your head and wiped your tears with your sleeve before returning to your position before. Maybe you were too busy crying because you didn't hear the knock on your door followed by your father's voice calling your name.

"Y/n, dinner is ready" Sherlock said behind the door.

"In a second!" you replied loudly, managing to hide the hint of sadness.

The other side is silent Probably your dad has gone. You sighed heavily before getting up from the chair and brushing yourself with your hands trying to get rid of the wrinkles on your shirt. You wipe your tears with the sleeves of your shirt several times. You saw your face in the mirror, you sighed again when you noticed that your eyes were red and slightly swollen from crying. Well, you can't hide this.

"Dammit" you cursed under your breath. Ignored that, you moved yourself toward the door.

There your dad is standing motionless in front of your door with his neutral face. You jerked in shock and took a few stepped back. You looked up at him in skepticism.

"What are you doing?" You frowned, looking down, wiping your wet cheeks with your sleeves.

Sherlock cocked his head to the side slightly, eyes narrowed at you. " you've been crying"

"I'm not" you denied, walked past him after trying to close you door room but then Sherlock put his hand on your door room with his hand. Blocking the door slammed shut.

"You are" Sherlock replied, walking into your room, ignoring your protested. His eyes scanning your room, looking through the cause of your sudden emotion. His eyes suddenly stopped at your laptop that still on. He bowed slightly to looked at you laptop screen, he squinted his eyes at the brightness.

You pursed your lips. "dad, can we just-"

"what's this?" Sherlock muttered, eyes still focusing on the screen.

You were silent. Not brave enough to answer what your father asked. It's like the sentence you wanted to say has disappeared like dust in the wind. Nothing. Your mind goes blank.

Sherlock turned his gaze on you. "Y/n"

"It's-" you paused. "can we just have dinner? please" You pleaded.

"Why are you hiding this?" Sherlock replied, ignoring your previous question.

You are silent again. Sherlock looked back at your exam results.

"Yo-"

"I've tried my best!" you cried out.

Sherlock became silent upon hearing your confession.

"I tried but it's still the same. I studied day and night really hard but it's the same. All those revisions and studying I did didn't yield the results I thought. It's like I'm destined to fail in everything even though it's very simple. Seeing my friends getting good results and being able to make their family proud makes me wonder if I can make my family proud, especially my own dad. I mean, he's a detective and he's very smart. He probably has a daughter who is also smart like him but not. His daughter is just a teenage girl who works really hard to fail again and again. Why? Because she does not possess the same wisdom as her other family members. She just.. Normal" you confessed.

Sherlock stared at you for a moment. You pursed your lips as you tried not to cry, tears started to form on your eyelids. You looked at your dad who was still silent and stared at you with an unreadable reaction. You sighed.

"nevermind about that.. I'm just overreacting.. I'm too emotional. You don't need to do anything.. I can handle it.. I'm just going to dinner" You walked closer to your study table to close the laptop .

Sherlock grabbed your hand making you stop moving. You pulled your hand to let go but you dad just tightened his grip making you stop struggling. You suddenly feel like crying. You don't know why you suddenly felt like you were returning to the body of a little girl under his gaze.

"Sweetie.."

Hearing that old nickname you were given as a child brought tears to your eyes. Sherlock then pulled your body closer to him. Hugging you as if you were still a child. A little girl who is always tailing her dad no matter where.

You sniffles as Sherlock rubbed your back a few times to coax you. He may not be good at expressing his sentiment towards others but he will show it in his own way even though it is a bit eccentric but he tried.

" I know you work hard to make dad proud, I know you spend time studying to achieve good results. I know you are always smart but in your own way. Failing is not forever, you can try and try again. Even if you don't being good at something doesn't mean you can't try to succeed. I don't care if your results are lower than your classmates or you don't get the high results you want, you still make me proud, you are still able to stay standing even though reality doesn't allow it. Being a Holmes doesn't mean you have to be intelligent. You are you. You have your own way of expressing your wisdom to everyone. Even though the exam results disappointed you, it still made me proud" Sherlock said in your ear as he keeps rubbing your back.

" I'm scared that you're disappointed with me.." you muttered while sniffling.

"No I don't, you will never disappoint me. I know you will try and try to succeed. I may seem not to express any sentiment to others but I will show it in my own way. Especially when it comes to you" your dad replied as he kisses your crown of hair.

You nuzzled against his neck. "I don't know what to do if you are disappointed with me, that's why I try to hide it from you.. I'm sorry"

"No, don't be sorry for things you can't achieve. You've tried, I won't be disappointed or angry with you. If I'm angry and upset with you, probably your uncle John will shoot me in the head with his gun" Sherlock smirked.

You smile at that as you keep hugging your dad. Head nuzzled against his neck finding comfort in his arms.

"I love you, dad" you whispered early, loud enough for your father to reply.

"I love you too, sweetie"

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hi! For the family day event, I'm thinking of Papa Zigvolt and Trey? Trey just sees Sebek dragging this older gentleman who looks a lot like a more smiley, softer version of himself looking very confused before stopping right in front of him before saying " CLOVER THIS IS MY FATHER THE DENIST" and then Trey is just so excited to talk teeth

THEY'RE MEAN THEY'RE LEAN AND THEY'RE GREEN just like the vegetables L*ona refuses to eat--

I'm sorry if I'm getting these NRC Family Day interactions out sort of slowly!! I've been working on a few substantially larger/longer fics on the side (one of which I hope to get out within the next few days to pay homage to The Little Mermaid). Until then, enjoy the green hair duo :3c

Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.

"Wow, Sebek! Your school's so big and fancy. You really go to such an amazing place to learn? I always knew you were really talented, but now I'm even more impressed! You're such a cool kid, I can't believe I get to call you my son."

Sebek grunted, only half acknowledging whatever nonsense his father was now spouting. Mr. Zigvolt had been at it since he passed through the NRC gates, gushing about every little thing he laid his eyes on and praising his child in that mild-mannered way only a normal, unremarkably bland human could.

Sebek supposed that it was only natural that the weak-minded were blown away by that which laid beyond their grasp, and yet his entire face still warmed. (He had insisted its source was annoyance, but Lilia begged to differ. "Aw, you're so cute when you're embarrassed, Sebek. Excited for your father to pay you a visit, hmm?")

“That’s enough talk out of you,” Sebek snapped, his volume revving up. He was ahead of his father by several brisk paces. “Stop dragging your feet and gawking!! If you’re going to behave like a common tourist, then I will have no qualms about leaving you in my dust!!"

Mr. Zigvolt blinked, adjusting his glasses. The lenses were grimy, smeared with traces of oil from his fingers. "Ah, is your blood sugar low? It's about lunch time, and I know we've been walking around the campus all day... You must be hungry."

"Wh-What!! No, that's not what I..."

Mr. Zigvolt stuffed his hands into his pockets and rifled around. He produced a ball of hard sugar in colorful polka dot wrapping paper and held it out to his son. "Here, have a piece of candy to tide you over. We can get you something more filling at the cafeteria later."

“NO, I DO NOT WANT A PIECE OF CANDY!!” Sebek boomed.

His voice carried through the entire courtyard, drawing attention from passing families. ("Mama, why's the big forehead guy shouting?" a little kid asked of their parent. "Shhh, don't make eye contact with him!" their mother hissed.)

"I am no longer a child! I am 16 years of age, and a young man at that!! I'm not to be subjected to this juvenile treatment!" Sebek insisted loudly, batting away his father's hand.

"Oh..." Mr. Zigvolt replaced the candy in his pocket and offered a sheepish grin. "Well, you can always ask me if the mood ever strikes."

He was so plain, so even-mannered and inoffensive. So... dull. His father was nothing like his mother--powerful, commanding, and boisterous, every bit as proud as her fae bloodline. How was he possible descended from such a man?!

"Gnnkgh!" A hand flew to Sebek's temple, and he let out a groan. "You can be so... infuriating!"

A voice so similar to his father's in tone met him. "I'd know that thundering voice anywhere. So it was you after all, Sebek."

The first year froze, his words catching in his throat. "Y-Y-You are...!!"

Mr. Zigvolt raised his eyebrows at the boy approaching from across the lawn. He bore thick black spectacles and a red vest, a club painted below his right eye. "Who's that, Sebek? Friend of yours?"

"H-He is no such thing!!" Sebek latched onto his father's arm and tugged hard, suddenly frantic to escape the scene. "C-Come then, make haste! We have many more esteemed faculty members to speak with!!"

"Hold on, Sebek. Don't go running away from me now. I promise I won't bite."

"G-Gah!!"

Sebek nearly fell backward when Trey popped up to his right. He had just been a few yards away seconds ago—how had he manifested so suddenly?

The freshman grappled at what remained of his composure, mustering a haughty response. "For a mere human, you managed to catch up to us rather quickly."

“It’s kind of hard to not notice you shouting from across the courtyard," Trey pointed out. “And I wouldn’t call myself speedy, but I guess that comes from playing soccer and whipping up cupcakes as a kid.

"But hey, that's enough about me. I'm glad I caught you. I wanted to say thanks for helping Ace and Deuce with their homework the other day. They just barely scraped by getting beheaded for failing thanks to the points from that assignment."

"Hmph! Their collective incompetence was an eyesore for the entire library, that's all! Moreover, their loud dawdling was disturbing my own studies!!" Sebek smirked (not realizing the irony in him complaining about other people's loudness). "As vice dorm leader, you should be ashamed that you have not properly disciplined your card soldiers!!"

"Er... sorry? Still, I appreciate that you helped out your fellow freshmen. It saved me a lot of trouble in the long run."

"I didn't do it for YOU!! And besides that, you shouldn't be relying on others to fulfill your duties for you!!"

Mr. Zigvolt observed their interaction with rapt awe. It took Trey a few moments, but at last he took notice of the unassuming man standing beside Sebek.

"Excuse me. You are...?"

"N-NO ONE OF REAL IMPORTANCE!!" Sebek interjected, hastily wedging himself between his father and the upperclassman. At the same time, Mr. Zigvolt said, "I'm Sebek's dad."

Though the son most certainly drowned out his father, it was Mr. Zigvolt's statement that Trey honed in on. His yellow grape eyes widened with realization.

"Mr. Zigvolt? THE Mr. Zigvolt?!" Trey asked, a new sparkle set to his irises. He excitedly clasped the older man's hands. "You're him?! The dentist? Sebek's told me so much about you!

“I’m Trey Clover, a third year student. It's a dream come true to finally meet you, sir."

"Oh, he has?" Mr. Zigvolt brightened too. "It’s so good to know that Sebek has made new friends at school! He's only ever played with Silver back home, I was worried he wouldn't branch out of his comfort zone.”

“F-Father…!! Do not converse with him!! And Clover, you WILL refrain from this conversation!!”

"You have to tell me more about your dental practice!" Trey begged, ignoring Sebek. "I heard that you deal with a wide range of clientele. Since there are so many different species of fae, their teeth must be extremely different as well.

“You must have so much knowledge and experience under your belt. I’d love to be able to learn more from you.”

“Ah, it’s so rare to find people your age who take an interest in dentistry!”

"H-HEY, ARE EITHER OF YOU HUMANS LISTENING TO ME?!"

“Not now, Sebek! I’m listening to your dad,” Trey said dismissively. His attention returned to Mr. Zigvolt. “I’m just a hobbyist myself! I have spare oral hygiene supplies lying around, and I use a unique shape of toothbrush for the different areas of my mouth—but I’m sure that pales in comparison to the tools at your disposal, sir.”

“It depends! Sometimes it takes a little extra elbow grease or modifications to my current tools. For example, my wife and children all have slightly curved, conical incisors. Think like the teeth of a crocodile. They need a good, thorough flossing, and an extraction tool that conforms well to that curved shape.

"In nature, that flossing would be done by plover birds. Have you heard of them? They pick out leftover food from inbetween the teeth of crocodiles. It’s a symbiotic relationship.”

“In fact, I have! It’s very different than what we do. Some of my students don’t even brush their teeth twice a day… It’d take a load off my back knowing that birds could swoop down and clean their teeth for them in their sleep.

“My younger siblings have the same issue. It’s pretty bad for them and my dorm members alike since they all readily have access to sweets. There’s no shortage of cake in the family bakery or at Heartslabyul’s unbirthday parties.”

“That’s the trouble with kids sometimes, they don’t always realize the importance of dental hygiene. I’ve never had an issue with Sebek though. He’s always been good about cleaning his teeth.”

“Really! So diligent. I mean, Sebek’s diligent in his studies too, but I didn’t think it extended to oral care too.”

“Yes, that’s my Sebek! Very serious in everything he does.”

Mr. Zigvolt chuckled as he counted off the memories. “He’d pretend to slay monsters with his toothbrush. One of his favorite ones was this neon design. It would play a little jingle when you pressed a button on it. He’d tell me and his mother that he wanted to have a pristine smile for his prin—”

“THAT’S ENOUGH, FATHER!!” This time, nostrils flaring, Sebek barreled at his dad and completely walled him off. It was simple feat, given the first year’s imposing stature. With a scathing glare lobbed at Trey, he began to herd Mr. Zigvolt off. “We can’t be late for a very important date to speak with the instructors!!”

“Huh, did we lose track of the time…?”

“Ahahahah…” Trey’s awkward laugh cut the tension like a knife. “I think your son’s just being bashful.”

“ME, BASHFUL?!” Sebek looked as though his soul had been sucked right out of his body. He fought to maintain a frown and his staunch stance. “P-PREPOSTEROUS!!”

Sebek’s instant denial only made Trey’s mouth twist. “You think so?”

But the fact is that, despite all his protesting, he still let us talk. Mr. Zigvolt was so happy to talk about his profession, and about his son. Deep down, there must be a part of Sebek that wants to understand his dad’s love for him too. Maybe that’s why he…

“What’s with that smug look on your face, human?!” Sebek challenged, rattling Trey from his thoughts. “I don’t like it!!”

“Aaaah, Sebek! Please, let’s not fight with your friend! He’s such a nice young man, please don’t yell at each other.”

“We are NOT friends!!”

Trey curiously inclined his head to one side. “… Sebek, your dad’s a great guy. I hope you realize that.”

“Wh-What!! I…” Sebek faltered, then doubled down. “Do not presume to tell me how to think!! My father is… he is…”

A human. Someone he could never hope to understand—but someone who loved him regardless. Never angry, always patient.

Sebek hesitated, and the statement was left unfinished.

“… Sebek,” Mr. Zigvolt said gently, “it’s okay. I think we’d better get going. I held us up, and your teachers are still waiting to hear from us, right?”

Sebek clenched his teeth, a muscle in his jaw ticking. “… Yes,” he said very stiffly. “Let’s go. I would not wish to stain the young master’s good name by being tardy for an arrangement.”

“Well, good luck then,” Trey offered. “It was nice meeting you, Mr. Zigvolt.”

“It was nice meeting you too, Trey-kun.” Mr. Zigvolt smiled softly. It was the smile of the average man, not particularly outstanding or beautiful--but it was full of tenderness like a sweet that melted upon contact with the tongue. "Thank you for supporting my son."

[projectbluearcadia]

[P1] His (Their) Queen

NSFW Sub!Barbatos x F!MC x Dom!Lucifer Spice Rating - 3/4 DON'T BURN YOURSELF

[ Part 1 ] [ Part 2 ]

[ Story Premise: You are the wife of Diavolo, and you're a bit annoyed with the slight disrespect Barbatos shows you one morning. You decide to show him who's boss... except Lucifer, your former lover, catches you and doesn't like your abuse of power. ]

@lost-in-time-wanderer

"And Diavolo watched, full-well knowing this would happen, with his delicious fingers clutched tight around his throbbing, monstrous-" *SLAP* Ow... Not so hard, Luci...

Wordcount - 1351

smutty notes (consult if you haven't read my smut before)

“Your highness, your breakfast waits for you in the dining hall,” Barbatos murmurs against your ear, gently shaking you by the shoulder as you nuzzle your pillow. 

“Don’t want to…” Barbatos chuckles in response.

“Did his majesty tire you that much last night?” You blink your eyes open and give the butler a warning look. Honestly, the only reason you’re perturbed is because of his tone. It doesn’t seem like he’s respecting you as Prince Diavolo’s spouse. Why is he suddenly deciding to show you insolence now?

“Watch your tongue. Do not speak of my personal affairs with such carelessness.” 

“Hm? Why is that? Are you afraid I’ll tell your former lover everything you’ve screamed in the middle of the night?” Barbatos’ lips curve upwards. “Rest assured, I would never do anything so crass. I am your faithful servant, after all.” 

Is… Is he mocking you? 

“Of course. Now hurry up and dress me,” you huff, an idea slowly pooling in your head as you stand up, watching Barbatos’ eyes briefly and dangerously linger on your half-destroyed lingerie. He, however, was faithful to his job and undressed you with expert care, pretending your naked body was nothing of importance. 

“Would you like me to repair it?” Barbatos asks, spreading the extravagant underwear over his gloved hands for you, and you nod. 

“Both my husband and I liked it; please do.” 

“I will do my best, given the extent of the damage… though these stains may be a bit difficult to remove without ruining this fabric.” 

“Barbatos,” you softly growl, irritated, and he looks at you innocently enough as your idea takes shape. “Since you seem to be implying that those stains are somehow shameful,” You sit down, folding your arms over your breasts, “I want you to get down on your knees. Right now.” 

The butler, to his credit, doesn’t flinch at the order. “As you wish, my lady,” he replies and kneels before you, a faint blush scattering over his cheekbones as he lowers his head in submission. You admit it sends a lovely little thrill through you. Diavolo won’t mind; he already made it clear that he would willingly share you with Lucifer if you wanted that. 

“Lick it,” you order him coolly, and he looks up at you in surprise, his face turning more pink by the second.

“I-I’m sorry?” His composure slipped, though he recovered quickly. It was a pity, considering how adorable he was… “Your highness, what exactly are you telling me to lick?” 

“The thing you just so carelessly implied was dirty. I’m telling you to lick my cunt.” 

Barbatos stares at you for several moments in shocked silence, his blush starting to reach his ears. 

“My…” He licks his lips, though his eyes flick away from your face. “My lady, that isn’t my privilege.” I knew he loved me like everyone else, but I never thought he’d say something like that. 

“Do you think calling it a privilege will get you out of it? Please me, before I lose my patience.” Barbatos noticeably swallows before he leans closer to you. 

“Then… pardon me,” he murmurs as he places one hand on the inside of your thigh, parting your legs a little more before he slowly traces his tongue against your thigh, up to your lower lips. He looks up at you, and his desire is quickly becoming apparent. He softly groans as he fully buries his face between your legs, his wet, soft tongue lathering you in saliva. 

You try to keep your cool, although that plan quickly fails as Barbatos starts eating you out in sincerity, his tongue flicking and swirling against your bud like he knew exactly how you loved it. God, I’m already close, you think with a soft moan, trying to make him work for it as much as possible. Either way, this is not going to be a once-and-done th—

You cry out in surprise as you feel Barbatos pinch your nub in his lips before he presses hard into you like he wants you to suffocate him. He moans, absorbed and possibly even obsessed. He’s getting into this a lot more than you expected, not that you’re really complaining.

“MC, are you oka—” are the words that stop your impending orgasm as you glance over, wide-eyed to find your old flame, Lucifer, staring at you from the doorway to your bedroom. 

“...Hi, Lucifer,” you say awkwardly, and it vaguely occurs to you that Barbatos hasn’t stopped licking you, happily still trying to please you. Lucifer’s brows furrow, and he begins walking closer. 

“I can guess what happened, knowing you, but you are married, MC,” Lucifer rumbles, grabbing your chin and tilting your head up. Barbatos groans into you, and you moan out a response, sending a blush into Lucifer’s face. 

“Diavolo doesn’t mind,” you breathe, and Lucifer growls at you. 

“It doesn’t sit well with me. It seems like someone’s decided to be a spoiled little brat since she became royalty.” 

“Y-You should learn some respect,” you gasp, trying to be firm but miserably failing. You find yourself remembering the battles for dominance you used to have with Lucifer… The way he’d make you scream when he won. 

“No,” Lucifer murmurs, tracing his thumb over your lips, muffling a moan. “I think… that you need to learn some respect…and I will thoroughly teach you.” 

“Luci—hmnn.” Lucifer kisses you, teasing your mouth like he always used to. “Nnn! Oh! Barbatos!” You find yourself finally losing yourself as Barbatos pushes you over the edge, making you lose all sense as you cum, and he licks and swallows every drop like he’s starved for it. You pant and ask: “B-Barbatos, did you learn some sense?” 

“I admit I misspoke…” Barbatos replies, his cheeks still bright and rosy and his lips shining with your juices. “Is there any other way I can serve you, your highness?” 

“Don’t serve her,” Lucifer growls, an excited look crossing over his face as you pant, your chin held up by Lucifer’s fingers. “A slutty girl like her doesn’t deserve pleasure yet, does she, MC?” 

Without even realizing it, you nod, and Lucifer’s grin grows even wider. Fuck, old habits die hard… you think, biting your lip. But… it’s been a while… 

“You’re being cruel, Lucifer,” Barbatos murmurs, kissing your calf. “She is essentially our ruler… an authority which I so rudely impinged upon.” He strokes your leg up and down, massaging it gently, softly chuckling in that cute way of his.

“Ruler,” he scoffs. “A ruler like her needs to be kept in check. Preferably with a firm hand.” Lucifer squeezes your hip, and you whimper. “Stand up.” 

And without giving you the opportunity to respond, Lucifer returns to kissing you, moving you past Barbatos as your legs dangerously wobble. It must have been Diavolo last night; he was probably the reason you were already starting to shake. I mean, you couldn’t be sore and exhausted with just one or two rounds with sex fiends like Lucifer and Diavolo. Curse your husband for making you lose to Lucifer…! 

“Barbatos, you’re dying to touch more of her, aren’t you?” Lucifer murmurs against your ear, making you bump and twitch against something solid—the front of his lean body. You can feel the cold tickle of metal buttons on your neck and pressed down either side of your spine. His RAD medal jamms uncomfortably against your shoulder blade, though you’re paying more attention to the hard bulge he’s pressing you against. Even through two layers of clothing, you can still feel its general shape. “Give her breasts plenty of attention.” 

“I will only do so if her highness wishes it,” is Barbatos’ loyal reply, although his eyes are begging for the permission to do it. He wants to absolutely spoil—no, worship—you. 

“Do it, Barbatos,” you order, semi-commandingly, and Barbatos covers his mouth to stifle a soft moan. Faintly, you realize he’s also nursing a stiff length, and you’re not quite sure when it started, but you’re starting to really like the idea of letting him edge the absolute shit out of himself.  

At least you’ll suffer together.