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channieismyboy · 4 months ago

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chanel chance

{dilf!seonghwa x f!reader}

synopsis: How can y/n endure living with Mr. Park for 3 days when all she can think about is him... and he's nowhere to be found

masterlist | chanel chance - part 4

warnings: this one has some small spice (blink and you'll miss it), age difference (y/n is 21, seonghwa is 29), eventual smut, kind of slow burn, sad attempts at humor

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"Stay with me," I uttered without even fully realizing what I had just said. I can see the slightly shocked expression plastered on her face, doe eye widening, did i go too far?

"I really can't. I don't wish to intrude like that." she says waving her hands nervously in the air while giving a small sheepish smile. Why did I ask her to stay with me? Why is she nervous around me? I cock my head to the side and shrug.

"Unless you have anyone else to turn to, I'm your best bet Ms. L/n. You won't be intruding anyway. I'm not uncomfortable with it and I think Jieun would be delighted to have you over for 3 days." Hopefully this can convince her more.

She exhales while blushing slightly. What is going on inside her mind? And why does she look so cute thinking to herself? I can't be thinking these things right now...

"I'll stay with you."

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It's been decided. You will be staying at Mr. Park's home. You begin to think about what might occur when staying with him, still shocked at his unexpected kindness.

You arrive at your apartment building after driving for about 30 minutes. Most of the ride was spent on call with both your uncle and aunt explaining the situation. As Mr. Park drives closer to the building you see many fire trucks and police cars located around it. The scene bustling with people going in and out of the building holding suitcases and various bags.

"This must be your place right?" he states the obvious, eyes still on the scene.

"Yeah, it's no mansion," you laugh awkwardly. "Alright, I'll be right back. Just give me about 20 minutes and I'll be done packing," you state while exiting the car. "Let me help you," he says while swiftly leaving the car and promptly joining your side. Once again, you can't say no to the man.

You enter the building, trying to get through the commotion. It's a short walk to your floor. You reflect on your differing lifestyles on the way there. How modest and humble your life is compared to his extravagant way of life. You feel slightly embarrassed that Mr. Park is accompanying you as he now gets a more intimate glimpse into how you live.

"This is it," you say while unlocking the door to your apartment, getting a small peek inside of it. Your eyes widen and you realize that your place is a complete mess. Since your roommate left, there have been many leftover boxes scattered around your place. You don't need Mr. Park to see just how messy your place can get. However, you can't just leave a goddamn ceo waiting outside. You quickly close the door and face Mr. Park. "Uhm, why don't you wait out here for a sec?". He nods in agreement.

Luckily he agreed. "I won't be long," you say then slip inside and immediately scramble to make the place somewhat clean. Stuffing whatever junk you don't need in a distant closet, and cleaning the kitchen counter of any leftover pots and pans. Once you deem the place tidy you open the door for him slightly out of breath. "Please come in."

Mr. Park enters and walks with his hands in his pockets while looking around. You double check to make sure you didn't forget to put away something. "Can I offer you anything, Mr. Park? Tea? Coffee? Water?"

He smiles at your cute attempt at welcoming him. "Sure, I'll take some water," he says and places himself at the small kitchen island. You grab one of your nicer cups, reaching for it as it's on the top shelf, since you never use them. You can feel his stare on you.

Mr. Park's eyes glance at your frame, eyeing you while reaching for a glass and glances at your skirt that is now slightly ruffled up. It barely exposes where the black stockings you're wearing ends, he can't look away, he eyes the lace detail and the straps attached to it. You look so beautiful and- Whoa. He needs to stop thinking about this. Mr. Park averts his gaze and stares at the floor beside him with a faint blush on his cheek.

You place the glass water with two ice cubes in it, in front of him. Mr. Park clears his throat slightly and thanks you kindly while staring at you directly in the eyes. "I'll just be in the other room packing," you say while heading to your room.

Was that? You think it was... A faint blush on Mr. Park's cheeks? Maybe you were imagining it. However, you could've sworn you just saw it...

You grab the biggest suitcase you can find and begin to pack your things. Shirts, bras, underwear, pants, socks, pajamas. All the necessities, neatly folded and placed into your suitcase, cleaning up and closing the opened drawers as you go. You place your skincare in there as well. Then you pack your backpack with your laptop, textbooks and pencil case, along with a variety of chargers. You swear you're forgetting something and look around and then spot your perfume bottle. As you reach for it you hear Mr. Park speak.

"I adore that scent you know; it goes well with you." he says while leaning against your door frame, you smile at his compliment. Why does this man always lean against things? It makes him look too good.

"Really? When I first smelled it, I knew I had to get it. Even though it would make me broke," you said while carefully packing it.

"Looks like you're running low," Mr. Park points out. While staring at the near empty bottle.

"Yeah, I'll have to stop by the store again. Hopefully when I have enough saved up."

You close up the suitcase and place it down on the floor. You reach for your backpack and then head to carry your suitcase, but you notice it's gone. Then you see it's already in Mr. Park's hands and he's reaching our for your backpack.

"Oh no it's really okay, Mr. Park. You do not have to carry my things." you say.

"But I want to Ms. L/N, that's why I'm here." he says and he grabs the backpack out of your arms and heads out of your apartment, leaving a dazed and flushed you inside. You take a moment to recollect and then exit the apartment, locking it behind you before walking with him back down to the lobby. You observe Mr. Park carrying your things with ease, swiftly walking down the stairs with them. You're quite shocked at that. You wouldn't be able to do it as calmly as him, needing some breaks in between steps to catch your breath. He's even holding the suitcase with one hand. It's nice of him to carry your things. He really did own up to his word, you remark.

You both reach his car and you tells you to enter the vehicle. You do, and wait for him to join you after he finishes placing your belongings in the trunk.

All of this is odd to you. You can't believe what is happening to you, and how nice Mr. Park is treating you. Maybe because it's late in the night, but you can't help but feel that Mr. Park might want you around him and intends to keep you close. No, no. You shake your head at your internal thoughts. Mr. Park is just trying to help someone out in need. He barely even knows you. He's just being polite. That's all, right?

The ride to his place is spent listening to the rain from the storm. Suddenly Mr. Park receives a call from one of his coworkers. He glances at you, almost for permission to take the call. You nod eagerly, signaling for him to accept the call.

Mr. Park sounds so different while conversing with his coworker. His tone is more serious and his aura completely shifts compared to that with his daughter. His voice is stern and somewhat commanding. He truly sounds like a ceo. He's dedicating himself to his work by accepting calls even out of working hours. You wonder just how many hours of the day and how many years of his youth he's sacrificed, to get to where he is right now.

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You're currently situated in the nicest guest room you've ever seen in your life. It has modern decorations and beautiful long windows overlooking the huge well-kept garden. You see a pretty array of lilac flowers and they look nice even in the nighttime. You plop on the bed and exhale. You reach for your phone and notice just how late it is. It's almost 12:30 AM. You then see many notifications from Minho and Jisung.

You spring up and realize you have much to share with them. You quickly send them many audios of you explaining what happened to you tonight. You then switch into your pajamas do your skincare while unpacking a few of your belongings into the nearby closet and set your alarm to wake up at 10:30 AM. You have two classes tomorrow and the earliest one starts at 12:30, but you don't want to be a bad guest and sleep in.

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After showing Ms. L/n her room and biding her a good night, I head to my room.

I still can't believe I told her to stay with me. Without a second thought I just blurted it out. I've never done anything like this before. Many of my female coworkers always ask to stay at my place, but I never allowed it, besides Laura. So why her? She's been on my mind non-stop, ever since I first laid eyes on her I felt a shift in myself, like something inexplicable was occurring inside me. Only one thing can be causing this. I feel my heartbeat quicken and my face flush. Do I have feelings for y/n?

I mean sure, she's gorgeous, anyone can see that. But she's also kind and adorable and the way she smiles makes my heart- oh god. I shake my head as I pace around in my room. Okay, maybe I'm just tired, I think while starting to wash my face, prepping for bed. I recall thinking the same exact things about y/n just a few nights ago.

I can't have feelings for her, I barely know her, I think while washing my face. Plus she's my coworker's daughter and Jieun's babysitter, I can't have feelings for her. However, the more I interact with her, the more she stays on my mind. I reach a towel and dry my face.

I head towards the bed and lay on it, staring at the ceiling, I feel a sense of deja vu. The only way to stop her from being on my mind is not not interact with her as much. How can I do that when she's living in my own home!? I'll just stay at work for as long as possible, until her apartment is ready. That way I won't think of her and all will be okay, I nod to myself. Yes, that will work.

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The next day you did not see Mr. Park at all. Not getting the chance to thank him yet again for allowing you to stay with him and Jieun. Your day was quite relaxing and you even got the chance to properly converse with Laura. She's so attentive and caring, you can tell that she genuinely enjoys taking care of Mr. Park's daughter. Heading to your afternoon lecture took a little longer as Mr. Park lives further away for your campus than you apartment, however you managed to arrive and head back safely. Still no sight on Mr. Park. You wonder if this is a normal occurrence as not even little Jieun is fazed by this, she is still her happy-go-lucky self and even more eggar to spend time with you. The day ended with a long call with Minho and Jisung, mouths wide open as you tell them all the details of last night.

The next day also passed calmly, the only thing missing yet again was Mr. Park. You swear you never even seen him enter the house or leave since almost two nights ago. You have one more night at Mr. Park's residence and then you are clear to head back into your apartment. You feel quite saddened by the fact you haven't interacted with Mr. Park and you also feel sad for poor Jieun, she seems to be missing her father dearly. As exemplified by the small tantrum she threw a few hours ago.

The day passes similarly to yesterday, attending your lectures, catching up on assignment, and spending time with Laura and Jieun. Laura reminds you of what a grandmother would be like, gentle, nurturing and force feeding. You don't think you can have anymore freshly baked bread she has made, but her face while handing you the next bowl makes you say otherwise. Laura shares a few details with you about Mr. Park. You learn that he does not have much family besides his mother and father. The fact that they are divorced when he was at a young age also affected him while being a lonely child.

You realize that you do in fact barely know much about Mr. Park and his life. You wish you could pry Laura some more and ask additional question about him, but you decide against it. No matter how much he makes your heart skip a beat he's your boss, gotta keep it professional.

The night quickly approaches and you're on the phone with Minho and Jisung at 2:25 AM, which is a big part of your nighttime routine.

"So you miss him?" Minho states after you explain Mr. Park's sudden disappearance. "No I do not," you say unconvincingly. Luckily Minho is still awake to chat with you before he goes to sleep, unlike a snoring Jisung also in the bed with Minho. "Sure, and pigs can fly," he quips back. The call ends soon and you decide to sleep but head to the kitchen to take a cold water bottle from the fridge to help quench your late night thirst. You make your way to the kitchen in just your small pajamas, a tight tank top with some shorts that are just a smidge too short. You figure no one would be up at this hour so you skip changing your garments.

You hear some clatters coming from the kitchen and inside the dark room illuminated via a small overhead lamp, you're face to face with Mr. Park in a tight tank top and some pajama pants. You freeze your tracks and just look into his eyes as he does the same.

When did he get here?

a/n: im having sm fun writing this yall!! i had to speed up some of the events in this chapter to get to where i want the plot to thicken and develop. it will get more intense soon i promise! love you guysss

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777heavengirl · 17 days ago

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the one with the family matter

sirius black x reader ! - 2,157 words masterlist bags masterlist A/N: Early chapter today! i usually post rlly late at night... what would you guys prefer? morning/afternoon like this one/the usual night update? lmk <3

Most mornings at 717 were nothing short of blissful. Or at least they used to be.

More often than not Sirius and you got lost in your cloying domestic bubble. The early morning hours passed by you like the rest of the world simply did not exist. By the time you crawled out of bed, which wasn't late by any means, Sirius had been up for a while. He rarely slept, properly that is, always restless and full of adrenaline. Sometimes he'd make breakfast, or fetch something from a nearby bakery, greeting you with a smile and teasing nicknames. His record player hummed songs that were engraved behind your tongue, the repetition of them causing them to be forever in your mind. Like a reflex. Other times, when you could tell he felt poorly, dragged by the weight of his family and his nightmares— you'd wake up to an empty apartment and a note on the counter. The neon pink Post-it from the muggle office supply store stuck to the handle of your coffee cup.

At Prongs's!

or the more vague,

On a ride!

He always signed it off with an - S, his quick slanted cursive and the small smiley face he always drew on it made the corners of your lips twitch up. Every morning your mug with coffee, prepared the exact way you liked, waited at the corner of the table, regardless of his presence. A heating charm on it so it'll never grow cold.

Recently, this pattern had vanished. When you had work you’d still do it, make his coffee, two sugars with cream, and stick a post-it on the handle. Sometimes with a happy face drawn right in the middle of it, other times with a small message,

don’t forget to help James build the baby’s crib!

picking up pastries for tonight!

have a good day!

But they largely went unmentioned, but Sirius didn't say much these days anyway. You both danced around it, good mornings and the rare good nights were said but not much else, there was no baking together on your off days, no impromptu trips to the fresh market, no rides on the tube clinging to each other. No, you went alone now, and when he did go with you— only when the apartment was finally completely barren of food, the two of you apparated in and out. Silently.

On your off days when your eyes watered looking at his closed door— you didn’t even know if he was in there or not— you’d go knock on Remus and Peter’s door. Sometimes only one of them would be there, sometimes both of them, they’d greet you with tea, or sweets, and Peter would ramble on about his shitty lower-level ministry job while stuffing you full of cookies, Remus would talk to you about his mother’s swaying health and how his job at the muggle supermarket was actually kind of enjoyable, how he was trying to quit smoking, but I keep smoking the whole bloody pack the closer it gets to the full moon. Other times, Remus would see you through the peephole and knock back, Sirius is there. You’d slink back up to your apartment without further refute. You missed him, dearly, you hadn't woken up to a coffee or a note since you told him about your job. You didn’t dare say anything.

The two of you still sat, on opposite sides of the couch now, to watch your soaps every other night. It was the small bit of comfort you held onto. Sometimes he left halfway through, like water slipping through your fingers.

You kept finding empty cigarette packets all over the apartment.

It felt kind of silly, you didn't understand what his problem was. He should be happy he isn't pouring his entire trust fund down the hatch with you. He was disowned, whatever money was in his safe at Gringotts was it. No more. To be fair you had not a single clue about how much was in there anyway- but it really isn't any of your business.

This morning was one filled with his absence. You tried not to worry, but you couldn't help it, his absence feeling like an omen. The apartment motionless and cold, the way the air feels right before the rain. This morning wasn't any different, the darkness of the sky settling a gloom over you. You hugged the coffee close to your chest between sips, your fingers twirling the red marker as you completed the crossword on the Daily Prophet. You pondered calling your mom briefly or going down a floor to pester Remus and Peter— What use is it to live in the same buildings as your closest friends if you can't bother them? As you resolved to do just that, a harsh knock rang through the apartment. You faltered, Sirius had a key, not only that but he'd never knock that way. It was particular, heavy and urgent.

A second round of knocks broke through your thoughts, so you padded over to the door.

If you didn't know better you would've said it was Sirius. But you could see, even through the small opening of the peephole, their clear differences. You swung the door open.

"Oh- my apologies I must have the wrong place- good day" He was quick to do a quick bow and turn away.

"Regulus?" The younger boy's eyes widened, and there was a stutter in his step as he turned back towards your door. It was startling, to see him. They were so similar, the high cheekbones, the darkness of their hair. Regulus sported a white streak, combed neatly along with the rest of his short hair. You could hear Sirius through your thoughts, mommy's boy. It was uncanny, to look at him, the roundness of their lips, the way their brows twitched in confusion. His eyes were greener but not any less piercing than his older brother's. They missed the warmth that emanated from Sirius’s gaze.

"What are you doing here"

He opened his mouth and closed it quickly, piercing eyes analyzing your face as he finally figured out who you were. You tried not to take any offense.

"Are you looking for Sirius?" The boy simply nodded and approached the door as you motioned him inside. "He's not in right now but I can- just come in I’ll find him for you-"

"I'm sorry I thought this was where he lived" You motioned him to sit at the stools of your high kitchen table as you closed the door behind him, the wood creaking as he hesitated between standing and sitting. It was strange to see cold, quiet, and clean-cut Regulus, with his dark sharp tailored coat between the warmth of your house. Between the mismatched furniture and portraits on the walls. So out of place, but you supposed he and Sirius were always out of place when compared to one another.

"He does, he's just out" You gave him a sweet smile as you started brewing some tea, marking the phone Lily insisted on installing in their house, and pressed your ear against the phone's receiver.

"Hello?" Lily's crackly voice came through as she picked up, but you could hear Sirius and James chatting animately even through the static of the phone line.

"Lilykins please tell me my roommate is at yours… he has a visitor-" You stretched the cord as far as it could as you walked to get a mug out, the cable rolling back into its curls as you walked close again.

"Tell him it's urgent please" Regulus spoke up as you spoke, and you could hear it now, the small twinge of panic in his voice. His foot bounced sporadically as if he was reminding himself he shouldn't bounce it but would still forget to stay still.

"Urgent matters apparently-"

"Get him out of my house please- I don’t know what lover’s quarrel you two are going through but hash it out soon will you? my sister's coming soon and I need to clean-" You chuckled, forced and breathless, and ignored the fact that she knew something was wrong between the two of you, you wondered what he had said about it. You didn’t ask. You bid goodbye and hung up the phone back in its holder. Regulus’s quiet dragged you back down, you could feel his eyes burning holes in the back of your figure as if he was analyzing you. You pursed your lips as you worked on his tea, mulling over what you’d say to him, it wasn’t often he came around. Or ever. He had never been in your home.

You had met, if you could call it that, Regulus Black exactly two times.

One was at school, during your sixth year when Evan Rosier’s taunts finally broke through Sirius’s hard facade and he finally swung at him. It wasn’t pretty, the long-haired boy pinning down Rosier as they both landed blow after blow at each other. Both you and Regulus pulled your respective friends away, the boys bloody and bruised. It wasn’t much of an introduction nor did you even speak, but you could see even then the soft, blue state of Regulus as he looked at Sirius. Sad and alone.

It reminded you of Sirius when he was younger. Of when you first met.

The second time you saw Regulus Black was at graduation, right after Sirius handed you the matching key. Between bubbling excitement and clinging to each other, Sirius’s face broke, a flinty stare taking over. I’ll be back love, his lips pressed against your temple as he moved away. You could see him arguing with Regulus behind a pillar, mirrored expressions on their faces.

It was eerie, like watching Sirius through a funhouse mirror. The same but- not. Almost but not quite.

Reflections of one another, but neither measuring up.

“Can I ask what brings you here?” You poured the tea into his mug, bringing it over to him. His hands immediately wrapped around it and he took a sip.

“I’m afraid it's a private family matter-” you hummed in acknowledgment, brows raised as you asked:

“Thought Sirius wasn’t family anymore,” You didn’t mean to be hurtful, you knew how hard Sirius’s disownment had been on Regulus too. It was quite possibly the only thing Sirius ever spoke about regarding leaving his family. How heartbroken he was to leave his brother, how shattered Regulus had been too.

“Sorry that came off harsher than I intended-”

“No- you’re right, but I reckon he still deserves to know,” Regulus refused to meet your eyes, staring deeply into the liquid in the deformed pink mug you had made with Sirius sometime last spring when he insisted on taking a pottery class. Your skills weren't quite there.

The two of you stayed quiet for a beat, fighting the urge to ask again. Regulus fought not to tell you.

“Are you engaged yet?” You almost spit out your tea.

“W-what?”

“Did Sirius ask you yet? To marry him?”

“Sirius and I aren’t together-” You felt your cheeks warm, you were lucky if Sirius even spoke to you these days.

“Oh…” His expression paled, eyes wide as he tried to understand what you were telling him. “My apologies I just thought… never mind-” He looked away again, taking slow sips of the tea again, “I’m sorry,”

“It’s okay…”

“I just- he’s always talked about-” The air crackled with a small crack and pop, interrupting Regulus, Sirius stood in the middle of the room now. Regulus stood up, the tea abandoned on the table as he faced his older brother.

“Sirius-”

“What do you want? How do you know I live here-” Regulus took a step back, a deep breath inflating and deflating his chest as he looked at you, and then back at Sirius. Sirius got closer, barely two steps away from his brother. Looking at them now, side by side, you could see the differences. Not physical, no in that aspect they were two sides of the same coin. But Sirius stood tall, proud, and defensive like he was made of iron like nothing could hurt him. Teeth bared, ready to bite his way through. Regulus stood the opposite, straight but restrained, almost as if ready to take a hit, arms behind him and clutching his wrist with white knuckles.

“May we talk in private?”

“I’ll leave-” You made to move,

“Stay put- No, just spit it out Regulus-” You could see the sadness crack through Sirius’s tough demeanor. You could tell from the red rim in his eyes, and the way he stood straighter, face raised ever so slightly. As if ready for a fight. You knew he could never physically fight his brother, but if Regulus stood in your kitchen any longer Sirius might break and cry.

You thought of calling James.

“Mother is dead… didn’t wake up this morning”

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koolades-world · 6 months ago

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hiii i was wondering if you could write abt an asian mc ? with the brothers or the dateables i don't mind! i just think it would be funny to see yk asian mc who's a high achiever (so even at RAD when they know nothing abt magic they'll try to score high), always take off their shoes before entering a place (entering a place with shoes is forbidden !!), always cook rice or stuff from their country when on cooking duties ("wdym we already ate that when it was my turn last time?"), will make you special herbal tea if you're sick (first time i suggested to make tea for my ill white friend they laughed :( ), tells you to eat more and in the same fashion, whose love language is giving you food, etc... bonus point if mc swears in their mother tongue. And if the MC was living in their native country before going to the devildom, their ability to just nap anywhere as if it's normal.

As someone who grew up in an asian household it's just regular to me but i can picture the face Lucifer would make if the first time mc enter Dia's castle they take off their shoes casually or like MC stuffing Beel's mouth with food as if he just didn't swallow the biggest mouthful of udon ever saying "come on Beel you need food, you need strength to play Fangol"

For the nap thing i was thinking about my relatives who take nap on their wooden bad or just the floor during summer (cause its fresh yk). My grandma always said a hard bed is good for the back lol

Anyway no pressure!! Have a nice day and take care !

hi!! yes of course :)

i'm a different flavor of asian but some of the culture overlaps so this was fun to write! haha the amount of times my grandma has urged me to eat more is hard to count. oh and the amount of tea i drank when we went to visit. i'll never forget watching her make the tea because it was a whole experience

i'm half indian and someone actually requested an indian mc so that will be out tomorrow because doing these requests back to back easiest for me!

enjoy <3

Asian Mc

Lucifer

you're ALWAYS on him for the amount of coffee he drinks

you also always make sure he takes a break to eat dinner because he needs to eat in order to continue his work

despite how bothered he might seem sometimes, he really does value what you do for him

plus, you not only keep yourself in line, sometimes you do his brothers for him too. thanks on his behalf!

Mammon

once you grow closer, he's asking you to teach him swear words so he can cuss out lucifer

if you don’t, well, he’ll just pick them up when you swear and hope he can figure out what it means haha

if you want, feed him random words, or even compliments so when lucifer hears them, he'll just be confused haha

despite the fact that he's the demon, maybe you can help him in class

Levi

when he first meets you, he'd not sure what to expect

however he quickly learns you're the best at everything you do

this includes video games and everything of that manner

he's got competition now, but he has no clue how you got so good considering it was probably your first time at all of the games you've tried

Satan

he's impressed by your work ethic and desire to achieve

you got dropped in a totally new environment and instead of struggling to adjust like he predicted, you bounced back almost immediately and were at the top of your class like it was nothing!

he tried to ask you once why you seemed so determine to get the best grade and never asked again after the look you gave him

something the two of you can bond over, though, is tea! he can often be seen with a cup of tea so that's an easy conversation starter between the two of you if not homework instead

Asmo

while initially he thought you two might not get along, you actually do quite well

he's huge on no shoes in the house and especially in his room

after all, he wants to avoid bringing as many outside germs into his room as possible

can and will ask you to teach him how you make your special herbal teas because he hates being sick and genuinely just wants to know

Beel

he falls in love with your rice cooker

rice that easy and that quick? sign him up! if he didn't already love rice you've put him on it

he doesn't think he could ever part with you and your wonderful cooking

even if you do cook the same thing every time it's your turn, he will inhale it because not only is it delicious, but you're an amazing cook

Belphie

even he's impressed by your ability to fall asleep anywhere

at least he's always with his pillow and maybe a blanket but he's seen you just curled up on the porch waiting for someone to get home

but that sighting was rare, because he felt like he always saw you doing something

however he really appreciated all the little things you did for him, such as making his bed

#obey me #obey me!#obey me x reader #obey me satan #obey me beel #obey me mammon #obey me asmo #obey me lucifer #obey me levi #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #obey me leviathan #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date #obey me! shall we date?

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s-grunge · 4 months ago

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Do you have a ranking list of in Total Drama characters?

Well, I do have a number one favourite since childhood. Have I really made any attempt to hide it?

Under the cut is a long-winded ramble about character rankings, but tldr; there is no ranking list. Sorry for the non-answer.

Disclaimer: I haven't seen the reboot and I tend to focus mostly on the first cast of characters anyway, so any opinions past that don't hold a lot of water anyway, go figure.

Honestly, I was gonna try to make a tier list just for this ask, but I lost my progress on it and took it as a sign from the universe not to go through with it.

I don't think a ranking list would be very useful or accurate to represent my thoughts anyway, at least for something as broad and subjective as my general character opinions. It feels like the moment I'm done making one, I'm only allowed to view these characters the way I ranked them initially for the rest of time. It also feels like it'll only invite conflict from other fans, I don't wanna undersell a character that someone else loves just because they're not my cup of tea.

I'm only dying on a hill for one of these guys and you already know who he is.

For the majority of characters below my number one, I don't have a concrete placement, more of each having an ever spinning revolving door between appreciated but not thought about much to "My skrunkly beans!!1!". Sometimes I forget how much I actually like the character off the top of my head 'til I see them in the show, a screenshot or fanart, or am reading about them in a fanfic and am like "Damn I love this character".

Most characters I lean more towards disliking are, at worst, characters I'm ambivalent towards (a lot of the Pahkitew characters fall into this category), and the only ones I have more conscious negative or uncomfortable feelings towards are off the top of my head, Sierra and Sugar, but probably not for the reasons you've often heard others say.

but yeah, thanks for reading my opinions about opinions. to reward your efforts, heres the progress for the drawing I did.

#total drama #anon ask #td cody #artists on tumblr #my fanart

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 8 months ago

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Can we get smth w cyprus and period secks 👁

Tw afab reader, Cyprus is a fuckin nasty man, with period blood and stuff, dub con,

Cyprus doesn't mind getting messy. The laundry services downstairs are free, after all. He only needs to buy his own washing detergent, which doesn't cost too much as the cheap ones does the job.

You would think that your period would put him off, but he's more of a dog than ever before. He would get excited, your blood would be a natural lube to prepare you with, the air would reek even more of sex and menstrual fluids. Cyprus would go down on you the same, having blood dribble down his chin and all over his chest. He would still fuck you with the same intensity despite having crimson painting all over his body, his bed, your body and even the fucking walls.

He will make you forget about your period migraines and cramps, making you cum over and over again; your body and brain will be molded to the shape of his cock and any pain will be either translated to the pleasure of orgasming or become strongly associated with it. Your uterus would contract tremendously during climaxes and empty its contents quicker. Instead of the usual 5-day shedding, your period will now last on an average of two days. Sometimes even one, because Cyprus literally fucks the uterine lining out of you.

He has an animalistic appetite for your blood clots sliding out of your pussy, you try not to gag when you realized that he would swallow them whole. It's not like you were given a chance to think anyways, he will have you cumming almost every few seconds while slurping up whatever you give him down there.

When he's finally done with you for the day, the room would look like a brutal murder scene. The slaps between his hips and yours were so vigorous that there were splatters of blood that reached the blades of his ceiling fan. Scarlet would paint your body and his as if someone poured a gallon of viscera on the two of you. The sheet that was once dry and off-white is now completely soaked and gored. Blood would crust his fingers and hair.

A triumphant grin would make its way to his handsome face, his teeth were heavily stained red, and his jawline tightened with dried and fresh blood. It's almost like you're looking at a cannibal who has just finished his dinner, he doesn't come close to looking this sanguinary after his most brutal fights.

You would push him away in the end, because his aftercare involves him kissing you on the lips and cuddling. It's gross and nauseating to be covered in rouge like this, but Cyprus doesn't mind. He loves it.

You and he would need to spend the next few hours cleaning up, though. You would be grumpily grumbling as you scrubbed the walls with a wet cloth, trying to get rid of your viscera. Whereas your boyfriend would be whistling to himself, enjoying his day while he balances himself on a step ladder; trying to clean the soiled blades of his ceiling fan.

You're grateful that he would be the one who brings down the bloodied sheets and fabrics because your nervousness and anxiety would make it look like you're trying to cover up a reckless homicide poorly. You couldn't believe that your body expelled that much redness without you dying from blood loss. But then again, it is to be expected. You're squeezing out around 5 days' worth of menstrual blood in a few hours.

It usually takes a few cycles to even get most of it out, his neighbors know that if he's hogging the machines for an unusually long time, that means he managed to fuck his girl during her period. Hence, they would cheer loudly, sometimes the noise even reaching upstairs. Where you would be mortified while mopping up the messy floor.

Cyprus would prepare dishes that mostly consist of lean meat, as he knows you need iron and protein to replace the blood that you lost. He would be happy, praising you as you were such a good girl to him. Cyprus would run you a hot shower, prepare cups of chamomile tea, and massage your back after the sex. Which may or may not lead to him eating you out again, ruining all his hard work to clean the sheets.

Well. At least you get to save money on painkillers and sanitary products.

You sighed, good thing he already told Jane that you're not coming in tomorrow. You don't know if you have the energy to work after that... blood fest. Especially when you're still sitting on your depraved boyfriend's face, his tongue still drilling into your exhausted cunt.

You shuddered every time he licked those sensitive bundles of nerves, frowning at how blood started pooling around his ears and soaking the blanket. You couldn't hop off him, his fingers are digging into the flesh of your thighs, forcing you to use him as a chair.

You hope that no one needs to use the washing machines later tonight.

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callmerhynner · 1 year ago

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“You can’t expect to break into someone’s home and think they’ll be okay with it, Muzan.” ||

synopsis: After meeting Muzan Kibutsuji through a series of dreams he had, he searched for you. When he finally found you, he’s become adamant on you staying his. You’re a bit more deadpan about the lovesick fool you found yourself with.

tags: fluff, slice of life(?), Muzan breaks into your home, thats about it

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Your insomnia has been killing you, finding that laying on your own nestling bed has grown uncomfortable each try you commit to falling asleep. You try different techniques or sleeping positions but still nothing. You fear that new pillows are needed with how much you try to squeeze them until you fall asleep. So, giving up, you put on a robe and head out to your kitchen to grab yourself a cup of tea and go out to your engawa to stargaze.

That was the plan, anyway, but a silhouette of man sitting on one of your dining room chairs ruined them. You halt your steps, fight or flight starting to engage. The silhouette was of a man with short hair and broad shoulders, accessories of a hat and a long coat. His back was facing you but the small shuffle of his body language made it clear he knew you were present.

“Good evening.” the shadow greets you, you stay frozen, trying to see through the dark room.

“Who are you?” you ask, taking a hesitant step forward. The man turns his head to spare you a side glance. That when you were greeted with a pair of red eyes that you could never forget. “Kibutsuji.”

“A pleasure seeing you as well.” he shows his dangerous sharp fangs as he sends you a smug grin. “If i may, you look as radiant as ever.”

You finally feel your body start to relax, taking a few more steps to take a seat in front of the demon progenitor. He had tea ready, with a porcelain cup in his hand filled with red liquid he pours you a cup of your own, though it was a humble cup of lemon tea. You inhale the scent, before taking a sip. This earns a laugh from the demon you were seating in front, your suspicions of his plans was something he found entertaining.

“You wound me, do you not trust me after all these meetings?” he teasingly says to you, sipping his cup of red liquid.

“You can’t break into people’s homes and expect them to like it, Muzan.” you retort.

You see a flash of his pearly whites as silence surrounds the two of you. You open your mouth to say something until a wind hits your shoulder. The demon was now right next to you, barely an inch away from your left. You shudder at the cold before he wraps his coat around your shoulders.

“Again, as radiant as ever.” he compliments, pecking your cheek before he takes a seat behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. You feel him take a whiff of your scent and smile into your skin, taking a gander and kissing the small mole on your collarbone.

“What do you want?” you ask, trying to push his head away from your neck but to no avail. The demon was stuck to you like a glue, you sigh before relaxing yourself against him and taking another sip of your lemon tea. “Another kiss? You finally gonna kill me? What is it?”

“Live with me, (Name).” he replies, his arms around your waist squeezing you gently. His head was not raised so he could see you from the side, resting his chin atop your shoulder. “Be my queen.”

“So it’s the latter then.” you mumble, sipping your tea once more, deadpanning at the lovesick fool.

“Come now, we can rule together! Just like we should be.” he adds to his offer, you just pat his hair as you sigh exasperatedly.

“You had a few dreams about me and now you’re offering to make me, a woman you don’t know, your queen.” you deadpan, side glancing at the man who was looking at you with the most loving eyes you’ve ever seen. “Are you sure you want that?”

He thought for a moment, crossing his arms around your body, taking his thumb and index finger and turning you on your chin to face him eye to eye. You hum in confusion, cocking an eyebrow at his actions, before stiffening up when he leaned in to feel his lips clash with yours. He was gentle and passionate, his hands on your waist and yours fiddling with each other at his sudden reaction.

When you two broke the kiss, he was still as smug as ever, and you were left panting. You balled up your fist on his chest, sending an unseen glare at the demon king.

“Stop that.!” you say, he chuckles darkly at you reactions. Leaning in to kiss you again, you throw unbothered punches before kissing him back, relaxing your body as he grows more passionate with his lips. You let out a groan when he finally separates, you continue to shoot him a glare.

“You know i won’t, so why ask?”

“Im a woman who believes in second chances but with you…” you eye him again, voice trailing off before crossing your arms and letting out a huff. “You’re hopeless..”

“You adore me.” he replies back, nonchalantly. He presses another soft kiss onto your neck, trailing them down from your jar to your nape. You could only sigh and pat his hair at his clingy attitude, how in the world did you get here?

#kny #kny x reader #kny x y/n #kimetsu no yaiba muzan #muzan kibutsuji #muzan fluff #muzan headcanons #fluff #kny fandom #kny fluff #demon slayer muzan #lord muzan #kny headcanons #muzan x you #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba

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pahtoosh · 1 year ago

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Imagine y/n manages to down a cup of coffee while daddies!stucky is trying to calm them down while chasing them throughout the house

ugly shirts and caffeine crazies

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summer celebration masterlist

18+

wc: ~9800 words

warnings: maybe a little 🤏 too long. baba calls you a brat🫢 daddies take off their shirts later for silly reasons

a/n: thank you, lovely anon for this suggestion! i am actually very sensitive to caffeine myself so this really spoke to me hehe😁 like i cannot drink coffee at all or i will be a bouncing wreck and i can’t have tea after 5pm!! or i wont sleep!! i need my daddies to help me cos sometimes i forget and i get a nighttime boba with my friends and then i don’t sleep until 5am😳

pairing: stucky x gn!little!reader (Dada = Steve, Baba = Bucky, Daddies = both Steve and Bucky)

summary: Bucky and his baby have a disagreement over a shirt. while baby runs away, they manage to drink Steve’s coffee

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Steve whistled a happy tune as he began making his morning coffee. Because of the serum, he didn’t need the caffeine to get through the day, he just liked the routine. As he waited for it to cool down slightly, he began preparing breakfast.

It was a lovely, quiet morning. The sky was slightly overcast and birds were chirping. Unfortunately, peace in your house could not last for long.

“No! I don’t wanna!”

“It’s your only clean shirt right now, Angel.”

“It’s ugly! I hate it! I hate it!”

“Hey, we don’t use that kind of language here. Now put on the shirt or you’ll be getting a time-out.”

“You can’t make me, Baba!” You escaped your argument with Bucky, dodging past him to run into the living room.

He groaned and followed you out of the room, finding you hiding behind the couch. “Baba’s not messin’ around. Come put on your shirt. Now.”

His strict baba voice should’ve been a warning, but you were not putting on that shirt. The colors were all wrong and the printed design was incredibly thick, making it uncomfortable to wear.

“No! You can’t make me!”

Bucky raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “We’ll just see about that, won’t we?”

“You have to catch me first!” You ran away again. This time, Bucky chased after you instead of following at a walking pace like before. He almost caught you but you threw a pillow at his face and ran into the kitchen where Steve was trying to ignore your fight.

You froze, not expecting to see your Dada. Just then, Bucky came right behind you and trapped you in his arms. “Gotcha.”

“Noooo!” You squirmed, trying to escape his grip.

Steve couldn’t help but laugh after seeing the two of you. Bucky was out of breath and his hair was messed up, you were half-dressed, and both of you looked so angry at each other while Bucky practically hugged you from behind.

“What’s going on here?”

“This one,” Bucky said, not breaking his staring contest with you. “Is being a little brat and refuses to put on a shirt.”

“Not just a shirt! It’s the ugliest shirt in the whole wide world!”

“We don’t have any other clean shirts for you, remember? You. Have. To. Wear. This. One.”

“I. Don’t. Wanna!”

“God, the both of you are so stubborn,” Steve said.

At the same time, you and Bucky stopped glaring at each other to say “no I’m not” and “nuh uh”.

Steve threw up his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. Well, let’s just see this so-called ‘ugliest shirt ever’ and then see where to go from there.”

You nodded. “Yeah! And then Dada will see how ugly it is and I don’t have to wear it!”

“Or Dada will see that it’s just like any old shirt and you have to wear it anyway,” Bucky teased.

“Buck, no.” Steve freed you from your vibranium trap and got down on your level. “I’m gonna help you, okay sweetness?”

You nodded smugly and stuck your tongue out at Bucky. Dada was on your side, not Baba’s.

The three of you made your way to your room. While walking, you noticed your daddies giving each other certain looks. It was like they were having a silent conversation. Maybe Dada wasn’t looking out for you like you thought he was. Maybe he was only saying that to make you stop fighting.

In reality, Steve was making fun of Bucky for his childish behavior and Bucky was silently arguing back, demanding Steve to not tell anyone about this.

No matter what they were talking about, you couldn’t take that risk. You let go of Steve’s hand and ran off again, confusing your daddies.

“What the-“

“Baby, where are you going?”

Bucky put his hands on his hips. “Not so easy, is it?”

Steve groaned. “C’mon, we’ve got a runaway to catch.”

Meanwhile, you were frantically looking for a place to hide. Behind the couch wouldn’t work, Baba found you there last time. Maybe the kitchen! The island was a good size to hide behind and if your daddies came up on one side, you could sneak your way around the island in a circle and they’d never see you.

You went behind the island and sat down, trying to catch your breath. All this running around was making you tired and thirsty. Above your head, you spotted a mug on the counter. You checked to see if the coast was clear and took a sip. And then almost spat it out. It was the worst, most bitter-tasting drink you’d ever had.

Although, it was beginning to make you feel better. You drank as much as you could handle and then put the cup back before returning to your hiding spot. You could just barely hear your daddies looking for you in the living room over the sound of your own heartbeat.

“Where could they be?”

“I don’t know, but I’m starting to- wait, do you hear that?” Your daddies halted their movements.

You placed a hand over your nose and mouth, hoping that the air purifier in the living room was enough to distract them from the sound of your breathing.

Bucky sighed. “We don’t have time for this. Let’s just find that little troublemaker and then we can get on with our day.”

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

Catching you was a very, very difficult task. Your hatred for the shirt combined with the energy from the coffee allowed you to beat out two supersoldiers. Steve and Bucky were exhausted, both of them laying on the living room floor while you jumped from one hiding place to another.

“What’s gotten into them?” Steve asked.

“I don’t know, but I’m starting to think we’re not winning this fight. I mean, our baby’s running circles around us.” He looked at Steve. “Think it’s time to throw in the towel?”

“Ugh, maybe. It’s kind of embarrassing that our adversary is screaming and dancing around the house while we’re just trying to catch our breath,” Steve joked.

“We’re getting too old for this.”

“Ya got that right, pal. I’m gonna go drink my coffee. Hoping it’ll give me a second wind.” Steve got up and went to the kitchen. When he saw his partially empty mug, he connected the dots and facepalmed.

“Buck, we’ve got a problem.” He returned to the living room. “That little sneak drank half a cup of black coffee.”

Bucky’s eyes widened and he sat up. “How?”

“I guess I left it on the counter? And they were hiding in the kitchen for some time so..”

One of your giggles cut through the tense conversation.

Bucky sighed. “Alright, I’m done fighting the beast. It’s team no shirt until that laundry machine gets fixed.” He got up off the floor and brushed off his hands before taking off his shirt.

Steve laughed. “What are you doing?”

“If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.”

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

Your two shirtless daddies met you in your playing room. You were hiding behind the coloring table.

“Are you in here, sweetheart? Daddies are here to throw in the towel- or shirt, I guess.”

“You win, babydoll.”

You carefully peeked over the table. “You tellin da truth?”

“Yeah. Look at us, team no shirts just like you. Can you come out now? We missed being with you all morning.”

You squealed and ran to hug them, bouncing excitedly. “Yay! Yay! Yay! Now we all don’t wear shirts! Can we do this all the time? ‘Cause then we don’t wear shirts and then we only wear pants and then when we don’t wear shirts we don’t have to wash shirts and then we don’t have to fold shirts and then we only have to wash and fold the pants and that’s so-“

“Woah, woah there. You’re talkin’ so fast, your mouth is about to fall off,” Bucky said.

You gasped and held a hand over your mouth.

Steve poked him in the side. “Baba’s only joking, baby. No mouths are falling off. But we do have to fix the problem of you drinking coffee.” He held your shaking hands. “Do you feel different right now? Maybe super energetic and excited or nervous?”

You kept bouncing on your feet. “YEAH! I feel like I can run forever! And I can run fast! And I can talk fast and my heart goes fast too!”

“Yeah, it’s fun for a little bit but it’s not good to feel like this for too long. We’re gonna take you to Uncle Bruce for a little check-up, okay? Maybe he can help get you back to normal.”

“OKAY DADA! Can Uncle Bruce be team no shirt too?”

Steve sighed. “I forgot about that, I don’t think we’re allowed down there without shirts on.”

You tried breaking away from Steve’s grasp, but he learned his lesson and was not letting you go.

“I not wear da ugly shirt! No, no, no!”

“Please, baby? Just for one hour?”

“NOOOO!” You stomped and turned every which way, trying to free yourself.

Bucky looked down at the floor, trying to wonder how you all got into this mess when he got an idea.

“Angel? What if you wear Baba’s shirt, hmm? It’s not as ugly as your last shirt, I hope.”

You stopped squirming. “Maybeee.”

“Just try it and if you don’t like it, we’re bringing a baby in a blanket down to Uncle Bruce.” He carefully put the shirt on you, starting with the neck hole and pulling the sleeves over your arms.

You marveled at the feeling of the soft, lightweight fabric. The sleeves were extra long, letting you curl your hands up inside them. Best of all, it smelled like your Baba.

“I love it! I love it soooooo much! Oh! Can I wear your shirts all the time, Baba? I promise I give them back! And Dada too! I wear Baba’s shirt today and Dada’s tomorrow! And the next day is Baba and the next day is Dada and the ne-”

“We’ve gotta see Bruce.”

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One check-up later, Bruce gave you a special medicine to cancel out the effects of the caffeine. You were now tired from the whole ordeal of running away from your daddies all morning.

After lunch, the three of you cuddled on the couch. You read a couple of books and took a nap. Nap time was especially cozy with both your daddies there and because you were still in Bucky’s shirt.

Eventually, the laundry machine would get fixed, but you still loved wearing your Dada and Baba’s shirts from time to time. You insisted that you all trade shirts because it was so fun. Usually, it’d just be you wearing one of your daddies’ shirts, but sometimes you could initiate a three-way trade and see one of your daddies wearing your shirt. It was so funny seeing a super soldier wearing a t-shirt with a dinosaur riding a bicycle on it, especially when the shirt was a size or more too small.

#stucky x little!reader #daddy!stucky x little!reader #fluff #oneshot #sfw regression #agere fic #marvel agere #littlespace fics #ugly shirts and caffeine crazies #ugly-shirts-and-caffeine-crazies #requests

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esamastation · 1 year ago

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Part fifty-four of Shizuroth, aka, the SOLDIER General's Self Saving Shizun.

Ao3 link.

Previous parts: forty-one, forty-two, forty-three, forty-four, forty-five, forty-six, forty-seven forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two, fifty-three

Now, Reno could be an impartial observer about this. He probably should be. Just do his job, sign his report, hand over his duty to someone else, and wash his hands of the whole mess.

But on the other hand, "So. Flying, huh?"

Sephiroth has the gall to look sheepish about it. He is actually fucking blushing. "Well. That's not exactly it, but, yes? Is that a problem?"

Reno eyes him flatly for a moment. Then he shrugs. "Hell if I know. You know, for a while there I thought you were actually trying to keep your magical metamorphosis thing down low, but you just don't give a fuck, do you?" It's kinda impressive, really.

"Um," Sephiroth answers, and takes a dainty little sip of his tea.

Reno snorts. "You're something else," he says and falls to sit across from him on the other side of the tiny little tea table. Then he looks around.

They're alone in the main hall of the safehouse. Hewley and Rude are out picking up Tseng from the town, and it's just him and Mr. No Gravity, and Reno doesn't mind admitting he might actually miss the place. It's still hilarious that Sephiroth turns into a prissy princess when it comes to decor, but Reno can't say he doesn't know what he's on about.

He actually made the place really nice, for an abandoned house. As safehouses went, it was up there.

Sephiroth watches him curiously. "Looking forward to returning to Midgar?"

"God, yes," Reno says emphatically. "I'm going to find the nearest Pilferer's, and I'm going to forget all about your… everything."

"Pilferer's?"

"It's a chain of pubs," Reno explains, waving a hand. "Shit beer for cheap, good for one thing only."

"Ah," Sephiroth huffs in amused offence. "I'm not that bad, surely."

Well, no. Reno once had to act as Scarlet's bodyguard - that is still the worst assignment he's ever had. This doesn't come even close. But… "I don't know, man. You're kinda weird."

Sephiroth blinks at that, and Reno grimaces looking away. Sephiroth it's also kinda terrifying, even like this. Actually maybe especially like this. After his training sessions and meditations Sephiroth is all relaxed and cosy - it's probably the safest he is to be around, but it's weird.

It really brings home the fact that the guy is different from what he was. Even without Hewley there to react to it, you can tell. Sephiroth is someone else these days, and his shitty lying aside, none of them actually know him. And the guy isn't that keen on explaining.

… You know what, fuck it. Reno's out of here by the end of the evening anyway. "Are you ever going to explain what the hell is going on to anyone, or are we going to have to keep on guessing?" he asks.

Sephiroth hums, noncommittal.

"Because dude, it's going to have consequences in the long run. If not for you, then for the other SOLDIERs," Reno points out. "You know that, right?"

That makes the guy react with more than demure deflection, and Sephiroth lowers his cup. "Consequences like what?"

"Oh, you know, life-altering experiments in all the worst ways?" Reno asks and points a finger at him. "You realise what this all looks like from the outside, right? You get a deadly dose of Mako and boom, new abilities? You can be sure they're going to try to recreate those results."

Sephiroth frowns at that, looking down. He taps his finger against the tea cup for a moment and then shrugs. "I don't see what there is that I can do about that," he says and looks up at Reno pointedly. "First sign of trouble, and you ferried me out of Midgar, I assumed it was to get me out of the way."

"Well, yeah. For a reason," Reno shrugs and leans back a little. Fuck, the Mako shine is spooky when it's aimed at you like this, in dim light where you can tell the guy's eyes are actually emitting their own glow. "Seemed kinda necessary to keep you from going berserk again and killing someone important. Like Professor Hojo."

Sephiroth makes a funny sort of face at that, and sips his tea. From scary to embarrassed. Yay.

Never mind, Reno isn't going to miss this place at all. "Fuck it, whatever. I don't care," he decides. "Soon you'll be Tseng's problem, and I won't waste another moment thinking about you."

"I am hurt and heartbroken," Sephiroth says blandly and snorts at the face Reno makes at him. "You have been a most pleasant babysitter, Reno of the Turks. I'm sorry I didn't get the chance to get to know you."

"Oh, put a cork in it."

"No, I'm serious," Sephiroth says. "I've always found the Turks to be intriguing. Your… work ethics are almost admirable."

Reno eyes him dubiously. "You're fucking with me."

Sephiroth grins, clasping the little tea cup loosely between both hands. "Not at all. There's a core of morals that runs through your agency that I find fascinating. The scary, underhanded enforcers and spies of Shinra - hiding just enough of a shred of decency to make you… rational. Practical and yet, strangely, sympathetic."

Reno gapes at him. What the fuck - where the hell did that come from?

Sephiroth chuckles at his expression. "I think I would quite like you, if the circumstances were different," he muses and pours himself another cup of tea.

Reno feels like objecting. He can feel his cheeks heating up. "You are absolutely fucking with me."

Sephiroth grins a little wider at that, and - damn, the guy's smiles are kinda devastating. Reno had been carefully not noticing, because, hello, job, but damn. Who the hell made this guy so hot? His lips are insanely pretty.

Reno is suddenly very aware that it's been a while since he last got laid and that he really desperately needs a drink.

"Tseng is originally from Wutai, isn't he?"

"Wha?"

Sephiroth arches his brows and tilts his head. A stand of silver hair slides across his shoulder. "Tseng. Is he from Wutai?"

Reno thought he'd gotten used to the fancy dress shirts - and hell, Sephiroth had his chest pretty much completely bared before! Why the hell are just two buttons undone so sexy all of a sudden?!

"Oh, um. Yeah?" Reno agrees and clears his throat, shaking his head. Don't look at his collarbones. "He knows the lay of the land better anyway, so, you know, if your little soiree with the Wutai Captain has a follow up, he'll probably know what's up." … Uh.

Sephiroth gives him that slow blink again, and Reno doesn't blame him - it sounds like complete nonsense to him too.

Damn it, get it together, man, the guy isn't that fuckable!

… Except that he really, really is, and Reno wishes he could go back to professionally not noticing it.

"That's good, I suppose," Sephiroth says slowly. "I'll be looking forward to hearing his insights."

"Yeah, yeah, sure…" Tseng also knows more about Ancients than anyone not dead or in the Science Department, so whatever is going on with Sephiroth, Tseng would be able to figure it out. Probably.

Reno looks at Sephiroth's stupidly pretty face and then clears his throat. "Well, it's been - different. Let's never do it again. Try not to go nuts and kill any important scientists in the future, okay?"

Sephiroth looks away, his eyes going a little distant. "... No promises," he murmurs. Except coming from him, it's more of a purr, isn't it?

Fuuuck, Reno really needs to get out of here.

It's probably a good thing Tseng seems to kinda dislike Sephiroth for some reason. He wouldn't have this problem.

Get **** beamed.

#fanfiction #ff7 #svsss #reno of the turks #sephiroth #shen qingqiu #shen yuan

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thestarfishinjootsoffice · 2 years ago

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W: yandere behavior, obsessive behavior, disturbing actions such as kidnapping, stabbing, abuse, ooc etc+

Sorry there wasn't much "be their little girl" thing. And i just pulled whatever i could out of my ass because i absolutely did not know how to write this. I might make a better version of this in the future.

Yan! Hannibal & yan! Will x fem! Reader

What will you do?

You awokened sitting across the room as the two men who you thought you knew are talking so lovingly to each other as if they didn't have someone bound to a chair by ropes.

Your most logical instinct is to try to pry away the ropes but you knew better than that when they're right there in front of you. that would be stupid. Now the most logical thing you could do is just sit there and look pretty in order not to anger the two men considering what they're capable of.

As terrifying as it was it was quite funny as they had set up a small tea party for the three of you, although the cups were wine glasses. Calling you pet names and discussing small talk almost like acting as a family.

And looking down you realised a disturbing change of clothes. Your clothes looked similar to that of a little girl.

"Will and I have discussed our opinions of this but never thought of asking about yours, what colour of wallpaper would you like your new bedroom to be?" hannibal turned to look at you.

"I wished I would've asked you before hand so it could be a surprise but Will thought it would be rather be a peculiar question for you."

You glanced at Will who has a smile on his face and waits for your answer.

"... Uhm.. (C/N-"

"(C/N)?"

"see I told you!" Will's small laughter almost makes you forget the whole situation. Hannibal takes a sip from his glass, he has a slight look of defeat but smiles.

"well then, (C/N) it is."

You don't know why you were so calm, was it because the whole situation seemed so light hearted? But you didn't want to be here atleast you knew that and they did too.

You don't even know where to begin to start planning for an escape, you subtly positioned yourself in a way you'll feel the items in your pockets but you felt none in either of them. They kept asking questions in order to keep the awkward silence at bay, you didn't find the energy to answer them.

"Y/n, you haven't taken a bite out of your food, why's that?" hannibal asked you, almost tauntingly. Where would you find the need to eat in a time like this? Will looks a bit guilty.

They both know what you're thinking, that look on your face says it all. They're not delusional and you're not sure if it's bad or good, but they'll try anyway.

"try it, it's gonna get cold." Will smiles one more time to convince you.

You weren't in the mood nor have an appetite for this but you certainly didn't want an upset Hannibal near you. Forcing yourself to chew down the piece of food Will has fed you, it wasn't dry. It had flavor and juice but it didn't quench the dryness of the inside of your throat.

Despite the piece of meat having a soft texture, you found it difficult to swallow.

Just as Will was about to ask a question to break the silence, you found yourself unconsciously building up the courage to go and ask a question.

"why am I here?"

The already thick tension now doubled now suffocating probably all three of you at the same time. Should they just say it? Would it be a good idea to tell you it's basically a forced adoption? You looked at them. Cautiously but swiftly grabbing one of the sharp silverware placed near your plate of food with your free forearm. Your heart was pounding out of your chest, terrified they were going to hear it.

Hannibal proceeded to look at you and ask, "why are you so scared y/n?"

He probably smelt the fear and sweat in your body. At this Will stood up "can we talk privately?" Hannibal complied and moved to the kitchen.

It was a stupid decision but all you were more concerned about was getting the fuck out of here. You used this opportunity to cut the ropes around your elbows, and the ones on your ankles. It was cliché but you were glad it was.

You were about to burst tears of joy when you successfully sliced off the last rope. Your wrist was hurting from the constantly pressure and movement but you couldn't care less. Your heart dropped down to the floor when you heard their voices getting closer, you wasted not a single second and went sprinting straight to the front door.

Will and Hannibal became highly alert when they heard the dashing of footsteps. And to their horror, finding your seat empty.

Will ran after you but Hannibal stayed behind. Looking calmly at your seat and the missing utensil. Then he started walking to where you were.

You were running as fast as you could've but your body started feeling heavy and light at the same time. At the worst possible time. Until you couldn't even stand straight anymore. And you felt the frightening hands of Will.

"Y/n what were you thinking!?"

Will tried to drag you away and out of panic you pulled the knife from your pocket and rammed it into his hand. As Will yelled out in pain you heard Hannibal call out Will's name in concern.

You were absolutely scared shitless now. If you get caught you know they are not going to go easy. Adrenaline was rushing inside you but your body couldn't keep up for some reason. You were right in front of the door when a hand wrapped around your mouth and arm, ultimately stopping you so. This was it, you couldn't help but let a tear drop fall down.

"I don't like rude people. And i definitely do not like a rude brat."

You were struggling to pry yourself off of the man's grip, the hand on your mouth was removed but before you could make a noise, your vision blacked out.

When you awoke, you were greeted with the sight of an angry Hannibal and Will. That was the day and night you were the most emotionally and psychologically fucked up. Hannibal only held back because Will told him if was enough.

You never even thought of escaping again. That's okay, just behave like a good daughter and maybe Hannibal might be even nice enough to remove that memory from you.

#bruh this sucked so bad #nbc hannibal #hannibal #hannibal lecter #will graham #yandere hannibal #yandere hannibal x reader #Yandere will graham #yandere will #yandere will graham x reader #slashers #will graham kin #mads mikkelsen hannibal #hannibal lecter x child! reader (platonic)#will graham x child! reader (platonic)#idk what to label this actually

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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 9 months ago

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02/24/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Cast&CrewSightings; Samba BTS; David Jenkins; Rhys Darby; Damien Gerard; Guz Khan!; SaveOFMD Crew Billboard; AdoptOurCrew Saturday Sillies; Making A Difference; Articles; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika;

Been a long Saturday yall. Hope you enjoyed the BTS and general clown/honking going around!

== Cast & Crew Sightings ==

= Samba Schutte Feat. David Jenkins! =

Samba's back with more BTS for us today!

This time the Crew Shoutout is for Chaos Dad himself: David Jenkins! So good to see Chaos dad having such a great time BTS. We love you David!

Videos on Tumblr:

Video 1

Video 2

Video 3

= Rhys Darby =

Rhys decided to take it up a notch today on his Tiktok/Instagram and tell... someone they've created a monster. Who might that be?

== Damien Gerard ==

Our crew-mate @patchworkpiratebear got a Cameo from our lovely Father-Teach, Damien Gerard! There's a bit of a story behind it, see below! Cameo link

== Guz Khan! ==

Hey! It's been a hot minute since we've seen our friend Guz Khan-- and now he's showed up on a cat! Good to see you sir!

== Save OFMD Crew ==

There have been questions raised about the billboard that the SaveOFMD Crew have been posting teasers for on their socials. The Crew had a meeting today wherein they discussed the concerns of the fandom, and have taken that feedback to heart. They are currently working on a clear information packet regarding the logistics of the current billboard efforts. They have kindly asked for your patience while they finish putting those last touches together!

== @adoptourcrew Saturday Sillies! ==

Our friends over at @adoptourcrew were kind enough to set up a new Saturday Sillies this week! This time they made custom OFMD Wordles! There were WAY too many images to include in the recap, so if you'd like to check them out, please visit the tumblr post below!

Wanna play? You can visit a tumblr post here

== Making a Difference! ==

Thank you to everyone who contributed to, or shared the fundraiser for Trans Pride Brighton! They've finally met their goal and can stay open another year! You made a serious difference in the lives of trans and non-binary folk in that community!

== Articles ==

Deze HBO-serie is gecanceld, maar had een 95% op Rotten Tomatoes

Schwule Romanze zwischen Piratenkapitänen

== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies. I hope you had a fun Saturday/Sunday wherever you are. I know some of you are already closing out the weekend. We made it through another day-- and there's all sorts of action going on across all the platforms. I hope you got a chance to have fun, but also to rest. I know you know this, but even though I do too I often forget it. Rest is so very important. It's so easy to burn out, especially when we're constantly exposed to so much online. I think to myself "oh it's fine I'll just get a few more things done" and then it's suddenly 3 hours later and I've had only 4 hrs sleep in the last 30. Please please please give yourself self care today. Go brush your teeth, or take a shower. If you feel like you can do more, brush your hair, or make yourself a nice cup of tea. Do something for you that makes you relax and feel rested. On your last day of the weekend, make sure to take a few moments to yourself and just remember how awesome you are. You may not feel like it sometimes, but I can tell you now you truly are Awe-some. You bring so much life and love to this world and you deserve all beautiful things you want. Anyway, I'm very sleepy and I'm rambling again (what's new). Sleep well and enjoy your day lovelies, see you tomorrow.

== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==

I'm being lazy tonight again yall. Just two goofy gifs that caught my eye, sorry I am running on fumes. Tomorrow I'll try to find some themed ones for ya <3

Rhys Gif: Courtesy of @fandomsmeantheworldtome

Taika Gif: ohnotheydidnt.livejournal

#daily ofmd recaps #ofmd daily recaps #ofmd daily recap #daily ofmd recap #our flag means death #ofmd #rhys darby #taika waititi #samba schutte #david jenkins #chaos dad #daddy jenkins #guz khan #damien gerard #save ofmd #save our flag means death #adopt our crew #save ofmd crew

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obae-me · 2 years ago

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Overtired obey me characters? Over tired obey me characters.

Overtired Obey Me characters? Hmm yes yes, this is very good, a very good image indeed. I’ve included little blurbs for all the characters minus mephisto, thirteen, and raphiel!

Lucifer is well known for this. It always seems that he runs entirely on coffee and spite. Taking care of his brothers and helping Diavolo run a kingdom isn’t exactly the lightest of workloads, and with his perfectionism, he’ll stop short of nothing of exemplary. Of course, in doing so, he often neglects his own needs, sometimes believing that he’s simply controlling himself by not giving into temptation like his brothers. Perhaps just an excuse he tells himself to push himself to work harder. It doesn’t always spiral out of hand, he tends to know his limits, but there are days that are worse than others. Days when he’s so tired he’ll go to the kitchen to finally fetch himself some food only to forget why he went there in the first place, walking out with simply a cup of tea or coffee instead. Other days he’ll refuse to sleep until his paperwork is done, falling asleep at his desk as soon as he signs his signature on the last page, missing breakfast the next morning.

He’s softer when he’s exhausted, his more hidden feelings coming to light, the burning Pride faltering as he has no further energy to fuel his sin’s flame. Grumpiness and irritation takes more vivacity than it seems, so he doesn’t even have the wherewithal for those emotions. He’ll misplace things, wander confused around the halls, speak in a tone so soft it almost scares his brothers more than when he sounds frustrated. Even the Anti-Lucifer League can hardly find it in them to mess with him when he’s this gone. It’s no fun pranking him anyway when he’ll hardly react to it... Plus if they get too close, he might coddle them, and that’s the last thing they want.

His brothers do try to help, even the...disgruntled ones. Who knows how that relaxing book of poems and the stray pillow landed in Lucifer’s office? Mammon does what he does best. Stealing. Where did Lucifer’s paperwork go? Who knows? Maybe Lucifer would find them the next morning. Beel makes sure Lucifer eats, ensuring it makes the body warm and tired. Why does the House smell like comforting lavender and chamomile? Asmo certainly didn’t have a hand in that. Of course not.

He’s usually quite intuitive when it comes to his brothers antics, but by the time he figures out they’re all coaxing him to sleep, it’s too late. Heavy eyelids can only stay open for so long. He struggles with his pride, trying to determine whether it’s better to finally give in, sleeping in his bed for once, or sticking out as long as he can, falling asleep in his office chair or one of the House’s many couches. If he doesn’t manage to make it to bed, he’ll find himself there when he wakes up with no memory of actually getting in on his own, although none of the brothers will admit to moving him, keeping his Pride intact...mostly.

Mammon being exhausted is a pretty rare sight. Everyone always jokes about how much they wish he would just sit down and be quiet, leave them alone, stay out of trouble. It’s not until he actually does that everyone becomes concerned. It’s very uncommon, but not unheard of. He does work part-time jobs to earn more money, not including his photoshoots he has fairly often. Both of those, plus classes, plus dealing with Lucifer’s punishments, plus his brothers constant beratements, plus taking the time to keep an eye on his siblings even if they’re unaware he is...it can make even the Great Mammon run ragged. While the brothers might constantly say that they wish for the day their greedy brother takes things seriously...it’s only because they’re terrified when it does happen. And it does happen.

When he’s overtired, everyone is suddenly reminded who the second-oldest truly is. When it comes down to the wire, time is money, and when he’s pushed too far, he won’t waste his energy. No jokes. No distractions. He will order his brothers around if they bother him, telling them to be quiet, to stop fighting, to leave him alone, all with too much of a serious tone in his eyes. They all listen. You never mess around with the happy-go-lucky person when they suddenly become gravely stern. He gets snappy, stressed, tense, resembling Lucifer a little too much. It bothers everyone, including the eldest, who would much rather have his typical little brother back despite the trouble he can get himself into.

So, they pamper him. Something they would never do under normal circumstances, Mammon being Greed after all, but when he gets like this, feeding his Greed is the best way to get him back to normal. They’ll give him small gifts, ones that have more meaning behind them rather than monetary value. All the while, they give him little bits of praise, chipping away at the dour tones to his face, coaxing the loving fun-hearted Mammon to come through. They can’t stand seeing their big brother like this. It makes the House feel colder...quieter. Sometimes it takes a while, but after enough care, Mammon gives in, melting at the attention he’s been given.

This is the only time he can seem to accept the love from his brothers without turning into a full tsundere. The brothers then take advantage of this, all encouraging him to sleep, before they all can get embarrassed by his genuine affection. But the Greed tempts him to stay awake. He wants more moments like these...Occasionally he’ll drag himself away on his own, but more often than not, Lucifer will be the one to force him to bed, leading him away with a simple hand on his shoulder. Mammon won’t fight him on this. He’ll remember every detail and keep it close to his heart...and desperately deny out-loud having any knowledge of any of that ever happening.

Levi has hardly a healthy sleeping schedule anyway, if you can even call what he has a sleep schedule to begin with. Levi being tired is not out of the ordinary. Gaming, reading manga, on an anime binge, standing in line for something exclusive, there’s not enough hours in the day for him to do what he wants to do. He gets his energy back through energy drinks or taking AFK ‘breaks’ to take a twenty minute nap. Somehow, against all odds, this usually works for him. However, it never lasts forever, there’s bound to be a wall for him to crash into. And when he crashes, he crashes hard. There’s a point when he crosses over from just being tired to being burnt-out completely, the passionate and excitable personality snuffed out.

When he gets like this, he’s hardly recognizable. He gets apathetic. Silent. Unmotivated. It worries his brothers greatly. Sure, they can find his endless rants to be a bit draining, and when he drags them into raffles or contests sometimes they find themselves irritated at the inconvenience, but when he can no longer find the energy to care for anything? When he sits at the table and doesn’t bring a game down with him? When someone brings up TSL and he doesn’t even blink? It sends the house through a red alert.

They all remember his favorite things, partially because in some deeper part of them, they do care, but also because more often than not, Levi ensures they can’t forget about it. So they try to pull it out of him, all of them almost sounding like a copy of Levi in their own right, each of them coming to him constantly to talk about the interests they share. Lucifer will come and ramble on about the interesting facts about the musical scores of certain games or movies. Mammon will come in and play video games with him. Satan will try to discuss plot points of manga stories. Asmo will dress him up in cosplay. Beel will talk about themed cafes he wants to visit, and Belphie will throw --sometimes quite literally-- Levi’s own plushies and character blankets at him.

Even if he doesn’t realize it in the moment, it’s comforting for Levi to hear his brothers all talk about what he likes. He’s not been ignored, he’s not strange. They listen, and it’s not just for show. This lulls Levi to sleep little by little, mostly because he’s no longer as stressed, but also perhaps, because listening to all his brothers talk for so long exhausts him. He’s used to doing the talking, not receiving it. Either way, it works. He can fall asleep rather instantly, simply nodding off wherever he might be. One of the brothers, usually the older ones, takes him back to his room, comforted when they hear him mutter something about Ruri-chan in his sleep.

Satan does his best to get proper rest. However, sometimes time does get the best of him. When you get into a good book, it can whisk you away, making you forget about everything else...including taking care of himself. He usually makes up for the lack of sleep by resting well the next night, so it’s not normally an issue. However, every so often, Satan will get ahold of a series, and well...that can lead to a few sleepless nights all in a row. Or he might stay up too late watching cat videos...or planning pranks for Lucifer. It’s rare to have Satan push himself so much that he’s just one step away from collapsing, but it does happen. When it does, the control that he works so hard to keep up slips from his fingers. It’s not always the wrath though, it’s any emotion.

Once he gets to this point, his moods have the tendency to be all over the place, switching at any given time based off of any circumstance. He can be overly giddy at one moment, and then crying the next. People can only hope that the wrong thing doesn’t set him on a wrath rampage. With the hold on his control loosened, who knows the type of damage he can do if he gets angry? He always holds himself so maturely, people often forget he’s still one of the younger brothers. It’s easier to remember once he gets like this.

Walking on metaphorical egg-shells, each brother will attempt to stabilize his mood. It’s quite like giving attention to a cat, staying a little on edge for when the soft purrs might turn into sharp claws. If he’s crying, certain brothers will rush in to comfort him. Asmo and Beel are best for that. If he’s panicked, others specialize in using logic to calm him down. Lucifer and Belphie know how to better appeal to that side of him. If Satan is suddenly finding everything hysterical, Levi and Mammon find themselves capable of pulling him back down to earth, laughing along with him. And if Satan suddenly turns angry? It’s all hands on deck. Everyone has a special folder of cat photos and videos on their D.D.D. for Satan Emergencies.

Unfortunately, none of them can try to get him to sleep until he does so on his own. Satan always secretly feels the need to prove himself, frustrated if anyone opposes his independence. The stubbornness of a middle child is an odd one indeed. The best way to handle this situation is to simply be there for him, making sure he’s cared for and no damage is done until his emotions burn him through completely. Sometimes they can encourage this process by making him listen to the sound of cats purring or even reading a book out loud for him so he can rest his eyes. Everyone can breathe a collective sigh of relief when Satan finally curls up asleep, sometimes in some odd corner of the House, finally peaceful.

Asmo works hard to take good care of himself, sleep being one of those things. Sleep does plenty of good things for your body! His nightly self-care routine is one of his favorite parts of the day. But...he is one of the party animals of the family...and demons throw wild parties. Every so often, he’ll go days without sleep, going to a different party each night, because he can’t let down his adoring fans! Plus he can’t deny he adores the attention. But parties don’t last forever, and neither does Asmo’s energy or tolerance. ‘Too much of a good thing’ does in fact exist. Social media upkeep, fan-mail, meet-and-greets, research on trends, inventing new trends, constant attention, if he gets too much at once, he can fizzle.

The days that Asmo is so exhausted he doesn’t want anyone to even look at him, you know it’s bad. It’s not even that he’s feeling self-conscious, it’s just that his lust has turned to disgust. Nothing’s cute anymore, just a pain, an eyesore. Don’t look at him, don’t touch him, don’t talk to him. Everything is overstimulating. Even the lights seem too bright. It bothers him. He gets snappy, crabby, going so far as to avoid his brothers and even the public to try to catch his breath and settle his muddled mind. It’s worrying to say the least, and all the brothers know that it’s in their best interest to get Asmo properly rested. Mostly because they care for him, but they also know that if Asmo quits pleasing the masses, there’s bound to be a riot at their door sooner rather than later.

Caring for Asmo when he’s like this is a very delicate process. It has to be a proper balance of giving him plenty of space, but also taking care of him at the same time. They usually take turns, coming up to his door one at a time, plenty of space between visits. Typically, they simply knock at his door gently, knowing that he might not check his phone if they try to text him. None of them will say too much, just leaving things by his door to pick up when he feels like it. Sweet snacks, a warm cup of tea, a bouquet of flowers, sometimes little notes of encouragement...because even the most confident of people need that sometimes. No needless flattery or compliments, just little phrases of support.

After enough personal time, he will get a bit lonely...perhaps very lonely. The next brother to knock will be pleasantly surprised when Asmo opens the door for them. He’ll rest willingly on his own...just not...alone. He wants someone there to comfort him while he sleeps. Even just having another body in the room helps him calm down. He loves himself, but there’s only so much warmth a reflection in the mirror can give. He might toss and turn for a while, a few tears slipping from his eyes, but if one of his brothers tuck him in, he’ll settle easier. With those little notes from his brother surrounding him, he’ll be reminded of how much he’s loved. Not just admired, but loved. He’ll sleep easier after that, the brother that’s with him turning off his lights.

Beel might work out the hardest, but he hardly ever gets overtired. Belphie helps some in that aspect, making sure his twin gets plenty of rest. Besides, they share a room, so Beel makes sure not to stay up too late as to not disturb Belphie out of respect anyway. A full stomach --well, as full as his stomach can get-- and a good night’s sleep is important to physical health as well. If he wants to get stronger, he has to take care of himself, and part of physical training is knowing your limits. To be fair, Beel doesn’t really have any limits anyway...but that’s not to say they don’t exist. Maybe his gluttony kept him up too long, or he felt he needed endless training for an upcoming game. It’s very very rare...so much so that the brothers still don’t fully know what to do when it happens.

He gets pretty mopey when he’s exhausted. Not even the thought of food makes him happy. Of course, he’s still hungry, so he’ll eat...just less than normal, and with a frown on his face rather than a content one. He’ll resemble Belphie a little too much, dragging his feet, endlessly sighing, tired of everything. Only, he knows he’s bigger and heavier than Belphie too, so he can’t even have the luxury of being carried around. That only makes him sadder. His brothers can’t stand to see him so upset, getting especially stunned if he ever turns away snacks. They get worried that he’s sick or cursed, not immediately coming to the conclusion that he’s simply exhausted.

It doesn’t help that he won’t tell anyone what’s wrong either. He doesn’t want to make his family fret. He doesn’t want to look weak. Ultimately, Belphie can tell what’s going on. They do have a strange twin connection after all. Naps can wait when Beel’s health is on the line! Belphie has to make sure he helps his brother sleep, and make sure the rest of his brothers help him too! It’s the least he feels Beel deserves, seeing as how he takes care of the others so much. It’s time to give back! Even if eating doesn’t appeal to him like usual, they’ll make him his favorite meal, which of course is a huge banquet. They’ll sit down and eat together, and make sure there’s absolutely no fighting at the dinner-table. They all can control themselves enough for one meal at least.

After dinner is a movie. Beel always does look happiest when they spend time together. Snacks are included, obviously, and everyone partakes. They’ll all try to sit as close to each other as they all can, making sure Beel is bundled up. They bring out hot chocolate, hoping a warm belly will lull him to sleep. Belphie is always the one to lean against his twin, falling asleep first, but he tries to get Beel to lean on him this time. He might feel like he’s being slightly crushed, but he can take it! With the support from his family, Beel will end up falling asleep, the strongest of the brothers working together to carry him to bed this time.

Belphie is always tired. It comes with the title of Sloth. However because of that, he’s almost always sleeping anyway. It should be almost impossible for him to become overly fatigued. Not even Lucifer could force the youngest to stay awake for too long. At the slightest twinge of drowsiness, Belphie will fall asleep. He wont go out of his way to do anything too arduous. In fact, he prefers not to do anything taxing at all. There would have to be some pretty peculiar circumstances keeping Belphegor from getting rest. Perhaps a magical curse is keeping him from sleeping. Maybe anytime he closes his eyes, he has a nightmare that shocks him awake. It’s possible all of his other brothers aren’t getting enough sleep, so he feels his sin ten-fold. The amount of times this has happened probably still remains under single digits, and it’s probably best if it stays that way.

He gets desperately clingy when he’s pushed too far. Sleep is all he wants, and he’ll take any measures to get it. He normally tries to act like his brothers are bothers, nothing more, only pulling the younger-sibling card when it benefits him, but when he’s burnt out, all that irritation goes out the window. He’ll run to any of his brothers, even Lucifer, although he’ll still try to keep the eldest as a last resort. He’ll cry, he’ll beg, he just needs some help to get proper rest. Please. Please, be quiet. Please hold him. Please carry him. He’s too tired to walk, too tired to eat, too tired to be angry at anyone. It’s almost painful, being this tired, directly conflicting his sin.

All the brothers have a particular soft spot for him anyway, but they’ll especially do anything he asks when he’s like this. It doesn’t happen too often after all, and they all care for their baby brother. Little sibling perks, am I right? Since this is an unusual circumstance, they’ll all try to figure out the problem. A curse? Lucifer and Satan will figure out how to break it in record time, working together without complaints...mostly. Too loud? Suddenly the house will be deathly quiet. Not even Asmo and Mammon make too much noise. Plagued by restless nightmares? Well, they’ll all try to work together on that, making him feel comfortable, trying to ease his stressed mind.

He’ll want for nothing. And despite his conflicted feelings on being babied, it’s...relaxing in a way at least. He is a bit upset about worrying Beel so much. His twin can hardly calm down when Belphie gets like this, meaning the House usually has two younger siblings to worry about at the same time. It’s perhaps to be expected though, seeing as how close they are. Beel wont rest until he’s sure Belphie does...so the only work Belphie has to focus on is trying to relax...even if that means relying on Lucifer too. He’ll never say it, but being in the eldest brother’s arms reminds him of Celestial Realm days...and maybe that bit of reassurance is all he needs sometimes...You better believe he’ll make up for it later with plenty of pranks in Lucifer’s direction when he wakes up. But...for now...he’ll let everyone take care of him. That way he can sleep gently for hours.

Diavolo is always seemingly filled with energy. Sure, he works hard, but he has Barbatos and Lucifer looking after him constantly. It wouldn’t do to have the Prince of the Devildom dragging his feet. Sure, he might get away with one or two sleepless nights, but you can be sure he’ll be taken care of. He doesn’t always have the luxury of choice. That being said, he is rather clever, and occasionally he does find ways to get things done without his butler knowing about it. And if he gets extremely desperate...well...he has been known to have his own special grip on time. Perhaps he uses this tactic every once and a while to catch up on work. He doesn’t want to be stuck behind a desk forever. He wants to do fun things like the others do. If he pushes himself to accomplish everything at once, it’s possible it might even be a bit too much for the future ruler of the Devildom.

At least when he gets too tired, it’s nothing too detrimental. He simply becomes...more mischievous. He is a tried-and-true demon after all. Having to be in control all the time...it’s no fun at all. The more exhausted he becomes, the more sick of being proper he gets. He wants to be a bit more carefree, he delights in hearing about what happens at the House of Lamentation all the time...So, he may cause...some problems. Nothing too serious, obviously, he’s not lost full control of himself. Things that are practically pranks, mostly harmless...mostly...And none of the student council nor the exchange students are completely safe.

It takes everyone a while to understand who’s responsible for making Barbatos’ tea-time snacks unbearably sour, as well as making every room in the House and Hall upside down, and even mildly cursing everyone to speak backwards for a few hours. Lucifer and Barbatos are the first ones to figure it out, coming to the conclusion that their precious Prince must be extremely stressed or exhausted, or even a combination of the two. They figure the best way to calm him down is to give him what he wants. While all of them wish for no more pranks, they agree to spend some time with him, do something fun, play some games even.

That’s all he really wants, is to feel more normal, not to be stuck doing endless paperwork and leading meetings. The last of his energy is spent playing games with the others, his pride saved as Barbatos and Lucifer lead him away before he collapses. The two demons wish they could’ve helped him before it got to this point, but everyone gets overtired sometimes. Not even royalty is exempt. It’s comforting to Diavolo knowing that this is something he can share with the others, as silly as bonding over being exhausted is. His little day of fun is at an end, drifting off to sleep comfortably, getting a royal amount of rest.

Barbatos doesn’t sleep much. Not that he really needs to anyway. He’s one of those demons that can thrive on just a handful of hours of rest. After all, he’s a very busy demon, with too much to do, a ruler to care for. If he ever gets tired, he never shows it. No one hardly even sees him with his eyes closed. Besides, he takes care of himself very well. He can’t afford to get sick or burnt-out, what sort of butler would he be if he couldn’t do his job properly? Although, some things are bound to happen, and when you’re working that hard for centuries on end, most of the time refusing to take a break? Even someone as powerful as Barbatos is not completely immune to exhaustion.

He does his best to hide his drowsiness, continuing work as normal, simply making little mistakes he would normally never make. To any other stranger, no one would have any clue anything was wrong. To those who know him, however, the littlest mistakes are telling. Awake half-an-hour after his usual wake-up time? Picking the wrong kind of tea in the morning? A single wrinkle on the back of one of his pant legs? Something must be very wrong indeed. He feels shame for even the smallest of these blunders. It’s not right for a royal butler to make such grievous errors. No one thinks he’s done wrong at all...However, Lucifer and Diavolo push for him to get some rest. He can’t exactly deny the Prince’s requests...and it would be better for him to simply step away and recuperate rather than continue to humiliate himself further.

It’s not often he needs to focus on himself like this. He’ll lie down for about an hour, only to get up again, confused as to why he’s being ushered back to his room. Surely an hour is plenty of time? Or perhaps his mind is more rattled than he thought he was. At times, he borders on sleep-walking, getting up, unaware of what he’s doing, going around the hallways to dust the ornate frames of the castle’s many paintings or preparing to make Diavolo some snacks. Not many demons can make pastries while half-asleep, but Barbatos sure can. It gets to the point where he almost needs a guard at the door...to ensure he gets a full days rest.

All the brothers are brought over from the House of Lamentation to help fulfill butler duties. It takes a lot of work to maintain a castle...The members of Purgatory Hall might be called to help as well. That way Barbatos can rest easy, knowing everything is taken care of. He does worry more than anyone realizes...which might be part of the reason why he’s been so exhausted as of late. Unchecked stress can do just as much harm as lack of sleep. He does feel a bit embarrassed being fretted over, but he can’t help but smile when Diavolo brings him sweets and tea in bed. It’s nearly perfect, and he can’t help but feel pride at the Young Lord’s attention to detail. He’ll sleep through most of the day, getting up bright and early the next morning, ready for another good few decades --if not centuries-- of hard work.

Simeon goes through cycles of remaining well-rested and pushing himself too hard. He needs to remain a good influence on Luke, and he can’t do that if he doesn’t get proper sleep. However, as a writer and author, sometimes creativity strikes at the weirdest times. There’s plenty of nights where he’ll get that sudden strike of ideas, needing to get up to jot it down. Sometimes little snippets turn into full blown chapters. Besides, taking orders from Michael, keeping an eye on everyone at Purgatory Hall, caring for Luke, and keeping up his appearance as Christopher Peugeot...it can be a lot for one angel. It’s not very uncommon for Simeon to be so selfless he neglects his own needs, but the more everyone can help him avoid it, the better.

When he gets too tired, suddenly the pleasant standard he holds himself too falls away. He’ll try to still remain polite, but it’s much harder. His smile is a deep frown. Any little inconvenience irritates him to a rather irrational amount. Ran into a doorframe? Dropped a pen? Hears someone speaking just the slightest bit too loud? He almost loses it, wrath taking over. He does try not to unleash his frustration towards anyone who doesn’t deserve it. He knows this much about himself to send Luke away, at least, asking that Solomon keep an eye on the little angel as he tries to sort himself out. Some cursing might be heard throughout the dorm after all.

Sometimes he can get himself to rest just fine, getting just a calming cup of tea and some bedrest. Other times, he’ll need some assistance. He’s used to being the one to help, not needing the help, so he’s not always sure how to be selfish. Help is usually done more behind the scenes, trying not to let Simeon know who fully was involved in helping him out. Classes for Simeon are already canceled today? Those book-signing plans have already been perfectly rescheduled? Someone helped Luke with his homework? Dinner is already prepared--and don’t worry, not by Solomon.

Seems everyone had a little hand in making sure Simeon was looked after. Despite being overly irritated, it warms his heart knowing that demons still have grace and compassion. He does feel a little embarrassed knowing that he let himself get this way, needing Solomon or Luke to be the ones to let everyone know how Simeon was faring. He appreciates having such caring roommates, though. He can’t march around being angry forever. He’s representing the Celestial Realm after all...and he can’t quite spurn the kind acts the others have taken to make sure he rests. So, he’ll put away the pen and paper, letting the responsibilities fall off his shoulders for a while as he sleeps deeply.

Solomon tends to overdo it quite...frequently. He’s been down in the Devildom so long, dealing with demons so long, being alive so long...he can forget he’s still only human. It’s a harsh reality that makes itself known at least...once every few months. He’s quite terrible at making sure he sleeps properly. He’s always doing something after all, trying to expand his already vast collection of spells and knowledge. He’s not called Solomon the Wise for nothing after all. Although, you’d think for someone so ‘wise’, he’d have the wisdom to sleep properly in a bed, not trying to use spells or potions or mild curses to force himself to stay awake. Simeon does do his best to keep an eye on the human, but sometimes there’s only so much he can do to such a stubborn sorcerer.

Although, he has a pretty interesting way of showing when he’s so sleep deprived, it’s getting dangerous. He gets pretty weepy, breaking down rather frequently. Being alive for so long is pretty taxing for the human mind...and being awake for so long has the tendency to make even the mysterious Solomon a bit of a mess. He can miss classes, skip meals, sit in a seat and stare out the window for hours. He does his best to hide it around the others, but everyone, especially the angels, can tell he’s gloomier than usual. It’s rather off-putting seeing someone often so entertained be so down.

The other residents of Purgatory Hall are usually the ones to care for him, but every so often, some of the other demons might get involved. Only to...keep anything unfortunate from happening, surely. Asmo of course is the first to leap to the rescue! They are bound from a pact after all, he has to do his part. Barbatos usually steps in to make sure all is well too. It is within his duties to see that all the exchange students are in good health...and well, he too has duties as a pact-mate. They have to make sure Solomon’s projects and experiments are put aside for now, trying to find other things to distract him, to cheer him up, things that aren’t as taxing. Asmo will pamper him while Barbatos ensures he eats well, all the while Simeon and Luke comfort him, regaling him with fascinating stories of the Celestial Realm.

It might take a while to get through to him, to bring him back to the present, trying to encourage him to put aside his vast past. The future still has plenty of secrets to hold. He has things to look forward to, mysteries to discover and things to learn. But he can’t do any of those if he’s so tired his hands are shaking. It’s...odd for him to be taken care of like this, he has only faint memories of his childhood, dreams that were lifetimes ago. However, this brings him some nostalgia, even if he can’t recall any details. He might finally make a joke about only sleeping if one of the demon brothers makes a pact with him. Of course, they all refuse, which was to be expected. But he can sleep peacefully at last, trying to hold onto every moment of these new memories while they’re still fresh in his mind.

Luke used to hardly ever stay up too late. This would have to be more of a recent development. Like Simeon, Angels can’t be too selfish, making sure to have all things in moderation, which means knowing when to rest, stepping away from the world. Well, that’s what they’re told anyway. Plus, Luke is still young, so he can’t stay up too late anyway, whether because he gets tired on his own, or one of his many guardians puts him to bed. Every so often though, he’ll find a spark of rebellion. He knows as an adult you get to stay up late, he knows about all-nighters. And perhaps something in his adolescent mind began to associate late nights with being grown. He’ll tell the others he’s going to bed, only to force himself to stay awake, feeling no longer like a child as he does whatever he wants up till the early hours of the morning. Simeon and Solomon are typically none the wiser. Who would’ve thought the little angel would end up depriving himself of sleep?

Everyone is able to tell the next day, however. It’s nearly painfully obvious when Luke sleeps in, only to whine when he’s woken up to get ready for classes. He almost falls asleep at the table for breakfast, nearly unable to keep his eyes open. Everyone is...torn on how to handle this. Half of them suggest keeping Luke home, making sure he gets sleep. The other half encourage Luke to attend classes anyway. If he wants to make those decisions, he has to deal with the consequences. It’s hard to enforce such rules when Luke rubs his eyes, trying to crawl into Simeon’s arms to fall asleep. The little angel practically cries, all that talk about being grown-up no longer as important as he felt it was. Being so tired is, well, exhausting.

In the end, he misses classes, staying home. It would be rather dangerous for Luke to attend RAD in this state. Those who share classes with Luke will bring home copies of notes for him. Despite everyone who finds immense joy in teasing the chihuahua, they all come together to help where they can. Luke is very lucky to have so many people to look after him. Luke typically hates being coddled, hates being treated like a child, but at the end of the day, he is one, and being taken care of puts him at ease.

He’ll only get a mini lecture from Simeon, reminding Luke about the importance of sleep. If the little angel is unlucky, Lucifer will catch wind of the deed, coming to give Luke an even bigger lecture. But no one can talk to Luke for too long. He keeps falling asleep throughout the day, finding someone to come up to to hold him as he takes little naps. The others try not to let him sleep too long, because then he won’t be able to sleep again during the night...but it’s very hard to disturb him when he sleeps so soundly. It feels like a sin to stir such a precious angel. At least Luke will learn his lesson. Why do some adults deprive themselves of sleep? It doesn’t feel like a grown-up thing to do at all, it just feels pretty painful and pointless. Now everyone has to watch themselves...Luke will make sure everyone sleeps properly now.

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skrrts · 2 months ago

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told you so! (oneshot) mature!

✧ gn!reader x choi san ✧ genre: non idol, slice of life, relationship, suggestive, mdni ✧ word count: 1,8k ✧ warnings: suggestive, undressing, neck & shoulder kissing, him taking a bath, slight description of body, deep kiss, end indicates more, no smut, mdni!

When San comes home all tense after Wooyoung challenged him to a silly gym competition, you decide to help him unwind with a hot bath, a shoulder massage, and a few kisses.

a/n: i posted this almost 2 months ago and deleted it within a few hours cause i got insecure about the feedback for it being too close to smut but then not being smut. decided to repost it.

You knew that face too well, San always tried to pull it off whenever he was hiding something but he was really bad at it, not only because you could see the tension in his shoulders. Somehow, the photo of Wooyoung on Instagram made sense now, as he claimed to be the victor of some challenge. What was up with those friends always being like that?

“San, is there something I should know?” You asked innocently while pouring yourself a cup of tea, watching him. Your boyfriend was trying his hardest not to show very obviously how he likely overworked himself at the gym, broad muscles all tense. Tomorrow would be one of those mornings where he would pout a little at you when hushing him out of bed because he’d be late for his dance classes. Maybe working out challenges wasn’t the smartest of ideas when you made your living with dancing.

“I love you and you are the most stunning being walking on earth?” he asked, lurking over from the fridge sipping slowly on the bottle of water. You placed your cup into the sink and slowly stalked over. He closed it with a small sound, withdrawing: “Anything else?”

He knew he had been caught and before he could say anything, you poked his shoulder and he winced, almost dropping the bottle. “Please don’t tell me you and Woo were doing some challenge again of who can lift more weights.”

Oh this expression, San was making that face which was trying to sell it was not his fault. “He wouldn’t leave it be, not like he can beat me anyway!”

You made a mental note of chasing Wooyoung around, the next time he would see him.

“Choi San, what am I going to do with you? I can’t believe you are always so diligent in taking care of your health but when your best friend comes up with all of these stupid challenges, you forget about it. Don’t you meet this new artist who is looking for a dancing crew for the MV tomorrow?”

This time, a deep sigh fled his lisp: “I know, you are right, and yeah. I mean, I will be fine, really. I am going to take a nice hot shower and then slip underneath my sheets. Maybe get to cuddle my favorite person.”

The puppy look was the worst, he always pulled it on you and for a person that usually reminded you much more of a cat, it was silly but very efficient. He looked like his plushie, the first thing he unboxed when you moved together.

“You really are something. Fine, because I am the most stunning person, as you say, I will take care of it. Sit down on the couch and wait there for me!” When San made a confused face, you just ignored him and disappeared into the bathroom.

Naturally, you planned to do something relaxing on the weekend but this seemed to be some kind of emergency. You started to pour hot water into the tub, enough to still be comfortable before picking a bottle with nicely smelling oils you bought from this one store Seonghwa worked at. He promised this was good for relaxing, especially after long and stressful weeks.

You used enough for bubbles to fill the surface before lurking over. The roses San gifted you almost had reached their limit so after a moment of hesitation, you carefully tore them apart, sprinkling the pedals in the bath as well.

“Just a second,” you called out when you walked from the bathroom to the bedroom, San leaning forward, trying to see what you were up to. Okay, maybe the bottle of wine did not really fit in with this but why not? If you took care of his tense shoulders, you might relax a little.

Others might question why the two of you had glasses in your bathroom but one could say, it wasn’t the first time, just that usually, San was doing something like this for you whenever you returned from those awful meetings which took place a few times a year. Once the two glasses were poured and a few candles lighted, you were satisfied with the scene.

You quickly checked your appearance in the mirror, and placed the massage oil on the edge of the tub before calling for him. A moment later, San lurked in, slightly confused about the scene and you sitting on top of the small stool you had to store some items on with a glass of wine in your hands.

San was blinking, this scene was likely new to him: “Uhm?”

You smirked, pointing toward the bathtub: “Well, we cannot let you walk around with those stiff shoulders, can we? I need my dancer to be in his best shape tomorrow, so I’ll be sweet and treat you today.”

Your boyfriend cleared his throat and closed the door: “Is that so?”

You crossed your legs, sipping on your drink again: “Mhm, so go on. Strip for me, handsome. You will have to get into the bathtub first and then we can work on those pretty shoulders of yours.” The intention was to make him relax but it did not mean you could not tease him just a little, the flush on his cheeks was always worth it.

“You want me to strip?” he asked again but sighed before having a very small grin on his lips: “I see how it is, you are making me pay for that promised massage.” This time, you were the one giving him an innocent look but San laughed. “You know, I suck at this but I shall try to at least make it look a bit like in the movies.”

San pulled the beanie from his hat, ruffling through his dark hair, eyes on you as the pair of glasses was placed aside of it. When he pulled up his shirt you waved with your free hand: “Please, a little slower. I want to enjoy the view.”

He tilled his head, chuckling: “As you wish.” This time his fingers very slowly started to pull up the black fabric of his shirt, revealing each and every muscle and you tilted your head to make sure you were enjoying the view. There really was nothing imperfect about his body, but you knew he put all of the work into it, being there over the years as he changed.

As it came over his head, San carelessly dropped it on the floor before slowly unzipping his jeans, doing every sleep extra slow and you did not shy away from also admiring that, biting a little on your lower lip but reminding yourself to behave for now. As much as you enjoyed this, you wanted to take care of him.

“Most handsome,” you breathed when the last bit of cloth was dropped. You could see that San likely was thinking the same but he remained in place: “It leaves some room for improvement.”

Pft, you thought it was quite good. “Perfect, now into the tub with you, sink all in.”

San gave you a last glance before slowly walking over, you took a last sip before joining his side. The bathtub felt like a lottery win, you were both surprised to see this apartment had one even large enough to fit the both of you in. Your boyfriend slowly got into the water and sighed.

“This feels nice,” he admitted and you knelt next to the tub, playing a little with some of the pedals. San was looking at you, admiring your face quietly when your eyes met. “I am not getting in with you just yet,” you hummed. “A little patience, handsome. We have to take care of those shoulders first. I told you.”

You moved and grabbed the massage oil but wanted to give San a few moments to relax in the water first. “Now, promise me not to always be so reckless, I know you and Wooyoung love to do those challenges but try it with going for who can eat more next time.”

There was a little scold needed before you placed a quick kiss on his cheek. “Okay, if you feel good, relax a little forward.”

You rolled up the sleeves of your hoodie and used plenty of the nicely smelling massage oil, gaze following how the waterdrops were running over San’s back as he slowly sat up.

“I will try, I just can’t change it. He’s so good at making me do those silly things.” When you carefully placed your hands on his shoulder, he winced just from all the tension that built up there. Now, you weren’t really an expert on massages so you would keep it simple, focusing on the shoulders and just the lower part of the neck. You watched a few videos a while ago about what not to do.

Your fingers worked slow and made sure not to ignore any of those knots in his shoulders. San was just sighing a little, slowly relaxing as you went on. By the time you reached his neck, his eyes were closed, and he just sat comfortably enough for you to reach him easily. One of your hands let go of his neck, fingertips very gently brushing over his shoulderbone, making him shiver and slightly opening his eyes.

“Feeling better?” you whispered and received a small nod in response. “Much better, thank you,” his voice was a little husky but before he could turn his head to look at you, lips were pressed against his shoulder

“Is that also part of the massage?” he teased and you looked up. “Mh, I’d more call it active testing of how relaxed you are. There still might be some stress we have to release.” It was nice how easy San was to bare his neck for you when kisses started to trail along it and as tempting as it was to leave a mark just to see him blush about it later, you decided not to.

Well, it was enough time to make him grin, but before you knew it, his strong arm was around you and pulled you into the water with him. There was a small splash, wet clothes clinging to your body but you only could breathe when lips already crashed onto yours.

His tongue gently pushed in and you allowed for them to play a little, tugging on his hair when your longs needed some air. The moment your eyes met, you knew that San wasn’t patient anymore.

“Time to make sure that you also get to relax a little,” he breathed to your ear after pulling you closer.

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