#i want them all to look consistent but if i make any changes be ready for that

[bisexualcherdegre]

D:BH Rarepairsweek 7 | @dbhrarepairs

Day 1 - North/Kara

[gnawsy]

vixcamgirl reader?? 👀💕

content warnings › exhibitionism. clit play. strap-on usage. vi being referred to as ‘puppy’. lots of praise. bit of aftercare towards the end.

“are you guys ready?” you preen at the recording video camera, smiling big and bright as your fingers fiddle with the frilly lace that lines your panties. “I don’t think y’all are.”

you’ve been teasing your fans about your partner for a while now. and, it’s safe to say they’ve grown impatient with your consistent secrecy. a barely in-frame photo of her beefy arms, a picture of your sitting on her abs, and whatever other dirty shit you can dig up in your gallery. they need to see the real, full thing.

it only took a few anonymous messages, and some much needed reassurance from your girlfriend, to bring her on.

the chat spams messages at your playful mockery, though a few do manage to catch your eye.

pussylicker666: yes yes yes~!!

butchbitch: BRING HER ON NOW.

bbcstroker3: she a man?

choco3756: I bet she’s so hot..

cultcoochie: she got a bush? do you wash it?

you call violet over with a jerky nod of your chin, reaching a hand out to grab hers and dragging her forwards once she doesn’t willingly step into frame. she grins nervously at the flashing device; looking like a shy school girl despite her wide, muscular frame.

“soo, everyone! this is violet— or, well, vi. my girlfriend.” you introduce, crawling onto the bed behind her to drape yourself over her back, feeling all over her muscles possessively. warm lips meet the side of her neck, and she jumps. letting out an apprehensive giggle at the sudden affection. “she’ll be joining us for today.”

vi flushes at the fingers coming up to squish her cheeks, making her lips pucker out adorably as she whines out for you to stop.

“come on, baby. say hi to the people.” “..hi.”

everyone, including you, relish in her shy tone.

quickly maneuvering to sit down beside her, you show off the toys you might be tonight using to your viewers. from small vibes to ridiculously large dildos. most, if not any of them, wont be. usually, camgirls don’t do this. but, you like to keep your fans in the know. not wanting them to get bored and unfollow. though, a little surprise is good every now and then.

your girlfriend looks understandably skittish, even though she willingly agreed to this. you gave her the entire run down from the moment you asked her about it; told her you’d stop the stream with some bullshit excuse if she were to ever hey too uncomfortable with what you were doing.

“are you ready, honey?” your syrupy voice drizzling in her ear makes her recoil. violet gives you a shaken nod, making a cute little “um” as your palm presses against her binded chest. easing her back to rest on her elbows.

“yep! yeah, ready.” she gasps, followed by a strained chuckle as you unbutton her jeans. she watches your fingers fiddle with the latches with unwavering attention, only looking away once her boxers were revealed. stupid, spongebob print boxers.

you giggle at the sight of the ironic pair of underwear, giving her a raised brow of amusement before slowly dragging them down her fat quads. she could’ve changed them before coming on here, but oh well.

vi flusters under your questioning look. leaning back against the headboard so she can cover her face with her arms, sighing out soft noises of displeasure. a little “stop it” leaving that mouth. what else could she have worn? it was wash day for christ’s sake!

you raise her legs for her when she doesn’t, tossing the soiled garment away with a sickening giggle. allowing the tense limbs settle back into a comfortable position, you slowly ease them farther apart. exposing her soggy, matted bush for thousands of perverted eyes to see.

“look at how wet she is.”

the girl beneath you lets out a small moan of discomfort as you spread her swollen lips apart with your index and middle fingers, showcasing her pretty pink insides to your fans as thick globs of grool ooze from her painfully obvious tight hole. traveling down between her ass cheeks, past her anus, to then create a small puddle below. it almost has her hand between her legs to try and cover herself up. but you wouldn’t be having that.

being on live video is fine, sure. whatever. but, do you have to exploit and embarrass her?

“i swear she’s always like this..” you mumble, leaving her puffy, hairy lips alone to then brush your thumb over the pearl of her massive clit. which is peeking out between her folds to greet the audience. “..oh- and look who came out to say hello.”

violet squeaks as your unwavering touch sets off fireworks in her belly, abs clenching and twitching as you caress the throbbing nerve bundle with little care. it has her hips jerking upwards, searching for more friction where there is none.

“ah, please-“ she mutters, instantly regretting what she said. the chat raving on about her pitiful response.

you want to be mean to her, desperately. but, this is your first stream with her. so, you guess you could be a bit nicer. a bit more lenient.

“oh, oh!” a subtle blush blossomed on her cheeks as you nudge yourself deeper between her legs, pulling her lower half onto your lap to begin steadily stroking over her sizeable clitoris. which was twitching and pulsating beneath the supple pad of your pollex. reaching around with your other hand to reposition your phone and angle between the both of your intertwined bodies

her socked toes curl in on the soles of her feet, quiet mumbles of pleasure growing to that octave you’re so very familiar with. gooey arousal drips onto your clothed crotch, the heat of it making your pussy throb to life. panties dirtied with an obvious wet stain on the front.

the startings of an orgasm swell up in her gut, muscles stiffening to the point of an intense cramp. just as she’s about to experience that saccharine release, you snatch your hand away. causing your sweet girl to let out a little cry of despair. she was just about to come.

“‘m sorry, baby.” you croon hushedly, kissing away the tears that are surely bubbling at the corners of her eyes. such a whiny, pathetic girl, she is. “I gotta put on a good show.”

violet sniffles, but nods nonetheless. letting the fire in her belly snuff out before you start the seemingly endlesss assault of edging her.

tear stains streak her rosy face, lips quivering in a pout, brows furrowed as yet another climax slips through her fingers. she’s feeling unsatisfied, yet overstimulated. unfamiliar from how fulfilled she usually is when she’s with you.

just one touch sends her flying back against the wall, flinching away from a singular brush of your knuckles. her poor clit is matching the natural color of her hair, looking as if it’s got its own heartbeat from how hard you’ve got her throbbing. her cute little asshole clenches tight whenever you bring her to the brink; only to drag her back off the ledge with adrenaline still coursing through her veins.

“aww, poor puppy.”

violet wails as your fingers drag up her slit, gathering her slick and spreading it across her inner thighs and lower stomach. defiling freckled flesh from the waist down, skin glistening with her own mess.

butchbitch: don’t be mean :(

d4ddysgirl: give the dog a treat! she’s been good :c

the comments encourage you to give her a reward, so, you might as well. right?

you purr at the weeping girl beneath you, kissing away saltine teardrops as your delicate palm caresss her inner thigh; keeping her nice and districted as your other hand finds the toy box set off to the far right. pulling out a matte black leather harness and sparkling galaxy dildo. a present your girlfriend had given you a while back.

her eyes flutter shut when you tongue invades her mouth, her own pushing out to meet yours in a sloppy tango. large, scarred hands grab at the back of your neck, burying themselves in your hair as she tries her best to keep you close.

she can’t hear the faint click of the metal buckles over the wet smack of your lips; only aware of what’s going on around her once the bulbous, manmade head of your cock nudges her leaking hole. her legs would’ve snapped shut, if it weren’t for your waist being in the way. squirming backwards to run from the impending doom that is your cock; standing tall and proud between your thighs.

“ah, hey—“ violet squeaks, breaking away from the kiss in a panic because that damn thing is way too big. “—I can’t take that!”

“yes you can.” comes your unavoidable encouragement, the obnoxious chimes of donations hitting your bank account filling the ringing silence. this’ll probably one of your biggest streams, yet. “I know you can.”

you’ve got to keep the show rolling.

“you’re my good girl, yeah?”

she eventually nods with a pitiful hiccup, trembling limbs reluctantly spreading wide as your reach back down; spreading her slick along your cock like lube. she’s wet enough for it, embarrassingly.

“I’m your good girl.” she agrees, raising her hips as you drag a pillow below her lower back. you’re going to give the audience what they want in due time, but damn your girl being uncomfortable. her ankles lock around your back as you slide your dick through her folds, the smooth silicone against her pussy doing numbers on her nerve receptors.

her spine locks in a rigid arch as you guide the head down to her narrow entry way, slowly pushing the girthy mass in with quiet concentration. your brows furl as she cries, pressing a hand down on her tense tummy to make sure she doesn’t try to escape again.

fat pussy lips stretch over your cock, the loud squelch of you invading her insides make her wanting to curl up and die on the spot. this isn’t the first time you’ve had intercourse, no. but it damn sure feels like it.

vi’s fingers scramble to try and pry your hands off of her, but you just smack them away. contemplating restraining them behind her head once you’ve bottomed out. her bitching and whining have only gotten louder, and that’s only gaining you more and more viewers from stream shares and recommendations.

“good girl, vi. take it for me, baby.”

her tight cunny clings to the thick dildo, preventing you from pulling out too far as you slowly rock your hips back and forth. the stinging pain everytime your tip crashes into her cervix excruciating, yet blissful.

blunt nails drag down your forearms to leave scorching red lines in their wake, body set alight with ecstacy as your pace slowly accelerates. one of her eyelids has fallen heavy; jaw dropped loosely, tongue lolled out against her bottom lip and slippery with drool. she looks like one of those girls you’d find in a poorly animated hentai video. and you’re loving it.

“everyone seein’ this?” you hum, reaching back for the webcam and holding it in unsteadily. focusing it on violet’s pornographic expression as you somehow fuck yourself deeper into her twisted insides, the tip just a bit away from breaching her womb. the expertly carved veins rub deliciously against her g-spot. and, it’s then, she knows it’s over.

“isn’t she so pretty? getting fucked like a dog.”

she can even think to hide herself as the pressure in her stomach reaches an all time high. sobbing into the air as a mindboggling, soulshattering orgasm shreds through her very being. vi’s face scrunches in what seems like pain as she gushes around your cock, throat stuttering to let out a deep, choked up, howling, moan she can barely get out.

a few more agonizing thrusts to work her through elation, and she’s beggging for you to pull out. cunt sore and raw from the beating it’s been through. you know good and well she’s done with sex for the night.

slowly drawing your hips back, you try to be as careful as possible. even as she’s blubbering and coughing beneath you. you worry, in the back of your mind, that your viewers haven’t had their fill. which would mean that you’d stop racking in checks. but, you were pleasantly wrong.

you didn’t really have time to look at your phone, but you knew they were sending something good. or hoped, at least.

“you did such a good job, baby. such a good job.” your praises are like a morning bird’s chirps to her. leaning into your warm chest as you wipe her up with dampened washcloth, already prepared before even hitting the on switch.

once she’s cleaned up and ready for bed, you give a curt goodbye to your fans. turning off your camera and the phone it’s connected to, tossing them on the dresser to be forgotten about for the rest of the night.

she’s almost asleep, lashes fluttering as her eyes struggle to stay open. you can’t blame her, she’s been through some intense shit.

“going to sleep?” you ask, laughing as she nods and rolls her head onto your shoulder. soft snores soon filling the otherwise quiet air; save for the tv you just turned on, and the faint whirr of the air conditioning. she clings to you like a baby koala would hang onto its mother, not letting you move an inch away. it’s just too comfortable and her body’s already immobilized with exhaustion. “annnnd she’s out.”

in some way you manage to wiggle your way under the sheets with vi still on top of you, slowly pulling the covers up and draping them around you both. this would probably be the best rest she’s had in forever.

“sleep tight, honey.”

[liliavanrougelover]

the housewardens (and if possible also vice housewardens but not needed) with a reader that refuses to get up without a good morning kiss. like, they'll just lie in bed until they get a good morning kiss. then if one day they don't get one, they're pouting the whole day and just in a grumpy mood

No kisses?

Characters: Housewardens and vice housewardens

Warnings: Rook

A/N: Sorry this took so long. I'm a master procrastinator

Riddle Rosehearts:

He always gives you kisses anyways, it’s the best way to start his day after all

It’s how he wakes you up in the morning

A gentle kiss and a “Good morning”

If he does forget, he’ll be confused why you’re so upset during the day and when you tell him why he feels guilty

He apologizes for forgetting. Like a formal apology. “I, Riddle Rosehearts, would like to apologize…” etc.

As an alarm blares on his bedside table, Riddle slowly comes to consciousness. He lazily reaches over and turns his alarm off. He sits up and sleepily rubs his eyes. As he hears a yawn, he looks over to see his partner stirring from their sleep as well. He smiles and leans over to plant a gentle kiss on their forehead. “Good morning, my rose,” He whispers. And to Riddle, the only reciprocation he needs is the tired smile that comes to his partner's face.

Trey Clover:

He woke you up normally before

Just slightly shakes you and calls your name

When you tell him you want a good morning kiss, he’s fine with that

He wakes you up, kisses you, and gets ready for the day

He also gives you one after you both get dressed and have to part ways

If he does forget, he feels bad but also isn’t surprised that he forgot

He has a lot on his plate, okay? Of course he would forget something so small

But he’ll make it up by giving as many kisses as you want before bed

Trey's eyes softly flutter open as the morning sun kisses his face. He sits up and stretches, letting out a content hum as his back pops. He turns over to his partner and calls their name, his voice soft and husky. When they stir, he smiles at them. He leans over and gives them a gentle kiss before he gets up and gently urges them to get out of bed and start the day.

Leona Kingscholar:

Good grief

He doesn’t give you a kiss

Not because he doesn’t want to, but because he wants you to stay in bed with him

If he does have to get up, he’ll give you a quick kiss and then go about his day

He doesn’t forget. Ever. It’s the one thing that stays consistent every day.

Most days he doesn’t give you a kiss until Ruggie drags him (and you) out of bed

The morning sun shines into Leona’s room and falls across his eyes, waking the lazy lion from his sleep. He growls and turns over looking for his partner. He moves close and pulls them into his arms. When they finally wake up, he sleepily greets them. He keeps his arms around them, laying in silence. Eventually the peace is broken as Ruggie comes in and pulls the blankets away from them, telling Leona to get up. Leona growls but obliges. He gives his partner a gentle kiss before finally getting ready for the day.

Ruggie Bucchi:

When he wakes up, he already has a lot to do so he doesn’t really take time to wake you up

If you wake when he does he’ll say a quick “good morning” before leaving

On the days where he doesn’t really have any work to do, he’ll stay in bed with you for a while

He’ll tell you about the dream he had, how much he doesn’t want to start the day, asks if he can copy your homework and anything else that comes to his mind.

When he does learn that you want a good morning kiss every morning, he’ll try his best

He doesn’t forget, but there are times where he does have to rush out the door and he’ll apologize later in the day

He’ll make up for any kisses when you two are about to go to sleep

As an alarm rings, Ruggie reaches over to his end table and turns the alarm off. He gets out of bed and walks over to his closet, getting changed quickly. He walks back over to his bed and gently wakes his partner. He gives them a kiss and rushes out the door to go work.

Azul Ashengrotto:

He usually just wakes you up by shaking you and calling your name

The first thing he does is wake you, says “good morning” and then gets dressed

When he learns that you won’t get up without a good morning kiss, he’ll be a bit reluctant but do it anyways

It’s not that he doesn’t want to kiss you, He’s just flustered at the idea (he gets more used to it as time goes on.)

When he forgets, he apologizes by having the tweels drag you to his VIP room and giving as many kisses as you want for compensation. He can’t be in your debt, after all.

He’s surprised to find out that he loves it. He loves kissing you in the morning and he loves when you kiss him in the morning

Don’t tell anyone though. If the tweels heard, they wouldn’t let him live it down.

Azul blinks his eyes open, groggily staring at the ceiling. He yawns and sits up, stretching his arms behind his back and sighing in content when his back pops. He looks over to where his partner still sleeps. He gently smiles as he takes a moment to admire them. He finally wakes them and gives them a small kiss and gets the same back from them. After another moment of admiring them, he stands and goes to get dressed.

Jade Leech:

He sometimes wakes you up with breakfast in bed (Floyd has complained about not getting his own breakfast.)

Other times he simply wakes you up with a call of your name and a little shake.

When he learns that you like good morning kisses, who is he to deny you?

Now he sometimes wakes you up to breakfast in bed with a side of kisses. And other times just kisses. And yes, that’s kisses with an “s.” He gives you multiple.

He doesn’t forget to kiss you. If he doesn’t kiss you, it’s because he finds it amusing when you’re upset over something so small.

But most of the times, he’s a good boyfriend and gives you the kisses you want

As Jade’s alarm goes off, he sits up and rubs his eyes. He turns the alarm off and turns over to see his partner still dead asleep. He calls their name and gently shakes them awake. And when they finally crack their eyes open to look at him, he leans over and kisses them. “Good morning,” he says. He stands up and stretches his arms above his head and then smiles down at his partner. “Would you mind waking Floyd while I get changed?” Oh dear, looks like his partner’s fallen asleep again.

Kalim Al-Asim:

He doesn’t usually wake up before you. Jamil wakes him up at 7- 7:30 in the morning

If you wake up before him, then you’ll have to wake him up yourself. And if you don’t, then you’ll have Jamil wake you up

He gives you kisses anyways.

He always greets you with a kiss, which includes waking up in the morning

When he forgets, he feels so bad. He’s apologizing so much while kissing every inch of your face

But he loves kissing you. The best part of his day. When he wakes up early he spends the entire time giving you kisses after every sentence he says

It was one of the few days where Kalim woke up on his own. The morning sunlight streamed into his room, leaving his room in a beautiful golden glow. He sat up, yawned and sleepily rubbed at his eyes. He turned to see his partner waking up as the sun shone on their eyes making them scoot closer to him. He giggled and leaned over, planting a kiss on their temple.

Jamil Viper:

He usually has to rush himself in the morning. Like Ruggie, he has work the moment his eyes open.

He does wake you up before he leaves. And it’s usually with a kiss.

When he has the chance to sleep in, he’ll wake you up with kisses and just lay in your arms, letting his worries melt away

When he doesn’t kiss you and you get upset, he apologizes but also tells you that he does need to work

He makes it up to you by making you’re favorite meal

Jamil’s eyes slowly flutter open as he gains consciousness. He sits up and rubs his eyes. He looks over at his lover, sleeping peacefully. A soft smile paints his face as he looks at their peaceful appearance. He moves closer and wraps his arms around their neck before planting kisses all over their face.

Vil Schoenheit:

He wakes up fairly early. Not because he has work, but because he has the “early bird gets the worm” mentality

He wakes you up after his shower so that you won’t have to wait to take your own.

He doesn’t kiss you unless you ask him to. He doesn’t know where your boundaries are, you need to tell him.

He will give you as many kisses as you want before he does his makeup.

If he ever forgets, he’ll give you as many kisses as you want along with a mini spa in his dorm room

Vil sits up in bed and turns off his alarm on the bedside table. He gets out of bed and goes through his usual morning routine. Washing his face, brushing his teeth, taking a shower and brushing his hair. After that, he walks back to his bed and sits down next to his partner. He calls their name and plants a gentle kiss on their forehead. “It’s time to wake up, darling,” he gently tells them as they stir from their sleep.

Rook Hunt:

I’m sure I’ve said this before, but he never sleeps. He just lays next to you while you sleep. And he wakes you up when your alarm goes off.

When he learns you want a good morning kiss, who is he to refuse? So he wakes you up with a forehead kiss.

And once you get up and get ready, he gives you another kiss

And he never forgets. Ever. The only times he doesn’t kiss you is because was busy. And he makes sure to kiss you everytime he sees you throughout the day to make up for it.

The moment the alarm goes off, Rook reaches for the bedside table and turns it off. He turns to his partner who's nestled comfortably in his arms. “Darling,” he softly calls, rousing them from their slumber. “Good morning,” He says, planting a soft kiss on their forehead.

Idia Shroud:

He doesn’t usually wake you up. Ortho does. He wakes both of you up, and Idia says good morning, gets up, and goes about his day.

When you tell him you need a good morning kiss, he shuts down. He needs to be rebooted like he’s the robot.

He’ll do it, it just makes him very nervous.

He will occasionally forget, but Ortho reminds him before the day actually starts so it never becomes a problem

Ortho himself will give you a good morning hug

“Time to wake up,” Ortho says, floating into Idia’s room with an inhuman amount of energy. Idia groans and rolls over to wrap his arms around his partner. Ortho grabs his blankets and starts pulling, urging them to get out of bed. Idia drops a kiss on his partner's forehead and then rolls out of bed.

Malleus Draconia:

He already wakes you up with a kiss. Every morning without fail.

When he learns that you want that, he’s happy that you two were on the same page about good morning kisses

He also wants one from you as well

He never forgets. Ever. Not once in his life. It’s the best part of his day.

It doesn’t matter how busy his day is, he’ll give you a kiss and get his kiss in return

Malleus’s eyes flutter open as the sun peeks through the curtains of his window. He sits up and yawns. He turns to his lover just in time to see them pull the blanket over their head. He chuckles and leans over them, “It’s time to get up, love,” He gently says, pulling the blanket down. He kisses their temple and then urges them to give him a kiss as well.

Lilia Vanrouge:

He won’t get up in time to do so. He always has to rush to class because nobody can wake him up

On the mornings that he does, he will give you all the kisses you want. He might even be late because he was kissing you

When he learns that you want good morning kisses every morning, he decides to set an alarm. 100 alarms. None of them wake him up.

But that’s fine. He’ll just make it up to you by kissing you ten times everytime he sees you.

As the sun shines into the curtains and falls across Lilia’s eyes, the fae growls. He pulls the blanket over his head and cuddles up to his partner. “Close the curtains,” he whines, nudging them. He climbs on top of them, the blanket still over his head, and starts planting kisses all over their face.

[cvnt4him]

Inexperienced izu thanks to candie

just izu who remembers over hearing not only on social media but from some of the guys that eating oysters help with the male cumshot, supposedly making it longer and more enjoyable for women! he obviously had never had a girlfriend before and wanted his partner to be happy with him. Izuku was slightly insecure of what he had, especially because he was on the short side too! Maybe he was overthinking it but he couldn't take any chances!!

The next day you'd see a complete shift in his diet, izuku always had some kind of protein based diet with tons of rice and some veggies to even it out of course but the way it seemed to strictly consist of more water cranberries celery and a ton of oysters concerned you. Izuku loves sea food by all means but too many of the same things get a little annoying, you walked over to izuku and seen him absolutely destroying the oysters and then everything else on his plate. Izu was an eater by all means but this was just crazy to you

“ izu?”

Izuku squeaked and jumped up at the sudden call of his name, nearly choking on his food as he slowly turned to face you swallowing the fuck ton of food he had in his mouth with a hard gulp.

“ oh.. uhm, hi baby! I- I mean uh.. honey...?”

Your heart couldn't help but to flutter at his nervousness, you and izuku had only been dating for about 4 months not that long but long enough to where you occasionally kiss and hold hands and just want to be around each other more. Izuku was your first boyfriend just as you were his first as well, you were easily as excited as he was if not more. Or so you thought...

You mean down and kiss his forehead ruffling his hair as you take a seat beside him making him blush, red crawling up his neck and completely covering his freckled face. He gave you a nervous smile as he scratched the back on his neck looking away from you.

“ don't feel forced to call me any pet names if you're not comfortable with it, izu.”

He hummed fiddling with his fingers. It's not that he didn't want to call you them, it's more than he wasn't sure which one. He feared that maybe if he called you the wrong one you'd cringe and die! You'd break up with him immediately and tell everyone he was lame! Of course you would, why would you even want to be with someone like him anyways..

“ what's with the sudden diet change zuzu?”

A ton of thoughts started taking over izukus mins, making him feel kind of bad about himself reminding him why he was even doing this to begin with. The question you asked him had him holding back to reality with wide eyes and an even more flushed expression, he was stuttering and his vocal range was rising hands moving all about as he came up with some sort of excuse.

“...uh..huh, so I have to go but uhm... maybe text me?”

You excused yourself figuring if he wanted to tell you he would. Not thinking much of it as you left, however izuku was beating himself up the entire time. You were probably so embarrassed to be his girlfriend, he was embarrassed. He couldn't even tell his girlfriend that he wanted to pleasure her but was too insecure about what he has and what it wouldn't be able to do so he asked around and got advice and now he's trying to change the way he eats to ensure he gives you a good time...whenever you're ready for that step, of course.

Izuku didn't tell you what was up so you asked around, despite wanting to leave it up to him to tell you, you were nervous. This is your first time having a boyfriend and normally izuku is quite open with you so of course the sudden change startled you. You end up asking the girls for advice first hoping they can give you just a little foresight in the situation.

“ so what's the problem?”

Mina asks you, changing out of her training uniform.

“ he just.. it's nothing too big I suppose, maybe I shouldn't even be all that worried.”

You think about it more, maybe it's not that big of a deal anyways..

“ don't beat yourself up too much you're allowed to be worried about him!”

Ochako chimes in helping you shut out any negative thoughts, she was good at that. You smile at her and sigh.

“ he's changed his diet like...a lot, drastically even. I'm concerned he's not getting all that he needs, I guess? I mean he's normally really good with himself and the way he eats y'know so there must be a reasoning behind the sudden change, especially because all it consists of is a couple of cranberries that I can remember and a couple sticks of celery and a shit ton of oysters. And water. Like two bottles”

The girls hummed at your words, thinking together at what it could possibly be. That wasn't much of a diet anyways given most of them dieted or watched their food to help maintain their image or to help them in any way they were sure this was quite strange.

“ well, the only time I eat cranberries or drink cranberry juice is to help my pH levels, maybe that's the case for him too. I hear they also make you taste better so y'know win win”

You hum at minas words, but would it provide the same results in him that it would someone with traditionally female anatomy? It stumped you.

“ same thing for water and oysters by the way! water helps clean out your system and balance everything inside of you, regardless of gender y'know given we're made up of water and all-”

Yaoyorozu then went on a ramble sesh providing information of the human body and how certain foods help. As helpful as this was for you it didn't really help in the case of izuku, why would he need to detox in such a big way?

Mina eventually cut yaomomo off explaining a Google search she'd found.

“ hey look what I found; supposedly it's common to think oysters can help you shoot ropes out of your dong.”

The double take you did when mins gave the news had her laughing, you just sat there wide eyed as the girls broke into conversation about it, blushing laughing and giggling about different things. Was izuku trying to... Had he thought about moving forward with you in such a big way? You bit your lip at the thought, maybe that was it. It made more sense to you than anything else. You had to talk to him and fast.

You ran to izukus room as fast as you could once the day was over and you were finished studying, your main priority was finding out the truth. You couldn't help but think about it on the jog there from the library to the dorm house. You didn't know how to feel about it, it's normal to want to move forward with your partner especially if you've been together for a while and haven't done anything, that was your case.

But you hadn't been together that long so..it's not as if he was sullying your relationship with his wants and needs you knew this day would come but...were you ready for this? The think about it wasn't too long given how you'd touched yourself a couple days earlier thinking about him.

Clearly the both of you were ready for this so why the wait? Suddenly you felt better about this and almost hoped that what you found out was the reasoning behind his sudden change. Once you made it to izukus room you caught your breath and were quick to knock on his door practically beating on it. There wasn't a quick answer, it took him a moment to stutter out a breathy response.

“ huh.. i- com..coming!!”

You heard shuffling and rearranging in his bedroom before the steps came closer, he swung the door open and his facial expression was slightly annoyed and he was sweaty chest lightly heaving up and down as his beautiful green eyes were lidded a light shade of red dusting over his cheeks. His shirt was kind of wrinkled and....on backwards?

“ oh! Y/n! what- what uhm are you doing here!!”

His expression changed immediately upon seeing you, the annoyed one being replaced with nervousness. You loved how nervy he got when he seen you, and how shaky he'd get when you would stand too close to him or kiss him or hug him. He was such a cutie

“ can I uh come inside?”

“ uh- yes! yes please- I- of course! come in!”

,“ thanks baby”

You walked past him and sat your bag down on the floor in front of his bed, fixing your skirt over your thighs as you waited for him to sit next to you. After studying you'd ran straight to his dorm and didn't get the time to change, unlike izuku who was in his adorable little set up. You couldn't help but to giggle at his backwards bed shirt and shorts as he sat next to you he got quite a blushed look at the sound of you giggling.

You lift a hand and cup his cheek kissing his nose with a smile causing him to literally melt in your hand, his face leaning into the warmth of your palm as his lids droop over his eyes, you could almost see hearts in them. He sighed through his nose and moved forward to kiss yours leaning his forehead against yours with a giggle that you gave back.

“ y'know your shirts on backwards my love.”

You whisper to him with your eyes closed and a gentle tone, you hear a little gasp come from him but he didn't move away just a mumble leaving him. You couldn't help but to giggle lowly at your boyfriend's cuteness.

“ I have something to ask you. I would appreciate if you told me the truth.”

That scared izuku to be completely honest. Why would you say something like this all of the sudden, you two were having such a cute moment and you randomly said that during it. He was frightened. Maybe you finally decided to get rid of him, he figured it was only a matter of time. He didn't want to jump to conclusions but what else could it be. You were absolutely perfect in his eyes, it was only a matter of time before you found someone equally as perfect. Maybe shoto, he'd really handsome and looks like he could be a model. Or maybe katsuki, he'd furiously attractive as well, or maybe-

“ did you change your diet because you heard it'll help you with sex..?”

You whispered lowly to him kind of embarrassed that you were even asking. Izuku squeaked out a pitchy "huh?!" at your question. That was NOT what he thought you were going to say let alone ask. But yes, that was indeed why he changed the way he ate. He wanted to be better for you in case you decided that you were ready. But he couldn't tell you that, oh no, he couldn't even move. He had moved away from you and simply looked at you with wide eyes and a crazy blush taking over his features. He was speechless.

“ I...just overheard that some of the things you were eating and the way you were drinking tons of water supposedly helps with....uhm rather intimate acts..?”

He was shaking literally speechless and shaking. You could hear the shakyness in his stuttering which is surprising. He didn't know what to do let alone say to you, he was so embarrassed that you'd found out. You probably think he's such a loser now..

“ ...if..if you wanted to do something like that. I wouldn't be opposed.”

If his already widened eyes could get any more wide they would. You literally seen the way they wanted to pop out of his head, it honestly made you laugh.

“ izuku calm down hun! you're so red and you look like your eyes are gonna pop out of your head!”

“ i- I just-...”

He covered his face with his hands whinging beneath them and falling into your arms, you laugh out awing at him rubbing his back as he whined into the crook of your neck, he was so embarrassed that not only had you caught on but you wanted to stay with him and you wanted to do more with him. He really felt like he could die.

“ why is your shirt on backwards, honey”

You coo down to him with laughter laced in your voice, he whines once more peeking up to look at you in your eyes before averting eye contact. His brows furrowed in embarrassment you could see the blush taking over his features, he trusted you a lot and he wanted you to know that. Maybe if he told you the truth then....

“ ....I was...”

He mumbled the rest to the point it was unheard by you. You hum brushing your finger over his forehead removing some hair from in front of his eyes making him get even more flustered as if that were even possible.

“ ...you know...”

Literally nothing came to your mind when he said that, definitely not what he said next.

“ I was.. masturbating....”

He said it lowly expecting not to be heard once again however you heard him all too well. It was your turn for your eyes to widen. You were shocked to say the least, it's not that you didn't expect izuku to...indulge. you just didn't think you would catch him in the act.

Given your lack of response he felt a rush of shame, he was so embarrassed that he told you. You must've thought he was a disgusting slob who lusts after himself like some....creep! To his surprise you continued taking your fingers through his hair and even placed a kiss on top of his head making him lift up to look at you with slightly glassy eyes.

“ is that so, my love.”

You spoke softly in attempts to calm him down, you figured he felt somewhat ashamed of himself given his lack of response. He was prone to getting in his feelings when things went south. However in izukus eyes the way you spoke to him was so sultry and seductive, the way you cooed to him and looked down at him with love in your eyes despite what he does.

“ ...b- but it was only to see if anything had changed! y'know because..I changed the way I ate to...to..”

“ so I was right!”

Izuku hums in embarrassment laying his cheek on your chest. You pull his head up to kiss his lips, he absolutely melts in your arms rough lips meeting with your soft ones in a sweet and gentle dismay. You were so soft with him and so patient too, he couldn't help but to want more given you'd interrupted his....activities that he normally indulges in after class is out of when he has time.

He climbed on top of you and laid you down on his pillows letting one of his knee find it's way in between your legs and his hands on your sides just sitting there not daring to move any further without your authorization.

The kiss grew sloppier more full of need from both ends, you heard a groan leave him as he felt you slightly grind down on to his knee, he broke away from your lips momentarily to catch a breath, it fanning over your face before he experimentally shoved his tongue in your mouth it was only to test the waters, he never expected you to moan into the kiss making his already hardened cock twitch against your thigh his breath hitched at the unexpected movement from his member the kiss broke and he didn't want to look at you.

He was red from embarrassment and being heavily turned on, he wanted you but didn't want to push your boundaries. He bit his bottom lip and exhaled shakily. To his surprise you flipped him over and was now on top of him rubbing his chest with your hands, he looked up at you with his wide green eyes izuku was ready for whatever you wanted as long as you wanted it with him.

You ground your hips into his slowly to see his reaction and to your surprise his head slowly rolled back along with his eyes earning a deep gasp, his hands immediately rushing to your hips and gently squeezing. He tried to raise his hips into your warmth as you continued grinding only to suddenly stop with a laugh. he sighed quickly, extremely upset at the stop of movement.

“ ..baby....please?”

So whiney. He was such a sweet thing, you figured he deserved it. why not make your first time truly memorable?

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To Go, Please | the materialists pt 1/2

pairing: Harry Castillo x reader (the materialists)

word count: 2.7k

summary: You have been seeing Harry for a couple of weeks now after meeting him at your friend's wedding. After your last date was cut short due to a work emergency, the two of you want nothing more than each other's company tonight.

a/n: ok so are we all insufferable today between the apple airpod trailer and the materialists? because i am. my god. also, we are calling him Harry for now, as the name card he picks up in the trailer I assumed was his, and the name on it is Harry Castillo?? but either way, i'll change it if need be. also, i've already thought of a new series containing this man-- so much is coming.. ahhh !!

Dividers by: @saradika-graphics 

Part One

The sushi place that you were currently sitting at was something of a hidden gem you liked to go to when you needed a break from everything. Being a matchmaker had its joys and perks, being surrounded by people falling in love- and finding their happiness. However, it also had its days when you wanted nothing more than to curl up and vow that love doesn’t exist. Today was one of those days after a client you’d lined up with someone turned out to be nothing but a fraud, leaving the bride at the alter– one of your biggest nightmares.

However, Ming’s Sushi was one of the small slivers of joy you could get access to on a day like today. That and well as of late, another sliver of joy and peace was Harry.

Harry as well had a busy day, not bad, just busy. It was filled with meetings, contract signings, budget reviews, and at the end having to be submitted to a board meeting to discuss the quarterly numbers.

He called you when he was leaving the office, wanting to see you after a long day as well as after hearing about your day, wanting to offer some comfort. He asked where you wanted to go for dinner, and when you said Ming’s, he asked you to be ready within the hour.

Harry was a man like no other. Yes, he was filthy rich, which set him aside– but he was also one of the most generous individuals you’d ever met, not only as a person but as a partner as well.  

He was consistently making you feel seen, heard, and appreciated in every aspect. This was shown by the way you’d offer to help carry something inside last you were together. He thanked you with those big brown eyes and warm smile but insisted on doing it for you– his reasoning was always he wanted to take care of you. 

It was also shown when he would appreciate how beautiful you looked. He’d find small things that you didn’t think you’d notice like the color of your nails, the earrings or eye shadow you wore– small details to you, but he made them feel so much more valuable– made you feel more valuable. 

He worshipped you. 

When he introduced himself at your best friend’s wedding, and from the start, he had a way of somehow making you feel like the most desired person in any room. 

After a night of drinks, getting to know each other more, a few slow dances and a very polite and respectful goodnight kiss from him, he called you the next day to ask you to dinner. 

Since– the last 2 weeks have been nothing short of a complete dream. You’d gone out with him a few times to dinner and once out for a lunch date, but every time he took you home, he kissed you goodbye, kissed the top of your hand and would tell you he’d call you tomorrow— which he always did. 

After the 3rd dinner date you were going to invite him in, but the moment disappeared when an emergency work call of his interrupted the doorstop make out session on your front step— you two were enthusiastic attendees to. 

He reluctantly had to wish you goodnight and promised he’d make it up to you. 

Since then the sexual tension between the two of you has been at an all time high. 

When he picked you up today, it was the first time you'd seen each other since. He wasted no time after helping you into the back of his car before his lips were on yours, whispering how much he missed you, how he’d hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you. 

To both of your disappointment, the car ride from your place to the restaurant was less than a few minutes, again cutting your make out reunion short. 

While eating you made small talk about what you’d done since you last saw each other a few days ago. 

You’d momentarily dazed off for a moment as there was a moment where he ordered a dessert from the waiter and your mind wandered. You kept your gaze on the soy sauce bottle in the middle of the table, your mind being pulled back to the events of earlier today. 

He turned to look at you after ordering, noticing where you were. He wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb shyly and cleared his throat softly, “You look beautiful if I haven’t told you already. Those earrings bring out your eyes…” he said from across the table, taking you away from your thoughts— his brown eyes sparkling from the warm lighting the dining area brought in.

You immediately snap out of it, looking at him across the table, softly smiling, “Oh, um, thank you, you’re very sweet.” you blush, reaching up to touch one of the earrings, suddenly feeling shy. You purse your lips together and lean forward to give him more of your attention. 

He slowly reached his hand over the table for you to take, “So tell me, what’s the story with Ming’s? I wanna know the history…” he smiled warmly, speaking softly.

You looked down at his hand and took it. His hand acts as an anchor for you and the anxieties of today. He immediately started softly running his thumb over your knuckles in an attempt to soothe you, to keep you with him. He leaned himself in closer to give you his fullest attention. 

You kept your gaze on your hand in his, “My grandmother's apartment was about 2 blocks from here growing up. She was friends with the owner. They both had husband’s that worked at the docks back in the day.” you smiled remembering the memories held within these four walls, then you looked up at him, “This place brings a sense of stillness to my chaos. Brings me back to her in a way.”

He nodded, then brought your hand to his lips and gently kissed it, keeping his big brown eyes of maple syrup on you, “I have a place like that, I’ll take you there next time…” he tilted his head as he gazed at you.

You couldn’t help but smile a little brighter, “What’s your ‘Ming’s’ then? Give me a sneak peak…”

He let out a small light chuckle and set your hands down, keeping yours in his, going back to running his thumb along your knuckles, “Esmeralda’s…” he bit the inside of his cheek, “My abuelito’s good friend owns it, has since the 60’s.” he looked down at your hands, “When my tia used to watch me and my siblings, she’d take us there with my grandparents, it was our little thing.” he chuckled reminiscing, “All of the New York fine dining I’ve had over the years… nothing can compete with her tamales…” he tsked and looked up at you as you let out a small chuckle.

“Tamales from Esmeralda’s… Egg Rolls from Ming’s…” you softly hummed, “Anywhere else that brings you that level of comfort?” you asked, looking down at your hand in his.

“Anywhere in the world when I’m with you…” he confessed, not missing a beat. 

You looked up and blushed but let out a small snorted chuckle, “That was horribly cheesy… even for you.” you teased.

His smile lit up the whole room, and he slowly shook his head, “No no, you’re right, that was horribly cheesy— but completely and utterly true.” he stopped and bit his bottom lip for a moment, “Why don’t we get the dessert to go? We can go back to my place— rent a movie or something…” he raised his eyebrows, hopeful, his thumb continuing to rub softly still against your knuckles.

You were a sucker for those damned brown eyes, the ones that looked like a puppy dog whenever he’d look at you in any shape or fashion like this. 

You tsked, smiling, and looked at the waiter passing by and raised your hand, “Excuse me? Could we get the dessert we ordered, to go please?”

He nodded and smiled, telling you he’d have it ready for you in just a moment.

You looked back at Harry, his eyes hadn’t left you. He was puckering his lips a little like he was thinking, he had a small smirk on his upper lip.

You chuckled knowing what he might be thinking and bit your bottom lip, attempting to play hard to get, “Just a heads up, I can only come over for a little while, I’ve got an early morning meeting.” you tucked your hair behind your ear and stood as the waiter brought the dessert in a to-go bag.

He stood and came around to help you put on your jacket, leaning in and kissing your temple and then cheek. “Of course…” he said, putting his hand on the small of your back as he came to stand beside you and offer his arm. You took it and held onto it while you two walked out. 

“Just a little while…” he said as opened the door for you with a wink, and that smirk grew a little bigger.

He had his driver pick the two of you up within moments of you leaving the restaurant. 

As soon as the car door shut and the privacy screen was up after he told the driver to go to his house, you turned to him and had your bottom lip between your teeth, trying not to smile but your eyes said otherwise.

He chuckled lowly and cupped your cheek before leaning in slowly and nudging your nose with his, “Just for a little while, don’t worry— I’ll make it worth your while…” he whispered before his lips fell onto yours, kissing you deeply and passionately.

The air damn near was struck out of you by how he kissed you. You hummed as his lips glided against yours, smiling ever so slightly at the understanding of what was about to happen.

His hand slid slowly down your body onto your waist and pulled you closer. He was greedy in the fact that he always wanted closer than you already were, especially in situations like these when each other's lips and tongues were cascading over each other.

Your hands were everywhere, slowly going up and down his chest to pull him closer with this torso, pulling the collar of his sweater towards you, at one point your hand fell to his belt and gave a gentle tug— being bold for once. 

He groaned, panting softly as he pulled his lips away from yours momentarily, "Stay... stay the night..." he pulled you in by your chin, kissing you a few more times before pulling away again, foreheads against each other, out of breath, "I'll buy you clothes, have them delivered tonight..." he cupped your cheek and before his lips fell onto yours he asked once more, "Stay..." he pleaded. 

You two hadn't slept together yet and part of it was you were trying to avoid it deep down. To avoid getting too involved so quickly, knowing he could do so much better than you. 

A part of you was flattered and happy he had given you this much time, but then the other part screamed it was only temporary, you were only meant to be temporary. You knew it wouldn't be forever. Someone like him couldn't make someone like you his forever, right?

However, in the time you had known him, he had been very clear about his intentions and feelings towards you. He wanted it all with you. He was sure of it. He was stubborn about it. He never faltered, never doubted— in fact, he solidified it all by words of devotion and acts of sincerity.

He was something of a rarity. He was a fantasy. The unicorn. The diamond in the rough. He was the perfect fit for most of your clients, however, he wanted you and only you. 

Whether you wanted to believe it or not, he checked off every single box that you buried deep down and even provided more. You hated to admit it to yourself but he was everything you had ever dreamed of for a partner. He brought light to your life, warmth to your days. 

He was what you needed.

He was what you wanted.

You nodded slightly, not realizing you didn’t verbally agree to stay and continued to kiss him. 

After a moment the car came to a stop and the locks all shot up, signaling you had arrived where you needed to be.

He pulled back slowly, hand on your cheek every so softly, "Will you? Stay?" he looked at you with those big brown eyes and you couldn't help but smile and blush. 

"I'll stay..." you nudged your nose with his, softly.

He softly stroked your cheek with his thumb then lightly pecked your lips before reluctantly moving away to open the car door and offer his hand to help you out of the car.

You thanked the driver and scooted out, reaching out and taking his hand while you got out of the vehicle, turning your head ever so slightly to smile at him.

He wrapped your hand around his bicep and closed the door, walking up with you to the front of his building.

His doorman opened the door and welcomed you inside, "Mr. Castillo..." then nodded to you and smiled, "Miss..." greeting you as well.

He smiled warmly and gently touched the man's arm in the most genuine and friendliest way, like the two had known each other for years, "Good evening, Henry, how’s Ruth doing?"

“Feeling much better, she came home from the hospital today, my daughter is taking care of her. Thank you for asking sir…” he smiled. 

Harry smiled and nodded, “You’ll let me know if you guys need anything, yes?” 

Henry nodded and smiled, “Of course sir. Have a lovely night.” 

Once inside, an elevator opened up and the both of you stepped inside, he pushed the top floor.

The tension was palpable, you could shatter it with one small breath. You watched as each floor passed by, trying to calm yourself down, taking small but deep breaths. Mentally telling yourself  level out-- but as soon as the top floor 'ding' hit and those doors opened to his penthouse, you were both on each other.

His hands had a firm but gentle hold on your waist as he backed you up against the wall of his living room, lips crashing over yours in a heated but passionate fit of kisses.

Your hands were on his cheeks then in his hair. They eventually laid on his chest as you pressed yourself against him. 

He moved his head down and kissed your jaw and then neck, sucking a soft mark into your skin.

You moaned his name, gasping softly as his hands moved up your body to pull you off the wall by wrapping his arms around your waist and up your back, continuing to kiss and softly mark your skin.

He went to move down the hall a few steps, moving off your neck and leaning back in for your lips. 

You momentarily opened your eyes to look at him and smiled at you before his lips fell onto yours. Your eyes registered your surroundings and you pulled back to pull your gaze to the nearby surroundings. You chuckled, "Holy... sh-..." your jaw slacked a little, "This is where you live?" you looked around.

He let you do this for a few moments, your eyes looking around you, smiling, looking somewhat baffled before pulling you back to him, making you giggle as he pulled you close, putting one of his arms around your waist.

He whispered hoarsely, "I'll give you a tour later... but I think we've got more pressing matters to get to, yes?" he teased his lips against yours, hand cupping to your cheek.

You nodded and breathlessly whispered back, "Yes..." your eyes fluttered back shut, and leaned to kiss him.

He grinned and leaned in as well, "Good... now where were we?" he then reconnected his lips with yours in a slow deep kiss.

Next Chapter

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My demons' periods cycles. By Mc

Note: these are purely my headcanons at the moment, they are based on animal ethology and behaviours that I think would suit each character depending on their personality and Lore. I would love to read your headcanon in case you have them.

Warning: Long text. Possible grammatical errors. It's written as if Mc was writing for themself.

Hey, it me Mc, the best human. Here is a compilation of the behaviours of my demons during their periods, cycles, for practical day to day use. It wasn't easy but I sat them down and got to talk to them, with a little effort I now know what they need. So now I am ready to assist them during these complicated times and be prepared in case I find a dead goat on the porch as a tribute.

Lucifer, Mammon & Levi || Satan, Asmo, & Beel || Belphie, Barbatos & Diavolo || Simeon & Raphael

Belphie

It could be said that he is the one that best keeps his schedule.

During his period he still sleeps a lot, the only difference is that he has short periods of high activity.

He can stand the light well. In fact, he will often ask you for a spell that simulates sunlight to sleep under.

During his cycle, most of Belphie's body is covered with soft fur, although some parts of his body such as the end of his tail or chest is a denser fur (perfect for sleeping) where spotted patterns can be seen.

His horns and ‘claws” harden and his pupils become horizontal (Little cow boy).

He sheds a lot of hair and his claws grow, but he is too lazy to groom himself. So wherever he is there will be fur everywhere.

To get him to groom himself, you will have to tell him that you will help. Sometimes, he strokes you simulating the action of brushing the fur (so I think that if he wasn't the avatar of sloth he would groom his companion).

Belphie does not build a nest as such, but rather a kind of fort with all kinds of blankets, pillows or stuffed animals, he steals them from his siblings to feel safe, although he won't admit it.

He usually does it in the attic to be quiet, although your room is also one of his favourite options.

Belphie becomes possessive and somewhat capricious, he won't be shy about asking you to spoil and pamper him. Lucifer says he is always like this but it has gotten worse since you offered to help.

Before his period, Belphie will go a couple of days without sleep, which makes him very irritable. Is this the equivalent of hormones?

During his period Belphie's appetite neither increases nor decreases, but he needs to change his diet to high-energy items because of his periods of activity.

He will want you to feed him but he will not feed you.

Belphie can talk, although slower than normal. He will communicate most things to you with puppy calf eyes. He knows how to use his weapons, sly cow.

He produces pheromones and marks everything with them, without you noticing.

This pheromones are not very strong but have a unique scent. He is a bully and sometimes goes around the house spreading them to annoy his siblings.

Belphie likes you to always be rubbing him, in any moment, always looking after him. He gets very touchy.

One thing he will do a lot is lick and bite you gently. Sometimes he expects you to lick him back, my tongue is not ready for that Belphie.

Belphie's courtship consists of little taps to get your attention and release a special kind of pheromones, if you stay close to him he will consider the courtship a success and proceed to groom you insistently (so he can do it >:v)

You can be a bit naughty and get up, just to give it back to him, but come back quickly or he will cry.

The sense that develops the most during hir cycle is his smell, mostly to detect the presence of other people nearby.

His temperature rises a lot, but he won't give up blankets and other warm things. Prepare ice packs for you, not for him.

Belphie's purr is not very loud, it's more of a chest vibration, he's super cute when he purrs, but don't feed his ego.

He doesn't mind everyone knowing he's on his period and will make it everyone's problem.

Belphie: Mc… Mccccccc!

Mc: *worried* What's wrong?!

Belphie: *stretching his arms out* I'm on my periodooo, cuddle me.

Mc: *stifling laughter* Why should I?

Belphie: Eeeeh? *pouting* I'm on my period and you're not going to spoil me? How cruel.

Mc: *cuddling up next to him* You're such a spoiled brat.

Belphie: *cuddling up against them* Yeah, yeah, whatever you say *smiling*.

Belphie: *sleeping with hs shirt pulled up*

Mc: *observing the spots on his fur* Humm *drawing the shapes of the spots with their finger*

Belphie: *shrinking back*

Mc: Soft…

Belphie: *balling himself up into a ball* It tickles..

Mc: *smiling* A cute little cow with a cute little coat~

Belphie: *blushing still in his sleep* Stop…

Belphie: *courting Mc*

Mc: *getting up to go get something, without noticing it*

Belphie: …*his eyes fill up with tears*

Mc: Belphie??!!!

Belphie: Do you still love me?

Mc: Of course I love you,

Belphie: Then don't ever do that again… *biting their arm*

Mc: Ouch

Diavolo

Get ready to go underground. Diavolo nests in a cavern. There is a large underground cavern under the palace for this precise purpose.

Diavolo can go through his entire cycle without sleeping, but likes to do it, curled up in his nest just for the fun of it.

He can tolerate light, but only if strictly necessary.

You can find out a lot about Diavolos' period because the cycles of the royal are well documented.

Diavolo's scales harden and although black, they glow golden in the light and the golden scales double in size.

His pupils tear he's such a big lizar. And ornamental patterns are spread all over the skin.

Diavolo's grooming is complex and laborious, at first he didn't want to, but now he is the one asking for your help.

The scales on the wings, body and tail moult almost every day and it is advisable to keep his skin moisturised. If it gets too dry its can crack.

He needs to sharpen its claws and teeth, usually against rock walls.

Diavolo nests in its cavern, always high up, never close to the ground (you won't be able to get out of it without help).

This nest is surrounded by all kinds of treasures did you think the riches of the kings of Devildom were in the palace? No, most of it is in the cavern, accumulated generation after generation.

Very territorial, during his period almost all the employees of the palace must leave him. Also his sense of protection is increased, he will not leave you alone, he will not.

Diavolo's pre-heat consists of very constant feverish moments. But it is easy to detect that the cycle is approaching because of Barbatos.

During his period his appetite and voracity increase, he needs to hunt often, animals and beasts, but also souls trying to escape from the Devildom among other things (he takes the opportunity to go hunting when you sleep).

He will try to feed you, mouth to mouth, but seeing that it don't work, he will switch to giving you small pieces.

Diavolo in his demonic form can generate fire, not only with his magic. Because of your reluctance to eat raw food he started to ‘cook’ it with this fire.

Can speak on very specific occasions, the rest of the time he is non-verbal. His growls are literally demonic, sometimes it scares you and it is very sad to see his expression of guilt :(

As royalty, Diavolo has one of the strongest pheromones in Devildom, many demons are sickened by them (Ha, human insensitivity mode on), he consciously marks everything, especially his mate.

The only way to calm the dragon is direct physical contact, stroking its complex ornaments and wing membranes with your fingers It's like a game to be honest

Press on the muscles of its wings and neck and you will have it completely entranced. He has spent a lot of time alone during his periods and is in need of contact. Initiate physical contact and it will be pure happiness.

And most importantly, show reassurance, it makes him feel insecure to think that you are there against your will.

Diavolo's courtship is a ritual. First it will show off its grandeur by lighting up its scales and perform a nuptial flight where it will display its wings and ornaments.

After this he will look for the rarest prey to give them to you (the day he brought you a baby unicornia you almost fainted, thanks to Barbatos, you were able to get the baby out of there). Finally, he will try to dress you up with all kinds of treasures and jewels to ‘be a couple’.

All his senses are heightened, especially sight and smell.

There is a rumour that he sees everything that happens in Devildom. Which is a lie because you've seen him run into a wall when he's looking beyond it.

Diavolo's temperature increases a lot, despite the coldness of the cave (You slept on his chest because he's super warm? Yes, That from then on he always wanted you to sleep on top of him? Also).

Diavolo's purr is deep and loud. It will resonate throughout the cave, and will usually purr when you are paying attention to him.

Diavolo: *clearly worried*

Mc: *caressing his scales* What's wrong?

Diavolo: Mmmm *looking around*

Mc: *sighing* I'll tell you again, I'm here because I want to, because I want to take care of you, is that so hard to believe?

Diavolo: wrapping them in his wings Thank you…

Mc: *returning the hug* Anytime.

Diavolo: *placing a pearl necklace on their head*

Mc: *sitting on his lap* Dia...

Diavolo: *placing several precious stones on their chest *

Mc: Diavolo, dear.

Diavolo: *holding up a golden tiara to put on them*

Mc: *filled from head to toe with treasures* Diavolo, this is too heavy, it doesn't- stop, please.

Mc: *caressing a fairy that Diavolo has brought them as food*

Diavolo: *staring at the fairy*

Mc: Don't even think about it, if you burn the fairy, I'm out of here.

Diavolo: * indignant dragon sounds *

Mc: It's true... I can't leave here without you, but if you touch the fairy I'll get angry.

The fairy: *about to have a heart attack*

Barbatos

He doesn't sleep during his cycle, no matter how much you bowel, no matter how much you insist, he won't sleep. It is normal to wake up and find him watching you with his eyes wide open.

Light hurts him, during his period his skin becomes sensitive and burns very easily.

Barbatos' skin becomes very pale with a mucous covering. His tail elongates and ridges appear on his back, forearms and legs.

His horns also develop a membrane between their branches.

Its pupils lighten to the point of seeming to disappear, but then return to colour when it is alert. Sometimes you get the sensation that he stops blinking.

To groom himself, barbatos needs a lot of water. During his cycle he will create all kinds of water springs, (he is one of the few demons who can consciously use his powers).

 He's not a big fan of you helping him or watching him, he doesn't consider his appearance the most pleasant for a human.

He usually nests in his room, but sometimes opens portals to hidden parts of Devildom or even the human world, the latter more so since you started helping him. He creates a burrow, underground or among roots.

Although he occasionally goes out, he prefers to stay in his den.

Barbatos is dangerous, and possessive, he prefers loneliness with the sole exception of his mate, he is not territorial, I think because no one in their right mind would go near Barbatos during his period.

During his period Barbatos gets headaches, because he sometimes loses control of his powers and timelines overlap in his mind. The only thing you can do in these cases is stay by his side and comfort him :(.

Barbatos doesn't seem to need food. But for pleasure he sometimes devours curious prey (souls, blood of mystical creatures, cursed plants...).

He can talk without any problems, but he doesn't talk much. He prefers to attract attention with caresses or small bites. It is easy to interpret his silences.

During his period, Barbatos generates a lot of pheromones but does not mark. He has no sense of territory and prefers to stay close to his mate all day to avoid others approaching.

At the beginning of the period he will be reluctant to physical contact, he'll keep his distance, partly because of his appearance and partly because of fear of his behaviour. But little by little he will ask for more contact.

Don't touch him if he doesn't ask for it and make sure your hands are always wet or cold because even if he seeks your warmth, the normal temperature of a human could overwhelm him. Good thing we know magic, thanks Solomon.

Barbatos' courtship consists of a kind of lullaby, a humming, in which his skin glows slightly in a beautiful colour, quite frankly it is very mystical and magical. If it sees that you don't get disturbed it will hug you and swim with you for a long time (use magic, use it, or it will give you hypothermia).

Barbatos' senses are completely heightened, nothing escapes his awareness, but this is detrimental because very loud sounds, light or even physical contact can harm him. There are far more stimuli than millennia ago so this is yet another reason to isolate himself.

His temperature drops drastically, but he doesn't seem to have any problems with it.

Barbatos' purring is almost inaudible, you have to be very close to hear it. But it is quite easy for him to purr even though you won't notice it.

Barbatos is feeling quite vulnerable because he hasn't had his period for centuries so he is unfamiliar with his own reactions, and feels lost, although he will never admit it.

Give him confidence, by now, you are a master in demon periods.

Mc: Barbatos, my dear *peeling an apple*

Barbatos: *cuddling on Mc's lap* Hum?

Mc: Is there a reason why you chose one of the most remote places in the human world to spend your period?

Barbatos: … no

Mc: It's not so the brothers can't find me, is it?

Barbatos: … no…

Mc: *stifling laughter* Okay.

Mc: *gently stroking his back* How are you feeling?

Barbatos: *laying down next to them* It… hurts...

Mc: I'm sorry I can't help you *gently pouring water on his forehead.

Barbatos: You're here… that's more than well enough.

Mc: Give me some time and I'll find a way to calm those migraines.

Barbatos: *smiling* I'm sure you will….

Barbatos: I have to say I had forgotten what it was like to live ‘a period’.

Mc: I wonder why you've had them again after so long.

Barbatos: *smiling* It's because of you

Mc: Me?

Barbatos: *shrugging theur cheeks and rubbing their forehead against his * Yes, until you came there was no one who could be my potential mate, and my body knew it. Just like it knows you're here now.

Mc: *blushing* Those words count as courting? because they're working.

If you have made it this far, thank you very much 🩷

[gremlingottoosilly]

Maid-up problems (Konig x maid!Reader)

Konig goes to a maid cafe. Billions must perish. Tags and CW: yandere Konig, obsessive and creepy behaviour, Konig is a bit of a perv, colonel loser Konig, maids and maid cafes, general fluff, slight age difference, slight size difference, mostly from Konig's pov. AO3

— Welcome home, master. What your maid I get for you today, hm? König just died and went to heaven. Heaven consists of pretty girls running around in fluffy skirts, little aprons and putting on adorable headbands with white ruffles. Heaven filled with the smell of reheated pastries and pre-made snacks, with neutral sweet perfume and the stench of sweat from the customers. Heaven is filled with angels who run around in maid costumes and call him master – and all of this without going through the hassle of finding a cosplay-friendly prostitute in Vienna.

He honestly rolled his eyes the first time he saw the post about a new maid cafe opening in town. Horangi was the one to show him - the bastard didn’t even live in Austria and yet had followed all the news, maybe to only make fun of his colonel. He knows that the tiger has his dirty secrets too – ido girls, idol boys, some new band every week that he’d spend his paycheck to get all possible merch. Changing his gambling addiction to a k-pop one – all while his glorious commander is going crazy from the new maid hentai he just watched. Honestly embarrassing at his age…but he doesn’t care. He has money for the exclusive translations and elite figures – and he has some time on leave to visit the damn maid cafe. Then König meets you. He died, went to heaven and was greeted with an angel…no, a goddess. In a frilly apron, short skirt and adorable, albeit a bit embarrassed smile. You had your persona on – dorky and clumsy, useless little maid that customers liked to scold when you’d almost drop their drinks and then fake cry while apologizing. Some sadistic bastards like to play pretend by calling your manager while you’d beg for them not to. Some perverts with a hero complex would play into your pleads. König stares in awe as you drop the menu accidentally, not forgetting to show off your cleavage as you pick it up. Brushing it off with your finger, looking so tiny and shy…god, he fucking adores you already. — S…so sorry, master. Please, forgive me for dropping the- — It’s okay. Don’t worry, ja? 

He reaches for your hand, but you shoo it away. No touching – the cafe policy, as dumb as it sounds. He knows it’s for your own good, to protect you from perverts and creeps – but you shouldn’t be so scared about touching him. He would have to train you to do this after. nothing that a few touches of a good military discipline wouldn’t fix though – and he is very good at breaking down dumb recruits and annoyingly stubborn people. Oh. Right. He still kinda has to order. His gaze immediately flicks to the most expensive thing on the menu – an exclusive dessert, probably too sweet for his tastes. He will have to make do though – there isn’t much on the menu, certainly is zero alcohol so drunk guests wouldn’t harass the maid girls, and a tiny portion of an omelet with some ketchup hearts squeezed all over it certainly isn’t to his tastes either. No, König had his eyes – covered by glasses, of course, he didn’t want to show off his scars and the expression of a serial killer forced to work in mercenary forces to cute girls in ruffled aprons – on a different prize. You. 

And the exclusive photos and a hug from any waitress of the fine establishment that would come with this overpriced order. 

König has never seen the manager of this cafe, but he is ready to give them all money he has – just for implementing this feature into the menu. Just for selling off their girls to any customer who is willing to pay almost 50 Euros for a piece of a pretty regular cake and some coffee. 

You stare at his order for a few seconds, your mouth going agape. He is not hurt – it was weird, after all, for a guy like him to order something as silly as this. You’re probably weirded out, thinking that he accidentally put his finger on the order – but you know better than to ask again and risk him changing his mind. Your cafe gives off bonuses if guests want to take a picture with you so, naturally, you’re all smiles and nods, tilting your head to the side as you say, ever-so-sweetly, that you’d be back with his order. Now…is König ashamed of liking the pretty little maid so much? Not really, to be completely honest, he kinda adores having you around, and he’d pay even more for the opportunity to touch you. Too bad your cafe isn’t a front for some other body business – he’d be happy to raid it on the part of special forces and then save you from such a gruesome fate by making you his wife. 

König wonders if your cafe has themed days. Maybe catgirls, cosplay, maybe housewives. 

König wonders if he can get your number. Then his gaze falters to the reflection of his face in the screen of his phone – and, no, not going to happen. Not when he is fresh out of deployment, barely showered, and thrown a clean hoodie on which does very little to cover the smell of blood clinging to his body. It’s his cross to bear – his victims scratching at his ankles as the colonel sips on complimentary water from a pink glass and looks at all the other losers who coming to this fine establishment. 

You’re lucky it’s a slow day – if König saw you being so sweet and touchy with some other lousy customer, he might have shot the whole place up. Master does not tolerate his silly servant being so nice to others, after all. 

— Your coffee, master. 

He whips out a stack of bills already, way more than what he was supposed to pay even with the exclusive offer he ordered. Your mouth opens to stop him, to remind him of the actual price of everything – then he breaks whatever good intentions you had when he starts to speak, his voice muffled a bit because of his black surgical mask. 

— Do you have a boyfriend? 

Oh. 

Now, under normal circumstances, you’d yell for the manager to come and pick you up. You’d scream bloody murder and alert other girls and clients that you’re having a bad customer who is going into harassment mode very quickly – asking such personal questions at this place is something that shouldn’t be happening, no sir. Totally not happening. 

But…the work has been a bit slow lately. You didn’t get as many bonuses as you wanted to, and the rent is coming up, and the phone bill is getting more expensive…sometimes you just got unlucky and his a streak of customers not liking your particular archetype – so if this weird dude who is totally killing people in his spare time wants a bit more than usual service and is definitely ready to pay for it. 

You might have had a thing for guys in masks. Big, muscular guys in masks who looks like they can choke you with their thighs and then fucking destroy you. With money who can get you a bit closer to your savings goal. So, you’re not calling your manager, your friends, or the police. So, you play into the fantasy for a little bit, remembering all the acts your supervisors drilled into your head. — Of course I don’t, master. I’m here for you, remember? You smile and nod, hoping it will be enough. Hoping a guy like him could be satisfied with something as silly as this, something as tiny. You touch his hand a bit later, making sure to hold him for a while longer. A simple trick to enhance the amount of tip you can get – even tho you feel like playing with fire when you touch this guy so sweetly. 

And, oh, König is…done for. Smitten. Shot right in the heart through his cock, somehow. This man survived battle after battle, destroyed more small countries than there is letters in his real name, but he was defeated by a pretty girl in a maid outfit in a cafe made for incels and otaku wannabees. If any of his lower officers saw him right now, with ears and cheeks burning angry red, with his heavy breathing and obvious, but concealed by table hard-on, he would be done for. 

But, oh god, aren’t you just beautiful? 

Obviously embarrassed and maybe a bit shy – he thinks it’s probably just your persona, a way to milk tips from the customers who like to play dominant, but König doesn’t even need to play. He knows he’d have to take you by the end of your shift, whatever this time might be. He is not the best person for the romance job, but he’ll be damned if he let a pretty thing like you just run away like a silly girl you are. 

— Can I have your phone number? You want to say no, he can’t have your phone number. The guy smells of gunpowder and blood, looks like he is going to shoot the entire venue down if you disagree with him, and you do not want to die like a hero for a job that pays barely above minimum wage for the amount of public humiliation you have to endure to ensure good tips. The guy smells like danger and a bad time and a long conversation with your manager about the types of guests that they allow into this fine establishment. 

You want to say no and yell but, then again, there are multiple factors that are screaming against such rush decisions. A huge chunk of money he still has in his valet is, embarrassingly enough, one of the biggest decision-making points. — We’re not really allowed to give our phone numbers, master… His hand goes to his pocket. 

You’re not sure if he is touching his cock, his gun, or another stack of bills right now – but all of the options are kinda making you want to die before you can check your answers. It’s going to be bad either way, so you tilt your head to the side, trying to look as innocent as possible. 

— But I can make an exception! 

He actually startles, looking at you like you just agreed to marry him. You probably would, with enough bullet threats – but you still bite your tongue, not wanting to give the crazy guy an idea. You actually don’t know if he is crazy or not – but taking your chances isn’t something you want to do on a nice Monday dead work day. 

You can see relief in his eyes. A little wrinkles of smile, too – his mouth is covered by a mask, but you’re almost sure he is grinning like an idiot under this thing. Oh no…you just insulted a customer in your mind. It’s really bad for business. 

You write your number down and pass it right to his hand without anyone noticing…you hoped so, at least – you don’t want other customers to order the same special treatment and you know that the manager would have your head for overstepping the rules so much. No one would care that you’re saving this fucked up place from a massacre – they would only care about arbitrary rule-breaking. You lick your lips and smile as his hand lingers on you a bit too long. 

His hands are big and warm, too – you’re getting lost in the touch, as he carefully caresses the back of your palm with his thumb. He is…surprisingly tender. As much as a killing machine can be tender, of course – but you do appreciate a softer, milder touch. You do appreciate his hands on your body, caressing it softly and maybe even leaning you for a kiss and a quick…

Oh god, what are you thinking. You need to stop, immediately. 

He pulls from his table suddenly and you almost feel like you fucked up, somehow. Maybe he did wanted something a big more than what you were willing to give, maybe this guy wanted you in a way that was not friendly for the cafe – but he swoops you by your waist before you could say anything before your hands could go upright and smack him – and you stop right before hearing him saying the dreadful words. The words you wished he wouldn’t have enough money to say. 

God, this is hopeless. 

— Can I get my special offer now? 

König makes it sound like the special offer would include you on your knees, choking on his cock. König makes it sound like it would include you on your back, taking pounding from him while he tugs on your dumb apron and tells you to cry for your master. König makes it sound like the short skirt of your outfit was not covering you enough, he makes it sound perverted, horrible, utterly despicable, he makes it sound like…

God, he doesn’t have enough self-control for you. 

You just…look so scared. Nervous. You play with the fabric of your costume in your hands as the other maid – some faceless pretty thing for him, with his eyes glued to your side anyway – was making pictures. Polaroid, is overpriced for a couple of photos he will get…but he doesn’t care if he has to blow off an entire contract bonus if that means getting some bonus from you. 

He gets to hold your waist and it’s so easily to imagine digging his fingers to your sides as he fucks you with as much passion as he could gather. It’s easy to imagine his cock pumping into you, your tummy bulging from the sheer size difference between you and him – poor thing, you’d probably be terrified as he would force himself onto you. Maybe you’d clutch your little apron adorably and beg for him to stop. Maybe you’d ask him to be rougher and more passionate – to make you his in all sorts of ways. He just…he can’t imagine not taking you home after this. 

He hugged you, it’s basically a marriage proposal already. 

You try your best to ignore the way his hand slips down, almost to the point of groping your ass. You ignore it, the girl who is taking the pictures ignores it too. No one wants a scandal, no one wants to point this out – everyone knows how tips are made here, and you sure as hell won’t be putting yourself in danger just because you feel his giant hand fondling you through the fabric of your silly dress. You forgot the protective shorts too - so there is only a matter of underwear and skirt between his hand and your ass. 

Somehow, the sensation isn’t as terrible as you want it to be. Somehow, you feel like tips aren’t the only thing that keeps you from screaming at him. 

König died and went to heaven – this much is obvious. He is taking a picture with a pretty girl, he touches a pretty girl in maid's suit and she doesn’t even say anything to him. He just went out from a successful contract that would keep his pockets full for a few months and went straight for his savings, and he killed more people than the last week – god, life is fucking beautiful. He fondles your ass with his hand, other is awkwardly limp to his side, and he already knows that he will be a regular here. 

He hates getting his pictures taken – it’s normal for people in his line of work, being a mercenary and a socially active person isn’t something wise if you don’t want an enemy finding out where you live, but he doesn’t really care anymore – he will keep the pictures with you, hold it in his wallet and put a spare one in his vest pocket. You can be his little guardian angel, the pretty girl who is waiting for him to return. 

And he does have your number with him. 

— Are you happy with the pictures, master? 

You tilt your head and König forces down the urge to squeeze your cheeks and kiss you. They way you say this, the way you call him master – he simply can’t resist, not when you’re too fucking adorable to miss out on. He knows it’s inappropriate, he knows you’re just working here, but it doesn’t stop him from leaving a hefty tip and making sure you know exactly what made him leave so much. 

God, he can’t wait to make you his. 

König wonders if you’d agree to wear a skimpier outfit once you’re at the safety of his house. 

[r0seb100d]

Hi could you please make a Dallas x fem!reader smut where they're best friends and he's sleeping over at her house and then they cuddle and it leads to more tysm I love ur writing💗

Thank you for the request! It's finally here, hope you enjoy! Ly <3🤍

Warnings: fem!reader, smut, fingering, pnv sex

Your hands were on my hips, your name was on my lips - Over, over again like my only prayer

“The fuck you doin’ in there for so long?”

Dally’s mildly irritated voice called out from her bedroom, interrupting her evening routine that consisted of various serums and rose-scented lotions that came in pretty packaging.

“Getting ready for bed.”

She called back, laughing at how clingy he sounded despite trying to appear annoyed.

“Well, you’ve been in there forever; hurry up.

Sighing, she patted her face once more and removed her fluffy blue headband from her head, making her way back into her bedroom, only the dim stained glass lamp delicately lighting up the room and reflecting colourful patterns on the wall. 

Dallas was lying on her fresh white bed sheets, his arms behind his head with a heart-shaped pillow underneath them; she bit her lip in an attempt to hold back a giggle. It was funny watching him in his worn-out dark jeans and t-shirt in her relatively girlish room. The sight made her want to pull out her Polaroid camera and snap a photo, knowing it would make the perfect blackmail, but she decided against it. 

“I’m gettin’ bored waiting here for ya, it's been like 30 minutes. I thought we were going to hang out.”

“Jeez, you are so impatient Dal. Give a girl some time, will you?”

She picked out her pyjamas from her cupboard and turned to face him.

“Close your eyes; I need to get changed.”

“I’m good.”

She could only huff in response.

“Dal, I’m being serious.”

He smirked and rolled his eyes playfully, covering his eyes with his hands.

“You’re no fun.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Sliding on her stripey pink shorts, she looked over at him and gasped. His hands were back behind his head.

“Hey! I said no looking!”

“I’m not, I swear! Look, my eyes are completely closed; I just moved my arms is all.”

“Hmm, okay, it better stay that way.”

She decided to trust him for the time being, pulling on her matching top and walking over to her bed to push him gently on his shoulder.

“You can open em’ now.”

Dallas smirked and looked her up and down with an amused look. 

“What?”

She couldn’t figure out why he was staring at her like that. Did she put her shirt on inside out? 

“Nothin’, you look cute.”

He said casually, and she immediately turned to hide the blush that was beginning to spread on her cheeks. They were really close friends, but sometimes he made small flirty remarks like that just to see her get flustered, to get under her skin and tease her, at least so she thought. Dallas never failed to do so as well; it came so naturally to him. A touch or comment here and there, it was seemingly effortless for him, and it was almost impossible to make him unsteady in any way, his tough exterior impenetrable, unless, of course, he was caught “bein soft” by anyone else other than her. 

She folded away her clothes and started fussing with other little trinkets in her room, adjusting her picture frame for the tenth time or rearranging her perfume bottles, anything to keep her hands and head occupied.

“Just wonderin’,” he drawled. “How many other useless things are you going to busy yourself with before you quit and lie down?”

God, he could always see straight through her; his careless attitude was a mask. Dallas noticed a lot more about most than he ever let on; it was one of his traits that she admired and feared both at once. 

“M’not I’m just—”

“Getting ready.” He cut her off. “Yeah, I know. Maybe you wanna go clean the whole downstairs too, huh?” He teased.

She sighed, suddenly feeling nervous to be around her best friend. Her head was dizzy, and she couldn’t tell if it was from tiredness or from the way he was starting to make her heart race.

“C’mere.” 

Dallas patted the spot beside him, and she finally gave in and lay down, curling up against him as he wrapped one arm around her. He smelled just like he always did; the scent had grown comforting to her, like she could just unwind and forget about everything else as she lay in his arms.

“Relax, okay? It was your idea for me to stay over, you know?”

Her brows furrowed in confusion as she looked up to meet his gaze.

“Was not! You asked if you could come and stay over.” 

She scoffed, laughing at his attempt to mess with her.

“That’s not true, and you know it. Doll, you practically begged for me to stay over with you, don’t you remember?” 

“You are such a manipulator Dal, afraid to admit that you wanted to spend the night here.”

“What can I say? You have a nice bed, real soft.” 

He pulled her in closer as he mumbled the last part of his sentence, and she had to try to hide the way her breath hitched at the obvious double meaning to his words.

“So you admit it?” 

She bit the inside of her cheek and raised one brow at him, poking his side.

“I still think it was you who suggested it.” 

He grunted at her poke. 

“Sure, whatever you say.”

She turned away from him and pressed her back up against his chest, staring at her wall and trying to compose herself. He was becoming increasingly flirty, and despite his playful denial, it had been his idea to stay, and sure she didn’t turn him down, but she was beginning to think that there was something going on.

He cuddled closer to her and pushed a strand of hair away from her face. Whispering into her ear.

“You okay?”

She was startled by his sudden closeness, unsure of what to say or do.

“Yeah, I’m fine; it’s just—”

“Just what? Somethin’ on your mind?”

His warm breath tickled her ear as he spoke softly, and she couldn’t take it anymore. She turned around in his arms so she was facing him again and took a deep breath.

“Are you just messing with me?”

He looked taken aback as she asked him this, his head cocking to one side.

“What do you mean?”

“Come on Dal, don’t play dumb. I mean the flirting, the pet names, the random touching. Are you doing something, or am I just going crazy?” 

Her tone was desperate as she let everything out to him, and she half-expected him to get up and leave, but he just let out a deep breath.

“Course I’m trying to do something Doll; I thought all that would have made it obvious to ya, I never wanted to make you think that I was just messing with you; I wouldn’t do that.”

She could only silently stare at him in shock.

“Oh.”

“Does-does that bother you?' Cause if it does, I promise I can stop right now. I just thought that maybe you would have felt the same.”

He looked at her with a mixture of vulnerability and hesitation, wondering if he had potentially messed things up between them.

The tension was thick, and she finally mustered the strength to reply to him, her voice shaking slightly.

“It doesn’t bother me. And, I do feel, the same.”

Her voice was hushed in the almost dark room as they both stared at each other, both of them afraid to make a move.

“Dal?”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me.”

He pressed one hand against her lower back and tangled the other in her hair, pulling her in close to him and connecting their lips together in a soft kiss. She immediately melted into him, feeling overwhelmed with the feeling of his lips on hers, sucking on her lower lip as he grunted quietly.

His silent hum sent shivers throughout her body as she continued kissing him, slowly getting more and more passionate, clutching his shirt in her fists. Dallas’ tongue swiped between her lips, seeking entrance, to which she accepted, allowing their tongues to meld together and intensify their connection. She let out an uncontrollable moan, breaking away from the kiss, desperate for a breath.

Dallas panted as he watched her with a lustful gaze before leaning in once more and hooking his arm underneath her and pulling her up onto his lap. Her breath hitched at the new position, and she steadied herself by placing her shaking palms against his chest, kissing him with every feeling she had been withholding for who knows how long. 

This time, he pulled away, eliciting a small whine from her, causing him to chuckle and grip the hem of her pyjama top.

“Can I take this off? I wanna see you.”

“Yeah.”

Her voice came out desperate and needy as she looked at him. His eyes were blown wide, and his lips were pink and swollen from kissing, and he pulled her top up over her body, exposing her soft skin to him. 

“So beautiful.”

He murmured, leaving little bites down her neck, sucking to mark her up before trailing down her collarbone and down to her chest, taking in her breast in his mouth.

She moaned and clutched his hair, burying her face into his neck as she continued letting out small noises that sent blood rushing down his body.

“Fuck baby, so sweet.”

She couldn’t ignore the heat that was pooling between her legs, and she began grinding against his hardening length, craving some sort of friction.

They both moaned at the same time, and Dallas pulled away from her chest to remove his own shirt, revealing his lean build and skin littered with many scars from rumbles and fights. She traced her fingertips down his torso, taking in the sight of him.

She reached his jeans, and she started to undo the button and zipper, to which Dallas groaned in response, breathing heavily as he watched her begin to free him from the strain of his jeans.

“You don’t—we don’t.”

“Shhh.” She silenced him. “I want this. Been wanting you.”

“Oh yeah?” 

His cocky smirk returned, and he flipped them over so he was on top, completely removing his jeans before returning his focus to her.

“Can I take these off?” 

He fiddled with the waistband of her shorts, and she nodded, her stomach twisting as he pulled them down, leaving her only in her panties. Dallas pushed her legs apart, making room for himself to settle between them as he rubbed himself against her, only their underwear separating them from touching. Neither of them could hold back the noises that escaped their mouths, and he reconnected their lips together in a sloppy kiss as he continued grinding against her, growing harder with every move of his hips.

“Dal, I can’t take it; I need you to touch me.”

“Yeah, need me baby? Need me to make you feel good?”

He stroked her face as she whimpered, watching her squirm underneath him, desperate for his touch.

“Uh huh.”

He moved his hand over her underwear, stroking her clothed core gently, feeling the warmth build up as she got wetter.

“So wet for me, and I’ve barely even touched you.” 

He smiled before pulling her panties down her legs and throwing them somewhere onto the floor, rubbing between her slick folds. She shook slightly as she felt his fingers touch her, wanting to cry out at how good it felt to have him stroke her like that so gently, as if she was made of glass he was afraid of breaking.

Dallas continued rubbing her clit, watching her as her eyes shut from pleasure, her head thrown back against the pillows.

“Feel good, sweetheart?” 

“Mhm, don’t stop.”

He smiled and pushed a finger inside of her, curling it and thrusting in and out, drawing more moans out of her as she rocked against his fingers.

“I got ya; just let yourself feel good baby.”

He continued his ministrations, loving the way she looked slowly coming undone on his fingers, and then suddenly, he felt himself take in a sharp breath as he felt her hand reach into his boxers, rubbing her small hand along the length of his cock.

“Fuck, keep goin.”

His voice was strangled, and only their pleasured moans could be heard as they both touched each other so intimately.

After a short while, Dallas pulled away, leading her to whine from the loss of contact.

“Doll, I can’t keep it up like that; I want to be inside you. Can I?”

He glanced up at her with a hopeful expression, and she nodded quickly, wanting to feel him fill her up completely. 

Dallas removed his boxers, fully revealing himself before looking up at her once more.

“I, um, I don’t have anything; I didn’t exactly expect for this to happen.”

She chuckled before shaking her head.

“S’okay, I’m on the pill.”

He kissed her again before lining his tip against her entrance, gathering her slick on the head of his cock and pushing inside her slowly. They both gasped as he first slipped in, feeling the way she stretched around him to accommodate his size.

“You okay?”

He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, wanting to make sure she felt alright before she continued.

“I’m okay.” Her voice shook slightly. “You can move.”

Dallas started off with slow thrusts, watching as her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she lost herself in the feeling. He began to pick up the pace, his thrusts becoming rougher and more erratic as he fucked her, hips snapping against hers.

“Dal, yes, just like that.”

She moaned in utter pleasure.

“Wrap your legs around me Doll; trust me, it’ll feel so good.”

She did as he said, and he was able to push much deeper inside her, reaching a spot that had her seeing stars.

He smiled at her reaction and kept going, burying himself inside her to the hilt and leaning in to bite her neck, groaning into her skin as he felt her tighten around him.

“Close baby?”

She whimpered in response, and he reached between them to rub her clit again, wanting to satisfy her before himself, and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold on for much longer.

Bucking her hips up against him, the knots in her stomach began to unravel.

“Fuck, Dal I’m gonna cum.”

“Let go for me Doll; c’mon, cum for me sweetheart.”

He whispered to her, thrusting deep inside her, sending her over the edge as she cried out his name.

She arched her back as she felt her orgasm wash over her, her legs shaking and walls fluttering around him. With one final thrust, Dallas followed soon after, releasing inside her, his movements slowing down as he came, almost unable to hold himself up above her, his eyes screwed shut as he held her close against him.

They both finally calmed down, and he collapsed beside her, pulling her into his chest as he kissed the top of her head, the both of them sweaty and breathing heavily.

“You did so good for me, y’know?”

“Yeah?”

He smiled softly at her, her skin glowing in the low, multicoloured light coming from the lamp.

“Mhm, best sex I had in a while.”

She could only laugh at his remark, wrapping an arm around him, feeling comfortable and content in his presence.

“Dal?”

“Hm?”

“What does this mean?”

She asked him with slight uncertainty.

“It means I wanna be with you, to go on dates with you, not just as friends, and of course do this again. Only if you want to.”

She smiled happily. 

“Yeah, I do want to.”

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ᯓ 50 first dates — heeseung

“cursed with the gift of memories”

syn well-known for his charm and charisma, lee heeseung’s name travels through well with tourists. giving them the best dates and nights of their life. heeseung’s strictly only into one nights stands, running away from commitment even before it was there to chase him. however, his life changed completely when his eyes fell upon a woman. a woman who he knows he could never get. but that has never stopped him, hasn’t it?

feat. hyung line yeji (itzy) hyunjin (skz) | wc 5901 words

pairs fuckboy!heeseung + reader | cw s2l one sided pining? fuckboy turned sweet angst fluff smoking drinking mentions of hook ups mentions of an accident memory loss profanity — mlist navi

note entry for @cupidhoons ’s 1k event >< i tweaked a few things here and there, but i hope you all enjoy it nonetheless

“he’s incredible” she says, grabbing her mojito from the bartender. looking back to her friend, “he’s got these eyes that just hold a mischievous look, you know?”

“so? what else happened that night?” another guy asked his friend as she was running on the treadmill.

“we had dinner at this small restaurant and we talked about our lives. it was just like a movie” a woman said as she recalled the night, chatting off while writing her thesis.

“was that all?” a girl’s sister asks while both of them were getting ready for a party.

“we had the best night, he’s so sweet and caring and everything i ever want in a man” a woman said to the worker who was massaging her.

“did you get his number?” her friend asked while handing her a cup of coffee.

“thats the thing” she said, eating lunch at a restaurant. “when i asked for his number he told me he had a girlfriend”

“what’s his name?” her manager asks handing her the new papers.

“lee heeseung”

all over, dozens of women have the same story to tell of the same man. lee heeseung. his charm goes around that has tons of tourists falling head over heels for him.

although really, the charm only consists of the same things with each women; talking to them at whatever place he lands in, telling them about his life stories he’s crafted perfectly, and in the end giving them a good night.

he really had no problem with this routine, figuring they’d all leave soon anyway. dismissing any of their attempts to stay in contact with him by making up on the spot excuses.

“seung” jake exasperates, calling him for the nth time. “you in or not?”

puffing out the smoke, he hummed agreeing to whatever they were talking about.

“we’re diving tomorrow, be at the docks at 5 AM” jay says, grabbing the cigarette pack and throwing it on to the table. “sharp.”

“can’t, i have to take care of the dolphins” heeseung sighs.

“can’t you tell your cousin to do it?” sunghoon asks, taking a swig of the whiskey.

“haven’t you seen him?” he says, referring to his coward of a cousin. as the four continue to talk around the slowly dissipating fire.

heeseung woke up the next day tending to his dolphins. feeding them food and watching them as they swim and did tricks. he sat on the docks, letting his feet hang over the edge, patting the dolphins every once in a while if they snuggled his legs.

he got up about half an hour later and headed to one of the local diners in town. a small, dingy house close to where he works. he sat on the bar stool and a girl who looked around his age took the order.

“i’ll just have coffee, thanks”

“seriously? you look like you’d get blown off by the wind” the girl says, “i’ll fix you up a sandwich”

heeseung smiled profusely, confused whether he should be offended or grateful. he skims through the men looking over the unique variety of choices, when the reflection of the sun seems to be hitting him. he looked up to the direction with squinted eyes and he was so glad the sun shined perfectly at him.

to say he was captivated was an understatement. your hair sat down perfectly on your back as you smiled at the menu like it was an interesting book. you set down the spoon you were playing with and the barista walked up to you to take your order.

heeseung’s eyes never left you, entirely too enthralled just by your presence. he decides to make a move, getting up from his spot and sitting across from your seat that’s conveniently vacant. he watched as the barista placed your plate of pancakes in front of you.

“thanks, yeji” you smiled up at her. he can’t tell which was more angelic; your voice or your smile.

you picked up your pancakes and started stacking them, heeseung watched with curiosity. you started off making a mini volcano as the steam from the heat drove up. minutes later, when heeseung’s eyes left you for a while, your volcano had transformed to a house. you continued stacking the bread carefully.

picking up a small piece, you intended for it to be the door to the supposed house. when suddenly, a toothpick drove through them from the top.

“it creates a hinge” someone says. you look up, which appeared to be a wrong move because the man that stood in front of you might’ve just been carved by the gods.

his hair roused messily atop his head and a grin that you swore had your heart clenched. you momentarily freeze up, scanning over your words for a decent reply.

“oh, thanks” you trail off, showing a small smile.

heeseung was about to sit back down at his spot until you braved yourself.

“hey” you pause awkwardly as he turns back to you “i see you’re alone as well, why don’t you sit with me”

heeseung’s grin doubled and he sat down across from you. from then on, heeseung didn’t know what he got himself into all he knows is that your voice was addicting and your smile held the world.

you both had a long conversation about your lives. he told you about his work in wildlife as a marine veterinarian, tending to the dolphins mostly. and you told him about your work as an art teacher in a school nearby.

you listened intently, thoroughly interested in his job, “my dad works as a fisherman”

“oh really? so you know how to fish” heeseung perked up.

“no, i’ve never really been interested in it” you replied, “but i’m used to the smell of the sea, you reek of it”

heeseung scoffed playfully, “i know, i just went back from feeding the dolphins. probably should have cleaned myself up before”

“no!” you exclaimed trying to fix your tone, “i didn’t mean it in a bad way. you smell nice, like the scent of the sea, it’s kind of nostalgic”

“really?” heeseung looks at you, eyes widened in that adorable way. god, he looks so good. you nodded with a smile that stretched perfectly on your lips. “you should come and meet the dolphins some time”

your eyes lit up, “oh i would love to, how many do you tend to?”

before heeseung could answer, yeji stopped him by telling you both off as they’d have to pack up for lunch.

you both walked out of the diner leisurely when heeseung turned to you, “hey, do you want to continue this somewhere else? i have a nice place we can go to”

“oh” you let out, whilst scrunching your face “i'm so sorry but today’s my dad’s birthday and we usually drive out to the field. it’s our tradition”

“well then how about next time?” he asked, tilting his head.

“how about tomorrow? meet me here for breakfast?” you offered.

“tomorrow then”

rain poured teardrops in a continuous rythmn, the wind blowing harshly. a figure disrupted the pattern as heeseung went in the diner and dropped himself on the bar stool, greeting yeji. and waving at the guy in the back, who’s face always looked sour whenever he looked at heeseung.

“the bar’s closed” hyunjin, who he now knows as yeji’s brother said blatantly. heeseung shrugged at the customer that was sitting on one of the sofas and shined a sly grin at him, receiving an eye roll back.

the door opened once more and you walked in, heeseung watched as you sat down and dropped your jacket beside you.

he stood up and walked to your seat, “hey pretty, missed me yet?”

you looked up at him with furrowed eyebrows, “no?” you said, before going back to read the menu.

heeseung stared at you dumbfounded, “hey, are you okay? you said you wanted to meet up again yesterday”

“yesterday? i’ve never even met you” you scrunched your nose as heeseung stood still in confusion, his mind reeling.

in a spur, heeseung got dragged by his collar and out of the diner. the door behind him slammed shut, he turned to see yeji stared at him menacingly.

“what’s wrong? why’s she..” he trailed off.

yeji clicked her tongue, sighing, “she isn’t what you think she is” heeseung waited, breathing heavily, the humid air made it difficult to breathe.

“about a year ago, y/n got into a terrible car accident. she and her father went up North Shore to grab fruits as tradition” yeji continued, “her father broke some ribs, but she had a serious head injury”

yeji looked away and stared off into the rain “she’s suffering short-term memory loss” yeji concluded. heeseung apparently had a hard time understanding all of this, none of the information thrown at him clicking right yet.

“wait, so she can’t remember anything?”

“no you dumbass, she remembers everything up until the night before the accident”

both of them stayed silent.

“so what? she thinks everyday is the day of her dad’s birthday?”

“exactly” yeji states, “she wakes up everyday thinking it’s the same day, her father’s provided her with a special paper that he’s printed over a hundred times for her to read”

“he’s been keeping her in the dark?”

“it’s not like that. she’s been through a lot already and her father doesn’t want her to suffer anymore” yeji scolds. “so if you don’t mind, i need you to stop bothering her. find another person to bother”

“how long’s it gonna take for her to gain back her memory?” jake asks, laying on his back staring up at the night sky.

“her doctors say it may never come back” heeseung says, throwing in food for the dolphins.

“so, basically” jake starts looking down at his friend, “she’s perfect for you”

“what?”

“you’ve never been into commitment” jake shrugs, “there’s practically no attachment there”

heeseung stays silent. jake raised his eyebrows, “don’t tell me you’re falling for her”

he slapped his friend’s leg, “i’m not” he says, “it’s just evil”

“you meet her, hang out, flirt, no commitment, nobody gets hurt”

“she has brain damage, you douche”

“you sure that’s the only reason?”

once again, heeseung stays silent. he can’t lie. he knows that he felt, if anything, the tiniest bit of care for you. spending too much time awake thinking about you more than he should’ve.

“i mean, either way, i think this’ll be good for you” jake starts, his eyes scanned the stars one by one, “you haven’t really let yourself connect with a girl”

“oh so now you care?” heeseung asks, rather jokingly.

“i want the best for you, seung. you’re leaving soon for university, the choice is really yours in the end” jake says, finally sitting up and looking at his friend with sincerity.

“thanks” hee mumbled as jake stood up to get off the ship, patting him on the back while doing so.

“you should get some sleep, you’d need energy to get her back”

heeseung stared at the back of jake’s retreating figure. they’ve been friends for years now, being the closest out of the four. always being a helping hand for the other whenever any of them were in need.

“you again?” hyunjin rolled his eyes about to grab a stick.

“relax, i just want to say hi to her” heeseung says, holding a hand out in defence.

“what did yeji say?”

“that you’d kill me with an axe” heeseung trailed off. “but, hey, look i really just want to talk to her again”

“she doesn’t want guys hitting on her during breakfast” hyunjin said, plainly.

“want to bet on that? 20 bucks” apparently the world was on his favor when hyunjin decides to shake his hand.

“deal”

heeseung spots you on your usual seat, building a house out of your pancakes. he decides its better to play safe, picking up a toothpick, walking to your seat.

“it acts as a hinge” he says, smiling.

“are you from a country where you think it’s okay to stick your fingers all over someone’s food?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“uhm, no, i’m from this country” he starts and after seeing your expression, all of the lines he’d planned out got caught on his tongue, “well, have a good meal”

hyunjin cackled at his attempts and heeseung doubled the price for the next day, determined to get you to have breakfast with him again. that’s how it went on for days, heeseung kept doubling the price at his failed attempts. yeji not really helping as she scowled at him everyday while hyunjin doubled over in laughter.

one of those days, heeseung realizes he really has nothing else to loose, except for his dignity. so that is exactly what he did. heeseung started sobbing in the middle of the diner, weird looks thrown at him.

when you suddenly sat beside him and spoke in the softest voice, he almost melted right then and there. but he pushed through with the acting, still sobbing nonetheless of you trying to calm him down. finally, he got succeeded in getting you to have breakfast with him once again. under the excuse that he couldn’t read.

you both talked all throughout the day, teaching him how to pronounce certain words, reading off the menu and enunciating each syllable. he found it quite endearing that you were so patient given the ridiculous situation.

“i had a great time” you said as you both walked out of the diner.

“yeah, so did i” heeseung smiles. he was about to say something else, but stopped. figuring it was better to go one step at a time, he turned to go get in his car when you scoffed.

“seriously? thats all? you know i thought that if someone would embarrass themselves just to talk to me they would at least ask for my number” you say, turning on the engine and start to pull out of the park.

heeseung, panicked, quickly got in his car to drive after you and apologise. afraid that he would cause problems. and that is how he led himself to this moment; getting told off by your father and almost getting beaten up by your brother.

your father had told him to lose contact with you. that he was to not go to the diner anymore and leave you alone.

now if there’s anything to know about heeseung, it’s that he takes an advice and let it go out the other ear — with the exception of his own grandma, he’s terrified of her — and second, he will never give up on anything. so, he left no time for sulking as the next day he had a brand new conception.

he knew there was no way he could ever talk to you in the diner under the watchful eyes of both yeji and hyunjin. so, learning your daily schedule, heeseung decides to stop at a part of your drive and pretended as if his truck broke down.

“hey, i’m so sorry. can you give me a lift?” heeseung awkwardly smiled as you slowly stopped right in front of his car. a concerned look on your face.

“yeah, of course” you say, getting out of your car to help attach his to yours.

with that, he’s made up a variety of reasons to stop you on your way. most days interacting with you than not. he was so determined to talk to you, his excuses ranged from being kidnapped to getting beaten by who you assumed was a random man.

the plans were carefully thought of, daily. he spent much time creating up random scenarios that were severe enough for you to spare him some time and talk to him.

he really should’ve seen it coming. because one day, your car wasn’t the one approaching, rather, another car. as it came closer he realized your father and brother were sat on the front seats and he sat up from the position he took on the ground.

“once you stop pretending to look dead, come by the house”

now he’s once again stood in the lawns of your house. he expected your dad to tell him to stop meeting you or restrict him further, but all he did was just talk to him.

your dad hesitantly told him how happy you were going about your day and how it only ever happens whenever you had an interaction with him.

“i can stop you from seeing my daughter” your father pauses, “but i can’t stop her from seeing you if that’s what makes her happy”

the weight of his words flowed through the air as your voice tunes in from the garage. painting away your garage whilst singing a song you know so well.

“let me get this straight” jake says, “you’ve been trying to talk to her everyday, making up dozens of excuses, doing random things just so she would talk to you?”

“well if you word it like that, it sounds sad”

“so you’re basically trying to get her to fall in love with you, every single day”

“not always” heeseung trails off, “it’s complicated”

“sure” jake says, taking out his pack of cigarettes. “want one?”

heeseung shook his head, back in thought.

“you haven’t been smoking lately” jake ponders. “is it because of that girl?”

jake said it as a joke, fully expecting his friend to slap him or dismiss it all. but he was proved wrong when heeseung stared right at him and nodded.

“she’s been through enough, i don’t want her to have lung problems just because i can’t leave her alone”

jake whistled low at the statement.

“besides, it’s bad for your lungs, you should stop too”

“i don’t smoke as much as you did” jake retorts, putting back the blunt in the pack. figuring it was boring to smoke alone.

“i never expected you’d do things like this”

“you think i’m heartless”

“not when you used to shit your pants from a ghost story” jake laughs and so did heeseung, hitting his friend on the back. jake looked to his friend, curious.

“do you like her?”

“what do you think?”

“personally?” jake stops, “i think you’re in love with her”

a part of him wanted to deny that, he used to be afraid of commitment after all. but now the prospect of not having any commitment with you kind of scares him. he can’t have commitment with you, literally and figuratively. how could he when you can’t remember who he is everytime you wake up.

like jake said; no strings attached. except, this time he was the at the receiving end and he couldn’t do anything about it.

attempting for the last time to talk to you at the diner, heeseung knew he would fail. he thought he’d done terribly at flirting with you when you screamed a loud ‘no’.

but when you quickly grabbed your jacket and walked out, he followed suit. yeji and hyunjin alarmed as well, walking out of the diner.

the police was about to place a ticket on your car, it was overdue.

“the tags don’t expire until next year”

“it expires May of this year, maam” the police officer said.

“no! it expires may of next-“ you stop after looking at the date of a newspaper that someone was holding.

in a rush, you look around for your car and got in. driving back home confused and aggravated, you have no idea what’s happening.

in the end, you’ve spiraled into this deep hole of reality after your father, quite hesitantly, revealed everything. he told you the whole story; the car accident, what your dad has done, and — to heeseung’s surprise — what heeseung has been doing for the past few months.

sitting on the front steps of your house, flipping through the book filled with newspapers and clippings from your accident, everyone waited around you. your father ready with answers if you if you had any questions or needed any support.

what no one expected was for you to say you wanted to talk to heeseung, alone. heeseung himself was quite shocked, and scared to be faie. he thought out of anyone, you wouldn’t want to talk to him anymore. rather hesitant, your father and brother walked in the house to give you space.

the silence was unbearable, for heeseung anyway. you stared front out to the grassy field. it was a beautiful afternoon if not for the situation you were in right now.

“so, um” heeseung cleared his throat rather awkwardly.

“i’m sorry”

he waits for you to continue, but alas you never did. heeseung looks at you, his brows furrowed.

“what for?”

“you’re the only person i can never remember when i wake up” you say, stretching out your legs and observing them instead.

heeseung looked at you — or rather admired you. he can’t believe even in a situation as this, he still find it in himself to fawn over you. you looked so ethereal under the small rays of the sun.

“it’s alright” hee said, slowly smiling as he looked away from you and off to the wide land. “not like you can help it”

“how are you fine with all this?” this time, you were the one facing him, gosh how could he still keep on that god awful, handsome smile on when he’s practically been rejected multiple times?

“just because” he replies, his smile widening. heeseung feels as if he’s gone mad, absolutely batshit insane. he can’t tell why he’s smiling so brightly right now, maybe it’s because of the fact that he’s having a conversation with you again, or maybe it’s because of how cute you sounded like when you’re concerned for him.

“you’re okay with” you pause, carefully choosing the right words “trying to make me fall in love with you every single day?” you say this slowly, enunciating each syllable hoping you’d say it in a way that didn’t seem weird or self-centered.

“what if i say i am?” you were caught off guard when heeseung’s face turned to you. you hadn’t really noticed your proximity until now. his nose was barely grazing yours and you could see his eyes up close, has it always been that pretty?

you gulp. because how can you not? lee heeseung is inches away from your face and he has the most adorable expression anyone could’ve ever seen. an expression no one’s ever seen except for you. his pupils dilated, hair messy from the wind, cheeks a rosy color and a small grin to top it all off.

“why?”

“want me to show you why?” he says. your heart pounded too loud and out of the sheer fear of him being able to hear it, you looked away. heeseung chuckled and blinked, his eyes wandering back to the field.

“i have to get back” heeseung says standing up, “tell me if you ever need anything” you finally dared yourself to look up at him. it didn’t matter anyway as heeseung walked off and got into his car. flashing that smile of his once more before pulling out of the driveway.

you went in your house after watching his car get further and further, lost in your own thought. when you walk up to your room, a small box covered with wrapping paper is placed on top of your bed.

opening it carefully, you opened the box to see a disc titled “to y/n”. out of curiosity, you ran down to the living room’s television and insert it into the dvd player.

sitting down on the sofa, you waited as the video started to play. the tunes of your favorite song hummed in as heeseung came into view.

“hi, heeseung here” he starts saying, the camera pans to two people in the background that was making heart poses and kissy faces. “yo guys stop”

the guys in the back laughed silently and the camera focused back on heeseung, his smile back on display.

“if you’re watching this, y/n. i want to tell you a bit of a background story first” heeseung stops, and grabs something from below “you got into a car accident about a year ago”

the camera focused on the newspaper clipping of her accident, “and now you can’t remember me, even if i try to talk to you everyday”

the person behind the camera snorted and heeseung threw a dirty look to whoever.

“but it’s okay, because now i’ll show you what’s been happening so you can watch this everyday” hee stands up from the sofa and sits down on his living room chair. the camera zooms out and across him sat one of his friends, you assumed. “this is sunghoon, he’s going to act as you”

the guy named sunghoon waved at the camera, smiling politely. the recording continued on for minutes as heeseung acts out the encounters he’s had with you. sunghoon and his other friend, jay, making faces every once in a while to piss off their friend. your laughs and giggles reverberated through the house walls that has your dad coming in to check on you.

as he watches you from the doorway, listening to your laughs and seeing your big smile, he can’t help but have one of his own. ever since the accident, he really has felt emptiness all over. guilt and so much more emotions plaguing him by day. all he wants is just to watch you be happy all the time and if that’s what heeseung makes you, he couldn’t stop you.

the past few months after that were filled with heeseung getting closer and closer to you as more recordings of you and him were added to the tape.

heeseung told you everything about his life, what and why he works as what he does and how he ended up in hawaii.

in turn, you told him more about the years you’ve had without him and telling him about your late mom. you told him about how she still brings you comfort until today from picking up all the tiny quirks she used to do.

eventually, heeseung grew on you. watching the tape daily and seeing how well he treats you, you really can’t help but fall more and more in love with him.

“no, i love tulips, but i love dandelions as well” you say at the pouting guy in front of you. “these are beautiful, hee”

“you know if you want me to get you another one, i can do it right now” he says, ready to make a run for the shop if you say the word.

“i told you” you took another whiff of the dandelions in exaggeration, “i love dandelions, they’re really pretty”

“okay” he sighs, and the moment you yawn for the nth time of the day, heeseung had you nursed back to bed.

“i’m fine”

“yeah, sure” he says, dismissing your words and grabbing a blanket to cover you. “get some rest, i’ll wake you up this time. i swear”

you squint your eyes at him in warning, “i will!” he says in faux sincerity, letting out a small laugh.

“fine”

heeseung gets up and walks out the door the moment you stopped mumbling. he went down to be greeted by your doctor along with your father and brother in the living room.

they all talked about your health and well-being. and if there was any way your memory would ever be healed — mostly heeseung asked about this. and as much as he hoped, there was close to no chance you would. your head injury was so severe it permanently damaged those parts of your brain.

“are you planning to continue all of this?” your father suddenly asked him, “you have no plans for the future?”

“i’m going to university soon, abroad” heeseung starts. “to continue work as a biologist in alaska”

“ah, well, it’s great you have plans” the doctor replies, patting his back, “i thought you were going to devote your whole life to helping her regain her memories”

heeseung wasn’t the only one silent at this. you were too, although a room away. you couldn’t sleep for long and was about to walk outside when you overheard their conversation about you and didn’t want to make it awkward.

but now, you just realized how dumb you were. you realized how you were basically holding him back from everything. you were being selfish of his time. you blindly liked all of the time he’s spent with you, but you didn’t realize that he too should have a life outside of you.

walking back into your room, you pull out your journal that held all the memories you’ve had with him. you’ve written all of it down. most pages dedicated to him.

“hey” you say walking up to him the next day, as he was feeding the dolphins. journal clutched tightly in one hand.

“hi” heeseung said, pure affection on his voice. you sat down beside him on the docks as he went back to throwing in the food. “i just realized i haven’t introduced you to them. this one’s named lorry”

heeseung says patting the head of the closest dolphin. you closed off your heart, preparing yourself for the worse today. set on one goal. but how can he just sit there and look adorable and somehow all the things you planned to say are down the drains.

“don’t worry, lorry’s one of the nicest ones. compared to the others” heeseung assures, you slowly inched your hands forward to pat the dolphin and it felt soft. lorry snuggled its snout to your palm and dived in the water again to play with its friends.

“heeseung” you say, staring out at the sea, avoiding his eyes at all costs. he hummed, closing up the bag of food before looking at you.

“we should stop seeing each other”

heeseung blinked. once. twice. thrice. he thought people were exaggerating when they said ‘their heart dropped’, but now he understands. he could feel his heart starting to beat uncomfortably, every inch of his body conscious, his mouth felt dry.

“what?”

“i’m not going to hold you back. you can’t just make me fall in love with you everyday, thinking there would be a future for us”

“but what if there is?”

“theres no future with me, seung”

not that nickname. please. you can’t just ask him to stop talking to you and use that nickname on him. it’s not fair. you aren’t being fair. why are you being so weird right now?

“there is!” heeseung exclaims, “i’ll make sure there is. you can watch the tape everyday-“

“it won’t work, hee“

“or i’ll tell you our story-“

“you’ll get bored of it“

“i’ll remind you every morning-“

“that’s impractical“

“or i can stop by your house all the time-“

“stop”

“no, you stop.” heeseung stressed, “i have no problem waking up everyday to talk to you— or, or to remind you of our relationship. i don’t want this to end”

“seung” you sigh, “we can’t make it work and you know that” you picked up the journal beside you and showed it to him.

“i started writing in this journal ever since the day i found out about the accident. and i want to start a new chapter” you look down, “without you in it”

he stayed silent. the waves rippled under the dawning sun. hues of orange contrasted with the sea, reflecting off the colors.

“okay” heeseung says barely above a whisper. you look at him, pretending you didn’t hear him say anything. heeseung stared ahead and cleared his throat. “okay. it was nice knowing you, y/n”

he turned to you with a smile. you don’t know what kind of answer you wanted from him. maybe you half expected for him to continue screaming at you or hell even push you in the water. but for some reason, seeing his strained smile hurt you even more. you were the one who had the idea so why were you the one to slowly regret it?

“glad for you, son” heeseung looked back to see your father walking towards him, your brother following behind.

“sir” heeseung greets, he nodded at your brother. “i’m finally off your back now” he jokes.

your father smiles, “ahh well you weren’t all bad” he says patting heeseung on the back.

heeseung smiles politely. he hesitates to say something, but ultimately thought there was nothing else to loose anyway. “how’s y/n?”

your father looks at him with raised eyebrows, “she’s moved in to the clinic now, teaches people art”

“code 110, flight A30 has opened for boarding, please get in line. i repeat, code 110, flight A30 has opened for boarding, please get in line” the speaker announced.

“that’s my cue” heeseung says, taking his suitcase. “it’s been nice knowing you sir. wished we had more time to talk, you too” heeseung nods at your father and brother. he was about to turn to the gate before a hand landed on his shoulder, stopping him.

“before you go, i want you to have this. a parting gift if you will” your father hands him an ipod. your father nods one last time and walks off. leaving heeseung quite confused.

he got in the plane and the moment he sat down, he connected the wires of his earphones in and as the familiar melody whistled in his ears he knows he fucked up.

heeseung hadn’t ever gotten up and left the plane so quick, a few people shouting at him after he bumped into them but he paid no mind. he ran out the airport and called for a cab.

he was jittery the whole ride. he realized how dumb he had been this whole time. he went through all the things you said that day and he didn’t understand why he just let you leave like that. why didn’t he put up more of a fight?

the moment he got down off the cab he ran in to the hospital searching everywhere for you until he found you back in the gardens. watering some flowers and tending to them.

“y/n” heeseung pants, you turn back a bit startled and see him. heeseung slowly walks towards you, taking careful steps one by another. “do you remember me?” he whipers.

he breathes in, your sweet scent filling him up. his face an inch away from yours. he watched as you stared up at him, admiring how the glow of your eyes shifted at every minor movement.

your lips break out into a pretty smile, “how couldn’t i?” and in a spur, your lips were on his. the longing and time that has passed all fused into a moment. heeseung grabs you by your waist to deepen the kiss and giggles from both you and him elicits against each other.

as you break apart for a moment, heeseung mumbles out something that you definitely heard but want to hear him say again.

“i love you” he whispers, “and i’ll continue to for a very long time”

even memories can never erase that feeling. the feeling of being so painfully in love with someone. the feeling of loving lee heeseung.

© junislqve 2024. liking, rebloging, and commenting are appreciated.

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a/n: this song is insane i've never heard it before but the lyrics are sooooo post prison spencer thank you for letting this into my life anon! this got lengthy and i rlly wanted to write even more but i have 16 requests lmfaooo

tags: post-prison!spencer, marital strain, uuuggghh

Spencer has never been one to hesitate with you.

He’s loud about love, weirdly. He has no problem being outward about it, not when it means telling the world that he's lucky enough to have you, especially as his wife.

The entirely of his three months in prison felt like decades. You had grown used to a constant love, one that was always reassuring and consistent. Spencer was available to you at any given moment, just a call away, but the sudden change was even harder than you assumed it would have been.

He had seemingly stopped to connect. Daily phone calls began to grow further and further apart, until they stopped suddenly. Nothing had happened, no fighting or upset, but the weight of situation had finally caused something to give.

Now, standing in the office on wobbly feet, you couldn't help but worry about why. What had gone so wrong that he could no longer turn to you for anything? Or worse, was there even hope for your marriage after the months of strain?

When the door to the office finally opens, you're not met with the same man you once loved. He's different. He's leaned out, stress wears on his face, and his eyes tell a story that you're not sure you're ready to be faced with. You can tell someone put effort into attempting to piece him back together, as he's wearing his own clothes. As much as it hurts to know that the person who showed up for him first wasn't you, you can't be bothered by it. Not when he's here, standing within reach, for the first time.

There is no handbook for how to manage a situation like this. The only logical thing you can think of is to hold him to confirm his existence. So you do.

You can hear the slight hitch of his breath as you close the gap between you, your arms finding his body like everything is normal. You can feel every little change in him like this; the tension in his shoulders and the hesitation in his touch.

It doesn't cross your mind that your embrace is unwelcome, but you can't seem to care.

“Hi,” you whisper. The sound is muffled by layers of fabric and skin and collarbones, but it's there. It reaches him without the barrier of a phone.

“Hi,” he replies. “I’m sorry.”

The words are weighty. You're not sure what to do with them, but they don't mean any less because of it.

“It's okay,” you nod. “It doesn't matter. We can just… go home.”

He pulls away, and you finally get a good look at him again, every detail coming back to you like he never left. You can see the words forming in his mind.

“What?” You ask.

When you make an attempt to reach out again, this time with a hand to his face, you're swiftly denied contact. He captures your hand in his, instead holding it somewhere in mid air before letting it go.

“I don't…” he shakes his head. “I didn't call. I wasn't good to you.”

“It's okay. You had good reason.”

“But I didn't,” he protests. “It wasn't right. That's not… what I promised you.”

“Spencer,” you sigh. “It's over. I don't care.”

“But I do,��� he sighs.

“I know who you are,” you reply. “It's okay. We had a rough few months. But things will get back to normal.”

He holds your gaze, as you hold his.

“I'm not sure we can.”

“Why wouldn't we?”

He opens his mouth, hesitating to explain.

“I just… I'm not the person you married.”

“Spencer.”

“Don't,” he huffs. “I did things that… weren't right. Weren't me.”

“And that's expected under the circumstances,” you say. “But I married you. In all forms and conditions. No matter what the cost was.”

He swallows thickly. This time, when you reach for him, he doesn't immediately resist. He allows you to take his face in your hands hesitantly, narrowed eyes still searching for doubt.

“Okay,” he nods.

“Good. Now come home,” you sigh.

The only response you get this time is the warmth of his hands on your sides, finally allowing himself to pull you back in once again.

[rosesnbooks]

Libra placements

disclaimer: i am not a professional! i write based on what i know from reading and observing others for fun.

🤍sun in libra-very charming people who usually get along with anyone they meet but they can be quite hard to read. they appear peaceful and calm, often with a smile. when they show up in the room, people naturally gravitate toward them. they dislike confrontations and if you push them hard enough, they’ll throw a fit. they care about their appearance so they look presentable most of the time, even in the comfort of their home. they like socialising with others, especially with those who bring them excitement and a sense of security. they deeply value fairness, but their feelings for others can sometimes cloud their judgment. if they give you several chances but suddenly cut you off, you should know that this didn’t happen overnight and that you’ve crossed too many lines. their loved ones are very important to them. people also underestimate how much they appreciate friendship. if underdeveloped, they can be fake because their hunger for attention and being liked can get out of hand. romance is very important as well, for many, because they love the idea of love and the high they get from it. some of them can be indecisive and even rely on others too much. they have a specific vision in mind of a perfect lover so they tend to seek out similar partners, at least visually. they like to daydream and manifest their perfect life.

🤍moon in libra-they are often idealistic but reasonable at the same time. placing themselves in a setting that is comforting and beautiful matters to them, as well as surrounding themselves with people who give them peace and happiness. They dislike spending too much time with intense people, especially those who seek chaos and have a pessimistic mindset. they tend to hide their feelings, so unless you ask them directly, they may not tell you anything if they don’t feel ready. they like to present themselves as if they have everything under control and that they’re living happily. don’t judge the book by its cover because these individuals have depth and strong emotions just as much as other signs. they process their emotions quietly in the privacy of their home (or any other safe setting). honestly, when they get angry they might seem like a completely different person. the underdeveloped ones are big gaslighters…they can use their charm to get out of many situations, and they also don’t know what they want. I admire their optimism because they tend to believe that no matter what happens, they’ll get through it.

🤍ascendant in libra- they feel familiar and sweet, so people have a relaxed demeanor as soon as they see them. they seem lovely and most of the time they are. they’re helpful to those who are nice and treat people kindly, no matter who they are. they have a nice figure and their style is usually consistent so it’s easy to recognize them. their smiles are super warm and many people find them attractive. their kindness and openness can sometimes make them vulnerable to manipulation. sometimes, even their loved ones take them for granted or don’t treat them right, and libra rising finds it difficult to fight for themselves, but they can work on that. they don’t usually go unnoticed and they have a strong desire to be liked, even if they don’t show it openly. i’ve noticed that they have a strong connection to music and listen to it all the time. they seek romance in their life and while that’s obvious for some, others try to hide it and display this side of them to those they trust. they notice the changes in someone’s energy easily and they're smart.

🤍mercury in libra-they treat everyone equally. in my opinion, it’s not easy to see when they dislike someone because they hide it so well. people generally have good opinions (or at least neutral) about them. they like to laugh and make jokes, and their voices are pleasing to the ear. they make others feel comfortable and safe, so a lot of people open up to them. they are genuinely interested in what anyone wants to say and they have lots of empathy. If they want to, they can be pretty good public speakers. they like to express themselves in various creative areas in their life so they often have different interests too. they highly dislike people who don’t care about morals and justice, but if underdeveloped, they can share these qualities because they do things for their own personal gain (or they are simply unaware that they’re doing something wrong)

🤍venus in libra-they crave love intensely and they seem to have a crush at all times. however, their imagination can be a lot better than the real thing which disappoints them when they let it get too far. when they like someone, they obsess over them and many of these people are ready to put their needs aside to be there for their person. it’s like everything in their life starts to evolve around their crush or partner, and this can lead to self-neglect. they are very romantic and they like to be pampered by their partner. unfortunately, many attract people who aren’t ready to give them what they desire. they can be a bit too traditional, if underdeveloped. loving them feels like being in a rom-com.

🤍mars in libra-very reasonable people who don’t get angry easily, unless they feel like you’ve crossed too many boundaries. developed mars in libra individuals prefer to address conflicts calmly and constructively. they can be hard-working and dedicated to their craft once they start doing something they love. they are also quite creative. they get along with many people and almost everyone has nice things to say about them. they’re helpful and understanding, and they value fairness, of course. they cherish the small things in life and they can manifest their dreams! they love their freedom and independence, but they also love being surrounded with their loved ones. i've noticed that many of them like to travel, in hopes of seeing the world in all its beauty and meeting lots of interesting people. they cherish their alone time as well.

🤍jupiter in libra-they achieve most luck in life when they focus on living harmoniously and surround themselves with loving and balanced people. they thrive in healthy partnerships (whether personal or professional). they’re able to listen to both sides and evaluate their views before making a final decision and this enables them to form meaningful relationships. their qualities are perfect for leaders and they are natural mediators. people ask for their advice often. they notice beauty and potential in everything. they can be ambitious and they know how to work with others, how to make compromises, and their patient character grants them success. they have a strong sense of justice and want equality.

🤍saturn in libra-saturn works well in this sign so there aren’t too many issues. they share most traits as those with jupiter in libra. i haven't met anyone with this placement as far as i know, but i have read that these people tend to either have trust issues or that they have extremely high standards that those around them cannot possibly fulfill. they need to learn how to rely on others and work on creating a balanced life, one in which their needs are met and where they aren’t too afraid of putting themselves out there.

I want to thank everyone who contributed to the making of this post♡

©rosesnbooks

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

✨Dress Up, Part 2: The Ceremony✨

Well well well, looks like you guys won. You get a continuation of this fic that was meant to be a one shot lmao! I had some awesome people to bounce ideas off of and I couldn't do this without them. I hope you enjoy this chapter, it's time for the wedding! But you know I can't go a chapter without writing a little smut hehe~

*** - Scene change ~~~ - Flashback

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Lucifer x f!sinner reader

Summary: It's wedding day! And Lucifer is more than willing to try and convince you to the leave the reception early...

Warnings: 18+, smut, hand job, oral (m receiving)

"You know, if you don't quit your pacing back and forth, you're gonna wear out the carpet..."

***

It had only been a week since the proposal and the wedding was already here. But this is what you both wanted; a nice quiet wedding with only a handful of people with everyone else in Hell being none the wiser. You had to beg Lucifer for the week you got in between, he was practically ready to say "I do" once he put that engagement ring on your hand. It may have seemed like you two were moving a little bit fast considering most weddings take months, sometimes years to plan out! But when you're marrying the King of Hell, there really was next to nothing to worry about when it came to your special day.

The new hotel was the perfect venue, complete with a beautiful ballroom that could rival any chapel on Earth. The guest list was extremely exclusive consisting of only the occupants of the hotel, minus one Radio Demon, not that he would attend even if he was invited. It was Charlie who suggested that he protect the hotel today from any threat that might make itself known. On top of that, Charlie was more than happy to be the officiant, as being the Princess of Hell granted her that authority. Money was no object to the Morningstar family, so no expense was spared.

But regardless of any of that, Lucifer couldn't help but worry. You had one other request for him after he popped the question.

~~~

"I hate to ask more of you after asking for a week to prepare," you started, putting on the last of your clothes that you had discarded during your fun little teasing display, "but..." Lucifer approached you suddenly and held your hand in both of his.

"My love, you can ask of me anything you wish. There is no limit when it comes to you. You've already given me the best gift of becoming my future bride. Anything in my power is yours for the asking, you just name it!" He leaned down and planted a small kiss on the back of your hand. You couldn't help but blush, he never failed to charm you.

"This may sound a little odd, considering what just took place a few minutes ago," you breathed out a sigh, "but...what would you say to refraining from any...intense intimacy?" Lucifer cocked his eyebrow and smirked, seemingly intrigued. "B-but only for this week, I promise! Kissing and cuddling would still be on the table, of course. And no deliberate teasing from me, that wouldn't be fair. I was just thinking that...I want our first night as a married couple to be special. And I figured holding off for the time in between would only heighten the experience. If that's not something you want, I completely understand that-MMPH," you were silenced by Lucifer's soft lips on yours.

"Oh darling, was that all?," he flashed his signature toothy grin at you. "That's hardly a request! I think that's a wonderful idea...n-not that I don't want to ravish you at any given time! But you're right, I couldn't imagine a better honeymoon than getting the chance to feel you again after being denied for a few days, even though it may feel like an eternity. I'll be on my best behavior; you have my word!"

~~~

And Lucifer was on his best behavior, for the most part, at least. There were a few instances where his hands had traveled a little too low on your body and some kisses became deeper than they should have. But both of you managed to make it through the week! But today was the day, and his anxiety was at an all-time high. You decided to sleep in separates rooms the night before, wanting the next time you saw each other to be at the altar. That was the plan, at least.

It had been a while since Lucifer had slept alone. Suffice to say he couldn't sleep. He assured you that he would be alright sleeping alone for just one night, but that ended up being easier said than done. The empty bed he laid in brought back painful memories of his first night without Lilith, something that still haunted him to this day. There would be times where Lucifer would wake up in a cold sweat, only to glance over to see you peacefully asleep, and he could breathe again. Anytime you felt him tug you closer to him in the middle of the night, you knew what had woken him up. He never hid his feelings from you when he confided in you about his ex, and you didn't mind that he would wake you when his nightmares overwhelmed him. You loved him and he loved you. You would never leave. So when you heard your door creek open in the middle of the night to see your fiancé standing ion the door frame, you only smiled and gestured him to you.

~~~

"I-I'm sorry," he sobbed quietly, "I tried...I really did...I-I had a dream, a nightmare, you were there but you started to fade away in front of me. I reached out but it was no use. I woke up and…and you weren’t there, I panicked…I’m so s-sorry…”

"Hey, hey, shh, it's alright," you soothed and brought him into a tight embrace. You felt a tear that had fallen from his face make its way down your collarbone. "Don't cry, Luci, I'm not upset, not at all." You lifted his head up to wipe away his remaining tears. "Let's get some sleep. We have a big day tomorrow." You planted a kiss on his forehead, and from the dim red light that shown through your windows, you could see a small smile appear on his face. He laid down, his back facing you as you wrapped your arms around him and brought him flush to your chest. You could hear his breathing start to even about again.

"I don't deserve you," he murmured.

"You know I think the same thing every day," you respond.

He interlaced his fingers with yours at your words, squeezing you hand softly. "Promise me you'll never think that again. Please. You deserve everything and more."

"Alright," you conceded, kissing the back of his head, "as long as you promise me the same thing. You're my everything, and I'll spend the rest of my afterlife showing you that."

"Okay," he spoke weakly. You intertwined your legs with his, bringing yourself as close to him as possible. "I still intend to keep my other promise. I'll be gone before you wake up."

"You can stay as long as you need to," you whispered before drifting off to sleep once more.

~~~

True to his word, Lucifer had managed to sneak away before you woke. After adorning his typical attire, he found himself wandering the halls of the hotel, finally stopping when he reached the lobby. Thinking he was alone, Lucifer started talking to himself and paced back and forth like a madman.

"Was this a mistake? Are we moving too fast? No, no, no it's alright, it's fine! We're fine! Get a fucking GRIP, Lucifer! You're panicking for nothing! She loves you...right? Yes, yes of course she does! Why would she say yes to you?! Unless...NO! No, none of that! Relax! Need to relax..."

"You know, if you don't quit your pacing back and forth, you're gonna wear out the carpet," Husk remarked, attempting to get Lucifer's attention in his anxious state.

"WHAT THE-" Lucifer shrieked hearing the bartender's voice. After seeing Husk standing behind the bar, he breathed out a sigh of relief and clutched his hand to his rapidly beating heart. "Geez, warn a guy next time!" Husk huffed and returned to cleaning the whiskey glass he held in his hand. "How, uhh, how much of that did you hear?"

"Enough to know that you're a fucking mess right now," the cat demon replied, setting down his now clean glass. "Perhaps you need a bartender to talk to."

"Uhh, alright?" Lucifer made his way over to the bar and took a tentative seat on one of the stools.

"This is about your girl, ain't it?" Husk correctly guessed, "about the wedding?" Lucifer sighed and nodded. "Mhmm. You love this gal, don't you?"

"Yes, of course I do!" Lucifer answered almost defensively. "She's...my everything!"

Husk picked up another dirty glass to clean. "And has she given you any reason to doubt that she feels the same way?"

Lucifer huffed. "Well, I...no, no she hasn't. She's always been there for me. Listening to my ramblings, making me laugh, consoling me during the worst times, like last night...she's...she's just perfect!"

"So what's the holdup?" Husk asked after setting the other glass down.

"It's not as simple as you're making it out to be, Husker," Lucifer retorted, pushing his way back from the bar. "I loved Lilith with all of my heart and soul. And she said...that she loved me too. But then one day, she was just gone. Vanished. We fell together. We built a life here TOGETHER! And she just leaves? It's like the last 10,000 years together meant absolutely NOTHING!" Lucifer ran his hands through his hair, trying to keep his composure. "I-I can't lose her like like I lost Lilith. I just can't! I just want to be enough for her. I don't know what I would do if she...", he couldn't finish his sentence. He sat back down at the bar, resting his head in his arms. "The pain would break me..."

The sound of a glass sliding across the counter top caught Lucifer's attention. When he lifted his head, he noticed a full glass of scotch sitting next to him. "Calms the nerves," Husk spoke. Lucifer let out a deep breath and took a swig, choking slightly in the process not realizing how strong it was.

"Not much of a drinker," Lucifer admitted, setting the glass down.

"Sir, if I may..." Husk began.

"You can call me Lucifer," the angel smiled slightly.

Husk smirked. "Lucifer, all I can tell you that love is a vulnerable emotion. I understand that you're afraid. Afraid that history will repeat itself, that your love is not meant to be, and that you're going to end up alone all over again." Lucifer's face sunk, lowering his head against his arms once more. "But," Husk continued, "I know one thing for sure. That girl up there ain't Lilith."

Lucifer raised his head, now hanging onto every word from the bartender.

"If anybody thinks you aren't enough, that's their own fucking problem. And I can tell you that your girl ain't like that at all. She adores ya, can't get her to shut up about ya! Hell, I couldn't even tell you why she ended up down here in the first place! Another one of Heaven's fuck ups, for sure. But for your sake, I'm glad she did." Husk reached over and gulped down Lucifer's unfinished glass of scotch. "Be a shame if it went to waste."

Lucifer let out the smallest of laughs. "Thank you, Husker. And you're right, even in this God forsaken pit, she manages to make it just a little bit brighter. She saved me. And I'm going to devote every moment of my immortal life to her."

"Good to hear. Now..." Husk slammed his hand down on the counter, "get your shit together and go get ready! You got a wedding to attend."

*** You startled awake with the sound of knocking at your door. Your mind was still foggy, brief memories of last night flooded through your head. "Lucifer?" you sat up and looked around your room, but he was already gone, leaving you alone in an empty bed. He had kept his promise after all. There was another set of knocks at the door. "Coming!" you shouted as you ran to grab the robe you had left on the armchair. You opened the door to see Charlie bouncing giddily.

“Good moooorrrrnnniiiinnnngggggg~” she practically sang. “Did you sleep well? Are you ready for your big day?? Are we forgetting anything???” She rapid fired questions at you while you were still rubbing the crust from your eyes.

“Charlie, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re more excited than I am,” you joked, gesturing her to come in. “In order: Yes, I slept…well. Yes, I’m ready...mentally speaking. And no, we’re definitely not forgetting anything. You’re the most meticulous and thoughtful person I know, you definitely have everything planned to a tee! You practically leapt out of your skin when we asked if you would officiate.”

"Aww, thank you!" Charlie smiled as she skipped into your room. "And of course! I would never turn down such an opportunity! Being the princess of Hell does have its perks! You can never be too prepared, ya know? Especially for a day that's so wonderful and magical and full of love!" You saw tears welling up in her eyes out of pure joy.

"Hey now, I thought I was the one that was supposed to be crying today!" you joked.

"Right, right! Sorry!" She wiped the tears from her eyes and grabbed your hands excitedly. "Let's get your hair and make up done!"

Charlie dragged you over to the vanity and sat you down in the chair. You weren't one to wear much makeup typically, but Charlie insisted. And when Charlie asks for something, it's pretty much impossible to tell her no. So you obliged. But you made her promise that she would not go overboard, only the basics. Thankfully you showered the night before, so your hair just needed a good brush through. Charlie grabbed the hairbrush and began to comb through your hair, gently pulling out the knots out of the nasty case of bed head you were sporting. She truly was the kindest soul you've ever met. But that didn't stop you from feeling a little awkward.

"Charlie," you mumbled, "can I-oww...can I ask you something?"

"Yes, absolutely!" She grabbed the the already plugged-in curler and started working on adding some volume to your hair.

"Are...are you sure you're alright with this?" you asked timidly. "I mean...me and your father. I just don't want you to think I'm trying to, you know...replace your mother. I know I don't know much about her or your relationship but..."

Charlie put down the curler and kneeled down next to you, gently grabbing your hand. "You don't need to worry about that! I promise, it's alright with me. It's more than alright, actually! I haven't seen my dad this happy in a long, long time. He loves you so much! You wanna know how I know that? Because he tells me. Every single day. His eyes light up when anybody mentions your name! And I know you would never do anything to hurt him, or me. You're too kind and good hearted for that. I know it may feel like you're inserting yourself into the picture, but I'm more than happy to have you as part of our family! I know the love you have for my dad is genuine, and I wouldn't change a thing!"

A smile formed on your face. "Thank you, Charlie."

"Now," Charlie hopped up from the floor and grabbed the large make up bag sitting on the counter, “time to make magic happen! I have the perfect idea! Close your eyes and no peaking until I say so!”

*** You could feel your heart beating out of your chest as you stood in front of the closed ballroom doors. You knew just on the other side of that door was the love of your life, and he was waiting for you. Husk linked your arm with his, flashing you a warm smile. "You ready?"

You let out a few shaky breaths before you could answer him. "Y-yes."

"Don't worry, I gotcha," he comforted, "one step at a time, alright? Trust me, whatever you're feeling now, he was in much worse shape this morning. Nearly had to kick his ass to the altar myself. But I straightened him out for ya."

You could help but laugh. "Thanks, Husk. And thank you for walking me down. I know this isn't really a traditional wedding, but I appreciate everything you and everyone else have done for us."

"No thanks is necessary," Husk replied, "for what you do for Charlie and the hotel, it's the least I can do. You're a good one to be sure. And the King is damn lucky to have ya." You smiled and tightened your grip on Husk's arm as you heard the faint sound of music start to play on the other side. "It's time."

Without another word, the large wooden doors opened in front of you, and the music could be heard much more clearly now. The Bridal Chorus. Husk waited on your command as you took the first step. You scanned the room. You saw Vaggie and Cherri standing to one side, Angel off to the other, while Niffty skipped in front of you throwing a mix of flower petals and roaches. You noticed Charlie straight ahead of you in a lovely blue suit, a color you've never seen her wear before. You also took notice to the fact there didn't seem to be any organ in the room, despite the music that continued to play as you walked. You guessed it was some of Lucifer's magic. He really knew how to set the scene for the occasion.

Finally, your eyes found Lucifer. He looked at you as if you were the most angelic being he's ever laid his eyes on. You couldn't quite make out the details of his face yet, but you could tell that tears had begun rolling down his face. You saw his suit for the first time. A beautiful black velvet suit with embroidered gold detailing on the jacket. He looked like royalty.

Lucifer stared back at you, fighting every urge in his body to run to you and scoop you up in his arms. Your dress was immaculate. A stunning flowing sleeveless white dress adorned with fluffy scarlet feathers that were scattered across the skirt and completely covered the bodice. An homage to your future husband. You were only a few feet from him now. His smile could have lit the darkest of rooms. The tears continued to flow from his eyes, and you could feel tears threatening to leave yours as well.

"Deep breaths," Husk murmured to you before stepping to the side to join Angel. You inhaled deeply, holding your breath until you stood directly in front of Lucifer, only exhaling when he reached out and held your hands in his.

The music stopped. Your heartbeat was the only thing you could hear now.

Charlie cleared her throat. "Dearly beloved, we're gathered here today to join these two souls before us in holy matrimony. I understand that the couple have written their own vows." Charlie glanced your way and beamed. "Ladies first!" You smiled back at her then turned your full attention to Lucifer, staring lovingly and longingly into his eyes. You had spent the entire week practicing and memorizing your words for this very moment. You breathed in, and you breathed out.

"Lucifer, words cannot begin to describe how you make me feel. You have shown me so much compassion, understanding, care, and adoration that I had never experienced on Earth. My promise to you is that I will always stay by your side, I will never abandon you, and I will love you for the rest of my after life. You've changed my life for the better, and I will make sure that I do the same for you. You are my one true love, forever and always. I love you, my angel."

Lucifer pulled one of his hands away to wipe away the tears the refused to stop flowing. Angel pulled out a handkerchief and brought it over to him and began patting it across his cheeks. You looked at Charlie who had also started to cry. She quickly composed herself and turned towards her father. "D-Dad?" she squeaked out.

Once Lucifer was able to compose himself, he took hold of your hands once more. "My love, I have existed since before the dawn of creation. And in my thousands of years of existence, no one has brought me as much joy as you have. You came into my life suddenly, like a thief in the night, and stole my most precious possession. My heart. It is yours now, for eternity and even beyond. I promise that you will never know another day of sadness, of heartbreak, or of loneliness. My devotion to you is boundless and unfathomable and never ending. I am yours. I love you, my queen."

Razzle appeared in front of the two of you, displaying the silver wedding rings for each of you. You and Lucifer took your respective ring to to place on the other's hand.

"Lucifer," Charlie spoke through her sniffles "will you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife; will you love, honor, and cherish her, hold her up in the good times and the bad, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do, forever," he answered, sliding the ring onto your finger.

Charlie turned and repeated the question to you.

"Yes, I do," you proclaimed, sliding the ring onto his hand in the same manner.

"By the power vested in me, as princess of Hell, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

You and Lucifer smiled at each other, no longer able to hold back any of your tears. Lucifer cupped your face and brought your lips to his for a tender kiss. You heard the cheers from the others in the room, and you definitely heard Angel whistle as your lips connected. When you pulled apart, something had caught your eye. Your rings were glowing. Magic in the form of golden dust surrounded each of them, swirling around the metal bands.

"What's this?" You asked Lucifer, who didn't seem alarmed at all.

He chuckled. "You're the new Queen of Hell, my darling. This magic is a symbol. It signifies that you are no longer bound by the rules that govern the sinners; you are bound to me. You have free reign to travel anywhere you wish, including the other rings of Hell. You're now one of the most powerful beings in the realm! But we can get into the finer details later; for now," Lucifer pecked your lips once again, "let's celebrate!"

After wiping away her excessive tears, Charlie cleared her throat. "Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to introduce to you for the first time ever, Mr. and Mrs. Morningstar!" The crowd cheered as you walked hand in hand with your husband back down the aisle.

"Who's ready to fucking PARTY?!" Cherri yelled behind you as you all made your way towards the bar in the lobby.

Drinks poured at the reception, everyone was cutting lose and having fun! You two had decided to partake in as many traditional reception activities as you could! Neither of you knew how you ended up with so much cake all over yourselves, but it was alright considering Lucifer easily snapped his fingers and both of you ended up back in pristine condition. You invited everyone to participate in the bouquet toss, but it was Vaggie who ended up with the flowers in the end. She absolutely failed to hide her blush from Charlie who was jumping for joy! But this next tradition was something Lucifer had really been looking forward to; the garter belt toss.

Ever the showman, Lucifer hiked up your dress to your thigh and rather than using his hands, he decided to use his teeth to pull the garment down. His head lingered near your thigh way longer than necessary, and you could Angel snickering as Lucifer dragged it down the length of your leg.

"Oh, you're gonna get it," you leaned down to whisper to him, hoping no one else could hear.

"Is that a threat or a promise?" Lucifer retorted with the garter belt still between his teeth.

To no one's surprise, Angel was the one to catch the belt once Lucifer finally tossed it.

The reception was going off without a hitch. Everyone was having the time of their lives getting plastered and gorging themselves on the enormous buffet Lucifer hand conjured up. You had changed out of your wedding dress into a new purple dress; the lavender one that you really liked that you had tried on a week ago before you got yanked out of the dressing room by a certain horny angel. Thankfully, you two were able to go back to the store the next day to properly purchase it. You and Lucifer were given your own large round table so you wouldn't have to sit at the crowded bar. Luckily for Lucifer, this gave him easy access to you. As the reception went on and with no one being the wiser, Lucifer's hand found your thigh once more, gliding it up ever so slowly before you shot him a knowing glance.

"What do you say we leave early," he proposed innocently, "I have a wonderful surprise for my new bride once we're on our honeymoon."

You playfully grabbed Lucifer's wandering hand and pushed it down towards your knee. "Luci, it's only been an hour! You can't tell me you can't wait just a little longer, can you?"

Lucifer stuck out his lip and pouted sweetly. "Oh, but my love, have you forgotten? It's been an entire week! And you know how well behaved I've been, I am nothing if not a man of my word." You felt his hand begin its ascent on your leg once more. You didn't stop him. "But I can only be a gentleman for so long..."

You didn't want to admit it, but you were in the same boat as well. That week apart had been almost tortuous. But you were more than willing to wait until the party was over. Your husband, however, appeared to have a different idea.

Alright then.

Before his hand could climb any higher, your hand shot down immediately to his crotch. Lucifer bit back a yelp as he felt you palm him through his pants. His hand stopped all motion, but instead started digging into your thigh, ultimately trying to remain calm. But that task seemed nearly impossible with the way your hand continued its ministrations, his pants feeling tighter and tighter with every passing second.

"D-Darling, please..." he begged through his clenched teeth.

You grinned wickedly. "You want me to take care of you, Luci?" He nodded his head vigorously. "We're not leaving early. But, I'll help you out as a good wife should, yeah?" Lucifer panted, his nails now dangerously close to breaking through your skin. "Head to the restroom just down the hall. Give me a minute and I'll follow you. I'll knock three times to let you know it's me. I have a plan. No touching yourself, understand?"

"Y-Yes," he breathed. When he was sure no one was looking, he stood up from his chair as fast as possible before making his way down the hall. Once you saw him disappear around the corner, it was time to give yourself some cover.

"Angel!" you yelled across the room, waving your hands to flag him down. The spider demon turned his head and smiled. He said something inaudible to Cherri before making his way over to you.

"Hey there, pretty lady!" Angel bent over and folded is first pair arms on the table, "Congratulations on the new gig! Being Queen of Hell sure is a status boost!"

"Yeah, I still need time to process that," you admitted. "So Angel, can you umm, do me a favor?"

Angel stood up and slicked his hair back. "Oh, anything for the new member of the royal family! What can I do ya for, doll face?"

You let out a shaky breath. "Can you...how do I say this...cause some sort of distraction?" Angel raised an eyebrow. "I just need to take care of something real quick."

"Uh huh," Angel chuckled, "you need to take care of something? Or someone?~" You pursed your lips, a light blush dashed across your cheeks. You really should have known better than to try and tiptoe around your means of leaving with Angel. "That's what I thought. Don't think I didn't notice the King almost sprint out of here just now. Man is absolutely smitten with ya! But you'll get no judgement from me, baby, I know how it is! Consider this your wedding gift, I typically end up being the most distracting person wherever I go! How much time do you need?"

"Five minutes?"

"Oh honey, I think you're giving him way too much credit, especially considering the state he's in." Angel laughed, "I can give you three."

"Four."

"Deal," Angel stuck a hand out for you to shake. He was ready to turn away when he flashed you a wink. "Get ready!"

As soon as you heard Angel shout loud enough to grab everyone's attention, you got up from the table and followed Lucifer's path down the hall. Once you stood in front of the restroom door, you knocked on it three times just as you said you would. It took less than a second for the door to swing open and for Lucifer to pull you inside. He locked the door behind you and crashed his lips into yours. You pushed him up against the door as you slipped your tongue further into his mouth. He was devouring you as his hands gripped your hips.

"We don't have a lot of time," you said breathlessly, "we have four minutes."

"How did-HHNG," Lucifer wanted to question until you began to palm at his now very apparent erection through his pants again.

"Let's just say I owe Angel big time." You started to fumble with Lucifer's belt, pulling it off of his pants with a quick flick of your arm. Your hands worked at the button and zipper of his pants next, going almost too fast for you to properly hold anything. You gripped the hem of his pants and boxers and were about to pull them down together until Lucifer grabbed your wrists.

"Wait, wait! What about you?" he asked. Even in such a lust filled state, he still only ever thought about you. God, you really hit the jackpot.

You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "I appreciate it hon, but we really don't have the time to argue about this. Four minutes, remember? Probably closer to three now." You pulled your hands away from Lucifer's grip and went back to the hem of his pants, pulling down his boxers in the process, finally freeing his hardened cock that was already leaking precum. You placed your hands on either side of his hips, his back flush against the door. "You better tell me what you want quickly, Luci."

Lucifer gulped hard, staring at you through half-lidded eyes. "T-touch me...please...n-need you..."

Without another word, you moved to stand at Lucifer's side as your one hand gripped his shaft while the other cupped his mouth to keep him from making too much noise. "Shh, gotta be quiet, my love. You don't want the others to hear how your queen makes you feel." He nodded his head silently as you began to stroke him. You watched as precum dripped onto the floor below; it was obvious how pent up he was. You quickly picked you the pace as your hand moved up and down his cock, thumbing over the tip only for Lucifer to mewl into your hand and buck up into your touch. His breathing became more and more staggered by the second, he wasn't going to last much longer at this rate. But you knew you were running out of time and your hands alone were not going to be enough to finish the job. "Not a sound," you commanded as you released your hand from his mouth, dropping to your knees in an instant. Before Lucifer could protest, your mouth had already full engulfed his length. He threw his own hand over his mouth to muffle his screams as best he could. Your head bobbed up and down rapidly on his cock while stopping every few seconds to lap circles around his tip. He was close.

"F-Fuu-uuccckk," he whimpered, "I-I'm g-mmph...gonna c-cum...shitshitSHIT!" And almost on cue, you felt him empty himself inside you. Strings of hot cum hit that back of your throat while you continued to suck him off, helping him ride out his orgasm. Once he was finished, you let his now softened dick fall from your lips, not letting a single drop leave your mouth. You gracefully stood up and grabbed his belt that you had flung earlier and handed it to him.

"Feel better?" you whispered in his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

He turned his head to meet your lips once more. He always loved the taste of him on your mouth. "Immeasurably," Lucifer moaned into you.

"And only with a few seconds to spare!" Lucifer buckled his pants once more while you walked over to the sink and began soaking one of the wash cloths in cool water. You dabbed the towel on his forehead, attempting to cool him down. "Can't have you looking so disheveled, my king."

"I promise to make this up to you," Lucifer swore. "You should never be left unsatisfied."

You smiled and kissed him on the forehead sweetly. "My satisfaction is knowing I'm the only one who can pull those beautiful sounds out of you." Lucifer could help but look away from you in embarrassment. "Now, if you promise to behave for the rest of the party, let's just say I have a...proposition for you later tonight. I know exactly how you can pay me back." You unlocked the bathroom door and held it open for him. "Let's not keep our guests waiting!"

~~~

IT'S SO FUCKING LATE RIGHT NOW HOLY GOD I WAS ON A ROLL I DIDN'T WANT TO STOP! I hope you guys are ready for the honeymoon ;)

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pairing: hyunjin x gn!reader w. 2k genre: drama, a mix of fluff + angst summary: you've been in a situationship with hyunjin for almost six months. while he's taking you out, you decide it's time to make or break what you have with the goal of becoming official. warnings: none a/n: i was in a writer's block for like two months, but the album seems to have broken it?? stream ate for good luck (and there will likely not be a part 2 to this)

Six months of back and forth has been driving you crazy.

You'd met a guy that changed your life. He was everything you'd ever wanted: gorgeous, talented, somewhat wealthy, and a kind soul. He was passionate, driven, and everything else that made you want to be his. This was Hyunjin.

The only problem was: Hyunjin struggled with commitment.

He'd take you out on fancy dinners, dates, drop a grand on a shopping trip, but couldn't bring himself to make it official. He sent you flowers, good morning texts, random food orders to your place whenever you mentioned you were hungry over text. But it was 'casual'.

You decided to play his game, give him time to open up. You'd learned that he'd been in a long-term yet rocky relationship that had only ended three months before you met. Of course you wanted to give him time to heal. You wanted him to come to you when he was ready.

He never did. He'd spend all day in your apartment, taking a day off work just to see you. He'd hold you and kiss you until the sun fell and rose again. You would wake up to breakfast in bed served with a side of kisses and little love notes. But, he was instantly avoidant when it came to you asking if he was ready.

So, you were in a weird relationship purgatory. He'd give you everything but a title in his life, and that's all you ever needed with him. The internet seemed to deem it a 'situationship', but it was another label that Hyunjin would likely avoid.

The thought was eating you up inside. Three weeks ago, you drafted up an ultimatum confrontation text to send him. It turned to collecting dust whenever you pasted it into messages and immediately deleted it. Hyunjin was amazing, even with his faults. Could you stand to lose him over wanting to be his?

You sat on the couch that Hyunjin had bought you two months ago, plagued with thoughts about him all morning. He'd been busy almost the entire week, which would throw a wrench into any potential plans. His work was demanding at times and you knew how committed he was to it.

When you finished making breakfast, you ate it while listening to a playlist Hyunjin had sent. He had a good ear for music, especially picking out songs you'd like. He'd started a habit of making you a playlist at the start of every month and you'd listen religiously.

Just as you were finishing up, your phone vibrate and fished it from your pocket. Looking down at the screen, your heart skipped a beat and a smile immediately rushed onto your face.

hyunjin: good morning!!

This was everyday routine. If you didn't wake up to a classic 'good morning' text, you'd get one before the clock ticked over to PM. Sometimes he'd admit he forgot to right when he woke up, but he was pretty good at staying consistent on his timing.

y/n: good morning hyunjinnie :)

That damn nickname. You'd called him a plethora of nicknames since you first started seeing each other, and it was making it infinitely harder to find it casual. The worst part was that he liked them. He encouraged you to use more.

hyunjin: sleep well? y/n: i did, just ate some breakfast hyunjin: yum! y/n: how's your morning been so far hyunjin: perfect now that i'm talking to you

Seeing that text made your heart tug and caused a small outburst on a nearby pillow. It didn't deserve to be hit so many times, but you couldn't contain the cuteness aggression. Also, a little bit of frustration.

y/n: stop itttt!!! making me blush hyunjin: that's my charm y/n: your charm is looking like a cute ferret hyunjin: oh yeah?

Just as you sent the message, you scrolled through your phone for a few photos you had saved of ferrets the night before. Selecting a few and pressing send, the two of you delved into a discussion on his ferret-like looks.

Turns out, he could carry a conversation talking about what animals you both looked like the most for longer than expected. By the time you realized how long you'd been at it, it had almost been half an hour.

y/n: wait. aren't you supposed to be at work by now?? not texting me about ferrets hyunjin: oh yeah, about that hyunjin: i took today off, was thinking we could spend some time together and go out

This was strange, to say the least. Hyunjin was normally quite engrossed in making sure his work was finished. A few months back, you had to convince him to call out of work when he had a high fever and could hardly stand up from his bed.

y/n: what's gotten into you so suddenly hyunjin: what do you mean? y/n: you? hwang hyunjin? calling out of work for me? hyunjin: well of course, why wouldn't i y/n: idk

It took a few tries of writing out variants of 'you're not my boyfriend' before settling on the text you sent. Such official behaviors by a man so scared of labels drove you mad. It was almost perfect, almost.

hyunjin: talk to me y/n: later, okay? hyunjin: how about when i take you out then? y/n: sure

Being so bland over text made a pain swell up in your chest. You wanted to be open and honest with him, but pushing him past his limits had grown to be a massive fear in your mind. The harder part would be figuring out what to say.

Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to tell him. You'd found Hyunjin to be one of the most understanding people to walk to earth. The last time you'd pushed at all for labels was almost three months ago and you'd given up since.

What was there to say, anyways? 'I want you to be my boyfriend or I'll explode'? It was certainly accurate to how your mind had made it seem. The idea of being exclusive with Hyunjin was exhilarating but terrifying.

hyunjin: can i come get you in an hour? y/n: yes

You turned your phone off and set it face-down, sighing and looking at the ceiling. The uncertainty was building, but you had made a decision: it was time to ask. You couldn't keep dancing around the issue. You had serious feelings for him.

So, you kept checking the time as it grew closer and closer to when Hyunjin would come get you. With thirty minutes left, you were already dressed and finishing getting ready. Your heart raced at the thought of him.

The minutes dragged on, but the time finally came. Feeling a ringing buzz in your pocket, you saw his name and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" His voice came from the other end of the line.

You slightly smiled at the sound of him, but responded. "Hey. Are you outside?"

"Yeah, you can come down now, if you're ready."

"Alright, I'll see you in a minute."

Hanging up the call, you composed yourself to the best of your ability and headed down towards him. The wait as you took the elevator was tense, but the second you stepped out of the building and saw him everything else fell away.

Every time you saw him, it was like the first time all over again. His long, black hair and defined features had your heart in a twist. You approached him with a smile on your face, and one matching on his own. He pulled you into a tight hug, smelling his perfume.

"Hey," He said, his voice muffled into your shirt, "How's your day been?"

You pulled away and smiled at him, taking his hand in your own, "I've been okay, missing you like I always do."

Hyunjin chuckled, reaching his free hand up and stroking your cheek softly. "I've missed you, too. That's really why I called out today."

"You missed me that much?"

"Of course."

Before you could bring anything else up, he was calling you over to his car. He had a cafe he planned on showing you, telling you a bit about it as he began to drive towards it. The whole way, you caught him sneaking glances over at you from the driver's seat.

When he pulled into the parking lot outside of the cafe, he opened your door for you and walked you inside, his fingers laced with yours. He read over the menu with you, pointing out a few things that sounded good to him and a few he thought you'd like.

You picked out an order and he was quick to get to the register, paying for both of you without a second thought. You found a table as he waited and brought you drinks, sitting down right opposite you.

"So," He said with a sigh as he took a sip of his drink, "I was worried about you this morning."

"Worried?" You looked at him slightly puzzled, "What would you have to be worried about?"

"You were just.. distant. I could tell when you suddenly texted differently, and I was scared I said something to upset you."

"Oh." You looked up from your drink at him, seeing the way his eyes gazed back fondly into yours. This was the opportunity, if there ever was any.

You took another long drink and took a breath to stabilize. "Hyunjin, I've been thinking about us. I guess I first have to ask you, what are we?"

Hyunjin frowned slightly and you watched his hands fidget on top of the table. "That's.. not an easy question to answer. You're an amazing person I like to be around all the time. That's all I know."

You felt your heartstrings pull. "Hyunjin, I want more than that. I'm done with just being someone you hang out with and buy all sorts of things. I really like being around you, and I really like you. But I can't keep pretending we're dating in my head when we aren't."

Hyunjin looked at you silently, his expression utterly unreadable. His eyes were slightly widened, and you could only see his uncertainty.

You continued, "I can't do this constant push-and-pull, Jinnie. I want to be yours, and if I can't be that then I need to move on and save my own feelings. I'm sorry."

With that, you set your own hands on the table across from his, looking at him. He sat for almost thirty seconds without speaking, looking down at the table and then back up at you.

"I.. don't really know what to say."

You held your breath, but he continued on after a second of silence. "I've been unfair to you, I know. With my last relationship, I had so many doubts and fears.. I was just so comfortable in having us. I didn't want to worry about labels.

"I never realized that's not really what you wanted. It's not your fault that I didn't. So, don't say sorry. I'm sorry. I can't lie and say it's not a bit scary to say, but I like you too. A lot. So much it made me stupid. So I'll be yours. If you'll have me."

You couldn't contain the smile that spread out onto your face, and his followed. He reached across the table and took your hand in his, and you couldn't help but feel like crying. "Hyunjin.."

"Please be mine. I swear, I'll be a better boyfriend than I was a weird situationship."

You nodded vigorously. "Of course I'll have you," You said through a choked-up laugh, "Do you know how many times I almost introduced you to my friends as my boyfriend?"

He grinned and shrugged. "Well, now you can! I just.. I wanted to take it slow, but I guess I didn't stop to ask you how you were feeling after we first decided that."

You stood up from the table and he did as well, pulling you into a tight hug. "Thank you for putting up with me," Hyunjin's voice shook slightly, "And letting me be your boyfriend."

You pulled away from the hug and nodded. "Thank you for understanding when I said something. And, you know, being my boyfriend."

Hyunjin snickered softly and pulled you into a kiss. Maybe it wasn't so bad, after all.

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hi. can you rec fics on forced marriage? im kinda obsessed with them having to marry because of a contract or idk any other reason. thanks

Hi there! I haven’t read many but these are great:

Tarry, Tarry, Wait For Me by toomuchplor (E, 8k)

Underneath it all, the truth is that Harry isn't actually being selfless or altruistic in any of this.

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Take the Moon by tackytiger (M, 15k)

Harry Potter has always wanted a family of his own, and when a deadly blood curse forces him into a marriage bond with his best friend Draco Malfoy, it looks like he might just have found one. It's just a shame they’d always planned to break up after a year…

The Matchmaker's Spell by Kbrick (E, 20k)

Thanks to a spell cast over all of wizarding Britain, Draco is forced to marry Harry Potter, who still hates him. But Draco refuses to live a cold, sexless existence, choosing to fill the emptiness in his life and his bed with a parade of lovers. And while Harry may not be able to stand Draco, he despises seeing him with anyone else.

House Proud by astolat (M, 23k)

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To settle tensions between werewolves and vampires, Harry volunteers for a political marriage. But it turns out he's marrying Malfoy– cold, untouchable Malfoy, who he hasn't seen in ten years. Throughout contention and politics, werewolf pub nights and grudgingly shared meals, they have to make it work.

That Old Black Magic by bixgirl1 (E, 77k)

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Leaving anonymous love notes for you to find + Sae Itoshi from Silver's prompt list

You left the door to your office unlocked, since as the team's social media manager you didn't really have anything confidential to lock up, but you think that was about to change. For the last week you'd come in to find some note left somewhere on your desk for you to find, each one containing a sweet message - but not knowing who they came from made you a bit uncomfortable.

The first just telling you that you looked beautiful the day before.

The second a note that you always looked beautiful, but he loved how you looked in the team's jersey.

The third a reminder to stay hydrated, left with a couple bottles of your favorite brand of water (you didn't even know how anyone knew something like that)

The fourth, fifth, and sixth also came with gifts. A couple small boxes of snacks and a little plaque that said 'best instagram photographer', both making you a bit emotional at how much this guy thought about you.

Today's message was left on a sticky note stuck to your monitor, wishing that they could ask you out on a date but fearing that their reputation would have you declining to protect yourself from that reputation. The handwriting is neat, font small to ensure it would fit on the sticky note, and you tuck it away in a folder that had the other seven. The handwriting was consistent, and the words felt much too genuine for it to be the team messing with you because they thought they were funny.

But you do watch them all closely throughout the day, getting to mess with them during their practices and team meetings giving you the opportunity for closer interactions that you used to gauge whether they were acting differently towards you. Unfortunately the only thing out of place was the fact that Sae actually stopped to entertain the meme you were recording content for.

"Why do you have this picture?"

"I'm trying to get your autograph." Your response gets a snort from the midfielder, but he accepts your sharpie and takes the picture from your hands. It's old, Sae had to have been around five or six kicking around a soccer ball. "Your mom was excited to send it to me. Think I might frame it."

His reaction wasn't as outwardly amused or embarrassed as the other guys you'd ambushed that day, but the fact that you'd gotten any reaction from him at all made your day. He was cute when he smiled, you wished you could see more of that from him.

"I'll see you later, I'm sure," he states, handing the picture back to you before adjusting his bag on his shoulder. "I'm looking forward to it."

"Yeah," you murmur, watching in surprise as he walks away from you to get to the locker room.

You end up working late, usually being out of the stadium before the team finished their practice, but you wanted to get your next few videos edited so you could relax and respond to funny comments for the rest of the week. It takes you some deliberation, but you do decide to lock your office to see what your admirer would do next without being able to steal your stationery.

Sae is coming down the hall when you leave, something that wasn't surprising since he was notorious for practicing later than the rest of the team. Most of the team had popped in to say goodnight, a couple asking if you needed someone to hang out and make sure you made it home, and you happily wave them off with a promise to see them in the morning. But not Sae, and that was because he was leaving now. There's a paper in his hand, and he looks surprised to see you leaving as he approached.

"You're still here?"

"Yeah," you say with a shrug, turning the key to lock the door and meeting his gaze to see the obvious question. "Someone is using my papers and stuff to leave me love notes, I don't hate it but I'm trying to get them to reveal themselves."

You just aren't ready to get your answer when Sae takes the paper in his hand and slides it under your door. He doesn't say anything, just tilts his head in a silent invitation that you can't help but accept. He was so weird, but you were into it.

"Does this mean I can get you on a livestream?"

"Don't push it."

[bronx-bomber87]

Hello Incredible Fandom and amazing readers! :) Holy fanfic fever dream on this one. Week after week I see why this season was in full lockdown. Like Eric it's rapidly becoming my fav. The giving season continues on with this ep. It's really fun to see them have fun. Especially after s6 and all the trauma. A day of them sneaking around and having sex whenever they can with a deadline? Sign me up. Straight fever dream content and I'm here for it. This one had me cackling and squeeing.

I was in shock in the best way. Writers be killing it with them this year. No complaints from me. Like at all. Haven't felt this consistently giddy since s5. Each ep is a glorious salve to my shipper heart that was so very damaged in s6. Another all around good episode as well. They're crushing that this season and then some. Having the show as a whole plus them be incredible? Quite happy. Also hoped everyone enjoyed Melissa's Social Media take over. She had so many goodies. I was in heaven. I'll take BTS all damn day. Let us dive into this fantastic ep.

7x12 April fools

I wasn’t expecting this as the cold open I will say. But I had zero idea of the premise of this one. So now that I know the ep in full it honestly makes sense. Like most things this season I am in the dark. Happy to be honestly. I'm a spoiler free square. It creates excitement like this for me every time we get a moment. I thought this would be an end-of-the-episode moment, but I'm very ecstatic that was the first of many moments for them. I'm always happy when they open the show. Just wasn’t expecting this in the least. Happily surprised. The giving season continues to give. And give it does. Holy hell.

Lucy is absolutely shameless in how she checks Tim out when he opens that door. I mean I can’t blame her. Man is looking fine and FIT. Don't blame her for wanting to climb him like a tree and wear out his branches. Those sweatpants are riding just low enough….We get to see that glorious chest of his and toned stomach. *fans self* I don’t blame her for wanting a piece. Something changed for her after that shop convo last ep. Unlocked something. I mean Lucy is just showing up for a booty call from Tim. A booty call and then some as we get to see as this episode unfurls.

Lucy doesn't even say hi back. Just launches into her plan to have him. She clearly isn’t ready for them to be back together yet. That much has been proven over the course of the season. But clearly is missing the physical aspect of their relationship. Hence this rouse of 'April Fools hall pass.' How long did she think of this idea? She is rambling but prepared af. Kudos to her for having the balls to just come here and get what she wants. Tim tries to combat her plan that A.F. is tomorrow not now. Lucy came prepped and she shoots it down immediately saying it's 12:01. So it is tomorrow. Now. Woman wants her some Tim Bradford so she is getting her some Tim Bradford.

'If anyone raises a flag.' Heh that was a given lets be honest. Telling Tim that if they get caught at any point (That was coming like a freight train cause they're terrible at being subtle.) They can claim "April Fools." Everyone can laugh and they get away with having a sex-filled day with no one being the wiser. I love him cutting of the continuance of her plan. She is in the middle of her sentence when he cuts her off with his lips. They move backwards in-sync of course. I love this shot of her hands on his hips kissing him. Pushing him back into his own house. Tim isn't fighting her in the least. He is more than happy to oblige but is very confused where this is coming from.

I will say my first thought was, is she just gonna come over whenever she wants him? Because if that’s the case she’s gonna be over a lot. heh. I didn't realize it would be the whole day at first. I love that she checks him out a second time after her final rant explaining her plan to get him into bed. I can't say I don't love horny Lucy. This is great. She is Thirsty af for Tim in this moment. Parched really. She is this entire ep. Tim isn’t going to fight having her in his bed but he is quite confused. He's getting lost in the details of it all and you can see Lucy becoming impatient LOL Like 'Uh huh. uh huh...' She just wants to get this man in bed already. Doesn't need him to be bogged down with pesky details of what this is or isn't.

Who knew Tim would be the talker? Not me. Lucy is indulging him at first. Nodding her head as he rambles on himself. Trying to process this whole thing. Melissa is crushing it with her expressions. She eventually cuts off his rambles. Slams that door forcefully getting his mind back on track. Wanting his pants off now. Hot damn. Also must say she must want him something fierce. To come over at exactly at 12:01, with this ludicrous excuse of a hall pass. They messy....And I wasn't sure I wanted messy but if this is how it's going to be. I am on board. Also we are getting our season's worth out of using his place. I love it. What a cold open. Half naked Tim, Lucy coming to seduce him, we're at his place and sexy times? I'm a happy girl.

Tim looks SOOO nervous about this 'prank.' What have you done to him Lucy Chen? LMAO I love it. I knew once I saw this moment we were in for a wild ride. One I was very happy to be on. Tim asking how this is going to go? The slight touching of his hand with her finger. Brazen. How can such a small touch send me spinning? I'm losing my damn mind over here.

'Just sitting closer than we normally are.' You're practically on top of each other. But what else is new honestly? Look at the ZERO space between them. ZERO. The skin to skin contact has me delirious. Look at how close they are when they're speaking. Like they're in their own world. Everyone else around them is just outside noise, that happens to be there. They're being as subtle as an avalanche right now. Do they really think they're good at being discreet?

For two highly skilled people who are amazing at their jobs, they're so clearly bad at this. Makes my heart so happy it's doing flips though. Haven't felt this giddy and squee-like since 5x10 when they were bombing the art of subtlety after their first date. Celina catches it instantly... Cause you two are broadcasting loudly without even knowing it. Her face is everything. Well done Lis. You crushing it with the expression. She's is the fandom in this moment. We are her.

Then there is Nolan. Being as perceptive as a rock when it comes to all this. Too wrapped up in his own shit to notice the fiery foreplay between these two. They even turn his problem into more flirty banter. To the point where Nolan just tunes out and they're back in their own world.

Lucy listing all the things he hates with a shit eating grin on her face. Be more in love with him Lucy I dare you. She is extra sunshine after a night with Tim. my god. Legit beaming. Not that I blame her... But she is all but shouting from the roof tops they had a good night together. She is so into him it's insane. Hopefully Tim can see what she is clearly throwing down at him.

If you watch closely they bump shoulders in the far shot. Tim rocks into her with flirty intentions. She is all smiles when he does. Look at them. Eric and Melissa are a god damn treasure Fandom. To do such small things that makes us lose our minds. We are blessed they are the captains of this fantastic ship. They’ve been obvious before but sweet lord. They're projecting it far and wide in roll call. I was ship high af at this point. And there is more to come.

Celina wastes no time trying to crack Lucy. Saying she’s glowing. LOL I mean….She is and has been since roll call and most likely long before that…. You’re as transparent as Tim is this season my girl. Celina coming right out and saying it. That she had sex. Lucy does a poor job of defending herself. Fighting Celina on it because well... No one can know.

Especially not this early in the day. It'll ruin all the naughty plans she has for them today. So instead of giving in she says she just feels extra sparkly. No honey, you had a very good night of hot sex with the love of your life. It’s exuding out of you. No doubt in my mind they went a few rounds before morning came.

Celina doesn’t let it drop and God bless her for it. Her face has me rolling so hard. We love you Celina haha Saying she saw her touch Tim’s hand. Yeah not as slick as you guys thought.....Subtle as a hammer per usual. Lucy trying to brush it off with a joke LOL 'Is that how you think sex works?'' I'm dying. lmao

Celina offers to be her Fort Knox of secrets but Lucy cant risk it. Lucy is clearly dying to talk and doesn’t. Holds strong against it. Stating ‘Nothing is going on.....’ Mmmhmm…As believable as your former rookie....Celina isn't buying what you're selling.

She is most definitely not ready to talk about it let alone dig deeper. What I do know is this is messy af. Delightfully so but definitely messy. Sleeping with him won’t un-muddy those already muddled thoughts and feelings you're having my dear. It's only going to increase them ten fold...

When it cut to giggling behind a closed door I about lost my mind. I was thinking 'I’m sorry are they’re making out in middle of the day at work and giggling? What is this glorious wonderland?' Also it was very hard to move past this scene to the rest of the episode. I wanted to live here and never leave. Look at how wrapped up they are in each other. Holy hell. Giving me 5x12 vibes. It is all hands hand hands. Is this real life? I felt like I was dreaming this was happening. His hands going for her hair and stopping himself. Moving down to her hips instead. Lucy isn't timid about being all over Tim either. She is HOT for this man and I am here for it. She was dying of thirst and this man was the only drinking source she needed. There's that song from Bruno Mars. 'Die with a smile.'

That's Lucy in this moment. If world was ending she wanted to die with a smile on her face being with him. Ain't nothing pulling her from this man. Look at her hands at the back of his head, and then on his face, as she goes in for a second kiss after Tim breaks off. Can't get enough of him. She is hungry for this man and I'm having to fan myself. Like two teenagers in love all hot and heavy. This is what people wanted to see in s5 when they were in hiding. Well we got it folks. Just a couple seasons later. I am deliriously happy. Seriously this season slowly repairing my battered shipper heart. I love how Tim keeps bringing up when they were together.

Or how they’re not together right now. Man has relationships on his mind. I love it. Tim being floored by her eager ferocity with him at work has me reeling. Saying how even when they were together they didn't do this. Lucy mentioning they didn't have a deadline of midnight before....I think she gave herself this deadline because, clearly, she wouldn't be able to stop if she didn't. There would be no way she could let him go if this wasn't enforced. She NEEDED to have an emotional boundary set.

It shows she isn't ready for reconciliation yet but is ok dipping her toe back in this way. You know she misses the physical connection they had. The writers made it crystal clear they had a very active sex life. (thank you writers for this btw) Of course she misses that side of it. She legit can't help herself. Moth to a damn flame. This is why she had them wait back in s5. She knew once they started they could not stop.

When she said 'Do you think it’s been long enough?' I thought 'Did they have an afternoon delight? And they are now passing the time to come back out by making out? Am I in a dream? Is this some crazy fanfic fever dream? ' I had to keep asking myself this. Also to pinch myself that Tim was just as damn eager to do this at work as her. Tim follow the rules Bradford enjoying carnal delights at work. Rules be damned if he gets to be with his girl. Definitely ok meeting her where she is at on this one. heh But for real Tim wanting to hookup at work on duty? Phew lord. The growth is crazy to witness I have to say. In the best way of course.

I adore Tim trying to extend their time together. Replying they could take a little more time....It's the cutest thing ever. My heart. Doesn't want to waste a second of this hall pass with her. Honestly he probably thought 7x06 was going to be it for a long time. So did I. But then the giving season gave me an episode of secret hook ups and flirting. *screams into a pillow* God I love this season you guys. I'm feeling very spoiled with this one. Lucy doesn't fight Tim's suggestion to stay longer. Is more than happy to dive back into making out some more. Look at her smile when he comes right back in for more kisses.

She is floating on air. As am I. *happy sigh* There's a great line from HIMYM. It's when Barney gets two bags of gummy bears for a buck, from the vending machine. 'It's Like, I don't even care what happens for the rest of the day.' That's Lucy in this moment. She is blissed out to the max. Doesn't matter what happens today. Her mood won't be ruined. Forever adore how handsy these two are when they kiss. Lucy has hers planted on his jaw. Tim's joining her face soon after. Resting on her shoulder because it doesn't make the whole journey. Lucy cutting him off. Saying they should get back to work....Doesn't seem like that's what you really wanna do though Luce lol

Lucy coming up with terrible reasons to get back to work. Like 'Things.' Her brain is so blissed out she can't even come up with proper terms haha This makes me so friggin happy. Lucy rights her ship just a bit and says 'crime'. Tim has zero interest in stopping crime atm....He begrudgingly lets her go and says if she insists....Following her lead just as he's done all season long. Lucy being cute and sassy af replying 'I do. I do insist.' I am heady off the cocktail that is our ship right now. Ship drunk and flying high myself. I love how he leans in before she leaves, and Lucy sweetly obliges with a quick kiss before they part.

Both smiling like the idiots in love they are as she does. It's the little things that always get me with these two. Always. Tim noticing she isn't public ready and tells her to fix her shirt. He tries to stop her but fails.. Her shirt being askew all but confirms they had work sex IMO. Not only that but never really straightened up from it. Holy crap… They messy in more ways than one. I love that out of the two of them she’s being the messy one right now. The more impulsive one. The one who isn't noticing her shit isn't squared away like she normally would. Her brain is flying sky HIGH on dopamine and sexy times that she isn't thinking straight.

The captain of her brain ship is drunk at the wheel and she is mighty fine with it. Horny for Tim Lucy is one I wouldn't mind revisiting again. Sweet lord. Of course it’s Celina who catches them. Her expressions are primo. I had 'Celina catches Chenford in the act.' on my bingo card. This isn’t what I pictured but nothing about this season is lol Curse my specificity though cause I said it would be at Lucy's. So I can only half cross it off. Maybe later this season? Could we possibly be so fortunate? Idk I might be getting greedy with that ha She doesn’t let them get off easy though as she shouldn’t. Tim saying ‘Ladies…’ hahaha my god he’s cute. I love him so much. *dreamy sigh*

We get one of my favorites as you all know. Field Chenford. They have chemistry to everything they do. The field is no exception. It's charged with it. It's when they are most in sync and share the same mindset. Well oiled machine in action. I just love it sfm. Now I love me some Field Tim as well. Mmmm. Why Metro Tim was so utterly attractive to me. Was Field Tim but even better cause he was running a whole team. Commanding things.

What I love so much is he's just so in control of everything and sure of himself. Dripping with confidence in what he's doing. I can never get enough of it. Also something about Lucy saying he will protect Livy did things to me. Things I can't properly write out but I was fanning myself. Clearly I find a man who can protect me very attractive. Mmm. Feral Caitlin was mighty pleased a couple times in this ep.

I LOVE Lucy having moment of hesitancy wanting to save Tim instead of Livy. Her gut reaction is to go to him. To protect her person at all costs especially in the field. She almost chooses him. Tim see's this and has to tell her to save Livy instead. *heart clutch* The trust between these two professionally is out of this world. After he tells her to go she just trusts he will be ok and will handle himself. That he's got this. That it's ok to leave him and go after her. Tim dispatches his guy shortly after.

Clearly someone told on them with Grey calling them out in the bullpen to his office. I mean it's not really that shocking they were caught by someone other than Celina.... There was a friggin officer walking by the room where they had their work hook up in. They also were happily giggling at a loud volume as well. It's like they wanted to be caught...

As subtle as a car alarm screaming out their 'prank.' repeatedly. Good thing pre-laid Lucy thought of this April Fools plan. Because post-sex Lucy's brain was shot LOL She was smart to have it in their back pocket if they were found out. To use it as an April fools joke to get their asses out of trouble. Which is exactly what she does.

Grey was pissssed though. His anger echoed through out that room. I felt it in my recliner lol .Good god she better get that promotion. That man was none too pleased with this development of their's. Once she comes down from her Tim sex-athon high she best get on studying for that for real. They are real cute with their smug smiles I will say. It's why Grey wants to rid them of it below.

Wade pranking them nearly killed me. I was low key thinking this was real. He acted a little too well. I'm with Lucy he scared me half to death for a moment though. His laughter always makes me happy though. It's so booming and joyful. You'd have to be dead inside not to enjoy it. Tim is none too pleased with this tactic.

Lucy looking in shock that just happened. Grey is enjoying his damn self afterwards. Saying it was worth it to wipe the smug smiles off their faces. Very cruel good sir LOL Telling them to remember this next time they wanna mess with him. Well done sir you got me.

Lucy looking every bit the bombshell as they step out of his office. Wearing the same outfit as the cold open. Proving she spent the entire night with him and had no time to change out at home. This thought makes me very happy. Also she is cool as a cucumber as they leave. Her plan unfolding exactly how she wanted it to. Not shaken in the least they almost got caught.

Man, constant secret sex with Tim is making her chill and decisive af LOL She knows down to the minute what time they have left. She is single-minded, as they all but race out of the station to get to his house and have one more round before this 'deadline' of theirs. Like they are legit racing. I’m surprised the camera could keep up with their in-sync lock step speed to have one more round.

Holy cow that woman wants her some Tim Bradford and vice versa. Tim is hot on her heels as they make their way out. Ready to be with his girl one more time before this deadline expires. He has so much pent up excitement he could pick her up and run them to his place easily. Especially after Lucy suggests they speed to get to their carnal destination faster. Can only imagine the explosion once they arrive there. Destroyed clothes and furniture would be my guess. This ep was extremely good to us. Sweet baby james....

Celina can't help but poke the bear as they all but run out of the station. Asking where they're going? Knowing damn well where they are going. They don't give her the time of day. Tim is already locked and loaded. He has nothing to say and let's Lucy dispatch of Celina. The wonderful thing is if Celina were to find out. She would keep their secret and be a wonderful confidante to Lucy. She is the Aaron of this situation on Chenford round 2 and I'm happy to have her.

I'm sure you're all probably wondering where this puts them? What does this mean? Well it means they messy for sure. Will this continue after this? I don't know how they go back to being 'colleagues'. after banging each other's brains out whenever they had the chance to this entire episode. If this does continue at some point will it be Tim to stop it? Because the man wants a relationship paired with all the physical goodies. Will it finally prompt the talk they need to have? Idk tbh. This season is a wild card in the best way. I'm delightfully surprised each week. I sure hope it prompts that talk.

I guarantee my perspective on this will be much different this summer. After the season is in hand. My in-depth ones might have a better answer then. I will say Lucy is fighting Tim still on some stuff. Like getting back together officially. She has been successful in fending that off, and failing on other things. Such as her physical draw to him. Like a moth to a blazing flame with that one. This is a step in the right direction as messy as it was. (and delightful as hell to watch) This entire season has been a slow thaw on her part. Tim slowly climbing his way back in. Each week is him making good on that promise he made to her in 6x10.

What I think prompted this whole thing was that shop scene at the end of 7x11. Why you ask? Well Tim being emotionally available and patient for one. Showing up for her constantly. Letting her know this new transparent Tim is here to stay. He has been building her up week in and week out. Even though she was very happy before with him. What he's doing now, this is something I'm sure she's always craved out of him. Something she was hoping they were headed to someday before they ended so abruptly. All this emotionally intimacy with him is igniting something in her.

It has revved her engine and she couldn't keep away from him any longer. I said couple eps ago Tim being changed, being open, and emotionally available was going to awaken her 'Why.' He continued on in '7x11.' and it instead of igniting her Why, it ignited her passion for him. One she has been trying so very hard to suppress. Craving that deep physical connection she can only get with him. Now, I've never been in love, but I can only imagine the heightened emotions during sex when you are, and how much better it must make it.

That is what she was really reaching out for here in this ep under the guise of a 'prank.' Wanted to have her cake and eat it too as it were. They can pretend all day long this was just a 'hall pass.' But no way in hell they aren't being emotionally charged during it all. I was talking to a friend about this, this morning and she had the best reply. That yes she was horny for Tim but the only person she was pranking with these hookups was herself. To think she isn't going to fall deeper in love with this transformed Tim...She's out of her damn mind. She already loved him but this is like taking a hot fudge sundae and making it even better with extra toppings. The toppings being change in this man she loves so deeply.

Whew *wipes brow.* Well hot damn I enjoyed writing about this one. Could not be more satisfied with this season if I tried. All the hiding and secrecy was worth this season. Worth the giddy excitement each week brings. THANK YOU x1000 to my incredible readers. Every like, comment (come chat with me on this one. how can you not? lets fangirl together) and reblogs means the world to me. They are the highlight of my week. I cannot wait to see what 7x13 has in in store for us. See you all then :)

Side notes-non Chenford

My wife is my bestie. Good man Wesley. You are a good one. Man loves his wife.

Hahaha Grey telling Nolan not to screw up an easy layup of a rookie. LOL He could ha

Heh having Tim come in and saying he takes TikTok. That it’s the worst of us LOL the irony I’ll love it. Sure Eric enjoyed that haha

Angela and Nyla getting a spa day haha well done ladies truly.

She used grumpy cop for the QR code. Oh my lord. Did enjoy him firing her stupid ass. Get her babe. What a dope to post such things.

Damn that kid lit Nolan up. Happens a lot my dude lol but I truly enjoyed his SL with him. Writers you've made me not bitch nearly as much about John. Miracle do happen.

I loved this scene so much. Tim don’t got time for her pleas. God damn I love this man. Didn't just make Lucy thirsty this entire ep...