#only semi nice thing about me is my face but even then it's a stretch lmao

[cosmic-ships]

Gonna be the only one at the beach wearing all black I bet lol (right down to the swimsuit!)

Not my favourote photo but ehhhhh

[seranextdoor]

HOW DID YOU GET THAT WAY?

YOU DON'T EVEN HIDE HOW YOU FEEL.

18+ / semi-rough sex, exes fucking, female! reader. that's all. i giggled while writing this.

Letting Jason into your apartment past midnight only meant one thing. It's arguing slash fucking. Sure, it's a bad combination, you're his ex— his favorite ex. At least, that's what he told you. Being a hopeless romantic with a pussy that longs for no one but your ex, you happily let him inside when he decides to come over after patrol.

Jason knows you love it. As much as he hates letting you get under his skin, he loves taking out his anger on you.

“Fuck you.” Funny.

He's been trying to get your shorts off while you blabbered about how Roy and you have been flirting back and forth. It’s dumb, he shouldn’t care that his ex and his best friend are flirting with each other. But he does. That’s why he’s here, holding you down to the couch with his jeans gathered around his ankles and his throbbing cock pressed against your dripping pussy. Besides, he knows you're bluffing— Jason knows you'd say anything to make him jealous. And God does he hates how much it works on him.

Jason had the tip of his cock rubbing furiously between your folds, coating them with your slick as he looked down at you. “You’re bullshitting me, [Name].” He huffed, cheeks flushed as his hands gripped onto your sides. “Am not.” You playfully said to him, poking your tongue out as you grind yourself against him. He lets out a deep groan, pushing your hips down as he shoots you a glare.

“Yes, you are.” He rolled his eyes, his thumb reached down to push the head of his cock into your pussy. His lips curled into a smirk when he heard a gasp leaving your lips, “You’re just saying that to make me jealous.” He mutters under his breath, burying himself deeper inside of you as his knees digs into your bed.

“No. Roy and I—”

“Shut up.” He puts his hand over your mouth, muffling down your protests as he easily buries himself deeper inside of you due to how wet you are. And to be honest, he'd hundred percent sure you were soaking your panties the second he went inside of your apartment. Your fingers curled around his shirt, “I hate youuuuuu. Shooo much." Your words slurred as your lips formed a small pout, your eyes flickers down to watch the way his cock stretches you, your lips spread around him as Jason pushes himself in and out of you.

“Just… don’t get why… you’re this mad over me flirting with Roy.” A long whine left your lips before you looked back up at him, the bed underneath your weight violently creaked as your nails dragged on his back. “Not my fault, I have needs.” You huffed, furrowing your brows as Jason let out a breathy chuckle when you put up a frown on your face.

“You have me.”

“You’re my ex.”

“And?”

He slammed his hips into you right before you got to say anything, a sheen layer of sweat coating your body as you threw your head back. “Just stop talking about him when I’m balls deep in you, it’s weird. Talk about me instead.” It feels nice, sort of satisfying to know you at least made him sort of jealous that it’s enough to get him to pins you down and fills up every crevices of your wet cunt.

“No fun.” You muttered under your breath, arms curling around his neck as you pulled him down for a kiss. His lips quickly capture yours, ignoring the way your teeth clash against his so long as he has your lips on his own. “Nah, just like it better when you're moaning about how big my dick is.” He flashed you a toothy grin, fingers gripping your waist as he slightly lift your hips to thrust deeper. The veins on his cock rubbing against your gummy walls, a small bump on your lower stomach shows up every time he pushes himself deeper.

“They’re not… big.” You pants in between words, head tilts back into your pillow. He bits his bottom lip back when he felt your pussy squeezes around him, sucking him in. Your eyes turning watery from the pleasure, lashes thick with tears as he clenched his teeth. “Yeah, right." Jason lets out a scoff, pulling back away from you for a split second as he turned your body over as your stomach lay flat on your couch, his hand pressed flat on your back before he forced you to keep your hips up.

His cock finds its way back buried inside of your sopping cunt, your ass pressed against his pelvis as he gripped your hips. His fingers leaving red marks on tour skin, “You better keep your ass up.” There’s a certain firmness in his voice, his eyes looking down at you when you tilts your head to the side to looked back at him. Jason leans down to lean his chin on your shoulder, his lips hovering your ear as he slowly rocks his hips into your again.

“Gotta remind my ex girlfriend who she belonged to again.”

whoever reading this, please send anything sexy about dc men or women... I AM DYING TO JUST RANT ABT THEM c: sorry for the blue balls ending!!!!

[cottonlemonade]

Introducing You To His Friends

word count: 897 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: Ushijima x chubby!Reader (feat. Shiratorizawa™)

genre: fluff

warnings: none

request: watching Nightmare Before Christmas with some caramel popcorn dressed as a traffic cone with Ushijima || fluffy, going to a Halloween Party with boyfriend Ushijima

Everyone in Shiratorizawa was buzzing about the upcoming Halloween party and the volleyball team was no exception. They decided to really go big this year and that meant bringing their partners. Or well, Ushijima would bring his girlfriend since everyone else was single as a Pringle - besides Semi, but he didn’t know which girl to bring so he decided to go stag. None of them had ever met you, since you went to a different school, and only knew of your existence because of the many rumors (mostly started by Tendou) that floated around the locker room.

The party took place in the empty gym, devoid of the usual bleachers and volleyball nets, with the basketball hoops now serving as part of the decoration with plastic skeletons stuffed into them. Since Shiratorizawa was a prestigious boarding school, costumes were exchanged for fancy dress, however, the gym more than made up for the lack of creativity in clothing.

Your hand felt clammy as Ushijima led you through the baffled crowd, but your boyfriend didn’t let go for even a moment. Not only did the socially inept captain bring a date but you were definitely not what anyone would have expected. Much shorter than him, sure, but the pudgy tummy was definitely a surprise. So were the generous thighs that never stopped touching as you rounded the swimming club and headed straight for the buffet tables where the volleyball team was fighting over the last korokke. As your heart threatened to leap out of your chest, you gripped Ushijima‘s hand a little tighter, and with his returning squeeze, he let his steadiness wash over you. You were as cool as a cucumber by the time you came to a halt next to a young guy with black hair who must have gotten into a fight with his hairdresser recently.

“Team, I have arrived. And as promised, I have brought my girlfriend.“

The boy next to you choked on his soda and a tall, gangly redhead who could only be Tendou from your boyfriend‘s descriptions leaned in, his hand stretched out. He was the only one wearing a costume - an elaborate Victorian vampire with styled back hair, the plastic fangs giving him a slight lisp, “So we finally meet, heh? Call me Satori. Ushiwaka‘s best friend in the entire world.“

You shook the boy‘s hand and smiled shyly at the rest of the group.

“I‘m y/n. It‘s very nice to finally meet all of you. Wakatoshi told me a lot about you.“

“I have?“

He hadn‘t, Tendou was the only exception, but you thought it would be the polite thing to say. You exchanged a puzzled look with him and then were mercifully saved by the black-haired boy who, after handing you a bottle of ramune, asked, “So, how did you two meet?“

You recounted how you had been out walking your dog and having smelled the empty power bar wrapper in the pocket of his sweats, the ever-hungry Labrador had pulled his leash out of your hand to run after Ushijima calmly jogging through the park. To apologize you offered him a cup of coffee, he accepted and that was that.

Tendou brought both hands to his face and wiggled from side to side like seaweed in a wave to express his delight.

“N’aww, aren’t you two just the cutest?”, he said sweetly.

A short silence joined the friend group, then moved on when Semi, with much hesitation between each word, asked, “So, how did… you two uhm… how did you agree… to become boyfriend and girlfriend?”

No one judged the setter harder than Tendou. He said, with a comically raised brow suggesting something completely obvious, “I think you just have to check a box somewhere like on the General Terms and Conditions.”

They held each other’s eyes, one challenging, one pretending not to be embarrassed.

Meanwhile, you furrowed your brow in confusion. (Just maybe you and Ushijima got along so well because you both didn’t exactly excel at reading social situations well.) You tried to find a way to reply but when you stumbled over the words a little, your boyfriend gently placed a hand on your back to stop you. He knew his team members and so was confident enough in his assessment of the situation to suggest, “I think, they’re making (dramatic pause) a joke.”

But the vampire wasn’t about to let this go. If there was a chance to bully Semi, it had to be done. “Them’s the rules” according to him.

And so, absolutely nailing his impression of the setter, Tendou asked, “So, what’s your favorite position?”

Semi (despite his better judgment) and Reon hid their snorts behind their snack plates, Goshiki turned as white as the sheet ghost dangling on the wall above the buffet and Shirabu clicked his tongue in annoyance at the middle blocker’s usual shenanigans.

“My… uhm…”, you stammered, your cheeks hot with blush.

“I’d also like to know.”, Ushijima said, turning to you with serious curiosity but after a moment added, “Is it setter? Outside hitter? Libero?”

Tendou clawed at Semi’s shoulder to suppress the manic laughter rising in his chest but took him and Reon down with him.

The three boys ducked away to calm down, while you used the opportunity to pull Ushijima to the dance floor as he still listed further possibilities of team positions.

a/n: request for @act-nat-ural

Thank you so much for the request, I always adore writing for Ushijima! I hope you enjoyed it! 🌟

And thank you to @haikyu-mp4 for brainstorming this at 4.30 in the morning 🫶🏻

[aprilthearcher]

willow

remus lupin x muggle!reader (who's a Tarot reader). wc: 1,2k. semi-modern!au. no voldermort apparently. warnings: some curse words, mentions of a spirit. short but sweet!

When I heard the echo of footsteps in the hallway and a jolly tune whistled softly, I knew the session had to be finished. Usually, by the time Remus would get home, my last session would’ve wrapped up over half an hour ago, giving me time to collect myself and tidy the mess the studio fell inevitably into. Today, though, was different. The last client of the day, Tilly, a twenty-four year old girl who believed her destiny was to spend the rest of her life alone, was more agitated than she normally would be. A shook up Tilly was, by no means, anything new; yet, this altered shift to her already altered personality was brought on, surely, by the upcoming Holidays. This time of the year has, definitely, a way to get into people’s heads. 

I hand Tilly the last tissue of the box at the same time I’m standing up and putting the cards away. Some might call it multitasking, I call it “telling my client they must leave”. She dries her tears and murmurs how sorry she is that this took up so much of my time. ‘Nonsense, don’t worry about it’, I murmur back like the complete loser I am, because no amount of work has ever made me move on from my people-pleaser tendencies. She did, in fact, take up a lot of my time, more than what the usual session costs; I should have been ready to go by now.

I open the door to the studio and cough loudly and a little bit more than necessary, but it is a precaution I take every time I have a client leaving and Remus is around. The last thing I need is for one of them to see him using his wand. They might believe in what my cards can tell them about their love lives or job opportunities and new horizons, but I don’t want to have my clients obliviated. 

Discreetly, I look around the flat only to catch Remus putting away the groceries he must’ve got on his way home using his hands, thank God. He looks up wearing a comfortable smile on his face and waves at us. Before Tilly can even utter a word, I take her arm and lead her to the door, charging her more than what I usually do. Without complaining, she slides the bills on my hand.

“Is that your…?” Tilly starts to ask before I interrupt her by opening the door and smiling a little bit too much to be genuine.

“Goodbye, Tilly. See you next time!” I shut the door before she could even realise she’s out of the flat.

Making my way into the kitchen, I jump onto the counter, swinging my legs while I grab a biscuit from one of the jars. Remus is finishing with the groceries, but he’s now using his wand. I admire the fridge opening at the same time some dairies jump from the brown bag and float around the kitchen until they are neatly stored inside the fridge. Next, the lid of the cookie jar by my side starts hovering over it while more cookies enter and fill it; the crumbling of the paper is heard for a second and then it falls into the bin. I look back towards Remus, but instead there is a bag of the sweetest candy floating in front of my face, which immediately lights up. My hands try to grab it, but I’m a second too late and the bag is already flying away from me.

“You know, that’s not a nice thing to do to your non-magical girlfriend, you bastard.”

“Well, what you did to your client is also not a nice thing to do.” Ugh, the nerve. “Also, you’re not non-magical.”

“Am I not, in your world’s term, a simple muggle?”

“Yeah, well, my world can be magical but not updated on muggles. You’re not, not in the least, simple.” The final groceries are put away as Remus approaches me, settling one of his hands on my thigh, climbing till it finally rests on my waist, and the other on my cheek, tilting my head upwards so he can see my face. “That’s not what I was saying, though. You,” stressing and stretching the last sound, “are going to be clientless one day if you keep slamming the door on their faces.”

There’s an unimpressed look on my face, probably from just trying to let him talk and not attack his lips after not seeing him for the entirety of the afternoon. I like the way his voice sounds. It makes it harder to concentrate.

“That look would get you into Slytherin in a second.”

“Your magical world should upgrade in all senses, then. Cannot believe they sort you into houses and there’s a whole rivalry round that. Fuckin’ cliché.” He laughs. Next thing I know, the sight of him drawing his lower lip between his teeth makes me dizzy. I hook my arms round his neck, playing with a few strands of his hair while I sit straight and get closer to his face.

“Missed you,” I whisper.

Remus furrows his eyebrows, incredulous look on his eyes and a teasing smile appearing on his face. “Since when do you say ‘missed you’?”

“Since I’ve just spent the whole afternoon listening to a girl that reminded me too much of myself in my twenties. I hated seeing everyone from my friend group with a girlfriend or getting married to the boy they’ve been with since high school while I was alone or getting ghosted by asshats.” 

“I wasn’t much of a dating guy during my Hogwarts years either,” Remus shrugs his shoulders.

“Still, you were learning fricking magic, flying round in your brooms, making love potions. That has to count for something!” My hands stop playing with his hair to rest into their designated place, his back. From under his festive red and green sweater, I draw circles with the tips of my fingers. “Meanwhile, I was learning Tarot and had a spirit or- or something knock over my books every night.”

“A spirit?”

“Yeah, did I never tell you? Had to call the Supreme Sorceresses to get rid of it.”

“Let me guess, your mum and your aunt?”

“Who else?” 

He laughs again, and Remus is sure he will not get tired of his own laugh; not that it is related to his ego or something, but he loves knowing his laughs are a result of her presence. What else is he supposed to do around her other than laugh? She’s joyful and full of mirth, moving through life with a wicked pack of cards and no wand, creating and leaving magic everywhere she goes in her own way. He knew he would follow her to whatever her mind or those cards would take her. 

He bumps her nose with hers and when she closes her eyes with a smile lightning up her face in anticipation of their lips brushing against each other, he knows he has her. He will have her for as long as she’ll have him.

[sxeraphfic]

6 with Loki!! NSFW please (maybe smut? hhaha) he’s saying!!! thankss

DETECTIVE LOKI -  JEALOUSY NSFW PROMPT    

╰┈➤“It looked like he was trying to flirt with you”

Pairing: David Loki x reader 

Word count: 2232

WARNINGS: p in v sex, creampie, slight grinding, possessive sex, biting, marking, swearing, average dirty talk, spanking, palming, semi-public, loki is a little bit of a grump at the start, not super ooc i hope, both of you are a little toxic lol, fingers in mouth. Let's assume birth control is in place here. Lol. Think that's it, there might be more. 

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This is actually my first ever published nsfw fic, so please go easy on me <3 Enjoy my loves!

You and Loki had been coworkers for what felt like an eternity by now, he was a diligent person who took his occupation acutely seriously. Which is grounds for why he managed to not only get promoted up to being a sergeant of the sector you worked in, but also have exclusive access to his own private office and dictatorship over other workers' roles. Unmistakably, he is incredible as a detective and supervisor. That being said, he isn't perfect. He’s reckless, arrogant, stubborn, cocky,  antisocial, a workaholic  and breaking what would be considered a societal rule of workplaces. Don't mess around with your coworker! 

You two had been in a secret situationship for around almost a year now, casual but also intense. No-one in your work suspected a thing either, Loki was just as good at hiding things as he was at figuring them out. The thing about casual yet intense secret situationships is that how concrete the “relationship” actually is, could be considered shaky. He’s never really explicitly made it clear to even you what you both are, despite spending almost every waking hour outside of work together whether that be romantic dates, cuddling, sex etc. Did this frustrate you? Yes. You wanted him to be emotionally available and ready for you, to not have to wonder to yourself whether he even considers you an actual partner or not. You'd bring up the question and he would act so stupidly nonchalant about it or say he just wants to “let it go with the flow.”  

Does he even give a shit? You sighed to yourself staring at the timed out screen of your computer, leaning back and stretching your back and arms out. 

Before you could go back to your daydreams, or work for that matter. You heard one of your coworkers call out your name from across the room. 

“Hey! y/n! y/n! C'mere for a sec.” Your coworker Miles announced 

Your cheeks widened, Miles was a relatively new guy around your age. He was kind of childish, bright, bubbly and overall just a nice guy. You were assigned to train him and since then he's more or less stuck by your side and been a great coworker for you to do cases and research with.  

Making your way over to his desk you spotted a certain someone from the corner of your eye. Loki, walking towards another coworker's desk yet clearly distracted by whatever you were up to. He thinks he's good at having a poker face, and he is. Just not with you, that furrowed eyebrow and light frown said it all. It's mainly your fault he's on high alert right now though, a few nights ago you felt tired of feeling like you were just an undecided casual fling for him. And so you may have.. Accidentally made a point that if he doesn't make a decision on what you guys are, you'll find someone else to be the one for you.     

It pissed him off, clearly. But you assumed that you were both over that silly little argument by now since things had been relatively normal, but guesses are that wasn't the case.  You and  Miles chatted for around ten minutes or so, maybe even less. You giggled a few times here and there and even absent mindedly placed your hand on his shoulder, in the back of your head you realised how this may look to Loki and internally shuddered.

He began to stutter, “oh..oh um.. By the way y/n”  

“Yes Miles?”

“I was thinking..um.. Well if you want to at some point we would like.. Maybe hang outside of work? Go to a bar or something?” he continued on “i mean- it's fine if not but y’know.. You're so sweet and kind to me… and well, beautiful.”  

You saw from the corner of your eye Loki making his way over, oh boy.  

“We are doing work here right, the two of you?” he asked sternly. You rolled his eyes at him “Yes Loki, we are. It's just unlike you, some people have lives outside of work” Miles looked awkwardly between you and Loki, the tension in the air was insanely thick. “Yeah uh.. Sorry about that Loki. I guess I got kind of distracted since y/n is fun to talk to” he smiled before semi-flirtatiously winking at you. Loki didn't twitch a single muscle in his face, you gave Miles an awkward smile to alleviate the atmosphere. Before Loki scoffed and pointed towards your desk “y/n. Off back to your desk please. I have some paperwork I need you to fill.” and then proceeded to turn to miles ``Miles, i know you're new here but flirting and dating is strictly prohibited in the workplace. If I catch that again you will be in trouble.” You huffed and walked away, how hypocritical of him..

It was past 11 pm now, the station was practically empty besides maybe a few less than a dozen people working. Loki had so happened to ask you to stay back to “talk about documents,” but you were well aware of what the conversation was really about. You walked into his office, immediately crossing your arms together.  

“Come closer.'' He directed, pointing you to stand next to him as he sat down in his chair finishing up some paperwork. “So, wanna explain what was happening earlier? I saw that. And heard it” he continued on “It looked like he was trying to flirt with you, or maybe you were trying to flirt with him too.”

You extended your hand to his back, slowly moving up to his shoulder and beginning to massage him gently to cool him off. “Well no i wasn't flirting with him, but i didn't realise we were exclusive like that David.” he scoffed, and you huffed in return. “last time i checked our thing was barely even a thing right? Hardly even a label on it,” you began to apply more pressure to his shoulders. “Thats fucking hilarious” he asserted with an unfriendly grin, “So you want us to be an official thing and yet you accept others flirting with you right infront of me, really?” he pushed your hands off him and in response you glared at him. He continued on, “After our little argument the other day you have to have some sort of understanding on why I might be fuckin’ concerned.”

“What? I hardly accepted it..and even so you expect me to just sit around here waiting for you to be ready to label our relationship??? How about you look at the reality here David. You refuse to make the claim on me. Maybe someone like Miles would actually be able to commit and I appreciate the idea of it.” 

David looked at you with shame on his face, something strangely comforting considering the argument you were in right now and his usual stubborn self. “Look Y/N, I know.. That i'm not exactly good at this whole thing. I’m so used to being alone that the thought of giving myself fully to someone.. well.. scares me.” he placed face into his palm “I don't want to be uncommitted to you, i want you to be mine. And maybe this has made me realise that.” He wrapped his arm around your waist and guided you to sit on his lap, wheeling his chair back a little for space. “The thought of some little twerp like Miles flirting with you drives me crazy.  I know it's selfish but I want you to myself without the fear of uh.. Well, abandonment.”  

You stretched your arms around his shoulders and pressed your forehead against his “I'm not leaving you David.. You're all I want.” “So make me yours please, commit me to me..” you whispered to him softly. His breath hitched and he sighed, pressing his lips against yours before tugging at your bottom lip ever so slightly with his teeth. The pinch of it made you squeak, you reached up to his hair and tugged on it tenderly. He pushed you up against him so he could have proper access to your neck, Slowly biting and sucking it between different places to give you light bruises. You moaned, beginning to rock your hips against him to gain some pressure against your clothed pussy. The sound of him growling against your neck as he sucked on the skin vibrated right down to your core, “Fuck this feels good, David” you gasped. “God y/n i want to ravage you right now” he whispered against you before leaning into another deep kiss, you could feel his dick throbbing through his pants as you both swirled and pressed tongues together. 

You began to palm him through his pants during your kiss, stroking and feeling up the growing length. “David.. What if we get caught?” you said in between breaths. He choked out a stammered laughed in response “Fuck i don't even know if i care y/n, i need you so badly i wouldn't mind if people found out.” You giggled slightly, staring deeply into his eyes. “That's just your dick talking, but it's pretty empty in the station.. I'm sure it'll be fine.” You used that to cue him to start pulling down your pencil skirt and panties, whilst you unbuttoned his shirt and undressed his lower region halfway down to his thighs. His dick was hard and leaking with precum, his face flushed red. “You look so needy right now dave.” he sighed in response and you snickered as you began to grind your exposed wet pussy against his cock. He began rubbing his sticky hot tip up against your clit for extra stimulation and you whined, settling your head against his shoulder weakly. He furrowed his brow and showed his toothy grin “Look at you. a complete mess in my office on my lap, what happened to me being needy?”  Before you could get another rebuttal in, he moved his hands down your body to your hips and began to align your hole to his cock. As he steadily pushed into you he groaned into your neck. “Fuuuck y/n” he murmured as he began to thrust up and down, you moaned in response pulling against his hair. He swiftly spanked your ass with one hand and placed the other around the nape of your neck massaging it, enjoying the whimpers and mewls he’d pull from your lips.  

Unexpectedly the two of you heard footsteps from outside his office, both of you froze in place unsure of what to do 

“Detective Loki? Are you there? May I come in please?” a voice of one of your coworkers called from outside the door 

You expected him to stop and pull you off, but he smirked coyly and inserted three fingers into your mouth and began to slowly thrust into you again. You arched your back in response, trying to contain your moans and noises of slurping from the drool beginning to fill your mouth and dribble down your chin.  

“Uh.. yeah i'm in here, look i need some uh.. um.. space for the moment” he awkwardly yelled back out, even you could see in his eyes that his adrenaline was at a maximum right now. What on earth was he thinking? 

“Oh.. i have some pretty important paperwork man i-” David interrupted him before he could finish, “Please just leave it at your desk and i'll..” he stared at the way you were grinding up and down onto his dick, before snapping back to reality,  “...come pick it up when I'm ready.” David was struggling to contain himself. He gazed into your eyes as you swirled your tongue around his fingers pushing in and out of your mouth, simultaneously thrusting his cock slowly and deeply inside of you. The warmth and stickiness of your bodies pressed against each other made him melt back into his leather chair.

As soon as he heard the door from outside his office shut he briskly lifted you up and flipped you over onto your stomach against his desk, he leaned down pressing his chest against your back, the pressure of his weight crushing you was so intense yet felt so good. “God you're sexy y’know that?” he half whined half growled into your ear, his thrusts becoming more and more powerful. You cried out in pleasure, unable to move or escape from the position. He pulled your hair to gain access to your ear, gently nibbling on your lobe as he continued his deep and sharp thrusts. “You’re all fucking mine y/n” he groaned, “Oh god i feel like i'm gonna cum David. Please cum in me” You yelped out squirming beneath him, gripping onto the edge of his now mess of a desk. He didn't need to be told twice to do so, he buried his face into your neck before pressing a final thrust into you, loading thick streams of cum inside. You practically shrieked, it felt incredible.  

Afterwards you both just sat there together on his chair, unsure of what to do with the mess you made. But content and loving in each other's arms with him stroking his fingers through your hair.

“Bet he couldn't make you feel that good ay?” he chuckled.

partially proof read, will come back to check on it when i wake up <3

[shdo-xplosion]

spaghetti straps - r. shidou ࿐

warnings: 2.4k; fem-bodied reader, coercion, reader wants to fuck more than she’d like to admit, shidou is a little annoying, shidou can lift and hold you (he stronk athlete), dirty talk, semi-public sex, a little plot, p in v, creampie

note: hi! (✿◠‿◠) my first shidou fic (finally) and my contribution to @saintshiba’s sundress szn collab! truly hope everybody enjoys my take on him cause i am so obsessed with him. banner manga cap colored by moi! plspls let me know what you think of my writing! feedback means a lot (≧◡≦)

You aren’t used to wearing things other than your typical track shorts and t-shirts, never one for fashion or dressing up, though you admire anyone who enjoys that kind of stuff.

But it’s summer, and it’s hot, and you’re at a beach house with some friends. Pulling a cotton shirt and shorts on and off over a wet bathing suit is simply not it, so for this weekend you’ve decided to pack sundresses instead of your usual attire.

It’s been 2 days and all the stares you’ve been getting from the guys are still weird, most of confusion and/or surprise, but there are a couple friends, specifically one infuriating, blond-haired insect of a man, who is very obvious in the way he looks at you, magenta eyes half-lidded, salacious smirk stretching across his lips. It’s maddening, made even worse by the fact that he already knows what you’re hiding under your little sundress.

“The yellow suits you,” Shidou purrs in your ear in the kitchen, and you feel one of his fingers wiggle underneath the thin shoulder strap of your bikini top. “Goes nice with the purple suit.”

“Too bad none of it’s for you,” you grumble, trying not to pay him much attention.

He isn’t so much your ex-boyfriend as much as your ex-mistake, a fuck buddy you had the misfortune of catching feelings for only for him to let you down gently. Or, as gently as someone like Shidou could manage.

I still wanna fuck you, though, he had told you thoughtlessly. It’s better than nothing for you, right?

You had immediately cut things off, both hurt and offended that he just assumed his dick would be enough to keep you around. That you were so desperate for him that you would just take what you could get.

No, you hadn’t quite reached that level of infatuation.

You’re still a little bitter about it, a little embarrassed, but you’re also irritated, especially since he insists on coming onto you even now.

“Who’s it for then, hm?” he asks, bending down enough for his breath to hit your neck. It gives you goosebumps. It also makes you squirm away from him.

“For me. ‘Cause it’s easy and breezy.”

“And beautiful… cover girl,” he quotes. You fight not to laugh. “But really, the dresses look good on you. You should let me take some pictures…” he wiggles his eyebrows. “More for my private collection.”

You make a face of disgust. “Ugh, you haven’t deleted those yet?” The thought of him having all kinds of lewd photos of you both disturbs and excites you. Does that mean he still uses them?

“Why would I delete such quality content?”

Narrowing your eyes at him, you threaten, “if you post those anywhere, I’ll kill you.”

Shidou grins crookedly. “Kinky.”

With an exasperated huff, you walk away.

~*~

Even with crazy, windblown hair and covered in sweat, you can still sense Shidou watching you. It makes your already heated skin burn even hotter.

Currently you’re situated under an umbrella, just scrolling on your phone while all the guys play a game of beach volleyball. If it can even be called that. They should definitely stick to soccer.

You aren’t surprised when Shidou plops down next to you, dusting up some sand so that it powders your bare thighs.

“White today,” he comments, picking at the hem of your short dress.

All you offer is a noncommittal, “mm,” gritting your teeth at the feeling of his fingertips grazing your skin.

“Makes you look innocent,” he continues. “Which we both know is a lie.”

“Shidou, please drop it. Admire from afar if you have to, but—”

“Miss when you used to call me Ryu.” He nuzzles into your shoulder, inhaling deeply, and when you try to shrug him off, you feel his teeth against your skin. He doesn’t bite hard, but it’s enough to anchor him to you.

“Ryu!” you squeal, shoving his face away.

“Just like that,” he grins before mimicking you ‘Ryu’. “Used to scream my name like that when I’d fuck you real good.”

“God, you are insufferable!”

He’s also turning you on, much to your disappointment. Hand slowly slipping under your dress, a small nibble to your earlobe.

“I know all your spots, baby. Just give in. You know you want to.” He’s using that seductive voice that always makes your breath quicken and your eyes dilate. Everything is brighter even with your sunglasses.

“See, you’re already spreading your legs for me.”

He’s right. Your knees aren’t pressed together anymore, leaving a gap between your thighs.

“There are people around, Ryuusei,” you tell him sternly, a last ditch effort to spur his advances.

You aren’t the least bit surprised when his only counter is a petulant, “so?”

His hand slides up further until his fingers brush against your covered pussy, and you bite your lip, ashamed that you’ve let him get to you like this.

“Sand,” you whine. “Don’t want…”

He hums in consideration then turns onto his back, rolling and propelling himself straight to his feet in one fluid motion. Annoying.

“To the showers, then,” he says, pulling you up.

He ignores your mumbling as he leads you to the little shower, on the beach for the purpose of rinsing sand off of sticky bodies. A little blue curtain is all that will block you from view. You’re supposed to keep your bathing suits on after all.

The water pressure isn’t strong, but it is enough to get the sand off both of you. You swear out loud as you pull your bottoms off. The dress is staying on; there’s no way you’re getting entirely naked. Shidou, on the other hand, shamelessly pushes his trunks all the way off, letting them pool on the wooden plans right next to yours.

You gasp when he suddenly spins you around, finding the strings of your top and tugging them loose.

“Get this shit off.”

He yanks the material over your head, turning you to face him again, and groans when he looks down at your chest. With your white dress entirely soaked, your hard nipples show through the sheerness. Shidou immediately starts groping you, his head falling back like he’s already on the verge of cumming just from playing with your tits.

It feels good, his palms rubbing over your sensitive buds before he pinches each one. You’d rather skip the foreplay, though, eager to have something inside you while also nervous about being caught.

To move things along you reach between your legs, running your middle finger between your folds and hating yourself for how wet you are. Like you’d said the other day, water makes a terrible lube, but if you’re already ridiculously slick, it doesn’t really matter.

You slip two fingers into your hole and scissor them apart, well aware that it’d be unwise to take Shidou without any prep. His cock is too pretty, something to be proud of, and he is. It’s thick and long, fat mushroom shaped head perfect for dragging against your walls.

“Yeah, you want it now, don’t ya?” he teases.

“Don’t push your luck.” It’s meant to be a warning, but you’re too breathless for it to have any weight.

Shidou abandons your chest in order to guide your hand away from yourself, replacing it with his own and fucking you with his longer fingers. He hikes one of your legs up, holding it to his hip, and as he stretches you out, he ruts his pelvis forward.

“Okay, I’m good,” you tell him. “I’m good, I’m ready.”

“Oh? Baby girl all cock hungry now?”

“Ryuuu,” you whine, grinding down on his hand.

“Only ‘cause you’re making such pretty sounds for me.”

He grabs your other leg, hoisting you up with the strength gained from years of dedicated workouts. You shift in his grasp until you feel the tip of his cock rub against your cunt. The amount of times the two of you have fucked, you know each others bodies well, and it’s almost second nature for you to guide him into your hole without the use of your hands.

Your mouth hangs open as he slides inside, the muscles in Shidou’s arms straining as he lowers you on his cock. You’re relying on him entirely. He’ll be in control as he supports you, and you’ll be completely helpless.

He doesn’t ask if you’re ready, if you’ve braced yourself, just starts bouncing you up and down. His fingers dig into the fat of your thighs, definitely creating bruises, and you steady yourself by tangling fingers in his hair. He’s so fucking hot like this, water running down his toned frame, blonde strands plastered to his face.

The way that you’re gripping his hair pushes his face into your tits, and Shidou groans like a porn star, lapping up the droplets that cover your chest.

Short moans are forced out if you with every bounce. Hn, hn, hn until Shidou starts moving you more aggressively and your jaw drops. Ah, ah, ah.

“Missed this sweet pussy,” Shidou pants. “Take my dick so good. Think she missed me too.”

You’re not a huge fan of him personifying your literal vagina, but you’re too far gone to chastise him for it. In fact, you agree, nodding and huffing, “I do, I do…”

His thrusts are shallow because of the position, but he still feels so good as he bullies your soft, gummy walls. The way you’re wrapped around him has your hard clit rubbing against his pelvis, the coarse hairs at the base of his cock beginning to rub you raw in a delicious way. You always did like a little pain with your pleasure, and Shidou is amazing at delivering just that.

“Really should open this curtain. Let everyone see how gorgeous you look getting fucked like this.”

“Don’t you dare,” you gasp.

“You sure? You don’t wanna put on a show for the guys? I bet they’d all get jealous.”

“Ryu, please!”

He bites the top of one of your tits then relents, rolling his striking eyes. “Fine.” His thick eyelashes are dripping with water, so pretty. “But only if you cum for me.”

You wouldn’t be able to if he hadn’t been fucking you so perfectly, cockhead massaging your g-spot, clit now overstimulated.

“Think you can do that for me, sweetness?”

You nod. “Are… are you close too?”

“‘’m always close when I’m fucking you,” he tells you. “Just looking at you gets me hard.”

Vulgar but flattering.

“You want me inside? Stuff this pussy full of cum?”

“Nnng, pleeease.”

You shouldn’t let him, shouldn’t reward him after how much he’s annoyed you on this vacation. But you love the feeling of him dripping out of you, thick and warm, enough to spill down your thighs. If you weren’t on birth control, you would never. As it is…

“Alright, cum for me then,” he commands. “Wanna feel your cunt milk me.”

Heat spreads from your pussy to the place between your hips, pooling into your tummy and traveling to your toes.

“Oh god, Ryu,” you sob, “I’m… don’t stop…”

He spreads his legs, squatting slightly so that his thighs can support some of your weight as he quickly rocks back and forth, his fat cock pistoning in and out of your spasming hole.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“m’gonna blow,” Shidou huffs. “Gonna fill you up… take my cum, baby, take all of it.”

It’s a subtle sensation, him spilling inside of you. You can’t feel every individual rope of cum, but you can feel your pussy getting fuller and fuller, stretching you even further. And then, you can feel it begin to leak out of you, coating Shidou’s cock as he pulls out until only his tip remains inside of you.

“Still as good as I remember,” he remarks, lifting you until he slips out of you before setting you back on wobbly legs.

He’s right, unfortunately. The best lay you’ve ever had.

“It was… nice,” you mumble regretfully. “Glad we’re already in a shower.”

“Convenient. Since you always get so messy,” he smirks.

“Because you make me messy.”

“I take that as a compliment.”

You rinse off the slimy fluid dripping down the insides of your legs, retrieve your bathing suit from the ground. The bottoms are easy enough to wiggle back into, but you have to ask Shidou for help with your top.

“You look so good without it, though, he says, but when you cast him a glare, he concedes. “Fine.”

As he ties it back around you, you can’t help but ask, “is it just the sundresses that did it for you? You like them that much?”

“I mean, I do like little dresses like this,” he confirms, trailing his hands down your ribs and pulling you back into him. “But anything you wear gets my dick hard. My jerseys, pajamas, your boring t-shirts n’ shit.”

“Boring but comfy.”

“And still sexy cause you’re the one wearing ‘em.”

Your stomach flutters in a familiar way, butterflies accompanied by dread. “Careful. You’re starting to sound awfully sweet, Ryu.”

You feel him shrug, his arms locked around you and his lips pressed to the skin behind your ear.

“What can I say? I missed you.”

You can’t even formulate a response to that, refusing to get your hopes up. The vacation will be over soon, and Shidou will go back to being a fuckboy. You’re not about to let him hurt you again.

So you shake your head and step out of his arms then bend down to grab his swim trunks off the ground.

“Put your pants back on,” you sigh, and, taking a page out of his book, you leave him with a casualness that you hope will mess with his head in the coming days. Just like this whole encounter is sure to mess with yours.

2023©️shidou-x. please do not plagiarize, edit, or share my work to any other platforms.

[lcvehee]

lost and found (smau)

#16. the nerds are fighting

꩜ .ᐟ wc: 0.8k + screenshots

it was the beginning of exam season, and the library was buzzing with activity. you were hunched over your ipad, eyebags sitting under your eyes. you stretched your arms over your head, trying to relieve some tension in your back. try, at least. over the three years you’ve spent in college, you’ve developed an awful sitting posture, and you just can’t seem to sit properly now. you take a sip from your coffee, wrinkling your nose, and set it down immediately.

sohee took your thermos, smelling the liquid inside. “is it that bad?” he glanced at you, an amused smile tugging at his lips.

“very much so,” you whispered, sticking your tongue at him.

he clutched his heart, fake sobbing. “i’m never making you coffee again.”

"good,” you murmur teasingly, looking down again at your ipad.

just like the coffee you drank, the conversation with your brother a few days ago left a bittersweet aftertaste in your mouth. 

you’ve changed.

you still don’t know how to process that information. at first, you brushed it off. changed? you? no way. you’re still the same person, still focused on your studies, still trying to keep your life on track. but then it stuck with you, the words replaying in your head.  

and... maybe he’s right.  

you never noticed it before, but now that you think about it, it’s true. you used to keep everyone at arm’s length. well, maybe except giselle, anton, and yeri. it was safer that way—less risk, less effort, just you and your goals. but now... you’ve let more people in. 

sohee. somehow, he slipped past the walls you didn’t even realize you’d built so high. he’s just there, and it feels so natural, so easy.

that’s all it is, though. you made a deal with him to ward off your nosy friends about your love life, and you ended up genuinely enjoying his presence. he’s a good guy. even though you started on the wrong foot, he's a great friend. the kind who makes things lighter, who just gets you without making a big deal about it. it’s nice having someone like that around. it doesn’t mean anything more.

there’s nothing more to it. there can’t be.

“y/n? you good?”

the sound of his voice cut straight through your thoughts. you blinked and lifted your head, only to find him already looking at you, 

“oh, uh—yeah,” you muttered quickly, your heart doing something weird you refuse to acknowledge. “just... thinking.”

he nodded, as if that was a perfectly reasonable answer. “just wondering how you coded this program?” he turned his laptop towards you. “i can't seem to get my code to compile and it's driving me nuts.”

you squint, analyzing the file he wrote. 

“you forgot a semi-colon here, here, and… here,” you pointed out each line. “you don't need to define this function to this extent, it's already in your header file, i assume.”

he groaned, covering his face with his hands. 

“you also referenced the wrong type multiple times, it's a pointer to an integer value,” you whispered.

he sighed deeply.

“i'm dropping out."

you snorted. “sohee, you said that yesterday.”

“i'm being for real, y/n. auditioning at agencies sounds so tempting right now.”

you can't take his tone seriously, a small giggle escaping your mouth. “your parents would kill you.”

he sighed once again. “they totally would, i know.”

you patted his shoulder as a weak attempt to reassure him. “let's stop studying for today, we've been here since 8am.”

as you said those words, he immediately perked up, quickly putting away his belongings.

“i'm gonna have the best nap of my life after this," he whispered to you, making you giggle.

while sohee was in his room, napping, you found yourself in a peculiar position. the two of you were chatting side by side at foot of his bed, but he soon fell asleep, his shoulder leaning on yours. you're now stuck because you don't want to risk waking him.

you could feel your heartbeat hammering in your chest. what in the kdrama is happening?

“sohee?” seunghan muttered, coming from the hallway.

you hummed in response, looking up from your phone. act normal. act normal. act normal. act normal—

“you guys look cute.”

you rolled your eyes, putting your index finger in front of your mouth to shush him.

"okay, fine, fine." he held his hands in surrender. "let me ask you something though."

you nodded absentmindedly.

"what's up with you and wonbin?"

for a moment, you froze, the question hanging in the air. what could you possibly say? the truth lingered on the tip of your tongue—you were working on a surprise for sohee, arranging a recording session at a professional studio. wonbin was the perfect guy as he knew all the right people for the task. from everything you've gathered during your time spent at his apartment, music clearly meant everything to sohee, and you wanted to give him the opportunity to properly record his own creations.

but how could you explain that? simple. be as vague as possible. that's it.

“we're working on a surprise for sohee.” 

"and why not me? i'm his best friend." he raised his eyebrows, intrigued. “and what for? his birthday's in a long time.”

"wonbin seems to know what he's doing, unlike someone else."

he gasped. "rude."

you shrugged, putting on a nonchalant air. “i can't reveal anything, that would defeat the purpose of a surprise." you paused. "knowing you, you'd probably end up telling sohee at some point.. "

seunghan grinned cheekily. "by the way, you'll be stuck here for a long time," he said. "his naps are usually pretty long, so make yourself comfortable."

you made a face. oh no.

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꩜ .ᐟ a/n: more writing!! idk if u guys prefer more screenshots or more written parts. lmk!! this is something im more used to tbh. i grew up reading more "traditional" written fics, as smaus are relatively new. also poor y/n... imagine having sohee sleep on ur shoulder like that for hours lol. what is gonna happen when he wakes up ?? stay tuned for the next chapter😭

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[whoahoney]

For the celebration: Eddie, enemies to lovers, dialogue prompt: ‘Swallow.’ 💛💛

Honey’s 2k Fics!

CW: Minors DNI, mean!reader, fem/afab!reader, subby!eddie, a hint of jealousy, smut (oral f and m receiving, cum eating, semi public sex)

I loved writing this so much, I’ve just begun dabbling in enemies to lovers so I’m sorry if it isn’t like the others 💀🫶🏻 this was supposed to be a lil blurb but it just kept going lmao. Thank you for sending this in!!! I call this one… My Pleasure

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“Oh shit!” You gasp as his mouth closes around your cunt, the feeling so good you can’t even think about the wooden locker room bench biting into your back. “Fuck, c’mon—“ you grunt and roll your hips against his face.

He chuckles against you, the throaty satisfied melody humming through your core before he lifted his mouth only enough to mutter against your lips, “Someone’s eager—“ you cut him off by shoving his face back down.

“—not here to talk, Munson.” You say breathily, your building high already fleeing in the mere seconds he stopped working his oral magic against your cunt.

He nods and resumes eating, pressing his fingers into your thighs with more fervor. “Shit—yeah, just like that—“ you sigh out in relief and dig your fingers into the edge of the bench above your head.

This has been a regular thing for a couple weeks. A nice little hate fuck in the locker rooms after cheer practice ended and Eddie was done with—well, whatever it is he did.

Currently you were enjoying yourself the most you’d ever had and Eddie was well aware. He mapped your every move, every word, every sweet little noise he pulled from you with his tongue. He’d purposely tease and edge you to draw it out longer, wishing to keep his mouth on you as long as possible.

He couldn’t believe how far you’d come in only a couple of months, how comfortable you grew in front of him after making him question his skills the first time you met like this, your silence had been deafening.

The first time, he’d been locking up the drama room as you’d been shutting off lights in the gym. You hadn’t meant to engage but when he opened his mouth and let out a, “Well, who do we have here? Y’know the basketball team finished up a couple hours ago, aren’t you supposed to be cheering them on in the locker rooms?” He smirked at you as you pulled the double doors shut and scoffed.

“Jealous?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He scoffed this time as he turned to you fully and approached.

You wanted to swallow but didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, “I mean, why are you so pressed about the basketball team for? Girlies aren’t lining up to go down on the freak?”

He tsks like it’s a challenge and steps closer. “No, actually they’re lining up for me to go down on them. How do you like them apples, cap’n?” He said so matter-of-factly you believed him.

No matter your effort, the air in your lungs was forced out by laugh of disbelief, maybe embarrassment or shock, but you clear your throat and maintain the hardness in your eyes.

Eddie looks awfully satisfied until you say, “I don’t see anybody.”

He smiles as if he wanted you to say it, “Looks like the line starts here, huh?” He looks you over with a predatory gleam and you arch an eyebrow, the intrigue peeking through.

Before you knew it you were turning on your heel and walking towards the door to the locker room. Eddie stood for a minute, glancing around and wondering if this was his rejection until you turn to him, “Well, are you coming?” You ask with a hand on your hip. “I want proof, Munson.” You say with a hidden smirk that set him on fire. A feral smile stretches across his face and he hurries after you, rubbing his hands together as if he were about to eat a fine meal.

You kept your cool the whole time, almost refusing to accept how good it felt, refusing to give yourself over to him. He was so tender with his touches, unlike anyone you’d been with. The kisses on your thighs were so foreign you jumped the first few pecks he laid down beneath your skirt.

The only thing that told Eddie you enjoyed yourself was the change in your breathing, otherwise you were quiet as a mouse. It wasn’t until you stopped breathing that he looked up at you—expecting you to be staring at him with the same disdainful look you always shot is way, but no. Your eyes were clamped shut and your jaw clenched, as if in discomfort.

He smirked and massaged your thighs to get your attention, “Tell me you like it, or I’ll stop.” He almost whispers.

Your mouth relaxes and your eyes pop open and you glance down at him as you breathe out, almost defeated, “…I do.” You say with a hint of shame in your tone. That same mischievous grin stretches on his face and he strokes your clit to make your breath shudder and your hips jerk.

“Stop teasing me.” You push at his forehead playfully, his smile widening as he leans back down.

“Stop holding back.” He says with delight and dives back in.

He savored every drop of you on his tongue that night, every squeak, squeal, and squirm he’d pulled out of you. He watched you ready yourself to leave, not bothering to wash his hands so he could savor the scent of you when he got himself off at home.

You sat there as he licked his fingers and held eye contact, “It was a pleasure.” He mumbled, stepping away.

You stare at him for a second and begrudgingly sigh and shake your head, suppressing a smile, “Indeed.”

It’s all he needed to hear before he was turning on his heel and gliding out the door.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

After a week of stolen looks in the cafeteria, in the hall as you passed, or even in class— you found yourself waiting outside of the drama room as Hellfire let out. You breathe out a puff of nervous air as freshman filed out, followed by the juniors that shot you curious looks—ones that told you they didn’t know. Why hadn’t he told them?

You nod at them indifferently as they walk out of the building, the pounding in your chest almost enough to convince you to follow them and walk to your car to go home and go to sleep and pretend you never considered him as an option again.

But you stayed. You stayed until that click of the knob sounded and your breath caught in your throat as he stepped out into the hallway, halting only for a moment before he smiled and shut the door the rest of the way.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” he turns to lock the door, “What can I do for you?” He turns to you with an expectant smile, stepping up to lean against the lockers you’d gotten comfortable on.

You roll your eyes and try not to smile though you fail. “Was it… really a pleasure?” You ask.

Eddie swallows and nods, “Yeah,” he whispers before looking over his shoulder to find an empty hallway and then back to you, inching closer. “Why? Can’t stop thinking about me?”

You roll your eyes and turn to the gym, Eddie waiting again in his place against the lockers. “Am I suppose to follow?” He asked in a whisper yell.

You turn to him as you lean against the doors and say, “Duh!”

He gleefully follows you again.

Again and again, he waits for you, you wait for him, and he gives you the best head you’d ever imagined possible.

At school, your shitty comments had stopped and Eddie began to worry about you. Were you pulling away? Was this your way of icing him out? He thought about asking you the next Friday, if you were still comfortable with it all.

It wasn’t until lunch rolled around and Jason tripped him on his way past that he heard you speak, “Jason! Why are you so obsessed with him?” You crooned with a smile. The jocks started laughing, some even made kissy noises at Jason, while Eddie met your gaze and righted himself, finding your smile on him—til you noticed he was staring then you bit the inside of your cheek with a blush, stabbing another limp green bean on your fork.

After that, you’d gotten brave and let his hands wander up your shirt, your whines and writhing hips making him chuckle against you every time—until you shoved his hands away and grabbed him by the hair to grind your pussy against his face.

You thought it’d piss him off but he only moaned into your pussy and shook his head till you gushed. That was the first time you’d cried out his name as you finished.

It rang in his ears til he came in his fist an hour later at home.

You were always left with lingering thoughts about him; if he thought about you, if he got himself off after, why he never asked for anything in return, and then of course— who else is he fucking around with? How does he know how to do it so good??

The thought made your stomach twist—in disgust, of course. Cause you couldn’t ever be jealous of another girl with Eddie Munson. Absolutely not.

Okay maybe a little.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

As you walk in the hall, you’re debating on stopping this arrangement with Eddie, or telling him how you feel. How you can’t stop thinking about his stupid face, or the way he looks at you when he kneels before you as you undress for him. The way he chuckles at your banter and always knows what to say back or when he encourages you with sweet nothings that you’d never known you wanted to hear from anyone, let alone him.

“That’s it, that’s it, atta girl,”

“Such a good girl for me.”

“Such a sweet little pussy, baby,”

“Mmm—so wet for me.”

They echoed through your head at the worst times, making your thighs clench in class and your cheeks redden at how your insides turn to liquid at the mere thought of him. Not to mention the way your stomach flipped at the sight of him.

Him and his stupid smile, and stupid hair. And his stupid fucking fingers that you wanted in your mouth, in your hair, in your hands as you played with his dumb janky rings that you found yourself staring at more lately because you know exactly what they feel like on your clit, and no idea how they feel in your hand.

And currently, they were twirling a lock of hair that didn’t belong to you.

You stop in your tracks and spot Eddie at his locker and Heather Prosser leaning next to it. She was also a cheerleader.

A very pretty one.

And a stupid fucking bitch.

You watch for a moment as she flashes a smile and bats her lashes at him, asking about meeting up soon. He tosses the strand over her shoulder and tsks before he looks up from her with a keen smile—until his gaze lands on you and the daggers you were shooting at him.

His smile fell and his shoulders slumped. As he glanced back to Heather and shut his locker, you want to turn on your heel and run away to your car and drive home.

How could you be so stupid.

Obviously he got what he wanted—the satisfaction of seeing you vulnerable and weak for him after years of the back and forth bullshit you always sorta looked forward to. It didn’t mean the same for him—any of it.

Before you know it you’re marching up to him and grabbing him by the wrist, looking her dead in the eye before you say, “Bye, Heather!” and pull him along.

Heather scoffs as you bypass her and drag him away, your heart pounding so hard in your chest you fear he might feel it in your hand.

The bell rings and you pull him into the locker room, which you know will be vacant til the end of school in two hours.

You push through first and glance around, noticing the static quiet surrounding you and turn to him as the door clicks shut.

He’s quick to find your waist, your hands resting up on his chest as his fingers stroke at your lower back beneath your shirt. “Tell me why.” He quietly demands.

You shrug your shoulders and avoid his eye, “I dunno, Eddie.”

He scoffs, “Well, do you want me, or do you just not want to see me with anyone else?” He asks quieter than before.

You scrunch your brow at him, “… both, duh.” You find your hands on his face for the first time, his cheeks soft yet prickled with stubble you were well acquainted with between your thighs.

Eddie melts into your touch and nods, “Well, luckily for you… I haven’t been able to stop thinking about…” he blushes this time and your smirk finally returns, “What?” You ask with a daring smile. “Tell me.”

His eyes meet yours and he bites his lip before answering, “Having you all to myself.”

You nod, “I think that could be arranged,” you bite your lip and his heart thunders beneath your touch. “But there’s something I have to do, first. Before we make this little thing official.” You trace along his chain and tug the guitar pick at the end of it before tugging him along by it.

His cock throbs in his pants at the sight, that hungry look in your eyes he found set on him in more places than just the locker room these days.

But now it was more than just hunger. It was true desire. Little did he know how much you paid attention before all of this, not to mention the tabs you kept on him since you found out about his… talents.

You knew the music he liked, and that it wasn’t half bad. You knew he was a total dork about a book you had to read in middle school and he’d read it so much he could quote it (against your skin, more recently).

That he was in a band and he’d played guitar since he was 8 and was supposedly really fucking good. You believe every bit of that claim due to the magic he worked on you with only his fingers.

You knew he was respectful and caring, and could take a lot of shit for no goddamn reason.

You also knew he liked it when you wound your fingers in his hair and tugged at the roots. That he liked it when you used him and that he was a fucking giver.

Not to mention how handsome he was.

And you knew there were a million other things to learn about him. Things you wouldn’t want anyone else to know, because he was yours.

And that you didn’t want to see anyone ever touch him again, ever.

You push him into a shower cubical and shut the curtain, his eyes shining and mouth gaping in awe as you strip off your shirt and drop to your knees. Your hand flattens against his chest to push him the rest of the way against the wall.

“My turn, Munson.” You curl your fingers around his belt loops and his hips involuntarily rock. He groans softly and you smile widely, as he caresses your cheek.

“Show me what you can do, baby.” He says as his thumb sweeps down your cheekbone and across your bottom lip, to which you open your mouth and stick out your tongue and chest.

“Oh, I like this.” He smiled as you wrap your lips around his digit and sucked. “Shit, baby, are you a freak?”

Your eyes open and you slide off his thumb with a small pop, your hands working at his belt. “I’ll let you decide.”

“Shit.” He smiles and slumps against the wall his hands glued to his thighs as you work his jeans open and palm his rock hard cock til he sighs in relief.

“You’re gonna use me, okay, Eddie? I want you to.” You nuzzle your face against his balls until he responds with an, “Ah, shit!” And laces his fingers at the back of your hair. “My pleasure.” He says and lets you pull his pants down past his ass, soon followed by his boxers.

His dick springs up and your mouth drops at the sight. It was long and thick, the tip an angry red and the shaft the same color his cheeks turned when he blushed.

“Oh my go—“ but you can’t finish because Eddie’s already sliding it in and groaning out, “Fuuuuck!”

He starts slow, deliberate strokes, only halfway down his shaft, his fingers winding into your hair. Your hands cover his, and your feel his fingers searching for yours and you moan around his cock.

“That’s it… so pretty—my pretty girl.” He whispered down to you. You open your eyes to find his set on you, his pace quickening and strokes getting deeper. Your eyes water but your gaze is practically desperate— and he can’t fathom that it’s for him.

He groans out another pretty sound at the contact, your unbreakable stare that soon grows smug again, at how desperate he is for you.

You start bobbing in time with his thrusts and hollowing your cheeks and it nearly makes him keel over right then and there. He lurches and leans over and his grip slides from your hair to your cheeks, his thrusts still consistent, yet you could tell he was holding back. You push him deeper til he hit the back of your throat and he whines out openly. You match it with a whine of your own and your panties dampen.

He stays hunched over you as he fucks your face and soon you feel his hands working at the clasp of your bra til it popped open. You give a surprised little yelp and shimmy it the rest of the way off for him. He leans back against the wall and pushes you off his cock gently to get a good look at you.

He fists his spit slicked dick, and watches you, bare chested and on your knees for him. “Touch yourself.” He orders you quietly. “Lemme watch you play with those gorgeous tits.”

A lupine smile tugs at your cheeks and you arch your back for him before caressing the sides of your breasts for him, pushing them together and squeezing them, “Like this?”

“Yeah…” he whispers before spitting on his hand and stroking himself harder. You pinch and roll your nipples before you start a slow rhythm on the heel of your foot, your chest softly bouncing along.

“Oh yeah, keep going, pretty girl…” he smiles down at you, his hips fucking into his fist. You hold your tits for him and hold his eye, your smile blooming again. “Where do you want me to—“

“On me?” You say without hesitation, smoothing your hands from your stomach all the way up over your breasts and neck. “…In my mouth?” You suggest and he freezes before he nods.

“Yeah, baby, get back here.” He mutters as he grips you by the hair and pushes his cock back inside to start a brutal pace that sends you gagging without much time to recover. “Aww, you’re okay, you’re okay.” He mutters to you absently as he works closer to his release.

Your hands start at his hips before one sneaks down to his balls to massage and roll in hand, and his hips stutter before he’s able to warn, “I’m gonna— awww!” He groans out and spills his load into your mouth, whimpering when he feels you continue to suck, as if demanding every drop.

You finally pull off him, your mouth obviously full as you look up at him. He leans over, a finger on your chin before he demands, “Swallow.” In a bone chilling whisper.

You gulp it down and let your tongue swipe over your lip before he’s tugging you up by the arm and pressing his mouth to yours for the first time.

“That was so good, baby.” He whispered against your lips before you chuckled and pushed away from him to pull on your bra and shirt, ignoring the dumb smile he gave you as you dressed—the same way he always looked at you.

“Oh, c’mon, Munson.” You say before pulling your shirt over your head, “—it was my pleasure.” You mock him.

A wild smile stretches across his face before he’s on you in an instant, pulling you to him to kiss again and again, “A pleasure Indeed.” He teases before kissing your nose.

-

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[clintbartonswife]

i achoo you

Pairings: Peter Parker x Wade Wilson Summary: Peter is sick and Wade is smitten. Whumptober prompt #26 : working to exhaustion / 'you look awful' Notes: i love this pairing so much ill cry. (also, peter is mid 20s) masterlist   || whumptober2023

"I'm totally 100% definitely dying."

Peter stretched out on the couch, sniffling woefully. His phone was pressed against his left cheek, sticky with sweat.

"Is it that even possible?"

"Yes. Yes it is. And I've got two college essays due in this wee-ee- ACHOO"

Matt let out a laugh, "You know spiders cant actually sneeze?"

"Lucky for the-em- ACHOO"

"This is pathetic, even for you."

"Wow, thanks Red. This is the last time I ever call you for advice."

"Yet you'll call me next week over a stubbed toe no doubt."

Peter could practically hear the eye roll in his voice, frowning as shivers once again decided to wrack his body.

"I dont have any other semi-responsible friends that I can talk to, and I - I dont want to bother May -"

"Dont make me feel sorry for you, or I'll really regret sending the backup."

Peter groaned, "Oh god, who?"

"Blasphemy - and he should be arriving any time now. Foggy's just arriving at the office so I've got to go. Drink lots of water, okay?"

Matt hung up before he could answer, a knock at the door occurring seconds later.

"It's op-ehh-eehhh-ACHOO"

"Say it, don't spray it baby boy!"

Peter groaned again, louder this time, and threw his arm across his eyes. "Why you?"

"That's not a nice way to greet someone bringing you soup!"

Peter made a pathetic noise, halfway between a sniffle and a cough, moving his arm so he could sneak a peek at the merc as he made himself at home in the kitchen.

"That's a pathetic excuse for an apology, but I'm willing to accept it due to your pretty face." Wade was humming quietly to himself as he rummaged around in the cupboard, taking out a bowl with flair and transferring the soup in to it in one smooth motion.

"That wa-aa-as -" Peter paused a moment, waiting to see if the sneeze was about to escape him, continuing as the urge dissipated, "was the most elegant thing I've ever seen you do."

"I dont fuck around with my food," He replied, walking towards the couch, "Unless it's in a sexy-I'm-going-to-lick-chocolate-off-your-body-way, which I'm totally down for any time."

"Charming." Peter rolled his eyes, fighting against his tired muscles and moving into an uneasy sitting position.

"Always for you, baby b- wow. Petey pie, you look awful."

Peter let out a hoarse laugh, accepting the soup with a sarcastic smile.

"Not holding back, huh?"

Wade collapsed backwards on to the ratty futon opposite the couch, throwing his feet up on the coffee table. After wiggling in to a comfortable position, he lifted his mask to just under his nose and popped a bright pink unicorn lollipop into his mouth. "So, how did the amazing spider-man come down with the common cold? I thought you were immune to shit like that."

Peter shrugged, gulping down the soup.

Wade looked around the room for a few moments, sucking loudly on the lollipop. "How about this for a theory: you worked your pretty little butt off, on your daily patrols, part time job and now... college?"

Peter paused his eating for a moment, "Bio-chem."

"Smart and sexy, the whole package!"

"How you find me sexy right now, I have no idea."

Wade slurped extra loudly on the lollipop, looking Peter up and down. "Those hello kitty pyjama pants look good on you. Plus I can't get sick."

"Is that so?"

"Scientifically proven, baby boy. My skins so fucked up because my cells are dying and reproducing every second. Ergo, can't get sick."

"That... proven how, exactly?"

"Trial and error." At Peter's questioning look, he smirked, "There's only so many times you can regrow the majority of your body and not realise that something's funky."

"Funky is one word fo-oor-ACHOOO."

Wade jumped up from his seat, running to his bag and pulling out a disney themed box of tissues. "I came prepared!"

"Princesses? Really?"

"Yes, and look there you are!" He replied, pointing at Cinderella.

"Okay... I'm going to need an explanation."

"She's broke, you're broke. Twins!"

Peter rolled his eyes, though accepted the tissues. Wade laughed, "I guess you're just lucky that I'm here, your knight in shining armour, offering to be your sugar daddy."

"Oh god - don't phrase it like that. I've been getting by on my own just fine, tha-ahhh-ahhh-"

"Bless you."

Peter glared at him. "You jinxed me."

Wade pouted, "Want me to kiss it better?"

At this, Peter threw the tissue box, successfully hitting him in between the eyes.

"Ow!"

Peter grumbled something under his breath, placing the empty soup bowl on the table and burying himself once more into the couch.

"I take back the Cinderella comparison. You're much more like Grumpy Peg-Leg Pete."

Wade laughed at the offended noise emanating from the sofa, finishing his lollipop with a satisfied sigh and jumping up from his seat. "Well, if my assistance is no longer needed..."

"Wait."

Wade grinned, holding his hand up to his ear mockingly, "Sorry what was that? I didn't quite hear you."

Peter huffed, sticking his head fully out of his blankets, enunciating his words clearly. "Don't leave... please."

Wade's grin widened, throwing himself on to the end of the couch, grabbing Peter's feet and placing them on his lap. "I knew you needed me Petey Pie."

"How did you know," the boy replied, sarcasm strong in his tone, "I want you, I need you, oh baby, baby."

The merc's smile didn't drop, relaxing into the chair as he began massaging one of the spider's feet. "Jokes on you, your sarcasm just turns me on more."

"You're insatiable."

"For you? Yes. I'm all the big words. Unquenchable, titillated, concupiscent." He gave a look off to the side, "Thanks for the tutoring Prodigy."

"You -" Peter tried to see what he was looking at, writing it off as one of Deadpool's quirks, "whatever. You missed a word though: persistent."

"How else am I going to get you to admit your deep and passionate love for me?"

Peter rolled his eyes, though didn't offer a rebuttal, instead allowing himself to melt into the pillows as Wade's fingers methodically worked out all the tension in his feet. He let out a sigh, arm thrown over his eyes once again as he willed for the grogginess to leave.

"What's troubling you, baby boy?"

"College essay is due in three days and I still haven't started it."

"Oh?"

"'S all about chemical bonding agents and I - aaaACHOO -" He paused, using his webs to grab the tissue box from across the room and blowing his nose with a pathetic lack of energy before continuing. "I just think that if I think too long about one thing I might die."

"And you can't get an extension?"

"No."

"What about if Bea and Arthur ask?"

"You're not going to threaten my professor with your katanas."

Wade sighed dramatically, but let the issue drop. Now bored, he began to tap out the tune of Grace Kelly on Peter's legs, humming quietly under his breath.

In that moment, the weird domesticity of the scene hit the student, peaking out from under his arm to watch Wade. It felt comfortable, safe in a way that he hadn't felt since developing his powers. He felt cared for. Loved.

Eyes flaring slightly, he pushed that thought away.

"Thank you, 'Pool."

"Hm?"

"Thank you. For coming to look after me."

"Anything to spend time with you and your tight little ass, Petey!"

He snorted, rolling his eyes fondly at the intentional lewdness, gently kicking his chest with his foot. "I mean it."

Wade pressed both hands to his cheeks, shoulders raising as he let out a squeal. "Oh em gee, are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"This is what I get for trying to be serious -"

To Peter's surprise, Wade paused for a moment. When he next spoke, it was with a certain genuineness that he rarely heard from the merc. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what. There's nothing to thank."

Breath caught in his chest, Peter allowed himself to sit up, looking at Wade with new eyes. Without even realising it, his hands had moved to lie on the edges of the mask, waiting for an answer.

"Webs -"

He could feel Wade's breath brush along his palms, finally removing the mask as the merc let out a hesitant nod.

Wade's eyes were blue, deep and endlessly curious.

Mask laid to the side, Peter's eyes rushed to drink in every detail of the man's face, fingers moving across the textured surface with barely restrained admiration.

"I think you're my favourite person."

The confession escaped him, surprising even him with the certainty behind the words.

Wade's eyes sparkle when they smile.

"You're going to make me blush, baby boy."

His eyes flickered to his lips.

"Did you mean what you said... about not caring that I'm sick?"

Wade's eyes widened, wordlessly nodding.

"Good."

Their lips clashed together with unbridled passion, Peter pushing away any doubt he held on to and clinging on to Wade's deceptively strong arms for balance.

The merc met him eagerly, gleeful as he buried his hands into the boy's hair, gripping just hard enough to send a shiver down Peter's spine. At his reaction, Wade smiled, nipping at his lower lip in order to pull another delicious response from him.

The spider had to pull away first, cheeks blazing and chest heaving.

Wade moved one hand down from his hair to cup his cheek, thumb caressing the smooth skin as his eyes searched for any sign of regret. "Webs..."

"I think - I think I lo-oo-ACHOO." He quickly turned away, sneezing into his shoulder.

Wade roared with laughter, offering a tissue as Peter's blush deepened.

"I achoo you too."

[peachiejeongin]

The Phantoms Part 7: Finally Free | Bang Chan

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 (You Are Here) | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10

Synopsis: The phantoms are struggling with y/n leaving the band and one of them with flourishing feelings for the girl. They finally book another gig, but feelings are conflicting and the phantoms are flickering. Not to mention, y/n's grounded for skipping class.

Pairing: phantom!Bang Chan x fem!reader [Occurs in this chapter] (Minsung if you squint)

Genre: Julie and the Phantoms/3RACHA AU, Crack, Angst, Fluffy Moments

Warnings: Mentions of death

Notice: You lovelys know the drill! I have no ownership of 'Julie and the Phantoms,' nor do I believe Han is gay in real life. Enjoy the chapter, my darlings!

You dashed into dance class, the instructor chanting out steps for your peers to complete.

"Oh, y/n," she scowled. "So nice of you to join us."

"I'm sorry," you quickly apologized. "I overslept."

"Take your spot," your teacher snapped and you did as she demanded; you made your way over next to Flynn, joining in with the choreography the instructor was teaching. Flynn greeted you with a slight smile.

"And you didn't wake me up why?" you questioned, shaking your head slightly. "I missed my first three classes!"

"You said you were never going to show your face at this school ever again," Flynn shrugged, still keeping in time with the dance moves, "and I am a very literal person!"

"It's fine," you sighed deeply, waving your arms around in circles to mirror the dance moves. "It's those dumb ghosts I'm really mad at. I would kill them if they weren't already dead."

"Having a band is supposed to help your social life, not harm it," Flynn commented.

"Ex-band."

You and Flynn stopped to look at each other; for a moment, you swore there was disappointment in her eyes.

"Right. Ex-band, sorry" she corrected. You and Flynn kneeled to the ground as your instructor had commanded.

"It's all so messy," you said in disbelief. "I thought they had my back, but obviously I was wrong."

"Don't blame yourself," Flynn replied, stretching down on her legs. "You can only be so strong when three cute ghosts ask you to join a band. Speaking of cute," Flynn ended her mantra with a sing-song voice; you had hoped she would ask about Chan, anything about Chan. You had refused to talk to him since the night of the dance, and the distance was getting to you.

Granted, the distance was only for a day, but it still ached.

You wanted to talk about him, wanted to see him. You finally admitted your feelings for him to Flynn, and now you could not even stand to look at him; however, you wanted to. You wanted to talk about his idiotic revenge plan, his stupidly cute face and perfect smile, and the way he had angered you yet he had looked so handsome while doing it.

"Yeah? What about cute?" you decided to inquire instead of rambling about the Australian.

"Have you talked to Felix today?" The hopeful flicker in your eyes dimmed, and Flynn noticed. "What? You not like him anymore?" It was not that you did not like Felix; you did!...Just not as much as you liked Chan. Not to mention, you were dreading the disappointment you knew Felix was going to have when he saw you, if he even bothered to look your way now.

"What? No, no, I do! I just haven't spoken to him." You began to do a bit of thigh stretches, one in which you were semi-bent down in between your legs. "At least I know I won't see him in this class."

The next thing you knew, you stretched downwards and caught a glimpse of the blonde you were dwelling negatively upon seeing.

"Are you serious?!" you nearly screamed.

"What?"

"What are they doing here?" You quickly stood up, turning Flynn around so she could see what you were talking about. Coach Seo and the soccer team were crowding the front entrance to the gymnasium; Felix in particular was fixated on the ground.

"Right on time, Coach Seo!" your dance instructor gleefully greeted. "Students! Coach Seo and I have decided that his soccer team will be apart of our class for a few weeks. Many pro athletes have used dance in order to improve mobility and flexibility."

"This isn't about flirting with girls," Coach Seo warned his team, causing them to chuckle. "It's about making us better so we can win a game. We lost against Burbank. Burbank!" Coach Seo yelled at his team.

"Well, remember Coach," the dance teacher said softly. "Composure is a huge element of dance. Now, everyone pair up!"

You and Flynn looked at each other, concern etched upon your features; there was no doubt in your mind who was going to pick you as their partner, and your mentality was already protesting against it.

Your fears were confirmed when a young boy dragged Flynn away as she muttered a string of apologies; before you knew it, you were alone, with a deep-voiced, cinnamon roll-esque blonde standing right in front of you.

"Hey," he greeted you, quietly yet joyfully, to which you reciprocated. albeit hesitantly.

"Okay, ladies," your instructor caught your attention. "We are going to practice the routine we learned last week, and we will perform it with the boys this Friday. Coach Seo and I will demonstrate."

"No," Coach Seo instantly denied. "I don't dance."

"Well, now you do." Your instructor jerked Coach Seo by his wrist, instantly pulling him into the routine as she prepared to refresh the steps with the class.

"You ready for this?" you looked at Felix, scanning his face for any sign of hesitance.

"I guess," he shrugged. "I mean, my little sister does throw a lot of princess dance parties." The comment made you shake your head playfull as Felix giggled.

The routine began, and you worked yourself easily through the steps you had rehearsed a week prior; Felix, who you had known to be a dancer himself, quickly caught the hang of the routine.

"Not so bad, your majesty," you gave a bow as the practice ended.

"Thank you," he chuckled out before approaching you slightly. "So, about the dance?"

There it was.

There were the four words you had dreaded hearing from Felix's mouth.

"Y'know, I was hoping if I never talked about it, we could pretend it never happened," you admitted as the second round of practice picked up; you and Felix still conversed through the movements.

"You'll be alright, okay?" he assured you, slightly taking you back since you were expecting pure dejection. "You're tough, and you've been through way worse." You nodded gratefully, stepping back into position as the music began for a third time.

"I am not used to dancing like this," Felix laughed, quickly changing the subject of conversation.

"You and Carrie never dance together?" you asked him, a part of you genuine but the other being nosy.

"Nope," Felix responded, "and we never will. We broke up." Your back was to Felix at this point, and you were glad; after all, he could not see the smile you had held back at this point.

"Oh!" you exclaimed, sounding more excited than intended. "You did?"

"Yeah. I'm just done with her antics. I don't know if you've noticed, but she isn't the nicest girl," Felix jokingly remarked, spinning you around on the dance floor.

"What?" you sarcastically prolonged the question. "Never noticed." Felix gave another heart guffaw; focusing on your comment was perhaps the reason he fell as he tried to take his next step, that being a leap through the air.

"You uh," he smacked his hand against his forehead, rubbing aggressively out of embarassment. "You sure you wanna be partners?" You outstretched a hand to the poor boy, smiling genuinely.

"We'll get it eventually."

---

"Boys!" Chan called loudly as he approached Han and Changbin; the two boys were sitting at a coffee table, watching somewhat eagerly as a woman took photos of her food. "Being a ghost has its perks, let me tell you. I just wrote our names down on the playlist for tonight!"

"I'm getting worried about him," Han whispered to Changbin as if Chan was not there. "He keeps forgetting y/n quit the band."

"Oh please," Chan scoffed. "She's gonna come back as soon as we book an amazing gig, which is this very spot, my mates!" Chan sounded genuine, but his voice was faux; secretly, he was worried you were not going to rejoin the band. He had only spent one day away from you, and he felt his soul crumbling without you.

Without you, the guys had no purpose.

They did not have time to comprehend that, however, as another flicker panged throughout their bodies and engulfed them in immense pain.

"Not this again," Han exasperatedly huffed.

"It feels like that time I fixed my amp in the rain," Changbin remarked in the same tone of voice, earning concerned stares from the other two.

"You...okay, is there something wrong with us?" Han questioned in fear.

"Yes," Chan answered. "We danced the night away for hours. I'm sure this is just ghostly recooperation."

"So, did we just forget about getting back at Hyunjin?" Changbin asked, deterring the subject at hand. "I mean, the jerk stole our songs."

"And just like y/n said," Chan added on, "we have a new band, a new sound! That's what we should be focusing on. Hyunjin will just have to live with the guilt of betraying us."

"You're mentioning y/n an awful lot lately," Changbin smirked at the older boy. Chan sunk in his seat slightly, his heart beginning to race at the mention of your name.

"Well, yeah," Chan shrugged his shoulders, flicking his eyes to his hands. "I think I-"

"Is that Minho?" Han suddenly inquiered, unintentionally cutting Chan off. Chan and Changbin turned towards the window where Han was staring and caught a glimpse of the boy peeking into the coffee shop; he noticed them, however, and quickly skated away. Han immediately warped outside, attempting to catch up with Minho.

"Someone is definitely not focusing on our music," Changbin smiled knowingly, tilting his head towards the boy standing outside.

Chan smiled slightly, his thoughts quickly refocusing on you.

Turns out, there were two people not focusing on the music.

---

"Hello, Minho."

"Seungmin, hi. Um... I... I was actually just..."

"Checking on the boys for me? How is my band doing?"

"Uh... Well, they're flickering. Just like you wanted them to."

"Wonderful. Oh, and Minho, the next time you want to check on the boys for me, let me know."

---

You walked down the steps to the studio, hoping to get some alone time with your music; however, you found that the garage doors had already been opened.

"We're sorry!" Changbin sang.

"So sorry!" Han added on.

"We're super duper crazy really," Chan crescendoed.

"Sorry!" All thee boys rang out the last word of the lyric, waving their hands in a jazz like fashion and beaming.

"In case you missed it, we are super sorry," Changbin clarified.

"Yeah, message received," you bluntly informed them as you crossed your eyebrows. You thought the act was adoring, but you still held resentment towards the boys for last night.

"We've been here for like three hours," Han explained, high fiving Changbin as Chan stood up; he had been kneeling on the ground while he gave the jazz-hands.

"We almost sang to your little brother," Chan chuckled in contrast to your stoic expression. "But, y/n, we know flaking on the dance was really trashy of us. We let you down."

"And the last thing we want to do is disappoint you," Han reaffirmed. "Especially Chan. He has been talking all day about how he misses-" Chan elbowed Han in the stomach, preventing him from talking any further while giving you a faux smile.

"The point is," Chan interjected. "In hopes that you'll rejoin the band, we booked a gig." He handed you a sheet of paper; it was a poster, detailing the music gig he had signed you guys up for at the coffee shop hours prior. "Check it out; tons of managers and executives hang out here looking for new bands. If we blow them away, y/n and the Phantoms has a record deal and is living the dream!"

"So this means a lot to you, Chan?" you questioned, already having semblence of an answer. Chan's joy quickly faltered as he predicted your next question. "Kind of how playing in front of my entire school meant a lot to me?"

"Look, we know we messed up," Han tried to reason with you as your gaze bounced between all three boys.

"But we need you in the band," Chan finished, making soulful eye contact with you. He stepped towards you, making a faint reach for your hand.

"Of course you do," you snapped, causing Chan to jerk his hand away; it was not like it would have made contact anyways. "Without me, no one sees you guys playing." You directed your attention solely onto Chan, approaching him in anger.

"I thought the music we were writing, the connection we had even, was special. But I should have known that a guy way to focused on his past to look ahead of himself wouldn't care about some songs he was writing with a naive girl."

"I do care!" Chan retaliated. "And you are not some naive girl to me you're..." You waited on a response; however, Chan just sighed and dropped his hands down. "Look, the point is that this band has a chance to be something spectacular, and I am not letting that opportunity get away from us again."

"So, why did you bail on me to get back at Sam then?" you asked, crossing your arms; like prior, Chan sighed instead of giving a response.

"I'll tell you why: 'cause there's only one thing you care about and it's yourself."

You did not give Chan time to respond; you stomped out of the studio, raging storms clouding your thoughts. You may have liked Chan, but all you saw in that moment was his selfish side; you were convinced he was using you for his own gain, and it was incredibly hard to forgive that. Thus, you left him, and the other guys, alone in the garage.

Chan slowly stepped out after you, feeling the urge to chase after you, but he decided not to go any farther; he felt tears well in his eyes for the first time since death.

"She didn't mean it, Chan," Han tried to reassure his friend, but it was no use. Chan had warped away in the blink of an eye.

"Where's he going?"

"Where do you think, Binnie?"

---

You were sitting on the couch, flipping through a random magazine when Han and Changbin teleported into the living room.

"You got a moment?" Han asked you; you ignored him, opting to continue skimming the articles of the magazine.

"Oh no! She can't see us anymore!" Changbin panicked, eliciting an annoyed groan from Han; Han walked over to the couch, propping himself up on the arm and causing Changbin to gasp in realization.

You could see them; you were just ignoring them.

"Y/n, please."

"I already told you that I'm done with you guys," you barked, not looking up from the editorial.

"We know," Han nodded. "But before you decide that forever, we just wanted you to know that Chan isn't as selfish as you think he is."

"Yeah, you've got it all wrong," Changbin emphasized, causing you to scoff and roll your eyes. Changbin and Han looked at each other; Changbin nodded at Han, some sort of telepathic brainwaves floating between the two on what to do next.

"You remember the song about Emily? That you saw in Chan's notebook?" Upon your nod, Han closed his eyes and took in a deep breath.

"Can we at least show you who that's actually about?"

---

You were standing outside of a brick house, peering around a couple of evergreen trees just on the deck. The house's backside had a sliding glass window, so you were able to analyze everything inside.

Chan was perched atop a kitchen counter, his knees pressed against his chest. Beside him, and older woman and a young girl, who was about the age that Chan would be if he was still alive, were preparing some sort of dish; you were not sure exactly what yet. An older man sat at the dining room table, his head resting on the palm of his hand.

Chan was crying, his bloodshot eyes darting between all three of the family members.

"Is Emily his sister?" you questioned, your gaze focused upon the younger of the two girls.

"No," Han denied. "His sister's name is Hannah. Emily's his mom. Chan comes here a lot."

"He thinks we don't know, but..." Changbin trailed off slightly. "We've been following him. All he does is sit like this and watch them, but they never really do anything."

You watched as the older woman, who you now knew as Emily, sat down the dish she and Hannah had prepared; it was a chocolate cake, adorned with buttercream icing.

"They're having cake," you softly noticed. "That's something."

"It's a birthday cake," Changbin informed you, his own eyes beginning to tear up. "It's for Chan."

Chan watched every action of his family, from the way Hannah sat the cake down to his parents taking each other's hands as his mom sat down at the table; you could see every time he sobbed, sniffled, or blinked a tear away. It broke your heart to see the boy you cared so much for like this.

"I never knew he was hurting this much," you whispered, your voice waivering from despair.

"He doesn't like to show it," Han explained. "It's even worse because when he died, he was no contact with his family. His parents didn't want their seventeen year old son in a rock band, so he left. Because of that, his sister felt betrayed so she never wanted to reach out. He never had the opportunity to make up to them."

Chan hopped off of the kitchen counter, making his way to sit at the fourth, empty seat at the table. He looked between his family members, smiling slightly as they reminisced on the good memories about him. He blew out the lit candle on the birthday cake, causing his family to gasp in surprise and glance around the house; they felt his presence.

"That's why Chan was angry," Changbin noted. "If Hyunjin had given Chan credit for writing all of the songs, then Chan's parents would've known his dream was worth chasing."

You closed your eyes, feeling a droplet cascade down your face.

"They would be so proud of him," you softly sobbed, your heart breaking for the crying boy at the table.

They would have been proud of him, just like you were.

This time, you watched as Chan's father relit the candle; Chan opted on blowing the candle out together with his family, his parents and sister holding hands. He had a sad smile on his face, a mixture of regret and joy present in his demeanor. You wiped the tears from your face as Han stood up.

"We know what it's like to feel betrayed, y/n," he told you. "We never meant to make you feel that way."

"We love the band," Changbin clarified. "And so does Chan....Give us another chance?" You peered at the boy in the window once again, admiring his smile in a time of despair.

You looked at Changbin, then at Han, and nodded your head.

---

Han's drumset roared with thunder, Changbin's bass with lightning, and your voice with power as you practiced the song you had set your focus on performing tonight; it was called, 'Finally Free,' and it was one that you and Chan had written together.

Speaking of the Australian leader, he had teleported suddenly into the studio, falling backwards slightly to where he was sitting on a chair.

"Y/n?" he stated like a question. "What are you guys up to?" His gaze flickered to Han and Changbin.

"Grab your guitar," you commanded. "We got work to do." Chan looked to the guys for reassurance once more, with both guys nodding their heads in reassurance; a wide smile spread across Chan's features as he grabbed his guitar. He stepped over to you, the familiar admiration in his eyes.

"What made you change your mind?" he asked, running his fingers absentmindedly along your keyboard.

"I realized that music has a special place in all of our lives," you responded, your cheeks heating up from the soft eye-contact you and Chan had. "We've lost so much already. We can't lose each other too."

"Thank you," he quietly appreciated, causing you to playfully smirk; Chan quickly licked his lips, glancing quickly to the floor then back at you. "Alright, boss lady. What's the plan?" You shook your head, laughing at his comment. You bit your lip slightly and looked up at him.

"By the way, Chan: happy birthday."

---

"Care to tell me why you missed the first three classes today?" Your dad stood in front of you, his arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed. You sighed dejectedly, sitting down on the couch while holding a pillow close to your chest.

"I overslept at Flynn's house after the dance," you explained. "I'm sorry, it won't happen again."

"Okay," your dad nodded. "But you know it's only a matter of time before-" Your dad was cut off by your aunt bursting through the doorway.

"I came as fast as I could!" she yelled, waiving her hand dramatically in the air as she approached you. She slammed her purse down on the couch beside you. "Y/n, I am NOT letting you fall into the gutters!"

"Auntie, I'm fine," you clarified. "Plus, dad and I already talked about it!"

"You are clearly not fine, deary!" she cried out melodramatically. "I called your teacher! She said you missed a math test!" You shut your eyes tightly, wincing as your aunt informed the entire neighborhood of that fact.

"Nothing going on today, huh?" your dad sarcastically repeated.

"Dad, I'm so sorry," you apologized once more, holding back a chuckle at the way he was trying to look serious when your aunt demanded him to punish you.

"Y/n, no going out on school nights for a week," he solemnly declared; your heart sank to your stomach.

"Dad! No! Tonight is-" Your aunt cleared her throat, interjecting in the sentence.

"And go to your room!" he added on. "Now!"

You scoffed at both him and your aunt, dragging your feet sluggishly up the stairs to your bedroom.

---

You laid on your bed, aimlessly staring at the ceiling. You felt horrible; after all, you had just wasted the lifetime opportunity of a huge gig. Why did you have to be so foolish? Why did your aunt have to say anything? Why did-

Your train of thought was derailed at the sound of knocking at your door; you glanced over to the door to see a leather jacketed arm passed through, knocking on the inside.

"Changbin, what are you doing?" you giggled as you asked.

"I'm being classy!" he informed you before he was quickly pulled out of the door frame by Chan; the latter passed through the doorway and made his way to sit on your bed.

"Why are you still here, Love? We're leaving in like twenty minutes, aren't we?" Your brain focused for a second on the way he had called you, 'Love,' and you felt your breath hitch in your throat as you attempted to respond. Yet, the feeling quickly morphed back into dejection.

"I lied to my dad so I'm grounded," you admitted to the boys.

"What?!" Han nearly screamed. "No, we have to go! We were just at the venue, and it's packed! There's VIPs, managers, everyone important!"

"Okay, but what about my aunt?" you inquired sternly. "She's right downstairs!" Chan started laughing, causing you to look at him confused.

"The stairs?" Chan asked you as he walked over to your window, sliding it open with ease. "You're not taking the stairs." You stared in awe at the boy, both of him and his actions; you agreed with him immediately, smiles mirroring between the two of you.

"Alright, let me get dressed and I'll meet you guys there." Han and Changbin grinned before teleporting to the venue. You glanced at Chan, who was smiling from ear to ear.

"See you there, Love," he jumped backwards, snapping before he too teleported away. There it was again: 'Love.' You did not know what spawned the nickname, but you were loving it.

You hopped off of your bed, making your way over to the chest in the corner of your room; a few days ago, you had decided to move your mom's special treasures into your room for safe keeping. You carefully opened the chest and reached inside, brushing your hand over the concert tickets and other regalia she had taped to the inside of the box. In your hands, you took hold of a bedazzled vest; it was your mom's favorite to wear during her time in a band, she had explained to you.

You held it close to you, hugging it as you thanked the Heavens for this opportunity.

---

"Am I too late?" you rushed into the venue, quickly asking Flynn the question as she sighed.

"Too early," she corrected, motioning to where Carrie and the Dirty Candy girls had taken the stage.

"How did she get on the list?" you inquired, your face scrunched in disgust.

"Daddy probably made a call or two," Flynn reminded you. Dirty Candy took the stage, performing an upbeat pop song called, 'All Eyes on Me.'

"Hey, I like the vest!" Flynn complimented, running her hands over the rhinestones.

"Thanks," you replied. "It was my mom's favorite." You smiled softly as Flynn wrapped an arm around your shoulders. The guys had approached behind you, watching the performanc in a mix of astoundment and bore.

"Y'know, she really does not have the appeal," Chan whispered into your ear. "You can win a crowd over way faster, plus you have the beauty factor." Your eyes widened at the comment, and you took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. Chan was becoming increasingly bold, and your words got caught in your throat as he tossed more playful comments your way. You quickly clarified to Flynn that the boys were behind you, explaining your strange behavior. Chan took the opportunity to gently rub your shoulders, his hands briefly making contact before falling through, leaving you grinning at the fleeting sensation.

When you zoned back in to the performance, Han had somehow made his way on stage, performing the choreography with Dirty Candy. You started cackling uncontrollably, and Chan and Changbin did the same, once again making Flynn have to mentally remind herself that the guys were there.

Han appeared back down with you and the guys, claiming that he was 'just doing that for you guys.'

"Yeah, okay buddy, you can stop smiling now," Changbin patted him on the back.

"Not gonna lie, that was actually pretty good," you remarked about Carrie's performance.

"Yeah, I forgot why I hate her," Flynn replied.

"Hi girls! Isn't it past your bedtime?" A shrill voice sounded from behind you, making Chan wince and purse his lips, eliciting giggles from you.

"Now, I remember!" Flynn exclaimed as Carrie's harsh gazed turned to you.

"Felix didn't come, if that's what you're here for." Chan inaudibly scoffed at the girl, feeling more offended than you were, particularly at the thought that you were there for another guy besides him. He felt tempted to say something, even though he knew Carrie could not hear him, but you quickly took charge on that manner.

"Actually, that's not why I'm here." At that moment, the announcer called your band name, incorrectly saying, "Y/n and the Phat ones." You, Han, and Changbin looked intently at Chan.

"Seriously, Christopher?" Han scolded.

"Yeah, my handwriting sucks, dude."

You gave one final smirk towards Carrie before approaching the stage, sitting down at the piano and adjusting your microphone.

"It's actually y/n and the Phantoms," you corrected, earning some light laughter from the crowd before you began playing a chorus of piano notes. You beamed as you sang the first lyrics:

"Hearts on fire We're no liars So we say what we wanna say I'm awakened No more faking So we push all our fears away

Don't know if I'll make it 'cause I'm falling under Close my eyes, and feel my chest beating like thunder

I wanna fly Come alive Watch me shine"

As the pre-chorus built to a crescendo, the phantoms appeared, pouring their energy into the performance. You grabbed the tambourine that had been hanging on your microphone stand before the show and rhythmically tapped it against your thigh, adding to the intensity as the chorus echoed through the space.

"I got a spark in me Hands up if you can see And you're a part of me Hands up if you're with me Now 'til eternity Hands up if you believe Been so long, and now we're finally free!"

You could not quite pinpoint what it was, but you were not able to tear your focus away from Chan throughout the performance. His energy was infectious, radiating from him as he flashed cheeky smiles and playful winks in your direction, and you found yourself returning most of them with a grin. He only paused when he jumped onto the section of the stage where Han’s drumcase sat, joining him to jam out, the two of them feeding off each other's excitement.

"We're all bright now What a sight now Coming out like we're fireworks Marching on proud Turn it up loud 'Cause now we know what we're worth"

Chan hopped down from the upper level of the stage, perfectly joining you for the second pre-chorus, his eyes never leaving yours as he did. The smile on your face was wide and toothy, a radiant beam that sat perfectly between two rosy cheeks, your heart fluttering as the connection between you both grew stronger.

The second chorus flowed similarly to the first, with Han and Changbin complimenting the song with their backup vocals. Adrenaline and excitement flowed through the arena; you felt proud, happy, and exhilerant as you performed. You caught sight of Chan once more, turning to him as you sang the bridge.

"I got a spark in me(I got a spark in me)And you're a part of me(And you're a part of me)Now 'til eternity(Now 'til eternity)Been so long, and now we're finally free!"

The two of you alternated on the verses, Chan’s voice harmonizing perfectly with your own. As you sang, you found yourself gazing deeply into his eyes, the light in his gaze reflecting the same connection you were feeling.

In that moment, Chan finally understood what he was feeling. All these weeks, he had convinced himself that he simply cared about you as a friend, that you were special to him in a way that was different from the others. But now, as everything fell into place, he realized it was more—so much more.

He liked you. He was in love with you, even.

He took in every detail about you in that moment—your glowing gaze, the faint pink tint of your cheeks, and of course, your angelic vocals. He could not tear his eyes away from you, and it was impossible to miss the way his focus was entirely on you as you shared the mic. Changbin and Han exchanged knowing smiles, sensing the undeniable chemistry between the two of you as you stayed close, harmonizing through the final chorus.

You ended the song with a high note that transitioned into a falsetto; Chan watched you with pride swelling in his heart. In that moment, he could not help but feel as though you were his—his angelic-voiced, beautiful, talented girl that he never wanted to lose. He beamed brightly, his gaze locked on you even as the audience erupted in cheers. You glanced over at him, and a similar spark lit up your heart. Sure, Chan had frustrated you countless times over the past few weeks, but in that instant, none of that mattered.

That was a normal...whatever you guys had, right?

With one final bow, the phantoms vanished from the public's sight as the crowd burst into cheerful hoopla and gasps; the phantoms were not too far, just positioned right off the side of the stage.

"Thank you, we're y/n and the Phantoms! Tell your friends!" The way you enthusiastically ended on Changbin's catchphrase made the boy beam with pride, nodding his head in approval.

You ran over to Flynn, giggling and squealing over the performance.

"You were amazing!" she screeched as she engulfed you into a tight embrace.

"She's right!" Chan exclaimed as he, Han, and Changbin appeared behind you, sitting on a countertop. "And don't look too fast." Chan had motioned just behind you where Carrie had stopped a record executive; however, she quickly pushed passed the Dirty Candy girls and made her way over to you.

"Wait, who should do the talking?" Changbin inquired, earning glares from all three bandmates. "Oh. Right. Y/n. Duh!"

You glanced nervously at Chan, and he gave you a thumbs up in response, mouthing, "You got this!" The lady approached you, smiling warmly. She was dressed in a beige business suit; she held out her hand for you to shake, which you took gratefully.

"Hi! I'm Andi Parker of Destiny Management, and I would love to-"

"Y/n!"

A deep voice calling your name interrupted the conversation; you whipped around to see none other than...

"Dad?!"

"It's time to go home."

[griefabyss69]

Grief's Big LARP AU Post

Bonjoureee, here is my on-going list of installments for my LARP AU!

Titles are tumblr links and AO3 links are beside them. Start with the first fic! This is all one story.

» Last Man Standing - 15.6K - Rated: E - [ AO3 ] - CW: N/A Tags: Eddie Teaches Steve D&D, Blowjobs, LARPing, Sexual Roleplay, Tattoos, Fanart

I drew fanart for this one <3

Steve asks Eddie to teach him how to play D&D.

Eddie has no idea what’s in store for him as Steve throws him for a loop, making the game into something that changes Eddie on a molecular level, if his dick is to believed. Excerpt:

Steve puts up a good fight, and Eddie puts up a fight that would make a wet sock look heroic in comparison. Eddie's only got five HP left when he changes tactics, not ready for his character to be dead already.

"Blood running down from under his hat, his gasping to catch his breath, winded from this battle, my character holds up a hand. He implores of you, 'Please, have mercy and spare me from death, let me continue on my journey and I shall give you my mace.', what do you do?"

Steve blinks at him, surprise ebbing away as he mulls it over, pencil tapping against his chin.

Eddie gets up to refill his glass with water, taking the time to stretch a bit as he waits.

"I hold the tip of my sword at his throat, looking him over," Steve says, catching his attention. He gives Eddie a little smirk, one that's barely there but is somehow way sexier than any other expression he's made before. "And I tell him, 'I'll spare your life under one condition'."

» Interlude - 6K - Rated: E - [ AO3 ] - CW: Semi-public sex Tags: Pre-Relationship, Car Sex, Oral Sex, Humiliation, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Light Bondage, In Public

Eddie and Steve do it again, this time without any roleplaying, and in Steve's car instead.

Excerpt: "Do you want to pull over so I can blow you or should we wait until after you take me to the diner?" He asks, allowing himself to be presumptuous about a few things.

Steve's mouth opens and closes a few times before he looks around, using his turn signal even though the road is empty and has been empty for a while, pulling over to the side of the road.

"Guess that's your answer," he says, putting the car in park and shutting it off. "Crack your window."

They roll the windows down an inch and Eddie gets Steve's dick out before he's even unbuckled his seat belt, not caring that it hits him in the face when he does get it undone. Any injuries that occur here are a badge of honor and something to poke at while jerking off, no matter how stupid they are.

» Stargasm - 11K - Rated: E - [ AO3 ] - CW: None Tags: LARPing, Bondage, Nipple Play, Sexual Roleplay, Anal Fingering, Cum Slut Eddie Munson, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Humiliation

After they recover from their interesting night in Steve's car, Eddie and Steve get up to some more LARPing, this time with Steve as the Demon King who bests Sir Eddie the Banished Knight.

Eddie's still not sure where they stand in their relationship, but it feels good to be with him, and the time they spend after the hot sex is really nice.

Excerpt:

"Also," Steve's saying, pulling Eddie out of his thoughts about what Steve would look like with a real demon tail. "Since you liked it so much in the car, I was wondering that if I defeat you... could I tie you up?"

He winces a little, not like he's nervous, but more like he's expecting Eddie to be.

Eddie pulls the helmet off so Steve can absolutely hear him clearly, looking him in the eye.

"Only if you get really mean about it," he says, watching Steve's eyebrows raise.

» so take a bite of me, just once - 10.3K - Rated: E - [ AO3 ] - CW: None Tags: Biting, Sexual Roleplay, LARPing, Vampire Roleplay, Teeth, Blindfolds, Cum Play

(Tie in with the Paraphilia series) Odaxelagnia is a kink where individuals experience sexual arousal from biting or being bitten.

Excerpt:

The door creaks open slowly, the dim lighting from the hall spilling blue tinted into Eddie's lair, a gentle haze of back-light against the warm illumination of the most delicious human he's ever seen.

So obedient, carrying out everything he's asked of him around his Castle, even blindfolding himself just so he's stuck under Eddie's command around others who could break it.

"Give me your hands," he says, a soft order.

Steve lifts his arms, hands palm up for him. Openness and truth, manufactured, but still appreciated.

» Intermission - 7.7K - Rated: E - [ AO3 ] - CW: Chronic Illness Tags: Pining, Pre-Relationship, Friends With Benefits, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Oral Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Non sex tags are: Overstimulation, Chronic Illness, Grounding, Memory Issues, Cooking, Non-Sexual Intimacy

Maybe Eddie should've said no when Steve asked to come over, but he wasn't thinking too hard - his brain wasn't working too hard on anything but the urge to scream.

So when Steve does come over and sees that Eddie is having a really bad time, he takes care of him.

And when Eddie is feeling much better later, Steve takes care of him.

Excerpt:

Even the experience of Steve guiding him to his own bedroom and directing him to lay down on his bed as he starts stripping off layers – jacket and shoes and sweater and jeans and shirt – can't shake how Eddie's brain might be setting off someone's seismic activity detector somewhere in town.

It's a shame. Laying back on his bed, usually a hobby he's great at, ruined by the way he's almost shaking with how he just can't fucking relax, how he can feel every bump and lump and wrinkle in his clothes and the bedding and the mattress and his pillows. From the outside perspective it looks like the beginning to many of his wet dreams, but right now he's got Steve's beautiful, glorious body all half naked and the threat of a good time hanging in the air and he doesn't want to have sex with him.

» Swallow Me Leaden Sky - 40.7K - Rated: E - [ AO3 ] - CW: None Tags: Friends With Benefits, LARPing, Sexual Roleplay, Porn Watching, Bondage, Rope Bondage, Forniphilia, Human Furniture, Bookstores, Service Submission, Light flirting with OMC, Self-Discovery, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Rockstar & Bodyguard roleplay, Eddie Munson's Guitar, Nude Photos, Exhibitionism, Verbal Humiliation, Service Kink, Biting, Prank Calls, Sixty-Nining, slow burn but they're fucking the whole time, Two insatiable men get in a fight against time itself

Steve likes little trips into the city with Robin, he likes the deep driving well in his gut, and he likes laying on Eddie's bed, watching him get ready for the day.

He doesn't always have the words for any of it, and he takes a while to catch up to his own feelings, but he thinks he's starting to get there.

Excerpt:

Eddie slides out of his chair, unable to keep his energy contained to two square feet of space, walking around and really getting into the dramatic part of playing a guitar—he's gone from figuring out random melodies to playing songs he knows, and he looks good doing it. Steve's hopes are sky high, but he’s confident that if he just tries hard enough he can fulfill this nebulous craving of his.

[leon-classfirst]

Windenburg Stories: Crossroads of Destiny

Obstacle

"Have you forgotten what I said about the Spellcasters' Golden Rule?!"

Windenburg, five months since it all began...

Time flew fast. It's a month to the end of the first semester. Deep inside, Fuuka had a looming feeling that something's approaching.

But, a thought like that would jinx it. That day was about relaxation. Since Leon was not around, as he was in San Myshuno, doing his small gigs, Fuuka was left alone. Though, the isolation didn't really feel like one anymore over the course of her healing.

Leon didn't tell her about Octavia's offer at all over the months. As a consolation of his refusal, Leon agreed to partake in minor gigs all around San Myshuno, regularly.

The weather was sunny that day. Calm winds setting up a nice day to enjoy. Fuuka was rocking that new outfit for a while now, the one that she bought during one of her Copperdale's ThrifTea shopping sessions. A touch of elegance, yet classy. She was surprised on the wide array of selections in ThrifTea.

Fuuka had put spells around her house to notify incoming guests. That day, her magic senses tingled. Therefore, dashing in a semi-sprint, she reached her house within minutes.

A familiar figure turned around as Fuuka arrived. L. Faba.

Faba’s arrival was not entirely unexpected. She often checks in on her chosen successors, though Fuuka had never officially been told she holds that position. "You’ve been doing well, I see," Faba remarked, her tone approving yet distant. "No sign of stagnation. That’s good. The curse hasn’t hindered your progress." Fuuka smiles faintly, grateful for the compliment. "It’s been better here," she admits. "The people in Windenburg… they’re starting to see me." Faba arches a curious brow. "Oh? What changed?"

They headed inside to have a better talk.

The talk began as a pleasant, normal talk like any other reunions. Though, one thing struck Faba's mind. Fuuka's face. "Oh, before I forgot, I mentioned something about your curse... it's alleviating. But how?" "I don't know myself. But, I feel like it's because of everyone starting to accept me." "They see through the curse?" Fuuka shifted uncomfortably, sooner or later, she would have to open up.

"Um, do you want to see my magical ability progress?" Fuuka shifted the topic. "Of course! That's one of my reasons on being here." Though, Faba kept a skeptic look upon that sudden topic change.

Faba did give Fuuka some approving nods, but her mind's elsewhere. She acted rather distant when Fuuka told pieces of her journey over the course of eight months being in Windenburg.

Then, Faba decided it's time. "What's the catch, Fuuka? I know about this curse more than you do. Being surrounded by normal humans... I know this is impossible." Fuuka stood there, silently fighting the urge to tell her, until Faba reinstated her question, face appearing tense this time. She hesitated, but her natural honesty got the better of her.

"It’s because of my neighbor," she explained. "Leonardus Yubi Kurnia. He… sees me, even through the curse." The name caught Faba off guard. "Leonardus? A human able to perceive through a Spellcaster’s curse? How intriguing."

Fuuka’s nervous reaction betrayed her. She tried to deflect, but Faba’s piercing gaze compeled her to continue. Slowly, reluctantly, she confessed

"He’s… not human. He’s a vampire."

The air grew heavy. Faba’s demeanor shifted instantly, her expression hardening as her authoritative presence filled the room. "A vampire, Fuuka?" she said, her voice laced with disapproval. "How close are you to him?" Fuuka stammered, trying to downplay their relationship, but her hesitation only confirmed Faba’s suspicions. "He’s… a friend," she began, but her trembling voice faltered. Faba narrowed her eyes. "Just a friend?" The silence stretched, and Fuuka’s inability to respond speaks volumes. Faba sighed deeply, her tone turning colder. "Do you remember the Spellcasters’ Golden Rule?"

"It’s out of the question," Faba stated firmly. "They are bound by darkness, cursed to drain life from others. They walk a path that opposes everything we stand for."

Fuuka tried to explain, but Faba cut her off. Her sternness made Fuuka felt small and vulnerable, her defenses crumbling under the weight of the Sage’s words. "I’m not here to judge your heart," Faba said, softening slightly, "but I’m warning you. This will bring nothing but conflict. For you, and for him."

Then, just like that, Faba stormed off, but not after stating she'd be back. Perhaps in a day or two.

She felt bad. But, it was for the best. The Golden Rule must be respected.

Later in the day...

For once, Fuuka voiced her defiance. Very out of character from her. Destiny. The Golden Rule. I hate it all.

We'll figure this out, together... will we not, Leon?

CC Creds

[strwbrryk1tkat]

Band Mates Chater 1

author's note:

HI all!!! I just want to preface that this is my first time uploading a piece of writing on tumblr. With every new chapter released I will be updating the Band Mates Soundtrack playlist on spotify so feel free to listen to that while you read!!

First, I just want to say THIS FIRST CHAPTER IS NOT THE BEST. If it was up to me tbh this first chapter would not exist, but unfortunately for all of us, the information in this chapter is relevant. I am working on chapter 2 as we speak.

Second, Everything about this story is completely original. The plot and characters all came to me in a dream (lol). I know the only other work on my acc is a fic (😭😭) and that’s like what ao3 is known for, but i just couldn’t think of which universe and which characters would work best for this so i decided to go rogue

Third and last, for this I just have to save plsss be patient with me updating chapters. I’m in my last like 2/3 weeks of high school and i have A LOT going on. Again, this chapter is super short and feels super rushed but that was the best way for me to provide this context.

THANK YOU AND ENJOY

Part 1

Band Member Needed to fill an open space Guitarist and Lead singer suddenly quit Call or Text: ***-***-****

I snap a picture of the poster hanging up on the corkboard in my local cafe. I never look at this thing but the one time I do it presents me with a fabulous opportunity. I’ve had nothing to do since finals ended 2 weeks ago. I feel like I’ve been wasting my time just going between work, home, and the cafe, so this is perfect. My next session starts in about 10 minutes so as I make my way over I shoot them a quick text.

Hey, saw ur poster. when r auditions?

Time to wait.

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”Just remember what I showed you, the easiest way is to start by memorizing the dates then adding the events.” Jason’s mom hands me my 40 for the session. I honestly feel bad taking it, this kid has not gotten any better, and history is such a hard subject to tutor in. I pull out the phone to check the time when I see a new text.

Whenever ur available

I shoot back.

How about right now.

I get another text with an address. Cool. The location is about 5 minutes from my apartment which is about 10 minutes from Jason’s house.

Be there in 15

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ”No, absolutely not,” the speaker turns to me. “She can’t join.” “Levi, she’s the only one who responded, the least we can do is let her audition.” “We don’t even know if she can sing let alone play guitar.” “That’s the point of the audition, bud.” The guy standing at the keyboard says. They’re talking like I’m not standing in front of them listening to their whole conversation. And who does this ‘Levi’ guy think he is? I’m standing right here with my guitar case. The guy who must be the leader steps forward and stretches out his hand. “Hey, I’m Graham. I play lead guitar but I don’t sing. On keys we have Percy, bass Lewis, and the naysayer on the drums is Levi.” I shake his hand firmly. “Willow.” “Cool, you ready?” Half an hour later I’m sitting in a group with the guys. They’re in a semi circle facing me. “So… Willow?” I nod. “How long have you been a girl?” Lewis asks. “Are you serious?” “No, thought it would be funny.” “Right,” Graham cuts in. “Here’s our rehearsal and show schedule. We want to stay busy this summer, so if you have any outstanding conflicts this might not be the best arrangement for you. It’s really important that you keep a clean image. In a way, you’re the face of our band. You’re the one everyone hears the most and you’re the one most people will be looking at.” Lots of pressure I guess. I’ve kept a clean state, and I believe I’m a nice face to look at. I used to do some modeling before I started college. When my contract expired I decided to not renew it. “I don’t think we have to worry about the image thing, she’s pretty and for bonus points she’s black. 2 minorities.” Percy smiles at me. He sure said it. We’re both black. To provide a better picture of eveyrone in the room, Graham is tall and lanky with long-ish flowy brown hair. Lewis looks just like him. Like seriously identical, if they say they’re not related there’s not a chance I’d believe them. The only different is Lewis has shorter hair. Kind of like the standard for a band leader of this caliber. Percy is talk and black with a shaved head bleached blond. Levi is tall and pretty muscular. I’m the height you’d expect rod a female model. Honestly I never stood out on the runway. I prefer to keep my hair straight with extensions since it’s much easier to manage. After being added to their text chain I have 1 question. “What’s your band name?” “Palin Drome.” Graham responds. Seemingly really proud of this name. “Ok, cool. I’ll see you tomorrow I guess.” I’m officially part of a band with one of the dumbest names I’ve ever heard.

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“Listen up guys! Our first gig EVER is tomorrow night! We have to lock in. No room for failure today and definitely no room for failure tomorrow.” I’m a little nervous. We just have a cover set for now, we haven’t been playing long enough to figure out our sound. Our set list Red Wine Supernova - Chappell Roan Theatre - Etta Marcus Nothing Matters - Last Dinner Party Everlong - Foo Fighters

I’ve been practicing with these guys for about a month almost every day. They’re all super nice to me except for Levi. I don’t know what’s up with that guy. I’m super nice to him. I say hi and bye and ask questions but he completely ignores me. I asked Percy about it and apparently he’s only like this with me. Great. I try not to think about it but it bugs me so much. What did I do to him? Did I say something weird? Do I looke unapproachable? Is he racist? The last one is the most extreme I know he’s not because he and Percy are practically best friends. Maybe he hates women. Like one of those Reddit incels. But that wouldn’t make any sense either because I’m literally the only person he treats this way. We play through the set so many times I’m worried we’ll start sucking, And that would be terrible because we sound great. I was worried I wouldn’t mesh well with these guys who’d know each other for so long before but I think I fit great.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It’s an hour before the party we’re set to play it is supposed to start and I’m freaking. I’ve been set up warmed up and tuned for about an hour already and I’ve just been waiting for everyone to show up so we can rehearse. I’m not entirely alone though, Levi’s here. He’s been setting up his drum set in complete silence. I said hi when he walked in, still silence. But it’s fine I’m sure I’ll get out of something To help with the nerves I decide to take a shot, or 2. Instantly feel better. I absolutely despise the taste of vodka but I love the way I feel after it. I offer Levi a shot and surprisingly he acknowledges me, but just for a second to take the drink from my hand. I feel great. I’m pumped and ready. The set we play is absolutely perfect. I’m elated. So naturally, I start to party. I’m throwing back drinks when all of a sudden I feel this weird sense of dread. I feel terrible, like something’s wrong that I need to sort out. Then I realize, this bullshit with Levi. I spot him across the room talking up some girls. When we make I contact I make a beeline for him dragging him in to the nearest room and shutting the door behind me. Before he can open his mouth to protest I start. “I need to ask you something extremely important.” No response, great. “But seriously I need an answer.” “Fine.” “Why do you hate me?” He looks at me with a confused look. “I don’t hate you Willow.” “Okay, then why are you so weird to me?” Oh jeez, and now I’m crying. “I don’t know.” What a stupid answer. He knows exactly why he treats me the way he does. “You hate me.” I’m drunk and sobbing to this guy who’s opinion of me doesn’t matter. “No, I don’t.” “You do.” “I don’t, Willow. I have to go.” And he leaves. He leaves! What the fuck. He leaves me sobbing in some random guys bedroom in some random guys house. He’s such a dick.

Notes: Ty for reading! pls give likes if you enjoyed it and feel free to add any suggestions you’d like to see!

[the-s1lly-corner]

felt fun to do a live reaction of texas chainsaw massacre SOOO doing it again with the second film except its all in one post rather than a reblog chain! under the cut woo yeah

"oh hey that sign says dallas! this takes place in texas, cool! ........wait...."/srs

oh my god these two dudes are annoying as hell but at least one of them has cool glasses. me want

its not often that i root for a character to be offed however these two deserved it omfg they were so annoying

god the head getting chainsawed in half... such a cool effect and the first gore thing in a movie to make me recoil, at least first in a while... last time that i cringed like that was with the thing.... speaking of i need to lock in and finish watching, i never finished it because i pussied out

the movie keeps stopping and needing to buffer so theres going to be timestamps randomly littered througout this simply so i can know where in the movie to return if i swap stuff up, these are for me so ignore them... 17:00

lowkey rocking with the fry house this man is fully of whimsy

Unfortunately you'd better stop with that meat mess of the chili, so that you could have it for a cookoff actually, so that you could drink a soda and then eat a candy and then-- burp Excuse me. Eat meat. So- grunt I was at a cookoff and I eat chili with a- cornbread- and then, I drink a cherry sprite in the cookoff. And that was ago when I was actually well about that. Plus I would rather- eat chocolate, as well. So, that chili mess; clean it up please. So, I don't wanna cause any more troublemakers./ref

drayton couldve passed as a semi sweet grandpa if he didnt eat people/j

tweaking out over what vaguely looks like a lesbian flag at 20:23 but logically i know its not

"oh, my kid banana!"

do you think leatherface and choptop (is that the dudes name?) looked at each other like this, but with more fear, when stretch started playing the murder on the radio- also what were the chances they were on that specific station at that time?

im going to be very upset if they kill LG, he made a fry house, hes got whimsy

BUBBAS THE YOUNGEST????

choptops only been on screen for 2 seconds and i already dig his vibe

"I like his vibe!" *choptop proceeds to eat a piece of his scalp*

ik im only on the second movie, and i do know theres a grandpa but like... where are the sawyers parents?? are they just deceased or?

35:00

BUBBA PUNK ASS JUMPSCARE

he do a little steppy jig with his chainsaw before chasing

oooo metal plate- wonder what that was for- did they put it in themselves or did they take choptop to the hospital?

"music is my life!" he just like me frfr

THEY GOT MY WHIMSICAL FRY HOUSE DUDE

i think. for both the first and second movie. its a nice attention to detail to have kirk and lg seize up and stuff after getting a head injury since like... accurate... nice little detail albeit a horrifying one

oh leatherface is getting freaky call that freakyface

oh boy i sure hope no one walks in as my back and computer screen are facing the door, while leatherface is sensually tracing his chainsaw up the bare leg of a woman

he got that thang on him though i just noticed how nice his tie looks i want it

i like how leatherface keeps doing the lil jig with his chainsaw its like he keeps hitting the emote button

ballsy lady protags my beloved yes girl go chase the chainsaw having killers after narrowly surviving, go unprepared and unequipped (affectionately but gOD)

ik its for plot reasons and suspense stuff but WHHHYYYYYYYY would enright drive his car at her in the middle of the night instead of just getting out and letting her know it was him... like i already knew it was him because i saw his fatass hat in the darkness but like- YOU KNOW????

why must all the slashers have big tiddies (not complaining i like em thick)

LGS STILL ALIVE?????

even half skinned and after a bad beating to the skull with a hammer lg still tries to comfort her i think he might be one of my favorite lesser characters from a slasher film bro did not deserve to be in this mess

"s-c-e-x... sex!"

oh mu god is the body choptop carrying around meant to be the brother that died in the first movie... speaking of, where the fuck was choptop in the first movie?

oooooooh quick search says he was in Vietnam and thats also why he has the metal plate... which... i mean hes been mentioning it here and there but i deadass could not tell if he was being /srs or not i feel so dumb i thought i was so smart for thinking it wasnt that serious

"youre balling up his shit"

THE GRANDPAS STILL ALIVE WHAT THE HELL

bro took a chainsaw to the ass

im sorry but theres no way in hell enrights tiny ass chainsaw was long enough to go right through bubbas midsection and still have a sizable piece of blade sticking out the other end

wait nvm i forgot he got the third larger one but i dont remember it being that long

WDYM THERE WAS JUST. A GRENADE ON NUBBINS CORPSE THE ENTIRE TIME

ik stretch tweaking out with the chainsaw at the end is a reference to the ending of the first but its so so corny

anyways TCM2.... 8.5/10 i enjoyed it a little more than the last!! woo yeah!!

[piratecaptaincaroline]

fuck, thanks for the beautiful answer, it’s really been the highlight of my day. there are a thousand things i could say about homestuck, and the epilogues, and godfeels and media in general. and im high and have nothing better to do, so im gonna say them!

on the internet, for a while now, there exist large and distinct pockets of Readers. these individuals, bless their souls, see the words of a text, but they dont read them. this leads to endless dave x karkat slashfics and cozy indie rpg farming games and harmless ‘content’. god, content. i loathe that word. and its not the fact that these works are inherently wrong or bad (though often they can be, through “apolitical” (read: fash) reasons); they just dont excite. theyre the easy way out, a lot of the time.

some are quick to point out these works as comfort farms and get frustrated at the creators, which is fair. however, i posit that this phenomenon, this group of Readers, is the symptom of a larger issue: the commodification of media and art. eating a piece of media is a social act; the act of reading a story or watching a show doesnt exist in a vacuum anymore. the internet and capitalism and ‘popularity’ have all collaborated to make not only the art itself political, but also the act of looking at that art political as well. this results in Readers retreat into the safe, placid, sterile muck. this also intersects nicely with the concept of ‘right to comfort’. a lot of people just hate the broken glass, they hate the hard themes and motifs!! and theyre worse off for it!! tons of people disliked the tough parts of homestuck so much, they came up with a simple, digestible story in their heads and just kept the character names! thats why i like the epilogues, psycholonials, and godfeels so much. in the 3 years after homestuck ended, the homestuck happy ending was done to death. ‘everyone lives happily ever after’ can only get you so far thematically. but the epilogues offer a beautiful, torturous lens into two Bad Endings. a story goes nowhere and does nothing without conflict, and homestuck is so heavily tied to the concepts of narratives and timelines and canon that of course the epilogues had to bring the cycle of sburbia and growing up full circle. hell, hussie/co. even published the epilogues with two ao3 infopages on the first pages of meat and candy; theyre both conceding to the reader (by stretching the meaning of canon, and gesturing to the stories being quasi-pseudo-semi-hypothetical), and plying the reader (by luring them in with the promise of dubious canonicity and then having ult dirk insult them for being a Reader). psycholonials is in that same vein too. i once heard it described as “discourse judo” by victoria, the author of two phenomenal homestuck-adjacent multimedia projects, ‘burning down the house’ and ‘eternal september’. its more of that broken glass that really makes you think; but it’s also multifunctional as a political response to ‘controversies’ that hussie faced when writing homestuck (i wont lie, im not doing victoria’s analysis justice). but this is exactly why i fucking love godfeels so so damn much. its the pure, concentrated homestuck essence, the suffering, the brief reprieve featured in the newest chapter, the crying! god, the crying. my best friend showed me godfeels, and wow, i could have given a hydroelectric powerplant a run for its money waterworks-wise when i first read it. to me, godfeels will always be one of the best, most amazing interpretations of a homestuck ‘ending’, up there with the epilogues. it tows the trauma fatigue and character growth line perfectly, and christ did you do such a good job of capturing all of the characters PERFECTLY. there was a moment that it all clicked to me, it was during psychodrama, during june’s conversation with fake rose. when fake rose basically says ‘john, have you heard of autogynephilia?’ i fucking lost my shit. it was simultaneously the funniest and meanest thing i had read, i genuinely laughed my ass off. that was the flow state where the suffering became the fun part for me. it walks the knife edge between soul crushing and euphoric. more people need to remember that Losing Is Fun!

anyways, thanks for writing a hell of a story. keep on having fun.

hello ms sarahzedig hmsnofun. i love godfeels. death hands is phenomenal. i like your torturous writing style; it makes the pure fucking cocaine of the new chapter hit so much harder. i cant wait for more broken glass. thanks again.

this is what it's all about. this is exactly what i live for. i'm so glad it hit because this was very much my design-- pretty much everything from gf3.1 on has been a series of catastrophic tragedies and misunderstandings. every member of the cast has gone fucking through it lately, and as a result i think a lot of readers have felt that nothing good ever happens to these characters. it's trauma fatigue, which i absolutely get because i feel it too! i've had the B1 solo on the horizon for a VERY long time as the moment when all that tension finally uncoils, and everyone just kinda fucking chills out for a bit. i've never wanted this to be a story where bad things just keep happening forever. in fact, 3.2 in the broadest terms is about the process of building new relationships and community after a world-shattering trauma. it's so important, i think, to indulge in moments like these when the time is right. that's why the buildup to the solo is modeled after june's coming out scene in gf2.1. i wanted readers to feel instinctual dread at dave's "yo what the fuck" and expect the worst, only for it to go shockingly well and then become a party. i want the reader to feel like they can expect bad things to happen and be surprised when they don't. and i want these people to feel like they're becoming friends.

i love getting comments like this ngl. maybe broken glass/pure cocaine is my version of the meat/candy dichotomy. no, i hate that actually, i'll let you keep that one as an excellent way to get me laughing out loud in my own room in the middle of the night. but that's the basic idea anyway-- a good story required balance. even the BDSM enthusiast needs breaks from punishment! no response to my art in any medium has ever done it for me quite like "you hurt me in a way i didn't think possible, thank you, can't wait for more." YOU GET IT. I'M SO GLAD YOU GET IT. thank you for sharing this excellent comment, i hope you continue to enjoy this story as it goes on :)

[astaroth1357]

Cuddle Time w/ the OM Cast

Baby Simeon woke me up from my slumber. That card is fucking adorable, I want it.

Lucifer 

The fact Lucifer doesn't immediately throw them off whenever they try to snuggle should be proof enough of his love.

Cuddling is mostly done in the privacy of his bedroom. Occasionally he'll allow it in his office, but only if he's not busy.

He prefers to do it on one of the many chairs or cushions he has by the fire. Between the warmth of their body and the heat of the fireplace, he'll relax into it in seconds…

His favorite position is face-to-face with them on his lap - it's a way for him to "hand over" control while still feeling perfectly in charge. Sure, they can trace his jaw or fluff his hair as much as they like, but it's his arms holding them in place.

Gets beyond grouchy if they get interrupted... First, it's embarrassing, but second, who even has the right? If he gets pulled away for anything less than a house fire, someone (usually Mammon) is getting tied up to the chandelier...

Mammon 

Jumps at cuddle time, but always tries to play it off afterwards like an indecisive puppy.

Like Lucifer, he prefers his bedroom or theirs, but he'll do it in the Common Room too if he really needs a "pick-me-up." It's just that they usually get interrupted in there, so…

Likes to cuddle in bed or on couches, any place that's long enough to let him stretch out a bit. He wants to monopolize as much MC as he can.

Favorite position is laying on them so that his head is on their stomach or chest, kind of like a blanket. Like I said, the MC Surface Area to Mammon ratio is very important to him. More than half of MC must be cuddled for supreme satisfaction.

Whines like crazy if they get interrupted (and they usually do). Nearly every brother has an automatic gut reaction to toss him across the room if they see it happening, but that never stops him trying.

Leviathan 

Levi had to warm to cuddling but after that he was all-in for life.

Really only does it in his room (duh). He gets so nervous about trying it anywhere else that you'd think it was scandalous or something...

Actually prefers to cuddle on the floor - on beanbags or pillows of course. It's not terribly comfortable to cuddle and play games together in his bedtub and he needs the multitasking.

Favorite position (scratch that, the only position) is with their back to him and his arms around them in some way, probably also gripping a controller (or vice versa). They can do it laying down or sitting up, but that's what he can muster. His brain stops functioning if they ever try to face each other...

Not above vague thoughts of homicide if they get interrupted. He already doesn't like letting go, so add on the depletion of his all important "MC Meter" and he's going to be very grumpy indeed…

Satan 

Cuddles a bit like a semi-social cat. Less big on full-on snuggling, but he still requires physical contact.

Much more relaxed about the PDA than the others, but his affection style is more casual looking as well. He'll cuddle right about anywhere, but mostly whenever he's reading.

Couches or loveseats are easiest. Chairs are less so, but manageable as long as they can sit close to each other. 

Favorite position is to have them sit next to him with their legs over his lap. He only needs one hand to read so the other usually roams around mindlessly while he's engrossed in a book. He may rub their thighs, hold their hand, or play with their hair.

Hates being interrupted with a burning passion. The death glare he'll send to anyone stupid enough to try could curdle milk… Give Satan his MC time if you know what's good for you.

Asmodeus

Needs cuddle time like he needs air, but would you expect any less from the embodiment of Lust?

Down to cuddle anytime, anywhere - zero shame and no hint of hesitation. Sometimes he'll come over and latch into them in the middle of someone else's conversation...

Fond of using beds but he's also mastered cuddling in the tub, his bathroom is certainly built for it. Nothing beats a nice hot bath with his nice warm MC! 😘

Favorite position is really any of them. He's hardly going to be picky - though if given the choice, he'll pull them to the nearest bed and wrap himself around them so tight that they may get stuck together.

Whines louder than Mammon if they ever get interrupted and pelt the intruder with pillows or shoes to make them go away (it rarely works though…). 

Beelzebub 

Always happy to cuddle with MC!... as long as they don't mind his stomach growling from time to time.

Prefers to cuddle after he's downed some big feast. When the food coma is setting in, it's really nice to hold MC for a while… They make him feel full for at least five extra minutes!

He tries to incorporate MC into his training sometimes so his favorite position is to have them latched onto him like a kola while he goes about the House. If their arms or legs get tired, he'll carry them over to a couch and just continue from there.

If he's got to be still, then he prefers to cuddle in a bed, ideally one where Belphie is. Nothing warms his heart more than having the both of them clung into him in some way, it's very therapeutic. 😊

Not AS bothered when they get interrupted… If anything he's just disappointed. He was probably having fun, but they'll come back, right...?

Belphegor 

Look, all time is "Cuddle Time" and any other activity is just a distraction. If Belphie could hot glue the MC to his body, he would. 

Being cuddled to sleep is a MUST. He thrives on their proximity and the sound of their heartbeat is the world's best lullaby.

Unfortunately, he doesn't even need to be particularly comfortable to get cuddling in… He has been known to just collapse onto their lap if he's tired enough, all else be damned.

His favorite position is any way that lets them be his pillow. Any particular soft parts of the body like the stomach are fair game. He'll use their thighs like a neck pillow if he wants to (and hope that they don't try choking him out of revenge...).

There's really no interrupting Belphie. If someone needs MC, he'll latch onto their legs so they either stay put or bring him too. The others have to use magic or spatulas just to pry him off...

Diavolo

Big on cuddle time. HUGE on cuddle time! This man has hardly ever been touched, so this is a dream come true!!

Look, he's the king so he'll cuddle them wherever he damn well pleases! (That's a lie, Barbatos won't let him do it during work hours… Otherwise it's fine.)

He's very enthusiastic but uh… kind of inexperienced so a lot of things (like convenient location) don't occur to him right away. Like sure, they could go cuddle in a big ass bed, but he really wants to hold them RIGHT NOW so they're just going to have to do this in an empty ballroom somehow...

His favorite position is probably best described as the "Teddy Bear," where they just sit on his lap and he hugs them from behind. He'll even rest his chin on their head if he can. It looks vaguely like he's holding them hostage but they actually seem happy about it.

Unless your name is Barbatos or Lucifer, you do not interrupt them. As far as he knows, there's still a snake in the dungeons and you don't want to be the person he sends to check…

Barbatos

A spot of quiet intimacy is quite rare for him… but never unwelcome.

Assuming Barbs even finds the time in his schedule to sit still for a while, he will almost always opt to do so when utterly alone (sometimes even in deserted timelines). It's very embarrassing to be caught procrastinating at work...

Ever the pleaser, he'll claim that he has no real preferences but if he were being honest it's when they're curling up together on a cushion or loveseat. It's comfortable, but still allows for some proper conversion.

Unlike others, no matter what position they take he'll always want to be face-to-face. When he gets to be with them so rarely, why would he ever want to see their back turned…?

NO ONE interrupts them. No one. Short of Diavolo needing him desperately, if someone sees the two of them together they will turn around. Even an irritated Barbatos is scary, an angry one is terrifying…

Simeon

Oh man… This is the height of intimacy for an angel. Cuddling with Simeon is just as sweet and relaxing as it sounds - it's an almost photogenic level of serenity, fit for the brushes of Renaissance painters trying to define what divine love is...

Naturally, because it's such an intimate act Simeon will only do so in absolute privacy. He doesn't even want Luke to see, it's just that personal...

Part of why he's so guarded is because it's one of the rare times he'll let his wings be free. They're very delicate, so he has to sit on stools, logs, or other backless seats to even let them out but it's worth it.

His favorite position is to have the MC sit across his lap while he holds them as close as possible. He'll beat his wings for a nice breeze on hot days or fold them in to shelter the MC from cold ones. No matter what, their movement is so glimmering and graceful that they're practically mesmerizing…

To him getting interrupted is legitimately so mortifying you'd think he got caught streaking. Even the brothers - sans Satan - will avert their eyes if they find them like that… while still telling him to back off but at least they're considerate about it.

Solomon

Solomon's softest moments come when he's cuddling MC… but he's still a little mischievous no matter what.

They pretty much have to do it in secret because if any of the brothers see them, they'll throw a fit… So snuggling in cramped storage closets or "so-high-up-in-the-air-no-one-can-stop-us" it is!

But when he wants to poke buttons, Solomon will magic them onto his lap dead-ass in the middle of RAD, like, two minutes before a class starts just to watch the world burn…

If he had a favorite position, it's sitting wrapped up together in his cape. It feels intimate, warm, and the starry-sky pattern makes him feel like there's nothing in the universe but them…

Interruptions are frequent - thank the PDA police - but only in the Devildom. In the human world, though? They're all his and he soaks up every minute of it... Sorry fellas. 😏