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The Carnival (Part One)
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Both the sound and the accompanying bright light that greet us the moment we're inside the carnival gates cause me to nearly jump out of my skin. The Celestial Realm isn't known for being spontaneous, you see; everything is planned down to the second.
"I'll be right back," MC mutters, handing off Number Two to me before going after the individual---or rather ghost---that took a picture of us. Not wanting to be in other people's way, I find a bench and sit down.
"I didn't think angels could feel sin," Number Two states, sliding down to my lap and looking up at me.
"What do you mean?" I ask, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in my stomach. Based on the expression on Number Two's face, I would say that the little one thinks I'm dumb.
"Do you know why I'm called 'Number Two'?" I shake my head. "I'm basically an extension of the second Avatar of Sin."
"You mean Mammon."
"Yeah. Every time that he succumbs to his sin, another one of us pops up."
"There must be thousands of you at this point." Number Two grins.
"Try millions."
"So, are you all Number Two?"
"No. Just me. I'm the first, you see. I live with the original Numbers One through Seven at the Demon Lord's castle."
"I imagine the dynamics between you guys are the same as those between the brothers." Number Two grows serious.
"Listen, I know this is a really forward, impolite sort of question, but out of curiosity, how do you feel about MC?"
"They're near and dear to my heart."
"And?" I hesitate to answer, fearing that the little one is going to rat me out if I tell it the truth.
"Look, I can sense the greed radiating off you. You're lucky that Number Five isn't here, or you'd be in big trouble." I sigh.
"I can't. There are rules in place."
"Ah, the classic battle between the brain and the heart." Number Two pauses. "You know, there's nothing that says we have to find Lord Diavolo and Mr. Lucifer right away. I mean, I don't know for sure where the illegal casino is. It could be anywhere, and the carnival is so big."
"Why are you doing this?"
"It'd be good for you." The little demon smiles. "Oh look, it's MC."
"Sorry about that," MC states, sitting down next to me. "The ghost was quite apologetic, and he even gave me a voucher for free food."
"That was nice of him," I reply. "It wouldn't be a bad idea for us to eat something before we begin our search. Number Two, where would you like to eat?"
#obey me shall we date#obey me simeon#obey me little d#obey me mc#in case you're confused#number two senses that simeon's greedy for mc#the little demon feels bad for the angel#so it is offering to drag on the search for diavolo and lucifer#that way simeon can spend some uninterrupted time with mc
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Watching good omens and scrolling through my many many tabs of good omens fanart and good omens textposts and good omens fanfic rn
#new hyperfixation unlocked#i blame my dear @mostlikelytobeobsessed#you CANNOT show me a show about two horrible gay slugs who are bad at being in love and expect me to not obsess#i love good omens#so much#so so so so much#little gay men#angel#demon#(gay squealing noises)#good omens#ineffable spouses#ineffable husbands#ineffable idiots#aziracrow#aziraphale#crowley#oh theyre just#so#just#oh my god#eeeeeeeee#adore them#neil gaiman is a dick though#feel gross about him#fuck you gaiman#azirowley#azicrow#aziraley#aziraphel
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thinking about baby Pastelito wiwiw...
#đď¸ ââ Silly doodles#(đ§) *â .â ⧠â Pastelito#(â) ・â .ďžâ Trunks#DON'T HAVE TOO MUCH ENERGY TO DRAW BUT URRGHH I FEEL LIKE TALKING ABOUT HER#sweet child wiwiwiw just imagine that little round thing running around#I was thinking about her maybe not understanding why she has to fight bad guys so probably she thinks everyone is acting#as if they were playing to be super heroes#now that I think about that she would love the Gammas bc they are meant to be super heroes WIWIWI#probably asks them for autographs#she looks at herself in the mirror like âyes I'm gonna beat some bad guys todayâ but she doesn't actually hate them#like she would kick Frieza in the ass and then ask him to go to her birthday party#gives all the Ginyu invitations bc she doesn't want anyone to be left out#And probably that comes with her dads being UNHINGED#wdy one of ur dads is a demon#and then you have the most angelic child so full of love. literally can't hate anyone#just a silly little slime bebe....#Trunks must fight for his life to keep this child alive bc THAT'S HIS SISTER#he didn't decide that but what else can he do?#talking about Pastelito's brother wiwiw cytruce#they are literally Silver and Green. Young brother who had to be to careful and protect his older sister too.... wiwiauhgh#I LOVE THEM I'M GOING CRAZY
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also idk if this is controversial, but I donât think beard being kind, loyal, a good person is strictly bc of ted helping him (like Iâve seen people actâŚthat ted made beard the man he is 100%) like. beard Is a good person. Heâs always Been a good person. But he also made a lot of mistakes. Ted never changed him from a bad guy to a good guy, he just brought back the goodness that beard had struggled with for years. Ted never saw beard as a terrible, bad person who he could fixâŚ.he was someone who Ted helped bring back
#Idk it always rubs me a little weird when I see people act like beard was this bad person (negative)#but ted completely changed him and made him a good person (angelic) bc that also feels veryâŚ#demonizing of addicts !!!! You know? Beard made mistakes. And heâll never deny that#But to boil all his progress and healing down to ted helping him rather than beard Also working on himself#like recovery mustâve been the hardest thing heâs ever been through!!!#does this make sense#beard is good because He is good. Because he got better for himself and he put in all the work to get clean#Like ted didnât MAKE him a good person. He didnât Turn him good#he HELPED bring the old beard back#beard owes Ted a lot in his recovery but BEARD is the one who did it .#who put in so much effort and time
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cat owners will learn to hold their pee for a painfully long time
#Iâm about to pee my pants#but church is SO content purring away#Damon on the other hand is a little demon ruining me & churchs movie experience#attacking the screen & acting a FOOL#movie tag#church#rose.txt#wait. if it wasnât clear. well hold our pee for a painfully long time cause a cat is on our lap#if that. wasnât clear#cat owners get it#church is such an Angel too#Damon I donât always feel bad turning away#church??? she deserves to be the princess & treated as such always
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đ (any dndads au you feel like sharing, lovebird! hope you're having a wonderful day btw đđđ)
Hehehehe HIII HAPPI <3 I am having a wonderful day tysm!! :D I hope you are too <3
I'm trying to think abt if I have any aus that you don't already know about BWCEUAHAHAAH and im not sure how much you know abt the most recent one I've made
OOOH I have got this one fantasy AU I haven't touched in a while but I think would be really fun to revisit sometime! <3
The idea is that there's this ancient curse that's been unleashed on the land creating this magic rot that's slowly been devouring forests, towns, and eventually maybe even whole kingdoms! The rot can overtake animals and people, warping them into dangerous mirrors of their past self, this AU's take on doodlerization. the sauce if you will <3
Taylor is a member of the royal court of the Kingdom of Hell (son of the first prince Nick) and Link is his loyal guard and bestie who keeps him from dying in their shenanigans and escapades. They have a silly goofy, I've known you my whole life and I will die to protect you bc you're the person dearest to me also ur a dumbass who's stupid as fuck, energy going on <3 friends to dumbasses to lovers <3
Normal is a regular villager who recently happened to score an apprenticeship with the castle healer! Apparently his dad knew someone in the court and managed to pull some strings, wonder what that's all about. (spoiler alert: its pretty important and he's also secretly royalty but doesn't know it)
Scary is an amateur witch <3 She saw her mom start dating the castle wizard and was like FUCK THAT GUY AND HIS STUFFY BOOKS. BET I COULD DO THAT BUT BETTER AND COOLER AND LESS NERDY. So she's been sneaking off to practice magic with rudimentary materials and a few nicked things Terry left around their cottage.
Turns out Scary has a natural talent for certain parts of magic because she accidentally stumbles upon a prophecy outlining the world's possible end unless a certain group of people go to the ruins of a lost kingdom to stop the rot. And when she finds out who those people are she's like FUUUUUCK. bc now she's gotta find a way to sneak into the castle to somehow find these losers, one of which is apparently a PRINCE !! and then they've all gotta go out and not die on an adventure or else EVERYONE'S gonna die. and like she can't be bothered but also ig it would be kind of cool to shove it in her stepdad's face that she's more awesome than him and saved the world so. off she goes!
Hermie's the second prince who is often overshadowed by his older half brother. He happens to overhear the group talk about the prophecy around the time they're preparing to leave and tags along to prove his worth to his dads and also have people pay attention for him for once goddamn !!!!! also the healer boy is kinda cute <3
Cue super fun goofy and exciting magical fantasy quest !!! Secrets are revealed! Bonds are formed! Possible corruption? MAYHAPS! Also where even ARE the ruins of the kingdom of Oakvale no one seems to have heard of it at all! All while the rot continues to spread....
#ask#happi-tree#cal rambles#dndads#hehehehe thank you so much for indulging me <3333#i know i took a little bit to respond sorry abt that <- i tried thinking abt aus to talk abt then i fell asleep and had to do hw#you know all my big ones already n lately ive mostly been scheming w/ nyx abt aus so im hesitant to call them my own without mentioning them#so my brain blanked i was like Uh. UH. HEVEGAJAHAHAJA#there are some little fun ideas i plan on elaborating on later i think!! havent told anyone abt em yet so hehe they're some fun bonuses#angel n demon au !! link's an angel taylor's a demon#i was thinking scary could be a fallen angel its just been normal i've been stuck on LMAO#bc i've been thinking abt how fun it is with how link and taylor have p clear angel demon imagery to me#while scary and normal feel more... in between? like yin yang type not all good not all bad#thought it could be fun to play with the idea of. Scary very recently fell as an angel due to Willy's influence#versus Normal who comes from a family of fallen angels ('corrupted' by the Doodler) but is trying to redeem himself and his family as well#with a storyline playing with the concept or morality and clearly defining good and bad with angels and demons#good omens style LMAO <3 Link and Taylor as an angel and demon DO remind me of Crowley and Aziraphale#Demon who's got a little too good of a heart to be evil and an Angel who's a little too much of a bastard to be purely good#ALSO been playing around with the idea of a fae au teheheehe#anyways rhat angel demon one really got away from me LMAO#its been a passing thought these past few days but i havent thought up like an actual plot line just alignments#so i havent mentioned it#WILL GET TO THE OTHER AU ASKS BTW EJWBAHAHAH#im jusy a VERY wordy rambler so it may take some time </3#long post#HELP almost forgot that one#me n my walls of text <3
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AHHHHHH I FINALLY FINISHED THE ENITIYTALE BAD AND STAR SANS!!!
ENITIYTALE!Star sans
And ENITIYTALE! Bad sans
Yes I used fuckin gacha. I'm lazy ok! đ
I have more tags but there's a limit
#My fingers feel like they are dying#bad sanses#Killer Got back from an undercover mission In underlust#Which is why he's wearing that lol#Ink has a soul but it us dented#reaper gave up his job to lust#My Au has different nicknames#Dust is a fox and Horror is a dog Cause i can#Nightmare is hiding his Animal and it's a deer#Cross is an archangel#Lust is a dragon#Ink is a Fuckin alicorn cause i can!#swap is blue and i made them a demon angel hybrid cause they ae a little shit#Dream is a a chicken dragon hybrid that is burnt yes He is Kinda a swad get over it#Passive and nightmare are two different Aus get over it#dream sans#art#my oc art#undertale#sans au#artists on tumblr#content creator#creator owned#digital artist#oc art#oc#Not forced god#I haven't made classic#Or any one else then thise here#Ink is a immature little shit
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angelic alteration
om brothers x reader
wc : 1.k
warnings: nsfw, corruption kink based
synopsis : when Solomon and Diavolo can't fix the problem, it's up to Mc
a/n : thought the angel event (og) could use some more spice so I poured my entire spice rack on it
âMcâŚIâm afraid we have bad news.â
You sighed into the receiver, âYeah? You guys canât reverse the magic, can you?â
âNope!â Solomon chirped cheerfully, âDiavolo and Michaelâs magic mixed together too strongly for us to reverse ourselves. Youâll just have to wait for them to go back to normal, orâŚâ
âOrâŚwhat?â
âWell, this is just a theory, but what if you just corrupted the angelic magic and forced their demonic sides back out?â
âCorrupted, huh..? I like the sound of that.â
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âI can feel the magic trying to stop meâŚhow. stupidly. annoying.â Lucifer accentuated each word of his complaint with a sharp thrust, face pinched in concentration as sweat beaded at his temple.Â
He���d be damned if something as trivial as a hexed bracelet from the celestial realm kept him from indulging in you, the one temptation he would never dare ignore.Â
Your nails dug crescent moons into his shoulders, thighs squeezing at his hips tightly as you moaned and panted beneath him. âLu-ci-fer! S-slow d-own!âÂ
He growled and sped up in response, snapping his hips into you harshly, âHow dare they try to turn me back? I am the Avatar. Of. Pride!â Once again, each word was accentuated with a thrust, making his cock hit deeper and deeper each time.Â
And he was so fucking proud each time he had you a moaning mess underneath him, crying out his name, begging him not to stopâ you made his sin flood his entire body every time.Â
An electric charge cracked through the air for a brief second before the bangle broke in half, magic forcibly shattering under Luciferâs sheer prowess.Â
He grinned sharply, capturing your legs against your chest in a mating press as he went even harder. His wings shedded to black, spanning out proudly behind him as the halo melted down into his horns.Â
âIâm going to ruin you, do you hear me? Youâre not leaving this bed- not tonight, or in the morning, or maybe even until tomorrow afternoonâŚIâm keeping you until Iâve had my fill.â
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The sight of Mammonâs blue eyes peering up while his mouth was busy pleasuring you had always been a pretty sightâ the shimmering halo was only a little bonus this time.Â
But you wanted his horns to hold onto. âJust like that, MamsâŚdoing so well, pretty boy.â Your hips rocked over his mouth, grinning down at him with gold flickering in your eyes.Â
He was all about giving now that the bangle had taken hold, which even before, Mammon always keened when you sat on his face and just used him.Â
The second born was moaning and whining and whimpering against your skin as his tongue lapped up everything he could, âMmph- like this? âM I doing good, Mc?âÂ
âY-yeah, baby, fuckâ so goodâŚâ you carded your fingers through Mammonâs hair, feeling him get more and more excited before you lifted up off his face.Â
And he was absolutely distraught with the lack of your taste, desperate cry leaving him as he tried to chase after you. âNo, no, no! Mc, please, come backâ wasnât done, wanna taste you still, wanna make you feel good, please!âÂ
The laugh you let out made him whine even louder, fingers gripping frantically at your thighs. It was like a switch flipped, magic being overtaken by his greed.Â
His eyes flickered gold like yours, a whiny growl escaping him. He forced you on your back within a second, mouth working at you even more desperately now as he held you down and took what he wantedâ and he wanted to make you cum.Â
âJusâ let me, please let me make you cumâ you taste so good, Mc, I donât wanna stop. Want you to scream my name and yank my hair, grip my horns, just give me more- more, more, more!âÂ
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A small shriek left Levi when you rammed against his prostate, hiccuped cries of your name following. His back arched, wings flaring out behind him, making you hit even deeper spots inside of him.Â
With his new attitude, heâd been letting everyone else spend time with you and he was finally feeling the built up envy creep along his spine, right beside the spikes of pleasure.Â
âAwwâŚlook at you. So sweet for me, huh? Why so shy, Levi? Wasnât this what you meant about strengthening connections?âÂ
Garbled sounds left him, courtesy of your fingers stuffed in his mouth. His eyes rolled back, hands gripping at your hips desperately, though it wasnât clear if he was pushing you away or pulling you closer.
âHow am I gonna know Iâm doing good if you donât tell me, âvi? Câmon, sweet thing, tell me. Or do you not want me?âÂ
It was like you asked the unthinkable. A loud whine left him and his tail returned, knocking the halo right off his head before it coiled around your abdomen.Â
âNo! I want you, I want you so badly, please keep fucking meâ donât stop, donât stop, donât stop!â Diamond shaped scales scattered across his body as the magic wore out.Â
You cooed, thrusting into him sharply, making his body lurch, âGood boy, Leviathan..âÂ
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âFuck!â Satan cries out, fingers digging into his white wings to try and keep them from fluttering. His back arched almost painfully, loudly begging you to keep going.Â
âOh, look at youâŚâ the coos that left you made him flush red, giving you a great sense of satisfaction. This was the most heâd been riled up since putting that ridiculous bangle on.
Your thighs were burning at the unforgiving pace you were riding him at, beads of sweat splashing onto his skin, so you decided to change the game a little.Â
âCome on, Tannie, if you want it, work for it.â You settled your weight on top of him, ceasing your movements as you cockwarmed him instead.Â
A displeased growl comes from the back of his throat, eyes snapping open with a glowing green. âMc, move! Please!âÂ
Slowly, the halo above his head began to flicker and dim before it shattered, dissipating in the air. Another growl escaped him as his wings followed suit, tail lashing out like a whip.Â
âThatâs itâ câmon-!â You gasped when he yanked you forwards, chest pressing against his as his tail locked you in place. The only sounds that could leave you now were broken moans as he fucked you almost viciously.Â
âYou know how I feel about you fucking. teasing. me. Feels good doesnât it? Yeah? Cause Iâm not stopping. âM not stopping until I physically canât fuck you anymoreâ fuck, I needed you.âÂ
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Unabashed moans echo off the walls of Asmoâs bathroom as the fifth born writhes under your touch. The sound of water sloshing makes his cheeks burn fiery red and the sound of you moaning back at him makes it even worse.Â
âW-wait! You d-donât have toâ oh!âÂ
âShh, AzzyâŚâm just taking care of you. You were so hard and achingâŚcould see it even though you tried to hide under the water.âÂ
The white feathers ruffled with pleasure (slowly shedded away and turning back), hips jerking frantically to chase the pleasure. The bangleâs magic was completely buried under how hot you made him feel and the feeling of you licking along the edges of his leathery wings increased it ten fold.Â
âYes, Mc, like thatâ donât stop, just like that, just like that!â Amso curled over on you, horns knocking against your shoulder as he cried out even louder.Â
You fisted his cock harder and swiped your thumb over the tip relentlessly, âYeah? Made you feel so good, you corrupted yourself, huh? Pretty little AzzyâŚcome on, cum.âÂ
The squeal he let out cracked halfway through, broken cries of your name following like a mantra. His hand encased yours, making sure you didnât stop jerking him off.Â
âK-keep going, donât stop! Wanna cum for you again ân again, gotta make up for when I was giving you away to the others, please, please, let me cum again for you!â
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âH-haaahâŚah! M-McâŚwhatâre you..o-oh..doing?âÂ
âYou said it made you happier seeing others get to eat, soâŚâ you hummed, licking your lips before digging your tongue back into the slit of his cock, âIâm just..enjoying my mealâŚâÂ
Beel had always lost his cool when you went down on him, finding your mouth to be too good at pleasuring him. The growl he let out was something only a demon could make.Â
The glowing of the bangle did nothing to deter youâ in fact, you only laughed and peered up at him with the red sin of gluttony swirling through your irises. With another hum, you enveloped his cock in your mouth and forced your head as far down as you could, swallowing around him.Â
He tried so hard to not buck into your mouth or grip at your head as the magic worked to keep his ravenous nature at bay, butâŚthatâs just not who he was anymore.Â
âCâmon, BeelieâŚwant you to cum in my mouth, I wanna taste you..pretty please? Let me have itâŚâÂ
A low groan fell past his lips, hips finally jerking up and accidentally making you choke. A rushed apology was given as his fingers tangled in your hair and gently guided your head at a faster pace.Â
The beating of his insectual wings was rapid as he got closer, magic completely dissipating when he let out a sound akin to a small roar, grabbing at his own horns when he came.Â
Watching you pull away with visibly stuffed cheeks, slowly working on swallowing it all (though drops still ran down your chin) made a sharp pang shoot through him.Â
âThank youâŚyou always make me feel so good, McâŚbut..now âm hungry. Let me return the favor..wanna taste you too.âÂ
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âA-are you sureâŚthis is o-okay?â Belphie chokes out quietly, hands pressing down on your hips to keep you pinned to the bed with your knees bent to your sides.Â
Your fingers curl in the sheets, body lurching forward at each thrust, âyeah, âs okayâ feels good, doesnât it? Youâre doing so good, BelâŚâÂ
The clipped whines and gasps that Belphie was making made his cheeks flair with an embarrassed flush; but you were right. It felt so. fucking. good. And he didnât think he ever wanted to stop.Â
Through the pleasure, it was easy to ignore the glowing bangle on his wrist and the voice in the back of his head telling him that he should have more reservations- that he shouldnât be doing thisâ that voice wasnât even his. Belphie wanted this, he did!Â
As your hands stretched back to claw at his lower stomach, you moaned out his name and wiggled your hips, begging him to go faster.Â
âPlease, BelâŚknow you can go f-faster than this, want you to fuck meâ please, please, please! Donât wanâ you to be an angel, want you to be my demon again-!âÂ
Magic cracked in the air, sending the hair on the back of your neck rising before a familiar tail curled around your stomach and yanked your lower half higher up, forcing your chest further into the mattress.Â
The attic bed creaked with the force he slammed into you at, whines mixing with growls now; his horns pressed against your skin as he rested his forehead against your back, making it arch even more.Â
âYeah? You want me to fuck you senseless again? Couldnât even go a couple days without having me play with you, fuck, youâre such a slut for me.â
#obey me x reader#om x reader#obey me smut#om smut#lucifer x reader#om lucifer#lucifer smut#mammon x reader#om mammon#mammon smut#leviathan x reader#om levi#leviathan smut#satan x reader#om satan#satan smut#asmo x reader#om asmo#asmo smut#beel x reader#om beel#beel smut#belphie x reader#om belphegor#belphie smut
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The comedic potential of Aziraphale loving Christmas in theory but hating it in reality, which gives him catholic guilt/bad angel feelings, so he triples down on Christmas spirit to compensate. He's decking the halls like no tomorrow, he's partidging that pear tree, ohhh he's jingling those bells alright and cooing over the love in the air and isn't it wonderful Crowley, the spirit of christmas my dear, i may have done a little miracle and made it snow in Tadfield, Crowley. Meanwhile he's holed himself up in the bookshop like its under seige from guerilla christmas shoppers, he can't seem to get a single cup of cocoa that doesn't have peppermint in it, 4 children this week have poked him in the belly and asked him if he's santa clause, and to top it all off Mr. Brown has asked him to play the role of Gabriel in the Whickber street Nativity Play.
Crowley's in the corner watching the angel's eye get progressively twitchier and using up his entire demonic miracle quota to make sure Aziraphale's cup never empties of blindingly acoholic eggnog.
#Crowley loves christmas because he gets to phone it in to head office#it was his idea to blare christmas music in every shop#an idea which has been unmatched in it's ability to foment low level simmering discontent#good omens#aziracrow#crowley#aziraphale#good omens fanfiction#sort of?#i just have strong feelings about xmas and mama knows a christmas hater in denial when he sees one#aziraphale this is an intervention. i give u permission to grinch out.
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crowley and aziraphale are so endearing in season 2 of good omens wtf âšď¸
#i was just looking for smth to watch in the background i didn't plan on being in my feelings about an angel and his demon boyfriend âšď¸#i blame my recent bouts of sickness. i may be a little depressed also âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸#when crowley threatened gabriel bcos he was worried something bad might happen to aziraphale âšď¸đŤś#good omens#tv shows
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PAIRING: demon!heeseung x angel!reader (f)
SUMMARY: in a world where you either become angels or demons in the afterlife, heeseung and you were fates of high ranking. despite all the strict rules cast upon you, you two couldn't help but drown in the forbidden feeling of your love.
WARNINGS: kinktober. frforbidden love, mentions of blood and wounds, angels and demons, lucifer and God (i do not intend to offend anyone), sexual tension, smut, dry humping, making out, missionary, this is basically love making, cream pie, unprotected sex (donât be silly, wrap your willy!) fluff, pet names (angel, baby), bad jokes abt heaven and hell (lame ik), lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.
PUBLISHED: 26th October 2024
WC: 3.7k
TAGLIST: (permanent) @stolasisyourparent @jaeyunsbimbo @jwnghyuns @bangtancultsposts @shawnyle @jooniesbears-blog @skzenhalove @ro-diaries @onlyhyunjin @xcosmi @strawberrhypen @heeheeswifey @destinyhoon @jakeflvrz @emislove @astratlantis @tunafishyfishylike @branchrkive @insommni4 @kirinaa08 @leiclerc @nxzz-skz @laurradoesloveu @beomluvrr @heeshlove (oneshot) @mitmit01 @lost-fantasy @annoyednblax @j1sb4e @eneiyri @strayy-kidz @victoriasvz @farashawhee @mheretoreadff @hazycottagedreams @kxppachu @rayofsunshineeee @moon368 @punchbug9-blog @strxwbloody @starggukies @wonbonie @304files @ethelia @moonpri @chuckychangmin @roslayy @cyjhhyj @iamliacamila @lanpanaz BOLDS COULD NOT BE TAGGED
NOW PLAYING: MATCH MADE IN HELL by Dutch Melrose and benny mayne
a/n: honestly (yet again) i donât really like how it turned out, lol. the smut is mid and isnât very filthy but hey, i tried. please lmk your thoughts and REBLOG to spread đŤśđŠˇ. iâm not sure iâll publish my other kinktober works (vampire sunghoon and werewolf jay), cause i wonât be able to finish them on time.
In a world where in the afterlife you become either angels and demons, based on the amount of sins one commits in their previous life, you were the wisest angel.
Of course, being Godâs right arm didnât always mean having cool jobs, like at that moment, while you were searching through all the death certificates of your chosen region to see who would become an angel and find him a place in heaven.
You remembered how it used to be overcrowded, but now it was almost empty.
After a certain amount of time, you stopped being someoneâs guardian angel to either reincarnate or stay the eternity in heaven, helping newbie angels and making sure everything was at peace.
Demons would always try to bring chaos into the mundane world, throwing unlucky cards or haunting peopleâs dreams, trying to drive them insane or make them commit crimes, such as murder, mugging or even as cruel as suicide.
At least, you were given a room to rest for a couple of hours and to be able to do your job properly.
It was white, mostly, with a little bit of beige and pinkish tone. Glittery as well.
Sitting on your desk, you were scanning through the nth file of the night when you heard a loud cracking sound and a groan behind you.
You turned around just to see that Heeseung had teleported there, a deep frown on his face caused by the even deeper cut in his chest, where blood was spilling out.
âHeeseung!â You gasped, and he stumbled as you stood up.
He was the nastiest demon of hell, you two had arrived around at the same time and had always been in a fight since the beginning of your astral days.
Heeseung chuckled, his face paler than usual as he clutched the gash on his chest âItâs just a little cut.â He tried to brush it off, though you were sure if any human had that kind of injury, it wouldâve been fatal.
He limped forward, leaning against the wall, giving you one of his usual cocky smirks âNo need to worry.â
His smirk wouldâve even been hot if he wasnât bleeding out in the middle of your room, which happened to also be in heaven, a place he definitely shouldnât be.
Heeseung couldnât die because, well, he already did. But the healing process wouldâve hurt as much as dying another time would.
You hurried towards him, forgetting the work on your desk as you helped him on the bed âWhat happened?â
He groaned loudly, lowering himself onto the bed and flopping onto it as he clutched his chest, trying to keep the blood from gushing out of his body.
Heeseung hissed, looking up at you with a frown. "Got into a little fight", He muttered, "Can't you just heal me up?" He asked, tilting his head to the side slightly as he smiled at your worried expression.
âWith who?â You asked as you unbuttoned his mutilated black shirt and winced when you noticed in what state his skin was.
Dark blood spilled out of the gash, his veins had turned black from some kind of venom you couldnât quite point out âOr what..?â You asked, knowing it wasnât made from mere humans or other kinds of demons.
He knew it wasn't a pretty sight. The pain was bearable for him but seeing you so worried made him hate being injured.
Heeseung looked to the side, avoiding your gaze. "You know I can't tell you..." He murmured, his voice low with a hint of guilt.
You frowned, hating that he had to keep it a secret âI donât care about this hell versus heaven issue,â You snapped, feeling highly frustrated in that situation, âI know youâre hiding your aura so that God wonât sense you here, but you must tell me what hurt you so badly.â
He knew you only wanted the truth, and he didn't like lying to you. â I can't tell you what hurt me," He whispered, his voice filled with pain that he hid behind his stubborness.
He looked at you, his eyes pleading as he reached to cup your chin in his palm. "Please, stop asking me, angel."
You sighed softly. No pain was comparable to seeing him hurt, âOkay,â You breathed out âIâll see if I have some healing potion, it should help you.â
He nodded his head slightly, giving you a weak smile âIâd appreciate that.â
Heeseung laid in the bed, his chest feeling heavy with the pain. He didn't dare move to watch you as you frantically searched the drawers, trying to find the potion that would help him.
You opened and reopened drawers in desperate search of the healing potion, but nothing seemed to come to you.
âIâm sure I put it here somewhere,â You murmured as you threw out of your drawers white clothings and other items.
The panicked look in your eyes made his heart ache. He didn't want you to worry so much about him.
Heeseung sat up slowly, wincing as he did so. He reached out towards you, his voice strained as he spoke. "Angel, come here."
âNo,â You frowned, not even turning around to look at him âI have to find it- I must.â
He let out a small sigh when you refused to come towards him. He could sense your anxiety rising as you scoured the room for the potion.
âY/N,," He said, his voice firm but laced with desperation. "Please. come here. You don't need to find it for me right now, just come here."
âIâm sorry,â You whispered as you turned around. The blood dried a little, fortunately the flow had stopped completely.
You moved to the bed, sitting beside him as you adjusted the pillow behind his back.
âDonât apologise,â His voice was a little too soft for a demon, âI just need you with me right now.â
You chuckled softly, âThis looks like a bad joke. An angel worried about a demon.â
A light, amused smile appeared on his face. "It does sound quite ironic, doesn't it?"
He continued, âBut I suppose it just shows the power of love, breaking boundaries even between heaven and hell."
You looked at him and nodded, intertwining your hands together, âIt indeed is powerful.â
You looked at his gash again, it would take at least a whole day for it to fully close, and a week too for the scar to fade away.
At least, he was in your bed and not somewhere in hell-
bed. bed. under the bed you had some healing potion.
Thatâs where you had secured it. You jumped off the bed and quickly kneeled to rummage through the boxes.
He looked up in surprise at you when you jumped up so suddenly, his grip on your hand loosening as you rushed towards the bed.
He watched, a puzzled expression on his face, as you knelt down and started to rummage under the bed âWhat are you doing, angel?"
âHere it is!â You exclaimed, holding up a casket with bottles of healing cream.
He smiled faintly at your enthusiasm. "I can't believe it was right under the bed this whole time," He said, shaking his head slightly in amusement.
You helped him lay on the bed again, making sure he was comfortable. You opened the small bottle and poured some of its contents into your hand.
âThis will help your healing process,â You informed as you opened his shirt better, âBut it might hurt⌠a lot.â
Heeseung gave you a quick nod and you gently put the cream on his wound.
He hissed and gripped the sheet beneath him, trying to breath in as much air as he could as his skin burned.
âShhh,â You soothed, putting the bottle on the ground and caressing his face âDon't fight it baby, itâll be alright.â
âThis ainât got nothing on me,â He murmured, trying to be strong for the both of you.
The pain was just like dying another time, his skin was slowly healing, but by doing that his body would suffer.
Heeseungâs eyelids slowly grew heavy until they shut because of the pain.
You stayed with him the whole time, until his body stopped rocking in tremors and his skin stopped sweating cold.
He woke up just a couple of hours later, thanks to his high dark aura, making it easier for the healing cream to work.
His chest had been wrapped in a bandage, now being shirtless, just with his black jeans.
His eyes opened, taking in the light colours of your room. You sat beside him, continuing with your heavenly task, but also willing to stay by his side.
Heeseung groaned lowly, his body feeling heavy and sore from the intense pain he had undergone.
He looked around for you, his eyes landing on your figure sitting beside him.
âAngel.." he muttered, his voice weak and hoarse.
You widened your eyes at hearing his voice and quickly discarded the documents on the bed âHey,â You whispered, turning toward him.
He could feel the effects of the potion, making his body stronger by the minutes âHow long was I out for?â He asked.
âNo more than a couple of hours,â You informed him, brushing his bangs away.
He nodded, wincing slightly as he moved to sit up in the bed.
Heeseung looked back at you, his eyes meeting yours. "Still doing your work, huh?â He asked, gesturing at the closed documents and pen beside you.
âAngel duties.â You shrugged, giving him a small smile âHow are you feeling?â
âIâm doing okay,â You replied, sitting upright âThe healing potion is working.â
âThatâs good.â You nodded, letting out a sigh of relief.
âThank you for healing me, angel.â He said, the look in his eyes full of love and devotion.
You smiled gently, âIâm glad you came to me.â
He took your hand in his, âWhere else would I go, if not to you?â He gave your hand a gentle squeeze âYouâre my safe haven, Y/N.â
Your eyes softened at his words and something warm spread all over your chest. They then fell onto his lips, they looked so plump and soft. You had the urge to kiss him, but you couldnât.
It was impossible for angels and demons to kiss due to the curse cast upon them, a curse that would make their lips burn as soon as they met.
He sighed softly, Heeseung knew exactly what you were thinking. He was thinking the same, âWhat would I give just to taste your lips, even just once.â He murmured.
âMe too,â You frowned. âThis is so⌠unfair.â
He nodded in agreement, "It truly is unfair," He said, his voice filled with suppressed anger.
"I wish I could pull you in my arms, hold you close, and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. And most of all, I wish I could kiss you, feel the softness of your lips against mine."
You shivered at his words, each one igniting a fire inside of you that could no longer be contained. You needed him and you needed him to need you back.
Still, you joked, trying to lighten the mood âYou seem a little too soft for a demon.â
He chuckled softly, a hint of sheepishness in his voice. "I know, I know," He replied, a small smile on his face. âI suppose you bring out the softer side in me, angel.â
You traced your fingers on the bandage you used to cover up his gash, for finally just a small amount of blood had dirtied it âDoes it still hurt?â
âNo, not anymore.â He gave you a reassuring smile âItâs just a little sore now, nothing I canât handle.â
Even if his reply was really important, you couldnât seem to hear it as your eyes settled on his lips.
You moved unconsciously closer to him, and he noticed, licking his lips.
Heeseung held his breath as you leaned closer to him, his heart fluttering in his chest. He could feel the warmth of your skin, the gentle scent of your hair, and the soft touch of your breath against his face.
In a moment of lucidity, you shook your head and moved away. You craved his kiss, but you couldnât hurt him just because of your selfishness.
âWould it be worth it?â You asked, your voice soft âIf we kissed?â
He held your gaze for a moment, his eyes searching yours. He could see the determination in your eyes, the willingness to ignore the consequences.
âGod help me," He muttered, his desire outweighing his caution.
He pulled you closer, his hands on your waist, and gently guided you onto his lap.
âNot the best thing to say in heaven.â You chuckled as you settled on his lap, holding yourself up on his shoulders.
âI donât want to hurt you.â You murmured, making sure not to add too much pressure on his aching body.
"Well, I'm not exactly welcome in heaven, arenât I?" Heeseung shook his head slightly, his hands gentle on your waist. "Don't worry about me, angel," he whispered. "I can handle a little pain if it means I can hold you like this."
He moved your hair out of your eyes as you sighed at the contact âYouâre so beautiful.â He stated. âYou too,â You replied.
âYou truly are an angel.â He caressed your cheek, tracing your featured âAnd youâre mine.â
You smiled back at him, and for a moment he didnât even look like a demon. He looked like a human boy, holding his lover in his arms and not caring about anything in the world but for you.
And well, the worst part was that you loved him to the extreme as well.
You knew Heeseung was capable of breaking heaven and rule hell if he wanted, but he would never even consider it if it had the chance to hurt you.
He would set the world on fire to keep you warm, crave out his own wings to give them to you.
And you were no better, you thought youâd turn your back on heaven the second someone threatened to hurt him.
âWhat happensâŚâ You murmured âIf heaven or hell take me away from you?â You needed to hear his answer, to hear just how much he cared about you.
The thought of losing you, of heaven or hell separating you, was something he couldn't bear.
He looked into your eyes, his voice low and filled with determination. "I'll burn down heaven and hell themselves before I let them take you away from me," He said fiercely.
Heeseung pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you protectively. "Nothing, not heaven or hell, can keep me from you."
At his words, you moved your face closer to his, feeling the ghost of his lips on yours, the electricity between the two of you.
His eyes flicked down to your lips, his own parting slightly in anticipation. He ached to close the distance, to feel the softness of your mouth against his.
His voice a strained whisper. "Y/N."
âHeeseung,â You whispered back âPleaseâ kiss me, even if it hurts.â
The thought of the pain they would endure paled in comparison to the aching emptiness of not kissing you.
He took a deep breath, his voice a hoarse murmur âDamn it, angel. you'll be the death of me."
âToo bad youâre already dead.â Since he wasnât closing the distance, you did.
You crashed your lips together in a desperate kiss. But as you braced yourself for the stinging sensation, it didn't come.
You pulled away, a surprised frown forming on your face âW-what?â
Heeseungâs expression mirrored yours, stunned, coating his sharp features.
âMaybe the curse was a lie.â You exclaimed âMaybeââ
âI donât care.â Heeseung breathed out as he pressed his lips against yours once again.
The only thing he wanted was to focus on the sweet taste of your lips against his, the sound of your moans being swallowed in the kiss.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and sighed softly, drowning in the feeling of him.
His usual cold skin was now burning hot, even so the mere contact made you shiver.
âI love you,â He whispered on your lips, âEven if my heart canât beat, I can feel it within me.â
You could feel his growing desire under you, making your body ache for him, âI can feel it too.â You whispered, taking one of his hands and guiding it to the middle of your chest âThe pull.â
âFuck,â He groaned and kissed you hard again.
âNo curse words in heaven.â You murmured on his lips, making him smile.
The kiss was hot and anything but pure lust. âYou drive me insane.â Heeseung murmured âDamn it, Y/N. The things I want to do to you.â You knew you shouldnât feel that way, towards a demon. It was against every rule set in heaven.
But who cared? With every swipe of his tongue against yours, you couldnât even remember what was your porpoise in there.
Unconsciously, you ground your hips on his, making him groan in your mouth.
One of his hands cradled your head, massaging your scalp and pulling your hair gently.
You hummed, loving the way he was so gentle with you.
You placed one of your hands on his chest, but gasped as you felt the bandage. He was still hurt, you couldnât do it.
But Heeseung just smiled and held your body against his as he turned you around, so you were the one laying on the bed.
He unbuttoned his jeans and kicked them off, as well as his underwear.
You looked down at him and lord, if you didnât need him. He wasnât huge, but he was long and thick and eveything you ever wished for.
âI need in you so bad angel,â He murmured, prepping kisses down your neck âCan I have you, hm?â
Mindlessly, you nodded. You thought that if he even asked you to give everything up and run away, youâd agree right away.
His hands roamed your body, groping your breast, then down your stomach as he sucked on your skin, leaving reddish marks.
Not even caring about the consequences, your hands tangled in his locks, encouraging him to continue.
In just a matter of seconds, your clothes were forgotten on the floor as he took in the sight of you. So ethereal and so his.
Heeseung licked his bottom lip and leaned in to kiss you once more, âIt might hurt.â He informed.
You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing his chest flush to yours âI want the pain. I told you youâre worth it.â
His hips unconsciously bucked at your words, making his forehead press against your shoulder.
Heeseung took his length in his grasp and aligned with your entrance, âIf you need me to stop or slow down, tell me.â
You nodded, breathing out a quick reply before he pushed himself in.
You had expected it to hurt, to burn the same way your kiss shouldâve. But all you could feel was him and the sweet sensation it sent through your body.
Heeseung groaned, your walls hugging him so tightly. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to go at a slow pace.
âYouâre so perfect.â He murmured, kissing your collarbone âYouâre just so perfect, I donât know how you ended up with someone like me.â
You shook your head, wanting to tell him he was wrong but his pace quickened and each thrust sent ripples of pleasure through your body.
âI love you too.â You replied to his previous confession âSâmuch.â
His hips stilled at your words, his breath hitching. And then, his pace resumed, quickened as he held himself up.
He rested one of your legs on his shoulder and lightly kissed your ankle.
âSo good, angel.â Heeseung grunted, the sound of skin slapping filling the heavenly room.
âUgh!â You exclaimed as he hit a certain spot that made your toe curl âThere, Hee, there.â
âGot it.â He chuckled and deepened his thrust, repeatedly hitting that spot, âFound your sweet spot, mh?â He asked, his voice low and husky.
Heeseung looked so perfect, his muscled body on full display, the bandage wrapped around his torso and his bangs sticking to his forehead.
He bit his bottom lip as he tried not to release before you, one of his hands moving down to circle your clit, wanting to bring the both of you to the edge at the same time.
Your body shook in tremors as he did, the pleasure almost too much.
Your back arched as you breathed out his name, needing him to stop and continue at the same time.
âJust a little more, baby.â He snapped his hips faster, letting your ankle go and hovering over you.
Both of your breaths mended, just panting onto each othersâ lips as you felt your orgasm approaching.
You cradled his face in your hands and kissed him hard, teeth clashing.
You squeezed your eyes shut as you reached the edge, your body shaking. Heeseung throbbed at each clench of your pussy around him, emptying his seed inside of you.
His hips slowed, but he didnât pull out. He intended staying like that for as long as he could.
He laid beside you not to crash you, but not even having the energy anymore to hover your figure.
He wrapped his arms around your body and held you close to your chest, âI donât ever want to let go.â
âDonât.â You stated, holding onto him for dear life âDonât ever let me go.â
âAs long as youâll let me.â He whispered and kissed you again, deeply and slowly. For all the times he had wanted to kiss you but couldnât because of the nonexistent curse.
Oh, but if only you knew the curse existed, but didnât work for those who were soulmates in their past lives.
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Says Who? | demonrry
Summary: Y/n goes to an underground club and meets the devil and she'll never ever forget it.
A/N: Something filthy and fun for Halloween! Not really scary, mostly just a smutty thing!
Word Count: 3.1k
Warning: smut, filth, spitting, major MAJORÂ size kink, creampie, unprotected public sex, Harry's a demon (or maybe he's just a dick - you choose)
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Y/n could feel the base vibrating through to her marrow. The whole club was alive, a sticky hot sea of sweaty, dancing bodies, strobing lights, god-awful costumes.
She was less concerned about her white angel wings getting dirtied than she was about her drink getting something tossed into it. Some of the people making eye contact with her were⌠she didnât know, but perhaps sheâd keep her distance.
Though, as she looked down into her plastic cup, she realized it was all but pink melted ice. If she wanted something to worry about (other than her delicate white wings) sheâd need a refill.
She figured she put a little too much effort into her costume. Her angel wings were made of real feathers and lace, lined with ribbing to make them look real, and her gauzy smock dress left little to the imagination for what she wore under. Of course, she doused herself in a healthy amount of soft shimmer and glitter and attempted to do the perfect winged liner âit wasnât perfect, but it was pretty damn near close.
She'd gone alone to the club. A maybe not-so-smart move in retrospect, but still. She was there and she wanted to do something she'd never done before. Something outside of her comfort zone. Maybe even a little dangerous for once in her life.
The bar was packed with bodies, all lined up for a drink. Y/n waved her arm in the air, hoping to get the attention of the lone bartender. The poor guy was running his ass off and she could see sweat stains under his arms. It was rather stifling in the building.
Suddenly a very warm hand was pressed into her back, hot palm burning through the thin fabric of her dress down to her skin, âYou donât need another drink, Y/n.â
Turning to her right she saw a man with an imposing stature standing over her, his massive mitt cradling his own cup as he looked down at her, green irises practically glowing.
âSays who? Iâve only had one anyway. And how do you know my name?â
The grin that stretched over his face caught her off guard. He was handsome. She let her eyes wander from his broad shoulders up his neck and to the top of his head. He had thick dark waves with small pointed horns sticking out of the top just so. They looked real. The devil. How fitting a costume for a man who looked like that.
âYour name is printed on your cup,â he pointed. Y/n had forgotten that everyone was given a cup upon entry, their name scrawled across the smooth plastic, and told not to lose it. It was one of those underground club events and the cup was like your ticket to get in once you'd passed the initial pay-to-enter area.
She laughed and smiled, âOh, I forgot,â she looked down at his cup again, noticing large rings adorning his thick fingers, âHarry.â
âWhatâs an angel doing in a place like this anyway?â
Another laugh puffed from behind her lips before she used her tongue to wet her parched mouth, âItâs a club. I donât know. Saw an ad and it sounded fun. Why? Should I be worried?â Y/n bit her lip for effect. She wasnât worried. But she did like this manâs vibe. He was flirty without being overt, his warm hand still sprawled along her back, face dangerously close.
âYou should be worried. This is not a safe place, Y/n,â an evil smile worked its way over his features. He was teasing. Or maybe he wasn't.
She shrugged and looked up at him through her lashes before releasing her bottom lip, âBut youâre here,â she looked back over her shoulder at the wild crowd behind them, âYou gonna keep me safe from all the bad guys?â
âIs the angel asking the devil to watch over her tonight?â His grin grew lopsided, a dimple digging into his skin. God, he was attractive.
âMaybe. But you wonât let me get another drink so I donât knowâŚâ
His eyes scraped over her face and down to her angel outfit, auditing, before he pushed into her back, moving her toward him closer. She watched him sit his cup down on the syrup-smeared bartop before his hand found her jaw, fingers digging into the soft part under her mandible, âOh youâre parched, are you? Open up for me, angel.â
She felt her body swell and seethe in heat from his bold ask. But what else was she there for that night but to have a little fun with a stranger? So she parted her lips, slowly opening wider as he dipped over her frame and tilted her neck back until she felt the warm glob of saliva land on the tip of her tongue. She let out a pathetic moan when he licked over her lips, his spit moistening the dry skin like he was making sure she knew whose spit was sliding down her throat.
âDid you swallow for me?â He asked cooly as he kept her jaw in his hand.
Knocking her head up and down she kept her eyes on his and then suddenly she was being pulled away from the bar. He had an arm tucked around her waist, keeping her next to his warm frame until theyâd moved into the shadowy edges of the club and he prodded her into a small space between a column and a metal air duct before he was pushing his hips and mouth against hers.
He tasted like autumn outdoors, hay, spit, burning leaves⌠Running her fingers into his hair she felt his hand on her hip, bunching at the sheer fabric until he was reaching into the thin wispy lace of the top of her white panties, palm gliding down her belly button until the pads of his fingers were pressed in a place she would normally never let a stranger touch. Especially not in public.
But it was Halloween, and this was what sheâd been looking for. Something a little dangerous, a little crazy. This was the kind of place where one could get away with such iniquities.
Soon, the only thirst that remained was to feel more of him. To feel his hands, his fingers⌠He smoothed his tongue against hers as his middle finger rubbed tightly over her exposed clit after he'd torn the delicate fabric of her underwear. She was throbbing against him. Wetting his digits slowly until it was slippery and he could easily slide one and then two inside of her cunt.
âLove when I make angels wet. Youâre just a good girl but this is exactly what you were looking for, wasn't it?â
She moaned and yanked his hair, hoping heâd put his lips back against hers. She loved his mouth, loved how he kissed her all dirty and raw.
âYesâŚâ She blinked up at him and then gasped when he shoved a third fat finger inside of her hole. It made her wobble forward into him, her cheek pressed into his solid chest. He fucked her just like that, on his fingers as he kept whispering into her ear, âGonna change your life tonight angel. Show you what it feels like to really get off.â
Her mouth was wide open as he slid his fingers so deep she was certain nothing had ever gone in like that before. Not even Donnyâs hard prick felt like that (what a disappointment he had been).
âCanât even stand up straight and thatâs just my fingers in there little girl. What are you gonna do when itâs my cock splitting you in half, hm?â
She groaned as he continued pumping his fingers through her gummy insides and she gripped onto his biceps so she didn't simply wither to the floor.
Y/n didnât want anyone to see what was happening but it felt so good and she was so close. Already. The heel of his palm was bumping, sliding into her clit with every thrust of his wrist and she swore he was fucking into her to the beat of the bassy electronic music.
Her head began to spin and her ears were ringing, muffling the noise of the crowd and the music when she felt the delicious release of her orgasm.
Harry pushed her back into the wall quickly when he felt her shaking and with his free hand he held her face, smushing her cheeks with his thumb at one side and his pointer finger on the other, âLook at me when you come. Your orgasm belongs to me. Fuck thatâs so prettyâŚâ
She was stunned. It felt so good. Her body was writhing and being pushed and pulled at the hulking manâs direction. He guided her through it, plunging his fingers inside of her and dragging them over her slick spongy spot at the front of her wall. It was like heâd found a hidden switch within her insides and turned it on for her.
âYou gonna keep being a good girl for me? Let me claim you and fuck an orgasm out of you on my cock this time? Want that, angel?â
Y/nâs rationale had gone out the window the moment he spit into her mouth and licked over her lips at the bar. So she nodded as he pulled his fingers from her cunt and brought all three, slimy, coated in her arousal, up to her lips, âOpen up that thirsty little mouth. Suck.â
She wrapped her lips around his fingers and he pushed them past her comfortable gag spot as he made haste with his other hand, undoing his pants before pulling out his dick.
Harry removed his hand from her mouth and pulled at her neck, "Take a look. Think it'll feel nice and snug inside that tiny little angel pussy?"
Y/n shifted her eyes down to the hot engorged dick the man had brushing against her, his tip wide and ruddy against her labia. She inhaled, looking up at the man and then back down at the size of him, "It's⌠I don't know⌠It's soâŚ" She bucked into him, feeling unsteady, her thighs still shaking.
"At least twice as big as what you've played with before. I know. But you get used to it. Come to love it. The way it plugs in so deep, carves into your insides, and makes a nice wet home⌠No one ever forgets it."
She clutched his forearm with a shaky hand and used her other to reach down and touch him. He was hot. So much warmer than she expected. Peering around his broad shoulders she could see people grinding and doing ungodly things on the dancefloor already. There were no rules in that club, except to not lose the cup you were handed when you paid to enter, and she'd already lost that at the bar somewhere.
When she felt him grip tight the meat of her thigh and perch it over his hip he slid his cockhead to her dripping seam and began to dip in.
"OohhâŚ" she warbled out a moan and then looked up at his handsome face, "MmmâŚ"
"Open that pretty mouth, show me your tongue."
She did what he said, parting her lips as her pussy spread open little by little. The feel of him slowly pushing into her was sticky, gooey, sharp. But the warm spit that dripped onto her tongue was salacious, made her pussy throb and flutter around his girth.
"There we go. Get that pussy spread apart for me. Let me have you, angel."
She was already letting him have her. She was his⌠whatever he wanted, however he wanted it. Right in front of everyone⌠sloppy, wet, deranged, disgustingâŚ
"Mm ahhhâŚ" she panted, her brows pushed together as he rutted in and in, filling up every bit of empty space she had available. Split open, stuffed full, slippery hot debauchery.
Harry threw his head back for a moment, basking in the tight pussy wrapped around him. Sopping. It was his chance to feel a bit of heaven.
Reaching down for her other thigh, he pushed her up and lifted her, making her wrap her legs around his waist so he could work into her deeper, really give her a taste of what the devil could do.
She yelped and gurgled wetly, eyes bulging as he buried himself in, "FuckâŚ"
"Yeah? Didn't know angels liked to say such words." He swiveled his hips, a harsh plunge in again, and the squelch of her pussy against his length meant she was as wet as she could possibly be. "Oh you're soaked, angel. No wonder you're so thirsty. All your juices are down here," He rocked up into her and she cried out, "So you can take me properly."
While no one much cared about the angel with her wings pressed into the wall, her legs wrapped around the devil's waist as he stuffed her pussy with his big cock, it was obvious what was going on in that dark little corner every time the strobe flashed over the pair copulating. If the look on her pretty face didn't give it away, all fucked out, wet lips parted, eyes rolling back into her head⌠it was the way the devil was rocking his hips sharply against her, making her legs shake with every thrust.
He knew he was hollowing her out, poking in beyond what was comfortable for her⌠he knew she'd never forget the way he felt inside of her. It'd stick with her forever and she'd never be able to come again without thinking about the devil.
She'd masturbate thinking about that night at the club and she'd release with the image of him inside of her. And any poor man who stuck his rinky dinky human dick into her pussy would never get her off âshe'd be thinking of Harry, the demon with the biggest cock she'd ever had. That would be the only way she'd ever be able to come. A curse, but also a blessing because now she'd always be able to get off to the memory of him no matter who was fucking her. Everyone else would pale in comparison⌠but that's what he loved so much about fucking sweet human girls. They never forgot his big cock and he owned them in a way. At least he owned their orgasms.
Slushy, gloopy, splatting⌠his long dick dragged and kissed against her sweetest spot and she felt the tingle and the ache of it as she bounced with every drive of his hips.
"Give me that come, angel. Right on my cock."
She inhaled sharply as he laved his tongue over her lips, slicking his saliva over her mouth and spitting onto her tongue again, "Mine. It's all mine, isn't it? Cunt will never feel it like this again but she'll remember who owns her won't she?"
Y/n was simply done for⌠her body was putty, molten liquid, dripping, bowing to his whim. His cock would be forever imprinted within her womb as she felt him slide through her channel, thick and throbbing - it was as if she could feel his bulbous cockhead pushing into her tummy, bulging at the front. Microscopic tears around her gaping, wet, stretched muscle she'd need to tend to later. All worth it to be fucked like that.
Her eyes were bleary as she looked at him when she began to come. He was right and she knew it. Her body would never forget it. She was ruined for him already as her vocal cords hitched up an octave and she made his favorite noise. Every dip of his broad crown through her gushing walls smeared his leaking slit against her cervix.
Harry watched the angel fall apart around his cock, face crumpled, body reveling in her release, toes curled in her shoes, but when she moaned his name and gazed into his eyes with droopy lids he couldn't hold back the way she was milking around him. He slammed into her, one brutal thrust, cock burrowing in as he splattered and pumped into her. His warm spend, a mucusy mural for her tight little wet walls. Like his signature left behind so anyone else who entered would know he'd been there. That everything inside of her cunt belonged to him because he'd already claimed itâŚ
She'd think about all that later. That she'd had unprotected sex with a stranger at a club. That he'd filled her with his sperm and spit into her mouth. She'd get tested and watch for her period and then get tested again. And when she turned out clean and not pregnant part of her would be disappointed that she didn't have some excuse to search for the man to let him know what he'd done so she could do it all over again with him. Get her brains fucked out and her little pussy stretched in a way that shouldn't have been as good as it was.
But she wouldn't regret that part. Her only rue that night would be that she hadn't gotten his last name or maybe a number. It was probably better to not know who he was, though. Because if she did she'd obsess. She'd fiend. She'd pine. She'd stalk. She'd make a fool of herself to just have another taste. And a guy like him would probably already be onto the next.
It was better to not know who he was because he wasn't really nice. When he was finished with her, when his come was fucked into her and he made her watch how he shoved it all back in with his huge cock, gripped her neck, and made her look at the way it dripped from her puffy, used pussy and how he took his dick and pressed it back into her stinging hole and told her to not to clean herself up âhe left. He dropped her down to her feet, tucked his big cock back into his pants, patted her hot little cheek, and walked off without even turning back to look or check on her.
She watched him disappear into the crowd with her torn panties at her hips and his come dripping down the inside of her legs, chest heaving, heart thrashing in her chest⌠Her back and her legs and her pussy ached but she'd have him again if he just came back. So, it was better to not know.
It was better to not know because maybe he actually was the devil.
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dolce and gabbana
pairing: san x guest! reader (fem)
genre: pure smut with a tiddlywink of plot
summary: san canât seem to get you off his mind after sitting next to you during the latest D&G showcase, so he has no choice but to get you on his dick instead.
w.c: 3.3k
warnings: some alcohol use, subby until heâs not! san, dommy mommy who folds instantly when san asserts himself! reader, both reader and san mutually go after one another despite knowing one of them is MARRIED (hoes will be hoes what can i say <3), readerâs husband is a dick ofc, misogyny (from said husband), cheating, seduction, exhibitionism, mommy/daddy kinkâŚ.. (iâm weak okay,,), teasing, ITS BIG BTW AND CURVEDâŚâŚ, only praise and pet names (omg who hacked k4s???), groping, fingering, kissing, dry humping on a couch in a very crowded room, one neck bite, san cums untouched, oral (receiving), squirting, one singular pussy slap, san puts reader into a mating press on her husbandâs side of the bed just for funsies, manhandling, size kink, breeding kink, creampies (sannie cums a lotttt)
a/n: as a pudding since day 1 i am in absolute shambles thanks for asking <3 and YES im very aware i posted yesterday but the fic demons cannot be silenced!!! and just fyi iâm sure san was very grateful and absolutely brimming with excitement to be at the show!! the way i wrote him here does not reflect his actual feelings towards anything,, its just a silly fic and i wrote what i wanted lol. also i wish i could tell you how many times âdolce and gabbana thatâs on my titties~â played in my head while i typed this out đđ (also i did not proofread this whatsoever so forgive me if there are errors) but anyways, i hope you enjoy :33
song recs: la romana by bad bunny, rover by kai, planet goddamn by mac miller
San knew eyes would be on him. Why wouldnât they be? He was dressed to the nines, his hair slicked back to showcase his alluring, feline-like eyes, his sharp, angular features that could give someone a fatal cut if they looked for too long, and most importantly, he was all decked out in a sleek black custom-made top that perfectly adorned his broad shoulders and chest, one that even cinched securely around his impossibly tiny waist. Of course it did. It had been custom fit and made just for his body. Even the tailor had jokingly mentioned that Michelangelo himself mustâve sculpted him to perfection in the heavens before San was born, but San wasnât laughing. He perfected his body through his own sheer willpower and determination alone, to be the best that he could be for his own self â and if people just so happened to drool over the results of his hard work, then that was simply a perk.
Holding his hand up to shield his eyes from the many camera flashes, he continued to make his way down the walkway, offering many of the starstruck guests a courteous, though charming smile, wondering if their wandering gazes were due to his breathtaking ensemble or what was sitting just below it. The thought tickled him. It continued to amuse him throughout the afternoon, taking picture after picture with eager guests and wealthy tycoons alike, quite pleased with himself when neither man nor woman could seem to control themselves around him, their eyes always drifting downwards to look San up and down like he were next up in an auction, their mouths pressed to their champagne flutes in an effort to quell the thirst they felt, their free hands lingering just a little too long on the small of his back when they bid farewell to him.
San relished the fact that these poor starving individuals could never get a taste of him, no matter how incredibly rich or influential they were. None of them would get a bite of the forbidden fruit without permission from God.
It was then that the show started, various eye-catching models sashaying their way across the aisle to showcase the latest D&G collection, all displaying their own unique set of features and charm. All flawless and angelic in their own right, but they were almost predictable in that way â like mannequins made solely for the rich and beautiful to gawk at. San couldnât help but look past them, only focusing on the expensive, tailor made clothes that were framing their perfect bodies. And after a while, he almost seemed to grow bored. Of what, exactly? He wasnât sure. Maybe it was the sheer gaudiness of it all, the lack of self awareness for things that really mattered in the modern world, and the almost nauseating amount of self-sucking the rich individuals around him seemed to be fond of doing. San wouldâve pondered it more when somebody near him gently patted his thigh, causing him to look down at the small manicured hand, the diamond ring around your finger glinting in the light like a warning sign.
âAre you bored like I am?â you whispered softly into his ear from beside him, giving him a quaint smile when he turned his head to face you.
San blushed, leaning slightly in your direction. âAm I that obvious?â
âNo, donât worry. None of these drones will be able to notice.â You motioned your head to the crowd around you, their phones in hand, all whispering to each other about how revolutionary the new collection was, despite it looking eerily similar to the fall one from the year before. âYou could whip your cock out and no one would bat an eye.â
âOh?â San studied your flirtatious smile, then looked down just to make sure his eyes hadnât deceived him. Yep, the ring was still there â and it probably cost more than a starter house. Delighted by your forwardness, San took it upon himself to tease you, reaching down to slowly unbutton his slim-fitted pants. âWell, if thatâs the caseâŚâ
Your cheeks turning bright red, you reached downwards to shield his crotch from view, looking up at him with wide eyes, your faces now impossibly close. âI-i was fucking with you! Donât actually take out your dickâŚâ
Sanâs sharpened eyes flitted from your gaze to your cherry red lips, letting go of his zipper to gently take your hand in his, pressing it firmly down onto his thigh. âYetâŚ?â he challenged huskily, wondering if you were like all the others and would yank your hand back, scoff in disgust, and pretend as if it had never happened. It was then that San felt you squeeze your warm hand into the meat of his thigh, your fingers just barely pressing into the inseam of his pants.
âYou can be a good boy and wait till the after party, canât you?â you asked in a lower, sultrier tone, pressing your lips to his cheek to leave your mark on him, your hand moving further up his thigh, only pulling away when you felt something hard press into your palm. Smiling sweetly, you leaned in again, this time allowing your lips to brush over his. âGood things come to those who wait.â
And just like that, you turned forward to focus on the models all gathering onto the stage at once along with the designers, clapping along with the rest of the crowd when they all took a bow. You blew a kiss to one of the designers who caught it and pretended to put it in his pocket.
Still breathless from your short encounter, San nudged your thigh with his own, biting into his lip and tasting the sweetness of your lipstick. You nudged him back, glancing at him through the corner of yours eyes, licking at your own lips, like a predator would before pouncing on their prey.
San couldnât believe he had finally met someone like you. There was a serpent in his garden â and he couldnât wait for it to swallow him up.
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The after party was predictable as always â strangers binge drinking and snorting powder off of your previously pristine marble tabletops, others telling embellished stories about their latest trip to their private islands to various locked-in acquaintances, some off doing god knows what in your many empty guest rooms, and you could not, for the life of you, care about what your husband was currently cackling over with his close friends, focusing on the crackling wood sitting inside the fireplace you were all huddled near. When you inevitably ran out of champagne, you patted your husbandâs leg so that he could remove his arm from your waist.
He looked down at you with indifference. âWhat is it?â
âI need more champagne, honey. Iâm going to get some.â
Your husbandâs face scrunched up. âHavenât you had enough? If you drink anymore, youâre going to lose your nice figure.â He looked to his friends for validation who simply nodded along in agreement.
Your husbandâs chauvinistic comments didnât bother you anymore, just his persistent presence in your life. He was like a mosquito that was always trying to drain you, one that you could never seem to swat away. Well, nothing a little dick couldnât fix. âThatâs funny, because I seem to recall the tailor coming in this morning for an emergency visit to alter a certain suit,â you mentioned, this time pushing your husbandâs arm away from you, surveying his now quiet friends with an unbothered look, before wandering off, not registering the insecurity driven ramblings that your husband was sending your way.
Once you made your way into the crowded loft, you searched your surroundings for what you were looking for, humming at the sight of the pretty boy from earlier sitting on the large plush couch in the corner, a half-empty champagne flute in hand, his attention on one of the models that had walked for your husbandâs collection a few hours earlier. He was even more handsome now that you could study his captivating details, your eyes drifting over his bulky frame, from his large arms and shoulders, to his delicate waist, and down to his spread thighs, zeroing in on what was between them, knowing that the beautiful stranger was blessed in more ways than one based off what you had felt earlier.
Without hesitation, you slowly made your way across the room, your stiletto heels digging into the fur carpet below with each concentrated step, licking your red lips when the model placed one of her hands on Sanâs thighs and squeezed it, his suddenly submissive expression causing more knots to form within your core. You were going to make him yours.
San could barely hear the pretty modelâs words over the loud music and the many overlapping voices inside the loft, not knowing what to say when she moved closer to him, clearly going in for the kill. It was then that someone stood over him, their heel nudging into his loafer. He looked up, his once hazy eyes opening wide at the sight of you standing above him with a bottle of champagne in one hand, your other hand already cradling his face. âM-missâŚthere you areâŚâ
âHere I am,â you purred, running your fingers along his jaw, satisfied with the fact that your lipstick print was still visible on his tan skin.
San gulped, just about spilling the drink he was still holding onto, unknowingly spreading his thighs open further, as if he was giving you an unspoken invitation to climb onto his lap.
Humming, you lowered yourself into his lap, your plush thighs and ass pressing snuggly against his lower half. âLook at you,â you cooed softly into Sanâs ear, not caring to give the now fuming model any attention, lowering the cold champagne bottle in between your bodies, chuckling at the soft whimper he let out when it pressed into the exposed sections of his skin. âYouâre such a good boy, saving a seat for Mommy like this. Arenât you, baby?â
âY-yes, I am, s-so good for youâŚâ
âThen, be good and open your mouth,â you purred, lifting the almost empty bottle and pouring some into your mouth. Sanâs jaw slowly dropped, not knowing that he was already beginning to drool. You didnât mind, clutching the sides of his heated face and pressing your parted lips onto his, transferring the sparkling alcohol to him, but not without running your tongue over his.
San brought his hands up near the sides of your ass, his fingers trembling, not knowing if he was allowed to touch you, whimpering into your mouth when you sucked the alcohol off of his tongue.
âYou can touch, baby.â You reached for his wrists and brought his hands underneath the hem of your short dress, gasping when he squeezed the softness of your ass in between his ringed fingers and began to slowly guide your hips, your clothed cunt rubbing back and forth over his stiffening cock. âMm, someoneâs eager, hm? Youâre a naughty one, making the main designerâs wife grind on your cock like this in front of everyone.â
âItâsâŚMommyâs faultâŚâ San murmured near your ear, rolling his own hips up into yours, making you feel every inch of his trapped throbbing cock each time he ground himself into you, biting into his lip at the sound of your breathless moans, swearing he saw your grimacing husband from over your shoulder.
âMy fault, huh? Mommy should make up for it, shouldnât she?â you sighed back onto his heated skin, pressing kiss after kiss onto his collarbones, dragging your tongue along the constellation of freckles he had on his neck, making him shudder underneath you.
âUh-huhâŚâ San moaned out, your hand suddenly squeezing into and sliding back and forth over his erection, your thumb repeatedly rubbing over the pronounced tip, knowing he was staining his expensive pants with sticky pre-cum. âF-fuck, Iâll cum if you keep doing thatâŚâ
âSo sensitive, baby, youâre so cuteâŚbut youâre not the only one, you know? Look what you did to Mommy~â You gave his balls a gentle squeeze just to hear him whimper, before letting go, instead reaching for his hand again and leading it between your legs, moving your soaked panties to the side just in time for San to fill you up with two thick fingers.
âYouâre so wetâŚâ San groaned, unable to keep himself from adding another digit inside your slick hole, beginning to pump them in and out of you, allowing the both of you to listen to the obscene squelching sounds your cunt made each time he finger-fucked you. Something switched inside of San when you began to whine and whimper, and fuck yourself back on his fingers, your eyebrows screwed upwards, begging him for more with your teary, half-closed eyes. âSo fucking wet just for me, huh? Hey, Miss, did you know your husband is standing just across the room? Think heâs hard knowing I just got his pretty little wife wetter than sheâs been in her entire life?â
âB-baby, donât tease me like that,â you whispered, not wanting the control you had over him to slip out of your grasp, grabbing onto his shoulders, accidentally causing pieces of his solid outfit to fall off and land onto the leather couch.
âItâs San, Miss, but you can call me Sannie if you wanna be a good girl for me,â he chuckled, shoving his fingers into you up to the knuckles, rolling your clit around underneath his heavy thumb. âAnd, Iâm not teasing you, my love, heâs really watching us, and he looks like he wants to kill me.â
Just as you looked behind you to catch your husbandâs displeased gaze, San began to ram his soaked digits into your spasming cunt, feeling his lips, tongue, and teeth on your neck. âO-oh my god, Sannie, oh, fuckkkkâŚâ
Just as your warm arousal began to pour out onto his fingers and lap, San bit down into the area where your neck and collarbone connected, letting out a few stunted groans, his hips jolting up into yours, coating the insides of his designer pants with white.
âDid you justâŚ?â you began, before San stuffed his fingers into your mouth, growing quiet and sucking your arousal off of them. He pulled them out with a pop, but you didnât even get the chance to continue your question because you were suddenly being lifted up into the air, strong hands clutching your thighs, your legs hooked around Sanâs waist.
Your defeated, emasculated husband was just a blur when San carried you through the crowded room and up the stairs, not stopping until he got to the largest room at the end of the expansive hallway.
âWhich side does your husband sleep on?â San asked, once he stood at the foot of the kingsized bed.
âOn the right. Why do youâO-oh,â you gasped as he quickly laid you out on the right side of the bed and lifted your dress up, forcefully spreading your thighs open so that he could bury his face in your cunt, repeatedly lapping at your slit and clit over your soaked panties until he couldnât take it, reaching up to tear your panties off with ease. âSannie, baby boy, whatâs gotten into you?â
San looked up at you with dark, dilated eyes, reaching up to his broad body to rip off the rest of his outfit, his solid muscles flexing as he closed his fingers around your waist, yanking you lower so that your cunt was closer to his face, looking like he was about to eat you alive. âDaddyâs hungry,â he simply replied, diving back into your cunt to lick and slurp up your juices, tonguing your hole just to feel you clench around him, his nose nudging your clit as he ate you out like a starved man.
Sooner or later, you began to shudder and pant, tugging at the ends of Sanâs sweaty hair, your thighs pressing into the sides of his head until he forcefully held them down, quickly moving his head up and down as he dragged his tongue roughly over your throbbing clit, his focused eyes never leaving yours. âS-sannie, Iâm really, fuckâ Iâm gonna cumâŚ!â
âCum for Daddy,â he demanded gruffly, stuffing three fingers into your cunt and pounding them into your g-spot, lifting your ass up with his other hand so that he could catch the stream of arousal that suddenly squirted out of you, some of it inevitably soaking into the satin sheets below you. San licked your juices from his lips, going down to give your puffy cunt one last lick to savor your taste, before standing up from the bed and unbuckling his pants.
âY-youâŚ.Did you get possessed by a demon?â you asked half-jokingly, unable to keep your thighs from trembling, wiping the sweat from your forehead with the back of your wrist.
âAnd if I did? Youâd still let me fuck you, wouldnât you?â San smiled devilishly, his dimples appearing, kicking off his pants and running his closed hand along his curved, dripping length. He pressed his thighs against the side of the bed, running the tip of his cock over your lips, watching fondly as you sucked and licked the beads of pre-cum that leaked from the slit.
âI would.â Lifting yourself up so that you could completely rid yourself of your disheveled dress, you reached up for the handsome stranger, licking the saltiness from your lips. âNow, come here and show Mommy just how much Daddy wants her.â
San wasted no time climbing back onto the bed and folding you up into a mating press, leaning back to send a few wads of spit onto your cunt, smacking his hand against the wetness for good measure, before he plunged himself deep inside you.
You just about screamed, not ready for Sanâs unusual size and shape, the curve of his cock rubbing deliciously along your tightening walls each time he pounded himself into you. âSâannâieâŚ! Itâs so big, fuckâ so good!â
âAww, poor babyâs never had a big cock stretching out her pretty pussy before, huh?â San cooed into your ear, pulling all the way out, just to slam himself back in, hitting your g-spot dead on, making you cry out deliriously. âYouâll never be able to go back to your husband after this. Youâre gonna be begging for me to take care of you from now onâŚ.â San pressed his lips against yours, sucking on your tongue as you moaned out for him. âWant you to cum for me again, babyâŚSquirt on my cock, okay?â
âS-Sannie, itâs too much,â you whined out, dragging your nails down his broad back, your toes curling just as San punched your next orgasm out of you when his curved cock once again came in contact with your g-spot.
As you began to cry from the overwhelming pleasure, San licked your tears away, gently pressing his lips into your cheek and jaw, shushing you. âDonât worry, baby. Daddyâs here for you.â He clutched you close, holding still inside you, as his cock began to twitch. âHere it comes, princess, just for you.â A hot, creamy stream of cum began to shoot out into you, completely drenching your insides with his load.
You could hardly speak at this point in time, solely concentrated on the pleasure that still had a hold on your sore body and the warmth that was filling you up to the brim, suddenly realizing that your husband really wasnât going to be happy with you. âY-you shouldnât haveâŚnnnnghâŚ.â
San continued to roll his hips into you, his eyelids fluttering, groans spilling from his throat, your cunt still milking his pulsing cock for all it had, which was a lot, to say the least. Once there was nothing left to give you, San leaned down, pressing one last kiss to your lips, not caring that you had left your lipstick all over him. âCan I ask you something, baby?â
âY-yes, San?â
San smiled, his glossy brown eyes glistening in the light. âWhen you have my baby, will you have the heart to tell your poor husband that itâs actually mine?â
Panting heavily and trying to process what the handsome stranger just said, you finally came to the realization that you let someone who didnât even know your name possibly impregnate you. Well, at least you had something to talk about over breakfast with your husband, rather than hear him go on and on about his latest collection.
âIâm not sure about that oneâŚâ
âCan I ask you one more question?â
âHm?â
âShould I name our baby Dolce or Gabbana?â
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HAZBIN HOTEL X READER HC #1
Head canon: what it would be like to date them.
characters: Alastor, angel dust, husk, vox
disclaimer: everything i write about these characters might not be accurate to the actual story, please take everything in the fic with a grain of salt, none of this is canon!!
Alastor
he hasnt been in an actual relationship in a while so being close and vulnerable with someone is quite hard for him, especially as someone who associates emotions with weakness.
First off, its safe to say he adores the ground you walk on. He's in love with everything about you, your clothes, the smell of your hair, your sickly sweet voice. his loves it all.
If there was ever a problem you needed fixing, a person you needed taken care of or even a errand you needed to run he would tend to it himself. he would not let you lift a finger.
PDA is a iffy thing for him, he wouldnt do grand big gestures but maybe a hand on the hip or a few words of affirmation.
everyone in the pride ring quickly learned of yours and radio demon's relationship. And no one dared to mess with you, ofcourse there was people who wanted to test their luck but they would have to pay the price later.
his love language is definitely words of affirmation, he will sweet talk the shit out of you. At night when it's just you two in bed, he will have his hands stroking through your hair whilst you rant to him about your day and he'll reply with sweet nothings
"oh darling, i've missed you all evening"
"you looked ravishing today my dear.."
"mm your hair smells amazing, my love"
Angel Dust
Angel is one of, if not, the horniest mother fuckers out there but somehow, he manages to somewhat make a healthy relationship with someone.
you two are seen as "the bad bitch" couple. you're always out together, always getting into dumb shit together. You'll get yelled at by vaggie at early hours in the morning because the two of you where playing a childish game of tag in the hotel halls.
his love language is definitely physical touch, he'll have his arms slung around your waist almost all the time. Kisses are a MUST every 5 minutes, like this boy will NOT part from you. especially in the mornings when you have to leave for work;
"mmnnnnoooooooo...stayyy for five minutes pleasseeeee"
"but sweets..you're soooo warm"
"sweetheart please, you feel so comfy"
yeah good luck with that.
nights with him are VERY eventful, if it wasn't obvious. You two would usually be at it late hours into the night but sometimes, when you two where too exhausted to fuck like rabbits, he would be sprawled across your lap whilst you stroked his fur.
Husk
Despite his harsh tone and uncompromising demeanor, you understood that Husk wasn't trying to be malicious towards you. It was simply his way of communicating, and you knew that his behavior wasn't personal. Even though he could be abrasive at times, you loved him for his rough edges and authentic personality
You and Husk's time together was mostly spent at the bar. You didn't like to drink much, but you loved seeing him work and make cocktails like a pro. You didn't mind that it wasn't considered a typical date, because you liked spending time with him in whatever way he felt most comfortable.
Husk is not used to receiving compliments, as he didn't often receive them in his past life. When you complimented him, it caught him off guard and he was surprised. But he eventually learned to appreciate it, and it even made him feel a little sentimental.
Despite the difficulty, you were able to help Husk realize that you genuinely cared about him. He had been used to being surrounded by dishonesty and hypocrisy, but you were always sincere and real. He held you in high regard, as you were the only source of light in his life, and he didn't want to lose you.
vox
You were known as a strong and independent person who didn't need assistance from others. You knew how to stand up for yourself, despite being harsh and tough at times. Despite your exterior, no one was aware of the soft spot in your heart that Vox's affection and touch alone could melt away your severity.
He appreciated seeing your affectionate side, as it felt special and intimate, like a shared secret between the two of you. He knew you valued your privacy, and he respected it by never sharing photos or other details on social media. He didn't want to betray your trust.
You were often feared and respected when you were with Vox. People found it hard to believe that someone as intimidating as yourself could have a tender, caring side that was kept hidden from most. Vox was glad that he was the only one who got to see that side of you. He didn't want to share something so special and personal with anyone else.
Quite often, he would call you on the phone, knowing that sweet words could be just as effective as a kiss. He enjoyed hearing how your voice softened from its usual seriousness to a more affectionate tone. He was aware that when he said loving phrases to you, you would blush and smile shyly, and sometimes he even regretted not being able to witness it in person.
"i've missed you today babe.."
"mhm look at my pretty girl/boy!"
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Lies and Butterflies
Joshua Hong x Fem!Reader
Genre:Â fake dating au; mostly fluff.
Word Count:Â 19.2k
Warnings:Â injuries & blood (injury is not explicitly described). joking death threats made between friends. mentions of drinking and alcoholic beverages. lying to parental figures. reader is written as single and desperate and moderately unwise (sheâs actually me).
[Series: Serenity Street 17]Â Your roommate begged you to pretend to date him while his mom is in town for the month. The little crush youâve had on him will either become your best friend or worst obstacle on this quest.
note: the fact that this fic came out as longer than my master's degree thesis will never not amaze me.
Your friends thought you were a naive fool for moving into Serenity Street 17, apartment 3A. Not because the neighbourhood or building was bad (if anything, they often commented about how cosy it was), but because you signed the rental agreement knowing full well youâd be sharing an apartment with a man you didnât know.Â
In your defence, youâd been hesitant to do so. However, after several reassuring comments from the building manager about how your roommate would be a perfectly sweet young gentleman (but mostly the influence of the looming end of your old rental agreement with a remaining budget from hell), you had done the insane thing and signed the agreement.
Fortunately, Joshua Hong, your new roommate, seemed like a true angel at first sight â both visually and metaphorically. Upon your arrival, heâd spent the entire weekend helping you move the heavy boxes and unbox everything (all the while you were trying your hardest to not feel weak at the sight of his gorgeous face and straining biceps). He assured you repeatedly that heâd do the dishes and cook for himself. He sent you off to work every morning with a sweet smile, a wave and a thermos full of hot coffee to start your day.Â
Youâd quickly learn why the neighbourhood aunties called him âSerenity Streetâs gentlemanâ. And at first you thought he truly deserved the title.
That is until you had lived with him for a month and realised he was the dictionary definition of unpredictable. Sure, he wasnât completely insane and most of the time he was truly the perfect roommate (as well as eye candy), but the moments when he did unleash his inner demons? Even now, many months later, you were still trying to decide if that side of him amused or scared you.
It was to the point where you and Chan, your neighbour from across the hall, had started keeping a shared list of Joshuaâs wildest moments (a tradition which several of your other friends in the building soon joined).Â
For one, there was the time when he decided to perform EXOâs âLove Shotâ with a truly unhinged choreography at the buildingâs monthly drunk karaoke night. The kicker? He didnât start drinking until after the cover (probably to bury the shame he felt).Â
Or the time when he mistakenly watered a fake plant for weeks and then, upon realising his mistake, proceeded to gaslight himself and everyone you knew that it had at one point been a real plant and someone must have snuck into the apartment to replace it with an identical fake one (you didnât have the heart to tell him that he was fooling no one (but Minghao had been more than happy to share the news with him for you )).
There was also, of course, the time when he had a life-sized cardboard cut-out of himself made to decorate the living room and you couldnât have reminded him enough of how terrifying of a sight it had been at 4 am on your way to the bathroom. To his credit, he moved the cut-out behind Jeonghanâs apartment door a week later to terrify him instead. Jeonghan has since sworn heâd get back at your roommate for it one day (and you dearly hoped he would).
Needless to say, your roommate had you living on the edge of your seat at all times. So it didnât surprise you much when he knocked on your bedroom door at 11 pm before walking in and throwing himself head-first onto your bed.
Used to his shenanigans but well-aware of his need for attention, you just sighed and lowered the book you had spent all day looking forward to. âWhatâs up?â
His response was unintelligible, muffled against the sage green sheets.Â
You waited a moment for him to lift his head. Nothing happened. For a moment you wondered if heâd fallen asleep. So you nudged him with your foot. âShua?â
With a groan, he leaned upwards, resting on his elbows as he stared ahead and told you, âDo you think Iâm too single?â
Amused and confused by the question, you blinked rapidly. âIs that even a thing? I think all single people are equally single, no?â
âI havenât dated anyone in five years,â he told you.
âAnd?â
âI havenât gone on a date in three.â
âSo?â
âMy mom thinks thatâs too long.â
You took mild offence to that as you had been left out on the dry shores of Singleness for well over a decade â if your three-day middle-school playground marriage even counted towards this statistic, that is. If Joshua had been single for too long by his momâs standards, then you surely must have seemed like a completely hopeless case.Â
You shook the thought off and tried to seem like a supportive friend (even though your mind and soul were already lost in faraway lands, riding horses with dreamy fictional men that oddly looked like Joshua). âWhy does that matter?â
âBecause,â he started as if you should know this already, âshe wants me to go on a blind date with her friendâs daughter. She wants to discuss it tomorrow over lunch.â
Was it too soon to tell him you sometimes daydreamed of your mom appearing at the door with a handsome young man and demanding you to go on a date with him? Maybe. Was that too desperate? Probably.
âYouâre an adult man, Shua,â you told him with a scoff. âJust say no.â
âI canât say that to my mom!â
âWhy not? Because sheâd be disappointed and sad?â you guessed, eyeing him with annoyance.Â
He widened his eyes and all you saw in his brown irises was pure terror mixed with just a hint of frustration. âSheâd lecture me!â
âOh no,â you didnât even try to feign any kind of an emotion before lifting your book back to your eye level, eager to get back to your reading where men didnât trouble you with their mommy issues. âYour momâs nice. Youâll live.â
âYou could try to be more empathetic, you know,â he remarked before resting his cheek on the mattress and sighing. âWhat are you reading anyway? Another one of your historical romances?â
âAnd what if it is?â you asked.
âMy mom would tell you to get off your ass and get an actual boyfriend.â
âGood thing sheâs not my mom then. Men are disappointing and I only like the ones written by women.â
Joshuaâs eyes narrowed. âAre you calling me a disappointment right now?â
There were many words you could use to describe Joshua, but a disappointment? â not one of them. Really, the only disappointing thing about the man in front of you was that he thought your valiant flirting attempts over the past six months had been a funny joke. Even if you thought he could be incredibly frustrating, you were not immune to his charms, and everyone but him seemed to know.
Still, if there was anything you liked more than being the sole object of Joshuaâs attention, it was getting on his nerves as much as he did yours.
âAbsolutely,â you told him with a straight face but your facade fell fast at his offended grimace. You couldnât help but laugh. âOf course youâre not a disappointment. I actually like you.â
Would he pick up the hint (and was it even a hint if you were practically confessing your feelings?) ⌠?
âI hate you,â he mumbled and buried his face back in the sheets.
⌠No. The answer was no.
Aside from his wild shenanigans, another thing that frustrated you about your roommate to no end was the fact that he. never. read. his. messages. And yet, when he messaged you, he expected an answer ASAP.Â
And if you didnât reply within 2 minutes ⌠?
Your phone vibrated and rang, his contact photo bright and colourful on your phone screen. You could barely keep back from cursing under your breath before offering your co-workers an apologetic smile and rushing out to the breakroom to answer the call.Â
You took a deep calming breath before putting on your best customer service-able smile and speaking into the microphone, âWhatâs up?â
âWhere are you?â came the short reply. Was it just you or did he sound winded?Â
As if he could see you through the radio waves, you theatrically glanced around the building before deadpanning, âAt work. Like every Tuesday at 1 pm.â
 âRight,â he breathed out after a pause and suddenly you were worried.Â
The Joshua you knew never hesitated to match your sarcastic remarks with ones of his own. There was rarely any bite to his words but you appreciated that he at least tried to match your energy (or maybe you had unknowingly matched his and you were fated to meet). But this? This hadnât been a sarcastic remark.
âAre you okay?â you spoke, tone softening. âDid something happen?â
âYou know how I had that lunch thing with mom today?â he asked after a sigh.Â
You nodded before realising he couldnât actually see you. âYeah?â
âShe brought up her friendâs daughter again and I panicked andââ He cut himself off with a laugh but it sounded anything but joyful. No, it sounded frustrated and disbelieving and like he was about five seconds from a mental breakdown. You found yourself holding your breath as you waited for his laughter to stop. When it did, he sighed again. âCan you come home early?â
The answer was obviously no. You couldnât just leave your job to cater to your roommate's frenzies. You had made it a point to never ask for any unnecessary time off at all, eager to prove yourself at the office. You had only worked here for five months. Besides, you had goals and a dream andâ
âPlease?â he added. He sounded so soft, so fragile, so worried.
You squeezed your eyes shut and lied to yourself that your boss wouldnât hate you if you just told him you had a horrible, perhaps borderline ER-worthy migraine and needed to go home ASAP. Or was that too risky? Would he ask for a doctorâs note? Whatâs the other option?
âIf my boss emails you and asks if our apartment was flooded today, you tell him yes and that you almost drowned,â you finally told him, unable to believe you were about to blatantly lie to your boss, before swiping across your screen to end the call.Â
âYouâre home,â he breathed out when you stepped through the door half an hour later.Â
You found him sitting on the living room sofa. He was still wearing his best white shirt and if it werenât for the mess of hair on his head, he wouldâve looked like he had just gotten ready to go out.
You shrugged off your jacket. âI would really like an explanation.â
âYeah,â he sighed and rubbed his face. âWhere do I start? Um⌠Well, my momâs coming to stay with us for a month.â
Your jaw dropped. âA month?! Why? Did something happen to her house?â
âNo,â he seemed almost pained to tell you so. With a gentle grip on your hand, he led you to sit next to him on the sofa. âYou know how she was trying to set me up with her friendâs daughter?â
You nodded, raising a brow. âWhat about it? Was it, like, an ex or something?â
âWell, no, but,â he took a deep breath and turned to stare at the wall, eyes wide as if he was expecting something to crash as he spoke, âI might have panicked and said something bad.â
âSuch as?â you urged, leaning closer.
Getting red in the face, he really looked like the words he needed had wedged themselves in his throat and were rebelling, refusing to come out. He opened and closed his mouth, trying to make even a single sound, but you still heard nothing.Â
Your patience was running thinner by the second. âJoshua, I lied to my boss because of you. Spit it out or, I swear to god, I will make that lie a reality and drown you in the bathtub.â
The threat seemed to motivate him plenty. He let out a soft whine before blurting, âI told her I canât go on a date with Mary because weâre dating.â
This man never failed to surprise, scare and worry you. And this time you were scared for the both of you. âYou told her what?! We?! As in you and me?!â
âIâm sorry,â he immediately dropped to his knees in front of you, looking up at you with desperate and terrified sparkling doe eyes. âI wasnât thinking! I didnât want to make her feel bad and I panicked and I lied and I swear Iâll make it up to you! Whatever you want! Anything. I am so, so sorry.â
You didnât even have the words to say. Frozen in your seat, you stared at him, trying your hardest to get your brain to reset so you could discover you simply had fallen asleep at your desk and this was all a dream. Was it a dream or was it a nightmare? Youâd decide later.
When you hadnât responded for nearly a minute, Joshua gently nudged your hand. âHey, are you okay? Iâm sorry, okay?â
But when you still remained silent without even as much as moving your eyes, he quickly added, âIâll just fess up, yeah? Iâll tell her I panicked and lied and Iâll go on that date. Just please donât be mad at me, okay?â
You held your hand up to stop him. âItâs fine. I just⌠I need a moment.â
âYeahâŚâ He breathed in relief before nodding and agreeing, âYeah. Anything you want. IâllâŚI canâŚÂ Do you want water? Tea? I could make cocoa.â
âJust waterâs fine,â you told him almost robotically as you stared into space, rubbing your temples as if that would somehow make it easier to process the absolutely bizarre situation you had found yourself in because, no, unfortunately (or fortunately?) this was not a dream. This was your reality.
As he scurried over to the kitchen, you tried to wrap your mind around ⌠well, everything.Â
It felt like a cruel joke. All these months of pining after your handsome roommate, making him heart-shaped toast and pancakes, fixing his shirt collar as he prepared to leave for work, practically flat-out confessing to him â and here he was, practically throwing himself at you.Â
But none of it was real. He wasnât actually into you. It was just a panicked reaction. Heâd just thought of the first age-appropriate woman that came to his mind â it was only you because you were roommates and spent so much time together. There were no feelings involved on his end.Â
But on yours? You willed your heart to stop fluttering and pounding and threatening to beat out of your chest at the mere idea of dating Joshua Hong.Â
âHere,â he spoke softly as he placed a cold glass of water into your hand and took his seat next to you. He watched for a while as you took a miniscule sip and continued staring into nothingness, lost in your thoughts. He hesitated to speak. âI really am sorry. I just wasnât thinking straight. I was scared andââ
âI seemed like a safer option than Mary?â you finished for him, giving him a knowing look. âCâmon, is she really that bad?â
No, youâre just that much better is what you wished heâd say. Then youâd have at least something to hold onto.
Joshua offered a half-hearted smile. âMom said Mary is really into haunted buildings and ghost hunting, soâŚâ
Did that make you much better than her? Very debatable. But you were willing to take just about anything reminiscent of a win.
âSounds dreadful,â you replied, matching his smile. âSo what happens now?â
âWell,â he seemed hesitant all over again, as if no progress had been made at all. He quickly forced himself out of that headspace and met your eyes, âI could call my mom and tell her I liedâŚâ
You sensed an âorâ. Raising an eyebrow, you silently asked him to finish the thought.
He took a stuttering breath before grimacing. âOr we go on with the lie and pretend to date for a while.â
Option B is what your heart shouted. Please pick option B, even if itâs all a lie.
âA while beingâŚ?â you forced yourself to nitpick instead of immediately jumping into his arms and agreeing.Â
He kissed his teeth. âA month-ish.â
âA month?!â
âMom didnât fully, entirely, really believe me,â Joshua supplied with an apologetic look, âso I bluffed a little and she said sheâd come stay with us for a while to see it for herself and⌠I sort of agreed to let her stay a month.â
A month of (fake) dating Joshua Hong, your hot roommate, the very subject of your daydreams? You werenât sure whether you wanted to scream in joy or cry in despair.
âOkay,â you breathed out and gulped. âWe canâ We can do a month⌠right?â
âRight.â He didnât seem any more sure of than you.
âHow long âtil she comes here?â
âTwo days.â
âYouâve got to be kidding me.â
[DAY 1, FRIDAY]
Having read and watched a fair share of romantic comedies, you were adamant that there was no need for a âfake dating contractâ. You and Joshua were roommates and good friends; surely just a verbal agreement of boundaries would suffice. Youâd just tell him your boundaries and heâd tell you yours.Â
In an ideal world, that is.
But in the real world, there was a knock on the door before you could even begin to whisper about the idea of boundaries.
While sharing a startled look with you, Joshua crept towards the door and peeked through peephole.Â
âItâs her,â he breathed out and offered you one last grimace before opening the door. His voice went from tormented to overjoyed so fast you felt it give you a whiplash, âMom! Hi! Let me help with your suitcase.â
Showtime (except this was not a theatre, and you didnât have even the semblance of a script to play out, and you sucked at improv). Putting on your best smile, you stood up just as they entered the living room.Â
âThere she is!â his mother called out and rushed over to give you a warm hug. âLook at you! As good-looking as always!â
Your cheeks felt a little warm at that. âYou look great too!â
âOh, I know,â she joked and gave your shoulder a friendly pat. Then her friendly expression morphed into something more sinister. âSo, dating, huh?â
If your cheeks had felt warm before, they were positively burning now. You tried to find your voice again, even offered a look to Joshua who could only respond with an equally nervous wide-eyed look. Finally, you cleared your throat and answered, âYeah. Weâre still kind of getting used to it ourselves.â
âI always knew you two would end up together,â she gushed, smiling ear to ear and winking at you between sentences. âTook you a while though. I was already starting to worry about my Joshua.â
âYeah,â you heard him mumble, âme too.â
âWill you join us for dinner?â you asked her, trying to steer the topic away from the inevitable chit-chat about your almost-non-existent relationship.
She hummed in thought â a habit Joshua must have picked up from her, you realised â and nodded as she looked around the living room. âOf course. Let me just get settled in and put on more comfortable clothes. Where can I unpack?â
Your âboyfriendâ and you shared a wide-eyed look. This is why you never did improv!Â
âYou can have my room,â Joshua finally spoke all the while still having that very same panicked expression. âIâll get it set up real quick.â
His mother paused, confused (and was that a glint of suspicion in her eyes?). âYou donât sleep together?â
You couldâve fried an egg on your cheeks with how hot they felt. âOh, weââ
âLike she said,â Joshua interrupted, forcing a smile that almost looked convincing, âweâre still kind of settling into this whole relationship thing. Weâre taking it slow.â
âIâm glad to give you a push in the right direction,â she told him with a chuckle. âYou canât leave someone like (Y/n) just waiting. Sheâll get bored of you, and then what?â
He laughed shortly. âYeah, I guess youâre right.â
âLike always.â
He nodded before tugging on the crook of your elbow to drag you with him. âSweetie, why donât you come help me set up momâs room?â
You thanked the heavens he had enough mental capacity to not leave you alone with his mom. âOf course!â
âHelp yourself to anything you want in the kitchen, yeah?â Joshua told his mom as he reached to pick up her suitcase with his free hand, his left one still holding onto you like you were his lifeline. âCoffee, tea, a snack â anything.â
She replied with a smile and continued her (no doubt thorough) tour of your apartment.Â
Once you were in his room, he closed the door so that it was just a bit ajar as to not seem suspicious and turned to you with a look of terror. His whispers were so loud and harsh that you wondered if there was any point in pretending otherwise as he asked, âWhat do we do?â
âWe clean your room and make your mom feel at home,â you suggested, not entirely sure what he was getting at.
Joshua gave you a look that said he was holding back the urge to call you dumb. âI meant us. Sheâs taking my bed. Where will I sleep? I canât sleep on the sofa â sheâll figure out weâre lying.â
Oh. Yeah, that was an unwelcome problem. Mostly because the only viable solution you could think of involved Joshua sleeping in your room and you not getting any sleep because heâd be so close to you. What if you fell asleep and talked in your sleep, confessing your everlasting love? Worse!: what if you had a dirty dream about him â one involving his gorgeous biceps and soft lips andâ dear god, youâd never be able to look him in the eyes again. Hell, you probably wouldnât be able to be in the same room as him.Â
Joshua stared at you in silence, expecting a solution. Before you could offer one though, he shut it down with a âIâm not sneaking out to sleep on Chanâs pull-out couch either.â
Damn it.Â
âThen thereâs only one solution,â you whispered back, unable to believe your own words. âWeâll have to share my room.â
âThereâs no room for another mattress there.â
Itâs not like either of you even knew where to find a spare mattress. But you didnât tell him that. And the look in his eyes said you didnât have to because he knew it just the same and that left only one solution.
âWe can share my bed, but if you touch my teddy bear, Iâll make sure you go missing under mysterious circumstances,â you told him and left the room to get some clean sheets for the bed (and calm your heart).
The rest of a day went by in a daze of terrible half-believable lies that just kept elaborating at their own accord because of course she couldnât be satisfied with just a simple answer. No, she had to ask questions to clarify, as if she was a detective trying to figure out a suspectâs background.
And so you bluffed and lied and shared panicked looks with Joshua. Your collaborations added up to a decent backstory â at least thatâs what you thought because at least your lies were not completely out of the realm of reality.
Who confessed first? You both did, in a moment of drunken chaos at Seungcheolâs housewarming party (you failed to mention there was no alcohol provided at said party).Â
Where was your first date? A picnic at the park not too far from your home just a few short months ago (and she didnât need to know it was an outing with all of your neighbours â something not Joshua but Jihoon had organised to help the people in the building become closer).
What was your first kiss like? You had kissed him under the streetlights when he walked you home from work because youâd be damned if you let a man make the first move (in Joshuaâs opinion, this was the most obvious lie of all but he chose not to argue because the other option was to look his mother in the eyes and tell her heâd made the first move to kiss somebody on the mouth).
The little lies added up and by the end of the day, you werenât entirely sure where one started or another ended. Hell, you were pretty certain you wouldnât remember most of them the next day.Â
But that wasnât the hard part â not the real hard part anyway. No, the real problem was the evernearing night. Between the improv performance of your life and the general feeling of butterflies, you hadnât had any time to come to terms with the fact that youâd have to share a bed with your handsome, hot, absolutely amazing roommate under the guise of being his girlfriend.
And now the reality was looming.
His mother was the first to head to bed, leaving you and Joshua to stare at each other in a relieved silence across the dining table as she went about her bedtime routine. Neither you or Joshua dared to move to head to sleep next. Neither of you wanted to make the first move.Â
Sensing you were faced with a similar dilemma, he finally suggested, âWe could watch a movie.â
âWeâll have to go to bed eventually,â you told him with a sigh. âWe canât spend the whole night watching TV.â
His silence told you he thought otherwise.Â
And you were in no mood to make the first move or argue about pillow barriers and teddy bears. So, begrudgingly, you dragged yourself over to the sofa and turned on the TV.Â
He joined you soon after, two cans of soda in hand. He handed one â already opened â to you as you flipped through the movie selection.
âYou know, sugar really isnât good for you before bed,â you remarked offhandedly. âMakes it hard to fall asleep.â
He just scoffed and opened his can with a pop and a fizzle. âGood thing weâre watching a movie and not sleeping then.â
âRom-com or action?â
âAction,â he answered a little too fast before sipping his drink as if to distract himself.Â
âWe could watch Transformers,â you half-joked. âItâs got a good runtime.â
âMight as well,â he sighed and made himself comfortable as you clicked on the title.Â
As you pulled a cushion into your lap for optimal comfort, Joshua remained sitting far from you. It was funny, really â it seemed that he was sitting further from you as your âboyfriendâ than he ever had as just your roommate.Â
You wanted to blame the movie for how silent the living room had become. Only Optimus Primeâs voice sounded in the apartment, and even that was quiet to not disturb your guestâs sleep. But the reality was that something had shifted between you. You were officially stuck in an arrangement that both benefited and ruined you, and the reality was sinking in fast.
Now there was no chance to take back the lies and the faking. The only option was to keep going and keep up with your elaborate plan to trick the sweetest woman you knew, all because your roommate didnât want to date some girl called Mary and you had agreed to be his cover because you were infatuated with him.Â
How does one process this situation? Where do you go from here? Can you do this for a month without thinking too hard about it? And what happens when the month is up?
âHey,â Joshuaâs soft voice startled you from your tortured thoughts. You turned to find him watching you with a somewhat wistful smile. âYou did great today, you know?â
âWhatever do you mean?â You chuckled but it sounded pained even to your own ears. âI was just being a good girlfriend.â
He snorted a laugh. âYou can stop acting. Iâm pretty sure sheâs asleep by now. Itâs okay. â
âHow do you know if sheâs asleep?â you whispered, eyeing his â no, her â bedroom door. âWould suck to get caught lying on the very first night.â
Joshuaâs smile looked a little more real now, almost reaching his eyes as he still watched you like you were a beloved family puppy who had learnt a new trick. âShe snores pretty loud.â
Tense in your seat, still eyeing the door, you listened and waited. Before long, you discovered he was right. There it was, a soft snore accompanying Bumblebeeâs action scene. Closing your eyes, you breathed out in relief and relaxed into the plush fabric of the sofa.Â
âDo you think she bought it?â you wondered.
âIf she didnât, weâll just have to work harder tomorrow,â he replied before reaching over to brush your hair off your face.Â
You willed the butterflies to just go to sleep already and let you be. They remained relentless and you could only pray Joshua wouldnât notice how flustered his touch made you feel.
âWe just have to do this for another 29 days,â you said to distract yourself. âItâll be fine.â
Did he have to keep stroking your cheek so gently? How much hair did you even have stuck on your face? Maybe you were hallucinating and he wasnât touching you at all â that seemed almost plausible.Â
âWeâll be fine,â he whispered and he sounded to be closer now. His warm breath brushed against your temple. Maybe you werenât entirely out of your mind yet. âItâs just a month.â
âJust a month.âÂ
You werenât yet sure whether you wished it would last less or more.
[DAY 2, SATURDAY]
Three things had greeted you when you woke up: the smell of fresh coffee, the brightest sun you had ever had the displeasure of waking under, and someoneâs arm around your waist. You almost hadnât cared whose arm it was because it was holding you to a warm body, safe from the evils of the morning chill.
Begrudgingly, you had eventually opened your eyes and glanced around. You had fallen asleep on the sofa instead of your bed â a work-around for last nightâs problem if youâd ever seen one, even if it was horrible for your back. And the arm belonged to none other than your roommate who looked like an angel as he slept, resting his head on your shoulderâŚÂ
âAnd how is any of that my problem?â Chan yawned over his cup of coffee as he watched you pace around his kitchen ten minutes later. He didnât really have any plans anyway but itâs not like he enjoyed having neighbours march into his apartment to rant about their love lives (even if it was great material for the buildingâs gossip group chat which he would no doubt update as soon as youâd leave).
You offered him a glare. âYouâre supposed to be a supportive friend.â
âYou must have me mixed up with someone,â he deadpanned and took a sip of his hot drink. âWhatâs so bad about waking up next to him anyway? Itâs not like youâve never shared a bed before.â
Your face felt like it was burning at his words. âHow do you even know that?â
Unimpressed, he raised a brow. âYou did the same thing the last time it happened â ran in screaming and crying and giggling like a schoolkid.â He paused, narrowing his eyes a little as if a thought was occurring before adding, âYou actually do this a lot. Itâs a little concerning.â
âWhatever,â you groaned and slumped in the bar stool across the counter from him. âWhat do I do?â
âSeize the day and appreciate the fact that youâre dating your crush?â
âFake dating,â you corrected him with a mild glare. And you had only revealed so much to him because he was your best friend and confidant (and because you had made him swear on his life that he wouldnât tell anyone else).
Chan scoffed a laugh. âHe might be faking but thereâs no way you are. You suck at improv. Just embrace it and go with the flow.â
You stared at him. Were all your friends this unhelpful or was this just a trait unique to Lee Chan?Â
âWhy do I even come to you for advice?â you thought out loud. âItâs not like you can even get a date yourself.â
He sputtered and coughed up the sip of coffee he had unfortunately taken just seconds before. His ears turned red. âAt least Iâm trying.â
âSo am I!â you whined. âCome on, give me something to work with. Iâm in the middle of a crisis.â
âAll of which is self-inflicted.â
âI hate you.â
âMaybe, but you love Joshua,â he teased, winked, and narrowly dodged the apple you threw at his head. He laughed heartily before taking another sip of his coffee. âIâm serious though. You might as well take advantage of your arrangement. Just forget about the fake part and just think of yourself as his girlfriend. Iâm sure he wonât complain about your authenticity.â
âI donât think thatâs how it works.â
âWell, then take advantage some other way,â he suggested, appearing a little frustrated (which was fair; you had, in fact, interrupted his much needed me-time and breakfast for one). âWhat are you getting out of this arrangement anyways? He gets his mom off his back, and you? Is getting to live out your late-night fantasies the only perk?â
You stared at him. For a moment, he feared you were getting ready to hurl another fruit at his head. But then, instead of reaching for an apple, you slumped in your seat and let out a curious noise. âHuh.â
âHuh?â he mimicked, still tense in case it was a fake-out and you were going to throw something at him regardless.
âYouâre right,â you said and he worried even more.Â
He glanced towards the nearest door from the corner of his eye, wondering if it was close enough for a safe escape. You never said Chan was right â that just wasnât a thing. It never happened. He had a bigger chance of getting struck by lightning than to hear you say those two words. Chan was fearing for his life.
âIâm right?â he echoed hesitantly.
âIâm getting nothing out of this arrangement,â you said with a scoff of disbelief. âThat little scammer! Iâm out here improv-ing my ass off to please his mother and all I get in return is daydream material? Screw that!â
Across from you, Chan still wasnât sure if this was a healthy development or if he should call Jeonghan for back-up. Regardless, he decided it was safer to just play along. He let out an empathetic cheer and agreed, âScrew it! Yeah! Heâs too nice to say no anyways.â
âIâm gonna make him pay!â you decided and marched out of his apartment.
The moment you were out of his sight, Chan breathed out a sigh of relief.Â
But you? You froze in the hallway. You just had to cross the hall and demand your due payment. But what would you even ask for?Â
As your mind raced for ideas â a new laptop? a new wardrobe? â, the door of your apartment opened. As if you were cursed, Joshuaâs head peeked out.Â
âOh,â he spoke and his voice was so soft and welcoming that you almost convinced yourself you couldnât take advantage of him any more than you already were, âthere you are! We were starting to worry.â
âWorry?â you parroted dumbly.
âYeah,â he laughed and reached out a hand as if to invite you in â as if your name wasnât on the lease right next to his â, âwe were about to have breakfast. Mom made french toast.â
âOh.â You silently wondered what had happened to the woman you had been two minutes ago in Chanâs apartment. The spine you had grown seemed to have disappeared as soon as Joshua flashed you a smile. You were capital S Screwed.
Deep in your thoughts, you hadnât noticed Joshua staring at you, confused and puzzled, his hand still outstretched for you to take. He cleared his throat to call your attention and forced his smile to brighten as he wriggled his fingers as if to entice you. You sighed quietly before faking a smile and taking his hand, finally letting him pull you to the kitchen.
âThere you are,â his mother called out the moment she saw you. She was already at the table, sipping her tea and eyeing the fresh toast. âWe were just beginning to wonder where you had gone.â
âYeah,â Joshua agreed before frowning at you as he pulled a chair out for you to sit, âwhere did you go?â
What would be a convincing lie? A half-truth â at least thatâs what Joshua himself had once told you in a drunken giggle fit.
You took a deep breath and lied through your teeth, âI remembered I promised to help Chan with something.â
âChan?â She looked at you and there was an odd glint of something in her eyes. Amusement? Judgement? Suspicion. Thatâs what it was â it was clear cut suspicion and you had to shake it off before she caught onto your plan.
âOur neighbour from across the hall,â Joshua said quickly. Too quickly. You thought he must have recognised that glint in her eyes as well. âHe and (Y/n) get along great.â
She hummed thoughtfully, giving you one last glance before declaring, âWell, letâs eat before it all gets cold, kids.â
[DAY 3, SUNDAY]
You had managed to avoid this twice already. This being the act of sharing a bed with the very man who had been the main character of your beautiful love-struck dreams for the past 7 months.Â
The first time had been a lucky break â falling asleep on the sofa with a Transformers movie playing in the background. It had been believable enough.
The second time â last night â, had been less of a lucky break and more of a Joshua scheme. Whether it was because he couldnât fathom the idea of sharing even a room with you (hurtful, but valid) or because he was afraid youâd be uncomfortable (absolutely valid), he had gone to hang out with his friend Jeonghan and the newest inhabitant of the building Choi Seungcheol and didnât return until noon. And even now he was still hungover from their late-night activities.
But this time? It seemed that three was not a magic number after all.Â
Dressed in your least revealing pyjamas, you stood next to Joshua, collectively staring at the twin bed in the corner of your room.Â
The silence was deafening and suffocating you. And the butterflies in your stomach seemed to have doubled since this arrangement started.Â
âDo you think itâs too late to call Jihoon and ask for a spare mattress?â you wondered out loud without really meaning to.Â
You wanted to slap a hand over your own mouth â all these months of pining but when the opportunity is served to you on a silver platter, youâre a coward. What was it that Mina had called this?Â
Self-sabotage? Sounds about right.
Joshua glanced at the time on his phone before sighing and looking at the bed again. âItâs already past midnight. And you have work at 8.â
âOh.âÂ
âWhatever,â he sighed, blinking his eyes closed and rubbing the bridge of his nose. âIâll take the window side. You take the wall side.â
Any love-blind or anxious thoughts jumped right out your third floor windows. Why did you even have a crush on this man who cared so little for your sleep? Making you sleep against the wall? When his shoulders were almost as wide as your whole bed?Â
To quote the wise words of Lee Jihoon: Joshua? A gentleman, my ass!
You scoffed. âNo way! Last time I let you do that, you almost squashed me.â
Frowning, he shushed you and pointed at the door. âMy momâs next door.â
You rolled your eyes and continued in a whisper â because unlike him, you were considerate of your friendsâ feelings and needs â, âIâm not sleeping against the wall.â
âFine,â he agreed with a soft scoff of disbelief, his eyes widening, âIâll sleep against the wall.â
âAnd what? Push me off my own bed?â
He stared at you like you had grown a third head. But really he couldnât argue â he knew he couldnât because you had a perfectly valid point. And besides, he had lived with you long enough to know there was no winning against you.Â
âThen what do you suggest?â he asked, defeated.
No ideas were popping up. You stayed quiet.Â
After a few minutes of silence, you relented and suggested, â... Rock paper scissors?â
âYou didnât like either idea,â he reminded you.
âJust pick a side to defend. Whatever. Iâm voting I get the window side.â
âBut you didnât wantââ
âI want the window side,â you insisted half-heartedly but you both knew you were lying. There was no winning for you â not with a bed this size.
âWhy did I choose you?â he thought out loud as he lifted his hand in the starting position.Â
You almost scoffed at his words because itâs not like he actually had any other choices anyway. You were the only one crazy enough to agree to his scheme. Joshua had exactly two partners in crime and you doubted Jeonghan would have agreed to pretend to be Joshuaâs boyfriend for a month. So, really, you were his one and only option.
âRock, paper, scissors, shoot,â you softly counted in unison.
Your rock was swiftly beaten by his paper. You werenât sure why that annoyed you â you were on the losing end of the bet either way.
Joshua stepped back and grandly gestured towards the bed with a sarcastic smile, âMy love.â
âI hate you,â you told him with a groan and got in the bed before pulling yourself to the side against the wall. You already knew this would be a miserable night.Â
Your roommate chuckled and followed suit, settling on his own side. Immediately, you regretted getting in the bed with him. Joshua took up more than half of the bed, easily and even when he was trying to be considerate, rolling to his side to take up less space, he was too close for comfort.Â
Perhaps, you wondered, he wouldnât bat an eye if you got out right now and pulled an all-nighter on a report you desperately needed to work on before the morning (the report being your Netflix catalogue; Bridgerton was calling your name).
But before you could even open your mouth to lie, Joshua pulled the blanket up to your neck, tucking you in with a gentle smile. âWe can switch tomorrow, if you want. Just get some sleep now. You have an early day.â
As he closed your eyes and subconsciously leaned closer to you, you wondered if it would be so hard to take advantage of the situation after all and pretend itâs real. Would it really hurt to just forget about the âfakeâ part of your fake dating plan and just⌠lean a little closer and rest your head on his pillow instead of your own?Â
His hand was so close to yours, fingers just inches from touching.Â
What would happen if you just reached out and wrapped your hand around his? What would happen if you pressed a single affectionate kiss to his knuckles?Â
Would he smile in his sleep?Â
Or would he be appalled?
You shook the thoughts out of your head and squeezed your eyes shut. This was going to be a long night.
[DAY 4, MONDAY]
In your months of living with Joshua, you had shared more than a few breakfasts. Hungover, sick, or even after a foul fight over whoâs turn it had been to take out the trash â none of those breakfasts had been nearly as unpalatable as this one.
You could hardly look at him from across the table. Mortified. Ashamed. Certain he wouldnât even want to look at you. You avoided his eyes and he avoided yours as his mother fussed about and piled waffles upon waffles onto your plates.Â
It might have been rude to not listen to your guestâs morning rambles about the weather and the news channel, but you were still too caught-up in your embarrassment to pay her any kind of attention.Â
You knew you shouldnât have fallen asleep. You shouldâve ignored the fluffy sheep and refused the offers of the Sandman. You really should have because you hadnât and now you were forced to live the knowledge that Joshua had to gently shake you awake from his spot underneath you.Â
From UNDERNEATH you. Meaning you had fallen asleep on top of your very handsome roommate.Â
And now you couldnât even look him in the eyes again.Â
âAre you kids alright?â his mother wondered all of a sudden and a jolt of fear went through you.Â
On instinct and instinct alone, your head snapped to share a look with your âboyfriendâ. Remembering the morning incident, you immediately looked away again and feigned nonchalance even as your cheeks and ears burned (out of the corner of your eye, you saw him do the same â there went the small chance that he had thought nothing of it).
âYeah, why?â Joshua replied after clearing his throat.
âYouâre usually not this quiet,â she said and you found her looking at you with concern. âDid something happen? Did you two fight?â
âWhat? No!â you protested without really meaning to. In your head, you reminded yourself that it was just a reflex and the desperate need to fulfil your part of the deal. âWeâre completely fine.â
âAre you?â she still worried, hands on her hips as she took turns looking at the two of you. âBe honest: is me being here a problem? You seem so awkward, like even being in the same room is a chore. Did you fight because I came to stay here?â
âNo, no,â you and Joshua protested in unison.Â
You shared another look, forgetting your embarrassment now that your plan was in jeopardy.
âAre you sure?â she asked. âBecause I really didnât want to cause you problems. If Iâve done something to upset either of youââ
âMom,â Joshua assured her with a gentle smile that didnât look entirely genuine, â(Y/n) and I are fine. Weâre justâŚâ
âStressed from work,â you supplied when he trailed off in thought. âYou know how it is.â
She didnât fully seem to buy it, still eyeing the both of you with a mix of suspicion and worry. âYouâd tell me if something was wrong, right?â She scoffed as if she had realised the gravity of her words and pinched the bridge of her nose. âWhat am I even saying? You wouldnât lie to me.â
As if your morning couldnât get any worse.
âWe should go get ready for work, honey,â Joshua suddenly excused himself and you, pulling you up by the crook of your elbow. âWouldnât want you to be late to work with all those big projects you have.â
You wondered what big projects he was talking about. Your higher-ups barely even allowed you to proofread the company documents and fix typos. But the look in his eyes said he needed you to play along.
âRight, right,â you sighed and went with him, offering his mother one last sweet smile before the bedroom door shut behind you and Joshua practically trapped you against it.Â
âSheâs onto us,â he told you quietly, all the while still avoiding your eyes. âSheâs onto us and sheâs probably already setting up a blind date with that Maria-girl.â
âWasnât it Mary?â you wondered.
Joshua replied with a half-hearted glare and a sigh. âWe need to fix this.â
âBut how?â You crossed your arms over your chest, mostly to convince yourself that there was enough space between your and his body to not have the butterflies go absolutely wild. âWe just, what, kiss and make up?â
His eyes lit up and you feared for your life. âYouâre a genius!â
âShua, I was being sarcastic.â
He didnât even seem to hear your protests. âIf we kiss, she has no reason to suspect weâre not together. And sheâll be off our backs. Itâs perfect.â
The things you wouldâve done to kiss Joshua Hong and his beautiful, plump lipsâŚÂ
Joshua must have mistaken your eager expression for one of dismay or maybe fear because his eyes widened. He lifted his hands in a way that just screamed âI was just kidding, please donât hit meâ before quickly adding, âNot that I want to kiss you â Iâm sure youâre a great kisser. We donât have to kiss though. Becauseââ
âBecause weâre friends,â you finished for him with a smile that you hoped wouldnât betray your disappointment, âand it would make things awkward, right?â
âRight,â he breathed out and visibly relaxing â slumping even â in front of you. âIâm sorry I even suggested that. Itâs dumb. Youâre my friend â you shouldnât have to kiss me if you donât want to just because of a stupid scheme to please my mom.â
If you donât want to. If you donât want to. You almost scoffed in his face â he had no idea what he was saying.
You wondered what was the formal and correct way to inform your roommate that you had the biggest, fattest, most ridiculous crush on him and would sell your left kidney for one kiss â if only he wanted to kiss you back.
âWell, we have to convince her somehow, right?â you pointed out as you prepared to start doing your hair. âI doubt a hug will make her less suspicious.â
Joshua chuckled. âYou noticed it too?â
âShe was acting like she expected us to slip up and confess at any moment,â you reminded him with a quirk of your brow, eyeing him through the mirror. âWhat did she say? âYou wouldnât lie to meâ? Oddly specific, no?â
âWeâre so screwed if we donât figure something out,â he sighed and ran a hand through his hair (it took you great strength to resist the urge to reach over and give his fluffy utter mess of dark hair a pat as well).
You schooled your expression, willing the beginnings of a blush to go away, as you suggested, âWe could still do something kiss-related, you know. Just this once, to get her off our backs.â
âIâm not kissing you,â he argued instantly, ears reddening.
Why was he so god-damn difficult? Why did he have to go on an anxious mental tangent about the wrongs of kissing oneâs roommate? Why couldnât he just kiss you already?! It was his idea anyway!
You almost rolled your eyes as you came up with an alternative, âI could kiss you on the cheek when I leave. Not as good as a kiss butââ
âThat could work.â
âOkay, great, weâve figured it out,â you told him with a chuckle and gently pushed him towards the door. âNow, get out. You havenât dated me long enough to earn the privilege of seeing me naked yet.â
He snorted a laugh at that â you were half sure it was because he had, in fact, at one point seen you naked, under very different and less than ideal circumstances involving one too many shots of Bacardi â before leaving you to your thoughts and doubts and the knowledge that your roommate did not want to kiss you at all.
[DAY 7, THURSDAY]
While there was an extensive list of reasons why Joshua Hong was the most infuriating man you had ever met (and you meant this very affectionately, which your friends found hilarious), there was an equally extensive list of reasons why Joshua was the ideal man.
His looks were definitely on the list â his doe-like brown eyes, his little birdâs nest of morning hair, his bright smiles to name some of the points.
But it wasnât all that superficial. You loved his sense of humour. You liked his unlimited patience and kindness.Â
Most of all, you loved his cooking.
On most evenings, you got home from work and found your roommate beginning to prepare dinner. Heâd offer you a wide smile and ask if his plan of tomato rigatoni suited your tastes. And then heâd just let you rant about your day as he cooked, a drink in your hand.
This tradition had been briefly broken by Joshuaâs mother taking over kitchen duties. She felt it was only fair as she was staying in your apartment for free for such a prolonged time. But as much as you loved her food (which almost rivalled Joshuaâs), you just missed your daily gossip sessions.Â
So, when you got home from work and found your roommate, friend, and fake boyfriend extraordinaire sorting through ingredients on the kitchen counter, you almost cried of joy. You had so many tales to share and you were eager to listen to his stories as well (your last gossip session had ended on a cliffhanger on his part).Â
âYouâre cooking?â you asked him, leaning over to look at the ingredients, before even remembering that was not how you were meant to greet someone.Â
Joshua jumped at voice before resting a hand on his chest and taking a deep breath. âOh my godâŚâ
âDid I scare you?â you laughed at him and offered an apologetic expression when he turned to glare at you. âSo, what are you cooking?â
âI was going to just make some vegetable soup,â he informed you with a tired chuckle. âMomâs feeling a little under the weather soâŚâ
You couldnât help but melt at the implications. The grand scheme of fake dating aside, Joshua was a great son to his mother. Yet another reason to add to your ever-growing list.Â
And perhaps it was the melting of your heart that affected your brain activity because the next thing you knew you were doing the unthinkable.
âCan I help somehow?â you asked him.Â
Even Joshua was startled by your question. And you soon realised why.
In disbelief, you scoffed. âCâmon, Iâve helped you before.â
âHave you?â His head tilted to the side in a manner resembling a curious cat but his eyes narrowed with suspicion. âYou never offer to help cook. Actually, I donât think Iâve ever even seen you use a pan.â
âShush,â you told him and gave him a gentle slap on the bicep. âWhat do you need me to do?â
Looking at the various vegetables on the counter, he puffed his cheeks out in thought. Then he shrugged. âYou could help with the potatoes.â
âWhat do I do with them?â
He sighed theatrically. âThis is why I never let you help.â
âHey!â
âJust peel and cut them into pieces, okay?â he finally instructed with a laugh that suggested he did not have a lot of faith in your ability to do so. âNot too small though.â
âI know how to cut potatoes, Shua,â you told him as you got out a knife and cutting board. âIâm a big girl.â
When he offered you another suspicious and perhaps worried glance, you decided it was time to prove a point. He didnât think you could peel and cut a potato into perfect pieces for a soup? You were going to prove him wrong and you were going to make him eat his words.
It started out great. The first potato was a breeze, peeled and cut in record time. The second and third potato were a joy to turn into smaller chunks and chuck into the bowl Joshua had provided for you. While working on the fourth potato, you started sharing gossip from work and it didnât affect your task at all.Â
For a moment you were certain Joshua would regret doubting you. You were sure there was no way you were going to mess this up and make him question your cooking abilities ever again.Â
That is until you reached the last potato. It was two chops in when you let out a whimper, dropped the knife and cradled your hand to your chest.
Joshuaâs head snapped up immediately. Eyes widening in concern, he rushed to your side. âAre you bleeding?â
âYeah,â you sighed and reached for a towel to dry the blood. âItâs no big deal though, so donât worry. Iâll g0 find some band-aids andââ
âDonât get any blood on the potatoes,â he warned with a serious frown and your jaw dropped.
You smacked him with your good hand when his scowl turned into a mischievous smile.
âIâm kidding, Iâm kidding!â he laughed and left the room. He returned just moments later with the first-aid kit. âCome here, silly. Letâs get that fixed up.â
When he reached for your injured hand, you snorted out a laugh. âYou know, I can put the band-aid on by myself.â
âWho knows,â he teased all the while focusing on your wound, âmaybe youâd mess that up as well.â
âNow youâre just being mean,â you told him but made no move to escape from your handsome nurse.
Leaning ridiculously close to you, he gently applied the band-aid. When you let out a soft hiss at the pain (mostly just to mess with him), he pouted and pressed a soft kiss to the spot. âThat better?â
It was just your luck that his mother decided to come for a glass of water at that exact moment. She let out a soft gasp of delight before feigning nonchalance when your heads snapped to look at her.Â
Clearing his throat, Joshua immediately leaned away, straightened up, and offered her a taut smile.Â
âDonât mind me, lovebirds,â she spoke in a theatrical whisper and rushed over to the cupboard to get a glass. âIâm not even here.â
You fought a grimace and turned back to your cutting board. The potato wasnât going to cut itself and the pot of broth was already calling its name.Â
âYouâre making soup?â she wondered and lifted a glass of water to her lips, barely even bothering to hide a smile. âIt smells delicious.â
Joshua chuckled. âIt will be, once (Y/n) finishes the potatoes and we add them in.â
Her jaw dropped and she lowered her glass of water.Â
âJoshua!âÂ
Her voice could only be described as the dictionary definition of the tone of a mother scolding her children for getting into trouble. It sent a shiver of fear down your spine until you realised it wasnât you she was yelling at.
Your roommate offered you a panicked look before turning to look at his mother, offering her a tight-lipped, fearful smile. âYes?â
âYouâre not actually going to make your girlfriend cook when sheâs injured like this, right?!â she demanded to know, her brows furrowed into a furious frown. âSheâs bleeding!â
âSheâs fine,â Joshua started to argue but his voice trailed lower and lower with every syllable until it faded into silence and his gaze dropped to the floor in shame.Â
She glared at him and reached to drag you away from the counter by the sleeve of your blouse. âCome on, sweetheart. You can come watch a movie with me while Joshua thinks about what heâs done.â
As you made your escape from the heat of the kitchen, you glanced over your shoulder to find Joshua looking at you with a dramatic grimace. You replied with a bright smile of victory and a playful wave before joining his mother in watching Mamma Mia.
[DAY 12, TUESDAY]
As far as ways to throw your roommateâs mom off your trail go, cheek kisses were good enough for the first couple of days. You quite grew to like them and, judging by the pinks of his ears and cheeks, so did Joshua. Every morning, youâd leave for work with a kiss to his cheek, a sweet smile and prep to your steps.
Then, of course, his mother made an off-hand comment about how it seems that Joshua never kisses you and he, of course, took that as a challenge. So, he began sending you off with forehead kisses and warm hugs. You like those even more, honestly.Â
But you both knew you were delaying the inevitable. Eventually, the cheek and forehead kisses would not be enough proof of your relationship. Paired with no late-evening love-drunk giggles and movie night cuddles, the morning kisses were barely enough to convince anyone and eventually youâd have to up your game.
You had simply hoped youâd have more time to come to terms with the fact before it happened.
âMomâs starting to get suspicious again,â Joshua simply stated in a hushed tone as he helped you put on your coat.Â
Your heart dropped at the mention. When you turned to look at him, he was looking at everything but your eyes. âIs she asking questions again?â
âShe told me to stop eating so much garlic bread because it would make my breath stink,â he said while staring at the fake plant sat on the shoe rack. âThat feels like a hint.â
âWell, you donât want to kiss me, so,â you pointed out with a shrug and shook your scarf to unravel it. âJust tell her itâs my breath thatâs bad.â
âNo way. Everybody knows your breath smells like roses and vanilla,â he joked and you choked on a laugh. He took your scarf from you and untangled a knot in the middle.Â
With nothing to do but stare at him, you came up with a mutually beneficial idea. âWe could just fake it.â
âHow do you fake a kiss?â he wondered, eyes narrowing and brows furrowing.
You shrugged. âI donât know. Isnât that what they do in movies? We just have to get the angle right.â
âHow does that work?âÂ
It turns out itâs hard to answer any questions when your crush is standing in your personal space â so close that you could smell his shampoo and conditioner. Your brain stalled, blanked and desperately tried to restart all necessary systems while you stared at him.Â
âLike this?â you heard his voice say but it sounded distant over the sound of your heart pumping.
Not seeming to notice your daze, Joshua placed the scarf around your neck gently. Carefully, he tugged on the two ends of it, pulling you closer inch by inch until you were so close that you had to fight yourself to not actually kiss him. He leaned closer and closer still, his nose brushing against yours, his hands still wrapped in the scarf to keep you from escaping. If you focused really hard, you could almost feel his lips brushing against yours ever so slightly.
The sound of the coffee maker starting and a mug being placed on the counter awakened you again, harshly forcing you back into consciousness. You let out a soft gasp without really meaning to.Â
âThatâ That wasââ Joshua stammered, stepping away from you like heâd been burned and running a hand through his hair.Â
You cleared your throat. âThat could work⌠I guessâŚâ
âRight.âÂ
âYeah.â
âHaveâ Have a good dayâŚâ
âYeah.â
You couldnât find another word to say until you reached your office. There, you slumped into your almost-comfy chair and stared at the ceiling.Â
âFuck.â
[DAY 16, SATURDAY]
Brunch is meant to be fun. Itâs meant to bring joy. Itâs breakfast without the hassle of waking up at 8 am â whatâs not to love?
Well, you werenât sure you liked brunch that much anymore.
Traumatised (a bit of a hyperbole) and furious (the scientifically correct term), you walked into your room and shut the door behind you before turning to glare at Joshua.
While you had gone out to eat with his mother â at her insistence and with a promise of free food â, your roommate stayed home with the excuse of a headache and snuggled into your blankets like it was his rightful place.
âYou.â
His eyes blinked open. âMe?â
âWhy do you never read your damn messages?â you burst out but tried to keep your voice low to not catch his motherâs attention. âI sent you, like, fifty.â
âYou did?â He seemed genuinely surprised. Which meant that he hadnât even looked at his phone once in the hours you were gone. Why did he even have a phone in the first place?
Your hands clenched into fists. âWhat if I died?!â
âMy mom asking you to brunch isnât really a deadly occasion.â
âI barely survived! She asked me about grandkids!â
âOh.â
Your glare was unrelenting. You hoped it would somehow telepathically convey how much you wished to strangle him if only it werenât illegal and you werenât desperately in love with him.
âWell, what did you tell her?â he then wondered and you almost actually jumped to tackle and murder him.
âWhat do you think I told her, Joshua?â You scoffed. âI just said we hadnât thought about it because this is still new and you know what she did? Do you want to know what she did?â
He raised a brow. âI guess so?â
âShe started giving me the whole âyou donât have foreverâ and âIâd like grandkids before I turn 70�� spiel,â you informed him and groaned. âIt went on forever.â
âYouâre a good actor,â he assured you with a small smile that almost seemed amused, âIâm sure you got your way out of it.â
âYouâre sleeping on the floor tonight,â you told him with a roll of your eyes.
He gasped. âBecause my mom asked about grandkids?!â
âBecause you donât read my texts.â
Joshua paused. âYeah, thatâs fair, actually.â
[DAY 20, WEDNESDAY]
Enough was enough. You could put up with many things â your roommateâs pranks, Chanâs endless fantasies about how heâs secretly the most sensible inhabitant of the building, Joshuaâs mother staying for a month with little to no notice â but you even your charitability had its limits.
When youâd woken up this morning, your back positively aching and your joints sore from being stuck between Joshuaâs wall-like form and the actual wall, the first thought you had was something Chan said:
âWhat are you getting out of this arrangement anyways? He gets his mom off his back, and you? Is getting to live out your late-night fantasies the only perk?â
And that was when you decided that you had finally reached your limit. With a shove that was far from affectionate or fond, you awakened Joshua and declared before he could even rub the sleep out of his eyes that heâd better keep his evening schedule and a sizable number on his bank account free for you.
What followed had been a shopping trip that dismayed him and exhilarated you. You had, after all, wanted a proper big bed for a while now. Finally, a chance to sprawl out and live out your starfish dreams without the worry of falling to the cold hard ground at 2 am. And more importantly, no more being pushed against the wall like an undignified cushion every other night.
But the thing you enjoyed most of all was Joshuaâs hair getting progressively more messy and unkempt as he tried to decipher the IKEA instructions all on his own while you curled up in your desk chair and watched him with a cup of hot cocoa in hand.
âI thought youâd be better at this,â you noted passively upon hearing his frustrated sigh and seeing him unscrew what you assumed was meant to be one of the legs of the new bed. âMaybe I shouldâve asked for Jeonghanâs help instead.â
The glare he sent your way was scathing but his tone remained as delightful as always when he assured you, âIâve got this, donât worry.â
You made a show of glancing at the time on your laptop â a rerun of Friends playing in the background in an effort to entertain your poor IKEA slave of the night â and announced, âIâm just saying. Itâs almost midnight and youâve only managed to add one leg to the frame.â
He groaned. âItâs not my fault this thing is so complicated. Why couldnât you pick out a different frame? Something more easy to assemble, for one.â
âI wanted this one,â you teased.
âThe oak one you looked at at first wouldâve been better. And cheaper.â
âIf you want me to keep playing along in your little improv show, youâd better be happy I only asked for a 700,000-won bed in return,â you pointed out and took a sip of your cocoa.Â
You sighed happily at the warmth the drink provided. Oh the joys of girlhood. You thought you could get used to this: free furniture, free assembly, and a handsome man to do your bidding.
Joshuaâs lips and eyes squeezed into a sarcastic smile as he slowly turned to face you. âDonât forget the mattress, darling.â
You shrugged. âI didnât see you protesting at the check-out.â
His smile dropped into yet another glare. âThatâs called being in shock. My bank account is dying because of you.â
Without another word, he sharply turned back to his task of assembling the frame.
âThis benefits you too, sweetheart,â you replied with a roll of your eyes. âI sleep better, you sleep better, everybody benefits.â
âFor ten days,â he muttered and practically slammed two pieces of wood together now that he was sure they were meant to go together. âAnd then you have a new comfy bed and I just have poverty.â
You snorted. âIâm willing to split custody if youâre nice to me.â
It didnât take a genius to know he was rolling his eyes. âYeah right.â
âBesides,â you adjusted your position so you could nudge his back with your foot in an affectionate manner, âyou barge in here to gossip every other night anyways. Youâre benefiting plenty.â
âRemind me to never ask you to be my fake girlfriend ever again,â he pleaded.
You knew (or perhaps wished) he only half-meant it. But even so there was a pang in your chest. A feeling of sadness as the reality once again sank in. It was easy to forget that this was just an act and he had only bought you this bed because he felt guilty and not because he loved you. The feeling would nag you late into the night.
[DAY 22, FRIDAY]
You had learnt early on that karaoke has the magical ability to heal wounds and erase bad memories, even if just for one night. Tonight you hoped it would once again prove true.
The buildingâs monthly karaoke parties were organised by Vernon and Jihoon in an effort to bring the community closer together. On every third Friday of the month, the lobby of the building would be lit with stage and string lights, decorated with colourful banners and dollar store party supplies, and a small stage would be built in the corner. As was tradition, everyone brought some snacks and drinks to the snack table and enjoyed the evening, getting progressively more drunk between karaoke and socialising.Â
You thought it was the perfect solution to your problems. With the help of loud music, your nosy friends and alcohol, you would for sure soon forget your heartache and worries.Â
There was, however, one problem you had forgotten: Joshuaâs protective nature.
You had successfully managed to avoid him for the better part of the evening, sneaking between people, hiding behind Mingyuâs wide frame under the guise of playing hide and seek with your roommate (something Mingyu was very happy to help with; you suspected he just liked to feel useful), and running at every mention of Joshua.Â
Seamlessly, the karaoke soon worked its miracle. You found you had missed the liberty that came with hanging out with your friends and not worrying how everything appears to Joshuaâs mother. For this one night, you were not Joshuaâs fake girlfriend, not someoneâs pretend-daughter-in-law, and not an actress struggling at improv â you were once again just (Y/n), a simple woman in love with her best friend, eyeing him from across the room and giggling with your friends about it.
By the time you remembered you were hiding from him, you were far from sober and your thoughts were getting a little jumbled as you made conversation with Minghao, laughing between every other word because saying things was hard and your tongue felt heavy in your mouth. Minghao didnât say a word and only smiled at you fondly, like one would at a kitten trying to chase after shoelaces, as he listened to you.Â
His attention was caught by something behind you and you saw him give someone a gentle nod and a bright smile. Then, before you could even process the situation or ask any questions, he placed a hand on your shoulder and turned you around, bringing you face to face with him.Â
You werenât sure what it was about the dollar store lighting in the lobby, but you had always thought it made Joshua look even more delectable. It was hard not to stare at the shadow his lashes cast on his cheeks or the definition of his muscles visible through the thin fabric of his button-up shirt.
âHi!â You greeted him with a wave and an intoxicated giggle, momentarily forgetting about the freshly opened can of beer in your hand and letting it slosh in your hands. âOh! Sorry, my bad!â
A situation you wouldâve once thought to be mortifying only made you laugh harder tonight as you searched for tissues and began to dry your hand. You didnât notice when Joshua had taken the drink from you but you also wouldnât notice he never gave it back.
He watched you with a smile. âHaving fun?â
âOh my god, Iâm having so much fun,â you rambled, eyes shining as you looked at him, already forgetting your quest to dry the floor. âDid you see when Seungcheol and I did âAlcohol-Freeâ together? It was so much funââ
It was hard to finish your thought when he looked at you with those pretty eyes, and smile, andâÂ
He adjusted the sleeves of your dress for you and you almost melted. All thoughts gone. Words? Never heard of those.
You were silent for so long that he chuckled. âYou awake?â
âIâ Yeah, totally,â you replied, blinking your eyes to force yourself to focus again. âHow about you? Are you having fun?â
He shrugged. âI usually have more fun when youâre with me.â
âOh.â
âYou didnât even sing âBreaking Freeâ with me tonight,â he complained playfully but you thought you saw a hint of actual sadness in his eyes. âIâm glad youâre making friends with Seungcheol though.â
You hummed and nodded. âHeâs very nice. Very handsome too.â
His eyes widened and you couldnât quite figure out why.Â
Not that you even wanted to figure it out. You were, in all honesty, more preoccupied with memorising how pretty he looked with his doe eyes. The purples and yellows and pinks of the lights reflected back from the browns of his eyes and you thought it was the prettiest sight you had ever witnessed. No sunset, sunrise or wild landscape could compete with this view.Â
And you wanted to tell him that; but words were so hard when your blood was buzzing with alcohol and adrenaline. So you thought you should show him somehow.Â
Your eyes closed briefly. You leaned forward just a bit. Then your lips pressed against his. For just a moment. You couldnât help but smile as you leaned back and opened your eyes again.
If you had thought his eyes were pretty before, they were positively the most gorgeous sight now as he stared back at you in wonder and confusion. There were not enough words in the dictionary. You thought they ought to fix that problem and add a few just to be safe.Â
âThe girl who wins your heart will be so lucky,��� you told him softly and pressed another gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth. âI wish I was her.â
â(Y/n), Iââ he started and you felt the alcohol leave your blood in an instant, the warm buzzing replaced with a cold rush.Â
Before he could say anything in response, you ran out of the party.Â
[DAY 23, SATURDAY]
Seokmin had always heavily advertised the buildingâs monthly karaoke parties as âlife-alteringâ. He wrote that in large letters with a bright red marker on every karaoke party notice he saw and he said the exact phrase to every person he talked to in the week leading up to the event. Which was especially funny because 1) he wasnât on the advertising team, 2) there was no advertising team to begin with, and 3) he never even volunteered to help organise the events. You had concluded that he was just very incredibly enthusiastic about karaoke (and with a voice like his how could one not be?).
But you now feared he was right after all.
Upon realising your mistake, you had, for a moment, contemplated going home and hiding in your room before you realised it would be the first place heâd look for you.
So, instead, you sent a silent apology your best friendâs way and took the spare key from under the doormat before letting yourself into Chan's apartment.Â
Even as the morning arrived, you didnât dare face Joshua. Not after what had happened. Not after you had kissed him and told him you wished heâd fall in love with you and kissed him again. You could never go home again.Â
Chan looked away from his laptop screen just to give you a look with one of his brows raised. âYou literally live with him.â
âThatâs the whole point. I canât go home,â you told him, lying face-down against his thigh.Â
Turns out itâs surprisingly easy to make physical contact with men when youâre not attracted to them. You silently wondered if that could be the solution to your obvious touch-starvation problem â why else would you drunkenly kiss your roommate?
He rolled his eyes. âThen whatâs your plan, drama queen?â
You didnât answer, mulling it over in your head. There really werenât a lot of options.Â
Maybe it was a sign â finally you could fulfil your life-long dream of adopting a new identity and moving to Iceland to become an anonymous sheep herder. It sure sounded more tempting than facing Joshua Hong again.
Before you could open your mouth to suggest a viable idea, Chan beat you to it with a click of his tongue. âYouâre too poor to move to Iceland. And no, you canât move into my place either.â
There went your plan A as well as plan B.
âFuck you,â you told him and rolled over to face the ceiling. âThen what do I do?â
âWhat you always do, I guess,â he sighed and turned back to his online shopping addiction. âYou complain a bit, throw an apple at my head, and then pretend nothing ever happened between you and Joshua.â
You blinked. âDo I always do that?âÂ
âWithout fail.â
You hadnât realised there was a pattern. Perhaps this whole thing was worse than you had thought. Perhaps taking a new identity and running really was your only option. And who knows, you thought, maybe youâd find a nice man in Iceland and fall in love with a not-Joshua instead. Then youâd at least be free of one problem, even if at the expense of a new set of issues.
âInstead of catastrophizing, you should use this opportunity,â Chan broke the silence, eyes still on the screen.
You suddenly understood why throwing an apple at his head was part of the pattern. Fortunately for him, the apples were just out of your reach and you were too comfy and hungover to go get even one. âTo fake my death and go into hiding? Absolutely.â
âWhat? No!â He frowned at you as if you had suggested 2+2 was 5. âWhat is wrong with you? You need to face this whole thing head-on instead of making escape plans!â
âIâd honestly rather go missing under mysterious circumstances.â
âOr,â he started and flicked your forehead with his fingers, making you curse at him as he rolled his eyes, âyou could accept the fact that you confessed to your crush and see what he thinks of that.â
âHe looked horrified last night.â
âYou were drunk and kissed him without permission,â he reminded you helpfully. You failed to see how that information would soften the blow. If anything, it was making you feel like a predator â and not even a very clever one. You grimaced. âGive the poor guy a minute to process before jumping to conclusions. He was just surprised. If you stuck around instead of pulling a Cinderella, maybe you wouldâve found out it wasnât that big of a deal. Who knows, maybe he even likes you back.â
âPull a Cinderââ You sputtered and glared at him. âWhy do I ever come to you for advice?â
He offered a smug smile. âBecause deep down you know Iâm right.â
You were certain he wasnât. You couldnât imagine any scenario outside of your daydreams where the situation couldâve been resolved with a smile and a confession from Joshua Hong. You could, however, imagine a thousand scenarios of him running away or being so disgusted by your behaviour that heâd call off the fake dating scheme once and for all.
Seeing your hopeless expression, Chan sighed. âInstead of making doomâs day plans, try to look at the bright side of things.â
âWhat bright side?â you asked, closing your eyes and wishing the month would end already. âI embarrassed myself in front of my crush. Whatâs the bright side, Mr Positivity?â
His silence spoke louder than any words ever could have.
[DAY 24, SUNDAY]
After two nights at Chanâs apartment, you finally decided it was time to face your nightmare. If Joshua hadnât unilaterally called off the scheme yet, his mother must have for sure been worried about the state of things. You thought you owed him at least these last 7 days of fulfilling this nonsensical plan.Â
So, after two cups of coffee and a pep talk from Lee Chan, you braced yourself and walked into your own apartment for the first time all weekend.Â
It was silent. Of course it was, you thought and facepalmed: it was only 8 am on a Sunday. Just because your sins and demons had kept you from sleeping in didnât mean Joshua and his mother would be awake at this damned hour.
You were just about to come to terms with the fact when a soft pitter-patter of feet interrupted the silence. The steps came closer and you took a deep breath to calm yourself, praying it wouldnât be who you thought it was.
But you knew it was a useless hope. You had lived with Joshua long enough to recognise his footsteps and the rhythm of his snores in your sleep.Â
He let out a sigh that seemed almost relieved once he reached the living room.Â
âWhere were you?â you expected him to ask and put on his best impression of an overprotective dad.Â
âHow dare you come back here?â you half thought heâd say and glare at you as heâd shove a bag full of your clothes into your arms and kick you out.
But he just watched you in silence for a moment as if to make sure you were real and not a figment of his overactive imagination. And only once you had been pushed to the point of awkwardness where you couldnât help but put on a tight-lipped smile and a shrug did he finally open his mouth to ask, âDid you eat yet?â
You had almost forgotten what he sounded like and it was a pleasant feeling to listen to him again. The soft murmur and slight sleepy growl to his voice sounded like home and it made the butterflies in your stomach come back to life with a roar of fluttering wings, free of shame and fear.
Your smile almost felt genuine when you replied, âI was going to make pancakesâŚâÂ
⌠To make up for what I did went unsaid, but you suspected he knew they were there nonetheless.Â
He yawned in a way that didnât seem entirely real, as if he was putting on an act to ease the awkwardness. After glancing at the clock he spoke again, âI kind of want to go eat breakfast outside today.â
âOh.âÂ
You felt a little dejected at the thought but you understood. If someone had done to you what you had to him â someone you thought was your friend suddenly kissed you and confessed to you, even drunkenly â, you probably would have needed more time as well. If he didnât want to eat breakfast at home with you, it was his right. You were sure his mother was better company than you anyways.
That didnât mean it didnât hurt you though. You turned your head to fight back the tears that threatened to make a comeback. You didnât think you had any right to cry but that didnât mean you didnât want to.Â
But before you could spiral further, Joshua chuckled, âDonât worry. Iâll pay. You can get as many waffles as you want.â
Your head snapped to face him again, eyes blinking rapidly. You pointed at yourself. âYou want me toââ
âGet dressed, silly. Iâm too poor to pay for both you and mom, you know.â He could hardly keep from smiling. âBesides, we need to talk, just you and I.â
And talk you did. Or at least you would have if you werenât so distracted by waffles and a sense of impending doom. You could hardly sit still in your chair, feeling uncomfortable sitting across from him.Â
Any moment now, you thought, heâs going to say you were an awful person. Any moment now, heâs going to say it was all a big mistake and he shouldâve just asked Jeonghan to fake date him instead.Â
But maybe Chan was right and you were a fair bit overdramatic.Â
âSo about the other night,â Joshua finally started with a heavy sigh and put down his coffee cup. He avoided your eyes (not that you wouldâve noticed because you were too busy avoiding his anyway) as he searched for words to say.Â
âIâm sorry about that,â you blurted out, abandoning your waffles.Â
He paused. âSorry?â
âIâm sorry for⌠you knowâŚâ You couldnât even say the words because it was so dumb and ridiculous and shouldnât have ever happened anyway. How does one apologise for kissing someone? You forced yourself to look him in the eyes. âI shouldnât have done it. I was just drunk and dumb and sillyâ You know how I get.â
He nodded. âRight. You were just⌠drunk.â
âYep.â
âAnd you just kissed me becauseâŚâ
âI was excited to see you,â you half-lied and avoided his eyes again. âI just hadnât seen you all night and there you were and I guess I got a littleâŚâ Carried away? Lovestruck? âIt doesnât change anything, I swear. I was drunk.â
Silence. He was silent for so long that you were half-convinced heâd gone and left you to your own devices. Paying for the breakfast wouldâve been the least of your worries.
When you looked up to see if he was still there, you saw him looking down at his food. He seemed⌠sad? Disappointed? Upset with you for making such silly excuses maybe? You shuddered to think what that odd dim look on his face meant.
The butterflies that had woken up just an hour ago went back to rest, ashamed of their work. You could just hope he wouldnât hate you forever or kick you out of the apartment.Â
Finally, after what felt like forever and then some years, Joshua forced on a smile that was a little too bright to be real. âDonât worry about it. Iâm just glad youâre back. Where did you even go after the karaoke?â
âIââ You were both overjoyed and taken aback by his question. He cared. He cared and he didnât want you gone from his life. âI kind of broke into Chanâs apartment and stayed there.â
Brows furrowing and the corner of his mouth turning downwards, he scoffed. âInstead of just coming home? I was worried sick!â
âIâm sorry!â you squeaked and somehow it was the most sincere apology you had uttered today. âI was just so embarrassed and I didnât think youâd want to see me, soââ
âI always want to see you,â he argued with a disbelieving laugh. âYouâre my best friend, (Y/n). I could never be so mad at you that Iâd never want to see you. You had me so worried! I thought youâd gone to sleep in a dumpster somewhere.â
There he was â the Joshua you had fallen so hopelessly in love with. Your silly, protective, way too sweet and dramatic Joshua. And you didnât feel ashamed to be in front of him.Â
A smile forced its way onto your lips at the thought.
âWhat are you smiling at? This is serious!â He could hardly fight a grin himself, already bordering on giggling at your argument. âI was worried about you. And mom kept asking about you and I almost told her youâd moved to Iceland like you always dreamedââ
âOkay, okay,â you interrupted him with a laugh. âIâm sorry, again. You can stop being a worry-wart now.â
âOh, Iâm sorry.â He rolled his eyes theatrically. âNext time Iâll just leave you to freeze in the dumpster.â
âI didnât sleep in a dumpster!â
âChanâs place is not much better.â
[DAY 26, TUESDAY]
You had hoped that your Sunday breakfast apologies would be the last your actions would haunt you aside from the regular night-time program of nightmares. You had apologised, you had made up, and you were friends with Joshua again as if nothing had happened at all.
Had there been a small, minimal, miniscule glimmer of hope in your heart that Chanâs words would be true and Joshua would tell you he liked you back? Sure.Â
Had it been crushed to the point of no revival? Absolutely.Â
âOh, hey, (Y/n),â Vernon greeted you when you entered the buildingâs lobby after a long day of work.Â
You glanced around and noted that, as per usual, the clean-up of the karaoke party was taking five days longer than the setting up. It was only natural, you supposed, as Jihoon was too busy to bother with this and Vernon â as per Junhui and Seungkwanâs accounts â was not the biggest fan of cleaning. Today, four days after the party, he was taking down the last string lights.
âI see some things never change,â you told him with a good-natured chuckle.Â
Though it took him a moment to understand what you were implying, Vernon rolled his eyes once the realisation hit. âYouâre welcome to come and help.â
You had walked right into that one and so you sighed. âAlright, what do you need?â
He laughed. âI was just joking. Iâve got this. I planned this entire thing anyway.â
âWouldnât you rather spend some time with your girlfriend?â you wondered. You could barely wrap your mind around how people with dating lives didnât just spend all their free time cuddling and being in love.
âEllaâs fine,â he told you with a shrug. âSheâs got Rocket and Mango to keep her company.â He paused for a moment before adding, âI think sheâs probably sick of me, anyway.â
âWhy?â
â... I ate the last ice cream.â
You snorted a laugh. âMight as well send in the divorce paperwork already.â
âRight?â he joked before raising his brows. âHow about you?â
âWhat about me?â
âWhy arenât you at home, making googly eyes at Josh?â
You froze. Did he know about your crush? Vernon â the master of not noticing the things around him â had noticed your crush? How obvious had you been?
 âWhy would I do that?â you asked after clearing your throat.
He scoffed. âOh, come on, we all saw you at the party.â
It appeared the magical karaoke regrets would never stop haunting you. You cursed under your breath.Â
Barely noting your silence, Vernon turned back to the lights but asked, âSo, are you finally together? Did he finally confess?â
âConfess?â
You cringed as you felt like a broken record forced to perform, but your brain was too far in overdrive to maintain its normal operations.
âI mean, heâs been in love with you since like⌠forever, really,â he told you oh-so-casually, as if he was discussing the Monday paper or the weather. âI thought the dumbass would never confess. If he hadnât, Iâm sure Jeonghan and Seungkwan wouldâve set up a ploy to get you to date.â
And just like that you found yourself on Chanâs sofa once again. He had only greeted you with a deep, heartfelt sigh and a nod that said he had expected this.Â
As he fell next to you on the sofa, he took a sip of beer and said, âDo your thing, drama queen.â
You stayed silent, still pondering your existence and the ups and downs of your (non?)existent love life.Â
Mouth agape in surprise at your lack of complaints, Chan waved a hand in front of your face. âEarth to (Y/n)? What happened? You know, itâs good to let your feelings out. I might complain about it sometimes butââ
âVernon said Joshua has a crush on me,â you finally blurted out, staring ahead, still deep in disbelief. âIt canât be, right? Heâs probably being silly. But what if he isnât? What if heâs right? What if Joshua has a crush on me? What if he had a crush on me and then I kissed him and now he thinks Iâm gross?â
It did feel good to let your feelings and thoughts out. And now they just sounded even sillier. Why? Well, because it was ridiculous â Joshua would never have a crush on you.
Chan blinked. âVernon said that?â
âDo you think heâs right?â
He kissed his teeth. âAnd if I say yes?â
âThen why didnât he say anything?âÂ
âWhy didnât you?â
âBecause he canât possibly like me!â
He rolled his eyes and leaned back. âThere you go.â
âWhy hasnât he confessed? He couldâve told me to not apologise. He couldâve kissed me back. He couldâveââ
âMaybe heâs a coward and heâs waiting for you to confess first,â Chan guessed. âYou know, kind of like how youâre doing right now.â
âYou are entirely unhelpful,â you told him with a mild glare that one could almost mistake for fond. âI canât just confess to him. Not after what happened.â
âSays who?â
âCan you stop asking questions and help me,â you whined before practically slamming your head against his shoulder in a search for comfort. âThis is a serious crisis. Do you think he could actually like me?â
Chan hesitated. âYou didnât hear it from me, butâŚâ
âBut?â
âIâm pretty sure I overheard Jeonghan, Seungcheol and Joshua talking about you. And Iâm pretty sure Joshua said he could never live with himself if you rejected him.â
âHe did?â
âYou didnât hear it from me,â he reminded you and patted your arm in a brotherly manner. âSo I say you go and confess and live happily ever after.â
You groaned. âOr miserably.â
âIf thatâs what you want,â he joked. âBut you should still give it a try.â
âBut not today though.â
âDefinitely not today. You look like a mess,â he blurted. âHeâd have to be pretty far gone to accept your confession, Ms Frankenstein.â
He squeezed his eyes shut and tensed as if he expected you to hit him â with an apple, you guessed â and you just scoffed out something akin to a laugh.
âIâd kick you if you werenât such a good friend,â you told him instead and gently patted his cheek. âThank you for putting up with me.â
[DAY 27, WEDNESDAY]
The alarm still had a few minutes before it would go off.Â
You stared at Joshua as he slept soundly beside you. It was tempting to smooth down his hair and press a soft kiss to his forehead. But you had other things to do before you could do that.Â
You took a deep breath and opened your lips to just whisper the words â as practice for the real confession you would definitely, 100%, certainly make in a few days â but no sound came out.Â
You sighed and slumped back into your pillow. Confessing is harder than it looks in movies and books, even when heâs asleep and canât hear you.
Joshuaâs phone began ringing, notifying both him and you of the beginning of a new day. He stirred beside you. You pretended youâd been asleep this entire time.
[DAY 28, THURSDAY]
It was cold. So, so cold. Of course fate would have it that the first snowstorm of the year would hit without warning on the one day the last bus home was over an hour late. And of course it had to be on the one day when your boss asked (or, rather, begged) you to work overtime.Â
But maybe fate wasnât entirely cruel and useless, you thought as Seungcheolâs car stopped in front of the bus stop and he invited you inside with a worried smile and a wave.
âWhat are you doing out so late?â he wondered as he cranked the seat warmers up to the maximum. âDidnât you watch the forecast?â
Oh. So they had issued a warning after all.Â
âIâve been a little distracted, I guess,â you told him with a sheepish laugh before thanking him for giving you a lift and wondering, âWhat about you? Itâs not exactly driving weather.â
âEvery weather is driving weather,â he joked and offered you a bright smile that for the shortest moment had you wishing you had fallen for him and not your stupidly endearing roommate. âIâm sure Joshuaâs worried.â
You hadnât even thought to check your phone until now. Frankly, judging by its recent battery life, youâd be shocked if it had any charge left at all.
âHeâll live.â
âAre youâ I thoughtââ He hummed in thought, brows furrowing. âAre you not together?â
How you wished you were.
âNo,â you sighed. âBut I was going to confess tonight until, you know, my boss decided we needed those reports two days ago.â
Seungcheol nearly swerved his car in surprise. He was quick to fix his error â it went fairly smoothly with how empty the streets were this late at night. âIâm sorry. I really thought you were together. Heâs been talking about you so much. I thoughtââ
âApparently youâre not the only one.â You laughed. âI donât know how heâll feel if I do confess though. Maybe heâll kick me out.â
âHe wonât. No way,â he said and it almost sounded like a promise. âBut if he does, tell me and Iâll kick his ass.â
âSo you think I should confess?âÂ
âDo it. I think youâll like the outcome.â
âHow do you know?â
He shrugged. âLetâs just say I have some experience with love.â
[DAY 29, FRIDAY]
Back home, Joshua felt like he was going to go out of his mind. The clock on the wall was mocking him, moving forward even as his worry deepened.Â
It was already almost midnight. You were usually home by 7. And yet there was no sign of you.
Sighing, he fell back onto the sofa and checked his phone again. He wasnât sure how many times he had done that already. Fifteen? Fifty? Five hundred, perhaps?Â
Still no calls back. Still no sign that you had read his messages. When he tapped on your contact to call you, it went to voicemail and he almost went insane.
âIâm sure sheâs safe. Sheâll be home soon,â his mother comforted him with a gentle pat on the shoulder. But her words were hard to believe when she was staying up later than usual with him, her third cup of peppermint tea sat on the coffee table in front of them.
The clock ticked midnight and Joshua jumped to his feet. âIâm going out to find her.â
âYouâre going out? In this weather?â She didnât need to use harsh words for him to know that she was scolding him.Â
But he didnât care. He couldnât care when you werenât home.Â
So he ignored her warnings and pulled on his coat, his boots, and grabbed his car keys.Â
âIâll be back soon,â he called over his shoulder as he left the apartment. He heard her call something out to him but he couldnât be bothered to listen when he was half-certain you were buried in a pile of snow somewhere.Â
He was halfway down the stairs, somewhere between the first and second floor when he heard your voice. He couldâve sworn life returned to his veins at the sound. He sighed in relief and picked up the pace, hurrying to see you.
But then he heard another voice. Seungcheol.Â
âIf you like it, keep it,â the man from 5A spoke, his voice rich and low in a way Joshua just knew would have any woman weak at the knees. And how was he supposed to compete with that?
He heard you laugh â giggle, really. âThatâs so sweet, Cheol.â
Cheol? Joshua almost scoffed in disbelief. It had taken him two months to get to the nickname stage with you and this man comes and reaches it in less than a month?Â
He wasnât sure what this feeling in his chest was. Anger? Bitterness? No, he was just lying to himself. He knew exactly what this feeling was: jealousy. And heâd be damned if he let this continue.
Dusting off his black wool coat, he picked up the pace again and rushed downstairs to meet you.Â
The acting lessons his mother had signed him up for when he was a kid paid off now as he feigned surprise at the sight of you. Eyes widening, lips falling apart, and a gasp of air to really sell it. He ran to you from the bottom of the staircase.
âSweetheart!â he called out as he practically tackled you in a hug. He didnât even have to pretend as he held you close, one arm around your back and one pushing against the back of your head to keep you as close as humanly possible. âWhere were you? I was so worried. Are you okay?â
You had squeaked in surprise and he almost laughed. He let you go (all the while making sure to keep one hand on your back) and asked again, âAre you okay, baby?â
You seemed to be speechless, staring at him with wide eyes full of confusion.Â
Seungcheol cleared his throat and Joshua almost glared at him just to prove a point. âI should leave you with yourâŚâ
âBoyfriend,â Joshua quickly supplied with a smile he hoped came across as both friendly and venomous. You let out another squeak of surprise.Â
âRight.â Seungcheol raised a single brow before sharing a funny look with you. âIâll see you some other time then, (Y/n). And donât let your boss make you work overtime again.â
With that, he climbed up the stairs, leaving just Joshua and you.
âYou worked overtime?â Joshua wondered, visibly relaxing once Seungcheol was out of range. âHow long?â
âJust until 10,â you replied but it sounded almost robotic.Â
âItâs midnight,â he reminded you and took your hand to check if your hands were cold. He sighed in both relief that they were warm and disappointment that he didnât have an excuse to play with your hands now.Â
You scratched your head. âThe bus was late. I donât know if it even came.â
âSo, then you called Seungcheol?âÂ
The implication hurt him. He thought he was your first call no matter what happened. He had been all these months, after all. Even if he sucked at reading messages, he never failed to answer the phone on the first ring.Â
âI think my phone died. Cheol just happened to drive past,â you told him and, for once, he felt better.Â
He sighed in relief and closed his eyes, taking the situation in. It felt like he could finally breathe and think again now that you were back home.Â
âJoshua,â your voice interrupted his thoughts and he hummed, âare you okay?â
He opened his eyes and looked at you. The urge to pull you back into his arms was overwhelming. âYou had me so worried.â
âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to worry you. I shouldâve called butââ
âI canât keep doing this.â He hadnât meant to say it out loud. He really hadnât. But that hadnât stopped him at all.Â
You seemed startled at his words, not in a good way. In a way that made him wonder if you ever expected anything but the worst when he spoke to you. He had to put a stop to it.Â
But before he could, you scoffed. âWhatâs that supposed to mean? Youâre acting like I do this often.â
âThatâs not what I meant.â
âAlso, what just happened with Cheol?â He wasnât sure what had set you off, but he felt himself matching your energy, getting agitated. âSince when are you introducing yourself as my boyfriend to our neighbours? If you wanted to do that, you should have warned me.â
âI lied,â he blurted out before you could continue. âIâve been lying to you a lot.âÂ
You froze. âYou⌠You lied? What do you mean?â
He took a deep breath. âWhen I lied to my mom, when I told her we were dating â it wasnât random. I said I was dating you because⌠I guess I just wanted it to be real. I wasnât nervous because I lied to her. I was nervous because I thought youâd be disgusted and upset and hate me. But Iâve liked you since the day you moved in and Iâve been in love with you since the time you borrowed my sweater in August because the moths ate all of yours.â
âYou like me?â you asked dumbly and he actually laughed.
Joshua nodded. âIâm in love with you in a way I didnât think I could ever be with anyone.â
âAnd⌠youâre choosing to confess now?â You glanced around at the empty lobby, only a single sconce lamp lighting the way into the building. âHere? Like this? Why?â
âSeungcheolââ
Your jaw dropped. âBecause youâre jealous?!â
Joshua scratched the back of his neck and avoided your eyes. He didnât have a single excuse. He was an impulsive man. He rarely thought of the consequences or even of what he was doing in that moment. Especially when it came to you. He looked down at his feet.
âI mean,â you continued with a chuckle, âI guess Iâm no better. I kissed you at the karaoke just because I thought you were pretty.â
âI shouldâve kissed you back,â he told you earnestly.Â
You blinked. And then you blinked again. Then he saw a mischievous glint in your eye. âYou should. Right now.â
You couldnât have been serious. He didnât think you were. There was no way.
âYou canât just confess to me like this and then not kiss me,â you told him and you didnât sound mad at him. âYou owe me that much after that scene with Seungcheol and confessing to me in the building lobby, Mr Gentleman.â
Who was he to argue?Â
Taking another long gulp of air, he leaned closer. Slowly, centimetre by centimetre, unsure if you were serious or not.Â
It was his turn to squeak in surprise when you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt coat and pulled him closer to kiss his lips.Â
âSo,â he wondered, voice soft and dazed, when you pulled away, âyou like me back?â
âYou can ask Chan for proof, if you want,â you simply told him before kissing him again.Â
He didnât care to ask for an explanation. Not when he was finally getting everything he wanted.
 [DAY 30, SUNDAY]
Turns out fake dating becomes a lot easier when you just actually date. Who couldâve guessed?
The agony of sharing your bed and being pushed against the wall no matter the size of your mattress was replaced with the domestic joy of being able to cuddle your boyfriend. By the second night of dating Joshua, you had found your favourite position was letting him lie half on top of you, his head resting against your chest at the perfect angle to play with his hair.Â
The awkward breakfasts full of lies⌠Well, they still had a few emergency lies here and there, but for the most part it was stealing bites off his plate and nudging each other while giggling as his mother watched you with a mildly amused look on her face.
And the kisses. You couldnât get enough of the kisses and neither could the butterflies in your stomach, still fluttering the same as they had during your first kiss even now as he kissed you for the fiftieth time (yes, you had kept count).Â
It was only a shame that the real dating started so late into the scheme. After only two days of domestic bliss, it was time for his mother to pack her bags and go home.
Dressed in a warm coat and wrapped in a large scarf, she offered her son a warm hug, whispering endearments and gentle scoldings into his ear as you waited in the lobby. You suspected her taxi driver had fallen asleep by now. Â
She then gave you a hug as well. A short and sweet one with a warning to treat her son well. And then she added, âOh, before I forget, I left something on the kitchen table for you. Read it later, okay?â
You nodded and sent her off with a smile.
Joshua joined your side, resting a hand on your back (a new habit of his that you didnât quite mind). He wore a smile.
âWhat did she tell you?â you asked him. âWhen you were hugging.â
âTold me to stop leaving the toilet seat up,â he told you and you suspected it was only half the truth. âWhat about you?â
âShe said she left something on the kitchen table for us to read.â
He paused. âA book?â
âYou think? What if itâs a poem?â
âMaybe a letter?â
âItâs possible.âÂ
You shared a look. His motherâs taxi barely managed to leave your sight before you and your boyfriend (you could never get enough of calling him that) were dashing up the stairs to solve the mystery.
True enough, there was a white envelope on the table.
âMaybe itâs pocket money,â you guessed as you picked the envelope up. âFor hosting her or something.â
âIf it is, you should give it to me,â he told you and you werenât entirely sure he was joking. âThereâs a hole in my bank account because of you.â
âYouâre never letting that go, are you?â you sighed and opened the envelope. You were pleasantly surprised to find out you had been right â a handful of cash had been stashed into the envelope, probably enough to cover your rent for the month.
Barely bothering to hide his smirk, Joshua extended a palm. You gave him a look. Stared at him. Then sighed and placed the cash in his hand. He smiled bright and put it away in his pocket.
But the cash wasnât all. There was a folded piece of paper. A letter.
You opened it, half-expecting a scolding or a motherly warning. But this letter â as short as it was sweet â exceeded all expectations.
Sweethearts
I hope you know Iâm not unwise. I know all about your little scheme â neither of you are very good actors. Joshua, you should know better than to lie to your mother.Â
But it was entertaining and I am glad to have given you some incentive to finally take the proper steps and start dating. You make a cute couple when youâre not acting.Â
Canât wait to see you two again soon
Your jaw dropped.Â
âWhat does it say?â Joshua wondered, leaning over your shoulder to read. He let out a scoff soon afterwards. âShe can be so mean.â
âShe knew this whole time?â you cried out.
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. âI shouldâve known. It was too easy.â
âI mean, I thought she was suspicious of us, but this?â
âDo we really suck at acting this much?â
âWhatever,â you sighed and put the letter down. âIâm going to sleep. I canât handle an existential crisis right now.â
âRight, letâs go sleep,â Joshua agreed, leading you away from the kitchen with a gentle tug on your arm.Â
It was only when you were stood in front of the two bedroom doors, nearly identical and stood side by side, that you paused and a realisation hit.Â
Was it appropriate to share a bed anymore? Surely Joshua would want to go back to his own room now that it was free again?Â
You almost groaned out loud: you had thought the doubts and useless problems would cease after the confession. Everything was good and great and wonderful, so why were the stupid worries back?
Having probably reached the same conclusion, Joshua seemed just as stumped. He stared at his bedroom door for a while and you were certain heâd go to sleep in his own bed for the night, ending your most favourite part of newfound domestic bliss.
âI paid for the bed,â he suddenly said with a laugh and gently pushed you towards your room, following closely after. âYouâre not getting rid of me now, sweetheart.â
âSo youâre just inviting yourself into my room now?â you joked, nudging his side before letting yourself fall onto the bed.Â
He laid down next to you, resting his head on his arm after rolling to his side to face you. He grinned. âItâs our room now.â
You loved the sound of that and you were certain he could see it on your face.
âSo what will we do with your room?â
Joshua pondered for a moment. âWe could turn it into a guest room. something tells me momâs going to want to visit again soon.â
You paled at the mention of her. âI donât think I can ever look her in the eyes again.â
âMe neither,â he sighed and leaned over to hide his face in the crook of your neck. âLetâs not think about it any more.â
âYouâre the one that brought her up!â You laughed.
âLetâs just go to sleep,â he said. âI love you.â
The butterflies went crazy. You couldnât and wouldnât fight the smile that appeared on your face. âI love you too.â
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â˘~°â Just the Little Human Things â°~â˘
Prompt: Humans and demons are different, no duh. There are some things that we do naturally that shocked and freak out the brothers. Here are some random few (each linked to a specific brother, like 1 means Lucifer, etc).
Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor.
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1. Cracking bones.
You spent a long day dealing with your studies. Your fingers cramped. So you cracked them. Lucifer was appalled. He thought you just broke yourself. Lucifer goes straight to you and asks if you just broke your finger or something along those lines. After calming him down and just explaining that you were popping the air bubbles in your joints because they ached, he was more appalled.
Humans can get air bubbles in between their bones?! That's so weird. Demons can't crack their joints. If they make any cracking noise, they probably cracked their bones.
At least you're not hurt. That is all that matters to him.
2. Adrenaline.
Demons have instincts like humans, but they don't have adrenaline. They have the same amount of strength and power, no matter the situation. No amount of tension will give them a random boost in a fight. Humans do. It's called adrenaline (SHOCKING). Boosting our stamina, pain tolerance, reaction time, and strength. It's like a superpower! A superpower that Mamon was unaware of at the time.
You both were running from trouble, as normal. Even though your body was in its flight or fight, no amount of adrenaline will make you run as fast as the fastest demon in hell! So how was he supposed to know! It was until there was a dead end. The door was locked. Mammon was about to use some magic to open it because the angry demons were very close behind you guys. before he could, BAM! You ram right into it and smash it open
What. The. Hell??? Are you on steroids or something?!
Once you escape, Mammon has so many questions. He now thinks adrenaline is so cool.
3. Being social animals.
Demons aren't necessarily social creatures. Some will go millennias without talking to anything, and they don't go insane. It's just a lot of demons like socialising. Levi is not one of those demons, though. Levi will go some months without speaking to anyone, even some days without speaking to his brothers. He thought humans were the same. He didn't know that it could cause mental issues like insanity or depression.
Levi only found out because he was watching a horror anime, where a human character was isolated for months and went insane. He thought it was fiction, but then he asked you. As soon as yes leaves your mouth, he is in utter disbelief.
Now he feels bad whenever he has you holed up in his room. Don't you want to socialise? He wouldn't mind if you went to party with Asmo and Mammon... At least he'd try not to mind. Are you sure you're okay with just him? Yeah? ... He thinks he is okay with just you, too.
4. Humans on the moon?
When you came to devildom, even though Satan wasn't that close to you, he did research about humans out of curiosity. Satan learnt about human history, myths & legends, science (a.k.a human magic), medicine, and even decided to research human technology.
The only thing he didn't know was that humans went to the moon. When he was doing human history, he was doing ancient human history. Being a demon who was immortal, Satan classed anything from the last 100 years as morden to him. He was alive during it. He should know when it happens. But somehow, no one talked about the humans landing on the moon.
You wanted to know if demons had also gone to space, and he answered with, "No. Some of angels have... What do you mean also?" Humans, flightless and magicless fleshbags, have gone to the stars?!
5. Baby teeth falling out.
Asmodeus wanted to see childhood pictures of you! He was going on about how cute you were until he saw that in one of your photos that you were missing a tooth?! Asmo didn't know you were missing a tooth! He immediately tried to look in your mouth for that missing tooth, but there was a tooth there?! What?! Did you get some sort of tooth surgery?
Demons and angels don't have baby teeth. They are made not to naturally lose any of their teeth, and if they lose a tooth, they have to get a surjery to get it back. So, this concept is crazy to them.
Asmo was thankful it was natural. You made him panic!
6. Stretch marks.
Demons have rapid regeneration, so they don't get stretch marks. The scars just heal immediately as it isn't a deep wound to them.
Beelzebub had no idea humans could get them. He thought some demon attacked or tried to put a hex on you, but once you explained it to him, it blew his mind. Losing or gaining weight causes these marks? Humans are stretchy??? That's cute.
Beelzebub likes running his hand over the marks. It's fascinating to him.
7. Modern medicine.
Belphegor knew a lot about humans due to his human phase when he was an angel. There isn't anything that you do that surprises him. Belphie even knows humans went to the moon because he is an astrology girlie. But he is clueless about morden medicine.
Belphie lost interest in humans when he fell, obviously. He didn't want to interact with humans after his hatred for them developed. So he has no idea about morden human medicine.
Humans don't use frog eggs anymore? They were unsafe? Really? Belphie thought they worked. He did not know humans were just as unknowledgable as he was back then. Belphie learnt after you accidentally got a paper cut, and Belphie said he'd go get the plasters and leeches.
You had to tell him that the leaches were outdated by a few decades.
â˘~°â Have a kind day! â°~â˘
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