#they're sitting at a bit of a pink table as you'll see soon

[wings-of-ink]

zahn spinnet about cook mc making a whole shepherds pie just for them

they really need to put some meat on those bones

Oh that would be so sweet. Also, super weird you mentioned shepherds pie specifically...that is exactly what I've made for dinner tonight! You watchin' me, Anon?

So, Zahn has an optional romantic scene in the chapter that I'm writing now. I'm not too far away from doing that scene currently, so I think I'll post a teaser from that. We'll work on getting Zahn fed well in the next couple chapters. ^_^

So, until then...

The smell around you is divine. You've patiently waited for your newest creation to finish baking over the fire. Zahn is to meet you at home soon, and little do they know about the feast you have prepared.

Carefully, you use your hand, wrapped in a towel, to turn the trammel hook so you can retrieve the kettle. Prying the hot lid off you are suddenly enveloped more in the wonderful smells. It looks perfect. The mash you've placed atop the meat, gravy and vegetables has a lovely and lightly-toasted crust. The thick filling underneath bubbling through, creating extra tasty pockets of goodness.

As you let the pot cool, the brisk chill of early winter speeding things along, you prepare a basket of bread and a bottle of cider. A meal fit for royalty. You set the table, including the kettle and a single large plate just for Zahn. This special meal is only for them. You've already decided to have a simple meal of your own and some bread and cider of course. You cannot wait to see Zahn's big blue eye light up at the feast.

What should you call it, though? You used some mutton supplemented with a bit of goat as your meat...and it is a bit like a pie, just without pastry. Perhaps 'shepherd's pie' - considering a shepherd would have such animals at their disposal...they could eat the part of the flock they do not like. You smirk to yourself.

A knock sounds at the door - one that sounds like some sort of bizarre code before it resolves into frantic little taps.

"Come in!" you call.

Zahn rushes in and quickly closes the door behind them. They're piled with cloaks already, and the cold has barely set in. "Oh, it's so warm in here!"

After shedding all cloaks but their special one, Zahn rushes to hug you. You snuggle them close, tucking their cold nose into the crook of your neck. Once you begin feeling the pecks of little kisses, you know that Zahn is just warm enough. If you don't, you'll both end up missing dinner - again.

"Come sit, dinner is ready." You grab Zahn's hand and tug them to the table.

Zahn gasps. "Oh wow! That looks delicious. I love potatoes!"

"You love all food, and it's not just potatoes. Sit, I'll serve you."

Zahn claps. "Oh I love it when you tell me that," they say, plopping down in their seat.

You scoop out a huge helping of your special pie and carefully set it on the plate, splaying sliced bread along the side before you pour a cup of cider for them.

Zahn's eyes are huge and their hand is covering their mouth. "Oh, I'm drooling...but what about you?"

"I made this all for you. I told you that I'm going to make sure you get all the food you could ever want from now on. You're never going hungry ever again." You smile.

"All for me?"

You nod. "I'll start with bread and cider, but I'll just have some-"

"Please eat it with me..." Zahn's pink lips are pulled in a frown and you realize those blue eyes you adore so much are watery. "I can't believe you'd do something like this for the likes of me..." The tears finally fall. "I want you more than any feast."

You reach across the table and hold Zahn's hand. "Okay...if that's what you want."

Zahn smiles and wipes their eyes. "Let's eat until we have to roll on the floor to get around!"

As you dig in, Zahn's pleased moans over their food make you smile. They finish one plate quickly and then get another helping. "This is the best thing I've ever eaten. What is it?"

"You said that the last time we made a big dinner, and I call it shepherd's pie."

Zahn looks down at their plate. "...You made this out of a shepherd?"

You stare back unsure if Zahn is joking or not.

"Were they old or something?" Zahn asks, taking a big bite of the meat.

You really hope Zahn was joking...

[aoyama-division]

There were only a few hours left in the day and until Luis Kōkyū's birthday was over. Speaking of, the said birthday man was lounging in his living room nursing a glass of wine, relaxing in for what felt like forever. He had to admit, even through he would've wanted to work at his restaurant, it did feel nice to take a load off once in a while.

The sound of the doorbell knocked him out of his relaxed stupor and the tall man sighed, it was no doubt another present from someone from the other Divisions. It was a bit surprising that so many people were that considerate of him, either that or they were just trying to get on his good side which made him roll his eyes but he still got up from his seat and walked over to the door.

Sitting pretty outside were a group of presents, all wrapped in Pink wrapping paper and of course, addressed to him. Shrugging, Luis took all three gifts and brought them back inside, closing the door and set them on the coffee table. Grabbing one of them, he unwrapped the paper which revealed...

A beautifully made painting of a location in the Mexican Countryside, it was so expertly detailed that Luis could almost feel himself in the place the painting was depicting. He blinked a few times to snap himself out of it before noticing that a letter was attached to it. Plucking it off, he read the letter.

'Happy Birthday, Kōkyū-san.

I hope you enjoyed the painting, it took me a while to finish but it was worth it. It was nice learning about Mexican culture and locations, I hope I did it justice. Also thank you for the delicious cakes you gave me through the years.

- Kureha Koizumi'

The second gift revealed to be an intricately made and beautiful lighter and a pack of cigarettes. Like the painting, this one also came with a letter.

'Happy Birthday to my favorite chef!

Seriously though, a very happy birthday to you, my dear Luis! Hope you're enjoying yourself because you deserved to be celebrated! Anyways, I figured you already got a bunch of extravagant gifts so I'll keep mine short and sweet. Knowing you, I'm sure you'll make good use of it.

Until next time! <3

- Lola Takahashi'

The last gift revealed to be a pack of colorful fiesta decorated cupcakes and much like the other two gifts, this one as well had a letter attached to it.

'A most joyous birthday to you, Kōkyū-san!

I hope your birthday is filled with nothing but love and happiness! Speaking of, I hope you enjoy these cupcakes I made, Kureha helped me with the design! I know they're nothing compared to a talented chef like you but I do hope they made your day brighter.

Best wishes!

- Sayaka Miyuki'

Happy Birthday Luis! ❤

Looking at the cigarettes the model had sent him, Luis took one out of the pack and popped it in his mouth. Walking out to the backyard of his house, he picked up his new lighter and lit the nicotine stick, inhaling it into his mouth. He took a moment to sample the flavor, and soon gave a slight nod.

"Not the best I've ever had, but far from being the worst," he said as he took another puff. "Lola's got good taste."

Finishing the cigarette, he placed the rest in his back pocket, along with his lighter, and looked at picture Kureha had painted for him. It truly captured the spirit of Mexican culture. He knew that, like him, his abuela was going to enjoy seeing this around the house.

"One of these days, I'm going to plan a vacation for the two of us to head back to Mexico." he thought, as he finally found a good spot to place the painting. After a few minutes of making sure it was hanging straight and perpendicular on the wall, he took a few more minutes to stare at it.

"Maybe I should get Tomi to introduce Kureha to some clients." he thought. "I know more than a few people in this city who would pay to have some art like hers in their houses."

Thinking on it, the chef then headed to the kitchen and picked up one of the cupcakes that Sayaka had prepared for him. Heading back to his spot on the couch in the living room, he picked up the wine he was enjoying before. Taking a sip, he then bit into the cupcake, and gave a satisfied hum. He wasn't surprised that Sayaka's food was delicious. She was one of the few people in Japan, along with Kanra from Edogawa, that actually had any real talent at cooking. As he finished the sweet pastry treat, only one thought was in his mind.

"If only days like these could last forever..."

[kanamori-kamper-moved]

Astral/Shark kissing for the writing prompt (hmm I have to specify the kiss??? "Passionate"? Hmmm maybe? D:)

never wrote anything about this pairing but i'm excited!! hope you'll like this :DD

Here's the prompt list for anyone who wants to request anything!

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Astral does not expect to fall in love with anyone, after all, his goal was to collect the number cards and regain his memories. Nothing more. But.. he did. And it was puzzling.

And to his surprise, it was not with Yuma. He did love Yuma, of course, how couldn't he? He was endlessly lovable, even if he tended to get sidetracked with the most benign things. But, he did not love (well, what he thought was love) him, for his affection belonged to Shark. (Or Reginald, which he seemed to hate being called).

He didn't know why he liked him. It was odd, frankly, for Astral to hold such a liking for this purple, flaming ball of aggressiveness.

For starters, Shark was reactionary, he was quiet, he always pushed Yuma away, and the worst of it, he was a bit of a tsundere. He abhorred those things. What was wrong with Astral?

It was the same for Shark, and it came as a surprise to him. They'd barely ever spoken, just a few passing words and glances. But why couldn't he get him off of his mind? It was clearer for Shark than ever for Astral.

Shark isn't romantic, and he isn't charming in the least bit. At least that's what he thinks. He's barely even affectionate to the people he loves most.

But, even with his self-doubts, the tension is getting to be too much. The both of them know it, hell, Yuma might even know it too. It's suffocating, whenever Yuma comes around with Astral (whose always stuck to him by the hip), he doesn't know whether to say hello or to blurt out that he likes him.

He was tired of watching him from afar. Shark absolutely detests these feelings.

So Shark finally does something about it.

He invites Yuma and Astral to go out and get lunch together. He knows Astral will tag along. After all, wherever Yuma goes, he seems to go.

Astral doesn't eat much. Anything, really. Nobody can see him anyway, and Shark would NOT go through the embarrassment of ordering for a blue ghost (He's sure Yuma would, though). But, Shark hasn't eaten much, too. There he is, quietly sipping on his cappuccino, all while Yuma talks and talks like the ADHD-brained, lovable fool he is. Astral is sitting next to him, intently listening. it's the middle of the day and barely anyone is around.

But, Yuma suddenly gets up from his seat, "Ah, I have to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back!" Yuma explains, "Maybe you shouldn't have asked for so many refills." Astral replies, eyeing Yuma's half-finished glass of soda on the table, among 3 other empty ones with half-melted ice miserably dying at the bottom. "Shush!" And then he's off.

It's almost like the stars are aligning in his favor. Yuma is gone, and they're all alone.

"What's your problem with me?" Shark swallows, breaking the silence between the two. His heart almost jumped out of his chest right then and there.

Astral always remains neutral, in most cases. He has always been a sort of injured baby deer, if it made any sense, "What problem? I don't see the problem."

"You know what I'm talking about." He huffs, Astral's studying his face closely. "There's no need to be gentle about it, Reginald." Shark tenses up at the use of his first name, "Do you love me?" How could he have known? Did he make it obvious? There were so many questions swarming in his head, buzzing like flies and honeybees.

"Fine. We can call it love." He's sweating, shaking, almost. Shark doesn't even realize it at first, but he's flushed and turning pink.

"Yuma will be back soon. Kiss me or leave it."

Straight to the point, huh?

 Quickly, Shark grabs Astrals illuminating blue shoulders. He pulls him close and smashes his lips against his. He does it so fast, Astral would scoff about it if he wasn't being kissed.

Astral doesn't feel at all like he expected. His skin is cold, almost as if it had been freezing for years. The soft glow that emanated off of him was tingly on his skin. It only adds to Sharks' desperation, and Astral's too. Their tongues dance in a rhythm, each movement an unspoken declaration of their desire. It was a kiss that spoke of longing and connection, a kiss that transcended words and touched the deepest recesses of their souls.

Shark's lips are warm, the lips of humans were always so comforting to Astral but he never knew how to put his ghostly finger on it. Shark has that coffee smell on him too, it's intoxicating, almost sweet as a flower.

And finally, Shark pulled away. He needed to breathe, Astral did not.

"Hey, what'd I miss?" Yuma walks back to the table.

It was like nothing even happened. How did Astral do it? The afterglow of the kiss is plastered on Shark's face. "Nothing, me and Reginald were just having fun while you were gone." He replies.

Shark will so get Astral back for this. But not now, later.

[rogeriswater]

Don’t Leave Me Now

xxviii

This work contains fictionalized versions of real events and people. Most details won’t be accurate to real life.

tags for this chapter: p.o.v changes, mentions and acts of abuse (physical, verbal), implied smut

December, 1968

~m.r~

The tour had come to end just in time for the holidays. As soon as we got home, I went to go see a divorce lawyer and got the papers I needed. That was the easy part. The hard part would be getting Billy to sign them. I wasn't gonna show him during Christmas. I'm not cruel. I kept the envelope locked in my drawer where I kept all my love poems and letters to Roger.

Tonight, Roger's mother had insisted on having me over for dinner and Roger mentioned that she had wanted me to bring Billy as she wanted to meet him. It took some convincing to get Billy to agree to go but he did. I was currently sitting at my vanity, doing my make up when the phone began to ring.

"I'll get it!" Billy announced. He walked behind me, still buttoning up his dress shirt. The phone's ringing came to a halt when Billy answered it. "Hello? Mother! How are you?"

I rolled my eyes. If you think your mother-in-law is terrible, just wait until you get to know Gertrude Robinson. That woman is the literal embodiment of a nightmare. She's always hated me from the day Billy first introduced me to his parents, all because I wasn't rich and fancy like his family is. Billy's father, Winston, was a little more tolerable. He didn't treat me like I was complete trash. I listened as Billy conversed with his mother on the phone.

"Of course I'll be at your New Years party. Yes, I'll be bringing Maggie. Do you still need a musical act for the night?" My eyes widened. Don't suggest it. Don't suggest it. Don't suggest it. "Well I happen to know of a band that might just be willing to perform. They go by Pink Floyd" I groaned, slamming my head down on the vanity. He suggested it. "Actually Maggie is the lead vocalist. They're really great. You will? That's great! I'll let her know"

When Billy returned to our bedroom, he wore the biggest grin on his face. "Guess what? My mother is gonna let you and the rest of Pink Floyd play at her party!" My head shot up and I glared at him through the mirror. He noticed my look of disapproval and rubbed the back of his neck. "Look, I know you and my mother don't get along—"

I let out a sarcastic laugh. "That's an understatement"

"But," Billy came up behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders. "She'll be willing to pay you guys for it. Do you think the others would be willing to go for it?" David, Nick, and Rick might, but I wasn't so sure about Roger. He would take a bit of convincing, especially if it's doing anything for Billy.

"You can discuss it with Roger when we see him tonight" I said.

Billy smiled at me and then kiss my head. "You're the best wife any man could ask for"

I pursed my lips. "I thought I was an ungrateful bitch"

Billy frowned. "Look, I really am sorry that I called you that. You know I didn't mean it" I didn't respond to him. Whether he meant it or not, he still said it to me. "I have a Christmas present for you. I think once I give it to you, you'll forgive me"

Billy walked over to his bedside table and reached into the drawer. He pulled out a box and then walked back over to me. He kneeled by my side and opened up the box, revealing the most beautiful diamond necklace I had ever seen. "Oh, Billy" I said in amazement, my stomach fluttering at the sight of his lavish gift.

"Do you like it?" He asked.

"How...?" I let my fingers run along the expensive jewelry. "How did you afford this?"

"I got a promotion at work and it came with a big pay raise" I gave him a look. "I didn't use any of your Pink Floyd money, I swear"

"When did you get a promotion?" I asked.

"While you were on tour. I wanted to call and tell you but you were busy"

I smiled slightly. "That's great Billy. I'm really happy for you"

"Can I put it on you?" He asked, and I nodded. He stood behind me and I moved my hair out of the way so he could put the necklace on me. Once it was secured, his hands went to my shoulders again and he rubbed them. "You're so beautiful" Fuck, why did he have to play sweet with me? And why was it making me feel happy and loving towards him again? I placed my hands over his. "I love you, Maggie. I always have and I always will"

"I love you too" I wasn't sure if I meant the words when I said them or not. I craned my neck to look up at him and his lips immediately captured my own in a kiss. A kiss without a spark. That was my assurance that my "I love you" was meaningless.

He ran his fingers over my knuckles and frowned when he felt that my ring was missing. "My love, where's your ring?"

"It was stolen while we were on tour" I lied convincingly.

"What kind of person steals a wedding ring?" Billy asked to which I shrugged. "No matter, we can get new rings when we renew our vows" Ah shit, I forgot all about that.

~r.w~

We were to be having a Christmas dinner with my mother tonight. She insisted that Maggie bring Billy along. God only knows why my mum wanted to meet him so badly. I had a feeling she wanted to see if he was right for her, I suppose.

"Remind me again why Maggie has to join us for dinner?" Judy asked me for what felt like the tenth time that evening. "I thought it was just supposed to be you, me and your mum like it always is"

"Because my mum wants her to be there" I said, not taking my eyes off of the paper I was writing on. I felt Judy sit beside me on the couch. She leaned against me.

"It's Christmas dinner tonight. For once can you focus on anything but writing?"

"Jude, you know these songs have to be ready in just a few weeks"

She sighed. "I know, I know. Back in the studio" When she got up and left the room, I was relieved at her absence. I was planning on ending things with Judy in just a matter of days. I didn't love her anymore. Not like I used to anyways. A part of me will always care for her, however. Judy had come back, only this time she was smiling as she was hiding her hands behind her back. "Rog, is this what I think it is?"

I stared up at her and blinked in confusion. "What are you taking about?"

Judy revealed the box that she was holding behind her back. I filled with anger as I realized what she was holding. How did she find it!? I made sure to put it where I knew she wouldn't look. "Roger, it's a beautiful ring! And you don't even have to ask me, my answer is yes!"

No. No. No. No.

I watched as Judy slipped the ring onto her finger. It irritated me. That ring was meant for Maggie when I could finally ask her to marry me. I remained silent as Judy threw her arms around me and started kissing my face. Shit, I should've just ended things with her the moment I realized I was in love with Maggie. I can't tell Judy I didn't actually want to marry her during Christmas. I'm not completely heartless.

I faked a smile. "I'm glad you like it"

"I can't believe we're engaged now! After all this time!" Judy was in her own blissful world now.  How the fuck was I going to explain to Maggie why Judy is wearing the ring meant for her? I hope she wouldn't be too pissed with me. I'm sure if I just explain, she'll understand.

...

I knocked on my mother's front door. I tried to ignore Judy as she continued to blabber on and on. I was just itching to see Maggie tonight and I was hoping we could get a moment alone. I actually had a gift that I wanted to give her that mum had been keeping safe. The door opened and my mother beamed when she saw me. "George!" She hugged me. And then when she saw Judy, her face fell. "Judith"

Judy smiled at her. "Hello, Mary. Lovely to see you again" The two of us stepped inside. Judy and I went settled in the living room as mum fetched cups of tea from the kitchen.

I saw that Judy was frowning. Playing the part of now doting fiancé (which I really didn't want to), I grabbed her hand. "What's wrong Jude?"

"How's your mom gonna react when we tell her we're getting married?" I can tell you one thing. My mother is not going to be happy and I know I'm going to get an earful later.

You know what, fuck it. I'm just gonna come right out and tell Judy the truth. If she hates me, oh well. "Look, Jude, there's something I have to tell you" Before I had the chance to come clean, there was a knock on the door.

I had never seen my mother to the door run so fast. "That must be Maggie!" She sounded so happy about seeing her again. When my mother opened the door, my heart started beating faster at the sight of Maggie. She looked effortlessly beautiful tonight, like she always did. But there was that arm wrapped around her waist, that belonged none other to that idiotic husband of hers. "Maggie, my dear, it's so good to see you again!" My mother happily sang to her.

"It's good to see you too, Mary!" Maggie greeted. "Thank you for having us over"

"It's my pleasure, dear!" Mother finally looked at Billy and her entire mood changed. "And this must be Billy" I could hear it in her voice. She wasn't very approving of him and that made me feel a little bit better.

"It's very nice to meet you, Mrs. Waters" Billy offered my mother his hand to shake, but she didn't budge. She just stared at him in that way all mothers did when they didn't approve of someone. Billy pulled his hand back and cleared his throat.

"Well please come in" Mother insisted. She stepped aside so that Maggie and Billy could come inside. Mine and Maggie's eyes met and she flashed me that smile that drove me crazy. I couldn't wait till I got a moment alone with her so I could give her the gift I got her, steal a kiss or two, and maybe even make a bit of love to her.

Maggie was about to take her coat off, but Billy stopped her. "Let me help you, my love" He insisted. I see he was very doting this evening. No doubt just trying to look good in front of everyone. Maggie let him help with her coat and when it was off, that's when I noticed the extravagant jewellery around her neck.

Judy must have noticed it too. "Oh my Maggie, that's a beautiful necklace!"

Maggie touched it and was about to say something when Billy spoke instead. "Isn't it? When I saw it, I just knew it was made for my lovely wife" He gushed, kissing her on the cheek.

My jaw clenched. Don't you fucking taint her with your poisonous lips. I hated seeing another man touch her like that. I don't fucking care that he's her husband. I've never known myself to be possessive but with Maggie I can't help it. And you would be too, if you loved a woman like Maggie.

"Isn't that sweet?" Judy's voice knocked me out of my thoughts. Was that bitterness I heard in her tone? What was her issue with them? Or was she just mad I wasn't showing her affection like Billy was for Maggie?

"George, may I speak with you in the kitchen?" Mother asked before disappearing into said room. I excused myself and follows after her as Maggie and Billy settled themselves in the living room. When I got in the kitchen, mother was cutting up some vegetables. Without even turning to look at me, she spoke. "George, I don't like that boy"

"You mean Billy?"

Mother shook her head. "She needs to leave him, and you need to leave Judith, that way you two can be together"

"We are together"

My mother turned to look at me. "That may be, but when you love someone, you shouldn't have to hide it" She walked up to me and put her hands on my face. "Do you want to have to hide your love for her, George?"

"I don't" I agreed. "Christ, mum, I want to marry her" I turned around and looked towards the living room. I leaned against the door way, shoving my hands into my pockets as I was forced to watched Billy being affectionate towards Maggie. "I've thought about what our wedding would be like many times"

"Tell me about it, George" Mother urged me.

"She's the kind of woman you marry in an actual ceremony and not just some registry office" I wasn't big on ceremonies like that, but I'd do it for Maggie. "And I can just picture her in a wedding dress. Nothing too extravagant. Something simple yet beautiful. Like she is. And she's wearing it just for me"

"What about children?" Of course mother asked that. That's a favourite one that mothers like to ask their children.

"At least four" It was a hopeful statement, but I did truly want to be a dad.

My mother laughed. "Four?"

"Yeah, four"

...

It came to be dinner time. Maggie helped my mother bring all the food out to the table. Billy and I sat across from each other. He was looking at me, as if he was itching to ask me something. "I can see that you have something you want to say to me, so why don't you just come out and say it?" I told him.

"Well, I was hoping you could do me a favour" He said.

Why would I do him any sort of favour? "It depends what it is"

"Would you be interested in performing at my mother's New Years party? The musical act she hired cancelled on her so now she needs someone else"

On one hand, I didn't want to agree because I didn't want to agree to help out Billy. But on the other hand, I knew he made Maggie go with him and his parents made her miserable so maybe I could help make it less miserable for her. "Will we be getting paid for this gig?"

"Of course"

"Alright then. We'll be there"

"Great! Thanks, man!" He said. Don't get too excited. I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing this for Maggie. Once all the food was brought out, mother and Maggie seated themselves at the table. We all served ourselves some of the food and began to eat. "Oh, Maggie, Roger agreed to you guys performing at my mum's party"

"Oh wonderful" I could tell Maggie didn't really mean it.

"You're all welcome to bring dates too, by the way" Billy encouraged.

"Oh, you hear that Roger?" Judy said. "It sounds like it'll be fun!"

"Trust me, my mother knows how to throw a party"

"So, Judith," my mom began, attempting to make forced conversation with her. "Is there anything new going on in your life?"

Judy smiled at me and put her hand over mine. "Well, actually, Roger and I have some news" I tightened my grip on my fork, as I was not ready for her to say the words. "We're getting married!"

"What!?" Came from both my mother and Maggie, though they both had very different expressions. My mother looked disappointed, and Maggie looked hurt.

"Yes!" Judy continued, ignoring the statement from both of them. "And he even got me the most beautiful ring!" Which she then proceeded to show everyone.

"Wow" Maggie strained. "That is a pretty ring" The way she looked at me made my heart hurt. I hurt her. I never want to hurt her.

"Congratulations" My mother said flatly. "Are you pregnant then, Judith?"

Judy frowned at mother's comment. "No, but that'll be the next thing for us, won't it Roger? He's marrying me because he loves me. Not because he's obligated to" Suddenly, Maggie got up and walked off. Judy stared after her. "What's her problem?"

Billy moved to get up to follow after her, but my mother speaking stopped him. "George, would you mind go checking on her?"

"With all due respect Mrs. Waters, Maggie's my wife and I really should be the one—"

Mother cut him off. "George doesn't mind"

Billy sat back down while I followed after Maggie. I found that the bathroom door was closed and I could hear her crying inside. I knocked on the door. "Maggie?"

"Leave me alone, Roger!"

"Please, just open the door and let me explain" I begged her. This was all Judy's fault. Maggie was gonna end things with me now and it's all her fault. The door opened. Seeing her make up ruined and her eyes all red broke my heart and it was because of me. "Oh, Maggie" I tried touching her face but she slapped my hand away.

"How could you!?" She yelled at me. "You picked that ring for me! And what do you do with it!? Put it on her finger!"

"Maggie, darling, if you'd just let me explain—"

"Don't you darling me! Obviously you still love her. So you know what? You can be with her because I think we should en—"

"Don't say it" I begged her. "Please, don't say it" I got down on my knees and I grabbed her waist. "Maggie, I never even asked her. She found the ring and assumed and I didn't have the chance to tell her that it's not meant for her, that I don't even want to marry her. It's only you, Maggie"

"Oh, Rog" She said.

I stood up and grabbed her hands. "Come with me" I lead her into my childhood bedroom. I had her sit on the bed while I went over to the closet. "Close your eyes! And no peeking"

"Okay, okay!" She giggled, covering her eyes with her hands. I walked over to the closet and pulled out her gift. A guitar to be exact.

I brought it over to her and sat beside her. "Alright, sunshine, open your eyes"

 Maggie uncovered her eyes and when she saw the instrument, they brightened. "Oh, Roger. I love it! But I don't know how to play"

"I will teach you, darling" I promised her. "I have something else for you too" I reached into into my pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. I handed it over to her. Maggie unfolded the paper and her eyes scanned over the page as she read over the words.

"Heavy hung the canopy of blue, shade my eyes and I can see you, white is the light that shines, through the dress that you wore" Maggie continued to read the rest of the lyrics as I put my hand on her thigh and stroked the exposed skin. I watched her face as she read and I couldn't help but grin at her amazed expression. "Roger, this is beautiful"

"Of course it is. It was inspired by you" I confessed to her.

"You... you wrote a song for me?"

"I wouldn't exactly call it a love song. They aren't my strong suit nor do I care too much for them" I explained to her. I always found those poppy love songs to be too ridiculous and corny, and I wasn't a romantic enough to write one. But I was writing, and my thoughts drifted to her, and the words just came to me.

"I still love it"

"Good, because you are going to sing it after all" I leaned my face closer to hers. My nose brushed against her cheek. "In that angelic voice of yours" She smiled and her head turned. I took the opportunity to capture her lips with mine. I cupped her face.

"Wait," She breathed, pulling away from me. "I have something for you too"

"Love, you didn't have to—" I didn't have the chance to finish my protest before she was getting up and leaving the room, presumably to fetch my gift. When she returned, I noticed the box she had in her hand. She handed it to me. I opened it and found the watch inside of it. "Oh, sunshine" I grabbed it and inspected it. The thing that caught my eye was the engraving that was on the face of it.

I will love you until the end of time.   "This is the best gift I've ever gotten, Maggie" I told her. I put the watch down and grabbed her by the waist. I pulled her against me and looked up at her. She smiled down at me, placing her hands in my hair. "Next month, after we're done recording the album, you and I will go somewhere nice. Just you and I"

Maggie hummed in thought. "I've always wanted to go to Greece"

"Anywhere you want to go" I grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up, revealing her lacy knickers and her bare stomach. I kissed the soft skin.

"Roger, we should go back downstairs"

"Not before I make love to you in my childhood bed"

"But everyone downstairs will hear us"

"Then you better keep quiet, yeah?"

~b.r~

I had offered to wash clean up all the food for Mrs. Waters. She didn't seem to like me all that much so I wanted to do something for her to show her that I meant well. As I was scrubbing at a dirty dish, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. I smiled, immediately assuming that it was my wife. "Maggie, is—"

"Guess again" Judy spoke in a flirty tone. I removed her arms from me and she pouted. "What's wrong?"

"You're getting married" I spoke sternly.

"So?"

"I don't mess with married women"

Judy laughed. "Well, I'm not married yet now am I?" She put her arms around me again and attempted to kiss my neck. I pushed her away from me and she seemed shocked at my actions. "I thought you liked me?"

"I do, but we should stop this before it goes any further" I may not like the guy too much, but I respected that this woman was going to become his wife.

Judy crossed her arms. "That's very hypocritical of you, y'know? Saying you won't mess with married women, but you as a married man, will mess around with other women behind your wife's back"

"I do not"

"Then what were all those kisses we shared on those lonely nights while they were gone?"

I glared at her. "It's not like we fucked. Don't think you're anything special" That seemed to have stuck a nerve with Judy because she gasped. "Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I just meant that Maggie will always mean more to me" Judy never replied. She just stared at me. "You know it was never going to go further than kissing, right?"

"Is everything alright in here?" Mrs. Waters had checked in on us. I could see the suspicious look she was giving us.

"Yes, we're just fine"

"Maggie and George are waiting for you two in the living room" Mrs. Waters left us. Judy gave me one last look before she followed after her. I cleaned up the last dish before I finally joined them.

Roger and Judy were sitting on one end of the couch. Roger had his arm draped over her shoulder as she leaned against him. She kept glaring angrily at me. Maggie sat on the opposite end, leaving an empty space for me. She looked at me and pat the space.

  I sat beside her. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah. I just had a thing bothering me but Roger talked it through with me" Maggie looked his way, flashing him a grin, to which he returned. I suspected a hidden meaning behind the grins but I couldn't quite decipher it. "Roger got me a guitar and he's going to teach me how to play it"

"Is that so?"

"We'll she's a musician now" Roger chimed in. "It's only right I teach her how to be a proper one"

"Judy, are you alright?" Maggie asked. "You've been very quiet"

Judy smiled but I could tell it was forced. "Oh, I've never been better" I don't get why she's upset about me rejecting her when she's marrying someone that clearly loves her.

~m.r~

Billy and I had arrived home. I was rather tired and wanted to head to bed. Billy clearly had other plans in mind, however. He grabbed my waist and moved my hair out of the way so he could start kissing my neck. "Honey, it's rather late and I would like to go to bed" I told him.

"Can I make love to you tonight?" Billy asked me. His hands crept up to cup at my breasts. "Please, my love. We haven't made love in ages. I just want to show love my wife the way a husband should"

I didn't want to. Sex with Billy just didn't feel right any more. It was a lot of work now and he could never make me finish now. It wasn't like it was with Roger. "Billy, not tonight—"

Billy groaned and rolled his eyes. "There you go again. It's always "no" with you nowadays. Is there someone else?" He gripped onto my arm. "It's Waters, isn't it? You're fucking him?" Billy squeezed, no doubt leaving behind a bruise.

My eyes started to tear up at the pain. "Billy, you're hurting me"

"You think that hurts, you ungrateful bitch?" He hissed at me. He let me go and before I knew it, his fist had collided with my face. I fell to the ground and sat there, staring up at him in shock.

"Maggie, I'm so—" Billy tried to apologize.

I shook my head at him, crawling away as he tried to approach me. "I-I think I should go somewhere else tonight"

"I didn't mean it, Maggie" Billy tried to plead with me into staying as I packed a bag. I was trying my best not to cry as I held in my tears. When I went for the door, Billy stepped in between me and it, preventing me from leaving. "Please, Maggie, I love you! Let's just talk this through!" I pushed him out of the way and slammed the door shut behind me.

My first thought was to go back to Roger's mother's place, but I didn't want to in fear that he still might be there, and I didn't want him seeing me like this. So, I went somewhere else for the night. I found myself at the door and I knocked.

The door opened. "Maggie?" David asked when he saw me. "What are you doing here?"

"Can I stay here for tonight?" I asked him.

David nodded and let me inside. I settled myself at his dining table as he made me a cup of tea. It was quiet between us but I could feel David's stare on me and I knew he wanted to ask me what was wrong. I got startled at the sound of the tea kettle whistling. David made the tea and set my cup down in front of me. "Maggie, what is that?" He gently grabbed my chin and made me look up at him. "That's a black eye"

"Hmm" I hummed, taking a sip of the tea.

"Who did that to you?"

"No one. It was an accident. I wasn't watching where I was going and walked into the wall" I made up.

David didn't believe me though. "I'm not an idiot, Mags"

I sighed. "You really want to know? It was Billy, alright? He got mad because I refused to have sex with him"

"That bastard" David cursed under his breath. "Does it hurt?" He asked, to which I nodded. My eye has been throbbing this whole time. David went to go fetch a bag of frozen peas from his freezer. He kneeled in front of me and gently placed it over my eye. "Why come to me? Why not go to Roger? I know you two are close"

"I don't want him to know" I admitted. I saw how Roger punched one guy just for calling me a slut. If he finds out what Billy did, he would no doubt murder him. "Promise me you won't tell anyone"

"Maggie, he hit you. That's not okay. You should report him to the police"

I grabbed David's hand with mine and squeezed it. "Please, David?"

He glanced down at our connected hands and squeezed back. "Alright, Mags. But if he ever does that again, I will go to the police myself"

I smiled, and leaned over to kiss David on the cheek. "Thanks Dave"

"Anything for you" A silence fell between us to which David broke when he cleared his throat. "You can have my bed tonight, alright? I'll take the couch"

"Oh, I couldn't"

"I insist"

"Alright then" I got up, making sure to take the bag of peas with me. "Goodnight David, and thank you" I made my way to David's bedroom, where I fell into my slumber for the night.

~r.w~

When Judy and I got home, I noticed that she seemed a bit upset. She went straight to the kitchen to pour herself a drink. I followed after her. "Jude, is everything alright?" I asked her.

"Be honest with me Roger" Judy began. "Did you fuck her?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Maggie. Did you fuck her while you guys were on tour?"

Every single night. "No, Jude, of course not"

"So, you still love me?"

"We're getting married now, aren't we?" I almost winced saying that.

"Please, Roger"

"Yes, Judy, of course I fucking love you. Why are you bringing this up?"

"I see the way you look at her" Judy spat. "I don't know what's so great about her her. She's not even that pretty"

"Will you stop it!" I yelled at her. Judy scoffed. "There's no need for you to act like a jealous bitch!"

Judy slammed her glass down on the counter, nearly causing it to shatter. "Fuck you, Roger!" She made her way for the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Out!" Was all she said before slamming the door behind her. She would most likely be back in the morning but I wouldn't care if she didn't return.

I grabbed myself a beer and then settled myself on the couch. I turned on the television and put it on some film that was playing. I kept it on mute, however, as I wasn't interested in the incessant babble of the actors. I remembered the gift that Maggie had given me. I took the watch out and put it on, making sure that the face of it was looking at me so I could see the words etched onto it. I grinned as I read the words.

"I will love you until the end of time" I recited the words. Christ, this woman had such a hold over me. I never wanted her to let go. And you can be damned sure that I would never let go either.

[notjustabooksims]

Cailean DeCarlo & Aislyn Persefoni

The first guests of the day are Cailean and Aislyn, who look absolutely bomb. I think Cailean’s matching shirt really sells it.

By @amys-snapshots

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[coffee-430]

The Royal Harem (Smut)

Synopsis: You have been working hard constantly every single day, finding ways on how to improve your nation. Your attention was solely upon the needs of your Kingdom, to the point where you have forgotten the needs of your own harem.

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli, Thoma, Childe

Warnings: sub!genshin, dom!reader, handjob, blowjob, reader has a cock, anal penetration, licking/sucking, use of toys, overstimulation, cum swallowing, belly bulge

Note: This is my first ever post here in Tumblr. So I hope I didn't disappoint anyone reading this story too much. Also, the reader is gender-neutral.

Although, you do have secretaries to help you with the load of paperwork— but somehow, they, too, were just as busy as you. You couldn't really complain either, since you're literally the sovereign of your very big Kingdom, and doing some paperwork was just the bare minimum.

ㅤ

You heaved out a sigh. The papers on your table never seem to stop itself from piling even more anytime soon.

However it was tiring, nonetheless. And you were getting bored of it. But as you know, you would do anything to keep your Kingdom thrive and be evermore prosperous than it already was.

"The perks of ruling a Kingdom," Dryly, you humoured yourself. Your eyes boredly stared at the piles of documents right in front of you.

A knock resonated from the door and a soft sound of a woman could be heard behind it.

"Your majesty, I have brought you the backlog of papers from last week."

"Come in."

The door opened and revealed Ganyu holding a few stacks of papers. She smiled softly at the sight of you as she walked towards your table.

"Miss Jean wanted to finish them for you, but unfortunately it requires the monarch's attention."

"I see. That's no problem, put them here please."

She did what she was told and carefully placed them down. You thanked her and Ganyu gave you a small curtsy. But as she lays her eyes on your desk, concern swallows her whole.

"You've been working for quite a long while now, shouldn't you take a break, your majesty?"

You look up from your paper and meet her gaze, "Don't fret, I'm fine. They're just papers anyway. I'm already used to this."

"But I fear you might be burning yourself out." The female adepti argued, "You always nag me whenever I overwork myself into taking a break..."

Your (e/c) eyes look up at her expectantly, "And you claim how the tables have turned?"

Ganyu let out a small laugh, pink hue faintly dusted her cheeks as she nodded. You playfully scoff and lightly push your chair back.

"Alright alright," You say, raising your hands in defeat. "I'll perhaps rest for a bit. I wouldn't dare to push my lady's worry and have her dwell on my health."

She blushed at your statement, "O-Oh, a wise choice, your majesty." And quickly bowed before leaving.

Deciding that was it for the day, you stood up from your seat and almost fell. You have been sitting for a long while that your legs fell asleep.

And the moment you decided to use them— you began to cringe at the prickling sensation in your legs. A small groan came out of you as you furrowed your eyebrows at the uncomfortable feeling.

You should have at least got out of your seat for some time while you had work. This simply could've been prevented.

But it's not like you won't do it again anyway. After all, you don't think you'll remember to at least move your legs while you work.

Walking to your bed chambers was tiring. Every time you get to think of the thought of laying on your bed— you would feel your legs on the verge of collapse.

But the bustling noises in your palace would always snap you back to reality, preventing you from further indulging your thoughts of your bed.

Softly, you sighed, as you set your eyes upon the familiar engravings of your chambers' doors.

However, due to your tired state, you have failed to notice the lack of guards who were supposed to be near your doors.

You jog a little, feeling excited to finally run into sleep's arms.

"Ah, bed. I can't wait to embrace you."

You sang as you opened the doors.

But you halted as the feeling of surprise swallowed you whole as the room was filled with silence.

"—!"

There, inside your room, were 5 men wearing nothing but their underwear and white satin robes.

Their eyes widened, they looked like a deer in the headlights. But then relaxed once they realized it was just the person they were waiting for.

Your mouth hung open. You weren't certainly expecting this. (E/c) eyes scanned each man inside the room.

There was Diluc, Zhongli, Childe, Thoma, and Kaeya.

"..."

You then began to break the silence, "What on Teyvat is going here?"

They snapped back from their shock at the sound of your voice. And Kaeya was the first to approach you. His signature smile appeared on his face.

"Your majesty," He bowed, "What perfect timing you have. We were just about to give you a little surprise."

Childe then approaches you next with a wide smile, "But you arrived a bit too early though. Well, no matter. Since their majesty is here, we shall give them our surprise."

"Hope we're not bothering you, your majesty." Thoma smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

You stared at them, unsure. What was going with them? You didn't recall having a rendezvous with any of your concubines. Seeing the confused look on your face, Zhongli decided to explain themselves.

"We've noticed that you've been awfully busy and you no longer spend any time with us anymore. So we decided, if you don't come to us, then we'll come to you."

"Of course, not all of us had agreed to share you and your time, but we know their majesty doesn't like it whenever we don't get along with the others." Diluc added, having a look of displeasure and his red eyes glared at Kaeya— who just merely shot him with an unaffected smile.

Oh right...

You have been so focused on your Kingdom's needs that you forgot to tend to your lovers and now they planned to have you to them right now.

Honestly, you were surprised that they managed to agree to share you— albeit reluctantly.

"So..." You began, "In conclusion, all of you missed me and now you're all needy."

Childe and Kaeya gave you a close-eyed smile. While Diluc blushed and looked away, Zhongli timidly nodded his head, and Thoma let out a nervous chuckle.

"I see..."

It was then you closed your door and took a step forward. Your eyes stared at all of them and a smirk appeared on your features.

Seeing your usual dominating behaviour, all of them visibly shivered in your presence.

"Then, shall we begin?"

---

And now here you are.

Currently, you are lying on your bed. Your hand was holding Diluc steadily as you thrust your cock inside him. The red head had his eyes rolled back and his back arched whenever your cock would hit that spot. His nails dug into your thighs, gritting his teeth at the euphoric sensation inside him.

"Ah ah ah—!"

He bounced shamelessly on top of you. Becoming undone as he came for the umpteenth time.

And Thoma was sitting on your face, being absolutely ruined by your skillful mouth. His grip on his ass was so tight— his knuckles turned white. He rolled his hips when he felt your tongue fucked his insides.

You would groan and moan, whenever you felt your hand brush on the red head's stomach— feeling a bulge on it whenever you roughly thrust inside him, your vibrations adding more to Thomas's delight.

"Ah— F-Fuck~"

Filthy sounds— ranging from pornographic moans, whimpers, grunts, groans, to the sinful sounds of skin slapping and soft gasps filled the room. And you're quite lucky there were no guards standing beside your doors.

Your dominant hand was working on Zhongli's needy hole, said man was whimpering and would often let out a small squeak whenever your long fingers would hit his sweet spot as you ravaged his insides. Truth be told that he lost count of how many times he came just by your fingers alone.

Childe and Kaeya, on the other hand, were the loudest. They had a double end toy phallus inside their holes and both moved at a simultaneous pace. Moaning loudly as they felt the urge to come again. Their eyes watched at how you ruined your other concubines. Their dicks hardened and tips wetted at the thought of their turn with you.

All of them looked liked sex starved prostitutes in a brothel.

Pleasure shook the entire room like an earthquake and it seemed like it wasn't going to stop any time soon.

"A—Ah, c-cumming!"

"Y-Your m-majesty~!"

Thoma and Diluc came simultaneously, and both were at the verge of passing out. With your adept skills, you were able to maneuver them both off of you and you gently lay them down on your large bed.

They both lie down tiredly and their eyes begin to close due to exhaustion.

Zhongli saw you were done playing with the pyro welding men and went to crawl towards you— You happily accepted him with open arms.

You lay down on the bed and have the brunet on top of you. He steadied himself before slowly inserting your cock into his hole.

As the tip went in— Zhongli swore he had seen stars blurring his vision and he let out the most filthy sound once you were fully inside him.

"Mnhm~" He cried softly.

"Are you alright there, love?" You asked. Feeling a bit of pride swells up in you as you smirk at the sight of the trembling almighty Geo dragon on top of you.

He nodded with a red blushing face, beginning to roll his hips— with you letting out a soft sigh at his actions.

Your hands were on his waist, keeping him steady while trying to make you both cum.

"Oh, yes~ Just like that, keep going..."

You let out a groan and the man riding you could help but arch his back at your sound. He did what he was told, he rode you like there was no tomorrow.

And once you felt like he was slowing down, you took matters into your own hands. You lift him up a bit before slamming your cock inside him hard.

"AH~!!"

A loud sound of euphoria left the dragon's lips and his eyes almost rolled all the way back of his head.

He came almost instantly. Squirting all over on you, the bed sheets, and on himself. Tears formed on his face and his mouth drooled at pleasurable sensation.

But you weren't done with him just yet. You repeated your actions, slamming hard inside over and over again overstimulating the poor man.

Trying to catch your high and which you eventually did. You painted his walls white as Zhongli came again together with you.

Both of you panted. Zhongli— despite being a dragon— fell off of you due to exhaustion but you managed to catch him and lay him properly onto the bed.

You smiled softly and kissed his forehead before averting your attention towards the two remaining men— who were still waiting for you.

"Your m-majesty~" Kaeya sang, giving you a sultry look when you met his gaze. You sat at the edge of your bed. Gesturing for the two to come closer.

And they did. Crawling towards you with such whorish looks— abandoning their toy as they did so.

Kaeya reached to you first and he immediately went to kiss you on your lips. His kisses were hungry like and you had to push him gently to prevent him from making you lie on your back.

Both your tongues danced in an unknown rhythm but you both made it work.

And while you two were trying to fight for dominance— Childe had happily dived his mouth down on your cock, he didn't give any warning and just went straight to devour your huge dick inside his pretty little mouth.

The ginger head's action caught you off guard and it made you collapse down onto the bed on your bed. Kaeya chuckled at you and proceeded to pleasure your upper half with his mouth.

He sucked and licked your nipple as he toyed with the other with his hand. You moaned softly and grunted, your hands went to play with their hairs as your concubines gave you a mewl sound of appreciation.

"Ah, C-Childe.....c-cummi—"

You didn't even finish your sentence when Childe took you in deep down his throat and you felt him going deeper, you came. You arched your back, bucking your hips and hitting the back of his throat making the ginger head almost gag at your movement.

"Mmmh~"

The bluenette hummed, feeling you tremble while you reached your climax. Gently, he grazed your nipple with his teeth, teasing you as it added more pleasure onto your body.

Childe pulled away from your cock and tried to swallow your load. He spilled some a bit but he was satisfied with the taste of you.

"Mmh... Your majesty taste so divine~ I want more~"

He spoke with lust evident in his voice, beginning to lick the cum that spilled on your dick.

"Childe— Ah!"

"Now, that's not fair. You should give some of your attention to me too, your majesty~"

Kaeya pouted, feeling jealous when it wasn't him you're focusing on. He then went lower to where the ginger-nette was and he, too, began to lick your spilled cum.

You panted, as you looked down. You almost came at the sight of your two concubines going down on you. Oh how you loved it when they worship your cock, as they have worshipped you as their King.

Childe smiled at the sight of you. You pulled him by the arm with gentle care, and you had him on top of you.

"I've been waiting for this." Said the man on top with an eager tone. He personally slammed your cock inside him earning a small hiss from you and a lewd mewl from him.

The harbinger sang lewd sounds, as he bounced with harsh movements on you.

"Oh f-fuck—!"

He came when he felt you hit his prostate. But that didn't stop him, planning to overstimulate himself to see how far he can go.

Meanwhile, Kaeya made himself busy with your mouth. Your free hand was stroking his cock and that made him moan in your kiss.

Your hand movement synced with Childe's pace. Feeling the blue haired man shiver at the pleasurable feeling down his lower half.

He came as the other did— again— and the former started to move on his own accord, using your hand as if it was a fleshlight

Kaeya, knowing he'll be next soon, pulled away from your lips and moved on to your neck next, then on to the rest of your body. Biting, sucking, and nibbling the places that he knew would make you shiver.

He sat up, smirking at his masterpiece. Seeing you littered with all his love marks makes him swell up with pride.

"Ah!"

The ginger-nette came again for the umpteenth time and almost fell on you when you quickly held him before removing him off you.

He was panting, out of breath, lying there tired and contented with the cum that was inside him and was dripping down his thighs.

You move a stray hair off his face before placing a soft kiss on his cheek, bidding him sweet dreams.

Then, you turned to face the last of your lovers.

"Your turn." You grinned, your breath slightly ragged due to the 'activities' you've been doing.

Kaeya giggled, "Finally." Before lying down on his back, a blush was visible on his face. He wrapped his arms around you and captured your lips with his in a feverish kiss.

You pulled away from him and went to place your kisses on his neck— inserting yourself inside him as you did so.

A soft gasp left his lips when he felt you inside him, he released once he realized how big you were. You chuckled seeing him tremble, his embrace on you was tight but slowly went loose when he finished his high.

"M-Move...please..."

"Very well."

You smiled and did what you were told. Your pace started slow but it increased once the bluenette requested you to move faster.

"Hah— hah..."

"Ngh~"

You hit his prostate over and over again, making Kaeya see stars in his vision. He cried out in pleasure, his nails dug the skin of your back— slightly drawing a bit of blood.

He was close again, you could tell, by how he clenched tightly around you. You sighed blissfully at the feeling and you, too, were almost at your limit.

"Your majesty! I-I'm cumm—"

"I k-know. Hah... Me t-too..."

You pounded him for awhile, before finally releasing all your pent up seed inside your favourite pirate looking lover. You came together with him and his entire body shook.

His embrace around you was gone and instead his hands were gripping the sheets tightly.

Both of you were out of breath, but Kaeya was beginning to pass out. You stayed inside him for a bit, making sure he was getting the most of his climax and when he finally showed signs of subsiding, you carefully pulled yourself out of him.

Sweat lingered on all your skins'. You saw the bluenette smiling at you before succumbing to the sweet hold of sleep.

You looked at the rest of your concubines and noticed that all of them were now asleep.

You chuckled to yourself. Ah, one of the perks of ruling a Kingdom: was to take care of your harem with equal care and love.

You stood up, albeit your stance was wobbly and you were slightly dizzy. You playfully scoffed, they did a toll on you. And you proceeded to cover them all up with a large blanket.

Though, usually you would not prefer to let them sleep on a cum/drool stained bed, but there's nothing you can do about it now. You'll just have to make it up till next time.

Sighing, you mentally made a reminder to yourself: When in tending to the needs of your Kingdom, never ever forget the needs of your own harem.

Otherwise, you might never be able to get out of bed.

[shinehyuk]

Felt like it would be ryt to req mx so yandere mx when their s/o is fangirling over other boy groups/idols ? <33

MONSTA X reaction to S/O fangirling over other boy groups/idols

‣ Genre : yandere, fem!reader

tw/cw : abuse, obsession, toxic relationships, a lot of strong language, very heavy themes, jealousy, violence, mentions of cheating ig, torture, punishment, please do not read if sensitive/uncomfortable with such things!

a/n : thank you for requesting bubs!! i hope you'll like it! <333

Shownu :

· He'll glare coldly as you squeal out in excitement as you watch a performance of another boy group

· He'll take the device you were watching the group on away, his hurt, jealous expression making you instantly regret your obvious fangirling

· He'll be offended and so upset – why do you watch others if he's all that you need? He doesn't care too much if you fangirl over his group, but someone else's? That's too much, isn't it?

· "Why do you watch other men..? Am I not good enough for you? Your eyes should be on me only.."

Wonho :

· Hoseok is a very jealous man – as in, if you stare for a second too long at someone else, you're dead; both you and the person you stared at

· So you can guess that the male wasn't very happy to come back home and hear loud music blasting from the TV with you humming along to the song of one of the rookie boy groups, so into it that you didn't even hear the male scoff loudly behind your back

· You'll only be brought back to your senses when a vase is thrown at the TV, successfully breaking it in the process. You don't dare turn to him, entirely frozen as you wait for him to speak up

· "Are these stupid idiots better than me? I bet you fucking think they are. You're so cute, darling – have you forgotten who you belong to? Don't worry. I'm more than glad to remind you."

Minhyuk :

· Oh, he's offended. Very offended. How dare you fangirl over other idols when the one and only is sitting right beside you? Have you got no shame at all?

· You can say goodbye to all your electronical devices and the very last bits of freedom that the male gave you – now, you will watch him and only him. Day in, day out.

· He'll be the only face that you'll be seeing until you know better than to watch others when you've got him – in fact, he won't even let you look at yourself, taking all the mirrors away. And when he's not around, he'll make you watch his fancams on loop

· "Tsk, tsk. Such confidence you have, looking at other men. They're nowhere near as good as me and you know that too well, don't you, my love? Good girl. You're quite lucky to have me."

Kihyun :

· He burst into your room as soon as he heard you let out a high-pitched squeal, finding you sitting on the bed, a k-pop album held in your hands that certainly wasn't his group's 

· You got the album of one of your favorite boy group’s behind his back as you knew that he’d obviously get mad about you looking at other men, let alone fangirling over them - and boy were you right

· The male instantly yanked the album out of your hands, his shocked, almost betrayed eyes glaring into yours as if waiting for an explanation. After your unsuccessful try of explaining that ‘the site that you ordered his album from mixed up the orders’ he instantly threw it into the trash, glancing at it in disgust before turning to you

· “Do you really think that I’ll believe in your childish lies, darling? You’re wrong, my love. I'll make sure that you never look at another man ever again."

Hyungwon :

· Pissed off. You're both idols attending a music show, sitting a few tables apart from each other as one of the boy groups start to perform, making your cheeks turn pink as you cover the bottom part of your face with your hand

· Hyungwon watched you in silence the entire time as you were watching the performance, all flustered and head over heels for the boy group on the scene

· After a while you caught the male's gaze and made eye contact with him, his dark glare saying only one thing – 'just wait until we get home'

· "Try that stupid fangirling shit once again and I'll make sure you never see the light of day again. Don't test my fucking limits."

Jooheon :

· Because you were bored of staying home alone all the time because of Jooheon's messed up schedule, the male let you visit him at practice with his group

· Yet he quickly noticed that something was wrong – your eyes were only on Minhyuk, following his every move. You were even letting out quiet squeals at times, making your fangirling over the member almost too obvious

· His jealousy taking over him, Jooheon instantly stopped his practice, excusing himself to violently drag you home where you were going to stay for a very, very long time before the male will trust you around his group ever again

· "Oh, you think I'm fucking jealous, love? How could I not be when you were literally drooling on the floor for my fucking friend?"

I.M :

· The male very rarely lets you be around his own members, let alone other men or male idols

· And oh, the moment he sees you making doe eyes to another male idol you're dead. He won't be listening to any of your pointless excuses, trapping you inside and making sure that he's the only man you'll be looking at from now on

· Don't think your stupid behavior will be free of punishment, either – the male will make you regret every single second of the day you decided to try and mess with his jealousy

· "Was it fucking worth it, huh? Look at you, all fucking pathetic, all because you can't control yourself in front of other men. Don't worry. I'm more than happy to teach you how to, darling."

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Journal Entry #46 (part two)

previously - Journal Entry #46 (part one)

Yuri

Yesterday wasn’t perfect, but I’m happy to report that it was a little easier than Thursday. And if you'll pardon me for metaphorically patting myself on the back, I must say I'm rather proud of myself for improving our day by coming up with solutions to two of our biggest challenges.

In the wee hours of the morning, while Victor lay with his head on a pillow in my lap, and I was staring blankly at an infomercial on TV, it suddenly came to me how I was going to get some nourishment into him. The infomercial was for an allegedly fabulous juice machine that was supposed to help people improve their health, and I think that's what sparked the idea. Honestly, though, it was so obvious that I don't know why I didn't think of it without being prompted by some terribly over-scripted television advertising.

We have our own juice machine.

Victor uses it all the time to make drinks for himself with hemp and kale and spinach and Watcher alone knows what other assorted grains and foul-tasting green vegetables. They look disgusting, but he says they're packed with nutrients. He also uses it to make drinks for me; ones with berries, carrots, apples, peaches or bananas, that taste sweet and delicious and that have more pleasant and appetizing colours like pink or orange. He usually mixes my juice with coconut water, soy yogurt and protein powder, creating a smoothie out of it. Sometimes, one of Victor's protein smoothies is the only food I can tolerate in a day, especially when I'm really ill.

So, when the sun finally came up, and I was feeling hungry myself, I eased my husband's head off my lap and headed for the kitchen to concoct the best smoothie I could. We didn't have a lot of fruit — I realized I'd have to go grocery shopping soon — but we did have apples and blueberries. Those, with yogurt and protein powder, made a nice pinkish-purple drink that I hoped would be as appealing to Victor as it was to me. I mixed some maple syrup into his, and a pinch of cinnamon into mine.

I have two big tumblers with lids, which Victor jokingly calls my 'sippy cups'. To be fair, they do look like extra-large versions of toddler cups, so the nickname is justified. My favourite one is clear with a delicate purple, pink and white floral design. The other one is translucent turquoise with an ocean motif. They're ideal for when I'm too ill to get out of bed because they're less likely to spill, and they're made of plastic, so if my hands are shaking too much and I accidentally drop one of them, it's not going to shatter and make a huge mess.

With an outsized sippy cup in each hand, I made my way back to the sitting room. Victor was awake, and he was tracking my movement with his eyes, although I'm not sure he could see exactly what I was doing as I set the cups on the table.

"What were you up to in the kitchen?" he asked.

"Making breakfast," I told him.

He frowned slightly. "I'm not hungry."

I crossed my arms and glared at him, exasperated by his response. His ongoing refusal to eat was nothing but pure stubbornness on his part, and we both knew it. I was tired, and I absolutely did not want us to have another night like last night, and I knew I wouldn't feel the least bit guilty if I had to boss him around a little to get the result we both needed.

"Victor Thomas Edward Nelson, don't you dare tell me you're not hungry when you haven't eaten a solid meal in a week," I said, feigning more annoyance than I actually felt, for effect. "I hope you know I touched food for you, so you'd better make an effort to try it, at least."

To my utter surprise, he laughed. "Are you trying to sound like my mother?"

Flustered by his unexpected reaction, I stammered, "No. It's just... you can't not be hungry. You're always hungry. I'm worried about you not eating, and... I don't know. Last night was awful, and we can’t go through that again. It's too much..." I had to stop at that point, because my throat was starting to feel tight.

"I'm sorry," Victor said.

"I want you to eat. Please."

"What did you make?"

"I made you a smoothie. I put it in one of the sippy cups, so you shouldn't need me to help you with it."

"Okay," he said. "And what about you? Did you make yourself one?"

"Yeah."

"Good. You need to eat too. You put protein powder in it, right?"

"I did," I said. "In yours as well. I thought you could use it."

"Thanks."

I helped him sit up, and then I passed his smoothie to him. The casts make it so he can't bend his wrists or first set of knuckles, and it looked a little funny to see him clasping the cup between both hands and raising it to his mouth like a toddler would do, but I was too grateful to be amused for long.

His first swallow was tentative, but then he gulped several mouthfuls before pausing for breath again.

"Like it?" I inquired.

"Yeah," he said. "It's good."

"Take your time with it. You don't have to finish it all in one go."

"I'm gonna finish it, and I, uh... I'm probably gonna want another one," he said sheepishly. "Sorry. I guess I really was hungry after all."

"I knew you were," I said.

"Thanks for touching food for me. I know that's hard for you."

"You're worth it," I said, "And if you want another smoothie after that one, you can have mine. I'll make myself another one later."

He nodded. "You'd better. I'll be checking to make sure."

That sounded more like my Victor. I was relieved that he seemed a little better, although my optimism was of the cautious variety. I wasn't expecting miracles, and I was no longer living under the false hope that everything would magically go back to the way it was before, but even the tiniest bit of progress toward something like normalcy was better than no progress at all.

While Victor was occupied with his breakfast drink, I made my way upstairs to put my second brilliant plan of the day into action. It was obvious Victor couldn't keep sleeping on the sofa, and he couldn't climb the stairs to get to his room, but luckily we have a suitable third option. We have a shikibuton, or as I’ve heard westerners refer to it, a Japanese floor mattress.

I wrestled it out of the closet in the laundry room and dragged it to the top of the stairs, whereupon I gave it a little shove and let it make its own way down. This was far from elegant, but it was a lot less difficult than trying to carry the rolled-up mattress without help.

What I hadn't considered was that even though it's possible to see the stairway from the sitting room, Victor couldn't see it in enough detail to realize what was going on. Probably all he could see was the shadow of something coincidentally Yuri-sized sliding and thumping down the stairs, and I know he heard the thud when it finally hit the hallway floor.

He let out a yell that scared me just as much as the descending shikibuton had likely scared him, and by the time I'd made my way down far enough to see him, he was on the floor as well. He was lying with one hand pressed against his side and the other outstretched in the direction of the stairs, and the look on his face was one of terror.

"Yuri? Yuri!"

"It's okay," I said, as I hurried to him. "I'm okay. It was just the futon." I knelt beside him and touched his shoulder. "Are you all right?"

"Wh-what were you doing?" he gasped, as I helped him sit up. "I thought you fell."

"I was getting the shikibuton for you to sleep on," I said. "I couldn't carry it by myself."

"What'd you do? Push it down the stairs?"

"Yeah," I admitted.

He inhaled as if he was about to say something, but then simply crumpled in my arms and began to sob. I petted him and made soft shushing noises, but it didn't seem to calm him.

I could barely understand him as he cried into my sweater, "Don’t scare me like that again!”

“I didn’t mean to,” I said.

“What if it'd been you? I couldn't help you."

"It's all right," I said. "I'm fine."

"But, what if you weren't? What was I supposed to do if you got hurt? I... i couldn't even get to you."

"Is that what happened?" I asked gently. "Did you fall, trying to get to me?"

"Yeah," he said miserably. "I'm sorry."

"Me too," I said. "I should've told you what I was going to do. Did you hurt yourself?"

He sniffled. "No. Bruised my knees a little bit, maybe. Nothing major."

"As long as you're not hurt, that's what matters."

"I don't want you to leave me," he said.

"Don't worry. I already told you I'm not going anywhere," I assured him. "I'm not going to leave you."

"No, I mean, you have to stay close to me. I don't want you to go anywhere I can't see or hear you. You have to promise. I can't help you if something happens, and I have to know you're safe."

"All right," I said. I couldn't picture that as being at all practical, but he was upset and frightened, and it wouldn't have done any good to disagree with him.

We stayed on the floor for a long time. I'm not sure exactly how long, but it was certainly enough time for me to start feeling physically uncomfortable.

Victor must’ve finally had enough of the hardwood beneath him too, as he shifted in my arms and said, “Can I go back to the couch now?”

"Of course,” I said. “Do you think you can try to walk a couple of steps for me? You're so close to the sofa, it doesn't make much sense to use your wheelchair."

"I don't know," he said. "What if I can't do it?"

"You can,” I said. “I think you must've walked from the sofa to this spot in the first place, because your wheelchair's in the kitchen."

His expression was one of surprise, as if he'd only just remembered how he'd gotten off the sofa when he thought I'd fallen down the stairs. "Okay," he said. "I'll try."

"Good," I said. "I'll help you."

"Okay."

After a few false starts and a mighty effort from both of us, he was on his feet. He was shaking, and I could tell he was scared, but to his credit, he didn't show any signs of giving up like he had at the hospital. He draped one arm across my shoulders, and I wrapped both of mine around his waist to support him.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Not really.”

"You can do it. Left foot first."

He hesitated for a few seconds, but then he obediently slid his left foot ahead several centimeters. He never let any part of it lose contact with the floor, but I didn’t care as long as he was moving forward.

“Good?" he inquired, as if he were accomplishing some complex new skill for the first time and needed my approval of his performance.

"Very good," I praised him. “You’re doing brilliantly. Right foot, now.”

“Don’t let me run into anything.”

“Can you see the table?”

“Not clearly, but I can see where it is.”

“There’s nothing else you could run Into, and I’ll be between you and the table,” I said. “You’re doing well. Take one more step for me, okay?

“This is really hard,” he said.

“I know, but you’re being so brave, and you’re doing it. Just a couple more steps and you’ll be there, and then you can rest.”

In actuality, it was more than a couple of steps back to the sofa. It was really about five or six, which is not a lot, but for Victor it might as well have been a full marathon. A distance that would've taken anybody else about three seconds to cover took us more like two or three minutes, and by the time we reached the sofa and I guided Victor onto it, he was sweating and out of breath.

It was strange, seeing him like that. I’ve watched him do intense cardio workouts and not perspire nearly as much as he was just then. His exhaustion said a lot about his stress level, and about how much strength he’d lost in a week. It wasn't necessarily just physical strength, but also psychological strength, and I suddenly understood why Dr. Sato had wanted to get him up and moving as soon as possible. She’d wanted to prevent what we were experiencing right now.

Then and there, I made up my mind that Victor and I were going to walk together for a few minutes every day, until he built up enough confidence to do it by himself. I was determined this would happen, even if I had to beg, threaten or manipulate him into doing it, because I couldn’t bear the thought of letting him deteriorate any further. If he did, he might never regain the ability to be independently mobile, and that would be like a life sentence for him. He might not appear very lively now, but I knew that once he was feeling better and was no longer in any pain, he'd be full of restless energy and impossible to deal with if he didn't have a way to move around and burn it off.

"Are you okay?" I asked him, once I'd gotten him settled with his blanket and his second smoothie.

"Yeah," he said. "I feel kind of gross, though. You think I could take a shower?"

"How about a bath?" I suggested. "Unless you're ready to tackle the stairs already?"

"What? Oh... right. No shower in the downstairs bathroom," He tilted his head quizzically. "You think Yuna was serious when she told you to put trash bags on my arms? You know, yesterday before we left the hospital, when she was explaining all that home care stuff to you, I mean.”

"I didn't realize you were paying attention," I said. "And yes, I think she was. She wouldn't have said it if she weren't serious,. You can't get your casts wet, and bin bags are a good way to keep them dry."

"Not very attractive, though."

"Who do you need to impress? I already think you're the most beautiful man in the world."

This earned me a tiny smile. "Even when I'm all sweaty and stinky?"

"We're going to fix that," I said. "Let me finish setting up your bed first, and then we'll get you cleaned up."

I unrolled the shikibuton in the dining room. That was the only room downstairs where there was enough space for it, and even so, I had to haul the table closer to one end of the room to make sure there was enough clear area to push the wheelchair around.

The dining room may have been the only choice, but all things considered, it wasn't bad. The door can be closed for privacy, and it's a lot closer to the bathroom than the sitting room is. Getting Victor to walk to the bathroom might not be such an insurmountable goal if we start from here instead of from the sitting room.

By the time I was done arranging everything and putting fresh sheets, a blanket and pillows on the mattress, I felt damp and sticky and in need of a bath myself.

I have to say, despite the necessary alterations to our routine, our bath was the most normal thing about our day.

Victor and I often bathe together, so it wasn't weird for me to climb in with him or even to wash him. He tried to wash my back, pressing the sponge between my skin and the tips of his plastic bag covered fingers, while simultaneously attempting to keep his arm out of the bathwater. Needless to say, this was far too awkward to continue for more than a few seconds, but it added a bit of levity and made us both feel like things were the way they were supposed to be, if only for a moment.

The most difficult aspect of the experience was getting Victor dressed afterwards. Thank the Watcher for sweatpants, and for the fact that they’re a wardrobe staple for my professional athlete husband, because I’m sure we would’ve had far more of a challenge ahead of us if his fashion choices were more like mine. He decided he didn’t want to put on a shirt, claiming it’d be too much work to get into, and I didn’t argue. I reasoned that he could always have more blankets if he got cold in bed.

He was definitely ready for bed after his bath. Just as I’d predicted, a full stomach did wonders for the effectiveness of his pain medication, and I'm sure being clean and comfortable helped him relax as well. He told me he was feeling “floaty”, which made me want to laugh despite the circumstances. That particular pain medication does tend to disconnect you from reality a bit when it’s working properly, and I could absolutely relate to the sensation of my consciousness hovering somewhere between hypothetical parallel universes. In my opinion, when you're in such a state, the safest place to be is in bed.

He wanted me to lie down with him, which I was more than willing to do, regardless of the fact that it was only mid-morning. I’d been awake since half-past six on Thursday morning, and my body was pleading for rest. I’m not used to going that long without sleep. Victor likes to tease me about being a professional napper, and he’s not wrong. I like to get my eight hours per night, plus a quick afternoon snooze when I can.

It’d been a long time since I’d slept on a floor mattress., and I’d forgotten how cozy they are. It was almost as good as being in my own bed, especially with Victor snuggled against my side.

I was slightly disappointed that we couldn’t cuddle the way we did in the past. Usually, it’s Victor who holds me, and I’ve been known to lie half on top of him sometimes, which he apparently likes, judging by how often he’s rolled me onto his chest with a teasing whisper of, “Come up here and get warm.” But, I couldn’t put any of my weight on him anywhere now, and particularly not on his chest. Instead, he curled up beside me with his head on my shoulder and his arms resting across my body.

It was nice, even if it wasn't what I was used to. More than anything, I was just happy to be able to share a bed with him again. I'd been desperately lonely without him, and I don't think I even realized the magnitude of my loneliness during the past week until I had him safe at home with me.

"I love you, Victor," I said softly.

"I know," he said. "I lucked out there."

I smiled at that. "Not the typical response, but I'll accept it."

He made a sound that might've been a stifled laugh. "Sorry. I think the drugs are messing me up. I'm not used to having stuff like this in my body."

"I hope you never need to get used to it," I said. I stroked his shoulder lightly. "Are you in any pain right now?"

"No," he said. "The stuff is working really good, I think. Not like last night."

"Because you ate something."

"Drank something."

"Whatever. You know what I mean."

"Yeah," he said. He was quiet for a moment, and then, 'Yuri?"

"Yes?"

"I love you, too. Sorry I dropped that ball a minute ago. And, uh... thanks for taking care of me, even though I'm a stubborn pain in the ass."

"You are a stubborn pain in the ass," I acknowledged, laughing. "But, I love you and I wouldn't trade you for anybody else."

"When my mom and Julian get here, are you still gonna do stuff for me?"

"Do you want me to?" I asked. "Last night, you didn't seem keen on it."

He moved his head against my shoulder in what I imagined was meant to be a nod. "Yeah, I... I think I do want you to. I was thinking about it, and I realized... it'd be super weird for my mom to give me a bath. I want you to do that. And help me get dressed. At least with the bottom parts, 'cause like, it'd be awkward for my mom to, you know... see my man stuff."

"Got it. We'll keep all your private bits private."

This time, he managed a real laugh, although I might've described it more as a giggle. "Private bits."

"Well, at the risk of being explicit, would you rather I'd said something else?" I asked.

"No. But like, are we actually having this conversation?"

"I'm afraid we are," I said. "You never thought your life would come to this, did you?"

"No, but if it had to come to this, I'm glad I've got you on my side." He drew in a deep breath, and his tone was more serious when he spoke again. "I really am sorry I let this happen, though. We wouldn't be in this mess if I'd made better choices."

"It wasn't just you," I told him. "We both could've handled it better. But, let's not go over that again, okay? We are where we are right now, and there's no changing it, so we've got to do our best with what we have."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. It's just... scary, you know? And I feel bad about it. No... 'bad' isn't big enough a word, but I can't think of the right one, and... I don't know how to stop blaming myself."

"Would it help to know I don't blame you?"

"Maybe, a little."

"Perhaps you can talk about it with your psychologist at your appointment next week. Maybe he'll know what to do."

"Do you think so? I'm not sure how I feel about talking to him."

"You liked him when you met him in the hospital, didn't you?"

"He was nicer than the eye doctor," Victor said.

"That wouldn't take much, would it?" I said. "I'm going to call my eye doctor on Monday, and ask her if she can fit you in sometime soon. We need to get a better assessment for you than you got from Dr. Nakayama."

"Do you think Dr. Nakayama was wrong?"

"I don't know what to think, other than it's a good idea to get a second opinion."

"Okay," he agreed. "You and Mom and Julian have to come with me."

"I can't speak for your mother or Dr. Julian, but I'll be by your side the whole time," I said. "I'll hold your... fingers? I guess I can't hold your hand, can I?"

"Yeah. Hold my fingers." He nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck and shoulder. "Hold every finger, an' tell me if you can put my rings back on me, 'kay?"

I'd nearly forgotten about his rings, and the thought of putting them back on his fingers made me smile. "After our nap, do you want me to check and see if they fit?"

"Mm-hmm..." he murmured. "'specially my wedding ring."

"Go to sleep," I said. "When you wake up, we'll check."

His response was an incomprehensible mumble that might've been, "Marry me."

"Silly man," I whispered, but he probably didn't hear me, as he was already asleep.

I've started to develop a habit of lying awake while Victor is sleeping. This is most likely because there's been so much to think about in the past week, and I'm too busy to do much thinking when Victor is awake.

As I lay there I ran through my mental list of things that needed to be done, and tried not to feel overwhelmed. Victor has appointments with the psychologist and occupational therapist next week, and possibly with the eye doctor if she can fit him in. I'll need to go to the supermarket and the pharmacy, and I'll have to find time to do some housekeeping. Somewhere in there, I'll need to make some time to work, too. Mr. Tanaka has been gracious, but he's not going to be lenient forever. I decided I'd better make a schedule; otherwise, nothing would get accomplished.

Dr. Grace and Dr. Julian will be here tomorrow, I reminded myself. I was comforted by the knowledge that Victor and I could rely on his mother and stepfather, even if we couldn't rely on my father.

Not for the first time during this whole ordeal, I wished for my own mother to be here. She'd know what to do, and she'd take charge of the situation which, at times, has felt wildly out of control to me. Whenever I've talked to her over the past week, I've had to stop myself from begging her to come home. I'd give just about anything for a hug from her, the sweet scent of her jasmine perfume, and her quiet, composed voice telling me everything would be all right and that she'd take care of me.

Without really meaning to, I let the tight grasp I'd had on my emotions slip. In the stillness of our dining room turned bedroom, accompanied only by the ticking of the clock on the sideboard and the soft sound of my husband's deep, somnolent breathing, I whimpered as hot tears leaked from the edges of my eyes.

Afraid I'd wake Victor, my immediate instinct was to fight the outburst. It took everything I had, and I found that it was far more draining than anything else I'd done that day. In the end, it was a good thing I was already lying down, because I'm not sure I could've held myself upright or even moved if I’d had to, I was so exhausted.

The reprieve was only temporary, I knew. Eventually, I'd reach a breaking point, and there'd be no holding back my tears then. The best I could do was hope that I was alone when it happened, so nobody would witness me completely falling apart.

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Yexercise

This was the vote story immediately after Movie Night. Note: image has all three members from the beginning, but it ended up being all Yeri.

Tags: TheLounge, Red Velvet, Yeri, male reader insert, blowjob, titfucking, anal, va--nilla sex, workout sex, exhaustion, kink talk, appearances from Wendy/Seulgi/Irene but JoY hAs A bOyFrIeNd

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"Hey, thanks. You don't need to give me the discount though," you say. You put your wallet back in your pocket, pick up the bag of muffins, and take the coffee from the guy across the counter.

"Nonsense! The Lounge wouldn't be so successful without your help. Besides, the profit margin on that stuff is insane."

The two of you chuckle with each other for a moment, and you smell the coffee he practically gave you free. Fresh roasted and ground on location, not too much sugar, and slightly more cream than usual. "Damn, man. This stuff smells like heaven."

"Heaven? Haha! More like Brazil! But speaking of heaven, who's the lucky lady today? You never get more than one muffin on your own."

You shrug. The man knows you, that's for sure. "Well, not a date this time. Wendy asked me to meet her here,"

"Oh, Red Velvet?"

"Yup. I think it's a business thing. I was asking her about song composing but I'm not supposed to tell you she's getting into that."

"Of course." He raises his eyebrows and flattens his mouth. "You know how Mr. SM can be about these things."

That's exactly what SinB and Eunha said and did a couple days ago, and nobody ever explained what they meant. "Actually, I--"

"Ah, there she is! And Seulgi and Yeri too!"

You turn around to see that he is definitely correct. Holding the door open is Wendy, dressed in a blue-and-white-striped sweater that sags off one of her shoulders, baggy blue jeans, and white sneakers. Her light brown hair is draped over one shoulder. Her casual outfit is contrasted by her exceptional, yet minimal make up.

Yeri has already passed her and entered the building. Unlike Wendy, her make up consists of some lazy eyeliner and not much else. Your heart skips a beat when you see her light gray yoga pants are as tight as a second skin, though her pink hoodie hangs just low enough to see any of her ass. She's cut her hair into a short bob again, and dyed it dirty blonde.

Seulgi follows Yeri, and certainly looks the most put-together overall. Her jet black hair is pulled into a ponytail so you can see her glamorous earrings and bright red lips. She's wearing a nearly wrinkleless white dress shirt barely see through enough to show her bra, black business pants, and short black heels.

A shiver crashes down your spine, nearly making you drop your coffee. You're not sure you'll ever get used to seeing all these gorgeous idols in person, and especially not when they're approaching you.

"Hey, sorry we're late," Wendy opens the conversation, "We got held up for a minute."

Yeri smirks. It looks like she's paying more attention to the menu overhead than to any one person. "Held up by some Canadian grandma driving."

Wendy frowns. "It's called a speed limit."

Seulgi gives you a short bow. You do the same back. Finally, a regular greeting. Then again, it makes sense since she's the one you've spent the least amount of time with. That's not saying much though, since you haven't had much opportunity to get to know any member of Red Velvet. "Good to see you again," she says formally.

"Oh shut up Sluggo, you know why we're here." Yeri points up at the menu. "I'll take the mocha--"

"What she means is... Well, can we talk?" Wendy asks, looking more than a little flustered.

"Yeah, totally. I got some muffins for us to share, but I thought it was just going to be the two of--"

"Fuck yeah, bro! Thanks!" Yeri snatches the muffin bag out of your hand and has one halfway in her mouth before you can protest.

Wendy sighs. "Let's sit down, shall we?"

Getting a table with room for four is a simple matter. Seulgi sits opposite from you, Yeri next to her, and Wendy next to you.

Yeri's busy eating both of the muffins you bought, which may be the only reason Wendy is able to finish her thoughts. "So, we don't have a whole lot of time. We're actually-- well, two of us are going to a gig in like fifteen minutes, but you know we're really busy. I mean, of course, you know us, and we've got a thing in fifteen-- Ugh. I'm sorry, I'm so bad at this. How's your day been?"

Normally in all of your previous conversations, short as they have been, you've noticed that Wendy is generally much more confident than this. "Um, pretty good. It's still early though. Just got here myself, so I haven't had time to do much today."

"Oh geez, that's right. I'm sorry, the last few weeks have really just been blending together, you know? So like, you know Yerin right? I mean, of course you know Yerin. So Yerin has been talking to Joy, and you've been brought up in that, and so we know a little bit about you."

You chuckle and scratch the back of your neck. "Ah, crap. If Yerin's been talking about me, I can only imagine the kinds of things she's said." Obviously, your history with Yerin and her perverted attitude can mean one thing.

Seulgi blushes. "Y-yeah. Is it okay that we're talking to you about this?"

"I mean, we haven't really talked about anything specific yet."

"They mean sex." Yeri blurts out, slightly muffled by muffin.

You laugh. Thinking back on Wendy's texts and her vague word choices, you figured she had a serious question for you, but you still can't figure out what it is she wanted to talk to you about. It's a little awkward that she brought two of her group members with her if she's looking for advice, too. "I kind of figured that's what it was about. But hell yeah, I'm an open book. What's on your mind?"

Wendy lets out a relieved sigh. "Oh my gosh, thank you. I thought I was going to die from my own awkwardness there."

She pauses as a barista walks over with Yeri's drink. You make note of the way, out of the corner of her eye, Yeri watches the barista's ass as she walks away.

Wendy continues with a bright smile that you're a little more used to seeing, "So uh, the three of us are currently looking for something, and wanted to know what your rates are."

You hesitate, piecing together what Wendy just said with the fact that the conversation has been defined as one about sex. "Has Yerin been... saying I'm a prostitute?"

Suddenly, it feels like you're in a pressure cooker. Silence grips the table as the tension rises. Wendy stares at you like a deer in the headlights, her eyes widening slowly and her smile fading.

The sound of the steamer behind the store's counter sets off a chain reaction of noise.

"OH MY GOD," Wendy shouts, "I AM SO SORRY!"

Yeri slaps the table and bursts into laughter, sending crumbs of muffin everywhere. Seulgi is glowing red, shaking all over, and looking frantically between you, Wendy, and the mess Yeri is making.

"I DIDN'T MEAN-- OH GOD--" Wendy grabs your arm with both hands, crushing down as if she's afraid you're about to leave. She lowers her voice to a hushed tone, but speaks at the speed of a runaway train, "I'm so sorry I didn't mean anything by it I supp-- We all support the sex work industry and I'm sorry I didn't me--"

The other two have effectively disappeared. Seulgi, with her arms covering her face and crouched low in her chair. Yeri has fallen to the floor, truly making the scene worse with how hard she's laughing and gasping for air.

For as mildly insulted as you feel, you aren't very surprised, considering Yerin's habit of using insults and crude words as terms of endearment. You smirk and put a hand on Wendy's shoulder. You try to calm her down, but are slightly afraid she won't hear you through her rambling, "Hey, hey. You're good. I'm not a prostitute, but it's fine."

Wendy slows down, but appears to be on the verge of hyperventilation. "I can't believe this. I shouldn't have assumed. Oh god. I am such a dumbass."

You get out of your chair and wrap your arms around her. She immediately shuts up, face melting into your chest. "You're good, Wendy. Honestly, that's hilarious more than anything."

Yeri is calming down a little as well, with the aid of Seulgi furiously brushing away the streaks of black makeup running off of her eyes. Even so, she can barely manage to get back into her chair, still having giggle fits and clutching at her stomach.

"I might not be one, but I think I can help you out anyway. What exactly are you looking for?" You let go of Wendy and watch her dab at a few tears that started with a napkin.

"No, no. I don't think I can say after all that. I am... so embarrassed right now."

Still fighting to catch her breath, Yeri chimes in, "We're too busy to find dick so she tried to find a way to schedule it. Holy shit, 'Sup? How's your day? How much do you charge for a good time, ho?' Right? Wow, Wendy."

"Yeri! That's not what she said!" Seulgi slaps at Yeri's arm and nervously looks around for anyone who might still be watching.

"Might as well have been! This is the best!"

You can't help but chuckle along with Yeri. You stare in her direction, hoping to get her attention with your next sentence, "You don't have to pay to fuck me."

That shuts Yeri up. She stares back. "Woah, you serious?"

You sit back down and glance at Wendy and Seulgi. They're staring too.

"Yeah, why not? Sounds like fun. Hell, I'd go for it right now, but you've got a gig to get to, right?"

Seulgi shakily raises a hand as if she's asking permission to speak. "O-only two of us are going to that."

Underneath the table, you feel someone's foot sliding up and down your leg. You have no doubt it's Yeri's, as she speaks up again, "Why don't you guess which one of us isn't busy today?"

Yeah. Why don't you?

Options for Part 1 [IMPORTANT (duh)]: 1. (Picked:) Is it Yeri? It seems too obvious, given how eager she obviously is. But she could be straight up trolling you. That seems like something she'd do. If it's her, you imagine you'll end up exhausted soon. She seems to have a LOT of energy to burn.

2. Is it Wendy? She's the one who organized this meetup after all. Maybe she'll ask you to come along as she drops the other members off at their gig. If she's the one, you can guess you'll have a very nice, sweet time. She's got those wifey vibes.

3. Is it Seulgi? She's been very quiet this whole time. She definitely took the time to dress to impress today. Maybe it's you she means to impress. If you're spending the day with her, you have no clue what to expect. You've got to watch out for the quiet ones...

~~~~~

You look underneath the table and see it is, in fact, Yeri who is stroking your leg with her foot. Her running shoes aren't exactly making it comfortable or sexy.

"I'm going to guess it's you."

"Sure is, babe." Yeri winks. Wendy and Seulgi both groan in unison. Yeri doesn't seem to mind them at all.

"So," Wendy says slowly, "you really meant that about having sex with us? I don't want to pressure you."

You look across the table and see Seulgi biting her lip, not in an intentionally sexy way, but maybe nervously?

"Yup. I'm not free literally all the time, so we might have to actually schedule it, which definitely feels weird, but I'm up for it."

Wendy grins. "Awesome! Thanks! Thanks? Thanks."

"But hey, to be totally clear, why me? You guys know you can have sex with each other, right?"

Seulgi pops in, "We have. It's just... we all want different things that others aren't comfortable with."

"Yeah, getting fucked softly by strapons is boooring," Yeri says. She glares at Wendy.

"H-hey! You know my hip--"

You're about to ask what they all want to do that's so radically different, or why they assume you're okay with all of it, but Wendy's phone alarm goes off.

"Crap. So, can we talk about this later? We have to get to our shoot."

"Totally, sure. Text me when you're off?"

Wendy and Seulgi are already starting to walk away. Yeri has made herself quite comfortable where she is though.

"I'll text you, yeah! Um, are you okay with babysitting that one for a bit?"

Yeri scrunches up her nose. "The fuck, bitch?!"

You laugh. "Yeah, why not?"

Wendy smiles and rushes out the door. Seulgi follows, but only after giving you a polite bow. "See you again soon!"

The busy life of a big three idol, you muse to yourself.

"Hmmm, seems we've got some time to kill, huh?" Yeri leans forward on the table, squeezing her tits through her bulky sweatshirt.

"Guess we do. I have one formal request to have sex with you and another to babysit you. Bit unusual."

Yeri groans. "Yeah fuck that. You realize I'm well into my twenties right? I want your cock, not a bedtime story."

You decide against telling her about the stories you swapped with SinB just a couple nights ago. "Couldn't put you to bed if I wanted to with that extra large mocha you've got there," you say instead.

“You could put me in a bed.”

“Snappy one. I like it.”

Yeri smirks and takes a sip of her coffee. “I don’t mean right now though. I’ve got something in mind already.”

“You mean what you were going to pay me to do?”

“Sure was, ho. Why? You still want the money?”

You sigh. “Well I’m really not in the business. So if you really want to spend something on me, maybe get me some breakfast? You ate mine.”

“You can eat me.”

After you give her a brief, unamused look, she relents. “Okay. Okay. What do you want? You can eat it on the way.”

“I see you like to make assumptions. And I’ll take a smoked salmon bagel.”

“I’m used to my assumptions being met. And I didn’t know they made those here.”

“Do you assume you’re going to get your way today? And they’re delicious.”

“Maybe I do assume that. I guess we’ll see. And I’ll have one too.”

Yeri hops off of her seat and goes back to the counter to put in your order. Thanks to the lack of a line or crowd, the bagels are ready by the time you’ve followed her. You open the bag.

“Four? Feeling hungry this morning?”

“Oh I’m starving for dick, but only one of those is for me. The others are for you. You’ll need the energy.”

“Question.” You stop, The Lounge’s front door half open in your hand. “Do you always speak so boldly and then follow it up immediately with something vague?”

She smirks and you watch as one of her hands slides around your waist and traces your butt before giving it a tight squeeze. She reaches past you with her other hand and pulls the door open the rest of the way so she can step outside, slowly twirling around you. “No,” she says, “Sometimes, I don’t speak.”

Smooth, you think.

The walk to wherever Yeri is taking you is a pleasant one. She takes your hand, intertwining your fingers with hers. She walks in sync with you. She makes easy conversation about work, food, and ideal local vacation spots. She nibbles on her bagel slowly enough that she finishes right about when you finish all three of yours. You almost forget that less than an hour ago she was making lewd comments about hiring you for sex, and that she is currently taking you to a location where she intends to fuck you.

It’s not long before you reach a building that she pulls you into, swiping a key card to open the door. The inside isn’t particularly remarkable, and you don’t see any signs anywhere that would reveal the building’s purpose. Three flights of stairs going up and one more key card swipe through a door, and you find yourself in a small gym.

One wall is effectively a single giant mirror like a dance studio would have, and there’s a variety of equipment you recognize as being for pilates as well as weight training and a treadmill. The floor is ever so slightly spongy-soft, it’s well lit when she flips on the lights, there’s a large potted fern in one corner with a small stereo next to it, and it’s otherwise undecorated. It smells like sweat.

“Personal, private gym?” you ask.

“Personal, private gym,” Yeri says. She drops her purse and kicks off her shoes next to the door, motioning for you to do the same.

“Not that I’m complaining, but couldn’t we have used a room at The Lounge, or your place, or mine?”

“Maybe. But I’m comfortable here. And there aren’t any company bitches here to get on my case for getting our freak on.”

Yeri walks into the middle of the room and pulls her hoodie over her head. It turns out she was only wearing a purple sports bra underneath.

Although she is still fully dressed as far as modern societal standards are concerned, you find yourself staring at her incredibly sexy body as if it’s totally exposed. Her leggings are exactly as skin-tight as you were hoping, practically revealing her firm ass. If she’s even wearing anything underneath them, you can’t tell. But as she lifts her arms above her head to toss her hoodie behind her and to stretch, it’s her mostly bare back and the toned muscle running up and down either side of her spine that catches you off guard. You can’t take your eyes away. She looks at you in the mirror and catches you staring.

“I’m glad you like,” she says, putting one finger between her teeth in the corner of her mouth and giving you a sultry look you didn’t think she was capable of. She twists to look at you over her shoulder. “Your turn.”

You remove your jacket and pull your shirt off. While it’s over your eyes, you hear padding footsteps coming your way, followed by a body being pressed up against yours. By the time your shirt is totally off, her hands are sliding up your back. This is one seriously forward idol you’re dealing with.

“So here we are. I picked the location. What’s next?” Yeri asks, “I’ve got a naughty thought or two, but maybe you have an idea you want to surprise me with.”

Options for Part 2:

1. No surprise, nothing fancy. Just get naked and get started. 2. There must be a shower in this building if it contains gyms. Ask her to take you there and you can get her wet all over. 3. (Picked:) Yeri was literally going to hire you for this, and “naughty thoughts” sound fun. Ask her what those are all about.

~~~~~

“Naughty thoughts huh? Why don’t you tell me about those?”

Yeri grimaces and looks off to the side. “Uh...”

“Uh…” You look down at her, confused. “What? What.”

“I was, you know.”

You hesitate…

“No! I don’t know! What?!”

“Like, I was expecting you to just rip off my bra or pants and go to town, you know?”

“But you said you have naughty thoughts. Why wouldn’t I ask about those?”

“I don’t know! I was counting on you not asking about them!”

You rub your eyes. You’re about to ask why she would bother bringing up the option if she was going to make such a big deal out of it, but she speaks first.

“I want to get fucked while I’m working out.”

“That’s it?” you ask after a moment of hesitation.

“It’s not all I want to do.”

“Well, care to share with the rest of the class? Or are you too embarrassed about having really normal-sounding kinks?”

Yeri shoves you back and takes a few steps toward the pilates equipment. “Are we doing this or not?”

“I’m all for it.”

She grabs the sides of her bra and with no small amount of difficulty pulls it off over her head. You easily forget about the awkwardness as you watch her breasts squeeze out slowly and eventually drop the rest of the way.

Yeri's breasts live up to the hype. When she beckons you over to her (in the same way you would beckon for a dog, annoyingly), you realize your opportunity to touch them for yourself is at hand. Literally.

You grab her by the shoulders first though, spinning her around so she's facing the pilates bench and the mirror. You wrap your arms under hers to feel her tits from behind. They're more than your hands can take in a single grasp. But you're not in this for speed. You bend down to kiss her neck, which gets a satisfied growl from her.

"Bite me," she says. It's not a softly spoken statement, and it's right next to your ear thanks to your positioning, so you're stunned for about half a second.

You do as she demands, taking a small bit of her neck between your teeth and sucking. If she wants hickeys you won't argue.

You're rewarded with a smack on the top of the head. Confused with her behavior again, you pull away.

"I didn't say nibble. I said bite."

"Oh. Uh, sure."

"Like, draw blood."

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah! Like, if you're gonna bite, it's gotta be hard! Really get your canine teeth in there, right? Just fucking give it to me."

You stare at her for a moment. "Let's, um, start with the exercise thing first, yeah?"

Seeming suddenly confident again, Yeri hops onto the pilates bench and flips herself upside-down using the bars. She stretches herself out into a position you imagine can't be easy to hold for long. "Sure, if you can reach me."

You squint at her for just a second. She's switching between embarrassment and confidence so fast you can't figure out what's really going on. But at least right now, she seems fine.

Standing up on the bench, you find you’re at nearly the perfect height to put your face between her legs. And that’s exactly what you’re going to do. You grab the waistband of her leggings and pull them down to her knees. Underneath, absolutely nothing. No underwear, no hair. Just a completely bare pussy and smooth ass tensed with the effort of holding her body weight in an upward arch.

It’s a tight fit getting your head between her legs, given that she doesn’t have a lot of space to spread them apart. The reward is worth the trouble.

You flatten your tongue against her pussy to give it a full, long lick. She responds with a long, breathy moan. And since she gives you no reason to stop, you do it again, and again, and again. Each time, Yeri shivers just a little bit, making it obvious how much she’s enjoying herself.

Hands on either side of her hips, just touching for the sake of touching and not holding her up, you close your eyes and focus on your work. Not work. You’re not getting paid for this. Stop thinking about that.

She’s got a mellow taste as far as you can tell. It’s got the tang you would expect, but it’s maybe a little musky. You don’t try to distract yourself, but trying to figure out how Yeri tastes the same way men’s cologne smells is really messing with your head.

It’s when her hips suddenly drop away from your hands that you realize she has been holding herself in place for several minutes. She’s breathing heavily and she doesn’t fall only because her leggings are caught on your shoulders. She doesn’t seem seriously exhausted or anything though. Maybe this was just the first rep.

“Tired?” you ask anyway.

“I also want to try pet play.”

You stare down at Yeri. You’re sure you heard the words that came out of her mouth correctly, but they weren’t the answer to your question. “So… hang on. Back up. What?”

“You know. Meow.” Holding herself up with one hand, she uses the other to make the classic neko paw.

You tilt your head and rub your temples. “Alright. Um, I think we should probably work out what’s really happening here. You gave me a lot to work with.”

Yeri hoists her legs back over your head and stands on the bench again, kicking her leggings off the rest of the way. “Yeah! What do you think? Those are my ideas!”

“They are varied.”

“Is that good or bad?” Suddenly Yeri looks embarrassed again.

“No! They’re good! I’m not here to kink shame you. I don’t know if I’m really into all of that, or if they can all be incorporated into a single session, but I’m totally up for some of it.”

Session? This isn’t an appointment, and this isn’t my job! you think, furiously. You’re suddenly worried if every minor reference to work or professionalism is going to sound like it’s connected to sex from now on.

Yeri smirks, “Oh, okay. That’s fair. Anything sounds good! What do you want to do… with me?” She punctuates the last two words by grabbing her tits and winking at you.

Deadline for this vote is 12/20 at 12:00 UTC! No guarantees on how fast Part 4 will come out, but work should slow down soon, and it’s not like I’ll be going anywhere for a holiday because of this virus, so you can probably expect Part 5 and maybe also another short over that weekend! Options for Part 3: 1. (Picked:) Workout sex sounds like it will wear you out, but getting sweaty with a partner has never been a problem before! 2. Pet play? What was that meow about?! Maybe you want her to play a cat, or you can convince her she'd be something else? 3. Oh fuck, right. Yeri likes vampires. Bite her. [Warning for blood stuff, though not super gory or anything Red Flavor joke]

~~~~~

“Tell me more about this workout sex,” you say. To avoid letting the mood die down any more than your confusion already might have you inch forward, one hand on Yeri’s breast, the other wrapping around the small of her back. You pull her in closer toward you and put your mouth to hers.

Yeri hums into your kiss. She takes a moment to enjoy it before she pulls back. “It’s exactly what it sounds like, like what I said.” She comes in for a couple more small kisses and continues, “I work out. While I do that, you fuck me.”

You bring her back into the kiss, keeping it chaste for now. At least, as chaste as you can get while you’re more than half naked and she’s completely naked and you’re discussing exactly how you’re about to bang.

“I can start over there and bench while I suck your cock.”

You moan your agreement into another kiss.

“Then I can do my squats on it while you take your turn benching.”

You moan your “Huh?” into another kiss.

“Then you can do your squats by pile driving me into the floor.”

So it seems she plans on you working out too.

“So? Are we going to do this?” Yeri holds you back.

You take a deep breath. Whatever higher power you believe in has brought you this far. You’re not going to let it down.

“Why don’t you get down there and find out?”

Yeri practically jumps across the room. She grabs a couple of dumbbells and immediately gets into bench press position.

When you walk over, ditching the rest of your clothes on the way, Yeri looks up at you and smirks. She wiggles the weights around and, in a sing-song voice, says, “Dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb.”

You stand above her, unsure how to respond.

“Get it? Dumb Dumb? Dumbbells? The weights?”

“Uh, no?”

“What?! That’s like, a classic!”

“Is that one of yours?”

“Yes! You haven’t heard it?!”

“You just called your own song a classic.”

Yeri rolls her eyes. “Not classic as in old. As in-- I’m about to suck your dick, so laugh at my jokes.”

That makes you actually snort back a laugh. “Okay, I guess I get it now.”

She smiles and hangs her head off the edge of the bench. You make your way next to her head and she licks her lip at the sight of your dick at nearly her eye level.

“Just don’t go too hard okay? I’ve got a gag reflex.”

You crouch just enough so that your dick touches her lips, which she happily opens. The moment her tongue reaches out and touches you, you feel a bit weak in the knees. How you’re going to keep this up and also do real exercise, you have no idea.

Yeri cautiously starts pumping her weights up and down at her sides. You take the same slow pace with moving back and forth. After the mention of her gag reflex you don’t dare thrust for real, keeping it to an inch or so at a time. Yeri more than makes up for the lack of depth with her tongue though, twirling and curling it around randomly.

Thankfully there’s a bar across the bench that you can lean on to prevent a total collapse. Just beneath your head, you watch as Yeri’s chest and arms flex to push the weights up, then relax and spread out as she lowers them. The steady motion, the subtle definition of her body, and her heavy tits are a sight to behold, and so behold it all you do.

Yeri’s tongue sweeps across the bottom of your dick, and you feel a burning desire to be deeper inside of her. You decide to try your luck and push forward a bit farther. She doesn’t so much as lose the tempo in her lifting, so you go farther. Too much more and you’re sure you’re going to hurt her, but her legs are spread to either side of the bench, leaving something else open that you could probably get much deeper in.

You’re suddenly jolted back to awareness by the sound of weights slamming to the floor. Yeri grabs your hips and holds you tightly in place. You think she may have forgotten about the exercise after all with how intensely she’s sucking. But then, she pushes you away and gasps for air.

“That’s one set down!” She grins up at you and strokes your dick.

“Isn’t it bad etiquette to drop your weights like that?”

“Personal, private gym, remember? My gym, my rules.”

“Well not to break your rules, but I want to try something else in your next set.”

“Why? Didn’t you like that?”

“Oh I did, but that’s just the problem. You’ve got me worked up now, and I’m having a hard time holding back.”

Yeri gulps, and you see her whole body shiver. “I-I mean, I’ll try.” She picks her dumbbells off the floor and lays back again, sticking her tongue out and opening her mouth wide.

“I didn’t mean deepthroat! I just meant I wanted to fuck your pussy.”

You aren’t sure if Yeri’s sigh is one of disappointment or relief. “Ah, I see. Well by all means go for it!”

She scoots herself down the bench so her head isn’t hanging off and starts her next set. You walk around her slowly, just taking in the sight, admiring her again. She’s clearly used to the exercise, because her skin is just barely starting to show a few dots of sweat.

Once you’re between her legs, it’s a simple matter to crouch again just a little to maintain the correct height. You couldn’t see it from your previous angle, but Yeri is soaking wet. It’s only been a few minutes really, but already there’s a puddle underneath her. You mentally give yourself a pat on the back for contributing to that.

Yeri’s entrance is tight, but pushing into her is smooth sailing with how much natural lube she’s producing. Every time she lifts her weights, her muscles tense and she subtly clenches down around you. You might have thought this was a weird concept to begin with, but you’re definitely on board now. Not quite in time with her lifts, you thrust in and out. Looking down, you can see her toes curling. She’s clearly putting in a lot of effort not to squirm out of position.

“Seems like you’re having fun, huh?”

You don’t get an answer. You’re slightly annoyed that she seems to be ignoring you, but you realize she’s probably trying to count reps. But it would be fun if you could make her lose track…

You put your hands on either side of the bench and get a good grip, preparing to turn into a fucking machine.

Unfortunately, you’re the one who gets a surprise when Yeri drops her weights again. Her head shoots up to yours for a needy, open-mouthed kiss. Her damp body presses against yours.

“This is...” she says between the moments she has her tongue in your mouth, “so much better… than trying it… with a dildo!”

You try to push Yeri away so you can get a word in, but her arms and legs are both clamped around you. You give in and lower her down so she’s on her back again, putting you right where you need to be so you can roll your hips.

Yeri squeals and her grip on you gets even tighter. “More!” she shouts when she pulls away for a half a second.

You strain to get your hands under her arms and break out of her grasp. Her nails rake across your back quite painfully as you do, but you manage to pin her arms to her sides. She glares up at you, biting her lip and giggling.

“More?” she asks this time.

“Don’t you have one more set to do? Isn’t three sets a thing?”

Yeri scowls. “I changed my mind. It’s your turn to bench. I need to do my squats right now.”

You roll your hips again. You watch, amused, as Yeri’s fingers clench at the air over and over again. You’re a little worried about what might happen when you let her go, considering she seemed to have some kind of blood fetish. But then again, she might just not be trying all that hard to get away. She’s the one with a fairly athletic career and a workout plan after all.

Even so, you can’t help but tease her with another roll of your hips. You have difficulty finding your own words with how good she feels, tight around your cock. “It was your idea to get fucked while you worked out. I’m just holding you to your word, you know.”

A sly smile curls across Yeri’s face, though it trembles when you grind into her again. “I’m keeping my word! I normally only do two sets at a time!”

“I’m not so sure I believe that.” Her legs let up a bit, so you use the leeway to get in a short thrust.

“You calling me a liar?”

“Of course not. Why would I do that?”

“Because if you don’t call me a liar you get to pick what hole I fuck you with while you’re benching.”

She makes a valid argument.

Deadline for this vote will be 12/26 at 6:00 UTC (just in case some of you will be too busy the day before with holiday stuff) Options for Part 4: 1. No complaints from you if she continues with her pussy! 2. Then again, you’ve got a thing for anal, and she’s offering. 3. She could give you a blowjob. It seems like she wants the practice. 4. (Picked:) But also… Yeri is the first person in one of these stories with big enough boobs for a titfuck.

~~~~~

“Well since you’re definitely done with your sets, and since you’re not lying, you wouldn’t mind titfucking me?”

A few quiet moments go by. Yeri puts a hand on her chin, looking down between your bodies, then to her boobs, then at the dumbells on either side of her. She reaches down to grab the weights again.

“There’s lube in my bag. Grab that first.”

You smile and pull out of her pussy, which makes both of you take a sharp breath at the same time. “Doing more benches huh?”

“Well obviously. This is workout sex. I can’t give you a tit job while I’m squatting, so the best solution is for me to focus extra hard on my arms - which is definitely more than I normally do - so you can stand over me.”

Her bluff is pretty obvious, but it’s amusing, and you’re still getting what you asked for so you’re not going to push your luck by calling her out. This is something you’ve been trying to convince Yerin to try for a while, but she’s brushed it off every time. So if you aren’t getting a boob job here, you’re not sure when or even if you’ll have the chance again.

The lube you find in Yeri’s bag is vanilla scented. While you take a moment to enjoy the smell, Yeri lies down and starts another set with her six kilo weights.

You move to stand over her chest and enjoy watching her muscles work again from a different angle. This time you watch her breasts in particular, putting a hand down to lightly cup one and brush your thumb over her nipple. Much like before, Yeri’s focus on her workout is uncanny. You can’t get her to break, so you decide to help yourself.

You pour a generous amount of the lube into Yeri’s cleavage, smearing it all over. Your dick is still wet from her pussy, but this stuff will certainly last longer. The pleasant smell and the sight of her wet breasts turn on your instincts again. You lower yourself until your dick is resting on her, and you squeeze her tits together.

It’s not nearly as tight as anything else you’ve experienced today, of course, but it’s no less of an incredible feeling. When you start to move back and forth is when you realize how heavenly it is, even if it involves some extra effort. As you slide through Yeri’s cleavage, you notice the tiniest glance down from her. Is she losing her focus?

You smirk and reposition your hands a bit so you can casually rub her nipples between your fingers. Again, a small glance down. This time, it’s accompanied by the corners of her lips moving up.

“If you’re enjoying this already, wait until your hands are free to help out.”

“Ssshut up.”

Her arms tremble for a second. It would make sense if she’s getting distracted by the fact that she’s working out. But she hasn’t done that much, has she? Six kilos isn’t too crazy for an athletic idol like herself. You take a look over to the side again when her arms come all the way up.

There’s a mostly worn off line right before the six. She’s lifting nearly triple what you thought she was. Suddenly, you find yourself concerned with where they might land if she drops them again, given where your feet are, and you resolve to not distract her anymore.

That doesn’t mean you’re going to stop the titfucking of course.

You shift your feet back a little and have to lean forward, but you manage to get back into rhythm quickly. You slide in time with her lifting. The next time you look at her face, Yeri’s eyes are screwed shut and she’s biting her lip.

You aren’t able to contain a groan, and her eyes snap open and look into yours. She gives you a smile and after one last pump of her weights, she tosses them (thankfully) to the sides. Her hands clasp over the top of yours. Her breaths are labored, but she speaks through them just fine.

“I’m helping now. What am I waiting for?”

You pull one of your hands from under hers. It takes you no time at all to find her clit. Her knees come up to trap your arm there, as if you needed the additional encouragement. You circle it slowly with your fingers.

“Oh, I see now.” Yeri’s voice is quiet and her mouth quivers. She looks down at your cockhead poking out of her cleavage with hunger in her eyes.

You take your other hand away from hers, but only so you can put it back on top, where you guide her into kneading her breasts around your dick. She quickly picks up on the hint and squeezes down. She even takes the initiative and lifts her head to try to lick you as you thrust.

Unfortunately, she can’t quite reach, but you’re not going to let her effort go to waste. You hover your now free hand next to her pouty lips. You quickly go back in your mind to when she was very interested in biting, but you’ve already sealed your fate, and her mouth is wrapped around two of your fingers.

Something about watching her dutifully crushing her tits against your thrusting dick and sweetly sucking on your fingers with her eyes closed sets you off. You barely have the time to say, “I’m cumming.”

In that moment, Yeri’s eyes reopen and catch yours. She makes no move to change what she’s doing. So with one last thrust, you groan in ecstasy and orgasm.

Your cum first hits the bottom of her chin, then lands on her neck, then seeps out onto her chest, directed into different directions by her collarbone. She hardly reacts where you can see it, keeping her eyes locked onto yours and wrapping her tongue around your middle finger.

On the other hand, literally, her legs wrap around your arm and roughly pull your hand until it’s fully connected with her pussy. Your brain is still in a mid-orgasm haze, but it’s easy enough to realize what you’re supposed to be doing. You oblige, dipping two fingers inside her. That gets a happy hum out of Yeri, which you feel directly vibrating up your hand.

After you blink the stars out of your eyes, you look down and see that Yeri is scooping at your cum to bring it to her mouth. She sucks it in without letting go of your fingers. You would protest at the awkwardness of feeling your semen being swirled around your knuckles, but the greediness she displays is way too sexually charged for you to care about things like that anymore.

Eventually, she vacuums all of it down and off your hand, swallows, and releases you. She gives you an expectant look, eyebrows raised and mischievous smile plastered across her face.

You continue to finger her, but her eyes don’t move from yours. “Um. Wow, damn,” you say, not sure what else she wants.

Yeri’s eyebrows go higher. “You’re not going to mention…”

“Your amazing body? Or how hot it is when you’re sweating like that?”

Her smile turns into an absolute shit-eating grin. “Protein shakes are good after exercise!”

You bite your cheek to keep from… laughing? An exasperated sigh? You’re not sure, with how terrible and cliché of a line that would have been.

“Yup. Definitely something like that.”

Yeri giggles and pushes you back so she can sit up. She takes the hand you were fingering her with now. “So you still up for more? Joy says Yerin says you can usually go more than once.”

She starts to lick her juices off of your hand. You can’t help but admire her weird pervertedness.

Deadline for the Part 5 vote will be 1/1 at 12:00 UTC (because I am guaranteed not to work that day!) Options for Part 5: 1. Of course you’re still up for more, as long as you don’t have to deal with more of this workout bullshit! 2. (Picked:) You’ll do more, but only after she does the squats she said she was going to do. She doesn’t get to half ass her workout just because you’re here! 3. Nope. You’re out of here. See you around, sloot! 4. Maybe. But you'd actually like to maybe get to know Yeri a little first? You kind of jumped into this real fast.

~~~~~

“What? You’re already done with your workout? You’ve barely done anything though.”

Yeri gives you a dirty look. “I’d normally do more, duh. But you’re here right now.”

“Yeah, to fuck you while you work out.”

“Yeah, which you did.”

“Did you cum?”

“No, but that’s fine. I got what I wanted.”

“Do you want to?”

Yeri looks over at the squatting rack, chewing her lip. “I wouldn’t mind, but it’s hard to make me cum. And it would be dangerous while I’ve got something really heavy on top of me.”

“Challenge accepted then.”

She raises her eyebrows at you.

“You go hard on the rest of your workout and I’ll do the best I can to make you cum once you’re done.”

Yeri doesn’t say anything. She walks over to the rack though, and leans back against it. She looks you up and down, straight-faced.

“If you don’t cum, it’s not like you’re not getting your money’s worth.”

She still says nothing, her eyes landing on your dick.

“Because you’re not paying me for this. Because I’m not a prostitute…” You shrug, unsure of how to proceed when you’re being stared down naked.

“Let’s do it. I want to see if you can do it.”

“If I can? Well, what is it that makes it so hard to make you cum?”

Yeri bends over to grab some weights to put on the bar. “I dunno. If I knew, I wouldn’t have the problem.”

“You nervous?”

“It’s not like I haven’t had sex before.”

“Uncomfortable maybe?”

“No, I’m fine. A bit restless, but who isn’t?” Yeri stands under the bar, adjusting herself so her back is comfortably in the curve.

“I know a couple other people like that. We’ll do a little bit of experimenting. Maybe it will work, maybe it won’t.”

“Good enough for me.”

“Good enough huh?”

“Yup.”

“Sounds unenthusiastic. You sure you’re up for it?”

“I asked you for another round, remember? I just don’t want you getting your hopes up.”

You laugh. “Everything I could have hoped for is standing in front of me nude and about to do squats.”

Yeri chuckles and picks the bar off the rack. “Greasy.”

You just smile and watch as she does the first squat. It looks effortless. You don’t know enough about form to judge it, but it seems like it’s been practiced for quite some time. It’s smooth on the way down, and smooth on the way up. Graceful, even.

The grace of the action is slightly undercut by the fact that she is of course still naked, a little sweaty, and her chest is completely covered in lube. But that makes it no less attractive to you.

As she does more, you walk around, getting a good view from every angle. The mirror wall ensures that if she wants to, she can see you as well. But she seems focused again, staring herself in the eye.

Her breaths are labored. She inhales deeply as she goes down and exhales loudly as she comes up. Her skin starts to glisten all over as her effort comes out in her sweat. You reach out to touch her, but you suddenly get an idea and step back. Shortly after, she sets the bar back on the rack with a heavy sigh.

“What’s up? You can touch. It’s encouraged.”

You go back to her purse and pull out a water bottle you had seen earlier. “I’m going to hold off on touching you for a minute. I like this. I’m changing the plan. I’m not touching you until I can see how much effort you’re putting into this.”

A smirk creeps up one side of Yeri’s mouth. “You’re on,” she says. She catches the water bottle when you toss to her and takes a swig from it. Then she puts another five kilogram weight on either side of the bar.

As she gets into the next set, you move next to her and sit down on the floor. “Look at these hard-working legs,” you say. She didn’t respond the last time you talked to her, but she can still hear you… you assume. This is mostly just you saying your thoughts out loud, but you hope she’s paying attention.

“Taking on all of this to maintain the look of a perfect idol, but healthy. Damn, I would kill for your dedication.”

Glancing at the mirror you see another tiny smile on Yeri’s face.

“What would you say the ratio is? Your effort and practice versus your natural talent. What amount of each is it that makes your performances look so easy? Because watching you right now it has to be at least sixty percent or more in favor of the exercise.”

You reach out again like you’re going to touch her as she comes down, but you keep your hand just far enough away.

“And not just what you do, but the way this body of yours looks. If I wasn’t watching you sculpt it right now, I’d have figured it was sculpted by some Greek god. Belongs in a fucking art museum if you ask me.”

Your hand hovers extremely close to Yeri’s leg. You can actually feel the heat of her body, way above what you’d normally feel coming off a person. It’s like she’s a human furnace. And the amount of sweat on her is very noticeable now.

The bar catches on the rack again and Yeri bends over to grab the water again, drinking a few more swallows of it this time. “Museum my ass,” she says through a breathy laugh.

“That’s what I’m saying! One more set, right?”

Yeri stretches her arms, prompting you to wonder why she didn’t stretch before the workout. Your narrator says you shouldn’t think about it because it’s really hard to remember all of those kinds of details, and that’s not the point of word porn. But yes, you should be careful and stretch before working out.

“That’s right. I hope you’re ready to go again because I’m seriously wanting more.”

“Absolutely,” you say. You stand up and run a hand over Yeri’s butt and up her back, pressing roughly. “I don’t think I’ve even gone soft once since I had this scene in front of me.”

Yeri groans and rolls her shoulders as you touch them. “I can stop now, you know. I could go for the fucking right now.”

“I know, I know. But you’re not done yet. And I can’t believe how much I’m enjoying watching this.” You take your hand away and look Yeri in the eye via the mirror wall. “Hell, I might just have to convince you to do more.”

Without another word, Yeri gets underneath the bar again and picks it up. “If you’re so eager to see more, then…” She cuts herself off and dips into another squat.

Your eyes trace her from the floor up as you circle around. Yeri's thighs tremble from the weight. Her ass spreads from the movement. Her chest heaves from her breaths. Her lips part in just a way that you consider telling her to drop the bar so you can kiss her, but you're committed to watching her finish.

Rather than tempt yourself with the sight of her lips, you look up at her eyes. But you quickly regret it, as she looks back at yours. Her normally bright, mischievous eyes turn into black holes that you can't escape from. You feel a drop of your own sweat curl its way down your cheek.

“Holy shit, Yeri. I can’t wait to fuck you again, but at the same time, seeing this is too incredible to stop.”

Yeri is the one who breaks the gaze first, scrunching up her eyes. You look down again to see the trembling in her legs has gotten pretty bad.

"This is more weight than you usually use, huh?"

"Y-yup."

"How many left?"

"Three."

"Five."

"What the fu--"

You interrupt her with a kiss, since she's fully upright. The heat of the fire inside her drafts into your mouth. You don't want to stop, but you manage to pull away. "Just do five."

She looks up at you, her mouth gaped open. "Kay,"

As Yeri dips down, you walk around her again. Behind her, you put your hands out over her shoulders to spot her when she's back at your height. "Four more."

Yeri glances at you in the mirror, but quickly shuts her eyes again and goes down. You follow to make sure she's safe, but keep your hands off the bar.

Back at the top again, you continue the countdown. "Three."

Yeri doesn’t open her eyes this time. You just follow her down again, lightly resting your wrists against her shoulders to make sure she knows you're there. Her whole body is quivering as she rises again.

She gasps loudly when she's upright. "Keep breathing," you remind her, "Only two more."

"Shit," is the one word she gets out before she goes again. There's a moment when she reaches the bottom that she hesitates, and you fear she's going to drop the bar. You brace your arms, but Yeri clearly isn't one to disappoint. She rises again, shaking like a leaf.

You feel a little bad when she's all the way up again, as she is clearly already beyond what she's comfortable with. Even so, you're confident you can keep her from hurting herself, so you lean forward next to her ear and say very softly, "Just one more."

It seems she's got nothing more to say, because she immediately goes down for the last squat. You nearly lose your balance following her this time.

She squirms as she starts to lift herself up for the last time. The sweat practically pours off of her.

Her form must be a little off too, because the bar knocks against one of the middle rungs on the rack. She jerks back. A struggled croak comes out of her throat, and you can see her face screwed up in the mirror, with the tiniest bit of black eyeliner running down one side of her face. You're just about to grab the bar and push it up the rest of the way, but you barely have the time to make the move when she huffs and practically jumps up the rest of the way.

The bar lands on the rack safely, but Yeri's knees buckle and she starts to collapse forward. Thankfully with how close you are, you're able to catch her almost immediately, and avoid smacking your head on the bar too.

Her skin, even through her sweat, is practically hot enough to burn your hands. You help her lay down on her back and grab her water bottle, opening it and holding it ready.

Despite your concern, you're feeling extremely turned on. Her beautiful chest rises and falls rapidly. Her whole body absolutely shines. And on her face, closed eyes and a satisfied smile.

You put the water bottle to her lips and tilt so just a little trickles into her mouth. "Stay hydrated," you say simply. Yeri complies and gulps down the stream of water.

When you take away the half empty bottle, Yeri groans and uses her arm to roll herself onto her stomach. "Fuck me already."

That's a request you're happy to fulfill. You position yourself over her and spread her ass apart with your thumbs. Your dick is still covered in lube from earlier, and she's pretty slippery right now too…

A pleased hum from Yeri is the last encouragement you need, and you slide into her ass much more easily than you would have expected. Yeri's moan is muffled by the floor.

"So I keep going, eh?"

"Mmmfffmm."

You lift her pelvis up a bit so you can get a hand underneath and on her clit like before. You rub slowly, to match the slow thrusting into her ass. She doesn't move at all, but her moans keep coming. Much like earlier, her pussy is absolutely drenching your hand, so you assume you're doing something right.

Now that you're in full contact with her body, you can feel her heat again. It's hot enough to be uncomfortable, but considering what you just convinced her to do, you don't think your comfort is worth stopping for.

"How do you feel?" you ask.

Yeri lifts her head enough to respond coherently. "My legs fucking hurt."

You chuckle. "Yeah, sorry about that. You just looked so good doing that. Do you need some time to cool do--"

"Don't you dare get off of me."

"Woah! Noted. Nice."

Yeri rests her head on her arms. "The burn is worth it."

"Good to hear. I enjoyed it too."

"Oh? You didn't do much though. After this," she takes an extra deep breath. Whether it's because of something you did or her exhaustion you're not sure. "After this, you can do an actual workout you know. I think it's only fair if you take a turn, right?"

Ummm… is it fair?

Literally only even putting this in because this part was starting to get too long and I need to try to keep them short for my own sanity LOL *dies inside*. So the deadline for Part 6 will be Jan. 4th at 12:00 UTC. Options for Part 6: 1. (Picked:) Of course! You’ve been looking forward to your chance this whole time. You’ll happily get your lift on! Save you a trip to your gym! 2. Sure, if you have to. But maybe it’s something you can discuss when you’re not in the middle of this? 3. You don’t want to work out. That wasn’t exactly what you had planned when you came in, but you’re not going to say that now. 4. No way. You’re here to fuck Yeri. If you’re going to work out, you’ll do it on your own time!

~~~~~

In the time it takes you to pull almost all of the way out and slide all the way back in, you’ve made a decision. “Yeah, fuck it. Maybe you can give me a solid tip or two. I could probably use the exercise anyway.”

“I don’t know. Feels like you’re fine to me, but I’m happy to help if I can.”

“Aw, how flattering. And to think I considered saying no.”

Yeri fidgets a little bit. “That would have been okay. Either way, I don’t want you to stop what you’re doing now.”

“That’s good. Because I don’t want to.”

“But don’t forget. It’s okay if I don’t cum.”

“You know, that’s alright. I’m just going to make this as pleasurable for you as I can while I have you underneath me. Let’s not worry about the orgasm right now.”

Yeri holds her head up long enough to look at you in the mirror and say, “Oh my, you caught on. Thank you. But about the orgasm… I do like the idea of your cum in my ass.”

You’re not going to bother arguing against that. If that’s what she wants, you’re happy to provide.

You give Yeri’s ass a few more long, slow, languid thrusts. All the while, you keep a steady pace on her clit.

For as tired as she must be, Yeri doesn’t leave all of the work to you. She grinds her hips in tiny circles and clenches down on her pelvis. She must be doing some kind of exercise for that too, because you know for a fact both Eunha and Yerin have never been able to do that quite as effectively as Yeri is now (though you do feel a sense of deja vu and the name Seungyeon briefly pops into your head). You have to pause each time she does it, and you’re not sure if you’re annoyed by it or if it’s the most amazing thing you’ve ever experienced.

At the end of an extra long stroke, Yeri reaches behind herself and lays her wrist on the back of your neck, pulling you down so your mouth is next to her ear. You take it as a hint, so you nibble and kiss around the outer edge.

Yeri giggles in a low tone. Her fingers stretch their way into your hair and lightly scratch back and forth.

The sensual tone of the moment overtakes your sensibilities for just a second. Just long enough for you to back up and drive in with one powerful thrust. You hear Yeri’s breath catch in her mouth and you bite down where her shoulder meets her neck, just above and behind her collarbone.

It wasn’t your intention to bite especially hard, but you were a little caught up. Yeri’s caught breath turns into the very first bit of a scream before it catches once again. Her fingers spasm on the back of your head, and every other part of her body that’s in contact with yours tenses up.

You also don’t intend to stop. You don’t quite pound into her the same way, but you do move faster than you were moving before. You change your angle to be more vertical, and you manage to get a couple of fingers around Yeri’s clit.

“Oh god,” Yeri manages to say.

Her ass clenches down on your cock painfully hard. Her whole body freezes up, and the hand on your head feels like it’s stuck. You’re just able to keep thrusting. It seems that’s exactly what you needed to do, too.

Yeri screams out incoherently. You’re a little thankful that she’s facing away from you and into the floor, because you feel like you might have lost your eardrums otherwise. Even as it is, your ears hurt.

Her hand falls away and pats the floor. Her voice is much weaker now. “I came… I came,” she mutters.

You cock an eyebrow up. It wasn’t as hard to make that happen as you were led to believe, especially for anal sex. Fully hilted in, you grind your hips around. “That was easy.”

“Shut uuup,” her voice sounds hoarse. You look to the side to make sure the water didn’t get knocked over at any point, because you get the feeling she’ll need it. “It doesn’t usually happen… like that.”

“What do you think was different?”

“I don’t know… the clit stuff maybe?”

“You don’t get your clit played with often?”

“No, I… I said shut up! Can you… let me up?”

You hold back a laugh and do as she asks. Untangling yourself is slightly difficult with her dead weight on your arm, but you help out by pulling her over onto her back and handing her the water bottle.

Looking down at your hand now that it’s free, you see it’s completely soaked. You must not have noticed how wet she was getting with all of the heat and being distracted by the intense fucking. And right where she was just lying down, there’s practically a lake. You’re not sure where her sweat ends and where her sexual fluid begins (but you have a pretty good idea).

Yeri drags herself up into a sitting position against the squatting rack and finishes off the rest of the water. “Well now my legs and my ass are going to be sore for days. Good thing I’m only MCing stuff I can sit down for.”

“Are you going to be okay with that? After that scream, your voice is a little bit…”

“Yeah, I’ll just tell them I’ve got a little cold. They’ll buy anything.”

The two of you smirk at each other.

“God damn though, that was good. Is it weird to say thanks for that?”

You chuckle. “Nah. And you’re welcome. Will you need more water?”

“I’m dehydrated as fuck now, so yes. But there’s a vending machine right down the hall. But this was enough to hold me over for a minute. What are you looking to do?”

Yeri gestures around the room. There’s quite a bit of equipment you could try out.

This will be another short vote period! Voting will close on 1/6 at 12:00 UTC. Options for Part 7: 1. The bench is free. That’s pretty basic stuff, and probably where you’re most confident in showing off. 2. She’s got a leg press machine so you can destroy your legs like Yeri just did. Actually that would have been very convenient earlier… 3. (Picked:) Try your hand (and the rest of your body) at pilates! You don’t know what to do, but you’re sure to get a laugh! 4. You lied! You’re out of here! HA!

~~~~~

You point up at the pilates setup and Yeri laughs.

"Yeah! This will be great! You're totally the graceful type."

You're not sure if that's sarcasm you detect in her voice, but you shrug it off. Her laugh is what you wanted to hear and you're already successful in that.

"Oh of course," you say with a very false confidence, "You know they call me the pilates master? Because they do."

You step over and lift yourself onto the device. You grab a hold of it the same way Yeri did before. At least, you’re close. You're not exactly sure.

Very carefully, you step your way up the bars and find yourself horizontal. Then you go further and completely lose your sense of direction, though you think you might be upside down. The blood rushes to your ears but you still hear the sound of Yeri giggling across the room.

“You weren’t kidding. That’s a super advanced move.”

“Yup. I invented it,” you say, pretending to be sure of yourself despite the disorientation, “I call this move the Reverse Crab with Lion Splash. It’s really good for your kneecaps.”

Looking up, or down, or sideways, one of those directions, you see an upside down Yeri covering her mouth to attempt to hold in her snickering.

You complete your sort-of backflip, so that you’re facing the padded table below you, your knees caught on the middle bar. You can feel your hamstrings, back, and shoulders straining to keep from falling right then and there.

Yeri’s barely contained laughter bursts out. You didn’t think it was that funny, but she’s an odd person, so you’re not surprised. Until, that is, she says, “You’re just freeballing up there with those gymnastics huh?”

It hits you that the sight of your lubed up and mostly softened dick flopping around as you awkwardly twist your way around the bars probably is fairly humorous. And a bit embarrassing to match. You suddenly feel a little bit self-conscious. And yet, you manage one last retort, “Uh yeah. Haven’t you heard of penilates?”

Yeri snorts and pats the floor. “You’re funny, you know that? I like it. Get back down here and I’ll show you how to do some basics if you really want to do pilates.”

Well, as long as she claims you’re funny.

You maneuver yourself out of the bars and drop off the rack. “Alright coach! What do I do?”

“First, come over here and lay down on your stomach. Put your hands to the sides like you’re going to do a pushup, but like, right under your shoulders.”

The lightly padded floor makes the action relatively comfortable. Yeri rolls on her hips so that she’s able to put a hand on the small of your back. A strangely comfortable chill runs up your spine at the feeling.

“Now push yourself up with your arms, but make sure your legs stay attached to the floor.”

You easily follow her instructions.

“Good!” she says cheerfully. She lifts your chin up, putting more of a stretching sensation on your chest. “Make sure you’re looking straight forward. This is called a Swan. It’s not a big deal, but it helps you with stretching out your core.”

“Yeah, I feel that for sure. I was expecting something a little more intense.”

“Most people are. Pilates is pretty easy though. Mostly.”

“Oh yeah? What’s the hard stuff?”

“Calm it down! We’ll get there. Probably not today though.”

“Aw, why not?”

“Because I’d like to do this with you and I can barely feel my legs.”

“Wow, I’m that good of a fuck?”

Yeri runs her hand over your butt. “Yup. It was all you and your sexual prowess and had nothing to do with anything else that happened since we got here.”

The two of you share a chuckle.

“So how long do I hold this?”

“About now would be good. For you, I’d say… do that for about thirty seconds at a time. And three times of course.”

“What if I normally only do two sets?” you ask as you lay yourself back on the floor.

She lightly smacks your ass. “Hey! What did we agree on about not calling me a liar!”

“Oh, sorry. I would never call you out for lying.”

“That’s… pretty much right. Now, up up!”

Once in your second Swan, you have a thought. “Hey, old reference at this point, but I’ve got a question about what you were talking about in The Lounge.”

“Shoot.”

“I asked why the three of you don’t just have sex with each other, and Seulgi said it was about wanting different things and being uncomfortable with it. So uh, have you tried to bite them before?”

“Oh god. Yeah, I tried that once or twice. Real good reactions out of all four of them.”

“Four?”

“Yup. Well, five. All five of us have tried having sex with each other. Still do sometimes, if we’re feeling desperate.”

“But you’re not into it?”

“Basically. Seulgi is in mad love with Wendy but she’s scared to admit it. Wendy is obsessed with Joy, but Joy is trying to convince herself that she’s straight. Irene and Wendy are both only interested in soft, nice sex, but they both want to be penetrated and can’t seem to get their act together with a double ended dildo. Seulgi wants to be a domme, but ever since Wendy was nearly murdered, she has to go easy on her hips. I’m totally into being dommed, but Seulgi is a wimp and when I talk back to her she gets all nervous and shit.”

You assume thirty seconds have passed, so you lower yourself to the floor again. You knew you would get some kind of explanation when you asked, but you weren’t expecting so much information. You think you may have already forgotten some of it.

Yeri keeps rambling, “Irene used to fuck Seulgi all the time, but during their sub unit promotions they got really busy with each other and I think they just kind of lost the mood, you know? Plus, now that Seulgi wants to explore her rougher side, Irene’s just not into it. Joy used to be the perfect fuck buddy for everybody because she was so good at accommodating everyone and enjoying it. Oh actually, she even did the pet play thing with me once! No clue what we were thinking though. I tried to be a puppy, but then I made a joke about Haetnim and that totally shut the whole thing down. And I’m pretty sure that it isn’t a healthy thing for Wendy, because of how hard she’s crushing for a quote unquote straight girl. But yeah, that’s the point with Joy. She’s claiming that she’s totally straight and started dating Cheungae, but I don’t know how long that’s going to-- Oh no, stay on your stomach.”

You had started to roll over after finishing your third Swan, but Yeri holds you back by your shoulder. “Next I’ll have you do a T.”

“A T? Like the letter T?”

“Exactly.”

“Is it like this?” You stick your arms straight out to either side and point your feet straight down, keeping your face on the floor.

Yeri laughs. “Basically, yes, but now pick your head, chest, arms, and legs up as far as you can, looking forward. Hold that for five seconds, five times.”

This move in particular is actually a bit harder, as it sounds like the only part of you meant to stay on the floor is your stomach.

“Sorry by the way. I rant on like a gossipy bitch sometimes. Was that too much information?”

The voting deadline for Part 8 will be 1/13 at 12:00 UTC! Options for Part 8 [IMPORTANT]: 1. “Well, it was maybe a bit much.” You can’t blame her for oversharing, but it’s no big deal. She seemed extremely eager to bring all that up, after all. 2. (Picked:) “Nope! In fact, tell me more!” Should you know all of this? No. Do you want to know more? Absolutely yes. 3. “Yeah, you really shouldn’t say so much.” It was pretty rude of her to say all of that stuff about her members’ personal relationships. Your question was much simpler than that.

~~~~~

"Nope! In fact, tell me more!"

Yeri chuckles. "Just as long as you don't spill any of what I tell you, alright? We could both get in some real trouble."

That's how secrets always work, right? You can keep the secrets and the non-secrets separate and never tell anyone anything that would be a problem, right? Yeah, no problem.

Right?

"Well, I don't think Joy's relationship is going to last much longer. She is trying really hard, but the strain is going to get to her. And one of our members is absolutely going to fuck her soon and restore the balance."

You snort, forcing you to put your hands and legs down. "Restore the balance? What is this, an epic fantasy novel?"

"You know what I mean! She's the perfect fucker or fuck toy for every member, and in the past, she's loved that. She told us so herself. But we've been together for years, so we know when she's not alright. About a month after she started dating Cheungae, she said she couldn't have sex anymore. And it's just been downhill from there. They're fucking each other, but she has said more than once that she misses fucking other people too."

"The things people do for the sake of relationships."

"Yeah, it's cute, but…" Yeri grips your ass cheek as you come out of your last T. "You know how freeing it is to not be in one."

You sigh, thinking for a second about something SinB told you. "Yup… but hey, has Joy talked to this guy about an open relationship? Or like some other kind of arrangement? Just taking a wild guess here, but I'd imagine any guy would die for a threesome with Joy and you."

"I offered. I heard from Wheein that Cheungae's got a dick the size of the DMZ, so I'm all for giving that a spin. Joy rejected the idea though."

"Damn, why?"

"Well Cheungae isn't the problem. Joy is. I don't know if it's selfishness or if she is just trying way too hard to make a normal relationship work, but she doesn't want to share, herself or her man."

"That sucks. I'm sorry."

"Ah, it's okay. Like I said, I don't think it'll last much longer. And as far as I'm concerned, I've got myself a solid replacement!"

"I'm not a commodity!"

"Sure, ho, sure." Yeri giggles and slaps your butt.

You reach between her legs and push a couple of fingers into her pussy. "Sounds like you're trying to get me mad."

"Why would I do that? You… degenerate sack of shit who can't even fuck the right hole?"

Suddenly, you hear the sound of Yeri's phone going off. It's Wendy's voice. "Are you ready for this? Zimzalabim!"

Yeri scowls. "Hurry up and pound my twat into the core of the planet."

You hold in a laugh and push Yeri onto her back and climb on top of her. Your sweat mixes with hers as you press your bodies together. She’s not burning hot like before, but she’s still pretty warm, and there’s certainly fire in her eyes as she pulls you to her lips--

“Are you ready for this? Zimzalabim!”

Yeri’s tongue invades your mouth forcefully. Your practiced cock finds its way into her with no trouble at all. There’s no hesitation from either one of you. She pulls you into her, and you--

“Are you ready for this? Zimzala-- Yeri! I’m calling you on the important line! Why aren’t you picking up?”

That doesn’t sound like a ringtone anymore. You pull away from Yeri’s kiss, but she suddenly sticks a finger against your cheek. “Don’t you dare stop. I don’t want to feel my legs.”

“Didn’t that already happen?” you ask, with no small amount of snark.

“Yeri? Are you still? Oh god. I’m sorry--” Static crackles through the speaker for a moment. “This must be really awkward for you.”

“Oh don’t mind me,” you say, “I’m just doing my job, apparently.” You back up just a bit and start thrusting hard and fast. Yeri’s breath gets pushed out of her with the force of the first one, but she quickly adjusts and matches your rhythm.

There’s a pause from Wendy. “O-okay. That’s good. I mean, wait! No! Yeri! Irene is on her way to pick you up to take you to the studio!”

“God- dammit- Wendy-” Yeri is having difficulty speaking, only managing to get a word or so out for each time you slam into her. “He’s so- fucking- good- Tell- her- to- wait!”

You could swear that you can hear Wendy blushing through the phone. “We can’t! You’ve got to record…”

“He doesn’t- care- about- spoilers!”

“I mean, I kind of do… How did the call start if we’re over here?”

“I had to install an app on her phone to automatically answer the call-- I mean, you’ve got to hurry and pack up! Irene is going to be there any second!”

Yeri whines in staccato, and is about to say something but is interrupted. And you’re suddenly forced to stop fucking her by a voice that chills your spine like being lost in a blizzard.

“Wendy’s right, Yeri. We’ve got to go.”

Looking to the side, you and Yeri both see Irene standing in the wide-open doorway. The lack of expression on her face is unnerving in a way you can’t accurately describe.

“Come on Irene, please! We can just record later! Just give us five more minutes!”

You feel like you could comment on the fact that Yeri sounds like she’s complaining to her mother to stay in bed, but Irene lifts her eyebrows a few millimeters and your motivation to make a joke is suddenly gone.

“Uuugh!” Yeri reluctantly, slowly, pushes you to the side.

Well, seems like that’s over with. But maybe you can convince Irene to let it not be over with… Or not. Hard to say.

The voting deadline for Part 9 will be 1/17 at 12:00 UTC! Options for Part 9: 1. Irene doesn’t scare you! Tell her you’re not done with Yeri yet! SM can wait for her! 2. Okay, Irene scares you. You should apologize and see yourself out of here. 3. (Picked:) Eh. No big deal. Yeri said that Irene is basically just the same as the other RV members.

~~~~~

You lean back against one of the vertical bars of the squat rack. The metal is very cold, making you flinch. But you play it cooler than the metal, propping your chin up on your wrist by putting your elbow on your knee.

“Hey Irene,” you say casually, as if you weren’t naked in front of one of the most powerful idols in the business, “How’s your morning so far?”

“It’s fine.” Irene is just as casual as you are. She seems more interested in watching as Yeri crawls around the gym on her arms, gathering clothes.

“So you have a new comeback soon, huh?”

Her eyes seem unfocused for a moment, as if she’d just spaced out.

“Oh. Yes,” she eventually says.

Irene’s not especially talkative, you surmise.

“Well, if the recording isn’t too urgent, you can hang out with us for a bit longer. I bet Yeri would be willing to share, assuming you were also wanting in on this situation.”

“Oooh, hey yeah. You want some Irene?” Yeri asks. A cheesy grin spreads across her face. “I got him all warmed up for you.”

Irene gestures softly at Yeri’s bra in the middle of the floor. Yeri rolls her eyes and reaches out for it.

“I appreciate the thought.”

You shrug and move to grab your own clothes. Putting them on feels gross considering the sweat and cum all over you. You resolve to take a shower as soon as you get home. “It was worth a shot.”

Yeri gets her sports bra back on and lets out a long sigh. “You sure though? My voice is a little fucked up right now. We could say I’m sick and that you’re just taking care of me like a good leader.”

“Yes. Let’s go.”

A woman of few words, this one.

With your legs fully functional, you’re able to finish dressing much quicker than Yeri, and approach Irene, giving her a standard bow. “Good to meet you, by the way. Sounds like you’ve already heard about me.”

“From Joy, yes.” Irene bows back to you. “Is it okay if I get your contact from Wendy?”

You blink in shock. That was easy enough. “Yeah, sure. Sounds good to me.”

Irene nods, expression still inscrutable. “Do you prefer calls or texts?”

“Either works for me.”

Yeri pops in. “He’s not actually a prostitute you know.”

For the first time, Irene makes a face you can decipher. It seems to be a bit of minor, subtle shock. “Oh, so this…” She points back and forth between you and Yeri. “Was for…”

You finish for her after she pauses. “The hell of it, yeah.”

“I paid you in salmon bagels,” Yeri says.

“Well that and a free pilates lesson, sure.”

The tiniest smile curls up the corners of Irene’s lips. “How fun.”

It gets silent again, besides the sounds of Yeri huffing as she works to get her pants back on.  You nod quietly, unsure of how to respond.

Thankfully, Irene looks you in the eye and motions for you to come closer, which you do. While Yeri is occupied with pulling her hoodie back over her head, Irene leans in close to you and whispers into your ear, so quietly it takes you a moment to process what she’s saying.

“I heard you earlier. Stay away from Joy.”

You back off again, a little struck by what sounded like a very calm threat.

“I’m parked downstairs Yeri. No more than five minutes, okay?”

“Oh come on, you tell me that now?!”

Without another word, Irene turns and walks back out the door. You’re still a little stunned, watching the back of her head, when she looks back over her shoulder and gives you a coy smile and a wink. Your head swims with questions.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been staring at the now-closed door, but you’re snapped out of it by a loud smack on the back of your jeans, just below your ass. Yeri’s next to you, keeping herself upright with her hand on the wall. “A little help here?”

You look down and see her legs are shaking like leaves. “Oh shit, yeah, I’ve got you.”

Scooping your arm under hers, you support as much of her weight as you can on your shoulder. It feels like she’s mostly able to stay on her feet on her own, but she definitely wobbles a bit.

“You going to be okay?” you ask once you’re in the hallway.

“Oh totally! I’ll be able to walk... mostly normally once we’ve reached the studio. But you know how it is. Squat until your legs give out and then immediately get ass-fucked to an unexpected orgasm, and that’ll give you a few minutes worth of trouble.”

“That’s not actually a sensation I’m familiar with.”

“Who knows? Maybe Seulgi will get her domme act together and then you will be!”

You’re not so sure how you feel about that.

“Hey by the way. Irene was asking about getting your number, right? Can I get it now? Faster than getting it from Wendy since she’ll probably be out all day.”

This will be the last vote for Yexercise! *Wipes away tears* The deadline for this vote will be 1/23 at 12:00 UTC, at which point we’ll be talking on the Discord server about what’s next! Options for Part 10: 1. (Picked:) Of course she can have your number right away! You had fun, she had fun, you should have more fun! 2. Don’t let this crazy have your contact info. In fact, you should let Wendy know to give her a fake number…

~~~~~

You don’t even need to say anything. You pull out your phone, open your contacts, and hand it to Yeri. She puts her info in and sends herself some random gibberish in a text.

“Awesome!” she says, slipping the phone back into your pocket expertly as you make your way down the hall together, “No requests for sleazy pictures though. Can’t have anything getting out if something happens to your phone. Or mine.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t dream-- well, I would dream of it. But I won’t ask.”

Yeri giggles. “Ah, hey. The water’s right there. Wanna stop for just a second?”

At the machine, Yeri swipes her key card just like she did at the door to the gym. It only contains what you recognize as the cheap water brands, unsweetened tea, some dried fruit snacks in plain packaging, and a variety of protein bars. There’s no indicator for payment anywhere though.

“Perks of the personal, private gym?” you ask.

“Perks of the personal, private gym,” Yeri says.

A couple of water bottles are pushed out at arm’s height. Yeri hands one to you, takes the other for herself, and you both gulp down about half before continuing.

“I’ve got to say, I was expecting this to be one of those expensive waters. Blessed by monks, imported from Egypt, shit like that.”

Yeri smirks. “You know what they say. SM water tastes like water. No reason to spend wastefully.”

She finishes her water off, and you get to the stairwell. You think that three flights of stairs might be a little difficult at the moment, but fortunately there’s an elevator nearby you hadn’t noticed when you were following Yeri up earlier.

As you’re gradually taken to the ground floor, Yeri nudges your side. “If I ever share something juicy with you by the way, I expect at least five words in response. None of that ‘LOL’ followed by silence stuff.”

You laugh. “What if I can’t think of anything to say?”

“You can just bullshit an answer. No biggie.”

“What if my life is threatened because I know your gossip?”

“Your life, huh?”

“Well, not specifically. I just assume Irene will break every bone in my body. I guess I can live through that, right?”

“God, she better not be doing that again.”

You stare at Yeri. “Doing that again?”

“Making people uneasy. Point is, don’t worry about her. She’s just got a… uh, an unusual way of communicating, we’ll say.”

“Something like that, sure.”

Yeri puts her free hand on your chest. “She’ll warm up to you, I promise. I’ll put in a good word for you! As long as you do me one more favor.”

Anything to get a good word in to Irene so you don’t end up murdered. “What’s that?”

“Just give me one more, real good kiss in front of her. Right up next to the car window!”

You wrap your arms around her waist and shift Yeri so she’s in front of you. “Like this?” you ask, and half-lift her to your height. The moment your lips touch, you feel the elevator jerk to a stop and the door opens.

“Maybe a bit more than that, but I like where your head’s at.”

“It could be between your legs,” you say, mimicking Yeri’s seductive tone from earlier at The Lounge.

“Don’t tempt me like that!”

All smiles, you help Yeri feebly get outside. You spot a car with dark windows, where you can barely see Irene’s silhouette inside. It also happens to be the only car on the street, and Yeri easily confirms that it’s the correct one.

Yeri is thankfully able to stand on her own once you get to the passenger side. You open the door for her, but before she gets in, you spin her to face you and dive in for a real kiss. She moans and her arms wrap up under your shirt instantly, so you respond by sliding one hand down the back of her yoga pants. It should be right where Irene can see your fingers outlined through the fabric.

Unfortunately, there doesn’t seem to be a reaction from Irene. You wonder what it will take to crack her neutral act.

“Mmm, even more than that next time, okay?” Yeri pulls away from you and turns to get into the car.

“Of course. I might charge you one extra water bottle next time though.”

“Uh-oh. I’ll be sure to save up for it.”

You laugh together before she sits down. You lean over to pop your head in after her. “See you next time then. And good to finally meet you Irene!”

Irene looks up at you from the book she was reading. “Hm? Oh yes, a pleasure.”

Yeri catches your gaze again. You can see the moment of sudden, unbridled thrill in her eyes, so you wait for her to say…“No Irene! The pleasure was mine!”

Her hand shoots up, and you meet it for an excellent, but questionably deserved high-five. Irene sighs heavily.

You laugh and back up again. “Nice one, Yeri. See you later.”

“See ya, ho!” Yeri shouts before closing the door. As is the case with Yerin, you’re pretty sure you’re stuck with nicknames like that from now on.

You wave the car goodbye and turn back around to make your way back home. You could use a shower.

THE END

~~~~~

Post-story notes:

Hey everybody! Thank you again for joining me for one of these crazy vote stories. I’ve really appreciated the participation, and I think we’ll be getting even more next time!

We’ll be discussing the subject and characters for the next story on the Discord. Suggestions so far include (forgive me if the capitalization is incorrect on these)… Dreamcatcher, WJSN, Mamamoo, Momoland, CLC, Oh My Girl, Lovelyz, more Gfriend, and Fromis_9! But nothing’s set in stone yet! Fill out the form in #announcements if you have even more suggestions to add to the hat.

As for when the next story starts, I’m going to say probably the first week of February. As you may have seen me mention, I’ll be writing some shorts just to spill some of my creative juices. On top of that, I quit my day job! Because I’m starting school! So exciting and nerve wracking! Given how stupidly stressful my day job was, I’m hoping I should be able to pump out stories a little more frequently moving forward.

The storyline unlocks from Yexercise are going to look pretty obvious: [Yeri - Workout buddy] [Yeri - Gossip girl]

And just like with Movie Night, here are some fun facts about unpicked options! At least one of you read these last time, and made a very astute observation about Sowon, so you’ll be getting your wish for that fairly soon.

Part 1. Picking Wendy or Seulgi would have (obviously) resulted in a different name for the story altogether! The names I had in mind weren’t finalized, but the top contenders were “Snow Day” for Wendy and “Dom-Flavored Pringles” for Seulgi.

Part 3. Yeri had two animals in mind for the pet-play: She could have been a cat or a cow. The option to be a puppy would have also been there, but she would have been skeptical about it given her history trying that with Joy.

Part 4. At first, I wasn’t planning on there being any anal in Part 6, but because the vote for Part 4 was SO close, I went back and changed my plans, just so y’all could get what you wanted. :P

Part 5. Again, just mentioning how close the vote was. I was very interested to see that for most of the voting period, the options to keep Yeri working out and to stop and just talk to her were neck and neck. I’m still feeling out what the best balance is between fluff and smut, and you guys are surprisingly wholesome!

Part 7. If you had chosen the leg workout, you’d have been too exhausted to help Yeri out of the gym, resulting in Irene rescheduling the recording session. She’d have stayed to hang out, and that would have blocked off the [Yeri - Gossip girl] storyline (which does have some smaller impact on the relationship with Irene moving forward as well, btw).

[mercurade]

Beneath The Click

Pairing: Mammon x F!Reader

Warnings: Spoilers from various lessons of Obey Me!, Cursing.

Disclaimer: I do not own Obey Me! Shall We Date?

Notes: This is one pairing fanfic only, the relationship with other brothers are mostly platonic.

Chapter 2 - Demonic First Day

Nervousness is a feeling that never goes away in first days of school, so as fear and anxiety. But this time it wasn't from the idea of getting your name wrong or accidentally tripping and embarrassing yourself, it was around the idea of getting eaten or getting killed by demons who are already much aware of who you are.

Mammon left you as soon as you two reached the double doors of RAD. You were expecting it though, it was still his sin of being greedy and he was probably itching to gamble away the little money he had left. You were glad he managed to take you to school, judging from how far the House of Lamentation was. Walking across the dark forest that was littered with fog, you were hearing caws and heavy footsteps that Mammon explained was familiars of the brothers walking around.

Your walk with him to school wasn't exactly quiet but it wasn't also that noisy. It was just you asking him things and him reflecting the questions back at you, sometimes he would joke around selling your clothes which you glared at him right back. Now that you're walking to the class, you began to miss the thought of walking with Mammon, or any of the brothers.

Everyone was staring at you, and they weren't even being subtle about it. They were plainly gawking at a human, average and weak human walking amongst them. You are no Solomon, you will not be able to trick them as easily and the only power you have is to know some things are bound to happen, but what good would that do if they're already eating you to pieces or at least hurting you for fun?

You sighed as you found your room, room 0910. You opened your D.D.D to look at the time, seeing you still have a few more minutes to spare before the classes begin. You quickly found a seat at the corner back, even though it would be hard to see the writings of the teacher, at least you know that the only way that you'll get stared at was not because they were looking at the blackboard and you were in the way, nope.

You were about to shrink yourself to walk to the side of the classroom when a glimpse of white elegantly blocked your path.

"Ah, you must be the new exchange student everyone had been talking about."

Simeon's calm and jovial voice made you remember Diavolo for a bit. Two of the powerful beings yet the most innocent and happy-go-lucky compared to their underlings.

"But Simeon! I thought Angels should not put themselves on trivial matters like rumors!"

You looked down to where you saw Luke huffing in anger. His bubbly outfit of white with indigo fading out in them and the cherubic face made you want to squish his cheeks and adopt him as your child.

"Hmmm, it's hardly rumors when they shout it as if to broadcast it in the hallways. Don't you agree, MC?"

You nodded, finding your throat dry as you stared at Simeon's kind smile. It was so nice to see a friendly face amongst the crowd and not just friendly but also kind and a literal angel. At least you don't have to worry about getting eaten anymore, especially the other brothers being on their own classes. You caught a glimpse of your aimed table and chair, only to see someone else already occupying it. It was a pink haired demon, Mephistopheles, you decided while frowning.

"Get on your seats, everyone. We only have thirty minutes for the announcements and I'm not wasting more time."

"Here, MC, sit with us."

You looked down, only to see Simeon smiling at you, patting a seat beside him and Luke. You whispered a shy thanks to him, happy to be seated with a safe group of people. Simeon and Luke were truly angels, compared to the feeling that settled with you the moment you saw Lucifer arguing with Asmodeus this morning about him taking so long in the bathroom, or Beelzebub growling when he saw you pick one of his favorite foods, or when Leviathan clicked his tongue in annoyance as he saw you getting into the bathroom before him, Simeon was happy to help as much as he can with you.

Luke was a little hesitant, of course with you being with demon brothers he feels like you were some sort of spy which Simeon laughed off as a joke. The teacher was arranging the books before him as Simeon handed you a pen to list anything since, apart from the large books and wads of paper given to you by Lucifer, pens are the ones he forgot to add.

"Ah, there we go. As you all know, the Human Exchange Program has begun under the declaration of Lord Diavolo. The Student Council officers will be looking out for anyone who defies the rule and hurts the human exchange student. Secondly, subjects such as Seductive Speechcraft will take place on the Western Side, Rooms 202, 203, and 205. This is due to the accidental potion spill of some demons last week. Potions class will be held at the Cemetery Garden instead."

You turned to look at your schedule. Today at 1 in the afternoon is your potions class. You're not sure if your stomach can take in with making potions after eating lunch just like this morning. There were only some human food, some because Beel had long gone eaten heaps of plates of it. You only managed to get a bit of bacon and egg, before grabbing some sandwiches and hoping it will last you until lunch and maybe... Just maybe, you can ask for some sweets from Luke or buy food from Akuzon, it doesn't matter if it's made by Barbatos or not.

Maybe you can ask Lucifer to make arrangements for food for humans, but you know that he would joke around and tell you to eat some of Solomon's cooking and there you shall see what truly is a demonic food.

The teacher's hand clap startled you, making you look up at him. He was holding the book for your first subject, Devildom Law.

You sighed for the second time and grabbed your notebook and turned to the bookmark of Devildom Law and opened your own copy of the book, "Devildom Law and Order by Kazuya Yamashita".

~~~

Lunch came in with you walking around with Simeon and Luke, trying to find the Cafeteria. They would have taken you to purgatory hall instead but you didn't want to be late for your next class right after the late dismissal of your second class, Home Economics under the demon head chef, Masayuki Harada. You learned some skills such as cooking Devildom food and cutting some plants and taking out the poison which you were grateful the teacher taught you. He had given specific pointers on which part to cut and what to take out for human consumption that was the sole reason of your late dismissal.

"There it is!"

Luke exclaimed as you decided that it might take another flight of stairs. True to his word, there was a cafeteria and thank goodness there were no wolves in them. You walked inside with Simeon, he was still reading from his notes earlier about food and you thought it was because of Luke not wanting any demon food and he wanted to cook for him without Luke noticing.

"Come on, MC! There are still some... Foods for... Non-demons!"

"He is still as energetic. What would I give to get back into being a child angel once more..."

Simeon smiled painfully as he closed his notebook and turned to you.

"Tell me, MC. If you were given a choice whether to fight with your friends or to remain loyalty to your... Master, which would you have chosen?"

You already have an inkling on what he is trying to talk about, but remained ignorant due to fear of him catching your lie. You began to wonder on friends, but this time, with the demon brothers. As you played the game on, you saw how angels the demon brothers are, as much as they try to be... Evil.

"I would always choose friends over anyone else... Unless they did something very bad."

You explained and he nodded, his eyes settling on Luke who was interrogating the chef.

"Luke said so too. I must've been an idiot for thinking the opposite."

He smiled at you, and you can see the sadness and regret in them. Does that mean he wished to fight with Lucifer during the rebellion? Does he regret— wait, what if their father is hearing him right now, won't they get punished? You still didn't know what to respond, you can tell him you understand but he still wouldn't think any more of it, just you being nice and kind.

Before you can respond at him, something cold hit the back of your head.

"Yah!"

You yelped, backing away and turning to glare at whoever bumped your head. To your surprise, it was Mammon. He was frowning at you, as if offended on something.

"What's with tha' face?! I bought cha food and tha's how ya greet me?!"

"You! Wh-what- what?"

You inquired, and he took it as a sign to sit down beside you, which was Luke's seat a while ago. He blinked at the sight of Simeon, finding it hard to look at you simply because of the bright angel wings and closed his eyes while talking to you.

"I SAID"- he enunciated while bringing down a box from Akudonald's- "I bought ya food and ya better eat it or else!"

He handed out the cold cola to your hand, and you can see a faint blush on his cheeks as he looked down at the ground.

"I saw that ya didn't eat nothin' at home. With Beel bein' a walking vacuum of food, and our food well, ya'd be pretty hungry, right!"

Your stomach growled when you smelled the fried chicken and can't help but tear up when you saw he ordered an extra rice for you.

"Jus' don't think much about it, will ya? Jus' can't have Lucifer thinkin' I'm lettin' you starve to death so, what I mean is, it's not like I care about'cha or anythin' so don't go thinkin' that!"

"Of course."

You nodded, to which he muttered something that you didn't catch simply because Simeon stifled a laugh beside you. You are thinking about it, though. He gave you food. GAVE. The Avatar of GREED, gave you something. You aren't sure of what to make out of it except agreeing that this was because of Lucifer forcing him to watch over you.

"Fufu, demons are liars, as Luke said."

He gave you a slight wink which turned into an awkward blink, before turning to Luke once more who was already making his way to the drinks section. Mammon stretched out beside you as he took out his phone, that seemed to be endlessly buzzing with notifications. You stared at it, hoping it would stop buzzing soon enough... Which it didn't. Mammon seemed to have noticed this and smirked at you.

"Ah, curious ta know about the Great Mammon's life? Well, I'm not tellin'! These are messages and calls from modelling and a few... Unwanted... Calls, probably."

"Like people you have debts with?"

You asked to which he yelped at, not expecting you to hear his whisper.

"No! I did taken care of those..."

He trailed off as he opened his phone. Little do you know, it was the Grim Reaper and Virgil contacting him, Mammon didn't like being summoned by witches nor did he like dealing with the just died humans. What makes Mammon rich, is actually the money taken by the Grim Reaper and Virgil from those who were bad and evil died rich and with money to spare.

As much as Mammon says and fakes the real spending of his money, he spends it on something else entirely. Lucifer never knew about it, and he didn't mind getting hanged upside down as long as Lucifer never really knew where his money goes. Diavolo never mentioned it to him, even when he gets interrogated for illegal casinos around Devildom.

He turned to you, who was currently smiling as you ate the Akudonald's he gave to you. It costs much more to have a human food cooked by them since they have to take out some ingredients that they usually add to the batch itself. It was one of the fast food chains that cater human food under Diavolo's request, the other is Hell's Kitchen but it seemed too spicy for a human taste even then.

It was the first place he went to as soon as he left you to go to classes on your own, it's better with him being late alone, it was expected. After that, he went to fly to some of the witches since they had been bugging him for money that he "owes" them. He spent the other two hours searching for money and cars (usually a Lamborghini) and people willing to be paid to drive around a crazy witch, literally.

Lucifer also did not have to know the witches that Mammon makes a deal with. There were only a few dark witches and an even fewer illegal magic witches.

"Is everything okay?"

Your voice startled him. He looked down at you, eyes slightly wide with wonder as you asked him. He felt his heart drum at you, the way your eyes seemed to shine against the soft glow of the lights in the canteen made him feel so annoyed he wanted to pull you closer and stare at them more.

Which is crazy, making him even more annoyed with himself.

It was rare to have a woman around them (even as angels), unless you count a witch who was already rude as they come, but it was weirder having them talk to him for a while. Still, Mammon pushed them down as nervousness with you since you are a stranger and not because you were sorta cute to him with the way you pouted when be didn't answer.

"Nothin' to get your dumb head worried about."

"I know, The Great Mammon's got me anyway, right?"

You smiled at him and he felt something swell in his heart, probably pride with you trusting and praising him. He cannot find himself to stutter out a reply, he had been so used to being put down on and insulted that he had to compliment himself for a change and now... Hearing someone say that, even if it's through some mockery (he hopes to God yes- even his own former father- that it wasn't that), made him feel so happy.

His happiness was deflated just as fast as it came as he saw a familiar bundle of red skipping on its steps toward them.

"Hello, everyone! We had been looking everywhere for you."

Diavolo greeted as he stopped by the table. It was only then that Mammon noticed Luke and Simeon who were almost finished with their food.

"Ah, MC, I'm glad you found yourself good lunch buddies. How was your first day so far?"

"It was... Eventful. I learned so many things on food and where to go just in case I'm lacking the need for sun."

"Mhm, it's legal for you. After all, humans had been so used to sun, taking it away might become detrimental for your health."

Diavolo replied with a smile on his face, proud that there aren't and bad news about you yet. Lucifer smiled at you as he looked at the food you were eating.

"Is that Akudonald's? My, where did you manage to find a time to buy that?"

"Oh, uhm, Ma-"

"Simeon bough' it for her."

Mammon cut in lying through his teeth as he looked at you. You couldn't get a grasp why he wanted to lie at his brother and you turned to Simeon who was also looking at Mammon.

"Yes... Yes, I did. I bought MC food from Akudonald's, it was quite easy with wings, of course."

Mammon knew that Lucifer was still as doubtful at them but he'd rather have him looking at them like that, his way of telling them he knows they are lying but also cannot push the issue further due to Diavolo's presence.

You quickly finished your lunch, listening to Simeon and Luke while you hear Mammon talking to some people through phone. You can hear codenames, probably with the way he calls them, majolish, and human. Diavolo and Lucifer soon moved to another batch of students and soon enough, lunch was finished and you were hurrying with Mammon to Potions Class.

Mammon was grumbling behind you about how Potions was supposed to be his last class if it wasn't for your schedule. Lucifer made it in such a way that you get the demons professors he is closely associated with, that way, will pay more attention to you and the demons trying to hurt you, if any. Which in a way, becomes Mammon's professors and making him easier to be watched out for.

Potions was fairly easy and Mammon was good at cutting ingredients and peeling away poison parts and the amount of swirls to do with the concoction. You insisted on pairing with him, saying that he was the only demon you know and trust, it sent him deflecting your words and not protesting when you grabbed the ingredients and handed him the knife.

"Well, there are some pros in makin' deals with witches!"

He explained when you asked him how easy he made the Ocean's Trance which enables someone to feel lightheaded and relaxed, usually given to angry demons. The teacher was only discussing the ingredients and he was already cutting some beside you.

"Here. See this piece over here? Tha's the mermaid tear and these are their broken voice, when you cut - here -"

You felt him move behind you, his hands on yours as he guided you through the mermaid's treasure which contains three things, the tears, voices, and their heart. In this Ocean Trance potion, the Mermaid's heart is the needed ingredient.

You can feel his heartbeat behind you, and you are pretty sure he can feel yours too from his hold on your wrists. He needed to lean down to able to hold your hands, and you can feel his hair tickling your ear and his small voice to avoid being heard by the teacher on your shoulders.

"There, a small cut and the heart is - perfect."

He let go of you, five seconds after the Mermaid's heart had been taken, you counted. He was so warm and comfortable that you were finding ways to lean more to him such as when you needed to reread the needed ingredient or when you needed to know how many turns again is needed. You noticed that he was too, he was leaning on your side as he checked the way you cut your ingredients or when you struggle reading a particular potion.

Potions wasn't just easy, and so far, it became your favorite subject. You had two homeworks to do at it though, the first is the shield potion and the second is a healing potion. It was privately given to by the professor to at least catch up to the lessons.

Mammon was waiting for you outside of the classroom, playing a face emoji game that gives points when copied. 

"What's with tha' face?!"

You copied his accent, pretty badly as you snuck behind him. He smirked at you or at the game as he replied.

"I'd like to see ya try, human!"

And before you knew it, you teo were walking home together making faces on his phone and laughing at every crazy emoji given.

"Ya know, Lucifer plays this game."

"He... He does?"

You do know he did, but you didn't know he continued on with it.

"Yah, he doesn't like to admit it, but we know. He always doesn't like admitting things."

You vaguely recalled Belphegor, who you began to understand as the game went on. There are some dangerous humans and there can be kind demons, you aren't sure if there are dangerous angels, but you can't blame Belphegor on not liking humans.

"Mammon, I... Who, who was the exchanged demon student for me?"

It was a good opening, not to suspicious.

"Hm? Oh, it was Belphegor, the youngest amongst us. I mean Satan is the youngest but Belphie, well. It's all in our sins ya know, Belphegor had the least powerful sin which is Sloth, said by the Demon Kin'."

You saw Mammon shiver at his words, despite having swear on his brows from the warm temperature.

"What was Belphegor like?"

Mammon leaned back, thinking. After a moment, he nodded, words forming in his mind.

"He's a very lazy brother, closest to Beel... He does a lot of things out of accident so I try to protect him when I can... Though, I know he doesn't see me much as a brother..."

Mammon trailed off as he kicked some imaginary rock on the road.

"Hey."

You called out to him when silence began to wrap around the both of you. It was comfortable, especially the small hums of birds across the forest. Mammon made a noise of acknowledgement, staring up to the sky.

"Thanks for helping me out today."

He smiled at you and you found yourself getting mesmerized with how he looked. It wasn't a boastful smile nor a mocking one. It was serene and calm, and you wanted to take your D.D.D out just to take a picture of him. But then, a voice  butted in your perfect moment.

"Grr, Mammon, where's my money?!"

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Parts: Part 1

[arminbitchlover]

reincarnated lovers (2)

armin arlert x f! reader

summary: after a terrible first date with armin, sasha convices reader to go out to a party but only to have an unexpected turn of events

word count: 2.8k

content warnings: mentions of drug use, alcohol use, assault is insinuated but doesn't actually happen

"YOU LOOK SOOO GOOD," Sasha squeals as you show her your outfit, making your confidence boost significantly.

"YOU TOO, YOU'RE SO HOT FOR NO REASON!" You both keep showering each other with confidence, not caring if your neighbors could hear you shouting.

You don't understand why you're suddenly filled with anticipation to go to some frat house that would be filled with strangers and smell like alcohol and weed, but you not troubled enough to even question it. All you know is that this is your first party as a freshman, and you want to make the most out of it with your best friend.

"So, who's going that you know anyways?" You glance at Sasha through your mirror as you apply lip gloss.

"Too many to count honestly and not to alarm you or anything but Jean will be there too." Sasha reluctantly spoke as you feel your heart drop to your stomach.

You completely forgot that Jean was a part of Sasha's friend group and now you're going to see him for the very first time since your breakup.

"Y/n?" Sasha waves her hand in front of your face and snaps you out of your deep thoughts.

"Sorry, but thanks for telling me." You shake your head as you try to not lose your train of thought again.

You and Sasha finish up on your final touches and make your way to the party as you feel your stomach flipping and hands slightly shake. Every time you start to tell yourself that Jean was just a friend now, you get flashbacks of everything you did as a couple, but you're going to let some guy ruin your first night out in college.

It doesn't take long to arrive and fuck, it didn't take long for the feelings of regret, nervousness, and panic to sink in. When you first arrive, people were already drunk in the front yard as couples made out the staircase leading to the front door. Immediately when opening the door, the bass from the speakers maakes your whole body vibrate with the music and your eyes strain from all the lights that were being cast across the house.

The whole place is already trashed with cups, plates, and different articles of clothing are scattered across the floor. You've always heard about how wild college parties can be, but you didn't expect something as crazed as this.

You turn to Sasha and see her talking to you but could only read her lips that make out, "I'm... drink," and walk away to the kitchen.

Well, shit.

You awkwardly stand in the middle of the room, not recognizing a single person until you feel a hand clasp your shoulder and pull you to a corner.

"Heya, gorgeousss, name's Flochhh..." A drunk man with auburn hair presses you against the wall as he tries to make conversation with you.

"S-Sorry, but I have to go." You try to get away from him only to have your arm get pulled back to the wall.

"Fucking let me go!" You fight to yank your arm away but don't have enough strength to succeed.

"Buttt I wantss to get chu know you babyyy." He leans in, trying to get your faces closer together, but luckily you dodge him quick enough to get out of his grasp.

"Watchu doinn- runninnn from me." He grasps your hand, but right when you were about to get pinned back against the wall again, you hear a stern voice.

"Get your hands off of her." You and Floch turn and see Armin, but this time with slightly smudged eyeliner with a long black sleeve that's complemented with a necklace and silver rings on both of his hands.

"Huhhh-," Floch slurs, finally letting go of you and confronting Armin.

Armin takes a step back with his hands in his pockets, not wanting to cause any issues, and lightly asserts, "This is my lovely girlfriend, so I would appreciate it if you would just back off, that's all."

Armin walkes up to you and wraps his arm around your waist as Floch's face becomes filled with complete disgust.

"So if you'll excuse us, we'll be getting out of your way so you can get as shitfaced as you like." He smirks at Floch and pulls you away, his hand still clutching your waist.

As he takes you away, you immediately notice how his arm feels so natural around you, like it was meant to be there which causes your heartbeat to quicken.

You only see him as the boy you went on an awkward date with, why did he suddenly make you feel this way?

"Thank you for your help, Armin." You bring your hand to the one that was resting on your waist and squeeze it to show your gratitude.

"I was only doing the bare minimum, no need to thank me." He tenderly looks into your eyes with compassion, not aware that he never let go of your waist.

"Well, what were you doing here anyway, you didn't catch me as the party type." You playfully joke as he grabs your arm and enters a large crowd that's dancing to music.

He turns to face you and tilts his head towards your ear to answer, "I heard you were coming, and I wanted to talk to you."

He grabs you by the waist and starts moving to the beat of the song to follow along with everyone surrounding you.

You feel your face start to heat up, finding it so attractive the way he leaned in to talk to you. He's a completely different person from the guy you went out with. This time he seems so much more confident by the way he holds you, speaks to you, and his fashion did a complete 180.

"Well, what's up?" You gain enough courage to wrap your arms around his neck and move your body with his.

You both move completely in sync forgetting for a second that you weren't the only two people in the room. You feel yourself start to get more butterflies as he maintains eye contact with you and slowly pulls you closer and closer. Before you know it, you have the biggest smile on your face as you have the time of your life with Armin.

This is what you've been missing out on, while you had been locked up in your dorm, exhausting yourself with no sign of ending. While Sasha's the one who made you come out of your comfort zone, Armin's the one who making you enjoy yourself the most and you love the idea of that. You love knowing that there's a person who could actually make you a better person and still make you feel comfortable while being alone with him.

"I don't really know how to explain this, but-"

"Y/N!!" Sasha pushes her way into the crowd and finds you and Armin with your bodies only centimeters apart, but seemingly didn't notice the tension between the two of you.

"Armin, I told you to find her and come to the game room!" She scolds Armin and pulls him away from you, making you feel a bit upset that you're not able to be alone with him a bit longer.

She takes you and Armin to another room that you assume were their friends because as soon as they enter, they're greeted with open arms. You immediately notice a small blonde girl and a tall brunette with freckles sitting together on a love seat and you have to admit that they make such a great couple. Sasha introduces you to everyone in the room and while it was pretty packed, it's easy to memorize who everyone is given that Sasha has mentioned them many times before.

Before you had the chance to settle in with everyone you see Connie get out of his seat and clear his throat very loudly to make an announcement.

"I think that it's only fair, since y/n is the newbie of the group, to play a 2v2 intense game of beer pong between me and Jean." Connie widely grins as everyone agrees and starts rioting.

"I heard my name." Jean abruptly enters, at first not noticing that you're in the same room.

"Well, I don't have a partner to play with so-" You feel a bit of shame while speaking but are quickly interrupted.

"I'll play with y/n," Armin speaks up and everyone gets louder, becoming enraptured as if this is the biggest game in history.

"Let's fucking go then." Jean locks eyes with you for a split second before talking to Connie.

You have to admit, while Jean looks like he's taking good care of himself, you don't feel the butterflies and tension that you thought you would. Maybe you're just overthinking everything because he's your first love, but you figure that maybe something would be left for him. You look back at Jean making sure you don't feel anything, but when you turn to face Armin. Butterflies. Even if it was just a tiny bit, something was there.

For him.

"You guys got this, I mean no offense to the other two, but they're either high, tipsy, or a bit of both." Eren walks up to you two as he chuckles and rubs the back of his neck.

"I've never played this before, so we'll see." You look down, afraid that Eren or Armin would judge you in some way.

"Neither has Armin, he always watches other people play, but I'm pretty surprised he volunteered himself. So, I'm guessing that your first date went pretty well today." Eren playfully nudges Armin as his face turns into a very light pink.

"Um, yeah it was pretty alright," You reply and smile at Armin, even though you both knew that your date was anything but 'alright'.

"Okay, it's set up, you guys can start whenever," Mikasa speaks with a complete monotone voice as she takes a seat back down next to Historia and Ymir.

You and Armin walk to your side of the table as Connie and Jean do the same, while everyone stands around the two teams ready to start their ear-piercing shouts. You start to feel a bit of pressure right before the game started, anxious that you'll make yourself look like a fool if you don't at least make a single cup.

"We'll give Armin the first shot." Connie cockily smirks and bounces the ping pong ball across the table.

Armin grabs the ball with his fingertips and starts calculating the way he would throw the ball. You have to admit, he looked absolutely adorable while concentrating on making it into the cup. You figure that maybe he thinks the same as you, not wanting to embarrass himself, but he looks so relaxed at the same time. After a few more seconds of critical thinking, he carefully throws the ball and makes it perfectly into the middle cup.

Expectedly, everyone starts screaming, jumping up and down, while some people grab Armin and shake him profusely as their excitement shoots through the roof. You can't help but feel thrilled for him as well, and right when his friends get their hands off of Armin, you wrap your arm around his neck and bring him in for a tight hug. You immediately pull away, unsure if he's uncomfortable being hugged by someone he barely knows, but when you take a step back you see his eyes light up with a small smile.

"Cut it out, love birds. It's my shot," Jean shoots Armin a snarky look and chugs the shot. He wasn't concentrating as much as Armin was, probably because he's played this game many times before, and to your surprise, he recklessly tosses the ball and makes a spiral dunk into the cup at the front of the formation.

"GOOD SHIT, JEAN!" Connie aggressively smacks Jean's back, causing him to jump forward and knock down two cups in the back row.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Connie?" Jean hits the back of Connie's head and they both drink whatever liquid was left in the cup and takes them out of the formation.

You look at the cup that has the ball in and right when you're about to take the shot, Armin swiftly takes it out of your grasp and drinks it as if it's water.

At this point, everyone was making fun of Connie's fuck up and cheering on Armin for chugging the shot like nothing while you're panicking in your thoughts, begging yourself not to make a foot out of yourself.

"Here." Armin hands you the ball and you feel your anxiety kick in as everyone's focus goes directly to you.

You feel your fingertips lightly quiver as you begin to aim the ball into the last cup in the back. Predictably, the ball hits the rim of the cup and doesn't make it in, but Armin still whispers to you a few words of encouragement as Marco picks up the ball from the floor and hands it to Connie. The game continues and luckily you and Armin win because of the two cups Jean knocked down, so while you and Armin are a bit tipsy, the others are completely plastered.

"This... nngh - bullshizz..." Connie clumsily walks over to you and hooks his arm around your neck, somewhat pulling you down while speaking to you.

"Alright, enough." Armin pulls Connie's arm away from you and takes you out of the room, before getting the chance to say bye to anyone.

"Armin-" He leads you to an empty room and doesn't hesitate to lock the door behind him.

"Please, let me talk, I've been waiting all night." Armin pulls you to the edge of the bed and slowly sits down as he tries to figure out how to come out with his news. You gently place your hand on top of his and give it a gentle squeeze, reassuring him.

While you did have a feeling about what he'a going to say, you don't want to jinx anything too good to be true. Even though when you first met Armin it wasn't the greatest first impression, spending time with him at the party made you realize that he's so much more than the awkward guy you went out with. You don't understand how your feelings for him switched up so fast in a matter of a day, but you don't care. At this point, Jean's completely out of the picture and something in you is telling yourself that there's something really special about Armin.

“So, um basically I just want to apologize for everything that happened earlier at the café. I-It’s just that you’re the first girl I’ve ever taken out and I didn’t want to fuck up, but I did absolutely everything wrong. It didn’t help how Sasha was talking so highly of you and god, when I saw your pictures, I thought you were the most perfect person I ever laid my eyes on. Then when I saw you, something in me just clicked that you were meant to be mine and I’m not one to believe in that love at first sight bullshit, so I didn’t know what to do. I just nervous and I didn't know what to do. I knew you were and still are way out of my league even though I felt like you were my person, but I didn't want to mess it up, so I tried to be distant to make it go away and I realized how fucking stupid that was. I'm so sorry for wasting your time and I was hoping we could have a second chance at a first date again to make it up to you." He has such a pained but relieved look on his face when he finishes talking, not looking at you, afraid that he may have done something that he would regret.

"I would actually love that, Armin." You exchange smiles and both stare at each other for a second in comfortable silence.

"Well, let's go then."He stands up and brings out his hand to yours.

"Wait what?" You give him a confused look as you place your hand in his and get up from the bed.

"Are you tired or something?" He furrows his eyebrows with a bit of a pouty face.

"No, not at all." You intertwine your fingers with his and make your way out of the frat house, forgetting say goodbye to anyone.

"So, where are you taking me so late at night?" You ask and turn to look at him to see a small smile plaster on his face.

"I was hoping I could take you back to my apartment to make us a proper meal after all that partying." You feel your heart pounding against your chest as he has the most genuine look in his eyes.

"Absolutely."

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[lilblog-asatreat]

hi, i am not really a requesting things person in this fandom for reasons that will soon become obvious, but i would love to see you tackle prompt 36 and/or 46 with stolen century-era davenport and lucretia!! preferably with a loving/amicable tone between the two of them if you can,, i love them being nice to each other and also hurt/comfort feels, and i love how you've been writing crew interactions in general, i wish there was more in the fandom about those two during the century especially :3

36. Being so close that you can feel your lips brush when you whisper

46. The waver in a person’s voice when they’re stressed

Still accepting prompts from this list here!!

(Also, distressed is the new stressed as the cool kids say [and by cool kids I mean me lol])

A few months into the third year of the Starblaster crew's journey, Taako and Lup decided it was time for everyone to learn combat magic. While Magnus does his best to protect everyone from the Hunger's hordes, there's only so much a non-caster fighter can do, even with the help of two combat experienced wizards. The rest of the crew needs to know how to protect themselves to take some of the load off of them. Davenport agreed taking some time out of each day to start their training regiment was a worthwhile thing to do which is what led to Lucretia pushing rice around on her plate with her fork dejectedly, five months later, as she listens to the twins recap their earlier training session over dinner.

"Barry, your evocation spells are developing really well, but you need to loosen up a bit and stop overthinking it okay? You'll gain more speed that way." Lup says before taking a bite of her chicken. "Damn, Taako, you really outdid yourself today! This is delicious!"

Taako smirks. "Thank you, you're too kind. Anyway, Merle..." He trails off before sighing. "Merle, I don't know how to help you because you do a different brand of magic than we do, but it would be nice if you could figure out a way to at least help protect people and give them an edge in fighting?"

Merle grumbles and stabs his chicken moodily before Magnus speaks up. "Actually, Merle, I was wondering if you would be more interested in training with me for a while? Since you're disconnected from your magic whenever the Hunger is due to arrive for some reason, it might be more useful for you to get better at non-magical combat."

"Yeah, I guess I can try that. It's good to shake things up a little bit." Merle concedes.

"And Lucretia?"

Lucretia looks up from her plate of food.

"You've got the opposite thing of Merle going on right now. You're really good at protecting yourself and others from attacks which is great," Lup says, "but your offensive magic needs a little work. I can see you've got some sort of mental block going on right now, but I believe we can work through it."

Lucretia just nods and tries for a small smile before she goes back to pushing her food around her plate.

"Lup, I actually have a question about one of the spells you were trying to teach us today-" Barry begins to say, and everyone turns their attention to him except Lucretia who is too lost in thought to hear him.

Well, almost everyone.

Davenport taps on Lucretia's arm from his seat next to her, and she looks at him then leans her head down as he motions for her to come closer. "Hey, are you okay? Do you need to go talk somewhere for a while?" The gnome whispers in her ear so close that she can feel his lips brush against her skin.

She sits up and just nods mutely before they both get up from the table. Everyone looks up at them as they go to leave, and Taako asks, "Hey, where are you going?"

"We just need a minute. We'll be right back." Davenport says smoothly while Lucretia goes a little pink in the face.

The two of them walk up to the deck of the Starblaster, and they sit down on a bench they got from the nearest town under the canopy of stars in the darkened sky. They're silent for a few minutes before Davenport turns to Lucretia and says, "What's on your mind? Is it the training session earlier?"

Lucretia nods and twists her hands together in her lap. She doesn't realize she's rocking back and forth slightly, but that small amount of movement calms her enough to be able to speak in a wavering voice. "I'm trying really hard to get better at offensive magic... really, I am... but I've always had trouble learning magic that wasn't simple utility spells or abjuration magic. I thought that... it's been five months. I thought I'd be better at it by now."

Davenport thinks for a moment. "Everyone learns at their own pace and has different ways of learning, and that's okay. Maybe there's a different approach Lup and Taako aren't taking that would suit you better. How did you get good at abjuration magic?"

Lucretia laughs sadly. "I kind of had to get good at it. When I was growing up, people at school didn't like me for some reason. I never understood why. But they would take my books away from me and push me around, and the administration wouldn't do anything about it. I swear some of my teachers actually encouraged it somewhat because they didn't seem to like me either. Something about how they didn't want to accommodate me and the way I learned things or asked questions and how I wrote everything that happened down. Anyway, so I had to learn how to keep people from hurting me and taking my shit. And how to keep all of that away from my family." She turns her head to look even further away from him. "I didn't want them getting mixed up in my messes, and they would have had questions if I came home with bruises."

"I'm sorry that happened to you," Davenport says quietly.

Lucretia just shrugs. "It's whatever, but it doesn't really help me with learning other types of magic then or now. I think the mental block Lup mentioned earlier stems from that. We had magic lessons at the school I went to, and I struggled with magic there too except for regular utility spells, and everyone made fun of me for it and said the magic I could do wasn't real magic because it wasn't flashy and cool. But I just... I think I was scared that I was going to accidentally hurt someone if I did do the spells correctly, and I didn't want to do that especially since I had personally been on the receiving end of some of those spells.

"And now I'm still scared of hurting you all and... of you all making fun of me... I guess..., but I have to learn and get better or else people will die. And if I don't get better I'd just... be a drag on the team. More so than I am now with not being a science or magic specialist. I offer nothing to help figure out how to stop the Hunger, and the least I can do is help ensure our escape every time, but it's been five months, and all I've proven is that I can't be counted on to even do that!" Lucretia massages her eyes tiredly and ignores how shaky her breathing is getting.

Davenport frowns. "You're not a drag on the team, okay? You're just as valued a member of our team as anyone else. I picked you to come on this mission because you're smart and have shown to be an adept researcher who will do anything to get to the bottom of a story. You may not know a lot about the scientific and magical theories and laws that make up existence, but your perspective, knowledge, and research of the places we go to are just as important. And I know the others value you and see your worth just as much as I do."

Lucretia hides her face in her hands as she starts crying quietly, and Davenport scoots closer to her and wraps an arm around her. "No one is going to make fun of you for having trouble learning these spells, and if they do, I'll give them a stern talking to about it." Lucretia laughs a little through her tears at that. "And I understand being scared of hurting us, and that's why we're doing it in a safer environment where Merle can help heal us when necessary. But if you want to work on dummies exclusively first before trying to cast spells on one of us, we can do that for you. And if you want to train one on one with either of the twins, or with me if you're not comfortable training with them yet, we can do that too. Let us work with you on this. We'll support you with anything you need."

Lucretia just nods and turns to give Davenport a proper hug. He rubs circles into her back as she cries, and when she's dried up and sniffling, she hugs him even tighter and whispers, "Thank you, Cap'n'port."

Davenport smiles a little and pats her back. "Are you ready to go finish dinner? The chicken and rice really are phenomenal."

Lucretia laughs and pulls away, wiping her eyes in the process. "Yeah, I haven't actually gotten to taste it yet, but knowing Taako, I know it's going to be amazing."

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

The Perfect Bad Boy (Pt. 03 of 18)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.9K

Summary: Working as a lifeguard in the Hawkins Community Pool, you try to fit in after moving from New York. Things were going pretty well when you notice you've been under someone's stare. Billy Hargrove, Hawkins' bad boy, has been staring at you since day one. You never intended to have anything to do with him, judging by the reputation he has. But Billy won't leave you alone, determined to show you his feelings are different this time...

As if your heart flooding you with confusing feelings wasn't enough, there are weird, strange animals lurking in the woods... But those have to be just part of the wild live of the woods surrounding Hawkins... Right?

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You're walking back to where the guys are with your milkshake in hand, side by side with Monica. The day was calm, and this is a good way to end it. You're at this cute snack bar, all painted in pastel blue and pink colors, and some lights to match. It has two different spaces, but the inside is almost empty since it's a bit hot today, so people rather sit on the outside. But despite having enough empty tables for everyone, you're all leaning against the cars, chatting and laughing. You're a party of ten people, double the number of those who came with you, the others just stopped by.

You do feel a little cast aside since you don't really know the people or situations they're talking about. But Monica is kind enough to stand by your side, being sure to explain what's needed for you to engage in the conversation. Her cousin Jason is here too, as is her boyfriend, Christopher, who has always an arm around her shoulder.

“I'm telling you. That girl is trouble. She's a compulsive lier. I can't believe I dated her for almost a year.” Clark complains about his ex, who decided to use her spare time this summer to try and get back with him. “She called me once, in the middle of the night, crying, saying she crashed her car and was bleeding to death. I almost crashed mine trying to get to her as fast as possible and when I did, guess what? She was completely fine.”

“I always warned you about her,” Monica says, and the others nod.

“I should've listened.” Clark nods to himself. “From now on, I will listen to Monica.”

“Always listen to Monica.” She repeats in a meaningful tone, looking at you and raising an eyebrow.

“What?” You shrug your shoulders, sucking on your milkshake.

“Nothing." She dissimulates.

“It's about that Billy guy, isn't it?” Jason asks, gesturing his soda can at you.

“Yeah, you've been talking to him a lot lately.” David, one of those who stopped by and decided to join the party says. He's been giving you glances since he got here, but you're pretending not to notice. He'll get the hint soon enough and let it go.

“We're friends.” You simply say, leaning against Monica's car. David was at the pool today, you remember because you had to tell him not to dunk his friend. And that means he probably saw when you stopped by Billy's chair to ask him if he saw your whistle, which he had found on the floor near the girl's locker.

“Friends? With Hargrove?” David laughs. “Not possible. The guy only thinks about one thing. I doubt he even has a brain.”

“Well, he gave me a ride home when my car wouldn't start, so... He's not that much of a jerk if he bothered to help.” It's not your intention to defend Billy, but it feels wrong to let David say these things when Billy has been so nice to you. You know you have to keep an eye open just in case, but so far, it's being as he said it would be. Just two people who work together trying to get along.

“And why do you think he did that? I assure you it wasn't out of kindness.”

“She's the new girl in town. Maybe he thought she lived too far and offered help.” Christopher says, shrugging his shoulders. “You can't read minds, David, you don't know what inside people's heads.”

It's clear David isn't very welcome here. People don't seem very comfortable around him, and all his comments get some kind of snap. “Are you kidding me? It's Hargrove we're talking about here. He never talks to a girl unless he wants something. And we all know exactly what that is.”

“Since when you're the expert?”

“Since I know how guys think, Monica. Don't act like you got everyone figured out just because you're coursing Physiology.” He says, and his tone makes Christopher shoot him an angry stare.

“Mind your tone when you speak to my girlfriend, David.” He mutters, and David rolls his eyes. It's cute to see how he defends Monica, and it makes you smile. They're a freaking power couple, looking so good together.

“I'm just saying–”

“I know this sound.” Jason cuts him off, making everyone shut up to listen to... God knows what. “The car. There's only one car in Hawkins that makes this sound.”

“Billy's car.” Mon states and everyone looks at the street at the same time, and seconds after his Camaro speeds through, like a lightning bolt. “There he goes.”

“Was he looking over here?” Candace asks.

“At that speed, everything he sees is a blur.” Her sister Alice mutters.

You're not really paying attention, eyes glued to the now empty road, not sure why.

“I can't stand him. His presence alone makes me sick, the bastard.” David continues, crossing his arms over his chest. “You can do better, (Y/N), trust me.”

“You're envious of him.” Candace states and her sister follows with a laugh.

“Why in the hell would I be envious?”

“Because he's way hotter than you are.” The words come out of your mouth before you can think. “Basic psychology, isn't that right, Mon?” You elbow her, who giggles and nods.

“Couldn't agree more.” As she speaks, you hear the car again, as if it's coming back. The same noise they said belongs to Billy's car. But since you're not the expert here, it could belong to any other car, so you don't give much thought about it.

“No shit.” Jason mumbles.

“What a way to ruin the night,” David complains, rolling his eyes. His dirty, greasy hair sticks to his forehead, and he pushes it back.

“Unbelievable,” Monica says, looking at something behind you.

No, no. It can't be him... Right? You don't move, looking at your milkshake, completely ignoring how everyone seems to be staring at you.

“Hargrove.” David hisses, in a low voice.

You turn your head to see if this is really happening, and the moment you spot him, you look away. He was in a hurry to be somewhere, what is he doing here?

“Go talk to him,” Monica tells you.

“What makes you think he came here to talk to me?” You're quick to snap back, sucking what's left of your milkshake and putting the empty plastic cup on the hood of her car.

“Because he's coming this way and you're the only one here who speaks to him.” She speaks fast, wide eyes.

“Fine.” You raise your hands in surrender when she starts pushing you away from her car. “I'll go and say hi.” You give two steps backwards, shrugging your shoulders, and making sure everyone notices how casual it is. Then you turn on your heels, walking towards him, but slower, just in case he'll walk right past you. But he doesn't, he stops when you do, not quite keeping the distance he should. “Hi,” you mumble, suddenly very much aware of the eyes on your back.

“Hi.” Billy flashes his bright smile, the one that makes you think he's happy to see you. As if he hasn't seen you in a very long time. “Hanging out with your party, huh?”

“Yeah.” You gesture at where they're standing, trying to get a grip of yourself. C'mon, to hell with what they say. Or think. “I needed a night out. What about you?” You take a look at him, trying to be quick about it. He's wearing a black jacket and a dark red shirt underneath, which is unbuttoned. “Judging by the clothes and how fast you were going, you must be heading to a date. Or a party.”

“Second one.” He looks at something behind you. “Decided to stop and get some fries. Join me inside?”

“Mmm...” You're not sure if you should leave Mon and the others, so you take a look at them. And you see David's face, shamelessly staring as if it was his business. “Oh, we were just talking about you.” You raise your voice a little, and you both make the way to the small group of people. Monica has a funny look on her face. “Right, David?”

“Only bad things, I hope,” Billy says, eyes quickly scanning through the party. He knows he's not welcome, but he doesn't seem to care. Why would he? He just walked in like he owned the place. “I have a reputation I'd like to keep.”

The expression on David's face is priceless, and some people cover their mouths, hiding a laugh.

“Let's get those fries,” you say, pulling Billy by his jacket. “But only if you're paying.”

“Obviously.” He gives one last look, straight at David, before following you inside. Only half the tables are occupied, so you pick one on the back, next to the window. “I'll make the order.” He says as you take a sit. Through the corner of your eye, you see the crew moving more to their left, just where they can have a better view of your table. Looking at them, you wave, smiling. Monica won't stop talking about it tomorrow.

“So. What kind of wild party are you going to?” You ask when he comes back, seating across from you.

“Tommy's. Wanna come?”

“No. It's not my kind of party.” Monica told you about Tommy, that in some ways he's far worse than Billy. Guess you shouldn't judge this Tommy only by what you hear, but since you have nothing else to compare it too, you'll stick with what you've heard.

“It figured.” He shrugs his shoulders, penetrating eyes burning thought your skin.

“Let's eat quickly then. So you can go to your party.” You don't understand why he came all the way back here. Just to eat fries? He was going to a party and stopped for some fries? You'll have to ask Monica about it. Maybe there's a psychological explanation.

“I'm not going anymore.”

Okay. That's even weirder. “Why?”

Billy only smiles, and you're starting to notice it makes you feel funny. You don't like staring for too long, so you have to find something else to focus your attention on... But there's nothing so you just look down at your hands. “You know that David guy is into you, right?”

“What? Of course not.” You take a look through the window, catching some of them staring. Monica is one of them, obviously. “I mean, he was staring, but... I don't know. I'm the new girl after all, and in a small town like Hawkins I get that people are a little curious about the outsider.”

“That wasn't a curious look, believe me.”

“You can't really talk about it, right? You're the heartbreaker of Hawkins.”

Billy leans forward, and when the waitress comes with your fries, he doesn't even seem to notice. You don't get why he's staring for so long, like memorizing a map. “I will be straight forward with you, (Y/N).” He starts, his voice suddenly darker, as if the game was over and whatever he's about to say is a matter of life and death. “I like you.”

That makes you giggle, completely ruining the atmosphere. “Okay. You like a lot of girls, Billy. I thought you said just friends.” You're a little disappointed. Guess you were just a little bit excited about maybe, just maybe, befriending Billy, not sure why though.

“No. I don't have to like them to–”

“Let me stop you right there.” You burst out. “I don't need the details.”

“I never liked any of them. Why do you think I never met any girl more than twice?” What can you say to that? Shrugging your shoulders, you keep your eyes on the fries as you eat. You have no idea where this is going. “But you, you hit me like... bang.”

“Like bang?” Raising an eyebrow, you repeat and giggle again.

“Like a damn train.” He's not joking, he's dead serious. “Since the day you walked into the pool, I couldn't help but stare.”

“Billy, I–”

“I always hated when girls started talking about their lives, their friends, their families, but you... I want to know you. Your favorite color, your favorite hairstyle, your favorite ice cream flavor.” Drumming your fingers on the table, you give a quick glance at your friends, looking for Monica as if you could send her a message through your mind, asking for help. “And it's so freaking bizarre because I never thought it could happen to me. I thought about approaching you as I usually do, try to seduce you. It would be so much easier if that was everything I wanted, but it isn't.”

“Uhm...” Okay, you're completely lost here. More than you were on the first day at the pool. “Pink. I like to let my hair down. And chocolate.” You try to remember the order he spoke, despite feeling like this is the stupidest thing to say right now. But you don't know how to react. Nobody was straight to the point like this, all of them always had some kind of game. Pretending they don't care, acting like they're superior, acting like they're stupid... Everyone who ever tried something with you had a strategy. But this guy, town's bad boy, who leaves a long trail of broken hearts wherever he goes, he's just putting all the cards on the table. And you were caught off guard.

“I noticed the first two.” He gestures at you. You're wearing a pink shirt and your hair is down, flowing down your shoulders.

“You don't know me enough to like me, Billy.” You sigh, not sure what do say next.

“Only time will tell.” Billy smiles again, biting on a frie. “Just give me a chance.”

“What about the 'just friends' agreement? I was totally down for that.” Friendship is easier. So much less complicated... And it would give you a one hundred percent security that Billy wouldn't hurt you. Not that you'd ever allowed him to get close enough to do that... Right? Right. “Friendship always comes before any... Romantic relationship. It's just the natural flow of things.”

“If that's what you think, we'll start off as friends then.”

Damn it. The smile again. What the hell is wrong with you today? Monica is getting to your head with all her 'mission' thing. “Friends,” you repeat because it would be so mean if you just backed off now. He did help you when your car wouldn't start. And he's paying for the fries.

“(Y/N)!” Someone yells and you immediately look through the window. It's Jason. “Let's go, we're leaving!”

Already?

You mean... Great. You need to get home to think. “I have to go,” you say, standing up after grabbing a few more fries.

“I can take you home.” He offers.

“I'm not sure. Wouldn't it be a little mean to them?” Part of you wants to go home, leave Billy and this whole talking behind, get back into reality. Get a grip on yourself and think this through. But there's something else, a tiny piece that lit up when he offered you a ride.

“You already came with them. I don't see why you can't leave with someone else. I will let you ride shotgun.”

“You really think I'll go with you just because I'll ride shotgun? I can call shotgun with them, you know?” You giggle, eyes suddenly locked on his.

“With them, it's just a possibility. With me, it's a fact.” The guy is cocky, no doubt about that. “Would it change your mind if I say please?”

“Begging doesn't suit you, Hargrove.” You snap, smiling. “I'll let them know.”

He winks at you before you turn to leave. You change your mind a couple of times before you reach Monica and the others. But now you're sure. You want to go with Billy. You haven't finished the fries yet, anyway.

“Guys, you can go. Billy will give me a ride home.” You say as some of them get into Candace's car.

“Ok,” Mon smirks, giving you a look that means she'll want all the details later.

“What?” David speaks up, a humorless laugh leaving his lips. “Monica, I thought you said your friend was smart.”

“Are you calling me dumb?” You gasp, unable to believe your ears. Who the hell does he think he is? The guy doesn't even know you.

“If you're really considering letting him–” He gestures at the snack bar, straight at your table. “–take you home, yes, sweety, you're pretty dumb.”

“David shut the hell up.” Monica has a finger on his face.

“Who do you think you are to put of your nose in my business?” You raise your voice, stepping forward. You're not the one to be insulted and keep quiet. “This is my damn life and I do whatever I want. You're not even a friend of mine so back the hell off.”

“I'm trying to put some sense into your empty brain and you're turning it on me?” He looks around as if searching for support. But half the group is by Candace's car, and those who are closer don't seem to back him up.

“The hell is going on?” Billy yells startle you a little and you turn your head to see him coming from the snack bar.

“Isn't it obvious that nobody here wants you around?” David barks at him, making an abrupt gesture towards Billy.

He stops by your side, towering over you.

“David here just called (Y/N) dumb,” Christopher says in a provoking tone. “Right, David? Do you have anything else to say or did the last sentences drained out your intelligence? The tiny little bit you have of it.”

“You called her what?” Billy steps forward, slightly hiding you with his shoulder. He's angry suddenly, raising his voice.

“Drop the gentleman act, Billy. Everyone knows what you want.” David comes forward too, throwing his empty can on the floor. “But if she wants to go from the new girl in town to another of Hargrove's sluts, that's all her choice.”

You're about to speak up when Billy moves, closing the distance between him and David, pulling him by the collar of his shirt and punching his jaw hard. You heart skips a beat and your stomach burns. David falls to the ground, a hand coming to his chin. Everyone gasps, hands covering their mouths. You see when Billy is about to move again, so you grab his arm.

“I told you. If you didn't quit being an asshole someone would put you in your place.” Jason says as he speeds away in his car, giving Billy a thumbs up.

But you barely notice the commotion, trying to understand what just happened.

“Call her that again and I'll make sure to break your nose the next time.” Billy barks, looking down at David, who awkwardly crawls backwards before standing up and walking away.

“C'mon.” You start pulling Billy, noticing how the muscles on his arm are tense, even through the jacket. “Let's go.” You move to stand before him, seeing the anger in his eyes as he watches David stumble to his car. Why is he so pissed? “Bye, guys. See you tomorrow.” You say, pushing Billy's chest, sighing in relief when he finally gives up and starts walking back into the snack bar.

Your heart is beating so fast you can feel it pounding against your chest. Billy gestures for you to walk in front of him as he gives one last glance at David's car as he speeds away. Running a hand through your hair, you notice how people are staring as you sit back on the table.

“That was unnecessary.” You burst out, still feeling hot from all the sudden commotion. You have your eyes set on Billy as he sits across from you, anger still clear on his expression.

Nobody ever did that for you. And you have dated before. Only two guys and for a short period of time, but still... You're surprised he'd go through all that trouble because of you, a girl he barely knows. “But thank you.” He's still so mad, like he's caged inside his rage. He keeps staring through the window as if waiting for David to return. “Billy?” You call him, standing up and moving to seat beside him, touching his shoulder. It seems to drag him out of his thoughts, and he looks at you, the anger vanishing, turning into something else. Something you can't name. “Thank you.”

“David is an asshole.” He simply says.

“He is.” Your eyes fall on your arm, still on his shoulder, so you move it away. “Nobody ever stood up for me like that. It's not that I can't deal with an idiot like him, but... It was nice.”

“Whenever you need, princess.”

The name and the smile make your stomach burn again, and you look down just in case you're blushing. As much you appreciate what he just did, you can't let any kind of feelings build up. “So...” You pull the plate with the fries closer, taking one and biting it. “You gonna be my bodyguard now? Beating up whoever calls me bad names?”

“I will if you want me to.”

You know he's smiling even though you're not looking. Biting your lip, you clear your throat. “I think that's ok. But I doubt David will cross my way again.”

“He better not.”

The rest of the night goes by calmy. When you're done with the fries, he gets you another milkshake even though you tell him you already had one. You stand by his car until the milkshake is over, and that's when you finally head home.

His car is do damn fast. Way too fast. You're looking at the road ahead, wondering how the hell he can drive at such a speed. “Billy, would you slow down a bit?” You ask, happy when he complies.

It's a little past eleven when he stops by your place, and you take a deep breath before opening the door. “Bye. See you tomorrow.” Smiling you step out of the car, walking around it. But you stop when you see he's getting out too.

“What? I'm gonna walk you to the door.” He shrugs his shoulders, and you look down as you both slowly walk to the front door. Once you get there, you awkwardly turn around, looking at him, noticing how the dim light from the porch lights up his face... He's cute. More than cute. He's... Very handsome.

Alright, stop staring now.

“Thanks again for the ride home... And for defending my honor, Billy Hargrove.” You mutter, your voice is strangely low.

“Anytime you need.”

“Yeah...” Clearing your throat, you gesture at the door behind you. “Gotta go.”

“Sure.” Billy looks down at you, and he suddenly moves closer. But before you can push him away, or even process what he's doing, you feel his lips on the apple of your cheek. It's almost unreal how his lips are soft. Billy doesn't come out as soft... He's rough, the bad guy. But this... This is confusing. You're sure you're blushing this time, frozen, as he pulls away. “Good night, (Y/N).”

“Good night,” you mumble, turning the door handle. But it doesn't open, so you try again. “Shit... Oh, it's locked.” You search on your pockets for the key, excited to get in and get the hell away from Billy. This is unfair. He knows the effect he has on girls. You struggle with the key, sighing in relief when the door finally opens.

“Did I just make you nervous?” He asks as you step inside.

“Good night, Billy,” you repeat, giving him a half-smile before closing the door.

Today's events are getting to your head. What Billy did was... Badass. Hot even. You're a girl, how are you supposed to feel after a guy punches someone to defend you? It's only natural, right? Right. Shit, you really need to talk to Monica.

Running a hand through your hair, you turn around, ready to take a shower and get some sleep. But your aunt's image by the stairs scare you, and you hit the door with your back.

She has a smile on her face, bright and wide. “Hello, honey. Who was that guy?”

[shall-we-imagine]

A dare is a dare! (Yukiya ReizenxReader AU)

Requested: 33. "I'm not weird. I am limited edition." + 34. "I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned." From this prompt list.

I'm so so sorry I know you've requested this ages ago and I took forever to write it so thank you for waiting. ❤ I've been in a horrible slump lately too :/ so consider this like a warm up and hopefully I'll write something cooler soon!

Genre: Fluff + humor

(Second person point of view)

"Your turn, Scarlett! Truth or Dare?" Amelia giggles.

"Dare!" Scarlett beams proudly.

"I dare you to order us some pizza; I am honestly very hungry." Amelia, the host of the sleepover, complains.

"That's your fault." You state, Scarlett nodding in agreement.

"A dare is a dare!" Amelia shoves her phone in Scarlett's face.

The blond shakes her head, but starts dialling the number anyway. "Shouldn't we order some for Yukiya too?" She wonders. Yukiya is Amelia's twin brother, and he's the only family member of Amelia's that's currently present at home; her parents are on an overnight trip of some sorts: you didn't ask for the details.

"Yeah, shouldn't we?" You turn to Amelia. Yukiya, in spite of being awfully attractive, is very shy and quiet, so you barely ever got the chance to utter more than a few words to him, if you even got to see him that is. Whenever you visited your bestfriend's house, he seemed to always keep himself locked up in that room of his. You sort of wished he didn't though, perhaps because of your undeniable crush on the blue-haired boy, just a guess though.

"Nah, he can eat leftovers if there's any." Indifferent, Amelia shrugs.

"You're so mean! I'll order one for him." Scarlett states. "Wait, what should I order for him?"

"Oh, good question!" Amelia perks up. Uh oh, that's never a good sign. "I wonder what Yukiya's favourite pizza is...(Y/N), you go ask him!" She smirks. You'd never really confessed to either of your bestfriends about the little thing you have for Yukiya, but you've always suspected they'd caught on, probably from the 'subtle' glances you'd give him whenever you get a chance to see him.

"Why me?!" Your cheeks heat up.

"It's your penalty for not doing the last dare you got." The two idiots nod eagerly, as if Scarlett's reason was very plausible.

"But this isn't fair! You turned my dare into a truth! Daring me to answer truthfully to your question isn't-"

"A dare is a dare!" Amelia shouts, cutting my complaints off.

"What are you scared of?" Scarlett inches closer to me smugly.

"Nothing!" I lie. "I'm gonna go ask him; I don't have a problem with that!" I lie again. Oh god, he's gonna see straight through me with those beautiful hazel eyes of his and just know I like him.

"Do I hear wedding bells?" Amelia sighs dreamily, as I was about to exit the room.

"Stop being weird! I'm only trying to get this over with; you're not the only hungry one here, you know!"

She scrambles off the fluffy, pink rug and rushes to her dresser, quickly and sloppily putting on her sunglasses. She crosses her arms, striking a 'cool" pose, "I'm not weird. I am limited edition."

After a few seconds of Scarlett and I staring in bewilderment, the former finally nods, "Yeah, that's definitely weird."

"You're both mean!" Amelia tears off her sunglasses and places them back on the dresser before taking her place back on the rug.

You shake your head in disbelief but do not say anything, leaving Scarlett to deal with that dork. Serves her right for selling you out anyway; you chuckle to yourself.

You tentatively walk to the end of the dimly lit hallway, purposely stretching out the time it takes to reach there by slowing down your steps.

Unfortunately but inevitably, you reach your destination. Heart pounding violently in your chest, you lift your fist up to knock on his door, but retract it to rehearse your lines a few more times.

After gaining the slightest bit of confidence you won't stutter the second he opens that door, you raise your fist again, but before your knuckles could collide with the wooden door, it flings open, revealing Yukiya in grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt.

"(Y/N)?" His eyes widen. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I-uhm, you know.." What are words? Cuz 'damn, you look good!' surely wasn't the correct thing I needed to say. "I- what pizza do you like?!" You blurt out, making it sound almost like a threat- like you were mugging him of his pizza preference.

Confusion spreads across his features, "Um, I like margherita? Why?"

"We're ordering pizza for you- I mean for us- I mean for all of us...including you." Yeah, go ahead, make a fool out of yourself; that's exactly what you planned to do!

He laughs. Oh god that beautiful laugh; you'd never seen him laugh before, but now he was laughing because of you. "Thanks." He smiles. Now, you might actually be hearing those wedding bells Amelia was talking about....

Speak of the devil. Amelia's door flings open, revealing the girls. "You're taking too lo- ooohhh, look at that!" The smug expressions they both wore were enough to drown you in humiliation and embarrassment.

"We already ordered the pizzas!" Scarlett exclaims and shuts the door, leaving you and Yukiya alone in the quiet hallway.

"What?! Hey! Wait, then why did you make me-" You shout but give up halfway through, knowing you'll recieve no answer anyway.

"Amelia already knows I only eat margheritas." Yukiya says quietly, a smile tugging at his lips.

"I figured as much." You sigh, accepting defeat.

After a few moments of awkward silence, neither of you knowing what to say, Yukiya breaks the silence with a gentle tone, "Well, do you wanna get a drink as we wait for the pizza?"

"Of course." You smile, and then smile even more upon viewing the way his face lit up at your agreement. Maybe you do have a chance.

You head to the kitchen, Yukiya leading the way even though you know this house about as much as he does, considering it's practically your second home. Amelia always invites you over, especially because her parents are barely ever home.

You take a seat at the dining table in their kitchen and watch as Yukiya rummages through their fridge. "Is chocolate milk okay?" He innocently holds up two small cartons of chocolate milk- the type kindergarteners would fall head over heels for.

You giggle, "Yeah, chocolate milk is perfect."

"Why are you laughing?" He sits opposite to you and hands you your carton.

"Nothing, nothing. It's just- it's cute; you're cute." The words come out before you get the chance to think them through. God, can the ground just swallow you whole right now?

A slight blush takes over Yukiya's normally pale skin, "Thanks. You're cute too." He mumbles.

Your heart did literal backflips. Well, maybe not literal, but it felt quite literal. "Thanks." You breathe out, fumbling with the chocolate milk carton in your hand before finally sticking the straw in and taking a sip of your drink.

For a while that's what both of you did, just quietly sip your chocolate milk, no words spoken. You wanted to say something; you needed to say something. It felt like a chance you had to take; you could finally catch the attention of your crush, but you're quietly drinking chocolate milk!

You open your mouth to speak, but the doorbell interrupts you.

"That must be the pizza." Yukiya gets up, dumping his empty carton in the trashcan before rushing to the front door. Dammit. Your time with him is over; did you really need to waste your time being so uncomfortable and awkward? Jeez.

Scolding yourself all the way towards the door, you almost lose hope of ever getting such a good chance to talk to him like that. But you see Yukiya holding up about seven boxes of pizza, looking like a frightened, confused puppy.

"Oh! (Y/N)! Could you help me? Just pull out the hundred in my pocket, please." He pleads.

"Sure." You rush towards him, quickly sticking your hand in his sweat pants' pocket, eager to release him of the struggle he's in. However, your rashness results in your hand brushing against something you didn't quite need to touch. Not at this stage of your relationship at least.

Your eyes meet his equally panicked ones. "I- um..I meant my jacket's pocket.." His cheeks turn bright pink to match yours.

You turn your head to look behind you- a coat rack with a single jacket hung on it. Yukiya's.

You could feel embarrassment radiating from both of you; you quickly pull your hand out of his empty pocket and clear your throat. "Sorry."

"Can y'all get it over with? I still have work to do." The delivery boy huffs, following it up with a roll of his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm sorry." You quickly pull the money out of Yukiya's pocket and make the payment while Yukiya waits with his tower of pizza boxes.

After you shut the door, the awkwardness seemed to suffocate you both. God, it was going so well; why did that need to happen?!

"I didn't mean to touch your-"

"I know. It's okay; I should've made myself clear." He gives you a reassuring smile, but you could still see how red his face is. Maybe it was just him getting tired of the pizza boxes though, you tried to lie to yourself.

"Uh, here, let me help you." You grab some of the boxes. "They're such pigs; I don't know how they eat all that." You joke.

"And Amelia was supposed to be on a diet too." He adds, laughing.

You join him, "So was Scarlett!"

After that, the incident was completely forgotten and you were able to actually enjoy your time with Yukiya and the girls without thinking of how you touched your crush's penis minutes ago.

"Yukiya, truth or dare?" Scarlett asks before taking a huge bite of her slice.

"Truth."

"Booorriiinng!" Amelia boos.

"Shut up; I have a juicy one!" Scarlett shoves her palm in Amelia's face.

For some reason, that made you nervous.

And judging by the way Yukiya glanced at you for reassurance, it made him nervous too.

"Okay, Yukiya, do you like anyone?" She smirks and looks at me.

"Why are you looking at me?" I raise an eyebrow.

"I'm not." She shrugs. "So? Yukiya?"

He stays silent for a few seconds but replies in a calm tone, "Yes."

The two girls squeal, scream, and jump around, but you could only sit there, your heart rate faster than the speed of sound. Your eyes meet his; now, if you were reading his invisible signals correctly, he was telling you it's you, but you could be imagining that, so no need to do anything stupid. Not again.

"Who is it?!" Scarlett practically jumpscares the poor guy.

"You already asked your one question. These are the rules, aren't they?" He smiles.

"Ugh, Yukiya, come on, don't ruin it!" Amelia groans.

"Cut it out! You can't force him to do whatever you want." You defend, earning a thankful smile from him.

"Yeah." He nods, to which the two girls slump down in annoyance. "(Y/N), your turn. Truth or dare?" Were your eyes playing tricks on you or did he just smirk at you? Oh god, he's too hot for existence.

"Dare." You gulp, hoping he's as nice as he seems.

He frowns.

"What's wrong?" Your eyebrows furrow in concern.

He chuckles sheepishly, "I didn't think of a dare."

"I did!" Scarlett volunteers. "Can I pick her dare?"

Before you could say No, absolutely not! Definitely not in a hundred years!, Yukiya had already agreed. Well, shit. Nothing good was about to come out of that little devil's lips.

"(Y/N), 7 minutes in heaven with Yukiya, that's your dare." She grins like she just won some sort of battle.

"That's a different game! Stop twisting the rules as you please!" I complain.

"A dare is a-"

"Oh my god, Amelia, if you say that one more time, I might punch you."

"Someone needs a hug." Amelia pouts sarcastically.

You sigh. If this was a cartoon, steam would be rushing out your ears by now.

"It's okay; we just need to stay in a closet for seven minutes, right?" Yukiya's hazel eyes bore into yours, delaying your response for a few seconds.

"Um, uh, yeah."

"No problem then." He grabs you by your wrist gently and leads you to Amelia's closet, both of you choosing to ignore the wolf whistles coming from the two girls on the floor.

"Okay, this is too cramped." You breathe out after the closet door was shut.

"Tell me about it." Yukiya lets out a light laugh.

"On the bright side, we get to escape their teasing for seven whole minutes." I propose.

"True." He agrees.

Silence consumes the small space after that.

It was fairly hot outside the closet, so inside it was just hell, basically. Plus, you weren't a fan of not being able to see anything. You were also scared of moving at all because you really didn't need any more accidents.

"Yukiya?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you actually like someone?"

He remains silent for longer than you would've liked but eventually gave a response.

"Yes."

"Do I know her?"

"Yes."

Curiosity was getting the best of you. "Can I get a hint?"

"Technically speaking, you can, but that doesn't mean you will."

It was extremely unusual for Yukiya to tease someone, from what you knew at least, so that made you feel special in some way.

"Pretty please?"

"I don't know. What would I get in return?"

You paused for a few seconds. Then did something extremely brave. A side effect of the darkness, or maybe the heat had melted your brain to a puddle.

You blindly reach out for him and work your way up to his neck. You stand on the tip of your toes and pull him closer to you, praying your lips collide with his and not have some awkward interaction where you kiss his chin or something. Then, you'd have to move to Ireland and hide your real identity for the rest of your life.

By some miracle, it happened. Your lips and his moved against each other with ease. His lips were slightly swollen due to his habit of biting on his lip when nervous, but they were soft nevertheless. Easily, what you'd planned to be a quick peck had turned into a passionate kiss.

You pull away, slightly panting. "Does that work?" You tease.

"Better than anything I'd dreamed of." He rests his forehead on yours. "I guess I turned out liking you a lot more than I'd originally planned."

The door to the closet flings open, leaving you feeling vulnerable and humiliated for some reason.

"Are we interrupting something?" Scarlett wiggles her eyebrows at the two of you.

"Ewww, I can't believe you just kissed my brother." Amelia whines, earning a smack from Scarlett.

"We planned that, you scatterbrain."

"I know, but still."

"I hate you both." You step out of the closet.

"Why? We got you a boyfriend." Amelia stares.

Your cheeks heat up. "Just shut up, will you?"

"Honestly, if anything, we should hate you; where are our boyfriends, (Y/N)?" Scarlett complains.

"That's not my fault!"

"You're saying there's something wrong with us?!" Amelia fake gasps.

You face palm and turn to Yukiya, who just gave you a sympathetic smile. "Yukiya, you have more of that chocolate milk?"

"Lots and lots of it." He laughs.

"Off we go then." You link your arm with his, turning him towards the door.

"You traitor!" Your bestfriends call out after you.

Well, it's their fault for 'getting you a boyfriend' after all.

[fivesoskingdom]

"You're going to get me killed." gang!Ashton (Golden Star Fanfic)

A/N: Sixth part is here, dear partners. I'm happy that you guys liked the last one, but this one is better, I promise, OK? And please, a beautiful anon said how I could make the "read more" in the app (I don't use computer), so I'm trying. Can you guys say if it works?

Summary: You're finally getting what you wanted: being away from Ashton's gang and himself. But maybe this isn't the best thing right now. And maybe, for a couple of minutes, you actually wanted Ashton as close to you as possible.

Remember: The next chapter only comes if this one gets, at least, 30 notes.

You can find the previous parts here

Hope you guys like it, don't forget to reblog, so I can know that there's someone out there liking my stuff. 💋

Ashton waited for you for about three hours in front of your house, his car parked where you could see him as soon as you got to your street. It was odd for you to see him there since he never show up before and you also realized that you didn't saw any guy walking you home today. Secretly you wished that it was Luke's day because after the hell day you got, you could use a good talk at home with some pizza.

"Last time you were here you were covered in blood. Good to see that's not happening today." you pointed while opening the door.

"Yeah, didn't got any shot in the last month." he said getting out of his motorcycle and going to you, entering your house behind you. "And the shot you took care is the only one I don't have a scar."

"Well, good to know that. I'm not a plastic for nothing." you smiled.

"I wondered about your specialty. Good to know it's plastics."

"Seriously, Irwin?" you left your stuff at the dinner table and got to the kitchen to take two glasses of wine. "Never bother to ask to any of my dear followers?"

"Nah." he smiled getting the glass of you, going to sit in the couch and you followed him. "Wanted to ask myself."

"OK, now that you know that I'm a plastics, what are you really doing here?" This was, by far, the strangest interaction you two ever had. You were sitting on the couch with your legs crossed, looking at him, he was sitting more formally, the glass of wine spinning in his hand.

"We need to talk. And it's serious."

"Please, don't say that the guy I hit wants to kill me. You said you would protect me."hearing that kind of words was never a good thing, hearing from someone like Ashton was even worse.

"He's not a threat anymore." he said and you raised one eyebrow. "He's alive, you just really teached him a lesson and I made sure to teach one or two more as well."

"So, what's so important that made you come here yourself?" you never bothered to turn on the main light, the whole room being illuminated by the little yellowish lights you had, making it all really cozy. Ashton stayed in silence for a while, pondering how and what say to you, you took your time to analize him. His face was some kind of soft, he wasn't looking scary or even mad, for once, a little scar, almost invisible, was near to his eyebrown and you knew it was new. Being a plastic surgeon made you really observant to the little things.

"Listen, I'm not going to follow you everywhere anymore." he started with a sigh.

"Oh my God, thank you!!!" you almost screamed, making him giggle, shaking his head in denial. You could, actually, kiss him because you were so happy.

"Yeah, don't get all excited. Here's the thing: Someone from Noah's gang saw us following you and now we think that they think that you're something important to us, what means that they can get you." now his soft face was worried, his lips were in a thin line. You mind started to buzz and it was nothing with the wine, your heart raced and you felt your hands sweat.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" you get up, completely shocked. "You put me in danger and now you're going to leave me all by myself? What the actual fuck?"

"Can you please sit your ass down?" he asked taking a deep breath, looking at you when you didn't. "Seriously, sit." he pulled you, almost making you fall at his lap, he realized that too and took him some seconds to talk again. "Listen, stop screaming." he looks again at you "If we keep following you, they're going to get you at some point to discover why we are doing this, so Calum suggest that we follow you from far, by an app." he explained calmly, his hand never left your arm and you were starting to feel weird with his touch. "Harry, our tech guy, developed this app that will show us your live location all the time, real time. Here." he finally let your arm go to hand you a box, when you open it you see a necklace, it's golden and it has a little pendant in form of a golden star with an little A jammed. It was, actually, really cute. "This is a chip and a button, it shows me where you are any time."he shows you his app, the map showing your location at your house. "You can't take this, are you listening to me? Never. Not to sleep, not to shower, not even in the hospital. Specially not in the hospital." he gets up, going to behind you so he can put the necklace on your neck. "If you ever need anything, if you get in trouble, press the star, it will alarm my phone and the guys as well and we will be able to find you anywhere." he sits in front of you again.

"You're going to get me killed." you say with your voice below a whisper, looking to your lap. "This is insane." all your rage became fear. No, you didn't liked to be followed, no, you never thought it was necessary, but now you were being really in danger, now you could really die because of this man in front of you.

"Listen to me." he makes you look at him raising your face with his fingers on your chin. "You're not getting killed, do you understand? You saved my life and I will be in debt with you for it forever, so if you die, I'll die with you." he smiled at you, a warm smile that maybe in any other situation would make you want to get in his lap and kiss him, but now it only makes you feel sad.

"Why, Irwin? Tell me." you ask with your eyes in tears, your voice may be low, but he can hear how mad you're at him again. "I didn't asked for any of this. Now I'm going to be between two gangs?"

"You saved my life and I can't just let this go. Trust me, you'll be safe." he smiles to you and you roll your eyes, slapping his hand of your chin. "You're way too stubborn, you know that? I don't know how you remain alive." he rolled his eyes as well, completely annoyed by your attitude.

"Yeah, I won't be a problem for much longer, right? Good for you." you get up to go to your room. "You know your way out. Please don't come again, I don't wanna die."

As you started to walk away, Ashton got up from the couch and before he could stop himself, he was already right behind you, getting in your room. You saw him and was about to tell him to go, but he was faster and pressed you against the bedroom wall with his own body. Your heart skipped a beat when you felt him so close, his breath fanning all over your face since he was taller than you. Ashton's eyes were watching everything on your face, looking how you were reacting and he felt a heat over his body when you slightly opened your mouth before bitting your bottom lip. It took him all his self control to not kiss you right the way.

"I don't care what you think about me or this whole situation." he started, whispering. "I don't care if you hates me because I followed you or anything else. But I'm saying this to you: I'll never let anything happen to you." you couldn't stop your eyes from looking all over his face, absorbing every little detail from his hazel eyes to his pink lips. Didn't matter how much you kind of hated him, you couldn't deny how freaking handsome he was. But you always knew that, you knew from the day one, when you were sitting on his lap to take care of his face. Even with blood all over his body, even being so pale that you got afraid that he would really die, even so you could see how handsome he was. But being this close were a whole new level and even though he was trying really hard to not let anything appear on his face, you could read the lust in his eyes the same way he could read on yours.

"I don't know if you really believe in that."you said at his same tone, his lips turned up in a little smirk.

"I never broke a promise, sweetheart. This isn't going to be the first one." he took your chin again between his fingers and he looked directly into your eyes. "You don't know what I'm capable of doing for the people I'm loyal to."

"You never had to be loyal to me, Irwin." you shook your head a little, since his hand didn't let you move too much.

"I did. I do. And I feel that I'll always have to. Each day more." the smirk never got out of his lips. "Be good, OK? You know how to reach me." and then he kissed the conner of your mouth, getting out of the room and letting you absolutely breathless, incapable of understanding a thing about what just happened. Little did you know, that he didn't understood either, that the whole way back home he was cursing himself for the urge he felt of kissing you, more than that, the urge he felt to keep you so close to him that you wouldn't be able to move. Actually, he wanted you to move, maybe under him, on your bed that was almost screaming his name. He thought about you screaming his name and not in the way you're used to. You made him hard and you didn't even touched him. Half way home he turned around, going to the only place where he could solve his little problem for a while, making him smile when he saw the big red neon letters. "Hell on heels."

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