#which is to say yeah you’re right that wouldn’t help. wish I could lean against you.

[moonsgemini]

nobody knows - rafe cameron

summary: a secret relationship between the kook king the sweet innocent kook & bathroom sex

warnings: 18+, cursing, reader being jealous, alcohol, SMUT, slight choking, semi public sex, pinv

an: hiiii hope y’all enjoy <3 this is a lil shorter than my usual stuff. I need drew starkey bad !! Might turn this into it’s own lil universe

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This party was going to kill you. The scene in front of you calling for you to do something irrational. It was almost as if he wanted you to accidentally spill wine on Lindsey’s head.

The way her hand constantly found a place on his bicep has you gripping your glass a little tighter. The friendly smile on Rafe’s lips not helping ease your jealousy. Neither was the way he kept leaning down so he could hear her better, as if they were at a rave. It was a fairly small party for crying out loud there was no need for that.

If you had super powers the entire back yard would be lit up in flames with the way you were glaring at the pair. Of course he also wore that shirt you loved on him. The one you had mentioned on multiple occasions that it was your favorite.

You wished you could go over there and yank him down by the collar and smush your lips against his. Let everyone know that it’s your name he’s moaning at night and his lips and body that have your coming undone almost every night.

You wished everyone knew exactly what was going on between them. Then you wouldn’t have to disguise your jealousy as a head ache. You knew it was because of you that the two of you snuck around but you’re starting to want things to change. You couldn’t stand the sight of your man giving another woman attention.

“Garrett is such a dick I can’t believe I didn’t dump him sooner,” Her friend Nessa mumbled.

She hummed and nodded in agreement while finishing off the last of her wine. Not really paying attention to what her friend was saying.

“You’ve been quiet today. More than usual, all good?” Your friend Nessa asked.

You nodded, “Yeah just have a head ache again.”

“Then lets get you another glass, being drunk will help with that,” Nessa grabbed your hand. She led you back over to the small cocktail bar that was set up which was right past Rafe and Lindsey.

As the pair of you passed them you pretended not to see Rafe. Obviously Rafe’s eyes followed you, not really paying attention to whatever the girl in front of him had been yapping about.

He was trying this new thing where he wasn’t going to be an asshole to people. Unless they deserved it obviously, but it was really fucking hard when all he wanted to do was talk to you. The old him would have just ditched her mid sentence but that’s not who he wanted to be.

He watched as you poured yourself some more wine, your friend going on about something as you nodded along. His pretty girl always being the best listener.

After a minute you said something to your friend before walking into the house. After a few seconds Rafe said something about going to the bathroom and left the babbling blonde behind. He didn’t care he wanted to find you.

When he stepped inside he saw your half empty wine glass on the kitchen counter. He walked down the hall to the guest bathroom and knocked.

“I’ll be out in a minute Ness!” You shouted from behind the door.

“It’s Rafe,” he said.

The locked clicked and the door opened to reveal your pretty frame. You had chosen to wear that dress he loves in the color he loves on you. He wasn’t the only one who chose what they’re wearing for a specific reason. You poked your head out and looked both ways before tugging him inside by the collar of his shirt. He chuckled at your antics

“Don’t you think it looks more suspicious if we’re in here together?” He smirked with a raised brow. In all honesty he didn’t really give a fuck if people saw you two together but he knows you aren’t ready.

You rolled your eyes, “It’s not like you were flirting it up out there with Lindsey.”

His smirk widened at the realization that you were jealous. He liked how around everyone you were always sweet and polite, sometimes even a little timid. But with him it was a different story. He loved the way you talked back to him and rolled your eyes at him. He loved the dirty things that sweet innocent mouth said to him when he was relentlessly fucking you.

“You jealous baby?” He stepped forward so the small of your back hit the counter.

Your scowl deepened as you crossed your arms, “No.”

He reach up stroked your cheek gently. His eyes going down to your lips, “You being a tough girl now. Come on baby you know she doesn’t have anything on you.”

Your scowl softened, “Well it doesn’t matter because it’s not like she knows that.”

Rafe leaned forward and kissed your cheek then your jaw and continued his way down to your pulse point, “I’ll let her know, we can let everyone know princess. I can fuck you right here right now.”

You gasped at his words and at the scrape of his teeth on the sensitive skin of your neck, “Rafe,” you practically moaned.

“Doesn’t sound like you’re too opposed to that,” His finger slipped under your dresses strap and pulled it down. His lips kissing the newly exposed skin as he went down to your chest, “Make you scream my name as I bend you over.”

You wanted to talk back to him but you couldn’t as your eyes fluttered shut. His hands had moved down your waist and to your thighs. Slowly dragging his fingertips up them until he plucked at your stringy underwear letting it snap back against your skin. He made you such an incoherent mess and you loved it.

With everything in you you mustered back a reply, “You sure you want Lindsey to hear.”

He chuckled against the top of your breasts that were exposed. His fingers now pressing against your wet clothed cunt.

“It seems like you want her to hear baby,” He pressed his fingers against your clit and rubbed soft circles, “look at how wet you are huh. My dirty girl.”

A whimper escaped your lips at the sensation. His fingers slipped under your tiny panties and he slid them through your sopping cunt and groaned against your neck, “God I love how you feel.”

You tugged his face up to meet your desperate eyes as you pulled him in for a kiss. You both moaned at the feeling. You loved when Rafe fucked you but you loved kissing him even more. His fingers picked up the pace a little against your throbbing clit. You could feel your wetness dripping down your legs.

“Please let me fuck you right here baby,” He mumbled against your lips, “I’ll do it so good. I’ll make you cum all over my cock.”

That whole being more nice thing Rafe was working on never applied to you. You were probably the only person on the island who had ever heard the kook king say please and thank you. Sometimes he even practically begged to fuck you or eat you out. You lived for it. It made your skin tingle and your tummy flutter.

You nodded your head, “Yes Rafey.”

He pulled his fingers away from you and practically shoved them into your mouth. You loved it though, tasting yourself on his long thick fingers. Your tongue licking them clean. He bit his lip and groaned with hooded eyes. Rafe was utterly obsessed with you.

He pulled his fingers out with a pop and leaned in capturing your mouth in his in another searing kiss. It was sloppy and made your head spin. He pulled away spinning you around. Your hands landed on the counter to steady yourself as he hiked your dress up to your waist.

Rafe gave your ass a firm squeeze and took a few seconds to admire you on this position. He loved that he could still see your pretty face in the mirror, he could see just how fucked you were for him. Your swollen lips, hooded eyes, and messy hair all because of him. It made his heart beat faster and his ego grow. He loves that no one else has known you in this way until he came around.

You watched as he began to undo his pants and pull his thick cock out. You whimpered at the sight of him stroking himself a few times. Grabbing the tiny string of your panties he pulled it to the side before lining himself up with you.

“You’re a fucking dream,” He groaned as he slipped his tip in. The warm wetness of your pussy making him throw his head back. Slowly he slotted himself in you. The feeling of you clenching around him already getting him so close.

“Fuck you’re coming home with me,” He groaned as he began moving in and out.

You nodded with hazy lust filled eyes. You’d do anything he asked of you. The feeling of him stretching you out was out of this world. You didn’t understand how he was always able to hit that spot that had your back arching and mouth forming into an o.

He fucked you as quietly as he could. Rafe didn’t give a fuck if people heard but he knew you did. It’s not like you were embarrassed of Rafe and he knew that. It would just make things complicated if people knew. There’d be constant prying and knit picking at everything you two did and how you acted.

“Oh Rafe,” you mumbled standing up so your back was against his chest. He groaned and wrapped one of his hands around your throat. Your head fell back against his shoulder.

Rafe’s other hand found it’s way to your chest. He pinched one of your nipples and squeezed your breast. He did the same thing to the other one before sliding down your stomach and to your clit. He rubbed circles as he continued to thrust into you.

He moved the hand that was around your throat to hold your jaw. Tugging your head down to look in the mirror.

“You see that baby, He nodded towards your reflection, “see how good you look when I’m inside you. My girl takes me so damn well.”

“I-I mmmph oh Rafe,” you mumbled incoherently but he knew what you were trying to say. He could tell you were close by the way you tightened around him and the way you dripping down him.

“I know,” He groaned, “I’m there too.” A loud moan began escaping you but rafe moved his hand up quickly to cover your mouth.

“Shit look at you, no one will ever compare. Fuck I’m all yours,” He grunted.

Your moans were muffled by his big hand as you came. He wasn’t farm behind as he buried his face in your neck as he came inside you.

“Well we’ve never done that before,” you giggled.

He huffed a laugh, “I’m pretty sure we’ve done that plenty of times before.”

You shook your head, “We’ve never done it in a bathroom at a party.”

He smirked as he pulled out of you and adjusting your clothes for you. He gave your ass a gentle slap, “I should make you jealous more often.”

You rolled your eyes and turned around to face him, “So what if I was jealous.”

He kissed you, “You have nothing to be jealous of. I’m yours.”

You smiled softly as your heart swelled, “Rafe maybe we should tell people.”

His eyes widened slightly, “Really?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his excitement, “mhmm I want to go on dates here in town. I want to be the one who has your attention all night and when I get too drunk you drive me home.”

He smiled, “Sounds perfect.”

After fixing yourselves to look presentable again you opened the door and led Rafe out not really thinking. But before you could even step through the doorway you were face to face with Lindsey who had a scowl on her face.

“Finally,” she rolled her eyes but then she saw the person standing behind you, “oh that’s where you disappeared to?” that scowl never leaving her.

Rafe nodded with a smirk, “My girl needed me.”

You blushed as you stepped past her with Rafe’s hand in yours with smiles plastered on both your faces.

[trash-bin-ary]

Hmmm I feel like I’m a lot better at comforting people online than in person which is a real problem when the best thing I can think of to do to help is being someone to lean against and squeeze.

[embarrasingmf]

₊˚ෆ | old wishes | S.B (3)

SUMMARY: Ben decides to look some stuff up on Hughie’s laptop, finding how different certain videos are nowadays.

WORD COUNT: 900.

WARNINGS: not proofread, suggestive / 18+, mention of porn bc its ben and someone suggested this idea, use of Y/N, swearing.

A/N: SORRY FOR NOT POSTING, I WENT TO THE HOSPITAL OVER THE WEEKEND N I’VE BEEN SUPER BUSY W COLLEGE😣 new theme so that means new text color!

part one! | part two! | part four!

After wrapping up a mission with Butcher and everyone else, you tiredly trudged into the little office hideout.

You made a beeline for the worn out couch sitting by a big window overviewing the city, plopping down onto it with a weary sigh.

Leaning your head back and closing your eyes, it didn’t even take a minute until someone ran up to you.

“Y/N! You gotta help me-“ Hughie said in a worried tone.

You lifted your head to meet his gaze, and he must’ve seen your annoyance because he mumbled an apology.

“What is it?” You questioned with a grumble.

“It’s Ben.” Hughie said simply. “He stole my computer to uh, ‘research some stuff’ as he said.”

You scoffed, waving a hand dimissively to brush him off. “He’s probably tryin’ to figure out how your laptop works more.”

“I would think that too!” He quickly defended.

“If I didn’t hear noises coming from his room later…” Hughie added as an afterthought.

That got your attention, and you immediately shot up.

“What?! He stole your laptop to look that shit up?!” You exclaimed, immediately knowing what Ben was talking about.

Hughie nodded, “yeah. So I was wondering if you could get my—“

He didn’t even have time to finish his sentence before you got up from the couch and stormed off to Ben’s room.

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You prepared yourself for the sight of Ben possibly getting himself off while watching some porn video he had found on the web when you barged into his room.

…but you didn’t find that.

You found Ben leaned back against the headboard of his rather tiny twin size bed that barely fit him, an irritated expression on his face.

“Ben. What are you doing?” He immediately perked up hearing your voice at his doorway, his eyebrows raising.

“Oh thank fuck you’re here. I need someone to complain to. C’mere.” Ben motioned to the side of the bed, and you reluctantly walked over to be greeted by the sight of two people going at it like animals.

“I mean, I knew porn changed over the years, but I didn’t think it changed this much.” Ben complained with a groan, gesturing to the screen.

You uncomfortably nodded, looking back at Ben.

“Why don’t you give this back to Hughie? He needs it.” You reached out for the laptop, but Ben snatched it away.

“Hell no. Not ‘till I’m done complaining.”

You sighed, shoulders sagging as you knew you wouldn’t be able to convince him. You snapped a hand in his direction in gesture for him to go on with his ranting.

“First off, this girl is moaning so fuckin’ loud. Back then, the moans were natural, y’know what I’m saying?” Ben flashed you a cheek smirk.

“And these things they’re doing are weird as hell. I’ve seen this one guy spit into the other girls mouth.” Ben huffed.

“It was kinda hot,” He added. “But still weird as hell!”

You shook your head, rolling your eyes. “Okay I get it, now can I bring Hughie his laptop back?”

“Nope! Not until I find a good one.” Ben chuckled as he returned to the homepage of the site and started scrolling.

“Ben—“ You tried to protest, but Ben held up a finger to shut you up; which worked, pathetic as it sounds.

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You awkwardly sat in some chair you pulled up next to Ben while he watched a few videos before making a comment about how bad or weird they were before continuing on his quest for a good video.

Within those minutes, you tried to convince Ben to give you the laptop so you could return it to its rightful owner; all which fell on deaf ears.

It wasn’t until you got an idea — a slightly evil idea — that you started to lose hope.

Said idea was to lie to Ben and tell him that if he continued to use that site, that he’d give Hughie’s laptop a virus and it wouldn’t be able to be used anymore.

“Hey, Ben.” You said, easily getting his attention.

“I think you should really get off that site, you might give his laptop a virus.”

“A virus?” Ben tilted his head to the side like some cat or dog. “Like it’ll get sick?”

“No, Ben.” You sighed at his obliviousness. “Like Hughie won’t be able to use it anymore.”

Ben’s face fell.

“You mean I won’t be able to look stuff up on that bitch’s computer?” He asked incredulously.

You shook your head, holding back a laugh at his shock.

“Nope. You can’t use Hughie’s computer anymore if that happens.”

Ben scoffed, as if the idea was stupid, and closed the tab before handing the laptop to you.

You grabbed the laptop and watched him cross his arms, chuckling under your breath.

“Well I’m gonna go give this back to Hughie, okay?” Ben nodded.

You quickly walked out and located Hughie, holding out the laptop for him.

“Thanks, Y/N! but how did you get him to give it up?” Hughie couldn’t help but be curious.

“I may or may not have told a little white lie about how you’d get a virus on your computer and it’d be unuseable in the future.” You explained with a grin.

Hughie let out a laugh, shaking his head. “And I’m guessing he didn’t even get suspicious about it?”

“Nope.”

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[luxaofhesperides]

Ghostlights cuddling for comfort, but also they're oblivious idiots who are pining over each other but thinks its unrequited

“Ugh,” Duke says, dropping down onto the bench besides Danny.

Danny nudges him with his shoulder. “Rough night?”

“Slept for like an hour,” Duke mutters, “This sucks. My head’s going to burst like balloon and my eyes are about to fall out.”

“Yikes. You know, you could have just canceled for today. I wouldn’t have minded.”

Duke sighs and presses the heel of his palms against his eyes. “Maybe, but I would have minded. We barely see each other anymore, man. I’ve missed you.”

“Oh.” Danny bites his lip, trying and failing to stop from smiling. Something soft in his chest glows at the words, a growing spark of happiness in knowing that for this, at least, the feeling is requited. It’s nice to hear that he was missed, and it would be even nicer if Duke wasn’t in pain, pushing himself just because he didn’t want to cancel. Carefully, Danny reaches for him and pulls his hands away from his face. “Here,” he says, “Let me.”

His hands are always cold. Most of him is cold, really — side effect of having an ice core. Sam told him once that his hands were better than an ice pack, and he’s hoping she’s right or this is going to be weird. 

Danny gently presses his fingers against Duke’s temples, his hands cradling Duke’s face. Duke is tense for a few seconds, then abruptly relaxes, leaning into Danny’s hands. 

“Is this helping?” he asks, voice hushed to keep from aggravating Duke’s migraine.

“Mhm. Yeah, it feels great. Thanks, Danny.”

Duke goes completely limp, leaning against Danny. They sit there for a minute in silence, the rest of the world feeling far away. As nice as it is to just exist together, he knows what Duke needs most right now is quiet and stillness. Gotham is very much not that, and every honking car that passes by makes Duke wince, trying to turn away from the road even more.

“Hey, let’s head back to my place. It’s close by, and a lot quieter than out here.”

“Are you sure? I know we planned to go to the arcade today…”

“The arcade can wait. You’re more important.”

Duke blinks open his eyes and looks at Danny with something soft in his gaze. Being so close together, barely any space between them, with Duke looking at him like that makes Danny’s cheeks flush red, unable to think anything but please kiss me.

Which is never going to happen. Duke is his friend, and just his friend, no matter how much Danny wishes they could be something more. It’s a pipe dream, something so impossible it’s almost laughable. 

Duke likes being friends with normal human Danny. He doesn’t want to imagine how he would react if he found out about Danny being half ghost, assuming this imaginary reveal happens without Danny being hunted down and cut open by GIW agents. 

He’s still in hiding, always waiting for the worst as he stays in the apartment his friends (living and dead) had set up for him. The building is for ghosts so it technically doesn’t exists, which means it’s the safest place for Danny while he’s actively being hunted by the US government. 

He can’t be honest with Duke. Can’t be as close to him as he wants to be. Duke deserves more than to be dragged into Danny’s problems and put in danger.

Even so, Danny can’t help but want him around, pushing his luck each time they hang out.

“Come on,” Danny urges, standing up. He pulls his hands away and Duke’s brow immediately furrows, his pain returning. “It’s only a few streets away.”

Duke sighs, then visibly braces himself before he stands up. Danny tucks himself into Duke’s side, taking as much of his weight as he can as he walks them down the street. It’s times like these that he wishes he could reveal his powers safely and just fly them to his apartment. But even without the GIW gunning for his head, showing off powers in Gotham is a sure fire way to get a target painted on his back.

“Almost there,” he says as they turn a corner. 

His apartment doesn’t have a fixed address. It doesn’t have a fixed location at all, drifting around, but it likes this street the most, so this is where it usually is. Danny takes them halfway down the street, then turns into an alley, following his ghost sense. 

Where there’s usually a dead end is instead a building, looking as if it’s always been tucked away in this alley. Danny keeps a tight grip on Duke as they climb the front steps, silently asking for the building to let him stay while he’s with Danny. The door opens easily, which is as good as an agreement, and they’re inside without anything going wrong. The small entrance lobby is empty, with an area for packages filled with clearly magical artifacts carelessly wrapped in bubble wrap. 

Danny drags them past that quickly, hoping Duke doesn’t notice, and calls the elevator down. It arrives silently, the doors opening to let another tenant out. Carefully, Danny positions himself in front of Duke, making sure he doesn’t see how the tenant, who nods at Danny, has a still bleeding wound in his stomach that has him nearly split in half. 

“Alright,” he says, ushering Duke into the elevator, “Just a little ride up and then you can lay down.” He hits the button for the fourth floor and they ride up in silence, Duke dropping his head down to onto Danny’s shoulder again, wrapping his arms around his waist as he stands behind Danny. He’s glad Duke can’t see his face; there’s no doubt that he’s blushing like crazy and if that doesn’t give away his feelings, he doesn’t know what will.

Thankfully the elevator ride isn’t long. If Danny had to go for more than a minute with Duke breathing softly against his neck, his warm hands on his stomach, Danny would have collapsed into a pile of flustered goo.

He opens the door to his apartment and kicks his shoes off. Duke follows in suit, still plastered onto Danny’s back, refusing to let go. 

“Come on,” Danny says, leading him to the couch, “Sit down and I’ll grad you some water and painkillers.”

Duke nods against his shoulder, then slowly detaches himself from Danny and makes his way to the couch. He drops onto it gracelessly, pressing his face into a cushion. 

Danny winces. He must be feeling really bad. He knows how bad migraines can be with sleep deprivation, having suffered through high school with only a few hours of sleep at night, if he got to sleep at all. Frankly, it’s a testament to Duke’s strength that he lasted the entire walk to Danny’s apartment without complaint. 

He returns to the living room with a full glass of water and a bottle of Advil, setting them on the coffee table to crouch next to the couch and place a cold hand on Duke’s cheek. “Hey,” he says softly when Duke turns to look at him, “Is Advil alright? It’s all I had.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Thanks, Danny.”

Duke sits up and shakes out three pills, then washes them down with water. He drains the rest of the cup quickly, then falls back against the couch with his eyes squeezed shut.

“Is there anything else I can do to make you feel better?”

Duke immediately reaches a hand out for him.

“Um?”

“Sit next to me. I feel better when I’m next to you.”

“Oh! Alright. Bet you’re only saying that because my hands are cold.”

“You caught me,” Duke laughs, pulling Danny onto the couch. He goes easily, tucking his legs beneath himself, and places his hands on Duke’s temples again. “Man, I owe you my life.”

“I don’t think my cold hands are worth quite that much.”

Duke hums, but doesn’t say anything else, so Danny settles in and focuses on keeping his hands a little colder than normal. 

The apartment is quiet. No sound from outside can reach them, one of the few ways the building looks after its tenants. Danny and Duke fall against each other, at ease with each other. There’s no need to fill in the silence, and with Duke’s eyes closed, Danny doesn’t have to carefully shove down his feelings and act normal. He indulges in the warmth of Duke’s body pressed against his, a hand on his knee and an arm around his waist. 

He keeps his hands as steady as possible as he looks over Duke, adoring all the little details he can see; a small scar on his chin, the fullness of his lips, the way his hair falls into his face now that it’s long enough to keep in braids.

“I can practically hear you thinking,” Duke murmurs, “What’s on your mind?”

You’re cute, he thinks, I feel safe with you. I want to kiss you. I wish I could be brave enough to be honest.

I wish I was brave. I wish I was brave. I wish I was brave.

“Nothing,” he says. “Feeling better?”

“Yeah. I might fall asleep though.”

“That’s fine. You know I would never say no to a nap.”

“Come here, then,” Duke says, and before Danny can do anything, Duke gets a stronger grip on his waist and pulls Danny down on top of him as he falls back towards the arm rest and gets his legs on the couch.

“Duke!”

Duke laughs underneath him, and Danny can feel it roll through him. Okay! This is definitely something he’s going to think about… forever. Wow, he can feel Duke’s abs tense up as he laughs, and has he always been ripped? Unfair. Also unfairly hot. 

“Is this alright?” Duke asks, voice soft and quiet. There’s a hesitancy around his words that Danny doesn’t like hearing, and he brings his hands down to sweep his thumbs soothingly over Duke’s cheeks.

“Of course it is, man. I’d never refuse cuddles.”

“Okay. I’m gonna pass out now. Wake me in an hour?”

Danny moves his hands back up to his temples and says, “Sure. Get some rest, Duke. You really need it.”

He feels Duke relax beneath him, breaths slowing down as he begins to fall asleep. It’s peaceful and quiet and Duke is warm in a way Danny never can be with his ice core. He doesn’t mean to fall asleep, but curled up on the couch with Duke in the safety of an apartment that only barely exists has him drifting off in no time at all.

. . .

(Duke wakes up before Danny. Their legs are tangled together and Duke has moved during his sleep, turning so Danny is held tightly to his chest, his back to the cushions, while Duke is balancing very carefully at the edge of the couch. 

It’s been hours, and he should be heading home soon, but he stays as he is, enjoying this quiet moment for as long as he can have it. Danny is in his arms, safe and content with him, his head no longer hurts beyond a residual ache he can easily ignore, and he can admire how pretty Danny is without being worried about Danny catching his lingering stares. 

These moments are precious to him, rare as they are, and he wants nothing more than to kiss Danny once he’s awake and let his feelings be known.

But the Signal has lots of dangerous people after him, and Gnomon has started causing problems in Gotham again. So he’ll bite his tongue and keep his less platonic feelings buried under lock and key until it’s safe enough for Danny to be around him more often.

And when that time comes, he can only hope that Danny will feel the same way.

That’s all far away from the stillness of Danny’s apartment. All that matters is that he has Danny in his arms. Everything else can wait. 

For now, this is more than enough.)

[bluejeanstrash]

pt. 2 mansplain

pt. 1 manspread, pt. 3 manipulate

around 3 weeks had passed since ‘that’ night. you had stumbled back to your room with the aftertaste of cheol’s cum in your mouth and as you collapsed on your bed, exhausted, you decided it was a mistake.

so, you started avoiding him. in person that is. both cheol and his thick cock were still on your mind - memories of him bringing you to orgasm every night.

despite that, you did everything possible to make sure you wouldn’t run into him. so much so, that you kind of knew his schedule at this point. but it was stressful. your room was gross, dishes piling up since you could only go into the kitchen late at night to eat, and your sleep schedule was a complete mess. all the sneaking around and late nights had made you pretty fucking irritable. or maybe it was what happened 3 days ago.

you had been sneaking out to head to class early in the morning and as you passed his room, the door suddenly opened. of course you’d prepared for this, which is why you had headphones on, so you could walk by and pretend you didn’t hear anything. but there was a smell…and it smelled like sweet perfume. your head snapped - it was a girl.

her hair was a mess, her clothes obviously put on in a hurry, and she had the dumbest smile plastered across her face. like she’d never had a complex thought in her life. but despite it all,  she looked so blissfully happy. what did she look so fucking pleased for?

you caught cheol’s eye as he smiled at you, smug as ever, his bare chest peeking through the door. panicking, you hurried off not acknowledging either of them.

it had been playing on your mind since. sure, you had been avoiding him but you kind of thought he was spending every waking moment thinking of you.

and now, as you’re waiting for the water to come to a boil at 2 am to make some instant noodles, your mind goes back to it - who was she? you’re so preoccupied that you don’t even hear cheol walk in.

‘o-oh, look who it is’ he laughs as you jump at the sudden voice. fuck fuck fuck.

‘how are you?’ he asks coolly, leaning against the kitchen counter. it bothers you how unbothered he sounds.

‘good’

‘i’m good too.’ he says even though you didn’t ask.

silence.

‘are you not going to look at me? aww, do i make you nervous?’ he pouts, talking down to you. asshole. you really don’t want to feed his ego so you turn towards him, flashing him a forced smile.

fuck, he looks good. he’s wearing a loose black t-shirt and grey sweatpants with a thin silver chain around his neck. and even though you only looked at him for second, you can tell he’s not wearing any underwear, his cock hanging loose under his sweats. you feel your body getting hot at the thought. focus.

you reach for a pair of scissors, and as you go to grab them, they slip out of your now clammy hands, falling to the floor. cheol starts walking over to pick them up.

‘DON’T -’ you snap, making him stop mid-way. 

‘someone’s tense’ there’s that hint of satisfaction in his voice again.

‘i’m not tense’ you say, picking them off the floor.

‘mmm, you are’ he hums.

‘no’ you clench your teeth, irritated.

‘yeah, you are’ he insists. like it’s a fact. don’t you know?

‘no, i’m fucking not. why are you telling me how i’m fucking feeling?’

there’s an abrupt silence. and it continues for what seems like ages as you start feeling really uncomfortable. cheol watches you, looking directly at you while you look away. for a second you feel like he might leave. instead, he starts walking over to you.

‘do you…want me…to help you…release…some of that tension?’ he asks, coming one step closer with every pause.

you really wish he wouldn’t. just a few inches more and your brain will start getting foggy and stupid.

‘no…’ your voice is small.

‘no? so you don’t want me to return the favour?’ of course you did. it was childish but you wanted what she got - that blissfully stupid satisfied smile on your face.

you stay silent as he takes his last step, standing right in front of you. he studies your face, amused by how you can’t meet his eye. is it bad that you want him to kiss you?

and then he does. he leans forward, placing a soft wet kiss on your neck as you let out a low sigh. you finally look up at him.

there’s a look of pure arrogance in his eyes that turns you on more than it should. he grabs your face pulling you into a rough sloppy kiss. and as you kiss, you feel his hand travel down your body. he gropes your breast, squeezing it hard, before sliding his hand underneath your shorts.

as his fingers press against your damp core, you shudder. you’ve been craving this for so long that it feels almost surreal. dazed and dizzy, you grab onto his arms for support, suddenly realising how small your hands look on his biceps. it’s so hot. do you have a size kink now? you don’t know anything anymore.

he pulls your panties aside, his fingers making direct contact with your wet folds and slowly starts rubbing. you need more. so you spread your legs to give him better access, unable to control the pornographic sounds spilling out of your mouth.

‘how is it -’ he suddenly pushes two fingers into you as you let out an embarrassingly loud moan and starts thrusting ‘-that you’re always acting like a slut where people can see you?’

‘i’m not..a slut..’ you argue, sure as hell feeling like one.

‘mmm? look at you…dripping wet…moaning in my ear…getting fingered by a guy you barely know…and you’re not a slut?’ he curls his fingers up and you feel yourself tightening around him.

you have half a mind to argue that he was doing the same thing just a few weeks ago - acting like a slut in public - but when his thumb starts rubbing circles on your clit you decide there are more important things. like whatever feeling is building up between your legs.

‘aren’t you ashamed of yourself?’ he clicks his tongue. ‘letting just anyone stick it in your holes? first your mouth, now your pussy. filthy fucking whore’ he mocks, as you gush around his fingers.

every time he degrades you, you feel closer to your orgasm. you know that just a few more minutes and it’ll take over you. so, you try to push him away, grabbing his wrist.

‘seungcheol...please stop…if you keep doing that, i’ll cum’ it’s too soon and he had promised you his face between your thighs. this couldn’t be all, right?

‘so? cum’ he sounds bored by your concerns. it’s impossible to the hide the disappointment on your face. and before you can mask it he’s already seen it.

‘i asked you to cum’ he orders as his fingers start fucking you faster, his lips back on your neck, sucking that sweet spot below your ear. fuck it, you might as well. you let yourself go allowing the orgasm to build up and cum all over his fingers, your walls pulsing around him.

you hold yourself against him, breathing hard, as you feel it die down, disappointed it’s already over.

‘taste yourself’ he brings his fingers up and sticks them in your mouth, watching as you suck on your own juices.

and then, without warning, he lifts you up on the counter. ‘even i want to taste’ he hums, making his way down between your thighs.

‘take them off’ he tugs at your shorts. you feel your face burning as you pull your shorts and panties off, dropping them to floor.

‘go on, spread your legs, let me see your wet little cunt’ he orders, his tongue slowly grazing his teeth as he takes in the sight -  your pretty pussy all slick and shiny for him. how perfect.

as he stares, with an incredibly lewd expression on his face, you’re suddenly aware of how much of you he can actually see. embarrassed, you try and close your legs but he pries them open, the strength in his arms far greater than what you can muster.

‘isn’t this what you’ve been waiting for? why are you so embarrassed now?’ he asks, reaching forward to kiss your inner thigh. you feel faint.

‘do you think i don’t know that you’ve been playing with your pussy every night thinking about me?’ 

how did he know? 

‘making yourself cum by imagining my fat cock in your mouth…that’s what you should be embarrassed about you desperate slut’ you feel like you could cum again from his words alone.

‘seungcheol…please’ you don’t care anymore. you want just his tongue on you.

‘please what?’ he kisses closer, his nose accidentally grazing against your core, making you shiver.

‘please lick my pussy...i’ll do anything’ you beg.

you must’ve said the right thing because he pulls you forward, resting your legs on his broad shoulders. you feel his warm breath on you before he finally takes a taste of your slick cunt, letting out a low hum of approval, like when you have the first bite of something delicious.

you whimper as you watch him devour you - his tongue flat against you, giving you broad licks before curling at your clit. you’re already so sensitive from your first orgasm and you know you won’t last too long. especially because of how hot he looks - you can see the hint of a tattoo on his back and his thick cock erect under his sweatpants, the outline of which makes you feel stupidly aroused.

and just when you think he can’t look hotter he looks up at you, watching you through his pretty lashes as he eats you out. it’s so…intimate and as his licks get quicker and more intense, you feel yourself on the edge.

‘...don’t stop’ and he doesn’t. your eyes shut and your mouth falls open in anticipation of your orgasm. you can feel it, just a few more seconds. just anoth-

and then he stops.

your eyes fly open immediately. why, why, why? you were so close.

he smirks at your reaction and suddenly gets up, standing in between your legs. he wraps his hand around your throat and with a cold unfeeling look in his eyes says ‘tell me you’re my dumb slut.’

well, you did say you’d do anything and he wants to test how bad you want it. but there’s no way you’re going to call yourself dumb, especially in comparison to him. and there’s no way you’re calling yourself his property. right?

his eyebrow cocks up ever so slightly at your silence. you gasp for air as his fingers clench tighter around your neck. ‘tell me. you’re my. dumb slut.’ cheol repeats slowly.

you can never admit it but you’ve never been this turned on. you press your thighs together to calm down and are actually embarrassed at the lack of friction between them. you’re sickeningly wet.

very softly, barely above a whisper, you answer ‘i..i’m your dumb slut’

a slow smile creeps onto his face. he’s so so pleased with you and for a second you feel almost proud. he removes his hand from your throat and grabs your face, laughing cruelly ‘god, i love pathetic whores like you…throwing away your self respect so easily’ and just like that he’s in between your legs once again.

he grabs your legs, holding them up and apart as he eats you out, his tongue fucking your hole. there’s something about watching his tongue move in and out of you that makes you wish he would pull out his cock and fuck you right here, right now. focus.

you grab at cheols hair, pulling at it as he switches back to tasting you, giving light quick flicks against your clit. yes, that’s it. it feels so fucking good - his tongue licking around your swollen clit over and over again. as he continues, your eyes flutter shut and a smile spreads across your face. you can tell it’s that stupid fucking smile she had on hers. and now you get why.

you can’t tell if it’s the wet noises of how he’s slurping you up or the way his saliva is mixing with your juices making everything a slippery mess, or maybe both, but you feel the most intense orgasm building up, the knot in your stomach begging to be released.

‘i’m…i’m going to cum’ you moan, pushing his face into your cunt as he keeps going.

and as he gives you his last licks, you scream, euphoria taking over you body. he looks up, watching you, as you quiver with pleasure, coating his face with your sticky cum. and it just doesn’t stop - waves and waves of pleasure keep washing over you before you physically push him away, unable to take anymore. 

it was everything you imagined it would be. ugh.

you shut your eyes in the aftermath your intense orgasm, trying to come down from your high when you feel his tongue on you again, jumping at the sudden stimulation. ‘n-no…it’s too sensitive…’ you protest but as he starts giving you those light little tongue flicks again you feel your second orgasm die down and a third take its place.

a few minutes later he brings you to your third, less intense, but incredibly satisfying orgasm. as you come off it, you suddenly feel exhausted.

‘i can’t anymore...’ you mumble, completely drained. he looks at you for a second and nods, squeezing your thigh so as to say ‘good job’ before getting up.

you watch as he stands, lifting his t-shirt to wipe the wetness around his mouth before running his fingers through his hair. how is someone so fucking awful so hot?

he comes closer to you, placing his hands on your hips and your heart skips at the possibility of what could happen. but to your disappointment, he just lifts you up slightly helping you get down from the counter. he’s got that look on his face again - the one in which he feels like he’s figured you out.

‘well, now we’re even’ you declare, suddenly realising how naked you are compared to him. you hurriedly grab your clothes from the floor trying to cover up.

‘even?’ he laughs like you’ve said something incredibly stupid.

‘you cum all over me three times and we’re even? you owe me two extra orgasms -’ he stands right in front of you, lifting your face up with his hand ‘-and i’ll make sure you pay me back’

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Strawberry Lip Balm ✶ IV x GN! Reader

Warnings: drinking, kissing

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You had met iv through a friend of a friend. He slightly scared you at first, his mysterious nature and general presence making you nervous. Until he finally came up to talk to you, stating that his shyness usually came off the wrong way sometimes. You could tell he was nervous as well, his eyes never staying on yours long and his speech somewhat rushed.

The two of you had been invited to a small gathering of friends and acquaintances, which allowed you to talk to other people if things got too awkward between you and your new mystery friend. His small glances in your direction didn’t go unnoticed and you made an effort to smile at him if you caught his gaze. You’d like to think he was blushing under that mask of his. You were intrigued by him and found yourself wanting to know him, hoping he thought the same about you.

The night slowly died down, people leaving every 10-15 minutes as it got later. You excused yourself to the restroom, not wanting to leave before using it. IV noticed and stood up from his seat rather quickly.

“I’ve got to go too. I’ll walk you there.” He reached your side.

You smiled slightly. “Oh thanks!”

He led you out of the room and down a short hallway, stopping in front of a door on the left.

“Here’s one.” He slightly pointed into the dark room. “I’ll go use the one upstairs but I’ll meet you down here?”

“Oh, uh yeah.” You give him a laugh and smile before making your way into the restroom and closing the door behind you.

IV is out in the hall, his back against the wall in a casual lean when you open the door. He immediately straightens up when he sees you and by the way his eyes crinkle, you can tell he’s smiling at you. You smile back and step fully out into the walkway.

“So, uh I wanted to talk to you more tonight but it’s getting late and I don’t want to keep you out. Is there a chance we could meet again and get to know each other better?” His eyes stare into yours.

You silently cheer in your head, as you’ve waited all night for him to ask you a question like that. “Yeah, that sounds nice. Is tomorrow night okay? I’ve got kind of a crazy schedule.” You hope you don’t sound too excited.

“Tomorrow night is perfect. I know a nice pub not far from here if you’re okay with drinking?” The smile you wish you could see returns to his eyes.

“Yeah, I’m cool with that.” You say, in an attempt to sound cool and casual. The alcohol will surely help to soothe the nerves you’ll most definitely have.

“Great. Uh, could I get your number? I’ll send you the address and we can meet there?” He pulls his phone out of his pocket.

The two of you exchange numbers, you sending a small “hi :)” text to him to make sure he’s got the right number and pick a time to meet. You’re sad to leave, wanting to just talk now but he is right, it’s getting late and you have work in the morning.

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The day goes by in a blur. All you can think of is your little “date” with iv later, if that’s even what it is. You’re excited about the idea of getting to know him, to figure him out. When you get home from work, you take a quick shower and pick a simple but somewhat dressier outfit. You knew the place iv had picked wasn’t the fanciest but you still wanted to look nice.

You called a ride, knowing it wouldn’t be smart to drive home tonight. Out of nervousness, you called your ride early and arrived at the pub way earlier than the planned meeting time. You wanted a second to scope the place out, maybe get one drink in to calm down.

When the car pulls up to the sidewalk, you’re surprised to see iv standing outside. You tip the driver and push open your door. A small chuckle leaves your mouth as you walk up to him. “I guess we both had the same idea?”

He looks just as surprised as you and laughes. “I guess we did.” His head snaps to the side slightly. “Shall we head in?”

The pub wasn’t too busy, mostly full of what you assumed were regulars based on the way they chatted with the bartenders. It was still early in the night so you wanted a table before it got too crowded. It was your pick, settling on a booth in the far corner of the pub. Before iv sat down he got your drink order and excused himself, coming back a short time later with your drink of choice and his. He sat down across from you and lifted his mask slightly to take a sip of his drink.

“This is a nice place.” You said, setting your forearms on the table and leaning forward slightly.

“It’s not bad. Perhaps not my first choice but it’s homey.” He matches your position.

The conversation starts off surface level. Basic interests and dislikes. You know, favorite movie, color, food, 20 questions. IV gets up periodically to get refills and by the hour you’re pleasantly tipsy and not so nervous. IV is a great listener and is pleasant to talk to, always seeming genuinely interested in what you’re saying.

Having left to get another drink, he reaches the side of the table and instead of sitting across from you, scoots in next to you. Jokingly, he pushes up against you, crowding you against the wall. “Oops, just wanted to sit next to you. A little more crowded in here, wanna be able to hear you.” He laughs and lets his knee rest against yours.

He slides your drink over to you. His arm swings up and around your shoulders, his hips slide forward in the seat, body in a comfortable slouch. His other arm rests on the table, his fingers drawing shapes on his frosty glass. You internally scream. He’s closer now, touching you. He smells good and looks good. He’s showing his goofy side.

“So, tell me something you’ve never told anyone else.” He looks over at you.

You smile slightly, your shoulders coming up in a small shrug. “I don’t think anything I tell you would be all that interesting.”

“Oh come on. Everything about you is interesting.” He scoots closer, if that’s even possible.

His one question opens up a giant pool of conversation. You open up and tell him about some of your insecurities and some of your more unpleasant thoughts. The whole time he listens intently, giving you his undivided attention. It’s nice. To have someone who just listens. He doesn’t try to offer solutions, just gives you an ear. He opens up as well. Letting you see a little more of him and who he is. You’re grateful that he’s letting you in.

More drinks and more conversation ranging from deep to insightful to funny fill the next hour.

“These drinks are running through me. So, excuse me.” You jokingly poke and prod at his side in an effort to make him move.

“I’ve got to go too. I’ll walk you there.” You laugh as you stand up. His words are the exact same as yesterday and the whole reason the two of you are here tonight.

He places his hand on the middle of your back as he guides you through the significantly busier pub. The two of you both do your business once in the restrooms and meet outside.

While on your way back to your booth, you notice 4 people had made it theirs. Luckily you had brought your drinks with you and you had wanted to stretch your legs a little anyway. “I guess they beat us to it.” IV was behind you now, his voice close to your ear as he slightly leaned against you.

“I guess so!” You yell over the music before you feel iv grab your hand. He gently pulls you back through the small crowd, stopping at a wall on the far side of the pub. Less people and not as loud. Now in front of you, your back against the cool brick wall.

“Are you having fun? I’m sorry we have to stand now.” He leans down again, his temple brushing the side of your head.

“Yeah! And it’s okay, I was getting tired of sitting.”

He pulls his head back slightly but stays close to you. His eyes are glossy and you can tell he has a lazy smile on his face. You smile back, finding his tipsy state endearing.

Taking a sip of your drink, you’re reminded of your slightly chapped lips. You wanted to reapply your lip balm before you left the restroom but it had completely slipped your mind. You unzip the small bag you had brought and pull out the tube.

You look back up at iv as you take the cap off and find him still looking down at you. He sways forward an inch before leaning close again. “What flavor is your chapstick?” You don’t miss the way his eyes continuously flick down to your lips.

“Strawberry. You want a taste?” You rub your lips together and cap the balm. You’re genuinely surprised by your boldness, thanking the drinks in your system for helping achieve what you’ve wanted to do all night.

You see iv’s jaw tense slightly before he gives you a small nod. You can’t help but let out a drunken but giddy laugh as you bring your hands up to his mask. Your fingers slowly slip under, brushing his throat and neck before you pull it up over his chin and mouth.

You barely see him smile before you bring his mouth to yours. Giving him a small peck, you pull away just slightly, looking for a reaction. IV quickly leans back in, one arm coming to rest on the wall behind you. Your second kiss lasts longer but stays relaxed. You feel him smile into the kiss before you pull away to look at him.

He laughs. “I don’t think I got a good enough taste. Could I have another?” His hands rest on your hips, giving them a small squeeze.

“I guess that would be okay.” You joke, bringing your hands up and around the back of his neck. Pulling him back down to you, giving him another taste of your strawberry lip balm.

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I’ve had this idea rotting in my head for weeks now so here!!!

Once again, I apologize if this is shit.

Also, requests are open so if you want to see anything let me know!

K, bye bye.

[hyunsvngs]

A full length!? You would bless us with full length!? Did you hear me scream??

Oh oh on topic of betas, what about our beta boys feeling like insecure about not being an alpha or even omega and you reassure them they are perfect and enough whether it be in a cute way or....our nasty favourite way 😂😂

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i WOULD AND I WILL BLESS YOU WITH A FULL LENGTH FIC. lemme just think on who to do it abiut and it will happen:3 HERES COMFORTING BETAS BINNIE, HYUNNIE AND SEUNGIE:3

changbin:

“do you ever feel… disappointed that i’m a beta?”

you let your book fall to your lap as soon as changbin speaks. when you look at him, he’s timid, glasses on his nose and his fluffy hair ruffled. he was scrolling through his phone and had undoubtedly seen something upsetting, which always annoyed you - how could you feel disappointed when he’s so fucking beautiful?

“binniebug, you’re perfect,” you coo, sidling up close to him on the sofa. he immediately blushes, the little downturned smile coming to his lip as he pulls you in with his massive arm. “you’re so perfect. i love the way you smell, and i couldn’t handle you being an alpha. y’know they’re too… alpha-y for me.”

changbin giggles, rubbing his head against yours with a sweet ‘aaaang’ sound. “so, you don’t ever wish it even when, like, you’re in heat?”

you scoff. “if you’re looking for sexual validation honey, i think you got enough of that last night. you do more than enough for me during my heats and i could never wish for anything more. not even a knot - not when i’ve got your pretty cock at my disposal.”

“hey! i’m not at your disposal, i’m not an object-“

you grin, looking up at him. “not an object at all, binnie. what i’m saying is… you’re telling me you wouldn’t want to have sex right now?”

changbin blushes brighter, his nose scrunching. “well, yeah.”

“exactly my point,” you chime, looking at his phone. he’s watching some podcast on youtube that’s guaranteed to have said something upsetting. “you’re perfect, binnie.”

he’s timid when he replies. “you promise?”

“i promise.”

hyunjin:

hyunjin’s never gotten annoyed about his presentation. it made sense to him. he was the perfect balance - soft and beautiful, but tall and broad. what more could he want? it all changed when he learned you had an omega ex and went and pouted in the other room for a solid ten minutes.

you knocked on the door, not waiting for a response before you opened it a crack. “hyunnie?”

“you can come in.”

when you entered, he was fiddling with a canvas. he’d stress cleaned his studio, sitting cross legged on the floor in his pyjamas. it didn’t surprise you, but you still cooed, going over to sit opposite him. “hyunnie, baby, you know it doesn’t mean anything. i’m way happier with you than i was with him.”

hyunjin perks up, scratching the back of his head. “really? was he an asshole?”

you scoffed. “beyond the level of an asshole. you’re perfect. the one thing i would change about you is that you’re way too hard on yourself.”

“i can’t help it,” he mumbles. he starts fiddling with the canvas nervously again. “i just want to be perfect for you.”

“baby, you are,” you lean forward, wrapping his arms around him. he obliges to the hug, pulling you onto his lap with a swift motion. you hum, wiggling around until you get comfortable. “see? look how strong you are! and so, so beautiful.”

hyunjin blinks, and then he’s grinning. “i guess i am beautiful. versace rep, and everything-“

“shut up,” you giggle, slapping his shoulder playfully. “i’ve boosted your ego way too much now.”

“it was already boosted,” his tone is soft now, rubbing circles on your lower back. “i feel like i must be the sexiest man on earth because i’ve got you.”

“softie.”

he hums, nodding in agreement. “but i love you, so it’s fine.”

seungmin:

heat sex was a must with seungmin. he would never leave you without his cock in such a delicate, vulnerable time for you - and it’s after another one of those times when he flops over next to you, chest heaving. your heat had finally broken, and you finally feel clear headed.

until seungmin spoke.

“can we talk?” when you turn to look at him, he was leaning up on one arm. his eyes are soft, but his lips are pressed in a firm line. you blink a few times before nodding. this bastard better not about to be able to break up with you after he just gave you the best fuck of your life. “do you ever wish i was an alpha, or even an omega?”

you gasp. “seungmin! what the fuck? i’ve never said that.”

seungmin sighs. with a quick move, he’s bringing your naked, sweaty body on top of his. his body is just as sweaty and naked. “well, i guess i don’t really understand heats and ruts fully. it had me thinking just now… do you ever wish i understood?”

“you do,” you reply, brows furrowing. “you fuck me every single time and do all the breeding dirty talk, and it’s not even fake. you can actually breed me.”

“well, yeah, i know that,” he scoffs. “but i don’t even have a knot.”

“i don’t want a knot when i have your amazing cock, thanks.”

seungmin lets out a puff of air, amused at your statement. “so, you’re really okay? like, you’re satisfied being with me and everything?”

you wiggle up to face him, kissing his button nose. he scrunches it in response. “seungmin, i’m in love with you. i promise i’m happy.”

seungmin’s lips part in shock, then he’s shoving you off of him playfully. “ew, go shower. so sweaty.”

“love you, seungie!” you giggle as you jump off the bed, and he sighs. when you get to the bedroom door, you stop and turn around. just as you thought - he’s behind you, ready to join you in the shower.

you smile fondly when his arms wrap around your waist.

“i love you too, but don’t tell anyone i said that. now, can we actually shower? we are sticky in multiple ways.”

[princessconsuela120]

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: PROM QUEEN

Series masterlist

Chapter Warnings: vomiting, cursing

Author’s Note: It’s here! More chapters should be coming soon! Make sure you check out the Juno and Kyle art on the series masterlist. Enjoy you guys!!!!!

Chapter art by samma on Instagram and @clownfacepancakes120

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“So I was debating between going for a red look, obviously a classic, or maybe changing it up a bit and going with a royal blue. I don’t know, Clyde told me whatever but I know that’s gotta mean he has a preference.” Bebe explained, holding up two color swatches against her sweater, one dark blue and one deep red. The girls had invited me over to Heidi’s for a sleepover, seeing as I desperately needed a girl night after being forced to suffer around the boys.

“I mean red is a classic, you look gorgeous in red.” Heidi said, the girls nodding in agreement when Wendy pointed at her.

“Bebe, Clyde shouldn’t care what you wear to prom. You’re worth much more than your looks.” She reassured, making Bebe sigh as she dropped the swatches to the ground.

“Not helping Wendy.” She said with a sigh, causing Wendy to press her lips together, slouching back in embarrassment.

“Oh sorry.” She mumbled, making me chuckle slightly, resting my head on her shoulder to comfort her.

“Juno, what do you think?” Bebe asked, taking my attention away from trying not to fall asleep due to the lack of it I’ve gotten as of late.

“Red’s a classic, I mean you can never go wrong with red.” I offered, making Bebe sigh.

“I don’t know, Juno what are you gonna wear?”

“Oh I’m not going.”

“What?!” All the girls shouted collectively, giving me the same shocked look as I held my hands up in defense.

“Juno, you have to be kidding.” Red said, making me sigh in response.

“Oh come one guys, I mean I’m huge!” I shouted, holding my hands on my very large bump. I wasn’t far enough along where I wouldn’t be able to attend prom, but far enough along not to want to. “I’m pregnant, I can’t, I can’t go to prom I just can’t.” I explained, as Bebe raised an eyebrow at me.

“Kyle hasn’t asked you yet huh?” She asked, causing my eyes to widen.

“Bebe…what she meant to say was this is our Junior prom Juno. I mean, you have to go this is the only junior prom we’ll ever have.” Wendy explained, making me sigh, shaking my head.

“I know it’s just, I can’t go like this, I mean I’m at a risk for explosion right now. I told Kyle to just go with Rebecca so he can still have a date.” I said, making Red roll her eyes.

“Girl, you are so delusional.” Red teased, making me scoff in response.

“There is no way Kyle is going to willingly take Rebecca Cotswolds to prom when he could take you instead.” Heidi said, sending me a sympathetic smile.

“I mean come on Juno, that boy worships the ground you walk on.” Bebe said making me blush.

“I know I know, but I just can’t go. I’d feel too fat and ugly.” The girls went quiet, like the didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t one to be insecure, I loved the fact that I was carrying me and Kyle’s baby, but it’s been hard to find that sense of confidence anymore. When you feel this shorty, it's hard not to carry that shitty feeling with you.

“But you’re beautiful Juno.” Heidi said softly, smiling sadly at me as she reached her hand over to grab onto mine.

“Yeah, I wish I had those curves.” Wendy said, now leaning her head on my shoulder as I scoffed, chuckling lightly.

“I’m not going, end of discussion. And Bebe, go with the royal blue.” I said, pointing to Bebe. She smiled at me, picking up the royal blue swatch off the ground, holding it up then turning to the mirror. She turned back and pointed at me with a smirk.

“I was thinking the same thing.” She said, making me smile back before throwing one of Heidi’s pillows at her, making all the girls laugh in response.

—✧

ON THE OTHER SIDE OF TOWN, the boys were all together in the Marsh’s basement, deciding they were jealous of the girls and needed to have their own “bro” night. Which consisted of Mario kart and drinking girly drinks they could never drink in front of the others.

“No stupid, there is no way in hell Heidi is saying yes to a promposal from you fatass.” Kyle yelled, lecturing Cartman who was explaining his plan to bring Heidi Turner, his estranged ex girlfriend to prom with him. Now Heidi had been doing fantastically well since leaving Cartman, she didn’t need him coming back to drag her back down.

“Aye! I can’t be the only lonely guy at prom.” Cartman wined, making Butters smile, patting him on the back.

“Well it’s alright Eric, I’m not going with anyone.”

“Oh that is so gay butters, you’re totally gonna end up going with Keeny.” Cartman said, rolling his eyes as he folded his arms angrily, shoving Butters hand off his shoulder.

“If it makes you feel any better Cartman, Kyle isn’t going with anyone.” Stan said, making Cartman raise an eyebrow at him.

“What, Juno’ll have sex with you but she won’t take you to prom? That’s weak man.”

“No, I just, I haven’t asked her.” Kyle said, shrugging his shoulders as he retreated into himself. As high and mighty as Kyle could get, nothing could make him redder than the thought of Juno Marsh. She was and will forever be his Kryptonite.

“Well why not?”

“Maybe she’ll ask you.” Kenny said, making Kyle roll his eyes.

“Not everyone’s like you Kenny.” He said, making Kenny scoff.

“What?”

“Oh shut up dude, you have like what, 15 girls who’ve asked you now?” Stan asked, making him straighten himself up in defense.

“Hey! It’s 17! If you’re gonna slut shame me atleast get it right.” Kenny defended himself, causing the boys to roll their eyes in response.

“I just, I’m scared she’ll say no.” Kyle said, shaking his head as Craig nodded his head to him.

“Why would she say no?” He asked, making Kyle sigh, so Stan patted kyle’s back to comfort him.

“Yeah. Listen dude, as much as it physically makes me ill to say this, and I mean like I’m about to projectile vomit everywhere, Juno’s disgustingly in love with you.” Stan explained, making Kyle smile.

“I don’t know, what if she doesn’t want to go, cause of the baby and all.” He mumbled to himself, making Stan’s pat become a slap to get him to look at him.

“Dude..”

“Dude..”

“Dude!” Stan yelled, after the two exchanged looks. “She’s gonna say yes, just trust me.” Stan explained, making Kenny raise an eyebrow and shake his head.

“I don’t know about that.”

“What? Whyy…why Kenny, tell us what you know!” Kyle replied impatiently, shaking Kenny’s shoulders as he raised his hands defensively.

“Calm down bro.” Kenny said, pushing Kyle’s hands off of him. “Juno was talking to me about prom the other day, she doesn’t wanna go.”

“She doesn’t wanna go with me, or she just doesn’t wanna go?” Kyle asked, and Kenny sighed.

“She doesn’t wanna go at all. The baby’s made her feel like shit lately. I told her she’s wrong, but she’s convinced herself it’s made her huge and ugly.”

“What?” Kyle mumbled to himself, feeling his heart ache.

“The hell Kenny, when you find these things out you need to tell someone.” Stan said, slapping the back of Kenny’s head causing him to glare at him.

“Sorry dude. I’m Juno’s best man before all else.” Kenny teased, straightening up a fake tie as the boys all rolled their eyes at him.

“She thinks she’s ugly?” Kyle mumbled to himself, almost a whisper as he stared ahead, contemplating why on earth I would ever feel that way. Kyle seemed to do that a lot lately actually.

—✧

I had grown quite familiar with the co-Ed bathroom since being pregnant. It wasn’t a good thing, just considering sitting in Mr Mackey’s fun new history class makes me more nauseous than eggs have for the past few days. I couldn’t stand sitting in that classroom for much longer. Not that it mattered, seeing as I had now been sitting in here since last period and the next. School was almost over, and I was here, puking my brains out in the high school bathroom. To make things even better, Eric Cartman had since made his way into the room, deciding to stand behind me since his arrival.

“Why would you have sex with Kyle?” Cartman teased, making me roll my eyes. “You jewmo. I couldn’t even imagine what you were thinking.” He continued to tease, leaning against the stall with a disgusted look on his face. His face softened slightly, shifting uncontrollably when I didn’t snap back. “Juno? Hey, Jew-no, haha. Aye! I’m making fun of you. Where's my reaction?” He yelled, making me sigh. I shook my head, my head resting against my arm against the toilet.

“Leave me alone Eric.” I hissed, making Cartman scoff.

“Hey, hey, would you stop crying, okay?” He said, coming closer behind me. “This is a bathroom, not a Taylor Swift concert.” He chuckled to himself at his joke, but I just shook my head again, trying to ignore him.

“I don’t have the energy to deal with you right now.”

“You always have the energy to deal with me. It’s your favorite thing.” He teased, tugging lightly at my hair.

“Just go away.” I mumbled, shoving him away as he recoiled with surprise.

“Oh come on now, go away fatass.” He raised his eyebrows, hoping to have me react but I didn’t. The second I didn’t he finally knelt down. “Stop, stop crying Juno, please.” He spoke, softer now. “C’mon stupid, this is Colorado your gonna freeze without your jacket.” He said, draping his jacket around my shoulders gently, kneeling beside me and rubbing my arm slightly. To say I was shocked would be an understatement, but I was too exhausted to give a reaction.

“I know.” He said softly, sighing as he pulled my hair into a hair tie. “If I had sex with a ginger I’d probably cry too. You’re probably trying to expel that demon inside you right now.” He joked, earning a soft laugh from me. It turned into a cough, which became a dry heave, but it was a laugh nonetheless.

“Hey there’s that laugh.” He said with a smile, making me smile back. It was very odd, to have Cartman showing such care, but it didn’t feel wrong. It felt overdue, like this was Eric’s heart underneath we just haven’t seen yet. And I couldn’t help but feel all warm and fuzzy at the thought.

“Juno?” Kyle called from the door, quickly rushing to the stall once he saw me hunched on the ground. Cartman quickly stood up at the sound of the door opening, glaring at Kyle as he walked in.

“Ah, good, Kyle’s here. I don’t have to deal with this damn crying anymore.” He teased, rolling his eyes as Kyle glared at him.

“Shut up fatass.” He snapped, kneeling beside me and pushing a few loose strands of hair behind my ear. “Hey love.” He said softly, smiling sadly.

“It hurts.”

“I know darling, it’s okay I’m here.” Kyle said sympathetically, rubbing soothing patterns on my back as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear.

“Well, I’m just gonna head out before you guys start having sex.” Cartman said with a scoff, making Kyle roll his eyes. I sat up, going to take off his jacket.

“Oh, Eric your jacket…” I said, but Eric shook his head.

“It’s okay, just keep it.” He smiled, I smiled back. “It probably has Jew germs all over it anyway.” And there was Eric again.

—✧

Finally I had finished school and could go home. I was more than excited to get to my locker and leave, when I spotted Stan standing there, a rose in his hands. I raised an eyebrow at him confused, and he raised one back at me.

“What the hell is this?” I asked, making him smirk in response.

“A rose, duh.” He explained, looking at me as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Is it gonna explode?” I asked, holding it away from my face. “Does it release toxins when I smell it?” I squinted my eyes shut with nerves, making Stan roll his eyes, pushing the flower closer to me.

“Would you calm down? I’m your brother, would I ever hurt you?” He asked, holding his hand against his chest with fake hurt.

“Yes, yes you would.”

“Oh shush. Just follow me would you?” He offered, holding out his arm for me to take. I stared at his arm nervously.

“I don’t wanna.” I said, shaking my head, making him groan, stomping his foot like a child.

“Oh my god just do it.” He grumbled, making me sigh, locking my arm with his which earned me a smile.

We continued to walk down the hallways, unsure of where Stan was leading me. As we continued our walk, I spotted butters standing beside me in the hallway, his hand extended out to me with another rose. I looked at Stan confused, before he gestured for me to take it. The cycle continued, each boy and girl from our class standing in the hallway with roses for me to take, all the way until the gym doors, where Craig and Tweek stood to open said doors with two final roses. At this point I had a whole bouquet of roses, and a spotlight hit my eyes the second I stepped foot in the gym. Our friends had filed in behind me, and my eyes followed the trail of rose petals on the floor to the top of the bleachers, where Kyle stood. I couldn’t help but smile at the sight, Kyle standing atop the bleachers with a final red rose, a black tux adorning his features which were more put together than I had ever seen. He came down the bleachers, a wide smile on his face as he met with me, handing me the final rose.

“Kyle? What the heck is going on?” I whispered, looking around before meeting eyes with him.

“Hey beautiful.”

I blushed.

“Hi.”

“Do you like the roses?” He asked, gesturing to the bouquet in my hands, tying them together for me with a bow and parchment from his pocket.

“Yeah I just, I’m so confused right now. Why is everyone in here, and where did you get all these flowerss…” I rambled, looking around.

“I was wondering the same thing.” Kenny asked, causing Stan to jab him in the side.

“Dude shut up.” He whispered, making Kyle roll his eyes. He grabbed my chin gently, turning my head to face him, his face a bright pink with a euphoric smile.

“Juno Marsh, I think ever since kindergarten I knew that somehow, I’d end up with you. Never did I imagine that this would be how, but hey love works in mysterious ways. It’s magical and crazy, and yet so difficult. You don’t get to choose who you love, if you did it would be magical. And I know for a fact, that my heart belongs with you. That being said, Juno..” he got down on one knee, causing my heart to drop. My hands immediately filled with sweat as he pulled a small black box from his pocket.

“Oh my god, are you proposing? Kyle, Kyle honey a baby is enough, we don’t need to be getting married this young.” I rambled, making him laugh. He stood back up, opening the box to reveal a ring.

“No silly. I do want to marry you, one day. But for now I’ll settle for this… Juno Marsh, will you go to prom with me?” He asked, holding the ring out, which I now realized was a promise ring. A good band adorned with a bright green emerald in the center. I could feel myself getting hotter as I looked back at him.

“Y-you did all of this to ask me to prom?” I stuttered, causing him to shrug.

“Well, I needed something as beautiful as you.”

“Kyle, I umm…” I shook my head, letting go of his hands. “Oh god I’m so sorry.” I mumbled quickly, before running out of the gym as best as I could.

“Juno wait!” Kyle called after me, meeting up with me in the empty hallway, where I paced back and forth, tired of running.

“Oh god.” I mumbled, and Kyle came up to me, grabbing my hands to try and calm me.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I know it was too much, I told Kenny the fog machine was too much but he just wouldn’t listen.” Kyle explained, making me shake my head.

“No, no Kyle it was wonderful.”

“Then why are you crying?” He asked, frowning slightly when I shook my head, a few new tears straying from my cheeks.

“Kyle I can’t go to prom.” I whispered, sighing as he looked back at me sadly.

“What? Why not?”

“Because I..because I can’t.”

“Because you think you’re ugly.”

I didn’t have an answer, or at least not a quick one. The second I didn’t know what to say, Kyle knew. He knew that I had been feeling this for a while. That I was afraid to tell him.

“What? No. No, that isn’t true.” I said, shaking my head as my face turning red with guilt.

“I know it’s true Juno, Kenny told me.

“Damn Blondie..” I mumbled to myself, curing Kenny as I rubbed my forehead with frustration.

“Juno, darling, it breaks my heart that you could think you’re anything short of perfect.” Kyle reassured, pushing my hair behind my ears, kissing my forehead before making direct contact with my eyes.

“Come on Kyle, who am I kidding.” I let my hands fall to my sides, shaking my head as I avoided his eyes. “I'm-I’m not perfect. I mean, I’m huge! I can’t even see my toes anymore, and my ankles are the size of balloon. Look I love that we’re having this baby, I’d take all this and more so we can. But I don’t know, it’s just hard to feel, to feel pretty anymore.”

He sighed, holding my face in his hands a he wiped the tears from my cheeks.

“You, my love, are more beautiful for each grain of sand on this earth. You, in you’re entire entity, make even the finest work of art falter at your beauty. Not a day goes by that you don’t take my breath away. And I think, that you going through all of this, just to make sure our baby is healthy, well I think that makes you even more beautiful.”

I smiled at him, pulling him into a kiss. He pulled away, resting his forehead against mine, are bodies as close as they could be with the baby between us.

“I love you.” I mumbled, making him smile.

“I love you too. You’ll be the prettiest girl at prom Juno.” He whispered, making me nod.

“Yeah, I guess I will be.”

“Does that mean you’ll go?”

“Of course I will.” I replied, causing him to pull me into a hug with excitement.

“Then I must be the luckiest guy in the world.”

—✧

[nexttrickanvils]

“Come on now, I think you’re being too harsh. He/she’s just a kid. Remember all of the stupid things we used to do when we were their age?”

With Claude and Byleth?

Well Claude knew that this day would come… he had just hoped that maybe it could’ve waited until his daughter was a little older.

Sahar sat on her bed, her arms crossed on top of her knees with a pout on her face.

Nader and another guard had caught her trying to sneak out of the palace to attend a festival in the city. Not only that but she was also responsible for letting out a couple of wyverns as a distraction.

It took eight years but now Claude realizes why his mother “wished him all the strength in the world” when Byleth told everyone about her pregnancy.

Speaking of Byleth, Claude glanced over at her and could immediately recognize the look on her face.

It was the same look she’d give whenever Hilda tried to come up with some excuse for not going on that month’s mission. Or when Raphael and Caspar broke something trying a new technique. Or when Felix was being uncooperative (which was a lot.)

Yup, it was the return of the Teach Glare and with the Teach Glare…

“Do you realize how worried we all were when we couldn’t find you!? We thought we were under attack!”

…Came the lecture.

“You can’t just run off somewhere without us knowing! Did you tell anyone? Nader? Your grandparents? Your brothers?"

“...No.”

“So how did you expect us to react when we learned that you were gone!? How were you planning to come home in the first place!?”

Claude couldn’t help but wince, sure the Teach Stare and Lecture was pretty effective on dumb teenagers and young adults but maybe it was a little too much for an eight-year-old. 

He placed his hand on Byleth’s shoulder. Claude nodded over to the door and without saying another word, Byleth stepped out.

Claude looked over to their daughter and kneeled down in front of her.

“Your mama and I are going to have a talk about what to do next. Just stay here, okay?”

“...Okay, baba.”

Claude smiled, stood up, and placed a gentle kiss on his daughter’s head.

He then made his way out to the hallway where Byleth was leaning against the wall, pinching her nose.

"By…"

"Not now, Claude…"

“Come on now, I think you’re being too harsh. She’s just a kid. Remember all of the stupid things we used to do when we were her age?”

Byleth turned her glare to Claude.

"The "stupid things" I did at her age tend to pale in comparison to what Sahar just did."

Claude looked over his wife and could tell there was something more to her worry. He tried to think what it could be until he remembered a certain letter that was found.

“You were scared because of that letter weren’t you?”

With the way Byleth froze, Claude could tell he got it in one.

A few days ago, reports of strange activity in a thought to be abandoned building came in. Nader and the guards investigated and all they found was a messy scrawled note.

The Coward King and his family shall die at The Festival of the Moon

“...We told Sahar and the boys… I thought she would have listened…”

“So when we couldn’t find her…”

Byleth nodded.

“I know it’s foolish… we’re war veterans and this wouldn’t even be the first assassin attempt we stopped against our family… but for a moment… I was back at Garreg Mach… holding my father’s body…”

Claude pulled Byleth into an embrace and feeling her shudder, calmingly combed his fingers through her hair.

“It’s not foolish. Even after all these years, I know all it takes is one mistake.”

The two stood like this for some time before Byleth finally took a deep breath and stepped back.

“But you’re right, I was a little too harsh. I should go back in and apologize to Sahar.”

“Yeah… the Teach Glare might’ve been a bit too much.”

“I was not using “The Teach Glare.””

“I’ve been on the receiving end of it enough times to recognize it, my dear.”

That at least seemed to bring a smile to Byleth’s face as Claude chuckled.

The two stepped back into their daughter’s room, Sahar still in the same position she was when they stepped out.

Byleth walked to the bed and took a seat in front of the girl.

“Sahar, I’m sorry I got so angry. I was just so scared but… that’s no excuse.”

Sahar lifted her head up and Byleth and Claude could see that she had been crying.

“I’m sorry for letting the wyverns out and trying to run away. I wanted to go to the festival so much even with bad people after us.”

Byleth smiled and pulled Sahar into a hug.

“You’re a brave one, our little dawn and we love you so much.”

After watching all this, Claude decided to join in on the hug.

He knew that he and Byleth would have to investigate the would-be assassins but right now, Sahar needed them more.

[tiredf-o-u-r]

Two Hearts

Shane x gender neutral player (edit: player uses he/they pronouns)

Platonic or romantic

Just a drabble! Based on Shane’s two heart event, idk I wanna write more but I’m excited to post I haven’t written in yEARS so maybe I’ll add on!

You don’t mean that,

He said, tossing his empty can far away, into the water. Is that why you’re always fishing out cans?

I really do. I don’t say that to everyone you know.

He side eyed you. No answer. Pop, another can opening.

Yeah well…whatever. You don’t know me like that.

Yet. he thought, turning his head the other way. The farmer sighed slowly and took another sip from their can while Shane tried and failed to still his heart which felt like it was flying around inside his chest. When was the last time he was this intimate with another person? Years? He shut his eyes.

You’re right. I don’t. But I could, if you let me.

Said the farmer, leaning back and taking a long chug from their beer, in hopes of fueling their confidence further. He has to be getting close to cracking.

I don’t know man I….ughhh..I shouldn’t have had so much tonight

Here let me help you

No it’s-

He was cut off as he lost his balance trying to get up from where they were sitting on the edge of the pier, tumbling against the farmer, who managed to move back enough to catch Shane’s upper half in their lap. He groaned, mostly unaware of his surroundings, and the part that was aware took what it could get and basked in the body heat so close to his cold nose.

Hup, there we go, heh, yeah I think you’ve had enough tonight.

Shane, now sloppily drunk, could hardly bear to open his eyes as he mumbled

M sorry……….for ya know…whatever..

Another soft laugh came from the farmer.

Thanks, man

A content sign from Shane was the only response after that. The farmer beamed above him. They hoped Shane wouldn’t remember any of this for his own sake really. Based on everything they’ve witnessed of him this summer, he seems to be locked in his head, listening to god knows what demons clearly pester him. This vulnerable moment could easily be turned into ammo to use against himself. Sighing again lightly from their nose, the farmer began lightly petting Shane’s temple and around his ear. Feather light, just caressing his hair. He wouldn’t remember this anyway. I’m just being friendly, and hey, I’m drunk off my ass too, Who couldn’t use a little physical contact? The farmer thought, as he lifted his gaze to the calm water in front of them. Shane’s brow softened.

After a few more peaceful moments, the farmer could hear footsteps a while away. Squinting, they could just make out Marnie on her way back from the Saloon. Once she was in view, the farmer waved her down, trying to stay quiet.

When she got over, his aunt tsked and gave the farmer a bit of a sad look as they both helped him stand and more or less dragged him to his room.

After he was settled in bed, the farmer joined marnie in the kitchen where the light was on. Coffee was almost ready. They exchanged understanding smiles.

Thanks for looking after him tonight. He’s just…he’s…

He’s a good guy.

You finished, smiling widely. Marnie smiled back, nodding

He is. He is a good guy. I’m so glad you can see that too.

Yeah. I just wished he could see that too,

The farmer said, crossing their arms and leaning against the wall.

He definitely sees the good in you.

Your eyes shoot back up, hoping your face doesn’t give away your excitement too much, but his aunt gives you a sly smile anyway, continuing,

He respects you and your business, and if you two get along, he could use a good friend. Or, Yoba willing, a love match!

She laughs out loud at your embarrassment, your cheeks flushing red now, while this man’s aunt reads you to filth.

Just teasing, sweetie. Really though, thank you. From him and me.

The coffeemaker dings and she turns to grab the cup.

Here, take this, to make it home.

The farmer thanked her and left, chugging the coffee as they went.

[blu-joons]

When Your Child Says Their First Word ~ Seventeen Reaction

S.Coups:

“Do you think she’s doing it on purpose?”

Your eyes widened at Seungcheol’s question, quickly shaking your head too as he looked between you and your daughter in a state of frustration.

You chuckled across at Seungcheol as he sighed, “you really think that our daughter is withholding her first word on purpose?”

“Why else is she staying quiet?” Seungcheol shrugged back at you, “I read an article, she should’ve spoken by now.”

“She’s not a puppet,” you reminded him with a smirk, “she’ll talk when she’s ready, not when you tell her to do so.”

“Yeah.”

You bit down on your bottom lip as a sudden sound escaped from your daughter. “Did she just say yeah? Is my child already sassing me out Y/N?”

You didn’t quite know what to say as Seungcheol’s wide eyes looked across at you. “She’s already taking after me I see.”

“This is ridiculous,” Seungcheol groaned in disbelief, “do you think her second word could actually be her first word Y/N?”

“No way, this is never being forgotten.”

Jeonghan:

“Do you know who I am? I’m daddy, right?”

Your smile was wide as Jeonghan leaned over your son who was laid on his mat in the middle of the living room, staring with bright eyes up at Jeonghan.

There was a pause for a moment, but your son said nothing. “You have to wait until he’s ready Jeonghan, you can’t make him.”

“I reckon that I can,” he argued confidently, repeating what he wanted to hear your son yet again several times in front of him.

“You’re crazy,” you told him, knowing that he wasn’t going to get very far, or at least you thought he wasn’t going to.

“Daddy.”

Instantly, Jeonghan threw his arms up into the air, milking the moment in front of you for all that he could. “I told you, I knew that I could do it Y/N.”

You couldn’t quite believe what you had heard, “you’ve done something to him to make him say that he wouldn’t just do it.”

“Jut face it,” Jeonghan told you. “Why don’t you just admit that Y/S/N obviously just adores me so much Y/N.”

“I would never admit to that one.”

Joshua:

“Look at how cool your daddy looks Y/D/N.”

As Joshua turned the photo around that he had of the group, your eyes watched as your daughter followed Joshua’s pointing finger to his image.

Her smile turned up, unsure if she really recognised Joshua or not. “She must be sick of listening to the word Seventeen from you.”

“Seventeen is never a word that you can get sick of,” Joshua corrected, poking his tongue out across in your direction.

“Shall we ask Y/D/N in a few years?” You quizzed, with a chuckle, “see what Y/D/N thinks of Seventeen in the future?”

“Teen.”

Your eyes looked down in despair as you suddenly heard your daughter speak, followed by Joshua’s laughter. “I think that gives you your answer, doesn’t it?”

“This is your fault, you’ve been talking about the group way too much around her,” you scolded back across at Joshua.

His shoulders shrugged in reply, “you’re just jealous that of all the things that Y/D/N could’ve said, it’s Seventeen…kind of.”

“It won’t take her long to get there.”

Jun:

“What do you reckon? Is it bedtime?”

A sniggering Junhui looked to your son, jokingly awaiting a response from him, only to be greeted by a silence which the two of you expected.

Your head nodded in place of your son’s silence, “someone’s got a busy day tomorrow that they need to prepare for.”

“Have you got a busy day?” Junhui asked him, tickling against your son’s sides to bring a loud laugh out of him.

“Time for bed,” you announced as Junhui picked him up once he was finished tickling him, “what do you think Y/S/N.”

“Bed.”

You had to leap across, worried that Junhui would drop your son as he took him by surprise. “Say that again Y/S/N,” told him, but your son remained quiet.

You couldn’t help but chuckle as he looked cluelessly as to why you were so surprised. “Did he really just say that?”

“He did,” Junhui whispered back across to you, “he finally said his first word, I wish I had my phone on me right now.”

“Don’t worry, we won’t forget this Junhui.”

Hoshi:

“Y/D/N what noise does a tiger make?”

Your eyes rolled as Soonyoung leant over your daughter once again, pulling his signature tiger pose which as expected, brought a giggle from her.

Next to them both though, you weren’t laughing. “I can’t believe you’re rubbing your tiger agenda onto our child too.”

“Y/N, I’m telling you that Y/D/N really does like tigers it’s not because of me,” Soonyoung insisted with a loud chuckle.

“You keep telling yourself that,” you sighed, mumbling an apology to your daughter as Soonyoung roared beside her.

“Roar.”

You’d never seen Soonyoung’s expression so wide as he looked back to where you were sat. “I told you! I knew it! Y/D/N gets the interest in tigers.”

Your head shook in disbelief, placing it into your hands. “I refuse to accept that my child’s first sound was a roar, this isn’t happening.”

“Oh, it’s happening,” Soonyoung chuckled, “and just so you know that I am never going to let this moment be forgotten.”

“I can’t believe what’s just gone on.”

Wonwoo:

“What was it that you wanted to show me?”

You instantly reached for your phone as Wonwoo reminded you of the video that you wanted to show him after you both put your son to bed.

You moved closer towards Wonwoo as you opened your phone, “take a look at this, see what finally happened with Y/S/N today.”

“Don’t tell me that this is his first word,” Wonwoo asked of you, quickly beginning to sense what the video was of.

“Just watch,” you responded, but your vague reply gave Wonwoo everything that he needed as he watched you press play.

“Pay.”

You watched the lump that ran down Wonwoo’s throat as he watched the video, “I’ve been home so much lately, yet he waits until I’m not around.”

Your head shook slowly, “I think he was trying to say play, but I bet it was because he missed having someone to play with.”

Wonwoo smiled weakly across at you, “you don’t have to sit there and try and make me feel better Y/N, these things happen.”

“Still, I’m sorry that you weren’t here.”

Woozi:

“Who’s your favourite Mummy or Daddy?”

Your head shook as Jihoon asked your daughter his question, pointing between you and him as he tried his best to get some sort of answer from her.

Across the room, you were shooting a glare at him too. “You’re only doing this because you want to hear her say daddy.”

“No,” Jihoon protested, his voice wavering as he tried not to give himself away, “I’m just interested as to who she prefers.”

“Wil you be able to take it if she says mummy?” You quizzed, only to find yourself very quickly interrupted by a voice.

“Mumma.”

You didn’t quite know what to say as Jihoon sunk down in his seat in front of you. “Let’s pretend that didn’t happen, there’s no way that’s her first word.”

Your eyes widened at Jihoon’s suggestion, “there’s no way that I’m forgetting this, seeing as I’m the favourite parent now.”

“Maybe she made a mistake,” Jihoon proposed, “maybe she got confused between the words mum and dad and who they are.”

“Stop trying to make yourself feel better.”

DK:

“What do you think? Should daddy cook?”

Behind Seokmin you shook your head across at your son who was unaware of what was going on, puzzled eyes looking between the two of you.

You stayed as you were for a moment before Seokmin looked back at you. “What are you looking at me like that for?”

“I can see you shaking your head out of the corner of your eye,” Seokmin informed you, “what’s wrong with my cooking?”

“Nothing,” you cheekily smiled back across at Seokmin. “Why don’t we let Y/S/N decide, should we let daddy cook for us tonight.”

“Yeah.”

A loud cheer came from Seokmin, raising his hands into the air. “Y/S/N must love my cooking so much that it’s ended up as his first word too.”

You poked the inside of your cheek with your tongue as you met Seokmin’s eyes, “must babies say mum or something first.”

“Not my child,” Seokmin gleefully exclaimed, “my child knows that if they want to get nice things they should be on daddy’s side.”

“You’ve been teaching him far too much.”

Mingyu:

“Y/D/N thinks I’m handsome, don’t you?”

Mingyu smiled widely across at your daughter, pulling a face in the hope it would capture her attention, and most importantly get her agreeing.

Your eyes rolled at the confidence in his eyes, “how do you think she’s going to agree when she doesn’t say a word Mingyu?”

“She just knows,” Mingyu assured you, brushing you aside. “She knows that she gets her beautiful good looks from her daddy.”

“What do you reckon Y/D/N?” You quizzed, resting your hands against Mingyu’s shoulders, peering just past him to look at her.

“No.”

A loud scoff came from Mingyu, his eyes narrowing down at your daughter. “No sweetheart, you’re supposed to say yes, you shouldn’t say no.”

Your head shook in disagreement with him, “it seems that Y/D/N has spoken, she must feel strongly too, that was her first word.”

“I can’t believe my child’s first word ends up insulting me,” Mingyu muttered under his breath, “how is this fair Y/N?”

“You asked the question to her Mingyu.”

The8:

“Daddy has to go to work now Y/S/N.”

You could hear the disappointment in Minghao’s voice as he grabbed his bag from the sofa, waving across to your son who was sat in his highchair.

You smiled weakly across at Minghao as he then looked at you, “don’t worry, we’ll be here when you get home waiting.”

“Don’t do anything too fun, I don’t want to miss out,” Minghao teased with you, walking across and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be miserable without you,” you joked, watching Minghao step away. “Y/S/N are you going to say bye?”

“Bye.”

Minghao froze in his spot as your son spoke, waving his hand in Minghao’s direction. “Y/N, please tell me that I’m not dreaming right now.”

Your head shook, struggling to believe what you had heard yourself too. “I think our son just said his first word,” you whispered.

“Well, I can’t go to work now,” Minghao chuckled, dropping his bag again, “that was far too special for me to just go to work.”

“It seems you’re not missing out after all.”

Seungkwan:

“It’s not other video of Y/D/N, is it?”

Your eyes widened at how predictable Seungkwan seemed to imply you were as he guessed what you wanted to show him on your phone.

You adjusted your laptop so that you could show your phone to Seungkwan, “you won’t be saying that in a moment.”

“What is the video of?” Seungkwan quizzed, getting impatient as you scrolled through your library to find what you wanted.

“Hang on,” you grinned, finding the video that you wa nted, pressing play and turning your phone around for Seungkwan to see.

“Appa.”

There was no reaction from Seungkwan for a few moments until he scratched his hand over the top of his head. “I can’t believe that I missed my son’s first word.”

You smiled weakly, expecting Seungkwan to feel a little bit guilty. “You haven’t missed it, I managed to record it for you.”

“It’s not the same,” Seungkwan frowned with a sigh, “I wish that I was there with you guys, I’m missing out on so much these days with you.”

“You’ll be home soon enough Seungkwan.”

Vernon:

“Y/S/N, do you want some of this?”

Vernon looked across to your son as he began to peel his banana, extending it out to try and see if it tempted your son enough to share it with him.

You too watched as Vernon broke a little bit off, “I think his eyes are trying to tell you that he wants some of it, Vernon.”

“Shall we share?” He asked your son, breaking a tiny bit off of the top of his banana to be able to pass across to your son to eat.

“I think that’s a definite yes,” you teased as your son leant forwards, reaching out with both of his hands to grab the banana.”

“Nana.”

Vernon moved his hand away from your son, not giving him what he wanted. “What did you say Y/S/N? Can you tell daddy what this is again?”

Your head shook in disbelief, “Vernon, you’ve got to give him the banana now that he’s said it, that’s teasing the poor child.”

Vernon’s eyes flickered across to look at you, “I’m not teasing him, but I just want to hear it one more time, just to be sure he said it.”

“Trust me, he definitely said it.”

Dino:

“What do we say when we get something?”

You chuckled as Chan looked to your daughter as he passed her his toy, Chan wanted to teach her manners, but your daughter couldn’t say a word.

Chan’s eyes looked back to you as you sniggered, “she’s not going to say what you want her to say just yet Chan.”

“I know,” he agreed, “but I just think it’s good to teach her when please and thank you is needed, I don’t want a rude child.”

“She’s not going to be rude,” you continued to laugh as Chan passed your daughter’s other toy across to her to play with.

“Ta.”

There was a stunned silence for a few moments as Chan looked back across to you again. “Please tell me that you heard that, that was a thank you, right?”

Your head nodded as Chan picked up another toy to give to your daughter. “It was the sort of thank you that comes from a baby.”

Chan extended his arm out and offered the toy to your daughter, “do you think you can say it again, and again, and then again too?”

“Chan, give her a bit of space.”

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Masterlist

[hedgehogsaretheultimatelifeform]

Kinktober 2022

Day Thirty One: Punishment

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish x Captain John Price

This is NSFW, Minors DNI.

Thank you.

Soap was still half asleep as he groaned, waking up to someone closing their hot mouth over his dick. Someone’s hands were cupping his chin and stroking his hair, a pair of lips dragging themselves across his neck. The pair of hands on his hips moved, making Soap finally open his eyes, lifting up his head as he realised that there were two people leaning over him.

“Morning.” Price pulled his head out of Soap’s neck, keeping his grip on Soap’s chin as Soap tilted his head up to see that it was Ghost who was sucking his dick.

“Oh, fu…” Soap caught himself, letting his head fall back, jutting his hips up into Ghost’s mouth as he chased his release, which was just there, until Ghost sat up, grinning as he wiped his mouth, pulling his mask back down, leaving Soap whining.

“Oh, did you want to come?”

“Yes, you ass!”

“I’d watch the insults, lad.” Price gently brushed a hand over Soap’s hair again. “Wouldn’t want to make this worse for yourself.”

“Make what worse? What are you two doing here?” Soap pushed Price’s hands away as he sat up on his elbows, staring between them.

“You’ve got an outstanding punishment that needs tending to.” Ghost slid up the bed to sit on the other side from Price. “Price offered to give me a hand.”

“I thought you didn’t want to share me with anyone, anymore.”

“Price is still an exception.”

“Damn right.” Price grabbed Soap’s shoulders, pulling him up so Ghost could get behind him. Ghost pulled Soap close as he lay back, allowing both Ghost and Price equal access to Soap’s neck.

Soap tilted his head back as they both went in, sighing at Price’s gentle kisses and careful, deliberate touches, then hissing at Ghost’s teeth scraping across his skin and his bruising grip on Soap’s arm. Price moved against Soap, straddling his lap as he pushed Soap’s shirt up, bunching just below Soap’s shoulders as Ghost lingered a moment before leaning back so Price could get the shirt off. Ghost’s teeth were gone only for the seconds that took, returning in full force as Price took his time trailing his kisses down Soap’s body.

The mess of touching was muddling Soap’s head, helped along by the fact he still wasn’t fully awake, leaving his head swimming as Price and Ghost held him up. A groan left Soap’s mouth, as he thought for a moment, Price would actually commit and move his hands down far enough to give Soap what he wanted, until Ghost nipped at his neck again, and Soap remembered what they’d promised he was in for.

“Huh. Look at him.” Ghost’s voice seemed distant to Soap, as he slowly gave in to the temptation to float away into their touches.

“Soap.” Price’s hands on his hips jolted him back to reality. “You there?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“You ready?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.” Ghost grabbed Soap’s hips, tipping him forward onto Price, who pulled Soap forward onto his elbows as he shuffled back down the bed. Ghost was similarly pushing Soap onto his knees, grabbing a handful of Soap’s ass and squeezing hard. “Do you want to know what your punishment is?”

“Yes, please.” Soap nodded, shifting from his elbows to his hands as he got comfortable on them and knees between Price and Ghost.

“Atta boy. You’re going to stay there, and suck Price’s cock while I fuck your ass, and you’re not to cum until both of us say so. Got it?”

“Got it.”

“You’ve got a lot of faith in him.” Price murmured as he found his grip on the back of Soap’s head, pushing him down, groaning softly as Soap eagerly swallowed his dick in his mouth.

“Nah. But, gotta give him some hope, right?” Ghost winked at Price as he spread Soap’s ass open to nudge his cock into him.

“I s’pose.” Price groaned again, damn, Soap was good at sucking cock. He wished he could take credit for Soap’s skill, but it was Ghost who’d trained him to do this, rolling his head back, tracing veins with his tongue, swallowing his own groans as Ghost started to fuck his ass, jostling Soap forward with each thrust. Soap tried to maintain his pace even against that, helped by Price’s steadying hand on the back of his head, until Soap inhaled sharply, swallowing around Price’s dick before his jaw slacked. Price glanced down, shaking his head as he realised that Soap had come, all too soon.

Ghost had realised it too, his thrusts harsher as he met Price’s eye, checking that they were both aware of what was going to happen now. Price nodded, his eyes slipping close as he grunted, his fingers tightening on the back of Soap’s head as he came in his mouth. Price gave himself a moment before he pulled Soap up, watching his own cum drip down Soap’s chin. Price dragged Soap forward, off of Ghost’s dick, rolling him to the side to think about what he’d done as he and Ghost made their final decisions on punishments.

Ghost was a little reluctant to let go of Soap, after all, he’d been the only one to not come yet, but happily accepted Price as he moved in closer to remedy that. Price pushed Ghost’s mask up again, just far enough to kiss him as he took Ghost’s dick in his hand, intent on making Ghost come himself. Ghost glanced at Soap, and saw him staring at them, wide eyed as he swallowed Price’s come. He didn’t seem to notice how Ghost’s eyes raked down his body, taking in the bruises that were already starting to show.

Ghost groaned as he came, his cum covering Price’s hand, which he wiped away very unsubtly on Soap’s sheets.

“So, what’re you thinking?” Price murmured, kissing along Ghost’s exposed jaw.

“Missed a simple instruction, so something simple. Spanking?”

“Sounds good. As it was your instruction, do you want to handle it?”

“Do you even need to ask?” Ghost caught Price’s chin, kissing him again before they both turned their attention back to Soap.

Price slid back from Ghost, beckoning Soap to sit up and come to him. He pushed Soap’s head down to rest his lap, stroking Soap’s hair as Ghost manhandled him onto his knees, brushing a hand over Soap’s ass.

“What do you think? Hand, or should I get a paddle for him?”

“You think it’ll make a difference?” Price gently rubbed the back of Soap’s neck as Soap groaned softly. “Soap doesn’t learn, because he doesn’t want to.”

“I know.” Ghost chuckled. “That’s what we like about him.”

“True.” Price looked down at Soap. “You ready?”

Soap nodded.

“We need to hear you, Soap.”

Soap dragged his head back from Price’s thigh. “Yeah. I’m ready.”

“Atta boy, Johnny.” Soap whined when Ghost called him that, cut short by his own cry as Ghost’s hand smacked against his ass.

Price held tight to Soap, soothing him a little between each strike, watching as Soap bit his own lip to stop himself swearing, not looking to immediately break that rule again. It was Soap’s most commonly broken one, who knows why he agreed to it - Soap and swearing went hand in hand for the most part, which even Ghost could appreciate. That’s why he kept the punishment short, gently letting Soap up into Price’s arms after only a short round. Price crawled up against the pillows, keeping Soap tucked in his lap as Ghost sat up, pulling his mask off properly at last.

He sighed aloud, only for Soap to reach up and grab his face, pulling Ghost down to kiss him. Ghost sighed, leaning into Soap and putting his arm around Price, pulling all three of them together. Soap kept a tight hold on Ghost’s face, stealing kiss after kiss, as Price set about tending Soap’s bruises, prescribing gentle kisses to each and every one.

“I love you.” Soap mumbled, which made both Price and Ghost chuckle.

“We love you too.” They responded, pulling Soap even closer.

[haruchuiyo]

More than words could say

contains: implied arranged marriage, implied enemies to lovers, mutual pining, fluff.

word count: 1.7k +

fem!reader and bonten!kakucho

this is not set in modern times.

NOT PROOFREAD

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The moon is gleaming, brightening up the view in front of the engawa. You are sitting down on the bamboo floor, looking up at the moon when you feel the door from behind you slide open and then close.

“Cannot sleep?” Your husband low and gentle voice fills the silence in the dark, as he takes a seat beside you. You lean back while supporting yourself with your hands on the floor behind you. You look at Kakucho with a soft smile as you nod.

“Yeah, I have had trouble sleeping these past few weeks.” You tell him with a sigh. You watch his face expression go from a wondering one to slightly worried. How his brows furrows and how his beautiful eyes seems to be filled with worry for you.

“Why?” He asks and you look at him even more, telling yourself that is directed towards him that he is the cause of your difficulty falling asleep. That his voice, his rare smiles, how his face always brightens up at doing or talking about his interests. That every bit of him is taking up your mind and you don’t hate it. But hate how it makes you want to go over to his side of the bed chamber, lay down next to him and feel his warm embrace surround you.

Realizing you’ve stayed quiet for a while, you shrug your shoulders.

“No idea.” You tell him shortly before looking away to look at the moon. “Do you want to take a walk?” Kakucho speaks up and you look at him.

“You want to take a walk right now?” You look at him somewhat surprised, being mindful of how late in the night it was.

“Of course.” He says with a slight grin to his lips as he reaches his hand after standing up from the engawa, to stand in front of you. You take his hand in yours and he pulls you forward gently. You couldn’t properly enjoy the skin to skin contact from his hand on yours before he pulled it away. He coughs and prompts you to follow him which you did.

You and Kakucho walk side by side, shoes taps against the hard ground, creating a harmonious tune and pace. Both arms lightly sways, brushing against each other with each sway. You both seemingly look like two young adults who badly desires to entangle your hands together.

You lightly let out a little laugh from the awkwardness as Kakucho glances at you.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing.” You answer a bit to quickly which makes Kakucho quirk one eyebrow up and look at you like he caught your lie. “Nothing really, I’m sincere.” You tell him with a grin as you start to walk ahead, humming to yourself.

“You’re quite funny, you know?” Kakucho says out of nowhere. Now it was your time to quirk your brow at him. “And your reason is?” You tell him, prompting him to continue on what he meant by what he told you.

“Nothing really.” He tells you, hitting your own words right back at you which makes you let out a giggle. Kakucho smiles at you which makes your heart skip a beat and you hurriedly look away from his stunning smile and start walk away from him feeling flustered just from a mere smile, from your own husband to say the least.

Kakucho feels how his heart tightens, how his heart seems to be rushing and how his entire body fills with warmth at the sound of your laughs, your voice, the sight of your beautiful smiles, how your eyes glitter when you make him speechless with both of yours usual daily banter. He swore he felt his heart almost squeeze knowing you haven’t had a good sleep in weeks and he wishes to help you so desperately but doesn’t know how. Would you accept his help if he did?

What Kakucho doesn’t know is that you wouldn’t hesitate to take his help, to let him ease up your thoughts even though he is the main culprit of all your thoughts.

Kakucho sees a slight grown cherry flower among the path of the cherry blossom trees both of you’re walking on. He sees your figure walking up ahead from him and he hastily plucks the cherry flower and keeps it in his fist, hoping he doesn’t crush the beautiful small flower as he walks faster towards you to keep up with your pace.

Kakucho arrives beside you, and you look at him questioning.

“What took you so long to walk?” You say with a teasing voice as Kakucho shrugs his shoulders. “I was admiring the scenery unlike from someone who seems to be in a hurry.” Kakucho retorts back to you as you slightly gasp dramatically.

“You don’t say that.” You tell him pretending to be hurt which he chuckles at.

And the silence envelops the dark and between you two.

You stop in your tracks as you feel Kakucho grasp your arm and turn you around to face him. Looking up at his taller figure, feeling nervous at the close proximity but also wondering what he is doing.

“What is it? Are you okay?” He seems to be lost in thought as he looks at you and you saw how his other hand is formed into a fist and you lightly grab it, thinking he’s hurt.

“Are you in pain?” You ask worriedly as Kakucho shakes his head. “What is it then?” You ask, still thinking he might be in pain. Why does he have a gleeful expression on his face right now?

“I don’t want to worry about you in secret.” He starts off as he slides his hand that was grabbing your arm to your elbow only to place it on the middle of your back, pulling you in closer to him. Letting out a slight gasp from the very closer proximity than before, you also see how he looks wonderingly at his fist.

“And I don’t want to pay attention to you in secret either.” He says and reveals what he has in his fist and the cherry flower is still intact much to your husbands delight. He looks at you as he holds onto the thin stem of the flower and gently plucks it in your hair.

“What is it that you’re telling me?”

“I’m telling you that despite that we started off on the wrong foot of this arranged marriage, I’ve grown to like you.” He says and your expression widens in surprise, he continues. “In fact, I love you.” And you felt how tears forms in your eyes as you slide your hands up the front of his kimono and fist the material in your hands.

“This can’t be a jest, right?” You ask, wanting to be sure he isn’t pulling a trick on you. “It’s not a jest, my love. I am sincere with what I told you.” He says, his voice soft as he then places his other hand behind your back and wraps his arms around you. He lowers his head to yours to place his forehead on yours.

“I have to be better about being truthful if my wife thinks my confession is surely a jest.” He lightly says with a smile chuckle, trying to lighten you up.

“I thought it was only me.” You tell him as you slide your hands further up from his chest to wrap them around his neck, lightly scratching his nape.

“I’m glad it isn’t only you.” Kakucho says with a grin as you let out a small giggle.

“Let’s walk back, love.” He says as he pulls away and you nod your head.

Walking side by side, just a moments ago, both of you entangle the other ones hand with your own but now it’s set in motion.

Kakucho sways your intertwined hands together as he looks at you.

“I love you more than I could say.” He says as he pulls your intertwined hands up to his lips and peck your hand as he looks at you.

“Stop teasing me.” You felt yourself warm up inside your body at his words.

“I love to see my wife flustered, I might say it’s the best thing I know.” He says with a grin as you shake your head in utter disbelief but you love how he teases you.

Arriving back at your chamber, you slide your futon close to his and proudly get on it and slide your cover up. Kakucho slides the door open after a visit to the restroom and his face forms into a surprise which later gets replaced by a smile.

“It was time for you to sleep next to me.”

“Could have told me your confession earlier.” You tell back with a grin as Kakucho chuckles, he slightly loosens his kimono, revealing a bit of his chest and his tattoo and your breath hitches. You swear you stopped breathing when you finally took it all to your mind properly when Kakucho slides into his futon next to you, under his cover. He scoots himself closer to you and smoothly slide his arm below your head and pulls you into his embrace. You hold onto his kimono in surprise as you look at up at him, his eyes are closed but you know he isn’t sleeping by how his lips is formed into a smile.

“You’re the cause of my difficulty sleeping.” You tell him as you fiddle with his kimono. Kakucho opens his eyes and looks down at you in surprise. While still fiddling with his kimono, you speak up again.

“You’ve been on my mind for weeks, thus making me feel conflicted about my feelings for you. But every time I felt myself feel so much content in your presence, I just know I had fallen in love with you.” You finish off as go from fiddling with his kimono to rubbing random circles on his revealed chest where his tattoo is.

“Look at me, love.” And you do and you didn’t expect to have him place his lips on top of yours and link you into a such a soft yet so endearing kiss. Kakucho pulls you in closer by his arms and slightly pulls away from you. He rubs his nose against yours as he smiles at you.

“I love you more than any words I could say.” He says and you peck him on the lips and for the first time in weeks, you slept good that night and the nights afterwards.

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[sugar-coat-it]

Eddie Munson Smut <3

*Thanos voice*: Fine, I’ll do it myself

In which your date with Eddie ends with him eating you out in his trailer

Fem!reader

Contains: Oral sex (f receiving), finger sucking, dirty talk, pet names, hair pulling 

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It wasn’t uncommon that your dates ended in the privacy of Eddie’s trailer, with the both of you touching and loving each other like lovers kept apart for years. How could you not? You were teens in love, and Eddie was addicted to you. He was addicted to your smile and making you laugh, but also your taste and the sounds you made when his face was buried between your plush thighs. And fuck… was he good at it.

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“M’lady,” Eddie smiled, opening the door to his uncle’s trailer.

You rolled your eyes playfully, giving his chest a shove as you chuckled, walking into the small living space. His uncle working night shifts certainly made it easier for you two to “hang out”.

You were used to being at Eddie’s place, already making yourself at home by walking to the back of the trailer to Eddie’s room and sitting down on the cheap mattress, the springs creaking beneath your weight.

Eddie stood in the doorway for a moment, just drinking in the sight of you sitting on his bed. His eyes scanned from your feet, all the way up to your face. He did so slowly, sensually, with that devilish glint in his pretty brown eyes.

“What is it?” You asked, crossing your legs and leaning back on your hands as you tilted your head at him, being oh so enticing to Eddie without even knowing.

“Nothing. But, have I told you that you look ravishing tonight, sweetheart?” He grinned, closing the door behind him as he stepped into the room.

“Ravishing?” You repeated teasingly, making fun of his choice of words. Eddie always did have an interesting vocabulary.

“Yeah, you heard me. Scoot over.”

With that, you made room for him on the mattress, your thighs touching as he sat down next to you. Just that slight brush of your leg against his made what felt like butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to sweet talk me into something.”

“Maybe I am,” He shrugged flashing a smile at you. You couldn’t help but return the smile, Eddie having that effect on you.

Not wanting to wait any longer to just touch him, you moved to straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. There was a moment of just silence, the two of you looking at each other as you settled in on top of him.

“Oh? Someone’s eager.” He whispered, that stupidly charming smile on his face still there.

You looked away to be stubborn, aimlessly staring at the wall, but you felt Eddie’s ringed fingers sliding up to hold your cheek, turning your face to shift your gaze to him. His large rings felt cold against your cheek, a familiar feeling you couldn’t get enough of, it practically made you melt against him.

“No, no don’t look away. You’re in it now, commit.”

Eddie knew you wouldn’t turn down a challenge like that, not when your faces were so close that you could feel his hot breath fanning across your lips. A wicked smile grew on his face as you inched closer, your lips parting as you stared down at his. The thumb stroking your cheek dragged lower, swiping across your plump bottom lip slowly, tantalizingly. Not being able to help yourself, you pushed yourself forward, allowing his thumb to slip between your lips. Eddie’s eyes widened at your forwardness, watching with eager eyes as your tongue dragged along the pad of his thumb inside your mouth, a soft groan falling from his lips.

“Oh, aren’t you just precious? Look at that face.” He cooed.

Eddie knew what people said, that a freak like him didn’t deserve such a pretty girl like you. Part of Eddie wished they could see this, watch the show you were putting on for him right now. Just for him, no one else. Maybe a cynical weirdo like him didn’t deserve you, but he’d be damned if he would let that bother him right now. Especially when you were really giving him your best “fuck me” eyes as you looked up at him, that innocent expression on your face despite the fact that you were sucking on your boyfriend’s fingers.

Eddie retracted his finger, listening to the soft “pop” as a string of saliva connected his thumb to your lips. How lewd, and it was seriously getting the two of you more worked up by the second, your breathing becoming harder. Not wanting to waste another moment, Eddie brought your lips to his, kissing you roughly. There was a real fire in the kiss and you could feel it in your veins like electricity. As you found a rhythm of lips against lips, tongues exploring mouths, Eddie leaned you back against the mattress getting on top of you. The intensity wasn’t lost on you in the panting breaths and heavy, desperate touches you shared.

It felt so good that the tension between you was soaring, reaching new heights as the lip-locking continued. You knotted your fingers in his long, shaggy hair as you felt his hands beginning to feel your breasts through your shirt. His long fingers gently massaged them through the fabric, his rings swiping over your hardening nipples, which made you curse into his mouth. Of course, your breathy words were swallowed by the passionate kiss, but he knew just how frustrated you were getting.

“Eddie-” You mumbled breathily, pulling away from the kiss for a moment.

“What is it, princess?” He replied, pressing a hot kiss to the column of your neck.

“More, please.” You practically begged.

“But of course. We haven’t even gotten to the main event yet.” He smiled into your neck.

Eddie got up from on top of you, slipping his hellfire shirt off of his thin frame. You couldn’t help but ogle him, the way his long hair draped over his shoulders as he tossed the shirt to the side. He then licked his lips as his eyes flicked down at your pants, and then back up to your face. With that motion, you realized what he wanted, and you were more than happy to indulge his fantasies. Stripping yourself of your pants, your cute lacy panties were now on full display to your eager boyfriend.

“Oh. Fuck. Yeah.” Eddie grinned, his hands already moving to squeeze your plush thighs, spreading them apart so he could get a better view of those pretty panties. He could see the little damp spot that had gathered on them, seeing how wet you’d gotten just from kissing him. He couldn’t help but feel pride swell in his chest as he looked at it, moving his head down to kiss your inner thighs. Pride wasn’t the only thing he felt, however, because he could also feel his pants growing tighter at this view of you. Lust was clouding his brain, it was clear in the way he was gazing up at you from below with those lidded eyes.

“You’re so fucking hot, y’know that?” He commented, giving one of your thighs a playful nip with his teeth.

With that he sat up again, pulling a rubber band off from his wrist, and reaching back to pull his hair into a makeshift ponytail. He looked so damn good like that, it was only making you want him more. Eddie always tied his hair back before he ate you out because he wanted absolutely nothing in the way of pleasuring you as deeply as possible.

“Eddie, baby, please.” You almost whined, wanting him to hurry up.

Your clit was aching so hard that it felt like your whole cunt was pulsing between your thighs. To show him just how bad you needed his mouth, you pushed your panties to the side and slid your fingers between your slick folds, spreading them so he could see how wet you were for him. That was all Eddie needed to practically fall over trying to get between your legs as fast as he could. He spread your thighs farther out so he had more room, before finally touching you where you needed it most. He moaned softly as his fingers ran through your folds, exposing your sensitive bud to him. Gently, he leaned in and placed a sweet kiss on your clit while looking at you right in the eyes. It made your thighs shake with impatience at his teasing, a whimper spilling past your lips as you begged him with your eyes.

The silent begging worked, because the next thing you knew, Eddies tongue was licking a long stripe between your folds, gathering your sweet honey. You shivered, your head tilting back against the headboard as you braced yourself for more. You were already so sensitive, and Eddie could tell with the way your thighs threatened to close in around his head as he began to languidly lap at your arousal. His name sounded like a prayer on your lips as you called it out, your tone going straight to his strained erection as it throbbed in his pants. He knew it would take more than some slow licking to get you to fall apart, so he upped the intensity, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking hard. A pang of intense stimulation ripped through your body, tearing a gasp from your lips. Your thighs clamped around his head before you could stop them, not that he minded. If Eddie Munson were to die, he’d probably want it to be with your soft thighs around his face.

“You taste delicious, like the nectar of the gods.” He mumbled against you. You had no idea what the fuck he was talking about, but it sounded good when he said it.

The man kept going, his intensity unwavering as he played with you, his tongue flicking and sucking at your most sensitive spot. His hands came around to hold your thighs, squeezing them lovingly as he continued his assault on your cunt. Your hips had begun to rock against his face, following his rhythm as your body searched for even more friction against your boyfriend’s mouth. He happily accepted the way you’d started grinding against him, taking the opportunity to now lower his tongue to your sopping slit, pushing it inside. You cried out as you felt his tongue slipping into you, beginning to push in and out. This only made your hips rock harder, the knot in your core becoming tighter.

“Close! M-close-” You practically sobbed, your hands grabbing onto his pulled-back hair, making him moan against your cunt.

Eddie’s eyes rolled back and fluttered closed as he felt you tug on his hair, continuing to eat you out like a starved man. His hips had begun grinding into the mattress, his painfully hard cock needing some kind of relief. He always got so turned on just from eating you out, he fucking loved it.

“Yeah… yeah, fucking cum. Cum on my tongue…” He groaned like he was in a trance, eyes shut tight as he went back up to your clit.

You opened your own eyes for a second, tilting your head back down to take a look at your beautiful boyfriend, and that’s what really sent you over the edge. Looking at him as he ate you out like you were his last meal, wanting to make you just lose your mind so badly was the hottest thing you’d ever seen.

You couldn’t take it anymore, the knot snapping as your broken moans filled the room along with the obscene wet noises of Eddie enjoying your taste. Your fingers curled into his hair hard as your back arched, seeing stars behind your squeezed shut eyes. Electric waves of pleasure burst deep inside you like fireworks, making your thighs shake as you orgasm. Your climax washed over you in intense waves, Eddie helped you ride through it, eventually slowing down his movements to gentle kisses on your pussy.

“Atta girl.” He smiled lazily, watching as you collapsed back against his pillows.

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You heard it here folks. Eddie Munson is a god at eating pussy.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request the Obey Me guys as well as the Now Dateables?

Perhaps M/C crawling into bed with them wanting to be held and to be touched.

Perhaps a little nsfw added in 🤤😉

note: this is the only imagine/scenario I will do for all 11 boys. cuz I’m a thirsty bitch. the rest of the time we will stick to the rules of HCs only.

Additionally, the plot has been changed slightly to ‘coming to their room at night’. Sorry. If you want NSFW stuff for a specific boy, based on the provided content, I’ll do it but 11 boys is too much even for my thirsty trappy ass.

Obey Me Boys + MC Crawling into Bed with Them

Lucifer

Lucifer sighed over his paper work. Would his turmoil never cease? 

Sometimes he felt like he had fallen into a lower level of the Devildom. Like the 13th circle of hell where the preferred torture method for lost souls was endless paperwork. A modern day Sisyphus, only instead of a boulder it was forms.

He heard the door to his room quietly click open & then close. He doesn’t look up from his paper work as he knew who it was. There was only one person, ok maybe two, who would come into his room this late at night without knocking. “What is it [Y/N]?”

“I was um...wait, you wear reading glasses?”

Lucifer frowned and looked up from his paper work now. “Magical reading glasses. For reading magical text.” They were required to read some of the magical scripts he was combing over. “What is it [Y/N]?”

The human squirmed a little when he asked again. Seeming to think over the answer, or more precisely how to explain it. “I couldn’t sleep.” They finally confess. “I was wondering if I could stay in here with you, but....you’re busy.”

Lucifer arched a brow slightly, but then moved some of the papers he had completed to make space for them. “Come on. I won’t be much longer.”

[Y/N] smiled at him and scampered over. Crawling in under the silk sheets, and as close as possible to him with him on top of them as they could. “Thank you Lucifer.”

“Of course, my dearest one.” He replied with a soft smile, leaning down to kiss the top of their head before returning to his work. Renewed in his commitment to get this done so he could spend the night with [Y/N].

Mammon

It was late. It was almost 3:00 in the morning by the time he got home, and it had been a shitty night.

Mammon had been at the casino. Gambling, drinking, dancing, the usual. His luck turned sour around 11:00 and, stupid Mammon, had spent the remaining four hours trying to turn it around. That of course didn’t work so now he was even more broke, defeated, and feeling like crap for his failure; regretting Lucifer finding out and making him feel worse. Fuck it had been the worst night.

He rounded the corner to his room and looked up in surprise to see [Y/N] at his door. “What are you doing here?” His voice seemed to surprise them too as they jumped a little before turning to him.

“Oh I was…coming to see if you wanted to hang out?”

“Hang out?” Mammon repeated with an arched brow. “Ya know it’s like 3:00 in the morning, right?”

“O-Oh…is it? I guess I miss read the time.” [Y/N] began to fidget, then muttered some apology about going back to their room.

The demon reached out and caught their hand before they could get far. “Hey, what’s wrong? Nobody comes out here in the middle of the night without a reason.” Or they were out super late like him.

[Y/N] looked down, then decided to tell the truth. “I couldn’t sleep. So I wanted to see you.”

Mammon blinked behind his shades. He hadn’t been expecting that. Now it was his turn to fidget as he realized out of all the people in the world, [Y/N] had chosen to come see him.

“Yeah well…of course ya’d come to the Great Mammon for help. I uh…guess you can stay in here with me tonight.”

He showered to get the smoke & stink of shame off before crawling into bed with [Y/N]. His little human already drifting off just being in his covers. Mammon wrapped his arms around them and held them close. Maybe it wasn’t the worst night after all.

Levi

Of course he was awake when [Y/N] came to his room. The latest install of Kenji Momotaro: Demon Slayer Warrior Prince had just been released that day, and Levi he been playing it since he had gotten his hands on it. He wouldn’t be sleeping for a while.

When he heard the knock on his door, initially missing it over the sound of his game and tunnel vision, Levi paused for the first time in hours to go see who it was. “[Y/N]-chan?”

“Can…I stay in here with you?” They asked. Catching Levi by surprise. “I can’t sleep in my room.”

The blunette blushed violently, and covered his face. “Y-Y-You….You want to sleep in here with me??”

“Is…that ok?” They asked cautiously. Seeming let down by his reaction.

“No. I mean! Yes! W-What I mean is, I’m not going to bed right now. I’m grinding through my new game so….you might not be happy in here.” Plus, his bed was a bathtub. Which was only comfortable to him.

“Oh. Well…I don’t want to mess up your game. If that’s more important to you.”

“That’s not what I meant!” Levi outburst. Then quickly covered his mouth in embarrassment. “I…I just don’t think you’ll get a lot of sleep in here. I only like my room after all.”

“I like your room.” If Levi turned any redder, he was going to get a nose bleed. “It’s dark, which is nice. Plus the aquariums are really soothing. And…you’re there. I just wanted to be around you since I couldn’t sleep, but I guess that’s silly.”

The demon had to cover his mouth again. This time over threat of nose bleed. He was so red from embarrassment, but also incredibly moved by [Y/N]’s words, that he quickly responded, “you can stay with me.”

He moved aside and let [Y/N] in. Leading them over to his game area where he laid out some plushies as a bed, and pulled out a blanket to cover them. “I-I-I…I’m gonna keep playing since I’m not tired. But I’ll put my headphones on so I don’t disturb you. Y-Y-You can lay down here and i-i-if you fall asleep I won’t mind.”

“Thanks Levi.” He had to gulp at the cute sleepy way they said his name, before they tucked in and he went back to his game.

He couldn’t concentrate for the rest of the game, with [Y/N] so close. Choosing to use his leg as a pillow. Eventually he gave up and leaned back against the edge of his tub, not daring to disturb them and actually getting a good night sleep as well.

Asmo

There were few things that Asmo considered sacred. Love. Vitality. The Louis Vuitton spring collection.

But the one thing he considered sacred most of all, was his beauty sleep regiment.

The Avatar of Lust had a strict sleep schedule to give his body the best rejuvenation possible, and amplify his beauty. Everyone knew about it, and choose to leave Asmo alone; per his wishes.

Which was why it was so frustrating when his rest was disturbed by a knock at the door.

Asmo grumbled under his sleep mask at the light rapping that wouldn’t go away. Irritated by the noise, and now the worry lines whoever it was was putting into his forehead. He pushed his mask up to his hair line and got up out of bed towards the door. “What?!” He said in a not cute, very moody outburst when he opened it. Seeing [Y/N] standing there, startled by his ugly display. “Oh, [Y/N]-kun. It’s you.”

“Y-Yeah. Yeah it’s me. Sorry to wake you, I’ll just…go.”

“Wait [Y/N]! I’m sorry. If I had known it was you paying me a late night visit, I would have been much nicer and answered the door sooner.”

“Well I….couldn’t sleep so…-“Ahhhh~! You couldn’t sleep so you decided to come to me?? How naughty!”

[Y/N] frowned and turned to leave, but Asmo apologized quickly for being cheeky. “Did you want to stay with me tonight? That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” He could tell he was right, but the human was second guessing themselves on coming here. “I promise I’ll behave. Really.”

[Y/N] seemed to trust them, and came into the room & into bed with Asmo. He was practically giddy with them being so close, but was true to his word and supplied no funny stuff for the evening. Just rest and cuddles.

In the morning, he couldn’t wait to tell his brothers how he slept with [Y/N] last night. Causing quite the intentional misunderstanding and ruckus over breakfast that day.

Satan

Satan was getting ready for bed. Pjs on, teeth brushed, uniform set out for tomorrow, and on his bed reading one last chapter of his latest book, when he heard the knock at the door.

At first he thought it was a branch hitting the glass of his window. But when he heard it again, he knew it was at his door, and had a very The Raven moment before he went to answer it.

“[Y/N]? What are you doing here? It’s so late.”

“I know, I know,” the replied, scratching the back of their head. “I just…I couldn’t sleep. I tried but I just couldn’t get to sleep, and wanted to see you.” They look up at him with big doe eyes and ask, “can I stay with you tonight?”

Of course, he couldn’t say no. Not with a look like that. Or more importantly, he’d never say no to [Y/N]. Satan offered them a soft smile and nodded before letting them in.

“What were you reading?” They asked, as the climbed into bed first. Watching Satan put his book away for them.

“Oh, just a new fiction series I found. Simeon recommended it to me.” He said as he climbed into bed as well.

“What’s it about?”

He told them the premise of the story, and eventually read aloud the first few chapters to them as they curled up beside him. Falling asleep soon after.

Satan smiled again, and put the book back away, before leaning down to kiss their forehead and curl in beside them. Ready for bed now.

Beel

It was pretty late when he heard the knock on the door. And a miracle he heard it at all.

Belphie was the sleeper out of the two of them, but Beel wasn’t exactly a light sleeper either. Between his workouts, large meals, and having to get up early for his morning workouts, the red head was usually dead to the world when his head hit the pillow. But, still, when he heard the quite knock on the door he woke up. 

If he were a thinker like Satan or the others, he would have thought that it was maybe their bond that woke him. Instead he just trudged half asleep towards the door to open it. “[Y/N]?”

“S-Sorry....” They apologize and look towards the ground as Beel looked at them curiously. “I knew you were asleep, but I still woke you up. I’m sorry.”

“Is something wrong?” Beel asked. A bit more awake now that he knew it was them and they seemed distressed. [Y/N] shrugged. “Did you have a bad dream?” 

They pause for a while, but then shrug again. He might not be a thinker like the others, but he was smart enough to know what that meant. He reached out to take their hand and pulled them into his room. Leading them over to his bed and pulling them onto it.

“Don’t worry. You can stay here.” Beel said, holding [Y/N] to his chest in a horizonal hug. “I’ll keep you safe. You don’t have to worry while I’m here. Go back to sleep.”

His words seem to do the trick, and [Y/N] feel back asleep. Beel stayed awake a little while longer. Combing his fingers through their hair, before he too fell back asleep.

Belphie

He heard the conversation from the door, but didn’t bother getting up.

The only thing that could break through when he was asleep was Beel and [Y/N]’s voice. So hearing them both woke him up pretty quickly, although it seemed to be handled. 

He tried to go back to sleep after hearing you settle in, but it didn’t work. The usually lazy demon kept fidgeting in his sleep, trying to get comfortable, and even counting sheep to try and go back to dream land. Nothing worked. And he knew why.

Belphie got up out of bed, hugging his pillow to his chest, and walked over to the over bed across the room and kicked it. When Beel and [Y/N] looked up at him half asleep he demanded, “move over.” He couldn’t sleep know that [Y/N] was cuddling up with someone else and not him. Especially in the same room.

[Y/N] huffed in their sleep and laid back down, scooching closer to Beel to try and make space. Beel, on the other hand, smile sleepily up as his twin and properly moved over; back pressed against the wall with [Y/N] at his chest to give him as much space as possible.

Belphie smiled back at him, then dropped his pillow to climb in. Instantly falling asleep. Holding on to his twin and beloved [Y/N] for the rest of the night.

Simeon

Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise. Those were the words that Simeon tried to live by

He was just about to slip under the covers happily, when he heard a small knock at the door. It was so faint & small, that he assumed it was Luke needing something. So he quickly went over to answer it without putting his robe on.

“Oh…[Y/N]….” The angel said, feeling his cheeks heat up and clinching for his imaginary robe to cover his pjs, when he realized it was you. “What are you doing here?”

He didn’t mean in the Hall. You were stay in the other dorm for a while as an infestation of some icky, demon creepy crawly, that just loved to nibble on humans was dealt with in the House of Lamentation. Luke of course had been thrilled you were staying with them, insisting that the change be made permanent to keep you away from those rowdy demons. Simeon couldn’t really agree on the demon part, but he wouldn’t be disappointed if you stayed here more.

“I…couldn’t sleep,” you tell him. “New surroundings and all. I was…wondering if I could stay in your room?”

The angel seemed to bristle in surprise at your words. Taken aback, but also in the warm feeling that was spreading through his chest. God have mercy…..

“I don’t know if that would be appropriate.”

“Please?” [Y/N] beckoned. He had to gulp down the lump, and instantaneous urge to say yes, building in his throat. “I just don’t want to sleep alone. I keep thinking about those things in my room back at the dorm. And being around you is so comforting. Just for tonight? I’ll sleep on the couch and everything if that’s a problem.”

“I wouldn’t let you do that.” Simeon insisted. He would never let them sleep on the couch like some vagabond. “Well….alright. But just for tonight. And just because you’re feeling unsettled.” He doesn’t know who he was trying to convince more: them or himself.

He didn’t get much sleep that night. Tense, and trying to remain appropriate even is they slept next to him. But, in a way, it was the best night he had ever had.

Solomon

He always stayed up late. The late to early morning hours were the best time for magic. The witching hour. He was knee deep into his research & spell casting when he heard the knock at the door.

“I..saw the light on…” [Y/N] said when he opened the door. “Are you…going to bed soon?”

Solomon blinked for a moment, then looked down at his pocket watch. Oh, it was rather late. But….“No. I still have quite a bit of work to do.”

The other human sighed, then turned to leave from his door just as suddenly as they came. “Wait. What is it?” He asked, stopping them.

They turn, and seem to debate about answering before, “I couldn’t sleep and was thinking it might be nice to cuddle with you.” Solomon blinked again. In surprise this time. “Stupid, right?”

No, not stupid, he thought. It was just no on had ever asked to cuddle with him before. His body and cool demeanor might be misleading, but he was a very fierce sorcerer. Powerful, and awe inspiring. He had made cities tremble in his young days, and was powerful enough to independently bind one of the strongest demons in hell. Cuddles were not something that one usually thought of when it came to him.

He opened the door to let them in and said, “if you can’t sleep, I can make you a potion.” When that didn’t seem to go over well he corrected with, “or…I could lay down with you for a moment.”

The ‘moment’ turned into the whole evening, because the second his head hit the pillow, he instantly fell asleep. Lulled to dream land by his many late nights, and the warm embrace of [Y/N]. Perhaps there were better things than just getting research done.

Diavolo

He groaned in his sleep. Then rolled over on his side, immediately pulling [Y/N] in when he was in close proximity of them. It was a reflex at this point.

At first, he had tried to keep his distance from the human exchange student. No good would come from it, and it was inappropriate that the future King & patron of the program would be involved with one of the terrestrial candidates. But he couldn’t help it.

Their brightness. Their smile. Their hope for the program and just life won him over and now he couldn’t stand to be further apart from them than a second.

“It’s morning....”

Divaolo groaned and buried his head into the back of their neck. “Five more minutes...”

“We can’t. It’s morning.” [Y/N] insisted. Jutting their hips back against his front; which had the opposite effect of trying to get him out of bed. “If you don’t go, Barbatos will start looking for you. And if he teleports into my room it will be a whole thing.”

That certainly was a metaphoric splash of cold water.

The prince groaned again, and buried himself deeper for a second, before he compliantly agreed and got up. The little full bed in the student dorms joyful of his departure, as it squeaked happily as he tried to leave it.

“Can I come again tonight?” Diavolo asked, as he adjusted his ornate bed clothes. He never slept in them. Like most things in his life, they were all for show.

[Y/N] smiled at him from under their covers and said, “of course.”

His heart swelled at their smile and the promise of later. Surging forward he gave them an impassioned good morning kiss, and told them, “wait up for me.” Before he disappeared in a whirl of black smoke to his own bedroom.

It felt terribly cold now. But he only had to wait until tonight. That he could live for.

Barbatos

The work of a butler is never really done.

There were always things to do. More chores to complete. More tasks to do. Particularly in the life of the royal butler. But Barbatos never complained about his job. He was literally born for it, and took great pride in his work. No matter how small the task.

When he heard the small bell, harking a summons from on of the guest rooms, Barbatos stopped polishing the silver and immediately went upstairs to see what was needed. “You called, [Y/N]?” He asked upon arrival. Calm as ever, and ready to help. “How may I be of assistance?”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called you up here.” They apologized. “I just….couldn’t sleep.”

Barbatos chuckled a little with a soft smile. “No need to apologize, [Y/N]. You’re a guest here, and a friend of the young master.” As well as a dear person to him. “I’m happy to help with anything you need. Might I make you some soothing nightshade tea? That seems to do the trick for most people.”

“N-No. No I…I was wondering….if you’d just sit with me for a while.” The human looked down at the ornate bed spread. Picking at the embroidery in a nervous manner. “Til I fall back asleep?”

The demon smiled again, and came over to sit on the edge of the bed. Holding them in the most comfortable manner possible with him on top of the covers, and them under them. “That is a simple thing.” He told them softly. “Close your eyes. I shall stay with you until you are asleep, and make sure you are taken care of.”

“Thank you.” [Y/N] said lazily. Already closing their eyes and falling back asleep with him close.

The work of a butler was never really done. But this was a task he was happy to do.

[shotorozu]

you like their hands

character(s) : todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku (1/?)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk’s not specific

post type : headcanons; accompanied with a small scenario [fluff, the mildest of spice not nsfw]

note(s) : i was thinking about todo’s hands today— also i’ll be adding pictures of what i think their hand looks like so.. 😳

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todoroki shouto

i’d like to believe that shouto’s hands would be long and pretty— kinda like how i’d imagine akaashi and kageyama’s hands

but have y’all seen that man’s hands in the anime and manga 😳 they’re not really what i’d call them “long”

so i had to find a mid point, kinda like a fusion of both.

his hands are either really pale, or the knuckles are just really red

moving on..

you have a weird infactuation with his hands, and you were gonna tell him! but you just didn’t know when

he didn’t really get it at first??

yes, he will respect and properly entertain your interests. but.. his hands? he doesn’t get that part yet

shouto can say he takes care of them well. washing his hands at least 3 times a day, and applying lotion on them with the slightest mint scent in it

and he takes care of his hands because he needs to rely on them everytime he uses his quirk.

speaking of quirk— his hands are either scorching to the touch, or cold.

so the first time he reaches out for your hand, you just.. freeze?? you were talking about something random while walking with him

then he just suddenly reached for your hand

seeing your reaction, he’s like.. “oh. my hand must be too cold for them. gotta switch.”

then he switches hands, holding your hand with his left. and you’re still the same, and it appears to be that switching didn’t really help

scenario

“what’s wrong, love?” he pulls you aside, staring at your expression— seeing that you became stiff when he reached for your touch.

you want to downplay the entire situation, really. but shouto doesn’t budge, that’s just who he is, and he’s still left wondering what’s wrong, and if he did something.

that is until you mention his hands, and that you like them

“your hands.. are really nice i guess,” you avert your gaze “i like them.” you say in almost a whisper like tone.

he sighs in relief. and he feels better that it’s not about the fact that you hate the temperature of his hands, since they’re either abnormally sahara desert hot or cold like fresh snow on a december morning.

his cheeks flare pink for a moment, in sudden realization “y-you like my hands?” shouto asks this as a confirmation, hoping that he actually heard it correctly.

but when you nod, he takes full advantage— entertaining your interest in his hands to his best abilities

he smiles when he sees your expression change when he brushes the back of your hand with his own. then, he finally holds your hand— the coolness of his right hand is making you hyper aware

your heart only pounds faster against your chest, when he presses his lips to the back of your hand, maintaining eyecontact as he does soz

after dating you, he paints his nails with clear nail polish. it makes him feel better knowing that they’ll stay clean even with all the hectic training

to calm you down, he likes to rub his thumb against your cheek— his quirk slightly activating while he stares into your eyes

a little spicy; but whenever you eat your desert during a date, he will wipe the excess off the side of your lips, and ask you to lick it off.

is he teasing you? or is he serious? we will never know.

bakugou katsuki

SCREAMs

bakugou’s hands are big, and his veins are prominent— but not too veiny to the point it’s concerning.

he sometimes likes wearing rings but.. that’s just sometimes

his hands are strangely soft, especially the palms— but he could say there’s some rough spots here and there, but he’d guess it’s because of his quirk.

bakugou’s hands are always warm and sweaty, which he never actually cared about— until he started dating you

he’s kinda worried that you wouldn’t wanna hold his hand, but you can say it’s actually the opposite?

you really like his hands.. but you’re just scared of getting judged

so when he reaches for your hand, you try to pretend that he wasn’t? you turn your head away— trying to not look the slightest bit of dazed

scenario

“what’s up with you?” bakugou interrogates you, his ruby irises glaring into your eyes— his voice gruff

“what?” you question, the sudden action was out of the blue— and you hold in your breath when his hands cage you in, large hands pressed on the wall behind you

“HAH?” he yells, not amused by your sudden oblivion, “don’t act dumb,” he grits his teeth “spit it out, and tell me what’s wrong.”

“nothing’s wrong, suki— i don’t really follow?” you try to convince him that no, i’m totally not afixiated with something about you, even though you’re my boyfriend; i don’t wanna admit that. however— you’re not very slick.

“tch, fucking liar.” his eyes narrow, “if you hate my fuckin’ hands, then i prefer it if you were honest about it.”

“sorry, but what?” you blink, suddenly appalled by his words, “hate.. your hands?”

“because that’s what it is, huh?” he moves even closer to you, practically inches away; and you can only pray that he can’t hear the rather loud beating of your heart. “my hands are so sweaty that you don’t wanna touch em, is that it?”

you’re agitated by his misunderstanding, and you sigh; finally deciding to come clean. “fine! fine. i like your hands.”

you didn’t mean to make it sound that upfront.

bakugou blinks, the sudden tension releasing into thin air, his expression left almost as equally surprised as you.

“tch. so that’s how it is,” he smirks, and by the way it looks— you suddenly regret telling him that.

well.. not really?

he actually takes advantage of that, making sure you remember his hands nicely.

when he sits next to you on the couch, he’ll throw his beefy ass arm around your shoulders like usual. then, he’ll run his hand up and down, making sure you’re aware of his touch.

bakugou will be THAT BITCH that’ll gesture you to come over so he could kiss you,

and when you’re leaning in— he’ll pinch your cheek, a sly grin on his face.

a little spicy; but he’s the type to rest his hand on your neck when you guys kiss <3 ugh

but overall— he’s really glad you actually like his hands, and it wasn’t like you hated them at all

but GOSH he just wished you told him from the start >:T

midoriya izuku

less veins, but.. DAMN THEY’RE KINDA THICK?? not too thick but.. have you seen his hands in the manga??

of course— his hands are rough, with a bunch of scars from his quirk. which he was kinda conscious about

but he tries hard to take care of them outside of combat things in fights; if they’re damaged then.. oh well

he definitely fiddles with pencils, and when he’s studying— the chance of him having a silver’s hand is likely (the thing where the graphite smeers on the back of your hand) he hates that shit

he definitely has a writer’s callus. PROVE ME WRONG!! that man writes a lot, and so do i so 😌 twinsies

but he tries to keep them clean, and he wants to make them feel less rough— so he will invest in some hand cream

compared to the other two, midoriya’s hands are normal in temperature.

but his grip is firm but he doesn’t really realize it sometimes.

you like his hands because.. the detail on his hands leave you mesmerized

but you don’t really wanna weird him out or make him uncomfortable. since he gets really flustered quick.

and you don’t want him to just stare at his hands and think about your fascination about them. no distractions

but he gets real pouty when you pull away

scenario

“hey Y/N, do you.. hate holding hands with me?” izuku asks one day, when you guys are studying in your room

“what?” you tilt your head, really surprised by his question— since you guys sat in silence for the last few minutes. you can feel the edge in your stomach grow when he mentions his hands.

“you always pull away when i try to hold your hand.” you gesture him to continue what he’s saying, and he continues “ but i get it though! my hands are.. scarred, rough. they’re kinda ugly compared to the rest of the guys.” he’s rambling, and you can’t help but feel really saddened.

“izuku, no.” you shake your head, “your hands aren’t ugly. yeah, they may be scarred and all— but they saved a lot of people, it saved eri, and it helped you get to where you are today.”

izuku’s cheeks flush with red, and he can’t say that you’re wrong. but; though he’s provided with reassurance, that’s not the answer he wanted

“but why won’t you hold my hand?”

“because i..” averting your eyes to the wall behind him, you’re looking for the right words. “i like your hands. i didn’t want to make you feel weird because of me.”

you look at his face after the confession, and it’s just ingulfed in a red shade.

on the contrary, this makes him like his hands more. everytime he looks at his hands, he’ll be motivated by your words.

but he’ll be a little shy with acting on it at first; especially in public

but fear not! izuku may seem innocent, but he also knows what he’s doing so.. don’t be decieved

when he’s studying, he’ll write with his right hand, and feed you little snacks with his left hand— urging you to open your mouth and take the snack

after sparring with you he’ll comment on how you did so good, also while placing his hands on your shoulder— massaging any sore parts

a little spicy, but when you guys are kissing, HIS HANDS WILL ROAM TO PLACES. pulling you closer as he attacks your lips

overall— he might be a little shy at first, but he can say he’s pretty accepting of your interest in his hands. it makes him feel better about the appearance of his hands.

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