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kookooluvr · 2 months ago

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Teach Me How To Love - Part 3

pairing: professor!jungkook x (fem) professor!reader, fwb to lovers

genre: fluff, angst, smut, fwb au, economicsprofessor!jungkook, politicalscienceprofessor!reader, slow burn, some emotional constipation, some sappy moments, lots of sexy moments.

summary: jeon jungkook, a fellow professor at yonsei university, is your friend, co-worker, and secret bed buddy. you have rules set in place to make sure there are no misunderstandings in your little arrangement. the #1 rule is as clear as day; no catching feelings. simple, right? wrong. let's see how un-simple it gets when a certain economics professor falls for an emotionally unavailable political science professor.

rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

word count: 6.7k

warnings: we get to know the besties a bit, jihyo and tae being our cutesie side characters <3 oc and jk both spill the beans to their friends,mentions of the infamous ex (booo, throwing tomatoes), oc buys and wears lingerie for jk, she sends him a photo in said lingerie, explicit sexual content; making out, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex, missionary, squirting, soft dom jk, multiple orgasms, jk learns something new about oc, jk's in his feelings, my poor baby, jk's also a teeny tiny bit of a stalker...but in a sweet way if that makes any sense :)

author's note: part 3 took longer than i would've liked bc my procrastination was kicking my ass. anyway, pls enjoy !!! things will start being a bit more eventful from part 4 onwards so bear with me 🤪🫶🏼 as usual, make sure to like, reblog and pleeeaaase share all your thoughts and feelings about these kiddos <3

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It's been a week since Jungkook came over. You spoke here and there in passing but you haven't had a chance to actually hang out again after that night because you're both just too busy prepping for final exams before the long awaited summer break. This time of year is always a bit crazy for both the students and the educators, which leaves you with almost no time to mess around with cute economics professors.

You've been a bit stressed out all week, so you really weren't planning on spending your Saturday in a busy mall, looking through racks of lingerie, and yet that's exactly what you're doing. Why? Because Jihyo texted you saying she needed your help in buying something sexy to wear on an upcoming date she has with some guy she met at work. His name's Mark and from what she's told you about him, he sounds...promising.

Jihyo, unlike you, is looking for a boyfriend. Boy, is she looking. She's gone on about seven dates with five different men in the past couple of months and she is yet to find her Mr. Right. From what she's told you, she's looking for someone educated, tall, handsome, funny, and someone who can "match her freak". The closest she got to that was some guy she met at a club two months ago, who was lucky enough to get three whole dates before he eventually gave her the ick by referring to his mother as 'mommy'. For her own sanity, you hope Mark won't make that same mistake.

However, Jihyo's mind isn't on Mark right now. Oh no, she's much more focused on the man you're seeing.

"___, come on. We've been best friends since the fifth grade. Are you really going to look me in my eye and tell me you're not seeing anyone? And don't lie to me."

You roll your eyes, scanning the rack of pink satin and red lace, feeling the different fabrics between your fingers. One minute, you were asking her about Mark and how they met, and the next thing you know, you're being interrogated in the middle of a lingerie store.

"I'm not looking you in your eye. I'm looking at lingerie. Ooh, this is pretty."

Jihyo loves you, really, she does. You've known each other for most of your lives. That means she supports you in everything you do. That also means she can see right through your bullshit when no one else can. She's been suspicious of you and your apparent mystery man for a while now, and she won't stop asking you about him until she gets answers.

"I'm serious. I know you're seeing someone. You're not slick, babe. I know you inside and out, and I have really good intuition...and I might have seen a text I shouldn't have when your phone was on the table at the restaurant during lunch."

Dammit.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You feign ignorance, refusing to spill the beans even after practically getting caught. You and Jungkook both swore to keep it between the two of you. It's one of the rules. Who knows what will happen if you just start breaking rules all willy-nilly. Sure, it's not that big of a deal if you tell one friend, especially your best friend, but that's how it starts. You're breaking this rule, and then another and another until you're Robin Thicke and the lines are blurred.

"Cut the shit," Jihyo says dryly, crossing her arms over her chest, clearly unwilling to drop the subject. "Who is this mysterious 'prof jeon' and why was he asking you when you're free to see him?"

You let out a defeated sigh, looking over at her. You know that look on her face. She's just going to keep asking if you don't tell her and it's pointless lying about it. She can be a pain in your ass at times but she's definitely not stupid. And besides, she's your best friend. You'd be a bad best friend for not telling her that you're basically getting the best sex of your life, right?

Screw it.

"Okay, I'm not even supposed to tell anyone about it and it's really not a big deal but...I'm kinda sleeping with one of the other professors at work." You quickly press your lips together as soon as the words leave your mouth, looking back at the lingerie to avoid her eyes and all the questions you know you're about to be bombarded with in a second.

"What?!"

"Can you keep your voice down?" you whisper-yell, noticing a few people turning their heads to see what the sudden outburst was about.

"Sorry," she mutters with a snort, clearly not expecting that news. "Who is this professor? What's his name? Jeon who? Why didn't I know about this sooner? Since when have you-"

You cut her off before she can get the rest of her questions out.

"His name is Jungkook, he teaches economics, and before you ask, no, he's not my boyfriend or anything like that. I'm still not ready for that. We met a few months after I transferred to work at the university and we were just work-friends for the most part, but then we hooked up one night last year and it wasn't really supposed to happen again because we were a bit drunk but it was so good, and then it happened two more times and then...well, then we just agreed to keep having casual sex. That's it."

Jihyo is quiet for a moment, processing the information that was just thrown at her. How have you been sleeping with this man for a year and she had no idea? She's actually quite impressed that you could keep it a secret for that long.

"Wow."

"That's it? That's all you're gonna say?" you chuckle, turning around to look at her with a light blue lacey set in your hands.

"I just...I'm happy for you. I'm glad you're putting yourself out there again after Sunghoon. I really thought you were going to swear off men for the rest of your life after him."

And there it is. The reminder of the man you spent most of your teenage and early adulthood loving, the man who you thought you would grow old with, the bane of your existence. If it's not your friends or your mother reminding you of him, it's your own brain. You don't blame her for bringing him up, though. He is the main reason why you're so opposed to actually committing yourself to someone again.

"Yeah, well...it's not like Jungkook and I are dating or anything. It's just sex. No big deal," you mutter, not wanting to go down that road right now.

Jihyo knows your love life (or lack thereof) is a bit of a sensitive subject for you. She was there for you when Sunghoon broke your heart. She let you stay over at her apartment when you were too sad to be alone. She sat with you as you cried on her bathroom floor, so this is a big deal to her. This means that you don't spend your nights crying over that human shit stain anymore, and she doesn't blame you for keeping it private. All she really wants is for you to be happy.

"Still. It's progress, babe."

"Yeah, I guess it is."

"So, uhh... how is he?" She grins, gesturing to her genital area, wanting all the long, girthy, veiny details. She can't help but be a little nosey. Besides, what's the point of having a best friend of almost two decades if you can't ask her about the juicy details of her sex life.

"I'm not telling you that, you pervert," you laugh, holding the lacey lingerie out for her to take. She takes it without even looking at it, her focus solely on you and your professor friend.

"You have to tell me. Okay fine, just give me a number from one to ten then... Looks?"

You sigh but decide to indulge her anyway. "Ten."

"You lucky bitch," she scoffs, looking very impressed. "Skills in the bedroom?"

"Nine point five."

"And you're exclusively hooking up, right?"

You nod.

"Okay, ___, please explain to me why we're in a lingerie store and you're not buying something to make this man drool over you," Jihyo deadpans, looking at you like you're insane.

"Don't be ridiculous, we're not here for me. We're here for you and your date."

"And we're not leaving until we both get something." She starts looking through the racks with more determination. "You said Professor Sexyboots is a ten. You have to wear something sexy for him. At least for my sake."

"Professor Sexyboots? I'm sure he'd love that," you scoff, rolling your eyes at her ridiculous nickname for him.

Jihyo is about to respond when she looks up at something and freezes, her eyes widening, causing you to turn your head to follow her line of sight, your eyebrows raising. On one of the mannequins sits a stunning deep-red bra and matching thong, looking like something straight off a Victoria's Secret runway. It's gorgeous, with intricate lace detailing, and it's completely out of your comfort zone.

"No way, I can't."

"What are you talking about?! You'd look so hot. C'mon, it would be so fun. You could send him a little sneak peek and invite him over and he can take it off with his teeth," she snickers, having way too much fun with this whole thing.

You're not sure how exactly you let Jihyo convince you to buy the skimpy lingerie, but you did, which is why you're sitting in a rather suggestive pose in front of your floor-length mirror in your bedroom. It's silly to feel nervous about sending him a naughty photo. He's seen you naked more times in this past year than you can count, and yet this makes you nervous.

You take the photo and press send before quickly tossing your phone on the bed, letting out a deep sigh.

Jungkook is in the middle of watching some random show on Natural Geographic when he gets your text. He unlocks his phone and all the air gets knocked out of his lungs when his eyes land on the photo of you wrapped in the delicate dark red lace, muttering a breathless, "Sweet baby Jesus".

His fingers shake as he types out a reply, his heart hammering in his chest.

prof jeon [9:46pm]: i've never really been a very religious man prof jeon [9:46pm]: but damn, god is good 😳

You [9:47pm]: LMAO You [9:47pm]: come over

prof jeon [9:48pm]: aye-aye captain 🫡

He rushes to his room to get a hoodie, quickly putting it on while getting a confused look from a half-asleep Bam. He walks over to give the sleepy dog a quick kiss on his forehead and some scratches before getting his car keys, his body working faster than his brain. “Bam, daddy’s gotta go take care of aunty ___, okay? I’ll be back later.” And with that, he’s out the door.

He makes his way downstairs to the parking lot and gets in his car, fumbling with the car keys in a rush to get to your apartment. He knows he probably looks like a teenage virgin right now, but he doesn't care. You always manage to make his midsection tingle and his brain feel all scattered. When he finally manages to get the car started, it takes everything in him to stay within the speed limit as he drives over to you.

You're about to text him to ask how far he is from your apartment, when there's a knock at the front door. You wrap a robe around your body and go to answer the door, seeing a breathless Jungkook leaning his arm up against the wall in the hallway.

"Good evening, Professor," he grins, straightening up to walk inside, eyeing you from head to toe as you close the door behind him. Before you can get a chance to respond, his lips are on yours, his hands cradling your jaw as he kisses you, completely taking you by surprise.

You pull away to look up at him with wide eyes, letting out a little chuckle. "So just straight to the point? No small talk, nothing?"

"Is that what you want?" he asks, looking down at your robe-clad body. "Small talk? Want me to ask you how your day was before I spread your legs?"

"Not really, no."

"Yeah, I didn't think so," he mutters before his lips are back on yours. He picks you up by the back of your thighs in one swift motion, your arms wrapped around his neck as he carries you to your bedroom, eager to get that damn robe off.

He gets to the bedroom and gently lays you down on your back before hurriedly removing his glasses, pulling his hoodie over his head, his t-shirt following quickly behind. He leans down to hover over you, his lips kissing from your neck up to your lips, sensually licking into your mouth to taste more of you while his fingers trail up your thigh under the robe.

He pulls back to look down at you with heavy-lidded eyes, his fingers slowly opening your robe. "Can I take this off?"

You nod and your robe is off within seconds, leaving you in nothing but the skimpy lingerie. His throat goes completely dry. "Fuck. You're trying to give me an asthma attack."

"You don't have asthma," you laugh, rolling your eyes.

"The point is that you're fucking hot, ___."

You scoff and pull him back down to crash your lips onto his, his tongue slipping into your mouth with ease. Your hands lightly travel up his biceps and shoulders, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. You slide your fingers through his hair and give it a little tug, pulling a soft moan from his lips. He loves when you play with his hair, and he especially loves when you tug on it, whether it's while he's kissing you or eating you out.

You pull away slightly to press a few light pecks to his lips, his stomach erupting with butterflies. "You're so good at that," he mutters, gently tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth.

"At what, kissing?"

"Mm," he hums with a lazy little grin on his face. "Might need you to demonstrate again, just to make sure."

You laugh, placing another kiss to his lips, lingering there for a bit before pulling away.

"Mm, one more," he whispers before his mouth is back on yours, his tongue tangling with yours as the kiss grows more heated.

He reluctantly breaks away from your mouth, his lips trailing down your neck, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses on your skin.

He nips at your pulse point, his teeth leaving a little red spot on your flesh.

"Jungkook, I'm going to kill you if there's a mark," you mutter, but the huff of laughter he lets out tells you he doesn't care.

"You'll be fine," he chuckles, his voice hoarse with desire, his tongue tracing the mark he left behind. He leans on one hand while the other slowly trails up the side of your ribs, making its way to the back of your bra.

"This is so pretty," he whispers, giving your earlobe a little tug with his teeth. "Can I take it off yet?"

"Mhm," you nod, slightly arching your back off the bed to let him unclasp the bra. He slowly slides the fabric off your body and tosses it aside, kissing his way down to your breasts. He licks and sucks on each of your nipples before trailing slow, soft kisses down your stomach.

"Lift your hips for me, baby." You do as he says, his fingers hooking into the sides of the tiny lace thong, slowly pulling the fabric down your legs.

You spread your legs for him, showing him your glistening folds. The sight alone makes his sweatpants feel tighter. He kneels down at the edge of the bed, spreading your legs further apart. He kisses his way up your leg from your calf to your inner thigh, holding your ankle over his broad shoulder.

His lips inch even closer to your pussy, just a few centimeters from where you need him most. "Jungkook," you whine, your arousal growing by the second.

He chuckles teasingly, stopping at your inner thigh. "You're so whiny."

"Don't tease, Kook."

He grins, hovering his mouth over your pussy, his breath fanning over your folds. "Love seeing you all worked up for me," he murmurs, slowly licking his lips before pressing a feather-like kiss to your mound.

"Just shut up and eat me out."

"Yes, ma'am."

He starts slow with wet little kisses and licks to your clit, slowly building up a steady pace. He loves eating you out. He could go for hours if you let him, like a starved man getting a taste of his favourite food. Jungkook's always been more of a giver than a taker, your pleasure bringing him pleasure.

He's incredibly skilled with his tongue, knowing exactly what to do to have your legs trembling. He swirls and flicks his tongue, sucking and lapping at your clit to make your eyes roll back in your head.

"Fuck, Jungkook...feels so good," you sigh, your eyes fluttering shut.

He smiles against your pussy, feeling proud of every little sigh and moan he pulls from your lips. "You taste so good," he mutters before diving back in, licking a long stripe from your leaking entrance to your clit, his hands gripping your thighs to keep them open.

"Just like that...oh my god, don't stop..."

He looks up at you with a dazed look in his eyes, his tongue lapping at you with skilled precision that makes your toes curl, your fingers gripping the sheets beneath you.

"F-fuck, 'm gonna cum," you gasp, grabbing onto his hair to hold him in place, your eyes squeezing shut, your head spinning as the pleasure reaches a peak.

A few more sucks and flicks of his tongue and you're cumming, his hands holding you in place as he laps at your pussy, helping you ride out your high. He feels your thighs quivering, looking quite proud of himself. "You taste so fucking good," he murmurs, pressing a few soft kisses to your clit.

"Holy shit." You're breathless, your pussy pulsating, your heart racing.

He crawls up to hover over you, giving your lips a quick peck, his lips and chin glistening. "Still with me?"

"Mhmm," you grin, slowly opening your eyes to look up at him.

He smiles down at you, taking in your flushed cheeks, your disheveled hair, your pretty eyes. He gently brushes some of your hair out of your face, his thumb lightly stroking your cheek. "You're beautiful, ___," he whispers, his voice laced with tenderness.

"Don't say that."

He furrows his brows in confusion, puzzled by your reaction. "Why not? It's the truth."

"Tell me I'm sexy...not beautiful."

He chuckles, slowly shaking his head, his expression filled with amusement and affection. "You're gorgeous," he whispers, lightly kissing your cheek, his lips trailing over to your ear. "And incredibly sexy."

"You gonna fuck me now?" You tease, your lips curling into a soft smile.

He almost laughs at your bluntness, the way you just get straight to the point, never wasting any time if you want something. Your assertiveness has always been a turn-on for him, not just in the bedroom, but in general.

"That's the plan, yeah."

"Let's get this show on the road then."

He gets up off you and removes his sweatpants and boxers, letting it lay somewhere on your bedroom floor. He's already hard, his cock standing tall, the tip already leaking a bit. He stands at the end of your bed, his hand wrapped around the base, his eyes glued between your legs, slowly trailing up to your face.

He crawls back on top of you, sliding his fingers through your folds, gathering some of your slick and rubbing it over the head of his cock. "Ready, baby?"

You give him a nod and he slowly pushes into you, his hips gently moving forward. "Shit, you feel good," he groans, his voice coming out low and hoarse.

You sharply inhale through your nose, feeling that familiar stretch, your walls molding to the shape of him like it was made for him.

He thrusts slowly, bracing his forearms on either side of your head, his forehead resting against yours. His thrusts get deeper until he bottoms out, his breathing growing heavier, his moans going straight to your core. He buries his face in your neck, feeling your hands gripping the muscles in his back as he thrusts harder.

Your moans grow louder as he thrusts into you, your walls fluttering around him, your legs wrapping around his waist. "Fuck, that feels so good."

"Yeah? You like that, baby?" he grins, pressing wet kisses to your neck and chest.

You've never had a man make you feel the way Jungkook does. He knows exactly how to touch you, how to kiss you, how to have you like putty in his hands. Your skin heats up, your heart pounding faster as he picks up the pace, hitting that spot deep inside you that makes your back arch off the bed.

"Mmm, f-fuck...harder...h-harder, baby," you moan, feeling him lift one of your legs over his shoulder, the tip of his cock repeatedly hitting that sweet spot inside you, the new angle allowing him to thrust even deeper.

"Like that?" He grunts, sitting back on his knees, his thrusts hitting harder, his pace getting faster.

"Oh my god, right there...feels s-so good, Kook."

"Wanna cum again?"

You can barely form a coherent sentence anymore. Your moans mixed with the sound of his skin slapping against yours fills your bedroom, his thrusts making your pussy squelch.

"Use your words, baby."

"Wanna...wanna cum," you whine, feeling him hold your leg next to his head and press wet kisses to your ankle and calf, the pressure and pace of his thrusts feeling just right.

"Hold it." His voice is rough and demanding, a stark contrast to the gentle tone he usually uses with you outside of the bedroom, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.

He ignores your whines and pleas for him to let you cum, thrusting as deep as he can go, his free hand reaching down to push his thumb into your mouth. Your body works on autopilot, sucking on his thumb. You swirl your tongue around it like you would do to his cock, causing his hips to stutter before he regains his composure.

"Such a good girl for me. Gonna make you cum so hard, baby."

He pulls his thumb out of your mouth to rub firm circles over your clit, the pressure paired with his thrusts making your head spin. The pressure starts to build in your lower stomach, and it feels different, better than it usually does, your pussy clenching down harder around his cock.

"Feels...f-feels like I'm gonna...p-pee..."

He lets out a faint chuckle, his hips moving with determination. "You're not gonna pee, baby," he mutters, his tone sounding almost teasing.

"H-how do you know?"

"Trust me, baby, I know. You're not gonna pee." He can tell you're close, your body practically begging for release as he rubs your clit faster. He looks down to where your bodies connect, seeing how swollen and puffy your pussy looks, the sight making his cock twitch. "It's gonna feel so good, baby, I promise."

"Gonna...gonna cum-"

"I know, baby. Let go for me...let it all out."

You cum with a loud cry, your body convulsing beneath him, your vision going blank as the pleasure hits you. It feels relentless, like nothing you've ever felt before, and he's made you cum many times before.

"Fuck, that's my girl." His thrusts slow down but they don't stop, keeping his pace steady to help you through it. "That's it, baby...ride it out..."

Your body trembles as you come down from your high, barely able to register him pulling out. Your eyes are half open as you watch him stroke himself above you, his face contorting in pleasure, his abdomen tensing. He finishes with a guttural moan of your name, painting your stomach and breasts with warm strings of cum.

"Fuck. I think I just saw Jesus," he breathes out, his chest heaving as he gasps for air.

"Yeah? What did he tell you?" You chuckle breathlessly, still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm.

"He said you squirted."

Your eyes almost bulge out of your head, looking down to find his lower stomach and pelvis drenched.

"Oh my god," you groan, your words muffled by your hands as you cover your face.

"Hey, don't be embarrassed. It was probably the sexiest thing I've ever seen," he murmurs with a faint chuckle, gently pulling your hands away from your face, forcing you to look at him, his face looking rather smug.

"You look very pleased with yourself."

"Can you blame me? I made you feel so good, you practically exploded all over me," he grins, looking down at the mess between your legs. "Ohh, she's so swollen now. She took a bit of a beating, huh?"

You let out bashful scoff, your cheeks heating up at his choice of words.

He quickly gets up to go and clean himself off in the bathroom, coming back to slip his boxers back on. He watches you slowly get up off the messy bed, your knees feeling weak as you clumsily walk off to the bathroom, needing a hot shower after that intense session. He sits on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his hands as he watches you stumble.

"Legs a little wobbly there?" he teases, unable to stop the amused smile from spreading across his face.

"Shut up," you mutter as you make your way to the bathroom, earning a little laugh from him.

While you're in the shower, he takes it upon himself to remove the dirty covers and sheets from your bed, looking for your lavender room-spray on your vanity. He knows you always spray it around the room after sex, and he knows you keep it on your vanity, but for some reason he can't find it there. What he does find, however, is a framed photo he's never seen before. You're in it, and it looks like it was taken on the day of your undergrad graduation ceremony. You're standing next to a younger-looking girl, whose face is quite similar to yours. She is just slightly taller with shorter hair. Jungkook doesn't know much, or rather anything, about your family, but he assumes the girl in the photo is your sister.

He picks up the frame and goes to sit down on the bed, inspecting it closely. He feels a bit guilty, like he's been caught red-handed for snooping when you come out the bathroom wrapped in your robe, your eyes landing on the frame in his hands.

"What're you doing?"

"Sorry," he murmurs, his eyes growing wide, feeling like a child that's been caught stealing. "I just...I was looking for your room spray...or mist, whatever it is, and... I, uhm, I don't know, I guess this just caught my eye. I've been here many times but I've never really looked around, y'know?"

You nod slowly, going to sit next to him at the edge of the bed.

"Is this...your sister?"

You look up at him, seeing the surprise on his face.

You and Jungkook have sex. You work at the same university. You're "work-friends" and that surprise on his face is a reminder of how little he truly knows about you, how little of yourself you actually share with him. He knows you have a cat, but he doesn't know you have a sister. He knows the way you take your coffee, but he doesn't know anything about your childhood. It's a stark contrast to how much you know about him. You know his favourite foods because he's very specific about where he gets his takeout from. You know his favourite brand of beer because he always has it stocked up in his fridge. You know all about his family dynamics because he speaks about them all the time, that his brother just had a baby, that her name is Mijoo. You know all of his hobbies and interests because you're quite observant and he's very open, never feeling the need to keep anything to himself. You're similar in some aspects of your personalities, and yet very different.

"Yeah, that's my sister, Yuna," you murmur softly, looking down at the photo with a tight-lipped smile.

He absorbs this new information, a mix of feelings swirling inside him. Part of him feels slightly hurt. Four years of knowing each other and a year of hooking up, and he's only just found out you have a sister. He's an open book, always sharing all these intimate details about himself with you, yet you keep so many parts of yourself hidden from him. He wonders if it's just in your nature or if you deliberately keep him at arm's length, preventing him from getting too close.

At the same time, a small spark of hope lights up within him. You're not completely shutting him down so that's good. Maybe this is a sign that you're actually opening up to him for once. It might seem minor, but he takes it as a huge step forward with you.

He has a million questions he wants to ask, but settles for, "What's she like?"

There's a beat of silence before you speak. "She's, uhm...she's three years younger than me, and she's probably the most extroverted person you'll ever meet, so we're...very different," you scoff, smiling fondly at the thought of your baby sister.

He listens intently as you talk about your sister. He wants nothing more than for you to let your guard down with him, and this is a start. It's small, but it's something.

"That must make for an interesting sibling dynamic, hm?"

"We actually get along great in spite of that. We grew up super close, so..." You speak softly, feeling a bit uncomfortable with showing even just a hint of vulnerability in front of him. "So, yeah. Now you know that about me."

"Yeah," he murmurs softly, his voice barely louder than a whisper. "Now I know."

You gently take the frame from his hands and walk over to your vanity, putting it back in its place. You pick up the lavender room spray and turn to him with a faint smile. "This what you were looking for?"

"There's the damn thing," he scoffs, the familiar scent filling his nose as you give the room a spritz. "Is that to get rid of the smell of me?"

You chuckle, but you don't deny it.

The room falls silent again, and he takes it as his cue to get out of your hair, seeing as it's already midnight and he doesn't want to push his luck.

"I should, uh...I should go. It's late and I don't wanna keep you out of your beauty sleep," he jokes, slowly getting up to put his clothes back on.

"I'll walk you out." He wishes, just once, that you would ask him to stay, but he knows you won't. He walks behind you, stopping at the front door. He so badly wants to reach out and take your face in his hands, to kiss your lips and ask you to let him spend the night with you, but when you open the door for him, he simply puts his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants and walks out into the hallway.

"Thanks for tonight," he mumbles, looking down at you with a soft look in his eyes. "It was fun."

"Yeah, it was," you smile, tilting your head to lean against the half-open door.

He just looks at you, not making a move to leave. He has so much he wants to say right now, but he swallows it down, just like he always does, not wanting to overstep.

"Well...goodnight."

"Night, Jungkook."

He takes a small step back, reluctantly turning to leave. "Goodnight, ___," he mumbles, looking back at you with a soft smile.

You chuckle, sensing his reluctance to leave. "Goodnight, Jungkook."

He turns and starts walking away, his feet feeling heavier with each step. Just as he's about to make a U-turn and walk back to you, he hears the soft click of your door shutting, the lock echoing in the empty hallway.

He sighs and walks over to the elevators, going down to his car. He mentally kicks himself for feeling so disappointed. He's always known that you keep yourself guarded, and he thought he could handle it, could play by your rules, could be content with a primarily physical relationship. He could before. But right now, sitting in his car in the silent parking lot, he's reminded of how weak he really is.

He leans his forehead forward against the steering wheel, the weight of his feelings sitting heavy in his chest, muttering a soft, "Fuck."

With a heavy sigh, he starts the car and drives home, his brain taunting him with the fact that romance isn't a possibility for you and him.

On Monday, Jungkook is back in work mode. He tries to squeeze in as many revision lectures as he can the closer it gets to final exams. It's around 3pm when he finally gets a breather, so he goes to his usual spot for lunch.

He sits in the empty lounge, like he does almost every day. Why this specific lounge? Because if he looks out the window, he has a perfect view of you sitting below, eating your lunch on your usual bench. Sometimes you're alone, sometimes you're with another lecturer, and on rare days you just have lunch in your office.

"There you are." He hears Taehyung's voice as he walks into the lounge, sitting down across from him with a huff. "You weren't answering your phone."

Jungkook doesn't respond, his eyes not wavering. He looks out the window with a dopey look on his face, watching you eat your gimbap. Taehyung follows his line of sight, catching on rather quickly.

"So... you taking an online course on how to be a stalker, or...?"

"What are you talking about?" He scoffs, looking over at Taehyung before his eyes inevitably drift back down to you.

"You're staring like a creep," Taehyung laughs, taking a bite of his sandwich. "Is she that professor I saw you talking to the other day?"

"Mm." Jungkook knows how nosey his best friend can be, and he knows exactly what's going on in that head of his.

Taehyung gives him a knowing smile. He doesn't even have to say much, already knowing it's only a matter of time before Jungkook spills.

"You have a thing for her, huh?"

Jungkook looks at him with wide eyes, feeling exposed without even confessing anything. "What? I didn't even say anythi-"

"Don't bother," Taehyung chuckles, "You're not very subtle, man. Your eyes give you away."

Jungkook feels his cheeks burn, knowing he's been caught. He hates how transparent he is, that his feelings are written all over his face. "Fine. But it's not a big deal."

Taehyung gives him a look that says, 'You sure about that?'

Jungkook looks at his friend, then down at his lap, twiddling his thumbs. There's a long silence before the word-vomit eventually spills out of him.

"We've been having sex for a year and it was just casual at first, well...it still is casual, and we set a few rules so that there's still boundaries between us, but then I started developing feelings and she's just so guarded, like, she won't open up to me and I know that if she finds out I have feelings for her, she'll pull away and it'll ruin everything," he rambles, the words tumbling out like he's been dying to tell someone. He knows it was supposed to stay between the two of you, but he trusts Taehyung implicitly and he knows his friend would never judge him or the situation.

Taehyung looks at him with raised eyebrows, listening to him ramble on about the whole situation, trying to wrap his head around it. He knows how much of a softie Jungkook is and he never thought he would ever hear him say he has a friend with benefits.

"Damn, dude...you look like you needed to get that off your chest."

"I guess I did, yeah," Jungkook murmurs with a little scoff.

"Okay, so, she explicitly told you she's not interested in you romantically?"

"Well, no, she didn't say it directly, but she doesn't have to," Jungkook sighs. "She's made it clear more than once that she's not looking for anything serious from me."

"Damn," Taehyung murmurs, his face full of sympathy. "Has she said why?"

Jungkook looks back out the window, looking down at you with a melancholy expression on his face. "I know it's something to do with her ex, but she won't tell me the full story, so I don't really know what happened. I know she's been hurt before and she's wary of it happening again. I know she's not ready for anything serious, and I respect that. It's just..."

"You thought it would be enough for you?" Taehyung asks softly, carefully.

"Yeah."

"But it's not?"

"Would it make me an awful, selfish person if I said it's not?"

"No," Taehyung says firmly, a soft smile forming on his face. "It would make you a human being with a soft heart and strong feelings."

Jungkook scoffs, feeling guilty for simply thinking of being with you in a romantic sense. He knows you've been through some hard things in the past, and all he wants is a chance to prove himself to you.

"Do you want to tell her how you feel about her?"

"I don't know," Jungkook mutters, a slight pout forming on his lips. "I keep going back and forth about it in my head. Part of me wants to tell her and lay all my cards out on the table for her...another part of me is scared of pushing her away even further."

Taehyung goes silent for a moment, chewing on his bottom lip in thought. "Is the sex good?"

Jungkook narrows his eyes at his friend. "You have the worst timing."

Taehyung chuckles, shrugging like he just couldn't help but ask.

Jungkook rolls his eyes but gives in, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, it's...it's really good. Probably the best sex I've ever had, if I'm being real."

"Wow," Taehyung scoffs, his eyes wide. "I'd say you should wife her but...y'know..."

Jungkook gives him a dirty look, once again getting a slap from reality, Taehyung subtly wincing at his friend's misfortune.

"Look, I want to say screw her and it's her loss because you're a fuckin’ catch...but I mean, I get that she's just being cautious because of whatever happened with her ex."

Jungkook sighs, nodding slowly.

"Yeah. I just wish I could prove to her that I would never hurt her, that I would respect her and treat her right." Jungkook mentally curses your ex for screwing things up for him. He just wants a fair shot with you. "She's such a beautiful woman and she doesn't even see it."

Taehyung nods, looking out at you through the window. "Yeah, she's very attractive."

"No, I mean, she's stunning, but...the way she speaks, the way she acts, the person she is...she's just so beautiful. I want her for so much more than her physical being," Jungkook murmurs softly, his heart yearning to show you just how lovely he thinks you are.

"Honestly, I think the best thing you can do for her is be her friend if that's all she needs for the time being and slowly try to bring down her walls little by little. And if that doesn't work, then I think you should keep your options open. I know this sucks, dude, but you have to think of yourself too. You can't try to mend her while breaking yourself."

Taehyung is a wise man, and Jungkook trusts his judgement. He teaches literature, for crying out loud. He reads Shakespeare for a living. He should be well versed in these things.

"Yeah," Jungkook nods, taking in Taehyung's advice. "I guess you're right, Tae. Thanks for listening to all my crap."

"Hey, you're my best friend. No sweat." He goes quiet before casually asking, "So, do you think she has a friend for m-"

"Tae-"

"Wrong time, my bad."

< Part 2 || Part 4 >

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pomefioredove · 4 months ago

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ something like sympathy

summary: winter break with a sympathetic vil schoenheit type of post: fic characters: vil additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, good old fluff, mentions of food and eating + vil is kiiind of implied to have an ed word count: 4k

Different never meant "bad" to Vil Schoenheit.

...And besides that, he simply had no reason to care about the magicless student. You weren't like the others at Night Raven College- you didn't run in the halls or make obscene gestures behind the professor's backs, you didn't shout, you didn't interrupt, you didn't fight or scream or slouch.

You were truly nothing special at all, which is special itself at a place like that.

Vil supposes that's why he liked you.

And you were always alone. At the beginning of the semester, he'd seen you straggling along behind the other first years, looking like a lost puppy. Never quite sure of what to say or not say, what to do with your hands, but always sure that you didn't quite belong.

He recognized that look on a person.

Then, you were alone again. Vil reasoned with himself. It wouldn't have been unusual for a student of Night Raven to prefer their own company. But again, you weren't a Night Raven student. You were a stranger, and stranger you stayed.

For all the things he'd heard about you, your presence was not impressive. You were always meek. Quiet. You did not join a club, he heard. You didn't talk to your classmates. They didn't talk to you.

Vil had once quietly, very quietly, asked Epel about you. And those dreadful dark circles, he said. But Epel didn't know much, just that the other first years thought you were "weird" and thus you spent more of your time with the staff than the students.

Weird. That word left a poor taste in Vil's mouth.

Different, yes. Quiet, reserved, yes, yes. But weird?

"Why the staff?" he had asked, trying to sound nonchalant about the whole thing.

Epel shrugged and picked at his collar. He'd learned not to complain in front of Vil by that point. "Mostly Crowley. They do his bidding, or something,"

He shouldn't have let that bother him, but he did, anyway.

Vil watched you a little closer from then on. How you stuttered when you spoke. How you sat away from the others. How you always looked so tired and unwell and...

Stop making me feel sorry for you, he thought, as if you could hear him. Stop it.

He asked some of the other housewardens. All of them had stories, but none of them seem worried. Again, that word. Weird.

Vil corrected them each time. Different. Not weird. Different. They ignored him.

You became a mystery to him. You sat, you waited, you stood again. You ate, sometimes, but never quite enough. You looked at your paper but didn't write. It was as if you were dead to this world and reborn into your own, existing solely within yourself in the way that he could only see through the light in your eyes.

He wanted to get closer, he wanted to see that light and know what you were thinking, but he didn't know how. And he didn't want to involve Rook in this. That would only scare you away.

No. Vil Schoenheit, the most beautiful man in the world, actor, model, housewarden of Pomefiore, would have to be gentle with you.

"And Epel?"

He asks, serving him another helping of green beans. Epel's nose wrinkles at the smell of whatever fancy spices they'd been baked in.

"...Back to my... grandmother's," the boy says.

"Don't scowl," Vil snaps. "This is our last dinner as a dorm before break. You could at least pretend to have manners."

Epel bites back a swear, and Rook gives him an encouraging smile and a pat on the back. Vil rolls his eyes.

"And you, Rook?"

"Ah! My family is vacationing at one of our villas," he says, vague as ever. Vil doesn't bother asking for details.

"Good," he says, cutting himself another piece of fish. He doesn't eat it, though. "And the Prefect?"

The question is directed at Epel. He blinks.

"I reckon... I mean, I assume they'll be staying here,"

"Alone?"

He gives the housewarden a suspicious look. Rook's grin sharpens.

"...I guess so. No students, no staff,"

"That can hardly be safe," Vil says, finally eating. He chews, swallows, and dabs around his mouth with his napkin before speaking again. Everyone waits for him.

"How will they feed themselves? And what of the cold? Crowley does realize that they are a person, and not a cardboard cutout, yes?"

Epel shrugs. He doesn't know more than that. Rook does, but he chooses not to say anything.

"It's not like they got a lot of options," the first year says, pretending to eat his green beans while discreetly discarding of them under the table.

Vil scowls, this time. "And no one has offered to take them?"

Epel blinks. "...They don't have any friends, really,"

He shakes his head. Why is he not surprised? Would it kill the students at this school to have one shred of human decency?

"Shall I extend them an invitation on your behalf, Housewarden?" Rook says, a coy smile playing at his lips.

He's teasing, in his own infuriating way, but Vil isn't witless. Even he can be surprising.

"Yes, thank you," he says, and then returns to his meal without another word. The shocked silence and envious looks of the other students are not lost on Vil, but, this time, he doesn't scold them for staring.

"Leave your shoes by the door. You'll track mud," Vil says, walking inside.

You do as he says without missing a beat. It's almost adorable, how nervous you are. And it's terrifying at the same time. You act as if you haven't been shown any kindness in months.

He supposes you probably haven't.

"It's warm in here," is the first thing you say.

Not a comment about the imported marble, or the display shelf full of Vil's father's accolades, or the stained glass windows.

No. "It's warm in here", you say.

Something like sympathy twists in Vil's stomach.

"...Yes. And it's quite expensive to heat a house of this size, so, please, mind the door,"

You realize that you're standing in the doorway and promptly move inside, letting the large front door close behind you.

Your cat... thing makes a comment about how shiny everything is. Vil sighs.

"And please don't break anything. Most of the art is original and can't be replaced..." he says. "We have three meals a day, and if you're hungry between then, there's fresh fruit in the kitchen."

The little dire beast looks up at you with big, sparkly eyes, and you nod, letting him scamper in the direction of the kitchen, which he must have... smelled?

Vil watches him skid across the marble floors and crash into the wall, and he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"...Sorry about Grim," you say. You sound genuinely apologetic, and it makes Vil nauseous. How did anyone like you even end up at Night Raven?

"Never mind that. Are you hungry?"

You stare at him as if you hadn't heard what he said. You seem reluctant to answer.

Vil puts a hand on his hip. "We're never going to leave the foyer if you keep staring like that. Come on,"

He leads you to the kitchen, ignoring the sight of Grim digging through his pantry like a starved man.

"We don't have dinner until six, and it's past lunch, so I'll make you something light," he says, looking through the fridge. You stand behind him like you have nothing better to do.

"You can have a seat wherever you'd like. I won't charge you for it," he smiles.

You stare back. Sevens, now he's making jokes with you. What is WRONG with him?

He does get you to sit somewhere, though, which he counts as a win. Your little creature eventually joins you, sitting in your lap and probably covering you in cat hair. Vil tries not to think about it.

You wait until he's begun taking out plates and pans to speak. "You're cooking?"

"Surprised?" He smirks.

There's always something rather satisfying about subverting expectations. Of course, you didn't know him yet, and you probably assumed that he was just another spoiled-

"No, I mean, you're cooking for me?"

Vil almost drops the pan. Damn it. Must everything you say be so insufferably pitiful? With the kicked puppy look, too? Are you doing this on purpose?

He quickly turns his back to you, facing the stovetop.

"...I am. Is that alright?"

He hears some shuffling that he takes as a nod.

"Better than alright!" Grim says. He can hear you chuckling at that. The sound is warmer than the open flame.

"...Well... good," Vil says, trying to sound stern again. "I don't cut corners when it comes to healthy eating, and while you're under my roof, I expect the same. So... it'll be three home-cooked meals a day. Understood?"

Grim whispers to you, asking about dessert, and you shush him. Vil rolls his eyes.

"...And dessert. We're in agreement, then?"

You nod again, and he hums. Good. Now he won't feel ill every time you look at him.

He finishes your "snack" (which is more of a light lunch), and serves both of you. Grim immediately digs in, practically tearing apart the plate, but you don't even touch yours.

Vil doesn't care for that look. It's all... sad. "Is something wrong?"

And you hesitate to answer. For a moment, he worries he made something you can't eat. Finally:

"Aren't you going to have something?"

What are you trying to do, kill him? Vil huffs.

"I didn't think of it,"

Your hands remain on your lap. Grim is starting to pick veggies off your plate already, and Vil has to fight the urge to swat him away from your food.

He sighs. "Will you eat if I have something?"

You hesitate to answer again, and then you nod. Barely. Like you're nervous just being in the same room as him. Damn you.

Vil sits next to you and takes a modest portion from your plate. He hates himself for doing it, but he doesn't ask why, either. He just assumes you feel awkward eating in front of him.

Or maybe you think he's poisoned you. It wouldn't be unbelievable, considering what you've already been through at school.

Either way, you do finally eat, even though the food is cold now. You even give Grim something else from your plate when he begs.

Vil watches you. The way you eat, the way you smile at that terrible greedy cat of yours, the way you politely stack your plates when you finish. You should be under someone's Christmas tree, not sitting in his kitchen.

"...Can I ask you something?"

He'd been cleaning off your plates in the sink when you spoke again. Vil hates those sorts of questions- haunting memories of interviews and tabloid reporters flash across his mind.

"You may," he says, subtly correcting you.

"Where's the guy in all your pictures?"

Vil quiets. His pictures? His Magicam pictures? Why would you-

When he turns over his shoulder, you're looking at the wall. Oh. Of course.

"My... father is filming a movie. He won't be home until the end of break. You won't have to meet him... but he would like you,"

"So you're here all by yourself?"

Vil hates that question. He hates the way you say it. Why would you care? Why would you worry about him? You barely know him.

"...Well, there are the staff. The housekeepers. But I don't need them here every day, so I usually let them have paid time-off when my father isn't around,"

That sounds silly when he says it aloud, he thinks.

"You do...?" you ask. "...That's sweet."

Vil doesn't answer that. He doesn't have an answer for that.

He doesn't know how to approach you.

It's funny. Vil can handle paparazzi, prying interviewers, tabloid gossipers, demanding directors, egotistical designers, even Neige Leblanche... but he can't bring himself to knock on your door.

Five times, five times since you've arrived at his home, he's gone to you, up the stairs or down the hall, stood in front of your room, and did nothing.

Sometimes he can hear you inside, others not. Once, he came as soon as he got up, not even bothering to fix his hair, and threw open your door... and you were asleep.

He isn't even sure what he wants to say. Something. Anything.

"Do you want to watch something with me?"

Vil jolts. He's not easy to startle, but he'd been so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even notice you standing behind him. You're quiet.

"...Yes... I suppose I have the time," he says, as if he's done anything this week but imagine this exact moment. "Do you have something in mind?"

You bring him to the viewing room, to the cabinet of all of his and his father's movies. Apparently, you'd been exploring the house while Vil sulked in his bedroom.

"This one?" he asks, not bothering to hide the sour expression on his face as you held up your pick.

"Is it bad?"

"No," he says. Nothing he makes is bad. "It's just... well, I..." It's a Neige movie, and Vil is not in it for more than a scene. "...Never mind. We can watch it."

He sits beside you and the furball, who seems more entertained with rubbing himself all over the couch to get his scent on it (ugh), and the film's opening credits roll.

How he's going to sit through two hours of Neige Leblanche with you is beyond him.

A small, quiet, but biting thought that you might like Neige more than him makes Vil uncomfortable in his seat. He doesn't know why he would care about such a thing, but he does.

Vil watches you more than he watches the film. You don't react much, he notes. The jokes don't land with you, the songs don't make you smile, not even the scary scenes really get more than a yawn out of you. He so desperately wants to ask-

"Who is this, again?"

He blinks as you finally speak, as if he'd forgotten you could do that.

"...The actor? That's Neige. Neige Leblanche," Vil has to remind himself that you're not from this world, and you don't know these things.

You make a face. "...I don't really like him,"

And there it is. If Vil were not already sitting down, his legs would've given out. He stares at you as if you were speaking another language to him.

"...Hm... You don't, do you?" he asks, trying to withhold the excitement in his voice. My, my, how he'd love a look into your mind...

"He's a little too much," you say. "Just... too much."

Vil nods. "I understand completely,"

A pause. He swallows thickly. "Would you like to watch something else?"

"Um... yeah. Maybe you should pick,"

Maybe he should pick. He smiles, takes out the disc, and comes back with a different one.

"This, you should like," he says, putting it in. "...And no Neige."

You nod. "No Neige,"

Winter break goes on, and the truth becomes impossible to ignore.

Vil won't think the words. He refuses to let them come together in his mind, because once he's thought them, they'll feel real.

Fortunately for him, he has other things to occupy his thoughts.

He cradles his chin in his palm, sitting beside you in a way that's certainly not good for his posture, but he can forgive himself for being comfortable just this once.

You'd built him a fire. What a strange thought that is. You'd gone outside, found the wood, split it, and built a fire in the lounge. He walked in on you as it was kindling, and you explained you had been doing this for months at Ramshackle. As if you were living in another century, he thought.

And now, here you were. You and him. Sitting in front of a marvelous fire you'd made, warm drinks he'd made you in hand, Grim snoozing on a cushion behind you. You'd been telling him about your home, your family, your schooling, your country and culture... and he'd been listening. Of course.

He'd never seen you smile so much.

"Do you miss it?" he asks, his voice quiet so as not to disturb Grim.

You're quiet for a moment. You take a sip of your drink, and then put it on the rug. Normally, he'd chastise someone for being so careless, but he doesn't even think of that now.

"...It wasn't perfect. But it was home," and that's all you say.

Vil smiles softly. "I imagine NRC hasn't been the most inviting,"

You almost chuckle at his joke. He knows that's a bit of an understatement.

"...Not until recently," you say, quietly, as if sharing a secret. "You... um... this is the closest to home I've felt."

Vil's heart skips a beat. Again, you somehow manage to leave him speechless and flustered, and he doesn't hate it. Not really. And, for a moment, he could've sworn you'd almost told him that he was the closest thing to home.

It's a scary thought. In a good way, though.

"Oh, it's snowing," you say, standing to go to the window. He lets you go, taking the moment to think about what you said.

And he thinks. And he thinks. And eventually, he thinks that he does want to be your home.

And the words he'd been avoiding for days come to him.

Because he's falling in love with you.

Things are easy. He cooks. You do dishes. You build him fires, and he thanks you with dark chocolate and tea. The snow gets heavier, but you have plenty of movies to watch and much to talk about, so it never bothers you.

He does your makeup for you, once or twice. You never go to sleep before a cleansing face mask. Even Grim gets his nails trimmed and fur brushed.

Vil lets you braid his hair one evening. He teaches you how to tighten the braids, how to pin them back so they stay in place. He does your own hair to show you.

He promises that when the snow melts, he'll take you shopping.

"It's a date", you smiled, and his heart skipped a beat.

You stay up late one night, scrolling through Neige's Magicam and judging his posts together. Your head is on his shoulder. His arm is around you. You fall asleep like that, and the next night, you do the same.

The door to the room he'd been so scared of knocking on is always open now, because you're never inside. You stay in his room, with his jewels and awards, where you belong.

He even lets Grim sleep on the bed, when he's behaved.

You laugh more. Even at his stupid jokes, the ones he never makes in front of anyone else, you laugh. You're beautiful, he thinks.

You talk more, too. About yourself. About your home. About NRC. The dark circles under your eyes begin to make sense. Vil's hatred of the incompetent headmaster is justified. He hates him even more.

He promises you that you can stay in Pomefiore whenever you want. There's always a door open for you.

One night, he gets carried away. You were in bed. He'd been attending to you again, soothing your cuticles and fussing over your hair. He peels one of his nice face masks off of you and smiles.

"Much better. Softer. Feel," he commands, guiding your hand up to feel one of your cheeks. His hand is on the other.

You touch the plush softness of your skin, greatly improved by his weeks of care, and you nod. "Better,"

"Better," he echoes. Suddenly, he has this terrible, nagging urge to touch you more, and he kisses your cheek.

It's fleeting, so fast that you might have missed it if you weren't paying attention. You are, though, and your eyes are wide.

Vil feels dread. More than before any audition or award ceremony. He stares back, desperate to find his voice.

"...Is that... okay?"

He can barely breathe until you nod.

"It's okay," you say.

He sighs, letting the dread out of him in a single breath. He curses at himself for letting his thoughts carry him away like that, and he makes a mental note to work on it. And then you drop a bombshell on him.

"...You can... do it again, if you want."

Vil says nothing. He stares, his expression unchanging, as if he hadn't heard you right.

And then he moves without thinking, without caring, cupping your face in his hands and kissing you everywhere. Your forehead, both cheeks, your nose and jaw, all of the affection he'd been withholding comes pouring out of him all at once, and it takes a strenuous amount of effort not to touch your lips.

He's almost upset that he isn't wearing lipstick. He would have liked to see you covered in kisses. The thought of you being so visibly his is intoxicating.

He pulls away after you start giggling. You're both dizzy, flustered by the attention he was giving you as if he would never get to give it again.

And he smiles back.

"Enjoying yourself?"

You take a breath to compose yourself, and you nod. It's cute. You're cute.

"You know, when I heard that my son was bringing someone home for the holidays, I wasn't expecting..."

Vil shoots his father a very pointed glare, both for embarrassing him and for bothering you.

You don't seem to mind, though. "I wasn't expecting to be brought home, so I guess I can't blame you,"

Erik laughs. You laugh. Vil sighs.

When he asked you if you wanted to meet his father, he wasn't really expecting you to say yes. Honestly, he was sort of hoping you wouldn't. Not because of his father, but because he was beginning to enjoy being alone with you. In your own little world together.

It's already been harder sleeping in the same room without being noticed. Their home is big, but not that big. And that's not even mentioning the cuddling and kissing Vil had grown rather dependent on in the past few weeks.

"Well, I'm pleased. If Vil is happy, I'm happy," Erik says. Vil hates the way he said that, as if he already knows...

...And there's that look again. The raised eyebrows, the cheesy grin. Pointed right at him. Vil sighs.

"Really, it was nothing. If anything, I was just appalled that none of the other housewardens had extended an invite," Vil says.

Erik nods. "You'd think with all the princes and what have you, someone would've had a spare room. I guess it all worked out for the better, though. Right?"

He may as well be planning your wedding right here. You watch as Vil sets down his fork, takes his napkin off his lap, and pushes in his chair.

"Excuse me for a moment,"

He excuses himself, stepping out of the dining room and into the hall. Pull yourself together. You have nothing to feel embarrassed about.

"Vil?"

Vil's meditative thoughts shatter at the sound of your voice, and his heart picks up again. He turns to face you.

"I... apologize for my father. He's only joking," he says.

You shake your head. "I was just making sure you're okay,"

There it is again. Always putting everyone before yourself. Always making sure he's well. Always bothering him, asking if he's eaten enough, when he should be the one worried about you. Everyone should.

The other housewardens were right. You are weird. You don't fit in at NRC. Perhaps you didn't fit in before that, too.

And perhaps that doesn't matter. Perhaps that's not such a bad thing, to be weird. You don't need to belong anywhere but with him.

Slowly, he smiles.

"I'm alright. Just... collecting my thoughts," he says.

He holds out a hand for you to take, and you take it. He gives you a gentle squeeze. You squeeze back.

"...Shall we?"

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #well anyway.

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bengals-barnesbabe · 2 months ago

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Closet Date

Pair: Husband!Justin Jefferson x Wife!BlackReader

Des: You and Justin need a break from your kids, so you find solace in your walk-in closet.

TW: MDNI 18+ NSFW | smut, p in v, fingering, descriptions of a dick, breeding kink, daddy kink, language, temper tantrums, children not playing nice, 1st POV, Justin's POV

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It’s 7 PM on Friday, it’s 95°, and my husband and I are stuck trying to discipline a 7-year-old boy and a 3-year-old because they won’t stop trying to kill each other.

Alright, we love our boys more than anything, but when Zion came home from school with a prize he won from participating in class (which we are very proud of him for), Deion, his little brother, lost it.

Justin is currently trying to help Zion understand that his brother is young and still learning about sharing and not touching other people’s stuff.

While I am trying to soothe Deion as he continues to have a 20-minute temper tantrum, at this point, I’m just waiting for him to pass out because this little boy will not listen.

So here I am, sitting on the living room floor, as my toddler bangs his fists and kicks his feet. Thankfully, the waterworks have dried up, and he’s finally settling down. But the little guy is really putting up a fight with the Sandman.

Meanwhile…

“Dad, you don’t understand. I won this fair and square. If I let Deion play with it, he’ll break it.” Zion says, holding his toy to his chest.

“I know, son.” Justin sits on the bed with the boy and wraps his arm around his shoulder. “Your brother’s got a lot of learning to do, but I’m proud of you for standing up for yourself. Deion just doesn’t understand how much it means to you.”

Zion leans into his father’s embrace. “Why not? I told him I won the class spelling bee.”

Justin smiles and rubs the young boy’s arm. “He’s just a little guy right now. Deion hasn't learned the importance of hard work yet. He’ll get there soon, but until then, how about you keep your prizes in your bag until you get home? Then you can play with your toy all you want when your brother isn’t looking. How’s that sound?” Zion looks up at his dad and smiles back at him with his matching grin.

“I can do that, daddy.”

“Alright, buddy, how about you tell me all about this spelling bee?” Justin asks, making the kid’s face bean with excitement.

“Okay! So it was me, and Liza, and Dia…

As Zion tells his dad about his exciting victory, I’m finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, thanks to our 3-year-old, who is now passed out on the couch.

I softly chuckle as baby snores come from Deion’s pout. Then, get off the floor and scoop him up, taking him to his dinosaur-themed room and tucking him in.

“My poor baby.” I frown at his sweet brown, tear-streaked cheeks. Both boys look just like their father, from their deep, sunken eyes to the undertone of their skin.

The truth is, you wouldn’t be able to tell I was their momma, but I have the stretch marks and wide hips to prove it.

As I walk out of Deion’s room, Justin closes Zion’s door and winks at me. “Is he asleep, too?”

“Yeah, don’t worry, he’s not upset anymore. Daddy got it all under control.” He smiles, showcasing his pearly white teeth.

I raise my brows in amusement. “Oh really, Daddy handled it without any tears?” We close the space between us, his hands finding their home around my hips just above the swell of my ass.

“Mhmm, you know me. Never gotta worry about me with my boys.”

I hum softly, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Well, since the boys are down. Looks like we finally have some time to ourselves.” I say casually but inciting a glimmer in his eyes. “We should have a closet date…”

He narrows his gaze, but his smirk remains. “A closet date? What’s that love?”

“You’ll just have to follow me and find out.” My hands briefly run down his chest, and then I take his hand, leading him to our walk-in closet.

“Baby, I hope this isn’t you getting me to help you rearrange your shoes. I told you just to hire a taskmaster for that.” I can hear the eye roll through the playfulness of his tender voice. I shake my head and continue to walk through our bedroom and into the closet, closing the door behind him. “Alright, we’re here. Will you tell me what this is now, baby?”

I hide my smirk with the mask of confusion. “Hmmm… well, I saw this idea in a video somewhere. I think it starts off like this…” I slowly backed him up to an empty wall. “And something like this…” I raise one hand to his neck, and the other rests on his chest.

The glimmer in his eyes returns as his hands return to my hips and then follow the curve of my rear. “Oh… I see now. Let me help you some, mamas.” His grip tightens on me, both hands grabbing my cheeks and pulling flushed against his fit body.

“Am I going in the right direction?” He asks huskily against my ear, lightly tugging at the lobe with his lips, successfully sending a wave of heat down my spine.

“Mhmm, you catch on fast,” I whisper as his lips move down my neck, quickly latching onto my pulse point, making my breath hitch. “Ohhhh… Baby…”

My moans flow to his ears like sweet melodies as he nips and sucks at my sensitive skin before pulling up and capturing my lips with his in a slow passionate manner.

“I love your voice, mamas. Make some more of those beautiful noises for me.” He mumbles against my lips while sinking his hand down the fabric of my lounge pants and feeling the bare skin all the way down to my damp folds. “Mamas, fuck,” he growls, barely dipping his long fingers in and spreading my wetness up to my clit.

“Jus-Justin…” He swallows my moans and gently circles my sensitive button until my core is clenching around nothing.

“You had my pussy out all day while I was up in that office buried in film? I could’ve had you bent over my desk, worshipping my woman’s beautiful body all day?” He groans and traces the outline of my pussy.

“Jus- Daddy, please…” I whine into his muscular chest.

“You think after thinking about you and this wet ass pussy all day, I’m gonna let you off easy?” He chuckles and pulls his fingers away.

“No, daddy, please. I had to take care of the boys and…

“Shhh shhh, calm down mamas. I’m just playin’. You really thought I was gonna hold out? Nah nah nah, I need you just as bad as you need me.” He pecks my lips, then pulls the string, holding my pants up. I shiver, feeling the draft on my pulsing cunt.

Justin takes his time undoing his belt and dropping his jeans. “You know, I was thinking… It’d be nice to have a little sweetpea like her momma running around here.” He whispers as he pulls his thick length from his boxers.

“Ohhh, I need that…”

His smirk grows widely on his lips. “What a little princess or…” He hooks my leg over his waist and rubs his dick on my heat.

“Both!” My hips move against his on their own accord.

A deep chuckle fills my ears. “You gonna let me fill you up with another baby, mamas? Give us the missing piece from our family. You gonna make me a daddy to a little princess, mamas? My beautiful Queen, my wife, the love of my life…”

I nod my head avidly. “Yes, Justin. I want you to fill me up, pump me full of your cum. I wa- need it, I wanna have your baby so bad.”

“I’ll give it to you, baby. What my queen wants, she gets. I’ll give you anything and everything. I’m gonna need to hold on and breathe, baby. Okay?” He lifts my head for confirmation.

“Yes, daddy.”

He dips his head to place a sweet, loving kiss on my lips. “Good girl.” His grip on my leg tightens as his free hand lines his dick up to my core. “Breathe baby…”

I lay my head on his chest to match his steady breaths while he slowly sheathes himself inside me. “There you go, good girl.” His voice’s gritty as he holds back, letting my pussy stretch nicely around his thickness.

“Oh-hhh.” My short, oval nails dig into his shoulders as he sinks in, inch by breathtaking inch.

“Baby… Talk to me, mamas.” He groans, withdrawing everything but the tip. “How you doin’?”

I smile against his chest. He’s also so attentive during sex, no matter where, how, or when he’s taking me. Making sure he doesn’t hurt me more than it should at first, always prioritizing my pleasure over his.

“Justin…”

“Yes, mama, what is it?” He answers softly.

I look up into his dark chocolate eyes. “I need you… to fuck me…”

“You sure, baby, we can go as slow as you want?” His big, warm hand cups my cheek, his thumb gliding over my cheekbone.

“Daddy, I need it.” I voice innocently while giving him dark ‘fuck me’ eyes. He bites his lip and flips us so my back is against the wall.

“Fuck, those beautiful brown eyes, you know exactly what you’re doing, huh?” He smirks, kisses my temple, and then wraps my other leg around his waist. “I can’t wait to see you glowing and growing my baby again.”

For a moment, my heart bursts with joy. A bubbly smile paints my face as my mind fills with ideas and images of what my husband would look like as a girl dad.

Then he dips his lips to my ear, and he growls, “Take this dick mamas.” His thick, veiny dick drags me from those thoughts as it fills my pussy deliciously, drawing out muted screams and deep breaths.

“Goddamn, you feel good, always so tight. Like you were made for me.” He moans, thrusting hungrily in and out of my slick warmth.

His tip hits that spongy spot with one long drag, making my back arch. “Fuck! Daddy!”

“Mamas, you’re killing me here. We can’t wake up the boys.” He groans breathlessly but continues to bully my g spot with his fat tip. My dull nails drag up and down his back, whimpers and sharp moans leaving my lips.

“Mamas…” He starts, then fixes the problem with his mouth instead, blurring my moans with his lips.

Our sounds of pleasure mix together while the slapping of his skin on mine prevails.

You can’t fix every problem.

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“So, why closet sex when I could’ve just made love to you in this big-ass comfy bed? You hit your head on the wall like three times.” Justin mumbles against my chest as we lay under the covers, legs wrapped together, happily spent.

“I told you, I saw it in a video.” I shrugged, tracing the patterns in his cornrows.

“Why did they do it in the closet in the video then?” He looks up at me.

I bite my lip and chuckle hesitantly. “Their kids were watching TV in their living room.”

He snorts, shaking his head. “You just wanted me to fuck you in that closet, huh?” He climbs up and kisses my lips, softly biting my lower lip.

“Guilty.” I moan, rolling us over and putting my hands on either side of his head, smirking. “Now, wanna see if we can fit in round two before the boys wake up?”

“My girl… I love the way you think.” He smiles, pulling my head back to his lips.

And it all started because of a toy dinosaur.

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woncon · 4 months ago

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hi i read your stories and you're awesome!! can i please request a san and wooyoung scenario where they're making coffee for you in the morning?

Hi dear Anon! 🥰

Thank you for the kind words & the request. I'd a fun time writing it. I hope you'll like it too! 💗💗

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➶ poly!woosan x gn!reader ｡˚ °

-ˏ` ✎﹏ San forgot to take the coffee machine to the mechanic. But instead of admitting it, he wants to become a home barista, making coffee for you every morning until he can actually take the machine to the repairman.

When Wooyoung finds out what he's up to, he won't tell you. He decides to help to keep San's secret and make nice coffee so you won't tell the difference.

Keeping it from you may seem easy.

It's not.

➴ genre: fluff, light angst, estabilished relationship, polyamory

: ̗̀➛ warnings: half-naked san, who is also a baby

⌨ :: 2.3K words ♡ ︵ . .

⁀➷ kisses and hugs for @honeytwo!!

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At 5:30 on a Monday morning, Wooyoung strode out into the kitchen. He was looking for San to drag him back to bed. You both slept easier and deeper when the boy was there. You clung to him eagerly, and he usually couldn't even slip away without you being alarmed that he was gently shaking you off him.

Wooyoung expected San to come for a glass of water. That was not the case. The broad-shouldered boy in his pyjamas leaned against the kitchen counter and watched a video in contemplation. At his fingertips were a colander, a bag of what looked like cat food, mugs and the kitchen scale.

Wooyoung curiously ventured closer. The parquet floor creaked under his socked feet.

San turned around like the hyperventilating protagonist of a horror film.

“Hi!” He paused the video so quickly that his phone fell on its face.

“Hi…” Wooyoung took a closer look at the prepared equipment. He picked up the filter and poked the bag. There was something hard inside. “What are you doing? Is this some kind of workout stuff? Or poison?”

“Poison?” San laughed awkwardly and shook his head as if he'd been caught.

“Are you... okay?”

“Of course. I just, uh, wanted to surprise you. Could you go back to bed and keep it a surprise?” San patted Wooyoung's waist. “I promise I'll be ready quickly.”

Wooyoung took pity on him. It was like San to wake up at sunrise to surprise the two people he loved the most. He didn't want to bother him any longer. He pressed a consenting kiss to San's cheek and would have turned back to try to fall back asleep in your embrance, but noticed the pattern at the bottom of the bag.

It was minimalist and almost blended into the caramel colour of the bag, but it was there nonetheless. Three coffee beans. It wasn't cat food, then.

Wooyoung blinked. He walked around San then held the bag in front of his face, and the heavy scent emanating from it immediately hit him in the nose. He pointed incredulously at San, whose neck was flushed.

“You forgot!” he said in disbelief.

“I have not!”

The other walked over to the coffee machine, plugged it in and tried to turn it on. It did the same thing it had been doing for the last few days: all the buttons flickered red and the machine whined, as if it would die at any moment and couldn't make the slightest coffee.

“Oh, but you forgot.” Wooyoung patted the poor steam and turned off the power. “Y/n specifically asked you to do that, remember? They even made your breakfast so you'd write down in your diary the appointment they'd booked with the plumber. And you forgot.”

San pouted in surrender. “Why are you mocking me now?”

“I'm just having a little fun.” Wooyoung grinned. “I'm usually the bad boyfriend here.”

“You're not a bad boyfriend.”

“But I forget more often than you, pearl of men.” Wooyoung looked through the assorted tools again. “So?”

“So what?”

“How can I help you?”

“You want to help?” San was surprised. “I thought you were going to tell our baby.”

“‘Course not. I don't want them to be sad. I'll help make sure they get their coffee and don't notice the difference until the machine is fixed.”

“See, Woo?” San's all brightened up. He stroked Wooyoung's face. “You're not a bad boyfriend.”

“Still, I'll help you cover up your forgetfulness.”

“Because you're my great boyfriend.” San pulled him close and showered him with kisses.

Wooyoung carefully pushed him away. It wouldn't have ended well if the coffee project hadn't progressed, because they were kissing and slowly forgetting about everything but each other.

“So where do we start?”

San set up his phone, tilted it at the microwave again, and they both dug into the information presented to them on how to make quality, home-brewed coffee.

****

Only five days. That's how long they had to wait before San could actually take the coffee machine to the mechanic. The earliest the man could meet San was Saturday afternoon. In the meantime, the two boys not only had to make homemade coffee by grinding and filtering, but also to make the coffee taste very similar to the one the machine made. Wooyoung took on the role of the pre-taster.

You liked the coffee on Monday. Although you noted that the program seemed to be quieter this time, you didn't find the taste strange. San laughed and wiped a spot of coffee off the edge of your mouth.

"I think you just slept too deeply. In the kitchen it was as loud and lively as ever. The mechanic did a good job."

As you took your next sip, he glanced warily at Woooyung.

The next day, Wooyoung played coffee machine sounds from his phone while San ground coffee beans. You drank again, this time making no comment on the missing mechanical sounds.

On the third day, Wednesday, you resented that neither of them were with you anymore. You got up early and called them.

“Shit! They're coming!” San tried to cover up his intimate parts like a caught-in-act lover: the filter, the cups, and of course the bag of coffee beans he hid in various places around the apartment as if they were a dangerous piece of his tainted past - even though he had no tainted past.

“Go, distract them!” Wooyoung took up the grind that day. He didn't want to stop, especially since his skin had soaked up the smell of coffee beans that his sense of smell was completely dulled. Of course, you would have smelled it.

Wooyoung didn't want questions about why he smelled thick and heavy like fresh coffee beans.

"Okay," San nodded. “Okay.”

Then he took off his pyjama top. Wooyoung's eyes widened. He didn't mean it that way, he would have added, but San and his refreshing body were gone.

“Do you want to take a shower with me?” his question filtered out from the living room. “I'd be happy to wash your back.”

Of course, you couldn't say no to that.

San had handled the emergency well enough, Wooyoung admitted. He had meanwhile finished his fresh coffee peacefully and even toyed with the idea of opening a coffee shop for a moment. He served it with a wide smile, and bathed contentedly in the showery scent of your neck and the melody of your appreciative humming, as if you knew he made it for you, not the coffee machine.

Everything went smoothly on Thursday, they even finished faster than before. They were really practiced and coordinated. They had time to lie back down next to you and gently caress you into wakefulness.

Wooyoung enjoyed the week, and even if the thought of failing at some point occurred to him, he dismissed the idea. They were a good team, and so far they'd done a great job, making delicious coffees and putting big smiles on your face with their hot brews. If you'd mentioned the coffee smell, he'd have bought a coffee shower gel to explain it. He and San ran through many scenarios to prepare for possible danger. Two more days was not the end of the world.

Although, you seemed to want to bring the world to an end. You also wanted to have a cup of coffee on Friday afternoon.

“Since the coffee machine got fixed, the coffee tastes better. And I'm busy, I need to recharge,” you said.

Your boyfriends couldn't let you touch the machine. The minute you turn it on, they're busted, even though they've been so good at hiding San's screw-up. They had another quick look.

“How about we go to that coffee shop you always daydreams about?” Wooyoung suggested.

“Really?” You froze, a faint frown of thought appearing on your face. “But it's an expensive place.”

"We want to make you happy," San nodded. “It's worth every penny.”

And of course they would have gone to great lengths to make sure you didn't even look at the coffee machine for a few more days.

“Well, okay," you smiled in agreement.

Friday's panic situation had been well averted. Wooyoung now really thought they were on the straight and narrow, only one brewed coffee away from success.

Well, Wooyoung hadn't factored San's Saturday morning breakdown into his immediate future.

As usual, they divided the duties. San ground the coffee beans, and Wooyoung set the Bluetooth speaker at just the right angle to make sure you could hear the coffee machine sounds playing and soothe you half asleep.

“Woo…”

Wooyoung looked up. It was rare to see San like that. He was a strong mountain, straight and taut. But now he was hunched over the counter, looking powerless. His eyes radiated uncertainty.

“I think I am the bad boyfriend.”

“What?” Wooyoung tried to process the information as quickly as possible. “You? You're literally boyfriend material. If you were single, everyone would be fighting for you. Even though you're ours, Y/n and I have to be careful not to let them take you away from us.” Wooyoung stroked the back of San’s hand. “You're not a bad friend, Sanie. You're absolutely not.”

“I've been lying to Y/n for almost a week.”

“Because you don't want them to drink powdered coffee. You take care of them. You ordered quality coffee from some classy guy.” Wooyoung took over the grinder from him. “And you can tell them the truth in the afternoon, if you want. I don't think they'll be angry, they'll probably just laugh at us.”

San still pouted ruefully, but he no longer hunched forward so tragically.

“Go and cuddle them. I'll finish this.”

“Can you?”

“Of course I can.” Wooyoung pulled the bag of coffee beans in front of him and smiled encouragingly at the other. “You know, thanks to you, I became a coffee master.”

Before Wooyoung could concentrate on making your morning coffee, San pulled him close and planted a long, sloppy kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you.”

“It is the least I can do. Now go. And don't let our baby out of bed!”

****

“Careful, careful," Wooyoung murmured as he handed you the mug. “It's hot. Very hot. Like your skin... hmm… let me lie back a bit.”

Wooyoung stretched out beside you, satisfied, once the coffee was safely in the palm of your hand. He rested his head against your waist and was about to look for a blanket that would hopefully preserve some body heat, but instead he got San himself as a blanket. He didn't complain.

“Gosh, the kitchen stone is so cold,” he whimpered.

“Well,” one of your hands went into his hair and gently massaged his scalp. “Next time, put on another layer of socks. Or don't go out. I can make my own coffee.”

“I wanted to be nice to you so you wouldn't leave me for this sexy guy behind me.”

While you giggled, San hugged Wooyoung even tighter, and the boy was reminded of how strong San is. And how much he loves it when he has time to spend the morning with the two of you.

“Oh, that can't happen. What would we do without you?” You stroked his cheek and San hummed in agreement.

What's for sure, at this point Wooyoung didn't feel like a bad boyfriend. In fact, he was proud that he could be here, that you both loved him.

“And thanks for the whipped cream, too, Woo.”

“You're welcome. I made it with love. I would have also put cinnamon on it, but I couldn't find any.”

"You must not have seen it from the bag of coffee beans," you said.

San's body tensed around Wooyoung. Wooyoung himself twitched.

“What?”

“The coffee bean bag. The one you hid as if it were a drug. A few days ago, it just covered up the cinnamon.”

San let Wooyoung go and sat up. He just blinked and waited for you to say something else. You didn't. You drank your coffee peacefully, your face smeared with whipped cream without a spoon to use.

“Don't look at me like that. I wasn't complaining about not liking it. In fact, you made it delicious.”

“You knew?” San was stunned. “Why didn't you tell us?”

“Because the coffee is delicious,” you drank some more. “And you've been very enthusiastic all week. I think you guys had fun too. Or am I wrong?”

“When did you find out?” Wooyoung asked, pulling his knees to his chest.

You frowned thoughtfully.

“I think it was Wednesday. Sannie got a call from the 'coffee guy'. I thought it was about the mechanic, so I picked it up while Sannie was getting dressed. The guy asked if I was happy with the merchandise and if I wanted to order another package. When I asked if he was talking about capsules, he hung up. I may or may not offended him.”

San crawled closer to you on the mattress. He took your face in the palm of his hand and kissed the whipped cream off. “I’m sorry.”

“I'm not mad. After all, you showed me that my boyfriends could make better coffee than my machine.” You pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. "However, I don't want you to spend every day sculpting in the kitchen to make me happy. I'd rather have you here with me and the coffee machine do my coffee.”

“That's what we want.” Wooyoung nodded, then leaned his head on your shoulder. He was very happy that you were not angry with them. Though he expected nothing less from your kind, loving heart. “And the coffee machine could be working tomorrow... If San didn't forget again.”

“Hey! This can't happen, I swear! I've been dreaming about this for two days. Even if I had amnesia, I couldn't forget it.”

“I believe you, big boy. I hope you haven't forgotten either that you promised me marathon hugs today.”

“Finish your coffee and you won't get away.” San nodded towards you, then looked at Wooyoung. He winked and smiled mischievously. “None of you will get away.”

For the record, Wooyung didn't intend to. It's well known that sometimes even the lovestruck coffee maker needs a break.

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omega lucifer x omega adam part 03~

i really am enjoying writing this! it's really fun to be honest! haha! i do hope you like it!

lilith finds out lucifer and adams mating. the angels get involved and adam loses a part of himself. poor bean.

Nest of the Damned (Omegaverse Omega/Omega) Part 01. Part 02. Part 03. Part 04. Part 05. Extra 01.

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"What's that?"

Adam jumped, a startled yelp escaping his lips as a firm hand clamped down on his shoulder. He was yanked back with such force that he nearly lost his balance. His green eyes widened in alarm as he turned to face the towering form of Lilith. The pungent smell of smoke assaulted his senses, making his nose twitch.

"Let go!" he cried, pushing the Alpha woman away. "Don't touch me!"

Lilith's eyes narrowed with suspicion. "What's that on the back of your neck? I've never seen it before."

"It-It’s none of your concern," Adam stammered, scrambling to put distance between them. "It has nothing to do with you."

"I bet it will if I ask the Angels," she hissed, her posture bristling with tension.

Adam frowned deeply, standing inches away from her. His instincts screamed at him to flee and hide as her aggressive scent filled the air. Adam longed to return to his safe nest and never come out again. Lilith despised him; she had made that clear from the beginning. The idea of being seen with him, let alone speaking to him, repulsed her. Not that Adam cared anymore.

"Why would you do that?" Adam asked, struggling to keep his voice steady. He swallowed hard, his throat aching as he tried to puff out his chest, showing he wasn't afraid of the Alpha. "Why would you ever get Angels involved in our business? You hate the Angels. You said they’re controlling us."

Lilith's eyes widened in surprise. Adam had never stood up for himself before. Her suspicion deepened as she stepped closer, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. Her icy blue eyes glared down at him threateningly.

"Did you make Lucifer bite you?" she accused coldly. "How selfish can you be? Forcing yourself on him like that. What did you do? Put on the waterworks again? Is that it?"

Adam shuddered, his skin prickling with anxiety. It was the same accusation she had hurled at him since Lucifer had stopped spending time with her. She blamed him for taking the angel away, but Lucifer had never been hers. He had always been Adam’s guardian Angel.

"No, you're wrong. Lucifer bit me because he loves me," Adam said, trying to keep his voice level, to hide his nerves. "And I love him. We’re mates, so you can’t mate with him anyway."

His heart pounded harshly as he stood up for himself. Adam’s eyes dropped, avoiding Lilith's piercing gaze. He shuffled his feet before finally raising his anxious stare to meet her harsh look. His stomach churned as he saw the intense anger in her eyes, prompting him to take a step back.

Then, without warning, Lilith's hand flew. She slapped Adam harshly across the cheek, causing his head to snap to the side. His eyes were wide and watering, his cheek reddening and undoubtedly bruising. Slowly, he raised a hand to touch the sore spot and looked at Lilith in disbelief.

"Y-You slapped me," he gasped.

Lilith growled, baring her teeth. "You're disgusting! You tricked him into mating with you! How vile!"

"I d-didn't!" Adam cried. "I didn't trick him! We mated because we love one another!"

"You're both Omegas! Omegas can't mate together!" Lilith snapped. "Omegas are supposed to mate with Alphas! I was supposed to mate with Lucifer, not you! He would never want you; you're not an Alpha!"

It was the first time she had yelled at him, and Adam shrank in on himself.

"So tell me!" Lilith demanded, grabbing Adam's arm as he tried to flee. Her fingers dug into his flesh, yanking him back with a force that made him gasp. Her other hand clamped around his neck, nails biting painfully into the sensitive skin at the nape.

Adam screamed from the sudden assault, his hands flying up to grasp her wrist in a desperate attempt to free himself.

"Tell me how you tricked my Omega!" she howled, her voice a feral growl.

Her fingers pressed down even harder on Adam's mating glands, tearing through the tender flesh. He writhed in agony, struggling against her iron grip. Alphas were naturally stronger than Omegas—something Adam had learned the hard way. Lilith's strength was overwhelming, far beyond what he could muster.

"I didn't! I didn't!" Adam chanted, his face contorted in pain. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. "Let go, please, you're hurting me!"

She practically shook him, dragging him closer with a single hand. "Yes, you did! The moment you presented and Lucifer could no longer spend time with me? What a delightful little consequence! I let it slide before because you were both Omegas, and I figured Lucifer was simply teaching you how to control yourself. But now I see you took advantage of my Omega! You tricked him, manipulated him!"

Another sobbing scream tore from Adam's throat as he trembled in her grasp. His heart pounded in his chest, and his vision blurred with tears. The pain was excruciating, both physically and emotionally. He wanted to disappear, to escape the torment and cruelty that Lilith inflicted upon him.

Waves of ruby red blood were beginning to run down Adam’s skin. He clenched his eyes shut tightly, grinding his teeth together as Lilith began to rip out his mating glands. Tearing out the claiming mark Lucifer had placed upon him. His vision blurred with white and lightning striking across his eyes.

Suddenly, Lilith was forcefully pulled away, leaving Adam to release a heart-wrenching sob. He crumbled to his knees, tears streaming down his cheeks like rivulets of sorrow. Gentle hands cradled him, enveloping him in a comforting embrace. Soft white wings cocooned around him, guiding him further away.

"What have you done?" Lucifer hissed, his voice dripping with venom as he glared daggers at the Alpha. "Why did you attack Adam?!"

Lilith recoiled in shock, not expecting Lucifer's furious outburst. She thrust her blood-stained hand out with a feral growl. "He claims you mated him! That can't be true! You're both Omegas! Omegas can't be together like that! He tricked you, didn't he?!"

Cupping the back of Adam's neck, a radiant blend of blue and gold light shimmered around Lucifer's hand. He did his best to heal the inflicted wound, biting his bottom lip as he drew Adam closer. Uncertainty gnawed at him; he wasn't sure if he could fully heal Adam's Omega glands—they might be permanently damaged...

"Lucifer?!" Lilith howled in rage. "It's the truth, isn't it?! He manipulated you, didn't he?! He played weak and pathetic to lure you in because that's so like him, isn't it!"

Lucifer frowned deeply. "Lilith, calm down. You're not thinking straight. Do you realize what you've just done? You've harmed Adam, an Omega! That's punishable."

Swallowing thickly, Lucifer's eyes lifted to the sky. It was already growing dark and stormy. His sharp teeth clenched together as he saw glimpses and sparks of gold appearing. His siblings would be here soon; Adam's pain had alerted them to trouble in Eden, just as his pain and screams had alerted Lucifer. The Archangel had been waiting for Adam in their nest and had grown worried when his Omega mate hadn't returned.

Lucifer cursed himself. This was all his fault. He knew he should have gone with Adam. He knew something like this would happen eventually. All Alphas were headstrong, especially when they felt threatened. It was ridiculous and it was his fault. If only Lucifer hadn't spent all that time with Lilith! Granted, he only did it so Lilith wouldn't have noticed Adam presenting! Lucifer hadn't wanted her to realise how beautiful and gorgeous Adam was. And his selfish actions had led to Adam being hurt.

"It's okay! It's okay, it doesn't matter, does it?" Lilith wheezed, approaching anxiously. "Adam doesn't have his stupid mating glands anymore, you're no longer tied to him! I've fixed it, your Alpha has fixed it! It'll be okay, we can still mate, can't we?"

"No!" Lucifer snarled, causing the Alpha to freeze in her tracks. "Why would I ever want to mate with you? After what you've just done? To my mate!"

A screech escaped Lilith. "Don't call him your mate! He is not your mate! I am!"

"No, you're not!" the Omega Archangel practically screamed in return. "You'll never be my mate! I'm in love with Adam, I have been since before you were even created! I wanted Adam, I still only want him!"

"You're lying!" Lilith screamed even louder, her voice echoing over the Garden of Eden. "We belong together! I'm an Alpha and you're an Omega! Omegas are not supposed to mate! He used you!"

Adam blinked his teary green eyes, lifting his head from Lucifer's chest to look at the deranged Alpha. He shivered as he noticed the lights flickering in the darkening sky. His hands gripped tightly at Lucifer's robes.

"L-Lucifer, the sky..." he whispered.

"I know," Lucifer said softly, choosing to ignore the deranged Alpha. He lifted his hand to check the back of Adam's neck, biting back a growl of anger. It had stopped bleeding, but it definitely looked like it would scar over his mating glands. "It'll be alright. I'll protect you...I'm so sorry I wasn't here..."

Adam smiled weakly up at him. "It's not your fault...s-she snuck up on me when I wasn't looking."

"Still, I should have been with you." Lucifer nuzzled his face to Adam's, releasing a warm rumble of comfort.

Lilith's eyes widened at the display, her rage intensifying tenfold. Her hands tensed at her sides, nails digging into her palms. Her chest heaved as she hissed with pure anger, her vision turning acid white.

"How dare you," she snarled from the back of her throat. "How dare you mate with fucking Adam?!"

Adrunply familiar figures appeared in the sky. Lucifer eyed them as they approached, pressing his lips together as he met Michael's gaze. He glared, tightening his protective hold around Adam.

"Lilith, whatever is the matter?" Sera questioned, landing beside her. Her entire being shuddered as she sensed the thick tension in the air. She tried to keep smiling, but Lucifer saw it falter from the scent Lilith was releasing.

Lilith bared her teeth at the angel and pointed a threatening finger towards the two Omegas. "Lucifer mated with Adam!"

"What?" Sera gasped loudly, her eyes growing wide. She turned her head to stare at Lucifer in disbelief.

Michael landed before Lucifer but kept a small distance between himself and the Omega. "Is that true? Lucifer, what did you do?"

"We love each other," Lucifer defended, pressing Adam's head into his chest. His wings spread and arched around them, shielding Adam from the other angels.

Eyebrows raising, Michael's mouth opened but then closed. He stared down at his elder brother as if his brain had short-circuited until finally he blinked, and a sickening expression of disappointment took over. As if he had the right to be disappointed in Lucifer.

"Lucifer, you didn't..." Gabriel gasped.

"What have you done?" Sera huffed, her anger beginning to spike, but she quickly settled herself before it could show. "Omegas do not mate with one another. That poor man, you've influenced his mind, haven't you?"

Lucifer narrowed his eyes at the suggestion, baring his sharp teeth threateningly at her. "Don't talk as if you know anything! Don't forget your place, Sera."

"Did you bite him?" Michael stepped in once more before Sera could speak. He stared back at Lucifer coldly, taking a daring step forward, but then retreated when Lucifer released a strong wave of his own power. "Did you mark him, Lucifer? Tell us, did you bear a claiming mark upon the first human Omega?"

Lilith shuddered, puffing up in her frustration. "Yes! He did! I saw it!"

"Lucifer..." Michael closed his eyes in disappointment. "How could you be so selfish and foolish? You've spoiled all our hard work. You were supposed to watch over him, not manipulate him. You have sent us back not days, but months, maybe even years.”

"I did not manipulate him!" Lucifer shot back heatedly. "I love him, and he loves me! We mated out of love! It's too late to undo it—we've marked one another!"

Sera gasped at his words. "You mean to say you had Adam bite you in return? Lucifer! How could you do that? This means Adam will never be able to mate with Lilith now."

"That's the point!" Lucifer snapped angrily. "We want to be together!"

"Omegas are not meant to be together like this!" Sera replied sternly.

Lucifer bristled at her words. "Who says so? Adam and I are the only two Omegas in existence! It's not written anywhere that Omegas can't be together! Father isn't punishing us for mating either!"

That gave Sera pause. She looked towards the skies where their Father, God Himself, would typically be watching over them. There were no storm clouds, no lightning strikes, no booming voice of wrath. Sera and Michael shared a look, coming to the realization that Lucifer was annoyingly correct. Their Father was not intervening, deeming it unnecessary to deal with.

"What should we do?" Sera asked Michael. "Without Adam, Lilith has no mate. She is companionless. She cannot breed without an Omega."

Michael sighed, his eyes flickering towards Lucifer and Adam briefly. "I'm not sure."

Breathing softly, Adam leaned against Lucifer, listening to the soft beat of his angelic heart. It was so soothing, luring him into a safe slumber if he wasn't careful. His skin prickled as he realized the danger had passed. The Angels had registered that Adam could not mate with Lilith anymore. While Adam didn't understand the true ins and outs of it, he was still relieved. Relieved that no one was going to take him away from Lucifer now.

As if he could read his mind, Lucifer hugged him tightly. Adam tilted his head back, meeting Lucifer's eyes before bravely standing up. Lucifer's lush white wings shuddered, clearly wanting to hold onto him and never let go.

"Make her a new Omega," Adam said shakily. He felt light-headed from the blood loss and just wanted to curl up in his nest, but he fought to stay upright. "Make Lilith a new Omega. I love Lucifer, and that's okay."

Immediately, Lucifer beamed and shot to his feet, his gentle hand grabbing Adam's and squeezing lovingly. He purposefully ignored the disapproving stares from Michael and Sera.

"Adam, it is not that simple..." Sera said softly, lowering her voice gently as she looked towards him.

Adam shook his head. "You... You said you would make me a new Alpha if Lilith didn't like me, remember?"

It was the first time Lucifer had heard about this. His eyes widened, and he looked towards Michael to see if his younger brother knew of the plan. However, Michael purposefully avoided his stare. Lucifer scoffed—how ironic. How laughable. They had a plan if Lilith chose to mate with him instead, yet they didn't notice him spending time with Adam?

"You said—you said you could make me a new Alpha. One better than Lilith, kinder and gentler," Adam breathed out. He felt comfort in Lucifer's presence, holding his hand, loving him. It made his whole body buzz that Lucifer had chosen him. "Then you can do the same for Lilith. You can make Lilith a new mate, a new Omega. Just like you were planning to do for me."

Sera's mouth gaped like a fish out of water. Finally, she closed her lips and slowly nodded, her eyes returning to Michael. "We could."

"It might be the only way now," Michael agreed.

"Then I shall gather the preparations," Sera said, appearing somewhat tired. Her eyes glanced back to Adam, appearing rather hurt that he hadn't followed the plan she had made for him.

Adam always knew Sera cared for him. He always knew she had nurtured him sweetly and kindly, almost like a mother would with her child. But did it really matter if he didn't mate with an Alpha? Shouldn't Sera be happy that he was happy? Adam was confused and so sleepy.

"Adam, are you sure about this?" she suddenly asked, looking as if she was about to approach them but didn't when Lucifer hissed warningly. "It's not too late to change your mind. I-I'm sure we can figure something out. You don't have to stay mated to an Omega."

Lucifer bristled at the insult of a suggestion.

"I'm happy," Adam mumbled. "You should be happy, I am happy. I don't care that Lucifer is an Omega. I care that he is nice to me, that he cares about me, that he doesn't make me feel frightened. I love him and—and that should be all that matters. G-God said..."

Adam paused, nibbling his bottom lip shyly. The moment he mentioned the Angels' father, they all looked at him. Even Lucifer was staring at him curiously.

"Father spoke to you?" Michael asked in surprise.

"Sometimes," Adam said meekly. "God said I should mate with the one who makes me feel the most comfortable. I should mate for love and that it was okay to not mate with Lilith."

Michael appeared to be debating Adam's words. He even checked the skies, knowing that God never accepted any lie about Him. But when he saw no sign of a lie, he accepted that Adam was telling the truth.

"Brother," he began darkly, looking towards Lucifer. "Despite how it may seem, you have still involved yourself in a way you should not have. You have still betrayed the very foundation you were made for."

Rolling his eyes, Lucifer scoffed. "Oh, spare me the righteousness. Just tell me what punishment you deem worthy of me, oh mighty one."

Michael narrowed his eyes at the taunting comment. "You are banished from Heaven. You will live out the rest of your life in Eden, with your mate. You will watch as Adam grows old and eventually dies."

That didn't sound so bad. Granted, the thought of Adam growing old and dying was horrible. It made Lucifer's stomach coil, but it wasn't a terrible thought. It was practically what both he and Adam wanted: to live out the rest of their days together in peace, happily mated without anybody bothering them.

"Then, when the day comes where Adam passes away and is welcomed into Heaven, you will not be allowed to reunite with him," Michael added cruelly. "You will forever be banished from Heaven's gates, knowing where your mate is but never being allowed to see him again."

"You can't do that!" Lucifer exclaimed in disbelief. Even Sera appeared surprised by the punishment. "You can't keep us apart like that!"

"It's simple, Lucifer. You have chosen to defy us and soil the first human Omega," Michael grunted coldly. "Therefore, I suggest you enjoy the time you both have together, as human lives are not very long. I'm afraid to say, you no longer have an eternity together."

Lucifer's eyes widened in shock. "You... You really are an asshole. I’ll make you regret this.”

“Be thankful I am being merciful on your crime, Lucifer.”

Sera gazed at Adam with pity.

~#~

Humming a gentle melody, Adam toyed with the soft feathers lining their cozy nest. Lucifer's beautiful wings had recently shed, making way for new feathers to grow. His older feathers were lovingly incorporated into their nest. Adam smiled as he held one aloft, the tip of the white and blue feather playfully tickling his nose.

The Omega lay on his stomach, nestled snugly in their warm sanctuary, waiting for Lucifer's return. It had been a few months since their love had been revealed to the Angels, resulting in Lucifer's banishment from Heaven. But it wasn't so bad. It meant they could be together without a care, and Lucifer no longer had to fulfill his angelic duties. They spent every moment together, wrapped in each other's arms, talking, laughing, and making love.

"Adam~" Lucifer's voice called out as he landed just beyond the wall of purple flowers.

Immediately, the human Omega sprang to his feet, a radiant smile lighting up his face. As soon as Lucifer ducked beneath the cascading Wisteria blooms, Adam launched himself into his mate's arms.

"Luci! You're back!" he exclaimed joyfully.

Lucifer's arms encircled Adam's waist, while the human's arms looped around Lucifer's shoulders. His wings fluttered with excitement as Lucifer spun him around, dancing on one foot while the other kicked up into the air. They tumbled back onto the nest, pulling Adam down with him.

They landed in their nest, laughing together.

"Were you lonely without me?" Lucifer teased, rolling onto his side with one arm tucked under Adam's head and the other gently cradling his shoulder. His fingers threaded through Adam's brown and red hair, pushing it back from his enchanting green eyes.

"I'm always lonely when you leave," Adam murmured, smiling as he pulled the Archangel into a deep, tender kiss. “I don’t like it when you leave.”

"I don't like leaving you either," Lucifer murmured, returning the kiss. Their warm bodies curled together, a perfect fit. He tenderly caressed Adam's cheek, his fingers dancing lightly over the soft skin. "Are you feeling alright?"

A soft blush colored Adam's cheeks as he weakly touched the back of his neck. Since Lilith had cruelly ripped out his mating glands, Adam had been a shadow of his former self. His body struggled to cope with the loss of such an important part. Lucifer had done everything he could to care for him, but there was only so much he could do. Though he had initially healed the wound, he couldn't restore the glands...

"I'm... okay. Really," Adam whispered softly.

Lucifer sniffled and pressed delicate kisses along Adam's face, neck, and shoulders, his hand still gently caressing Adam's cheek. He leaned forward, nuzzling into Adam and releasing a sweet, comforting Omega scent.

"Do you smell that?" he whispered tenderly.

Adam blinked slowly, his eyes beginning to water. He smiled weakly, shrugging helplessly. "No. I... I'm sorry. I still don't smell anything..."

"You will!" Lucifer promised, though they both knew it was a lie. "I-I'm sure you will, in time. So - so don't worry, okay? Just rest, everything will come back in time."

Humming quietly, Adam nuzzled into Lucifer's throat. He breathed in gently, wishing he could still smell Lucifer's Omega scent, still feel the connection that once pulsed so strongly between them. He could sense a faint tingle in the back of his mind, a reminder that he was still mated to Lucifer, but it was nowhere near as intense as it had been. Lilith, whether she knew it or not, had caused irrevocable damage...

"I love you," Lucifer said seriously. "Even if you can't feel our connection anymore, I want you to know I still love you. More than anything."

Adam cooed, basking in the love and attention. "I love you too. I don't regret anything, Lucifer. I hope you know that."

"Are you sure?" the Archangel asked brokenly. "Because of me, you've lost your Omega glands. If... if I never mated you... you wouldn't have lost that part of you..."

Shaking his head, Adam cupped Lucifer's rosy cheeks and pulled him into another kiss. "I never regret anything, really I don't. Even if I knew I was going to lose my Omega glands, I would have still chosen to be with you. I still would have mated with you."

Lucifer released a relieved, loving sound, akin to a contented preen.

“I love you. I love you so-so much.” Lucifer cooed, rolling them over so he was on top. “More than anything. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Adam grinned cheekily, reaching up to nip at Lucifer’s jaw. “I love you sooooo much~”

Giggles bounced between the two Omegas as they began to share deeper and longer kisses. Tongues beginning to play cat and mouse. Hands started to wonder, touching one another in places that only each other could touch. Gasps, whimpers and moans filling the air in a loving melody. Their breath hitching and saliva bridges appear between their lips, among other areas.

The rushing pleasure formed like a bubble between their legs. Their mouths stayed pressed together as they rocked their hips together, rubbing their Omega-hoods back and forth, increasing the delicious friction between them. Just as the bubble finally popped and the pair released matching cries, collapsing onto the nest in a mess. Their sweat mixes together.

Lucifer buried his face in Adam’s throat, listening to his beloved pant and wheeze. He missed the intoxicating scent Adam used to release whenever he reached his peak—now there was nothing. He knew it wasn’t Adam’s fault; it was his own. He hadn’t been there to protect Adam, to keep Lilith from getting close...

A shiver ran through him as Adam began to caress the back of his neck. Lucifer’s warm lips trailed along Adam’s throat, planting butterfly kisses until they reached his mouth again.

“I don’t smell like anything, do I…” Adam said meekly.

Lucifer’s blue eyes grew sad, though a soft smile graced his lips. “It’s alright. I don’t need to scent you to know you enjoyed yourself. It doesn’t bother me that much, honestly.”

“Yes, it does…” Adam mumbled quietly, turning his head away. “It bothers me that I can’t…that I can’t scent you. I want to so badly, but it’s just nothing.”

Cradling Adam’s cheek, Lucifer kissed him slowly and deeply. “It’ll get better with time. We just need time. It’ll be fine.”

“I hope so…” Adam said with a hopeful smile. “But as long as you’re with me, I think I’ll be fine.”

"That's right. As long as we're together, we'll be okay. We'll get better, together. We will help one another be better." Lucifer cooed, pressing another kiss to Adam's lips. "Everything will get better as long as we're together."

They would be together, forever. No matter what Michael said. When Adam eventually died and became an Angel, Lucifer would find his way into Heaven. They would reunite and be together. Nobody, absolutely nobody, would get between them.

For hours, neither spoke. They cuddled together, Lucifer trailing his fingers up Adam's arm, tracing the delicate blue veins. Every so often, they shared a warm, sweet kiss.

"Oh, I saw Lilith's new Omega this morning," Adam suddenly hummed, snuggling even closer against Lucifer. He nuzzled his head into his Archangel's throat.

Lucifer tensed up, his arms tightening protectively around Adam as if the Alpha might appear from nowhere. He couldn’t bear the thought of Adam being attacked again. "I thought we agreed you'd stay away from Lilith."

"We did and I did." Adam smiled in amusement. "I saw the new Omega, not Lilith. Calm down, I didn't approach her. She was across the river anyway."

"Oh..." Lucifer relaxed and let out a sigh of relief. He laid his head against Adam's with a frown. "They made Lilith a female Omega?"

Adam released a purr at the hug. "Yeah. I thought it was strange too, but she looked really pretty. She had bright red hair, super long too! Not as long as Lilith's, but waist-length. And brown eyes! She had these odd specks all over her."

"Freckles." Lucifer said softly. "You're talking about freckles."

Adam yawned softly, his eyelids growing heavy once more. "Ah, freckles. Yes. She had freckles. I think she saw me and waved, but I left."

"That's good. I want you to stay away from her too," Lucifer muttered darkly. His possessive side began to emerge again. He knew there was no reason to worry, but he did. The thought of Adam finding this new red-haired Omega more beautiful than himself was unbearable.

"Okay." Adam pouted. "Why?"

Lucifer eyed his pretty Omega from the corner of his eye. "If I happened to see her and thought she was pretty, then came and told you about it...would you like that?"

"No." Adam said immediately, his eyes narrowing. He lifted himself up slightly and frowned deeply. "I don't like that thought. Oh, I see what you mean. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."

"Upset me?" Lucifer chuckled, sitting up as well and cupping Adam's face. "No, Adam, I'm jealous. I love you so much that I can't stand the thought of you liking anybody else. I don't want you to care for anyone else. I don't want you thinking anybody is pretty but me."

An awestruck expression took over Adam's face. His green eyes glittered with amusement and love. Immediately, Adam slipped onto Lucifer's lap and wrapped his arms around Lucifer's shoulders. "I will never think anybody is more beautiful than you, Luci~ You're the most gorgeous person I have ever met! I think you're wonderful, amazing, and I would never want anybody but you~"

"I like those words~" Lucifer purred, kissing him again. "I want to be the only thing on your mind~"

"And you are! Always, only you!" Adam preened, running his hands down Lucifer's back. "I'm yours. Only yours."

“Good.”

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Jack & Joker - Wild Ass Theories

Yin and War are hot. I wanted to start with a fact.

Also, Jennie is in the next episode, so our girl is living her best life!

Theory #1 - The heist happens soon

Random: The two guys Hope sends to go after Joke are the same men who end up tied up by this woman and her people.

Hope seems to be from Jack's neighborhood in the opening scenes, so did Jack teach him how to fight and become an enforcer?

I only have a thirty image limit, but this is vision from the trailer:

Jack goes to collect money from Tattoo and Hoy, but lets them off easy

Later, Hope hits Tattoo with a pan because he feels Jack took it too easy on him

Hoy and Tattoo try to ambush Joke because they think he is the only one who can get Jack out of this business

Joke flips the tables and ties up Hoy while asking more questions

They plan the heist because they need money and to get Jack's attention

Hoy and Tattoo are seen doing something to Aran's bag,

And Joke apparently takes the necklace right off of Aran's neck when the model passes out on the runway with the bag and Tattoo right there, so wouldn't Hope realize who is involved?

So is this why Joke goes to hide out at Jack's house after he gets away from the fight with him? And Hoy and Tattoo spill the beans about where Joke is and this is this why Hope and Jack are fighting outside of Jack's house? I think so!

Theory #2 - Rosé is going to fund Jack's school

The sweet rich girl wants to eliminate debt and help the poor. Plus Jack, at some point, stands in as her bodyguard. That's all I got. *shrugs* It's a vibe.

Theory #3 - Joke's hand tattoo is Jack

Not really a theory but more of an observation because Jack's best skill is sleight of hand. He was able to steal Carbon's wallet without Carbon noticing which is why Carbon couldn't find it to pay.

And Joke switched the tests by distracting the boy when he took his wallet, only two snatch the answer keys when the boy starting arguing with the other one.

Joke has been at this for a bit because he had several aliases.

And the reporter said previous to the most recent store robbery, Joke had committed five other robberies.

And every time, he left behind his signature frowning face symbol, but five years later, he has as smiling face tattooed on his hand, which, once again, is his biggest asset, so does he have it to remind him to do better whenever he wants to use his skills again?

Because he once ruined the happy boy's life who is the basis for the tattoo?

But on his other wrist he has both the frowning face and the smiling face depending on how it is viewed, so is it both of them?

Not related, Joke has a tattoo on his chest. Zoom in.

Theory #4 - Jack will give Joke the ring

Jack gave the boss this ring as collateral, and it has sentimental value since the opening credits show it has two names on the inside (his parents) and Jack's on the outside. In the final scene of the trailer when Joke kisses Jack (after opening his martial arts studio?), there is a glimmer on Joke's hand that has the smiling face tattoo. I think it's the ring!

Theory #5 - Colors

The boys aren't really a Black Brooder and a Red Rascal.

Like they are now, but they aren't. *squints*

Jack was a Cyan Cutie.

He was loyal.

He was chill and happy. (shirt reads "happy place, happy place" over his heart)

Joke was a "standard" blue boy who was intelligent in overlooked ways.

But Joke's red shows up when he is Joker because his braces were red in the exam con.

And his tie was red in the bank con.

So I think even though times have changed, and they have absorbed their current colors, the blue will still be shared between them.

Because it will show up again.

Theory #6 - Aran is Tattoo's boyfriend

I want Mark and Prom to kiss so badly in this show that I'm going to single-handedly sail this ship, so I think when Hoy and Tattoo surprise Jack and Joke, Aran is standing next to Tattoo. It doesn't make sense if they robbed him, but he is the only extra boy with an earring in his left ear, the hair lines up, and he would wear a shirt like that.

Give them to me!

#jack and joker #u steal my heart #I got theories for days #possible spoilers #but I could just be crazy #I need tattoo x aran like I need air #I also hope that Hope ends up being good #color coded boys in love #the colors mean things #like they share blue?#I don't know!

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 7 months ago

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A random thought, during the Mr. Qi's Crop Challenge (you know the one were you have to plant and shipped 500 Qi Beans) how will the SDV/SVE Bachelors gonna react to their lover (the Farmer) planting this weird looking crop that looks like a blueberry with sunglasses across the farm fields. 😂

Ah, Qi beans... Probably my least favourite quest, because spending a whole month growing this stuff, and also getting these fucking beans instead of cool gifts in chests or fish.... Ugh. Oh well, sorry for that 😅

Even though this fruit is annoying to me, the ask itself regarding the reactions of others to it is pretty funny, hee hee. Thanks for the ask, and enjoy! 🫰💖

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SDV/SVE bachelors react to the Qi fruit:

"Looks creepy..... And cool, by the way. What did you do to make them grow like that?" Sebastian's spouse is a virtuoso at growing all sorts of unusual crops, and he thinks it's a mega cool ability. Just a week ago they ate a salad made from an 'ancient fruit', and the day before yesterday they cut up a giant mushroom crop that was the size of a large pumpkin (even though Sebby's doesn't like shrooms, it was still cool!). Now it's the weird fruit with sunglasses. He wonder what unusual plant Farmer will grow tomorrow...

"Oh, I know! Are those fruits and vegetables that grow in different shapes?" Sam recently watched a video about gardeners who grow square watermelons or tomatoes in the shape of hearts using plastic moulds. So the guitarist reckoned his spouse had decided to join the trend too. A strange choice, yeah, but hey - bonus for cool sunglasses! And what does this 'Qi' fruit taste like? Looks like a giant blue melon, Sammy wouldn't mind a tasty snack. Anyway, he doesn't know much about gardening himself, so he'll leave that to Farmer.

"Did you buy sunglasses for every fruit you grow or what?" And tell us, dear Alex - why would your beloved Farmer do that? These things maybe look like sunglasses, but are hardly sunglasses. But who knows? It's definitely an unfamiliar fruit for an athlete, especially compared to what his grandmother Evelyn used to grow in the community garden all the time. But if it's edible and full of vitamins (no), then Alex doesn't really care about the look of the Qi fruit. "Hey, even if this tastes awful, we'll have plenty of pairs of sunglasses!"

"That's some ugly ass fruit right here. Do people really eat that stuff now?" Truth be told, while working at JojaMart, Shane had managed to see stranger products labelled as 'novelty'. This applied not only to obscure sauces and snacks of dubious origin, but also to fruits and vegetables. The blue colour of the "Qi" fruit Farmer grew generally gave Shane the idea that his spouse had purchased the seeds just from Joja.co. It looked strange, but Shane didn't even mind tasting it. If it's edible at all. This fruit certainly doesn't get any worse than Joja's 'special' sauce for nachos, of that he's sure.

"Honey, are you sure it's safe to eat?" Every time another crop of obscure origin ripens on the farm, Harvey's heart begins to pound with worry. What if it's poisonous? What if it's not handled properly and you could get food poisoning? Why is it such a strange shape? "Farmer, please..." The poor doctor goes through all the books on vegetables, fruits and berries, hoping to find some information about this Qi fruit and whether it's okay to eat it (spoiler - to no avail). Either it's another "healthy" product from Joja or something else. Either way, Harvey will be sceptical, to say the least.

"...If I understand correctly, my soul, this is our dinner for today?" Elliott could have sworn the fruit had just winked at him! The writer had heard that some farmers and gardeners deliberately grow their crops in a variety of shapes to make them look extravagant and sell them for more money, but... Of all the shapes, his spouse chose the face... But maybe that's the kind of crop that's in high demand on market right now. Elliott hoped that if they were to bake strudel with this 'Qi' fruit today, it would taste better than it looked. Also... sunglasses?

"Hmm, I wonder... Where exactly did you get those seeds, my love?" It is not appropriate for Lance to judge the strange crop that Farmer has grown, when the adventurer himself has a monster crop ripening in a corner on the farm, with an appearance similar to a huge eyeball. Nevertheless, this strange fruit arouses a share of suspicion in the pink-haired man. Something is not right here.... If his dear spouse doesn't mind, Lance would also like to take a look at this fruit, for he is very curious to know if this crop has any magical properties. Or anything that might threaten him or Farmer.

"This... thing is unnatural. What in the name of all spirits did you grow this abomination from?" Magnus's whole gut screams that this is not just a fruit, but the spawn of a dangerous mage or witch. Thin threads of dark magic emanate from this fruit, and the wizard certainly doesn't like Farmer being in contact with that magic. "Eat it? Absolutely not! And is it even edible?" A worried Magnus questions his spouse about who gave them these seeds and why. Hearing the name 'Qi', he sighs heavily. Mr. Qi. Of course... This name definitely promises a lot of chaos for everyone.

"Erm... That's wonderful, darling! You've managed to grow this, um... What's it called again?" Victor had spent two whole days in the town library and looked all sorts of books at home - not a single mention, about this mysterious 'Qi fruit'. It's not, to tell the truth, the strangest thing Farmer grew in their fertile fields (monster crops will always be at the top of the list for strangeness. Especially the one with the giant eyeball). Maybe it's some new fruit his spouse has discovered? Victor is sure the Farmer knows what they're doing. But yeah, he's supportive.

#stardew valley #sdv #stardew valley expanded #sve #sdv shane #sve lance #sve magnus #sdv wizard #sve victor #sdv alex #sdv elliott #sdv harvey #sdv sebastian #sdv sam #sdv headcanons #thanks for the ask!

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itisme-rosie · 1 year ago

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-- displays of affection; james potter, sirius black, remus lupin x reader (separately) wherein they are affectionate in the most irritating (lovingly said) ways possible.

cw: fluff!! cursing (the colorful language kind)

[ review for the math exam? no, fluff >>. ]

masterlist | rules

[ james potter ]

"you, sir, are staring" i muse, not bothering to lift my head to meet james' stare that burned holes into the side of my head, "any reason in particular as to why?"

"i don't know what you're talking about," he murmurs back, and from the corner of my eye, i see that he didn't shift away from me in his seat. james remained leaning on his folded arms against the table, not turning his eyes away from me, leaning even closer if that was possible.

i reach out one hand, the other flipping through the tome in search of the chapter we had to read for our history class to pat the top of his head, even lightly pinching his cheek, much to his chagrin.

"there, there, you big baby," i laugh quietly, thumbing over his cheek in an attempt to soothe him but he only pouts frowns even more.

"remus was right," i hum and he perks up a little at that, only for his face to scrunch up a little.

"our moony's always right," he huffs, "it's just a matter of what he's right about,"

"i don't know, you might not like what he's right about this time, and i am not about to be in the middle of a debate between you two,"

"it can't be that bad,"

"- is exactly what you said when he warned you about the bertie bott's every flavor bean, you know, the spinach flavored one, and you were so insistent that it was mint just because it was green, and he said spinach and mint were 2 different shades of green and you still ate it and you wouldn't talk to him until -"

"alright! alright!" james waves his hands around, hurriedly rushing to my side to clamp a hand over my mouth, "i got your point," he drops his hand with a sigh - albeit a very dramatic one, "perhaps it is better if i never know,"

and down back on the table his head goes, and my hand shoots out to run my fingers through his hair, smoothing it out a little.

"there, there, jamesie," i laugh as quietly as i could in the middle of the library, "all remus was right about is how pouty and clingy you get when you're tired,"

[ sirius black ]

"i despise you,"

"really? can't tell from that - ow - gorilla grip you have on my arm,"

"this is the last date i am ever letting you take me on - you know i despise mazes almost as much as i despise you - you, i despise most of all, top 1 on the list of things i despise,"

"don't worry darling," he muses, the circulation in his arm slowly getting cut off from how tightly you were clinging to him, "i won't let anyone get ya,"

"and also," he moves his head so he could whisper in your ear, "kinda nice that i'm number 1 at something in your life,"

"you're hopeless,"

"hopelessly in love -"

"now you just sound like james, cut it out, black,"

"that's my best mate you're insulting," sirius gasps with false offense, his hand on his chest, "besides, where do you think he learned it from?"

"birds of a feather indeed," i manange to half joke before one of the maze actors pop out, prompting a scream that dies out quickly upon realizing that sirius had begun laughing.

"i hate, hate, hate you," you grumble once more, detaching from his arm so you could swat at him. multiple times. multiple enough times that the actor that had been standing awkwardly beside you both after scaring you had coughed and retreated back behind a particularly tall haystack.

"you scared the poor man away, love," sirius barely mananges to speak through his wheezing laughter.

"it's only right, he scared the shit out of me,"

"oh i'm sorry my love," your boyfriend notices how you tremble a little, a small smile cracking his lips when he notices your ever so nonthreatening and adorable demeanor with the matching clenched fists at your sides and he embraces you tightly, rocking you both back and forth, "let's look for the guide and get you out of here, yeah?"

"you are never planning our dates again," you sniffle, from the cold or otherwise, it didn't quite matter so much anymore.

sirius tilts his head so you two were face to face, lightly bumping his nose with yours as a silent apology, "you're in charge, boss," he quips, kissing the tip of your nose and grinning when you start to smile.

[ remus lupin ]

remus never understood the appeal of beanbag chairs.

he sits on them, of course, and he finds them rather comfortable, but the problem lies upon when you're sitting on them.

you sit on them religiously, on one in particular - it had been a gift from your family over the holidays and it's been permanently attached to your behind. remus finds the attachment endearing, of couse. moreso the strange positions he finds you in when he stumbles across you sprawled on it and asleep, but he'd never admit to that.

if there was one thing he enjoyed more than that was cuddling close to you while he read and contemplated life and right now, all he got was patting your head while he laid on a couch in the empty common room, staring up at the ceiling and the details painted onto it while you stayed seated on the beanbag chair on the floor, head bowed while you went over your essay for the hundredth time.

your neck cramps a little, so you adjust how you sat, moving your neck a little and remus - dear, sweet, perceptive remus - gently runs his thumb over the back of your neck, right where the cramp was, and you groan.

"oh, that's the stuff,"

moony chuckles, concern veiled behind his casual tone, "you're awfully tense darling,"

"nonsense," you murmur, head and neck going limp as you ease into his gentle movements, "i'm quite alright, just...need a break,"

"well, if you didn't slouch -" he begins playfully.

"you, remus john lupin, are the last person that should be lecturing me on my posture," you huff, eyes fluttering open to glare at him with no heat in my eyes.

he raises his hands in surrender and you frown at the loss of contact on the achy spot on your nape, turning to face him but remus simply sits up, gesturing for you to turn around before he starts to massage the knots and cramps up your neck and down your shoulders.

"merlin darling, is your neck not aching?"

"feels numb mostly,"

"and you didn't think it was concerning?"

"well, it doesn't really bother me because i can't exactly feel it,"

"well, that's the problem sweetheart," remus says placatingly, and he chuckles, "you're supposed to be able to feel the back of your neck,"

"i've been using the beanbag chairs too much," you admit, "the back of them aren't really sturdy, so i don't lean and i end up slouching,"

bingo, remus lets a mischievous smirk you thankfully can't see grace his lips, "so it was your slouching? and i was right?"

"never said that," you answer abruptly, stretching when his hands leave the area it was massaging, "but if there is one thing i will be doing, it's sitting with you on the couch, scoot over,"

and he does, tugging you into his open arms and hugging you tightly, pressing kisses on your cheek while his hands rub your back comfortingly, "tell me where it aches darling, i'll help you feel better,"

#hp x reader #marauders x reader #marauders fluff #hp fluff #remus lupin x reader #remus x reader #sirius black x reader #sirius x reader

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chocos-universe · 1 year ago

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Well then...

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--Jax was being a bitch rabbit, like always... and Ragtha had enough. And Ragatha got mad.--

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|Lees: Jax||Lers: Ragatha, Pomni, Zooble, Kinger, Caine, and Bubble|

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"WHO PUT BUGS IN MY ROOM?!?!" Ragatha yelled, stomping on the stage where (mostly) everyone was. "Woah there! What's all the commotion about?" Caine asked, floating around with bubble. "Did you say insect collection??" Kinger asked as Zooble glared at him. "What is with you and that f***ing collection...?" "Zooble!!" Caine yelled at Zooble as Zooble rolled their eyes. "I-I didn't put bugs in your room R-Ragatha...n-no one was really in your r-r-room..." Gangle said, stuttering. Pomni looked around and shrugged. "Everyone's room is locked, right...? And only we have the keys to our room..." Pomni said before realizing. "Wait..." "Hey, fellas, what's up?" Jax said, walking in as Ragatha GLARED. "Jax... did you put bugs in my room?!?!?" Ragatha shouted as Jax had his normal smug smile on. "Maybe~" "JAX!!! THAT IS MY ONLY FEAR, WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!" "Whatttt? It was funny! You're super mad right now anywa-- WOAH!!" Jax's eyes widened as Ragatha pounced on him "Wh-Wha??!!" Pomni covered her mouth in surprise.

Jax then started...giggling...?

"EEP-- R-Rahahahagatha!! I-It tihihihickles!!" Jax's giggles were oddly sweet and silly. Ragatha spidered her fingers all around his sides. "Tickle Tickle Jax...~" Ragatha teased, chuckling at the youngers blushy face. "Uh...is this normal...?" Pomni asked, looking at Caine. "Why, of course! Everyone gets into tickle fights sometimes! ...Zooble isn't ticklish, though..." Caine said, sounding a little disappointed. "It's true." Zooble said, having their arms crossed. "Anyone wanna help me??" Ragatha asked, having her happy smile on. "...Alright. But only cause Jax will suffer." Zooble said as he took off his arm.

(Quick thing- Jax did call Zooble a "He" in the pilot. So, I'm considering Zooble as a He/They in this:3)

"Nohoho!! Dohon't help her!!" Jax said in between his silly little giggles. "Too late, Jax." Zooble said, tickling Jax's stomach. "EEEK-- Zohohohohoble!! Nahahahaho!!" Jax kicked his legs a little bit. Kinger looked at the younger ones and blinked. "...Eh." Kinger walked over and dug his fingers into Jax's armpits. "AH-- KIHIHIHIHIHIngeheheher!! D-DAAAOHOHOHONT!! BUHUHUHUHUBBLE!! NAHAHAHAT THE EHEHEHEARS!! NOT THE F***IN EHEHEHEHEHEHEARS!!" Jax's curse got bleeped out. Bubble licked Jax's ears, making the poor dude squirm and squeal. "GAHAHAHAHAHAD D*MN IHIHIHIHIT!! *shreik* STAHAHAHAHAP!! F***ING STAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHAP!!" Jax pleaded, reaching the point of tears coming out of his eyes. "This is fun," Kinger said in a happy tone. "Come join us, Pomni!" Ragatha said, smiling. "NOHOHOHO!! DOHOHOHONT!!" Jax protested. His ears twitched as his tail wagged a LOT. He hated this, though. "U-Uh..." Pomni looked hesitant until Caine spoke up. "I can help with that!" Caine swayed his cane around as Jax's legs were stuck in place. "F***!! POMNI DOHOHOHONT!! AH-- F***!! Z-ZOHOHOHOHOBLE!!" Jax SCREAMED as Zooble pinched at his ribs. "U-Um..." Pomni shook a little and lightly brushed her fingers along Jax's foot. "P-OMNIHIHIHIHIHEHEHEHE!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT!! I- I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN'T!!" Jax pleaded as he was squirming around admitting his defeat(kinda). "Then say sorry!!" Ragatha said, going crazy on his sides, making Jax S Q E A L. "NAHAHAHEHEHEHEVER!!" Jax kept on squealing, shrieking, and squirming. Pomni looked at him and squeezed Jaxs knees while tickling in between Jax's lil toe beans. "EHEHEHEK-- POHOHOHOHOHOMNI!!! DOHOHOHO-- AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!" Jax's voice got squeaky and snorty. "Say you're sorry!!" Ragatha said, smirking. "OK!! OHOHOHOHOHOKAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAY!!! I'M SAHAHAHAHAHARRY!! I'M F***ING SAHAHAHRRY!! JUST GET OHOHOHOFF OF MEHEHEHEHEHE!!" Ragatha stopped and smiled. Everyone else did as well.

"Learn your lesson?"

"...Absolutely f***ing not." Jax ran off

"I-- JAAAAXXXX!!!!!!!"

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#the amazing digital circus #tickle #jax #lee!jax #ler!ragatha #ler!pomni #ler!caine #ler!bubble #ler!kinger #fanfic #tadc #ler!zooble

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donutwatches · 10 months ago

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MHA 2.24 - Katsuki Bakugo: Origin -part 2

Thank you to everyone who follows, reblogs, likes, and comments! You guys are the best! Now on with the show:

These two sure do have a complicated dynamic. It would have been easy for the story to take the more cliche route of 'poor victim wins over irredeemable bully', but it is taking a risk by showing positive elements mixed in with the difficulty.

You can see the conflicted feeling on Deku's face here. Bakugo has spent this episode being an unrelenting a-hole, but Midoriya persists in admiring him. Deku is an unhinged little sweet bean, isn't he?

Shut up show, you are not allowed to make Bakugo cute (awww, that little angry pout, his itty bitty tears).

Bakugo scrapping with 4 graders and winning is so *Bakugo* of him.

Nooo, it's a cute-off, I can't survive this level of cuteness, help!

Look at him, all sparkly eyed watching Bakugo being a hero and beating up the bad guys with the same fists that Bakugo uses to beat him up. How...inspiring?

They came up with a plan together! They are working as a team! Hallelujah, it's a miracle! Maybe there is hope! Maybe they can wi---

---and they are doomed. All Might has no chill.

Bakugo gave him one of his gauntlets! Why does that feel so major? This exam is great since tey are going to have to learn how to be more um, 'functional', around each other since they are learning to heroes side by side.

On the other hand, I cannot stop thinking about the gauntlet having stored up sweat inside of it. All of that teen sweat just sloshing around in there...ugh.

Dear God, I can only take so many death flags for All Might. You can't talk about how the kids are our future and than cough up blood. My heart can't take it.

All Might, please do not murder the kids.

He just tossed him like a bean bag, the disrespect. Definitely a desperate plan. Maybe if he throws him far enough, Deku might escape being brutally killed by All Might before the exam is over.

Maybe not. Did...did All Might just...break Deku's spine with his booty? Big Buff just brought new meaning to being a hard ass.

Click here for Part 3/3

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thegreyunderstanding · 10 months ago

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Praying Drunk

Our Father who art in heaven, I am drunk.

Again. Red wine. For which I offer thanks.

I ought to start with praise, but praise

comes hard to me. I stutter. Did I tell you

about the woman whom I taught, in bed,

this prayer? It starts with praise; the simple form

keeps things in order. I hear from her sometimes.

Do you? And after love, when I was hungry,

I said, Make me something to eat. She yelled,

Poof! You’re a casserole!—and laughed so hard

she fell out of the bed. Take care of her.

Next, confession—the dreary part. At night

deer drift from the dark woods and eat my garden.

They’re like enormous rats on stilts except,

of course, they’re beautiful. But why? What makes

them beautiful? I haven’t shot one yet.

I might. When I was twelve, I’d ride my bike

out to the dump and shoot the rats. It’s hard

to kill your rats, our Father. You have to use

a hollow point and hit them solidly.

A leg is not enough. The rat won’t pause.

Yeep! Yeep! it screams, and scrabbles, three-legged, back

into the trash, and I would feel a little bad

to kill something that wants to live

more savagely than I do, even if

it’s just a rat. My garden’s vanishing.

Perhaps I’ll merely plant more beans, though that

might mean more beautiful and hungry deer.

Who knows?

I’m sorry for the times I’ve driven

home past a black, enormous, twilight ridge.

Crested with mist, it looked like a giant wave

about to break and sweep across the valley,

and in my loneliness and fear I’ve thought,

O let it come and wash the whole world clean.

Forgive me. This is my favorite sin: despair—

whose love I celebrate with wine and prayer.

Our Father, thank you for all the birds and trees,

that nature stuff. I’m grateful for good health,

food, air, some laughs, and all the other things

I’m grateful that I’ve never had to do

without. I have confused myself. I’m glad

there’s not a rattrap large enough for deer.

While at the zoo last week, I sat and wept

when I saw one elephant insert his trunk

into another’s ass, pull out a lump,

and whip it back and forth impatiently

to free the goodies hidden in the lump.

I could have let it mean most anything,

but I was stunned again at just how little

we ask for in our lives. Don’t look! Don’t look!

Two young nuns tried to herd their giggling

schoolkids away. Line up, they called. Let’s go

and watch the monkeys in the monkey house.

I laughed, and got a dirty look. Dear Lord,

we lurch from metaphor to metaphor,

which is—let it be so—a form of praying.

I’m usually asleep by now—the time

for supplication. Requests. As if I’d stayed

up late and called the radio and asked

they play a sentimental song. Embarrassed.

I want a lot of money and a woman.

And, also, I want vanishing cream. You know—

a character like Popeye rubs it on

and disappears. Although you see right through him,

he’s there. He chuckles, stumbles into things,

and smoke that’s clearly visible escapes

from his invisible pipe. It makes me think,

sometimes, of you. What makes me think of me

is the poor jerk who wanders out on air

and then looks down. Below his feet, he sees

eternity, and suddenly his shoes

no longer work on nothingness, and down

he goes. As I fall past, remember me.

- Andrew Hudgins

#hudgins #wall #🖇#like gravity

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reijamira · 18 days ago

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The Heart Killers Episode 8: Castaway and House of Madness (my reaction)

Argh, man, every damn week it’s the same. I, once again, Iost the battle against my “no spoiler” rule. It’s just so hard to wait 10 hours after the episode aired until I’m finally able to watch it. So what were this week’s spoilers?

The bathtub scene: I thought they both go in at the same time, but it looks like Fadel takes a bath and then Style joins him. Style goes for a kiss, but Fadel turns his head to the side; clearly telling Style no.

The car bed scene: Apparently they are in a love hotel or something. lol There is a lady with free lube and condoms. 😂 Fadel touches Style’s chin like he did in Style’s garage when he said there will be bruises if Style plays a dirty game with him. Style really does cry but I didn’t learn WHY. Fadel is fighting hard to comfort Style but decides against it.

Kant and Bison will share lots of kisses that make some beautiful noises.

I’m not sure about the following spoilers because I just had a super quick look at my Xitter timeline and then closed the app immediately: Style feeds Fadel? Two other guys, apparently a couple, stay with Fadel and Style at the country house. There is a marriage? Marriage hints? And Style hugs Fadel and says, “You own my life. take my cars, my body, my heart. take everything” (Gosh, if this is really in the show, BYE, y’all! I’m not going to survive that.)

10 hours of painful waiting and avoiding spoilers are over.

It’s time for me to watch!

My, 1:14 hours. Roughly 5 minutes more than last week. Ty, show! 🙏🫶

Oh, Jeez, 1:27 minutes in, and I’m already giggling at our horny Style and Fadel’s “Seriously? WTF?” expressions.

I love Style helping Fadel find Bison. He is such a sweet talker and actually good with people. Useful skills.

Oh god, the crop top! Style looks incredible in them.

Yes, Fadel, keep lying to yourself. He still is your boyfriend. You didn’t break up with him, technically. 😂

I adore this lady! Lube and condoms on the house. 👍👍

Oh, Kant is already out of the water. Too bad, I wanted to see Bison rescuing him.

Kant’s puppy dog eyes are stronger than usual in this episode! Uh, Bison, the hurt and angry vibe suits you, you feral kitten!

Hahaha, there was only one car bed! I’m really curious about what will make Style cry. That man seems so unfazed by almost everything.

Was that a Sex Pollen reference? 😂

“Fast. Hard. Furious” Lord, and in Thai, it sounds like Style is PURRING. I can’t! Fadel’s incredulous expression! Brilliant! 🤣

Oh, that was slick, Fadel! I didn’t see that coming! Way to handcuff someone.

Man, the way they look at each other. You can’t switch off love at will. I hope Fadel can trust Style again.

Oh, it’s happening! The crying! But…there was no angry shouting that led up to it.

Oh dear me, I somehow speculated it would be about Style’s dad. I thought he was hurt or something. Awww, my heart! He is the sweetest boy! Thinking about his dad’s well-being after Style died and that he will meet his mother in heaven. My goodness, Style is so adorable! Such a sunshine. What a touching scene.

Love how Fadel asks if Style is crying. The hesitation in his voice. He doesn’t like it. Ah no, don’t be so cold. Baby is crying! My, he wants to hug, and he doesn’t want to hug him. Argh! That was an emotional scene. Poor Style! And so different from the way I imagined it. I thought Fadel would do or say something that would make Style cry.

So, Kant spilled the beans (kudos to him for taking the blame all on himself) and told Bison about the blackmailing. And Bison didn’t believe him. Or he doesn’t want to believe him because he is still so hurt and angry. And he is forcing Kant into the ocean again. Right into the arms of his trauma.

Lol, they are so wholly unprepared for this life on the beach. It really feels like BL Castaway.

TOM HANKS mentioned!! 🤣😂

WILSON mentioned as well! And he is calling Bison that. Hahahaha

LOL, I like Kant!

See? Just like with Fadel. All talking big about killing their boyfriends, but when said boyfriends get hurt, they are both worried. Can’t tell me that they are able to kill Style and Kant.

Band aid to make it more hygienic. Yeah, sure. Kant has seen right through this act! 🤣

I kind of forgot that Kant didn’t know Bison’s parents were murdered.

Black suits Style. Him wearing black. Does it mean he is still sad?

Hahaha, that Harry Potter reference took me out! That “psch” sound and the flourish with an imaginary wand. 😂😂 Perfect!

Style pushed that Jeep (or what’s it called) with Fadel inside all that way? Thing surely weighs two tons. 😂

l can’t with Fadel and Style. They are like an old married couple. lol, shutting Style up with food. 😂

Ahhhhh, that quote from the spoilers I saw. “You own my life. Take my cars, my body, my heart. Take everything.”

So, no hug, but still a beautiful thing to say! And Fadel got the message.

I take it back. Bison is not unprepared for that beach life. He wants to punish Kant and make him grovel.

I feel for Kant. But I also can understand Bison. Man, the puppy dog eyes again. Can’t stay mad at someone with such lovely eyes.

Oh shit. He says the safe word! 😭😭😭 I can’t see these men crying! 😢

Style being afraid of his little horror movie scenario. 😂 Cannibals. 😂🤣

What is this? These guys? The couple! Hahaha, they are hilarious!

They are getting married. But the one guy made the other fall for him and then betrayed him. lol Fadel’s side glance at Style. 😂

What is this? lol There is a wedding? 😂 Style marries them? Oh my lord! Please, that is the second time marriage is mentioned on this show. Let Fadel and Style and Kant and Bison get married, too!

Oh loooooordddd, the way Popcorn jumps the other guy (Baby?), making him almost drop to his knees, and he had to lean them against a wall for support. I’m wheezing! 😂😂😂😂😭😭🤣🤣🤣 Give me that daddy BL already! 😄😍🥰

Love the way Fadel looks. It’s clear he would like that, too. Marriage, that is. Oh, look what we have here, Fadel smiling. 🫠🫠🫠🫠

Mother is soooo cold and manipulative! I hope she doesn’t hurt our boys! 😭🙏 Keen, get the hell out of there and take your boyfriend with you.

Nooooo, Kant! You don’t deserve to die! You were blackmailed. That makes a difference. Gosh, Kant’s eyes kill me. So much sadness and honesty. Bison kills me, too. Such anger and pain. All he wants is to be loved. Then Kant’s heartfelt confession and OJFC Bison just crumbles and breaks down. That trembling chin…god! The “you’re not fooling me again?“ 😭😭😭😭 Awwwww, that kiss, with the salty tears and all. I’m crying with them! 😭😭😭 Bison is so hurt. His breakdown feels so raw. Beautiful, touching scene!

Okay, back to Fadel and Style. Haha, so, that is how Style came to feed Fadel..😍 Ah, Popcorn’s husband is called Jimmy.

Oh, la la, Fadel is getting worked up. 💀💀

I love Jimmy and Popcorn! This side story is so crazy but I LOVE it lots! 😂🤣

Oh no, Fadel really gives Style a hard time. I know he has been betrayed before. I hope he can forgive Style somehow. I need them to reconcile. They deserve happiness.

Awwww, Style, you are such a sweetheart, really! 😍🤩🫠

That embrace while dancing. Last time they did that, it was so heartbreaking. Now, there is hope. I love it.

Uh oh! Whoa! Wait! Popcorn?! What are you doing??

Uh, so, no Cannibals then. But a murderer couple? lol 😂

Fadel can take the sling off? Wasn’t his arm broken? Has it already healed after two days?

There it is: bathtub scene!

NOOOO, a cut!

But, oh, such a sweet scene! There are the kissing noises. 🫠🫠🫠😍

I love that Kant decides to live his life for his own goals once Babe has graduated. 👍 So romantic and soft. I’m happy for them.

Back to the bathtub scene: Fadel looks so good here! Yes, then don’t argue anymore! 👍

Love the talk! And the footsie nipple teasing. Style seems to have a liking for Fadel’s nipples. 🫠

“I never fell for you.” No one has ever lied as blatantly as Fadel! And they both know it! Who are you kidding, Fadel? Yes, Style, call him out on that.

Wonderful scene with Style kissing Fadel’s hurt arm. And such a powerful moment when Fadel just evades the kiss by turning his head. No words needed. Love that Style has a new challenge: make Fadel kiss him again before he dies.

Well, this was another amazing, gorgeous episode! I LOVE this show so much! Now I want a scene where Style protects Fadel with his body! We know Style will get hurt on his arm. I need Fadel to see just how serious Style is.

Preview for episode 9:

There is the Fadel protecting Style scene! Yay!!!!

And Style’s arm is injured! Fadel has to help him walk. What happened? And what happens with Fadel and Style in the water? How should Style prove to Fadel that he really likes him? That guy says and does the sweetest things already! I need to know right now! Dammit! Not another 7 days of painful waiting!! Nooooo! I can’t do this anymore. It’s torture. 💀😱😭

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