#QUICK!!! CALL HIM AN IDIOT A FEW TIMES BEFORE HE CATCHES ONTO YOU!!

[hyewka]

boyfriend | c.bg

summary; choi beomgyu is a name that means different things to different people. to you, he's the pest that you can't quite get rid of. he's always around to bother you, embarrass you, all of the above. unfortunately his hatred for you ends up ruining your chances with his best friend, choi soobin. and now all the years of effort you've spent tolerating him dissipates.

you've had enough of his bitchy attitude.

warnings; sub!beomgyu, harddom!reader, degradation like this is mean (as i can get with beomgyu) lol, slight mommy kink, overstim, dacryphilia, nipple play (m receiving), titty sucking, bed humping, attention whore gyu + praise kink, dumbification ?

w.c; 4.3k

a/n; the god of titles..am i right (note sarcasm) this originally had more plot but it took too long to edit so i kept this simple, straight to the action 😭

When you were on your way to the address Soobin had suggested to hangout at, you felt giddy all over. You met the boy a few weeks ago yet you’ve grown attached to him rather quickly—he was a gentleman if you ever knew one.

Though, he did end up ghosting you for a few days. But hey, he just invited you over to his flat! Maybe all those days of him going completely ghost had just been a tactic to keep you on your toes, in which case, he succeeded. Or maybe he was just busy. At least with that thought process, you wouldn’t feel like an idiot for getting so clingy over him. 

And this time, it isn’t under the pretense of a stupid school project either, but an actual, official, one on one hang with Soobin.

The smile on your face as you knock on the door couldn't be any larger even as you internally scold yourself, attempting to fight the way your body naturally responds to the thought of the guy who's been plaguing your thoughts for weeks now. 

He was just too darn cute, everything about him to you was pure, and you couldn’t help but want to bask in the shine he radiates. It really couldn't be helped—the wait on Soobin opening his door being spent on quickly looking over your reflection for the umpteenth time through your phone screen, in hopes of tidying yourself even more.

When it opens though, your smile is with no sort of extraneous effort, wiped, faster than a lightning bolt as you narrow your eyes, a million questions popping in your head.

Before you could say something, the boy in front of you is the one who scoffs, just as surprised at seeing you at his doorstep. "Why are you here?"

You blink twice, then thrice, trying to understand why the hell he— Beomgyu was here. It doesn’t make sense—well, until it did. 

Beomgyu was Soobin’s other half, best friend they call it. It was like the gods purposefully wanted to torture you—they didn’t even make sense together!

Unfortunately for you, you’ve known Beomgyu for an estimate of at least two years so you’ve grown to know what he was like. Beomgyu was this annoying brat who had nothing good to say, Soobin…the complete opposite. He was a romantic, a sweetheart—

This—this was supposed to be a date! 

“I should be asking you that…” through the sharpness of your tone, it was obvious you detested the boy—but you still stood there, with no sign of hatred, your face completely neutral. Which you know pisses him off as his upper lip twitches—he hates you don’t give him the satisfaction of a frown and you know it. 

That’s off your mind rather quickly due to your quick disinterest in his response, trying to get a glimpse of the apartment with the little crack Beomgyu's body had given you access to, your neck craning to look for the boy you came here for in the first place. Unfortunately, Beomgyu obstructs your view, catching onto what you were doing, arms pressing on the doorframe as he clicks his tongue at you, as if to mockingly disapprove of your actions. 

See? He was such a little bitch! He even had the audacity to wear a large grin, as if he just succeeded in his master evil plan.

Still, you push your annoyance down, already exasperated that you had to exchange two interactions with him. “Where’s Soobin?”

“Where’re your pants?” he retorts—a little too proud of his comeback. Your eyes quickly look down at your outfit, which, god how embarrassing. If this wasn’t the date you thought it was going to be, the dress you’re wearing would look absolutely ridiculous.

“Can you—ugh, can you just tell me if Soobin’s here?”

Beomgyu opens his mouth to say something until the person you’ve been meaning to see shows up behind him. Soobin. Again, it’s like you’re under a spell as your eyes turn into one with sparkles in them as if you’ve just been graced by an angel.

You wave your hand at him meekly, your mood taking a complete one eighty. Beomgyu catches that, his smirk faltering, immediately turning behind. You guess he didn’t notice the older boy’s presence.

Soobin’s smile widened at the recognition of you, the darned dimples you loved so much making show. "You made it!"

He ushers Beomgyu to make way for you—the boy rolling his eyes before practically stomping off inside the flat. Beomgyu had issues, and you weren’t going to be the one to unpack them.

You focus on slipping your shoes off until Soobin’s honey-like voice halts your movement temporarily, your smile freezing. “I thought we could game, you know, to get closer as friends. Beomgyu already set it up and everything!” 

His excitement is evident in his tone and god, you want to facepalm yourself—of course. This wasn't a date. He said ‘as friends’, as friends! You weren’t going to huddle up in his bed watching movies, no, you were going to game. You sigh, looking up to give him a smile as if you approve. 

But you don’t. It’s not even one of those moments where you’d realize spending time with someone you like is what ‘truly matters’. 

Because it’s a lot worse than you imagined. First, Beomgyu didn’t only set up the game for you and Soobin, he was joining you and Soobin. Which, great, can it get any less romantic? Second, Beomgyu situated himself conveniently between you and Soobin—so, yes, it can get a lot less romantic. Third, the majority of the time, you sat trying to tug down your short dress, truly a less than fitting dress for an occasion like…this. Due to that, your already lacking gaming skills are affected, which then creates the perfect opportunity for Beomgyu to berate you. How fun.

Under the stress of the game, you reacted pretty negatively to his yelling, your anger bubbling up. Finally, Beomgyu snapped, demanding you to get off the game. You’d agree under normal circumstances but he was pissing you off, so you’re stubborn, not exiting the lobby. 

“Y/N, come on, please?” You almost gasp, looking at Soobin with offense but he doesn’t budge, urging you with his eyes to quit. He’s supposed to be on your side! 

You couldn’t stand this any longer. You throw the controller, which earns another yell from Beomgyu but you don’t care to process it as you pick up your purse, heading out. 

What a bust.

“Baby—Y/N, what’s up with you?” Soobin’s voice is exasperated, hand on your wrist in an attempt to stop you from reaching out to the door knob. You turn around to face him. Fuck, you couldn’t believe him! He can’t be this oblivious can he? “What’s up with me? What’s up with me?” 

“What’s up with you? You ghosted me for four days straight. No calls, no texts. You ignore all my attempts at communication, practically telling me that you don’t want to talk to me anymore then suddenly, lo and behold, you invite me over to your apartment?”

He gulps, eyes fluttering down to the floor. “I-it’s not—”

You interrupt him. “But, what, as friends? I don't get it. Do you not like me or something?" You aren’t typically the type to cry over getting rejected, but it sure as hell felt like you would break at any moment right now—even if he just hesitates for a few seconds. You feel stupid, for liking him so much.

Soobin looks up at you with wide eyes, shaking his head. "No—no it's not that!"

It’s like a switch, how your heart soars from the floor that it metaphorically dropped to. He didn’t not like you. You don't even think to ask more questions on his reasons for treating you like shit and completely dodging your calls after you finished the project—love is blind they say. "Do you like me?" Your voice is small, eyes glinting with a tinge of hope as you study his movement.

Fortunately, it’s not hard to gauge what he means when he nods. 

It was enough for you to smile, pulling him into your body, your back hitting the wall of the narrow hallway, reaching to pull him in a kiss by his nape. You liked this about Soobin, you didn't have to question anything about him because he seemed too innocent. He immediately reciprocated, lips as soft as you imagined, a strawberry lip balm you hadn’t noticed he put on leaving a sweet taste.

Before it could turn into anything more, Soobin subtly pulls away from you, and you can’t control the way your eyes flutter open in the confusion when you pick up on what he’s muttering. “We can’t…fuck, I can’t do this.”

You raise a brow, and suddenly he’s completely detached from your hold, large empty space between the two of you. “Y/N, I…I can’t do this to him—” Your confusion gets worse as you try to keep up—who was him? Unfortunately, you don’t get questions in as Soobin rambles to no end.

“I like you, I really really do but…he’s my best friend! And—and I just can’t go behind his back like this. You’re his girl and…and I should—I’m gonna go…” 

“Soobin…wait—huh?” You try to gather your thoughts as fast as you can to respond but Soobin slips on his shoes, dismissive of you and is already out the door—you couldn’t even ask where the hell he was going, he just leaves.

“You’re still here?” you turn your head at the voice, seeing Beomgyu with the controller in his hand. “Where’s Soobin?” 

You narrow your eyes at the lanky boy, his hair messy, cheap clip-on piercings on his ear..your brain working wires and…it clicks. Soobin’s best friend? Beomgyu. His girl? You weren’t dating anyone, most people knew you were fucking around with Soobin—so, someone lied to him. Lied to him about you dating Beomgyu… of all people.

You sneer, not believing the conclusion you’re about to get to. You walk towards him in strides and he looks at you with wide eyes, stumbling back a little. Accusatorily, your finger pokes at his chest with your first claim. “Are you fucking insane?” 

He’s quick to swat your hand off him, brows furrowed. “The hell? Are you?” 

You can’t help but scoff. Normally, you’d never jump to conclusions in respect to letting the alleged guilty plead their case, but with Beomgyu? You knew how he was—he’d do anything to make you miserable. This wasn’t too far out of his alley. You thought his fixation on annoying the shit out of you was silly at first and you could’ve cared less to respond back, but now? To hell with that!

You poke at his chest again, his feet going backwards the more you push. “Beomgyu, you know what you did.” you seethe, “You told Soobin that we’re fucking… dating? Dating!” A thud sound is the only thing you hear, the controller he was holding dropping on the floor.

His face pales almost comically, eyes widening as his lips parted like he couldn’t believe you found out. Could he be any more obvious? You push him again with your finger pointed at his shoulder, with a lot more force. “What? Did you think your stupid lie wouldn’t find its way back to me?”

“I—I didn’t do that. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You were already fuming, but with his weak denial, you’re sure smoke was cartoonishly seeping out of your ears.

You scoff, turning your head away from the boy for a second to keep your cool. “Don’t piss me off.” your voice low had Beomgyu pathetically cowering rather quickly—it felt like any minute and he’d cry. You take a deep breath in, dropping your hand to your side. “I’ve done absolutely nothing to you Beomgyu. Nothing, nothing! So what’s your reason, huh? For hating me so much?”

His eyes widened once more. “I don’t!” he sputters. “I don’t hate …you. I don’t hate you.”

You furrow your eyebrows, was he fucking with you again? 

“That doesn’t make sense!” you yell, and he flinches, “Are you even hearing yourself? Why else would you spend so much time making fun of me, annoying the fuck out of me, and–and…” The crease of your forehead flatten out slowly as you realize what was happening.

No way. There’s no way.

You corner him, his back hitting a door, eyes down as he feels yours pierce him. "Do you… like me?” it’s the second time you have asked the question today, yet they couldn’t be any more of a difference in tone.

You feel your stomach churn when he doesn’t say anything—not denying anything, still unable to hold eye contact.

“You’re—you’re such a fucking loser!” you yell, throwing your hands up. His face falters, hurt evident on his face. You just want to rip his hair out, he had no right to feel hurt! He was a manchild, still believing that pulling on a girl's ponytail showed that he liked her. "So what? You planned to tell every guy approaching me that you were my boyfriend? Because you were too much of a pussy to make a move?"

Heat rushed to his cheeks, adamantly shaking his head. “No! No I wouldn’t! Even if I made a move you…you would’ve ignored me and, and I—”

“How long have you liked me?" you interrupt his ramble, saying it softly, barely hearable, though the tone of your voice is one of disgust, humiliating to the boy.

"F-for a while! You would've noticed if you weren't so… dumb." he mumbles the last part, still not being man enough to look you in the eye. You’re intrigued that he could still muster up an insult hurled towards you. Fucking bitch.

Suddenly an ugly feeling erupts in your chest—revenge. Make him feel the humiliation you suppressed every time he played a prank on you, talked down on you…

You look down at the boy’s crotch and he noticeably gets flustered, hands going discreetly over his clothed dick. “What are you l-looking at?!” 

Your lips curl before you close the small distance between the two of you, your breasts purposefully pressed against him as you whisper in his ear. “Bet you jerk off this stupid dick of yours thinking about me, fucking whore.”

“N-no…” he says unconvincingly. 

You could feel his breath on your neck—hot and heavy, which spurs you on, slowly moving his hand out of the way for you, after slight resistance, he pathetically lets you. You promptly grab his dick through the restraints of fabric, and he gasps, a whimper following shortly after when you start to slowly palm him. The moment you feel the bulge growing his pants, you halt your movement, removing your hand from his crotch all together. He lets out a strained whimper, hand blindly looking for yours to put it on his clothed dick again, but you cut it short with another whisper, “Show me.”

“H-huh?” he breathes out, still lost on the brief handjob he got from you. You pull your head away from the side of his, facing him, “Show me how you fuck yourself thinking of me."

Beomgyu’s eyes shoot open, processing what you just asked of him.

You reach for the doorknob to the side of Beomgyu and push open the door, to your luck, it was a bedroom. You casually go inside, leaving a frozen Beomgyu in the hallway before he finally follows behind. 

“I’m—I’m not going to do that.” 

You plop down on the singular cushion chair in front of the bed, “Sure you are.” 

“You like me so much don’t you? Or was that just a front?”

It’s funny how quick he is to shake his head, denying your claim. “I do like you!”

You cross your leg over the other, signaling your hand to the bed in front of you. “Go on then, prove it to me.” you can’t help but sneer. Though you would never admit it, your excitement was over the roof.

You like this, you like seeing him so small under your gaze, walking over to his bed with his head down—fringe going over his eyes. It was a sight to see, the boy who’s been nothing but a nuisance to you following your every order like a dog under the mercy of his owner.

“I don’t have all day Beomgyu. I have an exam to study for tonight.”

He’s been sitting on the bed, very hesitant to do anything and it was ruining your mood. “Soobin would’ve been faster.” you mutter, and he catches that, immediately standing up to pull his sweats down to his knees, his boner outlined on his boxers. You’re satisfied, his face already red.

You watch intently, every move, as his poor dick is finally pulled out from the restriction of his underwear. You don’t even get a good look until Beomgyu’s laying on his tummy, raising his hips slightly until it falls again—then again, his pace fastening as he feverishly rutted onto the bed, his cute muffled whimpers against the sheets filling the room.

“Oh my god,”  you clasp a hand over your mouth in an attempt to hide your amusement, “You hump your bed?”

“S-shut up…” he barely says it over his cries, teeth biting down on his lips.

You pout mockingly. “What if I don’t wanna?”

He looks at you through his tear-stained lashes, hips still moving against his bed, “G-gonna fuck you—” your expression turns grim waiting for him to finish his sentence, “Like a bitch.” 

The audacity of the trembling grin on his face is enough reason for you to reach for your phone from your purse. “What are you doing?” 

You don’t care to respond, pressing the red button—three, two, one, and record. What? You weren’t going to do anything with it, you just wanted to tease him a little bit, get him to feel a little too much shame to bite back.

He seems to catch on to what you were doing pretty quickly, it’s not like you were discreet about it— holding your phone horizontally in front of your face. “Beomie, don’t you feel disgusting for liking your best friend’s crush?” you narrate loud enough for the recording, and he only whimpers, burying his face into the sheets of the bed.

You're surprised he responds. “I l-liked you first—hnng–” his voice is muffled, barely understood through his moans.

“Oh really? Too bad I only fuck good boys like Soobin and not misbehaving ones like Beomie…” you taunt.

“No, no, no!” he cries out, shaking his head uncontrollably, tears staining his cheeks, “Am gonna be a good boy, gonna be a good boy I—” he chokes momentarily on his incoherent sob, hiccuping as hips don’t relent, moving on their own, “I promise, I promise.”

 You stand up from the chair, slowly nearing his feverish figure. 

You’re grateful you decided to get closer, everything was in a lot more detail, his restrained moans magnified to your ears. “Is the little pup crying?” you mock again, making sure to push your phone’s camera in front of his teary face. Which gets the waterfall to run down even faster, he was so so humiliated. 

You grab his hair with one hand and he cries out when you forcefully pull his head back—at least to get a better view. “Pup is drooling so much, aw…” 

He was—light trickles of saliva were seeping from the corner of his lips down to under his cheek. “God, you get like this when thinking of my pussy? Guess I’d have to give it to you huh…"

You almost laugh when he moves his head on his own, nodding profusely like a dumb bitch. “Pathetic.” You let go of his sweaty hair almost in disgust, his head falling onto the mattress with a final exasperated whine, his hips slowing—finally crashing down. 

You tilt your head curiously, before rolling your eyes and taking it upon yourself to turn over his limp body, getting his fucked-out face on camera, and another treat—his dick. White semen was spurting out the poor swollen cock of his, staining his shirt. It was a cute sight, almost too cute you decided that you might actually look over this video back at your dorm.

You gently raise his shirt up to his chest, which was rising then falling, trying to catch his breath. You almost coo at the reveal of his pink nubs, pouting. “Aw, look. Beomie’s nipples are sensitive.” You rub one nipple with your fingertip, getting the boy to flutter his wet lashes open, letting out a sigh of pleasure, his body getting worked up once more. 

It’s a shame you have to turn off your phone, tossing it to the side of the bed, but it was restraining you, the loss of capturing Beomgyu’s moans for a longer period doesn’t linger.

“You like this?” you say, pinching his nipples and he gasps, mouth hanging open, throwing his arms over his forehead as he nods. “Yeah? Wanna see your face.” He shakes his head, and you twist. A shriek comes from him this time, hand still covering half his face.

You click your tongue, disapproval of his noncompliance, and shove your thumb in his watering mouth. Pressing down on his tongue, you meant for it to be a punishment, but like a pervert, he starts sucking on it. You’d never say this to anyone aloud, you’d never admit how you felt your panties uncomfortably sticking to your pussy at the sight of him drooling over your thumb, sucking so earnestly. 

Fortunately, the thumb gets his arms off his face, as his hand reach down. Your eyes trail, and widen seeing that he was jerking off. 

“You're such a whore. Acting all high and mighty but you get off from sucking a thumb?” you mutter lowly, hand still playing with his bud. He shakes his head dumbly, his words muffled and slurred as he tries to rebut. You don’t let him, pressing down his throat, making him gag, tears gathering up in his eyes again.

You pull your thumb out which is now wet with his spit. Your upper lip quirks up at the warmth. “Ugh, disgusting.” you whine, wiping your thumb on the boy's face. It was his spit anyway.

He squirms, still rapidly going up and down on his length as his glossy eyes fixed on yours. His lips tremble before he stutters out, “Am I—am I doing good for y-you?"

Beomgyu was adorable when he chased after your approval, so you couldn’t help but throw him a bone to feed off of. You part his hair, the ones sticking to forehead because of sweat, giving him a small nod. “Doing so good Beomie,” you purr.

That sets him off, his pace quickening. “C-cumming, cumming—” he blabbers, mind hazed as strained moans pour out his mouth, his dick slapping his tummy, coating it with his cum.

You take a quick second to rake your eyes over the boy's state until you conclude the end— the fun is over. Awe. You couldn’t even get yourself off. You reach for your phone, before getting up to the chair you left your purse on. “Clean yourself up. You don't want Soobin finding you like this.” you comment absentmindedly— turning to look at him again is a mistake.

Beomgyu was jerking off his softened dick, for whatever reason. Your eyes widen, panic seeping in your tone. “Beomgyu, what the hell? Stop it! You’re overstimulating yourself!”

He shakes his head, "Want you to call me Beomie." You peer at him, the boy frantically going up and down on his shaft until finally getting his dick hard again, tip swollen red. Poor boy.

His hand rakes up to flick at his nipples, holding eye contact, and you furrow your eyebrows. What was he doing exactly?

It doesn’t take long for you to find out. “W-want you to fuck me, wanna make you feel good.” he slurs, barely breathing through his moans, mouth hung open dumbly.

You could refuse and berate him, you could make fun of him…but truth be told, your pussy sucked into nothingness at the sight of Beomgyu looking like such a mess. “Want me to fuck you?” you ask. Beomgyu is shameless enough to nod profusely. You now know you had to work on your self control because in no time, your panties drop down to the floor, as you waste no time to walk over to Beomgyu and climb on top of him swiftly. Whatever, you could excuse this by saying you were just giving him what he wanted.

Before sinking down on his dick, you spit a few times on your palm, impatiently palming his shaft, coating it with your saliva, earning you a groan from the boy under you. 

You were right about Beomgyu overstimulating himself a little too much because his eyes roll to the back of his head the moment your flush of skin connects. "Can't talk now can you?" you breathe out, fucking yourself with his dick. 

"Hm, you're so pretty like this, using your mouth to shut up," you pull out your breast quickly out of the neckline of your dress, stuffing Beomgyu’s mouth with your nipple. He immediately starts sucking, even as you’re sure he was completely out, "...And suck my tits like a stupid baby."

You gasp when he bites down on your sensitive nipple, and his hips buck forward, your pace getting faster on his dick. Suddenly, you feel his cock pulsate, and warmth shoots up inside of you. 

Well, shit. “Fuck! You stupid pervert, did you just cum inside me? Fuck, so disgusting…” you groan, slapping his bare chest as you yourself attempt to reach your own orgasm, your pussy contracting around his dick.

Finally it crashes down, your chest heaving trying to catch your own breath. You’re a damn second before berating Beomgyu for cumming inside you but he had his eyes half open, mouth separating from your nipple before he gave you a shaky smile—and then just like that, he was out cold.

2nd a/n: lowkey thinking of a part 2 where mc ends up dating soobin but still fucks around with beomgyu from time to time lol just humiliating the fuck out of him bcs hes desperate for some pussy

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[chenfleur]

lowkey

summary. jeonghan's supposed to be on stage in twenty minutes, and he's nowhere to be found.

pairing. idol!jeonghan x makeup artist!y/n ft vernon

genre. fluff, secret relationship

word count. 1.7k

released. 03.26.2023

author's note. feedback is appreciated! this is so funny to me because im pretty sure i can count the number of interactions vernon and jeonghan have had on one hand

masterlist

“Where’s Jeonghan?”

There’s an urgent lilt in the stage director’s voice as it booms around the crowded, high-tension salon space. 

You’d typically roll your eyes. God forbid Yoon Jeonghan stays still for just a second. 

As the notice of his going missing sinks in, the atmosphere becomes frantic. The sound of rustling grows loud and overbearing—people begin to fly around the messy space, trying to organize and give last-minute touches to the rest of the group; a few managers had already walked out the door without a second thought, going to go search.

“That idiot,” you murmur, eyebrows pinched together. 

Jeonghan has always had the tendency to wander. It’s just a product of restlessness, and it's always been a fairly harmless habit, but this space isn’t one that’s familiar like a music show; it's the first stop on the world tour—where the venue is completely foreign to both the members and the staff—and if he doesn’t show up in the next ten or so minutes, it would not end prettily.

Vernon, whose base makeup you were touching up, eyes you curiously. Your movements had faltered considerably upon the director’s shout, going from precise, aggressive beats against his face to uncharacteristically soft, unsynchronized taps.

He watches your unsettled expression with slightly squinted eyes—but he doesn’t say anything, simply averting his gaze to his reflection.

The soft, worried mutters of the other members paired with the worked-up exclamations from the different staff fill your ears until it grows unbearable. You can't take it anymore.

You find yourself only giving Vernon a few more quick taps before muttering a faint “you’re all set”, tossing the beauty sponge haphazardly onto the cluttered countertop. You hear a thoughtful “thank you” come from him before you bolt across the room and out the door.

The lingering uncertainty of Jeonghan's whereabouts must be messing with your senses, because the grey halls feel even more obscure than before—they're seemingly never-ending as you twist and turn around the venue, the only times you stop being to peek down corridors for the silhouette of a person.

Your legs begin to ache from how fast you’re walking, but that pain fades as you finally catch sight of a figure in one of the waiting areas, leaning against the wall next to a vending machine.

“Jeonghan-ssi!” you call out immediately, striding towards him.

The man’s head looks up from his phone screen, warily looking around. Realizing it was you that was coming towards him, he pockets his phone before peeling himself off the wall and going to meet you halfway.

You stop a few steps away from him, eyes scanning over his build as if to check for any accidents. “I’m sorry to disturb you, but everyone is looking for you, you have to be on stage really soon-”

“Y/N,” Jeonghan murmurs, cutting you off. “Y/N, it’s just us. Stop talking like that, you sound so cold.”

Your eyebrows furrow, but when you realize what he was referring to, you grow quiet.

When the two of you got together, you made it clear that you wanted to remain professional. Jeonghan is your coworker, and so, you treat him as such–you keep speaking to him with formalities and interact with him only when necessary, trying your hardest to not drop any sort of indication that you have a more intimate relationship with him.

Even if other people knew about your relationship, you still think you’d like to keep your work and personal life wholly separate. You think it's just more simple that way, and you don’t want to become someone who seems unreliable.

It strikes you that you had been speaking to him formally, and even after realizing it, you don’t know why you still find yourself unable to slip into a more casual persona.

Maybe it’s because he was in his stage outfit, all made up and styled to perfection—or maybe it’s because the setting of a waiting room is one you associate so heavily with work—either way, you find yourself keeping a small distance from him, hands at your sides with the same indifferent, borderline stern expression on your face.

“Come back to the salon, please,” you say sharply before turning away.

Jeonghan winces. He encircles his fingers around your wrist to stop you from walking away any further, the gentleness of his touch contrasting the edge of your tone.

“You're so mean…”

His grip on your wrist makes you turn back around, looking at him with curiosity. Your eyes widen at the sight of an unfamiliar expression painted on Jeonghan’s face—one that’s slightly forlorn.

“Call me Han, or something. Please. I need you to ground me,” he whispers.

He’s laughing—his voice still has the teasing charm that’s always present whenever he speaks—but you can’t help but notice the small amounts of desperation that seep through.

Taking a few steps forward, you’re now much closer to him than before. You remove his fingers from around your wrist, and after a little hesitation, you slowly interlock your fingers together.

Immediately, Jeonghan squeezes your hand tightly, the tension leaving his body as soon as he feels the smoothness of your touch. He brings your interlocked hands up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

You freeze. The idea of PDA in a work setting makes you uneasy—but, you put that aside to focus solely on Jeonghan, because something was clearly bothering him.

“What’s wrong, Han?” you ask, much softer than before.

Jeonghan’s head hangs down as he chuckles meekly. “Nothing. It’s stupid.”

“No, it’s not. Stop downplaying yourself. What’s wrong?”

“I just- I’m nervous, baby.”

The pet name slips out naturally, but you barely register it. “It’s been a really long time since we’ve been on tour, and we’ve never been to this city before… I don’t know if anyone will like my performance? Like-”

“Shhh, Han,” you shush, tentatively stroking your thumb on the top of his hand. 

“It’s fine to be nervous. I’d be surprised if any of you weren’t nervous,” you say jokingly, rolling your eyes. You don’t notice, but Jeonghan's gazing at you with fondness, his lips threatening to quirk up.

“But what’s not fine is for you to think that no one will like your performance. You’re such an incredible performer, Jeonghan," you say, eyes shining. "Maybe even my favourite performer, but you can’t tell Mingyu I said that.”

Jeonghan scoffs dramatically, ripping his hand out of yours and crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Maybe? You’re breaking my heart, Y/N,” he chides.

A melodic laugh bubbles from you, and Jeonghan tries his absolute hardest to not break into a massive smile.

Jeonghan doesn't mind the distant, formal dynamic the two of you have during work. He, too, has an image to maintain and wants to be professional—though he won’t deny that he wishes he could see you like this more often: eyes crinkling in delight as you laugh at his antics. It suits you better than the serious expression you wear when you do his makeup, he thinks.

Jeonghan doesn’t try to stop you when you reach for his hand, taking it in yours again.

“But seriously, you’re great. Listen, they’re all there for you,” you say, looking up at nothing in particular as you listen to the muffled roars of fans singing along to the music videos that play before the concert starts.

Your sincerity is too much for his poor heart, and Jeonghan finds himself grinning widely.

“I suppose they are,” he mutters, making you laugh.

A silence falls over the two of you, before it’s broken by Jeonghan.

“Thank you,” he whispers genuinely. "For always supporting me."

You don’t say anything in return, only giving his hand one final squeeze before detaching yourself from him and beginning to walk away.

Though, you only make it a few steps before you’re frozen in your place. You're looking at something that makes your eyes widen and the wires in your brain snap.

Leaning against the threshold between the waiting area and the hall, arms crossed and a the ghost of a smile on his face, is Vernon. 

Jeonghan comes up behind you and, though he isn’t nearly as stunned as you, blinks in confusion at the sight of his member standing there. 

“Oh, hey man. What are you doing here?” he asks nonchalantly.

The younger shrugs. “You’ve caused quite the riot, hyung. Everyone’s looking for you."

Vernon pushes himself off the doorframe before directing his gaze to you. “So this is why you were so worried about him,” he wonders aloud, an amused glint in his eyes.

Words refuse to come from your lips as your jaw hangs open. All you feel is Jeonghan putting his annoying yet warm hand on your waist, giving it a small, excited squeeze.

“Worried about me, hm?” your boyfriend teases. You don’t even have it in you to shoot back, only turning your head away from him to hide your quickly burning face.

“How long?” Vernon suddenly muses.

“About half a year. You think she hates me yet?” Jeonghan jokes, though his eyes are half-lidded as he affectionately looks down at you.

"Seems like it," Vernon responds, chuckling. "Hey- is this why you sometimes don’t come back to the dorms?”

The younger's eyebrows shoot up as the realization dawns on him, breaking the signature, neutral expression he always wears. He's impressed. "God, we've just been thinking you, like, get drunk and blackout on the road or something."

Jeonghan throws his head back, the sound of his loud laughs ringing through the air. “Yeah. But don’t tell anyone- no one else knows.” 

Vernon whistles lowly, before bringing his hand up to mime sealing his lips and throwing away the key.

Your shock has somewhat subsided, and when you suddenly remember why you were in this situation in the first place, you gasp. “Oh my god, you guys have to go. Now.”

Even as you practically throw him off of you, the smile seemingly can’t be wiped off your boyfriend’s face.

Jeonghan can’t stop thinking about your shining eyes and the shade of red that tinted your cheeks, even as he walks away.

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[sethsclearwater]

Could I request play fighting with Embry, Seth, or Quil? Either one is fine or all three is fine too 😁😝 Just the general fluff and maybe even a little playful angst!

they're such a funny dynamic😭😭

...

"be careful with her you idiot!" embry called as quil got you pinned under him on the creaky wooden floors of emily's home. in your drunk antics, you'd managed to convince quil that you'd have no problem beating him in a wrestling match despite both seth and embry gently telling you otherwise.

you let out a rather loud giggle at your boyfriend's call, dropping your head to the side so you could allow your graze to drift over to him. both embry and seth were sat down on the couch with concerned looks on their faces as they watched you get a smack down from quil.

quil sat up, his curly hair spilling all over as he rolled his eyes at embry, "that's pretty bold coming from the guy who broke her ankle-" he started but was quickly cut off when embry dove off the couch to tackle him back down.

you barely even had a moment to process it before quil was being thrown off of you as him and embry began rolling around on the floor like a bunch of idiots. you'd been out with embry a few months prior and had slipped on your way into the grocery store and broken your ankle - something both seth and quil couldn't seem to let the poor boy live down.

despite all three of them getting along relatively well considering all three of them imprinted on you, seth and quil seemed to enjoy bringing up that it was technically embry's fault that he didn't catch you and stop you from breaking your ankle.

"finally!" seth exclaimed, quickly striding over to you so he could scoop you up in his arms and hug you tightly to his chest, "feels like we haven't had alone time in years!" he added and you giggled, drunkenly smiling up at him as he sat back down on the couch with you in his lap.

embry and quil seemed too lost in their own wrestling match to notice seth sweeping you up, only stopping when quil took it upon himself to feign a lethal injury.

"oh my god-" quil whined, dramatically dropping his head back onto the floor as he placed one hand over his abdomen which was only covered by a thin t-shirt, "you know how mad she'd be if you maimed me too?" he asked, a playful smirk covering his features for only a moment as he glanced back at embry.

embry was quick to wipe it off though, immediately diving back down to jump on top of quil, both of them letting out loud groans when they hit each other a bit harder then embry had anticipated.

you gasped, peeking up at seth who just snuck a quick kiss on your lips before shushing you, "they're fine," he reassured, "just idiots is all," he added, both of you laughing at his comment.

when embry and quil finally realized you weren't on the floor any more, they were quick to sit up and try and find you, both boys rolling their eyes when they realized seth had taken advantage of their antics so he could hold you himself.

"you've got to be kidding me right now," embry groaned, rolling his eyes as he smacked quil's chest before he was getting up. quil didn't seem too inclined to follow embry's lead, only offering you a warm smile from his place down on the floor that had you blushing.

"need my baby to come take care of me," quil whined, both seth and embry rolling their eyes when they saw the way your features immediately softened at his words.

in a non-inebriated state, you'd likely have just ignored him but the alcohol seemed to be working its way into your system and had you suddenly all soft and mushy over the thought of taking care of quil.

"can you stop calling her that? that's so fuckin' weird," embry groaned again, dramatically flopping down onto the couch so he could sit next to you and seth while quil continued feigning an injury.

"like pretty thing is any better," quil shot back before he was turning his attention back to you, smiling when you shyly waved to him, "you want me to come over?" he asked, laughing when both seth and embry groaned at his pick-me nonsense.

quil knew all too well how to handle you in your drunk state, already well aware of just how easily he could have you wrapped around his finger from just a few comments.

you hummed and nodded, smiling even wider when he got up and strode over to you, dramatically squeezing himself between embry and seth so he could touch you.

"oh i missed you so much, you know that?" quil teased while seth allowed you to lay across all three of their laps. you hummed and nodded, smiling as you rested your head in embry's lap.

embry was quick to stroke his fingers through your hair, "missed you," you whispered back to quil, blushing an even darker red when you saw how all three boys were fondly watching you.

quil offered you hip a playful squeeze before he was reaching over seth to grab the remote from the side table, "you wanna put your show on?" seth asked as quil made quick work of getting netflix on.

you hummed and nodded, just happy to be with the three of them.

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[maxybabyy]

Daniel watches on as Max dodges him for the third time today, shimmies away from Daniel’s hands as he hurries to catch up with GP.

Daniel knows Max likes GP better than most people, knows they’ve been together longer than he and Max have. Max will bring it up sometimes when Daniel’s being needy and won’t stop touching him. He will go, “He is of course my race engineer, Daniel. Always I will have to see him more when it is a race weekend, no?”

Daniel will whine, call them work husbands with no love left for their real spouses. The words will taste sour even to his own tongue, but in the moment it will feel better. Max will say as he did once, “If you do not like this, GP being my husband. You can of course change this also, Daniel.”

So Daniel doesn’t call them that anymore, has taken to kiss him silly instead to keep him put.

But Max’s already been in two meetings with GP, and Daniel has barely seen him today, didn’t even get a morning kiss in before they had to leave for the paddock.

GP is picked off by one of the engineers, young and sweet as he works up the nerve to interrupt Max’s latest rant, hands vivid in the air. Daniel is quick to swoop in, bullies Max into a small alcove with his knee pressed against Max’s thigh to keep him in place.

“Daniel? What is this?” He says, wiggles in his hold. “I of course do not have time for this. Rupert wants me to look over the food that he will order, and I have to –“

“You’re a busy boy, Maxy. I know, just,” Daniel says, digs his knee harder into Max when he still hasn’t stopped moving. “Why are you being weird? I’ve barely seen you today, baby, and now you’re trying to do a fucking runner on me.”

“I am not weird,” Max says, crosses his arms over his chest.

Daniel smiles, sweet and soft to keep his lips from twisting. “Annoyed then? Frustrated? Did I do something to piss you off, babe?”

Max keeps looking at him, steady blues as he doesn’t blink. But his chest starts to move, deep, fast breaths that make his tits strain against the polo he always wears. The wind is chilly too, makes the nips peak out. “I am of course not this, annoyed, frustrated,” he says, voice curt.

“But I did do something,” Daniel guesses. “Baby, whatever I did to make you mad, please just tell me and I will –“

He leans in to touch Max’s waist, face close enough to kiss if Max just gave up the last few inches. But instead of leaning in like he always does, Max twists away from him with a glare, “Always I will see you later, Daniel. You can think maybe about how to not be a stupid idiot then.”

Daniel doesn’t know what to say, watches him walk away with his back against the wall.

“’A stupid idiot’? That’s what he called you?” George asks, digs his fork into the leafy greens Daniel had been too weak to order. “And you’re sure you haven’t done anything bad? Did you forget an anniversary perhaps? The cats’ birthdays?”

Daniel shakes his head. Max doesn’t care about shit like that. Sassy had her birthday back in April, and Jimmy will have his turn after the summer break. Siblings, but not twins. “They of course deserve their own birthdays, Daniel,” Max had said, coaxing a small hat onto the head of a patient Jimmy.

“He was fine last night, had a nice dinner. The hotel room is meh, but that’s not my fault, yeah?” Max had been tossing and turning all night, sweaty where he was pressed Daniel’s chest. But he’s dealt with a tired Max before, and this wasn’t it.

George watches him for a moment, eyes sharp as he stabs his fork through a tomato. “Reckon it’s that thing women do sometimes?” He asks, voice unnaturally casual like he knows it’s a shit thing to say.

“What, George?” Daniel says and abandons his spoonful of chickpea curry. The coriander tastes odd on his tongue, and he wonders if maybe they put nuts in it anyway. “What is it that women and Max do sometimes?”

“I don’t – you know that wasn’t.” Geroge breathes out, in, and then out again. “Carmen obviously doesn’t do this, mind you. And I don’t think Max would either, but there are like, these stories on the internet of women getting mad at their boyfriends because they dreamt about them cheating on them.

“Obviously, Max wouldn’t do it either, but.” George shrugs uncomfortably, the corner of his mouth pulled to the side.

And like, but indeed.

Max barely looks at him during dinner, talks about the press conference like Daniel wasn’t there next to him, and doesn’t answer when he asks about going out for drinks tomorrow.

He’s about to storm back into the bedroom, when Daniel says, “Reckon we should talk about this? Or do you want to keep being mad about something I did in your dream?”

The way Max’s head whips back to look at him is confirmation enough, but the deep, scarlet tint to his cheeks makes it all the more obvious.

“Maxy, why didn’t you tell me you had a bad dream? We could have talked about it together, yeah?” He says. He closes the distance between them cautiously, hovers awkwardly at the edge of Max’s personal space until Max nudges their feet together.

“You were of course a very stupid idiot in my dream, so I thought it would be good maybe to have you think about why it is so bad to do,” Max says, and he sounds so sincere it makes his chest feel tight.

“I reckon that’s fair. It did feel like shit though, thinking you were really mad at me, baby,” Daniel tells him. Max opens his arms, and Daniel is quick to fold himself into them, bury his head in the crook of his neck. The scent of their shared cologne is faint under the day’s sweat. “But you have to know I would never do that to you, yeah?”

Max nods against his shoulder, kisses the crown of his head. “I of course know this, Daniel. It would be very stupid to do this, and you would end up dead also,” Max says. He cups Daniel’s cheek, strokes his thumb along the edge of his jaw, and Daniel knows he’s going to get kissed, soft lips against his, but he cannot –

“Like, yeah. Obviously, I would never cheat on you, Maxy,” he says, covers Max’s hand with his own. To keep him in place, to stop him from moving closer, he doesn’t know. “But, killing me because of it is a bit much, don’t you think?”

Max watches him with a frown, head tilted to the side. “Cheat on me? Why would you do this? Daniel, is this what you dream of? We should talk maybe about this more also.”

Daniel digs his fingers into the dip of his waist, wills Max not to step away, “Hey, it’s your fucking dream, babe. I just think we maybe disagree on whether it deserves the death penalty, but it’s all hypothetical, no?”

Max scoffs, “This is a very stupid dream you have, Daniel. In my dream you were stupid also, so there is maybe something to think about.”

“If it wasn’t – Maxy, love of my life, whom I will never cheat on, ever,” Daniel says, kisses him softly. “Why were you mad at me in your dream?”

Max’s eyes sharpen, and the hand on his cheek drops to hold his shoulder, “Because never would you listen to me, Daniel. We were in the apocalypse, and always you were going to get yourself killed! You did not want to stay with the very nice, very big dog that I told to protect you, and you did not want to eat the food I made for us.

“Always, you wanted stupid Scotty to stay with us, when you knew, you knew of course that he was bitten and would try to eat us. And then I will have to kill him, and you will of course be sad. But I have to save us also, Daniel, so you have to stop being so stupid!”

Max looks so fucking worked up about this, chest heaving and red in the face, and Daniel wants to fucking eat him alive. Kisses him instead, takes what he can get.

“You’re gonna protect me in your big, bad dream, Maxy?”

Max huffs, lets himself be led into the bedroom, “I will of course always save you, Daniel. When you are being so very stupid, also.”

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[kodydrs]

The Vice-Admiral’s Daughter - Portgas D. Ace ( I )

➥ the first drinks

a/n: ace is the loml. i love him sm. this is gonna be a multi-part “story” but only like 4 or 5 parts. Hope everyone is having a nice day, and why not reply & reblog or send in a request / ask?

warnings: ace x fem!reader, pirate!ace x fem!reader, fxm, underage drinking, 18!ace, 16!reader, swearing, tension (you decide whether it’s sexual or not) eventual smut, ace likes to call reader “princess”, marine!daughter!reader, not proofread (it’s never proofread), i’m bad at tagging

summary: a series of you and aces “first times”. - ace is a pirate, and you’re a vice-admirals’s daughter. you’re not 100% sure how you came to be together, but now he’s standing at your window on the second floor for the first time.

ib: none

request: yes / no

‘Ace.’ You hissed, seeing your boyfriend trying to quietly open your window. ‘What the fuck are you doing here?’

Portgas D. Ace. More famously known as Fire Fist Ace, is one of the most feared pirates on the Grand Line. With a bounty of $550,000,000 berries, you can’t exactly remember how you’d come to meet him for the first time, but you remember the second time when you found him face down in his food.

‘Ace?’ You called, shaking his limp body. ‘Get up before you choke.’ As if he was taunting you, the man shot up, coughing and spluttering. ‘Idiot.’

You smacked the man’s back, watching in disgust as he spat the food out. With a grimacing face, he brings a hand to his throat and rubs is gently while looking around the room. When the man’s gaze falls on you, his eyes light up.

‘Hey! It’s the Vice Admiral’s daughter! Long time, no see!’

You fold your arms, staring down at the pirate with a raised eyebrow. Ace just smiles and laughs at you. Without a word, you grab him by his hats string and drag him out of the restaurant onto the street.

‘Oi. Oi. Hey. Calm down, girl. I was just trying to have a meal.’

‘A meal where you die via food and a marine catches you? fucking idiot.’

He laughs quietly to himself as you drag him along the road.

‘Oh please. No marine is going to arrest me when I have my trusty Admiral’s daughter by my side.’

‘Vice-Admiral. And I have a name, you know?’ You let go of the string, turning to finally meet him face to face. ‘Plus, just because I’m around doesn’t mean you won’t get caught. I’m fully open to turning you in if you annoy me enough. And you’re a bigger idiot than I thought if you think I won’t.’

‘Yeah, yeah, whatever.’ He replies simply, brushing you off and turning to the nearest tavern.

‘Ace.’ You whine, grabbing both his shoulders. ‘I’m telling you to leave. Leave before we both get into trouble.’ The pirate just grins and ruffles your hair. In defeat, you flip your head to the ground and groans. ‘You’re insufferable.’

He laughs, linking arms and walking into the building.

‘So they say. But no complaints on my behalf.’ You let the older drag you along into the tavern, sitting you down at the bar. ‘2 beers please.’ He says to the bare tender, slapping a few gold coins onto the counter.

You’re quick to put your hands up, denying the offer.

‘Oh no. I don’t drink.’ Ace’s grin widens.

‘Why not? You’re so pretty and young, and you’re telling me you aren’t hitting the bar each night. What harm could it possibly do ya?’ His voice drops an octave, becoming almost seductive sounding. ‘Come on, princess. Let me buy you a drink.’

You looked between him and the bartender, smiling sheepishly at them both.

‘I’ll just get a water, please.’

‘Coming right up.’ The bartender says, working quickly to get you both your drinks.

‘So tell me.’ Ace says, leaning forwards with his forearms against the table. ‘Why doesn’t the Vice-Admiral's daughter drink?’

You smiled to the bartender as he placed your drink down and quickly took a sip.

‘You just answered your own question, fire fist. Vice-Admiral’s daughter. Don’t wanna get myself caught up in all the other drunks shit and give my family a bad rep.’

Ace laughed, taking a large swig of his ale. He looked from his drink, to you, around at the other people, then back to you.

‘But getting caught up in their shit is the most fun, especially when you’re young and without a care in the world.’

‘And if I do have a care in the world?’ You rested your chin on your hand, sighing deeply. ‘I’m not a pirate, Ace. I can’t just do whatever I want.’

His gaze drops and he takes another swig before looking back at you.

‘I’m sorry.’ His voice has lost it’s laughable tone, turning into a more serious one. ‘I didn’t mean to make you feel like you have to explain yourself. Especially not to a pirate.’ He nudged you with a slight grin. ‘How about this then? You drink to your hearts content, and I’ll make sure you don’t get caught up in “the drunks shit”. Sound fun?’

You finish your water and shake your head, eyes brows raising momentarily.

‘Mhm. And what? So you can take advantage of an innocent 16 year old?’ You say it with a fake pout and stare at him with a slight squint, trying to see through the facade he’s put up. He just laughs, looking around again before leaning in close.

‘Now let’s be honest for a second here, miss. I am not that much older than you.’

You blush at the close proximity, but swallow it down.

‘Sure.’

He leans back with a smirk, seeing your pink face.

‘One drink then? Please.’

Your hesitancy shows you’re not completely against the request. You lean back in your chair, running your hand through your hair and then over your face with a low groan.

‘One drink. And that’s it.’

The ravenette laughs quietly and nods.

‘Alright, alright. One drink and no more. You have yourself a deal, princess.’

Ace calls the bartender back and you get yourself an ale. At first you take small sips, but as the night continues, you find yourself taking large gulps. Suddenlyone drink turns into 2, and then 2 turns into about 6, and then you find yourself laughing at things no sober person would laugh at.

Ace watches as you knock back each drink, grinning from ear to ear as your laughs fill the bar. Occasionally he’d join in on your laughs, but he’d up kept his original proposal of staying sober while you got drunk. The sun had long gone down and the moon was shining bright in the night sky.

You were laughing at how a random man’s shadow cast in the moonlight when the fatigue hit you like a freight train. In an instant, you felt your whole body turn to jelly and you began falling.

Ace caught you around the waist and hoisted you up to his shoulder without dropping off his own seat. He keeps talking to you, making sure you’re awake and responsive. Not that you’re actually talking back. More just grumbling.

‘Let’s get you home, shall we?’ He asks, paying for your drinks as he practically carries you out of the tavern and down the main street. ‘Not that I exactly know where that is. Can you give me directions if you’re not too drunk?’

‘I’m not drunk.’ You instantly protest.

‘That’s a no, then.’ He laughs, carrying you into a nearby alleyway. ‘Just wait a second while I think of a way to get you home.’

‘But I’m not drunk.’ You whine, nocturnal to what he’s actually saying. ‘Come on. Let’s go back to the bar. I can have one more drink.’ You push off the pirate, trying your best (and failing) to stand up straight. Ace steps towards, holding your forearm gently to keep you stable on your feet. He looks at your eyes and giggles.

‘You’re so cute when you’re all messed up like this.’

‘I’m not drunk or messed up!’ You shout. He laughs again and leans in closer, eyes drawn to your lips momentarily before returning to your eyes.

‘You are, princess. And regardless of whether you want to admit it or not, you’re completely helpless right now- a perfect combination of hot and vulnerable. It’s a shame I can’t do anything without us getting caught…’

He’s teasing, and being as unserious as they come, but you’re just staring at his lips in your drunk-gaze.

‘I really wanna kiss you right now.’ You blurt out. His eyes widen before diverting from yours, a hint of surprise in his action.

‘Say that when you’re sober, princess.’ Without a further arguing, he lifted you off the ground and over his shoulder.

He carried you back to the tavern and laid you down in one of the booths before going to the bartender.

‘Can you please make sure she gets back to wherever she’s meant to be? I don’t really know her other than drinking buddies so I don’t know where she lives.’

‘Well, sure.’ The bartender laughs, cleaning up the last of the mugs. ‘You sir have been drinking with the Vice-Admiral's daughter. They’ve got big hopes for her. Think she'll be a Vice-Admiral when she’s old enough.’

‘Is that so?’ Ace hummed with a smile. He thanked the bartender and left, leaving you sleeping.

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[bluecollarmcandtf]

Humiliating the Cop

The University Officer at my college is always riding my ass for "bullying." Apparently some wimps went crying to him after I teased them around. Now he's constantly watching me. The dude needs to chill, and I'm gonna make him!

All it'll take is a confrontation with my handy hypnotic pendant. One look at the gem dripping down my neck and his mind will be ripe the picking!

"Yo, Officer!" I call his attention and march right up to the goody-two-shoes. He looks just as high-and-mighty as ever.

"Something going on?" he gives me a disapproving glare, "You causing trouble again?"

"Wouldn't dream of it, big guy," I pull the pendant out of my shirt, "Just wanted to show my favorite piggy something."

He grimaces and opens his mouth, but before he can deliver his comeback, his eyes catch sight of the glowing jewel on my neck. The tension in his body relaxes while his jaw drops open. He looks like a brain dead idiot, but that just means he's ready for some instructions.

I start to explain his new job to him. Things are going to be different around here. This cop's not going to be the high-and-mighty enforcer of justice he used to be, and there's nothing he can do but nod his head dumbly and agree!

A week later I catch sight of the cop carrying a bucket of soapy water down the hall. Some nerd I'm intimidating squeals for his help.

The officer just shakes his head, "Sorry, I'm busy right now. I have to go scrub graffiti off a stall in the men's room."

"That's my art, piggy. You like what I spray painted in there?" I chuckle.

"Oh, it was very well done," he answered quickly, searching my eyes for approval, "I didn't realize it was yours, sir. I'll just leave it alone."

The dweeb I have pinned against the wall is dumbfounded and asks again for some help before I interrupt, "Jesus, tell this kid to just shut up and hand over his lunch."

The cop nods and turns a stern face to my victim, "Son, be quiet and give him what he wants, now."

After handing over his packed meal, the student scurries away. I obviously had the officer wrapped around my mean finger. I used him to help me bully a few other kids throughout the rest of the week. I even had him vandalize the principal's car for me, but I wanted him to fall a little further from grace..

Most of the cafeteria snickered quietly behind the officer's back. I put him in another trance that morning, telling him that his new responsibilities as campus security was to "Mop up the messes before anyone else can."

He spent all day running around the hallways with a mop and bucket. During lunch, I knocked the food out of everyone's hands and enjoyed watching him crawl behind as he struggled to keep up with each new mess.

By the end of the day, a few of the more outgoing football jocks had joined in on teasing the man.

"Yo, officer," the athlete chuckled, as he poured a soda out onto the floor.

"Yes, sir?"

I have him calling everyone 'sir,' now. He's basically lower than everyone on the totem pole now. Even still, I thought he could drop lower...

After a quick discussion with the police chief, I had him fired from the department. Don't worry though! I got him a job as a janitor at the school. He works for free, but at least he's got something to do all day.

Using the hypnotic pendant, I essentially took over his life. I had the police chief hire me in the cop's place. I moved into the man's lovely home, and acquainted myself with his beautiful wife. After, introducing her to my glowing necklace, she quickly realized that I was a million times better than her disgusting husband.

He still sees her every once in awhile when he comes over to clean the place, but he's not allowed to speak to women anymore. She only talks to him when she's criticizing his janitorial capabilities, anyway.

I've got to say that I'm a much better officer than that annoying prick ever was. At least, I have a lot more fun using the uniform than he ever did. Call me sadistic, but I'm still thinking of ways to bring the guy down a peg...

#hypno story #humiliated slave #mind control

[aliceinxreaderhell]

Soap and Soapier

When Simon realized it was way too late. Although thinking it through, there was nothing he would have actually changed at all. He loves both of you it's just, well.

He's dating two Soaps

This was supposed to be short ;)

Ghoap x fem!reader

No smut, but sexual innuendos

You and Soap just have so many similarities. Same love language, the two of you loved cuddling on the couch, never taking your hands off each other and Simon. Melted everytime Simon did any act of service. Both wanted a kiss after everything.

When Simon realized it was way too late. Although thinking it through, there was nothing he would have actually changed at all. He loves both of you it's just, well.

He's dating two Soaps.

Similar maneurisms too. Was more apparent once the three of you moved in. Simon was quick to notice the more you two spent time together both of your flailing arms matched the other.

Simon melted a bit noticing how close you two were. He'd be close to feeling jealousy if yours and Johnny favorite past time was making Simon blush as much as he could.

At first it wasn't even ment to be a game. When the three of you moved in there was a bit of distances from the blonde. It was hard for him moving into a new place and still had a few insecurities of not only having one, but two lovers. You and Johnny let him take his time and ease in, almost like treating him like a feral kitten.

But like a feral kitten you want to house train you have to give them attention and get in their space and pick them up.

You felt worried that too much time had passed, and you didn't want Simon to feel abandoned in the relationship. Teaming up with Johnny, the two of you decided on a movie night.

Placing Simon in the middle of the couch, turning him into the coziest pillow. You played with Johnny's hand resting on Simon's chest, enjoying the presence of your two lovers.

Johnny only sat through 20 minutes of the movie before the comments started. Most of them about how dumb the plot is or how annoying a character is.

"At least he's got a nice ass to look at" Johnny chuckled.

"Yeah," you smirked, "but Simon's ass is better"

You tilted your head up, planting a quick kiss below Simon's jaw. Definitely noticing his ears growing pink.

"His arms aren't as good as our boy's eh?" Johnny said, catching onto your brattyness right away.

"Or thighs" your hand started to travel up and down his torso.

Simon, let the two of you go back and forth for a bit, filling his ego.

"His cock couldn't be any better-"

With a quick "bloody hell," he ripped both your hands away from his waistband of his sweats and pulled the two of you into the bedroom.

After that night, it became a challenge to see how fast you two could get Simon to blush. And full face red, not his cute little pink ears.

Johnny's favorite way was waking up to you still alseep up against him. But Simon still awake. Since being in the military, both of the, by habit, wake up 0500 sharp. Johnny used to hate being on leave and waking up that early, he just wanted to get a proper sleep without his body screaming at him to wake up. But now he loves it, it's time he gets alone with Simon but still has you close to know your safe and with them.

So he uses his time wisely and flirts like he'll to make him blush. Until of course, you stir awake.

Which ends the morning very sweaty or him calling you idiots (loveingly) and starting breakfast.

Your favorite way is too, riley, him up. (Haha get it? Rile, Riley, ok I'll see my self out)

It always starts with small touches, telling him how good he looks and how his body wash smells good.

It would always end with you leaning over the couch, wrapping your arms around his neck and whispering how thankful you are about the cabinet he fixed or that he remembered to buy more of your favorite snacks. Slowly kissing his neck, a nibbling on his earlobe.

Then walking away.

The two of you would know who won that day by who got punished the worst at night.

Simon would never admit to it but he loves the attention his two idiots give him.

~

THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SO MUCH SHORTER, I HAD SO MANY THINGS TO DO BUT MY ADHD BRAIN JUST HAD TO FINISH THIS I SWEAR-

No but seriously I love the idea of Simon accidently attracting 1 type of person (brat)

#ghoap x reader #alice can write #cod x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #cod fanfic

[wrenwreads]

hidden treasures

Edmund discovers something new in Narnia. Or is it new? Lucy seems to be just unimpressed.

pairing/s: edmund pevensie x fem!mage!reader

warnings/other info: reader is implied to be also human but has magical capabilities? edmund a bit of an ignorant (lucy calls him one + an idiot). edmund bumps into reader. usual pevensie sibling banter. the fic itself might be a bit shit too, sorry

genre: fluff, strangers-to-friends

word count: 1,183

a/n: this is just something to get my writing brain working after going missing for ages lol (sorry) i got so so so caught up with my final exams n everyone leaving for uni and skdhkjgasjkdda but i'm better now and have more free time so hopefully i don't abandon you guys again (not gonna promise anything tho) - requests and questions r open!

Edmund remembers the day so vividly.

Susan had just been berating him about his king-ly duties. Almost demanding him to finish them. If Edmund's being honest, he would say she probably was. And he was growing sick — annoyed, actually — at Susan’s constant reminders. And it’s not like he doesn’t even finish them on time. He simply has his own pace.

He was getting close to snapping at his older sister, and from what his brain allows him to remember — snapping at now Queen Susan was worse than Finchley Susan.

So he simply scoffed, standing up from his seat, heading out of the castle — desperate for some fresh air.

With his satchel with him, he decided to walk around town. Greeting Narnians here and there, occasionally stopping by stands to feed his own curiosity. He even remembers picking up another book, one he now keeps on his nightstand to read when he can’t go to bed.

What had been so significant about the day was stumbling onto something — someone, rather — who he swears he had not met before.

“Oh! I sincerely apologise your majesty. I wasn’t looking where I was going. Although, I am in a rush so... I’ll see you around!”

The moment was too quick for Edmund to register. Only a couple moments after did he realise the voice that had just spoken to him. Accent almost too familiar to just be Narnian. He whipped his head around, watching as the same person rushes through the busy workings of the town, impressively dodging obstacles along their way.

Now on present day, his attempts at convincing his siblings that there is a new citizen in town are going nowhere. Peter seems to have just started ignoring him, Susan the same, and Lucy… Lucy is just unimpressed.

“Have you really just met the healing mage, Ed? Really?”

“I swear Lu she’s— wait, healing mage?”

Lucy sighs, looking at Susan for back up. The older girl only shrugs, leaving her to herself and when she looked at Peter, the man was already chuckling.

Edmund observes the exchange happening before him, confusion clouding his mind.

“Can someone just catch me up on what’s going on? Please?” he practically begs.

“That’s Y/N you’re talking about, you ignorant idiot. And she’s not new. She moved here — appeared rather, a few months ago when you were out for diplomacy. I guess you really just haven’t bumped into her before.”

“What do you mean appeared? Is she a daughter of Eve to—”

“I think that’s a question for you to ask her Edmund. It seems you have been ignoring the sole person keeping Narnians healthy.”

The next day, Edmund woke up early to deliver a basket of herbs. It was meant to be Lucy’s job, one that she personally does every week and the same job Edmund questioned but never asked about. Well, now he’s about to get his answers and Lucy argues it’s an excuse for him to finally meet the mage.

He follows the path with white lilies per Lucy’s instructions.

“Y/N loves lilies, especially white ones.” She had added.

As soon as he felt that he was getting lost, a small cottage appears just a few more lilies away.

He had to pause in his step. It was quaint, the cottage looking like it was out of a fairy-tale the way nature surrounded it. Not that Edmund can say that anymore, the way he and his siblings made it to Narnia proved too good to be true at first.

His admiration was cut short when he heard the door swinging open, revealing no one else but the same person he had bumped into the day before. Only this time, Edmund can see her clearly and she is no longer in a rush. He continued watching, his presence seemed to be unknown as Y/N continued fussing around her front garden. Her mouth was moving, seemingly talking to the greenery.

Edmund takes a step forward, slowly making out the words coming out of her mouth as he gets closer.

“Come on Thistle! We haven’t got all day! And Lokas, please tell me that’s not a ruby in your hand?! Oh please, I already told you—”

“Hello!”

The young girl’s erratic dialogue came to a stop. Her body looking like it froze in place as she gawks at Edmund. The creatures below her were no different. Edmund had just realised she was surrounded by not only nature, but creatures alike �� faeries and pixies, gnomes of almost all ages, and pixies.

She blinks. Once. Twice.

Finally gaining her senses back, she straightens herself up and smiles. “Good morning, your majesty! I wasn’t expecting you today.”

Edmund could only smile, raising the basket he still had in his hold. “Neither did I. Unfortunately, Lucy had some emergency duties to run this morning so I offered to do her plant delivery.”

“Oh! That’s very thoughtful of you your majesty, but you shouldn’t have. I would’ve picked it up myself at the castle anyway.”

She had now gotten closer, leaving her front gate open as she accepts the basket from Edmund, a sudden gasp escaping her lips as she does so. “Oh! Where are my manners. I’m Y/N, your majesty. I should’ve done that sooner.”

“Consider us two even. After-all, I am the one here only just hearing about you and your job as the kingdom’s healer.”

Y/N laughs. “And oh, please, just call me Edmund.”

“Is that the king I see again?”

The faery’s question had Y/N looking up from her cauldron, confused. After making sure her current concoction was not going to blow up anytime soon, she pats her hands dry on her apron as she makes her way to the same table where Thistle was currently hovering. Her brows furrow as she makes out Edmund walking towards her cottage.

“It sure is Thistle. I wonder what he’s here for.”

She exits her own home, a smile – although a bit sceptical — forming on her face. Edmund smiles back, walk turning into a slight jog as he gets closer. “I didn’t think you’d be back so soon, Edmund. I hope everything’s alright at the castle.”

Worry replaces her confusion. The only reason a member of the castle, the king rather, would personally pay her a visit would be because something had gone wrong and they needed her help. “Oh! Don’t worry. Everything is well in shape. I was just… bored. Yeah, bored.”

Y/N nods, sensing the growing nervousness of the young king.

“Bored, you say?”

“Yes.”

“And you decided to come here?”

“Yes.”

Is it bad to tease your royal highnesses a bit?

“To my small cottage?”

Surely not.

“Yes…”

“Where you could have easily done, I don’t know — fencing or riding on your horse. You know, like what other kings do?”

“Yes…?”

Her smile turns into a smirk, finding amusement in the way Edmund began questioning his own answers. She chuckles, allowing Edmund to relax — a nervous laugh escaping himself. “I’m only teasing. Would you like to come in, Edmund?”

#edmund pevensie #lucy pevensie #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #the chronicles of narnia x reader #edmund pevensie x reader #edmund pevensie imagine #king edmund the just #narnia x reader #chronicles of narnia x reader #x reader #edmund x reader #pevensie x reader #wrenwritesed

[whatsfourteenupto]

It’s over bloody football that she finally breaks.

She’d gotten Shaun a new one for Christmas, just because. Lord knows he loves the game enough, even if he hasn’t had as much time for the local rec league these last few years. Late in the afternoon, she takes a cuppa out onto the porch for the first moment alone she’s found all day, and finds him and the Doctor playing a pickup game in the yard.

Shaun’s been pretty skilled with a football for as long as she’s known him. He toes it into the air, juggles it about on his feet for a few moments, then passes it off to the Doctor with his heel.

"Alright, just like that. Top of your foot," he says.

The Doctor manages to catch the ball, grinning from ear to ear as he taps it up into the air again. "Here we go! Think I’ve got it!”

"That’s it, Mate!"

They manage to juggle once, twice, before clumsily tossing it back toward Shaun. He receives the pass effortlessly. In a move that would be impressive if she hadn’t seen him fall on his ass a near hundred times trying to learn it, he throws his leg over and twists around, taps the ball into the ground, and kicks it back up.

The Doctor lets out a whoop, mouth wide open in an awed smile. “Blimey! That’s brilliant!”

And suddenly, Donna’s eyes are burning.

After fifteen years of missing something she couldn’t even remember, and even longer wondering if she’d ever have this many people to love her, she’s got her entire family in one place for Christmas. Her best friend and the love of her life are goofing around in the yard as though they’ve known each other for years, not mere months. They don’t have to do that. There’s nothing forcing them to be anything more than cordial, but they’ve begun a great friendship in their own right and she’s so damn grateful for it. For them.

From down on the lawn, Shaun looks up to throw her a dazzling smile. It falters into confusion, and then concern, and then the sort of fond teasing look that she knows means she’s been caught. He nudges the Doctor and nods in her direction. They share a look, and then the Doctor throws an arm around Shaun’s shoulders as they make their way back toward the house.

“All right, Love?” Shaun calls.

She waves her hand at him, trying to blink her eyes dry before they reach her. “Fine, fine,” she says, taking a rushed sip of her tea.

“You know, Shaun, I think we may have made her emotional,” the Doctor says, feigning shock. “I think she may be crying!”

“Oh shut up!” She tries to glare at them, but she can’t keep it up for long. “I’m just happy. I can’t tell you how much it means to me that you two are getting along.”

The Doctor grins and Shaun reaches out to take her hand. “Well, we’ve got a pretty strong cause uniting us,” he points out. “Can’t very well not get on with a bloke who’d do anything for my wife. They’re family!”

Donna laughs again, watery. “Damn right they are.” When she looks back at the Doctor, he’s still smiling goofily. “Oh, stop looking at me like that.” Their only response is to grin even wider, a gleam in their eye that could be mischief, or could very well be tears of their own. She smacks them on the arm. “Stop it!”

But it’s too late.

Instinctively, she tries to reach up and brush away the rogue tears, but Shaun is still holding her free hand. Before she can try another way to hide the evidence, she’s swallowed up in a hug from either side. “Hang on, hang on!” She shouts, turning to quickly set her tea on the patio table. That done, she throws her arms around them both and holds on as tight as she can.

They stay that way until Rose sticks her head out the back door and shouts that dinner is nearly ready. Once they’ve all stepped back again, Donna wipes at her eyes and tries to blink herself back into control. “Idiots.”

“True,” Shaun agrees.

“But you still love us,” the Doctor finishes. She can’t help but laugh as they each press a quick kiss on her cheek before rushing inside to follow the smell Christmas dinner.

“I do,” she sighs after them, shaking her head. “No idea why, but I do.”

#doctor who #fourteenth doctor #donna noble #shaun temple #what’s fourteen up to #Donna loves her idiots #I should have edited this but #I’m tired #I just wanted to get the last of my Christmas with the Nobles thoughts out #merry Christmas to all #and to all a good night

[januaryembrs]

COFFEE SHOP COP | Javier Peña x Younger!Reader

Request: @brekkers-desigirl says - hey i love your work~ i saw that you're taking requests for characters, congratulations by the way<33 and i was wondering if i could have some javier pena fluff? where steve notices that javi is going out a lot and suspects that hes visiting the brothels but in reality hes meeting the reader, who is maybe a university student and cant be seen with javi, so they meet in secret? just like pure fluff please

thank you so much<33 and congrats on almost 1k again!!!

description: Steve is suspicious of Javi when there’s talks of a mole in the embassy. But when he follow him to coffee shop, he’s in for a surprise.

word count: 1.1k

trigger warnings: age gap? Reader is getting a doctorate. Talk of dissection.

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Call it part of the job but Steve Murphy was an observant man. Perhaps he was overly suspicious with the amount of leads going dry as soon as they got close, Carillo had put it in his head that there were talks of a Narco Mole in headquarters, had his head spinning for days after he’d heard the news. But surely not Javi? It couldn’t be Javi.

Javi, who had saved his life more times than he could count, who would give his all for his job and asked nothing in return, who had broken bread with his wife, had watched his baby as if she were his own. It couldn’t be Javi.

But how could he explain his odd behaviour?

Peña had been clocking out on the dot for the past three weeks. Not that he held it against the man, except the two workaholics were known for working long hours past what was on their time cards in the interest of cracking the Narco rats sooner. He was usually given a little excuse of he had to call his father or he wanted to grab coffee on his way home before the shop shut. Even his betta fish needed feeding at a very specific time, that one had Steve frowning at least.

This man was a DEA agent and the best lie he could come up with was about betta fish? If that was the case, Colombia was fucked. But on the day he seemed to have a hankering for coffee the fourth night in a row, Steve had decided enough was enough. Slipping his card into the machine to clock himself out of work not even a whole five minutes after Javi left, he trailed after the man down to the parking lot, being sure to hold back a good few paces. Javi would know if he was being followed.

It wasn’t until he’d followed his truck downtown to a coffee shop that the ridiculous nature of what he was doing hit Steve like, well, Javi’s truck. Of course Javi wouldn’t be the mole, Javi would never. Besides, if the best he could come up with was fish then any real secrets surely would have poured out of him by now. Yet here he was, stalking his own best friend as he waltzed out the side of his truck like a boy on christmas.

He felt like an idiot.

Still unable to admit defeat, he pulled up onto the curb a few spaces down, heading out his car and after the man, ready to catch him in the act. Act of what exactly, though? Purchasing a cappuccino? What a crime.

The suspicion was knocked clear out of him however when he saw Javi walk up to a young woman, glasses perched on her nose. He was floored when he watched Javi cup her jaw gently, their lips meeting in a quick but loving kiss before he took a seat opposite her.

His first thought was she was one of his girls from the brothels, except he was quick to notice the textbooks and papers surrounding her, the way her fingernails were stained with ink. She was young, younger than Javi by a decade at least, but it wasn’t until he read the front of the book he felt at least some reprieve from the shock that must have been written on his face, Forensic Medicine and Toxicology, Higher Edition. Doctorate, she was getting her doctorate in medicine.

Smirking to himself that he’d caught Javi in his best kept secret yet, he returned back to his car to see his wife and daughter early for once.

“Long day, baby?” Javi asked, sipping on the edge of his coffee that had started to go lukewarm, despite him bolting his way over here to see you longer. You tucked your hair behind your ear, dog earring the page in your book you were working on, taking the small, china cup in your own hands.

“Had labs to do all morning, and my professor’s been getting on my ass about references.” You sighed, reaching out to squeeze his free hand with your warm fingertips, “I missed you. How was work?”

Javi’s eyes glistened with softness as he watched you, the paper cuts in between your fingers, hair messed from where you’d brushed it away from your face so often. He seemed to snap out of it when he saw you were waiting for a response, shrugging his shoulders a twitch.

“Still just chasing leads- nothing for you to worry about,” He said, bringing your hand up for a peck on your knuckles. Your face heated, his umber eyes following your smile as it settled between your cheeks, “I missed you too. You got classes tomorrow?”

Nodding, you took another sip of your drink, finishing the cup of black liquid, the only thing getting you through this semester. That and Javi ofcourse.

“Got a double lecture in the morning, and then more practicals mid day I gotta prep for,” You said, packing up your books into your bag.

“Nice Lab assistant or mean one?” He asked, taking your bag strap from you almost immediately. He never let you carry your books where he could help with it, the thought of you dragging them around with you in the day was bad enough as it was but seeing you lug around the five, fist width textbooks made his eyes twitch in upset.

“Thanks, honey,” You said, heading out of the coffee shop towards his truck, the passenger seat reserved for you as far as he was concerned, “Mean one. Though, I don’t think I’ll be much more pleasant considering were gonna be harvesting Liver, Spleen and Urine to test for signs of Arsenic,”

Javi grimaced, opening the door for you, helping you step inside with a little pat on your thigh. Gently putting your bag in your lap, he snuck in a quick kiss to your cheek before he shut the door behind you and headed towards the drivers side.

“What’s that face for?” You giggled, your own hand coming out to rest on his jeaned leg as he pulled out of the parking lot.

“It’s a lot of dirty work, your degree,” He said, though his eyes kept flicking back to you from the road, “Not that I don’t think your capable, I just hate to think of you around so much…”

“Blood?” You helped out, and he nodded back, “Javi, I’m fine. The blood is only like half of what I do anyway, it’s the maths that gets messiest,”

Javi shook his, a wry smile on his face as he grabbed your hand in his own, giving your fingertips another kiss.

“You’d give some of the boys at the station a run for their money, sweetheart,”

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[freshlove-sturn]

HELP ME OUT? PT 5

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chris sturniolo × fem reader

pink- reader

orange- chris

blue- matt

red- marylou and jimmy

summary: chris is falling behind in english. he knows he has to get in grade in check before his big lacrosse game, or else coach will bench him. so what better idea than to reach out to the smart girl who sits in front of him in class? after all, it's just a little help... right?

a/n: spoiling y’all with another fic tonight 😋 i really love this part ngl. hope you all do as well !!

reader pov

it had been a few days since chris and i actually hung out, doing something that wasn’t just studying. today was friday, the day of the lacrosse game i promised chris i would go to.

the last bell rings and i head to my locker.

i hear footsteps behind me and i turn around. it was chris. i smile up at him.

“hey i have something for you. come with me to my locker once you’re done” he says as he catches up to me. now walking next to me. our hands brushing against each other softly. every touch had me falling for the boy even harder.

he has something for me? the thought of this made me smile. i look down at my feet to hide the all too familiar pink flush of my cheeks.

“okay. i just have to grab my bag real quick.” i tell him as we approach my locker.

i quickly put in my combination. getting into my locker had become a much quicker and easier task after chris promised me that those freshmen boys would never be in my way again. whatever he said or did to them worked.

i grabbed my bag and threw it over my shoulder. closing my locker. chris was still standing behind me, waiting patiently. we walked over to his locker. his locker was jammed so he spent no time putting in his combination. he unzipped his book bag and pulled out a jersey.

“here. this is for you to wear to the game tonight.” he hands me the jersey. i take it and smile down at it. unfolding it to get a better look at it.

“don’t you need this?” i question.

“no. this one is for away games. it’s a home game tonight. i just didn’t want you to feel out of place.” he explains. never breaking eye contact with me.

“thanks chris” i smile and fold the jersey back up, putting it into my bag.

“no problem. besides, i want everyone to know who you’re there for.” he smiles cheekily.

my face gets hot and my cheeks are painted what felt like would be a permanent red color.

“what?” i knew what he said. i just couldn’t believe it. i wanted to hear him say it again.

“nothin.” he shrugs. obviously entertained by my flustered state.

“well, i guess i’ll see you tonight then”

“can’t wait”

as we walk our separate ways, i couldn’t help but smile to myself. i couldn’t believe this was happening to me. if you would have told me a month ago that i would be wearing chris sturniolo’s jersey to his lacrosse game i would have called you crazy. but here we are. and i couldn’t be happier.

chris pov

as i walk onto the field, ready to begin warm ups, i look out into the student section bleachers.

there she was.

front row. standing next to my brother, nick, wearing my jersey. this was a sight i could get used to.

she sees me and smiles. i wave at her. she returns the wave and keeps eye contact for a few more seconds before turning and talking to nick. i stare at her for a few more seconds before a hand on my shoulder takes my attention away from her.

“still sticking to that ‘just friends’ story?” matt raises an eyebrow at me.

“we’re just friends.” i shove his hand off of my shoulder.

“right. is that why she’s here at the game, which she’s never came to a single one before, wearing your jersey? and you’re smiling at her like an idiot, even when she’s not even looking?” he teases.

“sounds like you’re jealous” i avoid his question.

he doesn’t say anything back. just gives me that same knowing look that he’s given me anytime she’s been brought up in conversation.

the game starts and i can’t help but feel nervous. i was never nervous. but now y/n was here. the pressure was on. i needed to play well tonight.

i need to play well for her.

the ball gets passed to me. i launch it at the goal. it felt like everything was moving in slow motion as i watched it intently, praying that it would go in.

just as i had hoped, the goalie misses the ball.

the crowd erupts in applause as my teammates give me pats on the back and high fives.

i didn’t care about any of that though. my eyes went directly to y/n.

she was cheering. jumping up and down and clapping. a bright smile across her face.

i point at her and wave. that was my way of letting her know that i was playing for her. she returns the wave and gives me two thumbs up.

it’s the last 5 seconds of the game. i’ve scored 4 goals. more than i’ve ever scored in one game before. we’re tied 18-18. the ball gets passed to me. 3 seconds. i wing the ball at the net.

it goes in.

the buzzer goes off.

my team showers me in various different acts of praise. the crowd is all on their feet cheering and screaming.

the first person i look for?

y/n.

there she was. ecstatic. jumping all over nick and they both cheered. i smiled. i couldn’t even focus on my teammates right now. my attention was all on her. i hadn’t ripped my eyes away from her since the second the buzzer rang through my ears.

i won the game all for her.

after we line up and shake hands with the opposing teams we head back into the locker room.

i get a few compliments on how i played. i thank them and walk out of the locker room. i immediately lock eyes with y/n. she runs up to me and pulls me into a hug.

“that was so awesome chris! you’re amazing. i’m so proud of you!” she looks up at me. her arms still around my neck, mine down around her waist.

“hey don’t give me all the credit. i couldn’t have done it without you.” i smile down at her.

“i didn’t even do anything” she laughs.

“yes you did. you showed up and supported me. you didn’t have to do that” i lift a hand off of her waist and brush her hair that had fallen into her face behind her ear.

“of course i had to chris. i wouldn’t miss it.” she assures me.

“you’re like my good luck charm, ya know that?” i ask her, my eyes locked on hers.

“oh stop it.” she shakes her head and rolls her eyes. she takes her hands from my neck and playfully shoves my chest. i hadn’t realized how long we’ve been just standing here holding each other until i lose contact with her body.

“it’s true. i’ve never played that well before.” i tell her.

before she can answer, my parents walk over.

“chris! that was amazing honey!” my mom pulls me into a tight hug. my dad does the same.

“thanks” i smile.

“who’s this young lady?” my dad gestures to y/n, she smiles sweetly at him.

“this is y/n. she’s been tutoring me.” i tell him

“oh so this is the famous y/n i’ve been hearing about! chris never shuts up about you.“ my dad holds his hand out to shake her hand.

“dad” i slide my hand down my face and shake my head.

y/n giggles and takes my dads hand, shaking it. she looks over at me and smiles.

“nice to meet you.” she says to both my mom and dad.

after what seems like ages of awkward small talk with my parents and y/n, we finally bid our goodbyes. my parents walk off towards the visitors side of the parking lot. matt, y/n, and i walk over to the student side.

“i’ll be there in a second. i’m just gonna say bye to y/n” i tell matt

“alright. don’t take forever.” he tells me.

“i won’t” i wave him off.

i walk with her to her car.

“thanks again for coming tonight. that means a lot.” she leans her back against her car door and smiles up at me.

“of course.” she fidgets with her bracelets.

i step closer to her and take her wrist. rolling one of the beads of her bracelets between my fingers.

“this is pretty. i like it.” i don’t look at her, i just stay staring at the bracelets.

“thanks.” i look back up at her eyes. she was already looking at me.

i watch her eyes drift from my eyes to my lips, then back up again. she bites her bottom lip, the way she would when she was really thinking about something. the way that drove me crazy.

i lean down, our noses brushing against each other. she lets go of her bottom lip. she creeps her lips closer to mine.

the sound of a car horn seizes any further movement. i look behind me. it was matt.

“shit. sorry. he’s impatient” i say embarrassed. her cheeks were bright pink.

“it’s okay. i’ll see you later chris.” she smiles shyly.

“see ya y/n/n” i let go of her wrist and walk off towards the van.

after a whole ride of arguing with matt over patience and privacy, we finally get home.

i go upstairs and get in the shower. as the water rolls down my body, my only thoughts are about y/n.

two times. two times i have almost gotten the privilege to feel what her lips felt like on mine. both times were interrupted and ruined by my brothers.

tonight was a meteor shower. y/n had told me all about how she loved the sky.

this was quite possibly the best idea i’ve ever had in my life.

i’d have the girl i’ve been nonstop thinking about all to myself. no interruptions. no distractions. no matt or nick. just her and one of her favorite things.

as soon as i get out of the shower. i text her.

a/n: i love how this series is coming along ngl. lmk ur thoughts!!

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[maochira]

Are you crying in pain, or are you crying in joy? (big brother!Shidou & younger sibling!reader)

Synopsis: Your brother has never been great at telling what you feel and never knows when it's time to comfort you. Even when you reunite with him during his break from Blue Lock, he doesn't understand the reason for your tears.

Tags: gn!younger sibling!reader, reader is highly sensitive and cries very easily, big brother!Shidou

This is part of my Shidou birthday countdown event!

"I'm home!" Your brother's voice appears out of nowhere. It's so sudden, for a moment you doubt if it's real and think you might be hallucinating. But as soon as Shidou calls out again, you snap back to reality, realizing he's really returned to home.

"Where's my favourite idiot?!" Shidou opens the door to your room without knocking first and immediately jumps on you, who's sitting on the bed, and tackles you down before he starts a tickle attack on you that immediately makes you break out in laughter.

Usually, you'd be used to that. But it's been so long since you've seen your brother, it catches you off guard for a moment. And as soon as you gather yourself, you start tickling him back, turning the situation into a little tickle fight. Shidou isn't actually that ticklish, but you know the back of his neck is his weakness.

"That sure is a way to say hello." Your brother chuckles as he gets up again and looks around your room. "Hasn't changed much. Still looks as shitty as before I left."

"You say that as if your room looks any better." You stick your tongue out to him for a moment, but you're not that much in the mood for teasing right now. Emotions about seeing your brother again are starting to build up on the inside and you already know you're about to break into tears.

Shidou quickly notices your expression softening a little and sits back down on the bed. "So, what did you do while I was gone? Got into any trouble?"

You raise an eyebrow. "Do I look like that?"

"I don't know," Shidou shrugs with a grin, "Maybe you finally turned into a rebel without me around to protect you. Or are you still a sensitive little baby?"

"H-hey!" Although you're protesting against it, Shidou's teasing makes it a bit easier to hold back your crying because it makes you laugh. "I'm not a baby!"

"Of course you are!" Shidou leans a bit towards you and pinches your cheek. "You'll always be my little baby sibling. Always." Even though he's teasing you, there's a slight tone of affection and protection in your brother's voice.

"I'm not even that much younge-"

"I don't care! You're my baby sibling!" Shidou is quick to interrupt you and reaches his other hand towards your face as well, now pinching both of your cheeks. "My little baby sibling who will always need their big brother to protect them."

As the affectionate tone grows a little more prominent, the heavy emotions in you grow at the same time and you keep getting close to just bursting out in tears.

And then, before you even notice it, you're crying. Not just a little. A lot. Tears running down your cheeks uncontrollably.

And that's when Shidou is out of words. 99% of the time he can talk like a waterfall but as soon as you start crying, it's as if his brain can't form a proper sentence anymore. And actually, he can't even properly comprehend why you are crying in the first place.

"I missed you so much..." You pull your big brother into a tight hug and start sobbing onto his shoulder. "So so much..."

"I missed you as well, but uh... why are you crying?" Shidou ruffles your hair gently before wrapping both of his arms around you. "You were laughing just a few moments ago."

"I just got very emotional again..."

While Shidou may not understand why you're crying, he's still concerned about you. He's always a bit helpless when it comes to comforting you, though.

"But like... are you crying in joy, or are you crying in pain?" His embrace tightens a bit when he notices your sobbing doesn't stop yet. It's a bit of a stupid question to ask because you're obviously not crying with a smile on your face. Shidou just doesn't know what else to say.

And also, he just needs to ask to be 100% sure.

"I think... both? Maybe...?" Your answer surprises Shidou a little, but he's glad to know you're not having a breakdown right now. "I just... I missed you so much and I hated being without you..." You continue speaking between your sobbing. "But... I'm also very happy that you're back home."

"Hm..." Shidou pulls you a little closer. "Then I'll make sure you're only crying in joy, alright? We've got two weeks to spend together now! And I'll be with you the entire time, alright?" A slight teasing tone mixes into his voice again. "But right now you can cry as much as you need... Babies cry all the time anyways."

You immediately pull away from the hug. "Hey!" A few tears are still running down your cheeks, but your brother's teasing caught you a bit off guard. "I told you I'm not a baby."

Shidou chuckles and gives your cheek another pinch. "And I told you that you'll always be my little baby sibling, idiot."

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[usedtobecooler]

I have SO many virgin!eddie thots... but definitely face sitting, the reader riding him, sloppy bjs... the list goes on. I would love to see him get more confident and possibly lightly degrade the reader since she came from him calling her a slut? That fic was so important to me 🥹😭❤️ keep up the good work!

no because me too my brain is running at a million miles an hour with ideas!! though i think once eddie got more comfortable around our reader he'd really start being vocal... i feel like it would go a lil something like this.

warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), oral m receiving, dirty talking, degradation, dumbification, bimbofication, crying during sexual acts.

It's only the second time you've ever given Eddie a blowjob, the first time hardly long enough to actually count, considering the second you'd gotten your mouth around him and sucked properly he was cumming down your throat with an embarrassing yelp.

You had told him - in confidence, may you add, - a few days prior that you had enjoyed being degraded in the past. Eddie didn't flush as dark at your filthy words as he once did, but he did still gawp at you all wide eyed and mouth hung open.

You didn't expect him to actually take anything on board that you said, he still stuttered on his breath when you'd talk dirty to him with your cunt in his mouth or your hand squeezing his balls.

Yet here you were, shoved down in the tiny space between the dashboard of your car and the passenger seat on your lunch break, mouth sucking him down wet and hot, when all of the sudden his gravelly voice comes out of nowhere and shocks you.

"Yeah? You like having a mouthful of cock?" Eddie's rambling but his words lack a bit of heat due to the amount of moaning he's doing between talking, fingers harshly gripping and pulling the hair on the crown of your head, "You're such a slut for it, bet you do this for every guy who plays dumb for you."

You moan around Eddie's cock at his words and try to shake your head no, tears pricking at your eyes as your fingers slip deftly under your skirt, palming at your clothed cunt through your panties for some sort of relief. Your eyelids flutter, two fingers rubbing quick circles on your clit through the fabric, shoving forward a little to force more of Eddie's length down your throat, choking and gagging as you go.

"Fuck, you should feel how good it is having your throat close up around me," Eddie's sighing, a whimper escaping when you gag again, sucking him down hotly, "who's the desperate idiot now?"

You whine, slipping Eddie's cock from your mouth in favour of his balls instead, licking and sucking hotly at them whilst your free hand came to wrap around his shaft, tugging him quickly, "Me, I'm the desperate idiot," You admit, the words muffled around your mouthful.

"Putting that dirty mouth to use for me," Eddie coos, looking down at you with wet eyes full of admiration as you slap the head of his dick against your puffy, abused lips, mouthing hotly at it with a small smirk on your face, fingers still rubbing over your cunt fast, "Can't even wait for me to finish and touch you, you're that hot for it."

"M'just your desperate whore, all yours, handsome," You're shuddering against your own hand, licking fat stripes up his cock before sinking back down onto it, hand twisting around the length you can't fit down your throat and sucking and licking hotly to get Eddie to completion.

Eddie falters quickly with how fast you're going, words catching and dying in his throat before he can get them out, "Jesus Christ, fuck, shit," He's moaning loud, fucking his hips up into your mouth wildly and making you choke, "Fuck, make me cum you st-stupid slut,"

You look up, making eye contact and Eddie is a goner. The look of the mixture of tears, sweat and spit on your face has him whining and shoving his hips up harshly, cumming down your throat so hard you gag, struggling to swallow the mouthful he so lovingly gives you.

You continue licking at him slowly whilst his cock softens in your mouth, fingers still working on your cunt. He slips from your mouth eventually and you whine against his bare thigh, biting down and screaming when you eventually cum, legs shaking and eyes wet with tears.

You lie in between Eddie's spread legs for a moment before you eventually speak, "Don't get it twisted, pretty boy. You're still the bitch in this relationship."

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[estrellami-1]

Soft Touch Baby

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10 | Pt 11 | Pt 12 | Pt 13 | Pt 14 | Pt 15 | Pt 16 | Eddie’s POV | Song | ao3

Robin wiggles around excitedly. “I like the sound of this.”

Steve rolls his eyes. Still can’t look her in hers. “I kinda cried all over him, Robs. Literally nothing romantic or suave about that. At all.”

She wiggles again. “Okay, yes, but the emotions! Tell me!”

Steve sighs, but they both know he’d never deny her anything. “He just kinda… held me. And then when I finally pulled back, he didn’t actually stop touching me.” He knows she can see the blush he feels rising on his cheeks. “And, uh. He made me pancakes.”

“Oh my god. Steve. What time was it?”

He’s pretty sure his blush is all the way down to his chest now. “Like three.”

“Steve.” Somehow his name has eight syllables and lasts twelve seconds.

“Yeah. We didn’t finish them all, so I stuck them in the fridge and we went back upstairs. He, uh, followed me into my room.”

Robin grins. “And into your bed?” His lack of reaction is answer enough, and she shuffles excitedly again.

“Then I wake up, and it’s way too early, and I’m really comfortable, and I realize sometime during the night I kinda octopused onto him. And, uh.” He bites his lip again. Takes another bite of ice cream. “He was holding me, too. But I’m an idiot, so I moved, and he woke up, and…” he shakes his head. “He asked if I was awake. God, Robs, his face. Y’know that face someone makes when they wake up and it’s bright so they’re kinda halfway smiling?”

“Yeah?”

“That. So he asked if I was awake, and I shook my head, and he, uh. Pulled me back down. I don’t think I’ve ever fallen asleep faster. Then I actually wake up, later, and he’s playing with my hair and oh my god Robin I want to date him.” He bends over the ice cream. Robin giggles again and pushes him up via a palm to his forehead. “So I remind him we have more pancakes, and we just kinda mess around some-” he catches her look and presses the ice cream carton into her thigh, relishing in her yelp. “Not like that, Robs, Jesus. We’re joking around, and then we get serious, and I’d said earlier how I slept really well, and so just then he says that he slept really well, too, and we kinda made an agreement that if we needed it, or… or something like that, we could call each other. No questions asked.”

“You know this, like, way crosses any sort of platonic line in the sand there once was?”

Steve snorts. “I kinda assumed, yeah. So he left, I dunno, something about the band, and I immediately called you. And now here we are.”

“Here we are,” Robin agrees. “Steve.”

“Robin.”

“I’m really happy for you.”

The blush is back. “Thanks.”

They put in the movie, quoting as much of it as they can. About five minutes in, it turns into an unspoken competition. Steve wins. He’s not sure Robin doesn’t let him.

She leaves with the movie after it finishes, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “See you later?”

“As you wish,” he grins, laughing when she groans.

He turns around after closing the door and sighs. Alone isn’t his favorite thing to be, so he puts in a random cassette as he cleans up.

He doesn’t wait by the phone, doesn’t linger as he’s heading upstairs to go to bed, doesn’t unplug the phone and carry it up to his room. Except in all the ways he does.

The phone doesn’t ring that night. The next morning, Steve very carefully doesn’t feel anything.

A few nights pass before he wakes up gasping again, screwing his eyes shut and pressing the heels of his hands into them. He mutters a curse before sitting up and reaching for the phone.

It rings just as he touches it. He jumps a foot in the air, heart hammering in his chest all over again.

He answers, taking a deep breath as he picks it up. “Hello?” He curses the way his voice shakes, hopes the caller won’t notice.

“Come over?” Eddie’s voice is small.

Steve breathes out in relief. “Yeah. I’ll be right there.”

“I’ll unlock the door.” The line clicks off.

Steve breathes in. Breathes out. Grabs his keys and walks out.

The radio’s playing quietly as he starts his car, and it’s a welcome distraction from his thoughts. He leaves it on, turns it a little louder, taps along to the beat on his steering wheel, nods along. Quietly sings some of the words he halfway knows.

He’s at Eddie’s trailer before he knows it, walking right in like he knows Eddie was hinting at, making just enough noise he won’t startle him.

He’s sitting on the couch, staring at the blank TV, before slowly slotting his eyes over to Steve. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

Pt 11

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[woso-fan13]

13. Pet Allergies

On a rare off day, the team had decided to go shopping. You were now all walking back to the hotel, laden with bags. You had spent hours trying on clothes, but most of the time was spent trying to corral everyone together. You managed to talk everyone into going on the carousel with you and you avoided the look Becky gave you when you got a mall pretzel that is definitely not on the team diet. Now, less than a block from the hotel, everyone was dead on their feet. 

Everyone except for Rose, who takes off running down the sidewalk. People call after her, but she doesn’t break her stride. She is clearly on a mission. And, moments later, she achieves her mission when she drops onto her knees and starts petting a dog who was out for a walk. 

It was an extremely cute dog, a chubby old lab who was breathing heavily with excitement. You quicken your pace, joining Rose on the ground. Several other players gather around to pet the dog. Eventually, the owner steps back and allows the team to fully swarm the dog. He doesn’t seem to mind, soaking up all of the attention that he can get. 

A few minutes later, it’s well past time to be back. Everyone says goodbye to the dog, giving lots of rubs and kisses. After a quick and less personal goodbye to the owner, everyone collects their bags from where they were thrown on the ground. 

“Y/N/N?” you hear someone ask. 

Turning around, you see Rose looking at you questioningly. 

“Yeah?” 

“Are you crying?” 

You quickly rub an arm across your face, your sleeve covered in dog fur. 

“No, no, I just love dogs so much.”

“I mean, I love dogs too, but I’m not crying.”

“I love dogs so much,” you continue, “but I’m so allergic to them. I’m so congested that my sinuses feel like they’re going to pop and my eyes are so itchy.”

“Y/N,” Rose scolds, “are you an idiot? Why did you pet the dog?”

“I loved him,” you defend, allergic tears running down your face, “and he loved me. He would never hurt me.”

Rose nods, throwing an arm loosely around your shoulders. 

“He did love you. How about we go get you some allergy meds, a shower, and some clean clothes?” 

“Those are going to be a must. I’m already breaking out in a rash.”

Rose turns around to the group, raising her voice to be heard. “A quick announcement. This buddy here is allergic to dogs but hasn’t told anyone so she can continue to pet them. I would like to point out that I am not the most dog obsessed on the team. I would also like to point out that we need to pick up the pace a little because she’s breaking out in a full body rash and I can only imagine that it is not cute.” 

She turns back around, linking your hands together. She pulls you towards the doors of the hotel, guiding you towards the elevator. When she sees you start scratching while you’re waiting, she catches Sam’s eye. Nodding towards your hand, Sam gets the message and grabs it. You're effectively trapped between the midfielders in an itchy ball of dog fur. 

The elevator ride is quick and Rose is even quicker to get you into a room. Grabbing clothes out of a luggage, she tosses them to you and shoves you into the bathroom. 

“I don’t want to see you until your eyes are un-swollen enough that you can see me. Capisce?”

You don’t respond verbally, turning the shower on loudly instead. You hear Rose shout a “good girl” through the door to you before you step under the stream. 

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[mslanna]

Three Out of Nine Ain't Bad

Chapter 16 of Be My Guest now up on AO3

In which Tav spoils their own surprise but gets sexy fiend from Raphael as compensation. Also, Mel is too lazy to invent Infernal and just uses German instead. 🤷

Special of the day? Raphael in full battle regalia 👀🥵😳

Tav is flabbergasted at how easy the eavesdropping is. They need nary any cover to be ignored. A book helps as good as a scroll of invisibility. Whatever secrets Haarlep wants they are not being discussed in public though. Tav's limited vocabulary may expand lewdly, but those words never come up at all.

They have an easier time making out parts of Raphael's overall strategy. Since travel between the layers of hell is restricted to specific paths, controlling them takes up a great amount of the invasion work. The lower the hells Raphael conquers are, the more important it is to have trustworthy fiends on the back-end of the operation.

It seems the Crown of Karsus is guaranteeing a lot of the trustworthiness. It makes Tav uncomfortable but Raphael is confident. Tav likes him confident, the swagger translates directly into his tail. Not that they'd dare call him cute to his face. Yet.

"I thought you have Yurgir on the portal from Dis to the City of Chains already?" Tav sits cross-legged on their bed and watches Raphael get ready. He is vain. But he looks gorgeous, so Tav enjoys watching his routines and rituals. His fingers massaging balm into his horns mesmerise with memories of how they feel against their skin.

"I do." The devil turns, hands still working the rough surface of his horns to a soft shine.

With an effort Tav pries their eyes loose from the sight. "Maybe make sure all your people know that? Some seem to be under the impression he's supposed to be vanguard for Minauros itself."

"And how do you come to that conclusion?" He wipes his hands on a soft cloth.

The subtle scent of tallow and cherries reaches Tav and sends a sharp pang of home through them. "Your subordinates have mouths and they use them to speak occasionally."

"In common?" An impeccable brow raises.

"If you say so."'

"You are avoiding my question."

"I am." Tav slips off the bed. Now the devil towers over them even taller which is strangely comforting.

"Warum?"

"Weil ich kann." The words feel rough on Tav's tongue.

Raphael smirks. "I see. A welcome development. With a horrible accent but it will do."

"Lucky for you that your minions are idiots that can't keep your strategy straight." Tav sighs and leans against his chest. "I was hoping to catch you flat-footed with this one."

"Some other time." Raphael returns the embrace and drops a quick kiss onto Tav's hair. "Does Haarlep know?"

"Unfortunately." Tav rubs their face into the expensive doublet. "And if he teaches me more helpful expression like 'Muschi putzen' or 'Pfosten einschlagen' I will scream. I swear."

Raphael pushes them away at their shoulders. "What are they teaching you that for?"

"So I can pick up naughty gossip for them. Not that there is any. I tried."

"I think I will have a word with them." The devil lets go and turns to leave. When he reaches the door, Raphael turns around. "No pleas for kindness this time?"

"It is utterly horrible," Tav sighs. "Go get them."

Raphael shakes his head as he leaves.

Tav waits for a while before they follow. The throne room is unusually full and they have to weave their way towards the stairs. Devils get in their way and Tav can't shake the feeling of being watched. But they can hardly turn to look around. They can't even see very far amidst the fiends towering at least a head or more over them.

The library is a safe retreat. Raphael encourages them to keep going though Tav could read just as well in the suite. They grab a few books and look towards the secret exit longingly. But the devil is right. A change of scenery now and then is healthy.

In search of other views, Tav returns to the portal room. The shimmering surfaces show no landscapes but they can lose themself in daydreams with travelogues and collections of prints. Maybe they will be able to leave the House of Hope for a little. Only one moment of blue skies…

Tav still dreams of the ocean when two devils enter the room. They are in high spirits, probably about to embark on some atrocities.

"Oh, das Haustier!" one calls and they veer off to where Tav sits. "Are you lonely and longing? Do you want to come with us?"

They jostle as if there is only one front row seat for looking at Tav.

"Don't worry," the other adds. "We will protect you." A red wing extends in Tav's direction. They step away, taken aback by the careless display of intimacy.

"You scared them." The first devil laughs. "No worries, little human. You are perfectly safe with us. It will be fun to get out a little, won't it?"

"Wasn schlapper Lauch." The wing is retracted but now both devils approach, herding Tav towards one of the portals. "Überhaupt gar kein Problem und mit so fein festen Routinen. This one goes to Icewind Dale,"they add towards Tav."We will make sure you're not cold. Promise."

"Ah." Tav stumbles a little and uses the manoeuvrer to duck away under the approaching devil. "I, uh, I think I left my cat on the stove." They make a beeline for the exit while the devils puzzle over their reply, still laughing and shoving each other.

"It's to be expected, I guess." Tav say later when they watch Raphael armour up for battle. His helldusk armour is exquisite and the crown completes it beautifully. "If they keep tabs on my whereabouts they might just as well come to annoy me. Not sure what they get out of it."

"If you'd remember what they looked like, I could look into it." Raphael turns and his cape swooshes impressively.

"I can describe them," Tav quips. "Let's see. They were about this tall." They stand on the bed and hold a hand at the level of Raphael's height. "They had red skin, and black hair, both of them actually. One had hair like this but the other had more of a side part. And horns! They both had horns, the twisty kind. An-"

"Impossible." Raphael shakes his head at his human. "You must learn to look for the sigils on their armour."

"Hmm." Tav leans in to run their hands over the spiked plates of infernal protection covering their devil. "Would you believe me if I said they didn't wear any?"

"No. Unless they looked more like this." Raphael morphs into his ascended form. It is a slow, deliberate show that leaves Tav breathless. Where Raphael's cambion form is sturdy, the fiend is lean, long-limbed and slender. And completely naked. If fire cast into iron brambles can be called naked.

The ascended fiend towers over Tav, the crown now more part of his body than add-on. The flames move under their black cage, restless and deadly. Unthinking, Tav reaches out and runs their fingers over a black tendril of bone. It is hot, but not unbearably so.

"Really?" Raphael asks. "This form tends to instils fear."

"Yeah, well it didn't last time I saw it," Tav argues.

"I remember."

"Curiosity, of course." Tav's hands move over the fiendish chest and feel the fire burn faster around the heart. They smile. "Give me your hand."

Raphael complies and Tav presses their small, soft palm against the monstrous claw. They intertwine their fingers and are only stopped, when the devil lifts their chin with his other hand.

With a smile, Tav leans up and slips their head between the sharp mandibles framing the tree skulls. Their hands clasp them as well as they can. Then they breathe a kiss over the fang-framed mouth.

"Had you done that the first time you saw this form, things may have gone very differently." Raphael's long claws close around Tav's back tenderly.

"Yeh. I would have been felled by the hands of my own companions within seconds." Tav chuckles.

"They can't help you here."

"Do I look like I need help?"

"Not yet. But it can be arranged." The low growl hums through Tav's bones. "After the battle, though. I still have a war to win."

Tav sighs. "I am starting to get annoyed by this war. But since it is the third hell and it means you're one third done, I shall be lenient."

"Take the time to think over how you would like the help to look." Three skulls leer at Tav.

"I will. Be safe." Tav kisses him gently.

"For you." Raphael returns the kiss, proving that his ascended form does indeed have a tongue and knows how to use it.

Tav watches him leave still breathless, legs useless under them as they sit on the bed. Alone again.

But it’s not the first time, Tav is left behind with too much time on their hands and too many thoughts painting the most gruesome of possible futures. After having a good desperate melt-down and a nap, Tav takes a long, hot bath and visits Haarlep.

It is difficult to let the seriousness of the situation go. Tav loses at lanceboard several times in quick succession, their thoughts miles away.

“You worry too much," Haarlep scolds. "If the worst comes to pass, you will find out soon enough. Might as well enjoy the time. Could be the last fun you ever have."

With a sigh, Tav grabs their wineglass and starts pacing the room. "I know. I know. And. On the one hand, it isn't much. Small fry. But on the other hand it's a third. One third of the hells under Raphael's rule. Kinda big. Somewhat. I think."

"It will start to become really interesting once he goes up against Asmodeus." The incubus weaves around the pacing human and flops down on the bed.

"No worries about Mephistopheles?"

"Why? He's just an arch devil and if he had a trump card apart from your soul, he'd have played it by now. Instead he's scrabbling for alliances with other hells. None of which will last of course."

"They only have to last until Raphael is defeated." Tav exhales heavily. "How I hate this war and the waiting. I never feel more trapped or useless."

"Rightfully so." The incubus is unperturbed. "As long as your soul is bound to Mephistopheles, you are just a liability. An exciting one, but you know my stance on that."

Tav does and just resumes pacing. "That's why I'm here," Tav says almost to themself. "I'm safe here."

"Oh, little mouse, still so naive." Haarlep laughs. "All it takes is one tiny accident, one fall guy and you are out of the picture."

Tav thinks back to the two devils in the portal room. One careless moment. Maybe they'd better cast Mage Armour over themself when they ventured out into the halls of the House. But if they give in to that fear, the House of Hope will turn into a complete prison. They shiver and wrap their arms around themself.

"How do you live like that?" they finally ask. "Always expecting betrayal, always one step away from a knife in the back, nothing to fall back on to, nobody to trust?"

"Oh, honey, I think you may be talking to the wrong person here." Haarlep shrugs.

Tav stares at the incubus. But Haarlep is right. Such thoughts don't occur to fiends. For a moment, Tav hurts for them, deep and endless. The only consolation is that the fiends don't know what they are missing out on.

Only, Raphael is a cambion. Tav sucks on their lower lip. Half human. The worst of both worlds. "Alright." Tav straightens and joins the incubus on the bed. "Tell me about devils. About fiends, incubi and succubi. Tell me everything about their lives."

"You won't like it." Haarlep pats the space next to them and wraps an arm around Tav's shoulders once they settle. "You won't like it one bit."

"I know." Tav nods. "Tell me anyway."

At some point, Tav has to leave. The lives of devils are bleak even if Haarlep disagrees heartily. It doesn't help and the warm buzz from the wine dissolves around the hopeless stories the incubus tells.

Sitting in the library, chugging tea and twisting their tongue around infernal words is a relief. Tav keeps telling themself that this language is also spoken by tieflings. Not everybody using it is trapped in a merciless web of competition.

When their head starts to spin, Tav wonders how long they sat here. Time is a slippery beast at the best of times but in the orange soup that is Avernus it is extra elusive. Moving their toes and shoulders, Tav tries to guess by how tense they are. Not that it helps. A nap, they decide, finally feeling their head tired enough again not to spiral.

When Tav reaches the stairs, a familiar figure is already walking down. The gangly limbs hang tired, blazing fires dimmed into a warm yellow under dusty and bloodied black bone. "Raphael." Tav is certain to have breathed the word to low to hear. But the fined turns, wings and horns brushing against the stone of the stairs. Tav takes another step towards him.

They stare, taking in the ascended fiend and their hands move unthinking. Of course they cannot reach. The fiend towers over them, tail snapping restlessly behind him. "Back?" is all Tav gets out.

The skulls lower, slip between their hands easily. "It is over." The voice rasps deeply, echoing the burning form of the fiend's body.

Tav rises on their toes and presses a kiss to the toothy mouth. Their head fits snugly between the black mandibles framing the three skulls and long teeth. In an attempt to steady themself, Tav curls their fingers around black bones.

The human is tiny before him. Raphael has to crouch to level with their head and is immediately pulled into a kiss. There is no hesitation in Tav, only eager acceptance when he pushes his tongue between their lips. On his body of fire and coal, their touch is even colder than usual.

Raphael slips an arm around the small body and lifts them up, never breaking the kiss. Tav hangs suspended by his grace, leaning into the touch. He presses down, teeth grazing soft slips, claws cutting through fabric and skin.

But Tav doesn't mind. They kiss him eagerly. "Dem Sieger," they repeat their lines from after his fist victory, "gebührt die Beute." Tav sucks at him desperately, wrapping their legs around his waist as soon as they are able to.

Raphael growls a reply void of words and long strides take them to their suite, disregarding any audience.

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